I did it MY WAY

Chasing Dreams and Butterflies- Part 1

2008-08-21T00:11:00.002+05:30

This is the story of a girl called Red who loves chasing Yellow butterflies. Red lives in the Green mountains which touches the Blue skies. This was her world. It was her dream was to catch all the Yellow butterflies and make them into a beautiful ladder, so that she could climb high up the Blue skies. Now these butterflies lived in the White valley. Red had no idea where this valley was. All she knew was that she needed those butterflies. Thus began her journey of chasing dreams and butterflies....

My Industrial Visit

2008-07-28T22:01:00.005+05:30

Thats my class....more or less :P(in the CPCL township)

Finally the chemical batch ’09 went for the much pending industrial visit. And it was fun. Actually, FUN. The 10 hrs journey to Chennai Petro Chemical Limited was really tiresome. Initially I was really skeptical about taking the trip for my batch was infamous troublemakers in the entire school. But I was wrong. The entire 36hrs that I spent with my class was amazing. Never in 4 years I had so much fun. And it would be really unfair to tell about my trip in just one post. Lets ‘fractionate’ the trip to the refining industry and back, into 3 ‘cuts’ :P

Cut 1: it all started with a “Jo bole so nihal..” around 11pm. With top numbers blaring from the speakers, the bus “floor” was on fire. Our class Pappu (Devansh) was all in mood to prove that he can really dance ;) Few of them joined him in what looked more like jumping than dancing. Along with the hootings, it was just a warm up. Dreading a disaster, I simply looked out of the window and turned on my player. Didn’t realize when I dozed off but on waking up, found the dance session was over. It was past 1 am and this time something else was on cards – Antakshiri. Now this was too good to miss for typical “driver collection” songs were being sung. I joined Pappu and Bansal’s team. It was more of shouting and having fun then singing. It began with just few of us but then the entire bus was crooning expect the 8 other girls of my class. Now Megha and Afrin were on vomiting spree and the rest 6 were sleeping?!?!?!
It was past 3am when we were all exhausted of songs and energy. Even our throats hurt. Finally the two faculty members there asked us to shut up and let them sleep. So when the lights went off, Bansal’s “Chutkule” session started. Anand has an awesome gift of gab. Each joke killed us with laughter and ended with us shouting “Encore! Encore!”
Slept around 5.30 am only to wake up to the sound of Mote(Mohit) clicking pictures of the rising sun and the sleeping beauties..lol
We reached CPCL township around 7am and after a 2 hr break we started for the refinery. Now what we learned there was doubtable for when the presentation started, we all dozed off in the ac conference hall. The tour of the plant was awesome though. Finally I got 2 see the “stripper” of chemical plants (btw,it’s a gas/liquid stripping column ;)). By midday it was really hot and after lunch in the plant canteen, we hurried back to our bus which was like a furnace. We then started for the second part of the journey : the BEACH.

Surving Life and Love

2008-07-24T23:15:00.004+05:30

Lately I have been noticing that people come to me asking for advice on relationships.. I mean its ironical 'coz I am the last person to know about relationships...lol.. And these people are my friends so I m in a fix. I mean what do I say to a girl whoz been dumped recently and now hates men.. ?!?! Even though I am a feminist at heart,paint my toenails pink n black and listen 2 rock only....that doesn't mean I am a man-hater. I love my dad, my bro and my dear BFFs (Sid n Chey) and do believe that there are few good men still left.
My pathetic advice 2 her on being indifferent to the entire situation was received with a sigh. I realised she expected something more filmy like calling her ex names, or planning something evil to trouble him until he is sorry etc. etc. But that was old ME. I just don't believe in such extremes anymore. I have fallen so many times and picked myself up that now I welcome and acknowledge the presence of setbacks in life. And so when I couldn't give my friend any better advice, I just made her listen to Let It Be and let John,Paul,Ringo and George teach her this imprtant lesson on life and love.

When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. let it be.

Let it be, let it be, .....

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,
shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be, .....

Job Vs. Business

2008-06-05T20:08:00.000+05:30

Today 1075 of my batch mates got placed in TCS out of 1400 something who cleared the prelims. All for a package of Rs. 3.15 lacs per annunm. I wasn’t one of them. Infact I didn’t even register for PAT centre. Meaning, I m not applying for any on-campus jobs. For I want to start my own business. I would rather work for myself than for some corporate. Also, I believe my ability and creativity weighs much more than 3.15 lacs.
I don’t know yet what business I will venture into. Many of my friends and relatives call me a “fool” for my rash decision. After all, we are a part of the great Indian middle class. Maybe I m a fool, and I m hungry for being “someone who made a difference”. Every year India produces around 3 lakhs of engineers out of which a mere .5-.2% starts their own business. Starting a business is not easy and sadly India lacks the spirit of entrepreneurialism. The majority of the youth settles for an 8-2-8 job. We spend and spend, but production is negligible.
Ironically, half of the American economy is boosted by the millions of small scale industries of the country (now we know why the Indians get these much coveted software jobs!!). No doubt USA’s “one-door” policy has helped many startups to turn into successful businesses compared to the “snakes-and- ladders” industrial policy of the Indian government. Also, I blame the education system of the country. Its creating nothing but generations after generations of cheap labors. They make zombies outta us and train us 24x7 to get jobs. Its really unfortunate to see great minds go waste.
But a new wave of entrepreneurs is surfacing lately. They are young and passionate professionals who run their own business instead of joining the corporate bandwagon. They are the Young Turks of India. CNBC has very efficiently showcased these young achievers whose innovative ideas have given them the right place in the market. For India to rise into a Superpower, we need more of these Young Turks who will turn into Business Titans and eventually be Multinational Giants.

Life is like that

2008-06-03T09:34:00.004+05:30

Every evening after my 2 hrs of swimming session, I just come back home hungry as a hippo. Now swimming has done wonders to my appetite and also I m gradually overcoming my fear of drowning. Yesterday was my 4th day of training and I completed 2 laps. I feel great! I guess I m no longer afraid of water.
By the time I came out of the pool, it was 8pm. Already hungry and tired, and to add to my woes, it started raining and there was a power-cut. My 20 mins of leisure night-walk to home turned into a frenzied run for dry shelter. In my hurry to take a shortcut, I climbed a 6 feet wall, only to slip, fall and chip my nail. Now I was tired, hungry and bruised. I think I cursed everything for ruining my evening...from the rain to the algae growing on that wall.
Little did I know that something else awaits me at home. Something that worked like a panacea to my Pandora's box. Papa cooked dinner of pork and rice...it was fantastic!! When he cooks, its more of an art than cooking. And he always says that his secret ingredient is LOVE.The pork curry was like a symphony of flavors. Four of us had an amazing candlelight dinner( Thank you, ASEB!) with the amazing pitter-patter of the rain outside. A memorable ending to my twisted evening.

What if.....

2008-05-03T23:16:00.005+05:30

My series of what ifs is never ending. This is a new to me- " What if I studied medicine? "
Well, I have been watchin Scrubs alot lately, not to mention reading Eric Segal's Doctors at the same time. My confused brain has to play its part as always. As I lay in my bed contemplating my future as a doctor, some of the good stuffs I see:
1. My parents own a hospital.
2. My mom is a doc and I come from a family of doctors.
3. The Hyde-NJC episode would have never taken place, and eventually I would not have ended up in VIT.
4.I get to cut open cadavers and see whats actually inside...(I have just imagined in my imagination, a wonder-fool spoof of the Ramsay brothers' horror movies :P)
5.I get to live practically with a skeleton. Everyday will be a Halloween for me...Yuppie!!
6.I would have been a crazy-cool shrink ;) Only kind of doctor not in my family. I know its not considered "real" medicine, but boy, everyone does need to visit a shrink these days. The crazies of the world are catching up. Sooner or later you will defintely get humped by one of them and be a full time crazy. More about shrinks and humping crazies later. Its not just sitting on an easy chair your entire life acquiring adipose tissue on your ass telling people its ok to be crazy , its more like looking into their heads, as Kotler puts it "personal orientation". Remember JLo in "The cell" ?? Obviously you won't get patients outta a Hitchcock movie, but still, I guess it will be interesting to delve into other's brains.
Then why didn't I study medicine?!?!
1. In high school, I failed in Bio miserably . My human heart diagrams somehow always looked like a multicoloured raddishes( oh yes! we had to colour them) and the sperm diagram looked like a balloon tied by a string :P
2. My mom practically dissuaded me saying-by the time I become a full fledged doctor, half of my life will be over( which is true :( )
3. Doctors never have enough time. They are ever-busy.
4.Somehow they always smell like disinfectants .
5.I could have never remembered those 1001 names of tissues, diseases yada yada.
But oh! The beauty of rewinding back time and starting all over again, doing something new... although in my imagination! My best 60 seconds.

Yay!! Its never too late...

2008-05-02T22:43:00.002+05:30

....to start blogging again :P
The only thing I wrote past few days was my SOP and filling up few forms. Writing exams are compulsion..thus not to be counted. Few hundreds of thoughts to blog( the "un-classified" ones) did burst up since my last entry, but damnnit!! yet again the evil power of "laziness" took over me. With the cracking of my knuckles i hereby announce my comeback! (Har! Har! I bet noboby even noticed that I was gone...lol) But what the heck? My space...MY WAY!!

Its 5 in the morNING...

2007-12-29T05:18:00.001+05:30

....and i have absolutely no idea what to do now,other than not getting sleep....
6am..time to hit the gym but its still an hour away...so what do i do??
... i find myself surfing through a greek holiday page(i have absolutely no idea why!!!) and another page on diatomaceous earth(work!)

what can i possibly blog about?!?!.....no politics,no games,no food....at this hour nothing absolutely interests me...(sid, i hope that answers your question)

Grooms for sale..!!

2007-12-02T15:30:00.000+05:30

It happens only in India. Well two days from now my cousin was supposed to get married. Now it’s cancelled. Reason: DOWRY!! (Very much prevalent in many Indian communities. Fortunately it doesn’t exist in my Assamese community. And this is why we were hit below the belt.) It was another boy-meets-girl story. He is a Jhat and she is an Assamese. They fell in love and decided to get married after dating for 3 years. Everything was picture perfect until a dowry of 50 lakhs was demanded a week before the marriage. Well if it wasn’t paid on the day of “sagaii” (which was two days before the marriage and to be held at Delhi), the “baraat” won’t come down to Assam for the wedding. Sounds like a stupid Sooraj Barjhatiya plot, eh? Well this has what happened in reality and that too in my family!!

Thought that in such a helpless situation the bride’s family would comply with it. But they just missed a single point. They are dealing with the Sarmas. Blame it on our genes, but we do strike back when unexpected. My sister simply told the groom: “Bhad mein jai tu aur teri ma…the marriage is off!!” I bet he didn’t see that coming. And if marriage is all about respecting one another, then dude, I can never respect a guy who asks money from my dad.

Calling off the marriage was really brave of her and the entire family supports her decision. Her only lament is that she couldn’t recognize earlier what schmuck and weakling he was. I mean who would expect an educated guy with a secured job to act like an invalid. Ironically, Indian grooms come with price tags. The marriage market is an auction house indeed. Higher your degree and your position, the dowry amount increases exponentially. No consideration even if the bride is equally qualified.

Taking dowry can never be an age-old tradition. It is just another means for filling our endless pit of greed. And the new-age Indians are crazy about easy money. So unless you clean the skeletons in your closet, there is no stopping to DOWRY.

Clouds, a book, pringles…perfect day!

2007-11-02T00:44:00.000+05:30

Its been a cloudy day today and oh, what a respite! I mean after the ever existing scorching heat of Vellore, the rains are like “mama mia”… winter here is nothing more than the rains.. But I ain’t complaining. I m just at my laziest best. Spending an entire rainy day doing nothing. Just reading one your favorites in the warmth of the quilt…hmmm I could trade it with any day of my life. Well Gone With The Wind still spins the same magic everytime I read it. Simply can’t get over the beautiful yet fiery Scarlett O’ Hara and her struggle during the war, and the audacious Rhett Butler (we all fell in love with him!) and his snide remarks. Been reading it since morning and never realized it was almost dinnertime when I finished this thousand page epic( okay, I missed breakfast and lunch in a row but saved by a pack of pringles J). Had it not been for my nosy neighbour who banged my door 2 check on vitality signs, I wouldn’t have come out of this reverie. Now this is the beauty of living in a single room on the seventh floor. Nobody bothers and this is my own seventh haven. Wish my term end examination wasn’t round the corner, or else I would have devoured the entire literary section of the library(the section I ever visited..lol). Now that my book is over and I had a totally messy dinner of the mess, alas there ain’t much to do around than sleeping. Hope its another rainy day tomorrow for another good book to read. The importance of being idle is learnt and respected after all.

le mur sans tristesse

2007-09-23T23:51:00.000+05:30

CAMs are round the corner...and this is the time of the semester that i really hate..not dat i m an exam-o-phobic...its just that u kindda feel tensed,as if a heavy cloud of bad moods is hovering over u..i mean exams are imminent n so are these times..an erre silence falls over the hostel corridors(now now this isn't some r.l.stine tale)..the place gets a demented look..at times even my room gets stuffy and the sight of so many texts on my table makes me feel like puking..so this time i m nt taking a chance and thats when i got the idea of creating my "snappy wall"...now don't take the literal meaning...its the wall infront of my table and i stuck it with pictures from my albums..little did i know that the outcome would be so good..the entire wall looks like a collage of my life..its so full of people and so full of life..people who are part of my life or people who momentarily touched my life at some point..all of them together at one place and smiling down at u is truly amazing..i am not a romantic but watchin these snaps make me feel as if i m watchin the movie of my life minus the sad parts...and that makes a light feel good movie?? a comedy rather coz there are these embarrasing pics where i had really short hair or the ones where i played the role of devil in school drama and i apparently had two red horns, a tail and my face painted black...!! i mean that drama was a mistake but now i laugh looking back at it...and i m not ashamed of telling about it... hey wait a min..isn't this what life is all about?? sometimes you make certain mistakes and later on have a good laugh thinking about them..and what a fool u had been!! now looking at these pics i kindda feel elated at any time of the day and i just simply smile...and i just hope this works during the dark times a.k.a the exam times...the only wish unfulfilled is..the pictures aren't moving!!

life is beautiful...infact it always was...

2007-08-27T23:24:00.000+05:30

well today morning i woke up with a hollow feeling... i felt really miserable...i just realised what i was missing the most in life...surprisingly it was life itself!! i felt so sorry about my foolishness to waste the precious moments in my life cribbing about (my college, my bad grades,my course subjects...),my stupid bouts of depression and loneliness, crying out loud how good my past was and how much i hate the present, feeling sad about people i lost, things i didnt do or said at the right moment, some wrong choices in my life etc. etc.. now i know and have thus learnt that it was all BULLSHIT!! life was never a sad place for me to live in... it was i who made it sad...pathetic to be more precise..there were times in my life when i wanted to erase certain memories of my life cause it haunted me..didnt realise i was trying to rob away my own happiness in this futile pursuit... but now, trying to live with them, and accepting it as part of this cycle called life actually made my life much more simpler..and happier..

i mean wat was i so sad about all these years?!?! i got everything i wanted ...a healthy life,an amazing dad(oh!! hez "papa the great"), an awesome mom(more of a friend than a mother), a very naughty yet cute brother(kiddo, u rock!!), a set of very good friends( u r the "darlings")...and above all i get to live everyday..i mean wat more can i ask for?? life is really beautiful for me..i was once a happy kid and intend to remain the same in future...enough of the so called "depression phase" of my life..its time to wake up after this long hibernation and face the reality...

"the phoenix will rise from its ashes"...infact it already has.

This SUCKS!!

2007-08-20T01:38:00.000+05:30

Its 1.39 am.. and i m not getting sleep..excellent !!i have a paper 2 write after 9 hrs. and here i am not getting a wink of sleep...its not d 1st time i m writing an exam..nor m i nervous due to my lack of preperation...then why i ain't getting sleep?? i feel totally demented coz i hate to enter d class with dark circles or puffy eyes..maybe i will fall asleep after the reading the 1st question itself...

i even walked around the entire 9 floors of my hostel (a fruitless attempt 2 tire myself out!!), sat on the roof top garden listening to the intoxicating "coldplay"( mind you there were no stars n moon out 2nite..its cloudy)and ate an entire packet of "milano"..read a boring cheminope its still no helping...now here i m typing away aimlessly (in other words..blogging!!) and murdering around hundreds of mosquitoes past 5 mins in my room...n yet i m not sleepy!!

aww..c'mon this can't happen to me?!?!...i love sleeping and lazying around...no this is real bad news..waitamin..i jus yawned!! yippee...boring as hell u r o' blogging...but a good way to get some sleeping..nite

LSD

2007-08-14T00:00:00.000+05:30

..."Lysergic acid diethylamide. When taken with adequate amount of coke in the right way, u r high for the next 27 hrs max..."

Now this is what i wanted 2 work on as my 3rd year chemical mini-project..Alas my project partner, Aashish wanted to work on environmental issues...Baah!! Had i worked on it, imaGINE how many personal inputs i would have got from my "reliable sources"..it would be a real big -time project helping the ever-stoned student community of our college...

Dancing My Stress Away...

2007-08-10T23:48:00.000+05:30

My 3rd year @VIT is proving to be really fatal...mentally and physically. The work load has increased thousand times more with the donkey load of backlogs to overcome.. I mean there is hardly any time to eat breakfast 'coz if u r even 5 mins late for this 1st hr..you are simply thrown out...I m experiencing it every week...and it sucks when d prof. says "Next class!!" and the jackasses of my class shouts "LATE!LATE!LATE!".. With the compulsion of 75% attendance in every subject to be eligible to write the exams...life sucks here big time...

Not to mention the hot and humid climate of this place and the excellent behaviour of my department profs., i have become permanently hyper-irritated, allergic to people..picking up fights every other day was getting to familiar to me..Just the other day i shouted at the substitute lab in charge "Mr. CHIDKUT" .. I mean that guy got some problem with me.. He always picks me out when the entire batch is talking or laughing(at him!!)...That day my boiling point was really low ...and my patience just vaporised..I guess it hit him real hard ...Never did he expect that kind of retort...I did get a few pats on the back..I guess i spoke what was on everyone's minds...newayz dats not the point...its jus that my irritated behaviour irritates me more than anyone else...

Tried yoga, long talks, watched few comedies, listened to music, read books....nah!nothing was helping..until one fine something real good happened...dancing!!..well to start off with i m hell of a dancer...i suffer from the lead legs on the dance floor syndrome...so the other day when the music was loud in my room and there was nothing to do at all...i just got a crazy idea of shaking my leg a bit.. result : i was dancing for half an hour.. and i liked it!! i mean those 30 mins were stress free, anger free, irritation free...whoop!! that was jus the start..now i got the complete collection of Jane Fonda's workout with high power music...Not a regular though but whenever i get a chance i love dancing my stress away....jus lovin' it!

why i ain't posting nemore??

2007-07-20T17:49:00.000+05:30

coz i m stuck in dis bloody hell hole called vit @v(H)ellore...here everything is stagnant...not only air n water even the grey cells...they literally die here...reason: 85% of the insty ppl r either stoned, drunk or asleep,...10% of them have infected their grey cells with infinite boredom...n the rest 5%(yeah dats d faculty) are simply born without them...so guys n gals if u r a creative genius and quite bored with dat image....JOIN US!!
HAVE A NICE STAY!!

Bheja Fry

2007-06-13T19:51:00.000+05:30

finally a movie where you can laugh your brains out...

nice, warm intellectual comedy..don't expect any great stuff as in great sets n hunks n damsels for the characters(yeah milind soman is an exceptional here!! xoxoxo)

must watch in theatres and since its not that popular you will find almost empty theatres.

advantage:you can kick the empty chair infront of you while being the "laughing hyena".

when ur running..n u can't talk..u know u r fast

2007-06-13T07:10:00.000+05:30

every morning as i put on my favorite pair of Nike n start jogging with dad....this song keeps ringing on my head on n on...

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head(...my head sings that even on sunny days too)
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head,
they keep fallin'

So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head,
they keep fallin'......nananana

..coz d dunno d rest. as i jog past the riverside the same scenes keep on reapeating since i was 3...old,young , thin, fat,sportsmen,businessmen...all sorts of joggers..only difference..the young became old and few thin ones became fat with age...the only thing that remained same was the serene atmosphere....its actually fun to watch people in the joggers' park...old people busy in their laughter therapy and yoga...d young and the hopeless(like me) busy in watchin other people...
for me, i guess my jogging schedule is divided in2 three parts...1st round is rather "sleep" jogging...eyes refuse 2 open at 5am...2nd is actually when i start my day...running...3rd round is all i think of is running and chicken cheese burger...well no motivation works here though...i imagine my burger running infront me...thats it...i complete my run before time...only at the end i still don't get my burger but end up sweating from head to toes...i guess not all stories have a happy ending...

And good day continues...

2007-06-06T20:09:00.000+05:30

finally i didnt screw up my cooking....i made the perfect tuna sandwich(dats what rahul told!!)...seriously my lady luck is really smiling on me today...isn't it looking yummy??

hmm...its perfect

2007-06-06T15:29:00.000+05:30

well finally i can call it the perfect day of my vacation..its raining outside now...little droplets are entering through the open window...frank sinatra, nnenna freelon, peggy lee n bobby drain are crooning in my player...n i m reading one of the amazing book of all time.... "love in the time of cholera"...everything is just so fine that i feel as if i m on a vacation in a dream...so i guess penning it down will keep this moment fresh 4ever...

The Pasta Disaster

2007-05-17T22:54:00.000+05:30

It was a sultry evening and there was nothing to occupy my mind..just flipping through the web pages wasn't a joy either..so i tried doing the unthinkable-cooking...and that too PASTA!!
now it wasn't that terrifying at the start although i m in a total alien territory-the KITCHEN!! well...to start off with i burnt my hand while draining the hot water...the amount of tomatoes weren't enough...the sauce was undercooked...the pasta was overboiled n looked like loose skin(yeww!!)..but that was not d worst part...it was the aftermath-the kitchen was total mess(mom freaked out!!) and ya how can i forget the part called "EATING"...where i made ma,pa n bro to eat that gooey stuff...well mom n dad gobbled it down with litres of water and rahul coudn't eat more than 3 spoons(i know he did that too outta pity or maybe courtesy)and this is what he said:

"Sis,do whatever u want in life except...cooking!!"

ah! it was a real shame especially when both your parents are awesome cook...not my fault(zaroor genes mein koi chemical locha hua tha!!)

The Bastard Theory

2007-05-09T16:21:00.000+05:30

well the other day i came across this hilarious yet a very controversial theory.its by Anthony Sherratt concerning how/why it's the bastards who end up with women(hey!!not all women..)..here goes the theory:
"Women find confidence attractive. The only problem with this is that quite often the other traits a woman may look for are not present in the most common form of Confi-magnon man: the Bastard. Bastards are very confident particularly in social situations because they have less invested in it. That is, they don't really care. And when you don't care there's little or no nerves, a nonchalant attitude and sometimes a touch of arrogance. This lack of caring (the very lack of the sensitivity that women also want) is easily disguised when The Charm needs to be turned on: true bastards do this easily. Their philosophy is that women are for just their pleasure and I've even had one offer his "hunting philosophy" that went along the lines of "I'll get/ask for sex and I get it or I don't. 99 rejections are worth 1 acceptance."(bloody bastards!!) (paraphrased) In summary they see women as a sex toy or meat and it's their low care factor that gives them their confidence, their strongest weapon.

The real problem lies in the fact that most females seem unable to distinguish between confident bastard (common) and confident man (rarer and becoming disillusioned). After all bastards camouflage themselves well and have more opportunity to practice the charm (ie lies). But unlike confident man the bastards don't follow through. Occasionally they will for awhile but their selfishness will shine through.

The truly sad thing is that because of the higher profile the bastards enjoy a lot of women will generalise and categorise all men into the bastards genre(and they love doing it!!). This is obviously untrue (and unfair) but the sensitive man is the one who is a little less likely to play the games and may often be rebuffed early. Going off on a tangent now... But most men can distinguish between the sleaze/player/bastard (confidant-eructus) and the dying breed of confidant romantics??Ironic that the shallower (and retrospectively less attractive) man is more attractive in the short-term. Is humanity doomed by our own genes? Or just our emotional desires? "

finally the song that inspired my blog...

2007-05-05T00:04:00.000+05:30

MY WAY:
-Frank Sinatra(yeah i do listen 2 jazz 2..thanks 2 him...mesmerised me with his album "Strangers in the night"....i still go gaga over that golden voice...way to go sinatra!!)

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.

Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!

THE BEST PART OF MY DAY...

2007-04-06T11:57:00.000+05:30

Seriously it’s the most unexpected thing that can happen to me coz I study in such an insty where I hate everything about it. Ask my best friend and he’ll tell u how much I complain about my college. But a strange thing happened n now I actually started liking my insty. Well I joined this Techno-preneurship Training Program (TET) conducted by VITTBI and I love it. It’s the missing link of my restlessness. Here I m taught the basics of starting my own business – from finding a business opportunity to marketing the product.

Its love at first sight. From day1 it’s a magical tour for me. Every moment of these classes I learn something new. And I m enjoying the whole experience. It’s generally after my class hours. From 5pm it sometimes extends up to 9pm. And hey I m not complaining about the dinners I missed or my basketball practices or hanging out with my friends. The whole idea of starting my own business actually scared me in the beginning. But now that I know its same feeling for any damn entrepreneur, I m no longer scared to take a dive in the business world. Infact my first business venture is in its incubation period. I m not an MBA (nor intend to be one!!), so I m vulnerable to making mistakes in my first venture. But I love to learn my lessons always the hard way. It’s a real time challenge and nothing excites me more than a tough challenge.

Number crunching in finance class or solving the tricky case studies actually makes my day. Besides, the numerous camps and seminars I attended have opened a new vista for me. And the best part is I m meeting people from the business world. Industrialists, venture capitalists, entrepreneurs, marketing scholars…you name it. Just sitting next to them and sharing their experiences is euphoric. There is so much to learn from them. Its like I m an empty glass which never gets full. I remember my Taekwondo Master saying “Never stop learning. If u ever have to bow ur head in front of someone to gain knowledge never give a second thought. Go for it”. And its so true.

Business world is my world. This is where I belong. It’s a tough and lonely road ahead. But who cares? After all its what I love. And nothing else matters.

Big apple… Britain…. Big brother…. Brown… "B" factor surely affects us

2007-03-20T18:56:00.000+05:30

That's the crap we have been reading for "quite" sometime. Seriously it's a worthy piece of shit 'coz every one is having a good time from it. Right from the celebrity herself to the readers. It's a beautiful chain reaction. We Indians are always good at making issues (literally n biologically too!!) I mean aren't we the ones who love kissing the phirangis' white asses since they first landed on our soil. No doubt the British left is us in 1947 but we surely did follow them back to their homes(like faithful dogs!!).

I don't know what's wrong with the so called "rich n famous n intellectuals" of our country. Why are they so prone to kissing white asses n become proud immigrants in foreign lands?? Fine! U get good money, better lifestyle….blah blah blah and what! Hordes of racist remarks and slave treatments!! And I don't blame the whites for this. U know why?? 'Coz they are so used to Indians behaving no better than slaves. Whether u are a businessman in Britain or a Silicon Valley worker or a celebrity or just a college student they will always laugh at ur back. They don't give a damn being called as racists. 'Coz they know very well that at the end of the day we need to come crawling back to them. Doesn't the value of dollar decide how many Indians will get to have their dinner tonight?

But media is giving a different picture altogether. I mean look at this sequence of headlines: "Shilpa faces racist slurs in celebrity show", "Indians around the world protest at the misbehavior of the house inmates", "British condemns Goody's behavior", "Goody apologises to the world", "Shilpa wins the Big Brother", "Shilpa meets the queen", "Goody comes down to India", "Commons all praise for Shilpa"….. And on and on…

I mean what crap picture is media painting to us. Don't they know we Indians love being insulted. Our forefathers happily received it and we are just following their steps. Now look at this irony. The British leaders are calling "our" Shilpa (pun intended) an "epitome of grace"… hey wait a minute! Aren't they from the same families who called Gandhi the " naked fakir"?? Poor white men! Look what all they have to do to save their dirty white asses!!

Now look at us. At this moment there is so-called "uprising" among us. And we are fighting for our human rights, condemning racism. But how long do u think will this continue? Unless we believe in ourselves and "we can do it on our own" becomes the mantra , these are of no help. Now I m not talking about total isolation but I m saying no to "decent slavery". I agree ours is not a perfect country, but we can actually work for it. Look at our Japanese friends. Their "been there, done that" attitude have catapulted them to the topmost slot amongst the Asians. Now people if u think u had enough of "ass kissing", its time that u do a bit more of "kicking asses" and show them what u are made of. I m ready…. are you??