tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46013685372779129002011-04-21T20:24:11.231-07:00Ayushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12566239475858773607noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601368537277912900.post-25798850478941802792009-03-21T10:33:00.000-07:002009-03-21T13:44:31.169-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">I had never imagined myself writing a blog until last week when Aneesh, Zero and myself started discussing the need of it. The only thing which struck me duirng the whole conversation was Aneesh saying, " <span style="font-style: italic;">Abe saale 20 saal baad padhne mein maza aayega"</span>. And so I decided to start blogging not on any public demand</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> or anything else, but to keep an account of my journey henceforth.<br /><br />The other reason whic</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I85Bgq7zeHM/ScU5dN99EvI/AAAAAAAABNY/dlSJc81n7rY/s1600-h/22032009345.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I85Bgq7zeHM/ScU5dN99EvI/AAAAAAAABNY/dlSJc81n7rY/s320/22032009345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315718109309244146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">h acted as a </span><span style="font-family:arial;">catalyst was my extreme boredom, here, in Singapore. With absolutely nothing to do to pass time, I think blogging will consume at least some fraction of it.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So, its 3 AM on a</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> S</span><span style="font-family:arial;">unday morning and I am just done chatting with Laddu. A rather long chat, we reminisced of our great time in Guwahati, the Bombay match and ofcourse our partnership in the crucial semis. We als</span><span style="font-family:arial;">o discussed</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> how lays is so ultra bu</span><span style="font-family:arial;">sy in life, how Naresh finds it so hard to f**king reply back even once. Ohh and yeah, we even tried calling Dharik for a conference call, but he too was busy as DJ had flown in to meet him.<br /><br />Finally, exhausted with doing nothing and seeing no point in reminiscing the past any further, I knew it was time to pen down </span><span style="font-family:arial;">my first blog.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601368537277912900-2579885047894180279?l=ayushjoshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12566239475858773607noreply@blogger.com5