its me!!

Watching a cricket match is a national pleasure. The pleasure gets manifold when the TV room is shared with parents. It is a completely different experience compared to watching the same match with friends. With friends you abuse the opponent or your own players after every delivery. This freedom is ofcourse not there when you watch the match with your parents. Your father can ofcourse do that. The only question that comes your way is: “Has India lost the match? Ye sale hain hi chu@#&a. Harenge har match. ” The frequency of this question increases every time an Indian wicket falls or every time the opponent team hits a boundary or a six. Even if India has scored 350+, the question doesn’t cease to rise. In case the score is lower, one can guess the fate. Another thing: Sachin Tendulkar should make a century in every match else he should be kicked out of the team. Since he is getting so many endorsements, he HAS to score hundred runs in every match. “How much did Sachin make? Kya –...

My mother asked me to teach her to use a computer. She didn’t want to be a master in that, just that she is an inquisitive person and wanted to learn the basics of a computer. She wanted to learn how to listen to music, watch movies, write letters, use internet mainly to get the rail tickets booked, and a bit of Facebook because that is a good medium to be in touch with many, look at the pictures of her kids and grand kid. So we started post dinner. I had told her a few things earlier also but due to lack of practice, she had forgotten most of that. So we started again with cut, copy, paste, bold, italics and other basics. The whole process was not easy. While copying was once done with Ctrl + C, the very next time a capital ‘C’ came up because Ctrl was switched with Shift. This happened a few times. I had to explain the use of Click and Enter. This was difficult because explaining such basic things in words was a new thing. I tried my level best. I have no clue what she has learnt but...

This post is not in remembrance of my dear college. This is a product of lack of sleep at night (which is a brand new thing for me), absolutely extra free time and absence of any friends here at Allahabad. With a pang of guilt, I want to confess that I am getting bored. While it’s great to be with parents, but it is of utmost importance that friends are also around. I am reading the autobiography of Nelson Mandela. In that he also accepts (and accepts with “pang of guilt”) that he at times forgot his parents, siblings and his native place while he was having fun at college. This can be extrapolated to my situation as well. In fact, his autobiography was of much solace to me. My thoughts: when such a great personality can do such a things, I too can. It doesn’t seem that entire alien thing at all. Everyone, at least every guy must have felt such feelings in absence of friends. While you can have great talks with your parents, can even crack jokes with them, but I feel a friend’s place c...