Out of this incorrigible s****house

This is not just a pic in front of a Public loo.... This is a symbolic interpretition of our lives when we'd be done with this education system. I am not pessimistic about our system, it's just that it has been manipulated to an inconvenient form. Be it IIT's,NIT's or XYZ-IT's, or even the med-colleges,for that matter ... we all belong to this and stare bleakly at the prevailing situations.
So here we are (symbollically) out of this SHIT!!!
P.S.:Ayush is missing in this pic, since he is the one who is taking it

My B'day treat...

At last my teenage is over and I am 20. Most of the people look at this as just a normal event but as everyone knows I have got a different perception for this thing as well.
First of all I won't be a teenager hence no teenage problems.
I have completed 2 years since I am eligible to go to an Adult movie in any theatre.
I am trailing behind the lawful age of marriage by just one year.
I am only 5 years short of the age for contesting elections.
I am one year short of becoming eligible to avail for most of the loans like car, housing etc. This will contribute to annoying calls from banks asking for buying loan from them, which sounds more like a do or die threat than a mere telemarketing call.
Apart from all these I am nearing to the end of my college life, this one is a bit gloomy, and falling short of time to prepare for CAT. Have I even started yet?? I don't think so... Do I really want to? BAH!! I don't think so...
So keeping aside all these pestering issues, I took time to celebrate my birthday with my D-10 gang and couple of other college friends. I am really unhappy that Saproo's name slipped out of my mind while calling up people, but I promise he will be there in any other party I chance to throw. I didn't have the guts to tell this to him today.
The party was at Rajhans and everybody was supposed to reach there at 8 o'clock sharp. I knew no one would but Apoorv and Yash made it on time. I reached there as well and everyone moved in pretty soon, not that much soon but it's okay as compared to what they did in Ayush's party. After a couple of photo sessions, we moved inside, had the dinner and came outside, and all the way through we didn't behave with any etiquette at all. A friend, who lost his alcoholic virginity a few days ago, was constantly asking for beer which was hindered by durri's condition that he will prefer macallan whisky........................ what? okk I am lying he is a teetotaler. Any way we didn't spare him even that night from our leg-pulling session, to which he kept on retorting, 'pehle padhai, uske baad kuchh sochunga'( Study is my priority and after that i'll think of ____). Finally we rutted to D-10 headquarters where we spent an hour or so, discussing non-sensical issues and retreated to our homes.

IPL ain't no monkey business

This blogpost should have been a little earlier when the matter was burning hot. But even today the matter now and then jumps out of the coffins. I am talking about the incident of Pak players not being chosen in any IPL team which, Pak should understand,way beyond any political game. It's a matter of marketing and advertising. As it's quite well known that IPL players are endorsed for many purposes of which IPL matches seem to play a trivial role, as in the case of Kolkata Knightrider, who bagged the biggest share of money, last season, even after not performing well in the matches. They have to promote products, make sure that people are crazy for the merchandise, embark on promotional tours and the list goes on.This is simply not a matter of diplomatic game played to show them down or show grudge against them. It is rather a matter of 'what people want to buy and what you sell them'. For the last 2 years Indian juntaah doesn't seem to be having a good taste for Pak people, reasons need no introduction. We all know this emotion will last till the apocalypse but the intensity of such proportions is ephemeral. In other words, call it an off-season for Pak players. Now why would a good businessman think of investing in sweater-market during peak summers???
Pak bureaucrats should stop being petulant and wait for the 'winters' to arrive...

Crush Crash

Jan 31 '10,
7:00 am

I had promised my readers, whom I have failed in keeping my word of writing this diary regularly, that I shall one day write about my first ever crush. So it was essential for me to draft this post as early as possible to avoid this from losing in priority to other tasks and hence getting left incomplete.
I rewind back to Oct 21, 2007 the day I first saw her. It was Dussehra, the time that the Bongs find to be most disheartening. Three days of fun and gaiety finally moving into trance with the idols embracing muddy waters with nothing but the wooden frame afloat and aqueous ripples emanating and fading towards the bank like the moments of joy that we cherish in those three days . But unlike early dussehras, this time I wasn't going to be left disheartened, but shattered instead. Thanks to the girl that made me realise that everything I like is not within my reach always. It's however a matter of surprise and puzzle for me that she has been joining us for last many years, yet remained unnoticed by me. May be because I started staring at girls, shamelesly, only after I came to college, ya... this is mact-syndrome, precisely of M type, the most dreadful of it's kind.(M stands for mechanical)
Let's get back to the scene of crime, where Cupid shot me point blank. Destiny had planned the murder in cold blood.
I remember, so clearly as if it were yesterday, she was in a white attire, standing next to her mom. The sun had crept far enough to leave any traces of light in the sky. And smells of agaves(rajnigandha) tickling my olfactory senses added to the beauty of this serendipity. The halogen lights were shining bright, flashing at the idols that were ready to embark for the annual adieu. I was sitting aimlessly, but waiting for my friends, when suddenly my eyes caught the most subtle and serenely beautiful opus of God. I pegged my eyes on her for don't know how long but till I realised my stupidity. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but was choked. I couldn't move an inch of my body, as if smitten by paralysis. I could feel the thump of my heart which was hammering on my chest. She was looking out for her father, perhaps, she tilted her countenance to every direction she could and caught my eyes. she didn't notice at the first encounter, but after a few more she sensed, which I realised through her discomfort in standing, the eerieness in my behaviour. I got a little jittery and quickly trudged away to a quieter place. The vicinity was not so romantic as it sounds to be, if at all it does. But this is how things appear to be, when you meet your crush for the first time. I bet whenever I saw her, that evening and eves to come, I was no better than a deer caught in a headlight. I talked to her in a stifled tongue, tried to make myself as comfortable as i could but in vain.She made me feel trivial everytime I stood in front of her.
The very next year I gathered courage and talked to her. I was still shivering at the time of year when people have their sweaters stuffed deep inside their cupboards. Anyway I asked her for her phone number, she gave it to me without any hesitation. But unfortunately I rarely called her up, how idiotic it sounds, yes I am a loser in this regard... As one of my friend argues, that if i look deep into my memories then I'll find many more girls that I can call my crush. So I did, but found none.
The reason why I am writing about this on 31st of Jan is because an year ago, on this very date, I talked to her for the last time. The last time I sat next to her. After this, I never saw her again. I don't know where she went, neither do I want to. I don't know if I should regret for not stepping forth or should I thank destiny for doing this to me. For now I seem to be more composed and thoughtful, not to forget the word 'human' while talking to stranger girls, as another friend pointed out. Now I can hope my friend( the same I just mentioned of)will not refer to this girl as pathetic . :-D

29 Jan '10,
I have been constantly expressing dissent over the meaningless security provided to VIPs, that is nothing but charade, a false assurance of their safety. In reality, the security that a 'common VIP' is provided with can do no better than save them from primordial weapons like spears and daggers. The security is alarmingly vulnerable to snipers and assaulters, or even a handgun for that matter. This is not at all hiddden from the authorities, then how do they justify choking of traffic on the name of security. In plain English, I ,as a common man, if willing to assassinate a VIP, can easily be stopped with much lesser security arrangements. While If I am a contract killer or an assassination expert, then these security arrangents will hardly fetter me.
Today I chanced to come across the caravan of an excruciatingly diminutive VIP. I inferred this from the fact that the traffic wasn't held for him. Unknown of this fact,I drove past the trailing vehicle of the caravan. After a while I realised that someone was shouting at me, however politely(I call it so, on grounds that no abuses were included). I looked to my side and found out that a mahindra, stuffed with cops was loosing temper since I was overtaking them. I paid no heed to them and kept diving at usual speed. After a while they drove ahead of me. I chose not to overtake them anymore to avoid getting into trouble, but what amuses me is that the VIP, whosoever, was actually feeling safe. And perhaps they are supposed to. Since it's only a common man who holds grudge against them.

Happy times are evanescent.. But they etch deep within

Seems like my frontal lobe has suffered extreme exhaustion and now needs rest. I am not expressing discomfort if that's what you are interpreting. I just came from Shilpi di's marriage and 3 days of ephemeral frolic has ended. And it kept my frontal lobe busy like never before. Frontal lobe is associated with emotions and humour, and these 3 days seemed like nozzles of my emotions. I didn't refrain any emotion from expressing itself, they were free to do whatever they wanted. Thankfully they were obedient enough to not manifest themselves at the wrong time.
Perhaps this is the first marriage ceremony where I wasn't acting like a hammer-headed introvert, pretending as if I have issues with everyone. I was impressively gregarious. ( I mean I impressed myself by acting like this)If time hadn't been an issue then I could have taught the entire MACT lexicon to Ritesh and Anunay who were extremely amused after learning the word 'Pelam'. I also came to know during these 3 days that only a handful of people in Bhopal are experts of HTC mobiles . So think thrice before buying one. I wish I could freeze the time to live the moment, but it swayed away. Life is back to being what it was, and I just recalled that I haven't finished the book that I am supposed to return tomorrow. And yes!! Happy Republic Day....!!!!

Education: A slow process of genocide

Not a single day has passed since last week when I haven't heard of news of students committing suicide. It's quite weird for sure, that all of them are hanging themselves when so many painless methods are available. I am not being sarcastic, instead I want to point out to the reason that everybody is discussing already- 3 idiots, the movie.

While watching the movie as many times as one can, nobody noticed one thing. It's Joy Lobo's ghost. The entire movie sympathises Joy and his suicide serves as a purpose, scantily however, to sketch the tailing portions of the story. In other words his act of cowardice complements the sole theme of the movie viz. condemning the education system. This is perhaps what is compelling the students these days, who were already at the brink of a breakdown, to take themselves to the next level which they consider as emancipation. Who is going to frame them for this act. But unfortunately they have shown nothing wrong. Students died even before the movie was there, but after it the cases surged.
The govt has tried every possible measure to improve the mental health of people but it appears that the students have been least affected. All of us clamour for a neo education system that rewards individual talent instead of conventional wisdom, while we are very well acquainted to the fact that it's a long and tedious journey. So are we embarked on it? The answer seems like a yes. But by the time we reach the destination we'd have lost comrades counting to numbers of enormous proportions. It's a Genocide, a disease that has to be controlled first, before seeking out for the cure.

Who is the culprit.. is it 'We'??

While last year witnessed so many incursions into the Indian territory by our petite yellow skinned neighbors... Am I being racist?? Okk then I'll call them Chinkeez... what?? Pankaj Singhania is feeling offended!!! (sorry bhai I didn't mean that) Then 'chinese' will do the part... So while chinese incursions were the hot curry of every table of discussion, people focussed on comparing the two nations on different aspects. Not surprisingly though, which should have been exactly an year before when India finished 50th with 3 medals in the medal tally of Beijing Olympics, 49 places behind China and 97 medals less. However We Indians are famous for our ability to gulp our foibles... well...not getting medals is too trivial for us to ponder on... So We celebrated the success of Abhinav Bindra all the way till We realised that he has been publicised enough and We can't take it anymore. Bindra broke the 84 year long goldless tradition of India in the Olympics for any individual event. I don't find a justification in celebrating his victory on a scale that it was done, for he had highlighted 84 years of our ineptitude as a Nation. Along with his gold came series of credit seeking claims by state govts, Archery federation and other 'God-knows-what-they-are-for' institutions. Sadly though, We all came to know the real story behind his success. To Justify our inability to climb the medal tally We have our own justifications. However the excuses that We give are no better than Dog-ate-my-homework, rather Dog-eats-my-homework will be a perfect fit. We argue that Africans have got a perfectly moulded body with fathom-long legs that perfectly compliment in sports which involve longer strides, while Chinese are petite and supple prototypes of human beings that are unbeatable in Gymnastics. Don't We sound a bit racial in this? Gymnastics is just one single chapter of the Chinese epic of Olympic medals. To contrast this point someone might present the fact of authoritarian government of China as a premise, where children are into state backed training schools and so that they always finish in the upper portion of medal count. This won't shadow our pathetic attitude towards Indian sports. We, as citizens, are not solely responsible for this apathy(you can take a sigh of relief). We share the blame with our fellow elite countrymen. Hardly any Sport body is being runned without a political interference. How can a parliamentarian know what are the requirements of a struggling sports-person? How can a politician know how to harvest raw talents?
How can a Retd. police officer know the agony of Hockey players who is far better acquainted to the pleasures of pinching a woman's bottom? Hockey Players are not millitants, so it'd be better if 'We' stop treating them like one and understand the situation.And talking of Cricket for that matter!!! stop criticising the game for it's popularity. No doubt it's a gift from the colonial times, perhaps that's why We should maintain it. As far as blaming the game for subsiding other sports is concerned, even US and almost entire Europe have got baseball and soccer where the money spent on these games is much bigger than We do so on Cricket, yet they prove their mettle in other sports... Wait!!!! Are we back on blaming education system??? LOLZZZZ !! Now this is one horrible vicious spiral. Everything zeros down to one culprit. Or is it really the culprit??
Actually there is no such thing as a vicious spiral. There are only cycles. You always have someone else to blame for your mistakes.

Winners of Marathon...

11:06 AM,
9 Jan '09,
Bhopal,
Finally Chhotu, Gampi and I won the Golden Jubilee Marathon, however from the tailing end. Ya thank you thank you!! for the praise... we actually deserve it... It has never been so overwhelming as we felt today... prize distribution had ended half an hour ago, and we were getting messages on our mobiles like " kaha reh gaye.. sab jaa rahe hai!!!"," abe saare prize distribute ho gaye...". At least we were not like Magga, who disappered after registration, that even we don't know where. But we saw him at the finishing line eating halwa, chips and other stuffs, that was actually meant for the runners.
Finally we returned home, not with head hung in shame, but held high... saale magge... hamne race to complete ki... :-P
Apart from all these nonsense, what nobody noticed was that this marathon could have turned into a stampede claiming important lives of our college. The marathon beagan with our Director standing at pole position(if there was any) and the students standing behind them. A photographer was clicking pics and everybody was posing for it. I don't know if I couldn't hear or what, but the race started like a blink of an eye, i.e. without any prior information. And everybody ran as if their lives were at stake. This could have possibly resulted to Director and couple of faculties ending in the ambulance standing by. But fortunately it didn't happen.

Operation Blue star: K.S. Brar, A story misconstrued

Lies, Myths, Half-truths and mis-interpretitions. How disasterous these words can prove to be, is no better explained as the 1984 cataclysm does. An year commemorated as an year of demise in Indian History.25 years have passed since the apocalypse, in which India nearly fell prey to anarchy and terrorism, took place. A new generation, to which I belong and is least affected by the ghastly incidents has emerged. Even if some of us belong to those families that confronted the riles, we are not as much in pain as our elders were at that time. Our Country witnessed a tough time and paid a heavy price for it. History can not be repaired, nor do we have any tool to verify it's veracity. Is it a truth or a charade, can never be known. All we can do is look for the factual and unbiased narrations of those incidents, if exists any. I chanced to read one such book on the 1984 "Golden Temple-mayhem", compiled by Lt Gen K.S. Brar(Retd). At the time of the operation he was a Lt Col and commanding officer of the operation.The author has meticulously explained every incident that occured in the wake of the incident- the ineptitude of Govt in nipping the threat in bud, the bureaucratic and judicial failures, the predicaments of Govt while taking the costly decision and the catch-22 situations the Indian Army was in and later was docked in after the operation was over.It will be very interesting to mention (from the book) that Bhindranwale was oiled by Zail Singh with patronage. Furthermore, the akalis found their own self in a free state Khalistan. So they never spoke against the antagonist of this whole drama, besides his fears paralysing them as well. Bhindranwale, along with Shabeg Singh, A retd. armyman and war hero of 1971, conjured up a plan of fortifying the Golden Temple to use it to clamour for autonomy. This was already being fueled by Master Tara Singh's campaign of recognition of Sikhs as a seperate community and seperate state of Punjabi Suba. Situation worsened in due course of time when Bhindranwale and his followers were intransigent in their demands and kept washing off any threat that sprouted. The cold blooded killing of Hind Samachar Editor Lala Jagat Narain, and DIG A.S. Atwal near the temple premises followed by the ineptitude of Govt. to arrest the perpetrators further added to their courage and the circumstances were totally out of control by then. In the meanwhile the Golden Temple was being turned into a bastion. Ridiculously however, the news that spread all over the country condemns the Indian Army for encroaching the dignity of Golden Temple, overlooking the acts of disgrace commited dauntlessly by the millitants. It was,however, the fault of strong and uncontrolled sentiments of people with the fuel of the miscommunication propagated by Media that the millitants were looked as martyrs while the Army was perceived as culprit.
In my whole life I have never chanced to read such a live and vivid description of an Army operation to the most precise detail. Brar, impartially confesses the mistakes commited by Govt. and Army while weeding out the terrorists. The writer personally believes that freezing the free press was the biggest mistake by the Govt since this gave rise to incoherent speculations which in turn raved up the sentiments. The entire operation of flushing out millitants has been explained from planning to execution, the dramatic situations that sprouted meanwhile, and the accurate description of emotions of people. This is one book of historical significance that will five you goosebumps for sure.The writer, in preface of the book, hopes this book to be useful for understanding the historical event of biblical proportions, and after reading this book I am sure that it will.

I think Joel Pereira got the beetle wrong

I am an ardent viewer of Times Drive, an auto review show, on Times NOW, and followed them blindly till lately, when Joel Pereira, one of my favourite auto show anchors, owing to the funny-quotient he adds to the show, commited a gaffe. In his review of the Volkswagon Beetle, a cute little bug with 150 bhp max power, 172 Nm max torque and 1980cc displacement, he called the vehicle to be overpriced at 20.5 Lakh. Let's not forget that beetle is a legendary car, better reminisced in India as Rampyari from the movie Akela. The Legendary tag of this car can only be retained if and only if it is owned by very few. The 20.5 lakh tag is perhaps not a constraint for auto enthusiasts who have ogled at beetle aka rampyari from time to time. It's an exquisite car and should remain a legend forever. So I think the beetle is aptly priced and Pereira seems to have missed the uniqueness of this car.

My New Discovery about Human Behaviour

First of all a Very Happy New Year to all of you, and as my friend says-- May your problems last as long as your New Year Resolutions...

On a special urge, although politely by Magga, I shall refrain from writing about the Powerpuff Girls( 3 lady cops) who warned us against standing near the fences of Shahpura Lake, on the last eve of 2009. But still yaar I think it was funny to watch Blossoms( the Lady Inspector) doing all the job and rest of the three, Buttercup and Blossoms( the two subordinates) quarelling like the real PPGs do. There conversation was worth eavesdropping."Tu bahut attidtude dikha rahi hai....","main kya attitude dikhaungi.. tere bhi kam nakhre nahi hai"... and so on... Well I preferred not to eavesdrop further since I was doing this for the first time, so chances were of getting caught. Moreover I have promised Magga, not to write an entire post dedicated to them
Returning back to the actual subject I am writing this post for. Yesterday I met my childhood friend Anjali. She looks a bit funny these days with her braces. But otherwise she is ...umm..umm... can't think of an adjective but I think you have got what I mean. Well this post is not dedicated to her either. It's to the discovery I made yesterday, instead. A peculiar observation about human behaviour, which has, I must quote, nothing to do with the person I just mentioned of. It's a common yet unnoticed pattern of behaviour that can be explained in a single sentence which follows. "The most natural and involuntary behaviour of a person is the one that has annoyed him/herthe most."
Let's take Shibu Soren for instance(no I am not obsessed with him). His father got killed by moneylenders, and currently he is on a spree, nipping his threats in their bud. I call this natural because one always regrets for behaviours that his/her conscience percieves to be unnatural. Further my observation is consolidated by known figures like Hitler and Napolean, and an unknown figure like one of my friends. Let's address my friend as a subject to conceal his/her identity. The subject is always afraid of getting exploited or betrayed without it's knowledge. It always bickers of the instances of exploitation and betrayal. But involuntarily, and ironically as well, it repeats these crimes a number of times. I am tagging the behaviour as involuntary on grounds that I have keenly observed and acquainted myself to the subject very well. An the shrewd activities that it bestows upon it's friends should bring about changes, minor however may be, in her body language. Or chances are there that I have missed to perceive the changes. Whatever the case may be, the subject has successfully altered,nay, shattered my ideas about human idiosyncracy. Thank you my friend!!!(if you chance to read this)

A 'half review' of Diaries of Franz Kafka

I am really disappointed for not being able to finish the Diaries of Franz Kafka. I could read only 60 pages of that diary but they appealed to me a lot. I learnt the actual meaning and sense behind the word kafkaesque, however not reading the entire diary will remain a regret to me, till i finish it, since the real pulchritude of this writer cum philospher's opus can only be beheld when one has been through the entire 13 years of his chronicles, however a little disordered.
His diary, at a few places, includes some short stories, and instances of his near ones being not very much impressed by these stories. One such instance is when he visited his grandparents and was writing a novel on two brothers. He continued his work at the dining table when his uncle snatched his paper, read it, and uttered,"usual stuff".
This clearly reveals the aura of despairity he had built around himself which affected his friends and family as well.
Wherever he went, he never forgot to notice the women, however in a desperate way. As if he was in search of a comapanion. This is eloquent in a page from the year 1910 where he writes, "I went past the brothel as if going past the house of a lover". However his description of a woman's beauty is really impressive. Beginning with her locks he crawls down to her feet, he writes about all her tangible and intangible elegance.
The review however will be incomplete if I don't mention that the diary, originally written in German, was interpreted in English by Max Brod, a close friend of Franz, who went against Franz's will of burning all his works by getting them published instead. He instructed his friend ""Dearest Max, my last request: Everything I leave behind me ... in the way of diaries, manuscripts, letters (my own and others'), sketches, and so on, is to be burned unread." While Max overrode his will and published them
Franz Kafka is regarded as the one of the renowned writer's on the philosophy of existentialism, which believes that an individual is solely resposible for achieving fulfilment in his life. The early few pages of his diaires have severely criticised the education methods he was introduced to, and he believed that he could have been better off without it.
While reading the book of a great philosopher, of whose philosophy people rarely accept (except for the widespread one,"I was born intelligent but education ruined me."), was a great experience for me, I personally don't prefer to read litery works on hopelessness in my holidays. Hence I returned it, only to reissue it at some later date.
Note: Readers can read Franz Kafka's Diaries from this link http://kafka.metameat.net/archives/1910.php?en

"Mumbai calling" is awesome

Just watched 5 episodes of Mumbai calling. A subtle ridiculing of Indian-ness... Anyway I am not able to take it any more coz of a headache of unknown origins... I couldn't even carry out my word of writing on yesterday's incidents.. But believe me I will. Coz It is a serious issue of the Indian gossamer, yet to be dealt

A merry christmas to everyone

A merry christmas to everyone. Today was a real good day. One reason is ofcourse that it was christmas and had a great evening with Binty, Durri and chhotu. well they won't agree with me.. :-P coz we couldn't arrange movie tickets and the plan was mine. Apart from this I came across an issue i can blog on. Which I will be writing after finishing my dinner. So once again a very happy christmas to all...

Yet another nonsense bill.

20 Dec '09,
4:00 PM,
A few hours back the Gujarat assembly made it mandatory for everyone to exercise his voting right.. err.. it's no more a fundamental right... it's now a duty... not fulfilling of which will now be considered a crime. Anyway, I am sure that if it is successful in Gujarat then M.P. will be the first follower. But what amuses me is that how will they catch me if I don't cast my vote?
Let me put it in this way... My Voter ID has got an incorrect address... This is because the place where I live is already registered on the voter list on some other person's name( some guy named Vikas). Inspite of the fact that we are the first and only owner of this house since it was constructed....
So this means even if I cast the vote, the cops are going to incarcerate me. 'Cause I don't think 'Vikas' is exercising his unlawful voting right any more. So why should I care about going to the polling station when they don't have My correct address and the person registered with my actual address is just an electoral apparition.
There are thousands perhaps hundreds of thousands of such cases. Where Voter ID has such discrepency. And We, the people of India have resolved to remain indifferent to those who have turned/turning India into a haven for corrupted, money making, apathetic blood sucking criminals.
No wonder we have lost Rs. 73 lakh crore, that's 73 followed by twelve zeroes, in corruption since 1992 but still the scams hardly concern us. Accept it!! The words patriotism and commitment to the nation are mere words of dictionary now, which pop out, twice a year, superficially on 26th of Jan and 15th of Aug, and then return back to their hideouts, to avoid being discomforted by words like chauvinism, communalism and neo-nationalism.
Note: electoral apparitions, are the "farji" voters about which I assume the reader knows more than enough

Just a management trick

18 Dec '09,
12:30 pm,
If the service quality in Government establishments sometimes get on your nerves, then here is one of the few management principles to deal with them and extract the maximum possible benefits out of them. Now before beginning i must apologise to every government official, if they chance to read this, but I don't think I am any different from the majority by saying that employees of gov jobs have got a kind of attitude that is not much liked.
Today I set off on foot to the local Post Office to withdraw the interest they provide on my savings account. My journey to the post office is also no less interesting. It's more like an expedition and less like a quarter mile walk. The road to Post office which is infamous for the swamps, open man-holes, uneven terrains and unscrupulously parked vehicles which appear to be goading you by saying "look at your pityful condition. You don't even have a place to stand... Dare to cross us...". Well unfortunately there are no parking waalaahs here so we don't have anyone to blame for the disorderly parked vehicles unlike in new market. As you step inside the building, the stench of urinals will burn your nose. If you investigate a little you'll be surprised to know that there is no public urinal in the building, this probably means that a few minutes ago someone might have drained himself on the wall you are leaning against. A few more remarkable features are the 'exclamattion marks' in indelible red paint produced by chewing a betel leaf filled with "who cares" ingredients and dying plaster falling off the walls like glaciers of the Himalayas.. Ohh!! my apology, the simile is incorrect... glaciers are white. I think now you have an explanation why gov employees behave the way they do. So in order to deal with them, you need to have high levels of patience, a commanding voice tuned to a pleading mode and observation skill. The most obvious scene inside the office will be a not so useful conversation going on on a not so useful topic. So in order to cut the conversation, find the moderator i.e. the person who is influencing and controlling the discussion. The next step is to approach the moderator with the work you came to the office for. This will result into two consequences. Either (if he is the person concerned) he will stop the discussion and start doing your work or he will point out someone else for it.In the latter case you need to eyeball the moderator so that he doesn't start the discussion again.This happens because he will be annoyed and will be loking for a chance to launch a quarrel with you, hence the discussion comes to a freeze. Apart from this there are few more consequences. Like the discussion continuing even when they are doing the work. In order to deal with such situations you need to interfere with the work of the person you are getting your work done from. Just try to confuse him with your presence of mind and in a few moments he will be devoting his full attention to your task... So guys this is all... good luck with gov employees

Jannat Barooay Zameen Ast, then it is this

17 Dec '09,
08:00 am,
Bhopal,

If there is heaven up there... I saw a glimpse of it today. I have never seen an 'oh so romantic' a blue sky. The aphrodisiac fragrance of a winter morning has never been so bewitching. The clouds have never seemed so exquisite, all I missed was a camera to capture the moment forever into my life.
As I drove my way back to home from hostel, after a sleep over following an exquisite chicken curry delight prepared by Chef cum Engineer Tiwari, a delightful experience for winter, I couldn't keep my eyes off the picturesque views. I drove watching the greens rejuvenated and a morning made beautiful by an untimed night drizzle. I was however a little bit intimidated, the night before, by the cold, that generally follows such winter drizzles and hence that would prevail from the next day. But this magnificent climate seems to have shadowed my apprehensions. I have never felt so romantic on a morning like this before. It has unleashed the aesthetic human inside me. So beautiful it was today that these words spilled out of my heart and fluttered my lips "If there is heaven on earth... it is this, it is this, it is this"

My crush(es)

16 Dec '09,
01:20 PM,
However I am very well acquainted with the fact that my blog is no more hidden from my family members but i must mention that I am no more a coward in admitting truths. So I can now make a confession... A confession about the first crush I had. The confession about the longest crush I had. The confession about the shortest crush I had. And here I must mention that all through my life, till now, I have had only 2 crushes; none of which is prevailent anymore.
There have been only 2 girls in this world so far who have blown dangerous avalanches in my mind. Through 'dangerous' I certainly don't mean that I was madly after them. Of course I have a habit of getting berserck and lunatic about a goal I wish to acheive. I chase those things in a mad pursuit..(Sorry for praising myself, I hate it as well. But it was required here)
But unfortunately girls are no 'thing'. So I never took any step.Very soon I will post about it... This was just a teaser... :-P

Yet another contravention of a grand convention

13 Dec '09,
6:00 pm,
It's 6 PM, the sun has gone beyond the horizon and the twilight is dissolving in air as if God is hippie and took a marijuana drag just a few seconds ago and the smoke is fading out in the sky. A few kids can be heard frolicking a few blocks away and chorusing the tune of a telecom company... Free ADVERTISING!!! There parents should ask for money from the company. I scratched my scalp and despaired at the strands of hair falling out on my diary which lies on today's newspaper. I don't want to become Vin Diesel before you know what or even Nicolas Cage for that matter.(D-:)
I swayed away my mind from my distressed coiffure back to the newspaper, The Copenhagen saga is still on. While the entire world is clamoring for curtailing carbon emissions, a clan of intellectuals, which I am adhering to, is pessimistic about the convention. Will the conference be worth all this effort? Even if a consensus is built up, which seems unlikely after the EU taking a stand and the Beijing summit conglomerates denying to accept the treaty in it's present form, it won't make much of a difference to the prevailing climatic degradation. History is full of examples wherein treaties have been violated by countries to shirk political and economical instability within the territory of same. The most relevant example being the Kyoto Protocol which wasn't earnestly followed since closing down industries and slowing growth rate, the only possible option in absence of technological changes, would have caused serious turmoil in the nations concerned. As a Result the countries didn't compy to the target of reducing emmission rate by 5% of what was in the year 1990. In Fact the emmission rates have surged disasterously. But of course there have been numerous technological innovations for the sake of environment, but very few of them have been viable.
Surrender to the truth!!! We are in a cul de sac. Either we must compromise on political instability or conjure up some viable technological solution or put an individual effort. I shall stick to the last one instead of summoning countries for conventions with such pomp and grandeur. To simplify things, the problem can be solved much well on an individual effort rather than creating a brouhaha on an international level which does nothing but intimidates and paralyses the common man.