Wishing You Loved Me Again?

Ask me, just one more time
To be yours, for ever more
To share, for better or for worse
And this time I won't let you go.

Tell me, just one more time
That you dream of me, and nothing else
That without me, you're incomplete
And this time, I won't be such a fool.

Hear me, just one more time
Forget all that I said before,
Why, I do not know
But now, I really want you back.

Look back just one more time,
See the smile fade away,
See these eyes longing,
Wishing you loved me again.


a good poem by a unknown poet

Time to kill-Book/ movie comparison

I had to kill sometime so decided to watch a movie based on a book by one of my favourite writers "John Grisham". As with most of his books, this one also revolves around a court case and proceedings.
The story is simple- a African- American father kills two white men who raped and almost killed his daughter. A young lawyer is hired to defend him and he can only do it one way; prove that the father was insane when he committed the act. He's up against a giant- a man running for governor. The lawyer is unable to get the case shifted out of the town which is made of predominantly whites-so he gets a all white jury. Neither does he have strong defences. He is helped by a young law student (Sandra Bullock) in the movie. He gives it his all-his house is burned down since he supports a black and his assistant is also beaten up. In the end a summary which is so spectacular wins him the case.
The movie is well directed, has followed the book without any changes and has decent performances. The movie saw Samuel Jackson taking home the Golden Globe; he's convincing as the father
The book like a typical John Grisham book is fast paced, racy and still very detailed to give one an image of what he is conveying.
Like most books which are made into movies, I feel the book is better. The movie falls flat because it can't be as detailed as the book is in its imagery. Also I think what makes the book better than the movie is the closing scene; the closing scene of the book had a much more hard hitting impact than what the movie had. I think Sandra Bullock was great but the lawyer could have done better. John Grisham's books demand actors who are convincing as lawyers, sadly the lead actor was not.
I'd give 2.5 stars to the movie and 4 to the book.

My longest day in office

My summer internship with a huge company which i thought would give me great exposure was going decently. Then came a storm, my manger said " Ankur, we need to close out in 3 days, so get ready for late nights". I was like ok, late nights must mean 10 pm. So I started working, in the middle stopping for coffee, trying to call up a few friends and setting up my primary research call.
The day was going the usual way and I felt I should be out of office by 8. At 4 I had the call with a industry person and in came work streaming. Shit I missed this, i missed that.
Started working on my presentation, took a maggie break at 6. Before I knew it, it was 8. My manager decided to treat me and we were off for a quick bite to New Yorker which was like two blocks from office. I had some lebanese thing and the priority was basically to get back to office as soon as possible.
Reached office and I decided I am closing out the presentation. Got everything ready by 12, sent it to my manager who responded in half an hours time of the changes to be made. I was like shit how many times do I change stuff.
I started changing it and by the time I was done and added some intro slides it was 1:45 am. I was on the next day. Shit still work to do. My manager said lets go home, get some sleep. But where was I going to get any sleep, wanted to start typing my college report too.

I can feel you

You are so far away,
but I can still feel you.
The essence of your being
is in everything I say and do.

The nearness of your spirit
takes my breath away.
I feel you in every beat of my heart
as I go throughout my day.

When I close my eyes,
I get such feelings of bliss.
I can see your gentle face
and feel the fire in your caress.

You tiptoe across my mind
in the gentlest ways.
You're in the softness of a rose
and the warm wind on my face.

You're the sunbeams from heaven
shining brightly in my soul.
A sweetness of serenity
that fills my heart with gold.

You're always inside my mind,
even though we are far apart.
I can feel you with me always
tugging gently at my heart.

There is the sweetest devotion,
I know you love me too.
We'll be together in spirit
and I'll forever love you.
...
A lovely poem

Musings of a absolutely free mind

Ok so my summer internship confusion continues not knowing whether the location would be my home town or the city that never sleeps (ofcourse the Indian version of it). So I have been absolutely free, have had absolutely nothing to do because all my friends have to work and I don't have any.
So what do I do? I start my favourite time pass reading. I had read 7 books in 7 days and suddenly decide to write. Yes its my first attempt on a story. I decided I'll write a 100 pages and started out. One day went past and I was happy with the progress I was making and was wondering "This is not very difficult I've written 5 pages". Day 2 came and as I started to write at about 10:30 pm i found myself lost not knowing how to continue. I wrote a page to my credit though. Day 3 I thought would be better but no not any better, infact I thought I was almost at the end of the story at page 9. So I thought I'll introduce a twist to make it longer. It did not work the twist made my simple story confusing. Deleted all I did on day 3. Now I am stuck with the story which does not seem to have any end or I don't seem to want to end it. Now I've decided I'll convert it into a short story, but do I actually want to end the story. I don't think so. Now I know how every writer feels. He gets so involved in his story that he wants it to continue forever.
Ofcourse my story can't go on forever so will end it, probably will publish it here for anyone who cares to read it, or will keep with myself with so many other works of mine and may be think to myself "Mr. Gupta you are no story teller".

A year gone by

Ok technically its not been a yr. I entered MBA sometime in June last year and after an academic year here I am back home in my room in retrospective of the year gone by.
First things first. What have I learnt? Well I have learnt a bit about Mumbai, its subarban trains, how to get on them and get down,learnt to eat whatever is served whether i can make out what it is or not, learnt how to be independent etc. etc.. Aha some questions where is MBA education in all this? Ok lets start. Learnt how to copy paste, relearnt the art of learning by heart, learnt how to present presentations that made no sense to me and learnt some really massive words and decided that i should strategically place them in my sentences.
High Points. Not many. Infact hardly. Except probably my summer internship, that too thanks to my lucky stars. A couple of quizzes here and there.
Fun and frolic. Lots. The topper's party, night out with friends, freshers, party time with school friends etc.
Overall a year which went into bashing the college, a lot of tensions about what would happen the next year, fights with the caterers, professors, deciding to jump into finance. Hopefully after two months July would bring a new chapter in life with some fun, some learning, some new twists.

Club Loyalty, Does it Exist?

The incident in the summer of Christiano Ronaldo literally telling Manchester United that he wants to go to Real Madrid has shown that the days of club loyalty are long gone. Gone are the days when players like Giggs and Scholes spent all their lives in one club and players like the baby faced assasin did not mind warming the bench than play for a rival. Today the only thing that talks is the money the club is ready to offer a player or playing time. Tevez is ready to leave as reports suggest cause he does not want to warm the benches anymore.

Gone are the days when players would commit their long term futures to the club and thus be identified with the club. Today a club offers a player more money and there he goes and even starts abusing his former club (I think a certain RVN would strike a cord ).

The same club/manager who shaped his career and made him a player he is,make him worth the money he is demanding, is conveniently forgotten as he moves away to a new club. The only loyalty that the players have is towards money.


So a question begs to be answered today: Is the vigour of club rivalries anything today, when you can find the same player playing for a rival club tomorrow?

How can a player forget the club which has made him the player he is . But can a player alone be blamed for this? In this materialistic world is there a scope of being loyal to a club.

I don't think so. When a players career is only a few years and it is in these years that he has to earn the money to carry him through his life is the player not right to think of his own well being and future. When a player is regular international he certainly does not like being the super sub for a club. Why? Simple out of sight, out of mind, HE could well loose his place in the international squad.

Let's not forget some of these players don't have any command of English to become commentators, nor do they have a degree to sustain them after their playing days and how many successful players become successful coaches? So what they do after their days are over. A few intelligent ones learn to live life in a better way, others... well go to the dumpster.

So let me ask this again. Is there any meaning of club loyalty today?