l'erreur est humaine...

To err is human, but to badly err, is but being a kid!

The following incident dates back to the time when I was a lively little kid, full of life and with proper sets of teeth. That was long before growing up sucked the life out of me! This was the time when interviews meant telling your name, talk about your hobbies and maybe tell your parent's name, a couple of 'answer-in-yes-or-no' questions and the rest were to be handled by mum and dad. Back in the year 1996, I was changing my school from a preparatory school to one primary school. And all I had to do was show my face, blabber a bit and pass the interview.

'Don't do anything stupid and you'll pass easy..' consoled my dad before the interview.

I had no idea what stupid thing I could do, but I guess wetting the pants could have been an option to ponder upon in that young age, but NOT ME! I was the superman in such trivial occasions. Interview? HA! Piece of cake..

The school in Allahabad, where my parents were trying to get me in, was Boys High School (short for BHS, for which we came to know about a number of humorous and dirty acronyms in an eventuality..) The school was a huge Catholic convent, with separate junior, middle and senior schools. So hopefully you get it, how Big-shot of a school it was, and even bigger was it's Principal, Mr. CV Innes.

Mr. CV Innes was an MLA (member of the Legislative Assembly) or MP (Member of Parliament) or something along those lines, apart from being the principal of a gargantuan school. But even more immense was his pot belly, closely followed by the huge smile he used to bestow on the students. We came to realize in time, that he suffered from a chronic form of narcissism! We used to observe a Principal's Day, that was his birthday and he used to happily take all the flowers, gifts and whatever each and everyone of the students had to offer..

Yes Noelle, there exist such men in this universe, far more self-loving than moi!

Oops! I'm drifting. So, as the interview for my admission for class 1-E, in BHS was going on smoothly, the more I was convinced of it going good.. I mean where could I possibly go wrong while telling about my name, hobbies, a rhyme, trivial general knowledge (eg; how many planets are there in the solar system? ..and even that was before Pluto was booted out! BORING..), my parents' name and just a few more.

He was nearly convinced that I'll be one of those star kids in his school, maybe even a trophy.. when I guess he realized that he had forgotten one of those ultra-basic questions - 'How many brothers and sisters you have, son?'

I brought up my hand, pulled down my sleeves and started counting on em fingers!
'Two..' Anshuman and Ankita down.

'And where are..' had begun Mr. Innes only to be shot down by one flicker of my hand, I'm not done yet mister.. My mother shifted in her seat, to correct me, but was covertly asked by Mr. Innes to let me complete on my own.

'Three..' Polly goes down.
Mr. Innes smiles. Dad clears his throat.

'Five..' Arpita and Mitali go down.
Vanished smile, Mr. Innes now sits up, squared away his paunch. Mom still uneasy.

'Seven..' Now I was adding neighboring kids too. Meghna, Cynthia down.
Mr. Innes fell back, Mom must've fainted.

I think I must have reached a count of thirteen or fourteen, when my mother sprang forward and literally put her hands on my mouth. 'They are all cousins and close friends, of course, he is the only child!' she sounded as if beseeching.. Mr. Innes recovered from the trance I had sent him to, wiping his forehead with a kerchief and fixing his glasses, he smiled and managed an 'Of course..'

So what if I didn't know the difference between cousins and siblings and friends, I knew I had already passed. On my way back, my dad asked me how do I think the interview was? I was beaming with confidence.. a trait I still maintain.

Not so elementary, dear Watson..


After it took us to the heights of anticipation, the highly celebrated (and for truly apt reasons!) BBC tele-series SHERLOCK comes with it's second season, while making us wait for almost two years! Probably the longest wait anyone had to wait to see their favorite fictional character return.. Now I am a huge fan of the whoddunit, the criminal minds, the thrill and showdowns. And Sherlock Holmes is one legacy I happily cling on to.. The first episode in the second season of the tele-series, A Scandal In Belgravia, was the best beginning one could've hoped for..

The movie SHERLOCK HOLMES, part 1, was also a near-perfect beginning to the SH franchise. It was an accomplished ressurection of the hero, and even though a bit of rework had been done over his character, it was a welcome change as the larger-than-life persona and his brilliance was mostly retained..

But what disappointed me was everything that followed..

I'm guessing it'll still be a bit of an understatement if I say that the best detective story ever written is and always will be 'The Hound of Baskervilles' and a rework on it, especially one in the contemporary times, would be a damn difficult one! But still, whatever happens, I believe the scientific experiments, the secret government lab, the Nazi-kind of operations and all that could've been avoided.. the way it had begun was highly paced, full of suspense and intriguing but it was such a buzzkill towards the end. The whole mystery was lost very early in the spectacle.. The only thing to look forward to was Cumberbatch as SH, Freeman as Watson and hats off to Russel Tovey for his potrayal of a terrified, mortified, petrified Henry Knight.. rest was just a different-styled attempt at the greatest story of deduction, ever told!

One disappointment was enough for this week, but it had to be covered by another one.. the movie SH: A Game of Shadows. It indeed is a 'Game of Shadows' loosely similar to the 'Final Problem' written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.. but come on, where was the mystery? The art of deduction? The very finery with which SH would deduce everything!! It was just another masterpiece by Guy Ritchie, but I do not relate it in any way to Sherlock Holmes..

Hence, disappointed!

And I know you must've loved the movie, everyone has. But in my own personal opinion, it didn't provide any of the mastery that we relate SH with. It was the SH that only Robert Downy Jr. can pull off well, as he did! But being a SH fan, pity.. it was not worth the wait!

Feel free to point out if I missed out on something that was worthwhile..

My Travel Diaries - Goa!

Sorry guys, I know its been a while since I wrote anything here. I'm back from my trip to Goa, back to college and its already hectic, crazily! After about 4 semesters of consecutive classes in the evening, I have classes that start from 8am this semester, everyday.. However, more of that and I'll choke on my own words.. So how was Goa?


And why is that? Because I had the best company there, my best friends and amazing jovial people, who'd just leave their worries aside and sing and dance at one go! Absolutely uninhibited.. I tried that, and I loved it all! Shedding the inhibition, celebrating the mischief and getting over fears is among the things I'll always remember..

We stayed at Margao, with the Antaos, my friend Noelle's place.. a welcome stay, with the most amazing food, with a li'l too much variety each day! We had all kinds of fish - Kingfish, Mackarel, Pomfret, Shark, Calamari (which is a squid or baby octopus..), all kinds of meat - Chicken, Turkey, Pork, Beef, Mutton, new kinds of preparations - Goan curry, Xacuti, Vindalho.. and so many kinds of beverages, need I mention here..?

We went to a number of beaches - Benaulim, Colva, Miramar, Calangute, Baga, Palolem.. then we visited the street-side market place, including a mini-Tibetan market, where we bargained heavily, sometimes successfully, sometimes left frustrated.. ate at so many places - Martin's Corner, Johncy's, China gate.. saw the old churches in Old Goa - the Basilica of Bom Jesus, Se Cathedral, St. Augustine's Cathedral..

Then we went boating out into Mobor where we saw dolphins! That was pretty kind of them to show up and put up a nice show for us, galloping in free waters..

Anyways, I achieved a welcoming feat, by overcoming my fear of water.. I do not know how I did this, but I stayed in water, considerably deeper waters, for more than 3 hours! Dragged my friends into it too.. I was loving it, and was fearless!

So guys, if you haven't yet tried Goa, which might be a rare case.. considering it a world-renowned tourist spot in India! But still, if you haven't, pack your backpack, take plenty of sunscreen, put up your glares and hats and set out.. the experience of a lifetime!

Camera is a must need here, for beauties, sea and everything else!

The most passionately played game in India!

Me and a friend, out near the sea.. but what more so beautiful than the sunset behind my head?

Paragliding.. an adventure sport we mastered, overcoming yet another fear!

Amazing fresh prawns with 'Paav' made my day on the boat-ride to Mobor!

Christmas with the Antaos

Overcame my fear of water in the clear and reassuring water of Calangute!

Summary of everything I did in the last 20 days of 2011

Those 3 crazy lunatics up in the air would be my best 3 friends!

Old Goa was such a beauty for reasons such as these.. Basilica de Bom Jesus

At Benaulim beach, with friends!

Calamari (Squid/Octopus) from Johncy's, at Benaulim beach

Dolphins off the coast in Mobor!

The Gang, people who made the trip unforgettable.