Tuesday, December 13, 2011

7 Status Updates

I have accepted the fact that I am not someone who could blog say once a week or even once a month, I am someone who would show up when least expected just like a new tab pops up once a while saying "You have one (1) new friend request, Neha has 2 friends in common. Want to meet her?" while you are hooked up with live cricket streaming.
Well, I am not trying to compare myself with the beautiful Indian girl in the tab, I accept I am an ugly duck but we both can be a pain in the ass. You land up at some shit porn site if you click on accept (or reject either! , yours truly pulled the stunt ;) ) the friend request and I write shit anyway. :D

I got this idea of expressing a story via a few status updates while updating my Facebook status a few days back, and here is my pathetic attempt....  :P


Main platform 7 pe khada tha, aur woh 6 par khadi thi ...
donoo ki nazron Se nazar milii, aur achanak train bich main aake platform par ruki....
Jab train platfrm se gyi tab meri Nazaren use dhundti reh gyi....
kaash woh roz 5:50 ki local pakde aur meri local roz late ho !  ♥
Posted on 1st of December at 19:48

And she is interning with the same firm, Godrej and boyce,
I can see her right now, talking to some guy and laughing! Isn’t she beautiful?
God I am dying Now-u, she is happy how-u! ;)
Posted on 3rd of December at 11:04

When before would someone have given his friends 'finding The girl' party.
And now that the booze session has started, rajo ko mehfil toh jamaani hi thi !
"Pine pilane ke sab hai bahane; kahe ki mohabbat, kahe ke fassane"
crazy mates... \m/
Posted on 3rd of December at 23:47

Technically, I didn't 'ask her out' or get myself a 'date' (I have always been a chicken),
But we will be having lunch together tomorrow after of course sum exhausting  'survey the aunties about their choices' session assigned to us by the HR manager !
Yes, of all the 40 interns, we both are a team !   Destined to meet !
looking forward to tomorrow like never before :)
Posted on 4th of December at 19:06

Life is a bitch, when the only girl you think of belongs to someone else !
Posted on 5th of December at 19:21

Har baar muqaddar ko dosh dena thik nahi,
kabhi kabhi hum bhi hadh se jyada maang lete hai ! :(
Posted on 5th of December at 19:24

I was going through my recent status updates in the vella time today and realised that ;
"If you want a happy ending, it depends on where you stop the story. :)"
Posted on 11th of December at 16:49


So, How was it? Lemme know!

p.s. - I have shamelessly picked up some of the status from a few friends (Ashi, CC and Sexy) and tried making a story out of it. :p If you people expect to get sum credit toh 3 idiots ki bina proper credit diye churayi hui kahani ki kasam raju hirani bhi kahega ........ (aage samaj jaaye) ;)

p.s. 2 - Thank you Live2cherish for reminding me to update but I am an ass when It comes to being punctual!


Humor of the day - Hope in a difficult situation is like a sexy girl in a Horror movie...
Always the first one to die :P

Song of the day - No prizes for guessing .... why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di ?
i love the simplicity and the innocence put into the song.
and ya, the chick is smoking ;)

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Their Story....

His side of the Story ;

I remember seeing her first (noticing would be the right word, I guess) at ICH (SPICE Manit then). She was with her friends & luckily I knew one of those girls and call it sheer luck, It was her birthday! Wasn't the lady luck smiling on me? Didn't even destiny want me to start talking to “The girl.” I went to their table, wished the birthday girl & soon got lost in “The Girl’s smile.” There was something so surreal about her and especially her smile. Words fail me to describe the way I felt! There was something so common yet so unique about her.

Anyways I left after a minute and life moved on. Has MANIT waited for anyone? Saga has it, you are an alumnus of this college until you realize how dearly you are in love with it. But I fell in love with my college in the very first year for it made me meet “The girl.” Long before I could try talking to her in person semester vacations happened and proved to be a blessing in disguise. I added her at FB and we started chit-chatting and during one of the conversations I asked her out for a coffee. (Please don’t misjudge me with the desperato Social networking addict, who tries his luck with every second girl at FB.)

I went out with her and a friend of her (ya, kabab main haddi, typical “my friend is the best. How dare you thought she would date a cheapo like u?” types ). Though I have always believed that two is company and three is crowd but we had a nice time and I was bounding with “The Girl.” Next day I went out with her again on the excuse of making some random arrangements for some not so famous program at the college and this time it was only her and me. Needless to say those couple of hours form some of the loveliest memories of my life but I was worried, I was troubled. Something inside me kept bugging me all the time as to how could an average guy like me be with such a perfect lady and if it was true that we were out, how do I prove myself to be deserving & this is when I started to lie. I started showing a goody-goody image of mine. I told her that I had always been submissive in my life, never dominated, not at all stubborn, born with the silver spoon and what not? But this was all what I thought she wanted to hear and not what she expected from me. May be this is when She started considering me just another guy.

Anyways the evening ended soon before I wanted it to end and before I could have thought about what I said to her. After that don’t know what happened, she stopped seeing me, we stopped being the good friends, the era of messages ended, she seldom replied and I guess It all ended. All I can do now is to console myself thinking that Life is not always sweet. Sometimes all you get is a single chance to make it count, yet all said and done I miss her smile, I miss being with her, I miss the way she was.

Her side of the story ;

I added a random guy during the second semester vacations of MANIT. Had i heard his name before? No! But we had 50 mutual friends. I saw his photo. Ya, I had seen this guy. Maybe he belonged to my batch. He later told me that we had been formally introduced during some birthday party, I hardly remembered.

He started with formal chit-chat at FB and he wasn’t bad. Though a typical flirt, but I still liked the way he talked, the way he admired me. 13 odd times he asked me out for coffee. 13 times I ignored. He kept asking me every day but strange enough I didn't find it awkward or bad rather I liked his regular persuasion. He made me feel important. And, finally the 14th time I said yes. Not that I really wanted to be out with him but I was bored of ignoring him.

We went out, with a friend of mine. I don’t remember much but the evening was just fine. I first time thought about this guy, there was something very common yet a bit unique about this guy. Next day he again asked me out and I accompanied him to a restaurant. That day came as a shocker. He told me how he had been a mediocre, submissive and mother’s boy all his life. Come on, who submits to everything like that? Who doesn't fight for what he deserves? Who has never faced challenges? I have traveled around the city in local’s uber no of times and here is a guy who has never seen a public transport. Is this going to work out? I didn't think so and It all started to drift apart. Not that I didn't want to give it a try, I genuinely admired the admiration he had for me in his eyes but if only he had been a little more stubborn, a little rebel, a little against the wind things could have been different. I stopped replying to his texts for I was angry over his submissiveness and this was my way of showing it. Maybe he didn't get it, and stopped texting totally. Maybe he left it to destiny like all the times, but I wanted him to try. He didn't! I never thought I would say this but I miss his constant admiration, I miss him being around me and I miss the way he was.

image courtesy - amirables.blogspot.com

p.s. – before you ask me about the names, I would like to provide this kind information that this post is entirely a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely co-incidental :p

p.s. 1 - It has been really long since I have blogged, but this time I ain't gonna promise to be more regular, as I hardly keep them :D

p.s. 2 - have not been talking to my bestie for like a week now, am experiencing a huge lack of clarity,crossed with a ton of WT F's, followed by uncertainty and anxiety in life buddie.. :(
hope she reads this and calls.

p.s. 3 - mujhe kya aur koi kaam nahi hai, jo p.s's hi likhta rahunga.. cya :)

song of the day - Jaa Chudail , Delhi Belly :))
Thumbs up for the Sitar Flares

humor of the day -
"NDTV: Victim: 'Sharad Pawar Touched My Breasts'
Think yourself lucky - he fucked the rest of the country."

Saturday, April 16, 2011

The semester that went by.....

Another incredible semester in MANIT is on the verge of getting over and what a roller coaster ride it has been till now. This is the semester that saw it all, depths of despair as well as heights of happiness, be it organising the Mega event Virasat (who am I kidding?) successfully or mindless abuses right outside admin after joints session on the Maffick pronight!

On a personal front I would dedicate this semester to the new linkups. Met some new like minded (ya khaali dimaag shaitan ka ghar types) people and I cherish the firendship bond we share. I also developed a huge crush on a batchmate this sem, somehow started talking to her (ya all the Jugaad and fielding jamaana wali cheezain but fnally nothing else than FB worked! Hail Zuckerberg!) and gradually realized that there was nothing so exceptional in her except her smile. Agreed that smile still gives me goosebumps. Crushes have always been dificult to sustain for me they say :D
I single handadly (sum credit to my belt and 10 no. chappals :p) made it sure that birthdays were never more painful and stinking for friends. Also, I didnot compensate with my Dassna skills. My oriental dassna reached a peak point at Fb! 

While some mates faced a bitter heartbreak (my sincere sympathies and time to enjoy the khulla sand period folks) some people stuck a bell in each other's heart But the highlight of this semester would be hooking up of Mr. Jerk and Miss Pervert. The Boy who showed his likingness to almost 80% of the cows/girls of FGH (cows for him, girls for me :p), finally got accepted by Miss desperate to fall in love. (in case you still cannot recognise the couple, message me at fb, not that I will tell you the names, I will have my share of laugh fucker, for your aweful idea of ur batch mates)

This semester also saw the aweful maffick pronights which I literally regret seeing! Be it the Kavi samelann or Jal Band night! The only thing worth mentioning abt techno maffick was chanting "Kashmir hamara hai" naare during the Jal band night. It was spontaneous and something worth relishing!
Not to forget the batch! I am in love with the feeling to be in TTN. Blood, bargad, Pride!!

Cheers to the yet another semester that went by leaving behing its share of bitter and sweet memories but looking behind I thank God (if it exists!). "Thank God! This semester happeped."

p.s. - Have been inactive at blogger for so long now that making excuses would also not help, But now with exams round the corner (starting this 20th) I ought to be more regular ;)

song of the day - Taylor swift, you are the best thing ever been mine (this song is here for someone special) ;)

humor of the day - You know you're an ugly fuck when you're the one asked to take the photo. :P 

Monday, March 7, 2011

I'll be there..!!

When the routes look so tortuous,
when the destiny starts flouting,
when you stand there all alone,
weeping,whining and shouting..
Remember, I'll be there..!!

When the heat gets on top,
you look for some shade,
the hands won't raise,
and you still walk the blade,
Looking for some shelter,
if the roofs seem bare,
Remember, I'll be there..!!

When the chide surrounds you,
and the purple patches are long gone,
the hard times arrive crawling,
the joys torn and blown,
Turn around and see,
if nobody appears to care,
Remember, I'll be there..!!

When you look for some water,
and the throat wrecks so dry,
life would seem a desert,
in solitude will you cry,
Entering such a mire,
where nobody seems to dare,
Remember, I'll be there..!!

Love those whom you like,
Have them all your life,
still if they go away so far,
don't sink yourself below the par,
Broken and Enfeebled,
if you still look for a pair,
Remember, I'll be there..!!

p.s. - Get well soon re shivansh bhai !! jaldi theek ho re... 

Friday, February 18, 2011

LSD (Lovers day,SMSes And Drama)

It was 11:55 PM, 13th February , 5 minutes before the big day; Valentine's day & I had a very important question in my mind.
No! No! It wasn't anything remotely related to love. I am never bothered about not having anyone to celebrate valentine's day with. I am used to the monotone. It has been the case from the day I took birth. The reason was however very common and scaring the daylights of every youth.
Deeply engrossed in my thoughts, I got this chat message at FB which said...

N - oye, Kal messaging free hai kya ?

M - Fuck! That was exactly what is making me crazy since evening! I don't know!
(after a long pause) Common!! I mean I swear am not gonna wish anybody happy valentines. practically I have no one whom I should but lemme do my regular chit chat.

N - (takes out sum time to reply to this poor chap) yaaa re! You gotta admit 60 Paisa is way too much if I wanna inquire my friend about coming to college tomorrow.

And then came the Dooms day, what I never wanted to happen, it was midnight.I sent a test message to a friend asking her if she had any plans worth mentioning. Boom came a service message that read "You have been charged Rs. 0.01 for the last transaction" & I was happy, very happy, very very happy. My happiness knew no bounds. I started considering reliance people as God sent Angels. Hail Anil (or is it Mukesh?) Dhiru Bhai Ambani for not making lovers day another dry day for all the sms chit chatters. I admit am addicted to smses. Little did I knew Reliance was into pulling a totally different trick this time.

I kept messaging till late night, with every message I thanked God for giving me the wisdom to choose Reliance. Later had a beer and slept like a log (common, what else do u expect of a single guy on valentines?)

Dawn, woke up to pee (wasn't that obvious?), checked messages, 3 unread, replied to one and then slept again. Finally I was up in the afternoon, The first thing that caught my attention was my cell flashing "Message sending Failed." tried resending the message 'n' times where 'n' tends to infinity plus 2 but couldn't succeed. I didn't hate Reliance. "Reliance must not be the only network that would be facing Network congestion" I thought and abused the lovers desperately trying to wish their better halves (or fourths , eights excreta excreta (:p) ... you get the general idea right?).

Then out of nowhere in the evening, I checked my balance and here was a shocker. It proudly read "your account balance is Rs. 0.02 ad valid till blah blah" Apparently Reliance had cheater-coped all the other networks and charged for all the SMSes I sent yesterday night. All the praises for reliance suddenly turned into curses. Please die Anil Dhirubhai (Let, Anil take the blame. He was the one I decide to praise earlier!) May your soul dwell in hell.

Not only I couldn't message anybody, neither could I make calls. Every time I tried so "connection error" winked and blinked on my mobile screen. I kept misjudging the situation to be network congestion till evening and then I was too lazy to get a refill voucher.

Thus, ended the valentines saga without any calls or text conversations and now, when I think about it I don't feel as bad as at that moment of time.
I could concentrate on reading a novel that day, without getting interrupted by some random friend's "hellozzzz!" which always tend to get drifted to long and thumb-paining chat conversations. Also, It gave me the much needed lone quality time to think what I was striving for.

Hail Reliance!

pic courtesy - internet

p.s. - Thanks for the read people! I so badly want to blog more often but laziness always gets better of me. :(

p.s. 2 - How was your valentines ? do lemme know....

song of the day - Splits villa 4, Theme song, Aahatain ho rahi hai!

humor of the day - when asked about the definition of the subject in the introductory class of materials sciences, i bluntly replied that Its the biology of non-living things. (True Story! Yours truly survived the stunt) :p

Love! :)

Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Enigma!

Pre Script - Guest story by Brother Ashish!

“Hence we come to the conclusion that the Yagi uda Array can be used both as a Director as well as a Reflector”.Gosh, those concluding lines are so soothing when one attends the ever-lasting lectures. So, that was where the “Antenna” Lecture Ended. Those College lectures were never meant to be understood.”SOME ENIGMAS BETTER REMAIN UNFOLDED” was the thought that clinked my mind. Going college was a fun especially when u know that u ain’t gonna last even 2 lectures. So this ended my day at college (It wasn’t evening, My College Day usually ended at 11 in morning).

Quickly Ruffled up my attire and spiked my hair back to the proper Vertical position with some water (Spike Hair always tend to obey the Newton’s Gravity. Damn..!!).All set, here I leave college for my date at Café Coffee Day  (yes it was only 11:30 am).The minutes of meeting (MoM) discussion of the Date is out of question anyway.So then , She went back to somewhere (I never cared where..!!) and I flew on my bike for home.

Daytime, the Weather was getting pretty and moreover, the Date had been awesome as well. So with all the butterflies running my stomach and with all the Blues, I Rode. The Perfect Picture in my mind got a break when my eyes stuck to an aged, tattered and poor-looking man standing beside the road, asking people for Lift. I never cared for anybody asking for help, but that day, had to be different. He looked  an Emaciated gnome like fellow struggling for something. Something  just struck my mind and I stopped for him.
“Where ?”,I asked.”Near Suditi Hospital son, It’s my home there”, he said in an almost whispering and trembling voice. He looked too weak to speak something audible.”I’m going the same way, let me Drop you there”, I Replied. Quickly, he pounced on the bike as if I was not serious enough to help him. So my Single 15km Journey to Home was now accompanied by someone whom I never knew and Perhaps, I would never know. I drove as usual, quick yet Controlled, and the bizarre journey continued.

Out of compassion (the little bit I could gather at that moment), I asked, “Where are you coming from? So far from your place “ .He started in his diatonic shaky voice “My name is Narayan singh. what to say beta, I’m Ripped apart..blah blah and more blah “.But Suddenly it caught my attention when he further Added “My Son has been a prey of Black Magic. 3 Months ago, On Diwali night, somebody kept the Evils at the hailway of our house and..”.I Interrupted out of Curiosity “What evil things are you talking about ?”.Almost weeping, He uttered, ”a Doll with a needle piercing its debris, with name Rakesh(his son) written on its forehead along with a Reddish mysterious lemon. My son Rakesh took those anonymous belongings and threw them out. Slowly the things got worse, He Started feeling uncomfortable within himself, He Dreamt of Evils and his soul was forced to obey them. He used to yell at times, asking for penance from the spirits, and the rest of the day, his mind remained like that of a comatose. So for the Remedy, I go every Tuesday to a baba, Who is known to have magical powers. He claims to convalesce my Son within four weeks.”
I could frame an interesting tale in my head until it was made a little more pathos-demanding by Narayan. He further added to his miseries and said ,”for the past 3 months, there’s nobody to earn, Rakesh(his son) has lost job, I get a meager Rs 2000 as pension which is insufficient for the household expenses. So money for my commutation for such purposes is out of question."Fair enough", I said and nodded my head. I could Imagine the quandaries he would be in, but what could I do, besides blaming his fate. He refurbished my framed scenarios with another heart-melting hardship by saying.”Today is munni’s birthday, my 5 year Old Granddaughter. She just loves chocolates. whenever I used to reach home, she used to tap my pockets first, looking for her chocolates. But now, even she hesitates to do that. She knows what has happened these days to our family”. Completely engrossed in his story, I was keen to come up with suggestions and references for help, but his destination had come by then. I stopped at Suditi Hospital to bid him adieu. He happily pounced off the bike saying ,”Thank you son, you are a great human being, remember,” SOME ENIGMAS BETTER REMAIN UNFOLDED”.A strange thought, that had appeared my mind before. I told him if I could help him in anyway ( I was feeling mighty and fortunate that time).A little sigh of relief on his face indicated that some financial aid was most welcome.

That day, All I had was Rs. 500, out of which 250 was already spent for the morning coffee at café coffee day. But , Somehow the better and sympathetic  side of me was the protagonist at that moment. I thought a Rs 100 note atleast would bring munni her favorite chocolates. So I headed for home after those couple of transactions (debits, u can say).After I reached home, the story was still quite audible to me, the Scenes were visible,the characters were kinetic and my mind, as usual, restless.  Although I never saw munni , Rakesh and family, but human mind is fertile enough to frame those. After sleeping in the day time, I sat with newspaper and tea. I never knew the Page-5 of the newspaper would bring me Goosebumps.
It wasn’t any mishap or politician-related news that dried my throat. It was an Obituary, stating the second death anniversary of an Old man. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes went at that face. Yes, It was of Narayan Singh, Address- H No 45, near Suditi Hospital, Bhopal, Son-Rakesh Singh and other details. I was frightened enough that my Mind went completely blank for the time unknown. The man I helped today noon, the man whose Story captivated me all along my ride to home, How can he die 2 years ago???.My mom asked what the matter was. I could hardly utter anything that moment, but told her about the Macabre. She calmly said it wasn’t possible and he might be some other man, the world isn’t short anyway.
But It wasn’t that easy either. I Read the Address, Name, Son’s name again and again. The more I read, the more I was feeling the death. I, then, decided to go to his place to get answers to all this horrible dream ( I wished it was a Dream).I headed Straight and quick to Suditi Hospital, enquired where House No 45 was. And there I was, standing at the Porch of the Haunting House no 45.

Inside was a small, irregular, not well furnished Room, but decorated with flowers and Balloons at that time. A cute little girl stood there, in new frock and chocolates in hands,some chocolates falling on floor from her small fists. I figured out she would be the little Munni. Other people standing there were Munni’s mother in a filthy light shaded saaree and properly locked hair, an Old lady, who appeared to be Narayan’s wife and a Man with stubble and dirty hair, sitting on a chair, almost dead, He would be Rakesh I thought. But where was Narayan ?, Was he alive ? or Dead ?. I needed the answers. Hesitatingly, I entered the hall and asked,” Is Narayan there?”.All the three people stared at me, making me feel so Uncomfortable and Unwelcomed. I Repeated my words, but was paused when the Old lady spoke,” Who are you?, How do you know Narayan?”.

I said, “I helped Narayan today while he was arriving from New market to Home”. Munni was engrossed in her chocolates. Her Mother never bothered to speak, but She started looking at her mother in law’s face, for her Reaction. The old lady first said It was a Joke, because Narayan had passed away 2 years ago and Some Other Guy would have be fooled me. Pointed at But I Narayan’s photo and said that yes, I have Carried this man for 15 kms and I know all of you people. I know today is munni’s Birthday. I know your son is under the evils. And you say this is a joke..??”. She Stood Silent, Puzzled and Petrified when she heard my words. Even they didn’t have any Answer to my Questions.

Gosh,where should I Go??. Where do I find out the answers to the unanswered questions ?.The more they remained murky, the more scared I felt. I stared at munni’s Chocolates, Munni tended to hide those from me, thinking that I would eat all of those. Almost leaving from their place, I Asked,” Who bought munni the chocolates? “.Her Mother said,” Munni found a 100 Rs note at the Porch in evening, and since It’s her birthday today, so we decided to get her a few chocolates”.”Her favorite”, I added.

Enfeebled, scared and Muddled, I went back home .My legs were shaking in that profound despair. Narayan was flashing in my mind right throughout the moment I saw him in the newspaper. all I could figure out was the thought,” SOME ENIGMAS BETTER REMAIN UNFOLDED”..!!!

Post script - A demanding New semester, Not able to write! Ashi Bhai Comes to the rescue... Thanks brother! :)

Post script 1 - havent read any blogs for abt a fortnight now! Sorry fellow bloggers. Laziness gettting the better of me these days. will be back soon. I shapat :p

Monday, January 10, 2011

Engineering; Euphoria personified....

                                             Mechanical and Production Engineering block @ NIT-B
                                               (Pic courtesy - Face Book! can't recall the person )

Scene 1 -

Today the first day of a new semester, dooms day for many but considering my GPA (silly 7 point something) last term I was all motivated to go to the college and  I made it at 9:55 A.M. sharp (45 minutes late but Common! Thats still an achievement for a lazy ass like me.) met a friend as tardy as me and we rushed towards the DOPE (Department of Production Engineering , cool Acronym na!) notice board to look at the schedule and subject coordinators. To our amusement, we had a subject with the name Electrical and Electronic devices blah blah... whatever? who cares anyway?

"EAED.. err.. that sounds so weird" My friend said.

He have always had this awe-wait for it-some addiction of substituting subjects names by its initials (KOM,MOM,SOM,BMC (no I ain't abusing! It stood for basic materials classes), MPro etcetera etcetera...).

"We will call it BEE then" Yours truely suggested.

"But we have already studied BEE last year plus this shit isin't elementary anymore"

"Okay! We will call it fucking Advanced BEE! Period" and a roar of a known long forgotten laughter filled our mech department marking the beginning of much awaited Bakar sessions! :)

Scene 2 -

My sister visited home in the evening. So,sis and maa started with the customary family talks in my room. (why do they have to opt for my room killing my privacy) "Shweta Tiwari was looking so cool in that banarasi sari in the Big Boss finale!" and it naturally went on and on !
Predicting no chances of the affectionate words stopping in the near future I interrupted them both "Can  you Please, continue with your elated talks in some other room. I wanna study!" Mom gave me a slightest of smile and that smile said it all. It was much more mighty than words can ever be.
My Sis, being the cute dumbo she is dissipated its meaning for me, "Make some valid excuses bhai!" She blurted and we three burst into laughter.

It is moments like these that make me fall in love with the day I decided to choose being an engineer!

p.s. - Maybe this post lacks the humor quotient but I am just ecstatic that the Happy days are back again! and can't help showing it.

p.s.1 - Thanks Aki for suggesting the name of the post! :)

p.s. 2 - still reading ? :p

song of the day - Emptiness.. Tune Meri jaana! You got to listen this song! At least once!

Humor of the day - 

Signing off!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

ISTE Sucks Totally Everytime !

Disclaimer - Needs to be taken in a light tone, No Personal Grudges! May Peace prevail :)

Backdrop - ISTE is one of the societies at NIT-B and its fucked up like all the others.
ISTE Sucks Totally Everytime !

That day I happened to come across a friend from ISTE (errrrr do they qualify to be called as friends even....)

ME... so, what is  ISTE shit all about ?

He... Well, ISTE is a national level society.... (5 seconds of awkward silence, I was hoping for more to come from the nerd. Well nothing of that sort happened )

Me... What do u people do ?

He... We meet !!! Discuss agendas !!! We r forced to take the crap Seniors give us and then we disperse, only to meet the next day !!! These meetings have been going on and on and on for the last year and half I joined ! !
anyways I gotta reach for a meeting at CC OAT... I don't wanna be subjected to those cold looks from the Presi 4 reaching late and interrupting him as if he was delivering his noble prize speech.
cya ! !

I was speechless!
He had left nothing for me to decipher.

p.s. - if u think am biased,
Fuck u, u r either a ISTE Gissu or an Ignorant first yearite.... :P

p.p.s - About Spic Macay, We people are perfect (yup! In that fucked up way) ;)

Song of the day - HYPNOTIZE, System of a Down!

humor of the day -

Signing off!
- Mani

Thursday, January 6, 2011

All Over Again!

Fortune favors the faithful,
love listens to the lonely,
time tracks the truthful,
silence shines for the soulful..

the lives once so intersecting,
then fallen so apart,
appeared for the revival,
and moved on as a dart..!!

the faith began to justify its meaning,
as cloud 9 soon tried to regain its feeling,
getting you first was something lucky,
getting you second was something luckier..!!

honest by love,
true by soul,
the attributes being such that
conflicts had no role..!!

weeks in , weeks out,
the destiny intended to flout,
so tenacious was I,
ready to defy the norms,
ready to axe the transforms..!!

my bastion was strong enough I thought,
as with all the quakes I had fought,
after all the efforts to prevent the sway,
but the inevitable fissures had their way..!!

what a game the life can play,
can't beat the odds, enfeebled as clay,

If being happy at such times is all he can desire,
then let me cherish the life, the quagmire.

surely the break-up try to break you to pieces,
but it also intends to move you back to creases,
so that you can know life,
because it ain't fun,
until played with knife..!! :)

p.s. - Thanks Ashi Bhai for the guest post... :)
Am in love with your words...

p.p.s. - Happy New Year Buddies !
Wish u all fantastic,fun filled n love dipped 2011.