Mood's Wings

Height of Overconfidence

2006-05-28T16:11:00.000+05:30

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

2006-04-26T21:14:00.000+05:30

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!!

2006-04-03T14:56:00.000+05:30

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

2006-03-20T16:54:00.000+05:30

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

2006-03-13T00:56:00.000+05:30

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

2006-03-06T15:45:00.000+05:30

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

2006-02-25T00:28:00.000+05:30

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.

2006-02-18T20:46:00.000+05:30

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

2006-02-16T22:12:00.000+05:30

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

2006-02-08T00:55:00.000+05:30

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.......

2006-02-03T22:47:00.000+05:30

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

2006-01-29T00:38:00.000+05:30

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!!

2006-01-26T11:46:00.000+05:30

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

2006-01-24T17:33:00.000+05:30

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.

Need not be a stunner. Though has to have a good taste in clothes and should be neatly dressed.
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 ;)
Should be well aware about different issues and should be able to atleast contribute to every topic being discussed under the sun.
Should be a big fooodie and should be able to appreciate different cuisines.
Should have the courage to stand up and say" f**k you" to me if If I abuse /insult/disrespect her.
Should be able to tolerate and appreciate my sex teemed jokes and conversations.
Should be simple yet adventurous at heart. Shouldn't be mean in anyway.
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

2006-01-24T16:57:00.000+05:30

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

2006-01-13T21:55:00.000+05:30

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.

My point

2006-01-12T19:35:00.000+05:30

Just got hold of a mail I wrote a long time back to a very close friend of mine when he tried to convince me of getting rid of fags (which I had recently started at that time) by sending me a very harsh message online. I was in a little inebbriated state at that time (yeah...i do this sin too!!) and seriously wasn't in the mood to argue over this point. So, the best method I realised at that time was to write him back describing my point of view on the matter(every sin has a justification u see!!) . The tragedy was that we stopped talking for quite some time as he got quite pissed off with my reply. Though since than we have resolved our differences and share the same beautiful relationship as ever but I simply cannot forget this incident thru my life even if I want to, the mail and it's repurcussions that is.
It ran something like that...

" Hi,
This ain’t no justification mail urging u to talk to me as asked to abstain from. This is just to make one thing clear and drive home the point that every person needs some personal space of his own which if devoid of makes one a rebel. It automatically incites him to do what he was threatened not to do with dire consequences. For how long can one abnegate himself from things which sometimes if not always give him certain pleasures? The pleasure of being free to do what he wants to do……do what he always wanted to do .To live one’s own life. To atleast try and experience everything that life has to offer whether good or bad.

Certain people have that adventurous knack of doing things that others detest. That doesn’t always make them wrong. For others might not always be able to experience them, learn from them and most of all enjoy them. There lies the beauty of life ……unexpected, unprecedented and un-preprogrammed.

People should understand that individuals are different and it is a sin to expect from them what you never intend to do or never have the courage to do. Coz rules, regulations , boundations and above all expectations can act as anathema to some. They are mature and ADULT enough to understand what is right or wrong for them and this thing need not be reinforced upon them. I think that in mutual understanding lies the beauty of friendship which can be eternal if friendship is what friendship is meant to be. Not a clear cut relationship guided by self-opinions of others and their concerns for others. For concerns, if overdosed can also cause one to suffocate and might turn a good relationship sour if they turn into possessiveness or rather over possessiveness for the one at the receiving end.

I hope this drives the point well at home.

Extremely sorry if I’v hurt ur feelings but try to understand my point of view also."

It's now that I in my full senses realise the causticness of the mail and the impact it might have had on him for the time being. Life does bring u at certain junctures where you have to be rude at times to some of the closest people around you jus to satiate your ego I guess.

An idea whose time has come....

2006-01-07T22:20:00.000+05:30

It has to shine through all the obscurities.
Me...yet to come out with something like that but I know I will.
Photo Courtesy: Zatomm( www.foolonahill.blogspot.com)

Classroom Musings IV

2006-01-06T23:37:00.000+05:30

Here's one poem I wrote while in class sixth. The teacher had one word and asked us to write a poem on it. My word was 'Sun'.

The Dawn

The dawn comes as the sun rises,

waking every bird and plant.

And, filling their mind with happiness,

like the dreams of them have come true.

Every bird is chirping aloud,

and the flowers blossom ,

like the sudden burst of rain from a cloud.

I came...I saw...I slept

2006-01-06T15:50:00.000+05:30

Am back from hols after about a week. Itz the time when u really want to run away from everything around you. But as usual things don't always go ur way. The week went past in a jiffy without giving me time even to pull thru properly. Am realxing in every possible way since I've come back, catching up with 7-8 hrs of sleep at nite, watching movies, playin pool,listening to some really soulful songs like "Zindaa hoon " by Strings and some stuff by Rabbi and Jal also.Heavy metal has taken a back seat for a while.

Have already given in to one sin out of seven that is GLUTTANY. I've been eating a lot than ever ever since I went back home. People have already starting to point out that I'm gaining a lil' more of adipose tissues jus by lookin' at my face. Hafta start jogging soon. My new year resolution of doin' away wid fags went up in smoke on the very first day in the campus wen a friend took out a pack of Camels he got from Bangalore. This is what u call ill-will power [:D]

"On A Day Like Today"

2005-12-23T17:27:00.000+05:30

Had a really tough paper today. Won't exactly say that I smashed it....I never do that, I never can , in this paper atleast . But , it went decent according to what I had expected.

Had a debacle yesterday before exam. I had the classroom door shut right in front on my face with still six-seven minutes to go before the grilling. As the rules say:

"Door of the Examination Hall will be closed five minutes before the commencement of the examination and late comers will be allowed after 30 minutes irrespective of the time duration of the examination."

Worse still, we had one of the strictest and senior most profs inside. allmost fifty hapless souls had to wait a good ol' half an hour to get in. Worser still, somebody banged the door behind me just when the PGP chairman was there. So, I had to come in the line of fire but, obviously.

Saved my ass somehow but, couldn't manage to lead the queueing model that developed outside the exam hall. Actually the prof had asked all of us "late comers" to stand and wait in a queue outside and allowed only one chap at a time inside the room. His exact words:

" Be seated according to ur seating arrangement quickly. If u take more time than required, your friend outside may have to wait a bit longer."

Whew!! can life get worse than this?? My only relief....my campus crush standing right behind me. The only reason why I wouldn't have minded to stay a bit longer outside :)

Choose.....

2005-12-20T22:34:00.000+05:30

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a f***ing big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching fabrics. Choose DIYand wondering who the f**k you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fu***d up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?

(Trainspotting- the movie)

Obituary

2005-12-20T01:00:00.000+05:30

Today we mourn the passing of an old friend, by the name of"Common Sense" Common Sense lived a long life but died in theUnited States from heart failure on the brink of the newmillennium. No one really knows how old he was, since his birthrecords were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.He selflessly devoted his life to service in schools, hospitals,homes, factories helping folks get jobs done without fanfare andfoolishness. For decades, petty rules, silly laws, and frivolouslawsuits held no power over Common Sense. He was credited withcultivating such valued lessons as to know when to come in out ofthe rain, why the early bird gets the worm, and that life isn'talways fair.Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don'tspend more than you! earn), reliable parenting strategies (theadults are in charge, not the kids), and it's okay to come insecond.
A veteran of the Industrial Revolution, the GreatDepression, and the Technological Revolution, Common Sensesurvived cultural and educational trends including body piercing,whole language, and "new math." But his health declined when hebecame infected with the "If-it-only-helps-one-person-it's-worth-it" virus.In recent decades his waning strength proved no match for theravages of well intentioned but overbearing regulations. Hewatched in pain as good people became ruled by self-seekinglawyers. His health rapidly deteriorated when schools endlesslyimplemented zero-tolerance policies. Reports of a six-year-oldboy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, ateen suspended for taking a swig of mouthwash after lunch, and ateacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student only worsenedhis condition.It declined even further when schools had to get parental consentto administer aspirin to a student but could not inform theparent when a female student was pregnant or wanted an abortion.Finally, Common Sense lost his will to live as the TenCommandments became contraband, churches became businesses,criminals received better treatment than victims, and federaljudges stuck their noses in everything from the Boy Scouts toprofessional sports. Finally, when a woman, too stupid to realizethat a steaming cup of coffee was hot, was awarded a hugesettlement, Common Sense threw in the towel.
As the end neared, Common Sense drifted in and out of logic butwas kept informed of developments regarding questionableregulations such as those for low flow toilets, rocking chairs,and stepladders.Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth andTrust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; andhis son, Reason. He is survived by two stepbrothers: My Rights,and Ima Whiner. Not many attended his funeral because so fewrealized he was gone.
--Obituary author unknown.

Quote of the day

2005-12-18T17:34:00.000+05:30

"Don't steal,
The government hates competition"

Question of the night

2005-12-17T03:06:00.000+05:30

Where did u last see this pic??

Genius is what Genius does

2005-12-15T19:41:00.000+05:30

"I stand at the seashore alone and start to think. There are rushing waves, mountains of molecules, each stupidly minding its own business, trillions apart yet forming white surf in unison. Ages on ages before any eyes could see, year after year thunderously pounding the shore as now. For whom for what on a dead planet with no life to entertain. Never at rest, tortured by energy; wasted prodigiously by the Sun, poured into space, its might makes the sea roar. Deep in the sea all molecules repeat the patterns of one another till complex new ones are found. They make others like themselves and a new dance starts. Growing in size and complexity, living things, masses of atoms, DNA, proteins dancing a pattern ever more intricate. Out of the cradle onto the dry land, here it is standing, atoms with consciousness, matter with curiosity, stands at the sea, wonders at wondering, I , a universe of atoms an atom in the universe."

RICHARD FEYNMAN

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps......

2005-12-15T16:11:00.001+05:30

Have been watching 'Coupling' for quite some time . For the uninitiated, it's a British adult comedy based on the lines of the utterly American 'Friends'. Six guys , hanging out at a pub(for a change) and discussing the most superfluous stuff you can ever imagine. Even if you are a big Friends buff(like me), take my word for it ......this show rocks!! It is though a bit more explicit in it's approach towards the three letter word that starts from "S" and ends at "X"with an "E" thrown in between (oh!! did I just say it??).
The main buffoon here is a character called Jeff who is much like Joey in Friends. Well though Joey was kinda more horny, this chap perplexes me with his behaviour, whether he wants to do 'it' or not.
I also like the title song of this show. Check out the lyrics...

You won’t admit you love me.

And so how am I ever to know?

You only tell me

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

A million times I ask you,

And then I ask you over again.

You only answer

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

If you can’t make your mind up,

We’ll never get started.

And I don’t wanna wind up

Being parted, broken-hearted.

So if you really love me,

Say yes.

But if you don’t, dear, confess.

And please don’t tell me

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

If you can’t make your mind up,

We’ll never get started.

And I don’t wanna wind up

Being parted, broken-hearted.

So if you really love me,

Say yes.

But if you don’t, dear, confess.

And please don’t tell me

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

It does reinforce the fact that love surely comes with a price, to pay later ;)

Classroom Musings III

2005-12-14T02:08:00.000+05:30

Blank

She looks at me with gloomy eyes ,
reminding me of all my lies.
Her cold stares cut through my soul,
and with all the emptiness inside me,
life seems like a pitch black hole.
The promises I didn't keep,
the nights that she didn't sleep.
All are killing me deep inside,
for there was something....something I had to hide.

"L" freezes over

2005-12-13T22:37:00.000+05:30

"A winter's day-
in a deep and dark December
I am alone-
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock, I am an island.

I have my books
and my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armour
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb,
I touch no one and no one touches me."

(I am a rock by Simon n Garfunkel)

Whoooo.....Lucknow is freezing man!!
Planned to have that ever elusive bath today in the afternoon. But it seems that the forces of mother nature are all up in arms against me. Tommorow will be a test of my will power.
Hope that I'll succeed.
Amen

Classroom Musings II

2005-12-11T11:51:00.000+05:30

Life beyond grades

Way beyond the classroom dumb charades,
where instructors perform endless ballads.
I've discovered life a little more,
wherein lie it's subtle trivialities,
unmeasured by the scales of 'F's and 'D's.

Classroom Musings I

2005-12-11T11:33:00.000+05:30

Ladies and Gentlemen, Introducing to you the obscure ,unfathomable collection of all the scribblings I do in my classroom lectures at the back of my otherwise, spotlessly clean notes copy. This series shall henceforth be known as Classroom Musings.
Here's a poem written by me during one of my boring lectures.
It's called "Spirits"

Through all the upheavels,
I've come out.
Through all the endless tunnels,
I could shout.
Through all the mediocrities,
I've raised my head.
Through all the enmities,
I've forgiven the dead.

The soldier in me will fight for himself.
He will bear the pain of the blades,
He will survive the eternal crusades.

Going long and absolutely bullish on it..

2005-12-09T08:25:00.000+05:30

A Hundred down.
One twenty four more to go...

In Between....

2005-12-08T23:02:00.000+05:30

Ctrl C + Ctrl V(ed) from a friend's blog.

Only one way to describe it....Brilliant!!

The birth and the death

The existence in between

The life in between

The induction and the convocation

The farce in between

The knowledge in between

The marriage and the divorce

The misery in between

The joy in between

The prologue and the epilogue

The gibberish in between

The magic in between

The intro and the outro

The noise in between

The music in between

The asleep and the awake

The nightmares in between

The dreams in between

Suffocated,

Trapped in between.

Waiting for the release,

Have to find it within.

Of CATs and Dogs

2005-12-08T17:47:00.000+05:30

One recent word that has entered my daily usage vocabulary is the hindi addressal for the canine species "kuttey",courtesy a friend. Itz been a long time that we have called each other by our names. A nice addition to our portfolios after CAT.
Maybe IIM Lucknow is really going to dogs.

Freebird as I am...

2005-12-07T00:50:00.000+05:30

"If I leave here tomorrow

Would you still remember me?

For I must be travelling on, now,

’cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see.

But, if I stayed here with you, girl,

Things just couldn’t be the same.

’cause I’m as free as a bird now,

And this bird you can not change."

(Freebird by Lynyrd Skynyrd)

Lines I could relate myself most with.

Maintaining relationships is something I've found most difficult to deal with. Still trying to figure out whether I've been wrong or whether it were just the things that went against me.

Educational Guillotines: Are they killing someone’s aspirations?

2005-12-05T17:27:00.000+05:30

I have been trying to ignore this topic for long and for better of my sanity and for those few unfortunate ones. Those whose half life is spent trying to figure out what they actually want from their lives and the other half somehow trying to adjust and deliver in a muddy situation they have crept into while still chasing the great Indian dream. The dream that their folks and the so called civilized society around them has gotten them into. Which tells them that the world around them is wilder and murkier than they had imagined? That the only refuge from that abyss is to get into a good degree course like engineering or medicines or an MBA afterwards if they somehow deluge you. An engineering degree and an MBA one make a great combo, you have always been told that haven’t you? And better still if they come from the great IITs and the IIMs of our country. And if you have them both then nothing bad can ever harm you . For sinister things normally do not trouble those who work hard or maybe slog is the right word.
And to save you from such situations numerous angel’s workshops have come up around your vicinity proudly claiming themselves as coaching institutes. The guys who get through the good ones are normally referred to as the cream of the student community. And the rest are probably left dejected to suffer and toil in oblivion of their own. To compete with this cream community and to prove their mettle on their own. And even if this wasn’t all another breed of second tier institutes are beginning to raise their heads to help one get through the acclaimed coaching institutes entrance. The simple logic is that every one wants to get a share of the pie even as a scavenger and rake in the big bucks that come along. No wonder it has reached an industry like status in India.
“Does your child have it in him??” shouts a slogan for an acclaimed coaching institute every morning in the daily newspaper. The ‘it’ here refers to the caliber to get into an IIT or AIIMS or an IIM. My question is what if a poor soul doesn’t have it? Does that make him or her lesser mortal being? Can’t we leave the students alone and let them think for themselves for a while? Don’t they have the right to choose what they want from their lives? And this applies to parents too who perhaps are equally burdened with the pressure to see their child in a safe zone where the trilogy of name, fame and money comes in bundles. They also perhaps get a sense of satisfaction and a place of pride in the society too. Perhaps they cannot be blamed for them and perhaps they can be. But the person who suffers the most is the poor student who is asked or rather forced to live upto the dozens of aspirations being counted upon him. Those who make it through become the darlings of everyone around them and suddenly splurged with limelight. Those who don’t are looked down upon as failures and a zillion fingers are pointed on their capabilities and are again asked to go through this tormented journey for one more year in the name of preparations. And if earlier they had missed out on the chance to join an angel’s workshop perhaps get it this time around. Some even crumble down and go to the extent of taking their own lives and are labeled as weaklings in the system who couldn’t handle today’s competition and the pressures (read challenges) that come with it.
Recent news paper headings are filled up with some prospective changes in the educational system hoping to do some miracles for the already over stressed student community. But will mending a few links in a chain improve the situation? The bottom line is that the whole system needs to be inspected right from the very beginning with emphasis on the student’s benefits and not from someone other’s gratification point of view. It’s high time to do something about this educational guillotine that’s killing a young one’s aspirations and his soul but still asking him to stand up and say:

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
(The Invictus by William Earnest Henley)

Whether he needs a psychologist for guidance or the people around him do? The question still needs an answer.

I'm not on SMS

2005-12-01T13:43:00.000+05:30

It sumtimes irritates me to see so many "I'm on SMS" statuses on my yahoo messenger.
A chap on my list has never changed this status for God knows how many decades.
Just wonder if all supposedly active users put on "I'm not on SMS" as their status.
Can things get more mundane than this?

Beauty of Anticipation

2005-12-01T13:38:00.000+05:30

Didn't sleep thru the classes the whole day. Was expecting two surprise!! quizzes which never happened. It's the beauty of anticipation that gets u going sumtimes.

Demystifying Bikini???

2005-11-30T23:10:00.000+05:30

Was skimmimg thru a newspaper magazine just a few days back when suddenly came across a photograph. It featured a tallish babe ( she seemed to go miles n miles..) in an equally smallish bikini covering(??) her. Still trying to figure out who adorned whom…

There can also be a mathematical model determining the relationship between a woman’s height or rather her vital stats and the length of cloth used in her bikini. Who knows might be a topic of an interesting research. The word bikini sometimes reminds me of the word “ Bikii Nahii” or unsold when translated. Ever wondered how big this market is in India where ladies still wear salwaar kameez to the waterparks and beaches.Well the caption of that pic was something like this: “Magazine X (won't name it for the fear of being sued) demystifies the swimsuit in style”. Kinda OK… but one technical question from my side…Is there anything to be demystified in a bikini?? Well …maybe it hides more secrets than it reveals…who knows!!

Check...check...

2005-11-30T22:39:00.000+05:30

My very first blog....jus checking