SHADOWs

Goodbye

2012-01-15T12:55:00.000Z

I have never liked biding adieu. I have never liked saying bye to an extent where I have never liked locking the main door to my house at the end of the day, and I would always scavenge for someone to actually lock the door.

24 years of knowing someone, knowing someone to an extent that your identity was formed according to how your relationship developed, to an extent that the very name by which everyone calls you, the very name your near and dear ones have always referred to you as, how they will always refer you will be something coined by him. A name, the only name that was deemed as sweet as his sister, the only name that was deemed fit even by his parents, the only way he will be remembered even now after he's long gone - "Cheri", every time someone will say it out loud, an invisible spear will cut through me. Only hoping, that I will get used to the pain or the spear will lose its sharpness.

As very well stated by a friend who had written to bereave my loss, our loss:

"Though I did not know your brother personally he always featured in your stories of home and childhood. And for those who grew up with brothers know how precious this part of our life is.I can only imagine the pain your parents are going through. My heartfelt condolences to the whole family. But remember that though he is not there personally he will live on in your crazy acts of tomboyish-ness, your love for a certain kind of music, all those black tee shirts and most of all in that cozy warm personal corner called memory."

As I swell with memories I can only finish on the note murmuring to myself:

"I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad,

The dreams in which you died I hope they were the best you'd ever had."

R.I.P. Dada, peace to you, love you forever, miss you forever more.

(Ir)responsible Media

2010-12-12T17:29:00.000Z

No one could have ideally said it better than Sir Paul McCartney himself. The thin line that the media often oversees is the right to information and right to revealing. Angelina Jolie (for whatever unscrupulous reasons be) is trying to get a law passed that bans reporters from prying on their personal lives. There's a reason it is "personal" because it is purely no one else's business. The media sometimes gets so bent on getting news that sell, that they quite often than not forget their mortal mission, reporting 1-0-1 if you may - you broadcast news to make money but not at the cost of the society.

Say for example, the 26/11 incident. Covering the incident was important, but what was deemed unnecessary was them camping right outside the hotel and covering from every possible angle how, when, who and what was then being done. What was unnecessary was them to give out globally, where a certain group was safe and soundly hiding. While I do get it was partly the cabinet ministers fault who let out that juicy piece of information of the same but under such tormenting situation it is a mere miracle that they didn't blow themselves up but rather held on patiently waiting that soon something good is going to come out of it.

While the media has more than often abused their right to speak and write; they have on a very few occasions brought justice to the ones deprived of the same. Like the Jessica Lal murder case. Shot down publicly at a socialites party, brimming with evidence yet the case was suppressed. The criminals were acquitted after the initial hearings. Devoid of media pressure the criminals would be going around scot free. It took 7 years to drive the criminals to their rightful places, behind bars!

There is always two sides to any story and the media is supposed to cover not just the two sides but the possible parallel dimensional third side as well. However lately the media seems to be interested only in the dimension that clears their bills and good spirited journalism seems shockingly passée . Hope this is one thing that sure makes it back in vogue.

"We dont need no Hateration"

2010-10-13T12:43:00.001+01:00

We all know about Speed dating. Be it up front or on the screen. Strangers sit in a room and everyone gets two minutes with the other person after which a bell is rung and the person has to move on to the next seater. If they like each other then the person stays and they talk on and exchange numbers and all that. If they don't like the person at the other side of the table before two minutes are up, they can sound an individual bell and the person has to step aside from the chair and wait for his turn with the next participant.

In today's pessimistic world we have made our own hateful version of it. Also known as, "Speed Hating". You just come across strangers and you blurt out stuff that you don't like or that is piled up inside you.

I for one, fail to see what good comes out of that! Of course you get to yell stuff and that ought to feel good, but what about the unnecessary rants of others that you get to hear. Don't you already get to hear that everywhere; in the form of your colleague who keeps thinking you give a damn about his computer that has broken down or your boss asking you to run an extra errand or your friend breaking up for the n'th time in a blink of an eye and thinking that you still care. Besides, don't we all come across enough people who don't get you either way already?

All this makes me wonder, Didn't anyone hear Mary J. Blige singing out in "Family affair" :
"Don't need no hateration, holleratin'
In this dancery
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting
So just dance for me."

Mtv v/s Channel V

2010-07-07T11:07:00.004+01:00

When I was growing up MTv and Channel V were at each others neck in competition just as Coke and Pepsi still are. I remember the scandalous shows - Mtv Loveline with the fabulous Malaika Arora being the perfect agony aunt on screen. Who cared what the solutions were as long as she still read out those long letters in those short dresses! ;) Channel V had VJ Sophie and VJ Shehnaz doing the same with the Indian blonde flavour to it.

I particularly remember this horrible show that used to come on both the channels that used to make my blood curdle. MTV and Channel V had their versions of it. Mtv had this show with a theme of what wouldn't you do for your loved one. In this show one would set out to do a task designed by Mtv or something that they decided that included something they fear or something that disgusts them ( you get the idea!). Channel V had a fight off. Two guys or girls would fight for the girl/guy they love and the winner would get to take the girl/guy, not take her home; just take her! Don't worry it isn't as crude as it sounds, it was way worse.

Off late I have indulged myself happily into world of the blabber box. I came to notice just exactly how much materialistic we had turned over the past decade of recession and wars. Although the shows mentioned above were crude the end prize was love and perhaps their 15 seconds of fair share of fame. Now Love is the game and cash is the prize, served with bitchiness: "Swaad anusaar"!

Mtv Roadies Producer Raghu Ram discovered this piece of gold with 'Splitsvilla'. Channel V retorted with "Truth Love Cash", "Axe ur Ex" and "Sprite Love Net" - each worse than its predecessor. 'Truth Love Cash' is like an Indian take on "Sex, Lies and Videotapes". Couples fighting it out for cash, love and often falling head along when the truth is revealed.
"Axe ur ex" is something that is just wrong on so many levels, that it wouldn't go beyond its 1st episode if it were aired in any country where suing is taken up as a hobby with uncontrolled passion and Channel V would be out of it business before it could complete the word "Axe". The plot seems amusing enough, a "Damsel in distress" Ex walks up to Channel V and Channel V plans out a day in hell for the counterpart starting from harassing her in public to downright breaking into her room and booby-trapping it to spook the other party- playing God if you will.
"Sprite Love Net" is as bitchy as it gets. Two strangers who have been in contact with each other via the net and with a wish to be romantically involved are helped by Channel V. The guy and a VJ break into the girls place snoop through her place, talk to neighbours etc. While the girl with another VJ snoop through the guys stuff (magazines, posters in the bathroom, dirty laundry etc.). Then they are out face to face and obviously they would have a lot of uncovered grey area and both of them set out clearing them and triggering each others defence alarm.

I grew up when the phrase "Love sells" was used more often than the phrase "Sex sells". I guess I now understand what Black Eyed Peas were singing when the released their 1st track of Elecphunk and asked us all, "Where is the love?"

As far as the competition goes there is no doubt that Mtv has won it by leaps and bounds. They achieved what Sony tried to achieve with 'Walkman' and 'Blu Ray discs', they created a novel market and tapped it at its full with - Mtv India,Mtv International and Nickelodeon. So I guess when Mtv v/s Channel V is compared, this show is more than over!

The EnigmA of a Superhero!

2010-06-21T13:27:00.000+01:00

Try remembering the first day you came back from school, what did you do (in my case what I think I did) was possibly sleep a lot and then finished the homework or something. What did your parents whisper in your ear that very day? "You are special, and one day you are going to be a radical person!" Every time you got enrolled into any extra curricular activities what did you think? You thought you are going to be the best of its kind; not cause you worked really hard or that there is a major breakthrough happening in that field but simply cause the media and your parents told you that you are "One of a kind". I don't blame my parents for thinking I am one of a kind, but I blame the media for making me believe it!

Moving back to original topic, being a superhero just takes alllll that pressure off! You know you don't have to do something extraordinary or work really hard for something, just your mere existence makes allll the difference! Spiderman, had a major early-life crisis even though he was a full-on nerd with top notch A's he wanted more and he turned into Spiderman and it more or less ended there. He was one of a kind and suddenly he discovered this genre of one-of-a-kind enemies and all he does is reduce the scope of uniqueness.

Gautam Buddha was perhaps the only peson who had it all figured out, he said man's mortal quest is not for happiness but for ultimate power; seeking power is what makes man unhappy.

True on so many many levels. The ultimate quest for power brings us so much closer to fighting to survive and all this gets so easy when you are a superhero. the only people for whom the "I am,...." sentences make sense!

If Hulk says, "I exist, Therefore I am." It just bears so much more gravity than every other riff raff using the term.

The comics developers realised this wish of man to be so much more than just a mere mortal resulting their existence,and their scintillating mutli-million dollar majestic success. I almost forgot the movie that whooped Box Office ass, The Matrix Trilogy!
I guess this article bears its roots from Jim Uhls's much appreciated screenplay in Fight Club (1999) where Brad Pitt goes on to say, "We've all bee raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won't. We're slowly learning that fact . And we're very, very pissed off!"

What's on the table?

2010-05-12T05:00:00.000+01:00

Anyone who knows me, and knows me well...will know my love, zest and passion for food..not just any food, good food; might be nutritious as well :P . I have friends who live their lives for food, have had their parents courier them kilos of food stuff over international shores, cause they share the same passion.
I am not just yet another person who loves food. I like everything about food. The way you have to gather raw materials and every different spice not only adds a different aroma but completely changes the taste of the food.
As kids, full on cartoons were scarce and animes didn't exist; me and my brother kept ourselves busy by baking and cooking, severely and by tonnes! To the limit, till my mother got fed up of us and hid the kneader. We built an extension cable and kneaded out in the lawn! Yes, we were that bored, it was summer vacations, what do you expect?
Since then I have borne a love for confectionery. Food isn't just something you feel in your mouth and fills your stomach.
For me when a cake steps out of the oven, its browned hard crust lends it an added taste and smell, which fills me. When you cut a piece of cake, I like the feel of knife cutting through the cake, I like the crumbs that fall out when you retract the piece from the main chunk. I treasure the way your fingers compress into a cake when you hold it and it melts in your mouth.
The entire setup is the feeling I cherish. Those of you who do know what I'm talking about, who understand exactly how I feel may be a bit better or a bit lesser; this post is an ode to you all, for the sake of your loyalty!
:)

The couple

2010-04-06T04:11:00.000+01:00

It had been four months and Julia knew what was going on. She had nothing to complain, she had had a good life- a loving family, a faithful husband, a couple of good friends and her beloved dogs who never made her wonder whether she had enough love to go round. She waited patiently for the results; not expecting a miracle but just a tentative date as to when she leaves her family, loving husband and friends behind to rest for once and for all. She saw a glimmer in his husband's eyes which said,"I'm not ready! I never will be!", she placed her hand on his and reassured him with a look of,"I need you to be strong my love!" Her parents had left for heavenly abode and she was glad that they had, cause her mother used to say,"There's nothing more painful than to lose a child with the parents still alive". Few of her close friends were taking care of her house, her dogs and her husband who was growing ever more lean.
The doctor came in with the reports. She felt like it was a repeat of Scrubs/Grey's anatomy; she knew the look, the pauses, the sense of practised guilt of having nothing more that they could deliver. But she was a strong woman, she made it easy for the doctor. She asked him,"How much time do I have left?", her husband stared at her startled with the question as she felt her husband's world shatter and noticed a tear roll out from the corner of his eye.

The doctor said,"Three weeks, I am extremely sorry. But, we can still........." . She looked at her husband and said,"Let me go while I am not a vegetable, let me pass away like a human being!" He didn't know how to respond, after all she was just 40 years of age and to him, she still looked like the teenager he fell in love with on the first day of high school. He felt there were so many things that he had promised that were yet to be done, they were yet to buy a condo and shift to Los Angeles and stay by the sun and sand; they were yet to take a world tour, yet to love each other more...so much more. He thought of the times he had disappointed his ever loving beautiful wife.

A thousand thoughts were swirling through his mind...it was like the entire thing was a bad dream and he just couldn't shake it off and wake up. He tried hard, but he could not! He saw the doctor mouth a few words that seemed like,"I'll give you a minute", he wasn't sure though; he wasn't sure of anything that was happening. He had unknowingly started walking, walking out of the room and almost out of the hospital; he heard his wife's soft screams calling out to him but it was like his legs were not in control of his body. His childhood friend caught up to him and shook him and said,"Tim! Tim! Can you hear me??? Julia needs you!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME!!! TIM!!!"

A couple of minutes later, Tim had regained his sense of talking. John had informed Julia that Tim is with him and fine and that she should not worry. They'd be back soon. After a while the first words Tim uttered were,"Who is with Julia?" John said,"Rosanne is there, don't worry. Even she needs a friend and Rosanne is just as strong as Julia; but we need to take care of you right now. Tim, she is dying and you know that; don't act like you didn't. I know you hoped against hope; but deep in your heart you knew. I guess it is time you pulled out that courage and used it. I know you can't be prepared for death; but you have to...for your sake, for Julia's sake."

Tim stayed quiet, he looked down at the unevenness of the cemented floor and he noticed the blobs, he didn't want to listen to what John was saying, even though he knew every word he is saying was true and he will have to do it sooner or later. He was really concentrating on this particular blob that had a fine thread around it which reminded him of Julia's blonde smooth hair and how it sways in the wind and how it smells every morning when he wakes up next to her. Before he knew he noticed tiny circular formations on the floor, he realised he was crying; not crying out of anger, not crying out of a sense of loss; but crying that he has to stand and face the fact that his loved one is dying and he had to be standing next to her stronger than ever before cause he loved her so much more than this mere gesture. He felt John's arm on his shoulder and he knew that though he is not alone on this road but he realised that in a matter of three weeks nothing will ever be the same. His first and only love, will no longer be there to grow old with him. He quivered as he bent into two and John knew just the thing to do at least that's what they've done ever since they were little kids; a hug. John's hugs were magical; he would soak away all the gloom that anyone had and if it were a joyous moment it would get quadrupled. Tim picked himself up and walked to the water tap, splashed his face with the cold Michigan winter water.

Tim walked in to the room and greeted his love with a smile and looked towards Rosanne and said,"Could you give us a minute?",Rosanne as prompt as ever left the room with a smile and without much delay.
Tim looked deep into Julia's eyes, which still bore that blue ring around her cornea just like the first day that he met her. He said,"Julia, you know I love you, more with every fleeting moment and this is not easy for you or me. But I love you enough to let you decide how you live your life...[pauses, sniffs]..or leave this world. So what I'm trying to tell you is that I'm going to stand by you in whatever decision you make.(Smiles) But, only if you promise me you'll get us a good condo in heaven, cause baby I'm gonna come to get you soon; so don't flirt around too much with those handsome angels; cause I will break those pricks bones once I get there." She giggled through her tear filled eyes and clogged nose and said,"Thank you hon. Thanks for standing by me, I have always and will always love you. If on days you find that you hear the bell ring but no one's at the door, that is cause I'm asking you to clean the house, clean yourself, feed Goldy and Snoopy and take them out for a walk."

Julia wanted to come home and spend the last few days with friends and her dogs. One fine day as she woke up next to Tim, she noticed that Goldy and Snoopy were waiting expectantly by the bed that they'll get to go for a walk soon. She turned over to Tim and called him softly, her voice still groggy with sleep. She covered her mouth as she had done for the past 18 years of married life and called him softly. He turned around and hugged her and said,"I like your morning breath why are you robbing me of that smell?" She shied away from him just like the first time he had said the sentence and said,"Cause I don't get kicks out of spreading germs and I wish I could have taught you that in the past 18 years, alas! Some people are just spoilt beyond repair!" Tim groaned,smiled and said,"Fine. I'm going to get you your brush and I'll clean up, we'll take these lazy bums (pointing to Goldy and Snoopy) for a walk and then we can get some breakfast ok?" She smiled and nodded. She never felt more loved.

It had been a week since she passed away. Tim still didn't know how to live his life. He didn't find the will to wake up or get up or feed the dogs or clean the house. Goldy and Snoopy were very sensitive and they tried their best to not seek any attention. They had managed to make the dog food box drop from the shelf and they ate it off of the floor. They answered their calls of nature in the garden.

It was the 21st of December, he didn't know how he was going to spend the festivities of this season without his beloved. He didn't know if he'd be able to make it past a mistletoe without having a complete breakdown. He just kept reeling through the memories- her hair, her smell, her clothes, her smile, the loud cackle of her laughter reverberating through the house and another few houses....THUDDD!!!! Tim heard a noise, but he didn't have the heart to get up. While he laid down their wondering, steal what you want just let my dogs and the photos be! He heard a voice, a voice that he knew meant trouble. He heard it again, "TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMM!!!!!! Are you there?!!! TTTTTTTTIIIIIMMMMMMMM!!!!!" Crap, it was his sister Donna, he knew she was going to lecture him. He could hear her proceeding footsteps towards the door. He wanted to run and hide, but his muscles failed to. Donna marched in and said,"God! TIM!!! Will you look at yourself. I cannot tolerate you and your awful smell! Go get decent! We have the hearing of the will today and I will not take no for an answer and you know there is no point arguing with me. So go on, go ahead. I'll lay out your clothes for you,just get ready! Then come down for breakfast! Wonder what Goldy and Snoopy are eating!"

Tim marched on and followed his sister's orders mostly cause he didn't have the energy to do anything else. 45 minutes later they left in Donna's car.

They reached the hearing on time. Tim couldn't have cared less, he just wanted his wife back at the cost of his complete fortune. After the hearing, the lawyer came up to him and said,"Julia had left a letter for you."
He rushed into the bathroom as he knew that's the only place where he could read undisturbed. He ripped apart the envelope. The letter read:
"Dear Tim,
Hi baby. So I guess I kicked the bucket before you eh? YOoohooo, I don't have to be the last one, I beat you to the race. Come on Tim you know, it has always meant everything for me to win. Anyway, I love you hon. And don't worry if any of the rockstars land up here am not goinng flirt with them, you have my word ;). I guess you are not cleaning the house, or yourself. Do that hon, it hurts for me to see you live like that. We are all responsible for our own lives. As far as Snoopy and Goldy are concerned I bet they are being the absolute dolls that they are. Or dogs, whatever :P ! I know we've discussed this a million times before but I'll say it again. Don't end your life, just cause mine has ended. I cannot see you live like this. Go out there, live your life and as Joey said,"Grab a spoon!" ;). It would make me so delirious to see you live and love again. Take your time but do move on hon. And about loving, I guess Missy Higgins has said everything I want to say. Since I'm sure you don't know about the song or the artist here goes the lyrics, and I will alawys love your for everything you do, everything you don't, everything you are and everything you aren't!

"I don't know what I've done
Or if I like what I've begun
But something told me to run
And honey you know me it's all or none

There were sounds in my head
Little voices whispering
That I should go and this should end
Oh and I found myself listening

'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood

See I thought love was black and white
That it was wrong or it was right
But you ain't leaving without a fight
And I think I am just as torn inside

'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood

And I won't be far from where you are if ever you should call
You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved at all
But you taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you
This is what I have to do

'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood
Oh, she who dares to stand where I stood"

Love you darl.
Muaah Muaah!
Forever yours loved wife,
Julia."

Tim didn't know what he was going to do after he finished reading this letter. But he realised he doesn't need to do anything but live, for Julia's sake; and learn to live without Julia. As he stepped out of the building, he found the rays of Sun sparkling on yesterday's snow, and was reflected to his eyes. He took out his shades, descended the steps and he said to himself,"Here goes nothing!"

"Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings"

2010-04-03T04:33:00.000+01:00

"There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold

And she's buying the stairway to heaven.

When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed

With a word she can get what she came for.

Ooh, ooh, and she's buying the stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure

'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.

In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,

Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,

Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,

And my spirit is crying for leaving.

In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,

And the voices of those who stand looking.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,

Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune

Then the piper will lead us to reason.

And a new day will dawn for those who stand long

And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,

It's just a spring clean for the May queen.

Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run

There's still time to change the road you're on.

And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,

The piper's calling you to join him,

Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know

Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road

Our shadows taller than our soul.

There walks a lady we all know

Who shines white light and wants to show

How everything still turns to gold.

And if you listen very hard

The tune will come to you at last.

When all are one and one is all

To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying the stairway to heaven. "

Attempt:
Around a year back Harsh had asked me, "What does Stairway to heaven mean?" I had given him a little perception of the song. Then I went hunting on the net. What next shocked me was the various range of explanations I found for the same, ranging from God believing Christian fanatic views to extremely dark Satanic views, and all these views suit the song so well its hard to tell what is true and what is not.

The God believing Christian view of it is as follows:

There is a lady entwined in the materialistic pleasures of the world. She is so engulfed by the mortal pleasures to the extent that a word fetches her all her hearts desires to an extent that she thinks she can buy her stairway to heaven. But, she doesn't find the store that sells her the stairway to heaven; but she's determined to find it; as she's been blinded by her stubborn nature.

And the materialistic world has made her shrewd enough to make sure that when she does buy it, it is what she paid for. Songbird, is symbolic of angel incarnate as music is deemed to be good and pure much like an angel; and preaches that all of our views are dyed with misconceptions that we bear of today's world.

There is a feeling that overpowers Plant when he looks towards the setting sun as it yearns to be liberated and attain moksha. His thoughts symbolically represent him being stranded amidst a burning forest (more thoughts) yet he finds the will to stand strong and be faithful to his beliefs. This prevailing confusion makes him ponder. It could also be symbolic to deforestation and how we are all not doing anything about it.

While being lost the only thing that is keeping him positive is that somewhere his conscience whispers to him that singing the tune of faith, Jesus will lead them to reason. It will lead to a new day that will echo with laughter of triumph of all that is good, with forests reclaiming the land.

If there is a sound in the forest don't be alarmed it is God weeding out the evil and all that is good in the world prevails. The May Queen signifies the Queen of bloom and the season for blossom, representing all that good is in full bloom. There is always two ways you can approach a problem; as an ancient Sanskrit text (Samyutta Nikaaya) reads,"Tasmaa satan ca asatan ca naanaa hot ito gati, asanto nirayam yanti santo saggaparaayanaa" meaning, "Therefore do the paths of the good and the evil of this world divide; the evil go to hell but the final destination of the good is heaven.” We always have the option of changing what and how we do something; it is never too late to 'change the road you're on'.

Once you're enlightened by the ways of God, you will be attracted by the sheer vitality of His existence.Referring to the old lady's idea of buying your way into heaven is fleeting with the wind.

And as year goes by with barely any time left to live, we all know of a lady who irrespective of her age is still not wise or realistic as she still believes she can buy her way into heaven.

If and when you open your souls to the truth, after the spring cleaning of the May Queen all are together and equal, and to put an end to moribund thinking and come to rest and attain nirvana.

While some of us get wiser there are and will always be people who believe they can buy their way into heaven.

Satanic version:

The satanic version is very inane as only certain parts of it show complete relevance while other parts just seems a forced upon thinking.
"There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'cause you know sometimes words have two meanings."
This humours one's sense of hell and heaven. If Plant were a devil worshipper he would think of hell as heaven.

"There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving".
Christians believe that Jesus will arrive from the east and hence are buried facing east. Looking at the west shows that he is yearning to be one with Satan at its earliest.

"And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul".
In this part of the song it refers to our shadows as something darker and possibly "evil" and our souls are usually referred to as something holy. Our shadows are taller than our souls could refer to being on the path of hell.

"Then the piper will lead us to reason.

And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.”
This raptures that in the end you will be rewarded for the path you take.

History:

There are several accounts of the song's existence. In one, Plant says that he wrote it after a period spent before the fire contemplating “spiritual perfection” at the band’s country house in Headley Grange. In another, Plant says that Page played him the chord changes and his hand spontaneously began writing the immortal first words. In another version, Page recalls that Plant jotted down about three quarters of the lyrics on the spot at the band’s very first rehearsal of the song. Stephen Davis maintains that Plant had written under the spell of Lewis Spence, particularly his Magic Arts in Great Britain. Of course, these versions are not mutually exclusive – one or more could be combined. This was considered as Plan't epiphany of spiritualism.

Perceptions:

The Christian views believed that Heaven and Christanity was so ideally represented, that God gifted Led Zep with the #1 spot in all music countdown thereafter even now! While songs like "Highway to Hell" ended up being just another song in the history of rock. "The key to understanding ‘Stairway to Heaven’ is in the cover art on the album. On the back is a prophet on a hill holding a lantern with a six pointed star in it.This is a direct reference to the world of sacred geometry, which has a connection to the world of the occult. (Hence the connection with Aliester Crowly). When you start to understand the teachings of Plato, and why the sign over his academy read, “Let no man enter here who does not understand geometry”, you will begin to understand how the song was created, and why it resonates with our souls.You will also begin to understand that the lyrics of the song is a prophecy that has only started to become relavent in the last few years, and consequently, could not have been correctly interpreted before this time."

Satanic believers have their own set of beliefs, obviously.It is believed that Plant was heavily intoxicated when he was at Headley Grange and he saw Satan speak to him through the flames in the bon fire and he promised him sheer success if he were to write a song preaching Satan's dark words. It is believed that Plant agreed and fudged back-masking into the song dedicating the song to Satan on a global platform. I don't believe that Zepellin intentionally put the stuff about Satan in there, but rather that they did draw these dark entities into their music via their lifestyle and Page's then fascination with Aleister Crowley. This pact is also to be held responsible for the death of John Bonham; another price that the band had to pay for their success. Obviously Led Zep denies this, who wouldn't!

Back-masking:

Back-masking is a way of hiding messages which are revealed once played backward.

The lyrics turn into:

"Plaaaay backwards,

Hear why its sung here, oppositioner..
Allll on track, all arriving
They all sing, and they are one.
Shall I loathe you now, parishoner?
Oh hear Him, Christian within me.
It stirs my sin; the river,
Oh, she swells with our lousiness.
All my life will end for him?
We’re all out of signs,
I know I’m sorta shocked
To hear The Lord,
My God now will save me!
Oh I will n’er be saved,
Because I live with Satan..
One wish today;
That you’ll all pray for
Three who will make it here late.
Pray now and you’ll see..
The ‘Lord’ turned me on,
But, oh, I was the shaggy fool..
Clothed in agony,
Lost at a height.
There’s No Escaping it.
Nor his woes..
So here’s to my Sweet Satan.
The one who’s little path
Would make me sad,
Whose power is satan.
He’ll give you 666.
there was a little toolshed,
where he made
us suffer sad Satan.
Ohohohoh...
“Family won’t get loose,
They’re offered me”
Always soothes the worker.
Always will be as we know now
“I see ruins,” said he,
“the world they offered me?
Who wished the Lord’s fall”
If we lose feather,
Say you’ll save me!

And no wimps can bend the rules..
And no wimps can do..

Hunt next to the shore,
‘Cause they see all from there,
See here’s the news,
Who walks with mute grief!
Perhaps no-one found thee...
“Heavy, lift me out,”
Spake the Reve,
“Someday, failed, we’ll lose one line-up,
They’ve gotta leave forsaken”

And no wimps can do..
And no wimps can do...

He, who say the lords
Thoth have our laws,
Maat must be superb. Mass is ended..
Over there,
He who should learn thee.
Any moot that serves by my sworn music,
I wish it with snow be shushed, All for my mass’s sake.
Hear why its sung,
here, oppositioner, Ohh..
He who should show
May make his show worthy,
To look, for us, odd.. sickly,
There’s one chance - take his show.
Hold thy head,
Hear why its sung here. oppositioner.
Who owns this earth built below?
Oh sweet Israel… "
Well I have heard it too and it sounds exactly like that. While I agree the content is true; I find it highly unlikely that he had intentionally put all this content in there. What I guess makes up my mind is that I'm listening to it when it plays forward so the backward content of it is really irrelevant.

Spiritualism, is very complex, bearing a certain sense of duality. You can interpret it in any form you wish to. It is like Heisenberg uncertainty principle, meaning we can't really know the truth but merely take glimpses of it.

Career diversity

2010-04-02T13:47:00.000+01:00

I had once read, "There's no such thing as a fun job! Have you ever seen an advertisement that read 'Wanted Pizza eater', of course not! Work is supposed to stink and that comes by the basic definition of it!". Nonetheless, with an assignment less than a week left to cover, I am busy procrastinating in my dream world, thinking of all the wonderful things!

I wondered, if there were any fun jobs and I came across seemingly fun jobs like a Theme park employee, Hollywood wardrobe stylist, groomer, hairstylist, baker, wedding planner, publicist..but all these careers I could see myself getting tired out, by a max of 2 years and most probably strangling my clients. LOL. So I moved on...I searched the internet for fun courses. I thought to myself, what do I really adore and is a part of my daily life. I heard my soul speak almost howling, MUSIC! So I looked for courses in music.
I was fascinated by the number of courses focussing on rock music. I found Perth university, which offers you a MA in Rock Music Studies and Maryville University of St. Louis offering B.A. in Cultural Studies of Rock Music. But the most obnoxious degree of all requires a run up, and I will give it the much demanded honour.

UK is perhaps one of the most recession hit countries, its pound rate from a 82 INR went down to as low as 62 INR, had 10% more unemployed people in the age group 16-25 and raised its VAT from 15 to 17.5% in order to recover from this blizzard hit state. If the bigger picture goes down then obviously its sub-parts go down too, basic logic. Liverpool, in the light of "The Beatles" is considered to be where it all began! The town realises its potential and pools in the "ka-ching" like no other with the "Hard Day's Night Hotel", which is perhaps the Hard Rock Hotel, Las Vegas's English version. Enough said about the backdrop now the real run.

Liverpool Hope Foundation offers a MA degree in "The Beatles, Popular Music and Society”. I understand you want to pool in cash but do it with some class. Do not mistake me, I am an ardent classic rock fan and it doesn't get more classic than "The Beatles", but what do you do with this degree? In what scenario is this degree relevant! There are already more than 8,000 books in the market! What novel stuff could these people write or stumble upon 40 years of disintegration of "The Beatles", 2 dead artists (John Lennon and George Harrison) and 8,000 books later? More hauntingly who could want a masters in Beatles?
I realise that in India we do not have such wide career options but at the end of the day, you need some direction; this isn't a summer camp, its a masters degree.

Funny how people will get pooled into anything. I hope people realise this money scam for a masters degree and decide better.

[Hope you enjoyed a work of my critical self, as pointed out by someone; I suffer from Multiple personality disorder! :P ]

Stupidity: Not passée but In Vogue!

2010-03-31T23:24:00.000+01:00

Stupidity is commonly interpreted as lack of intelligence, understanding or maturity.
As kids, the word "Stupid" was treated with same hostility from our parents like we used a f---aar worse word, if you catch my drift. Although, soon enough we acted so stupid that our parents were forced to utter these very unholy words and chide us with a common and much heard, "Stop acting so stupid..get serious... deal with your life and don't act like an ostrich!" So commonly heard, that it is almost a cliché now. We were incessantly told not to act stupid and the harder we tried the stupider we got. Sometimes we didn't even realise that we are acting stupid, to an extent that stupidity got incorporated into acting polite.

For example, today when I got back home with a huge amount of food supplies peeping out of my bag; my flatmate politely asked, "You went grocery shopping?" , I nodded yes; we smiled and parted ways. It was without a doubt,very clear to her that I had gone shopping, but stupidity prevails. If I were in her situation I would say the same thing!
Someone colours their hair and when they look at you with a look of "praise me", you say-"Coloured your hair?", she says "Yes!" and somehow amidst this, a thought gets passed that you were praising them, I don't know how that works out; but it does!

We were taught to be polite; but in today's world, with oh! So many morons floating about, it is almost impossible. While some are naturally stupid, others just abuse the privilege. We try to fill the gap and the best we can come up with is, stupidity.

I would say, being stupid is the new being polite.

I rest my case, sire!

Playlist

2010-03-07T02:04:00.000Z

"I wish my life had background music" is such a commonly used statement these days. For my case I guess it's been happening quite a lot these days. You see when you need to study for quite sometime, you need something keeping you sane; but not wasting your time. Music just about serves and fits the purpose. I have had been listening to music quite constantly indeed. Either it's at home, in the wee hours at the library or the endless hours that me and my friends have spent waiting in the coffee room; either for some one to get free to help us or for our endless number of ELISAs to complete, while feeling even more unwanted than cancer! LOL.
Anyway, getting back to my original topic,Music...AAAhhh! What would be doing without it. I had ended up with a rather weird music collection being the soul-sold-out classic rock fan that I am, being friends with metal heads and pop lovers, and the "old man's music" is just something that you get from being part of a family, any family! So nothing can really shock me at this point. I have tracks from "Blah blah blah" to "The Joker" to "Rose of Sharyn" to "So happy together".
Today feeling extremely exuberant and happy, I was wondering what to have for dinner and I decided just to keep it simple cause I was too lazy to begin with. Then I heard the iPod playing, "..We were meant to live for so much more have we lost ourselves..", thinking of it as a mere coincidence, I smiled to myself. I stepped into the kitchen thinking of my flatmate who is super sensitive to noise and busts me every time I try cooking at odd times. To be fair it was only 00:30 :P . While I was figuring how to keep it low, I heard the following track playing,"..If we're adding to the noise turn off this song. If we're adding to the noise turn off your stereo, radio, video...". I was pretty impressed about the synchronisation of my thoughts and my iPod and wondered what all Apple could do to make that happen. As my potato wedges turned golden brown. I turned off the stove and added salt and pepper to the wedges. I tasted them and it was too hot and the music ringing in my ears went to "Dead God in me" which kinda suited the scenario on the account that it was too hot and I was breathing fire to add to its effects. LOL. Then I placed them on hot steaming rice and strangely enough I had Christmas carols playing "..It's the most wonderful time..", which makes sense cause I love having hot food on cold winter nights (it's March but summer is yet to arrive in Nottingham).
I added some butter, generously, remembering how my mum always said that my grandad loved nothing more than rice with ample amount of butter and some potato wedges.I also pondered what my mum would say if she saw me having that, and I remembered that period during which my "not-so-sane" family had gone on to a "no-oil" phase. I had visited a friend during winter and he saved me, on the account of his mother being an amazing cook. I noticed that her nose was rather red and I asked her if she was running a cold. She said that it's her sign that it's winter and that is why people refer to her as "Rudolph". Unsurprisingly enough it was playing "..Rudolph the red nosed reindeer.." ; by now my iPod had become too predictable and didn't surprise me any more.
I finished my meal feeling extremely content and it was playing "Y'all want a single..". Now ain't that the stuff I'm talking about.
God, this was come rambling I don't care. I love the "shuffling" cause "This is the new $hit..."..Yep, that is exactly what is playing. Believe it! :D

"Most of us go to our graves with our music still inside of us."

----

2010-02-16T00:16:00.000Z

I do not have a title for this post. I do not have any opinion. I do not have a way to react. I do not know why I am writing this. I do not know what I am getting at. I do not know whether this makes or will make any sense by the end of this article.

I witnessed my golden retriever dying, as the doctor had forgotten to prescribe vitamins with steroids. I saw him suffer an agonising death at the age of 8. My parents fixed it by never getting a dog again.

I witnessed my grandmother die of breast cancer, everyday lying in that bed, everyday I could feel her slipping away from us and stepping closer to the doors of death. There were three things she told me when she died. "Remember the cash I gave you, please buy your mum a watch with that on her birthday, take care of your mother and take two of my bangles, I would be glad if you had them". I tried to fix it by getting into a course that dealt with therapy of cancer.

I lost two of my batch mates in something that I do not have the courage or heart to type through, and I do not know how to fix it.

I had been fortunate enough to have and share my room in my undergraduate years with splendid friends. A hell lot of fun during holidays, and were often yelled at during exam times.
Every time I choked and I didn't have water in my room I would run to adjoining rooms, and Sindhuri would run and hunt for water and get me some from somewhere. Every time we were at the mess tables eating that horrible fodder called "food" on our plates, Sindhuri would kindly present her pickle to make the food edible. Every time we had an outing, some grand social occassion and some one missed some matching accessories Shilpa would bring out her big bag of jewellery and help us, and even suggest us people who could help us out. I remember once I had to get to Ranchi and I didn't get my seats confirmed she let me and Aayushi take her berth while she and Shreya bunked together.

People say you don't realise the value of something till its gone and I empathise. I now realise that they weren't just people who lived next to my room, they weren't just faces I came across every now and then at the canteen, at the corridors of the institute, at the O.C.; somehow we all shared so many million memories that it's just difficult to put a finger on the fact as to why this loss is so painful to come to terms to.

Death, no matter in what form it comes; is always hard to come to terms with. But forced unnatural death; it just doesn't give you enough scope to come to terms with something like that.

My friends and batch mates had a peace march and a condolence that made them get closer and come to terms with their sorrow and grief. I have no vent, I have no mourners who are in the same denied state. I am still somehow foolishly led on to believe that they are alive and we are mistaken.

I never realised Shilpa and Sindhuri had touched my life in such different ways.

With this article I hope I come in terms with my grief and sorrow. With this article I pull myself up and say,

R.I.P. Shilpa & Sindhuri....

BRO-rigination

2010-01-27T22:24:00.000Z

Barney Stinson, the "Casanova",the person responsible for causing an entire season of controversies, books, blogs, facebook "SUIT-UP" events and generating quite the business for CBS. After seeing tonnes of series and its complete seasons over and time and over again, what came pretty apparent was that "Barney Stinson" ain't any radical that they stumbled upon.

A mere progression from one successful cast character to simply another one. I guess the evolution starts from the discovery of "Patrick Maitland" of Coupling (2000-2004). Patrick is a successful businessman and is very competitive with others in the same business, but he does have a vague sense of loyalty to his friends. A guy with a narrow opinion of women, or a "one track mind". He is good at courting women and collects videos of nights with his girlfriends in his rather large "cupboard of love."

"Patrick" was taken to the next level by "That 70s Show"s character 'Michael Kelso'. A dumb-witted fool who gets off by his looks. He has been pretty lucky "in the sack". He has had a series of off & on relationships with 'Jackie Burkhart' which initially prematurely ends as he cheats on her with numerous other "skanks". But goes on to sleep perhaps with most number of girls in the series and practically floats by nothing apart from his good looks. He bypasses adolescence the first in the series as he impregnates a girl over a one-night stand.

Warner Bros. Television tapped this source and incorporated in the famous sitcom of all times, "Friends" and tried this phenomenon with 'Joseph Francis Tribbiani'. In Season 1 they experimented with the witty, smart, casanova, but as the season progressed they realised that the audience prefers the sweet cocktail of dumbness and playboy. For the rest of the seasons he was a loyal and true friend but just kept getting dumber.

BARNEY STINSON, the CBS production and mark of absolute awesomeness had been ensued as risky business. But it all turned out for the best with his "Lemon Law", "Suit up" and other insanely bizarre rules, the audience just could not have enough of his charm. Everybody tuned in with an intent of hearing Barney's statements rather than see where the story led up to. CBS even tested with him in a relationship with Robin Scherbatsky, something which severely destroyed the "BRO"ness entailling him and was called to an end so that he could continue being the single guy that he is. After all, he is "awesome" at it ;)

To end the day, all I'd say, Barney Stinson, the notch above notches of various Don Juans, classy, charming and witty. The perfect CBS creation.

Withdrawal Symptoms

2010-01-01T23:04:00.000Z

In today's world when people are getting addicted to tobacco, cocaine, ecstasy, coffee and even chocolate; I brutally and quietly suffered from a different kind of addiction. Facebook! Yes, you might be laughing your a$$ off the chair, but I did and all of you on my facebook friend list suffered the wrath!
Around a year ago I was made aware of this addiction by a fellow sufferer, its termed as FAS (Facebook Addiction Syndrome). While I laughed heartily at him, little did I know that I was to suffer from this sooner or later.
About three months ago, my real life ceased to exist, studies flooded my life, old bonds were too far to fetch and hence I sought the "known" solace on Facebook. I knew the people, there was no "new" akwardness (the old akwardness sufficed :P ). Slowly, it became a habit, too much of it!
Yesterday, with the onset of upcoming papers I realised what's going on, and decided to take charge. Till my exams get over, i.e. the 18th January,2009, I take recluse from Facebook.
Its been 24 hours since I had last logged on. And its not that simple.
On a daily basis, I wake up, check and respond to my notifications. Log in every now and then and reply to the posts etcetera etcetera. Today not having done that, it feels like I didn't do something, that was due to me. Man is a creature of habit, and for an ex-BIT-ian lazying around comes more than naturally. And when you combine the two, it indeed gets quite lethal! Every now and then when I get bored I feel like logging in, more like what the smokers state as "Sutta-break". I guess more or less all of us are hooked on to it, but without being freaked out about it like me, or may be I did get a bit hyperactive! :P
On the plus side, I did get a surplus of time. I updated my blog site, read my fellow bloggers blogs, saw new videos, played a few rounds of Counter Strike. Just like the old life. :)
Lets see how many more days do I last.
And you know what perhaps is the saddest or best part is?
The fact that when you people reply to this on Facebook,all those snickery,sarcastic and cocky comments that you'll post, I'll have no clue!What-so-ever!
Curiosity always gets to me, so hoping that curiosity doesn't kill the DOG ( HATE cats! ) this time, at least!
So long, farewell.... :)

[P.S. : LMAO! It reads like a log entry of a hardcore drug addict!}

"The Beatles" bit me!

2009-12-30T05:53:00.000Z

After joinning "Sgt. Peppers lonely hearts club band" I realised "All you need is love". So I yelled out at the beefy looking passerby, "Hey bulldog", he smiled and said "Aint she sweet". I thought "Act naturally" and pacified the "Devil in my heart". I asked him "Do you want to know a secret"? He said "Every little thing"! To this I realised my time for "Crying. Waiting. Hoping." was indeed over. I said "Mean Mr. Mustard" "Don't let me down" . He started to sing "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da". I got "No reply" and thought "Not a Second time". I walked up the slope of the road only to realise that I am like "The Fool on the Hill". I felt the urge to "Shout" for "Help!".

I thought I have forgotten what I am "Searching" for. Just then I met this "Sexy Sadie" doing the "Hippy Hippy Shake". Her friend came to her and said "Why Don't we do it in the road?" I followed them on to "The Long and Winding Road" to see them "Here there and Every where". "A day in the life" when i thought I had reached "The end", seeing them I realised it was just "A beginning". "Ask me why?" "Because" I realised I was "Free as a bird". And "A hard day's night" always follows with "Carnival of light", all I needed was "A little help from my friends".

I followed a "Bad Boy" from that group cause "I got to find my baby" "Teddy Boy" cause he was my "Honey Pie" who'll "Hold me tight" at night. So I followed him to the "Yellow Submarine". I got in "From a window". I saw him from there talking to "Lovely Rita". He put on some "Jazz Piano Song" and went to "Rip it up/Shake, Rattle and Roll". A voice in my head said "Run for your life"!

I thought "There's a place" I could go to, but realised that I need a "Ticket to ride". I thought "Wait"! "Slow Down". So I took the "Winston's Walk" that passed through the scenic "Norwegian Wood" instead. It was a beautiful night of "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds". Someone shouted out "Hey Jude". I looked back and thought "This Boy" is "Mother Nature's son", the love of my "Sweet little sixteen" years. He looked at me and said "Baby! It's you"!

Both of us felt "Something" rekindle. I realised that he ain't just "Some other guy". He felt I'm not just "Another Girl" . He said,"I have searched for you "Across the Universe" to find "A taste of honey". "A world without love" made me "Cry for a Shadow" of my "Girl" ". He held my hand, paused for a while and said,"I want you" "In my life". On hearing this, "Lonesome tears in my eyes" flowed freely. I smiled, quivered and replied, "If I Needed someone", "I need you".

LOL v/s LMAO

2009-12-29T00:56:00.000Z

"A comedian (comedienne is used sometimes if female) or comic is a person who seeks to entertain members of an audience, primarily by making them laugh. This might be through jokes or amusing situations, or acting a fool, as in slapstick, or employing prop comedy. A comedian who addresses an audience directly is called a stand-up comic."

I was introduced to Russel Peters by the tag line "Praaataaaaaaapppp!!!!". My friends kept repeating it, till one of them (namely Ravish) ; finally forced Russel Peters on us. Thereafter the video spread like a plague. While every joke and punch line he cracked made me die laughing, but the patriotic in me kept feeling, "Why does he keep picking on Indians repetitively?"
The answer was pretty obvious, born and brought up in Canada; it was pretty obvious to feel more like a Canadian than an Indian. Him feeling violated when looked and treated as an Indian, makes sense,somewhat.

To answer my woes came Papa CJ to the rescue, introduced by yet another friend (namely Maulik). An Indian to whom foreigners WERE the outsiders and not the other way round, which was the case for Russel Peters. I guess being in UK right now helped me correlate with his basic theme of criticising UK life. His ending line made my day; "If you've been upset by anything I said today, I don't give a shit. Heck I come from the land of Kamasutra, I can f@%k you in more ways than you can count!"

:D

La be`lla

2009-12-15T00:39:00.000Z

(I hadn't have had the time to pen down this article, but the basic idea of this article has been haunting me for the past few weeks.)
Few weeks back, I was invited by some friends to go for a movie, my first in UK's theatre. So I went without caring to ask about the movie. When I reached I came to know it was for "NEW MOON". A movie that was completely & brilliantly successful in incinerating all my crazy ideologies, hypothesis & emotions attached to the "supernatural realm".
Although a complete "BLAST!!!!" of a storyline (according to the movie and not the book, you mad TWILIGHT series lovers!) and two hours of my precious time that I'm never getting back, there was just one thing I liked (apart from Jacob's stunning looks :DRROOOOLLLL! : ) . There was only one dialogue that thrilled me and kick started my satiated thirst back to its unquenchable state for knowledge about the supernatural, paranormal and downright unreal things. The lead female (Bella) goes through a solliloquy where she goes on to say,"What if everything we ever heard was true?". And truly a scintillating statement.
It got me thinking truly, What if E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G was true? What if there are Thumbelinas and unicorns to dragons & dragon slayers, to Gods, Devils and vampires, to Darth Vader to Yoda, to werevolves and vampire slayers. The fact that warp drive, teleportation, borg cubes, Klingon species...everything just waiting out there to be discovered and the high potentiality exhibited by them of their existence just makes the child in me quiver with ecstasy and happiness.
The idea that a mutant spider is going to bite a "Peter Parker" any time now is just what the comic reader in me would come alive to! Till then I'll keep shuffling through the pages of newspaper to find my own "Spiderman"! Now, isn't that news worth waking up to! ;)

Last Christmas..

2009-12-14T23:00:00.000Z

So this is what I wrote a really looooong time ago and held on to it thinking that I'll use it as a part of Christmas spirit. Here goes nothing!

"Last christmas..i baked a cake,
the very next day i ate it away.
This year to save me from pounds,
I'm havin a muffin special.

Once eaten and twice shy,
I keep my distance but you still catch my eye..
Tell me dear batter do you recognise me?
Well it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me.

(Merry Christmas!) I iced it up and smelt it.
With some decorations, I really prepped it.
Now I know what a fool I've been,
But if I baked you now I'd gladly eat it again.

A crowded room, friends with tired eyes...
I'm hiding you from all those prying eyes,
My God I thought you were someone to rely on,
Me? I guess I was the woman who just baked one.
A face of an eater with a fire in her heart,
Hunger undercover but you tore me apart!
Oooh Oooh
Now I've found some muffin which doesn't taste the same.

A face of an eater with fire in her heart,
(Gave you my heart)
Hunger undercover but you tore me apart,
Next year,
I'll bake something, I'll bake something special..special.
something..something...
I'll bake something, I'll bake something special!
who'll give me something in return,
I'll bake something.
beat my batter and watch it bake.
I'll bake something, I'll bake something special.
I've got you here to stay,
I can bake you for a day.
I thought you were something special.
Gave you my ardour,
I'll give it to something, I'll give it to something.
Last christmas I baked a cake,
I ate it away.
I'll bake something, I'll bake something."

Gear up for Christmas everyone :)

I hope you dance....

2009-11-19T01:59:00.000Z

"Cherie, when you write a program don't try to unnecessarily include pointers and recursions and all that. Keep it short and simple. Use the power of simplicity". This is what my brother told me while I gasped for breath with "Unix & C" in my first semester of my undergraduate level of study. These words carved a niche in my soul and stayed there forever. So simple yet, so strong.
"POWER OF SIMPLICITY"..how many of us realise that any more?
How many of us remember that a simple "Sorry!" works more effectively than quoting paragraphs of poems of a laureate to say the same thing!
How many of us remember that a simple "I miss you" bears more charm than gifting a humongous teddy bear with a hideous red heart bearing these words inscribed on them?
How many of us remember that a simple smile exchanged between two random strangers bears so much warmth than the ongoing ignorance of your existence between people working in the same office.
A simple gesture of getting a graphic candle on a Diwali night when you have been rampantly searching for candles brings you far more joy than burning those 14 candles which only causes more pollution. :P

Somehow in the daily hullabaloo of life we forget to live. We forget that we live to "live". We forget that money, food, materialistic pleasures follow and bring you joy only when you are happy!
I can't help but quote a song that was written on the diary that my father had gifted to me in my 10th standard.
"I hope you never lose your sense of wonder.
You get your fill to eat,
But always keep that hunger.
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed.
I hope you still feel small,
When you stand by the ocean.
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens.
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance....
I hope you dance....

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance.
Living might mean taking chances,
But they're worth taking.
Lovin' might be a mistake,
But it's worth making.
Don't let some hell bent heart,
Leave you bitter.
When you come close to selling out,
Reconsider.
Give the heavens above,
More than just a passing glance.

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance.....
(Time is a real and constant motion always),
I hope you dance...
(Rolling us along),
I hope you dance....
(Tell me who),
I hope you dance...
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)..
(Where those years have gone) ."

Courtsey: Lee Ann Womack - I Hope You Dance.

What is love?

2009-10-29T22:41:00.000Z

What is Love? The eternal question, I'm no great philosopher and I'm not here to bore anybody with my perspective of it. Its about sharing.....
Today as I finished buying the bare necessities with the bare minimum I had left, and as I crossed the steep Abbey Bridge I saw the bus stop that was at the end of the bridge. On the cold and chilly night and bogged by at least 6 kilos of weight on me, I remembered how nice and warm the bus stop feels. The light in the bus stop that makes you feel you have superior vision than the people walking past you as you feel your cones(for the people who are ignorant, the cells in your eye sensitive to light) working excessively in the strong white light. I could feel how much comfortable the chairs inside the waiting area was, as its a thermally controlled area which in turn makes the seats go warm. When you are cold from walking to the bus stop the immediate sense of relief that brings to you as soon as you step into the bus stop. Ah!....

Anyhow, my eyes wandered onto the lady sitting in the bus stop. She was of Mongolian origin as her facial features hinted. She was wearing a black coat,skirt and knee high boots. Her jet black hair softly framed her face. As each car that passed by, her hair swayed and danced a bit to the music and rhythm of the whooshing air as the hair finally settled on her face. She would push it back with her fingers ever so softly and tenderly that would perhaps hint at her timid and soft nature. She waited impatiently for the bus and she kept peering at the street earnestly wanting just to see the headlights of the bus and she would be at ease. She would force herself on her toes and tilt forward and see, and sigh every time she realised that the bus ain't there. Of course her sighing would not get the bus to the stop faster, but if the bus driver had seen how impatiently she waited for the bus; I bet she would have stepped on the gas to make this lady all smiles.

As I walked past the bus stop, I realised why am I observing this lady so intently? Am I so weird? Is it our nature to observe so much?....? While a quarter of a million questions passed my mind i realised and settled with the solution that most suited and appeased my thinking. Yes. I am in love. Not in love with the lady. Not in love with her impatient wait for the bus (No am not that sadistic, yet! ). Not in love with her beauty. It was the whole picture that I am in love with.
The grace with which the lady carries herself off, waiting at the bus stop, her elegant features that made me notice her from across the street but intently, the sense of unease that prevailed for her bus which I guess all of us share...everything. Its a matter of correlation I guess. On a normal day you fall for a person when you think, "Oh! His ideologies are just like mine. I think I'm in love". That much is usually all the tempo that is required for one to fall in love, or at least to get the ball rolling. Here, similarly I could relate so much with the lady at the bus stop that it was love at first sight..of the entire picture.
For me I guess that's as close to loving at it gets. Love the picture. Love the game. :)

A thousand glimpses

2009-10-27T01:10:00.000Z

It really is a rather rare emotion that a grandchild and her grandparents share. The abundance by which one gets pampered, the various perks that one receives, the amount of attention and love that's sought out for them and last but not the least..the home made goodness bound to perfection that are made, especially for them! Ah! Priceless is an understatement.
I have not had the good fortune of meeting my grandfather(s), but whenever I think about my good old childhood days, I see many a memories I shared with Dida (maternal grandmother)- be it in the form of the piece of brownie she saved that my mum got for her in the first place, be it how she used to make the ice cream vendor stop every time it used to cross the house and how our entire family including Pacco (the golden retriever dog I had as a child) would cool off with some treats, how she used to get me to post a million mails to mama (maternal uncle) and other gazillion things.
My favourite memory associated with her has to be that, as a child whenever I used to get tired of studying I used to sneak away from my mum's eagle eye vision and go and crash on her belly; while she swayed me from side to side. Although when ma used to realise that I have sneaked out (yet again!), it used to fetch me quite a long lecture which was worth every syllable of scolding which was (then) being efficiently rendered! :)
I lost my grandmother to cancer and she finally expired suffering an agonising death in the year 1998. All I really felt bad was that she couldn't live to see the next millennium (Remember the Y2K hype?) but I was glad that at long last she rested in peace. I guess so was my family.
Last month, it was 11 years since she had passed away; but I couldn't bereave her death as it also clashed with my Visa interview date. Its funny how a woman gets all caught up with life and its mortal issues.
Today in a land far far away from home I pay my respects to her. While I remember the awesome-est moments that I have shared with her it doesn't make one immune to quiver and turn misty eyed to go through the memories borne for a long lost and mostly, beloved family member. But what I do know, is that while I post my emotions on the WWW she's out there with a smile on her face, a smile that bears warmth like rays of Sun on a chilly Monday morning. If she saw me right now her chest would swell with pride with the fact that I know alphabets enough to write an article. She would then mollify me and say,

"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die."

Courtsey:Mary Elizabeth Frye

R.I.P. Dida.

Missing Pieces

2009-10-20T22:53:00.000+01:00

After going abroad for studies I have realized something. It ain't a cake walk..rather there's no cake at all..more like an uphill task. Pardon me if my ideas come off as a bit hazy,blurry or tired, but sleep deprivation gets to you after a while. You know its time to score yourself a good 6 hour sleep when you keep hitting your head at various random places and you know they exist but somehow manage to hit yourself. Ex-banging your head against the cabinet above your table that you know exists, for sure! So even though I feel kinda lame writing this I guess the adrenaline sources are dry off pumping energy or sense into me so....

10 random things I miss about India:
1. Fire while cooking
When you turn your gas on and it goes "click" and it gives out those warm copper blue flames that cooks your food day in an day out. You never realized you can miss it,did you?
2. Radio
When you switch on the radio you expect a communion of languages will greet you, followed by a mixture of Hindi and English songs that you have already heard a thousand times..well maximally that's why we do turn on the radio so that we get to listen to songs we already know.
3. Discipline
Never thought this would make the chart but it does. As students we have never really been allowed freedom... freedom to eat, drink, talk loudly in the class while the teacher is leaving...things like that.
4. Straight
Needless to say, India is very orthodox in its manner and fashion in which lives are required to be led to live in a society, peacefully. Gays and bisexuals maintain a low profile. I might be a girl of the 21st century and blah! but I'm yet to break the barrier where I get comfortable.
5. Advertisements
Never in a million years can I dream of Playboy party advertisements being distributed by cheerleaders along with pink bunny ears at the entrance of the main building. Everything has a place and a time for everything.
6. Grocery Stores
You step into a really small grocery store yet you will find more types, varieties and kinds of beer rather than vegetables or any household item.
7. Fresh Vegetables
Heralding from India, I fail to understand how "Peeled, Sliced tomatoes" tinned, cost more than fresh tomatoes. I just don't!
8. Classes
My 1st day of UG classes was like a blur didn't get anything what was being talked about rather taught and I didn't give a tiny rats ass about it. Here I got all worked up, even though I did join after 2 weeks,but still...
As a UG student the days you felt something really screwed up was taught in class and the rarer days that you actually bothered to go back and look it up it was all clear as a picture, here everything that you read is a bit turmoiling and yeah! 1 hour literally gets you nowhere!
9. Sun
The feeling of the soothing warm rays that you can see gleaming outside from your cold room, and just to bask yourself in that warmth on a cold chilly day is a wonderful feeling :) .
10. Closing time
All shops including clothing shops are closed by 6 p.m. and at most its 7 p.m. after that all you get are the fast food joints, pubs and hyper marts.

10 random things I love about UK:
1. No pollution
Oh! The dirt free, pollution free environment here is extremely lovable. My eternal cough and cold problem has bid me goodbye at long last!
2. Zero crime rate
There's practically no crime happening at all, you can walk to the local stall near your house at 10:30 p.m. feeling absolutely care free and safe.
3. Road rules
The technology for crossing roads is brilliant. Love it. You press the button on the pavement by the zebra crossing when you need to cross and wait for the signal to change, and then you cross. Simple. No jay walking. If the signal changes while you are still midway the cars actually stop for you and ask you to cross before they speed past you.
4. Bus Stops
At every bus stop there's a layout about the buses covering the main stations that passes via that bus stop. They also have a routine as to which bus comes when and you can see the time ticker change as the buses reach the particular bus stop.
5. Carefree nature
As long as you work right no one cares how you dress to class, work nothing. Do your job rest is your headache!
6. Calling cards
You want to call overseas (to the few people who don't have access to internet rather Skype) just use the calling cards. It costs you a minimum and you can be talking to anyone you want for...well eternity!
7. Electronics
Not only is the range of electronics as vast as the universe but the affordability of the appliances is astounding. Everything in India and more, and CHEAPER!!!! Oh! Good Lord! :)
8. Approachability
You have a problem in a subject but you can't meet the teacher, no problem, email him! And oh! yes they do reply, more like ASAP.
9. Gizmo friendly teachers
It really gives you a spark when you think the teacher walked in with a sheet of papers or may be a booklet of some sort to realize, "Oh!No, it's an IMac and oh!yes, its thin as a wafer"!
10. Internet Speed
The 1st day I reached my flat, my flat mates told me the speed was good. There was a notice claiming that there's some work going on and the speed will be low till another 3 hours. So I hooked up my laptop to see, that oh!Fish!(yeah you know what i mean! ;) ),it was a whooping 2 MBPS! There are days when I have got speeds of 6MBPS! Believe it! :)

Bittersweet experience ain't it? :)

World of "Shopping"craft!

2009-10-15T21:49:00.000+01:00

Meera: "Jai yeh dress kaisi lag rahi hai"?
Jai: (already carrying a ton of clothes,tired and bugged replies in an exaggerated tone) "Oh my god Meera! tum bahut achhi lagg rahi ho! Itni achhi dress ho kaise sakti hai?le lo isse,le lo abhi"!!!
Meera (looks in the mirror): "Neck thodi low hai na"?
(Eventually she bought that dress. Well I don't remember the exact dialogues but it was somewhat similar. Courtesy: Love Aaj Kal.)
The reason that the conversation appeals to us (or may be it's just me,anyhow...) is because of the simple fact, it's displayed beautifully. It represents how us women are not satisfied with almost anything and we will not buy till we found that perfect dress which is not perfect cause it looks good but its price makes the purchase feasible and worth it and most importantly something we can easily claim "it" as a "STEAL!" :P.
Whether you've faced the wrath of it when you were out with your aunt while she chose sarees, your friends who forcibly stopped you and made you enter a jewellery shop while you felt your dignity chaffed, your mom who tried to buy you the "cool"est shirt, your sister trying to buy a gift for her fellow friends birthday or worst of them all..your girlfriend trying out clothes when you know that maximum times she has absolutely no inclination on buying it and is just doing to kill time..and yet, every time she does come out of the changing room you are supposed to say the right words even if it looks horrible, you are supposed to put it extremely subtlety and with caution. The words to be uttered are,"This color is not suiting your complexion!"; or something similar cause "Hell hath no fury like a women scorned during dress trials". :P
While few men (sons and fathers form the group "men".) act grudgingly while taken out for shopping, and crib that they are missing the tennis match of a lifetime whereas it could be Sania Mirza & Venus Williams; few others actually have given up their hopes of enjoying a lazy day on the couch flipping through channels with a hand bearing the TV remote just flopped on the sofa, they follow their female counterparts (mothers or daughters alike) to wherever they are asked to.
While they are at the shopping center, they know,"This is it!I'm gonna be here for at least the next three hours! How could I amuse myself? I've already checked out the new XBOX games, and the lazyboy. What next?" Who so ever said,"An empty mind is a devils workshop", was pretty darned correct cause what entails is a repercussion of what a bored man can do, well..when he is bored!

So next time you go shopping at a place where you have a membership..Leave your male counterpart at home :P

Hot and more....

2009-09-16T19:17:00.000+01:00

When a girl band's video airs on TV, there's basically two ways of reacting to it.
One, is the guy way..the other is the girl way..
The difference lies in the fact that a guy will check it out only by its "oomph" factor and possibly how lame the video is!
Girls will check out any given video in ways that the guys not only couldn't have imagined of but also not imagined that these many styles of analysing anything existed!
Okay, I'm coming out clean we also do check the "oomph" factor of the video, but then the more miniscule things of the video draws us. Things like how awesome the choreography and coordination of the video is no matter what they are doing, followed by the clothes they are wearing, the make up they've put on, the way they've ornamented themselves, right down to the nail polish and even go through the lyrics of the songs with the most "smutty" videos!
I bet everyone reading this have heard this song (more likely seen the video) but I doubt anyone can tell me which song is it..and seriously no Google-ing!

"I've become invisible,
I melt away at night,
Dreaming once so colourful,
Becomes black and white.

Loving once so wonderful,
Is no longer here,
So I'll keep this feeling,
Like a souvenir.

Given up my heart,
In the name of a memory,
Fallen down like rain,
He could feel every drop......"

Well its "Stop! Stop! Stop!" by Viagra, beautiful lyrics and believe it or not, one fine lazy hopelessly jobless night we Google-d its lyrics and Karaoke-d it .... my entire jobless gang!

I remember how once I was heading home and since Ranchi suffers a dearth of pretty much everything my friend had told me,"Get me the kind of bangles Nicole is wearing in 'dontcha wish your girlfriend...' "! And miraculously that was perhaps the best description she could give me!
The first time me and another friend of mine we saw the uncensored MKV version of 'Womaniser' we were completely blown out of our minds, then we replayed it and laughed(Sorry Jughead!) at how Britney kept kicking around her guy almost everywhere!

All I'm saying is that only a girl can really truly analyse and appreciate beauty more by noticing its intricate details and not just letting it off at the fact that its hot!

All the world's a stage

2009-08-31T17:27:00.000+01:00

In India the acting industry is like a one trick pony, good looks and physique as far as acting goes and another special flair to it.. DANCING!!! As Victor Banerjee had once quoted,"In India, we love music. We do not have just action or thriller movies, its always a musical action movie or a musical thriller movie, or a musical romantic movie!" I must say, very well said. I was going through the much famous "Dracula's lament" of "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" and noticed that its voice had an uncanny resemblance to Jason Segel's voice, so I google-d it to find that it indeed was sung by him. Very amazed as how he mimicked a Dracula's accent yet kept the little music in his accent that it required I further wiki-ed him(Yeah yeah I know..a lot of time leads you to do a lot of insane trivia hunting!). I found out that he is an American television and film actor, screenwriter and musician. His first show was "Freaks and Geeks", aired back in 1999. It had only one season after which the show got cancelled. Leading to further curiosity I found all familiar faces Linda Cardellini (Velma Dinkey in Scooby Doo), John Francis Daley (Jim, rookie chef in Kitchen confidential & the psychologist, Dr. Lance Sweets in Bones), James Franco (much famous Harry Osborn in The Spiderman trilogy), Seth Rogen (Ben Stone in Knocked up), Samm Levine(Spanky (Happy) in Sydney White,Bruce in Not Another Teen Movie).

All of these actors and many more have really worked hard to make it to the top. All of them have had glorious backgrounds for e.g. Seth Rogen began his career doing stand-up comedy for four years during his teens, coming in second place in the Vancouver Amateur Comedy Contest when he was 16. He is an actor, comedian, writer and film producer. He has also lent his voice to a number of animation movies like Shrek the Third, The Spiderwick Chronicles, Horton Hears a Who!, Kung Fu Panda, and Monsters vs. Aliens.

Jason Segel is an American television and film actor, screenwriter and musician.

Samm Levine has appeared in numerous sitcoms like Boston Public, Yes, Dear, The Drew Carey Show, That's So Raven, That '70s Show, How I Met Your Mother, My Name Is Earl, Entourage, Veronica Mars and Family Guy. His film credits include Not Another Teen Movie,Sydney White and Quentin Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds and What I Like About you to name a few.

Another face that we keep seeing incessantly now is Paul Rudd. His first breakout performance on screen was in the movie Clueless starring along with Alicia Silverstone. But perhaps first time brought into notice by the famous TV sitcom Friends (Mike Hannigan) in its 10th season. After that roles were flocking him, starting from Knocked up to I love you, man. He followed the route to become one of the most coveted actors of now.

I guess in Hollywood one can really plot the way an actor has progressed and matured over the years. The starting point of almost all the actors named above were the same and yet almost all of them have successfully flared into bearing a full blown acting career whether be it in American Television or treading slowly yet steadily into Hollywood. Here's to people and their hard working and enduring spirits! Cheers.

The Curious Case of George Constanza

2009-08-26T16:36:00.000+01:00

I can't really say much about what's following next apart from that its simply marvellously miraculously brilliant! Go judge it yourself!

My song

2009-06-24T13:26:00.000+01:00

This was up on orkut for a very loooong time and I thought I could give it the audience it deserves!

"OK people...Nupur started it..Yang helped & I completed it so NOW comment,

He was a BOY

she was a GIRL

rest all of 'em were GAYS.

He was a fuck, she added to it

wt more can i say.

He wanted her; she’d never tell

secretly she liked other girls as well.

But all of her friends stuck up their nose

they had a prob with him wearing pantyhose.

He wore a pantyhose & she wore boxer shorts,

both of them had a prob with fitting in it.

Five years from now, she sits at home

feeding the baby

she's all alone.

She turns on TV;

guess wt she sees,

boxer shorts rocking up FTV.

She calls up her friends, they already know

and they've all got tickets to see this launch.

She tags along and stands in the crowd,

looks up at the shorts she tried2fit in right..

He wore a pantyhose n she wore boxer shorts

they weren't good enough for them.

NOW its on d ramp an idea she started

blame your pretty friends what they did!!!

Sorry girl but you missed out

well tough luck those shorts are copyrighted now

it more than fits me fine

i hop it sure does rhyme.

Too bad that you couldn't see

see wt lovely shorts they could be.

There is more than what meets the eye

I see the idea that rocks deep inside.

He wore a pantyhose & she wore boxer shorts

can i make it anymore obvious?!!

We r in business haven't you heard

how we are rocking the fashion world.

He wanted her, she’d never tell

secretly she liked other girls as well

now they are on, doing it on TV

And they r making quite some mone-y.

About what to do in a pantyhose!

Well I really tried people...lets c wt d critics ought2say about all this!"

Surely you're joking Miss Das

2009-06-23T11:36:00.000+01:00

Well I know..I know..its the exact similar thing as the famous vintage book called, "Surely you're joking Mr.Feynman", but that is the perfect headline to my article!
I know that while writing about myself and my idiosyncrasies might come of as a bit self obsessed but then the whole point of having a blog is to put out things that are out of the ordinary or that entertains its readers well that's exactly what I'm about to do!

As a kid when we got to learn geometry, I learnt that a triangle is a closed figure formed of three sides. So when the innumerable Hindi movies arrived with the so called 'love triangle' I failed to understand how it was a triangle. I'll explain why I'm saying this. Suppose A & B are guys and C is a girl. So A loves C, C loves B and B reciprocates then its just two sides lying in the limitless space, it can only be a triangle if A loves C, C loves B and B loves A. For that to happen, B needs to be homosexual or bisexual which would not be allowed to be shown by the censor board of India back in the days of the time that I am referring to.Any suggestion to clear out my life long doubt is most welcome!

Another thing that has always confused me is the difference between shirts and T-shirts. I can never get it right as to which one is which! Again, I'll explain why I portray it as such a difficult thing. For me formal shirts are more likely to be called T-shirts. Look at the diagram and you'll know the psyche behind it.

Once I was teaching my cousin who was in kindergarten or something similarly small..LOL.. Anyhow, he failed to understand the difference between bus and truck. Tired of logical explanations I drew a bus and made faces in its windows and said that ,"See buses carry people,trucks carry goods". He understood and I was feeling extremely jubilant with my accomplishment so I went out with him for a simple stroll. It was during Chatt or some similar festival, so people were loaded on trucks and going somewhere and he pointed at one of the trucks and said ,"See,see..that's a bus". End of my teaching background, never tried to teach anybody anything again!

When I was really young, the thing that was causing the buzz on TV were these ALL-OUT advertisements! They used to show a normal mat holder v/s ALL-OUT as a competition of which one consumes more mosquitoes. And the ALL-OUT machine sprang all over the place to gobble each and every one of them. I went up to my parents and said that I wanted to buy an ALL-OUT machine. When asked why, I told them that how it pounced around to kill mosquito and I thought it'd be fun to watch something jump around to kill mosquitoes they simply laughed. I was later told that it actually didn't jump around I was pretty sad!

My dad was teaching me science in my IVth or Vth standard and we came down to physical properties of materials. He went on about conductors and non conductors, seeing me totally dazed by these words he paused and asked ,"you do know what conductors and non-conductors are right"? I very confidently replied ," Of course I do,the guy who is at the gate of the bus and gives us tickets is the conductor and the person whose driving the bus or the driver is the non conductor". They laugh till date just thinking of it!

"That's all folks"!

The Hot Seat!

2009-06-13T18:02:00.000+01:00

I have waited almost a lifetime to actually qualify to not getting into any trouble before I put this up.
Anyway, it refers to a time exactly 1 year ago, those hot times when placements yielded multiple responses varying from person to person..for some it was the only hope, for some it was a backup, for some it was a job backup amidst jobs and so on and so forth!
We started buying "Let us C" and other books and started studying C, making notes, solving programs, often calling up our 'programmer' friends late at night to ask how to code a program that requires us to change a number from binary to decimal and vice versa and discovering a prototype solution that made life so much more simpler. :wink:
Another few things that almost everybody had was Barron's, almost everybody had solved the comprehensions, mugged the frequency words and everything. AHH! I almost forgot
'Quantitative mathematics' by S.Chand..every-freaking-body owned it and looked at it to brush up their weak points.
Last but not the least, written questions that have come elsewhere..oh! its brilliant how theydont change the options,the values, simply nothing...!
D-DAY arrived and it was a cake walk! The same questions with the same options were just lying out there waiting to be 'clicked'.As soon as I finished my written and submitted a greeting flashed on my screen congratulating me on me qualifying my written! I was feeling pretty darned lucky! We had to wait in for them to formally announce the names of the people who weren't selected, and kept my fingers crossed throughout! And well my name wasn't there, which basically led me to the second round of formalities and the much feared interview!

We were all handed out forms in which we had to fill in our details and stick our passport sized photograph and normal stuff!

We were one by one called out for interviews. I was one of the lucky ones to get done with our interviews by the very first slot! We were made to be seated in the Training & Placement cells which were used for interviews. The A.C. was on at full blast and I could still not find it cooling me off! My classmate sitting next to me was called off for an interview while we were getting terrified of the people already being interviewed as we could already hear some heated discussions going on!

Her seat was quickly replaced by another girl,she was pursuing M.Sc. in Bio informatics, and she did quite a good job in cooling me down as she seemed to know way lesser than me, I don't want to sound mean but times as tense as this..a feel good factor does wonders! She was also called off and her seat was replaced by a classmate of mine I asked him basic questions that were supposed to be interview questions like, "What are your shortcomings?" and he gave a very sheepish smile and said,"I tend to care about the people I love too much!" and we laughed cause we knew he ain't nothing like that, the answer was as old and cliche`d as the word "cliche`" itself!

Soon, even he got called in, I was left sitting their feeling petrified, then a friend of mine a T&P representative, goes by the name "Sidhartha Maheshwari" came and made me laugh about how he was bugged with the fact that all of them are bongs(read:bengalis) and they kept ordering him around in bengali and they didn't seem to realise that he's not following a word they are saying! Then he assured me that I had to be recruited as I'm also a bong and we shared some laughs. Soon he was called off for some purpose. As I started counting as to how long I'll be waiting there, my classmate came out saying that the interview was damn easy and I was called in next!

My heart was pounding so badly I felt my dupatta quiver a bit! I asked myself in and seated myself. Then as I placed myself in the chair, I felt my hands to be so very surplus; I didn't know what to do with them and suddenly it dawned on me that we were advised in one of the GD tips sessions to keep our palms open that showed alertness while being confident and calm! So I placed my open palms on the table feeling like a complete fool at the same time cause never in my life had I sat like that! Then he started asking me questions here's how it followed:

X: "How do you spell your name?"

A: "Awe-dray-zah"

X: " What does it mean?"

A: "Sir it means invincibility. Its another name of Goddess Parvati in Sanskrit."

X: "Who chose your name?"

A: "My father's friend had suggested it!"

X: "Oh! So you live in Kolkata I see,Behala?"

A: "Yes,sir!"

X: "Your brother's also in XYZ. Where is he posted as of now?"

A: "Sir, right now he's in Vishakapatnam undergoing his training."

X: "Oh!..So are you nervous?"

A: "Well who isn't sir, but then my mother being a psychologist advised me ways to keep my calm."

X: "So, what did she advise you?"

A: "Sir she asked me to breathe at all times and give it my best shot!"

X: "So are you doing that right now?"

A: "You could say so!"

X: "I see you have had music training for quite sometime, so how come you didn't go in for the talent hunts?"[I'm not kidding he asked me this!]

A: "To qualify and do fairly well in those shows one needs to be extraordinary and I barely scrape off as ordinary!"

Enter a person with tea, water and a sandwich.

Exit person.

X: "Do you drink tea?"

A: "Yes sir, I do!"

X: "Please have. I don't drink tea and one should never waste food!"

A: [blank]

X: "Go on! Don't feel shy!"

[At this point of time I was really hungry and I was really hoping he'd offer me his sandwich also,but alas! ;) ]

X: "Do you know what's the meaning of exhume?"

A: "No sir!"

X: "Do you have a boyfriend?"

A: [Chuckle] "No sir!"

X: "OK! suppose you had a boyfriend..no suppose you have a husband, he feels that you should discontinue your job and take up your household chores and I on the same day offer you a promotion, how will you handle the situation?"

A: "Sir, 1st I'd try to make him understand as to why I cant quit my job!..."

X: [Interrupts]"What if he doesn't want to listen to your reasons?"

A: [I really felt like telling him ,"I won't be marrying a bum like that,DUH!",but I refrained.]"I will explain to him what all I have done to reach where I am, and what all more I can achieve that will take me a step closer to my dream and if he still doesn't understand I'll go ahead without his consent!"

X: "Hmmm..So do you know C++?"

A: "No sir, But I am quite good with C, my concept of data structures isn't all that great but rest is really fine."

X: "What about your future plans?"

A: "Somewhere down the line I plan to take the GRE and try for masters in the USA, but nothing at present."

X: "Of all the companies why XYZ?"

A: "Sir, XYZ has......Besides sir its one of the only company with an emerging life sciences branch and hence gives me the opportunity to put my studies in application to make this world a better place to live in!"

X: "Ah! That's nice, as a matter of fact I am the head of the life sciences department.But tell me something..Who sang that?"

A: "I beg your pardon sir?"

X: "Heal the world make it a better place..who sang that?"

A: [Stumble]"Er...Phill Collins??"

X: "No..!Anyhow, that's OK Audreza, you can go now."

A: [Smile] "Thank You sir..I look forward to be working in your company."

We were told that the results will be declared day after at 4p.m., but we were made to watch Tom & Jerry shows for 2 hours and finally the results were declared and almost 95% of my class had got through! It was such a relief and we were in a state of delirium to be so happy and nothing actually quite matches the feeling of getting a first offer! It takes all that pressure off of you and it makes you feel quite ecstatic indeed! I guess its one of those,"Live it to Learn it" feelings! But then again had I not got the first offer I wouldn't have got to crap about the interview either..quite a fix eh? :evil grin:

"Dil chahta hai" more...

2009-05-27T18:10:00.000+01:00

A young man with an insatiable thirst for acting, directing, movies and Bollywood had got himself introduced in the film line at a mere age of 17 years. Acting as an apprentice with cinematographer-director, Manmohan Singh, Farhan Akhtar, was picking up random elements about the film industry which was going to make him the head-turning Director cum singer cum lyricist cum actor that he is known as, in today's film industry!

Farhan Akhtar born to Honey Irani & Javed Akhtar, formed Excel Entertainment Pvt. Ltd. with his friend,Ritesh Sidwani in 1999 and made his debut as a director in the film world with DIL CHAHTA HAI. We,film watchers were over clad and overburdened with the various stereotyped cliched, 'jalebi', wanna-be 'zara hatke' but failing to make their mark movies and desperately sought for a movie that not only outdid all the aforementionned but also made us forget the daily woes that our lives bore and reflect on real life issues that one could co relate to and laugh at,at the same time!

Dil Chahta Hai, offered nothing but the perfect balm to our ailments. It was a pure fun movie that bore real life issues, that we youngsters could correlate to, laugh at and walk out of the hall feeling refreshed, rejuvenated and craving for more!

Next came Lakshya (2004), another one of its kind movie,which did not do him much good at the box office but earned him much due critical acclaim .

He also simultaneously wrote lyrics for Gurindher Chadha's movie Bride & Prejudice.

Not everybody can aim at re-making a masterpiece that was so glamorous in the 1st go that falling short or appearing cliched and failing to please the audience with the same concept is much feared. In spite of knowing all the short comings Farhan Akhtar took the leap and directed Don. Though the movie was critically hammered, it proved to be a great success at the box office, grossing over 50 crores, and being the fifth biggest hit of the year. He is also in the process of making Don 2-The Chase continues.

In 2007, he produced the film Honeymoon Travels Pvt. Ltd.which performed fairly well at the box office.

A Bollywood figure barely ever interests himself with a non-profit welfare activity, unlike Farhan Akhtar. In 2007, he directed, Positive, a 12-minute short-film on HIV stigma and the need for family support for the patient. Shot in Mumbai, it was part of 'AIDS JaaGo' (AIDS Awake), a series of four short films, directed by Mira Nair, Santosh Sivan, Vishal Bhardwaj and Farhan Akhtar, in a joint initiative of Mira Nair's Mirabai Films and voluntary organisations Avahan and the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation.

Today's generation of youth has some or the other kind of rock music either pumping through their veins or are a part of it without realising it. Farhan Akhtar recognized this very essence and tapped it and made crores out of it or as commonly known as ROCK ON. This was his first acting and singing debut in today's film industry.It was critically acclaimed as well as a box office blockbuster. Salim Khan was so impressed with Farhan's acting skills that Salim Khan awarded him with one of his Filmfare awards. He also appeared in his sister Zoya's directorial debut, Luck By Chance.

He has appeared as a judge on a few shows on television, including the first season of the dance-reality show, Nach Baliye (2005), and the beauty pageant, Femina Miss India (in 2002). He is also a TV host on NDTV Imagine with his show: Oye! It's Friday!.

Listlessly, Farhan Akhtar has never failed to please his audience with creations as special as a chef cooking a made-to-order specially suited for you gourmet dinner. Born in a Bollywood family and with Bollywood blood flowing through his veins, he is making beautiful use of the various resources put out to him.

As Farhan Akhtar says,"Luck falls short if you don't have hard work to back it up with!"A man with his own panache for good fashion and excellent taste of presentation, he keeps thrilling his audience incessantly with his out of the box thinking and keeps up to his own morals.

Kudos to a man who has realised the need to production of alternative films!

Soul Khadke-ing...

2009-05-25T13:58:00.000+01:00

With the onset of finishing college,comes the impending doom of limitlessly joblessness staying at home..and for a facebook-r that means atleast 5 hours of facebook. So i stumble upon khadke's note..something that claims to be soul searching in nature, so I think,"Why not!I'm jobless anyway!!", and set out for the same. The rules are that I'm supposed to list 10 things I love,hate and that don't bother me..Here goes nothing!

10 lovables:

1) Golden Retrievers.

2) Rock/other pleasable music.

3) Parents.

4) Kaka.

5) Books.

6) Vacations.

7) Peaceful get together with friends or maybe long lost ones too.

8) Eating out!

9) Going to the movies.

10) Guilty pleasures( binging on desserts. over spending on myself or others anything...)

10 hateables:

1) Drunk, 'unable to control themselves' people.

2) Gymnema sylvestre stealers!

3) Making a decision.

4) Being criticised by worthless fools.

5) Dolled out advice/help when I didn't ask for any.

6) Helped by people I don't like.

7) Plans gone astray.

8) Going broke.

9) Nervousness before setting out for something new!

10) People closing my previously openned sites.

10 Don't-careables:

1) Random persons opinions about me, my lifestyle or anything for that matter of fact.
2) Politics.

3) What is affecting my karma or some similar stuff(ex-vastu shastra)!

4) What result I get on a Facebook quiz!

5) Cricket, tennis, Basketball!

6) What others feel is blood curdling!

7) Harry Potter, wizardry and all such bag of crap!

8) The new fashion line at some mall!

9) Vegetarians.

10) Food falling short at a party!

I have to say it is indeeed quite soul searching in nature took me quite sometime to finish something so simple!

What goes around,comes around....

2009-05-01T17:48:00.000+01:00

Prologue

An old tradition of ragging and freshers used to be a common happening, perhaps as common as a bengali, teaching other people bengali sayings or god forbid,the language itself! LOL
Anyhow with the onset of UG batch 2006 gone were those days when ragging, dress codes and freshers used to be a part of the curriculum. It was all gone with the complains and "whatever"s.
Along came lots of instances where 2k5 did its level best to put down 2k6 and 2k6 came up with some equally devilic fight backs.Some even fought back with senile poetry... :D

Act I,Scene I

1st hostel party of the year..Monsoon 2007..Friendship Day..its a party organised by the 2nd and 3rd years by collecting funds for the merry making of the fourth year. 2k5 took its first step of defiance and boycotted 2k6 from it and, we were very proud of ourselves.

Act I, Scene II

"Every action has an equal and opposite action".
UG 2k6 didn't put up with ragging, hell! we didn't throw them FRESHERS!
Take that...!

Act I, Scene III

Tables turn

2k5 has a vote and a settlement is achieved between two very hyper mobs on every minute issue and finally settled for "let them be our juniors!" and they got to participate in hostel nite '08.

Act II, Scene I

2k6 and 2k7 throw us a gala friendship day party! And, mind you a rather impressive one!

Act II, Scene 1.5

Heated discussion amidst all subgroups of 2k5 pertaining to whether we are getting a hostel night altogether!

Act II, Scene 1.75

Confirmation of Hostel Night discussion going on in the rooms of our juniors.
OLA!

Act II, Scene II

Hostel Night party dates are clashing with lots of people activities on various sub levels.

Act II, Scene III

A final suitable date was devised and the Hostel night fever had started spreading with the putting up of the notice of the Hostel Night or AKA the official hostel night poster!

Act II, Scene IV

The hostel night fever had started spreading with the hunting down of tailors, matching accessories, running to gawher ali etc. etc.

Act II, Scene V

D-Day !!!!
The endless queues at THE sari person(*&^%), people lining up for her to make them help out with their saris, then lining up next by me for getting their make up done; while Richa and Ishanie rant on about how we should get to the arena! And,oh! the occasional interruptions of our juniors in our rooms to rush to the arena,but alas! Ended up just standing there ;)

Act II, Scene VI

Finally, the beautiful ladies trotted into the arena; while my spirits chanted,
"LET THE GAMES BEGIN!"

Epilogue

After four years, as I gear up to leave this wretched hell of a place, with which sadly enough like all the people who've been here & fell in love with, I be spared no different fate!
Sadly enough, I couldn't get to know my juniors half as nicely I should have or shared better bonds with. As the celebration of Hostel Nite concluded and the hour approaches when my soul hums,"All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go...", I wish I had shared more "photographs and still frames in your mind " with my juniors and more.....

3 Birthdays & A farewell!!!

2009-04-21T14:57:00.000+01:00

How crazy do you think it is to come up with something as awesome as "3 birthdays & a farewell"???
Well, a bunch of junkies high on life, that's who think of it!!! LOL.
On a more serious note, a bunch of people who are just as crazy as me and who really get who I am!!!
The bunch of crazy people who would cut a Jack-o-Lantern instead of a cake, had watermelon and guavas for party food, lemon tea as beverage and a masquerade party as the theme of the party was "GO ORGANIC!!!", for the birthday gal who was and does take it on herself to make up for eco-friendliness that all of us lack in exercising in our daily lives. FYI she had once ran around with a cup near IC so that people don't use the plastic cups and SAVE THE ENVIRONMENT!!!! LOL.
Jokes apart!
You want to throw a party that's not just a party, but to stir your soul? Ask these bunch of folks not ordinary,at all!!!

Step 1: Send formal invites to the guests intended.
Step 2: Utilise all your otherwise free time, to decide the plan of what would entertain the guests concerned.
Step 3: Add finishing touches to make it look extremely suave .
Step 4: Shop for things that would be well suited by its owner!
Step 5: Make the movement so smooth that it would seem like they were doing that since birth.

To end it all, Graci amigos.!

Blue Allergies

2009-04-19T17:23:00.000+01:00

So you think four years is a reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally Loooooooong time to spend in a small place like Ranchi which when compared to your usual run from your house to your beloved school seems minuscule? A place where the autos(the only payable conveyance readily available) made more noise than the ill-fated oxygen cylinder which crippled down the Apollo 13 mid air along with its space crew! A place which had so many rules and restrictions that made Alcatraz seem like a cheap attempt at a joke! A place where the lackadaisical attitude of the administration made you feel like you have mistakenly stepped into a government office? A place where facilities elsewhere within an arm reach, seems like a big honour on being available altogether!

Alas! darn it..darn the human body for being so adaptable and liking even the subjection of such heinous evils and hell even learning to love the tiny little perks of the place.

Its just a big bag of "greenery"(:evil grin:) and hell..you get to love even that!

The beautiful way the O.C. road lights up with the fresh green leaves with the onset of spring, the discovery of the "This is where BITOTSAV used to be held 50 years ago" spots, breaking into the rocketry deptt. and clicking a gazillion pictures at the same, going to the river with a bed sheet,alu parathas ,oranges and spending a lazy winter morning with a friend reading novels and snacking every once in a while, falling asleep on a road, sleeping off on the newspaper in the library while solving the crossword, staying outs & everything. After all, being a frequent facebook-r, the concept that this huge flimsy bag of greenery really makes the pictures add a touch if its own magic!

The place definitely has its own charisma..be it in its very apparent love of good and variant music amidst a certain circle of people; taste of exquisite gourmet food; value for money ambience, food and my personal favourite..BIT discount! you get it everywhere, be it seventh heaven or capitol hill and even PALASH!..alas we don't get it in floats..lol.

Guess, its all part of the game..as ma always made us include in every essay during our childhood days," As all good things must come to an end, so did this...", and as I end this article, I cough up the courage to say for once and for all,

"Goodbye Blue Sky"...

The Vicious circle.!!!!

2009-04-05T18:32:00.000+01:00

A very ordinary day..exam time..full pressure..full work load..!
One day just before the exam I could not find my calculator, so off I went to the next door room, and and borrowed a calculator from the girl next door...!
There I went off for the examination, a "BUUUUUURNN..!!!!" paper, and I dashed out of the hall leaving my borrowed calculator back at the hall itself.!
So I lost a calculator that didn't belong to me, so I went and apologized to her, and promised to replace her calculator, and I went into hiding, not because I didn't want to, but I just thought that I'd go home and buy it once the winter holidays started (cause then I'm not spending my pocket money over it). Off to home I went...
The day I was supposed to come back to Ranchi, I went out and bought a calculator, and kept it in the room I kept everything I was supposed to pack.
Some how, I managed to not pack her calculator and come along. So there I was scurrying away whenever I caught a glimpse of her. But soon the cat caught up with the rat, and she interrogated me about the status of her much claimed to be replaced calculator, and I couldn't run away from the scene faster.
One day, she came to my room and said she needed the calculator the very next day for her, me running a cash crunch, could not manage for a new calculator the very other day. So I went hunting for a calculator, I couldn't find anybody who didn't need a calculator, finally I got one from a junior a rather sucky one as a last minute alternative. Then I got my new neighbour's calculator and handed it off to her. Then ended up running away from two people and now my neighbour's on my tail, haunting my room, leaving behind notes on my door etc. etc.
So finally, when I got the money today I went off and bought a calculator, and gave the calculator to my old neighbour took the new neighbour's calculator and gave it to my old neighbour and ended the vicious circle and boy does it feel great to be off the hook!

Stumbled upon...

2009-04-05T17:19:00.000+01:00

"Stranger in a strange land..."

2009-03-23T17:33:00.000Z

How often do we actually see a person helping another man, just like that. Just cause they are humans and of no other ulterior motive?
My guess is next to never, but when one finally gets lucky enough to be treated with such kindness, oh! what a great feeling it is! A sense of being pampered, and to top it off; by a stranger!

I myself know of quite a few cases where me or my friends or a mere acquaintance have been treated with such warmth that it has touched them indeed,for life.

I would like to give these strangers the honour that they deserve, by citing the instances.

I was going by the BIT bus to town on my own, the bus was pretty much packed with locals. I was sitting on a chair next to the alley way. The loafers seeing it as their moment of glory and triumph, were standing not only next to me, but putting their body weight and leaning on me. Being from Calcutta mere "huff" and "puff" is good enough to embarrass the "machos",and put them where they deserve to be. But, being in Jharkhand, the scenario had gone from bad to worse and being that kind of loud to help my situation, required quite some summoning of strength! By the time, I was preparing to shoo off the locals in the meanwhile the conductor came along to ask for the ticket fare and he was worse, cause I was no longer feeling the backside of random locals but a feel of full frontal of his family treasures. I was about to jump out of the bus at this particular moment, when the gentleman sitting next to me offered me the window seat and I couldn't have felt more safe,secure,delirious and jubilant. A few moments later, the stranger spoke to me, he was heralding from Calcutta, he was a non-Bengali yet he praised Calcutta and its chivalrous culture with such zeal and passion, that his words made me proud to be born of her rich soil.I never met him again, but every time I travel by the bus I do relive the series of events.

The next citation is to honour a stranger who helped my brother. My brother(MB) was at the New Delhi station waiting to pick up his friend. Unluckily enough, instead he got his pocket "picked"(Sorry, the pun was almost too tempting to be overlooked!). To top it off, his friends train got delayed by 8 hours(and, ah! it was back in the days when his phone had just got stolen.Yeah yeah i know a completely helpless situation.. just listen along will you?And, no I'm not making any of it up!!!). So there he was trapped in New Delhi station without any form of seeking help, for 8 hours! He was looming around,hopelessly; when he saw a boy a few years younger to him and he seemed approachable. So MB approached him with his heart pounding in his mouth, explained his scenario and asked him for 20 bucks, the guy said he'd seen my brother around and gave him a 50 buck note. MB asked him for his address, but he said its all right and he walked off.

The next citation is to honour my beloved DD..She was travelling in a bus. The conductor approached her for a ticket, she had a 500 rupee's note and the conductor was threatenning to throw her off the bus if she didn't hand him over change. She asked for change from the passengers to her left and to her right. DD already running late, was getting very flustered with the present scenario. Then, an elderly female pitying her situation, paid for her tickets and when DD(being DD), looked at her with wide, confused, baffled and bewildered eyes; the elderly woman just nodded at her with such warmth, that she felt indebted to her from that moment on to beyond eternity.

There are perhaps countless number of times when ONE(yes..it's hinted at u! ;) ) actually gets to experience this almost extinct feeling of being human,kindness of humans,and what is humanity all about!

And,boy oh! VOYY, Its wonderfulLy cherished by each One of us, lucky enough to be Victims for Experiencing such sinfUl pleasures.

Blocks

2009-01-09T16:34:00.000Z

There are phases of one's life where things become so important that the day just seems wrong without it.

In early years of my life- looney tunes, tom & jerry, roger rabbit, garfield, aladdin etc. was just a daily dose of laughter that seemed mandatory.Laughing at the same old sequences that I had by heart, but still the expected sequence brought out the fits of laughter as it had the first time I saw it.

Then another five years down the line and things added - school seemed the main fun programme that provided the much required daily dose of amusement.
All the friends, the canteen, the running away to the water cooler to skip out on a class but then chickening out at the last minute by the idea of getting caught. Running to the last seat of the bus after school gets over, and claiming your right to it as if it were your heirloom, looking down upon at all the other kids who were in buses later than ourselves..and definitely booing at them.

School got over like a yawn..while it was fun while I was at it, the prospect of an impending clearer specialized "blur" of my supposed future which would be like a portrait, if done with enough thought or may just turn out to be a disaster like cookies left for more than the intentional time span in the oven.!

Colleges, institutes, universities- everything seemed so luring and to difficult to be chosen between. Now the daily dosage of college hunt seemed like a never ending and addictive pursuit.
Finally, success..!College chosen. Day 1 seems eternally away. Daily nausea, apprehensiveness, anxiety etc. everything just seemed part and parcel of the game.

College started and I never realised how smoothly and effortlessly I fit into the mould I was given and while I cribbed about the constraints..(hell.! all my friends did)..still somehow it all kinda made sense...
This got the ball rolling..I sought my friend group, chose few friends over the others, preferred fewer friends, went an extra mile to be with somebody for some extra moments, sifted through the fair weather birds and the ones that "stick", chose "perks" over moribund life...The entire charisma of the place just got addictive. The endless movie marathons, the hunt for new episodes of wanted series, the trivial pursuits if downloading and failing miserably, watching certain "friends" , "how i met your mother", "big bang theory", "heroes"..just all in the package..!
The cool weather, the no-pollution environment, the two storeyed buildings, the small town-ness of the place, the people, the endless memories, the unaccountable moments of delirious fits of laughter... the weird,weirder, weirdest things that I've indulged in with few exclusives..unlearning things in its own sweet way..Just about everything..!

All these things and many more unaccountable things had their own magic to my life..they imparted their little but not insignificant charm to it, altered the ideas slightly but not infinitesimally, provided us with perspective in a different but focused sense.All these things had their little parts to play..

After all,life is just like utilizing blocks..it makes no sense individually, but when put together it can add to perhaps one of the most significant buildings for the skyline of a city.

Blog by Blog

2008-12-20T07:32:00.000Z

When you get into college, there's suddenly an intense feel of writing on almost every subtle issue, an impetus to revolt on the slightest wrongs committed, an upsurge of emotions on every little bit of thrill and excitement that comes your way. Since my university was smart enough to never let us get a student committee or in other plain words - an union, we had to seek other ways of doing the same.

So one fine evening (6th December,2006 precisely) , I finally decided to break out from my usual shackles of procrastination and started off my BLOG. My first blog article, "Shadow the expedition" with great fight was put up. I was very happy with this article, and had seen it as my first prominent accomplishment as a blogger.

Next followed some of my articles that had already been put up on other sites, and I just did a mere..how do I place it "Ctrl+C" & "Ctrl+V". Once those articles of mine were indeed over, I'd kind of run out of gas. I used to write "Once in a blue moon".My articles were few, disorganised, naive and put up after inspiring myself for extremely long durations of time. :P

Then came the year 2007. One of my fellow batch mates , turned a blogger.
TURNING POINT!!
He had asked me for tips and inputs about how his blog looked and etc.
Every other day I used to find him putting up one article or the other. Every other day he'd be taunting me about my scarcity of articles or being hit by the writers block!

In a while, the negative words did get to me. While the world is going crazy and nuts on optimism, the magic of positive words, the spirit of positivity and BLAH!!! The negativity, taunts and criticism of my friend actually got to me. Not to mention his constant articles which weren't just articles to increase the number, but articles of substance..NOTEWORTHY material!! were all just seemingly sitting there and mocking at me..LOOSER! :P

Soon enough I found myself writing off to glory..writing everyday, every week..thinking every moment about what to write..Not only had my frequency of putting up a new article increased, but I had been shaped into a blogger by my dear (now turned) friend. As I realised this is not just space to put up articles or clutter the limitless internet, this is my weapon and my friend, THIS IS MY BLOG!..where I see my life my way..and there's only one opinion that matters..MINE!

Had "virtual pencil" never happened I could not have claimed myself to be a blogger today, and worst of all I never would have had the opportunity of knowing such a nice person, shared such great moments, and above all.. HAD SUCH A NICE FRIEND.
Its been great blogging with you.

Cheers..!

I'm dreaming of a White Christmas.....

2008-12-18T17:19:00.000Z

Since time unknown, my family has celebrated Christmas in its most gala fashion ever...
And, its not just a small tree here and buying a cake off from a local grocery store, not just bidding the Christmas day goodbye by just a namesake Christmas tree barely a foot tall, not just tuning the television into Star movies or some other channel to use its magic of Christmas to lend our home some magic for the same. NO!

We did the entire how do I state it "WALK-THROUGH"(pardon me..too many architectural friends) for Christmas and bringing in the magic of Christmas in its own sweet warm fashion. Me, my brother, my mother, my father,and my grandmother (who had no clue about the details of Christmas but was sporting enough to fall through anything that everyone's charged up about! ) would go marching off to New Market (the largest market for Christmas shopping at least in Calcutta), and buy a Christmas tree- double the height of my then size,buy absolutely endless decorations (anything that has the slightest hint of red, green and golden colours we were at that shop and we'd have had bought it!). It then followed by finding a vacant cab and fetching it back to the hubbub of activities of that season, and then heading back home in an utterly tired condition, dozing off in the cab is what you would expect of kids. Reaching home followed by an upsurge of activity for us, rivalry amidst me and my brother as to who gets to the decoration of the tree followed by the house.

On the day of Christmas eve, my father would bake the most amazing plain cake adorned with dry fruits; by taking out our old oven and not the microwave oven. And, while the batters being made-me, my brother, my mother would sneak tastes off the batter while our dad scold us for finishing off the batter in its raw condition, getting tempted he would soon follow suite; as they say "Who'll guard the guardians"? LOL. Once the batter was put into the oven for baking, the smell of the cake being baked would fill up the house, 45 minutes seemed like an eternity, perhaps more than when you wait for a call from that special someone :wink: . We would keep checking on the cake and sticking forks in it to check whether its done. I really didn't know what I'm looking for when I used to stick in that fork in the cake, but seemed like following suite of my mom would seem like the right thing to do.. :P.

Finally when she (the cake) used to step out of that oven, her hard brown crust, that rich smell of freshly baked home-made cake used to fill in the house. And yet, once again we were not allowed to eat as it was for the evening party. Did i not mention that there's a party? Well then how do you celebrate Christmas eve without a party?!! :) All that we were allowed to have was the left overs of the once batter and now crusty remains of the cake on the baking utensil. We were not happy about it, but it kind of gave us some hope and more patience to endure through the long never-ending wait..!
Mom, would have made some gala culinary treats which would not be, lets put it plainly, not-so-Christmas-y..
The carols which have been playing in the backdrop since morning almost seems like a part of the ambience by now."Rudolph the red nosed reindeer..", "Jingle Bells..", "We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year..", "..Christmas is all around you..", "I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.."....just aboout everything.!
Dim yellow lights (which I always find very depressing somehow seems to suit this occasion ), the glimmering automatic lights, the Victorian wreaths, the endless golden bells, the mistletoes, the mother fairy, the stars ...just about everything completed my Christmas eve.

After everything was said and done, and all the guests had left for their respective homes. My dad and me would be singing along with the carols and be so darned happy about it.

Me and my brother would somehow end up sleeping with socks under our pillows and the next morning we would radically find a Rs.100 note in it and thus believe in Santa Claus. As I started getting older, I came to know the real truth about Santa Claus,but that never dampened my spirits. I'd wrap things of the household and give it to my family as Christmas gifts. A few years later, I'd get money from my parents and buy individual gifts for everyone for Christmas. My mom and dad had realised the monster they had nurtured and instead of resisting they decided to give in to my whims as that seemed less futile, besides at some level who doesn't like gifts. :D. I remember a few times that my parents had actually bought us Christmas gifts, the tradition that I'd manage to incorporate and enforce..!

Now, years have passed, there have been many Christmas eve-s where we've not had a party, but the joy of celebration has always been there. My first Christmas where my brother won't be home, but the memory is still there. The many Christmas's where my father's not there,but the idea of the cake and the way it fills up the house and my soul is still there. My grandmother is no longer with us but her eyes sparkling with all the ongoing excitement of something still vivid as a picture. The happiness that I felt and the chill that ran down my spine every time when I saw a Rs. 100 note in my sock which was nicely kept under my pillow still worth it. Guess that's what matters, life's after all a scrapbook, you can just picturise a certain few things when you think of a certain occassion, and relive the moments again and again and again, and the joy of reliving the moment completes you in ways you could have never imagined.
As my mother asks me every year when ever I make my Christmas demands. "So, SPCQ, what religion are we again?"
And, I'd proudly say,"It's more like being part of a SECULAR COUNTRY Ma"!

Merry Christmas everybody wherever you are..!

"I'll be there for you..."

2008-10-30T19:01:00.000Z

A series that was started by 3 brilliant people, in the year 1994, went on to be the longest running series and shaped our concept of fashion, friendship and life in a way so different that we wouldn't recognise ourselves today without it.

Friends...3 ordinary guys and girls with regular ordinary daily problems and mannerisms...and how they conquer their own problems..and strive to be what they want and get better at what they really strived for..!

Joseph Francis Tribbiani..a striving actor, an Italian from the suburbs of Queens, goes through endless number of hardships, from acting in Pinocchio plays to absurd baseless plays, from getting kicked out of being the butt double of Robert de Niro to being cut off as the lead in a major television show, Days of our lives...he finds a way to survive in the industry and finds a way to the top..!

Ross Geller, a high school geek turned palaeontologist gets married for 4 years to Carol who eventually turns lesbian, while bearing his child, Ben, and is together brought up by Susan and Carol. He ends up marrying thrice and a series of OFF & ON relationships with Rachel Green. He also had a child with Rachel, called Emma, but decides to remain unmarried. He becomes a famous palaeontologist; eventually settling to make ends meet with Rachel.

Rachel Green, a normal sophomore supposed to marry an established orthodontist, Barry Farber, but backs out at the last minute to find a way on her own.She fights to make it to the top , fights against her parents and their wishes and eventually ends up as a buyer in Ralph Lauren and an independent mother bearing the child with Ross, their daughter called Emma Geller-Green.

Monica Geller, sister of Ross Geller, who was undermined by her parents about her capabilities, proves them all wrong. An extremely obese female who loses weight to seek revenge on Chandler Bing (Ross's friend), who criticised her. She turns head chef of an extremely famous restaurant (Alessandro) and falls in love with Chandler Bing over a one night stand.

Chandler Bing, a professional data processor, born to a mother who writes raunchy novels and a father who changed his sex to turn into a drag queen. An excessive smoker who fights to give up the habit and after many a kick backs finally kisses it goodbye. He used humour as his defence mechanism, an extremely immature guy filled with mannerisms, one failure after another and a guy afraid of commitment. He falls in love with Monica, over an one night stand. Then ends up marrying her turning to be the perfect husband, they have difficulties having children and adopt twins.

Phoebe Buffay, an illegitimate child whose adopted mother killed herself when she was 5, strived hard, found aroma therapy, learnt how to play the guitar by herself and wrote her own songs and earned off the streets,and as a masseuse. She falls in love with a divorced lawyer called Mike, who retired from law for living to play the piano. Mike, born off rich, well-off parents provided Phoebe with everything normal that had been missing from her life.

It was a series that had such constant pace and momentum to it. One can never point a finger at "Friends" and say, "this is absurd!". I agree there were shows as classic as, "Happy Days" and "Three's Company", but none of them could dream of achieving what "Friends" achieved. It portrays every bit of inspiration that all of us need at some point or the other..be it quit smoking, move on after a bad relationship, lose weight [:P]...simply every tiny bit of it..awe inspiring..!!!

A series that portrayed everything that represents as I can say "glass half full", everything that is good and still alive amidst us. Everything that required some patting on our back; that reminds you that goodness still dwells and how much your friends can actually make a difference and help you out in those dead rough patches which do not wish to move on.
As Harsh says, "I can't have enough of friends..20 years from now and I'll still be watching 'FRIENDS' ".

All I could do is write about it

2008-10-29T11:51:00.000Z

Well this life that I've lead has took me everywhere
There ain't no place I ain't never gone
But its kind of like the saying that you heard so many times
Well there just ain't no place like home
Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young
Or a fish in a river swimming free
Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina
Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes.

Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin'
Do you like to see a youngun with his dog
Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air your breathin'
Well you better listen to my song
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes.

I'm not tryin' to put down no big cities
But the things they write about us is just a bore
Well you can take a boy out of ol' Dixieland
But you'll never take ol' Dixie from a boy
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write 'em in a song
I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes
'Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes.

Courtesy: Lynyrd Skynyrd

ETERNALLY "mine"...

2008-10-29T08:36:00.000Z

So there we were..me and my friends on a quick runaway from the ever dreading painful campus..to my home sweet home..and Calcutta..
And, being a book lover and having friends who share the same passion..off we went to college street at our earliest opportunity..
A very usual concept of haggling and shouting and everything that follows to pull off a smart one..which acts both ways..cause the shopkeeper doesn't want to let you rip him off..and you don't want to get ripped off by the shopkeeper..more like a viscious circle..
Then a rare book by Virginia Woolf was picked up by one of my friends..and as we opened the book inside it was written in a hasty fashion...

"Sheela,
Sorry for being late again..
Love always,
Rishi.

20.02.28".

It was then that it occurred to me that may be the lucky couple made it through and got married and passed away and their books got sold off by their children, may be they broke up and she sold it off or gave it away or gave it back to him. Millions of possibilities..May be it was the n'th time that the book was getting sold..God knows how and where the book is going to end up..But it will always bear the memoir of the fact that it was given by "Rishi" to "Sheela"..forever and for always...

A gift that will stand all by itself forever and for always...The perfect gift..cause one always looks for the various gifts that could be brought so that they always have never lose it..untampered by time..and somehow i turned glad for all the books that I'd ever got as gifts..cause they are now and forever.. "Eternally mine"...

WHO KNEW...!!!!

2008-09-21T00:53:00.001+01:00

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IT COULD ONLY HAPPEN IN A GIRLS HOSTEL....

2008-09-20T09:09:00.000+01:00

So it was a normal day..woke up at 12 in the morning..a usual routine outing to the loo..
Now anybody reading this may be wondering how is this relevant in my post..Well I'm coming to it!

So while I was brushing my teeth..Staring at my horrid out-of-the-bed image in the mirror..and then my eyes wandered to one of the million notes one gets to look at and muse themselves with..

Well, this just wasn't one of the "Switch OFF the geyser when not in use." or, "Do not puke in the basin" and blah blah blah.....!!!

It was a note..it read something like this,"Anybody whose taken my Dove shampoo by mistake please return it to room No. G-07".

And, I thought to myself.."Who is SHE kidding?"

Next day...same routine...and I see a note saying,"THANKS....G-07"

Well as the title says..IT COULD ONLY HAPPEN IN A GIRLS HOSTEL...!!!!

Dying One by One

2008-08-10T13:32:00.000+01:00

When I had come down to the small wretched hell hole over boarded with nature..something known to the world as Birla Institute of Technology..We were told by various people, whoever came across us told us, "Each and every tiny minutest miniscule thing that you'll see, lay your eyes on and actually LIKE..dont worry BIT administration will go out of your way and find a way to cross it right out of your liking's list..!"

We didn't know how its actually supposed to take control of all these things.

Then it soon hit us..It started with the canteen, the only happening sector of our monotonous, moribund life or culture and they stopped the cheapest of items-french fries etc.

Next year the meals which were value for money were also slashed from the menu..stuff like-Moghlai paratha,cutlets,venkys menu, kababs everything....!

Next year inflation had gone to 11% (now at an ever high of 12%) and it hit us in the face..boring sad canteen food prices hiked..!

Then S.Data joined in the torture game..he slashed the only thing that served as a source of entertainment for us..ORKUT..gone!
Which only marked the curbing of various facilities..even music and free sms sites were blocked..
That hit us bloggers on the road and we took out our weapons..our only source for venting out our vengance and a culture which was rising on its own..Soon enough it had caught the eye of the curbers of bit culture..anything that gives us any pleasure..smacked out..!

So came DOOMSDAY..and soon enough we typed in the url of our blogs or our friends blogs for the propagation of our culture and found "ERROR :The Requested URL cannot be visited", and then it dawned upon us..another thing just aken away from us.Just like that!
One of my friends went out and spoke to the administrator and he said if he doesnt see anything negative going on then he'll put it back up.Whatever that means..!
Till then:

"HAIL ULTRASURF!!!!!"

1 sq. ft

2008-07-23T17:22:00.002+01:00

"..but SPCQ how are you going to wake up for class if you have a single room.."
The first sentence that my parents uttered when they came to know that I was getting a single room back in my 1st year. I consoled them with lot of ambivalent expressions and dubious plans about how I'm going to make it.
Anyway, finally I made it through without a F*, or any issues what so ever.

Then came 2nd year, not only it meant shifting from one hostel to another, and the good old senior-junior sessions, but also the anxiety of sharing a room with someone, and all the first's of a room sharing experience..soon like always everything got stale and old, and nothing bore its freshness or carried and appeal that it once did..!

Start of third year, and it was spent by envying all the hostel-mates who had single rooms, and hours spent in calculating and devising a perfect plan for seeking a single room by the time I was in fourth year.

It was dawning on us that its about to be fourth year, and all my friends had written their applications with a lot of thought, where as I had randomly scribbled some words and put the important ones in bold and underlined fonts (read :NRI ).

End result: Voila...Single room, all mine..!

But does it still count when you have two huge cupboards in your room, making the room feel very small..And even when you close your eyes, you get a feeling of the room closing down on you, and a gutt wrenching feel of claustrophobia even though you've never had such issues before?

Well at the end of the day when you want your desired share of silence, space and piece of quiet may be its just a matter of time before the fact of 1 Sq. ft. area room eases in...!

As Nupur says: "Officially single with a single room!"

HAPPY B'DAY "DD"

2008-07-19T15:59:00.000+01:00

"...I remember the 1st time we met, it was magic. Your b'day I can never forget..It marks my journey...part of my life which is going to be cherished by me forever, years which shaped me into what I am..Our batch day, your b'day the odds are amazing...Every year entire batch celebrates your b'day..

This year is the year when we are all together for the last time..The last time when we will be celebrating your b'day together..with all the madness..all the themes that we'd ever developed for celebrating your b'day...all the crazy expeditions we'd set for you to discover your gifts..all the madness and the 'bending-into-two' moments and falling off the bed...all the crazy movies and marathons we'd experienced..

This is the year when we'd all be together..the last year when I'd be giving you gifts by hand..Next year its going to be a call and a courier..OH! It's going to be so different and difficult..
STEEL YOURSELF BABES!!

Love you loads..& I know its outrageously sentimental but its all from the heart..& it's all true..."

Requested to be put for you from your DD.......
"Happy Birthday" from me also...!

Rs. 10/ hour

2008-07-08T18:22:00.000+01:00

Today when i logged on to my blog..finally..seemed like a million years but apparently was just around a month. I realised my last post was on the 4th of June which isn't really all that long ago, but I guess when surfing isn't free, you don't have an abundance of free time and the freedom to carry out your daily duties at your own will isn't exactly an option..not only does it get reflected on your life but also the net (being a blogger) carries a very neat resemblance of the same.
So finally after had got net, not free,(stupid slow GPRS costs Rs.249/month..luckily I've got people to pitch in, moving on....) I guess i can say net doesn't well at least cost me Rs. 10.00/hour but then again anything being 24/7 sure bears its own advantages.

Guess, I finally have the time and peace of mind to surf endlessly and read my fellow bloggers recent posts. Who cares about schedule anymore, the disciplined tamed self of 1.5 months old has gone off to hibernate for another good 2-3 months that is till another need for discipline is felt or any SOS situations crop up.

Welcome back all the endless series, vague and intriguing movies, countless outings, neverending number of heartbreaks & heartaches, those glorious days of discussion of butterflies in one's stomach for crushes, listless sessions of B-A-ching, time and over again buffets, treats, parties,high times, hangovers and looting ones friends of their reminant cash during those never abating sessions of bankruptcy which seem to outlive our college stay, and last but not the least doing one night stands...for preparation of exams ( Hello!!! what were you thinking??!!! ;) ) and I almost forgot PLACEMENTS & UNIVERSITIES!!!!

HERE'S TO FINAL YEAR...days which will pass like the wailing storm, but which hopefully I can savor every moment, taking a plunge pretty much blind folded with friends and acquaintances worth knowing almost each and everyone in their own little unique way...Here goes nothing......

CHEERS!!!

Wrongs of a society

2008-06-04T16:59:00.000+01:00

So today while feeling extremely triumphant with the feeling of having successfully wrapped up my utterly gnawing summer project i was sitting at home enjoying a lazy afternoon flipping channels which apparently i have not done in quite sometime now.
Getting back to my point..I stumbled upon MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA..

It portrays the Japanese society of a time pre-IInd world war..
There's a cult of extremely poverty ridden sector of a society..and they are groomed with extreme care and diligence to make them suave sensual and extremely graceful.
They are taught how to seduce one's patron with very graceful gestures, and very formally.

Their virginity is dealt out to the highest bidder,their invitation to the bidding ceremony is a rice cake. The GEISHAs please people with their company,and when finally when a man feels he's ready to commit, she commits her life to him, her patron is called DANNA. While she may not sleep with anyone else, and stay truthful to him and devote her life to pleasing him as apparently he has an unhappy married life and a GEISHA is his way of recluse and treating himself; he goes on sleeping with anyone he feels and cares about.
And lastly, no he does not marry her, because she's a geisha..

If u ask me she's just a graceful prostitute and they are born and brought up with such care so that they can seduce someone so that they get to be their Mistress's, that is their whole and soul aim in life.

WHAT KIND OF CRUDE BRAIN-WASH ALLOWS SUCH CRUELTY IN A SOCIETY I ASK?!!!!

Well,Japanese people are supposed to be the well mannered lot, I don't dare to think what the others are capable of..

Look around, you'll find sons smoking pot, girls getting pregnant, husbands cheating and beating their wives in front of a so called educated society and no one ever raises their voice..Was'nt eduation also supposed to be about being eduacted morally???I sincerely ask you why do you put up with this?????

Our parents have brought us up with clear cut morals. All our lives we have been taught to choose between rights and wrongs, how do we let go off all that just to indulge in ideas of something mainly because people around you coax you that its supposed to be good?!! Before the 1st time you do try you don't even know its good or whether you'll like it, you know all your life you have been taught better, but you still go ahead and do it anyway, I ask..

IS YOUR MORAL CONSCIENCE OUT FOR LUNCH??!!!!

Don't put up with what you don't want to..History is not created by acts of non-violence..you are known as a coward..To create history while you earn respect is standing up for what everyone knows is right.

Oprah Winfrey said: "Courage is not about being fear-less, it's about doing things in spite of being scared to shit!"

Solution to life or is it?

2008-05-19T15:28:00.000+01:00

Sometimes in life dont you feel you could do without all the complexities and materialistic things that encompasses our lives and just live peacefully forever and for always in a small hut .
Guess that's again the easy way out of life and its traumas and its perks as they say:
"WITH GREAT POWER SOMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY!!!".... or did spiderman say that???

SLOWLY SINKING IN..!

2008-05-10T16:25:00.000+01:00

This was a long overdue post so do not relate to it...n undz its not a copy of ur idea , Harsh gt part of it as a forward, ask him for proof..! (LOL)

Yesterday was hostel night, (which was definitely AWESOME!!!!) the last hostel night of which we were a part, now its all gone from now onwards it will only be "The HOSTEL NITE we had ....",moving on....

So much has changed since the last hostel night, then I was a silly little girl babbling around whatever i wanted whenever I wanted to. Now I'm a matured girl babbling on whatever i want, whenever i want,....1 year ago i was straight and now...(keep thinking, you either already now it or you never will)...LOL..

On a more serious note 1 more HOSTEL NITE means one lesser year in BIT. I seriously have no clue where all the moments dwindled away. All I could remember are glimpses of me coming down to Ranchi with my parents to finalise my admission procedures, our seniors badinaging us, dollling out the dress code, escaping to town in salwar kameezes and changing in Capitol Hill's washroom, and stil not buying anything to eat from there.I have to say though, everytime we headed towards capitol hill to change I (or should I say "we") thought they are definitely not opening the doors this time..

The mad parties we had, the trend set by Rhea and soon culminated to all rave parties in the hostel. The night outs with friends, the moments when time stood still-yes my beloved friends you know what I'm talking about-VIVAs, EXAM rooms, PERFORMANCES etc. etc. etc. all equally tormenting.

But nonetheless memories worth treasuring.

If I could assign an award for the time-stood-still moments,the few TIME STOOD STILL nominees for the award would be:

1. As you all know physics lab used to get us marked on a scale of 10,and well believe it or not MG was the champ. I dont know how he did it but he got -5 yes!!! thats a negative sign he got negative 5.BELIEVE IT OR NOT!!!

2. AT's pre-planned excuse for not being able to answer viva questions.."Sir,mere doon-o kutte marr gayye aaj.abhi dafna ke aa raha hoon.meri mummy ka bhi tabiyat kharab ho gaya unki seva kartte karte,poore ghar ka bojh mere pe hai...."and it went on, my memory fails to remember the entire conversation.

3.My friends actually got these questions asked not during viva but after class.

One day her sandal got torn and she wasn't being able to walk properly and the professor asked her to wait downstairs.Later when he met her he told her" Aaap-ki sandal toot gayyi hai,app-ko lift de deta hoon hostel tukk.", she somehow managed to wriggle out of the extremely tempting offer.

4. During a viva:"kaunse hostel se ho..bitotsav mein dance kiyya tha na..achha naach lete ho!.."

what the hell!!!

5.During viva my friends explainning the concept of filtration by giving an example of strainning tes, my HOD "chayye banan-i aati hai aapko...chann lete ho??"

6.My Hod again, a guy's collar bone got broken and has some stitiches also so our HOD asks him how's filtration relevant in your accident.We are all bummed out as to what is he asking, then he says"Aap ka sirf RBC nikkla tha bleeding ke time pe our ohir ,mesh form honne ke baad serum nikla tha.This is a primary example of FILTRATION..!!!" WHO & WHY did anybody appoint this guy..!

7. During our Physics-I class,YB was being teased too much by SK so she started punching him, the professor saw and said "The guy in the red T-Shirt and the girl after him get out of the class.!

8. I used to be despised by A.Keshri of Com-Sci Department and he had taken my case N number of times, atarting form crossing over guys who were sleeping in class and coming over to my desk to see what i was scribbling on my desk, to making me individually run programs of c which i sucked at and matching my program list with the programs on my comp.You name it and he has done it.Anyway, so it was finally performance i had armoured myself for this and i go in ready to brace for impact, he seez my file hes lik "only52 programs?!!!",im lik"sir, i'd ran out of index paper thats why else i have65 programs on the comp u can check if u want".He said it wont be considered.HM had done only35 progs and he was damn proud of him.

Then during the performance HM inspite of having C++ in +2 level no idea how to run the program and i told him and his program was bugged and didn't run. My program ran and was completely debugged.

End result:HM-A+, me- B

HOW???!!!!!!

There are a lot of things in BIT which doesnt make sense and perhaps never will, but the bonds you build the memories you gather are worth cherishing forever and for always. Something which seems like without which your life would never really be complete, I'm not saying they are all happy memories they were building blocks to a new, matured and improved YOU.

Guess thats what we were all here for.

Now we've been there and done that.!!!

Act I, Scene II:Merchant of mallu-land...P.S. Belated Happy B'Day Godess

2008-05-07T15:30:00.000+01:00

I have always had an insatiable love for the folks of mallu land, and my batch mates will be able to not only corelate but also laugh their hearts out about the same.
Anyway, so it was one of my Godesses birthday and someone commonly known as the pachyderm approached me asking me to write something specially crafted for her and relating to her life which comprised of being a Mallu, studying M.S.(yeah..you are right we are talking U.S. of A baby!) and being forced by her father to marry other mallu dorks or atleast consider the idea.
So what hit me next was the conversation that Portia and Nerissa had in ActI,Scene II in Merchant Of Venice and how she despised the prospect of being forced to marry someone according to the plan set by her father,supposedly fool proof and supposed to be the way she finds her perfect life partner.
It had too much of similarity for me not feeling that moment to be a "DEJA VU" moment, and a chill ran down my spine.
What followed next was me rushing back to my hostel (not exactly rushing, coming back at 6.30 which is sadly btw our in-time), downloading the dialogue and set off editing after sometime what comprosed was as follows.Since my dear godess is too overcrowded with late night works(I-MEAN-IT!) and has not got back to me about the same so here's to hoping when she finally sees my cry for her response to the same. Here-goes-nothing....!

ACT I,SCENE II: A room in GODESS'S house.
Enter GODDESS and ANGEL.

GODDESS
By my troth, ANGEL, my little body is weary of this great world.

ANGEL
You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are: and yet, for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing. It is no mean happiness therefore, to be seated in the mean lab: superfluity comes sooner by microbes, but competency lives longer.

GODDESS
Good sentences and well pronounced.

ANGEL
They would be better, if well followed.

GODDESS
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and autoclaving been fool proof. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty morons how PCR to be performed, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leapso'er a cold decree: such a hare is madness the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel the cripple. But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a husband. O me, the word 'choose!' I may neither choose a mallu bloke whom I would nor refuse whom I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the whims of a MALLU father. Is it not hard,ANGEL, that I cannot choose a blockhead nor refuse none?

ANGEL
Your father is ever virtuous; and holy MALLUs for their daughters have good inspirations: therefore the lottery,that he hath devised in these three chests of gold, silver and lead, whereof who chooses his meaning chooses you, will, no doubt, never be chosen by any rightly but one who shall rightly love. But what warmth is there in your affection towards any of these princely suitors that are already come?

GODDESS
I pray thee, over-name them; and as thou namest them, I will describe them; and, according to my description, level at my affection.

ANGEL
First, there is the Thiruvaanthapuram-ian prince..

GODDESS
Ay, that's a colt indeed, for he doth nothing but talk of his rocketting device; and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good ORGANs, that he can show him himself. I am much afeard my lady his mother played false with a smith.

ANGEL
Then there is the County GOPINATH.

GODDESS
He doth nothing but frown, as who should say 'If you will not have me, choose:' he hears merry tales and smiles not: I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher AS THE LYRICIST OF AUDIOSLAVE when he grows old, being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth. I had rather be married to a SHUKLA's-head with a bone in his mouth than to either of these. God defend me from these two!

ANGEL
How say you by the French lord, Monsieur Le KRISHNAN?

GODDESS
God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.In truth, I know it is a sin to be a mocker: but,he! why, he hath a ORGAN better than theThiruvaanthapuram-ian 's, a better bad habit of frowning than the Count GOPINATH; he is every man in no man; if a throstle sing, he falls straight a capering: he will fence with his own shadow: if I should marry him, I should marry twenty husbands. If he would despise me I would forgive him, for if he love me to madness, I shall never requite him.

ANGEL
What say you, then, to PUSHPLAL, the young baron of KOCHI?

GODDESS
You know I say nothing to him, for he understands not me, nor I him: he hath neither ENGLISH, JHARKHANDI,nor MALAYALAM, and you will come into the court and swear that I have a poor pennyworth in the English.He is a proper man's picture, but, alas, who can converse with a dumb-show? How oddly he is suited!I think he bought his doublet in , his round house in KOTTAYAM, his bonnet in KASSUR and his behaviour everywhere.

ANGEL
What think you of the KASARGOD-ish lord, his neighbour?

GODDESS
That he hath a neighbourly charity in him, for he borrowed a box of the ear of the MALLU bloke and swore he would pay him again when he was able: I think the mallu ass became his surety and sealed under for another.
ANGEL
How like you the young Mallu, the Duke of Belur's nephew?
GODDESS
Very vilely in the morning, when he is sober, and most vilely in the afternoon, when he is drunk: when he is best, he is a little worse than a man, and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast:and the worst fall that ever fell, I hope I shall make shift to go without him.

ANGEL
If he should offer to choose, and choose the right casket, you should refuse to perform your father's wish, if you should refuse to accept him.

GODDESS
Therefore, for fear of the worst, I pray thee, set a deep bowl of typical sambhar on the contrary casket,for if the devil be within and that temptation without, I know he will choose it. I will do anything, ANGEL, ere I'll be married to BACTERIAL CULTURE.

ANGEL
You need not fear, lady, the having any of these lords: they have acquainted me with their determinations; which is, indeed, to return to their home and to trouble you with no more suit, unless you may be won by some other sort than your father's imposition depending on the caskets.
GODDESS
If I live to be as old as Sibylla, I will die as chaste as Diana, unless I be obtained by the manner of my father's will. I am glad this parcel of wooer sare so reasonable, for there is not one among them but I dote on his very absence, and I pray God grant them a fair departure.

ANGEL
Do you not remember, lady, in your father's time, a Mallyalam, a scholar and a soldier, that came hither in company of the Great Virappan?

GODDESS
Yes, yes, it was; as I think, he was so called.

ANGEL
True, madam: he, of all the men that ever my foolish eyes looked upon, was the best deserving a fair lady.

GODDESS
I remember him well, and I remember him worthy of thy praise.
Enter a Serving-man
How now! what news?

PACHYDERM
The four strangers seek for you, madam, to take their leave: and there is a fore runner come from a fifth, the Thiruvaanthapuram-ian prince, who brings word the prince his master will be here to-night.

GODDESS
If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good a heart as I can bid the other four farewell, I should be glad of his approach: if he have the condition of a saint and the complexion of a devil, I had rather he should shrive me than wive me. Come,ANGEL. Sirrah, go before.Whiles we shut the gates upon one wooer, another knocks at the door.

Exeunt

HAPPY B'DAY GODDESS..NEVER HOLD BACK A DESIRE...!

Nauseating Nostalgia

2008-04-05T20:00:00.000+01:00

Its been one year since I'd met a handful of people whom I used to think as paranormals, whom I used to look up at and think-"THEY ARE THE INVINCIBLES..".

What i meant was that, while I thought everyone around me was getting succumbed to all the ill habits that encompassed us, I thought they'd been there and NOT done that, and was proud of them and used to look up at them and think of them as GOD.

A set of miraculous events and I came to know them and knew, they aren't paranormals, they are just as human as anyone around me. But that didn't kill my fetish for being in company of my supposed GODs.

The more I came to know them, the more I got startled as to how different they are, how beautiful a heart they bear, how amiable their nature actually is, how easily one can talk to them about anything under the sun...And this article will never do justice to the reasons.

Today on a very lazy Saturday afternoon , when I went bungee reading on one of these "INVINCIBLES" blogs, I realized how much I actually correlate with these people.
I have never spent much time with these odd set of folks but somehow they bring along a sense of belong-ingness (is that even a word?if not, pardon me.).
When I read their blogs I can imagine them reading it out to me, doing whatever they claimed on their articles, or hell! even idly sitting in their rooms in the middle of a cold rainy night and typing out an article cause they cant put themselves off to sleep.

A lot of folks of this cult is worth being treasured forever and for always(silver surfer), some are better to be done away with (change is inevitable, except from a vending machine), some just worth a great laugh (everyone is entitled to be stupid, but some abuse the privilege), some to look up to..more like as GOD cause you know you can look up to them and they will never look down at you!

DEAR INVINCIBLES...kudos to you, you have been better than the max cult of people I've met in my life or I will ever meet.

YOU'VE GOT TAGED!!!!

2008-04-02T18:38:00.000+01:00

Tag..the only thought that I could relate to it or may be TAG to it is me getting TAGed on facebook by my fellow friend in a photo at a social get together or so-called parties.

Today, after GENESIS when I was so tired and exhausted I thought I don't have energy for anything other than a little bit of harmless surfing i ended up on my friends blog where she had TAGED me, which means I have to reveal five secrets about myself in public. It's supposed to be a little game of the small cult of bloggers.
All i can say is I'm game for it.
So after much thought I've actually reduced it down to the following lucky five secrets of my life.

1. I used to see the ALL-OUT advertisements in my early childhood years and think that it actually jumped and pranced about in the room to eat up the mosquitoes as its tasty dinner( i say dinner cause back in my childhood days, mosquitoes used to inhabit us only during the might.). I pestered my parents to buy an ALL-OUT and was crestfallen when it didn't jump around .

2.My dad being a mariner had to sail for around 9 months at a stretch when I was a kid, so when he used to come after every voyage I used to refer to him as "uncle", and when he tried convincing me that he's my dad, I used to point him to a picture of my mom and dad, and try my level best to make him understand that the one in the picture is my dad, or perhaps I thought that the picture is my dad. Or may be I used to think the person in the picture and my dad were two different entities altogether. LOL

3.I'm expert in screwing up any phone or any electronic gadget that stays with me for more than a month. By now I've had 6 mobiles all repaired innumerable number of times and 1 mobile still dead in my almira. I've gone as far as wiping my laptops HDD clean with Ubuntu as I was too frustrated of the virus that invaded my system. Now I live with a XP OS and no drivers.

4. I have very different views about eunuchs and would actually like to do something for them once when I have the power and the money to do the same, so that begging and harassing strangers for money isn't their only basis of living.

5. I have a pure satirical and sadistic approach to life, my problems and everyone else's problems and laughing at them in a way, such that even they feel like laughing at it.

I pass on the baton to : Undz , GVS , and Wali (if he reads this).

GIRL POWER!!! pART ii

2008-03-26T10:16:00.000Z

The fighting of women for their own freedom and rights has always been a huge factor in India especially when you are brought up in a family with strong FEMINIST issues.

My 1st year in BIT, and we were invited to Capitol Hill for the celebration of International Women's day , us being freshers meant that we were over-enthusiastic about every tiny detail in life, so what followed was pretty much expected.

Our entire batched flocked to Capitol Hill, we were told that we were going to come up, close and personal, with famous personalities like Kiran Bedi and lot of other active female social workers and leading feminists, but what we really cared about was the free lunch!

Although we had mastered the art of not paying attention to whatever was being said, but still whatever sunk into me, was enough to make me feel the need to stand up for whatever is RIGHT!

Whatever follows next is me taking the RIGHT path!

Me and four of my friends had decided to head to my place for a 2-day break from the tormenting college life, it was all well-clean-planned fun and frolic.
So there we were, me and four of my friends headed out in 8616 Hatiah Howrah Express, unable to resist our temptations about what the future held.

We were all sitting in the lower berths, chatting our way to glory, then we found a random guy who just came and sat on one of the berths, and was playing random oldies, soon when he found its not getting him any attention, he shifted to earphones.
Then sometime later we found he was back with another stunt of his,he was trying to click our photos, we thought of settling it in the most chilled way, and we pulled up our berths and pretended we went to sleep.
Once when he was gone we were back yapping. Sitting in the most uncomfortable positions till 2 in the night.

Next day morning: We are sitting and waiting for the train to reach Howrah.
Enter Mr.Weird with his beloved mp4+camera .
Another passenger in our coup told us he had been also there in the night trying to click our photos.
Then we soon find he's directly taking our photos, he isn't even posing anymore, so there we were mocking at him with our own set of cameras, and he was so shameless, little did it do to his moral conscience!

By then, we are extremely frustrated with the entire situation, we were having our own talks of confronting this chap.
I got a little bit too excited about the same, and confronted him,
"Excuse me...are you taking our pictures?"
he merely nodded and said "haan..haan".
These were the words that turned off one of my pals in the worst way ever!
She went over to him (as he was sitting on the side berth) and hassled and haggled with him, and then he says,"mereko angrezi nahi aati hai",to this my friend replies,"hum aapse thett hindi mein baat karre?,chavvi mittayyiye!!!"
We then snatched his gizmo gadget,deleted all his pictures videos everything ... basically wiped his memory card clean!
Till date we have a good laugh at the cost of this weirdo.

One things for sure,he's never going to take pictures of random girls.

He acted like a sheer nuisance and boy did he "GET SERVED!!!"

P.S.: Hope this satisfies 316! :P

HOW DO PARALLEL MINDS WORK!!!!!

2008-03-25T05:13:00.000Z

Recently I got a mail that gave me a sneak peek into what it actually is like, and definitely proves great for laughs,so heres what it looke like:

When Women speak.....they mean:-
Yes = No.
No = Yes.
Maybe = No.
I'm sorry = You'll be sorry.
We need = I want.
It's your decision = The correct decision should be obvious by now.
Do what you want = You'll pay for this later.
We need to talk = I need to complain.
Sure... go ahead = I don't want you to.
I'm not upset = Of course I'm upset, you moron!
You're... so manly = You need a shave and you sweat a lot.
Be romantic, turn out the lights = I have flabby thighs.
This kitchen is so inconvenient = I want a new house.
I want new curtains = ... and carpeting, and furniture, and wallpaper.
I heard a noise = I noticed you were almost asleep.
Do you love me? = I'm going to ask for something expensive.
How much do you love me?=I did something today you're really not going to like.
I'll be ready in a minute = Kick off your shoes and find a good game on T.V.
Is my butt fat? = Tell me I'm beautiful.
You have to learn to communicate = Just agree with me.
I'm not yelling! = Yes I am yelling because I think this is important.

When Men speak...they mean:-
I'm hungry = I'm hungry.
I'm sleepy = I'm sleepy.
I'm tired = I'm tired.
Do you want to go to a movie = I'd eventually like to have sex with you.
Can I take you out to dinner = I'd eventually like to have sex with you.
Can I call you sometime = I'd eventually like to have sex with you.
May I have this dance? = I'd eventually like to have sex with you.
What's wrong? = I guess sex tonight is out of the question
I'm bored = Do you want to have sex?
I love you = Let's have sex now
I love you, too = Okay, I said it... We'd better have sex now!
Yes, I like the way you cut your hair = Okay, I said it... We'd better have sex now!
Let's talk = I am trying to impress you by showing that I am a deep person and maybe then you'd like to have sex with me
Will you marry me? = I want to make it illegal for you to have sex with other guys
(While shopping): I like that one better = Pick any bloody dress and let's go home and have sex!

LOOK BEYOND!!!!!

2008-03-22T15:14:00.000Z

Every once in a while, we come across hard patches of our lives, ones that we feel could have been done better without. But then again its life, if we never had the hard patches we would never had realised how sweet happiness feels!

So there are times when we remember how sad a particular fraction of our lives have been- maybe a spoilt friendship,a spoilt relationship, maybe a bad performance in the exams..it could range from ZERO to anything!

There are two outcomes of the following: either move on , and wake up every morning and thank God for your very existence and making your life brighter every minute that you live, and live a happy-jolly life!
OR,
wake up everyday and curse God and lady luck for every moment of your existence and despise the fact that you are still alive and living your outright rotten life!

Somehow, i fail to understand the fact how one spends their entire life cursing on every tiny hurdle that they stumble upon, and not look past it, to the green pastures that would be lying very ahead of them.

May be I was a born optimist,but i still say if YOU are repenting and reminding yourself 24*7 about all that has gone haywire in your life,then DUDE take a deep breath,pause for a while and read the following THREE words:

"GET OVER IT!!!!"

GIRL POWER

2008-03-20T08:58:00.000Z

Since ages unknown women have been subjected to moulding and blending them into the social clauses not to mention how many countless number of times we have been taken advantage of.
Now, women have come of age and their souls are satiated of being taken advantage off, now after a series of incidents and after enduring enough to last lifetimes to come, we have learnt how to stand up for WHAT IS RIGHT regardless of age,caste,creed or religion.
A similar case is the reason why i set out to write this article altogether.
Our college campus has neatly segregated girls and guys with utmost proficiency. We have completely cut-off hostel area so that guys cant pry on us and mostly to ensure our safety, but WHO WILL GUARD THE GUARDIANS?!!!
From the Research and Development building to the junior and senior girls hostel its a completely MEN-FREE area apart from the professors houses surrounding our hostels.
We have often been harassed by odd number of people more specifically men, sitting at awkward position and as crude as it may sound but this is the harsh reality,they have been sitting their and BELIEVE IT OR NOT masturbating!
All these days, we have just got grossed out and moved on as if we haven't noticed any such thing.But soon we came to the conclusion that the numbers are increasing and its not helping our condition and decided to revolt the next time we came across such vulgarity.
So one fine day two of my friends were coming back from college and they saw this driver repeating the act,so they went up to a guard and told him to catch hold of this driver and took him off to the superintend of girls hostel.In the meanwhile this driver started fleeing then THAPPA the superintend of security officers was on a bike and got this fellow by the collar.
The scumbag had the audacity to say"ladkiyan jhooth bol rahi hai..mere biwi hai bachche hai".
The guards were like,"ladkiyan complain ki hai abb toh kuchh hona hi hai".
It was later to be found he was from one of the leading hotels of Ranchi, also known as YUVRAJ hotel; serving one of the top shots of our administration. He was let go with a warning and the hotel promised to never send him over for any job.

And to top it off THAPPA kept on asking,"woh kya karr raha tha?",my friend kept on saying,"he was masturbating", and he never understood!

As Oprah Winfrey had once said,"You can either settle for what is right or for peace!",I'm glad we settled for the RIGHT path.

Do you still "REMEMBER NEPTUNE"

2008-03-19T18:09:00.000Z

For my blog readers who have already read REMEMBER NEPTUNE this is some more trivia of equator X-ing (crossing) (for others refer November'07s article :P).
Recently did I receive the following article from my dad. It read as follows:

spcq,we are gearing up for an equator x-ing ceremony in the next 2-days. This time the bakhra is 4th engineer. He will be roasted in his own coal, means after going through all the ordeal suggested by King Neptune we will be lavishing in a party thrown by him. How cruel are the crew!
This is his 1st promotion as a 4th engineer and his wages have become 4 fold. So why not! That's the wager for him.
Love-daddy.(sleep well)

Future:Here We Come!!!!

2008-03-18T15:10:00.001Z

Us human beings are extremely curious creatures.
God gave us everything and asked us not to touch an apple tree and we couldn't resist, we knew it would lead to doom but still we risked it, and why? Cause we cant resist the slightest temptation.
We have excelled in every field or every cause which was created by God. But TIME remains untampered with and untouched like the purity of a saint maintaining sheer abstinence from all worldly pleasures.
Unable to conquer the one thing that keeps on eluding us, keeps us on our toes, keeps on making us ponder, cause if we knew the future whose going to work for today?!!!
Unable to win over the unconquered we use our own imagination..as in let it run wild to paint us a picture of what the future might look like...

It started with the novel called "TIME MACHINE" by H.G. Wells , where he describes for the first time how he travels through time to see the world change rapidly in front of his very own eyes, and how it changed into something where humans are no longer capable of taking charge of the situation.

Next came along STAR WARS, the movie that created history at BOX OFFICE. A movie which portrays humans and aliens co-exist in a world where good is still competing with the DARK FORCE..where Jedis are pioneers of good,in command of fighting against the Dark force and free from worldly pleasures,"the ONE" Jedi fails to follow the rules and turns into the PROTEGE of villains in Hollywood AKA DARTH VADER.

Then came along STAR TREK, where in the distant future a spaceship with unimaginable technologies (like-warp drive, teleportation and so on and so forth) ventures out of the solar system to locate alien life forms(like borg) and loses touch with Mother Earth. Only to trace back its way to earth through surprisingly strikingly variant events.

JUDGE DREDD portrays a dystopic future, where urban areas have grown into mega cities that cover entire coastal regions, the justice system has evolved to a single person invested with the power of police, judge, jury, and executioner: the Judge. Among the Judges of Mega-City One, Judge Dredd is one of the best, and a particular favorite of the Head of the Council, Judge Fargo. But there are evil forces at work in the Justice Dept: block riots and the escape of Rico, a homicidal maniac, are only steps in a plan that ultimately lead to the sentencing of Dredd for a murder he didn't commit. And Dredd must discover the secrets of his own past and survive to stop the evildoers .

Then we had TERMINATOR the series,It has been ten long years since a Terminator failed to kill Sarah Connor and her unborn son, John. Now, Skynet has sent back another Terminator. This one being more advanced than the last one. John Connor, who is now ten years old, is the target. The future John sends back a replica of the Terminator that tried to kill him back in time to 1995. It's Terminator vs. Terminator.A fight of good over the evil,where the good succeeds.

ROBOCOP,a movie where a very capable officer Alex Murphy gets killed on his first day of patrolling Detroit-now a crime ridden city by feared gang leader Clarence Boddicker.He is then replaced in a cybernetic soldier by OCP scientists where he serves of great use,but when his own life's memories star rt surfacing he gets obsessed for seeking revenge.

I,ROBOT..a movie where robots are made to help man..but then the robots lack self-conscience and draw a conclusion which involves human bloodshed in order to achieve PEACE AND PROSPERITY.The creator of these robots was successful in making a robot whom he used to call his son,this robot was a class apart as he was one with a conscience and he found the whole plan very inhumane.This robot along with the assistance of WILL SMITH, help in destroying the heartless plan of world peace.

I AM LEGEND..A movie where only one man survives when a massive virus outbreak occurs which turn humans and all other beings hostile and alienic and light intolerant,one man survives to make a difference.

Paycheck,a John Woo classic where Ben Affleck works as freelancing physicist for companies and after every job his brain is wiped clean of the time duration of his job,so that the company can patent his works without involving him in it.He develops a machine which gives him a peek in the future,but he realises if man sees the future then there will be no looking forward to it,the curiosity of knowing what the future has will no longer be a mystery and there will be no hope.He realises the blunder and devises a plan to destroy the machine and at the same time wriggle out of the loop he's put himself into.

All these movies have one thing in common..their heartfelt desire and attempt to unravel the future, to pretend information that is being witheld from us.The writers are trying their level best to give us some food to satisfy our curiosity but what they do not realise is that this is instead food for thought,and they are merely whetting our appetite. Appetizers are done with, we are hungry, we want the main course and we want it bad!!!
That's why they say:
Stay hungry,
Stay foolish....

1st February

2008-03-18T10:06:00.000Z

I wrote this little something 2-3yrs back for a very someone special..not till late was I ready to put it on my blog till somebody gave me the bright idea and once when I was ok wid the idea here goes nothing..1 simple request, please dont mock at me the next time you see me come around..:P

Its not what you said,
Its not what I did.
Its just life, that makes it so hard.
When I look around,
Love's everywhere to be found.
I think of us (if you let me call that),
I feel a void
Which I never knew could exist.

I thought of you,
and I felt loved.
I saw you
and I felt loved,
Through you I came to believe in love.
I tried not to think of you
And I felt lost.
In your voice,
do I understand the word "PEACE".
In your reactions
I realise how beautiful life is..

Only if you could reciprocate the love i felt,
life would have a path totally different.
I said I was attracted to you; but I never loved you,
but soon did I realise I'm head over heels for you!

It tears my heart away,
to think we might never head that way....

CHOCOLATE fantasy

2008-02-22T18:49:00.000Z

Ohk..I really hope that CCD(Cafe Coffee Day) doesn't sue me for using the name of a dessert that fetches them crazy bucks across the country & that to in an article which exactly isn't complementing the marvel fo their bakery..CALL US MAD MEN..m nt SPARTAN,m just another girl but with a whacky touch to the aforesaid.
All my life i have thought that when a person dies,doing absolutely anything with the corpse is a misuse of the limited resources of materials that we have on EARTH.(don't give up on my article yet,it bears significance to its title and you'll find it soon enough.)
Whether be it burying the body which includes the consumption of land pretty much, a plot that is signed off to that person as long as earth exists,though it has the positive emotional touch to the same that u can come back to that place and feel the connection,feel that the person is as close to you as they had always been.But on the other hand, with increasing population in today's world we cannot sacrifice such graves cause we need more space for the living than the dead.
Even when you cremate the corpse,you are using up fuel,fire,wood and many such other limited resources, and eventually ending in adding to the pollution which is anyway exponentially increasing.
So, in a crazy fit and outburst of ideas it hit me, when man dies if the person turns to chocolate then they can be consumed and further consumption of resources is put a stop to.
Now,when i came down to this mad idea,what didn't strike me is the finer gross details of my mad imagination which were very nicely briefed to me by my beloved friends.
When i said turn to chocolate,i meant chocolate bar..n not individual features like fingers,nails and veins turning to chocolate.
So in came BOY#1:"Just imagine..one day you try waking up your roomy,but she doesn't wake up..so you shake her by the hand,her hand breaks off into your hand and you realise she's dead..You are in deep shock,but her hand smells and looks so great,that you start munching on it".
not only did this gross me out but i SLAMMED the phone.
When I related the story to another friend what folllowed was his mad imaginnation.
Boy#2:"And yeah..her hand is all bluish-green and its turned chocolate mint,and you cant resist yourself..yummm!"
And, I did what I do best..SHREAK at the top of my voice.
What happened next was a never ending hypothesis of my theory,which much unwantedly turned into something which was way beyond my comprehension.
Now came in the further much undesired detailling of my theory.
"evry part of our body,should turn into a flavour of its own..be it your hair,nails,glands..etc.each will have its own taste and depending on the person's built and stature will it result in the kind of taste of the chocolate and the additives..like if one has long nails then it will turn to nuts in the chocolate..."
And the discussion was endless.......
A simple mad erratic theory and i had so many to comment,enlighten and improvise my own idea in front of my own eyes.Thank god! copyrighting existed in the world otherwise brilliant thinkers would've got a run for their money.

May be I am crazy about chocolates, but if I had ever realised in my wildest dreams that my fetish for chocolates is going to give rise to somtehing so outrageously awry, I would have put a stop to it, there and then.

BELIEVE YOU ME ! ! !

As TIME goes by.....

2008-02-21T20:03:00.000Z

A normal outdoingly boring class, sitting in which one's mind wanders off to finer details as to how could have one used it for better purposes or rather speaking in a more strict term utilize TIME.
'TIME', whose utility varies from person to person. For me it could be surfing and downloading the much wanted series, for some it might be diving head along into the much feared GRE wordlists or CAT studies, maybe looking up some study materials for the much unwanted arrival of midsems, it could be just about anything.
TIME is so important for everyone,for everything, the only thing which keeps the entire world in accord.According to which all the events in the world takes place or respect to which everything is taken care of.
In my adolescence, I'd come across a poem TIME by Lord Wordsworth which personified time as gypsies,who are constantly on the move not pausing for a moment and not for anything in the world. They move on whether somebody's dying or somebody's being born,they don't pause to rejoice,to make merry or to grieve. It goes on to say that you cannot bribe "time", you cannot make it stop, it moves on without taking a break or resting or getting tired.
As they say this is the blessing,THIS...is the curse.

Fate is maximally a sick joke

2008-02-20T16:08:00.000Z

Sometimes in life, you feel everything's perfect, perhaps way too perfect, something aiming for the properitary PERFECTION tag, then a turn of events and you realise "Perfection is a virtue, but expecting perfection is fooling oneself".
As Nickole Kidman had once said in some movie,"A truth that the entire world knows but somehow you have to be told,is that no one in this world has complete control".The recent events in my life showed how my life's peace heading towards the acme suddenly thought "this is getting too boring,lets change the route and head towards the abyss of stress"; turning me ever fatigued, strained and sleepy for eternity.
Scarlett said, "Tomorrow is another day"; but what if the tomorrow is holding something that is as decietful as a mirage,what if it only makes it look on the records that it changed for the better but in reality it took a very wrong turn; a turn which the driver of one's fate never knew led to doom, cause the road directions read "ETERNAL BLISS - 2 KMs.".
Sadly everyones life doesnt have a reverse gear,it doesnt even allow you to go back the same route to the starting point cause lifes a ONE WAY STREET.
You have to go along the jungle to reach to your starting point while facing snakes,tigers,boars and what not.Sacrificing not only one's own safety but also getting yourself bruised,suffering from water deprivation shock & other ailments which is only known to a traveller whose steps have gone haywire.
And, after all this eventually when you reach the starting point its not the same,it never is, maybe it wasn't even worth the pains.

AFTER ALL WHO KNOWS THESE DAYS.....

New Years : The Perfect Marketting Spoof

2008-02-05T18:37:00.000Z

1st January-NEW YEARS.Perhaps one of the biggest and most globally acclaimed event since ages or time unknown.
Folks have unknowingly given into the feel that since everyone's celebrating this one fine day why not all of us play along,fear that may be called "SPOIL SPORT".But how many of you have actually side-stepped and thought that,"why today? why this one fine day of all the 365 days? and why to make such a huge deal of something like this particular new day?"
Birthdays, anniversaries etc. calls for a celebration as you celebrate your triumph over this unfair world for yet! another year.
But,New Years...why????
If you keep to the logic that its the celebration of something new ,then similarly shoudn't we be celebrating New Month/week/day/hour/minute/second???
From my perspective I feel its perhaps the HUGEST marketting spoof to be ever pulled off..and that to fool proof..its like a globally spread virus and that too in a Windows Vista which is anyway(pardon my foul language)SCREWED ROYALLY! and maximum softwares and anti-viruses are not compatible in your system so you cant throw it out of your system even after knowing it exists and it keeps consuming more space with every passing moment!
Back to my point,you will be succumbed into this NEW YEARS MADNESS and before you know you'll find yourself dishing out bucks for buying something from a NEW YEARS SPECIAL DISCOUNT SALE,and you would be wanting to save yourself from being left with nothing to do at NEW YEARS EVE and you would dish out a lot of cash to be at some party which although surprisingly expensive, will turn out to be astonishingly disappointing!
Not only will the youngsters be raving mad with their ideas of spending their much saved pocket money on this HOLY DAY..but also will the elders be investing in the share and stock market in hopes that prices will shoot up/down and them winning lock,STOCK and two smoking barrels..part of which would probably be blown up at some social event to which they would be attending on THE NEW YEARS EVE.
Even after knowing all the side effects we subject ourselves to such sheer insanity after all:TO ERR IS TO HUMAN....

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

2008-01-12T16:35:00.000Z

It has been a very good year for me(2007). A year that has taught me to love and to hate, to forgive and to forget. The finer details about life, a year that actually helped me grow as a person. I guess in the heat of all this i forgot a MAJOR part of my life..my batchmates.maybe i overlooked them cause I knew that they are my friends and that they knew that sooner or later i'll come around.

Today was a BIG day..might seem like a very ordinary day to any B.I.T.-ian, a normal weekend hangout.Lunch at Hong-Kong (the finest restaurant in Ranchi), a cuppa at CCD, rushing off to Firayalal auto-stand as i was with someone of the opposite sex and who would not be allowed in the GIRLS BUS!...came back rushed off to sign followed by a LEGEN-wait for it-DARY! movie "The Namesake" and a dinner that consisted off the reminants of the restaurant.

But what no one sees is the B-E-A-utiful day that i had. I might as well call it the BONDING DAY!
I settled my differences with a batchmate with whom a series of misunderstandings and a lotta ill fate lead us to be at each others throats all the time, today was the day when we settled out our issues, smoothed the edges and we got a sense of relief cause i no longer have a person who caused me discomfort or maybe 1less person who caused me discomfort...sheer salvation!

It is today that i have realised that you can possibly be with anyone, hang out with anyone,but as they say "Home is where the heart is"..and today i understood the gravity of the same.I realise that your heart is with your batchmates, who make you feel completely at home and ease.
These are the folks who have known you from ground zero, before you became a SOMEBODY!!They are the ones who knew you before you made your stand and the world adored you for it, the ones who really didn't care about your appearance...and believe you me anyone hanging out with you during your "murgi" season are sure looking for inner beauty and are your TRUE friends.

They loved you for your mere existence, NO STRINGS ATTACHED!!!

Now thats what i call "UNCONDITIONAL LOVE!!"
Thank you my dear batchmates turned friends for being there in my life and making it MORE BEAUTIFUL.

Life:A rat race?!!!!

2008-01-06T17:15:00.000Z

so whats this rush all about?
whats the rush about getting top scores, wahts the rush abt being on top, excelling at the cost of each others blood, and a fight to the end.
whats the race against time,whats the rat race all about...what if i dont want the cheese at the end of the race?
then what???
then whose gonna cough up the expenses for me running insanely after the cheese for my entire life..
as they say ...the sad part about a rat race is that you still are a rat at the end of the race!
As Anton Chekhov quoted in"the bet"..dont remeber the exact words..buit what basically meant was that whats the point in living a life so outrageously and fighting like survival of the fittest!at the end of the day we are all going to die in a fashion no different from that of the rat living in the corner of our house.
but as one of my friend pointed out.."its all looser talk..make the best of things while you still can..just cause you cant improve the way its going to end doesnt mean you spoil whatever's left off it!"
and,for the first time as much as i hate to agree..he actually has a point and i concede defeat openly for the first time in my entire life! :P
so,lets all be optimistic and see the glass half full rather than the other way round!
AMEN

Long live RocK and RoLL!!!

ORACLE OF TRUTH

2007-11-21T16:28:00.000Z

CLAIM:This speech was delivered by the founder of Oracle to the graduates of Yale University on their convocation day.the following speech was delivered:

"Graduates of Yale University, I apologize if you have endured this type of prologue before, but I want you to do something for me. Please, take a good look around you. Look at the classmate on your left. Look at the classmate on your right. Now, consider this: five years from now, 10 years from now, even 30 thirty years from now, odds are the person on your left is going to be a loser. The person on your right, meanwhile, will also be a loser. And you, in the middle? What can you expect? Loser. Loserhood. Loser Cum Laude.
"In fact, as I look out before me today, I don't see a thousand hopes for a bright tomorrow. I don't see a thousand future leaders in a thousand industries. I see a thousand losers.
"You're upset. That's understandable. After all, how can I, Lawrence 'Larry' Ellison, college dropout, have the audacity to spout such heresy to the graduating class of one of the nation's most prestigious institutions? I'll tell you why. Because I, Lawrence "Larry" Ellison, second richest man on the planet, am a college dropout, and you are not.
"Because Bill Gates, richest man on the planet -- for now, anyway -- is a college dropout, and you are not.
"Because Paul Allen, the third richest man on the planet, dropped out of college, and you did not.
"And for good measure, because Michael Dell, No. 9 on the list and moving up fast, is a college dropout, and you, yet again, are not.
"Hmm... you're very upset. That's understandable. So let me stroke your egos for a moment by pointing out, quite sincerely, that your diplomas were not attained in vain. Most of you, I imagine, have spent four to five years here, and in many ways what you've learned and endured will serve you well in the years ahead. You've established good work habits. You've established a network of people that will help you down the road. And you've established what will be lifelong relationships with the word 'therapy.' All that of is good. For in truth, you will need that network. You will need those strong work habits. You will need that therapy.
"You will need them because you didn't drop out, and so you will never be among the richest people in the world. Oh sure, you may, perhaps, work your way up to No. 10 or No. 11, like Steve Ballmer. But then, I don't have to tell you who he really works for, do I? And for the record, he dropped out of grad school. Bit of a late bloomer.
"Finally, I realize that many of you, and hopefully by now most of you, are wondering, 'Is there anything I can do? Is there any hope for me at all?' Actually, no. It's too late. You've absorbed too much, think you know too much. You're not 19 anymore. You have a built-in cap, and I'm not referring to the mortar boards on your heads.
"Hmm... you're really very upset. That's understandable. So perhaps this would be a good time to bring up the silver lining. Not for you, Class of '00. You are a write-off, so I'll let you slink off to your pathetic $200,000-a-year jobs, where your checks will be signed by former classmates who dropped out two years ago.
"Instead, I want to give hope to any underclassmen here today. I say to you, and I can't stress this enough: leave. Pack your things and your ideas and don't come back. Drop out. Start up.
"For I can tell you that a cap and gown will keep you down just as suredly as these security guards dragging me off this stage are keeping me dow..."

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Status:In truth Ellison didn't give a speech at Yale University or any University for that matter of fact, it was just a piece of inventive thinking by Andrew Marlatt,a satire writer for the website SatireWire.

Live WeLL & Prosper!!!

REMEMBER NEPTUNE!!!

2007-10-04T14:41:00.000+01:00

Attatched following is the original letter that my dad sent me while he was sailing in his tanker HS-MEDEA.
" d/spcQ: there was a big fun today-equator crossing ceremony-for those who were passing the equator for the first time.3-guys were in-lined up. 2-deck cadets and one 5th engineer. The head of the crew(Bosun) was made the king Neptune, the king of the sea-with a crown, white beard and a white dress (bed sheets)-King Neptune and one other guy was made the queen-he wore a mini skirt).so these 3-guys had to kneel down in front of king neptune and ask permission to cross the equator-.King said off course u can but u have to go thru some punishments.1) their hair were shaved in the middle from front to back(that's the equator line),then they had to drink beer from there own shoes. Later on they were greased and eggs were smashed on them and they had to take a round to the forward. meanwhile one cadet behaved lousy so all of them had to do 'hamaguri' (a Bengali term used to describe crawling on the floor when your entire body is thrust on the floor) on the deck for a stretch, in the forward they had to rub their nose on the deck. Later on 3 of them standing right in front of the ship they had to be 1 after the other and enact the Titanic pose after coming back-they were hosed down. One of the guys 1/2moustache was shaved-off. He later on shaved the other part-he is for more punishment tomorrow. They have to be like this for next 7-days.After that they will be given a equator crossing certificate so that in future they can show that as a proof.
Love dad.
(Since i cant put up a picture here so the certificate that they got read as follows)
Let it be known to all ye world over that on this the twenty fifth February in the year of his highness year two thousand and seven, this certificate is issued by his royal highness the King Neptune. Lord & King of all under water territories & consoler of the current & tide of the entire world to
“CHAKO JOMON”
In appreciation of his valor in crossing the line that divides the northern hemisphere from the southern hemisphere.
After humbly prostrating himself & paying the necessary dues & respect to the mermaids of the sea & begging to be made a citizen of my oceanic empire, he is hereby bestowed upon with the title of a seaman capable of sailing the seven oceans & permitted freedom of movement in my entire domain without fear of being jettisoned as unwanted ballast.
Fine speed & delivered by Royal Highness King Neptune XXXII.

ROCK:MUSIC OR NOISE??!!!

2007-08-11T05:53:00.001+01:00

So there i was sitting in my endlessly boring class where time stood still and it seemed like the class got over at the end of eternity...anyway..There i was..sitting and having a conversation with a transfer case..we were having basic chit-chat..so she was telling me about her university(BIT,MUSCAT) and I was, about mine..We were exchanging basic information..likes and dislikes..she asked me,"so what kind of music do u listen to?"..I said,"Classic rock,is like my genre..live it , love it , cant live without it!"We shared a laugh or two about it..then she said,"No offense..but I really cant stand all that blaring and shouting at others and cursing the system for no good!"

It was then that it hit me..People don't like rock!!!like how can they not like it!!!

Then yet again it hit me..What they are confusing rock with is..punk!!! or maybe even alternative rock..Calling punk/alternative rock ,rock is..as bad as using rotten fruits for a fruit salad!

What does punk rock mean?A type of rock-'n'-roll, reaching its peak in the late 1970s and characterized by loud, insistent music and abusive or violent protest lyrics, and whose performers and followers are distinguished by extremes of dress and socially defiant behavior. (refer:www.dictionary.com)

What does alternative rock mean? It is a genre of rock music that was used to describe punk rock-inspired bands on independent record labels that did not fit into the mainstream genres of time.

What does Rock mean? Rock music is a form of popular music with a prominent vocal melody accompanied by guitar, drums, and bass.(reference:www.wikipedia.com)

So there we are straight in the face...Even Wikipedia agrees that rock is "vocal melody"..and mind u melody is the magic key to proving my point in this conversation.

So the next time when you hear a group with very bad vocals and loud acoustics, assure yourself; you are definitely not listening to ROCK!!

PEACE OUT!!

DC++ & Its Origin

2007-06-15T12:40:00.002+01:00

The two lettered word which marked the starting of a revolution at BIT.Let me explain how..

LAN was a dream for which all BIT-ians were waiting for months and years…such severe excruciating anticipation & then finally one day their prayers took shape. LAN started working. It was the mark of our sadness as LAN was intra-hostel, our grand dream of high-speed internet took a head along dive and viruses flooded our computer system.

Then came along TSR with the gift, the bane; something which gave LAN a whole new meaning. It became an integral part of our life and the reason why “Communication Point” cant run its business of CD library half as fluently anymore.

DC++ evolved BIT-ians about the way they used to lead their lives. Free exchange of thoughts between girls and guys started taking place thanks to the annonymous chats.

Anything that happens in BIT would be flooded with the conversations of the same. Photos, videos, views and motives would be shared extensively without fear of getting spotted by the authorities and/ anybody at all…

Online friends were just a part of the game. People with whom your wavelength matches, people from whom you know you’ll get a certain movie, folks with whom you love playing those multiplayers, discussing issues or maybe just talk about simply LIFE, UNIVERSE AND EVERYTHING!

Eventually DC++ became just another addiction in BIT,ranking more than smoking and available more freely than booze.LOL. Addiction cause you’ll log onto it any chance you get & you’ll download any crap that you had dreamt and wanted on your computer,while the virus invades your computer freely and extensively.Simply, cause you don’t want to switch on the firewall and Kaspersky cant be updated daily thanks to the sucky download speed.

But still DC++ = Developing the computer more and more…and it rocks like HELL!!

Log of a student : DREAM BIT v/s REALITY BIT

2007-06-15T12:40:00.001+01:00

NORMAL WORKING DAY:

DREAM BIT:

I woke up today at 5:30 a.m. My roomy was already getting ready for the volleyball match starting at 6:00 a.m.(read: friendly match).I went to the attached bath for freshening up. We reached SC at 5:55a.m.;greet team players and start off.We swapped team mates and started off.The match was exhausting but the end makes it all worth the effort.Came back at 8:00 a.m.Went in for a bath. Nothing feels better than a hot water shower after a long exhaustive match. Went down-stairs for breakfast-rose milk, milkshake, chocolate shake, juices, fruits with whipped cream, eggs, ham, chicken sausages, chicken salami, nuggets, full cream milk, cornflakes. Chocos, sandwiches..made it quite an effort to choose from such a wide array of dishes. Class begins at 9.40 am; reached class at 9.30 parked my scooty at the student's parking lot and went in for class. Mr. Rupert came in for class, all of us were anxiously waiting for the new topic he was about to discuss (we had done our little home study to understand the subject better).no sooner than did the class start than it got over; we never seemed to realize when time past u by owing to the heat of the discussion being held in the class. The topic was so interesting that we were pretty much sad by the fact that the class got over. Me and Archie we decided to do further study about the same. Archie had to go back early so he said he'll do his own little studying from the course e-book available on LAN(as are all library books).I went to the library, the server showed that the copies were available & gave me a 3-d view of the location of the book. The book was just perfect for it contained A-Z of the topic I wanted to study. Came back to the hostel, had lunch-dal, rice & masala okra (trust me...tasted just like home food).Was so fresh when i reached for lab in the second half..12:50 to 5:00 p.m. Its just so amazing the way they conduct the labs.5:00 p.m. -the usual guitar practising lessons. Prof.MUSIC was waiting for his "DISCIPLES" to arrive. He taught us the guitar from scratch. Though he comes from an eastern music background but still he understands and appreciates all form of music. We left him unwillingly at 6:30 pm. Went to the OC at 7:00pm; chilled out over a few games came back at 8:30...dinner nothing special but tasted good.10-12: sever serious study time. Mr. Rupert’s such an amazing teacher, makes the subject so clear & easy to understand. I'm blessed to be in such a good college.

REALITY BIT:

Could barely get up.Finally pushed myself off the bed at 7.45 a.m. Went for freshening up but there was a huge queue. Went for breakfast at 7.55 a.m.-same bread & eggs every freaking day of the week; ran with that in hand for class, as I was the only one running late. Reached class at 8.10 a.m., the prof gave me a good piece of his mind & warned me. One of my pals got caught giving proxy. I was sleeping through 2periods and somehow no one woke me up for the 2nd class’s attendance so missed it. As it is that class is so boring that I already have low attendance in it even though the semesters barely begun. So hope I don’t get a F*.5classes in a row. What a pain! Went to canteen to have lunch because today’s mess food totally sucks (dal, rice & masala Okra).I have barely any cash left as it’s the end of the month. Went to the library for searching a book…as usual...Library was out of copies...and what made it even more difficult hunting, was the fact that the server had crashed.So I didn’t get the book but...found the book I was searching for in my last hunt. Lab started at 12.50 pm to 5.00pm..Oh! dear god..how did I ever survive that..eventually,lab got over..No where else to hang out I ended up in the canteen (again!).Then soon it was 6:30(in-time)...came back. Signed (the proof of us being prisoners in our high-fenced jail during the night-fall).went for a bath at 6.30 pm, no hot water geysers dysfunctional. Logged on to DC++, chatted with a few on-LAN pals...downloaded a movie after solving the crossword, Dinner was like EEKS!!!..Sometimes it makes me think why do we need to eat at al?!! 11.30pm and I remembered I need to write a lab.DAMN!! 1.00am –finally finished and I can crash so that I can make myself fit for enduring the torture in complete senses.God,I cant wait to pass out of this hell-hole.

A FEST DAY

DREAM BIT:

Today was a very hectic day. Got up pretty late.8.00 a.m. being precise but well then again I couldn’t have helped it, could I? Went to sleep at 2 a.m. thanks to the practice & preparation for the fest “SPHINCTER’07” which is about to take place today. Esskay helped me out in the rhythm’s…Esskay was on the leads, The One on the bass, Neuromancer on drums, Vocals-lioness and fallen angel, threedangers on associate leads, DQ on synth. Kept my fingers crossed all day long. We were performing “The Clairvoyant”, “Motopsycho”, “Bittersweet Symphony”, and “Moroccan Sunset” .Moroccan Sunset was something that gave me butterflies in the stomach all day long. Classes were suspended for the entire day due to the fest. We were supposed to meet again at 10 a.m. around to discuss the final matters of the fest. Everything was ready – The ground was cleared, the setting up of the stage was complete, the Bose speakers had been installed. The fest started rolling at 6 p.m. For sound check we had DJ-MC doing the honors. The crowd danced and swayed to their full to the tracks of Mojo, Mylo, Chemical Bros., Prodigy etc. Music show started at 8 p.m. The fresher band “Broken Arrow”, next up was “Jigsaw”, then it was us, “Purged”… The moment had arrived ...and we showed them well what had been cooking in the music studio for so long. The performance was a success. We could see the crowd raving mad. Next up was “TORSION”, the best band in BIT…What can I say about their performance apart from the fact that my shoulders are still aching from the extensive head-banging Up next were the dance performances. AMAZING!!! Hellishly scintillating steps and well chosen tracks. “Purged” in order to celebrate our grand success visited UNDERGROUND. Entered the hostel at 2.00 a.m. The show was a success, the day was a success. A day well spent. Now I can barely keep my eyes open, mostly because the voice at the back of my head is creating havoc asking me to go and crash. Anyway, all’s well that ends well.

REALITY BIT:

Today was “SPHINCTER’07”.What a waste!!! Had first 2 classes, as in till 9:40 a.m. Then the fest started at 11 a.m. under the scorching sun. Sound checks were so painful to bear and what made it worse was the fact that the sound was cracking. The music show started… what a relief!!! Jigsaw, TORSION etc. bands performance made the day bearable. Then followed the dances-not that they were not nice...but same tracks, same steps, same dancers… Soon in-time kicked in. We were ushered back to the central country prison. Some DC++ing to discuss the events of the day followed by the completion of the journal & now its time to crash. Let’s see what excitement tomorrow beholds for us!

The Usual

2007-06-15T12:37:00.000+01:00

Background of the story: A BIT girl in love with a BIT guy, whom she was initially friends with and as all other girls was trying to play the cupid, as in set him up with either of two of her friends whom he liked simultaneously(what a despo!!).So basically the point here is that she is too much in love with him, and she just wants to confess(or if u ask me..wash her hands of the fact!)

Hey Archie,
Maybe you already know what this is about it doesn’t matter to me anymore, cause this is more like a confession. All these days of 4th semester shall be cherished by me for the rest of my life (at least I think so!); cause 95% of the time has been spent with you. In the due course of time spent with you I came to know the wonderful person you are. You are & were a true friend to me; always realizing & understanding my ups & downs in life. I had wanted to give you back the same kind of emotional attachment that you had put into. I had tried (really!) to help you out with your so called “endeavours”. I don’t know when I started feeling for you so deeply. I presume it was sometime during mid-sem. I still remember the day when you had entered the canteen, looking all drained out; & I thought “I love Archie.” You were very disappointed as some hostel mate had expired. You were so sad and depressed. I & only I know how difficult it was on my part to control myself from soothing out all the pain that was in you. But somehow that day in the later half I thought, “Maybe it’s just an infatuation.”, and so I refrained myself from thinking the way I wanted to, at least I tried to. But soon enough I had again developed feelings for you. How many times have I considered & re-considered about confessing my feelings for you. But, decided against it. I had tried to kill this crush and moved on, like all other uncontrollable crushes of mine; but realized this isn’t just “another uncontrollable crush”.

I had decided sometime prior end-sem to stop thinking about you as I thought am wasting my time. But then you sent me the sweetest SMS I could have ever received & I thought to myself: “Living might mean taking chances but they are worth taking,
Loving might be a mistake but its worth making,
Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to selling out re-consider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
& when you get a chance to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance.. I hope you dance.”

So this is exactly what I am trying to do, “dance”. Although I don’t want you to be my first crush, don’t get me wrong. I’ll explain. I believe in palmistry & well as I had told you, I have two affairs. So I want you to be the 2nd one, the one I am with till eternity. But I also do believe in... WHERE THERE’S A WILL THERE’S A WAY So we can change fate if we want to… This isn’t a proposal letter, it’s a confession letter, the kind you make to a FATHER in a church (not euro-trip kind of church! lol). So I don’t need an answer for this; it’s just as I had always told you my feelings this is also a similar one.tc!

Love you always,
Betty.

IN MEMORY OF BHAGAT SINGH

2007-06-15T12:36:00.000+01:00

(No offense whatsoever meant to anybody and has nothing in any respect to do with Bhagat Singh).

So well as always this adventure of mine also took place during end-sem, precisely speaking IInd semester. There I was sitting in Puja’s room with the huge set of never-ending solution of Data Structures in C++ of which I didn’t not get jack and was simply mugging it up like everyone around me. It was past 6:10 pm and I had ran out of excuses of delaying my studies till a later time...so there I was with my entire body repelling against everything of my task at hand!

[Enter Rhea Sinha with the perfect answer to my prayers.]

A very sad face and the words “there’s a lizard in my room” is a all the inspiration I needed..Off I went to drive the lizard out of her room, the only source of distraction and I was more than ready to simply pounce at it, with all the enthusiasm in the world...

I saw the lizard quietly sitting in one corner…barely 5 cm and yet capable of scaring a female taller than 5’…so then started yet another erratic endeavor of mine.

I got hold of polythene and tried to catch hold of it. Seems damn easy right? Well, whoever said nothing is what it seems had no clue how great his words were...neither did I till that day…

Well let’s see how do I explain this…When u try to hold a lizard it runs (obviously) and its got a squishy wriggly skin..so when you can feel its skin it send an eewrie sensation that makes you shriek and jump in exactly the opposite direction like nothing ever before.

So there I was pulling Rhea’s room apart and trying to catch the lizard...I made enough noise to fetch my pals for help...soon I was no longer the only one creating havoc in Rhea’s room…Neelakshi and Yangchen were there to help me out or maybe simply to do anything other than study…

So there we were…all three of us shrieking at one poor lizard...who could never possibly do anything to us even if it wanted to…soon Yangchen was hit by a brilliant idea of sweeping it off with a broom on to one of Rhea’s birthday cards (which Rhea never touched again and was eventually disposed off) and into her dustbin which was later vacated in Neelakshi’s cardboard box, and was supposed to be Neelakshi’s new pet. As all pets require a name so did this and had to be named by none other than their owner.

Before I let you on to its nick I’ll let you know a bit about what happened to it..first few hours it was in the cardboard box, its caring owner made me kill mosquitoes for its food…then it jumps out of it…in terms if Neelakshi it fought for its freedom…off it went and made a hideout in Neelakshi’s base of the closet and sought shelter in her ZONASA bag…finally when it started to get the vibe of Neelakshi planning to eat it (i.e. when it was growing lean due to not eating anything)the poor thing fled for its life..

So a lizard with an unquenchable thirst for freedom hence it was named BHAGAT SINGH…

Now when I look back it was sheer madness…
but it was fun…

[P.S.: Rhea got the dustbin cleaned by a maid twice before letting it enter her room.]

common crap@BIT

2007-01-27T15:35:00.000Z

Gumbo puss(chk only d initials).."i finally arrived from my tour tomorrow.it was so tirin.m leavin tomoro so plz come n meet me day after."

chuddi sir-gave a student "d"in pt and games now d poor guy has to come back in summers n run around the sports complex.

workshop-a fellow fren gt a back in workshop cuz he didnt attend a single class of workshop.

physics-I prof-he threw out a friend of mine who was talkin to a female classmate.he said"get out of the class..you&d=the girl after you."

organic chemistry prof-"if you not d gets den d demands!!"

Shadow the expedition

2006-12-06T14:12:00.000Z

well it was just end sem time..the time wen everyone loses their head n conscience..it was a very similar day..well i was just chillin outside hostel takin a walk wid d usual group..then came DD(more commonly known as anupriya) she said"come to my room..FAST!!"well that was the 1st time in my life i complied to someone with no questions asked maximally as my senses n energy was numbed wid my trials of getting some studies done..all in vain..now back to the point,i went running2her room..n i found smin wriggling infront of her room on d grass...to me it seemed lik a dream come true..i couldnt believe my eyes..IT WAS A DOG!!!pup more precisely &bitch most precisely..anu her founder named it shadow owin to her triand coloured fur..sm archi girl commented "shadow is the 11th bitch of archi"..we were overjoyed wid d idea of keeping her..we got out puja's comp box alternated cloth and paper to make a nic insulator..smin to keep him safe from the bitter cold..we asked for purva'dis milk powder gt my water heater..heated milk n fed it2her..den next ws d prob of d neighbourin rooms ppl complainning especially d much infamous omlette lady n her sidekick..shadow answered her natures call in d front lawn..then went to slp pretty nicely..next ws a sunday archis had a cricket match so she ws my responsibility..fed her all day kept her quite so as to nt attract attention..then when they came back thye came with the sad news that shadows mom is looming outside the hostel..one of us sed her mom wont take her back but we still tried..we took shadow to her mom n she licked her clean top to bottom..we realised she was better off with her mom as neither ws shadow ready to part nor was her mom..we realised sinc she ws in d campus we cud often see her and still giv her treats and peks n cuddle her..so now though shadows gone we have the lifelong experience of keeping a dog in d hostel lotta pics and another reason to escape from end sem studies..