Random

changing values!!

2008-06-20T05:38:00.000-07:00

I wanted a SIM. Got it for 99. Which is 100-1.
I got this 1 year validity thing. Got it for 95. 100-5.
I paid this guy 200 bucks.
Here i was Trying to continiously remind myself to get the change back as he verified my particulars. But as expected i forgot.
I had walked 10 min away when it struck me like lightening.
Now the dilemma.
Was the walk worth the 5 bucks. (considering that pple completely ignore a Re.)
2 steps forward n then 2 steps back. I decide. 'This is Hard Earned' money.
I reach the place and in an embarassing tone ask him for the 5 bucks.
I think i heard somebody giggle. But i kept steady.
"Do you have Rs. 5 change? " he asked, "I have 10 bucks"
I checked and finding none i refused.
Then there was a market wide search for a 5 rs. coin. Again finding none he came back and handed me the 10 rs. note. You keep it.
If only a bottle of an 'invisible' potion cost 10.

Elephants can remember!!

2008-04-07T12:21:00.000-07:00

This comes after a series of incomplete posts. They were all concrete ideas and expressions but needed a slight brushing up before they could pass as proper blog posts. I shall copy paste them at the end of this one just to remind myself of what was flowing through the busy (read confused) mind of me.

Hey...i feel awkward when i talk abt all this stuff ...but talking abt things like the blood donation camp, my fms lab test nd project meeting with prof (AND yes the weather outside!!!) are all in my comfort zone.
one of my text msges today.

Lets take each part of this meassage separately.
The 'stuff' refers to something that i still feel weird talking abt, so shall leave it at that.
The blood donation gave me the satisfaction that comes with helping someone in need. I know it sounds cliched. But it is true. And then the fact that most of the blood that i was going to doante would be recovered within the next 24-36 hours felt really comforting. The process/act was glorified with people asking me whether i was ready to give 4-5ml of my precious 350ml for genome studies. It was a question, they thought, i wouldnt be capable enough to answer after my blood donation exercise. I signed at a few other places and proudly said i was O+ve without hepatitis, AIDS, Typhoid, Rabies and 100 million other things. And yes i was not underweight like everybody else on this planet. The syringe and the cloth wrapped around my arm slowly started sucking the blood out of my system. I felt it quite prominently, probably coz my fist was clenched too tightly. Or because the Tamilian donating blood right next to me was chanting hyms and last minute prayers with his eyes tightly closed. But as i relaxed and dreamt abt the stars on the ceiling the pressure eased up a little. And things settled down.
The illusion was disrupted when the guy next to me suddenly started shaking and sweating. And i thought to myself 'we are surely in for something exciting'. The guy was given immediate attention which included putting his legs on a chair while he was lying down so as to direct the blood supply to his head. The source was found to be completely psychological. Its all in the head. And there we were finally with 350 ml or close to 0.5 kgs of my maroon blood. And a frooti, a few biscuits and me insisting on taking a look at my own blood and figuring out how dirty it was. Anyways, convinced with the importance of blood donation, i tried influencing my friends and some of the answers that i got were
"What if the syringe doesn't come out?" which means i am a selfish little *******.
"I dont have sufficient blood in me. What will i donate?"which means i made a D in biology.
"I dont feel like. No specific reasons. I just dont want to." which can be easily interpreted as i shall piss in my pants if i go there.
"My blood is too dirty." Come on even monkeys can come up with better excuses.
But i can proudly say that i managed to convince one of them. His blood donation is a completely different story altogether. And i shall save it for another time.
Next part of the message talks abt the fms lab test. It got postponed to 21st or 23rd. And yes "I m enjoying the course Flexible Manufacturing Systems. But please dont draw conclusions. I dont know whether i want go in for an MBA or an MS. Its too early da. Its better to take your time rather than ending up at the wrong place."
Then we went to meet the prof who wasn't there in his chamber so we just slipped in a note for him. And the weather in pilani is pretty decent. Unexpected though.
Signing off. I want to end it with "Elepahants can remeber".

2008-04-06T00:52:00.000-07:00

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not whither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

Gandalf

reflect

2008-04-03T23:44:00.000-07:00

OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR!!

sAvE tREEs, save THE EARTH!!

Cleaner

2008-03-30T10:27:00.000-07:00

Sunday. So i decided to clean my life today. It started of with a refreshing yet physically taxing game of tennis. I learnt to serve the ROger Federer way ( so i like to believe! ). Hit a few extravagant shots patented by Nadal and in the end returned to my room quite satisfied with my progress. I, then, had breakfast (yes that included hot 'milk') after ages. It was about this time that i decided to put my room (read my life) in order.
I got a broom. Got hold of a dirty cloth. And a bucket full of water. First i used the jhadoo to get the non-microscopic stuff out of my room. That included the banana peels and all other fruit wrappers, random pieces of paper, uniform mixture of my 'precious' and 'endangered' (no prizes for guessing why) hair and ignored dirt. It seemed easy in the beginning but the task turned out to be quite tough. The particles kept coming back to the room plus they were settling on me and my bed. So i made a strategy. I held the broom as far as i could from my body and collected the dust in one corner of the room. I then drove it out, from there, togethor. That way more dirt went out of the room. Yippee!! I have the Roadies Passion and Spirit in life to make the simplest things in life complicated. I can now go international. (thats the Roadies effect.)
Once done, i picked up the cloth and used it to mop the floor. Spiders, mosquitos, tiddas, and various other silver and black species living in different corners of the floor cried foul as i invaded their private space. They were probably trying to remind me of Darwin's theory of co-existence as i crushed them violently. In fact, they had been watching things that weren't meant for them. So they had to pay.
Anyways, i then shifted my focus to my wardrobe which was in a complete mess. As i packed my winter wear a strange creature fell on my hand. It was silver. It was slimy. Like a fish but only tinier and with feet. I looked up trying to locate the source but that only reminded me of that village where it rained fish one day!! No mercy was shown on the sole creature so that next time, the others think about the consequences before they fall on me from the top.
Yes, staying with clothes. I was scheduled to do laundry today. There was extensive washing of undergarments to be done today to suffice the rest of the week. I washed close to 20 items by transferring them from one bucket of soapy water to another bucket of relatively soap-less water. I jumped onto the clothes in the bucket and then tried to reproduce the reciprocatory motion of a washing machine (suggested by Pant). I am not sure about the clothes but my feet sure seemed clean at the end of the exercise.
Now with the surroundings clean (read my room) and the stage set (read clothes washed) it was the turn to clean my body. I shaved, tried a style which looked quite funny and eventually stuck to the more conventional clean shave. Took a bath with loads of water and made serious plans for the coming few days.
And now, here i am, after having a dinner so 'sweet' that i refuse to abuse it. There was Jaggery stuck to rice with some strong cohesive and then there was brown black colored jaggery juice and payasam/kheer soaked in sugar. Plus there was rice with rasam, rice with sambhar, rice with dal, rice with curd and rice with some other random sabzis. Anyways i enjoyed the experience.
And i dont know why but i want to end this post with something so random that i refuse to even try explaining.
The ball is in no one's court. Or is it?
It cant get more random than this.

Butter fudge vs Chocolate chip

2008-03-04T08:19:00.000-08:00

IYAD-WYAD-YAG-WYAG
If You Always Do-What You've Always Done-You'll Always Get-What You've Always Got.
So if your life is ever going to improve, you'll have to take chances.
-Anonymous

vs.

IYAD-WYAD-YAG-WYAG
If You Always Drive-the Way You've Always Driven-You'll Always Get-Where You've Always wanted to Go.
-Anonymous

'One' name but two completely different decision making strategies. The second one's actually been invented by me. It made sense, so i decided to retain it. Anyways next time i want to chose between the conventional butter-fudge(bf) or the new chocolate chip(cc), i'll remember to interpret this crap as i want to. Or i could do a SWOT analysis, which is the strength, weakness, opportunity & threat analysis of the product.
What if real life, day to day decisions were to be made on the basis of fundas mentioned in 'Management' Eighth Edition? Life would have been so simple, we could have simply lived out our entire lifetimes on paper. Or on the contrary, life would be heavily difficult dealing with the repercussions of decisions that look perfect on paper but turn out to be wrong practically. Thats why POM is just a course that needs to be forgotten after 2nd year 2nd sem.
Either way decisions are neither right 'white' nor are they wrong 'black'.
P.S. As you would have already guessed, I had my Principles Of Management(POM) Test today.
P.S. I would choose Butter fudge. The second IYAD-WYAD-YAG-WYAG works for me !!(Atleast for now)
P.S. This post is dedicated to Swati who is always had the knack to make great decisions.

Delhi

2008-02-26T21:54:00.000-08:00

As i read through Rachit's 'picturesque' memories of Arunachal Pradesh, my own childhood memories in dirty delhi slowly started 'polluting' my head. I have lived in delhi since i was born. Family 'recreational' trips to other places were rare and limited to hill stations. They were more of an 'escape', 'air breather', 'relief' etc for me than the 'recreation'. I remember staying awake the entire nght, in anticipation of the journey. And then cursing myself for thoroughly enjoying the part where we wave goodbye to our house. Such was my desire to leave delhi. There are times when i really wish that dad hadn't left the army and i had been born n brought up in some place as open and beautiful as AP. My memories of the long distant childhood are sparse and foggy. The pollution levels have finally clogged my brain.

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As i walk down, sorry drive down through the various traffic sgnals and traffic jams in my head, to an age when i was 4, i recall a roadside chai walla on the other side of my nursery school wall. The aroma of fresh chai mingling with the characteristic smell of kerosene from the choolah, togethor blending with the smell of a wet wall, gave me a sense of excitement and adventure, a strange connection to nature. I stood there wondering what lies far far beyond the wall. And since then the wall, the chai & the choolah stand for an emotion in my life. Thats what i like to call 'standardisation'.

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My school, the (in)famous dps rkp, was around 2 hrs from my place. I recall the everyday 4 hr journey, for a period of 13years, to and from the school. I remember the school parking lot congested with buses on the banks of a dirty naala. The exhaust of the buses combined with the irritating chit-chatter of the school crowd and the added taste of a mother dairy ice lolly gave me a characterstic splitting head-ache. This happened regularly, and hence i made myself believe that i have migraine. We consulted a neurologist and everything was fine.

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I am 'supposed' to like delhi because i have my home there. Because it has a metro and a Lamborgini Gallardo on display. I am supposed to like Delhi because i have been born and brought up there. Because there is a Dominoes, Pizza hut, Barrista and a hundred other joints like that.
But trust me, i hate crowds. And i still dream of an isolated n open place like pilani.
Am i living my dream right now?

The 'eyes' have t

2008-02-23T00:18:00.000-08:00

The 'i' on my keyboard has buckled under the 'too' much stress that t was subjected to. As a result of this it has stopped responding to the light tap of my finger. There can be two very simple logical deductions that can be made from the above given fact. The first being that, 'i' have used the letter 'i' most number of times which further doesn't imply anything. And second, u shall fnd a lot of words with their i's missing. Every time u find a word with a correct 'i', just think about the author who has taken the pain to carefully type it there for you. I now take the liberty to say that 'the i's have it'.

This reminds me of a brilliant Ruskin Bond story named 'The eyes have it'. For all those who haven't read it, its a good read. Go grab it. Its a cute story about two visually impaired people, a male and a female, who meet on a train. They try to carry out an interesting conversation about the weather outsde and the appealing greens without revealing their handicaps. They draw on their experiences descrbing the beauty involved in the world. This is a serious comment on 'seeing', by the author, for those who have a good eyesight either don't have the time or the interest to 'see' the things around them. Eventually its a fellow passenger who breaks the news to the man when the young lady gets down on the station, "She had very beautiful eyes, its a pity she couldn't see."

I don't know about seeing. But i sure can hear a lot of stuff. For one, there s a constant and distant sound that reaches my ears when i'm peacefully sitting in my room. Its a like a tolling bell. A gong being hit at constant intervals. No one else can hear it. It seems that my ears have been equipped with something that lets me hear sounds that are outside the audible frequency range. Lucky me!!
Then there is music that simply puts me in a peaceful trance. When i say music, i mean a partcular selectve song. I close my eyes, raise my hands and hum along. Rgamalika 's Sangamam had a smlar effect on me. The sound of the violin, yesterday penetrated to my interiors and started a virus scan. It was brilliant.

To end the post, here's what i said during my Measurement Techniques viva, "Viscosity is the property of a liquid whch is inherent to that liquid" And i got some marks.

P.S. This post is dedicated to my grand-mom and my casio teacher who tried their level best to put some sense of music into my head for 5 years. But my far from melodious voice was never tailormade for musc. And i ended up leaving it.

Lonely day

2008-02-22T11:50:00.000-08:00

Such a lonely day
And it's mine
The most loneliest day of my life

Such a lonely day
Should be banned
It's a day that I can't stand

The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life

Such a lonely day
Shouldn't exist
It's a day that I'll never miss
Such a lonely day
And it's mine
The most loneliest day of my life

And if you go, I wanna go with you
And if you die, I wanna die with you

Take your hand and walk away

The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
Life

Such a lonely day
And it's mine
It's a day that I'm glad I survived

It's a day that I'm glad I survived

'Dumb'ies 13.0

2008-02-18T11:50:00.000-08:00

Recently, there was a nation-wide hunt for a bunch of smart youngsters. Hero Honda MTV Roadies was back with its new installment Roadies 5.0. It was looking for new bikers. And since it was going international this time, the selection procedure was expected to be tougher and more grilling. Adventurous, intelligent, interesting, confident, talented & physically fit were some of the keywords during the various iterations. After insulting, abusing and using various other demotivating tactics, the executive producer, a guy named Raghu, finally narrowed it down to 13 proud Roadies.
They were all smart chaps. Why wouldn't they be? They all talked about promiscuous and raw sex, Guitars and Booze, Angelina jolie and Leopards, hairstyles and pubs, and various other worldly things in one breath of fluent english. As a matter of fact the show was going international for the first time and each of them had a reputation to live upto. All of them believed in broadening their horizons and looking at things from a global perspective. And thus its quite justified that the following 'insignificant' question received the below mentioned answers

Questions: "Who is the president of India?"
Answers
Smart girl1:APJ
Smart girl2:APJ Kalam
Smart girl3:Sushma
Smart girl4:Manmohan

Why would you like to answer that silly question when you can give a lap dance, indulge in a catfight and/or differentiate between raw and casual sex? Why care. These are times when the f word is a 'satisfactory' answer to almost all questions and a simple finger says more than what is required. Hair-styles, makeups, designer apparel are absolutely necessary ingredients to serve an indian 'dish' to an international audience. And not to forget the icing with the artificial accent. India shining. The world will surely notice.

The Cynical Contrarian

2008-02-14T01:00:00.000-08:00

I supported Djokovic when he played Federer. Never wanted Schumacher to win any race. Heikennen, Alonso, Barrichello were always my pick. For me, Tendulkar never plays well under crunch situations. Ambani was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. And then the guys with extra high cgpa's should take a break and let the fives get a chance.
Everybody identifies with the underdog as it is the projection of their own struggle. But once that underdog succeeds and makes winning a habit then the masses negate him because they are unable to come to terms of their own limitatons.It just illustrates that excellence is an individuals quest whereas mediocrity is a collective refuge- Harsha Nagaraju ( MY TIMES, MY VOICE )
It surely makes sense and answers a lot of questions. One of them being, 'Why we hate winners so much'.
With the premature demise of Benazir Bhutto, another question, fogs the atmosphere, 'Why do we love the dead so much'.
The woman in question here, was no doubt a great person, but wasn't she the one who was charged of corruption twice during her tenure? She was also one of the greatest supporters of cross border terrorism, which has resulted in so much chaos in the valley. (This claim is a shot in the dark, but i think it'll hit the target) Then there was JFK who was believed to be behind the death of Marilyn Monroe and princess Diana with her infamous affairs. Both were immediately made 'gods' after their deaths. Their sins were shadowed and a pure white image emerged. My only question here is why idolize 'humans'. Lets just cry a little, remember them with their sins and move on. Are we so scared of their ghosts? Or is there a slight hope in us which believes that if not in life we would (like them) probably be celebrated in our death. In fact, we do the tears & flowers on funerals so that others reciprocate the gesture at our end. We want others to forget our sins and say ' He was a good man'. Thus every tear that we cry for a Benazir Bhutto has a malicious intention behind it. We surely are a 'selfish' lot.

2008-02-09T08:35:00.000-08:00

I am back home.
Need i say more...

Panic Times

2008-02-06T12:02:00.000-08:00

I got 'psyched'. Then I got more 'psyched' and finally i got so 'psyched' that I had to come up with some explanation or the other. Lame might be the first word that comes to your mind after you read it. But then its the best. Herez why i went 'highly' crazy 'THAT' morning.

Well, for starters i found a place higher than the Mt. Abu that Mr. Sriram V and Ms. Shravya Reddy had told me about.
Then i was in one of those situations, where u lose complete control of everything thats happening around you. (Normally i have a hand in everything thats going around in my external 'environment' or so i believe. All ups & downs are satisfactorily answered by a single statement which says "Because I wanted it to happen (full stop)")
Thus the very characteristic (i.e. the ability to stay in control of a situation or simply acting to be in control of one) that form the foundation of 'Me' was shaken and hence i panicked.

Next came the control measures:

A refreshing bath which predominantly meant pouring ice 'cold' water on my head. It helped with the blood flow.
A series of resolutions that had the following set of words POM, ApT, TP, Sponz, Early Sleep, NFS, Milk, LOTR, Constructive work etc etc.
A thoughtful walk towards the institute atleast an hour before the targetted class. It was an achievement, that walk.
An attempt to sit in the library so as to calmly implement the 'DO NOT PANIC' advised by the senses.

And finally it took a good night's sleep to forget everything that happened on Tuesday. With it disapeared the resolutions and the panic. There were only two words that stuck on, and they said 'NEVER AGAIN'.

'Adventure goes awry'

2008-02-04T11:45:00.002-08:00

We were three of us. We had planned an 'unplanned' journey, like the ones you see in movies. A simple bag, a wrist watch, a camera for the unexpected moments, some cash and an adventurous soul. A road trip. I dont remember too many details as it seems like ages ago. But i remember the number of 'that' last bus, 3975. It stopped at one of the villages. And all of a sudden we decided to get down. Like all decisions on this journey, this was as impulsive.
I close my eyes in an attempt to push back the brain barriers but i just remember the helplessness. The memory is still quite foggy.
I got down from the bus expecting a new adventure and i heard sounds of bullets from a machine gun. Not bad for a village adventure i thought. I dont remember the source. Nor do i remember what happened to the other two with me. I ran. But the pellets caught up and slowly started piercing my back. One by one they entered my body as i fell flat on myface. I felt helpless. I dont remember the pain but the " I dont want to die right now" attached to it comes back quite distinctly to my mind.
I wasn't even out of my dream when 'Adventure goes awry' struck like lightening. I shouted 'Eureka' as it was the perfect Title for my next post. Whats with the craze of blogging, i ask myself. I go through each day searching for something substantial to write about but the helplessness comes back to me. "I don't want to die right now i still have loads to write about".

Semantic Gap

2008-01-28T09:16:00.000-08:00

I woke up in a land where i couldnt understand the language of the people shouting around me. I woke up because of that or probably because the clock was shouting 12. I made the effort to investigate and thus found the culprit in the common room. I think it was SUN TV. On enquiring (in a language easily understood by both sides) i found that a major event had occured in A.P (the reply was in skewed english). I eagerly listened, as i saw 'BREAKING NEWS' splashed all over the screen. Fans of Telugu superstar Chiranjeevi had allegedly attacked actor Rajasekhar and his family members to protest against some remarks by the latter.
According to the people sitting, Rajashekhar had stated on Sunday that Chiranjeevi had no experience in throwing parties (as he was doing it for the first time). And thus expressed his reluctance to be a part of it. So the fans of Chiranjeevi got angry, very angry.
First i couldn't believe it. Why would somebody comment on something as small as a page three 'party'? And then even if he did, why the unnecessary violence?
'INEXPERIENCE TO THROW PARTIES'
:-)
It took an entire day and a lot of convincing by a lot of people for this episode to sink in. When i finally resigned to its reality and googled 'Chiranjeevi' for the final confirmation. This is what i found:
Rajasekhar had stated on Sunday that he would not join the political party proposed to be floated by Chiranjeevi, as the latter had no party experience.
The reality had changed but it was equally funny. It had infact reached the common room in the form of a communication gap. But I still laughed.

Victory!!

2008-01-27T05:32:00.000-08:00

Dreams. Dream yourself as the best. God. Invincible at the age of 20. Imagine yourself as winner. Winner of Australian Open 2008. Imagine yourself achieving a dream. Imagine yourself as Nole. Novak Djokovic. The only serbian to have won a grand slam.

So much for hygiene

2008-01-26T01:03:00.000-08:00

Reasons why i brushed my teeth twice today in the morning

Suddenly there is a very noticeable hole in one of my teeth. A cavity. I guess thats what its called. Its black and ugly so right now am all scared. How would i look witth that one particular tooth missing.
I have reason to believe that one can brush away one's sin. And i have been proven correct this time. For more information refer to point 6.
The cold water in your mouth is like ice. So in a sense it was penance for my sins.
It was probably to cover up for yesterday morning, when i had to rush for a class and hurried through one of the most important aspects of hygiene.
To avoid the trouble of brushing today in the night.
To prevent 'extra' bad breath. (Following that logic my room also needs a good brush).
It was a simple gesture which said "I think i still care" !!
Close-up tastes nice and i was hungry.
Finally and most importantly, No one was watching.

FORCED YAWNS

2008-01-24T11:37:00.000-08:00

We decided to go for a nice stroll in the cold weather. Sushant chickened out. "Ob da". There was the prospect of hot paneer paranthas in sac waiting on the other side of the ordeal. Ahh it was certainly worth all the trouble. The food was brilliant. That kind of gives away the quality of food provided in the mess. Anyways from now on all treats and other dinner outings shall be shifted to sac. There is only one drawback, you dont get to laze around "conversation seems futile", focus being on the food that seems to be coming any moment now.
Then there was this meeting with the PMRU. First day. Everybody seemed all serious about this stuff. Directly out of the textbook named "Conventional". 'B' 'I' 'T' 'S' Pilani needs more publicity. We need to build media relations with the english dailies rather than the low profile rajasthan 'patrikas' circulated mainly in a radius of 250 kms of Jaipur. And then Deora made me realise how important the 'Bong Connection' really is. And bloody he used the entire stretch from fd1 to vyas to emphasise this point. Finally lesson learnt. Did someone mention reporting events and sensationalising insignificant events?
Wing was the hub of a lot of activity courtesy our very own 'bong connection'. We were made spectators to something that had us in splits for almost an hour. Hostel. Lesson learnt: Close all gaps and never waste electricity( turn off lights). And a word of caution against spies like Shekhar and Appa who have a very strong sixth sense.
:-)
Then there was 'sponz' calling and a conscious effort to get an artificial 'southie' accent. It was Mr. Balasubramanyam on the other end so i was confident that the transformation would help. Try putting an elongated 'aa' after every sentence and you are almost there. For the more interested ones use 'macha' , 'da' and 'sexy ra' as often as you can afford and you could pass as a 'gult'. And yeah most importantly modify your bathing cycle.
Long weekend coming ahead. Udaipur. Bikaner. Jaipur. Delhi. Roadtrip. Delhi. Pilani. "If only we could get a few bikes", remarked Ada casually. So what if its only some 3 degrees below freezing point. Why not, we are dudes in the making right.
There is most probably SPM test tomorrow and its second hour. Shit. BCC. FCC. Simple cubic. Forced YAWN. And its 2. Forced YAWN. Its late. YAWN. Time to sleep.
YAWN. Good night.

I did a good deed today!

2008-01-22T03:11:00.000-08:00

I feel happy. I did a good deed today.
I was very close to my bhawan. 5 minutes by foot. But I stood there, infront of VFAST, going over every tiny detail of my minute long meeting with ebibo. It was probably a 5-6 second phase( hindrance in motion) and immediately a rikshaw appeared infront of me. I instinctively refused telling him that i preferred walking. But within the next 30 seconds, as to what took over me, i have absolutely no clue. I got on the rickshaw and told the guy to lead me to vyas. First even he didn't believe his luck and wondered whether i said FD3 or C'not. But after i confirmed, he thought to himself 'Youth of today are surely a weak lot'. I did a good deed today and i am happy.
This guy was old and haggard. He seemed to have lost his eyesight in one eye. A thick shawl was wrapped around him. After all in a place with temperatures reaching -0.8 degree celsius even breezy afternoons could turn dangerous. He cycled as hard as his exhausted muscles would allow and then got down in the middle to push the rickshaw. Now he said something, more to himself than to me. But it was audible. "I have worked here for 40 years. Now i am getting tired." He mumbled something else but i wasn't able to figure out what that was. The rickshaw stopped. Vyas was here. As i got down somebody remarked "Whats up with you, when did you start using rickshaws." "Is VFAST that far? You never used a rickshaw before." I feel tired today, i lied.
I quickly opened my wallet and paid him 10 bucks. He probably knew. But as i hurried into the hostel there was a smile on my face and i felt happy. I did a good deed today.

The 'It'

2008-01-18T09:55:00.000-08:00

dooba dooba rehta hoon main aankhon main teri...
deewana ban gaya hoon chahat main teri....

There are days, when you simply cant stop thinking about a particular thing or person( from now on referred to as 'It'). It continously revolves in your head and makes you go crazy. The only way out of this madness is:
To listen to it and hum along, if 'it' is a song
To indulge in it, if 'it' is an activity, or
To meet 'it' and spend time, if 'it' is a person
It comes and blows away like the wind and lasts probably for a few hours. Max a day, but hardly longer. You know you'll probably end up laughing at it, in hindsight. Some like to simply call it 'an' infatuation and others a 'phase'. But i personally like to tag it to something more heavenly yet concrete.

Ab din guzarte nahin Ratein kat-ti nahin
Teri tasvir se baat ban-ti nahin... Aa-ja

'It' is representative of your mood or your general state of happiness.Or in more scientific terms, a mere illustration of resonance (or maybe constructive interference).

Koi jaane na, Pehchaane na
Yeh hua kaise
Tum aagaye khwabon mein aise

I just cant stop singing this song. Its been going in my head for a very long time now. I am left to wonder what 'it' is ?
Is it the song or the mood?

The Trip

2008-01-17T11:15:00.000-08:00

So i decided to make it a little out of the ordinary...or probably just write it that way.yes some might want to believe that it was a preconceived idea for the trip. And then there will be some who would point out the similarities with the Dune adventures but then desert setting couldn't be helped. So here is how it goes....
It was a land ruled by An elusive white mouse who gave audience only to the destined.His servant mice were called the kaba.They togethor with the help of creepy beetles carried out orders of The One. A land where sand waves look like a brown snapshot of the never-ending ocean. But a land where water was scarce and food all salty. Shrubs and undergrowthes( with thorns) were common yet isolated, possibly inhabited by snakes. We were here in the sacred land for an 'oasis' trip. Some of us, to thank the events that had recently come to pass and some to hopefully change the course of future. But the primary motive was to indulge in an experience that we wouldn't forget in a lifetime. Whether we were able to fulfill it, is another question altogethor.
Some of the best pics...

a perfect sunset @ Jaiselmair

Waking up with the sun on the dunes of Jaiselmair

Of past and present

2008-01-15T11:16:00.000-08:00

The past was about silent dinners. About the fear of losing close ones. Of clogged emotions. And of love. It was sometimes about losing hope and sometimes about soaring spirits. Depression and closed rooms. It was about being conventional.
The present is about maggie parties and horror movies that make no sense whatsoever. It is sometimes about dreams of patriotism and sometimes about Geneva. Of overwhelming emotions. About coffees & friends. The cold air outside. The highs. The infatuations bordering on love. Of Lord of the rings. Of french beards and of change. It is all about being different.
Sometimes about fear of losing close ones. Sometimes of closed rooms.
Its about living the past all over again.

They deserve to die

2008-01-11T06:20:00.000-08:00

It is probably one of the most 'boring' things created by nature. It stands there on the way, punished, with its hand like branches, up in the air. Punished for what, one wonders? Its like every other tree trying to achieve a bigger part of the sky, but then thats again so unexciting. So colorless and dull.
Its roots that dig deep, have little to boast about, they cripple the tree and make it stationary. Moreover they keep the tree alive for ages. Alive for what, one wonders? Certainly not for the birds or the animals that urinate on it. And surely not for the children who tie it with strings so as to create new rides.
The shoot and fruit just wait for their fate, resigning themselves to the wind and the animals. Spiritless and uninterested.
Its difficult to believe that red ants can experiment their habitats but trees can't. The only aspirations that a tree nurses is that of adapting to his surroundings. And when he achieves it, he fades into oblivion. Finally.
I cut these uninspired creatures to incite them and add life in them. I shout "Get up and fend for yourselves." But they certainly are a wearisome lot. They just stare at me. So I dig deeper with my axe and cry louder "Fight back you asses." But these dumb creatures don't care.
So they deserve to die.

The ride

2008-01-10T02:16:00.000-08:00

Unlike the crazy cow that was making for interesting viewing outside the bus, there was something 'desperate' that was happening right inside me.
It started of with a simple action( or inaction!!) that i indulged in at home. That coupled with the climate and the crowd inside the bus led to 'intense' circumstances later.
The adrenaline rush( with some other forces) started within 30mins of leaving the source city. It was like a needle slowly pricking and urging the desire. I daringly used Music as an antidote, oblivious to its effects on the human physiology. But Mr. Rehman's song motivated me to 'hold on'. The next hour or so was relatively easier to pass. I was convinced that i could wait till the destination. But thats when everything started changing. Plans went astray.
There came the stretch of road which was as bumpy as any ride that one would find in an amusement park. To top it all my music player was out of battery and i couldn't help but think about class 6 biology. Water now started boiling. It was slowly yet surely reaching the critical limit. Something had to be done. And so I decided to wait on and have faith.
Ironically now i had faith in the government bus service. I was almost sure that the driver would stop at one of the many bus-stations that come on the way. But today of all days he seemed to be in a hurry as the bus sped across one bus-stop after another or so it seemed. I looked around thinking of stuff that would have normally kept me busy for hours in normal circumstances but was of no help today. Finally i got up and started navigating my way towards the driver, with every intention of telling him to stop. I had conceded defeat.
I felt like Nadal in the wimbledon final who lost to federer after battling for close to 4 hours. Or was it Roddick. No Roddick lost early and went to see Sharapova's matches from the stands. She played well but lost to Williams. Venus went on to win as she had it easy against the big Bartoli. Bartoli seeded 18 defeated the formidable henin and put a break..... on the bus....
At last it had stopped. I hurried to the door as i could no longer wait. It was as one would say an urgent matter. And it had all started with a simple glass of water.

The run

2008-01-09T07:15:00.000-08:00

I ran. I ran as fast as I could. The best part was that I didn’t look back. I ran from my home. I ran from what one would call as one's own. People who saw me said I was going to get lost. But for once in my life I wanted to get lost. I wanted to disappear.
One day you would too.
I ran. I ran as if no one was watching. I didn’t have to worry whether my feet were twisted or if my small toe was too big. I was running on a road called freedom.
Where it led, I hardly cared.
Would u?
I ran. I ran with frenzied madness. People said I was searching for something. I smiled and said I was. But the best part was that I wasn't and I had just found it. So I ran.
I ran. I ran as if I didn’t have anybody to beat. But a slight turn of my head destroyed my illusion of an ideal run. My opponents had changed. They seemed much faster but they made a lot of noise. The run was probably taking its toll on them. I smiled as I was not tired. They were not like me but they were still running. Running, for what, I wondered?
I think they were foolish as I heard one of them look at me and shout "Careful!! It’s a crazy cow. It might come under your car."
And I laughed.
Wouldn't u?

Inspired by the crazy cow competing with the bus.

My challenge

2007-09-14T05:18:00.001-07:00

My thought process is a little strange. Apart from being somewhat slower than the others it moves in the following order.STATEMENT.QUESTION.CHALLENGE.A simple Statement turns into A pertinent yet complex Question which poses itself as A Challenge at a later instant of time.Now before i move on let me tell you that this post originated through a similar chain of thoughts on a bus journey to Delhi.

Bus journeys are boring and mundane, specially when you travel alone, someone breezily commented. The above statement invoked a reasonable question in my head:But doesn't a journey solely depend on YOU to enjoy or to not enjoy?Or in simple words.Can't a simple thing like a bus journey be equally engaging & intriguing if you want it to be? So after the statement & question there was this challenge i set myself. I decided to be on the look out for all things interesting outside (and inside) the bus. And here i spell out one by one (in the next few posts) my observations or if you may like to call it the obiter dicta.

The Inevitable

2007-09-05T21:15:00.000-07:00

The signs were always there. And the end was inevitable. This post is about a stone. A determined stone. Not a big rock. It was, as some would call it,the Obstacle. But it had a life.

It started its journey as a pebble,a minute yet sturdy aggregation of sand. Every tiny grain of silica was an inseparable part of this being. Yet some of this silica was shed when the tiny pebble moved ahead in its adventure. A unique way to leave its mark wherever it went. Little Homo sapiens always picked it up. They could see. The ones with long hair found him amusing and beautiful. They put him in their pockets. So he became happy. The ones with short hair threw him along his journey. He became worried. But that was his only means of transportation. Bigger Homo sapiens were indifferent to his presence. They walked over him. So he didnt like them. How could they not see him? They were blind.

So he decided to grow big. And thus he became greedy about 'his' silica. He never wasted it unless it was completely necessary to mark his journey and leave his presence. Gradually he became bigger and stronger. So he told his neighbour one day,"Now the bigger Homo sapiens must see me or i'll hurt them." I am The Obstacle.

Now he lay proud and confident on the seashore. No one could walk over him easily. The big homo sapiens almost always got hurt if they ignored him. It was his revenge. No species with small hair could pick him and throw him anymore. It was his life. He was determined to stay where he desired to. No species with long hair admired him anymore. But he was too grown up for that. Wasn't he?

Once he overheard a man point out to his wife,"Look at that arrogant stone which blocks our path while we work so hard to find our way." So the stone shouted, but only into oblivion "What about those countless days when i have been thrown around and walked over by creatures like you?" He stood helpless yet again as the beings simply walked over him. And then one day it all came to an end with a big homo sapien throwing him into the sea. The signs were always there and the end inevitable. The stone struggled under the pressure. But he finally gave up as the silica grains dissolved into the water one by one. He just had one wish to ask from god "Don't let me be reborn as a stone." But then thats inevitable isn't it.

Writing Day

2007-08-31T22:01:00.000-07:00

Blame it on 'Squid guard' or the extra sensitive college authorities but i go scot free.Finally the hollow or the hay brains that were creating havoc have been rendered holy with Intelligence . In celebration of this event in history i declare today,Saturday the 1st of september as the 'Righting' Day.If u still havent got it then try searching for Saturday+longtime+writing+lotsofstuff...maybe & only maybe u'll get what i am trying to say.
One of the most irritating questions ,but an easy one to answer at this point of time, is 'Whats up'(for the simpleton) or 'Watsup'(for the wannabe) or 'wazzup'(for the loser) or 'sup'(for the lazy bugger).There is badminton at 6 in the morning and then ES mechsol OT to top it up(remember the I in BITS stands for Institute).If u still manage to survive then try bady again at 5.30 in the evening.And then how abt Kapitol leading u to ur sleepy haven...But who z complaining?M not, atleast for the moment.This is probably the best time to do what you enjoy the most.A cliche to end this conventional post.

What shit

2007-07-10T23:06:00.000-07:00

It was probably one of the very few times that i did manage to get up early.Very early.That coupled with the fact that there was no squash yesterday(the sports complex remains closed on Mondays) and hence limited liquid intake negatively influenced my bowel movement.They say that everything in the universe follows a routine which is difficult to break or maintain.Sir Isaac Newton complicated matters by stating the same thing in the 1st law of motion."Every body in the universe resists any change in its state of rest.......until unless an external force is applied(dont even talk about it)They call it Inertia which is directly proportional to the mass.And mass it was,big M.
I tried everything from water to breakfast to this unnecessary drivel.I had to take it out somehow....And here i am, doing the needful.

Wonder(less) Wonder!!!

2007-07-10T21:02:00.000-07:00

The media frenzy surrounding the Taj & its position in the new world has finally secured the so-called Monument of Love a place in the New7wonders of this century.The air smells too much of Patriotism and prolific pride.No one's complaining.Thats my whole point....

The Taj Mahal was built by Shah Jahan in 1653 AD as a symbol of his love n dedication to his wife Mumtaz Mahal who died at a premature age of 36 during childbirth.It would only be fitting to salute the lady who bore the emperor 14 children in her short lifetime.Methinks that Shah Jahan,foresighted that he was, realised that he would need such a large army to vote for Taj.

Somebody at the New7wonders ceremony in Lisbon on 7/7/7,saw the fateful envelope in her hand and screamed,"Oh my god!!!It is the Taj Mahell(rhymes with hell fell)".And i, sitting in front of my idiot box shouted,"OMG is it patriotism or is it Hillary Swank".Sadly its neither.But a damsel in distress Bipasha Basu.

New7wonders,an organisation created by a Swiss entrepreneur stinks of a profit motive and some of us were living under an illusion that there's something called Global Responsibility.It did a commendable job of giving The Pyramids an honorary status of a wonder(apparently it is the only surviving wonder of the list made in 200B.C) and ironically Egyptians were the only ones who dared to question the organisation's authority and credibility.A smart move to clean the air. A question bubbles in my mind "Are they historians who studied the uniqueness and heritage associated with the 21monuments at close quarters" or "Are they scientists trying to unravel the mysteries of stone n stellar".Infact they are hardcore businessmen who did their job to the hilt.Invited international celebrities ,associated themselves with UNESCO,chose the perfect day n made themselves mighty millionaires.

Amidst all this celebration,a question lingers "Is it this simple to fool an Indian?".The media played its part nd i am not saying i dint vote.Follow the herd they say.But how about using your brains for a change.An Indian will vote for the Indian in the list n the chinese would do the same for the chinese wonder.That is no rocket science.And m sure it doesn't come as a shock that both Great Wall of China & The Taj Mahal are on the list.I would even go on to say that this poll was an effective way to drain the wealth from the Indias n the Chinas of the world....

Some believe India has arrived on the world stage but i would say READ CAREFULLY probably ANOTHER 50,000 babies have just arrived.We would probably need them to vote Himalayas into the new7natural wonders of the Earth.The message rings loud....YOU JUST CAN'T COUNT US (OUT)....WE ARE TOO MANY!!!!

School days rock

2007-07-05T23:49:00.000-07:00

Thats a shocking picture of history!!!All of us in class 5....
Take your guess,for things hav changed and so have I!!!
Who would believe that i was heavily over-weight...and was as round as u can see.

Whatta time-pass!!!!

2007-06-22T23:11:00.000-07:00

Its been 1 month 10 days and about some 15minutes at home.But such accuracy gives an extremely disoriented picture of these vacations.I have no intention painting a picture where i've made every minute count.Its already Saturday & i though it was only Wednesday, is a much better way of summarising these XL holidays.But then who z complaining????Anyways not right now...

This summer-break(could easily serves 4)till now has been one of cheap thrills...Probably in the absence of anything better to do. From watching movies like 'Good Boy Bad Boy' to enjoying 'Jhoom Barabar Jhoom'...n then getting all nervous for my result.My college letter said "C.G card withheld" & it made me sit down and think...Did i really flunk this sem??
M still waiting for an answer....Till then will go and catch up with an old friend at c.p!!!

The car that almost refuses to move

2007-06-15T22:12:00.000-07:00

Thats my car....An old Maruti 800 that has withered many a storm.In fact its withstood so many learners that it can now be called an Experienced Learner Vehicle(ELV).First it was my bro then for some time my mom n now me...but it refuses to give up.One might say its got accustomed to the panicky turns,the frequent stops and the angry drivers around it.But it still drives on.

It was only yesterday that i had driven my mom to the market(thats my present role..for enquiries n driver opportunities u can contact me....) ,and then when it was time to return,I took the emperors throne and started my old horse.With everything in place I tried to put the car in the first gear(the cars gearbox is sort of rusty so it requires some extra effort),but then the gear refused to budge.I tried a second time with all my might but without success.I was concerned.Was it the beginning of the end...I freaked out n saw my mom looking at me fighting with the gears.And then it came.....
She casually remarked,"How about pressing the clutch for starters?".That m sure seals the story for you.

Its now an old white Dabba,but wears its name with pride. You try going above 60kmph and it shows its rage in this age.Its wheels start rattling n joints start threatening.N you reluctantly settle for a slow 50.It stands right below a tree in front of my house which showers it with flowers throughout the season.
Symbolic.Extremely symbolic I would say.Perhaps praising its victories or probably glorifying the end.

Is it getting too hot???But wat abt the AC's...

2007-06-11T07:35:00.001-07:00

The newspapers are flooded,the environmentalists are sweating it out,the developed nations(some say) are too chilled & i was till now at a draught of words...
this is the kind of effect Climate Change is having on the world.
With all kinds of facts & facets laid down,I decided to think it over in the old English style...the 5W style....

WHAT is the prob:CLIMATE CHANGE(the dude in America continues to sleep over it)!
But WHY panic:If Greenhouse gas emissions aren't reduced by 2015.Glaciers will be seen only on stamps & postcards.
WHERE do i come into the picture:The floods are likely to affect only coastal low lying areas so m sitting in Delhi after 2015.But then i can't say anything abt the draughts n the famines.So people stop using Conventional resources.
WHO is hiding behind the Bush:Coincidentally Mr. Bush.He refuses to sign the Kyoto Protocol & reduce emission levels.
HOW:Mr. Bush pumps money for improving Tobacco,condoms n thousands of other things but NOT for Earth(which he almost claims he owns).

Let there be light...to talk???

2007-06-09T00:15:00.000-07:00

A Chinese company,Hi-Tech Wealth has claimed to have developed the world's first solar-powered mobile phone that uses sun's energy to recharge itself.In an age where Global warming is the buzz word.This just seems to be too hot(literally!!)to resist. According to sources,the phone can provide 40 minutes of talk-time after sitting in the Sun for an hour.Eventhough its unconventional to go unconventional,me thinks my Nokia will do for the moment...Its burning outside!!!

Forest after Fire

2007-06-07T04:17:00.000-07:00

What comes to your mind when you see this?
Certainly not.....
Charred trunks of spruce trees.This is a result of a recent forest fire caused by lightning during prolonged drought.
The trees have nearly been reduced to ash,but this picture on Corbis gives a totally different way of looking at it.Stunning,was my reaction to it.

Go Pandavas go!!!

2007-06-06T23:39:00.000-07:00

It took loads of courage to pick up something like 'Mahabharata' and actually read it!!The book by C.Rajagopalachari ,cuts out the crap and comes to the real intriguing anecdotes,never leaving me sleepy. The names and their origin sometimes become far too many...& very difficult to co-relate.But then they come as a package with great style of writing and a fascinating story-line.The messages to the society come fast & clear but its absolutely your wish to dodge them or to absorb them.Well the analogy of Rakshasas to the present day politicians(or the then colonial rule) is quite glaring....and i quite respect it.

I have this ridiculously old edition (printed in 1977),in tatters,but then it adds to the whole thing of reading an epic.

There are miracles and then there are curses to counter those miracles.So it doesn't really come as a surprise when you read that a woman(Gandhari) bore 101 children...and that to,to a blind man.And then the Gods turn mortal in case of Bhishma and Vidur(Lord Dharma) & sometimes even given birth to children.The Pandavas were born to Gods without causing any trouble or delay to Kunti & Madri.Perfect sons.Its probably the supernatural occurance thats keeping me hooked to this old book, in an age of non-believers.

And then there is always Wikipedia to clear my basic concepts....

Pirates is on its way...

2007-06-06T00:16:00.000-07:00

I watched 'Pirates of the Caribbean-At world's end' with a lots of people.Considering that these guys were from IIT-D, I had a great time.
Kudos to Swati,Pranav,Sid,Pragun(who slept off),Ekta,Aditya,....
Now let me come to the movie.If u wanna watch it, be sure to watch it on the big screen(stop PIRACY).U dont want to miss the beat of Jone's heart match ur own subtle thump or as a matter of fact the whirlpool.
a)i thoroughly enjoyed the story(criticized by many).it was racy & entwined with loads of funny moments.A case in point would be Elizabeth Swann's marriage to Will Turner during a fight sequence.It was ridiculously humorous.
b)i confess i couldn't get some of the funds and dialogues but then calypso's lines were delivered in a horrendous accent which i refuse to understand.
c)And then how dare they show the captain of the indian pirates with a lame timid voice(what else comes to ur mind when u see a fat man with a whitish beard a sword and a turban!)I even contemplated calling up Big-Brother,i mean big-sis Shilpa Shetty for such racist implications but then decided against it.
Now the highs of the movie
i.The affects were mind-boggling.at a time i thought i was asea with the pirates.
ii.Elizabeth Swann(Madamoiselle Knightley)turns captain as i inturn
become her fan.She dominates n is authoritative.
I've always had a thing for commandeering women.
iii.The 2 Jacks are simply god-level.
Sparrow(Johny Depp) n the Monkey.Watch out for them.
iv.Its a 3 hr movie(sufficient time to catch a snap if u cant make head
or tail of the movie).

Cheers to Jack Sparrow.

Wishful thinking???

2007-06-04T01:00:00.000-07:00

That was Miss Universe in Mexico.
Let ur creativity naked(no pun intended)...
Can u navigate those curves that block the mind?

Music to your ears...

2007-06-04T00:41:00.000-07:00

This 'soulful' instrumental surely brings you at peace with ur inner self...
If that sounds absurd n has ur head spinning.
Then go ahead and switch on those speakers or put on ur headphones...

Peacemaker Colt

2007-06-03T23:32:00.000-07:00

The 'Peacemaker' Colt(check out the name carefully)is ironically one of the finest n oldest 'GUNS' of all times(source:When Eight Bells Toll by Alistair Maclean)
A shot from it sends you to unconsciousness(or death) almost instantaneously, not like other weapons where a shot sometimes even enables one to revive n regather one's focus n then shoot the enemy in the head.It ensues Peace and thus its name.
Requires a steady hand of metal n loads of practice.
For other facts n instruction manual of this 'old is gold' gun
check out
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colt_Single_Action_Army_handgun
(if u cant click on it...
copy and paste on the address bar of explorer)!

The French Open goes on...

2007-06-01T00:23:00.000-07:00

With our favorite (read Indian) out of the open..i feel some semblance of normalcy returning to the Open...we guyz are used to 'no indians' in tennis.
I am practicing hard...maybe things can change in another few years.
Anyways the battle for the Cup(can u call it the chalice, i wonder) is anything but open...
with Nadal and Federer as clear contenders...
Just for the record i want an underdog to win.
Maybe a Hewitt(but that dude shouts too much in contrast to Federers relaxed n confidence demeanor)....
Safin is out but i would hav put him on top of my list.He has a great game..but not such a great temper...
Roddick.Too bad he z on his way...too cheer Sharapova in the stands.
Finally i think its time for young Djokovic to take center stage...
Then come the clay court specialists....but can they beat the relentless Nadal?
Thats a question no one seems to answer...
But we guyz will have to wait for another week or so to get our answers.
Till then this discussion is far from over.

Roland Garros Diary

2007-05-30T04:53:00.000-07:00

Game set match
And......She has won it......
Eventhough it might be only a set for now(a comprehensive 6-1)...lets continue our prayers working so that she can run arnd for another set or so.Being a skeptic that i am...Am not sure she will.Prove me wrong Sania...
We guys must take heart in whatever little comes our way via Sania Mirza.Our sole match-winner at the international arena..that girl actually manages to keep up with those non-males in her sport..The force with which they hit that poor tennis ball.
An ardent tennis fan deprived of tennis due to that bugger of a cabblewallah,m following the slow progress on something called rolandgarros.com and its 4-1 to Sania.
oh oh 0-15...is she abt to lose it from here...
0-30...that Brianti from Italy is finding some sort of form it seems...
40-30...thats better...n has me all relaxed.
I never doubted Sania.
We lead 5-1.
N i leave it upto her to finish it of from here....
After all that hard work i put in, even i need a break...

These Doctors need 'Proctors'

2007-05-30T00:22:00.000-07:00

First n foremost Doctors by Eric Segal more than fulfills your unaccomplished desires to be a doctor...for different reasons altogether...
Engrossing that the book is...
There are times when u almost cry out....
Save those wannabe doctors(and indirectly the patients from them)
Harvard Medical School teaches Barney Livingston,Laura Castellano n their friends to eliminate atleast 8 to 10 pooches on their way to becoming respectable doctors.
And 'how' killing 3to5 patients on an average makes an intern 'qualified' to become a doctor...
Overall the book conveys the plight of doctors who themselves suffer from nosophobia...a conditon where the person is so obsessed by the disease(by reading abt it, in this case) that he starts finding the symptoms in himself.
But i confess,the book did have its toll on me...
Even i took control n got my body checked for some of those symptoms..still awaiting results for some of them:-)
All said n done..A great book to salute the pple called Doctors.I thoroughly enjoyed it.
P.S. My family is full of docs...dad,nana,mama n now one of my cousins...

Literally technical

2007-05-27T23:57:00.000-07:00

It was high time, i thought, to research & pen down everything i cd, abt one of the most popular pass-times of engineering students these days.
SLEEP.
Sleep is derived from the latin word 'slypos' (pronounced as 'sl-IGH-pHoos'),meaning the 'state of minimum potential energy'.
(M sure all the young budding scientists would acknowledge that fact)Infact around 100B.C the word 'sleep' entered everyday English vocabulary through sentences like....

Marie, you can play along the beach only when the sea is sleeping.

Go back John.You are still sleeping,gather your energy and then come back to fight.

Practical significance of sleep emanated as a result of the 'Awakening' or the 'Enlightening' of the human mind.Sleep relaxes the tired mind (Probably another reason why i am always ready to sleep)It is believed that the origin of sleep goes back to the beginning of the world when Adam sinned.Infact it was in a state partial unconsciousness ,now called sleep,that Adam n Eve started the world.Ironically it is due to sleep that the world is awake n walking.
I,therefore,sleep in respect of it.
All you people out there SLEEP to store your potential for D-day in ur life when u can come out n fight with a big-bang.(Yah that reminds me that the big bang also owes it to sleep...but that, i shall save for a later instant)
N for all those who could make sense out of this...
U GUYS REALLY NEED SLEEP.

Silly Salina

2007-05-27T23:16:00.000-07:00

This was during the 'pen down' in class 12.
The real aim of education is to stimulate the mind to think.

Strike one.
Strike two....and it was all over.
If only there had been another opportunity, I would have stopped her.

Luckily there wasn't.

It was a lonely day at the Sarovar Station.The sun was abt to set and so was 'my' Salina.
She was all alone, which was not unexpected.
Her voluptuous figure could easily be seen from a distance, as her sari clung close to her body. Her fragrance touched every corner of my body as i moved slowly to give her 'sufficient' time in her endeavours.

I shouted, "Salina" to warn her more than to stop her.She took a step forward as tears rolled down her face."Salina stop!!", I cried but in vain.She never let me do things, i reminisced as she fearlessly stepped closer to the track. One more step and it would be all over for me.
The most beautiful woman....
"Salina sorry" I pleaded and then slowly smiled anticipating her next step.
The train to Calcutta accelerated and she jumped....and went flat in front of the engine.Surely to heaven.
Silly Salina, I laughed as I hid my revolver.
She never let me do things......

Juggling

2007-05-26T23:41:00.000-07:00

This is 'Poi'.
For those who haven't got it........
Its a form of juggling 'Impartial Art' with balls on ropes, held in the hands and swung in various circular patterns.I liked the picture.....n trust me it was simply a coincidence that it turned out to be Poi..

Is it me?

2007-05-24T23:52:00.000-07:00

The irritation,the frustration & the head-banging music
the head spins
it swells
or is it all a mistake,an error,a disease
a crime....

The knowledge & the words
the fact that 'I am useless'
Possibly a question in the answer
hopefully....
it is the determination
a resolution
& not the Ignorance...

I move, slowly at first
but doubts follow
I run
but doubts follow
I finally plunge
but doubts swallow

The job,the journey & the means
Is it the ship,the car,the bus or the plane?
sometimes they stop
is it the stop?
probably not
I re-focus and i target
i surge
but doubts follow

Its the end
And i am the winner
or is there a question in the answer?
then the doubts leave
its the confidence and the belief that follows
I walk
but no doubts to swallow
Now I am just 'Me'
or is it just a fantasy?
So the doubts still follow