THE MORNING AFTER........

Mama, she has taught me well

Told me when I's young

Son, your life's an open book

Don't close it 'fore it's done

The brightest flame burns quickest

That's what I heard her say

A son's heart's owed to mother

But I must find my way

(Metallica)

Nothing unusual for me in the night......i usually have lots of light and sound around me......

what the heck...Diwali!!!!!!!

Despite the Relative Glo0om....It is as usual as it gets...

wilted welcome

Well past my prime......before the sunrise(sunset for me ..I guess) I sure had a cracker of a life....

Feeding upon my own misery

the following part of "change of seasons " by Dreamtheater explains the current state of affairs ......

So far or so it seems
All is lost with nothing fulfilled
Off the pages and a T.V. screen
Another world where nothing's true
Tripping through the life fantastic
Lose a step and never get up
Left alone with a cold blank stare
I feel like giving up
I was blinded by a paradise
Utopia high in the sky
A dream that only drowned me
Deep in sorrow, wondering why
Oh come let us adore him
Abuse and then ignore him
No matter what, don't let him be
Let's feed upon his misery
Then string him up for all the world to see
I'm sick of all you hypocrites
holding me at bay
And I don't need your sympathy
to get me through the day
Seasons change and so can I
Hold on boy, No time to cry
Untie these strings, I'm climbing down
I won't let them push me away
Oh come let us adore him
Abuse and then ignore him
No matter what, don't let him be
Let's feed upon his misery
Now it's time for them to deal with me

Damn me !!!! infidel ....

I might be deemed a hypocrite , a bigot , but you know , during the course of his career i have always had a little space for him , his voyage whenever seemed like setting sail always met a typhoon called federer , and it may still be the case ,this time around . his career can be summed up in couple of wimbledon finals and a lone flushing meadows triumph.

this time something seems a tad bit different about him , or as i may put it delicately, 'federer-ish'. No sweat throbbing -sleeve pulling huffs , mesmerising serve and volley play . it took me over when he said ( i will quote him verbatim )-"i have had a few short comings i my career, but trying hard is not one of them", coming out when had been written off he really should be appreciated.

on a lighter note i think this swashbuckling is the exploit of the bikini model he has scored,and i certainly did not mean to say that murray's box was somewhat less enchanting .

i don't know , why, but at some level i have always identified with him and that is the reason i will vouch for him even aware of the the fact that he might not even get to play 4 sets .

this is like committing blatant sacrilege, but i will go with it .

damn me !! infidel......

Wilted Tailfins of Cadillac Eldorado

For the past few weeks there has been a desperate endeavour to constructively kill time at the summer training, and with the placement season approaching, i have this dire need to improve my business acumen . In the pursuit , i have resorted to some thing called the economic times , for the first two weeks i was not able to Decipher( literally , it is cryptic) anything , but managing to persevere in absence of an alternate occupation, something eventually came about that i could make sense of , so in jubiliation of loosing my making-sense-of-economic- times -virginity........

It was about General Motors , it was being unceremoniously dropped from the dow jones index, it had also dropped CITI & AIG , GM entered dow in 1915, dropped subsequently, and added again in 1925, it failed due something as put by David welch, 'Profitless Prosperity' which included deals like 0 percent financing , and fat rebate checks and it also had a huge cost disadvantage of paying retirees pension,union contracts made quick downsizing impossible , it grew so big and convoluted that company suffered an almost 40 years of nearly non stop decline General Motors currently employs approximately 386,000 people around the world and pays them overall $21.5 billion a year and now it has finally arrived in bankruptcy court.

it was put by David Welch as :

See, GM viewed its market share the way Michiganders view their thermostat in February. If you want to be warm in Detroit, just crank up the thermostat and you can walk around your house in Bermuda shorts. When the bill comes the next month, you panic, turn the heater down to save money, and pull on a wool sweater.

source: wiki,www.spiegel.de

Diary of a French Open

Finally !!! Finally !!! de facto becomes de jure , he is the greatest ever , completing his carrer grand slam, after running through Soderling like a bullet through cream puff , those vulpine single handed backhands , all hail king Federer .

This peregrination of the great man which had one piece of silverware missing , and till the fourth round had no contention for the title, until as put up by Agassi the' freak of nature 'had been stunned by the swede, and he has been rightfully consecrated as the best ever .

Now he has fourteen , it will be unsurmountable for quite some time, some may argue that Nadal has an outside chance, but i think he does not have it in him , he lost to an average joe 23 seeded swedish nobody who got so high after defeating him that he eventually reached the final .

well the fifteenth is coming soon at the All England Tennis and Croquet Club , because the only contagion that was bothering him is gone

Dinara Safina , who contended her claim on the titile through the two weeks faltered again , well last time it was ivanovic who genuinely deserved it , but this time i thaught it was all her's .

but somehow i feel that she will soon overpower the spirit of this choker she has , and she will win a few grand slams for herself .

Paes , what can i say , the numbers say it all , he is 35 and crafty as ever , special mention to the backhand volley in the final , somewhat difficult to put in any sort of a parlance , but beautiful . i should say, thank you leander.

serious ameteur or seriously ameteur

these are some of the pictures i clicked during a recent trip to kerala 

                                              contours of tea plantation

                                           ( i might have been booked for tresspassing 

                                             while taking this)

                                             spinach !?!?!? anyone .. 

                                           
           

                                             backwaters in a place called allapuzha

                                        

                                           

                                             

                                            the above two pictures are of a place called Munnar

CHANGE OF GUARD.

It is killing me '', sighs deep ,looks down, still trying to believe what jostled him and devolved him  to holding that plate instead of the cup,he broke out ,me too,after voguishly wearing  the diadem for almost five years he could not handle the outpour of sentiments,the emotion came drooling down the visage ,which once had the halo of the  heralding sun.

  Then the moment came,still trying to revive from the dilapidated state,the god he is ,

said ,"i don't want to say the last words, he (Rafa) deserves it".and must have thaught that ,it would be long walk home.then his mouth open to speak ,drew air instead .

   Aggrandized rafa could not wipe the sheen of his face , he did not need to, It was his moment , while the compere was saying in stentorian tones , "the first spaniard to win the australian open" ,and the box brimming with exuberance,the twinkle in his eye grew brighter and brighter as if deriving the the flame from lacerated  fed's heart.it was followed by the usual protocol.

   Photo sessions, oh!! dear god , i could not feel more gloomier, camera focusing continually either on fed or mirka , both having their faces in disbelief  amalgamated with despair, i could not bear that anymore, seeing  my hero ,in the state , whom i had never seen really give an expression , exept for the flick of his hair and the grunt in final set of wimbledon in 2007.

  

  I wish he redeems himself by winning(or i may say single handed backhanding )   the French open which has eluded him,and beating sampras ' record this year itself 

 GO ROGER!!!! 

Remembering the GOD

As we remember our gods before we start to do anything, i would like to like to sing a HYMN

paying the due respect to John 'the god' Petrucci ,praying for the good health and sound lifetime of the blog . here  goes what i believe is one of the  best works by his highness  ,so let us sing ,its called 'HOME'.

Shine- lake of fire

Lines take me higher

My mind drips desire

Confined and overtired

Living this charade

Is getting me nowhere

I cant shake this charade

The citys cold blood calls me home

Homeits what I long for

Back homewhere I belong

The city- it calls to me

Decadent scenes from my memory

Sorrow- eternity

My demons are coming to drown me

Help- Im falling, Im crawling

I cant keep away from its clutch

Cant have it, this habit

Its calling me back to my home

The miracle:

I remember the first time she came to me

Poured her soul out all night and cried

I remember I was told theres a new love thats born

For each one that has died

I never thought that i

Could carry on with this life

But I cant resist myself

No matter how hard I try

Living their other life

Is getting them nowhere

Ill make her my wife

Her sweet temptation calls me home

Homeits what I long for

My homewhere she belongs

Her ecstasy- means so much to me

Even decieving my own blood

Victoria watches and thoughtfully smiles

Shes taking me to my home

Help- hes my brother, but I love her

I cant keep away from her touch

Deception, dishonor

Its calling me back to my home

Nicholas:

Her story- it holds the key

Unlocking dreams from my memory

Solving this mystery

Is everything that is a part of me

Help- regression, obsession

I cant keep away from her touch

Leave no doubt, to find out

Its calling me back to my home