Googling my mind.

Seasons in the sun...

2010-03-05T12:05:00.000+05:30

I renounced this blog and blogging long back but some duffer has forced me to come back and continue this era of mental-molestation through fatal english-phrases and carcinogenic grammar. As someone has disturbed the perching and defecating phoenix, therefore this someone deserves a punishment.Now you have to vow that you will comment on each of the posts here after.(Full Stop)

On this reopening ceremony of my blog, I would hereby like to express my heartfelt thanks to this silent reader, who went through my blog and endured this scripted-agony ek baar nahi , do baar nahi, teen baar nahi, chaar baar nahi balki pure paanch baar, jee haan bhaaiyon aur unki behno poooore paanch baar....so you deserve a black-&-white bravery award for this utmost act of valor, and to show my gratitude I hereby promise to gift you a complete set of non-stick kadhai and karchhi on the next april-fool's day to you. Send me your address to redeem your gift hamper.

Your comments have reminded me of an old friend. Some how i have lost the touch with her. I don't know whether you are the same person i am talking about or not but i wish she was you. So, this post will be about her. This is the story of a friend whom I met, not by chance, but I guess, by destiny's will. May be it was a bloody conspiracy led by the three nasty moons of Jupiter - if I go by the saying of Paulo uncle.

There's a universal law about girls, the product of beauty and brain is always a constant, I've always agreed to it, untill I met this girl. She called herself as 'Maverick' as she thought herself to have lots of 'creative juices' but I remember her as a no-nonsense duffer. She called me as a 'wizard of words', but I am very sure that she had a lot of other adjectives and ornamental phrases in store for me, some of which I used to hear very often are: Kutta, Kamina, Nalaayk...there might have been few more implicitly said explicit names as well, which are out of the scope of this blog.

I mer her at a place where you are least likely to find a beautiful-studious-snob -at the last bench of a class room. I mean that's not a rule, but i've observed that the beautiful or padhaku girls tend to always sit on the first rows of class, and those who have beauty with brains tend to sit right on the head of the teacher. But she is a testimony to those exceptions. We all feel so happy to have friends who can turn monochromatic dreams into technicolor realities. Who care so much for you, with whom you don't need a bond to be attached to. But there's a dark side to this story. If i could give words to it, it would be:-

O' my friend it's hard to say good bye
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
still I can't see you anywhere
We had joy we had fun

we had Seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed

were just seasons out of time...

With the end of every chapter in a book you get to learn something, you either feel pleasure or pain about the happenings in the story. But here, in the book called 'Life', every chapter begins with joy and ends with sorrow. Everything starts with life and ends with death. Sadly but true, it was just one of them. We still try to deny the loss, perhaps because we guys and gals are simply incapable of understanding and accepting certain things.

It's ma b'day!!

2009-04-02T03:51:00.003+05:30

Had a real special wala b'day this year, in the most unspecial way, almost like yuck. The 12 o'clock started with a holi program, with no cakes but, talcum powder, shampoo, moisturiser( did i spell it right?), cold creams, vaseline, and not to forget the waxpol wooden polish. Is there a better way to start your b'day? I mean, what a crazy-a##oholic idea it was.

This b'day was an excellent examples to even-some-of-the-best-of-your-friends-need-orkut-reminders-to-remind-them-of-ur-bday; still a lot of them proved their parents bought original Dabur shankhpushpi. The first person to call, called up an hour before anyone would even try to call. Thanky ou so much, Mavo. One of the best things of the day was, my office's notice board, having "Happy b'day Swaroop" in size-50, Chanchal-mam's-handwriting font. One thing I really missed today was a cake. Anyways the cow who roams near my home, knew that it's my b'day; by the time I was going to the office, she had a fresh dung Cake right in the middle of the road ready for me to step on.

Jokes apart, the happy-ness doesn't needs to be scribbled on a cake, or to be counted by the number of candles you blew off, neither by the size of the greeting card, nor the number & worth of gifts you got. The happy-ness of your b'day is the love, care, and pain your friends, siblings, colleagues, and roomies take, the seconds they lay awake with their eyes on the clock to make sure you get your wish as soon as you wanted it to be, the dilemma and trauma they go through to select a greeting card or gift for you and finally by the number of b'day bumps you get. I really enjoyed every moment of the day, 12 to 12. It is one of those days of your life, you feel like the world is not such a bad to spend another year. Some of your friends do make you wish, how good it would be if these b'days after b'days brought childhood, instead of maturity. It was really one of the best days, that life and my friends gifted me with, but I hope the best one is yet to come; you see, I am so voracious.

Thank you every body for everything you all did to make this day, a memorable one for me. Thanks a lot.

forget it.

2009-03-28T12:48:00.010+05:30

Being a nocturnal animal, I celebrate my new year according to the lunar calendar, so first of all wishing you all a very happy new year and hope a non-bankruptous fiscal year ahead.

After writing a lot of drafts, finally I am publishing a post after 32 weeks, 6 days, 11 hours and 47 minutes. Yes I am back, not with a 'bang', but with a 'doom', both make their surroundings know of their arrival; the only difference being the sense of pain caused by the latter one. Let's not get into the list of mis-chievements accompolished by me in the past few months, it's as boring as attending a presentation by Satyam Computers planning to expand their business.

I wish life could have 'Ctrl+Z' button, there's a lot of undo required in my script of life, but sadly, neither I have the 'Ctrl' nor it's the 'z' for me, I am still trying 'Ctrl+S' to my life. I have realized, it's always a good idea to leave the footprints, but you should never care for the time it would remain there, and the most important is to always keep walking, and thus I will.

lost something !!!

2008-08-09T01:47:00.001+05:30

"its only words and words are all i had......"

good times..!!

2008-07-26T13:54:00.008+05:30

Busy trying to add java,servlets,scripts,eclipse,jdbc...etc. to my lexicon, never thought that this training will return some of the best memorable days of my life along with, bit of java skills. Just when we have entered in the last quarter of our grads and thought we are no more kids but final year students, soon we realized how incorrect we were. We still love to bunk classes that to of our training, we still never give up a chance to dance in the rain, we still love eating the paani puri from others plate more than ours , we still don't refrain from pulling each others leg on any account, and we still have a crush on every third girl we see....went to one of the most beautiful places on earth i've ever seen ,'Mandav' ...counting the last bits of masti before the college life comes to an end and this JAVA has turned out to be the "marJAVA mitJAVA marJAVA...." party for us...thanx CMC, if not for the training then definitely for all the good times it gave us indirectly.

still "officially" unemployed, one of my co-trainee, better my friend said "god has something better in store for me...", touch wood !! aapke store room me pura maggi aur cadbury ka stock gir pade, I hope her words come true and I am glad being here , having these people as -more of a friends than just my- team-mates.

The CAT countdown has begun and am still crawling with my preparations , life has really become soo hectic .... coaching, project deadlines, java, ims, cmc.....hhuhh!!

A dream job.

2008-06-07T15:55:00.009+05:30

I read some where that "Future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams". so here I am unleashing the powerhouse of my other dreams, it may be beautiful or not but I wish the future to be mine and that too with my dreams no more as just dreams.

My parents want me to work for a public sector company as they have been a part of it and are impressed with the kind of secure and relaxed life these companies provide. I understand their concern to watch their son come home by five and spend the rest of the evening fighting for the remote with his wife over Ekta-kapoor's Mega-ultra-hyper-melodramatic-epics and the lovely cartoon network(my fav). I dont want my sweetheart to sit with a face like jagjit singh in linkin park's concert when Mrs pandey and Mrs Jha start their outburst over the latest kamolika's conspiracy in which she has mixed hair removing cream in the shampoo of Ba, so let my shweety tweety add to the bicker about the issue of how to grow hair on bald head of Ba.

I wish to have a job where I will end up having something more than just an I-Card, at the first place I don't want to work for a company,an organization or a corporate house even if they pay me enough to buy the entire balaji telefilms and revamp it to produce cartoon movies.(Serious warning : never try this,if you don't want yourself to land in the midst of rampage by Rashtriya mahila mukti aayog).

I dream of a job, where I am the most powerful person in the company - of course after the bandook wale chacha ji who sits near the gate - where I don't 've to ask for permission before leaving the office early, In short a job where I am the person who is the founder of it, I know at times it sounds ridiculous but 98.912% of literate population of India share this common dream, even half 0f those have already started with paan ka thela and are in talks with Morgan Stanley to further expand their ventures. Even I've few ideas better than the one of producing a new range of Genda chhap phenyl for supplying to those sulabh sauchalay which can't be cleaned even if we flush Aman Verma and his entire harpic factory into it (btw can you guess why aman verma appeared with the toooooo-close close ups of his favourite site just when you were having your lunch or dinner; so that you get ready and aware enough to face the consequences of your current deed).

I am not the one extremely athirst for money, I neither want a bank balance so large to take Mallika sherawat on a date to mars, nor a gigantic mansion big enough to land a Boeing-777 on its terrace, nor a car which is too long to drive through Indian streets and finally one day I've to donate it to the railway coach factory. I need money, just enough to buy a pair of new socks when the old one starts to stink badly, money just enough that no wish of my parents is left as a wish, money that can repair the black hole in my balance sheet drilled by my shweeto's shopping bills, and money enough that I don't have to say no to my sobbing chunnu-munnu for that remote controlled strip-tease barbie doll. In short the no. of zeroes after a non zero no. which can't be erased by any bankruptcy of life.

first drizzles !!

2008-06-05T03:03:00.004+05:30

the best thing about the first shower of the season is the fragnance of wet soil, which is so fresh and absolutely matchless.

in the news !!

2008-04-10T23:19:00.005+05:30

I knew that I was goin to appear on today's newspaper before I actually saw my face on it..I jumped out of sheer joy on watching myself in Dainik Bhaskar, today morning. Its a extatic feeling to be printed and getting circulated in the entire city at the same time ridiculous too if you find people eating poha, jalebi on your pic the very next morning at a nearby breakfast corner, I felt like killing that bloody @$$#^%!

Those of you who think my name i.e. sumit is not mentioned here and start flooding you-liar we-hate-you kind of comments , then let me tell you that sumit is my pet name and my actual name is "swaroop" which is mentioned in the article.

btw...Can anybody guess which of them is me? The person answering this correctly will get a free trip to honolulu for 4 nights and 1 day.

four till now...

2008-03-06T09:44:00.006+05:30

The only thing i've learnt from the 4 campus drives I went through till now, always take a pair of extra socks with you if you don't want your socks to smell as if a pig farted in your shoes, suffering from constipation since he ate rotten eggs with garlic and onion last week. Waiting for the entire day process till late night and being left only with such a pair of socks diffuses a higher level of disappointment. Being rejected in the last phase or in the easier round feels like loosing the Olympic gold medal by a nanosecond. Anyways all these recent happenings have added to my endurance and my belief that its not your knowledge neither good communication skills and nor the God who can make it. But its a complex hormonal and neural signals in the head of the interviewer which is difficult to decipher and nearly impossible when you are seated on an itchy neelkamal chair with a person who is as lofty as a drunk after reading ' Business at the speed of thought'. I suppose with all this I am not sounding as, 'I am the most eligible Employable person in town', but this is my personal opinion about the campus placements.

Some of my friends implicated a bucket full of flaws in me for my rejections at various level , but I think this is one of the happenings under the sun that don't have a reason. At the end of the day if you got selected, it was your day and if u didn't, wait for yours, thats it. Its beyond the limits of human kind to comprehend a counterpart in just a fraction of hour. Just ask any interviewer will he be able to decide his life partner, if he is obliged to decide it in just a single one hour meeting, if he say 'yes' he is the biggest liar and the best HR you will ever get to meet. The people who answer NO , are the ones who are most loyal to their life but not to their job, and they can't be. Thus never blame your failures to yourself, your abilities, the books and notes that you didn't revised last night and nor the God. Its the belongingness of the day to you.

PS: The moment you feel that he is going to reject you , just open your shoes and poke your socks to his nose...i am sure he is gonna select you for the sake of his life.

weak values.....

2008-02-02T13:44:00.004+05:30

Lost the chance of getting in INFOSYS " my dream company", was out in the written test itself and with this the life of an incubated wish has come to an end. The day on which I got rejected by satyam computers due to there own failure of a proper interviewing policy, I promised to myself "I'll starve and die but never even enter its premises" and today when I've been rejected in infosys, I pledge "I won't retire of my work until I enter its premises". although its one of the biggest setback of my career but I 'll divert the impulse of this disappointment to appointment letter of infosys someday, and now I wish this someday comes soon.

The failure in infosys written test is not entirely my failure but somewhere down the line the failure of the ethics and values the company beams about. I don't think my english and logic to be worse than those who passed the test just because they(students of host college) could get the answers of the questions in the exam room on their cell phones. The unfair means adopted by the host college lead to an extremely higher cut-off marks. I very well understand that everybody who got cleared din't get those sms, but they were the few who are either born genius capable of coping up every malice practice against them or those who had their best stars and planets leading their way, but I m not that intelligent nor I am blessed with such a good fortune. The only thing I prepared for the infosys test was under normal circumstances having a fair and balanced deal, I've never been a follower of the book "101 ways to cheat and pass", neither I wish to buy it. With the whole process at its end , all I've in my eyes is tears and a hope that the next time when I meet infosys it comes by its tag line "powered by intellect and driven by values", especially the 'values'.

disappointed but still i'll fight !!

2008-01-22T21:43:00.004+05:30

Got rejected in the interview of satyam computers after clearing the written...the technical interview lasted 2 min in which I answered all the questions asked, after this i was sent to HR which was of 28 sec....(I guess they were having some kind of a hurry, may be constipation problem...god knows)... this short span of HR speculated a thought of being rejected in my mind,but even moth hopes to gulp flames someday, so waited entire day for the results just not to find my name in the results...disappointed, but satyam is not my life n neither was the last opportunity for me , i am very thankful to satyam computers for one reason, i have never been a sports freak but for the first time in my life i experienced, how does it feels to lose the final match, even if you played the best game of your life. you joke, you smile, you laugh but deep down your soul is trying to recollect all the pieces of shattered dreams to carve a masterpiece, to which it fails by the impulse of reality. Anyways I know, i will make it and at a better place and ,this is not a belief, nor a hope , nor a dream , nor a prediction, but this is my determination.

These are the most motivating lines I've ever read. whenever i feel defeated I follow these beautiful prose.

Asaflta ek chunauti hai, ise sweekar karo,
kya kami reh gayi, dekho aur sudhar karo.

Jab tak na safal ho, neend chain ko tyago tum,
Sangharsh ka maidan chhodkar mat bhago tum.
Kuch kiye bina hi jai jaikar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.

Taare zameen pe!!

2007-12-31T17:15:00.000+05:30

I wish all these 'stars' could be uplifted from the grimy surfaces they have fallen on.....

saw the latest aamir khan's "Taare Zameen Par". I am quite sure that even the arid tear glands will get dampen on watching this..... the celluloid flicks with the scene of a poor child wiping off the table nearly clotted every drop of blood in my veins.

As the year is about to end we can enlist an endless series of achievements India has brought home this year , the magazines and newspapers flaunting about the sensex breaking its own record the very next day itself, growth rate beyond 9%, Rupee flexing its muscles against dollar, Indian cricket team winning world cup, the multi billion dollar acquisitions corporate India made this year ...............but at the end of the year we still have not been able to acquire over child labor, we couldn't merge the gentle hands of these kids with pen, we couldn't break the heart breaking poor conditions of these children. A big construction giant proudly announced about the largest ever IPO in the history of India it made. I wish we could even have an IPO for the most important infrastructure, which is collapsing, at the behest of our very own society. With the assassination of innocent-childhood still carried on, I don't think the year that past was any happier or the next year ought to be prosperous.

Exams over..!!

2007-12-23T23:27:00.000+05:30

The exams are over now and am feeling like a new born baby who has nothing to do than sleep or look for those tasty gray coloured pebbles around to swallow, the mind feels like kelvinator the coolest one!!! But this bloody time is the biggest daemon, it never withstands your happiness and kicks you when you are about to taste that very favourite rare kind of gray stone you excavated out of the road just now...wish I could find one which could be clung into the watch of time, and have my piece of break.

as our fifth sem gets over, me and my batch-mates are about to appear the only exams that students always wish to appear...the campus selections. yes the bugle has been blown and the first company is set to visit by 20th of Jan..that's right under the nose. so its not gonna be any relax kind of vac after sems....the time is on its ever fastest roll and still I haven't started with the preparations except scripting my CV and arranging the marks sheets in the folder. I wish that I don't have to carry it many a times to the college...wish me luck guys...need it badly !!

The BIG P !!

2007-12-18T00:12:00.002+05:30

I was going through archives of my chats and mails in my accounts, which shot me to those lovely reminiscence....most of the mails were from the one and only intelligent dumbo on Earth...although I am very dreadful to write this post but somehow gathered enough courage to go with this brave act...the moment she reads all this I am as dead as a chick in tandoori chicken !!

At times if I sound philosophical or weird and you feel that....'this guy is sounding like Navjot siddhu in his pink tie and shorts , who has just realized that freedom of speech is our constitutional right and is using it to its worst '. Then better leave...Its not for you , but for the someone who is the subject of this post, someone who is very fond of spicy noodles, John Abraham, purple colour and tragic songs, someone who has more testimonials on her orkut than scraps, the someone who is a living wikipedia on C/C++ with short height, spects, and a cute giggling sound that can leave you dead...mhh mhh mhh (it more of sounds like hiccups at fast pace ) !!! she is or perhaps has been my best friend, I decided to dedicate few kilobytes of my blog to her and my friendship with her, so let me introduce you to the protagonist of this post...."The BIG P"...as she likes her to be called with....but I call her "GADHI".

This was my first venture in friendship...I don't even remember since when did she become my friend, I guess even much before I learnt to spell 'friend'. In one phrase she is the definition for 'friendship' to me. The story begins when we were in pre school classes sitting on same bench appearing for a class test, my dearest friend started to write with the worst fonts possible by hands , as she first wrote 'P' on the top of her answer sheet, I simply copied the same on my sheet, soon she wrote 'A' so did I, then 'L', 'L', 'A', 'V', I' followed, me too copied the entire set of characters in extra large fonts that we used in the darkest shades of gray possible by pencil, It was not very late that I realised its her name...."oh shit....that means my name gotta be there", I was intelligent enough to erase it and write my name instead, there after I followed her scribbling for the rest of the test :) !! I know you all would appreciate my height of intelligence and presence of mind but that was all I had in those days, anyways that was the time of pre schools...and by now I believe my brain muscles have developed a lot more than her's....isn't it pallavi !!

I remember her mom used to come with her blank copies to my home to get her incomplete work done but all she could get was another blank copy...."pal ishme meli koi galti nahi thi, muje toh naa yeh gadhi likhne hee ni detee ti aul naa khud liktee ti....". is ladki ne meri aisi aadat bigaadi ki aaj tak koi copy complete nahi rakh pata...no matter how hard I try....then there was a time when our class sections got changed and don't know for what the hell reason we became aliens to each other...I guess the ego or the fear of becoming the subject of those teen years gossip chit chats among class mates kept us like strangers for about 9 yrs, In midst of this long gap I tried to speak to her on many occasions but every time I failed. Finally one day in class 11, I broke the silence by asking for her assignment copy to complete mine....n this time she had an up to date assignments...the only common thing was her handwriting that was the same as in kindergarten like a chhipkali with ink dipped feet allowed to run through all the pages, who would like to copy the notes from a notebook written in chinese but for the sake of a last call to my lost friendship I tried it...finally I was glad to find that nothing had changed neither she nor our friendship...after this was the time when I got to realize that "yaaron dosti badi hi haseen hai, Yeh na ho to kya fir, bolo yeh zindagi hai, Koi to ho raazdaar, begaraz tera ho yaar....".

we are still very good friends but somewhere deep down the bonds have become weaker...from my end I guess I've lost my dumbo again but she denies it...I believe that friendship is like the relation between hand and eyes, when the hand gets hurt the eyes cry and when eyes cry the hand wipes, our friendship has been a fluctuation between and sometimes beyond crests & troughs of altercations and harmony...many a times I feel as if the eyes are crying but there are no hands to wipe....miss you dear...wish I could return to the same KG classes where there was no tension of assignments, no tiffs, no egos, no worries of class tests(at least for me) and sit beside my intelligent dumbo !!!

is this engineering !!

2007-12-11T05:15:00.000+05:30

its 5'o clock morning....was studying control system my next paper now its on day after today so what would an engineer do after reading a book on some crap subject known as control engineering after which he has lost the control on himself...yes he will abuse the people responsible for his predicament on his blog. First of all can anybody justify me what the f..k an electronics n comm. engg. student has to do by knowing "why can't we use petrol in diesel engines?"... are me bolta hoon tu toh ghaaslate daal de isme mere sasur ka kya jaa raha hai. I am really gonna kick that uncle who thinks us as idiots who will go to a fuel pump asking to fill their bike with diesel. Even the girls who give right indicator and turn to left know that scooty pep runs on petrol. (disclaimer: this is not a generalised concensus, so plz girls don't take it as an offence to the intelligence of womenhood and start a nari aandolan against me). I think it could have been more precise to its respective streams...like there is no need for a sanitation engineer to know how the hell a bulb glows in the toilet, let him be acquainted with flush and commodes.

The best part of doing BE(don't knnow abt other courses) is that you learn to be awakened for the entire night reading something as worse as a book by Michael Jackson on Caring Children. I have been suffering from night-insomnia since I joined the college, but in all its a fun to be a part of BE.

IIM-I ...strings of inspiration

2007-12-03T02:13:00.000+05:30

still mesmerised...just came from a concert by pakistani band Strings at IIM-Indore, n let me admit that they are a charm to hear...they created an absolute consonance with the splendid aura of IIM....the best of the moments was when their lead guitarist struck the cords of his bass guitar in the midst of "dhaani" to produce "sare jahan se achha, hindustan humara...." in a rock style...that was fabulous.

There was something that rocked even harder than strings...."Bhartiya Prabandhan Sansthaan, Indore" as it was written at the entrance. The place was like a powerhouse generating a million volt surge actuating a fascination towards itself. I wish this urge continues till the moment I really make it to one of them. I guess this trip would act as a catalyst in my CAT preparations.....n finally one day I would be able to enter in an IIM not with a concert pass but with my own IC...(touch wood).

"Five people you meet in heaven"..is there a better book than this ?

2007-11-27T22:57:00.000+05:30

can somebody beat this record...sleeping till 4:30 pm right from the morning....had my breakfast today at 5:00 pm...wow !!!..Guinness guys take a note of this. I guess you must be wondering what was I doin for the whole night then....as engineers say during the exam days "kuch nahi yaar bas padh raha tha" even if they were reading the labels on vodka bottles and statuary warning on cigarette packs.....anyways there was a blunder more than this...just for the sake of bit relaxation from all those routers, repeaters, and switches beeping in my intestine...I started with the opening paragraphs of a book called "Five people you meet in heaven" by Mitch Albom n the rest was assasination of my precious (coz of exams) 7 hrs...I couldn't lay my hands off that book till I finished with reading the acknowledgements on the last page.

Let me tell you that this book is awesome, full of beathtaking moments , infact I would recommend you to sit with an oxygen cylinder at hand and also a towel if you have a emotional quotient even as poor as my semester grades. I must say this one is the best book I ve ever come accross till date apart from those books of common interest among boys in my high school...anyways I would say this one as a must read for everyone. I have become an Air Conditioner of Mitch Albom after reading it.

I even saw the movie based on this book but I enjoyed the book more than the movie. I am desperate to read his another book " Tuesdays with morrie", ve heard a lot abt it and hope it comes up to the mark.

bombay rockers!!

2007-11-23T01:42:00.000+05:30

went today to a live performance by bombay rockers....generally i dislike goin to such shows but on my frns request and free passes I agreed for it....after coming home am feeling as if I've just survived a bomb blast...i can still feel a high pitch whistling sound echoing in my auditory canal. Except a couple of numbers the entire show was like listening to a pair of guys kicked from the top of eiffel tower with their entire orchestra falling and yelling for help....the only thing good about the show were the beautiful and extra beautiful girls who came to watch them....i guess they were the real rockers :) !!

gotta study now...have exams from 30th this month...need to score better than my last exams....this one is the last exams before our campus placement starts so cant take any chances this time.

Om Shanti Om.....

2007-11-22T03:04:00.001+05:30

Twice by now...first time i went to see om shanti om for Deepika Padukone and second time to see Deepika padukone again....i even had an option of watching saanwariya but i got to know that the projectionists association have called for a strike demanding saanwariya to be ripped off the screens otherwise they have threatened to file a petition calling it as an emotional harassment amounting to mental breakdown. One of my friends who went to see saanwariya said that he had to leave the movie in between coz his virginity was at risk as he was the only man sitting in the hall, the rest all were gals and gays getting excited on watching the first ever towel dance on celluloid by a hero..the last I remember was kajol dancing in the classic DDLJ singing "mere khwabo me jo aaye....". I guess this one is the lowest budget movie by SLB. It was clear from the dark ambience throughout the movie that he dint' even had to pay the electricity bills. anyways plz dont drop ur plans if you were going to watch this movie after reading my blog...mai nahi chahta ki mere wajah se kisi ka (SLB) koi nuksaan ho.

lets get to something that I have been as interested as having neem ke paraathe with kerele ki chutni and machhi ka achaar sitting on a hotplate trying to digest it. you all are right who guessed that I am talking about EXAMS n STUDIES. yes its exam which is approaching as fast as a hungry bear to a non-veg restaurant....its just a week away from now, and neither I've prepared the chits nor washed my socks in which i'll carry them....u c lot of things to do... enough of writing this crap....its 3'o clock dont know what to call it morning or night sab so chuke hain ab main bhi jaata hoon nahi toh meri landlordlady kahin raat ko uth gayi toh kya sochegi "hai re daiyya...itni raat ko ae ladka campootar pe pata ni ke dekh riya hae...". n haa all of you plzz wish me good luck !! i desperately need it to escape from the checking squad :) .

the bihar trip...

2007-11-12T17:56:00.000+05:30

This post is coming after sooooooooooooooooo looooooooooooooong gap...is'nt it.but kya kare thoda busy tha yaar....aur vase bhi mere post ko padhta hi kaun hai..accept me n the google search engine to add it in their index....so what have i been doin so long except refreshing orkut home page for hours to find the new scrap coming and watching next door girls talking for hours on their cellphones( i can guess from their long smiles that they must be suggesting close-up toothpaste to their boyfriends so that they have a fresh breath wen they meet her next time )....apart from all these constructive jobs, to mention i won second prize (Rs 7000.) in a national level paper presentation contest.....clap..clap!!! thnaku...thnaku so much.

I had an incredible India's bihar trip this dusshera vacations and on coming back i would recommend you all to keep away from it....untill bihar is the last place on earth left after a nuclear holocoust or unless shilpa shetty personally requests you to accompany her for a date at chhapra. The day you even see bihar in your morning dream, you should go n jump in the nearest water bottle you find...the roads in this state appears as if it has been struck by a 99.99 richter scale earthquake followed by a tsunami and finally the pakistani air force attack, in which they have dropped all the bombs ever made in pakistan on the roads of bihar...i guess its the best place you would find on earth for a disaster management course.The only difference being is that the disaster isn't natural but political as well as far more devastating...any ways I think the credit goes to may be the huge credit card bills of Mrs.Rabri's cosmetic range from L'Oréal and sarees from Versace.

Jokes apart the sadest part of Bihar is not only the pathetic roads, niether the poor health services, nor the transformers and cables waiting for electricity...its the slaughter of innocent childhood at the hands of poor administration, poverty and lack of education....moreover its the death of the hope on which we believe that may be things will improve some day. People don't understand that how could things get better if the juvenile shoulders have to carry stack of hay instead of school bags. Even Angulimaal would drench out of compassion on watching the tender hands of kids with painful bruises. I wish if i could do somthing...and i promise i will if destiny permits me in times to come.

Thoda serious ho gaya tha na...kya karu aisa hi hoon main...khair lets return back from bihar and hope that somday Melinda Gates reads my blog and opens a MACRO chain of schools with WINDOWS.

since this post comes just after diwali so how cud i forget diwali...I went to celebrate my diwali with my mom n dad at vindhyanagar...but to say it was n't so good this time not only because all the murga chhap crackers turned out to be fake some of the rockets could'nt even fly out of the bottle and secondly i was missing my extra large friend circle...for me diwali is not more than a get together of old school buddys n fighting for every silly reason one can think of...how dare you asked for pencil from kunju in class II, she was mine you @#&^^!!

happy diwali !!

m back...

2007-09-16T02:34:00.000+05:30

I still remember that i failed in class 5th maths paper and felt same as Australian team would be feeling after loosing the match to Zimbabwe,my parents scolded me a lot just to see me fail again in 6th class, but still they were quite sure(if not they should have been) that I'll wake up someday,i kept their hopes and even passed with good marks at times, as i got to realize that there are far more painful bruises than wounded knees.

The problem with the parents is that they expect more than their kids caliber. they push them hard in a belief that someday he will wake up with a formula to grow hair on bald heads or one day their kid will sit and derive a new formula e=1/mc² + ƐƱʩ and thus proving that " Einstein was an airhead n my kid is a genius". I ve too got entangled with such a parents they are my landlords and i guess the kid is their son, I take his tutions in lieu of a small fee...but they are worried as if their money is being invested in lalu-yadav's mutual funds. although he passed with 9th rank in the class to mention meri chhatra chhaya me, ab woh bolte hain ki aap humaare bete ko time nahi de rahe ho, unhe kaise bataye ki hum engineers log kitne busy hote hai orkutting, chatting, blogging, flirting, partying, movies etc aur fir time mil jaye toh kai baar class bhi attend karte hain...ab woh humara dard kya samjhe. still i ve assured them that their son is not gonna fail jab tak woh mere gurukool ka shishya hai....by now i've also promised the kid for a book "ladkiya pataane ke 101 tarike" if he passes the exams with good grades...I guess it will work as a driving force.... ab aap hee bataao is se achha teacher itni kam keemat me toh kahin nahi milega bas China ko chhod kar.

2007-09-02T03:15:00.000+05:30

the inspiration behind this one is the agony and pain caused in solving the physics numericals and question...but at the end i guess its simply awesome....isn't it !!

Everything is possible.

2007-04-10T13:57:00.000+05:30

It happens quite less that you wish for something and it gets true......for me it has been so many times till now..... i wished for a laptop someday..dint know the day would come so soon !!! My mom n dad gifted me an hp notebook this b'day...THANKYOU MOM N DAD.....U R THE BEST...LUV U...

i know u'll say...bahut chhota post likha hai...par kya karoon kuch mil hi nahi raha likhne ko..mujhe Bermuda se bahut ummid thi ki bangladesh ko harayegi aur doob chuki Indian team ko tinke ka sahara mil jayega ....toh unki tareef me kuch likhunga, par yeh bhi nahi hua....so wait till i get collect some stupid piece of crap to write about....till then bbye.

zindagi se ek saal aur kam...

2007-04-02T23:14:00.000+05:30

Its 2nd of april and today is my birthday, i know u'll say "...ek den se bach gaya.." even i accept ki bach gaya but not from the effect of fools day, thoda asar toh hai hee. The saying "memory fades as time flies" comes out to be very true in case of my friends, i guess they must be busy with there honeybees....newez quite many of them still remember my birthday...thanks to remainders on orkut and their cellphone.

something was different this b'day. Firstly i dint get a call nor even a msg from some people who never used to forget my b'day. secondly my best friend broke the record of wishing me first, a part of excitement and joy that used to engulf my mind was missing this time. still few things were memorable.....as i woke up of my nap with sleepy eyes in the evening I saw a cake in front of me with lighted candles (courtesy: Anshuman vidyarthi) ...n rest all u kno the same pratha of puffing the candles and cutting the cake...it sounds like a hallucination...but this time it was real... so thanks a lot my friend, for the sweet surprise. Just as i was writing this post, one of my very good friend called me up at 11:45 PM and was confused that my b'day is on 2nd or on 3rd of April , so that was another piece of surprise after the cake, thank you princess for this one. I'll surely consider to give you a treat on the 1st of April next year at Taj, be sure to reach on time. anyways I would like to thank all my friends who wished me and also to all those who kept a reminder but failed to call...shayad balance nahi hoga.

onething that is making me feel exuberant is, my mom n dad have promised me a notebook this b'day...so my next post will be via my new notebook...

hooo haaa India ....haar gaya India!!!!

2007-03-24T03:25:00.000+05:30

"Pathetic" the only word that comes in my mind with todays performance.Finally the Indian team is out of the world cup' 07. The entire country was yelling "hooo haaaa..." at last the team India answered "tere mooh me choooha....". They have proved again that they are good for nothing except shouting slogans for cola companies. The entire dictionary falls short of words when it comes to douse the the fire of anger against the performance by Indian team today. Apart from shattering the billion hopes the cricket team has flushed off millions of $ at stake with them by their sponsors , and other companies. By the end of the match every Indian was praying for miracle to happen. I wish I could call krrish or shaktiman to help the team India , but both of them were busy with their latest comic. none of the astrological predictions, havans, offering at temples, could earn with even a ray of hope of winning.

We all can write a comprehensive detailed analysis of the match, by now aajtak and other news channels must have prepared the hit list for tomorrows prime time shows.The important question is "who is responsible for the loss?" The answer is we the foolish fans. The basic fact is we have blown up cricket and cricketers totally out of proportion.Have you ever wondered why the loss in tennis, hockey,Olympics etc doesn't matter to us, just because we consider them as mere games but cricket has become a religion, faith, hope, belief for our countrymen.The loss of faith really creates a deep sense of pain. The time now is to draw the cricket back to the position of a game.

By tomorrow thousands of articles , blogs , protests, questions , allegations etc will be launched, but do we learn any thing from these? the answer is a big NO, the same Indian guy after torching the effigy of cricketers tomorrow will be seen back in the que to buy the tickets of the next multiangular series.The basic problem with humans is that we have a very volatile memory. May it be a Victory or loss we don't remember it for long.

was it a mistake.

2007-03-19T02:33:00.000+05:30

Finally after so many days i'm back here again to write this crap. After discussing about the shots of sehwag & shorts of sania mirza , now its the campus placements which has become talk of the day among my friends as the companies are flooding to the colleges.These all happenings has cause me to think about my fate. Many of my friends have already got placements and rest in a que. This makes me feel secured & worried both at the same time, I guess u must have got the reason. secured because if tiwari ji can, so why not me!! n worried because many are not upto it, so will I be able to?? I m doin BE in electronics & comm. second year, from one of the most prestigious institutes of India, whose name cannot be taken on this blog as I already told you it is very very prestigious. Most of the people consider elex n comm. as the best branch in todays scenario and very versatile, they say you will definitely have a job by the end of your degree (bhagwan kare unke mooh me maggi). baat bhi sahi hai agar apne desh ke pyare laila-majhnu isi barbarta se nabbe pratishat ie 90% bandwidth ko busy rakhen, toh electronics & communication walon ka bhavishya bilkul ujjwal hai. Have you ever noticed the ads of the network providers, they always emphasize on a young couple (do not mistake them as brother and sister) giggling with a smile of about a mile in length and saying "aisi azaadi....jo aapki zindagi badal de".I always wonder what the matter they have to talk about for so long!!!

Let me tell you the most tragic story for IIT, how it lost the opportunity of having the most intelligent guy to be with them. I took a drop of one year preparing for IIT entrance exam.I consider, IITJEE is not an exam for selection but is an exam for rejection, and I never fail thus I got rejected. khair jab unki kismat hi kharab hai toh hum kya kar sakte hai. any ways I got admission to as above mentioned, a very prestigious institute of India.Due to my drop my friends are one year senior to me and sitting for placements and I have to wait for another year to pass. My papa always reminds me of my blunder of taking a drop. I believe that, always look where you are marching towards, just leave the footprints and potholes behind. I feel destiny always has something better in store for everyone, it makes you wait for the right time to come, the point is that you have to get the baton and run as fast as you can to win the race.

so let the placement fever catch up.I wish and hope that all my friends get placed,n meeee tooooo....(touch wood).

"koi diwana kehta hai..."

2007-01-29T16:08:00.000+05:30

"koi deewana kehta hai, koi pagal samajhta hai
magar dharti ki bechaini ko, bas baadal samajhta hai
main tujhse dur kaisa hoon, tu mujhse door kaisi hai
yeh tera dil samajhta hai, ya mera dil samajhta hai

mohabbat ek ehsaaso ki, paawan si kahani hai
kabhi kabira deewana tha, kabhi meera deewani hai
yahan sab log kehte hai, meri aankhon me aasoon hain
jo tu samjhe to moti hai, jo na samjhe toh paani hai

samundar peer ka andar hai, lekin ro nahi sakta
yeh aansu pyar ka moti hai, isko kho nahi sakta
meri chahat ko dulhan tu bana lena magar sun le
jo mera ho nahi paya, wo tera ho nahi sakta

bhramar koi kumudni par machal baitha toh hungama
humaare dil me koi khwaab pal baitha toh hungama
abhi tak doob kar sunte the sab kissa mohabbat ka
mai kisse ko haquiqat me badal baitha toh hungama"

~ Dr Kumar Viswas (At Moksha'04, NSIT)

my frns got crazy on listening this...so i decided to confront these beautiful line to more people..

all the stanza are very interesting and fabulous if u try to reach its true meanings.if one is good at hindi then he'll have no problem but for all those who are bit weak at it like few of my frns who had problem in getting few difficult words in this,here is the quick reference .
the word "peer" means dard or pain
"bhramar" means bhanvra or bee
"Kumudni" means phool or flower

i searched his more piece of works and got these links to some videos just go through....u'll love it the way he has recited it.
Koi diwana kehta hai..
this one is also vry good " pagli ladki "
pagli ladki...
main uska hoon..

Is it Love?

2007-01-29T13:16:00.001+05:30

If you are wasting petals of roses to check out "it is love...it is not"...then give this one a try ..u'll surely get the answer!! I don't remember from where exactly i got this , may be in forwarded mail or any site, but its really interesting and sounds very true.
What is love? When we claim that it's love that we have for someone, are we correct? Something to ponder upon.....

Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught within your chest?
It isn't love, it's like.

You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?
It isn't love, it's lust.

Are you proud, and eager to show them off?
It isn't love, it's luck.

Do you want them because you know they're there?
It isn't love, it's loneliness.

Are you there because it's what everyone wants?
It isn't love, it's loyalty.

Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?
It isn't love, it's low confidence.

Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt them?
It isn't love, it's pity.

Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?
It isn't love, it's infatuation.

Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
It isn't love, it's friendship

Do you tell them every day they are the only one you think of?
It isn't love, it's a lie.

Are you willing to give all of your favourite things for their sake?
It isn't love, it's charity.

Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?
Then it's love.

Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?
Then it's love.

Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?
Then it's love.

Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there?
Then it's love.

Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?
Then it's love.

Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?
Then it's love.

Would you allow them to leave you , not because they want to but because they have to?
Then its love.

Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?
Then it's love.

Now, if love is painful, and tortures us so, why do we love?

Why is it all we search for in life?

This pain, this agony?

Why is it all we long for?

This torture, this powerful death of self? Why?

The answer is so simple cause it's...LOVE. It is such an addiction that even people who are not having it wish to experience and share it with others....

My debut blog....an intro.

2007-01-14T00:43:00.000+05:30

well this one is my first blog , so let me guess where to start from...hhhmmmmmmm
Ok so let me have an intro to this fabulous world of blogging.

I am a guy who loves his computer more than his girlfriend, may be thats why i am not her boyfriend. I can restrain my itching nose from relieving it for hours but life without PC and internet....hard to imagine even, my next interest is common among boys can't say about girls and if this is not true for any guy then I seriously suggest him to consult a good Doctor at the same time if it is true for a girl then hey its not allowed in India atleast, yes u guessed rightly after all , girls are beautiful and life is quite...quite worthless without them.
My next love is food...my fav is anything that my mom cooks and i know that she will definitely go for Paneer or chhole or rajma when it comes to my fav. By now she has done a Ph.d on these three stuff no one can beat her at chhole atleast , an open challenge to Rakesh Sethi.one more thing which is not from my moms recipe book but is one of the tastiest matter existing on this earth that is the delicious MAGGI NOODLES. hey if any one from Nestle Food Ltd reads this then plz plz plz..... hire me i'll work for u at any post without a penny, just promise me Maggi in breakfast, then Maggi in lunch and Maggi for dinner thats it. In liquid states of matter i love to have strong hot Coffee and chilled Frooti...BURRRPP...That all from the dining table...lets move on to somthing else.

Stars, cricket, movie, etc Naaaa...it sounds insane to me being a fan or getting crazy about someone who gets paid for shaking their belly and buttocks on celluloid or some people who earn crores for running behind a Rs 200 silly ball.Any ways my words are not to hurt the sentiments of any fan or admirer of anyone but I feel very strongly that , in all this we have forgotten our actual heroes, i mean just move out and ask someone about the latest movie of Mallika Sherawat , he will also let you know the ones that she even haven't signed for, and ask him "who was Mahatma Gandhi?" and chances are that he might say "father of Rajiv Gandhi & Indira Gandhi". Even the larger part of our so educated generation won't be knowing the correct dates of Children's day and Teacher's day but never fail to celebrate Valentine's day.....oooooooops just got carried away...ok lemme change the topic now.....

we are of DPS we are for DPS
we are green and white
we show our might...........
this was one of the songs in our morning assemblies . Yes i've done my schooling from Delhi Public School. you must 've heard its name, let it be for any reason but i m proud of my school as anyone else would be.In other words "....those were the best days of my life".My academics has never been so good, actually i was and still i m the person who picks up the syllabus when my heart starts bouncing to the verge of breaking my ribs so i've to study to save up my life,the problem is that this situation occurs just last night before the exam.but anyhow i've learnt to deal with it and do have quite satisfactory results till now n hope the same in upcoming years....

My next Passion is music, there is something indistinct about music that one cant distant it from himself. am a die hard music lover be it anything rock, pop, jazz, movies, remix, sufi, ghazals, hindi, english, bhojpuri...........the list goes on. Just one condition that it doesn't creates a hole in my ear membrane, like the songs from one of the nostril kings of India.To mention my fav songs are..."mora saiyan mose bole na.." from Fuzon , "kahoon kaise sakhi.." from Yahaan, "yaaron dosti badi hi..."from Rockford, "kahe tohse sajna.." from maine pyar kiya, "words" by boyzone, "shape of my heart.."by BSB.....and the list goes on.

So that was all about me...apart from everything i wrote ... I have a whole graveyard of might-have-beens...which I wish could have turned into reality...but may be destiny has something better in store for me.