Movie date II : The bullsh*t continues..

continued from Movie Date I

When I woke up in the morning, I realized that I had hurt my back real hard. My head was aching and my cell phone was lying on the floor. I felt dizzy and was losing consciousness. Actually I was lying on the floor too. I don’t know how but I had fallen from my bed to the ground.  Every muscle left in back was paining.  Don’t know how but I was feeling as if a car hit me.

I saw my roommate lying on the bed, looking at me and smiling dumb at me. I gave up hope and called for help. “Don’t you just look at me like this? Help me….jaldi kar!”

But for some reasons he didn’t respond. I looked up and yelled “Hey Roshan, give me a hand yaar!” He kept looking at me as if nothing happened. I was screwed. I realized that he was not awake. He was sleeping with both his eyes open.

I had seen my roommate who was still having a sound sleep  or dreaming of his ‘I-will-say-I-love-you-like-this’ kind of dreams in which he yelled out ‘I love you’, so loud that the south Indian who lives next door had a nearly fatal attack.

 “Abe saale! Uth B*******d …madad kar meri….abe kamine help me!!!!” I yelled at my peak.

My cries went out and disappeared like a whistle(can say ‘fart’) in the thin air. I grabbed whatever came in my hand. In the process my jeans, my towel and electric iron fell on me respectively (ouch!!).

“abe saale kiske khayalon mein maaraa pada hai…..abe madad kar b$#(*&*^#^n$%ke !&^&^$^#%$#%$”

I thought not to waste more energy on him. I now got hold of my bucket and threw it at him. But the piece of S**t went up and came down on me along with the soap and shampoo. To make matters worse there was water in the bucket. So after taking my morning bath I realized that the soap water bath has made the ground enough slippery that I could move horizontally but restricted any vertical disposition.

So there I was, in pain, wet, covered by my own wet clothes with an electric iron on my thigh next to my testicles and some other clothes in my belly. The revolving fan was such a sight. I couldn’t have seen it move so clearly as today. The dizziness was gone but the pain was butt-blasting.

Suddenly Kumbhakarana woke up with his walkman plugged to his ears.  But this time I had no intention to move. For obvious reasons my body was paining and I had sustained enough for the day. I gave a large smile at him as he looked at me as if he had diffused from one dream to another.

“What are you doing below?” He asked as if I could explain what has been happening till now.

“I guess...Swimming is a good answer in this case” I jerked and wobbled as I tried to move. It was funny but my jaws hurt. Poor me, I couldn’t laugh at my dumbass condition. Roshan came down and put me back on my bed.

“How did this happen?”

“last night…drinks…ouch man that hurts…easy!!”

“Aur peele raat ko….kaha tha naa…no more drinks… magar Ch**t**a hai…sunega thodi na tu meri baat”

“Chal ab lecture band kar” I said as he removed some junk from his bed and found a pain balm.

He applied some of it on my back. I asked “Do you have a nice perfume?”

“Why all of a sudden you need perfume”

“Nothing special. Just going for a treat with some seniors”

“Where?” he questioned. I guess he was taken aback.

“To EQUATOR, where else?” I winked.

“You know, no matter what you name a dog, truth always remains he is a son of bitch. ”

“haan, haan, chal ab sukha mat mere. Get off the bed I need some sleep.”

As Roshan went away in his hoarse abusive tone I plunged on to the pillow.

As I woke up on my roommate’s loud cry it was half past ten.

“Abe uth jaa maa ke…. 10:30 to yehin ho liye…aaj to abhi bachi hui izzat bhi nilaam ho jayegi. Utth saale…maa ch*** main to chala”

Actually I was still not in a postion to move. Yet I picked my bag and reached the class thanks to someone who took me on the rickshaw to the class. I still couldn’t figure out who the person was.

I was like fully drunk and was surely looking as one. Yet I somehow, landed on my bench. The only one of its kind in the class.

I landed on my bench and started watching the professor like all other morons in the class. Its was like a politician giving a speech on terrorism. The over enthusiastic prof always delivered his best when in class ( to his credit) which, I belive, due to the poor conductivity of air could never reach me on the last bench. The guys on the first bench looked motivated as ever and the gals poured every spit from his mouth on their notebooks.

I mean just look at him.What an a**hole!!

I never knew when I went to sleep. Suddenly I woke up as I heard someone shout my name. I guess he called thrice and the sound grew furious with each passing second. It rang my bell and I woke up only to realise that the guy who sits infront of me was staring at me.

I analysed the surroundings. The class had started to disperse.”he woke me up after such a boring class. What a good guy!!!”

 I nodded the kind guy in appreciation to his noble deed and started leaving the class only to realise that it was the proffesor had asked me to come to his office.

I was caught, asleep in class. “aaj phir c**da” I exclaimed.

To be continued…..

Its not just Christmas

From one cell to another cell,

One to converse, the other to dwell,

life gone material as one becomes plastic,

tastes,opinions and thoughts have grown elastic.

The inner sanctums now in dismay,

As the satan lurks for its pray,

The frail, the timid, who hide in the shadows

As if the Satan won’t have his day.

No doubt we sail on a freaking ship,

With unmanned wheels, on the mast we stand,

Vexed by desire, acquainted to fear,

And eyes now look for an inch of land,

Where the anchor of faith can be based,

As the tides are high and resouces effaced,

drooling on past and future presaged,

in the hands of you we lie caged.

You know we lost track of the cause,

We stripped and sacked without a pause,

Above all rules and the laws,

its your raven who guides and caws.

The order by which humanity survives,

As bees in a tangled and lumping hive

Its not just on christmas by the way,

That all the ones out here will pray,

For a future of all even,

We pray for peace and prosperity within.

Amen.

IDEA : SUSTAINABILITY ( inspired from TED Talk by Alex Steffen in 2005 )

I prefer sustainability over decline.

According to the dictionary, ‘to sustain : Lengthen or extend in duration or space.’

To me, that means live a long period of time with good health. In the mid 90’s this was not a big issue but the upcoming generations and the peering population on the earth are now moving towards an unpredented situation. Specifically we are talking about the same old story of a decline of any major civilisation which has the age-old pattern.

“first you eat up your share, without any care; then you blame others for that and fight becomes the only solution; after you looted and ate every last chunk nature provided you with, you raise battles among your own. Darwin called it ‘Survival of the fittest’. The you find yourself in a time of starvation and poverty. Nowhere to run and finally calamity strikes, you go extinct. You see Nature has a very simple way to take back what it lost; it will always replenish, its us who would suffer our own misfortunes.”

This is what happened in Easter Island. So painful !!

This, my friend, is decline.

So which side are you?

INCEPTION

Well working out with the plot. It looks like the NOLAN's idea has been planted in my head. I dream of weird things and some of the most exotic places. I, for sure, know that its a dream whenever i dream of one as I can control my emotions and dream of bending it. Its really amazing that now even I am experimenting with my dreams.

I bend the dreams, the way I want. Sometimes i wake up from one dream to another. I recorded some dreams on my Walkman. Its really strange that dreams are a combination of fantastic atmosphere and mind blowing scenarios. One can create, destruct and recreate ones imagination in the dream-space.

I actually dream of some tangled combination of places in dreams. Once i had a dream about a place similar to my school, with my ISM batch-mates and some old friends. I also had some of my family members and few unknown. The image remains quite clear and situations change nearly every scene.

Another strange thing about a dream is one never dreams of a mission, or should i say my dreams lack motive. I dream of things and places and people are living ordinary lives. Once inside a dream, I never felt anything different than any other day in my life. Except that i knew for the fact that the people and situations are not so related.
My studies about the dreamworld will continue.
ok GTG.....gotta dream!!!

BROKEN

Its me not the ashes which burnt in time,
Its me not the paper with broken rhyme,
Which fainted along as the sordid stream,
Eroded and eroded, once a vigilant dream.

Its me not the ones who could previce,
a heaven with deamons, only I can devise,
where deamons with motives to plunder and pursue,
a looted hope, a wrecked crew.

Its me not the ones whom I looked up to,
Who spitted every junk whatever lit,
For every emotion, mocked and backbit,
Bit by bit, bit by bit.

Its me not the memories that I disdain,
Its me not the dreams which shattered again,
Its me not the tears which have died,
Its me not the life that has lied,
Its me not the hopes which I have lost,
It me..here …only me...signing off….

Nani maa

Nani maa

In the memory of my late grandmother who completed her journey of life today.

I wish that stars shine forever as you do,

I wish every day and night blossom with you,

I wish every dream, every fable you told comes true,

I wish if the sweet memories we had could slue,

I wish to find neverland where the dreams accrue,

I wish if I could hide in the hue of you,

I wish I remember the things as you told me to do,

I wish if I could see life as new as a drop of dew,

I wish if I could talk to you for a second or two,

I wish you could look at me today as you always do,

I wish I could regain the time which I mistakenly threw,

I wish I could greet you ‘adieu’ when you went to ‘dieu’,

I wish every grandmother could be like you.

Amber: come feel like heaven ...FEEL DEAD!!

Amber: come feel like heaven  

...FEEL DEAD!!

The administration after a well planned meeting decided that the third year students should be allotted the most advanced hostel (on paper!). This is what I figured out...

The key features of what we call AMBER HOSTEL:

·         The hostel with 4 blocks (3 under construction and 1 need to be repaired for good),

·         Newly installed internet connectivity (which seems to be scheduled to arrive on 21^st December 2012),

·          newly installed switchboards and lights (which are reported to be broken or missing due to possibly a ruthless alien invasion),

·         Unique bathrooms at every corner of each floor (broken pans, broken hangars, broken showers, broken lights and switchboards;  with dozens of ports damaged or missing),

·         Great infrastructure (confusing plots, an open space for nothing in the middle of nowhere, small rooms with unmovable rock solid tables),

·         Lift equipped mess( under construction  and lift yet to be discovered),

·         3 floor structure ( just walk up, up, and up)

·         Water coolers( with no purifiers, and less cooling for the safety of students from catching cold; only some work )

Some additional luxuries:

•         Scenic beauty 24x7(nature at its best with mud, dirt, cement and grass.)
•         Live shows of ANIMAL PLANET at ISM, with the all time favorite “Dogs: The never ending feeding and Breeding” (ever wondered why all our hostels have dogs roaming around…. Because as the hostels are growing so are the dogs) and “Rats: The real menace” in eye popping and mouth puking 3D and surround sound.
•         Feel at home kind of environment (I mean when they say ‘away from the masses’ they really do mean it; Amber to be honest is a ‘not-like-home’ place which one can easily consider as a village.)
•         Get the feel of the real India, learn the art of survival ( Endless mosquitoes testing your patience at night, Trucks unloaded by workers, constructions going on, bricks and steel rods inviting for an accidents and much more blah and blah)

Not much to say about the deaf and disabled administration which remains as dumb as ever. Let’s see, what the future holds!!!

P.S: All the issue stated above are correct in any frame of reference whatsoever and will surely resemble characters present somewhere located in ISM Dhanbad. Guys you can post your comments below.

THE GREEN GLASS PANE

The Green Glass Pane

When I was a young lad, I got a new flat, on the seventh floor,

The flat with a nice room and stairs to small attic, and a with wooden doors.

There was one window which showed me the world and the morning bright,

The window by which I drooled on flashing city lights, night after night after night.

When the world around was nice and quiet and everyone looked sane,

When the door was strong and I sat along near the window ,with the green glass pane.

The days were passing swiftly as the air around was brisk,

The night were soothing altogether and occasionally there were mist,

The sky was clean and when the moon sheen, I thought I lived in Eden,

I wondered what the stars felt when they sparkled and startled I even.

When the world around was nice and quiet and everyone looked sane,

When the door was still strong and I sat along near the window, with the green glass pane.

A year later, now, I wonder how the sky has gone so red,

When I wake up in morning, I hear only the sirens, as If the birds are dead,

Smoke more smoke and smoke it is, galloping around in sky,

I waited and waited, looked as far I could but no bird, no clouds pass by.

When the world around had gone dark and quiet and everyone looked in pain,

When the door was strong and I sat along near the window, with dirt on the green glass pane.

As I look down now, I wonder how the city fell prey to the sick and evil,

The fights, the riots, the politics, the frights, all as if medieval,

As my life is my home and I want to keep it per se,

Better if cleaned from blood and violence, deaths and dismay.

When the world around had gone dark and noisy and everyone suffered in pain,

When the door was growing weak and I sat along near the window, with dirty green glass pane.

One morning I woke up, as the shouts were so loud, make heavens fall asunder,

Hundreds and thousands on the street as if the world went roaring voices as thunder,

I don’t know who stroke the nail first but the echo never seemed to stop,

As men and women, old and the children, drenched into blood, drop by drop.

When the world around had gone dark and wild and everyone injured or insane,

When the door was going week and I stood near the window, with blood on the green glass pane.

The other morning I felt tremors and I ran for the door but couldn’t find one inside,

There men in my flat, some whom meant harm and I ran hard to hide,

With not many hope I looked at the top and found the attic with stairs,

I hid inside, as they ransacked my home, and I couldn’t even dare.

When the world around had gone dark and wild and everyone was insane,

When the door was gone and I hid in the attic, far from the green glass pane.

When they ran away, I reached down only to find the ruins and leftover,

The door broken, the window shattered, made me feel like a rover,

I gathered whatever was left and moved on the streets, as there was nothing to weep

With stray dogs around, lying on the ground, I slowly went to sleep.

When the world around had gone dark and barbaric and I was found dead on a lane,

With a key of the door in my blood red hands and a piece of the green glass pane.

OPAL KI EK RAAT

Jab der raat har wing mein kohram saa mach jaaata tha,

Jab ek hi call par pura common room bhar jata tha,

Tab der raat gaye koi sote first year jagate the,

Jab ek andheri raat ko senior opal mein aate the.

Jab first floor ki khidki one-way-out lagti thi,

Jab senior ki laat har band darwaje par padti thi,

Tab raat ke barah baje murge baang lagate the,

Jab ek andheri raat ko senior opal mein aate the.

Jab hostel se bhagna ‘prison-break’ lagta tha,

Jab exam ke time mein padhna headache lagta tha,

Tab wing mein senior giddhon ki tarah mandarate the,

Jab ek andheri raat ko senior opal mein aate the.

Jab formals aur army cut fashion trend ban jaate tha,

Jab har banda eek dusre se room lock karwata tha,

Jab bhasad mein se khoye joote bina khoje mil jaate the ,

Jab ek andheri raat ko senior opal mein aate the.

Engineer

An engineer: A guy devoted in tightening up the screws for others and doesn't even know that he might have screwed up his own life, tightly.

What is JEE?

For me and my friends, it’s a tough exam and when qualified secures your position in one of India’s top engineering colleges. But when you look outside the window of the world JEE is altogether a different phenomenon. People seem to judge you and your characters on the basis of an exam which doesn’t even ask anything about your family, life and future. It’s just an exam with theories and expressions which in a common man’s life carry no utter significance.

Let me give you a personal example. When I was in class X, I didn't knew what JEE was. For me it was just another exam that the big guys took, after pondering hours over a pile of oxford patent dictionary sized paperwork aka 'books'. One day I asked my father about what career should I opt for? And my father said ‘either’ a Doctor or an Engineer. I don’t blame my father as he was an electrical engineer himself and was much restricted to it. But when I asked several ‘knowledgeable’ men in our colony they suggested the same. Some were suggesting career options in Law and Fashion designing but they were soon chucked out by the masses.

Honestly when I looked around, every single friend of mine had one of the mentioned choices as their goals (also some were determined about IAS). A survey conducted by the school for their annual magazine showed that 74% of us wanted to crack JEE (please note that I am talking specifically about JEE not any other engineering entrance exam). They were determined to fall prey to several cobwebs of reputed coaching institutes spread all over the country (which they ultimately did). They dreamt to study in IIT’s.

But there is a thing about dreams and engineering exams.

When you dreams lack something, you end up in lakhs

The same happened to most of my friends. As for me I never looked at the matter seriously. Life for me used to be fun and everything around was perfect. I went to coaching,partied in hotels, bunked classes with my friends and enjoyed life as much as I could. I had poor grades in board exams and the JEE practice papers used to pass by me with less or no human interference in its beauty. They all looked brand new even after the exams.

The day the results arrived, some made it to the cover page of the local dailies (just like the few thousand others throughout the country). Their families were happy, they were happy and for them the whole world was happy. They news broke out and within seconds a normal boy in the colony became an achiever, an idol of intelligence.

But this one is not about them.

This is about those whose stories should have made it to the daily even if it was for the last time.

Amidst the crescents of the smiles lied a silence of the closed lips which signified failure. These lips were sad, sad not because of the marks but of the fact that the people who were around him weren’t the same now. I was one of them. Some said that it was not on the cards after all, as you don’t have it in you. Some said that just buying books don’t matter, you have to read them. Some consoled when it was not required. They said it’s not your fault, when it’s not a fault after all.

How do the people have a right to compare adolescents and their future on the basis of marks obtained in an exam about which they don’t even know about?
If you want a justification of my statement, try out these questions on those who are die hard paranoid advisors.

• How many subjects are taught in the IIts?
• How many institutes take admission through JEE?
• What is the syllabus for this exam?

I personally think these questions are more than enough.Believe me, they only know the facts that are spoon-fed by the so called NEWS channels and our esteemed dailies. They know that you have to study but they don’t know how, yet they advise you study in a ‘famous’ training institute they say best. They don’t know how you have to study, but they’ll advice you to not to watch movies and be glued to a pile of books as if we are locked in a prison and aim salvation.

I, unfortunately, know some people who tried to commit suicide as they were not able to qualify in JEE. I talked to one of them, but he was so frustrated that he didn’t even listen. Life for him had no meaning. He kept saying two things “I have failed my parents” and “I am doomed and my future is gone”. In some cases people even went ‘berserk’ (as in a movie like situation) and broke their computers and television sets as they could not withstand their failure.

Why do parents don't understand the amount of hard work their ward is devoting in the studies? Still after all this they are disappointed that they won't be able to talk with others due to shame. That's because others would comment and criticize them. Its unfortunate that people have made this an issue of social status, an issue that is only superficial.

Now I am an engineering student, pursuing my career in a good collage. But here the stage demands the puppet to play a different role. Wisdom is only confined in small spaces and the feeling of being in a quest has finally dissolved in boring lectures and massive dictations which one has to swallow and vomit you know where.
Finally all this comes down to one thing clear for an engineer

We grew innocent, were taught to become saints, mug up to become strong and finally grow up to become a con in a mob.........creativity is forfeited for the sake of life which just doesn't exists......

give me some sunshine n give me some rain, give me another chance I wanna grow up once again!!!

The Movie date : part I

My side of the story:-

“Where are you going?” I asked my overly eager and urgent roomie who was hurling his clothes from the closet onto his bed which landed at a somewhat lower altitude.

“It’s urgent. I have to go.”

“That’s quite clear.” Actually when a man stands in front of you in his undergarments, with a tooth brush in his mouth, towel on his shoulders and with foam on his invisible beard, the urge to ask an self explanatory question can’t be controlled.

“But where?” I asked again.

“I’ll tell you later. Tell me, where is the thing in which I keep my atm card?”

“You mean your wallet, right?”

“Yah! Whatever….where are they?” he asked again.
“In your jeans.” I replied

“And where is that?”

“Arnab took it. He wanted it as his roommate had left for class when he was in the shower”

“And you let him take it?”

“He never asked. He came in, wore the pants and your black shirt, sprinkled your deodorant and took one of your notebooks and rushed to the class.”
I saw my roommate’s eyes burning in anger as I continued.

“And yes he used your comb and I am sure that he has your wallet too.”
I showed some signs of concern for a pitiful face of my roommate who was standing shell shocked in the same position as earlier. Yes, he did share some of his extreme thoughts, in not so polite manners, which were bound to come in a situation like the one in which he found himself.

He jerked suddenly. The pause was unusual. He stood as if he had realized something.
“What happened?” I asked after tossing the tornado to him.

“I don’t have any money and my movie ticket was in the wallet. The show is going to start in half an hour and that idiot totally ruined my date.”

“Date?” I was baffled, if not shocked. My roommate has a date.

“Yes. Me and Prerna. I promised her and now I am late thanks to the professor. What can I do now? Roshan, dude you have to save me. Think of something, anything.”

“The best I could do is to somehow get you some clothes and a cycle. You get dressed up quickly and reach the Physics laboratory. Saha will be there right now. Get the wallet and rush to the girl’s hostel.”
I walked up to my closet and gave him a shirt and literally pulled out a belt and jeans from a nearby friend.He wore the clothes, tied his shoes and swept his hands on the hair and ran for the door.I wished him luck.

Later that night

.

I was busy on my notebook as sudden burst of human power bolted the door open. My roommate entered as tired as hell.

“Where were you? It’s quite late. How was your date?” I asked anxiously.

“What a date it was! I could not tell you how happy I am.” He said in a very joyous mood. It definitely didn’t make me happy at all. Why should I be happy? He had got a girlfriend, who was a decent girl in a college like this. And I still screw myself till date.

“After the movie we had dinner and strolled our way to the girl’s hostel. We chatted for like years and it didn’t seem to end. Just two of us. It was like a dream. I am so tired. Thanks buddy for your help. Without you it would have never been possible”
I will forever curse myself for this. As he explained his date-story his phone rang.

“Hey, it’s her again see?”

The mobile flashed the name Prerna. WTF. Why is he showing it to me?

“Hi…yes I know….oh not at all….we’ll see. Wait a second!” he left the room for some private talk. I was burning in anger. Till yesterday he was the dumbest roommate ever and now I hated his lover boy attitude.

I hated him and pitied myself, what a loser am I!

He returned and rocked on to his bed. I got back, closed my pc and drew my blanket. As I went to sleep I could not bear the jealous feeling that arouse inside me and I kept saying to me ‘this was the worst day of my life.’

My roomie’s tale: The other side of the story

‘This was the worst day of my life’