shhh....

 
The travel to my new office building is excruciating. The roads are horrible in the first place and to aggravate the torture the bus drivers care a damn for sensitivity. They wield the steering wheel with absolute indifference and turn it in tune with the song playing on the radio. If it is a peppy number one can start counting the number of broken bones in the body. May be I should wake up early in the morning to be in time for the company bus which starts at 7:30am. One is assured of a seat, a good view from the window and if one is lucky, Martina Hingis also would have boarded the same bus. Wondering what Martina is doing in Chennai? Well, that's how a particular girl in our office is referred by me. She is not a dead ringer but resembles the tennis star quite remarkably especially around her jaw region. And just like MH, has her mouth partly open all the time. Ok, we have digressed from where we started ;) Don't you think spending one hour in the suffocating bus early in the morning is the worst form of torture? Hope this realisation descends on the top management and they change the timings to suit my lifestyle. A very humble plea, isn't it? :P
posted by Hash at 5:15 AM

 

The card

It's been more than a year since we got introduced to each other. Over this period we have kept in touch through letters, phone calls and visits. It was just a matter of time when one of us will pop up the 'question' or so I thought till recently. She didn't give me the opportunity to ask her whether she liked me or not. Even before I could muster enough courage she gave me a card and said that I was the first one to get it from her. I opened the card and saw that it was her wedding invitation. My good wishes to her.

posted by Hash at 4:27 AM

 

Roland Garros

French open has started and a few seeds are already shown the door by newcomers. Agassi survived a scare in the second round to live another day. But not so lucky was Federer who crashed in the very first round. On the other hand there is no stopping the power houses of the women section. Both the Williams sisters steamrolled their opponents to enter the second round. If only Anna had even a quarter of their ability...tsk..tsk...wishful thinking. Anyway, it doesn't matter as there is no television in our house. ;)

posted by Hash at 3:37 AM

 

Fur Elise

Beethoven's Fur Elise was playing on my jukebox sometime back. Whenever I listen to this track I feel as if I'm transported to a surreal place, floating on the notes and lost in ecstasy. Take my word, it's a great feeling...
posted by Hash at 1:07 AM

 
The weekend had been quite eventful for me. With all my roommates leaving for their respective home towns, I was left to myself for four days/nights. Nothing worth mentioning had happened in the first two days. But on Saturday morning, around 3 am (I can't vouch for the precision of this as I was quite sleepy), I heard the doorbell ringing. I was annoyed with the disturbance and waited for the bell to go silent. However the relentless buzzing sound forced me out of my bed and into the hall. It was then that I noticed the time - it was three in the morning. This sent a chill down my spine. Who would have come to visit me at this unearthly hour? Just the previous day anju warned me about the existence of ghosts. Could this be my frayed psyche playing tricks on me? Suddenly I felt the need to go to the toilet. I felt a slight tremble in my legs and hands also started shivering. Then there was a shuffling noise in the ground floor and some voices could be distinctly heard in the dreadful silence of the night. I started chanting whatever I remembered of 'hanumaan chaaleesa'. I am an atheist but fear drives away sanity and one tries to clutch on to anything for assurance. In all this activity I failed to notice that the bell had stopped ringing for quite sometime now. My brain started thinking that if the ghost is knocking on the door then it can not be powerful enough to break open into the house. This thought gave me some courage and in the newly realised security I was smug enought to go back to my bed and slept closing my ears as tight as possible. I don't know when I fell asleep but when I woke up it was broad daylight outside and sunshine was streaming into my room through the open window. Was it a dream? Or did it happen really? Well, there is no way I can find it out but does it really matter?
posted by Hash at 5:29 AM

 
There is silence everywhere. Not a soul was to be heard in the stillness of the night. As if to break this weirdness the church bells started chiming. Tossing about in his bed, subhash stretched to reach for the timepiece to check out the time. It was two in the night and still there was no sign of sleep. Even though he had a very hectic schedule in the morning he found getting into sleep a laborious task. Finally he gave up his unsuccessful attempts and got out of his bed. Groping for the switch he stumbled upon something slimy and was startled into a frantic jumping. The switch was located after some struggle and the room was presently flooded with blinding light. He closed his eyes impulsively with his eyes and waited for a while before opening them tentatively. With his eyes slowly adjusting to the intensity he eked out his way to the hall.
.....to be continued
posted by Hash at 10:14 PM

 

They did it...They did it

The WI pulled it off. Drakes and Banks made the impossible possible letting the crowds burst into ecstacy. What a feeling it would have been for the caribbean people in the stands! As I mentioned earlier my only regret is that Lara hasn't contributed much to this historic victory. Anyway, hope this acts as an elixir to the ills of the WI Cricket.
posted by Hash at 10:06 PM

 

Will they, will they not?

The West Indians have come agonisingly close to victory with just 47 runs separating them from a record breaking triumph. If they achieve their target they would not only redeem themselves for their passive performances in the recent past but also would enthuse new life into the WI cricket. However, it is not an easy task. Australians are one of the most pugnacious sides and one can be assured that they would not go down without a fight. They have world class bowlers in mcGrath and Gillespie who can run through most of the sides with little sweat. Brett Lee would also have made it alongside the above mentioned bowlers but for the reservations of the author with regard to his action. Nonetheless, he picks wickets and that is what which matters at the end of the day. So the final day of the last match of the four-match series is going to go down in cricketing history as one of the eminent clashes about which cricket lovers would discuss even long after the actual match was over. My interest in the match would have been heightened if Lara were still at the crease. But alas, what we have instead is Chanderpaul who is no less gritty but the same cannot be said his class.
I place my money on Aussies to emerge victorious. But as the cliche' goes, anything can happen in the game of cricket. So just sit back and enjoy...

posted by Hash at 2:49 AM

 
I wiped the slate clean to make a fresh beginning. I am not foolish enough to believe that this attempt is going to be very much different from my previous aborted unsuccessful one. But at least it's an attempt in the right direction and there is nothing wrong in being an optimist, which I'm as of now. Till this goody-goody feeling lasts I shall strive to post as many articles as possible, expressing my views, opinions, distastes, approvals, disapprovals and whatnot. Please feel free to comment whatever you like/dislike and the more disparate the audience the better. So here is wishing myself and my blog good luck....get, set, go....
posted by Hash at 2:32 AM