Pain in asss=mathsss

After the college a never ending year without job, seemed like hell broke loose, especially when I was adamant at not becoming a run of the mill software engineer. I never accepted changes so easily , have always fought for things, mending them my way. Always taken life by its horns and twisted it to my will. And now what was happening was precisely the other way round. Life had become a full circle. This was the price I had to pay, probably or probably not. Sitting idle was not something I had imagined ever. A small period as it looks like was eating like a bug inside.

No doubt, I got the best support from everyone. But I could not confront myself. Not that I could show it, but mere understanding of people around was what was hitting me the most .I was working at that time. To take my mind off from all of this, pretending that nothing had happened.

Every time this topic came, unabashedly I opened up, trying to make myself feel a little guilty. In the eyes of those who pretended to ‘understand’. Time passed by, each day making its presence felt! Always waited for that next chance, swearing will not let it go. Severing strings with people knowingly. Every time an old friend gatecrashed , there was inevitably the one thing to talk about. I knew I was not the only one in the crisis; somebody close to me was also in the same boat. But it kind of gave me weird pleasure . At least I had lived on my terms. I was prepared for the result. But it was no more about me; it was about family, tradition, expectations, and hopes.

Inspite of being a swimmer I drowned with all these.

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I had had enough of hiding, planning, promising....

I HATED it. It was time for a rollover.

I studied like a devil. Doing the same things over and over until even the pages carried my smell, were familiar with my touch .the pages 414-415 had grape juice spilt. It remained, n haunted me, as if watching me from a corner, making me conscious every time I let my hair loose (ha I like to say it though) .By the time the exam neared, my patience was in shreds. Those 3 hours of my life were, like having sex.(I think I would something like this) .I wanted to give everything , (every math equation that i have ever learned..!) did'nt know whether i was right or wrong ,but desperately trying to strike gold with each passing moment.,,, still at some points was completely blank . There was no fear of loosing, only excitement, how could i fool the damn paper checker!!!! As always paper was over before time, n i sat for a messiah to complete the rest of the questions, which were Greek to me.

The thing about maths is either you know all or you dead, there is no middle way.

How much I bang my head split wide open , dung is what I see , is what I do !!!

Bell rang and gates were open, to go where ever , where ever your destiny or your paper would take you.

I couldn’t react for a while. no face expressions. Void. Stood there still. Waiting for someone to grab and make me come back to life. After almost every paper i was absolutely dumbfounded ,whether i would pass or fail or what on earth had I shitted back there.But this time i felt so strongly about a few things that only 2 people knew till now, and now you would also know.

First >> I never wanted to run away from maths like a coward mice, but i hated it to the core of my heart. Writing the paper for 6th time i wanted to score more than ramanujan ever did. I had made a pact to myself that if i would ever give the exam, it would be a landmark, else I would leave it , let the whole world think I was a fool.

Second >> I was challenged by an old pig of a professor that if I could get more than 60% in maths he would accept me as an engineer.

Seeing my record it was difficult to believe that i could, but that S.O.B threatened my existence , my repute in front of college .Bullshit , I instantly imagined of the day when my results would be out and I would put a bullet inside his knowledge filled sloppy meat. And with pleasure, too.

And if you were wondering how what happened next.

I found the most beautiful thing in the world .Love.

It was so powerful that it just could not let me loose, just could not!!!!

Dreams started materializing and joined me with my journey towards LOVE.

And off the record is you wondering what the f *** was this post about , well it was about me giving my engg. maths paper for the nth^nth time .

As Suggested by the author- SONG OF LIFE

"For the first time since i created this blog, i am posting something which is not written by me.
This blog has been about writing anything and everything that comes to your mind and what's written below is exactly that. And i would like to THANK the person responsible for this truly amazing post Kuruyama, a very good friend of mine for writing something so deep and thoughtful. With these words i urge you to read on. "


(This one is inspired by the post "my first six strings"…I don't really have a title for the post but maybe "Song of Life" suits fine, huh?)

Music is everywhere from the sound of your alarm to the word goodnight. (Stephen Conlan)
Most people have music in the center of their lives…somewhere deep within us is a song that plays softly, always! No matter what surrounding or circumstance. A song you can hear only if you are very quiet, very still…It's a song of life, a song of dreams and wisdom, it's a song that leads you to follow yourself, it's a call to adventure, and it's a destiny that's uniquely yours.
It's the song of your soul…!!

However, sometimes the melody of that song is blurred by the frustration, the misery that comes with what is called 'life'. We try to put up a brave face, a smiling face but deep down we know it is not working. You tell yourself soon everythins gonna be alright, soon everythins gonna be alright…and that's the hope that drives you on…but no matter what, there will always be a speck of doubt that will always bind you, always hold you from…whatever! And that is a hard fact.

(To that William Goldman wud have said "Life isn't fair. It is just fairer than death, that's all". Now don't ask me who William Goldman is?)

When grumbling and unloading frustrations make you go deaf to the music…hum along even if you can't sing, jus hum along until the crisis pass and you can hear clearly again!

(Now isn't that a better way to deal with crisis n disappointments?!)

~Y~

For the love of the Drink

The past few entries of mine have been on subjects in which i have vested intrests, the finer things that i like doing in my life.

So i sat down and wrote about it. Then again one afternoon i was sitting on my soon-to-be ex-couch,yup we're giving it away. Lot's of fond memories. Anyways i was watching tv and i thought that i should write again about one more thing that i like.

After writing the above lines i thought something and my inner voice said "WAKE UP DUDE, YOU DON'T LIKE THE THINGS YOU HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT. YOU FREAKING ADORE THEM. YOU ARE PASSIONATE ABOUT THEM. BE IT ELVIS, BE IT NORAH(my norah), OR BE IT YOUR GUITAR. YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY ABOUT THEM".

So tonite i write about a thing that really makes you crazy. Tonight is TEQUILA night.

If you have tasted it you know its a crazy drink, which makes you do crazy stuff. And if you haven't, well then


SHUT UP and read on.


Tequila is a spirit made primarily in the area surrounding Tequila, a town in the highlands of the western Mexican state of Jalisco. Made from blue agave, Tequila is the national beverage of Mexico, and usually consumed for celebrations. The tequila that is popular today was first mass-produced in the early 1800s in Guadalajara, Mexico.

Types of tequila

Tequila is usually bottled in one of five categories

blanco ("white") or plata ("silver") – white spirit, un-aged and bottled or stored immediately after distillation, or aged less than two months in oak barrels.

oro ("gold") – un-aged "blanco" tequila, blended with rested or aged tequilas, and often with caramel coloring, sugar-based syrup, glycerin, and/or oak extract added so as to resemble aged tequila.

reposado ("rested") – aged a minimum of two months, but less than a year in oak barrels.

añejo ("aged" or "vintage") – aged a minimum of one year, but less than 3 years in oak barrels.

extra añejo ("extra aged" or "ultra aged") – aged a minimum of three years in oak barrels. This category was established in March 2006.


Misconception

It is a common misconception that some tequilas contain a 'worm' in the bottle. It was a marketing gimmick started in 1940's which still continues. So relax and sip up.

There are two basic categories of tequila: mixtos and 100% Agave. Mixtos use up to 49% of other sugars in the fermentation process and Agave taking up the remainder. Agave sugar is glucose-based, and is easier for the human body to break down. Mixtos use both glucose and fructose sugars.


Ah! enough of information, let's drink up

In Mexico, contrary to popular belief, tequila is drunk straight without salt and lemon.(I definately belong in mexico).

It is always popular to drink fine tequila with a side of sangrita—a sweet, sour and spicy drink typically made from orange juice, grenadine (or tomato juice) and hot chilies. Equal-sized shots of tequila and sangrita are sipped alternately, without salt or lemon.

Outside Mexico, a single shot of tequila is often served with salt and a slice of lemon. This is called "tequila cruda" and is sometimes referred to as "training wheels," "lick-sip-suck," or "lick-shoot-suck"

Just writing all this is making me really thirsty. Sometimes i ask GOD why was i not born in MEXICO.

Ok now for the beginners. This is how you shoot.

1. Slice a regularly sized lemon or lime into eight small pieces.
2. Fill a shot glass with tequila.
3. Briefly lick the skin between your thumb and forefinger, then sprinkle 1 small pinch of salt (kosher salt melts quickly) onto the area. The lick makes it stick.
4. Using the same hand that contains the salt, you must hold one slice of the lemon (or lime) with your thumb and index finger.
5. Quickly lick the salt, down the tequila, and bite the lemon (or lime). Swish it around in your mouth for a couple of seconds and then swallow.
And Enjoy!

Tips

Remember, Lick-it, Slam-it, Suck-it! (Salt first, tequila second, lemon/lime last).


Having a 'lil fun...

For a fun variation, ask a gentleman- or lady-friend to lend his or her hand (or other part) for the salt.


If you purchase good tequila such as Patron, Sauza Tres Generaciones Plata, Chimayo, or Don Julio Anejo, salt and lime are not needed(my kinda of stuf) and tequila experts may become upset at these ingredients being added.

Quality Tequilas are like quality Scotch. They aren't meant to be gulped, but rather sipped and savored.


As said above, this way of drinking tequila is meant for low quality brands, in order to mask the horrible taste and the funny aftertaste. Also it is meant to create a trend, as it has a lot of bells and whistles. If you have in front of you a good bottle of tequila, take your time to appreciate it.



Mexicans and experienced tequila drinkers often refer to the lime and salt combination as "training wheels". One may wish to attempt the "Tequila Ironman." This involves snorting the salt, taking the shot, and squirting the lime in your eye,(not sure i am doing that) followed by a smack in the face from the friend with whom you are taking the shot. Shirt must be taken off for the Tequila Ironman to count(hmm... intresting).


Another way to take a tequila shot involves putting a dash of tobasco sauce into the tequila shot. This sinus-clearing shot is referred to as "The Prarie Fire."

And this is why I absolutely LOVE TEQUILA...

It is also possible to attempt the "Tequila Strong Love". One person takes the salt in his/her mouth, and then makes out with the drinker. After that the person takes the lime in his/her mouth, a bit stuck out, so the drinker can easily bite it. Take it easy, as it is easy to miss the lime and bite the tongue instead.

No wonder the "Eagles loved a Teqila Sunrise".

My First Six String

"I got my first real six-string Bought it at the five-and-dime.
Played it till my fingers bled, was the summer of '69."

Well that was Bryan Adams who probably learned to play guitar even before he was born, only that would explain the amazing music he has made over the years and mesmerized the world.

But this post is not about him or any other great music legends. This is about ME.


Its about the day when i bought MY first six string.

Yes, after wasting years of thinking about it, I finally bought a Givson.
I still remember holding it for the first time. God it was amazing.
And the invigorating smell of the timber made me feel powerful. I was elated and overjoyed.

Just the thought of me playing a guitar brought a smile on my lips.
It was like i falling in love, again.

The raw sound that came out as my fingers unknowingly reached the strings was melody to my ears and at that very point standing in that shop where 3 was crowd, literally, i promised my self that i would not stop till i can actually make music from my guitar which my trainer refers to as a

"ONE MAN ARMY".


Its been 6 weeks that i have been regularly taking guitar lessons and all i can say is that i am loving it.

Another rock star in the making? Well we'll have wait and see about that.

Till then Keep Rocking....