Tiger Story

This is something that I heard from a friend this morning. Thought you should hear it too. It's about four friends and a tiger.
These four friends went for a camping trip in jungle. As they were setting up the tents, suddenly a tiger appeared out of nowhere. Friends started running for their dear life. With tiger after them, they didn't have much time to think. Suddenly they came across a square in the middle of the jungle. Friend number 1 took the left side road while number 4 went for the right road. Number 2 and number 3 went straight forward. Now tiger was smart. He could count. Two is better than one. So he too took the straight road and went after number 2 and 3. Seeing this both of them started sweating profusely. Number 2 could climb trees so he climbed the nearest tree. Now tiger could climb trees too but this tree was coconut tree. So he continued chasing number 3. Poor number 3. Now he was sure that he was going to be the snack of the king of the beasts. But suddenly he came across a diversion in road. A road going straight and one going left. He had an idea. He signaled the tiger by lifting his left hand showing that he was turning left but went on running straight. Tiger took the left hand side road and went there. Happy with his fast thinking number 3 kept on going. Incidentally four friends reunited in the next square, where number 3 boasted of his feat. As he finished his tale the tiger appeared there too. Now mad with anger for being fooled by these two-legged creatures. He had lost respect in his community and other creatures were soon going to hear about this incident. It was now matter of pride. With renewed vigor he started chasing those four. Again our protagonists started running. As luck would have it they again came across a square. This time number 1 took the road on the right side. Number 3 took the left side while number 2 and 4 went straight. Number 2 again climbed on the nearest coconut tree and tiger went after number 4. Number 4 now on the verge of wetting his pants -totally lucky- came across a diversion in the road. One going straight and one going left. Remembering what number 3 had told earlier, he too signaled with his left hand and went straight. But he under estimated the intelligence of the tiger. A fast leaner as he was, our chief antagonist was not fooled the second time and he too went straight. Seeing this number 4 just crossed the verge and wet his pants but kept on running. But again he came across a diversion. One straight and one going right. He took his chance and signaled the tiger with right hand and went on straight. Tiger fell for this one and took the road on the right side. Number 4 would have stopped to thank the heavens but fearing that if the tiger came back he would have to go to the heavens personally to thank, he kept on going.
Again those friends met on the next road crossing. There number 4 shared his experience. As he finished narrating, they all heard a deadly roar behind them. The return of the king. The tiger was now seething with fury. Enraged for being fooled two times in a row he was now determined to have at least one of those four for lunch.
As you can imagine, those four again started running. Again they came across a square. This time number 4 took the left road and number 3 went right. While number 2 and number 1 went straight. Number 2 again climbed the nearest coconut tree and the tiger went after number 1. Number 1 too came across a diversion with left side road. He tried the trick of number 3 but the tiger was not fooled. Afterwards he came to a diversion with a right hand road and a straight one. Hoping to repeat what number 4 did, he signaled with his right hand and went straight. But the tiger was not fooled this time either. In fact he became angrier(if that was possible) because number 1 thought that he was stupid and would fell for the same tricks second time. He roared and increased his speed. Now number 1 having lost all hope, did not have much strength left to run any more. To his dismay the road came to an abrupt end with cliff at the end. What was he going to do?
He decided to take his one last chance. He moved to the left side of the road and slowed his speed. And then signaled the tiger with overtake/go ahead sign. The tiger went running straight ahead, fell down and made his species even more endangered.

Moral of the Story. It doesn't matter if you are as stupid as number 2 to take same road again and again knowing the dangers, as long as you have a unique talent which can save your skin. Sometime three times in a row.

Alternate Moral of the Story. Be smart like number 2 and and always take the sure road when in the time of emergency. You may not be lucky like number 1, 2 and 3 who kept on experimenting and nearly lost their life. And every time your enemy may not be stupid like that tiger.

Another Alternate Moral of the Story. There is no moral you punk. All those management moral stories flying over the Internet and emails have made us think that everything in life teaches us something. But since you have taken the efforts to read through all this crap, I'll not disappoint you. Here's your lesson. When at the end of the road, slow down. Somethings in life are to be done just for fun. Raise your glasses of frosty beer and say cheers. Just like those friends did when they planned their next camping trip at a luxurious resort.

Me - A Comic Relief

Usually in many serious movies there is a character which provides comic relief with his antics and stupidity. I am beginning to feel that I am one.
A public clown.

I provide lot of amusement to all the gymmers(is there such a word? It better be because I am going to use it). Especially my trainer. Begin your day with a laugh. I make everybody's day. When trainer arrives, he is usually is a serious mood. By the time my session is complete, he is in a very jovial and happy mood. Not just him but literally everyone in gym. Laughter is supposed to be the best medicine. I make people healthy. I should be the trainer at the gym.

Now the other gymmers are nice. So they don't stare at me and and laugh out loud. They just keep on doing their own stuff. But that does not mean that they don't look at me. Corner of their eyes are always towards me. And a stifled laugh. When I look at them, suddenly that laugh turns into a warm smile. Nice people. It won't be long before more and more people turn in for morning exercise and a good piece of entertainment.

Cardio exercises are no problem as long as machines are manually programmed except for ellipticals. Those are pain in thighs.

But the real fun is with the weight training and other stuff. For some strange reasons the dumbbells get heavier with every passing moment. "Come on..that's just eight. Give me seven more". Be happy with what you got moron. Eight should be enough. Why do you want more? Didn't your mama teach you not to be greedy? I think that he gets a real kick out of it.

But compared to what he makes me do next, dumbbells feel like wooden stick.
Back extensions!!!!
See that pic(That's not me!! Just a pic from the net). I am supposed to bend completely from my waist so that I can see my toes. Why would I want to see my toes? I don't come to the gym to see my own toes. I can see my toes anytime I want to see my toes. I just have to bend a little forward "while standing" and there they are. Just that my stupid tummy comes in the way. Otherwise I wouldn't even have to bend.
I have to bend completely anyway. No problem. And then I have to come up. With hands crossed over my chest. Now that's a problem. Again the dumbbell conversation is repeated. For even stranger reasons I seem to be stuck on number eight. This too I can do only for eight times before I bend down and stay in that position until I use my hands or someone pulls me up.

I also managed to pull off some antics while I was stretching on a sadistic looking machine. How did I do that is impossible to tell. Maybe you can stop by my gym sometime and see for yourself and you too can have a good laugh.

If only calorie burning was as easy, pleasurable, tasty, relaxing as calorie gaining.........

I am back.....I am back

I had a kind of eventful week. First I went to my Mama's place at Ahmednagar. It was after 3-4 years I guess. Grandma was nearly ecstatic to see me. I usually don't like to go there in summer time. It's hot like crazy and then there is power cut. Can't stay in home or can't go outside either. Besides grandma force fed me nearly every kind of sweet and cuisine she could prepare. Actually I liked that part. But I had to leave a day earlier than my original schedule as I had some other plans.

The first thing I did after arriving was to buy a PlayStation 2. Finally I gave in to my desire. After that I banged my head against the wall as it turned out that my TV supports only PAL and not NTSC. So 3 out of 4 games I bought are running in black and white(bang...bang....BANNNGGGG). Only The Godfather is running in color mode. Don Corleone did it again. Maybe he gave my TV an offer it couldn't refuse.

I don't mean any disrespect to Godfather, but I want to play God of War and San Andreas more than anything else. But my TV has to go all colorless at this point. Now I am looking for some kind of converter. According to some we don't get that converter in India. I don't see any reason for that. Probably they just tell me that because they don't have it. But I have faith in the guys at Lamington road. Those people can get any damn electronic contraption in the world. All you need to do is look for it. So either converter or the European version of the games would do.

The next thing I did was......ahm......joined the gym. I know many of you are either shaking your heads in disbelief or laughing. Many would find it impossible to believe that I, Bhushan Pangaonkar, would actually join a gym. But I did it. I am so proud of myself. It was long overdue.

Now the next thing I did was to actually go to the gym. Getting up at 5 in the morning is not fun. Surprisingly I haven't hit the maximum of the pain meter yet. It's not that I want it or that I am more fit than I think. But I think that the trainer is waiting for the right opportunity. I could sense it.

Let's see what happens.

Brain Under Construction

The brain of this blogger is under construction.
So this site will remain offline for few days.
Please bear wih us.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
Till then take care.

Spidey is here

Spidey is coming. On 4th May.
I would love to go for the first day first show. But I won't sadly. I rarely go to the movies by planning beforehand. Plans always fail. They have to be spontaneous. Arre bore ho gaya hai. Chal koi to movie dekhte hai. It has to be like that.
My friend used to work with a very famous studio. He invited me to many first day shows. But I never went. Strange right?????
That's because I am not a movie buff.
But this is spidey we are talking about. Have to see the movie.
I didn't like the first movie though. Don't ask me why. I myself don't know. But it's water under the bridge now. Lot has happened since. Played a couple of spidey games. Watched the second movie and loved it.

By the way the decision to watch the second movie was also spontaneous. We were at college at usual. It was raining. Mumbai monsoon. I don't remember whether we bunked the lectures or we got an off because nobody was there. The reason I don't remember because I used to bunk nearly everyday. Attending the lectures was something to remember. So we decided to watch the movie. We were sure that we wouldn't get any tickets in any nearby cinemas. So we decided to go to a cinema in Dahisar. I think the name was Movie Gem. Let me assure you there was nothing gem about it.
Now let me describe something about Mumbai. I leave in the suburb of Andheri. My college was in Parle. At walking distance. And we decided to go to Dahisar in the middle of heavy rains. By local train of course. The pain!!! Only a real Mumbaikar would know it. I am a very lazy and laid back person. But that day something was wrong with me. Otherwise I would have never agreed with it.
We pinpointed that cinema because the rates were lucrative. 20 rupees!!!!!!!!!!!!
For college going students it was nothing short of a lottery. So we four finally set for Dahisar. Out of those four 2 were residents of Dahisar and other was of Mira Road. Just a station ahead. No one else was brave enough to go so far. Moi alone.
Are you guys still with me? Please raise your hand if something is not clear. No hands!! Good. Let's continue.
One crazy fella was wearing floaters. It was all wet and slippery in the underground. So we made him stand still and started pushing him. We literally had to drag him so that he wouldn't fall on his face and ruin our movie plan.
Finally we reached the cinema only to find that all 20 rupees tickets were sold out. I know you are laughing. I would too. But it wasn't funny at all then. With God's grace we received 40 rupees tickets. 40 is still better than 100 plus rates of multiplex.
Now we were inside the hall. The seats were specifically designed to torture the people of my size. There was no leg space either. For next 2 hours I was sitting with my hands and legs close to my body. Squeezed. But it was all worth it. The movie was superb. Fantastic.
Worth every pain that was inflicted on me that day(OK.....I am being too dramatic here. But it's really no fun sitting in that position for 2 hours with wet clothes).

And now Spider-Man 3 is arriving. Who knows what might happen this time.

Insomniac of the day (or night)

It's 3 in the morning and I can not sleep. I suspect the reason behind it being I hogged like a...well hog...at lunch and slept for 4-5 hours. (Don't judge me. It's Sunday. And it was the first Aam-ras of the season.)
I was tossing and turning in bed till now and couldn't take it anymore and as a result I am here posting at this odd hour.
Maybe I should post something meaningful for once. Something like....something like.....somethiinng likeeee...zzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

.......and Brian Lara retires

The last of the West Indian greats decides it's time to quit.
Nothing more to say.

My sickness, future and PlayStation 2

I am sick. For last few days. Not metaphorically but really. Lots of cough. Weather change. Usually I get back to my normal self within few days. But this time it's taking longer than usual. A whole day of sitting in AC certainly doesn't help me. And to avoid coughing my guts out I have to take liberal amount of cough syrup in office. That makes me sleepy as hell. Very tight situation.
Anyways. As I was saying that I am sick. It's sickening. Really. I can't eat ice cream. I can't drink anything cold. When everyone is having cold drinks and other stuff, I am drinking hot water even when there is scorching heat. Not that I like cold drinks. But still. By the way I don't know why but I don't like them.
Also I can't eat pizza. It has got nothing to do with my cough (ok...a little) but because I am trying to avoid junk food.
Why do the most desirable and pleasurable things in life tend to give us either heart attack or cancer or AIDS??????
lolz. Just kidding.
It seems like I can't do anything of my liking these days. Which reminds me of my another dilemma.

When I started working I had two specific objectives.
One to pre-order the seventh Harry Potter book. (Which I did just a couple of days back. Yappie)
The second one to buy a PlayStation 2. (I know that PlayStation 3 is out but I still prefer PS2 partly because it runs every game that I ever wanted to play and partly because I can afford it). I am very close to achieve that objective. Just a few weeks more and I'll have it.
But as it turns out my dad has plans for my money. No surprise there. He always has plans.
This will help you in future. That's his usual punch line (Here punch line means the line that hits me in the face like a punch). I agree with him totally. Usually I go with him. And here's where the dilemma starts.

I have been dreaming about PS2 for years now. Dad never bought it because he really dislikes gaming. Thinks it's a waste of time and money. Specifically in my case because I have no control over myself when in comes to gaming. Totally agreed. I am a complete waste in that regard. Or rather I was. Now I am a lot wiser (What an achievement!!). And that's why I want to buy it. It's really important for me.
If I go with dad my plan for PS2 will be postponed for god knows how much time.

Is it really necessary every time to care for the future at the cost of present?

My heart's desire versus my brain's logic. The age old battle. In the past I have nearly always listened to the logic. And I have rarely regretted it. I am just too much practical. Can't help it.
I can always buy PS2 later. But will it be really desirable at that point? Will I really want it like I do now?

Next few weeks are going to be tough. What do I do? What will I do?

I really need to read Rich Dad Poor Dad again.

Days of School

Nihal Kenkre is my near & dear friend. A colorful and very very original character. The first and last of his kind to roam the surface of the planet.
He is the same friend I mentioned in my earlier post who felt betrayed by me.
I didn't know he had a poetic side. He claims that he discovered it while getting his B.E degree. Out of depression. Many people discover their hidden talents while taking their degrees. What kind of talents did I discover is a subject of different topic altogether and a very big one at that.
Right now we are talking about Nihal.
He has something to say about his school days.

Few lines about my school life...

Na jaane main kaha ja raha tha,
Na jaane kya paane ja raha tha,
Yuhi subah waha pahuch jata tha,
Jaha duniya ka gyaan bata jata tha!

Ek tha principal, bahut the teachers,
Jab classess shuru the, sab pakte the sar,
Sabhi the ladke, ladkiyan thi kam,
Taraste taraste din guzarte the hum.

Hafte ke beech mein chutti aati thi,
Us din homework ki tayyari ki jati thi,
Woh din Guruwaar tha,
Homework karte karte Somwaar aata tha......

1st unit test, 2nd unit test,1st term, 2nd term,
Itne sab exams dete the hum,
Paper mein bhale kuch nahi likha ho,
Result mein usse dugni umeed karte the hum!!!

March ka mahina aata tha,
Final exams shuru hone ka time aata tha,
Pata nahi waqt kya khel khelta tha,
Lekin woh mahina beetne mein ek saal lagta tha!!!

Yeh sab karte karte hum dusvi mein aa gaye,
Bhole banke humne vacation classes join kar liye,
Usi time mein ek ladki mere dil ko bhaayi,
Tabhi to mirchi bhi lagti thi mithai!!

MORE TO COME.....stay tuned!!!!

With some difference this is true in everybody's case.

What say you?