Shit happens

The main exam being a fortnight away, this practice test was supposed to calm down a few nerves, but for Chris, it dint quite turn out to have such a positive effect. At the end of it all, he was more unnerved than ever. Picture this. He’s alright for about the first 15 minutes into the paper, when his mind has this sudden flash out of nowhere. “I know this is’nt the best time to tell you this, with you having enough troubles already, but I have started to like you. May be that’s why it’s getting tougher missing you. I know this isn’t right, I’ll get back to normal, just gimme some time. As a matter of fact just forget I even said this”.

All this thinking going on in his head, in the middle of the exam.Wtf! Chris feverishly hopes nothing like this happens on the D-day! IMAGINE! “Have I really started to like her that way? I am not sure myself. But even if I do, should she know of this? Put yourself in her her shoes…Aaaah! Cant analyse anymore, I give up. Will stay quiet no matter what! Time heals………lets see if I move from this ‘uncertainty’ to a ‘certain certainty’. Such a big influence? Should one be influenced so much by one person?” - Well! That’s life – a bundle of unanswered questions.

Wouldn’t you be ready to give anything, I mean absolutely everything, if you were told that you would get your answers to those few unanswered questions in return. “Is being a hypocrite immoral, or just a societal conditioning of a person which needs to be accepted ?” , "Why isnt Seinfeld as popular as F.R.I.E.N.DS despite being a class apart" , "Why do gals fall for dumb guys (almost exclusively)?" , "How's my hair-do right now? (very very imp) " , “Why is the grass always greener on every side other than ours?” , " (A new addition to Murphy's laws) - No matter what happens in the world outside, it happens to screw you ---> Why does this law apply itself on me all the time :(( " , “Am I a success or not?” …………………an unending string of questions which manage to linger around in our heads waiting to get answered.

Current Mood: Evil
Current Music: Precious Illusions - Alanis Morriesette

If you think I am gonna be talkin about the pre-exam blues which each one of us face, or our futile attempts at guessing the supposed paper pattern/expected questions, nopes, I aint gonna bore your brains with such stuff. There are more pressing matters which for some reasons have always remained unmentioned. This post is an attempt to put forth some of the unusually regular quandaries which an exam-given runs into on the D-day.

‘The diet’ - Very very crucial. Most of us, aware, that eating some junk before the big day can only but ruin the already slim chances of succeeding, end up eating really less, also the safest stuff possible (which in my case is just a can of milk). Well, if you happen to belong to this category, then you would know that the ‘tummy’ begins to growl asking for something more filling right in the middle of the exam. The paper seems a lesser and “easier to conquer” menace when compared to appeasing the demands of the holy “Lord Belly”. And If you are the “exam day-junk food/any food” eating variety, then you must be really lucky for not having had a rough-belly-exam day till now.



‘The Ride’ - God creates a lot of hurdles en-route from home to the exam hall ensuring that we stumble at least at one of them, enabling us to take our minds off the exam for a while, and get tensed about the problem at hand and worry to death as to whether we’ll be able to write the exam at all ! The Bus failure, the fight with the auto-driver who happens to take you through a little more circuitous route than the usual, the forgotten bus-pass, the ‘blessed hall ticket’ which takes off from your pocket and sails through the window while you are busy searching for your bus pass, stumbling on beggar while running after the hall ticket, (the bloody driver of )the Maruti van which transfers a lot of the mud-puddle’s contents onto your jeans, the next auto-driver who doesn’t have the adequate change/chiller and the policeman outside the exam center who doesn’t believe even a bit of your story !



‘Sweet Lullaby’ – A song by ‘Deep Forest’, which you happened to hear while mugging up some formulae in the morning, manages to linger in your head through all this madness thus far. What’s more, it stays stuck in the head all through the exam, thereby making the event of doing the paper ‘well’ improbable. Not to mention the strands of hair that fall right on the question-paper while you constantly try and pull your head (with both hands) apart trying to throw this song out.


Oh!.......Pretty woman – While searching for the bench allocated to your number, you happen to have a glance at this pretty pretty female sitting right in the front row. “Why dont such pretty people even venture anywhere near my college” is the first thought that flashes. Disaster strikes when you go and ask her(with a broad smile) about your bench’s location and she replies in this awfully croaky, loud and anti-flirtatious tone. “Glad that such people never venture anywhere near my college”, is the first thought that flashes.


Cupid strikes!!! - you figure your location, take a look around and see that the seating arrangement is two-in a bench, get seated and pray that the other person doesn’t come for the exam (a full bench to yourself is the ultimate luxury during an exam). Then, you see this mystically beautiful ‘Damsel in Distress’ (DD) rush into the room trying to figure where she has to sit. The whole class have their eyes on her, even the geeky nerds were eyeballing her through their +7 sighted spectacles. Cupid strikes, hits four love arrows in your butt making you numb to all the exam hysteria. “Love at first sight” seems an understatement. “truly, madly deeply” may be able to justify the extent of the effect of Cupid’s artillery. And what’s more, she comes and sits right next to you, giving you the ‘hi’ with a smile while all you are doing is staring at her with the jaws wide open.


Memory ‘magic’ :o – From then on, it’s downhill. Serendipity, but at such an awkward time !!!! .Cant help but have a look at the angel every once in a while, a question seems confusing, take a look at her and then get back to it and remain confused, this cycle repeating every couple of minutes. “Deep Forest” doesn’t seem to leave you alone, this attractive femme making matters worse. A question on probability gets you so transfixed that the question itself begins to talk to you, tells you “Go and talk to her, tell her how you feel, exams are here to stay, but this girl will not come back. Decide for yourself, your future is in your hands”. The mind goes all crazy, and efforts to get back to sanity by pulling your hair are frowned upon by DD. You realize the importance of buying two pens/pencils before an exam when she asks “Do you have an extra pencil” and you gladly give her one with a grin and an extended look at her.

The beginning of the end - The exam time ends, and predictably, you’ve ended on the ‘screwed-up” side of the population. DD seems pretty happy with her performance, gives you a rising smile and starts making conversation. “Wow, this is my chance”, is the first thought that flashes, and you begin talking. The both of you are almost out of the exam center when a hunk on his bike comes out of nowhere and shouts “Kavita…”, to which DD responds with an enthusiastic ‘hiiiiiii!!!!!’. “Kavita, hmmm, sweet name”, is the first thought that flashes. “Hey, have to go, was nice talking to you, here’s my email id, keep in touch” and hands you a small slip. As you see her slowly disappearing from sight, the first thought that flashes – “ was that her boyfriend? Do I have a chance?” . “Then again, such pretty girls are never free, you should be foolish to not realize that dumbo !!!” is the second thought that flashes.

‘The ride back’ – “Dejection”,one word to sum up the ride back home. What makes the ride worse is if you happen to meet some of your colleagues who have given the same paper and they begin asking “how was your paper dude?” Anyone who has done miserably would not want to talk about the paper, it’s only those who want to boast of their good performance that brag about how easy the paper was making life hell for the other people who would prefer to stay mum and rout internally in their misery.



‘The Sympathy vote’ : Once at home, the moment you declare that your paper dint go well, there’s this barrage of sympathy-oozing comforting statements from all directions, makes you wanna run away to some distant desert and never return again.

If the exam itself wasn’t tough enough, we exam-givers have to go through all these quandaries as well….oh God, hope you are listening(praying with joined hands)


Current Mood: Cheerful
Current Music: Cut off - Kasabian

May-be or may-be not,

do all of us think a lot ?

 

There are people we think of,

whom we like and cant seem to get our mind off.

Oh why is it so hard ?

Can an angel come down and answer this question. 

 

May-be or may-be not,

do all of us think a lot ?

 

It’s the same image that hovers,

Wherever, be it the mall, the disco or the couch.

This one question which never disappears

“Do they ever think of us, as much?”

 

May-be or may-be not,

do all of us think a lot ?

 

Looking for endless ways to please them,

Searching for as many excuses

to get a chance to do something for them,

Always wanting to be there for them.

 

May-be or may-be not,

do all of us think a lot ?

 

Then again, there are people we think of,

who like us and there’s a need to reciprocate.

There’s a need to be sane all the time,

Walking on thin ice is’nt everyone’s forte!

 

Doing everything in one’s power to make ends meet,

To bridge the gaps, to learn to give and take.

To steer this ship we call our mind,

away from troubled waters and keeping it near sanity.

 

I never thought it’d be like this,

I never thought it’d be so hard,

I never thought if i would do things better

If I was given another chance!

 

Is it just that I think a lot?

Naah! We all do, don’t we?  :)  

Current Mood: Confused
Current Music: All that she wants - Ace of Base

Does she know that he thinks of her all the while? He wonders if she does think about him as much as he thinks about her ! He always goes overboard trying to make himself available for her.

 

Isit right for a person to change so much for another person? Let that other person be anyone, not necessarily a friend or a love interest. If one changes oneself, one is not what one was earlier, in essence , one is losing some ‘elan-vital’ while also gaining some other variety of the same; but there is a marked change in the total composition of the being.

 

But isn’t change the only thing/phenomenon that is constant in this world? Then why shouldn’t he change? The reluctance to change may be natural, but a  justification is what he fears, because the reason that may pop out after introspection may be what he doesn’t want it to be……..

Current Mood: Confused
Current Music: Serene Silence

Why is it that every thing is either wrong or right ? Isn’t there an answer which can be in between them? An uncertain ‘may be’ does lie between them, but that somehow is too ambiguous and is extremely subjective. Why should there be just two sides to each coin (figuratively)? What puts me at loggerheads with myself is the time taken to move from this uncertainty to a plausible certainty. All that time, the mind goes through a whirlwind of stuff without knowing which way to go because every way seems hazy and unclear. Ambivalence is something I aint good at dealing with, something that has been toying with me all my life.

Current Mood: Confused
Current Music: The Scientist - Coldplay

This time around, the reason for me gettin confused is, why did i write the previous post? and why did i write it the way i did?  

Current Mood: Dumb
Current Music: Ice Ice baby - Vanil Ice

I’m all bubbly, filled with excitement; it’s my first train journey. Get into the wagon merrily with my buddies, we settle in a cool deck close to the “pantry car”. The train begins and we’re giving high-five’s and thumbs up’s to each other (literally :P ) all in a jocund mood, no one except me notices a queer looking pantry staff man spying on us from a  distance. He gets a stiff stare from me, nevertheless continues to look intently at us as if his life depended on it. I get back to having fun singing and dancing ignoring that fella. After sometime, I see that guy talking to someone. WAIT a minute, I know the guy he’s talking to, that’s Donnie there! I had seen him once in the supermarket, a friend of mine who was right next to me then had told me that Donnie was a funny guy and his blogs were quite good. What is Donnie doing talking to this fellow? I see Donnie giving the guy some money, something’s wrong here. The both of them come charging towards our group. In an attempt to begin a  conversation, I say “Hi Donnie!”.

 

He doesn’t respond, on the contrary, grabs hold of my neck, pulls me out of the huddle and yells “PERFECT!!!”.

 

He drags me all along the pantry car holding my neck ever so tightly all along. Why is he doing this to me? I try to break free but he’s too powerful. I  want to scream but I am all choked up, no words coming out of my mouth. Why isn’t anyone helping me? Can’t they hear my cries?

 

After we reach the end of the wagon, he relaxes his hold on my neck. I open my mouth to shout at him when, with a sudden jolt I feel drained. Begin feeling weak, am in a daze. Hear Donnie saying - “Life’s a bitch! Why can’t I get her out of my head? I want to move on but that’ll never happen! Why, because I am screwed, that’s why. Why can’t she like me like I like her?”

 

Saying all this to himself, he looks at me, and before I know it, I feel even more drained. Have no strength left to speak. What’s he doing to me? Never felt so weak and weightless all my life! Donnie grabs my neck tightly, screams “Fuck YOU !!” and pushes me off the train! Here I lie, wounded in the bushes along side the track.

 

Who am I ? I am your regular MIRINDA 500 ml Pet jar :)

Current Mood: Screwed
Current Music: Tap the Bottle - Young Black Teenager

                                  

Stuff that happens to you when you are broke.

 

1. Whenever you meet anyone you know , you’ll visualize them as a big bunch of green dollar bills ( you think of dollars and not rupees coz it somehow sounds cooler – the U.S effect )
2. You become an ‘expert Scanner’, swim through all your draws for the oh-so valuable ‘chiller’ that’s left in ‘em.
3. Hair needs a wash, shampoo needed big time. So, gather all the chiller you can possibly see, go to the store only to find that you have fallen short by just one rupee, your favorite brand seems so out of reach now. Can actually see it waving you good bye from the shelves. Settle for a third rate brand which has the picture of a girl with slices of lemon and mint on her head, MAN !!! The worst part is when you open it and it starts smelling like Mango!
4. So wish the talk-time on your cell could be converted back to cash.(Wondering how the money for a phone recharge - that’s another BIG story all together)
5. Every meal of the day requires pre-planning, search for a Source or Scan for chiller :( 
6. Start praying that you win one of those online lotteries, wanna try your hand at double-struck, but even that guy wont accept ‘chiller’ :P
7. Start using detergent sparingly ( ditto of Kamal Hassan in ‘Pushpak’ – soap water only for the underarm sections of the shirt )
8. Your debts with the newspaper guy reach new heights. So much so that he wants you to work under him now, throwing newspapers @ 6 AM daily.
9. Your gal wants to meet you tomorrow, is expecting a treat from you and here you are all broke, sitting on and watching a pirated CD of ‘Broke back Mountain’.

 

Luck seems to have deserted some of us, it’s like Ganguly’s sweet timing, existed once upon a time, is’nt visible anymore.

 

 

Current Mood: Itching For One
Current Music: Paradise city - Guns n Roses

Chris is in a fix. He knows that Ben smokes, smokes a lot. Now Ben happens to be his best friend Ken’s younger bro. It comes as a shock to him, coz all through school and college, Ben was the most ‘seedha saadha’ chap who had no world outside books. An ideal ‘mamma’s pet boy’ so to say. Now he’s turned into this punk with huge hair, pierced ears and now the smoking bit as well.

 

A deep plunge into the grey pool - “Should I let Ken know of this. I think I should. No, wait, would’nt that be interfering with Ben’s life, giving him unnecessary problems. Wait, smoking is bad, he has to get rid of the habit. Who the fuck are you to decide what’s good or bad for him, you cant decide things for your own self, only then should you think about sorting other’s issues. Let things go on as they are , there is no need for Ken to know, if he has to know, he will know about it some other way eventually. Why should I be the guy who  disrupts a seemingly peaceful bro-bro relation. Knowing Ken, he’ll blow Ben’s brains out once he gets to know of this. I really don’t want to be the reason behind the battle that’ll unfold. As it is, all of us have our own fair share of problems to deal with, why to increase someone’s headaches by interfering, better remain silent let stuff go on as usual. But wont that be like lying. Who’s to decide what’s a lie and what’s not, everything’s relative. And because you don’t know what the truth is, even great philosophers haven’t been able to arrive at the Truth as yet, so there is no base to compare a lie with, coz no one knows what the Truth is. And a lie has to be told, some stuff has to be uttered to make a lie, if you remain silent, what have you uttered to call it a lie? ”

 

A Voice from the dark abyss  -

Is not letting the truth out the same as lying. Or is it even worse? I know for sure it doesn’t feel better.

Current Mood: Angry
Current Music: Paathshaala - RDB

Chris and his buddies decide on a weekend that they have to eat pizzas. No other substitute can satisfy their hunger. Their requirement is plain and simple - plenty of pizzas, loads of 'em, plenty of soup and salads to go along with, not to forget the oh-so-tasty garlic bread. There's just one joint in town which can cater to such hungry pizza-mongers and that joint is U.S pizza. Unlimited pizzas along with an infinite supply of all the stuff mentioned above, it's a paradise for young guns, who want to push their eatable limits, who bet on the number of slices, teh number of garlic breads, the soups and finally the ice creams as well.

Well, Chris unwillingly sees himself being a part of a bet. It's a group bet actually, two groups, of 3 each, have to beat the other in the total number of pizzas eaten, the soups and Pepsi's used to get 'em down are also taken into consideration :) .

 They enter the place, full of enthu, get seated, the waiter gives 'em the menu with 20 pages. Steve closes it right away and says "please get us six unlimited pizza combo's with a pitcher coke each." they begin guzzling down the coke and pepsi, begin talking about the dope session they had a week ago and how they had guzzled gallons of beer then ;) The Dangerous GAME has just begun ..hahahaaaa

The waiter whoz supposed to cater to their table is shocked, dumbstruck to see these people hogging away and asking for more and more.  The chap was so overly polite initially, addressing each one of these guys as 'Sir', slowly starts to show signs of irritability, coz lets face it, he would not have made so many trips to a single table for any group of eaters. there is a time when he also begins to avoid them, like a girlfriend does when her guy bugs her and she gets all touchy, senti and begins to avoid him.

How many ever 'Excuse Me' calls they made, that guy would just not listen, but when Chris started hitting the plates with spoons, with Steve going one step further by calling and lecturing the manager about the bad service being given, the waiter had no chioce but to return to our table.

"Pizza Wars - The Return of the Waiter" hehehe

 The guy comes with the "ninth round" of pizza slices, along with a  couple of bowls of soup for Chris and Steve, the rival team leaders who have another Soup-bet intertwined in this Big game. With neither side seeming to quit, the waiter's workout continues. The slices , the breads all keep flowing in, empty plates leaving the table at light speed.

The battle ends, but without a winner. The owner of the joint comes and announces that the place is closing down, and that no more food would be served hence forth. This was the only way to chuck these guys outta that place. Chris, holds his tummy, loosens his pants till the publicly - non - visible limit is reached, the same is the case with all others. Chris wins the soup-bet, with an amazing 8 bowls of soup, compared to steve’s 5 ….so his side wins, at least technically ;)

Slowly and steadily, they get outta tht place,still full upto the brim, head back to the pavillion. It's after this trip that Chris sits down in front of his comp, and blogs down this stuff on fullhyd ;)

 

 

 

Current Mood: Triumphant
Current Music: Wise men - James Blunt

Here ‘s the deal. The girl you like, so much so that you spent sleepless nights over preparing lines to say to her whenever you meet her the next time. No,  these lines are not the special proposal lines or the cuddly wuddly flirty lines, but the absolutely normal non-reasoning-conversation-builder lines, because you stutter and your mind goes blank when you see her. Writing stuff down and memorizing them, just so that when you meet her next, you make the conversation worthwhile, because you hardly get to meet her c/o your hectic schedule. Never did you prepare so much even for the toughest of your examinations, you may never have encountered exam fear, but this is nothing like that. The “damsel in front - inability to yap” syndrome is not so uncommon, but the way you handle it is like the most peculiar way in which it will ever be handled :P . You like her beyond reason, want to see her smile, want her to give you some attention and all the exam preparation is in view of passing this “All Clear Test”. The test is called so, because if you pass the test, you are given the “all clear” signal to fly in the skies of infinite bliss and happiness, unaware of anything else going on with the world.

 

But this test is far more complicated than you think it is. Any exam will have a certain timing, a fixed paper pattern, previous year’s papers (they are a BIG help ;)  )  but here, there’s no clue as to when the test will start, you can call it a POP-test, coz the ‘femme fatale’ can POP up right in front of you at any moment. Forget about the fixed paper pattern, as for the previous year’s papers, haven’t found others who have written this test before (earnestly hope someone who reads this actually has taken it , plzzzzzz ).

 

 So, you sleep at day break, wake up at sunset , have a headache coz of the irregular and excess sleep, rush to the mess to get some coffee to clear all the clogs in the head. You pay for the coffee at the counter, take the cup of hot brew-aroma spewing Nescafe and turn around to see HER. She’s right in front, so close in fact that you start shivering. A sip from the Styrofoam cup would have helped to calm the nerves a little, but she gives you no time.

 

She : What do I do to get my passport made? I want to write GRE in September, what all should I do to get my passport made?

 

You : uhhh…..hmmmm…..a passport ? hmmmm….uhhhh

 

She : jaldi bathao naaa…..

 

You keep scratching your head, trying to search for answers which don’t seem to come out, coz no part of the brain is working. You try to think of the various memorized lines and see whether any one fits the bill in this situation, but you get bowled. There’s no solution.

And then you blurt out – India ke bahaar jaana khai kya ?

 

She : Obviously, what an answer. Now tell me will you help me in getting my PP made?

 

You : I …..I…..I……don’t know anything about it…….ummmmm, I….I….may not be of much help……..u know……….

                                                     

In the meantime, a friend of yours and hers comes by, he’s the guy with all the answers always. She catches hold of him and tells him about the PP issue.

 

The Friend : I am getting late to a meeting, but if you are ready to walk along with me uptil there, I can tell you the whole thingy in a  precise and concise fashion. (What a loser, who talks like this.You are bloody angry with him, but as usual, stay silent)

 

She : Chalo, I have no other work anyway, will walk along with you. ‘Choooo chweet’ of you to help me. come lets go, you’ll get late otherwise. ( Damn, you hate it so much when someone else gets that kinda mushy praise,  so wish it were you who'd be gettin that)

 

You : ummm…..uhhh………bye……… (did she even hear this ? )

 

And there you are, all cold, be it the coffee, or the mind, all gone numb. There she goes away again, leaving you pondering over what is it that should happen to make things work…..as usual, nothing comes to mind, you order another coffee and say “Life goes on”…………..

 

 

Hal ticket Number - IC – 302

 

POP-test no : 1038

 

Result : FAILED – This student should be put under probation and a special award has to be given to him because  his outstanding score has been recorded in the “All time lowest scorers Hall of Fame”.

Current Mood: Angry
Current Music: Dream Lover -Lobo

 

Jack : Stop this buddy, you can’t keep going on like this. There is a limit for everything.

 

Chris : I really don’t know what to do, the same image, keeps flashing in my mind again and again, day after day. Those words keep ringing in my head. Her voice, mesmerizing, certainly did have a zing in it. Addictive? Yeah that’s the word.

 

Jack : You are a fucking gone case, a bloody retard, what has she done to you? Where is the Chris I knew, the level headed, totally under-control, master of his domain kinda guy. Where’s the Chris who used to live in the present, who never wondered, day dreamed, got lost in his thoughts, never found time outside his busy schedule to get himself into this mess.

 

Chris : You call this a mess, certainly not. I may have stopped living in the present, but I certainly am experiencing something new, an emotion, a feeling that I haven’t had time throughout my life, to give a form, a meaning in my head, a manifestation; was too pre occupied with other stuff.

 

Jack : You tend to forget the fact that you don’t live just for yourself, you have others to think of, the ones who care about you, you need to be living in the present for their sake at least, if not for yours. Your achievements in the present, are what will make them happy, and in turn will surely give u a lot of peace of mind.

 

Chris : You think I don’t know all that. Go suck a lemon. It’s just that even though I am aware, nowadays, it’s just simply too easy to get lost. I never know when I get into one of those ‘thought portals’ and when I snap out of them. And to tell you the truth, I don’t mind getting lost in her thoughts, they make me happy, bring a little cheer to the gloomy me, even though momentarily, but I really like those moments. And what do I lose by getting lost, is it really that bad; one should live life to the fullest, so live it the way you like it.

 

Jack : That is where you have become individualistic again, not remembering that you are a  part of an intricate social fabric made of your family,  friends and well wishers and the way you live somehow does affect the nature, the structure of this fabric.

 

 

Chris : I cant explain, I really cant. How was it so easy for you to Let Go and get back to the present and why am I still hovering ‘n pondering over the times bygone. We were so similar back in school. Remember, I’d see a girl and tell you that I like her only to know you had already fallen for the same girl that very instant. But now, we ‘re  so changed. It’s easy for you to say that I need to snap out of this, but it’s something I don’t want to snap out of, believe me. I may sound irrational, but it’s not just the brain that’s talking here, it’s coming from a different place.

 

Jack : You think I haven’t met her. You too were there when I met her the first time, only difference being that you were just physically present, playing the ‘Lost Fucker’ role to perfection. Get real dude, try to have an aim in life, we just–ex-teens waver so fucking much that it’s hard to tell what we’ll do next. Who knows, you may grow out of this ‘Lost in Translation’ phase of yours right now.

 

Chris : I dunno if I will, but certainly wont give it a conscious try though. I know I miss out on stuff going on while I am in my own world, but it’s worth the miss.

 

Jack : You don’t even let her know of what’s going on within this puny little head of yours, then what’s the point of all this.

 

Chris : My point is, should there be a point in the first place, why is everything so objective, why should everything have a purpose? Cant I just say that I wanted to do it because of instinct, plain and pure gut feeling, no strings attached.

 

Here’s where Steve comes into picture. Chris and Jack are the same person Steve, who’s trying his level best to remain sane, listening to both these people. With such internal conflicts, Steve certainly has a tough job on his hands, doesn’t he :)

Current Mood: Thoughtful
Current Music: I Cant explain - The Ultimate Collection

I'm gonna get my hands on dope..ya tht's right, dope, for a guy who isnt even a ciggy smoker, dis is a big milestone ;) The stage is set

time : midnight
venue : secret :P
menu : dope, dope and more dope..........




Current Mood: Amazed
Current Music: Enya - paint the sky with stars

Chris, the hunk on his way to the dungeon people call a lecture hall, realises he's late. Enters in through the back door,sits on a squeaky bench which attracts undue attention."Why me, why do i always get the squeaky ones??" , he wonders. As usual, he isn’t able to make head or tail of the lecture, seems LOST. He tries to stay awake with all the strength left in him.Looks at his watch, scratches his head, gives his neck some workout, stretches his legs, sends his friend an SMS and looks at his watch again only to find that one ONE single minute has passed since the last time he’d seen it. The professor seems to go on and on endlessly, Chris is clinging on to dear life, trying to stay awake and come through this ordeal Alive!

Then suddenly he gets a reason to stay awake - A girl sitting just behind him, in the next row, coughs. He’s got a mission now, to find out “Who’s that girl ?”. Thinks for while, cant turn right back as it would make him look silly, so realizes that he needs to accomplish the task with the limited neck-rotation range. Time’s not a problem, it never is when you are in a lecture hall, coz the clock just stops ticking :) Now starts to think of ways, gets very weird ideas. Takes his left wrist (he sports a watch on his left hand) close to his face and starts tilting it in such a way that the reflection of the glass frame zeroes in on her. But does take care that he doesn’t make his viewing efforts obvious to the girl behind. The watch rotation strategy works, but only partially, the IMAGE is’nt clear, it’s all blurry. All he could make out of it was that it was a fair female with long hair…..”hmmm, that reduces the list of suspects ;) “ he thinks., that’s coz many of the gals in his class are of the bob cut/mushroom cut variety.

Ponders for a while , hears her cough again, so is even more eager to solve the mystery, listens to the prof for a while (courtesy sake :P) as he is still on the lookout for a way. Sees the guy in front has a pair of sunglasses (the reflective kind) in his bag. Do anything to stay awake and not listen to the lecture ,that's always been his motto. He takes the glasses out, and thinks “aah, this will do the trick, these shades will gimme a picture of the princess sitting behind…”. So engrossed is he in his musings that he doesn’t notice the professor standing next to him all this while.

Prof : GET UP !!

(Chris does slowly , with the squeaking chair making his rise even more dramatic :P)

Prof: What are you trying to do?

Chris thinks “Should I tell him hehe? He’ll commit suicide if he knows the scant attention I am paying to his lecture, being busy on a girl quest instead…..hahaha, I’ll remain silent”.

Prof : Please leave the class.

Chris bends to take his books, then turns around to leave from the back door. Manages to steal a glance at the female behind, whom he was trying to figure out for all this while. Turns out that it was Reggie….Oh so beautiful Reggie! He had a liking from the time he had joined college. Gets a big smile from her and walks out like a victorious warrior :) “Mission accomplished and done with the lecture too!” he muses as he walks out. What made it still magical was the killer smile she gave passes at him in the end. Begins to wonder “ May be she did notice all my efforts, may be she does want me to notice her…Naah! Be the pessimist you are, just stay away, you cant take girls! …. But that one smile has made my day”.

Footnote :
Remembered this SMS that I got off late.

Barkha Dutt(the NDTV interviewer) ask some boys,

Q. What do you guys do to get a girl’s attention?
Ans: We have to ride bikes, learn to play the guitar and drums, get our hair streaked, get muscular going to gyms, follow them like dogs….Damn , the list is too long, and embarrassing too :P.

She asks a group of girls ,
Q; What do you girls do to get a guy’s attention?
Ans: Just smile once and he’s all yours :)



Current Mood: Cheerful
Current Music: The paleolithic khaitan FAN and my roomie snoring

Has this kinda thing ever happened to you, when there’s a bundle of things that you wanna say but nothing comes out. Thoughts get blocked, jammed somewhere in all the traffic that’s there inside your puny little head.

Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There is vomit on his sweater already
Moms forgettin' he's nervous
But on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's choking, how? Everybody's jokin' now
The clock's run out, time's up, over BLOW!


These are some lines from Eminem’s song from “8 Mile” titled “Lose Yourself”. The rapper in the song chokes in a rap competition and bows out.

Random, connected, nostalgic, painful, rational-different brands of thoughts driving at 100 miles an hour through the busy lanes of my city (my mind is a dark Mega City, if not by the size, at least by the traffic :P). All want to get to the airport, to fly off to get a form and be a part of the real world. But so many accidents happen on the way, road blocks, fuel tanks getting empty, wrong routes, curfew (when unconscious after taking an aesthesia ;) ) , the reasons are aplenty. And the problem is, there aren’t many flights, and the flights don’t carry many passengers as well, which makes it all the more difficult for people to rush out of this city. The city itself is bound to explode if these thoughts don’t find their way out.

If we are not capable of expressing our emotions at a particular instant (a tough moment, a nervous moment, a testing situation), with the mechanisms which we have, then we get lost. Lost in this translation, thoughts don’t get a structure, feelings don’t reach the stage where they can be expressed, the rush of thoughts simultaneously demanding translation pushes me to my absolute limits of sanity. Feelings, thoughts vanish into thin air, before we try and mould them and express them the way we always wanted to. Those which had lost their way somehow find alternate escape junctions other than the airport, which is where all the sleep talking and the nightmares come into the picture.

If the thought comes out in the wrong form, or not in the way it is supposed to, oh dear god, it causes even more troubles, and in turn increases the traffic further. So, in deciding whether the way it’s gonna come out is appropriate or not, in itself causes so much confusion that almost always it doesn’t come out.(flight gets cancelled before take – off :P )

Can life go so wrong just because a person thinks, how good would it have been if this thing what we call our “mind” stopped thinking for a while, say like took a vacation to the Carribean for a while, giving us enough time to clear out all the traffic inside. Wont that be nice? But alas! Here I am trying to clear some of the mess that’s there inside, my fingers are itching me to go smoke a cigarette, to try my hand at dope, coz just writing it down hasn’t seemed to work this time around.

Lets see who wins this battle , Mr. Perseverance (current champion) or Mr. Frustration(leading challenger) in this knockout match.

Signing off on a wavering note….

Donnie.


Current Mood: Dumb
Current Music: Katatonia - I am Nothing

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