Been married for 6 months as of today. I thought it was on the 10th, while Swathy thought today was the 8th. So apparently when I wished her in the morning, she thought I had already forgotten when it was.
How do I feel? Day to day life hasn't changed much largely thanks to leading a bachelor's life I suppose. It sucks in sense that I don't have the freedom that I enjoyed as a bachelor (I can't look/talk at a pretty girl anymore without feeling really guilty...). My phone bills have gone through the roof thanks to my India calls, I have had to become more careful about what I say and do, and, well I am sure I will have to clear out my wardrobe as I have been told multiple times that my dress sense sucks :(.
Still all this is nothing compared to the fact that I feel grounded and in love again. I have a sense of purpose in life that I didn't when I was single and so many good things to look forward to. Of course it would have been a lot nicer had I actually spent any time with my wife the past few months, but well we have lots to look forward to when she does come here. If we can get along well over a phone-line I'm sure we'll do fine in real life.
Touchwood we have had a wonderful start to our relationship. I hope that we continue along the same vein to build it into something that we can look back upon during our twilight years and only regret that we couldn't do the whole thing over again.
Love you Swats.
For those of you who can stand to hear me sing :-)... Here's me singing Tere Bin for Swathy at our wedding.
Showing posts with label Personal. Show all posts
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Thursday, August 09, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
A tale of two movies
Although I had plenty to do this weekend, I still managed to eke out some time to watch a couple of movies. One I watched because I wouldn't have missed it for the world and the other is a demonstration of the crazy things a person is driven to do in desperation.
Watched the Bourne Ultimatum on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Dropped a friend off at the airport in the morning and did some odd end jobs until the matinee show aired. Got there a little late and was forced to watch the entire movie from the second row. But boy was the movie good!
A distinguishing feature of the Bourne franchise is that it goes for substance rather than gloss. There are no stupid witticisms, no unnecessary scenes, no gloss whatsoever. The movie is plain and unadulterated fun. It is so fast paced! And it never fails to make sense. The movie goes about its business with an air of someone who has too much to do with too little time. Our amnesiac protagonist flits between cities as often as a normal person may go to the pharmacy or the grocers. He matches his wits and muscle against bunch of government baddies and their lackeys for whom assassinating someone in broad daylight is child's play. Against impossible odds Bourne always succeeds at his objective... be it beating up a bunch of CIA agents or finding the secret offices of CIA operatives with nothing more than Google and a parchment of paper with an address on it.
Throughout the movie Bourne's actions and robot like efficiency of getting things done can only make you gasp in admiration. The action sequences throughout the movie are exquisitely directed each more spectacular than the other. Bourne's journey from Russia through Europe to New York gave me a major adrenaline rush. Despite the frenetic pace of the movie, there was never a point in time that I felt lost. Although the movie is said to be loosely relevant to the books the storyline is very tight. Every scene has a part to play in the movie. If you like action movies, or, fast paced thrillers, this is the movie for you.
Now for the second movie... Cash. As far as I am concerned ... the movie should be renamed Crap. My reaction to watching this movie can be summed up by the title of one of its songs. Rahem Kare! (Have mercy) Had I not had the option to forward through the movie, I may have gone into depression.
The only reason I watched the movie was because I liked the songs. They are peppy, fast songs that are awesome to listen to in the car or as a pick me up at the end of a long day. And well I wanted to see if the babe in the picture below happened to have any more scenes in the movie. Boy should I have resisted the temptation to watch this piece of crap!
Watched the Bourne Ultimatum on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Dropped a friend off at the airport in the morning and did some odd end jobs until the matinee show aired. Got there a little late and was forced to watch the entire movie from the second row. But boy was the movie good!
A distinguishing feature of the Bourne franchise is that it goes for substance rather than gloss. There are no stupid witticisms, no unnecessary scenes, no gloss whatsoever. The movie is plain and unadulterated fun. It is so fast paced! And it never fails to make sense. The movie goes about its business with an air of someone who has too much to do with too little time. Our amnesiac protagonist flits between cities as often as a normal person may go to the pharmacy or the grocers. He matches his wits and muscle against bunch of government baddies and their lackeys for whom assassinating someone in broad daylight is child's play. Against impossible odds Bourne always succeeds at his objective... be it beating up a bunch of CIA agents or finding the secret offices of CIA operatives with nothing more than Google and a parchment of paper with an address on it.
Throughout the movie Bourne's actions and robot like efficiency of getting things done can only make you gasp in admiration. The action sequences throughout the movie are exquisitely directed each more spectacular than the other. Bourne's journey from Russia through Europe to New York gave me a major adrenaline rush. Despite the frenetic pace of the movie, there was never a point in time that I felt lost. Although the movie is said to be loosely relevant to the books the storyline is very tight. Every scene has a part to play in the movie. If you like action movies, or, fast paced thrillers, this is the movie for you.
Now for the second movie... Cash. As far as I am concerned ... the movie should be renamed Crap. My reaction to watching this movie can be summed up by the title of one of its songs. Rahem Kare! (Have mercy) Had I not had the option to forward through the movie, I may have gone into depression.
The only reason I watched the movie was because I liked the songs. They are peppy, fast songs that are awesome to listen to in the car or as a pick me up at the end of a long day. And well I wanted to see if the babe in the picture below happened to have any more scenes in the movie. Boy should I have resisted the temptation to watch this piece of crap!
Hindi movie makers have for long been churning out so called action movies that look more like sequences from Bad Video Games Gone Wild! Unfortunately from what I read all these movies are classified as blockbusters. If you like meaningless, over the top, stupid, cheesy dialogues topped off with action scenes that are poor rip-offs of English movies, then this is the movie for you! Some idiot had the bright idea of putting actors who speak English with an accent that would make a Mexican immigrant cringe into a bunch of uncoordinated action sequences that seem to involve every mode of transportation possible with the notable exception of a submarine and possibly a golf cart.
What was the movie about? There was something in there about some diamonds and how everyone in the movie handled them at one stage. However I noticed that the actors seemed more interested in delivering silly jokes that even their mothers would find difficult to laugh at. Everyone was involved in trying to look cool by wearing clothes and sporting hairstyles that they happened to be a few decades too old for.
In case you still haven't decided to watch Crap, here's something that may get you off your behind and into the theatre (to throw rotten eggs at the screen). The movie features Ritesh Deshmukh with a hairstyle that even the orangutans would be offended by, Zayed Khan trying to rap, Esha Deol in tiny clothes (WARNING: you may poke your eyes out watching this), Ajay Devgan in blond hair (talk about blacks on blonds!), and, the terrible Shettys (Sunil - I think he has given up on trying to make a decent movie - and Shamita) trying to act.
What was the movie about? There was something in there about some diamonds and how everyone in the movie handled them at one stage. However I noticed that the actors seemed more interested in delivering silly jokes that even their mothers would find difficult to laugh at. Everyone was involved in trying to look cool by wearing clothes and sporting hairstyles that they happened to be a few decades too old for.
In case you still haven't decided to watch Crap, here's something that may get you off your behind and into the theatre (to throw rotten eggs at the screen). The movie features Ritesh Deshmukh with a hairstyle that even the orangutans would be offended by, Zayed Khan trying to rap, Esha Deol in tiny clothes (WARNING: you may poke your eyes out watching this), Ajay Devgan in blond hair (talk about blacks on blonds!), and, the terrible Shettys (Sunil - I think he has given up on trying to make a decent movie - and Shamita) trying to act.
I was so happy when the movie ended I had half a mind to wake up my neighbours and treat them all! God forbid what I would have done had I actually paid money to watch this in a theatre! My puny mind shudders at the thought of having to actually sit through this in a theatre!
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Most of the colleagues in my office have either left or have been transferred elsewhere. It feels like you are starting all over again at a new place. It is a stark reminder that things are never really the same, always. Change in inevitable.
Every time I pass the place where they used to sit, a feeling of loneliness engulfs me. Miss the common faces. One would feel the same way in an alien nation. You may not know people around you. You may not talk to them. You may have seen people once, somewhere, sometime, but they are familiar. I guess it gives a feeling of belonging, a feeling of security that is often taken for granted. I kind of agree with the belief that you miss the loved one the most when they are not around you anymore. Once you realize that, you ponder over the many things you would have done that could have brought a tear or a smile.
Until recently, I stubbornly holding on to, ‘why now?’ and I realized how silly & positively negative I’ve been. It is like trying to shield yourself, from air. It surrounds you anyway. It is one of the many things you can’t do without, just like change.
I’ve become absolutely bored with everything around me. I need some spice. Wish one was paid to go globe trotting. If only all wishes were true. Most avid travelers say that a whole lifespan is never really enough to satiate the hunger to see more.
My friend, Sanjana has written a book of poems called ‘ As The Candle Flickered In The Dark ‘. I could read only one poem from the book., titled ‘My Muse’. My favorite lines from it were
‘She is the reason I write
My adrenalin in a fight,
The conscience of what is wrong or what is right,
My burning lamp in the night,
The path from darkness to light,
My muse – my soul’s delight’
I’m really glad her poems have been published. Eager to read every one of the poems in the book. Bravo! Sanjana…cheers to life! Cheers to you!
Every time I pass the place where they used to sit, a feeling of loneliness engulfs me. Miss the common faces. One would feel the same way in an alien nation. You may not know people around you. You may not talk to them. You may have seen people once, somewhere, sometime, but they are familiar. I guess it gives a feeling of belonging, a feeling of security that is often taken for granted. I kind of agree with the belief that you miss the loved one the most when they are not around you anymore. Once you realize that, you ponder over the many things you would have done that could have brought a tear or a smile.
Until recently, I stubbornly holding on to, ‘why now?’ and I realized how silly & positively negative I’ve been. It is like trying to shield yourself, from air. It surrounds you anyway. It is one of the many things you can’t do without, just like change.
I’ve become absolutely bored with everything around me. I need some spice. Wish one was paid to go globe trotting. If only all wishes were true. Most avid travelers say that a whole lifespan is never really enough to satiate the hunger to see more.
My friend, Sanjana has written a book of poems called ‘ As The Candle Flickered In The Dark ‘. I could read only one poem from the book., titled ‘My Muse’. My favorite lines from it were
‘She is the reason I write
My adrenalin in a fight,
The conscience of what is wrong or what is right,
My burning lamp in the night,
The path from darkness to light,
My muse – my soul’s delight’
I’m really glad her poems have been published. Eager to read every one of the poems in the book. Bravo! Sanjana…cheers to life! Cheers to you!
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Still alive
Just wanted to let everyone that still checks this know that I'm still alive. Been crazy busy lately..
Even my waist will agree judging by the fact that I have packed on a few pounds thanks to my current state of busyness!
Got some exciting news and will be out with it soon.
Please do keep checking back and leaving your comments.
Even my waist will agree judging by the fact that I have packed on a few pounds thanks to my current state of busyness!
Got some exciting news and will be out with it soon.
Please do keep checking back and leaving your comments.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
The rules of sympathy
What happened yesterday in Virginia Tech was a travesty. However, I couldn't help but wonder about how society reacts to certain tragedy differently depending on who the victims are. More than a day has passed and as expected news about the deranged shooter, the lives of his victims, and, how the families are coping with the tragedy rules the media.
On the other hand... just yesterday, more than 200 innocents lost their lives in Iraq. The most number of casualties on a single day since the war over 5 years ago. More than 1400 people have died in Iraq this week. So why is it that the world's media is focusing on just the VT killings?
Let me illustrate my point:
Everyone else seems to have a passing reference to the carnage that has occurred in Iraq over the past week.
It made me sad to think that to the world news about innocent Iraqis being slaughtered has become so commonplace, that even staggering figures such as 1400 people dying over the past one week is nothing but a statistic. There are no candlelight vigils. No speeches made to the families of the victims. No 10 hour documentaries about the suffering of the families. No articles about the heroism of strangers in trying circumstances. Nada. Nothing. Just a couple of articles stating that 1400 people died this week in Iraq in various bomb blasts.
Why do we just not care about these cursed people? Are they not worthy of candle light vigils? Did the sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers ... people who die in these bomb blasts not have the same aspirations that the kids in VT had? Did their families not love and care for them as much as the families of the kids in VT? Why is it that we the world show so much apathy towards these people who were unfortunately born in the wrong place at the wrong time?
It's not that I think it is wrong for people to care about their countrymen, but why is it that violence and tragedy in one place evokes so much sympathy from everyone, and yet others who are in desperate need of sympathy beget none? I despair when I think of the disparity in sympathy shown towards people.
They say life is unfair. Perhaps my rant will not really do anything at all towards drawing attention to the people in Iraq.
I am but a single voice in the universe... still I would like to state that I will make a daily rememberance for the innocents of the world that happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. A vigil for the innocents of the world that are sacrificed in the name of religion, greed, politics and so many other things that man uses as an excuse to kill others. A vigil that regardless of caste, creed, color, religion, and, nationality.
Perhaps my vigil does not mean much to anyone else. Maybe it is a selfish act to appease my guilty conscience for not lifting a finger to help anyone out. Still it is heartfelt... to show that I care.
On the other hand... just yesterday, more than 200 innocents lost their lives in Iraq. The most number of casualties on a single day since the war over 5 years ago. More than 1400 people have died in Iraq this week. So why is it that the world's media is focusing on just the VT killings?
Let me illustrate my point:
TimesOfIndia.com (apparently one of India's most widely read new websites) has featured a picture on the most important news event in India's history... the Bachchan wedding.
CNN has few in-depth articles about the killer and the plight of the victims. NOTHING about the Iraq blasts on its front page.
The NYT has a tiny article on its front page
The Washington Post has a tiny article on its front page about the Iraq bombings (incorrect number of victims and all)
The BBC is the only news media that has actually covered this news with any apparent interest.
Everyone else seems to have a passing reference to the carnage that has occurred in Iraq over the past week.
It made me sad to think that to the world news about innocent Iraqis being slaughtered has become so commonplace, that even staggering figures such as 1400 people dying over the past one week is nothing but a statistic. There are no candlelight vigils. No speeches made to the families of the victims. No 10 hour documentaries about the suffering of the families. No articles about the heroism of strangers in trying circumstances. Nada. Nothing. Just a couple of articles stating that 1400 people died this week in Iraq in various bomb blasts.
Why do we just not care about these cursed people? Are they not worthy of candle light vigils? Did the sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers ... people who die in these bomb blasts not have the same aspirations that the kids in VT had? Did their families not love and care for them as much as the families of the kids in VT? Why is it that we the world show so much apathy towards these people who were unfortunately born in the wrong place at the wrong time?
It's not that I think it is wrong for people to care about their countrymen, but why is it that violence and tragedy in one place evokes so much sympathy from everyone, and yet others who are in desperate need of sympathy beget none? I despair when I think of the disparity in sympathy shown towards people.
They say life is unfair. Perhaps my rant will not really do anything at all towards drawing attention to the people in Iraq.
I am but a single voice in the universe... still I would like to state that I will make a daily rememberance for the innocents of the world that happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. A vigil for the innocents of the world that are sacrificed in the name of religion, greed, politics and so many other things that man uses as an excuse to kill others. A vigil that regardless of caste, creed, color, religion, and, nationality.
Perhaps my vigil does not mean much to anyone else. Maybe it is a selfish act to appease my guilty conscience for not lifting a finger to help anyone out. Still it is heartfelt... to show that I care.
Friday, April 06, 2007
For the love of the game
I really love the game of cricket. Ever since I was a little kid one of my life's ambitions was to be a cricketer. I remember spurning a budding singing career and then later in life ruining what may have been the start of an excellent tennis career for cricket. And it wasn't even for proper organized cricket.
I just used to love playing the game with my neighbourhood buddies. We played with one single bat, makeshift stumps and tennis balls poached from people's houses, or from my tennis coaching academy. At the time those two hours of fun was what I lived for. It was not that I was any good at the game. I was decent, but never destined to be able to choose it as my profession. However I was good at singing and tennis and if I had showed even a tenth of the interest that I seemed to show for the game of willow and ball, they may have actually evolved into a career choice.
However I didn't and I really regret my foolishness, but well I don't regret the fun I had playing the game. Maybe I don't love the game as much nowadays, but it still has a very special place in my heart.
I was an "Indian" cricket fan. I never thought twice about the fact that the "Indian" cricket team was actually a private enterprise belonging to the "BCCI" and not a national team. The players were actually hired as professionals by a private company, but then what difference did that make? According to me this team was "India's" team.
Until recently I had always assumed that I was always going to be a fan of the "Indian" cricket team, because I considered the Indian cricket team to be the representatives of our country in the sporting world.
Face it, we Indians are not known for our athletic prowess. Sure we've had the occasional Leander Paes, Bhupati, Prakash Padukone, etc. but I cannot remember any of our sports teams being competitive in a global game. I never followed Indian hockey till the 90s and never saw a point in following it since 94). So I followed the game religiously.
I was never really prone to worshipping the players, but I knew that I would love to be a Sachin Tendulkar or even a Robin Singh. To be given the honor of representing my country internationally and make the people back home proud to be an Indian. Above all I wanted to play the game because I loved playing it. I wish I were good enough to be able to play it as a professional, but alas not all of us are blessed enough to do something like that.
So when I see a group of players given the honor of being able to play and represent every Indian in an international arena, I always assumed that they would give it their best shot. It wasn't that they were just playing for the honor though. The financial benefits and other perks of playing for the team were quite substantial. Sure it was a high pressure job, but then who gets paid so much to do something that almost anyone could do?
However over the past two years, I have decided that being a fan of this team of impostors is not worth my time or effort. Playing for honor is not something the current team of prima donnas wants to do. No... it doesn't matter that they are really not as good as they believe, nor that they actually need to prove themselves in any way to remain in this team. They believe that everything that they have achieved during their glory days should be good enough to keep them in the team so they can continue to enjoy the benefits of being an "Indian" cricketer. Since they could not provide entertainment to the masses where they were supposed to, they feel they should do so in another medium with their whingings, and accusations.
When I see this team play I feel that they are not only insulting the game of cricket, but also every supporter of the team. What is the point in supporting a team and an enterprise (BCCI) that believes that their financial well-being and personal agendas come before the game itself?
I think I am better off remenescing about the wonderful times I have had playing this game. Sure my friends and I may not be international cricketers, but we played for the fun.... for the love of the game.
I just used to love playing the game with my neighbourhood buddies. We played with one single bat, makeshift stumps and tennis balls poached from people's houses, or from my tennis coaching academy. At the time those two hours of fun was what I lived for. It was not that I was any good at the game. I was decent, but never destined to be able to choose it as my profession. However I was good at singing and tennis and if I had showed even a tenth of the interest that I seemed to show for the game of willow and ball, they may have actually evolved into a career choice.
However I didn't and I really regret my foolishness, but well I don't regret the fun I had playing the game. Maybe I don't love the game as much nowadays, but it still has a very special place in my heart.
I was an "Indian" cricket fan. I never thought twice about the fact that the "Indian" cricket team was actually a private enterprise belonging to the "BCCI" and not a national team. The players were actually hired as professionals by a private company, but then what difference did that make? According to me this team was "India's" team.
Until recently I had always assumed that I was always going to be a fan of the "Indian" cricket team, because I considered the Indian cricket team to be the representatives of our country in the sporting world.
Face it, we Indians are not known for our athletic prowess. Sure we've had the occasional Leander Paes, Bhupati, Prakash Padukone, etc. but I cannot remember any of our sports teams being competitive in a global game. I never followed Indian hockey till the 90s and never saw a point in following it since 94). So I followed the game religiously.
I was never really prone to worshipping the players, but I knew that I would love to be a Sachin Tendulkar or even a Robin Singh. To be given the honor of representing my country internationally and make the people back home proud to be an Indian. Above all I wanted to play the game because I loved playing it. I wish I were good enough to be able to play it as a professional, but alas not all of us are blessed enough to do something like that.
So when I see a group of players given the honor of being able to play and represent every Indian in an international arena, I always assumed that they would give it their best shot. It wasn't that they were just playing for the honor though. The financial benefits and other perks of playing for the team were quite substantial. Sure it was a high pressure job, but then who gets paid so much to do something that almost anyone could do?
However over the past two years, I have decided that being a fan of this team of impostors is not worth my time or effort. Playing for honor is not something the current team of prima donnas wants to do. No... it doesn't matter that they are really not as good as they believe, nor that they actually need to prove themselves in any way to remain in this team. They believe that everything that they have achieved during their glory days should be good enough to keep them in the team so they can continue to enjoy the benefits of being an "Indian" cricketer. Since they could not provide entertainment to the masses where they were supposed to, they feel they should do so in another medium with their whingings, and accusations.
When I see this team play I feel that they are not only insulting the game of cricket, but also every supporter of the team. What is the point in supporting a team and an enterprise (BCCI) that believes that their financial well-being and personal agendas come before the game itself?
I think I am better off remenescing about the wonderful times I have had playing this game. Sure my friends and I may not be international cricketers, but we played for the fun.... for the love of the game.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
1 year and counting
Wow how time flies!
This blog is now a year old. This is my 101st post on here. I hope that you readers have enjoyed reading blogs from me and my sis Ramya. We have been very busy over the past few months and so have not been very prolific.
Looking back, last time this year I was looking for something to do when I started this blog. A bachelor well on his way to finishing up his GMAT and pursuing his MBA.
I was pretty much sure about what I wanted to do and how I wanted to do it. This year I have no clue about what I want to do by the end of the year, other than make sure that Swathy joins me of course.
Now my future looks a little murkier, a little scarier, and yet I wouldn't trade it in for all the security in the world cause of the people I have met and have been fortunate to fall in love with.
Here's to another year of blogging. Hopefully this year I will keep up with my resolutions and concentrate more on my career. Here's to another year of blogging and having my friends visit this site and leave more comments ;).
Friday, March 02, 2007
The things you have done to impress someone you've liked
Swathy had started this thread in her cousins group asking ppl to state the things that they had done to impress the opposite sex in their headier more foolish days. Kind of brought back memories of all the stupid things I had done in my life.
I have umm...
* In college I had taken a girl and a whole crowd her annoying friends to a movie hall 2 hrs away while they kept screeching and shouting in the back seat of my car over one stupid thing after another. Me being the only guy in the car was seriously wondering if she was worth this effort.
* Then after the 2 hr drive had to put up with them for dinner and ended up paying the dam bill coz i was the only working guy... then decided she was not worth the effort.
* Looked after a girl's bratty brother while the girl went to the shops with her annoying friends. I figured that was easier to do than end up taking them shopping and paying for stuff I didn't want to pay. Actually had lots of fun with the kid... I taught him how to play cricket and he was quite good at it! He taught me how to hate his nursery rhymes tapes. After this ran for my life anytime I saw the girl.
* In school and another time in college played tennis in front of a girl's house ... but she only seemed to come out when I was losing
Same with cricket, badminton and other sports i'm good at... only seemd to be around when i was playing badly. Wondered where they went when I was playing well... but then found out that they were there even otherwise... and that I distracted myself and played badly when I shouldn't have
* Pretended to be a really good palm reader
. This was quite a good one actually... although I'm sure everyone has done and most girls have had this done to them.
* In school sung and danced on stage even though i had major stage fright. Then found the girl I wanted to impress hadn't turned up at all! Still at least ppl talked well about it so the girl found out abt it from other ppl.
* In college I took a girl's friend to the hospital and stayed there all night (although the girl who i took to the hospital was also a very good friend - may not have stayed the night though if it wasnt for the girl)
* In office donated blood (although maybe this doesn't count coz I wanted to anyway) and this was a very good way to impress them! Most successful attempt ... coz I apparently impressed many ppl that I didn't intend to impress either! I think I wrote about this sometime ...
http://bharathh.blogspot.com/2006/08/ten-things-that-you-love-about-your.html
* Before meeting swathy I used to volunteer at a bunch of places to pass my weekends... One time there was this girl in the office who i used to like who asked if I wanted to volunteer at one place where I would be put in charge of overseeing some birthday party.
Found out when i got there that I was the only person there to babysit the kids.. Apparently she had told them that I was very good with kids, and they decided to use other volunteers elsewhere. God I had such a migrane after that!!!
I have umm...
* In college I had taken a girl and a whole crowd her annoying friends to a movie hall 2 hrs away while they kept screeching and shouting in the back seat of my car over one stupid thing after another. Me being the only guy in the car was seriously wondering if she was worth this effort.
* Then after the 2 hr drive had to put up with them for dinner and ended up paying the dam bill coz i was the only working guy... then decided she was not worth the effort.
* Looked after a girl's bratty brother while the girl went to the shops with her annoying friends. I figured that was easier to do than end up taking them shopping and paying for stuff I didn't want to pay. Actually had lots of fun with the kid... I taught him how to play cricket and he was quite good at it! He taught me how to hate his nursery rhymes tapes. After this ran for my life anytime I saw the girl.
* In school and another time in college played tennis in front of a girl's house ... but she only seemed to come out when I was losing
Same with cricket, badminton and other sports i'm good at... only seemd to be around when i was playing badly. Wondered where they went when I was playing well... but then found out that they were there even otherwise... and that I distracted myself and played badly when I shouldn't have
* Pretended to be a really good palm reader
. This was quite a good one actually... although I'm sure everyone has done and most girls have had this done to them.* In school sung and danced on stage even though i had major stage fright. Then found the girl I wanted to impress hadn't turned up at all! Still at least ppl talked well about it so the girl found out abt it from other ppl.
* In college I took a girl's friend to the hospital and stayed there all night (although the girl who i took to the hospital was also a very good friend - may not have stayed the night though if it wasnt for the girl)
* In office donated blood (although maybe this doesn't count coz I wanted to anyway) and this was a very good way to impress them! Most successful attempt ... coz I apparently impressed many ppl that I didn't intend to impress either! I think I wrote about this sometime ...
http://bharathh.blogspot.com/2006/08/ten-things-that-you-love-about-your.html
* Before meeting swathy I used to volunteer at a bunch of places to pass my weekends... One time there was this girl in the office who i used to like who asked if I wanted to volunteer at one place where I would be put in charge of overseeing some birthday party.
Found out when i got there that I was the only person there to babysit the kids..
Apparently she had told them that I was very good with kids, and they decided to use other volunteers elsewhere. God I had such a migrane after that!!!
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Back
So what have I been upto over the past month and a half? Lots really.
Well there was the New Year ... which I spent with my friends in Charleston. Spent a very good evening playing a card game called Judgement that I rock at, and got new ideas about how to blow money on me own audio-visual room when I actually earn enough money to make my dreams into a reality. Man is it going to be one funky room. When it materializes I may never come out of it unless there is a power cut!
And then of course there was the following two weeks I was crippled and handicapped by this annoying flu that derailed my hunkification project. So I guess I just looked decent for my wedding and not the hunk I could have been. :(
Oh and I got to go to India again to get married and had a blast of a time. My MIL and FIL and parents threw an amazing wedding. Never really been a fan of big weddings, but this one was so much fun I hardly realized the time go by. Pictures of the wedding can be seen here on my web album. Please do not feel shy about leaving comments. Posted some videos of our masti in the wedding on Youtube as well. You can find them if using the keywords Swathy Bharath.
Came back to some sobering news. The night we landed Swathy's cousin had a tragic accident in which he passed away. It was a terrible ordeal and I think fate was very unkind to have dealt Swathy's uncle and aunt who are amazing people such a huge blow.
Swathy was a rock throughout and took it amazingly well which really impressed me for dealing with something like this would have I thought been a very difficult thing to handle at her age. But she took it like a champ.
I really didn't want to come back to life all alone back in the States, but all good things come to an end and I came back to the US many times more in love with Swathy than I was before we got married.
Sat and edited all the pics and vids and relived every moment of my time with family and friends over the past week. Uploaded all the pictures and videos online and keep going back to view them over and over again. I suppose it helps a little with the homesickness.
Played my first match in the tennis leagues again and despite not playing too well won thanks to my opponents being very bad. Small mercies I suppose.
Here I am missing home and Swathy a lot again. Figured I had neglected my blog long enough and that I should write more to keep myself busy.
So what have I been upto over the past month and a half? Lots really.
Well there was the New Year ... which I spent with my friends in Charleston. Spent a very good evening playing a card game called Judgement that I rock at, and got new ideas about how to blow money on me own audio-visual room when I actually earn enough money to make my dreams into a reality. Man is it going to be one funky room. When it materializes I may never come out of it unless there is a power cut!
And then of course there was the following two weeks I was crippled and handicapped by this annoying flu that derailed my hunkification project. So I guess I just looked decent for my wedding and not the hunk I could have been. :(
Oh and I got to go to India again to get married and had a blast of a time. My MIL and FIL and parents threw an amazing wedding. Never really been a fan of big weddings, but this one was so much fun I hardly realized the time go by. Pictures of the wedding can be seen here on my web album. Please do not feel shy about leaving comments. Posted some videos of our masti in the wedding on Youtube as well. You can find them if using the keywords Swathy Bharath.
Mehendi ceremony dancing 1Went on an amazing honeymoon to Thailand. Did so much fun stuff there that we were both very sorry it ended. After the very public wedding the two of us had, we were very happy to have some alone time and we made full use of it!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecoTxehKeYU
Mehendi ceremony dancing 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiEhb76lPmo
Mehendi ceremony dancing 3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijJ03iB1aag
Baarat dancing 1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLdeeA8SB_g
Baarat dancing 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x16u1qoSSyM
Baarat dancing 3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prHhMuTKj7E
Grahapravesam 1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqRkfajO6pw
Grahapravesam 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q867PdtbThE
Came back to some sobering news. The night we landed Swathy's cousin had a tragic accident in which he passed away. It was a terrible ordeal and I think fate was very unkind to have dealt Swathy's uncle and aunt who are amazing people such a huge blow.
Swathy was a rock throughout and took it amazingly well which really impressed me for dealing with something like this would have I thought been a very difficult thing to handle at her age. But she took it like a champ.
I really didn't want to come back to life all alone back in the States, but all good things come to an end and I came back to the US many times more in love with Swathy than I was before we got married.
Sat and edited all the pics and vids and relived every moment of my time with family and friends over the past week. Uploaded all the pictures and videos online and keep going back to view them over and over again. I suppose it helps a little with the homesickness.
Played my first match in the tennis leagues again and despite not playing too well won thanks to my opponents being very bad. Small mercies I suppose.
Here I am missing home and Swathy a lot again. Figured I had neglected my blog long enough and that I should write more to keep myself busy.
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