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Monday, May 11, 2009
Being Naked
Coming home after being out in the sweltering heat for nearly 10 hrs, it feels quite good to sit under the fan and drink chilled water. But it feels even better when you start taking off your clothes wet with your sweat. At that point of time, you hate your own smell; the smell similar to that of a stinking pig. Your perfume of 2 grand also seems to have failed in keeping out the stink out of your body. You walk into the bathroom, remove whatever piece of clothing is left on your body, open the shower and walk under it. Aah! So appeasing. You reamin there for quite sometime, with your eyes closed, losing the track of time. You don’t even wipe the water off your body. You let it stay there, to give tha heavenly feeling. You come out with only a towel on (read:half-naked). The cold breeze through the living room window gives you goosebumps. You stand there, try tocatch more of it. Its an experience which you cannot describe. You need to feel it. A very naughty thought crosses your mind. What if you could roam around naked, free from the prying eyes of the world? Remember the time when you were born? I know no one does. But still, you can imagine how it would have felt. It feels so nice when, on a hot night, you switch on the desert cooler/AC and sleep only in your bare essentials. It feels so good to be naked, isn’t it?
The same is true with truth. A “naked” truth is sometimes far better than giving someone or having false hopes. This truth may hurt someone so badly that it may affect your relation with him/her. And sometimes, some truths may have such a scintillating effect on that person that he/she, as a person, may change completely. This change may be for good or bad or it may be as you wanted it to be but nevertheless, the change is so drastic that you may have a hard time getting accustomed to the new person, though it may have reduced your efforts to have your way with him/her.
Sometimes it becomes hard to accept the fact that truth can be so bitter. Why does it become so hard to accept the fact that a truth can be so true, so harsh that it may entirely change your life and your perception towards it? Like it can take your life on a totally different path. Then again, why does it happen that some people can’t accept the facts or they don’t want to accept them? They don’t want to see the world as it is. They put a blindfold on their eyes so that they cannot see the reality what others are already seeing. I do agree there are a few things which you should not accept as they are or there are some situations/truths which should not be disclosed lest you want to create confusion. But sometime in the future you will have to face the facts. You just can’t sit there in your make-believe world and hide away from reality. Facts can be disturbing but they can be more disturbing if you don’t disclose them or face them at the moment it is in front of us. In my opinion there is no such thing as the right moment/time. Every moment is a right moment. It is said that if God gives you all the worries in the world, He also gives you the courage or strength to face and fight them. The earlier you disclose the truth or face the facts, the better it would be. Initially it may sting like a bee, but when the fact would sink in, it would be a very sweet experience, though not so fast but eventually it would, when you look walk down your past memory lane. Like it happens when you are naked; initially it feels cold when you are wet and the cold wind blows. But after sometime, it feels so comforting and soothing.
On the same lines, it is very important to know what people think of you or letting others know what you think about them. It is of no use keeping everything under covers or avoiding and ignoring facts because momentary ignorance may give you bliss but would hamper your relations with others in the long run. Until and unless you face the music, how will know where you stand? If you are brave enough to take a step with dire consequences, then you should be equally brave to face the truth or result. But you know what it all comes down to trust or faith. You need to have faith in the result. You need to keep faith that whatever the truth may be, it will be for your own good. It would never happen that some truth may be so hurting in nature that it can never be for your good. If someone is going away from you or you are going to lose out in some race, never think that you would never gain anything from out of it or you don’t have a chance for better than the current position. You will be done justice but eventually. It may take sometime but again, you have to keep faith in time. Faith in yourself, in others and in your destiny written by the highest power above us. A faith so strong yet so simple like the one we have in the cold breeze which you trust would relieve off the heat.
The same is true with truth. A “naked” truth is sometimes far better than giving someone or having false hopes. This truth may hurt someone so badly that it may affect your relation with him/her. And sometimes, some truths may have such a scintillating effect on that person that he/she, as a person, may change completely. This change may be for good or bad or it may be as you wanted it to be but nevertheless, the change is so drastic that you may have a hard time getting accustomed to the new person, though it may have reduced your efforts to have your way with him/her.
Sometimes it becomes hard to accept the fact that truth can be so bitter. Why does it become so hard to accept the fact that a truth can be so true, so harsh that it may entirely change your life and your perception towards it? Like it can take your life on a totally different path. Then again, why does it happen that some people can’t accept the facts or they don’t want to accept them? They don’t want to see the world as it is. They put a blindfold on their eyes so that they cannot see the reality what others are already seeing. I do agree there are a few things which you should not accept as they are or there are some situations/truths which should not be disclosed lest you want to create confusion. But sometime in the future you will have to face the facts. You just can’t sit there in your make-believe world and hide away from reality. Facts can be disturbing but they can be more disturbing if you don’t disclose them or face them at the moment it is in front of us. In my opinion there is no such thing as the right moment/time. Every moment is a right moment. It is said that if God gives you all the worries in the world, He also gives you the courage or strength to face and fight them. The earlier you disclose the truth or face the facts, the better it would be. Initially it may sting like a bee, but when the fact would sink in, it would be a very sweet experience, though not so fast but eventually it would, when you look walk down your past memory lane. Like it happens when you are naked; initially it feels cold when you are wet and the cold wind blows. But after sometime, it feels so comforting and soothing.
On the same lines, it is very important to know what people think of you or letting others know what you think about them. It is of no use keeping everything under covers or avoiding and ignoring facts because momentary ignorance may give you bliss but would hamper your relations with others in the long run. Until and unless you face the music, how will know where you stand? If you are brave enough to take a step with dire consequences, then you should be equally brave to face the truth or result. But you know what it all comes down to trust or faith. You need to have faith in the result. You need to keep faith that whatever the truth may be, it will be for your own good. It would never happen that some truth may be so hurting in nature that it can never be for your good. If someone is going away from you or you are going to lose out in some race, never think that you would never gain anything from out of it or you don’t have a chance for better than the current position. You will be done justice but eventually. It may take sometime but again, you have to keep faith in time. Faith in yourself, in others and in your destiny written by the highest power above us. A faith so strong yet so simple like the one we have in the cold breeze which you trust would relieve off the heat.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Amritsar-Vaishno Devi--DAY 3 and DAY 4
SATURDAY, 04-04-09 and SUNDAY, 05-04-09
"Impossible!!! How can be their seat numbers same as ours? Check their journey date", replied an agitated Sandy. True he was. The people who were thinking berth nos. 1,2 and 3 as theirs, didn't notice that theirs were a previous day's ticket. Happened due to confusion of departure time. After the T.T. cleared their doubts, another family took their seats in front of ours. Chalo, problem solved. Now sleeping time. But no. God did not allow me and Dipak to sleep. The family in front of us were constantly chatting at high pitched voices the whole night. Great! What a way to start the journey! Anyways. At around 4:00 in the morning did we get some sleep. The train reached Jammu Tawi station at around 7:00 AM. The station had not changed in terms of cleanliness. We came out of the station and got into line to book bus tickets to Katra. Sandy suggested that I look for private buses too. They would hardly charge 10 to 20 bucks extra. Right he was. We got into a private bus at Rs.60 each. But we did not get any seats to sit. Instead, we were asked to sit on upturned coke crates, with cushion on top as the consolation. This way we started our 2 hr journey to Katra.
In between, when the conductor was collecting the money for the ticket, a few people fought with him regarding miscommunication with ticket fares. As a result around 10 people got down. So we got lucky and took the vacant seats. But eventually, after 5 mins they returned as a result of settlement between them and the conductor. As soon as they arrived, they started demanding their seats back. I had an 1/2 hr long verbal fight with 3 of them which resulted in my partial-victory. Why partial? Bcoz, as soon as I stepped down the bus, when it took a break from the journey, my seat was taken by one of the idiots. I thought what kind of shit head people you have to come across. Anyways, we reached Katra by noon. There, though my eyes were searching a hotel, a guy was pestering us to go to his Dharamshala and I had listen to him unwillingly. Sandy asked him about the fare. He said no charge. Sandy asked him to show the rooms. We followed him to a narrow lane, and when we reached the Dharamshala, the truth came forward. We would only freshen up before the ascend to the temple. Before leaving, we need to keep our luggage in their cloak room and have to surrender the room. Though they were not charging for the room, we will have to buy the Prasad from their stall. And if we wanted to keep the room booked, we would need to pay 300 bucks for a night. So this was the case.
After freshening up and reluctantly buying prasad from the dharmashala, we had our brunch in a nearby cafe. After that, when Sandy had gone to get passes for entrance, me and Dipak were discussing about returning in Helicopter. But since we didn't have that much of money, so we scraped off the idea. After some more purchases, we finally started our ascend. Though Sandy showed a lot of enthusiasm at start, eventually he had mellowed down and we took a lot of stoppages in between. During those periods, we bought water ad eatables, munching on each and everything we found on our way. Since the whole ascend was of 14 kms and technically it should take us 5 hrs to reach the top, we had taken 7 hrs bcoz of our long stoppages and also bcoz we were not in a hurry to reach there. Interesting things that happened in between -
- Munched a lot of things
- Drank around 3 ltrs of water and 1 ltrs of soft-drinks each
- Took a lot of snaps
- Came across a very nice girl whom we named a Miss Cyber-Shot, bcoz she had one. I think she was from Delhi. Should have taken a snap of hers too.
- A monkey attacked Dipak's Prasad packet. Took away some of it. Dipak consoled himself saying "Hanumaan Ji le gaye. Accha hai"
- Ate the worst jalebis you can ever get.
- Met Miss Cyber-Shot a lot of times. SHIT! Got infatuated with her
- Met a person walking all the way from Haridwar to Vaishno Devi.
After we reached Bhawan(the entrance to Vaishno Devi), saw huge rush. Though people were being given batch numbers for darshan, it didn't matter how you went inside. We could not take anything, apart from prasad, inside. So had to get into line for lockers. But the person at the counter said, unless others who have already taken lockers, return from darshan and return the key, we could not get any. So I asked Sandy to search other places for lockers while I waited in this line. Luckily he got one and we went to keep our belongings in that locker. Before moving for darshan, we had our dinner, which was quite tasty. But now came the most difficult part-the darshan. though our line moved very swiftly, we were literally pushed inside the temple, so Dipak and I could not have a glimpse of the deity. Anyways, we roamed around the premises, though we were not satisfied with our darshan. After taking our belongings, and a cup of coffee, we moved on the trail to Bhairon Baba Temple. Sandy and Dipak took the roads, while I took the stairs. I felt disgusted seeing the half-breed ponies shitting all around the place(those who do not know, ponies are used in the whole area to carry old and tired people while ascending and descending). After Bhairon Baba's darshan and some nice snaps, we started our descend through some dim-lit trails. In between, we made a few stoppages for ice-creams and coffee, that too around 2:00 in the morning.
After we descended, we hurried to get our luggage from the dharamshala cloak room, and I became desperate to find a hotel bcoz it was already 6:00 in the morning, and I was feeling so sleepy that it was difficult to keep my eyes open. We again went on our negotiation skills, and took a room at Rs.600 in a pretty decent hotel. We were supposed to check out at 2:00 PM(instead of normal check out time of 12 PM which we got changed as a request). But we got up late and hence and checked out a little later than 2 PM. After checking out, we again had our brunch and finally looked for a cab to Jammu city. Here, too, we had an altercation with a family, who finally decided not to travel with us. While returning to Jammu City, we caught a glimpse of a scene of accident, where a bike was lying on the road, with 2 smashed helmets, one bag and a shoe but no blood. GOSH!
We returned to Jammu bus stand at around 4:30 in the evening, from where we took an auto to the railway station. There, we spent a long time watching the crowd come and go. We saw a lot of jawans in Jammu Tawi station, as a part of beefed up security. Our train was at 8 in the evening, so we had our dinner quite early just outside the station. After getting our luggage checked through the new X-ray machines installed in the station, we reached the designated platform waiting for the train. It was a nice train, the newer ones where you have three berths on the aisle side too. We chatted for a while in the train while it was moving towards New Delhi. Eventually everyone went into deep state of slumber, before our eyes opened to the sights of New Delhi station the next morning.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Amritsar-Vaishno Devi--DAY 2
FRIDAY, 03-04-09
After getting up from not-so-good sleep, 'coz someone was snoring horribly, we went to Golden Temple for a dip in the holy tank. After the dip, which was fun, came back to hotel, freshened up, and headed to Jallianwala Bagh after checking out from the hotel. There, we saw the Amar Jyoti, the Memorial, bullet marks, Martyr's Well and the museum. We had a small discussion relating to the official and unofficial counts of bodies and rounds fired. After visiting the whole Jallianwala Bagh, a thought came to my mind that, how could Britain, one of the most civilised countries of those times, honour General Dyer with the title of Sir, after such a heinous act?
After having a brunch of Dosas, we again went inside Golden Temple, this time for darshan. After getting in the main building, in my mind, I went back to those days when I used to stay in Mumbai and visited Haji Ali whenever some relatives came over. After the darshan, we visited the Central Sikh Museum, where we came to know a bit about Sikh history. Then, we bought souvenirs and "kadas" for ourselves. "Punjab aake Lassi nahi piyenge, aisa kabhi ho sakta hai?", said Sandy. SO all 3 of us had a glass full of Malaiwala Lassi. We were then looking for a taxi to Wagah Border. After negotiations with a few of them, we finally fixed a private car at Rs.350. But when we were being led to the taxi, a foreigner was walking along with us. It was quite surprising when that driver told us she would sharing our cab. We tried to reason out the deal we had made with the driver, but he said he was helpless as she had been pestering him along with her 'hotel wala' to take her too. So we were 3 helpless dumb people, who couldn't even think what to do. Anyways we travel in a Maruti 800 to Wagah, in between passing the famous Khalsa College, where SRK-starrer Rab Ne Banadi Jodi was filmed, and OCM Mills. When we reached within 1/2 km of Wagah Border, we were asked by the driver to leave our bags inside the car itself. "How can I leave my passport and Visa in the car?", asked the lady. But she was not allowed to take the bag inside. So she had to carry her passport and Visa in her hands and leave the rest with the driver. By the way, her name was Manu, short for something which I didn't hear. She was a French National and Accountant by profession. As we walked towards the main area, we passed along the immigrations office, customs office and a temple. Manu had to go to the VIP area while we were suppose to seat in the amphitheatre-type stands.
After we reached those stands, we saw a huge crowd on the Indian side, while not so many people on the other side of the border. Patriotic songs of Bollywood were being played at high volume. People were asked to settle down. The announcer seemed to be some Captain or something. He said we could only chant "Hindustan Zindabad", "Bharat Mata Ki Jai" and "Vande Mataram" and nothing else. We saw girls, small kids and women were allowed to run to the gate with national flag in their hand. They were also encouraged to dance to the songs being played. Then, as everyone eventually settled down, the 25-min long parade started with the sound of bugle and orders from a sentry. People chanted as instructed and were making noise, encouraging the jawaans. We saw the opening of the gates, the hand-shakes, the famous "High Leg Lift" steps of jawaans, the taunts, the lowering of flags, orders and march till 6:15 PM. We returned to our cab after taking snaps of the Swarna Jayanti Dwar, No Man's Land and the Electric Fencing on the border. It was totally an unusual experience.
While returning to the main city, we stopped at the Khalsa College gates to takes pictures of the well-lit building. After dropping Manu at her hotel, we went on to experience the Amritsari Gol-gappas but it turned out to be a bad session. Then we strolled into a restaurant for our dinner. An attempt to have Mushroom Masala for Sandy and myself failed when the waiter brought us a wrong order of Paneer Butter Masala. Dipak, as usual, was happy with his Chowmein. After dinner, and an attempt to charge my cell phone, we again entered Golden Temple, this time to rest for a while before catching a train to Jammu Tawi which was at 01:20 in the morning. While the other two slept soundly, I was struggling with my unnecessary luggage. At around 11:45 we decide to head for the station, as we were not sure whether we would find any conveyance at that point of time. After we reached station, we had to wait for 1/2 hr before our train arrived from Bhatinda. When we occupied our berths, we breathed a sigh of relief as we had just a night's journey which we would spend sleeping....
Monday, April 13, 2009
Amritsar-Vaishno Devi--DAY 1
THURSDAY, 02-04-09
Finally, Sandy's prayers were answered. A trip, which in some way, was planned a long time ago. But could not materialised because of the one of my sins-SLOTH. Frankly, I could not muster enough courage to decide whether to go or not. But finally we boarded train no-2013-AMRITSAR SHATABDI.
Finally, Sandy's prayers were answered. A trip, which in some way, was planned a long time ago. But could not materialised because of the one of my sins-SLOTH. Frankly, I could not muster enough courage to decide whether to go or not. But finally we boarded train no-2013-AMRITSAR SHATABDI.
After hailing an auto from our place to NDLS, a commute of 45 mins spent half sleeping, we waited for the train on Platform 1, Dipak went around with his uncanny talent of bird-watching. After boarding the train and settling down in our seats, we were informed by the train PA system that it would take 5 hrs and 40 mins to reach Amritsar. After a round of snacks consisting of 4 biscuits(not enough!!!), only 1 Samosa(again not enough!!!), 1 cheese-butter sandwich(thankfully only 1!!!) and a choice between Tea or Coffee, we passed out time with music and sleep. The train departed at right time of 16:30 hrs.
In-between, we had conversations about Sandy and some coincidences, esp. those lost-smiles-on-his-face types. The mention of all coincidences again made him smile and he tried to present some weak arguments over the denials of those coincidences. I don't know when will he become more pragmatic than be lost in fantasy world. He also went into his Gluttony-mode, asking more food before time. Seeing so many laptops, I felt restless for still not able to but one. A kid behind me was making such a racket.
At around 19:45 hrs, we had our dinner comprising 2 rhombus-shaped paranthas, rice(or was it pulao??), watery Dal, Paneer Butter Masala/Chicken Preparation, pickle, curd and Vanilla Ice-cream. I slept most of the time after that, with y iPod plugged into my ears. Dipak, after failing to decipher Agatha Christie, went off to sleep too. Sandy, in his usual way, drifted in and out of slumber frequently. Somewhere()may be in the train PA system), "Jadoo hai nasha hai" was being played.
At 22:35 hrs, we reached Amritsar. We were very excited, more so, because our salaries were credited to our accounts that instant. Took an auto to Golden Temple so that a hotel in that place would mean easy trips to Jallianwala Bagh and Wagah Border too. We had already checked out some decent hotels on net, but they were quite expensive. A few names cropped up when we asked about this to a policeman. One was Archana Guest House. Price??-Rs.300. By its look, looked like a rundown place. Not worth. A Sikh guy pestered us and took us to another shady types. Everything same. He said he can get us better rooms for Rs. 400 too. Dipak said, "Enough is Enough. There is one down there. Lets check that". HOTEL GOLDEN CASTLE. Turned out to be a good place. Rent?? Rs. 600.
"Babuji, 400 ka budget tha. Aap to 600 maang rahe ho. Abhi to season bhi nahi hai".
"Betaji, hamare yahaan to hamesha full rehta hai. Chalo 500 de dena".
"Chalo na aapki na meri, 450 final".
"Oye Room ki chaabi le. Sahaab logon ko le jaa".
Fixed. Nice room. Then went out for a stroll to Golden Temple.. Here you need to cover your head with a cloth, deposit your shoes, and walk through a pit of water before entering the main premises. It was exhilarating. The view, the air, everything. Looked at the watch. It was 12 in the morning. Lightening with drizzle added up to the nice background for snaps. It started to rain heavily after sometime. So we ran into the building where Langar is served. Had a cup of "Masala" tea. Then lead by Sandy towards the Community Service, where people voluntarily wash dishes used in Langar. Stayed there for 15-20 minutes, after which went for a round of Langar food-Rotis, Kali Dal, rice and water. After roaming around for some more time in the premises, we headed back to hotel for a nice sleep.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
The Tribulations of a Philanthropical Hero
Okay...this is an inspired description....the inspiration was quite close to me....not much but still. I knew a bit of him.....and was unraveling him (now don't get me wrong on this) as we spent a lot of time together.....
Once there was a guy....a simple guy from a small town located somewhere in India, born in a religious family with decent teachings and principles. Had a family of 4 - Himself, his parents and his younger brother.
His father was the sole bread winner of the family. He used to study in a decent government school. He was also a brilliant and talented child, earning quite a few accolades in his growing years, and had all the impetus to make himself and people around him happy in whatever resources he had at his disposal. In short he was very content with what he got from his parents, though his parents never stopped him from doing anything and rather encouraged him to take risks. He had ambitions to make his and his family's life better. He knew only one thing that its his family which has to be considered first in whatever decision he would take in future.
Since he took science in his +2 course and because he had the notion that he would do better in Engg rather than in any other stream, he wrote competitive exams. The first year did not yield anything much except a seat in his state colleges and a not-so-good rank in AIEEE. So he determined to crack them the next year, for which he even joined a coaching institute. The same institute, which helped his cousin to materialise his dream of getting into IIT-B. When the results came, he missed out the cut-offs by a very thin line. So he had to give other exams, where his marks were fair enough to get him a good seat in a top-notch college/university. Instead of going for the type of branch he opted for brand name of the institute. Got into NIT, his haven for next four years. It was this place which took him on a roller-coaster ride and his life would be much different from what it used to be.
He met some new people who were going to change his life completely, a change about which he never knew or contemplated. People, some of whom where going to be his best buddies and some who will stand on the other side. And there were a very few people who were going to be something more than just buddies. The first year of college went, as for anyone else, into ragging and stuff , though his ragging could not be taken lightly as he belonged to such a region of India, whose seniors behave inhumanely. He did all the chores his seniors asked him to do, and went all those places where he never expected himself to be. So it was at this time when he found solace in unexpected places. He gelled with people whom he might had despised at one point of time. Then came the welcome party after which he finally got included in the motley crew of his seniors. It was also the time when something very interesting happened. He met someone.
Though a studious kind of kid, but not those nerd types, he had the traits of a big flirt. He had quite a few female friends in his school life. One of them even had a crush on him. But he did not want to get into all that, just friendly relations. So talking to a girl came naturally to him. Also by this time he was quite popular among other people in the institute. But this particular female had the right vibes to entice him into talking to her. That talk did not result into anything but it did give them a chance to look forward. Then came a major event which gave him another chance to ponder over this relation since the college was closed due to neglect of authorities in proper functioning of the system. After he came back, he thought this is the time to act, later than this would only be a loss. He proposed to her. She was a bit skeptical because of her family background. He said he would care take of everything. She agreed. Suddenly, his life was full of tulips and daisies. He was on cloud nine. BUT.....
Then came an incident which had created fissures in his life. An act of friendship which caused him embarrassment, earned him rebukes and taunts and which had made him feel so disgusted about himself. But the irony is people for whom he showed his friendship had turned their backs on him and accused him of divulging their names to college authorities regarding the tussle with police. He was shattered. He thought how would his parents and his love would take this incident. But he was happy to see that they rather became his support and backed him in his future endeavours. He returned the favour by promising his parents never again to get into situations like these and tried to change himself according to the likeness of his love. But his love started to become a bit restless after a few months. She even came up with this problem and told him that she feels so left-out when people link-up other girls to other boys but they don't even try to do that with her fearing the consequences they would have to face at his hands. He felt as if it was his fault that she is suffering. His act of friendship had turned him into a monster. He hated himself. But she cajoled him saying its not a big deal. Saying this, they continued to be happy being present in each other's life. But there was something he felt that was not going right. There had been a few trivial fights but not any big to cause any damage.
Then came the time when he had to do something to make his this relation permanent i.e something to make her parents agree of this relation. For this, either he should have a decent fat-paying job or he should be well-qualified. Where his academics were concerned and the events that came in before this period, he became an average student from the one very-brilliant one. Though he came to know about the world around him and shed some of the conservative/narrow-minded nature, he was not able to excel much in academics. He was good in extra-curriculars but academics were not his cup of tea. So he settled for whatever job came to him, his first one in an IT company alongwith hundred others. He tried his hand at preparing for competitive exams for post-graduation. He did secure some marks but not enough to get him a seat anywhere. So again the pursuit of job started. Finally he did secure a second one on the basis that his two friends were going there too. Last day of college arrived soon. Everyone in college was full with emotions and fear of leaving friends behind. He, himself, feared of losing and not seeing his love ever again. To fight this, he spent a whole night with her in a coffee shop and while he went to see her off to the station, she gave him, as a memory, a bunch of cash memos of all times they dined in a restaurant. With this his 4 years of life in college came to an end.
After a fortnight, he landed up in a cosmopolitan city with regards to his job. He was very happy to be there and also because of the things that the company had in store for him. He enjoyed his time there, after which he was posted in another cosmo city. He did not complain about this. More so because he found out that his love in college returned to his life. Whether it was sheer luck or his destiny, he did not know. But he definitely knew one thing that till the time she was posted in the same city for her job, he would give ample time to the relation he once had. Though his new office place and the work there sucked big time, he never complained. He was happy to be close to her. He had lengthy discussion about this with her, who too, was very eager to make her relation permanent. But as the months went by, he again started to have those feelings of something not going as thought. She laughed it off saying he was getting paranoid. But his worst fears came true, when small altercations turned into big arguments. It was this time when he thought may be because he was from a middle class family or from a small town which had resulted into this. He started to share these with his room-mates and said its altogether his fault that he has still not able to impart the courage into her to make her parents agree. He also said that its his PHILANTHROPIC nature that has caused all the damage in his life. He tried to be good for the sake of his family. He went against everyone for his friends. He even changed himself for the sake of his love. But what did he get in return? He said its his this inherited trait that may cause further damage. His friends tried to console him and even tried to be mediators between him and his love. But in vain. Then came a time when he and his love parted ways on cordial grounds. No dumping. No bad break-ups. On mutual grounds. But he said he would definitely wait for her to return. To make him happy, his friends went around enjoying every moment with him. They even made new friends. But his mind always wandered off. One of his friends even tried to use rude words in relating to him and that girl, trying to knock him off the whole episode. But he always kept a small flame of hope burning in his heart.
Even after returning from a break to his favourite place, he still has hopes. Hopes, which he claims to be the only thing running his life. Hopes, which his friends think he should give up and move on. But the important thing his friends say is his PHILANTHROPIC nature that he needs to change. A nature which is making a victim out of him. A victim to situations which he used to despise. It is his this nature which has always been an obstacle in his pursuit of goals, a nature which will always result into despair unless he changes.......
Once there was a guy....a simple guy from a small town located somewhere in India, born in a religious family with decent teachings and principles. Had a family of 4 - Himself, his parents and his younger brother.
His father was the sole bread winner of the family. He used to study in a decent government school. He was also a brilliant and talented child, earning quite a few accolades in his growing years, and had all the impetus to make himself and people around him happy in whatever resources he had at his disposal. In short he was very content with what he got from his parents, though his parents never stopped him from doing anything and rather encouraged him to take risks. He had ambitions to make his and his family's life better. He knew only one thing that its his family which has to be considered first in whatever decision he would take in future.
Since he took science in his +2 course and because he had the notion that he would do better in Engg rather than in any other stream, he wrote competitive exams. The first year did not yield anything much except a seat in his state colleges and a not-so-good rank in AIEEE. So he determined to crack them the next year, for which he even joined a coaching institute. The same institute, which helped his cousin to materialise his dream of getting into IIT-B. When the results came, he missed out the cut-offs by a very thin line. So he had to give other exams, where his marks were fair enough to get him a good seat in a top-notch college/university. Instead of going for the type of branch he opted for brand name of the institute. Got into NIT, his haven for next four years. It was this place which took him on a roller-coaster ride and his life would be much different from what it used to be.
He met some new people who were going to change his life completely, a change about which he never knew or contemplated. People, some of whom where going to be his best buddies and some who will stand on the other side. And there were a very few people who were going to be something more than just buddies. The first year of college went, as for anyone else, into ragging and stuff , though his ragging could not be taken lightly as he belonged to such a region of India, whose seniors behave inhumanely. He did all the chores his seniors asked him to do, and went all those places where he never expected himself to be. So it was at this time when he found solace in unexpected places. He gelled with people whom he might had despised at one point of time. Then came the welcome party after which he finally got included in the motley crew of his seniors. It was also the time when something very interesting happened. He met someone.
Though a studious kind of kid, but not those nerd types, he had the traits of a big flirt. He had quite a few female friends in his school life. One of them even had a crush on him. But he did not want to get into all that, just friendly relations. So talking to a girl came naturally to him. Also by this time he was quite popular among other people in the institute. But this particular female had the right vibes to entice him into talking to her. That talk did not result into anything but it did give them a chance to look forward. Then came a major event which gave him another chance to ponder over this relation since the college was closed due to neglect of authorities in proper functioning of the system. After he came back, he thought this is the time to act, later than this would only be a loss. He proposed to her. She was a bit skeptical because of her family background. He said he would care take of everything. She agreed. Suddenly, his life was full of tulips and daisies. He was on cloud nine. BUT.....
Then came an incident which had created fissures in his life. An act of friendship which caused him embarrassment, earned him rebukes and taunts and which had made him feel so disgusted about himself. But the irony is people for whom he showed his friendship had turned their backs on him and accused him of divulging their names to college authorities regarding the tussle with police. He was shattered. He thought how would his parents and his love would take this incident. But he was happy to see that they rather became his support and backed him in his future endeavours. He returned the favour by promising his parents never again to get into situations like these and tried to change himself according to the likeness of his love. But his love started to become a bit restless after a few months. She even came up with this problem and told him that she feels so left-out when people link-up other girls to other boys but they don't even try to do that with her fearing the consequences they would have to face at his hands. He felt as if it was his fault that she is suffering. His act of friendship had turned him into a monster. He hated himself. But she cajoled him saying its not a big deal. Saying this, they continued to be happy being present in each other's life. But there was something he felt that was not going right. There had been a few trivial fights but not any big to cause any damage.
Then came the time when he had to do something to make his this relation permanent i.e something to make her parents agree of this relation. For this, either he should have a decent fat-paying job or he should be well-qualified. Where his academics were concerned and the events that came in before this period, he became an average student from the one very-brilliant one. Though he came to know about the world around him and shed some of the conservative/narrow-minded nature, he was not able to excel much in academics. He was good in extra-curriculars but academics were not his cup of tea. So he settled for whatever job came to him, his first one in an IT company alongwith hundred others. He tried his hand at preparing for competitive exams for post-graduation. He did secure some marks but not enough to get him a seat anywhere. So again the pursuit of job started. Finally he did secure a second one on the basis that his two friends were going there too. Last day of college arrived soon. Everyone in college was full with emotions and fear of leaving friends behind. He, himself, feared of losing and not seeing his love ever again. To fight this, he spent a whole night with her in a coffee shop and while he went to see her off to the station, she gave him, as a memory, a bunch of cash memos of all times they dined in a restaurant. With this his 4 years of life in college came to an end.
After a fortnight, he landed up in a cosmopolitan city with regards to his job. He was very happy to be there and also because of the things that the company had in store for him. He enjoyed his time there, after which he was posted in another cosmo city. He did not complain about this. More so because he found out that his love in college returned to his life. Whether it was sheer luck or his destiny, he did not know. But he definitely knew one thing that till the time she was posted in the same city for her job, he would give ample time to the relation he once had. Though his new office place and the work there sucked big time, he never complained. He was happy to be close to her. He had lengthy discussion about this with her, who too, was very eager to make her relation permanent. But as the months went by, he again started to have those feelings of something not going as thought. She laughed it off saying he was getting paranoid. But his worst fears came true, when small altercations turned into big arguments. It was this time when he thought may be because he was from a middle class family or from a small town which had resulted into this. He started to share these with his room-mates and said its altogether his fault that he has still not able to impart the courage into her to make her parents agree. He also said that its his PHILANTHROPIC nature that has caused all the damage in his life. He tried to be good for the sake of his family. He went against everyone for his friends. He even changed himself for the sake of his love. But what did he get in return? He said its his this inherited trait that may cause further damage. His friends tried to console him and even tried to be mediators between him and his love. But in vain. Then came a time when he and his love parted ways on cordial grounds. No dumping. No bad break-ups. On mutual grounds. But he said he would definitely wait for her to return. To make him happy, his friends went around enjoying every moment with him. They even made new friends. But his mind always wandered off. One of his friends even tried to use rude words in relating to him and that girl, trying to knock him off the whole episode. But he always kept a small flame of hope burning in his heart.
Even after returning from a break to his favourite place, he still has hopes. Hopes, which he claims to be the only thing running his life. Hopes, which his friends think he should give up and move on. But the important thing his friends say is his PHILANTHROPIC nature that he needs to change. A nature which is making a victim out of him. A victim to situations which he used to despise. It is his this nature which has always been an obstacle in his pursuit of goals, a nature which will always result into despair unless he changes.......
Monday, March 23, 2009
Chemical Batch 08 of NITD
This is a just a jist of what we did in four years of engg. while being at Durgapur, West Bengal. Every thing here is real, even the people. So this video does not require any disclaimer.
Friday, March 20, 2009
The Non-egoist Alter Ego
You know, you were never bad or rude by nature. Now I am not saying this because I am you or that I have any vested interests. I am saying this because I feel so. After all, who doesn't have a little bit of evil inside him/her?
Remember the first time you were happy? It was when you got your first prized possession. You never felt this way before. The whole world was such a nice place to live in. But then suddenly you were brought down to earth when you saw something better in some else's hands. In an instant, you felt one of the most powerful feelings existing on Earth-JEALOUSY which was backed by another biggie-RAGE. You wanted to do everything in your might to take away that "better" something from its owner. And then you were in control of those angelic traits of PEACE and SOBRIETY and you tried to calm down. You tried to put in your argument to be but in vain. But again, you had to give into those devilish feelings and thought "If I cannot have something like that, no one shall". You even tried to do that but were forced to withdraw thanks to the good that resides within each one of us.
You see, its not just those tender ages when you have those whims and fancies of doing things that are not exactly appropriate to that situation. You may also notice its not only the happy feelings which start this whole process of emotional flood. It even happens the other way round. There are times when some feelings of RAGE or JEALOUSY or GLOOM may start such a kind of interesting cocktail of emotions. And its not your fault or an anomaly in your body. Its human tendency. Everyone experiences these emotions. You are not unique in this manner. If you are wondering how can RAGE or JEALOUSY trigger such emotions, remember those times when you were facing stiff competition in almost every field? When you thought there is no one better than you and suddenly so many people emerged out of nowhere who eventually became a threat to your very existence. Yes the reason why you live:FAME and PRIDE. Those feelings of RAGE and JEALOUSY gave space to another set of feelings-IGNORANCE, COMPROMISE and DIFFIDENCE. You actually started to adopt a routine where you became a more happy-go-lucky person, much different than the strict person you were. You allowed others to take over, to take advantage of you and you compromised with every little detail in life. This made you a far more shy, unconfident and coward person than you actually were. You realised your mistake. You tried to correct your position. You tried to take help from others. They even helped you but to an extent. They imposed certain conditions, which you actually wanted to follow or agree with, but because of certain restrictions, were not able to. So your self-development plans came to a temporary halt. But by then you observed something very different. You saw that even after so much happened, this whole mess of yours called "LIFE" taught you a lot of things; it gave you so many opportunities that you got to make acquaintances with uncharted territories.
So with this hope that your "LIFE" will teach you something new on each step you take, you tread into into deeper waters, mostly to test your mettle and sometimes because you don't have clear ideas in your mind. Yes. You have this problem of making bad itineraries for every situation. Also when you don't find any competition you start to feel as Mr. Know-It-All. But when you snap back to reality and face serious competition you get nervous and start to falter at every step. You don't play your cards right. You know what?! To keep you in your senses, you should be restricted in some ways so that you don't hurt yourself. Also you need to be mentored. Why, are you forgetting those times, when you were caught unawares by a feeling termed by the people to be the most powerful of all-LOVE. You were bitten by this bug again and again. Each time you thought you loved a female, it was just an infatuation. There were times I remember, when this feeling got so intense that you acted like those crazy smitten actors of Bollywood. You attempted to do everything which would make your one-sided love into a reciprocating affair. But every time you lost the fight to the other "better" person in that female's life. And how can we forget that one time, when this same feeling of LOVE reached its extreme when you finally confessed your love love to that lovely lady, though indirectly, only to be turned down. Oh! You were in such a pathetic condition. What do they say? Ah! Heart-broken. You even considered cutting yourself with blade as an option, thinking why does it always happen to you. Obviously, I agree. It was a difficult time. You were suffering from every point, be it your love-life or professional or anything. I must say, you have a unique quality of not showing your problems on your face. Nice!. But again another feeling took over. This time it was COMPASSION. Not that compassion which emerges from sympathy. It was from the empathy towards yourself and your so-called LOVE. You did not want both of you to suffer. So you kept that thing at bay. But not for long. You still have feelings for her, a ray of hope that someday she would consider you, no matter how much she might ignore or loathe you or sugar-coat her words for you No matter how far she might go, you still hope she would someday fall for you. And that one day, my friend will it ever come? You still wonder. So many people have mocked you for this but still you HOPE.
HOPE, my dear, is a very interesting and an intoxicating fact of life. People who lose their prized possessions or their important aspects of life try to cling to this four-lettered atrocity, which may, mark my words, just may do wonders and give them what they wish for. I say HOPE is intoxicating because even if the situation is getting from bad to worse, people can get out of this enchanted emotion. But its not so bad either, is it? After all, we say, HOPE is the very thing which is driving this world.
Another such interesting fact is LUCK. You see, LUCK, or as some people coin it as DESTINY, does play a major role in each of our life. Everyone wants to make it a part of his/her life. They go by the idiom, "The more, the merrier". I accept that without doing anything, you cannot expect your LUCK to change your fortunes. But isn't it obvious, that you need to be at the right place at the right time to get your work done and this, being at the right place at right time is nothing but LUCK. You may be doing your duty to be at right place but being there at right time is LUCK.
Yeah, I know it has happened to you too and whatever we discussed relates to this LADY LUCK. But do you know a secret? What do you think makes these emotions flow or work? Is it the Heart? The Brain? Huh? Actually both. Its like an Automatic Switch. Both work in-sync with each other. The human body is a wonderful thing. Though the heart and the brain are driving your life forward, something else drives these two. Its the soul. It may not be that prevalent but you can experience or in other words, have this gut-feeling. A human soul is very malleable. It can adopt itself so well an yet sometimes, be as rigid as a rock. Actually, I may need to correct my self. The brain, the heart and the soul exist with a mutual understanding. They are the three legs of a tripod-chair called LIFE. YOU cut one of them and the whole thing topples over. YOU need to take care that you don't get into such situations which would result into disaster. YOU need to nurture all three of them, care good care of the three. So it all depends on YOU; what do you want to feel sense or analyse is entirely your decision. And how does your LIFE go about depends on these decisions you take, however small they may be.
Remember the first time you were happy? It was when you got your first prized possession. You never felt this way before. The whole world was such a nice place to live in. But then suddenly you were brought down to earth when you saw something better in some else's hands. In an instant, you felt one of the most powerful feelings existing on Earth-JEALOUSY which was backed by another biggie-RAGE. You wanted to do everything in your might to take away that "better" something from its owner. And then you were in control of those angelic traits of PEACE and SOBRIETY and you tried to calm down. You tried to put in your argument to be but in vain. But again, you had to give into those devilish feelings and thought "If I cannot have something like that, no one shall". You even tried to do that but were forced to withdraw thanks to the good that resides within each one of us.
You see, its not just those tender ages when you have those whims and fancies of doing things that are not exactly appropriate to that situation. You may also notice its not only the happy feelings which start this whole process of emotional flood. It even happens the other way round. There are times when some feelings of RAGE or JEALOUSY or GLOOM may start such a kind of interesting cocktail of emotions. And its not your fault or an anomaly in your body. Its human tendency. Everyone experiences these emotions. You are not unique in this manner. If you are wondering how can RAGE or JEALOUSY trigger such emotions, remember those times when you were facing stiff competition in almost every field? When you thought there is no one better than you and suddenly so many people emerged out of nowhere who eventually became a threat to your very existence. Yes the reason why you live:FAME and PRIDE. Those feelings of RAGE and JEALOUSY gave space to another set of feelings-IGNORANCE, COMPROMISE and DIFFIDENCE. You actually started to adopt a routine where you became a more happy-go-lucky person, much different than the strict person you were. You allowed others to take over, to take advantage of you and you compromised with every little detail in life. This made you a far more shy, unconfident and coward person than you actually were. You realised your mistake. You tried to correct your position. You tried to take help from others. They even helped you but to an extent. They imposed certain conditions, which you actually wanted to follow or agree with, but because of certain restrictions, were not able to. So your self-development plans came to a temporary halt. But by then you observed something very different. You saw that even after so much happened, this whole mess of yours called "LIFE" taught you a lot of things; it gave you so many opportunities that you got to make acquaintances with uncharted territories.
So with this hope that your "LIFE" will teach you something new on each step you take, you tread into into deeper waters, mostly to test your mettle and sometimes because you don't have clear ideas in your mind. Yes. You have this problem of making bad itineraries for every situation. Also when you don't find any competition you start to feel as Mr. Know-It-All. But when you snap back to reality and face serious competition you get nervous and start to falter at every step. You don't play your cards right. You know what?! To keep you in your senses, you should be restricted in some ways so that you don't hurt yourself. Also you need to be mentored. Why, are you forgetting those times, when you were caught unawares by a feeling termed by the people to be the most powerful of all-LOVE. You were bitten by this bug again and again. Each time you thought you loved a female, it was just an infatuation. There were times I remember, when this feeling got so intense that you acted like those crazy smitten actors of Bollywood. You attempted to do everything which would make your one-sided love into a reciprocating affair. But every time you lost the fight to the other "better" person in that female's life. And how can we forget that one time, when this same feeling of LOVE reached its extreme when you finally confessed your love love to that lovely lady, though indirectly, only to be turned down. Oh! You were in such a pathetic condition. What do they say? Ah! Heart-broken. You even considered cutting yourself with blade as an option, thinking why does it always happen to you. Obviously, I agree. It was a difficult time. You were suffering from every point, be it your love-life or professional or anything. I must say, you have a unique quality of not showing your problems on your face. Nice!. But again another feeling took over. This time it was COMPASSION. Not that compassion which emerges from sympathy. It was from the empathy towards yourself and your so-called LOVE. You did not want both of you to suffer. So you kept that thing at bay. But not for long. You still have feelings for her, a ray of hope that someday she would consider you, no matter how much she might ignore or loathe you or sugar-coat her words for you No matter how far she might go, you still hope she would someday fall for you. And that one day, my friend will it ever come? You still wonder. So many people have mocked you for this but still you HOPE.
HOPE, my dear, is a very interesting and an intoxicating fact of life. People who lose their prized possessions or their important aspects of life try to cling to this four-lettered atrocity, which may, mark my words, just may do wonders and give them what they wish for. I say HOPE is intoxicating because even if the situation is getting from bad to worse, people can get out of this enchanted emotion. But its not so bad either, is it? After all, we say, HOPE is the very thing which is driving this world.
Another such interesting fact is LUCK. You see, LUCK, or as some people coin it as DESTINY, does play a major role in each of our life. Everyone wants to make it a part of his/her life. They go by the idiom, "The more, the merrier". I accept that without doing anything, you cannot expect your LUCK to change your fortunes. But isn't it obvious, that you need to be at the right place at the right time to get your work done and this, being at the right place at right time is nothing but LUCK. You may be doing your duty to be at right place but being there at right time is LUCK.
Yeah, I know it has happened to you too and whatever we discussed relates to this LADY LUCK. But do you know a secret? What do you think makes these emotions flow or work? Is it the Heart? The Brain? Huh? Actually both. Its like an Automatic Switch. Both work in-sync with each other. The human body is a wonderful thing. Though the heart and the brain are driving your life forward, something else drives these two. Its the soul. It may not be that prevalent but you can experience or in other words, have this gut-feeling. A human soul is very malleable. It can adopt itself so well an yet sometimes, be as rigid as a rock. Actually, I may need to correct my self. The brain, the heart and the soul exist with a mutual understanding. They are the three legs of a tripod-chair called LIFE. YOU cut one of them and the whole thing topples over. YOU need to take care that you don't get into such situations which would result into disaster. YOU need to nurture all three of them, care good care of the three. So it all depends on YOU; what do you want to feel sense or analyse is entirely your decision. And how does your LIFE go about depends on these decisions you take, however small they may be.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Men of Steel - a stealing fact....
..its already Feb....flavour of the month is LOVE....act of the month is Stealing Hearts.....
..........BUT...........
what we r seeing/hearing/experiencing r different acts altogether.....
...to clarify....would start with a recent tragedy...happened to friends in B'lore....
....their precious thing---LAPTOPS---got stolen from their apartment & icing on the cake for the thief(or may be more) was there were not only one but THREE!!!.....can you believe it....and one of the stolen ones was one guy's office Laptop...
no seriously....it hurts inside....even if you put on a brave face...and accept the harsh reality that you cant do anything about it any more....all those FIRs and other options don't exactly yield anything....
actually if u see the person to blame is the same whose thing was stolen....should have been more careful....I know its sounds like granny's advice but its the harsh fact....wen u hv something on which u have invested around 40K...it becomes a hell of a responsibility.....
anyway.....u cant change the past....I am really very sorry about my friends' loss....
on a lighter side......its very comforting to see that the thief didn't steal Suppie or take obscene photographs of his.....otherwise it would have been a much bigger loss....also kidnapping Pathak too would have been a gr8 loss for NITians....morally and emotionally...morally on the basis that they didn't want other humans to suffer what they have suffered in Pathak's company...and 'coz of this moral issue they would suffer emotional loss.....
...apart from this mishappening...(no, I am not referring to the thief not taking Suppie or Pathak along with him)....other "steal" stories that is lingering in every body's mind is the Satyam Scam.....
I cant even imagine buying 1000 pairs of suits and 340+ pairs of shoes...my mom wont allow to keep them.....but seriously, this Raju guy(whatever his name may be)...should be hanged....and if someone wants to do something constructive out of him for the country....ask him to give lectures on how to make money for India and not for oneself.....(now this is going far into something else...)...
...getting back....other stealing story of the moment is naturally on the month of Feb...where as we say in Hindi..."हाय, उसने मेरा दिल चुरा लिया (he/she stole my heart)"......a month which everyone expects to bring them some windfall in terms of relationships(including me.....yes I also belong to the breed of Homo Sapiens)...
..in this month esp. during the time of 13-17th, we can see young people with alert eyes, searching for suitable people from the opposite sex for a relationship....this kind of activity cud be seen anywhere from a shopping mall to a college to a party or any social gathering...
...anyways....enough of stealing stuffs......lets get back to reality.......which is....
you really need to see the movie DEV.D 'coz I have heard its really a very good movie..(I haven't see it yet...would go on some weekend).....and also it seems to be a good one after watching Anurag Kashyap's interview on TV (if anyone doesn't know who the hell is Anurag Kashyap...he/she should go and see the movie Life...in a Metro.....he is the writer-director behind both movies) .....
hey did I tell you that Sandy stole a glance of Prasoon Joshi(...and some nice chics)...at Saket Citywalk.....a mall in Delhi....(now don't ask me who is Prasoon Joshi...find out yourself....)
-----ciao------
..........BUT...........
what we r seeing/hearing/experiencing r different acts altogether.....
...to clarify....would start with a recent tragedy...happened to friends in B'lore....
....their precious thing---LAPTOPS---got stolen from their apartment & icing on the cake for the thief(or may be more) was there were not only one but THREE!!!.....can you believe it....and one of the stolen ones was one guy's office Laptop...
no seriously....it hurts inside....even if you put on a brave face...and accept the harsh reality that you cant do anything about it any more....all those FIRs and other options don't exactly yield anything....
actually if u see the person to blame is the same whose thing was stolen....should have been more careful....I know its sounds like granny's advice but its the harsh fact....wen u hv something on which u have invested around 40K...it becomes a hell of a responsibility.....
anyway.....u cant change the past....I am really very sorry about my friends' loss....
on a lighter side......its very comforting to see that the thief didn't steal Suppie or take obscene photographs of his.....otherwise it would have been a much bigger loss....also kidnapping Pathak too would have been a gr8 loss for NITians....morally and emotionally...morally on the basis that they didn't want other humans to suffer what they have suffered in Pathak's company...and 'coz of this moral issue they would suffer emotional loss.....
...apart from this mishappening...(no, I am not referring to the thief not taking Suppie or Pathak along with him)....other "steal" stories that is lingering in every body's mind is the Satyam Scam.....
I cant even imagine buying 1000 pairs of suits and 340+ pairs of shoes...my mom wont allow to keep them.....but seriously, this Raju guy(whatever his name may be)...should be hanged....and if someone wants to do something constructive out of him for the country....ask him to give lectures on how to make money for India and not for oneself.....(now this is going far into something else...)...
...getting back....other stealing story of the moment is naturally on the month of Feb...where as we say in Hindi..."हाय, उसने मेरा दिल चुरा लिया (he/she stole my heart)"......a month which everyone expects to bring them some windfall in terms of relationships(including me.....yes I also belong to the breed of Homo Sapiens)...
..in this month esp. during the time of 13-17th, we can see young people with alert eyes, searching for suitable people from the opposite sex for a relationship....this kind of activity cud be seen anywhere from a shopping mall to a college to a party or any social gathering...
...anyways....enough of stealing stuffs......lets get back to reality.......which is....
you really need to see the movie DEV.D 'coz I have heard its really a very good movie..(I haven't see it yet...would go on some weekend).....and also it seems to be a good one after watching Anurag Kashyap's interview on TV (if anyone doesn't know who the hell is Anurag Kashyap...he/she should go and see the movie Life...in a Metro.....he is the writer-director behind both movies) .....
hey did I tell you that Sandy stole a glance of Prasoon Joshi(...and some nice chics)...at Saket Citywalk.....a mall in Delhi....(now don't ask me who is Prasoon Joshi...find out yourself....)
-----ciao------
Monday, February 9, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Pt 1
Okay………..it has been quite sometime……that I have picked up a pen and paper to write, keyboard in this case (……my bad humour days…neways..)….but I would say its very important that you write after a long time ….’coz that helps you to find some material to write….and if you still hv’nt gathered any…like me….then atleast you should have some wisecracks in your inventory….
Being in such a nosy office….where everyone is peeking into oder’s system as to wat is one doing…..it does take a lot of time to write some thing good….or even write….. nevertheless I am here…sitting at my terminal, sipping coffee and writing whatever that comes to my mind….
One thing that I have observed in these 8 stupid months…that your office can be an interesting place…..you can carry out various kinds of activities….provided you don’t draw any attention towards urself…some people, though, don’t think so…that your days in your office can be interesting…but u cant blame them…it’s the suffering that speaks out on their behalf…..
Neways enough of this emotional and philosophical crap…..I do want to share a lot of things-stories, plots for books, incidents, ideas, theories- but don’t actually find the time to do it……I am actually waiting for my laptop (actually I am still in a state of confusion when to buy one and which one)…..so that I can write regularly….lets c
For the moment, have a lot of ideas or things in mind….would love to join some activity…since I still hvnt managed to go on Delhi sight-seeing…..life after office suck big time…
About sufferings I wud say I suffered a lot this week bcoz of 16 hrs of straight work into the night… (though we had food from outside)…..which resulted into a neck sprain of 4 days….actually u have to do it ‘coz you don’t have any oder choice esp. in this tym of recession……I hope Obama keeps his promise to bring up US’s economy so dat ppl can be free from this fear suffering from recession…..
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