Piggy where r u?

Recently under the advice of few of my friends, I have started using gym facilities. So everyday I go there and use the treadmill...and do some weight exercises. Anyways...as I struggle to do even 1 mile in the treadmill, I was wondering if my stamina has increased or decreased compared to my schooldays. 1 mile is 1.6 km, which is 1600 mtrs. Those numbers take me back to the old school days(not that I’m too old :-))

1500 mtrs race…
Back in school days...the closest to 1600 mtrs that we ran was the 1500 mtrs race. The 1500 mtrs race was fun(You will soon know why).

Traditionally(meaning...before our batch arrived), the 1500 mtrs was a dull race...wherein 20-30 odd students used to compete in a heats format. Hence the race used to be a two day affair.

Now you might wonder why was it dull? How much fun is to watch a race where the winner walks to the finish line … faints and doesn’t get up for the next few days(not atleast till all of us have already left the stadium). Infact we spent the next few days wondering what happened to this guy(the winner)…is he gonna attend school anymore?

Hmmm... so that’s before our batch arrived. But after we arrived our P.T "saar", otherwise known as Mr.Hitler, realized that we were a bunch of bloody buggers(yes…that’s what he called us) who never took this race seriously. So all of us were to run just one race. The winner takes it all in just one race!

During one such day, WE(as in me n my hopeless set of friends) took part in 1500 mtrs. WE knew WE did not stand even a slight chance to win. Just like how Americans call themselves world champions by competing among themselves...WE were gonna race against each other. Who came first among the "Rest of the world"(they are too insignificant to have such a long name…so lets call them ROW) did not really matter to US.

So as soon as the whistle was blown...WE started sprinting...as if it were some 100 mtr dash. By the time the first lap was done...WE were leading the ROWs by a huge distance. ROWs were confused as to what was happening. So even they decided to sprint(But couldn’t gain on us though!).

Being human…we had to stop soon! And so stop we did. But, as soon the guy ahead of us wriggled his thumb finger (which meant…”yeah! I’m leading you now”), we would pick up and start running again. Looking at our start-stop-start-stop…technique…Mr.Hitler had lost count as to who had done how many laps?

Anyways…it was time for us to give up. OUR race was almost over...cos WE had sprinted for about 800 odd mtrs and were just about ready to fall on the ground. Now the competition was to see who falls last! One by one ...each one of gave up...n were lying down by the side of the race track.

By this time the ROWs had caught up with us. As they passed by US they would give us a giggle or two. Were we really looking at them? Nooooooooo. So what were we doing? We were busy looking at each other n wriggling our thumb(which this time meant..."hahahaha I beat U this time").

Among US racers was a well known figure called Piggy(Occasionally we did try calling him Prashanth…but found it really hard). So back to the race…I was busy laughing at Piggy who was standing dead tired a few mtrs behind me. Looking at me Piggy suddenly realized, all of US except him were already down...n hence would not get up for another hour even if there was a storm coming.

From out of no where piggy picked up energy and starts running. By this time with so many thing happening around him, Hitler had lost count of who had done how many laps.
Looking at piggy's energy level...the ROWs gave up...one by one. The most noticeable scenario was ... piggy would overtake a ROW...n the ROW would give up and fall down then n there. This went on and on...while WE looked in disbelief. We could not believe one among US is actually gonna be a "world champion". Anyways...the rest is history...WE won (ahem..piggy won!).

From then on WE(WE...as in Piggy alone!) became "world champions" even in long distance racing. There ends the story about one of the most entertaining race I have been on. Clap Clap Clap…ok story over…thanks for reading this far.

Today happens to be the Birthday of my best friend(which in other words is me). Its been a wonderfull day till now…with lots of wishes pouring in from unexpected quarters. So….thanks a lot guyz for your wishes. For those who missed wishing me…U will sooon regret it…mark my word!

ZZZZZZzzzzzz...

Battle lines have been drawn. A strong battalion awaits on either side. No one in either side knows whom they are battling against(how come?).

Imagine you are in midst of such a battle. Either of the sides victory depends on which side U choose to be with. The side you choose wins. In other words the battle is for you. If you choose the one in Ur right side...it could strengthen Ur past…but possibly weaken Ur future. If you choose the one in Ur left...it could strengthen Ur future...but could possibly weaken Ur past. Both the sides want you very badly.

Will you stand up for this fight or run away like a coward? If you would fight, which one would you fight for?

HEllooooooooo........wake up...stop dreaming...there is no battle going on...life is cool here...so stop crapping and get on with Ur job hunt...there should be someone around here ready to hire you.

Weekend at Binitha's

Originally posted on 27th Feb 2006

Pic #1: Valley Forge National Park(not Binitha's house)


Mission: Go to Binitha's house n cook a nice lunch.

Estimated no of guests: 5

Menu: Egg curry and Shrimp Fry (served with rice,chips, pickle, buttermilk and yesterday's cabbage fry:-))

Estimated Time: 2 hours(An hour for each dish...will try and reduce it this time atleast!)


Pic# 2: Kripa(Chef)

Chef Profile: Claims to "know" cooking quiet well. His never seen or heard passion for cooking has made him drive 350 odd miles from Boston to Phily.
Chef comments: "Bismillah Ar Rahman Ar Raheem...First of all I will like to thanks Al-mighty Allah for giving me the opportunity to cook today.....Me, shrimps n eggs is really worked hard to cook a nice lunch today...Im happy guests are happy and......and....and...thank you...." (Sorry for copying Ur statement Inzi bhai)


Pic#3: See the kitchen...cos its Ur last chance to see it this clean

Mission Execution:
Step #1: Open a packet of Shrimps, add salt and chilly powder, mix well and place it in a bowl for 1/2 hour.
Step #2: Cut onions and tomatoes(1 large onion and 3 tomatoes).
Step #3: Heat oil on a frying pan and put mustard seeds in it. Wait till the mustard seeds splutter and pop and then put all of the cut onions on the pan.
Step #4: Wait till the onions turn golden brown(???)

Now this part takes a lot of time. So lets go around and C if the guests have arrived.


Only three of them have arrived? I dont even know thier names. Wheres the all important Host?


Oops ... here she is.
"Boost is the secret of my energy...but Im having my morning coffee and checking my all important mails. Wondering why the lights are on in the morning? U think Im crazy to buy all of these stuff and not show it off in this snap???:-))" (In order to prevent any damages: The author hereby declares that these statements are his interpretaions of the picture and not the actual statement by the person in the picture).


Ok...time for Step #5: Put the cut tomatoes and some salt,chilly powder and watever masala U get(I got Garam Masala!).


Step #6: Cook Rice in microwave oven.
Step #7: Boil eggs.
TIP #1: Intelligent ppl like me would do steps #6 and #7 in one.
Tip #1 Idea chain: (unknown??) to-> Krishna(friend) to-> Binitha to-> Kripa to-> (offcourse U R gonna follow it someday!)


Inspection time:
Host: "Pour water and stir. Repeat the process till the gravy thickens"
Chef: "Can U tell how the gravy would thicken, since the water is anyways gonna evaporate"
Host: "Do wat I say"(can b interpretted as "I dont knw":-))




Step #8: Now that the egg has been bolied, take out egg shells, cut the bolied egg into small pieces and put it into the gravy.
Step #9: Heat oil in another pan and fry the shrimps(Forgot there was another dish to be cooked?)





All set for lunch...waiting for one more person to arrive. Knock knock... look whos at the door.


Its Shiji(friend). Finally...V can start our "tasty" lunch. But wait ... are V all set?


YES...All set for even the "POST-LUNCH" session.


LUNCH IS SERVED...bonus feature: a kollywood movie downloaded from a desi website


Expected reaction!!!


"Here take this...this is for the 'kick-ass' lunch U served us"



And so ... one nice weekend finally comes to an end. Time to go back to Boston!



Signing off...Urs truly Kripa...

Scent of a Woman

Originally posted on 17th Dec 2005

Hi all,
Im starting to like this Blog thing! But, only problem being, I dont know if I would ever make a good writer out of myself. But, I surely wanna give it a shot. So, I was thinking what to write. Since I couldnt think of anything to write, I finally decided to narate my expiriences.

Below naration is a simple exageration of the Author's view of a simple incident that took place in his life. By reading this piece of work, if you happen to get affected you may report your concerns to idontcarewhatyouthink@kripa.com.

SCENT OF A WOMAN

Once upon a time in a lovely township called IIT, lived a kid named Thuka (well ... wat a name to choose...ughhh). This story begins when Thuka was in his 8th std(Cannot remember quiet well), when he was just about trying and getting out of "Cry Baby" tag he had acquired from his neighbourhood friends.

Apart from being shy, he was very low in confidence, be it studies or any Co-curricular activities. His parents had lots of hope in him, but never really pushed him too much. His dad would always say... "It does’nt matter if you dont get good grades...as long as you grasp the concept". Thuka, believed in this or atleast followed it simply cos of the cushion it offered him ("Bad Grades??? No problem). Thuka's dad hoping for the best would involve Thuka in some "Intellectual-talk-during-the-morning-walk" stuff. Though Thuka did respond to it...he never really showed it in his Grades. Thuka, mostly cos of his introver character, never really believed in himself. But, all that was about to change in a few days....

Enter...Miss Pretty. Now, Miss Pretty was a complete opposite to Thuka (apart from the sex...if U havent yet noticed :-)). She was self confident, was very talented, and had won a lot of accolades in sports, music n studies. She had everything that any kid would envy to have. Within the few days of her arrival, she became quiet popular in class, infact the most popular in class. Being in a nice and innocent school, no kids were grown-up enough to talk about her ... but for sure had a "thing" for her.

As usual our Hero Thuka (just incase you forgot...hes the actual hero in the story), never really cared who came and who went, cos thats not gonna change anything for him.

Enter...Sports day trial events. Before the Sports day, the school holds thier preliminary round of competitions where kids could compete against each other to bag a few "Fake" or "Rolled" medals. Thuka though not very good at it, joins the long distance race. He arrives just in time for the race, but by the time he arrives the teachers have already given the instructions for the race. So he joins a pack of guyz who are standing behind the pack of gals. He enquires about the instructions to his classmate for which the reply was "Notin...just start running when you hear the whistle". As soon as Thuka hears the whistle...off he goes...like a rocket...Vrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm.

A minute or two would have passed...but he couldnt believe what was happening...he was right at the front...and he couldnt even hear a single person running even close to him. After few more minutes...he hears a familiar voice calling him accompanied by a familiar mopped horn. He turns and looks to see his dad. Thuka turns and gives his dad a proud smile...only to here him say "That whistle was for the gals...the boyz have jus about started their race."

Thuka gets a shock! "How can I face my classmates...they are gonna tease me .... O hell!!!!" Just as these thoughts ran in his mind...Miss.Pretty runs past him, leading the pack of gals ... all of them gigling at Thuka.

Poor Thuka, returns back to his shell and shuts it hard enough this time. The next day, Thuka was playing Soccer with his classmates when...Miss Pretty walks into the field. The game is momentarily stopped, and the Gaze is shifted onto the Mr.Boys-Class Leader. All of them thought Miss.Pretty, being the class leader, was probably carrying an announcement for the class. And as Boys class leader waits for the message...she walks straight to Thuka (To everyones astonishment) and says "You ran really well...well done!” As if this wasnt enough...she offers him a handshake which he gladly accepts.
With all mouths wide open, she walks off the ground. What a soccer match it was, every guy in the match fought tooth and nail...cos they all knew someone round the corner was watching them!

Thuka was a hero! So the next day he participates in the 200 mtr race. As he hears the whistle, he sprints like a rocket. He knew today was the day...and sure he gave his everything. After the first 100 mtrs he still finds himself in the 3rd spot. As he turns the corner and is ready to take on the straight 100 mtrs, he hears a chant from the stands ..."Thuka...Thuka...Thuka...”. He sure knew the source from where it was coming. And suddenly out of nowhere he starts sprinting in lightning speed...outrunning everyone and hence finishing first. This success encouraged thuka even more and he went onto win more races during the sports day...and became popular among his classmates.

Thuka didnt stop there...he continued his form in singing too!!! To the surprise of his music teacher (who has been teaching him since 1st std), he starts singing so well. He infact is asked to join the elite singing group of his school, which he declines (As if hes declining an offer from Microsoft or Intel) sighting academic reasons. In Academics as well, he rose to fame...he started getting good grades...n infact became part of the elite Maths group in his class (in which Miss Pretty according to many was weak!).

All this continued for a couple of years for Thuka...until he joined a new class in search of greater success. Though, he had lost the steam ... he was not to forget what he was capable of (after all he was reminded by a worthy person).

If whatever happened was too much for Thuka's standards ... more was to come in the coming years. He was to meet Miss Perfect and achieve much more than this.