Prashant Ivaturi

What has happened with Ganguly today is totally unacceptable. Though I dont like his fielding, his batting and team leading skills were never in question. He has been a great influence on the team and has groomed many young talents by showing his faith in them and their talents. For a leader who has done so well for the country on numerous occasions, this is no way to throw him out of the team. Members of the board should have had the courtesy to talk to Ganguly and let him know of what they thought about his and their plans. On a day when the rest of the team is celebrating its success over Sri Lanka, one of the key contributors in the match would be trying to find out what went wrong. I wish he makes a comeback and show BCCI that he still has it in him to carry on for some more time and bow out gracefully.

Have you tried this out? This is quiet interesting.... (only for guys using Windows OS) 1) Create a folder on the desktop and name it as "Notepad" 2) Open a webpage (any) in IE and see its view source. What do you see Clarie..what do you see??? (Isn't it the Silence of the Lambs?... he he he...) It's Just AMAZING !!!

I like this phrase. Picked it up from “English, August” a comical novel by Upamanyu Chatterjee. I didn’t understand it in the first go, but then later I was impressed by the choice of the words. Now I want to the “Master of my time” but God knows when that time would come :-)))) I am waiting...

That’s what we know – how to crib. No matter where you are , what you do, and how it is – we crib! That’s our nature isn’t it? Just a couple of day’s back I was frustrated because the train was late by 10 mins and I was late to office by about the same amount of time. Now compare this with the traffic jams in India. Waiting for hours at length to reach office. Not that we didn’t crib then, but the point is that 10-20 mins would have hardly made a difference then and I would have been more than happy reaching office without getting delayed for hours! And now that I have gotten used to the trains being on time, I crib when they are late even by a min!! What a change in way of life :-) One more instance… While in hostel, we used to crib about the hostel premises, the food and the professors. Things have changed over time. I earn now, have rented a house that I had selected, prepare food myself and still crib for all the above. Ridiculous, isn’t it??? The list goes on and on and on… I cant...

Sometimes the kid in me takes over and I start behaving the way I used to do in childhood :-) naughty, childish and irritating at times as well. For example, when I see fireworks...he he he. I get so pumped up when I hear fireworks!! I juuuuuuuuust love it. Ever since I was a kid, I liked fireworks and the sight of so many colours fascinated me. I have spent a few Diwalis watching others light fireworks. Those were one of the worst Diwalis I ever had. The smell of the chemicals in those fireworks still is fresh in mind. When diwali was approaching this year, I had my own apprehensions of how it would be celebrated here. Forwarded mails of some how some NRI would narrate to his kids about some cool dude RAM, a sexy babe Sita, some devil hunk Ravan and a good monkey Hanumaan came back to my mind :-) The day itself passed by very slowly as there were no mails that day (it was a holiday in India while we were sweating it out here) and we were in no mood to work. But the evening changed the...

When one of my best friend told me about her wedding, I was overwhelmed with emotions of two kinds - a. happiness that she was going to settle in life with someone whom she liked very much and b. sadness that due to the way Indian traditions, customs and beliefs are, I would slowly be fading away as her best friend. Other things will take priority in her life now Now, I don't know if it has happened with others, but there's always a first time in everyone's life for such things. Now I fear calling her up often because I don't know how her parents/ her fiancee would react. Ohh yes, I would love to be by her side and be part of the occasion, tease her, have fun and witness one of the most important occasions in my friend's life. But I am not sure where I would be at the time of her marriage. Life plays its pranks with us as we all do with our buddies. It has played this prank with so many others as well, just that we have never experienced it and now when we are exper...

Strange question!! I am still thinking on it and have thought of a lot many things to do. But for some of these activities, you need a partner, a friend with whom you can enjoy. The top on my priority list is traveling. I would love to travel within (or even outside of) UK, but going alone would not be as great as going with a group of close friends. Some of my fond memories of traveling have been while traveling in groups. Trips to places like Ooty, Bylakuppe(near Mysore), Shivanasamudram, Paris, Edinburgh and many others have been etched in memory with some unforgettable moments. Apart from giving you so much joy, it gives you the much needed energy and enthusiasm and the right sort of company will make the trip pleasant. I had made a few trips from college, but some of them were not as memorable because some people were very restrained and I didnt find the same energy levels or the same frequency matching with other people. It was a pity that those trips though being good were not t...

"As I fought away the pain and agony, an angel came up to me..." I dont know if any movie/drama had this dialogue, but I would like to use it for something similar happened this evening as I was publishing my previous blog - "Zindagi bahut tez apni rukh badalti hai". I had started off that blog on the note - "Life is highly unpredictable" and so it is. I had not expected a person to come up to me and talk to me and impress me the way this person did tonight. And why did he impress me? I would say - "for many reasons". I would give two reasons and keep the rest with me for there were many characteristics of this person which impressed me (for e.g. his openliness to people). One - He was a Pakistani (I am an Indian by the way). Ohh my Gaawwd!!! Indians and Pakistanis have hatred for each other!!! I would say that's highly untrue. I have met many Pakistanis in London and none of them seem to hate us. And why should they hate us (or we hate them)...

Life is so unpredictable. While reading Jurassic Park (an awesome book by Michael Crichton), I came across a Chaos Theory which said that systems that seem so simple are really very complex and can have unpredictable behaviours which we may not even think about. I wonder by the truth in this theory (I dont know for sure if this is really a theory, but I have found it so close to reality) and can associate a lot of things with my life for e.g. I didn't know that I would miss a flight despite being early in the airport. Strange, but true. I did miss it due to a delay in transit. There are many more incidents with which I could go on and on, but first - some of my thoughts compiled in a poetic way in Hindi. Zindagi badi ajeeb hai, bahut tez apni rukh badalti hai kahin chhaaon to kahin gehri dhoop nikalti hai socha thha maine ki apne zindagi ko ek aisa mod doonga par kambakht yeh kisi ke haathon se nahi sambhalti hai bachpan ke sapnon pe main, kal tak hansa karta thha anhone khwaab aa...

Dream Come True I had a terrific time at home and I am still wondering as to where did the one week of my leave go? I just cant believe that the break got over so quickly. Never have I enjoyed an unplanned break more than this. As it was unexpected and things were uncertain till the very last moment, I was excited at the prospect of going back to India and stepping on the divine soil. So much so that I was nervous when the plane was landing in Bangalore and my heart skipped a few beats. My legs were trembling and I had to pinch myself to believe it. That was how good and happy I felt after a long time. The homecoming I was promptly met by Anuradha (my friend and ex-colleague) at the airport and I was thrilled to see her. She was as excited as me and was not ready for it. She just couldnt believe that I had come. A nice warm hug and a couple of mins of unstoppable laughter said it all. We were so happy. A little while later I was met by Madhavi (my cousin) and then after a long ride in ...

There were days when I used to compose poems on a regular basis. But now, as time has passed on and I lead a very busy life (that's an excuse which is easy to use), I write poems very rarely. Therefore this composition of importance to me. I composed this when I was in a dual state of mind over a girl. I missed her sorely (I was unable to decide then whether it was love or a crush). And for some unknown reason, as a coincidence, I wanted to bring out the creative instinct within me at the same time. Here's that composition. Its in Hindi (for the benefit of those who dont know it) Tumhara noor dekhne ko main taras gaya saawan aaya aur baras gaya tumhara noor kahin nazar nahi aaya dekhte hi dekhte ek baras gaya main tumhare khayalon mein khota raha tumhaari yaadon ko sapnon mein pirota raha tumhari wafai ka har ek wada yaad hai mujhe tum kya jaano ki tumhari yaad mein kaise rota raha ab judaai ka gam mujhe aise sataata hai har lamha dil teri har ek baat yaad dilaata hai ek pal ab...

"My father asked me never to eat with my hand. I had to use a fork and a knife - always. And it is for this same reason that I like to break the rule" (smiles...). This is what a South African friend of my cousin said when he had come home to eat Indian food. It is a general notion that people should follow the customs of the place they visit. Atleast we Indians try to do that and I dont know the reasons for that. Every country has its own cultures and traditions. People do not change their culture or traditions so easily. It is indeed a matter of pride that makes us different from the rest. Yes, it is definitely worthwhile to try one's hand at a new style of eating. But to change it altogether, is a totally different issue. This holds good not only for eating styles but for everything else that speaks about one's culture. There are certain qualities of a culture (or shall I call them trademarks?) which distinguish it. These trademarks are unique and convey a lot abou...

My friends believe in the old adage – “Boys and girls can’t remain friends. The friendship will someday convert into love” and I used to argue for hours together quoting many examples from my own life. However, I knew that one example against me could weaken my argument or even worse, defeat it. And its sad to start off a blog this way agreeing with my friends that they were true and I have lost the argument. You ask me why should I start with such a topic and I wont have an answer. The only thing that I would be able to say is that this was one of the most striking things that came to my mind to write about. Moreover such occurrences are commonplace and there would have been numerous instances to prove this. To find evidence, go to any college and ask the final year students. I am sure one would find at least one such instance (I am being a pessimist in this case) in every single co-ed college. To begin with, I always believed in boys and girls being equal in every way. So, my friend...