(NOTE:anybody wondering what remembrandt means, it does not mean anything, neither the thing written below does for those who dont figure in it, for those lucky ones, i hope it doesnt do any harm)
i just remembered,
hathi's jokes,
mohit's robe
neha's rants,
dishas taunts
sonakshi thinks shes a teddy
and paarth is never ready
atuls car
mahajan's pyar
girls making saurabh go round
bhumika's increasing count
nitin's wit
& ruchika's lack of it.
nawanshu's mirth
o dont forget, nidhi and prerna's flirts
meghashyam, akshay, yachika, mehakinder, movin,sumant etc al's brains
the rest of us, we wont ever change .D
-Ankit
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Sunday, December 27, 2009
the year back
dear blog, (cheezy hmm ?)
thou hath served thee well in thine purpose. (ok, enuf british literary reviews, getting to the point)
The year is ending and the blog has given a sense of happenings around myself for the past year, apart from the missing activity of november and december, which i am sorry about, but could do much about because of my attention is more diverted towards the photoblog i regularly update, www.ankitj.co.nr .
The resolution of the last year were to write something everyday which i couldnt do but still i was able to give some sense of direction to my thoughts discussing about random things which had some affect in our lives. i have grown up in the year with newer experiences and newer goals to make for the next year.
for those who liked the blog, i am sad to tell that this is the end of it. its the end of a perfect decade of living a vibrant meaningful life and the start of a new role with more responsibility, more experiences to come and more goals to conquer. i have believed always that there is just one thing that separates you from the rest and that is the brain. no more philosophy, i hope you get the message.
what do i have to tell ? not much actually. some experiences here and there which i would start blogging in the new blog, www.ankitin10.blogspot.com (if the webpage is untaken) . i ask you if you have any things which deserve my views on, anything from lovelife to gravitodynamics (thats geeky, though), from tension in isreal to the serene calm of bora bora (i dont know much about it though).
its good to enter discussions and i ask you if u have something on your mind and want to discuss, gimme a buzz so that we start filling pages of our new found blog.
bye bloggie,
i would return here in the next century 3009 again. (now that sounds like rebirth)
Ankit
thou hath served thee well in thine purpose. (ok, enuf british literary reviews, getting to the point)
The year is ending and the blog has given a sense of happenings around myself for the past year, apart from the missing activity of november and december, which i am sorry about, but could do much about because of my attention is more diverted towards the photoblog i regularly update, www.ankitj.co.nr .
The resolution of the last year were to write something everyday which i couldnt do but still i was able to give some sense of direction to my thoughts discussing about random things which had some affect in our lives. i have grown up in the year with newer experiences and newer goals to make for the next year.
for those who liked the blog, i am sad to tell that this is the end of it. its the end of a perfect decade of living a vibrant meaningful life and the start of a new role with more responsibility, more experiences to come and more goals to conquer. i have believed always that there is just one thing that separates you from the rest and that is the brain. no more philosophy, i hope you get the message.
what do i have to tell ? not much actually. some experiences here and there which i would start blogging in the new blog, www.ankitin10.blogspot.com (if the webpage is untaken) . i ask you if you have any things which deserve my views on, anything from lovelife to gravitodynamics (thats geeky, though), from tension in isreal to the serene calm of bora bora (i dont know much about it though).
its good to enter discussions and i ask you if u have something on your mind and want to discuss, gimme a buzz so that we start filling pages of our new found blog.
bye bloggie,
i would return here in the next century 3009 again. (now that sounds like rebirth)
Ankit
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Frequently asked questions II
dont go down, its British Bull Chit.. :D (just kidding)
this is another version of frequently asked questions (for anyone who really is asking.. anyways)
Hows london ?
its fine ..
how is college ?
its good..
Hows everything going on ?
great. you tell
Have you been to some places ? ?
no .. just here n there
(ok now u understand that i am 1) either busy 2) you are not that important to talk and 3) i am neutral about things .. there is no anxiety)
madam tussauds ??
NO !!!!
anyways, the other stream of questions is :::
hows the crowd in collegE?
see, in my course, there are 30 people, 20 are chinese (guys) 5 indians, n the left are so in a minority to show their heads up... anyways, i guess there are 2 girls in the class .. happy ????
( o did i mention the physics department ??? we need a post for that, anyways)
oh.. the indian guys are all interested in girls and photographs, just for their morbid curiousity .. to see their friend around HAWt sexy chicks and banging and stuff .. dudes ! get a life, things are the same everywhere .. u get the same stuff back their in india ... Importantly, THERE ARE NICE CHICKS >> but then, (o its the same) they are already hooked up ... getting it everyday...
i have to mention this 1 off thing here, a chat with a friend who responds after knowing that the crowd is just normal, not oil-burning hot..
he:hows crowd..
me: bad...
he:i dont believe u ..
me:why ?
he: because they show it on TV serials and stuff .. (referring to friends and big bang theory and HIMYM)
me: wtf ? ? BLOCKED
now, the girls, "cmon.. tell me something.. hows-ur-new-life"
oH its fine !!! anyways, does this sound a little rude ?? (u still did not get it ? ? ? there are better things to do .. please let me TRY doing them and i'll get back to you :) )
guys, I hope that also answered a few questions .. just ignore the acerbic tone .. o yea .. did i tell u about the portuguese chick ????????????? haha ... girls, stay away !! m not-ready-to-mingle....
this is another version of frequently asked questions (for anyone who really is asking.. anyways)
Hows london ?
its fine ..
how is college ?
its good..
Hows everything going on ?
great. you tell
Have you been to some places ? ?
no .. just here n there
(ok now u understand that i am 1) either busy 2) you are not that important to talk and 3) i am neutral about things .. there is no anxiety)
madam tussauds ??
NO !!!!
anyways, the other stream of questions is :::
hows the crowd in collegE?
see, in my course, there are 30 people, 20 are chinese (guys) 5 indians, n the left are so in a minority to show their heads up... anyways, i guess there are 2 girls in the class .. happy ????
( o did i mention the physics department ??? we need a post for that, anyways)
oh.. the indian guys are all interested in girls and photographs, just for their morbid curiousity .. to see their friend around HAWt sexy chicks and banging and stuff .. dudes ! get a life, things are the same everywhere .. u get the same stuff back their in india ... Importantly, THERE ARE NICE CHICKS >> but then, (o its the same) they are already hooked up ... getting it everyday...
i have to mention this 1 off thing here, a chat with a friend who responds after knowing that the crowd is just normal, not oil-burning hot..
he:hows crowd..
me: bad...
he:i dont believe u ..
me:why ?
he: because they show it on TV serials and stuff .. (referring to friends and big bang theory and HIMYM)
me: wtf ? ? BLOCKED
now, the girls, "cmon.. tell me something.. hows-ur-new-life"
oH its fine !!! anyways, does this sound a little rude ?? (u still did not get it ? ? ? there are better things to do .. please let me TRY doing them and i'll get back to you :) )
guys, I hope that also answered a few questions .. just ignore the acerbic tone .. o yea .. did i tell u about the portuguese chick ????????????? haha ... girls, stay away !! m not-ready-to-mingle....
Sunday, October 11, 2009
2days 3nights
9th, Friday, It was my first London sight. waking up to see the dawn, the perfect greys all throughout and the sun trying to pierce it. then the trees .. lots and lots of trees. yellow ones, green ones and red ones tooo ... more than chandigarh itself. . :)
The place is amazing, go on to http://maps.google.co.uk/ and search " 72 Sterling Pl "
(complete address is 72, sterling place, south ealing, london. thats my home ! ).
The first days my feet felt numb in this cold environment however i've adjusted to the new temperatures. There are lots of people of different nationalities, i've been able to interact with a british, nigerian, mexican and couple of indians. there are lots of chinese too, but they prefer goin in packs. i've met french, german, italian, polish and a mauritian guy as well . plus i just met the most beautiful girl i'd have seen in clayponds, a greek (she did not know what contraceptives are, anyways, that later :D ).
My first reaction of my college was very different. Seeing so many people coming in and out of the college but you knowing not even one of them. The feeling just runs in your mind when you just 3 months ago knew everyone in and out in the college. Trivial. The college has its share of brilliant architecture, alongwith the location of it. There are lots of embassies and other 'posh' stuff outside the college and when you come inside, its nothing less. but 1 frank confession. i've seen IIT campuses and you cannot compare this to the infrastructure i loved in IIT kharagpur. the place was huge ! but then this is smaller. but probably more organized.
Anyways, the london weather is something to fall in love with for a few like me but dull for the rest. it drizzles and becomes cold to make u feel romantic the whole day. the ephemeral januaries and februaries of india is the october i am loving and i hope its the same the whole season.
The next day was more exciting with a trip to kew gardens, wait for pictures of those. its a world heritage site and one of the best botanical gardens i've seen. brilliant way to get a person excited about botany and floral life. a must visit for anyone interested in nature !
I feel sleepy to write nice things in detail. i guess thats enuf. in short, The days have been busy, i hope to have settled in time for my classes to begin tomorrow.
-Aj
The place is amazing, go on to http://maps.google.co.uk/ and search " 72 Sterling Pl "
(complete address is 72, sterling place, south ealing, london. thats my home ! ).
The first days my feet felt numb in this cold environment however i've adjusted to the new temperatures. There are lots of people of different nationalities, i've been able to interact with a british, nigerian, mexican and couple of indians. there are lots of chinese too, but they prefer goin in packs. i've met french, german, italian, polish and a mauritian guy as well . plus i just met the most beautiful girl i'd have seen in clayponds, a greek (she did not know what contraceptives are, anyways, that later :D ).
My first reaction of my college was very different. Seeing so many people coming in and out of the college but you knowing not even one of them. The feeling just runs in your mind when you just 3 months ago knew everyone in and out in the college. Trivial. The college has its share of brilliant architecture, alongwith the location of it. There are lots of embassies and other 'posh' stuff outside the college and when you come inside, its nothing less. but 1 frank confession. i've seen IIT campuses and you cannot compare this to the infrastructure i loved in IIT kharagpur. the place was huge ! but then this is smaller. but probably more organized.
Anyways, the london weather is something to fall in love with for a few like me but dull for the rest. it drizzles and becomes cold to make u feel romantic the whole day. the ephemeral januaries and februaries of india is the october i am loving and i hope its the same the whole season.
The next day was more exciting with a trip to kew gardens, wait for pictures of those. its a world heritage site and one of the best botanical gardens i've seen. brilliant way to get a person excited about botany and floral life. a must visit for anyone interested in nature !
I feel sleepy to write nice things in detail. i guess thats enuf. in short, The days have been busy, i hope to have settled in time for my classes to begin tomorrow.
-Aj
2days 3 nights-prologue
Yes, i have spent the london 'vacation' for 2days and 3 nights. I've unpacked settled in and done most of the things to be done at home. Just the college formalities etc need be done.
Now, then, for those curious ones back home, here's my itinerary.
7th was the day i was born according to Gregorian calendar. The circle was complete after finishing my 22 years, and i am again going to be reborn for a new life, a new place and a new aspiration.
when I was shifted from stomach to a hospital bed or something, i was in a hospital and probably the next day i was transported back to my place in Chandigarh. now, I was transported from my home in chandigarh to Delhi and the next day i would be shipped to London with a 40 Kg necessities i have accumulated for these 22 years.
Relatives came to see me and i received phone calls from everywhere. the difference in the 22 years was that now more people to greet me and i have met new people which know me not because of my parents but because of me. I've made friends, good ones, caring ones and some not-so-caring ones. But, i've grown. there is a difference.. or is it ?
i met my sister for the 1st time after being born (she was 10) now i met her after a long time on 7th and she had a 7 year old toddler. the sad part begins tomorrow as this rebirth is taking things from me, after being born and brought up in a family, which was always thinning out, (as in first a joint one, then only the parents, children and grandparents . and now to only parents and grandparents... the children are gone. it feels sad to say this )
ok.. anyways, the birthday was a random sorts this time. some people telling me happy birthday and then finding out about my plan to go for further study while the rest saying me bye and finding out I had a birthday today. anyways, it was the centre of attraction (But then this karva chauth reducing some of it).
8th and early morning i was supposed to leave at the airport, check in and stuff. The plane started 30 minutes late but then the whole journey was great. the crew at virgin is wonderful and warm and so were the people aboard it. Then came london at 8:00 PM (i landed around 6:20'ish but then health checkup etc took some time too. ) i was anxious about the whole process at heathrow the whole time but then it happened very comfortably and smoothly.
The anxiety was also for the question of how to reach my hostel at clayponds and get a room in it. but then things just happened. heck, i even got milk from a friend's place to help me survive the night for the next morning .
more later ......
Now, then, for those curious ones back home, here's my itinerary.
7th was the day i was born according to Gregorian calendar. The circle was complete after finishing my 22 years, and i am again going to be reborn for a new life, a new place and a new aspiration.
when I was shifted from stomach to a hospital bed or something, i was in a hospital and probably the next day i was transported back to my place in Chandigarh. now, I was transported from my home in chandigarh to Delhi and the next day i would be shipped to London with a 40 Kg necessities i have accumulated for these 22 years.
Relatives came to see me and i received phone calls from everywhere. the difference in the 22 years was that now more people to greet me and i have met new people which know me not because of my parents but because of me. I've made friends, good ones, caring ones and some not-so-caring ones. But, i've grown. there is a difference.. or is it ?
i met my sister for the 1st time after being born (she was 10) now i met her after a long time on 7th and she had a 7 year old toddler. the sad part begins tomorrow as this rebirth is taking things from me, after being born and brought up in a family, which was always thinning out, (as in first a joint one, then only the parents, children and grandparents . and now to only parents and grandparents... the children are gone. it feels sad to say this )
ok.. anyways, the birthday was a random sorts this time. some people telling me happy birthday and then finding out about my plan to go for further study while the rest saying me bye and finding out I had a birthday today. anyways, it was the centre of attraction (But then this karva chauth reducing some of it).
8th and early morning i was supposed to leave at the airport, check in and stuff. The plane started 30 minutes late but then the whole journey was great. the crew at virgin is wonderful and warm and so were the people aboard it. Then came london at 8:00 PM (i landed around 6:20'ish but then health checkup etc took some time too. ) i was anxious about the whole process at heathrow the whole time but then it happened very comfortably and smoothly.
The anxiety was also for the question of how to reach my hostel at clayponds and get a room in it. but then things just happened. heck, i even got milk from a friend's place to help me survive the night for the next morning .
more later ......
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Shouting out loud.
what have i been upto ? (well on this blog, nothing actually, but i know that i have made here and there posts which i never had the time to publish it .. so they are drafts only)
the time is ripe to shout out loud.
I am going to london day after tomorrow.
My birthday is going to be in transit in delhi. why ? i'm going to study for masters degree in analogue and digital circuit design. the whole september/august etc were planning, anxiety and nervousness regarding that but now everything seems sorted out. Its like a factory whose land has been bought, the machines all ready and 8th is the day of the mahurat. The game intensifies later when we have to manage it and produce our product, so its not a sigh of relief right now. ok enuf bullshit u get the idea.
Birthday blues .. ahh yes .. this one is the most 'ROCKING' ones of all the birthday's i've ever had.
How does it feel when 50% (or more) of indian women hold a fast for your good health ??
see, people fast for god and tomorrow, its my day .. they are not fasting for the god they want to please .. but ME. with this stupid notion, i urge all the women in the world to fast tomorrow to stand up in the already existing queue of girls wanting to get me.. swayamwar again .. thank god its not on TV. sadly, i dont think i'm interested in seeing up people in the queue anymore.
regarding girls, o yea .. see the philosophy of the lifetime is 'aaj pooja kal koi dooja'. but then what happens if you have seen lots of pooja's and now dont want a dooja ??? well thats the question. ok i am not making any sense. i guess i should stop it now.
PS: u are definately wondering what bullshit is this .. i just wrote that piece of text in like 6 mins. so sorry for the crappy editing.
the time is ripe to shout out loud.
I am going to london day after tomorrow.
My birthday is going to be in transit in delhi. why ? i'm going to study for masters degree in analogue and digital circuit design. the whole september/august etc were planning, anxiety and nervousness regarding that but now everything seems sorted out. Its like a factory whose land has been bought, the machines all ready and 8th is the day of the mahurat. The game intensifies later when we have to manage it and produce our product, so its not a sigh of relief right now. ok enuf bullshit u get the idea.
Birthday blues .. ahh yes .. this one is the most 'ROCKING' ones of all the birthday's i've ever had.
How does it feel when 50% (or more) of indian women hold a fast for your good health ??
see, people fast for god and tomorrow, its my day .. they are not fasting for the god they want to please .. but ME. with this stupid notion, i urge all the women in the world to fast tomorrow to stand up in the already existing queue of girls wanting to get me.. swayamwar again .. thank god its not on TV. sadly, i dont think i'm interested in seeing up people in the queue anymore.
regarding girls, o yea .. see the philosophy of the lifetime is 'aaj pooja kal koi dooja'. but then what happens if you have seen lots of pooja's and now dont want a dooja ??? well thats the question. ok i am not making any sense. i guess i should stop it now.
PS: u are definately wondering what bullshit is this .. i just wrote that piece of text in like 6 mins. so sorry for the crappy editing.
Bday gifts
well this is like a birthday in transit, i'm 3 hours away from my birthday and i have recieved like some gifts already, so it deserves a mention.
the order is random, everything is equally important so dont weigh the ones in the front to be like better.
gifts till 9 : 30 (am sure of more before 12 only)
Headphone set, parker gold pen,wet tissue wipes, ganesh ji mural, besan ke ladu. will keep on updating for more.
the order is random, everything is equally important so dont weigh the ones in the front to be like better.
gifts till 9 : 30 (am sure of more before 12 only)
Headphone set, parker gold pen,wet tissue wipes, ganesh ji mural, besan ke ladu. will keep on updating for more.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Whats your raashi ??
o gawd ! why ? why do people think of imaniac ideas and then even decide to implement them ? after seeing the movie, i feel sad about ashutosh gowariker (and his coffee friends he might have got an idea from to make a movie about types of characters based on horoscopes). Then you wonder why did he implement this idea ? and soon you are like, why cast harman baweja ?? (for ashutosh working wid amir, srk, hritik wasnt enuf i guess, he wants to return to the B grade category).
The movie opens up with a nice start to the plot but drab acting skills by the 'hero'. the first horoscopic lady comes in life n it seems that the movie may not be that bad. But, after the 4th raashifal, the movie goes worse and worser.. you feel like putting an end to all of it, but then u realise that the movie is going on and on with a comic detective side-plot just added to make the story entertaining. your raashi comes and makes u disappointed but you have to watch the movie hoping that the next one may be better .. sadly, things dont get better throughout the movie...
ashutosh puts all his 'cliche' stuff into the movie. his style has definately exposed in his 3-4 directions.
1) make the movie greater than 3 hours making the audience exasperated for water and popcorn and coke. ok, lagaan and jodha akbar deserve a longer plot, but NOT a casual lovestory. People have all the theories already in their minds regarding love and horoscopes and girls etc. so there is practically nothing much to offer for an individual.
2) have like 12-13 songs .. why ? only ashutosh knows .. and its like a pain .. a BIG pain in the arse (unless if the seats are comfy.. thankfully, mine were)
3)social message is a must .. (even in a romantic flick ?? o no !! ) having child marriage and some themes of dowry spanned in the movie, ashu wants to spread the word around .....
The movie has priyanka playing 12 roles (u know dat by now) and she plays them fairly. i just felt the sense of purpose of the movie gets defeated,although. people are so more complex compared to traits to be shown in a 3:30 hour movie. its like a practical part of life, u learn to live with it, rather than watch it for some piece of advice. the songs just reduce the time of narration to like half the movie.
Bad attempt at a novel thing.... 5/10
The movie opens up with a nice start to the plot but drab acting skills by the 'hero'. the first horoscopic lady comes in life n it seems that the movie may not be that bad. But, after the 4th raashifal, the movie goes worse and worser.. you feel like putting an end to all of it, but then u realise that the movie is going on and on with a comic detective side-plot just added to make the story entertaining. your raashi comes and makes u disappointed but you have to watch the movie hoping that the next one may be better .. sadly, things dont get better throughout the movie...
ashutosh puts all his 'cliche' stuff into the movie. his style has definately exposed in his 3-4 directions.
1) make the movie greater than 3 hours making the audience exasperated for water and popcorn and coke. ok, lagaan and jodha akbar deserve a longer plot, but NOT a casual lovestory. People have all the theories already in their minds regarding love and horoscopes and girls etc. so there is practically nothing much to offer for an individual.
2) have like 12-13 songs .. why ? only ashutosh knows .. and its like a pain .. a BIG pain in the arse (unless if the seats are comfy.. thankfully, mine were)
3)social message is a must .. (even in a romantic flick ?? o no !! ) having child marriage and some themes of dowry spanned in the movie, ashu wants to spread the word around .....
The movie has priyanka playing 12 roles (u know dat by now) and she plays them fairly. i just felt the sense of purpose of the movie gets defeated,although. people are so more complex compared to traits to be shown in a 3:30 hour movie. its like a practical part of life, u learn to live with it, rather than watch it for some piece of advice. the songs just reduce the time of narration to like half the movie.
Bad attempt at a novel thing.... 5/10
Sunday, September 6, 2009
frequently asked questions
"ummmm.... wats up in life ??"
nothing.
"where are you?"
chandigarh
"what are you doing ? "
nothing.
"are you studying or working?"
nothing (havent u realised ?)
"job kaha lagi thi ?? havent got letter?"
aricent,CDOT. both havent called ..
next question ?
"o sorry .. "
dont be
"sorry to hear about CDOT.. just heard it sent regret letter"
haha .. dont be .. there are better things in life to do ..
"ummmm... tell me sumthign nice about today"
sorry for the bad alignments (i just copy pasted chat stuff)
nothing.
"where are you?"
chandigarh
"what are you doing ? "
nothing.
"are you studying or working?"
nothing (havent u realised ?)
"job kaha lagi thi ?? havent got letter?"
aricent,CDOT. both havent called ..
next question ?
"o sorry .. "
dont be
"sorry to hear about CDOT.. just heard it sent regret letter"
haha .. dont be .. there are better things in life to do ..
"ummmm... tell me sumthign nice about today"
today was so sunny for a day that i found it sad to see such a sun around
plus i was standing in the shade to prevent my skin to get tanned
n i saw on the right, i billi was seeing me with those nostril like eyes
i was like shocked for a moment
n den i went upstairs to get cam
but then she was sooo lazy n had decided not to give me shots
sooo dat was sadder bout the sunshine
had the mausam been guud she wudnte have got lazy.
so i felt lazy too i went upstairs to sleep away to glory.....
whole august/sept have gone by me breaking my bed
thinking bout nothing, not even philosophy not even life
not even girls .. imagine !!
o btw, did u want to hear that ???? :D
so i felt lazy too i went upstairs to sleep away to glory.....
whole august/sept have gone by me breaking my bed
thinking bout nothing, not even philosophy not even life
not even girls .. imagine !!
o btw, did u want to hear that ???? :D
sorry for the bad alignments (i just copy pasted chat stuff)
Friday, August 28, 2009
movies of the week
this week brings mainly 2 hindi movies, daddy cool and quick gun murugun to the theatres.
about daddy cool .. DONT WATCH IT
its a bloddy copy of the most fantastic comedies ever .. The british comedy .. Death at a funeral .. i just wonder why people copy masterpieces just for the sake of profit. i know it would have a different feel showcased in hindi and probably some reviewers love the movie because of the laughter riot it promises, but its a copy !! go watch the original .... i mean suni(e)l shetty's career is almost in its final stage (it started its downward descent when he added the extra 'e' in his name, talk about numerology or whatever they call it). why would you want to watch him ?? DEATH AT A FUNERAL >> go download it, buy a DVD or ask for a special screening of it ..
now comes quick gun murugan .. o .. i found the movie interesting, novel / bullshit and predicable both. its a confused feeling after seeing quick gun.. its that B grade .. neither its an A grade (great rajnikant flick kinda) movie and nor the C grade ones like 'Gunda' (though its one movie whose glory no movie can achieve again).
While you love with the 'vegetarian' cowboy of the movie in the start, relishing the subtle 'linguistic' comedy (as i'd like to classify it as).. the movie has this 'spoof' humor similar to english spoofs. as the movie starts developing a storyline, it becomes very predictable and with the kind of 'superhero' murugan stunts, it starts getting on your nerve soon.. you want it to end somehow, as you already know the story that the bad guy would get killed and his master plan to 'destroy' the world will be overcame by the hero. you lose your tolerance and then realise somehow its not a movie worth watching .. its that youtube-movie .. seeing its funny scenes on youtube would've been more interesting rather than watching the whole thing .. my final take, if u wish to experiment, test your tolerance levels, that is you have liked 'welcome' and 'bheja fry' both in the past .. (if u only liked 1 of em, u wont like quick gun) , then go watch quick gun ....
btw, i found the theatre of daddy cool half full and that of quick gun murugan, empty ..
about daddy cool .. DONT WATCH IT
its a bloddy copy of the most fantastic comedies ever .. The british comedy .. Death at a funeral .. i just wonder why people copy masterpieces just for the sake of profit. i know it would have a different feel showcased in hindi and probably some reviewers love the movie because of the laughter riot it promises, but its a copy !! go watch the original .... i mean suni(e)l shetty's career is almost in its final stage (it started its downward descent when he added the extra 'e' in his name, talk about numerology or whatever they call it). why would you want to watch him ?? DEATH AT A FUNERAL >> go download it, buy a DVD or ask for a special screening of it ..
now comes quick gun murugan .. o .. i found the movie interesting, novel / bullshit and predicable both. its a confused feeling after seeing quick gun.. its that B grade .. neither its an A grade (great rajnikant flick kinda) movie and nor the C grade ones like 'Gunda' (though its one movie whose glory no movie can achieve again).
While you love with the 'vegetarian' cowboy of the movie in the start, relishing the subtle 'linguistic' comedy (as i'd like to classify it as).. the movie has this 'spoof' humor similar to english spoofs. as the movie starts developing a storyline, it becomes very predictable and with the kind of 'superhero' murugan stunts, it starts getting on your nerve soon.. you want it to end somehow, as you already know the story that the bad guy would get killed and his master plan to 'destroy' the world will be overcame by the hero. you lose your tolerance and then realise somehow its not a movie worth watching .. its that youtube-movie .. seeing its funny scenes on youtube would've been more interesting rather than watching the whole thing .. my final take, if u wish to experiment, test your tolerance levels, that is you have liked 'welcome' and 'bheja fry' both in the past .. (if u only liked 1 of em, u wont like quick gun) , then go watch quick gun ....
btw, i found the theatre of daddy cool half full and that of quick gun murugan, empty ..
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
its my life
ya ya .. i've heard this BS for a long time. its your life .. you control it, you do what you want to .. do you ? o ya.. u know u dont ..
lets start with the beginning...
you're an infant, you get all the attention and all the koochy-koo's. aunties love pulling your cheeks, young girls love to cuddle you and close you close to their breasts... you're the man, the hero and the limelight. you get what you want and you (unknowingly) relish the love spawning from everywhere. this time will never come back so enjoy, flirt and live the best part of your life cause its gonna get worse from here (but you dont even know this fact.. uu too bad)
you become a toddler, you've just realised younger koochy-koo's around you and smaller kids getting the attention. before you know it, you're a brat, your whims increase and you just get know how to win .. you can go to any lengths (that you know of) to get your things done. hit objects, kick people, throw their mobile phones or even try to strangle them. you still rule this small world of yours..
you've started teenag'ing', you start loving bon jovi's "its my life", "summer of 69" without having a faintest idea what it means. Being a pet has just started. your whims have increased to the amount that your parents have stopped agreeing to them, your bashing up has stopped because u've found out you're not the best in business and most importantly, you need money ...
your pocket money finishes out before the next one would arrive. for the sake of becoming a decent person (and more sociable) you just have compromised your want of winning. earlier u were just born to get things done your way...but society (read chicks) have just caused you to agree to people, let them dominate you, cry out loud with petty things and dont know what you really want in life now ..
o yes, you want money. your pocket money is too small for the fabulous eating joints you visit, the petrol required for your car and even your music system. you are being ruled by your parents whims now.. (note the anti climax starting). you need something, you start with the same koochy-koo's they used to do and still they dont agreee to you. finally, with lots of coercion, you get your car, your mobile and lots of things to again be in mercy of them to give you more amount of things.... this suddenly leads you to decide to stand up on your own (your girlfriend reminds you aobut that often). get a good education and a good way to earn money on yourself..
you just try to free yourself from the hands of your nemesis (read parents) . you get a job and now you're started to remember again .. its your life now .. you rule the world. you want anything, you get it (in your budget). you dominate peoples life, your girlfriend has suddenly been more expressive in love and she gives you what you want ... she's 'abnormally' more in love with you now that you can support her lunches, dinners and visits to 5 star hotels.
but (not the pessimistic but here) your u living your life ? ok .. your gf is sometimes a snob and her whims apart, you guess you are.
but what about those 'special' places you go? what is exactly your lifestyle? you just prefer places which have 'special' discounts on your new credit card. you choose places which give you some bullshit points for your purchases. you eat in those restros whose food coupons you get from your company. (they're tax saving on your salary, so why not finish them?) your laptop(or worse, iphone3G) rules you. this is the best part of life after being an infant .. you are just ruled by debit cards, imaginary things and more non living tangible objects. later you know, its gonna get worse ..
you've fought, you've F'd and youve felt for her. you just decide to marry your partner since a long time. . .. you know you're just about to throw yourself into a circular abyss of unending pain. you still do it. you know who rules your life.. now 60% of your income is used up in her kitty parties, saris, jewellery etc while the rest 40% your'e too scared to spend because "She-wants-a-kid" has just started whizzing your head all these nights you try for blissful slumber.
anyways, you've now grown into your 40's .. you have 2 kids and you definately know whats wrong with your life. your wish was to do what you want. you know it comes with money. you have lots of money .. wats the problem ?? your job sucks, your wife sucks more and your kids have just sucked up their thumbs so much that it hurts.. ahh .. the money.. yes. . but then lets see the expenditure .. your 60% goes for food-rent and so-called lifestyle that you live. you visit clubs in the weekends and go for some odd holidays (making an effort to think life is getting better). the 40% you try to save for your kids because you just dont want them to crib about pocket money the way you had to. (but u just have that inkling feeling all that is just going to repeat.. your kid has replaced you, you have replaced your parents .. you just miss them now and always think what would they have done if they were you .. gosh .. have you become wiser ? no .. u just want not to)
you're about to die and know you perfectly know wats right about life. its just that you were wrong everytime. you've found out how not to live a life .. or no ? you've taken your chances.. you've done everything right... have you ?? o yes .. you've just lived your life ...
lets start with the beginning...
you're an infant, you get all the attention and all the koochy-koo's. aunties love pulling your cheeks, young girls love to cuddle you and close you close to their breasts... you're the man, the hero and the limelight. you get what you want and you (unknowingly) relish the love spawning from everywhere. this time will never come back so enjoy, flirt and live the best part of your life cause its gonna get worse from here (but you dont even know this fact.. uu too bad)
you become a toddler, you've just realised younger koochy-koo's around you and smaller kids getting the attention. before you know it, you're a brat, your whims increase and you just get know how to win .. you can go to any lengths (that you know of) to get your things done. hit objects, kick people, throw their mobile phones or even try to strangle them. you still rule this small world of yours..
you've started teenag'ing', you start loving bon jovi's "its my life", "summer of 69" without having a faintest idea what it means. Being a pet has just started. your whims have increased to the amount that your parents have stopped agreeing to them, your bashing up has stopped because u've found out you're not the best in business and most importantly, you need money ...
your pocket money finishes out before the next one would arrive. for the sake of becoming a decent person (and more sociable) you just have compromised your want of winning. earlier u were just born to get things done your way...but society (read chicks) have just caused you to agree to people, let them dominate you, cry out loud with petty things and dont know what you really want in life now ..
o yes, you want money. your pocket money is too small for the fabulous eating joints you visit, the petrol required for your car and even your music system. you are being ruled by your parents whims now.. (note the anti climax starting). you need something, you start with the same koochy-koo's they used to do and still they dont agreee to you. finally, with lots of coercion, you get your car, your mobile and lots of things to again be in mercy of them to give you more amount of things.... this suddenly leads you to decide to stand up on your own (your girlfriend reminds you aobut that often). get a good education and a good way to earn money on yourself..
you just try to free yourself from the hands of your nemesis (read parents) . you get a job and now you're started to remember again .. its your life now .. you rule the world. you want anything, you get it (in your budget). you dominate peoples life, your girlfriend has suddenly been more expressive in love and she gives you what you want ... she's 'abnormally' more in love with you now that you can support her lunches, dinners and visits to 5 star hotels.
but (not the pessimistic but here) your u living your life ? ok .. your gf is sometimes a snob and her whims apart, you guess you are.
but what about those 'special' places you go? what is exactly your lifestyle? you just prefer places which have 'special' discounts on your new credit card. you choose places which give you some bullshit points for your purchases. you eat in those restros whose food coupons you get from your company. (they're tax saving on your salary, so why not finish them?) your laptop(or worse, iphone3G) rules you. this is the best part of life after being an infant .. you are just ruled by debit cards, imaginary things and more non living tangible objects. later you know, its gonna get worse ..
you've fought, you've F'd and youve felt for her. you just decide to marry your partner since a long time. . .. you know you're just about to throw yourself into a circular abyss of unending pain. you still do it. you know who rules your life.. now 60% of your income is used up in her kitty parties, saris, jewellery etc while the rest 40% your'e too scared to spend because "She-wants-a-kid" has just started whizzing your head all these nights you try for blissful slumber.
anyways, you've now grown into your 40's .. you have 2 kids and you definately know whats wrong with your life. your wish was to do what you want. you know it comes with money. you have lots of money .. wats the problem ?? your job sucks, your wife sucks more and your kids have just sucked up their thumbs so much that it hurts.. ahh .. the money.. yes. . but then lets see the expenditure .. your 60% goes for food-rent and so-called lifestyle that you live. you visit clubs in the weekends and go for some odd holidays (making an effort to think life is getting better). the 40% you try to save for your kids because you just dont want them to crib about pocket money the way you had to. (but u just have that inkling feeling all that is just going to repeat.. your kid has replaced you, you have replaced your parents .. you just miss them now and always think what would they have done if they were you .. gosh .. have you become wiser ? no .. u just want not to)
you're about to die and know you perfectly know wats right about life. its just that you were wrong everytime. you've found out how not to live a life .. or no ? you've taken your chances.. you've done everything right... have you ?? o yes .. you've just lived your life ...
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
and the adventure of patrolis
We'll august 15th has been a high alert day for the whole of india. no one wants any kind of unsocial activity on that day. the liquour shops are supposedly closed, and the holiday is meant to be a relaxing one. The middle age people either meet out people or spend the day catching up their sleep. The young ones have a reason to party while for some, thinking about India, freedom and democracy for 1-2 minutes gives a high which they boast on their twitter feeds or facebook status'es. Well, there's nothing special about the day and that no-nonsense feeling of patriotism which kindles minds of people (for a minute or so) is just bullshit, anyways, later on that.
My august, has been a lazy one. This wouldnt have been any different. even the holiday was reduced to a No-Holiday because it came on a saturday. My sleep was disturbed innumerable times, marking it a special day compared to the rest of august, with phones, people coming for meeting etc. anyways, i was rebellious to the signals and decided to wake up at 2PM only. i had to catch up with friends over a friend's birthday party (i missed calling him on his birthday and i felt so guilty for that, i didnt call him up even then). Mom had brute-force persuaded me to have a 'mini' lunch before i went to meet them and i had to eat 2 rotis up to leave home. We were meeting because of the holidays of the 'luckier' friends which were on job in gurgaon, noida etc.
Thankfully, we catched up in 17 and my friends werent interested in eating at 3. we went for 'jean' hunting for my 'birthday' friend. as usual, it happened the other way around, with me shopping some random sweatshirt and he was still in the deciding frame of mind. but then happened the main lunch, at 5. i had a 3 course meal, with the first two at hot millions salad bar, the last one at oven fresh. soup followed by fajita and chocolate fantasy, my stomach felt filled and the taste buds joyously happy. sector 17 seemed strangefully filled up with a mob of people and more importantly, a semi- mob of police, roaming around the region to be on toes in case something fishy happens. with swine flu and bomb scare, i wondered why do people come in large quantities to public places ?? the end of season sale, i guess..... came 6 and i had decided to get some work done, so i went to panchkula only to find the roads jam packed with traffic. august 15th ! yes .. another reason to stay at home.
while returning home, i was called up again to find another party (this time a dinner) in 17. it was 8 now, and after returning home and dropping mom, i was again on my way to 17, for a friend's 1st salary party, at taj. the day was definately out of the world, for my routine of august. Home, home and home with activities like sleep food sleep continuing in a cyclic manner. anyways, taj was an okay experience for the culinary me, with average food and some better than average desserts. comparing the price listing of the buffet and the quality of food + service of the staff, my friends seemed utterly disappointed, though.
its 10 and theres just mention of food food and food in this post.. where's the adventure ?? here it comes patient readers.. we decide to go at sukhna lake for some 'digestion' and passing time together after a long time of passing out of college, where we were enjoying all those 'stupid' discussions which dont have an answer, yet has intrigued us in our 4 years of college . the same things with the same endings, nothing can change minds of people, not even the sophistication of job and the matarial possession of money. anyways, while going back came the biggest suprize of the day.. while we were in logical fight over whose point of view is correct, waiting for us were a couple of policemen, seeing our car parked in a not-so-legal parking with specially 15th august as a backdrop. They say they were patrolling the region and found out 3 cars parked here, of which 1 was of a family, this one of 4 guys (talking in a loud manner) and the last car remained a mystery whose it was. we were in for a shock after the 'haryana' guy had taken up the car documents and written a report about 'his' discovery. he asked us is everyone feeling healthy ? our answers of yes were followed by, ok , you have to stay up in jail til 11AM tomorrow, so you better be feeling it. lots of more hard-talk, followed by our coercion followed. the details are not worth explaining, but gladly,we were saved after 45 minutes of listening to him . ... and all the while, i just remembered the innumerable experiences i had with police, everyone being so different and yet so same..
My august, has been a lazy one. This wouldnt have been any different. even the holiday was reduced to a No-Holiday because it came on a saturday. My sleep was disturbed innumerable times, marking it a special day compared to the rest of august, with phones, people coming for meeting etc. anyways, i was rebellious to the signals and decided to wake up at 2PM only. i had to catch up with friends over a friend's birthday party (i missed calling him on his birthday and i felt so guilty for that, i didnt call him up even then). Mom had brute-force persuaded me to have a 'mini' lunch before i went to meet them and i had to eat 2 rotis up to leave home. We were meeting because of the holidays of the 'luckier' friends which were on job in gurgaon, noida etc.
Thankfully, we catched up in 17 and my friends werent interested in eating at 3. we went for 'jean' hunting for my 'birthday' friend. as usual, it happened the other way around, with me shopping some random sweatshirt and he was still in the deciding frame of mind. but then happened the main lunch, at 5. i had a 3 course meal, with the first two at hot millions salad bar, the last one at oven fresh. soup followed by fajita and chocolate fantasy, my stomach felt filled and the taste buds joyously happy. sector 17 seemed strangefully filled up with a mob of people and more importantly, a semi- mob of police, roaming around the region to be on toes in case something fishy happens. with swine flu and bomb scare, i wondered why do people come in large quantities to public places ?? the end of season sale, i guess..... came 6 and i had decided to get some work done, so i went to panchkula only to find the roads jam packed with traffic. august 15th ! yes .. another reason to stay at home.
while returning home, i was called up again to find another party (this time a dinner) in 17. it was 8 now, and after returning home and dropping mom, i was again on my way to 17, for a friend's 1st salary party, at taj. the day was definately out of the world, for my routine of august. Home, home and home with activities like sleep food sleep continuing in a cyclic manner. anyways, taj was an okay experience for the culinary me, with average food and some better than average desserts. comparing the price listing of the buffet and the quality of food + service of the staff, my friends seemed utterly disappointed, though.
its 10 and theres just mention of food food and food in this post.. where's the adventure ?? here it comes patient readers.. we decide to go at sukhna lake for some 'digestion' and passing time together after a long time of passing out of college, where we were enjoying all those 'stupid' discussions which dont have an answer, yet has intrigued us in our 4 years of college . the same things with the same endings, nothing can change minds of people, not even the sophistication of job and the matarial possession of money. anyways, while going back came the biggest suprize of the day.. while we were in logical fight over whose point of view is correct, waiting for us were a couple of policemen, seeing our car parked in a not-so-legal parking with specially 15th august as a backdrop. They say they were patrolling the region and found out 3 cars parked here, of which 1 was of a family, this one of 4 guys (talking in a loud manner) and the last car remained a mystery whose it was. we were in for a shock after the 'haryana' guy had taken up the car documents and written a report about 'his' discovery. he asked us is everyone feeling healthy ? our answers of yes were followed by, ok , you have to stay up in jail til 11AM tomorrow, so you better be feeling it. lots of more hard-talk, followed by our coercion followed. the details are not worth explaining, but gladly,we were saved after 45 minutes of listening to him . ... and all the while, i just remembered the innumerable experiences i had with police, everyone being so different and yet so same..
Saturday, August 15, 2009
kaminey.... 8/10
We've seen so much of the RGV stuff about " jai maharashtra" and the style. plus, talk about 'judwa' movies .. There are things which might make you feel there's something familiar what kaminey offers. NOT.
Well, attempting a dark comedy is difficult, especially about mafia (that too in the settings of maharashtra). The movie is a dark comedy, with an adventurous plot and an action setting. The movie almost achieves what it wants to. its brilliant in execution, with some freelance direction and good screenplay. the story revolves around parallel tracks of brothers wanting to live their own lives, but they're bound to collide. The storytelling warps in the movie where we witness a normal movie and then suddenly so much happens that you fee like rewinding back. The pace is varying and there is something to keep you edged on your seat. And the final scene comes similar to "lock, stock and 2 smoking barrels", in an indian environment, really perfect, spotless direction.
The direction just in-phase with the contemporary age of experimental cinema. we see perfect lighting for the scenes and low shots in the movies. the songs are nice, too. the movie in whole is a great watch for people who have the taste of seeing action or adventure scripts. A nice movie, watch it.
Shahid's acting is good, limited in his roles but very methodical. priyanka tries a kareena of JWM (or the asin of ghajini, for that matter) and plays it smoothly. However, editing the viewer with a lost feeling sometimes. There are certain potholes scattered throughout the movie, which could have either explained or avoided, atleast. and yes, the movie seems a little predictable sometimes, but its maximum criticism it deserves. go on experimenting bollywood !
o ya, n i really wonder why it got A certificate .. there is nothing A about it..
Well, attempting a dark comedy is difficult, especially about mafia (that too in the settings of maharashtra). The movie is a dark comedy, with an adventurous plot and an action setting. The movie almost achieves what it wants to. its brilliant in execution, with some freelance direction and good screenplay. the story revolves around parallel tracks of brothers wanting to live their own lives, but they're bound to collide. The storytelling warps in the movie where we witness a normal movie and then suddenly so much happens that you fee like rewinding back. The pace is varying and there is something to keep you edged on your seat. And the final scene comes similar to "lock, stock and 2 smoking barrels", in an indian environment, really perfect, spotless direction.
The direction just in-phase with the contemporary age of experimental cinema. we see perfect lighting for the scenes and low shots in the movies. the songs are nice, too. the movie in whole is a great watch for people who have the taste of seeing action or adventure scripts. A nice movie, watch it.
Shahid's acting is good, limited in his roles but very methodical. priyanka tries a kareena of JWM (or the asin of ghajini, for that matter) and plays it smoothly. However, editing the viewer with a lost feeling sometimes. There are certain potholes scattered throughout the movie, which could have either explained or avoided, atleast. and yes, the movie seems a little predictable sometimes, but its maximum criticism it deserves. go on experimenting bollywood !
o ya, n i really wonder why it got A certificate .. there is nothing A about it..
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The battle of algiers
Long time since i've been watching a movie. I didnt understand why i chose to watch this movie, a true story about a war, the Revolution of algiers (happened in the late 1950's-1962. ). The storyline is supposed to be a documentary (i guess) about the uprising, but is beautifully unfolded with sense of justice given to the 'terrorists'. Its shown in a neutral setting, where the director has not tried defending any of the sides, but vividly described the events in a timeline manner. The screenplay is not lacking, in any respect, with the feeling of anxiety, nervousness, empathy and most importantly, the sad eventuality of war, suffering sprinkled throughout the movie. If watching non-fiction is your piece of cake, go for it. (remember its a black and white + french/arabic, so english subtitles are a must)
More deeply the movie also tries to capture with the reason of 'terrorism'. Ali, a culprit, thief and petty criminal joins the revolution for no particular reasons, but since he's already against the french police, he might as well join some organisation. The revolution starts kicking off, with young women, children shown to have a major role in it. It shows that the muslims were the people to revolt against the french and their tactics, pretty much guerrila, like the contemporary times. While discussing about their cause"Revolutions never won by terrorist activities, its just provides a start."This just makes you wonder the harsh reality of south asia, the same tactics repeated with the 'different' mentality (as we may say, but never actually know who is right).
And then you realise, probably, as the time ticks on, more events unfold, the present becomes history, we may actually find out all the answers about what actually happens in south asia and why should we be bothered ? because its our home and sooner or later, we may be directly affected/involved. fatalism?? NO. ("hopefully never we'd have to deal with that situation ")
More deeply the movie also tries to capture with the reason of 'terrorism'. Ali, a culprit, thief and petty criminal joins the revolution for no particular reasons, but since he's already against the french police, he might as well join some organisation. The revolution starts kicking off, with young women, children shown to have a major role in it. It shows that the muslims were the people to revolt against the french and their tactics, pretty much guerrila, like the contemporary times. While discussing about their cause"Revolutions never won by terrorist activities, its just provides a start."This just makes you wonder the harsh reality of south asia, the same tactics repeated with the 'different' mentality (as we may say, but never actually know who is right).
And then you realise, probably, as the time ticks on, more events unfold, the present becomes history, we may actually find out all the answers about what actually happens in south asia and why should we be bothered ? because its our home and sooner or later, we may be directly affected/involved. fatalism?? NO. ("hopefully never we'd have to deal with that situation ")
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
sample chain of thoughts
its been a week since i've been jogging in a park (suprised ?). Whenever i reach the play area (where there are lots of kids and their rides), i have, strangely, witnessed the same scene all the 7 days..
It takes me about 30 seconds to cross that place. There's a tin-house on the right of the jogging track, the place where groups of kids are seen playing hide-and-seek. The scene goes like this. The seeker is face towards the tin house and counting and one or two other brats are just standing beside him, waiting for his count to end and do touch them as soon as he faces the world. This same anxious scene awaits me when i reach the place, though with different people. Today it fast forwarded, when i saw a young lass cribbing about her 'den' (what do you call that in english ? ). she was apparently telling a younger girl to go away and not stand here again while she counts 20.
This hide and seek always memories which were associated with you. your childhood was never complete without the game. Playing at home, in the rooms, with cousins. running here and there, being still and waiting for the seeker to come near you so that you can pounce on them and so on. then you grow up and played with your neighbours, running from one house to another and finding places to hide. The rule-breaking followed with you trying to be more adventurous and make it almost impossible for the seeker to find you. Then growing up, but not just that. you then played hide and seek with 'bachas' half your age and you just feel so superior that you just cant lose with them ... you're giving them a lesson to learn and, in the meantime, doing kiddish timepass, yourself.
Coming back, i realise i am still jogging and that i've left the tin hut and probably the girl has stopped counting.. This same common lame thing that kids do. why is it that kids try to attempt that same old joke everyday ? every time the kid does that he would have felt witty and thinks he thought out-of-the-box. only a passerby like me knows that everyday the same trick is being repeated and this so common a thing deserves no applause or a feeling of 'new'ness.
How witty can a common man get ? his wits are, on maximum potential, common. there is nothing called as 'new'. the same thing keeps on happening, but in different situations. Only these situations define the success of the thing attempted by you, because, there are so many people in this universe that even if 1% tries to attempt the same thing as you do, then also we're competing with a million people. The only difference (i hope) is that you're probably that your situation is better off than others. Relying on your individuality is passe now. All you can rely on is your environment around you and how it would favour to to perform better than others. But then, you say there are people which have individuality. Talk about inventors, fraudsters (even people who've indulged in a big scam). Did they do something different ? or was it just plain assessment of the situation in front of them ? i guess the latter. You're just common, like any other person. you dont think so ? you're even more common because every commoner thinks he's different.
o what have i reached upto ? why does a simple small incident end up in a philosophy that you think would change the world ? its just a sample chain of thoughts. you'd probably divert yourself from it, cut it before you realise its getting bullshit or probably end up making your own. ;)
It takes me about 30 seconds to cross that place. There's a tin-house on the right of the jogging track, the place where groups of kids are seen playing hide-and-seek. The scene goes like this. The seeker is face towards the tin house and counting and one or two other brats are just standing beside him, waiting for his count to end and do touch them as soon as he faces the world. This same anxious scene awaits me when i reach the place, though with different people. Today it fast forwarded, when i saw a young lass cribbing about her 'den' (what do you call that in english ? ). she was apparently telling a younger girl to go away and not stand here again while she counts 20.
This hide and seek always memories which were associated with you. your childhood was never complete without the game. Playing at home, in the rooms, with cousins. running here and there, being still and waiting for the seeker to come near you so that you can pounce on them and so on. then you grow up and played with your neighbours, running from one house to another and finding places to hide. The rule-breaking followed with you trying to be more adventurous and make it almost impossible for the seeker to find you. Then growing up, but not just that. you then played hide and seek with 'bachas' half your age and you just feel so superior that you just cant lose with them ... you're giving them a lesson to learn and, in the meantime, doing kiddish timepass, yourself.
Coming back, i realise i am still jogging and that i've left the tin hut and probably the girl has stopped counting.. This same common lame thing that kids do. why is it that kids try to attempt that same old joke everyday ? every time the kid does that he would have felt witty and thinks he thought out-of-the-box. only a passerby like me knows that everyday the same trick is being repeated and this so common a thing deserves no applause or a feeling of 'new'ness.
How witty can a common man get ? his wits are, on maximum potential, common. there is nothing called as 'new'. the same thing keeps on happening, but in different situations. Only these situations define the success of the thing attempted by you, because, there are so many people in this universe that even if 1% tries to attempt the same thing as you do, then also we're competing with a million people. The only difference (i hope) is that you're probably that your situation is better off than others. Relying on your individuality is passe now. All you can rely on is your environment around you and how it would favour to to perform better than others. But then, you say there are people which have individuality. Talk about inventors, fraudsters (even people who've indulged in a big scam). Did they do something different ? or was it just plain assessment of the situation in front of them ? i guess the latter. You're just common, like any other person. you dont think so ? you're even more common because every commoner thinks he's different.
o what have i reached upto ? why does a simple small incident end up in a philosophy that you think would change the world ? its just a sample chain of thoughts. you'd probably divert yourself from it, cut it before you realise its getting bullshit or probably end up making your own. ;)
Saturday, August 8, 2009
meera
meera... its not just a mythical name, but a mystical one. there's something about meera. it gives a sense of calmness n smooth caressing feeling about it. Mythology was that she was the greatest devotee of lord krishna, a disciple who would go to the length of dancing in the streets of the city to proclaim her affection and devotion for a person. A character of immense overflowing love and equally divine feel about her.
No, this post is not about deepika padukone's role in Love aajkal, her name meera, and her expressions, her sense of acting, brilliant. She seems almost flawless doing scenes of flirtacious happy-go-lucky girl and equally marvellous making those impressive smiles to remove the ground beneath your legs.... she hooks onto your desires and just leaves that feeling of wanting more with her smile. Yes, Saif, you were right in the movie, her smile can knock the living senses out of a person.
Neither is it about the lovely meera-ji of office office, the smart, suave sweet lady whose like all other women near you, a little flabby, a little nervous but most importantly, a lady to be loved. She's the main role of the series (which ended, though i wished it never did). And its definately not about that new 'meera' serial on NDTV depicting the mythological character.
its about the memory of the person named meera. all i could manage was just a small picture of her, on http://www.tribuneindia.com/2002/20020115/ldh.htm#com .. scroll down and you'll find a young girl, who has no substitute for hardwork. Its the only reason that explains i liked PECFest's for the 4 years, why i find valentines to be an interesting day and why i like girls in honda city. missin u meera and wishing you a happy life, wherever you are...
No, this post is not about deepika padukone's role in Love aajkal, her name meera, and her expressions, her sense of acting, brilliant. She seems almost flawless doing scenes of flirtacious happy-go-lucky girl and equally marvellous making those impressive smiles to remove the ground beneath your legs.... she hooks onto your desires and just leaves that feeling of wanting more with her smile. Yes, Saif, you were right in the movie, her smile can knock the living senses out of a person.
Neither is it about the lovely meera-ji of office office, the smart, suave sweet lady whose like all other women near you, a little flabby, a little nervous but most importantly, a lady to be loved. She's the main role of the series (which ended, though i wished it never did). And its definately not about that new 'meera' serial on NDTV depicting the mythological character.
its about the memory of the person named meera. all i could manage was just a small picture of her, on http://www.tribuneindia.com/2002/20020115/ldh.htm#com .. scroll down and you'll find a young girl, who has no substitute for hardwork. Its the only reason that explains i liked PECFest's for the 4 years, why i find valentines to be an interesting day and why i like girls in honda city. missin u meera and wishing you a happy life, wherever you are...
Thursday, August 6, 2009
teachers ..
you hate them. more than that, you love to hate them.. you just dont want them to see you anywhere outside your coll/uni. you talk about them, gossip. you believe they're the dumbest and the most dull personalities on earth. you sometimes see people around you resembling them. you notice the eccentricities of their dialogue and try to imitate it. you try to copy their tone, their words and their expressions,too. Though you dont remember any informative talks with them, your memory is fresh with all the silly incidents and jocular observations you did about your teacher. you ARE obsessed about them. the more you hate them, the more they intrigue you.
You idolize them. o ya.. how many of you have actually had a crush on one of your teachers ? i know .... most of you ! someone which looked young, someone which had that style of speaking (for the girlies), someone which wore red's n blue sari's and looked out of the world (for the guy's). yes. you are just crazy about them. you just want a piece of them, know about them and try to imitate their style. you love them. you ARE again, sadly, obsessed.
there is no other feeling about any other teacher. you just love to hate them or just have an heartache. But what about the teacher ? the person is just a normal living being, with their own eccentricities, with an identity and more importantly, personality. probably they're no worse than you (or better than you) but u still idolise them. the reason, because he/she is you Teacher.
A relationship from which you expect to learn (the academic things) but you end up learning so much more, associating yourself and making them an important part of your life. As for the teacher, he/she is just his own self, unattached and he/she,sadly, doesnt love you or hate you (unless he/she wants to).
you expect so much from the teacher. you expect all the niceties, all the interest in you and all the knowledge. sadly, he's just another human being. He too has his own interests... which definately wont be you.
You idolize them. o ya.. how many of you have actually had a crush on one of your teachers ? i know .... most of you ! someone which looked young, someone which had that style of speaking (for the girlies), someone which wore red's n blue sari's and looked out of the world (for the guy's). yes. you are just crazy about them. you just want a piece of them, know about them and try to imitate their style. you love them. you ARE again, sadly, obsessed.
there is no other feeling about any other teacher. you just love to hate them or just have an heartache. But what about the teacher ? the person is just a normal living being, with their own eccentricities, with an identity and more importantly, personality. probably they're no worse than you (or better than you) but u still idolise them. the reason, because he/she is you Teacher.
A relationship from which you expect to learn (the academic things) but you end up learning so much more, associating yourself and making them an important part of your life. As for the teacher, he/she is just his own self, unattached and he/she,sadly, doesnt love you or hate you (unless he/she wants to).
you expect so much from the teacher. you expect all the niceties, all the interest in you and all the knowledge. sadly, he's just another human being. He too has his own interests... which definately wont be you.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
short stories
just some small incidents came to my mind right now. Sometimes small things, like a touch or a smile or something can just make your day .. the past week's was with its frustrations n celebrations. things are moving, Just seems like i'm in a ship in a middle of an ocean, finding an island.. (i have a map, but am confused which one to choose and why).
Sleeping... the night before you were pissed off because of some things that the best way to get rid of the disease is to sleep. Just imagine waking up seeing a face, devoid of its youth, lots of wrinkles but a smile which could just make an heartache. My grandfather was looking at me, in smile, trying to wake me up, telling me your work would be done, dont feel sad.Such is the power of emotions, care and the invisible happiness which can just make stones turn. Waking up to this, I believe is a bliss possible once in a lifetime.
Who says only children are cute ??
Now, on a bike, the red lights on a crossing.... getting the opportunity to see a foot, red nailpaint n okayish slippers. The girl is busy seeing you and yyou seeing her now. The lights are 5, 4 .. the girl starts . now your mind races . she was looking n den goes.. she's interested ? should u follow her ? or wait for 3 .. she's raced ahead now .. I wait. just wen its 0, see 2 more scooters racing wid me, 2 girls, definately better than the 1st one, are going side by side .. moral of the story ???
u knw.. wait mate !! u'll get better things in life !
Sleeping... the night before you were pissed off because of some things that the best way to get rid of the disease is to sleep. Just imagine waking up seeing a face, devoid of its youth, lots of wrinkles but a smile which could just make an heartache. My grandfather was looking at me, in smile, trying to wake me up, telling me your work would be done, dont feel sad.Such is the power of emotions, care and the invisible happiness which can just make stones turn. Waking up to this, I believe is a bliss possible once in a lifetime.
Who says only children are cute ??
Now, on a bike, the red lights on a crossing.... getting the opportunity to see a foot, red nailpaint n okayish slippers. The girl is busy seeing you and yyou seeing her now. The lights are 5, 4 .. the girl starts . now your mind races . she was looking n den goes.. she's interested ? should u follow her ? or wait for 3 .. she's raced ahead now .. I wait. just wen its 0, see 2 more scooters racing wid me, 2 girls, definately better than the 1st one, are going side by side .. moral of the story ???
u knw.. wait mate !! u'll get better things in life !
Monday, July 20, 2009
things things things
well i've heard it n number of times, things change change and keep on changing ...
but why dont they ??
why do you just realise after like sometime that u've ended up at the same point u were before ?
why does a circle exist ? why do people revisit their memories again and like to end up at the same point ?
why ?
Well, science says, Things are static, they dont change unless u apply a force on it. even when you apply energy conservation comes up and tells u that the whole cycle of your energy is used up in something, its becomes something else and probably would be stored back into you .. o cycles ... these cycles annoy ... samsara, the vicious cycle of desires ..... let them thoughts be taught a lesson and prevent your memories to entangle with them ... rein them, those unbridled horses. . . tame them and make them realise that you're better off ... its an experience and there has to be something different somewhere .. something you're missing .. some attribute .. try finding it and you'll find its changed .. not the same again !
but why dont they ??
why do you just realise after like sometime that u've ended up at the same point u were before ?
why does a circle exist ? why do people revisit their memories again and like to end up at the same point ?
why ?
Well, science says, Things are static, they dont change unless u apply a force on it. even when you apply energy conservation comes up and tells u that the whole cycle of your energy is used up in something, its becomes something else and probably would be stored back into you .. o cycles ... these cycles annoy ... samsara, the vicious cycle of desires ..... let them thoughts be taught a lesson and prevent your memories to entangle with them ... rein them, those unbridled horses. . . tame them and make them realise that you're better off ... its an experience and there has to be something different somewhere .. something you're missing .. some attribute .. try finding it and you'll find its changed .. not the same again !
tender bender
Mr. Yadav hinted at the staircase and started moving his long legs, wearing a casual jeans and a shirt (for a senior government employee above 55, it seemed cool) and a swarm of people followed, some in their best formal attire, with clean shaves, hairdo and polished leather shoes. The others, though not much in quantity (like me) were just wearing some-clothes to do us good. With a big beard on the face, i must have looked sick in front of these people. Anyways, i followed, too. We were moving down from the 4th floor to the ground to sit in a conference room
Todays scenes were flashing in my memory, the Pizza lunch, me in the same place submitting the quotation (and before that running up and down 3 times to find the exact location of the department). The classes that never took place and some discussions about the quotation for the tender (a lot of them actually). well, i was assisting someone for tender of lights to be installed in some department in chandigarh. and here i was back again, in the conference room, with a secret in my mind. the price which no one in the room knew, (but same applied to them). in a few minutes, quotations were to be opened in front of us and we would be witness to a game, similar to casino, a game of numbers, a game of having the best bet and a game of probability. seeing everyone's faces, the swanky businessmen around, i was sure about their lack of technical expertise in the field the tender was. further, this class smelled of greed, the sealed envelopes must have high prices in it, my belief. i had got a seat now n i was analysing the people around. people were asking questions from Mr Yadav, one person even mocked at the specifications mentioned in the sheet. "thats old technology". A curt response to finish him off and some more questions followed.
People which are most likely to give-away are the insecure ones. Their minds know about the possibility of losing and they've already experienced it before, though dreaded it, but still have given it their shot. with more questions, more of their insecurity and personality kept coming clearer and when the envelopes started opening, all businessmen were reduced to some 9th grade children wanting to keep on scribbling to know more about their 3 competitors.
1) 9.48 Lacs
.... some pause, some scribbling, some details asked for and told about etc etc. people were just being so bumbly dumb n i was sitting there, expressionless, with the secret in my mind.
2) 9.75 Lacs
a suppressed sigh of relief from the party no. 1, of which 2 people stood up, in their late 20's and another colleague, a 35+ chap scribbling down as fast and illegibly he could.
The team sitting in front of me had bee scribbling down and a sense of queer arrogance in the face of the sardarjee (whose tender was just opened, took my mention)
3) 7.15 Lacs for some bullshit and 6.95 Lacs for another ..
ooooooo .. the difference ! this guy must be the real one, the supplier of the products who's quoting the correct price for the job. the rest clearly have to be middlemen. clearly, there clothes did mention that only.
2 to go... myself still emotionless, but the thought making me consider a possibility that its decreasing in a spiral manner, we dont want to go lesser than this .. ...
this was ours.
2)(the reason why i sat there) .. 6.37 Lacs .. hmmmmm .. my secret was in front of everyone, just read out by Mr Yadav, who was now signing the pages he'd just read. people were just seeing the backbenchers now, the people who quoted this must be sitting in the backseat cause the ones asking the questions and have used up all their emotions are the frontbenchers... who me ? nooo .. not me someone else's it must be.. still n straight was the way to go .
1) 10.something .. n i just didnt want to hear more .. plus he wanted 1 more( for his wife i guess).
the game was over n battle won.
Going out, a person saw and just said, "from whom you'll get the stuff ? china ? but its impossible to get at this rate. you have links there ? "
"I am making them myself"
" your experience? "
" 3 years"
" we've spent 10 years and swear its not possible to make it in india !" .. some curses n i had decided to step in.
"i guess your technical knowledge was a little lesser and mine a little more then.. "
muted by words, agreeing now, it turned out that people were really not that red-taped as they looked to be.
N i was just left with the thought" O people .. why cant indian brains make things which the bloddy chinese can ?
is it necessary they have to be cheaper ? "
god bless
Todays scenes were flashing in my memory, the Pizza lunch, me in the same place submitting the quotation (and before that running up and down 3 times to find the exact location of the department). The classes that never took place and some discussions about the quotation for the tender (a lot of them actually). well, i was assisting someone for tender of lights to be installed in some department in chandigarh. and here i was back again, in the conference room, with a secret in my mind. the price which no one in the room knew, (but same applied to them). in a few minutes, quotations were to be opened in front of us and we would be witness to a game, similar to casino, a game of numbers, a game of having the best bet and a game of probability. seeing everyone's faces, the swanky businessmen around, i was sure about their lack of technical expertise in the field the tender was. further, this class smelled of greed, the sealed envelopes must have high prices in it, my belief. i had got a seat now n i was analysing the people around. people were asking questions from Mr Yadav, one person even mocked at the specifications mentioned in the sheet. "thats old technology". A curt response to finish him off and some more questions followed.
People which are most likely to give-away are the insecure ones. Their minds know about the possibility of losing and they've already experienced it before, though dreaded it, but still have given it their shot. with more questions, more of their insecurity and personality kept coming clearer and when the envelopes started opening, all businessmen were reduced to some 9th grade children wanting to keep on scribbling to know more about their 3 competitors.
1) 9.48 Lacs
.... some pause, some scribbling, some details asked for and told about etc etc. people were just being so bumbly dumb n i was sitting there, expressionless, with the secret in my mind.
2) 9.75 Lacs
a suppressed sigh of relief from the party no. 1, of which 2 people stood up, in their late 20's and another colleague, a 35+ chap scribbling down as fast and illegibly he could.
The team sitting in front of me had bee scribbling down and a sense of queer arrogance in the face of the sardarjee (whose tender was just opened, took my mention)
3) 7.15 Lacs for some bullshit and 6.95 Lacs for another ..
ooooooo .. the difference ! this guy must be the real one, the supplier of the products who's quoting the correct price for the job. the rest clearly have to be middlemen. clearly, there clothes did mention that only.
2 to go... myself still emotionless, but the thought making me consider a possibility that its decreasing in a spiral manner, we dont want to go lesser than this .. ...
this was ours.
2)(the reason why i sat there) .. 6.37 Lacs .. hmmmmm .. my secret was in front of everyone, just read out by Mr Yadav, who was now signing the pages he'd just read. people were just seeing the backbenchers now, the people who quoted this must be sitting in the backseat cause the ones asking the questions and have used up all their emotions are the frontbenchers... who me ? nooo .. not me someone else's it must be.. still n straight was the way to go .
1) 10.something .. n i just didnt want to hear more .. plus he wanted 1 more( for his wife i guess).
the game was over n battle won.
Going out, a person saw and just said, "from whom you'll get the stuff ? china ? but its impossible to get at this rate. you have links there ? "
"I am making them myself"
" your experience? "
" 3 years"
" we've spent 10 years and swear its not possible to make it in india !" .. some curses n i had decided to step in.
"i guess your technical knowledge was a little lesser and mine a little more then.. "
muted by words, agreeing now, it turned out that people were really not that red-taped as they looked to be.
N i was just left with the thought" O people .. why cant indian brains make things which the bloddy chinese can ?
is it necessary they have to be cheaper ? "
god bless
Saturday, July 18, 2009
The good movie to actually watch ! Persepolis
I don't know what Persepolis means, but its just a great movie. Showing the Iranian war scene through a 9 year old, the movie is a breathtaking account of the changes in customs a country goes through in war. Very contemporary (With some similar style of Southpark series), the movie aims at associating everyone for the particular question- do you have a choice?
The direction and screenplay is brilliant, for a comic. The benefit of using just 2 colors in the movie is imminent. Just by showing shades of whites, the plot undergoes through the lighter moments of life and then follows the blacks with difficult phases of life. Its something which everyone has experienced in life, the unending struggle against life, the ups and downs of the tide which one rides on. The message is evident, Be yourself! The movie aims to be emphasize the importance of being yourself and not yielding away in pressure.
The protagonist, a forceful girl with no fear in heart against the world shows the Iranian society from her eyes. The modernist thinking clashes with the conservative 'religious' clergy, police and many more, only to realize that their motives are not exactly religious, but selfishly modern too. What is most important is the character of a girl. The child, who dreams of being a nun and doing justice to all finds herself too complicated for the society. With the pressures of love and loneliness in her mind (am sure any girl will relate to marji in it), she just reflects the messy life of a normal girl in the indian society. While there are innumerable things aptly embedded into the movie, the plot unfolds almost perfectly. For example, the visit by marji to the grave of his uncle just to justify that she's decided to be truthful to herself the rest of her life.
Am impressed with the whole idea, the execution and the editing of the story. bravo! PS: English subtitles are the only way to watch it. Someone should dub in English and release in the western society.
The direction and screenplay is brilliant, for a comic. The benefit of using just 2 colors in the movie is imminent. Just by showing shades of whites, the plot undergoes through the lighter moments of life and then follows the blacks with difficult phases of life. Its something which everyone has experienced in life, the unending struggle against life, the ups and downs of the tide which one rides on. The message is evident, Be yourself! The movie aims to be emphasize the importance of being yourself and not yielding away in pressure.
The protagonist, a forceful girl with no fear in heart against the world shows the Iranian society from her eyes. The modernist thinking clashes with the conservative 'religious' clergy, police and many more, only to realize that their motives are not exactly religious, but selfishly modern too. What is most important is the character of a girl. The child, who dreams of being a nun and doing justice to all finds herself too complicated for the society. With the pressures of love and loneliness in her mind (am sure any girl will relate to marji in it), she just reflects the messy life of a normal girl in the indian society. While there are innumerable things aptly embedded into the movie, the plot unfolds almost perfectly. For example, the visit by marji to the grave of his uncle just to justify that she's decided to be truthful to herself the rest of her life.
Am impressed with the whole idea, the execution and the editing of the story. bravo! PS: English subtitles are the only way to watch it. Someone should dub in English and release in the western society.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Harry potter review. average to say the least.
I expected Harry potter-the half blood prince to be the thriller, with all about voldemort and the dark world. Sadly, its just turned out to be an average take on the JK Rowling book, with Lavender Brown getting more frames than even hermione.
Okay, they wanted to make the movie interesting for the audience, but the trade-off has been really frustrating for the harry potter fans. Most of the movie has been shot about romance in the air and teenage life of harry and his friends but the people expect a thriller from a HP movie. Not a casual take on teenage love with some magic involved. The plot just unfolds in the last half an hour of the movie and the lead characters of the novel have not been given their due while the supporting ones (lavender brown etc) are just used for no reason at all. Poor screenplay, poor direction and some really wonderous scenes reduced to a flash makes you wonder that is this the adventurous harry potter series like the other movies ?
The scenes at Hogwarts are usually filled with 'snugging' teenagers and one wonders why werent harry's seniors been shown 'snugging' in the corridors in the other harry potter movies and they just had to keep on emphasising the fact that love was in the air ? With just 1-2 spells in the whole movie, no wand-fight for the matter, the story just reduces to showing the main focus of the book, to introduce about Horcruxes and show the killing of Dumbledore. The storyline is with lots of loopholes and direction is all the while poorer. Snape has not been given his due while the movie also lacks the male protagonist's optimism. Harry is shown to be afraid of Draco in the opening scenes at hogwarts which makes you wonder if this is the boy who'll be killing voldemort in the final blockbuster. A opportunity missed, i'll say the least.
Okay, they wanted to make the movie interesting for the audience, but the trade-off has been really frustrating for the harry potter fans. Most of the movie has been shot about romance in the air and teenage life of harry and his friends but the people expect a thriller from a HP movie. Not a casual take on teenage love with some magic involved. The plot just unfolds in the last half an hour of the movie and the lead characters of the novel have not been given their due while the supporting ones (lavender brown etc) are just used for no reason at all. Poor screenplay, poor direction and some really wonderous scenes reduced to a flash makes you wonder that is this the adventurous harry potter series like the other movies ?
The scenes at Hogwarts are usually filled with 'snugging' teenagers and one wonders why werent harry's seniors been shown 'snugging' in the corridors in the other harry potter movies and they just had to keep on emphasising the fact that love was in the air ? With just 1-2 spells in the whole movie, no wand-fight for the matter, the story just reduces to showing the main focus of the book, to introduce about Horcruxes and show the killing of Dumbledore. The storyline is with lots of loopholes and direction is all the while poorer. Snape has not been given his due while the movie also lacks the male protagonist's optimism. Harry is shown to be afraid of Draco in the opening scenes at hogwarts which makes you wonder if this is the boy who'll be killing voldemort in the final blockbuster. A opportunity missed, i'll say the least.
gtalk status messages and more
whats about the philosophy these days ? whats about all the 1 liners on gtalk status messages ? well, am late to discuss it, but june and early july has been the most 'philosophical' month for the freshly graduated engineers (including me).
Why ? no naukri (for the majority) , no chokkri (for some more unlucky ones).
With the recession making our lives miserable, most of the people experienced sorry letters, deferrals and lots more. some unluckier like me, still havent recieved any intimation by the companies. all this stress just after the joy of graduating made it sound more miserable. Plus the reminiscence of belts being hit and parties been given (which burnt a hole in everyone's pockets) in the name of job acceptances making it all the more miserable.
all this was evident on gtalk status messages, with practically everyone turning a philosopher or cursing someone or the other.
With cliche's like 'naukri dava de rabba' to more philosophical like 'pessimism never won any battle', sometimes even emotions fail to do justice to how i feel', 'If you're falling off a cliff, you may as well try to fly...You have nothing to loose' and god knows what to cocky ones like 'aVELAbel' available+vela.. lol,
everyones turned into a philosopher. ok. that june has passed and july's bought news about joining for the most. the transition, too has been something to show off about. those getting the joinings feel sorry for leaving chandigarh (to boast that they've got the joining), while some explicitly type 'got the joining' on the status.
its big news, to get a joining, even if from some bullshit company giving a crap of 17K per month or 25 K per month only. just remember last year, things moved in 6lac per annum and stuff, and now people are just so happy to get even salaries of clerks to just go out of home and feel happy to be on a job while the rest of their peers still are busy with empty minds making new philosophies and sharing 'desperate' status messages.
PS: i dedicate this space to ***** ****(name suppressed), who started it all, the desperate messages since his puberty (that happened like 2nd year college) when he started finding a girl for his life, sadly, we all had to witness some crappy status's of his for 2 years.
Why ? no naukri (for the majority) , no chokkri (for some more unlucky ones).
With the recession making our lives miserable, most of the people experienced sorry letters, deferrals and lots more. some unluckier like me, still havent recieved any intimation by the companies. all this stress just after the joy of graduating made it sound more miserable. Plus the reminiscence of belts being hit and parties been given (which burnt a hole in everyone's pockets) in the name of job acceptances making it all the more miserable.
all this was evident on gtalk status messages, with practically everyone turning a philosopher or cursing someone or the other.
With cliche's like 'naukri dava de rabba' to more philosophical like 'pessimism never won any battle', sometimes even emotions fail to do justice to how i feel', 'If you're falling off a cliff, you may as well try to fly...You have nothing to loose' and god knows what to cocky ones like 'aVELAbel' available+vela.. lol,
everyones turned into a philosopher. ok. that june has passed and july's bought news about joining for the most. the transition, too has been something to show off about. those getting the joinings feel sorry for leaving chandigarh (to boast that they've got the joining), while some explicitly type 'got the joining' on the status.
its big news, to get a joining, even if from some bullshit company giving a crap of 17K per month or 25 K per month only. just remember last year, things moved in 6lac per annum and stuff, and now people are just so happy to get even salaries of clerks to just go out of home and feel happy to be on a job while the rest of their peers still are busy with empty minds making new philosophies and sharing 'desperate' status messages.
PS: i dedicate this space to ***** ****(name suppressed), who started it all, the desperate messages since his puberty (that happened like 2nd year college) when he started finding a girl for his life, sadly, we all had to witness some crappy status's of his for 2 years.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
perfect day for movies
wow .. it was a delightful watch today . starting 8PM, the TV channels were showing all the great movies of 2008. coincidence or what, it was a real delight today.
If your'e wanting a light hearted comedy about daily things, watch khosla ka ghosla. some serious stuff, change channel to 'A wednesday'. Action lovers have kidnap and ghajini to their liking. Romance you want, jab we met is there. You need to watch an oldie classic, 'yaadon ki baarat' is airing too ! Imagine all of them at the same time ! a perfect day for the greedy movie lovers like me. Plus we have lagaan, a long, but brilliant take on rural society.
a perfect day for anyone to watch a movie. and a nice break from rakhi ka syamwar .. ;)
PS : chasme buddoor and swades also aired today deserve a special mention though they were on evening times
If your'e wanting a light hearted comedy about daily things, watch khosla ka ghosla. some serious stuff, change channel to 'A wednesday'. Action lovers have kidnap and ghajini to their liking. Romance you want, jab we met is there. You need to watch an oldie classic, 'yaadon ki baarat' is airing too ! Imagine all of them at the same time ! a perfect day for the greedy movie lovers like me. Plus we have lagaan, a long, but brilliant take on rural society.
a perfect day for anyone to watch a movie. and a nice break from rakhi ka syamwar .. ;)
PS : chasme buddoor and swades also aired today deserve a special mention though they were on evening times
Saturday, July 11, 2009
maggi
There's just something about maggi. No, she's not a girl. No, i've not bought a pet and named her maggi. maggi is maggi, yes. the 2 minute noodles that everyone is so ga-ga about.
whats so special in it ?
well, for boys nothing much . but there's just something about maggi. Its the Ultimate Universal liking of every girl.. the 2 minute noodles are just their liking. Now only god know why. and thats what interests me. You think its a stupid generalisation, ask the ones you are courting or wanting to court. do they like maggi ? Mostly they DO.
i mean how can 'maida', something not too good for the stomach, combined with some 'masala' be the liking of majority of girls ? even the health conscious ones. now the people who're reading this think its a joke. but believe me, if there's a way to women's heart, maggi is one of them . definately.
they fantasize, they dream and they like it. what they fantasize ? some with vegetables, some fried, some with omlette and all kind of experiments .. and when things go wrong, they love it plain too ..
some fantasize making it at late hours, with romance in their eyes. some think about making new languages to describe recipe's of maggi. some share it with their loved ones, some dream of it. they just have a fetish. and thats maggi.
there's just something about maggi. and i dont know why .
whats so special in it ?
well, for boys nothing much . but there's just something about maggi. Its the Ultimate Universal liking of every girl.. the 2 minute noodles are just their liking. Now only god know why. and thats what interests me. You think its a stupid generalisation, ask the ones you are courting or wanting to court. do they like maggi ? Mostly they DO.
i mean how can 'maida', something not too good for the stomach, combined with some 'masala' be the liking of majority of girls ? even the health conscious ones. now the people who're reading this think its a joke. but believe me, if there's a way to women's heart, maggi is one of them . definately.
they fantasize, they dream and they like it. what they fantasize ? some with vegetables, some fried, some with omlette and all kind of experiments .. and when things go wrong, they love it plain too ..
some fantasize making it at late hours, with romance in their eyes. some think about making new languages to describe recipe's of maggi. some share it with their loved ones, some dream of it. they just have a fetish. and thats maggi.
there's just something about maggi. and i dont know why .
Sunday, July 5, 2009
kiddish bullshit Part 2
the next day, the same guys + some new people - Hathi... The bullshit continued with the same guys starting from where they left and the new guys feeling all the more insecure (probably that they came to the wrong party). sadly this time, the waiters were too sharp to throw us out of the restro to cause much damage.
things moved on to my place as the heat was intolerable to roam around in chandigarh's lake/marketplaces/gardens. after some more bullshit plus a dose of 'gunda', my stomach was paining just like the membrane of drums would be doing after any rock performance.
the day that started with being kids had now started becoming more natural and adventurous. after a swimming session in gymkhana club and some random roaming in panchkula streets, we were off to the mohali club to find a jam-packed full house playing tambola. The dinner was lovely, my pineapple juice lovelier. then the baskin robbin icecream and suddenly its 1 in the night. the time had just flown quickly and the exhaustion in our eyes. the day doesnt end here. A short lake visit is on the cards. its 2 now and then we realise the need of sleep. but before that, a quick game of poker on facebook (dont forget 10 min of xmen,too) ends the so so entirely busy day .....
things moved on to my place as the heat was intolerable to roam around in chandigarh's lake/marketplaces/gardens. after some more bullshit plus a dose of 'gunda', my stomach was paining just like the membrane of drums would be doing after any rock performance.
the day that started with being kids had now started becoming more natural and adventurous. after a swimming session in gymkhana club and some random roaming in panchkula streets, we were off to the mohali club to find a jam-packed full house playing tambola. The dinner was lovely, my pineapple juice lovelier. then the baskin robbin icecream and suddenly its 1 in the night. the time had just flown quickly and the exhaustion in our eyes. the day doesnt end here. A short lake visit is on the cards. its 2 now and then we realise the need of sleep. but before that, a quick game of poker on facebook (dont forget 10 min of xmen,too) ends the so so entirely busy day .....
Friday, July 3, 2009
the kiddish bullshit
Aaah.. u're 21, big and old enough to face life. ya .. you are ..... but just then you meet your schoolfriends (and there's nothing like meeting after a long time or something, its like we meet every now and then.... ) . you're suddenly in 10th, transported by bonds of camaraderie, the never ending stories and the never ceasing gossip.
Its not a new feeling to me, but, all the while, its better typing it off rather than not. the age when words like 'bada' 'chotta' 'patla' 'mota' 'aage' 'peeche' make u keep on laughing non stop (while the nearby people are wondering what kind of people are these?). the time when any word can be morphed to make you laugh...
pervut, ashole, gaadi ki 'dikky', kabaristan ki thoka thaaki, peepa and god-only-knows how many more 1 liners ... and all the more expressions .... its so obviously stupid, yet all the more comic... the stomachs start aching, eyes red, tears roll and people are forced to bang their hands and faces on the table. yet no one stops laughing. Is this being in 10th ??
the time has passed. yet the memories remain and so do the gossips, the camaraderie and the stories .. is it 10th ?? or is it 3 engineers, 1 doctor and 1 'chemist' just talking some good ol' bullshit ???
Its not a new feeling to me, but, all the while, its better typing it off rather than not. the age when words like 'bada' 'chotta' 'patla' 'mota' 'aage' 'peeche' make u keep on laughing non stop (while the nearby people are wondering what kind of people are these?). the time when any word can be morphed to make you laugh...
pervut, ashole, gaadi ki 'dikky', kabaristan ki thoka thaaki, peepa and god-only-knows how many more 1 liners ... and all the more expressions .... its so obviously stupid, yet all the more comic... the stomachs start aching, eyes red, tears roll and people are forced to bang their hands and faces on the table. yet no one stops laughing. Is this being in 10th ??
the time has passed. yet the memories remain and so do the gossips, the camaraderie and the stories .. is it 10th ?? or is it 3 engineers, 1 doctor and 1 'chemist' just talking some good ol' bullshit ???
Thursday, July 2, 2009
a few good men
Just saw a few good men (and as there was nothing much to write about in the blog, i'd have to be content with it only)
Tom Cruise and Jack Nickolson its best... a nice movie, courtroom drama at its peak with a good, nicely paced story. (personally, i was expecting a romantic sidetrack on demi moore and tom cruise, but sadly that didnt happen).
Similar classic movies to watch...
12 angry men
To kill a mockingbird
Witness for prosecution
Mr. smith goes to Washington (this is a politics based movie, but the way the optimist forces the judgement is like a courtroom).
Tom Cruise and Jack Nickolson its best... a nice movie, courtroom drama at its peak with a good, nicely paced story. (personally, i was expecting a romantic sidetrack on demi moore and tom cruise, but sadly that didnt happen).
Similar classic movies to watch...
12 angry men
To kill a mockingbird
Witness for prosecution
Mr. smith goes to Washington (this is a politics based movie, but the way the optimist forces the judgement is like a courtroom).
Sunday, June 28, 2009
wrath of the ganga
CHAPTER 1 :
INTRODUCTION
The past decade i have roamed around various places i have seen ganges in its flow throughout. from haridwar to agra, varanasi, allahabad through bihar/jharkhand and then finally meeting in west bengal. its always been a timid river for me, with broad gullies, sullen flow and it always has been a dragging kind of river for me. I've rafted and bathed in it (rishikesh), seen slumdoggers wash clothes and children dive-jump in the shallow waters in UP. I've had experiences of robbery on the bridge of ganges in Bihar and even have thought of throwing the thief caught there from the moving railway train in west bengal's ganges water. (the people decided to throw him when we were stationary).
the point is i've had lots of experiences with ganga. the all-worshipped godly ganga. its been always slower than a caterpillar apart from the 5-6 rapids seen in rishikesh. However, that was not menacing at the least. Its just one river nearly half of india enjoys itself with. some pet given the alias of god.
Never had i expected to see the wrath of ganges, the holiest (and arguably, the most 'inhabited' river in the world). going up rishikesh towards the origins of ganges, we notice that there is no ganges after a place called devprayag. 'prayag' means confluence of rivers. devprayag makes ganga to be called ganga. the two rivers making it are alaknanda and bhagirathi. so technically, ganga has and will always be the timid river i've imagined and seen all these years.
On my way to hemkund sahib, i had a first-hand view of the start of ganga's main predecessors- alaknanda (which comes from mountains nearby badrinath). there are 5 'prayags' coming in the way (but dont ask me which all rivers join to make what in every prayag). the names are what interests me. dev, vishnu, karan, rudra (and one more i dont remember, google and see yourself). you have option to see kedarnath from rudraprayag (which i didnt exercise and went to joshimath to see hemkund sahib). other places of interests are chopta (with a shiv temple). anyways, its not an intended religious post so lets stop here.
CHAPTER 2:
The IMPACT
The journey has been tiring and i decide to rest myself at 5 PM on the banks of ganga(technically alaknanda, but i wont use it again) on a cornerstone. the view i cant ever forget. a small tributary (about 7-10 metres i guess)with some small rocks and some big ones (on which i lay). in front of it a huge mountain with a peculiar top. yes, peculiar. the left has a bridge, a green one, to allow people to start their 'yatra' for hemkund sahib, the bridge (they say) which connects earth to 'lokpal'. the green bridge is a suspension type (just like laxman jhoola etc, with lesser ropes to support it and with more swing to notice in the centre). the back has a huge gurudwara built on a mountain which is stopping the sun's light to reach us and while the sunset, the sky is orangish, with the far-away himalya mountains (surpassing the bridge) glowing in white and blues. some people are busy getting their pictures clicked on different stone-tops while others are busy getting naked for a bath in the holy water.
the action starts with a warning horn sounded 3 times. everyone near the river starts running here and there trying to decipher whats going on. my first reaction is lets go to the green bridge and get a view of the whole place from top to see whats happening. going up towards the bridge, i saw the person making the warning horn. some socialising helped me know that the flow in the water is going to increase, so the horn to come back from the water and stop bathing. i decide to go up the bridge and see myself whats on cards.
people running here and there, I Meet a girl, asking whats all the hullabaloo about. more socialising made me decide lets go down near the river and see why people are running towards te bridge to catch the glimpse of some 'phenomenon' going to happen. i stand up on the topmost mound on the corner of the bridge to get the best view of the tributary and the people running on the bridge.
Suddenly, the bridge becomes vertical, then the sound of breaking of a rope and then a huge puff of dust forces me to turn direction. going down from the mound i stood, i realise that only the legs of 150 odd people are now to be seen, they holding themselves with the grill of the bridge. people on the corner held the rope and reached earth while the ones on the centre made way and jumped on a shop's roof to save themselves. a red bag fell in the centre of the bridge while a person jumped without seeing the earth(and broke his legs). everyone else were alive. scot-free.
CHAPTER 3:
ADVENTURE
The aftermath was comic, with management shouting on the mikes (in punjabi) and scolding people out loud. aahh .. the surds .. interesting . anyways, the next morning and we have to cross the river without the bridge (or wait for the stupid management guys to mend the bridge (which still hasnt been done)). the people which arrived later had to sleep in the night the other side of the mountain.
its 6'ish in the morning and my friend just had a view of the river saying water is too high to cross the way he did yesterday. at 7:30, i have a look and find military making a bridge and people waiting for their turn. i've decided we'll cross the damn river by jumping on the stones and not wait for the military to make their no-good temporary bridge.
after walking a distance from the place the military were making the bridge, we saw a group of people making jumping on rocks to reach the other side. there were about 4 different ways to do so, with no support of professional people (so if u slide or jump wrongly, be in the deep water and say buhbye to everything). and i decide to go from the toughest route, the one having 2 huge gaps between rocks that one gap was to be done by walking slowly on a plank while the other was to be done by pushing your body ahead on a log of wood.
to reach the big gaps was a task in itself. accurate jumps on stones and a strong grip was necessary (with a bag on my back and a stick in my hand). The 1st gap was now in front of me and i put my right foot on the plank. it drowned.
Balancing myself very awkwardly, i just escaped the wrath. my right shoe, my right leg all wet, i finally removed the shoes and socks and held it in the other hand .. then slowly was I able to balance on the plank. the next was the pseudo-rappling- lunging your body forward on the round wooden log. a little caution and i was able to complete it without drowning myself.
\
the person who held the other side of the log and helped me stand up on the stone, i realised was doing 'sewa' helping people cross the river. according to his friends waiting for him, he just had escaped his death. the time he was crossing, the log turned round and he faced the gushing water. he rappled without any ropes and didnt let the log turn again otherwise he'd be holding the log in the water. i had a picture with the other 2 surds which were equally friendly . 2 quick interaction of sentences, and we were off our own ways (only to meet again later) :
"duniya mai 4 cheezon ko rokna mushkil hai ... .
water, air, fire and ...... sardar"
(about the mentality people had and the inherited impatience helping them find ways to cross the river and go to hemkund)
"the crossing was a free adventure trip, the one for which you pay 800 bucks in manali and 2000 bucks in mauritius... , and this one was actually for FREE (and without any safety)"
(about the crossing-the-river experience)
CHAPTER 4
THE POLITICS
The hemkund experience was good and after 2 days of lots of walking (38 kms to be precise) we were back at the same spot. but the other side of the mountain. The only thing left was to cross the river again and go back home.
The first experience of breaking of the bridge told that the water was never deep while the 2nd one showed that even with the deep water the stones above the ground easily made the escapade possible.
this one was the most tragic. there was practically no possible way of crossing the river. while i was on the mountain, i saw innumerable people waiting for the military to finish making a bridge ( i got to know 3 temporary bridges made by military had been broken by the water flow). going towards the mass (called 'sangat'), i realised there were more than 1K people waiting there turn to cross the river. some being too adventurous just crossed over the broken bridge.
Not losing hope, i went near the river to find any place from where jumping over rocks may end me reaching the other shore. i measured the whole river from the cliff to the other mountain end (where a tributary met the river). No way of going there. the water was so fast and deep, there was no possibility of reaching the other side. all ideas used, we had ropes, logs of wood, planks and i also suggested holding hands to cross the river but the water was so deep that no one's feet would touch to make a human chain. Hell, we even tried throwing rocks in the water but to no avail. ;-)
I hurried up the mountain to go towards the broken bridge. A life-threatening shortcut beckoned me. and sadly i took it. there was a himalyan cactus-kinda plant and above that was the main route to the bridge. the other way was too long and winding to reach. i held my hand on the branch of the tree and lunged above to hold the stones on the floor of the way above the cactus.
my legs gave way and i was mid air holding the stone. then my hand gave way and i was mid-air with only a single hand on the branch while everything down was cliff. another try, this time, more desperate, i gave it my full shot. i reached up, and realised that in the process all the small needles had pierced my shirt, my jeans and scratched up my body. i needed water desperately now. the 'sangat' gave me water and i reached the broken bridge to realise that they were not allowing people to go from the bridge.
The only way was to wait for the military to make the bridge. after some rest on the banks, i went near the place of action- the crowded place where people were eagerly awaiting military to finish the bridge. There i met the 3 surds again, energyless, eager to reach the other side (they had slept the whole night on the other side and had nothing to eat since like 18 hours). My contingency parle-G biscuits came in handy and helped me gain acceptance in the nearby crowd which were not so eager to give place for me to stand in the crowded place awaiting turn on the bridge.
As soon as the bridge was about to be completed, stood a person shouting slogans and 'bhadkaoo bhashan' against the authorities which did not act fast. With chanting about the sikh prime minister and lack of action taken by the authorities, the mob grew fast. they even wanted to stone the new bridge and break it up ! People wanted a riot for sure and i was loving the place more. How more interesting can sardars be? they have a bleak chance of reaching the destination but all they now want to do is make an issue out of it rather than praise the people who just tried to finish the temporary bridge. My camera got into the action and i was standing next to the person sayin bhadkaoo bhashan, trying to catch his words into the small microphone. someone just yelled out"he's the one whose wife doesnt listen to him at home, so he's trying to dominate here". some logical people remained quiet waiting for him to reduce his water content (the sun was pouring hot) and be quiet. the others were enjoying people turn into an angry mob ready to kill. (more interesting is unlike others, which may want to kill but dont have weapons nearby, some sikhs were carrying knives.. scary .. ).
it may just take 2 minutes to create a riot when more than 1K people stand together. anyone may want to fight for any trivial reason. the whole politics about the broken bridge, military, authorities and indian PM happened for about 45 minutes (with outbursts and troughs). then the bridge opened and some canny work helped me with the 3 patiala surds go fast to the other side.
just 2 hours after, (at 6) there were still more than 1K people left on the other side. but the bridge had broken again. ... the wrath of ganga. the flow was so fast at 6, no stone was been seen in the river and it was gushing like a bullet train.
i had just made it in time because they were not allowing males to go the other side . only females and kids were allowed to cross. i thanked god for crossing in time, otherwise my night would have been in the open, on a mountain, with no urbane benefits and scorpions, crabs etc lurking in the dark.
just returned home witnessing the wrath. of ganga.
INTRODUCTION
The past decade i have roamed around various places i have seen ganges in its flow throughout. from haridwar to agra, varanasi, allahabad through bihar/jharkhand and then finally meeting in west bengal. its always been a timid river for me, with broad gullies, sullen flow and it always has been a dragging kind of river for me. I've rafted and bathed in it (rishikesh), seen slumdoggers wash clothes and children dive-jump in the shallow waters in UP. I've had experiences of robbery on the bridge of ganges in Bihar and even have thought of throwing the thief caught there from the moving railway train in west bengal's ganges water. (the people decided to throw him when we were stationary).
the point is i've had lots of experiences with ganga. the all-worshipped godly ganga. its been always slower than a caterpillar apart from the 5-6 rapids seen in rishikesh. However, that was not menacing at the least. Its just one river nearly half of india enjoys itself with. some pet given the alias of god.
Never had i expected to see the wrath of ganges, the holiest (and arguably, the most 'inhabited' river in the world). going up rishikesh towards the origins of ganges, we notice that there is no ganges after a place called devprayag. 'prayag' means confluence of rivers. devprayag makes ganga to be called ganga. the two rivers making it are alaknanda and bhagirathi. so technically, ganga has and will always be the timid river i've imagined and seen all these years.
On my way to hemkund sahib, i had a first-hand view of the start of ganga's main predecessors- alaknanda (which comes from mountains nearby badrinath). there are 5 'prayags' coming in the way (but dont ask me which all rivers join to make what in every prayag). the names are what interests me. dev, vishnu, karan, rudra (and one more i dont remember, google and see yourself). you have option to see kedarnath from rudraprayag (which i didnt exercise and went to joshimath to see hemkund sahib). other places of interests are chopta (with a shiv temple). anyways, its not an intended religious post so lets stop here.
CHAPTER 2:
The IMPACT
The journey has been tiring and i decide to rest myself at 5 PM on the banks of ganga(technically alaknanda, but i wont use it again) on a cornerstone. the view i cant ever forget. a small tributary (about 7-10 metres i guess)with some small rocks and some big ones (on which i lay). in front of it a huge mountain with a peculiar top. yes, peculiar. the left has a bridge, a green one, to allow people to start their 'yatra' for hemkund sahib, the bridge (they say) which connects earth to 'lokpal'. the green bridge is a suspension type (just like laxman jhoola etc, with lesser ropes to support it and with more swing to notice in the centre). the back has a huge gurudwara built on a mountain which is stopping the sun's light to reach us and while the sunset, the sky is orangish, with the far-away himalya mountains (surpassing the bridge) glowing in white and blues. some people are busy getting their pictures clicked on different stone-tops while others are busy getting naked for a bath in the holy water.
the action starts with a warning horn sounded 3 times. everyone near the river starts running here and there trying to decipher whats going on. my first reaction is lets go to the green bridge and get a view of the whole place from top to see whats happening. going up towards the bridge, i saw the person making the warning horn. some socialising helped me know that the flow in the water is going to increase, so the horn to come back from the water and stop bathing. i decide to go up the bridge and see myself whats on cards.
people running here and there, I Meet a girl, asking whats all the hullabaloo about. more socialising made me decide lets go down near the river and see why people are running towards te bridge to catch the glimpse of some 'phenomenon' going to happen. i stand up on the topmost mound on the corner of the bridge to get the best view of the tributary and the people running on the bridge.
Suddenly, the bridge becomes vertical, then the sound of breaking of a rope and then a huge puff of dust forces me to turn direction. going down from the mound i stood, i realise that only the legs of 150 odd people are now to be seen, they holding themselves with the grill of the bridge. people on the corner held the rope and reached earth while the ones on the centre made way and jumped on a shop's roof to save themselves. a red bag fell in the centre of the bridge while a person jumped without seeing the earth(and broke his legs). everyone else were alive. scot-free.
CHAPTER 3:
ADVENTURE
The aftermath was comic, with management shouting on the mikes (in punjabi) and scolding people out loud. aahh .. the surds .. interesting . anyways, the next morning and we have to cross the river without the bridge (or wait for the stupid management guys to mend the bridge (which still hasnt been done)). the people which arrived later had to sleep in the night the other side of the mountain.
its 6'ish in the morning and my friend just had a view of the river saying water is too high to cross the way he did yesterday. at 7:30, i have a look and find military making a bridge and people waiting for their turn. i've decided we'll cross the damn river by jumping on the stones and not wait for the military to make their no-good temporary bridge.
after walking a distance from the place the military were making the bridge, we saw a group of people making jumping on rocks to reach the other side. there were about 4 different ways to do so, with no support of professional people (so if u slide or jump wrongly, be in the deep water and say buhbye to everything). and i decide to go from the toughest route, the one having 2 huge gaps between rocks that one gap was to be done by walking slowly on a plank while the other was to be done by pushing your body ahead on a log of wood.
to reach the big gaps was a task in itself. accurate jumps on stones and a strong grip was necessary (with a bag on my back and a stick in my hand). The 1st gap was now in front of me and i put my right foot on the plank. it drowned.
Balancing myself very awkwardly, i just escaped the wrath. my right shoe, my right leg all wet, i finally removed the shoes and socks and held it in the other hand .. then slowly was I able to balance on the plank. the next was the pseudo-rappling- lunging your body forward on the round wooden log. a little caution and i was able to complete it without drowning myself.
\
the person who held the other side of the log and helped me stand up on the stone, i realised was doing 'sewa' helping people cross the river. according to his friends waiting for him, he just had escaped his death. the time he was crossing, the log turned round and he faced the gushing water. he rappled without any ropes and didnt let the log turn again otherwise he'd be holding the log in the water. i had a picture with the other 2 surds which were equally friendly . 2 quick interaction of sentences, and we were off our own ways (only to meet again later) :
"duniya mai 4 cheezon ko rokna mushkil hai ... .
water, air, fire and ...... sardar"
(about the mentality people had and the inherited impatience helping them find ways to cross the river and go to hemkund)
"the crossing was a free adventure trip, the one for which you pay 800 bucks in manali and 2000 bucks in mauritius... , and this one was actually for FREE (and without any safety)"
(about the crossing-the-river experience)
CHAPTER 4
THE POLITICS
The hemkund experience was good and after 2 days of lots of walking (38 kms to be precise) we were back at the same spot. but the other side of the mountain. The only thing left was to cross the river again and go back home.
The first experience of breaking of the bridge told that the water was never deep while the 2nd one showed that even with the deep water the stones above the ground easily made the escapade possible.
this one was the most tragic. there was practically no possible way of crossing the river. while i was on the mountain, i saw innumerable people waiting for the military to finish making a bridge ( i got to know 3 temporary bridges made by military had been broken by the water flow). going towards the mass (called 'sangat'), i realised there were more than 1K people waiting there turn to cross the river. some being too adventurous just crossed over the broken bridge.
Not losing hope, i went near the river to find any place from where jumping over rocks may end me reaching the other shore. i measured the whole river from the cliff to the other mountain end (where a tributary met the river). No way of going there. the water was so fast and deep, there was no possibility of reaching the other side. all ideas used, we had ropes, logs of wood, planks and i also suggested holding hands to cross the river but the water was so deep that no one's feet would touch to make a human chain. Hell, we even tried throwing rocks in the water but to no avail. ;-)
I hurried up the mountain to go towards the broken bridge. A life-threatening shortcut beckoned me. and sadly i took it. there was a himalyan cactus-kinda plant and above that was the main route to the bridge. the other way was too long and winding to reach. i held my hand on the branch of the tree and lunged above to hold the stones on the floor of the way above the cactus.
my legs gave way and i was mid air holding the stone. then my hand gave way and i was mid-air with only a single hand on the branch while everything down was cliff. another try, this time, more desperate, i gave it my full shot. i reached up, and realised that in the process all the small needles had pierced my shirt, my jeans and scratched up my body. i needed water desperately now. the 'sangat' gave me water and i reached the broken bridge to realise that they were not allowing people to go from the bridge.
The only way was to wait for the military to make the bridge. after some rest on the banks, i went near the place of action- the crowded place where people were eagerly awaiting military to finish the bridge. There i met the 3 surds again, energyless, eager to reach the other side (they had slept the whole night on the other side and had nothing to eat since like 18 hours). My contingency parle-G biscuits came in handy and helped me gain acceptance in the nearby crowd which were not so eager to give place for me to stand in the crowded place awaiting turn on the bridge.
As soon as the bridge was about to be completed, stood a person shouting slogans and 'bhadkaoo bhashan' against the authorities which did not act fast. With chanting about the sikh prime minister and lack of action taken by the authorities, the mob grew fast. they even wanted to stone the new bridge and break it up ! People wanted a riot for sure and i was loving the place more. How more interesting can sardars be? they have a bleak chance of reaching the destination but all they now want to do is make an issue out of it rather than praise the people who just tried to finish the temporary bridge. My camera got into the action and i was standing next to the person sayin bhadkaoo bhashan, trying to catch his words into the small microphone. someone just yelled out"he's the one whose wife doesnt listen to him at home, so he's trying to dominate here". some logical people remained quiet waiting for him to reduce his water content (the sun was pouring hot) and be quiet. the others were enjoying people turn into an angry mob ready to kill. (more interesting is unlike others, which may want to kill but dont have weapons nearby, some sikhs were carrying knives.. scary .. ).
it may just take 2 minutes to create a riot when more than 1K people stand together. anyone may want to fight for any trivial reason. the whole politics about the broken bridge, military, authorities and indian PM happened for about 45 minutes (with outbursts and troughs). then the bridge opened and some canny work helped me with the 3 patiala surds go fast to the other side.
just 2 hours after, (at 6) there were still more than 1K people left on the other side. but the bridge had broken again. ... the wrath of ganga. the flow was so fast at 6, no stone was been seen in the river and it was gushing like a bullet train.
i had just made it in time because they were not allowing males to go the other side . only females and kids were allowed to cross. i thanked god for crossing in time, otherwise my night would have been in the open, on a mountain, with no urbane benefits and scorpions, crabs etc lurking in the dark.
just returned home witnessing the wrath. of ganga.
no posts in june ???
hey .. back after a long time ... call it drought of posts .. (the word makes sense that i'm back in chandigarh and it hasnt rained the whole june .. .. its so hot here that i just had to sprinkle water on the floor to try to cool my room. )
anyways.. no posts in june nah .. i've been busy .. for the wrong reasons though. i have been out exploring life, sometimes with random people, sometimes alone and sometimes meeting new ones.
this one's got to be short (with just the june chronology) and i'll elaborate my experiences about places in individual posts i'll write later ..
ok .
31st may-we're off to mauritius
14th june-back to india
15th june-18th june-local sight seeing (including kasauli)
19th june- meet frnz and pack for hemkund sahib
20th june (at 1 am)- off to hemkund
26th june (3 am)-back to chandi
so .. as u see, its been an explorative fantasy, this june... for mauritius pictures links (datewise are:::::
(hey the links are incomplete with no photography pictures because that folder did not get copied. those pictures will soon find its due space on www.ankitj.co.nr )
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/Way2MRU31stMay2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCNyxqaC-2dqN-QE&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/MonChoisy1stJuneMon?authkey=Gv1sRgCNHQxqbBn42UVw&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/CaselaFlicEnFlacBDayArham2ndJuneTues?authkey=Gv1sRgCJqGtq33j4ybLA&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/GrandBassinChamarel3rdJuneWed?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-f47es3_zdXg&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/IlAuxCerfs4thJuneThurs?authkey=Gv1sRgCKbGlfu367noSQ&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/BlueBay5thJuneFri?authkey=Gv1sRgCLLg36iXrdb9Ig&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/Catamaran6thJuneSat?authkey=Gv1sRgCJOA9JCFxpPsDg&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/EastOfMRU7thJuneSun?authkey=Gv1sRgCOyo3uD6w7LJYw&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/GrisGris_south?authkey=Gv1sRgCOOJ3YaOgdi35gE&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/Perebere?feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/BotanicalGardenEtc10thWed?authkey=Gv1sRgCKCUtczkqvbzCA&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/ShoppingGrandbaie11thThurs?authkey=Gv1sRgCKyymOjN7fnoQw&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/CyclingToTrouDeBitches?authkey=Gv1sRgCMb-xIS2kfOHDQ&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/AQUARIUM13THJUNE?authkey=Gv1sRgCNzMrK_FsbTSVQ&feat=directlink
THE HEmkund pics are ::: (they are incomplete too)
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/Hmknt?authkey=Gv1sRgCLzNyO6YmZD7JA&feat=directlink
anyways.. no posts in june nah .. i've been busy .. for the wrong reasons though. i have been out exploring life, sometimes with random people, sometimes alone and sometimes meeting new ones.
this one's got to be short (with just the june chronology) and i'll elaborate my experiences about places in individual posts i'll write later ..
ok .
31st may-we're off to mauritius
14th june-back to india
15th june-18th june-local sight seeing (including kasauli)
19th june- meet frnz and pack for hemkund sahib
20th june (at 1 am)- off to hemkund
26th june (3 am)-back to chandi
so .. as u see, its been an explorative fantasy, this june... for mauritius pictures links (datewise are:::::
(hey the links are incomplete with no photography pictures because that folder did not get copied. those pictures will soon find its due space on www.ankitj.co.nr )
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/Way2MRU31stMay2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCNyxqaC-2dqN-QE&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/MonChoisy1stJuneMon?authkey=Gv1sRgCNHQxqbBn42UVw&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/CaselaFlicEnFlacBDayArham2ndJuneTues?authkey=Gv1sRgCJqGtq33j4ybLA&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/GrandBassinChamarel3rdJuneWed?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-f47es3_zdXg&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/IlAuxCerfs4thJuneThurs?authkey=Gv1sRgCKbGlfu367noSQ&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/BlueBay5thJuneFri?authkey=Gv1sRgCLLg36iXrdb9Ig&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/Catamaran6thJuneSat?authkey=Gv1sRgCJOA9JCFxpPsDg&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/EastOfMRU7thJuneSun?authkey=Gv1sRgCOyo3uD6w7LJYw&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/GrisGris_south?authkey=Gv1sRgCOOJ3YaOgdi35gE&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/Perebere?feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/BotanicalGardenEtc10thWed?authkey=Gv1sRgCKCUtczkqvbzCA&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/ShoppingGrandbaie11thThurs?authkey=Gv1sRgCKyymOjN7fnoQw&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/CyclingToTrouDeBitches?authkey=Gv1sRgCMb-xIS2kfOHDQ&feat=directlink
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/AQUARIUM13THJUNE?authkey=Gv1sRgCNzMrK_FsbTSVQ&feat=directlink
THE HEmkund pics are ::: (they are incomplete too)
http://picasaweb.google.com/ankitj.pec/Hmknt?authkey=Gv1sRgCLzNyO6YmZD7JA&feat=directlink
Thursday, May 28, 2009
SD card ....
This carries on from the annual honors ceremony where i broke my camera .. luckily it got repaired in time for my trip to mauritius .. now, another story crops up in this whole episode .. first, the mental trauma of losing a possession .. then the joy of seeing it back to life...
when i got back the camera, i just found to my luck, a 2GB SD card left inside by mistake by the service centre guys ....
thats the another story ...
it had, by chance, 200+ pictures plus videos... it started with closeups of the guy whose card it must have been .. the poor quality pics clearly suggested that the camera was either a digital camcorder (bcoz of brilliant quality videos), must have been panasonic(we knw it for its good video quality, i personally have seen that)... seems sherlock holmes like, but the point is that the camera does not now exist.. thats for sure .. coming to the pictures, the facts lie here ...
the SD card saw bangkok (or some that kind of place, with dolphins and sound/light shows dominating the starting 100 pictures.. ) then some family function with girls dancing (i wonder why people like taking videos of girls dancing, that too from steep angles).
the person has married(in his late 30's or early 40's), has 2 kids, (a boy and a girl)apart from a joint family kind of culture, it seemed the pictures clicked were of last summer's. (probably earlier).
basically the guy's a rich one, had a new home (in some outskirt of chandi or punjab). he's a baniya, for sure and has a traditional punjabi culture in his roots. anyways, the SD card travelled some new plots too, probably the guy is a property consultant or something ... (thats where he got money to take family on a bangkok trip). his mentality is average, but i've mentioned the distinct baniya traits in him .. ...
then came the sad part .. the pics changed to the known panasonic service centre, being used for its test purposes .. some pics later, came me, when the owner showed a pic of me by clicking using my camera ... the camera was working... and i also got a 2 GB SD card alongwith it ...
now its all formatted .. deleted from memory .. hope it stays here
when i got back the camera, i just found to my luck, a 2GB SD card left inside by mistake by the service centre guys ....
thats the another story ...
it had, by chance, 200+ pictures plus videos... it started with closeups of the guy whose card it must have been .. the poor quality pics clearly suggested that the camera was either a digital camcorder (bcoz of brilliant quality videos), must have been panasonic(we knw it for its good video quality, i personally have seen that)... seems sherlock holmes like, but the point is that the camera does not now exist.. thats for sure .. coming to the pictures, the facts lie here ...
the SD card saw bangkok (or some that kind of place, with dolphins and sound/light shows dominating the starting 100 pictures.. ) then some family function with girls dancing (i wonder why people like taking videos of girls dancing, that too from steep angles).
the person has married(in his late 30's or early 40's), has 2 kids, (a boy and a girl)apart from a joint family kind of culture, it seemed the pictures clicked were of last summer's. (probably earlier).
basically the guy's a rich one, had a new home (in some outskirt of chandi or punjab). he's a baniya, for sure and has a traditional punjabi culture in his roots. anyways, the SD card travelled some new plots too, probably the guy is a property consultant or something ... (thats where he got money to take family on a bangkok trip). his mentality is average, but i've mentioned the distinct baniya traits in him .. ...
then came the sad part .. the pics changed to the known panasonic service centre, being used for its test purposes .. some pics later, came me, when the owner showed a pic of me by clicking using my camera ... the camera was working... and i also got a 2 GB SD card alongwith it ...
now its all formatted .. deleted from memory .. hope it stays here
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
the lotus eater ..
yes . opeth's new album shares the name with what has happened in indian politics .. shall i also say it was a 3rd front eater ??
i am no hard fan of any party or any person, but its too obvious why congress outperformed .. .as told by the inlighted people, this is the first time the young generation (40% of population) is going to vote . this young generation is however different from the previous young ones. . they are grown up after 1991 liberation of india ... that is actually a big turning point.. we know that the next generation would be learning all about the 1991 reforms, but though we're unaware of the importance of it, we've grown up in it and have just taken up stand against many things ..
firstly the religional divides. no guy supports it and it wont work. next comes development. we are pretty much aware of inclusive growth and think ideologically that with our increase in income, the poor should benefit as well. the days of lack of information are over . all the information is at a touch of a button. we are intelligent and thats why we decide after thinking. anyways, the major reason of the 'lotus eating' was rahul gandhi. the girls swoon over him while the guys consider him an intelligent guy after listening his conversation.
anyways, i am not a fan of his but there is just one thing the congress can boast of and that is the young brigade, with jyoti scindhya, sachin pilot etc . the point is that all the BJP leaders were due to emergency in 1971 and after that, no leader has come from its wings .. they have just grown older. even lalu, nitish were offsprings of 1971 emergency. anyways, the rahul factor has helped newer faces come into an imperialist party and helped its cause . thats why he got the praise which he deserves. coming to congress, it means business and it should, too . it should focus on inclusive growth, have a left inside it (to prevent any wrong action, which would make india suffer, cause though they are fools, they helped the last regime big time by stopping certain decisions on disinvestment and policy making. ) an example is the trouble chinese govt. is in and indian govt. hardly has a problem with US now, after its collapse is that left guys prevented indian PSU banks to buy fraudulent securities (of the AAA companies at that time) and it helped when we they crashed . had congress been alone, we'd have been in a bigger mess that we are in right now .
so, you've eaten the lotus, now you must open your minds policy makers ... think and think hard ! cause indians are good at it and we have that foresight to get us to greater heights than never before.
i am no hard fan of any party or any person, but its too obvious why congress outperformed .. .as told by the inlighted people, this is the first time the young generation (40% of population) is going to vote . this young generation is however different from the previous young ones. . they are grown up after 1991 liberation of india ... that is actually a big turning point.. we know that the next generation would be learning all about the 1991 reforms, but though we're unaware of the importance of it, we've grown up in it and have just taken up stand against many things ..
firstly the religional divides. no guy supports it and it wont work. next comes development. we are pretty much aware of inclusive growth and think ideologically that with our increase in income, the poor should benefit as well. the days of lack of information are over . all the information is at a touch of a button. we are intelligent and thats why we decide after thinking. anyways, the major reason of the 'lotus eating' was rahul gandhi. the girls swoon over him while the guys consider him an intelligent guy after listening his conversation.
anyways, i am not a fan of his but there is just one thing the congress can boast of and that is the young brigade, with jyoti scindhya, sachin pilot etc . the point is that all the BJP leaders were due to emergency in 1971 and after that, no leader has come from its wings .. they have just grown older. even lalu, nitish were offsprings of 1971 emergency. anyways, the rahul factor has helped newer faces come into an imperialist party and helped its cause . thats why he got the praise which he deserves. coming to congress, it means business and it should, too . it should focus on inclusive growth, have a left inside it (to prevent any wrong action, which would make india suffer, cause though they are fools, they helped the last regime big time by stopping certain decisions on disinvestment and policy making. ) an example is the trouble chinese govt. is in and indian govt. hardly has a problem with US now, after its collapse is that left guys prevented indian PSU banks to buy fraudulent securities (of the AAA companies at that time) and it helped when we they crashed . had congress been alone, we'd have been in a bigger mess that we are in right now .
so, you've eaten the lotus, now you must open your minds policy makers ... think and think hard ! cause indians are good at it and we have that foresight to get us to greater heights than never before.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
growing up
When a child, i was very much keen on growing up and being 18. the age is somehow so curious filled for a boy, making him dream that when at this age, he can do wonders .. know what the life is about and probably get a partner to marry .. and god knows wat shit ..
sadly, the boy learns earlier than 18 that the girl-boy thing and marriage thing is just a part of life .
but yaa .. the curiousity remains ..
at 18, u get to go to theatres, feel adult and be free ... and if u're lucky, you get to do what you actually desire of and to the parents, you dont need to give a damn .. another thing which happens at 18 is that you get to vote and participate in the society (thats too idealistic, but the post is about voting.. sadly).
when you reach 18, you just realize that there was nothing so great about it ... the movies, you've already seen, its just a common thing now and its not anymore curious... all that you get at 18 is the saddest thing .. you get to stand in queues and wait .. you have to wait for licence making, for college admissions, for bank operations and god knows what all .. hell, you even have to stand in queues for using public toilets, if its crowded, cause u cant give an excuse that u're a kid and cant control ur piss..
whatever, being a children is so way cooler. . no lines, you get all the things because of your 'innocence' factor and adults go way ahead to make you get what you want ... if your mom doesnt, your papa would . if he doesnt your relative or bigger brother/sister etc would give to your whims and provide you with all the things you need with a spoon ....
now, i finally turned 18 and got a voter ID card .. i even had the opportunity to vote .. sounds really exciting, participating in the biggest democratic process. being a part of the big society .. but sadly here too you had to wait in a line to get your turn. had i been too old or too young, i'd just have gone inside the booth and done the process.. (i tried to go inside, trying to be oversmart and pretending i couldnt see the line, had to walk out of the poll booth and join the line, thats when i decided to right about this post). anyways i got to vote and felt really satisfied when the results came out. plus, seeing the indelible ink on your index finger is way too cool. the color changes from light sky blue to dark blue to purple to brown and it finally wears off ... just reminds you of being a citizen who thinks about the society ... theres nothing else that is cool about being 18 ... ... nothing
but anyways, believe me, being old just makes get to know what is right or wrong. if you're not so lucky, probably you wont be able to understand what is right . right is right but wrong is also right. it just depends .. complex, convoluted life has no easy way out .. no shortcut (if you try shortcuts, you'd just enter the line like me). just toil and logic ..
sadly, the boy learns earlier than 18 that the girl-boy thing and marriage thing is just a part of life .
but yaa .. the curiousity remains ..
at 18, u get to go to theatres, feel adult and be free ... and if u're lucky, you get to do what you actually desire of and to the parents, you dont need to give a damn .. another thing which happens at 18 is that you get to vote and participate in the society (thats too idealistic, but the post is about voting.. sadly).
when you reach 18, you just realize that there was nothing so great about it ... the movies, you've already seen, its just a common thing now and its not anymore curious... all that you get at 18 is the saddest thing .. you get to stand in queues and wait .. you have to wait for licence making, for college admissions, for bank operations and god knows what all .. hell, you even have to stand in queues for using public toilets, if its crowded, cause u cant give an excuse that u're a kid and cant control ur piss..
whatever, being a children is so way cooler. . no lines, you get all the things because of your 'innocence' factor and adults go way ahead to make you get what you want ... if your mom doesnt, your papa would . if he doesnt your relative or bigger brother/sister etc would give to your whims and provide you with all the things you need with a spoon ....
now, i finally turned 18 and got a voter ID card .. i even had the opportunity to vote .. sounds really exciting, participating in the biggest democratic process. being a part of the big society .. but sadly here too you had to wait in a line to get your turn. had i been too old or too young, i'd just have gone inside the booth and done the process.. (i tried to go inside, trying to be oversmart and pretending i couldnt see the line, had to walk out of the poll booth and join the line, thats when i decided to right about this post). anyways i got to vote and felt really satisfied when the results came out. plus, seeing the indelible ink on your index finger is way too cool. the color changes from light sky blue to dark blue to purple to brown and it finally wears off ... just reminds you of being a citizen who thinks about the society ... theres nothing else that is cool about being 18 ... ... nothing
but anyways, believe me, being old just makes get to know what is right or wrong. if you're not so lucky, probably you wont be able to understand what is right . right is right but wrong is also right. it just depends .. complex, convoluted life has no easy way out .. no shortcut (if you try shortcuts, you'd just enter the line like me). just toil and logic ..
Thursday, May 7, 2009
annual honors ceremony ...
the tamasha has finished, the results out and all the 4 year acts just come down to one word .. color .. college color.. for the less educated, a college color is a piece of highest achievement done during college days. IIT's are supposed to give 10 college colors to people who have not only excelled in their fields but got laurels for the college.
In PEC, last year was different (with 100+ people getting colors making a mockery out of it.) Our DSW sir, at the cleaning up task, was brilliant to suggest that the number would reduce to just 40'ish. 1 guy gets only 1 color despite he being great in 2 or more things .. and so the other rules follow up ..
But the tamasha of getting recognition is as simple as forcing your way to get one. All you have to do is be argumentative, have lots of butter and be forceful in some way (approach of prakash singh badal did it last year, this year having relatives with college authority may do the trick). Well, some people have really worked hard over the span of the college and deserve the peice of recognition. while others are great at the art of pleasing and deserve a color, too. But what makes me sad is the 'external' pressure which causes people to change decisions and get a recognition he DOES NOT definately deserve. I understand quantifying work done by individual is not a piece of cake, but by doing just 1 thing due to 'external' pressure tarnishes the image of the system.
Further, the 'pleasing' guys (i call that GC wale bande) just need to be at the right moment and time and just by forcing authorities can get their job done ...... thats not idealistic, but practically thats what has always happened and will always will .. but is there anything we can do about it ?? can anyone really justify that these acts of forcing yourself to get recognition or anything good ?
i've got a color for NSS (which i had no certificate for 4 years till now and felt really sad cause i had devoted my energy into it, but now feel satisfied with the best recognition possible) and for IETE, (For which frankly i just worked for 2 years, not a thing i've really put my life behind here in college, but its just a compensator because i worked damn hard 4 years on the trot in PECFEST and could just not get a college color for it. but anyways, i deserved it for my personal accomplishments done in the technical field. )
am content, but certain people which i feel bad for are harman, sharma, harshal, gurinder etc. because they deserved a fair chance,too, if certain people who've worked equalto or less than them got it.
In PEC, last year was different (with 100+ people getting colors making a mockery out of it.) Our DSW sir, at the cleaning up task, was brilliant to suggest that the number would reduce to just 40'ish. 1 guy gets only 1 color despite he being great in 2 or more things .. and so the other rules follow up ..
But the tamasha of getting recognition is as simple as forcing your way to get one. All you have to do is be argumentative, have lots of butter and be forceful in some way (approach of prakash singh badal did it last year, this year having relatives with college authority may do the trick). Well, some people have really worked hard over the span of the college and deserve the peice of recognition. while others are great at the art of pleasing and deserve a color, too. But what makes me sad is the 'external' pressure which causes people to change decisions and get a recognition he DOES NOT definately deserve. I understand quantifying work done by individual is not a piece of cake, but by doing just 1 thing due to 'external' pressure tarnishes the image of the system.
Further, the 'pleasing' guys (i call that GC wale bande) just need to be at the right moment and time and just by forcing authorities can get their job done ...... thats not idealistic, but practically thats what has always happened and will always will .. but is there anything we can do about it ?? can anyone really justify that these acts of forcing yourself to get recognition or anything good ?
i've got a color for NSS (which i had no certificate for 4 years till now and felt really sad cause i had devoted my energy into it, but now feel satisfied with the best recognition possible) and for IETE, (For which frankly i just worked for 2 years, not a thing i've really put my life behind here in college, but its just a compensator because i worked damn hard 4 years on the trot in PECFEST and could just not get a college color for it. but anyways, i deserved it for my personal accomplishments done in the technical field. )
am content, but certain people which i feel bad for are harman, sharma, harshal, gurinder etc. because they deserved a fair chance,too, if certain people who've worked equalto or less than them got it.
the final countdown....
The final week of the college (assuming final exams turn out to be a smooth affair) is turning out to be really unexpected, to say the least. have way down, we've had some nice suprises after the disaster of Open House held on saturday .. (thats a personal thing, so no more discussions)
now then, we get to know the busy schedule ahead.... Monday is the usual day having 1 or 2 classes where arun 'maaroes' some senti to make a point.
Trying to make us remember the bond we share with teachers and more blah blah about respect and not to say bad about them (which is definately true, but being truthful has never and will never be wrong). This makes me think about the 'political correctness' and praising everyone and not saying true things despite you feel that (just for the sake of getting more promotions or more people start liking you or all the things) they call that being practical .. yes .. that is .. being true may not make you rise high but remind you that you never bent low for petty rises in life.... thats what a leader is supposed to do cause when the opportunity beckons, the true will jump higher than the sycophant followers....
anyways philosophy later, its more about the final countdown .. well wednesday comes and so does the final departmental farewell, which is a sweet suprize, with a sweet saying written specially for us on the blackboard (reminds of the school rite ). then teachers inviting us for a snack with them and casual discussion over the cup of tea.. ... then comes a classroom discussion with a beautiful message by the teachers about the 'start' of the new phase of life .... a career and really an optimistism injection which everyone would never forget ...
then comes the dinner at director's house, a special treat by the college (imagine a govt. college with all the bureaucracy all the four years to get a single rupee holding out a lavish dinner for the final yearites as a farewell gift.... something totally unexpected and something really sweet)
such acts of exuberance shows the love the authorities want to imbibe in us for the college and rightly so... they deserve it..
apart from the technical glitches, the poor interaction and a wide gap between the students and teachers, the college has helped everyone learn a lesson or two.
those who wanted achievement got it. those which wanted acceptance among peers, too got theirs. people got what they wanted, be it friends, love, job, power, money (ahh yes, people got that too, by hook or crook or by winning some big competitions) and for more philosophical guys like me, learning... yes .. i got my share of learning about the world and how it is designed and how it works and how to live ....
so, there is something everyone got from the college. the final acts just remind of that and wake you up to say, start loving it ... now its the time what you can do for the college .. so dont forget it .......
now then, we get to know the busy schedule ahead.... Monday is the usual day having 1 or 2 classes where arun 'maaroes' some senti to make a point.
Trying to make us remember the bond we share with teachers and more blah blah about respect and not to say bad about them (which is definately true, but being truthful has never and will never be wrong). This makes me think about the 'political correctness' and praising everyone and not saying true things despite you feel that (just for the sake of getting more promotions or more people start liking you or all the things) they call that being practical .. yes .. that is .. being true may not make you rise high but remind you that you never bent low for petty rises in life.... thats what a leader is supposed to do cause when the opportunity beckons, the true will jump higher than the sycophant followers....
anyways philosophy later, its more about the final countdown .. well wednesday comes and so does the final departmental farewell, which is a sweet suprize, with a sweet saying written specially for us on the blackboard (reminds of the school rite ). then teachers inviting us for a snack with them and casual discussion over the cup of tea.. ... then comes a classroom discussion with a beautiful message by the teachers about the 'start' of the new phase of life .... a career and really an optimistism injection which everyone would never forget ...
then comes the dinner at director's house, a special treat by the college (imagine a govt. college with all the bureaucracy all the four years to get a single rupee holding out a lavish dinner for the final yearites as a farewell gift.... something totally unexpected and something really sweet)
such acts of exuberance shows the love the authorities want to imbibe in us for the college and rightly so... they deserve it..
apart from the technical glitches, the poor interaction and a wide gap between the students and teachers, the college has helped everyone learn a lesson or two.
those who wanted achievement got it. those which wanted acceptance among peers, too got theirs. people got what they wanted, be it friends, love, job, power, money (ahh yes, people got that too, by hook or crook or by winning some big competitions) and for more philosophical guys like me, learning... yes .. i got my share of learning about the world and how it is designed and how it works and how to live ....
so, there is something everyone got from the college. the final acts just remind of that and wake you up to say, start loving it ... now its the time what you can do for the college .. so dont forget it .......
Saturday, May 2, 2009
haar ke jeetne wale ko baazigar kehte hai ....
since January, we've been going nuts about the major project. We've started from scratch, the problem, the inception of the idea, the design, the development, the testing and the final fabrication....
all these steps have gone more or less smoothly (with the first development part taking much time, which anyways, will). our bloddy out-of-the-world stealth robo has worked everytime with no exception what so ever....
we've worked hard in all the cycles with decisions all the way and the baby has grown up quite well.
till 2nd may 2 AM
bloddy 2nd may ... our fabrication was over week ago and only assembly of the robo and aesthetics remained for 1 week (imagine the consistency at which we've worked for 3 months .. i'll not go into the details bout it, but it was very consistent) just when aesthetic look's last step (putting up a start button on the bot rather than manual soldered wires) at 2 made a mess out of everything .. (those buggers which think a connection had gone awry, its not that cause we'd glue-gunned every possible wire to avoid any kind of mishap.. but still it just stopped .. like 'bhoot' coming in the circuit)
i planned to sleep at 2 while my friends were busy working damn hard. i wake up at 4 30 to read the most disastrous note by them (they slept at 3 30). bot aint working ... and our evaluation for the major project is at 8 ...
desperation time, we've done everything and actually made 'something' work by 8 15 in the morning.. we've setup everything just in the nick of time but the problem is that we havent got that much time to show them a demo at 8 40 of our robot..
we've lost... but we work hard .. over our stall and the blodddy robot is alive !!!!!!!!!!
F*** the examiners, our project is liked by teachers and its an impressive thing... ... (though the alive robot has lots of technical snags, but atleast a demo was shown and liked by all)
we've lost yes .. but atleast we've given all that we're worth off .... the best bunch of hardworkin guys ... hats off to my friends seriouslly ....
we've lost .. yes .. won 2 hearts atleast (1 of rihani who said they're my students , and the other an entrepreneur who likes our work .....esp. the code.. )
in all the last night desperation, i forgot to tell that i got no time to change my clothes (i was presenting everyone in capris - night dress), to brush (imagine the smell comin of my mouth) to do all the normal guy does .. .i got 3 hours of sleep on may 2, but that was the 'baddest' sleep of my 4 years...
call it a 'bhoot' which came into our bot to prevent it work for like 10 hours, or wateva .. but all's well that ends well ...
o .. we've lost, but i won a race on my way back home on my yamaha.. guess whom the race was against ? ?
a BMW .. (n believe me it was at break-neck acceleration from 0 to 80)..
all these steps have gone more or less smoothly (with the first development part taking much time, which anyways, will). our bloddy out-of-the-world stealth robo has worked everytime with no exception what so ever....
we've worked hard in all the cycles with decisions all the way and the baby has grown up quite well.
till 2nd may 2 AM
bloddy 2nd may ... our fabrication was over week ago and only assembly of the robo and aesthetics remained for 1 week (imagine the consistency at which we've worked for 3 months .. i'll not go into the details bout it, but it was very consistent) just when aesthetic look's last step (putting up a start button on the bot rather than manual soldered wires) at 2 made a mess out of everything .. (those buggers which think a connection had gone awry, its not that cause we'd glue-gunned every possible wire to avoid any kind of mishap.. but still it just stopped .. like 'bhoot' coming in the circuit)
i planned to sleep at 2 while my friends were busy working damn hard. i wake up at 4 30 to read the most disastrous note by them (they slept at 3 30). bot aint working ... and our evaluation for the major project is at 8 ...
desperation time, we've done everything and actually made 'something' work by 8 15 in the morning.. we've setup everything just in the nick of time but the problem is that we havent got that much time to show them a demo at 8 40 of our robot..
we've lost... but we work hard .. over our stall and the blodddy robot is alive !!!!!!!!!!
F*** the examiners, our project is liked by teachers and its an impressive thing... ... (though the alive robot has lots of technical snags, but atleast a demo was shown and liked by all)
we've lost yes .. but atleast we've given all that we're worth off .... the best bunch of hardworkin guys ... hats off to my friends seriouslly ....
we've lost .. yes .. won 2 hearts atleast (1 of rihani who said they're my students , and the other an entrepreneur who likes our work .....esp. the code.. )
in all the last night desperation, i forgot to tell that i got no time to change my clothes (i was presenting everyone in capris - night dress), to brush (imagine the smell comin of my mouth) to do all the normal guy does .. .i got 3 hours of sleep on may 2, but that was the 'baddest' sleep of my 4 years...
call it a 'bhoot' which came into our bot to prevent it work for like 10 hours, or wateva .. but all's well that ends well ...
o .. we've lost, but i won a race on my way back home on my yamaha.. guess whom the race was against ? ?
a BMW .. (n believe me it was at break-neck acceleration from 0 to 80)..
Thursday, April 30, 2009
long time no see
its been a long time since i've blogged .. well the reasons are imminent ... college is finishing, its been a busy april with lots and lots of things and lack of sleep ruling.
Further, there's lot of entertainment going on with the political tamasha and the IPL giving the much needed daily dose of entertainment that the internet 'used' to offer.
Other not-so-obvious reason is that my internet limit is exceeded again, so i am on conservation mode. the daily day ends up with attending classes, ghoomoing, eating at select restros everyday, doing some work in college, coming late home, watchin ipl and late night phone thingy's (whenever applicable).
i guess till may 20 its gonna be diff. bloggin regularly, so .... till then alvida !
Further, there's lot of entertainment going on with the political tamasha and the IPL giving the much needed daily dose of entertainment that the internet 'used' to offer.
Other not-so-obvious reason is that my internet limit is exceeded again, so i am on conservation mode. the daily day ends up with attending classes, ghoomoing, eating at select restros everyday, doing some work in college, coming late home, watchin ipl and late night phone thingy's (whenever applicable).
i guess till may 20 its gonna be diff. bloggin regularly, so .... till then alvida !
Saturday, April 18, 2009
IPL shuru !
IPL season 2 just started today and it feels great that we have some better source of entertainment apart from the stupid election bakwaas thats going on. i had the opportunity to talk with some slum people regarding the election thingy, too and the results are that people would remain fools while the politicians would remain 'gundas'/corrupt. while the male votes would still be sold in the name of liquor/other emoluments, the females are a subdued class and they will continue to vote to their husband's likings .. ...
coming back to IPL, it seems like a liquor haven too! apart from DLF sponsoring the league, everywhere u'll find different brands of the same company (UB) and apart from owning a team, vijay mallya has cleverly imprinted his brand on every person getting TV footage, from the cheergirls to the players to the commentators to even the umpires ! call that as advertising ......
another thing that deserves mention is that old is gold and this old saying will continue to remain true. rahul dravid is lovely and any criticism is just bad for the guy .... his elegance deserves a special mention and so does tendulkar. their greatness is and will remain supreme. one thing about dravid is his sheer strokeplay (and sometimes predetermined game, which lands him in trouble). and warne and kumble !!! how can someone talk about them ?? both have retired yes.. both are soo different in their approaches but both are equally successful. while warne can control the amount of leg-spin going in a delivery, kumble bowls to the limitations the batsman has. and some critics say indians fire only on indian grounds-that seems false, too. with tendulkar, dravid and kumble being in the limelight today and KP, flintoff, smith etc all bungling up, its obvious that indian cricket is and will be a treat to watch ....
coming back to IPL, it seems like a liquor haven too! apart from DLF sponsoring the league, everywhere u'll find different brands of the same company (UB) and apart from owning a team, vijay mallya has cleverly imprinted his brand on every person getting TV footage, from the cheergirls to the players to the commentators to even the umpires ! call that as advertising ......
another thing that deserves mention is that old is gold and this old saying will continue to remain true. rahul dravid is lovely and any criticism is just bad for the guy .... his elegance deserves a special mention and so does tendulkar. their greatness is and will remain supreme. one thing about dravid is his sheer strokeplay (and sometimes predetermined game, which lands him in trouble). and warne and kumble !!! how can someone talk about them ?? both have retired yes.. both are soo different in their approaches but both are equally successful. while warne can control the amount of leg-spin going in a delivery, kumble bowls to the limitations the batsman has. and some critics say indians fire only on indian grounds-that seems false, too. with tendulkar, dravid and kumble being in the limelight today and KP, flintoff, smith etc all bungling up, its obvious that indian cricket is and will be a treat to watch ....
Saturday, April 11, 2009
what have i been upto ?
after the march ending with successful techfest and pecfest closing, i dont really know what i've been upto. its 11th april and things are flowing damn fast. may's a step away and final exams and then degree is gonna be in my hands and i'd be sitting the same way waiting for my job offer to come and me doing something constructive in life. damn .. what have i been upto these important 11 days ??
ah, yes.. exams were round the corner. so assuming the first week went in studying (plus late night talks with umm hmmm .. o no .. dint do dat either ... ). and the holidays are making it worser for me to live the final days of college. my exams went off okayish, with rihani giving an easy paper (its too obvious, that guy is predictablly obvious. 1st sessional-he'll satisfy his ego, next sessional-he'll satisfy ur's). nag was at his usual, 1 question from the syllabus out of 3. arun was a suprize, with easier questions to help people pass the subject (they've gone so bloddy predictable that they gave solved examples so that atleast we guys wud get that right in the paper. ) sadly, i wrote 1 mm equal to 10 cm, forgot to add 2 numbers etc. despite stupid errors, i expect an average score, which is fine.
coming back, i guess i've been upto playing travian and kicking some people's villages. 5 guys have resigned since i've started attacking them.. so thats one good thing i've done. what else ??
that major project.. yes. today was a good day for science . tomorrow's gonna be better..
people ask me .. what are we upto in that ... i guess its the time to write it ....
well, our major project is a stealth robot. rocket science ?? not really
recall the mumbai terror blasts. the need of beforehand information regarding any kind of unwanted activity is immense. automating techniques to prevent life is important. imagine some device which goes into hostile locations and shows you what is the exact scenario. no its not a fixed camera am talking about. a moving robot, with features to help achieve stealth operations.
now imagine yourself in US and you call up ur home number. you control a robot at your home to see if everything's okay. so what features our WALL-E has ??
essential features::
mobile controlled semi-autonomous/ autonomous robot
video/audio wireless transmission
usb charging
LCD for easy understanding
high level of encryption
provision of reaching destination autonomously
3 degrees of freedom (it moves all directions plus camera mount is movable by user)
cool .. ummm hmmm (na dat does not refer to the late night talks)
i guess i have been upto something now ...
PS: i've decided it's name to be sanjay (dhritrashtra's eyes of the kurukshetra war)
ah, yes.. exams were round the corner. so assuming the first week went in studying (plus late night talks with umm hmmm .. o no .. dint do dat either ... ). and the holidays are making it worser for me to live the final days of college. my exams went off okayish, with rihani giving an easy paper (its too obvious, that guy is predictablly obvious. 1st sessional-he'll satisfy his ego, next sessional-he'll satisfy ur's). nag was at his usual, 1 question from the syllabus out of 3. arun was a suprize, with easier questions to help people pass the subject (they've gone so bloddy predictable that they gave solved examples so that atleast we guys wud get that right in the paper. ) sadly, i wrote 1 mm equal to 10 cm, forgot to add 2 numbers etc. despite stupid errors, i expect an average score, which is fine.
coming back, i guess i've been upto playing travian and kicking some people's villages. 5 guys have resigned since i've started attacking them.. so thats one good thing i've done. what else ??
that major project.. yes. today was a good day for science . tomorrow's gonna be better..
people ask me .. what are we upto in that ... i guess its the time to write it ....
well, our major project is a stealth robot. rocket science ?? not really
recall the mumbai terror blasts. the need of beforehand information regarding any kind of unwanted activity is immense. automating techniques to prevent life is important. imagine some device which goes into hostile locations and shows you what is the exact scenario. no its not a fixed camera am talking about. a moving robot, with features to help achieve stealth operations.
now imagine yourself in US and you call up ur home number. you control a robot at your home to see if everything's okay. so what features our WALL-E has ??
essential features::
mobile controlled semi-autonomous/ autonomous robot
video/audio wireless transmission
usb charging
LCD for easy understanding
high level of encryption
provision of reaching destination autonomously
3 degrees of freedom (it moves all directions plus camera mount is movable by user)
cool .. ummm hmmm (na dat does not refer to the late night talks)
i guess i have been upto something now ...
PS: i've decided it's name to be sanjay (dhritrashtra's eyes of the kurukshetra war)
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