Keeping It Down

When you read the title I am pretty sure the first thought that comes to your mind must be, "Pooh, its just another post about all the famous international players and a dream team". I would partially agree to that, it is surely a dream team but it consists not of the international players. It is comprised of a small group of amateurs who called themselves Main Main Log United  (the 'united' is just to please 2 kaptis) This team had its own share of Messis and Ronaldos who were nicknamed Massi and Bhosadaldo for their skills. While one was a defender, the other was the striker. What characterized them as great players was their dedication to the game, while one broke his hand while trying to execute a difficult manoeuvre which even the great Messi fears to do, the other played an entire game while he was ill with a terrible illness ( read loose motions). I m pretty sure he never used those underpants ever again. We even had our own Gianluigi Buffon ,

Again I m not talking Taylor Swift's song...... Yeh hain the prem kahaani of the average indian male....in a few words  I like to write a rhyme, I know it ain't a crime, u just choose d right words, or the appropriate curse,  then u send it 2 a gal, thinking it wud mean d world, she sends back a lol, u interpret it as "lots of love", u finaly think it dun, but shes jus having fun, u think she loves u as a whole,  but in reality all she really thinks is, what an asshole End of story... Next day morning, same story...different girl

I am sure you all must have heard about Gareth Bale...yeah yeah the footballer who broke the transfer records. Well, if you are wondering why I have this cheeky attitude towards, most probably the best player in the world, is because he isn't the best. The best is yet to be seen by the world, I know, because I have seen him do the magic in front of me. It took me much time to realize that he had powers which would put him in the leagues of "the Davil" and "the God". That is because he wasn't always this way, there was a time when he sucked. The way he used to play every game "the God" used to say "HES RUNNING SHIT". Little did he know that he was unknowingly chanting "the name" of the future world star. "The God" used to ridicule him to no ends, which I believe made him stronger, with each taunt hatred began to grow within him and he was determined to sin, NO...he was determined to become "THE SIN".

You may have surely come across several travel blogs where people write about their experience as they travel to different places. Although I appreciate what they do and for their insights on all the locations what really bothers me is how do they manage to travel so often? I m pretty sure you too would've wanted to write about your experiences and share your photos and then it would strike your mind (very cruelly I imagine) that you don't have the luxury to do that simply because you can't afford to. Yes, you don't have money, neither do I (the day you see me posting photos of exotic locations just take the hint that I have become successful.........and rich) But the good news is travel blogs do pay, trust me I googled it. But it requires a lot of patience, love for travelling and a knack for sharing your experiences digitally.The way to get readers attention is to post experiences about locations which haven't been done before or strange unorthodox locations.

Life surprises you with new things everyday, let me tell you the "true story" of how a group of 29 innocent young adults were surprised, though I can't say pleasantly. You may have surely heard about people who have this devilish look in their eyes, people whose eyes give a glimpse of a dark background, people whose body bears the scars of great wrongdoings. It is quite easy to identify these people amongst the commoners but what if a guy existed who didn't possess any of the distinguishable characteristics yet could wield such astonishing power that God himself could not shield himself from his wrath. He lives. He lives amongst us, the common men, his eyes constantly searching for new targets for destruction. Adopting a disguise he has managed to gather a place in this world where he thought no one would recognize him until a few students unwittingly put the jigsaw puzzle together. Although he had godly knowledge, he strived to see the world through a man&#

Some of us may be arrogant about our knowledge about  the world and the stuff that happens in it, but how many of us have tried to impart that knowledge to others, especially children. Teachers, yes, its their profession but mostly its restricted to knowledge from text-books ( except for some proactive teachers who take time to impart useful knowledge, my salute to them). The important fact here is that even the content in text books in censored so that the kid doesn't get exposed to "inappropriate" content. What I am saying is a major part of knowledge gaining process for kids comes from parents, television and peers.Information provided in television and by peers may or may not be understood by the child and their ultimate source of explanation is "parents". The recent spurt in the number of rape cases caught the attention of the whole country, even kids for that matter. Well of course they wouldn't understand what is rape, I

I have read and heard about the love between a mother and her child, I have had my fair share of this love from my mother too, but it happens that you always need a different man's perspective to understand the reality of the situation. An overnight train journey and a family on the neighbouring seat gave me the perspective I needed. A young guy about 25 years old, with his mother, who looked terribly ill despite her being not that old, along with them was his grandmother who was fragile considering her age but was active. The mother was having trouble even getting up from the seat and was continuously coughing and had a lot of trouble sleeping in the night. The son was the epitome of strength of the family, he juggled 6 travel bags while helping the 2 women climb into the train and getting them all settled and comfortable. They had some problem with their reservations and had only 2 tickets, the two ladies slept in those seats while the guy sat besid

I don't think anyone other than a Mumbaikar can understand my sentiments in this post, or those who have visited Mumbai and stayed here for sometime. Autorickshaws have been an integral part of suburban Mumbai. After trains and buses, the most number of vehicles on the road are rickshaws and man do they know how to drive. They can squeeze in through the most unimaginable of spaces and come unscathed. I myself cringe in the auto thinking that I might hit the neighbouring vehicle if I sit with legs a bit wide. The drivers are the real stars, they can manoeuvre an auto with such expertise that you might find yourself astounded at their skill sometimes. I remember once thanking god after getting out of an auto where the driver almost overtook a mercedes and a jaguar and made them look bad. But then there is always a bad side to everything. No matter how matter we praise the drivers we end up abusing more. Why? Well you see in reality these drivers are required to take you where you

Its the internet age and everyone wants to be a part of it. Its all twitter, facebook and blogging. As you say "When in Rome, do as Romans do" I too wanted to be a part of this crazy world and started to think about options as to what I can do to put my footprint on this digital world. The options were 1. Create a video and put it on youtube  I imagined that video would go viral and I would get some stardom, but to my surprise people liked a fat-ass Korean man who raps something that no one understood (even I liked him) but its just not fair. Well I put an end to that option. 2. Tweet Fuck that nobody cares about my tweets unless I am a girl and I post naked pictures of myself. 3. Write a Blog My dream was to write stuff that compares with Shakespeare and some other guys but after reading what I wrote, I think my neighbour's dog comes up with better stuff and that too out of his wrong end. So the search is still on(and no, doing pornography is not i

Since the last few days I am being constantly irritated by this pigeon couple who want make a nest in my balcony. I have tried to throw a lot of stuff at them but they are just too adamant. My mom told me its probably because its time for the pigeon to lay an egg and so its looking for a suitable place. I think by my antics towards it should've found another place, but no, it is too damn stubborn. I heard that when I wasn't at home, it laid an egg on a shelf I kept in my balcony, no nest nothing, there it was, an egg on top of a plain surface. I guess it was like the pigeon couldn't hold it in any longer, it had to go......oh oh...plink !!! DONE. My friend once told me about a similar experience but with way different results. A pigeon laid an egg near his house and it used to sit on it the whole day because well my friend is a believer in ahimsa (read Gandhi). But then he did something hilarious, once while the pigeon was away he replaced its egg with a ch

No, I am not talking about the song from "A night at the roxbury", I am talking about the real thing called love. Being an engineer I believe in definitions (that's a lie) so can anyone define love. Some of the definitions  I got are as follows: 1.  One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.     ( that is not love dumbass, that is DEATH) 2.  Love is like war: Easy to begin but hard to end.   ( pooh!! that is SLEEP, believe me I know) 3.  In the final analysis, love is the only reflection of man's worth.   ( oh God,why did I do engineering then?) 4.  Love is what makes the world go round.   ( so Galileo was wrong,  no wonder the church burnt him, liar ) 5.  Love is that feeling you get when you meet 'Mr/Miss Right'.  ( is that even a surname?? ) 6.  When love is not madness, it is not love.   (Its time we release the people in the mental asylums) So, the above mentioned definitions don't provide a clear picture about

I should tell you I am very impressed with the Mumbai Police for their proactive work at this year end. Today I saw a 2 cops catch a few guys popping a few drinks near 5 gardens at 8 in the evening. They were so swift in their action, one moment I see them riding around in a bike and the next moment chasing after the guys on foot waving their trademark sticks. A quick chat with the boozers and their beer bottles whisked away, they were let off as a sign of goodwill with a fine ofcourse. Then as usual they moved onto the "deep-in-love" couples and their PDA, Oh yes!!! a lot of it But all in all a job well done..... and yeah, HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS !!!!! ( visit www.keepingitdown.weebly.com )

Hey there my dearest sexless foetus turned live darling kid, I am so happy that you finally gave me the opportunity to call myself a grandfather, of course that means I am old now because of you. Also I am unsure whether you are God's blessing or just your parents mistake. You don't know how an easy girl/guy, a few drinks and a cheap condom can change your life. I know you will be your grandmother's darling, I'll tell her about you the moment I meet her(for the first time). You'll get to be my darling the day I get a cheque of more than a million bucks from you or you buy me a car something like that. By the way if you are a guy I can give you an excellent sex talk, I think my future wife gave this advice to your mom/dad (whoever is mine.......only one of them is, don't get too many ideas you dumbass) which resulted in your birth and I am praying that your parent (my child) took it seriously and you aren't born in any circumstance

Indians are very particular about this topic, oh yes!! to a great extent. We are not ashamed to talk about it, not even in public. In fact I've heard instances where people actually brag about their morning dump. Particularly the design and the size make up for most of the conversation. Also life provides us with enough instances and opportunities of shitting in very unusual places and thus providing me with more " shitty " writing material. A train, for example is a very good place for an interesting shit story. I'll tell you about something I myself experienced. You must've surely felt " the morning pressure " several times in your life and believe me an Indian railway train with an Indian Style loo is not the place to be, at that time. Its an excruciating task to get a firm position with train violently shaking most of the time. You are lucky if you can find a handle to hold to or else you'll be pretty much stretching