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.
Wednesday 31 October 2007
Sunday 28 October 2007
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.
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.
:)
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.
:)
Saturday 20 October 2007
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.
"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.
Friday 19 October 2007
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 :))
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 :))
Tuesday 16 October 2007
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
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
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
Monday 8 October 2007
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
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
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