Okay…. So courtesy Raam Pyaari …. I am Tagged!!! So here I go….

I am Thinking
About getting a good GRE score.

I said
I am able to write this post coz some 15 years back my Mamma dared to send me to the better school (of the two options available), against all the constraints.

I want
To take my parents and sister on a world tour.

I wish
I were a bit taller :P …. Baaki sab theek hai … ha ha ha

I miss
My sister a lot these days….. it’s not that it’s the first time we are out of home…but I miss her everytime since my final year has started.

I hear
The keyboard sounds against the background score produced by the fan with occasional inputs from the movie playing in the neighboring room.

I wonder
Despite having the best people as my friends, being with me all the time, why do I feel lonely at times.

I regret
Not saying ‘Congratulations’ properly to my one-of-my-best-friends when she got selected for foreign internship.

I am
Very anxious these days.

I dance
When I am partying with my friends, though that doesn’t happen much.

I sing
Mostly hindi songs….and I sing most of the time.

I cry
Extremely extremely rarely.

I am not
Sure what to write here.( the first response was ‘gay’ and the second was ‘attractive’)

I write
Coz I can’t speak them out.

I confuse
No one. Itni cali(read: caliber) nahin hai

I need
To be more confident of myself.

I should
React at the right time. (I often don’t)

I finish
Hoping that you will revisit my blog.

So….it’s my turn now….and I tag….

• Srikant(http://bloggingsri.blogspot.com/)
• Anu(http://itsanuzplace.blogspot.com/)
• Sun Flower(http://thesunflowerspeaks.blogspot.com/)

Njoy
C ya

What the HELL !!!

Theek se jaana beta
Mamma...ye baat to aap pilot ko boliye. Humko to jaa ke baith jaana hai bas...baaki uski marzi..ha ha ha
Mazaak mat karo
Accha Pranaam
Khush raho
And I left for the security check-ups and all. One hour later I was in the plane, seated. Inspite of being on the male version of the 16 Somvaari Vrat so that I could have a pretty girl seated next to me on my first flight, all I got was a businessman-like man by my side.
To be true, I was afraid and the 'man' was not helping my cause either. But I could not let it show. After all I was a young man....make it 'guy' if u wish.... going abroad to study....log kya kahenge. But 2 hours earlier.....

abe darr lag raha hai be
bhak saala..... kya baccha jaisa darr raha hai
saale...pehli baar plane mein jayenge
to kya hua...itna saara plane roz aata-jaata hai
to humko le ke thore na aata-jaata hai
abe 'that' first time ke time kya karega...he he he
abe 'that' first time ke liye 'this' first time ka successful hona bahut zaroori hai
ae kuchh nahin hoga...all the best

I closed my eyes..thinking of nothing...and then everything. I tried to cajole myself to be happy. The plane started to move. After few seconds some unusual sounds entered my eardrums. "C'mon...you are not 'used to' anything regarding take-off..this must be normal...keep quiet",I told myself. After a while the sounds grew harder and then the lights started flickering. "hope it's normal." The frequency and the amplitude were constantly increasing and I was already uttering "Jai Shree Raam" at a higher frequency. Suddenly the lights went almost off and then one bright flash...

It was all dark and quiet. I had always thought Black is Beautiful...not nemore. I felt my body...it was wet. "Must be blood", I thought....I was dead for sure. I saw a red light staring at me. Must be the Devil looking through the door of.....Oh My GOD.... I was in HELL !!! I knew I was not a good guy but I was not THAT bad. Newayz...it didn't matter. There I was ...... at the helm of HELL. I went near it, trembling. It had a frame of a small window. Of course... I shoudn't expect a Red-carpet welcome in HELL for God's sake....err....for Devil's sake. I looked hard at the door and saw a.... WHAT!!! The door of HELL had a door-bell !!! Bemused, I pushed it and there was bright light all over. I closed my eyes......and then I heard the first sounds of HELL...........
"Dekhte rahiye... zee news"

Phir se Normal

I am very happy. I am once again with my friends. Some of them are now 'foreign-returned' while most of them have simply returned. I am hoping that 'some' of my friends will bring me C++ (chocolates plus plus...ha ha ha ).

Once again I will be into the daily doses of 'wing'masti in our wing which we call "14 DTW waale"( for the non-kgpians.... 14 of us live in the Top West of D-block of our hostel....i.e. 14 D Top West waale). Once again I will pamper my wingies(though I end up at the receiving end most of the time :D). Once again we will be going on our wing treats. Once again we will be having our wing DCs i.e. Wing Disciplinary Committee(a post on that later). Once again there will competition to improve the Wing Department Ranks.

Once again I will be relishing Tandoori chicken with A&S.

Once again I will be discussing our project at Nescafe with AD.

Once again I will be in my department... un-studying.

Once again I will be with my guide...trying to explain myself...smiling all the time.

Once again I will be orkutting heavily.

Once again I will be cycling in the campus with all the sound effects associated with it.

Once again Life will be normal....and it never felt so nice to be back to normal.

20 din baad !!!

Fact : When my computer has even a minor glitch... I get upset. And when I am upset, I am khana-peena-chhor-ke-muh-phula-ke-baith-jaana types. And for the last week, I am terribly upset.
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Now forget the above fact and read on................................
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GS always says "kya yaar Daroga...tu phir philosophical ho gaya. Kuchh different likha kar yaar."
Yaar GS, it's not my fault. I was forced to sit in the front row when GOD was giving lecture on "How to be philosophical." Due to this I missed some important lectures such as "How to express anger" and "How to woo a girl."
Newayz.......my attempt to write something 'different' turned out to be a "Explicit content: Strictly for adults" thing(just now I decided against putting its link here). After that I decided to refrain from being different. Sorry GS.
Everytime I write a post... I read it 4-5 times and think..."This is my best post yet" and then read it 4-5 times all over again :D .Then the comments, literally or otherwise, come dropping by:
abe peeya hua tha kya jab ye post likh raha tha
abd hadd makhau hai be tera ye post
no comments
kya bakwaas likha hai be

As my heart takes its way on a crash-course, I hear(read):
mota....too good tha...mast tha(where r u?)
abe tu to master ho gaya hai be bolgging mein
abe tu to writer ban gaya be
aap next sandipan deb(kgp alumni outlook editor-in-chief) hone wale hain lagta hai...
I am now lying down on the floor, holding my heart and panting....coz of a mild, khushi ka heart attack.
And then comes the medicine:
good post
keep blogging
accha tha
nice
And I become normal. This is what I( and at least one person I know) call Convergence.

Actually this is my 13th post and I do mind a black cat crossing my way. So I thought a post aout posts will do as bachpan mein I had read a poem which went something like 'Poison kills poison.....'
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I told you naa... I am terribly upset.

One Half Chilly

Yesterday I didn’t eat a thing in sheer excitement of my training getting over …finally!!! So there I was …. @ 5 pm…..hungry but excited…. To hand over my report …get my certificate and…..end it all. One flash…. And it was gone…….. THERE WAS A POWER CUT IN TATA STEEL R&D JUST WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO TAKE THE PRINT OUT !!! ....I was more than a mere WHAT THE F*** . The failure was a major one and I had no option than to ‘agree’ to come the next day…..i.e. today for completing the formalities and all. Anyway … I left R&D … hungry and frustrated… for my restroom. All the day I had planned to treat myself with some Chinese delicacies at a roadside Fast Food Stall and I decided to stick to it. Only the reason for the treat changed from celebrating to venting out frustration. I ordered One Half Chilly (chicken chilly … I mean) and One Half Veg Chowmein to go with it. Now this particular order of mine was a bit too much for the man to handle it….. I knew it…and was more than willing to wait for the delicacies to arrive. I don’t know if it was out of frustration, or hunger, or mere anticipation, but I was staring at each and every bit of the Rolls/ Fried rice/Chowmein made with an intense, I-can-eat them-all-at-once look.

As I was biting my lips every time the person in front of me was taking a bite…. a poor( I mean literally) girl came with her mom. You know…. Every time I see these poor, unfortunate kids wandering on the roads, I can’t help but feel pity on them. I want to help them but as of now I don’t have the means. No….. That’s the hard earned money of my Papa and I can’t go doing charity around with that. The comfort level has not risen to that extent. So… the point is I can only feel pity and hope…against hope…that someone helps them. So there was that girl with a 2 rupee coin (I think….may be 1 rupee coin), given by her mom to get something for herself. If a mother doesn’t have enough money, she will overlook her child’s demand(s)….That is civilization…… And a mother who doesn’t have enough money, but with whatever she has … she asks for whatever she can get for her child…. Without giving a damn to what others would think…… That’s un-civilization …… WHAT AN EDUCATION!!!

I was seriously hoping that someone comes forward and gives the girl whatever little she demanded on his own account…… and to my surprise…. Someone actually did!!!
I was happy for the girl … and I had respect for the man. Things like these force me to hate myself when someone inside me says that I don’t like my countrymen.

When I would be earning…..even though not printing out currencies at will…. I will ensure that one unfortunate-to-be-born-to-poor-parents child gets a meal and he/she has a nice time enjoying it…. I PROMISE. I am keeping my vow to a minimum of one child-one meal because I don’t know if, when and how much I would be earning.

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BTW… my training is over now….and I will be at home tomorrow for the next 15 days or so.
See you soon.