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खाकी टोपी गाँधी टोपी की तरफ देख कर बोली ," अरी, जानती है ! लोकपाल आने वाला है | तेरा भी कटेगा मेरा भी कटेगा | " "क्यूँ री ? क्यूँ कटेगा ? आज तक इतने कानून आये और गए , हमारा आज तक कुछ बिगड़ा | वो सुना नहीं 'युनानो मिस्र रोमा ... सब मिट गए जहाँ से , अब तक है बाकी नमो निशा हमारा कुछ बात है की हस्ती मिटटी नहीं हमारी ' , ये इस देश क बारे में नहीं लिखा, असल में हमारे लिए लिखा है | " गाँधी टोपी तुनक कर बोली |

" अरे नहीं री , सुना है लोग सड़कों पे आ गए हैं," " अरे क्या बात करती है तू भी | अब जब रहने को छत ही नहीं है, तो सड़कों पे तो आयेंगे ही, हमे क्या हम कौन सा सड़कों पे रहते हैं | और जब निकलते हैं तब क लिए सिक्युरिटी है न | और तुझे तो सेकुरिटी की भी जरुरत नहीं , क्यूँ ? तू तो खुद ही सिक्यूरिटी है | हा हा हा "

खाकी टोपी शर्मा कर बोली " बहुत कांफिडेंट है तू तो | " " कहे न रहूँ? इस देश की पूरी हिस्टरी देख ले | सब साले चोर हैं , बस हम बड़े चोर हैं | कानून आने से का होगा , कानून तो ये भी है रोड पर मूतना नहीं है | कौनो फोल्लो करता है का? मुन्नी ये जुगाड़ का देश है , यहाँ हर चीज का जुगाड़ है , हर चीज की कीमत है | तेरे नीचे जो विलायती दारू की बोतल रखी है वो तेरी कीमत, मेरे अन्दर जो एक पेटी का चेक वो मेरी कीमत "

"और हमरा , हमरा की कीमत है मालकिन " जमीं पे पड़ा माली का गमछा चिल्लाया | " साले चुप क हमारी बातें सुन रहा है |" खाकी टोपी चीखी " दो सोंटा लगायेंगे तो होश ठिकाने आ जायेगा | बड़ा लोग क बात में टोकता है | तोहरी बहिन की ..." "रहने दे रे ! और तू साले भाग यहाँ से .."

"क्या री ? जाने दिया उसको "

" बस यही तो अंतर है हममे , इसलिए तू खाकी है और मैं खादी | ये साला गमछा जब तक मिटटी में पड़ा रहे, तब तक सही है | जिस दिन

ये मादर फंदा बन गया उस दिन तू क्या , मैं क्या और ये क्या सब मिटटी हैं | "

खाकी मुस्कुरा कर बोली " क्यूँ रे ! कानून से डर नहीं लगता , गमछे से लगता है ?"

गाँधी टोपी उसकी ओर देखी और बोली " मुन्नी ! मैं भी कभी गमछा ही थी |"

The last April...

There are a lot of things you can run out of in an engineering school... patience, interest, passion, strength, intellect, sanity. But as the end draws, you find that you have run out of nothing but time. You thought you will do something great, meet someone important, tell someone a secret, love somebody special, kick someone’s ass, but it all ends with a hassle caused by a combination of BTP/MTPs, GVs, endsems and stupid farewells streaked with mawkish speeches and hapless dinners. It’s a strange feeling, some kind of paradox, I want the days to slip and the moments to stay, but the days seem long and the moments just fall like the sand in an hourglass.

Farewells are sad!

And just when I was about to realize the plans of doing a bonfire conceived in the cold of January, the blooming mauve flowers in the yellow sun made a April fool out of me. And I realized “while I sit and talk to god, he just laughs at my plans”

. It was there, the last April, something coveted yet detested. The counting flag for measuring our stay at this place, the turning point of each year, the time of the year when one repetitively looked forward to next session and thought, “this time I won’t makhao again”, “this time I will lose weight”, “this time I will attend all classes”, “this time I will stop walking awkwardly” and of course these resolutions were never realized, hence repetitive. That was till now.

It’s over folks. I am walking out with the same “extraordinary” gait, holding that extra bit of fat accumulated over the last few years, still sleeping on the “sunken mass of wool” which was rendered replaceable by my father 3 years ago, holding tight to a unclaimed mechanics book left at my room in 2^nd year by someone who I now believe was too ashamed to own it.

the abandoned Mechanics book

sunken mass of wool

So all you guys out there, waiting for your turns, know that the life at KGP is like this puff of smoke, it intrigues, makes you believe that it will stay and then slowly diffuses as time unfolds and even before you know it's gone, not even a streak left behind

In the flip of a coin ...

PS: it was supposed to be my birthday blogpost

I have noticed that even people who claim everything is predetermined and that we can do nothing to change it look before they cross the road. ... (Stephen Hawking)

There is a well known concept in physics called the uncertainty principle, it prohibits us know and predict the future perfectly. At a first look it appears to be a depressing limitation for many people but on a closer look isn’t it great that nothing is predetermined? Isn’t that what makes our life so interesting and worth living for. Predictability is good but spontaneity is what you call “Fcuking awesome”.

I have turned 22, I have been smart and I have been foolish, I have loved and I don’t know whether I was loved back , and I am graduating this summer given I don’t fail any courses (yes you can call me a cynic, I don’t give a damn). I have been finicky about many things over the last 5 years but now that I am so close to leaving this place, I am starting to think that it couldn’t have been more fun, I mean , how many physics grads get to shoot a gun and watch scenes from The Devil’s Advocate on a big screen as a part of their curriculum.

Like many of my friends I didn’t have a plan when I came here and likewise I developed a few as time passed . Unlike most of my friends however, I never felt confident about those plans, something which had it pros and cons. I have made some choices which may have appalled a few but one day they will come to understand that the seeds of those had been there from the start, it was an avalanche in waiting, all it needed was a little push. All I can say is that nothing is random , what we call random behavior has it roots in some unfathomable facts.I was taught a course called Non Linear Dynamics and somehow it makes more sense these days than it did before.

When I was little I watched a TV show called Recess, there was a group kids and they had a character called Spinelli, and in one episode they show her uncertainty about her future... I think it’s better you watch the episode( it’s a 10 min clip)

10 Things to do when you are bored

(read as preparing for a exam and not wanting to study)

1.) watch performances you hate to watch LIVE (ETMS, WTMS, Inter halls etc etc )

2.) imagine stuff like 11 blondes, 5 brunettes, 2 chinkis and one desi, nude, in a tub full of wine at Miami beach ( non-lesbian women and gays adjust accordingly)

3.) brood over your department ,your project guide, your institute,your electives, your potbelly, your future, some random girl from past (stop grinning :| ) ....

4.) make plans for world domination, formulate path breaking business ideas(selling ear wax), design a manor you will build when you are rich

5.) look up for unfortunate victims on gtalk and fry their brains inside out

6.) Read Kumar Ritwik's Blog

7.) watch emotional atyachar, Bigboss, top chef and other available 'reality shows'

8.) read RAJ comics and discuss them with your friends

9.) write your own blog

10.) write FB messages to your neighbors posing as some hot chick from Gurgaon

5 reasons why Facebook irritates me !

1. Every time I log on it asks me ‘what’s on my mind?’ Dear Mr. Zuckerberg people go to facebook mostly when they have nothing on their mind. Or as Singh once responded,

This is on my mind !

2. Let’s have a look at some ad’s which I get:
a. “get a ‘Indian’ girlfriend.,get a partner”, yeah that’s the aim of my life ! (This ad is usually accompanied by a picture of some slu##y bitch posing for the camera. )
b. Work in a BPO (another aim of my life), great compensations (lolz)
c. XYZswiswatch.co.in, “Rolex replica’s! Nobody can tell the difference”, seems they have figured out what they can sell and what they can’t sell in India. So much for answering the Question “1.” once with the fact that Rolex milgauss is in my bucket list.

Right now an ad on my profile goes like “Read the life story of a real asperger patient” . :O

3. I can like or unlike. I can’t dislike. What irritates me more is when people ‘like’ updates such as “XYZian making racist comments”, “India loses nth match in boogabo series”, “rukh Khan wants to act in a porn movie”, “ 300 die in Bihar due to flood”, “ Communist party calls for a nationwide strike” etc etc.

4. You can’t tell anything about anyone who has privacy settings on except for his/her photo which sometimes turns out to be a bunny cuddling with some cat. This creates problems. First you can’t tell who a person is until you accept his friend request and second it mitigates the primary purpose of facebook


5. Apps collect information about you, and it includes everything (from your sex to the phone number you have listed on your profile) as soon as you innocently click the allow button. Later on, when you visit some random site you see an ad which caters exactly to your likings. So if you like to eat SOMESHIT biscuits, you will always be advertised to about SOMENEWSHIT biscuits and never SOMEAWESOME biscuit. You can see where is it going.

Still, I use facebook. Orkut has succumbed to its upgrading, I never liked myspace and I love to screw my life and waste my time. Hence all hail Facebook !

The Terminal

She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,"

"...but in all my garden there is no red rose."

(Oscar wilde, 1888)

A pair of haze eyes met a pair of black pupils carved on white stones besieged by thick black lashes. One lip smiled , the other followed. Some slender fingers loosened, a brawny shoulder shuddered. suddenly the world shook. Few backs bent, heads rose and bodies stirred. A pair of Betsey Johnsons clanked , The door hissed and they loitered in a vast chasm before the Raybans watching them lost track .

(to be continued...)

Chini kam hai...

Brew.. Milk.. Water.. froth.. Sip..
'aargh no sugar..'
आज सुबह सुबह ऑफिस की काफ्फी मशीन पे अहसास हुआ की जिंदगी में चीनी की क्या अहमियत है | चीनी न हो तो कुछ अच्चा ही नहीं लगता ,और हो तो जिंदगी के सबसे कडवे लम्हे भी मिठास से भर जते हैं| ऐसे ही कुछ लम्हों क बारे में सोच रहा था आज | वैसे बहुत अच्छी जगह है अमेरिका ,खूबसूरत , हराभरा , एकदम फिल्मों टाइप |यहाँ की बंदियों पे तो मैं फ़िदा हो गया भाई , सबकी सब एकदम गुडिया जैसी सफ़ेद , गुलाबी होठ , और एकदम मीठी आवाज. | मैं जहाँ रहता हूँ वो जगह तो पता नहीं किन लोगों ने बनायीं ऐसा गजब architecture , नयी पुराणी हर तरह की ईमारत | यहाँ अपरिचित लोग भी अगर कभी सड़क पे मिल जाएँ तो दुआ सलाम करते हैं , हालाँकि आपसे ट्रेन या बस वगेरह पे लोग बातचीत करते नहीं नजर आयेगे | यहाँ आकर मैंने पहली बार zebracrossing का इस्तेमाल होते देखा , और वो भी बड़े अच्छे से | वैसे खाने को लेकर मेरी मिटटी पलीद हुई है, खाने में मिर्च मसाला तो होता ही नहीं ,गरम गरम समोसा खाने का बड़ा मन करता है मगर यहाँ तो रेस्तरां में भी कम वसा वाला खाना चलता है :( ,कोई न , चलता है | अब एक जगह पर सब कुछ तो नहीं मिल सकता | बाकि खाने में सत्तू जिंदाबाद है |बाकि काम शुरू हो गया है , अच्छा है , बाकि देखिये आगे क्या होता है| और हाँ जिंदगी में चीनी बहुत संभाल कर रखिये , नहीं है जुगाड़ लीजिये , हाथ पे हाथ धरे बैठे रहिएगा तो मेरी तरह हाथ मलते रह जाईएगा और किसी दिन ब्लॉगर पे मैं आपका ब्लॉग पढ़ रहा होऊंगा :P