Royal Challengers Vs Chennai Kings

I am not a fan of cricket. But yesterday I saw a live match of Bangalore Vs Chennai, the IPL T20 version ofcourse and I was so excited. I was cheering all the way for the Bangalore team right up until the Chennai team gained a major head in the last overs. And I was surprised I was kind of dissappointed to see our team loose. Usually sports, especially cricket, has absolutely no effect on me. May be it was the novelty of being there in the stadium watching it live. May be the energy and enthusiasm of the other spectators rubbed off on me. Who knows? But I had a great time. An evening well spent…

Bannerghatta national park

I was at the Bannerghatta national park yesterday where you can basically see some wild animals… lions, tiger, bears. Apparently they arent as wild after all. Although most of them arent kept in cages, they arent allowed to hunt thier prey either. Now what kind of a lion is it if it does not hunt?

Butt-fucking lion, that’s what it is. Anyway it is nice if you are a family type and want to show your five year old a “wild animal”. For the more adventurous — Not recommended.

Chennai road horrors

I was in Chennai last week. The horrors. First the climate was hot and humid. Wow. Why do people even live in there? Just the sun is enough to send your bags packing. Hmm..well if that does not drive you away here’s one will drive you away..quite literally. The horrible drivers. The autowallas are actually worse than bangalore autowallas. Now that’s making a big huge statement. Coz Bangalore autowallas barely drive. The Chennai ones keep knocking into other vehicles..almost. Very close shave. Two near death experiences in an 8 km strech. Certainly aint a nice ride to take. Almost got knocked off walking on the pavement too. Now that makes the near death count three. Phew!!!

Animal Cruelty and American Hypocrisy

You can often hear a lot of Americans complain how cruel other countries are especially China towards animals. I can laugh my ass out because I just dont get it. Arent these the very people who eat meat for every meal? Eating meat is just not humane. No matter how much you cliam you have butchered them humanely. You have bucthered. Period. Dont talk about animal cruelty. Infact any laws you have in a country where eating meat is legal( that is just about evry country in the world) does not need anti-animal cruelty laws. You are a meat eating monster. It is just not humane. No sir, not for the animal atleast. And then they eat something called veal which I hear is very inhuman. Why all the fuss? Dont kid yourself. Dont talk about dog eating practices of the Korean guys.

Yes, I am a vegetarian.

The situation

In shit trouble. Perhaps not deep shit. But this situation is annoying me. Because it is beyond my control. If there is one thing that cannot be done or worth doing is to change people’s opinion. The best thing you can hope for is God’s intervention. Please help me get out of this situation…please..it’s painfully annoying and I dont know what I can do to get away from this all..please

White girl dance

So dancing in pubs is back in bangalore as I found out last weekend. Thank God. I danced like there is no tommorrow. It was wonderful but also amusing. There was this white girl about 32 ish who kept atleast one of her hands directly on her crotch and danced all alone. She was actually with some group I noticed before but for some reason she prefered to dance away catching her crotch all alone. I could not but bite my lips to stop laughing. It would be so jerkish to laugh at that time. Not that she would have noticed. The music was too loud and the dance floor too crowded. And she had these strange movements. And her hands and legs would go just crazy when the DJ suddenly threw in Punjabi number. She almost burnt up a guy’s shirt with her cigarette too. Funny as hell, how adorable she was.

Dharwad Pedha

I hail (atleast my parents do) from North Karnataka. I recently had the opportunity to visit two places in North Karnataka. I attended a friend’s wedding in Hidkal. I was a little perplexed by the fact that there were not any elaborate rituals at wedding. It is strange because it is supposed to be a Lingayat wedding( am a Lingayat myself ). There’s no way it is as simple as the one I saw at the wedding. No matter, I think they made a lovely couple. The return from Hidkal to Blore was a night mare, my train ticket was on the waiting list and I had to actually travel from Hubli to Blore sittting in an awkward position.

A couple of days later I went to Karnatak University in Dharawad. I had never seen my University before, so I was quite looking forward to it. I must say my job of getting my marks cards attested was surprisingly easy. Way to go Karnatak University, you are a star. Usually people at colleges and universities are very unhelpful and have uttermost disregard for anything that constitutes work.  I really like Dharwad though. Such a tiny little place and how nicely they speak my kind of Kannad. Adorable. And I bought the famous Dharwad pedha there. If you are wondering which shop is the one that actually sells the famous Dharwad Pedha it is Babusingh’s Thakur Pedha, this one’s opposite to the bus stand. There’s also Mishra Pedha and others but this is the original one. And I must they are quite tasty. Not too sugary or ghee laden. Just right.

And there quite a few hotties for such a small town. Bangalore has largely ugly population although the ones that are cute are very very hot. But Dharwad’s sexy. Hot hot, totally hot.

Why I lie about my age?

I often lie about my age especially if am sure I will never meet that person again. Not ashamed of being any age but my behaviour is often inconsistent with my age. I dont want to analyze why it so, lest some silly ass psychoanalyst tell me about my repressed childhood and how I secretly desire having sex with a snake!!! He might say some thing like how I am not a snake and while I grew up there were a lot of snakes around and hence developed a fascination for sleeping with them. Phew, eww. It’s easier to lie about my age than to explain my let’s face it, childish behaviour. I knock off 4-5 years and it has gained me a few text messaging friends. Text messagung seems to be a very popular thingy among late teens and early twenties types. It does fill the void and awkward doing-nothing situations when I am desparately looking for something to do. BTW, I am not a rabbit, lion or crocodile either. I hate too many choices<grin>

The road trip

I went on a road trip from blore to kkumari and boy, it turned out to be more adventurous than I imagined.

The route was roughly like this:-

blore -> hosur -> krishnagiri -> karur -> munnar -> kochi -> tiruvantapuram -> kkumari.

Return:- kkumari -> dindigal -> madurai -> karur -> hosur -> bangalore.

It turned out to be a 4 night and 4 day trip. We left blore on friday about 4.30 and returned back to blore on tuesday at 5.30. The original plan was to return on late night Monday or early morning Tuesday…but it turned out we had something else in store for us.

Originally we were supposed to attend a wedding but as fate would have it we could not. Most of the trip was through Tamil Nadu. Did you know that Tamil Nadu has an equivalent of a dhaba where they serve oily parota(TN style paratha) with kurma(a spicy gravy)? You eat them off banana leaves and do remember to dispose those leaves into the bins otherwise you will earn an angry and sharp instruction to do so from the shopkeeper. This food is very inexpensive and quite tasty to eat once in a while but since it was the only thing I had for lunch and dinner three or four days in a row, I wasnt too impressed by it by the end of the trip. For breakfast it was dosa or omlette or idli. Again at dhaba like places.

We had four wonderful drivers among us and I like to think I contributed by occupying as little space as possible in the back of the car , lol, lol, whoa what a loser am I. I had no clue whatsoever what kind of trip it was. I didnt think it was a road trip. Actually I wasnt even in the plan until one of the five guys who planned the trip decided to not go and these guys asked whether I am interested and I said yes. I just wanted to get out of blore for a while for I had become too much of a blore equivalent of The Manhattan Boy(remember Sex and the City?).  It’s so easy to get into the city life of instant gratification and get addicted to it. Instant sex , instant food and buying stuff that you really dont need, sounds like a dream , but for me it was turning out to be a nightmare. One would realize the gravity of the situation, if he/she becomes so picky that he/she will ”do” a person of a very particular physical appearance and character. It’s a funny thing coz the city is so large, you get exactly what you want inspite of your narrow preferences. And that can be very corrupting. Exactly why your parents tell you to delay gratification when you are a child. And the next thing you know, it is chocolate brownie and cafe mocha all the time. Evolutionary pschychologically speaking I was supposed to be happy. Sex and food is all that is required, right? Clearly that isnt enough. Not nearly enough.

But I digress, the point is instant gratification wasnt working and I desparately wanted to get out of the rut.

Back to the trip, I must say I find travelling in a car on the highways is very scary. At every step there is very much a chance that a huge truck or bus will ram into you. But that is exactly what I wanted—-Stare into the face of potential death.

The munnar stretch was specially nerve wrecking. I was all nerves because it is a hilly route and a little miscalculation or a tiny error on your or some other driver’s part can send you rolling down the hill. I wasnt enjoying it very much.

In kovalam beach which is close tiruvanantpuram I lost my spectacles which were my favourite pair. However I had a spare and thus was spared the agony of squinting to find my way. And now comes the most exciting part. While en route to trunelveli from kkumari my worst nightmare came true. Our car rammed into a careless biker and the dude was propelled into the air by the impact. The side of the front window of the car was shattered. I would say it was fairly serious accident although none of us were hurt. This was it, it has finally happended, something that I knew would happen sometime considering all the statistics I have been going through. I couldnt think at the moment. I was totally blank. Luckily the other guys had more sense than I did. They put him in the car and took him to the nearby hospital. C and I followed the car on the dude’s bike. I was quite amazed by the behaviour displayed by my friends in this situation. They seemed to do the best they could possibly do in such a situation instead of going into a state of emptiness that I was in. I felt nothing but emptyness. Like a huge void, almost like nirvana. These are some pretty awesome guys, I thought. Then the dude was taken to a different hospital for furthur treatment. He wouldnt talk, I wondered how hurt he was. There was no blood or anything thankfully. The sight of blood would have made the matter worse. We went to the nearest police station to report the accident. We did nothing but wait at the police station from about 2.00 in the afternoon till 8.00 in the evening for one of the biker’s relatives to show up. Once they arrived it took only a few minutes to “settle” the matter. The biker wasnt probabaly as badly hurt as it looked. His relatives seemed quite unworried. It did bother me a little bit coz it’s creepy to know that your loved one is hurt and be unworried about.

Anyway we drove back to blore in the wrecked car. I was given the option of going by bus since I would not drive anyway. Now this is a tricky situtaion, I didnt want leave them coz that would imply I abandoned them in a difficult situation. I wasnt very sure why they suggested it. The empty feeling was still there and I didnt know what to say to that, it didnt matter this way or that. Anyway I didnt get the bus ticket so that settled the matter for me. I was to continue driving back with them. The way back was pretty uneventful although it was very stressful. 

So that was the Manhattan Boy’s adventurous trip to wonderland. I am glad about the way it turned out in the end plus I got know some pretty amazing guys. I havent done full justice about my experiences regarding this trip in this blog, I think I am gonna just keep them in my brain for while. Fin.

In for a ride?

Either am crazy or …..nut? Yes am gonna have a rise of my lifetime. Not to mention the drama thats unfolding elsewhere. That silly drama queen. Hope this is the last of those dramas. I am quite sick and tired of it. I just want to run away from them into a cave where no one can find me. Still I shouldnt be letting the queen from enjoying my ride. I signed up for it exactly because I want to finally get out of my shell and see the evo-psych species for what they really are. I hope I get my answer, even it it kills a huge part of my imaginary secluded near-delusional life.