Love(d) the way you die(d)!

Arjun Singh, a former union minister,chief minister and governor who made a strong bid to become prime minister in the 1990s (yeah really), is dead. This is how the country's leading newspapers described it today. 

Well, I can forgive them for blurting out so bluntly,because trust me, it comes to millions of us youngsters as a great news! ;)

I mean, you can call me cruel/A-hole/jerk/Satan for bitching about a dead ass, but that guy was seriously a menace. He practically ruined so many careers overnight, with his famously infamous 'Reservation Act'. Because of that 'self proclaimed messiah of minorities', my(and many others') options of choosing a college, a branch, a career and a life were killed in the womb! Screw him!

And if you press your brains a lee-til bit, you'll recall that he is the same coward who ran away from Bhopal on the fateful night of December 2,1984. And that he played a big hand in getting a certain Anderson, a man responsible for the history's worst industrial disaster, 'safely' out of the country. Not only this, he was allegedly involved in the Churhat lottery scandal as Madhya Pradesh chief minister and in Hawala case. How could the country tolerate such a jackass all this while? And worse, some even hailed him as a hero!

There's no reservation in heaven for you Arjun, you're goin down baby,way down. And trust me, when I come over there, which I am going to for sure, you'll find yourself in a 'minority'!

Letter from a na'layak' ladki!

Following is a letter from a girl.A girl who is studying at one of the country's premier engineering colleges. A girl who believes that she belongs to a college,a community and a country wherein girls are treated at par with boys. A girl who is unable to understand why her freedom is being restricted for no fault of her.The person being addressed is the Dean Students Welfare.

Sir,

I write this letter to you, not to question or challenge the recent restrictions (if I may call them so,with your 'prior permission') that have been put on me and the other girl students, with your due consent. I am writing this letter, hoping to be provided with a rational explanation for the action, as I believe you are a very broad minded, progressive, anti-chauvinistic person who knows what he is doing.

First of all Sir, I failed to understand, even after hours of intensive thinking, that how could the actions of one(or a few) girls lead to the generalization that the behaviour of all the girl students is 'obscene,immoral and indecent'. But, then again, as I previously said, you must have yourself observed the behaviour of each of us closely and for a long time. Only then you took this step, didn't you?

Taking this thought into consideration, I duly agreed to be in my hostel latest by 9 everyday except once a month. But Sir, if I am 'immoral,indecent' and my public behaviour is 'obscene', why did you allow me to be out till 10 pm EVEN once a month?It might be harmful,don't you think? And if in the unlikeliest case that you are wrong, and I am honest and decent, then why did you allow me to be out till 10  pm ONLY once a month?

Another thing I couldn't understand was how by walking alone in the evening,inside the campus-with so many security personnel and guards around, I was being wrong and 'indecent,obscene and immoral'. I trust my male batch mates, my seniors and my juniors- most if not all of them respect a woman's dignity.I know you are concerned about my security Sir, but after all it's a college campus, not a prison campus,right?But then again Sir, you know better than us,don't you?

Also Sir, you mentioned that I should not wear 'indecent dresses' in the class or afterwards. But Sir, you didn't define what constituted 'indecent dressing'. If you could please tell me what kind of clothes pass your 'high test of morality', I could set up our wardrobes accordingly.

And Sir, I believe there must be a very strong reason for you to not mention a similar rule for boys,isn't it? After all, how could a boy look indecent,no matter what he wears?

And Sir,you also ordered me to be seen with my male friends only in canteen. Well no problem in that Sir, except that the canteen can hold barely a 100 people. And what with all the male population there-both students and outsiders -it would be kind of tough....umm, nevermind Sir, I'll adjust.

And Sir, did I mention that the 'outsiders' and the 'general public' who complained to you about  my 'indecent,obscene and immoral' behaviour? Well, on most evenings, a bunch of outsiders move around in the campus on high speed bikes,especially near my hostel. But I think, that would be just because they are so concerned about my 'safety and security',right Sir?

Yours sincerely,

Na'layak' ladki.

Lights, camera, ACTION!

So after all the delay and highest levels of fund guzzling,coupled with the usual blame game and mud-slinging(blame it on the Holi season,perhaps) the 34th National Games finally started in Jharkhand. Amidst all the hullabaloo, guys at my college were also in an upbeat mood. I mean, where I am, chicks are a rare commodity. And the games were supposed to bring loads of hot, athletic chicks into this otherwise barren land(it being duly noted that ISM is the venue for squash and netball).You might be surprised, but we engineers think about women more than we are accused of thinking about machines!(All those lame engineer joke makers, watch out...we can be perverts too!)

Almost 10 days into the games, the 'fever' has died down. Jharkhand has let the nation down, and ISM has let Jharkhand down! The squash court is nothing but a fancy rat hole. The 2 dozen lucky spectators have to sit so close, it probably sends wrong signals across the nation. The netball ground looked like it was made to be a gauntlet, with peaks and valleys all across. Like in all other instances in India, last minute preparations have made it possible for the administration to save it's face.

Surprisingly, the mess for the athletes and officials stands out as an epitome of excellence. Which again goes on to show that we Indians have bellies larger than brains and appetite take precedence over aptitude. Really if you see the mess, it looks like a million hungry people from Africa can be fed there and still there will be a lot of food left for them to pack their lunches and return home.

So, as I was saying the games have been a downer. But, how coukd Jharkhand government (there is a government in Jharkhand??) let this happen. And so, the Jharkhand netball team (which allegedly consists of the subs of Jharkhand's basketball team) decides that enough is enough and it is time to show the nation the power of 'Jharkhand's youth'! After all, the taxpayer's money should not go waste. They must be entertained, right? So what do we do? Simple, we take matters into our own hands. Literally. So what if we can't beat the other team (guys from A.P)? We can always beat them up!

Jharkhand netball team's antics caught on tape!

And if you are thinking where the hell did they get this genius idea from, look no far. Only a couple of days ago, a bunch of third and final year students of ISM beat up 4 second year students with iron rods, belts and spades (all those theories about video games and action movies promoting violence in kids, they aren't theories anymore!).

Times Of India coverage of the bash!

As the world watched, national players and students of a reputed national college of India threw punches and kicked their peers in the balls in what was a show of 'Diversity in Unity'! Bravo Indians, you guys never let action take a back seat!

Aisa 'bhee' hota hai

My 5th semester GPA card deserved some respect because it was my highest score-an average performance in an otherwise underachieving stint of 2.5 years.

So delighted as I was, I went to the stationary shop in main canteen to get it laminated. Now, it might sound weird, but in my college, guys get their GPA cards laminated! Every semester! Why???? So that it doesn't get a crease? Or are you still afraid that you will feed it with aloo-gobhi and chai like you did back in Kindergarten?

Anyway, I thought I'll join the crowd,just for this time.The shop owner told me to collect the 'laminated' grade card the day after.

The following conversation took place the next day:-

Shop owner-Naam boliye(What's your name?)

Me- Varun Tyagi.

The owner then proceeded to search my name through a stack of laminated cards,which were arranged alphabetically.

It took me a minute to realize that he was actually searching for my name in 'B'.

Now, in this part of the country, B is B. And V is B too. So the guy was nowhere wrong to believe I was 'Barun Tyagi, not 'Varun Tyagi.

Me- Bhaiyya mera naam 'Varun' hai.( My name is 'Varun'.)

Shop owner- Haan, 'Barun' naa? Wahi toh dekh rahe hain hum.(Ya, 'varun',right?That's what I'm looking for).

Me- Bhaiyya 'Barun' nahi 'Varun','VARUN'!Aap 'B' mein dekh rahe hain.'V' mein dekhiye.(

Shop owner- Oh, toh aisa boliye na ki 'Bhee' mein dekhna hai. Kya aap bhi tabse time waste karwa rahe hain!!!

Me-(WTF)....

Me-Haan bhaiyya, woh bachpan se thoda speech problem hai mujhe.Sorry!

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A Lenobho showroom,City Centre Mall, Dhanbad!

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Love,Sex aur Dhokha

Basant 2011

I already have had my share of fun in the day watching the 60 somethings slug it out in the 'Alumni Sports'.My sincerest apologies, but it was funny! I know when I'll be on the wrong side of 60, I too will find it difficult to make the bat meet the ball, and a 20 something lad would be making fun of me, but that's a long time from now,so I can be a jerk for the time being!

Then there was the kite-flying session. It actually turned out to be a miniature kite flying session, with the kites brought from Liliput for the cheapest rates,probably 100 pieces for a buck.Bummer! And the 'manjha' was actually synthetic 'saddi' in fancy bright yellows and greens! Like it has got to do anything with the actual kite-flying?!!

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I am roaming around with a camera in the lower ground. It has been 2 hours now and I have clicked the event in all its details. Now, I am looking for those candid shots! And my mood is equally matched by the rose giving session. It has been going on for a while, but has picked up pace lately, as the sun is setting. Maybe because the guys might find it easier to save their faces in the dark! :P

See, it goes this way. First year girls sell roses to anyone whose willing(or not) to buy them.That's making money. The guy who purchases it(or is forced to purchase it) then gives that rose to a girl.That's wasting money. The girl is in most cases a first year, and so the rose safely returns to the sales window from where it is again set as bait to catch another fool.That's making money and making fools!

So I see these 2 girls approach a guy. Both of them are carrying red roses,lots of them.After a lot of debate and no-no, the guy (very unwillingly) purchases a red rose for 200 bucks! And if that's not foolish enough the guy asks the seller girl to accept it. The seller girl refuses,which amazes me. Given that if she had accepted, she was practically getting 200 bucks for doing nothing!(Which again proves that most girls are stupid, and they can only appear clever in the company of a stupider guy!)

The guy is left pondering what to do with that rose bud, while the seller girl ruthlessly says out to her partner-in-crime, as both of them cross walk across me:

"Mujhe kya karna hai? Wos kisi ko bhi de rose...mujhe toh sirf paise se matlab hai!"

(No) Love, (No) Sex, (Only) Dhokha!

Don't be a dick!

Just finished watching 'The Fighter'. Needless to say, a well deserved Oscar nomination for Christian Bale. Overall,the movie was nice;although being yet another 'real-life-boxer-makes-it-big time' story.I've seen better movies in this genre(read Raging Bull, Ali and The Cinderella Man) but still I want to see how 'The Fighter' puts up the fight against 'The King's Speech' and 'The Black Swan', and of course Inception!
Notes from the movie:
1) Don't smoke crack!
2) Don't beat a police officer or you'll lose your hand!
3) Include more cardio in your gym routine to get those abs!
4) Don't be named 'Dick'; worse, don't be nicknamed 'Dicky'!(It sucks!!!)

'coz we love our teas and biscuits!

Prof. Michael W. Hitch (from University of British Columbia) is talking about mineral carbon sequestration. It's an interesting concept,one that probably holds the potential to solve the world's 'emission' problems! I am trying to listen to him attentively.But every now and then, my view is obstructed by the peon who is performing the most important duties of all. Distributing teas and biscuits to the 'junta' present. Several hands rise up, not to ask questions from Michael, but to signal to the peon to bring the tray of 50-50 biscuits towards them! And then the nightmarish 'classical tea-sipping' sounds!! SURRRRRRRRRRR......A guy behind me is furiously munching on the biscuits;loud enough to be heard across the border!

And there's the door,which creaks in every 2 minutes,signalling that yet another person has entered the lecture room. IST(Indian Stretchable Time)! 

Michael seems to be unaffected by these disturbances.I am not. What the hell is tea and biscuits doing at a guest lecture? At 11:30 in the morning?

My thoughts wander to the numerous occasions when the tea-biscuit couple make their presence felt! They are like the VVIP's of any Indian social gathering.Whether we are mourning, celebrating, discussing or simply idling away, WE WANT OUR TEAS AND BISCUITS! 

My thoughts are crash landed upon by a voice."Bhaiyya chai?"- the peon gestures with the politest smile.

"No,thank you bhaiyya.Le jaiye"- I answer and try to focus on Michael again.

Who is the real Indian?

Pride! (Clicked around 9 am,Republic Day,2011)

The teenager(among million others) who celebrated Republic Day(on Facebook)?Or the father who carried his 5 year old kid on his shoulders to India Gate at 4 am, just so he could watch the annual parade?

The marketing executive who thought that 'something related to deshbhakti' could make for a good ad-campaign this season? Or the soldier who didn't think twice before laying his life on the border?

The corporate mogul who donated a medical equipment worth 'few lacs', so he could safely gulp 'few lacs-of crores' in the nation's worst scam? Or the middle-class clerk who didn't mind spending a few extra bucks to get a bill for all his purchases, just so his nation benefited?

The famous politician son-of-a-politician who visited tribal areas, ate the poor's ration and did a one-night stand sorta thing with them? Or the social activist who gave up PhD in Metallurgy to become the voice of the struggle of Bhopal?

The one who put religion over national integrity and fought for a piece of land? Or the who read, watched and heard about it all, and realized it wasn't worth it in the end?

The country can fight terror. But how will it fight the indifference of its citizens?

The country can build weapons. But how will it raise martyrs?

1.2 billion People. And only these 7 kids wave the tricolour with true pride!

Draught!

I look at the white screen.Blank.
I look at the keyboard.Blank.
I look around; perhaps another interesting post lurks nearby.Nothing.
I take a look inside myself.Blank.

The Ballad of Bomberman- Act 3

Act 3: Convince or Confuse!

November 18,2010

Dept. of Fuel and Mineral Engg.

Well if on Monday I was saved by my room mate, then on Tuesday Fortuna and Tyche themselves helped me out of Mandrake's torture session! I was halfway through the prac-o-mania and things had turned, to say the least, humorously favourable.
Wednesday was a gap day. I did nothing much. I had been doing nothing much for some time then. So, while people were busy studying for the 'Excursion Viva' on Thursday, I was writing a new blog post, chatting on FB, looking up for t-shirts on Myntra's website, pondering over which one's to buy soon.
It wasn't like I didn't want to study. I couldn't. Why? Well, here's the story.
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The 'excursion' on which the Thursday viva was going to be based happened sometime back in February this year,if I remember correctly. And guess what? I didn't go on that excursion! So while the rest of the future mineral engineers were getting to know about the various equipments and stuff at McNally Bharat Engineering, good old Varun lay in his bed, down with a fever which was the direct precursor of the break-up he had the night before!
The HoD was furious at my absence but our CR, Pathak- my sweetheart, controlled the situation. Still the HoD said he wanted a valid certificate from a doctor about my condition (physical, not mental!) or he would not let me sit in the semester exams. I didn't give a damn about the certificate, and the HoD, well he is too old to remember everything that he says!
And at that point I had thought- "Phew!That was a close shave man! Got away easily this time!"
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But the ghosts of the past had come back to haunt me. Imagine being in my situation and sitting in the viva when you never went for the excursion. It's like asking a virgin to write a 500 words essay on his sexual experiences!
I was confident the professors would have forgotten the attendance thingy.The only  worry was I had to sit there and bluff! Good thing for me, my room mate came to my rescue again. He had carried a camera on that day and I got to see what MBE actually looked like. My preparation comprised of knowing the place where we went(read, where I never went), a brief of the company operation told to us by the in-charge there ( read , never told to me), what equipments we saw (read, I never saw). That much was enough,I guessed. And I was way better than many other guys, including our very own Pammy-He had been on the trip and now while preparing he looked up for the company's site at Google by typing "Mechanically Bharat Engineering"!!! No wonder we hear so many Sardar jokes everyday! :P
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It was Kalicharan and Jha again! I was relieved to see no Nikkam the HoD. My group comprised of Bhangi, Adi, Baul and me. Adi too had missed out on the excursion and we were both happy that none of us would go to the gallows alone!
But I guess the professors had been bored to death by continuously asking questions about MBE. And so when we went in, they decided to ask some very basic textbook questions. What more could I have asked for! Well, I could have actually. They asked us some trick questions about the difference between Ball mills and Rod mills. All of us bungled up. But the bungling was so synchronized and carried out with such fluidity that the professors didn't notice it. I mean what we all said was correct, it was just not what they wanted to hear. But as soon as they opened their mouth in pride, ready to shower their clouds of knowledge upon us, we took advantage and started parroting the same things, just a second ahead of them! Once we started, it was easy to make out what they were gonna say next. And the effect of it all was that the profs believed we actually knew everything! Poor old chaps! Got fooled by the Gen Y !
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I took a peek into the marking sheet in Kalicharan's hand and I believe a saw a B against my name. For the non-IIT junta, that means 7 on 10. Not bad at all, considering I never went to the excursion!


PS- The only con in this entire episode was that I was taken back to the time of my break-up! Why can't we just erase some memories from our minds?


Continued...

Micropost #002

The pen stares(keyboard that is,in the blogger world) at me while I stare at the empty draft!

I have a lot to write. A lot has happened in the past two weeks that I want to share. But time and inclination both are missing! Exams are ending on Friday, I hope they take away this laziness with them!



PS- It's 'deja vu' time as me and Vikas start work on our electric plane again this December, after a similar (mis)adventure last December!  :)

The Ballad of Bomberman - Act 2

Act 2: Timing is Everything

11:30 am, November 16,2010

Location- Dept. of Fuel and Mineral Engg.

After the heroics displayed by me on Monday, I was elated and elevated. Although what I did was not by societal standards a good deed, I still wanted to believe that I had in some way broken out of a cage.My firm belief that exams, or for that matter vivas,could not be cleared without decent preparation,had been shattered to bits. The fear before Material Handling exam had been replaced with a sense of pride and freedom. But I had decided that that was the first and the last time. No more of such irresponsible behaviour  from now onwards. Hah! What a joke!

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5 pm Monday evening, I was done with my first prac. The week had 3 more vivas on the menu. And the next one-Physical Separation, was going to be served with breakfast on Tuesday morning at 10 o'clock. While all the guys were discussing how 'Mandrake'(Phy. Separation prof.) would rape each and every student of Vth MLE, I was already on my way out of the campus. I needed some air. I mean all this panicky behaviour just turns me off. 

And 'Mandrake'? Come on! He is nothing! Well, his actual name is N.R Mandre. I christened him 'Mandrake' after the famous cartoon character. That is because our beloved professor has the very special quality of magically removing smiles from the faces of his students and replace them with creases of tension. He once caught me in class while I was busy examining a hair that had come off my scalp while I was removing my cap. I have been an eternal back bencher in his class.I didn't pay much attention to his scolding, because he's an a** anyway! But I do remember his comparing me to a donkey and moron and officially declaring that I would never be a good mineral engineer! Like I ever wanted to be one!

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9:30 pm Monday night

I had just come back to my room and as usual it had more occupants than the two beds in it could support. I gave the tress passers an I-want-to-sleep-get-the-f***-out-of-my room look and after 15 minutes I was in my dream world. It was something about me and my girlfriend and some regular college stuff thrown in. 

7:30 am Tuesday morning

I woke up with my best friend's good morning SMS. The morning was already doomed. I had Mandrake waiting to rape me, and I didn't even cared to buy some 'protection'! I hurriedly completed my unfinished practical notebook. That took about an hour. Brushing, bathing and breakfast took another half an hour. I spent the remaining 1 hour playing PacMan and Poker on my Manish's laptop. I had decided I would just ask questions from the guys going in before me. The easy way out, as always!

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Before I tell you how I fared in my viva, let me describe the scene and position of all the characters and elements in the room. On the other side of a huge antique table- Kalicharan, Mandrake, and their sidekick LK-our three nemesis. On this side of the table- Me,Baul the stupid,Nanga the alcoholic,Reja the topper ,Purwar the overconfident a** and  Manish the laptop guy!

6 on 3...sounds good,right? Well, me and Reja were the best prepared guys in the group, so now you can see the odds were not really in our favour.

Mandrake fired the first shot. He inquired from LK about our attendances in lab throughout the semester and Baul and Purwar came out to be defaulters. First blood!

Mandrake ordered us all to write down one practical each that we had performed in the lab.Nanga was the first one to finish. But hardly did he realize what a blunder he had just made. As soon as his pen stopped, Mandrake and Kalicharan directed their guns towards him. The started questioning him alternately and soon we bid farewell to Nanga. Three men down in the first 5 minutes!

Seeing Nange's fate, me,Reja and Manish slowed down our pens. We were buying time, because each group was being held captive for around 20 minutes. I had been thrown a relatively easy practical at me, one which I knew about. My finishing coincided with Kalicharan leaving the room on account of some urgent work. Great!3 on 2 now!

Mandrake asked me the basic principle of the experiment I had written down. Piece of cake. But before I could open my mouth, his cellphone interrupted(with the worst ringtone I have ever heard in my life)! Reja had engaged LK in a duel,Manish was still writing and I had a few minutes to spare.I was so excited at my good luck that I quietly took out my cellphone and messaged my best friend-"Viva going on.I am doing good! :)". She replied with a string of question marks. I decided not to reply. And it was a good decision because just as I slipped the phone back in my pocket, Mandrake returned.

I answered his question and after that he asked a tricky question related to diamagnetism and paramagnetism. Now this was his trump card- Divide and destroy! All six of us looked at each other, not sure what to do. Purwar,Baul and Manish stuck to one theory, Nanga kept quiet, Reja gave one of his own and I decided to stick to mine. And luckily for me, I turned out to be the correct one! That impressed Mandre,or maybe my wearing a shirt impressed him. Whatever, the impression did not last long, as he scolded us all for being the worst batch in the history of Mineral Engineering. It was a ritual every incoming group had to undergo before going out. But I knew I had done well!

PS- I still wonder,"What if I had decided to reply to my best friend and Mandrake would have caught me with a cellphone in my hand in the middle of a viva?"

Continued...

The Ballad of Bomberman - Act 1

Act 1: The Printing Press
4:30 pm,November 15,2010

Location: Dept. of Mechanical Engg.

"Abey jaldi chhap! Aankh band karke chhap!"- Vikas, my room mate, and currently my saviour, was prompting me with hushes.

"Abey tu bas likhta jaa, maine yahan printing press khol di hai!" - Me,a topper of my times, currently at the mercy of others, was boasting shamelessly!

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I was blindly copying whatever Vikas was writing down in his answer sheet. His writing would have been barely legibly in normal circumstances, but this was examination time!

Desperate situations call for desperate measures! 

My head was tilted 60 degree away from Vikas's copy, my left hand was covering my roving eyes, and my eyelids had been strictly instructed not to bat. In all, I was 'in the zone'!  It's a term usually applied to sports persons when they are giving a performance of their lifetime.  Well, I considered myself not less than Sachin Tendulkar en route to a 200 there!

I had completed the practical file in the morning itself. So,being ready for the written exam was a deed I could think of performing in the next life only. I had just skimmed through the practicals and had half heartedly listened to another one of those 'enlightening GD sessions' of the 'genius' guys of the branch.Moreover, my room mate had prepared a day in advance, so by engineering college standards, I had prepared well for the exam!

The professor and his side kick research scholar were pieces of cake to get through while cheating. But my inquisitive a** was the only enemy in the field! I mean, I was prepared like shit, I had no F-ing idea what the answers were, and here I was, pointing out errors in Vikas's answer sheet. The guts!

We were literally having a discussion in the middle of an exam there. And Vikas had to convince me that his answers were right and I could copy them safely,without the fear of failing(like if I refused to copy them, the professor would pass me on account of my honesty and perseverance to copy only the 100% correct answer!) Finally, the honest cheater inside me gave in and I started 'Xeroxing' his answer sheet.

'WE' breezed through the 50 minute 60 marker. Actually it was Vikas who breezed through,I just hung on to him with tightly! In the end, it didn't matter that much, because rumour had it that the professor was not going to check the copies anyway and would give an 8 pointer to everyone,at the least! 

So much for being an adamant a** in the middle of an exam!

PS- There are two ways to excelling in an exam. Studying well. Or copying well!


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To be or not to be

My very close friend is going through a tough time. I can't name him for obvious reasons, but since he is as good a friend as it gets, it gives me shivers to look at his pathetic condition. And guess what can be the reason of his sad state? Well, it's a girl. But don't get it wrong. It's not those stereotypical 'one sided love affair' or 'rejected and dejected' or even 'loved and lost' affairs. It's hard to be 'adjectivated' or 'typified'. So here's what it is....as he told me...

He likes her.She likes him.

He doesn't know if he loves her. But he is sure it's the closest to love he has been in his life. She loves him.

He wants to be with her. She wants to be with him.

He is with her.She is with him.For now.

His mom might agree to her. Her parents might also agree to him.

He would probably tell his mom about her. She would definitely never tell her parents about him.

So he can't be with her.She can't be with him. Forever.

He can't leave her right now because she needs him. He wants to be there for her...with her.

But, when the time is right and she is okay with him leaving her, what if he needs her then?

And what if that time never arrives?What if she always needs him? He is sure he can never say 'no' to her for anything. What will he do then?

Now I don't know what to tell him that will make him feel good. I am afraid of the fact that they are going to lose each other. The pinching part is,as he says, their feelings will never be lost. I hope he gets out of this. And gets out without a broken heart.

PS- Since skeptics would anyway think it's me writing in the disguise of my friend, I won't make a clarification. I just want to say, if it was me, I wouldn't be writing it down. I would be doing something about it!

Evanescent Happiness

"The only thing more beautiful than a relationship without a name is a relationship that needs none!"

I've experienced both....I enjoyed both...and then reality struck me with a fatal blow! Fatal enough to bring me back to life. To the harsh, cold realities of life.


If a dream is worse than reality, we always have the choice of waking up. But what if the dream is better than reality? Can we sleep forever? Can I sleep forever?



PS- My earlier post, as misinterpreted by some, was not about my ex-girlfriend(s)...the 'he' in that post was intentional. There's not just one kind of relationship whose loss can be mourned,is it?

That won't bring me back to you

"Wish you a very happy and prosperous 'DEWALI'. Take care of ur health & study beacuse only these 2 things r important in life & future.kabhi dil kare to bat kar lena tab shayad mujhe samajh pao. i m waiting.ok take care."

The sender of this SMS was close to me once. Then the sender made a mistake that ruined everything. I tried to stop the sender from choosing the wrong path. But the sender was adamant. The sender had become selfish, so he couldn't see what he wanted to do was ruining not only our relationship, but was tearing away several other relationships that were dear to both of us. Now, it's too late to mend those mistakes. The wounds might heel with time, but the scars will be there forever.

I don't remember for how long we haven't talked.


If you can read this, then you should know that sending greetings on festivals and birthdays won't undo what you did to me and my family. 

You yearn to talk to me? You want to hear my voice? You ache to listen to my words?  

Your punishment is not my words and my anger, your punishment is my silence and my indifference!

Micropost #001

Whoa! Third year is really turning up the heat now!! Never thought I would find myself so busy in this otherwise laid-back place. Suddenly, a 24 hour day has started appearing unfair. And I am faced with one of those situations that make my face go pale and my hair turn gray.(Talking of hair, I recently had a haircut; that, when I promised myself for the zillionth time that I would grow my hair long! Making false promises to myself, that's damn pathetic!)
I have to prioritize. I hate prioritizing. It is so unfair. Why can't I do all the things all the time?Or maybe things I like at times I like? No sir, it has to done by the clock. It's like:"Work now, you can enjoy later".Now,this 'later' is a dangerous word. The event of occurrence of 'later' has probability tending to zero. I have been waiting for 'later' since 11th grade. It hasn't arrived yet.
Anyway, since time for me these days is an asset, I'll wrap this up in short: I am busy, I am confused, I am cornered and I have to make some life changing decisions.Now.

PS- Finally, my dream of owning a net book looks like becoming a reality. The bad thing is, Mom has not said yes still. The good thing is, she hasn't said 'no' either!(All previous attempts were met with an outright rejection). So, I am in the maybe zone. Living on hopes, that is.

Their Days, Our Nights

At sunrise the lifeless boys rise,

Ready for the labourous day ahead.

It comes to one as a big surprise,

How these future engineers are 'practically' dead.

Lectures are just a way to fill pages,

Consuming more ink than mind.

Concepts, theories and discussions are absent,

Bundles of notes are what one may find.

Practicals are just a time fill,

Neatly prepared reports are all THEY desire.

Examinations are a test of mugging power,

Reproduction of notes is what THEY require.

As the sun sets, the lifeless boys change.

The life that was squeezed out now returning.

All the grind of the day now forgotten,

And the fire of youth starts burning.

Desires are fulfilled, dreams are chased,

Life is lived under the moonlight.

Like nocturnal creatures they come out of a hole,

To make merry-revelry throughout the night.

Thus the lifeless boys live day after day,

With tradition and logic engaged in a fight.

They will not lose their passion come what may,

For THEY may have the days, but WE have the nights.

(Dedicated to life at ISM, originally written on December 3, 2008)

PS- "Engineer banne aaya tha, gadha ban gaya"...

'Horror' scope!

Good morning Varun Tyagi! It's Saturday the 2nd of Oct, 1130 hours IST and here's a look into your near future:-

Education/ Career

You have your mid semester exams from Monday. Seeing your preparation and your inclination to do everything other than studying, it can be safely predicted that you are going to screw up again!

Also your attendances are at an all-time low, so if you were thinking of staying back at home for Diwali at least this year, you might as well throw that thought outta window!

Travel

You forgot to book tickets for your return journey after Dusshera vacations. The magic ball (aka the crappy site of IRCTC) shows that now you can do anything from pulling your hair off your head or sell your soul to Satan but you won't be coming back to college on a confirmed reservation!

You even forgot to book tickets for that Dehradun-Mussoorie trip your beloved mom so eagerly planned out. In the next few hours you're gonna face her fury over the phone when you tell her how your lazy ass has almost jeopardized the entire trip. 

Financial Matters

Congratulations! You are neck deep in debts, thanks to some whole hearted spendings lately! You don't even remember how much you spent and where! It is suggested that you better cover up these transactions( with special aid from Sister Charity) before Reserve Bank of Home gets a hint of your insolvency and declares you bankrupt!

Health

Your sleep cycle is facing disturbances of the same scale as being observed in the rain cycles of North India! Exercising is slowly sliding into backseat, not a good sign for someone who has been working out for a coveted 6-pack!

Romance

You seem to be confused! The cards dealt to you are a tricky lot. Play with caution.

PS- Piggy Chops has made me crazy with her look in Anjaana Anjaani. Too hot to handle! I love you ( drooling all over the place)!!!

Writing is in the genes

Okay now I was wondering how I got this literary bug in me? I mean I write well. Well enough to be complimented for that. So where exactly it comes from? My dad cannot write for nuts.He is a government employee. Indian government employees are not in the habit of writing. They can be Olympic champions at debating and criticizing their government, but writing is not their cup of coffee( tea, for Indians). My sister is a boring CA. The only writing she did was when she was en-route to topping one hard ass exam after another. Now she types, balance sheets and stuff. But no writing. That zeroed in all my suspicions on Mom. But I haven't seen her writing.Still that was circumstantial evidence towards her innocence.
But now she has been caught in the act. Of late, she has been living alone. Don't worry it's not a family trouble. It's just that dad's gotta transfer, didi got married in January this year and so Mom had no choice left. And this sudden loneliness has caused her to slip into depression. It is understandable, given her age and all. Okay, back to the point. So, I was talking to her on the phone yesterday when she dropped the bomb. She told me she had written a short story. What? When? How? She casually told me that she has always been into writing. She used to write in college too. And now when she has all the time in the world, why not return to writing? Aaaahh....so my suspicions were correct after all. Like all the other good things in me, this one's from mom too. Love you mom!