Ahhh, normalcy restored

It's that time of the year again that we go through twice where I come and cry about my results each time on my blog.Unfortunately for fellow bloggers and readers there has not been one instance where I was able to brag about my results and this time it ain't much of a shiner either.

There is a limit to everything innit?well, I 'spose there is cause my life has dented my lips from smile-to-straight face-sad-sadder-sadder-sadder... and so on, so many times that it has reached its limits.Guess what? It's come back to where it started from, that is the good old smile.There is absolutely nothing that can make me frown anymore.Yipee.

Recently too many things seemed to be going nice for me, it didn't feel normal anymore.Something Gosta Gosta Give!OOPS!

Saturn[Shani kaata A.K.A VTU] got closer to the earth and something was on the cards.we were all invited to the party by VTU and what a party, did the VTU rock our lives apart or what?.The hangover still ain't gone.Yeah baby!

A self-assessment said that this was my best performance so far, but this was a party fulla surprises.The party-throwers seemed to out-perform me.
May all the evaluators rot in hell...no wait that ain't enuff, let them ROT IN VTU!!!

Please waste some time!

It's amazing how we break our heads to find ways to waste time during the classes throughout the semester and still keep away from homes where as during the exams its totally opposite.Amazing because we go through that process twice a year and we never learn.

Everytime there is a class going on we just want the teacher to come late to the class , yeah 10 minutes would be appropriate and then we want them to leave another 10 minutes early.In between of course a good 5 minutes is wasted surely while taking attendance.So ideally we have to go through 35 minutes of lecture...which rarely is the occasion.
OK! Then what do we do? - C R ELECTIONS!!Yippee!
So much trouble to waste one class?well, we will take what we can snatch, right? right!

So we finally manage to get two guys to stand for the "all important" C R Elections , both of whom look like oversized action figures. The duration of both their speeches is proportional to their respective heights.Damn them.We don't give a rat's butt of their speeches, but time is of essence, you need to waste it you morons!Right now it seems that that is their sole purpose on earth.


We take our time in "choosing our leader" after all its no easy decision.After careful examination and analysis of the candidates, we take a really tough decision: to almost unanimously elect one guy.
But the turning point of the day belongs to the fact that a person who wasn't a candidate landed herself a neat 3 votes.

Well now for the Thank you speech and it lasts 2 minutes long which if it wasn't for all the laughing and giggling and 'tee-hees' by our newly elected CR, would have actually lasted 5 seconds.He seems to be learning fast!

*Its only a few hours until he realises that "Class rep" is just a fancy word for a "Scape goat" and the poor bloke is running around in order to bring to effect a celebratory all day mass bunk of the classes just so that he doesn't have to listen to the " Hey,you are useless "
"What do you think we elected you for? "
" Hey move your butt and get those super-nerds to bunk"
"COME ON!! BE A MAN.I KNOW IT'S HARD, BUT TRY!!" and et al. *

OnE dAy WaStEd nOw WhAt?
well there is always the re-elections, blue-books / (dirty) yellow books or what-ever-you-call-em books , the PC elections, The presidential elections...all of which are not just that effective or not effective at all.


As for the teacher, she ensured for our own sake that the remaining 10 minutes of the class was well wasted by arranging for some "activity" which most people took surprisingly seriously and we even got to witness the POWERPUFF girls!

One hour well wasted...Mission accomplished!

Where is Sri Nagaraj?

After reluctantly agreeing to watch a 4 hour movie of "Jodha Akbar" (Partly because of the forcing and crying and threatening and.... and partly because I am an Aishwarya fan) I find myself with the entire gang criss crossing the streets that seem narrower than the width of my toilet and flooded with characters of people to kids to little chicken(Yeh hamara mulkh hain), whose sole purpose in life seemed to be get in the way of every vehicle on the road, to find the theatre I never thought I would ever visit in my life- Sri Nagaraj.The quest for Sri Nagaraj itself was an eventful one. First the mighty Pramukh had used the number provided by none other than the ever-so-reliable Nikhil to call up the theatre and confirm the dates...and then we had to find out where to go actually, in order to make it on time for the '5 O clock' show!Someone said that it was located in the City ( Oh really?wow! ) , a second person said it was near Central Library.A third person added that it was somewhere in Vijayanagar while my mum thought it was in S Layout.We now had the North-South-East-West but best of all was the person who thought that there was no such theatre in Mysore.
After much discussion and repeatedly taking directions from people we reached the place to find out that the show was actually at 5:45 and not 5.The "ever so reliable" Nikhil had given us the number to Thibbadevi instead.We had arrived at 4 to make it there "early" and "get the tickets before anyone else". .|.. ..|.

The magnitude of the movie's fan following hit us when we saw the line.It seemed miles long.(Duh! It was a saturday and the second day).People's eyes were red and eyelids heavy.All of them had the 'just gimme the ticket and I am ready to pass out' look.Some kids looked like they had spent their childhoods here in the line.They seemed ready to share with each other the fond memories about the time they joined the line.We joined the line too ,only to repeatedly pick up fights with all the @$$#()|3$ who choose to get in between the line[This is too much? ;) Gunah Kubool]. I never thought going for a movie would be anything but adventurous.Thankfully all the buttons on my shirt are intact.Kya kare janaab? Sab Allah marzi.
Everyone in the line for a change seemed to be amazingly tolerant of my imitation of the same actor we had come to watch.There were some die hard fans of Hrithik Roshan there...including our very own Rohit and I am just glad none of them teamed up to make Guru Manchurian as a Jodha Akbar special.
After waiting for 45 minutes the line that never moved ,we were kindly told to "Go to hell" because the tickets were sold out.
Inshaa Allah.
LONG LIVE AKBAR BADSHAH's Legacy.
I bid my khudha-hafees to the theatre.

That's when we decided to take off to Karanji Lake hoping to catch the sight of a few snakes, crocs and other cold blooded animals, only to find too many hot blooded animals who seemed to be hell bent on extending their families at the lake itself.GOOD LORD!!!I am not going to that place again!I rather watch desperate housewives.
And then of course the usual betta which is the answer to every young Mysorean's boredom.

Love at first sight?

I had just come back home from a really tiring game of cricket.I had just bowled 8 overs that evening and I was sweating buckets of sweat from head to toe. As I approached the gate to my home I stopped to speak to some of my neighbours. The usual mockery, teases and taunts, what else? As I was laughing I got this weird feeling I was being watched. I looked around. There was absolutely nobody watching me, except of course the people I was talking to. Barely 2 minutes later, I felt it again. This time I looked further and lo, across the street , a cute chick is sitting on a chair in her portico and staring at me from the distance. I looked behind me to see what I was missing on...over me, around me...well, there was only me. She was staring right at me. WOW.  Her head is resting on her hands and her long black hair is covering her hand.B-E-A-utiful!!

But, why was she staring at me? Maybe she was lost in her thoughts or something. Oh well, I decided to go and freshen up. I go in wash my face and neck, change my clothes, Tidy up the room. All this took about 20 minutes roughly and then there was a power cut, so I stepped out onto my own portico because there was still some light outside, I could at least talk to the neighbours until the power returned. As I begin to talk, I recalled the cute chick and try to find her...there is she is. Right where I saw her last and WOW she is still watching me. I strained my eyes to see if it was really me she was staring at. It definitely seemed so. It was getting dark and my curiosity was rising. What did she see in a beast like me? People who have known me for years hate to associate with me...how was she so fast? what...?when...? where...?

Suddenly the power was restored and the bright light pierced all our eyes.When our pupils became accustomed to the 100W bulbs in our porticoes and the street lights my vision straight away went towards the damsel. She was still there...on the same chair and now that her portico was also lit up by bulbs, there was no doubt she was staring at me. Listen to that guys, she was staring at ME...for nearly an hour now. She hadn't moved. Only once in a while when her silly cousins came out and said something to her, she moved her neck towards him and made swift moments with her right hand, while the left still supported her head, or when she had to reply to some query from inside the house. So that negated the possibility that she was dead.

Again all the questions started swimming in my head. Is this love at first sight? Is this why they say love is blind? After all she was staring at a mirror cracking material for so long...maybe love is blind after all innit?

I began to think...this is it...the moment....the cute chick...she was interested in me...she must have observed me over the days, I was a fool to have let her cute face slip from my notice. Doesn't matter. It's never too late. We can work things out now. I will explain to her that I had never looked across the street. She will understand.


It was close to 2 hours now, she was smiling.WOW...cutie smiling at me? wonder of wonders. I wanted to see how long this would go on. How long? My legs are getting tired now. I think thoughts like
"Why the blimey did she hafta stare at me?" crossed my head at break-neck speed a couple of times. I am still wondering all sorts of things about our future and all the planning I had to do, all the mature decisions I had to take, all the things I would have to consult her about...

The girl got up, took her hand off her ears and revealed a cellphone in it. She moved her fingers and obviously cut the call. Now she rotated her left wrist and neck to relieve herself of all the niggle caused by the 2 hour phone call. Stretched thoroughly and shouted something like "Hoon bande atthe" (Yeah aunt, I'm coming ) and walked back into the house.

Me? I just had my dinner and went to bed.


[Dated: Sometime about 4 years ago]

Who is Iceman??

Hi, how are you today?

Never been better, thank you

No messing around, Who is Iceman?

Oh he is just this stupid funny guy who was/is in my class/college/school/lives near my home.In short he is a total loser

Why is he a loser?

Oh, he just has no future mann! He is not serious about life or for that matter - anything.

Are you his friend?

yeah...in his dreams.


I have seen you speak quite a bit to him before

You know the guy is a fool, he has some really silly notions and swears by it.I just sometimes humour him.

So you gave an I.Q test to all you friends in the beginning?

F**K off...it's none of your business.

And why is he a fool?

One look at him, even you will agree.

Is that all you do...humour him?

Well he is a joker you know...he is useful around

So you DO like having him around?

Ahhh no, he is a pervert , he might take too much credit. I am like - ' Dude!Crack your joke and get on your way ok? ' and he is like " Oh I am so funny,oh I am so funny " He never leaves!!!

Why don't you ask him to leave?

Oh how should I? why should I? I have my manners ok?Besides the other guys don't seem to mind!huh!

He considers you a friend, you know that?

I don't give a F**K what he considers me...c'mon, just because I spoke to him most of the time and also enjoyed his company sometimes it doesn't mean he can totally considered me a friend.
I am like " wohohohoooow , hold your horses buddy, where did that come from? "
The loser totally got into my head!!huh...damn him!!


He got into your head?

Ummm, did I say that? sorry lemme rephrase that...he got on top of my head!

Thank you for having seedi baat with us here...I am sure Iceman is a loser.The sooner he finds out, the better. It was wonderful having you here.Have a good day.

Thnx for having me here, the pleasure was all mine.I totally enjoyed.

~nUmB3Rs~

I have an almost perfect count of the number of visitors on my blog and I pride myself over it, though I don't pride myself over the numbers themselves! You will see why-


I had been using google adsense to count the number of hits on my blog since I was told it was quite reliable.I signed up on July 14th I guess...and the count is from July 15th!
6th December 2007 the counter touched 3000 hits.
I just gave the issue more air than anything because I had nothing to boast about in my life ;P
Later I found out that google was not so reliable as was touted.So I used a different web counter to measure the hits.On a single day it showed 50000+ hits...yeah...right!!
So I went back to google...until I found a really reliable counter.Which you now see as burning numbers on the right column of your screen. :)

From the first blog 9th Feb 2007 to July 14th, I take the liberty to consider an additional 100 visitors..and maybe 200 more considering the lack of reliability of the google thing. Anyway the new web counter has been picked up from the exact number where I left google and not the additional 300 I just told you about.


All said and done...I don't really give a damn about the hits on my blog, because in the first place, I blog anonymously, then I make sure I don't give the link to too many people I know.So caring about the hits doesn't seem to make sense!


THIS IS FOR ALL THOSE OF YOU WHO JUST WONDER WHAT THOSE NUMBERS MEAN!!!

No Mum, I'm just dyslexic

Tare zameen par is a great movie...though I am not dyslexic at all, the movie did remind me of my childhood.I used to be always lost in my world like that kid and the comparision ends there.

But there is a catch to this great movie.Won't all the kids in the nation who watch this movie now just start to blame their laziness on 'Di-di-di-dislecksia' ?? India is a competitive country now, no doubt.Every household is hellbent on producing scoring machines, but for that small percentage of children who ought to study for the sake of good education and yet don't manage a decent score will now just blame it on this mental condition even though they ARE infact lazy, not mention the actual successful ones which decide to convert into their lazy world counterparts.

Revolutionary movie!!!Yeah revolutionary all right! Thanks to TZP the traditional " Ma'am the dog ate my homework" lines will be replaced by the brand new " Ma'am, I'm dyslexic ".

And Mr.Khan do you really expect us to believe you made the movie only for parents?After all India is the most youthful nation in the world, with a huge percentage of the population in between 12-25 age group!I'm sure you did your math before making your directorial venture.
Do you expect us to believe that, especially after you asked us to drink coke [which has a ph<3 just as much as a toilet cleaner] just so that you can laugh all the way to the bank , when you really don't drink that god-damned drink yourself??

After all the brickbats...I would still like to say, TZP is awesome...but its a strict NO-NO for kids.It should get an "Adults only" rating even though its artistically shot!

Ground Rules

I have decided to set down some ground rules for myself to follow in life, in order to be a much more refined individual...so here goes:

1 Not to forget the spelling of individual again

2 Not to bother readers with silly blogs

3 Never hurt animals

4 Never hurt women and Children

5 Never to worry about what I will blog next and instead think of actually important things

6 Help protect the environment

7 Study hard from now on

8 Never utter a swear word again

9 Follow ground rules 1-8

10 Never follow ground rule number 9


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Let's play Sudoku!!!

HOME!

Plant a tree

SAVE TREES...and then TREES WILL SAVE YOU!

To dream or not to dream?

In this world there is suffering.
The suffering has a cause.
The cause is a desire...
The suffering can be ended by ending the desire.

The resident of my heart

It's a lush green meadow and I lay here in the sun
She bends over me,about to kiss,she is my hun
She stops,smiles,her hair glows in the sunlight
and a bright face sets my heart pounding right

Her laughter,giggle,chuckle reverberate in me
her voice gives me goosebumps,her face I wanna see
Back to the meadows,she is about to kiss, I wish time stops now
I love you baby,from the bottom of my heart and how...

I love your tantrums,your scoldings and your anger
I love everything about you,I know I'm in danger
In danger of a heartbreak but who really cares?
Victory goes to him,he who really dares

I gaze into her eyes, they are smiling too :)
so full of love!I wish I could hold you
This is the best portrait I have in my mind
To have blessed me with it,you are so kind

I want three things, your love,your love & your love
Give it to me and we will fly far far above
all of my heart's yours, my dearest dear
With your hands in mine,I got nothing to fear
you will be mine then,there is nothing to fear...

My personal diary

Many people tell me that my blog sounds like a personal diary sometimes and I tell them 'Ya got no idea mate!'.Anush's comment for Chinnu's blog reminded of this question I used to get frequently.

The fact is, just to set the record straight, I DO have a personal diary...ofcourse , one that is definitely not a blog.My dad introduced me to this wonderful habit of maintaining a personal diary at a young age of 8 years old- that is 1995.Hmmm, I know what you are thinking.But 8 years olds got feelings don't they?He taught me what I might want to write in it - anything and everything.I used to write like once in two days with a freakish little handwriting thats gotten freakier right now.I still take them out once in a while and go through what I had in my mind way back then.

Some stuff is funny, some pages just refresh my memory and some just seem to impress myself.There are poems, so called stories or short stories, daily updates, things-to-do,etc.,

Over time, this habit evolved. I write everyday now, I demand the best diary among the numerous diaries gifted...then I demand the next too. You see, one of them is a decoy...with a so-called maintainance which is supposed to make nosey people think thats the one- courtesy the fact that I found out that my parents used to read them when I was a kid. I never write any feelings in them, everything in it is very general and of no use to me in the future.I remember every diary I have ever used and I have well-hidden all the diaries that I wouldn't want anybody to touch.

I don't see why a blog shouldn't be a diary.It all depends on how much you are comfortable of letting people know.It depends on how much secure you feel.It depends on how much you want to communicate.Some people just blog to look funny or cool, some just write lines with the toughest words you can find in the dictionary and make their posts as hard to understand as possible, just to show that their language is good.Some just brag on and on and onnnnnnn about things that would be of interest to a very small group of people and end up calling it a blog about their life.Thats hardly communication!Thats hardly a blog!!


My blog is far far away from my personal diary and I doubt that either of them will tell you my complete story....a story that has just begun!!

Then and now

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

* Where are those days when I would spend all the time in the noon staring at the eagles in the sky circling as if in slow motion?They used to take about an hour to circle in and out of our view of the sky.I look up now and there ain't even half the number of eagles there used to be.

* When I could just pick up my trusty catapult and shoot pebble after pebble , the exact same spot on the tree without being shouted at by anyone.Now I neither have a caterpillar nor do I go 30 seconds without washing my hands as soon as I pick up a pebble.

* When I could just pick up my bicycle in the evening and ride off to somewhere someplace where the wheels took me.Now,I think twice before kick-starting my bike wondering how much of my dad's money I am burning.

* When elders meant - respect, hurry, busy-for-me, worried, hard work , my-source-of-coffee , force-me-to-eat , never-understand-me , NEVER-GROW-UP-TO-BE-ONE!!!

* When betta seemed to be so far away and I would promise myself - I will definitely go to the betta at least once a year when I grow up.Now so many trees on the hill thank me and my buddies.

* When fantasy land meant- fantasy land.It had gummi bears, wendy the witch or Ritchie Rich and lots of cool stuff or magical things.Now its a lush green meadow, a bubbling brook and my dreamgirl.

* When 2 AM meant I'm in the middle of my daily quota of deep sleep and probably a dream and NOT the last person of the day I am bugging on the chat.

Beautiful...just beautiful!!!

Music is the most wonderful toooooo!!!!!
Enjoy!

Happy B'Day

Happy B'day to the baby of the bunch :P
U da BABE!

I AM NOT SUICIDAL

It's been really a while since I unbottled myself here. Its just been funny little that and funny little this lately.Lets set the record straight.I have not blogged because I had my exams.
My exams were one hell of a nightmare for me.I thought I was down and out this time.But thanks to my friends, I have done better than that at least.I realised a few things during the exams.
When your are going well, a lot of people seem to be nice and friendly, but when you are having a tough time, few come to your help.They are real friends.I found quite a few of those real friends during the last month.So many people showed support,lent me their books,notes etc,.I would take their names here, but they wont be comfortable, nor will the ones who miss out being mentioned.I don't need to say thanks to my own friends either.
The thing is, I hardly ask for help...I don't like taking favours.
I tried to put up my usual happy face all the time...but this time it was so hard.A lot of things went wrong, not just with the exams, but a lot of other things too.

I wrote this for my "about me" on a profile recently:

I have my own ups and downs like all of you...
I call spade a spade,I am not diplomatic, (diplomacy is just a nice word for the behaviour of cunning people),which will make you hate me somehow.
I don't like groupism...I fit anywhere, this again works against me.
I usually have a smile on my face and as most other things it works against me because I am either accused of smiling too much OR WHEN I DO GET SAD once in a while I am hated the most["oh he has lost it"]...even accused of being paranoid about my troubles.

beyond that, I don't know myself.





I am NOT moody, I just lost it for a while.Now I haven't unwound myself totally...but definitely I am not loosing it now.

Recently, after all my mad mad outbursts, I earned the 'suicidal' tag I hear.I am NOT SUICIDAL.The last thing I want anybody to say after I am gone is "Its sad he took his own life ( He wasn't much worth alive-but still :P)". My next statement may not have many believers but its a fact that I have saved a few people from committing suicide.
If I ever look like I have committed suicide, even if I have written a suicide note, you can blindly assume that I have been murdered and can suspect a conspiracy cause I ain't ever gonna take the escape route...I'll stay and fight.
I have a good reason to live.



And now for my last request, just because I don't tell you about my troubles it doesn't mean they don't exist...the least you can do is ignore me, than to call me paranoid!!!!PLEASE!


a departing thought for now...
In order to form an immaculate member of a flock of sheep one must, above all, be a sheep.

Attention one and all: New ICC rules

New ICC rules:


After watching the test match, I feel some rules have to be incorporated by
ICC to give the other teams a perfect clarification[before you read on, you might want to check out a post on a related issue I published earlier-->click here]

(1) Ricky Ponting - (THE TRULY GENUINE CRICKETER OF THE CRICKET ERA AND
WHOSE INTEGRITY SHOULD NOT BE DOUBTED) should be considered as the FOURTH
UMPIRE. As per the new rules, FOURTH UMPIRE decision is final and will over
ride any decisions taken by any other umpires. ON-FIELD umpires can seek the
assistance of RICKY PONTING even if he is not on the field. This rule is to
be made, so that every team should understand the importance of the FOURTH
UMPIRE.

(2) While AUSTRALIAN TEAM is bowling, If the ball flies anywhere close to
the AUSTRALIAN FIELDER(WITHIN 5 metre distance), the batsman is to be
considered OUT irrelevant of whether the catch was taken cleanly or grassed.
Any decision for further clarification should be seeked from the FOURTH
UMPIRE. This is made to ensure that the cricket is played with SPORTIVE
SPIRIT by all the teams.

(3) While BATTING, AUSTRALIAN players will wait for the ON-FIELD UMPIRE
decisions only (even if the catch goes to the FIFTH SLIP as the ball might
not have touched the bat). Each AUSTRALIAN batsman has to be out FOUR TIMES
(minimum) before he can return to the pavilion. In case of THE CRICKETER
WITH INTEGRITY, this can be higher.

(4) UMPIRES should consider a huge bonus if an AUSTRALIAN player scores a
century. Any wrong decisions can be ignored as they will be paid huge bonus
and will receive the backing of the AUSTRALIAN team and board.

(5) All AUSTRALIAN players are eligible to keep commenting about all
players on the field and the OPPONENT TEAM should never comment as they will
be spoiling the spirit of the AUSTRALIAN team. Any comments made in any
other language are to be considered as RACIALISM only.

(6) MATCH REFREE decisions will be taken purely on the AUSTRALIAN TEAM
advices only. Player views from the other teams decisions will not be
considered for hearing. MATCH REFREES are to be given huge bonus if this
rule is implemented.

(7) NO VISITING TEAM should plan to win in AUSTRALIA. This is to ensure
that the sportive spirit of CRICKET is maintained.

(8) THE MOST IMPORTANT RULE: If any bowler gets RICKY PONTING - "THE
UNDISPUTED CRICKETER WITH INTEGTIRY IN THE GAME OF CRICKET" more than twice
in a series, he will be banned for the REST OF THE SERIES. This is to ensure
that the best batsman/Captain will be played to break records and create
history in the game of CRICKET.

These rules will clarify better to the all teams VISITING AUSTRALIA.

Excuse me!

Harbhajjan allegedly called Andrew Symonds -" Big monkey" I am sure it is rascism and deeply deeply hurting for all monkeys!The ICC is going to take action on behalf of the International Monkey Association [IMA ]

Jokes apart, I'm deeply disgusted at the turn of events.
I wont be surprised if Bhajji really did abuse Symonds.It is wrong, but paying no heed to an Indian's word,especially someone as reputed as Sachin is a bigger abuse.

I dont even need to mention the 'unsportsman-like' conduct from the Aussies.I actually thought they were within their rights when they were appealing, but what I found really funny was when Steve Waugh was asked about what he felt of this 'unsportsman-like' conduct he said " I have to defend them, I completely support them, this is the way we play, this is our culture"
LOL are you telling me you are uncultured Mr.Waugh?
This is the kind of stuff that makes it so hard for people to be a fan of great cricketers from Oz,retired or not.

Now, what remains is to see India face a humiliating defeat down under after the BCCI is done with flexing its muscles with ICC just cause all the money is in India.

And finally..."Big Monkey"....rascism?, helloo? Are you really so dumb or is the effect of sitting on your ass all day and DNA[ Doing Nothing Again] ???

-->More on this issue.

Happy new year

May the new year bring lot of happiness and joy to your lives.