I WONT EXPECT AGAIN

Only seniors show up in the yuktahar mess, and let me tell you that sometimes it’s a problem. Rajesh is one of my batch-mates who can be regularly found there filling his plates, in turn, with all the items available, missing out on nothing. But doubts aside, he gives me good company whenever I am lucky to find him there swallowing something down.

So one day at seven thirty I was at his door, hoping all the way while I came that he better be there. The door wasn’t bolted from inside ( I don’t know why he keeps it that way given that there is a lot of costly stuff that can be carried away, of course excluding Rajesh himself ). And like a good boy I am, I slowly pushed the door open. God promise, room-mate promise, gf promise…I didn’t mean to scare or startle or surprise him at all. But it happened. He was sleeping ( I doubt the authenticity of mine own observation ) and he woke with a start. Now to feel the rest of the description assuming that you already know that I am not that good at description…you should have been to one of the functions at IIIT last year…because our hero danced at almost all of them. Sorry to take you slightly off the issue. Coming back, when I opened the door (mind you, slowly), I was taken aback by what I saw. He threw up his hands and legs wildly, jumped out of the bed, passed his hands through his hair 2 or 3 times, looking all worried, frustrated, frightened and I don’t know what else ( if you felt what I was trying to make you feel, its great ).

The situation turned more strange and interesting too. He said, “She will be angry with me.” All my surprise, bewilderment converted into curiosity. Who is “SHE” that had succeeded in making Rajesh her victim. She must be someone uncontrollably attractive and sensous with all the curves perfectly aligned to create the most dangerous temptation known. I was getting increasingly getting excited by the sudden increase in the complexity of the situation. I was already demanding … who is she…with the most crooked smile on my face…but Rajesh was not an easy nut to crack. He continued, “She is already angry.” Now that’s too much. I got hold of him as he was frantically moving around and said, “You have got to tell me now…NOW.” I think I was to go to dinner…

He didn’t make me wait now. The reply came and the all the aspirations, anticipations, ETC. evaporated into air, “Arre…she is our dance-teacher…re.”

Need I say anything more.

FRIENDSHIP #2

That was never friendship….

Well after reading the previous blog which was high on optimism, you may not like this one….but ya sometimes I do feel like defining friendship…perhaps its make some sense to do so. However strange it may seem but sometimes what we may love to call good friendship may not be that at all.

Friends should essentially be bound at the emotional level, one should feel for the other, otherwise you and this world would be same for him. Do you feel at least some pain when he is feeling loads of it, do your eyes feel like dropping tears when his eyes are flooded with them, do you ever try to explore him, or give him time and space to open his heart before you. Am I demanding too much, if you felt this while going through the previous line then I am sorry to say that you are in some trouble. Hey it comes naturally, you don’t have to do anything. We hang around with people, drink and dance with them, and come back and say that we had a nice time with friends. Hold on, in that crowd, was there anybody, who if suddenly had fallen unconscious, would have put the party on hold or raised some concern in the atmosphere. Wouldn’t you have just taken him into a corner and got back to your usual self?

Often we fail to notice the extraordinary in a crowd of the ordinary. But this mistake can prove to be too costly in the case of friends. Everything comes at a price in modern world…it does not have characters from the Bible or the Ramayana. Care and concern are the most expensive things you can ask for and at the same time the most easier to be overlooked. You may be getting these from someone and unfortunately you might not be noticing. Everybody has his priorities set and it’s both hard and foolish to cling to someone who doesn’t care where the hell you go. And if this is the case with one of your friends then you better do something worthwhile err you lose him one day.

FRIENDSHIP #1

Well this is going to be a long one, you know. I am gonna write much about it… the relationship, the expectations, the understanding, the sacrifices, etc. Its going to be great. Where the others miss, I want to emphasize on there.

A good to thing to start with would be the devastating effect a sentence or two, brings in a relationship. I can only say, come on. After listening to what one of the two said, the other keeps thinking this way… this is what I got after years of friendship or how could he do that to me or simply weep our hearts out or I am not going to speak to him again if he doesn’t offer an apology… What we don’t try to think or have never been in the habit of thinking is “why did he do so, there must be something wrong with him, may be he is disturbed due to some reason which I don’t know”, things like that. Well I agree that the shock is too big too handle but at the same time the friendship had been too good to loose. Think: is he in good times right now, any family problems that he is not feeling comfortable in sharing, any argument with beloved… these are bound to make anybody upset and get irritated at any tolerable nuisance around him. If this is true then hey you are his friend and are expected to remember the age old adage that a friend in need is a friend indeed… he needs you right now and you are kind of infuriated with him or overwhelmed with your own emotions… it would be much better if you two weep together. Give your friendship one more chance when you think that it’s all over because you might be partial in not thinking that both could be the victims. I hope you would not like people minding your misbehaviour if you too had been in a similar kind of disturbed mental state. It may take the hell of a life to get a “good friend” again.

MERE PASS LAPPY, MAIN HAPPY HAPPY
Finally after waiting for more than a month the day is here when i am posting my first blog entry through my laptop. It came with Red-Hat Enterprise preinstalled but how can one be satisfied with anything less than FC5. So its up and running. I have given fancy names to all folders [ just to enjoy the feeling of having ones own laptop ]. One more good news is that the guitar classes are expected to start soon but the swimming plan seems to have drowned. I am facing a lot of problem in installing wireless nerwork on my system [ actually the others are facing this problem, i am just getting bored seeing all of them trying out the same solution ] . These square braces give a better look, more decent, dont they. May this laptop never suffers any pain...physical as well as mental. May nobody except me falls in love with it. Dearest God, bless my laptop....Amen

GETTING STARTED

waited for too long i feel. I had initially thought that i would kick start this blogging business once again in full flow once i had got my laptop. Actually several other interests have been asked to have some patience till the idiot 14 inch arrived, but they seem to give up now. Till now the holidays hadnt been great at all. A bit of java and some peeping into a few forgotten novels isnt great, to say the least. The plan of getting up early in the morning found the most toughest man to deal with. One special day i did get up after sitting in the bed for 15 min assuring myself i wont regret my decision. Took a lovely round of the campus [meeting zulu near the main building] and then went to gym with firm belief that i might not get this opportunity again. Love remains the uncured disease. And sometimes when everybody is sleeping, i do mutter all alone in my room in the darkness. Damn silly, or damn natural. I do miss people and the memory really pains when some senior meets the eye having the same height or the same hair-style or the same shape or the same colour of clothes as that of a ug1 student. And then i point to the person walking with me....hey he looks very much like...But the time is bound to pass and it passes[ may this is the best part of it] leaving us surviving behind.

THE HEAT IS ON

Well the semester 2 is also over now , and i am really excited, after a long time i had got time to freak out , clean the room , wash clothes , watch movies , eat something ( I mean something sensible ) , check out whats happening in the other parts of the world , write something ( as I am doing now ) , have a long chat with my room-mate as he had been a very crucial part of this first year , find my heart and talk to her heart-out , and go to sleep as often as possible , I almost forgot to mention that I will do some body-building too ( sounds funny...wait and watch is my punchline ) , sometimes you may also find me in quite a good amount of water trying to swim through , or crying at the top of my voice if I won a point in badminton or tt , I will make sure that the matches played by india from now onwards dont miss one very enthusiastic spectator , and if I dont miss to read the timings of F1 on Sunday ( as I will be very busy ) the tv lounge would go vroom-vroom with the sound of the engines , and as my parents have said - I will have milk and juices daily and say to them I love them , try to stay away from non-ac rooms , and would try to bump into programming sometimes ( I said this just to make this whole summer planning more believable in the eyes of my friends from IIIT ...joking, I will actually do it ) , did I say I will learn playing guitar too ( getting too much now na , you people start feeling jealous so quickly ) , so many things to do and so little time , certainly not going to help...but as a nice and good human being i will try to do my best . Best wishes to you too...njoy and dont forget to tell me at the end of it that you too faced the same fate as me....ha-ha-ha.

SPEED

I assume you are a fan of Aamir Khan and have watched Ghulam. Try to remember the scene in which our hero and a train approach each other, the hero running as fast as he could to take out the flag inserted in between the tracks. The hero just manages to do it--the distance between him and the train remaining no more than a few millimeters. He jumps off the track and saves himself for the heroine.
Now cheer up because you are reading the blog of none other than Aamir Khan.
I was out to buy wood for the bonfire alongwith my room-mate and Piyush. I don't remember exactly but we were somewhere near Lakdi Ka Pul. We were walking on the foot-path. The road is straight out there but there is some sort of semi-circular arc with a bus-stop so that the crowd can be kept away from the main-road. I was walking carelessly. While crossing one end of the arc, I saw a bus coming speedily. By then I haven't realised that there is a kind of bus-stop there and the bus would be taking a turn. The wheels turned and the bus rushed towards me. Now in this situation the expected victim is supposed to be a little quick and the driver should apply brakes as forcefully as he can. Whether it was going to be horrifying or not I didn't get the time to realise. Sadly the driver didn't apply the brakes and the bus, like a shot fired at me, zoomed towards me. When the bus was a few millimeters away and death more closer than I had ever got a chance to see it -- I jumped aside almost in a reflex and during the process I felt something whiz past me, almost touching me.
Sometimes it can be so close and the faster the easier.
Thank God to bring me alive out of it.

BEAUTIFUL HALLOWEENS

It wasn't just another day. Got up at 11 because my room-mate was making too much of noise as he got dressed up (don't tell him). After wasting 20 minutes in removing wastes, I went to sleep again (it took longer than usual, probably because I slept inside). I got up at 12:45 , got ready, took my lunch. I enjoyed taking lunch not because the lunch was enjoyable but because Vivek Prakash was sitting beside me. He has actually given up. So I have an exciting news about him that will relieve some and depress others - but I will tell only if you meet me personally.
After coming back I tried to concentrate on ES.....first time after 2nd mid sems I had tried to concentrate on some subject. But Oh!! Bang came the room-mate 2:30 shouting ,"Design something for me, I have to go to 'halloween party' ". Now that's too much - when does this new kind of day came into existence. I immediately picked up a dictionary and found out that it is a day when deads are believed to come out of their graves. Hey dude, now that's really exciting. Soon I found myself cutting papers and alternating red and black pens. Shrikant needed a gown and a groom, but sadly the UG1 portion of GH can't provide any. So the man with the mask was appraised. But what's this - Prash, Paggu, Piyush, Maruti-800 everyone ready to go leaving me and NIFT alone. f*** ***. After many agreements and disagreements, it was agreed that we too will somehow insert ourselves in Santro waiting for us outside NBH. Hang on, we have to look like a halloween - that's a prerequisite. Agreed Himank doesn't need to make up but I do. Had Himank dressed like a halloween it could have been fatal for others. But after all he is kind, so he dressed himself as 'The Underwearman'. Sounds sexy but it wasn't so. What did I become?? What else a man can become with shoe-polish and weird dressing - the 'OM-man'.
The Santro ran for Banjara Hills. All the while we did bc and sang songs more loudly than you can imagine. Paggu sitting on others' legs and facing the right window managed to find some beauties driving cars. He exclaimed , "Saley, Kya Thi Bey". The response was expected as he was getting to see this after a long time ( blame it on IIIT-UG1 ) . Damn I missed the opportunity.
We got down beside a 5-storey building and reassessed ourselves. Will someone be frightened by us?? What must be happening there .... music, dance, games and and and will we be seeing what we have been deprived of in IIIT as though we have committed some sin .... sin so heinous that had made our life as miserable as that of a lemon who juice had been squeezed out to the last drop. Huh!! Sorry for getting carried away. After darkening the marks on our cheeks with some more polish, the lift took us to the 5th floor. We got a glimpse of what's happening up there. All familiar faces.

The lift took us to the 4th floor and we reached the 5th floor shouting all the way ( actually shrieking). Hi to Nitins, Sambhavs, Shikhas, etc and hi to Fred. So, what next ?? A half-filled tub with apples floating and if we wish to eat, we have got to take them out without using our hands. Can trailblazers fail? Forget it . It was followed by some plates with numbers written on them lying on the floor in a circular manner. Participants need to hop from one plate to another till the music stops and person found standing on the plate whose number is called out received a cake. Exciting enough to participate and push people around you. Damn who wins the round we ensured we had more than one cake.
What followed were some crazy dance performances(Paggu might feel bad). Some girl was running here and there, having fun with some of our friends. Partiality. And it really hurts if she is quite....So we caught Nitin and asked him who she is. He replied,"Who Cares??".Amazing.
What will people tired of dancing in a small suffocating room do to relieve themselves? Firstly they will leave the room and hence we did it. We even started thinking of going back to IIIT(can't remember why since when a prisoner develop so much love for the prison). Thank God!! most of us were against it and so we waited. It was a blessing in disguise and something was going to happen. Fairies generally drop from heaven. One at a time is too much. But this time around they rose, the lift bringing three of them to our floor -- energic-31 capsules. And the dose left us breathless, mouth wide open and eyes motionless.
Want something else. Let me recover first.