Aggression on the Cricket field

I’m passionate about stuff. But when I’m bowling, a new kind of I’m-gonna-kill-you aggression comes into me. Mix that competitive instinct with a bit of natural need to show off, add a bit of pace and a girl I love at the window and hell breaks loose. Yesterday, my bunny batsmen miss-hit me over the building, which would have been out in normal ground. Piece of cake catch. We lost the first game.
Next game I was on fire. I took wickets and sledged, the way no nice guy would. That’s another thing; I’m not one.

mice, mosquitoes and fonts in the night

The news is that I’m wrestling with mosquitoes. I am busy designing my site, which keeps me awake and bloodless by the morning. Also small mice are dancing in the kitchen. I think I’m getting better at killing mosquitoes or today is a lucky night. Designing is an addiction and fonts maketh a writer. I’m playing with fonts and color at will. I have killed three today and just missed the fourth. I know I should spell visualiser with a z. At least that’s what that red-nosed spell checker thinks. But he he, I will defy that nosy little twerp. One more dead. mosquito. They love blue I was told, on discovery the other night. I love trebuchet the font but my first love will always remain Arsis. It was my mom’s idea to have black tiles on the floor. Everyone wants to use the word random instead of creative and mad. it’s 2 in the morning. The last mosquito is dead. It’s 3.49 am.

News

There’s no news like good news. And the good news is that my mom is absolutely fine. That’s the greatest news. Her near death experience robbed me of the joy of living. Am posted in India since July 4 2004.
Have been working 4 hours a day lately. Walking in the jungles of
Goregaon. I’m really grateful to my shoes. They are called Power
Joggers. Cheap at just 600 rupees. They have been better than my Reeboks and all the other ones I experimented with. But not as good as the Lotto that Umesh had lent me in 1991. They were the best I wore. Am planning to go to Pune with my aunts and grandpa. What happens to news after they become old? They die and go to heaven in the blog section. Miss NZ this Valentine’s. If countries had a gender NZ would be a beautiful woman!
Welcome to the wild blue skies.

I just love climbing mountains

I just love climbing mountains.
It must be the scene from/at the top. The cool air. The feeling of freedom. Or all the above.
However, when you begin there is a lethargy that hits you with the cool breeze and you wonder what the heck you are doing here? Will you ever reach there, that spot in the cloud that’s laughing at you?

Once you start and the wind fills your lungs and heat enters your body – you breathe, sweat, sit. You just follow your instincts and go with the flow stepping on flatter stones, avoiding the moss, stretching at rocks and holding twigs.

Suddenly you are there on top. Where Earth meets the sky, bird meets the eye and passion meets your life. You can sit on top, stare at the horizon or the white birds that seem like a speck or the shadow of a cloud on the distant meadow. Check that faraway waterfall, walk in the clouds, dip in that still icy pond, or just watch as the brook trickles past and time flies, crawls and gently dies.

Life is exactly the same. You never know where you start, you never know where you will end so keep going! Get moving! Live life without courting death. Love life. Live life 100%. I love climbing mountains.

Walk on the Wild Side

It’s a crazy night. The summer heat is slowly creeping up from behind us. This days I am busy revamping my site. Do check www.wildblueskies.com. The whole design’s mine. I have a long way to go but I have made the start.
The other news is the late evening Aarey Colony (read thick jungle) walks. There is never a moon these days as Shaju and I have been bitten by the walk in the snake, leopard, dacoit infested junglee park. It looks very nice in the day but the nights take on a menacing look. The motorists are driving as if there is no tomorrow as they zip, zap zoom around us. Today we took the lonely track. It was eerie and scary especially for Shaju. It was dark trek up the mountain into Cobra country and the moon was barely visible and camera shy. It was pitch dark at blind spots and it was great fun. One hour of absolute danger. Except for the New Zealand hostel (in India) there was no respite. The trees had taken a darker shade and the foliage was thick enough to be Amazon. Amazing.
It all ended with lassi (a drink made of sweetened yogurt) for me. Shaju had flavoured milk. But danger is good. Makes you feel alive plus the pure oxygen. It’s on my list of seven tracks in Mumbai.

Irresponsibility is my name

If irresponsibilty ever had to be personified, I would be a top contender. Today morning started for me at 1.30 in the afternoon when I called my boss to tell him I will be late for my 4-hour technical writing job. I ran out of the house and saw my bus just-leave. A biker rided me to the bus. i found that I had no money and the bus conductor game me a free ride 4 stops before my office because I had to get down to pee. I do this 4-glass water therapy that makes me want to pee in the mornings. Today I was late because last night a mosquito decided to reek vengeance for all the murders I had committed.

Years have flashed past

Oh How the years have rolled on. Went to see my teacher after work. I had promised him that I would be there yesterday but got the day mixed up. Went today instead. Into that crooked lane which used to be a routine in 84. Suddenly the head is full of memories hitiing me at the speed of light. Names, faces, Maths equations, cricket players, friends. All at once. It’s crazy the buildings look much smaller. Now that I have grown. Also a fleeting memory of a babysitter when I was just five in the next building. small grocery store where we used to buy the salties. I was never for sweets.
Went to an old friend’s house. Kiran Nayak. I used to buy comics from him at one-tenth the price. I had a passion for TinTins though he didn’t have any. I bought historic comics. Amar Chitra Katha. The shortcut had gone and I had not been in this lane for 15 years now.
Strange. The way that place hit me with all its adrenaline. Being a teetotaller, I rely on other kicks which are much stronger than smoking or drinking. But then, how would I know?
MKet my friends family mother; sister and her kids school and husband. They were happy that I still remembered their birthdays and all the other people alongwith whom we had given our tenth standard, matric secondary school public exams.
Exchanged information. Ate some wadas. Discussed marriage plans(?). I have no plan. But it was a purifying feeling and an intoxication of going back to who I was. I still am. Life is beautiful.

Work is fun. But the designer, I have, has no brains. My screen does not show red. I’m in the process of revamping www.wildblueskies.com. Please watch that space.

Still miss NZ and all my loved ones.