:D ...

Pitter patter
Flitter flatter
Wop de who de who
I am magic
Life is tragic
Who the Hell are you?

You know, I had this blog saved in my bookmarks(i think it belongs to one of the first outsiders to read my previous blog. Outsiders here wud mean any1 who is NOT Arps et al. ) .. and I happened to check in... after a loonng time ..
And I found this post on it .... titled "Of a Soul and its asylum"...
This was probably the ONLY post on the blog that I could relate with, but something in the thought process/ reflection in the post struck a chord with me ...
and of course, these lines seem to have an instant connect! ..

I mean ... no food-for-thought here ... nooooo...
just words, n rhythm ..and the what-the-heck tone that it conveys, to boot ....

Again...

Pitter patter
Flitter flatter
Wop de who de who
I am magic
Life is tragic
Who the Hell are you?..........
>>>>>>>>

I am magic
Life is tragic
Who the Hell are you?..........

:D :D ....

Oooooh latest update Arps (when ARE u going to get that net connection :( ) ..

It is the Demented Dementor again,
and It *sigh* approacheth me ....
A twig of olive It holdeth out ...
But, it's the hidden Gun I see :( ...

Now that u know the story and the context of the original verse, u shud be able to appreciate it!
somewhat... :(

Sig(h)ning off with my gtalk status today ...

Dont disturb me, I'm too busy being happy :D ...

lolz..even though the sentiment is wearing off now ... still, I rarely strike happy notes .. so lemme document this one *grinning her broooooadest grin possible*

Cheeeeeers ...

Mumbling loudly, and incoherently. Again ..

Term’s Over. Summers begin. So does err… a Live Project (whatever that means, and whatever be the reason they call it that) … and I’m tired already. Without having done much productive work. Mentally exhausted, and maybe physically too (the lift was out of order in the hostel last night .. and I HAD to make innumerable trips up and down.)

These lines suddenly spring to my mind … some poem by god-knows-who, and…… baahhh… al just type it down ..and say no more …

“ sunta hoon maine bhi dekha,

kale badal mein chupti chandi ki rekha ..

…

Kale badal, kale badal,

Man bhay se ho uthta chanchal..

Kaun hriday mein kehta pal pal ..

Mrityu aa rahi saaje dal bal “

Ohhhkayyy …. I’m not worried about my mortality, certainly not! It’s just the “kale badal” bit that strikes a chord with me right now.. though, don’t ask me why, I don’t know myself!

Why am I putting up such gloomy stuff here ….

Why am I putting up stuff here at all …

Aaaaaaarrrghhh … I have lost it totally … T-O-T-A-L-L-Y…

It’s just so weird … how things unfold..

Contradictions, it seems, (and *ahem* Ms. Rand, I know…) .. do exist.. and too many of them.

Sometimes, one wishes one did not have ears .. I tell you, that’s the root of all mental anxiety! Sometimes, it’s just soo much more easy to live in utter ignorance- in beatific oblivion of the fact that such and such thing transpired on such and such point on the face of this planet.

Coz, it just becomes so unsettling … to have a volley of facts thrown in about the same person/situation … and all so very contradictory in nature, that you would rather pull out all your hair, one by one, and rest in peace, than pick out the wheat from the chaff, the facts from the fiction … and determine the Truth. The Absolute Truth.

If at all, something like that does exist. And the damage that such ‘revelations’ do to one’s sense of judgement/understanding/opinion … is incalculable!

And you can imagine the dearth of good literature that I have ever read, that I am quoting from a previously written post of this blog, to express my sentiment:

I don’t like people much.

I don’t understand people. And Honestly, I would rather not attempt to..

Coz, the more I do, the more I have a reason to quit!!

My mind is one hell of a tempest, once again!

I dunno what to do.. I dunno what to say …

Except, I wanna go home … (staying back in the hostel tonight, for a totally unanticipated reason … ) …

Gawwddd…. Let this be over… Let there be a new day .. *yawn* as of course, there shall be ..

Btw: we bid farewell to our senior batch today…

Would like to put down some totally lifted oft-heard quotes on bidding adieu, which donot particularly apply in this context, but are very generic …

“The Old Order changeth, yielding place to the new..

But the old order forever remains etched in our hearts”

I distinctly recall .. this was the quote on the very beautiful invitations that we had made for the farewell party of our senior batch in school.. Do you, Arps? Shilpi? (assuming you guys made it to this line in this extremely uninteresting post) ..

And the other one,

To meet and part, is the way of life ..

But, to part and meet, is the hope of life …

Sig(h)ning off …

Shruti F.

The Blank Verse

Things..

Said, and unsaid.

Wishes
conveyed...and wished in silence.

Yearning ..
little understood. But Felt.
A crescendo .. ending, just before the climax..

A sigh...
un-released..contained...
and unsettling, and sweet.

Words.
Too many, too few.
Unreal. Hollow.
And deep-the ones not uttered.

A tear...
Rolling down the cheek.
In pain; Exhilaration;
Pleasure; Despair.
And the one held back .. beneath the lids..
protected. uncontaminated.
Unwilling to flow. Proud.

A Friend...

That is Self. Critical, honest, loyal. Difficult.
An Alter-ego. The Desired- Non-existent. Somewhere.


A Desire. A Goal.

Within. Without.
Expressed- unfelt.
Felt. Expressed?
Felt .. not entirely understood.

A Thought...

Undefined, and visible.
All around.
Clearly etched-within...

So beautiful, It hurts.
Held back. Protected.
Articulated. To no avail.
Cherished. Withdrawn.

Smile.

Borrowed, Cosmetic,
and Seen- often.
Rejuvenating. Warm,
Hidden- rare.

A verse ...

such as this.

Blank. Sans rhyme.
But, music to the heart.
A verse- Not composed.
But causing one to write.

March 15!...Happy Birthday, Arps :D :D

:D :D :D

Happy Brithday Gudda!!,

I didn’t know what to do …

To wish you on your BUDDAY :D

So, wrote a post for you ..

See I have another EXAM tomorrow (now, I know ur going AS IF … :P)

True, I wudn’t bother with it until the next many hours anyway, so I’m not TAKING TIME OUT OF MY BUSY SCHEDULE … and yet, the SENTIMENT must count ..alright? .. errr… a bit of gratitude wont go waste either :D

You know the other day (around 3 weeks ago), I overheard somebody talking to somebody about March 15 .. and I wondered to myself … Why does that date have such a feel-good sound to it? .. and in a split of a second it struck me … 15^th March! … Arpita’s Birthday! … J J

And thennn, I thought .. hey..this is cool … what do I do to wish her PROPERLY … errmm… of course, considering that u don’t deserve the expenditure of money and effort in mailing a gift to you … but since u do deserve a tiny little token …errr… that would say “Thank you for being YOU” *though without the cheesy sound that it has* … and what more can I do on my blogs .. one is virtually dedicated/addressed to you, and this one ..well, is more or less is the same … ..

And then suddenly, I got a Brainwave :D (or in my case , a brainless-wave :P)

I already have too many christy-isms, JMC-isms, Mannat-isms, documented in my diary (u mite recall those from ur last visit here :D) … and I have none of urs … in documented form! … (even though it’s an integral part of my repertoire of anecdotes )

Before that, let me write down the two testis I had written for you on orkut, for a more meaninggul character sketch ..

errmmm .... here's the first one ....

This is just to embarrass u a bit on a very public forum..Here's a poem that you "co-wrote" with me..(Shut ur eyes arpita, it's one of those dirty skeletons in ur cupboard)I titled it....

An Ode To VJ's Metallurgy
This is the story I tell you...
Dirt in an ore is called GANG-YOO;
waSHING in water what you get...
is BLISHTER COPPER want to bet.
One thing you will totally loathe...
is that SICK-SICK, WHITE-WHITE FROTHE (rhyming with "loathe")
And the result is so TEMPTY-the whole furnace is IMPITY!!!!!!!

Need I remind you the sing song tone that goes with it( from a VERY POPULAR song) that'd make u cringe

The first real testi … hehe … wrote this on her last birthday …

I was waiting for your b'day to do this.....*drumroll* *Clears throat*...I donot know where to begin, coz it's hard to imagine that there WAS a time wen i did not know Her(note the captial H)..Firstly, she's like a hydrogen atom(duh!!)--needs to be paired to let her personality shine in all its glory, so it's always been Arpita-nita soni, Arpita-Shilpi, Arpita-Shruti Shah, ANDDD it's Arpita-Ritu....Her greatest strength is her Wisdom n Silence --she knows she cant always talk sense n therefore choses to listen n speak at appropriate times...n yet she Never looks down upon motor mouths like me..(cud it be Me??-maybe M JUST too good!!)Also, she's ethical-I actually respect her opinions u know(not that I'm a force to reckon with)...I've learnt dropping all inhibitions to get ur ANSWERS, from Arpita.She sleeps like a log n does okay in her life --so tht's a ray of hope for all the lazy bums out there..

for me, her brains(hehehe lets not elaborate), her amazing caricatures n wat not r just a minor aspect of her personality--her greatest quality is that she's all ARPITA from head to toe, at all times, there's a certain energy that she exudes-positive (or negative), but sooo "arpita"...Before u start thinking where does this Arpita-Chalisa end...not that one will not get hurt,angry or feel being unfair-ed with her around-not that she's all white(as tho anybody is..) but the good times with her more than make up for everything else---knowing her is a lifetime experience, very fulfilling n mentally n intellectually stimulating(even tho r folks always thot we never talk abt nething other than F.R.I.E.N.D.S or harry Potter...it's NOT TRUE!!)..God Bless you Arpita..wherever u go, watever u choose to do in life..u deserve the best(dat is whyyy u have ME!--uh-oh wrong illustration dat was,but u got my point, didnt u everyone's "BEST-BUDD"?)

So, here goes …….

Arpita … Documented!

Ø Ritz..as usual, well-meaningly bossing around with her li’l sis and me…this worked best with arpita..though, both of us brushed her away with “Forget it Ritu, Main Arpita nahi hoon” a couple of times … tells arpita the story .. and a Hurt Arpita bursts out :

What is this? Mere naam ko itna bad-word kyun bana diya hai! ..

Haan! MAIN ARPITA HOON! AND I’M proud of the fact ki main arpita hoon.

Ø Thank you! For being my comrade-in-arms against Umm…B$%^& … ;) n for sharing every legitimate sentiment there … ooooh must quote that one cheeky thing you did! .. to challenge the concentration n dedication with which the person corrected “assignments” … you actually wrote a couple of lines of a song in one of the answers ..(“I have a dreaaaam,…a fantasy” :P) … and amazingly, got a TICK-MARK right on it! Lolz .. that was some daring, Arps .. coz we all know WHAT u were messing with :D .. I actually feel like Ron awestruck at Hermione’s cheek ... when she volunteers to steal the Polyjuice potion from Snape’s Dungeon !

Ø Forever …forever… looking for alternative sources of employment for me … If I can’t study … Lo! I can become a stand-up comedienne .. I can’t do MBA, I can always WRITE …

Arpita, why must we cram this .. this is no education!

I knowww… but everyone does it. We must follow suit.

Arpita, I cant do this!

Of course you can!…

Arpita, I don’t GET MBA..

Just do the course …do it your way..you can always do something else later…

…. Same script repeated N no. of times … u know, even I get tired of My Cribbing … but YOU .. actually haven’t given up … far from that J

Arpita, I cant do without Cribbing… and .. I can always crib before you … :D

Ø Two of my favourite compliments ever have been from her …

“Shruti, you deserve to burn in hell”

“When I didn’t know you well, I thought you were such a holy angel.. that only a Halo was missing.. and NOW that I know you *rolls eyes Arpita-ly* ”

Ø Arpita – First one to get all my PJs (sometimes even when those are just budding inside my head), and laugh over them heartily.. loudly … and far too long … all the while going … peejay hai .. peejay hai ..

I recall this one instance when we were checking out these books in a Scholastic fair at our school, and I came across a good joke in a joke book..

I walked up to Arpita .. *extending a hand* “HI, I’m Shruti, your new friendly Dairy Owner” *squeezing the hand in the hand-shake ;) *

Now, for anybody else, it would have taken AGES TO figure out what I’d just done… but Arpita …nopess!! She immediately rolled up with LOUD laughter … and after 30 seconds ..paused to confirm … It means what I think it does, right? .. and with my Nod… rolled up with laughter again!!! …

For all the others with whom I tried this joke, I had to explain the JOKE .. or do the second version of it ..

(Hi, I’m shruti. Your new friendly Railway Guard *shakes hands while making forward-moving wheel motion*) of course, the EXPLANATION kills the spirit of the joke.. and that’s the best part about You… (aaahh…well, used to be .. since now we have slightly different jargon which creates communication gaps L)

Ø Arpita- the one who would (falsely!) accuse me of making excuses to avoid phone calls .. (THIS, AFTER SPENDING 23.5 HRS OUT OF 24 ON THE PHONE WITH HER!! *outrageous*)

Ø Arpita, would complain that my writing was worse than hers (and I agree!!) .. and still Usha Ma’am always unfairly pointed out HER bad handwriting! .. :P

Ø Arpita … who co-read with me the first 50 pages of Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix, and complained when I objected to reading while eating lunch (who wudnt?! .what if we got rajma stains all over it L) and she finally got her way! :-X) .. err..btw, I stopped lending my HPs to her, when I discovered her favourite place for Book Reading. ( hehe .. u dun want me to mention it here, do u .. DEPLORABLE :P)

Ø Arpita – (oooh … im not sure I shud go public with this :P) Who would either not shower for days in a row .. or in a single day shower 5 times in a row J..

Ø Arpita – Miss Questionmark! Just cudnt rest with a doubt in mind .. and always had way toooo many :P .. Usha Ma’am will vouch for this!

Ø Arpita – alwayyys just a call away … (even when she used to be driving) .. for anyyyything .. whether you want to express ur rage at XYZ politician doing abc thing, Brad Pitt (Will ;) ) dumping OUR Rachel .. orrr if u’ve just reached the page in HP and Half Blood Prince wherein Snape kills Dumbledore! .. She’s alwayyys there… alwayyys with wise words, full of nods/ shaking of head…but THERE ..and with a patient ear .. J

Ø Arpita – thankfully, was not verrry girrrly when I had known her in school..actually, *touch wood* most of us were not.. but yeah, she has surely changed a bit now … and im happy for her (at least, some of us are normal ;) )

Ø Arpita – The potatohead - Rosemerta_Gunther … for Hogs .. the sadistic Iranian :P .. didn’t u keep adding me, after I revealed my identity ..and I kept turning down ur friend requests everytime!

Ø Arpita – The only one, in my entire life, apart from my own family, with whom I recall having been unfairly rude ONCE .. when she was lecturing me on the phone ..(err… for my own good), and I slammed the phone down for some reason … and this girl, calls me back ..and calmly asks me to hear her out and not “hang up abruptly” like I had done the last time …

Ø And Last! .. but NOT the least … Arpita – Bhavesh Kumar Ki Behen … she should actually get a certificate for that .. (fancy having a ‘little’ brother who puts u to shame with his knowledge of stuff that’s straight from YOUR own curriculum!) .. *shudder* I rem. Being greeted by him, not with a warm “Hey, whats up” .. but ..a challenging.. “Shruti Didi.. What’s the outermost layer of the eye called??” *gulp* … lolz …

Would you believe that I cud go on n on n on… !

Oh gawd… I have an EXAM tomorrow L …

Again, not that I’ll hit the books from here …

Anyhow … happpppy Birthday Arpita … Wish you all the very best in life ..

May you always remain the same old Gudda .. whom we all know and love …

(haha.. u guyz are funny tho .. Gudda and …Ritz, Chikha was it?? :P .. thank god I never had any Nick names :D)

Ahhhhhh… and now …. Let me enjoy some AVIL Grins … ;)

(parody on smelly cat :D)

“Broooom Man, Broooom Man, what is she feeding you ..

Broooom Man, Brooooom Man, it’s all your fawww-llt :P “

Aaaaaaaahhh.. and I am soooo itching to quote certain lines out here (etched in my mind as clear as ever).. but wont! ..hehe .. it’s ur bday after all ..

PS. I got this mail from HK today *u might be amused*

HI GIRL

HOWS LIFE???

ME IN %^&*$....DOING INTERNSHIP

THINGS NOT GOING ALL THAT GR8....THIS TIME ROUND HAV TO WEAR SALWAR SUITS FOR THE TRAINERSHIP :(

GOT MBE INTERVIEW ON 25...DO WISH ME LUK.....

NE WAYS ITS ARPS B,DAY 2 MORROW

JUST A reminder for my forgetful frien ; )

tc luv

heena

**coding meant to protect the paranoid’s whereabouts, will u believe me .. she now thinks her telephone is hacked ! lmao!!

haha… we RKK-ians are a weird lot! **

Cheeeeers, have fun! …

God Bless …

The Rime on the Demented Dementor ............... :)

It is a Demented Dementor,

And he stoppeth one of three;

“By thy hollow head, and unbridled tongue,

Wherefore stopp’st thou me?

There are tens of things to do,

I have no time for verbal sparring!

Spare me, O’ Demented Dementor,

For I’m in no mood for warring!"

He holds him with his dagger-eye- the goon!,

“I need an answer! ” quoth he,

‘Hold off! look away, you dreadful loon’

Instead, launches a war-cry He!

With past flashes of His Dementoring Act,

The victim shudders in fearful chill,

And surrenders in lack of evil-tact,

The Dementor hath his will!

His mouth spewing inane-est gobbledygook,

Index finger dancing madly in air,

The Victim, cries with a pleading look,

And yet, he cannot choose but hear!

Dementor, Dementor- yells everywhere,

And does-/can not pause to think!

Dementor- demented and unfair,

No scope for friendly link!

Gathering all his dignified right,

The victim heaves a composed sigh:

“Dementor, Get Out of my sight,

for Thou dost infect my eye”.

Ah! One Doomsday, This Dementor,

In my destiny was Flung,

Instead of the Cross,

This Albatross,

Around my neck was hung …

For the uninitiated,

Demented = affected with dementia/ crazy/insane, and

Dementor = a Black, evil hooded creature that sucks happiness of its victims wherever it goes, and thus spreads gloom, despair and fear.

:D

The Cold War- Part II

Back! .. after a rather lonnnnngg wait, Arps, I’m back with Part Two of the Cold War (Click here to refresh your memory :D – The Cold War- Part I ) ..

PS. Avina, if you are reading this … (you and arps have mortally offended me with your dig at Medical Sociology :( *heartbroken/ wiping tears rolling down her embeeay-ed face*.. and maybe I will put up some stuff on that soon here on this blog.. to counter your negative publicity of the discipline :D :D ..although, I was kidding about the ‘katttttttttteee’ … “I said that coz I was mad at you, not becoz I stopped loving you” :P hehe…does that ring any F.R.I.E.N.D-ly bells :D ?

Anywho……

The story…the story!! …

Yeah … soo …. The Cold war between me and Arps had been declared … with a non-verbal equivalent of a bugle...

Now, I don’t remember exactly what happened that evening at Brills … I’m sure something must have transpired, but dun recall the exact sequence of events.

But, over the next few days, the (side)effects of the Cold War began to show. And I guess people around us started getting uncomfortable with the fact that the two-in-one package at RKK had started splitting at the sides.

And people nagged us- both of us… (“kya hua hai yaar, please batao!! … problem kya hai”) … I dun think either of us said anything .. (at least we had this level of maturity that we did not go “pata hai .. usne naa..” *finger pointing* before the junta)

But yeah… things changed. And not for the better!

One great disadvantage that we suffered from was the fact that we now could not unite for common (non)causes against our teachers (Any mean comment from Hafiz Sir , intended to provoke an acid reply from the Lowly-minority-of-Bio-Students, would be met with rebellious glances from each of us, struggling to meet their counterparts )

Some demerits of a Cold War- you have to resist the urge to exchange that knowing glance, the urge to share spontaneous inside jokes (that only u two can fully appreciate), and like I said, your enemies/opponents (read: for immature children of our age, that would mean our ‘teachers’) could walk all over you, capitalizing on the “Divide and Rule” principle :(

Apart from that, it means, no more discussions/updates of the latest episodes from F.R.I.E.N.D.S, the recent interview by J. K Rowling, reading a news item on President Kalam, getting this sudden brainwave of writing mails to him regarding xyz issue, almost subconsciously dialing 9$%^56#8%9 to “discuss” it with someone, only to realize with a painful twinge in your heart, that “You are not on talking terms anymore”, and disengaging the line at once!

It also means sitting through a horrendous Physics lecture at Brills, trying to grasp the concept of Angular Velocity explained in the most unconventional methods of sarcastic, dictated abstracted instructions, bordering on personal vendetta (“Kalakariyaan badi seekh gayi hain aajkal, $@%^ Jee..Jey Angular Momentum ka maan nikaal ke dikhaaye”)… And wondering helplessly(all by yourself) whether CBSE lets you clear the Boards, with a negative score in Physics (hehe.. okay m exaggerating about our knowledge of Physics, but gotto say, there was a WORLD of a difference between what we later studied with Anubhav Sir and some of the nightmarish lessons elsewhere! *I still fondly recall his brilliant explanation of the Doppler Effect of Frequency, wherein he wove this story of two people, one desperate to tell something to the other, and the other, determined not to listen, and derived all equations based on it!… ” :P*)

Well, when the period of the Cold War is on, you can’t share your inane and not-all-inane grievances/concerns with each other … and well, when that has become your staple diet, feeding your system with psychological fuel, life ain’t exactly the best you could have asked for.

And sooo… days passed… it became weeks, and then it crossed a month.. :)

All this while, things looked okay from a distance… I mean, the world doesn’t come to a standstill when you stop talking to someone, but yeah, keep running into that person 24*7, keep hearing (well meaning)jibes from your common circle of friends about “the other” , intended to break the ice, coupled with raised eyebrows even from the teachers … and errmm.... you do have a problem there!...

I recall this one day when Arps was on leave, and Moonface Sir approached me about this Competition that was going to be held in the town … something to do with Informatics..

He wanted us to participate, and asked me to convey this information at the earliest to Arpita, and now, Arpita had come for the classes at Brills that evening. There we sat, in the same large group … and here I was, with this URGENT message with me, which had to be passed on to her. Now, ideally I could have asked any of the gang members to pass it on to her. But of course, none of them would have been kind enough to oblige … coz they were anyway hell bent upon getting a dialogue initiated between the two of us.

Amidst the chattering group, me and Arps sitting a safe distance apart, I toyed with the HOW TO’s of opening my mouth to speak to her after nearly one month, for an unavoidable purpose. All kinds of mean thoughts against dear old Moonface cropping up in my mind for having put me in this Catch-22 situation, I fumbled with to-do-or-not-to-do, and then, suddenly I decided that it was now-or-never! Grabbing at the opportunity when the group had burst into a loud chatter over something (assuming that this was the best moment I cud get away with this potentially-‘breaking-news’ act), I turned to speak to her … (“Quick”, I told myself “ Blurt it out and be done with it” ) .. with a grave, blankest-possible-look “Chand Sir asked me to tell you that …” and ohmyygawwddd… I was not half way through the sentence, that Mudrika kapoor’s voice rang throughout the basement-lobby area “OOOOoooooh look at them, they are talking!” .. and the world’s eyes set upon us… coupled with the oooooohs and aaaaaaahs .. hones’ly, one would have thought that I had just thrown my mink-coat over a puddle, for my old friend. I think I tried to maintain a dispassionate look, and managed to complete that sentence somehow, and performed my karma .... (greatly helped by the fact that obviously, arps who herself had been caught off-guard by my approach, and then equally embarrassed coz of the resulting scene which put us under spotlight, wanted to get over with it, as much as I did.)

So, that was the first time we “talked” (rather, I did) after over a month.

And a few more days passed, with the same pace and lack-of-interaction/dialogue/amity.

Until, one day, when it was 9 at night, and our physics class had gotten over.

(Maybe it was thanks to me, that we were let off few minutes early. You see, unlike the other grown-up, self-reliant kids, who were BIG ENUFF to drive around, I had to be escorted everywhere safely by an Auto-Wale-Bhaiya ji who made BIG blucks per month, by booking his auto for this service of keeping the “will-get-kidnapped-if-we-don’t-cushion-her” kid that I had always been. Now, this auto wale bhaiya ji had time constraints- and would throw a pity-and guilt-inspiring fit, if I kept him waiting for more than a minute. So, here the clock would strike THE HOUR, and if the instructor went on and on, my heart would start skipping beats, and I would shift uneasily in my seat for a few minutes, before finally squeaking (yeah, not SPEAKING!) .. “ errrm…Sir my errr auto-wale bhaiya must be waiting for me” … hey, do u remember, that after some time, in fact, whenever the time was up, and I mumbled restlessly to all the neighbours “mere bhaiya jee wait kar rahe honge :( ” the batch had made it a custom of declaring to the teacher, “Sir bas, Shruti ke bhaiya ji is waiting outside … please call it a day!” *Come to think of it, I have nevvver known a life of dignity, have I.. :D*

Oh gawwd… how I digress from the main topic! …

Yeah, so …. One day, when it was 9 at night, and our physics class had gotten over.

Bhaiya jee had not shown up! … people were all leaving, while I stood there, chewing nails in anticipation and anxiety (it was DARK .. and yeah.. I am a pretty easily kidnap-able thing, although, it’s not worth the effort:D, I suspect my family wont put a high premium on me, and cant blame them for it! )

So, Mudrika, Ritz and Ankita hung around to wait for my Bhaiya Jee (soo uncharacteristically sweet of them )… I was grateful. But, oops, the minute arps pulled out her kinetic, to take off , something got into these people; They blocked her way! … and they demanded that it was enough, and that we “sort” things out (maybe they thought it being nighttime and me being particularly vulnerable and vehicle-less/ defenseless, they could corner us easily) …

And then you had this proper gherao… we were made to face each other (each annoyed, and mad at the rest for this sudden burt of embarrassing DOSTI).. and they all went, “today u must sort it out… talk to each other… what is your problem.. we cant take this anymore” blah blah blah … while each one of us tried to break free/ pleading mercy ..and even anger … but nopes.. they would not relent!

And thennnnnn, icing on the cake! … You had Sachin Sir (one of the office people there) and HKJ Sir (errmm.. the Physics teacher mentioned above ) walking out towards the scene of Action…

(“OHhhh noooo”…. I screamed inwardly- and I can imagine that so must have Arpita ….this was the last thing I wanted … the last thing we wanted was for the Enemy to pry into our private lives, and relish the split-in-the-army... okay,,, maybe I was attributing fictitious intentions to this person.. but … u can imagine what it’s like .. to have led emotional crusades against someone, with someone and then have that opponent walk into your private life, and ADVISE you on how to fix things with your accomplice-in-crime :D… aaaaaaarrrrgghh! ) …. And unfortunately, after gathering some good, juicy update on The Cold War (Was it my imagination, or was there actually a smug smirk on HKJ’s face, all this time…? I dunno…) .. the pair of them merrily walked away, I’m sure with enough food for office-gossip :( :( …

The Rest, I shall relate in the next post :D …..

OOooh do check out this video of Dr. Kumar Vishwas (click here to watch his performance!) ... he is a Hasya Kavi .. and I love his style of delivery !! ... he is goooood...

I'm sure you will like it.. oooh plss do check it out .. I feel so stupid being the only one around here who likes him ... hopefully, u will join the club too ... :)

BTW, Arps, you will love to hear this …. Heena had called me again, the other day anddd when I asked her by the by ;) … “I hope u remember that there is something special about this month” .. pat came the reply:

“Ohhh yeah… it’s Arpita’s Birthday, isn’t it?”

*rolls eyes* …. SEE! …

Happy! … go ahead and have a good laugh … :)

While I cello tape my broken heart … :(

:D more later… cheers ! …. And God Bless…

@ Ashish, U gotto work harder.. *shakes head in utter disappointment* .. I don’t see your marketing gimmicks bearing any fruit … comeon, u can do better…. Work harder to achieve that “moment of glory” on my blog :D :D ..Good Luck !

PS. Leaving comments as a token of your “loyalty” would be a good place to start with …. Lolz ..

Peace :)

In Conjunction with the previous post...

This must be read in conjunction with the previous post that I had posted a while ago.
Just wanted to acknowledge one person's invaluable good sense ..
(again, the same principle of 'straightforward dialogue' that i talked abt, in the post below..)

- Thank you Mansi, thanks for your good sense. (completely unexpected from a creature
like you :D)

I still don't like the human species much, but I can certainly look forward to a more peaceful night's sleep now..

JLU :)

I don't like People ....

[The sentiment expressed in this post is an extension of the previous one, I guess]

Alright, I have come to a conclusion which I must put down in writing: I donot like people.

I mean I don’t particularly detest the fact of the existence of the human race per se, but I just donot have very fond attachment to the species. Barring a few, of course. Though, Very Few.

It’s a weird species, with very strange dynamics. And I don’t have to understand this race; there is no need to develop any kind of fondness, either.

‘Asocial’ is an adjective that I have gladly used for myself, for a long time now. But, somehow, I’m afraid that this quality is degenerating into another one (and this one, I’m not too happy about) : Anti-Social.

I had read a quote somewhere, by god-knows-who … they said..

“The more I know about men, the more I like dogs better”

Now, it seems to me that the speaker was referring to the male species, and was most probably someone with a feministic bent of mind. But when I think of this statement, and replace men with “people/mankind” , the pearls of wisdom contained in these words dawn on me, like an arrow that pierces one’s heart deep.. and deeper still.

I had recently asked somebody who’s smarter than me (even though I know, he might beg to differ on this), for his take on the madness that people often create in the field where I have landed, by fault and default.

And I was told, “Don’t be a cynic. And more than Wise Men, trust your own instincts.”

The Wise Men are that clan in this species who seem to perpetuate and propagate the very quality in the human race,that results in more and more revulsion towards it, by justifying their behavior in terms of, “They all do it that way, why not me!”.

But then, I was wondering how does one survive this? … and the answer that I got was, “I survived..and so can you.”

Now. Alright. Of course, anybody can survive it. People come out alive from the most difficult of places. MBA’s pass out in droves every year… Not all of them come out with a magic wand for solving all problems that life throws at them. OR having walked on a bed of roses.

So alright, I will survive. No big deal, that is. Everyone does.

And then… you are alive, a survivor, with little regard/ affection for your own species.. Since when did education begin rolling out such sad stories?

In fact, the other day, I had very WISELY and with a condescending sigh, summed up for someone, a list of things good and bad, in one word, … “LIFE”. (hehe… congrats dude, finally you find a place on my blog :D)

And well, poohey on that high-sounding remark ...

Coz it does nothing to solve any problem. And the hollowness of this word beats me into frustration, now.

Oh god, I’m just blabbering away … And I probably would not have done this on the blog, had DA been online … It wud have poured out in the private domain of his chat window. And there, the story would have ended (of course, the standard solution that creature can offer for any such problem is grass, coke and the like – errm not very conventional or socially acceptable, but yeah somehow even that suggestion always helps perk things up :P)

But, unfortunately, he is busy pretending to spend some time with his books, I believe .. for a change ..

So here it goes … all the blabbering ... on the blog!..

Of course, this post does not have a very coherent flow of thoughts … but the bottom line is this:

I don’t like people much.

I don’t understand people. And Honestly, I would rather not attempt to..

Coz, the more I do, the more I have a reason to quit!!

This is no criticism of fellow-humans, but a statement of facts, from one among them.

Of course, this is not going to help my cause in becoming an HR person, but then, who am I kidding, I was always going to be a Farjee MBA anyway…

Note: I sure am thankful to God that the rest of the people in my life, who donot have such a strictly clinical place or importance, are miles away from this rut of MBA, which has become my world now.

Just had a convo with Divs a while ago, so will end it on this note ... JLU :)