We were taken by surprise. When in boats to the coast they were led, To make our hearts bleed red
That day one year ago...
We were taken by surprise. For how vulnerable we had become That in our own house we were on the run
That day one year ago...
We were taken by surprise By the courage and martyrdom Of those who fought like the warriors for our freedom
But today one year hence...
Life goes on as usual in the name of SPIRIT The same Minister takes care of our HOME And our hearts can still be bled RED
I salute the martyrs who laid down there lives to defend our Motherland on that fateful day. They were ill equipped no doubt but that did not deter them from answering the call of duty. Let us pay homage to those great departed souls by pledging to be active citizens. By coming out of our comfort zones and voting. By choosing a responsible government with tangible policies and credibility. And above all knowing fully well that this is OUR COUNTRY....and that it is not only the borders but the people who live inside those borders which make OUR COUNTRY what it really is!!!!
From crew cuts, soldier cuts, simple zero machine cuts, punk hairstyle,clean shaven bald cut to the newest and the most awaited (atleast for me from the last 3 months or so)....
Finally today after much coaxing from my team mates (one of them got me a rubber band too :)) and the other did the rest, I have a small pony tail to boast off..
This are the Humble Beginnings of the Pony Tail
P.S: I pray that I don't have to sacrifice these small joys at the altar of marriage!!! :P :P
The last 48 hours have been torrid atleast in Pune. Rains have lashed the city incessantly :( For the first time in my life I have seen rains in November. Skipped a movie yesterday night as it was impossible to even consider riding down to E-Square. Damn, things would have been different had I owned a car. Anyways I more than compensated for the loss with more than a nip of whiskey coupled with delicious chicken biryani delivered at my doorstep by the brave delivery boy who was taking on the rains for the hungry world that dithered to venture outside.
After the spirits warmed my senses there was just one thing I could think about and that was the COLD NOVEMBER RAIN!!!!
Raise a toast to one of my favorites bands Guns N Roses and there creation--- November Rain!!!! November Rain
When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained But darlin' when I hold you Don't you know I feel the same 'Cause nothin' lasts forever And we both know hearts can change And it's hard to hold a candle In the cold November rain We've been through this such a long long time Just tryin' to kill the pain But lovers always come and lovers always go An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today Walking away If we could take the time to lay it on the line I could rest my head Just knowin' that you were mine All mine So if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain Or I'll just end up walkin' In the cold November rain
Do you need some time...on your own Do you need some time...all alone Everybody needs some time...on their own Don't you know you need some time...all alone I know it's hard to keep an open heart When even friends seem out to harm you But if you could heal a broken heart Wouldn't time be out to charm you
Sometimes I need some time...on my own Sometimes I need some time...all alone Everybody needs some time...on their own Don't you know you need some time...all alone
And when your fears subside And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh I know that you can love me When there's no one left to blame So never mind the darkness We still can find a way 'Cause nothin' lasts forever Even cold November rain
Don't ya think that you need somebody Don't ya think that you need someone Everybody needs somebody You're not the only one You're not the only one
A pack of 12 guys heads out of the college hostel.Each one is bursting with enthusiasm and energy. The semester exam has just ended. There are some in the pack who are still worried that they should have attempted a bit more in that paper, but they know that now is not the time.
They have been waiting for a long time for this and nothing is going to make them stop not even money.Formost of the guys it is the first time they are going to indulge in something so jazzy and they are dressed in their best casuals. Unknowingly there is a spring in their step as they make their way to the hostel parking lot.
Some 30 minutes later, they gather outside the place. They walk up the ramp to the door and a hefty fellow sitting nearby gets up and blocks their way. The pack stops abruptly, there is murmur at the tail. The hefty fellow sizes them up and then makes up his mind and pushes the door open. The pack rushes in.
“Those were the best days of my life…..” is making waves inside and the motley gathering who is already inside is lapping it up. The song ends and suddenly one in the pack cries, “Hey that’s Backstreet Boys!!!”. Heads turn and people close by snigger. “Shut up, its Bryan Adams you fool.” shouts the self proclaimed leader of the pack. The guy looks down and accepts his mistake. They join 3 tables and sit down.
The next 20 mins are spent looking at the menu and deciding. Meanwhile the tempo rises to Metallica with “Turn the Page”. They order with restraint each one cautious that they also have to arrange for dinner after this. The leader of the pack is the only one comfortable in the setting. After all he has been there before and that was his claim to be the leader for the nite. The others look in awe as he sings and shouts the songs which play earning the occasional nod of the DJ.
He surpasses all expectations when he without any notice walks up to the DJ and gives his request to be played. He tries to straighten the collar of his polo neck tee when the speakers blast, “She Fucking Hates Me!!!”, his favorite number. The others try to imitate him as he bangs his head, does gestures with his hand and taps his feet to the tune of the song.
An hour into this and everybody is feeling good. Most of the pack does not know the songs been played but its just a matter of time they know. A few resolve to download the lyrics of the songs they have just heard and memorize them before they come here next. A little knowledge hurts nobody right?
A couple of chicks enter the premises escorted by heavy set boys. The pack turns its attention to the chicks only to be shouted upon by the leader. “Don’t stare guys, they know me around here!!!” The pack reluctantly obliges and each one then on steals glances when the leader is not checking.
The clock reads 10:30pm and the DJ puts on System of a Down, the pack goes beserk. Music stops, lights dim and the hefty fellow who had blocked their entrance earlier comes from nowhere and shouts for order to be restored. The leader has a word with the fellow and all is well, except that the chicks now have changed their table so that the pack can’t see them.
It becomes a regular hunting ground for the pack. After each semester they visit the place and each time, they feel like they are one with the place. Very soon they are even able to gauge the mood of the DJ. Some of the pack wins bets laid on deciding which song the DJ will play next. They plan their request s so the DJ has no choice but to play those songs. They invent their own chants for specific songs where the other crowd also joins in with glee. They wait till the DJ plays the last song and leave only when the hefty fellow begs them to vacant the place.
Some days ago:
Its been close to 6 years now, the pack has been disbanded, each going his own way and all doing well. On one Friday evening, a guy walks up the same ramp. The fellow at the door gets up and looks at him. “He is no more hefty”, the guy thinks. The fellow looks at him a bit longer than usual and a faint smile of recognition registers on his face. He does not say anything and pushes the door open. The setting inside is still the same. The same sofa covers, the same tables, the same design on the wall. He looks up at the console of the DJ but sees a new face.
He takes the same table which he last occupied some 6 years ago and waits for the menu card. As he glances through it he sees that everything is the same except for the right most column of the price. He smiles to himself and thinks, “Money is not a problem anymore.” He gets ready to order when the speakers blast “Those were the best days of my life….”
“That is definitely not Backstreet Boys”, he laughs and sings along.
P.S: Hoping that atleast some of the pack return soon and we have a great time at Apache again. Cheers!!!!
I salute the martyrs who laid down there lives to defend our Motherland on that fateful day. They were ill equipped no doubt but that did not deter them from answering the 
