The Tennis Titans

The destruction of Rafael Nadal in the hands of fellow countryman David Ferrer. Quite the match. I don't care if Nadal was injured or not. He lost. That's the point. (Yes. I'm a Nadal Hater) So, all the hypes about the Rafa Slam goes down the drain. Yes! :) And now, Federer has a good chance of winning his 17th. He probably won't though. Idiot he is. :P


The Titans: 

Rafael Nadal


The current World Number One. And how much ever I hate him, he deserves to be number one. One of the world's most stable players. His game is really simple. No variety at all. But, it is, nonetheless, very effective. This Spaniard is  a baseline player. He rallies and rallies and rallies and its not just 'keeping the ball in' kind of rally, he whacks them with heavy topspin to the corners without erring. Two ways he wins: One, he keeps rallying and after a point of time the other guy gets frustrated and finds the net. Two, he makes them stretch, and stretch so much that after a point of time they are bound to give him a nice and easy lollipop-ping short ball which he bazookas down the court.  

He's only 24?? What the heck? He started playing grands when he was schooling?! :-| People call him a gentleman. :| I think he's a Frikkin Loser  guy with some attitude. Great going David Ferrer for not falling for his innocent silent pleas to let him win. Don't forget to lose the next round though. Your job is done. You are no longer required. :P One good thing about Nadal is that you can rely on him to destroy other pitiable people you hate without worrying about Nadal losing.

Roger Federer

 The guy with great poise and elegance in his game. Former world number one, current world number two. I randomly started supporting him for one match when I didn't know what tennis was. And now I've ended up supporting him in every match he plays. :P Opposite to Nadal, his game is very unstable. He cant rally much, but he has variety. Amazing variety. One of the world's best drop shots which backspins after pitching. Great Serve. Great Volleying. Poor Baseline Rallying. Poor 'Keeping the ball inside' record. One thing, he doesn't get frustrated about these one millimeter misses. Either he hits it in, or he hits it to the chair umpire or the crowd. :P 16 Majors. Now, that is something. He's losing his game though and he's getting old. :P 29. Pete Sampras retired at 31. :P Anyway, he's an all Nike guy. He has this crappy handsome dress sense. Something like, yellow head band, yellow T-shirt, yellow wrist band, yellow shoes. Trying to impress his wife too much. get the eye of the crowd. :P


 Novak Djokovic Before I proceed on this guy. Watch: Djokovic Imitation

A funny player. Not so funny when it gets to playing. He's world number three. He has a good, overall game and one of the rare tennis guys with a proper haircut.:P Can be very intimidating at times with his huge shots. He never seems to get to the top two, or win any grand except for one.
(Poof. He knocked out Federer and went on to be champ in 2008 Aussie open. No rehappenings please. :P )




Andy Murray


World Number 5. Skipping 4 :P I hate him. :P More than Nadal. He's good at tennis though (duh). Awesome, all round game. He would be number one if he moved little faster and put in more efforts. :P Haha. I cant stop thinking about that time when this guy beat some puny guy and showed off his muscles and then the next match got thrashed by Nadal. :) 


That's all for now. Guess what? I'm both Nadal and Federer's height. =) Only, about thirty kilos lesser than both. :P That's a big dip in the BMI. But never mind. :|


Now, spare a thought for the Chair Umpire. I would so love to be one. You get to witness all the cool tennis matches and you get PAID for it. $$$ :) But, you would rather play tennis and get money that go through all the crap you need to, to become an umpire. :P Hah. But you would still have the awesome power of contradicting and arguing with world number ones and twos. :P


Incidentally, there is  this pretty fun game "Tennis Titans".Try it :)
Well. That's where I got the name from anyway. :P
Signing off.

Basket Brawl

"My favourite time in school is before school starts and after school ends"
This is solely the reason why. Basketball. And me liking to play this at school is definitely not because I like the game.

Why Play Then?

1. The jolly atmosphere. No one takes it that seriously. If they did, I wouldn't be allowed to play. :P It isn't total chaotic fun either. People are just serious enough to not make it look like American Football.
2. This person called Suddhu. His game. Its amazing yeah, but that's not what I'm talking about. His unmatched sarcasm and humour in the middle of a dead serious game. People need that every once in a while.
3. This certain person called AB. A very technical player. Keeps the seriousness in the game. Saying all that, he isn't an amazing player as such. Better than me surely, but then I cant be used for comparison. Despite his game, people still obey him. Duh, Of course they listen to him. Its HIS ball. :P
4. Well, I like to tease people with my height. Hah! People may be better than me at basketball, but I still get the rebound. What happens after that is not accountable. :P

The Risks?

This is a perfectly safe game if you don't mind your spectacles occasionally getting cracked. There are certain people who have taken an over dosage of steroids. They are made of sheer rock. With my luck, I get to defend these people always. And, since these people are unfortunately tall as well, they ram into me every now and then to get the rebound.

My Work: Running around rebound area. Lifting arms trying to block Mr. Roadrolling dribbler. Getting bashed. Running Around. Jumping high. Getting ball if lucky. Passing without second thought (oh wait. i can also dribble right?). Getting passed to. Shooting. Missing. Jumping and getting ball. Shooting. Missing again. Trying to hyperactively steal from the person who catches the ball. Failing. Panting. Sees someone score. Subs out. Drinks water. It goes like that......... :P


How People Do It: Dribble. Dribble. Dribble. Perfection lay up in. Dribble Dribble Dribble. Pass. Pass. Dribble. Pass. Shoot. In. Dribble. Dribble. Lay up. Miss. Foul. Pass. Pass Pass. In. Dribble. Pass out. Shoot. Perfection Three Pointer. Claps.

The KV Factor: I'm taller than him. Yet, he manages to get Every Single rebound. Hmph :P He dribbles well. He Blocks. He shoots. I manage to be in the team he isn't in always. :| If you think I'm majorly flattering. Lets go for facts. KV Sub. Score Reads: 0:14. KV's side 0. KV in. Ten minutes later. Score Reads: 17:14.
That's how it is.

The other giants: There's Suddhu who dribbles from the line at the centre (I don't know what that is called :P ) to right below the basket and tosses the ball high and it does back-flips and reaches the basket. And the place under the basket is filled with lots of tall, tall people (Bows) If it doesn't manage to reach the basket, its self explanatory that he has been fouled. He can also fail miserably while laying up or while passing. Well, by fail miserably I mean, when the ball annoyingly circles the basket hoop twice and falls down. Now, you're all going to throw tomatoes at me cuz mine hardly touch the loop. :| Nevertheless, getting to the others. There is Subbu, again, a Suddhu duplicate, with little lesser lay-uping skills and more coolness on the field. There is Arjun Ram, who can get it in from anywhere in the field. (This is NOT me. This is NOT me) I could go on till this thing says something like "Word Limit Exceeded" if it has any.

11th graders. No offense to people who may read. 10th graders (NOT me. NOT me) play much better than you guys. Again, I'm talking about the guys who I play with, so I might not know about any hidden talents out there. These big boys get very easily tensed. :| Well, not everyone can be as calm and cool as the 10th. :P
Whatever it may be, I still will continue to play basketball however badly I do till someone personally chucks me out.

Some Daily Basketball Conversations:-

*Five People Collide. Subbu's tooth is bleeding. My head is smashed and I'm on the ground and people continue to play*

Subbu: Poda! You smashed into my teeth!
Me: No! You came and bit my head. :P


AB: People! You have too many on the field. De-recognize some of your players.
Suddu: Hey. Don't use technical terms like 'De-recognize'. You simple terms like 'Chuck. Them. Out'

2011! A New Decade. There HAS to be a blogpost about this

This has been the most unemotional new year day. No Treat. No Firecrackers. No cake. No fun.  Hey wait, I did have pineapple cake yesterday. Bah. I still choose to remain grumpy. Well, its probably because I dozed off early yesterday night and didn't see the countdown and the firecrackers they show on TV. NOTHING has changed. Except the calender in the front room. :| I guess I'll have to force myself to believe that this is another normal day, like I did for every other special day.

One part of me says, "Oh my God, Its 2011 already?? No. No. No. I'm getting older! No... Stop...."
Another Part in me says, "Ah, one more year for the world to die......No more doing homework!"
Yet another me says, "2011? So what? Who cares? I don't get a new mobile phone anyway"
There are many more but  I can see that you are all asleep after reading just this I'll pass. :P

Wait. What? Resolutions? Me? Hah! I'm too grown up for making any. :) Uh, no.... Rephrasing...
I'm too grown up to keep any. :P

People, don't forget to look at your watches on 11.11.11 at 11.11 am. 11 seconds...... You'll get good luck for eleven years (makes a good forwarding mail)  If you don't, you wouldn't have wasted a second by looking at your watch.

2010. How could they abandon you like that? You were around only for one year.. Hmpf.... Looking back. I liked last year better than this year. Rephrasing again.:P I liked yesterday better than today :P

2010 was an year where all the special days were plain and boring and all the other days were filled with excitement. I don't mind if 2011 follows suit. :)

For Formalities... :P
Happy New Year to you people out there........ :)

The Twisted Piece of Machinery

What you see here is something complicated and destroyed. No, its not as bad as I want you to think. You probably think its all right anyway. Okay! Enough with the muddled sentences. Getting to the matter at hand. Lets see.... This thing has its left brake half severed, bell's ringing thing broken, lock stuck up, key bent, chain rusted and loose, and non-air-retaining tyres. Getting to the in-detail explanation of every one of these
:P :P :P

The Left Brake: Well, no worries; this still works. Only little problem is it has a mind of its own and seems to auto brake at the worst possible times. Middle of a signal, when a bus is behind you, when an Innova would crash into you if you don't move ,  well, you get the idea. Murphy's law works here too. :P

Come on! The circular thing with
spikes is fascinating :P

The Bell: This thing already had a tendency to slip upside down because of two loose nut thingeys. Me trying to bring back the thing to normal state and ring it before I run into an ignorant dog in the street has resulted in scraping the black thing off the handlebar. Now, it has saved me that pain. The round bell top thing fell off one fine day and rolled conveniently to the path of a van. I, pitying the thing, retrieved it before it got crushed. Now, it is sitting safely in my cupboard. Now I get to show off my rusted inside machinery of the bell.

This is after I managed to
 bring it to proper position. :P

The Lock and Key:  Murphy's law again. The lock decides on its own to get stuck up and not open when I am late to school. It takes few minutes of squiggling and twisting and turning to get the thing to open. Hence, the straightness of the key. :P







The Chain: Nothing much here. Only that this thing comes out of its loop at least twice a trip. The pain of getting down plugging the thing on again and rotating till it gets fixed, I'd rather walk home leaving the cycle to rot, but nah, the cycle has some interesting memories. (Does crashing into a Scorpio come under 'interesting'?)

Non-Air-Retaining Tyres: This is more of an exaggeration really. I have to pump air into this like every three days. And then my pump broke. Don't ask me how. So now I have to waste two rupees a week to go to that cycle shop and get it aerated. I don't mind the two rupees. I very much mind walking the cycle all the way to the shop, even if the shop is only a street away. P.S. I'm lazy. You all knew that anyway. :P

I'm done for now. If I manage to do some more damage, I'll take the pain of typing it for you. Till then, Bye!

Cycle Quotes:

1. Mountain climbing is much less straining compared to cycling without air.

2. The cycle goes faster than any other vehicle, when it comes to going over speed breakers. 

3. The cycle could easily beat a Lamborghini Gallardo in a race, provided it is at Ranganathan Street, 9.30 am. (For those dim witted people who don't know. Go google it. :P )

I Do Things Like This When I Get Bored.

Chat with en2fr@bot.talk.google.com

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en2fr@bot.talk.google.com to me

show details 9:13 AM (0 minutes ago)

8:59 AM me: hi

en2fr: Salut

me: this is mad

en2fr: -Ce n'est folle

me: i know right?

en2fr: je sais pas?

me: :P

en2fr: : P

9:00 AM me: dude you seriously cant copy a smiley properly? what kind of program are you?

en2fr: vous mec sérieux copie dévers un smiley correctement? quel type de programme êtes-vous?

me: wow wow wow. wait.... how did you type all that in a millisecond?

en2fr: wow wow wow. patienter .... comment avez-vous tout ce type en une milliseconde?

9:01 AM me: you don't HAVE to imitate me for whatever I say! :P

en2fr: vous n'avez pas de m'imiter pour ce que je dis! : P

me: Jerk!

en2fr: Jerk!

me: Ha! You don't the French word for that.... nananananaaaaaaaa

en2fr: Ha! Vous n'avez pas le mot français pour ça .... nananananaaaaaaaa

me: stares

en2fr: regarde * *

9:02 AM me: no no... you don't put the two stars after the word... you put them before and after.... this looks like swearing :P

en2fr: non non ... vous ne mettez pas les deux étoiles après le mot ... vous les mettez avant et après .... cela ressemble à jurer: P

me: brb.

en2fr: brb.

9:07 AM me: back....

en2fr: retour ....

9:08 AM me: you shouldn't say brb. you should say the abbreviation of the french words for 'be right back' ...

en2fr: vous ne devriez pas dire brb. vous devriez dire l'abréviation des mots français pour "be right back" ...

me: oh great you decide to tell me everything in french except 'be right back'

en2fr: Oh, génial vous décidez de me dire tout en français, sauf "be right back"

me: Dude. WHAT IS BE RIGHT BACK IN FRENCH !

en2fr: Dude. QU'EST-CE QUE Be Right Back EN FRANÇAIS!

9:09 AM me: I hate you :P

en2fr: Je vous hais: P

me: lets do this again slowly.........

en2fr: permet de faire à nouveau lentement .........

me: be

en2fr: être

me: (AH YES !!!!!!!!!! )

en2fr: (AH OUI !!!!!!!!!!)

me: (shuttup)
right

en2fr: (Shuttup)
droit

9:10 AM me: back

en2fr: retour

me: Now we're talking. so that abbreviates to
edr..... so you musn't say brb... you must say 'edr' gotit?

en2fr: Maintenant nous parlons. de sorte que abrège à
EDR ..... de sorte que vous ne faut pas dire brb ... vous devez dire gotit «EDR»?

9:11 AM me: I take that to be a 'yes' :P :P :P

en2fr: Je prends cela comme un «oui»: P: P: P

9:12 AM me: so. how is life?

en2fr: alors. comment est la vie?

me: :P never mind.. its called making conversation.

en2fr: : P pis .. sa conversation faisant appelé.

9:13 AM me: ( PIS???? APPLE??? )
oh well.... i think i need to go

en2fr: (PIS???? APPLE???)
eh bien .... Je pense que j'ai besoin d'aller

me: Copycat :P

en2fr: Copycat: P

me: (ha. you didn't do that smiley properly }:-) )

en2fr: (En hectares vous n'avez pas fait correctement que smiley :-)})

9:14 AM me: I have work. I seriously need to go.

en2fr: J'ai du travail. J'ai sérieusement besoin d'aller.

me: I see that you understand :P
Have a good day then

en2fr: Je vois que vous comprenez: P
Passez une bonne journée, puis

me: Bye!

en2fr: Bye!

me: (hey why do you english-ify all the words i want to know in french)

en2fr: (Hey pourquoi avez-vous Anglais-ifier tous les mots i veulent savoir en français)

9:15 AM me: (i hate you)

en2fr: (I Hate You)

me: again.

en2fr: à nouveau.

me: bye

en2fr: au revoir

me: Ah :)
au revoir....

en2fr: Ah:)
au revoir ....

me: BYE!

en2fr: BYE!

Friends - How It Feels Like To Have One or Lose One.

I seem to be rapidly losing and gaining friends. This class has been the most upsetting of the lot. The loss of a best friend does get to you. And this is stage unfortunately set for us to become studious. I seem to be getting more away from that. Good for me present. Bad for me future. Or so people say. Getting upset about losing a friend over a huge quarrel is one thing. But, drifting apart because of no contact is painful.

Hanging out with people and eating chips with them doesn't make them friends. Being seen together always doesn't make them friends either. Friends are people who you enjoy talking to. Friends are people who you want to help out. I'm sounding so uncharacteristically philosophical and it sounds very boring. Well, I'm talking more to myself than to any of you here (Go and call me mad) In that case, I'm left with a very few friends. At least I'm lucky to have them as friends. Natural introverts like me badly need friends. I'm sure there are other introverts out there.

Some people have no friends left at all. Either Backstabbers. Or they are completely left out. Friends are needed for sanity. And I pity people who have none.
There you go. I bored the life out of you with a philosophical and seemingly emotional blog post.
Keep in touch anyway ;) Good day.

The Story Of A Cell Phone

Place: Sardar Patel Road.
Time: 7 pm.
Event: Disaster

What should have been a casual walk to the store and back turned into a nightmare which would haunt me for years to come. Here is the scenario. Traffic Signal. Fat Policemen. Overcast skies. Mushy earth. Stagnated Water. Mosquitoes. My task was to get Thaayar Dosa Maavu and I had a couple of library books to return. I cross the road. I check my pocket for the cell phone. It is there. I go past a hotel, past the juice shop , reach the place, jump over the chains put up there and go underground. That's where the library is. I returned the books and couldn't resist getting some more. I pay. I check my pocket for the cell phone. It is there. I go up. The thunderclouds had opened up. It is raining. Heavily. I check my pocket for the cell phone. It is there. I jump over the chains again and use the books to cover me. I look at the sky. It shows no signs of stopping. My impatience tells me to run. I check my pocket for the cell phone. It is there. I step into the rain. I start running. I jump over the black liquefied earth. I stop after few yards. I check my pocket for the cell phone. It is not there.

My heart stops. This is where everything starts to move in painfully slow motion. I am not yet hit by the impact that my phone is missing. This usually happens and I find it deep inside my pocket. I search. And search. It is not there. I look back. I run back to the place I knew I had it. It was just a few yards. It is not there. I rush back and forth, the library books hardly clinging onto my hand. I go frantic. I ask a complete stranger for his cell to call mine. I call my mobile. It rings. Someone picks up. And then it gets cut. Just like that. That is when, deep inside me I knew it was gone. Some filthy thief had pocketed it. I ring again. I run the with the phone listening for my ringtone. The guy who lent me the phone starts running after me thinking I am escaping with his phone. I am literally shaking with fear and terror. I give the phone back to him. Half of me kept saying that this is a dream, the other half said that the phone was gone. A tiny bit in me believed that was there, somewhere lying to be retrieved. I go asking random people if they had seen my cell phone though I knew there is no point. I ask the vegetable guy, the flower woman, the clothes shop guy, a random walker, the library guy, some workers digging there and then back to the vegetable guy and so on for like half an hour. I ask random guys' cell phones and call my phone. Few minutes later, "The Vodafone Number you are trying to reach is currently switched off". Game Over. The thief, whoever it was, had tossed the sim into the drainage. I look up in defeat. It stopped raining. I go to the store I was supposed to go. I use the phone there to call my phone one last time. I swear at the recorded message. My full self then realizes it was gone. It was no Blackberry or iPhone but yet, it had unique memories. I call home. I tell them. I get the Thaayar Maavu. I recover the sim card from Vodafone store. I walk home. Sad, sad story. The library books had gotten considerably wet.

IIT-Indian Institute for Tension

IIT. The ultimate fascination and sight of many parents. (Note the word 'parents' not 'students') Of course, any kid not afflicted with this IIT business might also get awed by this huge institution and the benefits it offers. In this modern age, to any above average ninth grader, it has become mandatory that he or she should be subjected to torture by forcing him into this IIT business.
Now moving on to the minimum system requirements to get into IIT.

1. Hard Work. Slog twenty five hours a day or die trying.
2. Brain, Sense and Logic. Nah, this is not the kind of logic used in chess and solitaire. Its Nerdy logic
3. Don't fall sick on the day of the exam.

So, that's it. Simple as that. Once you enter into this IIT business you're doomed. Period. Unless you are a professional nerd with a little something called sense.
Slog the last four years of school. Do whatever it takes. Go to IIT classes miles away from home. Go suffocate there but still learn. Bunk School. And sit home and study for IIT. Crazy. A certain IIT coaching sir also said that, in the facility and quality of knowledge he offers we might even get time to play for five minutes. What the world has become.
In case you're wondering about the little image. It is what people may call one of the 'Basics' for IIT. And how did I get this? How else? Google Images. :P
Unfortunately, I also happen to be one such kids involved in this mishap.
Toodles.

Guitar Going Crazy...

The six stringed instrument has become my sole companion at home these days. Random strumming always helps in wiping the mind clean. Though, strumming without any sense of music is awfully unpleasant. However cool it seems, this is one instrument tough to master. So it is much more easier and fun to pretend to strum the thing while a cool guitar solo runs in the background. Sounds Mister Bean-ish. :P Sounds Lame. :P I can play like three songs properly. ('Properly' implies you can make out that it belongs to that song. :P ) I still cant get the Barre Chord right. Ugh. I ENVY my guitar sir. HOW does he play like that? Uh. yeah of course he plays like that, he is a sir after all. :| So coming back to topic, all i can play is three measly songs. I'm impatient of course. I cant expect to play like maestros in six months. But, is hard work the solution to everything? Isn't there ever a way to bypass hard work? Now why am I ranting about hardwork over here? That'll make another new topic :)
PICKING! :) I can actually pick In The End and Somewhere I Belong intro. Amazing huh? Not really. It's damn easy. :P I don't even go close to the chorus chords of those songs. And then there is Smoke on the Water . Addicting intro chords. I can play them too. Very, very crudely. though. It would still make little sense. Guitar as a career, while it sounds cool, is virtually impossible. Pity. :| Forming an Epic Linkin Park-ish (Yes folks i'm linkin park fanatic and i keep mentioning them) band would be amazing. The Dreams always live on. Reality never keeps up with them.

A Fascination In The New Generation: DESKBALL!

You can call it innovation. You can call it sheer boredom. What actually caused the people of class ten to create this new mind boggling game involving the teacher's desk and a tennis ball (smiley balls are allowed too, but just for the practice matches :) ) is a mystery. What is this game all about? It's very simple. Ideally, two people play, each on either side of the table. You have to bounce the ball on the desk and get it to the other side and in such a way that the person would find it hard to catch it. If he drops it you win a point. If he catches it, he does the same thing. A little too simple? Well, people..... this has a million rules, tournaments, surfaces and boundaries and money can be involved. So bear with me till I explain them all. :)
Each class has its own rules. Your team plays in class. They go by your rules. *Yawn* Well, contact the people in charge for more rules :P For now, I'm just publicizing the game. :)
PS. The Game is illegal. Getting caught involves dire consequences.