so what i just saw was the most horrendous site of a lifetime. its only now i realise how brutal birthdays can be..yeah you heard me, they can be brutal! the innocent lamb just got slain in a matter of 5 minutes. and for what fault of his? oh yes, it was his birthday.
so it started with a very subtle birthday wish, which seemed loud when it was first heard, but what came next was something unseen and unheard of. so this poor MBA kid was dragged out of his chair and was most royally hit on his butt just a few gazillion times and more.
those hard asses who were at the giving end of this royal treatment must have had a hard long day at the office. well..they found a vent! a butt! and other sensitive areas...it was disturbing! so all it took was the man to be held by his arms and legs and then he was taken for the bumpiest ride. they kicked and kicked and manhandled and punched till he was a mince meat. finally they grew a heart and gave him the golden opportunity to cut the chocolate cake from brownie's(which btw, almost had me tempted to befriend him). and if that made you think that it's the end of it, no no..not a chance...how can we do without the customary smudge-the-cake-on-the-face ceremony? for the record it was just not the face, it was his back, his clothes and whatever was left of the man. and so to add to the sweetness of the event, some of the higher minds poured honey into his 'crack' and his hair....well it further continued with some indispensable kicking and punching though, what can i say? they just hadn't had enough of him.
i just hope the doomsday kid has a good night's sleep. hopefully sans nightmares!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
no rudiment this sir...i've just been dying to blog
Annoying is not the word, I came online with the least bit of intention to blog. I know this technology works at snail speed so like any other day I thought I wouldn't even come close to checking my mails. But no...You see Murphy's Law and I go way back in time. And here I am, absolutely blank and excited. What next? A blog?...go figure!
There’s alot to be written about. Alot. So much that I can’t even locate the 'scratch'!
Bombay. Why of course. A 3 month long stay in a city like this definitely, brings along its own series of events.
No sooner did I move into a 'fledgling' pg accommodation, I found myself holding dirty dishes in one hand, and dirty clothes in the other...boy! Talk about transitions!!
We’ve done practically everything that is 'fun' according to the mortals around here. We’ve been out on trips with friends, had Chinese dosa outside college, and had coffees at thelas, 'thakur bhaiya's' cycle to be more specific. Oh and speaking of which, the man offers a wide range of delicacies like bournvita milk, chai and coffee.
I've got onto the BEST buses; I’ve negotiated with rickshaw walas in their language that's left my sister completely flabbergasted on her short trip down to Mumbai. Oh and btw she was here to meet Priyanka, not my roomy, the actress. And while I was at it, I had to put up with their loud music. When I say loud, I just don’t mean the volume.
It’s quite a struggle, y'know, to somehow put everything down here, much to my dislike. Random thoughts playing the most ruthless ball-game in my mind and I can't understand where I should put a break. Maybe at this...I met john...yeah JOHN ABRAHAM! He’s a cutie. I thought I’d gained enough sanity and semblance over my 18 years of existence until I found myself going weak in the knees at his sight! To the extent that a hand-shake would’ve got me fractured! And there definitely is no such thing as exaggeration sir...
Speaking of far-fetched, here’s something that still sounds unreal to me. I still have to pinch myself to believe that such strange things happen to me. It’s called the phone-and-wallet debacle! I LOST THEM BOTH! The wallet fell in some insignificant corner of the lokhandwala market and was found right there after a few hours of mental trauma…how utterly dull! Moving on, about the phone, this poor little slick 6300 got stolen and how! By my own roommate, who could tell…? Anyway, I enjoy the luxury of 2 now, since that dear ol’pal of mine grew a brain or a conscience or maybe popularity in the CBIs eye!
What next...theatre! One of the most intellectually stimulating art-form! Hmm...Sounds funny…intellectual…art…the 2 words aren’t generally used together. Anyway, coming back, the experience was…different. I certainly haven’t seen anything like it before. I’ve probably sat in the last row of the assembly (despite my height or the lack of it!) and laughed at those mundane ‘moral and national awakening’ plays at school. But not here, this is the place where you sit at a distance and probably laugh at your own incapability. And what you see is nothing short of great talent. The language couldn't’t get more impeccable than that. The last that I saw almost had me cracking up on the floor with its game of words. Quite a game!
And quite an experience…there is still so much that needs to be written about the dabbawallah and the over-night stays in school...uh...college (I tend to do that), trip to matheran…just my life in Bombay…3 months and I’m ready with a thesis, let alone 3 years!
There’s alot to be written about. Alot. So much that I can’t even locate the 'scratch'!
Bombay. Why of course. A 3 month long stay in a city like this definitely, brings along its own series of events.
No sooner did I move into a 'fledgling' pg accommodation, I found myself holding dirty dishes in one hand, and dirty clothes in the other...boy! Talk about transitions!!
We’ve done practically everything that is 'fun' according to the mortals around here. We’ve been out on trips with friends, had Chinese dosa outside college, and had coffees at thelas, 'thakur bhaiya's' cycle to be more specific. Oh and speaking of which, the man offers a wide range of delicacies like bournvita milk, chai and coffee.
I've got onto the BEST buses; I’ve negotiated with rickshaw walas in their language that's left my sister completely flabbergasted on her short trip down to Mumbai. Oh and btw she was here to meet Priyanka, not my roomy, the actress. And while I was at it, I had to put up with their loud music. When I say loud, I just don’t mean the volume.
It’s quite a struggle, y'know, to somehow put everything down here, much to my dislike. Random thoughts playing the most ruthless ball-game in my mind and I can't understand where I should put a break. Maybe at this...I met john...yeah JOHN ABRAHAM! He’s a cutie. I thought I’d gained enough sanity and semblance over my 18 years of existence until I found myself going weak in the knees at his sight! To the extent that a hand-shake would’ve got me fractured! And there definitely is no such thing as exaggeration sir...
Speaking of far-fetched, here’s something that still sounds unreal to me. I still have to pinch myself to believe that such strange things happen to me. It’s called the phone-and-wallet debacle! I LOST THEM BOTH! The wallet fell in some insignificant corner of the lokhandwala market and was found right there after a few hours of mental trauma…how utterly dull! Moving on, about the phone, this poor little slick 6300 got stolen and how! By my own roommate, who could tell…? Anyway, I enjoy the luxury of 2 now, since that dear ol’pal of mine grew a brain or a conscience or maybe popularity in the CBIs eye!
What next...theatre! One of the most intellectually stimulating art-form! Hmm...Sounds funny…intellectual…art…the 2 words aren’t generally used together. Anyway, coming back, the experience was…different. I certainly haven’t seen anything like it before. I’ve probably sat in the last row of the assembly (despite my height or the lack of it!) and laughed at those mundane ‘moral and national awakening’ plays at school. But not here, this is the place where you sit at a distance and probably laugh at your own incapability. And what you see is nothing short of great talent. The language couldn't’t get more impeccable than that. The last that I saw almost had me cracking up on the floor with its game of words. Quite a game!
And quite an experience…there is still so much that needs to be written about the dabbawallah and the over-night stays in school...uh...college (I tend to do that), trip to matheran…just my life in Bombay…3 months and I’m ready with a thesis, let alone 3 years!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
rudiment 6 of Meha-ism...shopping is injurious to health
this should have been posted long time ago. excessive slumber has been hauling me back from the laborious task of blogging. but this is nothing short of routine work now, so has to be done.
Let's see...shopping....yes the blasphemous 'S' word can be gruelling, scrupulous and in times when you get out from the wrong side of the bed, even fatal! i say this because i fell victim to its fatality. the little did i know that i would bear the dire consequences of stepping out of the house in the scorching heat. not like i am a compulsive shopper but this task had to be accomplished for sake of my 'inevitable departure'(read post 5). and what better place to shop than the pseudo branded shops on the unending street of janpath(this being saddi dilli).....
....after a month....
i have not the slightest memory of what happened that one not-so-fine day...but my sympathies are with the sickness stricken meha. i was just too impressed by the way i wrote...and knew darn well that the aforesaid things cannot be said again in the same fashion...so i think i shall leave it to that..without hampering the sanctity of the events and eventualitites of that day.
Let's see...shopping....yes the blasphemous 'S' word can be gruelling, scrupulous and in times when you get out from the wrong side of the bed, even fatal! i say this because i fell victim to its fatality. the little did i know that i would bear the dire consequences of stepping out of the house in the scorching heat. not like i am a compulsive shopper but this task had to be accomplished for sake of my 'inevitable departure'(read post 5). and what better place to shop than the pseudo branded shops on the unending street of janpath(this being saddi dilli).....
....after a month....
i have not the slightest memory of what happened that one not-so-fine day...but my sympathies are with the sickness stricken meha. i was just too impressed by the way i wrote...and knew darn well that the aforesaid things cannot be said again in the same fashion...so i think i shall leave it to that..without hampering the sanctity of the events and eventualitites of that day.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
rudiment 5 of meha-ism...inevitable departures are scary!
so after the much hated verbal brawls and altercations with her near and dear ones, meha kapoor finally decided where she is off too....none other than aamchi mumbai!
wow!! since when did things like these seem all hunky dory to anyone in the right mind? for heaven's sake I'll be in a new city for the next 3 years of my life!! no laughing matter this! no sir...certainly not. its a scary thought considering i have lead 18 years of a well protected and shielded life. (with reference to the blog below) for reasons like these one does tend to feel that du is the place to be. you go to the college with absolutely no hitch, except for a few butterflies in the stomach, as a consequence to the anxiety of a new college. new college...alright!! new city??? oh my f****** god!
so after much consultation, there was a different story headed my way. according to some, it is exciting to be a part of every new place. exciting? one cant be excited....one is nervous...so nervous that one might just have a heart failure. and in times like these exaggeration seems so under-toned.
thousand and one things playing on my mind. too many people to meet, too much unfinished business, too many toiletries to buy...sigh!! and on the other hand, the absence of a billion other things gives me that quaint sinking feeling. absence of friends, absence of good food(read: haldiram's pao bhaji),.....most importantly...dearth of moolah! oh well, my family alone knows how much i thrive on good food, and that how specific i am when it comes to good food. it takes a lifetime for me to try a new dish....so i guess that explains it.
anyway. Bombay.....the only thing that i infer from the word is heavy rains and local trains. which aren't exactly the things that do it for me! god, may the force be with me.
all said and done, i am yet to discover the city and hope that the series of revelations will be pleasant and that one fine day I'll find myself posting a blog which speaks highly of that city. i realise i have developed a major bias for Delhi. and as i write this, my belief becomes even stronger.
blog guess me!....uh...god bless me!
wow!! since when did things like these seem all hunky dory to anyone in the right mind? for heaven's sake I'll be in a new city for the next 3 years of my life!! no laughing matter this! no sir...certainly not. its a scary thought considering i have lead 18 years of a well protected and shielded life. (with reference to the blog below) for reasons like these one does tend to feel that du is the place to be. you go to the college with absolutely no hitch, except for a few butterflies in the stomach, as a consequence to the anxiety of a new college. new college...alright!! new city??? oh my f****** god!
so after much consultation, there was a different story headed my way. according to some, it is exciting to be a part of every new place. exciting? one cant be excited....one is nervous...so nervous that one might just have a heart failure. and in times like these exaggeration seems so under-toned.
thousand and one things playing on my mind. too many people to meet, too much unfinished business, too many toiletries to buy...sigh!! and on the other hand, the absence of a billion other things gives me that quaint sinking feeling. absence of friends, absence of good food(read: haldiram's pao bhaji),.....most importantly...dearth of moolah! oh well, my family alone knows how much i thrive on good food, and that how specific i am when it comes to good food. it takes a lifetime for me to try a new dish....so i guess that explains it.
anyway. Bombay.....the only thing that i infer from the word is heavy rains and local trains. which aren't exactly the things that do it for me! god, may the force be with me.
all said and done, i am yet to discover the city and hope that the series of revelations will be pleasant and that one fine day I'll find myself posting a blog which speaks highly of that city. i realise i have developed a major bias for Delhi. and as i write this, my belief becomes even stronger.
blog guess me!....uh...god bless me!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
rudiment 4 of meha-ism...DU is NOT the place to be!
name: does it matter?
class 12th scores: 95.25%
board: CBSE/regional
prospective college in hand: without a doubt SRCC
..................HOLD THAT THOUGHT....................
so in just one moment you are made to feel that all the toil you put in last year, was futile. even a 95 percenter is shown the way out of srcc. why? just because he wasn't good enough. just because he didn't put in 23 and a half hours instead of 23. just because he committed a heinous crime by attending a meagre party in the neighbourhood and just because he didn't score a god for saken 98%. is that fair? ok, lets not even go there. there are things and countless at that which aren't fair about DU. the much awaited cut-offs in the oh-so-prestigious institution of the country has undoubtedly left the most terrible taste in our mouths. to the extent that even the most meritorious students are not worthy of the blessed srcc's and stephens'.
its not the exceptions i wish to speak of, but the average, mediocre class 12th pass out. he feels elated with a ninety% and knows he'll land somewhere in du, with the course of his choice(which is all probabilities is eco hons or b.com hons). after all, its not every day that he gets a 90 and that this was the best he could have put in. is it justified for a ninety percenter to run from pillar to post to get into a decent college in du? they say, now is the time of cut-throat competition.how true is that. you open a TOI and there you get to read about the number of suicidal attempts due to lack of prospective colleges in hand. let alone a 90% percenter, even a 95 percenter feels demoralised, and in the worst case scenario, even suicidal.
whenever i find myself talking on this issue, my friend calls it 'sour grapes'. could i be blamed if on one hand i have the world telling me that this is the place to be and on the other its next to impossible to make it to the top notch colleges here. i'm not the exception here. people with a better percentage have taken to an English hons or a maths hons from a 2nd grade college for the sake of DU. and again for the sake of the same, you have various regional boards leniently marking the paper. and for the sake of the same you have various economically forward castes fighting to be counted among the socially backward classes. and for the sake of the same, the number of back door entries especially in a place like DU can give any private institution a run for its money. and for the sake of the same, i need to stop being rhetorical!!
i know its a lost battle i am trying to fight. its the system which is obsolete and there is nothing one can do about it.except that one can keep trying, and trying till one realises DU is NOT the place to be.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
rudiment 3 of meha-ism...oh well..lets just say, the cat caught my tongue!
Naah, this ain't a rudiment. when i say 'a cat caught my tongue', i really meant it. For Pete's sake, its not everyday that you're over-awed by well written blogs(and while you're at it you find your lower jaw heavier than the usual times!)
I 'stumbled upon' these blogs at an hour of the day when my literary skills are at a lull. I am not too sure if a blog or two has ever been dedicated to those, who oh-so-profoundly put the most trivial issues of their life. 'Trivial' isn't the best word here, after having called it profound, that is! It'd be very condescending actually. But this is nothing short of thrilling. There is a whole blog-world out there, longing and yearning to be discovered by the blissfully ignorant. I do believe that this is a personal perspective. I say this cz I used to fall in that league once. To me this is the most under-rated concept or school of thought. I wouldn't want to comment on any blog i landed on in particular, but its great how you find people very meticulously and articulately chose their words. its by their choice of words, you can tell, that's an experienced fellow speaking his mind out. They have it all worked in their heads, or so i think cz it'd be highly intimidating to discover effortless eloquence around me.
Don't think i can resist the temptation, but i am only too willing to pay for the copyrights if the blogger wants me to.
So, one is a snippet from the blogger's about me section. the guy brought out his entire life story in the form of a laboratory experiment. well played!! the other most humorously put forth his dilemma about purchasing a 'chair'...you heard me...a 'chair'!
right, i need a break...a coffee maybe. but i sure as hell need one.
till then, if you stumble upon this one...mark my words..."you ain't seen nothing yet"!!
I 'stumbled upon' these blogs at an hour of the day when my literary skills are at a lull. I am not too sure if a blog or two has ever been dedicated to those, who oh-so-profoundly put the most trivial issues of their life. 'Trivial' isn't the best word here, after having called it profound, that is! It'd be very condescending actually. But this is nothing short of thrilling. There is a whole blog-world out there, longing and yearning to be discovered by the blissfully ignorant. I do believe that this is a personal perspective. I say this cz I used to fall in that league once. To me this is the most under-rated concept or school of thought. I wouldn't want to comment on any blog i landed on in particular, but its great how you find people very meticulously and articulately chose their words. its by their choice of words, you can tell, that's an experienced fellow speaking his mind out. They have it all worked in their heads, or so i think cz it'd be highly intimidating to discover effortless eloquence around me.
Don't think i can resist the temptation, but i am only too willing to pay for the copyrights if the blogger wants me to.
So, one is a snippet from the blogger's about me section. the guy brought out his entire life story in the form of a laboratory experiment. well played!! the other most humorously put forth his dilemma about purchasing a 'chair'...you heard me...a 'chair'!
right, i need a break...a coffee maybe. but i sure as hell need one.
till then, if you stumble upon this one...mark my words..."you ain't seen nothing yet"!!
Thursday, June 21, 2007
rudiment 2 of meha-ism...GET RANDOM!
right, so this isn't being posted with a purpose in hand( which implies I'm relatively more settled in the head[or so i think!]) .ok bracket within a bracket?...when will i ever learn. they say 'getting into the intricacies of things is my forte'. i see they don't say it for nothing.
so, back to the blog in hand...get random!..yeah...get random! it's killer! it kills time, the worst of'em, boredom, laziness, what have you!
so something possesses the 3(Pam, nix and me) of us, and the next thing we find ourselves indulging in, is something of an artistic-vent. well, that's what i call it, others might disagree. so i ain't too sure if we were even remotely artistically sound but boy what a vent! and What a master piece! we sure as hell could have given a Rembrandt a run for its money.
A graffiti of sorts is what it was, a scribble here and there, a splash of paint, an obscure face merging with the ghastly colouration and we're through!!
Key ingredients to a perfect scenario of a perfect artistic-vent...
numerous water colours sprawled all over the floor.
a chart paper (essentially to bear the brunt of our boredom)
paroma's feet (to walk all over the paper)
nikhita's palm (to stamp all over the paper and also because she draws well)
and last but not the you-know-what (abhor the phrase!) the inevitable me who is so tired of writing this..oh well...'shit'..shall retire for the day!
signing off......
so, back to the blog in hand...get random!..yeah...get random! it's killer! it kills time, the worst of'em, boredom, laziness, what have you!
so something possesses the 3(Pam, nix and me) of us, and the next thing we find ourselves indulging in, is something of an artistic-vent. well, that's what i call it, others might disagree. so i ain't too sure if we were even remotely artistically sound but boy what a vent! and What a master piece! we sure as hell could have given a Rembrandt a run for its money.
A graffiti of sorts is what it was, a scribble here and there, a splash of paint, an obscure face merging with the ghastly colouration and we're through!!
Key ingredients to a perfect scenario of a perfect artistic-vent...
numerous water colours sprawled all over the floor.
a chart paper (essentially to bear the brunt of our boredom)
paroma's feet (to walk all over the paper)
nikhita's palm (to stamp all over the paper and also because she draws well)
and last but not the you-know-what (abhor the phrase!) the inevitable me who is so tired of writing this..oh well...'shit'..shall retire for the day!
signing off......
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