Thursday, November 29, 2007

The Battle Royale

It was three down A, B, C, on 26th november. We were about to start preparation for the fourth day of the seventh battle of modern times,the end semester, right here in IIT M. My self and a friend of mine took his notebook to begin with,which had -Hariram, Totaram written on the cover, the name funny enough to make you imagine a soft and flowery literature inside. But when we flipped it over, it was all dark and demoniacal. . Both of us saw each other and could not find appropriate words to speak and stared back at the book. And it began......Combustion, Flames,Equations, Detonations........scripted in more than a Hundred pages. Slowly we flipped through, more than an hour passed, and i was still trying to visualize a Flame drawn with a blue pen in colors, when a third guy came. He sat on the bed while we were on the chairs, and pained from his own life, uttered a few irrelevant words. Then he asked what we were doing. In reply, we gave one or two technical terms for the name of the course followed by a full line of pain and disgust.He said," oh! you poor duals!!

When i recall what happened next, it shows up in slow motion and blurred...
abusing him and giving all sort of justifications for me being a dual,spitting out advantages for being a dual....his running short of words over and over friend pulling me back to read....flames looked more distorted then.....

that day later i kept on retrospecting what actually made me into that situation,confused, full of rage for nothing and thought about the phone call on which my counselor convinced me to take mech dual in iitm....the four years, the slides,the pseuds, pseudos, the cuppers,....friends, the fun, the fight i had a day before with one of them....i was just scrolling down the memory lane when Gtalk pinged

what is the velocity profile in a turbulent premixed flame!!

i just flew to the bed to catch the Hariram, and struggled to get the page, it was a long way to go to reach it after what i had completed. I saw the time, it was 12....then there was a knock on the door,i opened

hey! wake me up at 6 da

i could not say anything but to laugh at, three more windows pings as soon as i laughed....

the next day, in the exam i got combusted fully, found myself sitting on the flames as they just want to burn me down to ashes.....

oh ya!!! ashes,smoke---pollution, B slot,air pollution control :(((((((((

Does it need to be ironic enough!!!!!the words we speak , things we recall, nowadays,someway or the other relate to really shitty things,things we hate....

It all ended today, the last one,and knife edge on the neck finally pierced through. But i stood up smiling, with faster than ever steps, ran back to the hostel, just for joining all in here....for a big shout-- HURREY!!!!!

Sunday, October 28, 2007

An Inconvenient Truth:Part 2

I looked up from what I was reading, he was staring at me with his slowed down speaking speed. He stumbled at few words and looked back at the slide to recall…..but his stare did not bother me, in fact I stared back, because it was at least the hundredth time it had happened. Unfortunately this time I was at the first bench, so had to keep my novel really low under the bench (lol) as his one hand, with a gold ring, which was just somehow breathing under his thick finger’s radial pressure, was on my bench. At times I turned back to look what others were doing. There were four, two of them absorbed deeply into their FICTIONS, one in deep sleep and one just waking up. Towards my side, one bench across, there were two: one not even thinking of mitigating his wide smile, and the other one lost in his day dreams, with eyes wide open stuck at one point. All of a sudden he shouted,” Sir, what is the meaning of the last sentence? , which gave a jerk to our sleeping man and passed on a current in “Sir’s” mind as he explained the full slide just a minute back. When he saw all his pain going in vain, anger and grudge made him ran out of more words and the scolding we waited for weeks just grew up to a broken sentence, which was absolutely of no credit for our Day Dreamer and he was back to his dream.

Back to square one, new slide, he came towards my bench, leaned on it looking past my head and I was also starting a new chapter. Again I turned back to see if there was something new. Yes, there was, all four were sleeping. Then our “Sir” tried to recall the name of any one of them to, u know what? To wake them up!!! He succeeded and called up a name, one head raised and the worst of all happened. He threw up a question on his expressionless and surrendered face and finding no respect for his question as well as for him, he himself surrendered and told the answer. After a minute, all the four were in deep sleep.

It ended on the THANKYOU slide, but I got a feeling of dread as I tried to imagine the full season of the same class yet to happen!!!

May be one day things will change,
He will know things better,
He will speak interestingly,
We all will try to listen, with hand cupped around our faces(:P),
We will enjoy the class,

Then that Wide Smile will be justified and we will be expert in Solaar technology!!!

Or may be one day we will accept the Truth that all the above hopes will NOT come true :( !!

Thursday, September 27, 2007

the perpetual call :( just crossed all limits of torture for me.....ten calls to me in one morning and even one to our prof in the class.9940012600, this is the one i am talking of.This has not only been treated as "the number" all around me, but is a cause of so many nuisances.Hell!! a day before i grudgingly decided to listen whatever the operator(female voice) speaks.I pressed 2 also for listening in english. I decided to accept the offer of hello-tunes also.But then, the list played all the tamil songs.Packed it and tried to have quick nap as it was 45 mins to my afty class.Worst was yet to happen ,when i just dozed off, which changed :( to :((((( Two more calls in 15 mins!!!!!

Earlier Air - Hell (name changed - a justifiable change) used to have a different number for torturing which i stored under the name "pain".But now..thanks to the frequency they have been calling with....u just got to have a quick glance on the receiving call, numbers 00 in the end and one 6 somewhere in between and a gut feel of the impending non sense will make it happen!!!

I doubted whether this post itself is justified or not, whether this number also can be blocked or not….so I called 121, had to listen carefully to the operator to reach up to the “customer care executive” and grumbled like anything to block this number. With no surprise the reply was ridiculous.”Sir, please type DND and send it to 121 and this number will be deactivated within 45 days!!!!
What could I say more…….

LOL for those guys who pay for getting their missed calls list(when the cell is switched off)!!!

But one thing to be acknowledged, the company follows the motto very well...EXPRESS YOURSELF :)

Monday, August 27, 2007

Random thoughts..... , credit: IIT

[i know that the title is the same as infinite other titles in the blogger circle,but still.....may be this shows the lack of creativity and innovation...well then see the last two words of the title :P]

Mind bustles and hustles....just for the one day...

We will wait for the day....that one day...

One day when n people will get n answers to their n questions...

One day when somebody will stop questioning......

One day when we will laugh the whole day.....

One day when somebody will clear all my doubts...about myself, about my friends, about my college,about SOLAAR energy...

One day when all of us will mock each other......

One day when somebody among us will write THE BOURNE LEGACY ( the sequel to the trio)...

One day when we will start listening to our own alarm clocks....

One day when we all will be knowing all languages......and will stop saying Tamil Teriyade....

One day when the Auto walas will stop paining.....

One day when the Prof will stop stammering.....

One day when there will be no Pseud putter...

One day when we all will fight to sit at the front bench.....

One day when the paperboy will drop the right paper.....

One day when the monkeys will show at least slightest amount of respect to a man...

One day the electric powered bus will run at higher speed......

One day we all will become Professionally Ethical ...hmm.. Engineers (if you want to add).....

One day when we all will see the sun rising at the sea coast......

One day when somebody will tell us why Quizzes are named so.....

One day when we all will sweep our rooms......

One day when we will stop counting days....

One day when we will think beyond us, beyond friends, beyond family,beyond life.......

And One day when we all will shout in Unison..........Thu *#amma

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Just to write!!

(the readers are expected to bear with the post as the writer is faltu and free enough to write on simple and boring things :|)

It is not very tough nowadays to find the old people venting out their legacy of survival. How it used to be in their times? How slow? How cheap? How good? When they see things happening today, sometimes with surprise, sometimes with disapproval, they start the stories to their kiddies (who listen surprisingly) and to their friends (who listen sympathetically).

I had a few anecdotes in the recent hang outs with my nana-nani. Though it was all cliché in some sense and not new to me, still I listened curiously. The reason was the words spoken. Words, make you imagine a picture which is far more impressive and retainable than a real tangible “picture”. It will hustle through all your memories of images/movies and remain among the mostly visited and wanted ones (:-O). The power of words they call it as.

Reading one of most beautiful writings in the past weeks proved the same to me. Then I started comparing the two: reading a story or watching the same story as a movie and found the advantage reading has over watching, Words, while showing the picture, make you see each and every part of it. That is, you may ignore some part of the picture while seeing but words won’t allow this, which intensifies the effect and make you feel.

But, there is a truth which discourages me to write any conclusion of this post. We can’t see if we don’t see…arthaat….If we have not seen anything already we cannot imagine it in a story.

Sorry for the abrupt end :D.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007


After a long long time I was back to home…..very happy…very satisfied….longing for the best food of life……for sitting with my brother and gossiping for hours…… for lounging on the couch and watch TV…..

Friday afternoon I reached there and the first thing was lunch….it was 3 o’clock. I was browsing through the channels holding a spoon in the other hand, when my mother came and asked for pressing zero……and I did so. Any guesses what was there on STAR-PLUS that time???????......last night repeat of KYUNKI SAAS….my foot .A continuous and disturbing sound of drums and cymbals…..while the camera focuses on each character (n) from different (n) directions…each shot in color and in black and white as well….….and then freezes on the Hero/Heroin of the event (five minutes for such a small scene :(().

I looked around in disgust gritting my teeth and thought….nothing has changed(except for the number of characters)…. My brother entered and saw my annoyed face…..laughed…and started teasing me by explaining what was going on in KYUNKI…

I burst into a laughter and asked whether all other “programs” (god knows how do they call them one) were similarly terrible. “Yes”, he said.” But Thank God Its Friday…TV is free for us in the evening….

Its really very difficult (nearly impossible) to justify whatever happens in any Ms.Kapoor’s family soap. And its even harder to understand how and what the lady thinks…because her small screen and big screen (Kya Kool Hai Hum) are far beyond comparison…….

She began the plethora, but now its not only her…..any serial starting with non-K letter is also the same. All moving around big families (all talk in crores),marriages, divorce, then again marriages, accidents, court cases, plastic surgery…yuck!! . The terror goes behind the screens also when….somebody married three times and never divorced grabs the Best Patni Award …..

You just don’t have to move anywhere. After one is over, you have precap of the same and then a flash for the third serial and a moment later recap of the second one. Gone are the days of the title song. They are still made but for the albums….huh…what to say more!!!

People did think differently and they did make different programs…..because “we ,the people” have lost ourselves in the Big Bang of Kapoor’s world ….we did not recognize them and responded negatively…..then what…they had to stop!!

Anyways….when a lot of transformational and unusual things are happening in India…be it in Entertainment…Yoga…or….Education!!...the human nature then is unpredictable. May be it was the first time such a large amount of entertainment started and then viewers became trapped in. Now the inertia is so high that they just don’t think of any refreshing change.

One good thing is …all oldies have also got a best pass time at home :)

So just have patience next episode (lol).

Friday, April 27, 2007

The Constant Dreamer

Is kahani ke saare paatra( ek hi hai) or ghatnayein kalpanik hain, inka vaastavikta ya kisi vyakti vishesh se koi sambanndh hona purely coincidental hai!!

This story(sortphilm) goes for a man named Ghansyam. He was a teacher in a local school called Sanmati Sisu Mandir in my town . All his life he envied of fame and name. For years he did his job with very high sincerity and diligence. This is his 10th year of service to the school and he is still hopeful, confident to achieve the success he always wished for.


“ Ladies and Gentleman please welcome …Mrrrrrrrrrr. Ghansyam”

…he climbs up the stage and bows down to the cheering applause while holding the bunch of garlands around the neck, somebody comes and handovers the mike….Sir, two words please ……… And ‘Sir’ flashes a happydent smile and grabs the mike …… and starts….audience all in silence…..mouths agape….after 10 mins of his very effective oration…..they break the silence with incessant cheers and whistles…smile regained……..suddenly this pleasant sound gets mixed up with a screaming noise!!...the smile on “Sir’s” face turns into a frown…..then eyes wide open…claps all died out….and the scream blows up……shouts ,”margaye!! Der ho gayee”…slaps the alarm clock and rushes around.


: (after 15 mins)….just putting on his silk kurta ,with his shoes and hair glowing (one with(extra) parachute and one with(extra) kiwi),golden wrist watch ,golden chain, stainless steel supari ka dabba…..right towards the breakfast table. His servant serves for him…two breads and tea(only lipton). He is still single…..when asked about marriage …tries to evade the issue.


: Same Bajaj super stops in front of the school. He parks it….and enters the school nodding to all the “good mornings”. Today is the judgement day for him, the list for faculty awards is to be finalized. Mr. Ghansyam enters the faculty room, passes a smile to everyone ….but something is strange….. “why are you people staring at me??”

“Congratulations Sir!! are the best teacher this time!!!”

All turn their faces to avoid the flash. But he didn’t smile this time… in spite he hesitatingly says, “Thank you!!” and rushes out of the room, and then towards the toilets. Releases his hesitation there…and then finally …flashes.

The whole day went in feeling the ecstasy of his dream coming true. The sound of the applause boomed for hours. Somehow he managed to cross the night with all his fantasies blooming.


: He enters the school campus with same Bajaj, but today fully cleaned, full tank, and a Jai Mata Dii ribbon on the headlight. He parks it and marches towards the main building….. still in fantasy…..he can hear the welcome song “ hosiyaar, maharaja dhiraaj, hukume saltanat, raja Ghansyam padhaar rahe hain….!!!” Pee pepepepepepeepeeeeeeeiiinn!!

On the stairs he bumps into Ms. Radha…[background](”Dekha jo tujhe yaar, dil mein baji guitar……” )

(English teacher and the only one Mr.Ghansyam has ever thought of being Mrs.Ghansyam.) and his eyes just stop at her.

She stops the stare by an, “Idiot!!”.

One “idiot” breaks our Sir’s dream and pulls him back on the grounds. He seethes in vengeance and finally utters



“Samajhti kya hai khud ko….ek baar award milne do phir batata hoon”

Climax :

10.30….Principal finishes his speech. Then a voice echoes all across the auditorium for our “Sir” , “ Now I would like to call on stage the best teacher for this year…Mrrrrrr. Ghansyam.”

Both his hands holding down the chair to help standing up, starts moving towards the stage. Mind very calm, relaxed, heart at 72 beats/min, very happy and as usual in his fantasy world with the best bogus tracks of HINDISANIMA!!

Then the SCENE1 starts again…but this time all real!!

Takes the award…and then a sweet voice, “Sir.. two words please!

He flashes…takes the mike and turns towards the goodwishers(at least 1000 in number)…. Now ….guess what….he meets hell it seems. His face turns red, the Happydent smile turns down spontaneously, eyes just staring at the crowd without even a blink. His frozen lips are not able to utter something very trivial (thank you that is).A wave a shudder starts at his toe and runs towards his hand which results in a jerk in the mike he holds……and this time his fantasy takes him to hell….real hell..he is hanging upside down and people (or zombies) are throwing all shit on him ….from paragon to VIP frenchie….. all varieties!! One sneeze from the crowd again pulls him on the ground, which is this time far better than his fantasy.

5 mins of utter silence…..produced two things only….a mug full of sweat …and two words…Thank You!!

That incident was the turn of Ghansyam’s life and also of his “neck”… he could never face anyone except the dogs….which you have to see even if look straight down on your foot!! Smileys

Friday, March 30, 2007

hamari saan..!!!

this time i thought of copying something directly from my mind..........on wht to write was already decided.......but when started hindi mein hi likhne lag gaye......sayad...hindi mein soch rahe the hum...isiliye!!

baat yaad aayi.......सन।९९५ ke aas paas ki......jab बलैक़ एन भाइट TV kholte the....
to machhar hi dikhayi de rahe hote they......नाब ghumake channel सेट karte they....paanch button they...teen toote they....सो bhai mila julu ke do button to they...jinka नाब ghumana padta tha gin chunke do teen चैनलो ke liye......DDबन, जी,Metro ...and दी like.

jaada टीबी dekhne ka sauk to tha nahi....par kabhi kabhi kuch achhe परोगराम humne bhi dekhe... maja bahut aaya..

saktimaan,tarang,tehkikaat, saanti(poori phamily dekhti thii),byomkes baksi,sri krisna,antaksari,chitarhaar,.......jaise परोगरामो se jo siksa mili ...aaj tak nahi bhuule....

tarang ne jo gyan bigyan ki siksa dii...usse hi to JEE niklii

Add philam ki to poochho hi nahii.....
Aaj bhi yaad hai....

"Arey arey deepika ji lijiye aap ka poora samaan teyaar...

ye nahi...boh...

lekin aap to bo hamesa mehengi baali tikiya ..

lethi thii.....lekin bahi kwality ,bahi kaam....kam daamo mein koi ye kyun le...boh na le..

maan gaye deepika jii..


aapki paarkhi najar or nirma super...dono ko!!...."

humare ghar mein to tab se NIRMA hi aata hai.....

or "buland bharat ki buland tasbeer.....humara BAJAJ"

Isko dekhkar...pitaji ne bajaj ko jo apnaya.....kabhi doosri gadi ko dekha tak nahii...

or to or...15 baras baad.....phir se scooter ko naya karaya..

bas ab to bhagbaan se ek hi binti hai....Birla cement se bane or Phebicol PIDILITE se पुते hue hamare ghar ko
kisi KAAMDHENU sariye jaisi local cheej ki najar na lage!!

Tuesday, March 27, 2007


This article is the repetition of what i posted on[name changed ].So,if you have already read,which i am damn sure you haven't[i am yet to get any viewer.. ]....don't hesitate to skip!!

21 years….quite a long time. But not long enough to be forgotten. Just frown for a moment and all the flashing memories boom out. Saw a lot, learnt a lot, felt a lot…..and the top of all… grew a lot. There was a time when we had almost the same world as today, same happenings, but still our face had an oblivious smile .Keeping the same situations, today, we growl and grumble about each and every thing we come across.

They call us….new generation….”the” next generation…..then the mind bustles about a lot of questions….does ‘new’ mean ‘better’ here???? Does ‘next’ mean a step up the ladder or down????.....okay…..all the same…we are growing…..that means we have at least one division …where …results are positive. Again , that is not the multidisciplinary result.

When I ponder over all these … conclusion I am able to draw(of course…differs from person to person)…..over centuries there was not as much temporal growth as it’s been over few decades. Now if we have got a sudden change and hike in a particular area (development of the science, proliferation in the materials of life, ability to curb anything which is not desirable .All in all, being the master of earth ,or may be of the near space also).…..there must be a lot of decline elsewhere. Let me elaborate….as our aim was to grow in a particular direction ……we focussed on that…and eventually we ended up having non-uniform growth in different directions. In fact, quite possibly, reverse growth in some directions.

I just switched on the nice 20th century “information box”(what they call as TV) in front of me, what is there ??? One reporter babbling something having a mob on his/her background. A bunch And a voice comes from my back….Oh God!...Not Again .I turn around and ask my mother,” What’s the matter??

Din’t you see that???

Oh…that TV news…I saw.

You don’t seem to be bothered..

Mother….there is no need to worry…we cant help it, that’s what happens day after day.

Yaa… next generation…

So, i think it’s more clear ……the decline thing I was talking about….Both the Mob in the news and the conflict among the two different viewers are the results of the decline. The generation changed, lifestyle changed, the thoughts changed, views changed…..and what about our ch____ter!! All of us saw the change and also felt it…but our fathers saw the direction of change…were upset to see it.. At times, they were worried also, but as the times passed by ….the disappointment died out.

Actually , I thought all these observations are worth discussing. Because we are the one where the transformation happened, I can imagine the next generation, they are not going to be much different from us!!

If the words above sound too mushy!!!...take this..

Saturday, March 24, 2007

The Dream

A few seconds back i was editing my really paid off i got to know my Sign of Zodiac after finishing it.I always remained confused between Cancer and Leo...because i started my life on July 21......which is the date on the boundaries of the two signs and the local tabloids don't take these dates seriously which is the source of my confusion. here is sth worth reading again...


One night a man had a dream.He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand:one belonging to him, and the other to the Lord.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints.He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of his life.

This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it."Lord, you said that once i decided to follow you,you'd walk with me all the way.But i have noticed that during the most troublesome times of his life, there is only set of footprints.I don't understand why when i needed you most you would leave me."

The lord replied,"My child,My precious child,I love you and i would never leave you.During your times of trial and suffering,when you see only one set of footprints,it was then that I Carried you."

Well...there may be a little misunderstanding on the viewer's(if any) side.The Footprints are not mine...but the author is unknown to me.......One Archies paper card having this write-up is hanging on the left side of my !!! copy+paste :)

Cup of Life

Heyy.... it feels good to enter into the "Blogger"...... a whole lot of times i committed to start writing a blog!! but it took me a BIG-TIME... i just dash it off by giving something worth reading or seeing :).

The media presently is all flooded with all related to the cup It really wonders me how far we have come.......the HOMO SAPIENS have really won the universe today. Are we the same who were always... climbing the trees .......then jumping on to other.... using leaves to eat (not to cover... :P).......but quite happy with the barbarian life.

Then here u go...... billions of us ....all in front of a silver screen(enjoying the cup)......which collects the moving figures from a metallic disc in the space above ( which has been thrown out there by us only....and moving on a path continuously and foolishly [lol])...which in turn collects it from a different point on the globe!!!! Phewww....seems BIG :) ?...or B(OR)I(N)G :O ? or just AMAZING!!

Keep Enjoying...and let me too....!! in fact nothing to do much for the enjoyment....just a click gives you all you want.

Happy World Cup!!