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New blog

2008-05-06T20:52:00.000+05:30

at http://quick-silver-surfer.blogspot.com

:-)

150th post! (50th on the new version)

2008-05-01T09:39:00.003+05:30

I've always tried to make my blog humorous or tell my personal thoughts on it. I guess the only mistake I made was to mix the two. Anyway, what should have been said on Valfy-senti, I'll try to come up with something like that now, without missing the super-cliched line about I am sorry if I missed any names. (I am so drunk tonight? :D ). Hmmm.. I'll write in no particular order (or rather an order which is not socially too awkward :P ). Alright, start the drum roll..

Hmmm. Thanks to M,P for being the constant factor in my life. Thanks to AG for being the ray of hope, my inspiration in a lot of things I do in life, and my connection to something I am not so sure why I am connected to. Thanks to CS, GP for being there. Always. Actively or passively, but being the best friends I've got in years. Thanks to CS for being able to jhelofy me from wing to classroom to lab groups to footerfield to meals. Thanks to GP for showing me that there can be people who can care selflessly, endlessly and for showing me a part of me that I never knew. Thanks also to GV for being a great friend, weird in his ways, but one of the best at heart. Thanks to padosis, and the wingies, for well, most of them are nice people. Thanks to my elec batch, btech that is, for being one supercool batch (which we all didnt realise until 3rd-4th yr for there was the dual batch as well). No point taking their names, since they know how much they mean to me. Thanks to some ppl in the dual batch as well, probably. Thanks to some of the hostel junta, esp the elec junta, and the footer junta. Thanks to the Indori junta here, they've been great friend for all these 4 years. Thanks to AK for seeing my potential and making me work hard to achieve it. Thanks to all the blogger buddies and chat friends I've made, they've been a source of great timepass, pseudo-friendships and heart-to-heart talks.

p.s. And, thanks again to GP, for this idea of thank-you post I've copied from her blog (once cpK, always a cpK).
p.p.s. This is not the end of my writing days, I hope, I am just going to try out something new, something different. Lets see... :-)

Same old thing, again.

2008-04-30T20:40:00.003+05:30

Monotonic, obsessed, stuck up, desperate, boring.. just some of the nicer adjectives about my blog posts these days. I dont disagree. My blog is reduced to such posts. And I cant help it. I would still like to thank all those readers who still continue reading updates, regardless of whether they comment or not, make their presence felt or not. But, they still do remain loyal and read it once in a while, a big thanks.

I guess, its time to end this.
Some people start their blogs with a thank-you post. I guess I'll end mine with one very soon...
Next post coming soon.

Yaadein..

2008-04-24T19:29:00.003+05:30

Expecting some senti-filled post full of nostalgic moments? Well, one thing's for sure. Thats not there! :D

So, the story goes that.. me and chiku went to Gulmohar restaurant a few days back and spot an MTech girl who's almost going to sit on our table as well, owing to space crunch. Which she does not. Well, thats another story (which chiku was going to write about but hasn't moved his lazy ass to get to do it). But this girl, I had seen her before too, a few weeks back. I dont know, but there's *something* about her. Its as if she reminds me of 'cuteness'.

Wahi seedha-saadha chehra.
Jo ekdum blank look se dekhta ho.
Jo mushkil se muskurata ho.
Par jab muskurata hai, to chehra ekdum khil jata hai.

Hmmm.. I think now I can guess why.
Puraane dinon (1st-2nd year approx?) ki yaad aa gayi :-)

Just one last time?

2008-04-23T20:56:00.004+05:30

Well, my exams are going on these days (hence also the reduced posting frequency). Today was the psychology course exam. The endsems.. 3 done. 1 more to go. Then, the project presentations. Anyway, point is from about last 10 days there have been no classes. Completely forgot about lots of things, you see..

So, I've just started writing my HSS exam, when I see something that had completely evaporated from my mind. Who? An object of affection? The HSS class girl! And boy, wasn't she looking beautiful today!

Wow.

Even though it was an examination hall, I wished I had learnt how to whistle ;-)

Very different from her usual t-shirt and jeans/three-fourths, she was wearing a striking pink traditional salwaar-kameez. Wellll..., all I can say is, I would like to congratulate her for looking so cute today :-) *blush*

Btw, if it matters at all, the exam was alright. Okayish actually.

Intereshting.

2008-04-22T16:40:00.002+05:30

I never knew writing fiction stories could be this easy. And interesting. Well, am not going to post them on this blog.
Hmmm, lets see.. how all that frames up with time..

Btw, lots of new blogs added in blogroll.. Junta, go have a look, they are all wonderful bloggers (well, most of them :P ). Have fun! :-)

Religion??

2008-04-15T22:01:00.002+05:30

I wrote this post a long time back (was one of those first 100 posts that I had drafted away). Have been planning to republish it for quiet some time. Somehow, just didn't do it..
Read on..
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Since I have become such a fan of what Lance Armstrong wrote, I'll quote something from his book which I felt was exactly same to what I thought. His views match with the beliefs that I hold, that whatever I quote here, is more or less, what you'll get if you'd ask me..

"I ask myself what I believe. I have never prayed a lot. I hope hard, I wish hard, but I don't pray. I have developed a certain distrust of organized religion growing up, but I feel I have the capacity to be a spiritual person, and to hold some fervent beliefs. Quite simply, I believe I have a responsibility to be a good person, and that means fair, honest, hardworking, and honorable. If I do that, if I am good to my family, true to my friends, if I give back to my community or to some cause, if I am not a liar, a cheat, or a thief, then I believe that should be enough. At the end of the day, if there was indeed somebody or presence standing there to judge me, I hope I would be judged on whether I had lived a true life, not on whether I believed in a certain book, or whether I'd been baptized. If there was indeed a God at the end of my days, I hoped he didn't say, "But you were never a Christian/Hindu/etc, so you're going the other way from heaven." If so, I am going to reply, "You know what? You're right. Fine.""

Wow!

2008-04-15T21:09:00.003+05:30

Had a really weird and amazing dream yesterday.

Everything from adding some girl on facebook, to finding some old long lost 'girlfriend' to patching up with her, roaming hand in hand, and what not!! :D

It'll take some time to recall and collect all those thoughts, but I'll definitely try to write about it soon! :-)

Ciao.

A trip down the memory lane.

2008-04-11T23:04:00.004+05:30

abhijit.gupta @ gmail.com

Seach mail : "new comment on" .. 34 results.

I am searching for all the comments I had made on blogs. This is courtsey the recent feature on blogpost where it informs you of comments you've made and replies to the comment. Basically, I can keep up to date with the blog I read and commented on.

Hence the search query.

Now, as you might already know, blogger also has had an option to send all comments on your blog to your email. Well, I also found some very very interesting comments, discussions on a blog called "Yeah, Right!!"..
One such comment opened the floodgates to all the memories, thoughts, talks and discussions..

y-d-k-w: Either X and Y have both run out of things to talk about, or they are both the 2 biggest vellas of the world!

I guess, things change, for better or for worse. Change is well, inevitable. I also like change most of the times. Just this time, I feel a bit of nostalgia. About times gone by. About the blog I deleted. Dunno why.
But am glad that the readers of that blog came in my life. Thanks to them for a lot of things. Thanks. I'll miss you people someday.

Inspired from Before Sunrise

2008-04-05T16:58:00.002+05:30

Dreamy destination

Flimsy introduction

Tequila sunset

Beyond the horizonless lakeside

A park, all talk

More fun at the coffeeshop

Fancy restaurant, lousy service

Stomachs hungry, but hearts contended

You never know when you'll be back..

A good night hug?

Dont I deserve even that?!

55-fiction

2008-04-05T16:42:00.003+05:30

(Recently, I read this blog which has all its stories, posts in exactly 55 words.. really liked it. I think it gives writing an interesting edge to it.. Here is one I tried to write..)

Going home after a long time. You'd expect exciting longing to meet. I call home from train minutes before. Dad is coming to receive me. I am supposed to wait for him. But I am nowhere to be found!

In my cozy upper berth, instead am sound asleep.

No wonder my girlfriend nicknamed me Kumbhkaran.

More fundaes.. :)

2008-04-05T14:42:00.002+05:30

HE : An engineer. Analytical. Problem-solver.
And mostly emotionally challenged.

SHE : He's bandi friend.

{Situation} He and She are talking. He really likes to talk to She. Also, He cares for her. She also likes to talk to talk to him, likes to discuss a lot of stuff with him.

Right now, She is cribbing about some pain in her life. Some personal problem maybe.

Two things can happen:

1. (in 99% of cases) His engineer mind will get to immediate problem-solving action mode. Will give scores of suggestions, ideas. She has some problem or other with every such idea. But he doesnt understand that he's not looking at the right thing, he just keeps trying.

Result : Bandi not satisfied. He is definitely satisfied by his 'performance' and will also think he did a good job. But, She is NOT satisfied at all.

2. (in 1% of cases) He will simply listen to her. Hear it out. Not try to give solutions but just listen.

Result : She feels that her purpose of talking to He is served. She was able to say what she wanted. She likes him.

...

Dude, I dont think now you need to be told if you need to do 1 or 2? You want to be happy yourself or make her happy? Chamka? :-)

valfi..

2008-04-03T10:57:00.002+05:30

Today's the valfi.. not much explanation required.

I hope that, whatever may happen today, I dont have to stop posting on this blog in future.. though I guess it might become a bit uncomfortable. Lets see :-)

Cya!

Rants shall rule the world.

2008-03-28T22:22:00.002+05:30

Well, frankly, I dont like to plan my future too much.
I hate it even more when other try to plan my future.

Also, when people try to predict or worse, ask me to predict, what's gonna happen ahead in things I have little control on, I get really miffed.

{FICTION} A girl in my class

2008-03-26T19:50:00.003+05:30

Organizational Behaviour (HSS) class
Location: IC-1
Time: Around 10 AM..

Sleepy eyes, beautiful smile, hair pulled back, blue collared t-shirt, and the first thing you'll notice about her is her innocent face.

Btw, did I mention she looks cute? :-)

Back to reality: HSS class.

She looks busy in her thoughts. Staring at the prof with a very unamused look, I guess she's thinking about something else. She's giving a smile to the the girl sitting beside her, and I can hear a slight buzz of chattering coming from her direction. In between acting like am listening to the prof and writing this, I can't resist sneaking a look in her direction.

Hmmm.

Wait. The girl on her side just said something to her. And her head turns. In my direction. After a split second locking of eyes, I shy away back to writing in my notebook. Wow. Can girls sense someone looking (appreciatively in this case :D ) at them??

Well..
I have never talked to her before. My guess is I am not going to talk to her in the remaining part of the semester. Most probably not in future ever either. Hmmm.. I wish I could simply let her know that I think she's very cute.

Hmmmm...

And again she looks back at me!! :-)

Fighting a lost cause..

2008-03-23T23:37:00.002+05:30

I dont know why but this always happens to me.

I am easily able to make friends, be pretty good decent friends for some time, and then, it all wears out. They just disappear. And not just with friends. This is happening with every person in my life.

I fight hard to keep in touch. Be active. I regret the friends I lost, coz I didn't follow-up, I just didn't care. But now, I try so hard.. And it isn't easy at all! I keep messaging, I call, I meet, I treat, but I make one mistake.. I expect. I expect back. Someone would do the same for me(?).

I wanted to write all this in some sort of story. Not in such a plain dumb manner. But no words come to my mind. Very unlike when hundreds of thoughts come rushing to my mind when I wait for message unanswered, a call missed, a meeting which did not happen.

But, for now, I am not going to give up. Am not gonna stop trying.
Tomorrow is another day, and am going to come back everytime with a Hi unless you block me! :)

Ek aur kahani (contd) - part 3

2008-03-21T17:53:00.003+05:30

Mid-to-end-of-May 2006, I slowly get to know that this super pretty girl is a fan of old hindi music, books, designing, books, guitar, books etc. I also happen to have a common friend with her, who I now get to add to her friend list as well. :D Things are in general looking good. Plus if bored, theres one raambaan.. corny lines! Making fun of corny lines happens to be one commom interest which will never fail to amuse either of us.

May 11, 2006, I chat with her for the first time!!!! On MSN that is. Had chatted a little on Orkut, but thats no fun. So, she gets to meet the so-called Captain Silver (My MSN name at that time, i know, its crappy). Life is exciting.

First week of May 2006, Wow! She replied to my scrap! I did not know this could ever happen! Ever tried writing a scrap to a strange girl, and actually getting a reply! Cool!

April 2006 (maybe), Browsing through profiles on orkut as usual, I come across the pic of this super cute girl! Love at first sight! Now I know what that means! :-)

Ek aur kahani (contd) - part 2

2008-03-21T11:27:00.003+05:30

June 2006, the best days of my life continue. I get to know her more. and more. and more. She is, different from any girl, or even any person I've ever known. Very very strong willed, she believes in doing what she likes to do. Not interested in the degree she just obtained, she's taking a break for some time, no job, no studies, but going to follow her passion for some time. Try out new things. Me being bred in IIT, gone throught the JEE days, this concept is something very very new to me. and very enthralling one at that.

Life's become a whirlwind of funny nicknames, books to read, languages to learn, things to tease about and be teased about. No wonder my summer project in IIT has taken a back seat.

A bit of laughter, a bit of disappointment, a bit of fun, a bit of personal talk, a bit of fake-fights, more fun, more humorous conversations and a little bit more of disappointment. Nope, she's still not given me her phone number.

To be continued..

Ek aur kahani - in reverse.

2008-03-20T19:11:00.003+05:30

Just a few days back, I was browsing through My Documents folder in my comp, when I came across a bunch of image files. Nothing special about them as such, but they raised quiet a commotion of thoughts in my memory. Images of a heart, smileys, both smiling and crying, all of which were on my Orkut profile pic long long ago.

Some time in Aug 2006, am googling for 'broken heart', 'sad smiley', 'sad heart'.. on google images. What happened? I am going through a phase. I change and put different display image on orkut to show my emotion. To who? Her. She'd come online around midday (that was on weekends) and on orkut around 11 am or so. Thats when she would notice, hopefully be curious. She asked me why I had put such sad images. I told her that there was a girl I liked but I think she was angry with me. Thats why I sad. I am still not sure if she understood that she was that girl. But by the end of the day, my orkut pic was a very nicely smiling and happy-happy smiley.

July 2006, some Sunday afternoon, I finish up lunch early because like all the previous weeks, am going to type and gaze at my comp, for an hour so, engulfed with pure bliss. Never heard a sweeter sound than the sound when a friend logs in on MSN. Two seconds later, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen sends me a message almost as soon as she logs in. I guess she likes me. An hour of random conversation later, the dreaded message arrives.. "Ab mujhe jana hoga." And she's gone. I am a little sad that she's gone, I probably won't get to talk to her for a week, but very very happy that the last hour made the entire week full of happiness.

To be continued..

Classroom Classics!

2008-03-19T21:08:00.012+05:30

Adaptive Signal Procesing class..

(time : 3.30 pm, so you can guess how sleepy I am after a full lunch and two glasses of sugarcane juice :D )

Since, I know nothing about what's happening in class, and I have this newfound enthu for sketching.. I start on sketching the classroom..

Our ASP classroom

I have just half completed the drawing when, Beagle Kutty raises his voice..

Beagle Kutty?? Krishnamoorthy Iyer aka Kutty.. the worst sonofabitch in the class. He's not a student, some project staff member, who has infinite capacity for irritating anyone from prof to students, and asks the most ridiculous doubts and questions, thinks he's really great and even tries to crack bloody jokes in the class. He gets infinite gaaliyaan from everyone in the class. everyone. He doesnt give any exams and tells the prof that other students are lazy, dont cancel exam for them. Basically, I want you to think of any and all abuses who have ever given or heard. Rehearse them again in your mind. Now, thats what I think about this guy. So, as his continous interruptions continued during the lecture.. this was how the next sketch turned out to be..

The Murder of Beagle Kutty
(do click on the pic and see full version)

p.s. : The name Beagle comes from the famed Beagle Boys (from Uncle Scrooz cartoon) who were major mischief-makers. Beagle Kutty has two more accomplices in our class, popularly known as Beagle Civil and Beagle Ganju. :D

Hmmm-max.

2008-03-17T22:41:00.002+05:30

Apna bhi kuchh aisa hi haal hai.

astro-turf.

2008-03-16T18:25:00.002+05:30

Frankly, I have never believed in astrology. I hated it when the Indian govt started some dumb course in astrology in BHU. But, all astrology prediction never fail to amuse me, to say the least.

Some people write in their orkut about me, that they are typical Scorpio or Cancerian etc. They make full effort to make themselves look special, out of the ordinary (everyone on orkut does). But, if you are a typical variety of one amongst 12 'breeds' among the Homo sapiens, how special are you? How unique are you? Trust me, when asked about yourself, saying you are a typical Cancerian is a definite turn-off. Actually, its plain dumb.

Nevertheless, just for fun, I started a subscription with some website which sent me weekly forecasts. It asked me basic kundali info. I could tell you if you are interested ;-) but I dont know my birth time, so ask your panditji to adjust for it. And the forecast it sent every Sunday was really really enlightening! Enlightening? No, the correct word is funny. I was lucky enough to see a very steep rise in my romantic adventures in my forecasts (though its unfortunate nothing corresponding to that had any remote chance of happening in real life). But, it did raise a few hopes, once in a while. And definitely, was a wonderful topic of interesting discussions many a times. Hehehe..

I know this is a very very arbit post.. and am definitely going to get a "Abbe ye kya likha hai?? :-o " from chiku and others. But thats alright. :-) Thats how the stars would have it. :D

I'll wrap up with a quote I read a few days back while googling..

The good psychic would pick up the phone before it rang. Of course it is possible there was noone on the other line. Once she said "God Bless you" I said, "I didn't sneeze" She looked deep into my eyes and said, "You will, eventually." And damn it if she wasn't right. Two days later I sneezed.
- Ellen DeGeneres

Dimaag ke ghode daudao :D

2008-03-15T19:41:00.002+05:30

Kuchh bachpan ki yaadein.. :-)

# playing book-cricket in between (and during as well, ofcourse) classes.
# hating and always NOT playing the most ridiculous game ever called Truth and Dare.
# 'suiting' up in nice multicoloured clothes on bday and distributing toffees.
# borrowing chip and digit magazine free CDs to get games, silly demo versions.
# Holi ke din subah subah bahut saare water balloons ready karna, and later, holi ke din ghar pe chhupe rehna.
# Taking parts in lots of quizzes. and also reading lots of asterix and tintin comics because they are required for bqc preparation.
# linking up ppl in class ( I do NOT miss this) AND then making a morphed new name (from the combination of new names) for teasing them. (This part was interesting :D p.s. mine was 'abhiman', right? ;-) )
# playing chhota-cricket (one-tip underarm types) and being one of the best diving fielders in the group. (well, i used to be a lot lot thinner then :P )
# insisting dad to increase RAM in my computer from 8MB to 16MB to 24 MB.... :D
# trying to maintain a few email pen pals who I met in some camp or something.
# giving the minutest possible portion of my sweet to my family. (obviously, they bugged me because I cribbed in giving them and giving such a small piece which if left in air, would probably keep floating there)
# being so happy all the time. :-)

Listen to "In the end" (Linkin Park)

2008-03-13T08:27:00.003+05:30

..
Rashi : Heyy, guess what happened?
Priyanka : What?
Rashi : He asked me out.
Priyanka : Wow. Amit asked you out!? Finally!
Rashi : Yeah.
Priyanka : Could see that coming.. hehehe..
Rashi : Hmmm..
Priyanka : What happened? Wait a sec.. what did you say?
Rashi : I said no to him.
Priyanka: But, you liked him na?
Rashi : Yeah.. but yaar..
Priyanka : But?
Rashi : I do like him. But there’s a problem.
Priyanka : Huh?
Rashi : Yaar, he tries too hard…
Priyanka : Oh oh.
Rashi : Yeah. He’s a nice guy, very sweet, and humorous. Maybe not too intelligent but chalega. But, he’s too fixated on me!
Priyanka : Hmmm..
Rashi : You should have seen his reaction when I said no. He was aghast.
Priyanka : That I could guess. He likes you a lot na.
Rashi : Yeah, he told me that today probably 10 times! I mean, it’s a bit weird.
Priyanka : Yeah..
Rashi : You know, whenever we talk, its like, he totally dedicates all his efforts, energy, creativity, in wooing me. Everybody likes attention, but this feels weird..
Priyanka : True. But you could have told him that?
Rashi : He would have felt hurt! He’s too good yaar, I couldn’t tell him that he tries too hard. It would have broken him.
Priyanka : Instead, you told him a straight no, huh!
Rashi : Yup.
Priyanka : You sure you did the right thing?
Rashi : I wasn’t then. But, now I think I am glad I said no.
Priyanka : Well, its your decision..
Rashi : Yeah. Someday he’ll understand...
..

Meri-kahani, the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning?

2008-03-09T18:47:00.006+05:30

Read the other parts of this series under the label meri-kahani first.

(I wanted to get on with other kahanis, so I am going to skip over a lot of senti stuff of this story. You can safely assume there were lots of troughs and crests in this story, just like every other story. :-) )

Summary of the parts skipped: ..contd after meeting in bombay.. I went to her place as well. Had fun. It was all going okay good. Ofcourse, I was a nervous wreck lots of times, but thats, well.. nothing unusual. Then, suddenly, she goes out of touch. Cant be reached on phone or otherwise. I dont have her address either or possibly anyway to contact her. 18 days later, she comes online for a few minutes. Luckily, I happen to be online and she messages me immediately. I come to know she had an accident. A big accident. A broken back, broken phone as well, and completely bed-ridden for last 15 days. But she was going to get better. We were happy to talk to each other again.

But sometimes, some things are never meant to be. Nagging doubts and guilt factors can do a lot of damage. I was very concerned for her, but slightly angry at her, for not informing me at all. She could have told some close friend to inform me. Do I don't deserve even that? But was it just her fault? I blamed myself as well. If she could get a friend to tell me, I could have done the same and asked some close friend of her. I already knew she had told something to her best friend. My guess is she went through quiet a similar mental trauma, probably even more.

Things got better slowly. She got better. Painkillers did change her a lot, but life was better with a moody-her than without her. Or maybe not. I could feel some distance when I talked to her. There was some lingering tensions, some doubts, some things left unsaid. For better or for worse, I would never know. I am not sure it was even a relationship anymore, we weren't officially a pair anyway. But, sadly, now I could see the friendship drifting apart.

Finally, I got myself to open up to her. I told her everything I felt. All my doubts, all my feelings, everything I blamed myself for. So did she. And it was over. We didn't have a fight. But we didn't feel together anymore either. I knew now I had friend who would watch my back, be there for me. I think she knows that well too. Sometimes it feels sad it all had to end this way. End in an anti-climax kind of way. But sometimes, I think, this was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I should be thankful to her for that. Maybe I shouldn't think so much. :-)

But there is one thing am very very sure about.

Even if she's not the one, I believe she is perfect. for me. in every way.

I did it!!!

2008-03-09T15:21:00.003+05:30

here's what my gtalk status message presently says:

I did it!! Grade = AB+? :-) :-) yayyyy-max! :-)

Kuchh samajh mein aaya? :P
Anyway, lessons from today:
* I can fulfill promises I make. And I did that today.
* People care. A lot. And sometimes, once in a while, it feels good to hear a caring word or two, especially one which is selfless, devoid of any agenda or motive.
* I am very very happy today. If one can be more happy than that, I am probably that too :-)
* I should do this 4 times in an year. I can atleast try :-)

p.s. I donated blood today.

More sketching..

2008-03-08T13:47:00.002+05:30

Would she say.. "I am art?" :-)

Home alone.

2008-03-06T21:30:00.004+05:30

This happens almost every night..

11.55 pm : I fatafat check all my mails ranging from gpo, ee, google and all social networking sites for all possible updates - this includes orkut, facebook, and for me, my blogs as well.

11.59 pm : All (if any) chats suddenly stop replying. No more presses on Home (on orkut) {which usually take place around every minute or so} or refresh (on gmail etc) {which usually take place every 30 seconds} result in meaningful page updates and give the usual browser error message to check connection setting or reload and try again.

00.01 am : It is confirmed. The net has been disconnected.

00.01-00.03 am : I keep trying pressing on the links and tabs of various open windows of firfox and IE. Finally, giving up, I close these. If the comp is lucky that day, I decide to give it some much-needed rest and switch it off as well.

00.10 am : I am back to room from brushing my teeth and usual dental hygiene routine, ready to go to sleep, since obviously I am not going to study.

00.15 am : Lights are off. And am supposed to be asleep by now. But I am NOT. Whats wrong? I am bored. Oh what the hell? What is that supposed to mean? Bored when you are going to sleep?
But you see, I am from a different planet. With my trusted Nokia 1100 at my side (which has such a wonderfully useless mtnl connection which never fails to fail you), I start feeling lonely. Lonely? Yeah, and that too in the middle of the night. I end up doing the usual routine..
Unlock -> Menu -> Messages -> Inbox -> Inbox is empty! -> Deafts -> Drafts folder is empty! -> Sent items -> Sent items folder is empty!
This sequence is repeated around 5-7 times within a duration of 2 minutes or so.
Then, I think, Aaj kis-kiska call aaya mujhe? Hmmm.. nope, kisi ka nahi.
Maine kisko call kiya? Nope, kisi ko nahi. Arre haan, am using the excuse ki my balance is low. Whatever.
Then, I think, what the hell.. main hi kisiko msg ya call kar leta hoon. Shayad koi reply aa jaye.. Balance ki baad mein dekhi jayegi.
Any quick names which come to my mind, are already asleep long back, and I dont want to wake them up unnecessarily. Even if I could call getting rid of my boredom as a necessay excuse, what am I gonna say to that person? I have nothing to talk, do I? I feel empty.. am I empty? Really?
So, this is what the supposedly-brilliant-brain-from-IIT ends up doing.. going through my entire contacts list of 127 people and see if there's someone I could call up in middle of night, not be weird, and feel fresh at the end of conversation. Guys' name I mostly skip anyway unless they are outstation. Plus, guys do not expect calls from me. Ever. One of my friends was shocked when I called him up 15 minutes past midnight. It was his birthday. I dont think people expect me to keep in touch. Anyway, right now, I dont have the bloody balance. Girls' well, it'll be definitely odd calling up some random friend in middle of night. Even more if she doesn't even know that I had her number. As I reach the end of the contacts list, I know there is noone am gonna call there, from previous so-many-nights experience. Not that I didn't know about it when I began searching through the contacts list in the first place. So, contacts list is always a disappointment.
The same Inbox, Sent Items, checking routine takes place a few more times. By this time, its maybe 01.00 am or 01.30 am, who cares! I finally go to sleep, bored of being bored.

p.s. Seldom, I do send a message to some person. Mostly, I dont get a reply. Unless it was one of those whose name had come to mind in the first thought, if they had not gone to sleep already. Though the replies usually have half of it as " ... Chal, goodnight. bye."

H-1, P-5.

2008-03-01T19:57:00.003+05:30

Dude Dost

H-1, P-4.

2008-03-01T12:02:00.003+05:30

Contemplation.

hobby ek - patrika teen

2008-02-29T21:48:00.006+05:30

hint : aakhir bhai kiska hai.
p.s. I really need to improve on drawing faces, esp smiles.

Hobby kramank ek.

2008-02-29T07:12:00.004+05:30

patrika kramank do.

hope??

Couldn't get the smile right. :(
Lets see how it looks to you... Do leave your comments :-)

Budday-shudday!

2008-02-26T22:12:00.002+05:30

As usual, I post today as well, to remind readers to wish me happy birthday :P
Anyway, this year, I have received more wishes than previous 3 years combined, courtesy Orkut ji. Thankfully, the spectrum of wishes spread across from orkut scraps to facebook posts to sms to phone :-) I have been blessed, it seems.

A msg from an old schoolfriend reminded me of schooldays. When the birthday, the special day, was heralded with much enthusiasm and excitement as we got to wear non-school uniform clothes on those days. Though, from what I remember, I was not so enthu abt wearing casuals to school in later years, but it was still a special thing. And before the first class began, everyone used to sing the birthday song for you. And you distributed exactly one toffee to each of ur classmates and two to your teacher (maybe more if you happened to be generous). And this happened for every class on that day. And now, it all looks soooo funny!! :D I do remember, I used to love Melody the most and that was the one I always distributed :D

Thanks for all the wishes, friends. :-) I had a really nice day, all the way from traditional cake-cutting to shopping for clothes! :-)

p.s. No relation to the post though, but Orkut says in my Today's fortune : You and your wife will be happy in your life together. Hmmm.. Hahaha.

An uneventful journey.

2008-02-24T23:40:00.004+05:30

I had never hoped so hard for an interesting seat partner for my train journey.

I had never been so lucky either.

Sandy.
She was here, standing right besides my seat, with two huge bags. asking for S4, 47. She had reached the train just two minutes before it departed, no wonder she looked so confused and hassled. She was wearing casual clothes - jeans, with an orange-pinkish (but not fluorescent :-) ) t-shirt with STARS written on it. And, she looked pretty cute :-)

Over a McD burger and paranthas, we started talking. About stuff. She was also an engineering student, 3rd year, VJTI. And she was also in electronics engg. Well, I fancy myself more in communication and less of electronics, but the degree's same, its another story. Anyway, so this dudette was visiting some relatives in Indore. She lived in Bombay but preferred to live in the girls' hostel at vjti. Cool.

And we were up chatting late at night, till Surat was it? or was it Godhra? I dont remember. We had really interesting conversations. Beyond the IIT tag, thankfully. About movies, cartoon serials, favourite music, and ofcourse food. She's a big big foodie, am sure. Though not so much of an icecream lover as me, but she told me she loved pohe-jalebi and has it everytime she goes to Indore. Late at night, we also ended up talking about senti stuff. Boyfriends, heartbreaking stuff etc etc. Hehehe..

Woke up when we reached Nagda. Pleasant but slightly cold morning. I showed her some sketches I had made when I was sitting at McD previous evening. And by the time, we reached Ujjain, over a cup of tea, she had drawn me a lovely self-portrait, on the McD napkin. Cool. Though dunno why she insisted that I keep it in my bag for now.

Had pohe-jalebi at Ujjain. I preferred to call it my job treat. :D

Time flies when you most want it not to. Very very soon we reached Indore. I wanted to ask for her number, but it felt awkward. I haven't been too good at that previously. So, I thought, what the hell. I had a good time. I'll just wish her good luck and a nice time at her 3-day stay at her relatives. And go back and write this story which is almost unbelievable.

The goodbyes followed. But I distinctly remember the sparkle in her eyes, when she said, "I think we'll meet again someday..".

Cursing myself over my fear to ask for phone number, I got into an auto. I was just sitting, remembering the events of last 14 hours, I took out her sketch. And opened the folded napkin. On it, in a very beautiful handwriting, was written:

Call me later dude.
{Her mumbai phone no.}
Sandhya...

Ahoy!

2008-02-23T14:56:00.002+05:30

I am going home today.
Its supposed to be for my dental appointment, but will also serve many other purposes like good food, awesome food, birthday shopping, home.
(thats a subtle reminder that my birthday's coming up :-) )

I have got RAC on the train booking. I hope there's nice a talkative chick, instead of some auntyji with/without a crying baby or some budhha uncleji who keeps coughing all the time, that I get to share the seat with. :-)

I hope to keep blogging once in a while, keep you updated. Ciao.

My favourite quote?

2008-02-20T14:36:00.003+05:30

"Some things are better left unsaid."

Hmmm.. Probably.
I don't know. Am confused.

p.s. The problem is, when you need to say it to the person, thats the person who you can't really say it to. Sad.

Feedback?

2008-02-19T22:48:00.004+05:30

And she said to me.. "Why have you stopped the meri-kahani series? I think I liked it."
"You 'think' you liked it??"
"Ummm.. well.. it was interesting re. Maybe not all true, but definitely worth a second read"
"Hmmm. I didnt stop it, I just got bored of it. Kind of. The readers got bored with it."
"I didn't."
"Obviously you didn't! You got to look at it from a completely different angle na.."
"But why do you think they are boring??"
"Coz, I went too close to the flame. Too close to the reality. Reality is boring. And reality is sad."
"Ohh! Its not!!!"
"Yes, it is, my dear Susie!"

promise?? haha.

2008-02-19T21:52:00.002+05:30

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep...

Talking of promises.. gems, cadbury and pizza hut!
Saali cadbury reh gayi! Ab kab chance milega? :-)

God knows! and let God worry about it! Why should I worry? :-)
Comments?

Arbit? Maybe. Maybe not.

2008-02-18T18:53:00.006+05:30

(Trust me, this is going to be a very weird cryptic post. Read ahead at your own risk :P )

I never thought midsems could become so interesting.
Well, not all the time, but sometimes.

Every time I go there, I go to that place as well. Not this time though.

I still cant figure out its name. I am led to believe its something to do with spices. But, am not so sure. I think its more related to a letter from the greek alphabet.

Roof-top is good. Thanks for the suggestion.

Shopping at 50% off? Yeah, right. Window shopping rules.

Cute guys? Sorry, I have no idea. If I find them, I'll report it to you.

Chilladpana? Am so sorry. I am not like that, I swear! :-)

Phone calls at just the 'right' and 'wrong' times? The friend's friend and parents respectively. Always. With consistency. (p.s. I don't lie :D )

Evil smiles. Excuses. Explanations. Who cares? :-)

Fun.

notice!

2008-02-16T16:57:00.002+05:30

Because of rapidly falling viewer rating, the "meri-kahani" series has been taken off air for a mid-season break until the writers can come up with better ideas to put in lives of Abhi and Susie.

Till then, we hope to come up with something else.. lets see. :-)

The First (?) Date.

2008-02-15T09:21:00.005+05:30

Please read the previous part (Life is.. well,life) before you read this.

5 minute 52 second long phone conversation.
And life was pure bliss.

This weekend, she is coming to Bombay. To meet me. Ofcourse she didn't tell that to her hostel mates. She probably didn't tell them anything at all. Maybe to her best friend Betty, but none else. In her words.. "Its my life and I'll spend 400 bucks of travel money the way I want to. And, dont you dare to make an excuse.".

Excuse? No wayyyy. I would love to meet her. Second time in my life. :-)

The plan is worked out over the next few days through chatting, phone calls and for me, even in dreams. :D She'll get off at the main bus stand at Dadar, avoiding any hassles of stops in between. I'll be there to pick her up and we'll go somewhere. Yes, somewhere. We weren't able to decide about that. All in the name of planning. :-)

When the day comes, am there at the bus stand an hour earlier. Arggghhh, I hate waiting. But its alright, I brought my camera. I can always fiddle with it, take some photos of life in Bombay. Finally she comes. And after a 15 minute long discussion, we decide (more like she decided). "Lets be normal. Go to some Cafe Coffee Day or Barista and have a nice time resting and chatting." Obviously, I suggested Hiranandani, even if it was a bit far off, I loved the place especially after the Special Saturday.

And, we have a really nice time at CCD. Forgive me for my poor memory, I dont remeber what we ordered. (You can also attribute this to the confusion I have coz of the many CCD trips I've had with Susie ;-) ). Anyway, with a variety of musical tracks, (which included the super-awesome Himes :P ), CCD is a nice place to be for a meeting with the girl.

Unfortunately, there's a bad thing about all dates and meetings. They get over. I dropped her off back to Dadar, helped her onto a bus back, waved goodbye.

To have something to look forward to in life.
You know, it feels good. Really good.

p.s. Unfortunately, my camera was hijacked by Susie during the entire duration of the date, and hence, I have no photographic evidence. At all. She found the Erase-all option.

Life is.. well, life.

2008-02-14T19:16:00.006+05:30

Please read the previous part (Bloody Hell!!) before you read this.

It’s been more than a week since the most special Saturday in my life. I remember every movement, every sound of the dream sequence of events that happened that day. But, today, somehow I get a gut feeling that very soon it’ll become a hazy memory which I’ll want to forget.

Hmmm..

She got home late that night, and sent an SMS that she had reached fine. I saw the message in morning when I woke up. Believe me, there is no fresher feeling than to receive her message the first thing on a Sunday morning. I replied back almost as soon as I woke up, even before I switched on my computer. And, I got her instant reply. She hadn’t been able to sleep well, and she said she’ll talk to me later after freshening up. I looked forward to chatting and talking with her as soon and as much as possible. But it wasn’t to be.

No news from her till night, when I got impatient and called her. She told me to stop fretting, we were not a couple yet, and that she just had been busy all day, cleaning up her hostel room etc. “Alright. Fair enough”.. I thought.

Weekdays started. Three days passed before we really got to talk much. Both of us got busy with our colleges, assignments, etc. It wasn’t like I couldn’t live without talking to her, but there was this sudden empty feeling every night before I went to sleep when I wondered.. “And another day just got over, without any laughter or happiness”. I hate weekdays.

Thursday comes and I get into active mode. Obviously, I didn’t expect her to come to Bombay again. I asked her if she was free this weekend and if I could come down for a few hours. Fortunately, she was free and more or less, in agreement.

In simple words, I was excited. My first trip to an outside city just to meet a girl.

And then, Friday night happened. She told me on chat she couldn’t meet me this weekend. She wasn’t feeling okay. It wasn’t clear to me if she wasn’t okay healthwise or she wasn’t okay with meeting me? I offered to call and talk to her, but she said she just needed to sleep and logged off.

Saturday morning comes, and goes, evening comes, and goes. One day out of two wasted.

Desperate for an answer, I emailed her.. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on? Why didn’t you come online or call me at least??”. After five minutes, I was thinking.. “Oh god, why did I write that? What if she was actually busy! I am such a cynic! What will she think about me now!!”

Sunday morning, 7 am: I am wide awake, checking my mail as soon as lan-ban got over. And I have her late-night reply. She had extra classes and labs at college. And no, we couldn’t meet on Sunday either because she was too tired.

Again Monday comes, gets over in a flurry of classes, one dumb lab, with dumber lab partners. No communication with Susie. I hate Mondays the most.

And as I lay awake on my bed, tonight, Monday night, I can’t help but reminisce about the week gone by. I haven’t been so happy and so sad simultaneously. Why do I get this weird feeling that she is trying to avoid me. Life seems so empty, so boring. Was I better off before the special Saturday? Maybe I expect too much. I don’t know. I am just not feeling good about this. Life sucks.

And then, the phone rings… “Susie calling…"

Bloody Hell!! (V-day special?)

2008-02-14T07:51:00.006+05:30

Please read the first part (Fate and Ice cream parlour date) before you read this.

Saturday 8 am. Two days after my adventure which turned into a wet and sobby story, I was fast asleep having taken the sleep-inducing anti-allergic medicine, courtesy the cold I caught traveling in rain two days back.

And the phone rings. I hardly recall setting an alarm the previous day, for I had no reason to. Cold was one thing, but frankly, I had no enthu to wake up either. Nothing to look forward to for the day. The phone screen said.. “Susie calling..”. The fake name, to avoid friendly spying and suspicions, was obviously taken from the intelligent-and-smart-yet-cute neighbour of Calvin in C&H. After the fiasco two days back, I had decided to avoid talking to her, for my own good. But totally against my instincts, for better or for worse, (which I came to know later – for worse it was) I picked up the phone.

“Hellooo? Whats with this early morning call? --Sneeeeze!--”
“Abbe. Dhyaan se sun, am not gonna repeat it. I want to meet you today, at 10 am, somewhere in Hiranandani. I need to talk to you. Tell me some suitable place”
“Yaar, why you coming all the way down here, and why so early?”
“See. My train’s leaving today evening. So, that’s ruled out. I told my cousin’s mom that I need some documents related to GRE at Sakinaka, where that testing centre is and will get some shopping done at HN”
“Lolll.. And she fell for it?”
“Ofcourse!”
“Okay, fine. We’ll meet at the Pizza Hut. You love cheese, isn’t it? What do you want to shop for anyway?”
“Gadhe. No shoppinggg! Its to meet you”
“Ohhh, ok. See ya. Mujhe sone do abhi..”
“Kumbhkaran ka baap hai saala... chal, bye.”

Obviously, within a nanosecond of finishing that call, I had lost every shred of sleep I had. I got up, had a quick breakfast and got ready. Wore some casual clothes. I had no intention to impress. But, I still wanted to hear her side of the story. Everything was going so well. What happened? Why me? Why not me???

I met her at the Pizza Hut entrance, at HN. Reached there just 10 minutes late. She was already there. And when I saw her, for a moment I thought, I never knew her at all. She was dressed in this cute pink top, and a white frilly skirt. Gracious. Breathtaking. Any pics of hers, which she had shown me before, were in some casual jeans, tshirt. And then, it happened, she smiled. I felt my heart drop, just like I felt when I had first told her on phone that I liked her and she had simply said.. “Yeah. I know re” and grinned. Anyway, so at the pizza hut, she dragged me in and got me to order a mini double-cheese for her. I asked for a Pepsi for myself.

She looked at the menu card blankly for a while, and suddenly said in a very calm voice.. “Did I ever tell you? I think I like you too..”
My jaw dropped. I managed to utter.. “But, that day..”
She said.. “Yaar. I just could not tell you.”
“What??”
“ I haven’t had the best experience with guys in my life. I liked a guy a lot, but he left me, just like that. I was terrified and hurt. Cried for days. And everyone in my family turned very protective. But I couldn’t tell you all this, coz you’d feel sad for me. And I don’t want to see anyone, especially you, sad for me anymore.”
“Hmmm...”
“Ab kya sorry bhi bolna padega? Kitna kasht hai life mein!! ;-) ”
“Heheh.. Its fine. I did feet hurt. But I knew there must be something compelling for you to go away like that.”
“Hmmm.. ”

She was pondering over something. I could see it in her eyes. But, I didn’t dare to ask. Everything was turning out so surprising, I didn’t want to break the flow.

The pizza arrived.

And suddenly, she was back again, smiling, her usual charming self. All my doubts, apprehensions simply evaporated. Over the hot slices of pizza, she told me about how her cousin’s wedding went. How she gorged on the food there and claimed that she must have gained 5 kgs in last two days. She even talked about my projects and how I should get my lazy ass to work more often. We talked for a looong time, about everything! I realized it, so did she, that somewhere in those conversations, was hidden the reason why we were there in Pizza Hut in Hiranandani on a Saturday morning. We liked each other a lot.

It was time for her to go. As we left the pizza hut, she could see it in my eyes, I was worried about something. She said.. “What now?”. I told her.. “ It’s the distance. It scares me.” She smiled, and said.. “Dude. Three hours distance isn’t much of a distance anyway. We’ll see re..”. And she was off onto the autorickshaw back to her cousin’s place.

As I was going back to IIT, I sms’ed her.. “Bloody hell! Now, things get interesting!!”

Within a minute, my phone buzzed back,
Her reply? “Yeah, I know :-) ”

Sexy Salsa

2008-02-13T20:01:00.004+05:30

Yes, you have every right to be alarmed. I tried learning Salsa.

Salsa, the flirtatious and sensual dance, which means sauce connoting the spicy flavour. If salsa were to be covered in a million steps, I probably just learned step 1. Just the basic foot movement of the most basic move. And guess what, I did this during my internship.

But, am sure I am going to learn dancing some day. Before that, I'll try to first become lean and flexible (fat chance!! :P ) and gonna learn salsa when I start working!

Now that I am recalling such flimsy aims, I think am also gonna learn kickboxing. You must be thinking.. "Kickboxing??!! Yeah, right!!". Well, I got this idea from my sis. We were walking along somewhere, and out of the blue, she says to me, "You know, I could give a kick in your head, right now, and you'll be down even before you realize what struck you". I was probably thinking "Yeah, right!" when she seemed to read my mind and said.. "Abbe, I've learnt it at my gym, and if you dont believe it, challenge me". At that moment, I did NOT challenge my sis who is half a foot shorter than me and probably weighs 20 kgs less than me. I knew she wasn't joking! :-D

And, now that we have moved on from reality to dreaming, one day, I would like to ask out a gal with a classic Aamir-khan in DCH style line, with a knee to the ground. Hows that for an idea? Hehehe..

Dream on!!

Fate and Ice cream parlour date.

2008-02-12T22:50:00.002+05:30

It was a tiring half-hour auto ride. I was wearing my favourite blue shirt, which had been nicely ironed by my mom looong back, and I had kept it saved for a day unknown, never knew it would come in use today. I never expected her to call me up and tell me.. "Will you like to be a coolie for an hour or so?". She lived in a different city. Was coming to my city, to meet some relatives, she had no enthu to meet, but it was the marriage season, she could not avoid. But, she told them to pick up an hour later than her train was supposed to arrive. And called me instead, two hours before her train reached Bombay. "Abbe, aata hai kya?". I was in eighth heavens :-)

Owing to the hurry, and as I later realised, I forgot the trusted umbrella, and it was pre-rainy season in bombay. The one you can never trust. I had an hour to get ready. So, ditched my class, asked my wingie to give my proxy in the HSS class. Got a lucky lift from hostel to main gate. Got an auto, and was on my way, to meet the you-know-who of my life. It was fate that I had an afternoon off that day when she was coming, fate that she actually wanted to meet me, (and who knows maybe get it over with). Anyway, I reached the train station, with zero planning or thoughts to what I was gonna say or do. And yeah, obviously, I was excited.

Her train was late, by abt 40 minutes or so, the announcement board didnt show her train's name, I thought, did I hear the wrong station? But this is what she told me. So, I waited.. And finally, it came, the train and the girl-I-was-dying-to-meet-for-so-long. We never doubted we would be able to recognise each other. We did recognise, thankfully. And she didnt even let me lift both her bags. One for each it was. Anyway, since I had just 20 minutes left, we decided (it was more my suggestion) to go to the nearby Baskin Robbins shop. I loved icecream and she knew it. So, she agreed. I had a cone of Alphanso Mango and she had a cup of chocolate crumbs.

It seems funny now that we didnt really talk much, and more often than not, caught each other looking in each other's eyes. Who knew eyes can do so much talking.

I didnt have time to pick up any gift for her. I dont know how it would have looked. She did tease me about not saving any chocolates I had brought from UK for her. Well, what could I do but blush.

Then came the call, her cousin was coming to pick her up in 5 minutes. Suddenly, her attitude totally changed. I felt like I was an outsider again. And almost like she was feeling guilty about meeting me. By this time, we had stepped outside the icecream shop, and a few rain drops had started falling.

I felt like I had too many things to say. But before I could say a word, she said.. "Listen, I've gotta go now. My relatives are crazy and I dont want to give them wrong idea". I was a bit taken aback, thinking, "I was the wrong idea??!!". But an ever-optimist, I replied.. "Hmmm, okay. So, when do we meet next?". She tried to smile, but couldn't. She waited a moment for the railways announcement to get over and said quietly.. "I am not so sure about it. sorry. thanks for coming."

She went away towards the main entrance of the station. She didn't look back.

I stood there, drenched in rain and pain, as the local train crowd buzzed past me....

Interview, do I have a clue!

2008-02-10T19:27:00.000+05:30

This is an actual story (from the Wall Street Journal) : A young woman who was asked about her greatest weakness (a common interview question). Without thinking, she blurted the answer "chocolate!".

Lolmax!!

Anyway, I promised a puzzle interview question long back.. here you go..

Q. Can the mean of any two consecutive prime numbers ever be prime?

Ans: No, ofcourse not! Replace the word prime with any other word, and the answer is still no. If they are consecutive, then by definition there are none of them in between!

:-D

I am the B-boy!

2008-02-09T17:41:00.000+05:30

I got this idea, or more specificially, an observation, last night just before I went to sleep. Had no enthu to write on word and save it for when net gets back, I almost forgot about it..

In my life, except Indore, I have had an exceptional association with places with names starting with B. Bombay, Bath and soon-to-be Bangalore.. (I love to call it Bombay, I love the name Bombay, dont get me started on the Bombay->Mumbai crap). Indore is just home. Home sweet simple home. But these are the places, where I've lived, learnt a lot about life. Funny thing is, for both Bombay and Bath, I totally fell in love with the place (and in both cases, even before I went to the place :) ). I truly belonged to the place, loved to meet ppl there, and inherit the place's characteristics!

And even more surprisingly, I fell out of love with both the places. Not that I got home-sick, but more like I got place-sick. I wonder if same's gonna happen with Bangalore. I just cant wait to get there.. and I dunno how long will I be there, or more importantly, how long will I want to be there..

I guess, I just like to change, I like to move on..

Whats next?
Boston? Berlin? Bangalore (for ever?? - third time lucky? ;-) ?

Duck Race!!

2008-02-07T22:14:00.000+05:30

note : Theres too much formatting pain, photos and captions are very misaligned. sorry for that :( Try using IE, might help.

Date: May 5, 2007.
Location: Puteney Bridge, Bath, UK.
Event: Duck Race!!

The 1000 (plastic) ducks are released at the Pulteney Weir! Oh, just a sec, Duck no 768 was disqualified for doping charges!! :D

All the ducks move towards the side rail (Just like - in a long race, runners move towards the inner track). Also, ofcourse, there is less turbulence and a steady speed is easier to achieve!

The early leaders!

The commentator (and the refree)! I bet he cheated! ;-)

And the race continues.. Every duck is trying sooo hard! ;-)

Very close to the finish line! Duck no. 475 clearly won!! There was a close contest for the second place though :D

For the "dentally impaired"..

2008-02-03T21:01:00.000+05:30

I request all restaurants in Bombay and in future, in Bangalore, to start serving Chapati/Rumali roti.

It is very difficult for me to keep eating rice and its various version all the time, just coz your supposed roti (which are tandoori roti) and naan, and kulcha etc etc are too hard for me to bite into. You have no idea how much trouble and pain I have to face when I have to eat one of the above mentioned varieties of roti, giving a literal interpreation to "biting off more than I can chew"!

Btw, is there some quota for the 'dentally impaired' and 'youth with a dearth of tooth'? I'll be glad to know. :-)

abbe saale!

2008-02-03T20:56:00.000+05:30

Susie: HEY, CALVIN! Are we near a slaughterhouse, or did you forget your deodorant?!

Calvin: DROP DEAD, SUSIE! You're so ugly, I hear your mom puts a bag over your head before she kisses you goodnight!!

Calvin: It's shameless the way we flirt.

hmmm.. reminds me of someone I know, and the choiciest hindi (saas-bahu style) abuses I've heard. :D

Expectation{ her } = 1 ?

2008-02-03T12:52:00.000+05:30

Hum intezaar karenge,
Hume intezaar karenge 12 baje tak,

Khuda kare ki lan-ban ho,
aur tuuu online aaye..

Hum intezaar karenge..... :D

p.s. missed call bhi chalega :P

ars est celare artem

2008-02-01T18:15:00.000+05:30

I am fond of sketching. I just dont seem to be able to do it very well, but thats a different matter.

And this is the exact thought that strikes me during every lecture these days. You know, in my final semester, you would think I am free all the time, just a project to do. But no, I have 4 courses! one lecture in morning, one in afternoon, every day of the week! And I take it like a bitter medicine, regular dosage. Anyway, the point is, since I am pretty bored in all these lectures, (various reasons : prof's boring, me not able to understand a single word, students slow at filling up a dumb questionnaire in psychology class, etc etc), so, with a single pen and notebook, am left with no choice.

Mostly, I draw faces. Rather, I try to draw faces. I start by trying a female face. End up drawing something between a male face and a freak. Then, I get to drawing torsos. And I dont even want to discuss the results. Actually, am good at drawing something which is in front of me, I can have a direct look at. So, unfortunately, instead of a female smiling face, mostly its the blackboard or the slide projector or some half-bald guy's half-bald head. And believe it or not, by now, am pretty good at drawing those. :D

Well, if you look at my notebooks, on the last but one page, you'll find lots of "sketches" drawn with blue ball pen, with big slashed lines cutting across, my feeble attempt to hide the amazing artwork I've done.

p.s. the latin quote in the title means "True art is to conceal art" :-)

sooo..

2008-01-30T12:50:00.000+05:30

I wish those STD and ISD call rates were less expensive.
Most of my phone balance is spent only on std calls. I wish I could use it even more.
I'll be really glad if they come up with a scheme for making cheaper calls to a particular city or two :-)