Nexxt is whattt - Cricket is Hott??

Just yesterday surfing through the channels I came across this bizarre ad ever. No...not the LG..Don't be misled by the title..they suck anyway. 'welcome to the touch generation' - oh yeah?? in comparision to the killer i-Phone (don't even get started with me on features, price, blah blah blah..i-Phone rocks..Hands down...)  even with so much Aamir doing various acrobatic dances, nothing comes closer to the pure beauty of touch that i-Phone offers...

Anyways it's the latest Pepsi's "First Ball ka Captain" commercial featuring Dhoni and the same guy from Aircel commercial, you know the one who fears his chances and Dhoni magically assures him after few clicks of button logs on to cricinfo and all that. Talking of which what the heck was that whole ad about? - Hello?? 3-G ain't there boss.. it's still raining GPRS here..Whom are they trying to fool - music downloads, ticket booking, net browsing..all this with only Aircel?? I just don't get the funda behind this campaign..

Again..coming back to the Pepsiiiiiiiiiiiii.. well..as the name implies you drink drink drink Pepsi, see the lid, nothing written? ..no prob..drink drink drink, something written? ..Hurrah!!!!! You just won yourself tickets to ICC T-20 world cup at England.. This, in the words of Punita Lal, Executive Director - Marketing, Pepsi Co India, " which we are introducing to spice up this year’s tournament to add even more excitement to the matches and give our cricket crazy consumers the cricket experience of a lifetime." That set me into thinking for what might be next just to set already mindless craziest and well ..let's just stick to those two.. fans..

1. Getting to Bat the first ball..obvious..ain't it? When you start with bowling..then the batting..
2. First Ball wicket-keeping
3. First Ball fielding
4. Or matter of fact just to keep the pulse even more racing why not have it at the last ? Say Last ball captain, Getting to bat the last ball, Getting to field the last ball
5. Still not enough? Hmm..let's say ..commentating for the first 5 minutes..This just doesn't sound that exciting. I know. But hey we are crazy after all..
6. Bringing drinks during the breaks- this was already there if I remember well.
7. Chance to participate in the first five minutes of team discussion. Wow..irresistable..ain't it? The drinks would go sky-rocketing if this comes up..
8. Chance to give the prizes to the winning captain..that might just mess things up..you know in case India lose but conditions always apply..right?
9. Chance to appear the first 1 minute in the ad commercial? hmm..that might be too lonely if this started with Coke--they just got Gambhir now who is desperate to sell friends..
10. Man..how did I miss the most pivotal of ..Umpring?? Woah!!!!!!!!! Umpring for the first ball, first minute..In the ranks of 10 this might be just be 6..But still it's appetising enough..And actually this might turn out to be a advantage.. Just keep saying no-ball, no-ball and you get to be there more and more..I know with so many camera's analysing things it just can't happen that way..but let's say it can..how aweshomeee...

As crazy as those things might sound I still feel at least some of it might become reality. Ok, just to keep the things straight this particular campaign is only to bowl against greats like Dilip Vengserkar, Jonty Rodes etc and not a live match. It wouldn't be surprising at all just to pulp the already crazy cricket fan, they might just do anything . 

The first time I felt something seriously wrong was during the last IPL . Commentators talking to the players while on the dressing room is understandable, but talking directly with the guy who is batting or with a person who is fielding and with the guy who is bowling..You gotta be kidding me..It was annoying and irritating.. What's your strategy? How are you going to bowl now? How are your chances?? - my foot...And then the technology improvement is just fascinating to say the least - hawk eye, aerial view of all the balls with the trajectories, ball-by ball motion within an over, extending the same thing further ..all the balls bowled by the bowler, lbw through third umpire, noice meter to check for an edge, and the most recent to hit the screens - heat analysis..just to see where the ball strikes. 

This isn't all. In one of the articles from Dataquest I read during the last IPL the live images clicked by King Khan through his cell were sent automatically to all the guys who subscribed to it. I don't know how they did it as there was no such publicitiy at all but take it from me it did happen. In either ways these things keep getting more and more --technology and marketing...all for one cause--to cash in on the crazy customers...If you have any more crazy ideas do put it in or if you think I missed any..just put it in your comments...Until then...you youngstupistaaansss... see ya...

Slumdog Millionaire - Rags to Richest?

It' funny how you get stuck and just can't come out of it (Just checked the log history there were two drafts with the same title... damn..isn't there anything like Primary key here?? hello?? Google?? you listening buddy? ) ... Long long ago in one our usual maa-beta converssations involving food, movies and books we chanced upon this film. Of course the whole world was buzzing with the 'OSCAR' 'OSCAR' and naturally it piques anyone's curiosity. And my mom wanted to know how I felt about the movie, did it really justify all the hype, how much of it stays true to the book, wasn't Big B right in airing his views about the demeaning way in which India is potrayed, on and on it went. It was then I made biggest mistake of my life ... I told her... I mean...I just told her... I would blog about it....And the rest they say is History.

Well almost would have been history...So maa...ab meri bari aa gaya hai aapko diya vaada nibane ka aur ye blog aapko dedicate kar raha hoon... 

Friends and folks...as promised here I present you the most un-anticipated review of the most beloved /hated (depends on which you belong) movie of our times - "Slumdog Millionaire".

Review-

Plot -

Set in the backdrop of Dharavi, Mumbai the biggest Asian slum, this is the story of Jamal and his rags to riches story literally and becoming the first person to win the contest "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" contest. But Jamal is not Harshavardan Nawathe or any genious jackpot..he is just ordinary person selling tea in a call center. The movie begins with this basic premise as one of the charecters in the movie says "What can a Slumdog Possibly know?"..

Beaten, tortured and electrocuted (in that order) the police officers who arrest Jamal can extract no information at all and they just refuse to believe his side of innoncence that he didn't cheat, or have any nexus etc.. They hike up the fuse and electrocute him once more till he almost dies, and that's when he coughs up with blood saying he knew all the answers before. What follows is a series of flip flops from present to past swtiching between the questions and answers as every answer he knew was some part/incident of his life right from his childhood if you can call that..

Interestingly as I read in one of the IMDB's reviewer, his life is reconstructed through the questions as everything fits right from the start to finish..Very Very rare indeed..One in Million Chance that anything like this can ever happen. But that's the beauty of fiction, anything and everything is possible. 

Music -

This definitely is not the Rehman's best but it's definitely the best of anything non-Rehman that has come out of this year and yes that means the very own Masakali-6..Background plays a pivotal role in this movie and the maestro has seen to it nothing, absolutely nothing goes astray. Too bad I couldnt' see in theater but if a 13' inch laptop with a low cost Creative speakers is enough to thump my heart with every beat of Ooooohhh Saaaayaaaaa yeeee ohhhhh Saaaamaa as the camera zooms through lanes and by lanes of Dharavi, I just can imagine the exiliratign adrenaline that gushes through someon watching it in the huge PVR cinemas..My god..one of the best opening sequences I have seen for a long long time - the lazy fat cop chasing the dusty children and teh way camera moves and the single shot from the top as it ends showing you exactly how big the whole canvas really is - speechless.  Paper Planes, Gangsta Blues are exact contrasting beats with teh same theme that is played when we see Jamal's transformation from a very angry young man to 'the' man as he comes to take the big fat kill. 

Frankly for me 'Jai Ho' was jai ho...maybe because I didn't hear between the sounds so to speak. And partly due to at the end of the movie I was more disappointed and the supposedly reviving of faith in humanity kinda feeling was totally amiss..It was just another song...An oscar worthy song? - Definitely think not..

Best Parts -

1. As already mentioned first and foremost is the opeining song and the sequence after the titles rollover.
2. Amazing picturisation- the entire sequence of the Jamal and his brother running away from the riots, the kids escaping the gang before they are maimed through the train, stealing the food from the top a moving train with rope tied around eachother, when Jamal (the second adult) gets supposedly thrown off the building, the colt- revolver sequence and that's alllll.
3. Rehman's music- ya  I have already told that. But I would just like to add the songs grow on you as you listen and I mean all of them excepting the wildly club song - ring ringa ringa..it just so nauseates but aptly suited for the film though. 

Groans -

1.  I felt this movie completely disjointed for one thing between the episodes/answers/flashbacks. The characters were very shallow, eerily sketched and little more story would have given the depth they were looking for. I mean the hunt for latika, surviving like nomads by living swindling, hoodwinking people, acting like a quack to the point of reaching the t.v. show. There is absolutely no emotional attachment.
2. Anil Kapoor-that's it. Not his fault really if that's the director's choice. Making fun of the contestants in a reality show and making poor jokes and making audiences jeer at him. Common I don't think anyone would tolerate that - certainly not regular Indians who are some of the ones who work so hard to be in contests like this. Channels like NDTV, TIMES NOW would go ga-ga and run whole week with that kind of stuff.
3. Wading through shit literally to get an autograph?? -that's the sickest thing I have ever seen in a movie ever. That's taking liberties too far. And shockingly when I was seeing the movie on lappie one of my roomies proudly said when the shot came - isn't it awesome?? wow the kid did excellent job... God, maybe Boyle was catering to people like this..IT's just plain disgusting if you ask me.
4. 3 different persons each play the role of Jamal and his brother along with Latika. After seeing movies like City of God, Legends of the Fall, etc where the central characters grow as the movie progresses there is a certain chemistry between the characters in them but here it just ain't there. It feels completely new like a re-hash of things.

Overall - 

Frankly I enjoyed the book "Q & A" -- Vikas Swarup,  immensely and had a huge expectations on the film with all the gung-ho sorrounding the movie. The book had such a gripping narrative. However far fetched from the reality the events might sound maybe it still had a way to connect with us through each story.  The film on other hand staying 50% true to the book just couldn't deliver the goods. Getting down to the hard realities, common guys face it. We just never want to see anything bad about us and feeling repulsive is justifiable but why is it that we have to make such a hue and cry over it? It's just a movie. Isn't it? I just don't see any difference between the reactions of the people for a movie like 'The Da Vince Code'  and a movie like this. Don't same rules apply- it's just a movie by a noted American Director based on a book that deals with the same issues and a lot more.  No, it absolutely does not deserve so many nominations and teh accolades it has received. It just goes to show how easy it is to emotinally manipulate people overseas. Final verdict - 2/5...Watch it if you like..well..watch it..

the importance of being clueless

Believe it or not it's really important to be clueless, you know that's when people do lot of things. I mean it's a vicious circle to start with and once decided you can never go forward.

I mean it's as they say have goals, have targets, have this, have that- yes have something, don't have nothing, that ain't too good you know. And try to work on it for a while till you get tired and then stop it. And well you postpone it and before you know it you never even wanted to start it.

This was me and you and everyone out there who thinks in the same manner. Now it would definitely blow your brains out if I say I am not going to do this anymore and would stick to my plans - first and foremost complete my sql certification by month end i.e. year end..one at the same..i know , you know? ...

Then GMAT for crying out loud... and then mail all the folks that I know, and some that I don't know, get knowing the, what course to pursue, US or Europe or Australia or India. Then well, that's all for now..

Phew...well hope this really acts as a wake up call every time i see it which am afraid might be long enough as the kind of laziness that creeps in a blogger's mind is ..forget it am tooo lazy to even write it...

That's what this post is all about now.. being clueless and wild and lively...

See you soon amigos..coming up next is a movie review of... wait and watch...

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Naaaaaaa... no way.........hmmmmm.....oh ya??? no need.........hmmm...naaaa...naaaaaa...naa..naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan ... na

nopes.........won't.......will not..........phew.........hmmmmmmmm...naaaaaa...naaa na na ..nananana.. naaaaa naaa naaaaaa naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ... na na na......

hmmmmmmmmmmm.............hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......phew...that does it.... sick of writing comeback blogs... 

Am back again.......Yippieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :)

Happy whattheheck is it day?

Ok, first things first you all know what I am talking about right? No?? Jeez, I don't even feel like saying it but will say it : Friendship Day.

The mere mention of the supposedely perfectly common thing to say just gives me jitters. I mean I feel my whole body freezing up with yuckiness just thinking about phoning a friend and saying : "Hi... Happy Friendship Day mamma/yaar/whatever" or even in the chat. Am I normal in my thinking? How in the goddamn world does one can say that with a straight face and looking into your friends eyes? I mean this ain't a birthday to cheer him up or a festival to wish him good luck and prosperity. WTH is the day supposed to signify? 

No , I don't want some damn google link that takes me to a page giving me some stupid reason and convincing me that one such day occurs on first sunday of every goddamn year. Do I really need a day to remember to phone all my friends and tell them "Hey..am still here buddy...see i phoned you.. will do the same next year...bye" ? What's the point in doing somethign that you don't really mean it? Like you know for sure you ain't gonna call him/her again in the coming fortnights for one thing, so taking this as a excuse makes it much more demeaning. If this is a means to rekindle a relationship then no thanks ... I have my own normal ways to do that.

I mean as is relationships in this world and age are detiorating as fast as bengal tigers population. At least from the people I know of IT world are all the same.Lost in touch with old pals, happy with the present colleagues, golden college days forgotten, hesitant to be the one to start off where things were left. So this artificial kindling of such things just suck.

Now coming to the actual point of the post, I got 5 sms's that day and excepting for one I haven't replied to any. And ya even in that one I never really wrote those 3 dreaded words but instead just told her how much she means to me as a friend (that was for Laxman bhai..she ain't read my blogs yet as predicted :) ). Girls...they have their own sentis you know..so...Anyways I don't know what the other 4 must be thinking but I sure do know they think I am a jerk or a high-brow or snobbish or whatever which is what really puts me off with expereincing it with just one guy...

Like Ranjit who next day when he asked about the sms, I told him "Ya, I got it around 12 in the night"....and the next thing he said pissed me off to no end... "Well..I would have said the same if I were you". Goddamn him. He thought I was trying to bloody make up an excuse??? I felt like thrwoing him off the cafetria top floor for good.  Eventually I let him know I don't care these things and for the love of god am sorry if you were expecting it from me... 

That was from my best pal and I don't even want to second guess what other think. Well just wanted to let off my steam onto this blog and now I feel very relieved I have done so.Personally I want this view of mine drilled firmly like the way they are told "bad things are actually bad" from childhoood to all my friends....please guys/girls....Don't wish anyone such days...it just is plain sick....

An Essay - III

And finally ladies and gentlemen I present you with the essay...

Hi Mom,

I love you because...

You are simply the best. Everything that you do be it the food you prepare, or the dress you buy for me, or the gifts you buy me have so much love and warmth bundled within, it just overwhelms me and I don’t know if I can ever repay you. I still remember the time when you sat with me and shared my grief when I just couldn’t stop crying for not getting placed in the campus selections. You gave me so much reassurance and hope telling me failures are part of life and we should always focus on doing our best. It eased my pain and I got successfully recruited in the next company. It is all thanks to your encouragement that I inculcated some good habits like book-reading, actively participating in games and literary events. Also it is with great pride I can say I can say I share all my personal troubles and fears with you and not once feel uncomfortable unlike many of my other friends. Thank you mom for everything and you are the most wonderful person in my life.

!!!!Me and My mom...!!!!!

I am not at all satisified with what I wrote but content and happy and thanks to it I have written a series not one blog but three....Awsome!!!!

An Essay - Part II

(Note:Please read this first for a better clarity. Sometimes I wonder is it necessay to post such things, isn't it obvious, when there is something titled II , there gotta be I and that one with minimum common sense would read that first and then come here? Well naah... I doubt it.)

"Jee...tried really hard. That's the best I could come up with. Could you review it and send me your comments" - I smsed her before I slept after sending her my unfinished tome.

Woke up the next day around 12 with a missed call and a message from Aditi madam wishing me luck and to continue. Lucky enough I was as Eswar was out and I had the whole net to myself, only me, yeah... Finishing my morning chores I opened up lappie and ping, ping sounds were up and running. It seemed it wasn't so lucky after all for everyone. Laxmanji had forgotten her e-support password and for hours she was trying to get it back. And god was she not frustrated and hence couldn't really give her thoughtful comments on my essay leaving "me" much more dampened. Anyways I thought if not mine let her's get through, so I was on the chat trying to know the updates and also told her that I was dropping out due to lack of ideas, that can't go through this anymore as I felt as I was being forced to write and all that. But she was adamant and gave me hints on what I could write about : first gift, food, support, joyous moments, caring moments etc. That sounded reasonable enough but I gave up in my mind and told her I would continue after lunch.

Srinu had brought me Meghna Biryani. It was the second one of the week. I was still feeling groggy and sleepy but the fresh aroma of the delecious dish just woke my spirits up and had a bellyfull lunch. Went back in the room and saw laxman bhai was offline. So she must have finally completed it, good for her. I called her up to congratulate before I went back to sleep. Her voice sounded low and I knew something was up. I got the biggest kick of the day. It's like this. It seems she got her password and that there was no copy paste. Bollocks, that's total crap. Who is gonna type it all over?? Okay, that apart as she was typing she realized she wasn't able to fit in more than one paragraph...

Woah..what was going on? Were we late? Is the D-Day over? Are all our efforts going down the drain? Apparently not. No, it is just that we were too dumb to read the rules. Real dumb. We had a limit of 1000 characters not words. 1000 c-h-a-r-a-c-t-e-r-s - characters. And that was what was bothering her and as for me I just couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing incredulously. Holy Crap!!! I mean part of the blame has gotta be on me too for I was the one who had told her much before 1000 words means 1 and a half page and that it's really huge task. So she didn't bother to recheck. But now, I felt real sorry for her. Frankly I couldn't believe when she said she had her essay of 1000 words ready about her dad and I congratulated her wholeheartedly for her achivement. It seemed all waste now. Anyways she said she was trying hard to cut down the sentences and make reperations.

But one good thing out of all this was I still had a bit of hope. I could see a more realistic goal now. I talked with her little while longer profusely empathising with her and thanking her the same to finish what I have completed - one of the most difficult tasks of my life.Phew....DAMN...Gotta Essay to write... With a huge smile on my face and with immense happiness I set out to Hrithik's place. I was like a zombie there half-listening half-thinking of the essay and not at all interested to stay there further. As soon as the "things" finished rushed back home and shut myself inside the room. It was around 6:30 my second innings began...

A great excitement was building within as I waited the com to power up. 1000 characters. yippie. But like a moth struck by lightning by the time I had the cursor ready with the first letter I was clueless again. But then I realized if I can't do this I would never be able to forgive myself for all the efforts that I had put in for the last few days. With the help of my last writeup and after a large amount of editing, I finally completed it around 9:30. 3 full hours. My, my...horrendous by any standards and a wake up call to my thinking and writing abilities too...

An Essay - Part I

And that's all it took to tear me apart to pieces. Something like this happens, you know there is something seriously wrong with you...

It's like this. We had an essay competetion titled "Dear Dad & Mom". You gotta write a essay of 1000 characters. It need not necessarily be for both. You could chose either of them and write. Well, first thing I did was to forward to some of my friends including certain Laxman Bhai (actual name Vaishali Laxman, henceforth will be known only as Laxman Bhai till she foresakes/resents/protest/raise a voice/ whatever which I "highly" doubt because she is never gonna see this blog ..trust me .. :) ).

As it happens I somehow didn't feel like writing till the D-Day was in horizon which for me is either 24 hrs or 48hrs. In the meantime like a pupil, I was checking up daily with her progress on the essay, goading her, encouraging her. Kept reminding her how bad her dad would feel if she won't write now that she has already told him. As for me I somehow was confident I could complete it.

"Hey, How is your essay going on? I am done with mine.." - Aditi madam reports. Oooh..Done? Well that's ...that sucks..I haven't even staretd mine, I mean did start, wrote one para. I replied back saying I will also complete it pucca by tomorrow for 8th time I believe in the last 8 days :) . Had dinner, opened my laptop and determined to complete itstarted thinking. For a long time nothing happened. Then panic struck. 1000 words about why I love my mom??? Holy crap, I don't have 1000 words, have only 150 and that too it was about my placement and how my mom helped me go through that difficult phase when I couldn't stop crying after getting rejected from TCS. Well, after writing that I was stuck. Had no clue whatsoever what should I go with. My thoughts were blocked and the words 1000 kept ringing in my ear. I felt very constricted, unable to have fluent thoughts and hence it seemed very herculean to me.  Or maybe I have forgotten how to write about something static in the sense something like what's your inspiration? Who is your Role Model? Write something about your job?

Common I can blog about my trip, my daily activities, Hari's driving , Chitti's musings, Hrithik's (Roshan) cooking habits, but reminiscing good ole days, trying to capture some time, reviewing a person and when that person is THE most important persons of your life I just couldn't get it out. Given a chance I can think of some nice things to write in a greeting, or a mail to her but to really bring an essay of 1000 words - i was not up for it. 

But I had a promise to keep and save my face too (as i said i was literallly badgering her daily with this...) so I stayed on with my laptop on my lap in front of t.v. with Srinu and Mr.Revanth Wipro. It was 12' O clock in the night. I was just reeling from the day's activities, saw 'Kung Fu' Panda in the morning, went to a play in the evening, did some roaming in the middle and needless to say I was tired. And all my focus was on completing the essay. Kept chanting to myself : focus, focus...

I start typing something, then look at T.V. Some random 2 year old hits were being played in Geimini in the progarm "latest hits". Half an hour goes by. Damn...Gotta Essay to Write

Some thoughts did gather in that passing time but nothing I could pen down elegantly. Again the temptation of checking out the reviews of "The Dark Knight" reigns in. I log on to imdb, check the rating. Holy molly cow!!! It is number #1. So I check out all the external reviews: Roger Ebert's, Variety, CineFan, Rotten Tomatoes, - The verdict is clear, it's a winner and my heart was thumping hard , i wanted to desperately see it. Reality came crashing hard. Damn...Gotta Essay to Write...

Focus..Focus...nothing..no..wait..yup.. why not write about her taste in Chinese, her aversion to lizards, her favorite Choclate ice-cream, the overflowing lunch box that she packs and chides you that I eat less when in fact that lunch box is sufficient for two?...how can I fit these with the essay? ...you also like all those things...so?...hmmm...I click on Gtalk and see familiar faces online at that point of hour ( 2:45 a.m.) Jash bhai and Venkat (heceforth only venkat..no Swaminaidu..). Somehow didn't feel like pinging Jash but Venkat..I had to...

I hear the same from him "Mindblowing action movie dude...for the heck of your goddamn life don't miss it..just don't..superb movie" ... so i chat for a while... 20 minutes pass..Damn...Gotta Essay to Write...

Around 4, Eswar comes out, poor thing... a stomach upset and he goes vomiting outside, drinks up some water, looks at me ,says nothing, goes back to the room. An hour had passed by, still I was the same where I was, with two paras and nothing more, nothing less, neither the thoughts nor the inclination. I could feel some pain in my arms, legs and in my eyes too... Well took a face wash, did some warm up exercies, felt as if i was  fresh..slept on teh floor with laptop in front of the pillowand started typing, typed whole lot of random things, broken sentences, strange thougths, whatever I had to do with the topic, then gave up. Saw some parts of 'My Neighbour Totoro' scrolling by and slept with one thought on my mind : Damn...Gotta Essay to Write... It was 5:15.

More to follow...not over yet...

Me and my bike

Let the pictures talk...

Does Swimming Help in Losing Weight?

Watch this space for the next two weeks to find out.

Finally I have woken myself up at 6'o clock today in the morning, washed my face and set out NGV with the Gladiator at my steed. By the time I reached it was around 6:15. I rushed myself into the office to get the formalities done as quickly as possible. But the folks there really wrecked my enthu , I gotta tell ya. Early in the morning finding yourself in mercy of a someone who takes his own time doing things relaxedly, casually, lazily  as if he has just been granted a month's holiday and he being in middle of arranging his items for the vacation and no care in the world, is one of the sickest experience you can come across.I felt like smashing that thin glass that seperated us both and stuff the money in his pocket and just leave, but good sense prevailed and after what seemed like an hour with my payment I started off towards the pool.

Water was lukewarm, not too cold and there were about 6-8 people in the pond. On enquiry when I have come to know that depth of the pool is same throughout and it's only about 5 ft, I laughed my ass off hearing that. I mean that seemed so kiddish. What about PRO's eh? 5 ft?? Where the hell can I dive? you know as they say, if you wannna win some you gotta lose some, diving in this case. Not that I can dive excellent and all that but I thought finally I have a chance to refine it. Anyways the depth too I thought was okay, not really silly but still compared to the last two pools I have been to, this seems well small to be sure and also like some private pool of a hotel, not exactly rectangular, bushes all around, and a guest house like chaging room. 

All in all once inside I started my laps and then something struck me. I realized how much stamina I had lost. I was puffing, panting at the end of my first lap. I mean that's just horrendous. I remember the time I was in OU where I used to do continous 5 laps and it was much bigger than this. Jeez, man that just scared the hell out of me for a while. I pushed myself without a break and could just about do 1 complete lap. Almost..

There was something else going on in my mind as I was going from one end to the other - How many days it will take to lose my weight??? In this age where instant results are of the highest importance I just couldn't take that question off my mind. And after reading this and this I think if I can stick to this for one month at least, I might as well be the bride with highest no. of hits at Shaadi.com ?? Well...only time will tell...

So, ladies and gentlemen, please pray that I stick with swimming for some time to come at least...please... :)