Height of Overconfidence

Will somebody please tell him that we are seriously BORED and DISINTERESTED?

"Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung."- Voltaire

I think he seriously follows this saying.

News and their Views

Mr. Pramod Mahajan recently being shot by his own younger brother. SAD
Him currently battling for his life at Hinduja Hospital in Mumbai. MAY LORD GIVE HIM THE STRENGTH TO RECOVER FAST.
The past few days all the media channels have been busy showing this battle between life and death on television. Where he was shot, where his brother parked his car, the route he escaped from, why he shot him, how many shots were fired, how many hit him, how many are still in his body, where they are in his body (complete with the anatomical diagrams mind you), who came to visit him at the hospital, who didn’t come to visit him and blah…blah…blah.
If this was not enough then there’s this other story about Sher Singh Rana (Phoolan Devi’s assassin) currently being aired. Where he stayed, which bed he slept on, how he escaped last time etc. And, in case you are worried, Mr. Mahajan’s story runs parallely to it. The Narmada Bachao Andolan has taken a back seat for now.
But, amidst all this another person lost his life , for whom two minute stories repeated a few times a day were all the news channels could spare. And, a small column on third page was good enough for some newspapers too. That person wasn’t a high profile politician being shot at, or a fugitive who killed a dacoit turned politician, neither had he fought for any national cause as in the raising of the height of a dam. He just fought for justice to be delivered to his daughter Jessica Lal who, eight years ago was supposedly killed by a highly influential person in front of a few obscure glitterati who consider wearing a costume with our national flag’s print on it as being audacious. But, shy away from their statements when their own ass comes under question.
He died hoping justice from a hopeless system. May Lord give him peace.

Loo and behold!!

Got tipsy in a lounge four days back and went to the left. Kept on admiring the glass wash-basin inside. Discovered the truth only after I came out.

Disgusting.....Funny!!

Classroom Musings VIII

I wrote this one during the final placement times here when some of my closest pals were fighting it out for their dream job. This time is the toughest for a B - school student when invariably you start doubting your own capabilities and touch the lowest troughs in your self-beleif and confidence levels. The worst part is that you cannot console themselves truly, because at the bottom of your heart you also don't have any clue how you would have reacted to such phases in your life.

Sitting at the edge,

on the cliff of hope.

I've seen the sun,

hanging to a bit of luck.

All it needs is a slack,

so tight is the rope.

All it needs is some luck,

to gather that hope.

The guiding light

There occur very few moments in your life when you actually feel so elated, so excited and so captivated about something that the whole world seems to be under your feet for a while. This intensity of emotions has to come from some medium which may be some action, some person or something tangible or intangible. The catalyst needs to be strong enough to incite that fire in you. Today I found that medium in my life which has ignited that dying fire again in me. After having been catapulted many a times in my life, I have finally found a reason to be proud of myself, to hold my head high against all adversities.
Life will never be the same again for me I’m sure of that.
It’s another thing that medium came to deliver a guest lecture here at our campus on marketing communications. It’s again another thing that she happened to be the
Vice- President (Strategy) of a company called JW Thompson which in turn happens to be one of the top two ad agencies in India and amongst top four in the world. The main thing is that she has left an indelible mark on me that will only be wiped by an equally strong set of emotions that time might create to test my patience.
Shazia Khan is one such person for me. Right from the time of running after the respective professor who invited her for an appointment from her water tight six hour schedule to getting the opportunity to receive her at the airport as well as dropping her back too. To getting to take her around the campus , to hopping around with her in the gardens filled with most exquisite variety of flowers which made her jump with joy has been an experience altogether. My primary aim was to extract as much as I could from her regarding marketing communications field in which I along with two other friends am going to start a business soon. It went on smoothly, the interactions, the deliberations and all until the moment that I suddenly realized that I had suddenly developed a genuine respect for that woman. Her modesty, her forceful convictions, her charms have bowled me over. The way she has motivated me today, it’s hard to find that feeling again. Her mantras of success for me:
Do the doable
Just go and get it!!
Aim for the world and the world will embrace you

These might not make some sense to anybody other than me, but if I just stick to these mantras, I’ll just do justice to myself and to her perhaps.

Classroom Musings VII

Desires

A day would come when I would laugh,
Breeze through the marshes of joy and love,
My life will have a meaning, it shall have a pause.
It shall have an existence more than a vignette,
Until then, I shall burn like a cigarette.

Burn like a cigarette as I shall be,
Fire at one end, at the other end thee,
Lord will I ever come out of this melee?
Can I be the one who lives on his own?
Free from the pain, which make me moan.

Makes me moan the things that will,
I want to go up and down that hill,
Where rays of hope shine on my window sill.
I know that day would come and embrace me ,
The gods will oblige and grace me.

Wish... I were a rock

The past few days have been very turbulent for me psychologically. Have had severe mood swings, depression, anxiety to name a few. Well, life doesn’t always follow the smoothest tracks for u I guess. I have been sarcastic, rude , cynical to many of the people around me and I simply fail to fathom why? May be it’s all a vent for the frustration that has been building inside me for a very long time regarding my life, my career and my aspirations. I wanted to stay happy, at least to pretend to stay happy to people around me so that they do not feel the heat of my erratic behaviour. But, so far I’ve been unsuccessful at that. I felt like explaining things to them as in why I was avoiding them, lashing out at them and scorning them. They too deserve an explanation being some of my closest pals but, I feel I just couldn’t explain things to them. If only I could do that to them…..to myself. If only………

Well coming back to sanity, I have been tagged by Manish and Nidhi who have asked me to name a few things I hate. So here I go…

I hate myself when I behave this way

I hate myself when I sometimes have to be hypocritical in the name of adjusting to circumstances.

I hate myself when I curse circumstances for what is happening to me rather than introspecting myself.

I hate myself when I have to lie to people to make things easy for myself.

I hate myself when I label certain people as ‘mean’ going by just the face value of the adjective.

I hate myself when I make promises to myself and them break them with ease to make things simpler to me.

I hate myself when I fuck up things for no reason when I could have handled them easily.

I hate myself when I do good to certain people and expect them to reciprocate in the same manner.

I hate myself when I try to be an honest friend with some people and end up being just another friend or rather man in their life.

I hate myself when I cry my heart out for people for whom my emotions, my existence doesn’t matter that much.

I hate myself when I try to imitate others just to give a fake ego boost to myself. I don’t need to do that . Why shud I? I know I’m good enough.

"I am a rock" by Simon n Garfunkel playing in the background. I wish I were a rock myself........
That’s enough for the night . Sufficient tormentation for myself and to those who happen to read this piece. Thanx Manish and Nidhi for giving me an opportunity to write this. It was long overdue I guess.

Seen on the graffitti board in the mess.....

Violets are blue,

Roses are red.

I need some dope,

To clear my head.

My today's hectic schedule

Rang de Basanti (2nd time) + Ride around Lko on an open top double- decker bus + Chicken Wings and Chocolate brownie dessert at Pizza Hut + Chocolate flavoured cigar from a paan shack outside cinema hall + Daaru (read Smirnoff) session at hostel roof- top ( for which I'm dashing off rite now...)

= Life is Beautiful

cya guys later when I'm sober...:D

Classroom Musings VI

Trifle Wishes

I wish I were a toothbrush,

cleaning up foul mouths,

eliminating their evil clouts.

Making this world a better place to talk about,

Giving it's people some better things to gossip aloud.

I wish I were a stapler,

binding people together,

forging relationships forever.

Making this world a better place to live in,

Giving all it's people a family to chip in.

I wish I were a bus roof,

enabling memories to be written,

being a billboard for the love smitten.

Making this world a better place to look at,

Giving it's people some better things to gawk at.

( To be continued......)

Roobaroo.......

aye saala ....
abhi abhi huaa yaqeen
ki aag hai mujh mein kahi
hui subaah main chal gaya
suraj ko main nigal gaya
ruu-ba-ruu roshni heyy - 2
jo gumshuda-sa khwaab tha voh mil gaya

voh khil gaya uulon hathaa pighal gaya
kichhaa kichhaa machal gaya
sitaar mein badal gaya
ruu-ba-ruu roshni heyy - 2 .....

Cant' beleive that we still are making certain movies that can pump up the adrenaline to the peak levels. This one is one of the best pieces of art I've ever seen!! Though some people might differ on it but that's what democracy is all about. Isnt' it??
The means adopted by the protagonists might have been too radical or rather unjustified but that's not what it's all about. It's about dealing with your own conflicts going inside your mind , one half of which urges you to discover the true 'you' and take the course of your life in your own hands. The other which pulls you from doing such a thing and always makes you look for the 'safer' side.
When somebody tries to do the 'other thing',it's not the kick of doing something different that makes him do it , but the satisfaction of doing what he always yearned for. Atleast maybe for the first time in his life he's doing something for himself, something he always wanted to do but couldn't. He's no maverick or a fearless person or a high risk -taker. Perhaps, he's trying to be' himself 'and that feeling might have it's own fears and apprehensions. But , beleive me, inspite of all those fears and maybe failures, he'd still be the most happiest person on earth. Atleast he tried to follow his heart even just for once. For a moment his life was not guided by certain variables like money, parental pressures, success, fame etc. he's just tryin to be HIMSELF and that's what will matter to him the most when a few years down the line he'll look back at what he's done and what he could have done.

Classroom Musings V

I was recently going through a magazine article regarding the plight of the Godhra riots survivors and the apathy they are still facing in the hands of the administration and society (more so in case of minorities).
Here's my tribute to those who have lost everything in the carnage. Again written in one of those classes where I turn schizophorenic sometimes and break away from the mundane realities of boredom. It comes a little late but nevertheless....

Revisiting Godhra

Walking down the good old lane ,

where I'd been before.
Looking at the black brick house,
standing naked like a whore.
I see no life no aged soul,
for they've all been muted.
The silence colours the courtyard grey ,
all the laughter seems diluted.
Whose fault was it I would not know,
their eyes all seem so pale.
The happiness, the joy are gone things now,
a blanket of gloom prevails.
The air seems heavy with dried up tears,
all I breathe is agony.
Whoever broke that little girl's toy,
will he ever pay for his felony?

Vandey Maatram!!

A photo essay comprising the tri- colours prepared by me to commemorate our Republic Day.



What we were
(The First Indian Tricolor
It had lotuses for very Indian State, moon and sun depicting communal harmony)




What we are





What we want to be







What we do not want to be










What we should try to be




What we can do....


Scale heights





Touch the skies







Excel







Express ourselves
(Remember Malini Ramani?)








Burn turfs






Go Global
(A German woman gets Indian Flag painted on her face in Dharamsala )




Friends...let's pledge to do India proud by contributing in our own special ways.

Tagged and Gagged

I have been tagged by a blogger dame called Tarni and requested to write 8 things about my dream lover.
Rules of the game are …
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.

So here I go...

Sex: Thrice a week wud do great. Has to be wid a female though.

1. Need not be a stunner. Though has to have a good taste in clothes and should be neatly dressed.
2. Need not think only about what to wear all the time. There are many important things in life besides what to wear and what not to ;)
3. Should be well aware about different issues and should be able to atleast contribute to every topic being discussed under the sun.
4. Should be a big fooodie and should be able to appreciate different cuisines.
5. Should have the courage to stand up and say" f**k you" to me if If I abuse /insult/disrespect her.
6. Should be able to tolerate and appreciate my sex teemed jokes and conversations.
7. Should be simple yet adventurous at heart. Shouldn't be mean in anyway.
8. Should try to understand me and help me do the same to her.

Perhaps that's asking for too much. Anybody out there??

Am back ...inFESTed

I have been writing this post after a very long time. Part culprit in this delay is my lethargy and the other one is the fest that happened recently at my campus. It's called Manfest (www.iimlmanfest.com) and is dubbed as one of the largest B- school fests in the country. this year the budget was sumwhere around 63 lacs as compared to 33 lacs last year. Many big names in the corporate world as well as from other walks of life visited us to give talks ranging from retailing to entrepreneurship to concentration to success mantras, u just name it.
It was all fun and to add colours to that were the shows by KK and Parikrama the rock band.
The Pakistani band Jal was supposed to come earlier but backed out at the last moment due to some visa issues. Happens....especially when u r dealing with someone really as militant and as jehadi as a rock band from Pakistan!! All the secularity.....sovereignity....integrity....unity.....democracy....blah blah of India are put on code red the moment u hear that they are 'conspiring' to perform here, that too in a religiously sensitive city like Lucknow.
Well , coming back to the point, we had a party right after a crappy DJs performance (his name is DJ Ryan straight from Germany and Dubai as the moron who accompanied him declared). If u guys are planning to invite this f**kface DJ to ur fest sumtime, never Do that. You'll regret bigtime. After his disastrous performance, we had an insti party which started at 1:30 a.m.
And man ....it was the best insti I have ever went to in the campus. The boooze was good, the babes rocked and the DJ (another one known as DJ Gaurav if I remember correctly) rocked!!
Well, I had the time of my life that day though was unsuccessful at some attempts to lure some babes to dance wid me (I must have been too drunk and tooo dangerous for them I guess!)
All of them seemed to be too tired to come wid me :(
Doesn't matter though, life mein aisa kat- taa hii rehtaa hai.
Am back to my real schedule again ...sleeping in classes and dreaming about opening my dream restaurant. Wish me luck..

Patents Blatants

Today has been a day of revelations of patent infringements for me. In the morning the daily TOI carried a report on a chinese mobike named "Gulsar" being launched in the Brazilian market. It's actually a fake clone of our very own Bajaj Pulsar and to top it all , even looks exactly like one. Will somebody teach ingenuity to China or is it just about copying , large scale manufacturing and dumping of goods ?
The second encounter was during my dinner meal at Sahara Ganj, a mall in Lucknow where we had gone to do some shopping. We had our meal at a food plaza where I bought a meal combo of a chicken 'maha' burger, a piece of fried chicken and a regular Pepsi from a stall called "Jack in the box". Only God knows what this name has to do with a restaurant? But, this is the case everywhere with these desi gone firang restaurants. Open up a supposedly multicuisine restaurant, give it a pseud yankee name and offer a brutally raped Indianised version of everything on menu. And worse still, they still have a huge target audience for that to lap up all the grub they offer.
Well coming back to where we were, all was fine....the food was yum, the quantity was filling, the Pepsi?...hmmm...well I dropped it on the floor even before tasting a drop of it. Well what struck me most was that the burger was an exact copy of a McDonald's one and the name was of a Nirula's burger!! andddd the chicken...well, I must say that after a very long time I've had a Kentucky Fried Chicken after it was forced to wind up it's operations in Delhi. It actually was a copy of the same though a bit more heavy on the palate. I guess the restaurant shud have named itself a Mc kentuckila's or a Nirulalds Fried chicken....whatever crap! But if somebody asks me, I'd go there again as for 70 flat bucks nobody can give u as much.