Basic Instincts !

The gut is a powerful friend. It helps us take decisions very quickly. It helps us process information which we won’t factor in our most deep analysis. It somehow knows more than our consciousness. Simply, it’s a better tool for us to navigate through difficulties in life. And yes, when I say gut, I mean the part of our intelligence who’s working we can’t understand yet. 

But does it always work ? Maybe no. After all, it processes only that information which it already has, albeit in a much better way than we can do logically. Consciously, we can only analyse a few factors to take decisions. Our gut can analyse hundreds of factors simultaneously and give a result quickly. It is the richest gift of evolution to humans. The question is, how do we develop superior instincts ?

First, you have to be close to yourself. The people who care about others and what they will think of their actions, can never have a reliable instinct mechanism. They are just too influenced for their gut to work independently. The external thoughts will interfere in working of the sixth sense. If such people tell you that their gut is saying something, do yourself a favour and ignore that advice. People who are close to their inner self and thoughts, who shield themselves from external influences, generally have stronger instincts. Their gut can process available information much freely. Such people often judge things and people around them very quickly and accurately. Don’t turn an eye just like that if they give you a tip. 

Second, your gut is only as strong as the information it has. So fill in your mind with information. Give yourself as many life experiences as possible. Read as much as you can. Try out different things in life. Do some adventures, take some risks, take the path less travelled. Make mistakes, go through struggles, see some failures, see some success. Travel a lot. Talk to people. And before you know, you will be a story teller. You will have many stories to tell to everyone. And your gut will have abundant information to give you some sense in most situations.

Cultivate and hone your instincts. It’s a very powerful tool. And even if you are not interested to develop your gut, or if you are too lazy to get experiences, travel or read, just do one thing. Stop getting affected by others. Focus on yourself and get close to your thoughts. Just this one thing will make your life a more beautiful journey.  

Musings of an Athiest

There was a silence for like what, five seconds, before I realized that the network was working just fine. It was my mother who went dead silent. "Beta, adharm mat phaila. Tu to adharmi ho hi chuka hai, apne doston ko to mat kar" she pleaded at last. I told her over phone that me and my friends were discussing the reasons why god doesn't exist. I had been trying to convince her since months about the conclusive evidence of god's nonexistence. She would listen, but more often she would just watch me, in utter horror. Of course she had flatly denied my carefully crafted arguments. When she was not able to refute them, she would simply stop talking. But she was horrified by the prospect of my disbelief in god. "How can anyone even sleep when he doesn't believe in the ultimate creator, who watches us every second and guides our every step ?" She would ask.

But the fact is, I don't believe in god. And to her surprise, I can still sleep. Fantastic sleeps they have been, I tell you, as good as the best sleeps I've had when I believed in god. I'm even suspicious if there really is a relation between one's sleeping habits and his theological convictions. God continues to be the psychological support system for billions of humans. It was for me as well. And we should expect it to be. The simple idea that there is someone watching our actions, guiding our lives, giving us directions and parenting us, is so relieving that is often easiest for our so-evolved brains to accept. And it has immense practical utility. It's is, in fact, an asset to be so convinced that you get down to work amidst all the turmoil in your life, simply by surrendering your worries to god. He'll take care and figure it out for us. Most often he does fix things. At least that's how we interpret sequence of events. At least that's how we connect the dots. It is in fact a great tool for the untrained and ignorant mind, and I absolutely mean no offense.

Either you believe in god, or you don't. Every great search starts from one of the two points, and end at the other. My pursuit started with belief in god. And I was adamant about it. I identified myself as a god's creature. My identity depended on it. Not having god control the world was for me not having any meaning in life. The thought that I was not being watched by my creator day and night would make me go mad with a sense of insignificance. I would revolt and deny the idea in disgust, like christendom did, when someone told it that earth was not the center of universe, and god didn't think we were special enough to accord us that honor. After all, like the christians of the middle ages, I too identified myself, my actions, too closely with god, who would spare all the time and attention in the world to maintain a ledger of my life, and probably everyone else's life too.

But the idea did sink in. Bit by bit, against my desperate attempts to clear my mind out of it. We all want to find reason and purpose of our existence, and theological explanations are the weakest stilts to support a strong case. They get as creative as the imagination of religious preachers, who are in no short supply since eons. But if you cannot compromise on reason and logic, science has most definite answers to the toughest questions posed by human mind. My journey started with scriptures, and ended in biology books. In them, I found the trust of an old friend. And I still wonder why spirituality is so isolated from science. Instead of basing our life ideals on someone else's imagination, why not give science a chance ? After all, it was not prayers that had put man on moon, it was science. It was not pilgrimages to holy shrines that gave you LCD screens on which your are reading this blog. It was science. You don't rush to a temple with your sick relative. You goto the hospital working miracles of science everyday. Look around, and you'd see what science had done for us. It has made us humans. Let us not accord it with the same stature what we have given to god. But at least let us give it a chance, a slight priority over whimsical preachings, to explains why we are here. And if we are reasonable and patient enough, we might conclude that there is no god. And we will appreciate the beauty of life even more. I do.

Science is not an opinion. It is not something distinct from religion. It is the strict consequence of the highest virtue of man, his ability to reason. It is what makes us human, and pushes us to surpass ourselves every second. It makes us ponder over the problems longer. It doesn't allow us to leave things as they are on the judgment of god, if there is one. In the extreme words, humanity's belief in god is synonymous to laziness. I will talk what science has to say about us and the universe. But if you are worried in case, be assured that an atheist can be as happy, peaceful, generous and kind as a die-hard theist would be. In fact, you'll figure out, that just like your sleeping habits, these qualities have nothing to do with your beliefs. You too can sleep in peace being an atheist, even if your mom believes it or not.

The demon

That little sound evokes deepest desires of the heart, and every time it unfurls in my ears, there is a sadness and desperation that takes over me. In spite of however cheerful I could manage to appear, there is this loneliness that always stays in my heart. I can feel it living in my body, in my very spirit, changing forms faster than blink of an eye. I can feel its existence when I hate someone for nothing, when I feel sad when there is every reason to be cheerful, when I feel lonely in maddening herd of friends. And every second that I try to fight it, to win back my happiness, I realize that I am fighting myself. I am fighting a battle with this demon which claims to be me.

The demon sleeps within, and it wakes up without warning. It takes over me. It tells me that I am bad, that I am imperfect. It is my fault for whatever I don't have and it is my punishment to suffer. The lack which created it manifests itself in hatred for others, in guilts and shame for acts where I have played no role. The demon tells me that it is fine to have and nurture my fears, to run away from them, and it is alright to tell lies. It tells to be someone I am not. And when I allow it to grow, it tells me that I don't exist. The existence always belonged to the demon, and I am just a thought image, the shadow which has no independent reality.

But today that demon is getting weak, for the light has been shone on him. It can't stand light of recognition. It rules when it is dark, when you are blind to see that you are not him. But when you realize that this demon is nothing but an unholy accumulation of your guilts and fears, and when you realize that you are are bigger than these petty mistakes of past, this demon begins to die. It vanishes in a flash. And then what remains is pure love for yourself and pride in your existence. That is when you regain your freedom, and win back the happiness which was always yours. That is where virtues are nested and life becomes the the pleasant journey it is supposed to be.

The demon is being defeated. Prepare for celebrations. Prepare for king's arrival in the world.

Invention of the human anatomy

It's been a long time since human invention. God did it once, over a period of time, but now I think someone must attempt the feat again. So here I am in my quest to reinvent the human skeleton system. And I have already started. Here is what I have done till now and what are my further plans :

1. I Figured out the core structure of skeleton system.

2. I invented the human skull

3. I invented the chest cavity, and left it to evolve into a rib cage.

4. I invented the scapula, two of them.

5. I have fitted the scapula on back of the chest cavity, both of them.

1-5 is what I've done till now. Now about my plans from 6-18 :

6. I will invent human spine, and will take a gooood amount of time to do that, so that'll be two points.

7. Still onto the spine.

8. I'll then invent the pelvis.

9. I'll fit the pelvis and link it with the spine.

10. I will then invent femur and fit it on the till completed skeleton.

11. I will go on to make tibia and fibula and put them in their right places.

12. Then I will invent the human foot !!

13. From there, I must invent the clavicle. It will then link scapula and sternum.

14. Humerus must be invented next, in our quest to make the human hand.

15. And of course, it has to be fitted in its right place :)

16. Then will come the time to invent radius & Ulna.

17. And then the human hand !

18. Fitting them all together, we can conclude our invention.

And so will arrive our moment of EUREKA !

Guys, the journey till now has not been easy, and it will pose great challenges as we move on. But with your support and love, and by god's unconditional generosity, I will complete the daunting task.

Thank you guys, I must now get back to work.

The man

The sky is blue this moment, and the next it is crimson red. A luminous battle between the clouds and the darkening sun is just about to begin. Heavens are thundering and lands are prepared to be wounded again by the razor drops. The bleeding sky is being torn apart by unceasing onslaughts of light. The mystified laws which have intrigued us for ages, are being written still. It is the play we just can't understand. What was giving us life a moment ago, is now gasping for final breaths. Nothing is absolute. Nothing is constant. Everything changes. And the change which once brought us into existence, today demands our end.

The violent streaks in the sky give away the secret. They were here for a while but are silently fading, only to return again. This is the cycle which moves everything in the creation. Nobody understands the magic, and nobody cares. Everybody is just too worried about the raging war which will consume last left bits of their lives. There is a vehement battle going up there now, but the previous moment, heavens were in silence. There was peace. The little chattering of the beautiful nature was as serene as the god itself. It was a moment of astral contentment of completeness, where you would float in stillness of deep blue oceans, staring at the stars, and there was nothing that could give you more happiness, nothing could take away what you had.

Yet when the death is near, there is one man who is as contended and as happy. He understands the secret. He understands that death is as essential as the life he cherished, that he is far too big to be broken by it. And it's not the matter of this one death, many more will come. But he understands something that others don't. He is detached from the cycle of life and death, he accepts who he is and that is all he cares about. He is free like the winds, like unvanquished spirits. There is honesty and courage on which an immaculate character stands. There is true love that charges every cell of his body. In his very core he is made up of love. There is nothing that he resists, nothing that he is attached to and nothing that he judges. Life and death bow before him, because he is bigger than both. He is everlasting happiness, everlasting freedom.

The streaks in the sky will fade. The battle up there is all but overture to the peace that is about to follow. A new cycle of life and death is about to begin. He is not here now, but he soon will be.

Nobody understands and nobody cares; but he is the immortal soul of creation, the law of the universe, and the reason why everything is.

Pursuit of Peejay-o-logism

And then I held my blog in my arm and breathed into it's nostrils, the breath of life; and it became a living soul yet again. It rested in peace for one year. Many thought it died. But it was only under the watchful eyes of its creator. The creator loves his blogs. He only tests them to the limit of their faith. There might be wait in his bakar temple, but there is no injustice. The Bakar lord is ever generous and loving to his faithful blogs. By his grace, this blog is back to life again.

As the semester began, spirituality happened to me. As the semester ends, I am still trying to reassemble splintered pieces of my life. Spirituality either takes you to god or it rips you apart. I don't know what took me to spiritual path, but generally it is either a tragic incident, 3 idiots and PJs. Tragic incidents you know why. 3 idiots - because it satiates you with 'follow your dreams' pills and following your dream is your pursuit of happiness which turns into pursuit of peace and so on and spirituality follows. PJs on the other hand, are the most beautiful and unadulterated way of god devotion. It is an art, a science, a science so pure that only god is more pristine. You might not believe it. You may even laugh. But friends, I speak truth.

Pjaying, as I believe, is the pursuit of most eternal and rudimentary concerns of man. It is about decrypting human thought in a radical way and inferring ideas from simple expressions that can very well be the science of next age. Sometimes these ideas can be so revolutionary that they are desisted even before they are fully heard. Best ideas can have people making awful faces, stuck in disbelief and their reactions loudly conveying abhor, which can soon turn into banishment for the discoverers. Galilio, for example, was the ultimate PJ cracker of his age. Hated and tormented during lifetime, his PJs acquired cult status within the then-geek community a few years after his demise. It was he who once stood before the pope and said 'Ye mama so fat, she's the center of solar system.' Now it’s exact and pure science and he is the worshipped in all corners of the world. The great devotees are so lost in search of the quintessence, that they enter a state of spiritual orgasm. Randomness that characterizes most fundamental components making up the universe, suddenly becomes a part of their selves. They start renouncing all materialistic pleasures and abate into a state of peace and contentment.

If that is getting too melodic for you to digest, I can also give simple arguments. As I have often being saying that people who can laugh at most pathetic jokes (PJs), can laugh at anything in the world. And if they can laugh at anything in the world, they are better equipped to cruise their way through pain and sufferings, and that too laughing and enjoying. And when that starts happening, they start living their life to the fullest, crossing every barrier they are subjected to and accomplishing impossible all though their lives. Infact, some of the most happiest and greatest people on earth are the ones who have taken refuge in the confines of this great science.

Saying is not believing and doing is believing. Don't care about what I say. Try it yourself. Immerse yourself in the flow of PJs. Start listening to them, start tolerating them, start enjoying them. Lower your standards so much that world starts hating you. Make yourself so pathetic that people despise you. Be so low grade that you become a laughing stock of yourself. And then you will laugh at everything that comes to you. Everything will become a frivolous matter. Forget matter, it won't exist. Everything will be a frivolous spirit. You understand and laugh at the big cosmic joke. You will go mad, but only to the outside world. Inside, you will attain redemption. You will be attain nirvana. You will be one with the god. This is spirituality my friend.

I have given you food for your thought. Now you must chew it, because you must always chew food well before you swallow it. If you don't want to, at least I have wasted 5 minutes of your life. It took me 50 minutes to reach here. Even if 10 of you would read this post, I would have wasted 50 minutes of universal time. That nullifies my time with universal time. We take a whole circle and come back where we started. Big joke, cosmic joke; laugh now ! hahaha ! hahahahahahaha !

GO mad ! hahahahahahaha !

Cautley Nights...

Past few days, or rather nights, have redefined what awesomeness earlier meant for me, and that too in an unexpected territory. While the might and capacity of bakar are beyond any question, you still can't expect it to unfold all it's awesomeness so addictively in a spacetime you are least acquainted with. And when that happens, in a place where you least expect it to, little is left to be said or done, and you are just absorbed in it's sheer splendor. And among all the places, Cautley, situated comfortably far down away from reach of fair humans who dwell in upper lands, seemed like the last place which could suffice my insatiable appetite for bakar. But it was matter of just a few nights which altered all my previous beliefs and theories.

I am a part of a random campus news magazine and also a random organization trying to promote entrepreneurship, and that gives me enough reason to visit Cautley, for it houses all kinds of fellow random members. I have been in these outlying settlements before, and returning back is always an exalting experience. It gives you a much required break from the hassles of the urban life we live up the slope. And imagine trekking to such a beautiful raw place in company of some highly enlightened writers to discuss relationships. When such refined nobility takes up such a task, you can expect highest level of civility in their conduct. The discourse on relationship started with the moderator guiding it as we moved step-by-step from theory to case analysis, scrutinizing relationships in detail hitherto unheard of. After clearly defining various aspects of love, we applied the concepts to real life. It was then that the "random" confessions were made, "random" love was revived, "random" people were discussed and false and unfortunate, yet some "random" associations were forcibly and just for the heck of it invented. Besides that, a lot of non-random stuff was discussed as well, some of which was obvious, some shocking and educating. The awesome night which titillated every sense of our's had to come to an end, for nature demanded such, and it did end, but only after leaving an impact. The night still stays alive in our memories and will continue to do so for a long time to come.

But just when you thought that you had the best of bakar, it amazes you again. Leave a day, and I got a different reason to visit Cautley. Once the work was complete, Bakar started showing it's true colors. Like an honest wanderer devoutly relying on his instincts, I allowed myself to flow in the stream of bakar that followed with a kondy editor, soon extended to include a pinky one as well. And then from self-actualization to more on relationships, from wild and naked dream confessions to problem of excess, everything under the sun was discussed. Without even realizing how fast the time ticked away and dissolved the night in itself, we went on till the last it was permitted. And after the awe-inspiring session, all through my journey back up home, I couldn't help but think and regret of missing out so long on this bakar paradise. The simplicity and generosity of rural folk, and their intelligent ways, all encompassed within their modest demeanors can humble farce people like us who disguise in urbane flairs. I can just express my earnest gratitude and respect for these beings, who inhabit the awesome lands.

And before signing off, here is brief synopsis of my life unfurling in present:

1. I've got new speakers and I'm vehemently playing hard rock to notify the matkas of my new purchase who have made several attempts to kill me by playing songs from '80s C-grade Bhojpuri films.

2. All my feelings for the department which I melodically expounded in my last post, have been falsified, thanks to the trip that won't happen.

3. Catch-22 is some catch, the best there is !

And with that, I sign off !

Typing, Evolution and department of mathematics

Even after loops of scanning you'll not be able to figure out what is so special about this post. While I have no unreal expectation from the chance readers to come up with an answer, I would indeed like to tell them that this post is coming up at a painfully slow pace, because I'm typing it with the universally accepted rules of typing, involving all eight fingers and two thumbs. I had a dream last night of a beautiful Indian girl typing a love letter on an old typewriter in a decaying government building. I am convinced that I can only find and reach her through a stenographical job, and for that I must first acquire necessary skills. And here I am, practicing typing on freeware online tutorials, where I need to burst balloons by typing alphabet appearing on them to see the animals standing below dance in amazement, and to wait for fart like sounds to fill the room when I press a wrong key. Since the newly induced lag is giving me more time to think, some will plead that I should now be more responsible for the content I put up, not like the toilet bakar, which btw, I still maintain was a valid observation. After an arduous wait, my last blog got just 2 comments (generously counting), of which one was my own reply to a rather squeamish remark. These are the times when you think of the good old days when genuine appreciation wasn't hard to come by and there were takers in whatever your mind could muster and spill.

Just like my blog, even I've evolved over time. It may seem naturally routine, but already being at top of the chain, I find further evolution quite amazing. All my thoughts have been altered, to varying degree, about my own self and about things tangible and intangible. My ideas of own my department have witnessed a sea-change. In my first year, the precincts of mathematics department were darker than Mordor itself, and such thought is permitted if you take into account the conclusive resemblance of everyone in department (from faculty to clerks) to foul orcs. The tales of torment this evil empire inflicts on the poor freshman souls can send shivers down the spine of even darkest of sinners. For an year I trembled and cried for my own fate and things didn't change much until I entered second year and found my own reasons to visit the dreaded territory. And when I did, unexpectedly, I couldn't help but feel waves of patriotism walloping me. Walking down the alleys of the wrecked building is like walking in history through times of our revolution. With valiant names like Swaminathan, Balasubhramaniam, Tilak Raj Gulati, Raj Rani Bharagava, Gangopadhaya - engraved on the archaic nameplates, one is bound to wonder if the professors here are descendants of our exemplary freedom fighters. As patriotism diminished my fears and abhorrence, more mathematics started creeping into my life, and the department became and instrument of that. These small doses of interaction were useful indeed, but could never suffice for my unwavering skepticism and the preparations I was making for the war ahead.

I entered third year with valor and heart of a spartan king, to face and conquer my fears. But even before a shield was raised or a sword was whirled, the far too placative stance of the enemy made the battleground too amiable for a slaughterous war. It wasn't an amusement park ride exactly, but the once dark and spiteful enemy seemed to be indubitably generous and concerned. Though always strict, the professors weren't that bad at shelling out marks, or giving occasional breaks, or cracking occasional jokes, or sometimes asking our opinion and then implementing it as well. In fact as time went on, the hatred was discounted to cordiality. We are a small batch of eleven taking on this evil empire for the first time, and every little struggle of ours adds to our understanding a pinch of its own flavor. The iniquitousness of the professors doesn't seem so obvious anymore, it seems more like a delusion of the earlier years. The place itself doesn't seem so bad, the subject not so hideous. I am still not too senti about the department yet, but I can feel a more stronger association being forged every passing day. I can't say if its good or bad, but the department is indeed finding its place somewhere in the whole of myself and lending a push to the evolution of my spirit and body.

While that is all I can say of my department now, I am being lifted up by the beautiful clattering rhythm of my dabbing fingers, which are getting more quick and musical. My typing speed is taking off even before I draw curtains to this post, which may sound a drastic improvement but is actually spread over two days. I hope that one day this skill will help me get that beautiful women, but even if not, I'll make peace with what it adds to me. Till then, I'll keep bursting balloons and wait for my moment to arrive.

Toilets - The temples of a new world order

Let me jump to the point right away. Indian society is not in the most salubrious of the states today, badly afflicted with every kind of social disorder. If one were to map out the roots of an ordinary Indian, he would have to cut through a vexing maze of castes and religions down to bewildering detail. The mind boggling division and sub-divisions within the society conjures up a highly entangled mesh of hatred and more hatred amongst them all. But amidst this turmoil, inspiration comes from an unusual source. There is one instant which effectively dissolves all barriers of caste and creed. The one circumstance for which the human mind can defy, even if momentarily, the enormous weight of materialistic and cultural ties which arrests it's life. When this moment arrives, there is no poor, no rich; there is no religion and no creed. This moment my friend, is great like none other - the greatest equalizer in human society - this is the moment when nature's call becomes a shout.

There is no other urgency big enough than to timely make number two before it burst opens in the world itself. Whatever faction you may belong to, cultural or economic, you will never want to carry yourself in a stained underwear for rest of the day. And imagine the borderline cases you have been into, how many times have you cared about your social status or the caste you belong to or the pride you have taken in your affluence. When you gotta do it, you just gotta do it. And the moment you enter into the toilet and you loosen and position yourself and you know you have made it, rare feats can compare with the joy of victory so attained. You are not just any ordinary person on a commode, you are the king on your throne. The joy of expelling can attain orgasmic proportions. This is the point of extreme happiness, regardless of whoever you are, you can arrive at it. The task demands equal commitment from everyone and favors neither the rich nor the poor and those who can accomplish it, are the kings. You can be the king in spite of whoever you are and this is justice and equality in true sense.

This little run of search-position-discharge brings everyone at one equal level. It lays the foundation of a society which is just and beautiful in demeanor. Our quest for such a world has evidently been a futile effort, nothing more than a clueless trot. The questions maybe complicated, but answers may not be necessarily as snarled. Infact, they are very simple and all around us. In this embroiled society, toilets provides us a glimpse of the perfect world - where everyone is equal, where everyone is happy and there is peace and harmony all over. While nobody can undermine the importance of toilets even today, they are still abominated in general context. What we fail to see though, is that the objects of abomination today can very well be the temples of a new world order.

So next time you are into a toilet to do your daily business, don't forget that a peaceful future of humanity begins right where your butts are.

An over-heated Problem ??

The Copenhagen meet to strike a deal on climate change is making headlines everyday now. Nothing seems as urgent as saving the world. It is imperative for every country to bind itself to emission cuts for consequences of the denial can be catastrophic. We have the obligation and opportunity to be the generation which retrieves earth back from the mess our great grandfathers ( read previous generation Americans, as they are fondly called) have left it in. That is how it is all projected to us and that is how we understand it. Global warming demands immediate action and there is no doubt over the fate of earth if we choose to be delinquent. Yet, one wonders the righteousness of our approach towards the problem. Our measures, to whatever meager sum they amount to, still need to be examined if they are the steps in right direction, and more importantly, with right intentions.

While no one questions the enormity of the problem and the sentiments are strongly in favor of taking stringent actions, there are some very interesting viewpoints and assessments that deserve wider analysis. An Editorial in TOI dated a few days back tried to elucidate why and how the 'Global warming' debate has been blown out of proportion; why this entire movement seems like a huge setup to shift the economic balance of power which now seems to tilt in favor of new emerging economies. Of course, such arguments may sound unnecessary and maybe ignored on account of routine journalism to present counter views. Articles like these which denounce our over cautious standpoint is susceptible to plentiful criticism not just from environmentalists, but even from other factions. Debates like these should leave adequate scope for different opinions, but such adamant advocacy and strong resentment towards a counter opinion raises suspicions of a foul play. Human sentiments have steered the history and have shaped the world we see today. This is what seems to be happening again. By aligning the public opinion around the globe, industrialized nations seek their own revival through climate change. Global warming, besides being a "huge problem", is a necessity, a tacit strategy for their return in a world that is inclining towards the emerging powers. They need to stage a comeback, and global warming promises just that.

The dissidents do not claim it is entirely facade. There have been too many experiments around the world at different times with adequate conformity to reject it as a ploy. What is questionable is the intention and understanding in the global community. The problem is serious, but it hardly gives the impression that the solution seekers are not interested in benefiting from it, even at the cost of others. Europe, US, Japan and others who constitute the developed world have been pushed to a backseat as the emerging economies like ours are spreading their influence. The growth rate for these economies have plunged down to near zero, and for some, even below that. This recession has showed that such economies are now much more vulnerable to downturns while emerging markets like India and China have grown better tolerance. In these circumstances, green industry which holds the potential to turn around the fortunes of the wrecked, rest completely on our sense of urgency. With available technology and capital, developed nations have an edge in starting out in the industry that promise to overtake all others in scope and size. Countries like China and India will be forced to slow down while the developed nations accelerate right back on path of growth .And this is the reason why these countries are so unwilling to share technology and capital and why they want to burden us with unreal responsibilities after polluting earth for over two centuries. The wheels of capitalism are in motion again, as some prepare to save themselves, even if it comes at the price of drowning others.

The Copenhagen meet is at a verge of a breakdown. Developed nations haven't moved an inch on their propositions. Developing nation, quoting an English daily, "have pulled the emergency chain before the train collides with an unbreakable wall". In a sense this is good. A bad solution is worse than no solution. Unless developed world realize the true magnitude of the problem and desist itself from the greed which has left us in this turmoil, we shall remain incapable and foolish as ever to save our own selves. I neither side the hardliners, nor the critics and cogently realize the weight of the problem that looms over us. But illogical decisions based on wavering human emotions can do humanity no good. History will approve as it has seen the fall of some of the greatest civilizations when greed corrupted their values. We have over exploited the little planet, to the extent that it can undo all our evolution in matter of years, something which it is completely capable of. There is a bigger challenge than the climate change today, and that is to face ourselves and ask - Are we ready to change ? Do we accept our mistake ? Can we give up our selfishness and greed? At this point, the answer doesn't seem affirmative, and unless it is, we can't expect a solution. Copenhagen will subside in history as one of the biggest failures of the mankind. Not where humanity failed to delineate a sensible political draft, but one where it failed to confront itself with dignity and prudence.

Khai-Khai

It took me a good measurable time to realize that 'Anonymous' was no Greek philosopher, even though his quotes found their way right next to those by Socrates and Aristotle in popular English dailies (Secretly, I still imagine him as a Bald man with loads of beard straying all over his face). Nevertheless, I still value and preserve much of his wisdom I mustered during my school days. He had resolutely emphasized on human relationships and its complexities and why is it so important for us to address them with the attention they demand. Had the Greeks taken some time off writing volumes on astronomy and trigonometry and paid a little heed to what the bald man with loads of beard had to say, they would have actually been worthy of the hype they've left behind for themselves. After all, it is the intricate web of human relations that bonds everyone of us into a society and thus into civilizations which propels our advancement. It's a fabric holding entire humanity together and you don't have to be a great philosopher or a rocket scientist to get the idea. Yet, we continue to be oblivious to the grand scheme of things. We overlook the patterns as if they never existed, as if they are inconsequential. Instead of solving the puzzle, we just keep on complicating it. It's like total chaos all around and as Mr. Anonymous would have sadly pointed out, we are loosing ourselves into it everyday, every moment.

And while the entire mankind seem to be traveling the erroneous path, the brilliant B-Clan (Bakar Community) of R-Land seems to have provided a break. And what a break it is. It has taken the entire place by storm and promises to be the next revolution that can change the world. Take note Mr. Obama, this is what you might want to talk about in your next speech. For all the uninformed, this phenomenon is called Khai-Khai. Veterans call it the holy game (That would be Vidit Agarwal and gang.) The name of this divine game is composed of one word, repeated twice - Khai. Khai is a steep fall leading to a sure end for every thing that goes for it. It may sound dreadful, and the way it is pronounced in iteration sounds more like a childhood game like ghar-ghar and office-office than instilling any significant fear. But the fact is, that it actually embarks on something as fundamental as the harmless emotions that characterize children playing those games with iterative names. It is a simple game which paves way for humans to open up and find where they stand in the labyrinth of life.

It is a game with a hypothetical situation (having dreadful real consequences) and 4 simple rules. The situation is that you are standing with two of your dear ones on the edge of a Khai and circumstances such arise that you are to save one and end your tryst with the other by pushing him down to a painful end (hypothetically of course).The rules are as simple as a boolean expression. 1st, you can't save both of them. 2nd, you can't push both of them. 3rd, You can't jump yourself to avoid an answer and 4th, you can't deny a decision. You have to choose one and you have to do it veraciously. And that's about it. It may sound simple, but you can appreciate the challenge only when you give it a shot yourself. It is an open forum, a battle against yourself. You play with no one else, but just against your own negligence in quest for your own enlightment. The game doesn't end with one question. Questions are thrown on you one after another, with all the permutations and combinations you can think of, ultimately to craft a list of people who matter to you most. The game continues for hours with an unspoken promise to say and hear only truth and nothing else. Even if you try, the game is self-structured to offset any kind of diplomacy and pretense. Layer by layer, every person is unleashed. Hearts are broken, relationships are strengthened, barriers give way to new alliances, just to make some fresh wounds. It is a roller coaster ride that takes you through shock and celebrations, joy and sorrow, love and realization in some of the most defining moments of your life. It reveals who you are and where you stand in the human ecosystem that every individual builds for itself. Khai-Khai lets you evaluate the entire humanity against yourself. It is beyond awesomeness !

Let me construct a small example of how difficult and interesting it can be. Since to ensure everyone understand what we are talking about, I'll replace the characters by important organs. I don't know if I'll be doing justice to the game since it is experimentally found to work best on humans, but you can at least get an idea of what its all about. So here is A playing Khai-Khai with B.

A : Let's play Khai-Khai

B : Sure

A : Okay, choose between right hand and left hand

B : It's a no brainer. Right Hand of course

( Everyone anticipated it. It was his right hand after all !!)

A : Heart or Brain ?

B : ummmm....this one's a little tricky

A : ( Brags a little for framing it)

B : ( After some thinking) Though, I know Brain is more important, but I listen to my heart more. Let it be Heart.

(Many sitting around are shocked. A knew it, as he claims. But Brain can't believe it. He remains silent and try to appear indifferent, but he is shocked to the core. Heart, on the other hand, always knew it. B turns healthier with red cheeks in days that follow !)

A : Aur ab Mudhe ka sawaal. Eyes !!

B : Nooooooooo......

A: Yes....

B : Not this one...I'm not answering this

A: Right eye or left eye ?

B : Shit. I can't answer it. I'm sorry.

A : You don't have that option. You have to answer.

B : But they are both same. Exactly Equal.

A : You have to choose one.

B : This is insane.

A : Just choose one.

B : ( Thinks a lot. He wants to give up, but can't...it's Khai-Khai after all)

B : Okay ( Eyes on him now. Complete silence)

B: It's......( More eyes follow. Hearts pounding)

B: It's .........I can't do it !! They are both EXACTLY same.

A : That won't do B. Just say it.

B : Okay OKay. Though they are both equal, it's the...left eye.

(There are murmurs in the crowd, faces staring at each other to make sense of the declaration. Right eye is shattered. Left eye tries to maintain decorum, but still find itself boasting with left eyebrow penetrating almost into the forehead).

A : Bhaiya...Macha di !!

A : Now left eye or the heart ?

And it goes on.

So if you want to get a true feel of the powers of Khai-Khai, you have to allow yourself to play it. It'll be full of surprises, sometimes much to your dislike. But you'll resign with content at the end of the day. Inspite of every feeling that goes along with this game, it promises more satisfaction than you could have bargained for, for nothing is more enlightening than the truth itself. It is the game where you want to speak the truth when nothing compels you to, but your own inner self. And since all this is so dynamic, you have to follow it every day with every single person who concerns you and there are people who do that religiously. In fact, sources claim that after an immensely popular and life changing season 1, Khai-Khai has now entered its second season with wider fan following. That is the power of truth. That's the magic and addiction. That's the solution and revolution. And that is the essence of khai-khai, which so beautifully resonates with the purpose of our existence. If you want to understand the meaning and origin of life, stop taking refuge under clueless babas or spending billions on stupid underground accelerators.

Play Khai-Khai and enlighten yourself !!

Absolutely random and uninspiring post

As in regard of tastes and eating habits, I presume I’m quite as normal as anyone around is, except for minor deviations from the standard normal curve of food habits. I may sound a bit mathematical, but as a matter of fact that’s the way I am evolving. Thinking in discrete ways and trying to model different situations of life into mathematical equations has happened to me more than once now. It’s quite fun and imaginative and definitely not at all geekish as it sounds, for I never play by the rules of the subject. I, infact invent my own rules that suits my mind better (and in some cases allow Chuck Norris algorithm to strangle the problem with a cordless phone !!).

Breaking out of digression, I'll resume by expressing contentment over my food habits except on some occasions, notably those involving sandwiches. Sandwiches are tantalizing, succulent and symbolic of lighter moods and good times. Millions of people around the world will fondly recall how sandwich has played it's part in their times of celebrations, joy, sorrow, winter, spring, love, peace and what not. It finds mention in thousands of stories of everyday lives of humble mankind, in recitals and in epics. Sandwiches are beyond word...they are awesome !! But unfortunately, I don't share any sentiments I've poetically tried to expound. They come from my peculiar observations of people who are madly in love with this little things. Years have gone, but I'm yet to figure out how anyone can even sparingly relish these neat triangles full of filth. The idea of vegetables (especially cucumber) mollified in butter and all that covered in bread sounds absolutely hideous to me. It's appalling and very dismaying. You just can't ignore it. But then people will disapprove. They love it, and they do that very generously. When we talk about sandwiches, Yes, I do feel abandoned. I declare here that even after a strenuous search spanning years, I'm yet to find a single person who despise sandwiches as strongly I do. Among many desperate measure I have taken in my quest, I confess owning and moderating a single member community on orkut for an year - 'I hate Sandwiches'. No one subscribed to my ideology. No one still do and I feel helpless at times. In my defence, I want to say that I genuinely tried, but even after umpteenth attempt, I'm not able to alter my feeling towards them. It'll be with me till my time, and after that the world shall forget this loner forever.

I hate sandwiches. Though it fascinates me and grilled sandwiches subdue my hatred to some extent, but I still hate them like anything. And so do the coffee in CCDs and Baristas that people like to have with them. It is a sad story. One that results unconditionally and entirely out of circumstances. I loved CCD for all the good times of my sweet teenage and I loved that trip I had in first year with my best friends. Everything was great. We had a delicious breakfast on last day in a CCD romantically located on top of a hill in Mussorie. Everything was so unnaturally perfect that something had to go wrong ( I Interpreted I'll screw my mid-terms in exchange of so much happiness, which I eventually did). Things turned bad in a different way as well. During our descent back to R-land, some pseudo forces started acting upward on my coffee and other goodies I savored with it. Regurgitation drowned away the sweet memories of the trip and taste of coffee became synonymous with vomiting ever since. 'Don't think about chocolates and coffee' - my friend advised me during that harrowing time. I tried following his command but in a pathetic effort, I couldn't think of anything else but chocolates and coffee. Now every time I feel like throwing up, CCD and it's coffee and hot fudge crosses my mind. The same goes other way round. Being in CCD gets me back to all those mountains and that journey down the hills with all the puke and it's thoughts around. It has mercilessly left me devoid of all the good memories of past and coffee in CCD is a closed chapter for me.

And finally we come to pizzas. Before moving ahead, let me clarify that I love them and they are my idea of a really good time. But strictly, I'm a fan of Pizza hut pan pizzas only, and one amongst them that walks out with all the honors is Veggie Crunch. After a tiring JEE, my hungry self feasted upon this lovely pizza for the first time. It was love at first bite and the affair hasn't ended yet. Infact, the girl with sweet voice taking my orders in some call centre knows that over 90% of time, I order this specific pizza only along with cheese garlic breads. While I'm so fond of veggie-crunch, I have never liked anything Dominos or Papa John's has ever invented. Once again I'll shy away from normal food trends here by announcing I've not enjoyed, infact I hated, the much celebrated variant of Dominos pizza - The cheese burst. I know people are mad about it but for me, it's lot of cheese for the taste buds that adore true taste of pizza. Come on guys...cheese is tasty, but it has no right whatsoever to overwhelm the taste of pizza, something that is so classic in itself. I prefer pizzas unadulterated, least so by cheese. Unlike coffee in CCDs, I have no regrets to inform my utter disregard for this kind of food that is so low on creativity. It's just a bribe of cheese overdose to hungry uninformed people at a cost of loosing something so much blessed, so much eternal.

With that I'll like to conclude this post. Though I'm not very fond of South Indian food too, But I've found a decent amount of humanity not liking it as well.

Rest assured, I'm perfectly normal in all other aspects concerning human lifestyle. At least, thats what I perceive and any comment on the same shall be entertained only if conveyed in most diplomatic and encoded way.

TATA BYE BYE CYA SOON

It's time to bid a very happy farewell to 2008, quite a eventful year !!

Wish 2009 bring more prosperity and peace...


and yes, I forgot to even wish my Blog a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY who turned 1 just a few days back.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG :)

An old gossiping women that we are

A semester came and a semester went by, and amid the cruise I comfortably ignored the torpid existence of my blog. Such things never happen for the first time with me, and especially if we are talking negligence and unaccountability. You can say, I have a history. But all things apart, I no longer fancy stretching this post with inconsequential fables of my life. I would have wanted that a few days back, but not now. I'll reserve that luxury for the subsequent posts. Right now like everyone else in the country, my thoughts are predominated by the terror attacks in Mumbai and our own inability to protect ourselves from such intrusions.

About 10 days ago, terror shed it's shadow on our beloved city Mumbai. Dark chapters are registered everyday in this country's history, whether they are communal riots, wars, discrimination, bigotry, corruption, shameful political dramas or terrorist attacks. This year we had seen it all. 64 bomb blasts in last 6 months. But this time it was far too much adventure, far too much destruction. A boat walks right from Pakistan, straight into the heart of our city creating havoc, leaving hundreds dead and a nation mourning.It wasn't just a terror attack, it was a proper foreign invasion. I don't know what to feel; feel sad, feel anguish, frustrated, stupid, dumb or what.

I no longer feel secure going out shopping now.My parents forced me to call off the Goa trip we were so excited about. England team withdrew it's tour midway, fleeing back to the safety of their nation. No champions trophy this time. No tourist outburst for the Incredible India. It's a financial loss running down in billions, and it's loss of faith and security. Maybe that's what these terrorists wanted to achieve. And maybe I could safely claim, they have not disappointed their masters. But yet again preserving our wonderful record, we easily let things happen. Where was the security ? Where was the intelligence? And why do we turn diligent or start contemplating only after adversity dints it's way into our lives? This time we have been rendered naked and everyone can see how just unprepared we are. It's not about a security lapse. It is about our thinking and our mentality.

The reaction of the government, those wonderful statements that government issue right after such a disaster, sometimes they so make me feel if I could just evaporate into thin ether. It is at these times I feel so disgraceful being an Indian. Look at Israel, these fanatics kill their 2 citizens and they strike them right into their heart. These terrorists won't dare spell Jihad against America again. And see what we Indians do. We condemn these attacks. A few years back, Bangladesh killed our 16 soldiers in an erratic aggression on eastern borders. Now a country like Bangladesh which can't stand a chance against our might, dares to kill our soldiers in a fight born out of our sheer passiveness. And still what we do, we condemn the attacks and we pass a proposal in parliament 6 months later denouncing the attacks and promising to take action by building diplomatic pressure on the neighbor. Can't you sense this is what old fearful women do. Men strike back, once and for all and the enemy conceives a 1000 times before daring such a feat again. Old fearful gossiping women lay quite enduring all the pains while men rule the world. America never needed the consent of world before evading Iraq. No protests around the world or even in it's own territory ever mattered. While we, we Indians, after all such attacks try to prove America and the world that our Neighbors have been involved in fostering terrorism. We seek permission from the world to take actions. We are so feeble in taking decisions ourselves that at virtually every point we affirm that we are still slaves. We will take lots more time to break the thousand year tradition of slavery. Why don't we just accept it ; we are just too soft to live in this world.

Of course, we live in a nation that has served under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi and likes. They taught us non violence and peace, the universal values that remain valid even to this date. But surrendering over to these values while terrorists roam fearlessly in our country and ripping apart bodies of our people is not practicing non-violence. If somebody threats your existence without any sane reason to do that, you have full authority to wipe them out of their roots. I don't think we need any permission from anywhere around the world to hunt down these terrorists if we are sure of their hide-outs. We need a strong leadership, one that can use all the diplomatic weaponry to choke the finances these terrorists are thriving upon and which can summon the defenses for an invasion right into their centers if the need ever arise. We are in paucity of good leaders and our corrupt and impotent political system is incapable of fulfilling that demand. If you look at the core, the solution lies in the change of mentality, change the way we think and all the changes will trickle down to other factors consequently.

The only positive this entire episode has brought with it is a sense of awakening. People are getting united to fight terror, and not just terror, they are raising their voice against the crooked and fraudulent political system. People from all walks of the life belonging to all factions of the society are gathering to express how annoyed they are. The politicians of our country, the dirtiest creatures ever to assume life, they have finally started to hear our cries of belligerence. I can't infer that this incidence can spark a revolution. But slowly things will change, as they are changing now. Democracy is the last revolution in a democratic setup, rest all other changes take their time to happen. Change is bound to ensue, as our society is undergoing transition and as our youth is becoming more responsible and expressive. But I fear, there will be still many more attacks that'll follow before we can break the mind barriers that has enslaved us for centuries. Many more soldiers, many more brave officers will lay down their lives for our protection. This nation can never forget their sacrifices. They died by the bullets of terrorists, which pierced their brave souls as a consequence of decades of treachery by our politicians. They are no less than terrorists, even more foul. And we have our own contribution in their making. This is a moment of shame for all of us. It's time to regret and cry, but more than that to learn a lesson, so that we can undo the mistakes that has brought us here. This nation is like our mother, a diseased one, but still she do everything to nurture us. It's time to pay her back.

The only concrete solution to this problem, I'll stress once again, a change of mentality. Once we promise ourselves that we'll not tolerate anyone exploiting us, whether they are politicians or terrorists, all problems will meet their solutions in the aftermath. Good leaders will come out from good people and they'll serve the wants of this nation through democratic channels. All we requires is to break that barrier that has been binding us for long. We need to believe that we can invoke a change. It is tough, but unless we believe in ourselves, there is no progress we can make.

An entire semester came and an entire semester went by, as everyday I saw a quote on my notes register

"The Person who cannot believe in himself, cannot believe in anything else"

I saw this entire story and then I remembered this quote by Roy L. Smith. Suddenly Everything started making sense.


P.S : I request the people of this nation to live like men, but I nowhere want them to perceive that I am a male chauvinist.

P.S.S : That was a DJ !! ( Dang Joke, a step below PJs)

P.S.S.S: Jokes apart, I'm very serious about this post.

Jaane tu ya jaane na...( The review of my life )

The sodium light transpiring into my room from that old window unfurls itself all over the room. My pupils are wide open, enough to see every trifling detail making up the place. Things like this don't befall often, because at four in the night, I'm generally lethargically crashed to bed. But Now, I'm here, my eyes wide open and my savage mind more clear than ever, a stir of thoughts flowing over space and time as I prepare myself to encounter my past, my present and my future.

It starts when I was young. I often used to visit a fantastic hang-out place with my parents, that's DC, District center, as we fondly call it. Actually, this place generally brim with friends, hang-out buddies, college guy, couples etc etc. Those were the days my body clock went out of my understanding and I discovered puberty. I acquired new habits to discern every pair of shaved legs, espy every enlarged butt, observe all the burgeoning tees, secretly glancing on every girl, her boyfriend, her friends, and other flaunting groups all around. Those guys and gals were my inspiration and my idea of college life, but almost on all occasions I used to bump into a group of losers. And now what do I mean by losers ?

Losers, as in my conclusion, are the group of those guys hanging out together looking dreadfully humdrum, uncool and you-know the typical kind of feel they would measure out to the atmosphere. The reason, the proper reason for such kind of abysmal emanation was just one - There was no visible tinge of women in their life. Of course, mothers and sisters are not counted. Just by looking at those guys one can make out they will never have a girlfriend in their lives, and their parents will arrange a marriage for their losers in due time. Even then, they were never not hanging out together. They were just crying over their wretched fortunes or laughing at the world for the shit that crowds it. Typical losers. You just know they are losers, no second thought, verdict delivered. Anyways, a small point to be made. whoever I assumed to be those losers, they always looked as some science freaks !!

It's about 6-7 years now since those trips. But life has taken strange turns. Time is an unusual thing. Sometimes it slow downs, sometimes it runs too fast, you know, it changes it's speed a lot. But still it just ticks away at one same speed. I can look at my clock now, which is hanging harmlessly over the wall and isn't very much like how I see it during light, but it still quite seemingly tells me that it's just few more minutes to dawn. And then the sun will rise again, cracking that blue light in the purplish black firmament. A new day will begin, and it will end and begin again and the cycle will go on forever. And somewhere in those cycles I'll see the world, I'll live my life and then I'll fade into the eternities of the life. Thoughts like these don't befall often on me. But today is different. Today I saw Jaane Tu ya Jaane na. No, it's no special film, nothing great or epic about it. 2/5 is a brilliant rating to go with for this one. It's that simple old testified and tried love story, the same old wine in a new bottle. But then you'll subscribe with me for the sake of that old wisdom that as the wine gets older, it gets more intoxicating.

Love stories are really common in our flicks. There may not be even a dozen successful movies without featuring a romantic affair tinseled with half a dozen songs. But does the reel life so significantly depicts the real life? Suddenly if Bollywood becomes the gauge to measure this country, half the time the beautiful men ( with six pack abs and funky dress sense) and women ( tall, fair, educated, sensible and cultured) would be falling in love with each other after years of best friendship and fighting their parents in most cultured way. The rest half, they would be singing songs, making humor, bashing bad guys and stuff. Not quite really close to reality, is it ? But still, sometimes it embarks on something so important, so natural, so crude, so perpetual..you know... and that's love, the companionship of the opposite sex, you can't hide these desires for long. Indians aren't know to be much adventurous when it comes to finding mates or losing virginity, but then luckily living in such a liberal minded family and having made so many friends who were girls, it seems so paradoxical that I still haven't satisfied that ultimate rapturous desire.

That's it. Sky is going blue now. Birds and chirping already, and my mom is preparing herself to break free from slumber. But it's still not so clear. Something is wrong. Is it the AC ? The room is chilled now, even as I comfort myself in the quilt. I'm not feeling cheerful. Maybe because I don't have any girl in my life. I'm 19 now, at 20 an average Indian male discovers the joy of manhood. The height of the bridge don't worry me more than it's foundations. The problem is I even don't have a true love in my life. It's not that you need one so desperately for you, it's just sometimes you think that there should be someone you could share some moments with, if you could ever just talk for nights on with her, sometimes just lay down on her shoulders and look at the infinity that abounds the sky and those stars that glimmer in deafening silence of love. It's just those moments where the clocks slow down forever, where times runs paces as it had never before, when it just ticks away tick by tick, and the whole creation dissolves in it.

Somewhere far in neighborhood, an alarm rings up, diminished sound, nonetheless distinguishable. Chain reactions work amazingly when left to nature. The ringing alarm ringed a few bells in my mind. I'm sure, if I haven't been distracted to it, these thoughts would have never occurred. I just realized something. When with my friends in DC, after that Okay film, I was more than desperately scouting for those losers inspite of all the beautiful womankind that inundated the air. Now I realized, why I couldn't find them. Because it was us now. Yes !! We are the losers. No girl, no love, we are the f*cking damn losers !!

My mother is already up, maybe refreshing herself before lodging into the kitchen. Sleep approaches to minus infinity, and I can no longer take it. I'm out of my bed to open up the veranda and to notice the roads wet with water and the smell so typical of monsoons lingering in the air. I laid all night wide awake not even noticing the heavy rains that had flooded the city. I used to find this kind of air particularly very romantic, until now. But today, here I'm standing alone, with nobody besides me as I face my past, my present and my future. I somehow convince myself that in spite of every thing, I don't fall in the same category as those losers. 95% of my friends ( including my respected seniors) don't take the pleasures of female companionship. 75% of my fellow mates from DPS struggle on the same lines. Most of the guys I look around don't have girl-friends. But then, it's Delhi. You look around and you find couples chatting and laughing. Yup. It's quite easy to find mate in Delhi, for it's an open and liberal minded city, and I'm proud of that. But then, it just don't happen. You need at least a strong reason and some due time to get a positive feedback. At least, I'm not the kind of guy who can goto a party and mesmerize the ladies with his charisma. Had I been in college, I may have had made a girl-friend long ago. But then I'm in IIT. You know, the land of males. But even the thought that I compared myself with those loser guys just scared the shit out of me. One girl missing from your life, and it seems your life is about to shatter as with your next breath. Sometimes you just think, that one girl, who is not in your life and you even don't know who she is or if she ever exist, if she can bring your optimism and pride crashing and puts you in the league of losers, imagine what a real girl can do.

I tried to convince myself to the best of my capabilities. It may not resolve the truth of the situation. But now the slumber within me is seeding out once again. My mother is now in the kitchen, unaware that I had been awake all night and what all I went through as I scrutinized my life. Neither does she know that I'm in my bed again and would not wake up before my maid would serve the lunch before me. She'll be in her office when I'll lie to her that the breakfast was nice and the day was as good as the other days after I wake at 9. I don't care if the all the darkness has vanished from the skies. I don't care what the birds are up to now. It was the kind of night that don't encounter me often, but it's over now. I don't know how it will affect times of my life. Someday maybe, I won't even remember it. The sun is out and the night is gone. The sun will fall and another night will come. And in this cycle of life, this night and the adventures it brought upon will dissolve forever into hibernation.
Heaven.


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Adhesives under Swiss Guard

Browsing the net or browsing the book stall isn't the only kind of browsing people are doing these days. They are browsing a lot of different things. For example, you can browse your own blog. I just did that wonderful thing, and you know what I found out, I just found that I have been publishing very intelligent posts lately. Very intelligent and for that sole reason, very irrelevant in this world. And then you see, I'm the lord of bakarthoery, not some intelligentstuff theory, or something like that. If I can't publish crap, no one else can. But then everybody in the world is doing that. That's what the web is all about, you publish crap !! It's as simple as that. I'm not the sole responsibility to induce intelligence in the world. And nobody even ask me to publish intelligent posts. And most events occurring around me are some of the most unintelligent things happening in the world. So I, Solemnly pledge today to relive myself of all my responsibilities to make this world an intelligent and hopeful place to live in.

Okay (sigh !! feeling relieved). So lets start with one of those things that just happened to me in very recent past, recent enough to call it present. I just met up with an old childhood friend. We used to call him 'Pochcha' ('Pochcha' is a kind of sweeping cloth, generally torn underwears, used by domestic servants in middle class families to clean the floor). His father is the owner of an adhesive company. When we were in 3rd standard, and were like cute little puppies, he forcefully made me believe that he owns the biggest company in the world manufacturing Fevicol, and is the richest person alive in the world for past 100 years ( that was the age of the earth according to him and he didn't acquainted with numeration after 100). They manufacture adhesives by a very complicated and multi-step processes involving 100s of coins. In first step they used to melt the coins and in second step it became adhesives. These coins were swiss Rupees, worth hundred of rupees and were manufactured in their Swiss factory located in Switzerland. Then they used to carry the adhesives back to India in a train, and it was guarded by hundred thousand million swiss soldiers ( I'm just translating how many times he said hundred into shorter terms). And those soldiers were under command of none other than the President of Switzerland - Hitler. Well, I never believed a word of what he said, but circumstances made me pretend that I did.

Today after several years, we met again. He has grown smart looks, and stands 7 inches taller than me and twice wide with 6 pack abs and stretched muscles. Of course, I didn't call him 'Pochcha'. He was on his Charisma, and I learned later, was going back after throwing a treat to his friends, as he successfully tugged 75 on IQ tests on his 9th attempt. Good for him. He really needs it. More than I need those six pack abs and muscles. Luck can be merciless at times. Anyways, as he went past me, I started the all unintelligent conversation, one among those that always keep happening with me.


Me : Hey !

Pochcha : Hey ?

Me: You recognize me ?

Pochcha: Uhmm...??

Me: I'm Amit. Remember we were in school together some time back?

Pochcha: Oh yes ! Now I do. How'r you doing buddy ?

Me: Great ! What about you ?

Pochcha: I'm fucking whores !! 100s of whores.

Me: Great !! ( Pretending to look impressed)

Pochcha: ( Showing off, acting to chew a chewing gum he don't have in his mouth and pretending to hum a song as if I'm really impressed. Bragging actually).

Me: So what are you doing these days except fucking whores. I mean, you must be attending some college right?

Pochcha: Yaa, I'm doing my BA. It's Bay..Bay..something of arts. I don't know the name of the college.

Me: That's nice.

Pochcha: What college are you in anyway( taunting, as if I know the name of my college)

Me: I'm in IIT Roorkee.

Pochcha: Ohhh....IIT ( impressed). Is it in Delhi ?

Me: It's IIT Roorkee buddy.

Pochcha: Yeah! But where is it? Delhi ?

Me: It's IIT Roor...Yaa. It's in Delhi.

Pochcha: So what are you doing there, B.Com ?

Me: It's actually 5 years Integrat...yaa B.Com.

Pochcha: Ohh ! I knew One day you'll be doing a B.Com. B.Com in Science stream or Medical.

Me: Science.

Pochcha: Nice !! Nice !! So ? made any girlfreinds ? ( Showing his muscles as if he was supposed to while asking this question. Life can be very unfair)

Me: Nah ! We don't have a lot of girls in there.

Pochcha: Where ?

Me: In my college.

Pochcha: So what ? I fuck whores all around Delhi. You can't restrict yourself to just the college.

Me:But I don't have muscles like you.

Pochcha: ( Showing off, acting to chew a chewing gum he don't have in his mouth and pretending to hum a song as if I'm really impressed. Bragging actually).

Me:( Trying to act modest, pretending I don't want to slice him into two pieces)

Pochcha: Hey! You know about my adhesive company, TicToc Adhesives.

Me:Yaa...(For God's sake...say you burnt the factory. What company will have it's name TicToc, anyway?)

Pochcha: You know, we signed a deal with a swiss company. Soon we'll be opening up in Switzerland. We'll be manufacturing Swiss adhesives then.

Me:(Here we go !!)

Pochcha: After the deal, we will be one of the biggest adhesives companies in the country. We will become very very rich. Hundreds of thousands of millions of...

Me: Hey ! It's been nice talking to you. Really. But I'm extremely short of time. Got to go. Now. Take care. Bye

Pochcha: Bye ( and wheels off)


A week later, I read in a local newspaper that a local adhesive manufacturing company - TicToc adhesives has signed a deal with a swiss manufacturer of local goods. This deal will allow Indian company to manufacture deal for the swiss company and it's sub-units. And also allow to expand it's base in rest of the Europe. The Indian company, which had been operating locally within NCR, will become one of the leading adhesive manufacturers in the country. It's a significant deal because now even small companies are going global and expanding ata very fast rate, and as in this example, bagging big deals so as to emerge the top players. This deal ...

Life can be very very very unfair.

How'r u doin ??

Walking past the morning newspaper with my unbrushed teeth, on some morning in springs of '03, I saw a blonde named Jennifer Aniston standing with a Golden globe trophy. It was love at first sight. Very soon, we were kissing each other on a marooned island, secretly making love, away from our half a dozen children, which I had fathered her. Now there was another lady in my life and things were going great, until my mother dragged me back to the world pressing me to brush my teeth and getting prepared for the breakfast, that was already freezing now. Now, she can be very demanding and stubborn at times. I would never mind skipping a breakfast, if that can anyhow help my love life. But I had to heed my creator (and over the years, I found out that the hard way), and before she could snatch the paper out of my hands, I glanced those subtitles which clearly indicated where my destiny lies

'FRIENDS sweetheart bags the Golden globe award.'




And that's how I started poking around F.R.I.E.N.D.S, just because of dear Jennifer. I watched a few episodes, couldn't understand much, except for that some sunaffabich bumbling man named Ross Geller was already having things with Rachael. Now I didn't like that. Seriously. And I didn't like that man too. (However, I forcibly changed my notion about him very soon, as I realized I was being too GUNTHER !!). But that's how I gradually got myself involved in the series. And then before I could realize anything, I was laughing with these guys, crying with them, enjoying with them, and having loads of fun with them. Suddenly I had new friends in my life - Rachael, Monica, Phoebe, Chandler, Joey and of course, Ross. And that's how slowly I forgot dear Jeniffer and Courtney swapped places with her. I had a crush on Courtney for a very brief period, but it just didn't matter at that time. That won't be a reason enough now, to meet my new friends every night.

I still remember the initial months of my 9th standard. That was about the time I started spending a lot more time with books, as I realized there was no other option than to study my way out through those tougher academic phases. That was the time academics began to suck and I realized I need to spend least an hour or two on the table, everyday, something I had never done before. That was where FRIENDS came in. Everyday, after my regular hitch with the books, FRIENDS at 10 on Zee English was always there for 5 days a week to help me revive the cultural shock the new academics was giving me. It's like an old friend helping through your difficult times. I would talk about the series with my friends later in the classes, but hardly any of them was seeing them at that time ( Of course, all of them are madly in love with the series now!!). But in those tough hours, my folk-fare deprived themselves of one of the greatest proposals of friendship ever designed.

But anyhow, I continued watching the series, and I take pride in announcing that I watched the 9th season live as it went to air in America. It was definitely one of the best seasons and I have seen the entire season in order for 5 times now. That was a good one, but My favorite is the season 7, the season preceding my luckiest number. Take a look at some of the best moments from it.



Now I don't know how actually I can come up with some of the best scenes without doing injustice to the others. There are just so many. There was this story when Ross and Joey were stranded on the apartment roof, and the other one on thanksgiving when Ross couldn't remember all the states. And that one with the Spa in Ross's home, or the one when Ross hits the pole in central Perk while attempting to hit Joey, and he so fantastically ducks. TOW Rosita dies, TOW Joey "accepts" the award on her behalf or TOW Ross comes in as Holiday Armadillo. TOW, TOW, TOW...And then there were those senti ones too. There were just so many, I can't even recollect them now. Mind completely blocked you see. OverLoad !! This series had this amazing ability to take the viewers through a hilarious rides, with emotional turns and then back to the humor track. I guess that's what differentiated it from the other series, and that's why people became really attached to it. 10 years, mind you, is not at all, on any scale, a small time for any series on American Television.


As I said, I watched the 9th season live and was expecting to watch the tenth season again with the Americans,it arrived a little late in India though ( an year late actually). As always, the season was outstanding but the last episodes, the parting of the friends just broke me up. That were the finals of my 11th standard, and I remember that I went into a big depression for about a week or so after watching those last episodes. At that point, it seemed, I had lost someone of my own, forever. It was a feeling I never had before, I had never experienced how it felt to loose someone, and still I couldn't believe it was happening. After all, they were just characters, not in real life, and thousands of miles away from me. Anyways, I felt the ache, and it gradually went away, but it seems I still have lots of feelings for them, especially for ...well..uhmmm...Joey. After my initial stint with the girls, I guess I found my true love in Joey. Yeah !! Not that kindda love you would like to have on a unscathed island, just the kinda love you have with your baby...or your puppy!! Lots of love anyways. So here I conclude, By giving you some of the best joey moments. Laugh and keep smiling and keep saying : How'r U doin ??