mind wastes

role playing game

2009-02-06T05:20:00.004-11:00

cram up rhymes in nursery. Get into a good school. fight through you skin for every extra mark. Learn art, music or ... to win extra-curricular competitions. Please your elders. Be the apple of ur teachers eyes. Punctual, smart, tidy and obedient. pass out of school with good percentages. get into a good reputed university. Try to be different. Brag about your talent, get good grades, boast about your last geekism. get a job that pays well or a ticket to some good university for higher studies. Sell colas, soaps, write softwares. Feel happy on receiving sms alert from your bank. invest in MFs, insurances, bonds. Live a 2 day life on weekends. Shop for brands, buy a car and wish for a longer one. drink more coffees than water. Buy a flat in some appartment on EMI and wish to build your dream house someday. Marry and get yourself a trophy wife. give birth to children. spank your child when he/she fails. Put in all effort to prove your child is a prodigy. Push him to lead the life that u had lived. At work, bag projects, please your boss with occasional gifts expecting bestowals in return. Damn and curse your fate for being overlooked on occasions. Annual vacations, weekend family lunch, anniversary parties. Donate to NGOs either to get tax concession or to boast in your social circle. Boast about your child's success. Feel delighted when your child graduates with good grades. Retire to a peaceful life, Morning walk, community discussions, diet control. reminisce and retrospect your past every morning. Go for weekly health checkups paid by your health insurance. And one day die in some hospital. Leave behind enough assets to be praised by your son and get remembered for the next 2 generation.

disapprove your parents ways. bunk classes, write fake application to schools. Bluff abt your exploits and brag about your contacts with the local goons. Get into fight at the slightest opportunity. Red marks on school report card.hate classes and call teachers names. swear and make obscene signs. somehow pass out of school. get into some shit university. Or may be discontinue study. Spend your time on cigarattes, gutkhas and alcohol and slowly graduate to marijuana and its like. Get loathed by parents and relatives. Buy a bike on loan that you wont repay. Pass lewd comments on gals. visit police lockups frequently. Finally either land up with a low paying job or start some crappy shady business. Fail tremendously and be detested by society for rest of your life. Get married to some innocent girl. get drunk everynite and scold her with expletives. With age you gradually calm down. But its too late. fight miseries, sufferings and scarcity. Meet your successful school friends and feel dejected when they invite you for a drink in a classy elegant pub. either die young or crawl all through out your life. When your life ends you would be forgotten immediately after your last rites.

and the third kind. Live life the way you wish to. Do not get conventions shape your life. Do not try to be different. Do not try to be similiar. Do not try. Let life flow the way it has to. You may not amass huge wealth. You wont be remembered after death. But you will remember your life all life long.

2008-06-07T10:19:00.001-11:00

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2007-11-11T15:45:00.001-11:00

How to turn away frustration

take time off from your schedule to cook at home. this is the most practical and the most adopted way of relieving stress.

Do something different and whacky. Something that is completely unrelated to your profession. Sell puchka in the evening,work in a road side dhaba during the weekends, or better beg alms.

give missed calls or rather threatening calls to your enemy. But remember to use a public booth.

Wham – Bham!!! and its over. No veiled intentions, no enmity, no ill will. Eradicate the root. A gun in a holster, that’s all you need. You feel your cook is troubling you. Open your holster and wham-Bham. Its over. Your neighbours having problem with your loud music, Wham-Bham. Your friend is bugging you, Wham-Bham. Why loose sleep over niggling disputes? Why enter into recurrent phases of depression?

open a fightclub in your locality :)

Its getting late for my office. I better move now.

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2007-10-31T00:53:00.000-11:00

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Traffic signal

2007-09-15T16:23:00.000-11:00

The Blog is not a panoptic analysis of the money making business at traffic signals. Rather its just my views after watching the movie. Heard that its an ill-conceived movie. Thank god I dint watch it completely.

Is it really a million dollar business? The trivias shared in between the movie say that the annual turnover of beggars in mumbai is 180 crore. Whoa... trivias are always questionable but when a beautiful lass(anchor) says it, you have to beleive it. I read this blog about a millionaire beggar massu in mumbai.It says that he has got assets worth 300 million rupees. That's too huge an amount to make lexicographers rethink. Is the figure right. Isnt that the figure that sabeer bhatia got by selling Hotmail ,although in a stronger currency. If the people below-poverty-line are millionaires then our country's economy is really booming.

Everyday I see moth-eaten dressed beggars at traffic signal. Some are one eyed, some one legged. The sight would render compassion for the beggars. But when you think of 300 million rupees. Compassions transforms into pity for self. Can no where match his assets although I lead a far better life than their filthy lifestyle.

This reminds me a popular theory by Steve D Levitt. Why do drug dealers live with their mom? He had done some intelligent calculation to deduce that drug dealing might be lucrative but the ones at the bottom rung work for mere pittance. Hence they cant afford to buy a house for themselves and stay with their mom.

Lemme try a similiar kind of calculation on the new issue. How rich are beggars? Lets take our analysis to the streets of mumbai. Google result has got too much data about mumbai than any other city. I found that mumbai streets has got 100,000 beggars. and with a beggar couple producing 6 children in a life time their population is fast increasing. An extra child mean 2 more hands to beg and 10-12 more man hour of begging.
So 180 crore is the total income of 1 lakh people that makes it 18000 rupees. Thats far ahead of India's per capita income of 12416. But the per capita income of mumbai is 48594 Rs. Now 18000 rupess seems too low. Its equal to 49 rupees per day.(remember beggars work 365 days a year). This 49 rupees doesnt include the money that thay pay as rent for using the pavement. The Gini coefficient for India is 0.37 to 0.42. Thats a good enough skew to have beggars earning less than 20 rupees per day with their stronger compatriots earning around 450 rupees a day. That explains the case of the millionaire beggar and the one legged and one eyed beggars that i see every day at the traffic signal.

Now let's take a look at their expenditure. They spend around 20-30 rupees a day on their food and save the rest 19 rupees. Their annual savings is (19*365)=6935. And if we consider some beggar's career span lasting for 50 years (they sart earning too early) then total savings of his life time equals 346750 . So the myths about dead beggars leaving behind lakhs of rupees for trusts can indeed be true. here I havent considered the affluent beggars.

The cause of rising indian population is attributed to poverty and illiteracy. In case of beggars a extra child means extra hands to beg and extra compassion from their customers. their business thrives by exploiting human emotions and guilty conscience. An article in rediff says that a child or a girl evokes more compassion and hence better income. So beggar couples care the least about population explosion and keep on adding to it handsomely. The silver lining is they increase the female population and hence balance the sex ratio of india.

Beggars are indeed a major force in our economy.If beggars are considered to belong to the lower strata of the society then where do i belong to. lexicographers should include the word "affluent beggars" to make people like me feel economically secured. :)

CLUTCHED AGAIN

2007-06-11T18:28:00.000-11:00

what do i do when i have got nothing to do? well I get bored.
what did i use to do earlier when i had nothing to do? well i used to blog.

I havent blogged for the last one year, although i hadnt stopped writing. Now suddenly i feel the urge to resume blogging. But i need a topic to write about. here goes my shot at blogging after one year.

"tumhara naam kya hai?" ,"tumhara naam kya hai?", ......... i could here the same question repeated some four to five times. i was in some Neverland at that time. I must be dreaming then. But who would ask me such questions in my dreams. I opened my eyes to find a little girl sitting near my head. i dismissed all this as an offshoot of my dream. Where else do you she such angels other than your dreams. The little angel saw me open my eyes. She expected an answer. i did not respond. she retorted "tumhe apna naam pata nahin. kaise aadmi ho. mujhe toh sabka naam pata hai. mere mummy kaa naam ...jain hai, mere papa kaa naam ....jain hai, mere chahci ka naam ....jain hai. mere dada ka naam ... jain hai ............................................(after naming all the probable jains) uffff mein toh apni chahcha ka naam bolna bhool gayi unka naam .....jain hai. tumhe khudka naam pata nahin". By now i was sure that I wasn't dreaming. Angels seldom talk so much in dreams. I responded " mera naam Golak hai".
"kya dholak. he he he yeah kaisa naam hai".
"nahin Golak. G for GOD. Golak"
"GHOLAK"
"Haan woh bhi chalega. wats your name?"
"sristhi jain"
"what does you papa do?"
"mere papa naa ... mere papa naa enterprise bechte hain"
"what?????"
"wahan pe woh maal bechte hain. tumhe agar maal chahiye toh mere papa ko bolna woh maal dela denge tumhe"
His father was listening to the conversation. He replied immediately lest i may develop my own notion about his business.
" my shop name is 'SHYAM ENTERPRISE' and i deal with marbles"
"oh good", i replied back.
Then sristhi jumped fom my seat to another and started showing her childish heroic acrobatics. Life is so simple as a child.No distress, no tension. I wondered how this child would lose her innocence after a few years. She would think a thousand times before being stupid. I deduced that all those thoughts that hunt your mind are the sole reason for all the distress of you life.

I was on my way to bangalore. I had quit my job in kolkata. I hadn't informed at home. I had no plans to follow. My bank account wouldn't be credited anymore with my salary at the end of the month. As any IT aspirant I was moving to bangalore, touted as the city of oportunity for IT engineers. I was one of those dubious shit, a Software engineer. I had a thousand thoughts hunting my mind.

With nothing to do i again went back to sleep. This time somebody hit my legs very softly. i opened my eyes. she was smiling or infact laughing at me. Was she laughing at my sluggishness. what could i have done? I have been a part of the IT industry for one long year. my phlegmatic life had lost all the juvenile vigour.

"tum itna kyon so rahe ho arrrrrrey" ( she had a very peculiar way of saying arrrrrey)
"raat ko soya nahin tha"
"dekha mein kaise jump marti hun. kya tum mar sakte ho?"
i nodded my denial.
"mere papa bhi jump marr nahin sakte"

I have aged a lot.I am just 22 now why am i behaving like a 40 year old slug. I jumped from my seat to the aisle.

she shouted "papa dekho bhaiya kaise shaktiman ki tarah jump mare"

"shaktiman toh kabka khatam ho chuka hai. woh toh mein school days mein dekhta tha. tum kaise janti ho shaktiman ko"

"mere pass shaktiman ka bahut saara comics hai. mere chacha leye hain."

Uhh how i miss watching cartoons and reading comics. Those days of watching TOM and JERRY. Now am playing that part in my real life. Me being jerry and melancholy being TOM. sristhi was laughing at the new TOM and JERRY chase, the same way i used to roar with laughter while watching the cartoon during my childhood.

In the evening i watched her play a game of card with another kid passenger. It was an interesting game which had no rules. Since it was sristhi's cards so whatever she decided was the rule for the game. Their was no scope for cheating. You cheat to escape from rules but when there is no rule as such so what will you hide from. She changed the rules as per her wish. she dint change it to enhance her winning chances. she would always end up losing. I could not understand the game. You just cant understand it if you do not have the brains of a child. Both the kids were enjoying it. And i was enjoying the smiles on their face?

Finally i reached bangalore.So what next? where do i start from? I was received by my friends. They dint go to office that day. Kuheli came back from office early to meet me. Then started the late night masti. Breakfast at 1:00 P.M. lunch at 6:00 p.m. and dinner at 2:00 a.m. You go out to have breakfast then somebody would say, dont feel like going out lets have it tomoro. its too weird. i was told that its the "YO" style. Everything I did wasnt "YO" and all that my friends did was "YO". You keep ur house like a pig shed - thats "YO". you go to office in shabby dress- thats "YO". I was back to my college days. No tension no stress. I dint have anything to worry about. No job. what the hell? no probs. I was succumbing to the "feeling comfortably numb" theme of their "YO" world. Late night movies , pubs and frolic. we had a telegu movie marathon. I liked it. Amidst all this i forgot the whole purpose of coming to bangalore. I no where seemed like a person searching for job. Sristhi should have seen me this way. Thanks to my lady luck i landed up with a job. If it hadnt been for the moments of seriousness i would have still been jobless. Both of them through telephonic interviews and video conference. i wonder why did i come to bangalore. I hadnt applied for a single job after coming to bangalore.

Now i feel that i have passed on the baton to sristhi. Its her days to play around and behave stupidly with life. I cant. i wont be permitted to do so. I have to be distressed and I have to be tensed. Thats How i have to continue.

my middle finger eagerly waits to be shown

2006-05-28T07:16:00.000-11:00

i was heading towards the auto stand when unanticipatedly out of no where an old lady drew my attention. she called me to her side. she was holding two huge bags( the ones used for carrying groceries) packed with her clothes. she was finding it difficult even to lift it. feeling pity for this old lady i responded to her call and went near her. i could not understand what to do. she was mumbling something to me. at first her delirious words made no sense. but with much difficulty i came in terms with her ways of talking. she spoke in length about her grandchild who used to get her medicines and according to her she took good care of her. and she started crying. her eyes were filled with pain. from her words i could comprehend tht she had just been kicked out of her son's house. she must be in her eighties. and look what her son had done. a naive son. her son reciprocated to the love and care with ingratitude by kicking her out of house. thts barbaric. a savegly act. the old lady then picked up her bags and trudged in her way. i stood there dumbfounded for some moment. Baffled by her act and also by my ignorant and numb response to her words i stood there pondering abt all tht i heard. i had seen it in movies but had never felt it to such an extent. although when i was in class seven i had met an old man who had the same history and tht person had been driven out of his house by her daughter-in-law. but his recital didnot evoke any emotions nor did it move me. i took tht man to the jagannath temple where he intended to beg and spend the rest of his life. but yesterday's incident was heart touching.
later on i narrated the incident to swarup. he said tht all this happens in poor families, who have a depleted economic resource and hence resort to these disgraceful act. but what has money to do with love for ur parents. its all insanity. if i could feel the pain of tht old lady couldnt her own son feel it. he must have turned a deaf ear towards her plights for some selfish reason of his. Swarup blamed the daughter-in-law for this. but its the son who should bear the major chunk of guilt. after all they are his parents and not his wife's

there were hundreds of people walking on the pavement. but why did tht old lady choose me to narrate her sorrowful and miserable story. was i expected to help her? but how? this has been disturbing me. at least i should have helped her with her luggage and walked with her till her destination. or better i should have tried to console her a bit. i do feel bad for not doing my bit in helping her. but what could i have done?

response to my blog "dil chahta hai but not this"

2006-05-14T05:17:00.000-11:00

these are the replies to my " dil chahta hai but not this" which had been mailed to me. as suggested by NAK am putting up here
barik said:
this is a great senti. i have also thought about missing friends but i had thought i wont express it.why shall we cry of thinking of departing?lets cry after being departed..now we should enjoy our life the fullest...lets make some more plans...lets take more 10gbs of photographs.....
and bye the way it was not me who had stopped replying that day......i was continuously sending my pjs :)
come to the college

NAK said:
All of us , all of us , and by all i mean all , love u . Its just that
1 day, rather 1 nite , things dint go ur way , rather our way , so
from that u derived what frnds you are breeding . Actually i was in a
daaru party , involving susu , me and Nishant . And dont get
frustrated , its just your fault , we miss you so many times in hostel
. But then i would say it is nobody's fault , everything is destined
as Susu says , or as i say , nothing is bigger than the game . Anyways
i am thinking of adding Vinita in Orkut , but only with ur permission
. aau tu bhi jaldi add heija orkut re , i have something serios to
tell u , something which i felt on my birthday nite . Anyways ," A
million words couldn't bring you back, i know because i've tried.
Neither could a million tears, i know because i've cried... " is what
is going to happen to us in 2 months time . So chill yaar , take it
easy yaar and relax yaar.

Amit gupta said:
Am not going to say sorry because it will not gng 2 help u. But i feel sorry 4 my ignorance .I have not hope ki my fnd get hurt if i dont respond him in better way. U have opened my eyes yaar.1 thing i can promise is dat no 1 have 2 write these stuffs in future.From my side, Golu u r a sweet n unforgetable fnd. Really we all love u n will miss u till the end of our lives

rice, dal, alu bharta and loads of fun ( smells like teen spirit)

2006-05-12T14:33:00.000-11:00

Defied the scorching sun, defied the financial blemishes, defied the academic constraints, defied the defiance of mind to have fun in the last 6 months of engineering. Now when I sit down to relish the thoughts I wonder could it have been better. I have no regrets and no complain on the turn of events of this last 6 months. I do remember me and NAK deciding, during our trip to vijaywada, to do nothing other than socialising in this six months. And when I look back I do feel satisfied with the lot amount of socializing that we have done. Wherever I look I find a friend. I was never alone during this last semester. And now am sitting here all alone pondering about the new chapter that would get unfurled in a matter of a month or two.
I feel disturbed for the last few days. Is it because am parting with my friends or am I missing the times. I may meet my friends again but no more would we have those carefree discussions. Their won’t be the buoyant KHATTIS at the juice point, under the shades of canteen tree or the Nescafe centre. I would never again be able to bunk the classes and make faces behind the teachers. I would miss each and every moments with my friends.
I just cant forget the night out at the railway station, the obnoxious ways of having lunch at Nandan kanan, the tripling bike rides to different places, the barbecue at sikharchandi, the diving in the muddy water of derras, the tug-of-war at tikarpada sanctuary, the tranquilising trip to RPRC, the endless khattis at the juice point, the quote “ ame hazar kilometer asile _______ karibaku”, the heroic fight at the IIT tech fest, those sleepless nights for souvenir, the fight for a share of cold coffee, the ways of fantasizing ideas, the creativity ( the naughty ones) in seminars, the THAASes and PJs. I just can’t forget. I can still feel the sea waves dashing over my head and I can still feel the safe hands of my friend at my side helping me to overcome the wave currents. I miss distributing rol-a-cola. I miss speaking high about the delicacies of puri. I miss persuading friends for outings and parties. I miss the spirit of quizzing and qutopia. I miss a lot which when put into words won’t carry the right emotions along with it.

Someone had said to me, " ok golak agreed that you people are parting. Even we are but is there any need to cry".
For someone who has huge repository of sweet memories, it surely hurts to part. For the last 2 months it had been kind of a scary recurring dream and now it’s a reality. We people have parted. On the day of farewell I felt like there are many a faces that I may never again see in my life. Now am drained with emotions and guess what am listening to “Vitamin C - Graduation” probably its playing for the 5th time. I want to thank each and every one I have come across during these 4 years for the wonderful time I have spent with them. Am going to miss EXTREME CONCEPT, CODE, the TEAM, the GOSTHI and the whole bunch of friends.

rice, dal, alubharta is what we cooked at derras for lunch. whoever hears this cocks-a snook at the menu. But only the ones who had been on that trip know the extent to which we had fun.

project: submission

2006-03-30T08:28:00.000-11:00

the tone is all set to have more and more of hangouts. u just drop a plan there would be dozens of takers 4 ur idea. evryone seems to be pricked by the thought tht our days at kits are being numbered. just 32 days more. schemes are being formulated to have farewell get-togethers and lot many more of those kind. not a single weekend is to be wasted. but wat abt the final year project. am kind of sandwiched between desire and obligations. desire to frolic and obligations to my career. i just have 8 more days to complete my project. and with nak, nishant, susant and mrutyu in the team 8 years would also not be sufficient to finish the project. we all are absolute morons. had we taken up individual projects we would have been sitting pretty on completed projects. but as a group all tht we have been doing is hiding from our project guide, making lame excuses and having fun at the cost of project. sipping cold coffee frm each others glass is wat we do as a grp when we r expected to sit in front of computers and code. i hv been the biggest contributor to this laxity by making fun of the postponement of the project submission date.
its high time. need to gear up and march ahead. but to where. it seems all gloomy ahead.

the flourishing art of leg-pulling

2006-03-24T07:01:00.000-11:00

having done this for the last 4 years now i feel like i have mastered this precious art. being the self-procalimed maestro of this flourishing art i find myself obliged to share my ideas and expertise in this field with the budding talents who are desperately trying to make there presence felt in this field but in vain. ok here goes the mini guide.

- no one can be an expert overnight. this is a slow and a continous learning process.this is the first tip for the novice. guard urself from frustration. or else the total learning process would end up as a cropper.
- at first find easy preys for urself. u dont learn hunting by preying straight away on a lion. start with the rabbits and the reindeers.
- u need not have a game plan before u start pulling somebody's leg. every word should come out spontaneously. becoz its hard to predict how the leg pulling session would turn out to be. so pre-planned strategies wont help.
- when u start the session its should be you who takes the initiative in choosing the topic for discussion. tht would help. later on when u gain expertise u tend to become confident enough to take on ur victim on ne subject.
- never stop the flow of words from ur side. tht keeps the subject engrossed in the discussion and in the meantime u can hatch a plot by doing parallel thinking.
- let me disclose the best and the most tactful trick which i use very often.
this is quite analogous to tactics used in warfare. allure ur victim by giving him a feeling tht u r being defeated in the battle. no one would deny an enticing offer. the victim would march straight towards u. create a pitfall then with a sudden thurst push him inside. the victim wont get time to think and reataliate. remember this should happen all of a sudden without giving the victim time to realise wats in store. the best way to crush someone is to catch him off-guard.
- the last tip is for the victims. a leg-puller never chooses another leg puller as his victim because there is always a chance of being drubbed by the victim. so the usual victims can take hint from this tht they can escape a leg pulling assualt by retailiating from the word go.

so best of luck all u novices. hope this mini guide would serve u as a hand book in ur future efforts. this art although widespread needs to be regulated and it is my contribution towards it.

dil chahta hai but not this

2006-03-12T15:29:00.001-11:00

i have been wondering for the last 4 months tht will i cry the day am gonna part with my friends. will i have clogged throat and overflowing emotions on tht day? but today (oh srry its already a yesterday)i was listening to the title track of dil chahta hai and my mind wandered into the last 4 months of enjoyment and frolicking and masti. those brisk plannings tht would still stretch into hours. those long hours of hanging around the canteen. those awkward poses for photographs( more than 4 gb of only still photgraphs in last 4 months). idling in the campus. going to watch movies in huge numbers.making friends with the acquaintances of the past 31/2 years. visits to places in and around the city. the barbecue, the boating fun :P ,the struggle with the waves and many more moments of ecstasy. although its kind of delusion eluding me from my career path ( am still to start my final year project) but still then i have enjoyed every moment of fun. so wont i shed tears when am gonna part with my friends. still unanswerable. at this moment the light of a car comin towards me seemed hazy(i was heading towards rajmahal square). i could sense my watery eyes. no i wasnt cryin its just tht my eyes had moistened a bit. i was filled to my capacity with emotions. i decided tht when i get back home i would chat with my friends long into wee hours of the morning.
on returning back i switched on my comp eager to catch friends online. to my joy many were. i started pinging them. barik and lucky stopped replying after sometime. nishant didnot respond. xuxant gave an excuse and fled off to have his dinner. had a short chat with gupta. rosy said tht she was busy watching crapy movies so cant spend time with me. and finally nak gave me a genuine reason an indeed laughable one. he has to attend his company wipro's workshop 2moro(srry its already 2day) so he needs to prepare for tht. so nak since when have u started preparing and tht too for a workshop. so despised ( sort of) by my friends , ditched by time i started blogging. so now wat do u say will i cry the day i part with these friends who ditched ,me when i needed them? better stop these thoughts. i would give it a thought some other time.i should watch some movie ( not a crapy one) to ease me out.

straight from the aching fingers

2006-03-03T07:58:00.000-11:00

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former--- Albert Einstein . i dont know where stupidity originated but stupidity along with its sibling absurdity has well proliferated in our college. wat can u say of a teacher who teases u with words like " we never know wat u ppl would do with the unmarried lady teachers in ur picnic". there could have been more better ways of chiding us than wat they did. made fun of us with least amount of care for our purpose. but we also gave them a taste of their own pill. tht was our way of rebelling against the management. the management had denied us the permission for a picnic to tikarapara, the croc sanctuary but instaed permitted us to go to kapilash. but we were adamant on our plans. we gave a f u c k to the consequences and headed straight to tikarpara. there again stupidity held its reign intact. now it was the turn of the bus driver, who took the bus on a wrong route for 35 kms and hence extra 2 hours of journey. neways everything went fine. at the end of it the satisfaction tht i got on organising the picnic kicked out all sort of drudgery and frustration. and am here blogging at 5:00 am in the morning after returning back from the picnic at 3:15 am. now i feel tht tiredness is something tht affects ur mind not ur body.

newys a few more of stupidity b4 i retire to my bed. ok this stupidity came to the fore front when i was persuading my friends to go to the picnic. being the initiator i wanted a huge turn out. but in return i got to here some moronic excuses for not going to the picnic. " there would be no one at home so i need to take care of my dog. srry yaar cant come to the picnic." haha. so the dog needs to be taken care of at the cost of an exciting picnic. u could have given some other more convincing reason. the funniest excuse tht i got to hear was by one of my friend. he said tht he loves seclusion and cant get well in a bunch. haha srry sir u purpose could have been well served had u been born in australia. but its india. u turn around and u get ur shoulder rubbed with ten others. u cant get along with ur flock how would u get along with the crowd waiting outside this college campus.

aha its nearabt 6:00 i should now stop contributing to the world of absurdity. moreover i have got to get the accounts for the picnic. thts surely going to give me headache having lost track of it during the last part of the picnic. naa no more writings am going to sleep.

( i had written this post after returning back frm the picnic but had not posted to make some minor modifications. but withoustaccess to net for 13 days i have forgoten those modifiactions tht i intended to do.)

the grapes are sour but still hoping to have it

2006-02-08T04:48:00.000-11:00

i may have watched the movie "independence day" umpteen number of times. but still then i wtchd it again when it came on axn today. why is it always the americans who spot the ufo's or the so called UAE( unidentified aerial events). i was watching this serial "numb33rs" on axn and there also the UAE was seen by an american. the americans have started believing tht the world has 50 states and they all bow to the stars and the stripes. they have never look beyond general motors or pepsi. i just wonder how would they feel when the power centre shifts its base to the other side of pacific. off late the xenophobic americans have started feeling the pressure from the tiger and the dragon. but still they maintain the same kind of arrogance in world politics showing there big brotherly attitude. i would have been a big fan osma bin laden had he opted for less violent way of teaching the americans a lesson. but like bhagat singh had said "bairon ko sunane ke liye dhamake ki jaroorat hoti hai".
how ironic it is when the americans claim there society to be the most open one in the world. the way they despise the blacks is quite a known fact. they look down upon the asians and the afrikaans. hey americans watch out ur days are over.
i had come across this writing in toi which goes something like this " earlier the american kids were advised to finish their food because children in india and china go to bed hungry. now they advise their kids to finish their homework lest some indian would snatch away his/her job". i feel srry for the next generation of americans. am dying to be a part of the brigade who frees the world from the dominance of america. to be the part of the brigade who would realise the dream of india 2020.
i sat down to write abt the ufo's but in turn did a bit of america bashing ne ways they deserve tht. but wouldnt we have been the same had we been where they are. we boast of watever small achievemnts tht has been achieved, so imagine wat kind of arrogance the indians would breed on becoming a super power.now i feel there's no point in blaming the americans for the way they are.

on being tagged

2006-02-01T06:29:00.001-11:00

supandi :)) said tht she has tagged me. so now i have to write abt my expectations from my dream girl. she had written 8 requisites and she wanted me to write 16.
At first i thought tht "oh i just need to write 16 points". but when i sat down to write i found tht i have no such big expectations. forget 16 points i
couldnt even put down 8 points. the only indispensible requisite to be my sweetheart is tht she should be affectionate,funloving and one who would reciprocate my love with the right mix of feelings.
now since i had said to supriya tht i will mention 16 points i will try to keep my word. so here begins my 16 requirements.most of them are on a lighter note.
1) the most vital one is she shouldnot be a devotee of the saas-bahu sops. there's already one saas-bahu fan at home cant afford to have another.
2)i have always admired ladies with strong determination ready to take on the adversities imposed on them by the society. i would definitely like her to be one of strong character.and this something am not joking.
3)she should be fun loving like me who would partner me in playing tricks on others.
4)one thing i can never stand is lady-like constant bickerings like do this or dont do that
5)one who admires pjs and appreciates the creativity behind its making.
6)she should have an eagerness to know new things.
7)beauty is not important its just tht she should carry herself with elegance but without much haughtiness.just like sushmita sen.
8)vulnerable at heart yet strong in her opinions just like scarlet 'o' hara of gone with the winds. infact i would say tht scarlett o hara is the one who is perfectly suited to be my lady but she is fictitious.tough luck gol.
9)should not be a puppy loving being. tht would make me feel insecure ;)
10)smiles. thts something drives me crazy. a perfectly crafted smile with a tinge of sensuality and loads of sexuality :))
11)long hairs-- i like them. but thts not so important
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couldnot fill them up. it was tough even to put those 11 points. it has already been 5 days since she had tagged me. i would be leaving for kgp techfest 2moro morning so would be without a comp for the next 5 days. so i decided to blog my expectations before leaving.
now since this tagged thing needs to be passed on to others , so i tag nak, shyamal and tejeswini

still thinking

2006-01-27T08:33:00.000-11:00

its been close to a month( if the last idiotic article isnt considered) since i had last blogged. the this month has been too hectic with exams and the trip to kgp.although my mind had been doing its usual work of generating wastes,but i couldnot find time to dump them over here. since am blogging after a long time so surely its gonna be big one. after the ecstatic december of 2005 my thoughts had been working overtime making plans for the last three months of my engineering career. but ne ways its too early to be nostalgic and write abt the fine time i had here in kiit.so lemme write abt all tht i had been feeling, thinking,experiencing,........ all through this month.

to start with i read this blog of one of my classmate or should i call friend. she had mentioned abt her brother in her blog. how he married his childhood love after courting her for eight long years. aaaahha.i tried to find out more about tht unfamiliar character. and the more i knew abt him the unfamiliarity vanished like vapours into thin air. the unjust god had doled me the dreams and the achievements to him.passed out from iit. then did his MBA at IIM-A. worked for JPMorgan at hongkong. and then married his childhood love. wat else can u ask from life.these were something i had once dreamed of but had failed and had been defeated by fate( if it really exists) everynow and then. i envy him. since i came to know abt him not a single idle time has passed by without my wandering mind thinking abt him. his achievements have been haunting me since then. why its him and not me ? is there something bigger in store for me. should change the topic before frustration takes me under its control and i stop blogging.

achha the next thing tht i had been thinking of these days is the two-faced monster hidden in every man(dont know abt the woman may be true for them too). does this have something to do with the 23rd chromosome.why do men behave differently in front of girls and even if they dont they are made to behave differently by the circumstance.cant speak slang or the oft used four letterd word when they are with the fairer se x .the sudden change in attitude and behaviour is quite noticeable in man in presence of any lady. the type of jokes change. the kind of fun change. is it really required to portray urself as a gentleman even though u r not. this fake portrayal suffocates me. one thing tht i liked abt the students at kgp was tht they didnot mind smoking even in front of girls. if u r tht much ashamed of smoking then why dont u quit it instead of faking a mr. goody image of urs. its as though the girls are the ultimate judges who would pass on the judgement on u. so u try to be as good as possible in front of them. get the coke for the girl even if it means kicking ur friend. two days back i was talkin to kuheli. and i felt as though some invisible force was holding me back from speaking watever came to my mind. why so. cant i talk to her the way i talk with my other friends. so golak wat abt ur sanskriti and principles. havent yet given a thought towards tht. do they really exist. my parents must have just passed on some generation old advices without checking its veracity. its illogical to abide by something tht u dont believe in.

ok something else i have been thinking of is about freedom. u realise the value of freedom only if u r chained.i realised this tht day at iit kgp when the girls were very much eager to have a night out. far away frm the shackles of the ladies hostel jail they behaved like those freed birds eager to flap their wings at every opportunity. i could read the excitement in their eyes. to understand the value of freedom ask someone who isnt free.but how could they rely on the boys to have a nite out. it was like taking the help of japanese to free india. wat if the japanese had taken over the reins after freeing india from the britishers. find ur own way towards freedom. thts wat i felt tht day. nite out among the drunkards and doped. its like freeing urself from the cage into the jungle to be fed by the lions. neways it was their way of enjoying freedom. but to be true i found it really an imbecile idea to enjoy among the drunkards. neways.......

ok just now somebody asked me to write abt the movie tht i saw today. Rang De Basanti. should i mention the plot or wat i felt on watching tht. no i dont feel like writing abt it. i liked the movie and it was inspiring thts it.

cant write ne more. my fingers are aching . will write the rest some other time

wasting blogspace my own way

2006-01-17T06:26:00.001-11:00

staring at the awe-inspiring moon i just cant imagine the grand,splendour and majestic appearance of the beautiful world around me. ohhhhhhhh stop it gol. stop lying. when was the last time u saw the moon?? must be a month or a couple of month back. and u have started blogging on the moon.wat did u say the awe-inspiring moon. so now moon adds to ur inspiration list. ahha gol u better stop blogging than write this sort of crap. but do u think am gonna write sense to waste blogspace.dont u remember wat anup or may be jiten had said in his seminar talk tht the amount of data in computing world is three times the memory space available whole over the world .and u sit here wasting blogspace(read memory space). so wat . u have ur exams 2moro in the morning. i dont feel like studying. tell me some better way to spend my time. i found blogging a good way to kill my time. but cant find ne topic. should i write abt the bull who chased me today. but was tht a bull or an ox. well thts immaterial. thts not something i should blog abt.or should i blog of those slothful last 15 days.naa i dont have time for tht. suddenly my inner voice has awakened and its advice with disguised authority is compelling me go to back to study. after all its not a joke its semster exam.this reminds me of a dialogue from the movie good will hunting. a lambasting remark abt education. lemme search for it in imdb.haan here it goes. will says so "See, the sad thing about a guy like you is in 50 years you're gonna start doin some thinkin on your own and you're gonna come up with the fact that there are two certaintees in life. One, don't do that. And Two, you dropped a hundred and fifty grand on a fuckin education you coulda got for a dollar fifty in late changes at the public library" . i do feel so. wat r u doing here. fucking shit. mugging up and accumulating scores.is engineering all abt this? well i dont want to start this now. its something abt which i can write a page. i have a exam to appear tommorrow. i better stop writing here. i guess i have wasted something around 8kb of blogspace. mission accomplished. for those who read it before my exam. wish me best of luck.i badly need it. he hee.

reinforcing purple haze

2006-01-05T08:27:00.000-11:00

no the blog is not about marijuana or of its kind or me taking to those addictivedrugs. its abt me joining the quizzing team purple haze. although they had named the team keeping the purple smoke of marijuana in mind. ok for those who dont know its swaroop and sambit's team. yes its the indomitable and untameble team. if statistics goes right then perhaps they are the best college level quizzing team in eastern india. having beaten the stalwarts of the quizzing circle they have stamped there supremacy in bhubaneswar. winning quizzes after quizzes. but why am i writing abt them. its my blog and supposedly to be written abt me. yeah i do admire their success in quizzing. its my utmost quizzing desire to defeat them atleast once. But a fortnignt back i got a proposal frm them to join there group for the coveted mary bucknel trophy . swaroop had hinted me abt his intentions a couple of months back. but i had denied him straight-forward. i had replied tht i would rather defeat the winners than be a part of the winning team and win.i was to team up with sammy, sandi and chet. but i fell for their proposal the second time. not because it was an enticing offer but because i had the fear of having a stranded team like last time. i was sure of sammy's interest (infact i owe my quizzing spirit a lot to sammy) but couldnt rely on chet and sandi's committment.on a lighter note i couldnt rely on tht bangali and the half bagali. i had to accept their offer. but on accepting there offer i very often wonder if i have taken the rite decision. am particularly disheartened abt leaving sammy in the midway. now he would feel the same thing abt me all tht i felt abt sandi and chet the last time. infact chet has already informed tht he wont be able to make it to spring fest this time. but it wasnt intentional infidelityy but rather a compulsive one. srry sammy.
but since i have already taken this decision i should put my distracting thoughts to the backburner and put my efforts towards winning the competition. but will i be able to contribute in their winning ways. for the non-quizzers let me say like cricket quizzing also depends on partners. if u are not comfortable with ur partner then u better quit before the start of the quiz. i had faced similar problem when i had partnered with tht big name --durgesh bhaiya. though i have a feeling tht i wont have problems with sambit and swaroop. i hope their quizzing stature wont intimidate me and take toll of my quizzing ability. and hey sammy u can count on me the next time. this is just a one off time.

the december ( winter) of 2005

2005-12-31T07:56:00.000-11:00

very rarely would u find someone blogging on the very first hour of a new year. a very brand new year.unless he is frustrated and doing nothing other than leaving his butt print on his chair. am sitting here with my family fallen asleep after the tiring day. so wat do u do to kick away boredom. ofcourse recall happy moments.

i feel like singing winter of 2005( i acept tht its plagiarised unlike anu malik ;)). could have not asked for more. was this a reward accorded on me for some of my good deeds. may be. ah wat a december was it. started with a rather dull note and ended with a high spirit. giving me hopes tht the new year would be a much more brighter one. although it isnt yet. thts a differnet story.

my college was closed indefinetely afer the mindless act on 25th november(as kaushik puts it). there were lots of plans for december like the vibranz,preparations for study tour and icdcit. but with a single thud every hopes of fun got shattered. the way the fading days of november went i could well imagine the days to come. the days of december which i predicted would be gloomy and forlorn.
then on the very first sunday of december i broke my jinx in the bhubaneswar quizzing circle. wat a way to start a month. i had skipped my IT olympiad prize distribution to attend this quiz and i won a prize here too.someone was being too generous on me.

then came susu's brother's marraige. six friends--susant,myself,lipu,amit,ameet and sunil went to vijaywada to attend the function. it was fun. i had never before travelled long distance with friends. the first day at vijaywada we had a booze party. although i didnot take it but i could feel the air. the next day we attended the marraige ceremony of his brother. it was a typical and traditional south indian marraige. we were served food on banana leaves. the south indians follow a particular course while having there lunch. like first they have the mitha bhatt and other type rice. then at the end they eat plain rice with sambar or curd. we didnt know this and we faced difficulties with our lunch. but we njoyed it.by dinner we had already come in to terms with the south indian dinning habits.at dinner we were served with some 30 items but we were able to manage the tedious task of finishing it.it was the firs time i attended a south indian marraige. after the marraige ceremony all we did was lazying in the house until the next evening when we went to watch a movie. i was interested to watch kalyug but after much insistence frm my friend i finally agreed to watch neal and nikki. ah should say those three hours were the most sucking hours of the december. just couldnt bear the movie. i went to sleep inside the theatre. ameet started playing bouncer. when we came out my head was reeling like nethin. so we decided to watch another movie to ward off the drowsiness of neal n nikki. watched the movie kalyug. i liked the movie very much. the next day we went to see this prakashan bridge and also went for a boat ride in the krishna river. it was an appetizer for the eye. we returned back to BBSR tht nite. it was an experience.

after returning back frm vijaywada i got involved in this international conference (ICDCIT). where i got to meet the best of the brains in the computing world. interacting with these researchers and professors gave me kind of loser feeling. i used to feel like wat am i doing. wat have i done in these four years. can i be ever able to reach tht stature. but at the end of the day when we to returned back to the room and had all sorts of fun and masti all these thoughts would just fade away into oblivion. giving a damn abt future i would sit down with my frnds playing cards. the whole of icdcit affair was a learning as well as a delighting experience. and with mrtyunjaya arnd u dont need a reason to laugh. rather u get a reason evry now and then . moreover i also took my first vodka pegs during this period only.
At the end of the ICDCIT on 25th december the final year volunteer were rewarded with a puri trip by the college. although i had stayed in puri for 11 yrs, still the the idea of a puri trip enthused gush and josh in me. 11 volunteers 9 boys and 2 girls and a teacher went to puri in 3 cars. the car in which i sat was the most bindaash car with me nak,nishant and rakesh barik in it. the trip was characterised by cigarrate smokes, rocking music and pj's. when we reached there i was a bit apprehensive abt taking bath in the sea. i felt a bit uneasy to take off my clothes jump into the water. later on i found out tht others also felt so. but on seeing the beach we forced shame to take a christmas holiday . we put on our shorts and jumped into the water. everyone was pushed into the water. even the girls and lucky. proving mr. einsteins theory is just a petty job. those three hours passed away as if it were just three minutes . after washing ourselves ofcourse we went to the temple. i usually wonder why is every beautiful place india always has some religious touch to itself.

after the icdcit i then got involved in the national children science congress. i was put in the tamil, malayalam, telegu, kannada room. i could not understand even a single word. but u dont need to kno the language to understand their enthusiasm and the efforts tht they must have put in their project. i had volunteered so tht i could get a chance to see the president of india. in turn i got the meet the future of india. i also met professor yashpal sharma. the aura arnd him was just unbearable.i got his autograph. after the ncsc i was cooling my heels sitting in home when i was called for a movie by my frnds. on reachin the theatre i found the plans were changed and instead we went to dhauligiri in a maruti versa. eleven of us packed in versa. the girls were pushed to the back seat and they looked like packed luggage. then frm dhaulligiri we went to udaigiri and khandagiri. took a lot of photos which am eagerly waiting to be transferred to the computer so tht i can keep them as memoirs.
the last day of december also went with fun. it was the closing day for the ncsc.and the closing day for the december. the december tht exonerated me from the drowsiness of the first 3 years. the december tht made me realise tht only four months are left of the four years of my engineering course. i also realised why ppl speak so highly of their own engineering college. thanx december for giving me such a gayful month.

had my first drag( the way nak's palindrome says)

2005-12-27T05:31:00.000-11:00

am writing this blog on a back date as i was busy with this icdcit stuff and then the ncsc.

smtimes u dont need a reason to deviate from ur principle. or should i say u take refuge under some absurd reason or excuse to justify ur act. am also a man i also have the generic features in my character. so why brood.abt it.
21st december. it was the first day at icdcit. i didnot have much of work on tht day. got a bit frustrated on wasting time with doing nothing other than wasting my time. as though i have never ever wasted time in my life. but still then it was like racking me.
moreover when u get provoked by ur desire never u look at ur principles. it sounds very illogical at those time. boiling blood never search for principles which does nothing other than giving u age old advices. and u dont want to look foolish to the pumped up desire. thts smthing tht happened to me on that fateful evening of december 21st ,2005. i took my two large pegs of vodka at anjuman bar citing utter frustration as the reason. haa c'mon dude u could have taken into drinkng earlier too. u didnot need to have such a moronic reason to be a part of the so called "have tried" grp .neways i broke my virginity. but surprisingly am not repenting for having taken tht but i do feel i could have waited a little longer so tht i could have taken with my own money. but i did drink with my prize money. tht in some way compensates the gravity of the matter tht has been haunting me since tht day.

BUT NOW SINCE I HAVE TESTED OR TASTED IT DONT THINK THT AM GONNA TAKE IT OFTEN.I DIDNOT LIKE THE TASTE.THT WAS LIKE THE BOMBAY KA LADOO FOR ME.

flash in the frying pan

2005-12-15T06:42:00.000-11:00

dear Mr. Chetan Bhagat,
congratulations. congrats 4 ur second novel. u have now successfully become a part of the elite flash-in-the-frying-pan group(were u trying to be there). feeling dissapointed. beleive my words it is surely a group boasting of some big names like sabeer bhatia, marconi,surinder amarnath, kumar gaurav, billy durrant,ramesh sippy and a lot many more. aint u feeling excited on being part of this elite group. one night @ call centre. ha was that a novel or a typical bollywood movie script. haan got it. u must be trying to break into the bollywood.

But i should say Mr. Bhagat tht u have really carved a new genre of writing. a genre of informal and interective writing . you seemed to have mastered it in ur first novel FPS but lost track of ur mastery in ur 2nd run but have continued with almost the same flair. should say that here in ur second novel ur wit has really cheated u and ur writings and also the readers like me(who had been too foolish to read the book even after reading the dull comments and reviews). here and there the PJs catch the attention of the readers.
may be ur book wasnt tht bad its just my hopes which were high.being an engineering guy i could relate myself well to FPS better then ur one night @ call centre. yeah i did like it in patches.the part where when asked if he had a con dom sam says guys like him leave with constant hope.tht was funny. i also liked ur take on gravity defying dress and the petty yet sarcastical difference btwn executives of opposite se x. these were the part where u looked like the real Mr. Bhagat. was the last scene ur own imagination to pay tribute to bollywod or was tht lifted straight from some 90's bollywood movie ;).
overall it was a novel which should be finished at a single go.
yours
one out of many readers.

p.s.--liked the intimacy btwn priyanka and sam. should say you have handled it very well just like the intimacy between hari and neha in FPS.

playing the blame game

2005-12-05T10:49:00.000-11:00

ohk so it did not work.it failed. but am i to be blamed for that. i had done my homework perfectly. infact hadnt slept the previous nite giving it a finishing touch. cant blame luck for that . i dont beleive in ffuucckkiinn luck. so who is it to be blamed for.was it the unearthed electric supply or was tht there a problem in the port of the system. should have investigated. no no it wasnt embarassing. but i should say it was disappointing. when u put lots of effort into smthing and u have a futile end result it surely is depressing.all those who had been there did do there job perfectly. shyam sang well and sambit-swaroop did well with there quiz. and yep sadhan did accomplish his task. but why did failure select me as its prey. but hey Mr. failure so u feel u have successfully intimidated me. huh. my words may sound very much pensive but me having a penchant for challenges hasnt been intimidated by failure. u better find someother weak hearted fellow. better luck next time Mr. failure.
but i need to prove my words.cant bear it if someone calls me a poseur. enthused with determination i am pumped up for my next date with failure.

why so

2005-11-19T13:33:00.000-11:00

its a cynical world. u put a wrong step forward there would be hundreds to brag u and u put the right step fwd and u have thousands to flatter u. sometimes your words get termed as sacrosanct at other time the same words become sacrilege.its a topsyturvy world. it is filled with commotion- mental commotion owing its origin to worldly perplexity. you find preying vulture everywhere waiting to swoop on you the moment they get a chance.you try to escape from the vultures and there u land in the hands of the hawks. you fight ur way thru hoping to get out of all this but u never get a respite. but you never stop fighting. a slight retrospection of ur life till date would reveal tht all tht u have been doing all these years is just fighting.fighting impudently with evrything around. but is this fight reflecting ur hatred for everything aroung. no it isnt. its just the only way of making yourself fit into this complex world. its a struggle and u never struggle for smthin tht u hate. so everytime u meet a sycophant or a braggart donot jump of ur sit. its that way how they fit into this enigmatic world around you.

sharing the secrets of success

2005-11-17T11:52:00.000-11:00

ohk so u liked the talk by Mr. xxx on " how to be rich and famous".kool. achha and u recently finished the book "7 easy steps to be a millionaire".good .so now lemme see ur million. hmm havent earned it yet ohk.but wat abt all tht u learned from tht book.
and infact u liked tht also.hehe

every week the market gets flooded with these kind of (should i say inspiring) books tht teaches you the fine art of entrepreneurship.but did bill gates every read these "7 steps to be a millionaire" srry billionaire. i dont think so. entrepreneurship cant be taught its an innate quality.oh am deviating frm wat i intended to write.so i was writing abt these so called biz books. ya i have read a few books like "wat they dont teach you at havard" , "made in japan",etc. infact i even liked those books. beacause no where in those books have the writers mentioned nething abt shortcuts to success.they are filled with business strategies. but the books on making u a millionaire sell like hot dogs yet all they contain are trite and hackeneyed ideas.
just a minute leme do a google book search on being millionaires.........

haha i found some 1540 hits. funny.one of them is " millionaire code:16 paths to wealth building" .theres another book on "Millionaire by 26: Secrets to Becoming a Young, Rich Entrepreneur".hehe very funny.the writer has really found the secrets to become rich just by fooling the readers.out of those 16 paths to wealth building one must be on writing books on wealth building.;)
for all those who got intoxicated by the writings of those authors , wait a few more weeks u will definitely get more amount of intoxication. the upgraded version of "7 steps to success" would come out as " 21 steps to success".so enjoy and help the author in his worthy cause of earning fast buck and setting right example for his fans.

confusing me

2005-11-12T08:29:00.000-11:00

"things one must do bcoz they have been done and so many good things one must not do bcoz they have nto been done"

i dont remember where i had read this must be from "gone with the winds". may be.
quite right when i view it with from my own perspective.all that i have been taught to do since childhood just because they have been that way since centuries.cant shave at night,should take bath everyday ,and a lot more of these constraints.cant bear it any more.neither can stand against it.if i do i would be touted as a neo socio-liberal.cant bear this also x-(

male chauvinism

2005-11-10T04:25:00.000-11:00

aha at last i recovered my password. infact i found out my blog id. in the mean time i found a new mentor.she has agreed to play tht role for me. No she wont be telling me whether RFID is better or bar codes are better? nor would she be guiding me to crack entrance exams. no no infact she would be guiding me to crack entrance exams but of different realm.i hope this dronacharya would help me find the I in me.

neways i was interested in writing on male chauvinism ever since i saw the guru dutt classic "pyaasa". there's a scene in which mala sinha's husband beats her hard.i think tht protrays the true picture whats prevalent in this part of world. i being brought up in a family, where the fairer se x has an equal role to play in life, cant just figure out this unreasoning displayal of vague masculinity. masculinity is it or is it se xual insecurity.the fear of being taken over or being dominated by this opressed lot.

oh by now u may be thinking tht am one of those woman rights activists.huh...eeeh.if u find any man rights activists then do inform me.i can contribute there. :)

i dont want to say that this is endemic to the rural areas or the illiterates. i have no qualms about this.since they have been seeing this since their childhood and hence intrepidly practise it. But its the so called heps who i disdain the most . i have seen boyfriends being excessively possessive of their gf.husbands dominating their wives even though they call themselves the urbanized neos. if u ask me i would just turn them around and give a hard kick on their butts.

unplugged my ears

2005-11-06T16:14:00.002-11:00

every sunday i attend a meeting at quality circle.its a discussion forum.last sunday my group was given to speak on the topic "se x is essential in life".instead of thinking on the topic my brain got too much pumped up and stressed more on the first word. hehe .nothing vulgar or obscene . but it started contemplating on the frequent occurence of the 3 lettered word and its relatives in the near future in my life. i felt as though this word is getting repeatedly used in my life.

was i ignoring this earlier and have started to accept its essentiality now or is it really being used very often now a days. may be the self proclaimed neo-indians have started to accept its inevitable presence in life. may be they have realised tht there isnt nething wrong in se x. or may be i have started to accept the fact.yeah i do agree a year before i used to turn a deaf ear to this. i wasnt able to judge its importance in life.very recently a friend called me the "anachronism of the century". i felt bad. this constant leg pulling from my friends made me to accept it as a part of ones life. but...oh no more buts please grow up. yeah i can see the transition in myself from a boy to a young man. but srry se x has no part to play in it. so why "grow up"? i can lead my life without se x and its relatives. its just the ppl around me who make me to take it seriously. i need to give a serious thought towards it. haan i should.
and does its frequent occurence show the degrading of cultures and traditions and the values taught by our parents. lemme think.hmmm.....
i dont think so. after kamasutra is a holy book of se x.itwas an integral part of culture in ancient india.it wasnt considered obscene. but why now. we have imbibed all the cultures from there era bt why left it behind and tabooed its discussion. don't know. will give it a deep thought and post some other time

i wonder

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few days back i came to know from this girl that mint makes her weak in her knees. i wonder if all girls are of the same kind. in that case i have a very less chance of wooing girls as i hate mint.a case of maximum interest for pfeizer. start putting ur money in mint instead of viagras.chloromint should sport the tagline "spark in your life".
moreover since i dont smoke my cause gets further diminished.a pj:-women love kitchen and girls love chimneys to experiment ;). wow wat a superb oneliner.(oops i shouldnt praise myself). but as a matter of fact both smokes and mint leades to impotency.if u look at the brighter side, u dont need to use a contraceptive. so u get a girl and even dont need to use a contraceptive.(racheal says in FRIENDS "contraceptive are not always effective".so two new substitute.) . may be the matter's being too much se xed up by me.
ok now to something else but on the same line.
bryan adams sings "let's just make all love all nite".i wonder if its possible.
ha my first blog.i think should quit here. or else this wandering mind wont stop generating wastes