ब्लैक - बैंचर

When was the first time that you had a crush on someone? Class 2?? Was it the ponytail, the smile or just the fact that she had a lovely voice and brought chocolates for you daily? Or was it the fact that she used to go to school in the same auto-rickshaw? My first crush was the most special. It was the summer of 1993. I was 3 years old and had just lost my front two teeth, making me look like a racoon. My parents took me to my aunt’s place in Delhi. I had been here few times before also, but this time, it was a different feeling altogether. Little did I know that this vacation will change my life completely. After the usual exchange of pleasantries, we went to tour around the city. It was amazing to see those skyscrapers and so much traffic. The Laal Quila fascinated me. And the Jantar Mantar was a sight to behold. I wondered how strong the people were in those times, to have built all this without any glucose or chocolates. After that, we went to visit Appu Ghar, and I spotted th

Last night, I was wondering about the opinion that I had formed about certain people... Some were good, others were bad, the rest were terribly ugly... Then I wondered whether I was being fair(or objective) in judging them that way.. One thing led to another and I checked my own traits with respect to those of othrs... N i finally realised dat gud and bad r relative terms... Sumthing that i feel is bad isnt so in d eyes of sum1 else... N y shud it b d same anyways?? Every person is different, much d same way every lock has a different key.. No two ppl in dis world think alike... Thn y shud b their opinions b d same either?!?!?! Dere was dis beautiful story abt a newly married couple who move into an unknown neighbourhood... Every morning, d wife comments, "D next door lady doesnt wash her clothes properly.. Luk at them.. They r hardly clean!!" The husband listens to dis without any reaction... Aftr a month or so, one morning, d wife suddenly says, " Luk dear!!... the

Hey there!! Sorry I've been away so long... Actually I was unable to find anything to write or comment upon... Meanwhile, a lot has happened in my life.. I could easily pen down a "what not to do at college" book.. However cliche it may sound, but right now my life resembles that portrayed in chetan bhagat's book, 5 point someone.. My grades are below average, m down with fever, my friend circle has reduced drastically in radius and people seem to have forgotten that I too could suggest meaningful things.. Girls look at me like an outcast.. As if I m something unpleasant on the sole of their shoes.. Those who do acknowledge me live in fear of being mobbed.. What I dont get is, why is it that the people who talk to you so nicely on facebook/gtalk/whatever fail to recognise, nod or even give half a smile when you meet them in the class or something?... And the one whom I m mad about lives far, far away from here.. All in all, I think my crap karma is here to haunt me...

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 and asked me to wash my face, jump 5

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