Fingers crossed.. I hope I get THE call..

Height of compliment

..aapki taarif ke liye mere paas lafz nahi hai

From the writer, the lyricist, Javed Akhtar himself on the show Ustaadon Ke Ustaad.

The one with Rachel's inadvertent kiss

Its really amazing how many thoughts can spawn from the human mind. At times, I wish there was a simple switch to turn them off. But I can't. And I better not put my thoughts into words coz they are not good thoughts. So, like this one, I will just write one of my favorite conversations from F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Season 5.

Rachel: Well, I have a job interview at Ralph Lauren tomorrow!

Rachel: Anyway, I'm going to be the coordinator of the woman's collection, I'll work right under the director, it's the perfect, perfect job for me!

Phoebe: Wow! Well, if you nail the interview, you'll get it!

Rachel: Yeah.

Phoebe: You wanna work on your interview skills?

Rachel: O-okay!

Phoebe: Okay! All right, let's start with the handshake. Hi.

Rachel: Hi.

(They shake hands.)

Phoebe: Very good handshake, good wrist action.

Monica: Let me try.

Phoebe: Okay. (They shake hands. Expression of pain on Phoebe's face) Oh my God! What did I ever do to you?!

Monica: Did I squeeze it too hard?

Phoebe: Let's just say, I'm glad I'm not Chandler.

180 degrees

I vividly remember that day, that moment. It was a jam packed Eden Gardens, the mecca of cricket. Rahul Dravid was well set, batting with ease. The man they call the Rawalpindi Express was handed the ball. Its said that the yorker is one of the most lethal weapons. Especially when you can reverse swing it. And especially when its at 150ks an hour. Dravid's defenses were shattered, and one heard that sweet sound of leather hitting wood. So, out walked The Wall. And in walked the little master, to a roaring welcome. This was going to be Sachin's first encounter with Shoaib. Charging came he. The ball came out of his hands, swung back in from outside off, and knocked Sachin's middle stump out of the ground. The crowd was stunned to silence. Eden Gardens, the nosiest of cricket grounds, went into mourning.

Yesterday, it was the same Shoaib. Once again at the same Eden Gardens. But yesterday, when he knocked Sehwag and Gambhir, the crowd went berserk. They were cheering him on. Getting behind him. Somehow, I felt strange.. Very strange.. Life makes one witness many strange things.. Maybe life has come a half circle in this case.. 180 degrees.

Balle balle: At a restaurant - If you have any valuable suggestions tell us, it will help us, to serve your better.
*No thanks. And any attempt whatsoever be strictly/legally dealt with.*

Miss Under Standing

At some point of time, all of us would have been told that written communication is the best form of communication. All other forms of communication, especially verbal, can lead to a lot of misunderstanding. So yesterday(why should Labour day be a holiday. Shouldn't people be working even harder on a "Labour" day.) as I was lazing around, I decided to go for a hair cut. So as I entered the saloon and sat on a vacant chair, the barber looked at me, waiting for instructions if any. I looked into his eyes and commanded in broken english - Medium, NOT SHORT.

But alas, the person who was operating on me interpreted it as 'MEDIUM NOT, short.' The rest is history. Some of the reactions I got when I came to office today morning:

XYZ : Oyye, tu Tirupati kab gaya tha!
Me : *beep beep*

Another XYZ : *looks at my hair. Oops, I mean looks at my skull; hair kaise dekhega. Kuch bacha ho to na* Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha. *He just kept on laughing.*

A group of XYZ girls as I was passing by : *giggle giggle. some discussion. more giggles*

A group of XYZ guys as I was passing by : *hands pointing in my direction. some discussion. roaring laughter.*

I guess this will go on for some days. When I went out for lunch, as I was walking on the road, two bikers who had just bought all the available dvds of Dhoom and Dhoom2 decided to have some fun with my life and test my reflexes. All I can say is baal baal bacha.