Au Courant

YA, thats what i nicknamed this post of mine, bcoz thats one de facto element missing in this blog..so now that i decide to assemble my thoughts over the week's jamboree, y suddenly font looks so mellowed down..better change it to black, n u can now very well assume that author has an unending cornucopia ( dont blame me, i learned tht recently ) of time to play with despite his liason with CAT-- ( WTF !!!!!! only 3 months left ), tête-à-tête with taapu (miss u ), food hunting expeditions..
lots been happening over the week, rather month with class on virtual official leave ( who said engineering was boring and hard work ) and i, having accosted with situation of near enough hostel arrest. its been one helluva of CL-week with incessant mocks, FLT..its like u are in a 7 screen multiplex, where audiences keep jostling from one show to other visciously, only to discover that the protagnist in the show is being played by themselves...
its not surprising that i keep having these nightmares about this gaunty zomby person lying alone in a forested land, his carcass being hurled by the banshees with sobriquets featuring TAT, XAT,FLT,MOCKS,SNAP..blahblah..booboo..n various other accomplices to donate to the sacrificial spirit CAT 06...
thuddddddddd !!! grow UP, oh sorry abt these ramblings, it often happens to CL-ites " be a one or be left out to compete against none"..
as for the idiot box, if there is any such in our palatial hostel, we are left to mercy of apna bhartiya DD..one can give 1000 reasons to hate it...though F! season is on a swing with schumi
the legendry lone warrior, reincarnating from the ashes calling the shots..but what he has achieved is only the tip of iceberg..5 races remaining, go Alonso go...n along goes million bucks with the champion..Though birdie tells me that kimi might be signing with ferrari fr 5 years and getting payed 190 million, handsomely (this is only a minor word to describe the collosal amount )
As for college trivia, there nothing new unheard of, same ol companies and polity wacking their minds to loot the maximum cash..long live MACT MACT...
its time that I go and gorge on the delicacies being prepared in the mess or call it 'nose' the food..ya thats another thing i came to know, as ur tongue is capable of recognizing only 4 types of tastes, but nose can recognize 200 different smells..so next time u move to your mess, be sure to nose it before you eat !!!!!

D-tour
After a long hiatus, am back to my college life..yeh, its fourth year for me..along with constant ramblings, hustles n bustles,college gabs, borin lectures, blood sucking professors,night talks n gudnites theres lot to look forward to or cater to..
so wht shd a person do with rains incessantly pouring outside, nirvana running on your laptop..as for me i decided to write this post..ya i know, this idea might suck for the reason who wouldnt want to go enjoy himself in those rains !!
nyways i happen to remember this outing of mine during the vacations, if u can call them tht, to THE most coveted, thirst quenching,eye pooping,pulse racing, no re not a resturant but Ahemedabad's ( yup gujju land )prized jewel IIM- ahmedabad..
for ny outsider its a dream to enter the hallowed portals of the esteemed insti n gaze upon its exteriors, the brainy chaps n what do exactly managers look like..
Though wont get surprised if u are nt able to find some of these, bcoz IIM is quite like any other college,campus as common as most others but still has a presence that makes one feel special being there..
one thing that strucks you the most is the stark presence of circular voids in building architecture, which is said to be picked up from gothic architecture..
each building exterior that u happen to pay visit has a presence of circle or semi circle in it, makin it quite intigruing...
building looks r nythin but lavish..its has quite a rustic feel to it...
but apart from the infrastructure or the facilities, wht makes the place standout is the students or so called 'to be future managers'..it makes the person strive for tht extra thing to get to that place n be a part of it..
guess thats the whole essence of it n quite a underlying factor which makes a place buzz with energy..
nothin more to tell, will keep u posted more if i secure a seat there..hehehe..
keep blogging.....

Found this really good article on net... A must read

May Be The Future Is Like This :-Reservation

Sun is rising as usual in the east. Im standing here outside theschool,waiting for my 10 yr kid. He studies in class 2. Only this yearhe could get admission into the school. For the last5 yrs, admissionswere closed for the general category students.School bell rings. I can see a lot of happy children coming out of thegate, i waited for half an hour and my kid came at last after otherchildren.Genaral students are not allowed to cross the gate unless otherOBC/SC/ST students have crossed the gates.OBC/SC/ST fathers drive away their children in classy cars. But i hv towalk back home with my kid a 5km stretch. I lost my car some years backwhen Govt. came with a rule that general people have to deposit a taxequal to cost of their cars. Failing which i had to sell the car. As faras buses are concerned, the seats in buses are reserved for OBC/SC/ST.So no place there also.After walking some 5km in scorching heat i finally reached home.
It was wednesday ... shit , no electricity.Every mon,wed,thu,sat is power cutin the houses of General category population .So that SC/ST/OBC can beuplifted by providing them with every opportunity and in thatconsideration electricity is an important factor.Its 10:00 pm in night no electricity at home. Its very hot inside the four walls of home .So i dare to step out in park with my wife and kid.I seated myself with my family on a secluded bench in garden. It was hardly 5 min ...a guard came to us strolling in the park.He asked me what caste you belong to. I said with some hesitation .. G..General.He asked me to paya fine of Rs.200 and get out of the park.My Fault...The bench I was sitting on was meant for again the SC/ST/OBC. For their upliftment, peace of mind is an essential things. So govt came with this decision to reserve benches for them.Kudos to them...
Its early in the morning ...the newspaper wala just knocked the door.I took the newspaper and started reading ..,its independence day . i never used to forget this days some 20 yrs back. My kid hardly knows wat 15th august is,because i never told him any stories of greatness of our country or anything realted to country.I don't feel like telling him the failures after freedom.On front page of newspaper, in a corner their is a news about a OBCmember getting 6 months impriosonment in "BAL SUDHAR GRAHA" from ajuvenile court for murdering a six year old girl. Yes the rules havebeen amended ,since the last 5 years.The Culprit was a 25 year old OBCso age relaxation was provided for trial of crime.So he was taken to juvenile court, since there is an age relaxation for OBC/SC/ST.About 11 am some one gave me the BAD news about demise of one of my neighbour and friend Mr.Mehta. I went to his house for condolence nextday,his body was lying there still rotting in the heat.I asked his son about the Cremation .His son told me " Many reserved category have died yesterday so we are not getting entry to creamtion ground ". This ruleis the latest from Govt.Where the seats in creamtion ground will be reserved for SC/ST/OBC for their upliftment. Finally next day Mehta jiwas creamted.i could see the sun setting through the Flames burning alibarated Body, liberated from caste n creed.I was surprised sun still sets in the west.?It was about 9 pm , i was about to sleep in my bed my son came to mewith innocence in his eyes , inquisitively he asked me the question: "what is reservation?" I asked him where u listened that .He suddenly burst in tears .. i asked him to keep..quiet.But i could listen through his sobs "mujhe bhi reservation chahiye".How can i convince him its no other toy in the market i can get for him?He kept cryin that night ,claiming many of "his classmates have got reservation".To make him quiet i said ok ,I'll buy you reservation at your nextB'day.HOPE he understands the bloody concept soon

LOST in Flashback

Yes, now that I can see the end of my exams (phew!!), I can return back to my good old fokutting days, only to be met with the horrendous situation of placements and companies by the end of the week. Guess they say it right, that happiness always comes in attractive little packages only to be trampled by ever brewing troubles.But why dread now, when it’s raining outside. That’s only a figurative way of saying it, who wouldn’t love to see droplets of water in this summery weather.Talking of flashback, since that’s what I titled this post as, it was heartning to see resurgence of good old schumi in formula 1 yesterday..That was his second consecutive win...Ferrari has really turned the heat on...
Other thing that has kept me goin these days apart from exams and my weekly trips in search of food is the coming of Abc’s sitcom LOST second season…This is one thing u love about hostel..Access to anything, anytime...
For those who have seen the first season cant wait to get their hands on second…drama and suspense simply makes it irresistable…so out we were in the midst of exams to have a peek-a-boo into the mystery and sat for the first two episodes…I wouldn’t annoy you by disclosing the plot, but how lovely it would be to tell about the ‘others’ or the raft that had sawyer and michael…or the hatch that Lock tried so hard to open contains…..





Guess should tell you now……










That it has…..





Now that u have managed to read till this with patience, wouldn’t test more of it….







By simply blabbing in order to stretch this post…











Though hold Ur excitement, as first two episodes make u think whether it really was the lost that kept u hooked to your seat or if they are trying a new strategy to promote Trp rating...admist the mystery of other people on the island and the hatch, what u see is a long series of boring and stretched flashbacks and gibberish talk between michael and sawyer..I don’t know what is with that guy michael, but just a apperance of him in any scene makes u wanna kick his ass or skip the episode..His character is being chalked out so disgustingly boring.His super affection for his son will keep u agitated for many more episodes...I guess if the producers of the sitcom really wanted to stretch the serial, they could have thought of counsulting aamchi ekta kapoor (producer with k factor) and achieved valuable tips on 1001 ways to frustrate people and have extra marital affairs…But what they did manage to achieve is put in more mystery masala,which makes u indulge in finding or jotting endless series of connections, who met whom, why is he here, what does he really want and wat nots. Kate looks more mesmerising than ever and sawyer is as rascally as before.
Well am off to watch the rest of episodes, hope they turn out better than the previous…Stay cool and better not get LOST…..

It's Pj time

Thought u all might have got bored by now making a sense out of my idiosyncrasies, i thought why not give u some refresher ( read : "why always me" ), so started this new section of PJ ( call it poor, plebeian, pathetic, passable, parodic.....cant rem any more p's jokes ) dedicated to my dear friends sachin and abhiram and their bond called ASPA....
Here goes the first one :

A Sardarji joined a big Multi National Company as a trainee. On his first day he dialed the pantry and shouted into the phone,"Abey saale! Get me a coffee quickly!" The voice from the other side responded,"You fool you've dialed the wrong extension! Do you know who you're talking to, dumbo?" "No", replied the trainee. "It's the Managing Director of the company, you fool!" The Sardarji shouted back, "And do you know who YOU are talking to, you fool?" "No.", replied the Managing Director. "Good!", replied the Sardarji and put the phone down!

Fell free to post your versions....

Some things you may never probably hear a gal discuss or say ::

1> Her age
2> Her weight
3> I dont wanna go for shopping
4> SRK'S acting makes wanna puke out
5> Am i looking too old for this dress??
6> Brad pitt reminds me of anniston's father
7> I wanna watch wrestling today...give me a hell yeah..
8> One should always arrive for a date on time..
9> That bald professor looks soo cute..
10> I hate sunsets and candlelight dinners
11> Television and k serials are not my cup of tea..
12> Weddings are not occassions to check out other people's clothes...
13> I dont have time for makeup..
14> Mine boyfriend is better than his..
15> Can i have your phone number??
16> My mobile never runs out of balance...
17> You are so truthful
18> I love when they apply butter and ghee on paratha and rotis
19> I wanna go to the stadium to watchthe india australia match
20> I love to be in driver's seat when going for a long drive ..
21> Can i F--K u ???

CLASSIC HOURS

Long since I wrote a post...its been start of my blogging career and am wondering sitting in my hostel room what to write when exams are around the corner and your mind stops working anything out since it already has so much shit inside...And when u have nothing to write about, best thing anyone can do is become a film critic...not the sterotypes one which go on carping about the movie as if the director had commited the biggest mistake of his life by making it...Anyways let me tell u about this movie I watched few hours ago named CLASSIC with sachin, abhi and suri...Its an out and out korean film directed by kwak jae yong,yup the same bloke who directed sassy girl (might sound like a film analyst now, but bear with me for few lines) starring Son-yeh Jin and Cho Seung-woo. Well no points for guessing which of these are the actor and actress. Even we couldn’t figure that out until the out when we eagerly waited for the titles. But to our dismay that too came in Korean.Though the movie is a must see for those romantic love buds. For girls, carrying a napkin or tissue might be advisable. Admit it or not no guy likes a peevy whiny partner.
Story is set in South Korea starting with a gal named chi-hye, ya that’s her name, reminiscing about her mother’s past and the love of her life. Film goes into flashback showing love story between chi hye’s mother and her love named Chun-ha (in the film u might hear as it being pronunced as Jun-ha supposedly mistaken for a guy coming from junhagadh). And like all aamchi bollywood films theres a twist with the girl being already affianced to Chun-ha best friend Tae-su.Flashback runs in parallel with the protagonist’s own love triangle with guy named sang-min and her friend.And as all this turmoil unruffles in second half, u get what many term as “ And they lived happily ever after ending”. If u thought we would end then, listen to this. As we started discussing about a scene in the movie where the hero tries to capture a firefly from the bushes for his love and nature’s beauty suddenly corroborates their union with its mesmerising colours and play, we ponder upon the possibility of finding a local firefly (jugnu) in our very own gwalior or bhopal and reached a conclusion that if not for the jugnu, option of finding mosquitos though not coloured is much better. Imagine a romantic night with moon and stars out and two lovers engaged in their activity of catchin (read squashing) mosquitos with the one turning out with maximum signifying his/her greater love for the other. Or how about the ideaof taking a fly (makkhi) and attaching a led to it for that luminescent glow of a firefly. Maybe I should have taken up this idea for my minor project for this semester. Before anyone patents it , I better run ahead while u people concentrate on your tasks instead of listening to my no-sense talk……

How to live like a prince on the budget of a pauper??
Alpha to Charlie…………
Charlie: Charlie on line sir.
Alpha: Operation here has been brought to standstill. Send immediate cash replacements...
Charlie: Sorry sir, we have run out of our cash supplies.
Alpha: but, how could this possibly be, hello……...hello? are u on line ?
Voice from phone: Line you have been calling has been permanently disconnected …

If this situation prevails at war field, position back home ain’t any surreal and trivial. How often have we longed for an access-all-things pass, but got stranded due to unavailability of sufficient cash .
The portrait of an average college goer that strikes your mind foremost – fun loving, little lazy, dexterous, well dressed, and kanjoos fellow. Yes you heard the last one right, behind all the glitz and glamour lies a stingy and perennially out-of-cash sort of person. ‘Bindaas masti’ seems to be leitmotif of these hell raisers. You may be the boy or girl with the golden spoon at your home, but when it comes down to college, even the kingpins taste the dust. For this is the place where the probability of finding cash on your hands is equivalent to that of finding water in Rajesthan, snowfall in Kerela or a multiplex in Bhopal. Behind the flamboyancy, a strategic mind is at work, which formulates all the possibilities of his surviving the ordeal. Their strategies can earn them respect even from management gurus. Who says u can learn only by paying handsome cash in somebody’s hand?
DISCLAIMER
“ For all purposes, this has been my personal experience, and any resemblance to any person living or dead may be purely intentional.
Children – don’t try this at home ’’
I profess: - “The Maximum Fun with Minimum Cash Funda”As I jog my mind to recount some of the experiences, I put through some of them to provide you maximum fun @ minimum reading.
Born to be free – This ain’t freedom from old prejudices, rules and regulations. It’s ‘Free’dom of a different kind. The hunt is for free coupon, contest prizes, sales and discounts, buy one take one free offers that have tsunamised every sector of commercial business. Opportunity to bring home some cash never get “ambanished”, (new lingo for diminished!!).
Preference to eat in the canteen, be it the night one or the ‘self proclaimed’ 24/7 college canteen, than in a elite restaurant, signifies attitude towards cost cutting method of foods. That is why a samosa or a bhel may sell better then a domino pizza or a Mac combo.Gen –y (yuppie generation) also wears this attitude on the sleeve of their local brands. Local, cheap, florid outfits (some of them do actually bear the Nike, Reebok logo) are excused by saying “I am an Indian”. Surprising how patriotism is the best excuse to save up on some cash.
The one that takes the cake are two rituals widely practiced by all and sundry. I call them the “treat bait” and “debt spree”.First one involves coaxing somebody out of his cash for no particular reason. Giving treats to each other for not making it to the black list is a common syndrome in the college campus. Insiders have revealed that bidding is also done on which guy gets the cutest gal of the tinsel campus and who comes out with the maximum proctors in his baggie.Debt spree is made for the canteen wallahs and local diminutive outlets. Do remember “Sharma ji hai Na.” And the idea of democracy, “ for the students, by the students and of the students” rules the roost. (For further confirmation ‘ask’ your local mata mandir vendors).
4. Talking money – I say this because money does talk in the hands of people who appear to have walked straight from the La-La land with as varied models of cell phones as are the spicy remixes in the market. Missed calls and sms serve to give a better mileage, landline or cell-to-cell calls being passé. The advent of missed calls repackages miscommunication as potent form of communication. Each has their own blueprint for decoding the calls. A single missed call may indicate that a person needs to be called back, a double may serve as an indication of a emergency crisis, or a “GT” break, an option which many of my batch mates use to perfection. Speakers that hit the wall with latest music and deafening noise are the call of hour. They seem to take a leaf out of idea’s new slogan “ bada hai to behtar hai”.
Robinhoods of Modern Era – These are the show ponies who survive the wreath of spending money by pulling out indigenous ideas. Traveling in general classes of train, using expired railway and bus passes, sitting for hours at a restaurant sharing only a soft drink, bouncing cheques, seeking out the shortest routes between places to save bike fuel, are few of the many to name. Cometh the advent of birthdays, cometh the time where a person pays a huge ransom for him taking a plunge into this world. Giving low priced gifts, then justifying with the theory that “ It’s the feeling that matters”, rubs salt to his injury!
Whatever students may do, your very own mess may never disappoint you to take your daily shot at pockets. Food festivals or festive weddings are always an instant hit with the masses, but are quite seasonal, much to their chagrin.
On a more serious note, I would like to say life is a series of accidents waiting to happen, with an occasional thing that will bring a smile to your face and a bit of respite(like this article).Without showcasing any more of my idiosyncrasy, I would like to end with a Metallica song that personifies my article“Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don't just say And nothing else matters”