T.I.M.E (that just flies by)

The "Vellas" are finally back!! And all it took was just a simple visit to this group, and pat came back all the wonderful memories of our "Vella" group doing all sorts of "vellapanti"!

Just a single visit to this page reminded me of all the things that we did back in VIT..the endless bakchod nights in F, G , H , A , J and L blocks, the sutta points, the TASMAC nights, innumerable Pondy trips, endless 29 sessions, fights with auto wale anna's and what not..its more like bringing back life to a different self, the one that was left behind in Vellore, because there was a different train that we all had to catch.

The words "Vellas" or "Bakchodi" might not be that relevant to us now, but its the platform like this which will keep reminding us of the bond that we share. Lets make this platform the Hostel, the sutta points, the dhabas, the Tasmac of Vellore, where we can all assemble and just talk random stuff, exactly the same way we used to do before. Let's just give Velasatvellore a new life!

Hoping to see you all here!!
Cheers

Saurabh

Here we are..

We have all moved to places, gone to pursue what we wanted. As Susti puts it down, earning, yearning and learning. Who would have thought we would end up in places this far! We are all busy with our own crap. If you look around you, the list of things we had in common grows thinner. Hostels are gone and so is the mess. Tasmac is left behind and the sutta point too. I can go on and write a 100 things here. But in the aapa-dhapi of life, I think we can give this blog one more chance. I see it as something we started when we were together and it still can be the one thing that we have in common! :)

I propose to you gentlemen, that we all find some time out of our schedules to share something, anything here. I know that however busy we may pretend to be, we always will have time and inherent knack for bakchodi. I would also like to commend Susti for bringing this up in style. 

A cool breeze in tasmac and an old friend at the side. This is what it is all about.

Hoping to see you all here soon.

THE NIT ANECDOTE

This is a three part tale of the Trip to Trichy from the Lone Ranger ( you will understand why I call myself so, in the story itself!). Happy reading!

Part I- A Storm is Coming!

How does one describe a whirlwind, the very essence of it, in lucid diction? This very question arose in my mind when I sat down to “MSWord” down the trip to Trichy. Hence, realising the frailty of such a task, I would merely give a chronological account of the events, both official and covert! As for the “essence”, I leave it to the reader to interpret from my narrative.

The start of it all could have been much more auspicious for me. In fact, disastrous is not very far from being apt a word for the situation I found myself in. What happened was, the six member strong contingent from my fine arts club, which was supposed to have caused havoc in all the arts events, didn’t turn up. This was due to various misfortunes which befell them, ranging from lab exams, reviews, the wrath of stringent deans to even amnesia! Anyways, I found myself all alone aboard the bus to NIT-T, picking up the pieces of my already doomed campaign.

But before I brood about myself I must introduce the “others”. There was the Dramatics team, members of whom I knew quite well, and who were quite sympathetic to my situation. Then there were ELA, DebSoc; a few new faces there (but significant characters in the proceedings later!), The Dance Club- I knew them too; at least the guys, and finally the all conquering HLA (a weird group that one is!).

So here goes!

The journey to Trichy was a ball. A game of “Taboo” was followed by the following!

- Dancing

- Smoking at the back, with deo to suppress the smell!

- More dancing- this time Omkar leading the pack!

- More smoking and deo

- Wingston is found reading a book on Google! An unanimous decision is taken to tease him about this throughout the trip!

- Girls find, a sudden change in “orientation”, intriguing!( Oneesha,Afreen and Shilpa were especially keen!) Us guys don’t know what to say!

- A catfight! Oneesha and Abhyaa have a go at it with Tommy up for grabs!

- More smoking. The brand new SetWet is half empty by now!

- Dinner

- Joint rolling!!!!

- Dancing with a full stomach – I almost puke this time!

- Winston makes a last ditch effort and finally gives up on Google!

- Photo session- we all looked demented in them!

- Dancing carries on- The girls make me dance to Pappu! The idiots Shantanu, Dugar and Omkar just look on!

- I hoist the white flag and succumb in my seat- the rest party on!

I get woken up by Shantanu ( I think) informing that we have reached NIT-T. I look outside and find streams of coloured bulbs adorning the Adm. Bldg. and a few sleepy co-ords. of NIT greeting us in through the main gate. The time, I believe is 1:30 in the morning.

Well……Let the Games Begin!

-End of part 1-

Why Obama???

The surprise decision to award President Barack Obama the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize had much of the world scratching its head, even among the president’s most ardent fans. Less than a year into office, the young president has made lofty promises, committed his administration to diplomacy, and convinced the world that a less belligerent America is in the offing.

But one should not forget that the man is also the commander-in-chief for the Afghan and Iraq wars, as well as ongoing low-scale military operations in Pakistan, Africa and Philippines. Despite all these wars that US has forced on the international community in the not so recent past, he has been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. If I may, I think he has been awarded the prize for “not being George Bush”!

By the end of George Bush administration, America’s international standing had hit bed rock. Obama’s decision to negotiate with Iran over it’s nuclear program in addition to the promises to reinvigorate the Israel-Palestine peacemaking process has propelled the US into much admired zone throughout the world. Especially so in Europe, where his decision to cancel the planned missile shield system in eastern europe has been widely praised. The decision has also calmed down the russians a lot! His recent speech at cairo university, reaching out to the muslim world was very well received in parts of the world where US enjoys the lowest popularity ratings.

I would like to think that the 5 member Norwegian committee that picks the annual peace-prize winner had something more in mind than giving Obama a $1 million hi-five for being such a popular guy. If one studies the history of Nobel peace prizes, one would notice that unlike other Nobel prizes, which are awarded for a lifetime of generally undisputable achievements in areas like physics, chemistry, and economics, the peace prize has always been awarded more in hope than in hindsight, with an eye nudging to world events. For example, the 1996 peace prize to Carlos Belo and Jose Ramos Horta — both prominent campaigners for East Timorese independence from Indonesia — put a spotlight on their cause and helped create the conditions that led to Indonesia’s pullout from the country in 1999. The controversial awarding of the 1994 prize to Israeli Prime Minister Yitzahk Rabin, Foreign Minister Shimon Peres, and Palestine Liberation Organization leader Yasser Arafat was less successful. Though the three men eventually signed the Oslo Accords that seemed to have the two nations on a path toward peace, that effort eventually broke down.

Maybe the committee was right at some level in thinking that the nobel peace prize, which symbolises Obama’s winning over the world’s opinion can help. It frees goverments of other countries to respond positively to his calls, telling them to assume their responsibilities in the greater good. Also, the rogue leaders are put under pressure to mend their ways. But if it turns out that Obama ends up being “adored but ignored”, the nobel committee will have done no favors to world peace. On a personal note, I think its a mockery of the esteemed Nobel prize to award the peace prize to a man who has just made public his decision to send 40,000 soldiers to fight a war in Afghanistan. The number of people being killed in collateral damage remains the same. The war in Iraq does not seem to be nearing an end soon. And America’s war on terrorism seems to have taken a beating in the hills of pakistan-afghanistan border, which has led to a 3 fold increase in America’s funding to Pakistan, taking it to a whopping $7.5 bn! Given such figures, I hardly think awarding the Peace prize to Obama was a smart decision.

As always, oder personal opinions are more than welcome.

eureka,eureka,eureka!!!

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTENT HAS BEEN WRITTEN KEEPING IN MIND THAT U R IMMUNED TO B*LLEATERS.THE MATTER IS VERY DISCRETE AND U MAY NOT UNDERSTAND UNLESS U WERE A PART OF THIS TRIP.
I write rarely not bcoz i am very busy(else i wldnt hav been allowed to write here)but bcoz I am very lazy.well,whenever we come up with an environmental friendly invention or discovery(which by the way will never be implemented)I am tempted to share it with others.The pre trip(myself being the last entry and surprise for others)started on 14thof oct at 2100hrs,well planned by akshay.Everyone assembled at river view dining hall.well vipin took an 1/2 hr leavefor special child abuse program.so as usual spring rolls and more of them were ordered by none other than by our very own sabu(shruti).the drama starts here:a marwari video was shown,all marwaris among us refused to be a part of it.namit started his special protection program.Before ur mind goes to family planning, lemme say the program was about saving urself from sprinkling feature of sabu(kyunki jab sabu ko hasi aati hai to baarish hoti hai).well after the dinner and tata bye bye to vipin and jolly and little scuffle for the seats,the roadtrip started at 2345hrs.afreen,namit and arora were busy playing nfs.akshay,hatangri(hope i spelt right) and myself were listening and singing songs(no other talent we hav)while rest did nothing productive that I know.oh forgot to mention the rookie driver afreen azad won twice against none other than arora,who blames namit for his loss.well arora age is pretty much the obvious reason,its high time u shd retire and give way to newcomers.so raju anna (our driverji)dropped us at airport at 0130hrs.hereafter,am going to talk about events for which we wld hav been thrown out of the civilized area.the reason behind being few ppl were too tired to walk while few were too energized to just walk.so in order to balance the energy relation , sethji aaaannnd(forget it the other person doesn’t deserve any title so lemme abuse him)arora were giving a joy ride to shruti and afreen on the trolley .looking at this harsha asked me for a similar favour .i thought of just giving some lateral force on the trolley and let her move freely but then realized tht she is too thin to be called a matter,she may never experience any friction and hence covered distance cld hav been more than the expected one.so the proposition was rejected(claimed by big bang geeks).after the joy ride and settling down on trolleys,sabu did the magic and arora’s pants were wet(well she threw an open bottle filled with water on arora).so the discovery was made.she already has the ability to light cigarettes or providing electricity(who kya hai na sab jalte hain usse),for evidence akshay’s bald is appearing due to constant electric environment(sometimes due to the electrolytic sprays).however a special feature has been added which is the sprinkle irrigation.so our sabu is basically a government plan of 5 yr project,according to which she is supposed to go from village to village with her sprinkling feature(kyunki jab sabu ko hasi aatihai to baarish hoti hai).well the day got over at the airport food court where 11 of us ordered 2 coffees,a tea and 2 sweets and were allowed to sit for an hour only.well nothing more important happened except that I saw few kota photos when moooooodii waaassssssss moooooootii.well before u discover any personal loss lemme conclude the wonderful roadtrip with my stupid idea of leaving the luggage in the "left luggage room"and going to le meridian for an ice-cream.lets not discuss it and just end the blog .

WAKE UP PPL!!!

I am trying my best at refraining from abusing all you guys. Where the hell have you all been??All L block ppl are excused due to the lack of net facility for a major period of time. But H block wale kahaan the???

Now tht the exams are over and we are back to being the velas again for the forseeable part of the future, I urge you to cut and paste your thoughts here. I dnt think I need to remind tht we endeavour to exercise the full freedom of expression here at our blog! So, dont think.Just write!
Hoping to see all the new bkchodis soon at the blog....!

Back to college....!!!

After the gruelling, boring but still wanting session at home I finally got back to the college ,a place which has in recent times become an addictive thing in my life. I say addictive because even at home i used to miss my friends and miss on the college life. I would have to admit that i was feeling the same amount of excitement as i had when i was going to college in the first year. Never did it feel as if I was now a senior a “3rd” year guy. It was when i heard some junior girl calling me “bhaiya” ( i am never lucky when it comes to girls) that i finally realised that my years at college are unfortunately running at an undesired pace. College life is a phase of my life which i would like never to end unlike my parents...lolzz...

I could not control my eagerness to come back to college. Like a small kid there I was standing at the doors from last 1 hour before our destination desperately trying to catch the first glimpse of the college. I must confess it was the same eagerness which everyone has when they are going to home. To me it was indeed my 2nd home.

So here was I, amongst the non hindi speaking crowd , non chappatis people but still getting the same homely kinda feeling. Strange but true, i had that feeling. For many of my friends it may not be true and i know it isn't but i guess i am a bit different from others...lolzz..and same way i was even more delighted to see my family here... my friends ..

The usual bakchodis, the hogging, the laughing, the hugging, the roaming in the campus,the vellagiri, those senti talks, the never ending discussions the lab sessions, the bunking, the music addiction, the bird watching, the movie sessions, the boring classes, the yawning in class, getting kicked out of class the last minute studies were amongst the very few things that were to happen to me. No wonder i was getting the usual goose bumps. I am just kinda addicted to this lifestyle of mine, so much so that i used to bug my school friends with all the stories of my college.

College is indeed fun my friends. Make full use of it, for i know, you sooner or later realise that whatever you love the most are never there to stay permanently in your life. May be these are the mysterious ways of how many things work all around us. Nothing remains constant and nothing ever would. So just live it fully and make the most of it.
Adios...

No one does it better than FedEx!

What a match ppl!!!A deserving end to a marathan of a match which propelled Roger Federer to an unchartered territory in the history of Tennis. It is highly unlikely that he will have company there, atleast in the recent future.

I remember having many arguments with many people over the superiority of Federer over the game. I was, most of the times, given the name Of Rafael Nadal as the champ instead of Federer. Before last year, there were no two opinions regarding the champion...Federer ruled dem all! But the last year hadn't been good for him it seemed. The loss to Nadal during the Wimbledon Final last year was quite a shock to him as well as his fans. Although it was a match befitting the player of his stature, the fifth set loss, tht too by 7-9 was certainly a disappointment. But he returned, and returned with a bang!! Todays match has undoubtedly found a place in history. At one point it looked as if Federer would live through this one easily, given that these two gentlemen had met twice earlier on the same pedestal with the results being in Roger's favour. But as the match progressed, one could see Roddick's game coming near to flawless. And by the time the 5th set started, it was like watching an exhibhition of perfectly executed volley's and smashes and placings. That set went on to last for 95 minutes! But the result favoured Federer at a score of 16-14! But I would not be impartial without giving deserving lauds to Andy Roddick. The man has certainly won a huge number of fans after todays clash.And with this win, Federer breaks the record of another legend, Pete Sampras, of winning 14 grand slam titles. This is his 15th! A look at his career wins will tell you about the unparalleled sensation that he is. 5 straight US open titles, 5 straight Wibledon Titles. And with his hands upon the French Open, 2009, he joins the select group of 6 men who have claimed all 4 grand slams.

All this proves the point I have been trying to tell some people since ages ( especially jolly ). Many will come and go, a few will persist but only the true champion will withstand it all and remain to be a legend. There have been numerous who have been named as Federer's nemesis but he has conquered over them all and emerged as the true champion. Point to be noted people, form is temperory. Class, permanent.

The Fountainhead

I was initially under the impression that with the Industrial Training due these summers, I won’t be as free as I have been on earlier holidays. Believe it or not, I was entirely sure that this training was an important task. But as I got updates from other individuals, I realised we made too big an issue out of this. So, I followed suit and am now undergoing training in total jugaad style! So I was left with all the time in d world and not a single work in sight ( as usual ). The crossword store near my home proved handy, when one fine day I entered the same store to find a sale on. I grabbed as many cheap works as I could in those 2 days. One of them was a fiction work named ‘The Fountainhead’ by Ayn Rynd. Now, I am sure most of you must have heard about this book. But let me assure you, its not the Paulo Coelho type of books which are entirely philosophy and goes way above our heads. I speak for myself, those books I read just because I heard people saying they were good.( I share the same sentiment regarding the latter 2 of chetan bhagat’s books.) But this book is different. Its theme is one of the most intriguing philosophies I have come across – that a man’s ego is the fountainhead of human progress. Story revolves around an architect and his love for his work. For people who love only certain sections of any fiction work, there are such sections present, if you get my gist. Awesome work altogether. Get a copy if you can asap. Trust me, you would be better off with this book instead of whiling away your time elsewhere. Have fun!

Whos winning ..??

So it happens again, Indian team lost a close match which at some point seemed like a piece of cake for them. I admit it was quite disappointing to be a part of losing side. But i am not penning this down to register my frustration about this loss. After all winning and losing is all part of a game...To be on the lighter side, think it a bit different, if there wouldnt have been a losing side then the mere existence of the winning side would have been threatened. Well that was just the light side of the story..he he ..so no need for you to be really stuck up with that thought...

Anyways in India, it seems the story never ends with a loss infact the actual story here starts after a loss. The accusations , the so called analysis of the loss and the reasons accounting for the loss are all anlaysed with the EXPERTS to bring out the actual culprit.. its kinda shameful but the truth is evryone becomes an expert in such situations and humiliate the players and their strategies without respecting their past records. Players are after all humans not machines. Committing mistakes are all part of the human life. Instead of supporting the players in these tough times and telling them that we still have trust on their abilities and committment we make them realise that they are being outcasted.

There's an old saying that everyone greets the rising sun which is quite true. But we should never forget to embrace everyone alike without discriminating on the basis of outcome of a result, rather the sole criterion to discriminate (if at all necessary..) should be the “efforts” put in not the “result” that comes out..

These things might seem trivial but i guess these basic morals only build the foundations of true sportsmanship. But its the structure of our society, that just talks about the success and completly neglects the failures..may be its because of the competition that we face, but we shouldnt forget that its the failures that teaches us a lesson and helps us know our mistakes and success on the other hand though is more desirable, but it blinds us from these mistakes that we could have done. It's the failure that paves the path for the success.

Success and failures are just the two faces of the same coin. Like the heads and tails are the complete opposite sides but still they both together comprise the value of a coin, similar is the case of the coin “RESULT”..though success and failure are just the opposite sides of this coin they together contribute to its value. As a coin with two heads is worthless, so is the case with result. Both the success and the failure should be given equal treatment because after all they both complete the cycle of life together.

So friends instead of criticising our team, we should make sure to stand by its sides and let them know that they still are our heroes and they still have our wishes with them.

Mafia Wars!!

People!! Here I am, with another possible avenue for all of us to waste our precious time...Join the MAFIA WARS on facebook! It's a really cool game with immense scope for expansion of our gang. Join in, fight, earn money and our gang shall rule. To join, click on the status on my profile on facebook...!!

nice joke

PERFECT TREE SHOT

A guy stands over his tee shot for what seems an eternity: looking up, looking down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind direction and speed. Finally his exasperated partner says, "What's taking so long? Hit the damn ball!"

The guy answers, "My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse. I want to make this a perfect shot."

"Forget it, man," says his partner. "You'll never hit her from here."

Where the Fuck are all the velas???

People!! This is the time!! You are all at home...doin nothing except eat, shit nd sleep. It is my sincere request that you all use this blog as the waste basket fr your thoughts. And as an added topic, might I add, opinions on the world cup are also welcome. As a start, I think the aussies suck nd may dey rot in hell.
Other's opinions are, as always, more than welcome!

To Jesus

I'm on the corner, waiting for a light to come on
That's when I know that you're alone
It's cold in the desert, water never sees the ground
Special unspoken without sound

You told me you loved me, that I'd never die alone
Hand over your heart, let's go home
Everyone noticed, everyone has seen the signs
I've always been known to cross lines

I've never ever cried when I was feeling down
I've always been scared of the sound
Jesus don't love me, no one ever carried my load
I'm too young to feel this old

Is it you, is it me
Or does nobody know, nobody see
Nobody but me
-The Holy bible

KAHANI GHAR GHAR KI...??? ( does it sounds familiar..)

so here i am.. resting my ass on the bed after a delicious dinner.. it feels so great to be at home...a place which you have always known so well.. everything is so homely about it..the food, the bed, the water..and never to forget the language...given my case the language part is really important...anyways the only problem that lies ahead of me is the stupid TV serials that i am forced to watch...
the first thing that comes in my mind after seeing these serials is that all of them are made to target the housewives. I exactly dont know the reason but all i can say is that the story of most of the tv serials deal with the great INDIAN NAARI in some way or the other. As far as i know this all started from the great Ekkkkta kkkapors Kkyunki...God !!!!!! the ekkkta effect did unite every housewife against the fictional attrocities of their mother in laws , sister in laws and their husbands and god knows what...Hmm..Ekkkta (the girl with a laaal tiikkka...) changed the whole way the indian tv serials were made.. she brought in the family effect not to mention the bitching , the back stabbing women blessed with immortality. I say immortal because the passing years never reflected any change on them. They were all blessed with long lives and they were always so young...
Nevertheless i find it really amusing to note that how contrasting the 80 mm screen is from these serials. One of the basic difference lies is the main character of the both serials and films. Its the male character who gets the major chunk of the screen space and importance in case of films and on the other hand its the female character whos the boss in these serials...hmm gender equality or is it the compensation...???
I believe apart from the story and the usual overflow of emotion, fashion also plays equally important part in the TRP ratings (though i really dont know what does that mean)..you cant ignore the fashion when it comes to women..i mean i am sure that some ladies out there must be indulging themselves into these shows to also see the various sarees or the jwelleries shown..
To tell you the truth even i would have loved ( i am not sure of this folks..) these shows had it been a little fast. The most annoying thing about these shows is its pace. The director really makes it a point to capture every single angle of a particular expression, even if it shows the same person repeating the dialogue again and again (may be say the 5th or the 6th time..) .. the director makes sure that he captures the expression of everyone whos present in that particular scene when a dialogue is being delievered.. not to forget the over acting also spoils the mood.
No wonder i just like watching movies where they keep all the emotions packed up for just 3 hours. Nevertheless i feel “Dekh bhai dekh” was a serial that i really liked..May be one or two more but right now i cant remember their names...anyways i know many people would differ from my views but i do hope to find few people in support of my views... Please God, bless these producers with some good piece of mind so that they make something more rational, something more entertaining apart from their usual GHAR GHAR KI KAHANI...!!!

THE TIME OUT..!!!

In due time, I have observed that letting your feelings and emotions flow out really helps you to cool down and what better way than just write about it. So here i am blogging about what goes in my mind this time. I am penning this down to register my frustration about the different “pace” with which various things happen in and around me and my inability to match with it. That goes for mostly when I want things to move at faster rate than its present rate. Though rare, but sometimes I really wish things to slow down but never do they turn out the way i want them to.

 I so wish that we better had control of setting up the pace of our own life. For example, some people like walking leisurely while some don’t. And when these two crowds meet, there are few “ANGRY” exchanges. Wouldn’t it have been a lot better, if these two different sections of the people had their own choice of pace at their own choice of time? Had it never occurred to you that you tend to do things at an adopted rate, a rate which most of the times isn’t set by you but by the circumstances.

It really becomes annoying when you wanted your life to run at a faster lane but being overcrowded you move on a much slower lane or sometimes you don’t even move. The speed of internet, for that instance is worth mentioning. Ever been in a situation during a lecture, when you feel you got what your “GURU” wanted you to know, but still find him/her repeating the concepts again and again due to same reason of taking everyone in consent. Ever been in a queue outside ATM centres when you are in a hurry and the person inside is running things at his own frame of time. It’s not always the switch from the fast to slow but the other way around is equally frustrating. Being stuck in the exam periods, always wanting for some extra time when you know you wouldn’t get any. It truly is frustrating for me.

No offense to anyone, but it turns out the segregation of these two different section of people is quite necessary for the betterment of both. An option of Life in faster lane and Life in slower lane should really be available though I really think I am asking for too much. I always wished to have a control over such things and this would definitely be one of the first wish that i would ask from THE JEANIE. A better gift for the mankind would be a control over the flow of time, though i really don’t know whether that would ever happen or not. May be i am hoping against a hope..GOD, I do feel a lot better speaking out my mind. Blogging is indeed fun..!!!

PS:- Looking forward to your comments.

Insomnia

It's four in the morning, and I sit in front of a computer, trying desperately to kill time till they start serving breakfast in the mess. Presuming that I am assuming right, most of you too have been here...awake in the middle of the night, without a trace of sleep, trying hard to figure out what to do with all the time that you have. I am faced with the same dilemma, and when one has a lot of time at his/her disposal, and no job at hand, weird, uncanny and bizarre thoughts start treading one's mind. It's inevitable I guess. So I was thinking about all the funny advertisements people come up with on television. Although I must accept, It irritates me to the core when a stupid guy comes in the middle of my fav movie trying to sell me some crappy washing powder. And I am of the firm opinion that never buy anything for which they advertise too much. After all, a road less trodden is less trodden for a reason. These advertisement folks would tell you what you want to hear. To be frank, Advertisement is actually legalized lying, nothing more, nothing less. But there is hardly anything I can do about it, so I started paying attention to those silly 2 min ads. Here are a few anomalies I found out in the seemingly full-proof advertisement on which a company just spent crores....

1) The Girls they show in these ads....I can’t figure out their expressions! No matter what they are selling, the faces they make, the clothes they wear, it seems they are going to have an orgasm within the next 2 mins! I am yet to understand what is it about a stupid toothpaste that makes them so excited. After all, it does creates an awkward situation when one is sitting with family, nicely watching a movie, and all of a sudden the girl starts moving seductively, in the shortest possible skirt, singing ballads of airtel.

2) There’s an ad in particular I remember. It was for a washing powder, if I am not wrong. The husband comes into the house, tired and weary. His shirt has blood stains on it. The wife sees him, and smiles. And says ,”abhie saaf ho jayega ji”. And she goes ahead with the shirt and, as expected, the shirt comes out as clean as ever! Now, never for once I doubted the quality of the washing powder throughout the ad. But if I were the wife, laundry wouldn’t have been my biggest worry at that point of time! Get rid of the body first, stupid woman!!

3) Well the third point has nothing to do with advertisements, but I feel strongly about it anyways. Cookery Shows. What’s the point? What are they trying to do??
I will never understand why they cook on TV. I can't smell it. Can't eat it. Can't taste it. The end of the show they hold it up to the camera, "Well, here it is. You can't have any. Thanks for watching. Goodbye.

I had planned to end this here, but the thoughts haven’t stopped coming. I was reading about Switzerland the other day. The swiss haven’t been in a war for the past 500 years! Pretty impressive yr, looking at us here in India. But I think it’s rather lucky for them. Ever see that little swiss army knife they have to fight with??Not much of a weapon according to me. Nail cutter, bottle openers and stuff. If the time came for a war, people would be shouting all over ,”Hey man!back off!!I got my nail cutters right here and the bottle opener battalion would be here any minute!”.

Some of you must have read the book “A brief History of Time” by Stephen Hawkings. Amazing book with theories and supporting text on space-time continuum. Well I was thinking....at times when you ask other people, “how far is the foodcourt??” and they answer ,”20 mins”. But here I find an inconsistency with Mr.Hawking’s text! This conversion of time and distance cannot be reversed!! For instance ,”when do your classes get over?” ”Around 3 kilometers”.

Hehe...looks like I can’t sleep without wasting a substantial share of my day. After all this gibberish, I feel sleepy. Do feel free to comment on my thoughts, and keep posting folks.
Ciao ppl!!

DIVINE INTERVENTION..!!!

This is an intervention that i would really like to experience. An intervention which would illuminate me with the presence of god or something unnatural, unexplainable something DIVINE. As far as my history knowledge goes, the creation of the term GOD was mainly to substitute the unexplainable things which were happening in and around the day to day life of man. The early human race got answers for the unanswerable questions by just relating them to GOD. Some also suggest that this was to bring a sense of order amongst the society.

The sense of fear gradually transformed into the sense of devotion, a sense so strong that it now governs everyone’s life. This devotion, as many put, brings peace into the life of many and it acts as a source of inspiration. However this devotion, according to me is just an influence, a habit which people in due time have gathered. For some this influence comes from their family like seeing their parents worshipping every morning, while for some others it comes from their surroundings. Our devotion is in its current form because we have been taught like this or been told about these things. Had we not been told like this or had we not been in this kind of atmosphere then our acceptance of this DIVINE power would have been altogether different. All i am trying to say is whatever we acknowledge presently is because we have been told to do so. None of us developed this devotion because of our own need, our own experiences, at least none i know around me.

This may seem inappropriate but the true power that resides is in oneself, is inside and is placed deep within. It may look as if i am an atheist but the truth is due to the same unexplainable reason, even i fold my hands in front of the deity and thank the lord for everything whenever i find myself facing it. Even i start pouring out all sorts of requests and wishes expecting that they would be reaching to someone who would attentively listen to it.

The mere presence of this force around us is responsible for an ordered system. So instead of wondering whether this force really exists or not, we should look into its effect. The established order in the society and the moral values, all are indeed somehow related to the very existence of this divine intervention. Though i would really wish that this intervention doesn’t cross our path every now and then and instead of showing us the path it starts ruling it, because that is when a faith turns blind. Keep your eyes wide open my friends and have faith on your faith. Adios....!!!!

COLOURS OF LIFE..!!!

There is so much to this life which we live that anyone hardly would ever understand the true meaning of it. According to me the best way to describe the different forms of life would be through the different colours that surrounds us. Colours and the meanings attached to them depends upon the viewer for eg. For some people the fiery red would be the sign of love while for some it may be a sign of danger.
Pointless to that what the colours really symbolise, i wonder what would this world look like if we had no colours, to show anger, fear , beauty and love for that instance. The first thing that clicks me is life would be a lot more boring and monotonous. One of the most eminent things that we would lose with the loss of colours would be the ease of expressing things. All would just be simply black and white (back to the 1930s..) . No environment friendly ‘green’, no ‘blue’ films (beware...lolzz), no ‘yellow’ sun, no ‘red’ cricket ball. Imagine your life being a test match with only whites and blacks. Though i feel there would be some advantage to people who find it really difficult to decide upon which colour to wear everyday and spend precious time of theirs standing in front of mirror to see whether the colour they are wearing really suits them or not. Apart from that i don’t find anyone else that would somehow benefit from this.
So next time my friends whenever you see a blue sky, a red sun, a green tree or even a ‘blue’ film, try appreciating the ability to see the various aspects of life through as simple as colours. Have a colourful life my friends...!!!

Anurag Kashyap

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