I wish a wish

It was a starry night. I was on the lonely beach. Tired, exhausted, confused. Sitting on the tiny couch of the hotels challet. Lost in my world, the world of a Single man in love for the first time ever. Taking in the breeze. Taking in the music that played lowly on the old radio in the distant challet. Lost in my thoughts. She came in from behind me. I glanced at her. She looked equally lost. But she looked surreal. Just like the night. She had her sweater to keep her warm from the cold night. She looked at me. And then, sat down on one side of my lap making herself comfortable resting her head on my shoulders.

There was a moment of silence. We both didn't say a word. Time stood still. I couldn't hear the music or feel the breeze or see the night sky. Nothing made sense. The only thing I felt was the warmth of her touch, the smell of her hair. We sat speechless both staring at the ocean and taking in the moment The feeling was blissful. Something that you wish you could capture in a box and keep it with you for the rest of your life. I didn't know when we both fell asleep. Right there on the lonely beach, on that small couch.

When I woke up, I was alone on the couch. The sun was about to rise. I realized it was a dream. I lasted for the feeling again, I wanted to sleep again. Go back to the dream. I was gutted. 

I stood up, wore my sandals and someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around to see the Challet's worker. Semi-asleep, rubbing his eyes.

With a frustrated face, he said, "YES Sir, can I go now?"

Me: "What? Go where?"

Him: "Home? Where else? I had to keep the bloody gates open because of you…."

Me: "......what? because of me why?"

Him: "WHY? You went to sleep with your bloody gf on that stupid couch. I was going to wake you guys up when good thing your mate stopped me and paid me a fuckin fortune to keep the hotel gates open, else I'd have kicked you out I swear to god. I don’t usually hAJPQWNK DLKA HDPJHP WEMASDMK L:AJSK LHPIJD NKANMD KNKLJDSJDJBNSLDBNOL..."

She was there..she was!

In Lonesome valley

What is it with us humans and loneliness that makes us think and think and think and think some more. My mind right now is like a wild forest-fire - Unstoppable!

I look outside and it's absolutely breathtaking. The entire horizon is snow laden. It looks like a scene right out from some movie. Everywhere you look and everything you see, is covered with snow. Beautiful. But..I'm in my room. Sitting alone. Absolutely no one in the house.

Some have gone to work, some have gone to their loved ones, some are back to their real home to celebrate Christmas with their parents. How much fun it would've been if there was someone to enjoy the evening with. The perils of being away from home for your career - Right there!

But past few days have been quite normal. Nothing extra ordinary. People keep on amusing me with their behaviour. You sometimes get into a cocoon mindset where you make an image of someone which you believe won't change. Like someone you know for years and you think he/she is trustworthy or he/she will never back stab you. And guess what, they do just that. That's when you, what nature likes to call it, come out of the cocoon - the transformation.

And then you meet someone new too and it feels like you've been knowing that person for absolute ages. Such a brilliant feeling.

In my case, as much as that feeling was exhilarating, it almost cost me the next day. My enjoyment at meeting that new person resulted in me sleeping at about 5:30 am and getting up at 5:45 am (after 15 mins if you didn't get it) to go off to work. My eyes looked like I was high from a dosage of ecstasy. After 3 red bulls, I seemed alright. Hey, but you know what, it was worth it!

The day started quite well at snowy Ascot and soon the racing was cancelled because of the storm that we experienced. That was one of the most breathtaking sights I'd ever seen in my life. I stood in the balcony of the grandstand and all I could see was white from top to bottom. You couldn't see the horizon. I couldn't see anything past 5 feet from me. It was just amazing. We finished quite early than usual and predictably, next day's races were cancelled as well.

Hence today, I'm home, I'm writing this.

A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS to all you good people out there!

This song is much much deep than the vocals, something clicks in you.

Epigraph

I've sat down on a snow-laden beautiful lonesome evening to write another one of my rare blog entries. I always keep on thinking of writing one every week if not every other day but I am too lazy for that. It always takes something awe-inspiring to happen for me to sit down & pen my dispostion. I get bored rather quickly even If I decide to update my blog which, for the record, I reckon hardly anyone ever bothers to read anymore. So who am I kidding here? But its always good to pen your thoughts down so you can go through them whenever you need a bit of introspection. Anyway, so one would wonder why the crapiola now?

Well, things happened. As they always do. And always will.

I was goin through the papers a couple of days back. Its a common read about an awful lot of teenage stabbings and teenage suicides and what not. It is such a pity to see someone at the age of 13 has to think of ending his misery by putting a blade through some mates ribs and ending it all. Over a girl? Over a pety fight? Over "respect"? It takes me back to my teens when my worries included, how to dodge dads erate eye because a teacher called home for my less than impressive showing in the exams. Or worry about not saving enough money for a movie at the weekend. Or to worry about a new kit of cricket. I had fights. Arguments. But it all went out of the window after a few days, if not hours.

We all are going down the dirty road. As I once previously stated, I wish I could just lock my future kids in a box somewhere till they are about 30 so that to keep them away from this new culture, these new people, these new trends and this new society.

A 10 year old now "must" have a cell phone which for the record, I only got to lay my hands on secretly when I turned 17. All the monetary "blessings" that I used to receive in India was actually the real reason why I could afford a Cell phone during those days when even picking up a call was chargeable.

Now we all follow Lady Gaga, her music and her fashion sense!

Oh well, those were the days. Bless us all!

Man proposes but She disposes!

Funny incident.

Worked with this Indian girl at Twickers a few weeks ago. Really pretty. Good girl. Spent some time chatting with her with no intention of asking her out. Nevertheless we added each other on facebook or rather I added her on facebook and we talked for a while thereon. She went back to wherever for her Uni and I didn't hear from her ever since.

Come this Saturday for the Kiwi game, I see her queuing up for her Signing in on a level below my floor. I was in the lift and I just had a quick glance, she did too and in that brief 3 second period, I waved at her and asked her to come up and she waved back "ok, call me!". Brilliant I thought. Hence as soon as a I got on my desk, I called the floor manager downstairs and asked him to send her up to me and promised him some really pretty replacements.

Here's how it went...

Alok: Hey man, do me a massive favour, you should have this girl XYZ in your staff queue. Send her upstairs and I'll send you the hottest girl that comes to me.

Y: Umm what's her name? How does she look like..?

A: XYZ...Indian girl, long hair...you'll notice.

Y: Ahh, hey ..(Chitter chatter)...Mate, she says she doesn't want to come coz she's got her friend with her.

A: Nah it's alright, send both of em' and I'll send you 2 girls. Like for like replacement.

Y: ...(Chitter chatter)...nah mate she says no she doesn't want to come. Sorry!

A: (BUMP)! Alright thanks! Bye..

I have no idea what happened there but it was shocking. I hadn't in the slightest thought of that. I tried to ignore it and concentrate on the job ahead but it kept on playing at the back of my mind. It really bamboozled me.

I went downstairs midway through the day to have a chat with "Y" and see what he had to say. I met him and he started laughing. He said "Mate, she said she doesn't want to work with you today or next week. She even said to me that you have no chance with her. Forget about her man!" I was like, wtf! I was feeling so low because this was totally random. I had no intentions of getting into her pants neither did I protrude any behaviour to suggest the same. The way we chatted for over an hour when we first met all but suggested that she thought I was a funny guy and she kind of took me as a nice guy! So when I heard of all this, it obviously meant she was pretending to be nice to me just because I was a manager and inside she was just waiting for me to fuck off. It pissed me off and I just decided to not give a fuck and walk straight off.

When I went home, I was kind of taken aback when I saw her facebook post on my wall quite early in the morning asking me if I was working that day at Twicks. I was wondering if she didn't want to talk or work with me why the hell would she ask me that?

Hence I decided to msg her on facebook and clear off any misunderstanding. I let her know I have no intentions of hitting on her and I was really surprised she said all of that to "Y".

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She replied back instantly, saying she didn't say any of that and the way she said it was reverted back to me in a totally wrong way. Obviously, the guy wanted to keep her on his floor and she said some really nice things. Made my day!

Hence proven, Guys are dickheads!

And the biggest of them all is "Y".

Time for REVENGE! Wait for Part 2 to this post..;)

Kiwis in town, HAKA dance and the matter of punctuality

D'oh! After reading people scribble on their blog for quite a few days, I've decided to follow suite. I've never been very good at keeping my mouth shut just like Jonathan Ross but converting those thoughts to words and eventually on the blog has been a problem of sorts. I put it down to getting no time and being busy with work while some may put it down to sheer laziness. To those "some", a one finger salute, although they are sort of correct. Sort of.

So, had a very entertaining past week. Eventful. November and December is one of the busiest period of our event manager's lives up here in London because of all the November and December Internationals at Twickenham. 6 in total. We all look forward to the start of the month and as soon as the first game is over, you can't wait for the end of the 6th. It is the time to make money, but at the cost of some real donkey arse hard work. But oh well, we mere mortals have to slog around to make our gold unlike some shrek-ish creatures who just show dissent and get rewarded with over 200k GBP a week. Don't bother with the maths my fellow Indians, it is pointless. And if you don't know what I mean, google Rooney! ;)

I was particularly enthusiastic about these two months. It means more business for me and more work for all the guys over the holiday period. On the Thursday though, I was so over enthusiastic, I woke up early at about 5am, got ready and was at work at about 5:45am. I was looking forward to seeing the security guards on duty to be amazed at my punctuality but instead found out there was not a soul around. After parking on the "RFU Staff" (Im not one) parking space at the Old Rugby House, I made my way into the stadium to see the Duty Manager. Still, No one around.

I don't get it. I am 15 Mins early to work for Christs sake! How the hell no ones' there to notice when you're early to work but the entire world including your bosses walk past you when you're 5 mins late is absolutely surprising to me. But it was a fantastic day nonetheless.

Was looking forward to the New Zealand game since a year because I wanted to particularly see them do The Haka in front of 82,00 English Supporters. It has been my long term dream to watch the Haka after watching it on youtube hundreds of time. Fortunately, I was asked to look after Level 6, the view from where, was absolutely stunning to say the least. I literally felt like I was up in the clouds when I saw the first wave of supporters crowding in.

What goes around comes around. Time is the Healer.

I was given 3 Supervisors to work with on Level 6.

1st Guy was/is my immediate boss at Ascot. He was shocked at the role reversal when he was informed I was going to be his boss for the next 2 months.

2nd Guy was a former Sodexho Cash Declaration guy who once half strip searched me 3 years ago citing "random searches" as a reason. Absolute racist and I always hated him since. But the moment I heard he was going to be working under me, the monster in me started growling. Result, he ended up in the bloody hot kitchen dealing with a bloody monster of a man called the "head chef". Someone had to do it, I had a good enough reason to appoint him to do that job! ;)

3rd supervisor was a beautiful girl called Aggie. Never worked before as a supervisor. Didn't like that fact but its always a first time for everyone and I was more than sufficiently staffed so I didn't really mind. Besides it's good to have some good looking creatures working with you. You don't want a sausage fest do you?

Time has a funny way of dealing with things. I have learned over the past few months that if you put your head down and get the job done, you will be rewarded in some way or the other. This Saturday was a very good example. It was hard to get these guys on board to work with me and understand that I was their boss. I didn't want them to pass their judgement based on the amount of melanin in their skin but eventually when I managed to convince them that I wasn't there to boss around but work "with" them, we were absolutely cruising with Alex's hardcore action in the kitchen, Simon's experience, Alex's co-operation and my Logistical know-how about the stadium. We were The Dream Team.

On the closing note, I did get to watch The Haka. Recorded this video. It was such a magnificent feeling when the English Supporters started singing when the Kiwis started the HAKA. Had goosebumps all over me. Brilliant!

Anyway, I'll probably do this blogging thing on a regular basis if I feel like it. But for now Tchao!