Around The Corner

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.

And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.


And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

- Charles Hanson Towne


Remember to always say what you mean. If you love someone, tell them. Don't be afraid to express
yourself. Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you. Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late. Seize the day.Never have regrets. And most importantly,stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.

Sulk ... !!

 

He is at work today. It’s the 5th time in a row and he is walking again to the coffee machine. His peers is finding it strange. He never drank to much of coffee. What was he upto? No one knew . Did he? ; perhaps that again questions his capacity to justify his own notions.

He comes back to his desk; gives his best shot to focus hard on the computer screen. He is expected to do it. But then something is terribly wrong. Something isn't usual. He has this some weird training scheduled in the latter half of the day. He rises up again; take a walk along the bay. One his peer just walks upfront him down the elevator, He smiles, pretends hard to look normal. But perhaps his pretention is trying hard to prevent defying him.He walks downstairs to light a cigarette. This was the 7th since morning. He never smoked too much.

He comes back to home at evening. Restlessness still adorns him. He makes best possible attempt to let it go but it denies every suffice attempt. He is scared. He is eagerly desirous of shedding his current state. He thinks of running away from himself. He tries sleeping;assumes it might help. The ticking sound of clock is hurting him. He cannot sleep. The meager thought of his presence scorns his state of acceptance. "Is this me ??", he thinks. He can feel the grumping noise of crowd mocking him. He wants to shut them up with a thud. He feels like shouting back at the world. He feels like escaping his presence. He tries lighting a joint;moves to the balcony. No way its helpful. He starts sulking. His eyes speaks his sleepless state.They are dim, heavy, red. He just can take the toll. He is not prepared for it. The sulk becomes prominent. But for this baby there is no one to wipe his tears. No one to offer him the warmth. He is pining for the comforting whisper which used to say to him "Its Okay.. I am there for you .. !!"

He is longing for that hand that taught him to walk into the world. He is in pain. He is terribly missing her. He knows it - Time will not heal the wound. It will only Blunt the edge. He lost his mother last week. He can feel it now he has lost the world.

Trisha

Desperation/Irritation seeks a blowhole if it really exceeds its Pre-decided quantified proportion but for Trisha it wasn’t really the case. Trisha had been one girl I have known who knew to stay happy irrespective of the situations she was put into. She was one girl I knew who never espoused. But then some bare, abrasive realities of life can move even sterner stuff. She was only a girl who had been here for last 24 years. Just 24 years.

[Ring continues …………………….. ] This is was the 8th time she was calling him. 8th time in last odd 3 minutes. Desperation, Dejection, Irritation ..  probably even she failed to figure out the exact emotion she was gulped in then. This hasn't been the first time he wasn't receiving her call. The service provider's IVRS had irritated her. But she kept trying like a battling pongo patrolling from room to balcony and balcony to room again. She had a presentation to make in the office next day. She cared less..Why.. Perhaps a big question with a simple answer - She Loved him. Restlessness is one human trait that one can hardly blot out. She loved her way beyond excess and more importantly she trusted her more than she did anyone.

It had been 3 years Trisha was in a Relationship. And 3 years I believe is strong enough. For the matter of fact that it had been the longest I have seen a relationship striving through the lowly dusty world where assumption was more practiced than perception. But for the last six month things weren't placid. There had been problems but Trisha knew it; this time it was different. She had been trying to reach him for the last few days. But he never answered. Every night she returned to office with the a cerebration that probably this day he might pick up; but every night she slept with a pain in the heart; a pain that was selfish; a pain that she felt was hard to express;a pain that became strong and audacious with the every passing hour of the dark.

"bbrrrrrrrrrrrrrr……………..brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" The vibrating sound of the cell phone did away her sleep. Finally he called. Like a mirthful child she picked up. "trisha, I think we should call it off. take care Bye", he spoke. Before she could reply the call got disconnected. She wanted to speak. . She tried calling him. All that she could get was the IVRS again. She knew it was over but the heart installed inside the human torso just denied to accept. She was standstill. She couldn't move. She tried to speak. Her voice grew weak. She tried to cry but the tears did deny to roll out. She could feel the pain. She could hear her heart beat.."This was all..??", she thought. It took 3 years to build a relationship and not even 3 minutes to blow it all… Is this all love is about… She had questions,she banked her assumptions but now she sought explanations and more importantly she sought HERSELF..

 

One Summer Noon

"Damn it...Damn it...Damn it.. This ain't the time God" that’s what exactly he thought looking grumpily at his punctured cycle. "It is already 50 minutes past 10 grrr grrr !! " Cherry did the reckoning and he had exactly 25 minutes to rush to the station or else she would have gone...she would have gone for ever. No he wasn’t conceiving the thought to be another Shahrukh Khan running behind her, chasing the train; which the math suggested that since they were simultaneously running in same direction with the speed of train being more than him the probability that he would ever catch up was way too large beyond the boundaries of computational feasibility of modern day science. And by large you don’t expect a recently passed 10th grade student to do it.

She wasn’t even aware. The only thought that kept him looking out for a bicycle repair store was her resplendent face that kept propelling around his eyes. His last chance to see her ever. It was a bright summer day, scorching heat but what mattered then for him was that one last moment. Cherry was tired; he was profusely sweating; he was thirsty but his spirits never died. Ferrying a punctured bicycle wasn’t an easy task through the lowly streets where the half of it was shrouded by the fruits vendor and the rest half by the city daily trash. So figuratively speaking there was hardly any space left. Finally appeared a small, belittled mercantile establishment that repaired punctured tyres too. With a sense of gratification he approached the owner, "Bhaiyya can I get my bicycle repaired??"... "yeah ,but it will take some time; I am busy with the store account and chotu is oiling the toolkit" , the shop man answered in a bounderish tone.  " He could have been polite I wasn’t despoiling his store", He mumbled to himself. He wanted to kick him for his rudeness. He could have but then it wasn’t the time. Disparaging his agreement to his tone cherry spoke in a soft voice. "Bhaiya I am ready to pay double" "Aye chotu let go the toolkits mend that puncture first" , The guy shouted back. This time his tone had some wax. Cherry knew this would work because no one pays double for a bicycle puncture. Chotu looked at him as if he had offended his leisure hours. Who the hell cared?? Finally the bicycle was restored to its swinging condition. Cherry perceived the watch. It was 11:05 am which meant he had exactly 10 minutes before she would have left for ever; before the train would have departed. It wasn’t a time for the soliloquy.

Paying the store owner Cherry hurried through the narrow streets like some equestrian competing for a national level race. The Railway station wasn’t far enough. He parked the bicycle at the parking lot and hastened to the ticket counter. His dad always told him never to board a platform without a platform ticket. Well, what he saw did away his idea of buying the platform ticket. There was only one counter dedicated to the purchasing of platform ticket which had almost 40-60 people queued in. "Why the hell so many people have to come to station the very day arghhh !!" he spoke to himself. Cherry had to disobey  his dad. He had to disobey him for her.

For the first time cherry was tagging himself to the word WT. He was scared; he was afraid; what if he gets caught; how would he ever explain his dad the reason a 10th grade child was groping at the railway station. C'mon there weren't any relatives leaving. His Dubious parameter was seemingly growing at an alarming late."Well lets keep that for late hours",he mumbled to himself. The call of the hour was something else. Isn't  it strange how the love or the meager thought of it's warmth injects an adrenaline into human soul. "Oops that is a crowded platform....Are there so many people really travelling.. … How will I find her?? " Cherry looked at the watch it was just 2 minutes for train to depart. He had priorities then. Serious ones. "S5.. This is S5 so right or left which way should I prefer .. Where would the AC compartments be stationed ??" He had so many questions to solve. "Damn… the boards were simple to crack", he thought…"Uncle , could you tell where the AC compartments are positioned today??" he asked a man peeping out of the window. With the kind of look he had cherry deduced uncle was figuring out a place to spit; and more importantly the typo he looked [means early 50's, frowned head] Cherry was sure he wouldn’t answer him straight. "I don’t know…Y don’t you mind your business kid." Cherry was expecting it. He strolled ahead still trying to figure out "Right ya left ?? " He turned around to find himself a stall which read "One stop door". "What the fu…??", Oops sorry in those days a recently passed 10th grade child never used that word. "what kind of title it is for a stall that sells cold drinks and water", the name kinda struck him. But then he had the least of time in the world to start researching on it. A deviation of 10 degree from his normal line of vision.. And there she was. He was elated like young kid who just found out that he can still have his share of ice - cream despite the fact that his parents proscribed it from his menu.

Cherry followed her stealthily. 3 bogies to his right was positioned the compartment. She boarded in and the train started moving like a lazy snail. "Hey", he shouted . The rattling sound of the train killed his voice. She was waving her hand to her grand parents. He started walking behind the train. She went in. He thought he might catch up one last chance to see her. He started doubling, trying to get a sneak through the window, but the windows were painted black. "Damn the AC coaches", he thought. He could barely see anything. He kept doubling. Cherry thought she just saw him though the windows that just passed by his side. He slowed down; He had overrun the platform. The train had gained momentum. He kept waving his hand. "Probably she saw me .. May be she didn’t.. May be she did.. May be not …" That’s what his mind was acting on[No wonder they always seem to be on some equations] as far his heart was concerned it was happy; it was smiling. It wanted to see her for the last time...to bid "Good bye.." for the one last time...

Why Twitter ??

Well that’s a big question which demands more than a suffice convincing answers. So I will try to help it with some ideas of my own [well tats what Preetam the music director would have said :D] The rudimentary question Why twitter ??.. And the fundamental answer ; with the advent of the word "Social Networking" the means to practise it is changing every chronic season. It started with hi5, orkut.com (a dead soul now) then grew up to Facebook (with miniplayers like QQ, Myspace,  xyz also hanging out in same space) and now Twitter. Well I have been using twitter for quite a while. Albeit I publish nonsense but then there are some serious players who consummated the idea. I have been looking for some answers for "WHY TWITTER??" After some descent amount of online studies probably I cooked something and google.com had beens such a relief. [and dare you doubt google.com :D]

Twitter comes from the word tweet which means a weak chirping sound of a small bird. So guys who like gossiping and fussing about every sadistic and gregarious nonsense; well that’s TWITTER for you. To be honest, my first impression of Twitter was that it was for folks who had way too much time on their hands who narcissistically wanted to broadcast every random thought that crossed their brains.[As if someone cared how theirs morning coffee tasted; if they had a proper shower; if they slept well and freaky stuff kinda] While this may be true in some instances, there are also some very smart, professional, forward thinking people whom I respect who are using Twitter intelligently. Yep dude, you heard me – I just used the words “intelligently” and “Twitter” in the same sentence. ;) Amazed, Bewildered, Astounded.. Well see for yourself

1. Microblogging

This one is obvious, but in the rush to put Twitter to other uses, many people forget its first use as a micro-blogging platform. And it is still one of the best uses. It's easy to make a quick telling the world what you are doing, how good your morning coffee tastes or how bad your lunch went.But then you must have sufficient followers to respond you back "Oh it feels nice that you had such a ambrosial lunch". For a news blogger, the 140 character limit in Twitter can be extremely liberating.

2. Quick answers

The idea of crowdsourcing has never been so quick! You can ask all sorts of questions to the Twitter universe, from what is the capital of Alaska to what people think of a particular brand of condom. [I am sure they might just poke up there too] the underlying fact is the more friends you have, the more detailed answers you will receive. [Because humans love to poke :-)]

3. Finding a job

Whether you just got laid off or you are sick of your current job, Twitter can help you get a new job. Not only can you announce to the world that you are looking for employment,[do not expect multinationals' call but you are bound to get empathies [@username don’t worry dude you deserve better as if they are some kind of prescient] but its said many companies post their job openings on Twitter.[I haven't seen any or otherwise I might have to widen my gaze :-\]

4. Keeping up with the news

From newspapers to magazines to TV stations and cable news, it seems everyone is adopting Twitter as the coolest thing since sliced bread. The coolest part is that it makes Twitter a great way to keep track of news. Sachin scored a double ton today and its on twitter flooding your wall but then this has again a byside - [someone has to watch news/match/event to holler it on twitter and as a matter of fact every second person is doing so.]

5. Arrange a lunch with friends

Twitter can be very useful for arranging a time and place for congregation. It's like a conference call with text messaging. The interesting thing about Twitter is that it feels like an intimate IM session, but it’s actually not private at all. So, if you have a regular lunch date with a group of people, or just want to arrange a get together, Twitter can be a great way to nail down a time and place that works for everyone[Because people find it such a pain in ass to log on to gtalk client these days]

6. Find out what people really think about the latest movie

Twitter allows to use the search feature to check out what the buzz is on the latest release at the theaters. Sure, you could check what the critics have to say, but their opinion isn't always in line with what people actually think of the film. Twitter can be a great way to find out if the movie is a bomb or a bust, so you don't have to waste your money on a real dud.[That's why albeit Raavan performed pathetically at theatres it downsized the loss in Indian Economy; and moreover I don’t see JrBachhan tweeting these days too :D]

7. Becoming involved with politics

Barack Obama laid the profound notes, and politicians are increasingly turning to social media sites like Twitter. Not only is this providing a great way for politicians to get the word out, but it is allowing them to stay connected to their constituents.[Doesn’t really matter; they hardly visit their constituencies after elections]What better way to tell your senator what you think about a key vote than to send him or her a tweet? [Why not Mr. Minister?? After all everyone has a broadband connection] But politics on Twitter goes far beyond just following politicians. The Iran election crisis showed what a political force Twitter could be as it not only allowed Iranian citizens to break through the walls Iran hoped to keep up around the events, but also let people from around the world show their support by turning their profile pictures green.[So next time honorable Shivsena wanna protest against Maharashtra Government's import laws they should probably consider the idea of turning their twitter account WHITE rather than overturning tons of milk]

8. Keep up with your favorite team

Twitter's search feature can be a great way to track trends or keep up with a particular subject. And if you are a fan of sports, it can be a great way to really connect with the team. Not only are many sports players on Twitter, but you have the media, chairman of sports committees' and millions of fans to keep you updated on the latest and greatest. Can't get to a TV when your favorite team is on? Just follow the tweets on Twitter. Not only will you get regular score updates, but you'll get some fun color commentary to go along with it.[Probably our very own IPL chairman would have conceived the idea to be fanciful but Sir ,Tweet is just a technical version of chirping and the world is so longing to grab an opportune moment to get behind people's arse]

9. Helpful outbursts, or in other words, screaming your rage

We've all had one of those days, whether it was someone pulling in front of us in traffic, or getting served the wrong type of coffee, it is sometimes these little things that can put us in a bad mood for the rest of the day.The sagely advice is to let it out, but to who? It's not like most places of employment have a handy punching bag, and it's probably not smart to vent to your boss. SO then ?? Welcome to lalaland; that's where Twitter can be really helpful because it lets you rage to millions of people.[Of course no one is interested if you are taloned in a heavy mumbai traffic though you might just feel elated…byside some idiots may pour in some sympathy tweets too.]

Just remember to watch the language.[Probably no one is watching you too].

And last but not the least

10. Fun and Games

One of the most recent activities that is becoming popular on Twitter is the use of third-party games to interact with Twitter accounts. For example, Spymaster allows you to create your own spy ring using your followers as spies. You generate money for your spy ring by completing tasks either solo or in real-time with other spymasters.[The money that cant even buy you your dinner :-\ ]

So I hope by this time you might have enough reasons to answer out Why Twitter

P.S - The Bracketed thoughts belong to my brash intellectually incapable mind so you can avoid it :-) for everything else there is google.com

Happy tweeting :-)

If you consider to join twitter post reading this or you are already on twitter  you can

http://twitter.com/Anshu23k

Mess

Its 11:30 pm. And I have clearly no idea what I am doing. Talking on the physcial perspective I am online; signed in throught client for gtalk and simultaneously have my facebook acount logged in; though I still say I am so eluded. Every day I login facebook almost 10 times; makes the thefty scan through all the post. I clearly do not intend to like/comment even a single post; havent updated my status post since a month;have'nt uploaded any pic; hardly activated my so offline chat service. In short I am dead on social networking grounds. But this is not weird. What is a real bizzarre is that I log on to it almost a score times daily. Even when my snaily internet connection denies the every aspecting of establishing a secured connection I try hard.

But this is not hard. Hard is the fact to believe why I do it. Why the fuck I do it every now and then. My gtalk status shows I am practising silence; but that’s a cover I suppose I used to hide myself; but then this is not important. Important is what why am I doin it?Am I dodging myself from the world. Am I trying to cast aside the so called social group I have made. God these fanciful name. They are such a mess !!

Residuals

Finally this is it. With the last stroke of relentless satisfaction the last end semester exam ended yesterday. The very obvious logical deduction "COLLEGE is OVER". I came out of the examination hall with no such great expression as that of an inexorable human being. The only viable reason was the randomness of the question pattern of Distributed System. But then it was the grand finale and definitely called for the celebration. The crackers roaring high, the excitement among the students, the juvenile spirits of the vernal crowd left no stone unturned to override every effort of the management committee to confine these spirits.

Amidst all these effectual ceremony I was walking alone lost, confused, and more importantly amazed. "God…. is this it ? College is over. This means no more sleeping late night and waking up to late lectures, no more bunking, no more long chats, no more long duration calls." I realized all these years we craved for the end and when the end is here we are all so bungling about to accept it. This is really a frenetic show.

The inutile time prompts me to write but then about what is the very question that my mind denies to provide me with a suffice respond. But then there is a heart installed in this torso. And thankfully it did answer. It asked me to write about the adept things happened with me around. And when the list of idyllic affairs come to picture there is nothing more better than a vector of a few people around me. And now my soul is feeling a brisk compliance to write about them. probably will continue with this post in some tym ...

CID and 3 Idiot The climax and anticlimax

Prologue - this story is purely fictitious and moreover adapted from some website. Any though to consider it my own is strongly discriminated .. !!

After Rancho suddenly disappears from ICE, Raju and Farhan Decide to call the world famous CID.

ACP: Ohh MY GODD !!! Rancho Gayab hai !! Abhijeet, Daya...campus ko acchi tarah se CHECK KARO !! Woh zaroor koi na koi suraag chhod gaya hoga !! (Shaking his finger)

(After searchin the campus like a pair of buffoons...Abhijeet and Daya find out that Joy had committed suicide 4 years back in the campus...)

Abhijeet: Sir, Mamla Gadbad hai...Yaha kisi joy naam ke student NE aatma-hatya ki thi 4 saal pehle. Lagta hai woh aatma hatya nahi...khoon tha...aur shayad khooni yeh rancho hi hoga !!!

ACP: OHH MY GODD !!!

ACP: Yeh joy ki kabar khod ke uski laash bahar nikalo...aur use forensic lab me leke aao...Dr. Salunkhe zarur koi na koi baat ughalva denge iss murde aadmi se !!

(after fredricks does all the digging and brings out the dead body of joy...and the next scene is of the forensic lab)

Dr. Salunkhe: ACP, bahot jaldi laash laaye tum...isse kuch bulvana mushkil hoga...lekin tum tension mat lo...tum Dr. Salunkhe ke lab se khali haat nahi jaoge..koi na koi raaz toh pata chal hi jayega

(after playin with some colour changing liquids)

Dr. Salunkhe : BOSS...tumne kaha isski maut suicide se hui hai...main kehta hu..iska khoon hua hai !!

ACP: Salunkhe !!! Mazaak ka waqt nahi hai !!...yeh kaise ho sakta hai??

Salunkhe: BOSS...sab kuch mumkin hai !! Yeh dekho...(shows him his star-trek type computer and does some really fast typing)

ACP: OHH MY GODD !! (still shaking his finger)....toh phir yeh baat hamein kisi NE batayi kyu nahi ??...ek kaam karo...uss principal ko yahaan leke aao bureau me...AB kya sach hai..wahi hamein batayega !!

(virus is brought to the bureau)

Virus: Sssir, mujhe yahaan kyun bulaya hai...Maine kuch nahi kiya

Abhijeet: sach sach batao...uss raat campus me kya hua tha???

Virus: sssir, main sssach bol raha hu...mujhe kuch nahi pata hai??

(daya gives him his special CHAMAAAT !!!)

Daya: Ab yaad aaya kuch???

Virus: Haan Sir, sab yaad AA gaya...Bata ta hu...sab Bata ta hu !

Fredricks: (constipated look)..sir.. daya sir ke chamaat me toh jaadu hai...iska 'sssss' kehna band ho gaya

ACP: Fredricks..chup raho !!

Virus: uss raat sab logo NE gay party ki thi....sab log apni underwear me campus me ghoom rahe the....main bhi tha...lekin mere saath koi flirt hi nahi kar raha tha...isliye main bahot gusse me tha...phir Joy aaya aur usne mujhe uska helicopter dikhaya...Maine uska helicopter gutter me fek diya..toh woh rote rote apne room me chale gaya. Aur next din humne dekha toh uska murder ho gaya tha...lekin aap please yeh baat kisi se boliye mat...college ki badnaami ho jayegi...

ACP: hum kisi ko nahi batayenge... tum hamare saath co-operate karo

(virus leaves)

ACP: yahaan kuch toh gadbad hai daya....aisa kaise ho sakta hai ki campus me khoon ho gaya aur kisi NE CID ko bulaya hi nahin??

Abhijeet: sir shayad logo ko pata hai...ki pehle police ko bulana chaiye...CID ko nahi !!

ACP: Aur yeh kaise hua ki khooni campus me AA gaya..aur campus se khoon kar ke nikal gaya??

Vivek : Sir, shayad yeh bhi ho sakta hai ki khooni koi student hi ho?

ACP: haan vivek...kuch bhi ho sakta hai...kuch bhi (shaking finger)..ek kaam karo abhijeet...phir se campus me chalte hain...aur acchi tarah se check karte hain...yahaan daal me kuch kaala hai !!

Abhijeet: sir daal me kala nahi...puri daal mere jaisi kaali hi hai !!

(they reach the campus in their ol' faithful qualis which changes colour every episode...but the number plate is still the same...and daya slams the breaks....SCCHRREEE ECH !!)

ACP: Abhijeet, Vivek tum pura campus CHECK KARO....Daya tum iss campus ke saare DARWAAZE TOD DO !!....Fredricks. ..tum sab logo ko tumhare jokes se entertain karo...aur main yahaan baith ke apni ungli hilata hu....chalo sab apne apne kaam pe lag jaao !!

(after checking the campus)

Vivek: Sir, yahaan aiye....yeh dekho...yeh ek chatur naam ke ladke ki diary mili hai sir...isme likha hai ki woh rancho aur rancho ek dusre ke dushman the...aur woh rancho se badla Lena chahta tha !!

ACP : (shaking finger...as usual)...OHH MY GODD !!! AB yeh Chatur kaun hai...aur iske room se itni baas kyun AA rahi hai !!...Good work vivek !!...iss evidence ko forensic lab Le jao !

Abhijeet: Haain !!! Sir, dheere dheere sab pata chal raha hai...shayad se iss chatur NE hi joy ka khoon kiya hoga !! Aur rancho kahaan gaya...usse hi pata hoga !!

ACP: Toh bulao iss Chatur ko Bureau mein...isse hi pooch ke dekhte hain !!

(chatur in interrogation)

ACP: Rancho kahaan hai ??

Chatur : I Don't Know Sir !! Mujhe nahi pata !!

Abhijeet: Dekho Sach Sach Batao !! Hamein yeh diary mili hai tumhare room se...isme saaf saaf likha hai ki tumhein rancho se jalan thi

Chatur : (over-acting) ...mujhe nahi pata hai sir !! maine kuch nai kiya hai

(Daya gives ONE TIGHT SLAP and the chair spins)

Chatur: Haan haan...maine hi khoon kiya tha joy ka...kyonki usne mechanical helicopter banaya tha project me...aur maine sirf paper ka rocket banaya tha....boo hoo hoo !! Lekin phir woh kambakht Rancho aa gaya...usne mujhe dekh liya tha...isliye maine usko bhi gayab kar diya

ACP: waah...kya plan banaya tha...lekin afsos tum CID ke saamne kamiyaab nahi ho paaye...ab banate rehna plan...JAIL me...Tumhe toh FAASI hogi FAASI !!

Delusional

We always hate what we do and always do what we hate. No big wonders. I know I should be studying for the last paper of end semester which is scheduled on Monday but then something happened and I am here albeit nothing big happened.

This is strange but then we all do it. We rise up from our bed and the first thing we do is log on to gmail account. But its facebook’s era so let’s check what is in there if any new request; new wall scribes; comments on the notification; how many people likes the post and blah and blah and blah .. Facebook perhaps we use it even more than notebook.. Tech world and Tech people .. O.o  Well that’s the morphological aspect of the new and dynamic world.

Well this is what I see... I see two people from my friend list liking.. “Maine Btech li and Btech ne meri li”. I don’t know if this post had become more extreme out of the unnatural sarcasm that we often try to exhibit or if it’s really the deep melancholic depression that we undergo. As far as I am concerned I am clueless. This has juddered my thoughts on this issue. For now I don’t have an answer for it... Let’s see if I can come up with something in next few days. 

Anshu's 24th

Life Offers u Bastards, Fuckers, Assholes, Rapist and Friends. But for me the all four chassis was packed into one. 23rd may my Birthday :-) . O.o I forgot Tejal’s too. But then birthdays happen, what’s so special about this one. Why the hype? Perhaps this is special. Last semester, Last year this is bound to be exceptionally different.

The anxiety of being badly mutilated by the GANG was very much lingering in my mind since a day and the thought was so apparent that my facial muscles denied the every aspect of concealing it. “Anshu, you look worried bro”, Alok asked. Perhaps he got my feeling. He had to; after all he was 2 pegs down. 10:50, 11:10, 11:25, 11:42, 11:55 the clock was ticking and so was I. “C’mon man they can’t be so unrealistic. They are no rat ass”, I mumbled to myself. But then the way I had slaughtered Mahesh and Batra a week ago juddered my fundamental cogitations.

12:03, the ring on my doorbell. It was the time. Came in the mischevious six. To name the bastards – Abhinav Batra( The main Lead) Anuj Deshmukh, Ankit Soni, Hemant Agrawal, Raghav, and iCena (the prefix “I” was conferred to him cause of his special fondness to Apple Products). I wasn’t pleased. Batra had found his hard solid ID’s shoes. I was scared. But then I was helpless.

The birthday time - “Happy birthday to you .. happy birthday to you ….” the background tune helped scarcely in subjugating my worries. “God save me.. I need an angel… Castiel where are you” [Too much of supernatural series OMG] I mumbled to myself.. But seemed God slept early today !! Finally it was the moment.

The entire cake was on my face “someone hold the hands… someone take the legs into account.”The voices from the hoodlum got prominent and it began

Round one – people like cruel savages attacked me like hungry beasts.. The only thing I could feel was Batra’s Shoes which hit my ass cleavage every time he set himself up. My babies were tired. I gave up my resistant.

Round two - the Clasps holding me exchanged their turns and mid season break was over. I resented but the show was so rampant it was hardly evident. I gave up again.

Round three – Some beasts were still hungry. They quenched it too. My asses were on fire; though I couldn’t feel a thing. Neither love, nor pain, nor hatredness, nor agony..in chaste words I was gone dark .A couple of moments; I gained sense. I was mirthful. Like a young fucking child finishing up his midterms. “Finally this is it.. It ended” .

But no… Bastards didn’t end up there. They stormed me. I didn’t believe it. “Take off your tees man”, Batra was proactive again. A bottle of spoilt milk especially for this occasion. “What the fuck???”, I gruelled at them. But the list didn’t end up there. “Fattttthhh …“, and I could see egg shells over my belly and yolks disgorging down my eyes, nose and lips…” Congratulations Anshu someone just hit an egg on your face. “Hell man” by the time I had ended uttering ‘man’ I heard 2 more similar sounds; and found my hairs and my back joined the party too.“This is getting ug………hhhhllllyyyy …” I did hardly finish. It was Turmeric aka haldi. “What the hell… God!!! Hope this ends soon”. Now it was flour all over my body, belly hairs. Anuj ransacked the polybag again. “Now what’s that??” Toothpaste …argghhh !! And finally the finishing touches of the spoilt milk again. I was semi clad in my shorts sitting down like a fucking helpless idiot. No one pitied. No one helped. No one mercied while I was being butchered; While I was being raped; While I was being savaged. Soni was filming my official murder. God I hated them.. “so this is it??” A yes in unison confirmed it was the end of the MMS scandal. :P

Finally I entered the bathroom with a sense of unfathomed reliability but I was wrong. Batra was there too with the bottle of mustard oil. “The Grand finale”, he uttered and unturned the entire bottle on me. The spoilt milk, egg yolk, haldi, flour, toothpaste, cake, and finally mustard oil - a perfect recipe for a birthday dinner.

As I had said it was Tej’s Birthday too, so we just geared to drop in her a surprise!! She didn’t expect it. Well - “Expect The Unexpected” that’s what life offers us. Right Tej??? A dirty sanctimonious ceremony at her place too; the description of which needs a little more space.

P.S [post scripts in between sucks but then this is no ordinary] - Birthdays aren’t complete without gifts. Shreya and Rajat thanks a lot for that wonderful card and especially the picture frame. Love you guys. Aai (Tejal’s Mom) thank you very much for the shirt. Its simply fabulous. Love you not for the gift but for being so caring and loving :-)

Perhaps this is it. Not everyone is butchered, not everyone is mutilated so it’s special for me. I enjoyed every moment of the assault. Finally this wonderful journey ends here. Last semester; Final Year. The college ends in no more than 3 weeks. Don’t know where we end up but these days are gonna live forever. These bastards have become an indispensable part of my biography. It’s said, “Events however momentous or insignificant tends to erase themselves from human mind” but with the constraint only if you allow. This was simply the best, splendid and a candid piece of marvel. To all the fucking assholes who left no stone unturned in making this the best one - Love you Guys .. cheers !! O.o Forgot !! For Tejal – Happy birthday to you too buddy :-)

The 24th year of your existence comes up once in your life and it’s gonna be durable for me and when I say this I mean it “Life Long”

Cheers to Life and cheers to friends !! :-)
The official SAVAGE link

The interview with GOD.

Wonder not why I was pulled away from my beautiful dream. It was a message tone that actually did away my idea of sleep.[Cell phones – they have become such an indispensable commodity] Semi clad in my drowsy state, I groped my hand to get my cell phone. Anyhow I managed to pull it up to realize it was a sms from guriya, a friend of mine which read “Dude m leaving for Bangalore. In the train and my tickets not confirmed :( ” The use of that brisk smiley/emoticon left me with a smile on my face. Guriya has been one person who  knew the best use of smileys.  “What the hell?” I grumbled to myself. I buzzed her to know if she was well and at least managed to acquaint herself with a seat. It’s just 5-6 hrs journey from Chennai to Bangalore but then you need someplace to rest your butt in. Seemed like she had a place to sit. With complacency in my soul, it was time for some serious thinking. “7:20 am God, it’s been days I woke up at this time; what the hell should I do”. The nihility of any valid and resurrecting actions forced me to log on to my Gmail account. Taking into the account my 256kbps bandwidth I thought I had enough time to actually look for my specs; and by the time Gmail would have been successfully cached to my system.

“Interview with GOD” – “what’s that”, I thought. gazing at the only unread mail. I could see an URL redirecting to an embedded flash content which said “this is gonna be inspiring”. I forwarded it to most of the people figuring out in my Gmail contact list. “Man this is awe-inspiring. This has to be on my blog roll”, the thought was so lifelike I could barely elude the idea. All credits to aman for forwarding this masterpiece to me.

The a/v read as follows -

I Dreamed I had an Interview with God

So you would like to interview me?” GOD asked. “If you have the time,” I said. GOD smiled. “My time is Eternity .. What question you have in mind for me?”

“What surprises you most about mankind?”, i asked.

GOD answered –

“They get bored with childhood ... they rush to grow up and long to be children again.”

“That they lose their health to make money and lose their money to restore their health”

“That by thinking anxiously about the future they forget the present such that they live in neither the present nor the future”

“That they lived as if they will never die and die as though they had never lived”

GOD’s hand took mine and we were silent for a while and then I asked, “As a parent what are some of the life’s lesson you want your children to learn?”

GOD replied –

“To learn they cannot make anyone love them; all they can do is let themselves be loved”

“To learn that it is not good to compare themselves with others”

“To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness”

“To learn that it takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in those they love and it can take many years to heal them”

“To learn that a rich person is not who has the most but is the one who needs the least”

“To learn that there are people who love them dearly but simply do not yet know how to express/show their feelings”

“To learn that two people can look at the same thing but still see differently”

“To learn that it’s not enough that they forgive one another but they must forgive themselves too”

“Thank you for your time ,” I said humbly “Is there anything else you would like your children to know?”

GOD smiled and said, “Just know that I am here” ................................    “ALWAYS”

The Crystal Ship

We aspire, we expect we evolve;  perhaps the brayed realities of human psychology. I aint' a philosopher but this is how by far my sense of logics and deductions goes in. But then what if some expectations aren’t answered. what if some aspirations aren’t met. I still remember back in 2004 when I was the editorial head of my class magazine; it was me who backed the title "Expect the Unexpected”. But then I never actually gulped in the gravity of this word.

Why am  I writing about the Expectations. Because lately I have discovered perhaps this human cognitive emotion grows exponentially and even if u differentiate it the tangents ain't smooth. This is one area I have hated consistently; even more consistent than my academics.

I remember I had a course in my 2nd year named Financial and Industrial Management. Heck I never cared about it. It had a unit which now reminds me of the Law of Demand and Supply. It stated - Supply and demand is an economic model of price determination in a market. It concludes that in a competitive market, price will function to equalize the quantity demanded by consumers, and the quantity supplied by producers, resulting in an economic equilibrium . Generally, when demand exceeds supply prices of a particular item or service are generally higher and when supply exceeds demand, prices of a particular item or service are lower. Expectations fits into these prototypes but with the alteration that u can never meet the demands of Expectation with your supplies.

I have seen people getting into relationship and by the end of a year moving out of the ride. And when I have had a close set of inspections at it ; perhaps I found this expectations hanging up there in somewhere. Most of the relationships chafe because we start expecting; we start demanding. A little closer look manifest that it’s this expectations that nearly curbs our freedom and space. It grows and the liberty closes in. These pragmatics of life perhaps make me scare of relationships.

Some expectations makes us smile while a lot brings in irresistible pain.Some makes us feel exuberant at heart while another set brings in apathy. Perfections isn't common.
Nevertheless this crystal ship has learned to stay afloat..

Saturday's HOUSEFULL

What do we do when we have plenty of  inutile time?? most of us start criticizing and if one can write probably you pick up stuff and pen down a critical appreciation on it. I choose Housefull. Well this is my first attempt as far as writing critical notes are concerned. Last time I did this I was in 10th grade then and believe me I ain't good at it; probably I should be allowed to intromit the fact that m' gonna be the last person on this planet you would be wiling to hear; because I really suck at it. But then I guess everyone is having a hand on it why not me ??


I and Krishna had this wonderful honour to accompany Tej to Houseful because it was her plan. We were done with our lab exams so the event demanded a celebration. Housefull was Tej's obvious choice and Krishna and me are really helpless when it comes to princess's choice. :-)


Half awake half asleep still lingering in our semi-clad dreams we boarded the rickshaw. While two of us were as lazy stale as a rotten egg ; Tej was brimming with smile and exuberance. Well no complains that’s how she is Lovely and Jubilant. But sadly the guys accompanying her were the laziest dogs on this earth who loved sleep and IDLEism more than any other practised virtue. We reached E-square just in time [Thank God Dhii realized that we were getting late and shunned her some %tage of adornment]. We entered the screen only to realize that Housefull was really housefull. “Man this is already critical”, I said to Krishna. “Yeah”, he replied back. Finally we took the seats - Tej in between and two drowsy sadist at her either side.

We supposedly entered  a few minutes late.The scene was where Akshay Kumar was trying to  propose Malaika Arora Khan and  ended up doing some real unnatural sorts of behaves with the song "He is a loser " in the back ground. The entire screen was roaring with laughter while I could only utter what a loser movie and more lost was the acting. 

• Acting

Akshay Kumar is as usual monotonous with his so called trying to flint rib-tickling comic acts. Boman Irani had been impressive at some areas while the rest is nothing well appreciating. Ritesh Deshmukh seems a sidelined actor with Lara Dutta trying to support him. Jia Khan looked  good in traditional suit but swim suit – she sucked. The only good looking face was Deepika Padukone who after her trimmed hairs look summer cool and trendy. Arjun Rampal seemed impressive with his so called Hard and tough look.

• Summary

 So, on one hand we can see Akshay, who is acted as a 'loser' trying to win over Deepika Padukone's angry brother Arjun Rampal. On the other hand we can see Riteish and Lara playing husband and wife who are trying to seek respite from Lara's estranged father Boman Irani. Now what is to be seen is how the duo's tryst to convince the relatives leading to happy ending has been compiled with series of hilarious instances in the film. The first Half has useless “hahahaha “ scenes while the second half is better.

N.B After the  first half, I only wished Tej would have taken a little more time to get ready.

• Music 

Music composition in 'Houseful' has been done by Shankar- Ehsaan- Loy which includes re-composing of a popular number 'Apni toh jaise taise' from Amitabh Bachchan's film 'Laawaris'. Mika did bring in a new touch to the track. Nevertheless the track “I don’t know what to do”  and “Loser”  speaks of itself. “Oh Girl you are mine” looks good on screen while “Papa is sleeping” has been quite popular because of it slacky tune it carries with itself. All in all a ok music.

• Cinematography and direction

Spare me people.

• Conclusion

Its a slapstick comedy film involving lots of confusion and error of identities; nevertheless much was expected from Sajid Khan who has been literally claiming from rooftops for weeks now that he has made the year’s biggest blockbuster. Though he has not entirely let us down, you do wish he could have opted for a more innovative plot. Just hang in there for 2 hr 50 mins for some exchange of laughters and if you have kids they are gonna love it.

As far as me and Krishna was concerned really we were sobbing at hearts. But then we had nothing to loose because we had Tej accompanying us. In fact we enjoyed more after the movie but it’s an another tale which require more space and time.

Four Years thence

"Small Moments makes Life big" someone said ; Idon't exactly remember who !!! :P. College makes a man out of you and guess what some one was moving to college. Yeah it was me moving to college. Like any other teenager I had thoughts, I had fancies, i had imaginations. The idea of being in college made me more happy and less homesick. College would mean more freedom; more liberty; and more importantly a whole lot of new chicks. The thoughts lingered in his mind as I was boarding my train. 

The first day in college  - 

We were taken to a round trip MIT campus. "Where the HELL am i  ??" ;  I whispered to myself . It seemed to me a dejavu everytime I loittered around. Physics Department, Chemistry department ; Department of Applied Science..  " What the Fuck ?? "; I whispered to Anurag. [Well seems like i need to introduce someone here - Anurag Sharma, a Petroleum Engineering Undergraduate, the first person i befriended at MIT pune ]  "Its just the beginning bro", he replied with a hint of sarcasm, which i could not get then. [I was pathetic at sarcasm then]. It took me a real one week to get familiar to places. I have'nt been to Jantar Mantar - the famous archtitectural masterpiece at Jaipur and New Delhi. But believe me MIT was no less than it.

After the so called "Knowing The Institution Better" session ;my first day at college[Officially]. The idea of attending a college lecture had kept my spirits high. [Though then i never knew what the word HIGH meant :-P]. I eneterd the class. It was a civil engineering lecture. The class was brimful, and after a close set of inspections i found a third bench for myself. This is after a long time i was heading on a third bench; God i was missing my last bench]. The class had same boring introduction. But then after it began a Discussion  - which was the best and more appreciated Engineering Discipline. The raw set of engineers looped in deep emotions and faith to their discipline. [And perhaps first time i felt how emotional was engineering community of Inida. Wether they get wasted or make the best of it; Engineers worship their discipline] Since it was a civil engineering lecture the voices of civil engineers were a little prominent and loud. The Electronics were a small bunch but with big surprises. and heavy contentions. Computer cult was not difficult to identify; generally the first benchers with heavily numbered glasses and a die-hard committed-to study attitude. They seemed to,in perfect harmony, whispering "Go to hell morons !! We are occupied ". As far as i was concerned i guess i had watched enough of parliamemntal discussions in my early age and i knew what best could have been done. Listen, Hoot and Enjoy and believe me i was a master at  it. :-) .

Mechanical Engineers are said to be one of the most Violent/Dynamic/Reasonable cult. [Well forgive my generosity towards them. Just a personal feeling ]  And they proved it. People werent failing to pitch in their arguments , justifications, explanations. Amdist the near to perferction hew and cry an innocent, dewy-eyed voice struck  my attention. "Sir i guess the mechanical Engineering Discipline is the most important one because we arent anything without machines and this bunch innovates it". "Wow !!! " , I exclaimed there is some girl who rose her voice amidst the set of platoon officers. I was least important in her reasons and justifications.and equally cared less the ramifications for wooing her. I just leaned forward to find out a young girl of my age with innocence adorning her, a purity surrounding her and a mirthfullness reflecting around her. I smiled. [sorry no words to express my smile. Its just a feeling beyond words]. The next 30 minutes i hardly  cared which cult actually wins; as far as i was concerned a voice spoke to me, " Well Anshu you have your first crush there. Cmon man act !! "

Finally the lecture ended like a parliament session in amazement with no conclusion but rather a diplomatic epilogue by the lecturer " Guys we are all equally important" and i could only say , "What a waste ".  Nevertheless i got a reason to attend lectures.  A reason Rise and Shine .. !!

The Mid - Day Post

Past the beautiful meadows, Life was so resurrecting. Lively Beautiful and mirthful. Green leaves, patch of meadows, Birds humming; That earthly smell, Perhaps now i know what is awesome. Events however momentous or insignificant tends to erase themselves from the human mind.

A sharp noise and i realized all i was  doing was dreaming. Perhaps now i know what is a DREAM. A mid-day dream. God I wish what i saw would have been a reality. Life there was so satisfying. There was a song in every heart and if the heart was young it was on lips. There was a sacredness in soul and if te soul was young it was reflecting.

Compared to what i have here, the same set of compnents which now comprises my laptop, The disinteresting cell phone and set of artifacts which i define as LAZINESS. 

Life was much better there. How i wish i never woke up .. !! 

Congratulations Buddy : :

This is sick..This is lame..This is Pathetic

Perhaps This is It ..

It was a long time since a terror strike ..and it happened yesterday night. Perhaps i never felt the surge until it took place under my ass. It happened yesterday night.. at Pune. German bakery - one of the most happening place in Pune. To add to the grace of the event it was a saturday, being valentine eve. The crowd packed place. Someone was rejoicing, someone took his family out on dinner, someone was in whimp of the valentine fancy, someone was having fun with his group of friends. People in all shades of blue. And suddenly a shriek, bang. Flames adorned the street. a moment later it was painted Red. And then followed a terrible prolonged silence. No-one was rejoicing, No one was in a fancy, No one was hanging out.

Congratulations Buddy - You succeeded in your attempt. Well done man. Once again you blew the freedom. Many Many congratulations. You just made someone orphan, you just killed someone's husband, you just made many cry over their beloved's corpse. You were amazing man. You made tears rolled down a millions of cheek. You just installed a demonic configuration in several hearts. You just made an impertinent statement. Well Done dude ..

Pune used to be a very silent place, away from any kind of chaos (except the one carried out by some political demography). But like Love, Terror too knows no boundaries. The bomb, which killed nine people and wounded at least 57, is seen as the first major attack on India since the 2008 Mumbai massacre and appeared to target Indian and foreign tourists. The deceased have been identified as a brother-sister duo — Ankit and Aanandi Dhar from Kolkata, T. Sundari (Bangalore), Vinita Gadani (Mumbai), Shilpa Goenka (Kolkata), Shankar Pansary (Pune) and Gokul Nepali — a waiter at the bakery. Terror didnt see the domicile. It didnt see a Maharashtrian, a Bengali, A North Indian, A South Indian. No it didnt see any of the faces that some of the political demographies saw. It came , It saw and It conquered ..

Even now if do not curb our own antagonism, Perhaps people like this will continue devastating humanity, and we will be only a show stalker.

I do not want to plea to anyone .. Authorities announced that the families of victims killed in Saturday's German Bakery blast in Pune will receive a ompensation of Rs. 500,000. Is this all we want , Is this all we hoped.

AFA i am comcerned its high time we stop TALKING and start ACTING