For the Honour

They say it's impossible
one against many
But for their thought
all i have is a penny

A line divides it through,
broad and clear
The brave are on one side
fools lie on the other

I never had stood up
cowardice was all I had
This time I'll redeem myself
of all the guilt I possessed

Now I fear not
for I know I'm right
I know I'll lose
but not without a fight

They battle begins
I thwart 'em all
I take one blow after 'nother
fighting bravely, until I fall

I keep getting up,
to face the slew
for every blow they give,
I match with two

No divine intervention occurs,
this ain't no ancient lore
no one comes to help
I am a warrior lone

I will keep battling
till my strength hold
till my heart feels the pride,
until my body goes cold

It's for that honour,
which I always sought
Just like the heroes
in the tales I was taught


BT Brats

Gochi: Donald duck never wears pants, but always wraps around a towel when shown after a bath

Heights

Two friends meet
after a time long,
to dept. maths
the geniuses belong

Both arrogant, both proud
they have a fight
who is smarter,
who is more bright

A test they shall have,
which will, the answer decide
To find anyhow, anyway,
a flagpole's height

One pelted stones
on the tip of the post
His equations, his idea
God only knows

The other measured the distance
between the post and him
A compass and some nods now
telling the angle between the bottom and tip

A frustrated engineer
decides to cut short the day
lays the pole on ground
scales it with a measuring tape

One says to the other
ignore him, another confused child
telling us the length,
when we are looking for height...

BT Bards

Deepak: Hello, pizza hut, I want 2 pizzas, blah, blah, blah...

Attendant: Ur address pls

Deepak: room no 120, tapti hostel, iit

Attendant: Sir, could u repeat the address pls...

Deepak: ......., iit madras, adyar, near...

Attendant: Sorry sir, you have called the Hyderabad outlet

The luck factor

"It's not only about hard work or intelligence, luck counts too. And you are fortunate to get in."

Every time I have achieved anything , I have been given this 'gyaan', from people who think they can double as philosophers in their spare time. Oh, I'm sure you all too must have tasted this. Crediting my achievements to anyone, even God, more than I give them credit for, angers me, apart from provoking other emotions belonging to the same family.

Living in a socialised world, we are not expected to express our opinion freely, lesser so on ourselves, which by the way, is also the case with a socialist society, making them quite similar. Ironical, and hence laughable for my sad sense of humour.

I have two kinds of responses for such people

The first one is for those who have passed the 'age barrier' and do not need any other qualification to shed some of their wisdom. Here, I just throw a smile, as polite as I can and nod.
Sometimes they keep rambling on about the luck factor in life but I would have found something else to keep me, realising that usually they don't even care whether or not I'm listening.

The second kind is the one born after 'Sholay', but feel that they have accomplished/seen enough in life to earn the post of a philosopher. Unfortunately, they are usually right and I, like others, respect them for more than just the age difference between us.

Ideally, my reaction here should also be the same but somehow, blame it on my genes, that doesn't happen. I invariably blurt out, " I don't believe in luck. It's just my hardwork that paid off" . This is followed by the done to death cliche' " aajkal ke ladke" or " isliye bachchon ko hostel mein nahin bhejna chahiye".

I must learn to keep shut in situation no. 2 as well. Once people know that they have achieved something in life, they turn conservative rather early.


Quintessential QT

Anon QT member: I'm not a gay

Phantom: No u r not. you can fuck anything that moves...

The OSO Effect

1 o' clock. I just tucked myself in bed when the phone rang.

Me: Hi...well.. surprised me

R: Hi

Me: wassup, hows life

R: hmmm.. Good, how r u... what u doin?

Me: m fine too... was watching OSO.

R: aren’t you sleeping ?

Me: just about to.

R: I too watched OSO n… cant sleep now...

Me: c'mon, it wasn’t that funny... wasn’t that bad either, in case u didn’t like it

R: no it was nice... but i'm...i'm...(pause)

Me: I am?

R: scared...

Me: what??!!

R: I usually don get scared da..

Me: HAhhah

R: I watched horror English movies... just that Indian movies kinda scare me more…

Me: ha ha ha... ha ha ha...

R: m serious.. Don’t laugh.. It’s not funny

Me: ha ha ha ha..... now I can truly say that OSO has all the masala...

R: bad boy… It’s not like that.. It seems more possible that’s all.. bhoot n all..

Me: oh... ha ha ha ha ha ha...imagine that once there lived a girl in your room, who committed suicide…

R: Shut up da… I m really scared…

Me: ….jumping off the roof... ha ha ha

R: m shit scared alright?.. I dint call u to scare me anymore

Me: … and that her body is still buried where she fell, 5 mts from your room... tonight, she...

I hear a sob and then, Beep. Phone disconnected

Epilogue:

I laughed till my stomach hurt, n then laughed some more... took me 20 mins to calm down... then tried calling back… number busy... tried calling… wouldn’t take my calls… took another 20 mins I guess just to call it truce and apologize…

Well I won't offer any explanation, only that I’m sorry. Didn’t know it was serious enough to drown someone to tears… HahHhahaha OSO of all the movies… Hhahahaha…

BT Bards

Ashtung: I'm a stud.

Sass: oh yeah?...Then I'm the Abhishek Bachchan who's about to get into bed with Aishwarya

Lage raho Shit-car-bhai-ne

Now that sweetcarbine too has decided to venture into the territory called blogging, I'm assured of appearing regularly on at least one blog other than mine, no matter how much I'd hate to. Then I think, if I tread with some care and choose my subjects with a tad more wisdom, I can avoid his attention for a bit longer. On an afterthought, I say, "who cares". How long can the game hide from the hunter, specially when the hunter peeps into the hiding at least twice a day, and sometimes sleeps with the game too, after feasting on it. By sleep, I mean only sleep and not 'sleep'. I might be game, but I am a straight one, no foul plays.

In a way, it's good for me too. Now since the world is there to listen to him, even if they decide never again, after having being fooled into it for the 1st and only time, I can hope for some sympathy coming my way, having been one of his very few victims for over 2 years now. Oh I just hope this will put a marginal hold to his tendency of falling asleep on my mattress while doling out his 'gyaan' with people in general and me in particular.

Hence on, whenever I'd want to sleep, my bed will be free, but lonely as well :P

Alvidaaa.... lolmaxxx :))

P.S. : @sweetcarbine: dude, nobody cares about the things u will or wont blog about... get a life mannn


Narcissist Narmad

Ashtung: "What secret can a girl hold about a guy, even the thought of revealing which, scares the guy to death?"

Sweetcarbine: "That he is impotent?"

Take a Stand

What is common between X-Men, Matrix and LOTR?

1. They all have fictional characters and a fantasy land.

2. Although all of them are based on the age-old 'good beats evil' idea, they are a tad grey for fairytales

3. They are amongst my fav movies

Of the 3, 2 are recognised as pieces of art, ranking among the best 50 movies of all times. They have everything in them that makes a movie great. But for me, X Men too is a favourite, despite the fact that it lacks in every dept. as compared to the other two.

What fascinates me in these movies equally is the climax. It ain't as much the direction or the script. It's just the idea. A few standing against a few too many. They fight for what they believe in. They fight, knowing that their chances are slim. They fight, knowing that they will lose, which is very close to what I feel when face such situations, albeit, not nearly as fatal.

Situations, where I either stand up for my beliefs and end up losing, or just keep mum, saving my ass. I have gone either ways, at different times. Usually I have benefited when I compromised and hurt myself when I stood up. Although keeping mum has helped, I have always felt a pang of guilt, as big or small as the situation, doing that. On the other hand,when I choose not to compromise, I have felt a sense of pleasure in standing my ground. No matter how much it hurt me, it has always come with a smile on my face and pride in my heart.

Interestingly, I tend to forget the situations where I compromised but can accurately recall, with a smile, the times when I did not bend.

Hobbes(from calvin & Hobbes): " You should be adamant when you can be, and compromise when you must"

P.S.: I have thought of attaching a quote by me or peers in every blog hence. Here's the 1st one

BT bombs

Gochi: Gurunath ke puff mein adrak kyun hoti hai
Ashtung: taki bandar na kha saken :D

Botal ka naach (transliteration)

Me: nasha sharaab mein hota to naachti botal


Achal:
jo hota nasha sharaab mein, to hote nashe mein dhutt,
kuch is kone mein kuch us kone mein, botal ke anshbhoot

fir na hoti tumhari botal,
na hi hota botal ka naach

Me:
Jo na nache botal nashe mein dhutt
To kya ud ke pahunche kone kone mein ashbhoot

Na botal nashe mein,
na nasha sharaab mein
Ye to zariya hai milane ka
Insaan ko rooh-o-rubaab mein

Jab khush hota hai banda mera,Nachta hai lekar haath mein pyala
Jab hota hai vo gum mein choor,
Toote dil jaise tootati hai botal,
Phailte hain kone kone mein anshbhoot

Ilzaam fir aata hai sharaab par,
Nahin lagata tohmat koi kyun,Dil todne vale husn-e-shabaab par


Achal:
Humne jawaab maanga to na tha,
apne diya, aapki rahmat hai

बोतल का नाच

Me: नशा शराब में होता तो नाचती बोतल


Achal:
जो होता नशा शराब में,
तो होते पड़े नशे में धुत्त बोतल के अशभूत,
कुछ इस कोने में तो कुछ उस कोने में,
फिर ना होती तुम्हारी बोतल और ना ही होता बोतल का नाच


Me:
जो न नाचे बोतल नशे में धुत्त
तो क्या उड़ के पहुंचे कोने कोने में अश्भूत
न बोतल नशे में, न नशा शराब में
ये तो ज़रिया है मिलाने का
इंसान को रूह-ओ-रुबाब में
जब खुश होता है बन्दा मेरा,
नाचता है लेकर हाथ में प्याला
जब होता है वो गम में चूर,
टूटे दिल जैसे टूटती है बोतल,
फैलते हैं कोने कोने में अश्भूत
इल्जाम फिर आता है शराब पर,
नहीं लगता तोहमत कोई क्यों
दिल तोड़ने वाले हुस्न-ए-शबाब पर


Achal:
मैंने जवाब तो न माँगा था
आपने दिया, आपकी रहमत है

Agni-Pareeksha

The war has ended. Ravan and his loyal kin attained martyrdom. Martyrdom, because they stood with unquestionable pride and dignity, till they fell. Martyrdom, because they upheld Ravan's pride as their own and fought, knowing that they will die. Celebrations abound in the victor's camp, as the Vanar sena enjoys the sweet joy of victory.

Today, Vibhishan, who deserted his brother to side by 'Dharma', has been declared the king, and has married Ravan's devoted wife, Mandodari. The vanar-sena is celebrating and so are their commanders. One soul though, in spite of being rescued, is crying out for justice, for due respect and for wisdom. The following piece is the speech that I imagine Sita delivers.

Today is the day for 'agni-pareeksha'. I am expected to prove that my character is still as pure. I am left with no choice but to walk on burning coal, to convince the world that I was faithful to my duties as a wife. All the honored, wise and respectable men present here believe that this is just.

A woman who shuns all royal luxuries to be with her husband in his exile, immediately after marriage, is required to prove that she is indeed worthy of him.

Oh wise Jambvan! You are a sage who can tell right from wrong. Why can you not see it today? Has your wisdom been blinded by Ram's aura? Sugreev, vanar king! Why are you silent? You did not ask your wife to tread over fire after you won her back from Bali. Oh mighty Hanuman! You call me your mother. You slit your chest apart to show that your heart had Him and me in it. But then, why do you not speak against the insult inflicted on me. Garud, your brother died trying to save me. Should you not save me from this shame?

My brother-in-law, Lakhman! You liken me to your mothers. Would you let this happen to any of your three mothers? You stood against your father's order to send us into exile. Should you not stand against the court today? When Ram found my earring, you said you could not recognize it because you have always only seen my feet. Can you, then, bear to see these feet treading over smoldering coal?

Ram. Oh, my husband Ram! 'Maryada Purushottam Ram'! What do I ask of you? If you were not sure of it, then why did you even wage this war? I reckon it was about the pride of your dynasty rather than my honour.

I shall still endure this and forgive you all. This is my destiny. I shall come out unharmed and then will have to go into exile again because of a washer man’s sarcasm. The woman will never be accepted in Ayodhya, but her sons will be. My name will always be remembred with the Man who, for me, fought an army but could not fight off questions on my character.

Connect

इस ज़माने से छुपकर पूरी कर लूं मैं हसरत...

No wonder the song has been a hit in India... Just see the way it relates to our favourite activity

The Note

I know each of us cribs about the same problem, " I tend to spend the cash when I have it." What I have witnessed over the last month, is quite the contrary.

For a good part of the past month, my friends have been feeding me at Gurunath, paying for the usual tea and occasional puff. It's not that I was broke or that they were generous, neither had they lost a bet to me. In fact, they held out the Rs. 5 coin rather reluctantly.

It so happened that during this time, people who I had lent money to, decided they shall clear it all in the same month. Now the amounts we are talking about here were multiples of 500 and were returned in the notes carrying the same or higher denomination. Once in my wallet, I could say that I had cash but was understandably reluctant to get it changed for lower value notes for a Rs. 5 tea. Also, since I had at least one such note in my wallet always, I found it only reasonable that I do not withdraw any more money from the ATM.

It was not like I did not spend a penny during this period. I did buy some stuff, went home and came back. I was bound to deal with smaller notes. But once those got exhausted and the big ones alone were left, the same stream of logic resumed.

No matter how tempted I was to keep it going, it had to end sometime, just like the blog. Running out of options and patience, I finally changed one to smaller value ones.

P.S. :I thank all those who paid for me, sometimes reluctantly though, over this period. At the same time I wish to let you know that although you have been generous to me, do not expect me to return the favour.

Ha Ha Ha cotd...

As I walked down the stairs after my last supper in CR mess for this sem ( at long last, my caterer for this month is RR) my eyes caught the glimpse of a guy slipping on the wet floor. People who have read the preceding post, can anticipate my reaction without an iota of doubt and I did not disappoint the readers either. Well, I would not have if it were in my power.

As soon as I opened my mouth to flash my sparkling, apple munching, juice dripping, teeth set, I noticed a sudden drop in altitude. My throat, on the verge of releasing an "ha ha", let out an "ah ah" in its stead. My posterior then landed on a step and is if it were an train and the staircase a track, it ran on it, halting briefly at each step, which I think it assumed to be stations 'en-route. It finally came to a stop after about 6 steps.

Getting up, gathering my thoughts and rubbing my butt, I saw people watching me had a twinkle in their eyes and a sneer on their faces. As I walked back to my room I thought about the 'ha ha ha' theory. When someone else fell, I laughed or was about to. When I fell others did. As some may say, you fell because you laughed. I think I fell not because I laughed at the one who fell before me. I fell because when I was busy laughing at him, I did not watch my step.

The Cigarette

Argument: " A woman is just a woman, but a fag is a good smoke"

Counter argument: " A cigarette is a slow poison, with fire on one end and a fool on the other"

Your pick depends on your point of view but this is quite clear that everytime a fag is fagged, it is reduced to ashes.


Let's look at the cigarette. What does it come across as, in the whole process of smoking up and being burnt to ashes ultimately. Again, depends on your point of view.

Let's begin by accepting the argument. there's a woman who gives you pleasure and there's a fag which too gives you pleasure. The duration of each pleasure trip with either of the two depends on your capacity, experience and the size of your wallet.
Now, a woman pleases you but expects you to please her similarly or monetarily whereas a fag burns to smoke and ashes to please you. That makes our sacrificing friend an altruist.

Now for the counter argument: A fag, while lighting itself up, also takes down a fool with it. That makes it a suicide bomber. Take your pick.

My opinion: Cigarettes are the biggest reason for statistics.

The Rain

It's been raining incessantly here and people's status messages are all gloomy now. Top it with the post-quiz, 'way too' pre-end sems timing on a weekend. Yes, I am jobless and that causes insomnia. I am desparate to do something. The short film making ws sucked big time.

I am now enjoying the rains. Take a walk in the rain without ur phone and you will know. It's not that bad after all. Actually it's cool, literally too. Play some spicy item nos and dance in the rain. It's better. Go have a tea in the rain, without an umbrella. That's the best.

Something's changed. I have started enjoying the rain after a long time. I dunno if my long lost, newfound liking will outlast the present downpour itself but right now, I am happy about it and I thank the person who reminded me that rains are to be enjoyed.

:)

Dum maro dum

It was just another monday and young Sajal was walking to school. His parents, yet again, had decided that he was too young to have a motorcycle and the thought enraged him. "If only they knew." He was the youngest doper the school had ever had. All of 16, he coked twice every week. Not to mention his accomplishments with the fag, that put even the school veterans to shame. Still, he could not have a motorcycle. Being 16 had it's disadvantages.
"One day I'll display my skills and then they will realise how old am I."

He had been a bright student until last year and then he found this group. The group believed that the world was falling apart and it's their duty to set it right by bringing joy and pleasure to the people around them, starting with themselves. They only way they knew to accomplish the mission was with coke. So, every group meeting started with a speech from the leader, who always came up with some new and innovative abuses towards the soiety, system ir the world, enriching everyone's vocabulary. They were then handed out joints to smoke the day away. This was the best part of the meeting. He could, in those few hours, forget all about his tiffs at home and dipping grades in school. He could also forget his sweetheart who had drifted away since he found this group. He used to hate it when the haze cleared and reality crashed upon him. They were then handed out stocks of the happiness powder to sel off. For the next 3 days, he would meet the people around the town and deliver the stuff.

The last meeting was different though. The boss had given him extra stuff to dispose, seeing his knack for the trade. Not having a facial hair growth too helped.Being 16 had its advantages. The only problem was, his old contacts just could not afford more than they had been buying and everyone else he knew won't even go to a movie without their parents' permission. Being 16 had its disadvantages. He could never understand why was the stuff illegal, when all it did was to help a person forget his miseries.

It's the last day now and you could not bring back any unsold stuff. Once taken it had to be sold in 3 days.On reaching the school gate, he decided that he had to sell off the stuff in school itself. His classmates won't help so the seniors should be targeted. He did not know many of them but he had to try. Lunch break would be the best time he thought.

As the teachers came and went, reciting from their course books, he was busy planning his approach,whom to pick, the excuse to talk, the words, the timings etc. He knew that he'd be in deep trouble if anything, just anything went wrong. He had to be perfect.

He had seemingly picked the right guy and promptly landed in the principal's office. His bag felt lighter with all the stash now resting on the principal's table. As he walked out of the staff meeting, he knew that he will make a great salesman one day, having managed to sell it to the school staff.It's not about being 16.

Ha Ha Ha

"laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and the world laughs at you"

so the world always scores... any solution?

Yes, start laughing at the world. Sadism certainly makes the world entertaining, if not a better place to bear. Don't be judgemental, just enjoy the misery if you can justify yourself laughing at it. That will, though, depend on individual levels of conscience. I say conscience because I know you can't laugh at every sa story you hear. To hell with the logic... forget everything, just laugh.

Laugh at the man who slipped off a banana peel.Laugh at chiranjeevi, who must have eloped with dozens of actresses on-screen but is disturbed when his daughter eloped in real life...Laugh at bush, for gore was right about eco-balance... Laugh at the guy whose girl dumped him...Laugh at anyone you don't feel sorry for...

Yes, I know one day I too shall be on the receiving end... but will my not laughing now help me feel less miserable then? I don't think so... moreover, world ain't gonna stop laughing anyway...

So, join the world n Just laugh :))

The Hangover

They say it doesn't last,
a shower and a day past
I knew mine would differ,
'cos the high wasn't of any liquor.

It began a few months back,
when they chose the ingredients pack...
The drink was then brewed,
The progress, every few days, we reviewed

The day to open drinks arrived,
Luck this time, seemed on our side...
but oh, were there ever a story,
without a crisis or a tragedy

Throngs of people materialised,
following as if the piper pied
All wanting to say they were part of it,
caring not much to take in the spirit..

To them, we did as much we could cater,
this being the drink's only part bitter.
Others took in as much as they could,
The drink, to stop, was just too pseude.

I too gulped in as much time permitted,
Had a lot, but was never satiated.
Drinking alongside, I had eight companions,
What with baanding, desking, cycle-walk & spaciousness.

Then were others, who did as much,
in their own ways, making the drink such
"Twas a gala celebration we did host,
to all who helped, I toast...

I'll remember the times I spent,
the 1st day queue, SAC and Menlo tent
bots fought bots and botters, coords
BDP worked and Coanda flew against all odds

The lec-dems never faced audience dearth,
admist quotes to save planet earth...
I am still hung, 10 days after the drink got over,
Yes you got it, it's the Shaastra hangover!!!

Note: kudos to all who made it possible, and of course, the QT

the QT

Dasa gay n' Jussu was hospi,
BB kept his cool and goatee
Lack of sleep made ':P' cranky,,
well, nobody could have enough of 'T'

Nimit, the core's sweetheart kept quiet,
Phantom crashed even in the auditor's sight.
Now I come to self description,
once started, sentences took ages for completion

Now on core madam, I shed some light,
intrepid fighter of women's right...
I will never forget the long meets,
the ISO, deadlines ant the OFDs

The Shaastra

Phew... It's over...
another edition came and gone...n a special one this
Special for reasons more than 1

To begin with, it had more participation than last year... that isn't exciting I know... but for some reason half of them decided to show up on the 1st day, n the

QMS weren't prepared for this.... The line got longer and situation, chaotic...
2 hours and 3 extra desks later, matters eased up...

The auditor this year was, i'm told, the toughest till date... He checked the expiry dates on fire extinguishers and suggested us to move to a bigger venue than SAC...We did make it through though...

Start to the 3rd day wasnt ideal and neither was the day itself... A quarrel with a batchmate n then an absolutely jobless day...

The final day saw the finale' of JYW where an 'jat' with suicidal tendencies was allowed to ride that vehicle...

Above all, the QMS team: well, you ppl rock... all the baanding, desking,spaciousness n cycle walk... 'twas a memorable experience...Will write more in e- mails...

Quotable Quote: " How can u say i'm not good enough. I was born in the city where engines are made"

In-depth analysis on: the Fairy's blog

The Hindu

Dinner is a good time for guys like me, who sit in their rooms, glued to their comp screens, doing absolutely nothing and I'm not demenaning anybody who does anything, productive or otherwise, with his comp, even download movies... I do nothing... So it's only meals when i chat with friends, who live i99n rooms next to me and they form a pretty interesting bunch of neighbours too...

During my walk back to hostel from mess with one of 'em, who by the way, claims that he'll have a bike within 15 days, this topic popped up... Is 'Hindu' crap??? No denying that.. It is crap..We both agree, reasons were different though... My reason: Bangalore univ paper leaked last yr and they didn't even report...His reason: It does not have a 'page 3'...We then started stopping acquintances on the road, taking their opinions on the newspaper...Not surprisingly, everybody agreed, well, almost everybody, except Chennai residents... They claimed Hindu was 'the' newspaper...

I put forth the aforementioned argument... They say, "Fair enough. It carries local news".. My 'motormouth' friend takes over... " That makes it a local newspaper" ... We nod... He quips, " then why the hell is it the media partner for Shaastra and Saarang every year?"

Interesting... any answer, reason or even an argument???

The Day

Life is interesting and it becomes more so, if you start paying attention to the minutest of things around you...Today wasn't exactly a usual day and had a few firsts, not significant, but firsts nevertheless...

It started with the Shaastra coords 'photograph' which happened for the 1st time and the 'QMS' core came a half hr late, just in time for it...

I then rushed to catch the coanda flier in action, only to know that they will start an hour past schedule... The thing flew reasonably well and didn't crashland...An NDTV correspondent came to cover this. NDTV having agreed to broadcast Shaastra, he wanted to know of some camera friendly events and the day totally lightened up. The coord,the one coord,whose coordship requires him to sell Shaastra, whose job is to highlight the good things in Shaastra, could not name 2 events and I'm not exaggerating. Not to mention messing up the details... Thanks to a previous and present core, NDTV got to know what to telecast... dunno y, but it is funny...

I then went to see the bio diesel plant... Those guys are having a party with alcohol in the air... Ask them, if you dont believe me :)

Dinner time, a brainwave told me that we could invite Sunita Williams for some lecture during Shaastra... i know the chances are slimmer than a baywatch babe's waist, but google too was an idea once :)

How jobless....

glord2005: nahi mera gtalk cup marta hai
me: abe plate bhi maarne ko bol na
glord2005: ya pj mar rahahia
sale aja maidan me
me: hal
tu pahunch
main aata hun
pitch vitch check kar le
glord2005: kapde pehen ke ata hu
land gaurd pehen ke ana
whats up
me: hamam mein sabhi nange bhaiyyan
glord2005: mere yaha nalu ki sabji bani hai
me: nalu kya hota hai?
glord2005: mujhe kya pata
khane ka kaam karo bad
bas
yentra chepu
chepu ki sabji khaya hai kya kabhi
me: kya chepun?
jhapad ya chappal?
glord2005: juta
whats up
hi anju
me: whats down?
anju?
glord2005: lipase kaisa hai jakal
me: pee hui hai kya?
lip se to mast hai
glord2005: akal
chal kal khelne chalte hai
gilli danda
me: haan
kal gilli danda
glord2005: gilli leke an amain danda leke ata hoon
me: parson taash
n fir kanche
glord2005: mere pass sirf 2 goti hai
me: saara countriapa is weekend nipta dalte hain
glord2005: jeetni padegi
practice karta hoon
wo pondy dekhi kya
me: ?
glord2005: mujhe kya pata
me: kaunsi pondy?
glord2005: naam to bata diya
me: nahin dekhi
glord2005: mujhe ladki ka naam hai
aur bengali me pati ko pata kehte hai to ho gayi dono ki pondy
me: kya kya hai fir?
glord2005: dekhi kya mast hai
me: dekh lunga
glord2005: ladki ke 3 bol hai
aur bohot sare khate bhi hai
maja ata hai dekhne me
me: ok
glord2005: uar bata pentose kabhi ghume gaya hai kya dominos ke bagal me hota hai
mast khana pakata hai
shehjade nikale apni sawari par
yeh jo desh hai mera wades hai tera]
me: ujaloe baaz ke sapnon se yaari ho gayi re
glord2005: tom dick and hari kisne mari gand tumhari
me: hum jahan khade ho jayen line vahin se shuru hoti hai
glord2005: tu mai kya karu mujhe to baithna hai
chal chalte hai
me: ye gand humein de de
glord2005: tere bagal me hai
lele free me
dum dum diga diga
me: free mein nahin hai
glord2005: mausam bhiga bhiga
me: rate laga raha hai
5 rs
glord2005: hat bhen,... itna mehenga kon lega
hai alla surat apki subhanalla
me: ae shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main tere upar nisaar
most corruption is in up n bihar
glord2005: to main kya karu
channa ve ghar aja ve
me: ashikon ka aaj jamghat kucha-e-katil mein hai
glord2005: age bol agarose
me: pehle bata tu chupa kis bil mein hai
glord2005: kill bill part 3
thoya thoya
me: soona
complete the song
sunaaaa....
?
glord2005: sunaa sunaa tanha tanha meri sasen lamha lamha
me: ab lamhe lamhe mein saans le
bhagvaan kare jaldi band ho jayein
glord2005: aja meri jaan tujhpe mera dil kurban
move ur body
me: tum to baithe rehte ho sham ki taraf muh karke jabki suraj tumhare peeche se ug raha hota hai
glord2005: ok main chalta hon
me: k
bye
glord2005: fir milenge
10:27 PM chal bohot miss kar rahaa tha bata kya chal raha hai


I and GL had this chat yesterday, when we were trying to mug for g slot... How jobless could anybody be...

The Xperiment

"Agar lift ke band hote darwaze se key-chain pass ho to vo khul jayega?" - Achal asks me.

I once read somewhere that the industrial strength of a country can be gauged by the electricity it consumes. I, like a true son of the soil, have since been looking for new ways to expend more and more electricity. I do not switch off the light or turn off the fan when I leave the room. I no longer switch off my computer during the day and of course, I take the lift in our dept. to my classroom on the 1st floor, which also brings me back to 'ground' realities.

It all started when I and Achal took the aforementioned conveyance in the dept to reach our destination, adding to the country's progress at the same time . Achal during the trip, pops this question and we spontaneously decide to check, drawing key chains from our (respective)pockets.

The experiment began once the lift halted and the door opened. We kept waiting till the door started sliding again, closing this time. At this moment, Achal throws out his key chain. The door did not seem interested. That would have been conclusive but I thought maybe it will notice it if the planks were closer. Without hesitation, I too tossed mine through the door when it was just about to close. The door, yet again, did not lose focus and accomplished what it had started and slammed shut.

Before we knew, we were going up with the lift, our keys lying on the '1st floor' floor, unattended, unclaimed, at least that's what we hoped.

We got out and rushed back to the 1st floor only to find them missing. Have been looking for our experimental equipments since... :((

What the schools did not

जन गण मन अधिनायक जय हे
भारत भाग्य विधाता
पंजाब सिन्ध गुजरात मराठा
द्राविड़ उत्कल बंग
विन्ध्य हिमाचल यमुना गंगा
उच्छल जलधि तरंग
तव शुभ नामे जागे
तव शुभ आशिष मागे
गाहे तव जय गाथा
जन गण मंगल दायक जय हे
भारत भाग्य विधाता
जय हे जय हे जय हे
जय जय जय जय हे


The translation:

O! Dispenser of India's destiny, thou art the ruler of the minds of all people.
Thy name rouses the hearts of Punjab, Sindh, Gujarat, the Maratha country,
in the Dravida country, Utkala (Orissa) and Bengal;
It echoes in the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas,
it mingles in the rhapsodies of the pure waters of Jamuna and the Ganges.
They chant only thy name.
They sing only the glory of thy victory.
They seek only thy auspicious blessings.
The salvation of all people waits in thy hands,
O dispenser of India's destiny!
Victory, Victory, Victory, Victory to thee.

Life, oh life...

He sees her,
He likes her
Parents meet, baat pakki
invite kin and peer...

If, oh, only if,
had it been so easy
As a walk in the park,
life would be breezy...

Something that cometh and leaves,
like a whiff of fresh air,
and we would just take it in,
without any worry or care...

alas but oh people,
God had intentions other,
planning it a tad different,
making us worry, curse madar/bother :)

Sometimes I wonder,
what would world be,
how would I be
had life of problems been free

Had the scene been such,
had it been utopian so,
Life, a cakewalk
We wouldn't appriciate it I know

but the 1st para holds true,
at least for a few someone,
one of them i know,
goes by the name 'Reddy Vishwanathan'!!!

P.S. : that's for you liquid... howzzat :)

This sure is crap

I thought I never will
but I'm doing it again
cos I'm in a boring state
no demons to fight
no dragons to tame..

Life is getting still
the hourglass toppled
cramming up NMR, market, aspartame
hockey no more i say,
hopelessly hoping to remain sane

they gave me blows,
stick on the head
the ball equally cruel
only made me get up,
cry out for another duel

My head wants to quit,
not liking the stitch
heart says otherwise
these ain't no injuries
but my sports prize

heart, they say, has its reasons
which reasons know not
my decision is still undecided
for I dont want to be,
by heart or head, snided!!! :)

P.s.: still a long way to tell lemon from lime :)

The I-Day

I know it's a little too late to write about the Independence day but then, it's IST we follow and to top it all I still dont have a subject to write on. The easiest way out would be to criticise politicians, youth n rue about the present state of things but then every second person you know does that. Next i thought of recalling stuff that makes me proud of my nationality and I found the newspapers flooded with such articles. So what should I write about? I then thought I'll just pick something, write some facts without being judgemental but then I realised I'm not capable of doing that. I have to be on one side or the other.

Going through Vatsap I knew what I could write about. When you hear the national anthem being played, our first thought is to get up and stand in 'attention' and then we realise that this isn't fashionable any more and people will probably laugh at you, forcing yourself to remain as you are. One thing nobody realises that 9 out of 10 around want to get up too but have the same fear as us. Even if we overcome this and be resolute enough to get up, we feel a sense of pride in doing so as we think we have done a part of our duty towards the nation.

This is really funny. We think twice before responding to our national anthem in our country and once done, we are no less proud about having done that.

I'll tell you something that's even funnier. Most of us don't know the meaning of the anthem either. True we can make out that it's glorifying the nation as we can pick the nouns but does any course book anywhere transliterate it into the local language. It's a matter of pride because we are told that it is. 60 years and no one has ever thought about putting at least that in our text-books. Spare a thought. Maybe we won't shy away next time it's being played once we know the meaning.
Let not the stream of reason lose it's way into the dreary sand of dead habit.

The wonder that is kumble

Kumble slams a ton... He did 'it'... What's more, he took the longest. 16 years n 118 tests... Phew.. That's actually quite a long time... Done it, nonertheless..

I was a child back then when I first watched this bespectacled lean spinner and I had no idea why were they playing someone bowling at half a fast bowler's speed. I was a child and wasn't quite familiar with spin. Later on it turned out, he wasn't that slow after all. He was rather quick for a spinner and well, at times it was only his action that suggested he was a spinner, the pace sometimes putting V. Prasad to shame. He was bestowed upon with many titles like "shortest run-up fast bowler" but he went on going about his job. One day, 7 years back I think, Pakistan happened and he rose to become the only one to share honours with Jim Laker. Around the same time, he was denied a century against South Africa, running himself out as he ran out of partners. Yesterday he achieved what none of the other so far had. He is the 1st Indian batsman to score a century on this tour. funny eh?? Life is.

Tonight we'll be raising a toast to Kumble... Join in ;)

Food for thought...

I don't really think it is any brain teaser but am writing this down simply because many couldn't unearth the meaning...

One fine day, while eating rather sweet water melons, my uncle said
" Cheeni ke daam kya kam hue, bhagwaan tarbooz mein bharne lage" (sugar prices had recently fallen)

I replied
" Cheeni ke daam kya kam hue, U.S. mein hindustani berozgaar ho gaye"

Some of my friends in campus couldn't capture the gist of my statement...I'm disappointed guys...

Special mention to Ujji or Sass who got it right when i didn't expect him to, he being not so good at Hindi...

Big deal if u got it right. It's a p.j. anyway :p

Read at ur own risk

Sitting in my room,
not to be disturbed,
got something to brood...

Trying to write something good,
A piece that somethings laud...
All that comes to my mind
are things I gaud...

I have good and bad around me,
numbers aplenty both...
what flows readily but
is only stuff I loathe...

Is it my nature,
or just humans usual...
Is it just a vice,
or a sin cardinal...

Lines very fine between
question and criticism exist.
In no time, reason is detested
and detest becomes the gist...

I am a victim to this
having long crossed over,
writing a better verse now,
is not in my power... ;)

Gifted are those,
who know lemon from lime,
those are gifted too,
who can words better rhyme...

Munnabhai

Saturday night... Sajal's room... A mumbaikar putting intro... My name is...blah blah blah.... 'I feel bad for Sanjay dutt'... In a moment, both of us recovered from our leaning postures and well..sat in attention. 'Why do you feel bad for him?'... 'because he got a 6 years term and that when he had already served a good amount of time on the wrong side of those bars and another person, with similar charges, got only 4 years'... 'Who told you that?'... 'The Idiot box which is getting more idiotic by the day' ...

That was just one incident... There are, I'm sure, others like him who also feel bad for Munnabhai. For them it doesn't matter what his crime was and how much of the punishment he deserved and in a good no, they don't even know the details. they feel bad just because the media paints a sorry picture through the TV and people, as idiotic as the box itself, can't think for themselves. He is found guilty and he is punished, simple as that. His crime was hiding the RDX used for the blasts which crippled the very spirit of the city, and giving India its 1st taste of urban terror. Think I've made my point... Adios...

Oye Freshie!!!

I remember the 1st envelope I received from IITM, the ones foll0owing it hardly memorable, carrying the grade sheet. Well the 1st one carried some papers regarding admission and that GCU introductory booklet. G.C.U. stands for guidance and counselling unit, it proclaimed. A student's body, which makes your entry into the campus smooth and memorable. To be very honest, I didn't get past the 2nd page of it. coming to campus, I discovered their was a whole network of counsellors, coords etc. who talked more and worked less. I don't remember filling any GCU feedback form or attending their programme and so I assume I didn't do either of it. A friend later told me that he had filled it up as negatively as he could and still wasn't contacted. Well I blame that on the inefficiency of a member rather than the unit itself. At this point I can add that neither me, nor my GCU counsellor bothered to see each other. I still don't know who he was.

Fast Forward to 2007. New entrants are being sent a CD showing life in campus, which I'm told, overdoes it and ends up suggesting that we should be introducing ourselves to the freshies. I don't really believe that someone be shown respect just because he was born an year earlier and all the juniors who know me would swear by it but at the same time, 1st 15 days or so are bound to be different as you are beginning a new life and it's the ones around you who are going to matter and they deserve to know a bit about you. I can say by experience and many more can too, that the seniors ragging you most( which ain;t much compared to annny other col) usually turns out to be the most helpful one and in my case, no less than a friend.

This time around, our verrry innovative administration decides to allot hostels by branches and I have no idea if anyone can benefit from it but this ain't the topic and I won't digress from the main subject. Well another brainwave was to start college from 30th, while freshies begin from 2nd. This may be due to some other reasons but I suspect the idea was to get us busy even before the freshies turn up. Result: Parents thronging the campus, with no plans of leaving the campus before the weekend due to which, I have to curb my habit of hurling abuses and roaming in the wing without a tee. I'm not against parents coming to the place to settle their child, mine did too, but a week? The scene at Gurunath might as well have been the same at a boarding school canteen but this is a College and half the kids are adults already and now with the GCU spoon-feeding and protecting them against their seniors then why worry. I know he's your aankhon ka taara madam, but we aren't exactly butchers. Like your child, we too have cleared JEE and we too were once as ignorant and shy as him and in most cases know our limits and honestly if he can't bear an IITian's ragging, the real world is far worse. On a more conceited note, you should thank us for teaching your son all about sex, who at 18, should already have known., which is, by the way, not the only teaching we impart. He will also learn to at least give company to boozers and smokers.

P.S. : Politics is an elective here with every hostel having at least 2 seasoned profs.

Muzik n' Me

Nother game...
though it's somethin I'm not quite interested in, will give it a shot anyway, being tagged by Twilight Fairy...

Statutory Warning: All the answers contain songs you may never have listened to, they being hindi or punjabi numbers...

Here goes...

1. which song is being played in ur mind rite NOW!

Ans: Sadho re by Agnee

2. one song that describes ur life.... (no self made compositions please!)

Ans: that's difficult... Kandisa by Indian Ocean (don't understand wat the song means, neither what my life does n like both of 'em)

3. the song u listen to most on ur i-pod/ MP3/ cell/ PC/ etc

Ans: Aadat by jal, Highway to hell by ACDC

4. a song that describes best the foll stages in ur life:

Ans: musafir hun yaaron...

5. your all time favorite song, nd the reason for it... mebbe some memory/ some funny story/etc!!!

Ans: Hothon se choo lo tum... you will know why if you ever listen to ghazals

6. a song u wish u hadn't heard!!! (more than one is always a pleasure!!!)

Ans: Bheege hoth tere, most of the so called melodious ones released of late n yeah... Kiss of love in JBJ

7. a song that would best describe..... me(tagger)

Ans: Paathshala(RDB) n' duniya by raageshwari

8. (i jus cudn't miss this!!!) If, u were in an elevator with Himesh Reshammiya and Altaf Raja, you would..........

Ans: Well I'd congratulate himesh... He's managed to sell albums despite singing slight variations of some basic rythm... You gotta admire him for that... Altaf???? I'll ask him to recite a sher n put it as my status msg,, crappy as they usually are...

Tagging..well only 1 once again... Bhava...

Die Hard, Bruce ishtyle

A boring afternoon and looking at a monotonous evening. Yours truly jumps as if hit by lightning. Through the stack of newspapers, he unearths the Die Hard review.4 stars... Awesome. The evening suddenly looks promising. After a few phone calls, Batman manages to find a Robin, who is as yet ignorant of the latest feats of 'detective' John McClane. Batman n' Robin are staring at a Bagpiper club soda commercial(better than Nalli saree, for sure) within an hour. A woman is wearing a perfume so heavy, that she dragged under it's weight. A baby cries... Gosh... Someone's watching THIS with a toddler? people shuffle through to their seats... Cooling ain't good... complaints galore... So much for a good start... Focus on the screen... A guy is chatting, presses delete and his existence is deleted(bombed)... Everyone sits tongue-tied.

Bruce Willis enters, pulling out his daughter's date and that's the calmest part of the movie. He is then sent to round up a hacker and we know what we have to do. Just shut up, that is. Some cool action is followed by even cooler stuff. The tech-stuff is too hi-fi to even bother, as long as you get the idea of new-age terrorism or 'fire cell'...It's the one-liners you should be looking for...

Just before intermission is the tunnel sequence, which is by far the best part. I can never go in a tunnel now without praying...

Robin speaks as we are leaving the hall " 4 stars ain't right, it deserves above 5 man"( He rates Matrix 10 on a scale of 5)

In the end, it's just an action movie with little story but great action... Took my breath away.

P.S.: I'd give my right arm for that foldable keyboard ;)

Rendezvous with a kid

Every time I go to someone's home, someone with a small kid, It just seems that an old film is being remade hazaar times over. The man calls the kid. He is told I'm his uncle, brother, whatever. Now I call the kid and start asking the same old stupid set of questions, out of sheer formality. What's ur name? What's your father's/mother's name? School , age etc. The kid answers everything confidently. After all, he faced an interview loaded with the same questions to get admission in a prep school and passed with flying colours. His parents had put in long hours to drive this stuff into his head. Coming back, now that I have exhausted the usual set and by experience, have learnt that kids are not used to new queries, I have no idea what to do next. The parents are naturally enjoying their little angels quick answers and swelling with pride. Sometimes I even fear a kid telling me to ask something new as he is bored of these questions.

I am fond of kids but I'm not good with them. I like it when a kid pulls one on me but somehow most of them find me repelling. Perhaps it's my just that I can't get to talking with them or maybe it's just the absence of a deo-spray, I don't know. I just hope that you know a way out of the situation I talked about and if you do, please, please help me!!!

The 8RF Game...

I was surfing through blogs yesterday and found this new tagging thing going on. To my disappointment, I hadn't been tagged, being the rare blogger I am.Now that I am, thanks to Twilight Fairy, I'll play along.Here goes....

Here are the rules:

1.Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.
2.Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts.
3.Players should tag 8 other people and notify them they have been tagged.


Eight Random Facts about me:

1. I'm flat-footed and can't run fast.
2. I'm the most comp-illiterate guy to have ever owned a laptop. I somehow manage it, thanks to Rajesh and Sajal( I.P.), my neighbours on either side.
3. When I was about 5, I locked my mother in a hospital bathroom to avenge her doing the same a day back. I then went to have lunch with some docs, who were quite fond of me. She sat there locked for over an hour. I was never locked after that ;)
4. I have been living away from home since 7th standard. 1st Ajmer, then Kota and now Madras.
5. I hate it when someone tells me I look younger than I am, though I know it's true.
6. My father calls me a 'half' ateist because of my attitude towards God and my mother is constantly miffed with me over that.
7. Among my 4 cousins and a younger bro( I live in a joint family) I was always the naughtiest, breaking more stuff then all the others out together. My brothers later surpassed me when they drove a tractor straight into an old wall.Luckily, all 3 came out unharmed.
8. I started blogging because Bhaavaas offered me a treat for it and I'm glad that I did. I still am a terribly irregular blogger and do not even know 8 bloggers who I can tag.

All I can think of tagging is Bhaavaas.

Route to reservations

Guess it's too late to write this now. The revolt ceased a month back but ever since the Mahindra classic jeep was torched in front of my eyes, the passengers escaped though, this was due. It all started when yours truly, against everyone's wishes, decided to board the overnight bus to Jaipur. Oh wait that wasn't the beginning. This was just the backdrop. The action started when my cousin insisted that I delayed my journey back by a day and attend his friend's wedding at some small village, a few hours from Jaipur. I must here say that I actually enjoyed a wedding in a long time with only about 20 'baratis'.

Things were all going well when we got the news that the Gujjars, OBCs as of now, detested their higher social position, as compared to Meenas and demanded social equality. Now the Meenas had not managed to rise, despite boasting of families which have all, yes my dear ALL working members placed in the IPS or IAS. Keeping this in mind, the Gujjars demanded that they be granted a lower social status. They wanted to descend to their level when their bretheren could not rise.

This was all fine till it was a peaceful, civilised request to the government. Things went sour when they resorted to disobedience of govt. Vehicles were stopped and turned back leaving people starnded. Police forces were attacked whereever they could be spotted. Confusion, Panic, Trauma, Agony. My limited vocabulary gives way. The canvas was way larger than I can narrate. For a week every sunset would leave behind a few more corpses, every moon was reflected in the tears of a few more families. Ah...Rajasthan my homeland. It never was like this. My grandpa says even the partition was better. Though I believe memories fade with time and partition must have been worse but this wasn't a partition or was it?

Thanks to the vote hungry politicians, the administrators lacking foresight, we are now officially and strictly divided into religion, region, caste and class. Left out someone to blame? YES, me and you for not doing anything. Not making any small difference that we can. I know I'm getting all worked up and hence the outburst. I also know this feeling won't last but I hope the blog will.

Forgot to put in a word about the media. I believe they think Policeman means martyr. Everytime a shot was fired by the Police, even after being attacked, the media went after it with hammer and tongs. What are they supposed to do? Die with the gun in hand without ever firing a shot?

Don't know how to end this. So I decided I'll end my mournings here and now.

My School prayer

Mind Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free;

Where the world has not been broken up

into fragments by narrow domestic walls;

Where words come out from the depth of truth;

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;

Where the clear stream of reason

has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;

Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action---

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.


- Rabindranath Thakur

Of The Week

For about a month now I have been regularly following the online telecast of the show week that wasn't. It's a usual take on the present news, aired on IBN, anchored by Cyrus MTV Broacha. This is one show that truly is hilarious. The way it is presented, it seems like an extension of the Cyrus on MTV, and in fact it is. I love it anyway. Actually about half the jokes are not funny at all and the rest are PJs but somehow it does manage to tickle you and sometimes more than just that. The joy and enthusiasm with which Cyrus speaks is just awesome. Where it actually scores over the other cnews channel comedy shows is its 'no holds barred' approach. Unlike the other hosts, like Shekhar Suman, who always is wary not to insult the people, well, this team doesn't care one bit. An MTV approach to a news channel comedy show. Try it. It's different.

Of THE Marriage

"Ash and Abhi tie the knot"- The headlines read.
Am I interested? Well, yes I am interested. For the past few days there has been nothing more in news than the marriage of one of, now quite a few, Indian Miss World and a man, whose grandfather was as revolutionary in thoughts as with words, and whose father's movies, I, like many others, grew up watching. But this is certainly not what interested me. I was dying to see it get over. It's been quite sometime since an important 'pillar of democracy' ceased trying to peep in to 'Prateeksha'.

They didn't pay any heed to others' attempts to grab headlines. What about the 'Big Boss', huh? Now known in UK, she tried her best that people in India too start recognising her and the 'AIDS campaign' with Richard Gere provided the perfect platform,literally or otherwise, to launch herself, just as Janet Jackson had once shot to fame. Sorry dear, your timing couldn't be worse. People cast a glance at the photo and turned the page. On second thoughts, maybe she was trying to tell us, " This doesn't cause AIDS".

The gunman in the States too, though now known throughout the world, or at least wherever newspapers are published, could not convince the desi editors to grant him some credible space in the country with highest newspaper readers. Bad timing for you too, dear ummmm.... don't remember your name. Anyway, better luck next time man.

Jokes apart, my heart goes out to poor Sallu and Vicky. Have you any idea what they would be going through every time they pick up a newspaper or a magazine or switch on the TV or radio. Vicky feels sorry for the time when he blasted sallu in front of the media for trying to convince him in a not so polite manner.All he can do now isn't much, unlike sallu, who may decide to go for another ride in his car. Now since he couid not vent off like sallu, rumour has it that that he has protested against Hello mag for offering to cover the wedding and has cancelled his subscription of the same . Can the media ever comprehend the magnitude of pain and sympathy these two guys feel for shekhu? Sadly , I don't think so.

I'm sorry for other wannabes, whose name I didn't mention. Well I too, get my info from a newspaper and I could not sympathise about your failure because you did not succeed.

Cast:

Sallu: Salman Khan, the driver

Vicky: Vivek Oberoi, the actor

Big Boss: Shilpa Shetty, who the firangs abused, apologised and kissed

P.S: Thank god the marriage is over. Could not have taken any more of it.

Attended, attending & attendance

As you walk past the notice boards of your respective hostels, take a closer look. Amongst the wannabe Shaastra IPs, if you try hard enough, you may spot a circular with the Dean's stamp. You won't be allowed to stay in the hostel if your attendance falls short of a certain limit. The limit, I believe, has been set so high, that virtually half the rooms will have to be vacated. Interesting, isn't it? Apparently the instructor's too have been instructed to follow the rules strictly.

I really wonder why all this strictness all of a sudden. What good can come out of rooms vacated by 'the cream of the country'. Well of course, some beer bottles and sutta packets, along with a lot of stench surely will. Now since all of it will be empty, it isn't a very good way to get some free beer, respected sir. He may happen to be a collector of such stuff for all I know and this really is an effective way of increasing his collection manifolds.

Another reason is to rent out thus vacated rooms to Anna University students which may provide a much needed inflow of cash because I hear that the students' debts at Taramani have shot over the roofs and the shopkeepers have hired professionals ( read goons) , who recently paid a small visit to the Dean's office to retrieve the money.They were surprised to find a queue outside the office waiting to see him, most of which were drug-pedlers who also were grieving about the students' refusal to pay for stuff they used, or rather, snuffed. Upon the realisation that this defaulter's image will hurt the Institute in long run as word spreads really fast among corporates and our placements will be effected, was this strategy formulated.By our, I do NOT mean mine. I am in Biotech. which means I won't be placed anyway.


I have a suggestion, sir. We should try hitting at the softest spots.Why not put the same rule on mess too. Like the people who don't have 75% of the meals wouldn't be allowed to eat in mess. Now we should also keep in mind the bathing trends at IITM. Is there a possibility that bogs too can be brought under this rule's domain?

P.S.- After reading out the circular to his staff, the dean reportedly said " Nobody can stop an idea whose time has come"

DazeD

'Twas 7:55 in my watch. I, Varun and Anshul are walking to the Bt building, expecting to reach by 8:10, for a lecture that begins at 8. Well that is IST. I and Varun, too busy discussing the future of IIT and the fests, completely forget the proverbial crowd in two's company.

When we did notice his absence and looked back, we saw him looking the other way. 'waiting for a lift' we assumed. Well, apparently he was feeling faint and could not walk. Shortly after that, he fell flat on the road, hit by a couple of cycles. The security guard at the crossing had to drag him off the road. After sprinkling some water on his face, he finally came to senses and ran to the class, first thing.

Our hero entered the class 20 mins late nad tried explaining it to the prof, his ragamuffin appearance testifying his story. The Prof said " since you are so desperate to attend the class, i will let you, but cannot give you attendance"

Our hero fainted again, hit by a truck this time.

P.S.- Now a lot of theories were developed as to why he suddenly felt faint.
I, personally go with the one proposed by Deepak- " too much of phone on your ear is irradiating your head"

Of people and thoughts

" you are not as important to people as you think you are"- Nagesh Kukunoor

Well he gave a lecture last Saarang. It was then that he said this. He didn't quote it, but somehow, that's the only thing I remember about his lecture. It took me some time to apprehend his gist, but when I did it made stuff easier. Just tell yourself, whatever you do, however may you mess up, you can't make the world worse.If you really go wrong, it's ok, because people expect you to, and in some cases, want you to. Do stuff what you like to, others don't care, they don't have the time to. Like I am blogging. People, I know , won't read it and even if they do, won't think about it. So if you are reading this, I have no idea why you are by the way, think about it.

P.S.: I know it's senseless but I think the treat is justified now

Of DAs n' MACHAs

I knew about the nick- tradition prevailing in IITs before coming to the city, and I could reason that a few people may share the same nick. During my 1st day, I got confused. I just could not imagine how could so many students end up having a common nick. How could the seniors do that? Did they not anticipate the confusion it may create? We are supposed to be smart, and this seemed to me, a foolish act. I figured that if I go to a small group and call out that name, at least one will respond.

I was reminded of the old Hindi film, Angoor, which has 2 pair of actors sharing the same name. It is, I know a plot 'inspired' by the 'comedy of errors' but i speak of it because I found it more hilarious than the original. However, I was enjoying the comparisons which my (oh so) ignorant mind was busy drawing. My brain said, if 2 guys sharing the same name can give a classic and a hit, I have no doubt struck gold, or platinum. Uranium maybe?

My heart told me I am going to be rich. Chuck the studies, concentrate on the namesakes. Live out the 4 years, write truckloads of comedies of error or make a garden of Angoor. As i was busy counting my chickens, I heard the name again. I looked at the direction of the source. Hell broke loose when I realised that he was addressing none other than me. Keeping my cool, and gathering some courage, I went over to the senior and told him, " I haven't been nicked yet. DA is not my nick."

I hardly need to tell you how my air-castle fell and how the eggshells cracked, leaving behind no chicken to count upon.

Though it takes a lot of neck-twisting,I have turned a deaf ear to my heart ever since.

Of Guru n God

Polyploidy happens when one cell receives more chromosomes and the other receives nothing during reproduction.It may also happen that one cell ends up having both male and female characters.Just like the Ardhanareeshvar avatar of Lord Shiva.This was a Genetics lecture in progress.

Good. Lord Shiva has been dissected on genetic basis and I'm warned for short attendance, in the same class. Is it not an irony that I and Shiva share one common name,we both have a few more though. I'm sure when my mother named me, she would never have imagined that before He can tell me my time of death, I can tell Him His genetic configuration. Now not to forget the teacher who taught me this, Prof. Bhaskar, whose namesake, incidentally, was the guru for Hanuman, my namesake's Rudravatar . Man, Ramayan seems to have borrowed heavily from us. Anyway, here's a doha as a token of gratitude towards him.
guru gobind dono khade, kake lagun pay
balihari guru aapne, gobind diyo batay
Vaise bhi guru apke bin, number na gobind dilay

Arthaat- If I confront Guru and God together, I'll hail my guru first because he is the one who has taught me about God.Moreover it's you who will pass me.

P.S.:- I just ca't figure out how Kabeer could see what Prof. Bhaskar will teach me abut 5 centuries hence his times.

This log is not meant to hurt anyone's religious sentiments. I am very sorry if you are offended