vC's

Random Letters

2012-02-05T20:44:00.000+05:30

Dear men,

We all seek to have as many women as possible but in life it’s not a question of having the greatest number of women, because that’s too superficial a success. Rather it’s a question of cultivating one’s own demanding taste, because in it is mirrored the extent of one’s personal worth. Remember, my friend, that a real fisherman throws the little fish back into the water.

With love,
vC

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Dear women,

I always do this. In all my conversations with females,I always state that the world was coming to an end in December 2012 and thereafter loved the varied reactions on your sweet faces. Some of you state utter disappointment for world deserved to live beyond 2012, some get scared for your unfulfilled bucket list, some get happy for all their miseries would be over, some pity me for believing in such a non-sense, some buy it because u think that an IIM grad could never speak crap, some assume that coming from a Times of India employee it must be trashy. But even after all these experiments I can't break that stout wall of irrational feelings that, as is known, is the stuff of which your (female) soul is made.

With love,
vC

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Dear diary,
After watching Woody Allen’s Paris at Midnight today, I was talking to a friend about how stupidly materialistic the world has become and how the 60’s and 70’s era would have been perfect to live in. And then I went to this crowded place in Chandni Chowk to delve in nostalgia through ancient monuments and savour some good food. It was then that someone pick-pocketed my apple iTouch. It was a gift I had bought for myself from my first salary and on my 25th birthday. I am not sad about the loss of my materialistic iTouch but have not been able to recover from the loss of my belief that I lost things only when I am in love.

With love,
vC

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PS: Some lines in the post have been picked from Milan Kundera's Laughable Loves. Milan Kundera remains one of the most kickass authors I have read.

Dear Diary

2011-12-11T23:56:00.004+05:30

Dear Diary,

It has nearly been four years since I last wrote to you. I read my last entry and realised how good and virgin my life was then.(Don't laugh on my use of word virgin). But I was a student then and life was like being in the Beatles’ Strawberry Fields where everything was unreal and there was nothing to get hung about . But then I changed three cities after that to finally write to you in this cold December night in the Ghalib's city of Delhi.

I won't bore you by talking about my past four years of life. About how I have grown and matured or how stupid I have become. I will talk about this moment as I had told you before that nothing, nothing exists outside the moment.

I finished reading Murakami’s Norwegian Wood few days backs. You would be surprised to know that there exists a book after the lovely Beatles song but the book is titled such because in the book the protagonist remembers about his girlfriend after hearing to the song Norwegian Wood. The book is good, Murakami is a nice weaver with a good description sense as he makes his characters so uncanny that u start loving them. I loved the character of a girl called Midori the most. She was an outgoing girl, the kind of girls I like, you know. The protagonist asks her about love and what sort of guys she liked. And she replied that she liked being selfish in love. She would ask her boy to get her a juice and he would run down 5 floors of stairs and climb back to get that juice for her and then she would throw that juice down saying that she didn’t need it anymore . And then he would apologise to her for being late and she would ask him to get some coke and he would again run down 5 stairs and climb back again with the bottle of Coke and she would again throw it down and when he would say sorry, she would hug him and make love to him. Such a selfish type of love she needed.

Anyways, I am searching for a new place to dwell in. And it seems like all landlords hate us. They show us the shittiest of places and tell us that thats where bachelors live. And then they hate us further because we have jobs in Times of India. And then Brokers would show us houses and highlight the fact that owners didn’t live in the same building and hence we could bring our girls and have parties with them. We feel so foolish then, I can't even tell you.

Oh okay, you are getting bored so I will tell you a fact I stumbled across. It says that some people actually believe that if they eat makeup they can be pretty on the inside too.

You know I miss Bombay at times. And right now I am missing Bombay and specifically Andheri station platform number 4 and 5 where I used to catch 9:11am train to Churchgate daily. Thats when an old man would play flute on the station and we would throw money on his green towel. I used to board that train but then the wind would still carry those sad lonely notes of that flute. I miss those sad lonely notes of that flute the most right now.

Anyways tomorrow is Monday. You know no wonder how beautiful a tone I set it to, Monday’s alarm is what I hate the most.

I promise that I would write you often and sorry for the dust collected on you.

With Love,
vC

Kundera, a consultant, Friday and an ideal girl!!

2011-11-24T15:22:00.000+05:30

My friend stores in his cellphone only the photographs of his ex-girlfriends. And of only those girls who were externally beautiful (I can't comment on the internal beauty because I am not aware of it).By externally beautiful I mean they had nice features, large eyes, pointed nose, pouted lips, thin-long neck,good jawline etc.
And every time he met a new girl he showed them the same photos of all his ex-girlfriends. I asked him why did he do it? Why did he show those pics to those beautiful girls. Every time he had the same reply that " You fool, Kundera says that girls don't go for guys who are handsome instead they go for guys who once had beautiful women!!"

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I miss my school days- and the part which I miss as well as silently laugh about was being a proud love consultant ..Probably thats wat comes easy to each one of us- love consulting, solving (or further-complicating) friend's love issues (however we may suck when it comes to consulting our own love issues)...And due to absence of phones and e-mails, love letter writing was an integral part of consulting... I, like an adept love consultant, used to imbibe the likes and dislikes of my client's girlfriend in the long letters... If she liked DDLJ i made sure to include quotes like "bade bade sheher mein chhoti chhoti baatein hoti rehti hain" or if she had finer tastes like Casablanca I ensured quotes like " Here's looking at you, kid".

But one day, one of my naive friends did not understand the importance of my role (that of a love consultant) and he wrote a letter by himself and that too without consulting me..He pushed down his choice of Titanic down his girlfriend's neck by addressing her Rose..and then and there the "love" ended in a fiasco!!

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Thanks to the corporate life,some people have stopped seeking money or happiness or love or peace or truth..In longer run they might seek anything, but in a shorter time span, they all seek is a Friday evening...Some of them even orgasm at the idea of a Friday evening..If u ask a person abt his short term goals he will pop up the same crap of wanting to go up the corporate ladder by contributing to the organisation but trust me all he will seek is a Friday evening when he can actually go and relish a perpetual escape of Fable, Art, God, Socialism, Immortality, Alcohol, Love....

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Few days back I had blogged about my ideal girl..But that was more in a lighter vein or to say that was meant to be relished by a different target group.
But now the places have changed, I have lost so much and gained so much..my perception about an ideal girl has "evolved" to wat Kundera describes about Eva:
"Eva is a cheerful man-chaser. But she doesn't chase them to marry them. She chases them the way men chase women.Not love but only friendship and sensuality exist for her. So she has many friends: men r not afraid she wants to marry them, and women have no fear she is seeking them to deprive them of a husband. Besides if she ever married her husband would be a friend she would allow everything to and demand nothing from."

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Everytime I go home

2011-11-08T21:00:00.002+05:30

Hailing from a small town is just another thing, but visiting it after long is an experience -a hilarious one though. You witness the slow pace of life compared to the cities, the bondage amongst the people and the vast growing urban-rural divide.
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Everytime I go home, my mom takes me to an astrologer who has a poster of John Lennon hung on a wall. He seems to have lost interest in money making rat race of the cities and chose to follow his passion of astrology. But I donno how correct he predicts things as everytime I meet him, his predictions change and the maximum change occurs in the prediction of my wife-to-be. Earlier she used to be a nagging, arrogant woman and now he predicts her to be a rural simpleton.

Everytime I go home, one of my dad's friends would bring his son for career counselling and I would have to behave all polite and as a genuine role model of the youth of my town. He would ask me open ended questions like "How to crack CAT" or "How to crack IITJEE". And I would start my preachings about dreams and motivation which I am sure would put all the self-help book writers to shame.

Everytime I go home, in a train I would meet certain people who would be more interested in what others are doing. They would come and have a look at my novel and ask for which competition exam I was studying or would comment on the price of the book.

Everytime I go home, one of my dad's friend would get his son to be examined from me as in where he stands on the path to be an engineer. And then I would ask a patented question from him which would be like "A 100-metre runner accelerates for first 4 seconds at the rate of 6 metre per second square and blah blah. Find the distance covered" And he would go all ballistic on the question and use all physics formula and end up with some vague answer or would say the data is incomplete. And I would say to read the question again as a 100-metre runner would run 100 metres. The mantra being to study smart. I know thats a foolish assumption that a 100 meter can only run 100 mtrs, but as long as people buy it, it works.

Everytime I go home, a relative aunty of mine or a neighbour aunty would come and brag about her role in my genteel upbringing and how much I used to loved her when I was a kid. She would say about all the kiddish stuff I used to do when i was little (which I am sure all kids do),making all the faces and would laugh out loud on my otherwise bored face. And now her only dream would be to play with my kids on her laps. Blah.

Everytime I go home, all the uncles would ask for my package. And after listening to my real package, they would comment "so less. one of my nephews is in merchant navy and he earns far more, wat was the use of IIM" or "in the newspapers they say that IIM grads earn in crores, seems like u did not study much"..
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Above all of it, home is the best place to go. The comfort, the pampering, the care, the royal treatment, the role model personification makes it all a heaven.

PS: All the above sentences beginning with 'everytime I go home' has been purposefully hyped to bring some laugh in your otherwise morose life.

Lifting the veil of Delhi

2011-10-08T11:51:00.000+05:30

So like all other arranged marriage, I have finally unveiled the ghoongat of the city of Delhi. Yeah I have started liking the city. Beneath that too-much-of gaudy and that ugly bridal makeup, Delhi is a beauty. All it needs to do is to shed so much of that cosmetic make-up and try the simpleton way.

On a serious note, I found that beneath all that flashiness, Delhi has a big and tender heart. The people are accommodating and nice. The sense of humor is great here. No city other than Delhi has that a big heart to laugh on itself.

There has been a smooth transition from Bombay to Delhi. Like so many other Delhites, I have also started to love drinking inside the car by that roadside tandoori shop and the loud punjabi music by the car-stereo.I have begun to love the old monuments and the lovely food and have learnt to ignore the errant drivers, the shallow, verbose and insolent fellow city dwellers, the duping rickshaw-wallahs and the lack of sea.

While Bombay was more like a love affair to me, I had to pass thru the tests of all the phases- that love at first sight, then running after her, toiling hard to amuse her, even giving those expensive gifts, proving her that u r the man ready to behold her above all, bear all that nautankis and then u finally get her. But Delhi has been more like a typical arranged marriage,u hate her for all that gaudy bridal make up, and then u slowly unleash each other's beauty, and slowly discover each other types.

As of now i have still not converted from that Bombay-loving-self to Delhi-is-better but somehow Delhi exudes a romance which Bombay may never be able to exude in its money-making rat race.

One who teaches learns the keenest of lessons

2011-09-28T17:07:00.000+05:30

His life continued getting harder, the corporate world started taking a toll on him. It gets harder all the time, he once said. Harder, yet easier. One gets used to things getting harder; one ceases to be surprised that what used to be hard as hard can be grows harder yet.

Every saturday, he and his girlfriend taught some under-privileged kids in a small basti across the river Hindon passing Noida. He used to drive his Thunderbird to that basti and she used to be his hugging pillion rider. A nice couple they were, they looked good together, always jovial, happily ridiculing each other in their own world. He was an MBA and was in the sales team of some fancy beverage company while she was a doctor. But ironically he was more empathetic and social service inclined while she was more nonchalant and corporate types.

Their point of contact in the basti was a small guy who was just 18 years old and was quite talkative. The small guy told them that he was on facebook and that they should add him as a friend and hence cause an increase in his miniscule list of friends. She asked him how he felt about being the only boy in facebook from the basti, and he told that he was not happy. Facebook made him aware of things he could never achieve. It made him conscious of beautiful places in Africa, about posh malls, about gadgets while earlier he was happily ignorant.

The couple taught 16 kids and she mostly taught them English and Hindi while he taught them maths and other subjects and later told them stories to motivate. He used to love their belief that they would one day be rich if they studied hard. The kids liked him more than her because he was a storyteller and could de-metamorphose himself into a kid. He used to enact,mimic, lower his pitch and baritone and do all kiddish stuff. They used to enjoy his sessions and he used to love it. He was never aware that innocence of kids could have such an unwinding effect. It was a win-win situation for both the kids and him.

He loved to teach because it provided him peace of mind; also because it taught him humility, brought it home to him who he is in the world. While his source of enjoyment was direct, hers was moreover indirect. He enjoyed playfully teaching the kids, she enjoyed that bike ride to outskirts but above all she relished that peaceful look in her boyfriend's face.....

Being Stupid

2011-09-17T16:17:00.001+05:30

Off late, the world has left me feeling stupid for so many reasons that I prefer not to reveal my choices, about what I love and what I hate, about what I enjoy and what I detest. I fear to be mocked down (Of not having liked Bodyguard, of not having watched the Twilight series, of not having followed that American TV series, of not supporting the Anna movement,of not able to tolerate the series called MTV Roadies, of advocating the beauty of not having things than having them).

The recent spate of bollywood hits like Bodyguard and Singham has bestowed upon me me an inferiority complex of not being able to appreciate the beauty of these movies. Probably it hallmarks me of not having quite a taste or not being a connoisseur.So many people watched and loved these movies that I wonder I can openly call them in public as bad movies. I could avoid Singham but I could not avoid Bodyguard just because of the lovely mass marketing done by the coterie formed by all the channels (and the leader being the news channels obviously). My belief of being a a stupid was provoked further when I could not find those jokes funny to which the entire hall was laughing at.

Delhi gives me further more reasons to feel stupid. Why don't I love hanging out at malls? Last time it was raining I took a halt at India Gate in order to enjoy rains with some equally ecstatic people. I used to do it in Bombay. When it used to rain I used to walk on the marine drive and get a heightened feeling at the site of ocean changing colors and simultaneously watch people enjoy rains. But to my dismay I found the entire India Gate road empty although the rain was not in flurry but was just like kissing your face types. The only people I encountered there were cops who questioned me to what was I doing alone in rains in India Gate. I replied that I was just walking by and it isn't that heavy a rain.

Another reason for being stupid these days is people's take on photography these days. When a random cow's portrait clicked by DSLR is considered as good photography. Where the better the camera one posseses, better the photographer one has become.

I hope by now, you must have started sending your bouquet of sympathies to me.

"yun hi rakhte rahe bachpan se dil saaf hum apna....
Pata nahi tha ki keemat toh chehro ki hoti hai, dil ki nahi..."

May be its best to end it this way

2011-08-27T01:17:00.000+05:30

The problem with her was that her fellow friends, female or male, never realised the importance of her company. But when she was gone, they missed her, and missed her badly. She was adept in filling the gaps in their discussion, the void in their laughter and even the vacuum in their silence. Her presence was negligible but her absence was huge.

He, who was no different than her friends, could not recognize the beauty of her presence but was bulldozed under her absence. He missed her and missed her much more than loved her. Probably missing someone should be at a higher pedestal than loving the same someone.

It was last time he was meeting her, unaware of the transience of their liaison. But she was aware of it, because she knew that she could never hate him. She still loved him, until she figured out that it hurt a lot less to just not care.
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PS: I know the above piece is random and incomplete, but I sat for 3 hours thinking wat to write further but could not think of anything. So I decided to finally publish it considering my absence from this writing world for so long. May be its just the Delhi airspace which hit my writings barren or may be its best to end it this way.

Dear friend,
I had always liked to tell myself that you were something abstract, a legend and a myth, but now I knew that behind the poetry of these words hid an entirely unpoetic truth: that I didn’t know you; that I didn’t know you as you really were, as you were in and to yourself. I had been able to perceive (in my youthful egocentricity) only those aspects of your being that were turned directly to me (to my loneliness, my captivity, my yearning for tenderness and affection); you had been nothing to me but a function of my own situation; everything that went beyond that concrete situation, everything that you were in yourself, had escaped me.

-mE (inspired by Milan Kundera)

Letter from Noida

2011-07-16T01:43:00.002+05:30

Dear friend,

Now that I have reached your city, not specifically your city, but your ugly cousin named Noida, I am sure you would want to read about my experiences here. Well apart from food, friends and winter I have never liked Delhi much but thats ok because I haven't liked any city apart from Bombay. But then it had been too much of Bombay that the nomadic me needed to break free from it.

Here, I don't go out much, I haven't even taken a mobile number here. I don't even like going out here. I tried walking on these roads but I feel lonely. The roads are well built but there are no people but only cars. Thanks to the bundle of books I brought with me that I confine myself to it. I am reading a lot and also playing FIFA on my laptop a lot as well. In my constant attempt to stick to one-touch football, I still lose playing against the laptop.

About my new office, I told you I did not expect much from it. So I would not be able to tell you much about it except that I don't have to wear formals for 6 days any more. You know how much I hated those black shoes and those neatly ironed trousers.

I miss Bombay alot mostly when those auto waalas ask for the fare double the amount I last paid for the same route. I miss Bombay a lot when I feel claustrophobic in Delhi metro with nothing to do footboarding on. I miss khao gali which those bastards so gruesomely bombed. I miss marine drive the most because here after office I have nothing better to do than to return to the same room and go back to reading. Of course I can't go to those malls (which are in plenty here) and sit there and observe people getting a kick out of a 20% rebate on something when the shopkeeper is actually fooling them with a higher price tag.

I am still looking for a new place near my office to rent in. I will prefer living alone this time. I would like to keep my things my way. I will hang that big black and white Gateway of India framed poster on my wall. I will buy some more posters and hang it there.

Oh by the way I am reading English August and its real kick ass stuff. Its pampering me to the hilt.

With love,
vC

Droll thing life is- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself – that comes too late – a crop of unextinguishable regrets.

Oh Bombay, u will be missed..

2011-07-06T22:45:00.000+05:30

Oh Bombay, u will be missed. The city which takes everyone and makes them its own..The city where I earned my first bread and butter.

The city where I lost and discovered both at the same time. Where I lost my nonchalance but discovered the beauty of struggle called life. Where I lost my piece of mind at the office but discovered solace at the sea. Where I lost friends to distances but discovered the bliss of solitude. Where I lost my blackberry but discovered the courage to handle the loss again. Where I lost seven umbrellas and discovered the beauty of rains without umbrellas...

Being one of those missing kinds, one who misses and delves in nostalgia every bit of time, Bombay will be the one to be missed all the time. The city for which I had fallen in love at first sight and then perpetually fell deeper and deeper...

I will miss-

~That struggle to board that morning fast local train and then unboarding it even before the train comes to a halt else being pushed back inside...
~Those walks down Colaba, movie at Regal, beer at Mondegar, whisky at Gokul, cakes at Theobroma..
~The daily Marine Drive walk after office,passing through those couples' neck gnawing and face swallowing until the sun went down and judging them as good kissers or bad kissers and finally sitting on those rocks at the end and having a monologue with it..
~That rush to grab that 9PM squash court at Andheri Sports Complex..
~Those perfunctory walks from Mumbai Central to Haji Ali and then listening to those combined music of sea waves and the novice Qawwali and finally giving up to the temptation of the delicious Sitafal Cream or the Anaar juice at Haji Ali Juice Center..
~That scramble to reach Prithvi theater on time but ending up sitting on those stairs (best seats according to me)
~Eating at Crystal and eating at Khao Gali with so many people that eating it seemed like eating in a fair daily..
~That special cutting chai at the BEST canteen, that yummy butter pao bhaaji at Khao Gali, that delightful keema pao at Mondegar, and that omnipresent vada-pao.

And then so many eventful days happened during my stay at Bombay:
~I got my shirt torn while boarding the local at Andheri and had to rush to Peter England show room to buy another one to office.
~The famous dance on the streets of Bombay the very day India won the world cup.
~The day I tendered my first resignation and felt that whip of freedom.
~I turned 25 and 26 both in Bombay only to realise that you get older faster than you get wiser..

Anyways, there is so much more I cud write to it. I know its more of me and my love for this city in this post and many of you have already made me feel miserable about leaving Bombay.

Good bye Bombay, you will surely be missed!

I read this somewhere...
"mil hi jaayegi manzil humein bhatak kar hi sahi,
gumraah toh woh hai jo ghar se nikle hi nahi..."

The Psycho Boss!

2011-07-01T12:05:00.001+05:30

**Here is a blogpost which has abusive language. There are certain people who may not be comfortable with the abusive language and hence are advised not to read further.

On his B-school farewell day, he was fully sloshed. He went on the stage and halted the DJ from playing the music. He picked up the mike and on a drunken tone he said "main shapath leta hoon ki main kabhi kisi chutiye se order nahi loonga life mein"(I swear that I will never ever take orders from a chutiya)..Rest of the drunkards clapped in unison..But the non drunkards pulled him down back to the dance floor and asked the DJ to continue.

Few days later he joined his first job and was introduced to the most fine looking gentleman as his boss. But all of that fine looks went in bin when the gentleman gave the welcome speech. The boss said "I have picked stones in my life and see where have I reached and I am sure none of u will hesitate picking up the stones for me. We are the best company in India and you are the luckiest person in the world to get a chance to learn from me".

One day in a meeting with big investment bankers, he sat with this laptop in the meeting room. He had deliberately forgotten his notepad which according to his boss was a necessary accessory in the meeting room. But he enjoyed deliberate poking of his boss and seeing all the histrionics of his psycho behavior. And then during the meeting the boss asked him to open his notebook to take some notes. He instead opened the notepad in the windows and seeing that the boss went beserk. He shouted "you retarded chutiya, half gaandu, why did not u bring your notebook. When I was of your age my boss used to hit me with a duster and I think I should do the same with you". Those investment bankers were astonished by the abusive language of the boss. But then the boss had the money and the money is what is important.
During the meeting, while taking notes on the Microsoft notepad, there was an utterance of a name with a title Chidambaram, and in a hurry he typed the spelling wrong and the boss again went beserk " You retarded chutiya, half gaandu, you even don't know the spelling of finance minister of India, this is wat they taught u at an elite B-school"

And then with all courage our victim could muster, he stood up and told the boss "you retarded chutiya, you half gaandu, Mr. P. Chidambaram is not the finance minister anymore he is the home minister and in B-schools, they have better things to teach rather than the spellings of some minister "

Our hero who had once vowed never to take orders from a chutiya was fired then and there only!!

****This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The Rain and the ambulance

2011-06-20T12:24:00.000+05:30

If only I wish I could explain you how much of an antidote to everything miserable is getting drenched in this constant, unabashed rain which is lashing out in front of me on this Marine Drive street. Suddenly everything has turned so beautiful.
The designer dogs are also getting drenched in the rain and their euphoria could be seen with that fast wagging of their jazzy tails. Old men seem to smile remembering their young days and trying to re-live it through the wonderful rainy memories. But amongst it all the eye candy right now is the made-for-each-other type looking couple sitting in the rain and sharing that smoke with their wet lips. Please don't pester me by asking what makes them look made-for-each-other types. And to tell u amongst it all, the most majestic look is that of this mystic, enchanting sea.Its huge and behemoth changing colors, playing hide and seek. I just sit and wonder and crave that it must drizzle at the evening after office too so that I would go and drench myself out of this mundane life.
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I donno whether God has plans for everyone but on that Ganesh Visarjan day, I was appalled by what I saw. The crowd was dancing and the mob seemed all hallucinated. There was this huge idol of Lord Ganesha to be submerged in the Arabian Sea. But behind this mob was an ambulance with the blue light on the top and that large screeching sound which went unnoticed. People were all merry and inebriated dancing to the dhol. The sound of the dhol was much more reverberating in the air than the ambulance's. The ambulance driver tried to scheme through the crowd and the idols but all was going in vain. I wonder whether Lord Ganesha really blessed that soul in the ambulance..

How I ate my first egg.

2011-05-18T22:42:00.000+05:30

This story is of the year 1993. When I, a small town Brahmin Bihari guy had just made a foray into an English medium boarding school in the elite hills of Mussoorie. I was not good in English, specially the verbal part. When people used to speak in English I used to translate it to Hindi and then think the answer to it in Hindi and then translate it back to English. It was a lengthy process and a confidence-lowering one. I had this huge fear of being laughed at because of my wrong Bihari-accented English.

I felt so out of place and so scared. It was a school where all teachers spoke in English and few of them were heavily accented.
When my dad dropped me on my first day of school, he gave me a golden advice. He said- "Son, if you dont understand any instruction, just do wat the majority of people are doing".

So when I went for my first breakfast, the teacher-in-charge shouted in her heavily accented English "Vegeterians in this queue, non-vegetarians in the other queue". I was like i-donno-wat-the-fuck-she-means(but in hindi). And then I applied my dad's mantra and stood in a line where majority stood. Finally I found myself sitting on the table with two eggs in a plate. I was like shit-no, this is so anti-religion(god wud punish me) but then I was so ashamed to explain to madam in english the reasons why I could not eat it. So I asked for mercy from god in my own way and gulped an egg.
But then wen I ate it I was amazed and found it to be tasty. I was missing such a tasty item because of my religion.

Vegetarians eat their first non vegetarian food because of many reasons. I know of many guys eating it because they find it difficult to lose a girl for not eating an egg. But mine is so memorable.

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PS: If you like the story, give the credit to Chinmayee because it was she who asked me to blog it after I narrated it to her over three mundane glasses of lemon ice tea.

Such is Bombay

2011-05-01T08:33:00.001+05:30

On friday morning I was going to office on that usual fast local train. Things were not great at office and in the morning at about 4am I was constantly being woken up by strange sounds, my neigbours were making across my wall. It was as usual all sweaty and crowded in the train. The type which makes you feel why-am-i-doing-all-this. Suddenly a guy (P.G.Wodehouse would have called him a dude) was listening to a song on his radio slash ipod slash music player slash some gadget. The dude started to sing aloud unaware of the crowd around. Such feelings you get when u listen to a good song and you just want to sing along. The dude was a good singer. Then three four guys started singing along and I did not realise I was also singing along. Song was a Kishore Kumar oldie prolly mere sapno ki rani. I dont remember typically which song as all the later songs were also Kishore's. The whole compartment tagged along and all those who could spread their hands also clapped. Some old people refrained but merely gave a toothless giggle. But the atmosphere had changed from sweaty and gloomy to still-sweaty but lively. I wished my destination station never arrived and we kept singing in the train loud and merry.

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There are so many good eating joints in Bombay but one place I really enjoy eating is the khao-gali (food lane) near Opera House (near my office). One place where you can go alone and eat because there is so much crowd that it takes over and never lets you feel lonely. I generally dont have lunch with office colleague because all of them are married and have dabbas(tiffins) delivered. So I walk alone and join the crowd at Khao gali. Its one of the most crowded lanes in Mumbai. The food is cooked on coal and the delivery is amazing fast. If you love people, you will love eating at Khao-gali for sure.
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On the day of Ayodhya Verdict (when the land was very diplomatically divided in to three), there was a huge alert for riots in Bombay. Fortunately such a thing did not happen. So when after office I was going home, Andheri streets were having a deserted look. I usually prefer to walk from the station to my home. But that day I preferred an auto. Suddenly the autowaala asked me about my views on the verdict (on having the land divided into three). I refrained from giving any views. Then the guy said "sahab galat hua, hindu ki zameen thi hindu ko dena tha" (sir, it was wrong, the land of hindus should have been given to hindus). I just said to him "wahaan mandir bane yaa masjid yaa kuch bhi bane, usse teri auto zyada tej to nahi chalne lagegi, woh ayodhya mein hai tu bombay mein hai, tujhe kya fark padega" (either a temple or a mosque is built there, it would not result in your auto running fast. It is in Ayodhya, you are in Bombay, how does that matter?" Suddenly that auto person stops the auto where 4-5 people were standing and started telling watever i said in a very hostile fashion. I got scared. I screamed "auto chalao"(start the auto). Suddenly one guy came near and slapped the auto person and told him "saab ko ghar lejaa jaldi se" (take him home at the earliest).
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Its been an year now at this grotesque and fascinating Bombay and what a ride it has been. It has come with a realization that two things namely love and job are not meant for me. They seem to take freedom out of the freebird I am. I am not a love hating person or a career hating too, its just that love is not my cup of tea and about career I am still to figure out what I wanna do. I guess its normal because more than half of the people I know are facing the same crisis.

A rendezvous with a fruit-seller.

2011-03-17T13:46:00.007+05:30

Whenever I look for inspiration, my first month at Mumbai always comes to my head. I was new to this place. No idea of human skins clashing in Mumbai Local trains. My partner used to say to me that he saw God two times a day, once while boarding the train at Goregaon and once while unboarding the train at Goregaon.

We were duped by an agent and we were made to stay in a claustrophobic room with a bathroom attached to it at Goregaon. The fan was so slow that the May heat and sweat left us horrible and making us remember our hay-days at IIMK. If we tried to open the big window to get some air, a cat used to crawl in and shit in our dirty floor. So to avoid the cat shit, we used to sleep with all doors and windows closed.

For me being unable to sleep, in such conditions I used to tire myself further. Mentally I used to be tired by the honourable grumblings from my respected boss, but i guess i needed further more of the fatigue to make me sleep at that room. And that fatigue should be physical. So I used to walk kilometers down the Goregaon Road.
So this story is of one of those walks, when I heard a beautiful song from the movie Umrao Jaan on the radio on a footpath. Some people were sleeping on the footpath and I recognised them. They sold fruits on the fruit shop below my room. You know footpaths in Mumbai are used for walking in the day, as street shops in the evening and sleeping beds in the night.

I sat down there and inititated a talk with one of the guys listening to the radio. His name was Gokul Naresh Yadav. He was from Faizabad in UP. People in his town called him Pagla for his crazy dreams and crazy talks. So here goes the conversation:

Me: Gokul teri shaadi ho gayi hai? (Gokul, are you married?)
Gokul: Haan, Aarifa se (Yes, with Aarifa)

He shows me the photograph. A beautiful girl in a saree and our Gokul Naresh Yadav.

Me: Aarifa?? Ye kaisa naam hai? (Aarifa, what sort of name is that?)
Gokul:Muslim hai. Shaadi kiye hain. Love marriage. (She is a Muslim. I have married. Love Marriage)

Me: Ye kaise? Woh bhi Faizabad mein? (How come? And that too in Faizabad?)
Gokul: Kya bataayein? Hum football khel rahe the. Teen ladkiyaan humein burqa pehne dekhne aati thi. Jo sabse lambi thi use maine bola burqa hataane..usne hataaya..chaand thi woh..humne apne sapne ke baare mein bataaya..use acchaa lagaa.(What shud I say? I was playing football and 3 girls clad in burqa used to visit us.. The tallest one, I asked her to lift her burqa, she removed, she was like moon..later, I told her about my dreams..she liked them)

Me: Cricket nahi khelte ho? (Dont you play cricket?)
Gokul: Arre nahi, hum bahut accha bowling karte the..baad mein pata chal throw phekte the..bahut koshish kiye phir se..(No,I used to bowl very well..but later I realised that I used to chuck the ball..Later I tried hard)

Me: Shaadi mein koi baadhaa? (Any objection in marriage)
Gokul: Shuru mein sab hasne lage..soche pagla hai..kuch bhi bolta hai..par humne shaadi kar liya mandir mein..ladki ko ghar se nikaal diya..meri maa bahut royi ..par baad mein maan gayi..boli tu laaya hai tu hi khilaa..isiliye bambai aaye hain (Initially they all laughed thinking I was mad. They said I speak crap but I married her in the temple. She was thrown away from her home. My mom cried a lot but later she accepted her. She said, u brought her, u feed her. Hence I came to Bombay)

Me: Bahut maante ho Aarifa ko? (You like Aarifa a lot?)
Gokul: Ek wahi hai jo humein paagal nahi samajhti..Ek naseehat dete hain-usi se shaadi karna jo aapko aapke sapne ke liye pyaar kare, naaki aapke vartamaan ke liye..(She is the only one who doesnot think i am mad..One advice I would give you-Always marry a girl who loves u for your dreams.. not for what u are today...)

Me: Chhutti par kya karte ho? (What do u do on holidays?)
Gokul: Chhutti milti hai kabhi kabhi, phal bech kar. hum goregaon se churchgate kaa local pkadte hain aur marine drive par jaa kar baith jaate hain. bahut shaanti milti hai..samundar ajeeb cheez hai..gareeb ameer mein koi fark nahi kadti. (I get holidays rarely. I catch a local to churchgate and go and sit on marine drive. I get peace there. This sea is very strange. It does not differentiate between rich and poor)

(True.now it reminds me of Tsunami in Japan. It did not differentiate. The wrath or the peace,the sea treats us the same)

Me: Bahut bolte ho yaar? (U speak a lot)
Gokul: Saab bechne waale log hain...bolenge nahi to khareedega kaun? (Sir, we are salesmen. If we don't speak, then who would buy from us?)

The next day, I gave Gokul Naresh Yadav my phone and asked him to use it and talk to his wife in lieu of the beautiful story he had told me the previous night.

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PS: I would like to dedicate this post to the 15 day old baby Aarya. The most beautiful line in this post has been quoted by her mother.

Those great examination days..

2011-02-25T12:20:00.006+05:30

Well if u r an engineer, u will value your examination days the most. The craziest things are done during these days. I used to love them for they were the most happening days of the academic life. Songs used to sound more melodious, food tastier, gossips more engrossing and playing games a luxury.

We were a bunch of 4-5 guys of electronics engineering who used to study together but only during the last night and just go and puke the over-night-learnt-knowledge on the answer sheet. Probably all engineers in India are made that way.

There was this Raghav Mathur who used to mug up everything he thought was important and even if the questions asked were different, he used to put everything he had mugged-up on paper. He used to take on extra sheets and extra sheets, and wrote some electronics crap on it. I am sure he used to pass just by boring the professor of the crap he wrote, but he ensured that all that was written was electronics and pertaining to the subject. Although he had failed in subjects like Digital Signal Processing where the professor used to ask one word answers and Raghav gave a crap of minimum 250 words.

Then there was this Siddharth Malviya, who used to get bored of studying the last night and quit mid way assuming that the next day some one will help him pass. We used to try and pass him answers but if not done, he used to fail and he was ready for it.He was also caught once exchanging calculators(answers written on it) with Nirbhay, who had never before cheated in his life. Siddharth had so many suppli-s to his credit. But if u think our Siddharth was any less smart, let me tell u he has just got a great percentile in CAT and has got calls from all the IIMs (rest process is awaited).

I would love to mention Shubhendu, whose xerox copies we used to mug up and later even approached him at last moments to tell us the last moment important questions.
I am sure even if we didnt learn electronics we learnt the art of risk taking.

We used to play cards during these times and promising each time that this is the last half hour of our playing cards. In the evenings we played volleyball, we played Counter Strike too and Fifa just half an hour before exams was considered to be a good omen.

I am sure we were not only the selected few, everyone does the same. Living on the edge thing. Each student has his/her own cool story about his/her exams. I just mentioned mine.

When doctor met the patient..

2011-01-27T11:22:00.004+05:30

"I am a walking contradiction. I am often complimented on my honesty, yet more often than not I am lying. I talk a lot, yet nothing is ever revealed. I mock people whose goals and ambitions aren’t clear while changing the topic when mine are questioned. I spend most of my time fantasizing about the life I missed out on and the opportunities I’ve lost, yet still refuse to accept who I am and the life that I lead. Truth be told, I have no idea who I am. If I were to meet myself in street one day, I wouldn’t even know. After introducing myself I’d walk away thinking, ‘that was one strange individual who is nothing like anyone I’ve ever met before.’ Worst part is, I’d finally be telling the truth."
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And then he met his school time girlfriend now a doctor, someone's fiancee and far more beautiful than she was in the year 2002. They both met at a shopping mall and realized that it was not the right place to go in nostalgia. So they headed towards the sea, for the sea breeze would facilitate the contemplation they were about to endeavour in.

Then they both talked about the present. Of how his physique had grown as in his school days, he was all bones. Of how that nose ring she adorned looked great on her.

They talked about future. Of how she is going to London to her fiance after she gets married. Of how he would love to open his own hedge fund one day and be the master of his own soul and the captain of his own fate, above all not being bossed by anyone.

But above all they talked about the past. How they had met in a competition at a school where neither of the two studied. She was all nerves about her dance performance and he had calmed her down. She in return had gifted him a book which contained the short stories from Ruskin Bond. He still remembered the stamp of the bookstore which said English Book Depot, Ashley Hall. They had gone to one of the most beautiful places on earth together-Dhanaulti.They preferred not roam about the Mall Road because of fear of him being spotted by any of his teachers. They would instead head to the Landour Side.

Everytime he used to bunk his school, he would hitch-hike down the Rajpur Road and they would meet near the Parade Ground.They used to bet on even a trivial matter and they knew even anyone loses, it would lead to them meeting each other and the stake would be sponsoring Falooda at Kumar Sweet Shop near the Ghanta-ghar.

She used to send cards at every occasion, while the miser he was, he would just write mushy letters to her. They both knew that childhood love was no love, it was just some immatured, calf love where they would just boast about having grown up.

People want pretty much the same things: They want to be happy. Most young people seemto think that those things lay somewhere in the future, while older people believe they lay in the past.

It was evening and the sun was about to set down the sea. She attended a call from her about to be mother-in-law and lied to her that she was meeting a patient.LOL- A Patient! Then she rushed to her car after the hug he very well deserved. She started her car and turned on the radio where he heard the receding sound of:

"Joh naina karoon bandh bandh beh jaaye boond boond! Tadpaaye kyun, sunaye geet malhar de...!"

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**This post is dedicated to all those people in whose hearts live the mountains of Mussoorie and the valley of Dehradun....Here's to my adolescence.

A hell of a random night.

2011-01-16T12:23:00.006+05:30

He had got high on an illegal substance and later went to Colaba to have a brownie at Theobroma. There,a certain conversation between two girls struck in his ears.
Girl 1: "You know Divya there are 1000 guys for every 933 girls in India. Bullshit. No?"
Girl 2: "Ha ha where did u get this from? I am sure ki tere liye koi nahi hai..Vodka kam pad gayi kya? "

The dope reduced his shyness and he went onto striking a conversation with the two
"Hi, perhaps I am one of those 67 guys, one of u were talking about for whom there is no girl"

He joined the two and then they ended up listening to each other's life stories.

All three spoke and spoke and he realised how similar each and every person of his generation was. They all talked about the same facebook, twitter, Coke Studio, movies, books, city life and etcetra.

He realised that he was the one who was talking most on the table. They all listened to him. He was a great story teller. They all loved the concept that he had lived on his own since he was eight. He had been independent, he took all his decisions.

He loved the idea that the two were jovial, outgoing, random girls ,similarly goofed-up and messed-up in their own ways.

They left Theobroma and entered Tantra T-shirt shop and the 2 girls chose a T-shirt each for him. Divya chose him a Bob Dylan T-shirt while Vidushi gave him T-shirt with a fancy Indian tr-color in it. He paid happily for the two T-shirt.

Then they headed for Marine Drive, where they sat for hours and talked about how stupid all three were. The common thing between them was they believed that self depreciationg jokes were the best kind of jokes. They laughed on each other's stories. They competed who was the most stupid of the three. They talked about their own embarrassments. Inebriation helped them talk freely. They talked about how they had ended up loving and losing. How the universe is so indifferent. One point they all agreed was that like pain, stupidity can also not be compared.Out of the blue one of the girls cracked this:
"Zindagi ek Chahat ka silsila hai,
Koi mil Jata hai koi bichhad jaata hai,
Jise Maangte hai hum duao mein,
Wo kisi aur ko bina maange mil jata hai."
The rest two clapped and she giggled.

Later the same girl also played on her mobile phone a song from Coke Studio " Chal dil mere". The three sang in unison with the mobile speaker.

They talked and talked and realised it was dawn. And then they watched participants and onlookeers for Mumbai Marathon gathering up. All three wondered what the people were running for. Fitness, peace,love,solidarity, showbiz?

Finally he left for Churchgate station and the other two for VT station but all agreeing to the point that it had been a hell of a random night.

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Please excuse the sorry state of story-telling of this post because it has been hampered by the sleepless night the blogger had.

The four fables.

2011-01-05T12:31:00.004+05:30

I
He had quit smoking, long back. Love had made him do so, atleast he thought that way. Love makes people do ridiculous, crazy, beautiful things. There was a time he could do anything for her. She just asked him once to quit smoking and he did it. That was not the toughest thing he had done for her because letting-her-go was the toughest.

II
They were a bunch of thirteen people. Out of the world. Engineers. They were not like usual engineers like those who spend half of the time on facebook or orkut. They preferred playing football on the rooftop of their hostel in the rain or volleyball in the mud. They were so much of a great company to each other that they did not miss a thing. Time passed and then they had to leave. Now they face the hardships through the memories, the photographs and the songs they sang together.

III
He loves the open sky. The free air, how much polluted it may be. He often sneaks out of his office and goes to the beach nearby and watches the excitement on the face of the tourists catching the memory in a camera. He was not a tourist to Bombay but he loved observing the zeal on the first timers.
He even stole the keys to the rooftop where the Society he lives in has made it forbidden to go. He sneaks in the rooftop and watches the stars. Star gazing had always been his favourite hobby.

IV
So the new year had come and he was still wallowing in the last one. Only the calendar had changed? But with each day he was more in love with the city he lived in. In his ipod played the song by U2 "You love this town...Even if that doesn't ring true...You've been all over...And it's been all over you"- Beautiful Day.
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PS: This post is dedicated to Anurag Lal Sinha, one of the 13 engineers mentioned in the post.

The valedictory post

2010-12-22T10:57:00.006+05:30

Hi guys,

By the word guys I mean all of you (guys as well as girls). The world seems to be coming to an end and this might be my valedictory post. I really want the world to last longer so that all of you could fulfill all your dreams in your respective bucket lists.

I would just try to limit it here to few sentences.
If you are student, you r living your best life right now and I hope you are not wasting your time reading this post of mine. These are your last days of freedom before being thrown into the wheel of life to become another spoke, to be taken away to the distant land of sweat and the grind. Those days of hang-overs, watching sunrise before calling it a “night”, Sunset at 4 to Sunset at 11..I miss it and you would too.

If you work, I know each and every job sucks. But try to make the best of it. Dont carry the shitty work out to home. Enjoy. If in Mumbai, go and sit in the Marine Drive,its really beautiful. My three favourite places are Marine Drive (next to my office), Prithvi Theater and Andheri Sports Complex (both next to my house), u see none of them are bars or pubs.

Avoid falling in love, it comes with too many side effects. Coelho says it takes you either to heaven or to hell and he ain't any liar. Yeah experience of being in love is ok. But dont hang on. I mean dont 'fall'.

Lastly for all you gypsies, keep traveling. Be the incessant traveler. The best feeling is to be alone but not lonely. I donno but I prefer the trains. I love the glimpses of lit up bogeys, people playing cards, children wandering about. So many lives crossing my backyard every day and every night. Rich, poor, famous, oblivious of my existence, I of theirs. A mutual oblivion that can never be resolved.

Thats it. I will make this as my last post of 2010. A general one although. I am happy that this year is coming to an end. It was an year where my life changed to the maximum. I learnt most about life, the intricacies of it. All i know is growing up is no fun,man.

With love and wishing you a happy new year!
-vC

PS: Please do comment after reading this. Thats how I know that U read it and being read is obviously a nice feeling!

The sea

2010-12-01T16:22:00.003+05:30

Yes. I am mad. I talk to the sea. You can do it in Bombay. There is so much rush around that even the closest guy would not hear watever u said. I love this city very much for it provides me the'womb of anonymity'.

Okay I talk to the sea. Few days back I used to share my sorrows. Now I share the numbness. If i ever have a share of happiness I will share it too.

The biggest message the sea gave me was
"that deep, divisive deathly, undiscrenable void. the void is your own creation, a child of your mind; a mind left confused of emotion and logic; and u seek and dwell in the escapist comforts of the darkness that it brings; a darkness u need since it consequents into a stage of numbness and dormant feeling; and when youre in that darkness is where you should let that free spirit roam; and when he has probed the deepest nooks of that abyss he will tell you to lead by personal example; and you will be an example of the choices that you make"

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Credits: Vibhor

Folk songs vs Dylan

2010-10-29T10:32:00.003+05:30

Well, seriously I am dreading going home. Just because of this festival named "Chhath" which is the most pompous festival in the state of Bihar.

Last time I was there, the entire family was there to greet me "Arre Vikas, itna bada ho gaya?".. As if I had an option not to grow.

And then you go to the ghaats ( lake side) where all the functions take place. There, the ladies sing some folk songs, after hearing which I believe even Bob Dylan would jump into the lake.

If u try to put an iPod in your ears, the ladies would look at you, as if u committed an act of dishonor.

Further. the girls around would try to dress at the best, putting powder(may be dermi cool) on their face, trying to look fair-skinned and ending up looking obnoxious. The worst would be relatives would try to fix you up with them.

The festival is a 3 day affair. So last tym on the second day, I acted as if I was unwell and avoided all the proceeding at the ghaat. So all the relatives are like "shahar ke bacche weak hote hain"

The only good part is that the local people would smoke high quality weed and u just pay them a little to keep all this a secret and then even all the cacophony sounds like Dylan...

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PS: This is fiction. On a contrary, I am a well-behaved Mama's boy.

"And then he changed the month card on his workstation calendar and wondered in amazement how the past 6 months zoomed by… His tenure at Bombay has been really good and yet it brought him the worst. He had lost some investments, mostly emotional and has spent most of this time, trying to keep the sanity of it all, together…"

Recommendations!!

2010-10-15T15:23:00.005+05:30

I recommend:
1. Each person should once live in the city of Mumbai. This is one mini-world in its own. You get to see all and sundry here. It can fascinate you and at the same time choke you. One city which has a soul!

2. Each person should one have suffered heartbreak. Thats wat will make you complete.

"Loves are like that. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and independence. After a while, you started throwing people out - your friends and everyone you used to know. And it's still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it's going to take you down with it."

3.Travel to an unknown direction and travel in solitude completely. Take a train, a ticket to anywhere, a set of books, some snacks, a big rucksack of necessities and a clear sky above. Just travel.

Filthy Rich

2010-09-14T12:27:00.004+05:30

Hi this is a summary of an autobiography from one of the "filthy rich" girls of Mumbai.

Hey,
I am Ayesha, and my dad is a Managing Director of Ayesha Private Limited which he inherited from my grand dad and just changed the name by hiring some lawyers. I love to party, get drunk and just scream.

Yesterday, my uncle gifted me a Mercedes Car and I just imagined what if I was poor. I am sure a poor uncle's girl must be gifting her a Honda City. Oh how can one drive in that Honda City. Thank God, I am not poor.

You know, all my friends went for rafting and I had to paddle the raft and my arms started paining. So I asked all the guys to paddle for we girls. Isn't it cool?

Well I met this guy named Vikas while coming back from the rafting tour and he had a cheap Nokia phone and he said he had passed out from some IIM. I am sure he was lying and trying to impress me by his IIM bullshit. He should have hidden his cheap Nokia phone first.LOL.

I cant take movies like Blood Diamond and Hotel Rwanda. Its so gross. I start puking watching these Africans. Why can't all directors make movies like Mean Girls?

Hey u guys know- Hungry is name of a country!! Funny naa..

OK I will leave then. Need to get this pedicure thingy done. Have a party tonight and need to go shopping too. Such busy schedule.

Muaaaaaaaaah
-Ayesha

RE: A letter

2010-09-03T16:28:00.004+05:30

Dear friend,

Thanks for replying back. Deep down, I knew you would. Thats what friends are for, to stand beside you at the testing times. It definitely did loads to me than mere feeling-good. And you see that now I am writing more about my life here.

1. Well I am yet to discover the Bombay you are very fond of, except for the sea mist- which i daily enjoy. Yeah thats the best part of my entire day-sitting around the sea. I am yet to discover watever you mentioned in the letter-the fish stink in Colaba, Muchhad’s paan,the tonga ride which you loved, strawberries and cream at “Batchelors”(though I am not at all a strawberry lover)..

2. Yeah I have downloaded the movie Big Fish. I will definitely watch it and tell you my reviews after I have watched it in the next letter.

3. I did not understand why you quoted Carrie Bradshaw (Sex and the City)at the end of your letter. "I'm looking for love," gushes Carrie, "real love, ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love. And I don't think that love is here in this expensive suite in this lovely hotel in Paris." You always did that in your previous letters, is it like your permanent signature??

4. You know last night I drank alone. 2 kingfisher strongs. Played 'chingadi koi bhadke'-kishore kumar in the play-again mode. And slept to it. Also woke up to it!!Living alone is awesome. But sometimes it scares me like what if I suffer a heart-attack, no one around.

5. Ever since I am in Mumbai, my arms must have increased in length. When you hang in local train twice for about 45 minutes, the arm length is gonna increase. And yeah I have one video of our first dwelling in Mumbai. Its one of the most motivational video of the shit we lived in. Next tym u r in Mumbai we can sit and watch it together.

6.Well I will end the letter now. Oh yes, I was going thru some old photographs and I still possess the one where u are twirling in that hippie skirt of yours.

-vC

A letter

2010-08-28T11:39:00.003+05:30

Dear friend,

You always knew how ancient a person I was. In this era of mobile phones and e-mails, I indulge myself in letter writing and that too I am writing to you, you of all the people.

1. Well, its been 4 months in Mumbai and probably each day I learn a new lesson. Lessons about life, all the realities (cruelties) it carries along. Its been so much that at times I feel my mind will burst out.

2. You know , during my early days in Mumbai, while travelling in the local train, I used to clutch my wallet and keep it close to me. But now I don't care. Having lost so much here, I am not scared to lose anymore.

3. All the time, I wish to go underground. Its not just work alone. These wishes are an after-thought of many factors. Personal/ professional. Nothing wrong per say, but going underground would definitely help me get back to square one. But every time I want to go out of this city, things dont materialise. My boss cancels my leave and when I argue, he threatens to fire me.

4. Definitely.. I am looking for something I don't have. Sitting in my office I always wonder if the 4 yrs of engineering and 2 years of MBA was to end up as a clerk.I guess I am just an aimless meandering soul, confused like all others.

5. There is a window in my office. If I am not working, I stand there all the time. I get a view of the local trains, the cars running on the marine drive and the sea. It really helps- standing there. Sea changes its colors as per the sky and it gives a great feeling. The trains and the cars are also very relaxing. They signify that its very important in life to move on. Now I fully understand why they say that the greatest invention in man-kind was the wheel!!

I want to write so much. But I will have to restrain myself..I will wait for your reply and then further aware u of my life. btw I daily read your diary which u gifted to me. It gives me great courage and trust me now I understand the words better.

-vC

Hope, nostalgia and that hollow-waala-stud!!

2010-08-21T10:58:00.004+05:30

When he sat by the sea and watched people smile at him, a sudden wave of nostalgia hit him. He was reminded of the first girl he kissed..A kiss at 4AM in the morning in a car parked by the Delhi roads...Yeah it was not at all a good kiss by any measure bcoz it was the first time for both of them..But isn't it that most mess-ups make for fonder memories than most of the victories?

Well she was the girl who gave him the identity, made him the person he was..She gave him the confidence to kick-ass and smile..That don't-care attitude was all hers transferred very well to him..He even borrowed her quotes...Her favourite being " The very definition of a stud is hollow" and later she used to add " and u r not that hollow-waala-stud"..He used to smile every time.

Both have loads in common but the most common thing they believed was in happy ending..Now that she was gone to some foreign country pursuing her Masters and the void and the vacuum of his seemingly infallible life had enveloped him, he looked at the sea to gain that strength back...

Not that he regrets having lost her , lost her in time, lost her in space,lost her in translation... Lost because sometimes he made good choices,but mostly he made silly ones and later sat and wondered why.....

-vC

New Religion

2010-08-17T16:39:00.004+05:30

Dear human beings,

I am going to a start a new religion. The name shall be told to you in the very next post. The God is there as it always was, but u got a new messenger in me..

Dont laugh, I am serious...

Well I shall not preach wat others have been preaching- shits like love and all.
I cant help you in seeking happiness.. Happiness is just a lame concept.rather a creation of human mind..

U, human beings think that u r better than animals but trust me its not..>Go back to animal-ism..Stop thinking...Ok u humans dont know much about psychic of animals so I tell u- Be a machine...I hope u know wat a machine is..Don't think..be neutral to this world..emotionally, psychologically.

Its just the beginning so I wud end the formal announcement of the religion here..

But my last advise wud b - dont tell anybody abt this new religion because they wud not be able to understand it and mock at u..You can utter that a new religion is formed but no telling the details..

Thats it. Now u may proceed to your usual facebooking or tweeting. May the world survive beyond 2012.

-vC

“It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?”
—Charles Bukowski, Factotum, Black Sparrow Press, 1975

God loves us all.

2010-08-13T16:50:00.002+05:30

OK So this is called pain.. Which asshole said "its beautiful". Its bloody crappy..

Friends leave you not because they stop being friends but because you become crappy enough to be bore by them...

Time becomes so slow, so fucking slow....

The boss asks you to resign and leave. You feel like quitting but then u stay to pay your debts and not hurt your family, you stay on...

So many people console you for good but nothing goes in...

You are the sad man...

All of them give you that shit of all jobs being cranky and me being new, feeling might be worse. Please know that a guy at my position committed suicide and only I can surely understand what must he have been driven to....

Tears fail to fall because even your lachrymal glands are also bored of it...

Probably u will end up hating this post of mine but this post is a tight slap to those big authors who wrote that "Pain is beautiful" bullshit...

God loves us all. Hahahahahahhahahahahahahaha.
-vC

Marine Drive

2010-07-31T11:06:00.002+05:30

1. Well job sucks!!! I agree that you know all of this but it sucks more when the people you work along with are major psychos..Being a psycho is not wrong but man u gotta be aware that you are one psycho..Here people confirm from each other.. "Why are you laughing, you think I am mad?"

2. Have you ever thought why was Forrest Gump running all along the length and breadth for no reason?? Things like that are happening to me..I walk from one end of the Marine Drive to the other end for no reason...I just feel like walking...These days I return to the local train all drenched in rain but I cant help but walk..

3.Almost all of the couples sitting by the Marine Drive indulge in PDA's(Public Display of Affection) but the rest of them indulge in palmistry...A guy named John would try to locate the letter J in his girl's hands and show her the very reason of them sitting by the sea because the palmistry says so... I am sure that the loser John wud have located the alphabet in several other hands too..

4.Many a times I feel like renouncing watever little I have and going underground, untraceable...I wud like to sit in a train and run to an unknown direction.. far from this crowded city and selfish souls....(Sorry for the word selfish being used here)

5.Though I dont believe in the very idea of friendship day but yeah I have been bestowed with most lovely bunch of friends.. Though I dont have plenty of them but they are scattered all around the globe making me feel how big this world is...I miss them all the time..
Lives do change(and change it must) and U cant just sit and u cant just plainly live the tough life ahead thru those memories..They come handy when U feel alone and bogged down....It feels great to read thru those "I will always remember .." moments but life has to advance...U got to reach a stage where people are curious what went into making of U..

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY
-vC

Three love stories

2010-07-06T12:27:00.003+05:30

Three love stories
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Characters:
A: The guy
B: the girl
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A loves B but B loves someone else because that someone else approached before and expressed his love..so just because now B loves that someone else..for no fault of his, A suffers

A loves B but does not tell her, waiting for the right time. B thinks A is just a friend rather a best friend. Someone else comes and wooes B. Who suffers-A.

A was a spoilt brat who changed for the girl B(love changes all u see) but B checks thru the history and hates this guy's past and shuts the door.

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Anyways Mumbai is pinching me badly..Its suffocating me and I feel choked..
probably its not this place but when it comes to the dirty game of Heart vs Mind, I am the worst.

PS: I just felt like writing it and the stories have no resemblance to any real life characters.
PPS: I know its a sad, non-contextual post and that too after such a big pause.

Mumbai opined

2010-05-14T16:32:00.005+05:30

Its been 10 days in Mumbai and I donno how much damage has it done to my creative skills (assuming it existed).

Well this post wud b just my honest opinion on this city which probably deserves the share of the hype it gets..

Bombay is exhilarating, smelly, crowded and dirty yet it is beautiful, formidable, honest, peppy and extremely fair. Bombay never lets the lonely down. The loneliness is always ephemeral and then the crowd takes over. This city exists to take away as much it exists to give.

I donno if i m being too early to judge this city.

Anyways the places I have been here have been an amalgamation of hard rock, lust, sea, speed, crime, tequila and much more.

I rate lust above all because I went to a dance bar where I saw men lusting on the bar girls sipping that costly alcohol and showering the pretty girls with that black money of theirs with the background playing those cheap bollywood tracks.

Next was crime because the Mumbai Police made me visit three police stations(Lamington Road, Mumbai Central and finally Churchgate) to get an FIR done over a lost blackberry of my friend. I nearly fought with the police officer over the fact that FIR can be noted at any place irrespective of the jurisdiction. But I fought less harder for the fear of being put behind the bars. Finally they all refused and I had to get that noted in Churchgate station.Luckily we found the cellphone back(although police had no role in it).

Hard rock came from hard rock cafe , sea from the marine drive(adjacent to my office), speed from the Go-karting this saturday and finally the tequila which made me have the worst hang-over this Monday. And yeah i had to leave the hall in between for the first movie I saw in Mumbai was pathetic. I wont say the name of the movie because Mr. Aditya Chopra may hunt me down for de-publicising his movie.

Anyways life in Mumbai goes on..for i am reminded of this ghazal which says
"kyon darein zindagi mein kya hoga
kuch na hoga toh tazurba hoga"

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PS: keep looking for pics at http://photoblogofvc.blogspot.com/..Mumbai pics are on the way..it may arrive anytym soon.

PPS: I would like to thank Rachita Bansal for playing the Muse for this post

Hahahahahahaaahahaha

2010-05-05T16:44:00.002+05:30

I am gonna write one of my craziest post I ever wrote. Out of all of you who try reading this, few will be able to comprehend, few will not be able to while rest will pretend to have understood it.

Anyways this is about a dead body lying around Mumbai local tracks ,from whose pockets there was one cellphone recovered. There were no contacts in that cell ..only one sent message and one received message.

The received message was "its lyrics"
The sent message was " what do u prefer in a song- its music or its lyrics?"

The reason for his death was obviously some paranormal activity...

Regards,
Vikas Chandra

PS: In mumbai either u choose 2 b crazy or it makes u one.
PPS: If you read this, please comment.

Testimonials!!

2010-04-15T17:24:00.003+05:30

Well wen I left college, the last hue and cry raised was abt testimonials..a section where we praise each other lavishly..wat was meant to be a true testimony of the time spent together turns out to b a collection of false praises..

Today wen I was quite down with the heat and a bit of nostalgia, I went thru them and was quite happy...people have written with such an effort and wow they played with the words so nicely..u really feel good after that.

Well while few of those lies really lifted my morale but some of those ended tickling me to the fullest..

Now I mention some of the hilarious parts ....

1. Vikas and me are brothers from different mothers. He is a real dude. He........( praise kar raha hai yeah gaali de raha hai)

2. Dude, u are an iconoclastic guy. You can drink loads of beers and talk endlessly. I will ......(i cant see any relationship here-iconoclastic and load of beers)

3. Wen other VCs stood for Victoria Cross, Vice Chancellor, Venture Capitalist, this guy meant something different....(wow this VC was Vikas Chandra)

4. When I think of this guy, he reminds me of Forrest Gump...(Forrest Gump???)

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PS: Few of u guys who wrote it might end up reading this.So please don't have that double thought that u did a blunder by writing my testimonial on zamorin.

In a bored state of mind

2010-04-02T17:04:00.003+05:30

Pardon this post as its being written in a bored state of mind..

1. I took my cycle and crossed the river to come to a cyber cafe to write this post which i dunno will even be submitted or not.

2. Now I know the filmy side of me comes from my mom...wen i returned home after my MBA , my mom did an aarti (waali nautanki)...I asked "MOM WHY ALL THIS?".. my mom said " beta Jaya Bacchan did that to shahrukh in Kabhi-khushi-kabhi-gam after he returned home completing his MBA!!"

3. One of my frens found a girl on Orkut,saw her on a webcam, chatted to her for hours, talked to her on phone...later their kundalis matched and marriage fixed(I was invited too)..but the guy saw her first tym on the mandap(place of marriage) and then he whispered in my ears-" dude she is not the same webcam one" !!!!

4. One of the places where Indians are treated as heroes or superiors is Bhutan..I realized it wen I was in Thimpu's disco wen many girls wud come to our face( we were four of us) and start giggling and trying to initiate conversation..Finally one of us four was able to score!!Well me??
I am not interested!!!

5. Lastly wat is the full form of KKR?? They say KKR won...I am still not able to get wats that!!!
Shit before I cud get wat KKR was they say dada scored...now who is this dada??

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Sabbatical

2010-02-18T15:06:00.003+05:30

'Swan Song'- He begs to differ. But yeah he agrees to the word 'sabbatical'. Sabbatical from the blogging world and he refuses to budge to all those sentimental and emotional run he had blogging on the link which meant contrary to wat he wrote.

He believes he is going to bombay. He will fall down the local train and people will trample all over him and hence he will end up writing even crazier blogs. He believes in a city where no one cares about anyone he will enjoy being in the 'womb of anonymity'.

The new life was there for him! With its multitude promises and scares in equal measures, he wondered what lied ahead.

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So I guess I'll remain the same.
Gud Luck.
I am done.

He and her

2010-02-07T03:48:00.004+05:30

He had few but intimate friends
She had many friends, many!
He was modest
But she she was her own favourite.
The two , guy and the girl reacted towards each other.

One day he was fed up of her and her so many friends.
she did not have tym for him but only the praises showered on her.

She also could not help
she was used to so many praises
by so many people around her.
She was happy to be in her owns pradise
however fools it may accommodate.

He got bored because he had nothing to do
She was all the same because for her life was the same
Nothing changed
She was the queen bee
but He was a loner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Who will save Balbir Pasha?

2010-02-04T19:51:00.003+05:30

Balbir Pasha the protagonist of our story was a perfect loner. He claimed to be a victim of this system. A system where he was forced to do wat the crowd wanted him to. He cribbed about being a rat in the rat-race.

Now what our Balbir Pasha does all the times is spectate, criticise and regret.Now some of the quotes direct from Balbir Pasha are:
How much so ever Barney Stenson says, I hate to wear suits.
If you are not the master of your destiny or the captain of your own soul, try alcohol.Its better late than never.
Grass on other side is marijuana
Hope is the most fooling word u guys heard of
Now u chase the money, later money will chase you but never you and the money will be together.

Blabir Pasha is now going thru a grind..Obviously for wat he shud have been than wat he is..

***The reader is free to interpret this classic piece of writing to watever (s)he wishes.

Angel

2010-01-05T18:15:00.004+05:30

It had been just two days after I had lost to her in the quiz competition that we met again. I was in my favorite cafe reading the book "My name is Red".Not able to decipher wat writer(translator) wanted to convey, I looked up and I saw her with her two friends smiling. With the loss in my mind that smile seemed to be a smirk targetted on the vanquished- me.

I left the cafe paying my bills hiding glances at her. When out of the cafe, I felt a tug on my shoulder and the same girl was standing. I thought she was there to torment me but still asked her the reason for stalking me. She gave me my book(my name is red) which I had left in the cafe .And before I could thank her. She went away. There was note inside-"You were better(in the quiz) but I was lucky".

Today when I came to know about her from our common friend, she said the girl had died of a road accident.This post is dedicated to her.

Moral of the story: If u don't believe in angels, start believing!

2010

2010-01-03T21:16:00.003+05:30

1.My resume is a disaster. I have not done much in life except making it to IIMs.Trust me that even seems hollow here.It has left me in such huge debts.

2. I write and u read. Some of you say its kick ass stuff. Some of you get pissed off because u expect something here.haha

3. I am crazy and I am random. I do watever I wish .No ambitions.But many a times I feel I have no control over myself. I am driven by a force. Might be peer-pressure, social pressure.

4.The best compliment I ever got was that " This guy(me) will surely do something marvelous in his lyf" Quite an optimistic comment.

5. anyways I will stop cribbing. Happy new year . 2009 aggrevated my confusion and 2010 is expected to ease it a bit.

Take care.

Its only for those who understand

2009-12-11T19:11:00.003+05:30

She wrote with panache. All that anger in her, she penned it down with grace. The queen of satire. People read her ,loved her, and above all agreed to her.
But then all this came with some criticism. Anyways, that was a part of her work.

One day she met a guy. A guy who was unaware of the world. Always jovial. Carefree.
For her, it was love at first sight.
For him, he didnot care.

She approached him, but again he took her casually. She tried a lot to impress him. But then he didnot budge. Some people are not made for that love thingy,u know.

Her heart broke. She was angry and she wrote more about it. That was known as her best work. Uncriticised work.

Moral of the story: If someone broke your heart, write about it, It definitely helps!!!

Hope triumphs

2009-12-08T17:15:00.003+05:30

**photo courtesy- Vikas Chandra

Hope is the word..
I was asked to choose between love,hope and faith..I donno why but I chose hope.

Most wud choose love. i am sure. But I feel its overhyped. Its un-decipehered too.
I chose hope for when I see people on the streets toiling that one day their lives would be a bed of rose. That silver lining keeps them ticking.

When I went home this vacation, fortunately not many people came to me for career counselling which is what I face whenever I am home. The happening moment came at the railways station when nine of those parents(my dad's frens) came with the same sweet packet to greet me when I was leaving. The same sweet packet because there is just one sweet shop near the station and it serves only one type of dry sweet. All parents had the same question of what their son should study or the book they shud read. Anyways I took 2 of those packets and gave rest 7 to my mom. Life is strange . ya it is. I feel the main problem we face here in India is the lack of good teachers. We need teachers for sure and the best ones who could inspire people.

Anyways I was talking of triumph of hope against love and faith. What do you choose??

The three phases

2009-11-17T16:19:00.010+05:30

Phase 1: An engineer enters into an IIM with loads of expectations and dreams. Pay package, reputation in the society, recognition, fast cars,materialism,hot chicks, work-hard-party-harder amuse him. He is like everyone, same night outs, same submissions, same group work. Cliched idea of life.

Phase 2: Seeks fun in free-riding. Realises money is not everything. Only quality life amuses him. Wants to travel, see places.He blogs. He clicks pictures.He plays guitar.

Phase 3: Nothing amuses him.

**Lately I have indulged in lots of self-marketing.I m done with it. And trust me this post is a last nail in that coffin of my personal marketing.

My ideal girl..

2009-10-19T13:32:00.003+05:30

***This post contains some explicit words.

She should be a girl from the Indian villages who:

1. who'd wear a red lipstick n funny heels on our honeymoon in ooty.

2.and she'd be holdin on to my shirt the whole time.

3.yaa n wen i go for office then she will touch my feet n do the whole "mera pati mera bhagwaan" nautanki n pack aloo ki sabzi for me

4.she wont even take my name and wen i wud b in office then she will sit in the drawing room n read books like " learn angrezi in 10 days".

5. n then one night the poor lil thing will try her best to seduce me n wear sexy lingrie n be like "lets have saxxxx".

6. To spice up my bland saaaxxx life I might as well be havin an affair wid the office secretary

7.she will get better but till then half of my hair will be gone.
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PS: All above are the statements coming from devilish mind of Sapna Dandona(name changed).Thanx Sapna for helping me visualise my bright future.
PPS: I dont mean to offend anyone here and I also don't intend to be a chauvinist.

Compliments

2009-10-15T21:13:00.003+05:30

I guess a genuine compliment definitely makes your day..even a non-genuine compliment made to sound genuine also makes your day..
So this post is about those genuine compliment and also about those genuine sounding compliments.

One of the toughest questions I face while filling up a scrapbook or when some one tags me is- "whats the best compliment you ever got?"..Even one of my B-school interview(to be precise MDI inteview) I was asked this stupid question of wat was the best compliment I ever got....
Everywhere my reply is same-"Sir, when I helped the blind woman cross the road, her smile along with the thank you was the best compliment I ever got"...It does the trick...

Even my blog receives many compliments and some are so hard to decipher whether he/she actually meant it. One of them I wanna mention is "Dude, your blog is like your fart, but obviously it doesnot stink"..It came from an American and yeah only an american can give statements like that!!

But I believe compliments kill more women than men. A woman will doubt everything you say except it be compliments to herself. I know of situations where girls get dumb over compliments. I overheard a guy saying to the girl once in a Delhi metro-You look sweet with that faded moustache line..I thought this guy was gonna get slapped..but she was all thank you for him..(Might b i don't know the context). But I quote someone I read days back-"There never was a woman who did not prefer an oblique compliment to a straight truth-if the latter was unflattering".

Anyways compliments do amuse me if it is different and however non-sensible.I liked it when someone said "God was just showing off when he created you".

The girl, the hope and the retrospection

2009-10-05T16:58:00.000+05:30

Given a wish, I wud like to eradicate poverty..Not that I am any guy who is all for charity but yes some-times(rather many times) I see poverty and it bugs me..

I will tell you about this little girl who is from my home town. This girl taught me that hope was the greatest thing which keeps u alive. Her father does not work and mother cleans utensils in our nearby. I asked this girl wat she wanted to be.... This girl just wanted to be rich.. She said-" I study and thats why one day I will b rich".(I am going home this december and wud add the pic of the girl to the post).

I like going back to my hometown and see wats my roots are..I have been a hosteler since I was 8 year old..I hated it then because we have 4 hour electricity and only doordarshan in TV..There were times i wanted to run away. But now I vie to be there..I love to sit on the roof and observe or read or retrospect.. I remember going to my boarding school and not being able to be a part of discussion about serials on Sony or Zee.

Anyways things are improving in my home-town..Now schools are there..The government has allowed free cycles to girls who go to school and the parents see some compensation in sending there child to school..But there are miles to go....

Anyways this post of mine was not written nonchalantly!!

Encounter.

2009-09-15T20:10:00.003+05:30

Its been long I wrote something. First of all I want to ask you all something. There is this girl I just had one encounter with and she called me weird. So help me in knowing whether its a compliment or a comment.

Anyways this weirdo today is gonna write about people and how unexpected they are.

1. There is this girl who sent me a mail. i don't where she got my id from.Probably orkut or facebook or i-donno-where. It said please marry me dude.You are my Chetan Bhagat.I could not dare to reply. But some points u keep in mind. One, I don't like Chetan Bhagat. Two, I am scared of the concept called marriage.

2. I like people who are loud and outgoing.I was giving a treat to my frens on my birthday in a restaurant. And as usual they sang the happy birthday song. Later a girl comes to me out of nowhere with a flower and wished me. She is the most beautiful girl I ever encountered. But she vanished somewhere later.

3. Trains are the best place to observe people. I was in the side upper birth and there was a guy trying to impress a girl in the lower seat. trust me the girl was way smarter. It was the best eaves-dropping i ever ventured into. They started with movies and the guy realised the girl had seen all the movies he had watched plus extra. he changed the topic to books. There also girl had been a far more avid reader. Then English Premier League and to my surprise the girl knew more about the club this guy was a fan of.

4.Delhi bus is where I met this girl. She was seating in the usual ladies seat and then there was this old woman who boarded this bus and the girl left her seat for the lady. So in return I, who was sitting behind, stood and left the seat for this girl. She said "No keep sitting. I can stand". But I stood up and said" No please sit". A third pot-bellied man came from behind and said "You two decide and till then I will sit".

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PS: I lately realised that I m a better photographer than a writer. So incase you bored do visit my photoblog .

I can't write about.....

2009-09-07T02:16:00.006+05:30

hi guys,
I came here to write and this time I m not drunk. So if I suck ,I am to be blamed unlike the last post where the advising lady stole all the limelight.

I thought a lot about wat topic to write on. I can't write like those people who have been tagged and then they write the whole post about two things they hate most or five things they can't live without or their latest crush. I m sure you won't read that even if I try to.
I can't even write any fiction about how a guy danced around the trees and went on to woo his girl. I am no writer and you know that.
I can't even write about why Kashmir should not be an independent country or why Sensex would reach 25,000 in Mar 2011 or why Rafael Nadal is better than Roger Federer. I have opinions on each and everything u discuss but I can't convince how my opinion is better than yours.

Instead, I will write about people I encounter and how random they can get. How they leave you amazed,dazzled,dumbstruck etc. There was this guy in my college who saw this recharge coupon 16 digit number and memorized it in a glance. Then this guy who played awsome guitar with all our college girls surrounded to him(though jealous feeling was more than of enamoured one).

But people who amaze me the most are writers.For example I read some blogs and feel quite dumbstruck. There are many I connect and say it loud that I feel the same but I can't write the same. There are many I donot connect but feel drowned into wat they write.

But I am a strong votary of this opinion that-each guy in this earth is special and unique.
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PS: I put both my blogs for ratings and the result came as follows
1.vc's-6/10
2.I...-8.5/10

Of forks,knives and spoons

2009-09-02T01:42:00.004+05:30

on public demand I write this...
If I suck then curse this lady who said "we write our best wen we r drunk"

Anyways my mind has loads of things running in it..like a perfect cocktail..U know i don't like cocktails.why do they mix up things. its like those remixes songs I can't bear.

You know my life has been full of culture shocks. And nostalgia peeping in me is pushing me to write abt that.

When I entered boarding school and begun to learn the culture of forks,knives and spoons.The story ahead is about my lyf then. The year 1993.

->The first word I heard in the school was "Pin-drop-Silence". A teacher shouted it at all of us and then there was sudden whole lot of lull.Think of a guy who came from a hindi medium school and has to connect first three words like pin, drop and silence in a hard core english medium school.

->mathematical tables were so hard to learn.specially the eighteen and the seventeen. And the recitation is even more stupid. eighteen-eight-zaa-one-hundred-forty-four and it goes on. Standing out of the maths class in Class 3 was a common phenomenon then.

->We wrote letters to our home. We had a period dedicated to letter writing.Every letter was same except in the last where we had to send regards to our elders and in the youngsters part we filled in the name of our sisters,brothers and cousins.But all parents thought it as a truly customized letter instead of a mass-production one!

->Last the concept of how a child is born was so puzzling to us. We had all ideas borrowed from movies. It began that when the actor kisses the actress the child is born. Then it went on to mere sleeping. Then further on and on. Then the seniors tell u the truth. Lastly the biology teacher puts a seal on the puzzle.

Its not just a biography

2009-08-21T22:11:00.005+05:30

I am not good in English because I was born in a small town in Bihar. My parents could not afford to send me outside my hometown(read:homevillage) to pursue my education.But I have learned the mathematical tables from 1 to 20 very well. Probably that is the only thing I know fully by heart, apart from The Hanumaan Chaalisa(the forty lines prose sung in praise of Lord Hanuman).

But you know I like the English language very much. I don't know all of the Hindi alphabets(they are too many of them) but I remember all twenty six of the English ones and also one word each alphabet like A for apple and X for X-mas.

There is one neighbour of mine-very smart guy. He studied in a convent school in Dehradun. You know he recently married a girl who is not even of his caste. The girl came to our village last week. She is so-very good looking and I am also sure that one day when I learn English and talk English I will get a good girl.I tried talking to her and she was so good mannered. But all the old women(grannies of our village) gossip ill about her which I don't like.

Anyways, once my craving to learn the English language went beyond limits that I asked our landlord's son to bring some English movie cassette.But to my dismay the movie was a cheap one and I overheard- they call it a blue movie. Its one bad things about English-speaking people that they promote public display of affection far beyond extent. I don't like it.

Yesterday I asked my teacher the ways to improve English. He said to read English newspapers. So I bought this "Times of India". Yes even my village has accessibility to Times of India. Every news I read was either of rape or eve-teasing or "Kareena Kapoor-looking-hot" or "some gay parade". I didn't enjoy it.

I will talk about my dream. I dream of being a teacher. An English teacher. I will teach them English literature and English poems. Poetry fascinates me a lot.I will shape the young minds of my students like my next door neighbour(the potter) makes pottery from that raw earth.

Anyways I talk a lot. I better sleep as I have to wake up early and bathe some buffalos. May Lord Hanuman bless you all!!

What it takes to be me.

2009-08-11T01:09:00.004+05:30

I have always been away from home even before i was 8 years old..Always had a boarding lyf..Mussoorie, Dhanbad and then now Kozhikode. Life has always treated me well with a few speed breakers which were necessary for the flight I had taken ..Thanx to the speedbreakers..I can still keep my feet on the ground.

Every vacation I went home, i was treated a prince..I was given a chance to play some bloody roles like son , brother, grandson, cousin, nephew and some non bloody like neighbour etcetra which were pretty much different than the ones like those of friend, student,junior ,classmate ,boyfriend or a senior.

But the one role I hated the most and found it most comical was that of a career counselor. My dad's friends always used to drop in with their son's or daughter's academic problems and expected me to solve it.It came along to me after clearing IITJEE. I was instructed by my dad not to be blunt because I wud b judged an arrogant and it wud b the next topic in dad's office that the son of my dad is an arrogant guy.

There were various questions like " Beta, how is Mechanical Engineering at HIT?"
My obvious question wud b" Uncle wat is HIT?"
Uncle-"Hiralal Institute of technology.Which wud b better elctrical engineering or mechanical engineering"
I cant say "how wud I know or why not HIT is Himesh(reshamiya) Institute of technology"
instead I say "Uncle see mechanical is an evergreen branch it wud never die but electrical is the branch of the future..In both ways the future of your son is secured."

I hate it big..Playing mushy all the time.

Random Bullshit.

2009-08-04T20:53:00.006+05:30

The one you love never loves you and the one who loves you you cannot love.Yes,Murphy has a true exponent in me.

Concept of love at first sight is crap.. I really fall for it everytime I travel by the Delhi bus Number 100.

There are people who read my blog's every post and every time their compliment goes like "I wasted my time". They r gonna read this one also.

There was one who read my blog and said " It is like Final Destination. The first parts were gud but the later parts we cud predict wats coming. hence i stopped reading." Dude, I know u wanted a mention in my coveted blog.You deserve it,Firaq!

The days I miss the most of my college was when we played soccer on the roof top in the rain. We used to wait for rain and ever always getting drenched in the rain has been slice of lyf to me.

When MJ died I felt the death of a connecting link.I was always mesmerized by the song "Heal the World" and I danced on the song dangerous on the stage in class 8th. One of the first music stars I ever adored. My very beginning of English music was gone and dead. Thats when I felt this pang.

Last times I went to the beach my slippers fell into the sea. But the sea returned it. My cell also fell into the sea. Sea returned it too.

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PS: There is a post script to all the stories and trust me its the best part of the story. Though I was into deep sea dropping things into the sea fully sloshed on frenship day, the very concept of friendship is pious to me. I have been gifted with best fens around. This post if for u guys who taught me to smile watever be it.

Betrayal.

2009-07-26T02:52:00.003+05:30

This post is dedicated to all those people who haven't got what they deserved.

U dunno how it feels
not to get your due.
Its like treachery
and betrayal clubbed together.

But the culprit is expectations
for crux of all pain lies in expecting.

-vC

Of fools and rats!!

2009-07-21T20:55:00.005+05:30

Dear Reader,

Suddenly I feel I have too much of mental energy so I want it to drain that out. So I opted to write.Wow, wat a foolish utilization of extra energy.Obviously I know u wont go thru whole of wat I write. But think again do I care for u?

Anyways I dont have distinct topics to write about.I will talk of random things .Of fools and rats.Of money.Of pretense.Of people and at last of celebration of death.

Lemme begin with fools. They are in abundance, they are like rats.I dont like rats but most of the time I end up being one. I donno but I cant avoid being one. The rats wanted to be in the IITs, I too. The rats wanted to be in IIMs I too.I am a bigger rat I achieved wat I wanted. But now I dunno wat I want to be, but for sure rest of the rats want to earn money.

Off late people around me think that either I m always on weeds or I am in love with some girl who is a philosophy major or I am not getting proper sleep or I am faking 2 b somebody. Neither of them is true. They say this bcoz of the weird way I talk which confuses them. One of them even said that if I continue this way I will end up giving a quote of the millennium or century or even beyond.

Suddenly I picked up an ill feeling against piracy.Against pirated books, against pirated movies, against pirated music. I removed listening to music as a hobby from my resume because it has ceased to be a hobby. Its so easily available. Where is the scarcity and the marginal utility in listening to music? U get it for free.The value attached is gone. I am too selfish to care about those who dig music and the lesser revenue they get due to piracy. But ya for myself ,I am against piracy.

People are the most interesting things to me. The more complex ,the more interesting. I told you earlier that I like things I dont have or I dont am. I like artists of all forms-writers,dramatists,playwrights,musicians, choreographers.Many a times I feel I fight against them and U fight only against people who are superior to you. About the inferiors, you just beat them,no real fight's involved.

I had this dream where I was dancing around one dead corpse. I tried to refrain myself from doing so. But I danced so well that people around me forgot all the mourning and danced with me. Then Goddess(God to me is a female) came to me and says "This is the best thing you ever did, you celebrated the ultimate truth in the world-u celebrated death my son". Completely Weird naa.

Anyways now that all the energy I was brimming with is gone. I feel better.

For those who have read this far I pity you!

-vC

This post has subliminal messages.

2009-07-19T15:57:00.003+05:30

when u get more than u deserve.. u dont want to lose it.there is a fear..same goes with happiness..and one day fear overpowers happiness.

But dont worry its cyclic. Even happiness overpowers fear.

--Scribbled by Vikas Chandra

Why do all hate him?

2009-07-16T21:41:00.002+05:30

This guy cud be everybody's role model.He is different. But everybody hates him.I donno why because i tend to like this guy for he is different. He doesn't care.

Anyways I will put some points abt this guy and u decide whether is he worth hating?

1. Everybody says he is weird.But he says everyone is also weird.
2. He abuses a lot. Every sentence contains lots of F-word and he adds it to every part of speech he knows.
3. He doesn't drink.He doesn't smoke.No weed. Never. Probably guys like him do never need a high.
4. He always has a smirk on his face. An evil one.
5. He is lazy.He sleeps most of the tym.He quotes Beatles then:
Everybody seems to think I'm lazy
I don't mind, I think they're crazy
Running everywhere at such a speed
Till they find, there's no need
6.He is a fan of the club Hull City. If u dunno its one of the EPL clubs.
7.He only talks properly to his sister that too she is not of same blood as him. She was her school Junior and she prepared rakhi on Rakshabandhan to tie it one guy who rejected it. Suddenly she was weeping and this guy allowed her to tie it on her hand.

Thats it. I cud go on and on. But I m sure it wudn't fetch him much due wat he is worthy of.
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PS: I dont know why I wrote all this.

Do you have a story?

2009-07-10T19:49:00.003+05:30

Everyone has a story to tell. But I only have stories to listen to. Everyone comes to me to tell his or her story.And you know wat all their stories are same. Its about cribbing. Guys crib about their lost girlfriend, call her a whore while Girls about their lost boyfriend and call him a pimp.Just a gender change. They all tell this only to me to avoid listening to some one else's story as they all know I would never have any story to tell.

I remember this girl whose cribbing transcends all other's. She cribs about her career, her having grown-up big, her Fiat Palio, her worn out Gucci shoes, her Louis Vuitton hand bag and what not. Suddenly she stops and asks whats your story dear.I too tried to crib. Told her about my lost bet on Andy Roddick against my friend's Roger Federer. Told her about the missed football goal at the last minute. She rebuked "stop pretending .thats no story-in no way u look sad".

Then there is this girl in Class 10th. My distant relative. She says -"Bhaiya Life sucks!"
Wow. I never new wat "sucks" was wen i was in Class 10th. If I had I wud also have a story to tell.

Anyways if I go on and on I am sure I will end up telling you a story. I don't really wanna cause imbalance between story tellers and THE STORY LISTENER.

Crucified.

2009-07-08T00:56:00.003+05:30

And when I walked alone
With tears drying by the wind
And the regret seething away
I missed your hand by my hand

The memories kept unsettling me
As I carried that pang along
For I hurt you with those words
Which I never meant.

Now please don't come back
I have already been crucified
And let me repay for those
aching words I said.

The teacher

2009-07-02T23:40:00.003+05:30

I was rummaging through my closet.
Then I found this note.
about 16 years old.

This note is about Ma'am Bhatia
My class teacher then.
It says

When I grow up
I would like to be you ma'am
A teacher.
I would also give some one
an expensive fountain pen
when his hand-writing is bad.
I would also give sweets to my children
when they spell the word bureaucracy right.
And when its their last day
I will bless them and say
Go, never ever die for a cause, just live for it.
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PS: Ma'am Bhatia was my first class teacher at Oak Grove,Mussoorie. She practically taught me everything from being nice to all to the mathematics-table-of-nineteen. I owe a lot to her and she was one of the most inspirational women I ever met.
Truly a bad teacher complains, a good teacher explains and the best teacher inspires.

Phone number

2009-06-29T21:23:00.007+05:30

One of my friends complained of my posts to be quite girly. His definition of girly being all the stuffs girls like. I donno whether it was a comment or a compliment. But I write for myself and there is no particular segmentation, targeting or positioning of my blog.

Someone said I had an ego. And I talk either too much sense or no sense. I believe these are the most correct statements about me.

Query of the day: Do you always need to know someone to love him/her??

One thing u guys dunno is that I m very bad at asking phone numbers from girls. My timing is wrong or my style is wrong .I nevaa get it. So thats why I had the most ephemeral flings in my life. All heartless ones. Now check how i didnot manage to get the numbers.
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Me: Can I have your phone number?
Girl: Oh. actually VC .i m so careless u see.half of my calls are picked by my mom. So i won't be explain wats between us to her. Its better we keep meeting rather than waste tym over phone.

---------------this bird had flown-------------------------------------------

Me:I m sure you have a phone number. Can I reach you on that?
Girl: Oh please. I don't know you much. So I see no reasons for that.
------------------We never knew each other more than that day-------------------

Me:Whats your number?
Girl(zero IQ): Which one?
Me: Obviously I wont ask for your sandal's .I am asking for your phone number.
Girl(zero IQ): What for?
Me:Obviously to call you.
Girl(zero IQ):My mom checks all my received calls and missed calls.

----------------------------her mom had some IQ??----------------------------------

Me: I heard that girls like to have long talks on phone.
Girl: Oh me too!!
Me: Then call me for sure. We can talk you see.
Girl: Hmm but you can call me also.
Me: Oh sure but I dont have your number.
Girl: Ya thats the problem.
Me: Its so solvable you know.
Girl: But you know I have joined this coaching classes for CAT. So this time I dont wanna fool myself. Its better I shud not stay on phone much.
--------------------------Study hard dear--------------------------------------

Few of these girls I mention also read my blog!!!

I fought..She fought.. hence we fought

2009-06-27T15:10:00.003+05:30

The below text has no connection with the title of this post.Its more of a marketing gimmick, so that U read the text due to the catchy title.Its just that I didn't have any suitable title so I wrote the first few words which came in my mind. The title and the post are like my every passing day. No connection between them. Everyday is fresh or stale but no link-ups, no-hook ups.

Anyways its been days I wrote something. so today it wud b more of my diary sort. I m reading catcher in the rye. And its like "why didn't i read it earlier?" Its my type.

Next is a bit about complications about lyf. IS everything either black or white? or there exists shades of grey.

Another doubt: Love and hate are two poles. Is like and dislike between the two poles? or they form some different co-ordinates.

These feelings I wud never understand.

Anyways I never gave a thought or I dont even care to, its just I entered a mindless debate over all this.

So a bit about IIMK lyf: Second year timetable is like hell. all seven days are equal. Classes-seven days a week. Positive point is I m happy about my big,eloquent,luxurious room.

And ya guys, I had my birthday on 23rd .Went to probably the sexiest beach I ever seen. Birthday is always a fun change, so many people call you ,message you or scrap you..

At last I wud like to quote Vikram Seth here.My fave poem these days..

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -

Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.

Tale of two girls

2009-06-21T00:18:00.004+05:30

In my lyf I only dated two girls: one was undersmart and the other oversmart.

and trust me I loved undersmart more than the oversmart.

UNDERSMART: She was like-never understanding anything I said. She liked the latest bollywood songs with Sharukh in it.She laughed at every PJ I cracked. She liked my nose because its sharp. I remember she bought me a card for me worth Rs. 20 by paying worth Rs 100. just because shop-keeper duped her. I hated her because she compromised me everytime I was late for the date. She never read and she always tugged my Tshirt wen we passed by any bollywood movie poster.She was a teetotaler rather a gud passive smoker I shud say.

OVERSMART: She always intervened in my talks, enquired about everything. All my gud jokes were like PJ to her. She had read Mein Kampf and boasted about it.She demanded the diamond ear-ring wen i cud afford the golden for her.She had the notion that boys dont cry. And all men wanted to sleep with the girl they ever dated.A self proclaimed feminist she was. She used to smoke as a symbol for emancipation of the women soul.

Anyways both were really gorgeous women--the two women who ever entered my life. Today I miss them both. One needed learning and other unlearning.I cud do that both. But i didn't want to destroy their purity. They were pure and pristine!!!!!!!!!!

They started the fire

2009-06-16T18:51:00.004+05:30

They were a bunch of twelve strictly complete gang as a whole.A bunch of teetotalers, drunkards,hard core alcoholics. A bunch of fat and thin, dark and fair, melodious singers and cacophonic singers, teasers and the teased. Each one was different.

They met again after an year they passed out from college to meet again. From all parts of the world. To create the same pile of magic again.

They sat and discussed love and found the variety. some had loved and were still loving, some had loved and lost and some hadn't loved at all.

And when it was time to part they all mumbled their secret prayers that o god please create situations so that we all miss our flights/trains or buses.

Hey Ram

2009-05-27T01:58:00.005+05:30

We met in the bar
and she was drunk
for obvious reasons
The black kajal was shining
on her eyes
And my inebriated state
aggravated the damage
her eyes were doing on me.

I went to her and then
asked whats the best thing
she ever did
And she answered
smooching
and she had done it n times

I asked her if she had
done that today
or rather was her quota over
Suddenly she fainted
then and there
Was it hysteria of
being proposed by me
Or was she too drunk
Rather may b I was
too ugly for that

but the last words she said were
"HEY RAM"

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PS: I m still drunk.
PPS:The above crap is a fiction.But every fiction has some truth in it.
PPPS:I haven't done much in my lyf.
PPPPS: You haven't done much either.

HATE

2009-05-24T01:36:00.003+05:30

Baby, money makes u beautiful
You r a trash otherwise
Dad paid for your lipstick
and with your mom's u dined at Thais

You speak nothing but crap
but i can't get rid of you
I don't know why
all i wanna is to eschew

You were born rich
but i earned it
And now i toil
when you just knit

How, i hate u so much
for once i loved you
rather was fooled by you
nice a bait u threw

But then i cant help it
but to live through
for now i m used to the pain
a pain with which i always grew!!!

Bald comments

2009-05-19T01:27:00.003+05:30

Hey guys,

I just got hairless..ya all hairs removed in the parlor.
The sheer reason being that heat was taking a bit of its toll and my hairs were shedding and few of them gone grey even..
So it was as simple as that.

Now people I met today made it so complicated and funny.Here goes few of the comments.

"Kya bhaiya Tirupati gaye the"

"Deccan Chargers ke haarne ka itna bada gam"

"Amrish Puri bhi sharmaa jaata aapko dekh kar"

"Oil aur shampoo ke paise bachaa rahe ho kya?"

"Hero lag rahe ho"

"Aaah koi tragedy hui hai kya?"

"Ab jo baal aayegaa ekdum hrithik type"

"Lal se inspire huye kya"(lal is my fren who went bald few days back for the same reasons)

"Kya gam hai yaar"

"Ronaldo"

"Bhai aapne religion ko hurt kiya hai"

"Hindus ko allowed nahi hai yeh"

"VC bhai maal lag rahe ho Aamir type.. wahi ghajni waala aamir bas side mein line nahi hai."

Please leave me.

2009-05-17T02:32:00.006+05:30

Of watever I knew of you
You were far more deserving
So, I left you out of my claws
For you to fly in the free wind
and search for a better companion
as my feathers became so corroded
of the dirt and the filth.

I may sound a weirdo
but part we must
because I don't wanna see a scar
on your chaste soul
because the scar is so contagious
So please Go and find yourself
who U r worthy of.

But,All I wish is
to erase those memory cells
of us vivid and lucid
It kinda jerks me off
and leaves me teary
for sacrifice is a pain
but the greatest pain I'm sure
is to love u in vain!!!!!!!

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P.S.- This is a part of a crazy note I found out in one of the book I bought from one of the second-hand book stalls at Bangalore. I don't know who is addressing this to whom. I deserve no credit on this except for playing the publisher here.

P.P.S.- I know its kinda bad trying to make sad personal things public but as long as we don't know the people involved it seems fair to me.

R.A.I.N

2009-05-08T17:03:00.004+05:30

When it rains, I feel great
Getting drenched in the rain
Feels all sorrow drained off
and then there is no pain

When it rains, I feel sad
For it wud be mud all around
All my happiness wud be drowned
and I wud b just home-bound

When it rains, my eyes glitter
The clouds thunder, the smell so sweet
It feels heaven is suddenly kind
No regrets, no chilled air and no heat

When it rains, my eyes go teary
Like the skies, I weep
For all fun is in the pain
I never loved to go so deep

When it rains, the color is purple
and I dance in this purple rain
To the tune of raindrops
everything becomes sweetly insane

When it rains, the color is black
Like the clouds which cause sorrow
Everyone is suddenly home, hiding
Wish they allow the sun to shine tomorrow

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PS: Since my current sense of writing really needs a fix. So I opted to type my diary(school times) and the dilemmas posted in it !!

She dated them all....

2009-05-04T14:04:00.003+05:30

She dated them all on her own electronic world but all the guys she chatted to were crazy for her. She had that oomph on her cyber world. Her id also spoke much of her..She called herself the ethereal under score beauty..

She was such a glib talker on the cable or on the Wi-Fi..She handled as many as twelve guys at a time with the same elan and she once had her chilled Corona beer and broke the record to twenty-three guys at a single tym.

She gave these guys so much of importance.They all felt as if they were the only one man in her life.But she never cheated on them.She told them about each other and revered on those moments of jealousy she could sense on the other end of the router.

And then she broke it all. She told them about her marriage @ none of those twenty three, but a fat, wealthy banker who knew nothing but banking.And it was the first tym she ever used those sad emoticons in her chatting. The bride groom was supposedly a topper of finance in his MBA and got the best salary package at college. Ever since his life he had been following those mysterious trends in the graphs and talked those jargons like the 'Credit Default Swaps' and 'Short sterling futures' .

But then all she wanted in her life was to keep her parents happy and she agreed to marry this fat banker who cud b ranked twenty fourth in the charming category of the guys she ever came close to. But then she remembered to invite all her net friends for they were the only few who knew her well.

They all came to see their lady love get married. Just for that glance.
And as expected she was far more beautiful than wat they had seen on the webcam. She was like her email id ethereal-under-score-beauty.

She knew them all with their chatting nicks and gave them all a sad good bye look. For now she would love them still but no more through the electronic world but through her instant chatting memories.

She asked me...

2009-04-29T17:14:00.004+05:30

And then she asked me to write a poem,
About the woods and about the skies
Which should be pure and pristine
But incomprehensible to the wise

And then she asked me to write a poem
About our laughs and about our tears
How we played both the joker and the villain
With no utter confusion and no repairs

And then she asked me to write a poem
About an angel and about the heaven
So I wrote about us cuddled into one
And she just smiled and never asked to explain.

And at last she asked me to write about dreams
I just wrote about us till eternity
And she again smiled omnisciently
As if she were to know me since the year 1850.

But now i can't write any more poems
Not because no one asks me to
Its just that dreams shattered and the angel flew
She developed wings and the God needed her too.

PS: I just found this poem in my old diary... So took the pain of typing it here. In case this poem helps...

On the field: Day 2

2009-04-28T18:55:00.003+05:30

Now this series of posts is for the critics, who think I cannot write sense.
I know sense as a word is quite relative.It changes from person to person.And here I mean a sense for U.I am happy with non-sense lyf of mine.But U know I tend to stoop down my level for U people.

Anyway today was far more pathetic start for me. And for those who love figures.I cud manage 2 outta 5 targets. You go to places and then U find that addresses are not right or the person has gone out. Ya one such financial adviser has gone to South AFrica for IPL..Curse the BCCI for shifting the IPL and curse the markets, these advisers are such vellas now like me.

The first guy I met was easily dominated by me. I ran the questionnaire through him and he spelt it all out.The second guy ripped me apart and I am happy he did it.

The second guy was a real big guy and he had been the director of Nokia India. He talked of everything from Indian economy to World economy.How this crisis has made him poor by half his assets. He talked about June and July being the decider for the economy and how naive we young people are .

He literally spelled out his mantra for making it big. He simply said U all guys know it--its just hardwork. He woke up at 5am and worked till 10 pm. and ya He read a lot.
He made me real uncomfortable because of his aura.

Certainly a huge day of learning. I was so demotivated until 5:30 PM until I happen to meet this guy rather a man of sorts.

About my book Shantaram-ya I m reading it. Its a bit unlike Slumdog. The author has had a love at first site with India. and I m reading his affairs beyond.

The funny side is that whenever I read the book in the bus. There are always two or three young guys of my age who question me of which entrance exam was I preparing for..

On the Field:Day 1

2009-04-27T18:25:00.002+05:30

Today was the first field day at my internship.By the field work I mean I had to meet some financial advisers and ask them to fill one stupid questionnaire.Even I wud b scared filling those 22 questions ,trust me its far easier filing income tax details than this elaborate set of questions. But my boss wanted the questionnaire to be so exhaustive.I still remember the face of one such adviser who asked me if he cud take away the questionnaire home and gave back to me the next day.Gotchhha man!!

U can say that today was a fiasco and hence the most learning day of my internship so far. u know wen u call these guys for an appointment,they r scared to hell.First of all I need to mention that I am from IIMK then only they wud talk else they believe that its their telecom operator calling with some new SMS package. After the IIMK mention, there is another kind of scariness as if I had some hidden purpose like eating away his share of clients. It feels like a monster on the phone you know defending yourself with the crap that Mr. Adviser its just information for my academic project.

Well to complete the project on tym the minimum target daily is 5 people and today I cud manage just 2 people. Some of them are so busy that they budge down their phones.Why they hell do they pick up?Others say they are just too busy.

But I enjoyed my traveling through bangalore. The two people I met were from Brigade Road and I love that place for the stylish girls U get to see. Monday afternoon and so many hot girls. Wow. That helped me reduce my monster feeling.

Another guy who is helping me is the Shantaram Author. I am going thru that -on the bus, in the MacD, in the mall.

There were some human intricacies and some non living details I wanted to capture. and I just felt I had a camera so that I cud share that with U guys. But really they gave me a feeling.Sometimes that of a chuckle, sometimes a smirk,sometimes just a pang and sometimes worry.
Thats the beauty of moving around and seeing places.

Just a day

2009-04-24T01:24:00.004+05:30

I agree I am not good at poems and neither at writing whole and plausible sentences.So I just intend to account you of my day today.

Well today was a usual day I went to my office but in my newly bought formals(because I just had one set of formal dress and I cudn't drag it more)
There was a usual office work but I had been joined by my new colleague today.She had left her job in Reuters-Thomson USA to do MBA here. But U know these girls are such a big nautankis. The way they twist their faces while answering questions.Like I asked her when did she join this organization. She took a 2 minutes pause and answered- today.
I was so pissed of with that two minutes pause. Why did she have to do that?

But then after office work I had beer.And then i came back to my room. Then picked up my guitar for my guitar class. It was raining outside and I loved it.The beer and the rain go so well.U know. Then between my guitar class and my room I walk across an Oracle building. Architecture has never enthused me that much until the look of that building.Its not that galmorous as the amphitheatre or the Leaning tower.But ya I love the sight of the building.Some credit to the rain and the alcohol.

Now something from guitar class:
Now this teacher has some extra bit of liking for girls. He touches their fingers and touches them at each frets.But for we guys he just gives us mere two line instructions.
But there is a small guy Akash,some 10 year-old guy.He loudly said in the class-"Sir I wish I were a girl so that atleast I cud learn guitar so well".The whole class laughed to the embarrassment of the teacher.
Later after the class I offered Akash an ice cream which he hesitatingly took after I confirmed him that it was not a bribe but a token of friendship.
These small things made my day great.
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PS- OOPS..I just realised that..I called my colleague at office a nautanki.I didn't mean it...Keep twisting faces..MBAs need to.
And I am also sorry to Joe Sir. U also made my day when u played Stairway to heaven on my guitar.

The Crap Couple

2009-04-20T12:08:00.003+05:30

There was this-crap guy..who talked nothing but crap(bakwaas in hindi) and then there was this girl who also talked nothing but crap.

They were the only two people in the world whose lives were untouched by the financial recession.They considered money as their biggest competitor and they always said there's no bigger crap than money. So they rejoiced the downfall of their competitor. They thanked their friends(read-MBAs) who helped them in such a downfall and even asked them to form a cartel.A cartel of gassing(another term for crap).

But then, they had their own world of pot,alcohol,coke,brown sugar,hash, etcetera.

One day their worlds collided and they met in a mall. They were the only two people smiling in the mall apart from the popcorn sellers at the multiplex(gawd they earn so much).

They had the aura around them and the people feared them.They cud mock at anybody and laugh at them.In short they were two crazy people untarnished.

Now when they met it was like a lightning and then they talked and gibbered and no one understood.

It was like Emily Bronte met Mario Puzo.

The king of crap and the queen of crap then finally did something. All around people cud hear that sound but still they cudn't see wat happened because of the blazing light coming from the two.

Later they knew they slapped each other for not having met before.

watta crap!!!

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PS: I m really sorry to two legends-Emily Bronte and Mario Puzo for dragging them into such a cess-pool(my blog).

An ache is a prolonged dull pain...

2009-04-17T16:59:00.004+05:30

I loved you and you loved me
but this distance swept it away.
I m gone and U bitching away
our love drowned in the very tide of time.

My promises,your resolutions
My handkerchief,your tears
My hand,your hand
All's over baby,now who cares.

No apologies
No regret
Just float
Just gravitate.

baby the past was good
Present aches
the future wud surely rot
Alas,there are no re-takes.

But dear,some r just born to breathe
and play numb
either comfortably or uncomfortably.......

Lethargic writing

2009-04-15T14:28:00.006+05:30

So i didn't write for long and the reason is not because I was oh-so-busy with my internship at bangalore.
Trust me I had all the tym of the world for me and I told U i m so lethargic so i cudn't sign in to my blogspot.

Like these Indian politicians,I have no issues to write today.Rather No fiction even. Just the same random sticking to the basics of writing(subject-verb-object), some introspection and ya the same criticizing the world..here-I-Go..

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

She asked " why u not written for long"
I said " Just barren of thougths for while"
She "Were U ever fertile?"
"BITCH"

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

He asked " Dude you all the same..bilkul bhi nahi badla tu "
I said "Sahi to hai.I am all the same"
He said "Oh sorry I didn't notice your pot-belly.haha"
"ASSHOLE"

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

He asked " What do these girls want.? bata de yaar. I hate being a singleton"
I replied "How wud I know? ask some committed sort guys"
He:"oh they suck..look at their sick sense of humor..they all smell so bad"
"ENLIGHTENED"

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

She came up to him "Why dont u talk to me?"
He replied "Its just that I m shy to talk to gorgeous girls"
She "Thanx..I m assuming it"
"FLIRT"

--------------------Thank You for reading such a crazy stuff------------------

Outsourced

2009-04-02T15:16:00.004+05:30

and then like everyone one else ,He was also outsourced. Outsourced to the pub capital of India-Bangalore.
He was scared with the very idea of being a teetotaler among the drunkards.
and goshhh in Bangalore girls smoked.
He disliked those crowded malls and searched the net for the number of stampedes happening in these malls.
And that sick concept of formal parties where u danced a salsa or a ball dance. All he knew was that uncouth dance he always did with friends which had no rules.
And then that horrible traffic and those cacophonic horns.

But then he set moving.. packing his back pack with his favorite Calvin and Hobbes bundle.and then he also carried his music system along .
..To live his own mundane life in that materialistic world.

-----------------------Thank You for being such a nice reader--------------------

PS: This post ends an era.. be it small. All the post above were written in the same pose,sitting on the same white chair with that same pampering air coming up the IIMK hilltop. Things change because some laws have an exception that they dont have an exception. The law of change.... Good bye and in my words 'pooochi'.

Exams, Clouds, Habits and What is important.

2009-04-01T03:12:00.005+05:30

Lemme come out of the fiction world and talk some blog.

Its April the 1st and 3:31 am in the morning and I still dont feel drowsy.But yes dog-tired I am. Last few days(rather nights) went thru the rigor of exams where the skill was to write all gas where evry answer is right but the one with the best jargons gets highest marks. Ya they teach that here but life is all about surviving on the same gas.Jargons make U fall into that elite group of MBAs(not leaders).
The survival was tuff and demanded me to sleep at 5 am and have that luxurious three hours of sleep. Wow I sound so scary for the people who wanna pursue MBA.Anyway its fun. Trust me.I m a critic I dont speak positives like "U the reader is a fool wasting time reading this".

The first year of MBA passed in a jiffy.I donno how and when. Still when I remember the first day when I entered my room and clouds in my balcony. That was a grand welcome!

and ya I donno how that sense of "I belong" to this place has recently started being cast in me. The second year wud solidify this sense. For sure.

When I take the larger picture I had some achievements(remember I m a critic).
In school we had alternate day exams, in college we had daily and in IIMK we have it twice a day. Thats progress.

But something which remains the same is I always studied the last night before exams.For U Bad habits dont die early.but for me they never die.

In school we had few courses for the entire year. In engineering college twice an year and now in MBA three times an year. Thats progress.

But my marks deteriorated as I tasted this progress but at the end of the day I realize marks r really not important in the long run.

But still I dont know wats important.
......................................................................

Anyway for all fools like me-Happy Fools Day and for smart guys I pity U .Come on atleast have a day named after U smart asses. Thats really important to be recognized.

Wish List

2009-03-29T01:26:00.003+05:30

Hey this is inspired by one of my fren's wishlist.
To be frank I dont have a wish list like I wanna kick some ass before dying.
Probably, I m a mediocre at dreaming too.
Its very tough for me to know wat I want.
As things always happened to me.
Some of them:

1. Arsenal wins the FA cup and Champions league.U will know it lately.
2. Kimi Raikkonen wins the drivers Championship this season.
3. Rafa Nadal wins all 4 grand slams.comeon he deserves it now.(with due respect to Roger Federer)
4. Sachin completes 50 centuries in both his two versions of cricket.(not too distant a dream)
5. Metallica performs in Bangalore(after all Jim Morrison is serving heaven).
6. Get the live earth back to Mumbai.
7. This bloody crisis ends.( done hell of a damage)
8. Salman Rushdie writes yet another scorcher.(Arundhati Roy wrote it lately)
9. Ambumani Ramadoss loses his elections.( a real ass)
10.Bollywood produces some sense.(I watched the movies and forgot them in 2 minutes- earlier than Aamir in Ghajni)

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Dreams materialise.Some dreams cause the structure of benzene ring.Some into aeroplanes.

And 10 of them made me right this.

To all the CHIN lovers

2009-03-27T22:33:00.004+05:30

Everything that began had to end but at the tender age of 27.

YA.CHIN committed suicide in the year 2030.

Her suicide note:

Since, All greats die at the age of 27.

JANIS JOPLIN Died October 4th, 1970
JIM MORRISON died July 3rd, 1971
JIMMY HENDRIX died September 18th, 1970
KURT COBAIN died April 5th, 1994

I was standing all along the watch tower.
then I found my stairway to heaven.I m taking it.
I leave away the piece of my heart.
All apologies for that.

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She was so muddled into rock music and ya we are yet to discover her greatness.

Reviews:Autobiography of an unknown girl

2009-03-22T19:13:00.006+05:30

Note: Before reading this .please read the original post "Autobiography of an unknown girl"

Hi, this is not CHIN but myself who messed it up in the last post. I haven't got such wildest of reviews for any of my other posts and hence the autobiography of an unknown girl is special to me.
Actually I should have limited it to being a biography but I wanted to say it in a words of a 6 year old girl and hence messed it up.

I wanted to convey so many things and also didn't want to bore the readers with a long one. Hence messed it up.

I wanted to talk about Indian cricket craze. The poor sex ratio.the quacks. but most important the education scene where the moral education class is not wat it supposed to be.Hence too many in one messed it up.

The style of writing was too casual and seemed only a drunkard cud write this.
Anyway the best part I wud like to post some of the reviews here::

Ved(IIMK):i din understd the post.read twice.. :( how is it related to sachin n cricket?

Tanu(IIMK): oye...its as outrageous as possible..i mean, wt is that....kitne peg ke baad likha tha??....actually the effect that you are trying to achieve is not coming...see, you this style is hard to get, especially teh efeect that this kind of stories create.so, practise

Utkarsh(ISM):it was down to earth and true..better than criticising the education system with heaviest of words.

pYrO(ISM): ye baat kuch hajam nahi hui ...kya convey karna chahte ho??..ek point hai the pathetic sex ratio in india.but wat is the main point?

Anurag(ISM): sahi to last waaala...nice conflict..fiction par kood gaye...booker leye ke maanoge kaa vikas babu.

nP(ISM) :i don't get it. what i being told ? does generate a flow anyhow. hoping to see more of it, where does CHIN land up eventually.by the way, was it an Autobiography, or a Biography told in first person ?

Chinmayee(Singhania school): These words sound like they belong to an artist. It's one of the most uncomfortably touching piece i've read. Whenever something touches you truly, you want to embrace it... but thats not the case here. There's got to be something more to this... Something I don't know of........

Siddharth(ISM): bhai......pahli baar mein to everything went above my head..........bahut ooocha sochta hai yaar.......lekin yeh sirf darooo k baad hi kyun???

nihit(ISM): its out of human league to comprehend..i guess

So, U understand how dear the post has become to me. I enjoyed writing it more than anything.

Thanks all.Love U.Your reviews have made it much more meaningful.
and ya I am no artist but a messed up,intoxicated person who just tries too many things and also nearly screws up with most of them.But i love this -LIVING on the EDGE thing.

Autobiography of an unknown girl

2009-03-22T15:28:00.003+05:30

Well, to introduce myself, I was born on 1st March 2003.If U people don't remember this date,then to remind U ,it was the day Sachin Tendulkar tormented Pakis in the world cup with his brilliant 97.Hence they call me "CHIN"(sachin minus S and A).I hate this name and find it too stupid.

I have two sisters and no brother and my father is also a lonely brother to 6 sisters. So we have dearth of men at our home but my grandmother says that our family contributes a lot in improving the dilapidated sex ratio of India.

But my father met a doctor shyly because he wants to have a son.But Dr. Patel says that my father has only x chromosome and y chromosome was necessary to produce a male child.My second sister says that Dr. Patel is a quack.

My eldest sister is doing MBA from Indraprastha Institute of Management.She is such an innocent girl that she would never lie or cheat.But she failed in her business ethics paper. I cried a lot that night because I thought she was the most ethical person I knew.

My second sister is studying in class 8th. She is herself a quack like Dr. Patel.She lies and she cheats.But yesterday she called to inform me that she had scored 100 out of 100 in her moral education paper. I cried again because she was the most immoral person I knew.

Don't drink and don't smoke.

2009-03-20T03:58:00.004+05:30

He drank to his liver.
and he smoked to his lungs.
and then the only girl he ever loved
asked him for a dance.
The DJ played "Dil mein baji guitar"
He stumbled to the dance floor and
tried his level best
but he fell and lost his mind
and the last faintest words he cud hear were
"Dude, opportunity knocks only once"

D.A.R.K

2009-03-12T23:42:00.002+05:30

Its gloomy,dark,black and doomed
Placed in a cleft stick.
where head aches
and glances tear u apart.

U dont weep
u dont cry
u dont simper
its all dried up.

Losses and hurt
pains and torture
all is short
of wat I feel right now.

Save my soul dear.
else lemme bleed.
for hell is better and
heaven I dont deserve!!

Three Friends

2009-03-01T19:54:00.006+05:30

There were three friends named 'mypast' , 'mypresent' and 'myfuture'..the relationship amongst them can be eulogized as frenship but they were all on fighting terms...All wanted to prove that they were superior to others and in no way their vendetta for each other was a healthy one..They were also called the Three Musketeers not after the book but because their frens were devout fans of Danny Boyle.

They were of 3 different generations...however their birthdays were the same..'Mypresent' was the most emotional of them...and 'mypast' and 'myfuture' were most of the tym successful in either scaring 'mypresent' or tickling him. but the two were aware that the two were dependent on 'mypresent'..If 'mypresent' died..all died.

Now a piece of their conversation(brawl).

'Mypast': I am the best of U..I played for U - the cricket with one tip one hand rule..I am the proof how U bunked classes.How foolish a toddler U were,how stupid an a child and how dud an adolescent.I remind U how U guys boozed first...I remind U of that football on the roof and how U always watched Shawshank Redemption umpteen number of times with the same passion...

'Myfuture': I amused U the most..How U dream of dating the most beautiful girl..How U dream of owning a BMW..how U hope of sitting in the emirates and drinking in the arsenal pub..I have the power of taking U to the biggest of heights and the kiss the most beautiful of the girls in the world.Thats me--'myfuture'.

'Mypresent' sat in the corner smiling,smirking .Then he had a gulp of the chilled Corona beer and said---" Guys get a break I m gonna pee". The rest two Muskeeters followed!!!

-------------------------------Thank You------------------------

PS- this piece is an outcome of few pints of beer(an excuse for the shit I wrote!!)

oPiniOns

2009-02-24T21:48:00.004+05:30

HEY...been long I wrote sth...but ya got many reviews on my last valentine day post..
One said- Jai Ho!!...
The other offered to be my publisher if I ever wrote a book.
Now The other side of a coin.
One said- U r better than this dude.
A girl- Why do u always have to prove that U r a loser??your sick piece is a testimony of how big U R.

Some r blunt. Some euphemistic. Some r circumlocutory. Some r diplomatic. Some sincere.

Anyway this is a rat race and I thought I was being slow by having no opinion on Slumdog. U see opinions r like assholes-everyone's got one.

SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE

I must say I m proud of that movie for loads of Indian connections to it. Moreover for the triumph of hope and destiny.
I read a politician of our ruling party saying that it was because of some gud governance that slumdog got 8 oscars..HAHA..exactly we have slums because of ur gud governance and without slums--it wud never have been possible dear politician.

RATIO

well this is the sick part of this post. But I wanted to write abt this. I donno wat u guys guessing but --this wud cover the ratio of guys to girls in all institutions I read. Some of the figures are not exact bcoz of my amnesiac memory ..

Institution Boys:girls
School(3-5) 16:5
School(6-10) 32:8
School(11-12) 17:8
college 258:8
post grad 245:20

Anyway this is just to highlight one of the biggest problem India faces apart from slums!!!

Fourteenth of February 2009

2009-02-14T13:15:00.008+05:30

Its valentines day and everything's same except that I resorted to make the day different by listening to love songs only and watching two or three romantic movies..Atleast it wud keep me abreast with wat love is!!!!

The day was different in the sort that the messages I received in the morning were not the usual academic messages(like when's marketing class) ..... Some messages made me realise that I was single(just as my status at Orkut even states).

Valentines day is a day just for a specific section of society---committed,married,gays,lesbians,bisexuals,dreamers,fanatsizers...thats how they have limited love today.Sorry i forgot the day is for another section of people too--the diseased RAM SENA sort.
Quoting Arindhati Roy- "when U define love U limit it" for my love to frens shud be defined on frenship day.DAD on fathers day. and my mom on mothers day and I donno when wud they have a laptop day(because I m now obsessed to my materialistic laptop for it gives me a virtual world of my own).

Oh please dont use that word again--critic..for U always come up with that sick cliche of yours--that i always knew the price of everything and value of none...but I know the value of my laptop ..thats wats going to bring change in my lyf today with some romantic songs in the air and perhaps a romantic flick....See how easy it is to be a self-proclaimed loser!!!

Blogging between exams.

2009-02-12T02:53:00.004+05:30

Well I dont know how I gathered the courage to blog specially when its 3am in the morning and I have two exams lined for tomorrow and to read loads of pages still.

But the best part of this tym is that I am loving listening to songs..The "Stairway to Heaven" never sounded so great(neglect the hype here) !!

I wud explain " U enjoy doing things apart from studies during exams " using the famous diamond-water paradox(See how genius I have become).

To those who dont know this paradox- It says that diamond is costlier than water because of the concept of scarcity of diamond and the greater marginal utility(if u dunno- wiki it)

Hence here the time has gone scarce and the marginal utility has increased. Hence I m loving it.

One of the gtalk status read: Sagar jitna course hai, Nadi bhar hum padte hai, Balti bhar dimaag me jata hai, Mugga bhar likhte hai, Chullu bhar no. ate hai, Jisme dub kar hum mar jate hai!

PS- This blog is to prove that MBA education makes a fool out of U. and all that stupidity comes out during exams when u need to empty your brain to put some other even shittier stuff.

Attention- Still the best is on the way. Pateince dear!!

Scribblings

2009-02-05T17:18:00.002+05:30

Scribbling One

Just two type of people exist in the world.One who is a fan of Roger Federer and the other - fans of Rafael Nadal.

Scribbling Two

Once God said to me
"At the age of 23 U will enter a resort looking place for which millions would aspire and U will be a selected few.And there in your third term you will be tortured and hammered and then you will realise that "All that glitters is not gold"

Scribbling Three

Once Satan said to me
You will meet a Christian who will be a self proclaimed atheist he will question you at every step. He will show you the magic of cinema and books. Though he will teach U far more but people wud call him STI(social transformation of India) professor.

Scribbling Four

In the flash game of copter I have never crossed 2000!!!

Scribbling Five

Orkut sux because it promotes hypocrisy
I met a bitch then checked her profile
She was 100% trusty,100% cool, 100%sexy

Scribbling Six

I got the best example of diversity during my primary education where we used to sit on jute rags and study. Some of my frens have picked up guns and gone into Naxalism while others are searching for petty jobs in local Government organization while some have become army jawaans and one of them just scribbles.

Scribbling Seven

Opposite of sad days are college days.

Scribbling Eight

My advice- TO get something in life you never got, you have to first scribble about it!!

P.A.I.N

2009-02-01T01:05:00.002+05:30

There are time u wanna escape.
there are times u never wanna face.
U feel lonely and u weep.
But others donno who U r.
They seen the brighter side of U...

U want to share but seems no one's there.
U again look around but its all dark.
For now U attribute it to luck.

And ya I m unlucky and crying.
Sobbing.Bored.Loser.Fucked Up.

Desperation!!

2009-01-29T01:36:00.004+05:30

There are very few a times I wished i was a female..and cud put my best pic on orkut/facebook and savour those friendship requests...atleast wudn't be bored of lyf..

Anyway jokes apart..i am happy wat I am atleast for the reason that RAM SENA doesn't have to torture me!!!

I was reading a blog of a girl about the various sorts of frendship request this girl gets..and I wud like to quote from her blog the following request::

"hi this is Shyam Davis(name changed) from mumbai....i am a lawn tennis player and i have played for india in lawn tennis....i also have my amusement centre with video games,video theatre and online gaming...i make 1 lakh a day in my business more in weekends...i have a skoda and a santro...i am soon changing my skoda with a bmw my dream car....i am not saying all this to show off just to let you know that i am well settled and i have a good name in the society...and most of all i am a very nice,sweet.caring,loving,down to earth,humble,cool,classy,happening,funny,open and straight forward person...i happened to see you on facebook...and i felt if i can date you...since we dont know each other lets become friends first and get to know each other well and see if we can date each other...if we happen to date each other trust me i will keep you like a queen and take good care of you better than a mother who takes care of her baby...hope to hear from you soon...take care...if you are married or committed to someone else already please dont reply to this meassage of mine....thank you..."

People cud write all this!!! ..amazing...
and guys u know wat this guy wasn't lying...she googled and yes He played tennis for India in the Under-16 team!

PS: Thanx to Anindita Debnath for her blog(Wily Banter) which has provided the source for this post.

Sex Change of a Guitar

2009-01-25T23:41:00.006+05:30

Earlier: GUITAR WAS A FEMALE.

Guitar was a symbol for love...>Soft romantic songs...Guys used to keep it to the heart and then play the strings...Heart where U keep your woman..

Later:GUITAR IS A MALE.

Hard metal.
Rock.
Death metal.
Its kept far low your hip now..as a weapon.. More of a male.

PS: The above are excerpts taken from one of my marketing lectures.Thanx to Prof Unnithanan.U made life at Term-3 less stupid!!

The Best is on the way!!

2009-01-24T01:19:00.004+05:30

Current Song : With arms wide open which fetched Creed the well-deserved Grammy which they dedicated to Jesus..

My Current Playlist:
Turn the Page:Bob Seger
Free bird:Lynyrd Skynyrd
Alive:PearlJam
These boots are meant for walking:Nancy Sinatra
Blowing in the wind:Bob Dylan
Wild World:Cat Stevens
Bohemian Rhapsody:Queen
Mrs. Robinson:Simon and Garfunkel
Roxanne:The police
Down on the corner: CCR

My Current Mood:
Really fed up of this stinky third term..Boring subjects..Boring profs

Movie I watched today and 3 adjectives for it:
The curious case of Benjamin Button
Adjectives: Lengthy, Hyped,Decent

What I learned today(I got grades):
If we have a regression done between grades and learning the R square would be 0.141267382819.A poor fit.

Compliment I got today(a seldom case)
baap hai yaar tu......!!!!!(Abhinav Goswami)

I missed the most today:
The football session(I slept through it)

Most boring word these days:
Nasty(Thanx to Prof. Pritibhushan Sinha)

Search of the day:
Sigmund Freud (Thanx to Prof.Unnithanan)

The Guy I m expecting a lot from:
Barack Obama

Message for U guys:
The best is yet to arrive..Its left the station and is on way!! Delay due to my foggy mind!! Inconvenience regretted!!

THE MASALA FEST

2009-01-19T01:09:00.003+05:30

hey I m just back from my IIMK fest.. a typical masaalaa fest--where every spice of life U cud see..from Bollywood to Salsa to RATM rock....well it was like any other college fest...so nothing uncomfortable 2 me..and nothing special to have a mention..but just one funny incident.....

We had a contest where we had to put in stalls and people wud b awarded coupons for ur stall and the stall with maximum coupons win the award..It was more where U had 2 show ur entrepreneur skills.... I was a bit involved with a karaoke stall where people cud sing and record their own voices...But the stall was not going fine so the people resolved to unethical means where we promised alcohol and took coupons from them with the promise that if we win ..then booze of the prize money is for sure.

But there were 2 beautiful girls far more fraud than us..They had a stall where they told us about our characteristics just by viewing our handwriting..and people just due to the sheer beauty of the girl went with their handwritings...and I was also one of them...here goes our handwriting expert and me..
Girl---Thru your writing I can see that u already had 2 affairs..
ME--aah exactly with U 2 girls or wat??
Girl--dont joke but this is wat ur handwriting says..
ME--OK wat more does it say??
Girl--U have a passion for electronic items..
ME---wow wat stupid
Girl--U hate kerela
ME-- no way...why wud I hate it?? my place for now..my institute.
Girl--but thats wat your handwriting says.
ME--stop bluffing and tell me the truth that do U really know this handwriting thing or not.
Girl--ya I had done a course on this
ME--I also have done 4 year engineering course and I know nothing of it!!!

A.R.B.I.T

2009-01-15T21:43:00.004+05:30

U know one thing...How do I realise that all's not well with me?? I listen to songs and if I don't love most of them..then I feel all's not well!! and thats wats happening with me.

Its probably more than a week I haunted 'Legends of rock'..might be I have not come to terms with that " all moments cant be spent in LOR "...Might be the large BOSE speakers there are far superior to my Altec Lansing speakers...but it was December 2008 and I loved the music outta my speakers..rather i used to prescribe songs to people and they used to thank me..

I never suffered this disease but I donno how its gripping me...and the disease called "the fear of the future"..I dont know wat the lexicographers call this phobia as... I shud be the last person in India concerned abt it..definitely when I m in IIMs.. but its gripping in me..

I hate writing sad blogs...because I never want to infuse sadness into people..and even when I write for myself I dont want to remind me of this part of me...I love talking to people who talk abt brighter side of life....and wanna talk the same..

Its term-3 ..probably the most stupid term...U have psychos teaching U..whose 75 minutes of class seem fucking 75 hours...few gud people..like Business law guy and Marketing man....but I m hating the other classes....

I quote the Indian economy guy " U know A R Rehman is more recognised now because of the liberalisation of the Indian economy".. wat a crap...u fucking relate everything to your shitty Indian economy...See the Indian hockey scenario ...why dont u related it to liberalisation of Indian economy..U fucking fan of the liberalised economy..Trust me I am not against any globalisation or liberalisation..why shud i?? I gonna earn my bread and butter because of that(if I gonna).. but i hate dragging the simpler things in life into some complicated things...I hate JARGONS which are meant for the esoteric few!!! I dont know when did I realise this that I have a liking for simpler things in life...Simplicity is the most beautiful thing to me.

When all's not well ..I dont blog even....
but today I blogged because everything in life is not vice-versa..

Satyam----I am connected

2009-01-10T01:08:00.004+05:30

Today I always thought to write about Satyam..

In many ways I am related to Satyam Computers the company which is seeing the bad phase rather a very bad one.
When I finished my engineering and when each company denied me..it was Satyam which came to my rescue and gave relief,smiles...Had it not been IIMK it wud definitely been Satyam...

My frens are working at Satyam and when they feel the heat ..some radiates even here specially when u enjoyed your last gud moments with them..

Satyam has become a butt of laughter and jokes are being written abt it...Satyam fraud is termed as Enron of India...In the ethics class where cases of Enron and Arthur Anderson is taught with a malice towards these organizations and when such a matter arises abt Satyam it hurts ..for the connection I have with it.

The employees are the people most severely hurt for no rhyme and reason..the maximum no. of employees I know of any company is that from Satyam..and to inform U my last liaison(which ended) with any girl was that with a girl from Satyam...I cant even call to pacify her now..Anyway I care more for my frens which have been impacted and am sure nothing wud happen.... Always said " The form is temporary but the class is permanent"...Its just a bad phase..

Anyway Satyam gave me many smiles ....I hate to see wats happening to it!!

Sledging...wat the hell..

2009-01-08T02:03:00.003+05:30

Just now finished with an yet another movie--BARAN.. Its an Iranian movie by Majid Majidi....
All i was reminded was my sociology prof who always said us not to rate movies...i can understand that a bit now....
All I can say was that I was glued to the movie and enjoyed it...

Next ,though I shudn't share this IIMK insiders but I feel like doing it...because I am in a confused state whether to call it stupidity or passion....
but the situation goes that today we had a meeting in one of the classrooms where sledging was practised for IIMB guys who gonna come this friday for sports meet...
AAH so much for sledging ...wish we had practised sports with that passion..
anyway a total different experience....
I remember cheering and those slogans for OG but IIMK its gonna b dirty..

anyway lets njoy and trust me I m not having fun these days..the feel is missing.

Pretend...for heaven's sake

2009-01-07T01:32:00.003+05:30

All those in gud mood please dont read this blog....as this happens to one of my sad posts as goes my mood..subjugated...vanquished....discomfited..

MY advice to me---Pretend ...pretend to work even u dont work...look fucking busy...people wud respect U ....bcoz u r one of those workaholics..u pretend to fall short of those 24 hours to U....u have dark spots beneath your eyes....U never smile...u talk work....U r pot-bellied bcoz u worked and ur work was sedentary....and the world will respect U must....

Today I felt like a fucking loser because an ass who pretended smacked my ass up..and other damn asses supported him bcoz I cudn't pretend to work..

I always wanted to take the positives of this world...an ideal place where there is respect for each other...but this world is a balance between satans and gud people..I dunno when I acted a satan..but today I suffered bcoz of one...Learn beta learn....learn the art of diplomacy..learn the art of soft talking..

I m sorry I had to write this....but I always said I write for none but me...and this is to remind myself that I m no super-human!!!!

Tequila Shots

2009-01-05T22:47:00.002+05:30

I cudn't have searched for a better title to start this year.....

Well I was on a long break-----where minds and hearts were not supposed 2 work...

The clock ticked to 12 on the first day of the year with tequila shots in hand..
and probably when people were busy making resolutions..our minds were numb...

Then we exchanged new year wishes and there were so many calls ..that we said things to the people actually meant for other people....

Today I m in no mood to write...ya moody I am..

Will definitely write more later..

2008: YEARLY REPORT

2008-12-24T10:19:00.004+05:30

Hey.......

This is my last post this year as this happens to be the last active day of my life this year as for next week I turn passive...The next week I will b marooned with some of my frens..brain dead..in complete peace with ourselves!!

I wud love to end it all in a capitalistic way presenting U the yearly report as if I was an organization..and myself a self claimed leader of my organization... at least my soul. So ladies and gentleman I ,the self acclaimed CEO of my inner self present to U the much awaited- yearly report 2008.

Introduction

Year 2008 was an year which brought abt a quantum change in my life..It broadened some of my perspectives to see the vast world and trust me I am left much more confused than I was an year b4.

IIM Kozhikode

One of the most important shift rather a paradigm shift was that from my under-graduation to post-graduation. IIMK happened to me at the very right jucnture of my life and me getting in was like a dream run. The doors opened at very right end when I always lost it.
There are many things I learned from IIMK. One was to be more confident while facing the world, probably that was because U have an added advantage.a tag.a brand name of IIMs.. Personally I am of the opinion that IIMs are a bit more highly rated institutions and people expect a lot from the people here than they shud.(See how well I am shirking off my responsibilities)
Another thing I learned apart from the textbooks is to sleep less(aaaaaargh). U really miss a lot of things by sleeping- even the fun part.
U learn to be vigilant, U learn to be loud , u learn to adapt but the best thing I learned here was that a good job is not necessarily a good career. and dear for heavens sake vie for a gud career not a gud job.

GRADUATION

Probably graduation day happens to be the most glamorous day of one's lyf...It sounds so gud to have a graduate tag attached.I too had my share when I graduated from ISM Dhanbad in May 2008. Probably the fun I had in that institution, I wud never ever have that again and I cant even imagine of repeating such days now. It gave me some of the most remarkable people I ever met in my life. I learnt a lot of the mysteries of life from them and how 2 smile even at the end of the tunnel. ISM has given me a lot of memories and they will always be handy whenever I need any damn emotions to pacify me.

JAN 1, 2008

Does it sound like the first day of this year. Ya I mentioning it because everything that ends had a beginning. I remember being in Calcutta with Fosters in my hand and we in our own free worlds with frens around when clocked ticked midnight and that was how it all began. The best part of that journey was each of us wanted to have fun in CAL and our idea of fun revolved around having a bunch of girls with us. We just went away planning how to approach girls but no one dared ever to bell a girl.

Terror, Deaths , Poverty, Crisis

2008 had its own share of tragedies and in many ways it had an impact in my lyf. The terror strikes in Mumbai kept me awake for the whole night..rather the sleeplessness caused by it is still there.
For me the solution lies in the problem and in the words of one of the terrorist whose conversation "India TV" broadcast that tragic night.
"You're surrounded," the anchor told him. "You are definitely going to die. Why don't you surrender?"
"We die every day," he replied . "It's better to live one day as a lion and then die this way." Yes he was talking about the demolition of the Babri Masjid in 1992, the genocidal slaughter of Muslims in Gujarat in 2002, the brutal repression in Kashmir.

Crisis hit the world this year and swept lots of money with it.lots of jobs as well.The law of lyf obeyed itself even in the economic world when the ride turned to the lower end of the roller coaster.Colors turned red when stocks market went down and growth went negative. Colors turned pink when pink slips were graciously given.

BLOGGING

Perhaps I wrote my heart out this year with no constraints except for an inferiority complex which struck me in midst when i read some awsome blogs by some most talented people I ever read. But thankfully some praises and some pep talks overcame that all. I loved writing and trust me I wrote for myself and I am happy that I wrote it all.

CONCLUSION

Year 2008 was just not a passing a year but an year to remember. An year where I transformed I dunno how much. and this part of my lyf is called " CHANGE ".