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3/26/2009 Global Credit Crunch and what not...Dear All,
I am picking up the pen after quite sometime now...about 6 months...to pen what I figure will be one of my more unpopular posts...(Spoiler Alert: Its not funny)
Recession. Sub-prime. Credit Crunch. Liquidity. Chapter 11 Bankruptcy. Collapse. Wall Street. 401K. Deflation. Mortgage. Forclosure. Deliquency. Hedge funds. Leverage. Portfolio Banking. CDO. CDS.
Phew! It feels so good to get those out of my system. These words have been haunting the global scene for quite sometime now. But they have had a relatively negligible effect on 20 year olds doing Comp sc engg far from the maddening crowd. Besides me.
I had a chance to go to a competition that involved me looking up most of the aforementioned words, and try and understand their meaning. I would say I succeeded to a degree that seemed impossible when I began, and while Mohsin might taunt and torment me forever for this but: HEIL WIKIPEDIA!!!
Those stupid blue hyperlinks that irritated me so when I looked up something I knew to a reasonable extent, those clickables that inadvertently took me to another page even when I didn't wanna go there...they became my lifesavers! I think I had a little crush on hyperlinks and wikipedia just about then! Sample this:
Background information: Science student who's only interaction with money is pocket money and stipend, who's most mammoth achievement in a bank has been to get a banker's cheque and who doesn't know the F of Finance.
Subprime Crisis:
The subprime mortgage crisis is an ongoing financial crisis triggered by a dramatic rise in mortgage delinquencies and foreclosures in the United States, with major adverse consequences for banks and financial markets around the globe. The crisis, which has its roots in the closing years of the 20th century, became apparent in 2007 and has exposed pervasive weaknesses in financial industry regulation and the global financial system.
Whooosh!! (sound made by above statement as it sped past the upper extremities of my head usually accompanied by a hand gesture with similar movement)
The only word I could understand there was United States, apart from conjunctions and prepositions ofcourse (I'm not stoopid you know).
Hence the click-every-alternate-word fetish.
Anyhoo, as it turned out, the effort was not worth it for the competition per-se. I would have done just as well narrating baba black sheep in prose.
BUT, it did serve to give me some perspective on the Liquidity Crisis that has enveloped the world.
Thought overload.....brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....OUT.
9/24/2008 Peeptee peelz por your thoughts!So, I'm interning in this supremely awesum organisation that throws up new and interesting challenges frequently. I broaden my horizons everyday at the speed of light and explore new avenues. A hefty pay packet, sexy colleagues in mini skirts and flexible timings complete the experience.
And this is the best case scenario!! It may even be like this:
Anyhoo, once past the secretary, things become incresingly less intresting. So if I'm lucky I reach the purchasing manager, I explain to him the "aims and objectives" of the company and how we can "help" them get more out of life, and satisfy all their buying needs.At this point, one of two things happen: 1. The manager's head explodes. I mean WHO on God's green Earth wants to be told how to get his job done? Anyhooo...in my wild adventures across the maze of telephone lines that criss cross fantastic lands and languages, I have come across a few things that just NEVER fail to entice people into the trap of saying YES. These are: 1. Its FREE!
Well, if your are looking for the great unifying theme in this post, as is present in all other posts...well then clearly you haven't read the other posts. So get to it all my "intern"et mates!! (I just love using that pun over and over again!) PS: This post was earlier even named 'Of interns and the 'intern'et'. But that was not racy enough. 7/23/2008 Jaane tu yaa jaane naa....na aur koi jaane..na aur koi...As regular readers mite know, there are very few things in life that move me to write prose, as is evident from the infrequent postings. And even then, it is mainly my angst at wholly avoidable, torturous situations that finds vent through my writing. Today I was subjected to..or rather subjected myself to this 3 hour ordeal cleverly disguised in the form of a movie- jaane tu ya jaane na.
The title is very apt..and is most probably lifted from a conversation between the director and the producer. or maybe the actors, spotboys etc. It would be something like dis..
Producer: u know what we are doing here? (jaane tu ya jaane na?)
Director: rolling on the floor laughing.
Apparntly, NOONE in this film knows (jaans) wats happening. Director, producer, actors no one. Least of all the audience. The film has absolutely no plot, or the semblance of a story. It just attempts to mish mash some of the most primitve human emotions- love and jealousy.
The tagline of the movies states: When do you know its love? Well, the much awaited answer ladies and gentlemen is when another guy kisses ur love. or wen ur girlfriend comes first thing in the morning and tells - Jai. maine bohot socha. mujhe lagta hai tum aditi se pyaar karte ho! I mean WTF!
The only saving grace of the movie are the songs, that too pappu and aditi . However, such is my luck that even they were rendered useless by this excited female sitting next to me with her feet up n her celphone on loud. This magnificent specimen knew ALL the words of ALL the songs, and the tune of NONE. Add to that her melifluous voice that sounded like nails scratching a blackboard..and there you have it ladies and gentlemen, the antimatter that can annihilate A.R Rahman.
Add to that, a half capacity crowd half of which had there tongues in each other's mouths ( I looked around coz I was bored out of my wits!) and the other half so illiterate as to laugh on the slightest hint of a joke. Recipe for a massive ear splitting headache!
I cannot even begin to imagine the kind of people who liked this movie. As it is, humans use 30% of their brain, this movie gaurantees the elimination of atleast half of those. And this has ben certified as a "Hit". Just goes to show what hype can do in this age of spin doctors and PR. If a subpar, inhumanly pathetic, characterless, storyless, dialoguesless piece of recycled fim can be a hit, ANYTHING can be a hit. You just need the right marketing. I predict 10 years from now, this movie shall be used as an example in B-schools to showcase the power of marketing and in hospitals to kill cancer cells.
However, to give credit where credit is due, Paresh Rawal is his usual smiley self. I refrain from the use of the word "funny", coz d dialogues he was given rendered it almost impossible to laugh. The most we could manage was a hint of a smile.
I had previously forgotten two very very VERYYYYY important parts of the "story".
1.Whats this!! Yes. Yes. Yes. it is with great pride that I announce the arrival of this classic game which shall soon be played by every man, woman and child.....in a mental asylum!
The main object of this game is to give delusional, hallucinational ( I noe its nt a wrd!) , idiotic, insanely stoopid descriptions of mundane things.
Eg. Meghna (Jai's "girlfriend" for the better part of the movie) (Pointing to a handcart) - Jai! Whats this?
Jai- Its a 13th century cannonball wich was used by akbar to blast the balls of his enemies! yeay!!
Meghna - I was thinking the SAME thing!! wow! muaaah!
Audience - Bleeding to death. choking. puking.
Heres an intresting piece of review that I would have given if I had the chance:
Me- Hey Abbas! (the director). (pointing to my hand) Whats this??
(before giving him a chance to reply) THWACK! its a slap!
2. Ranjhore k Rathore! Well, this is another novel idea that has been thrusted down the throat of the movie and consequently the audience for generating laughs. Apparently, har Ranjhore k Rathoe ko "Mard" banne k liye teen cheezein karni hoti hain:
a) Ghode pe chadhna
b) Kissiki pitaai karna
c) Jail jaana
If they dont do this, I suspect they are castrated. Else what could be the reason Sohail khan and Arbaaz khan would prance around Mumbai on horses, wearing...hold ur breath! ...cowboy suits!!
I am beginning to suspect I might be leading people to actually go and watch the movie to witness this insanity firsthand. Please, I have no such intentions. Except maybe for psychiatrics who want to get rid of their particularly tiresome patients. They may prescribe this movie and gleefully see their patients commit suicide.
PS: Genelia d'souza is cute. Imran khan is an ass who dsnt know how to act.
7/23/2006 Orkutting to College Life..updated..again...n againIt is a very firm belief of mine that not necessity, but BOREDOM is the mother of all inventions/discoveries. I mean would Newton have actually discovered gravity if he had a regular 9 to 5 job with a pestering wife and nagging kids?? Would Thomas Edison have conducted his 1000 failed experiments on his way to the bulb if he had been spanked by his teacher on the butt??And Galileo would never have gone up the tower of Pisa if he had been asked to "weigh common objects using a meter scale" like we were supposed to in the class 12 boards..!!
But...since these things were not done...here we are..stuck wid gravity, calculus, da bulb which makes it possible to study even at night
 , calculus , galileo's telescope, calculus  u get da drift...All this preamble just to tell you- I am bored. Now if you are wondering what grreat idea has been borne out of MY boredom (which u most certainly aren't if u noe me) then here is the answer..I have conceived (no pun intended) ABSOLUTELY NOTHING (n dat is not da name of a boy/girl/homo...u perverts!).
However, what I did stumble across was-ORKUT...an interesting time paas from the stables of...hu else..google.
The catch being that this site is blocked in da UAE because 'it is in conflict with the social and/or cultural values of the UAE'..guess it isn't in their culture to make friends...or check out hot women's pics...(since there are too many hot women walking da streets alredy, i spose)
Anywaz, doin the latter, I found this wonderful piece of work, which perhaps resembles my first post a BITS...I found this in da scrapbook of a girla called Ritika Arora. Found it really gud..humorous as well as poignant...although it has absi=olutely no similarity to MY college life...we don't have a canteen, we dont have ladkiyan mentioned in there...but it does have all that I WISH.... Here it is( It is written by sm guy called anshu)
WO COLLEG KI KAHANI
Yeh degree bhi lelo ye naukari bhi lelo, Bhale Chheen lo mujhse USA ka Visa........... magar mujhko lauta do college ka canteen, vo chaay ka paani vo teeKha samosaa.......... kadi dhoop mein apne ghar se nikalnaa, vo project ki Khatir shahar bhar bhataknaa, vo lecture mein doston ki proxy lagaanaa, vo sir ko chidhanaa ,vo aeroplane udaanaa, vo submission ki raton ko jagnaa jagaanaa, vo orals ki kahani vo practical ka Kissaa..... bimaari ka reason de ke time badhanaa, vo doosron ke assignments ko apnaa banaanaa, vo seminar ke din paironka chhatpatanaa, vo workshop mein din raat pasinaa bahanaa, vo exam ke din ka bechain maahaul, par vo maa ka vishvas - Teachar ka Bharosaa..... vo pedon ke neeche gappe ladanaa, vo raaton mein drawing sheets banaanaa, vo exams ke akhari din theatre mein jaanaa, vo bhole se freshers ko hamesha sataanaa, without any reason common off pe jaanaa, test ke waqt table mein kitabon ko rakhnaa isi tarah teachers ko dena Jhansaa........
college ki sabse purani nishaanee, vo chaaywala jise saare kehte the... jaani, vo jaani ke hathon ki 'cutting' chaay meethee, vo chupkese journal mein bheji hui chitthi, vo padh tehi chiththi uska bhadakna, vo chehre ki laali vo aankhon ka Gussaa..... college ki wo saari lambisi raatein, vo doston se canteen mein pyaari si baatein, vo gathering ke din ka ladnaa Jhagadnaa, vo ladkiyon ka yuhin hamesha akadnaa, bhulaaye nahin bhool sakta hai koi, vo college, vo batein, vo shararatein vo javani... kaash hum phir dohra sakte kahani...... vo kagaz ki kashti vo barish ka pani Another parody..dis time of an english song...found in da scrap book of Natasha...check it out...(it helps if u sing/read it in tune.)
Another reallllllllly funny piece I read in my frnd Gaurav's scrapbook:
If engineers start making films, the names will be:
current ho na ho, jaanam supplykaro, aa ab B.Tech karen, Kabhi A.C. Kabhi D.C, Hamari IC apke pas hai, fuse lagaya to darna kya, engineer no.1, engineering koi khel nahi, input wale output le jayenge, Maine engineering kyu kiya..! This one is self explanatory...
PJ rockers presents ... da best PJ till date ...
Once upon a time, there were two friends 'JO' ans 'SO'.both of them were dudes. One day they decided to go to a jungle. while going through jungle, A HUGE SNAKE COMES IN FRONT OF THEM!! JO gets frightened , but SO dies!! WHY?? .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. A: JO darr gaya..SO marr gaya Then JO goes to a town.There he meets WO. Being a Sceptic person JO and WO becoms RIVALS. one day both of them decided to fight. whoever wins will get the property of other.. FIGHT STARTS.... JO being a good warrior WINS! But to everyones surprise WO IS ELECTED AS THE KING!!!!!!! WHY??? .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. A:JO jeeta...WO hi Sikandar! Now a simple question.. "WHO IS JO?" .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ... .. A:"KAMBAQT ISHQ" (remember 'KAMBAQT ISHQ hai JO..') Cointinuing with the good stuff...
If the Titanic was made in India.....
1) There would be 10 times as many people on the ship 2) There would be a song with Kate Winslet in a white saree and of course singing in the rain 3) The movie would be called "Pyar Kiya To Marna Kya" 4) Hero and Heroine would float in cold water for days and still survive, but the villian would die on the first dip 5) The iceberg would be sent by the heroine's father to teach the hero a lesson 6) None of the women would float due to heavy designer sarees. 7) Himesh Reshammiya could not use his nose to sing as his nose would be running due to the cold weather condition. And last but not least 8) More Than Half of the rescue boats would be reserved for SC/ST/OBC Another one...
Angrez chale gaye....... Angrezii chod gaye
Have a nice day! -----> Achcha din lo! What's up? ----- >Uppar kya hai? You're kidding! ----->Tum bachcha bana rahe ho! Don't kid me! -----> Mera bachcha mut banaao! Yo, baby! What's up? -----> Beti Yo, uppar kya hai? Cool man! -----> Thandaa aadmi! Don't mess with me, dude.-----> Mere saath gandagee mat karo, e vyakti. She's so fine! -----> Woh itnee baareek hai! Listen buddy, that chick's mine, okay!?-----> Suno dost, woh choozaa mera hai, theek? Are you nuts? -----> Kya aap akhrot hain? And the best ones are..... How do you do? -----> Kaise karte ho? General Body Meeting.... ----->Saamanya Shaaririk Milan Keep in touch ----------> Chhoote Raho..... !! 7/21/2006 From Dubai to Bhilaai...remember 21st of July... If you are wondering what the title is all about.....well...its a cheap imitation of the V for Vendetta waali line..Remember Remember the 5th of november...!!!
<pause> ( To allow u to bang your head in the nearest wall...or your comp if u dont like it much and want to buy a new one with intel duo core processor)
But wait..!!! There's another reason too...(n its not as bad as da first..) I wanted to emphasise da date I'm writing this on...21st July.
Well ladies and gentlemen of the jury...today is the day Pirates of the Carribean - Dead Man's Chest is releasing in the God forsaken country of India.!!! Thats rite. The film(English teacher:MOOVIEE!!
 ) I have been waiting to watch since da past one month. The movie whose trailer while watching the damned football worldcup always made me think...."Oh..how nice it would be to watch the premier..."......wishful thinking of a wishful teenager...But wait (pleeez!)...there's a twist...God actually listened to me..ya dats rite...I actually WON a couple of tickets to THE PREMIER absolutely free...from the Hindustan Times Contest (I thot I'd leave out da name of the paper..but what da hell..they DID gimme da tickets...so HT..here's my gratitude in da form of free publicity..!)
I had to fight with an auto wallah..call da cops..buy a cigarette(I hate all these things by the way..if u dint get da drift....)...ask EVERY guy in Connaught Place yesterday for change...climb the stairs to the 6th floor....get off on the 16th floor while going Down!!... n all dat I did willingly...(I may even say Lovingly..) for those tickets that were waiting for me at the HT office...
Nywaz...finally...at 5.45 pm, yesterday..with everybody moving out of the office..n me sweating blood...dat I'd definitely be late and consequently lose the tickets...I somehow reached the 6th floor...(I wont describe how...coz dat'd be an article in iself...interested readers can take a hint from da previous paragraph..) No black skinned, white haired ,paan chewing,disgustingly overweight guard has ever appeared more beautiful to my eyes than the guard that sat there...I hurriedly went to him and asked about my tickets...apparently..his English teacher had not been as firm with him as mine had been with me...so da word "Movie tickets" was entirely foreign to him (as it shud be..)..."Phillum ki ticketein bhaiyaaa!!" got his undivided attention though..n he proceeded to fish out a paper from a drawer..
Beautiful Guard: Number boliye
Me: ********************
Guard<looking confused n scratching his head>: Lekin yeh ticketein to koi pehle hi le jaa chukaa hai....
Me<looking dazed...den murderous>: KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Aisa nahi ho sakta bhaiya..dhyan se dekho...mujhe abhi toh phone aaya tha k meri tickets padhi hain..
mother*** son of a b*** Guard:<showing me the paper> yeh dekhiye....saurabh le gaya...
n sure enough there was signed saurabh in front of my number...
Me: <vowing to personally kill ALL Saurav's of da world...den rationally thinkin and toning it down to all Saurav's of India only..> Bhaiya mai kissi saurav ko nahi jaanta(na jaanna chahta hoon!) mujhe meri ticketein chahiye...aap kissi afsar (officer) ko bulaaiye..
Guard<relishing the oppprtunity to throw me out when this is over> : Achcha rukiye..
During this time, a brilliant thought came to my mind (NO he hadn't left the paper there so I cud sneak a peek at it and quote a different unsigned number...) THIS WAS A BUSINESS...I mean ...u see da HT Contest...go to their office..quote a fictitious number..da dumb guard will say"Yahaan to YEH likha hai" n u say..."haan haan..sorry...woh jeetne ki khushi mei galat bol diya..hehe"...n take da tickets, sign n flee...as simple as dat...all it needs is..a bit of pluck...n I have BITSS of pluck...nywaz.. I realised I had been duped..n first admired da courage of my dupers...den cursed dem..n den wowed to do da same thing at the premier of the very next movie dat hit town...den I accepted my fate...n chided myself for even thinking I cud win a movie ticket in some dumb contest...but then I congratulated myself..that technically I HAD won the tickets..even if I cudn't njoy dem...I thot of the free tickets...da great movie...da smell of butter popcorn...
Officer:SIRRRR...SIR!! Are you the one who has come to collect the tickets?
Me:<with trepidation> Yes...
Officer: Whats your number?
Me: ***************
Officer: OK. <fishing out an envelope> Here they are..please be there by 7.
Me: <dying on the spot and then coming back to life> Hmm...thnx <feigning confidence..n I-knew-it was-all-a-mistake>
Thanx bhaiya.
Beautiful guard: hmmmm....<in private conversation with the God of throwing out people>
Fast forwarding to the next day...afternoon. The only detail required here is dat upon being informed of winning, I had called a gud friend to come watch da movie wid me...n he had happily agreed(Who wouldn't want to go to a free movie premier..rite?!!)
WRONG. OH SOOOOO SOOOOOO WRONG. Da guy messages me at 3 in da afternoon.....n tells me he is busy in da evening..n to go f*** myself (actually he asked me to njoy...bt da meaning is same...)
Ok. I understand..(although I don't..I mean..Who wouldn't want to go to a free movie premier..rite?!!) There was no hope of getting anyone else since there are very few people here...n evrybdy has his/her plans....so...to drown my sorrows...I hooked up to da internet...n lo n behold..what do I come to noe dere...our guy has already gone and seen da movie at another hall...n good friends are supposed to stab you in the front...dunno HU makes dese crazy(but impressive sounding) sayings....
Nywaz..jo ho gaya so ho gaya....I wish he'd told me about his plans...but in da chracteristic Indian style...he kept me as his backup...if dat dint work out..he'd have gladly gone with me...one bird in hand...one bird in bush....
But all this makes me think how sometimes...we are so near our goals...n yet so far....how sometimes a wish remains unfullfilled even after being fulfilled...Call it fate, call it destiny..or attribute it to the almighty God...somethings are just not meant to happen...like Bill getting blown by Monica in peace...Bush making a speech in perfect English...India getting rid of reservation......n me watching the movie premier of Pirates 2.....!!!
PS: If u r da"friend". All this is a work of fiction and bears no remblance to anyone living or dead. If it does, then it is purely coincidental and the author shall bear no responsibility of physical, social or psychological damage due to the same.
7/1/2006 Chaar baje Band bajeIts 5.30 am.
n I'm up.
Though nobody knows I'm up
Except perhaps YOU now.
But that can't hurt me...can it..?? HAHAHAHHAHA.
I hope I have succeeded in giving you the impression that I am Mad....now all that is left is to assure you that its temporary...(came on a bit strong up dere I think).
Well I Am mad about the very fact that its 5.30 n I am up. I mean WHO....dats rite HHHHUUUUUU...that is to say WWWWHHHHHHUUUUUU in his rite mind gets up at 5.30 am in his holidays?? Nopes...Not me. I dont even get up at 5,30 when I DO have to go to college...
Well, such is da dilemma of life. You are never able to get up when you WANT to...
Actually, it gets worse... I woke up at 4.30...tried to sleep again...bt since ther was ABSOLUTELY no reason for me to stay awake...I cud not go to sleep. Got on da internet..hoping for mail..that too deserted me...not even spam!! n on oder days, I get a sore thumb hittin the delete button..life is just soooo Not Fair.
Nywaz, so I signed in to messenger. Lo n Behold. 2 of my very gud frnds wer online at this unearthly hour...I thanked the Lord, n Blessed my firends..n said..HEY!!.
Heres da rest of da conversation:
after 5 minutes
me:GUDMORNIN!!!
5 more minutes
me:<nudge>
2 minutes
me:U dere?? <nudge>
2 more minutes
me(gettin angry now): HULLLLLLOOOOOOOOO
me(feeling cheated): <nudge>
You may not send a nudge that often
You may not send a nudge that often You may not send a nudge that often You may not send a nudge that often me(cursin steadily now):
Why you @#%^&** moronic fools, why the hell do u hv to be signed in if u dont reply. I always thot u wer !@$#$%$%^%^%^ but now u have proved it...you silly little @!#$%^%$^%^.....
<nudge>
You may not send a nudge that often
You may not send a nudge that often
Hmmm...after being subjected to such cruel and insensitive behaviour, I realised I just cud NOT expect any meanigful Realtime interaction at this hour (why it took me so long?? I am an optimist you know...)
So I started reading blogs. The first two to catch my roving eye were..coincidentally...(!!) the same 2 personages mentioned above...n now they have the honor of having their blogs littered with many..ahem..well placed comments...
N den I came to my Blog (SPACE le lo..hapy Billy Boy??)...n what do u noe...there was a comment...from guess who....???!!!! (NO....Not from those 2 yaar..I am pretty sure now that they are asleep..although it would have been very interesting to say it was from them n move on but....)
Nywaz, now da battery of my comp is sufficiently low.and the growls of my empty stomach sufficiently high....so.....adios
PS: you dont know the person hu wrote da comments..so no point tellin you. If You ARE da person hu wrote those comments...thank you.I love you. May God bless you.
PS2: Even my p2p software didnt work so i cudnt even download anything!!
 The feeling that has no nameIt is not very often that I am moved to writing prose (as is evident from the infrequent postings on the net), but today IS one of those days. People say there is a feeling that has no name. A feeling that begins in the pit of your stomach...and stays there...a tiny knot that keeps on rotating, maybe gettin bigger, but not perceptibly so...or maybe it is Not getting bigger, only you feel it is...well, whatever it is...I have it now. I guess it is the feeling thats is the opposite of the one that comes from a job well done. What you feel when sand just slips out of your hand, however hard you may try to hold it. The only difference is that I did not try to hold on to that sand...I let it go...and it went..and now I am feeling sorry about it. It is a unique dilemma, and perhaps one that some people would actually want....the ability to do something well...and then choosing not to do it well. It is the first part that people crave for, without realising the imense agony that the second part entails. All one can do now is hide under the idiom "Everything happens for the best", which is perhaps the best suited idiom to all kinds of situations, mainly beacause it is so existential, so passive. When something bad, something unwanted or unseen happens, it gives you consolation, it gives you hope,it gives you the assurance of a better tomorrow. A tomorrow where things will happen as we want them to happen, and we will no longer need the crutches of "Everything happens for the best". It is quite incredible how fast the mind travels the journey from euphoria to depression.I actually believe that neural impulses travel faster than light. The fall from the seventh heaven of joy to the deepest depths of hell is so..short that one doesn't even feel it, but it so real nonetheless. It would have been so nice if one did not have to work hard for success.If..just having potential meant that you would actually do well.If man did not, could not make a choice of not doing well, not trying, not givin his best. the world would be so much the better. All these lines of prose, all point towards just one thing.If you gotta do it, you gotta do it well.No excuses.No distractions.No shortcuts. So, I guess this is the parting post for this semster. I hope the one at the end of the next semester is not so blue, but then again, that depends on me.......... 5/24/2006 Work-shoppin'There are days when u feel like killing someone...and there are days when u actually go and do it....yesterday was the latter kind of day....
With a single word, I completely, totally, COMPRE hensively killed any chance of getting a good GPA this semester...!!!
Well, since I have realised that this blog is never going to be read by the people I actually want to read this blog's contents (!!!confudes??), I thought I might as well type and publish anything and evrything that comes to my mind...so the trying-to-be-different-and-comic-at-the-same-time-first-line is the result of that.
However, the contents(again!!) of the first line are completely true.
Yesterday was the kind of day at the end of which people throw themselves off cliffs (or 16th floor in my case!!),or they cry themselves hoarse...or call loved ones for consolation,or throw themselves into the arms of their lovers...arre u get it na...do all kinds of senti stuff they wouldn't normally do...
I might say that the casue of all this was......a HOLE. Now before u ppl get very wrong ideas, I am NOT talkin abt those kinda holes(!!)...i'm talkin abt normal holes, made in normal things,like the holes in switchboards for wires or switches, or in cupboards for screws and all.
Apparently, I was asked to drill 4 holes of some given specifications, which I still don't know meant what!! But anyways, 4 holes, each about 10 mm in diamter I can handle, bt apparently it was a 1 meter hole that swallowed me!!!
I wanna write more, and make it very interesting for u to read, full of witty comments and comic lines, but I just don't have the time or the patience, or the strength to relive yesterday again, so....if u have been unlucky enough to read dis till here...my apologies for wasting your time..
However, I promise to put up some poetry soon enough for all those who watch out this space( zero at last count...xcept maybe tushar...naaah even he's not THAT wehla)...so till den.....cheers...!!!
3/5/2006 It says it all...In this jet age, of fast cars,faster planes, even faster internet(though not mine!!), people.... you.... me.... very conveniently forget, or maybe forget to think what true love is all about...about how important...n how all encompassing it is...
so of all the so called 'hilarious' n 'chain mail' types post that is delivered in your inbox, n some of the occasional friendly mush, you find smthin thats like outta da wrld....you have to do smthn about it...n although i'v mailed this to almost all the ppl hu i think shud read this...in light of da fact dat my image has become much maligned due to my (ahem!) frequent mailing of da crappy stuff mentioned above, i am posting this beautiful beautiful poem here...njoy....n haan...thnk u aatish!!
Each year he sent her roses,
and the note would always say, I love you even more this year, than last year on this day. My love for you will always grow, with every passing year." She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away. He always liked to do things early, way before the time. Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase. Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours, In her husband's favourite chair. While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there. A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate. With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate. Then, the very hour, The doorbell rang, and there were roses sitting by her door. She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock. Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop. The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain, Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain? "I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago," The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know. The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance. Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance. There is a standing order, that I have on file down here, And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year. There also is another thing, that I think you should know, He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago. Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here, that's the card that should be sent to you the following year." She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard. Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card. Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note. Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote... "Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone. I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome. I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real. Or if it was the other way, I know how I would feel. The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life. I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife. You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need. I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve. I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears. That is why the roses will be sent to you for years. When you get these roses, think of all the happiness that we had together, and how both of us were blessed. I have always loved you and I know I always will. But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still. Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days. I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways. The roses will come every year, and they will only stop, When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock. He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out. But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt! To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him and place the roses where we are, together once again. Sometimes in life, you find a special friend; Someone who changes your life just by being part of it. Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop; Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world. Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it. 12/2/2005 BITS n pieces (of my life)Beauty lies in the eye of the beer holder and frustation in the heart of the engineering student.As if potentially fatal doses of physics, chemistry, maths and thermo wern't enough, one of the great droughts faced by engineering colleges is that of gud luking females ...
A typical day in d life of an engineering student consists of 8hrs of study, awful hostel food, followed by another session of studies, where upon the student realises that its the next day and he has to go back to the first session of 8 hour study...
I usually dont get bogged down by all this, but a typically heavy day, elevated me from my mundane engineering student act and in the maths period following the weekly sunday test ( that i had screwed with usual aplomb), i was moved to poetry...
Here was what was born (of my frustration):
When life becomes too much,
an interminable road of despair,
when the end is right in front,
but you just can't get there (wah wah),
When doubt and gloom
threaten to drown you in sorrow,
when your whole existence just seems....
......so hollow...
when days are just ghosts
that melt into the black velvet night.
When the lungs are choked,
and every breath is a fight.
When fear grabs the heart,
and tension takes over the mind.
When life becomes a riddle
whose solution you just cant find.
When hunger for knowledge
begins to starve you to death,
when you let out a curse
with every single breath.
When tests are not just tests,
they become a threat to life,
and the marks that you get
fillyour life with strife.
When realative grading
seems a boon no more.
When the breath feels havy,
and life becomes a chore.
When the maths period
is a time for poetic vent,
after a period of EG
that leaves your back permanently bent,
BE SURE...youve reached....................<guess>
Introducing.....chemistry (poetic style)From the first poetic "uaan uaaan" of my life, i have been a fan of poetry (ofcourse not those that were a part of my curriculum at school). It is quite amazing what great poetry one can find on the net, that is not written by any of the ''greats" or "keats"or ''ÿeats'' that are the so called pillors of english poetry.
Perhaps some of the best creations are those that are a mix of both Hindi and English (and as u will see later..a bit of chemistry!!). So after all the ODES to autumn, summer, urn etc. , here's arvind's (thats not me) ode to....chemistry...(especialy for organic haters like me) : Na Ye Chemistry Hoti , Na Mein Student Hota |
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