MAYA!!!

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Vishnu smiled. “Calm down, Narada. Tell me, where did your family come from? From Me. I am the only reality, the only entity in the cosmos that is eternal and unchanging. Everything else is an illusion – a mirage, constantly slipping out of one’s grasp.” “You, my greatest devotee, knew that. Yet, enchanted by the pleasures of worldly life, you forgot all about me. You deluded yourself into believing that your world and your life were all that mattered and nothing else was of any consequence. As per your perspective, the material world was infallible, invulnerable, perfect. That is Maya.”

This is an extract from the bhagavad Gita about an incident of Narada where he was enchanted by a gorgeous woman and forgot his purpose.

I usually dont believe in mythology but this perticular one has a mordern significance. PURPOSE!! We are all sent here to do something at somepoint of time. Our absence from this world would have started a chain reaction of deadly events. Hence every entity in this world is responsible for what is happening right now.

As a child i wanted to be a "engine driver" 'cause i loved travelling and the "huge moving thing" caught my imagination. Then i wanted to become "a pilot" 'cause the flying machine made my creativity soar to the heights. I never wanted to become an engineer(which i would be in a year!) when i was a kid... probably a scientist (thanks to my dad!). I slowly graduated my "want to be list" to a fighter pilot 'cause the speed gave me the thrill. The common thing in all of the above is CREATIVITY!!


But then reality can be harsh sometimes. I became none of the above. I am stuck in a engineering college where creativity is a SIN! But that not the point here. The point is.. we somehow or the other get lost mid way into realising our dreams.

FOCUS. Does that word have any meaning now? Good question. The answer is a flat NO!! When you dont do what you enjoy doing, you loose your creativity. That is when life become mechanical. People tend to loose track in a number of ways. But to top the list of distractions is GIRLS.

Girls, for some may be a source of inspiration and support. But i truly feel they slow you down. Take you in an all together different path. This is same as the one described in story above. They lure you with their charm and make you run behind them. Some enjoy running behind gals, some enjoy watching them sitting on a platform but I consider both a waste of time.

More over, you dont tend to find gals who are as emotionally and mentally matured as you are! The number of words used to explain something to a guy is 1/10th of the words used to explain gals. Waste more time... Ya i do agree that the feeling of being with them is divine and there is nothing compared to having that feeling and they complete your life they add emotion etc..BUT... just to drink 180 ml of alcohol... WHY buy the entire wine shop!! No offence... but is the slow down of pace WORTH IT??

The only way to actually know YOUR PURPOSE is to rise over the distractions. Have an eagle's eye view of whats happening... No distraction is impossible but then you can always OPTIMISE DISTRACTION!! (now.. i am speaking like an engineer!!)


Listen to the omens for they shall tell you, when you start wandering away from your purpose!!

Real than Reality!!

One more competition, one more submission. A story from the great one. Check it out!

She was screaming like a whore and begging for more as I pushed her further. She took my breath away and I felt divine. She gave me the kick at 260 km/hr.

Yamaha R1, the bike of the millennium, the babe of my dreams, was rocking to my tunes. With 180 horses under its hood, it was down to man and machine. It took me 6 months to tame the wild cat and now its purrs to my wishes. Given my background, she helps me vanish into thin air.

It was 31^st December, 1999, the last day of the millennium. With the Y2K problem solved, people were on the streets celebrating the dawn of a new millennium. The festive mood had set in and I was no exception. I had all the reasons to celebrate too. A job well finished and two huge projects in my hand fetching me 7 figure income per gig.

Living life on the fast lane, describing myself in six words. The road had been chosen to test the new nitro boosters bound to take you over 320 km/hr. I took one last look at the long road, deserted and straight. One kick and she roared with energy. A little twist of the wrist and speedometer read 220. I looked at the red button, press me for ecstasy. I did. It was instantaneous, my eyes could not register anything more than 10 meters and I thought I would fly away.

The rush was more than I could expect, the kick was more than I had anticipated. I was on top of the world. And I felt the winds howling at me, loud enough to be a truck horn.

Then I saw, a sight I can never forget. Two bright eyes, as bright as the sun, staring right into my eyes. Headlights of a lorry. My legs hit the brakes. I could feel the tarmac tearing my skin. She ejected me out and headed toward her doom. The last thing I remember were the sparks hitting my face.

I heard voices, he is lucky to have escaped with just a broken hand. My eyes opened. It took me a minute to realise where I was. How did I reach the hospital? Where is my babe? What happened? Who is responsible…and a million more questions racing through my mind. It was like telepathy. A nurse with white apron and glass of water in her hand made me swallow a huge tablet. You are the St. Marks missionary hospital. It’s not everyday that a person gets to spend the last day of the millennium in a hospital ward. I saw the digital clock hung opposite to me. It read 7:30 pm 31^st December 1999. That’s when I understood the situation. Don’t worry about your bike sir, it’s at the parking lot and I think it is still in running condition. You can check it as soon as you get discharged.

It was 9 in the night by the time I got discharged. A plaster on my left hand and a wallet lighter by Rs.1500. I reached the parking lot surprised to see her still in one piece. She is still in working condition. I responded to the voice and turned around to see a gorgeous looking gal, probably in her mid 20s. I found you on the highway and rode you and your bike down here. She had survived the crash really well. I thanked her for the trouble she took. Can I ask you for one last favour? I asked. Depends on the favour she said. I took a deep breath and asked can you drop me home, as you see I am not in a condition to ride. I kept a helpless expression on my face. No problem. I actually live 2 streets away from yours. Don’t look like that; I had checked your driving license. My attempt to hide my disbelief had failed.

She parked my bike in the parking lot and dropped me home. She bid farewell and promised to drop by next morning to check up on me. This was like a dream. One moment I am crashing my bike and next I have a gorgeous looking lady dropping me home and promising to check up on me. What else could I ask for?

Who am I? A question even my parents would have trouble answering. I am a 25 year old handsome lad from Hyderabad, wanting to make a mark for myself. An engineer from Indian Institute of Technology, Madras; trained in designing modern warfare for the country. But I wanted more. I was not satisfied with the designing part. Joined the CBI as an analyst but went on to join the HRT (Hostage Rescue Team), Gold medallists form the CTC (Commando Training Centre). To put it simple, I am an assassin for the Indian Government. My original records have been erased and I do not have an identity of my own. I change my identity according to my job. I was Ramakrishna 1week back, the sniper who killed the sandalwood brigand Verappan. A job well executed. I always thought the government should have brought us in before but the state governments thought otherwise. I am now, Rahul Bhat, and my next target is Abdul Waghre, chief of Lashkar-e-Taiba based in Kashmir.

The dawn of the new millennium was great and I hoped I would find a lovely girl to settle with. The bell rang. Wish you a many happy returns of the day and wonderful New Year!! It was the gorgeous girl who dropped me yesterday. It was not a dream after all! How do you know it’s my birthday? I think I gave the disbelief look again. Your driving license can say loads about you. Can I come in? That is when I realised we were still standing at the door. Sure. Please do. Can I get you a cup of coffee? She made her self comfortable on my couch. I will have one spoon of sugar. I passed the information to kanta, my maid servant. I am sorry, in all the confusion I even forgot to ask your name and your particulars. Meanwhile, kanta got the coffee and served. I am Maya. I work for Infosys. I had shifted here from Mumbai about 3 weeks back. A great lover of bikes and I admire your bike. There are not many of those in the country, enjoyed riding it yesterday. A smile found its way on to my face, the pride of owning a Yamaha R1. What do you do for a living? She asked. I had practiced the answer over a thousand times, part of the training given before you change your identity. I work as a section manager in Intel soft. She sure is talkative. I got to know more about her and she got to know more about Rahul Bhat.

January 26^th, 2000. 50 years of Republic India. We attended the parade at the red fort. We became very close to each other. I spent a lot of time with her. All the time I was feeling guilty that she is under a false impression of who I was. I actually liked her a lot and I think she is the one I have been waiting for 25 years of my life. But, my profession does not allow me to disclose my real identity to anyone unless the person has security clearance. I could kill my self for this, but then I had others to kill first. The day set for the mission was 16^th January. But due to my hand, it was postponed to 13 February. My hand was alright by now. And I started my training.

The whole day I spent at the training centre under the pretext of working for Intel soft. In the evenings, Maya and I would get together and have dinner. The D-date was closing near so was I toward Maya. I had decided that this is the girl I would spend my entire life with. This is the girl I would share all my joys & sorrows.

Meanwhile, the training had become intense. I was briefed about the details of Abdul Waghre, his allies and mates. I had to know in and out about him so as to make the perfect plan. The best part of this job was that I was allowed to call the shots. I planned the entire setup and execute it. I work alone.

The time I spent with Maya got reduced and she was not pleased with it. I gave a pretext of audit and up coming budget adjustments at work. She understood my situation, though not the actual one, but adjusted accordingly. This attitude of hers had sealed all my decisions. I am going to propose to her and get married to her. I set the apt date for this. February 14, Valentines Day. Moreover, I would have finished my mission by then and the next one was due only in November 2000.

The protocol required me to leave for Kashmir by February 12. I told Maya that I have a meeting in Ajmear and would be back by 14^th. She didn’t seem very pleased but nevertheless she agreed. Man, I love her really a lot. We decide to meet on 12^th evening at 5:30 in the deserted gardens of Shah Alam. I was looking forward for this. Thought of showing her a trailer of what was in store for her on the 14^th. I had to control myself because I wanted the proposal to be on a special day. I had to remind myself show her only the trailer and not the entire movie!!

I reached on dot at 5:30 on the evening of February 12^th. I had just spoken to my mission director on my mobile. The parameters for my mission were set. I was going to leave by 10:30 in the night and do my job at 3:45 pm the next day when Abdul Waghre is addressing a rally. But, at that moment, none of these were in my mind. All I knew was that I was going to see the girl of my dreams.

I heard a coarse voice.

Funny, how small people like you think they can kill Abdul Waghre.

A chill ran through my spine. I turned around to see Abdul Waghre standing right in front of
me. I had no clue. No body had trained me to handle this type of situation.

It’s easy to kill me but you can’t kill the name Abdul Waghre. Why doesn’t your government understand this? Why can’t you let the Kashmiri decide their own fate? Why does your government always poke its big nose into our affairs? Answer me.

My throat was dry. I was still recovering from the shock of meeting the person whom I was supposed to kill the next day. I knew I was surrounded and with no gun in my hand I had as much chance of surviving as finding a needle in a hay stack. I knew this was my end and I was staring straight into the eyes of death. Nothing new but still this might be the last time I would do that.

A final plan struck me. I acted cool. Put my hands into my pocket and shouted back.

You can’t get away with this. I have backup waiting in the car outside. If I don’t go back within 5 minutes they would come in search of me. And then your game would end.

Meanwhile, I pressed the dial button twice knowing that it would call the last dialled number which was of my mission director. I just hoped he picked up the phone and heard the conversation I was having. But a million questions were running in my mind. How did he find me? How did he know? How did… I was still wondering when I heard a familiar voice.

It is true that love does make people go blind.

I did not have words to say. It was a shock I had never anticipated. I just couldn’t take it anymore. How could I be so stupid?

Never doubted your dear Maya, did you?

Do you want to have the pleasure of killing him, Maya?

I know people die in love, but I guess I can see it right now. Say your last prayers, if you have any…

BANG!!!

It was pain beyond imagination, emotional more than physical. The scene changed. I saw a white wall. Is this heaven? I saw a lady in a white apron. Is she an angel? She had a glass of water in her hand. You need to lie down. You are the St. Marks missionary hospital. It’s not everyday that a person gets to spend the last day of the millennium in a hospital ward. I looked around and saw the digital clock hung opposite to me. It read 7:30 pm 31^st December 1999.

Was this all just a dream?

The catch of the competition was that it sould end with "was this all just a dream?" and so did my story. Thank you for reaching till here!!

DESIRE!!

Had written this for a poetry competition in my coll. called acumen! This was extremely hard because every line I composed had a minimum of two expletives. Had to pass my thoughts through a censor board to screen things out. It’s not all that wonderful to have a gutter mind!


Screaming into this world I came,
Out of captivity, freedom finally attained.
I know I have shot to fame,
Love and care, is all I desired.

Entered college as sharp as a knife,
Flirting is an art and I had excelled.
There she stood, the love of my life,
Let me have her, is all I desired.

Living life on the fast lane,
Work and party is all I lived.
Stop being a playboy I tried, but in vain,
Dame and money, is all I desired.

Husband I became, knew it was her,
Loved her more than what was required.
Shot up in life, jealous they were,
Power and Glory, is all I desired.

On my deathbed, I lay,
Lived life to the fullest, I hoped.
Start it all over again, if I may,
A painless death, is all I desired.

Rang De Basanti!!

It’s an old topic; saw it long time back in Chennai. The movie has a lot of unforgettable moments tagged along to it. Saw it during saarang, was having lots of fun, got the some fundae about life later that day, wonderful company and many more stuffs. I was busy enjoying the company then and the real meaning of the movie did not strike me till now. Can’t blame them.

The movie got released in MDU yesterday and had gone for the night show the only show for us. The movie was not just about a bunch of guys shooting the defence minister to avenge the death of their friend. There are a lot more lines to be read between the lines.

India is going nowhere. That’s hard to accept but then since when has truth become easier to accept?

Apne ghar ke safai mein khud ka hath kyon ganda karein.

It’s just not that. There is another dialogue in the movie that supports my stand.

Yahan ki system ko badalne ki kosish karo, yeh system tumhe khud badal dega.

This is very true. No matter where and what you are doing, this is true. I tried it out in my college and swore I would never think of it again. Given a thought and I am sure I can find millions of such examples.

College ke ander zindagi ko hum nachate hain aur college ke bhar zindagi hamein.

This made me realise the company I was sitting with. 11 of my close friends sitting beside me enjoying ourselves not worrying about what George Bush is going to say tomorrow or what the recently announce budget has in store for us. For all that matters, we don’t even care that we might get caught by the warden for coming 5 hrs after the curfew time! Not worry about which gal is thinking what about us. It’s like cutting yourself from the world and having some hardcore fun!

Yahan zinda rahene ki ladai mein logon ki zindagiyan chalee jati hain.

What is the use of life when you can’t feel the rush and kick of having one. The movie proves something which is very important in my life.

There are no right or wrongs in life. There is only what you believe in!

Sometimes, what is right for me is wrong for others. Just because of this I don’t give up on my stand. There are no rights and wrongs. I do what I believe in. There can’t be any other thing that is more correct than that. Hitler killed all those people because he believed in something. He never saw what was right or wrong. I have seen a lot of people arguing about his decisions. But, has anyone been in that situation to actually feel what it is like to make such decisions? NOPE!! And then everyone starts criticising his ideas. I respect him for the simple reason that he had the balls to do what he believed in. I do what I believe in. If you have a problem with that you can go to Pluto and search for water!!

Ek pair past mein aur dusra pair future main. Iseliye hum present per muth rahein hain.

Is this an indianised dialogue? Neither can we forget or leave the past nor can we abandon the future. Stuck in this web we do nothing in the present. Yep, we are pissing on are present so that we become pissed off when our future arrives.

Dur se commentary dena asan hai. Agar uthna hi hai to tum bhi politics join karo, IPS ya army mein bhartiho jao, badlo is desh ko…

What is the point in joining all these when the selection process itself involves a lot of corruption? Is it that, to fight corruption, we have to promote corruption, become corrupted, reach a high level and then start changing the nation? Power, itself corrupts a person as learned for the lord of the rings.

The movie has invoked a lot of questions inside me which have no answers other than; you don’t have the fucking time for all this. This is partially true but still the small amount patriotism inside is screaming and demanding for explanation and answers. Answers to the questions that should not be asked!!

Ab bhi jiska khoon na khola, Khoon nehi woh pani hai,

Jho desh ke kaam na aye woh bekar javani hai.

The transition of a BATH ROOM singer!!

Music is something that runs in my family. By music.. I mean carnatic. My mom, grandma, sis(to an extent!), aunt's... And lots more are pros in the art. The same was expected of me.

It took them two months to realize that I was totally hopeless. Cant blame them. My grandma tried teaching me and my couz at the same time!!( for those who came in late.. H and I are pretty quite when apart... But when we combine, we generate enough power to give a thermal power station a run for its money). Imagine, two kids (aged 9 I guess...) who are deprived of their play time (cricket time), to be made to sit at one place (ouch!! Now that hurts..) and sing random combinations of 7 words!!

M.S.Subhalakshmi, a name loved by all, a name hated by me! She was in the top 10 of my must kill list. She sang the suprabhatam which used to run in my house the moment i used to hit the pillow( 0500 hrs). It used to take me 2 pillows to filter out the noise.

Though I hold no grudges on C-music... I still don't get the funda behind singing the same 7 words in different combinations. Mathematically, there are 7P7 combinations. But then, we use just a small fraction of it. Why? If theses 7 notes can make up a song why do we need lyrics...

Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Da Ni SA

7 notes to fame. If you can sing them properly... You are an ace. Not that I remember how easy or tough it was to learn... Logically speaking, how tough is it to learn 7 notes??

Anyway... Coming back to the post, I was always considered as a black sheep of the family (I had company!!) for not being interested in classical music. Once I even managed to brainwash all the students of my grandma against c-music(that was a painful experience). But it all changed. On the 15th of Feb, 2006... I sang, I sang to glory(positive or negative??).

Thinking about it now, it seems to be a bold yet stupid move. I did not know it was a intra college event. I was just expecting to see my department crowd. After looking at the crowd... I did get tensed up but then I was not going to give up!!

The song I was going to sing.. Summer of 69! Why did I choose the song? God knows.. I wanted to sing nothing else matters by METALLICA 'cause it suits my voice better. It was a random decision. No preparation. No practice. Heard the song couple of times.. Wrote down the lyrics for emergency purposes. And, I was ready to sing.

Name called... Went on stage... Looked at the crowed... Someone shouted "what the fuck are you doing over here." The answer was prompt... To Sing to glory!! I started... Good one.. Hitting the high note. Then I don't know what happened. I knew the lyrics but still I was looking at the paper. I lost my tune in the middle... But still I continued singing. I changed the ending so as to end it off in a low note. Finished and looked at the crowd.

I was expecting tomatoes and eggs(reminds me of holi!). But then I got something I did not get expect. Applause ...clap clap clap!!! Grew higher and louder. There I stood... Proud at my FIRST performance on stage!

I called up my grandma and told her I sang. Though she did not know the song... She felt good. My grandson finally sang on stage. Welcome to the family.

I knew I sucked big time... But then who the fuck cares. I can now say.. I gave a stage performance!!

For a person who used to sing in the bathroom all the time, who could not make proper combination of 7 notes, who was branded as the black sheep, this was truly a great moment. Who the fuck cares whether it came out good or bad, I atleast had the balls to go on stage and give it a shot!!

They were certain people who did make me raise an eyebrow..

N- Good one. Though I did not know what you sang... It did sound melodious!
S- Same goes to you too. Next time, try closing your eyes and not laugh half way into the song.
De- Good going. You reminded me of a guitar. The drags produced... Is like pulling the strings in a guitar.
J- Nice song dude!
Dav- Way to go!

Some of the c-music were good, probably a few beats here and there would have made it better! It made me think again about my view about carnatic... The verdict..

I stand by the same... Carnatic music is neither in my cup of tea nor in my ear!

Life!!

This one is dedicated to all those who are finishing college in a few weeks from now.

I sometimes feel lucky that i have got an additional year to spend with friends... and yet again a voice at the back of my head screams... "Come back to reality, get out of this place asap... your only way to return to civilization!!"

Enjoy ppl!!

Those night outs, those midnight teas
Those birthday bumps and parties
.... Old torn jeans
those late night walks
.... Long chats...pinches and slaps
.... Crushes on pals;
those mother's pickles and the fight for them
Playing pranks in class, getting kicked out of class,
.... Struggle for marks;
Writing on the desks...Fights with teachers;
Tears for love;
Those B-grade movies and those peal for placements
just everything.... That’s college life
I call it HEAVEN.

SAARANG@IIT M

Long time since I have posted. My only defense, life is an orgasmic bitch.

Saarang is an annual event at iit M, celebrating the joy of cultural competition. Truly one of the best I have been to. The standards were high so were the stakes. And a lovely crowd. I have yet again fallen in love with the place.

Saarang did end up in a very sentimental way for me. Had been to my couz house for couple of hours. The time I spent there surely did take my mind off the numerous probs I have. It was just pure fun. Recollecting old memories can always put a smile on your face. I laughed on some of the silliest things I must have done when I was a kid. Man... That was just too good to describe. It makes you realize how far you have come... how matured you have become over a course of time.

thanks pups... had a lovely time!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!

I hoped it would be just another day... I was wrong. Though people get older by the second, we realize it only when our birthday arrives. But this one was special... I have turned 20!! I can see my lovely teen years flowing away and reminding me that the carefree days are over and it’s high time I started taking my life serious!!

This birthday started pretty well, went on great with me having an AMAZING time. But the end was something I had not foreseen. It came swift, painful and TRAGIC blowing all my happiness in one quick swing!

The best part of my birthday is that it falls on the NEW YEAR!! So... along with all the new year celebrations my birthday celebrations get tagged along! End of the day, I end up a happy man who has thoroughly enjoyed the day.

The usual way of celebrating birthdays is to wake up early in the morning, have oil bath, go to the temple, pray god for what ever you want cause you can get lucky on your birthday... spend time with your family and party with your friends in the evening!!

Well, though I know I am unique... my birthday routine is pretty much opposite to the usual trend! Party starts off on the eve of the new year... the evening of 31st dec. Spend time with friends till the clock hits 12! Get kicked, bashed, punched, assaulted and almost killed (All this read as birthday bumps!!) and when every one is done venting out their frustration and anger they have been storing for a year on me... I PRAY GOD... to thank him that I am still alive... though not in a good shape, but still ALIVE! Then the party goes on till sun rise and then with the break of dawn... I hit the sack (night for me!). But, as long as you have non party animals in this world... I would always get woken up with someone calling and wishing me. Though I don’t blame them but still... I guess I deserve a little sleep on my b'day! So the calling stuff goes on all day and it’s really tough to catch up on your sleep. Where as all my friends recharge their batteries which is almost full by afternoon and here I am, my head shouting... BATTERY LOW!!! Well, its party time in the afternoon... with a movie or a lunch, followed by another party for the rest of the group. The new year always starts off with me coming home early (probably by 2200hrs) and sleeping on MY bed (it’s probably the first and LAST time for the year).

This year was not much different. Well, no difference in the fun and sleep part at least. This time, as for the last 2 years, I spent my birthday away from home. It is pretty disappointing to be away from home and not with your usual group. But time to grow up! The best part was I DID spend my birthday with all my CLOSE FRIENDS as always. A group of 8 of us, partying it out at kodaikannal! The weather was just great with the minimum reaching as low as -1. Freezing?? Not exactly but my kinda climate! (I love winter) So we did party it out as the usual way. Just that the partying mood started as early as 30th dec. With 3 days in kodai, amazing fun! We checked into a hotel for the mid-night celebrations! OK music, nice disco. No good chicks but decent enough. To my horror, I found another group of my seniors (15 of them I guess!) at the same place. It turned out to be nice... 23 ppl from the same college partying. It’s always nice to party with a large group. Came back to the cottage where we were staying. Continued the celebrations with party performance enhancers and partied till dawn. Didn’t realize when I dozed off but then when I got up for a call probably an hour later... i did see that every one were laying dead on the bed! Sleep was something I could not expect and something which I never got anyway. By the time everyone got up it was afternoon. We had our lunch and headed back to hostel!! A stupid bus ride but worth it.

As I said in the beginning... A lovely birthday celebration. But, all good things have to come to an end. So did this. It was something I had not foreseen. It came swift, painful and TRAGIC! The blow was almost fatal with me just managing to survive. It was way more powerful than all the birthday bumps I had ever got, put together. My heart which was pumping adrenalin all along started pumping hate, agony and misery. True... tragedy strikes when you least prepared for it. It hits when you are so vulnerable.


It was a birthday gift I CAN NEVER FORGET!!!


I am happy that it came at the last hour of my birthday...

Stadium in a room!

Akhtar at the end of his run up. You can see pure aggression on his face. He is coming charging toward the wicket bowling to one of the best batsman in the world… On to the front foot and the ball has disappeared out of the stadium. Sachin is doing what he is best at… whooping the steam out of the bowlers.

The sound is so real that you cannot find the difference between the stadium and our indoor theater!!

Watching a match with someone around is great but with 500 people around you?? It just can’t get any better! It’s the stadium atmosphere. With all the ohhhhs and ahhhhs made when the ball just misses the wicket or fails to take a leading edge, to the whistles and screams when the ball crosses the boundary line… you can find it all.

Yet another feather in my hostel’s hat! Experiencing the thrills and chills... man, I just love it. I love my hostel. You just can’t watch a match like this anywhere else. Surround sound effect with Dolby tech! To add to that, you have more than 500 people screaming and cheering their home team.

Merry Christmas!!!

Some people find it funny when they attend their first christmas mass. Especially when you have no clue of whats happening out there and the language is too complicated for you to understand. You look at people around you praying and you finally decide to follow the crowd. But still, you do feel out of place.

I was one of those!!

No doubt that it was an enlightening experience to know the insights and proceedings of a new religion... but still there is a nagging doubt in your mind... what am i doing here??

The cake was great!

When you travel 8 hrs in a stupid government bus with pre-historic seats... you wish the trouble is worth it.

It was.

Weight Control

I weigh 74kg and my waist size is 32 inches!!

That was my condition 2.5 years back. I now weigh 60 kgs and my waist size is 28 inches. Well, it did not take me so long to reduce. Infact it just took me a month to come to my current weight and i have not put on weight since then. Hostel mess zindabad!!

For a guy who is 5'11 is it that bad??

I remember vodka telling me that i look punny on a pulsar. Bloody hell, who cares!! Its not that i listen to people... more over i am probably gona ride on heavier machineary like the Yamaha R1 which has got 180 horses under its hood. I dont give a damn about how people think i look on a bike. I would go by the pleasure and kick i have riding her.

But then... i dont like the fact that people think i am too thin. I do realize that i have actually shed down really a lot and its high time to put on some weight. I just cant find out ways to put on some weight.

I am at home right now and making a conscious effort to eat more and put on some weight. But, i am sure once i am back to mdu i would loose all that extra weight. And the gym, would actually act as a catalyst!!

I am happy i am not carrying any extra flesh. Makes me more flexible, agile and ready for action 24x7.

LAKSHYA...

A dark tunnel leading into another. Is there light anywhere. Wish I could say let there be light.

This is my conditions as of now. I am stuck in the silence before the war. I have just come out of a tunnel. A tunnel which took me 2.5 years to travel. Though I see tunnels... I see a lot of them. Each of them as dark as the others, as inviting as the others and as attractive as the others. Its time to make those few vital decisions which are going to pave your path to glory. Glory is the destination... But you have to choose how you get there...

This post has been titled lakshya after the movie by the same name. Its one of the movie that has had its impact on me. I must have seen the movie a million times. It just reminds me of myself.

A man, with no possible knowledge of what the future has instore for him, who is happy go lucky type ends up on one of the highest peaks of the country!

Well, It took him 24 years and 18000 feet to realize himself!

What about me?? No idea again. Just when things start to clear up its gets blurred again. Its like watching a trailer.

Back to BASE!!

I have finally reached home. It was a gruesome 3 weeks. This is the first time in 5 sems that I feel I have put in some work towards my acads. I just hope the results show the same.

The trip back home was bad. Reached chennai about 2 hours late. I was actually thankfully that it did not rain that day! My train from chennai started 1.5 hours late and reached hyderabad about 5 hours late!! I thought I would see the rising sun back at home but reached on time for lunch.

Even the company back to hyd was not great. I had 3, ok looking gals in my block. Initially I was excited. Finally I get to see some good looking gals.. Fact that I am deprived of them back at mdu! So I guess I made great plans which eventually crashed harder than a MIG-21.

It turned out that all three of them were from IIT M. A place, a dreamland for many including me. But destiny has its own way! Now this is where I found out the difference between a normal gal and an IIT gal!!

1. All they spoke about was about their courses.
2. Though they had a junior around... NO RAGGING!!
3. They were discussing about how their profs teach.
4. About all the "mugging" that they do.
5. Tips on doing it better.
6. Each of them shouting at the top of their voice just to be heard... Haven't they ever heard.. You need to listen to the other person too.
7. All of them speak at the same time. Do not care about what the other person has to say but all they want is to put their point forward.
8. They do not speak about the guys!!
9. And finally when they DID speak about the guys... They addressed them with their "All India Rank". That guy is AIR-2 and he is AIR-196. Blah..Blah..
10. They started discussing about some theory on how to arrange their wardrobe.. How whites are a big NO-NO and black ZINDABAD. Didn't you know that black is the best colour no matter what!!

Well, I would have spoken, IF I WAS GIVEN A CHANCE. They were busy in their own world that I was not interested in getting them out of it.

Are all gals like this?? Obviously NOT, cause I know a lot who are not! But then.. With gals.. You never know!!

Anyways, I have finally come back to home base and intend on doing something worthwhile for the next 2 weeks. Well, I did have a good start as I slept the whole day.

I’m coming back I will return

And I’ll possess your body and I’ll make you burn

I have the fire I have the force

I have the power to make my evil take it’s course

THE DEVIL IS BACK!!

4 digit and still going!!

Yippie!! I have reached the 4 digit mark.. Thanks junta!! Well i guess it reached the mark on 2nd dec!!

1000 and still going...

Sword raised... Ready for WAR!!

Its that time of the semester again...

Sem exams begin from Monday. The preps are as usual not up to the mark. But, being a faithful engineering student... The true and effective preps start the night before.

Its gona be a 3 long weeks. No sleep for starters. Though it is hard, this time I am certainly gona try not sleeping. Sleep makes all the difference. Pass or fail. S grade or A grade. Midnight teas and teas at 3 in the morning would surely be in.

The best part of staying in a hostel is that you always have some one to explain anything to ya and the atmosphere at 2 in the morning is similar to 6 in the evening. You still have people roaming around in the corridors. Canteen, is always a crowded place. Max crowd between 12 and 1. Its kinda psychological to have tea or coffee once the clock hits 12.

I certainly don't have a great CGPA (Cumulative Grade Point Average) to boast about. Infact I have one the most pathetic ones. So, this time its gona be a sincere effort to try improving my GPA. Though I hate the system, it sometimes gets to you.

The below are a few reminders I have made up for myself.

1. NO SLEEP!!! ( no matter how much I love it!)
2. don't leave portions for the next morning.
3. No better time than night time.
4. High time to prove my worth.. And prove a lot of people wrong.
5. The heat is on... Sweat it out.
6. Its time to "reclaim" my life. I cant find a better chance to start off with.

The swords are raised and the WAR horn has been blown. Its now or never.

December 2nd, independence day, for me, at least. Would be on a train back to hyderabad!!

Henceforth, I guess the next post would be after I have completed my sems.

Wish me LUCK!! (well I don't believe in it.. But then what harm may it cause!!)

Edited on 14th Nov:

One more things to the list!
7. NO cricket... even if INDIA is on a winnig spree and Dhoni's favorite number is 6!! Yippee... India won the series!! Watch out SA!! 1st ODI at HYD and i cant believe i am not there!

The PAST SEZ.....

People keep telling "don't look at the past" "Forget the past" "Jo hona tha so hogaya... Uske bare mein sonch ke khy faida"

All shit. The past is your portal. It is an experienced proof of all the mistakes, achievements and everything you did. How can you even think of forgetting the past? How can you even think that it holds no reference to you?

The above few lines were probably written out of frustration. But then, sometimes you do realize that it is the past that drives your future. You might have been a king in the past, you might have been the best of the best, you might have been the most wanted guy/gal, you might have been everything you are not right now! So, don't look at the past and just drive on?

The point of being what you were in the past is something like benchmarking yourself. The fact that eventhough you have lost all the luster you had in the past, you atlest HAD IT!! I would say it is the driver of your future because all the feelings, at the height of your life cannot be forgotten. The point that you have reached the apex is that you can always reach it again!

Why do we fall son? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up again. - BATMAN BEGINS

When you build a castle from trash... and if the castle happens to... disintegrate, we at least have the belief that we can do it again because I have DONE IT IN THE PAST! been there, done that!

The frequent misconception is that thinking about the failures of the past might just get you down. The way to look at it is to analyze what went wrong and start working on it. Learning to pick ourselves up with out any support is tough but sure is a thrill when you do it.

I had an impressive past. When I look back now, I guess I did have my share of stardom and fame. But do I have it now?? The answer would be in the negative. But as I said... If I can do it once I can always do it again. Everyone dreams about being famous. I, don't dream. The omens keep saying you will be back... I know I will regain my lost territory. The question is when? Its not the mera number ayega stuff... Its more like the silence that prevails before a fierce battle back to the top.

I guess that explains the shit all of us go through. Its more of a training given to take up the worst. So, no matter what comes along your way... no matter how hard it is. The PAST is always there to your rescue. I have seen worse... That changes the whole senario.

My def. For PAST- Post Analysis for Steady transition (transition to the better...)

THIS IS WHAT THE ANIME WORLD THINKS OF ME!!!

Got this from vodka. Cool one!! Well, i guess some of it is true! I would have liked it better if the snap was of a guy.



Your Hidden Power Is Fire

You have a strong and courageou soul. You show
no fear when it comes to protecting the ones
you love. You know when choosing between right
and wrong. You also are quite the rebel.

Gem Stone:Ruby, Eye
Color:Red,Hair Color:Red with Blonde
streaks that is just below your arm pits pulled
back into a pony tail.

Quote:If you're lost I'll keep you warm
and if your low just hold on..cause I will be
your safety.....don't leave home.....

What Is Your True Hidden Power? .::Beautiful Anime Pics::.

Laugh It OUT!!!

3 sardarjis' were feeling happy in a bath tub!

Suddenly happy felt frustrated and left!!!

500 HITS and MORE!!!

Hey ppl!!!

My Blog has crossed 500 mark!!! I am so glad. Although I started the site meter way too late but still... 500 in 2 months! Well thats good for me. And I need to thank you guys/gals for it. So.....

THANK Q!!!!!!!

Right now I am being buried alive under a huge heap of books for my dumb internals!! Will post once this shit of exams get over!

Smoking all along!!!

I heard this song from venks, said it was pretty famous back at IIM L. Well, all it takes you is to listen to this once and you are automatically attracted towards it. Lovely memories and wonderful song. I just had to put this on my blog!!!!

Thanks AC for the lyrics.


Dosthon pe betha, mein sutta pee raha
Pappa ne mujhe sutta peete dekh liya
Ghar jaake pahucha tho mujhe danda ho gaya
Bhenchod sutta, sutta na mila

Bhenchod sutta, sutta na milaBhenchod sutta, sutta na mila
Bhenchod sutta, sutta na milaBhenchod sutta, sutta na mila

College me gaya, mujhe pyaar ho gaya
Usne bhi mujhse mere sutta cheen liya
Sadko pe ghooma, mein tanha reh gaya
Bhenchod sutta, sutta na mila

Bhenchod sutta, sutta na milaBhenchod sutta, sutta na mila
Bhenchod sutta, sutta na milaBhenchod sutta, sutta na mila

Shaadi hui, mein husband ban gaya
Raat bhar thoka, mein thakke gir gaya
Khushiyon ke khaathir, mera sutta cheen gayaaaaa

Bhenchod sutta, sutta na mila

Bhenchod, maachod, bhenchod maachod bhenchod maachod
Bhenchod, maachod, bhenchod maachod bhenchod maachod
Bhenchod, maachod, bhenchod maachod bhenchod maachod
Bhenchod, maachod, bhenchod maachod bhenchod maachod

Bhenchod sutta, sutta na milaBhenchod sutta, sutta na mila
Bhenchod sutta, sutta na milaBhenchod sutta, sutta na mila

Zeest - BC Sutta (thanks venks!!)