"A lost november and a missing december"

Finally breakin the silence isn't easy....its been a while since i logged on to the world wide web and i find my self stuck in the same web which i used to rule...what does it mean??..hell i lack awareness of two stressfull months ive spent sleeping with "the man's best friend"....THE BOOKS!!!

Finally it has come to an end but not for long...yes my practicals are done ,further they were accompanied by Common Addmission Test (CAT) and the theory dates look to be excellent which might just help me to recover the lost fatigue!!!
Whats in for this week??....
1. My long overdue witty jokes.
2. Chariot yet again.
3. A lil of blogging.
4. Campus rock idols.
5. Partying (i deserve it..pah).

eXiLe...

What time is it and where are we??...The answer is now and we are here!!!
Just sit back and do it not quantitatively but qualitatively,one shot, one chance...fair isn't it??....
Procrastination hasn't left me since 21 years...what the fuck,i kicked it a long time ago!!
As the time went by and the shadows grew dull, destiny struck i sat there sharpenning my axe awaiting for the exile i never wanted to choose,and now that ive no choice ......
"ill start by doing what is necessary,then what is possible,and suddenly i will do the impossible" so eat my shorts ,pathetic knowledge without wisdom(B.E e&tc rev 2003)!!!!

Schoolish Lingo

The dreary drudge of student's darkened dorms.
The bellowing bell periodically berates
The fumbling, failing forms
That fear to face their academic fates.
The lull of the pendulum lingers long
Slowly sighing its studious song.Words of wisdom try the wits
As nodding heads near their notes
The fretting professor froths and fits.The riotous rabble-rouser repeats his rotes
In crowded corners of conspicuous coughers
And further forward, fools fail the fortunes of fathers

"Requiem for a Dream"

"Submissions"; a term which is gifted with the deadly demolishing powers as far as academics is concerned and for us engineers, a dilemma of major concern,with all the deadlines to be met and loads of crap to be written just makes you feel like a clerk locked up in a room with stacks of writeups floating above his head or rather just as a claustrophobic gene..this should have become a cliche by the fourth year but we still remain complaining;-),o' yes we do and will always for the fact we are humans, right!
Getting to what i really wanted to convey,it was this movie i managed to bag it in my elite collection straight from the idiot box at 2.00 am* (*reveals the insomniatic condition as the immediate cause of submissions!the time and not the fuckin' movie dodos :pah), and boy o' boy i was never so obsessed with "just a movie" before as i was for "Requiem for a Dream" yes its one which does not share much of its part of fame in India,and trust me fella's it stole away my mind for about a couple of days and i was all occupied practically thinking about such a diversified topic "Drugs & addiction"!!
Platform of the movie-Drugs. They consume mind, body and soul. Once you're hooked, you're hooked. Four lives. Four addicts. Four failures. Doing their best to succeed in the world, but failing miserably, four people get hooked on various drugs. Despite their aspirations of greatness, they succumb to their addictions. Watching the addicts spiral out of control, you witness the dirtiest, ugliest portions of the underworld addicts reside in. It is shocking and eye-opening and demands to be seen by both addicts and non-addicts alike.The 34 award nominations and winnings prove it all but irrespective of that let me know what kind of an impact did it have on you....!!

"I learned a long time ago never to wrestle with a pig.You get dirty and besides,the pig likes it"
-Cyrus Ching

Its been a long time since my long overdue vacations have been terminated,there then i had no clue on how my day would commence and how it would end, and thanks all to the angelic Russian czarina(i still love that coffee culture we shared ;)...) but it vanished in a jiffy;curses to Pondicherry!!!...Its taught me several lessons though,first of all is "insisting on a cup of coffee isn't harmful" followed by "load your hard disk with new stuff if your having a tough time to get that accent in your head". :P
Lately sports have caught up pace as Ive started off my basketball sessions yet again,friends and chariot(sweet chariot bristo) yet continuing with a lot more of cricket watching, stuffing lays and junk.
As far as academics is concerned my CAT preparations have gone haywire and engineering studies out of bounds, so Ive finally made up my mind to aim for the best, "Harvard's" no matter how long it takes to set a market value for myself..*conditions apply,..:)

I've smoked to your

Health in taverns,
I've smoked to your
Health in my home,
I've smoked to your
Health so damn
many times,
That I've almost
ruined my own!

HOW DO YOU FEEL?

HOW DO YOU FEEL?
When the self is more with you and reality far fetched,
How do you feel?
Distressed, outcaste, helpless, depressed……
You feel suffocated, self defiant, lifeless. Ready for everything yet submissive
to the desire which drives you away from everything.
When life is generous to you but you are not just to it.
How do you feel?
Pumped up, joyous, vibrant, lively….
Yet failing to perform restricted in a psychological cell, which drives you to a life
Where you are the champ but nowhere you stand.
When you have responsibilities to live but you make no effort.
How do you feel?
Disgraced, you feel very small, things falling apart…..
You have no choice but one wish.
When you don’t pay heed to whats expected but you expect a lot.
How do you feel?
Pampered, not getting what you want.
You feel you are right and everybody is wrong.
When the moment is right but you fail yourself.
How do you feel?
Weak, reluctant, low, ailing…...
You feel you reached out but missed.
When you feel what you feel is right and the feeling is felt around.
How do you feel?
Elated, happy, lively…..
You feel “BACK TO LIFE” once again.

Destination-Bombay

A short trip to Bombay(as i like it to be called) in the start of the week was the only chance i had to rejuvenate myself after i had been occupied doing nothing for the entire month and when it came to Bombay,the only thing in my mind was "a li'l shopping";which of course was not the primary motive but certainly a major one!
Early rising is one thing i really hate the most, after all morning hours are the best time for insomniacs to catch hold of a short power nap but it wasn't enough to creep on my like of travelling alone for the fact i'm always very lucky travelling alone.
I caught a Volvo which happens to be the best medium for travelling such short distances and further the agents assure to hit the destination within four hours which is another misconception.I was relieved for i had a Mario Puzo(fools die) accompanying me irrespective of the transit duration but couldn't hold on to it for long as my power nap priority shot up,although Puzo isn't one of those kinds who force the spell of a conventional nap on you but i was aware of the fact that a nap at the initial stages is the best way to abscond the city traffic.The next thing i noticed was a bang on my head caused by the backpack strap of the passenger standing next to my seat;there i saw with the typical "disrupted sleep"look;a very pretty lady wearing a denim skirt and a black tee quoting "kiss my ACE" and it pictured three different ace cards,Christ!!..i was all lucky again and no longer i expected an apology from her.It wasn't the first time i noticed that "girls have,who says the first-Hi thing" in them,so of course i had to initiate the talk which eventually led to a major discussion about several topics from life in Bombay to politics,and how could i forget the Nagpal story.For that instant i felt like we were the only two left from the entire youth with the burden of serving the society..but i really enjoyed the beautiful company and just worshiped the driver for taking almost seven hours for a three hour journey.
so yet again "its was the journey that really mattered and not the destination"!!

Contradictory eatouts..

There is a widespread misconception that eating out is an occupation involving the consumption of food.Nothing could be further from the truth.You don't dress up and go out just so people can see you chewing.In fact,it is merely another opportunity to be seen.So, order something preposterous.Play with your food skillfully as you pretend-eat.Maintain your form as others around you hunch over their plates and stuff their faces.Soon they will all blend in,while you blend out.And if your body does insist on getting its daily intake of calories,go home and order a pizza...what say???

The power of images...

The long and surreal road
Running from who I am
To who you want me to be
And now I'm stuck, off road.



There you are, taking your short cuts
No time to do as I ask, as you suppose
It's no wonder I just keep wondering what will happen next
Hiding and looking over your shoulder at all times
Your sister am i.

Stranded
Never been so alone
Never been this far

Never in my life

In the middle of the road
I realized I don’t know where I’m heading
Never knew I was going nowhere
Never in my life

Stranded
Never been so alone
Never been this far
Never in my life

And now that I stopped
I passed the point of no return
Never knew I was going nowhere
Never in my life

Stranded
Never been so alone
Never been this far
Never in my life

In the middle of the road
Only catching a breath, a thought
Never will I stop again to look behind
Never in my life.

When you know you have nothing to loose,

When you know it's only you and your will to break the rules,

When you know things can only get better,

When you are walking the barriers of everything you know,

Only then will you get to look inside yourself and really see your world.

Traveling in the speed of light in a place with no real lights

Everything is artificial, made to imitate life ten meters above

A beggar, a business man, a woman in high heels, a small girl, me

Flock of people following a blind shepherd, going somewhere and going then going back

In the city beneath the city light flickers in the rhythm of dying heart.

The queue story....

Being in a queue for some important purpose can be a difficult task especially if there is the "outdoor" factor accompanied with the undesired naturally polluted showers shooting on your head and if out of the queue for a moment,in a jiffy you will have lost the fame n respect earned from the rear trail.
For a new comer its a state of imbroglio as he might have a few questions bewildering his brain that is if he is not an imbecile ass,these questions are very inevitable,the first of all will be "whats the queue for?" and before he realised its for the same purpose he is here,bang on;it increases with three more who happened to realise the fact fifty microseconds before him.
I was as usual late for collecting the CAT entrance form from a nearby UTI bank,on reaching the indicated bank i was told that they are available only in two branches across pune,on reaching the specified branch i was astonished to see a huge queue,although i knew it was for the same purpose, i enquired for assurance and settled down as the 53rd member of it which destroyed my further plans for catching up "the simpsons" with a couple of friends.It was then i realised that such a queue can have a potential for being a comic platform,as in wild faces to admire,the versatile dressing sense including the lower royale' elbow high waist wear, all of these were enough to indulge all my senses in jeopardy,but its enough to scratch 3 hrs of your time unnoticed,thus evoking a mission accomplished feeling!!!

PUN TO LOVE RHYMES...

These are entries to a competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line but least romantic second line: Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss but I only slept with you, cause I was pissed Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head. Of loving beauty you float with grace If only you could hide your face I thought that I could love no other Until, that is, I met your brother Kind, intelligent, loving and hot This describes everything you are not I want to feel your sweet embrace But don't take that paper bag off of your face I love your smile, your face, and your eyes- Damn, I'm good at telling lies! Every time I see your face I wish I were in outer space I saw your face as you walked by but then I saw a better guy My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: Marrying you screwed up my life I see your face when I am dreaming That's why I always wake up screaming My love you take my breath away What have you stepped in to smell this way My feelings for you no words can tell Except for maybe "go to hell" What inspired this amorous rhyme? Two parts vodka, one part lime

The Delirium Birth Day....

The unusual fear prevailed which was the major factor of my bemusement both qualitatively and quantitatively for the past three days,all of which commenced with the firang act along the popular lanes of koregaon park which was hilariously described to a person who is never out of alphabetical lingo of a messenger.
My wishlist continues to expand with each day and this time i seriously wanted to be one mind reader and the whole of this concept hails from a pathetic flick but irrespective of that it had to be one of my dream gifts on the big day of my birth,hell it was one big day!...and coming back to "firangs" which is the hindi version of foreigners ,what do they expect from indians yet remains one unanswered question,one such incident i came across was when the " dastardly bastards" hanging around the same popular lanes kept watching yet another firang breed on a rusty avon cycle which seemed to be just out of the davy jones locker kept waiting to cross the road from the past half an hour expecting respect which is also called the "pedestrian respect" and its counterpart which is the courteousy of the indian drivers/riders which he ofcourse didnt get but whole of this surely concluded that we had enormous amount of time,but damn it was such a joy to watch such a character.Everything seemed alright till the actual day which was the transition of years and ages,finally the big day was here,i knew theres always a ton to experience in such days,but didnt expect the experience hitting me in a bounty.Well i had never faught with a custom official until the same day when i had to drive down 40 kms to some octroi post and release the shipment sent to me all the way from across the indian ocean without having to pay a penny as the customs duty all of this which coincided with another placement session and guess what "the paradox yet continues"..but i really had a great feeling when i just had to cross the road to make my undesired presence.Im glad i managed both of the barbaric acts although screwing up my day,so it remains yet another "delirium birth day".
Declaration:I write this cameo having consumed a quarter of smirnoff vodka which has eventually slowed my nervous system so grammatical errors must be all accepted.Cheers!

A Bohemian always....

Its so often that when someone just pops the question "where are you from or where do you belong to..?";what do you actually answer...the present location,the previous before this present or rather the birth location.Such a bilateral feel concludes the answer to be a "NOMAD"!!!
One of my college profs. used to call me a "bohemian",i somehow liked the word and never really bothered asking him why did he call me that,but it always made me wonder why out of the blue came bohemian and what did it signify with respect to me,one of the weird was may be i dressed like one of them,but it did have another meaning in the dictionaries which again made me go bonkers bacause of this urge of getting inside the minds of people who atleast have a control over your acedemics.It was then when i realised in a flashback telling the same person about all the barnstorming activities i did in the remotes of East Africa to the Western ghats of the Indian subcontinent which eventually led me to the city of osho where now the most bizarre bistros became my playground of the very same activities.There came the new brainchild from a math prof who was actually confused between a "NOMAD" and a "BOHEMIAN".
But however the act was enough to ignite a brainwave in me to develop myself to a person living in an unconventional nonconforming way....and thats a true bohemian i suppose....!!!!!

Accident led to believe in Astrology...

14th July,2:12pm
Whats it like being a part of one of the most shocking incidences in someone elses life,n yet having an overdose of it which is completely making you have an amorphous feeling left inside you making you believe that its high time to quit informalism,and yes by i informalism i did mean living a life granted to you yet again...
I had no idea about what would be the worst that would have happened on a normal saturday and so i had to fit this day among the records in my chronicle.Wakingup and tasting the early morning breez had become a part of my daily sessions with expecting each day to be almost "the day when cooper got placed in a reputed firm" which as yet has remained a paradox,i moved to my institution where several chivalrous gentlemen were transformed to engineers and by engineer i dont mean "yet another cohort" but a cognizant who can tackle the worst case scenarios,it was yet another try for me to get through this firm which i was forced to believe it would be the best for me....and yes it would have been if i would have been a computer wizard and the paradox continued until we were returning to our comfort zones with a lil more hopes for the next time,the next thing i remember was a bling bang,that caused the three of us lying on seperate areas of the newly constructed highway and bleeding profusely was my friend with due help of a maniac who tried to cross the road with the hope he would reach the other end and god he reached the hall of fame as i call the casuality section of an unknown hospital.
Just as when i thought everything was under control my friend had to be rushed to another hospital in the city which had some docs who atleast knew how to handle life and death situations-the worst case scenarios and so they are also engineers of their kinds...soon the accuracy of the given medication did wonders and concluded minor skull and nasal bone fracture.
what did i have to know was, saturn was in transit to my zodiac and how was that really related to the saturday in my chronicle.....???I never believed in astrology till 14th