A mixture called...LIFE

We are born naked.... both....literally and otherwise. Like a glass of water... fresh,pure, uncontaminated. Our parents give our life the basic taste. A bit salty...lots of sugar..and some colors. As we grow... we make friends... and the color and taste gets modified with time. After considerable time... we acquire the taste and color which is characteristic of...Our Self. After that...we come to be known as of 'that' taste and 'that' color. We get defined.
Modifications continue, though. Every second that passes...every person whom we meet...every event that we witness.... affects us...in one way or another.most of them remain neutral... some accentuate the taste... and some are contaminants. The dirt, filth, rubbish..that we pick up in course of time.They can be anything... strained relationships....turbulent times... ill-fate.... misunderstandings... irresponsibility... shattered dreams... unfulfilled ambitions... crushed expectations.... failed love... anything. They are just unavoidable. After the initial turbulence they may be causing... slowly and gradually they settle down. As time weighs upon them... they are pushed down to the bottom. Sometimes we forget..mostly we ignore their existence. From the top it looks all clear... as if everything has evaporated. But they very much are there. We can ignore them... but we can't remove them.
Our best friend TIME helps us by pushing them deep inside. But ........
It takes only a moment to stir them up.... and it may take another lifetime for them to settle down again.

P.S.---> Cardamom.... I'll honour your tag soon.

Kal ho na ho....... so what?

“Hanso…muskurao…khush raho….
Kya pata … Kal Ho Na Ho…….”

‘Kya pata….. Kal ho na ho…. So……Live for today.’

Does this mantra really work?? Can we really live for today. It sounds very cool… “ I live for today….. who cares for tomorrow.” But doesn’t it only ‘sound’ cool… while it is actually not. If I don’t care for tomorrow…. doesn’t it mean that I am ignoring my responsibilities. Life is beautiful…. but in no way ….. simple. We just can’t live only for today. The comfort level hasn’t stepped up so high. There are responsibilities… on each of us…. and we have to take care of them. We have to think…..plan….. and design our , and the other lives connected to ours.

People of my age group are at a very critical stage. We have to take some very crucial decisions…. Decisions…. which will decide the course of our lives. Decisions…. which will affect many others in one way or another. So before jerking everything off…because Kal ho na ho…. think at least once …. What if Kal arrives at your doorstep and stares at you. Are you ready to welcome it?

Sometimes I wonder if Aman (the character in the movie) would have spoken the same lines if he didn’t know he was terminally ill.

Chale chalo....

Time files…almost literally. It seems just yesterday that I was slogging for JEE…and now… few more months…. and I’ll be done with my formal education. Officially.

I came here as a complete stranger…. another starry-eyed, unsure, apprehensive teenager. Today those stars have faded…the uncertainty has changed its appearance…. ‘teen’ is past….. things have changed. Nothing is permanent…you, me, he, she, this, that… nothing. The only thing permanent is CHANGE.

Let’s consider the past 12 months only. There have been many changes. Some in-your-face and some not-so-in-your-face.

I am a proud possessor of a mobile phone now. I blog now. I have found some friends courtesy this blogeteria. There always are constraints in one’s life. But then… they too have changed. Some equations have simplified…. Some got complicated. There have been happy times…as well as highly turbulent ones. And there have been great moments. Moments that will always bring smile to my face…. forever. Some friendships were strengthened…. some got bettered. Some ice were broken….. some feelings changed.

Last winter taught me how to have the ultimate masti with friends. Last summer taught me how to live without my friends. The beginning of 2006 reminded me that I can fail.

The middle of 2006 taught me to ho to come to terms with a failure.

Some time back I explored another dimension in my life.

Few things have remained the same though… like my height, weight, looks, etc.

All in all it was a good year. And it’s going great. The changes are always for the good, I believe. I am more happy, more confident, more smart (okay…that depends), more humorous (that again depends), more studious (naaaah !!!) , etc., etc., etc. And yes… an year older, too.

22 not yet OUT !!!.. I think I'll retire....... HURT [:D]

Ek baat bolein....Kuchh nahin

We were sitting...when one of us asked another to reveal how he had asked the all important question to his you-know-who. After a little bit of Taal-Matol... he revealed the secret. Then it was decided that everyone will have to tell his/her story. Start...One...Two...
Me ? Arey humari to koi hai hi nahin.
Phir bhi...kabhi kisi ko to bola hoga...albeit kat gaya ho.[ :))]
Nahin bhai...mera 100% success rate hai... 0 proposed...0 accepted. [a bigger waala :))]
Aaj tak kisi ko propose hi nahin maara !!! (*abe sab normal hai naa*)
Nahin bhai. (*ab kya sooli par chadha doge*)
Ok..next.
Actually I hate rejection. I mean..I don't know how I would react if I get rejected.... be it anything. So..unless I am dead sure.... things will have to wait. "Aisa hi hoon main"

Our first meeting couldn't have been more awkward. She said something.... I only stammered. As fate would have it...we got to interact more...and more...and more. And the more I interacted with her... the more I was overawed. I was ready for our relationship to be a mere formal one... but as far as I am concerned...Things have their own way. The ice was there...and it was there to be broken. It took quite sometime...but it did. At least I think it did. Our relationship (please take this word in the most general of sense) grew over time. Things started to be a bit informal. The first thing about her that appealed to me was her way of comporting herself...full of confidence... sheer Grace. Slowly and gradually.... everything about her began to appeal to me. Her voice... the way she stares at you sometimes....hands on waist and head slightly tilted... her million dollar smile... her dedication.... her uncomplicacy...her coolness... everything.
When we chat... I don't want to say 'bye'. When we talk... I want to talk endlessly. When I see her... I want the time to freeze. With each passing moment..her beauty quotient is rising .... linearly or exponentially...I dunno. Okay.... this is it.
This is my side of the story(which even I am not sure of). Things are entirely different on the other side...and I am dead sure of it. I don't know how down I lie in her list. I don't know if I exist in her list or not(me thinks I do exist). I can definitely tell her all this.... but for that I will have to take another birth. Things are closed this time. I wish a butterfly had fluttered 1-2 more times... so that things might have been slightly different. May be she won't know all this. May be she reads this post and understands. May be she doesn't understand even after reading. May be she won't believe. May be she wouldn't want to believe. May be she would come to know everything and talk to me straightaway. May be she won't let me know that she knows it. But nevermind. "Jo hota hai... acche ke liye hota hai."
I don't know what it is..... the only thing I know is that there's not even an iota of desire anywhere.... and that someday I want to hug her and say "Thanks dear... for being there."

Majboori ka naam..... understand yourself.

They say... The best comes out of you when things are not your way. I believe. And I have experienced. (It's an entirely different matter what you consider as 'GOOD') Whether this education system of ours tends to lead us astray from the 'Thinking Module' is a personal perspective...lets leave it as it is. May be the problem is with me.... but the fact is that...I can't memorise things...the parrot types. I am a to-be-engineer ... and NOT a to-be-calculator...for GOD's sake!!! But how does it matter to the system. It won't change for me. So there I was going to appear for the examination of a subject...which required....hardcore crammming up of formulae.... and too many of them. I was helpless. The questions were going to be like... you know the formulae.... everything will be given except one .... use your calculator.... and done. BUT.... BUT... BUT..... I said naa... I CAN'T MEMORISE. That would have meant..... A big ZERO.... in each problem. Adversity....right. I had to rely on my cerebral sleights. This is what I did...I mean I had to.... I wrote those formulae on the back of the chair in front. And to support myself.... I had kept chits in each fold of my hanky. The invigilators were kind enough not to roam around in the room all the time and I knew that. So.... tht's it.... I didn't get ZERO. And yes... I firmly believe in co-operation. So how did we co-operate? Thank God....they made the eraser white. We wrote..and we just passed on... in front of the 'watchful' eyes. Confidence people....confidence. It works wonders.
Another day.... another paper. The difference.... the hall contained some 150 students...10 invigilators...all in highly energised state... which forced them to circle around as if the neighbor's dog is chasing them. The result... the 'Hanky funda' wasn't going to work. I had tried to memorise... BUT..... So there I was....sitting in the hall....sans the formulae....wondering..... when..... EUREKA !!! So... I took the scale... wrote the question no. on it .... and peacefully kept it on the desk behind me. He took the scale... wrote the formula...returned......and yeppie..... I was sure...I won't get a ZERO. 1-2 questions later... same situation..... WANTED.... FORMULA...URGENT. Scale was done with. I HAD to find a new tool...and found I did. I had a pen with yellow and white stripes.... WHITE....mind you. And I had another pen. (did I mention earlier something like 'Thinking Module') Another answer received....few more marks secured.
Come next semester... I was more confident. My memorising power didn't improve though. So the no. of chits, I call them farras, increased alongwith the contents in each of them. I didn't get ZERO in any of them. Not to mention..the tables...which doubled up as writing sheets...and large ones too. As I told you that this 'Hanky funda' and the 'Rubber Co-opeation' doesn't work outside our department. And there I had a paper in another hall.... 150 students... 6-7 invigilators..... and no formulae to memorise. But as I had grown confident... I wanted to be on the safer side. So I went to the exam....Full sleeved.... full-buttoned. Underneath were written the algorithms....7 of them....yes..you heard it right.... 7 entire algorithms.... written in my arms..and legs too. The paper didn't require me to unbutton my sleeves...but nevertheless ... I was prepared.
Another semestrer passed the same way....only difference being that all the papers were in our department only. The Grades were out .... they were inversely proportional to the volume of the chits/farras.

The Moral of the Story..... 'Cheating' in an exam doesn't necessarily help. I am no more into 'Cheating'. BUT Wait..... 'Cheating' is a highly subjective term. For me.... 'Co-operation' is not a part of 'Cheating'. I have my mid-sems from 15th.

All the best to all the examinees.

C ya soon.

The Game continues.......

Nigaahein....The Return of Jewel Thief......Kaun Banega Crorepati Dwiteeeeeya .... The Great Indian Laughter Challenge Dwiteeeeeeya...Indian Idol 2.... Nach Baliye 2.....Krrish...Dhoom 2....Sarkar 2............so we thought.... why not Tedhi baat Dwiteeya...... after all.... Reh naa jaye baat baaki.
So after getting ample amount of Junta ka pyaar and encouragement......... the plot was conceived...the script was written...the casting was finalised...the locales were selected.... the director directed...the actors acted...the cameraman focussed(and defocussed)....the editor(s) edited.....and here I am .... presenting before u..... the sequel of Tedhi Baat....... Tedhi Baat Dwiteeya.( am I sounding like a film producer?.....never mind)
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4110588092323864882&hl=en
If you have some more time to waste...and if ur earlier wastage on such crap didn't force you to tear some of your hair......you can take the risk.
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BTW I dropped the plan to jump from Howrah Bridge while returning from the test center. Bahut high thaa yaar.....himmat hi nahin hui. GRE went so-so. I had closed my eyes after clicking "Report score". And when I opened them........
I am bold enough to declare my pathetic GRE score here.Thank you all for the wishes.....coz only due to them I am here....otherwise.... Height utna bhi nahin thaa Howrah Bridge ka.We 3 had even finalised the point of the plunge while going for the test. It was somewhere around the mid-point. Newayz..... Life's peace now. Words yaad kar kar ke pak gaye the. Inglees is a bhery phunny language....really.
khush raho bacchon.....
Eeshwarah yat karoti...shobhanam kar0ti.......(Sanskrit)
Jo hota hai acche ke liye hota hai......(Hindi)
everything happens for a reas0n.....(Angrezi)
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P.S.-----> The video may take some time to open up.
Thanks again....
Take care.

...............Tik tik tik tik..............

I shall be back if I decide against jumping from the Howrah Bridge after seeing my GRE score.
5 SEP.... 1:00 pm .......Kolkata
The Bomb is ticking..............
Sayonara(.....kyuki............Kabhi Alvida na Kehna)