My life be like..

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!

"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

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...

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

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...

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..