Of runs, recession and daddu... 

The week current and past has been full of runs for Team India, be it the costly ones in the 20-20 matches, or precious ones in the ODI's.

If sachin gave an early gift to his fans celbrating ID on Sunday 8th Mar, Sehwag failed to dissapoint by gifting a timely HOLI present by scoring the fastest ton by an Indian and in the process sealed the NZ ODI series in India's favour.

Now whats recession got to do with it? Well a poster got all my attention in the match's highlights.

'No Recession, No runs'

And now who is Daddu, it's one of the brilliant new ad from 'Mentos' mint, that's aired these days on TV. I just love its theme. Though at the risk of being accused for unwarranted promotion of the ad, I feel like embedding the same here.

Sometimes, its only the little things that bring joy. Well here's mine

Cheers

Sanju

Such a show … Guys

On the Augustus occasion of the 75^th anniversary celebrations of Kannada film industry, I have this feeling of pride and joy to come to terms with the rich history and tradition that the Kannada film industry has carved for self. In some ways I guess this is the sole reason why I decided to stay put at home in front of the idiot box. I eagerly woke up from the lazy Sunday afternoon slumber to watch the 3 day event get inaugurated.

Though I know it's easy to sit and comment about the show, frankly speaking the initial parts of the show was annoying really. Speaking with some experience of organizing events, I know how easily the 100^th unnoticed event can occur washing away all the other 99 items that would have been meticulously taken care of. Taking the scale of the event being and the caliber of the list of invitees into account, sitting on my couch I so hoped that the event turned out to be a superb one.

Some glaring short comings that make me write this:

• I really cannot decipher the logic of how 75 look-alikes of Dr. Rajkumar can share the same stage with personalities like Chief Minister of the state, Guest of Honor Kamal Hassan, other major stars, politicians who themselves formed a formidable 20-30 number of people on stage.
  
• Atleast basic things like having the garlands, ready for these dignitaries should have been done.
  
• The scene of huge number of unwanted people literally being warded off by our CM was deplorable.
  

The list can go on… but I know what to stop where. Did I forget to mention that this event was held in front of crowds numbering to lakhs of people? I guess the MBA mindset sometimes makes me critique a bit too much. The post got worded in my mind as I was watching the event unfold. But it all stopped when Kamal Sir started speaking in Kannada and the rest of the event went on as if there was never a glitch.

In all after having grown up on these classic matinee entertainers, to see an occasion like this celebrated is delightful. With wishes galore for a super 'Amrita Mahotsava', here is me signing out!!!

Yearning for Floyd

Have been watching videos of Pink Floyd from the past 2 hours continuously, don't know why I am, frankly speaking I don't need a reason anyways to watch Floyd.

It’s now been close to 10 years since I've been sharing my highs and lows with Floyd. There are probably umpteen factors, that Pink Floyd has in it to attract and keep me captivated. I've never really ventured to know more about the actual story about how, why and when they decided to part ways. Never actually felt I should, as just their music was good enough.

Guess, yesterday night was destined for this when I arbitrarily started viewing videos one after the other and more. Very fact that Floyd is not like other rock n roll bands to whom drugs, alcohol is a major factor in Pink Floyd having such a long lasting loyal fan base I guess, of course not to mention the musical brilliance. Having said that I do understand that at some point of time, psychedelic music was used as stairway for drug peddlers and misguided youth generation at large. The point is Floyd went high on producing the kind of music they did and this high percolated into their listeners in various forms. 

Us, ordinary people and them extra ordinary men. Ego, everyone has this and when we talk about creative geniuses like Roger Waters and David Gilmour, them not having it will be a pleasant surprise. Anyways one desire like some other hundred thousands of them will be to see them all live in a concert sometime. I so hope the reunion happens and fans round the world get to see them once again, before the band becomes totally defunct.

Until then like Roger says, 

"You can bet The Dark Side of the Moon will still be on the charts."

Keep Rocking
Sanju

Birthdays like this too...

Feb 13th when the clock had just ticked 23:57, Akhil called up to wish me Happy Birthday. He sure flagged off a day that held so much for me, now when I look back.

Turning 25 makes people think differently about various things. But a sad feeling of growing older is one commonality in all this variety.

Well, it was definitely memorable as it turned out for me.

Birthdays are usually meant to be memorable and eventful in some way or another. However over the last few years (can't remember since when), one thing I absolutely cherish about my birthday is the fact that Mom wakes me up with a kiss on my foreheadJ and dad always manages to wish and shake hands when I'm still not completely awake.

Thinking about the proceedings of the day, wondering what made it memorable, let me take you back to Thursday, Feb 12^th.

I get this stupendously written e-mail from a lady 'Neeta Parikh', about how she found my profile online and how she just couldn't keep herself from writing in to me. Some 3-4 mails exchanged and I was up and running, psyching myself to believe that I would soon be rendezvousing with the chic girl.

The mails written to me in this regard seemed so genuine and I thought the fallacy of blind dating, might after all be not really false. If it was only the mails, then the conversation would've never grown, the g-chat session proved a winner for the connivers.

The stage was set for a show down on 15^th Feb, the Sunday over Thursday's chat session just before the EOD. Friday created new tensions for Neeta Parikh, which made it difficult for her to meet me on Sunday, and she advanced the meeting to Saturday the 14^th February. Like anybody who would have fallen for smooth talk/chat, I did too and agreed to spend some time on my Birthday. 

Also the picture helped them in a really big way for their plot.

Considering the fact that Neeta who was doing her fulltime MBA from NY, originally from Indore, vacationing in Bangalore staying at Koramangala, FORUM Mall was mutually agreed upon as the place where we would meet. How considerate I was … sob sob :( !!!

Panning back to the day, answering wishes on phone, and in parallel storing all the contacts on my cell phone was the order of the day. Of course I was majorly helped by my Laptop, which had the recently synched version of the whole contact list from my stolen N72 phone.

By 2PM I reached Forum and waited for her to show up in front of McDonald's as decided, show up … well the girl in the center didn't, these all sure did. 

The main conspirers in bold, and the rest able accomplices!

From L to R: Yogi, Sangeeta, Umashankar,Shweta, Adarsh and Vinay. 

What followed next is anybody's guess. At 25 years and 14 hours, i was bakra :P

Would love to thank each one of you who made my day so special! I guess Valentine's Day for people like me; will always be this way with so many beautiful people around.

Cheers

Sanju