19, 6.3 x 2,1500 and more...

As I got off the train, six pairs of eyes were watching every movement of mine,
Playin Reconnaissance with the master of espionage ... Hell with them.
I started walking down the empty pavement, with those six pairs of bloodshot eyes still following me.
If eyes could kill, I wouldve been dead by then.
Nailed.Nowhere to go. I sprinted across the street to nearest crowded spot.
I jumped into the waiting vehicle and shut the doors on them.
Escape.But only after getting a taste of hell.

Isnt this good enough a start to become a #1 Newyork TImes Bestseller?

Well, this is just a journal of my trip to Yercaud and the six pairs of eyes are those of the stray dogs in the bylanes of Salem ;)

There was this mahindra van, with a banner(just a A4 Sheet) reading PSG 77 .Got into it.
I had to bear with all those so-called funny jokes ( that ve been told ages ago) throughout the twohour journey uphill to Yercaud. Anu, a SRM MSc student commented on the two other lads other than me as very silent, and one look at me she said, hmmm a prankster pretending to be a sadhu. Unmasked in an instant.

Finally, my wish to see some cool friendly U-19 human materialiazed when i got down from the van and gazed at the Star Holidays Resort welcome board.
A stalky, short tenth grader with an aura of innocence..Rishi was my first friend there. We had contrasting interests but managed to be hooked in a conversation for a long time, while waiting for our Master Suites to be ready. And when all the expected families arrived, the rooms were ready and the programme was already running two hours late !

The Park in rite in fronta my suite

From Left...Kavi and Sruthi

Rishi

The clerk handed over to me the key to my Cottage.

No. 19...Uh - hoh

The number 19 usually gives me Circuit Creeps! The first time I flunked in a test in college ( as a matter of fact,in my entire life) .My debut in Failuredom.Reminds me of those sundays (which turns out to be the eve of ciruits exam), when i should be going through problems where circuit diagrams look like some puzzle in yesteryear tinkle book with heaps of reference books stacked beside me, but usually I end the day with hours of gameplay and dawdling.

After relaxing for a little( i dont mean it) while, all the 30 odd families assembled at the Hall for tea and then the much anticipated Games started in the Grand ( i dont mean it again! )Auditorium.Some event managers from Bengalooru were running the show for us. It started off with the usual Elimination game, where i lost in the first round.
Meanwhile, I met a pair of twins...christened Ram and Laxman, standing 6'3" who towered over me and two other big guys Mohan and Vishwa. And while playing swing at a park right in front of my cottage, I met Rishi's young sis Sruthi and another little girl called Kavi. Two polar gangs, U- 15 and A -20 and I am an integral part of both !

Back to the auditorium, the B'lore bloke called upon some five gentleman to the stage and when noone volunteered, he pointed me out ( gosh...wasnt he talking about gentlemen! ) and the game goes like this...My mom has to tie as many rubberbands as she could within a minute...the sad part is tat..it must be done on my head ! We eventually won, given the fact that the rest of my contenders were well over 50... A perk worth five bucks was all that i got for enduring with myriad insults and comments. And fuelling the already burning fire, i was asked to rampwalk with all those rubberbands sticking out of my head ! ( praying that the girls are blackened out for a few moments)

I gave a sigh and perched in the last row. I yelped at anyone who talked to me. But glad that everythings over.
It didnt though, as the compere beckoned me to the stage again...that gentleman with blackshirt!
~Now what?~
I had to pick a coin from a plate full of flour.
~Haha...Am game!~
Thats when he said. I had to that handcuffed, using merely my mouth.
~sucka~ I couldnt back out, too much pride at stake.When this second horrible game was over, I had to rampwalk yet again ( one more time, let the girls be blinded! )
Ahaan, everythings over finally.
The Bengalooruean was exlplaining the rules of the next "game", something related to dancing and singing.
I gave a wicked smile at the victims-to-be.
And that sonofa***** pointed me out again...That gentleman with black shirt!

~Uh-huh!~

And the hotel caterers had conjoured up a sumptous meal,
parakarathu,odarathu,nadakarathu,podrathu and some vegetarian stuff i dint bother to look at...everything so delightfully placed on the table for us to snaffle at.
Watched Real Madrid V Barca football match at midnight with Ram,Laxman,Vishwa and Mohan ( current PSG student), though except Mohan and me, the others could argue about why there shouldnt be a legside in football. Played Swing in a park at 1.30 am with Laxman and chatting on worldly matters.

Broad daylight streaming inside and hitting my just opened eyes, silent room, wow...lovely. My mom yelling at me to wake up, dad announcing that there is just five more minutes to gearup for a tour around Yercaud, bang bang bang my friends hitting the door hard and screaming for me to join them...~sheesh~And everythings back to normal. Instead of using the tour van, me and my A-20 gang went around in Ram's car.

A castle like main building, horse stable, splendiferous soccer stadium, excellent track and field ground, stunningly worldclassy six tennis courts, six badminton courts, horse riding, swimming pool, monstrous dormitory, a lovely lake, exotic statues with intricate artistry, a glorious church, dozen emus and varieties of animals,a fabulous fish tank and also classrooms...A monastry, sanctuary, stadium, themepark, museum blended into one...thats the Montford School !

HOrse stablea t Montford


Ladies SEat View point

The soccer field at MOntford...... Emus in a school !!!

At montford....Me and Laxman ...... Montford school Main building

We continued on our journey to Shevroy viewpoint ( 1500 m), the highest in yercaud. Perched up near the peak is a temple, which claims to home a cave that leads to Mysore, as a means of escape for our "brave" rajahs. After returning to our terminus a quo i.e the hotel, we have a magnificient luncheon and head towards a coffee estate.After some lectures given by the workers about the ripening of coffee plants ( me commenting from last row), me and Ram set out on an adventurous expedition downhill towards a prohibited area, in the coffee estate and after some cautious steps down the convolute bunch of trees and twigs, we landed near a glorious stream ! We were thinking of naming it "Ramkanna stream" as the first ones to set our eyes upon it when we heard numerous voices that ended our moment of exuberance...yaaruppa athu?? from behind...Uh - hoh!

Me at the coffee estate

An evening free of boring trips to dull and sultry view points...I started playing swing with my U-14 friends in the park.Me and Ram had a twenty minute walk just to buy few balloons for Sruthi. And there were moments when I wished I had a lil sis like her. A bonfire to end the day, where my A-20 gang were asked to sing! When the rest of the city sound asleep, me along with Ram,Lax,Mohan and Vish started dawdling and gossiping about all sorts of gibbetty stuff till two AM !

Ram kanna stream !

The next day's start was an exact replica of the previous day, and we went out for boating ( even glided the boat in reverse direction!) ,Bakoda Point ( baffled about its etymology), Gents and Ladies Seat ( Ayyo they are view points! ) and headed back to Headquarters. After a heavy inexpiclably tasty lunch, there was a grand farewell party and we bid adios to each other... A trip which I thought was boring all along, only to realize that it wasnt so when I was about to leave....

Bakoda Point

View From Gents Seat View point

Haunting Dreams....

Before joining college, i wasnt just Building castles in the air, but created a whole kingdom( of course ruled by me!)...
Thanks to our Kollywood's College movies....

Talking about dreams...Here We GOOOOOOO!!

In the exciting colorful college phase of my life, I (with some cool hairstyle and sporting coolers...on the lines of SRK in KKHH, and i go around the college by skateboards! ) get down from my bike( not some bullet vandi as in sachein) and wave at the onlookers (stunned..acc to me) who gaze at me as if Superman had arrived. Seniors try to make me stumble by sticking their legs on my way, but I manage to strike a balance with my single foot on the ground and hit them with some gravity-defying stunts...
[ opening song]

Within a few days, I form a gang along with three other blokes (with one comedian of course! ) in my class, and from then on, we never attend lectures. We while away time by sitting on compound walls with parked bikes nearby ( engalodathu nu sonnena?) , and talking about unproductive stuff. When some good-looking lassie goes past us, I call her up, and we have her lunch - thari sadham and maanga pickles (as too many brahmins in my coll), and shoo her away with a loud 'burp'... When I get into trouble my gang vanishes into thin air but whereas when i get to kadalapottufy with some gal, they behave contrastingly and stick with me ( they must see some Kathir's movie ).

After a few days, when am at the temple ( not for pious reasons....you know why ;) ), I meet my 'THE ONE" through a head on collision trying to rescue a lit-lamp from being extinguished (with thakkuchuku thakujum bg music from Kushi ) and its that four letter thing at first sight. The next day I cant eat or sleep well and when complaining about it to my gangmates, villain of the story (or maybe hero...coz #005 villain's villain is a hero! ) gets into a fight with me as he had abused some classmate of mine. I biff him with clenched fists, execute some WWE moves ( graphics integerated coz i cant do risky stunts by being hooked to suspended ropes ) and then at my final punch, he lands at the girl's foot and apologises...And all this happens in the middle of a large ensemblage of spectators including the professors. And when the college's top officials arrive at the battlefield ( obviously after everythings over ), the crowd dissolves amidst blatant cacophony and when am about to leave, I set my eyes upon the same girl (ya, she turns out to be my college mate) I met at the temple and get aquainted with her...
[ second song...a duet at som exotic foreign location]

As showcased in every film, classes never seem to happen, and even on those rare occasions when it does, I turn a hooligan and hoot n boo( as my classies giggle) n make a mockery of the professors. When some professor retorts, I stage a walkout and we waltz around and perform some jig in the college (i can even play guitar) and indulge in every form of unfruitful merriment...

And also, I goto some new flicks everyweekend with my gang, turn a roamer in the beach, dance at DJ clubs, hog at NV hotels, stay online in the evenings, some midnight calls ;) - a typical happy-go-lucky wastrel, but still turn out to be the college topper, soccer star, amazing dancer!
I am named the captain of the college football team and am the lead dancer in my college troop( which again comprises my gang and also my "THE ONE" ) .

And during the much frenzied College Chairman elections, posters of me are ubiquitous. Everyone's unanimous choice is me but still eventually, i beat my opponent by just 'one vote', after an announcement over the cobweb filled college speakers to a large gathering of students...
[ third song...ghana genre]

And during the ultra-hyped up culturals and sports event at our rival college (where rivalry is handed down from batch to batch), at the dance and music competition grand finale, our lead singer "the ONE" forgets the lines of the song and our rival college perform the same song (practice illamaa vera!) that we were supposed to do and eventually win it. So I part ways with "THE ONE"....[ sogams music segment]

In the semi-finals of football tournament, our team loses despite a hatrick from me. But we get into the finals ( ghilli padam paarthathilla? ) somehow. So, in order to win the overall culturals shield, our team has to win the soccer final match. With just one minute to go, our team is deadlocked with the opponent team (who turned out to be that rival college). I decide to take the bull by its horns and i dribble past the stunned midfielders with the touch of magic, sprint past defenders by three stepovers and send a scorcher of a shot which rockets past the beaten goalkeeper and hits the back of the net and the huge crowd cheers my team and chants my name!! Victory for my team ...[ fifth song...at the ground where 'the one' dances too]

While returning back to college, my friends try to pacify me and finally succeed in rejoining me and my "the oNE" ( nalla ennam ellam kidayathu...appo thaan I wont go behind their 'aal' )
With me being the head of some ****** student organisation, I work on some differential corrosion nanotechnology based cmos fabrication method using strings through waveoptics.
[ dideernu...kutthu song...uncalled for though]

When my paper is all set to be chosen for the presentation, my rival ( the guy i beat up earlier) decides to take pay me back by abducting my "THE ONE", and demanding me to back out from the presentation to allow his paper to be selected. On hearing this, I get to his place ( epadi edam theriumnu kekka koodathu), which turns out to be a a dimly-lit warehouse on top of a hill. After some astounding fight sequences, I rescue her and get to the presentation hall on time.
I receive an award for the my paper and I live happily ever after....a fairy tale ending...Yup this will remain a tale forever...

What happened in reality...i'll post that after four years... Cant let the cat out of the bag so soon ;)

Tagged from my bro's College Kanavugal http://iplaybymyrules.blogspot.com/search/label/Comedy-Keemedy

Note - kathir's movies - Idhayam,Kadhal Desam,Kadhalar dinam,Kadhal Virus
Also, I dint dream about Main Hoon Na's SRK !











WRECKER IN CHIEF !!!!
Chinni Jeyanth...Starred in over 200 movies as a college student
And the guy who is responsible for my dreams and the consequent disappointment...

At Boredom....Avada Kedavra!

10 pm …. Power cut ; all i can hear is some frogs croaking and the fan above me squeaking ; TV cable connection malfunctioning ; done with The Week and India today ; I-pod out of charge ; A pair of fresh eyes nowhere near the horizon of sleepiness ; mobile balance miserably low ; UPS good enough for a fan and a light ; have loads of HW to do...but am a stereotypical procrastinating student as shown in movies (those movies with Chinni Jeyanthi as a college student, who hasn’t graduated for two decades !); Nothing to dream of (am more of a diurnal dreamer, relishing reveries in classes) ; A newly formatted laptop, with no amusing game (other than pinball or solitaire….which my first grader cousin considers childish !), no gripping e-books to waste time on ; so ultimately I decide to write a journal of my vacation days after 12th grade.Let me kick off by penning one such day’s ‘note worthy’ happenings as an arsenal to my imposing enemy boredom…

Before that, the sharp definition of a Journal - A daily written record of (usually personal) ‘significant’ experiences….

My journal pages

I woke up at about 10.30, unable to perpetuate my sleep any further than 10 hours. The next significant thing that I did was

Errrrrrrrrrr….

Had nice fresh spicy and sexy prawns for lunch…

Errrrrrrrrr…..

5.30 in the evening

Errrrrrrrrr…..

Dinner time – Roti and paneer

Errrrrrrrrrr….

Present - Sorry for those non-lexical errrrrr s…But significant stuff only should be jotted down in a journal…am thinking hard for such events....I swear the day next to this ll turn out to be eventful..


The next day –
My journal pages

Errrrrrrr…

The "secret" that everyone knows !

A ten minute walk from my room to my coll's run-of-the-mill entrance on a torrid saturday afternoon, a fifteen minute wait under sweltering conditions for the bus(which is supposed to be frequent!) to Kelambakkam bustand ,a five minute journey to the same, boarding a 21 H DELUXE bus ( ie with proper doors n glossy colors and more probability of ensuring you a not-so-bumby ride), and 'unbussing' at some place (which depends) in the celebrated city of Chennai with a 1.5 hour non stop bus journey behind me, and then hiring an auto (with usual overpricing of the ride) to Citi Center... This is what it takes to get to Citi Center for a SSNite or anybody post Kelambakkam unless he owns a personal chopper or has a dad who has some job in the city just when it matters and drops you off at Citi Center in a car without sweating a bit ….just like I did last weekend!

Citi Center, a paradise for dried eyes ( blimey ! are you thinking what am thinking? ), an exquisite shopping mall which commands a rather affluent clientele, the best way to pine away time, houses the famed inox string of theatres, and a haven for hoggers (All kinds of restaurants galore, you can’t possibly ask for more!).

Virtually everyone wears blue and black attire. Interestingly, blue can mean two diametric meanings …one meaning prosperous (referring to a guy who had just come in with you-know-whom ) and the other – depressed or sad ( the state of the same guy while bidding adios to y-k-w, with a heavy heart and a light wallet! )

And wonder what those konjam-konjam-tamil-therium type of lassies are doing in citi center (other than clutching tight their boyfriend’s hands, who is so watchful not to go past any branded MNC apparel shops!), because I’ve never seen them possess any carrier bag with them…
Giving a wicked smile(good enough as gabbar character does in the new Sholay), I sympathise piteously the hapless situation of the boyfriends I look at…

Coz every guy will definitely loathe the long followed custom (sshhabba…rumba kashtom! ) of having to spend every buck right from any means of transport to every single piece of cheese burger that ‘she’ eats and yeah also that which she wastes, citing reasons concerned to diet …ie creating a balanced nutrition where strangely anything that is not liked doesn’t find a place! (#001)

Waking up late on the day of your date with a college mate, noticing some 25 missed calls from y-k-w and cursing your fate, bathing twice and setting so called stylish and sexy hair styles, easily deceiving people in your home, getting an OC bike from your ‘best’ friend ( at least for that day! ), pacifying your waiting gf by cooking up stories over the mobile of how your grandma had to be rushed to the hospital. Ultimately at some Pizza edge (sorry dint get the rights reserved from pizza corner !) , ‘she’ keeps looking at her wrist watch at a frequency of – one look at the watch for every single apologizing smile towards her. Note that ‘she’ wears a handbag containing a mini make up kit as if she would be called upon at any moment for a trial in some RGV ki movie but its existence is usually ignored throughout the date. Inside the restaurant, seated opposite each other and with you giving a dumb smile (not knowing what is to follow!) , ‘she’ takes a look at the overpriced and overrated items in the menu, and your heart skips a beat when she pauses and sets her eye upon some topnotch five layered Chicken burger with extra cheese, which she eventually never completes. (Maybe it’s the cost factor why couples share stuff at coffee shops , i.e ore cup juicea rendu perum uriyirathu, athuvum for eons! )

#002 - There must be some rule activated in restaurants : duration tolerated for anyone to stay inside should be proportional to the cost of what they eat/drink/waste/share.
#003 – Pennywise and pound foolish – refers to gals and guys respectively !

After seeing through the painful last five minutes (billing and tipping waiters rather generously though not intentionally), you wave goodbye with a weightless wallet and start thinking it all over again. Maybe I went overboard and trifled away huge bucks? Maybe all I did today was to waste time n money, Maybe she’s not that serious…Cha, I’ll never go out with her again…

Someday soon, you get up to see 25 odd missed calls and the rest is history…

PS - # indicates the thoughts or some modified adages of the crazy part(which is almost the whole) of me….

equals.......

A fight between ****s

Former Kerala CM, Mr.Karunakaran's party name is
'D'emocratic 'I'ndira 'C'ongress( 'K'arunakaran)
And the party has a internal crisis as his son, K.Muraleedharan has a change in opinion with his dad.

What do u call this rift?

Senior DICK vs Junior DICK

Poltics? nah...Spoiltics

As I was enjoying a calm peaceful non-multiplexy Sunday afternoon in my room ( its the last thing i would resort to on any given day, but provided the distance of chennai from my hostel, i have so less better things to do ) , listening to Ilayaraja's old goodies and reading this week's edition of THE WEEK, i was startled by one article in an otherwise ordinary compendium of usual stuff.



The news that caught my eye and even instigated me to write a blog on this is that Tollywood Mega Star Chiranjeevi is to start a not yet christened political party following the footsteps of NTR and MGR.( wonder when Arjun starts one and why rajkumar(kannada) dint start one).



He commands a strong fan following in Andhra state and even considered as the most versatile talented actor Tollywood has ever produced. Brand ambassador of Thumbs up, a winner of seven filmfare awards and also a recepient of Padma Bushan award but he has gotten into politics at the peak of his career. He has pledged and sworn to his heart to fightfor the rights of under privileged ( just as every other politician does...man chiru is a quick learner! .....evalo peru kelambirukeenga?) .


With Brett Lee acting in a bollywood movie, Navjot 'sixer' Sidhu in politics, politicians taking center stage in T20 felicitation (much to the fans wrath) , Chiranjeevi starting a party doesnt sound that strange (thank god Modi or Laloo isnt starring as a villain in some telugu movie! ) And also numerous other such instances like Shahrukh - BCCI rift, Ganguly - Nagma, Dhoni - Deepika affair ( yuvi will make a third dimension to this;) ) , the list just never terminates...


Politics, Sports and Cinema .. the BIG three have become interwoven and highly mutually symbioitic lately.


Guess am drifting away....lets get back to Mega Star


Chiru is easily the second most popular and famous person in S.Indian Film industry, a darling of the masses, who demands astronomical figures for every movie and endorsements. So, he will obviously be in strong contention for the the hot seat as he has both money and popularity.(without these two, anybody eyeing on politics will end up with zilch....aapu thaan) Having said this, you must have guessed the storyline of his next flick (ya he should be visiting captain vijaykanth more often!)


Chiru's movies(just as any other " star" movie) usually cast him as a good guy fighting bad and finally rising to the top ( and of course he falls in love with the villain's daughter...vera ponne kidaikalaya?) which assures him support from villagers. And with his charismatic character he ll certainly fetch votes from million others.


When i contemplate on this whole scenario, i get an insight that something is amiss. Towards politics, i have a devil may care attitude but people electing someone to become the topdog of the state just because he is the most adored actor isnt right.They can be used for campaigning. Chiru may turn out to be a good activist and idealist after all, and i may appear to be over-sceptical over this....BUT this isnt mere cinema, where you can always go for a retake when it goes wrong, this is cold blooded politics, the lifeline of the country and people, no fake artistes to depend on, beat the heat or just say quits...


Polticians and especially CMs should have a lot more than just stardom and a hundred diamond jubilee flicks under the belt


Everything said,i'll finish off this in a nutshell...to CHiru and his contemporaries aspiring for a hotseat in politics... THUMBS DOWN



Well, as long as the BIG three bump into each other prominently, it gives the media some stuff to milk on or create polls and exclusive programs.It gives gossipmongers a new topic to dissipate time and helps countless people battling boredom....just like ME ;)

TAKE A LOOK AT THE VIDEO BELOW...damn funny one...


How about these videos and posters for campaigning??

SACHIN'DIA - India's greatest entertainer....

Tears flowing out of the eyes of millions, and a major part of the onlookers not able to believe what they saw, everybody cursing the fallacious decision, some sighs for unanswered prayers, and a whole nation dumbstruck and speechless (of course including me! ) , and work goers, who had dodged their work get back to their office in haste and... this is no war or the news of the demise of someone far-famed. Its the instant aftermath of sachin's dismissal in the nineties against england...


Sachin sighed when he was given out, but it wasnt a personal grief that he missed out on a century, but he was unhappy that he couldnt give the spectators another big moment to cheer about....

Such is the impact of Sachin in the mind of cricket lovers which is almost the whole Indian popluation... The young sachin, 18 yrs ago ( even before i was born) , surprised everyone with a quickfire 50 against arch rivals pakistan and since then he has metamorphosed the outlook of cricket from a serious pastime to something closer to a religion, where hes the god! No wonder poojas and archanas and aradhanas (am not talking about girl names!) are done on the eve of the match. Rahul Dravid has changed a lot since his Kissan Jam ad where he was a cool young heartthrob....He looks a lot more sterner, with shades of grey now. But Sachin has slighty changed over these 18 years.Still a hot topic among the fairer sex ;)




We, indians have travelled along with this incomparable batting maestro's journey, as he was dancing down the pitch and whiplashing the quickies and trouncing majestic sixes off the spinners, school kids turned truants and cheered him, college goers partied and cheered the match, even office goers were reluctant to give up the match for the sake of a day at office, even sexagenarians and octogenarians cheered the nation's hero and even the whole of the state's top authorities and politicians were present at the ground to cheer him ( or maybe it was campainging in disguise).

Those timeless immortalized moments when Sachin sent goosebumps down the spine of the so called fearsome fast bowlers who were hit all over the ground, and when anything shortpitched was pulled or hooked into the stands, anything over pitched being driven away to the fence and goodlength deliveries hit straight down the ground or flicked behind, and his liveliness in the field and craftiness with the ball will always be remembered and revered...

One thing that i detest about is the media which swings after every sachin's innings. They start a poll whether sachin should be dropped from the team when he goes through a short lived transient lean patch and when he top scores, they switch their diplomacy towards sachin and praise him lavishly and for his finesse innings...

Well listen up media... Your stupid attempts (just to grab the attention) to turn the tide against sachin when hes slightly off colour will always end up in vain. Whether its a zero or a hundred (or 90+ ;) ) we hail Sachin! Hence all your desperate attempts to criticise the nation's pride will keep on backfiring because eventually its the press that is being laughed at by every cricket lover...



Hes the highest paid cricketer and earns about 14 $ million annually, from various endorsements like adidas,pepsi and airtel.In a nation wide poll, he is voted as one of the FACES OF NEW INDIA, along with men of the likes of Mahatma Gandhi and Amartya sen ! A recipient of Rajiv Gandhi Khel ratna and Padma Shri, he was invited by Ferrari's team boss to drive Schumi's automobile on the occasion of getting past Sir Don's tally of 29 test centuries. This stands testiomial to the fact that Sachin factor is so significant in stamping Indian sporting prowess on the World map.


Whether it is his merciless attack on the Australians at Sharjah or his famous rivalry with Shane Warne or the run feast in 96 and 2003 worldcup or his mental toughness during his hundred against Kenya following his dad's death or his five wicket match winning haul agnst Australia, there is always 'S'tyle,'A'uthority,'C'ourage,'H'appiness IN TENDULKAR...


Sports is the best form of Entertainment and Cricket is almost synonymous with Indian Sports which in turn is synonoymous with Sachin. Hence forth India's best and the greatest entertainer...the unrivalled matchless incomparable 'OUR' Sachin Tendulkar TM



Nothing can last forever...they say...but well maybe Sachin's feat and hours of delightful entertainment will last as fresh as ever in the minds of Indians.When Kapil Dev retired, the lights had gone out of diwali but when OUR sachin tendulkar retires, the diwali will itself vanish and along with it the those cherishable moments glued to the television cheering Sachin and remaining oblivious to mom's incessant yelling at me to study...


HIS entertaining career is going to end one fine day and not just me but the whole nation hopes that that day doesnt come anytime soon or hope for the implausible thing that it should last forever...