Indianness

What prompts me to write about the title is an incident. Today I went to a SBI ATM. As outside every ATM, it had an instruction: “Please wait outside when someone is inside”. Giving some kind of reverence to it, I preferred waiting outside, making myself the first in a queue. Little did I know, or in fact I knew, Indians are shameless. It was just a reminder. 2 guys brushed me apart, and entered the ATM cabin even though there were three people still inside. So, I had no choice but to make me a part of the shameless crowd and flouting the rules and go in. You defy Indianness and they banish you. Great, Isn’t it?

And it happened again in the next 15 mins.I went to the petrol pump and maintained the queue and two more bikes barge in between without caring whoever the hells there in a queue. Rowdy Indianness again. And the story doesn’t end here. It reproduces itself everyday somewhere or the other.

Lets talk about a stereotype Indian. One who is corrupt, flouts rules, has an innate “chalta hai” attitude, pisses on the road side, spits anywhere and everywhere, throws a piece of polythene or waste wherever it suits him/her, procrastinates, is never punctual coz he knows that has no value, waits for none (be it be a public queue or overtaking a vehicle or whatever) and finally blames the other Indians for the misery of India. Impressive indeed. And they say India is the second fastest growing economy. That piece of info flabbergasts me. If with such menace, India can be so booming, then had Indians been a civilized and self-correcting lot, India would be making even USA and China dance to its tunes.

Just a few months ago, CWG Secretary Gen. Lalit Bhanot made a press statement “Indians have a different sense of hygiene”. That drew flak from all quarters. But if you actually think about it, isn’t it true? I have seen people dumping things beside the road, when the dustbin is maybe just 10-20 m away. Sheer Indian hygiene. Or maybe consider the movie “Slumdog Millionare”. Just think!! Some classics from India like “Mother India”, “Lagaan” etc couldn’t get through the Oscars though they had a far more flamboyant and didactic theme but slumdog did!!Reason?? Accept it or not, everyone liked the real India and the real “Indians” being featured in it. I doubt whether it was really an achievement for India or rather a sarcastic mocking glance of the world at the crappy slums what they think is “real India”!!

And hold it , that is not the end. You are forgetting the most mesmerizing Indianness we have. Corruption and gorging and rampaging through the nations assets. And everything is like a vicious circle. U start from somewhere and you get back to the same place. So much is the influence of corruption that even the better lot have no option but to adopt it. Just like u don’t adopt Indianness, and you are kicked back. No more options. Talking about recent Swiss bank revelations, I would say Indians may be poor but India is not a poor country. I am not sure how that is at all interpretable, but true. With personal bank deposits of around $1500 billion, which is very shamefully 13 times of that of the total foreign debts of the country and also more than the sum of the deposits of the top 2-5. With that amount, 45 crore poor people can be given Rs 1 lakh each. And still, India is economically booming, says the stats. India would have been the numero uno everywhere without the havoc of corruption. I remember a news that hit the newspapers few years. A politician used to give his pet dog a ride everyday in a sports sedan!!!India is indeed booming and shining :P.

There need to be a revolution soon. The Indians have got to find the right meaning of Indianess. Not just find it, but implement it too to emerge as the citius altius fortius and for the world to look at it in envy. And next time, you go to the ATM, do wait, when someone is inside ;). Signing off
A.M.

The Perpetual Raters

Can someone really be so darn beautiful that even a glimpse of hers can make your eye-balls spin and toss like a coin inside!!Or was it just a dream? No, she is indeed real. But…aargh!!Indeed, I have a very capricious mind. Its not that for what m writing this. This is a sheer disapproval for the calumny I received from the group- the group which constitutionally sequestered me off its activities: The Elite Rating Group. Guess what it is???
Well we rate pretty girls :P. The rating system ranges from 0-10. The group members (only) have the priviledge to rate and the final rating is the average of all the ratings.
9-10: Exceptional
8-9:Outstanding
7-8:Good
6-7:OK!!
We don’t rate beyond that :P. Well, but damn, the now the group members dared to question the sense of rating I have. They say I have got weird tastes. But all I believe that I do rank the prettiest, sweetest and cutest girls higher :D. This is totally unacceptable. M gonna barge into the group guys and alter all your bloody tastes. Do wait for the brawl ;).
Aah!!m sorry readers if any at all!! The impossible syllabi for tomorrow’s internals has got me out of my mind. No offence to anyone!!N sorry for my mind-boggling posts.Signing off
A.M.

A Day at College

14th March 2011:

I woke up to the relentless beeping of the alarm around 7.30.The alarms such a *beep*.But I am worse.It was around 10 days I had bunked college in a row.So it was time for a change.A monday it was.I reached college at around 8.50 with my sole objective-Attendance.We had our classes to start at 10.I was one of the very few boys of our branch present that day.Hail the sincere girls.I went to a room and found "babe" there.She came and grinned in the usual manner she has been since the last 3 years and greeted me.My mind went topsy-turvy.Here comes the hellish heavenly kid :P.Due to some reason or another,she kept hurling my patience cajoling me for a siblate(sibling-wala-date) as usual to which I have never obliged yet :D.I would here like to underscore some convo:

Babe: "Know what,"dude" was sitting in front of me in the bus.I felt like hitting his head and throttling his throat.But I remembered you,so din do anything."
Me:"indeed.U are an angel :D.Me and dude are planning for going to dominoes this week"
And that was the last thing I told her in college that day.She threw my book on me and went away with a round dissaproving face that always makes her look so funny:D.

10:05: Just heard the Marketing class was suspended that day.DAmn!!I have come to attend classes today and how the hell can they do that!!Somehow we had a combined class with the Instru guys.thank god!!the classes started at 10:30.Last time I bunked a MM class,I found MM sir playing TT with my friends :D.Hail the master too:D.I kept on yawning and texting my surreptitious "mandu" (as one of my friend say).And finally the half an hour of torture abated.

11:00:We had 2 more classes that day including one by our HOD.I found dude in the very next room.He had a seminar that day.
Dude: "today "babe" was sitting behind me in the bus.I felt like elbowing her :D"

Me:"nothing to say"
dude: "can we go somwhere?Got the byk 2de?"
me:"damn!!I have come to do the classes"
And somehow I gave in.We were actually confused about where to go.He suggested Dominoes.But as we both don't eat non-veg on monday,so the decision wasn't easy.Flavours at Jagmara was another choice but finally we decided dominoes as a bunk should be encored like a bunk.Dude drove my byk.On the way,

Dude:"Why didn't you babe along to?We could have made her run after our bike "
Me:"LOL"

So finally we reached.A bit confused at first with the chain of resturants "dominoes,smokin joe,soul of china" but finally in to Dominoes.Ordered veg pizza and sat and talked for sometime,thanx to the late service.I told him about all the un-updated things about my life:D.There were only us and two more pretty girls who too seemed to have bunked college with their bags.So overall it was a great day,though the pizza wasn't.I sat there basking in the lightness of the surroundings oblivious of the doomsday awaiting me the next day.Life can be a real bitch at times.

28:3:2011 1:30 AM
Today we have our internals but all that hell about MM and Iwt is not entering my head.Shitty things.So all I could think is write this.No sleep too coz have been sleeping too much since last 3 days.God save me tomorrow.gonna sleep soon.Signing off

A.M.

Autobiography of my Specs

"Ladies and Gentlemen,This is the first time I have got an opportunity to speak my heart out to you,to tell you all about the atrocities that my master has committed on me.My story started round about 7 years ago when my master succumbed to accept me coz of certain eye defects.Initially,I had lots of problems to adjust to my master's fluffy rotund face but somehow I managed.

I have served him day and night since then but he fails to understand my importance,fails to give me the homage I deserve.God gave him 2 eyes,I gave him 2 more.But he prays to God but hardly cares about me.4 times since then,he has shattered me into pieces.It hurts.A LOT.But I behave like a humble specs with extreme fidelity to serve my master.

1st time,his mother gave him a tight slap and I had to bear the brunt of the attack.But I didn't mind sacrificing myself coz I think my master deserved to be punished for his misconduct.2nd time,his cousin bowled a bouncer and there I come,tumbling down,hit sharply and land on the firm ground,n my heart breaks down once more.But look at my master!!He is barely concerned about my demise,dumps me somewhere and starts playing again.Third time,he keeps me on his bed and also puts his full weight on me!!bloody hell master,I am there to take the burden of your eyes,not your ass x-(..

And the fourth time is now.But I am happy.Maybe my master do understands my importance now.He is havin a terrible headache all the time and feels like sleeping 24/7 coz of the heaviness in his eyes.You might call me sadistic but my master deserves it.This time he carelessly took a blanket off him and I go swayed away with the force and thud on to the ground.But you see,he is ready to take on the pain but lazy enough to go and get me repaired.He throws me here and there hardly concerned about the threats to my life.He hardly gives me a bath till his mommy shouts at him to do it.I stink and feel bad about myself.

Now it is too much master.U need to realise that all the wonderful things you see,everything you study,everything good or bad-you realise through your senses of vision,Its all coz of the comfort I give you.Without me,you wouldn't be able to ogle at those pretty babes,nor would you be able to enjoy the overwhelming item numbers!!Take proper care of me or get engulfed into the world of blurriness.Now take that as an admonition or whatever you feel like.Signing off

A.M.'s Specs"

BEARING THE BEER

Think of the time when you left home all alone to be the part of a new world , a completely different world with new people, a new environment and new thoughts. There must be many of you who must have faced this situation earlier, specially when you leave home to stay in hostels. The first and foremost thing is that you miss your parents and the so called world of “home”, Home-sweet-home as we say it to be. A lot of thing changes. A LOT actually. It depends on you how you change yourself..Its all about a choice that you make n mind you, the choice is all yours coz it is then time when you become a fully independent individual to make your own choice.

Well, too much of circumlocution. Let us move on to elucidate what the post title says. Now, that was the first time I was out of home, far away from my parents. It was the Silicon valley of India-Bangalore. It seemed all a very different place to me. You gotta get used to the pace of the city and run as fast as you can, or you get run over by the city!!I lived there in a PG, a pathetic place to be, or maybe it was the first time I was about to live in a place away from home for around 2 months.My only friends, my PG-mate cum work partner from Tamil Nadu, Mr RB. And not to forget Rohit Bhaiya, my some days wala room-mate,a very nice guy he was.

Dunno where to start the story. It might sound abrupt but lets move on to the point. RB had a friend coming to his room one day. Then I used to have no room partners. That day, they decided to booze. RB came to me requesting me to swap our rooms for the day. I obliged. Well, since that day, RB started lecturing me about beer, whisky, wine and stuff. Specially beer. Like its good for digestion, has medicinal properties and blah blah, I don’t remember. Or let me put it this way, I became interested to know ;).So then it happened. A very wicked idea struck my bloody head. And you can very much guess what it was.

So we planned it 2 weeks before we were gonna leave. But that day we came back from work around 8.So we decided to call it off for that day. So it was postponed for the next week. The next week on Friday ( I was to leave on Monday), we were again late from work and moreover, we had forgotten to take the key-opener from the laboratory. So, I had a queer feeling ”Maybe God doesn’t want me to try out wrong things” :D. But suddenly RB remembered about the cans and off we go, to the mall. That was the first time I was in a liquor shop looking at the beer bottles as if they were Katrinas and Priyankas. Till then,I had been asking RB to get me something sweet or tasty. He had laughed so hard when I had asked him about sweet or sugared beer that I preferred to let him make a choice. As he knew, it was gonna be my first time, he got something light for me. So, two cans of Kingfisher Beer, 100 Bucks in total. Dunno I was feeling so very guilty when I bought them, as if I was going to lose my virginity :P. But I thought of giving my guilt a break for sometime.

Then we went to the restaurant to have dinner. There, the dinner menu used to be horrible. Idli, vada, dosa, sambar blah blah. I pity myself for the 2 months I stayed there. Then I reached my room, called up my parents(my fone bills soared very high in those 2 months, so much so that RB suspected me to have a gf :P) and then the time came for the encore :D. I opened the can (350 ml). Rb instructed me “Dude,This is not your roti-sabji, so just don’t go on drinking, drink till you feel ok”. And then, I took a sip expecting it to taste like some regal juice. YUCK!!!!!!As bitter as bitter can be. A sip more and I was wondering how to finish the can. Morever, there still existed a sense of guilt and apprehension. What if I get too intoxicated, vomit or go outta control or maybe lose my senses!!I hardly had any idea. Well I had had 4-5 sips by then. Then the first thing I thought was to open the Bingo mad angels achari masti packet lying in my cupboard. Asked RB “what if I dip the bingo in beer and drink”. I dunno if what I said was so funny again that he laughed really hard, I preferred keeping quite and taking achari masti to assist my taste buds to let the beer in. Sip by Sip,I drank the whole can and nothing happened. It felt just as normal as it was.

My very next question to RB was “ Dude, why do u people take this? U see it tastes so horrible and nothing happens too”. RB-“You had less of it, when u have around a litre, u get a kick and that feels so good”. Me- “Is it just that? Then you could have told me, I would have kicked you on your ass”. Then, I called home again. Also two of my friends to apprise about the achievement :D (though I admit it was a very stupid thing to do). My friends didn’t believe me:(.Thereafter I had a bit o chit chat and we watched the FIFA semi-finals that day. And off to sleep after that.

Back home, I did tell my parents about it.I won’t mention what happened after that. But I regret it. Not just coz my parents chided me but coz of the fact that I tried something which was even yucky than bitter gourd, spent 100 bucks for it and still couldn’t realize its importance. It is rather good to have a glass of kareila juice. That would rather help ur body. I still possess the can as a memento :D. But I request all those who are reading this and plan to taste or try any sort of beer or whatever of that sort, DON’T!!Its not worth it. Better to have a Pepsi and stay a liquor-virgin forever ;)

Just as I said-We have a choice to make and it depends on us what we do. Anyways, the Bangalore visit was something I would treasure. Taught me quite a few things. Included in it was “Bearing the Beer”

Signing Off
A.M.

Who the hell cares!!

Hi again!!I hadn't expected that I would be so regular in updating my blog coz I sucked in maintaining a personal diary.But as I say,given a chance to pen down evrythings das going in my mind,I am not sure if it would ever have an ending.Now,this is some frustation emanating from my heart,may not be euphony but who the hell cares!!!

Life-The most intriguing thing of all.You try it to take it one way but you never know which way the unknown forces are dragging you into.Sometimes it takes you to a heavenly dulcet world where you least expect ever to be in,sometimes into a quagmire,a deep abyss with unknown forces sucking every bit of your perseverance and hopes or else it leaves you in the midst of the vast sea,where you dunno where exactly your destination lies.Now whatever,the situation is,Life is always a concoction of several surprising befuddling enigmatic elements.

There are so many philosophies that define life,sucess,failure,qualities,emotions blah blah.But is really life definitive??!!Whatever it is!!They say,do this,u will get dis,do that and u can work wonders!!I say,do hell,u get heaven ;).Well,I dont really mean that.M just about 21 and I am hardly experienced enough to elucidate dis stuff..But the thing is,when things dont work out your way,it actually hurts.When it happens once,u say maybe its for the better of mine.When it happens twice,you say maybe something good or rather better awaits.When it happens thrice you say,maybe I am lacking in something and need to do amends but when it keeps on happening,all I can think is to be said who the hell is gonna care!!

Maybe at some moment of time,you feel your self-esteem is at stake.But as time goes on,things turn out awry enough to make you blurt out,self-esteem-what the hell is that!!C'mon,why not pretermit the time that sucks and relish the moments thats worth it??Maybe you miss out some really pleasing memories while you are still sulking with fate!!Maybe you deserve something way too better!!Y not have a bawdy convo with dude and a nice fight with babe in that time ;) (U gotta read my 2nd post to get this).

Lifes interesting.It keeps on churning things outta you till you get dis who d hell cares attitude.Maybe it leads to a new beginning.Oh!!whatever it is!!Its time to make out for things you missed enjoying earlier for the sake of something "good".Coz the belief inside says-M gonna make something decent outta my life,no matter what happens.Sometimes,it is right to follow the heart rather than imposing self-restrictions.Eventually all the pieces will fall into place, until then... laugh at the confusion, live for the moment and know that everything happens for a "REASON".So baby,its time to rock n roll and spit out "Who the hell cares!!!"

Signing off

A.M.

"Music" ji, tussi great ho

Dear Music ji

Namaste.The ongoing times have not been very propitious for me.Things are turning out to be rather ugly,uglier than I think I can ever deserve.But you have been a part and parcel of my life as always and you still maintain a distinguished place in my heart.So I thought its time I need to apprise you of your exalted importance in my life.

I am not sure what form of u I started listening to after I was born.Guess my first melodies must be those soothing lullabies of my mother to make me sleep.Then to follow were the nursery rhymes meant to entertain and educate me,it was something that formed the framework of social and language skills that we need to prosper in the society.Then by and by,u started procreating yourself into several forms in my life.Rock,Jazz,Techno,soft,opera,hip hop,trance,folk,spiritual and the debonair of all forms-classical.I have relished you in all forms,anywhere and everywhere,anytime and everytime.

My passion towards you made me learn tabla.M sorry that its been some years I have lost touch with that,but I swear I enjoyed it.I plan to atone for that by learning guitar in the future and putting it to work.Be it be television,radio,my cellphone or my new mp3 player-I found heaven in u.So crazy I am for u that,I couldn't resist even a month when my cellphone screwed up and balked to play you and the outcome was that I got a Mp3 player.The time, I have spent making my cell phone play you for hours together-I must have set a record.

You are like a colourful thread woven into the entire fabric of my life.You are not just like a sound I listen to or a beat I dance to or a cadence I hum,rather,You are air I respire,you are food I relish and you are water that quenches my thirst.You are the zephyr that keeps my burning heart aplomb and the mellisonant melody that I savour.Sans your presence,my life would be an error.You are an error debugger in my life.You are my inspiration and you are my motivation.You are the creator of a whole lot of emotions and thoughts in my life-be it happiness,hope,patience,peace,romance and much more.When I plug my ears to you,I feel like being lost in paradise residing in complete bliss,delight and peace.You heal.Your absence would have made it difficult for me to sustain failures.U have enabled me to get up and get going.It is all about realising you,discovering you and transforming oneself through you.In the words of my friend,indeed "You are food for the soul".

Musicji,I thank you from the core of my heart.And a lot of people do share you in their heart with me.Hope u get better and merrier and keep on suffusing your dulcet tunes as long as the world exists.Tussi really great ho,sachi-muchi :*

A real admirer,fan and lover of yours

A.M.

DD-National:An anecdote

Hello Friends,Hi bak..This time it is a bit o lighter stuff..not as esoteric or philosophical as the mind or matter one.Well,M sorry if that post zapped ur esteemed brains coz ders someone whose feedback was that went way beyond the gamut of normal human thinking.That was kind of discouraging though but you can't expect everything to appeal to all the audience.So this time I have decided to pick up a topic which I believe is a nostalgic account for the visitors of my blog,even though m not sure yet,if anybody hardly even goes through my blog,coz I hardly get any comments..But never matters..Les move on to the crux of the matter..

As far as I believe most of you must be having a skyview/ortel/tata sky or other such connections from childhood.But lemme tell u,I could have that opportunity only in the 2nd year of engineering(The only person in my knowledge getting a connection after me is dude).Reason-My parents got me a cable connection when I was in class-II in Cuttack and I screwed up my studies bigtime.Not just studies,I became so lost and tangled with the TV-mania that I became oblivious of the world for some days.My parents used to reprimand me severely but I was so addicted,that hardly had any effect on me and the denouement was that they unsubscribed the connection within a month.Indeed,someone rightly scripted it as an Idiot-Box.So,I was left with just two channels-DD-1 and DD-Metro.So this is going to be an account of the sundry shows I savoured in those two channels.


So lets have a propitious beginning with rangoli,the mellisonant music show.Wake up in the morning and you find all the TVs tuned to it.It seemed it made up a perfect melodious morning for quite a lot of people.Talking about song shows,we also had Philips Top Ten which used to be famous then,as it featured the songs of recently released movies.But in my view,the best of all was indeed "All the Best" with Satish Shah starring in it.I remember watching it even before going to attend my final term exams in class 8.I would term it one of the best amalgamation of music and jest,alternating each other.

I must mention here that Sunday used to be a very busy day for me then.We had several cartoon shows,vikram betaal,shaktimaan and other shows coming up back to back.I loved the cartoons.Remember baloo in talespin,he was my fav.Also came the Mickey Mouse show,Disney hours and yeah,Duck Tales(I was a fan of the cast song "zindagi toofan hai...").Also,Dennis's menace was big fun,though I pitied Mr Wilson.Moving on to some fairy tale-type shows.Ali baba aur chalis chor,Alif Laila and Chandrakanta were some of the typical Arabian night type stories.The first two were actually borrowed from the Arabian Nights.About the latter,it was a nice creation except that I resent the discontinuation of that show midway because of unknown reasons.There was one character named Ibu in it and the reason why I still remember it is bcoz my mom was soo impressed with that character that she used to call by the same name:D.Not to forget Betaal Pachisi and the sexy multi-colored haired chudail in it.I wonder how these stupid things used to capture my imagination and interests then.Guess Its all in the maturity levels.Damn!!Its bad to grow up.Remember Hawayein??That was one of the most stupid shows-the fusion of a human and a witch.WTH!!The next craze was Shaktimaan.Sunday 12 noon-U dont find anyone's house tuned to anything else other than that.The Indian superhero Shaktimaan aka Gangadhar-Vidhyadhar-Mayadhar-Omkarnath Shastri Gram-Bhatinda,Post-Trikoli,Jila-something who came as a saviour of mankind used to arrive whirling past like a tornado and used his eyes and fingers to generate all his queer and annihilating rays destroying every evil in the quest to defeat tamraj Kilwis..Whoa!!that was one hell of a show.But it lost its way in the end and kept protracting the story with no substance!!That gave way to Aryamaan but the directing crew had lost it by then.It was a big disaster.Whatever it mayb!!Well friends if m messing with ur brains with my blogposts,den "Sorry Shaktimaan".Well das wat Shaktimaan taught me :P.Then we had those summer holidays special Chutti Chutti,a must watch for kiddos.

Suraag-I would term it as a show which showed some of the best detective stories of all times.I hardly missed any episode of that.Inspector Bharat-The prime starrer in the show-commonly known as Mr Soodesh Berri.He did use to overact a bit but I would applaud the writer for his spectacular story lines.The show after a few years came with an altered name called CID, with CID inspector Vidhan.ah!!I hope remember the concluding statement in it-"kyunki vidhan kanoon ka dusra naam hai".But I pity his assistant inspector Srivastav who never got his analysis right unlike his pro senior.Not to forget some classics like Byomkesh Bakshi and Tehkikat.These shows were impressive too.Then very recently we had another one detective show,Jo kahunga sach kahunga,which was also not bad to watch.

Then we had those short story shows with all kind of funny,silly,didactive and tragedic stories.Best among those were Mitti ke rang,suno kahani and muskurahatein.There was one programme called Surabhi casting Siddharth kak and Renuka Sahani.That show was like a mini-DD-Discovery.It used to show quite a few interesting facts from around the world.Coming on to Aap Beeti-the so called Horror show based on true incidents.But where was the horror?The theme was redundant.There used to be a girl/woman who was tortured/molested by a group of people and her spirit came back to haunt them.What was really preposterous is that why the bhoot always used to be a woman?And that 2 with a white sari?Is it that Women are more retributive and violent than men that the spirits are full-time woman?or is it that there is a big time quota in the bhoot world for women?And when do they change their outfits into white saris??Is that a tradition of the bhoot world?Or is it that a white sari seems to create more terror in the minds of the victims?Now there are a hell lot o whys.Its for u people to answer.Not to forget the golden hours in DD metro which produced some spectacular hits like hum tum ek camere me band ho,bol baby bol,Director's cut etc.

Well,dis post kinda seems interminating now.I hadn't planned of pulling it dis far.But Les not miss out the ultimate DD-1 serial Ankhen,the mind blasting action-comedy,though you might wonder how can we mix action with comedy,but the very talented director,though unintentionally,made it possible.Tuned to the "ramba ho" song all the time,the characters made a travesty of action,no matter how they shoot and combat,the blood oozed from the head of their opposition.The collonel was so godly that he was capable of making the dead alive as many as 3 times with his outstanding awakening spells.The helicopter they used always flew in the same location and all that the helicopter driver did was to shake himself rather than driving.Funniest action u can ever think of!!

There are much more things i wish to elucidate but guess the post has become too long.M sorry guys,m new to blogging,so it is gonna take me some time before i get maslf ri8.And about Doordarshan,it has lost its way,lost its wonderful mix and has become too monotonous nowadays.Cant deny that m a bit prejudiced against DD-1 now,but it is also true to a very big extent that DD has lost its charm bigtime.But I really won't forget the time I have relished watchin DD and the entertainment it has provided.It would be wonderful if u guys can share ur experiences in the comments coloumn.Thats all from my side.Signing off..

A.M.

A "Love" Story Unleashed

Given the title,I am sure it must have led to several speculations in the mind of the reader.I bet I am not gonna dissapoint the reader with this post.It has got more essence and fervour than you can hardly think of,a love story which even far underrrates the illustriousness of the love of Romeo and Juliet,one that should be an ideal for every young couple.The paragon of every love story u have known till date,it indeed apotheosizes love.I insist you must go through it even you dont believe in the divinity of love.

I would like to mention here that I was part of this divine love story which makes me feel so groovy.And I swear,this is a true account,not a hoax.So here it goes.I was in Class 5 and had a small group of very good friends.Life used to be very cool and plesant.There was one girl in my section,Name-Miss X,a friend of mine.I don't really remember how it started and all,but let us move on to the point.It was a recess break.I had gone to the playground with few of my friends and having great mirth.Then, we used to conglomerate at a place and share our tiffins.That practice continued till class-8 after which I came to BBSR.Anyways,we gulped the mommy-made delicacies,had a bit of chit chat,played our usual seka-seki game and then 10 minutes before the recess was going to be over,we reached the class.I met Miss Y there who was a common friend of mine and Miss X.She asked me to go and check my bag and left.Now what I saw in my bag left me flabbergasted.

Gosh!!Guess what!!It was a love letter.ROFLOL..But it was.It was from X.All I could think of is leaving that place right then with the letter.I went to a deserted place in the school and started unfurling the letter.It was an impeccably designed lovely luv letter made with real finesse.Shaped in the form of a card,I would rate it better than archies.Wonder how much time she might have spent refining it.The text was engraved with different colour sketch pens with artistic designs all over,with a heart adorning the text every now and then.I don't really remember the contents of the letter.As the recess was just about to be over,I had a hasty queasy look at the contents and then rushed into the class stuffing the letter inside my shirt.The recess was just over then and the class was already crowded.I thought about various alternatives of what fate to give to the letter.1st I thought of taking it home,but the thought of my parents finding it,gave me a jolt.Next about dumping it somewhere in college or outside.I was wary about in case someone will find it.Morever,I was generous enough not to give the hard work of the girl go waste :D.So what I did,is that I went stealthily towards her bag.She wasn't back yet.Only Miss Y who sat next to her had an eye on me.I stuffed the letter into X's bag.Miss Y was in a state of bewilderment but I hardly had time to explain her.

Well,kahani abhi baki hai mere dost.That was just a beginning to an end.The next few lines might just leave you horrified,lost and give u a real scare.Wonder how I withstood it.Here it goes.A few days after this,Miss Y came to me with a message from Miss X.N Guess what,what she told me,I bet would have made you insane.Miss X had sent me a Rakhi proposal!!!!:D.I was at a loss of words.what the....!!!Well,I don't think I knew the usage of the last statement then,else I would have blurted it out.Saiyan nahi to bhaiya..OMG!!Well,ladies and gentlemen,I really hope you never have such a heart-breaking ending to your love story :D.U gotta pity me

They say "Opportunity Knocks once".U just need to realise when it does.Barely 6 months ago,I searched for Miss x's profile on facebook n guess what!!!She has turned out to be a very pretty lass.I sent a friend request and to my dissapointment,when it was accepted,all I could find out is that she was "in a relationship".what a pityful fate.I kicked the opportunity and what opportunity did??Gave me the standing ovation of its middle finger:P.

Now m sure u wud agree dis is a one-in-a-millenium love story.And unfotunately,I was its victim.Now dont u think it is more exemplary dan dat o romeo n Juliet??U gotta admit it :D :(.Anyways,believe it or not,that was a true story.Thats it from me..Signing off..

A.M.

Mind or Matter

Hello friends,m bak again..However dis tym wid a topic of higher gravity..M not sure if you are going to appreciate dis venture,but nevertheless,its my blog,so its my wish :P..jst kidding.But I call for a bit of patience here.Lets go an odyssey of the mind..I hope you would enjoy the thing.

Anyways,the reason why I am writing dis stems up from my fickleness..rather call it the high entropic state of my mind..Something I have already mentioned in my 1st blog post.Now mind is something that even fails to adhere to the theory of relativity..It is probably the only thing (well,m nt sure if its a thing nor are nebody else),that can move with a speed faster than light..Now matter universally follows the theory of relativity.Well,Mind is even faster than vodafone 3G or even probably Rajnikant :P.This very moment my mind lies in what I am writing and the very next moment I find it in the midst of an unknown planet light years away.So,Mind is supposed to have no limitations,no boundaries and thus,the mind is beyond everything.If mind is not matter as we say it is independent of the relativistic theory,then does mind exist or is it an emergent property of the brain?And no matter,whatever mind is,what is its real capability?What exactly do we mean when we use the term MIND?Now I guess this is turning out to be bit monotonous,at the same time a bit vague and equivocal..Lets make it a bit more enlightening.

Well, I hope all my friends must have watched inception.Now that movie is about manipulating the thoughts of the mind to incept an idea into the mind which is done by decepting a person by taking him into several levels of dreams.1st thing,such a spectacular incepting technique or device doesn't exist.It was all the imagination of the "mind" of the writer that made up the story.Now,u may argue that maybe in the future,we might encounter such a great invention,but the thing it will again be the creation of a "mind" or "minds" maybe.So "mind" u,It is all MIND that makes it all possible.I remember,in my skul tyms,I used to watch a serial in DD-1, called "Lekin Woh Sach Tha".Then my parents din get me a cable connection coz I wud hav screwd up everything reveling wid the idiot box all the tym..But den,DD-1 was enjoyable too..I wud talk about dat in anoder post.Ok so in that serial,they
used to show supernatural things,a few things that are scientifically not completely interpretable,but possible.Just for example,der was a story in which a guy desperately wanted to attend the birthday of his girlfriend but was trapped in a traffic jam.So he called his gf to tell her about it,only to find he was already
present there.The Scientific explanation of that is our mind has got unthinkable power to get things done.A general human being according to studies uses only 10% of his total mind capability.Even the most ingenious human species uses maximum around 30-40% of the mind/brain as u can say.Now as we know some babas sadhus or watever possess some extraneous qualities like u might remember the monaco biscuit ad where the guy used to go a few feet above the ground on taking a bite of monaco.Well I am not sure about monaco,but yes,mind posesses such capabilities.Here,i would like to talk about a condition(some call it a disease) called psychokinesis which is a psychic extreme of the mind over matter phenemenon.This refers to the ability of an individual to move physical objects with the power of the mind or thoughts.Suppose you want a pen and you have it coming flying away from the drawer.Doesn't it sound cool,eh?

Now,what I said above seems too far-fetched.But before i move on to the lighter side of the topic,let us dwell upon another issue-the existence of the mind.Now ask it to yourself.Do something called mind actually exists?Its a similar question as to whether God or a supreme power exists that created and runs everything.Now even to think about an answer,you need a "mind".So it is kinda ludicrous to say nothing sort of mind exists.However still then,to confirm the mere existence of something,we need to confirm its physical presence,something that can be
experienced.But we merely experience some attributes of the mind such as ideas,thoughts,emotions,perception,pain etc,but not the mind itself.When I say,these are attributes of the mind,that is just a presumption.However,if we
are talking about directly experiencing something,then the we presuppose the presence of a mind.So unless and until we don't accept the assumption about the presence of a mind(even though not physically),we can't accept a few more things.So putting it in the word of Arthur conan Doyle,"when you have eliminated the impossible,whatever remains,no matter how improbable it is,must be the truth".So a MIND exists.

Moving on to Mind or matter.Well,given the few instances I have already present above,Mind definitely seems to be more capable ,powerful and brawny than matter.There would still be people who can debate on the thing and i agree
there are issues to be debated upon.But putting that in a practical perspective,Mind does score over matter.Now there is a concept of "The Law of attraction" in personal growth studies.It states "if your mind focuses its
attention on an object of desire and truly believes that it will come true with constant visualization of the final achieved state along with constant affirmation to the subconscious mind, then your mind power will affect the cosmos and ultimately result in the manifestation of the object of your want in reality."This reminds me of the OSO dialogue "agar kisi cheez ko dil se chahte ho,to puri kaynat tumhe use milane pe jut jata hai".Now we are referring the "dil" to be an analogy of the mind in the Law of attraction.

So mind is the more or less same as will power.The message that mind keeps reverberating in our mind is that "use me and u and me together can work out wonders".This emphasizes the potential of the mind over matter.Everything in this world is interconnected and interwined.One change leads to others.All we need to do is to focus our thoughts and control our mind the way we want it to be.We say we are just the victims of our fate.The mind says "help me and recreate your destiny".Just decide the things you want as ur goal,use mind over matter and mould it to the whole,you will see life's connection in whatever u think u aspire and u do,it will all be lyk deja vu.Albert Einstein said-
"The intuitive mind is a sacred gift
And the rational mind is a faithful servant.
We have created a society that honours the servant
And has forgotten the gift"
So do I say,make the most of that gift.Now friend if u have had the opportunity to reach dis far,den 1ce again, I would say I really envy ur patience..;)..Hope all that made sense..For me it was euphony of my heart once again..Signing off

A.M.

Dude And Babes-My Best Buddies

So guys and gurlz,m bak again..well,the fact that the blogs of people often remains quiscent,flummoxes me..I started yesterday and today i have a whole bunch of ideas to choose from as a topic..Anyways,so coming to the point.My first blog post has left me in the midst of a quagmire..It became an issue of a petty squabble between me and my 2 best buddies..d two closest persons to me at this juncture of my life..However, that is not something I want to expatiate..I just wanna scribble a bit about my friends..I have to ensure i choose my words wisely in this compostion else the 2 persons would never skip a chance 2 kick my a** ;)

Well,I prefer using two dummy names out here..so les talk abt Mr Dude and Miss Babes..It was a quirk of fate,dat luck condescended on me to bless me with two such special flowers,who have blossomed to make my life a verdant garden.They have been a wall of hope, a light of wisdom and a pillar of strength to me..They have been shade in the sunshine and sunshine in the shade.whoa!!wait!!NO eulogy here,that was just a futile attempt to match the skill of great poets who use some very mind-boggling personifications.I knw i suck in those,but nor i find these poets very adept in that skill. Now,those 2 friends remind me of the chicken patties I have in our college canteen.Now ask how!!well,I like d patties as a whole,but I relish it the most when I happen to get the 2-3 pieces of chicken crumbs hiding somewhere inside the patties.Dude and babes are chicken crumbs in the whole group of acquaintances i have.I hope the analogy is clear enough to actually explain what dude n babes mean to me.I don't know why poets use such ridiculously suggestive similes and metaphors when a chicken patties can distinctively clear up a whole idea.No offence to poem lovers though :).N m sorry again,m deviating from the topic

So MR DUDE..A hell of a creature he is..ever cheerful..and handoo too (though he shares the fate of not having a gf as wid me :D)..It was just a sojourn of laplace transforms dat kicked off such a long journey which i promise to make everlasting..Thanks to Mr Kreysig ;).Well never to 4get those days of chicken chowmein,bike outings,those hours of brainstorming khatti(read gossips),secret sharing and what not!!!LOADS of fun..And o'cose not to forget about those empathising thoughts for each other (Hamara number ayega :D)..There hasnt been a single person whose thinking frequency is so hell gud synchronised wid mine as his is..(though his brain responds more to LRDI dan mine:(,hopefully I will catch up with dat )..I really miss the fun I had with him since my house has got shifted.Never matters..as long as he sulks the way he did,yesterday ;).

Les move on to MISS BABES.aah!!!must take a deep breath bfr I tell abt her...the reason being c is a never ending story..A person who is too preocuppied in making a mess of all the grey matter i possess..someone who has been the cause of my increased miseries for the last few years!!Chill babes!!Hadn't she been there,I would have certainly missed a great bit of vivacity I have discovered in my life..The kiddo of all hell broken loose and d mama of all advice,a good friend,guide and life's spice-Thats babes for me.


So much so,but the most interesting part is dat dude and babes are the nemesis for each other..well,i mean they might not show that off in front of each other,but with me,uhh..it sounds all like beep stuff for each other..forget
that..I have a predilection towards HAPPY ENDINGS..So m not gonna elaborate that nemore..But just for an example,babes is gonna sue me for mentioning dude first in this post..:D..Watever it is,I can brag about one thing for sure..M
lucky to have those 2 gem of friends and i wish them ALL SUCCESS and HAPPINESS in the future..N thanx to the reader for a patient reading..I envy ur patience too ;)..Signing OFF

A.M.

A Beginning

So here I give a kick start to a completely new exercise which I have been procrastinating since quite a few years-BLOGGING. Well, talking about writing, I must mention here that since my childhood, I must have tried maintaining a personal diary about 5-6 times. But every beginning had a very funny end coz I always used to forget about the diary after scribbling non-sense stuff for 2-3 days. I have nothing but my indolence to blame 4 it. They say, “habits die hard”. Being lazy is no more just my nature, but a habit. But I believe I can make amends. I remember a few days ago when in an interview I was asked to give my introduction, I almost tittered n struggled to control a giggle, when I mentioned sincerity to be one of my strengths. Had it been that, I am telling you, the amount of thoughts that circulate through my mind, interrupting every bit of my important work n taking me into a daydream land so very often, I would have made a record of writing blogs by now ;). But….well, its high-time I need to eliminate “but”s from my life soon enough.

Anyways, here I would take the opportunity to thank 2 persons. First my sis who has literally stultified my horizon of wisdom and normal thinking since the last 3 years, kudos to her coz without her encouragement, I would have been deferring my plans of blogging still further. Second, a junior, whom I hardly know, I just happened to go through the person’s blog and the compositions somehow appealed to my deep senses, n here I start, making my ever ecstatic fingers dance to the euphony of my fluttering heart, n guess what, I am very happy that I can write sensible stuff :D (at least I hope I do). Well, I am not sure what blogging means to the umpteen bloggers throughout d globe who have got sundry topics to elucidate about. For me, it is not just an exercise, it’s a way of converting my thoughts into words. A passion to give the million thoughts I have in my heart a proper meaning..It seems as good as virtually sharing my feelings with someone and also delving into depths that make them more understandable to me, no matter, how good, bad or dumb they are. I am not sure, how often I can actually do it out here, but a beginning is nevertheless worth it. And I vow not to give my “blog”,the fate of my “diary” :P. Signing off….
A.M.