back to blogging

just couldn't figure out a name for this post(who cares), as long as i am happy to feel the power of sword back in my hands yet again after 5 months, its rejuvenating to feel u can still write or strike a few coherent cords(here it means tapping buttons on the keyboard).With the courtesy of a special person who urged me to write again (sahil khurana, prakhar pandey(hbti) ) i here by fire my gun,

Hits And Misses of 2010

1.Yet again this foolhardy attitude made me fell into the soup a couple of times this year and unfortunately i had to listen to the music (hard rock) from quite a few yet the spirit hasn't rotten as blatantly and shamelessly i concede ,as always i ll continue the heritage and make it "LEGENDARY" .(a coupled hit and a miss)

2.This years roller coaster ride was full of many ups and downs and twisted roads which really made me scream, "watch or i ll fall on u" huge battles were to be won on many fronts, some were important some were not so important and could have been dispensed with. I lost a few by reaching this {||} close to it, which counted a lot to me, but perhaps as all losers shred their incompetence by smartly modeling it, and giving it a shade of destiny, basically, believing destiny has got something better in store for me and then go back to my fool's paradise.(courtesy Exxon)

3.Hits are difficult to recall than misses that might be because of 2 things
(1) may be i delve into my past a lot and i am not able to give my self a chance to peek into the future and stabilize my present which has and can potentially harm my abilities to perform and turn me into a complete sodding person.
(2)or may be its a good habit that i keep on reminding myself of my past mistakes so that this time i should not leave an room for them to happen again.

but its time to move on as someone said, "i may have lost the battle, but i will definitely win the war"

IMPERIAL CLUB ELECTIONS

What conceives in my mind when i think about college club elections -- HIGGLEDY-PIGGLEDY PIGHEADED BULLSHIT
The intricacy of affairs that befell upon me by mere thinking of standing for COPA betokened me and gave jitters and feverishness(frenetic symptoms).
The ante-penultimate period and the penultimate period you will find candidates besuit themselves in fine tuxedos("euphemism for pants and shirts here") who used to wear fancy pajamas and disheveled , non ironed , filthy T-shirts. In this time when everything seems to be bestrewed upon the table and only diligent efforts , hard work could betide everything into its righteously owned place , surfaces upon the agenda a numero uno , the imperative task of exercising your veto power possessed by scholars , the much awaited and highly anticipated by our politicos , The "Club Elections"
In such, not so betimes when choosing priorities seems very easy, as its obvious we will choose career over elections, still most of them find it an onerous and tedious task , they are acting contumaciously and seem to bestride betwixt studies and the so called presidential elections . I too got lured by the charismatic sensation of these elections. perhaps the very dream of possessing power in hands or becoming omnipotent hits us like a reverie and carries us away with the thunder (wind) .
For the first time ever i see an electoral board (the faculty here ) living in an oblivion state, regardless and relentless as well of the politics being played and and fostered to become a meager cultural or god forbade some God damn club head . Had the cumber of being expelled which overhangs on the neck and keeps these amateur MLA's tightened by noose not been their these scholars must have transfigured into real life miscreants and would turn others into martyr scholars.
Just like general elections here too the winning candidates doesn't needs to be endowed with(or should endue) any kind of cultural or event managing capabilities. All he needs to be is famous or infamous ,has to have a vanity.
Now, a plausible question arises why not deal with this problem? The answer is evident and heartening at least it emancipates us from the trepidation of failing for a short while, seems pretty convincing even if it imperils 100 other careers.
Even after the profuse and prodigal research done about the odds and evens of a fruitful outcome , result still seems to be uncertain in a state of dynamic equilibrium and may fall on either side and when it comes to impeach all the speculations drawn it isn't infallible or impeccable.

Controversies dont just get born out of the blue , they are contrived with utmost assiduousness

"paise nahi hai" ya "isko toh karne ke liye tumhe paise milte hi hai na yahi toh tumhara kaam hai "

With reference to the Jugular Vein 'Take a Tip'(Aug 13) by Jug Suraiya ,
giving gratuity to someone is a cue, that our order needs to be preceded over others or our demands are to be dealt with immediacy.This off and on asking for "ghoos","baksheesh"is like a virus which has pedigreed from our blood only if we try to abstain ourselves from casting a spell of our opulence every time we enter a restaurant with our mate, become stringent in out attitude towards this and relinquish that hastiness and a habit to be treated with utmost urgency, this problem wouldn't have aroused in the first place.

UNITED WE STAND DIVIDED WE FALL

from allies to foes
this journey was like a sweet tale but ending at a rumpus resulting in to a discord of the relationship between one of my best friends , it is a little eccentric or rather esoteric that an year ago we we were like a conjoint entity but now our friendship has seen a severance or ruptured.
Their was a day when we didn't even expended an hour alone and now we seem to cut corners from each others.
Why do we have to perversely estrange ourselves whenever we encounter ourselves as if we don't exist ? well i got an ans for that a clash of the egos.
or perhaps a tussle of the ideologies which induces a reluctantly into us not to react on anything that surrounds or involves though we still have that caring feeling for each other in fact when u get separated that is the time u realize the need of each other the most but u still try to coax yourself with a flattery that its just 'post traumatic disorder' or u r body was addicted to him which is going to change as time and tide passes. But what is life which works or goes on the way as we wish,in fact the more importance u give to this philosophy the more vehemently zealously it retreats back to tell u its full kinks and twists after an year i realize things are not supposed to be like this and neither do i want to meddle into his nascent life (devoid of my presence superficially) but equally i am all agog to decipher out whats next?

Beauty (Dimpy) and the Bastard (Rahul mahajan)

Beauty and the Bastard

The week was already on its way to end abruptly, without a loquacious controversy of any kind till Friday eve when an incident filled our coffee mugs to the brim and cooked up the perfect recipe for the weekend and gave the desperate housewife’s, the chatter boxes and the dozen news channels the boisterous topic to talk upon i.e. the recent exaggerated case of spouse abuse by Rahul mahajan on her so called “mediocre middle class“and stereotyped beautiful not a bimbo Dimpy ganguly.

At once I suspected it to be a self generated, highly exaggerated and clichéd or hackneyed formula to get yourself into the limelight and a way to allow media persons pestering you like a chocolate chip cake. However, as the weekend ended and the way things took place I was damn sure it was one gluing, calculated and improvised and well thought over prudently figured out to hit the TV screens soon before the commencement of the biggest reality shows of the year so as to earn a seat in them without volunteering in them.

Baby Dimpy, I know this would be a little pinching thrust to your so called middle class simpleton (foolish gullible) image of a bumpkin (an unsophisticated villager) who was magically and blindfolded while during her nuptial to a person deeply rooted with drugs and already accused of being a domestic abuser or a patient of Intimate partner violence(and irony) by revealing or unveiling her photos prior to her melodrama of having came from Calcutta to take part in the overhyped swayambar of rahul mahajan.

Rahul mahajan gusto’s while beating girls. That is what happened with Dimpy. Rahul in furious anger after having seen her wife reading a message late in the night got so infuriated that he asked her to show the message or he’ll clean her clock. Rahul hit the roof when Dimpy didn’t show him the msg.

After her being beaten up and creating a dramatic experience on our profuse news channels involving kinks and twists, I thought there would be a severance of their 5 month old relationship, unfortunately (pun) it didn’t just a day after her revealing marks indicating her plight on national television she was seen moving with him to the sidhivinayak and back to where she belonged.

There is always a person who is profiting out of every controversy and which isn’t too conspicuous to our local media, it this event this stand was taken by our very own self acclaimed item dancer, “payal” in fact a much discrete category into which her shoes would fit is the classification of b grade heroines. When she flocked in and started meddling herself in amid this husband wife controversy things turned out to be worse for our dear chocolate boy rahul. She claimed rohul did bang her head too on the ground after returning late from a shoot, and even offered her 1 Cr to join the reality show swayambar. WTF! if this is supposed to be true, then why didn’t she go? when she can dare enough to use her body in her every film as a sex entity, giving our rickshaw wallah’s a time of life, why couldn’t she join that show for one Cr?, it is now when she is realizing about her dandified image, a bit surreal?

These encounters with Rahul mahajan aren’t a new thing he always been surrounded (amid of) by controversies relating to thrashing of her first wife along with a no cases relating to drugs. His life has always been like out of frying pan and into the fire.

Away From Home

With reference to the article published in TIMES OF INDIA on 30/8/10 “long way home “

Finding a new place especially in the hinterlands or outskirts of a city (thanks to the newly developing swanky houses and sun cities)is an onerous, tedious task and is no less than a conundrum. With no clue about which route to take while standing on crossroads,, taking a route we think to be right seldom leads us to the right path.

As they say the right path is often filled with hurdles, similarly the right road is always riddled with pits, having a sign board with a radioactively reflecting words saying “Work in Progress” in compliment, however nobody even in the leagues of that board seems to work upon it. On our way home we often get lost which pushes my panic button and urges me to behave imprudently and steer the car in a catatonic manner. With roads overflowing with ditch water in these rainy days causes the road to erode so much that it ain’t capable of driving anymore and if you think of moving through those narrow lanes (patli gali) which eventually lead us into a maze or labyrinth and ultimately draw us into an higgledy piggledy state, where we don’t know what to do? on top of it, if u try to use your mobile phones, then they do not have the signal, to the contrary, of their slogans saying”reaching u wherever you are”.That is what the problem is with this kind of an intricate technology, they don't help when u need them the most. If calling was supposed to be the last option, think again, may be asking somebody around would be a better one, however with the prodigious but distinct advices you get to which route to follow by our fellow Indians or self acclaimed 'guides' is like a humbug. At last if you reach your home after the so called rendezvous, we feel it wasn’t worth such a trouble .

INCEPTION OF WHAT WE CALL IS LOVE

The story begins with a boy a girl in the hinterlands of the Ganges plain, leagues away from the bank of Ganga. It was a Sunday morning and an inception for the two month summer holidays. The sun was lashing out at the earth with soaring heat even at 9 O clock in the morning, mere thinking about going out of my icy cold room chilled with continuous running of Air Conditioner (special mention as it was a newly bought one) used to gave me jitters. Even getting up from the bed seemed like an onerous task and going out was like going out for a voyage for years and no hope for returning back. The heat was killing their wasn’t a chance to beat it, and a chance for a little eye massage or view of the pervasive feminine beauty, beating the heat didn’t seem possible and the entire Sunday morning restricted to that 4x3 room with an obsolete computer upon which when my eyes stroked, a stroke of good luck flashed onto my eyes, it was the sudden enlightenment of the bulb, indirectly, lights that went off 4 hrs ago came back.

The computer started with a buzzing sound and all eyes on the modem, no matter even if this archaic computer works if it does not has the modem working (what else do we need on the computers besides internet connection? nothing) as the 4th light twinkled, my face gave the modem a vanity look and the other second switched on to find Mozilla on the desktop, rest I don’t remember the way my hands behaved as if it was an involuntary action which inadvertently led me to some got damn social networking site Orkut where I even had an already created account showing several new scraps and I still being unaware of its existence (hehe! just kidding).

On my home page I saw a new friend request, on investigation it was revealed to be of a girl Inir an d old school mate whom I didn’t remembered as usual, an embarrassing fact, however more embarrassing was her friend request to me (unlike other boys who long for adding girls, I hate adding girls to my profile. privacy issues, u see) and getting a girl on Orkut its not just me, cause I feel those cannot do it face to face, do it behind a computer by staring at gloomy (poorly lit) profile pictures and speculating the way he she would look in real life or when they encounter each other in reality and then indirectly rating them according to some god darn ridiculous grading system of their cheeky and intricate dirt of their mind.

Still on adding her, I found her online, due to courtesy I sent her a “hi” to which a more humble reply flashed “hi” “what’s up?”, I replied humorously and coherently “a ceiling fan” to which she said as if laughing “heheh” “lol” (laughing out loud)next few minutes were engaged in that ‘ASL’ stereotype talks and nothing of interest was their to hold on firmly to and the things ended by willingly acting contumacious and typing the homicidal lines of the internet “ hey I gota go mom’s calling “, for a girl and the homicidal lines said by a boy usually is “man I gota take bath” or the one I use usually and vanish for hours “man somebody’s on door, bells ringin c u after sometime “ but there is an eclectic one furnished by one of my friend, it makes me laugh a lot, here it goes
“man my girlfriend’s calling me on bed,
I cant keep her waiting for too long,
by
cu after I jerk off in the interim“

we all know we don’t just get vanish like that always its just we don’t want to talk any more with that person and invariably go to the invisible mode.
TO BE CONTINUED … STAY TUNED HEHE !

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India Prostrated by Dialogues

Seeing the current dialogue between India and Pakistan skewed into a duel I don’t expect any silver lines on any of the clouds instead I fear clouds to accumulate on the horizon.

How do we expect others to comply with us when we ourselves are ongoing with a spat between the home secretary GK Pillai and external affairs minister SM Krishna over comments given in the media?

SM Krishna that the comments could have been given a day after he had returned from Islamabad, Was GK so desperate, to pass comments on his eve of return? What a trivial point to scuffle upon! I expect these people to grow up, come on. Does it even matter what and when it is spoken ? even after severely abased by Qureshi and made not only SM Krishna, but our entire country belittle in front of world audience eye monitoring over this dialogue. Entire nation was prostrated, annotating to it was the comment of Mr.Krishna over Pillai what was he thinking? At the time when he needed to back up his comments to save the nose of our entire country he is backfiring at us only what a fool our nation must have appeared to Mrs. Clinton when this incident took place. The interlocutors we send from our country to another country aren’t maintaining our pride instead deteriorating it.

Pakistan is perversely reacting over this dialogue they expect us to act mildly over this all we wanted was a parley between the two nations after 26/11 not an armistice or a truce.

But if it has to turn ugly what are we waiting for we know our enemy isn’t strong from us then why do we need to be continuously prostrated, Qureshi after making paradoxical and obnoxious statements comparing Pillai’s statements with Hafeez Sayid, has himself dropped into the soup and given us a valid reason to quit any more dialogues and stop rebuking with mere words but plan a bold action and skyrocketing some of our 'AGNI' at Qureshi’s house, and Daoud’s house to end the matter all at once instead of having a prognosis of the disease and curing symptom by symptom, treating the entire infection holistically so that our posterity lives safely. (This incident kind drew me a little impulsive so acted a little compulsively) but its high time that we stop pretending to be a zealot of non violence anymore and act a little prudently rather than following the steps of Mahatma Gandhi’s ‘ahimsa’ formula cause just like the days of yesterday this problem too is going to eat many people’s life before it gets resolved and if it does after all this loss is it worthy enough , seems superficially reasonable only. Mull over it ?

facebook or spoof book

FaceBook-Idiotic-book

How many of you are still facing a problem of being an underdog not so famous on face book
If u r nascent (new) face book member then u better know that this thing is real tough
If u want to be a face book celeb or you want to see Ur name on everybody else’s wall
Or you want to c your name hit the highest percentage on the popular meter
Then u sure don’t have to work as hard as others do
I mean
U don’t have to sit hours on face book,
Commenting on every god darn wall, just to see Ur name on the recent news, status of Ur friends
Or comment on your own posts using fake profiles to be the most popular feeds.
No matter how silly and immature u think of this but it’s actually true and u can’t deny this inevitable truth.
One day u will find people having parties just because they want to upload their pics having fun or they want to make a new album
Wow amazing know
Just to be popular u have got so much time to spend on this so called social networking site which actually has become an adhering glue to stay on net and become an internet freak networkholic .
It will be astounding to u that mark zukerberg the creator of face book has such a profound fan following and opulence (wealth)
The prognosis reveals that people who are continuously attached to internet are basically suffering from an illness which has alcoholic effects, something that befuddles u
Rumor has it that a man went into depression and bloody tried to kill himself just because he wasn’t hitting no’s on his face book posts
Well while creating such a catastrophic piece of weapon mark himself must not have ever thought how presumptuous his creation was.
It brought out wonders for Alice it was her Wonderland for us it was face book, orkut, and myspace etc .The best thing about these sites was u could be anybody; absolutely anybody u could be a fake identity or u could be someone u always wanted to be but never revealed ur that side or you could be ur self.

What if paul comes to India

With reference to the article "Paulitics" published on July 13 in Times of India

Psychic Paul’s predictions are mere contingencies. I mean we can’t be certain how the fall of events might take place just by asking a 8 legged creature who is rather regardless of what we want and how our world works. Even for once if we believe that he posses precognitive powers and psychic abilities to produce accurate & acute vaticinations, still it can be a stroke of good luck or a fluke but now the question arises, which is bound to be absurd "Can it be a fluke every time? " as the way it has been in this World Cup. Rationalists like me have an answer for this as well, “probability”. For him his prophecies might be meaningless but for the outside world it has a elephantine impact. If his predictions brings good news for one, we shouldn't forget it brings a bad news(omens) for other too and which can certainly make the other feel grumpy and we can expect him to behave cantankerously. Nonetheless, its silly that if one is able to predict the result of a game before hand then its consequence will once be that its pointless playing the entire game, instead we should hand over the trophy, like that only, just like one of our advertisement says “Parle 20-20 khao short me niptao”. I wonder how blunderingly we Indians will act if Paul the soothsayer, makes his trip to India for IPL, Shahrukh khan will be eagerly waiting to cut him for his new delicacy and will act vindictively if his team loses again (a hapless state for him).His prophecies will impoverish our very dear ‘babas’ working on national news channels in the morning session selling stones and predicting the route of ‘rahu’ and ‘ketu’, and Bejan daruwala will be left high and dry if Bollywood also jostles its head into this running amok to find what is in future.

UID project is just another Spoof , a hoax by this UPA govt .

" they tricked us all and we were annihilated with a hoax "

UPA played ineptly and still we all fell into the trap, cheerfully

UPA govt. is acting perversely on this UID issue.Govt. can profusely spend Rs 50,000 crore to buy submarines rather than Rs 400 crore on a project which can ensure nation harmony and can give a chance to the paupers and the impoverished class a plausible opportunity to emulate, Nevertheless make avail of the sundry polices and schemes available to them.This is utterly unjustified .
I suspect the govt. is well aware of the potential miracle this identification no can bring about which will promulgate the unknown infirmities of this government and ravel out the corruption that has camouflaged itself in this system

Burqa ban-A hard nut to crack for India

The taboo over burqa has definitely given the mullahs and the conservatives
a cause to grumble at the west but they will have to bite the bullet, however this
should be considered as a prudent decision taken by EU authorities and as a
lesson to learn for India.With more and more countries abiding by it this event
will kick start a new era of upliftment of women in the other countries and
forsake other such social atrocities.India a religiously diversified country has
a long way to go and will have to face an uphill battle tracing their steps which
i speculate no socialist or politician will fight because he is bound to face criticism.
With the burning heat this summer i have started sweating just by imagining
them in black burqas ,pity those women.

Rudimentary change in our National sport its Cricket not Hockey

A plight for Hockey

Besides being a miraculous game in itself cricket has intrigued its way into every Indian heart, its charm is indispensable and inevitable and which is incomparable and inseparable with any other surrogate(be it football or hockey), sorry to be harsh on our national sport (one is not expected to discuss one's infirmities in public) but with the passage of time the kind of exposure the game has received wouldn't it be prudent enough to change our national game with cricket, as in every corner of the country, be it the suburbs or the center of the town we will find a Sachin hitting a six or a Harbhajan bemusing the batsman. The game itself has entrenched itself in the veins of every Indian and we sure cant get rid off our veins.

Being a bad sportsmen is as good as being a good one because of two main reasons
first, nobody expects you to perform good , in a way you are spared with the pressure and you enjoy up to the fullest .
second, the best part of being an underdog or a low level performer is the charm u see on everybody's face when u fortuitously take a catch , hit a run out , notch a six on the last ball which is invaluable and cannot be traded for anything .

character traits (idiosyncratic)

Test of character—DELHI 6

“If you are a character does not means that you have a character!”

Fighting your way out through the most uncanny hiccups defines one’s character. The real devil inside you gets revealed when your are subjected to diverse and odd situations, very unfamiliar of what u expect .Winning it flamboyantly ,with great fortitude, emancipates the evil out of your body and leaves behind a character worth of praising and demanding reverence

Yesterday while watching DELHI 6 I was awe stricken by the role played by Roshan “Abhishek” , he gained a place in my heart which not many movies have been able to create. A platform I hardly see any other movie will be able to share. ROM “rakesh omprakash mehra” the benevolent filmmaker really made me breathless at the last scene when I thought abhi has been deceased by those insensitive and unaware chandni chawk dwellers until a flash of Amitabh on the screen made me felt a bit relaxed & chillaxed
Cause I knew he wont let his son die at any cost .("aakhir he is the lal badshaah")

The film is entirely based on the Indian mentality, the people living in and around delhi 6 , it is a true personification of the way these people dwell, their customs, there superstitious nature and rude temperament of the elders. The way things go on in this town are exactly the way it was supposed to be. What makes me jump from my seat was the comparison and the parity(resemblance) the movie showed with my family, after every scene I was left with one line only “are aesa hi to mera yahan hota hai bilkul mere yahan jaisa“.

What left me numb and at the same time made me feel overwhelmed was the character definition of the foreign return Roshan, who as his name speaks enlightened, illuminated everybody’s mind and heart including me when he chose perversely not to leave the town when it required him the most but it isn’t his duty to mend things right for a town which does not even accepts him and which isn’t his home as well but the kind of “x factor” we Indians posses, despite being so despicable, we bowled him over and restricted (confounded) him to stay their and change things single handedly this is what defines a character worth learning from .

gt i attended lately

GT- GET TOGETHER AND LOATHE EACH OTHER’ SIGHT

Well! , this is what the new theme of our latest get together was, which seems to be pretty descent as per the current scenario going on with meetings (coalitions) in our city, they often turn out to be a huge broil of robust conversations full of repulsive altercations, figuring out instances, grabbing on to moments of contradicting each other, clutching on to jugular veins and digging graves for each other.

No matter how obsolete this word ”gt” might look like similar to the so called “kitty parties” of our parents which had minor constraints for boys to be a part of , however this kind of a consortium evolved over years and turned into a much advanced and hastily word “GT” , let us get into the etymology of this word

1.”GT” stands for a meeting in which the extinct species of our school time whom u rarely want to meet but still u want to see how do they look like , are called upon to show their faces and to take their current mobile nos.(on whom we hardly wish to call)

2. Now c this is going to be a little harsh for everybody, but it meant to be so

The second reason we hold gt’s is to see (distinctively boys) is to find out which girl has grown into a chick or which ones still free to be engaged with in a platonic relationship.(now don’t try being sad while reading it read it with your true veracity(truthfulness honesty).

3. This word itself is deceiving at times it means a get together but when people do really get together why do they act like strangers and always want to be aloof or left

alone to talk with the particular boy or girl.

4. A gt also stands for a legitimate way for asking a girl out in my town, cause no girl even in the next 50 years will be allowed to go on a date alone hence in the much advanced houses we have a perfect alternative device gt , the only difference being it is more like a coalition of colliding dates (even gay dates the one who don’t have girls to talk with)

Well this really nothing out of the blue in fact its true ask any lad who is wiling to go for a gt defiant of girls , the answer would be a straight forward , pinching, cuttingly acute {“NO” DO U EXPECT ME SPENT A PENNY AT U IF U R NOT A GIRL”}

However the fun lies all in here just like a commercial Hindi movie, devoid of nothing , having an appetite for almost everything love, friendship, fight, money involved, a show of opulence by everybody , glittering fashionable clothes and scintillating and eye soothing ambiences of nice restaurants .

What is obnoxious with such type of social symposium is that u have to jostle yourself to be a matador ”bull fighter” to fight your way into somebody else’s conversation to make yourself noticeable and to put forward you point in a loquacious topic . Me, as precognized as a maverick, had to perversely act in one such way in a “gt “ held lately , for which I don’t have any qualms ,for there is a sense of pleasure involved in this kind of a debate. Often during these debate an antagonist always makes his way out of the blue and spreads a shade of displeasure and discontent in your delivery of a joke to impress the group cause he is the one who is too captious (prone to petty fault finding) and does not wants you to captivate the attention of the girls for too long. He is like a prolific critic of your content and backfires repulsive jokes on you and deliberately makes you feel vindictively and deserves a despicable reply.

The entrails will continue …..

NAKUL GULATI