Life of a person takes a gigantic leap the day he steps into a college and the genesis of his dreams plunges on the journey of 4 years of Fun, Frolic and Books. The excitement multi folds if he is a proud part of any Engineering/Medical college. Though I did not attend any medical college (although I wanted to, though I wanted everything) so I’ll not get into any anecdotal ranges of the same.
Well let me first tell you some stereotypical and Generic facts of an Engineering college (Devoid of the fact whether it’s an IIT or any Lala Foos Mal college of Engineering)
1) There would always be a security guard at the main gate with whom you would want to forge friendly relations.
2) There would always be a gang sitting in the corridors teasing the by passers.
3) There would always be a khokha not more than 20 metres from the main gate of the college where an old aged person would serve you Chai, mathi and cigarettes.
4) There would be a few couples whom u would find in the Safe corners ( Discussing about Java, C++ ,C- -and primarily their future plans)
5) There would be students who would sit right under the nose of the teachers and would say YES MA’AM – GOT IT MA’AM at every instance.
6) Then, there would be students (Read Guys) who would grow Beard during Exam days. ( I still wonder why they need to grow beard to prove that they study)
7) You would always find a guy walking down to library at unearthly hours with tons of books in hand.
8) And then, there would always be a beauty in the college for whom every guy would say – Yaar..Agar yeh haan kar dey na to saala shaadi kar lu!
9) There would be couple who would even visit the libraries on Saturdays n Sundays to discuss about various other things ranging from Future planning to Family Planning.
10) And, some morons like me who prefer not to attend classes and roam around the college unnecessarily.
Will pen down soon.. the remaining part.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Does God Really Exist?
At times I wonder why does god reflect a prejudiced and trivial side to an individual. Does god treat everyone disparately? Does he have the right to misuse his power to be partial? Does his existence is really a truth or just a chicanery? All these question when I asked to myself last night gave me a perplexed outlook towards his existence.
(Flashback)
Last night, I felt bored of going through the regular-generic Finance case study, so, just in order to rationalise my “Fin-key” thoughts and to give relaxation to my dead brain cells I pulled out an year old edition of The Outlook which was safely lying Virgin ( Read Unread ) in my drawer. While flipping through the pages I was stuck up to an article about a Retired IAS officer who lost his wife and a son in an accident sum two years ago. Embracing the reality and moving on with the life was the only option left, he said mournfully. However, even worst came when his second son, daughter-in-law and the only grandchild died in a fatal accident... The poor unfortunate retired officer couldn’t take this... Went into depression and now he is inmate in one of the mental asylums.
A shiver underwent my nerves thinking about the man..How the man would have felt Cremating 2 sons, wife, daughter-in-law and a grandchild in just 2 years of time. Every emotion came to a standstill in just 2 years. Albeit, he must have thought of a contended family after retirement while serving his tenure as Secretary.
In a somber mood I closed everything, including my Investment case which I had to deliver today but I could not. I’m feeling too gloomy to do anything. I want to meet the poor man. I want to console the unfortunate soul. God cannot be so cruel to an individual. How can he simply do that??? How can he? All these thoughts paved way to certain thoughts vis-a-viz everything related to atrocities of god.
All these Investment electives...Exchange Programs... Professors... Cases... Grades...Placement sounded divestiture of one’s dreams and hard work at this point of time.
And I was just left with a single question..Does god really exist???
However as they say – Change is only constant in this impassive world. Anyway lets regain my focus again...
Friday, March 13, 2009
Yesterday I had nothing to do at all. Therefore I tried my best to kill my time. Tried to read sum books.. cudn’t digest the language. Tried watching TV, Cudn’t stand those wierd channels. Tried to watch children play..did it for sumtime and what not. In the 21st century you have lots of things to look upto to actually kill your time. However I failed yesterday or perhaps I’m in love he he. They say - We can do almost everything that we imagine. You don’t like your physical appearance? – go to a Gym and change it. Want a son who looks like Arjun Rampal and thinks like Narayan Murthy? - Get the bio tech guys produce one in the lab by combining the right DNAs. In between all this we have considered ourselves as everything albeit parallel to god; however there are certain things which perplexed everyone - The Indian TV fraternity.
I tried to surf numerous TV channels at an unearthly hour in the night, and I was like truly helpless. Started with the south indian channels, there we have a lot of stuff to watch there. Asianet, surya, udaya, vijay ajay, sujay etc etc. People are always happily dancing there in big crowds unlike the ever sobbing garishly dressed bahus on star plus. There is a hero and a heroine madly in love, and 2500 of their other friends celebrating their happiness in chorus. The hero is generally clad in body hugging white pants, a tight shirt that well accentuates his curd-rice filled belly and a tie that is as wide as a plantain leaf. He looks exactly like some distant uncle of yours in mid forties but only difference is that your uncle wouldn't have done pelvic thrusts on the telly with a woman. The heroine is generally the same size and she loves to show her thunder thighs in skimpy bright colored skirts. High energy music, ‘Chinamma chinammiya tara rara rara ‘and powerfully synchronised PT like dance moves, this one is sure fun to watch.
Much to my disdain I hopped over to another channel which showed some firang faces talking in hindi , as articulate and as precise as your school hindi teacher. Consider this : ‘Main hoon Paul. main kaafi mota ho gaya tha. Mera parties par jana band ho gaya tha. Samajh mein nahin aata tha main kya karoon. Aur tab mujhe mila yeh Tupperware ka slimfast. Isse to meri zindagi hi badal gayi.’These products remind me of the self help books that sell crazily on streets, assuring you that all you needed to become a millionaire was to read this book. The dubbed voices are really really funny, as there is a same set of people doing this for all channels be it cartoon network’s johny bravo or the unhappy - happy Paul on this channel.
Bored again tried swapping to a punjabi channel. I tell u try any of the hundred and one punju music channels (etc punjabi , alpha ,beta et al). There will be a Jaswinder Singh Bains (who ,now that he’s on tv, likes to be known as a cool ‘Jazzy B’) and millions others. The rocket speed at which the number of ‘punjabi pop’ singers is growing, chances are that you can never see the same singer again when you come back to the channel. Earlier on the countryside bumpkins of Punjab used to sell their lands to buy tickets to Canada precisely knows as Caneeeda in punbai dialect now they sell them to produce their music albums. It takes a green field of paddy, one tractor, one macho Punjabi munda with a bottle of rum in his hand and a few long-braided women in multicolored clothes to shoot such a song. Modern ‘jazzy B’ versions are generally shot in Chandigarh. I have seen loads of them.
Bored of all I tried catching up Bobby on Youtube, as she has Unfortunately left the MTV promoted roadies therefore that is the sole place where, now-a-days, I can see Bobby darling. While I was busy watching I realised that perhaps I can and I should approach her. Who knows I may stand a chance ( I know I’m good at kidding )
So my last wrapping up words would be - “kahin na laage mun.. kya hai yeh soonapan AAHA”
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
A new face.. A new attraction!
Ankhan kaliyan butheriyan puvaade paun nu” which means “Your eyes are enough To kill me” with those contemporary lyrics from the successful album of Harbhjan Maan..I’d embark on my prolonged procrastinated journey of Blogging.... The reason I wasn’t posting any blogs because a lot had happened Of late... Met with a “bit-shot-truck-collided-with-bullet” typo accident...Fractured my shoulder n bruised legs n bruised neck n what not and the doc says the ligament which joins the bone has also gone for a toss.... So all who thought I was dead and gone?? Well Baby not so soon..I am as alive and kicking as Jeetendra is in the 'tohfa tohfa tohfa laaya laaya laaya' song. J However one thing that has abysmally carved my belief in the adage that whatever happens, happens for the best is the night when I fell prey to that dreaded night... reminds me of a scene from the movie “Ghayal“ in which the ghatak deol litrally cries in the rainy night for his depredated Big Bro n no body helps. Anyway lets not get into the technicalities of the movie else I'm gonna go buy a DVD for me. ( Let me clarify I was not riding the Royal Bullet, I was the pillion rider)
Well despite being physically attenuated the comeliness in my character did not abstain others to come n console me.. Ya! Thats the only advantage when U get to subscribe such perks while in normal days it has a close proximity to impossible. This accident has taught me that never trust any Indian on the Indian roads hence has made me immensely precocious... Well the only thing that kept me glued on the bed these 12 days apart from reading and watching movies and doing nothing is the MTV promoted Roadies 6.... Albeit a contestant whose charm n smile really contributed a lot in doing so is simply wow!!! Simply wow!!! Simply awesome... Yes I’m talking about the Beautiful damsel... the drop dead gorgeous Bobby Chopra.. (Echoes the sound – Bobby chopra tu meri.. mai tera). I just fell in love with her smile at the very first glance... It seemed as if we both share sumthing in common, our billion dollar smile. It appeared as if the long wait for true love has come to n end (No pun intended) I’m very happy these days dunno why.. dunno why...dunno why. It would be obtusive of my obstinate existence If I fail to materialize this woombed sensation... I really pray that she wins the roadies. God!! Pls Help her win.
Ummm.. Well There is nothing special I have to write today so just came to dust my blog after a long time par haan in the 2 weeks I have read 3.5 books - one good and one ugly and one is still under observation. I was starving to read this entire year but never could get time.
Ouch! It hurts.. not the shoulder.. par yeh lambi doori between me n the first lady... he he
Anyway this is all for now..
Here she is..
Bol na Halke Halke... Bol na Halke Halke.. is the theme
I've been listning to this song in a loop for quite some time now.. perhaps its the lyrics or it is the music of this phenomenal track which keeps me glued... Needless to mention about the picturization which is beyond any adulations. You know why i have such an affection such n attraction with this song, solely because of the writing style, which is quite remarkable and pretty relative to my writing style.
Self adulation is injurious to the stakes.. however i cant forbear it.. Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! And moreover what i have realized is people have actually changed their taste of music from " Sarkaeylo khatiya jada lage....." to " andhere sey darta hu mai..maa" n by far its salubrious to apraise such a quality thing... and Prasoon joshi bagged the prize for the best lyricist is a testament to it. That a good omen however I cant listen to it in a loop, if ever i try.. i know i wud cry my heart out. Anyway lets not get into the emotional stuff n alll.. We'll talk about the gud times.. Oflate i saw quite a gud movies.. Vis-a-viz Ghatak.. Ghayal.. Chak dey! to name a few ( Yes i've a tandency to watch the already seen movies again n again ) n what i figured out is the hero of the movie always strive to a purpose... be it the King Khan hell bent to make his team win the world cup or be it The ghatak deol in ghayal struggling hard to fight for justice... or even be it The gorgeous n daring Mira Nair striving hard for her movie to be aired in india ( Gosh! i pity indian policy makers.. why cant they accept the fact that we indians have already grown up.. we also keep our eyes open to the issues which makes a bigwig's sweat at times) .well let me unfold some of the issues which were quite ostensible in the early 2000.. When the legendry director turned up with an idea of her movie " WATER" featuring " John" and some gud looking ladies.. all of them boycotted the concept thinking it wud spark some ethical issues n all that nonsense and eventually turned down the idea saying we'll not permit such kind of baseless movie in india.
We indian have the tendendy to close our eyes to reality.... to the things they dont want to see.. to the things they dont want to hear... how will they close thier heart to things which they want to feel??? I mean who amonst us doesnt know about the prostitution n khota's in Banaras and around india? Who amongnst us is unaware of the fact that such an abysmally engrossed pest should be weeded out? Who amongst us doesnt know that the candidate we have voted for is an obnoxiouslly corrupt? Who amongst us doesnt know the solution to such an obnoxios events? n the answer is " we all know what to do .. Why r we so reluctant to thing which r lucrative for us? Why cant we accpet the reality? Why have we made oursleves so irrevocable ? Why? Why? I know why... solely because we r satisfied with what's happening around.. we dont want to escape frm the so called " comfort zone" n the solution to this wud be the change in our's CHALTA-HAI attitude.
Recently i got a controversial SMS on my elegant Nokia N73 :0 stating " enjoy massage from models" that too frm a visible cell number.. ha ha ha strange ...( NO PUN INTENDED) Initially i was in a state of shock that am i reading it correct or not.. read 10 times. then i realized that yes! they have extended thier boundries from a clientale to a normal man... U all must have heard about the black tuesday's serial blast in the finacial caps of our country which claimed 290 person ( as per the government's toll ) am sure reality behind the scene wud be a different one...and this incidence was a true toast for the media channels so as to come with a MIDAS TOUCH news.. intrestingly all the news channels came with such a phenomenal presentations n stuff.. i was astonished to see such a vagor in their news... anyway all' well that end' well! n it'll never end...
Arguably we shudnt usher oursleves into the boundries which has expanded its horizons's to a terrorised versions... right?.. wrong!!
I saw some debates on the televesion which bestowed some hot issues.. n the notable personalities present were KPS Gill, PC Sharma ( Ex Honcho CBI ).. they had varied arguments .. varied points to come up with ... varied suggestions so as to rectify the problem... however they all zeroed down to a single point - Tum humein khoon do.. hum tumhe azaadi denge.. meaning u give us the relevant power n we'll free the country frm terrorism... so why cant our government allow them to use their neccesary right n powers? Why? Why we cant have the right so as to protect ourselves.. - Rights are for man.. Man is not for the rights!!!
We grew up listning " honesty is the best policy".. The question is - are we really following it? I'm not asking u to follow Gandhigiri nor even am asking u to abstain ursellf frm the evil of a lie...
It has nothing to do with the politics as we normally blame them, nothing to do with the prevalent conditions... nothing to do with anyone....however just try n be honest towards urself.. that'll suffice for all.
so shall we make the whole of our " Desh" a mess? is my question
Just think over it..... :)
I've been listning to this song in a loop for quite some time now.. perhaps its the lyrics or it is the music of this phenomenal track which keeps me glued... Needless to mention about the picturization which is beyond any adulations. You know why i have such an affection such n attraction with this song, solely because of the writing style, which is quite remarkable and pretty relative to my writing style.
Self adulation is injurious to the stakes.. however i cant forbear it.. Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! And moreover what i have realized is people have actually changed their taste of music from " Sarkaeylo khatiya jada lage....." to " andhere sey darta hu mai..maa" n by far its salubrious to apraise such a quality thing... and Prasoon joshi bagged the prize for the best lyricist is a testament to it. That a good omen however I cant listen to it in a loop, if ever i try.. i know i wud cry my heart out. Anyway lets not get into the emotional stuff n alll.. We'll talk about the gud times.. Oflate i saw quite a gud movies.. Vis-a-viz Ghatak.. Ghayal.. Chak dey! to name a few ( Yes i've a tandency to watch the already seen movies again n again ) n what i figured out is the hero of the movie always strive to a purpose... be it the King Khan hell bent to make his team win the world cup or be it The ghatak deol in ghayal struggling hard to fight for justice... or even be it The gorgeous n daring Mira Nair striving hard for her movie to be aired in india ( Gosh! i pity indian policy makers.. why cant they accept the fact that we indians have already grown up.. we also keep our eyes open to the issues which makes a bigwig's sweat at times) .well let me unfold some of the issues which were quite ostensible in the early 2000.. When the legendry director turned up with an idea of her movie " WATER" featuring " John" and some gud looking ladies.. all of them boycotted the concept thinking it wud spark some ethical issues n all that nonsense and eventually turned down the idea saying we'll not permit such kind of baseless movie in india.
We indian have the tendendy to close our eyes to reality.... to the things they dont want to see.. to the things they dont want to hear... how will they close thier heart to things which they want to feel??? I mean who amonst us doesnt know about the prostitution n khota's in Banaras and around india? Who amongnst us is unaware of the fact that such an abysmally engrossed pest should be weeded out? Who amongst us doesnt know that the candidate we have voted for is an obnoxiouslly corrupt? Who amongst us doesnt know the solution to such an obnoxios events? n the answer is " we all know what to do .. Why r we so reluctant to thing which r lucrative for us? Why cant we accpet the reality? Why have we made oursleves so irrevocable ? Why? Why? I know why... solely because we r satisfied with what's happening around.. we dont want to escape frm the so called " comfort zone" n the solution to this wud be the change in our's CHALTA-HAI attitude.
Recently i got a controversial SMS on my elegant Nokia N73 :0 stating " enjoy massage from models" that too frm a visible cell number.. ha ha ha strange ...( NO PUN INTENDED) Initially i was in a state of shock that am i reading it correct or not.. read 10 times. then i realized that yes! they have extended thier boundries from a clientale to a normal man... U all must have heard about the black tuesday's serial blast in the finacial caps of our country which claimed 290 person ( as per the government's toll ) am sure reality behind the scene wud be a different one...and this incidence was a true toast for the media channels so as to come with a MIDAS TOUCH news.. intrestingly all the news channels came with such a phenomenal presentations n stuff.. i was astonished to see such a vagor in their news... anyway all' well that end' well! n it'll never end...
Arguably we shudnt usher oursleves into the boundries which has expanded its horizons's to a terrorised versions... right?.. wrong!!
I saw some debates on the televesion which bestowed some hot issues.. n the notable personalities present were KPS Gill, PC Sharma ( Ex Honcho CBI ).. they had varied arguments .. varied points to come up with ... varied suggestions so as to rectify the problem... however they all zeroed down to a single point - Tum humein khoon do.. hum tumhe azaadi denge.. meaning u give us the relevant power n we'll free the country frm terrorism... so why cant our government allow them to use their neccesary right n powers? Why? Why we cant have the right so as to protect ourselves.. - Rights are for man.. Man is not for the rights!!!
We grew up listning " honesty is the best policy".. The question is - are we really following it? I'm not asking u to follow Gandhigiri nor even am asking u to abstain ursellf frm the evil of a lie...
It has nothing to do with the politics as we normally blame them, nothing to do with the prevalent conditions... nothing to do with anyone....however just try n be honest towards urself.. that'll suffice for all.
so shall we make the whole of our " Desh" a mess? is my question
Just think over it..... :)
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