To all those who made me.

When all that matters is that smile of your friend and you look at him and tell, "Light bey! Enduku kathal padi tension teeskuntunav. Mem unnam gaa." . I grin my ass off, from my heart. In the past 4 years, we actually would have spent more time with friends than we had with people back at home.At 20-21 years of age, we believe we are on top of the world and we are ready to take on the world, come what may. And this feeling in us is actually a result of the provocation of the people around you. Dosth Logaa !. And I believe these guys are brothers, linked by hearts and not blood.

Today, I feel like typing my heart out, and in this process, my gray cells seem to be overworking themselves.I guess there is a database retrieval system called Nostalgia, which connects your senses with your memories, and all these connections seem to be distinctively connected. I don't know how, but must be a wonder of the guy sitting above us and laughing his heart out whenever we cry. Your first puff, your first love,first bike ride, first hangover, first heartful tear, first mobile.All these have a common element in them, called friends.Priceless they are.Sometimes, I'd say always, its those little moments in life which matter the most. Which give you the most happiness. On the contrary, sad thing always come in terms of kilos, and they are heavy. Heavy things like Breakups, Failures, Embarrassments are always about feelings than incidents.I owe a lot to all my friends for I'm not the person when I was born.Now,that sounds idiotic, and would want to say about four to 5 years ago. The kind of things I've learnt from them have left such an impact on me that I'm sure I'm a better person than I was. I am. And I'm proud of it.

For ages, all our swamijis always said, perfection of the self is the way to heaven. And this perfection is probably a continuously changing process, caused by elements called friends. Though ultimately what matters is what you are, and what you will be, personally and professionally, the You is actually a result of all the contributions from all your friends. Without all these wonderful people, the You you actually wanted to become would never have been possible unless you are a stupid jerk with an ass of a stone and you've got a brain that can think of itself and cutoff all connections in the social world. The people you worship, be it Gates or Larry Page or our very own Vishal-Shekar, wouldn't have been the same if they had their heads isolated and their bums packed off in ice, without sensibilities about what's going on around them and what could possibly influence them.

If someone had told me that friends were an important part of life about 6 months ago, I'd have brushed it off, or let it out through my other ear. Now, I say its an understatement. Friends are what life is all about. They taught me a lot. That sometimes, rather, most of the time, its never about us. Its about those folks whose faces we see everyday, with whom we grumble over trivial issues, whose food we snatch and whose mistakes we are ready to take blame for.And all these, just for the thrill of it. We involuntarily surrender ourselves to all such things. With such people in our lives, it be making asses of ourselves if ever gave a rethinking to whatever bummy thing we do for and with your friends.

We might poise ourselves as the most self-dependent, independent person without letting any sort of influences take over us, but in the deepest veins of our hearts, we know this is really not possible and friends are all those who matter in this age. This isn't about me or about them. But all those moments that we spent together. Trying out shit together, getting our asses whacked in the process, laughing over crises, cracking really dumb jokes and weeping in each others' arms.The last one must have happened to every guy atleast once, atleast when you were high and you speak you heart out. When you folks told me what kind of an impact friends had over us, I never really believed it. But recently, I started learning something. That everything affects you. And friends the most.Its really simple. Just give yourself away to the people you trust. You trust them once, you trust them with your life. And trust me, true friends never let you down.

I do not intend to thank any ass in this blog of mine, no shit called thank you ever arises when true friends are around you.. But I thank all those good moments and memories I've had which I'll cherish when I'm 70.
 
And this raises a toast to all those cinema theatres, wet empty roads, irani cafes, late night discussions, last benches, chinese fastfood centres , paani puri bandis, 1/6 cigarettes, 1/4 beers,silly lies at homes, penniless pockets,late night xerox shops, one day batting for exams, hooting at hot girls, birthday bums, triple to quadruple bike rides, 5rs ka ticket movie shows and 'tears'. I thank all my friends.

"He." revisits SunBoY .

A splitsecond wink of an eye made a tear trickle down the cheek. A couple of seconds later, the dried up tear on the face made him think of nostalgic memories linked with his past, which he never wanted to face again.Memories, with which he would have to cuddle up for the rest of his life, with a dreadful feeling that those memories can never be recreated and brought back to reality. A whisking of the strand of hair on the summit of the head of the pretty lass in front of him made his nostalgia dig deeper into his past. The hearty laugh on his face shrunk into a tiny smile, and gradually made his lips shrivel up and turn him morose.The laughter in his past conjured before his eyes, visions of sorrow that were probably going to smoke up his future made his eyes hazy. Lifted his head up , the sun above him and he, locked eyes with each other and the rays between them brought him visions of his past, straining him to keep his eyes open. Unable to take it anymore, he shrunk his head into his palms, wiping the tears off his eyes and prayed in the deepest veins of his heart to wipe off the memories from his pensieve and fade away his visions into oblivion. The sun above him made a dark , long and black image of him on the grass next to him, looking at it he shrugged his shoulders,he walked back, looking forward to to brighter days he longed for. The shadows of his past never seemed to leave him.

To visit "HE.", follow: "http://sunboyspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/01/he.html"

Addicts

You know you are addicted to the internet and your computer when,

You are ready to sacrifice 3days of food for an hour of using the internet.

Your fingers involuntarily dial the number of your ISP, just a second after the rear computer in the network icon of your computer has stopped blinking.

You open the lid of your laptop instantaneously after opening your eyelids after a sleep.

You update your status on facebook even if your ass itches, as if facebook would send a guy home to scratch your ass.

You jump up and down, hands raised in air, cheering Go! Go!, just by refreshing the scores on cricinfo, as opposed to watching it on television.

You use smileys in real life, and write :) or a :P for a silly thing you have written, or dangle your tongue out and wriggle it after having said something stupid, and your tongue showing that you are silly :P

You refresh your mailbox a zillion times in 5minutes, hoping a new refresh would generate a mail to read and reply to.

You are extremely delighted when your mailbox shows Inbox(1), even if it is just a new advertising mail.

You have half an hour exam left for your exam and consider  tweeting it more important than preparing for the exam.

You frantically search for a long lost friend on orkut/facebook, find him, add him and later forget that he was even born , leave alone speaking to him.

You take photographs of yourself and your friends, with the sole motive of increasing the count of your online album, and waiting for people to comment on them after uploading.

Your fingers involuntarily creep to Ctrl-T and type google.com when you are asked a doubt by your friend.

You suddenly wakeup in the middle of the night and check if anyone's online, to chat.

You look at the bottom-right of your computer screen , when you want to know the time.

You feel internet is a resource that shouldn't be wasted and download anything under the sun.

You have stopped buying music cds and download torrents for your music.

Your download status has reached 98% and you keep staring at it, and cheer it from the heart to make it 100% soon.

You feel signing off from Gtalk or yahoo is a deadly, unforgivable sin and stay connected 24*7.

You tell the newspaper boy to no more deliver newspaper at your home, and you logon to e-papers to read news.

You have already read a thousand lists like these before this and  feel all these are not applicable to you and brush them aside.

What If?

What if it didn't rain when Benjamin Franklin was flying his kite? We would have been deprived of electricity today.

What if Graham Bell was too lazy to work on his invention? All the night talkers and phone addicts would have strained and written letters on paper long enough to wrap the entire earth, for their loved ones.

What if Ray Tomilnson hadn't created the email? India Post wouldn't have had to scare away flies in their haunted offices, deprived of letters to deliver.

What if Amazon wasn't ever created, or adobe didn't ever create the pdf? We would have been smelling and opening rotten pages that turned yellow with age , and your grandpa would be reading you out stories from his grandpa's books, and you yawning wide enough to let in a thousand flies flutter in.

What if the W'right' brothers were always wrong? We would have still been  using oars, and would have developed fully grown 12-inch biceps from propelling the oar  in ships all way from India to America.

What if the refrigerator wasn't ever created? All the bellies grown from guzzling down chilled beers by the liter would have been absent and we have been a thinner, leaner planet.

What if the early man who struck fire first wasn't smart enough to strike stones to light fire? We would have had lesser people suffering from lung cancers, sans the smoking. Smoke doesn't come without fire.

What if Bill Gates didn't drop out of college or Mr. Babbage's father  didn't spare him a room to develop his computer? We would have still been punching cards or we would been a less greener planet with all the trees feeding our paper.

What if Steve Jobs wasn't fired by his employer? We wouldn't have had the blissful wonder called the iPod and we would still have carried bulky tape-players on our shoulders whenever we went out, and cassette making companies would still be raking in millions.

What if  the 'Spectrum' guys didn't get the idea of making an 'All In One' for examinations, that make graduates when passed? We would have better products called engineers coming out from college and a minds bright enough to light a 100 worlds.

What if the 70mm movie projector wasn't invented? We would still be running behind a touring van that shows movies on a white piece of cloth,swaying to the winds and people gaping in wonder, at their heroes as the film moves.

What if Adam was dumb, and didn't know what to do when beautiful Eve was next to him? We wouldn't have ever been born !!!!!  ;)

And the list goes on. . .

Change!

I always wonder why we, the world around us keeps changing every now and then. Aren't people happy and satisfied with the things around them at any given point of time, that keeps them craving for more and paining themselves to get something that would apparently make their lives easier. Before the ipods came, weren't people happy with the music playing devices they had? Didn't they shake their heads in amusement listening to the songs on their cassette players then? Now that a thing called iPod has come, everyone craves to have one, and deems not possessing one to be a shame or as if a limb hasn't grown on them if they don't own one. Weren't people happy loving their opposite sexes and straight orientations that they even want to love their same sexes now?!.Gay and lesbian marriages, are they really needed to be in vogue and hyped about as if it were a birth right?This is a generic example of how we look for change in our daily lives.
Now, we have a typical flowchart in the life of people born in the late 80's to early 90's.

Playschool->Primary School->Secondary School, with "IIT" orientation, right from class 6 ->Plus Two with rigorous ass paining IIT coaching->Engineering from IIT or any other college->Another exam CAT takes over now->Successful ones make it to MBA->Not successful ones move to IT companies.

This has become a generic life cycle for three quarters of a people now.All the minds are seemingly tuned to a single frequency, or a signal more or less in the same range.And and...this signal cannot be relied for a longer time. A newer, better sounding stronger stronger will surely come some day, and the present signals are all wiped off, and the circle continues.One overly hyped thing seeps into the minds of all the people at the same time and this leaves them disturbed if that is not achieved.This leaves a vicious spiral behind, called a spiral rather than a circle as it is illusionary, without a definitive end as to where the path could lead to.

Memories

An ode to all the days that passed by, making way for newer, greener ones to come..but, the fun will always be missing.How much we wish these days never get over.!

Punch

And, this guy with his spontaneity, mocks at the canteen guy for delivering his frankie late and tries to land a punch(read,joke) on him.
Guy: Kya yaar aatta laane ahmedabad gaya kya??
Cntn:Nahi shaabji, abbhhi gehu laaya hain, pees raha hai.
And this returns, with all holes closed,punch
......
Guy: (mocking)Kya yaar, Nepal mein labour-vabour,naukri-kaam nei milta kya tum yahaan aa kar kaam kar rahen ho.
Cntn:(almost split-second instantaneous) Milta hai na shaabji , business management kiya tha, yahan canteen mein placement milgaya.
And the guy returns, with all holes closed again,punched again.

Moral: Before you try to land a mocking punch, think about how hard you might be hit back.

in-Floo-ence

It's so amazing to notice how we are shaped and inspired by things happening around us. A little kid on the street reminds you of what u were when u were in his shorts, a desolate old man would probably conjure up a picture in your mind of what you wouldn't want to be in later days of your life. A refreshing action movie's lifelike hero  would influence the next half an hour of your mind's thought process and the way you roll up your sleeves or accelerate your bike, trying to catch a few onlookers' glares.Hrithik would have made all the gyms in India wet with dreams of youth in 6 or 8 packs and uncles looking at their family packs in shame.How many gulli cricketers would have swayed the bat like Sachin and flaunting their MRF stickers,as if Sachin entered their little souls after evry 50 or 100 in his matches.Priyanka Chopra would passively make all the girls watching her on screen, concious of their looks and make them run to the washrooms or their mobile beauty parlours under their arms, for a touchup. Though all these inadvertently occur to everyone of us, we never take notice of them and conspicuosly reveal it to the world around us, we are too egoistic to accept the fact that we are driven by the things we see and the things we think of, and not all our life goes according to the way we want it to  and a larger part of it goes according to the way it has to , because it is destined to go that way and it will go that way, no matter what may come. And all of us are sub-consciously copycats, in our own ways.

g-warming

Yes, from the evidence it looks pretty likely to me that we're causing global warming on a horrifyingly horrific scale. But with scince, you don't need to argue. IT doesn't matter who wins the debate--its about reality. By just waiting a little longer, we'll get to see who was roght. It feels unethical, but i find myseld wanting to keep quiet about the science just to know for sure. As terrible as it sounds, the state of the worls isn't really my responsibility. I'm just thrilled to get to watch. If the scientists are right, and if we keep people from understanding a little longer, we'll enjoy quite a ride. And pragmatically, on the outside chance that they're all wrong, I get saved the embarassment of having spoken up.

A few days back, some learned geeky university people's facts and researches were put out, actually hacked out by some guy who presumably wanted to put the whole world in confusion as to  whether we should be scared of warming up our planet, or not.The mail he hacked out had revelations of a conspiracy by the communist leaders of europe, seemingly in a bid to put the entire globe in fear, and cash on that fear to bring the whole world under their control. That was told to the reason for the climate summit being held at copenhagen this time.Some people were actually heating up the ice caps by immersing gigantic heaters aroud them, and when they melted to increase the ocean levels, the poor sun was blamed.People were blamed for coughing out gases from their vehicles' asses and making holes on the ozone shield surrounding our huge round ball.Though it sounds really absurd, the source being a top reasearch university's emails forced me to get  into this belief and jump in glee that I am not in anyway responsible for polluting my planet and warming my planet,in whatever way as blamed, and I get saved the embarassment of having spoken up.  :P

wOh DiN. . . . . . . .

You Know You Grew Up in India in the 90s When...

1) You know the words to ‘In-pin-safety-pin’ and ‘akkad-bakkad’ by heart

2) Cricket is almost a religion for you, and you idolize at least one of Kapil Dev/Rahul Dravid/Sachin Tendulkar/Saurav Ganguly

3) You have read at least some Chacha Chaudhary or Tinkle comics

4) You’ve watched Shaktimaan on TV at least once in your life. And you can immediately recognize the character when you see him.

5) You have some ‘NRI’ relatives.

6) You couldn’t wait for it to be December so you could have the Toblerone chocolates your NRI relatives brought you

7) You watched Cartoon Network, and then the late night movies on TNT that came after Cartoon Network ended.

8) You watched corny dubbed versions of Small Wonder, Silver Spoon, and I Dream of Jeanie

9) You were THRILLED when McDonald’s opened in your neighborhood (or even eight kilometers away)

10) Your first Pizza's were at Pizza corner and Burger's at John's bakery (chermas)

11) A visit to Pizza Hut used to mean a special treat

12) You have seen Kuch Kuch Hota Hai and Hum Aapke Hain Kaun at least 5 times each

13) You still remember the theme song to Hum Paanch.

14) You have played hours upon hour of Pukdam-pakdai, oonch-neech, kho-kho, ‘Doctor, doctor, help us!’, ‘Lock and key’

15) You have played ‘Uma Joshi’ more times than you can remember.

16) Dog ‘in’ the bone was your favorite co-ed game.

17) Much of your free time in school was spent playing UNO.

18) You collected trump cards of wrestlers, cricketers, and airplanes, and did not quite understand why your younger siblings were obsessed with Pokemon and the other Japanese trends that followed.

19) Your summer vacations were often synonymous with visiting your grandparents

20) Your parents, at some point, told you ‘Dark Room’ was a bad game to play. But you still loved playing it.

21) Bole mere lips, I love uncle Chips!

22) You know the song ‘Made in India’ by Alisha Chinoi

23) You have seen many many many episodes of ‘Antakshri’ on Zee TV and know the only thing constant in the show is Anu Kapoor.

24) Many evenings have been spent watching little kids gyrate vulgarly on Boogie Woogie on Sony.

25) You were the coolest thing in class if you had a computer in your house while it was still the 90s.

26) You learnt LOGO in school!

27) You couldn’t wait to start 4th/6th standard so you could start writing with PENS instead of with pencils!

28) You often use terms and phrases like ‘kutti’, ‘abba’, ‘same to you, back to you, with no returns’, and ‘shame shame, puppy shame, all the donkeys know your name.’

29) You most probably saw Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge at the cinema at least once. You also fantasized about singing songs in mustard fields as in the movie.

30) You have seen David Dhawan and Govinda movies and laughed at them.

31) You have said ‘haw’ or ‘haw ji ki pwji’ when you saw people kissing in English movies

31) You have seen Titanic at least 12 times.

32) You thought seeing English movies and speaking English made you the coolest thing ever.

33) You remember the Orissa cyclone, even though you didn’t know what a cyclone was.

34) You remember the Gujarat earthquake very clearly and could possibly tell everyone EXACTLY what you were doing when the earthquake occurred (yes, this happened in 2001, January 26, 2001, to be exact -- but this group is about the things that Indian kids that GREW UP in the 90s remember and identify with).

35) Barbies for girls, and GI Joes for boys were the ultimate status symbols. You just wanted more more more and more. And how can I forget Hot Wheels, for both boys and girls? I personally have a collection of over 200 little Hot Wheels cars.

36) You have worn Osh-Kosh B’gosh and United Colours of Benetton clothes while growing up. And you thought ‘imported’ clothes were definitely way better than ‘made in India’ clothes (never mind that a lot of clothes brought from overseas by NRI relatives were actually made in India, before ‘Made in China’ started appearing on EVERY existing thing)

37) You know the words to ‘Posham Paa’, and like it better than ‘Oranges and Lemons’ even though you’d sing the latter to sound cool (see 32 above).

38) At some point or other, cool was your favourite, and therefore, most overused word.

39) Captain Planet was your first introduction to environmental consciousness.

40) You have tried to convince people around you to not burst crackers on Diwali, and then gone straight back home and burst them yourself.

41) You have had endless packets of Parle Gluco G biscuits, and of Brittania Little Hearts biscuits.

42) You loved licking off the cream from the centre of Bourbon biscuits.

43) There were no Nike, Reebok, Adidas, Puma- Bata and Liberty was the way to go for your sports shoes.

44) You have probably consumed more Frooti in your lifetime than there is oil in Iraq.

45) You watched Baywatch on Star World even though (or because) your parents said you shouldn’t watch it.

46) You bought packets of potato chips for the specific purpose of collecting Tazos. And you had Tazos depicting everyone from Confucius to Daffy Duck to Daffy Duck dressed as Confucius.

47) For the longest time, the Maruti 800, the Premier Padmini, THE Fiat, and THE Ambassador were the only cars you saw on the road, and the Contessa was cool because it was bigger.

48) You would literally jump up in excitement if you ever chanced upon an imported car (Oh my gosh, is that really a MERCEDES?)!

49) You spent a good part of 1998 drooling over the Hyundai Santro and the Daewoo Matiz , debating which one was better.

50) You chewed Big (big) Babool and/or Boom Boom Boomer chewing gum. They were bright pink and disgusting tasting, but you loved them for the temporary tattoos.

51) Talking of temporary tattoos, you sometimes had contests with your classmates about who had more tattoos on their arm, leg, knee, hand, forehead, wherever.

52) You thought Mario and Tetris were the coolest things ever invented, especially if you were a boy.

53) You knew that having the latest Hero or Atlas bicycle would make you the coolest kid on the block.

54) You can imitate Sushmita Sen’s winning gasp to perfection.

55) You have, at some point of time, worn GAP clothes (real or fake) like SRK in KKHH.

56) Seemingly senseless acronyms like SRK, DDLJ, KKHH actually make sense to you..

57) You have at some point debated who was more beautiful- Aishwarya or Sushmita.

58) If you lived inHyderabad, you went picnicing at Lumbini park, or Go-Karting at Runway 9 and couldn't think how you could get any cooler than that.

59) Baskin Robbins ice-cream was THE thing to have!

60) You know what Campa Cola is. And you also knew that Coca Cola was THE drink.

61) When you would watch WWF keenly every evening/afternoon and really think that Undertaker had 7 lives and he made an "actual" appearance in the Akshay Kumar- starrer Khiladiyon ka Khiladi.

62) When all backpacks (or 'schoolbags') and water bottles and tiffin boxes had strange cartoon characters that were hybrid versions of seven or eight different characters, and you still bought them, because a green man wih a water pistol, boots, a jet-pack, Johnny bravo hair, a rajasthani mustache, gloves, and underwear (long johns) over his pants, called 'Mr. X' was OBVIOUSLY a status symbol.

63) You remember the Nirma tikia jingle.

64) You remember the Nirma girl.

65) You remember the 'doodh doodh' ad and also the 'roz khao andey' ads.

66) You grew up reading, if you read at all, some or all of Nancy Drews, Enid Blyton books, Hardy Boys, Babysitters Club, Animorphs, Goosebumps, Sweet Valley series, Judy Blumes, and Tintin, or Archie comics. Because naturally, reading foreign authors made you much cooler than reading Tinkle.

67) Towards the late 90s (1998-99) at least some of us started our Harry Potter obsessions!

68) You absolutely HAD to go to Essel World if you went to Mumbai! "Essel World mein rahoonga main, ghar nahin nahin nahin jaaonga main!"

69) You watched the Bournvita Quiz contest on TV pretty religiously. The smarter ones amongst you actually took part in it and had your entire school and your entire extended families watch you on it!

70) "Jungle jungle baat chali hai, pata chala hai. Chaddi pehen ke phool khila hai, phool khila!"

71) Maggi 2 Minute Noodles = ultimate snack (and tiffin, lunch, dinner)!

72) If you grew up in the early 90s, you recall the nation's obsession with Mahabharata on TV

73) In the later 90s, you religiously followed Hip Hip Hooray on Zee. Maybe Just Mohabbat on Sony too.

74) You eagerly awaited Friendship Day, so you could give friendship bands to all your friends, and get bands from them in return. Then, of course, those with the most bands loved to show them off (and on Rakhi, boys with the most Rakhis loved showing those off too!)

75) This list made you smile. :)


P.S: Pretty good compilation, isn't it?? Thanks to the mind boggler lurking around somewhere now.

Valentine...............................................

Falling on knees, with eyes full of love, a man submits himself completely to his lady love who is helpless but to melt her heart and take his hand in agreement,to have their lives happily ever after.Whoa! What a moment that must be. For the more fancy ones,an open terrace lit up with candles to express his love, and when his love gives a positive nod, all the pain he has taken to light up the candles vanishes into thin air and love sparks fly.A simple proposal over the phone, a few keys in a sms,a private island decked up in his love's favourite colours,a jet leaving its trails in the sky to show his love. Valentine celebration ideas have no boundaries, and the best thing is,love ripens over the years. So the longer you see your love, the more happier you are.

I think love is full of sacrifices that we make for each other. Love is an unconditional thing that  we feel within our souls. It comes from within. Love come from somewhere deep. It is like air . It is  like the sun in our days. Without words to describe love, our mouths and tongues would not function very well, but our hearts could sing a thousands of love songs only to describe what real love is.  I may be young  in my 20s to talk about love, but then love has no age limits.

Can write it a thousand times, can feel it a million times, but when you are to say it, you get all the jitters you never had,making you weak in your knees and ultimately you end up living with memories of your lost love.
Some guys are stupid, some are lame, some use lame catch phases like: you are the blood in my heart, do you have a band aid? coz i scraped my knee falling for you.
Some are romantic, sweet and kind and they hold you in your arms and give you flowers but they are all the same they fall hard and love long.
The one who holds you at night and tells you it will all be ok even though its not.Thats the one who loves you.
The one that calls you back too see if you really hung up on them
The one that holds your hand in front of their friends but most of all the one that is there no matter what shit you get in, they love you and you need to love them. Live love and regret nothing.

For those who have their valentine beside them,for those whose valentine no more is with them,for those who haven't still found theirs.Happy Valentines. Not just for a single v-day, but through all the days. Valentines is not about commemerating love, its about remembering how much love you have shared and received all your lives. Its not about wearing red or giving red to show your love, its about showering love on that one special one wherever you are,whatever the day might be.

Thanks to the couple who first fell in love in this world, and thanks to Mr.Valentine,who is said to be a saint,we now have love all over, and a day for remembering our love.

P.S: I sound too disorganised here. Bear with me.Maybe I can write better on this thing sometime later.

LMAO :D

How we spend our V-days (A-rated :P)

and.....boys

 

Biscuit!

My mind's flickering badly now, and it's been a long time since I actually looked at my own blog, thanks to all the biscuits I have been seeing and eating these days.For those who do not know what biscuits mean, its a word coined by some jobless barber for any jolt you get, or any unexpected thing which happens to you or anything which you craved for doesn't turn favourable enough. Biscuits can occur in all shapes, sizes and varieties. Categorize them according to your convenience.  Write 36 pages of your 40page exam booklet, see a F..a biscuit.A girl turns you down..a cream biscuit.Lose a cricket match..a biscuit packet. Let your grey cells do the sorting for you.You would surely have had a lot of biscuits too. And now, any maniac whom you dont like can also be named a biscuit fellow.

The last exam i wrote was supposed to be the last exam I had planned for this season, and thanks to the biscuit results that I have seen through the last two months, I am writing two more.The last few months have been pretty disturbing, or atleast things disturbed me, and now I am getting back under control, atleast for the sake of preventing hair greying :P.It's all a mind game, I've discovered.

FUBAR ,lOl!

FUBAR is a term , which stands for "Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition".

It also stands for "Fouled Up Beyond All Recognition". This is used in at least two ways:-- - When someone has soiled his trousers after drinking too much booze - When Mr. Bowdler wants to explain this acronym, he will use the word "fouled" instead of "fucked" especially in the company of women, children and especially the Queen.

During the War of 1812, General Rick Mercer ordered his troops to take control of a Tim Hortons. The heavily armed coffee outpost proved difficult to take, and many Canadian troops were lost. Once under his control, Mercer began taking advantage of the outpost's supplies. Unfortunately, the soldiers knew only how to shoot muskets, and knew nothing of making coffee and so instead of the double double and apple fritter that he requested, the soldiers brought him a steeped tea and a boston cream doughnut. Distressed by the extreme mixup, Mercer declared that his coffee was "fucked up beyond all reason", and so the name stuck.

After this initial declaration, the troops shortened the phrase to FUBAR and began to use it under a variety of different situations, ranging from culinary, to military and on more than one occasion, the cries of FUBAR were heard yelled from the barracks showers to describe deformities caused by bird shot wounds.

The Vista FUBAR Screen.

As complaints from users of Microsoft windows in regards to the blue screen of death (BSOD) increased, the company decided to address the issue in the first release of their new operating system Windows Vista. Shortly before the systems release, Bill Gates announced that users would now be informed their computer was about to die with a FUBAR screen. In an attempt to distance this screen from the BSOD, software engineers made this screen bright red. Users agreed that this screen was more pleasing to the eye, but provided no more assistance than the BSOD. To solve this problem, Microsoft added instructions on how to proceed from the FUBAR screen. These instructions were straight forward and users agreed they were both realistic and helpful.

Modern Uses

1. George Bush was FUBAR after he had too much to drink.

2. The popular T-Shirt design bearing the clause, "NO FUBAR CHICKS"

3. Hitler's famous last words, "You know what? YOU take the poison and I'LL shoot myself. I can't bear to think that my last living vision could possibly be my newly wed wife is FUBAR."

Now, I also feel I have been FUBAR, thanks to the last few months.

Yem-Bee-Yaay

As PagalGuy puts it, a management career makes you   Insanely Different. Different in the true sense of being different and standing apart from the crowd.

As the members argue, speak, put forth new ideas, brainstorm , the boardroom comes alive, turning into a jungle with people referred to as managers,  taking decisions for people happily sleeping out there, so that they can be served better. The world in the management sector might seem a bit bizarre , demanding out of the box thinking but a career in the management gives you all that you might never have dreamt of. The thought of boardrooms and group work excite you, giving you goosebumps at every point, with every point you make making a huge difference, and once the grease gets on you with the passion within you getting kindled, the call of the management sector tugs irresistibly at your hearts. Hard .

A career in management provides you opportunities not only in traditional workplaces like banks and stuff, but demands you to be a part of offbeat places , where your brain and words play a larger role than what books teach you. With financial recession and layoffs being a prime cause of concern the world over, the management sector has a significant role in the global economy, with individuals playing larger-than-life roles. Fat pay packets getting fatter with every new idea you come up with, weekly flights to places with strange sounding names, to meet people and rack brains to perform a new merger, a new acquisition, or might just be a new change in the publicity stunts being performed. All these are regulars you meet with in the management sector.

You find growth prospects not only in the country but also with international agencies, media companies, environment & wildlife organizations, consulting companies around the world. Today and more so in the times to come, brainy managers will become the crust of the world, with every single soul turning at you for strategies without which their lives wouldn’t have been any smoother.

oPPreSsIon

7 exams down, 1more to go.Lot of wickets down, lot more to go.Concentration levels dropping by the day, and depression levels soaring high. Impatiently in wait for a call, I'm verbose about CAT for its debacle, which has left normal human beings, the non-geek material guys like me scratching our heads. An year long of braving the maddening traffic every week to attend lectures for writing my future has left me no peace now, thanks to the 2 hour-odd exams. I wonder why the system in which we are is like this.A few black bubbles here and there on an OMR sheet are scanned and our future path is printed.A few bubbles in the right positions,and a few wrong ones skipped would make a lot of difference, an IIM or any other lower ranked b-school. Any rejection from an institute is pleasantly let out, saying sorry..all the best  for your future endeavors !.What the F man, those words are really disheartening. Spending an year with books, skipping weekend fun is not easy.But we have done it, and all I get to hear these days is a Sorry.Man!. Not that I'm too right on my part. In the rat race for b-schools, had the cat been wise enough, we would have breathed happily, and whatever little talent we have could have easily fetched us a call. And now, guys like the ones at the symbiosis have cashed well in the folly of cat, and and every other guy giving cat has given snap, the symbi exam.So , what has now happened the IIM material guys are now feasting on the  non-IIMs and the non-IIM material guys are thirsty for a call, and are left blank.Me, included. All I get to hear now, is my mom saying, a little more hard work without wasting your time would have got you more marks in the eggjam and you would have not had this ten-shun. The same words I hear everytime I reveal a result at home.I hate it. I believe hardwork doesn't get you a cat or a symbi call. All that what your brain tells you to bubble in the exams, those 2 hours make all the difference.

And every other person I meet now asks, what are you doing now, what next? You are doing CAT aaa?? No uncleji, I dont want to do CAT, an MBA is what I want to do, and CAT is the exam for it! F! Every soul on this earth always seems to be ready to give free advice, no matter what it might be about.Hearing of the recession word, now people say, Amreeka lo jobs annni padipoinai, software koolipoindi. :-O News channels seem to have enlightened every layman in India now.

Boring stuFf..DoNot reAd

Rarely does my conviction about a particular thought get overthrown so easily. But this did happen when I came across a piece of writing in HT on Jan 16 by Sagarika Ghose “Idiot is as idiot does”.

“3 Idiots” – The nation seems to be caught by this whirlwind slating this movie as the highest bollywood grosser. The flick thoroughly impressed me with the innovative humour and smart characters-Centimeter, Virus et al.The exponents of the movie went bonkers showering all the adjectives in the dictionary, myself being one of them till I came across the write up in HT. The movie does make an impression but the point is whether the education system needs to be denigrated to this extent. It makes a strong statement using caricatures such as ‘Virus’ to blame the rising incidents of suicide and stress among students. But the point to be noted is how many of us have actually come across such a person in real life, very few.

The movie talks about pressure but fails miserably to explain which pressure is acceptable and which isn’t. There is a clear cut deme.
arcation between positive pressure and negative pressure. Without pressure exerted some students may never realize their true potential and may jus resort to fate. It is only when you push yourself does the true self come out. It’s said “Necessity is the mother of all inventions” which is more than apt for this situation. The extent to which we may be an idiot at times is limited. If education is a waste we might as well throw this country away into hands of foreigners and sit brainless.

Most of us may actually never come across a “Virus” but just a negligible clone of his who may to the maximum just make us pull our hair, not more. Instead at times it can be seen that a teacher would go out of the way to help their students especially in esteemed institutes .More can be done than jus blaming the professors and restless parents, all they want are a bright future for their child. If given a thought we would realize the problem does not lie in IITs, Parents or demanding professors.

The primary problem staring us in the face is we have too little of anything to satisfy everything. We have only a handful of IITs, IIMs to cater to a population of a billion. Even more shocking state would be that of having just a single All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS) for the 2nd highest populated country on this earth. The underlying theme of the movie is based on IITs is evident though it’s named Imperial College in the movie

The stress is not that Indian students are finding it difficult to study or do not want to study; rather it’s a well known fact that they are much better at it than their European counterparts’ .It’s this cut throat competition which is giving rise to stress related problem. When questioned many IIT students have confessed to the fact that with the facilities provided at IIT it’s much easier to study. The difficult part is they cannot afford to take a breather during the session as everybody is working hard to get that coveted placement. The fact that they have overcome a lot of competition to get a seat at the esteemed institute is just adding oil to fir
The movie is undoubtedly funny but shows education as a mere waste unless people have immense potential. The major flaw is Ranchodas Chanchad was a topper, whatever the constraints may be but he had to prove that he was academically brilliant and had excellent technical knowledge to show his superiority over ‘Chatur’ at the end. Targeting education as a major failure can have disastrous consequences. We would not want our future generation not taking education seriously especially when India being breeding ground for talent. Playing the blame game on individuals, parents, professors would not serve the purpose.

The condition is that of “too less for too many”. This nation has tons of quality students but only a handful of quality institutes. The main issue is of wants, we have many to ask but very less to satisfy. Lesser the resources higher will be the competition.

The state would do better to set up more educational institutes rather than setting up counseling centers to console grieving parents and students. Some resources used to set up SEZ’s, cricket stadiums, bridges can very well be diverted to setting up world class institutions which would cater to generating knowledge pool. Infrastructure can originate from knowledge but without knowledge there can be no infrastructure.

When things in ur lyf seem ,almst 2mch 2 handl wen 24hrs in a day isnt enuf, remembr da jar nd 2 cups of cofee
A prof stood b4 his philosfy clas nd had sm items in frnt of him.Wen da clas began , wordlessly, He pikd up a vry large nd empty jar nd proceded 2 fil it wid golf balls.
He den askd da studnts if da jar waz ful they agreed it was.
The prof den pikd up a box of pebbles nd poured dem into da jar.He shook da jar lightly.The pebbles rolled into the open areas bw da golf balls.
He den askd da studnts if da jar waz ful.They agrd it waz.The prof nxt pikd up a box of sand nd pourd it into da jar.Ofcourse da sand filled evrythin else .He askd1nce more if da jar waz full.The studnts responded wid a unanimous YES
The prof den producd 2 cups of cofe 4m undr da tbal nd poured da entire contents into da jar efectively filin da empty space bw da sand. The studnts laughd.
NOW said da prof ,as da laughtr subsided,
I want u 2 recogniz dat dis jar represnts ur lyf. The golf bals r da imp things- ur GF ,FRIENDS,nd fav pasions-things dat if everythin else waz lost nd nly dey remaind,Ur lyf wud stil b ful.
Thhe pebles r da othr things dat mar lyk ur job,house ,car
The sand is everythin else-The smal stuf
If u put da sand into da jar 1st He continued derz no room 4 da pebbles or da golf balls.The same goes 4 lyf
If u spnd al ur tym nd energy on da smal stuf u wil nevr hav room 4 da things dat r imp 2 u
so....
pay atention 2 da things dat r crucial 2 ur hapines. spend tym wid ur family,take ur gf out to lunch.
Take care of da golf bals 1st - Da things dat realy matr. Set ur priorities. The rest is just sand.
1 of da studnts raisd her hand nd inquired wat da cofee reprsntd
da prof smiled Im gald u askd.
it jus goes 2 sho u dat no matr how ful ur lyf may seem derz always room 4 a coupl of cups of cofe wid a frnd..

bUnK!

Holidays, the news of which make us jump in excitement . The kid in us springs up from nowhere and excites us about the next holiday that's coming up.A holiday from college would mean a movie, hanging out with buddies, whiling away time, and what not. Anything unproductive is truly valuable for us, right? ;).Though tideously cruel and gruelsome,assignments and exams have always put us through a lot of crazy experiences. Drooping(word courtesy, ahem ;) ) over the book, the words seem to sprialling in, hypnotising our mind, dragging us into slumber.Never have we felt more sleepy in our lives than on exam days. No-lab days would mostly convert into bunks, dumma in our lingo.The jitters that we've had on our bunks during the first few days in college,have allayed our fears over the days, and we now casually walk out of our homes under the noses of our unsuspecting moms and dads, and we bunk college. Non-exsiting library fee , exam fee, 'college development fund', application fees come to our rescue to fuel the fun that we plan up on our bunk. There is just a need for a small reason to skip college. A friend's birthday, a friend's-brother's-friend's birthday, non-existing stomach and headaches, so-called combined study excuses...can be anything.For the ever-fearing people, bunking college is great deal in itself. Eyes roll all around the place they are, looking for any spies that their people from home might have possibly planted . Constant jeering by co-bunkers builds up courage over the days, and as the bunk count increases, the entire city feels like home, and no more fears crop up.  We feel a sense of accomplishment, elated when the day gets over, we walk back home as if we were really tired of studying.  Naughtily patting our back,we giggle in our minds, and wait for the next movie to release,so that another bunk comes up!

m. .M. .M. .

The impending gloom on seeing your loved one walking down the aisle, distance seeming to grow with every step taken, tears rolling down your eyes remind you of all the things you shared, you cherished forever,and seem to wait forever for the person to return. Up the aisle, its tears again, tears of joy on seeing your loved one walk to you for a tight hug, a little girl jumping in joy on seeing her dad walking to her, her barbie in hand. A veiled lady bidding bye to her family, to pray for the health of all her people, on a pilgrimage to Mecca. An old man morosely holding on to his walking-stick, to have his chest operated upon in some distant land.Lovers parting,with heavy hearts and assuring love foreach other,their wet eyes speak it all. Neon lights flashing all over,crowds falling in,as soon as a man steps in, a celebrity. A soldier in a coffin on four shoulders,honoured by a million people.Common scenes at aiports, these are.Airports all over the world have seen them all.

A sense of de-ja-vu seems to take you over, looking at all the people at an airport. All the hands waving at the people leaving seem to hypnotise you,take you away in a trance and you are reminded of things, happy or sad, you are filled by the de-ja-vu.Your favourite burger at McDonald's doesn't seem to water your mouth, nor does the cold coffee at the cafe'day express. You seem to be dried up, with butterflies in stomach, everthing seems bland.Whether its your prized seat at the university, or your fat paying job at whatever place, you forget them all, and your mind is filled with emotions, emotions that you never knew you owned.You wish your loved one never goes leaving behind you, but control yourself in hope of all that happiness he brings on his return.You wish it rained in the airport so that your loved one doesn't know you are crying, but your eyes say it all.







m. . . . . m . . m . . . m . . . m ... . . m . m . m . m .

King turns Ape....!

An ass gives you 20 years of your life,be good and a dog will give you 20 more,and the first two will tell a monkey to give you 20 more. What you can proudly brag to be yours is the first 40 years of your life. Doesn't make any sense to you,right?

God is known to be ever-partial to man, and has reportedly filled 100 years of a man,with donations from a few animals.Once all the animals complained to god saying man was being too harsh, bursting their asses and was suppressing them too much,all his life. But, god was too adamant and convinced them that whatever man did was good, and animals should learn to live with man.Donkeys will be donkeys. God must have spanked them hard on their asses to convince them.But, the big fat elephant was against it and warned god of what all man could do in all that 60 extra years that god was going to give man. But, god is god.He whisked the elephant away too.Made its tail shorter for revolting against him,and extended our lives to 100, with the bonus 60.So, what god took was 20 years from a donkey, 20 years from a dog, 20 years from a monkey. Not much of a sense here too.

Our first 40 years being our very own,we live life on our own terms all that time.We say 'fuck you' all through these years, and live the life of a king(queen for women :P).We grab all that comes our way, and feel on top of the world, not depending on anyone.Now the donkey takes over.YOur wife spanks you every other day, your boss fires you for not listening to him or being late to report him. The worst part. Your kid spanks you too!But, you feel happy with the fact that donkeys are meant to be donkeys and you cannot ask for anything more.You work not for yourself, but for every other soul on earth.Now that you've worked enough, the dog is ready to take over. What does a dog do? Faithfully guard things, for a tiny biscuit in return.You take of your son's house which once used to be yours when you were a king, when he goes out. When you ask him to take you out.He barks at you, and you wag your tail in fear, fear of not getting the evening's bone. Enough of wagging you feel, and the monkey comes into place. Childish memories take you over, you start acting like a kid, crying for every little thing and wail for being left out  from your own people. When you get nostalgic of things you did as a king, you start shedding out tears, only to be ignored as a monkey's screeching. This is when you feel life has come to a full circle, and want your days back,but no one gives good things to a monkey.You are ignored.

When ignorance gets too painful , you wish the monkey deserts you,and the monkey usually obeys you.You are left in peace.









P.S: Philosophical plot: Baba Element Eighty :D

Gel...!

Now that Sharath has offended me in the first line of his post, I am in a mood to tell you how about Element Eighty,The Geek,Rinkoo,Sunboy and The BikerMan.Lol.They are the names of guys in "The Gang",Lol. Sharath is element eighty. The Geek is the kid,Karthik. Aditya...................................................................................................the bikerman.Yes that's how fast he is. Anurag is Rinkoo, we didn't name him that way. His home did, and I don't remember calling him that way too!

Naryana Jr College.J-302,S-301.Left side of the room.Tucked up in the left corner of the room, the last two benches were home to the first four people of the gang in a very sick college, for two whole years. We were reportedly STUDYING for the JEE, if what we did could ever be called studying.The two heads in front of me, would mostly be craned towards the back, engrossed in the pre-friday and post-friday gossip.Lol, Yes,movies were the most happening thing then,and the weekly pilgrimage to Shiva started then.Only the seats of Shiva would exactly know how many time our asses were put against them in 6 years now.
It was in our second year that RangDeBasanti released,ane we were crazy about watching it on the first day.And, we did find our seats in the 5Rs ticket, first row of the theatre :D. For the weekend exams, the whole gang would meet in the dilsukhnagar bus-stop, and plan strategy for the day's exam.Planning for the chit exchanges in the t**l*ts, to erasers flying around in the class, we've done it all!

All of us saw some moderate-to-huge jolts at the end, and all of us landed again in the same engineering college, in a remote village near hyderabad, Mangalpalli! Timidly sitting together in the bus, to escape the so called ragging of seniors, we met the bikerman in our bus, and we immediately gelled!Strong.Never did a day go by, without the gang meeting up and cracking a joke,except now that the bikerman has moved a bit far away from our place,but he's just an sms away.Message him now, and armed with his helmet on his head,the bike lands in front of you.God must be too crazy to give him the patience of a rock for making him drive all through the city,for the whole day,and he still keeps his inoffensive smile on his face.Vodafone must have raked in a million rupees, thanks to his chats on his mobile phone.I don't know with whom that is!:P.From the first fag, to the first beer,to our first own bikes, to our first new mobiles , to first own money(courtesy the geek),and many other censored firsts, we've done all of them.Together!Lol.Any plan to go out, any meet, any movie,5 1ps messages make up the plan, and 3 Pulsars start off, to execute the plan.

The geek, a true geek in his own way  would have been in front of the computer for a longer time, than he would have slept in all his life.Element eighty has this hell of a brain of troubling people with his confusion creating arguments and picking up brains on his way.People sometimes feel like running away from him for this irking character of his, but once gelled up, element eighty shows his true colours,and I'm not to rate him on this now.!He would definitely take a dig at me, in the next post.If I'm nt wrong. Holly,bolly,tolly,kolly to any other wood you can name of, interest our Rinkoo,Bhai!A perfect friday-maniac.To browse through his wallpapers collection, you would need to have the patience of an ant.From blogs,trailers to reviews, he's the ultimate movie repository for us.!...And, ahem..now sunboy..now,would not like to brag upon himself, and I guess the writing speaks for me.:D.Nothing great though.A simple loner,with patience of a hill,maybe,and tucked away in my own world of fantasy and whatever might come my way to interest me.5 different thought processes, uniquely different from each other, just like mystery machine gang in Scooby Doo.No links,no overlaps,but perfectly alright together. God knows how he managed to gel all of us together.
People scoffed at us all these years for being the most coolheaded gang ,but that now seems to be a thing of the past.Sketching up our future paths with gre,toefl,cat,xat,rat,mat and all such funny sounding names trouble us now, but we make sure all of us, atleast once a day..gel!

I would have dug deeper into each incident, but I'm  really sleepy now,and would not like to test your patience reading about 5 unknown loners!,leave alone testing mine.

Youth.. !!!

hmm..Youth..The best days of our life.. Am sure sandeep must be missing them :P..The age wherein we actually "grow UP'',get to understand the world and how things work, we do things that make no sense n say things like 'who cares!!' and 'fuck it' and feel we are the happiest people on this planet. Happiness,is the punch line of our lives in this age.Also, the time when we'v gotta choose our road for life.If you don't know where your going, any road will take you there. Jump off the cliff n look whatz in store for u.. Believe me... Life under water is never dry [If it makes sense].. All the best guyzzz..

No title.. I could'nt find one

The new year’s been pretty new to me. Lyfz making me do all kinds of strange things. someone in 2009 said that the positions of stars in 2010 is same as that in 1989, which is my birthyear .. I hoped this would bring me luck in this year but it all went wrong. I wish I wake up one day and all that had happened in my life will just be a dream. I wish, I only can.

I’m only writing this because I just wanted to put my heart out, not that it’s important or that the people care!! Everyone’s of course very busy… family.. friends. .everyone .. I might sound stupid saying this but I have this theory of mine called ‘jolt time’. I believe every person will have to face a jolt at the age of 21..it might be screwing up your career bigtime or your girlfriend leaving you or you getting married or anything..

PICTURES… people say pictures help rewinding your life...I guess people don’t take the pictures of things that actually do.. c’mon how many people actually take a snap of a used band-aid, or the walls of a gas station, when your crying, when your overjoyed. These make true pictures of your life. Stuff like orkut and facebook have, I think, transformed the role of photos from being able to rewind your life to just letting others know what you are doing.. I feel very happy when I see the pictures of my childhood, atleast someone cared to take a snap of me !!

I think that is all I’ve got to say for now.. U might find this stuff horrible, for it’s got not a beginning nor an end, nor a soul for itself.. It all, I think shows how disturbed Iam and how unorganized my thought process is.

P.S: Please don’t read this if u want to judge me by my writing skills..Iam not here for that.. n lemme tell u..Iam very bad at it too.. worse than sandeep of course.. n yea.. this reminds me of something.. no one knew sandeep was so good at writing till people saw his blog. It seemed as if he wanted to prove something?? may be not.. It’s good however…cheers to him.. cheers to our pack of five friends.. buhbye.

Pretty long p.s ehh?? I don’t want to edit it for am very lazy .. get endured..

The Face.

3.32 AM. He woke up with jitters all over his body.He was feeling dry, head feeling heavy.Groping in the darkness,headed his way for the fridge, and opened the door,the sudden flood of soft light from the fridge seemed to blind his eyes.Took down a few gulps of water, and he felt better.Blinded by the light, a halo seemed to appear in front of his eyes.The face. It was right in front of his eyes, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

Badly in need of sleep, he tossed himself on his bed. He hadn't slept for three nights,the face in his dreams seemed to follow him wherever he went,in the back of his mind.His bare chest covered by a skinny blanket, he saw the wind from the fan combating with the curtains swooshing in the darkness.He wished the night would end soon,praying so to the angels above, he slowly fell asleep.

He suddenly woke up, last night's water was bursting to leave him.He turned over the newspaper with his coffee cup in his right hand.The cup in his hand made him feel uncomfortable.Except for the rising fares in the world and a ongoing militant attack in Srinagar, there wasn't nothing much to read. Was that news,he thought.It happens every other day.Hoping to get a message with a plan to do something that day, he pushed the mobile's buttons.Nothing. His to-do book for the day was empty.

Spraying his park-avenue all over him, grabbed his coat and left home.The man next to him in the bus, suddenly coughed and spat out blood.He was shocked, but the old man grinned widely at him and said, This is the last quarter of my innings, I'm dying son. Disturbed, he got down from the bus.Walked a few feet from the bus, and looked at the ticket in his hand.27 was written on its back. He had forgot the change.what disturbed him was not the blood.The sun on the wide-rimmed glasses of the old man seemed to conjure up The Face, and he was horrified.

To stop his stomach muscles from rambling, he walked into the foodcourt,and took the token.Could you spare some change,27 rs, you Loser!, the man over the counter said to him.Tired of exhaustion from skipping his lunch, he was imagining things.Sipping his drink over the book on the table, he heard the girl on the next table say, Did she leave you?

Yes, she did. The Face.The face was his white-clad girl,killed 27 days ago, and she left him.

I'm exhausted, another fruitless day, he thought.

Back home, he cuddled up on the bed with his White Tiger, the curtains combating with wind from the fan,the stars above him.It all seemed to happen again.Tired, he put his book down. It was 2AM. He was not alone, The Face never seemed to leave him.

Uhm! Birthdays!

Today is Karthik's birthday, and the joy oozing out of his face makes me feel, Man, today is his day and today is that only day of the year,on which people say, Man!,today is his day.

Never on any other day would people have been so punctual, even we, our lazy gang of 5.Waiting for the minute hand and the hour hand to meet,and point straight at 12, we are at his gate, with his Birthday cake. I called him up, and yelled, 'GetOut',and our laziest bug came out brushing his hair aside, saying aaaaa! A lot other lazy close ones,wait for their mobile to slow 12:00 and frantically press the call button, and yell out Happy Birthday Man!, and the next question, Mama, Daawat Kidhar Hain? [;)].
A few generous kind ones would even go to the extent of giving out gifts,but we, shameless in our own might, never would do that mistake.Never.
Wish Karthik a Very Happy Birthday!
And, my people have a way of celebrating birthdays.The cake is first gently fed to the birthday 'baby',and the greater part of the cake goes to the face, them come the birthday bumps, flying the 'baby' in air, bumps land hard on the back.All that sounds quite common, doesn't it? The celebration's later part is focussed on Me, whomsoever the birthday 'baby' might be,I'm targeted with the cake remains, and all legs land on my Butt,hard! [:(]



Whatever we are, we start feeling special on our birthday, or is it that people make us feel so?Either ways, its good.We feel like celebrities. The number of calls we receive , makes us feel quite famous. For some, birthdays are sort of festivals, right from shopping for the birthday dress to plannng for the birthday party, its a big affair.And the best part is,no one opposes to what we say on our birthday.

Birthday revelry.The best part of a birthday.A quiet visit to the temple,thanking god for the day,a quiet dinner with the family or friends coming over to home for a quiet celebration.A grand party with friends.Birthday revelry has no definitions.

Hey, two more birthdays are lined up in this week, wish them too! Ask me to know who they are. Maybe this blog will witness one more celebration update.

'BLACK' male

Big chief once said "lyfz too short to be counted in minutes and seconds,itz got be counted in years and decades"..When he first said it, I din't realize its bearing but when I've been out of this internet world for couple of days n revisited it,I saw this guy coming up with a blog.... heeyyy i'l be right bakk with another post which wud hopefully be a continuation of diz one...my frens have called me 4 a fag n i gotta goo..



P.S: The Big Chief reportedly is Karthik. lOl

He.

It doesn’t end, does it? A war in itself. In one’s self.

Opened his eyes,closed them again, blinded by the sudden brightness he was exposed to, and wished his dream,his lovely dream with his girl by his side all the time,would go on for some more time.Head splitting of last night's hangover, disturbed by his last night's argument, he wakes up.Walks to the mirror, his face in a mess, mess made by all the delay he had done in his life, for which he was repenting now.

He picked up his toothbrush , brushing aside his thoughts,with its to and fro motion,letting in new ones, washing away the froth on his mouth, organizing them for the clock to strike the right time. Hoping the clock adds second upon second, without having to go back, to reframe the past, without the foul smell of decay of the past.Bewildered by his lonely present,he was looking for a pleasant future.

The glass was left in its half. He drank half of it that quenched his thirst. With the thud of the glass,he heavily put on the table, he watched the ripples on the surface dying with time. He tapped it a little again and watched the process, again and again. Half full or half empty, the essence is the same.(This reminds him,again of the song  Tu Bole Glass Aadha Khaali, Main Bolu Aadha Bhara, from Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na).For him, it was how much was drunk and how much is left.

His shirt wet by a drop of sweat,he left it to itself. It would cool down slower by the cloth in his pocket. The longer it stays, the longer it is exposed to air, the longer he could feel the effect of evaporation. Perspiration cools me down, he thought.Tired, he flicks open his pack of cigarettes,puts one between his lips, to make his life shorter by an hour.Lights a match,circles his palm around the match.The wind seems to be too strong.The match is put off.Lights another one,this time being more careful with his palm, he lights his cigarette. With a deep puff, the ash leaves the cigarette for the floor.Looking at it, he is reminded of something,something that left his life.

He talked to his friend over the phone. He gazed more at the shining stars he was making in his mind, on his ceiling than he spoke to her,there weren't any stars.He was imagining things. The tick of the clock that counted his day constantly faded every word he spoke.Pushed a few more buttons,he was frantically texting. But when the tired mind overcame the rush of thoughts that were flooding his tired brain,tired of sad thoughts, the eye went to join lids.

Six hours hence, he reopened his eye to brush, to tap the glass, to sweat and to talk,to text.

When days tick around in equilibrium,revolving around the same things everyday,the change appears as a distant black dot.

Contemplating on what he had done, the thought made a visit to his mind.With a different stroke he made, had his teeth been whiter?Would his body toxins plaguing his mind find an exit in the full glass of water?Questioning himself on these, he thought of calling his friend for an answer.Had I listened you with intent,would you have been with me?Or staring at the stars of nothing, would I seek answers to my past?

The war in his mind brings in potential signs of loss.Loss of oneness,loss of what he might have done or he might have done to someone. The big black dot far away might pick pace,but again comes back in a full circle. But,his girl will not,and his war goes on.


Here,I am the He.Any one of  you could be the He. Could be anyone.

Yay! It's Two Zero One Zero

I just learned that Asians have a different way of calling numbers, different from the english way. The english call 11 as eleven, 12 as twelve, 21 as twenty one, so on. The Asians, being smarter at Math have names only for numbers from 1 to 9 and, all other numbers are given names with this. 11 as one one, 12 as one two. I am an Asian too, and I never knew this! Maybe, the English have rubbed their butts too hard with us Indians that we've learnt their way of calling numbers. Thanks to my discovery, I am calling the new year as Two Zero One Zero .Yay!

We Asians have another reason to say Yay!, The tallest building in the world is now in Asia, in Dubai. The Burj Khalifa was inaugrated yesterday, taking records to new dizzy heights.If Usain's records are at all new levels, Khalifa's are nowhere in sights of being surpassable.



The world is now looking at Asia in awe, with mouths wide open.I did, I was spellbounded by the fireworks that went off when Khalifa was unveiled. The fountains at Burj Khalifa were so graceful in their dance, that they would make The Bellagio's dancing fountains hang their heads in shame. You must have seen the The Bellagio's world famous fountains behind George Clooney in Oceans'11,(or was it 13?)

Lol, Google, We Are Way Up Your Ass

And there! Google's toilet pranks are back!
A usual lazy afternoon.I clicked open my Firefox,and something on the google home page that opens up to my delight everytime, caught my eye. It said google was offering TiSP- Internet Service THrough Our Very Own Loos!.The illustrations that google gave were so make believe and exciting,that I almost was frantically searching for the contact button on that page.It was April 1st,2007,and I foolishly was going ga-ga at the 'service', without realising I was being fooled. Have look at TiSp
Here are all Google's April Fools Jokes

And now, CurrentTV, seemingly inspired by Google's love for the toilets, has come up with an animation about google mining data of every person on earth, from the sh*t he puts into toilet everyday. Isn't that like Ewwwww! (Yes, Ewwwww!, are you reading?? ;) ).



And Google now says, We Are Way Up Your Ass! Don't we have the right to privacy even in our toilets?? Google is so damn thirsty to pile up data, started off with piling data from sites, then books, then newspapers,and then our private mails, now its craving for our sh*t too! thats disgusting!!
Thats what the video says, not me [;)].

Idiots, 3 or All Others?

Didn't Rancho, Raju and Farhan give you a good dose of sensible laughter,didn't they make a tear roll down your eyes, didn't they give you a good movie after all? According to me, all this happened after a good gap of time, and the movie was exceptionally good, though not flawless. Then why do all those critics out there seem to have a problem with the movie? It's accused of following the path of Munnabhai, taking an impossible dig at the education system,and the wit in the movie being dry. Crap!

When Kaminey was hailed for being exceptionally great, in its storyline and its screenplay, everyone wagged their tails in approval. How many people really liked the movie? Seriously, an average movie-goer could not even make out what Charlie was planning to do in the movie, and even if it made any sense, it was not engrossing.It was being praised for being too good. Crap!

And now, when Raju Hirani has teamed up with Aamir to make a movie that is good in its own terms,people are happy with the movie, and some very happy relating themselves to the characters in the movie.I'm one of them [:D], Rancho, look at me!. I'm soo in awe for the movie that, even after having it watched it twice at the cinemas, my BitTorrent download progress bar at the time of writing this post shows 43.4% [;)].


The movie takes you on a breezy ride, the Volvo XC90 R-Design SUV that Silencer buys in the movie, in a bid to keep up his bet with Rancho on Sept 5,looks so good on the road to Ladakh that you almost instantly fall in love with the beauty of the roads there. The cameraman, whoever it is, has done a too good job. I personally loved a shot in the movie. Raju jumping off the building. ViruS goes on in his 7-and-a-half minute afternoon nap, that he takes daily during which all his unproductive acts of shaving and the likes are to be done. Before going to his nap, ViruS tells Raju to decide between his future and his friends'. Raju, perplexed, walks to the window, and the wire of the lamp is stuck at his leg, and when he jumps off, the lamp comes hitting so hard at the screen, that you can the feel the intensity of emotion in that shot.Superb brilliance! I can't resist from using superlatives for the work that has been done in the movie. This movie,again pricked my grey cells about the discussions on my mobile, which would go on endlessly, but braked upon now.One reader would realise what this is about[;)], and this makes the movie even more better.

Though the scenes in the ending of the movie, in the school that is run by Rancho-the guy who goes about reforming others lives through his Aal Izz Well mantra, look like a bit of exaggeration of an ideal school that is shown in poor good old telugu movies, the feel good factor that Kareena and the 3 Idiots give you with their reunion after a long span of time, overshadow it all.

I'm not here to give a review of the movie, there are many people out there whose job is only to watch movies, and review them,and a lot if them have done their work.
Anyway, I give it a 4 stars on 5 of them. [;)]