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.
Panic Times
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'
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".
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
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.
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!!
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
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
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.
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!
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.
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'
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?
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?
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