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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. [;)]

My First

Yawn!

That's the thing that happens to me most frequently these days. Indefinitely long holidays for college, uncertainly waking up early in the morning at 10, yes that IS early for me, only to realize that its again a bandh, which means no shops, no theatres, nowhere to go.Dust my bike, turn the key on and it says,'you ass, you havent fed me, I'm not taking you out'.Ah man!, my carelessness, I never fill up petrol in its tank, and I am punished to stay locked up in within the walls of my room, and say Yawn!

Bored of yawning for almost 31 days now, today I thought of using my brains a little, and asked google to give me a blogspot blog. So kind google is, the blog is free! [:D].But by the way, does my writing really need a brain?? I dont think so. This happens to be my first post on the internet, and thats where the post got its name from. Actually, this is my second, but in its logical order, it is to be placed first. Sandy Speaks, my blog's name. That's derived from Sandeep, my name. No one calls me like that anyway, but I like to be called that way, and named it so.

This blog has come up after almost 2 years of blog-hopping on other people's blogs,and I'm pretty confused. People out there have got so much sensible stuff to write about, and what am I supposed to blog upon? Anyway, I'm not gonna make a living out of this blog, so doesn't pretty matter what my blog speaks. As long as a few people,jobless in their own right like me, come and read my stuff, I'm pretty happy.

Giving Up??

Logon, press a few keys,the noose starts doing its work.Press another key, an Enter, and you are dead. If killing oneself was so easy, I wonder how much cyanide all those suicide lovers out there would have wasted. Your alter-ego connects to the internet every other day, desperate to make a living, build up a relation out there, with all those unknown people on all those so called 'social networking' sites. Going by the humongous amount of photos I see on orkut everyday,that people upload,the scraps that people write to each other, the number of tweets people give out every other minute, I believe people are obsessed with with their alter-egos on the internet.

And now, if you are heavily obsessed with your obsession for your split personality online, having made all those futile attempts to connect to unknown people, and want to give it up , tighten the noose around your neck. Out there is an all new undertaker to take of the funeral of your second-self.

Suicide Machine, the ultimate undertaker for all your egos on MySpace, LinkedIn, FaceBook, Twitter. All you need to do is to give your username and password, and you are unfriended with all the alter-egos of all your friends. All your tweets are untweeted, photos deleted, your profile wiped off, and and you are left in peace.

A snapshot of the machine:




Now, facebook is so worried of suicides that, it has blocked this site from killing people on its site.It has blocked the IP of our suicide machine, and the team is now looking at newer ways to tip off the blockades and go on its killing spree.People out there are too desperate to get killed.

Reportedly, the site says, you save over Nine hours , by letting suicide machine kill you, than you killing yourself. Outsourced suicide , eh?[;)]. Now go, give the site a supari for yourself, or for vengeance, kill someone else.