Tolerance comes for free

I too had heard about it, the day Bombay was bombed. (They changed the name. A mistake it was, it appears. ‘Bomb-ay’ is pretty apt.) Yeah. So I don’t remember the date. But what I remember is that it was one of the most usual days of my life. It must have been.

Today is 2nd October and today I read 31 July ’06 edition of India Today at my home. ‘Tackling Pakistan’ was the cover-story of this edition with catchy frontlines like ‘should we strike across the LOC?’, ‘should we snap all diplomatic ties?’, ‘should we break off the peace talks?’, which made me go through every word of this edition. The text inside explained at length, how each of these steps is unfeasible, either because we are not prepared enough for a war or because we can’t afford to break ties with any nation, as in the long run, it backfires or some other similar reason. Every reason made perfect sense. But to top it all, one thing which the reporter talked about and which delighted me most was about Indians being very tolerant. Yep! We Indians are very tolerant. Very true. Thank you sir for that compliment! 7 serial blasts in a day. Fuck-a-day! 7 blasts in 11 minutes! But pigeons will still be fed on the Gateway of India the next morning , dubbawallahas will still be delivering the dubbas, LT’s will still be running on time, Bollywood will still be on its course of upholding the record of producing maximum movies in a year. There will still be schools, offices and parties the next day. You can’t hope to shake Mumbai, the fuckin spirit of Mumbai. Forget the 180 families, which suffered casualties, for a moment. We still have the rest one crore to prove our point, that how much tolerant we are. Hit us hard! We have padding enough! When else does a big population come handy? As long as you don't nuke us all together, we'll always be up and running, tomorrow morning.

180 families were mourning. And I was being called tolerant. And I would have been taking proud in it, had I been aware of that. I’m still proud though. There is no other choice, I guess.

Sucker of a post

The irony is that since I know what I can’t (or may be shouldn’t) do, I can’t even say “ I even don’t know what I want to do.” Does this happen every time I am not feeling well (I mean my health) , or is it that every time this happens, my physical pain escalates? I don’t know. May be, I become more aware of this pain in my head. Right now, I’m listening to this song ‘Iris’ about 100th time and I’m making out a new meaning out of its lyrics. The biggest fuckin’ problem is that I know this will be over. May be tomorrow itself. It’ll pass like it always has. And I’ll laugh at it. I can’t even feel the pain which I am supposed to right now. Shit. That’s what he’d said 3 minutes before in ‘Iris’. “How do I fight the tears that ain’t comin.” Whow. This is..(Believe me. This isn’t a made up post. I hadn’t planned it the way it’s turning out to be.) Shit. A planned post. I think I hate it. I am calling it quits again. Fuck blogging. And still I’ll post it. Fuck me.

Thinking for a title sucks

It was around 1 p.m. when I was walking towards VH. As I was coming from my department, I was on a straight road. When I came near Kendriya Vidyalay, I saw a little kid, about 8 years old, stumbling, trying to hold a full size adult cycle. It was pretty evident that his father had asked him to hold the cycle and gone inside the school for some work. God knows, why he hadn't put it on stand, may be the stand was broken or something, but it wasn't, as far as I remember. Whatever, but for the whole length of the road, I kept looking at the kid, and then when I passed him, I kept turning and looking at him. The kid was so small that he was literally struggling in that killing heat to prevent that cycle from falling. He could have easily put the cycle sideways on the road and stood comfortably. But he didn't. Probably, his sincerity robbed him of his wits. And look at me, I kept looking at him but didn't go to help him put the cycle on the stand. Probably, his sincerity robbed me of my wits too. I think I didn't observe his face and his features, forget remembering them, but by god I know that he was one of the cutest kid I'd ever seen.

And by the time I'd reached VH, one of my doubts, whether not doing what God has made us capable of is actually a crime or not, was resolved. I was pretty much convinced now. It is a crime.

amusingly pathetic

It's still raining outside..m writing this in my department lab..few minutes ago I was outside the library leaning against a pillar on my cycle..and i had a bag on my back..and it was lightening in the skies..it was flashing at a 'beautiful' rate..well, i have no other word..and i was staring at infinity..and i was spellbound..endsems are pretty close..and it was after quite a long time that i really didn't feel like studying..well, it may be because if i get down to study now, i'll have to choose between TA201 and thermo..both pathetic..but, watever..i just din't feel like studying..(now, i hardly ever have these feelings of aversion for studies, though it's another thing that i stopped studying seriously(how much seriously, that requires a description though) quite a long time back now..reasons some time later..) well, i hate this..have to explain so many off course things..while all i hoped to pen down was the scene which was in front of my eyes while i was leaning there against the pillar..man, it really was spellbinding..and then i thought, probably u don't need anything else to live..to tell the truth, this orkut question sprung in my mind..(however silly this orkut may be..but it has serious effects over many..u'll agree probably) yeah..so that orkut question..five things u can't live without..and then i realised that all u need is just hope..(now, i say hope alone assuming that it's not a baseless hope but a hope backed up by a conviction..) yeah..just that..and then i wished that i could write something somewhere..probably in my blog..but then i thought, what a waste!..such an amazing scene in front of u, and u thinking of writing this down in your blog..but then i thought if u write it down, may be u'll be able to connect to it some time later and might relive those moments or may be laugh over your foolishness..(well..that happens many times..to verify this, read your flirtatious chats(u might have found them romantic when u actually had them) if u have had ever and have them saved somewhere..) yeah..so that's how i collected the required motivation which right now is sufficient enough to make me go on with this..aanh..but not sufficient any more..haha..amusingly pathetic..i'm calling this off now..no use trying..recently some people have found my sense of humour decent..i'll just try i do not let them down!

Classified!

I am sure you must have come across various types of pathetic classifications for the people on this earth. Yep, so count this as another.

Broadly classifying, there are three kinds of people you can find.

Suppose there are two guys sitting next to each other in a class. One of them has kept his bag on the floor near his feet. His neighbour mistakenly hits the bag with his foot. Taking this neighbour as our subject,

Type 1 - doesn't mind it. Ignores. Sits peacefully.

Type 2 - feels sorry about it,(may or may not curse the owner of the bag. Yeah, so like every other crap classification this one too has a scope of further sub-divisions) and then pushes the bag as far as possible from his feet so that there is no chance that he hits it again, thus placing it very near to it's owner's feet.

Type 3 - feels sorry about it and places it 'just' out of the reach of his feet and thus also out of the reach of his neighbour's feet so that he also doesn't hit it mistakenly either.

Thermo class does allow you to stray for a short while, every now 'n then, every time the instructor goes astray with his stories (not silly always). I still have to figure out why he is a hated figure among many who have done his course.

Title? Bluff Master!

Motivated by the 8th comment on the last post, I had made up my mind to post something before the next endsem or rather before the CPI of this sem is out. And I finally gave in to the temptation as soon as i found myself fit to sit on the lappy (am at home now) for sufficient time again. (Yeah, I have been ill for a few days.) Well, as soon as my mother found me fit to sit, she proposed to me for a movie, which my li'l bro (from whom I had caught my illness, and he too hasn't fully recovered as yet) gleefully accepted.

As 'Apaharan' had gone from the theatres here in Jabalpur, the next choice was 'Bluff Master'. I looked up in 'The TOI' for the review. Well, review wasn't there. But they had given 2 stars to it. I din't tell that to anyone. That wouldn't n' cudn't have lowered anyone's enthu anyway, but just din't tell them. My cousin(Chachu's son) Donal, who's living with us coz he doesn't study at his home as much as he should and eats at his home as much as he should not, returned from the school pretty late but still managed to spoil my li'l bro's (his name is Amey) plans of leaving him at home. My li'l bro is apparently not hugely fond of him. My presence ensured that we reach late to the movie. Now I wasn't too much excited about the movie(partly due to its ratings and partly because I cudn't be much excited, given the kind of health I have uptil right now) inspite of it being a Bachchan movie. I luv 'em, the Bachchans.(I have to say this to myself again n again before I go to any Abhishek Bachchan movie, to muster the needed courage). Well, me kiddin there. Abhishek is really one of my favs.

But yes, to my utter surprise, I found the movie surprisingly surprising. Actually it was really a good humorous movie without being raunchy (except for a few 'beeped out' abuses which 'being a true IITian' I don't mind anymore),which most of the comedy movies nowadays are, in the name of sex-comedies. I realised after the movie (which was pretty late; I shud be more careful.) that I had seen a comedy movie with my mom and li'l bros and enjoyed too. The story was based on a decent concept, had a decent star-cast, and it cudn't be hoped from an Indian director to have improved on it further. The plot was such that its loopholes cud be swallowed up by the plot itself. I had seen the name of Ritesh Deshmukh in the star cast in 'The TOI' but it was when I saw him in the movie that I was reminded of my forgettable experiences of 'Kya Kool Hain Hum', which I had seen with Yaser (even he had found KKHH disgusting!). But as I said, Ritesh saved my day for a change by refraining from being his usual self.

Well, whatever, Bluff Master is surely a one-time-watchable-movie-with-your-family. Do watch it for aannnhhh..errr..Priyanka Chopra! (Gettin sarcastic is some times a good way out of confusion about what to write!)

And it seems to me now that I can very well call this post a movie review. (At this point I have made a few changes so as to make it look like a movie review.) So I just now recognised my talents at movie-reviewing as well! (That calls for another Ahem!)

Zuk out of (No. of profile views - 32) people found this review useful. Aaarrgh..Wat-about-u? Please comment and hence motivate me for further posts. ;)

By the way, I have recently observed that writing style of Joseph Heller (author of Catch-22, a very popular novel without somehow being actually popular) is very much same as mine(that cud be other way round though), in the sense that he too writes long sentences, so long that he must forget the starting of his sentence atleast twice while writing it, uses doubtful grammar, and that he too thinks that placing a 'not' somewhere in the sentence shall negate the meaning of the one without 'not' and that whatever he writes will be placed in the category 'humorous'! Strange! He must be a lucky stupid guy to have got so much of accolades for this novel, which I had picked up a few days ago but haven't been able to get through because of the ongoing Indo-Lanka test series and Champions trophy.

I am surely through with this blog though. I must be or I will be dead tomorrow.

Crushing end sem - my latest crush

Time: 1:35 a.m.
Location : 1st floor, some lab, CSE department, IIT Kanpur

Well this is the second time that I can boast of that status. Last time (that means the first time) I could boast of it, was yesterday. Generally speaking, you would be a lucky one if you could locate me in my department. Thanks to my endsem exams (who are about 9 days away) for that, coz before I had started writing this, I was supposedly studying. And I am not being very sarcastic when I say that "Man! How much I am enjoying this closing period of my 3rd sem!". (No, I m gonna stick to this statement of mine even after I get my CPI card.) And, if u are also feeling my way,( which u r probably not, coz otherwise u are standing in the middle of a highway..please note that rhymes), then I think, it is probably due to these reasons which m going to talk about.

Well, first is that in these closing days of sem u no more feel guilty after bunking classes, bcoz by now u have realised that this sem was no exception to the rule that u hardly get to learn anything in lectures, but rather 1) "at your room" (if u dont have a comp or if u have packed it by now or if you can study with 'system of a down' being played on your winamp, and u dont check your orkut every 5 minutes coz u dont have friends who scrap u every 10 minutes) or 2) "in the lib"(like in my case, coz none of those "if's" of case 1 are applicable on me). Yeah, so u dont intend to waste any more time going to classes (with the kind of organic chemistry professor u have) and rather use those unearthly hours(read lecture hours) to sleep so that u can then hope to study when some unearthly beings(read class-goers) sleep.

The second reason y u get more time for comfy sleeps is that by now your labs, which are not suited for snoring, are probably over and also, after due calculations u have found that u can afford to bunk last three tutorials of com skills coz uptil now u have been most punctual in the most interesting course of the sem. At this point of my blog, I think I shud clarify that am not at all trying to say that going classes is a stupid thing to do. If u r a regular visitor to lecture halls, u reduce your response time significantly when u r asked by an outsider "Gentleman, what courses u r doing this sem?". Seriously, no humour attempted. That happens! If u sleep in lecture hall, you atleast know that what book u have to look in and what in that book u have to look at, to understand in your language what the professor is trying to teach in some new language he has developed over his celebrated teaching career. Or in some rare cases, u might even be a frontliner in the class coz professor of that course says some nice things about "being an IITian" and discusses your "potential" in the field of material sciences though u might be a cse student. (By the way, something of that sort happened with me this sem in matti course. I luved Bala for this motivating thing of him.)

Oh I haven't mentioned the most prominent reason for this feel-good factor of ours. As u get to study, you probably regain your confidence,(which you had lost in the classes u had attended) and helps u believe again that u were not sleeping atleast then, when God was distributing all important akal. You suddenly start seeing the connections between some discussions of the class and the things written in the book or the xerox you are holding and u r overwhelmed with the feeling like that of 'recovering a lost thing' rushing through your body. One insignificant reason y me is loving these days is that now fewer people are probing and enquiring about the hall 2 canteen, and that since Kawale is studying these days, I have to make lesser number of postings on the discussion board. By the way, Kawale is a banda of my batch with whom I have had regular chats through a new messenger namely 'hall 2 discussion board'.

Well, written enough shittin' crap today. Post antaragni, I had wished my 3rd post to be something like 'My 2nd Antaragni Experiences'. But then, as I have said above, I just din't have time then, which m having these days in bounty. So, if you have the courage to visit my blog again, please do so after 5 months from now. (Well y particularly 5 months? For the information of non-IITians, that's the time when I'll have my next end-sem exams.)

Oh shit, cc canteen band ho gayi :(