why vacations are boring!

the last day of the final exams!! ah.. what excitement! barely contained. i got to my room as soon as possible from the examination hall picked up my luggage (which i had packed 3 days in advance because i was just so excited!) and hopped on the first train i found out of the torturous campus! i was drowning in gushing river of excitement! as my train passed by my campus i couldnt help but smile...

vacations seem so much fun during our exams! im sure each one of us has check list of the things to do during the holidays. everything u cant do during exams directly  transfers to the holidays. and why shouldnt u have fun?? after all u have put in so much effort in the exams! sleepless nights, gobbled up textbooks; they all call for an exciting vacation.

the vacation began! endless possibilities! i felt like a new man altogether! even though i was tired from the excruciatingly long train journey i didnt sleep... i called up my friends and asked them to meet me up asap. because i didnt want to be wasting no time! so on and so forth the vacation went on for one week... now the real trouble started... my wallet got empty! :/ i had another month to deal with here and no money :( i went to my dad " dad! give me some money no?" *puppy eyes*  . " u get food at home,, place to stay. why do u need extra money?" "dad, wanted to go out with friends" " no need for that! sit at home. spend some time with your parents!" and thus my holidays were ruined!

for the rest of the month i rotted at home glued to my laptop, piggybacking on the free wifi. that remained my only source of entertainment for the remainder of the holidays, browsing on facebook searching for another soul who shared my plight. suddenly i stumbled upon a few of my college day pics and remembered how much i had back in college and suddenly i couldnt wait to go back :/ so many plans were made for the holidays and they all tanked one by one. this is what the difference is i guess; between college and home - in college everybody you want is just a room away and you just pop up in anybody's room with a plan. and they are always enthusiastic about it ( because they are frustrated with the college curriculum). when you are at home you have to keep on calling up everybody on their phone only to hear that they have other plans, or they are just too lazy to get their lazy asses of their beds.

finally the last day of the vacation arrived and i got in the train. suddenly it all came back to me. no more roaming around the city at my own will! :o no more home made food, no more school friends. as the train pulled out of the station i sat in my berth clutching my knees and thinking about all the things that  i was gonna miss for the next 5 months. until then i wait for the next vacation. :/

SACHIN!!! SACHIN!!

47.5 Deonarine to Tendulkar, OUT, oh its over! Tendulkar leaves! There was a brief scilence before everyone realized it was time to applaud. It was flatter delivery outside off and Tendulkar tries to cut it fine, but it bounced extra and the thick edge went quickly towards Sammy in the slip, who takes a good catch in front of his face. The silence returns as Tendulkar disappears in the pavilion. Strange eeriness at Wankhede.
SR  Tendulkar c Sammy b Deonarine 74 (118b 12x4 0x6) SR: 62.71

I stared at the mobile screen for a while, trying to digest what had transpired. I shut my eyes tight trying to picturize his face as the entire scenario dawned upon me. I looked up at the professor, but my eyes were lost thinking about arguably the greatest sportsman there is. The lecture failed to bind together my attention (not that it was able to earlier).

By the time i started understanding cricket, Sachin had already shown his mettle. So dont blame me if i started idolizing him from the very first day. I wasn't much into technicalities but i just  knew that he was doing it right. He could never err. The sound of the cricket ball striking his bat echos in my ears as i write this. You could always put your money on him and go back and relax and have a margarita or something.

He was a great batsman; many are. But what set him a class apart was his attitude, his behavior,his cool head in every tight situation (the Australians and the Pakistanis have tried so very hard!),  acting like he had just started playing cricket even when he was light years ahead. Not one news article (not even the gossip ones) could write about his misconduct. He is a GENTLEMAN. Gentleman is in caps because that's how much i mean it. He's the i man i wish i could be. And i know the entire country shares this dream. To err is human. To forgive divine... That's fine... But to never err at all is Sachin Tendulkar.

Why did so many people cry during his farewell speech? Was it because his speech was written so damn well?? It was because with that speech Sachin had taken a leave from the green ground, it was because so many people had grown up with him that it had become almost impossible to visualize life without him. How many of us have woken up early in the morning just to watch him bat in Australia? How many of us have switched off the television as soon as he became

out? Because we expected as much from the rest of the team as a college student expects from his semester results. Sir, you have left a void that cant be filled in a million years. No Kohlis, no Rohits, no Kallises can ever replace you. For you are and will always remain our favorite. SACHINNNN SACHIN!

PRATIK 101

He turns his head quickly around,

His face shows a smile so wide,

His sight induces laughter,

When you’re blue you’ll always find him by your side.

He oozes pleasantness,

His laughter so very infectious,

When he looks through the corner of his eyes,

A smile veils over your hidden tears.

But little does the world know

That every smile is a tear in disguise

Beneath lies a shaken man

Under the exterior that seems so nice.

He wants to hide his pain,

His heart has wept, his mind cried,

But he defends with a joke,

The world never knows what eats him from the inside.

When i wrote the stuff above, i had somebody in my mind, someone i thought fit perfectly into the description. Someone i thought had the sole purpose in life to make people laugh. and he did succeed...well to some extent. Let me level with you... that somebody's me. As much as i hate sounding like Enrique while saying that i had to say it. When i told my sister that the poem is about me,  she stared at me, the her face went all crooked and before i knew it, she burst out laughing to the floor. I mean... whats up with that! here I am, being all philosophical and touchy and she just laughs at me!!?? Not cool! :@

I'm Pratik by the way. Let me do my intro the formal way. Mechanical engineering student at Amrita University, junior year. Age 20, sex: male, BMI : bordering on malnutrition some would say :/ meh! doesn't bother me much. love adventuring, taking risks (has gotten me almost killed at times), writing poetry ( already introduced you to that part), sketching/drawing, mini sculpturing  etc. etc. but... but but...first time blogger.

another part i am proud of is that I'm a Goan. when i tell this to the people in my college i usually need a screw jack to lift their jaws off of the ground! and once that's done the questions that follow annoy me the most :

Question 1. So.. u drink?? Like every time?

answer:  Yea! I usually start my day with hot breakfast and a glass of beer... you know... to give me that kick -_-

Question 2. you get to see nude women everyday don't ya?

answer:  Dude!! I don't own a strip club!

Question 3. Since you're from Goa, you obviously smoke and shit right?

answer. *blank face* (i still haven't figured out how smoking is related to being a Goan :/) 

While i was returning back from Tamil Nadu (that's where my college is), i made a mental pact with myself... NO WASTING TIME! During all of my previous vacations i made such pacts and like every other teenager ( "was" a teenager during my past vacations), i procrastinated all the pacts out of my mind! But then again procrastination is the stepping stone to success right?! Wait... I think that was supposed to be failure is the stepping stone to success. My bad :P

Now as i write this whole thing the other two tabs opened on my browser and the antivirus that is scanning my laptop for junk are begging for attention! But this seems like fun! If blogging seems more interesting than Facebook and twitter then blogging it will be for the rest of the holidays! Would be a lot helpful if you could criticize me and my work... Because i think flattery is for kids! Without much further ado let me take your leave here. Until next time!