aaj fir roshan hua chand...
aaj fir chandni mein jalna hoga...
aaj fir uthega dhuan..
aaj fir zakhmon ko sulagna hoga!!!
Narcissist Narmad
KJ: Didi Korea se aa rahin hain.. kuch mangana hai?
Sweetcarbine: 1-2 Chinki la sakti hain?
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Monday, 16 February 2009
The dreaded question
Tell me some thing about yourself....
Huh? What?
Ashutosh... ganganagar... mayo college... trumpet... IITM... trumpet... hockey... shaastra... saarang... JYW... Bangalore... friends... short tempered... shy... piscean... memories.. future plans... parents... 234... 492... 06/03...09/03... 9884... oman...
Who am I?
Huh? What?
Ashutosh... ganganagar... mayo college... trumpet... IITM... trumpet... hockey... shaastra... saarang... JYW... Bangalore... friends... short tempered... shy... piscean... memories.. future plans... parents... 234... 492... 06/03...09/03... 9884... oman...
Who am I?
Introspection
Introspection... that's something every religion endorses, every philosopher preaches and every man looks for. It ain't easy to be honest to yourself no matter how much we'd like to believe otherwise. More than honesty or truthfulness, I believe, it needs courage to face yourself, to be unbiased. It is supposed to do you and the people around you some good.
It so happened that a good friend recently decided to do the same. This certainly was a situation. He'd know think what he's doing, right , wrong etc. The problem as I saw it was, the changes it may bring in him and since 'no man is an island', the changes it'll bring unto us. I feel that your friends accept it the way you are and even when there are traits the express a disliking for, they do not want you to change one bit, for the better or worse. At least not in the 4th year of your engineering, when you know that this is the last sem and you can afford to be careless. Mostly because many of the obviously wrong habits are enjoyed the most. For instance: boozing, fagging, gaming etc.
Hence, my request to my good friend is to not be introspective at this juncture. The 11th hour is long gone.
It so happened that a good friend recently decided to do the same. This certainly was a situation. He'd know think what he's doing, right , wrong etc. The problem as I saw it was, the changes it may bring in him and since 'no man is an island', the changes it'll bring unto us. I feel that your friends accept it the way you are and even when there are traits the express a disliking for, they do not want you to change one bit, for the better or worse. At least not in the 4th year of your engineering, when you know that this is the last sem and you can afford to be careless. Mostly because many of the obviously wrong habits are enjoyed the most. For instance: boozing, fagging, gaming etc.
Hence, my request to my good friend is to not be introspective at this juncture. The 11th hour is long gone.
Saturday, 7 February 2009
Can he Run?
He always said he chooses not to..
'bhaagna hi hota to olympics mein nahin hote?'
That's some food for thought.
In the past 3 and half years, I have seen him grow, horizontally. His belly has now become his trademark, his X- factor. If we had symbols for election contestants, his would have been his tyre.
Meanwhile, he also bought a bike and spoilt us too. I don't go out of institute if his bike is not available.Needless to say, the bike added more weight around his waist but took away equivalent from his pockets (ours too).
I still thought he is just lazy as all of us, to run. It wasn't so. I discovered that just a few days back.
It happened when four of us were walking back to hostel from main gate. We spotted a cycle, and nobody was around. Something should be done about it. You can't just let a poor cycle stand all alone and walk away. The cycle should be pulled out of boredom. Maybe we could arrange for some company.
Intuition said it would like a tree's company. Hence it was decided. We took it upon ourself to unite it with one. As we lifted the cycle to place it in the loving branches of the tree, we saw a shadow emerging from the stadium. 'Oye' he shouted, the common exclamation for all moods but we had little doubt about his state of mind.
As I scurried away, I could see a sprinter eager to break Bolt's record and a hulk following him. I looked back and saw our man still contemplating the benchmark evolutionary response, 'fight or flee with the tummy of a lady whose baby has been due for an year now'. I threw some expletives at him, which motivated him to cover 50 metres at a pace, marginally quicker than usual. Fortunately, the owner was more interested in tending to his cycle than hitting the punching bag.
BT Brutes
Panda writes on board: (Rg) V
Gochi: (Rg) V ki aag
Nelson: (Rg) V ki Laag = Log(RGV)
'bhaagna hi hota to olympics mein nahin hote?'
That's some food for thought.
In the past 3 and half years, I have seen him grow, horizontally. His belly has now become his trademark, his X- factor. If we had symbols for election contestants, his would have been his tyre.
Meanwhile, he also bought a bike and spoilt us too. I don't go out of institute if his bike is not available.Needless to say, the bike added more weight around his waist but took away equivalent from his pockets (ours too).
I still thought he is just lazy as all of us, to run. It wasn't so. I discovered that just a few days back.
It happened when four of us were walking back to hostel from main gate. We spotted a cycle, and nobody was around. Something should be done about it. You can't just let a poor cycle stand all alone and walk away. The cycle should be pulled out of boredom. Maybe we could arrange for some company.
Intuition said it would like a tree's company. Hence it was decided. We took it upon ourself to unite it with one. As we lifted the cycle to place it in the loving branches of the tree, we saw a shadow emerging from the stadium. 'Oye' he shouted, the common exclamation for all moods but we had little doubt about his state of mind.
As I scurried away, I could see a sprinter eager to break Bolt's record and a hulk following him. I looked back and saw our man still contemplating the benchmark evolutionary response, 'fight or flee with the tummy of a lady whose baby has been due for an year now'. I threw some expletives at him, which motivated him to cover 50 metres at a pace, marginally quicker than usual. Fortunately, the owner was more interested in tending to his cycle than hitting the punching bag.
BT Brutes
Panda writes on board: (Rg) V
Gochi: (Rg) V ki aag
Nelson: (Rg) V ki Laag = Log(RGV)
Sunday, 1 February 2009
Breaks' Children
When I used to get home after carrying my dad's briefcase all day long, my mother understandably would spend some time with me. If I tried to sneak away, I'd be called back on the pretext of making a million dollar business decision or drinking milk. Bottomline was that I had to sit for an hour with my mother every night.
After that, I'm sure it's the same with a lot of youngsters like me. Moms wants us to spend time them. But, at the same time, but little do we know that we are actually competing for her attention in a losing battle. How's the winner? Simple: Ekta kapoor. So we used to talk only when the field was clear, i.e., during a commercial break. But the soaps are to my mom like a body possessed by possessive soul, even though you can't see it, you know it controls the head. And that's how our conversations went:
Mom: How's college
Me: good
Mom: is that why u dont talk to us these often, so happy with ur life?
Me: ummm...errr...
Mom: sshhhhhhh.....
TV: 'vo tumhari nahin karan ki biwi hai. Jab bus ko aag lagi tab vo zinda bach gayi thi aur fir usne plastic surgery karva li.
3 close-ups and a break
Mom: how's college
Me: bad
Mom: is that why u have turned so silent these days? u dont even talk properly when i call
Me: err.. umm...
Mom: ssshhhhhh........
TV: Blah blah blah
Narcissist Narmad
Sweetcarbine: Girls having periods just shows how big a sadist god is.
P.S.: A friend of mine is actually convinced that his cessarian was scheduled during a break.
After that, I'm sure it's the same with a lot of youngsters like me. Moms wants us to spend time them. But, at the same time, but little do we know that we are actually competing for her attention in a losing battle. How's the winner? Simple: Ekta kapoor. So we used to talk only when the field was clear, i.e., during a commercial break. But the soaps are to my mom like a body possessed by possessive soul, even though you can't see it, you know it controls the head. And that's how our conversations went:
Mom: How's college
Me: good
Mom: is that why u dont talk to us these often, so happy with ur life?
Me: ummm...errr...
Mom: sshhhhhhh.....
TV: 'vo tumhari nahin karan ki biwi hai. Jab bus ko aag lagi tab vo zinda bach gayi thi aur fir usne plastic surgery karva li.
3 close-ups and a break
Mom: how's college
Me: bad
Mom: is that why u have turned so silent these days? u dont even talk properly when i call
Me: err.. umm...
Mom: ssshhhhhh........
TV: Blah blah blah
Narcissist Narmad
Sweetcarbine: Girls having periods just shows how big a sadist god is.
P.S.: A friend of mine is actually convinced that his cessarian was scheduled during a break.
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