Pichle 8 dino main yeh sab hai…

Seekha! Na Na Na Na Na re Na re Na re…

Yes I have officially lost even the slightest bit of sense that found place behind that ambitious pony tail.This is what a 8 day Snow Yatra with 180+ Photograph crazy people on board can do to you.Listing conclusions that came from it.

1-Mumbai University ain’t as bad it is made to be.We at IEEE owe a lot to the great body.If not for their last minute postponement of FE Mechanical exams, another addition of 50+ beings would have made it to the trip.And if that had to be, I swear to lord, all of us at the committee would have quit living and retired to the Himalayas by now.

2-No wonder a certain Phunsuk Wangdu is the only academic achievement of the North.I mean how on Earth can one manage to study in such a pleasant climate?

3-Photography, apart from Sex obviously seems to be every human’s supreme purpose of life.People spend more time in Photographing than actually living the place.I can bet my life on it.Also the typical poses(Chin-Supported-on hand-types), I reckon, is here to stay for as long as Christianity exists.

4-SE Electrical is hopelessly Nice.Have absolutely no dramatic tales to speak of them.Well behaved buggers.

5-I have an interesting proposal for all business minded North-Indians settled in Bombay.Starting a Gola business in Manali ain’t a bad option after all.Boundless stalk of already grated ice.Less labour.

6-As much people in Manali as much is the population of Chakala alone.

7-Punjabis actually have that accent.

8-No one on Planet Earth or Pandora can make Foul language sound as cool as Punjabis.

9-I can now empathize with Pranav Rajgopal.5 Layers of clothing was horrible.Imagine what 5 layers of fat can do?!

10-Snow fall is just like we saw it on Cartoon Network.And this time there were cartoons all around too.

11-Stuffing 11 committee members, each with a good appetite in the same room ain’t the best of ideas after all.

12-I simply can’t express the joy that overwhelmed me when I went on that alcohol raid.Even ACP Praduman from the prehistoric show CID would be a happy and proud man.

13-TC should never be used as an abbrev for ‘Take care’ anymore.At least not to an IEEE or CSI member.

14-No wonder they don’t have amusement parks there.Have you seen the way the Bus drivers drive?

15-And lastly..Ae Dil.. Hai Mushkil.. Jeena Yahaan..Zara Hatke..Zara Bachke..Yeh Hai Mumbai meri Jaan..

Please note.Credit for the the photographs below and many more to come in the future, solely belongs to the man they call Shreyans Mulkutkar.The man is also responsible for making me look decent enough in images which in itself deserves a Nobel recognition.

School Chale Hum..

No matter how Friendly a soul one comes across in life, School friends remain a special breed.There is such innocence and kiddish charm in an assembly of school buddies irrespective of what age they meet at.No matter how much one changes and to what level one transforms, when with School buddies one is in his original elements.Purest form.So here is expressing gratitude to

Srikant Saratchandra: Considering our luck with girls, I guess we should end up marrying each other.

Darshan Ashar:We are married to each other.

Varun Nadkarni:’Mr Last-Minute-Busted-by-Mom-for-c2h50h’ ing’.Ha Ha!

Jasvin Sing Sethi: Sardar Paradigm.I still wonder what you were doing inside my dhoti.

Joseph Rodrigues:Sinbad the sailor ek jahaaz main jab chalaa mere yaar…

Aurrick D’Silva:Finally someone taller or is it?

Kapil Sharma: We Pukers owe you a lot.There are some tales you wouldn’t want to take back to Australia.

Mark Nathan:For once you weren’t ‘booked’.

Pratik Rao:I thought of writing wonderful things but then I was reminded that you are going to ‘Facebook’ the entire party.Go ahead Loser!

Also Guest appearence:Vivek Pillai.

Thanks a lot for the Supreme start to the year.May god bless all of you with Super hot wives.

Also check this Song and its visuals.Lovely is the word.

PS:I am generally not very expressive but pardon myself for this post.Influence of a certain Ethyl Alcohol you see

Naye Saal ki Shubh kaamnaaye..

Wishing all readers of this blog a Happy and Prosperous New Year.May the rest have a pitiable and wretched one.Hope you all own 4 letter domains,win yearfull free supply of Cheese bursts, Have your very own Swayamvar,Win a Nobel Peace(Yes.Very pragmatic an achievement now), Have a torrid relationship and resolve the following ‘New Year’ that you will never get involved in one & let Facebooking be the most productive thing you do next year.

Also do not forget writing ‘10 in the date section of immediate correspondences.

Raj Thackeray & the White house Gate Crashers.

The Reality Show judges aren’t the only one judging.We love gauging too.So what is it that helps us  form opinions on one?

Ones phone ?

Nail polish color ?

Skin color ? :P

Choice of Movies/Music ?

Marks ? (Bhala tumhare ’Number’ mere ‘Number’ se zyadaa kaise? I love it when people prefer calling marks as ‘Number’)

One trait that probably everyone cosiders, is ones vocabulary.It does matter how well the person speaks.Not as much the Language he speaks.Personally I’m enamored by a soul who has a good command over whatever he speaks.And I have Great respect for Good orators.A very few exist and unfortunately though.The power of language is grossly under-rated.

Raj Thackeray’s success in the recently conducted Elections owes a lot to the man’s Speaking prowess.Not very long ago I remember this bunch of my class mates sitting after college and viewing one of his speeches on the laptop.And attentively too.Its very rare for a politician’s speech to make to CD’s and being sold at Andheri station to wanting buyers and even making to Cell phone Ringtones.

And I end with what I believe is the best use one has ever put one’s Speaking ability to.The couple that Gate-Crashed into the Worlds most secure place for ‘The Party’ owe it to, and I quote ” Smooth Talk”.

Talk N Talk.

 

Chabbees Gyaarah

This one was shortly written after 26/11.I decide to post it a year later.Very politician-speech material this is.

हिंदुस्तान को हर कोई है प्यारा

ना कोई एक धर्म न मज़हब

हिंदुस्तान का हर किसी को सहारा

ना कोई एक धर्म न मज़हब

इसीलिए यहाँ जन्मा गाँधी

और उनके वहां कासब

My First ever Hindi Poem.Silly Willy.Clumsy mind is content.Wouldn’t want to write further.

Why I don’t Want to become a Prostitute.

There is something about Mary and a lot more about the title than to Sexual overtones.Loud & Brassy it may be, but very true and actual.No, the trauma called Viva has not left no damage on me and this one written in sound mind.I just do Not want to be a Prostitute.

A very elite bunch of ambitious Engineers surround me.Highly ambitious, I must add.It is pretty enticing to see people already discussing American Universities when I still Can’t think beyond Chakala and just when you hear peers discussing how they intend to spend life at IIM Ahmedabad, you wonder if you have any beyond Andheri.You know how uncertain your future is when you are 3 years into Computer Engineering and you’ve managed to put your hand on everything , Right from making Short-Films to making and Selling T-shirts but actual Programming!.The only program I can claim credit for is the ‘Bollywood Game’ program that I made Last Semester .And this only Sincere effort was wonderfully riposted by reprimanding me, for the program was done during Practicals and it wasn’t a part of the list of programs I was supposed to do.It is even more disturbing when you have South-Indian parents back who like every other South parent wants the son to go to office regularly with nothing less than Rs 50,000/- Salary.Such is the Tragic called me.

You know you are half way through in life when you know what’ You Don’t have to do’.The other half Completes when you realize ‘What to do’.Awaiting an answer from within and ineffectively so, I resorted to Near-Dears’ and ‘Not so Near-Dears’ alike.Splendid response to say the least.The answers range from a Straight ‘You want to do something?’ to an indifferent ‘Why don’t you kill yourself?”.However the handful few who actually bothered giving an earnest opinion, had all incidentally Zeroed down on one unanimous Answer: Advertising/’Philum Industry’ which boils down into one general term:The Creative Industry.

It is this proposition of theirs that made me feel like a Prostitute.Now for those who have got an IQ close to mine.I explain in words you’d want to understand:

Love-Making is Wonderful.You Love Doing it.I bet you do.You better do.

Now what if you were paid to do love?Or even worse.What if you were forced to make love?

Bad.Super Bad.

Ditto with my ‘Creativity’.

Making Short-Films/Ads and doing things alike is something that I love doing.There is no way I will get paid for doing it and not feel disgusted about myself.I just can’t force myself into working for an assigned project by my boss irrespective of me feeling for the project.And moreover making money out of something you genuinely Love is a bad economic decision as well because in matters of finance, the mind plays an important role and the slightest of involvement of the heart can prove disastrous. I’d rather continue making videos and upload them on Youtube(So what if takes me 3 hrs 24 min 55 sec to do so, Courtesy my Super cool Tata Indicom 5 bytes/sec Internet speed.)

Never Become a Prostitute.Remain a Virgin Instead

PS:Severe apologies to my dear blog which was breathing it’s last until this post happened.And to my loyal readers which includes:My 10 years Neighbor whom I bribe with a Cadbury Éclair for every 5 lines he reads.Peace.

Wear Purpose

Some serious musing helped me ascertain that The only thing the human manages to find purpose in, is Sex.Unfortunately though.Its not because there is lack of any but ostensibly because we fail to see them.

Now Imagine a South Indian working class who left home minus dabba.He goes to a restaurant for lunch.He’d rather order for anything but South Indian food to simply add more purpose to his visit by trying some other cuisine.

Adding purpose to everything we do helps in living a meaningful life as a whole.Seriously.Imagine something as basic as your attire.Now clothing in daily life is primarily done with the intention to cover.It doesn’t take a Manish Malhotra to ‘purposify’ your attire.Have we ever given serious thought to what we wear?

No.Do this thing for me.Just make an attempt to read everything written(if at all any) on T-shirts around you.I’v been doing this for some while now and have questions to be answered.Why would anyone buy anything with the followng written on them.These are actual T-shirt reads.

1-Blah Blah..Established in 1842(Is it that you want to remind me of what brand my Grandpa’s Dad wore?)

2-Project Sports Mutiny.(????!!!!)

3-I (A heart in Red) New York.(I seriosuly doubt the person traveled anywhere beyond Virar)

And the best of them all..

4-Ringtone mania(Yes I did manage to see someone wearing something with this written on it)

I managed asking someone as to what made him wear a Shirt with practically Bulls**t written on it.’It looks good’ came an answer.If writing stuff on a shirt makes it look good then rather have something purposeful written on it.

Dhan te Nan came the idea of annanymous T-shirts.No I’m doing no good to Human Welfare.Neither am I here to teach fashion(I still havent been pardoned for wearing the fluoroscent Green T-shirt).Adding purpose to what you wear.does no harm.It makes so much sense to wear yourself.To relate with what you wear.It is like a blog.You relate to what you write and you event comment on posts you relate with.If you can do that with a blog,Why leave behind what you wear?

Have a purpose beyond Sex

AnnanymousT-shirts.Don’t worry about the price.Much lesser than any average ‘Ringtone Mania’ T-shirts. Share holders of Satyam can afford to buy too.Started of with something I relate with and am sure most of the blog’s readers relate with too…Engineering…Presenting Engineering theme T-shirts…Tada…

T-Shirt 1:

Rs 229/- only

Available in both M and F.Color and Size option Available too.

24 Minutes…

This one came just 24 minutes before ‘you-will-soon-figure-out-yourself”(I hope atleast :-p).Directly ‘Copy-Pasted’ from my Personal Diary cum work diary cum Bingo book-cum  cum Bollywood book.It reads..

24 minutes and the beats go high

24 minutes I hope there is no sigh

24 minutes I do not wanna lie

24 minutes I feel I’l die

24 minutes that feel so long

24 minutes Can write an entire song

24 minutes the two letters I dread

24 minutes ‘Dont worry’ they said

24 minutes I feel so numb

24 minutes decides if at all I am dumb

24 minutes I hope Goodness Rains

Just so I do not write another nervous 24 Minutes again…

 

Stupid.Perfect example of what circumstances drive you into.

PS:For the handful regular readers(Which includes my dhobi wallah who can barely read yet is forced into reading my blog just so my hits increase and My ego is pampered,also my Grandmom who is yet to figure out what a blog means) This is probably my first and last attempt at anything poetic.Peace.

I also wonder if my fellow classmates would react equally if a hot blonde were to be in the campus.Bloody geeks.:-p

 

 

The Aviators and why MJ can’t die…

 I always aspired to own Ray Ban aviators.One with a golden frame to be precise.However when the time arrived I settled for a Mirrored lens Aviator.The significance of me having compromised is explained later in this read.One of my cousins,residing in Calicut,Kerala owned a Golden Frame.Submitting to the temptation,during his recent visit to Bombay,I chanced upon the opportunity and got my Mirrored lens Aviator exchanged with his Golden frame.Although I had to confront some severe criticism on the exchange, I was never really keen on getting my original back until probably my cousin made his next visit to the city which was not in the near future.I moved on.

Now this anecdote comes from just a few days before I left for Kerala this vaccation.I was to mention of it on my blog too but then but my departure for kerala and the preparation for the trip barred me from doing so.

I was en route Bandra and inside the BEST bus.After a few minutes of standing,I managed a seat.My fellow traveller seemed to be a typical Middle-aged Gujju stock market dealer equipped with 2 mobile phones one being a Chinese make.A few more minutes into the journey,I plugged in for some Music.Songs played.Songs changed. Time fleeted.However there seemed to be something fascinatingly different when this particular song played.I was ceased by the man and an earnest appeal from the man followed.He politely asked me to ‘Bluetooth’ the song to him.I pleasantly gave in to his desire.This gave way to an interaction with him that I now will cherish for eternity.A result of this interaction had now further strenghtened my resolve to get my Aviators back from the cousin.

The trip was to be covered by road and it was our own car that was to do the job so I could afford to convince my parents into a brief halt at Calicut.Denied at first,I was promised a halt during our return from Kerala.I now had to wait a litttle more for claim over the Aviators.There was this inexpicable restlesness that accompanied.

The time had finally arrived.I had it back.

Song of transfer in the BEST bus:We are the world, Michael Jackson.

Date of  re-claim over Aviators: 25th June 2009 05:00.

As a reader you may definitely find the match in his time of death and my re-claim over the Aviators a mere stupid co-incidence.But it meant a lot more to me.My decision to compromise for a Mirrored lens was purely because Jacko wore them too.

It was pretty obvious that the Gujju man in the BEST was oblivious to western music or western culture as a whole which was quite suggestive during my interaction with him. However, for him to know so much about Jacko and to see the zest and passion with which he spoke about the 1996 concert and his craze during Thriller time made me just another drop in the ocean. I was determined to play my part too.I was to get my Mirrored lens back.

Though I retained my symbol of love for the man the man had gone for good . I was to face an end later in the evening.End of a part of me.This at the expense of sounding overtly dramatic, I hereby admit to have fervently cried after the news broke.A first in a vast period of time.There seemed to suddenly have conjured this big void,not only in my life,a huge void in general.

I have always loved people.A lot of them.I maintain my very own list of Great people around.The only breathing person who featured in my list of Greatest Humans to have ever stepped this Planet ain’t breathing anymore.I have always been subject of light hearted ridicule at home and outside for being thin.It never dettered me though.Not a bit.I had consolation in the form of Jacko.I knew JAcko was thin and the most popular guy on earth too.He was black too.And he changed.I was convinced I could whiten too!for which my mom said I required as much money as him which she feared I or rather any person could never attain.

In a nation to see even your neigboring state Superstar to hardly make an influence on you,Jacko achieved the unattainable.His unparalleled renown shattered all boundaries.All borders.All races. Even today we witness Jackson look-alike contests and almost every dance Reality show hosts a Jackson theme.Such an influence he had that too on a nation miles away.I wouldn’t be wrong in stating that Jackson unknowingly played a role in evolving Bollywood dance sequences from its primitive.

I can without any deliberating put him in the same ranks as Gandhi  and Einstein in terms of the influence he had on the world. Jacko was perhaps ‘Earth’s  first superstar’  from the entertainment world.

As a child Jackson’s Heal the world was a regular in my School assemblies.They don’t care about us,Earth Song,Black or white,The way you make me feel have all been transforming elements.

The thing about such profound men are that their immenseness should ideally shadow their other doings.Gandhi is never known for his unjust treatment of his wife and children.However in the case of Jackson it seemed otherwise and it is the magnitude of his fame that is to blame.

It is difficult to imagine the one gloved man with a fringe ,Mirrored glass and an energy to kill shall no more exist in flesh and blood.

 Every being is made with a purpose.The supreme made Jackson with an intention to heal.To join.Which he did,like none other.

Perhaps God wanted him back and selfishly so.

May your tales of fascination Moonwalk itself into eternity.

Filler

Random scribblings from sporadic musings.Initially reluctant to post them but then this one served draught to my long awaiting blog.

1-I am recklessly unscrupulous about borrowing and Spending/Lending money.I consider it highly inconsequential.

2-I can never regret having spent time on People,Rain and Cricket.I consider them highly essential.

3-You are much more interesting than you think you are.

4-I am finally convinced that Non-Vegetarianism is anti-nature.

5-Man dangerously depends on knowledge.Religion is interseting and essential for it deals with wisdom.

6-The supreme in his experiment with the creation of man may infer negative conclusions.I so wish I could prove otherwise.

7-Man was never anyone’s responsibility nor is he responsible for anyone else.

8-I authentically love too many people.It’s unfortunate I cannot.

9-The good hearted can thrive on their gut feel.It’s only the ill-hearted that need to use the brain.

Have a lot more conventionally appealing topics to write on.Thank you for reading if you’ve reached here.