these few lines have been echoing my mind since 9 PM today
They are phonetic
they are rhythmic
they are idiotic
"in order to sustain
our mission
to establic ITC
as one of India's largest corporation
through world class performance
agribusiness has played an important role!"
Now when you speak wait and stress each bolded word and then pause
I have been doing it for a long time now and it is really funny
so much for a useless crap on a blog!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Happy Friendship Day
Today is Friendship day, and since yesterday night I have been flooded with numerous friendship days messages as off liners in Yahoo and gtalk or scraps in orkut. Some even actually smsed messages to me wishing "Happy" Friendship day.
Few of the messages and corresponding emotions generated from me on receiving those messages are as follows
1) Hasraton se hum aapke raah saza denge , mohabbat ki daulat hum aap par luta denge , nahi sahi koi phul mere daman me , lekin aapke amad par hum palke bicha denge , Happy Friendship Day - Perplexed
2) Happy Friendship day scribbled 50 times in my scrap book - Indifference , one click to delete it
3) AF - Always friend BF - Best friend CF - Close friend DF - Dear friend EF - Ever friend FF - Forever friend GF - girl friend HF - Helping friend IF - Innocent friend JF - Jovial friend KF - Kind friend LF - Lovely friend MF - Merry friend NF - Naught friend OF - Only friend PF - Personal friend QF - Quiet friend RF - Rare friend SF - Special friend TF - Thick friendUV - Understanding friend VF - Valuable friend WF - Wonderful friend XF - Xcellent friend YF - Youth friend ZF - Zeal friendselect any 1 out of it for our friendship WISH U HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY........ one more click yet amazed at the stupidity of the message creator
4)THIS FRIENDSHIP IS NT ONLY TILL 2DAY..... BT 4 THE COMING FUTURE...........SO ITS A PROMISE FROM ME THAT I WULD B UR FRIEND TILL LYF ENDS -- Did I ask you your promise ?
5)Wish u a Happy World Best-Friends week. Send this 2 all your good friends, and even me if I am 1 of them. C how many u get back. U r lovable if u GET 7... This was actually smsed to me at 2:30 in the afternoon while I was sleeping and it startled me up for a few seconds , Anger
6) Simple plain "Happy Friendship Day" send as offliner -- Bored !
And as I post this message I get another scrap for Happy Friendship Day with some elaborate scribblings which care less to read :)
Few of the messages and corresponding emotions generated from me on receiving those messages are as follows
1) Hasraton se hum aapke raah saza denge , mohabbat ki daulat hum aap par luta denge , nahi sahi koi phul mere daman me , lekin aapke amad par hum palke bicha denge , Happy Friendship Day - Perplexed
2) Happy Friendship day scribbled 50 times in my scrap book - Indifference , one click to delete it
3) AF - Always friend BF - Best friend CF - Close friend DF - Dear friend EF - Ever friend FF - Forever friend GF - girl friend HF - Helping friend IF - Innocent friend JF - Jovial friend KF - Kind friend LF - Lovely friend MF - Merry friend NF - Naught friend OF - Only friend PF - Personal friend QF - Quiet friend RF - Rare friend SF - Special friend TF - Thick friendUV - Understanding friend VF - Valuable friend WF - Wonderful friend XF - Xcellent friend YF - Youth friend ZF - Zeal friendselect any 1 out of it for our friendship WISH U HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY........ one more click yet amazed at the stupidity of the message creator
4)THIS FRIENDSHIP IS NT ONLY TILL 2DAY..... BT 4 THE COMING FUTURE...........SO ITS A PROMISE FROM ME THAT I WULD B UR FRIEND TILL LYF ENDS -- Did I ask you your promise ?
5)Wish u a Happy World Best-Friends week. Send this 2 all your good friends, and even me if I am 1 of them. C how many u get back. U r lovable if u GET 7... This was actually smsed to me at 2:30 in the afternoon while I was sleeping and it startled me up for a few seconds , Anger
6) Simple plain "Happy Friendship Day" send as offliner -- Bored !
And as I post this message I get another scrap for Happy Friendship Day with some elaborate scribblings which care less to read :)
Sunday, July 22, 2007
A Little more junk!
Last week our marketing professor claimed that he never uses a cell phone. This plain fact in fact made many of my classmates look bewildered but to me it just led to the dawning of the realization that my own humble self has been disconnected from the mobile world since last week or two. And to be honest I have been really enjoying my stint away from a device which has made the humans slave to the device which claims it to be the medium of quickest access. But stop and look back, does a medium like Internet or cell phone really serve a worthwhile medium for networking? Does a forward message both by a cell phone or Internet emails really makes you jump with excitement and eager as a yesteryear's medium of letter did.
No wonder it would seem implausible in the present context to imagine a world without cell phones. But a few years ago such a world really existed. And I consider myself really lucky as well as unlucky to have witnessed the advent of cell phones. Back when I was in first year, I am reminded of one of my immediate senior flaunting his Nokia 3310 in front of a bunch of damsels, and acting nonchalant at the same time as if to give an impression to the onlookers that he was actually born with a cell phone in his right hand while his left hand clung to his mother’s umbilical cord. In fact flaunting a cell phone in those days could be compared to my grandpa flaunting a Lambretta to the next door jealous neighbour. Probably if we narrated our grand kids how owning a cell phone was a status cult in 2001 they would probably laugh hysterically puzzled at the lameness of such a proposition.
Coming back to where I started not having the cell phone reminds me of the good old days when people in hostel used to rush to the Public announcement system when they received a call from their family. I remember vividly how we used to queue in the STD booths like a ritual everyday. Most of the gossips floated in college used to emanate from those long queues. Probably back then in XLRI, it would have been the places where PMIR or OB meetings would have taken place. Whatever time which remained was used to hurl innocuous obscenities at those "mashooqs" who used to make long calls to their beloveds and occupy the booth for long hours. The female lovers( Sorry for using a very coarse adjective/noun like that but the next best thing which comes to my mind is hedonistic lovers or amorous lovers) after coming out of the closed enclosures making the calls would give sheepish glances at people who had been waiting for her tryst with love to end. The mashooqs on the other hand would have their chest swollen with pride that they had gone against the “jamana” and had done something worthy of love for his beloved.
Most of their conversations would sound something like this
“Bolo na”
( We would say to ourselves “Abbey jaldi jaldi bolna aunty ME 110 ke drawings karna hai , jaldi jaldi kata do uncle ko”)
“Kya bolu” after a very long gap, excruciating for both the lover and the people in the queue
“Kuch Bhi bolo”
( To this my devilish mind would impulsively flash the word in my minds white board clearly , “ Kuch bhi bolne bola hai to bol do tu C...... hai ”
“Tumhari awaaz kitni meethi hai “ ( Bloody lier !!!)
“Bolo na I love you”( Yuck how can these people be so lame )
“Nahi !!Baba koi sun lega “( As if she was princess Diana and the paparazzi crazy media had been ready to eves drop on her)
“Koi nahi sunega “ ( How did he know, was he using video conferencing !)
“Papa sun lenge , mamma bhi sun legi!!”. (Grr the people in the queue would grunt Agar papa mummy poorani baatein sun chuke hai to isko sunane me kya dikkat hai !)
And thus would continue their illogical conversation making our parents wait on the other line , puzzled what their wards had for dinner.
But if you look back now, picturing those phony conversations is so much more romantic then the conversations which today’s lover do with their cell phones huddled in unknown corners. And actually life would not have been so bad if things dint change the way they changed, or life had just remained like that!
No wonder it would seem implausible in the present context to imagine a world without cell phones. But a few years ago such a world really existed. And I consider myself really lucky as well as unlucky to have witnessed the advent of cell phones. Back when I was in first year, I am reminded of one of my immediate senior flaunting his Nokia 3310 in front of a bunch of damsels, and acting nonchalant at the same time as if to give an impression to the onlookers that he was actually born with a cell phone in his right hand while his left hand clung to his mother’s umbilical cord. In fact flaunting a cell phone in those days could be compared to my grandpa flaunting a Lambretta to the next door jealous neighbour. Probably if we narrated our grand kids how owning a cell phone was a status cult in 2001 they would probably laugh hysterically puzzled at the lameness of such a proposition.
Coming back to where I started not having the cell phone reminds me of the good old days when people in hostel used to rush to the Public announcement system when they received a call from their family. I remember vividly how we used to queue in the STD booths like a ritual everyday. Most of the gossips floated in college used to emanate from those long queues. Probably back then in XLRI, it would have been the places where PMIR or OB meetings would have taken place. Whatever time which remained was used to hurl innocuous obscenities at those "mashooqs" who used to make long calls to their beloveds and occupy the booth for long hours. The female lovers( Sorry for using a very coarse adjective/noun like that but the next best thing which comes to my mind is hedonistic lovers or amorous lovers) after coming out of the closed enclosures making the calls would give sheepish glances at people who had been waiting for her tryst with love to end. The mashooqs on the other hand would have their chest swollen with pride that they had gone against the “jamana” and had done something worthy of love for his beloved.
Most of their conversations would sound something like this
“Bolo na”
( We would say to ourselves “Abbey jaldi jaldi bolna aunty ME 110 ke drawings karna hai , jaldi jaldi kata do uncle ko”)
“Kya bolu” after a very long gap, excruciating for both the lover and the people in the queue
“Kuch Bhi bolo”
( To this my devilish mind would impulsively flash the word in my minds white board clearly , “ Kuch bhi bolne bola hai to bol do tu C...... hai ”
“Tumhari awaaz kitni meethi hai “ ( Bloody lier !!!)
“Bolo na I love you”( Yuck how can these people be so lame )
“Nahi !!Baba koi sun lega “( As if she was princess Diana and the paparazzi crazy media had been ready to eves drop on her)
“Koi nahi sunega “ ( How did he know, was he using video conferencing !)
“Papa sun lenge , mamma bhi sun legi!!”. (Grr the people in the queue would grunt Agar papa mummy poorani baatein sun chuke hai to isko sunane me kya dikkat hai !)
And thus would continue their illogical conversation making our parents wait on the other line , puzzled what their wards had for dinner.
But if you look back now, picturing those phony conversations is so much more romantic then the conversations which today’s lover do with their cell phones huddled in unknown corners. And actually life would not have been so bad if things dint change the way they changed, or life had just remained like that!
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Not another B School ranting
Now that every one of my batch mates have started writing about their first few encounters with the rigours of B School life. I think that it was time even I started penning down my thoughts.
From today I want to start two things which I had left doing since many days, writing blogs and going to the gym.
Now that would sound a little odd to many people who belong to that genre who have been intimated of the rigours B school hardships, and I myself am not sure whether I would be able to continue with both for long. And unfortunately I am sure that it would be my gym regime which would stands to be a looser after a few days.
Here in XLRI, its too difficult and sometimes impossible to maintain a good fitness regime. Discounting the amount of potatoes which is served in the mess and the amount of ghee soaking the rotis served in the mess, the major difficulty one faces is to chalk out a plan to make it successful.
The major problem undoubtedly is the number of assignments and the number of classes we have to attend daily ranging from 8:30 in the morning to 9:15 in the evening. Although we have a 4 hours gap in the afternoon but that time is invariably spent on catching the lost sleeps over the previous nights. For example it has been 3 weeks since i had been sleeping at 3:30 to 4.00 in the morning and waking up at 7:30 and then gather myself to attend the classes at 8:30. Back then in IIT it would have much easier to do so, as in most courses we could enjoy the cushions of proxies and the professors over there invariably did not appreciate the logic of making people attend classes forcefully. Plus it was much easier to sleep in the classes back then with the huge lecture halls, but a place where the professors know your names by the 3rd or the 4th week things get a little more nasty. Any ways even if I cut down in the amount of the hours of sleep in the evening, i would have to restrain myself to succumb to the temptation of the evening snacks and the cup of tea. Now that is something which is very difficult to stay away from since I am a complete tea addict and even as I am writing this I am longing for a cup of strong tea.
Well to all those who were expecting a little more vivid of ranting of the b school life, well what did complains ever achieve, plus I have a economics paper next week and I have multitudes of chapters to do justice to.
From today I want to start two things which I had left doing since many days, writing blogs and going to the gym.
Now that would sound a little odd to many people who belong to that genre who have been intimated of the rigours B school hardships, and I myself am not sure whether I would be able to continue with both for long. And unfortunately I am sure that it would be my gym regime which would stands to be a looser after a few days.
Here in XLRI, its too difficult and sometimes impossible to maintain a good fitness regime. Discounting the amount of potatoes which is served in the mess and the amount of ghee soaking the rotis served in the mess, the major difficulty one faces is to chalk out a plan to make it successful.
The major problem undoubtedly is the number of assignments and the number of classes we have to attend daily ranging from 8:30 in the morning to 9:15 in the evening. Although we have a 4 hours gap in the afternoon but that time is invariably spent on catching the lost sleeps over the previous nights. For example it has been 3 weeks since i had been sleeping at 3:30 to 4.00 in the morning and waking up at 7:30 and then gather myself to attend the classes at 8:30. Back then in IIT it would have much easier to do so, as in most courses we could enjoy the cushions of proxies and the professors over there invariably did not appreciate the logic of making people attend classes forcefully. Plus it was much easier to sleep in the classes back then with the huge lecture halls, but a place where the professors know your names by the 3rd or the 4th week things get a little more nasty. Any ways even if I cut down in the amount of the hours of sleep in the evening, i would have to restrain myself to succumb to the temptation of the evening snacks and the cup of tea. Now that is something which is very difficult to stay away from since I am a complete tea addict and even as I am writing this I am longing for a cup of strong tea.
Well to all those who were expecting a little more vivid of ranting of the b school life, well what did complains ever achieve, plus I have a economics paper next week and I have multitudes of chapters to do justice to.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
What can God do it's so hot !
God wakes up at seven, feels the heat of the sun stealing in from the window. Feels flustered. Wants to sleep more but can’t because of the heat. Wakes up and drags himself to the door to find the newspaper missing, Feels agitated again for unknown reasons, he had stopped reading newspaper after his interview, still strangely enough walks up to the door to search for the newspaper every morning. God shouts out loud to his half slept roommate that the idiot has not the delivered the newspaper even today. His roommate does not bother to respond back. He is too busy sleeping like a donkey.
What can God do its so hot !
Its 8 and God has brushed up . Thinks of going for this break fast to the nearby dhaba who delivers rock solid idlies in watery sambar.God chooses instead of making some coffee for himself, but finds the cup smelling eggs which God had used to making omelet two days before. God curses his maid. God has to go back to the water sambhar,but then changes his plan and thinks of going to the gym. Packs up and then suddenly goes to the bed to take a breather and soon finds himself sleeping. He sleeps perspiring heavily along for 2 hours, waking up suddenly realizing the India Bangla match must have started. Sees his roommate watching Asianet channel, Calls him maddu and what not and asks him to put on the match, which his roommate obliges strangely. God does not feel right. He wanted a banter with his roomie.
What can God do its so hot
Seeing sehwag already departed, with Dhoni playing like Dravid. Feels bored swaps channel to find Maywati happy in one of the news channel vanquishing her fellow politicians. Feels indifferent and finds Renuka Sahane teaching cooking in NDTV profit. Feels agitated at the appropriateness of such a serial , wants to to discuss with his room mate, who has again gone to sleep. God wants to wake him up but feels lazy, instead swaps to Start One with yet another great Indian laughter challenge episodes, with idiots narrating jokes which can only be termed as Pj’s among mature human beings. God is brimming with agitation and boredom now, comes back to cricket sees Dhoni and Yuvraj gone and finds Dinesh Mongia batting with his shots coming at angled bat. Feels indifferent again and swaps channel to see Tanushree Dutta with her thunder thighs in the movie ‘Good Boy and Bad Boy’ , feels turned on but his mood is spoiled by the red haired , Emran Hashmi. Confirm himself that Hashmi is gay and Tushhar Kapur is a dead man living. God is effused with boredom. God swaps to another channel, to come across the information, that India exports software to 100 countries across the globe and finds the hot host interviewing some blue eyed youngster , who all respond that they want to become software engineers. God is reminded of his own days in school when he was attracted by the artificial comfortable life of software engineers. God throws up.
What can God do its so hot!
Its 12 and God decides to eat. Fills himself with lot of rice , detesting the curries at the same time, at the nearby Andhra Dhaba and then promises himself to hit the gym in the evening to eat up all the calories brought up by rice. God is determined not to eat rice for a week more but knows his stomach would not agree to such plans made by his brains. God comes back with an ice-cream, his stomach has forced him to win over his brains once again. God is furious at himself having eaten the ice cream which stores up as much calories as running for 16 mins. God throws up hoping that his metabolism rate will take care of the ice cream
What can God to its so hot!
God comes back to his room. Thinks of sleeping. God has hardly slept for 15 mins , when he receives a call at 2:30 from a lady whether God was interested in the new hutch scheme. God is angered because of three reasons
Why does the evil women have to call God on holiday afternoons when God likes to sleep
Why was the evil woman speaking in Telugu?
Why is so damn hot everywhere ?
God hangs up the phone. God should save God now, he is brimming with agitation and anger. He needs solace.
What can God do its so hot!
God decides to provide some respite to himself from the the uneventfull drab day, God decides to blog, and then he realizes that he has nothing on his mind to blog. In such an restless state of mind , God closes his eyes and starts typing whatever he can think of. In between the pop up comes affront.
“Windows is finished downloading the updates, do you want to restart your computer for the updates to take affect.”
God clicks the restart now button and finds whatever he has written, has gone gone away unsaved.
What can God do its so hot!
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Sunday afternoon Bheja Fry! Read at your own risk
Before reading the blog, one humble declaration - This blog is not directed against any sector of community. Telugu is a national language, and it is as much mine as it is of any person who speaks it.
College ke is paar Hum duniya ko nachate hai
College ke us paar Duniya Duniya hume nachati hai
And thus spoke Amir Khan prophetically in Rang De Basanti!
Well I won’t say I danced to the tunes of life after college but things have definitely changed after college.
The last two years have been defining to the world in every sense of word. It has been the time when Himesh Reshammiya became a sensation from nowhere, a stupid old man Arjun Singh became the topic of abuse among the whole student fraternity, Aishwariya and Abhishek got married and India just coninued it’s string of failures in every sport. But more importantly I began working in an alient land.
I gave CAT in 2004, but even getting a 98.43 percentile with above 96 percentile in each section, I dint get a single call which kept me puzzled for a long time after I left college. I kept asking myself, what would have happened if I had not done that mistake. But if I look back now, that was the best thing that happened, because probably I would have taken that my next degree as another degree, but the break from the student life was a welcome breath of fresh air. And I definitely would enjoy my next phase of college more knowing how much I missed it after I started working. I must admit at the same time that I learned quite many things in last two years.
1) I understood Evadu, Ustunnava and Cheppandi ! I got calls at strange time with some telugu bastard yelling at me at 4 AM in telugu when the last night I had been drunk like a sponge. Some times this is how the conversation went
Telu Bastard: Evaddu
I (sleepy): Kya hai be!
Telu ( now yelling harder) : Evaddu!
I : Abey kya hai chu**** bolega bhi
The fool handing over the phone to somebody who repeats the same holy word Evaddu as if I did not understand the word when it was spoken by the previously person.
I loosing my patience hang over with some other profanity.( Sorry telugu idiot, I was drunk :D !)
2) If you are a north or east Indian staying in Hyderabad, strangest thing to strike you would be to find kadiya patta , in every thing. And by every thing I would mean every thing, even Chicken curry. God bless them!
3) In your office you probably would have got your skin thick seeing people conversing in the regional dialect even in important meetings leaving you to your own risk to understand it. But any ways who ever hears any thing in meetings [:)].
4) I converted from a pious brahmin who thought drinking a sin, to a sponge who yearned for weekends to arrive, in order to enjoy my weekend booze indulgence. Interestingly my same humble self who used to scorn at people who used to puke, commenting why do people drink so much, when they cant digest it ! Now I know the answer.
5) I finally understood what teamwork stood for. Team work stands for getting your work done with the help of your team at any cost [:)]
6) I understood why managers become mangers. I recall a conversation avidly
· Manager : Why had been that thing lying for so long
· I: XYZ, I dint know how to do that thing.
· Manager: you should come to me , when you face with an issue
· I: sure will take care the next time along
Next time :
Manager : Hey I am a little busy, why don’t u look that thing up yourself ,
you are a smart erson who can surely find that out.
I to myself : I love you sir! I learnt the most important trait of a manager today[:)]
7) There were two questions fow which I could not find a suitable answer thingking enough -
a) Why do all the good chicks get engaged with most fucked up assholes in the world?
b) Whom would I rather sleep with if given an opportunity – Kareena or Priyanka!
Difficult question are’nt they ?
College ke is paar Hum duniya ko nachate hai
College ke us paar Duniya Duniya hume nachati hai
And thus spoke Amir Khan prophetically in Rang De Basanti!
Well I won’t say I danced to the tunes of life after college but things have definitely changed after college.
The last two years have been defining to the world in every sense of word. It has been the time when Himesh Reshammiya became a sensation from nowhere, a stupid old man Arjun Singh became the topic of abuse among the whole student fraternity, Aishwariya and Abhishek got married and India just coninued it’s string of failures in every sport. But more importantly I began working in an alient land.
I gave CAT in 2004, but even getting a 98.43 percentile with above 96 percentile in each section, I dint get a single call which kept me puzzled for a long time after I left college. I kept asking myself, what would have happened if I had not done that mistake. But if I look back now, that was the best thing that happened, because probably I would have taken that my next degree as another degree, but the break from the student life was a welcome breath of fresh air. And I definitely would enjoy my next phase of college more knowing how much I missed it after I started working. I must admit at the same time that I learned quite many things in last two years.
1) I understood Evadu, Ustunnava and Cheppandi ! I got calls at strange time with some telugu bastard yelling at me at 4 AM in telugu when the last night I had been drunk like a sponge. Some times this is how the conversation went
Telu Bastard: Evaddu
I (sleepy): Kya hai be!
Telu ( now yelling harder) : Evaddu!
I : Abey kya hai chu**** bolega bhi
The fool handing over the phone to somebody who repeats the same holy word Evaddu as if I did not understand the word when it was spoken by the previously person.
I loosing my patience hang over with some other profanity.( Sorry telugu idiot, I was drunk :D !)
2) If you are a north or east Indian staying in Hyderabad, strangest thing to strike you would be to find kadiya patta , in every thing. And by every thing I would mean every thing, even Chicken curry. God bless them!
3) In your office you probably would have got your skin thick seeing people conversing in the regional dialect even in important meetings leaving you to your own risk to understand it. But any ways who ever hears any thing in meetings [:)].
4) I converted from a pious brahmin who thought drinking a sin, to a sponge who yearned for weekends to arrive, in order to enjoy my weekend booze indulgence. Interestingly my same humble self who used to scorn at people who used to puke, commenting why do people drink so much, when they cant digest it ! Now I know the answer.
5) I finally understood what teamwork stood for. Team work stands for getting your work done with the help of your team at any cost [:)]
6) I understood why managers become mangers. I recall a conversation avidly
· Manager : Why had been that thing lying for so long
· I: XYZ, I dint know how to do that thing.
· Manager: you should come to me , when you face with an issue
· I: sure will take care the next time along
Next time :
Manager : Hey I am a little busy, why don’t u look that thing up yourself ,
you are a smart erson who can surely find that out.
I to myself : I love you sir! I learnt the most important trait of a manager today[:)]
7) There were two questions fow which I could not find a suitable answer thingking enough -
a) Why do all the good chicks get engaged with most fucked up assholes in the world?
b) Whom would I rather sleep with if given an opportunity – Kareena or Priyanka!
Difficult question are’nt they ?
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Yet another story
Yesterday the verdict on the brutal murder of ex IIM Lucknow alumni was announced .
Honestly I felt guilty that I did not know about him earlier or the news struck me so late.
Yes and how truly shameless are we Indians .
We perhaps would have known the personal records of Our Great Indian team but yet would have ignorant about the courage of the Manjunaths and Satyendras who did not trade their conscience for material benefits.
And one word of solace for the Indian masses depressed and shocked after the early exit for the cup
" We cannot expect other teams to stoop to level of mediocrity like our Indian team in order to cater to our aspirations of winning the cup "
Puff and cough..
Honestly I felt guilty that I did not know about him earlier or the news struck me so late.
Yes and how truly shameless are we Indians .
We perhaps would have known the personal records of Our Great Indian team but yet would have ignorant about the courage of the Manjunaths and Satyendras who did not trade their conscience for material benefits.
And one word of solace for the Indian masses depressed and shocked after the early exit for the cup
" We cannot expect other teams to stoop to level of mediocrity like our Indian team in order to cater to our aspirations of winning the cup "
Puff and cough..
Monday, March 26, 2007
The Great Matka and MCA Diaspora
Yesterday at a restaurant I came across two MTechs
Thus went their conversation which fortuitously I happen to overhear
M1( Matka 1 ) : Yaar My institute had huge bathrooms
My Humble Self to my own self : Bastard are you here to eat?????????
M2(Matka2) : Can't be bigger than the bathrooms we had ! We had lots of jaguar fittings in our bathroom which we enjoyed a lot !( Ya probably you touched yourself with those fittings ) Humari bahut Aish thi.
My Humble Self to my own self(pulling out my hair): How can having Jaguar Fittings in the bathroom equate to " aish"
And thus went their demented conversation which talked about all the ignored aspects of college life
The best or perhaps the worst dialogue quoted by one of the matka
" We had such long grasses in our institute that the gardeners were through out the eyar busy, that was a profitable business" ( Ya probably you fed on them ..Donkey)
And yes one of the Matka had a quotation on the T Shirt
" Some like large, Some Extra Large, and some like "OH my God "
Ohh I had enough !!
puff and cough ...
Thus went their conversation which fortuitously I happen to overhear
M1( Matka 1 ) : Yaar My institute had huge bathrooms
My Humble Self to my own self : Bastard are you here to eat?????????
M2(Matka2) : Can't be bigger than the bathrooms we had ! We had lots of jaguar fittings in our bathroom which we enjoyed a lot !( Ya probably you touched yourself with those fittings ) Humari bahut Aish thi.
My Humble Self to my own self(pulling out my hair): How can having Jaguar Fittings in the bathroom equate to " aish"
And thus went their demented conversation which talked about all the ignored aspects of college life
The best or perhaps the worst dialogue quoted by one of the matka
" We had such long grasses in our institute that the gardeners were through out the eyar busy, that was a profitable business" ( Ya probably you fed on them ..Donkey)
And yes one of the Matka had a quotation on the T Shirt
" Some like large, Some Extra Large, and some like "OH my God "
Ohh I had enough !!
puff and cough ...
Hope
As I sipped in those barrels of forbidden melancholy
I realized that it was almost one year that mysticism deserted me
Life is so much more simple now
and yet so much more unfulfilled
One year I had been waiting perhaps to realize
that some waits never succeed
and yet We wait endlessly in hope
puff and cough....
I realized that it was almost one year that mysticism deserted me
Life is so much more simple now
and yet so much more unfulfilled
One year I had been waiting perhaps to realize
that some waits never succeed
and yet We wait endlessly in hope
puff and cough....
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Sutta !
What not people do some times for the elusive Sutta !
A few days ago one of my friend finding no other cigarette shop opened at 11:30 PM in the night went to the benevolent chemist shop who kept his outlet opened so late to inquire whether he sold sutta's. The chemist of course laughed at him and so did I when he narrated the incident to me.
This makes me understand the huge craze for the song BC Suttah.
A few days ago one of my friend finding no other cigarette shop opened at 11:30 PM in the night went to the benevolent chemist shop who kept his outlet opened so late to inquire whether he sold sutta's. The chemist of course laughed at him and so did I when he narrated the incident to me.
This makes me understand the huge craze for the song BC Suttah.
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