Witty Scribble

  “Come here buddy, let us talk about what games you play.”, I called out to my friend’s son to strike a conversation with the young fellow when I was visiting my friend’s place. The 8 year-old replied, “Give me two minutes, uncle.”. Well, in my early thirties, I have still not made peace with being called as ‘Uncle’ by kids who are actually of same age as my own nephews and nieces. But we will park that conversation for some other day. The kid was holding a cube with jumbled colored pieces and as he promised, he solved it in two minutes and joined me in what turned out to be a fun conversation filled with child innocence. The cube that the kid was playing with, or Rubik’s cube as we know it has been a very popular toy, not just among kids but adults as well. Or maybe, it will not be an exaggeration if I say that adults are more crazy about this toy. So let us talk about Rubik’s cube, its history and popularity. Worry not, this is not another post giving you algo and steps to

Thud Thud…. The crackling sound reverberated five times in quick succession, when a pistol fired at targets 25 meters away. But all of them were perfect shots. Sensing the same, the young shooter smiled; a smile of satisfaction and contentment, for things have proceeded exactly the way he prepared and sweated for.  Next to fire was a 20 year old Aussie, who really couldn’t conceal his nervousness. He had a goal too far-fetched to achieve. Nevertheless, putting all his experience into action, he fired the five shots in quick succession. Magnificent shots, but not just good enough to grab the yellow metal.  Sergei Evglevski , a tad disheartened, could only win silver.  On the other hand, a jubilated 15 year old, Anish Bhanwala , had created history with a record score of 30 in the ' 25m r apid fire  pistol event'  and history for being the youngest gold medalist in CWG for India, bettering the record created a few days back by compatriot Manu Bhaker (another prodigy

“Bhai run out mat karwana yaar, runs khud ban jayenge (Bro, please don’t get me run out, runs will flow on their own)”, I told Vijay bhai when we were opening the batting for our team while chasing a target of 165 in 20 overs in a local match. Vijay bhai, a fine cricketer, who runs really fast between the wickets is probably too fast for others to match. So, he ends up getting involved in at least two run outs in every match. However, most of the times he over compensates by scoring big. May be the pitch at our home ground is batting friendly.  As the carnival of cricket in India, the IPL, is going on, let us talk about cricket this week. If you are one of those who is not interested in cricket, congratulations!!! You are one among 0.001 percent of Indian population (yup, I just made that number up). I still find it hard to believe if someone tells me he has never played cricket. As a cricket fan of 90’s, we all have lot of sweet and sour memories of Indian cricket of the d

November 8, 2016 will always be etched in our memories, as on this day, our respected Prime Minister made a very important announcement. I was in the office at that time and didn’t get to know it until at around 10 pm.  "Are bhai log, suna tumne..500 and 1000 rupee notes will not be legal from midnight today", said our guruji, Mr. Balaji. "What are you saying Balaji sir, since when have you started believing in those fake messages circulated over social media? We've loads of work to complete, our Go-live is nearby and we need your guidance", I really sounded needful. "Are PG My boyyyyyyyy, Balaji sir isn't kidding. Don’t you believe him? That's why you are still a Ju-TL" Prashant bhai said in his self-styled ' fake arrogance '. Hearing this, Srikanth, Vijay also started giggling. I was curious now. "Is it really true Balaji Anna?", I asked sheepishly. He just nodded, resolve in his eyes. Unnerved, I quickly opened

  “How is your ‘Sarangi-Waadak’ friend?”, asked my dad in a casual conversation over dinner table. I was home during my semester break after completing engineering third year exams. He was referring to my buddy and roommate, Aditya Mishra, who was a guitarist by hobby and dad had met him a few times while seeing us off on train to college. He used to travel with his Givson six string guitar usually. “He is doing great. He also got an offer from the same company as me.”, I said cheerfully. “And it is not a sarangi, Papa. It’s a guitar”, my tone changed and had a tinge of disappointment at my father’s ignorance and generalization of string instruments. “Haha, they all look same to me.”, he laughed it off. In his defense, my dad is a nature lover who would enjoy the rustling sound of leaves and chirping of birds in a garden more over a Brayan Adams concert.   Also, Aditya’s instrument was always in bag and my dad assumed it to be a sarangi. While Sarangi and Guitar both are