Enigmatic Euphoria Exists

A - Z tag

2008-11-05T14:06:00.002+05:30

A-Age: 22 years.

B-Band listening to right now: None in particular(have 227 songs in my playlist in a shuffle mode)

C-Career (plan): Gain work experience, do MBA, work like maniacs in some automobile industry, opt for photography as a career in the end.

D-Drink or Smoke: No. A big 'NO' actually.

E-Easiest friends to talk to: Nirupam, Gaurav, Supriya ma'am, Abhishek, Arjun, Anish, Shruti, Aman(almost in that order)

F-Funniest moment of your life: Can't zero in one particular moment. Have lots of them.

G-Gummy bears or gummy worms: Gummy Bears(Haven't heard of Gummy Worms).

H-Have a girlfriend?: Nope.

I-In love: Yeah, very much in love.

J-Junk food you like: Pork Pizza.

K-Kids: I love them.

L-Longest ride ever: Rode from Indore to Bhopal(some 200 kms.) and drove from Indore to Ranchi(some 1700 kms., along with my dad).

M-Man/woman you love the most: Man: Papa, Woman: Ma and Megha.

N-Names for your kids: boy - Abhay(thats my father's name too but the name is rocking)/ girl - never thought of

O-One wish you have now: To own a Bullet.

P-Phobias: Can't term it as phobia but was scared to death as soon as the fact that I can't even swim hit me when I was up there in a parachute being towed by a motor-boat some 125 feet above water, 500 feet away from sea beach in Goa.

Q-Quote (favorite): 'Some days you are the pigeon and some days you are the statue.'

R-Reasons to smile: Friends, family, self-talks

S-Sleeping hours: None in particular.

T-Time you woke up: 5.30 a.m.

U-Unknown fact about you: I am a dreamer.

V-Vegetable you hate: None.

W-Worst habit: As my dad says, not reacting to commands quickly but I am proud to say that I'm improving.

X-X-rays you’ve had: Chest, that too for TCS medical check-up.

Y-Yummy foods: Anything prepared by Papa and non vegetarian cuisines.

Z-Zodiac sign: Cancer.

P. S. I love blogging and I tag you.

Guess who is back, back again!!!

2008-11-05T13:52:00.002+05:30

Finally I have come back to my neglected blog. I believe the flair of my words are all gone now. I was finding it difficult to start this post. Falling short of words. I feel worst than a first timer would feel in this world. But I am determined to write. I know I can get the words back, the flair would also be back sooner than later, the spirit would also be back again...

Afterall it doesn't matter how many times you lose but how many times you bounce back and I'm here to stay.

Can't Help falling in love with you

2007-07-01T03:32:00.000+05:30

He picked up the phone as soon as the phone rang. Why Not? He was waiting for her call.

"Hello" he replied, hastily.

"Oh! hi" she replied, calmly.
and then there was a sudden hush.

"So?" she broke the silence.

"I called you 10 mins. before" he said.

"Yeah. Didn't see the call." and then inquired instantly about the places where they could meet up.
"Cafe Coffee day" was the instant reply. He had been thinking of this place from a long time. His memory flashed instantly to the their previous meeting over the same place. It was great, he thought.

"10 mins?" he knew it would take her more time to reach the place.

"Okay, I'm nearby. I'll be there"

He knew he was late by 5 mins or so. He entered CCD and searched for her. The place wasn't so crowded. Two boys were sitting on the couch. He expected her to be seated in such a way that she could watch the door, waiting for him. She wasn't watching the door but she was there. He was upset. He thought he shouldn't have forced her to come here. He should have read the signs or were there any signs? Did she also want to meet him? "Whatever" he thought.

He took the seat opposite to her. WOW!. He controlled himself from dropping his jaw. She was looking absolutely STUNNING. He asked her directly about the makeover she had. Why Not! She was looking STUNNING.

"Looking good" he said.
She smiled. Blushed.

She was wearing a black top and a denim jean jacket. The word 'STUNNING' came to his mind again. He looked at himself in the Ray-Ban. Long hair, unshaven look. He felt a sense of inferiority, something that doesn't really happen. He was shocked and she, beautiful.

He was about to take his favorite coffee. She insisted to take something she liked. He was very happy that she suggested something and ordered it without giving it a thought. A very seldom thing to do by him. They talked about everything. They sat for about an hour.

Then she had to go to purchase some books. He asked her, outright, if he could join her on the shopping. She hesitated.

"Oh my god!" the boy thought. He asked himself to be calm, regained his poise, paid the bill.

He was again STUNNED by watching her full length. The Jean was perfect fit. He instantly thought the only thing that did not fit her was him. He felt Inferior- again. He saw the white Puma shoes- perfect.

They went to the ATM. She was out of cash.

He again checked the possibility of him coming to the shopping with her. She declined diplomatically. She bid him goodbye and sped past him after wearing her helmet. He stood there for few more minutes, thinking about her.

He wanted to say it, once and for all. He missed the chance- again. But, he was back to his normal- confident self again. He kick- started his bike, confidently and the very next moment felt a chill run down his spine. If he could only turn back time, he would confess- come what may
- he would love her.

Haan mujhe pyaar hai...

2007-06-24T10:03:00.000+05:30

"If loving her is foolish then let me be one." he said silently without looking at them.

"What do you want from her?" One of them asked him.

"Can you all please stop asking these questions over and over again?" He looked frustrated.

"No, tell us all what do you want from her?"

"Love" and a tear rolled down from his eyes.

"Do you realize that she is around 40 and you 21?"

"Yes"

"and married." one of the friend added.

"But what can I do now? No matter how much I try, I never am able to stop myself from thinking about her "

"She is not going to leave her husband and come to you, Is she?"

he nodded a no.

"Then why are you not letting her go? Why are you making things difficult for her, for yourself?"

"Because I love her very much. Even if I won't tell her this ever, I'd always love her."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"Love her. More."

"This is no picture, this is your life."

"She is my life."

"You are out of your mind."

"May be. But I still love her ."

Friends, for the first time were not comforting him, he pleaded them to leave him alone.
They all walked away. There was no point talking to him right now. He was in love for the first time. It did not matter that she was elder to him. He couldn't have cared less... he was happily in love, not thinking anything else.

A new day has come

2007-02-17T14:20:00.000+05:30

As a new day brings life to all and all... here I'm, trying to bring life to the people who are dead. People who are dead, not by the laws of nature but by their own laws. These dead people make slow moves, think slowly, make lives of other people dull but I will try hard to bring them to life. So, people wake up because a new day has come. A day of Rebirth. Renaissance.

P.S. Sorry for being late. Hope to keep you updated. Now with a Visual effect.

Love:
The Young Saint.

Guess who' s back, back again

2006-05-25T12:43:00.000+05:30

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

2006-04-08T10:10:00.000+05:30

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

2006-04-01T23:05:00.000+05:30

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

2006-03-26T23:16:00.000+05:30

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

2006-03-14T19:38:00.000+05:30

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

2006-03-06T16:49:00.000+05:30

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.*

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.*

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.

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.

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

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

2006-02-26T21:51:00.000+05:30

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

2006-02-22T19:25:00.000+05:30

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

2006-02-17T18:07:00.000+05:30

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

2006-02-07T16:47:00.000+05:30

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?

2006-02-02T10:28:00.000+05:30

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

2006-01-28T11:21:00.000+05:30

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!

2006-01-18T21:24:00.000+05:30

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"

2006-01-11T10:02:00.000+05:30

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"

2006-01-08T14:32:00.000+05:30

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?

2006-01-03T18:34:00.000+05:30

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!

A(nother) page out of Appu's life

2005-12-30T13:40:00.000+05:30

So, starting from the beginning, when I came to school the first day, I didn't think about what will happen to me in future and cared about today(At that time). Even after the ultimate incident, I was unaware of the thing that I was very found of our class's beautiful girl Akriti Gupta. My mind again wandered and I got head over heels in love with her. When she heard it do you know what her reaction was? She looked as if she had seen a beggar as her groom! I knew why! It was because I didn't look as handsome as she has expected and she had never thought of me as her boyfriend.
Few days later:
Every time I sat for thinking, I would think of her. Shit! I think the pen is not working well. But as a result of thinking of her, I nearly failed in my first exam. Even then I'm collecting my guts to write a diary entry. Hey, do you know I'm close to becoming a "kavi" like Ehsaan? Well, here is one of them:-

Ek bar Laluji ko ek alag bimari kaat khai,

Unko achanak apne state ke safai ki yaad aayi.

Unhone kaha logon se "Pehle mai apne ghar se chaalu karta hu bhai",

Aur unse chaar din mai ek khidki bhi saaf nahi ho payi.

Jab Rabriji ne dekha to kaha "Laluji! Laluji! apne vacuum cleaner ka kamal to dikhaeye,

Bahut saal pehle laye the, Aaj chaalu kar ke to bataeye".

Laluji ne kaha "Rabriji! Rabriji! Kaisi akal hai apko is time par ubhar aayi,

Aaphi to thi wo jo do saal pehle faltu samajh apni naukrani ko thi de aayi".

59.9cc Superbike

2005-12-25T00:02:00.000+05:30

I met a small boy today evening, he has come to India few days before only, he knows very li'l about India and the Indian artifacts. The conversation was short yet interesting. I went to his house to pick him up and bring him to my house for didi to meet him.

It was very cold outside, so I took the helmet, leather gloves, skull cap. Then I took the keys of the bike. " Oh! The bike's not clean! Why not take the scooterate instead?"- I asked to myself. Then answering myself in a yes, I took the scooterate.
When I reached there he was very much excited for a bike ride and after he saw those accessories of mine, he was ready to do anything for the ride to come fast to him. So without delaying anymore I took him out on the scooterate. He was excited! I helped him climb the scooty, then started off! "I don't like fast riders" were his first words. I gave him an affirmative answer and confirmed the speed as 20 Kmph. "No, you can do upto 80 Kmph" was his next sentence. I thought to myself "80 Kmph!! If I took every bit of power from the POWERMACHINE I'm driving then also it will cruise only at an unimaginable 55 Kmph." He cut my thought in between and asked me "Whats the top speed of the Vehicle, we are on?,"- expecting something big. I read the expression on his face and thought to make him happy. But as I was deciding the speed to be exaggerated, he fired an observation of his to me, this being outta this world one! " This is a superbike na!!".
I smiled looking towards him and answered him in my thoughts" Ya, Of course this is a superbike, a 59.9cc revved up, freakin' Road dominating mighty superbike."

Bitches, they come they go!

2005-12-21T14:37:00.000+05:30

Tring Tring
Tring Tring

Me: Hello
She #1: Hello, Kya mai Surbhi se baat kar sakti hu?
(Me thinks " Are yaar ek aur wrong number, inki to *** ** ***** ", But me continues! )
Me: Ya, sure, Par uske liye apko sahi number dial karna padega!
She #1: kya?
Me: Bilkul, yahan par koi Surbhi nahi rehti hai!
She #1: OK, Sorry, Aap kinke yahan se bol rahe hain?
Me : Ye Sinha ji ka ghar hain!
She #1: Oh! Sorry!
(Me waits for her to put down the phone first... I wait for few seconds, OH! So she is also waiting for the same. )
Me: Hello, You can also keep the phone down.
(Me thinks " oh! what crap I'm talking. " But she giggles. )
She #1: Ya, I know that!
(Now for 10- 15 secs there is no response to my HELLO's, Then,)
She #2: Hello
Me: Yes, Can I help you?
She #2: Kya?
Me: You are not keeping the phone down, So I guessed that you wanna...
She#2: No, I thought that you would keep the phone down!
Me: Your voice seem to be different, I mean, not different on that note but changed I guess!
She#2: Ya, you were talking to my friend earlier!
Me: So, why did she give the phone to you?
She#2: No, she just said you had a good voice!
(Me thinks WOW! she is impressed by my talks! Me tries to be calm, not to show my desperation, atleast not so quickly!! )
Me: Thanks but may I know who's on the other side?
Me(again): O.K. Whats in the name, a rose by any other name, would smell as sweet!
She#2: WOW!
Me: That was said by Shakespeare! not me, but thanks anyways.
She#2: So, what do you do?
Me: Talk to girls when they want to talk to Surbhi!
She#2: Good and besides that!
Me: Study Engineering! Though I don't study much!
She#2(Giggles): You seem to be interesting!
Me: Uh huh! What do you mean by that?
She#2: No, I was just telling you!
Me: Thanks, So what do you do?
She#2: And why should I tell you?
Me: 'Coz I told you!
(Now me thinks she is a smartass gal, let us take her on the other note! )
Me: So, Where do you usually spend your Time out? C. C. D.?
She#2: Whats that?
(OK, She does not know what is C. C. D.! Cool!! Ye to Bewkuf bhi hai!! )
Me: Don't bother!
(Me thinks of another way to ask her out!
SHIT!!! I'm outta ideas!
Me talks crap for some good 10 mins also thinking the way to ask her out! After being not hit by any great idea, Me asks her directly!)
Me: So, Can we meet over a coffee?
She#2: What? 1 sec!
(She took about half a minute to complete her 1 sec.and then again asked me to hold on!)
She#1: What are you saying?
Me: Hey, I talked to you before!
She#1: Ya, What were you saying?
Me: Can we see each other sometime?
She#1: Wait! Lemme think?
Me: OK!
She#1: What about tommorow, Indian coffee house at 6?
Me: Allright by me!
She#1: Ok, Then see you!
Me: How would I recognize you?

At this very moment my didi comes, snatches the phone from me, gives the girl 1 strong dose of ethical stuffs and she keeps the phone down!

Me just thinks of few lines by Eminem, thinking of those 2 girls:

But I do know one thing though, bitches, they come they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday, Monday through Sunday yo'
Maybe i'll love you one day, maybe we'll someday grow
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway ho'...

Seven Things

2005-12-15T23:45:00.000+05:30

Tagged by Sankalp. But first saw this post on Arjun's blog.

Seven things I want to do in my life:

1. Give my parents comforts they never thought of.

2. Ride across India with friends on some great 1700 cc freakin’ bike and on the trip do some excellent stunts on my bike.

3. Catch everybody’s attention who see me( Even if I’ve to do some silly things)

4. Race with Valentino Rossi and eventually come out as a winner.

5. Rap.

6. Love someone.

7. ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!

Seven things I can do:

1. Maneuver (May it be on bike or life)

2. Have friends.

3. Think logical things.

4. Plan things.

5. Make people happy by talking good about them.

6. Stop.(This includes everything that I start)

7. ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!

Seven things I cannot do:

1. Drink alcohol and smoke.

2. Lose in something that I love to do.

3. Be guilty in near ones eye.

4. Break the traffic rules and law.

5. Waste time(if its not everyday)

6. Lie(of course if its benefiting someone I like, I might lie)

7. Cry

Seven things I say the most:

1. Are yaar.

2. Mujhe lagta hai “I love her ”.

3. Mai jata hoon yaar, late ho raha hoon, Papa aa gaye honge.

4. Thoo!

5. Agar mere pass…………. Hota/hoti toh zamane ki Waat laga ke rakh deta.

6. Aaj maine --- dips lagayi (The number keeps on increasing)

7. Fcuk!

Seven Celebrity crushes:

1. Sushmita Sen.

2. Sonali Bendre.

3. Kate Winslet

4. Malika Arora Khan.

5. Sania Mirza.

6. Pamela Anderson.

7. Sophia.

Seven things that attract me to opposite sex:

1. Smile.

2. Intelligence in talks.

3. Ability to start things(I guess I’m pretty bad at starting things)

4. Sense of humour.

5. Same type of sporty attitude(Should have the funda “Live Life Kingsize”)

6. Eyes.

7. Always ready for fun.

Do Vivas in any language mean SCREW STUDENTS

2005-12-09T16:00:00.000+05:30

To rest of the World :

Viva (noun) :
A spoken examination at university.

To Abhinav Sinha :

Viva (horrifying) :
A spoken examination at university (where only the professor speaks).

The above said is proved by series of evidences...

Day # 1: (Engineering Thermodynamics Viva)

Scene #1:
Me enters in the lab, sees a wicked looking External professor. He calls all of the 4 preys ( Student as seen by other people ) to him. Gives all of us papers and asks a question, whose answer is to be written down in the paper. External sends all 4 of us to four directions. Me goes to one of the cona of lab," Fcuk, I dont know the ans." is my first reaction after seeing the question. Me takes out the cell, types the question and try to SMS question to gaurav. "Fcuk again, No network!! " But me tries again. message sent !! on second try.

Scene #2:
Me still waiting for reply of the message...

Scene #3:
Its my turn for a scary viva session. Me takes a seat on the stool, External shoots some great questions to me, Me able to defend only a few... My colleague defends poorer than me + he proves that all the 3 laws of thermodynamics are void, not possible in this God Damn World, that means we are wasting our time here in mechanical engineering as no possibility of 3 laws means no possibilty of mechanical engineering, which in turn means I'm screwing my life for impossible things."fcuk !! fcuk!! " Now external forces me to support the other student by showing his vast experience in confusing his preys and screwing them. Then he says those magical words "Get Out!!!" and we both leave the arena as defeated Gladiators

Scene #4:
Me getting out of lab and suddenly get a message of gaurav answering the question asked on paper. Me smiles at fate and takes leave.

KEYWORDS: " GET OUT "

Day #2: ( Kinematics of Machine Viva)

Scene 1:
Scared to death, Me enters the lab. This time the external is looking like a man, but as always, I'm scared. External quickly asks the questions and me, more quickly nod my head to give a dumb " NO " to all his first4 questions. But on his 5th question me fires a long answer. This time he takes his time and nods me a dumb " NO, this is not the answer I'm looking for ".

Scene 2:
Me gives some answers to save my sinkin' Titanic, Thanks to god this time he nods in a series of rational " O.K.'s ".

Scene 3:
Viva is over, me gets up to go out, internal also stands up with me, comes out and says to me " You did not perform up to the expectation ". Me gives him a silly " Sorry sir, this won't happen again."

KEYLINE : " You did not perform up to the expectation "

Day #3 : (Computer Programming 3 Viva)

Scene #1:
Me enters the lab, this time cool and calm with a perfect, smart " I know everything " walk . Me sits in front of the external (this time a lady). She starts asking silly questions, I answer them. Now she thinks I'm an intellect, She asks me difficult questions. Me gives her a " How do I know " look. Now she is not happy with my " I dont know " answer. She starts firing logical questions and me starts firing back illogical answers.

Scene #2:
Me is still sitting inside answering irrationaly to her. She gives me a " You are screwed " look and asks me to leave. Me gets up fast and take a " I'm done " walk out.

Scene #3:
Internal teacher comes out, Me makes another blunder and reach to her asking " How was my viva ". She relpies " Your response was not good ".

KEYLINE : " Your response was not good "

Day #4 : (Instrumentation and Measurement Viva)

Scene #1:
Me enters the lab with usual " I'm scared " look on my face. External is looking like a fierce lion, who has been kept hungary for 25 yrs. He starts asking some alien questions and me starts giving more alien answers. This continues for about, I don't know what time but it surely seemed like a decade to me.

Scene #2:
Me still sitting like a dumbass trying desparetly to answer some god damn question. External behaves kindly and asks me to leave. Me, without wasting a nanosecond, stands and runs out.

Scene #3:
Internal comes out in the break. Me, eager to know how did I perform, rushes to him as Micheal Johnson and asks him THE question. He looks at me in disbelief and walks away. I understand his " Deep Silence ".

KEYLINE: Sometimes you don't need words to understand thy feelings...

Me and My Allies

2005-12-01T00:40:00.000+05:30

My Allies : This word has been very intellectually chosen as dictionary gives the meaning of an Ally as someone who supports you, especially when other people are against you. And what else could have been the Title other than this, as we all are ready to help each other for every single time. This post is dedicated to all my Pals, who make my life what it is today. Without uttering a word now I switch to best part of my life : My friends

Arjun : As the name, So is the fame. He is a fun loving person with a sense of humour worth appreciation, sometimes the humour is so YUK!! but sometimes it really deserves a bow. Great Biker, slogs in studies when needed, does some cool stunts on his dhoom ki bike, a brilliant programmer, an ace bloggerhttp://drsafetyfirst.tk, good at being weird yet intellectual, my inspiration to start writing the blog and now newly he has been crowned as the Undisputed Fata Champion, taking the crown from Pommy A.K.A. Atish.

Ankit : He is tall and really very tall. Likes to hang out at places, wants to be the wheelie king of the group and by Gods grace he really executes the wheelies well. Cant come to the night stays but enjoys with us before the night itself. Great Biker, has got good skills and ankit wait! let my bike come...

Anish : Anish A.K.A. Mallu, a gem of a person with cool parents(95% of our night stays are at his house only). Always ready to lend a helping hand to everybody, gives everybody the required space for life, does not bothers much about studies and ya, He is going to Dubai. This might be a new news but he told me yesterday evening only and after that i'm laughing my guts out !

Atish : Atish A.K.A. Pommy A.K.A. AaaaaThoo. He is the former Undisputed Fata Champion (Of course the newly crowned champion is Arjun). He is very fond of his family (That does not mean we are not, but he is exceptionally close ( Comments requested here by all the Pommy fans)). Now a days busy in Nahata *** (These stars aren't for some sensored name but I dont know the full name of the insti.). I think if I try more to elaborate on Pommy's Ace characterstics, it will take me about few more Hours, So, Now I am bye.

Nirupam : Nirupam A.K.A Mota. He is the Long Answer Type person and a great magician as he Can stretch any plastic material more than any elastic material. If looking for any knid of reason on anything, he is the best known person anyone can approach. But on a serious note he is a gem of a friend, ready to give the best possible effort he can. But hey, his comment might be unofficial, so everybody give me your words not to talk about the blog in front of Aunty.

Abhinav : This is me and I would want you to write about me (Good comments on me would be highly appreciated and Critics are also invited, but if its too harsh then I got some ***** coming your way). The people who dont find thier name up in the list are also invited to do the Entry..... So, please go ahead and write something!

What does that mean ?

2005-11-30T17:39:00.000+05:30

I'm not a pro in blogging but sometimes you need to give chance to tiros as well. By the way the title is somewhat confusing, it also took me some time to even think it out, But tell me what are blogs for :- Just some timepass outta your normal life. And also according to me normal is boring. So out comes the title Enigmatic Euphoria Exists that in normal english means puzzled sense of well being lingers around.

Makes sense - huh???

No,
So this is for the dumbass reader who still did not get the meaning.

You dont know what's happening around, with whom its happening, why its happening, whats the god damn consequence, what for this is happening and yet you are happy to death for no reasons.

Begani shaadi me abdullah diwana,
aise manmauji ko mushkil hai samjhana...

This is the best possible explanation to Enigmatic Euphorics
This is the truth of life.
Besides this dont you think that 90% of people rock their world on this thing, yet they dont know the same.
So this is me trying to bring to world the BOTTOM LINE OF LIFE.