tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921794621212770262012-02-12T05:05:15.030-08:00Catharsisneerajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275574856128009077noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1692179462121277026.post-15852871388442208872011-10-22T03:42:00.000-07:002011-10-22T04:47:56.455-07:00

- dedicated to the Belgian genius of the makers of Asterix - Rene Goscinny & Albert Uderzo The backdrop of the below conversation hovers around the author and his comrades’ steep desire to take part in Pamplona Encierro ’12. You have no idea what that is, of course. If only you could appreciate Spanish culture beyond its women.. The Encierro is Spain’s famous annual bull run, a practice that

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“Remember that Dove-Yahoo contest, the one about Real Beauty? I think I might just write something on that.” “Waxing eloquent on a little brook, a baby girl, a profound poem, eh? How alpha male." “Yes, get me a pink javelin for my next birthday.” “But seriously. Hardly your genre. What inspires this tectonic shift in writing?” “One should always venture to expand his realms. Alexander

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There is a nine year old boy who stays in the house opposite the Narayanan family’s. It is his grand parents’, so usually it is only in the summer vacations that we find this diminutive little being in our midst. The rest of the time he is at school in Chennai. Like most other men and women his age, he is fascinated by Hector, so every evening he comes in his little feet to our house. Hector

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The train sounded its siren, and they hugged each other just like all those who love each other do, on separation. My father and I swiftly turned our heads in every other direction, him staring hard at a bulb, me discovering sudden fascination for a dust bin. They might be married, but that’s no reason for us to be unfazed, or at unperturbed ease when my sister hugs her husband. We are like that

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“Dude, F 21, getting in at the next stop!” I opened a curious eye from under my blanket and looked below. A group of boys, all in the age bracket of 20 to 22 sat hunched in a circle on the lower berths. In perfect synchronization, the train sounded its siren in the background, to give this all important piece of information, the aura and atmosphere it so richly deserved. “Dude, how does one

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That first night, I looked into the pit, and he stared back at me intently. In that brief interlude, as we sized up each other, I knew that he had been named rightly. ‘Hector’, I whispered. A little bigger than my palm now, he’d grow up to be as valiant and handsome as Homer’s Prince of Troy, my heart said so. I scooped him up from the big Videocon box that was meant to be his bed, and laid him

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If only you knew Sachu, how I felt, when you held the cup in your hands and ran joyfully past me. Up in Sachin Tendulkar Stand, every single person screamed your name as hoarsely as they could, but I just stood there, mute and stunned, the world a blur. For that one moment, you did not hear me chant your name, neither did you see me close my eyes, but that is how we have always been. If only you

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'What is love, if not steadfastly loyal, biased and all-important' - NN beliefs India has entered the final, and what perplexes me is what if this is achieved. What does one do after a dream comes true. For all the tension that shrouded the subcontinent yesterday, the pressure that every cricket lover felt on each side of the border, the skills that the players exhibited, the

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Here’s a nice little question for you. What do you think was God’s master plan when social networks were discovered … invented, if you are ready to fall for that. I think She (I am still talking about God here) had had enough of mankind claiming that they were the superior gender, and wanted to create a parallel world where womankind had every single power available. For a long time, I used to

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”Yaar Mehte, yeh kaisi jagah hai yaar …” - NN, on a long office day when he missed his love,and maybe his datacard too. Disclaimer: Abhay Sen, it is terribly unfair that your name does not find mention here, alas you were in a different department. But do know, you are 'our baby' and there will be a post on you much before I move into another job.Nod. Preface: Somewhere in the outskirts of

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Having not fathered any children yet, I am yet to wander my mind over obscure territories such as what would be the ideal gift for a child celebrating his first birthday. But if asked to give my hypothetical opinion, I would put my pants err foot down for a pair of nappies, or maybe a ball. Anyway, it’s safe to assume that most parents would buy their infant a little dress or toy. And that is why

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Quotes have always found me lapping them up with great delight, especially when they are of the wry variety. They give the writer a chance to tell what he thinks of the world in but a line or two, and if he is able to make the reader ponder, reflect and smile, it is a personal battle triumphed. Unsatisfied by Oxford and Britannica’s efforts to educate us, I take it upon myself to delve into the

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Disclaimer: After almost three months, a post that is not meant for Cricinfo, or some of the other fellas who published me, but just for myself. ‘The trouble with romantic stories is that they do not always have a happy ending. The good part about them is that they are beautiful while they last.’ - Neeraj Narayanan, the last Sunday of Feb '11 Much before this post sees the light of the day, a

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Disclaimer: This article was published by Cricinfo on a winter day early 2011. Preface: Once upon a time, much before Cricinfo became essential to our lives, there was a delightful magazine for all us cricket lovers known as the ‘Sportstar’. It was the year of ’94 or ’95, two years since the game had surged through my veins and made me its seduced captive. Since my colony only had older bullies

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“I'll give you my opinion of the human race in a nutshell. Their heart's in the right place, but their head is a thoroughly inefficient organ” - Somerset Maugham Disclaimer: Sports journalism in Mica has recently seen some aggressive columns and some incredible responses. We should all remember that gallantry can go a long way in the way in determining how people look at us. A major share of

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For all Gb lovers and that includes me,I should have known everything was not right when I opened a blurry eye and saw Gaurav Banerjee or Geebka (as he is known to a few affectionate sources) sitting cross legged near my bed, looking all gung ho and full of beans. The man had never woken up for office before ten thirty, so to see him at my side at seven a.m was quite disconcerting to the eye.“

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Sometimes when you have just turned seven and are roaming about your home in little shorts that at best can be described as hideously tight or plain hideous, the visitors at your place pull you close by your waist and ask you “Dude, what do you want to be in life?” The question travels into your being and then follows you everywhere just like Mary’s little lamb.They couldn’t just let you roam

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The year 1992 saw Bosnia being separated from the Yugoslavian Republic, not knowing that it was heading towards decades of violence and brutalities. The same year Minnesotta's Mall of America, built on 78 acres, became the biggest mall in the world. In a tropical country far far away, around the same time, a small boy watched engrossed, as a few of his countrymen battled it out on foreign lands

neerajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275574856128009077noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1692179462121277026.post-40577464843794221982009-06-16T23:24:00.000-07:002009-06-17T00:55:36.283-07:00

Have u ever, on returning home after months of absence, been greeted by a dog who on sight of you loses complete control of his tail, whose eyes twinkle with oh such selfless love that makes you wonder whether your own feelings for anyone could be so unselfish, whose body rocks with a fervor and gay abandon that put your own dull enthusiasms to shame….. that my friend, is love.This one’s straight

neerajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275574856128009077noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1692179462121277026.post-15050345525361552492009-05-21T09:04:00.001-07:002009-05-21T10:11:43.693-07:00

The Mudra Institute of Communications, Ahmedabad is famous for two things. Roxy, the royal german shepherd and Mr A F Mathew (Author pauses, for everyone to say, “Nero, we are sure you are as famous as they are”). Mathew is a professor of ‘World Culture and Communications’ and is one of the funniest, most sarcastic, and most knowledgable professors India has perhaps known. Of course he’s a mallu

neerajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275574856128009077noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1692179462121277026.post-55220004036826170022009-05-13T08:56:00.000-07:002009-05-13T09:06:17.275-07:00

“We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.”Last weekend, both me and Nishi (my sister) had gone back home.The first day itself, Nishi invited two of her friends over to our place. I was told in advance, that they were pretty & therefore, I took a bath. When I came down finally,all neat and clean (bath + deo+ powder), Nishi introduced me to Priya and Devesh- Priya’s boyfriend {

neerajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275574856128009077noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1692179462121277026.post-39922052065007315992009-05-09T08:18:00.000-07:002009-05-09T15:43:15.197-07:00

Over the past few days, i have heard rumours that there are a “few” people who believe that i have a tendency to praise myself in my posts..I wonder what gave them that idea, lol! ;) Anyway, i have decided to be fair as usual, and this time around, im not gonna tell you any of those true stories, incidents in Mr Narayanan’s life when he bravely helped damsels in distress, saved the cheetah from

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Yesterday, i was at my friend's place and having nothing better to do, we logged onto orkut. Now Saloni is a very pretty girl and reading her scraps always provides a lot of hilarity. {If you are wondering how come i dont belong to her 'fan's' category, its coz once upon a time when we were fourteen years old,after being heavily scolded by her dad, Saloni called me up and between sobs, blurted, "

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I got up real early today. Eight o clock. For some reason, i was in a real happy mood, and much to the amusement of my roomies, was singing songs loudly while getting ready for office. After dropping Suresh at his stop, i turned towards my office's direction. As i approached Tiruvamiyur signal, from afar i could see a cop, standing on the left side, stopping all the bikers without helmets. I

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Okies people, the dude is back. I had gone home for the weekend, and returned back yest via train. Why im sharing this useless bit of information wid you is coz it reminded me of an incident im gonna force you all to read now. It was the summer of ‘04. Sanjay and I were going back to college, Belgaum, from delhi (Aaah the mention of delhi brings a wide smile to my face) and the train was Goa

neerajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275574856128009077noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1692179462121277026.post-3527896888176860922007-05-06T03:47:00.000-07:002007-05-06T04:07:01.922-07:00

For all those who have never been to a gym, this is an inside story (didja say sting operation?) on one:My friend, Vic, has these strange fascinations, which at max, last for a week. Like last week, he wanted to learn Italian ,inspired by Arnold Schwazanegger’s immortal comment in Terminator 2 “Hastala Vista Baby” (Why he was inspired eight years after he saw the movie is a very good question

neerajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16275574856128009077noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1692179462121277026.post-86226761327885881302007-05-06T03:36:00.000-07:002007-05-06T03:40:05.855-07:00

My mom came down last weekend to Chennai to pay me a visit. I was informed of this happy news on the previous wednesday. With just three days left to D-dAY, I sweetly informed my roomies (who were extremely busy in watching an episode of BAYWATCH) that the house needed to be cleaned. The announcement was followed by a deathly silence for a minute (whether it was because they were shocked that

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