June 30, 2008

Spain end the drought...Enrique Iglesias in wonder land!


Torres didn't choke!

Spain finally end the long drought which kept them away from the major trophies over all the years when they had enough talented squads to run over a tournament....

I swear, just before the match I had predicted it to be a 2-0 victory to Spain with Spain scoring both the goals on break and Torres scoring one at least..And as it turned out the match was exactly as I had predicted it to be...only the second goal never came..maybe because Spain missed out so many chances and even when they could have scored in the last minute, they prferred to keep the ball and the possession....(I know, now you folks would be really fuming at the fact that I'm praising myself for predicting a WRONG scoreline...!!!!)

It was Shakira in the last world cup, Ricky Martin in 1998 and this time another Spaniard in Enrique Iglesias started the show with his own official song of the tournament......Spain just had to win thsi time!

Well coming on to the match...
Simply fantastic, the movement from Spain was so quick and amazing to watch...Marvellous football from Spain...Iniesta might be responsible for over doing a trick or two, otherwise Spain might have shown Germany what they really are....(A bunch of average players led by the only superstar in Michael Ballack)....
The workmanship and the resillience of Germany had to ultimately faulter at the final hurdle when they faced the most talented team of the tournament....(Maybe the Dutch might have the most talented individuals, but I am talking about a team!)

All praise to the lone striker Torres for the way he scored the goal out of nothing...Maybe it can be called as a goal keeping error from Lehman for coming out of his goal when Lahm had it covered but all credit to Torres for the phenomenal strenght and tremendous pace which took him past Lahm and the skill which made him to dink the ball over Lehman into the net...(Let's try to forgive the oldie.... Lehman at 38 ain't no Oliver Kahn!)

For me; Liverpool protege Torres, Brazillian born Senna, Real Madrid number one Casillas along with the ever so talented (supposedly next Maldini) Real Madrid defender Sergio Ramos (nicknamed Tarzan!) were the true suprestars of the match......

And yeah...after a really long time we had a football match worth being called a final...Spain with swift passing and tremendous pace consistently broke into the German defence which seemed wanting in some tight situations....
it was a reallly an entertaining match...
(whoa!...I wonder where does Torres get his pace from...he must have been an Olympic sprinter...!)

Well to be honest it didn't really matter to me who won or who lost because there was no England in the tournament...but at the end of the day, we all would agree that the best team won...CHEERS...we finally had the kind of tournament we all desired for with all the teams playing more positive football than negative (unlike EURO 2004)

So now with EURO over and English Premier League almost two months away...I am really looking forward to Wimbledon...(since Maria Sharapova got eliminated I am just hoping for a Nadal-Federrer dream final...)

aaah....n yea the strike still continues in my valley and I am still sitting my ass in my room HOPING to do something.....!

June 29, 2008

ROCKY BALBOA PART 5 (Go For It "I somehow couldn't press the stop button now!")


With all the blues gone…and the sense of freedom restored, I was really amazed by the way Pie had given me all the reasons in this world to feel happy that I exist and I live…And I think Pie had finally managed to rub off the memories of the disastrous Chemistry B…( Organic had been a total carnage )
But now thanks to Pie, I was really looking forward to living the days which lay ahead of me…
The days of this newly turned 18 year old ADULT finally seemed to be promising with enough motivation to make me move on and move ahead for the stage in life which all of them say is ‘The Best’ and the most memorable…
Well I had now almost made up for missing my most special 18th birthday with the Pie bash (all the six in a day)…aah…that really was worth it…
Thanks to the same old pirated but VERY CHEAP DVD market…I could relish all the Pie….!!!!!!!!!! Lolz
These were the days of nothingness…Absolute freedom to do whatever (almost!) and really the days with no purpose and no aim...Days to be wasted…Days of newly found independence but still the will to be dependent….
Pie had re ignited the spunk in me and given me the promise and motivation to move on but I really needed some spirit to guide me through when the going gets really tough and BORING….

( I still don’t know what kept me away from the Rocky DVD for next few days…Even after finishing Pie, I still took some time to get my hunger back for the DVD )
But as they say, some things are meant to be….so they are…
I had waited 7 years for The Rock and when it lay right beside me staring me all through those boring days...I just didn’t care…! (How ironic!)

And then…there had to be D!V!N3 intervention… (as always!)

It was the mighty GODFATHER…they were discussing on T.V about the greatest movies of all time…and although they rated GODFATHER consistently as number one but ROCKY wasn’t too far….and the T.V. commentators put it as the greatest movie about human spirit…….that was it...
the moment I decided to pull up my socks and run to my room with all the adrenaline pumping…held the DVD in one hand…plugged in the laptop…( didn’t care about the pillows this time! )…banged the play button and here we go….
7 long years to this moment……….(thanks God my fears were proven wrong, the DVD was absolutely perfect with an unusually high pixel print….)

Wow…I was awestruck the very first minute…the title menu of the DVD was so impressing with the fantastic background music…such an adrenaline rush…”Eye of the Tiger”…(maybe the greatest soundtrack of all time)
I pressed (rather banged!) play button again (this time on the first part out of the six part blockbuster series)

It took me not more than five minutes to realize that all those people had not been going nuts for no reason…this movie was really promising to be all what it had been reputed to be…It didn’t take me long to realize the REALISTIC scenario with world class acting by all of the highly talented cast...
The tremendous acting with fantastic screenplay and incredible drama made it capture all my attention and focus…
What a movie…!!!
Those two hours felt as if the finest in my life…really those two hours turned me into the biggest fan of ROCKY BALBOA…Hats off to Sylvester Stallone and all the rest of the cast for such a fantastic movie…wow…I was really lost for words…In fact would you believe it, the movie was unbelievably the most emotionally driving movie I had ever seen…an emotional roller coaster…couldn’t believe myself when I caught my reflection in the mirror and saw my eyes twinkling….(lolz it really were tears!)..
No, please don’t take me for a person who gets emotional easily and cries at the end of every tragic story!….No I ain’t that type…In fact I am totally the opposite, the extreme type who would laugh out wildly at the most emotional and sensitive scenes….and here I was shocked at seeing the tears in my eyes and the greatest thing was that the movie was no tragedy to make me cry but still I had tears twinkling in my eyes…I guess these were the tears of victory…tears which proved that the movie was so strong that it made me believe as if I had overcome the odds and won when I was supposed to lose…It was as if I had started believing in myself too…Really the movie had moved me through and it had won my heart...The Italian Stallion had my adrenaline working over time..

Can’t believe that such movies could ever be even thought of….awesome…the kind of movie which really make you believe yourself….the kind of movies which depict the human spirit and the spirit of a true champion in the most realistic way…
No, I wasn’t gonna stop now….Pressed the play button again (this time softly!) and up came the title track of ROCKY II…
It was getting late already…But the spirit , the belief and the magic which ROCKY had spelled on me made me go solo through the night on the greatest journey of a lifetime….The journey through ups and down of a human life…A journey which made me to laugh, to cry, to jump and to roar…the journey through the life of a champion who never knew that he was one…the journey which seemed so realistic as life itself….the journey which eventually gave me all the reasons to celebrate and celebrate as a champion….
Still remember Adriane’s words (Rocky’s wife)…”ROCKY win it for me…ROCKY go for it”
I somehow couldn’t press the stop button now…It was going to be a night to remember and cherish forever…ROCKY BALBOA “It ain’t over till it’s over”

To be concluded…

June 28, 2008

TOTAL BLACK OUT...(Time to turn out the lights and illuminate our spirit of NATIONALISM)

6 days into the protests...I can't believe how strongly and how well have WE Kashmiris stood for our rights...for one COMMON cause...simply tremendous...this really shows, no matter how hard or how tough the oppressor is...it always bows down infront of the people when they decide to raise their voices and call for a change...
the people hold the real strength...the strength to move nations and start revolutions...
such a massive display of Kashmiri Nationalism through the week...and still going strong

most of you folks reading this tiny and insignificant piece of my shit might not have participated in the protests or the demonstrations but tonight we all get a chance to do our little bit...
The people of Kashmir have decided to turn off the lights tonight...There won't be any house with lights on....It will be a total black out to show the world that we stand as ONE...we support our fellow people...we...yes, WE the Kashmiris stand united against all injustice....
Don't turn on your lights tonight...at least we can do our little bit by living in dark this night hoping for a day of bright sunshine....
Turn off the lights tonight...................

well, for me...since Maria Sharapova has been knocked out of Wimbledon...I got more than enough reasons to turn off the lights and live in dark.....!..hah....
What a tragedy....!

June 27, 2008

Sitting my ass at home and burning to do something..

Here we are...5 days into the widespread and massive protests against the so called land tranfer or as I put ,it 'The Land Grab' and here I am 5 days into the hope for finding a fellow blogger to share this blogspot with....!

Recieved just 2 comments so far to show some support to the protests in Kashmir (my previous blog..DON'T SELL KASHMIR)
And even worse....zero response to my search rather my "add" for a fellow blogger or as I put it, the 2nd VIRGIN (check the previous blogs)

Haven't moved my ass out of my room since almost 120 hours...(Incredible)...!
It's terrifying to even think of stepping onto the deserted streets turned battle fields with some well protected army barricades on one side and on the other, some brave-hearted protestors with nothing but a fist full of stones and a loud throat to shout their way into the army helmets....

It really hurts to see my people in such agony, being victimised for no fault of theirs and the worst part is the role that Indian media is playing in reporting all this...
It makes me go nuts, when I switch on the tele and stop the remote on my favourite and as it used to be my most reliable and sensible news channel NDTV 24*7 and what I hear is all shit...How can the Indian media be so cruel to Kashmir!...The news channels are putting it as an outroar in Kashmir against the Yatra...What the fuck!!!!!!
when the hell did we Kashmiris threaten the yatris or our economys backbone- the tourists....we never did it...Infact,the yatris and the tourists have been escorted safely by the people (yes, the protesting people)...Can't believe the so called FREE media reporting live, reporting the truth beneath the truth!!!...hah....

I wish I could smash my T.V but then have to watch the EURO 2008 later in the evening...so I decide otherwise...!
and yea..I really had predicted this to be Spains year...finally I think they are gonna get rid of the eternal chokers tag....
well the reason- Casillas,Puyol,Inisesta,Torres....The real backbone of the team running straight through the middle...and yeah not to forget the inform Villa or the ever so talented Fabregas......(shit...Raul would be wondering now, If he will ever get his place back....!!!!...hahaha)
so now you know whom am I gonna put my money on....


So now this is how I spent the last few days...hearing all the cries from the roads , watching the tele with fucked up media, relishing ma beloved futy late in the evening, reading the newspapers early in the morning with the real truth printed boldly, blogging sometimes to quench the urge to do something...urge to do something worthy...an urge to participate in the protests....A sense of nationalism....KASHMIRI NATIONALISM....

But then, I really don't know how the hell will stone pelting or burning some tyres help the issue...so I prefer to stay in my home and hope that the strike ends soon and we get our land back....

All I can do is to wait for some comments to my previous blogs...hope to find a fellow blogger and hope for a revoke of the land tranfer decision....
All I can do is to control my urge and be patient till we get what we deserve....

All I can do is to sit my ass at home and hope we get our land back and I get some comments for my blogs.....!
What an inspiration I am...!!! heh

June 25, 2008

DON'T SELL KASHMIR ("It isn't the time to cry but the time to unite and fight for one COMMON cause")


If you ever loved your mother then it’s the time to show that you really do love her…!

800 canals of land has somehow been transferred to SASB (Shri Amarnath Shrine Board)…The State Government says that it’s temporary but we all know that it’s permanent…
A total violation of the Article 370…The very article which was used to convince Kashmiris to call themselves as Indians…The article which promised to protect and safeguard the identity of Kashmir…

Article 370, according to which no foreigner not even an Indian citizen other than the state subject of Jammu and Kashmir can buy any property in the state
( http://www.jammu-kashmir.com/documents/jk_art370.html )

And here we stand, almost 60 years later trying to absorb the decision of the state government to transfer 100 acres of our state land to SASB…And that too happens to be the resourceful and protected forest land…!

The reasons which the state government is giving for the so called transfer of land are totally unaccepted and ridiculous…they say that SASB needs some land to raise their structures for a better organized and improved Amarnath Yatra for the pilgrims…

(It won’t take a genius to figure out the evil in the deal)…
Why State Government doesn’t raise the structures themselves under the control and guidance of Central Government with funds given by SASB just like the way PMGSY is currently operating in our state….
THEN WHY THE NEED TO TRANSFER LAND ???????????

Trust me people, it’s just a beginning…A beginning of an end…The end which will see us Kashmiris with nothing left but some nostalgic memories of the days when we used to play in the streets and alleys of the place we once called home…!
It’s time to raise our voices and fight for one COMMON cause…and this time it’s our very own cause…

In the eighteen years of my existence, this happens to be the first time when I think the cause is just and genuine, the cause is common, the cause of an ordinary kashmiri just like me or you…it’s the first time that we are finally fighting for something our very own…united with a single aim and single objective…The first time when I feel, that it’s time to get united and join hands to save Kashmir…

No, this is not an ‘independence day’ fight…or a cry for a republic…or any other political issue…but it’s our very own issue…It’s an issue of every kashmiri…
We can’t let them sell our mother…
We can’t keep quiet this time…We can’t let them rob us of our identity…We have to fight and fight it through…

No, I don’t believe in breaking my neighbors’ window or burning the cars of our fellow Kashmiris…Or raising anti-India slogans…We need to think and think deeply…What we want and what are we fighting for…

Trust me, this time the writing is on the wall…it’s very clear what we really are fighting for…we are struggling to save our identity…we are fighting to save our mother…we are striving to prevent the violation of the very article which gave our predecessors enough reasons to chose India over Pakistan..
We must realize whom we are fighting for and whom we are fighting against…No, we are not fighting against our neighbors or the fellow motorists on the roads but it’s a fight against the violation of Article 370 by our state government…
We must fight till last…We can’t give in…We can’t give up…

If you ever thought you were a patriot then it’s time to show that your blood is of a Kashmiri…Please don’t just sit in your homes criticizing and contemplating the fact that we are being victimized…
It’s time to wake up and realize the fact that ‘Kashmiriyat’ is on the verge of a forced extinction…

No, I didn’t participate in the aimless agitation right outside my home…But at least I figured out writing something might help me ease out the guilt in my heart that they are robbing my mother and I ain’t doing anything….
Please do something…anything and everything which you can to stop this beginning of an end…

(Follow up this blog with a chain of comments to at least show your support…We need some young and EDUCATED voices)

June 23, 2008

There hides a coward in me...


Standing by The River Mystic...watching the Sun on it's journey across the seven heavens...feeling the soil and sky unite beyond the horizon...Thoughts invade my soul...Thoughts telling me to bow down and cry my heart out below the deep blue sky...Sky where even the sun seeks its solace...Sky where the clouds cry and angels die...
A voice in my head, motivating me to bow down when the tide is high...A voice that narrates the story of how clouds cry when they thunder...The story of mans failure over his victory...
Fear which forms the essence of the fearless...
The D!V!N3
Fear which makes me to bow down and cry my heart out...Fear, which hides a coward in me, not courageous enough to stand tall when asked to spell his deeds...a coward scared to pass on to the eternal journey...
A coward who dies in every breath he breathes only to be resurrected again on the day when the whole world is on fire....
A coward not ready to face himself...A coward with strong will but broken soul...A coward who hides in me...

June 21, 2008

Biscoe through to finals...

In the ongoing U-19 inter school tournament for district Srinagar...Biscoe school thrased MP school 10-0 in the semi final to make it a repeat of last years clash with SP School in the final...
I still remember the unfortunate daylast year, the day we somehow lost the final against SP school...(The match happened to be the last I played for my school in the famous blue jersey!)
This year Biscoites are back and back with a bang...A fantastic team with all the talent required to thrash teams...!
Come on Biscoe, win it this year...show the world, why we brought football to Srinagar....!

ROCKY BALBOA PART 4 (ROCKY vs. PIE-"Stiffmeister runs riot..!")

_________________________ The Stiffmeister...!____________________________


The next day, I opened my eyes only to the sudden shock of seeing the sun almost half way on it’s journey towards West…It was lunch time and my homies were quite stunned by the fact that the late riser still couldn’t believe that he slept almost all the way through last night and half way through today…an unbelievable 17 hours of continuous sleep…!!!

And that’s when I realized…”God knocked me down!”…Yes, now the picture was quite clear…My exams had ended, and I had happily come back home with the hope of finally watching ROCKY BALBOA hit some punches and break some ass!…and when I tried to thank God for showing me this day…He knocked me down….!...Yes, God did knock me down…Maybe that’s a DIVIN3 message for me to interpret….!!
Or maybe not….!
But as I told you, I always interpret the simplest things in my very own extravagant and yet so ‘arrogantly annoying’ and stupid ways….(Just love it!)
And yes, it was a morning to savor (lolz rather a noon..!)…My exams are over and I am free to do whatever…(almost!!!)…and Yes, I still miss the most special and the most eagerly awaited 18th b’day which was wasted in nothing but some miserable calculations to save my ass in the exams…but this time I really needed to level the scores…needed to do something to level it out…I mean my 18th b’day had been a total flop show…the day I finally earn the right to call myself an adult..the day I finally earn the right to vote and chose my government…the most special day for me…and all I did was sit my ass through some miserable calculations…didn’t even think about celebrating!…can’t believe
(lemme calm down)…it’s my time now and I am gonna do just whatever to make for it….

And as I finally had my breakfast (rather the lunch!)...I don’t know why but somehow the passion for ROCKY BALBOA suddenly seemed to have evaporated…somehow I wasn’t feeling the same excitement which had kept my pursuit going since 7 years…when everything was right in it’s place as it should be…just perfect for the dream of a continuous 6 part thriller to finally come to life…A free MAN with all the time in this world and all the right to do almost whateva…. and even the DVD itself (still in bed…lolz it slept with me last night…!!!) seemed to beg for mercy…it was like even it couldn’t wait any longer…like the DVD was shouting out loud, “press the play button…Ass Hole!”

and I don’t know how and why…but I resisted the very thing which my heart desired for…!!!
complete loss of passion….ROCKY and his punches…no, not even the adrenaline rush of hurting bombs..!...all the desire to witness the six part blockbuster suddenly seemed to have disappeared…
Maybe last nights knock out punch really did something to me..some kinda put off or what I don’t know…I really don’t have any idea..can’t explain…don’t know why I couldn’t press the play button when the everything seemed to be so perfect…don’t know why I stared at the DVD for the whole day and still resisted watching it….the hunger had somehow died…
(maybe somewhere in the back of my head I was still feeling guilty for messing up the crucial Organic Chemistry which could have made my life…!)
something like, “I conquered the world (not QUITE!)…but now refused to rule it!….(only in my dreams!)” ..lolz

So it was quite a day…literally ‘QUIET’…first day of freedom…a free MAN amazingly struggling to live free…maybe because he had been used to the pressure of the last two months…
And when the day seemed to end quietly….
There had to be a D!V!N3 intervention..(as always!)
The trailer on the T.V :
American Pie presents…BETA HOUSE….”maybe the most outrageous slice of pie yet!”
American Pie beta house in theatres only….

Whoa……now I knew why God knocked me down…..!
I really got my message now…..maybe God did listen to my prayers and wanted me to make up for the day I turned 18…..
and I just knew how to revive the lost passion…(literally!)

Could barely sleep this night…felt really sorry for the famous six part blockbuster DVD which I had pursued for almost 7 years and when I had it …I no longer wanted it...!
the DVD stared at me for the whole night only to realize that I was no longer the same man, who once loved it sincerely and honestly!…(such a shame)

The next morning I woke up thinking about a beautiful tragedy…the tragedy of Hollywood market in Kashmir….if the trailer said, "American Pie BETA house in theatres only"…and since no theatres exist in my homeland except the battered and messed up NEELAM cinema which had never been upgraded since the days of the old fashioned bell-bottom jeans and the good old “Gabbar Singh”!(lolz…the place stinks..literally). There was no way in hell that the Beta House would ever find a way into my homeland...
But as they say,"when the going get’s tough the kashmiri get going!"….Oh yeah….when it ain’t possible…we make it possible….the same old, beloved pirated but VERY CHEAP DVD market….!
And yeah, still remember..... there it was in an isolated corner of the ‘stolen market’!…COINCIDENTALLY LYING JUST BEHIND ROCKY AND SOME OTHER SYLVESTER STALLONE MOVIES (maybe to tease Rambo!)…
there it was, the innocent pie…!!...and the best thing was, I had found another six part blockbuster series…no, this time it wasn’t about inspiration and punches that ROCKY promised…but rather blushes and pies that pie promised..!…..It was American pie-6 in one collection…All the pies from the very first to American Wedding, Naked Mile and all the way to Beta House….all six stacked in one innocent DVD….!...lolz…..
Thanks God...this time the DVD market didn’t fail me…as soon as I inserted the DVD into my lapi…the title screen popped up with an unusually clear print and astonishingly hi-definition audio…
(Wish I was bold enough to mention all the blushes and all the laughs…!!)
really it was some fun…watching all the six in row…straight into morning…(almost 5 hours into the next morning)…wish I had enough guts to mention all the drama and all the emotion and yeah, 'all the action'…!...lolz…heheh…
But lemme confess one thing….Hats off to the one and only…The original “STIFFMEISTER”…the legendary “Steve Stiffler”, gave me enough reasons to believe that I did actually turn 18…and it’s time to live my life to the fullest…my exams have ended and my body needs some rest….(literally...!!!)
My passion needed a re-birth to rejuvenate my soul….BOY DID I GET ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Heheh….lolz
Really all the blues of Organic Chemistry finally seemed to have crept out….and now I knew, why God knocked me down!…maybe to make me realize that I wasted my 18th b’day in some messed up calculations…

Now I knew I had earned the right to chose my government and even to make a government…now I knew I had earned the right to live and live independently (almost)…Now I knew I had earned the right to call myself an adult….
And after all the 6 part laughs and blushes…with the passion re invented…with me back into my own…suddenly my eyes got stuck on the very thing which made me realize “It ain’t over till it’s over”…maybe the ROCKY DVD envied the fact that a PIE could make me laugh my heart out….
Maybe the DVD was just preparing to prove something...(why it had been termed the most inspirational film ever made)…maybe ROCKY BALBOA really wanted to show me “it ain’t over till it’s over”..yes, maybe ROCKY wanted a one final shot at proving itself to be better than the PIE or for that matter any movie ever made…
Maybe ROCKY was just preparing for building some hurting bombs..!!
"I really never knew what could ever better laughing my heart out over a pie….!"
Oh Boy…I never knew…!
ROCKY had to fight a one final fight…
“It ain’t over till it’s over”
To be continued…

June 18, 2008

Blogging can be hard..SOMETIMES

Yawn.....!!!
aaaaawwwwwwww....it's almost 11.30 pm and I am really tired...I mean MENTALLY...lolz...
totally pissed off...!!
so desperate to write ROCKY part 4...But I am so sure that I ain't ever gonna be able to complete it tonight if I continue to rub my eyes like this....
Seriously I am dying to post at least a blog tonight...but I somehow can't even scratch a single word out of my head at the moment....TOTAL MIND BLOCK...rather BLOG BLOCK...or whateva....!!!
yawn...!!!
need some sleep to calm me down for tomorrow....words seriously fail me today....can't even complete a single sentence....!
I seriously gotta sleep now...don't know how I completed these few lines....
any spelling or any other mistake is highly regreted and ACCEPTED...rather EXPECTED...!!!!
I better sleep or m gonna go nuts writing some shit which ain't supposed to be posted...!
not gonna ruin the ROCKY series...
and yeah folks, one more thing for your info...everything I post is actually true...I mean to say nothing in here is just for laughs folks...
(don't have the energy at the moment to explain what I actually want to say..so you better overlook this whole mess of a blog, rather a goodnight note..!)
bubye...rather gudnyt....yawn....
n yeah, ROCKY part 4 will come....(that's me promising myself!)
adios...amigos

ROCKY BALBOA PART 3 (The Independence Day-"And as I stood up to face God, 'BANG!'...Damn it..How hard I crahsed..!!)


That's some what like the way my eyes looked after my great challenge...!
December 4, 3pm…Chilly mid day winter sun…Clear skies…
Newly turned adults, finally with the right to celebrate and celebrate hard…
“Oh yes, baby….We are free…!!!”
We are literally free MEN…burning with ambition and passionate with desire…fueling on spirit and unending energy…December 4, the day we all batch mates will remember as our very own Independence Day

It was December 4, the last date in the miserable examination date sheet which had already given me enough nightmares and sleepless nights…and the date sheet which had made me burry the ROCKY DVD in my cupboard….And yes, it was the day I had to face Chemistry B (The Organic) and it wouldn’t have taken a genius to predict the fate of an eighteen year old MAN, impossibly trying to study the massive organic in a single day and that too when he had to face the books for the first time….!!!

So lemme not confuse you anymore…Yes, I failed and failed miserably in Organic…(and as it turned out later this ORGANIC cost me some crucial marks which could have taken me to the seventh heaven where the holy toppers live….!!!
But HOLY SHIT….My fate was already decided….!!!)


I could hardly recognize any question in the paper ….So I courageously decided to leave them unattempted!…(lolz couldn’t figure out those figures and squares which were supposed to represent some organic compounds….!!!)
And the scene around me wasn’t any different…the same old last day blank faces surrounding me with blank answer sheets but still with enough courage to have a wicked smile on their face thinking about the party later on…..!!!

So we all left the examination hall (mind you, it was Biscoites giving exams in Burn Hall school…well, it’s something like Real Madrid and Barcelona at Camp Nou..!!!)…All those blank faces around me suddenly seemed to come outta there long and dismal hibernation …it took two long months….and finally, I could recognize some friends whose smile seemed genuine enough to make me pinch myself that I ain’t day dreaming….!

But hey, snap back to reality…BANG…here it goes some fire works….couldn’t believe finally class 12th was over….hugs all around….people smiling and laughing and even dancing the ill timed hip-hop versions…
Finally I had all the time in this world, just for myself…to realize that I am eighteen and I am no longer a school going BOY!!!….It was like a feeling unknown…
I could breath…breath freely...take in the aura and the serenity of the famous Dargah (religious place).."Sonwar aastan"…and here I thank the SAINTS for making me strong enough to survive the storm when just 8 weeks back I wondered if I would ever live to see this day…and here I am standing in front of the SAINTS and living my dream..the dream to be free and young….the dream to live….and the dream to witness the great ROCKY BALBOA unfold in six mighty punches...

Journey back home seemed to be quite nostalgic …reliving and remembering the last 60 days…remembering each day…the journey of how I completed my 10 commandments (the ten papers!!!)…It was one hell of a journey (literally hell!)…really the toughest challenge I have been through till date...the real test of endurance (both physical and mental), stamina, and the will power to believe…to believe and to accomplish what I had not even attempted in the previous 10 months…
It was like, "I was trapped in a pressure cooker and the cooker was whistling…!!!”…it was all or nothing…two months of what my peers had been doing since twelve months!….(maybe I am exaggerating class 12 exams, but trust me, for a late starter like me…it was even worse than the shit I have already written)…
And now when the bus finally stopped at the ‘destination supreme’…my home…the whole journey of HARD fought memories finally ended and ended with a big smile on my face…it was home and here I was opening the gate to my heaven where the ROCKY was lying in the holy cupboard…!

But hey…time for some reality check…and the first thing I do is to look in the mirror….and whoa!!!...shit!!!!…I am shocked to see the miserable face with almost all the skin peeled off and the dark circles under the sleepless eyes with hollow cheeks really make me sick…and talking about sick, I check my weight….no wonder, I lost almost 5kg to the exams…(I still believe organic must have taken at least 4 and a half out of the total 5kg lost…!!!)
My eyes are really now dying to close and lock tightly but my spirit and heart is searching for the key to the holy grail…the cupboard with the 6 treasures inside….and here I go, reaching for the keys, opening the lock…and wow….here it is exactly as I put it…..ROCKY BALBOA DVD with all six blockbusters…it might have been VERY CHEAP…but lemme telya…it’s really been worth every single buck of that pirated something….

Have been waiting for well over two months for this day, for ROCKY and me….for all the drama…all the action…all the history…all the ADRENALINE…still remember the trailer “Yeah…let’s start building some hurting bombs”…
and here my eyes once again get stuck on the “VERY CHEAP” cover which says, ”It aint over, till it’s over”..the same words which kept me going till the last…
Thanks ROCKY you made me do it….I did it…although I might have failed but at least I tried and gave it a last shot..I didn’t quit…
But today it’s really over…the exams are really over

And then as I am about to set up my lavish bed with all the pillows (which I would need later as a boxing bag..!!) and all the dreams….it seems like a perfect moment…all what my heart desired for… freedom and ROCKY BALBOA…
This time, I got ROCKY BALBOA in one hand in the other is the torn and battered and now DEFEATED but still ever so miserable exam date sheet…. !!

So as I am about to start the greatest journey of all time on the greatest day in my life….The same old beautiful voice comes from the Mosque ”Allah-u-Akbar” (God is the greatest) …the magnificent Azan which somehow sounds even more sweeter today…and I realize it’s time to pray, to thank God who made me to live this day…I somehow manage ablution with my head swinging in air and my eyes dying to get some sleep but with the hope that I finally get to see the great ROCKY….and here I stand in front of God thanking for everything…(and yeah even praying that this DVD wouldn’t turn out to be blank like the one which broke my heart few years ago…I really pray that this night doesn't disappoint)…eagerly waiting for the Namaz to end just because ROCKY couldn’t wait any longer ….It had been almost 6 years since the day the whole pursuit of ROCKY began…finally it’s really here and now nothing can stop me from watching all the six part tonight…

And as I stand up to face God, ‘BANG’….Damn it…how hard I crash….!!!
Don’t even get the time to reailse that it’s a vertigo and the light suddenly seamed to fade away and my legs somehow danced around with my hands swinging in mid air …my eyes, finally locked tightly…and here lying on the ground, I have lost control over my very own body...I think, I just knocked myself out….!!!!
I wonder if ROCKY ever came in my sleep that night to tell me that my fate has already been decided…!

“And the DVD slept on the cozy bed for the whole night when the outside temperature read -6 degree celcius…”

To be continued…

June 15, 2008

ROCKY BALBOA - PART2 (It ain't over till it's over-"ChemistryB, the only reason for the 'ORGANIC' decomposition of the famous DVD...!!!")

Rocky and the giant Ivan Draga....(Oh Boy...such a perfect picture to depict what Organic Chem seemed like...!)
December is here and the fourth day of this month is almost 48 hours away...I have been burning my ass from well over 2 months...pulling off an impossible act, having enough courage to attend my exams (when just a month before I was wondering about the mighty syllabus and finding all the impossible reasons to skip the examz..!!...lolz)...and having enough strength to almost go sleepless since 60 days (yeah baby..had to work over time)....it's been some time since I had enough time to even have a proper bath...!!!!!...lolz I am all messed up....really the exams have taken a toll on me....I swear, I had lost almost 5 kg from my body (phew...what a diet buster...!!!) and now even my skin started peeling off (seriously...I ain't kidding, no sleep means no rest to my tender skin cells and I swear my skin was literally peeling off my face)...aah.....how dreadful I looked and I never knew it..!! (didn't get enough time to even see the super addictive mirror to witness the glory of a human face!!!)...really it was the worst and the most challenging time of my life so far....I couldn't even celebrate my 18th b'day (the day I finally earned the right to be called an adult and miserably all I did was to calculate my ass mass through integration..!!!)

after all my homies had not been going nuts for no reason calling this as the biggest, baddest and yet the most cruicial exam..."Boy they were right...!!!"

As they say, "The common thing between students like me and a rocket is that, we don't start working until our tail is on fire..!!"....but in my case..."it wasn't my tail on fire, instead I could put it this way, I was burning ALIVE and all the water in this world had been "ORGANICALLY" converted into oil...!!!!!!"

Now when the exams almost seemed over...the biggest challenge was yet to be taken......the only thing that stood between me and ROCKY was the biggest, the mightiest, the hugEST, the miserable, the legendary serial killer with an unprecedented reputation.....CHEMISTRY-B with all the 'ORGANIC' shit imaginable... (nightmares!)... shit which I never even dared to answer....!!! (wonder how my grand dad had enough guts to call himself an organic professor!!!)

Chemistry B or more lovingly ORGANIC CHEMISTRY, the only reason for the "ORGANIC" decomposition of the famous DVD which had been lying in my cupboard for well over two months....!!!!

Sometimes I wondered if I would even survive the exams, now when I had gone so far with just one last paper left, I almost gave up.....I can't still figure it out what's so evil in the name "ORGANIC" that it still brings back some jitters and shivers in my supposedly strong and chemically balanced framework....!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously speaking...ORGANIC Chemistry although was the last and final hurdle that stood between me and ROCKY but it had enough syllabus to account for all what I had studied in the last three years...!!!

Swear it was like one ORGANIC chemistry was equal to 10 times the syllabus in 10th grade and still 10th grade with all that syllabus would be much much easier.......BECAUSE....for me, there is no possible logic in studying organic...how the hell are we supposed to remember all those unknown and never ending rection (or as my chemistry teacher put it, "rxns"...!!!)

It was something like Schmidt rxn, Reimmer-Teimman (hope I got it right!!!), Canizzaro proces...heh only remember the names ,didn't even care about the shit all those compounds were supposed to do...!!!...hah.....n then when I finally managed to open the syllabus for one final time....I almost fainted...!!!...Swear I did.....almost gave up, but then somehow just an after thought, wondered what I will do after this paper gets over....N the only thing that came to my mind was the ROCKY...the full six series blockbusters.....


GIVING IN TO THE ETERNAL TEMPTATION....I somehow just gave up the hope of organic and opened my cupboard after almost 2 months....and here it lay, THE HOLY GRAIL....with all the six in one...!!!!....just too good to be resisted when the outside temperature read -6 degree celcius.......!

almost murdered my organic in COLD blood, but then....

there had to be a D!V!N3 intervention......(as always!!!!!!)


My eyes somehow juggled around to finally fix on to the cover of the DVD...and there it read, "It ain't over till it's over"...

just that was the moment I realised..."you can't give in, you can't give up....you have to fight your way through, no matter how hard or how impossible it seems...you gotta give it a shot...a one final shot".........and really the meaning was so easy to interpret....."It ain't over till it's over"...my exams are not over till they really are over, I still had organic left and I still had to give it a one final shot to fight till the end and no way was I gonna fall short of this final attemt at glory....

time to restore some pride.......
locked the DVD back in the cupboard and sat my ass on the same old chair which supported the very base of my body for well over 2 months and it was almost here......December 4 was supposed to be the Independence Day when I finally get all the freedom in this world to witness my holy grail and unlock the mystery which had already made it a six series legend mesmerising the crowds around the world.....

All thanks to ROCKY, I finally had the courage to go through till the end...

"And the DVD had to lie in the cupboard till I gave ORGANIC a one final shot"
"It ain't over till it's over"


to be continued...

Yeah....Let's start building some hurting bombs...

"every time you punch him, he's gotta feel like he tried kissing the express train"
YEAH LET"S START BUILDING SOME HURTING BOMBS....!!!
The very famous trailer from Rocky Balboa which re ignited my pursuit of The Italion Stallion....The trailer which made me punch the hell out of my exam date sheet....the trailer, thanks to which my days were ever so desperately waiting for the long exam nights to end....
"The Rock had to lie in my cupboard for well over two months....!!!"

June 12, 2008

ROCKY BALBOA - PART1(So close, yet so far..."In one hand ROCKY and in other, the miserable exam date sheet...!!!"


It was I think my class 7th back in the year 2002…I was switching channels and somehow stopped on some boxing match surprisingly on Star Movies…I was kinda too small that time to make out what exactly the actor (who happened to be an exact copy of John Rambo with an Italian accent) was saying to the crowd and that too not on a sports channel but a hollywood channel…(lolz…thank God now I know my English pretty well..!!!)
What I didn’t realize at that time was that I had just stopped the remote on one of the greatest movies of all time….Then just two days later the same actor and the same movie on the same channel at the same time but this time with a different opponent…And the same thing happened a day later and this time also with a different opponent in the ring…….couldn’t make out what was the problem with the channel showing the same movie everyday and that too at prime time…!!...and then the break came….the advertisement said,” ROCKY WEEK CONTINUES ON STAR MOVIES”…I was like….”Oh shit...the same movie tomorrow AGAIN….!!!”
couldn’t believe how crazy the channel had gone...showing the same movie for 5 consecutive week days…and they all read something like ROCKY,ROCKY II…ROCKY V…aah…”have to wait sometime till they show my kiddo days favorite RAMBO…!”
And then déjà-vu…I think I was in class 8th and I suppose I was going through a sports magazine which said, “Rocky not just the greatest sport movie but the greatest movie ever made”…whoa!!!….I was like, I know this movie…!!!
But then forgot the whole thing about the movie as soon as I closed the magazine...
Later as I grew up, one day while watching the super hit reality TV show series “The Contender”, I gotta know that the TV serial hosted by Sylvester Stallone himself was just a tribute to the inspirational movie Rocky…And that’s when I decided…Enough is enough….I better watch this movie…
Next day , I went to the market (DVD market in kashmir)…n as always got a DVD with all the five ROCKY movies(Rocky balboa had not been released at that time)…and came home happily from school…and as always in my motherland (and rightly so with the VERY CHEAP pirated DVDs) the movie failed to start and when it did…the sound was missing…and when the sound came, the video was stuck..!!!…just too much a test of my patience and as usually happens...frustrated….(I broke the DVD exactly into 5 pieces depicting the five movie series…!!!)

But the ROCKY was to return and this time in great fashion and at the worst time imaginable…

So it was ALMOST time for my 12th class exams (finals)….supposedly the most CRUICIAL and most important and as they say, “career building examinations”….and only the exam date sheet missing …
But me….the pursuit of ROCKY BALBOA had already been re-enlightened after seeing the famous trailer from the latest and the last ROCKY blockbuster “ROCKY BALBOA”…and still remember the famous dialogue from the very famous trailer..”Let’s build some hurting bombs”…I just couldn’t resist watching that movie somehow…ANY HOW..!!
Went to the same old pirated and hardly reliable but ‘VERY CHEAP’ DVD market…and this time got my not five but six movie blockbuster series which had written on it’s pirated and ‘VERY CHEAP’ cover, ”It ain’t over till it’s over”…now nothing could stop me from watching the movie I had been dying for since ages….Finally the mystery had to be unlocked…So many people had recommended this movie and such a huge background and I was all but ready to finally witness the greatest movie ever…..
But as it always happens with me, and as some of my buddies say, “Mera bad luck hi kharab hai”(my bad luck is bad…lolz still can’t figure out how it makes any sense..!!!)
Anyways, so here I was with ROCKY BALBOA all six blockbusters in my one hand and in the other lay the miserable DATE SHEET for my final exams!!!…broken dreams, really now I was trembling…the syllabus was so huge and not even ROCKY could stop me from opening my books today just for the fear of total failure for a person who still did not exactly know the full syllabus of his course (what a shame!!)…class 12th was really now CRUSHING ME…crunch time baby…

and the DVD had to lay in my cupboard for well over two months…
to be continued…

June 11, 2008

Why do I write so much shit...???

Seriously by now, all ya folks out there must be thinking why the hell do I waste so many hours in writing all this shit…!!!
Quite true, it take some time to write all those lines of pure crap, which doesn’t seem to make sense to anyone else than me myself…hah…what great tragedy! No, one can interpret my blogs the way I want them to…!!! (Maybe that’s because the shit I write doesn’t seem to make sense to anybody else!!!)
Or maybe not…..
But lemme tell you what exactly is my problem….
I am 8teen, young, ambitious(hope so) and really bored………..I don’t have a job….I don’t have any work…I don’t even go to school…The whole day, I sit my ass wasting time at home….I don’t play footie any longer (lost the stamina and the legs to run my breath out)…I don’t seem to have any aim in life….I just don’t seem to be useful for any job…I am a complete bore who can’t figure a way out of his room….I have been thrown out of my school and now I’m struggling to find some college to take me in as a child prodigy..!!!….(no, one thinks that I can ever grow up to be anything else than just another guy who calls himself a Kashmiri…!!!)….and the worst thing is, I still can’t figure out how to spend the boring days of my newly found adult life..
So, to escape all the boredom… I STARTED BLOGGING…and sharing my boredom with all ya resourceful and ever so happening people out there reading this another piece of shit….!!!
And the worst news is…I still can’t figure out a proper way to live this stage in my life when my school has thrown me out and I’m struggling to find a college to take me in as a child prodigy….!!!

June 10, 2008

Petrol seems to leak out of their pockets....!!!

FUEL YOU FIRE… FUEL YOUR SOUL...FUEL YOUR FREEDOM…FUEL YOUR SPIRITS...FUEL YOUR ENDEAVOUR…
Take your car out on the road…BURN THE TIRES…!!!
It’s time to FUEL YOUR SPEED….Empty roads…Who knows when will we Kashmiris get such a grand chance again to press the accelerator to the maximum and burn the brake shoes of our four wheelers…
Second day of the transport strike…And all the roads seem deserted...Not even our beloved three wheelers (auto rickshaw)...All the TATA and MAZDA busses sleeping…It’s time to hear the roar of own beauties…Thanks to the ever so rising Petrol prices, nobody seems to like the comfort of a vehicle…
But trust me, even though I can’t afford to race all through the city…Still I saved enough money to buy me a liter of ”XTRA-PREMIUM” petrol when the normal fuel prices are soaring through the roof top and all the petrol stations have their Diesel pumps working on over-time…(No wonder why our beloved George Bush wasted all that super secret, highly confidential artillery in Iraq…!!!)
But who cares…No transport means, no legs to carry the weight of super heavy school bags to schools…So gimme a hell yeah!…here we go…a summer vacation before the summer even began….!!!
The deserted streets really seem to make my mouth wet...and I think today we all speed freaks have got a license to hear the roar of our wild dreams….I think it’s time to say…..NEED FOR SPEED…
And the best news is…Now I have got a driving licence to burn my beauty….!!!

June 9, 2008

Why the Titanic sank???


George Bush with legendary Kashmiri school teacher Master N.A. Laherwal (A.K.A Nazir Gola)...
Found this pic somewhere on the net posted by some Biscoites giving it as a possible explanation for the sinking of the Titanic...!!! hahahahaa heh lolz.....
Sorry but I really find it quite interestingly amusing...!!!!....not exactly disrespectfull to the great man (no, not Bush!).....
But I guess this pic somehow potrays the great leader this man was..Mr.N.A Laherwal famously known as Gola will always remain in our hearts as the only true legend in every sense of the word....Hope the Biscoites out there will agree

June 8, 2008

DIVIDED WE STOOD...UNITED WE FELL (Second Half-'Demon Prevails...Time for reality check')

“The Demon is in every one of us…It’s in me, it’s in you, it’s in the crowd….!!! ”
What a great day for us all...we the Kashmiris standing together...supporting our team...our very own team...for our very own cause...and the team didn't disappoint...they really showed the spirit and heart by taking the game to the defending champions...We might not have our "El-Diego" (Diego Maradonna) to start a revolution but we have the likes of the Kashmiri born and Biscoe bred Ishfaq to unite the people with one single goal in their herat and soul.....!!!
And to put icing on the cake, ZEE Sports just announced that the match is not only being broadcasted live all over India but even across the Middle-East and USA....such a great occassion for Kashmiri people to display their spirit and hospitability...

”The demon is too timid to come infront of GOD’s human…and too evil to allow the things go in God’s favor without a fight…Demon always searches for the weakest of the prey… (always a human)….the demon, hiding some where in the crowd…”

“defending champions really never knew that a valley could echo so loudly…”
No, I won't be writing how it all happened and what happened...We have already got enough reasons to bring some water in our eyes...and there were enough reasons in the ground to bring some water in my eyes...and if you still wouldn't cry, they had the boom of a tear gas to make you cry...I am too weak to revisit the moments which scream out loud, "You murdered your own mother"...and there is no denying the fact, we ourselves are the criminals of our mother....united we stood, divided we fell...
Still, if you need to know what exactly happened in the stadium then refer to my previous blog "a tale of hartal ...and they all cried"....Only this time, if there was any shame left after invasion of the pitch....we wasted it all in chasing away the lives out of the tough Punjab players with stones and weapons...(and that's where I guess the pride comes from...chasing away the enemy...but I still wonder whose the real enemy)....!!!
Enough of this blame game......No, I won't be blaming anyone...neither the journalists,nor the JKFA officials...Not even the police or the crowd.....It's time for a reality check....for all of us to realise, "if we are not part of the solution then we definitely are part of the problem"....
We have put the whole nation to shame...(mind you...talking about the nation, You know which nation!)...a showcase of our real character...the character which infamously has made us enough famous all around the globe for being the people who hate their very own identity...people who can't bear to see their fellow people prosper...people so drenched in illiteracy and agony over the last two decades that they have forgotten the very basic fact which made them call themselves Kashmiri and take some real pride in the fact that they belong to the land proclaimed as heaven , a land of mystics and saints...a land of love and eternal grace...a land of unity and strength...a land where the sun shone brighter than anywhere else in the world and a land whose waters were heavenly enough to purify the most miserable souls....a land whose sons used to teach the world the character and values needed to reach the seventh heaven....a land above any other land...a land blessed by God himself...a land whose people would call themselves Kashmiri......
I wonder where did those souls come from which called themselves Kashmiri and set an example for the world to follow...people so strong in character and so sublime in faith...people with enough courage and gutts to even sacrifice their own lives for the sake of an ailing enemy...people who led through example...
a land far from the land of the evil...a land unknown to Demon....Gods own country....
let us all pledge to dedicate our lives to restore the lost glory of our land and the lost values ofur people...Devil might have taken over our minds but it can't take over the heart and soul of a born Kashmiri....all we need is to go back to the basics and realise we all are at fault....let's change ourselves before talking about changing others....
Don't we dare criticise the people for what they did at Bakshi stadium....It's time for a reality check..."If we are not a part of the solution then we definitely are part of the problem"

June 7, 2008

DIVIDED WE STOOD...UNITED WE FELL (First Half-'Living the dream')


“The time came to raise our united heads with pride and honor, demanding respect from those who ever doubted….Shameless, we ran away!!!”
“A step forward and ten steps back“ can be best described as the fast forward story of the destruction and turmoil in Kashmir since the day I breathed my first breath(unfortunately the day I was born…30 sep 1989….the day the whole city finally united for its own destruction, burning down their own homes for the sake of Shabir Shah, a rebel leader…what a great cause…!!!) and at the Bakshi stadium it was a déjà-vu situation…
Almost an hour into the dream match, all tied up at 0-0…The biggest game in the Santosh Trophy tournament so far…A high voltage match between the holders Punjab and the highly spirited Home team…The first half most definitely belonged to the team in whote,the home team, playing with the backing of big and VOCAL home support…Attacking the Punjab defence time and again…Chance after chance…Not exactly “CHAMPAGNE-FOOTBALL” but not much far away from the kind of football, champions are made of…The defending champions needed all the defence they had in order to defend what they loved the most, their clean sheet record…and they somehow managed to keep a clean sheet in the first half…Ishfaq,Adil and Rohit pushed by the crowd, were pressing the Punjab defence with super fluency and brilliant counter attacking moves…Punjab rarely had any possession of the ball and it was looking like we finally have got a team which could give the full house crowd, a reason to raise their voices in unison and celebrate their throats out…Such a wonderful mix of the united Kashmir in the crowd…the oldies in their khan dresses…the Sikhs in their turbans…few pundits with their renowned wits!…..the ever so vocal youth with enough stamina to shout their way into the match….Quite rightly as the press had put it, ”J&K team play with 12 players, 11 on the pitch and 12th in the stands…!”…the spirit which the home team had shown, brought the 12th man into play , “defending champions really never knew that a valley could echo so loudly…!!!”
So it was JK in the driving seat with almost half an hour left in the match…”Joga-Bonita” (playing football with a smile on the face) and the united crowd gave enough reasons to put a smile on the ‘fair’ faces of JK players!!!…Punjab absorbing all the pressure from the players and the crowd…Really what a success story, no matter even if we lose now but we have won all the hearts by showing the world, united we STILL stand to support what we love…a revival of footy back in the valley…a revival of united voices back in the valley….what a reason to celebrate…
But there had to be an intervention (as always)…No, not DIVINE…In fact, as expected in my mother land…It had to be a ‘DEMONIC’ intervention….!!!(as always)
Suddenly the photo journalists could be seen shouting and fighting with some JKFA officials (who are really worthy of being appreciated for conducting such a big tournament with such huge media coverage… a real successful effort)…but but but…
”the demon is too timid to come infront of GOD’s human…and too evil to allow the things go in God’s favor without a fight…Demon always searches for the weakest of the prey… (always a human)….the demon hiding some where in the crowd…”
Raisng slogans in between the already high voltage, fast paced match…what a mess…!!! And amidst all the chaos Punjab score……….a fantastic long ranger but can be equally considered as a goal keeping error…and take my words on that…I have watched enough football to say, that the shot was perfectly savable and it can be considered a goal keeping howler by the new goalie…(had the crowd given the given the team whole match to play, the way we were playing suggests that we could have esily equalised and who knows maybe gone onto win the match)
But who cares…the crowd are now really on their feet...Demon ready to rumble
“defending champions really never knew that a valley could echo so loudly…”

to be continued…

June 6, 2008

come on JK we will do it...

So here it is, Santosh Trophy and JK in the quarters and in some style(thrashing the capital of our vey own country)...!!!!!!!!!

yes, we might have lost against Kerala infront of a packed crowd at Bakshi Stadium but trust me, we really showed the attitude and the spirit to win the hardest hearts...!!

and when Ishfaq scored the goal....Oh My God!...the whole stadium erupted...the celebrations which made the folks remember the glory days of early 80's...celebrations that seemed to come from a land unknown to the valley...celebrations which made most of us forget two decades of our lives...finally uniting for one common cause and celebrating as one single unit.....the moments which seemed to have lasted an eternity. ..!!!
JK really did play well and deserved at least a draw...but the absence of star defender Mehrajuddin Wadoo (currently on national duty) proved to be the defining factor of the game...attack after attack, and chance after chance...JK team was on fire but then were caught out "3 TIMES" on counter attack!...wish Wadoo had been at the back to stop all moves and make it a first win for JK in the quarter finals...

Anyway, the atmosphere was electrifying and crowd didn't lose heart...and I am all prepeared to buy a ticket for tomorrows big match against the defending champions Punjab...Yes, they might be the toughest team...a team which can beat us and beat us easily.... the hardest opponent with enough strength and class to brush aside any team....but we have got the heart and the spirit to keep us going when the going get's really tough....
Come on you folks out there, let's all go the stadium to cheer our team on....no matter if you don't like the battered Bakshi stands but trust me its an honour to support your own identity....time to get united.....And yes, tickets are gonna be short, it would be a full house so better plan early...
let's all pray and hope we come out on top and show the world that we though maybe the eternal under dogs but still possess enough character to fight, and fight back hard...... a bunch of unfortunate players struggling to find enough oppurtunities to showcase their immense talent.....

One final request, please people keep out the stupid posters which say,"JK will defeat INDIA"...!!!
ridiculous and totally unacceptable...show some respect as well....cheer for your state..support your team.....unite for kashmir....no matter if you are not much of a football lover...but it's time to finally get united and to finally fight for one common cause, and this time our very own cause..we will shout, we will cry and no matter whatever the outcome we will be the real winners...winning the hearts and souls..united we will stand and if the unfortunate happens, united we will fall..
don't just sit in your homes and watch the match live on ZEE sports...be there to raise the spirits of the 11...
hand in hand, shoulders together.....it's time to show the world
WE are no pushovers....!!!!!!!

June 3, 2008

Maybe the cow is having a rough time.......!!!!!!!!!!!


This historic cartoon makes me remember the days when my teeth were supposedly 'milk made..!!' and my bones 'milk hungry' ......milk which gave me enough calcium to survive for 18 years of my life....!!!!
as my mum put it.."a glass of milk everyday kept my uncle (doctor) away..!!".......and the same theory still goes strong but only, I have now given up the bournvitas,the boosts the milo,the complan,the corn flakes and the ever so favourite chocos and froot loops....and my bones no longer seem to be 'milk hungry' or my teeth 'milk made'.........!!!
just a passion to drink.....and drink a glass of milk everyday...!!!
still remember the days when I used to struggle so hard just to buy a milo instead of the iron rich corn flakes (couldn't make out where did the Iron come from when the pack was supposed to be fat-FREE...!!!) such joy just to get a tennis ball free with every pack(our very beloved cosco or as we kashmiris put it....'the rubber ball'...!!!!....n I still wonder why the plastic ball was supposed to be a tennis ball, after all tennis is a rubber ball game.......!!!)..hah I know u won't get what I am trying to say...so no need to waste some of your upper stuff on the shit written before you....!!!!
well yeah now coming back to the point (as always....!!).....so the point is about the historic cartoon...and my WHITE glass of milk...!!
still can't stop drinking...drinking a glass of milk everyday...!!!
but trust me I always doubted the nature of the milk I was drinking...No, it was not as bad as some chemically produced poisonous milk like substance as revealed on Indian news channels just a few months ago (beat that...!!!).....but it was never as good as a glass of milk which said,
"doodh doodh doodh....doodh hai wonderfull...pee sakte hai hum eik glass full....doodh mein daalo ice to doodh bangaya very nice...doodh doodh doodh hai wonderful....!!!!" (don't know how to translate a very famous advert on T.V during my kiddo days..the add which made me believe in the magical powers of the wonderful "WHITE-WATER"...!!!!!)
so here I am...me and my doubts ....and in the corner...hiding behind the thermos of "Noon-chai" (traditional kashmiri salt tea or pink tea)...beneath the table lies the usual suspect "a glass of milk"....I wish I could prove it's guilt had I got a lactometer or as my mum would put it...rather it's innocence.....!!!
(I know, by now u must have really gone nuts coz u dont seem to get to the point of writing all this shit and moreover my style of stupid humour is really making u wanna click the 'cross button' on the upper right, but trust me......."I love to write whatever I wanna write, whenever I wanna write and the way I wanna write....!!"...just try to write ma shit ma own way......atleast an original approach...at least I write...!!)
well yeah so coming back to the glass of milk and me....and as always I start the day with a usual doubt in my mind..."why does the milk seem so less nice every day?(unlike the T.V add)...why does the milk seem to have got a tan???(and even worse some sunburns..!!)....why does the tatse seem to vary?...(maybe different flavours..!!)...why didn't the bournvita dissolve well today? (maybe the chocolate powder needs some rest..!!).....or, " Maybe the cow is having a rough time.........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and finally, I settle all the doubts thinking that I got my calcium required to keep my bones going atleast for another day....!!!!.....but I still wonder why the milk-man never allowed anyone on a pilgrimage to his control room.....rather his filling centre....!!!!!!..still wonder why the cow which gave me calcium to play football was always (and is still) wondering in the alleys and roads surrounding my colony and often the cows which gave me all those reasons to buy bournvita instead of corn flakes often fed themselves on the garbage dump just a few hundred metres from my home......!!!!!!!!.........(maybe thats where my glass of milk comes from...!!!)
hah....but I can't waste my time thinking all this shit which makes me feel so weak in the body and bones....shit which makes me wonder how much of a 'milk-MAID' I really am...!!....and then I remember, "doodh doodh doodh.....doodh hai wonderful....pee sakte ho eik glass full....!!"
Maybe the cow is having a rough time....!!!!

June 1, 2008

JUNE 1....Seasons first WAZWAN...(PART 1)


aaahhh...yummm.....mmmmm.......n finally.....yuck.........................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So finally June 1 is here and it's a special day....yea you guessed it right....the seasons first wazwan....!!!!!!!!!
Ahem...well; as we all kashmiris say "maaz chu zaher" (meat is poison)..hehee...and yet despite all the restrictions and shackles the doctors impose...we all know we can't escape the fact....we are born meat eaters (rather sheep eaters)........!!!!!!!!
hahahaaa....and yes, as the legendary but diseased and ailing meat-eaters now in their retirement age say, "once in a blue moon"...and that's the only reason they give to their diet concious homies for swallowing all those tonnes of flesh and breaking all the medical rules and regulations, going beyond the limits enduring all those hay days in intensive care only for the sake of their beloved...WAZWAN....!!!!!! (what a love story....after all, sacrifice is the essence of love...!!!!!)
Well; now coming back to the point...It's June 1..the RE-UNION...the day I finally digest ma beloved.....!!!!.....heh..honestly speaking...we all say we hate wazwan but in the end we all long for our beloved...don't we...????...hehheheee
now you folks must really be thinking that I am a hell of a filthy meat eater who likes to tear open into the bones and break through those fleshy legs...!!!!.......lolz.....
naah... I don't deny the fact that I love the "NON SIDE OF VEG"...!!!!...but wazwan....as they say, "once in a blue moon"....!!!!!!!...not a big fan, not even an addict, just a regular kashmiri who curses the very thing he loves....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can't explain what an emotional ride has this day been....from hope and 'ambition' in the morning to disaster and betrayal in the evening...!!..My diet is ruined and so is my stomach....!!!
BREAKING NEWS:- I am just about to puke for the third time in this miserable day....So, I better not ruin my precious lapi....yuck......I better hurry................................................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(The rista, the tabakhmaaz, the roganjosh, the kabaab , the goshtaaba...remains to be concluded in the PART 2 of this post.........we can run, we may hide but we can't escape the fact "sacrifice is the essence of love"...we love what we curse....!!
to be concluded...
puke............................yuck.......................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I really gotta go now................................

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