Guess who' s back, back again

Background plays the eminem song ‘Without Me’:

Guess who’s back, back again,
Shady’s back, tell a friend

Shady... but I’m The Saint. No worries. I’ll reconstruct the song...

Guess who’s back, back again
Saint is back, tell a friend.

Shit, I’ve not yet become good in reconstructing songs...

I thought by putting a stop on my blogging sessions, I would eventually do good in my exams. But finding no good improvement in the way I'm writing my exams, I decided to slog the blog again.

("Slog the Blog"- I'm still good in finding these rhyming no-good-doers.)

The main reason behind starting blogging again is that at-least it gives me some time-out from my studies. (Do I really need a time-out from my studies? I hardly study, but no worries again, I need a time-out)

Never mind, The ‘Young Saint’ is back. Back after screwing, ah! writing his exams. The promise he made to fodu-fy the exams, has been broken, not because he did not put in the efforts, he did, but the lord had something else in his mind. He studied with a lot of concentration put in, but screwed again. This time the ‘SCREWING’ role in the movie, ‘Screwing Up A Saint’ was given not to just the external examiner who came for Vivas but also to the people who set the papers for Mechanical department. God knew exactly which questions I did not prepare and then told his agents to set the question paper in accordance.

Never mind again, I have made my mind and already calculated the benefits I’m gonna have with 1 or probably 2 backs on my mark sheet. Though the people who have not got any backs in their mark sheet and the ones who don’t have the positive attitude in them will not see to it as ‘Benefits’ but, you know, I’m only writing to those persons who have a positive response towards life even when they have got their ass kicked real hard.

So, this time trying to keep the promise of staying in touch (touch being mentioned here refers to connection to the person via internet and calls to those very-few-friends and not the physical touch).

Will write back to you soon...

Cartoons-Cartoons-Cartoons

Cartoons have always been very close to every child. I seldom find any child who does not likes cartoon. I liked cartoons too. They played a very important role in my life. Important as in they gave me subject to talk about, subject to boast about, feel proud of. Yes, I was proud of cartoon heroes. The way they fought against crimes, saved children, stop the bank-loots, saved little creatures, helped oldies. I just loved them for what they were.

Probably the kind-hearted person I’m today is somehow related to these cartoon characters only. They inspired me to be good to everybody. No-matter who they are. What they do. What they don’t do. I am just more than ready to help them.

It’s not like that I saw cartoons only for developing the moral values. They were fun. Tom & Jerry - my favorite cartoon, kept me glued to television. It used to come on Cartoon network on Sundays. I was so stubborn when it came down to watching Tom trying to catch Jerry that even if I had a exam starting from Monday I used to have my breakfast planned in such a way that I could watch the favorite heart-pumping show.

I was happy watching Richie–Rich fight with gangster sort of people while I got ready simultaneously for School at 10 a.m.’s, almost everyday, till my class time shifted from 11:30 a.m. to morning 8:30 a.m.

The Powerzone: I became enthusiastic whenever I saw Swat–Cats save their city. Their great piloting skills made me just say “Wow!” Fantastic four was also something of my liking. And then there was Captain Planet who along with his friends saved our Earth. *A Special Thanks to them*.

All-time favorite: My all-time favorite was our hero Baloo and kid from the great series Talespin. I still remember the tune of the title song. Uncle Scrooge – the miser person who swam in his coins, who had three nephews named Huie, Duie and Luie(The names might be wrong. This is how I perceived the names like). Alladin and his monkey Ali along with the genie and his magic carpet was too good at that time.

Superheroes: These were the most fascinating of them all. Not just because they saved humanity but also because they had great well-toned bodies to admire. I loved Superman. His concept of flying was something I liked very much and very often I used to imitate his flying posture just in hope that some time it would actually work and lift me in air. I also used to tie towels and chunni of didi around my neck to have a robe just like his. Batman was great because he was closest to reality, with his super-duper-extra-fodu car. Spiderman was my personal favorite because he was able to climb up walls. Was able to get his web out of his hands. It was just too-good.

But somehow I was not moved by the concept of almost all the superheroes wearing their underpants over their skin-tight outfits. I mean what for do you require undies to be worn over pants? Or was it their special tantra to get the powers they had.

Degradation: It makes my heart ache when I see the younger generation of India just sink into the hands and idiotic activities of some bad-looking creature from Pokemon. I mean how could you stand someone who looks uglier than a pig. I just think sometimes where the class and the quality of the cartoons gone? They were so great at our times and have degraded so much now. Such a pity!!!

Miles to go before I sleep

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it's queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there's some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.


This is by far the most inspiring poem I’ve ever read. This is something I always say it to myself, when I’m feeling low, when I let myself down. I read this poem a long time back. But then, 1 day while testing the ability of google, I just found this. I read it once, twice, thrice; I just read it over and over again. And every time I completed reading it, I found myself, full of energy, ready to shatter every god-damn record made on this planet.

It reminds me of the story our parents tell us about. The story of an ant trying to climb up the mountain, failing each time it tries. But, at-last successfully climbs up the mountain, achieving the goal being dreamt of.

What if, after failing once or twice the ant stops? Stops aiming? Stops trying? Stops working? Probably most of us do that. We stop. Even I do that sometimes. Its nothing to be ashamed of. It is just a matter of taking things on the positive note, taking every system, as if you made it. Taking things your own way, putting in the pinch of attitude in it, to achieve the goal.

Its not possible to always succeed but it is always possible to proceed. Even if you don’t get what you want, please do not stop trying. Just put in your best. And what if your best is just not the best enough to survive? Here you may have to take help. Go-on, take help. Help is something you’ll always require. I require it. You require it. Nobody can live without help of others. Help, again, could be in many forms, from educational to technical, from economical to emotional, from physical to mental, from anything to everything.

But that does mean we try to do things on our own. We should not, we should be self-dependant. My two theories of asking for help and becoming self-dependant may look to you as contradicting. However these two things may look like they oppose each other but on a deeper note they are connected. We just might require help to become self-dependant.
I’m very down-to-Earth in seeking help, because I know what I want. And to get that I’ve to work. So,

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Keep thinking, keep working, keep moving ahead, even if it is by one-million of a millimeter.

Blah-Blah-Blah

I always write post when I get something interesting to tell all you folks about. But the time after I wrote my last highly appreciated *Smiles* post, I was just looking for that perfect thing to happen to me, which can be told to you and then it happened, don’t get excited, here ‘it’ refers to absolutely nothing. Nothing particular and big was happening to me. It does not mean that my life became good-for-nothing types, but no hilarious or semi-hilarious or quarterly-hilarious or ‘1/n’-ly-hilarious(n=8, 16, 32...) thing was hitting me.

Though I understood very important concept of life – “Do not joke or play pranks on women community in-general”. This super, one of the rule-the-world kind of concept rushed across me twice in this week. Firstly, it was with my lovable Ma. I was just trying to make her laugh by enacting her. Everything went super cool for some good 10-15 minutes in which I almost made her cry with laughs and then she started disciplining me and started giving me lectures on “How you should behave with your mother” and all that kind of stuffs. I was just too annoyed with how feminist race behave. One moment she was as happy as she is and the other, she is treating me like I'm like a murderer.

Well even Brahma-ji was not able to completely understand them, then who in the hell, heaven, am I to try understand them. Let them be the way they are. I sometimes just don’t give a damn. But this time the female involved was my Ma, so I had to. Though I don’t retaliate to my Ma very often so, this time I decided to give it a shot. I stood up straight, looked her in eyes, took a deep-breath, cleared my throat and on top of my voice I roared, “I’m sorry Ma. This won’t happen again.” She smiled back and I decided that I won’t ever in my life again make fun of her not even in my wildest dream.

Then, last night, I was again in a mood for mischief and targeted one of my pal this time. I have this habit of 99.99% times picking the wrong pray for my poor, sometimes (percentage competes with the mentioned number) cheap pranks. The rest 0.01% are the times when I play prank on the animals. Sometimes animal are better. HA HA HA. But in-general “girls don’t take things sportingly” is the conclusion. Not even my sister tries to be a sport.

PS: Even after these many amenities, I just love them! But they should also be supportive in my pranks. May be sometimes my jokes and pranks are way below poverty line but then, just help me grow.
P-PS: The blog title will look relevent if you picture any girl talking.

Bura na mano Holi hai

Holi has always been a very special occasion to me, not because I am a very Happy-in-festivals kind of boy rather because I like the add-ons that Holi brings with itself. When I was a kid, I used to enjoy holi because, first, it brought holidays. *Any child will vouch for it that holidays bring fun*. And when you ask me, I’ll agree to it without any resistance. Secondly, it was the food that brought me immense pleasure. I love food, so I love festivals. My mom still prepares many lovely and of-course very tasty stuffs, which keeps me glued to the kitchen until I declare Everything-that-Ma-made-for-this-Holi-is-over. (I love you Ma).

Its not like only the food and the holiday gives me pleasure but yes, Holi has been special. I still remember about a decade back or so, when I was hardly eight years, I used to carry two buckets full of specially made colored water, one of which had my Pichkari. Now you readers don’t think it to be just another kids’ pichkari. It was no ordinary pichkari, for it, first of all, was gifted by my father and secondly, it was All-Steel + Having-No-washer-defect pichkari. This meant that I could color other competitors with my head held high and continuously, without repairing the washers of the pichkari, in middle of the inter-gali holi war. It was always fun with my Bramhastra kind of pichkari, which made me the Champ of my gali, at-least.

But the victory did not come to me that easy always. Once when I was out of supply the ammo.(Colored water as in this case) and other gali’s kids were chasing me down the street, I fell off. Both my knees got wounded, blood coming down from them but the rivals just weren’t paying any attention towards it and were busy coloring me but then, my troops came to my rescue.*Thanks to them* and in the end, we won by chasing the rival kids out of the gali.

But from past two years I’m not able to play Holi. Not because I don’t want to but I’m not able to. Past to past year, due to death of my loving paternal Grandfather, I was not able to celebrate. Last year I went to Gaurav’s native place. Though I enjoyed a lot there in Mauranipur but I did not play Holi. This year also I won’t be able to celebrate it due to sad demise of my Ma’s Father. So, I’m planning to go to Ankit’s Gaon for studying or at-least have fun out there.

Anyways, Happy Holi.

Perfect Match

This post of me is going to define a perfect match, a perfect lover according to me. It is not necessary that your concept of a perfect lover matches with mine but then, it is what I think.

1. An agile mind: She should be agile enough in thinking to do the requisite things just at the right time at the right place. This could include things from making the perfect move while making love to perfectly giving answers to the people asking some witty questions about our relationship. This does not mean that you have to be rude.


2. Non-interfering: Every relationship is bound by definite boundaries and she should be on the safer side of this boundary. She should be good enough to know where is that fine lined boundary. I don’t like much interference in my life, it doesn’t matter whoever is she, she is not permitted in my life beyond a certain limit. She should be perfect in knowing the thresholds of my patience.


3. Understanding: Just sit next to me, say nothing yet everything to me when I lose. She should be the first one to console me for any grief. She should look into my eyes when I come from work and straight away tell me not to get angry on my boss the next time. Get me something to drink when I sigh in tiredness.


4. Good Cook: They say “Way to man’s heart is through his stomach.” This is very true for me. Some people eat to live but a foodie like me lives to eat. I can eat from anything to everything just with the same craze. So, she should be an excellent cook because I am not.


5. Co-operative: She should co-operate me in every field in which she could help. *This does not mean that she’ll be the only one helping the other person. I’ll also help her to fullest. If she is tired and not ready to cook, I may not cook for her but definitely can bring us something to eat.*


6. Not taller than 5’10”: I mean what kind of boy would want a girl taller than him. In my case I want a girl, if not less, then at least half inch shorter than me *If the girl has a habit of wearing high heel sandals then the combined height should not be exceeding the limit.*


7. Speed Freak: I don’t want a girl whose soul shakes at some freaking speed of 150 Mph. She should also enjoy fast life as much as I do. I don’t want a light hearted girl, whom I’ve to take care of.


8. Non-complaining: My friends could come at any time round the clock. She should be non-complaining of this. I don’t want any fuss to be created when my friends drop in at 3 p.m. and demand a cup of coffee or when they come just to say ‘hi’ at 3 a.m.


9. Love my family: *This, according to me, needs no explanation.*


10. Same taste in music: Music is something that brings people close. She should not give me those evil looks when I continuously listen to Eminem, trying to figure out the accent of the song + learning the lyrics.

P.S.: These are some things I want in my perfect match. Though I’d like a girl fulfilling all the criterions mentioned above, but special consideration can be given to that very very perfect girl in all the fields, barring point no. 7, 8, 9.

Fcuk rules

What is the first thing you say when you know that your a$$ is either kicked or more than ready to be kicked? Huh? When I’m in such a great I don’t know what to do situation, the only word that hits my empty mind is the word above all words, Fcuk. *I know what the correct spelling of it is. This mistake has been done deliberately to maintain the dignity of the blog. After all the blog belongs to a Saint.* This four lettered word is small enough to fit in anywhere and giant enough to hold any more gigantic expression. No matter what the situation you are in, this four-letter word could always come to your rescue. At least to me, this word comes before any goddamn expression that comes to my mind. ‘Fcuk’ brushes my mind when I am happy. ‘Fcuk’ runs through mind when I am sad. ‘Fcuk’ dashes my mind when I pass through any death-defying situation, it sprints across my mind when I win, when I lose, when the result is a tie, when I am surprised, when I am terrified, when I want to make others cry. This is the word that I use when somebody fools me or when I fool somebody. I use the word ‘Fcuk’ when I achieve something. Basically I can say without ‘Fcuk’ my life is Fcuked up.

Ain't it a shame that you can't say "Fcuk"
Fcuk's just a word
And it's all fcuked up
Like a fcuked up punk
With a fcuked up mouth
We fcuked up me
And fcuked up you

By: Limp Bizkit


I use the word very much and I’m fcuking proud of it, using the fcuked up word, a fcuking hundred times. I use this word when my profile views remains at 181 even after publicizing my blog to every possible area, when my post gets only 1 comment(Fcuk it!)


It's a fucked up world
A fucked up place
Everybody's judged by their fucked up face
Fucked up dreams
Fucked up life
A fucked up kid
With a fucked up knife

By: Limp Bizkit







P.S. : The word also chilled through my spine when Anish and I were being dragged in the culprits list after doing nothing. The word was with me along with the sentence we did not do a thing.

A Walk to Remember

I got down from the bus. For some reason, I did not move at all and let every person of my stop to get down from the bus. Then, I do not know why, I took a different root for my house. This root being in parallel position with my routine way. As I was strolling down the way, through a gap in the road, I saw one girl of my college, walking alone from the bus stop. I sped and caught her at the next section of the road gap, with me, on my routine way now.
She did not pay attention towards me and continued to walk with her head down, for about a good 20 -30 mts. I just walked with her, without getting any notice from her. As soon as she hit reality, she became a bit conscious, as someone was walking with her, without her consent. But as She lifted her head and found me, gave me a happy ‘hi’(She probably was feeling low). I also said ‘hi’. She asked “Aj paidal kaise jaa raha he? Bike nahi laya?” . I just replied “haan, bas aise hi aaj paidal chalne ki ichcha ho rahi thi, isliye”. She smiled and said “Aaj hi nahi lani thi! Pata hai me kitna thak gayi hu aaj? Bike lata to mujhe ghar ke pass tak chhod deta na ! ”. I said “Bike nahi toh kya hua, kya mai tujhe ghar tak nahi chhod sakta? Tu chinta mat kar, dono baat karte karte kaise tere ghar tak pahooch jayenge, pata bhi nahi chalega.”
Then not doing much talking but steadily taking my steps towards her house, we reached at the point where I was supposed to drop her. All this time she was insisting me not to bother about her and just go to my house but I did not say much and continued to accompany her. But at this separating path, I replied to all her questions with a generous “anything for you” gesture. She smiled back. Then she smiled again and asked me one of the most difficult question of my life ”Abhinav, tu mujhe roj yahan tak chhodne aayega na? ”. She stunned me with this question of her’s. After remaining silent for about a minute, looking directly into her eyes, I said NO. I started my walk back to my home without saying anything else, with my mind at unrest, my heart questioning me, my legs not supporting me to walk forward, my head wanting to turn and look at her. I wanted to fight with time and wanted to correct myself with a YES. I did not talk to her after this walk, though I always wanted to. Or did I?

Stuck in sands of time

Sometimes in life, you cannot perform! It happens with almost all of us for one time atleast. Well, I’m no different. This time the failure hit me in the form of Examination result. Though I cleared all the subjects but I did not perform well. No, I did not perform! Well not every day is your day. This result was a consequence of a bad effort put in by me, plus a number of things that I do not understand, happened!
If I were writing this post few months back, probably I’d have tried to hide the bad performance, under the cover of sad demise of my maternal Grandfather or have overshadowed the same under the name of a severe infection that kept me sneezing for hours, relentlessly, in addition to great deal of problems that I faced in writing the exam because of the infection. But I did not. This time I wanted the blame of 62.4% to be put entirely on me, not any good enough reason. So, here am I, confessing it to you all that, this devilishly bad result is all because of my poor effort. I waited this long before I posted this post because I wanted a positive step towards the betterment, which I took few days back, when I started studying again.
I’m fighting with time again, this time I want it to be very swift and fast so that I can just run to that time when my IV semester results are out and I, again be a mid 70’s percent student, a happy mid 70 percent student. But till then I’m just stuck in the sands of time, which is making my each and every moment seem like a hell of a year, making it difficult for me to breathe in air of early 60 percent scheme. But as I always say, its not a bad time, its just a bad phase which is gonna pass away, all you have to do is wait. But as for now, this is the only thing that I can do, along with studying.

Mixed Bag

6 Feb. 2006,
Monday,
6:44 a.m.

6:44 a.m.
"Shit!, I'm late again"
"Damn it! 'Again' "
"I'm running short of time! "
"Should I take bath? "
"Ya, I've to! I never go to college without taking a bath"
"But I'm already half an hour off schedule."


Another 'busy' day of my life starts with a little and precise conversation with myself. The adjective Busy surely doesn't mean that my life is boring. So, I reframe my sentence: Another busy, yet intresting, day of my life starts. Today, I being, a little late though!
I hastliy did all the necessary rituals that made me eligible to be called as "Ready for college" student. I was happy that I broke my old Fast bathing record by full 10 seconds(I don't feel like mentioning the 'record' time but the catch is I'm a champ). I quickly gulped in a glass of milk and rushed with my bike keys down the apartment. I nearly fell off the stairs in haste but I managed somehow. As I was speeding to the bus stop, I saw one girl in the middle of the road, waving me to stop and give her a lift (I later recognized her as a girl who studies in my college) So I applied the disc brakes and tried hard not to give her a lift on my bike's headmask. To my ease, by this time, she was on the roadside, So I gave her a lift. When we reached the bus stop, the bus wasn't there. This means, now I had to catch a monster of thousands of cc's, also called as college bus, on my aristocratic, royal 100cc bike. (This line is for those readers who are very well acquainted with the technicalities of my superbike).
I started my journey bouncing and bumping each and every rough thing that came my way, on the road( This was a reward for the girl sitting behind me as she did the sin of taking a lift from me). Finally, I caught the bus few stops later! I made the terrified girl sit in the bus and asked the bus driver to wait for me at the next stop, so I could park my bike at safe place, safe place being Anish's apartment. So, I again picked up the speed, this time the monster following me! As I was about to manoeuvre my bike in Anish's apartment's parking lot. My sixth sense told me to stop at once! So I did! But poor enough for me, the person manoeuvering his bicycle did not get the call!
BANG!!! the a****** hit me!
When I came back to senses, I started scanning the a******

Primary scanning:
1. Green pant,
2. Red sweater,
3. Specs,
Result: A****** not indentified!

Secondary scanning:
1. Curly hair,
2. Wheatish complexion,
3. A confused face,
Result: A****** identified as a 14 - 15 yr. old boy!

Final scanning:
1. A mallu smile,
2. A boy, calling me 'bhaiya'!
Result: A****** identified as Appu(Anish's li'l bro)

Pat!! I slapped the boy!
He did not say a word!

As I was already late for the college, I parked my bike nearby. Then, as I was running towards the bus, I saw blood coming out from my Middle Finger. It was badly bruised, but I continued running towards the bus, feeling as if great SRK is running, giving a take for some Yashraj film!

The college part of that day was similar: Busy! , but here the adjective busy surely means the day was Boring!.

When I was about to go home at 3 p.m., I missed the bus in another long story, which I don't feel like writing.
The evening, as usual, was great, with me spending time with Baddies, hanging out! In the night, when I came back home, Papa was furious. According to him, I'm slipping out of hands, going out of control. Well I won't comment anything on this, but this, obviously made me feel down. But then I have this great power of boosting up my mood! So, I did it!

All in all, the day was full of surprises and was a mixed bag. Wasn't it?

Am I for real?

Last evening, when we were roaming on our usual "Kahin chalte hain na yaar!" mood, this time the place being Treasure Island. A thought just ran across my mind which, for sure, has caught me in a stream of a long thinking session, which started the moment the thought hit me and I don't know when its gonna end: "Am I for real? ".

Right from the day I started losing, though I always play to win, I consolidated myself giving a fake reason for not winning, sometimes the reason being a bad day at the performance time, sometimes it being the fault of Mr. 'X', sometimes the losing being shadowed by some other genuine reason. And take my word, these reasons were so fabulous that it never made me guilty of what I lost. Whatsoever I lost, I was the only person correct in the whole scenario and all other being wrong, being responsible for what I lost. But yesterday it just hit my nerves. "Whom am I faking - the People or Me?"

I faked myself with a reason when I did not win the House captain's election. I faked myself with a reason when I did not get a good rank in competetive exam I faked myself whenever I gave an Oscar winning performance to my teachers when I did not do the assignments, yet getting an 'A' grade or so. I faked myself with a reason for not getting selected in the clloege team. I faked myself with a reason many a times.

Before the thought hit me, I did not wanted any reason to be happy, I was happy when I did not win the House captain's election saying " It's so very Jhanjhat wala kaam! It's good that I did not win or else I would have missed out on the fun part of my school life". I was happy when I did not get a good rank in competetive exams saying "Achcha hai! Ghar par hi rehkar padh lunga, isse achcha aur kya ho sakta tha?". I was happy whenever I gave my teachers an Oscar winning performance saying "Maza aa gaya, Saala na padhna pada aur na hi mehnat karni padi to get an 'A' grade". I was happy when I did not get selected in my college team saying "Chalo bach gaye, nahi to saala Saturday aur Sunday ko bhi 25 Km. jana padta aur apni ghisni padti."

I was so very good in squeezing out happiness out of nowhere. Afterall this is what I was? I was always more than happy where their was minimum possibility of being happy. This is what my God Damn blog speaks about : about being happy, about being The Enigmatic Euphoric that I'm, and whats happening to me, Why I'm feeling low? Why am I not being able to find a ray of happiness in the darkness of woes? Why the songs which eased me is sounding like a trainwreck to me? Why I'm not trying to win, which was perphaps the only thing which kept me and my spirits from dying out: the hope to win, the hope to succed, Where is it? Why I want to lie down and hear no more things? Why I'm not expecting any call, any message? Why I just want to go in the darkness and sit alone? Why I'm not thinking about my friends, who are so very important to me? Why I'm not thinking about my future? Why I'm not thinking about my biceps? Why I don't want to sit with my family? Why I'm doing whatever I'm doing? Why am I not happy? Why that smile of mine has left me alone? Why I'm faking myself? Why I'm not for real? Why? But I know this is just a phase and it will pass away, but when? When will I start enjoying? When will I be the Enigmatic Euphoric that I am?

But after today, I won't be faking myself. I'm going to be strong and happy. Now I've to prove things, things to myself, things to others and things to the superpower, if he is there! I guess I'll overcome the sadness pretty soon and will emerge out stronger and better than ever!

My 'In'decision is final

From the day I got serious about my studies, way back in 10th std., I always knew it that I'm gonna be Software Engineer. I always said to myself "What else I could be? I like computers, I like the music played on it, I love everything 'bout it, this is the only field I'm gonna get in!! My 'In'decision was final Almost five yrs. have gone by and here I am Studying Enginnering, Though the keyword "Engineering" is same but my decision of taking software feild Changed. The Software part has been deleted and Mechanical has been geared in.
Now again the time has come for me to take a firm decision 'bout what to do in my future! When I try n think out options, I generally come out on only few points which are to be given a deep thought. Those being :-

1. Should I take a job after doin' my B.E.?
2. Should I try for C.A.T.?
3. Should I drive myself to get good G.R.E. score?
4. Should I fight for Civil services?
5. Should I try my hand in any business run?
6. Should I go for the training to become a qualified test driver of different automobile Co.?
7. Should I take up wrestling as an career option?
8. Should I be a model?
9. Should I take up acting as my profession?

There are many more options but though being spoiled for choices I know what I've to do. So, here goes my statement "In my future I've decided to be a person who is anything from the options stated above (or the options those are not stated above)" and this time my 'In'decision is final.

God! I'm happy!

1. My exams are over.
2. I can now Rap '2' Eminem Songs fully and many partially.
3. I've got a N 6600 Camera Phone. (Thanks to my Papa and Jacob Bhaiya).
4. I've satrted goin' to Gym (again).
5. That's a secret one and friends, let it be a secret! (Thanks to ******).
6. I gave a good presentation in class.
7. My mom returned from her maternal house(Ma, I love you).
8. My blog has become 7th most read blog in Indore.
9. My friends are happy! (Slowly I'm realizing my Friends are my Everything).
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Do I need a 'Reason' to be happy?

Hell no!!! I can be happy just for no good (bad) reason but why restrict yourself when you are gettin' happines from these many sources.

Deficiency "SHE"

Are we ever going to overcome this deficiency Mechanical Branch is suffering from?
This is a very frequently asked question in the minds of Mechanical studs. No matter which college they are in, no matter what place they are studying at, whether it be a top class insti. of India or may it be some third grade college in some Village that has only one building - that too the damn Engineering building - Mech. boys always suffer from deficiency "SHE".Some Mechanical studs. are even in greater danger, with they having few traces of vitamin "SHE" but those traces are just so Yuck!, that they require most of the pity of this world.

But if we see this deficiency on the positive note - aren't we've been given a boon? We are happy at so many points, like we don't have to get into some dirty politics(with our branchmates) just to get the girl you like, you always have to get dirty with someone who's not in your branch. Besides its all man power, I mean you can always say people that Mech. boys will come to rescue or when you get into a fight you have that edge on other branch students i.e. after all they won't fight to you with girls trying to be Rani Laxmi Bai.

Its always fun being in Mechanical branch, afterall you also get to hear those dirty jokes and comments from profs. So, despite being suffering from a deficiency - We stand tall!!

" In the mean time, time gets mean"

This thought hit my mind when we were in the semifinals of the cricket tournament, playing the match against the defending champions(I.T.). We batted first and gave them a total, which was not so competetive. And then when I was keeping, I just thought of it! Though we won the match and eventually the tournament but the time between the satrting of the match and before we won it - the time was difficult!
After the semis, I just kept believing in the truth of the statement. No matter what the situation, what the criterion, what the progress of the event! The thought proves to be holding its truth always!! You can test it on any ground, for eg. After you give your exam and wait for the results patiently (impatiently), then also the mean time is difficult to pass.

Are we defeated?

We win everything but I'm looking forward to the time when we'll be able to defeat death. Death is one thing we're always defeated from. Death is inevitable and may be the ultimate truth of this world. The life that goes, goes but the people who are left here are left sad. Sadness comes from the departure of the person and it is also something one can't stop. We have been doing things to defeat the discomforts but when will the time come when we'll be able to defeat death? So after winning these many things and losing to just one, does really make us a winner or Are We Defeated?


But some people fight it great and I'm glad, I know one such person. He might have been defeated but he has not lost. I never knew he is this strong!