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.