Saturday, December 18, 2010

Its all about Priorities after all !

Two long and painful hours, It had been raining cats and dogs in this part of the city.Vikram, who was sitting by his window, tuned his guitar and mindlessly started to hum....

I don't mind some Sunshine,
                                    But No more Rain....
Heavens Forbid, Please don't,
                                    Destroy my date again...

   Third day in a row, All the quality time planned to spend with Nimisha was getting ruined and all he could do was to sit there and watch it rain.God wasn't kind to him after all.
Seeing no signs of  mother nature blessing him in the near future He gave Nimisha a call,

"You are such a witch! You made it rain, Didn't you ? You never wanted to come with me on a date darling? haina?" He accused her.

"1. All accusations accepted with a smile! 2. Its not a date, Its just a casual meeting baba! 3. You are inviting troubles for yourself calling me a darling! if Anu comes to know na, I tell you baba..." She calmly replied in a Bengali accent.

"All I care for is meeting you right now. even if it involves messing up with your husband, I don't care" Vikram replied in an instant.

She could sense his desperation. She did what he could have never expected "Its raining outside budz, we can't meet this way but why don't you come along to my house. We can sure have a ball here." She said and his eyes lit up with excitement. The excitement of being alone with her in her house.

"Oh ho! Someone wants me to meet her indoor. Something Cooking. Ding dong huh?"

"ki kotha bolcheesh? Shut up, You jerk..."

"I didn't ask about the texture of your choice.. BTW is ribbed or dotted the preference? now i did " he played naughty.

"Don't make me do voodoo on your ass now......" She replied with a sheepish grin. "I will see you at my home, 62, west avenue, Gulmohar Villa, Kolkatta  in 30, bbye!" she told him before disconnecting.

He dressed up and was at her house on time. They had a cosy session at her home. She made chocolates for him while he sang "Hey! There Delilah." for the lady of his dreams. He got along with her so well. Why didn't he meet her before? God wasn't kind to him after all.
He bid her goodbye later with a sweet goodnight kiss and told her to be back tomorrow evening. "Nah! Anurag is coming back from his tour tomorrow evening! I guess we can't be talking leave apart meeting next week till he stays at home. I will be busy with all the household chorus." She told him. With a heavy heart he turned to make his way back home.
Back home he consoled himself that maybe he was like a crayon in Nimisha's life. He was definitely not her favorite color but, she kept needing him once in a while to complete the picture. And, that was what was important.
God wasn't kind to him after all!

P.S. - Thanks for the read guys.I was too confused while writing the story, so no idea how it turned up. On personal front, life's not going that great. Vocational training, looks more of a  torture than training to me. Need to walk 2.5 kms to and fro every damn day just to watch some crazy ass people too involved in their own shitty machinery, leave apart explaining. Why am I so Machinephobic or Mechanicalphobic for that instance ?

Song of the day - Kaha chali gayi saali khushi from Dev-D
not a song, its an epic :)

Humor of the day - Never die a virgin, when you get to heaven they make you fuck a suicide bomber. :p

Monday, December 6, 2010


Statutory Warning -  If you are not a male and belong to MSME / Energy branch in Manit - The article may offend, readers discretion advised  ;)
best of luck ! Proceed with caution.

Finally after a busy fortnight , I am back to the blogging arena... (Yup, I can hear the trumpets and the fan cheering. Feels good, feels Important.. Feels like God.) It has been about a week that crap exams have ended , The crappier college society work is on halt and I have somehow finished the crappiest research project in the history of mankind till date under a dyslexic H.O.D  who daily asked for my department's name. Anyways What Matters is that Dimples are back on the cheeks & am so loving it.......Well, lemme  not forget the reason of me publishing this post.

Couple of days back I indulged myself into a fight online (I told you I am this Vella!) with a guy who claimed that people of NIT-B are Gissus and all they are good at is mugging. So, I thought of showing the humankind real picture of how creative the guys (and girls, being politically correct) here are !

So, When we are , with UTMOST (don't worry, my caps lock is working all correct, merely wanted to put special emphasis on the word utmost) concentration attending a lecture and jotting (read as - scribbling) down the important notes (read as - crap directly taken by proffs from prescribed books.) Out of nowhere the creative in us overshadows the nerd and starts showing what we can really be up to, maNIT style.

Lemme give u an illustration. (Yup, the hot favorite 3 idiots style)

Presenting is depiction of the Ramayan "Mani Lalwani" style which we drew in our notebook after I and Sirawale (yup, poor us, had just once copy to share. We accept your deepest sympathies!) jotted down a few integration problems in a random Maths Class.

Next up, is Vaibhav Dixit's depiction of our hot favorite Professor in maNIT , yup u got it right Garnier. No wonder This proff has this great ability of pissing you of with his all knowing (read as - self obsessed) comments. I hate this teacher as much as Indians hate Sania Mirza after the LSD incident (Love, Sania and Drama along with Shoaib Malik). Die, U jerk, Die !

By the way, Yup, You again guessed it right (kya baat hai! form main ho.. huh!). In the picture I am the one sitting at the last bench, with a cell phone on my bench. Science says and i agree my CELL is the fundamental unit of my life.

Next, in row. is the "I surrender act to the crazy ass SOM Professor" drawn by our very own nerd CR of  Proudy Prodies (CR = Chatur ramalingam and not Class representative. U had got it correct that CR = Chatur Ramalingum ? Like Fuck you had.) often tagged as president of under forty club of our college. I love the way he has so minutely drawn every detail of the proff (referring to his nose). Shear Perfection. Master Piece. I bow down in front of you. Respect!

Once I courageously confessed to him , that I could never get a word in his lectures. Well, rest was as it goes Confessions may be good for the soul, but they are extremely dementing for the reputation. He kept asking me for solutions after that day, No points for guessing, I never disappointed him by trying to alter my reputation.

Also, I present to you our take at the Shaheed-Ae-Azam Chandra Shekar Azad's (Respect to the great warrior!) Views on marriage "Lavya Style" Just to warn the fellow guys not to marry. This is Legen.... wait for it.. dary stuff. It would be so very  1. disheartning 2. depressing 3. demoralizing & 4. daunting to see my friends getting married. (sob sob.... In tears..  Nah! I am all right... Sobs again..)

next , and last is the bomber, This one is taken from an arbit bench of Energy Engineering classroom J- 205. I had always been in a dilemma whether to share this pic at Facebook or not, but then I always resisted the  MCP in me, No more ! It is my personal space. I can fucking publish whatever I want to, If a particular species related to particular branch or two get offended, dumbass your fault, I warned you earlier, didn't I!

I really symphatize the dude who drew this awesome comparison chart, There is nothing wrong in being humorously honest after all (wink.) I  love his crystal clarity and short yet simple approach to the complicated subject.

With this I would like to wrap up the proceedings. I would be back when we guys (screw your political correctness girls) are again blamed for being hopelessly creative !
Hence proved today, That guys at MANIT are creative Scholars. period :)

song of the day - Ring my Bells, Enrique "cry baby" Iglesias.

humor of the day - honesty is the key to any relationship....if you can fake are in!!! 

P.S. - Thank you all the people who actually went through my earlier blog posts. When I reply late please don't blame me, blame my sentimental values (read as - laziness.)  see ya! Sayonara! :)