BIG RIP-OFF BAZAAR

For the record, the record has been smashed. this is my 4th post today bettering rhea's 3 day-before. Match that, somebody. MUAAAh!

Today, I happened to be in East-something-mall in Vaishali, somewhere near Ghaziabad (don’t ask how) which contained Big Bazaar- “issey sasta aur achcha aur kahin nahin milega”. Well, they lived up to that, that’s for sure.

Most of their stuff was CHEAP. But, sadly I for one will never ever go there if possible. The quality of the stuff there was- eeyech! Pitiable, in fact!

Accessories, gifts, sports goods, clothes (though they were somewhat decent) were all third rank.

The tested brands of food and drink was available at a price a few rupees less, just goes to show the amount of profit the multi-nationals actually make out of us.

Gifts- a dolphin, a tray: first sight they looked passable, on a closer look- the finish was terrible, shape was distorted, defects galore were there to see for the eyes of all.

They had music and VCDs as well which again weren’t exactly very affordable

Clothes are buyable, particularly t-shirts, but not for fussies.

Girls might like to go there simply for the range of make-up they had- yes, I noticed that too. Trusted stuff like Revlon, Elle was available.

I saw a couple of nice caps- 79 bucks.

My opinion: Just a whole bunch of roadside shops, put under one roof, not necessarily the best place to waste your money, and gosh! It’s far.

Baloney Entertainment Television

It’s the classic case of excesses. It’s what we do best, take it to the very extreme and beyond.

If you haven’t already guessed- STOP you shouldn’t be reading blogs, you should be in a mental health clinic. Sigh...... read on.

Bhindian Idol, a much hyped, much publicized show went on air 5 months back with a great deal of razzmatazz and glow attached to it. It was of course a copied version of Amrican Idol, a great success. Alright, reality shows aren’t bad and the first few rounds were quite alright, thanks to the popularity of Monu Chingam and the weirdos that we used to see, I can still laugh on them. (Fast forward) audience votes, drama, aman verma and mini mathur screaming out- platinum disc, 1 crore contract aur ek car bhiiiiiiiiiiii, wasting many a half hour shows to announce the coveted Indian Idol- Kabhijeet Shawant. Fantastic choice, the lad’s a good singer, charming personality and all. His album was a hit, he’s getting movie songs, shows, concerts, the works of it. But, strangely neither the country, nor Baloney Entertainment Television seem to get enough of the Final 11. Suddenly, we’re finding out that they’ve become popular, their colony-wallahs love them, well d-uuh!! Strangely though, each and every one of them has bought a new flat in amchi Mumbai and a car and a cellphone and blah blah. We’re subjected to concerts which figure not just these fellas, but the entire cast of all the serials you can muster on the channel.

Which brings me to another topic altogether. No one, I repeat not one soul is willing to step up and say- Step aside Ektaa Kapoor. A lot of us, by choice or by majboori are watching her works, namely soaps- sad, tragic monotonies of some joke of a person- not even close to reality. It’s not that I have something against her, I even admire some of her work, but puhhleez, there is a limit to obsession with rona- dhona, and deaths and apparent shocks AND ‘K’s- all her serials start with K.

The characters and the storyline is ethereal, overly dramatic, especially the background music. Somebody tell her- shift over to comedy or horror, just chuck soaps, there’s enough of them on-air and if in case you run out of shots, you can always show re-runs, everybody’ll still watch it.

We need a quality check, and HOW?

The only good thing on telly left is sports, and don’t even think about cricket, that’s become quite SAD.
today, i am also indulging myself in excesses. Inspired by rhea- 3 posts in one day, i solemnly decided right now to top her- so here goes, this is my third post of the day (read. night) and there's one more coming up.

You do it too

Total books I own: I think it must be around 40 - 50 or so, that’s not counting my dad’s collection which includes some very weird books. I prefer borrowing from libraries.

Last book I bought: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Last book I read: The Godfather by Mario Puzo, I know I’m a little late on it, but what the heck.

Five books that mean a lot to me:

Foundation Series by Isaac Asimov- It’s a brilliant projection of the future of our Galaxy, complete with explanations about most things, rules of society, problems et al, (sociology’s the word) very believable account of the times to come.

The Godfather- Mario Puzo: I liked the story, though the style of writing was quite pathetic, the book veered from one time frame to another. There was never a continuous flow of the story. It would be good if all of us learn a lesson or two from Don Corleone.

The Lord of the Rings J.R.R. Tolkien- the bestest piece of fiction ever. Tolkien has played the role of creator and operator with more than a human share of ingenuity.

P.G. Wodehouse : His books or I should say this man has taught me what a confubbled place this world is or can be. Coupled with a speech of Steve Jobs, he’s shown me LIGHT.

Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: Humour at its best by Douglas Adams. The concept of lunch, dinner at the End of the universe, and of course the answer to the ultimate question- 42. the best thing however about the book was God’s final message to his creation- “” sorry for the inconvenience””

I pick Rachita, Kanika, Rhea, Radhika, Gudi, Dhruv, Aditi and Anahita to put up their list of books.

The Good, the bad and the Ugly

I’m talking here about “petite anonce” or should I say blurb as did Gelett Burgess.

Okay okay, put those daggers down- advertisements.

GOOD

Array dhut! Ee to hamara purana bursat hai- that guy in white is just too good.

Tata Indica, I think I’m going to buy one for that ad- DHISHUUUM

COLA WARS- who can forget- jhaadi ke peeche, do the dew

Note: I DO NOT like that Green Ply ad with chhote sardar.

BAD

Vicco toothpaste with general laung and god knows what all

Hero Honda- sarva shakti sarva suvidha not only is that tune pathetic the ad is wayyyyyyyyy too long.

Ugly

Itch guard- yech! Need I say more?

Yusss, mera best friend Friendly Wash- rather sickly it was!!

Now, i know there's a lot of miscellaneous crap which i haven't had the heart to mention.

The unofficial guide to ethical adulthood

Part 1

Understand when you have to SHUT UP!

Don’t ever say- “”kitna bada ho gaya……. Blah blah blah!!””

Either keep up with the times or respect the changing generation.

NO LECTURES. Learn to get your point across in a subtle way. Otherwise everything which you don’t want will happen.

Don’t keep saying- don’t argue. You’ll get a punch on the nose someday.

Fine, money is hard earned, but if you don’t spend it, then what you gonna do- shove it “you-know-where”!

It’s not a crime if you learn something new from a small kid.

Pah! Adults they never seem to learn. But one thing is for sure- I shall follow these to the letter. All agreeable say HUBBA HUBBA JUBBA

It might just happen

both of these links are a peek into the possible future of computing and
 its power.Maybe it's a boon, maybe it's a curse. Only we can decide.

HOLY( I ) ME 

Bah and mwahahaha

The winds were a’ changing. It was in the air. Everybody growing up, everybody getting different. I wrote poetry, I was enjoying peace!!!

Now is the time. I AM BACK!

Loud, brash, fighting with my sister, getting angry at mom, turning my nose up at poetry, ahhhh feels so good.

Everything was getting too serious, so I propose going off serious stuff, at least for now and unanimously pass the resolution, coz I’m the only one here.

Explore with your mind!

When we pray to God, remember (err…) Him, why do we LOOK UP?

Curse, thank, solve, and cry, the eyes go up, as does the head. Why can’t we just block off all else, just think, RELAXEDLY concentrate on him?

Well, with the questions, I reached an answer or two also.

All of us, every single person, even those who appear carefree, cool have placed “weight” on themselves. Not some obvious lump of extraneous crap, rather a covert yet deeper- Feel-able weight on our minds. Everything because of the artificial world created around us. The whole lot- buildings, cars, language, study, materials, concrete et al, in short, our very hectic life. Mankind is always wrapped up in its conundrums; problems which seem in-place then, weirdly out of context now. In fact, any problem or controversy comes and goes, making us a better, ‘wiser’ person, and we take it in our stride, slowly but surely recovering. Same holds true for happy, jovial moments. And we have come to accept that, anoint is as the “way of the world”. Only when we ponder, we realize- Life is passing me by: events, things; just God (“points up, slaps hand down, closes eyes and thinks of Him”) remains constant. Strange and unfathomable but somehow possible. None of us can imagine this, nor do I claim to. Hence, God is unknown (“sudden flashback”), much like the sky, the Space beyond it. We are still only beginning to appreciate these two things. So, for our problems, tragic moments, we seek help, look for Heaven, a place “above” this earth. When explanation fails us, we demean it as incomprehensible, look up and say- “yeh sab uparwale ki maya hai” (All the magic of GOD”).

Sadly or fortunately (I can’t decide) we can’t change the way things are, otherwise we would have no life- no friends, no enemies, no computers, no blogs to read and comment on (“wink, wink”), nothing to scratch our head about. Our minds run only on CHAOS. No confusion, no fun, no living. So, we are fine- LET THE SHOW GO ON!!!

POETRY????? I hope not

I’m not a man of poems,

Yet here I am writing some;

Not my thing, not my fun

Rhyming’s not my best gun.

Off to Ramgarh I go,

The land of hills and snow

My grandparents I shall meet

And take in the surrounding peace.

Fruits and walks,

Fresh air galore

The birds will chatter,

The wind will snore.

A test is in store for me

On Sunday the 19^th

‘Study’ will be my mantra,

to do well in FIIT JEE

Fear not, good friends i leave on Sunday. I shall still bore you with a post or two.
Mwahahaha!!!

FI FI FO FUM

Fine I got a good (err make that ‘sexy’) percentage in my boards, BUT puhlease, that’s supposed to invite rewards not suffering.

Venue: A ‘shaadi’ or some weird family function which us Indians always love to hold. First, the expected clichés, for which I had come prepared for were thrown at me- You’re looking so mature- just like PAPA! (not bada ho gaya hai- dat stopped a year ago) you do recognize me naa beta (stupid adult laugh and BLECH! Slobbery kiss). I somehow survived, mumbling something.

Next up, HOooooooo beta, tumne to kamal hi kar diya. I say thank you. 96.4%, Kya baat hai!!! A polite smile. Everybody is soooo proud (for crying out loud, thank you). This is soooo good!! (well I’ll be damned) I manage to squeal a thank you, gritting my teeth. The end Is nowhere in sight. Tumne to hamari family ka naam uncha kar diya(utha le bhagwaan!!) Fantastic beta, your……. (Here, I break off, smiling all the time, mumbling pleasantries- not catching the rest) Suddenly, a huge bear hug is all around me (entirely welcome, u’ll see) and eeyech! Another slobbery kiss (not welcome).

Now, surely you haven’t forgotten this was ONE person. There’s an entire battalion of ‘em yearning to eke out my soul. The ignominy shall go on. Smile, continue to take the endless charade of questions. Can anybody suggest what one can do other than smile and say thank you (wisecracks are welcome- I could use a laugh or too).

I know a lot of people will be saying- “what a family! Sheeh! And ughhh!” so read on.

I have heard of some people who have fights inside their family, some gale-shikve.

And I’m very surprised that my family doesn’t. My granddad had 13 brothers and sisters and goodness knows how many cousins that meant for my dad- but I tell you I have not come across any family as nice as mine. None from here will think twice if you ask for their help. We all care for each other and we like to show it whenever possible. So the hug I spoke of earlier was so warm and affectionate that instantly, I could feel nothing but happiness (jaadu ki Jhappi isn’t fiction). When I sit and listen to my grandmother about old times (don’t you?), many times I hear- your granddad did this for this one, he did that for that one and I’m just amazed- the love just goes beyond all expectation and its not reserved. By the way, he’s not the only one. Like I said the large plethora of Rastogis and other relatives are all the greatest, genuinely caring (you can easily make out) beings to descend on the face of the earth. someday, i'll become that too. I LOVE BEING A RASTOGI. Screw the Littles’ and the Flintstones’, WHO DA FAMILY!!!

Memories!

Pictures, stories and many more
Go listen to the tales untold,
a thrill will spread all over you,
and slowly the memories shall unfold

Let go

TO THE WORLD……….


The wee branches of Chemistry- molarity, molality, i can understand. What I have failed to comprehend, after long hours thinking about, it is the seemingly gargantuan, yet ridiculously molested concept of Morality.
How exactly do we define morality? It is supposed to be – “in accord with certain standards.” Let us consider- Morality is said to have been assaulted due to Speech, Sex or Sobriety (rather, the lack of it). Yet, it is true to say that these ‘standards’ or guidelines vary for different people. If I am loud and exuberant in a public place- another person might denounce me as a menace to ‘society’. If I see a good-looking girl and my eyeballs scamper across to the other side to get a second glimpse- I’m an immoral beast.

I’m sorry for all the threads I’ve pulled, all the lies of told, all the treachery I’ve committed- but haven’t you too? Isn’t that how everything works. I realize- you have a responsibility, you wish to make it easier for me. I realize there is a need for some order in this chaotic entity that is the world- for rules, for society. But please, LET GO! Just give me a nudge, tell me a path, be my friend and do it with subtlety. I WILL learn how to live, and that WILL be my way, not a Xerox of some other life. Why else are we all unique?
CHAK DE PHATTE!!

Badlav!

I'm not Mr. Narayan Shankar of "mohabbatein" fame. Nor do i have a stringent schedule or pattern to follow in my lifetime, to the best of my knowledge. I am a free bird, errr boy!!
Change is permanent. So, it is instituting itself at my blog too.
Now, get ready to strangle me.
I have written all this only to tell you that i am planning to change my template.
So, a new look is in order.
CHOW!

EEEEEEYUSSSSSSSSS!!

There's no day like yesterday and today.(in saddi life that is)
That's Punjabi for the less acquainted souls. You shall find many sporadic blabberoonies in the language of the Punjus. It's a jolly ol' language and i'm in a jolly gud mood.
Yesterday- Badminton, not-bad-at-all FIIT JEE class and an even more awesome treat dinner.
India Habitat Centre- Radhu bansi shelling out cash for us hungry monsters. Congratulations party. Yum food- Eatopia, yummier sweet dish. Thank you very much. And the car broke down, taking us 15 mins and 5 people pushing to start it. end result: A helluva lot of masti and reaching home at 11:30. HAHA
Today, assi apni studies noo actually enjoy karda paiya. and badminton- i think that's spelt as M-A-S-T-I. somehow my game was just too good. Running around, smashes, drops, service- with the occasional boo-boo of course. I is comes back and still managing to study after a little football.
I could sing, but i happen to have an ounce of respect for my neighbours' ears, bless the lil' souls.

Pray, my preys,
enlighten us all
what is the thing written below this garble
seemingly nice, yet somehow foul.

Theg Eeks Hal Lin Her Itt Hee Arth

this is english, you know