Actually since I have decided to write again hopefully, i now decide to write some more again
till i indulge myself into it, talking about indulgence, since the day my third term has started i have gone into a strange dose of indulgence in movies, that I have actually started confusing between movies. yet there is this strong lingering feeling that " it is not yet enough "
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
And,,,
And by the way I believe I will restart blogging ...
I mean I don't want to stand as an example of the numerous bloggers who are suddenly struck by the urge of blogging and blog a few and disappear until they have forgotten their password for the blog
I mean I don't want to stand as an example of the numerous bloggers who are suddenly struck by the urge of blogging and blog a few and disappear until they have forgotten their password for the blog
Why ?
Have you undergone the a feeling of uneasiness at seeing some body happy ?
I have for a few days undergoing this experience a lot seeing someone happy and contended !
I have for a few days undergoing this experience a lot seeing someone happy and contended !
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Junk continues!
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!
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!
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.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Life is just like that ! - part II
My brother was born some five years before me. And I am sure he enjoyed this fact to the hilt, the provision provided by destiny for him to rule me. And yes did he rule me through out my childhood! All through out my childhood I remember my brother as a strong bully always taking me to tasks. Some times it seemed that he thought that the only reason I was born was to act like a prop for him to prove his supremacy. Some times I would say rebel against him with a fist fight and then alas my mother would ironically comment “Why don’t you behave kid “! Gosh, being the youngest was difficult.
My brother defeated me in every game we played together. When we played football, and when he would be nearing the goal post with the ball, and if I tried stopping him, he would just give me the most gentle of push and my intimidated self would see him gleefully kicking the ball to the goal post. I tried chess with him, but he was deft in that with the moves he learned from his friends perhaps, and within minutes he would defeat me. In fact the truth is I was so frustrated being defeated by him in chess that I never ever tried the game ever. Hockey, I could never imagine playing with him, it would be like giving the monster a weapon to wield it against me. It was only cricket where I would give him some opposition but even there my adversary would trample past me with the slightest of difficulty. So I was living the life of a vanquisher defeated in all quarters of life by my brother, dejected with defeat in every game our world knew. My brother was interjecting into my life, crushing my ego into shatters, trampling it like the majestic juggernaut and I was helpless. I wanted to fight, I wanted to rebel, I wanted perhaps to start a satyagraha against my brother to push him away my life. I would dream in my grandma’s lap in the long summer afternoon hearing stories of Indian villagers calling for a halt to the atrocities of the Britishers, that some day I would emulate them and rebel against my brother. And finally my dream came true; the unprecedented happening took place in the most unplanned manner!
It was our regular cricket matches we played in our terrace. Readers please note, I had till date been defeated in every game of cricket we played together, be it in our terrace or my neighbor’s terrace (for some reasons we liked changing the pitch conditions to play in my neighbors’ terrace (which our neighbors never in their life liked) where we could reach hopping past our terrace via the common mango tree.). My brother batted first and made a handsome total of I remember, 27 runs in 4 overs. When my chance to bat came, I pondered, 27 is not a big deal you could do that, although I knew that it would have been my best effort till date.
I started well and it would be too bring to detail the whole match although it is just 4 overs so I would come straight to the end of four over. At the end of three overs my total was 19 runs. ( I was out twice though in the course of the first three overs which I some how managed to fudge by crying out loud saying I was unprepared for the delivery, the normal tactics followed by kids playing in roof terraces). I remembered the final over vividly. That was my most important over I faced in my life, those five minutes would turn out to be the most defining moments of my life, moments I have never ever experienced before. I realized that getting defeated now means I would never ever in my life summon the courage to defeat him again. It was now or never, the most important moment of a eleven year old kid. I spoke to myself “Mithun this is the moment you have waited through out your life, you have waited eleven years for it, it is important, it is more important than all the grades you have obtained by toiling hard during examination times, it is the moment which would make you a man, a moment which comes only once in a man’s life”. And with such strong feelings in my mind I faced the first delivery. The first ball was a straight ball which I tried to fend it by flicking it to onside, but unfortunately I missed it and it hit straight my leg. LBW appeal, come one you don’t have LBW’s in terrace cricket!! So 5 balls 9 runs. Next ball was a full toss in toss on leg stump which I easily swept to the leg side boundary. 4 run gotcha!!! 4 balls 5 runs. I could now sense the nervousness not only in me but also on my brother’s face. In fact it seemed to me that there was nothing for me to loose, I had everything to gain and he had his reputation of never being defeated by his younger brother to maintain. You could sense the tensions, the sweat flowing through nervous young tense minds. Next ball, bounced on the off stump, and as I moved my left leg sideward’s, exposing my wicket, and tried to cut the ball, I missed it and I could hear my brother jump with excitement. ”Hmm, the monster’s enjoying it too”! I said to myself.2 balls 5, runs. Next ball my brother tries to emulate the previous ball and I emulated the previous shot, and this time I connect and the plastic ball moved like a tracer bullet to the offside boundary wall. Four runs indeed, I guess I had never hit a ball harder than that day, the hardest the sleek muscles of an 11 years old permit. Now we were tied, I could sense the dejection in my brother’s face, but hold the match was not finished. “1 run, mithun, 1 run, just this 1 run, you make it and you prove your monster what mettle you are made of “, my mind reverberated. Next ball my brother balls it straight and the only thing I could do was touch the ball, and as soon as I touched the ball, I ran, I ran as if I knew no tomorrow, ran as a hungry dog runs at the sight of a morsel of food, ran as if I going to the other end was the only reason I was born. And ran indeed my brother too, to salvage his pride! His bigger legs were moving around quickly than my small feets could. But alas my brother reached the ball, while I was half way the pitch. And my brother picked up the ball quickly to shoot at the brick mansion (wicket) at the non-striker’s end, I panicked with tension “What if he hits the wicket, what would I say to God, what would I say to myself, getting defeated at the hands of victory. That’s what losers are made of !Ohh God help me “, and the unprecedented happened , my brother missed the wicket with his throw, first time perhaps in my reminiscence , but who cares his ignominious act , I had won for God’s sake !!!! I ran through the whole terrace shouting with cheers of “I had won, I had won and my brother is a monkey (I added that to add some masala and humiliate my brother)”, I ran through the streets, of my small neighborhood relegating the story of my glory to everyone I knew, to ma, to Didi, to Grandma, to my neighbor and even to the street dog. And as I came back after my trip from the colony I came back to see my brother’s face, “how does he feel getting defeated, idiot!”, but what I saw that day, I remembered till now, his face did not carry a sense of dejection, instead he smiled at me , a smile which said many unsaid things
Growing up is such a great feeling, and all the while we grow up our life is so small, with our small family, our grandma, our small group of friends. And that day seeing my brother’s smile I realized something that day, how important a part of my existence was my brother. All the years I was growing up, he stood with me like a shadow, teasing me, defeating me, taunting me and perhaps strengthening me to face the bigger obstacles in the life. I have still not figured out his mysterious smile to date, may be it was a smile of a vanquished, may be it was a smile of a looser, or may be it was the smile of a brother who had realized that his small brother whom he has seen growing up from a toddler to this date in front of his eyes, was not a kid any more. Soon he would match him in every walk of life; soon perhaps he would overtake him, and it was time he makes himself understand the fact that his little brother would not remain little for ever! May be that smile told me that he was proud of me! May be life is just like that !
My brother defeated me in every game we played together. When we played football, and when he would be nearing the goal post with the ball, and if I tried stopping him, he would just give me the most gentle of push and my intimidated self would see him gleefully kicking the ball to the goal post. I tried chess with him, but he was deft in that with the moves he learned from his friends perhaps, and within minutes he would defeat me. In fact the truth is I was so frustrated being defeated by him in chess that I never ever tried the game ever. Hockey, I could never imagine playing with him, it would be like giving the monster a weapon to wield it against me. It was only cricket where I would give him some opposition but even there my adversary would trample past me with the slightest of difficulty. So I was living the life of a vanquisher defeated in all quarters of life by my brother, dejected with defeat in every game our world knew. My brother was interjecting into my life, crushing my ego into shatters, trampling it like the majestic juggernaut and I was helpless. I wanted to fight, I wanted to rebel, I wanted perhaps to start a satyagraha against my brother to push him away my life. I would dream in my grandma’s lap in the long summer afternoon hearing stories of Indian villagers calling for a halt to the atrocities of the Britishers, that some day I would emulate them and rebel against my brother. And finally my dream came true; the unprecedented happening took place in the most unplanned manner!
It was our regular cricket matches we played in our terrace. Readers please note, I had till date been defeated in every game of cricket we played together, be it in our terrace or my neighbor’s terrace (for some reasons we liked changing the pitch conditions to play in my neighbors’ terrace (which our neighbors never in their life liked) where we could reach hopping past our terrace via the common mango tree.). My brother batted first and made a handsome total of I remember, 27 runs in 4 overs. When my chance to bat came, I pondered, 27 is not a big deal you could do that, although I knew that it would have been my best effort till date.
I started well and it would be too bring to detail the whole match although it is just 4 overs so I would come straight to the end of four over. At the end of three overs my total was 19 runs. ( I was out twice though in the course of the first three overs which I some how managed to fudge by crying out loud saying I was unprepared for the delivery, the normal tactics followed by kids playing in roof terraces). I remembered the final over vividly. That was my most important over I faced in my life, those five minutes would turn out to be the most defining moments of my life, moments I have never ever experienced before. I realized that getting defeated now means I would never ever in my life summon the courage to defeat him again. It was now or never, the most important moment of a eleven year old kid. I spoke to myself “Mithun this is the moment you have waited through out your life, you have waited eleven years for it, it is important, it is more important than all the grades you have obtained by toiling hard during examination times, it is the moment which would make you a man, a moment which comes only once in a man’s life”. And with such strong feelings in my mind I faced the first delivery. The first ball was a straight ball which I tried to fend it by flicking it to onside, but unfortunately I missed it and it hit straight my leg. LBW appeal, come one you don’t have LBW’s in terrace cricket!! So 5 balls 9 runs. Next ball was a full toss in toss on leg stump which I easily swept to the leg side boundary. 4 run gotcha!!! 4 balls 5 runs. I could now sense the nervousness not only in me but also on my brother’s face. In fact it seemed to me that there was nothing for me to loose, I had everything to gain and he had his reputation of never being defeated by his younger brother to maintain. You could sense the tensions, the sweat flowing through nervous young tense minds. Next ball, bounced on the off stump, and as I moved my left leg sideward’s, exposing my wicket, and tried to cut the ball, I missed it and I could hear my brother jump with excitement. ”Hmm, the monster’s enjoying it too”! I said to myself.2 balls 5, runs. Next ball my brother tries to emulate the previous ball and I emulated the previous shot, and this time I connect and the plastic ball moved like a tracer bullet to the offside boundary wall. Four runs indeed, I guess I had never hit a ball harder than that day, the hardest the sleek muscles of an 11 years old permit. Now we were tied, I could sense the dejection in my brother’s face, but hold the match was not finished. “1 run, mithun, 1 run, just this 1 run, you make it and you prove your monster what mettle you are made of “, my mind reverberated. Next ball my brother balls it straight and the only thing I could do was touch the ball, and as soon as I touched the ball, I ran, I ran as if I knew no tomorrow, ran as a hungry dog runs at the sight of a morsel of food, ran as if I going to the other end was the only reason I was born. And ran indeed my brother too, to salvage his pride! His bigger legs were moving around quickly than my small feets could. But alas my brother reached the ball, while I was half way the pitch. And my brother picked up the ball quickly to shoot at the brick mansion (wicket) at the non-striker’s end, I panicked with tension “What if he hits the wicket, what would I say to God, what would I say to myself, getting defeated at the hands of victory. That’s what losers are made of !Ohh God help me “, and the unprecedented happened , my brother missed the wicket with his throw, first time perhaps in my reminiscence , but who cares his ignominious act , I had won for God’s sake !!!! I ran through the whole terrace shouting with cheers of “I had won, I had won and my brother is a monkey (I added that to add some masala and humiliate my brother)”, I ran through the streets, of my small neighborhood relegating the story of my glory to everyone I knew, to ma, to Didi, to Grandma, to my neighbor and even to the street dog. And as I came back after my trip from the colony I came back to see my brother’s face, “how does he feel getting defeated, idiot!”, but what I saw that day, I remembered till now, his face did not carry a sense of dejection, instead he smiled at me , a smile which said many unsaid things
Growing up is such a great feeling, and all the while we grow up our life is so small, with our small family, our grandma, our small group of friends. And that day seeing my brother’s smile I realized something that day, how important a part of my existence was my brother. All the years I was growing up, he stood with me like a shadow, teasing me, defeating me, taunting me and perhaps strengthening me to face the bigger obstacles in the life. I have still not figured out his mysterious smile to date, may be it was a smile of a vanquished, may be it was a smile of a looser, or may be it was the smile of a brother who had realized that his small brother whom he has seen growing up from a toddler to this date in front of his eyes, was not a kid any more. Soon he would match him in every walk of life; soon perhaps he would overtake him, and it was time he makes himself understand the fact that his little brother would not remain little for ever! May be that smile told me that he was proud of me! May be life is just like that !
Friday, August 11, 2006
Rang De Basanti, a different perspective
May be I belong to those 1% of the people who somehow where not convinced with the plot of Rang de Basanti. I remember watching Rang de Basanti with 3 more friends of mine in, a middle sized “Anand” theatre. And as my other friends kept praising Rang de, I pondered to myself am I convinced with the plot. Let make it clear I am not making any comments about the acting skills of the artists in the movie. That would be ridiculous, of a person ignorant about artistic talents criticizing art. I simply would refer to the plot.
Its obvious people were appealed about the so called “deshbhakti “of four disillusioned youth who were appalled by the loopholes in the democracy and decide to take the matter to themselves!
Let’s start in a frivolous note! Imagine Madhevan was not the fiancé of our protagonists friend . Say would then our heroes acted in such a fashion or would they have been subjected to same moods of rebellion. What say, Madhavan was the person who cheated upon the girl for somebody else, say with the firang ! What would then Amir or the girl say, “usko apne karmo ka fal mila, right?” ya “Bhagwan ke ghar me der hai par andher nahi “and would then the audience undergo the same swings of compassion mood for Madhavan. Ha ha ha , perhaps not !
That’s what my point is, it was utterly senseless of the script writer to make a movie out of personal revenge and mask it in the face of devotion for the country!
What does the movie show? Four youths who have nothing in the world to prove , who spend their time in uselessly finding joy in the most frivolous activities in the world acting as a role model for this generation! Just pause and ponder would you allow your son or brother perhaps to emulate them, wasting their life in petty activities and then finding“terrorism” as a goal to find meaning out of their lives. Yes their carefree candid nature might appeal you, might make your hair stand out of your body, and might make you emulate those activites which they did? But is this life all about?
And what the heck does the movie show. A complete disregard for democracy in a democratic country! If you think that it open your eyes think again, the movie contradicts the very fundamentals of democracy. Are we ever taught to take violence as a means to find justice? Does the land of Gandhi and Buddha deserve no more than this? Is this the respect we render to all our forefathers who propagated the means of non violence as a means of protest? Is violence the only means to finding justice in this world ?
I doubt if the makers of the movie made a progressive movie or a movie which is too retrograde. To me the movie is no more different than those typical personal revenge movies masked beautifully in the name of democracy to earn some brownie deshbhakti
compassions from the cinegoers.
Its obvious people were appealed about the so called “deshbhakti “of four disillusioned youth who were appalled by the loopholes in the democracy and decide to take the matter to themselves!
Let’s start in a frivolous note! Imagine Madhevan was not the fiancé of our protagonists friend . Say would then our heroes acted in such a fashion or would they have been subjected to same moods of rebellion. What say, Madhavan was the person who cheated upon the girl for somebody else, say with the firang ! What would then Amir or the girl say, “usko apne karmo ka fal mila, right?” ya “Bhagwan ke ghar me der hai par andher nahi “and would then the audience undergo the same swings of compassion mood for Madhavan. Ha ha ha , perhaps not !
That’s what my point is, it was utterly senseless of the script writer to make a movie out of personal revenge and mask it in the face of devotion for the country!
What does the movie show? Four youths who have nothing in the world to prove , who spend their time in uselessly finding joy in the most frivolous activities in the world acting as a role model for this generation! Just pause and ponder would you allow your son or brother perhaps to emulate them, wasting their life in petty activities and then finding“terrorism” as a goal to find meaning out of their lives. Yes their carefree candid nature might appeal you, might make your hair stand out of your body, and might make you emulate those activites which they did? But is this life all about?
And what the heck does the movie show. A complete disregard for democracy in a democratic country! If you think that it open your eyes think again, the movie contradicts the very fundamentals of democracy. Are we ever taught to take violence as a means to find justice? Does the land of Gandhi and Buddha deserve no more than this? Is this the respect we render to all our forefathers who propagated the means of non violence as a means of protest? Is violence the only means to finding justice in this world ?
I doubt if the makers of the movie made a progressive movie or a movie which is too retrograde. To me the movie is no more different than those typical personal revenge movies masked beautifully in the name of democracy to earn some brownie deshbhakti
compassions from the cinegoers.
Random musings of a disenchanted being
Twenty three years have passed and even it never ever came to my mind to search an identity. I mean I do know myself, but I always envied those who could describe themselves so easily by an adjective preceding the word “guy”. Examples would be something like, “intelligent”, “smart”, ”cute” , ”normal”, “ordinary”, “average”, “nothing extraordinary”, and “friendly”. I would just discuss the virtues of each and try classifying myself into some bracket, or may be define a completely different bracket for me.
I guess the adjectives “intelligent”, “smart” and “cute “fall into similar bracket. A bracket which appeals to those people who overestimate himself. And as far as I know never in my life I overestimated myself. Infact I always underestimated myself and whatever I got in my life I considered myself plainly lucky.
Now cometh the most common adjectives “normal”, “simple” “ordinary”, “average” and “nothing extraordinary”. No I am not normal; I hate to consider myself normal. Ok, biologically I am like all Homo sapiens with nothing extra ordinary disgusting or nothing extraordinary appealing to somebody. But there is something about me which makes me feel I am beyond the comprehension of some average being. Though I might look so called normal in my thoughts , but then I realize that if I utter every word of my random musings , people would consider me a weirdo. Ever experienced the feeling that you are startled by your own thoughts, I have undergone such kind of experiences. Out of sudden a strange thought would creep into my mind, which would perhaps make me ashamed or proud later, and I would think why did I think so? Any way the human body intrinsically is itself so complicating that perhaps, calling yourself with those adjectives you are humiliating God , who perhaps took ages to plot and make you!
“Friendly”, well I tried to be considering my self friendly, but some how other don’t acknowledge my feeing friendly to them. And then I read this thought from Kautilya
“There is no one in this world who is friendly to you without selfish reasons “
Somehow I believe every word of the aforesaid thought. Too all those who claimed that they have a true friend, I just say wait, read this thought and consider again? Is he with you without selfish reasons? Perhaps not! And if you find such a friend of yours, then perhaps you know everything in this world.
So what do I call myself?
May be some day I will know it finally !
I guess the adjectives “intelligent”, “smart” and “cute “fall into similar bracket. A bracket which appeals to those people who overestimate himself. And as far as I know never in my life I overestimated myself. Infact I always underestimated myself and whatever I got in my life I considered myself plainly lucky.
Now cometh the most common adjectives “normal”, “simple” “ordinary”, “average” and “nothing extraordinary”. No I am not normal; I hate to consider myself normal. Ok, biologically I am like all Homo sapiens with nothing extra ordinary disgusting or nothing extraordinary appealing to somebody. But there is something about me which makes me feel I am beyond the comprehension of some average being. Though I might look so called normal in my thoughts , but then I realize that if I utter every word of my random musings , people would consider me a weirdo. Ever experienced the feeling that you are startled by your own thoughts, I have undergone such kind of experiences. Out of sudden a strange thought would creep into my mind, which would perhaps make me ashamed or proud later, and I would think why did I think so? Any way the human body intrinsically is itself so complicating that perhaps, calling yourself with those adjectives you are humiliating God , who perhaps took ages to plot and make you!
“Friendly”, well I tried to be considering my self friendly, but some how other don’t acknowledge my feeing friendly to them. And then I read this thought from Kautilya
“There is no one in this world who is friendly to you without selfish reasons “
Somehow I believe every word of the aforesaid thought. Too all those who claimed that they have a true friend, I just say wait, read this thought and consider again? Is he with you without selfish reasons? Perhaps not! And if you find such a friend of yours, then perhaps you know everything in this world.
So what do I call myself?
May be some day I will know it finally !
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Mera Parichay
Gosh I like describing myself. I can talk about me endlessly and still don’t get bored.
I am simple, complicated, honest, dishonest, lazy, hardworking, selfish, selfless, compassionate, and cruel at the same time. Confused! Don’t be for it does not fucking matters to you how I am and what I like. Still I would like to put some crap over here.
I am always subjected to a full supply of sharply varying moods. I love my privacy and like brooding alone but at the same time I love talking and listening to people. But I have this weird habit of speaking to myself. No one might know this but I speak to myself a lot hence I never get bored. In fact whenever I am off mood or I am very happy then I would require my friend, my other self for me. For my other self is the only person who listens to my stories my views, my ideas my crap relentlessly without blinking an eye. Of he criticizes me then he also appreciates me. People might often wonder how I can spend so much time alone but no one knows that all the time I have my special friend. O’ h I have seen many of my friends claim that they don’t like to lunch or dine alone or they can not got to KLS canteen alone or for that matter they need a friend to accompany them to wherever they go. In fact I can even go to a movie alone. Ohh God has been very harsh on them. God should have given them an inner self like mine so that they are free from the misery of staying alone.
I like staying alone and I don’t like people interfering in my privacy. I believe that every one is like a runner with his own track to run and there is no reason why others should interfere in my track. I know that some people might think me that I hate speaking and at the same time there are people who will cite I speak a lot of rubbish. I hate ostentatious people, who have opinion about anything and everything under the sun, traveling for sightseeing, shopping, and too much intellectual talk and worrying. I like being alone, eating delicacies, knowing people better, planning ahead of everything, few computer games( but play them avidly). I don’t like things to be too fast and furious but rather prefer them to be slow and steady. I like following my own passions and I do not get influenced by how other people live. I am patriotic in my own way because I criticize my country’s affairs a lot because I would like to see my country improve a hundred times. I am religious but at the same time I believe in religious tolerance since everything religion has its own worth which any other religion of world cannot compete with. I hate fundamentalists of all religions. I am a movie buff, at least one movie everyday and I like watching the movies alone sitting in front of my computer with my legs stretched and put over the computer table. I like reading although I don’t read much. I am not passionate about music but I like hearing to specific numbers over and over again.
“Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good that we oft may win, By fearing to attempt “. How true are these words of Shakespeare? I try to follow his policies most of the times. So don’t I fear any thing? Of course yes mortals need to fear to live. Here are few of things I fear most.
· I fear snakes. Although I have killed many a snakes I still fear the viper than any thing in this world. The silky, shiny body of a snake makes me go into convulsions of fear. My head goes blank when I imagine it sround. This is one reason I dislike rainy season a lot because it this time when all the “ bill “ of the snakes are filled with water and they often come outside when the sun comes out to bask. Just a few days back I dreamt of a snake in my dream and ended up waking up shouting panting for breath. Such is the fear of snakes for me that whenever I see the venomous being even in a T.V I shudder with hysteria and try for solace. SNAKEOPHOBIA that is what it is called. My wildest and scariest dream is marooned in an island full of snakes!!!!!!
· I fear myself!!! Why I don’t know? That is one reason I don’t like people who I feel are close to me. I have heard that people like people who are very similar to them but I don’t like people who are very similar to me. It then makes me wonder how people cope up with me. I would rather spend time with an idiot then spend time with someone who has a nature very close to me. I have experiences some persons and obviously I have never been able to befriend them totally.
This is just the beginning. Keep visiting the site to read more about my life through my blogs. I will make additions to them time and again.
I am simple, complicated, honest, dishonest, lazy, hardworking, selfish, selfless, compassionate, and cruel at the same time. Confused! Don’t be for it does not fucking matters to you how I am and what I like. Still I would like to put some crap over here.
I am always subjected to a full supply of sharply varying moods. I love my privacy and like brooding alone but at the same time I love talking and listening to people. But I have this weird habit of speaking to myself. No one might know this but I speak to myself a lot hence I never get bored. In fact whenever I am off mood or I am very happy then I would require my friend, my other self for me. For my other self is the only person who listens to my stories my views, my ideas my crap relentlessly without blinking an eye. Of he criticizes me then he also appreciates me. People might often wonder how I can spend so much time alone but no one knows that all the time I have my special friend. O’ h I have seen many of my friends claim that they don’t like to lunch or dine alone or they can not got to KLS canteen alone or for that matter they need a friend to accompany them to wherever they go. In fact I can even go to a movie alone. Ohh God has been very harsh on them. God should have given them an inner self like mine so that they are free from the misery of staying alone.
I like staying alone and I don’t like people interfering in my privacy. I believe that every one is like a runner with his own track to run and there is no reason why others should interfere in my track. I know that some people might think me that I hate speaking and at the same time there are people who will cite I speak a lot of rubbish. I hate ostentatious people, who have opinion about anything and everything under the sun, traveling for sightseeing, shopping, and too much intellectual talk and worrying. I like being alone, eating delicacies, knowing people better, planning ahead of everything, few computer games( but play them avidly). I don’t like things to be too fast and furious but rather prefer them to be slow and steady. I like following my own passions and I do not get influenced by how other people live. I am patriotic in my own way because I criticize my country’s affairs a lot because I would like to see my country improve a hundred times. I am religious but at the same time I believe in religious tolerance since everything religion has its own worth which any other religion of world cannot compete with. I hate fundamentalists of all religions. I am a movie buff, at least one movie everyday and I like watching the movies alone sitting in front of my computer with my legs stretched and put over the computer table. I like reading although I don’t read much. I am not passionate about music but I like hearing to specific numbers over and over again.
“Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good that we oft may win, By fearing to attempt “. How true are these words of Shakespeare? I try to follow his policies most of the times. So don’t I fear any thing? Of course yes mortals need to fear to live. Here are few of things I fear most.
· I fear snakes. Although I have killed many a snakes I still fear the viper than any thing in this world. The silky, shiny body of a snake makes me go into convulsions of fear. My head goes blank when I imagine it sround. This is one reason I dislike rainy season a lot because it this time when all the “ bill “ of the snakes are filled with water and they often come outside when the sun comes out to bask. Just a few days back I dreamt of a snake in my dream and ended up waking up shouting panting for breath. Such is the fear of snakes for me that whenever I see the venomous being even in a T.V I shudder with hysteria and try for solace. SNAKEOPHOBIA that is what it is called. My wildest and scariest dream is marooned in an island full of snakes!!!!!!
· I fear myself!!! Why I don’t know? That is one reason I don’t like people who I feel are close to me. I have heard that people like people who are very similar to them but I don’t like people who are very similar to me. It then makes me wonder how people cope up with me. I would rather spend time with an idiot then spend time with someone who has a nature very close to me. I have experiences some persons and obviously I have never been able to befriend them totally.
This is just the beginning. Keep visiting the site to read more about my life through my blogs. I will make additions to them time and again.
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