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Superhero

So, wouldn't it be great to have a few superheroes flying around today in our own confused and violent world ? When the world in comic books is in dire peril, ordinary people turn on the bat-signal or call out to Superman for help and hope his super hearing picks up the S.O.S.

Probably the reason we don't yet have our own Batman is because of the lack of parking space to park the Bat-mobile.

On a totally random note, I can't think of anything to write.

GAAH!!

Damn I need my personal superhero now!

English Language

English is the most widely used language in the history of our planet. More than half of the world's books are in English. And of all the languages, it has the largest vocabulary - perhaps as many as 2 MILLION words. Nevertheless, I still think English is a crazy ass language. Lets take a look at a few examples -

There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger and neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England and neither were french fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads (which aren't sweet at all), are meat.

All of us take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand is something that works slowly, boxing rings are actually squares and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig actually.

Isn't it a little crazy that you can make amends but not one single amend?

And isn't it a little weird that you can comb through annals of history but not a single annal?

What if you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing? Shouldn't grocers groce and hammers ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? How?

If you wrote a letter, perhaps you bote your tongue?

If teachers taught, why didn't preacher praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, then what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell?

Isn't it a little weird that a slim chance and a fat chance are the same, while a wise man and wise guy are opposites? How can overlook and oversee be opposites, while quite a lot and quite a few are alike? How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another?

Also one of the other funny things about English is that we talk about certain things only when they are absent! Have you ever seen a horseful carriage or a strapful gown? Met a sung hero or experienced requited love? Have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled or ruly? And where are all those people who would ACTUALLY hurt a fly?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm clock goes off by going on.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn't a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it.

The Silent Halo

The new moon of no importance

Lingers behind in the sky's ending dance.

While the earth smokes a smoky blue

This time the moon's up and for full view.

Through the light of my window to see its blushes,

Brings the fragrance of bliss and joy to my senses.

This way and that way she peeks and she sees,

Many silver fruits upon the many silver trees.

For tonight the moon is undressed,

Like a beautiful woman in her seducing idleness.

Her knowing hands they love to caress,

In its own whim, the curvature of her dainty breasts.

Her hair will be mist scented and her jade white,

With her arms chilled in her clear light.

When the mood is ripe and on occasion,

She lets her passionate scent, fall from her bosom.

The moon, standing tall and standing mellow,

To everyone it shall stay, forever the silent halo.

My Pictures

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A Month Overdue !

I promise, this is just fictional.

Mr. Jeet B. comes home one night, and his loving wife throws her arms around his neck and says: “I have great news: I’m a month overdue. I think we’re going to have a baby! The doctor gave me a test today, but until we find out for sure, we can’t tell anybody.”

The next day, Mrs. B. receives a telephone call from Pune Electricity Board (PEB) because the electricity bill has not been paid.

“Am I speaking to Mrs. B.?”

“Yes…… speaking”

PEB guy, “You’re a month overdue, you know!”

“How do YOU know?” stammers the young woman.

“Well, ma’am, it’s in our files!” says the PEC guy .

“What are you saying? It’s in your files …… How?”

“Yes…………. We have a system of finding out who’s overdue.”

“God!…. this is too much……”

"Madam, I am sorry…I am following orders…I have to inform you are overdue.”

“I know that… let me talk to my husband about this tonight…he will speak to your company tomorrow.”

That night, she tells her husband about the visit, and he, mad as a bull, rushes to PEB office the next day morning.

“What’s going on? You have it on file that my wife is a month overdue? What business is that of yours?” the husband shouts.

“Just calm down,” says the lady at the reception at PEB, “it’s nothing serious. All you have to do is pay us.”

“Pay you? And if I refuse?”

“Well, in that case, sir, we’d have no option but to cut yours off!”

Masturbation

Here's a simple experiment, turn to the person next to you and say, "How often do you masturbate?" The reaction should be highly amusing.

Masturbation is one of those things that almost everybody does, but nobody (outside of confidential polls) admits to. He does it. She does it! I do it! Its nature's rule. It has to get out of your body somehow. Even porcupines masturbate! Meanwhile roughly 90% of all males and at least 70% of all females do masturbate. So why the big coverup? Hey, big deal, you say, I take a crap every day, but I don't go around bragging about that either.

Fair enough. But while a lot of people might decline to discuss their toileting habits, very few of these would go so far as to lie to you and claim they don't poop. And yet, pretty much every young man/woman will hurry to declare that they don't masturbate and that even if they "did that stuff when they were kids," it was just an embarrassing phase of curiosity that they have definitely outgrown.

Most people believe masturbation is wrong, evil and "anti-god" or even "anti-religion". In fact, its quite the contrary. Masturbation helps one learn about his or her own sexuality and prepares one for quality "couple's sex" down the road. Pro-masturbation educators claim that masturbating helps young people (and even adults) find realistic control over their sexual appetites, empowering them to make better choices about who they have sex with, when, and why.

For all those religious fanatics who say that - "touching yourself" and masturbating is a sin and you shall go to hell if you do it, all I have to say is - It was God's plan to make everyone get horny at some point or the other. And God or Evolution, has seen it fit to equip the human form such that, our fingertips dangle enticingly at roughly the same height as our crotches. And hence, its very hard to resist the temptation to let their fingers stray toward the naughty bits.

And if you can be as ignorant as to actually believe that masturbating will make someone pregnant, well I am sorry to say but it won't, no matter how hard you try. It's the safest way to fulfill your sexual desires as there is no partner involved (not talking about mutual masturbation here). No AIDS worry. And definitely no worry over infidelity issues.

All that masturbation does, is help you relax, sleep better and give you immense pleasure! Now why would any one want to deprive themselves of something like that? There's no reason to be ashamed of using your body the way you want to! Its the best instrument you've got and the best you'll ever get!

The Single Question

So earlier in the day I was hanging out with my friend. We are both currently single and have been single for over a year. We were talking about our most recent crushes, or lack thereof, and the kind of talk that involves a teenage boy mind mostly revolving around girls. Or the lack of them. There was a strain of thought that constantly ran through my mind - "I just want someone to want me." Sounds familiar? I guess it runs on almost every straight, single person's mind.

It sounds pathetic doesn't it? It's not that I don't have any self-esteem. I am content with my looks, personality, intelligence, success, etc. yet when I'm alone in my own moments, I still long to go for quiet walks with that person, or share ice creams together, or have endless talks on the phone, or just to know that someone else out there is thinking of me before they go to sleep.

Why do you think it is that we feel the need to be needed by the opposite sex so badly? Do you think it is true that people in relationships are generally happier than single people because of this reason?

Gratitude

Rainbows are flying into my space

I am happy and try not to go to waste

My ramblings quite seem mindless

Yet tickles everyone's senses

Well I guess it just suggests what happiness is...

The butterflies they flew away

Like the fashion from yesterday

Ice creams now taste so yum

Love the story that I've now become

And its cool to be done than undone

Just as long as you enjoy the fun...

I've been eating my fruits and my greens

And there's no need no need for any medicines

To fly and to be naturally high

You first need to learn to flirt with the sky

And just try till it sides to shine the light on your mind

Just be kind to let it find you....

Thank you my little friend

You and I both know I'll never change

I've been on a break to make my ways to mend

And thank you my little friend

Thank you my dear friend

A Letter For A Difficult Friend

Dearest friend,

I know our relationship has been difficult and we haven't really spoken in a long time, but it's recently become clear that we'll be seeing a lot of each other in the next few months. The issues we've faced in the past are going to resurface and we really, really need to work this out now before it's too late.

I'll admit I've said some terrible things about you in the past. I apologize. You think of me as an unintelligent person for not understanding you, even after years of trying. That's not true. You're difficult, you know? I know I've given up on you in the past and even broke your trust by cheating, but never again. I'm not going to give up on you this time. I'm determined to understand. I'm determined to keep trying.

That said, I hope things are easier this time around. I hope everything sinks in easier. I promise to keep trying despite how difficult you are. And you really are. Don't deny it and I'll try to keep my "hate" claims under wraps this semester.

Maths, I do want to be your friend. Really. Just help me understand you. Please.

Regards,

Jeet

Life Comes Around

Is it a chance to get lucky? Or is it lucky to get something by chance? What’s the difference, if at all there is any? To what extent is it really feasible, to let the universe take on the role of your personal manager and trust in its ability to get you what you want? Does it justify your wait, no matter how long it is?

I believe time is one big adventure. And a big misadventure too. For what may seem like the best option at one point of time, may not necessarily be the best at another. Or at least that’s what I think. Maybe, for time to work in favour of you, all you need to do is stop thinking! Let time take you through whichever route it wants to. But what if time is waiting for directions from you? Maybe it wants you to make your own course? Deceiving? A little maybe.

Time is a tricky little obsession! Everyone has it.

“Hari, submit your work on time!”

“Guys, it’s time for dinner.”

Hell, even the next person we pass on the road will probably end up asking – “What is the time?”

The thing is, I don’t know! It keeps on changing! What if it’s just a matter of convenience? An imaginary clog in the wheel, that keeps everything in momentum.

Maybe life is a wheel. It goes exploring new ideas and adventures and when it’s done a full circle, it shows us pretty much the same things it showed us earlier. Only this time, it’s got something else sticking to it.

Guess life repeats itself. Just with different settings and characters.

Tin Tin Ti Din !

Life takes place as we live it. Maybe that's why everyone's life is so unique and different. I am 20 and damn! This age is confusing! Sometimes, I am in a black and white and the next moment, I am in a thriller! And isnt it ironical that no matter where you are, you always want to be on the other side?

I think you grow when you learn to accept some things and believe in your decisions for the best. There will be moments when you get off on the wrong side of the bed, burn your toast, get stuck in traffic all day and get an F in your paper. But in the end, life's much bigger than that.

When was the last time we simply forgot all our worries and had an awfull lot of pani puris and bhel puri instead? When was the last time we looked up at the sky. I mean REALLY look up at the sky. Not the oh-god!-why-does-it-always-happen-to-me look up at the sky. I mean look up at the sky and be wondering how the clouds are however and whatever shape they are in? Who made those shapes? (I meant curves) When was the last time we let out our best carefree and satisfied burp?. Or quite simply - when was the last time we simply allowed everything else around us to slow down and give ourselves a much deserved moment?

Yes! We do have the power to slow down everything around us. And no. I dont mean using some molecular accelerator that increases your molecular activity. We can do all this using just our mind!

Sure! Who hasnt had their first awesome love experience? And again, who hasnt had their first awfull breakup? Who has not been embarassed by thier zips left open? Or their public farts? These things are bound to happen. They are all written in life's recipe. Instead of wondering what went wrong, just turn the page and voila! You have a new start! Its as simple as that! Maybe its also a little complicated. But its easy. Confused? Well I am. I guess blame it on the age.

I recently had a wonderful experience. And it will be one the best things I ever felt. I still feel it. And maybe sometimes you dont get the cherry. But you still have the cake! And sometimes, its the best thing that you ended up with just the cake!

Hmm...I have no idea what I wanted to say. Maybe I'll try out some new things tomorrow. Maybe I'll go bald! Or...umm...maybe I'll just wear a hat. Or learn to dance! Or find the solution to pi ! Or maybe I'll just get a breezer. After all - life tastes best when its chilled!

Innocence

Finally managed to upload another song I had composed. Let me know what you think :)

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Favourtite White Tshirt

One thing I absolutely love about the rains is having a steaming cup of tea, along with a platefull of the most delicious and the most unhealthy pakodas I can get my hands on (:

And one thing I absolutely hate about the rains, is the massive amount of mud sprays you get on yourself, while riding your bike. There's absolutely no way you can escape it. Trying to avoid it is like going to China and trying to avoid Chineese food (although the latter sometimes taste better than mud).

I have noticed that this happens to me specially when I am wearing white. More so on the days, when I happen to leave behind my jacket at home.

So, on a day like any other, I was on my way to college on my bike. The weather was pretty good.

"Hmmm....thats weird.", I said to myself.

"The weather is never this good."

In fact, it was so good that it somehow didnt seem right to be so good in the middle of the rainy season! And sure enough! It starts to rain the very next moment! And no! It wasnt the kind of rain that you would pass on for a tiny leak. No! The whole dam had collapsed!!! And it was coming down hard!

I was wearing a newly washed white t-shirt, and quite obviously, I forgot my jacket at home. The vehicles on the road had no intention of sparing me or my newly washed white tshirt at all! One particular lady, who was driving her Honda, seemed to make it a point to splash water and mud on every rider she passed. She was too good at it.

By the time I reached college, my t-shirt looked like it had been dipped in chocolate. I was even tempted to taste it. But thank goodness for self control!

Fortunately my friend, my very good friend, Shane, happened to have an extra tshirt with him that day.

Yay!!

It was white.

Crap!

It was his favourite white tshirt.

Crap!! Crap!!

Somehow I managed to convince him that his favourite white tshirt is absolutely safe with me and I wont let any mud sprays come on it.

He agreed.

He shouldnt have. Cause the very next moment, and I mean in the very next couple of minutes we decided to go and have lunch. And of course! You are allowed to guess what happened next.

The look that Shane had on his face, when he saw that his favourite white tshirt, now had a patch of brown (thanks to chicken gravy and my clumsy hands) still gives me nightmares! It was the scariest look I ever got from him!

Now this episode of my life has taught me one very valuable lesson.

Never borrow a white tshirt from your friend on a rainy day. Especially his favourite white tshirt. Thankfully things are back to normal now. We greet each other. We talk about girls together. He acts gay with me. I play along. Yeah....pretty much the life of a normal 20 year old, sleeping in class NOT wearing a white tshirt. Anymore.

It still rains though.

26 Letters

And lately I've been writing lines, sometimes hollow sometimes full
But mostly about you and I, the lovesick fool.
Candid moments, of sound and sights
Dinner and Jazz by the mystique seaside.
Every little touch, and all your subtle moves,
Find the right words, and I'll tell you when I do.
Gotta keep the distance though
How hard is it? I sure would know.
In the oceans I sailed, had no choice but to leave
Just when I found that my love was just as deep.
Kissing you would be the deepest thing to do
Loving you was like cupid right on cue.
My head is in so many places, and so are you
Now tell me, how do I settle this without you?
Only if instead of you, I could love someone else
Probably she'd be betrayed,cause I cant love anyone but yourself.
Quiet nights and sparky spring days
Reminiscent of the wastefull times, all so gone without a trace.
Soul has a meaning of its own as long as it lasts
They had mine with you, no wonder I miss you the most.
Useless questions sometimes scare me a little
Vow to you, if I could I would never leave you in the middle.
Words might be forgotten, and so i write this
eXaggerated it might sound, but you are the pages of my diaries.
You know I would do anything if I could get you, but like the
Zephyr, I guess I'll move away, ever so gently from you.

Bittersweet Symphony

Who is a best friend? What is a best friend made of?

When I was young, a best friend for me was probably someone, who I was very fond of and would share his/her lunch with me at school. When I was younger, my best friends were Captain Planet and Swat Kats. Maybe, it still holds true for some of us.

Throughout the year, loads of short messages do the rounds on our phones, highlighting some aspect of friendship or the other. Some are nice, some are flattering, some are naive and some are stupid and downright hilarious. They all seem to point out that friendship is the best thing going for the insecure psyche.

However, a best friend is hard to find, difficult to identify and tough to hold on to. They cannot be pointed out. They are like the moonlight. They are there during the bright times, silent and diluted, but ever present with you, but also shining their light in the dark times. And no amount of analysis can help you ever comprehend, what a best friend really is, until you get one. They are someone who can do what others wont even dream of doing for you. If on one hand it means standing by you when the whole world has turned its back on you, on the other hand, it means forcing you to give up your bad ways even if he or she knows that you may not see reason in it and take it otherwise.

One of the other things about best friends is, when they get hurt, whether it was because of you or someone/something else, you get hurt equally bad.

I think I was enormously stupid and unexplainably juvenile, to even have second thoughts about the idea of my best friend doing something wrong to me, just because someone else told me so. I mean she was my first real best friend. She still is. It took me two and half years to finally meet her. It took her even lesser to change me into someone desirable and definitely a much better human.

It hurt me a lot, to know that I was a part to the play that brought tears to her eyes. It was probably lesser than what she had to go through to wipe them. Especially for a person like her who has never cried before.

To her :

There is no way I can explain to you how sorry I am about what happened. I really am out of words.

The fact is, every other person, hears what I have to say. My friends listen to what I say. But you, know what I dont even say. And for that and everything else, you are my best friend in every sense of its own. I hope I can be one to you too. I know lost faith, even if it is little, is hard to get back, but I am truly sorry about everything.

All I want you to know is that if ever you are stranded in the middle of a desert, you can call on me and be sure that I will come and pick you up. Everytime you need me to.

Long Distance Relationship

Seven colours of the rainbow

A friend to every blind soul

Brown trees outside of the window

Dancing under the light's own shadow

I have a secret but I wont surrender

To live out and to live in the wander

Its both disturbing and relieving

Like a word with a nasty double meaning

Crisp as the throws of the morning

I light my path and follow my own calling

Set your foot on the unknown ground

Distance doesnt tell the truth, I found

Its a chance to share your dreams

Chance the mirror and get real with your feelings

Should the winter call where would you hide?

Take a minute off time when you decide

P.S.: I have nothing against the idea of long distance. One of my friends had a break up because of the distance and so this poem is, in a way, just one of the many arguments that bothered my mind for a period.

Uh Oh !

So I got tagged. And now, I have to list Seven Weird Facts about me. Bhaalu, if you're reading this, I am pret-ty sure you are getting a kick out of this, aren't you?

Anyway...here goes...

1. I rub my tummy whenever I talk. Or stand. Or sit. Pretty much anytime. (not in a sick way though)

2. Sometimes I prefer feminine stuff more than guy stuff. Guy stuff gets boring after a while. No, I dont have a secret make-up kit in my cupboard. (anymore)

3. I like bursting bubbles from bubble wrap. (:

4. Sometimes, I like to scratch my back with a comb. It gives me great pleasure.

5. I am still the kid who wakes up in the middle of the night to grab his midnight snack. I love midnight snacks !! They are awesome !! (:

6. Only the original Sony Ericsson earphones fit into my ears. The others dont fit me. I have weird ears.

7. I can burp the alphabets. I am not too proud of it but its talent!

There you go! Seven of the weirdest about me! Hehe...

Thanks Shweta! (:

On This Day

3rd July 2009.

On this day I -

1. Woke up at 6 AM.

2. Wore orange shorts with white coconut trees.

3. Started recording one of the bands originals.

4. Had a ton of cheese.

5. Fell asleep while recording.

6. Ordered two cheese burst pizzas from Domino's. They took more than 30 minutes. Got 300 bucks off. ((:

7. Went for a late night walk with Sunai at 1 30 in the morning. Not romantic.

8. Got chased by dogs. Thrice.

If you are wondering why I am posting the events of 3rd July today, on the 18th of July, its because I was quite busy with a lot of things that needed my immediate attention. Or I was just too lazy.

Coffee Shop Smile

Coffee shops are great

On a sunny winter day.

To read a book and smile

With the wind just as mild.

The wooden shades talk

Of birds of a flock.

About the lonely sky

And the rainbows and butterfly.

There are fish in the river

Who talk about diamonds in the silver.

Like the way we show us love

They too believe in the white dove.

There's always a reason to sing

When you least expect, it rings

Maybe its a little out of place

But in the end its you and your days

Maybe what we see are visions

Rainbows too are just illusions.

When you learn how to fly

Remember, dont yet say a goodbye.

A secret garden on the hill

Gives you fruits but without the bill.

But again secrets are for everyone

Some have fun, and some decide to learn.

They say love is a mystery

Like an unfound cherry.

You have to fall stumble and hurry

And then you find your chocolate bunny.

There's always a reason to sing

When you least expect, it rings

Maybe its a little out of place

But in the end its you and your days.

Statutory Warning : Includes The Word "Fart"

Let me tell you about a funny thing that happened to me yesterday. But in order to understand how humiliaitingly funny it was, you will need to know a couple of things. Read on.

Now I would like to believe there are two kinds of people in this world. One - People who dont really mind when someone farts in public. And two - the other kind who would take so much offense that if it was possible for them to go to a police station and file a complaint against that person, he/she would not only do that, but also make sure they get the strictest punishment that one can get for farting in public. Like the warning to eat less spicy food wasnt enough.

Flatulence, (the scientific word for fart) (yes I looked it up) is the only natural way of releasing gases that are byproducts of the digestion process. In fact, times are so bad now for pro-public farters, that one man was actually accused for accidently farting when an officer pulled him over. Of course the charges were dropped after the judge said he was innocent and the fart was only accidental.

But some people's farts are so precious, they even find their way to online super markets like ebay. Only a couple of days back, a "jar of fart" from a "hot girl" was on sale on ebay for $71. I think "cool guy" bought it.

There have been quite a lot of inventions to silence the sound that comes along when one farts. Some genius guy called "Big chicken mushroom" from Wuhun, China, invented a device not so handy and completely impractical with a highly creative and original name, called the "Fart Silencer". Genius I say.

I dont understand the big deal that some people associate with farts. Its a completely natural phenomena! After it has occured, it leaves one with a sense of lightedness and relief with a tone of satisfaction that is comparable to a good night of you know what I am talking about....

sex in case you cant figure it out. Now there are scientists who actually "grow diamonds" using methane and oxygen which is nothing more than crystallized farts! And they say diamonds are a girl's best friend eh?

So anyway I think its time for me to tell you the truth. Well nothing humiliatingly funny happened to me yesterday. Atleast nothing that I know of. I just wrote that so you would be interested and hence read the rest of the story. Haha. Gotcha!

I should really get a life.

My Second Instrumental song I composed

Its called Moonlight...please do comment...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vrePIbfDEg

My Holidays. (Cheesy title. I know.)

Holidays! The sheer mention of it brings a smile, as broad as the equator! Doesn't it ?? They are the greatest thing since hoverboards. Oh Wait! They havent been invented yet. But they are great anyway.
Everyone plans to do something unusual and exciting in their holidays. Some plan to go skiing. Some plan to go scuba diving. Some plan to learn cooking. And some of us, the highly motivated ones, learn the art of warming the couch and letting the mind wander away into a distant fantasy land, ruled by the likes of Tom Cruise and Jim Carrey and Jennifer Aniston and Tom and Jerry, while the remote takes control. Its almost like meditation I tell you.

I come from a college where 95 % of my friends are from out of town. So naturally they crave to go back home during the holidays and when they do go back home, I am left all alone. So all the guys, with whom I would normally do all the.......well...."normal" stuff, leave me at this time of the year and I have to do it all by myself. (Are you thinking what I think you are thinking? You perv!)

Anyway, this time, I have promised to not let these holidays go to waste and instead, make a detailed plan and sketch out exactly what I will be doing during the holidays, and how I will be spending my time doing more productive work and use my free time more effectively and wisely.

Right. Its been 3 days and I havent even got a pen. (I prefer black.) (I don't know why I said that) (I think I am in love with the brackets "( )") (Sorry)

But I plan to keep you updated everyday with all the new things that I (will hopefully) learn, all the new stuff that I (will hopefully) do, all the new books that I will (hopefully) read and all the new places that I (will hopefully) travel to, during my holidays. I will try and refrain from getting any fatter. I will try to move my legs and arms and use them to do something other than push buttons on the remote and walk from the couch to the fridge and back. Sleeping in the afternoon for 4 hours is a total waste of time and I will try to not do it. At least try to not do it with my mouth open. Hopefully, some hot girl will drive down to my place in her brand new BMW, just to keep me motivated enough to not do the above mentioned stuff. Why would she drive down to my place?? Just! And maybe if I manage to do it right, we can go all south....for a drive in her car of course! (Perv!)

So its 1:15 AM. I think I'll sign off. Got a big day tomorrow. (not really). Loads of stuff to do. (not really). Got to wake up early and go jogging. (not really). So cya!

(really)

This Is Not A Poem

I did not do my laundry last week.
I did not clean my bike yet.
I havent fixed my guitar till now.
I havent got a haircut either.

I havent paid my phone bills and I havent cleaned the dishes.
I havent seen Lord of The Rings and
I havent yet changed the month on the calendar.

I havent told my friend how much I love her.
I havent paid attention in class either.
I havent tried to try as yet.

I havent shaved lately.
I havent studied much either.
I havent stopped wasting too much time and
I definitely havent started using all of it.

I didnt make my bed yesterday.
I havent completely kept in touch with all my friends.

I didnt do this.
I didnt do that.
I havent come here and
I havent gone there either.

But yesterday,
I did vote.

And I am proud to have done it.
Have you ?

Brain Flush #1

Strange.
Sometimes you can't hold on only because you can't let go.

Tennis Vs Pacman

I am bored, jobless and my bank account balance is nearly zero. I dont even have the money to buy shaving cream. Therefore now, I have fur growing on my face. Also, my super detergent washing powder is over. Which means I am officially out of clean clothes to wear for another couple of days. I still have my guitar though. Oh wait! My strings broken. Gaah...!!
Doesn't matter. I still have my orange juice.

So I was just browsing through the 2764757463547582576 different channels on my TV and I just came to know that world number two tennis player, Roger Federer, married his long term girlfriend, Mirka Vavrinec. Interesting eh? No? Okay.

Tennis is a funny game. It is unlike pacman you see. You cant play tennis while sitting on your couch. Or pause it to go and have a leak. Not real tennis anyway.

So I tried my hand at tennis a couple of days ago. Sure! You just have to hit the ball across the net and thats it, right? Well basically...yeah. But getting the ball across itself was a task as difficult as losing weight! For me anyway.
Heck! They even have a proper technique to holding the tennis ball! You dont just hold the ball and the racquet like how you think you would hold the ball and the racquet. Sometimes, if you are an absolute beginner and a person who absolutely loves to exaggerate things a lot, like me, there's a little rocket science involved too!

This is how you do it. Hold the tennis ball with your non-dexterous hand. This will enable you to hold the racket in your dominant hand, and be ready to hit the ball to your opponent. Now, when the ball is coming towards you, watch the flight of the ball very carefully. Make a mental note of the angle and the speed of the ball and use your high school geometry and algebra and physics to calculate the position of the ball, as to where it will be, after it has bounced and after it has stopped rising. Accordingly move to that position. Reading the flight path of the ball is vital to move to the right place. Otherwise you will miss the shot.

In Pacman, you just have to move the joystick in four different directions.

After my hugely successful round of playing tennis against my friend, in a real court, using a real net, I was promoted to play against the wall.

Yes. The wall !!



For those of you who don't know much about tennis, like me, the wall is a terrible opponent and let me tell you this - He is the best! No matter how good a player you are, he will always be better! I mean, he never gets tired. He will always return your shots. He is never at fault. He never talks. And he doesnt even get distracted by beautiful women. Or men. (I don't think he has feelings)

So naturally, I was a little frustrated with my friend for making me play against someone who doesnt even talk! I mean, who will I talk to in the middle of shots now? Instead, its just making me concentrate on my shots better! Its making me CONCENTRATE !! I can't even distract "the wall" with my funny antics! It doesnt even give me chance to do that! The other day, I was telling him a knock knock joke and I didn't even get to tell him who was on the other side of the door! He just stared blankly!

But all said and done, I can't deny the fact that I somehow still like tennis. Some of the outfits for girls are really cute! I mean REALLY cute!! :)
Besides that I kinda like hitting the balls. Everytime I hit it, with my racket of course, I get this weird pleasure of having really accomplished something! You should try it out too! With a racket of course.

But I'd still prefer to sip on a glass of orange juice, while I settle down on the couch in my non-clean clothes and unshaven face to play the best game ever - Pacman.



Anyday.

Improbable....But I Love Her Anyway

Ok. I know. Sometime back I must have said that I will never ever fall in love again and that no matter what, I will leave things to fate and destiny or something equally stupid like that. Well now, I would like to change my views a little.

Love is something that cannot be stopped at will. Or even be started at will. It doesn't have an on/off switch, which can be turned on/off at will. Scientifically, love is nothing but the chemical release of endorphines. But humanly, love is a tool......and more love is the end product.

I am still in love with her and more so than ever. She probably doesn't know this and maybe its better like that. Who knows? Who knows how she might react if I tell her that I love her so much that I would happily gift her my last chocolate? She obviously knows that chocolate to me, is what Adam is to Eve. Or worse still! How will she react when she comes to know that the more I see her, the more I feel like kissing that imperfectly cute nose of her's. The more I talk to her, the more I want to be lost with her. The more I look into her eyes, the harder it is for me to stop myself from kissing her, from not touching her lips. The harder it is for me to tell her just how much I love her.

If I were him, I would begin by looking into your eyes as I gently brush away your hair with my fingertips. As I look deep into your heart, I would run my fingers down your cheek and bring my index finger to your lips. I would ask you to close your eyes and feel the summer breeze rushing upon your skin. I would kiss you as I lower my hands into yours and our fingers will interlock as the scattered noises of the crowd and the surroundings drown into this moment of us. Thats what I would have done anyway. But all I have is just a handful of words to let you know what you mean to me.

I have learnt, that loving her, is a journey of finding her heart through the simplest ways. Her eyes, her lips and her touch, they are all just extensions of her inner beauty. Usually, the way a woman desires for her man to change, is considered a flaw, since its always upto the man whether he wants to change or not and acceptance is a significant part of love. However, when you take the time to discover her for everything that she is and find her intentions, its about letting her change you into the man you were always meant to be and allowing yourself to need her in order to become more than who you are.

You are someone with whom I can share all my deepest feelings and dreams with. It is my desire to make you laugh and cry and dream of many more beautiful things. You are the reason I find a new reason to redefine the redefinition of what it is to love.

Loving her has been a journey of realization. Realization of the many beautiful truths and candid moments, that would have otherwise gone unnoticed if it weren't for her. It is a journey of discovery. And finding beauty in her every movement. Like when she runs her fingertips along the empty walls of a lonely hallway. Or the time when she simply cups the palm of her small hands to cover her face as she sneezes. Or sometimes even when she is just sleeping. Doing nothing, yet simply doing everything. Her eyes closed, breathing gently, her soft cheeks resting without a doubt on her hands, while her playful mind wanders far far away, dreaming in another land.

But I have also learnt that sometimes the only thing that matters is just being there for her as best as you're able to, which is the reason why its the desire you have to build a connection with her and put yourself in her shoes. I want to make love with her. Not just to her. And there's a difference.

Loving you, as I discovered, is to give you the wings and still hope that you might stay. Loving you is to realize that your tears are not just tears, but beautiful heart cries instead. Loving you is to let you know that even though my eyes are closed and I am senseless to my surroundings, I am always awake for you. It is to let you know that I'll always wait for you.
I still love you.

Evening Tea

Took some space and I cleared my head
Confused as I am I was told here to wait
So I'll wait...for you,
You know its true.

Straight as I may seem, but I am not
Twisted you might think with the words I plot
But I am just a plain boy
I just want some simple joy.

Chocolate bunny its all planned and ready
Take your time I want nothing too fancy
Im a hollow cone I need some ice cream,
Vanilla chocolate anything to share this dream

Come to me dear girl, we'll let our stories be told
If you lose your way I'll take you where you wanna go
Cover me, love me and surround me
Beautiful girl would you like to share my evening tea?

Classroom Love

She is like the blue moon that once came into my life
She stayed in my heart like the love in a mother's eyes

She's like the morning flower, smells so sweet and serene
She's like the moonlight on the snow on a late late evening

She's the like the warm breeze that blows through the gentle leaves
She is the goodnight kiss that puts the baby to sleep

She is the soft silk cushion that I can fall back on anytime
She's the little drops of joy on a little glass of wine

She's the view from the mountains, makes you feel on top of the world
She's the breath of fresh air that leaves you warm on a morning so cold

She's the silhouette couple on a sunset beach
She's the romance in the light that I will always seek.

Tea. A True Story.

So. You had a long day and you're tired and all you can think of doing is just going back home, throwing yourself into that great fluffy and comfy couch and sip a great cup of tea! But a man in the kitchen, by nature's law, is almost never going to produce something good. Or even edible for that matter. That's why God created pizza parlours and coke. Of course, exceptions are always there.

But lets take a look at the different scenarios, where a man tries to make himself a good cup of tea after the long day that he has had. Remember. We're talking about the male species here.

Scene 1

1. Goes into the kitchen.
2. Gets dazed by all the different, weird shaped and shiny apparatuses, that is supposedly used to cook food.
3. Gives up and then calls for pizza along with coke.
   

Scene 2

1. Somehow, manages to pick the right vessel.
   
2. Pours the milk into it while spilling most of it all over.
   
3. Puts the milk on stove to boil.
   
4. Goes and watches a little TV while waiting for the milk to boil.
   
5. Completely forgets about the milk while watching How I Met Your Mother.
   
6. Realizes much much much much later, that burnt milk is of no use, even to the cat. So...
7. Gives up and then calls for pizza along with coke.
   

Scene 3

1. Puts milk in the vessel.
2. Puts eggs along with a little bit of oregano seasoning. Puts 3 teaspoons of tea powder and 2 teaspoons of salt. A pinch of sugar. A bowl of half ripe tomatoes cut into squares. Throws in last night's pizza topping. Removes the cheese though.
   
3. Realizes he doesn't know what the hell he is cooking.
   
4. Throws it away.
5. Calls for pizza along with coke.

Scene 4

1. Calls his beloved mother on the phone to ask her how to make tea.
2. Realizes he has no balance on his phone.
3. Goes to the nearest pizza parlour and orders for a pizza along with coke.

Scene 5

1. Picks the right vessel.
2. Pours exactly the right amount of milk with the right amount of tea powder and sugar.
3. Waits for exactly 2 minutes before he gets the perfect brown colour that a perfect cup of tea is meant to have along with the perfect aroma.
   
4. Decides he wants to have pizza and coke instead.
5. So he orders a pizza along with coke.

Scene 6


These are the exceptions that I mentioned before.


So, after thinking about it for a long time, I have decided that I will marry a beautiful wife, who, apart from listening to all my non-sense and putting up with all the "manly" stuff that I do, will also happily make me a cup of great tea at the end of the day! While I, continue to do what the male species is best suited to do - watch TV, throw smelly socks all over the couch, burp, refuse to take a bath, burp yet again and basically make the world a better and a happier place to live in.

Exam Time !

Believe it or not, my favourite time of the college year is the exam time!

Yes. Call me a nerd, call me a geek, but I love the exam time.

There is so much more to it than just trying to cover the humungous syllabus, and scoring some decent marks. It’s almost like a festival of its own kind. And whether you like it or not, you HAVE to be a part of the celebrations!

Apart from the usual ritual of last minute note-taking, there would be the calling up of all reliable “sources” to get enough study material, discovering new syllabus almost every hour, and the settling in of the kind of nervous excitement, that makes even the biggest couch potatoes (not me of course) rush to various study groups with big stacks of paper, carefully lodged in their hands. The usually empty canteen tables, would now be buzzing with students of all different shapes, sizes and hairstyles - thin, fat, round, square, hexagonal and even a few with wigs! The steel table that once lay naked, would now be covered with cups of hot chocolate and coffee, amidst countless sheets of paper, lying confused everywhere! It’s like a scene right out of an 80’s spy thriller where, a team of intelligence agents would be gathered around a table, racking their brains trying to break the code and eventually, solve the mystery. Well, in a way, studies are sort of a mystery. To me anyway.

The mighty stairs, that once used to bear the burden of a thousand feet, climbing up and down every day, now humbly serves as a seating arrangement for girls and boys, who could be found talking to each other with the sort of excited look on their faces, that you would usually expect to see when a wife tells her husband that he is going to become a father! There would be emotions ranging from being surprised to being anxious. Sometimes a sweet and wonderful discovery. And sometimes not such a pleasant one. And of course, nervousness. Oh you know the feeling...right? The one where the only string of expression running through your mind is like – “Holy shit! This much is left??” or “What do I do?? What do I do??” or something like - “WOW! I have no idea what I just read!!” This is usually accompanied by trembling legs, shaky hands, increased heart beats, sweaty foreheads and in some rare cases, uncontrollable release of gases due to nervous tension building inside. All this is a part of the celebrations you see.

The night before the exam is the most fun though. For once, you are allowed to lock yourself up in your room and not get disturbed at all! You can do anything inside!!! But, of course, its your exam the next day. So all you can really do, is study and revise, rather than do “other” stuff. But if you are like me, you would anyway continue to do all that “other” stuff. Calls to friends, just to check on how they are doing, are again a common practice. Its funny how these supposed to be short calls, sometimes, unexpectedly turn into surprisingly long conversations that have nothing to do with the following day’s exam! Which, in a way, I think, is wonderful! I mean, the peace and quiet of the night time, the topic of conversation, which is mostly irrelevant, but still interesting and the whole point of having it right before the exam sort of creates a fond memory, which when you recall later, definitely puts a smile on your face! :-)

And of course! The best part!! Writing the exam itself! It’s really quite amazing how a simple piece of paper can bring about so many different expressions on so many different people. Some of us are excited. Some of us are nervous. But most of us are just plain confused and bewildered and really have no idea about absolutely anything! If you ask, this is what goes on in most of our minds when we go through the question paper –

Q.1 Oh fork! I am screwed!
Q.2 Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
Q.3 Damn it! I know this!!
Q.4 What the fork is this???
Q.5 This doesn’t make any sense! Why am I even trying to answer this???
Q.6 Hmmm...
Q.7 Zzzzz....zzzzzzz...zzzzzz.....zzzzzz.....
Q. 8 Zzzzzz....snorrr......zzzzz.....snorr......
Q.9 Huh!? What?! Oh yeah...where was I??
Q.10 La Di Dum Dum...Fala Di Doo Doo....Rum Pum Pum...(all this, while drawing cartoon figures on the question paper)

After handing over the answer sheet to the invigilator, its a common practice for us to discuss each and every question with friends and unsurprisingly enough, we realize that each one of us have written answers that aren’t even remotely close to the actual correct answer. Sometimes they don’t even belong to the same subject!
After a quick analysis of the paper, what usually follows is the practice of most of us just lingering around talking about unimportant things, yet again, until later, when it would hit us that we had another paper to give next day. Yet another night of stupid talk on the phone follows. And the same routine would continue.

You see, this is why I absolutely love the exam time. There is so much that keeps on happening everywhere around us. We see so many new things. We do so many new things. So much life in every character. There are moments, of course, when people would get fed of their studies and totally give up. And that is when the most mundane topics of discussion come up, which seem to make more sense than book studies. And that’s when we discover something absolutely ordinarily new about life. Sometimes it’s big. Sometimes it’s small. But as long as its you who discovered it, it makes you happy. And happy is all you can ever want to be, isn’t it?

I’d like to make two very important points now.

1. I like orange juice in the morning, and
2. I really don’t know how to end this topic.

Judgement Day

Hey! Do you remember the times when you had this hollow feeling in your stomach, when your knees would go week, your palms and your face would become sweaty, and your heart would involuntarily start beating faster and faster in anticipation of something? Ya? Well...the most common scenario when this can happen to most of us is either when you are about to pop the question to your girlfriend, or when you are about to ask your dad for extra money. Or...isnt it exactly how you feel, just when you are about to throw up?

Well anyway, last week, I had the privilege of discovering a similar situation. Only this time my heart was literally in my mouth (okay, maybe not literally) and every nerve in my body had gone haywire and made a major mess inside!

If you happen to walk into the canteen on a typical day, you would be greeted with the sound of crunchy burgers, slurping colas and apart from people just lazing around you and usually having pointless conversations , you could see a huge line infront of the counter.
But it wasn't a typical day. No no.
My results were out! MY BLOODY RESULTS WERE OUT!!!

The air around was like a mixture of excitement, chaos, and lots and lots of talk! Every corner in the canteen was filled with people with all sorts of expressions on their faces. Some tiny guy with big glasses was particularly ecstatic! He got 97% and he had almost decided to give everyone in the canteen a treat! But alas! That never happened. Most were busy comforting their friends. Others, still had to get the news.

I sorta knew how my result would turn out this semester, but that still did not stop the sweaty hands and the shaky knees. I knew I had to go and collect my card. The universe wanted me to collect the card. There was no way I could avoid this!

With all the courage in me (and my best friend for moral support) I slowly moved towards the office. Now, I dont know if this happens in particular to me or to everyone in general, but some professors seem to get some worldly pleasure when they hand over the marksheet to students who are...well...you know...the kind that you and I would usually hang out with...not the other kind. Their faces seem to curl up with this "Ha-Ha-You-got-a-D-minus-and-ha-ha-you-are-grounded" sort of evil grin that makes me even more nervous.
As the number of poeple between my destiny (whether I would get dinner that night) and me decreased, the more I hoped for some miracle to happen and prayed that I pass in all my subjects!!

Finally. It was my turn. I stood in front of the professor.

"Whats your PRN number?"
"100", I replied.
"Hmmm..."

I am so sure I heard the devil laugh somewhere as he looked up at me once again...

"Mriganka Bhuyan?"
"Yeah"
"Here you go. Sign here please."

I signed wherever it was necessary and I grabbed the pink paper and just left the room.

Now, there are two ways to end this post. Either
1. You will find out how much I got

OR

2. You wont

Guess what happens?

One Tree. Not Two

" Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and an accident. Your Mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree, not two."

- Captain Corelli's Mandolin

Logic vs Instinct

I found out that the toughest thing for me to do is to really trust my instinct, and go with that instinct.

For instance -

One fine evening, after our jam session got over, I just felt like having an ice candy. I was just tired and a lil bit hungry. I took out my month's last 5 rupees from the pocket and handed it over to the guy at the shop and sat in the car all ready to go home. It was a nice ice candy. It was an orange ice candy.
Now, I am a very careful and good driver. I always obey the traffic rules and signals, I keep within the speed limit, and I let old grannies cross the road in peace. Although occasionally, I do decide to have a good race with a passing bullock cart. Blame it on the raging hormones.

Anyway, this evening seemed particulary different.

One. I seemed to get distracted by a lot of things, flashy signboards being one of those. I had "almost accidents" like a billion times on my way home.

And two. They were playing all my favourite songs on the radio.

At a distance, I could see the green light turn into amber. I knew, there was no way I was going to make it across the signal on time. So I just put my car on neutral and left the rest of it to momentum. As my car finally came to a halt, a girl on her scooter stopped right next to me but a little ahead of my seat, such that I couldn't see her face. It was dark and half the street lights were out. As far as I could make out, she was wearing a black top and blue jeans and her scooter was black in colour.
Now the funny thing is, my friend happened to be wearing the exact same thing that very same day. And she too had a black scooter! Why she even had the same length of hair, and her physique was really the same as this girl!! And even the initial two letters of the number plate were infact...did you guess it right? - the same!!

Now every bit of my instinct told me that she could NOT be the same friend.
But my great mind, seeing all the co-incidences, simply decides to logically deny the fact that there CAN be so many similarities and co-incidences, and instead, decides to give the "friend" a playful hit on the back, accompanied by the loudest "wassup??!!" ever said by me!!

What happened next....is anyone's guess.

I got the weirdest and the most intimidating look of my life. And that too coming from a girl who due to no fault of mine, seemed to resemble my friend a lot! It was so embarassing, I felt like squeezing myself with a lemon sqeezer and just slipping down the seat to hide my face. Dont ask me why lemon sqeezers.

I had to literally beg for her to forgive me! Somehow, I was able to convince her with my part of the story. And since the light was just a few seconds away from turning green, she decided to NOT go to the police station and file a complaint against me for trying to sexually harass her by tapping her on the back and instead, thankfully just took off!

Here's what a conversation between my instinct and my brain would have sounded like...

BRAIN: Do you think thats my friend?
INSTINCT: No. I really dont think thats her.
BRAIN: But look at the number of co-incidences. Chubby girl. Black top. Blue jeans. Black scooter. Same number plate even! I mean what are the chances?
INSTINCT: Look! There can be so many co-incidences. Somehow I feel its not her.
BRAIN: Shut up! You are just confused! That IS her!
INSTINCT: Im telling you its not her!
BRAIN: Instinct! Shut the fork up and sit quitely!
INSTINCT: But but...
BRAIN: I am far superior to you! I have logic and you dont! So shut up!!!
INSTINCT: But but...
BRAIN: Here...I'll prove it to you that she is my friend! I'll just tap her on the back and...
INSTINCT: Nooooooooo.....!!!
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BRAIN: ____________________________

(Brain just had a brainfreeze. I think it was the ice candy.)

First Feelings...

Why do they say that we can never forget our first love? Is it because they know that there's gonna be a second? Or a third? Or maybe even more?

I remember the feeling when I first fell in love. I would walk with a funny and mysterious grin on my face, which usually made people wonder what's wrong with me. I was insanely in love with colours and all coulourful stuff...chocolate ice-creams, polka dots, ribbons, pastries, fruits, etc. I would sometimes spend my afternoons lazing around eating apples and oranges, while ofcourse thinking about my first all the time. If I had a really nice late night conversation with my first, I would usually wake up next morning with a humungous smile on my face. Ofcourse, it would turn into shock and denial as my Mum would pour cold...COLD water on my face!

These are some of the feelings I remember distinctly...and ofcourse there are more, but I don't remember them now...

Till then...I'll be in the canteen eating chips that don't belong to me...

Happy Birthday Bhaaluu!!

Yesterday was my best friend's happy birthday!
She turned 19. And boy! Was she happy!! She was like a radioactive person radiating happiness and joy all around wherever she went! Even the grumpiest of people would find it really really hard, not to smile when she is around. She has a beautiful aura. Well...she is a beautiful person. She just hates buying Toblerones.

Anyway... like all birthdays, this one too, started at midnight. She probably started getting a lot of phone calls, probably had to reply to a lot of messages, probably had to say thank you to a lot of people. As for me, I was fast asleep. And I would have continued doing so if it wasn't for her life threatening message that suddenly popped into my head.

"If you forget to wish me on my birthday, you wait and watch!! I'll get a nice big cactus plant and poke you left right and centre! Mercilessly!! "

Now, cactus plants aren't exactly the softest things to get poked with. I would have much preferred cotton pillows filled with extra soft feather, but of course, that wouldnt happen.

So needless to say, I got up from my sleep at 3 in the morning and wished her happy birthday. We talked for a while and we made plans to meet up with the whole gang at around 3-330 in the afternoon. But again. When do plans go accordingly?

She made us wait for over an hour! Not that we were doing anything worthwhile. We were just a bunch of lazy people, with all the free time in the world. So we decided to use our free time productively.

HAHA! That never happened.

So we were getting restless and started taking another friend's case. We went and had some tea. Discovered a hundred different ways to keep yourself entertained with a broomstick (jaaroo). And we also learnt that, to pass 90 minutes of waiting time effortlessly, you either need to be born with the gift of being able to talk and talk and talk, or have a Nintendo with you. And we had neither.

Finally after the endless wait for the little tiny girl, Vaibhav's phone beeps. A new message - I've reached!

We all took our positions as she paid the rickshawala and made her way to the parking lot. Armed with our deadly gifts, we waited. We waited as she unsuspiciously came closer to us....closer....closer still....

She sat down. Put her bag next to her. As she calmly waited for us with no clue as to what's in store for her, we sneaked closer towards her.........and.............3...............2................1 !!! We all exploded!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

And as we all expected, there was a biiiiiiiiiiiiiig snug smile spread across her face! Obviously, we also couldn't hide our happiness! We hugged her, we wished her, we gave her our gifts, which was followed by a lot of " thank you's "from her side, and the atmosphere, suddenly seemed to become so much lighter.
Mission successful !!! ...well...somewhat...

Sadly, her hair was looking insanely beautiful, and her face was so bright, it seemed as if she had swallowed an extra helping of joy and now it was showing on her face. So that meant no bday cake on her face and hair. Sigh! Anyway...the guys gave her the gifts. I gave her my gift. A small photo session happened. In-between Consta ate the cake. And basically, we were all happy.

We decided to take her to this wonderful place called "The Riverview".

According to her, it was the most perfect place. It was an open restaurant. The moon was out, busy playing hide and seek with the clouds and the trees. A slight evening breeze wafted across the table, blowing her hair, as gently as a soft tickle. The little candles, adding its dreamlike charm to the evening magic. And the city just magically transformed into floating lights, away into the night. That was all that she had asked for. Oh wait! She also asked for some chicken.

We laughed. We joked. We had experiments with camera phones and candles. It was nice. Soon the food came. And soon it got over. And finally the evening also had to end as she had to leave for her hostel. Sigh! It was such a beautiful evening with such wonderful people. What more could you really ask for?

Bhaaluu!!! Thank you!!! For the lovely day and the most wonderful evening!!! Really can't wait for your next birthday!! Grow old fast!

Poop! Crap! Shit! Bingabingabingabinga!!

Ashes to ashes,dust to dust
A man's got to go when he must.
Out in the fields where there ain't no flush
Drop your pants and try not to blush.
Squat down,push hard,drop it like it's hot,
Wipe off, get up, hope you haven't missed a spot.
Zip up,look up, feel one with the stars miscellaneous
After all you just got in touch with Uranus

Yappy Hew Near !!

It was that time of the year again!!
Great discounts, awesome food, live music, colourful streets and of course, network issues! The chilly last night of December, always, seems to magically turn into a warm fairy tale, complete with fairies in their white dresses, free flowing champagne, confetti rising in the air, people dancing to great music and cakes, chocolates, pastries and beautiful women!! Its a merry time, as everyone plans to bid goodbye to the old year and welcome the new year! Couples want to make it a special occasion, friends want to have the best time together, children want to eat the ice cream and watch the fireworks, families go out and celebrate and have a great time together, and politicians......well I don't exactly know what they do. And to make this last day of the year special and eventful, everyone makes plans. Everyone, but a bunch of lazy friends, which umm...includes me as well.

Before I go ahead with the story it is better if you know a little bit about my friends.
Shane is the guy who dresses up very nicely and is always in the mood to dance.
Aalap is the guy mostly seen with torn jeans and a Rammstein t-shirt who thinks his almost 5 year old Maruti 800 is a beast capable of doing what, even a Lamborghini can't do.
The guy with the long unkempt hair would be Vishal. A creative genius, he wears shorts in the cold.
Karen and Sonali. Two best friends. They are both girls.
And me. I am single.

So, the night starts. Shane and Aalap, both reach my place about 8 30 in the evening. I have a little food, put on a white tee and blue jeans (always works), bid goodbye to my parents and join them to have "fun" in the night. Basically have a blast! We hadn't really planned anything The best plans are the ones, that are never planned. Or so we thought.

We were quite wrong.

A 5 minute drive later, we are at Vishal's place. We planned to meet up and then go and have dinner at some nice place, with maybe a little jazz playing in the background, if lucky maybe even ask a few girls out and then finally top it up with whiskey flavoured ice-cream.
But when did plans ever work?
Vishal was too lazy, moreover his money was stolen by his maid, Aalap was busy playing my guitar, Shane was busy lamenting the fact that he turned down the offer to go to an awesome party with Karen and Sonali, and instead, hang around with 2 decently dressed guys and a guy in shorts, and I...well I was searching for chocolates in the fridge. After a lot of arguments, discussions and 2 chocolates later, we finally decided on what to do for the night and how to celebrate, have a blast and generally have a good time!

We decided we would order pizzas. Yup! And oh yeah...Minute Maid Pulpy Orange and Mazaa too! Non-alcoholic. We also planned to watch a movie.

Now, deciding to have pizzas and watch a movie was a different thing. But deciding on which pizzas to have and which movie to watch was a whole different battle altogether!

Spicy chicken?
No!
Why not?!
Maybe, but not too much cheese!
But they just started cheese burst!!
How about Chicken Barbeque??
Hmm...that sounds nice..!
Where's the loo?
Can we order veg too??
Do they have discounts??
Where's the loo???

After a zillion seconds of group discussions and rejections, finally we decided to have spicy chicken. Now the size.

Medium?
But will it be sufficient for four?
No medium is too small! Lets go for large!!
Who's gonna have large??
Medium is fine!
How about extraaa large??
Let's cook the food!
How big is medium?
Eh! I found an awesome tune!
I think one large and one medium should be fine!
How about 2 medium sized pizzas??!

It was worse than a parliamentary debate.

Finally we ordered one medium and one large pizaa. And some Minute Maid and Mazaa to accompany. Deciding the movie was much easier though. Only thing was the external hard disk started to act funny and refused to play us the movie. No matter how much we pleaded, begged, slapped, disconnected and reconnected it, it simply wouldn't play! Stupid hard disk!
Fortunately Vishal had Russel Peter's on his laptop!! YAY!!

Thank God for Russel Peters! He saved the night!

Or so we thought...again...

Somewhere in the middle of Russel abusing the Arabs, and the Minute Maid almost getting over, Shane had this sudden urge of going and meeting someone...you know...someone...
This someone stayed in a far far away land...and Aalap being the one who owns the Lamborghini...I mean Maruti 800, had to drop Shane there. Aalap forced me to go with him or else he would never pay me the cash he owed me. Vishal was...just lazy. So it was Aalap, Shane and me, once again, in the car, going to a far far away land, to meet Shane's someone.

It wasn't all that bad actually...we got to see a couple of drunken people abusing the lamp posts! Funny..hehe..

We reached back after about an hour or so, and all of us were too sleepy to do anything. So we joined the beds, almost forgot to wish each other good night, did our thing at the loo, and somehow managed to go to sleep. The lights went off at about 1 a.m. in the morning.

Well...come to think about it, it wasn't all that bad. Sure, there was no great music, no awesome food, and definitely no cute girls, but somehow this will be a new year that, probably all of us will remember for quite a long time..
Aalap, who had plans of getting drunk that night, did not have a single beer. Shane got dressed up for the guys. Vishal lost his money. And as for me... well...I am still single!


Oh! by the way...