To the Good Times...

Well, today my Model Exams started. Rape and I had this devious plan of smuggling in a Mock CAT into the hall and taking that test, but as usual, plans never work out (Esp when it is even remotely connected to me), we walked out of the hall in an hour and thanks to Golti's snap brains, we were on our way to the Beach within the next 15 mins.

And Out of the blue, the hard working brain of Golti J had this brainwave while he was driving Rape's car to the beach. He suggested hanging out at a Pub rather than looking at the same boring women at the beach. Well, the weather was brilliant, I was hyper, good Combination. We all agreed, pooled in some money, bought cigarettes and headed out to Rape's place to get more cash. But then, we didn't really have much on us. 4 people, Rape, Golti A (Adithya), Golti J and Me had a very poor total of around 600 with us. That wasn't gna be enough for a Pub.

So we changed plans once again and decided to get some Beers and camp out at Rape's awesome Terrace. Now, this terrace holds fond memories for me. More about that later. So yeah, Both the Goltis went out and bought the Booze, while I forced Rape to listen to another Beatles song. Close to an hour later, around 6ish, the 4 of us went up to the terrace, lighted up and just had a fun time. Of course, I hate beer, it sucks, So I just stuck to smoking.

Now, about Rape's Terrace. His terrace has 2 levels. One with an attached room and an Attached Bathroom! The next level is the actual terrace, complete with staircase, ladder and an overhead tank.

Getting back, As soon as they started tipping the Drinks, God Cried, or peed, whatever. It Rained.

We took shelter under the overhead tank and waited till our Bottoms got wet before we decided to head back to the bottom terrace where they all finished their drinks. After that, I bored both the Goltis with the Bunny on the Moon. Taking care to dispose the bottles carefully, we headed out to Besant, the awesome Kaiyendhi Bhavan in that area. After some good food, Rape was generous enough to drop us back in college where Golti's Bike was. I finally got back home at 830 with Golti.

So, In short, a fun evening with the college guys. The whole gang wasn't there, but I'm glad it was just 4 people. It was the perfect number. I've always wanted to do something like this. Impulsively decide on something, hang out with some friends, have a laugh and head back home. Oh, and the Rain was an added Incentive.

The Shout!

I just Shouted. It wasn't at anyone. I just shouted.

It was the Shout of Disgust, Contentment, Frustration, Happiness, Boredom, Callousness, Unsocialness, Existentialism, Fulfillment, Mourning, Depression, I-Don't-Care, Wondering what to do next and Uncanniness.

It was basically the Shout of My Life!

Table Graffiti..

The tables in my class at college are very very Inviting. With existing Graffiti stating things like "I Love India", "Call 9961661681, call me" and stuff like that, It really needed some nice lines.

Rape's Contribution - "I am you and what I see is Me" (Echoes - Pink Floyd)

Oh, and mentioning rape, it's his Birthday Today (Oct 4th). Happy Birthday da bum dawg! May this year give you more guts! :P

My Contribution - "And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make" (The End - The Beatles)

His gets no response. Mine gets a response right underneath saying this:

"so is the org*sm that you fake"
!!!!

Enna Koduma Saar Idhu!!!!

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Worst Birthday...

If I am dumped by my Girlfriend after a 5 year relationship, I'd be disappointed.
If my Dad says I've disappointed him, I'd be disappointed.

But that "disappointed" is nothing compared to how I am feeling right now. I don't think anything else in the world can possibly make me more disappointed. Tomorrow is my Birthday. I'll be turning 20. The best possible gift would've been a Ferrari 1 & 2 finish in the Singapore GP. That wasn't actually being too optimistic, Massa started 1st and Kimi started 3rd. If things went normally, I would've got what I wanted. Even if Kimi had finished 3rd. But NO.

Never have I ever "wanted" something for my Birthday this Badly.

When I sat to watch the Singapore GP at 530 in the evening, I had no idea what was in store. I couldn't have possibly guessed. Not even in my wildest dreams would I have dreamt of a Ferrari no finish. Both of them. Not finishing (Massa finished, but that doesn't count. A Non-Point finish is No Finish).

It started off brilliantly, Massa was flying on 1st, Hamilton tucking in behind him and Raikonnen in 3rd, silently eating away Hamilton's lead on him. Regulation pit stop for Massa. And that's where everything went wrong. The lights which are supposed to co-ordinate with the fuel rig went off even before the mechanics pulled the fuel rig off the car. So when Massa saw the green light (indicating him to leave), he stepped on the gas pedal and he zoomed off with the fuel rig still stuck to his car. That turned out to be disastrous. Obviously. He had to wait at the end of the pit lane for his mechanics to run and come to him to take off the rig. 2-3 mins easily. Gone. That scripted the end.

I couldn't have been more disappointed. No way, atleast I thought so. Raikonnen was running strong on 5th, nearing the end of the race and then he crashed out trying to overtake a Williams. That was the epitaph. Just when I thought there couldn't have been any more disappointment, this had to happen. Now I feel like dying.

It may sound like I'm exaggerating. It's just a game you might say. But I value Formula 1 more than Cricket. To me, a Ferrari Driver winning the World Championship brings more content and happiness than India winning the World Cup. Honest. I started watching Cricket since I remember watching TV. Sachin Tendulkar is God. But Formula 1 came only in 1997. Ever since then, It has slowly eclipsed Cricket. A Pulsating F1 race is much better than a last ball victory for India against even Australia.

The technical details, the fast over-takings, the brilliant driving scenarios, the technology, the mechanical brilliance, the unforgettable duo's commentary, the fine details, the physics, the amazing driver-team relationship, the camaradarie, the awesome sweeping tracks, fast straights, picture perfect pit stops, the aggression of Michael Schumacher. All this is enough for me to last a life time.

I could die watching the Spanish Gp of 2000 again, the Belgian Gp of 1992, Schumacher's Godly driving in Brazil 2006. At the same time, I could die watching those 3 awesome innings of Sachin Tendulkar at Sharjah against Australia, that awesome match saving 98 against Pakistan during the 99 world cup, that mind boggling 243 against Australia in Sydney in 2001, which had 0 runs in the Covers area.

But to me, Formula 1 stands above Cricket. Anytime. I wouldn't mind robbing my family to go watch the Indian Gp in 2011. I am THAT crazy about F1.

So when I sat to watch the race today, I was asking God for something simple. A simple, no frills race. That would've definitely been the best ever birthday gift. Honestly. All those presents from my dear friends, sorry, this would've ranked much higher than those. But that wasn't to happen. Never have I asked for something, so blatantly. And I don't get that. Expect me to feel anything other than Disappointment??

I've discovered that when I'm morbidly disappointed, I am fickle minded like crazy.

But even after Ferrari racing like total rookies for the past 3 races, I'm still a die-hard Tifosi at heart. That will never change. Everywhere I see Red, I'm reminded of Ferrari.

My Life's Purpose is to own a Ferrari and drive it down the auto-bahns of Germany. My Life's Dream is to have "tifosi" tattooed on my body.
My Life's Achievement would be to watch every race of a Ferrari Championship winning season at the Track screaming my lungs out.

Enough Said.