The "You Need to See Someone" List

I love disasters.
Something about them is very exciting.
The loss they cause is definitely saddening yet, they make me love nature even more.

Here are my top favorite disasters:


1. Tornadoes, they're lean, mean, dangerous and sexy.
The winds can reach up to 400kmph
and they can suck things just as good as gravity.
I wanna go to Tornado Alley, USA!













2. Cyclones/Hurricanes/Typhoons, the biggest, meanest and craziest thunderstorm around.

Katrina, Wilma, Irene, Wilma, Phyan, etc.

Given that they are usually named after women, it isn't surprising that they pack some real appeal.









3. Earthquakes, Shake things up and bring em' down.

Everyone likes a good shake!

Tectonic plates are the biggest, dynamic jigsaw puzzles around. Oh boy!














4. Avalanches, They're fast and cold. Flash freeze.

The only other (and worse) colder way to die is a Liquid Nitrogen bath.

5. Tsunamis, No one is surfing on this baby.

These are caused by #3 on the list.

Talk about a clean wash.







6. Fire, Because, burning stuff is cool.

















7. Volcanos

There is something really cool about the earth spewing
molten rock and metal onto the surface, while shooting toxic
pollutants into the atmosphere, which could stay there for years
and cause weather changes globally.










I dislike floods though. They're dirty and gooey and take an awful lot of time.

[PS- Now is when you suggest, "Dude, You should see someone!"]

That's the Way It is...

It's 4:00 AM now. I have a tut in four hours and most probably will have a test in it.
I decide to play one last game of FIFA and actually study and go without sleeping for that tut.
And then I sleep.

It's 2:00 PM now and I finally wake up. I'm hungry.
The mess is three floors and a whole hostel away.
My last meal, a Cheese Schezwan Masala Dosa was 12 hours back.
And I fall asleep again.

It's 5:00 PM. I'm hungry enough to get up.
I see the laundry bag full and I think, should I go eat first or should I go to the ShopCo first?
I'm running out of clothes.
I skip the ShopCo.
I have a Cheeze Wada Pav.

It's 9:00 PM. I've been on DC for a while now.
I think about having dinner.
The mess is three floors and a whole hostel away.
I continue spamming on mainchat.

It's 1:00 AM. I make it to the night canteen.
Its Cheese Schezwan Masala Dosa time.
Drowned with a few Lime juices.
And I get back for an energetic game of football.
I play FIFA on my laptop.

It's 4:00 AM now. I have a tut in four hours...
And I take lite...

Dear Roger

Much like Santa Claus is the ultimate source of joy for kids, you have provided me endless joy since 2005 when I first started watching tennis. The sheer elegance of you small stepping across the ball to hit an inside out forehand winner in the hallowed Centre Court is almost as if out of a ballet. The precision of the ace you hit to win the Wimbledon 04 final was almost unreal. And if tennis is difficult to play, then it is because you make it look so easy.


You represent so many qualities. Perfection, perseverance, hard-work, level headedness, politeness, humility and importantly, good sportsmanship. And over time, I have tried to imbibe these qualities in me as well. It wouldn't be too much to say that anyone would have come a long way if they became half as much as a person you are.


I stood beside you with several others when you awe inspiringly won so many matches. I witnessed you raise in your arms so many trophies and clapped hard on each one of your "Come On!" moments. I also spent hours agonising over those few moments that sprawl the what if questions and silently suffered when you did.


Therefore, this is to say that(at least for me)


Roger Federer Forever...


Cheers

Let's call it a day...

The origins of the weekend are interesting...
Since time immemorial, a day of the seven day week has been reserved for rest.
Most of the world observed this day on a Sunday(primarily as a day of prayer in countries
where Christianity was widespread) while the middle-east observed their rest day on
Friday(traditionally the Islamic day of prayer). But the concept of 5 day weeks
which is popular in countries like Australia, England and USA is a fairly recent
development. It all began with the American labour unions trying to accommodate
Saturday in the rest days as most Jewish workers took their Sabbath on this day, instead
of Sunday. Their appeal was successful and a cotton mill was the first to adopt a 5 day week.
Pretty soon, biggies like the Ford Motor Company started having 5 day weeks and the
concept caught on.
In the 1970s a disc-jockey at a pub in Ohio came up with a rather iconic phrase which
we have come to associate with the beginning of a weekend, "Thank God! It's Friday!".
Today, the weekend buzz begins on Fridays itself, with workplace chit-chat topics
dominated by people's weekend plans. Plans for unwinding, catching up and recharging
for the week to follow. Saturday nights are game and pub nights! Sunday is for time with
your loved ones and both days are a chance to exercise your lazy bones!

Now, why am I suddenly so infatuated by the weekend?
Cos my weeks ends only at 4pm on a Saturday... :(

Cheers!