ब्लैक - बैंचर

Cricket... dats a religion in india... a win is celebrated like its independence day... n when india loses a match, its commotion all ovr d nation... yet, cricket unites us in ways dat neither bhagvad gita nor quran nor bibal n not even guru granth sahib ever managed to... v forget our inhibitions while cheering (or swearing!!) for d men in blue.... hell, v even forget dat d muslim butcher across d street is sitting wit us while watching d mathc... or dat d church padre has stopped preaching idealogies n is equally vengeful towards nehra's bowling... or dat d brahmin is more worried abt whether it was a run out than abt his dhoti going loose... :P ystrday, india lost poorly to south africa n the enthusiasm was sky-high... i lost my patience whn gautam gambhir dropped a catch n ended up kicking one of my frnds on d shins(altho he was pulling my slippers n cap really hard)... aftr d match, d general atmosphere was dat like a cemetry wit mourning all over... those who had skipped din...

Friends, atheists, agnostics and believers... I am not here to preach on some religious text, nor am I here to drift you all towards a healthy nap, as happens with me very often. I am here to tell you what most of you might already know, and what some of you doubted till now. I am here to persuade you that god exists... From time immemorial, we have pursued the existence of God. Even Albert Einstein, the great scientist, was strongly convinced of the creation of the universe by a Supreme Intelligence. In the words of Richard P. Feynman, a Nobel Prize winner for quantum electrodynamics,"Why nature is mathematical is a mystery...The fact that there are rules at all is a kind of miracle." Did you know that in every cell of our bodies there exists a very detailed instruction code called DNA, which is much like a miniature computer program? Such intricate details are hardly the handiwork of evolutionary permutations and combinations... I was an atheist at one time. And the is...

Rite nw, d sports fest is on in our college... N since i dont play neither soccer nor table-tennis for d team, i m one of the most idle people around this time... However, an empty mind is home to the devil... N in my case, d devil is lucifer himself :P Ystrday, i decided to just head out on myslf n see d real goa, far from beaches, booze, babes n shack parties... I searched d internt, found dis li'l known place called curtorim village 10 kms from d town of madgaon... so i startd alone... first, d bus tuk an hour to reach downtown... It tuk all my will power not to smoke meanwhile... finally d bus came, i climbed aboard n nxt stop d conductor told me dat its d last one... i felt cheated, fooled, nauseous, hideous, contaminated, victimised, horrified, n dat just sums up wat i felt(maybe i exaggerated too much!!)... bt i got down on a totally unknown spot without any idea when d nxt bus will come... Thn came d great samaritan... he told me dat he wud gimme a ride to the nearby town...

Since my early years, teachers have had an unusual hatred for me... Some reasons are understandable, but many are yet unknown.. Back in kindergarten, there was one Anita ma'am who used to think I act stupid on purpose(its a different matter altogether that I hated her for being a teacher)... She used to give candies to everyone except me :x In class 5, the social studies teacher, Asaiya Sir, used to slap me for no reason at all... He had a comical face and it was tough to talk to him without laughing my head off.. If he was dictating notes and I was sharpening my pencil, he used to assume that I was being naughty and liable for a sound beating :( I developed a knack for sleeping in the history class in 7th grade... And since then, my teacher(Ms. Geeta Soman) threw me out regularly... Again in class 8th, I used to sleep in the history and civics class regularly... Our teacher, Ms. Zia-ul-haq, who was usually a sport, took it as personal insult a...

Last night, v were at the Channel V India festival at Cavelosseim beach... it was open to all free of cost... the festival was rocking until mohit chauhan finished n the techno fusion was over... after dat it became a pain in d a**... Our college had the maximum no. of participants in dat fest.. I dont know whether its sumthng to b proud or ashamed of... Proud becoz v lik to njoy... :D N ashamed becoz at d same time our own technical fest called QUARK was on in the institute n yet v were not attending dat :( Anyways, cuming to d heartful conversation dat i had wit pareshan asati(u can read abt him in my prev. posts), v were sitting on the reclining chairs at the beach, enjoying the last few rays of the sun... Times like these often make ppl philosophical n introspective(in my case)... Soon v were discussing flat-out on wat gossip does to our thinking... I made that mistake whn i formed an extremely wrong(n cheap!!) opinion abt a girl in our college.. However, after talking to her, i fe...

I stole d title of dis post from a buk by d same name... sum1 really close to me(read dat as special :D) has been reading dis buk n she was d sole factor for writin dis post... Frnds, lovers, guys n gals, dis world of ours is lik a mountain range n our life is like an echo... wat v get bak from dis world is only d reflection of wat v giv to it ourselves... i know it sounds crappy n philosophical bt jst consider for a moment- if u smile at a stranger on a train or a bus, u r sure to get a smile or at least half a smile... dat works as an ice-reaker n u can either strt a conversation or jst exchange glances(if d said stranger is a pretty lass, for instance!!)... d point is, u made a frnd right dere... on d othr hand, if u dont giv a damn towards those wit whom u might b travelling, a day will come whn u'll wonder y u r travelling alone?? believe me, its as true as our picture on d top of dis blog.... If v spread love all around, most of it is bound to come bak to us in one way or the...

Finally, m at home aftr a long n hard sem.... d back-breaking train journey dint help either... d cold here is stiff... one shivers even during daytime.... anyways, over to d review of my 3rd sem.... firstly, i was given an elective of Effective Public Speaking... d teacher also hails from d same place as i do.. n if u think dat gave some edge ovr othrs, u cant b more wrong... she simply hated me... mayb bcoz i was a loudmouth or simply bcoz i suck at public speaking... d worst thng abt dis class was impromptu... hw d hell r v supposd to maintain posture, voice-modulation, eye contact while thnking up wat to say next in order to keep d ppl engaged? our last cls tho, was a bundle of joy... v ate,sang, walkd d ramp, threw d most idiotic questions at our teacher(one student even askd her to narrate her love story O.o)... n guess wat, she cudnt speak 2 minutes on d topic dat v gave her- Hawda bridge par latakti laash :P Apart frm EPS, dere was waves 2010... waves is supposed 2 b our cul-fe...

Hey frnds.... really sorry i've been away so long... a lot has happened wit me ovr d past few months... d 1st incident dat comes to my mind is dat of a trip in which v travelled in every mode of road transport :D Yes, dats rite.. N in a single day. firstly, v left our campus n had just strtd on d highway whn a very kind elderly fellow allowed us a lift on d nearest bus-stop(which, btw, is 7 kms far!!)... V exchanged the usual pleasantries... d best part was whn he asked us for tips to educate his daughter in engineering ;) aftr dat, v had a long bus ride to panjim which nearly drove us crazy... party over, v left panjim around 9pm n boarded d wrong bus which took us to vasco n left us to rot on d road... v strtd our usual road dance n monkey tactics to avail a lift but strabgely, nobody seemd interestd dis time.... v abused d passing cars, smoked(not every1, mind u!!), peeped into d roadside houses, waved rude gestures at d balcony mongers and disgraced our college name in every wa...

Here i am, studying(or not!!), so far away from home, wit no1 to scold or shout, to support or to advice, living only wit wonderful people who r called frnds…. they always helped me, went mad wit me, danced wit me on d national highway, kicked my ass, got me into trouble, ate wit me n showed me dat frndship is indeed a miracle… my frnds r a very interesting blend of cultures and characters…. I would describe them in chronological order: 1. Manas aka sanam soliye… Dis guy has d most ridiculous of fashion styles n makes weird clothes the ‘in’ thing….. he never wakes up at mornings n hardly sleeps at night… his fav. cuisine is d stale egg curry served in our night canteen n he also likes the ‘aaanda’ served in jhopadi… Soliye is a self-proclaimed fifa pro who defeated now n thn by othrs further down in this list…. oh! n he also makes othrs go crazy wit his nonsensical logic n darker-than-black tees :) 2. Pathak aka maaaaacho… he’s d most unpredictable guy i’ve ever met…. he never answrs...

Dreams, as v all know. is stuff which we can see only with our eyes closed…Every1 has a dream..some want to be successful in their respective fields/jobs…some want to rid this world of all d malaise its brimming with…I hav always had a dream too…I want to prove that the underdog is not to be underestimated…Ppl r constantly judging u…Firstly, i wanted to join d armed foces….bt dat dream went up in smoke whn i got bespectacled…My parents thn decided engineering for me…I love cars so it seem like a natural progression of my passion…Now in a reputed college, all I want is to get a degree and open my dream garage…one full of cars waiting to be tweaked n instruments lining d spray-painted walls n windows :)                I thot up of a project idea bt d moment i proposed it to a senior student in our college, he told me i was being stupid by staring sumthng dis big…He told me to strt small n build up…He also told me to im...