sidetalks 2 soccer 2 Miroslava, and name concoctions...

this is perhaps not the best time to upload a post.
with exams around the corner, and quite some assignments, this could have been put off at a more opportune date..
yet just cant resist looking at myself, spending durgapujo'05 in an alien land, with small tit-bits of experiences...

where do i start?

perhaps at side talks...i find it funny how i have moved in side talks and its' expertise in life...during engineering it used to be essentially, nothing of consequence, apart from naive aspirations...during mba, it used to be about a good job, occasionally about concepts in economics, or girls around calcutta! :) the topic changed during job time in Mumbai, talk of stock markets, business, ideas for stories, bitching about political and non-political bosses or at the least perhaps social life in discs or friendly gathering...

now, i end side-talking with people on their football teams...the nations' football teams, be it guillermo's argentinian national side and riquelme, or miroslava's bulgarian national side and stoichkov's free-kick skills...

its strange, but football provides me the littlest of opportunities to know a country..to know women, good looking and seemingly nice-natured ones, like Mira, or thats what she says is her nickname from Miroslava..i like that name, her calmness, her poise in handling routine stuff, like the coffee machinery at the school, though perhaps as with all dead ends till date in life...this shall also end in a big 'nothing'.

but i do know, i would love to have a 'mira' by my side now...the mira in women...in whatever way she manifests herself in the opposite sexes, from wherever they are, east european countries...or from latin america - chile or mexico...

talking of that, irene, my italian colleague, calls me 'chiran'...god, what a playing with my name...under what circumstances did my parents named me thus, i sometimes wonder...the name has caught on the imagination with whosoever i interact.....from chittaranjan, or chiranjan, to chiru, or chiruchat, chiruda, an obnoxious calling as if i am some god or something, or now as irene calls me chiran...strange, but i like the last name...

possibly cos, its giving me a new identity, the way a single indian guy, supposedly eligible for girls, at 26, in an alien land is being looked at by an italian lady, with a 5 letter, two syllablic name...


and they said, whats in a name...lots - is it not apparent from the above, the evolutionary sidetalks, miras or irene's chirans....

till laters...

`amen.

time for a good link, on whats in a name, tea, and western classical music.....

http://www.teamuse.com/article_030301.html and a good hindi poem from a person's orkut blog...


Chaak jigar ke see lete hain,
Jaise bhi ho jee lete hain;
Dard mile to seh lete hain,
Ashq mile to pee lete hain;

Bezaari ke andhiyaare hain,
Jeene waale jee lete hain;
Hum to hain un phoolo jaise,
Jo kaanto mein jee lete hain;

Chaak jigar ke see lete hain,
Jaise bhi ho jee lete hain....