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?

Chronicles of weekend

It's getting unbearably hot by every passing day. And it's still April.
Earlier I quite didn't realize it's seriousness because my routine is to get into rickshaw then spend the day in AC and at the evening again return by rickshaw.
But today I had to go to Lamington Rd for some work. I was roaming the streets at 12 noon.
Thanks a million to the person who invented bottles. It is at moments like these when you learn to appreciate the beauty and importance of smaller things in life. Like bottles, water bottles. God how much I love them.

That's afternoon. I spent my morning at my dad's office repairing his computer.
The actual task took less than 5 minutes as I knew what was wrong with it.
It was the other things that ate up my time. To get that blasted CPU out of it's cabin, and to remove it's plastic cover, to put back the cover and most important put back the CPU in it's place. Too much of work. My PC at home is half open. All nuts removed. You only have to slide the cover and voila! One motherboard and components at your service. And besides it becomes even more difficult when people make a huddle around you as if you are a street juggler.

Later that day in evening I had plans with a friend. Pop Tates. Once every month. It is one thing that I never miss. But I cancelled the plan. When I told my friend about canceling the meeting he didn't speak for a few seconds. He was shocked to the core. He never expected such a thing from me. I swear I heard the words like traitor, betrayer even though he was silent. Sound of silence!!!
But the prospect of traveling for another 45 or so minutes was horrifying.
I just couldn't do it. I decided to spend my Saturday evening drinking water. And lots of it. That was my plan.
Instead I spent it with my couple of friends, roaming aimlessly for 4 hours.
Out of those 4 hours we spent 2 hours planning for Sunday lunch. Where do we want to go?
Let's go here, no let's go there instead. There is this place I heard about let's try there.
In the end we all came to conclusion that it's better to have lunch at our own respective places.

Later that night I saw Bangladesh stunning South Africa. What the hell is wrong with Bangladesh? Don't they know how to respect the elders? I wasn't even watching the match at the beginning. Animax was a better choice. But then later I had to. I guess every plan for the day was meant to go for a toss.

After such an eventful Saturday, Sunday was bound to be anti-climactic. I was sleeping for half day. And other half I can't remember. Where did that go? I still can't figure out.

Anyway, hopefully you all had better weekend.
Ciao!!

New Blog Game - BackLink To Me

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Hello! My Name is Bhushan. My website is at http://pangaonkar.blogspot.com . I have a BackLink to Abru. Here is how the game works:

1. Create a new post and title it, “New Blog Game - BackLink To Me“.
2. Copy my entire post and paste it into your new post.
3. Change my name to your name.
4. Change my website address to your website address
5. Change the name of the person I have a backlink to my name!
6. Link my name back to the url of this post!

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If you decide to play the new blog game, please remember to link directly to this post, not my home page. I already have a link to that here on this post.

Please write a quick comment here on this post to let me know you are playing! That way I can keep track.

Have Fun!

Master Blasted

So finally Sachin spoke.
It means only one thing that internal chaos in Indian Cricket Team is way more than what we see. He is not the kind of person who gives public statements about controversial issues.
You can question his technique, or his form and his timing etc.
But not his attitude, his dedication and commitment towards cricket. Never that.
He is the same person who resumed the tournament after attending his father's funeral.
He is the same person who played with a broken thumb in the last World Cup.
He is the same person who threw Shoaib Akhtar into the stadium for that awesome six over the point.
Chappell really pushed his buttons this time.
No matter what happens Sachin is still Sachin. If Chappell doesn't understand that, he doesn't understand Indian cricket.
But then again if commitment was there, it wasn't visible on the field.
Hopefully something better will come out of this situation. Blessing in disguise!!

This tournament is going to have long lasting effect on Indian cricket, if not the world cricket.
Kerry Packer version 2 (Read: Subhash Chandra) is the first person to dive into this pool.
Many will follow.

What will happen next?

Brotherhood of Bottle

Many were fallen but few still stood till the end.
A few who refused to give up. They came together and thus was formed the Brotherhood of Bottle.
Three friends. One goal. To protect the last living member of a nearly dead family line.
To protect the Dodo.

Only the worthy shall be enlightened with the knowledge.
Are you that chosen one?

Clue 1:
13-8-3-2-1-1-5-21
SULPHUR CALCUTAUS

In Mauritius, along the shores,
lies a secret many years old,
they searched and searched for years
only to find the bones of his peers.

Clue 2:
at a station on the central line,
where the mind solace finds
in the PAPER everyday
he goes there from anywhere!!!

Clue 3:
And comes the dearth and fuss..
so shall come happiness and sad..
bourdans and guns are icy cold..
here comes destruction by dodo..

Clue 4:
through the darkness he shall arise....
only to cause his own demise....
in the world that is beyond time....
Bhushan Pangaonkar is divine


Let the quest begin......

P.S: This quest is only for people who know those three friends and the Dodo. Others can keep guessing but I am afraid that you will never find the answer.

P.S: Just because my name is mentioned does not mean that I am that Dodo.

Game of Uncertainty

cricket really is a game of uncertainty. like India's win over Bermuda. hee hee.

didn't see the match yesterday. Too sleepy. So thats 2 nights in a row.
still i'm mad at that miss caller.

Miss Caller

The day before yesterday I was up till 3.30 in the morning watching the India vs. Bermuda match(and also because there were many mosquitoes enjoying a late night match with their favorite drink. i.e. my blood). I had to wake up early to go to work. So, yesterday I went to bed earlier than usual. Just before 11.00 my sister woke me up to tell me that someone was calling me on my mobile. Before I could pick it up the caller hanged up. He didn't even call back. My slumber was broken and I was up till 2 in the morning. Again!!!!!
And what's more. Today is Sri Lanka vs. Bangladesh. A match that will help to decide India's fate in the World Cup. That's three nights in a row!!!!

I am going to die.
And so is that miss caller.

Carnage at Queens Park

I am not talking about India's match against Bermuda.
So we made 413 against them. Big deal!!
I am talking about Saturday. I won't call Bangladesh a giant killer. They have already hunted us before once and Australia too along with others. Now that's killing a giant.
What I really want to talk about is our absolute surrender. Bangladeshis played fabulously that day. They outperformed Blue Brigade in every department.
The real question is why did "the boys" let them?
Sehwag......I don't think I can write anything more about him than what is already written and said. His 114 against Bermuda won't convince me.
The way Dhoni got out was unforgivable.
Tendulkar really confuses me. So does Dravid.
Agreed that bowling was good but was it good enough to destroy the Indian batting line-up? Was it good enough to not put up any resistance?
India's Super Eight entry was taken granted for which is the way it should have been. Now we must win against Sri Lanka and wait to see the outcome of other matches in group B.
This WC is sure turning out to be explosive. India struggling to get to next level.
Pakistan out of the tournament. Bob Woolmer passed away. International cricket and especially South Africa owes to this man big time.
He brought revolution in the sport. With technology and fielding.
Hats off to him!!

I love Bandeh...

Kandisa was the first Indian Ocean song I heard. That was 6-7 years back. I heard and I immediately fell in love with that song. I used to continuously listen it for hours. Then I suddenly stop listening Indian Ocean. Why? I really don't know.
Now after listening Bandeh I ask that question to myself many times.
If you haven't heard that song people, then please do so.
It's absolutely beautiful.