If you want to avoid literally wobbling into office on a Monday morning, looking like you got anally retributed over the weekend, for god’s sake man.. cool-down.
I know you thought your fit enough to play Touch Rugby at a somewhat competitive level, but you aren’t. Leave alone the shin problem, the fact that you haven’t hit the gym in over 3 months is a good enough reason. So just like you spent half an hour warming up for the matches, make sure you cool down. You will avoid the pain the morning-after, and the morning-after-after.
4 story walk to get a Birth Certificate
Who ever thought, it’ll turn into a Death Certificate
I know we keep harping on about how sudden death can occur, but till it hits closer to home you really don’t stop to think.. what if it’s me or worse what if it’s a loved one?
Last night spent the most awkward half hour of my life at a funeral house of a family friend. The women bawling each time somebody shows up, or the phone rings. It was such a sudden thing, that people still call and ask for him. What words can you offer to lessen their suffering? Take heart in the fact that he didn’t suffer at all? Yeah right. All I could offer was just silence.
The fact that they were of a different ethnicity and most of the wailing was happening in a language that I understood only a little of, didn’t matter. It was obvious, what his wife was saying, his sisters and his nieces. But still, all I could offer was my solemn silence, and a mumble of “deepest sympathies” that didn’t offer much to them.
Just as you close this page, don’t close your mind to the fact of how much this life we have is taken for granted. Every moment is precious. At the risk of sounding like one of those cheesy email fwd’s, take a moment to show the people you care, your love, give them a tight hug, call them up even if it’s the middle of the night. I know he would, if he could..
R.I.P. Uncle R.
Way back in the day (*Cue, your old joke*), when young Chaar was going to school :
- I’d walk into class late. //Checking out Girls on the road, aka Traffic Warden.
- I’d walk in with no books in hand. //Used to leave the books under my desk, which invariably someone switches, and I embarrass my self looking under each desk, while the teacher has this -_- look on her face.
- I’d doodle away on my books. //Skulls, 7Up dude, Motorbikes, T-Shirt slogans, GGD lyrics..
- Final Result : Fail //No regrets actually, because I still feel I learned more than any student in class those two A/L years. Just not Maths.. Actually my grudge was against Chem.
Jump to the present time :
- Still walk in late to class. //No girls to check out. Stupid last minute meetings at office.
- Walk in with a notebook in hand. //Whilst the others have their laptops opened out, downloaded lecture notes and the reference text books.
- Instead of doodling, I’m on FB or Twitter. //Ok there are still traces of Death Skulls. But sadly no boyband lyrics.
- Final Result : To Be Notified. :-/
If your still wondering what I’m going on about. Yours truly got selected to do his MBA. Yes the twitter explanation worked it’s own charm. The schedule is hectic and they work you to the bone. Will get into that in later posts, if and when I get the time. For now I hope this is enough justification for my absence on the Blogsphere.
Not the Brits (atleast this time)
Not our batting
Not our bowling
Not our fielding
Not our Physio (although a Kate Stalker would have helped)
C’mon, even your penfriend cyber buddy from Belgium, who hasn’t seen an over of Cricket will tell you, what the hell kind of name is “Wayamba XI” when the others come up with :
- Trinidad & Tobago
- Somerset Sabres
- New South Wales Blues
- Diamond Eagles
- Cape Cobras
- Royal Challengers Bangalore
- Delhi Daredevils
- Victoria Bushrangers
I mean playing book cricket while pretending to listen to a boring Social Studies lesson in school, we had much more snappy team names. Hell we even had score cards, and tournament rankings. So I don’t have to tell you how serious we took our Interval cricket, right?





