Not Today-but tomorrow

It was 11 pm and usual after the dinner scene when my mom was upto keeping things back into place and stuff. I was watching t.v apparently with my brother actually none of us were watching it seriously as he was busy texting and I was ear-plugged to my favourite tracks and I appeared a moron that time to my mother. I guess it was the show Aap ki Adalat on India TV where Digvijay Singh was the guest of honour and was replying to Rajat Sharma's questions in the talk show. I hardly paid much heed as I was in some other world.

I was tapping feets and enjoying the music and suddenly had the urge to go outside and walk on the streets or may be go for a long long drive only to stop at the road side tea stalls for my favourite drink chai or coffee probably and enjoy the rain that is blessing us these days all over the country or dance continuoulsy for quite some time or worse... singing loud enough to let everyone know about it...I think these are the after-effects of having been lived in kharagpur that you become energised only in late-hours. Its 12 and I feel now the time starts but everyone around me is off to bed..uhmm..!

I just saw my mom irritated on some thing, must be a very simple common thing and sharing it with papa, bhai busy with the texting..I notice him using phone more than required frequency now-a-days, guess he's a girlfriend..Well talking on same line, I would like to show my disgust for those who go mobile-crazy and always busy with phone when they have people (as in girl friend/boy-friend whatever the case may be) in their life..Anyways...

I m still enjoying my music unaffected of things at home. Back at kgp I went dull during my last few months there but now again I m full of lists..I wanna learn dance..I wanna go for long long drives..I wanna explore places..I wanna ride a bike or at least sit on a bike :P..wanna work really well and earn good amount..hmm...!

I have my own set of things to do..a different sphere of understanding and not many would understand though..including guys at my home. They think I am from Venus, I guess I am....

I wanna stay myself! Just myself.

~Full of Life~

Nothing is better than something

The difference that comes.. makes things take for granted..
The things that were, the time that was...for all transformed into a memory of past..
Still it exist..atleast somewhere definitly..
Hope it emerges one day...

Shan-e-Ghalib

Aa gayii yaad sham dhalte hii
bujh gayaa dil chiraagh jalte hii

khul gaye shahr-e-Gham ke darvaaze
ek zaraa sii havaa ke chalte hii...


kaun thaa tuu ke phir na dekhaa tujhe
mit gayaa Khvaab aankh malte hii

tuu bhii jaise badal saa jaataa hai
aks-e-diivaar ke badalte hii

Idiot

Yes,I am one big idiot. Messing up with everything. Professional and personal,both the lives. Seems its the height,till when I will be sheltering behind saying I m not mature.

Ki holo? Kemon achis? B-E-N-G-A-L!

My stay is going to get over very soon here and I would sum it up in one line as "Unusual but refreshing". I travelled to many states in India because of the transferable job of my father, I have experienced the aura of many places but this time it was different and worth explaining. As correctly pointed by Poulomi my friend from Delhi and in Bengal too in the last post, there are really some exclusive and intriguing facts about this place,on the other hand some things are li'l depressing.

Here, I would like to list some common practices prevalent in my hostel-workplace-kharagpur-West Bengal-Bengal!

1. People are Lazy!
2. Marketing skills are poor, they dont like to work hard (Hard? big word!!)
3. Bargaining is a strictly prohibited act!
4. Vegetarian, please turn Non-veg else Die!!
5. Eating habits are pathetic!
6. Working hours are very short.
7. Gain weight upto 5kgs in 5 days.
8. Bengali is the international language.

Lazy people- Now why I say this,well, it seems people here do not like to work, they rather like spending their time talking or eating rasogullas or just doing nothing. For instance, I once went to a bank for some work, the person in-charge was moving his pen so slowly that even ants could crawl faster..They walk slowly,They eat slowly,They work slowly...

Bargaining-an unpunishable offence: I remember my initial days at kgp, when I went to tech market to buy some thing, Out of my usual habit of bargaining that my friends and I used to indulge in back at our places or u can say at other parts of India, bargaining here doesn't exist. To my surprise,I got such a cold response that I stopped doing this practice [which was so enjoyable :( ) When I left the shop to move steps further in hope that the shopkeeper would call me again as it used to be at other places,the shopkeeper dada never called me up :P

'Dada' : Dada is a common term used to call an elder brother here,initially it seemed quite weird to call a young person say a rickshawallah as dada, because people like me understand that dada only meant grand father to us. Once, I called a young man (a rickshawalla) as dada back in Delhi and he turned back at me making an ugly face and said "didi,aapko hum dada lagte hain?"

Veg/Non Veg 1:100 : Yeah, this is the terrible ratio of vegetarians out here so by default at all the places, the vegetarians are least taken care of. Drumstick-sounds like a weapon of mass destruction is a kind of green vegetable that was served in my hostel every other day only to feel pathetic about it.

Table sense : Not at all,I have seen people eating using both of their hands. I think I can better enact but seriously the view is terrible. In a way, it also gives you a good laugh :P

Wanna Gain weight?? Come here : Blame it to the irresistable mouth watering rasgullas(Rashogullas-as they call it!) that you will get in almost all the meals even in the breakfast. Believe me, its irresistible so much so that when you realise u have gained series of tires in your waist seems its too late to be doing something. The usual scene of a sweet shop is line of men taking home bags full of rasogullas every day. Do in our homes we take sweets in such quantity and frequency? I do not remember my papa ever rought sweets just for the desert purpose. The sweets in our home are there in few cases, when some guests bring it or we bring for the guests.

Bong-The International lingo : wtf! you really gonna have tough time if you are a non-bong. I mean, they wont pay heed u getting anything at all or aint. The height sometimes is that even if you are replying in eng/hindi, they continue in Bengali!!! And you go confused whats going on.

Although I have cited some curt truths that may not look nice, but I must appreciate following:

Eve-teasing : eve-teasing cases in Bengal are less. Seems men here are more cultured and well mannered than other places specially of metropolitans. I experience a drastic change of men's attitude towards women when I used to shift from kgp-to-home or home-to-kgp.

Culturally rich: Historically Bengal has a very rich cultural heritage. Bengal is, indeed, noted for its rich culture in songs, music, drama, dances and language. We all know Rabindra Nath Tagore was the first person from India to bag a Nobel Prize in Litreature for "Geetanjali" ( :) )
Bengal has a rich tradition of classical music of the subcontinent. Indeed, Bengal has produced many musicians and maestros of international repute like Ustad Alauddin Khan, Ustad Ali Akbar Khan and Pandit Ravi Shankar who have successfully made sitar and sarode popular all over the world.

• Life expectancy is around 63 years, and are almost same for the men and women.
• West Bengal leads with 69.22% literacy rate.
• Kolkatta Metro was the first underground railway to be built in India, with the first operations commencing in October, 1984.

P.S though it seems I have depicted a bad picture of this state, but I really dont want to offend anybody and if I hurt anybody's feelings I apologise for it.

I know the bong friends of mine would boil up after reading this, but this is purely my personal opinion and blog ;)

My two years @ Bengal

I daily experience many things about this place, about its people, their behaviour,their style, their manners,their lifestyle and what not...I have ample experience to share..most of them if not all are bitter. These days I think I have become li'l frust as the lingo here goes and li'l busy too.. So I am leaving now to promise that soon I will be coming with my new post wherein I will be sharing some facts,secrets and gossip about The Great Bengal..

Till then..take great care of yourself :)
Peace

FIFA, rain & bla bla

Hai peene ka mausam

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Current mood : Contemplative

The latest song "Pee loo" from the movie "Once upon a time in Mumbai" is a beautiful song.Its been romantically picturised so much so that even Emran Hashmi looked a better man. This I realised while sitting cosily in front of the t.v during my short stay at home in Delhi. Adding to my mood, Rain God is on the DUTY. Its raining gracefully. Earlier I used to be one big nuisance who used to curse and scamper for cover when it used to rain but,Now it feels great to go for a walk or look with awe and admiration as droplets of rain hits the face. .Wow..I can spend my whole day just sitting near the window seeing those fresh droplets meeting their end on my hands and leaving a nice simper on my face.. Coming back to the song,the lyrics somehow confuse me..How can one do "Pee loo during peene ka mausam" . Idont understand, Can anyone Throw light?

Honestly telling the lyrics say something else if u concentrate.I mean, "Pee" "Loo".. ? :P

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Does that happen to you?

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The next thing that I m goin to share is something very unfortunate and is silly. Let me do..

See I dont intend to do this but it happens somehow and trust me ther's no fault of mine. Let me explain, it happens at times that if suppose, I m at home; and watching television alone(in the room)..believe me; it could be any music channels or bollywood movies or even english movie channels,everything comes clean. But as soon as somebody enters especially mom, dad OR di..immediately out of nowhere explicit scenes starts playing. They make me feel embarrased and angry that how when I was alone nothing of such sort was there and all hell broke now. why? [ Hey Dont think that I wait for them when I m alone :P (there are many options and not just home's T.v for if somebody really wants to see those) Phew!!! ] I just keep thinking what mom thinks when she turns her face after having a glimpse :P

God ji!! Help..!

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Germany vs Spain

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Last night was some fun. :)

Honestly telling I never saw Spain playing footer before though I have heard it won many matches recently like the Euro cup and etc. And beause Germany is my favourite so I was vouching for it. But dude..got a surprise Spain..O my Gawdd!! The minute they started the game took almost 85% possesion of the ball and played smartly and effortlessly. Short passes,header's,Villa,Iniesta,Xavi,Xabi made German fans chew their nails!! What a team!!

Germany was just a decent defender in the match.The latest global celebrity Mr. Paul's,the Octopus; predictions are also proving to be true. I dont believe but now even Germans are forced to believe who are generally not an ordinary superstitions.

Now I m all for the sunday match between Dutch & Spainards. Hoping this time the Oracle Octopus is wrong.

Yo FIFA..!

Rainy days...

There are some songs that reminds you of something. They may not seem that special to others as they do to you. Here, I will mention one such song that whenever I start to listen fills me with strings of pleasant feelings related to my initial days at kharagpur. kgp becomes a Queen in rainy days. You feel blessed to be present in this placeduring such time. Especially for those who loves rain and nature its a perfect place!

I remember me walking on roads while it was raining. The sight of green wet trees ,branches of which swaying away in wind is what that takes your heart! The feeling is unusual, I can not actually describe what it is of. But i felt great. I felt independent. Now, its the same time in the year, the first rain has already poured down.The weather is pleasant like heaven and I continue to listen the same song...


Rascal Flatts: What hurts the most

owl-virus-sweet bengal-me!!

Now whats this yaar? Its 3 in the night n i m one such owl...m supposed to be doin something which i m certainly not doin rite now..this night was in my wait list. Yup, my mid-sems got over today..after such a hectic week, where I happened to give 2 exams in a day, an afternoon exam n morning exam the next day..I took a breath of relief today.
So what to do? After the exam we headed straight to the Tech market, well ther’s nothing technical about this market still its called so... may be because its a market in IIT . Rofl! n the term must have been coined by a Sweetner (Bengali...No offence please!)

There are many things out here which if I start explaining can make us fall off the chairs laughing. After the lunch i hit the bed to catch up a comfortable nap which lasted till 5:30 when Deepti woke me up. Now, we had planned this visit to watch the Classical dance drama production called UTTARAYAN to be hosted in Netaji audi at 6pm sharp, something.. planned 2 weeks before..so we ( deepti,suman n myself) scurried to the said place.

Well we forgot about the IST.. i mean Indian Standard Time..so instead of 6 the show started at 7:30. Meanwhile we went to hijli n had “Jhalmuri”... one of the most popular and iconic snack foods from Bengal made from [puffed rice n had fun. The show started n we enjoyed to the core. It was very good to see performing very young intelligent people work of such level. Missed our dinners, back to hostel had maggi in the canteen, tried to watch T.V but Mosquitoes gave us no respite n kicked me back to my room. O yeah,.. Deepti n I had planned to watch a horror movie together, but later on dropped the idea riskin our lives :P n better watch tomoro in a big group because some of them still havin that 1 last exam :D

So I m here again in my room. I was expecting somewhat more fun. But why its only during the exams that we get all the nicest ideas in the world to do excitin things which we certainly become tied in chains to do at that point of time n postpone it for post-exam timings. But see here, thar time has come, but I aint havin fun. Leave fun, atleast I can have a good sleep. Alas, neither ...


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Dunno what is the connection between me n virus..when I was back home Delhi , every other day my bro used to scold me for spoiling the system with viruses ( I still believe I was never at fault :( )and here again the same story, n this time its my cell phone. I never knew even cell phone can catch bugs. But now I have all the reasons to believe. The condition of my phone is such that my all Inbox messeages are deleted, my ph. Gallery is empty, it doesn’t show sent messeges either. Its screwd up! Who to go help for? :(


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THE GREAT BENGAL n me !

When I was in Delhi i used to weigh a good 51 kgs :)
But ever since I have arrived here in kgp, the graph is catching up exponentially :( how to type(it hurts :( ) but I used to weigh 51 kgs..but the story is different now. I am a fat ass of 58 kgs n after 2 days gap I m being shown 60 kgs in a (faulty x-( acc. to me) weighing machine. I don’t believe! I don’t believe! These are erroneous results. But when i recapitulate.. being served sweets in every damn meal over here, even in snacks..(how can u eat samosas with rasogullas? Ewww.... or again rasogullas in dinner) I re-think n nw planning ..better to start running from tomorrow.

Not only sweets, overall the food is so oily sometimes that once when I was served Beguni( Brinjal ke pakore :P )i thought I can squeeze oil n prepare an omelette from the same!


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P.S: pata nahi what all crap i wrote without giving a second thought about editing. Read kar lena :P

Rathore: Protector turned Predator

19 years have passed by. And here comes the Justice- six-month jail sentence awarded to former-DGP S.P.S for molesting a then 14 year girl Ruchika who later commited suicide. It’s like a daily affair now. Lots of Jessica’s and Ruchika’s are losing their lives and we Just wait for our Beloved Court to come up with a punishment .

I was taken aback when I saw in the news how the prime convict in Ruchika’s molestation case walked out with a shameless-smile on his face after hearing his punishment from the court. He easily made a mockery of our judicial system. Ruchika was 14 years when she was molested and when she protested, she was caught in a dirty political game where big names were involved including ex-CM of Haryana. Three years later, expelled from school, her brother was regularly tortured and was framed in more than 11 false cases. In short, her life was made hell by Mr. Rathore who was holding a big rank at that time which he had got for definitely not doing what he was doing. Overwhelmed by what her family was going through, she committed suicide… In spite of all that, he grew from height to height and retired as a respectable police officer...

What a shame Mr. Rathore!!

But the sad part is that he had no sign of remorse on his bloody face when he heard about his conviction. Instead he was smiling. I felt like slapping him. I just want to ask him how he would have felt had the same thing happened with his daughter or daughter-in-law if he has any? Would he still be smiling?

You know, actually we are expecting for no reasons. We know he’s the culprit, We know he has cost the life of a budding tennis player, leave all that, he, who has seen all the wealthy (and sexual) pleasures of life had scourged the life of a 14 year child who had seen nothing in her life. But the Indian Law thinks molesting somebody is not a crime of that level which we are expecting. Nobody knows, had Ruchika not complained about him, he could have even raped her. Given the lust he was having, too weak to control himself, that old dumbshit Rathore could have done anything.

Actually,the law gives so much respect to old age, that even the molestation of a kid forcing her into suicide becomes a little scar that would heal in time and therefore Rathore was reported saying, “It's a very old issue. Forget about it now”.

I m feeling so bad. Its like loosing your trust on everything. How long will we continue believing “ Bhagwan ke ghar der hain magar andher nahi”
A 'der’ of 19 years is too much.


C’mon we can hear some stricter punishment…

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How I missed my train...

It's been over four months since my last detailed post. Life as I knew it has changed dramatically. I do get computer time, in fact all the time in here I haven't been blogging at all. I'm still not writing it off or anything, in fact, there have been many things I've thought about posting about. It just never seems to materialize.
I had booked my seat in Puri New Delhi Express for 10th Dec in the month of November only. Going home after so many days and after successfully completing the first semester was a reason to be excited. Our exams got over on 26th November Everybody was going home daily.. Well, I could have left on 27th Nov only but I decided to go on 10th Dec because of friends (:P), Grades that were scheduled to out on 5th Dec and project allotment thereafter.

The day came eventually, that evening of 10th I can not just forget. I was happy and excited, to the degree that when my friend told the train is late for 11 hours I dint listen to him. Though I wasn’t wrong on my part because in one of the website which I tried to look for train timings it was showing me it to be late by 1.5 hours and frankly telling I never knew trains can get late by 11 hours. :O
So, I bid adieu to everyone and left for railway station. I remember, when I was half way through I was praying to God that the news about train delay must turn out as false because I had to answer my friend... but when I enquired at the counter, it was indeed late for good damn 12 hours. Holy shit! Now that meant, I had to then board the train at 6 in the morning. Came back to hostel with a low face. Next morning, was finally the day to go home. So I put my phone alarm to 3:20 am so as to get ready by 4 to leave for railway station.


But ..."The alarm didn't go off!" Damnnn...what to do now? I yelled as I flung the covers off and flew out of bed. It was 10 minutes to 6 in the morning and I had to be at the station by 6. Frantically brushing teeths grabbed the luggage and ran out of the door to the main gate. Immediately Called up friend and both of us just ran to railway station. I remember, how in rickshaw I was praying to my God....Reached station, platform no.6..... when asked a tea stall owner, bloody crackpot told the train has yet not arrived... took a deep relief and I turned bubbly , but when on the second time, asked another tea stall man, he told my train had JUST left kharagpur.. I must have looked so funny fumbling around trying to catch the already-left train. I literally broke into tears..the moment was awful, dint wanted to go back to the campus again 2nd time or for that matter at all, since I was all so ready to go home. Cried a lot...and was angry at myself for not telling anyone to wake me up at that time.

As they say, everything happens for something good. Let’s take the good thing out of this episode and be careful the next time :)

But why it happened , I will reach home AFTER 3 days now :( :( :(

Rintu-mania

Cant stop smiling, with the mere thought of the time; of me exiting giving my last paper from the examination hall,fills me with immense happiness..its 10:30 am and have an exam at 2 o’clock :( ........... No point in telling how i m feeling....its RB’s paper...

my roomie and I often make plans of what all we’ll be doing after exams..

but exams hain ki khatam hi ni hote.. :P

After I had my breakfast, I took my bicycle to reach to my dept.Today, I dint hit anybody like I was doing for two consecutive days. On my way, when I reached the main gate of my hostel, I saw a girl accompanied by her father n mother;I guess she was a new entrant so her parents had come to drop her. My eyes went nowhere but to have a glimpse of her mom.She was wearing a red colored cotton saree… she looked like a typical Indian mother. Immediately, one face that came in front of my eyes was of my mom.

I don’t know what has happened to me…but ever since I have arrived here at IIT kgp, every woman in saree or for that matter ANY woman reminds me of my mom.There is one time in day when I really go sad n feel incomplete. I miss my mom the most... I m just being sentimental and emotional right now while writing this post waiting for my Prof. to come with wet eyes...hope to get out of thios hangover soon...


Following excerpt i ve taken from somewhere, like to share here...

"Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom?

"Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will, but that's O.K.".......

Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?".
"All women cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say......

The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him, he asked "God, why do women cry so easily?"

GOD answered......

"When I made woman,
I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders
strong enough to carry
the weight of the world, yet,
made her arms gentle enough to give comfort...

I gave her the inner strength
to endure childbirth
and the rejection
that many times will come
even from her own children.

I gave her a hardness
that allows her
to keep going and take care
of her family and friends,
even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without
complaining....

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all
circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly....

She has the very special power to make a child's boo-boo feel better and
to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears....

I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults
and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart....

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but
sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him
unfalteringly....

For all of this hard work,
I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is hers to use
whenever needed and !
it is her only weakness....
When you see her cry,
tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though
she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.

She is special!

Wackier the better

Want to take revenge on your enemy?
Without letting him guess your intensions…
Ask me how…
Just give him a friendly advice to have the same broadband connection as mine.
He will die off!
(Out of frustration; obviously)

P.S : i welcome ideas, from all people IN THE WORLD ; on how to teach them(my internet service provider) a lesson. Sooner the better!

I am serious : !

Time and again...

Having some time that isn't up for grabs by responsibilities is amazing really.
The hot and sultry summers are here again!!! And every day is a Sunday...yay!! Once again it’s a vellapanti time...Wohoo!!! So… sitting idle, I once again am a Proud vella... Peacetime!

Everyone has friends so do I. Nothing great. But my friends like everyone else’s are unique and special for me.
It’s a need for all to have somebody to whom u can share any crap, any weird plans, celebrate, frustration-nikalo, disclose dark secrets…or may be irritate just like that. In friendship, according to me, what matters the most is the comfortable-ness. Life becomes simple when you have with you that person, in the same predicament, contemplating on the same choices, apprehensive about the same decisions and always lending ears to you for any of your crap to consider a topic of utmost relevance when you thought nobody will listen to it. Even if you are the strong person from outside, there’s a li’l dumb innocent kiddo within you and this kid sometimes can’t act wisely... then he/she surrenders him/herself to his friends assured of that nothing gonna happen to you as long as your friends are there.
Actually, the thing is I m feeling li’l nostalgic and as we(my group) says most often …feeling ajeeb sa...
When I was bored or when I was bubbly, when I was sad or when I was happy, and when I was just nothing to time when I‘ll be someone, I know I’ll have my friends with me. But, why m I writing all this when there’s actually no need to pen down a thing which is understood…oh ,I m feelin ajeeb sa... I love my best friends and I m really gonna miss them :(

I believe with time, everything falls into its appropriate place. Everything becomes crystal clear.I m growing and learning with time. But the worst part of growing up is that at some point in life, you are to depart from your close ones. And you loose them. Sometimes to distance, sometimes to fate, sometimes to time itself. Its a big big world...and you have the work pressure, career etc. to think of. We all are working towards finding a place for ourselves under the sun. So, it’s assumed, no matter what but you have to be moving on. You can’t do much about it. You give up to time…


For me time is moving really fast and soon I am going to enter an orbit where the baffling thought would be just “Time value and Focus”. 
Whenever I was unsure of the things, I used to call and share with my best-est buddies…now the scene will be different. A new world….. new people… everything new… li’l skeptical…


But when I think about this cute friend of mine.. There is a smile on my face :) ..u rock!!! In very short period of time we have become very good friends. Though we irritate each other, do legpulling, assign lots of weird names to each other …hehe..Yet,We do not follow any copyrights, Yeah? (It’s actually ‘to copy right’ :P)… it’s just understanding…which has done all the talking.
We had windows into each others' minds before we met. Of course, the real world is different, and it contains the very real possibility of turning virtual friendships into quietly shushed embarrassments of other’s experiences. But it was simple to be friends.


So placid is he that he'll pacify anyone with his wise talking, is wiser than he seems at first sight and an absolute chatter-box... Just switch ON this chap n he has the potential to talk for hours…but it’s actually great to listen to him with just one word contribution of yours n that is…hmmm…
So much that, he’ll forget he had to take food when he was busy talking...Hehe...but I like that…at least for a person like me who talk less there must be equilibrium attained. Lol!!





But on a serious note..ahem… nicest of human being I have met so far..very few have such great thoughts like him..in this cruel world where everybody is running rat race, he’s the person who’ll find time to help others..likewise, Ready to listen and to give advice about all absurdities… No doubt, people have chosen you to be the content developer..u rock!!
A perfect person for a perfect place-The Ultimate Serene Beauty..Yooo!!!


Me cool, u Fool
Jerry the rocker, Tom the shocker
And we Rock…yay!!!
God bless :)




Needless to say I survived the initial depression this year and things are looking much shinier.

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Whoa!!!!....overrr..Yes it is..

Completed all files..
Ready to submit.
Sounds great!!
I m relieved.

School Of Life

Changes happen whether you want it or not, whether you like it...or ignore it. And when you wish it, does It happens or not?

Let me discuss the Uncertainty principle… not the Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle but life’s uncertainty principle from my angle.

What is life? Who are you? And why are you here?

Once, was asked, a simple question, “Who are you”. Appeared a simple question, but couldn’t answer.
These questions bug me sometimes.


Life is so uncertain, and all you can do is nothing.
It’s full of happiness, sorrow, excitement, regret, anger, love,hate at one or other hour.Life without uncertainty is also no life. We are constantly living with some uncertainty in our respective lives. What I have been observing is that uncertainty keeps progressing with the complexity of life.

But on second thought, It feels, the more uncertain when life becomes, the more potential it acquires.. to emerge differently.
The more uncertain are the times for you, the fuller you are living your life. isnt it? You are living your life !!


Seen the movie ‘School of life’ lately- really inspiring.

Life is moving with a great pace. At times, I pause to realize that this particular time is never going to be back in life. Like these past three months, as if was one day and spent in blink of eye, but if I sit to evaluate... it was really something.
It has been changing and it is… even today. The Life!
Everything is getting cleared slowly but steadily.
Days are passing without a halt. God has the best time-table ever made . its going on and on....the flow somehow only slowing for a weekend to some extent. Again it picks the speed and keeps flowing. But the thing is whether this is part of everybody’s life even if they accept it or not OR is it me only?
Otherwise Life is good and I am happy. And like I said before, it’s full of uncertainties… just that…

Embrace it, live it!!


Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, through the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
William Congreve

Too caught up was I, couldn’t even take a note… of it creeping towards end!
Befuddled, it started fading… ‘Kept the fingers crossed’
Amidst the revelry, who’d be a fool to cut the sheen after all?
So did I…
Nothing happens unless first a dream…
They say, sometimes, better keep staggering forth.

Happy New Year!

I’d set myself for writing no. of times past these days, perhaps lacked motivation to present it. Anyways...
Here’s wishing everybody a very happy new year!!! May we all achieve best in everything we do..


A heavy blanket of fog engulfed the capital, visibility levels reaching minimal early morning and evenings and disrupting several flight and train schedules. Met officials said the foggy conditions would continue in the coming days. whatever, I m enjoying my daily coffee doses, my 9-10-11 hours course of sleep.

“This winter makes me lazy
And a cup of coffee makes me crazy”

Chilly foggy winters is typically a usual Delhi winter scene. But it’s proposed as “dilli-ki-sardi” I don’t see any point in it as it’s a normal-n-a- typical-north-Indian winter.

So how do I survive in it? Well, usually I (and all DU students) happen to be blessed this season with holidays. I have liked holidays earlier, but this time..not really. May be, these passing days are hinting towards the end of my post-grad days and it looks, I m already nostalgic...

• I’ll miss the classroom teaching
• I’ll miss doing practicals under supervision of Profs.
• I’ll miss reaching daily 8:45 for the class (which I used to hate)
• I’ll miss all those places where I used to get my stuff Xeroxed

• I’d also miss the famous trio “Arun-shailey-Manu” sir n they taking MSc.’s as a funny joke
• I’d also miss Dr. Anjali sood, shouting at us all the time (n we giggling during the course)

• Miss room no. 37 and 210
• Yea, I won’t miss my anatomy pracs for sure (which gave me some weary n teary times, ufff I hate making slides!! )
  
• I’ll also not miss making files for sure.
• Places like K-Nags (kamla nagar ..:P), Arts Faculty premises, Jai Jawan juice corner, our Hindu ki famous library.. or the very secret corner on the top floor of CSL library..awesome!! (a place to chit-chat and of-course to study .. )
  
  
  Still have couple of months, hope to get best out of it.
  

Largest and a Powerful DEMOCRACY!

The news has already rocked across nations and by now it seems all the fun & excitement is almost over regarding celebrations and time of action has begun. Our media guys are once again back to look for news in our own country. I so like to share on this.

All right, so Mr. Barack Obama, congratulations…for being the new President-elect of United States of America.

The US elections were interesting right from the time it started for obvious reasons. Firstly, Mr. Obama proved his victory by putting a stop to the ongoing rule of Bush-Clinton-Bush dynasty. And secondly by snatching the crown of ‘Mr. President’ from the jaws of Mr. McCain.


What all I could follow and therefore understand is that he came out a winner as an American solely and not as a representative of some “community” which I think is a hard thing to expect here in India that someone would come up courageously without being associated to some group to save his ***. We all are aware of the state of affairs here, citing an example of Mulayam-Mayawati promised promises towards their respective communities Or Congress supporting Muslims and BJP supporting Hindus stories, and if one can take out sometime to listen Mr. Thackeray’s speech made in favor of Maharastrians..what fun! The list is long…

NO, I am not bitching about anyone or supporting/disrespecting any political leader or their parties or maybe doubting their agendas. Just that, I want my country to break away the chain of having orthodox mentalities in which it is trapped which keep passing to its progeny unchecked and God alone knows how long it may go unless there is some CHANGE! Change of the sort like in America. I am just no one to bicker about it but I am just comparing the situations on the opposite sides of the globe. We have here those oldies(in the top positions) who rarely interacts with media and their left job is done by not-so-important politicians who just know how to throw mikes upon their rivals in the parliament house or know how and when to change ‘costumes’ when perhaps, they were supposed to take strong actions against terrorists.

We are progressing, yeah, if we look our graph of success. we are making missiles, launching chandrayans, winning gold’s and lot more at national and international level but the old problems keeps on persisting. Whether its about Kashmir(which is like a Gordian knot to solve), Naxals, women safety,dowry,corruption……………..because we don’t want to eradicate the problem by taking immediate steps that’s why I like America for standing up immediately if challenged by a problem.


I read it somewhere, that Obama stood up in Chicago and declared “if there is anybody out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible…today is your answer”

I just seek this much of confidence in our leaders to dare speak like this some day!