Thursday 18 December 2008

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

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. My entire family, including  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 do 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 would 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. 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 homemade 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 still be singing along with the carols and be so darned happy about it.

We (the kids)  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 positively remember the 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, Cherry, 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..!

Friday 31 October 2008

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

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.
"I can't have enough of friends..20 years from now and I'll still be watching 'FRIENDS' ".

Wednesday 29 October 2008

All I could do is write about it

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"...

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"...

Saturday 20 September 2008

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

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...!!!!

Sunday 10 August 2008

Dying One by One

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!!!!!"

Wednesday 23 July 2008

1 sq. ft

"..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!"

Saturday 19 July 2008

HAPPY B'DAY "DD"

"...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...!

Tuesday 8 July 2008

Rs. 10/ hour

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!!!

Wednesday 4 June 2008

Wrongs of a society

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!"

Monday 19 May 2008

Solution to life or is it?

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???

Saturday 10 May 2008

SLOWLY SINKING IN..!

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.!!!

Wednesday 7 May 2008

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

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...!

Sunday 6 April 2008

Nauseating Nostalgia

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.

Wednesday 2 April 2008

YOU'VE GOT TAGED!!!!

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).

Wednesday 26 March 2008

GIRL POWER!!! pART ii

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

Tuesday 25 March 2008

HOW DO PARALLEL MINDS WORK!!!!!

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!

Saturday 22 March 2008

LOOK BEYOND!!!!!

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!!!!"

Thursday 20 March 2008

GIRL POWER

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.

Wednesday 19 March 2008

Do you still "REMEMBER NEPTUNE"

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)

Tuesday 18 March 2008

Future:Here We Come!!!!

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

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....

Saturday 23 February 2008

CHOCOLATE fantasy

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 ! ! !

Friday 22 February 2008

As TIME goes by.....

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.

Wednesday 20 February 2008

Fate is maximally a sick joke

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.....

Wednesday 6 February 2008

New Years : The Perfect Marketting Spoof

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....

Sunday 6 January 2008

Life:A rat race?!!!!

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!!!