Ramble Ramble!!

My life be like..

2007-08-02T21:48:00.000+05:30

Now, is the time in my life, when I’m in college, I’m responsible for myself, one step closer to being an adult, and I want to do something with myself. Just the intent is probably not good enough without any information. On getting information I have to do some cost-benefit analysis. While doing that, I can show off any skills that I might have and, very wisely, sneak in terms that I’ve just learnt.

So, intent and information in hand, I had to choose what would help me develop, look good on a resume, and not interfere with academic ambitions of brilliance; in short, the perfect pie. I figured that my perfect pie would be arguing, or as civilized people call it- debating, criticize others and show brilliance of my own- which could be called editing, and eating (I like to say hogging, though). Needless to say, the college and the University provide necessary resources for all three. Having identified these facts, I acquainted myself with people involved in these and found out how to be a part of it all.

The Debating Society (DEBSOC) turned out to be very exciting, and lived up to my expectations. I was overjoyed to know about the new formats, the differing style required in the old format and the logical coherence and comprehensiveness of the entire jing-bang. I was quick to audition, and get selected. Of course, I choose to overlook the fact that every interested person gets selected. Yet, I like to believe that I can do a good job, if I go and practice for the debate for which I’m going tomorrow.

Moving on to editing and the editorial board; my first concern about it was- “I hope it’s not the editorial bored”. I didn’t have to worry, as became clear by the members or the board and by the magazine. The only complaint I have about the selection process is that we have to write an article on “anything” as the first stage. What is one supposed to make of “anything”? It would be so much easier if there was a fixed topic, I would research on it, I would have something to present, a mission of clarity and of good presentation. Alas, I have to rack my brains and present something which I can only hope meets expectations, be it in sincerity, verbosity or hilarity. Then, I might make it to the next stage.

Then comes the matter of eating; thankfully, north campus provides a plethora of choices to satiate my ‘tanki’. There’re innumerable places such as D-school, with its chai samosa, Khalsa, with its biryani, Chachaji’s chhole bathure, momos point, the evergreen banta, Tom Uncle’s, with famous maggi, the Stephen’s “café” and those which I haven’t visited too.

The Hansraj canteen gets its fair share of business too. After all, ravenous kids, forced to get up early and rush to college or the generally hungry types need their convenient nutrition. The downside to it is the hole in my pocket, inspite of the good pricing, and some supposed extra weight which miraculously, only my sister seems to observe.

Having said all that, academics shouldn’t be locked up in a tiny box and thrown away. We’re blessed with good teachers and Delhi University curriculum and I intend to take advantage of that.

I have a feeling I’m going to have a heck of a time for 3 years.

College jaata hua bachha!

2007-07-19T19:44:00.000+05:30

"beta, engineering kar rahe ho? shaaabash shaaabash" and "economics? chalo achha hi hai"
It's quite amusing how different the tones of the two sentences are. But, for a science student, who undergoes the two-year grind(more so than commercies), with an MBA in mind, an engineering degree is a brilliant option.
However, interest or lack of interest supercedes the comparison of the courses. Plus, economics is no poppycock course.
*end defensive justification*
16 July 2007. The day Delhi University reopened for the new academic session. The day, I went to Hansraj College to start my under-graduation in economics, an honours course, needless to say.
The tender minds of fuchhas/freshers stepped into a new world, one entirely different from school. This world is more independent, it's further away from home, it gives more freedom. In short, the perfect recipe for academic disaster and overloading fun-o-meters(not that i'm complaining about it).
What with the whole bruhaha about ragging, and college life, I didn't know what to expect. And judging by the looks on their faces, neither did the other 30 odd people in my class. Everyone was decked up in good clothes, new red tshirt for yours truly; everyone had a register(snigger), everyone came to the alloted classroom.
AND THEN, we met our seniors..
I enjoyed it. Here were people, who'd been in the college for a year, who were friendly to us, willing to help, willing to chat, good looking, and eager to rag. and i am NOT maaroing maska. none of them even read this.
Ragging. they made ME sing, TWICE! the second time, someone was dancing to it. then i had to dance too. and swim in the air, and maaro thumkas, and a whole group of us had to write "I LOVE ECO" with our asses, in the air. It was in good spirit. The seniors and the freshers all had a good laugh. Believe me, nothing like laughter to break the ice. So now, we're friends with the seniors, who still like to ambush us at times. Have to be smart enough to slink away.

Oh studies. that's what college is for, right? Definitely not the first week.
we've just about met all our teachers now. wait, almost all our teachers. Plus, we've heard a lot about them, hehe.
Maybe, next week if we start studying, there'll be more to it.
The canteen is darn good. Fresh mausami or pineapple juice, dosa, maggi, chhola bathura, a WAITER!! also, any tiffins are always welcome.
The socializing bit is picking up pace now. Group formations are starting to take place and i shall dedicate a whole post to my group, tho they aren't into blogging. With that comes the roaming around, and the looking around, and the going to places, and the hanging around, and the sleeping in class, and eating and a whole lot of stuff.

I think I'm going to enjoy college..

Tagged

2007-06-23T09:18:00.000+05:30

I’m very bored. The ‘tag’ is a decent one, okay a nice one. Ten things I love. Easiest answer would probably be a list of Hollywood actresses (:P) but I will make some other list.

1) People- This obviously includes good looking gals. However, it’s not limited to that. It also has my friends, those who are not my friends, just generally nice people. Don’t get me wrong, humanity isn’t in the best state it ever was. But it exists only because of us. Hence, the choice.

2) Politics: The current affairs type and the one that goes on daily. It’s pretty shocking, the kind of things that people tend to do.

3) School (DPS RK Puram): I’ve spent 14 years there, had tonnes of fun, ups and downs, success and failure. And I’ve come out smiling. Thank god, otherwise it’d have been living hell.

4) Lord of The Rings, Godfather, Harry Potter, Isaac Asimov

5) Thinking: Damn it, I like to just sit and think. It’s why my mind is overflowing with a lot of crap, and a few useful bits thrown in.

6) Cell phone, Internet, TV, movies: It’s how I spend my day.

7) Football: best game ever

8) MUSIC: a list of artists and songs would be too long too put up here.

9) Reading and writing: though my fondness has diminished over the past year, these are still 2 of my favourite things to do.

10) Myself: yes, I do err ‘love’ myself. I’m not suchh a bad ‘un. :)

Inflict this ‘tag’ upon more unfortunate souls? Rinku tinku munna and pappu, I tag you; Whoever you are.

Tanha tanha dil apna...

2007-06-19T08:28:00.000+05:30

Dil hai parvat jaise bhaari

Raatein ojhal ojhal saari

Tu yeh sochta hai raah kaise aasaan ho

(music)

Saari anjaani hai raahein

Jinme dhoonde teri nigaahen

Koi aisa pal jo aaj ya kal meharbaan ho

Ghoome kab sey dagar dagar

Tu mann ko yeh samjhaave

Raahi ka toh kaam hai chalta hi jaave,

Saaiyan ve, saaiyan ve

Saaiyan saaiyan saaiyan ve…

The song is brilliant; the lyrics, even more so. I cannot, put into words how close this above stanza is to my situation right now. I have two choices, each good in its own regard, Each with its supporters, each with its deriders, each taking my life on a separate path, each unique with different implications. My choice is not to be overwhelmed by the importance of the choice. And believe you me, that’s something a lot of people need to do.

It’s not about distance, it’s not about money, it’s not about defying parents, it’s not about taking a decision and sticking to it, it’s not about going with or against anyone; it’s not about your standing amongst your peers. It’s all about thinking and realizing what YOU really want. It is you who has to live your entire life; you can’t hire a contractor to do that. You can take any amount of advice, from any amount of people. It doesn’t change the fact that it’s your decision to make.

Steve Jobs can help put it better. As you live your life, and look back on it, don’t regret your decisions, make sure you look back and connect the dots. Everything happened because it had to, and it had some role in connecting the dots. Stay hungry, Stay fresh.

My choice is made. Best of Luck for yours and think for yourself.

PS- the title is a line of the song "khamosh raat, sehmi hawa" by A.R. Rehman from the movie Thakshak

schmuck, ass, fool, nerd etc

2007-06-17T10:16:00.001+05:30

yours truly has been the receiver of such brickbats for what has now been 1,2,3..(ok i dunt know so much counting) months.. And then came this post, which you can safely presume is going to be utter crap. With it, there are no promises of more, and yawwnnn i'm beginning to bore even myself now..

FRIENDS, congratulate me, i am now metric pass.. 'pass' sounds insulting. my engineering entrances were a disaster, my boards were not. So now I'm headed to DU to do eco hons. St Stephen's will probably not take me, because I'm one painstaking mark away from the darned cut-off. Hansraj will, god bless their souls. Holidaying in kerela was fun. they drive scooters in lungis. All their curries are the same. If you put chicken in it, u have masala chicken, if u put paneer in it, u have shahi paneer etc etc etc. yeesh
NOW, I'm absolutely free. I'm watching movies by the dozen on TV, on DVD, on VCD, on youtube on anything i find. I'm also roaming about here and there excessively which has strengthened my parents' belief 'ladka bigad gaya hai' which i very cleverly counter with the 'abhi nahi toh kabbb?? complete with puppy dog look'..
now, that i've successfully had everyone doze off, goodnight..

Happy Birthday to whomsoever it may concern...

2006-11-07T15:03:00.001+05:30

happy birthday to you
happy birthday to you
happy birthday dear 'jiska bhi birthday hai'
happy birthday to you!
Wait.. did you just blow the candles out, leaving one for good luck?
everyone's been to birthday parties, had good fun playing the games like musical chairs, dancing statue, passing the parcel, then bursting the 'khoi' bag, cutting the cake, devouring the food. question is, why blow out the candles?
i always thought bringing light, illumination is supposed to be auspicious and optimistic, then how come we blow the lights out of the joyous occasion of being born? it's not such a curse..

It's IN THE BAG!!!!!!

2006-10-14T19:46:00.000+05:30

Everyone should have what I like to call ‘The Disappointment Bag’. Every now and then, one feels let down, betrayed, or generally unhappy with life. Sometimes you know the reason sometimes you don’t. It also happens that a few days later you see the entire situation in an entirely new dimension, maybe even change your opinion. So how about this, every time you get the feeling, of deceit lurking around, jot it down. Of course it’s entirely personal, so even if you get pissed at someone for no reason, or you blame someone for no fault of theirs, they don’t even need to know and hence ask “what’d I do?, what’s wrong with you?” Plus, you have a list of who’s done what wrong and when, so you can shove it in their face whenever you want. Rather unpleasant, but everyone does it anyway, so why not have a system to it.
But since I don’t want to be “the guy who made us hold on to all our disappointments”, why not have something exactly similar for the moments when you feel happy, say “The Bag of Joy”, (or if it’s a word document like the one I’ve started today “The File of Joy”). Every little thing which brings a smile to your face, a tear in your eye, uncontrollable fits of laughter, ecstatic drunkenness, unbelievable successes, senseless giggles, EVERYTHING…. It goes into the bag/file. Trust me, when you read it again, when you remind someone about it, laugh about it, it’ll be bliss. Don’t you feel happy? And that’s just after reading about it. Think about it… no pressure!

This 'title' is DEAD

2006-10-03T16:53:00.000+05:30

dead dead dead dead DEAD... well, almost.
This blog is almost dead, gandhigiri is almost dead, science students' interest in life is almost dead, my parents are back home any moment- so i'm almost dead..

It's no secret that at every point of time in your life you need inspiration. you start off with the regular superman, maybe even the desi shaktimaan. As you get a little older, you move on to professional assassins, the men in suits and ties, clinical. then, when you start getting some brains, you admire everything your parents do, want to be like them. later, you look for the successful people- the narayan murthys, steve jobs, bill gates. after some time, you get bored of super stories and you look up to the rebels, the enigmatic ones who always seem to be controversial. and of course at some point of time you fet the push to be "just myself".
well, that more or less sums up my story.. current inspiration: mahmoud ahmadinejad, the president of the islamic republic of iran. why: enigmatic, controversial, standing up for the entire country, the whole jing-bang of things. andddd most importantly, one of his recent interviews, where he says "people of the united states are good people, in fact, people all over the world are good."
Now, that's a view i adhere to, that mostly people do things for a reason. True, very often one might not like what the other person has done, but delve deep, in the end, it probably had something to do with a weak state of mind of your jigri yaar which pissed you off. now you're not going to punish him/her for that, are you? of course this is rather idealistic, and people will insist 'there's no need to be so saintly', but then who can live the perfect life, you're always going to be on some extreme, and i'm on this one!

well, since i'm commenting on the saintliness of all beings alive, i could very easily avoid everyone's favourite bash-up boy, President Bush, and yes i will avoid him, other than saying, he's a diplomat, has to 'foresee' things, for the 'greater benefit' of the american people, which eventually doesn't justify everything, but like i said, BEST avoided.
PS- over the past many months, i've noticed, im writing stuff and making dead sure it's absolutely neutral.. maybe i should be the president of the US, or some country at least.

yaad aate hain woh pal

2006-08-13T21:43:00.000+05:30

A rising, rising from the myriad depths of inactivity, prolonged sabbatical from the elitist circle of power. Or in simpler words, i'm posting again after an eon.
My existence, i refuse to call it a life, is pretty one faceted presently, and because of that earlier activities(who am i kidding), pleasures, have disappeared. Best example is this blog itself. True, there's work, but i still do sit online everyday, sometimes for insane amounts of time, and don't find the drive to write anything. Whenever i read an article, or a blog(the good ones), i'm overcome by a desire to write like that, write the perfect blend of funny, thoughtful musings, which the whole world would read and gape at. Instead i find myself sitting and dwelling on the state of life and other equally mundane issues. Call it blogger's block, laziness, creativity centre shut down, or a repulsion to writing sentimental, philosophical, 'i-did-this-today-and-will-do-that-tomorrow' kind of post.
God, or lots of pretty girls, or friends, infuse into my brain, the spirit of the past, the vision, wit, humour, and a host of other things which i'm trying to convinve everyone that i used to possess.
painfully yours,
abuu
joody bhai
bandar
chappal chor
etc.
those are just a few names i've somehow acquired over the past few months

2006-06-27T18:50:00.000+05:30

Once upon a time, a group of friends went to the hills, at an 'altitudes' of say 6000ft. Their excursion lasted for 6 days. They travelled in buses, sung songs, discussed movies (like 'dhande ki rani ko chhayee jawani', 'suar ki suhagrat mein ghodi ka kya kaam'), hung from ropes, held on to ropes to cross perilous valleys and ropeways, wearing "5 strap boobless bras", fell from tables onto waiting hands, climbed endless mountains, descended some even steeper ones, kilometre by kilometre, trudging on, reaching water, the ultimate salvation of rushing sound in the ears, drenched, soaked, thirst quenched, staying up, talking into the night, dancing like tribals around the customary bonfire, listening to "DJ's" ghost stories, card games, cold baths, collecting fuel, cooking, shouting, climbing rocks, rain, hilarity with people slipping all over the hill, bastarding(unique form of bitching), flirting, 'bomb' games, food, plums, bitching, lake, lichis, photographs, memories!!
Alas, all to one end.. a massive joke and then nothingness.
Going back, they stopped at a sucky restaurant, the bus stopped, the heat was intense. There was salvation, a garden hosepipe, an obliging gardener, bliss revisited. An ordinary lunch always seems cullinary heaven at 5:30 in the afternoon. Add to that, intricacies of the mind, curiosity of youngsters and you get a heady mix. The topic of conversation through filled mouths, abuses, sighs happened to be words. Not just ordinary words, but of a language, a language that reads right to left, seems just as legible as ants crawling on paper, the language Urdu. Fanaa means destruction, tallafuz means pronounciation, alham-dul-ilah means God Bless you..
After the stuffing, all rose to leave, of course with a craving for photography again, as well as for the hosepipe. As the final moments approached, eyes fell on 'hello moto', a rather busty instructor, who loved her motorola t-shirt. And pervease prevailed, with pointing fingers and shrieks of alham-do-lillah, god bless you with do bade bade lillah, talham no lillah..... The bus journey was filled with only laughter.!

OH TERA !

2006-05-20T20:02:00.000+05:30

My hindi's not very weak, and i'm not a himesh "topimaster" reshamwatsitcalled fan. the title is not OH teri!(for the linguistically challenged, that roughly translates to WTF), or an adaptation of ohhh huzoooor, tera tera teraaaaaaaaaaaaa (tsk tsk had to tht once, dint i).
so what is this O Tera!
check out my archives and you'll know what this means. tera, thirteen, months of blogging. So i'm past my 'bloggiversary'. a whole month past, and i don't even remember the actual date. On the positive side, i don't consider that as holy sacrilege and am more than willing to strain 4 muscles of a certain finger of mine to anyone who does. Now, i realize that it's supposed to be a SPECIAL post, filled with fond memories, ups and downs, twists et al, but as you can pretty well make out, it's not.
I just thought, since i inflicted a torturous tour of my blog upon myself, reading past posts, might as well share it. Only, you have it easier, coz I picked out what i thought was the least worst, and i've put links, sometimes i think i'm too nice!

PS:waddya know, there's 13 of them!! Co-incidence is a fickle lady!
PPS:My my, it's amazing, i'm nostalgic

Nice joke here

That's the way it should be

2006-05-12T19:49:00.000+05:30

It's a beautiful cycle.......
The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards.
You should die first, you know, start out dead, get it out of the way. You wake up in an old age home, feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You drink like a fish, eat all you want, and party your ass off -- you've only
got a few years left, so why not?

Then you get ready for High School. You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a baby, then, you spend your last 9 months floating peacefully with luxuries like central heating, spa, room service on tap, larger quarters everyday, and THEN you finish off as an orgasm!
EDIT: PEOPLE, THE IDEAA OF THIS POST IS A STOLEN ONE!!

last day?

2006-05-10T08:03:00.000+05:30

that's it.
school's closed down early, summer vacations have started 3 days early. On the downside, investiture got cancelled, we didn't have any last day celebrations other than discussing all the cartoons we used to watch and how we used to eat crax and fun flips. On the upside, chhutiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!
plus, 6 students from dps rkp, me, shri roshan shankar(dats wat he wuz called), dakshina, arushi, vrinda nd manpreet went to rashtrapati bhavan to meet our president, abdul kalam on the reservations issue. the talk itself wasn't much, but 'president house' is SIMPLY BREATHTAKING.
Once you enter(from gate no 63) on the left, on the right gardens stretch till no end. a few turns later you reach the parking, where there is a massive courtyard. from there, the reception is the next stop. needless to say HUGE. Then comes the waiting room. Enroute, you see fountains and more gardens. Once in the corridor, it's tooo long to see the end and of course it has doors and doors and more doors.
Truly, the experience was awesome. Imagine, sitting in a room with the president, where all the heads of states etc etc sit, talking with the president for 20 minutes, in the case of manpreet- scolding the president, after having some army hotshot profusely apologizing for the delay.
and i quote- "apni to aukaad badh gayee yaar"

PS- roshan's posted this story- "Alien Invasion" which we'd written in 8th standard and won first prize for in a storytelling competition. the names, the ideas are just tooo gud.

finalment

2006-05-02T18:38:00.000+05:30

it's been ages since i posted, probably the calendar's gone too far back. anyway, like i've been saying to so many people, they make us study in 12th (damn it!!), and after not studying in 11th you get some conscience telling you, "chalo iss saal thoda serious ho jaa". And so i've been attending classes, doing homework.... the likes. kintu parantu lekin, ab bahut ho gaya.. school's a rut, morning march past, it isn't even funny anymore, boring classes (someone or the other is always caught sleeping in chemistry class), mrs C coming everyday to our class in the last period, opening the door and presto, going away.
Fiasco aka XIM blog tragedy, blah blah, we need rejuvenation and what better way than to return to blogging, so doston, dushmanon, i request you, ek comment to maar dena, and i shall post uhhm regularly too. plus, i've got my sash of Deputy Head Boy, so im happyy!

since, it's a come-back post, might as well make it meaningful. We're in our 12th, one more year of school, and after that graduation. All very well, except that some of us might not manage to get into good colleges, thanks to arjun singh, hrd minister's proposal of increasing reservations in govt. institutions, of course he suggested it for the private sector, too. So effectively, this decision affects us the most.
Everyone wants the country to be uplifted, everyone wants education for all, the point is the action is at the wrong level. Children from "backward classes" are no different from us, if they're given education they can compete with us. the problem is the millions of others who don't get the primary education. THAT is where effort is needed, a bill is needed.
Now, we don't see any politician(read law makers in parliament) saying anything against this, for the fear of losing their votes. it's all very sad etc, but it also means that someone has to make noise. and many thanks to our seniors from colleges like MAMC, AIIMS etc who are carrying out protests, braving the lathis, and violence of the police. i kid you not, VIOLENCE.
One last thing, the fight is not against people of our own country, the so-called "backward classes", they too are our brothers, the fight is for merit, for quality, to raise the country..

????????????

2006-04-01T15:10:00.000+05:30

This is the stuff dreams are made of!

2006-03-18T19:12:00.000+05:30

yes i'm back! after a week of exams, which were ummm sucky, for the lack of a better word and a week of masti, which was ecstatic. Masti meaning, a movie, a fight inside the movie hall(of which i wasn't part), a rollicking time at Barista, some holi at Priya, lots of football and of course HOLI itself, which was 25 people in a tempo with lots and lots and lots of eggs and rang. of course now, my nails are still purple, and hands pink.

But, this wasn't quite the 'dreams' i was talking of. it's the dreams at night, your wildest desires, your worst fears. either, you put it down to hormonal secretion and chemicals like a scientist, or you let it be an unknown. i prefer the latter, for one it leaves a mystical aura around it, and it gives me something to do in the so much time i have to kill these days.

So , here goes-

A very good friend of mine has to go to Disneyland, the one in US, over the Atlantic Ocean, Africa, half of Asia, et al, by a huge train, completely modernised of course, except for the fact that it's crowded like a Delhi bus. with her, yes her, there are 3 other friends who hate me. so there's the train like a rainbow covering the horizon. There's also some animated conversations and i think a few people die and in the end i'm sitting someplace, with 1 hate-friend. and i have no idea what happens next.

I come out of my house to go across the road, with a grown up, who's a very close friend<> in a car shaped like a capsule, no unlike the one in which superman came from Krypton. So there we go, and there's a WWE arena there, and we're in. and there's a whole bunch of people there, who i know. Now, there's one person who's lost, lost as in illegally entered and security is looking for him, and everyone volunteers to look. ensuing is a chase, where i feel i'm very close. On the way, we sit in an auditorium, watch wrestling through a glass window, pick up trophies and replicas, while running around what was supposed to be a square corridor, but somehow has just branched off into heaven knows what.

Reading it again, i can't make head or tail of it, seems confused. Care to work your head, anyone?

???

2006-03-03T20:49:00.000+05:30

It's that time of the year again. exams are here, everyone's opening their books now, some for the first time ever.
everyone questions the sensibilities of exams, of CBSE curriculum, of the school system, it's the bane of our 'best', still pretty sad, jokes. i guess now these guys are rubbing their hands in sadistic glee saying- ab hasso, saalon (now laugh, bastards).
i'm guessing everyone's in need of the dame called luck. Hope you get some, though dare you snatch away any from my quota. grrrrr...

P.S. i'm just grumpy
P.P.S. you should study school stuff at least once in the year.

UPDAEEET 1
1 day and 1 maths exam later.
in one word- oh cRappp!
UPDAEET 2-
2 more days and 1 physics exam later
apni to LAGGG gayee
on a happier note, next to exams are computers and english so there might be blessed tidings ahead.

AANN

2006-02-10T14:11:00.000+05:30

That's like haaan, without the H. it's such an amazing uhh.. word, almost as good as the 'f' word.
aaan - yes
aan aan- no
AAANN- mocking, teasing
aannn - shock
aanhaaaan- despair
ainn?? - interrogative
aaaan - satisfaction

who needs a vocabulary?

Show- shaa di duniya

2006-01-29T23:21:00.000+05:30

Once again my view that it's all a business, it's all a show is strengthened. show doesn't necessarily mean hype, but also the sheer impact and usefulness of audio-visual impact. sample this, me and my family together watched the Austrailian Open men's singles finals. Roger federer, no 1 seed vs maverick Marcos Baghdatis. now, as it happens, a loadful of people have no knowledge of tennis, the scoring, the players etc. so the conversation was limited to- arrey red wala jeet gaya (red one won- which actually meant baghdatis got the point), yeh marks to hamesha gadbad dete hain (their scoring system is all screwed up). here, the importance of both wearing different colour clothes, the loud and clear calling of the umpires, though minor details become oh so important.
women's tennis is also interesting, apart from watching the game, the 'visual' impact can be quite pleasing. there's nothing wrong in making a fashion statement or a beauty statement out there on the court.

Coming to India, specifically the Republic Day parade, which seems to have become a rather hot topic to debate. i don't see why there should not be an extravagant display of weaponry and jhaankis and fly pasts and the likes, in fact i quite liked the motorcycles and the fly past. it always gives a sense of pride. it's a show to the outside world, an expression of joy, more than an assertion of strength.
To revive hockey, the nearly obsolete IHF(Indian Hockey Federation) infused new life into the 'national' sport by introducing PHL. modified rules, aggressive advertising, commentary but what struck me most was when the teams were walking out onto the field, the stadium was ringing with 'dus bahane karke le gaya dil'.
one day cricket was the new avatar introduced by Kerry Packer, who passed away just recently, bless his soul! now, to keep up with busy schedules, and want for excitement, we have things like 20-20 cricket coming up.

it's a clear message, move aside veterans and connoisseurs, everyone is interested only in customers and more customers, which comes from more excitement.
one thing though, the people who manage all this, handle everything are NO different from anyone else, believe you me. the world is not surreal, nothing's a fantasy, it's all business acumen, and people power.

wot a HEAD!

2006-01-28T13:13:00.000+05:30

we have new head boys and girls (trumpet rolllll)
mr manchanda, mr shankar and ms. vaidyanathan, ms. bhandari or in colloquial terms ashish, roshan, dakshina and vrinda. (trumpet rolllll) congratulations you guys. have to say, great decision by chona ma'am, the respect now comes naturally. All 4 are soooo deserving, and sooo the right people to have as the 'head' people of the school. balle balle. and anyone who says uhh i dunno bout ashish, uhh i dunno bout roshan, ... vrinda, .... dakshina etc etc plz plz go take a hike. if you do actually come to know them, you'll see they're actually amazing people.
Don't see how i could ever be bitter not being head boy when these guys are at the helm. now after saying so much nice stuff, i should expect a treat mann, and some 'perks' too. hahahah

Elwen L

2006-01-10T19:57:00.000+05:30

for the feeble minded, that's eleven L, or my class nd section. the winter vacations are over, school is open again, incidentally a day after delhi recorded it's coldest temperature in 71 years- 0.2 degrees.
class 10 and 12 have pre-boards and 2 months later boards (which i must say are mostly a waste of time and not the TEST they're made out to be). anyways, coming to the post, our class has been shifted to the 1st floor, so that an EYE can be kept on us. our class "happens" to have a view of mrs c's garden, who by the way, is our princi. Naturally, our discussions and talks, usually limited to weirdos in coaching classes and bloopers made by any damn person, veered towards new quarters. before we knew it, we were making assassination plans.
somehow, a bomb seemed the best way to carry out the not-so-noble but exciting task. bitten by time-wasting bugs as we are all nuances were discussed, with a throw bomb, a time bomb to go off at 5 pm, evening tea time that is, a bomb in the car. most hotly debated was how long a holiday we might get. hmmmm Also, for some reason, it involved a rather short talk on why naukraanis (maid servants are called so).
SUDDENLY, red alert was sounded.
there was mrs C, sitting in her garden, having a cup of tea with some guests, enjoying the morning sun, which was woefully absent. But alas, unfortunately or maybe fortunately, there was no bomb at hand, not even an innocuous diwali cracker! life is cruel!
P.S. playing pointee pointee at aayushi's badge wuz fun
P.P.S. the P.S. is only for those who understand, plz don't ask me what it means

MMMM

2005-12-18T20:33:00.000+05:30

i don't have a better title for the post. in fact, i don't exactly know what to post about. so i'll keep typing whatever comes into the extraneously expanded head of mine and you shall have to read it.
class 11 has been quite a shock. earlier we used to say- ooh aah 11th, tough shit. now, we say 11th, what shit. school's become a place for the fun, for the drama. so, for fun and drama i go and land myself in a super ability section- L-. first, i knew barely 4,5 people there (saba, dakshina, abhishek bindal nd suri, arun nd.... i dunno) thanks to mrs C's liberal admission policy. now, i'm telling you i luvvvvvvvvvvvv my section.
A lot of people in it are just a bunch of nerds, but the group is definitely the most coolest. thankyou for being there guys, super ability's also not so bad now. saba, sanyukt, dakshina, arun, sidhant, bhavaye, anuj, shantanu, abhisheks, nishant, twishmay,nikita, tarini, preeti, of course our BELOVED sahana is also there.
we just had our assembly, and our skit was the coolest. the entire 11th was laughing, that's a big thing, believe you me.
a few days later, section M had there assembly, section M with mrs abha chona as their class teacher. being as nice as i can, it wasn't much to write home about, pretty uhhh lame. maybe, just maybe, there skit was decent with an "attempt" to bring out dd sports torturous onset of ads at very crucial moments. well, mrs. C certainly didn't seem to think so... "one of the better assemblies we've seen" "an amazing class, amazing talent" "the girl with the poem shall get a rs 1000 award" "i'll go on a picnic with them". that's unusual. i'm not saying it's wrong to praise kids. but shouldn't it be a little more discrete. maybe, praise some other sections too, wadya think? i'm sure she has enough experience about people to know that ALL that she said reeeked of partiality and unfairness and served to fuel a bout of disrespect.

Steve Jobs, best i've read

2005-11-24T11:43:00.000+05:30

'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky – I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me – I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much

the world doesn't end at us

2005-11-01T09:35:00.000+05:30

pak tribune

guess what the headline is-
INDIAN TROOPS martyr 3 more innocent kashmiris
it goes on to explain how indian troops shot dead 3 people, police beat up shopkeepers and so on and so forth. THIS is what reaches the common man in pakistan, much in the same way as the news which reaches us is- pakistanis kill more kashmiris.

now, who do yo believe?? what's the actual ground situation- god alone knows!

WHY

2005-10-30T10:04:00.000+05:30

scenes from sarojini nagar market

serial blasts with improvised explosive devices, rocked Delhi in 3 different places, Sarojini Nagar market, paharganj, nd a DTC bus in Govindpuri. 53 people dead, more than a hundred injured.

Aakhir aap chahtey kya hain. (What do you want???)
WTC, indian parliament, bali night club, madrid train, london tube.

that's just the tip of the iceberg.

how can man be so reckless, so heartless??

God bless us all

glimpses!!

2005-10-26T20:50:00.000+05:30

after delhi PUBIC school, it's ques. ARSE for 3 marks

delhi PUBIC school pic
anuder glimpse

WHADDADAY

2005-10-21T19:16:00.000+05:30

Emphasis is of inherent importance in our lives, so- SCREW THE EXAMS.

i have english tomorrow, and i had a fiit jee class today. Hence, evolved a plan to celebrate the birthday of one of my dear friends in my colony (must mention his name here then- Danish).
12:00 something came over me, i wished the boy a merry birthday and one thing led to another and we ended up playing football for about an hour. the saga went on, i decided to bunk class and continue the celebration. so, we went off to haldirams for lunch (mind you, we means around 10 people). Surprisingly, haldirams is a damn good place to eat. They have a hell of a lot of variety- chaat, continental, raj kachori - that's a weird looking kind of puri, with chanas, dahi(curd), chutney, sonth and lots of other things stuffed into it- , continental, south indian, north indian, flavoured shakes, ice- creams, sodas, mithai and namkeen everyone knows, anddd brace yourself, hot chocolate fudge for Rs. 52 only. believe you me, it was tasty, not nirula's but still tasty. So, after eating our fill, topping the tank so to say, we took off.
Now we headed to Fun 'n' Fair. After talking(heavy smirk) and leg-pulling of the bloke manning the entry, which included offering him a packet of cigarretes, the troupe headed of to the go-karting track. Now, this place does not have the traditional go-karts, the F1isque cars, but rather miniature scotterish thingys, much alike to an 8 year old's toy tricycle with a fitted motor.
pull-tuggg accelerate,,, BRAKKE. phew finally it's started. vrroom round and round we go, laughing all the way. my car bloody misbehaves, i'm leaning back trying to get it to stop, it keeps zooming ahead, climbs up 4 tyres- end result- i fly off and land on my bum HARRD. needless to say, i didn't fall off again and got the hang of it, bumping, screaming craziness, all mixed together.
and of course, 2 cars- the petrol finished, so we had to wait for some time, we troubled the shit out of the attendants too.
finallly, we went down. thinking thinking thinking what to do.. bowling, table hockey or maybe bowling. what do our eyes fall on, a standing bull with a trampouline all around it. one by one, each one atop the bull, the guy there at the controls- i read them- spin, duck, change direction, increase speed, and thankfully, emergency stop. HELL where's slow down.
but who cares. at first sight you think, how can anyone fall off. then you sit on it. you spin around, suddenly the bull starts jumping and you topple off. sit on it again, spinnnn faster, fall right off. amaazing thrilling feel. it only got better, another guy jumps up behind me, the bull was tilted forward and then it started spinning. so this guy is on top of me, making a faluda of me. one jump we all go tumbling down. for 5 minutes all 10 of us were laughing, the two bull-riders lying on the trampouline and sniggering, yakking.
phir kya, we had pepsi- shepsi and came back home. then we're sitting in the park, two chicks come in to request us- please hello tune hata dey (HAAAA) get a life. BHUM! lights went off and one of them said, c'mon yaar lets go, yahan bahut andhera hai(it's very dark here) laughter sweet laughter didn't leave us for sooo long.
AND i went home aftr attending my ""TUITION""
MUAAAAHH
P.S. did i mention i have an exam tomorrow
P.S2 for which i don't know half the syllabus still
p.s.3 again MUAAAAHHHHHH and exams suck

EXAMM time

2005-10-19T20:12:00.000+05:30

fortunately or unfortunately, as you might think- exams in school DO NOT stir the slightest feelings of respect, at least not now and at least not when you're studying for JEE and still want fun in your life. In junior classes you think, class 11 science is soo tough. The NCERT seems to be the KING. come 11th and IIT JEE coaching, realization--- school syllabus is a load of tosh. they just want you to memorize things, the concept is not important- Not the most pleasing attitude i tell you. School has become a place to chilll, have fun. and inspite of Mrs C's bestest efforts I shall and i will clap when goswami is trying to lecture us on morality.
exam time though does throw up some interesting events.
everyone, including me, studies, crams, moans, whines.
and we get to see SPECIES.

1. I don't know anything- type
these are the people who have slogged like there's no end but still insist on idiocy. Whether that's lack of confidence or plain cheesiness, heaven knows.

2. i shan't tell you- type
Punch them in the face, i say. Public maar maybe. These guys have studied, and harddd. But they refuse to clear a doubt you might have, before the exam (you can forget about during) i've done it you haven't haaha

3. i did some, i know some, lets share
they've studied. they're not dumb. they'll help you. that's the way a person should be, it's a big help.

4. i don't study- type
there are some who don't open their books till the night before, end up not knowing much, still end up happy. as long as you're happy, nothing else matterssss.

6. what's the crux, what's this, howz this
they go bonkers over everything, every detail is important. sample this, aurangzeb captured his father- why? what are the implications, what did he get from it? etcetera etcetera

5. howwwww wtf- type
pick up the books a few days before exams, rape the paper- that's that.

definitely LOVE 'EM

2005-09-17T22:14:00.000+05:30

somebody somewhere is watching my back. i've never blogged about this, but yes i've felt it more often than once. some blooper i make- something comes out of it, which gives me a chance to snob people by saying- see what i did turned out alright. this is not necessarily a good thing, it can make a guy complacent, shun work etc etc. but for now, i'm just saying eeeeeyaaaahooooo!!
inspite of taking one week off from school, my preparation for phase test was nowhere near GOOD.
turns out, the govt. announced a pattern change in IIT JEE exam(i know old news). Fiit jee is surprisingly efficient about it. our subjective tests have been, believe it or not SCRAPPED.

eeyahhoo
so today instead of a 3 hours objective paper, we had just 2 hours physics objective paper, and instead of 6 hours of papers tomorrow(subjective ones), we have just 4 hours(objective ones).
physics went well, 92 on 150- prospective marks. now here's the downside- physics is my best subject by a long long way.

it's not mandatory to read the above part, it's just boring rant.

this is the good part.
my chacha (dad's younger bro) is in town for some golf tournament- old doon school something. he's quite a mast person. i mean, anyone who sticks up a middle finger for the purpose of asking their daughter if she knows what it means, is nothing short of inspirational. though he's not a hopelss pervert. so, he asked us do you have any jokes on your cell? so we showed him some stuff, very old model so no pictures etc.
he liked one which goes- god apun se poocha, tumko heaven mein jaane ka.................. bla bla, and it was forwarded to his cell. beep beep message received, all's well. 5 minutes later beep beep, that message shows up again. hmm highly surprising. 2 minutes later, beep beep it comes again. wtf.
so i decided lets try sending another message, so i sent 2 more both different ones. end result: he got 5 messages: god apun se poocha........ we nearly died laughing.
everything quiet, we went back to watching TV, butttt... every 5 mins. beep beep -- beep beep -- god apun se poocha. sighh, i've not had such a good laugh since monday in the bus.
after 2 hours or so, it shut up! risk taking time- i sent another message. BINGO it reached, say gudbye to god apun se poocha.
EEYAAHOOOOOO!!

aaaaaiiiiyayayayaaaaaa

2005-09-15T21:54:00.000+05:30

you know something's not right when-

people call up and their first line is - "who's speaking"!!!

you're trying to eke in as much study as you can and suddenly IIT pattern is changed.

In the week before your exam, there are 2 birthday parties.

Instead of a few hundred pages of study, you have a few hundred mb of downloads to show.

you don't talk on the phone for dayss.

These vibes, negative they are. To stop them, a must, it is. That about sums up the annihilation of English, yoda ishhtyle. I'm obviously not jumping with joy at the moment but i'm not drowning in a mire of sadness. It does, to any mind, take getting used to the fact that you're able to solve about 2-3 questions out of an attempted 10, maybe even 15. I've hence been taking doses of TV and internet, shockingly generous amounts(as some people would have you believe). Also, i haven't been to school since monday and surprisingly i'm quite elated about it, DAMN mrs C. shez made me hate school. Thank god for MSN. still, i miss my friends- call me you boogers.
p.s. the plan for a story has been indefinitely shelved.

p.s2 the saga of rooney continues
at his very aggresive best, wayne rooney (plz plz plz, dunt ask what sport) is probably the most entertaining guy. just recently, in a UEFA Champions League match, his adrenaline was running a little high for comfort, and kaboom, all the anger came to the fore.
He had the ball, he lost the ball, he KICKED that guy. Ref. gave him a yellow card- lucky if you ask me. but no, rooney wanted justice, so he goes up to the ref. and glares at him with those mighty big eyes and claps his hands, in sheer mockery. RESULT: He got sent off. i can just imagine Sir Alex's reaction.

Love them or hate 'em

2005-09-14T13:54:00.000+05:30

BIGG NEWS
IIT pattern has changed.
Or so the government tells us. it's now mandatory for students to get above 60% in xii boards (oh jesus, now what do we do!!!), and one is not allowed more than 2 attempts, the entrance itself, instead of a two- pronged screening and mains- is now a ONE GO objective type paper.
By the way, all this is supposed to reduce the influence of coaching classes.

The worst part is- i have a phase test on saturday sunday, which obviously follows the old pattern. Anyways not being in a mood to really study, this kind of a notice, is not my idea of a booster. and if i don't do well in the phase test- there'll be hell to pay at home. "People" are in any case generally pissed with me, because of a number of reasons- listing them would take a jolly long time, though i'd absolutely love to go on about how unfair they are. blab blab blab
stopp. no more bakwaas for now.

P.S. i'm thinking of a story, i might just get down to writing it.

some things in life are sooo gud part II

2005-08-27T20:20:00.000+05:30

Foot in the air
Foot on the ground
flick your hips
take mithun down.
That's VARSHA. yes, it is now official all my friends are either completely crazy or perverts(another story). In gk, with half the population staring at us, varsha dancing to "I am a disco dancer", making feeble attempts at stepovers, spitting out sprite, discussing the President(interact club, shez not geek-girl), hoping her kids don't turn out like "someone".
sighhh.. life is good
By the way, i'd gone to get english notes from Saba, and ended up spending almost 2 hours in gk, doing nothing- golgappis, sandwich, sprite of course and some ass taking.

some things in life are just sooo GOOD

2005-08-20T18:59:00.000+05:30

Recently, I went in my friend Dakshina’s bus. Some friend of hers was telling her a story, some gossip, of course. The REACTION was just amazing. I’ve written REACTION in capital letters, though that doesn’t even come close to describing what it was.

One moment she’s standing there, nodding her head. KABOOM!!

She’s up on her toes, ignoring the swaying motion of the bus, mouth wide open, gaping away to glory, hands coming up in one swift movement to her face and she starts squealing or screaming or whatever you want to call it. The frequency was so high I almost didn’t hear it. I could swear she jumped many times, no mean feat mind you.(wink)

Boy, Do I want to know what that news or what, though I doubt it’ll be more than some teeny weeny minisculity. That’s life(read: dakshina) for you.

INDIA o INDIA

2005-08-13T22:30:00.000+05:30

I'll make no bones about the fact, i love india, i love being indian. there are just certain things which only indians can do.

go on the street to eat snacks, golgappas et al

be a producer of KBC2 and give questions like
ritesh deshmukh and tushaar kapoor starred in which movie
a) kya kool hai hum b)kya fool hai hum
c)maine phone kyon kiya d)kya sust hai hum

we can silently smirk on the fact that we live in a country with such a 'wide culture', the diversity, haven for hollywood stars.

best part is the fine mix of language that we speak. A well made mix of hindi and english sounds soooo ELEGANT, i think.

we can make remixes of songs like no one else, senseless ones, funny ones, dirty ones.

we can speak in weird accents, bihari, haryanvi- basically we're excellent mimmickers.

at the end of the day, the average indian will try to help you (and fleece you in some slight way)

Some things are said a million times better in hindi, it's a very emotional language.

Our primitiveness, so as to say, when compared to the West, is kind of endearing, i can hardly imagine life without a few power cuts, water problems, cribbing about prices at mocha, a few repairs here and there on our own.

THE CRICKET TEAM!!

indian parliament.

the kashmir dispute, i find it rather amusing now. the two countries have decided to agree that they will make efforts to agree to one another's positions- that's what they do now.

the "corruption" and social evils and inefficiency.

we get by, you know. however the state of this place is, i don't want to leave for studies and all. In some manner we do manage to get our points across, we're nice people blah blah.
i LOVE my country
happy indepence day too in a few days

eating fast eating slow

2005-08-07T21:23:00.000+05:30

as is not quite apparent, i've been to McD's. These guys are smart to say the least. to tap the great indian janta they've priced a lot of stuff at rs. 20, highly convenient. Even though their quality is not quite the best, it's affordable.
well, i was eating up quick and i hear- damn you eat slow. flipparooni!! thing is my sister had finished her food. let me inform you- her food includes 1 mc aloo tikki burger. by the time she was done with that, my stomach had had the pleasures of 3 chicken mcgrills and half a mc currypan.
REALY turns yoiu off! i had to give my 4th burger to dad and have a large fries instead.
but the coke and soft serve was good. YUMMM

NIRUUUUULAAAAASSSSSS!!!!

2005-07-27T23:33:00.000+05:30

I wrote them a rather stingy review, their little slips of evaluation, you see. The outlet at NFC is rather sad when you see it with the others. Yet, nirula’s is nirula’s. As my mom so aptly said it- It’s the one place, the only one where once you go in, you have to come out satisfied. This is unfortunately true, especially with Barista and CCD.

So, we’re sitting in Nirula’s and finally decide to get Hot Choc Fudges and no burgers, because of the stupid prices, almost as much as the Fudge. Gawk!! 20 bucks dudes, pull up your socks. The outlet, being rather sucky, gave us slightly disproportionate helpings. The rude bastard that I am I sent my sister to remedy this, eavesdropping all the while. Being a girl in these kinda situations helps a lot. Just 30 secs she’s talking and I hear the guy tell his partner- abbey dalne dey, tera kya jaa raha hai, haan! End result, there was another small scoop of ice-cream, extravagant amounts of the rich chocolate, which we all die for and nuts, which (hold your horses), I like. And the rest is happily clichéd. We left entirely satisfied! Surprisingly, I was the only one, out of the 4 of us, who actually finished the whole thing. Mann, how can you leave it…….

I AM BACK!!

2005-07-24T23:37:00.000+05:30

Yippee yay! Finally, after a looong time I have realized the folly of not posting. Rather a lot has happened during this specific sabbatical, what with school starting, fiit jee, blah blah, I could go on. But CEASE, posting after such a long time, I have no desire to have my fingers roll over the keyboard just so that whoever reads this shakes his/her head in boredom.

I just saw Sarkar. It’s been widely publicized as RG Verma’s take on Godfather. As it is nearly always, it doesn’t quite match up to book (read not at all). They have slightly modified the story line, much to my relief. What surprised me most was

1. The characters never became entirely clear- helluva lot of guesswork

2. With a Bollywood license, I would have expected the movie to be long, at least 3.5 hours. That way the story, the subtlety could have been brought out a gazillion times better.

3. Overall, I’d give the movie “decent” only because I watched it on VCD.

Past 2 days I’d been on a very severe anger trip. No study, study, football, late, door on head (swear could have torn it down right there), scold, sucky section, sadness and controversy in other ppl’s lives- all in all horrendous. Thankfully, I’ve recovered. That’s part of the reason for blogging too!! I’ll be back with a better post soon. And peeps is a very weird thing to call ‘people’.
:)

Potpourri

2005-07-03T09:15:00.000+05:30

After not much deliberation and rather copious amounts of random logic, I like to believe I that I think of the world as it truly is- chaotic, not a super-humanly organized, well planned entity playing an oh-so crucial role in the shaping of the Universe.

Then again, I did need an excuse not to clean my room. After spending 1 hour

-> taking out

-> dusting

-> putting back

-> thinking

There’s a still a LOT of muck lying around.

Coming back, there are certain thoughts that I have thunked, which, pardon me, are quite random again.

-> Praise is always nice to hear.

-> Venus Williams’ celebration after winning Wimbledon presented a new star for “planet of the Apes”. She even looks like one.

-> Webster’s Thesaurus is a useful little thing to have while writing blog entries.

-> Challenging your conscience is fool-hardy. It’ll make you feel like the deepest, slimiest, stinkiest shitball ever to live.

-> Pizza Hut rules, but it’s damn expensive

-> A mess is always pleasing to look at (Please don’t make me clean anymore)

-> I’m afraid of heights and unknown darkness, but not to the extent of Paranoia

-> John Abraham, bless his locks, needs a shave.

-> Whenever they come to school in the morning, ALL girls run off to the bathroom.

->Rubik’s Cube is TOUGH.

-> Ayush Kanwar doesn’t know about the MMS scandal (Bhaggu save him)

2005-07-01T21:42:00.000+05:30

the light beyond

la la la

2005-07-01T00:12:00.000+05:30

i have decided to sing.

Here’s some people’s take on them

sanjay bhansali : aapne mukhra to bahut achcha gaya, but antare mein thodi garbar thi, phir sajde ka jo kachra hua, woh mukkadar ke paymane ke jaisa tha(yes yes yeh tareef thi ki burai??)

sonu ingam : achcha thaa. par ab comp. badh gaya hai aapko level increase karna hai

randy: yawww dude u did relly well maaan. i liked it

farah : Mind Blowing, u look like a Rock star

kajol: GIGGLE GIGGLE wowww!

shilpa shitty : I’d love your smile if your name was abhijeet. Giggle giggle

simon : I dunno! I think that was the worst performance I’ve ever seen! I’d rather have rusty nails shoved into my ears then listen to that again. Seriously, it was like a boring song at a wedding of an 80 year old.

anu malik : gana aisa gaaya, chand zameen par utar aaya, aur usne pharmaya, tumse besura kisi ney nahi gaaya (thank uuu sir)

Karan “gay” johar : I think farah is jealous

BIG RIP-OFF BAZAAR

2005-06-26T23:57:00.000+05:30

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

2005-06-26T23:27:00.000+05:30

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

2005-06-26T22:52:00.000+05:30

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

2005-06-26T22:48:00.000+05:30

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

2005-06-24T15:40:00.000+05:30

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

2005-06-18T21:34:00.000+05:30




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.

2005-06-17T19:55:00.000+05:30

HOLY( I ) ME

Bah and mwahahaha

2005-06-16T12:36:00.001+05:30

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!

2005-06-12T04:59:00.000+05:30

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

2005-06-10T01:37:00.000+05:30

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

2005-06-10T00:39:00.000+05:30

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!

2005-06-08T14:23:00.000+05:30

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

2005-06-07T00:33:00.000+05:30

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!

2005-06-04T22:30:00.000+05:30

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!!

2005-06-02T23:08:00.000+05:30

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

Fiit jee or what?

2005-05-28T00:17:00.000+05:30

Fiit jee. Yes, i'm going to continually post about it because it's going to be something hell important for the next 2 years. 3 days a week, 7 hrs straight out of home, not pleasant, especially when i imagine my plight when school starts.
Physics, Chemistry and Maths- perhaps the 3 most underestimated blokes! till now, we've done nothing- here in the real world, if two books(pradeep's and s.p. jauhar) cost 1000 bucks, you can imagine the voluminous fatasses they are.
anyway, back to fiit-jee. We have in session, the initiation phase, where they're doing selected topics for the sole purpose of the Reshuffling Test. That's precisely why they're not doing the topic completely- "not for this phase, yeh phase 1 mein karenge". wats he mean- they're going to torture us again- the slickness of these teachers, i tell you. classes are meant to last a solid 2 hours. but no, insolent thingummies sneakily give question after question after 2 hours and the chowkidar has to come and tell 'em sir time khatam.
the chowkidar, by the way, is a smart man. He's quite literate, ushers everyone into classes, sirs out of classes. He knows timetables, seating plans. he's even wizened up to our dirty plans. all attempts to befriend him have only been partly successful. Chicks? hmmmmmmmmm...... Not quite in full stock. DAMN!!!!!!!!!!! By the way, our classes our at Laxman Public School in class 5 classrooms so the desks and chairs are really miniscule(never thought we could stoop so low).
our esteemed teachers(batch 1 of course)

Physics- Avadhesh pratap singh iit kanpur passout just 2003
damn good teacher, got us all listening. But in his class, everytime the P.A. system
goes beserk and strange gong sounds and grandpa clock or fire alarm sounds emanate from it. HOHO poor feller!

Chemistry- Saurabh. Small little booger. dunno his qualifications. One thing though he loves to stick out his middle finger while teaching. MUhahaha!!

Maths: Anoop Srivastav. He seems soft-spoken. good teacher, amiable

Lord of The RINGSSSS!!!

2005-05-27T23:48:00.000+05:30

The all new- STAR spangled cast

The "u" mania has come to town!!

2005-05-27T01:09:00.000+05:30

Right now, i'm feeling like the happy droopy- I'm soooooooooooooo Happppy.

Finalment, Cbse chose to declare our results at 6:00 in the evening. most disgusting- firstly, i thought it was going ot be 8 in da morning so i wuz nervous from 7 to 8 and then i had to cut short my badminton to come back for the result.
Worth the shit but. I got a 96.4% yay! This means unadulterated fun for some time(read 3-4 days of this week) i had hot choc fudge. i'm going to go for dinner. And nani's place too. Yippeee!!

The 'u' mania doesn't end here. You see, i had a very interesting convo tonight. First, choppu was harassed by all and one, her screen name, everybody's screen name- nice idea, rachita. Then, the masses were christened with 'u's in the end of their names. check the links bar.
Muhahaha!!!!!!!!!!

The Final Countdown!

2005-05-23T19:58:00.000+05:30

Not really FINAL final. But the countdown to board results has begun. So don’t get sleepless nights over it.
Today, 23rd of may class 12 results came out. mixed bag, most say.
some people seem to have done very well, others don't know what happened.
there's this fellow in my colony his marks are intriguing- 96, 74, 54, 67, 86. The 96 is in english.

Keep your fingers crossed and hope your examiner didn’t get his/her ass whopped that day.

Our result shall be out in the next few days, 26th latest.

To all my fellow DPSRKP conmen and conwomen I have this to say- Please co-ordinate the dates when you go to fill up your form so that at least everybody can meet.

BEST OF LUCK TO Everyone!

A few good men!

2005-05-21T22:37:00.000+05:30

Summer Vacations! The ideal time to idle away. That’s pretty much what most people are doing. I’m no exception- Movies, serials, talk shows, fear factor- TV’s been a rather stout companion. Chatting, internet, games-quintessential for holiday plans. Badi and football etc. etc.

But we’re supposedly quite grown up so ‘study’ looms large. FIIT-JEE classes 3 days a week, their homework, the extra ‘groundwork’ is inescapable. Suddenly, by some twist of fate, technology has lost its charm. I have turned to an aged system- man’s (uhh!) 2^nd best friend, after dogs as they say- BOOKS!! Here sit the ‘men’ who this post is about.

Dr Brian Weiss- Revered psychologist writing books on after-life and spirituality, apparently true stories. But, being the classical skeptic and having read “many lives many masters” I’d say- Pure fiction. Yet, he handles a pen with great dexterity; his narration makes a believer out of you. Very inspiring and motivating. Thank you Rachiiita for the wonderful reference.

NOTE: It’s a great catalyst to kick off your studies- worked for me.

P.G.Wodehouse: One book and I’m a big fan of his. You see- crazy, maniacal, amazingly creative fiction always finds a good reader in me. And P.G. hands it out in awesome doses. “Laughing Gas”, set in the contemporary world but exceeding all limits of imagination is a must read. The unpredictability is what I love the most.

While we’re on the subject of fiction, the ‘masters’ shall be named. Isaac Asimov and JRR Tolkien have written grand works, the former a breed of science fiction (The Foundation Series, is the best example. All his novels make for interesting reading.) while the latter has adroitly created a whimsical world, complete with its creatures, landscapes, good, evil, its own fundamental rules and contemporary stories. There’s even a background book- The Hobbit. His narration is entirely consistent and still enraptures 50 years after it was penned, simply too good. This transcends our mind, our thoughts, throwing our ideas about everything to the dogs. I’d rate Tolkien and Lord of the Rings many many notches higher than JK Rowling and Harry Potter, it seems kiddish. Read it, to believe it!

“”The concerned blogger hath already spake of the fiend- Dan Brown- who don’t let you put a book down.””

Michael Crichton- His genre can be told as fiction. However, a lot of his books are based on true stories. All his works veer right on the edge of realism, making you unsure what to believe, set you thinking. After that he plays with your emotions wantonly, swinging left and right. The story moves from elation to despair to lust to solitude. He makes you feel every moment of it. A touch predictable- like in Bollywood movies- the hero never loses, but what good is it if that does happen. Crichton is definitely one of the ELITE. Maybe a stickler for technical detail.

Readables: Airframe: Exciting, controversial story with a simple, yet elusive solution. Make it the first one you read.

Prey: His no. 1 I think. A swashbuckling, ripper. You can read it again and again. Nanotechnology is the chosen one.

Disclosure: Again twisting, turning, sex, lies, fledgling careers, a look into corporate politics- got a better recipe for success?

And trust me it is NOT boring. I’ve just finished it and it is 2 am, say from 11ish, and that’s after a 4hour FIITJEE class and a 6 hour sabbatical from home. Call me whacko but I’m writing this entry just after finishing the book.

Life is spooky! Twice, a fukin wasp has come and sit on my arm and leg and I has taken all my energy to restrain from squawking like a chicken and bail out like a moron. You don’t piss it off, it don’t bite you.

Meanwhile, enjoy your summer vacations and I’m going to keep reading so maybe there’ll be more such shit here. Let’s see what Ayn Rand and John Grisham are all about.

I just hope that some day I too am able to write such titillating, eyeball- rolling things like these guys.

Irksome beast claims another victim

2005-05-15T23:07:00.000+05:30

The mystery surrounding a terrible monster deepened as it made victim another innocent boy, known to his friends as U.D. According to reports this monster can irk the shit out of people till they tear their hair out. She keeps annoying them torturously for petty things. They come in any shape, size or age. Very few of them can actually be tamed. However, one thing common to all these monsters is a pair or two of glands right below their eyes which start spewing water whenever things are not going that way and some influential authority is nearby.

Scientists have named this Oldah sistahs

Dakc’s Disco Dhamaka!!!

2005-05-12T23:26:00.000+05:30

We all danced to the “Rhythm Divine”. “The Reason”: Sweet Dakc turns Sweet 16 in the “Summer of 2005”. Anybody “In the Shadows” was told “Teri to Teri Taan”; “Don’t be Shy” my honey. There was a lot of “dhuaan”, everybody was “Out of Control” and of course “humne kiya dhamal”.

A million, nonagullion thanks to Dakshina, and as many super-duper good wishes on her birthday. After a long, long time our hip ‘n’ happening batch (we’re the best!) got together to shake a leg, quite simply- dance. Dance, we did and how!!! Best thing was- there were fans overhead and plenty of drinks.

As soon as I entered, a big, sturdy, dance floor stood in front of me, begging me to dance, little lights, flashy lights, shiny lights going beserk on the floor, on the wall, daring me to move with them. How could anyone resist?

We’ve reached the 2^nd millennium and believe you me; there are songs and more songs which get your feet moving, your body and brain moving in sync.

Bhangra beats, rap, oldies, “remixes” we heard it all; everybody passed off their jumping and wild steps as dance. It’s a surprise we didn’t get any threatening neighbours.

Something which deserves more than just the mention I can give to it was the CAKE.

Chocolate cake, creamy chocolate icing always makes for yummmmm stuff, but this one

“Took the cake” so to say. I have never tasted better or found a cake more apt for squishing and squashing on someone’s face.

Of course, my friends, my pals, my chums (I trust you know who I’m talking about by now) figured in my thoughts. I find it amazing how tiny little “cuties” like us can turn into sizzling babes and rocking punks. Outfits, jeans, t-shirts, tops, skirts, shirts- apna apna ishhtyle and yet each one of us blend together like “ghee-shakkar” and ROCK THA PARTY!!

And a smashing, ripping, swashbuckling party it was. I WUZ THERE!!

2005-05-09T20:26:00.000+05:30

What the??

Caught in The Middle!!

2005-05-09T00:27:00.000+05:30

To say or not to say!! To hear or not to hear! To do or not to do! These 3 things govern people of the world today. The answers to these are diverse, unique and often surprising. They lead us all the way. When you're stuck in the middle, you're trying to protect somebody, trying not to disappoint somebody. You have to take decisions all the time and the kind of person you are determines your choice and your choice shows the person you are.
There runs in my family 2 completely different kinds of characteristics. One, sheer paranoia, the other an air of utter non-botheration(if that's a word). Let me explain more clearly. My sister, now all of 18 years is learning driving. She's a rookie in every sense of the word. Tonight, we were coming back from Taj Mansingh after a rather sad dinner and she was driving(she has a learner's license). Anyway, all the way, I was treated or tortured with frantic shouts of "dheeeere karoooo", "BHAGWAAAAN" and "sssssss" and the occasional "umm, now the gear, stay on the road".
Unfortunately, I have inherited the extreme forms of both characters which makes me unpredictable, sometimes rude, sometimes non-caring etc. etc. I can be mad in a split second and I can suddenly become normal, almost bored, even faster. So, I didn't quite know whether to laugh or to pull my teeth out. I was left at times hoping I reach home alive, at times just sitting back.

P.S. Plz someday see me having tablets. I love freaking people out that way. You see, I pick up a tablet, put it in my mouth and "gulp!!" its gone. A lot of people find that shocking, which makes for good reactions.

The new Pioneer!!

2005-05-05T23:58:00.000+05:30

Everybody seems to be reading Dan Brown these days and not without a reason. He’s darned good. That’s because he seems embroiled in controversy and handling it with aplomb. Remember the April Fool’s day front page report in TOI about Kashmir and Kentucky, something about dividing their latitude by longitude and getting 370(Article-370 special status J&K) Shock mania has just begun!!

All of Dan Brown’s 4 books are spread over a period of a few days and they all race ahead at break-neck speed, with twists and turns, intriguing action, designed to make you shake your head in awe. He leads the reader into anticipating an event, trying to predict his next move. But when the “shock” comes it’s so well, shocking, you can only read on spellbound, each ounce of you craving for more. All this, inspite of the fact that all his books have similar themes- controversy, the sexy lady, the heroic saviour- sounds cliched but he blends them good, really good.

‘The Da Vinci Code”- The international bestseller- The story of the French museum caretaker, leader of the oldest possible brotherhood, who in his death left a code in his wake for all to see but only for Robert Langdon and his(Frenchman’s) niece, I think to decipher. All the time, the odds are stacked against them. Fighting against time, cops and their own friends, getting unexpected help- the book is an amazing churning of events. And everyone knows the famous stab it makes at the church in the form of the HOLY GRAIL and the fact that Jesus married and had a kid.

If you still haven’t read it, go to Tekson’s and buy the darned book- it’s worth it.

His best book in my opinion.

‘The Digital Fortress’- next best

The ultimate code-breaker machine TRANSLATR of yet another “top secret” organization of the US fails to decipher a code. There’s a lot of ado about a ring of a ‘chinky’ guy, who’s apparently holding this org. ransom. The poor people don’t want their and the country’s secrets out. Again another unsuspected villain, unexpected saviour, mind- boggling codes, techniques- very good read. It’s even got a touch of romance and lust. 1 thing I don’t understand- what he writes about are supposed to be well-kept secrets- not anymore, I guess.

‘Angels and Demons’ -Church-time again. Cutting edge technologies, rebirth of ILLUMINATI, the deadly assassins, discovery of anti-matter, he shocks yet again by coming up with a suggestion of the formation of the universe- this brings in a supernatural element. The book becomes philosophical because of that. Otherwise in codes, it ranks 1^st. I especially liked the ambigrams- air, fire, earth, water and of course THE ILLUMINATI DIAMOND. For the ignorant, ambigrams can be read the right side up or the wrong side up(check out ambigram.com). Again, completely unpredictable and horrifying, in the end.

‘Deception Point”- Can’t really say much about it because I’m in the middle of it. As always there’s dire conspiracy within the higher hierarchy of the US, NASA and to top it off it’s election time. Can you think of any more fuel for controversy? Well Dan Brown can. He brews conspiracies and has a knack for confusing as well. This book has a lot of words which sound familiar but actually I had no idea what they meant. I had to sit with a dictionary. And he uses names like Sphyrna Mokarran” to baffle me. That’s just one scientific name, the book is filled with them. And, I’ve only read till pg 191 till now. Sexy, suave, brilliant Rachel Sexton is the protagonist who'll become a hero in the end. that's as far as i'm willing to stick my neck out.

Now, I don’t remember all the details of all the books, so forgive any misquote or wrong fact. However, no misinterpretation will be tolerated.

2005-05-02T23:58:00.000+05:30

dats me!!!!!!

SOCIAL SERVICE AHOY!!

2005-05-02T23:24:00.000+05:30

Unlike common beliefs that I'm an arrogant son of a bitch, there's a soft side to my personality as well. And you can cut out the sniggers.
Our esteemed school is organising social service for us 11thies and a handful of 12thies. I have to say they're an experienced lot in this and we had plenty to learn from the way they planned the trip. Everybody got together in school, got organized and left when the monday test got over.

We went to Home for the Aged as it was called which is in Chhatarpur, far far away from school. So we had a pretty long journey in the bus which we passed by playing Dumb Charades with movies
like "chandal aur uski chandalni" ahhhhhhh.....
Shashibala "ma'am" (the goswami look-alike) told us that we should be nice to the "inmates". That was the first of a few shocks. Next, we found that thi home, is entirely different from where we stay as in it was small, not particularly pleasing to look at. the rooms were miniscule but decent, bathrooms looked horrible.
We had a great time chatting with the "inmates". A nurse, an english teacher, a ranji trophy player we had the likes of them there. We also found there "dadi"- a really sweet old lady who seemed to have met a hell of a lot of filmstars.
We heard senti stories, gave 'em bedsheets, juice, biscuits, sang songs(at which i am useless), heard songs(not the best really), clicked a few snaps.
"Pankhon se kuch nahin hota,
Hoslay se udaan bharte hain"

"khudi ko kar buland itna
ki har takdeer se pehle khuda bandey se puchche
bata teri raza kya ha

Just some anecdotes from our conversations.

LIFE O LIFE!!!

2005-04-29T21:43:00.000+05:30

I’m not talking about the song, but the real thing-LIFE. It seems that presently everyone is concerned with it. The idea was floating around school. A guest speaker, neurosurgeon Dr Ashish Suri talked about it, Ze surd on the sidebar blogged about it and etc etc. So, me thinks the time is ripe for my views on it too, which I have long wished to share.

The million dollar question is – What does life really mean? We see through our eyes, perceive the world, analyze situations with our “brain” as we like to call it. This “brain” is a very mysterious thing. Heaven knows- another “phrase” coined by somebody- how it works how it kicks off. In fact heaven knows how the entire world works.

Have you ever thought about death???? Try, you might find it nail-bitingly scary, Herculean inspiration, heaven knows(god, that phrase again) what.

So think- After me? After I die? It’s a paradox. You can’t figure out the answer. It’s just not perceptible.

You think –“it’d feel like……….. OOPS I can’t feel I’m not there. What the? Then what? What about me? How about the world, my friends? What’ll I become? If I just stop, cease to exist; everything changes. A strange, weird emptiness comes about. There has to be some kind of afterlife- some way in which we continue to live on- see, hear, think.

What is the solution to this? Are ancient and certain modern beliefs true that afterlife is freedom from this material world? Or is this some giant plan, and not the chaotic entity it seems a.k.a. the matrix and we’re just minute nano-particles in the entire cosmos.

The truth seems parsecs away and tantalizingly close moments later. Yet it always skillfully slips away.

Again, just as you think about death, the feelings, the void gets bigger, threatening to overwhelm. Suddenly, a strange calm creeps in. it’s as if someone has suppressed your desire for the truth. Is it dangerous? Are we not ready for it?

I like to believe in the Bahai concept (It’s the latest of what we call “religions”) of God and soul.

There’s a God who’s created a Mr. or Miss soul, if even souls have gender. Let us consider Mr. Soul. This Mr soul wants to attain spirituality, get close up with God, develop himself. He goes through a number of lives, a number of worlds, each time learning something new and valuable adding points in his kitty, vying to reach God. He is a number of individuals, who are unaware of this “greater purpose”, the great beckoning. Hence, life is pointless?? NO. Mr soul knows all selves, he’s focused on his objective, and we have to contribute towards it. Our goal has to be to learn everything about this world, about this universe. Live while enjoying everything especially the ‘little’ stuff because this world is all about little things.

This racing through my mind, I get a little solace like everyone does when they turn to some religion some meditation. The thirst of spirituality momentarily dampened, I go back to listening music, dumping my thoughts as “mysteries of God” because I like Scientists and pundits am unable to find answers. It seems that they are not for me to find……..

Anyone who has read through this, you deserve a toffee.

And for that trouble I deserve a comment.

Machhar mama kahe "satan"a

2005-04-27T21:17:00.000+05:30

Machhars: We'll suck his blood,
buzz in his ears,
Do whatever we can
To get a shed fulla' tears.

Yes, it is the peak of Machhar season. Everyday, i see every goddamn place teeming with mosquitoes with the Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... Bzzzzzzzzzzzz.... in your ears. The army is undefeatable. After all, you can only kill so many of them.
The buggers like to strike at night, when I'm peacefully sleeping, interrupting my street-fight with 20 -30 goons, whom I was just about to bash up, just to impress the heroine. All Out or Good night mats just don't work. That big mouth that materializes to gobble up all the mosquitoes is fictitious after all. Yet, all is not lost. Mortein coils seem to quite effective even though they make it hard to breathe for some time. Or if you have a room like mine, where i can strech my hands to touch the fan, which only knows how to rotate in overdrive- a simple agarbati does the trick. Of course, the God-send 'whirring' above me seems to shoo away the machhars.