The Philospher's Stone

The Armchair Intellectual

2010-03-07T19:19:00.005+05:30

Sitting in my comfortable chair.. my mind feels very uncomfortable. my limbs are not working and my hands are lying limp.. he thinks he has the right to move himself.. as if he is apologizing for the procrastination of my limbs. He begins to search for an object which he should pick. He has a plethora of options. Its not like we live in a peaceful nation- there are Maoists there are terrorists and if both are not worth it, the politicians always come up with something.

So he begins, he begins to think and contemplates. His metabolism has arrived. He feels all powerful he feels the rush of the blood, he feels more important than the hands and feet who are incapable of such stimulations.

He is very unhappy that the iitians left the country and brain drain became prevalent. He feels as if the government are not doing their job and that his vote has been wasted (p.s. he has totally forgotten he was the one who made me decide not to vote at all). He is very upset with the common man who is not just not aware as he is. He vents out his anguish on the dumb reality shows and the commercial successes of these fake celebrities. He hates this too cool for their asses generation. He feels they are like the hands and feet- only survive don't live like he does.

he idolises Shobha De because shes totally like him. He feels he is way too cool than those minds who slumber all day and forget to think. Forget to become an intellectual.

He has a very clear idea as to what is right and what is wrong. He knows he needs to react. Needs to be more aware and more proactive. He knows he cannot let somebody else decide the fate of his life, his family, his country his world. And then he screams.. "aahhhhhh"

He has just used his vision section and seen some termites colony in the house. The hands and feet want to finish them but he dissuades them, tells them this is not our job. They should not kill little beings when they have him the - armchair intellectual. And sitting in his chair he calls the pest control and asks them to clean up.

They arrive he pays them after the work is done, he sits in his chair and thinks. He feels sorry for the state of affairs in the country how even pest control comes 5 minutes late.. and what if one of these termites had bitten him then. then who would answer him the department of pest control or the government. He vows he'll never contact them again, take care of the pests himself. He turns his head and sees a new colony of termites. Screams and calls the pest control.

I feel its high time we armchair intellectual leave the armchair and move our butt to do some real work. the reason why I deliberately used a male pronoun to describe the intellectual mind because only a male's ego could be as big as that of an armchair intellectual's mind.

It wasn't me

2010-02-16T11:13:00.003+05:30

I don't want to do this, but it seems you have left me with no choice. The times have changed and so have you but the one thing who didn't was me. Yes I call myself a thing. I am a thing. You don't think I have emotions and neither do I. How else can we explain my endurance levels. It seems you throw something at me and I get hit but not affected. Higher powers throw fate at me and I get eradicated but not disturbed.

I know how badly I wanted for us to work. But seems like that is a faraway land. I know you care but so do the other 5879 people in my life. How different are you? How strange are you? You know I care, and you know I care much more than 598790 people in your life could ever imagine. Then why is it that when I can beat all those 598790 people in your life, you cannot make efforts to compete with my mere 5879.

You know I dreamed of a time when I would be the only one you cared for, but now I dream that I would be the only one you would care for the most. I am happy knowing I am special and not the only special. But nothing happens, each day I feel there are others who become far more special. Each morning I feel there are others far more cared for than me.

You tell me you love me. I am waiting for the day when you don't have to tell me, you'll only have to remind me. I wonder when would you really understand it was never about words, it was always about feelings.

Strangely I still puff my dope with hope!

2010-02-15T17:47:00.002+05:30

I know I must get up. I know I must rise. I know I must face the little white object on the sheet. I know I have to read, the little black printed words, telling me others have not had a good night. I don't like it. I hate myself for being happy. I hate the fact that I slept through it all. I hate the fact I couldn't do anything at all.

I cannot muster the courage to read further, I turn my head to frivolities, I love the colourful DT. Its full of happy nights and day, and reading it makes me feel happy and gay. Its the dope for me. I know it makes me delirious, it takes me away from things more serious, but what can I do but dope, because its the only thing that lets me hope. Because tomorrow is another day and the first few seconds I want to be swayed, I want to tell myself..I am fine, I want to tell myself I don't want to whine.

I walk through the doors of my dingy room, the little window behind speaks of a darker outside. The door leads me to another land. It helps me realise there's another sand. A sand of better life and a stronger hope.

Moving on I meet the little guy, doing his little errands without any sigh. Seeing him I tell myself, he'll see a better tomorrow than today. The words may sound hollow each day, but they help me give hope to my little ways.

I dope(read ignore) because that is what makes me hope.

When I complete the mundane activities of my life, I do it with immense strife. I don't like it I wasn't there, but unfortunately I thank god I took a different stair. I hate myself when I feel I am blessed, how I wish I could do something for the wasted.

The little realities of life bring me closer to being doped and hoped for.

I wish I could calm myself with silence and strength, that when I puff my dope with hope- I do not do it in vain

A jog up the lane

2010-02-15T17:07:00.003+05:30

Everyday at sharp 7.30 pm I go for a long walk in my society, and each time I see a white shirt clad guy driving in a smooth sedan at over an 80 km/hr past me. Due to his lightening bolt speed, I am rarely ever able to see his face, but I get the fair idea that he is quite a hunk.

This continued for quite sometime, until one day I decided that the long walk was having little or no effect on my thunder thighs and I needed to start jogging to bring a real difference. So like everyday I left my house at 7.30 pm only this time for a run and not for a walk. All was going well until, I saw the same sedan approaching me again, I thought I should slow down, but didn’t. When the car came real close, like always I tried looking through its window. What I saw this time totally shocked me. The “hunk” driving the car was actually a very rustic faced driver (read white shirt clad).

What really blurred my vision, why couldn’t I see this coming? what really happened here? I’ll tell you what happened here; his lightening bolt speed hindered my sight. Sometimes in life to see things clearly we need to increase our own pace to match those of the surroundings. Only when the relative speed decreases, do we see more clearly.

That’s why I say that when you reminisce your past- take a walk down the lane. But in this zip zap zoom world, to see your future more clearly- always take a jog up the lane.

In this super fast world of today, everything happens at lightening bolt speed, we never even get a chance to bat an eyelid and something happens. If you believe you are the slow and steady one, you’ll soon be forced into believing something else. You can’t be slow, you cant afford not to be proactive. Proactive is the exact word which sums up my column “a Jog up the lane”.

Through my column , I’ll show you how the contemporary events- socio-political or otherwise, if seen proactively would have been different.

If almost 12 years back Mulayam Singh Yadav had taken a jog up the lane, and not humiliated a hideous looking dalit minister, today he may be in power. In taking up a grudge against Mayawati he created his biggest political rival.

Sometimes there are plenty of outcomes presented to us for our various actions, and they are all thrown so suddenly at us that we really cant make an apt choice. For example, in the whole nuclear deal with United States, who was the real loser- Advani.

When the nuclear deal fiasco happened Advani changed his stance twice- he went from being totally approving to bring some changes to scrap the deal. What really happened there was that initially he thought like a good leader then like a good political leader and then like an opposition leader. He thought in the end that if Congress lost the majority he may have a chance in the form of an early election. Not only did Congress not lose majority, Advani lost out on his credibility. If he had continued on his earlier stand, he may have had some chance at winning the elections. If only he had taken a sprint up the lane.

Enough today about these celebrity people; what about us-the so called common man? Do we ever see our own actions proactively? In our hurried race to chase dreams and success, do we jog at the same speed into our future and see the caricature of our own dreams? When would I become the CEO, when would I have the SUV of my dreams… do we ever ask questions like when would I be able to spend quality time with my friends and family? When would I be able to bring a real change in the society?

In the next jog up the lane, I'll take you for a jog with the same much romanced common man and see his life in a particle accelerator.

On my pink and white wall

2010-02-15T16:34:00.003+05:30

I often lay in my bed and thought

how life seems so short,

I made plans of my immense wealth

and pink health.

I dreamed my luxuries

and forgot my worries.

I thought I would have it all.

Each night I saw it all

On my pink and white wall.

But then one day I met you

I started to become

all strange and a new.

I saw the wall

I even thought it all

But somehow

it didn't seem like a dream

It had lost all it sheen

then one day you told me

how each night

you saw the same sight

with your eyes shut all tight

I don't like it.

I want it all

on my pink and white wall

But with you at the

centre of it all

I want you to see it same

me and you together

no money no fame.

I see you and only you

on my pink and white wall.

no more greys

2010-02-02T15:06:00.003+05:30

How realistic you are tell me....I want to know..something has happened in my recent past that has made me realise I am as a matter of fact too much of an idealist for other people's comfort level. Is it a crime in todays world of zip zap zoom to stick to the conventionalities taught to us in our very boring moral science classes? The question has eluded me ever since I left school..in school you have a group of people who have a more or less same sensibilities as you...so the question of contradiction is immensely reduced. After four years, my index of idealism has decreased massively, I have already started to take a lot of crap with a pinch of salt. But what if I stop at some level..what if my age old rigidity does not allow me to reduce the index on certain issues..am I wrong..do I have to change? What if I am incapable of any change now...then am I by our new "Moral Science" lectures..a misfit? My note today will not at all give you any answers..because today I want you people to give me answers..I want you idealists like me and some of you not so idealist-the real people to elucidate on the topic as to what is the right protocol. I know off course that the best possible answer would be- there are grey areas but I firmly believe we have started using this grey area way too much to avoid conflicts now. Today I want people to be outrageous, I want them to infuriate me and be infuriated in return- I want "Black" or "White" either you are with me or not with me. Everyday we see a great deal of shit happening around us..we have all become these snitches...we say something and do something else...we have problems with great Mayawati taking away money from the tax payers to erect statues and at the first instance of being caught we bribe every single official.....who suffers are you suffering no unfortunately you are not...every single of those crores of rupees that gets swindled is the loss of the underprivileged....I as an idealist ask you so called practical people to do one thing ...stick to your own new found ideals..accept the life you follow....you must endorse corruption as a way of your own life..... Today tell me is it black or white......no greys....

I am you...

2010-01-26T14:25:00.004+05:30

I am what I am I am you, I am this silent spectator who notices, feels hears and understands- but in the smaller realities of his own life has lost his voice. Everyday, I have these moments in my head when I know I could be not you but me, and then the moment passes and I return to being you- the common man.

A lot has been said, written and shown about this ordinary common man, the uncommon man romances the idea of being a common man and well the common man what does he do- he simply watches this romance. If today someone asked me that out of all the intellectuals of the world who is that thinks the most I would say the "common man". He has his limitations, and these very limitations make his thought process most complicated.

Walking down the road on a chilly afternoon you would see this very common man out on the streets, battling away the cold in a flimsy pullover- think about his intellectual aptitude, it is only the strength of his mind that makes him as warm as you in your bundles of wraps. But theres a difference- while his intellectuality is being used for his very existence- Dr. Manmohan Singh's being employed to ensure his condition remains the same next winter. Who would you say is more intelligent- whose thought process would you say is more evolved.

I know that the above said words have only "intellectual value" but then even I am what I call a "common man"- my thoughts are only for me, even when I pass it on to my reader, he ponders only for a few moments after all even he is a common man.

Teachers : Now and Then

2009-09-06T02:44:00.008+05:30

This post has been published by me on the occasion of the Teachers' Day as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 2; the second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Benjamin Button says

"theres something about coming home, it seems the same, it feels the same, then you realise what has changed is you"

At that time my emotions were totally mirrored by these words, walking down the lane what I saw was not deja vu because it didnt feel the same or feel the same.

boys and girls wearing blue and white

creating a chaotic sight

bored faces

all playing queens and aces

books have become the shelter

to play around helter skelter

the only one not in blue and white

ignores all this in plain sight

I blame her

if I were

this u would not be

I wish I cudnt see

I moved ahead, this was my school, my class, my classroom, this where I once used to teach. After 25 years I have returned I want to redeem I want to return myself to what I was doing best and to ensure they return.But I continued to walk, I wanted to see what all was lost, what all I had to redeem, what I had to do to bring back the lost sheen the lost glean.

Moving ahead, I came to a point where i often sat and relaxed underneath the glorious sun. Today the sun had gone out but the little boys and girls sat there fat and snout.

The classes have become a facade, my sorrow can not be fully explained by charade. Moving ahead i reached a place where often i used to take long walks full of me, the little ones could not dare to see. Today the world has totally changed, the comrades walk, happy and gay. The shadowy teachers walk down the lane, ignoring what may not seem the same.

The little park down the road, where roses red and pink glowed, has changed its colour to black and white coz thats all left to meet the eye. I see a bunch of dancing girls, with boys around poking fun. The courts are full of fights and stuff, gone are the days of teams tough.

Have they changed everything to so much

that little ones have become such

i blame not them

but it has stemmed

from "their" own

and my clones,

i thought it

would be fit

if i only walked

and didnt talk

but being there

i couldnot help but stare

at the deplorable

state of affairs

i resolved to bring back all that was lost

redeem them there at any cost

I firmly resolved, the litte ones could not solve, so moving on went right into the wall. the name plate said "principal", I wondered whether it seemed now a little null. Entering the office i met the man, explained him agitatedly my lost stand. Surprised to see a smiling face, I couldnt help but ask, "whats the new state?". Rising up from the little chair, his little face covered with hair, seemed to break into a new way, I waited for him to say.

"sir we are honored you came back, let me show you around this old shack", hesitatingly explained, how all these sights caused pain. He didnt pay any further attention to me, it seems like he had better things to see. Smiling, walking the same road, he stopped outside the red abode. Pointing at the little tree he asked him to see, there was a little plant growing underneath.

He told me how the little tree was where each day a little guy happy and gay stood to bear his sunny reprimand. He reminded me how I remebered the rosy shade and forgot the boys' terrified stay.

He reminisced how each year, the wind came the roses came but the smile and happiness on the little ones never came.

He showed me my little reclining place, and asked me to face. On seeing my bewildement he said "the face of disspointed parent. This is where each week, children geek or weak, stood with a bewildered streak, to listen to what their teacher told their parents meek.

All has changed, we do not fumble we do not stumble we only let them pass all that is humble. We do not teach, we donot preach we let them fly beyond their reach. We have made the garden be full of life and not marred them with hate and strife. I once wondered whether it was all insane but the happy kid seemed worth the gain.

Let me take you down the memory lane, come with me the class same.let me help you see the same class, you just thought doesnt deserve the chance.

Where you thought helter skelter

I saw a home a shelter,

What you thought was chaotic

I saw dynamics

What you thought was ignorance

I saw patience

When you thought doom

I saw a whole generation bloom."

The teachers today have changed for sure, they may have become more materialstic but then who hasnt, my excerpt though fictitious maybe what exactly a teacher of the past feels but I feel that the past was different, the children of past teachers are teachers of today.... we have realised the importance of a child's self respect and confidence. We no longer want the past dictators, authoritarians, today a teacer is a friend first and then a mentor.

Let us not marr their efforts by evaluating their charm for money and materialism let us not forget even advocators of religion have not escaped these temptations. After much contemplation i have come to a very strong stand that yes I would very much like to be taught by a teacher of today than of the past.

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Dance Of Democracy- a guest post by Priya Paliwal

2009-08-25T02:03:00.001+05:30

Lately i have been reading a lot about the political sham of BJP and i think finally my moment of reckoning has arrived, this note is my way of starting my political career though not literary...my friends would understand what am talking about..neways coming back to where i started ..after the BJP debacle i think i dont belong to a democratic nation any more..i dont want to live in such a hypocritic society where to the foreign world we want to project ourselves as the epitome of broad mindedness whereas deep within we know that we dont want people expressing their opinions against our interests..all we want is a bunch of bootlickers around us and when one out of the million like our former foreign minister Jaswant Singh choses to opt out of it he is rewarded with a decent amount of public humiliation....do these saffron clad mongers really think that they can resolve the issues of their failure(during the recent lok sabha polls) without the people who matter..in my opinion there is no need for all those "chintak baithak" cause BJP wont taste success again in future unless it sets out to resolve thier personal issues first..I dont understand why the fact that Jaswant Singh has praised Jinnah cause such a furore among the BJP members..is it cause of thier fanaticism for "Hindutva" or is it because they dont know how to use a situation to their advantage.. In my opinion they are the sort of people who see a glass half empty rather than seeing it half full.they just acknowledged the fact that Jaswant singh has gone against the party principles oh HINDUTVA but they failed to see that Jaswant Singh had also written that congress had a big hand in partitioning India..they could have used to their advantage (dont they learn lessons from the senior PDP leader who claimed that Omar abdullah was involved in a rape case)..they surely dont know good marketing skills..There are a few people who believe in a tit for tat attitude but surely Jaswant Singh doesnt belong to this clan..he accepted the decision of the bjp cabinet without protesting because probably he is one out of those millions who dont believe in bootlicking and stand for what they believe even if they have to pay such a huge price... All this has led my mind thinkn whether we have been successful in establishing democray at the grass root level?

married and thats all

2009-08-21T01:17:00.001+05:30

I am a little nervous a little disturbed everything around me is getting all weird. girls living in my pg are all planning to get married they are engaged affianced or all set to get, their conversations have changed from "lets go for a party" to "I need to ask him first". they were like me 22 23 year olds having fun being in relationships having boyfriends to fret over... friends to party with .... shopping freak who wroshipped sales and survived on shopping bags. what happened suddenly things are changing they are changing they are suddenly these to be wives who know their responsibilities and stuff

the most close encounter i had of this kind was none other but my roomates cousin who is only 6 months elder to me. she had a life i could only dream of larger than life party circle... awesome friends, relationships i would die for.. education i wished for everything... if i was in her place i would be dreaming big getting a higher than skies career but zonked evrything over.. she returns home and gets affianced by her own free will- no pressure. what world have we come to are we still the generation Y or are we still unsure. do we still want a fallback option and be happy with it

but al this disturbs me a lot a lot...... sometime back i knew these twin sisters who were really cool atleast 15 years elder to me they were like me today they had dreams career ambitions everything, one of them got married when she was earning as much as 50k a month at that time, the other refused to get married if the guy asked for a dowry. finally both are settled and have a ravishing career. now i believed in them i am them i thought with time we would change we girls would become like them. but suddenly i am enthrusted with such episodes no we have not changed we are still looking for the solace of a guy.... we are still looking for a rich guy to get settled with not a career...... u know here i feel we are the hypocites not the guys... we say we are liberated but we dont feel... we are not subjugated by others we are subjugated by our ownself we are what we are becoz of our own thinking

its a very arbit article i just wrote what came to ma mind may not make much sense

We The Living Part 1

2009-08-21T00:23:00.003+05:30

When pepsi started its Youth for pepsi ad campaign it tagged us the generation "Y".... little did it know it tagged it correct not only are we a step ahead of generation X we are literally the generation Y or WHY.

Everything we do is based on logic tell us the reson and we ll follow U- even if u tell us Imurdered coz I had a good enuf reason we will be there for u.

We the living are a very queer mix of people. We are different alright but we are also different from each other. Our parents had a standard set of thoughts barring a few rebels. But we are all rebels from one or other person's perceptive. We rebel against our parents agains society even against each other. I think the one word we all despise and can clearly agree to is that we rebel against set standards we dont want a set plan, we all like change.

But contradicting ourselves we often find ourselves in the bonds and shackles of our own standards.... we refuse to change our entire coding. We swear by MTV and yet we swear by our respective religions no matter how rebellious we are we are all inherently god fearing. Despite flaunting our atheist nature as our cool statement we pray, we believe.

We believe in conserving water, donating blood not comparing them by some random idiom that " blood is thicker than water"

Our parents believed in family we too just that we have included our friends in the large circle of family. We stand by all those who belong to us.

This was just an intro to us we the living keep tracking this space for more on " We The Living"

"judged"

2009-08-18T19:38:00.003+05:30

Sometimes in life u get a lesson u remember for life even though the lesson itself is ugly. U dont wish to change u dont wish to turn urself into them but u have to its like no longer can u be urself. All these hollow claims by people that they respect honesty or appreciate u as who u are are all fake and plastic. Like I have already mentioned that in ma article fake and plastic that now its not our fault people want us to be fake and plastic because they themselves are left with nothing but fakeness in them so they cant stand a clear straightforward U. I have heard this at least umpteen times from my friend Ankit that one should keep their opinion to them selves and never reveal it to just simply to anyone. Like my dad always told me ur right in ur own conscience in ur own mind in ur own intentions but is the person opposite to u seeing u in the same way. one can vouch for their own intentions but can u vouch for somebody else's. I used to think I can, in fact upto a very great deal I used to pride myself regarding this my frnds and family often valued my sense of judgement. But off late I have let myself down, I tried to help a friend with my clear and unbiased sense of judgement and guess what he seemed to agree initially only to completely turn back on his own sense of understanding. With this I think I have made a very clear sense of understanding of what normal "FAKE" people are, of what they are capable of thinking. so I am writing this note to warn all those people who like me think they are helping their friends by giving them a very honest opinion of what you think of their "affairs".... I think I got my lesson I dont want you to get it please let the person stumble, let him or her experience the stuff u think they would and when they will they'll know u were correct but please we dont need their " judgement " to tell us whether we are correct or wrong we just feel something and we are happy being honest with that. The question that remains that would such a thing give us a setback.. after a few minutes (that is all that one is supposed to spend on such frivolous issues) of contemplation I have come to a stand that no I will not change for any tom dick and harry having some various arbit opinion abt me. I dont care. Yes i feel bothered that I cared to think about that person's welfare I bothered to take out of precious time only to be at the end of the day " judged" to be wrong so I am happy that one such a person down, my coming days will be free of fakeness.

Freedom Is The Most Expensive Commodity

2009-08-16T03:12:00.006+05:30

Sometimes in life u look at certain expressions or phrases and u just know they are universal u know u dont need a proven proof to assert their universality. A few days back I happened to stumble upon one such line... where I heard it or how I heard it doesnt affect the credibility of the sentence... it suddenly did sumthng to me today I want u to think about it I want u to wonder whether u can like me believe in its universality. Im nt giving u a proof Im giving u wht it made me think no proof only deductions.

" Freedom is the most expensive commodity"

In todays world where capitalism has found its tentacles in the most hardcore of communist nations like Russia... everything and anything is a commodity.. where we can buy a woman, a child, sex, like they were a condom, a toy or a viagra... everything has a price everything has a tag... it could not necessarily be in monetary terms. And suddenly out of the blue I came across this sentence which tagged freedom as not just a commodity but the most expensive one, it made me wonder whether it was true. Whether out of all the things I possess in life my freedom is the most expensive. And suddenly it just dawned upon me that yes my freedom, ur freedom everyones freedom is the most expensive possession we have.

Now I know most of my readers have started to stumble upon concepts like.. of course freedom is the most expensive it is priceless. I dont blame them even I got stuck upon that thought.But again I started to ravel stuff around me and I realised no freedom is not priceless it comes at a price.

Look at the prices of freedom.... when u make a choice u inherit with it the uncertainty of it becoming the biggest mistake of your life.. but still would you give up the freedom of making ur own decisions no matter how disrupting they are. If u compare no other commodity has these high return of risk like freedom. So basically u invest more when u assert ur freedom than anything else.

A few years back when I was in school I heard a debate which was titled.

"Autocracy is better than chaotic democracy"

The teams defending the motion were very good on paper they were outstanding the best speaker was given to one of the principal speakers of the team supporting the motion. Yet the motion was defeated.

Even at that age I realised that no matter how much autocracy or Fidel Castro was good I would never give up my democracy my freedom... my freedom no matter how much stand to lose Like look at Africa and one would understand... these people live in utter misery they have nothing left to lose.. disease,insects, aids,poverty everything bad one can think. Yet they fight tooth and nail to defend their freedom.

Off and on, bigger nations intrude their independence, they may not be able to fight aids but they fight with all that is left of them to remain free. Its very expensive for them to remain free yet they do it....... its everywhere freedom as the most expensive commodity for a man to afford yet man does fight for it... for being free.

I dont know if I have been able to explain myself but i just know that freedom is the most expensive commodity in my life I would give up everything only to remain free.

This article I dedicate to all those people all over the world who fought for the own freedom for their country's... vive martyrs long live the freedom struggle coz we all know it will never end....

miss u guys :(

2009-08-12T02:55:00.007+05:30

Ma friends had come over and we had a blast had the time of ma life. So fresh from all the reunion feelings I have had I am today going to introduce ma friends to you people.

Ankit Gupta- hes this a lil fat guy who is very tall and loves to eat though gets very bugged when such a thing is mentioned on ne of the social networking sites lol hes amazing has this most cool sense of humor. But whts amazing about him is that no matter how good a human being u r he makes u feel ur the worst..... coz hes got a golden heart hes amazing..

Ankit Gera- this guy is like a lil bomb or sumthng always ready with some amazing lil witty retorts for you. If u win with him in this making fun game ur really something. We both have been friends from 1st year and I can always say this if I need help hell be the first ill contact the guy is always there for his frnds and family alike, his girlfrnd happens to me ex-roommate and my very close frnd these ppl are totally made for each other constant bickering and full of natak an entertainment to watch !

Priya Paliwal- ummm what can I say about her we have been roommates for now 4 years though now shes gone bac to agra I really miss her. shes my fashion guru, shes the sole reason why I am wht I am today fashion wise. she loves gettng her photos clicked, a lil snappy in nature but we are all now used to tht, very sensitive a true piscean, quite studious but a total party gal, a deadly combo shes very fun loving a lil absent minded and touchy abt it but we love her the way she is.

Swati Singh-we guys have been frnds from the first day of college... somebody I respect a lot for her strong personality and a go getter attitude. Shes a typical leo will always stand out.. looks quite good and also my batch topper a complete package in all the ways... loves to dance and is quite good at it.. very honest a good person a lil high on ego but we hv learnt to adjust. Wherever we go all boys get attracted to her and we are sidelined. A good friend for everyone.

Chetna Mendiratta- though she wasnt present at the reunion how can I miss her. We have been very close never known to have any big altercations. We have this amazing bonding wich never changes. She has an amazing sense of humor but wich inevitably borders on a lil naught side lol.... She loves clothes I think she likes them to the extent to being heavily addicted to them. Shes very understanding when it comes to me I miss her for always being there for me no matter what comes around. I have so many funny incidents related to her which still make me laugh.

There are many more friends in college but still these are the closest I couldnt have imagined my 4 years sans them they make me whatever I am today I miss them a lot and this piece goes out to them hoping we all will be friends forever never a day goes when I dont miss you people luv ya

wassup?

2009-08-08T23:13:00.004+05:30

its been a long time since i came back well i have been catchng up with ma life in general. let me see what can i share with you i have been gettng up as late as 6 in the evening obviouly coz i was sleeping also at 6 in the morning please dont ask me why and what coz even i dont know. if u ask me whether the feeling was good well it wasnt but i just couldnt help it. i have watched jab we met at least 3 times this week. had a lot of personal tumoil. could not decide about sumthng i have come close to a decision but its close. one more thing i know sach ka samna has been gettng a lot of negative attention but i somehow kinda liked it theres sumthng very real abt it.. i mean so unexpected but true. it shows how we have been running away frm facts like infidelity and unfaithfulness and its all here present. i like the cynicism of the show. on the political front i totally support omar abdullah i personally feel the man rocks felt bad he was the crux of such rubbish politics.... i would never say it always happens in india it happens all over so its okay but they guy is so ideological feels a lil sad. the most obnoxious aspect of our poltical system is the alienatng of the opposition which inturn makes them so hostile that the sittng government often doesnt function to their abilities... the latest being obviously the balochistan case.... the hue and cry wasted a lot of time on the personal front my college frnds are coming over i assure u ppl ill upload a lot of pictures to get a glimpse of all of them.... lets see how the get together would turn out to be the job front is bleak so lets just nt talk abt it

to rashi with love richa ee

2009-08-04T03:09:00.004+05:30

sometime back i got a harried call from a girl called rashi who happens to be my dear sister. the cause of her upheaval was not a test looming boards or nething that simple it was sumthng more substantial something more close to my heart. something that i was subjected to when i was at her place. i know i love lamartiniere i love the spirit it has given me and that is to always be myself. it is under this effect only that despite being subjected to years and years of "a certain bias" i came out being more strong and even better if it was possible. but hearing all that from my sister didnt make me happy, didnt make me feel proud i was still a martinian. i know wht tht skool was doing to her she is not me she doesnt see the way i do. and frankly i was very happy she is not me not until yesterday. seeing her all dejected in the very system she wanted to be a part of made me fel how strong this prejudice is present in mart. how they in the name of ego and self respect quash away a 17 year old's aspirations. they crumple it to such a huge effect that the very skool she was ready to do nethng for today shes not ready to study there. and what are they getting a 2 mins solace for being happy feeling all powerful. i have frnds in cms who are less than half of talent which is present in the most average of martinians but their skool seriously rocks they make them feel that they can takeover nethng and end result they succeed in life. at one time colvin taluqdars was considered to be the best not one of the best and today we all know. they must have done something wrong..... and i can clearly see if not a decade then five of those decades later mart will no longer be mart. already i have not just my sister even parents of family frnds criticising everything abt mart's structure but nothing made me more sad when a lil girl who loved mart more than nethng else in this entire world... who used to fight with me over how good it is and brush me away at all my criticisms is today ready to denounce it never to look back again...... thanku lamartiniere for making those biased live under a false sense of security and end up nowhere and those biased against to become so bitter that every single step they take towards success its more like a reminder of their discriminated days in ur premises....... i know the note has turned out to be evry long but still from my own experience i would say to all in the words of one of the mart teachers.... what is better to have a cake when u know u didnt deserve it or to didnt have it when u know u did. to those who are being biased against i wud say if u were on the other side would u like being preferred i know it that in hearts of hearts u know the answer and to those privileged ones i say i have seen from my own experience none of this matters in fact in the end it all crashes onto u.

plastic and fake

2009-08-04T03:07:00.002+05:30

Many of my fellow friends say that all Michael Jackson was left with was his plasticness if at all that is a word…. His plastic body…his plastic nose… his plastic comeback…. But haven’t we all become plastic and fake in our own ways of life. I do not want to become cynical or even judgmental (the cardinal sin)…. But we have become fake and move in shades of façade too easily camouflaged by our surroundings. So many times you hear people say things you know they don’t mean and amazingly surprisingly even they know that you know that. Like the most common being…. “Its lonely at the top”…. if its someone else at the top then its lonely but if its you then you are the CEO, the director, the SUCCESSFUL. Why these double standards why this act? Oh really she cheated on her boyfriend I wouldn’t even dream of it… when in actual reality you fantasize about all the boys in the place. I so want my best friend to make it big, I am so happy she got that huge break……. Yes only until the break is smaller than mine. Its not just one isolated case its everywhere we see it we feel it we know it but we still don’t react the reason is that we are all guilty as charged we all feel the same and behave the same, in fact the writer of this article is also not spared. So now being a part of this huge guilt free society of fakes, I today want to justify why we fake. Its because the society wants us to fake, they are not ready to take us in their faces, they cant and will not accept us if we did manage to put up ourselves as ourselves. Imagine the reaction your friend would get if you told her that its ok if someone cheated on her boyfriend I did it too. Do u think she would accept your honesty no she wants you to criticize that xyz who cheated “the slut” not side with her. Over the years the niceties taught to us has made us this plastic person… we would abuse like hell coz its cool but not tell those people that we actually meant every single abuse we hurled at them. Today I want to stand by these double standards coz they have become the standard they are the norm. if you dare to change it you are a misfit, you are not what ur friends want u to be. But most importantly in being fake to others by strange balance of nature we become real honest with ourselves….. somehow our hunger for truth naked truth makes us become honest and truthful to our inner conscious. And what matters is exactly that. Before the mechanization of society people believed in truth and all such virtues which often mixed up how they really felt and consequently they lost the truth within themselves. Today I know each on of us are very clear who we are and what we want. I might tell my friend I want you to succeed but I don’t want her to so I know I have to always work hard to remain ahead….the end result being that we all our happy and contented. When I write, I write to express not just my views my doubts I hope my little piece has made u feel something a pro or against?

jobless and bored

2009-07-02T02:37:00.001+05:30

i am at a very important juncture in my life..... my college has finished and my life is full of idlness.... i am an engineer and i am unemployed.. though it has been only a few months that i am jobless but due to this recession my life has become all but nice and happy and most importantly HOPEFUl.... before the last year economy meltdown.. recession was only another concept to me which i had studied in my class 12 economics class.. nw it seemss more like the mogambo of mr. india .. ready to reduce me to the rag and beggar class of people shown in the movie... with only a difference that my mr. india (in this case my job) has actually disappeared for good!!!!! Gawd when will the job scenario improve or do i also need a pair of red tinted shades to at least just catch a glimpse of my next employer or rather my first real employer ;)

why so serious?

2009-07-02T02:28:00.001+05:30

these were the words i received from a very dear friend of mine after he read my article survival of the fittest. i found some difficulty in understanding wat he meant but once i did we had a little chat. ill present his side of the view and then my own i wish everyone could contribute a little and make our this private discussion more wide. what he had to say was that he always perceived me as a very cheerful person and that he understood my whole point of discussion and even agreed and felt the same(p.s those who have not read my previous note its survival of the fittest) but felt that the undertone of the article was very very serious..... he felt i shud have written the whole thing in a more upbeat manner like the whole topic is actually an adventure like a discovery. his point is that wen one feels such emotions of why this and why that he must always take it like a journey which has no definite answer and its like a ride where u dont know what may happen and so consequently its full of thrill of reaching the unknown. now i happen to agree with him partly... but may side is that my article was written from the side of reaching that point where the thrill has finished where i know that i dont like the destination my adventure is over.... and i am looking at the repercussions of what i have as of now. then how can i feel the thrill and the adventure because its over for me and now its a u turn where i know i need to go bac from where i had started. and that my friend is not a very good feeling as we all already know. at this he he pointed out that still its a journey and everyone screw up over and over again in their life not all have to become so serious they need to enjoy the thrill and have fun......... at this i knw everyone screw up and that we all start over again....... but how many of us humanely remove the seriousness and again enjoy the joy ride..... and my second question is that is my friend's line of thought a new beginning of our evolution... is now the fittest's new definition acceptance and enjoying the game even if it has started infinite times over.........

survival of the fittest

2009-07-02T02:26:00.001+05:30

why is it that after years of knowing one thing to be true all d time one minor detail breaks it all.... why is that after changing oneself for " better" we never feel better about it... if survival of the fittest is universally true then why do we find it difficult to accept it as a way of life. why is it that when we follow the modes of survival of the fittest does our ways becum more primitive.....then my question today is why why at all do we get involved in this futile process of " evolution" the answer lies in two broadly divided categories one the cumulative effect , second advanced effect..... what are these... what does the word cumulative effect mean its like a chain reaction..... i abused him he'll abuse XYZee..... i used him he'll misuse me......so u see u may get confuse it with the peer pressure thingie but that is a very minuscule part of it. for example relationships.... words like sacrifice and devotion hold no meaning if my partner, my so called ... " soul mate" doesnt follow them.... the basic essence of such words have lost their meaning. i dont blame those who feel like this... it is in fact the survival mode if one even ignores such things and continues to be a devout lover i doubt the results wud change at all, only to the xtent of causing more anguish and pain. the advanced effect.... we have become so much involved in the so called " fast life" that expecting us to get involved in the normal behavioral pattern is forcing us to effect our efficiency...... so out goes the conventional nothings and in cums our jet set go touches to our relationships and life alike.......... now i may have left the note a bit incomplete coz this is how far i can elucidate on darwins chicken egg theory but i knw theres more to it..... survival of the fittest has made us wht we are today and will make us what we will be tomm.... like einstein said fourth world war has to be with bows and arrows..... so is this where we take a u turn..... back to primitiveness redefined.

when forgiveness doesnt help

2009-07-02T02:24:00.002+05:30

this note was written by me towards the end of my college years...... how many times can one forgive the same person for mistakes a shade different than the other.... how many times can one repeat this futile action knowing fully well forgiveness doesnt make u forget. and does forgiveness really helps does it make one let go of that feeling of being let down, betrayed upset and correctly in the words of my frnd aditi eeyuck. we all knw the answer is and will always be a no. leaving mart wud have been such a huge turning point in my life i never imagined..... how 4 years down the line also i still have that feeling of being a misfit( its like a second name to me nw) yyyy its nt like each and every person frm mart feels such then y me. does the fault lie with me am i nt ready to let go my age old compulsive habit. but nw this age old habit is becuming a huge pain in the ass...... i wanted to be cut off frm college so i tuk a place 20 kms away nw wht else is still left of it tht i want myself to be cut off. will a life of isolation help or will it too just be a temporary escape route. but then again the series of questions becum longer does confronting sum1 who is ready to brush u away an intelligent choice... or alienation is the key to the problem. and if it is how much is enuf........ its almost the tata time when ppl like to leave behind a trail of gud memories.....but then y do i nt hv this feeling... farewell of 12 was like a year full of memories. we wanted to close each other in a shell of eternity to preserve each other... but this time farewell is like running away of forgetting wht existed of erasing it like a bad nightmare ( which still though cums back to u)...... then is wiping out the solution....... see the questions never end......