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....
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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 ...
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. ;)
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.
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 !
Friday, July 17, 2009
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.
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, 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, 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
one, two unbuckle your shoe...
are you a journalist ?? A hindi one ?? the one which speaks speaks with regular pause of 700 ms between each word and with sound loudness greater than 60 db ? read on ....
if not,then read on.. (as if you'll agree with what i instruct)
Well, it all starts with west. since the (in)famous attempt at shoe-throwing on Mr. Bush, its caught up quite fast to be the the coolest fashion among the journalists. Chinese PM got it in UK but our developing india aint far behind the west. as elucidated in the past, India's great at adopting western bad habits quickly, as seen in first-hand by mr. chidambaram and naveen jindal.
First, wear old shoes from home. Then plan out the attack. it should be within the important parts of the speech of the victim, so that all the cameras are rolling, otherwise its an attempt gone in vain. Dont hurry, cause other journalists would miss the opportunity to interview but dont wait too much cause the person may be gone by the time your guts have come out. Having a seat near the right-centre is preferable (for right handers) because of ease in throwing action. dont be too angular too, cause it would give the nearby people time to stop. The MOST IMPORTANT thing is to be careful that the shoe does NOT hit the target because thats the trend brother ........... thats the hidden victoria's secret (what bullshit i write)
well, lets not go into the nitty-gritty discussing the obvious facts like things to gain by this- publicity, money (the sikh guy who threw at chidambaram got 2 lakh in cash from akali's) , opportunity to make a 'sansani-khez' story on jail behavior (remember you're a journalist) and immortalization and probably a reference in children's history books, too (if you're lucky). More importantly, its the fame your family gets. your mom is seen on the TV bragging about your good history and your wife seen supporting you (despite of the last night fight). Your job increments increase because they're afraid you'll join politics.
Another thing is the aftermath. Dont forget to give a dumb explanation for the act. some prior research may help. what else, dont forget the victoria's secret brother ..
and for the victims, dont forget to forgive the thrower cause that would help you show your kind heart. Btw, what else can you do ? u got humiliated in front of national TV. you want to cry like rakhi sawant and tell everyone that they'll have to pay for what they did ??? Am sure you wont want that..... would you ?
if not,then read on.. (as if you'll agree with what i instruct)
Well, it all starts with west. since the (in)famous attempt at shoe-throwing on Mr. Bush, its caught up quite fast to be the the coolest fashion among the journalists. Chinese PM got it in UK but our developing india aint far behind the west. as elucidated in the past, India's great at adopting western bad habits quickly, as seen in first-hand by mr. chidambaram and naveen jindal.
First, wear old shoes from home. Then plan out the attack. it should be within the important parts of the speech of the victim, so that all the cameras are rolling, otherwise its an attempt gone in vain. Dont hurry, cause other journalists would miss the opportunity to interview but dont wait too much cause the person may be gone by the time your guts have come out. Having a seat near the right-centre is preferable (for right handers) because of ease in throwing action. dont be too angular too, cause it would give the nearby people time to stop. The MOST IMPORTANT thing is to be careful that the shoe does NOT hit the target because thats the trend brother ........... thats the hidden victoria's secret (what bullshit i write)
well, lets not go into the nitty-gritty discussing the obvious facts like things to gain by this- publicity, money (the sikh guy who threw at chidambaram got 2 lakh in cash from akali's) , opportunity to make a 'sansani-khez' story on jail behavior (remember you're a journalist) and immortalization and probably a reference in children's history books, too (if you're lucky). More importantly, its the fame your family gets. your mom is seen on the TV bragging about your good history and your wife seen supporting you (despite of the last night fight). Your job increments increase because they're afraid you'll join politics.
Another thing is the aftermath. Dont forget to give a dumb explanation for the act. some prior research may help. what else, dont forget the victoria's secret brother ..
and for the victims, dont forget to forgive the thrower cause that would help you show your kind heart. Btw, what else can you do ? u got humiliated in front of national TV. you want to cry like rakhi sawant and tell everyone that they'll have to pay for what they did ??? Am sure you wont want that..... would you ?
Saturday, March 21, 2009
3 things to a good night's sleep
In my endeavor to learn some good manners, i've come across a cool 3 thing formula to have a healthy, good night's sleep.
1)Clean up the room
2)Take a Bath
3)Read before sleeping
As obvious, All the things seem entirely difficult in my case. However, i've managed to abide it for 2 days out of 3, since i've started this stupid regime.
Considering the summers around the corner, i guess 2 should'nt be much of a problem with me. (Though i would reiterate, bathing once a day is a pain for people like me because of my personal mission against global warming, to reduce water pollution as less as possible.)
The first is not a difficult proposition either, just clear up the things you can see and create mess in the almirah or the store-room. That ways, you've cleaned up the room. right ??
and yes, the 3rd. reading sports page of a newspapers aint a bad proposition. (why read it in the morning ? lets defer it to the night)
as you can see, i hope to live up to my 'new' found resolution. amen.
1)Clean up the room
2)Take a Bath
3)Read before sleeping
As obvious, All the things seem entirely difficult in my case. However, i've managed to abide it for 2 days out of 3, since i've started this stupid regime.
Considering the summers around the corner, i guess 2 should'nt be much of a problem with me. (Though i would reiterate, bathing once a day is a pain for people like me because of my personal mission against global warming, to reduce water pollution as less as possible.)
The first is not a difficult proposition either, just clear up the things you can see and create mess in the almirah or the store-room. That ways, you've cleaned up the room. right ??
and yes, the 3rd. reading sports page of a newspapers aint a bad proposition. (why read it in the morning ? lets defer it to the night)
as you can see, i hope to live up to my 'new' found resolution. amen.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
confessions of a candid conservative
well, i managed to get an yearly diary of a conservative. am chronologically placing the facts i found interesting.
pre 1990's
Courtesans exist, are underground and illegal. Apart from this fact, i am pretty happy about the human relations and society. Cinema is not a bad thing, after all. (Though some movies showing women in jazzy clothes disgusts me.) The ills of society are the western thoughts coming in the minds of people which considers smoking and liquor is a part of life. For the west it is, being a cold place to live, but india is tropical. No requirement of alchohol for heat or cigar for the feeling of high. I dont think the movements will stand the cultural strength of india. Its ram-bhumi after all.
1990-1995
Education for all is an important thing. I believe its imperative for girls too to learn as much as they want to. (though i am confused what good is education to a woman who will marry a young boy and stay a housewife.. ahh yes. Women are great teachers for kids, too). they have proved alchohol and cigarette are both bad for health, so people may start avoiding it in due course. They say economy should be opened and foriegners be allowed. am really bamboozled by that. why did gandhiji remove foriegners in the first place ? had at that time they thought that foriegners are good for economy, india would not have been so great as it is today. the most proud thing india has is its culture, its people and unity. no foriegner should come and affect us again. SAY NO TO any foriegn material. swadesi banao, swadesi khao...
1995-1999
well, these years have seen an exponential increase in western clothing for youngsters. i dont understand how people wear things like jeans. i am disgusted after seeing kuch kuch hota hai and other adventurous movies. Cinema is bad. This concept of making friends between boys and girls is experimental, but not immoral. but clearly this movie has struck every rich kid to find a partner and have an affair. That someday will not lead to moral results, though. i hope the indian values are taught to these kids studying in private, metro colleges and stop experimenting with relationships in teenages. The hot topic of discussion in kitty-parties and social clubs are gossips of girls found walking with a boy or talking with them.
One thing thats good is, the flourish of newspapers and media, which is helping every individual to know, reason and decide.
2000-2005
as i had dreaded, there has been a flourish of rapes, acid-attacks and injustice to the women because of this 'westernisation' of the minds. news channels and media just reports these things everyday. insecurity is eroding more indian values as more and more women wish to support themselves with a partner who can take care of her needs as well as prevent other guy's eyes on her. Discos, too share a hand in degrading youngsters. The boy-girl 'affair' thingy has slowly accrued into middle class (from the richer people), into the other urban cities an schools, apart from metros, and most importantly, into younger brains. immature youngsters in their 13's and 14's have started actively wooing girls (which are more immature and just started with puberty). I am shocked about the advent of MMS and cheap availability of porn, which is degrading values faster than global warming. Fights over girls are common in middle and rich class people with power, though the hot topic for discussion between aunties is not which girl was seen roaming around in the market, but that which girl was seen coming out of a guy's bedroom.
The economy of our country is seemingly increasing,too. more people are becoming rich and choice is increasing. however, i sense a shift in jobs, rather than creation of it. the clerks and 'babus' haven given way to call-centre employees.
2005-2008
Our country is looking brighter in terms of quality of life and i guess globalisation has helped. opening up of the economy in 1991 wasnt a bad idea, after all. Cities have started with movement of no-smoking and ambumani ramadoss, deserves a mention because of his strict stand against smoking. education is as important as water, electricity because of the increased complexity of the business.
Just perturbs me is that great colleges have turned into sex markets (someone told me about the happenings in IIM's, IIT's etc. in which discipline and has given way to sleeping together on same beds, living-in relationships and more). School children have started shooting just like what happens in US. virginity of a girl is lost around 16 (just like britain, where the govt. has urged schools to prevent abortions). india is going the wrong way, yes, but there is no check (atleast western govt. are preventing future cases to happen) ... in the name of freedom, people are leading towards self-destruction. Further, the advent of youngsters in pubs has led to increased drug-addiction.
2009
Moral standards have been decimated. alchohol, drugs and cigarettes are the lifelines of the massive young generation india boasts of. Marriage is no longer required, nor any social bond between youngsters. The middle and rich class have become india, while the poor are still 'bharat'. Bharat still has a society where ladies discuss that this girl was seen walking with a guy, where people mock but in a way care for the society. India is a personal secretive place, where sex is just like money or power, a barter. Bharat still has brothers fighting with the girl's boyfriend to not come near her, but india has brother of the girl wooing the boyfriend's sister for a one-night-stand. marriages end in a week if the guy is unable to satisfy the girl (does anyone remember their parents which are bonded till date, despite all odds, despite differences, they still stand strong, and probably better).
The gurus of globalisation have failed and its proved that all this free market thing is a bull-shit. with western countries thinking of protectionism, indian dogs still wag about their tails waiting for Foriegn investors to come back and give them glory, just like a courtesan waits every night for her customer. if the 'goras' can learn from india, why cant india learn from itself ???? is it necessary india has to learn from the F'ing west ?? they've done so for 2 generations, but to no greatness, apart from freedom .. waht ?? freedom of doing what ?? wearing inadequate clothes ?? f'ing any random chick on the road ?? killing your classmate ? marrying twice and adopting to muslim religion ??
why cant the proponents of freedom abide some rules and live like his/her ancestors did ??
My latest worry now is that bharat doesnt think of becoming india.
Pyaasa still rules with "yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaaye to kya hai ??? " it would continue to do so !
pre 1990's
Courtesans exist, are underground and illegal. Apart from this fact, i am pretty happy about the human relations and society. Cinema is not a bad thing, after all. (Though some movies showing women in jazzy clothes disgusts me.) The ills of society are the western thoughts coming in the minds of people which considers smoking and liquor is a part of life. For the west it is, being a cold place to live, but india is tropical. No requirement of alchohol for heat or cigar for the feeling of high. I dont think the movements will stand the cultural strength of india. Its ram-bhumi after all.
1990-1995
Education for all is an important thing. I believe its imperative for girls too to learn as much as they want to. (though i am confused what good is education to a woman who will marry a young boy and stay a housewife.. ahh yes. Women are great teachers for kids, too). they have proved alchohol and cigarette are both bad for health, so people may start avoiding it in due course. They say economy should be opened and foriegners be allowed. am really bamboozled by that. why did gandhiji remove foriegners in the first place ? had at that time they thought that foriegners are good for economy, india would not have been so great as it is today. the most proud thing india has is its culture, its people and unity. no foriegner should come and affect us again. SAY NO TO any foriegn material. swadesi banao, swadesi khao...
1995-1999
well, these years have seen an exponential increase in western clothing for youngsters. i dont understand how people wear things like jeans. i am disgusted after seeing kuch kuch hota hai and other adventurous movies. Cinema is bad. This concept of making friends between boys and girls is experimental, but not immoral. but clearly this movie has struck every rich kid to find a partner and have an affair. That someday will not lead to moral results, though. i hope the indian values are taught to these kids studying in private, metro colleges and stop experimenting with relationships in teenages. The hot topic of discussion in kitty-parties and social clubs are gossips of girls found walking with a boy or talking with them.
One thing thats good is, the flourish of newspapers and media, which is helping every individual to know, reason and decide.
2000-2005
as i had dreaded, there has been a flourish of rapes, acid-attacks and injustice to the women because of this 'westernisation' of the minds. news channels and media just reports these things everyday. insecurity is eroding more indian values as more and more women wish to support themselves with a partner who can take care of her needs as well as prevent other guy's eyes on her. Discos, too share a hand in degrading youngsters. The boy-girl 'affair' thingy has slowly accrued into middle class (from the richer people), into the other urban cities an schools, apart from metros, and most importantly, into younger brains. immature youngsters in their 13's and 14's have started actively wooing girls (which are more immature and just started with puberty). I am shocked about the advent of MMS and cheap availability of porn, which is degrading values faster than global warming. Fights over girls are common in middle and rich class people with power, though the hot topic for discussion between aunties is not which girl was seen roaming around in the market, but that which girl was seen coming out of a guy's bedroom.
The economy of our country is seemingly increasing,too. more people are becoming rich and choice is increasing. however, i sense a shift in jobs, rather than creation of it. the clerks and 'babus' haven given way to call-centre employees.
2005-2008
Our country is looking brighter in terms of quality of life and i guess globalisation has helped. opening up of the economy in 1991 wasnt a bad idea, after all. Cities have started with movement of no-smoking and ambumani ramadoss, deserves a mention because of his strict stand against smoking. education is as important as water, electricity because of the increased complexity of the business.
Just perturbs me is that great colleges have turned into sex markets (someone told me about the happenings in IIM's, IIT's etc. in which discipline and has given way to sleeping together on same beds, living-in relationships and more). School children have started shooting just like what happens in US. virginity of a girl is lost around 16 (just like britain, where the govt. has urged schools to prevent abortions). india is going the wrong way, yes, but there is no check (atleast western govt. are preventing future cases to happen) ... in the name of freedom, people are leading towards self-destruction. Further, the advent of youngsters in pubs has led to increased drug-addiction.
2009
Moral standards have been decimated. alchohol, drugs and cigarettes are the lifelines of the massive young generation india boasts of. Marriage is no longer required, nor any social bond between youngsters. The middle and rich class have become india, while the poor are still 'bharat'. Bharat still has a society where ladies discuss that this girl was seen walking with a guy, where people mock but in a way care for the society. India is a personal secretive place, where sex is just like money or power, a barter. Bharat still has brothers fighting with the girl's boyfriend to not come near her, but india has brother of the girl wooing the boyfriend's sister for a one-night-stand. marriages end in a week if the guy is unable to satisfy the girl (does anyone remember their parents which are bonded till date, despite all odds, despite differences, they still stand strong, and probably better).
The gurus of globalisation have failed and its proved that all this free market thing is a bull-shit. with western countries thinking of protectionism, indian dogs still wag about their tails waiting for Foriegn investors to come back and give them glory, just like a courtesan waits every night for her customer. if the 'goras' can learn from india, why cant india learn from itself ???? is it necessary india has to learn from the F'ing west ?? they've done so for 2 generations, but to no greatness, apart from freedom .. waht ?? freedom of doing what ?? wearing inadequate clothes ?? f'ing any random chick on the road ?? killing your classmate ? marrying twice and adopting to muslim religion ??
why cant the proponents of freedom abide some rules and live like his/her ancestors did ??
My latest worry now is that bharat doesnt think of becoming india.
Pyaasa still rules with "yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaaye to kya hai ??? " it would continue to do so !
the exercise chronicles. (Soar, sore and sour)
exercising is good for health, if done in limits (and more importantly, in a conventional manner). Surely, a challenge of jumping over a mound of mud to another mound of mud placed 1 metre apart is not a great idea. I've learnt it the hard way, nevertheless. The jump execution was beyond average, SoaRing high in the air, but the landing faltered a little, with one leg landing first. only a portion of the heel touched ground and 60 Kg's of weight onto the poor heel. It had to give way.
So i was with a SORE foot. this doesnt help. after the experience, i glorily had 2 sprints, had an exercise session (which followed with some more jumps) and climbed atop a tree, jumped down and also did a tarzan'ish thingy swinging on a tree trunk. Then comes the longer day, with events like shopping, working and consulting stuff (another meet to the lawyer). The coffee today is just a little SOUR with all this pain in the foot and lots more work to do..
the next day follows with a leave from college (with a perfect alibi of a sore foot), but a random meeting followed in the afternoon. The yesterday exercising helps after all, i finally won my first arm-wrestling match in my adulthood.
Thank you Thank you !!
So i was with a SORE foot. this doesnt help. after the experience, i glorily had 2 sprints, had an exercise session (which followed with some more jumps) and climbed atop a tree, jumped down and also did a tarzan'ish thingy swinging on a tree trunk. Then comes the longer day, with events like shopping, working and consulting stuff (another meet to the lawyer). The coffee today is just a little SOUR with all this pain in the foot and lots more work to do..
the next day follows with a leave from college (with a perfect alibi of a sore foot), but a random meeting followed in the afternoon. The yesterday exercising helps after all, i finally won my first arm-wrestling match in my adulthood.
Thank you Thank you !!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
start of major
well, finally today was the day we kickstarting working on the major project. the college seems continuing with the torcher we have to bear in the class.. new one liners of nag are unleashed, everyday.. "I will kill you", "mai naag hoon", his praise of bihari people and desire to help one guy commit suicide in our batch are strong ...
while arun caught me today (bcoz of incessant mass-cuts) the more i experience the college, the more it seems to suck (its been 4 years, so now every teacher's personality is coming clearer). bagai was at his suckiest best today when he refused to sign on a document, forwarded by a professor of his dept only. (he said unke he HOD samajhkar sign karva lo) while the 3rd year juniors got it signed from Director of the college, our HOD is great.. ek sign se uski gaddi cheeni jaa sakti hai ...
My stories apart, big news around was the season of apology letters .. vats n nain, both guud frnds got apologies from atrenta (jisme i too had a good chance to get, and now, by god's grace, meri naukri ni lagi) anyways, am hoping vats does great in
iim interviews.. regarding nain, he will find something .. hopefully ....
coming to starting the project, it was a good day for science, but a bad one for emotions.. i just realised today that i am more of an idealist, introvert and innocent compared to even the most innocent guys around. well, innocent is not the correct word, but carrying yourself is the word. underestimating myself is sometimes what i do best.. but anyways, am not sorry about it..
while arun caught me today (bcoz of incessant mass-cuts) the more i experience the college, the more it seems to suck (its been 4 years, so now every teacher's personality is coming clearer). bagai was at his suckiest best today when he refused to sign on a document, forwarded by a professor of his dept only. (he said unke he HOD samajhkar sign karva lo) while the 3rd year juniors got it signed from Director of the college, our HOD is great.. ek sign se uski gaddi cheeni jaa sakti hai ...
My stories apart, big news around was the season of apology letters .. vats n nain, both guud frnds got apologies from atrenta (jisme i too had a good chance to get, and now, by god's grace, meri naukri ni lagi) anyways, am hoping vats does great in
iim interviews.. regarding nain, he will find something .. hopefully ....
coming to starting the project, it was a good day for science, but a bad one for emotions.. i just realised today that i am more of an idealist, introvert and innocent compared to even the most innocent guys around. well, innocent is not the correct word, but carrying yourself is the word. underestimating myself is sometimes what i do best.. but anyways, am not sorry about it..
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Rape in the final sem
being a hot topic to write, final sem has been a literal pain in the neck. it just seems harder than all semesters. 'nag' (now i'll use this as code name, cause someone told me whenever you type my honorable teacher's name, my blog comes up which i should avoid) is consistently giving us assignments to make in every class (for tues class its on RFID).
but the real rape which happened with us was in microwave. our thursday was just the usual assignment day. no one does the assignment on their own .... we just make the assignment in one of the earlier classes and submit it to the prof.. never does one know what are the questions or what are the answers .. its just rewriting whats written in the original (just like victorian days before photostats gave way to clerks).
EC is known for the failed attempts at mass-cuts. in every class, people stand up and go out of the class, trying to instill a notion of unity and confidence to perform a mass cut. same happened this time too ... never does the mass cut get executed.. just a normal thursday.. but the god's had contrived a different plan.
i collected the whole class's assignment and it seemed a neat bundle for the teacher to admire. the failed attempt to mass cut had happenned, too. now then sir comes in, takes the attendance. then we feel so happy to have completed the assignment that someone tells "sir, assignments..". the attention shifts to the bundle of ass. lying on the front seat and everyone is so happy to have submitted it.
sir starts asking who all has submitted the assignment and takes the attendance again. everyone is "yes sir, submitted". gurinder chips in, i have it in my room, i'll submit it at 12. the only one saying "no" is my fair lady, the college beauty, miss simran (hats off to her, going different from the crowd ). now then, he asks after the 2nd attendance, anyone who doesnt have assignment in the bundle ? no one makes any noise... (there's something in the air which is making me suspicious now..)
then comes the RAPE..... the next instant, we are told to sit less than 5 people on one bench. (acting fast, i scamper as fast as i can to sit behind dhawan, who had read microwave). he wrote 3 questions to do (2 from the assignment, and the best part was that we didnt even know the which 2 questions were in the assignment)anyways, he cleared that out. in our 4 years, never has such brutal treatment been seen.
as for me, (trying to be oversmart), i knew 1 answer and had copied a fair amount of the 2nd question when people sitting near me started snatching my pages and it ended him noticing me and telling the class that i'll average the marks you and your partners get.. from that moment, he never stopped staring at me (and i was cribbing in my mind while everyone must be copying).
After that, My pen was moving in the air, sheet empty and i was looking down the whole 35 minutes in despair.... neeraj, trying to outsmart, like me, ended up copying the answer 1 twice and then realizing he'd done a big error. till then, arun( the honorable teacher) had told to collect his and jaskirat(who had showed him the answer) separately .. to evaluate whether there was anything similar.
lol .. neeraj and me were caught in the microwave propagated RADAR of arun.... but in general it was a 1 hour cruel, forced, unexpected and brutal assault on our student life. RAPE.
but the real rape which happened with us was in microwave. our thursday was just the usual assignment day. no one does the assignment on their own .... we just make the assignment in one of the earlier classes and submit it to the prof.. never does one know what are the questions or what are the answers .. its just rewriting whats written in the original (just like victorian days before photostats gave way to clerks).
EC is known for the failed attempts at mass-cuts. in every class, people stand up and go out of the class, trying to instill a notion of unity and confidence to perform a mass cut. same happened this time too ... never does the mass cut get executed.. just a normal thursday.. but the god's had contrived a different plan.
i collected the whole class's assignment and it seemed a neat bundle for the teacher to admire. the failed attempt to mass cut had happenned, too. now then sir comes in, takes the attendance. then we feel so happy to have completed the assignment that someone tells "sir, assignments..". the attention shifts to the bundle of ass. lying on the front seat and everyone is so happy to have submitted it.
sir starts asking who all has submitted the assignment and takes the attendance again. everyone is "yes sir, submitted". gurinder chips in, i have it in my room, i'll submit it at 12. the only one saying "no" is my fair lady, the college beauty, miss simran (hats off to her, going different from the crowd ). now then, he asks after the 2nd attendance, anyone who doesnt have assignment in the bundle ? no one makes any noise... (there's something in the air which is making me suspicious now..)
then comes the RAPE..... the next instant, we are told to sit less than 5 people on one bench. (acting fast, i scamper as fast as i can to sit behind dhawan, who had read microwave). he wrote 3 questions to do (2 from the assignment, and the best part was that we didnt even know the which 2 questions were in the assignment)anyways, he cleared that out. in our 4 years, never has such brutal treatment been seen.
as for me, (trying to be oversmart), i knew 1 answer and had copied a fair amount of the 2nd question when people sitting near me started snatching my pages and it ended him noticing me and telling the class that i'll average the marks you and your partners get.. from that moment, he never stopped staring at me (and i was cribbing in my mind while everyone must be copying).
After that, My pen was moving in the air, sheet empty and i was looking down the whole 35 minutes in despair.... neeraj, trying to outsmart, like me, ended up copying the answer 1 twice and then realizing he'd done a big error. till then, arun( the honorable teacher) had told to collect his and jaskirat(who had showed him the answer) separately .. to evaluate whether there was anything similar.
lol .. neeraj and me were caught in the microwave propagated RADAR of arun.... but in general it was a 1 hour cruel, forced, unexpected and brutal assault on our student life. RAPE.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
oye its february !
whenever the word february crops up, it just reminds of the love in air. .. first comes basant panchmi .. (the start of indian season of love).. and then valentines..
sms'es start coming from all places and the hottest discussion topic becomes the grand plan of valentines day ... and preparations (of all sorts ) for the day ...
now then, I dont understand the greatness why a particular day is chosen to say all the random emotional feelings to anyone, (and sometimes for the heck of it)? anyways, this is the time of desperation, too, for the singles.
While girls would oft find that some people are really nice these days(which they seldom notice.. i wonder DO THEY EVER use their 2.5 kg up there) the boys, are busy finding and zeroing on the girl(read targets) to get on this valentines.. some get it, some dont.. but someday, 'some' of those some guys get it .. anyways..
the newly made couples and ex's patching up again are busy planning for a perfect date (strategy:nothing should go wrong), nervous and anxious.. loving it ..
while the existing couples dont find it a special day(though they may want it to be one, but at the end, its just like another meeting with their partners.. nothing to remember about)
as you can see, 3/4th category doesnt really need valentines to express their love .. but the rest, deserve the best time they aspire for ... happy val's 2 them..
as for me, am going for cousin's marriage (damn it being on sat. and in middle of shaadi season, my possibilities are canceled, so am not even thinking of it)
wat else ??
MORAL OF THE STORY::: i am a proponent of valentines (as long as i have a date.. ) if not, val's is just another day in life .. a forgetful one .... lol
sms'es start coming from all places and the hottest discussion topic becomes the grand plan of valentines day ... and preparations (of all sorts ) for the day ...
now then, I dont understand the greatness why a particular day is chosen to say all the random emotional feelings to anyone, (and sometimes for the heck of it)? anyways, this is the time of desperation, too, for the singles.
While girls would oft find that some people are really nice these days(which they seldom notice.. i wonder DO THEY EVER use their 2.5 kg up there) the boys, are busy finding and zeroing on the girl(read targets) to get on this valentines.. some get it, some dont.. but someday, 'some' of those some guys get it .. anyways..
the newly made couples and ex's patching up again are busy planning for a perfect date (strategy:nothing should go wrong), nervous and anxious.. loving it ..
while the existing couples dont find it a special day(though they may want it to be one, but at the end, its just like another meeting with their partners.. nothing to remember about)
as you can see, 3/4th category doesnt really need valentines to express their love .. but the rest, deserve the best time they aspire for ... happy val's 2 them..
as for me, am going for cousin's marriage (damn it being on sat. and in middle of shaadi season, my possibilities are canceled, so am not even thinking of it)
wat else ??
MORAL OF THE STORY::: i am a proponent of valentines (as long as i have a date.. ) if not, val's is just another day in life .. a forgetful one .... lol
Sunday, February 1, 2009
search ..
someone just told me that when you type nagendra saha, this is the first link that pops up... since that am trying random searches to find out where i stand out in the world
some ways where i would figure in the first page of google
ankit jain clock recovery
ankit jain st kabir
ankit jain pec
ankit jain pecfest
ankitj7
hope thats enough publicity ... google will crawl onto this and link this as first page now ... lol
some ways where i would figure in the first page of google
ankit jain clock recovery
ankit jain st kabir
ankit jain pec
ankit jain pecfest
ankitj7
hope thats enough publicity ... google will crawl onto this and link this as first page now ... lol
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