Relationship between Blood donation and Cough

When you have the biggest urge to do something, that thing will not happen. There will be some or other matter at hand which will bring problems to the happening of that action.

I had been a regular blood donor while in India. Quit that habit after coming to Africa (dont know why). So today I was in the Blood Bank for some official work, thought that I should also donate blood and play my own part towards the good of the society. There it was, I could not donate it coz I had a slight cough and flu and they told me that I was a patient and they could not draw blood from a patient, :(... Now thats what I had been refering, this may be the first time I had caught cold in ages and when I intend to do something good, the same once in a blue moon cold comes in my way. well cant do anything for that, but then can write na. So I m waiting for my flu to go away so that I could donate blood and do my own work in the betterment of world as a living place.

cheers (sniff sniff)

santosh

The Week that was

The post was due last monday, but couldnt gather the mood or the approach to jot down the same on the blog.

After a very depressing week, which comprised of a educational disaster, a fight which I would term as the fight of the decade (I had graver fights in the last decade though) and a pretty ordinary daily schedule with nothing worthwhile to remember, I had one hell of a weekend. The weekend that boosted the mood and effectively sent the hormones to work again. I went to Theatre LA BONITA for the Indian Laughter Show, where Gaurav Sharma, D Mahesh and Khayali did some very humorous antics. It couldnt had been a better start to the weekend. Later heard the news that Uganda defeated a far stronger Angola in the World Cup Qualifier by a scoreline of 3-1 (incredible). Uganda Economy grew by 9% last year & the donor aid dependency reduced considerably. Well as far as I m concerned that is as important as it may be for India because Uganda provides me with my bread, butter and milk. Then again on Sunday evening, went on an outing to Speke Resort on the banks of Lake Victoria. A very beautiful place in a very serene and joyous environ. Though I was not very convinced by the capitalist powers at work there, charging a bottle of beer at 4500 sh compared to a company advertised mrp of 1500 & so did not booze at all. But apart from that it was a pleasant experience and a very decent way to end a week, which started off with a very sorry note.

I have been desperate to write more about Uganda and Africa and hope that the minimal details in this entry would be a percusor to start with.

cheers

santosh

To Be or Not To Be-Is the Question?

I borrowed the title from one of my cousin's gmail status bar(thanx Ravi for this one). I was just thinking about my masters results, I failed miserably (according to me), though I just managed to FAIL in one subject, but I would brand it miserable as there has to be an elan in doing anything, even failing. You should fail in atleast a majority of subjects, if want to fail convincingly. I have been time and again and again been branded a failure and I have somehow managed to get people wrong on that front. I have come back from failures everytime. On educational front, I failed in my 7th class (the only year I had a tuition and I failed in the subject I took tuitions), repeated it and passed out fairly. Never had any tuitions after that and have not looked back till my colleging years and in that stretch passed all the nine years empathically. I even hope to pass my latest attempt at education, my masters. I have carried on with the failures even on jobs, but the scale was much lower and again came out of it convincingly. Oh lets stop that topic there itself as it may be getting too bored for you folks, who are not interested in my personal life.

Today morning, while walking to office here in Kampala (I normally dont walk, but today my byke had to be serviced and havent got it back yet as it had some very serious problems, the bill itself shows it, its ugx 240,000 abt 150$ :((), I came across Kololo Secondary School and the classrooms and the pupil there, it took me back to my school days. Though I dont have much to cherish or recall about it now, there were certain things I would love to share. I distinctly remember getting the full attendance award for 3 years, I hated missing school, even though it was exam next day, I would be around lurking the books or attending lectures. I just loved school or for that matter college. Always attended the first lecture in College, which was a rare thing in commerce colleges in Ahmedabad. It would be like out of a class of 120 studs, there were like 12 ppl sitting, half of them sleeping, and the other half listening. Funny, how your school and colleging years just pass by and you dont even know when you reached this mad mad rush for survival in the corporate world. You just tend to miss those formative years, the fun, the innocence, which will never return to life again. Each stage of life is unique and will always be missed in the next run.

Nevertheless on other fronts, I am reading An Autobiography on a Yogi and The Inscrutable Americans. Trying to inculcate something into my life from the first one and trying to enjoi the humour in the second one. In the meantime, I m also trying to learn some Telugu (which seems to be impossible, as the language is too tough to grasp, but I m trying my level best :-D).

That should round up this session for the while, if anyone feels offended from my writing or has an urge to bash me, please do it through comments and do give an identity for yourself on it.

cheers,

santosh

Tests of Life

I cant decide which one is more painful, talking to her or not talking to her :(. But anyways, for the time being I m trying the second option as it will reduce the pain.

On serious note, I have failed miserably in many tests of life which recently came by my way. I promise to write about each of them in the next blogrite. I m totally utterly butterly depressed and out of life, it seems.

Blogging and checking people's blogs has been a altogether pleasant experience which is keeping me busy and out of unnecessary thought. I got so much to write and ideas keep flowing (and tat too without liqour :)). But will jote down more on a future mail.

cheers

santosh

Vodka + Fanta + Imagination = Unending Flow of Thoughts

The Title is a bit ambiguous, but what to do, its the correct title.

Day before yesterday (which now would be abt a week ago), I had Vodka, a drink which I normally dont try often, but whenever I do have its a field day. Okay, the party started, two occasions to symbolise, one happy and one seemingly sad. Dont want to disclose any.

Thoughts just flowed out and kept flowing. Vodka is a real brain racker. All the inbuilt energy of the mind and the soul just continued flowing out.

Made some real interesting decisions. First, I will surely get married some day. Out of the places I would had loved visit and stay over(one of the previous post), I missed out Egypt, which I will surely go, but only after getting married. I dont want to enjoy the pyramids, the beautifully decaying mummies and the cruise which is supposed to be enclosed with the Egypt trip alone, I need a companion and a partner for that and the all the further trips (which I think would be one hell of a figure) that are due to come in the rest of my life.

Another Decision, To Never ever fall in love and ya if I fall into one to ensure that at the end of the day I dont have to fall out. Because falling out is the most heartbreaking experience ever in the world, which I cant tolerate a second time in life. I actually fell for someone some time back(yrs back to be precise) and then lost her somewhere and then met her sometime back and then will lose her again. OMG, why did I have to lose her? Well frankly speaking I m still searching for the answer myself. Anyways, it is a very wierd experience and it will take sometime to get over. But never mind It actually had some good effects also, coz I will actually remember that before falling in love with some other gal in future.

Third decision, some much needed career thinking, I have been thinking and thinking and thinking over what to do with my work life and career path and thats the only thing I am yet to decide on particularly. Its tough.

All the above mentioned decisions are tough and hardhitting in their own way. So GOD please help me take each in its own strength in the days and times ahead.

It seems I have diverted from my topic but ya those were the thoughts that came to me on Vodka.

santosh

Flickr

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

Movies + Vacation

I dont know why does it happen only to me. With lots of attempts and toil (as I had written in my previous post), I was able to watch a crappy movie called Sirf, instead of Tashan, which fortunately did not release in the first week in Ahmedabad multiplexes, because if it had then I wud had watched it paying 150 bucks and wud had gone thru a heart break for another month. I ultimately watched the movie in a theater in Ernakulam in Kerala and will no doubt regret it even if it did ultimately cost me 150 bucks, becoz I went to watch it with my cousin and bumped into one of his friends and all tickets cost me abt that amount. Nevermind the cost, but the movie was utter shit. I cant even think of words to describe the extent of trash it was. The songs were no doubt good and picturised in a very beautiful way to fool people like you and me. But the dialogues, screenplay, climax (blah worse) was just crap. I dont understand why do you have to give the half hinglish, half engindi language to almost all your actors. It killed the movie in the first part. For a time being its fun to hear and laugh but then it becomes monotonous and crazy.


After I came back from the shock of Tashan (it took me 2 weeks to overcome it), then I watched Jannet-In Search Of Heaven. I would say its a masterpiece in comparision to Tashan. Beautiful movie, good premise, good songs, good acting by Imran Hashmi, everything was good, the heroine, the match fixing, the betting, almost everything except that the ending may have been a bit more hero friendly :D. I m beginning to like Imran Hashmi's acting style. I would give an overall 3 stars out of a 5.
In other news, I have left India and reached back to my Karmabhoomi, Uganda, back to work. The India trip was quite good, a much needed break from the day to day stuff at work. Again contrary to expectations, I had a very hectic holiday also, was busy all the time. It seems had only 4-5 days out of the 40 days to sleep my heart's fill.
Nevertheless, I got a Canon for me and m trying my hand at shooting stuffs. I will try to upload some here.
Thats seems to be all from me for now. A hecticly written blog entry in a desperate attempt to keep this blog alive. :-D.