Its been a while..

It has been a while i have not posted on the link here. Common what do you expect me. Am no Paulo Coelho.This is not my earning..though my desire , no not desire need to write. Well the times were not too busy that i could not write..ohh cut the crap. I am very bad at admitting mistakes :)

So i was not short of time, i was neither involved in too much studies..the truth is that..well lets skip it. I am not too bold as you can see i can not write i have fallen in love. Well done with it lets write again.

You know what is the basic problem with the person who can lie at will and chose not to lie ever. Well don't guess i am not gonna answer that..i myself don't know. Now this is coming out to be a very bad article i know. I have strong reasons to support my point that this is going to end very badly and i am sure you will be wasting your time reading this post.

Reason No 1 :- I have not decided yet what am i going to write
Reason No 2 :- There is no occassion to inspire me
Reason No 3 :- I have nothing to boast about as well

So you have decided you are gonna waste your time. God help you guys.(I warned you..don't curse me later..i am damn serious).

So having done with it this ain't going to be a very helpful read is that i am under so much confusion(for the 3rd time in a row in a short span of my life). And i have many reasons to tell(apart from the above 3).

See the point is next six months are my final 6 months(5 may be) at Nangal Dam(yes i am an Engineer). And my previous no to Accenture,HCL,TCS are compelling me to think what am i going to do with my life. Common who says no to these elite companies. Obviously a fanatic like me would be the most viable answer. Byt here i am folowing my dreams since class 4 endlessly.

The story of Accenture ranges from me saying no in a very awkward manner and TCS joining is due tommorrow and since i am sure as i won't be able to reach Mumbai in time to join*(as if i wanted) i am writing this completely sured. And let us not talk about HCL, yes that would be very nice.

So, i am not joining the comfortable jobs as my most of the friends who have passed out with me are. So, what am i doing for God's sake. Well i am doing my PG(traing) and trying my level best in my field. Yes, i am not joining TCS as i am sure i am going to be placed from here. But since it is not possible to know future i have been a bit under illusion of say uncertainity. But hey they say Fools and fanatics are always certain of themselves, but wiser people are full of doubts. (Well at least this proves me for the 1st time i am not a fool, but it cannot rule out that i am not a fanatic).

I told you this piece of shit you are reading is a waste of time(nor is being an edited post).

Since you have got this far..you damn are stubborn, deeply interested in me( i would never have gone past this line now).

Damn you really are having a crush on me. So, let me begin.

I have one problem i can never see my closed ones in pain. And what if your very close ones cry infront of you. Well that is what makes me more uncertain.

You know the worst feeling in this world for me (every one has different thresholds) is the feeling when you can not do anything..because you just can not(now as if you have understood). The worst feeling is that you are so helpless that you can't help the one you adore so much..you love so much..because you can not. I won't be going into details as this is not only about me. I have nothing to hide. My book is an open book. But encrypted. I never give the password to anybody. Sometimes my left half of brain is unaware of right one's act and yes that leads to me(as people say i have very cold heart). Give me a break. Why am i writing i am not even gonna get anything from this. No one is gonna read this(as this shows my weaker side - so why would i let you see).

Eventually i have got not one but two laptops transferred here to India as i last time posted in my previous post i won't be posting as i have got no PC.(now i had plan of writing this atory in differnt article, crap!!)

Meanwhile, everything is fine but so complicated. I don't know why. I have always dreamt of travelling the world alone and living more simply..I don't know what has happpened to that dream.(Now these were Dido's line from the song 'Life for Rent)

I love writing stories and quoting facts..love debating and enjoy winning argument. But i don't know what am i writing today..my confused state of mind.. YOU TELL ME??

Post G.....A......P

The problem is that the letter "y" of the laptop which i am using is not functional..Well this was not the reason i was not able to post any thing on the 'spot'..The only effect it had was that i could not start with lines 'yes the GAP is partially over" as i have managed to find only letter 'y' in small alphabetical letter(don't force me tell me to tell i require only small 'y' in my user name and password to login to blogspot)..It is difficult to mangae and stop and type crtl+V ever'y'time i need a "y", but i have gladly gained my quota of expertise in this field too..It will take a long post certainly to clarify(now i have to to question myself Why i use so many 'y's in my post..it indeed is cumbersome)why i was not able to post but it will certainly take less time to explain why i am writing again..Firstly i could not allow myself to take the 'Great Blogger' title in for my 1st two posts only which was given by my dear juniors on my farewell(what a farewell it was, submitting my final year Project Report on the same day..i love my college for the same and infinite other reasons)and then rest in peace. Secondly the hope of getting laptop which has a functional 'y' from my brother which he was supposed to send from Georgia are dimming..So,a blessing in disguise...here i am writing after what i am here for..

PS:-(1)I have written a few posts will be posting shortly(but then whats there in writing again..this time it would be typing though).

g A p

It is is not that i am not writing. The prolonged GAP in my postings at the blogspot have many reasons. The last few days i have been writing exams, final year diaries(which i call farewell diaries).I wanted to enjoy my last few days at college so was just loving being with my friends and juniors. One of my friends(a very fine writer....who does not let me see what he writes...saying that i would copy :D)said to me to post something on my blog(that i will be writing after a few days) for the gap so that a few people that are interested in reading what i m writing are not lost.

Well then here i am taking the time out from...clicking final year pictures, basketball(just saying goodbye to my college court),table tennis, lawn tennis court...canteen gossips..EE-2 my class where i never went for lectures...since last 1 year and all the rest listless stuff and yes also the exam preparations to post that “i'll be posting in a few days...may be weeks...after i get over my farewell fever for the place i wanted to leave the day i came to...my college.”

But they say after end there is a new begining...well then it occurred to me that it has been 5 long years i have seen my alma mater my school...my school friends. So, together i with my one close school friend it was decided to put together a 'Re-Union'. The main source of inspiration was he only . My 10 days went flying by just to organize the event. Tell u what it was not at all difficult to invite friends but the real hardship was in making them all to agree on meeting at a 'Perfect' Date. The last 10 went by in simply replying to their mails and messages...common it has been 5 years...everyone was exited. The Faceboook again played a great part in uniting the people. The date issue was finally sorted out and i am left free to do what i want to...here writing.

So, where was i...yes, i was just planning to inform you by posting a short message to all my dear mentors that i was not able to post due to the above reasons..and i end up writing quiet a boring long message intstead....expecting no comments at all

Friends' Consortium

It has been 3.78 years approximately I have been doing my Bachelor’s In Technology Degree.Hey this is not about my mind-numbing college life I am going to talk about. I am here prosing about group of 3 close friends, roaming who seem to be inseparable,till a feminine creature disembarks in the contextualize. I am in a college that keeps tight rein on the other half of the sex, college girls by scuttling them inside their dorms at the strict timing of 7:30 P.M. by the premonition of the insignificant yet stocky voice of guards of female salvages signaling them to return with their whistle(Now if a boy whistles it would become a J&K issue between India & Pakistan...but all is well when an uneducated man officially whistles to them).The feeling that a girl can be worked to go in her hide outs with a man’s whistle fill my mind with both interrogation and exultance. My previous post already made me unpopular among almost all of my female school friends and my college ones are not ready to accept the truth. So, I am appending enemies”Yes, I am writing about boys...and their one work in which they are more than just perfect”.

Whenever the ‘trio’ move out in the evening to witness the arena of sunset out of their hostel rooms in the campus, they just don’t come out for a snack of evening walk to witness the beauty of moonlight engulfing the sunlight, they are there to witness the other splendour. The couples sitting with hand in hand in canteen, some shy...some trying to show they are shy...some “just friends”, some don’t even know if there was an earthquake or a guy got slapped next to him, some close friends...others the so called brothers and sisters group representing the immense brotherhood and sisterhood...possible non place other than the canteen of the college in the whole universe. Away from this worldly affair are the ‘trio’ witnessing the changes of season...the light dimming...slightly fading away...infront of library. Some of the ‘trio’ prefer to sit back and relax in the football ground (which can be optionally made a cricket ground whenever required) away from this crap. The other ‘trio’ prefers to be very watchful over the next group of lot coming out of girls hostel. The people interested in politics expand their ‘trio’ till they engage the next coming junior from his region of existence. The next group is the one sitting in hostel mugging up Morris Mano, Benjamin C. Kuo and Robert L. Boylestad. The others can’t take out time from the LAN games...these cannot keep themselves from playing Counter-Strike, Fifa (07 mostly) and Need For Speed. This is the time when even the book muggers would come out of the reference section to witness the superfluity that the time demands.

But at the end of the day which usually is the beginning of next day they sit back and start to share their feelings till the time next day’s morning lecture is about to start. Well some were intelligent enough to leave the conversation in time and were usually seen immensely happy on the D-day pocketing their admit cards without any fine to pay in account of shortage of attendance. Some are fervent (showing extreme enthusiasm) to go to lecture and sleep in the class instead. A few are the brave ones to sleep in the room ready to pay fine for the sin of sleeping in rooms instead of class.

But what is that one thing the ‘trio’ talk about?
Future of India, Hindu-Muslim riots, Sino-Indian border problems, scarcity of water, world peace?
Hey who the hell has got time for that when there is the most important thing to discuss!! And rest of the world is already brooding about these important topics already. So why waste time?
So what is the next most important notion of conundrum?
Well whatever might be the twitch, which ever be the flinch....all roads lead to the discussion of :-

“LOVE”
Have you been in in ‘love’?. And eventually the topic is lead to moniker the one you are interested in class, college...whether be it junior or senior. And the second you name it(Ohh and belive me they will make you name one)how much you try to circumvent, you are the only zebra(with no stripes) ready to be torn into pieces by the rest. And yes the name which the zebra takes, is always the one that is the common liking of the 5-6 more( how many decent looking girls can you expect in a fine engineering college anyways) ones sitting in the same room. And then the next day...all know who the rivals are.

The next day starts with the aim of sidelining the one who named the name...and in a few days you will notice the one person who was most interested in asking the question that night is seen roaming hand in hand with.
But what happens to that guy who liked or so called loved the girl he regretted never to name? Well where there is a will there is a way. He find the next one if he is not that ill-stared.

The friendship in boys is like a rope...ready to be overhauled again but leaves a knot wherever there is a skirmish engagement.
Men fights are never cat fights. They always leave a mark...either in heart or a scar in face. But how many times you fall you find the one hand to pick you up. The hand of your true friend.

They say Diamonds are forever...I believe friends are forever. In whatever ominous problem you might be there are always one or two standing by your side...whatever havoc may befall. And when you see your college life is ending, what do you take with you*(common the degree will come when it will come after 4-5 months)? A few proud ones will say I am leaving this college with the hell of a lifetime you had in 4 years and friends you will cherish for the lifetime.

International Women's Day

It's Women’s Day(8th of March), they tell you. What defines womanhood, they tell you. What being a woman is all about, they tell you; hundreds of advertisements, editorials, Television commercials, serials, even movies... You’re the diva, you’re the superwoman, the mother, daughter, wife or girlfriend, sister, employee, homemaker, scaregiver... you’re all of the above, a master juggler of roles, a pro at that great game of life that they say you’ve aced. Thousands of researches and surveys done every year, all trying to pin down that holy grail of science, relationship studies and sociology combined, that’s been sought for since Adam and Eve first had their falling from Eden.

Funny? Of course it is! One ‘pathbreaking’ new research every third week, thousands of hours and loads of money spent, to figure out that mysterious creature – right from the kind of man to the type of socks she prefers. Who’d have thought that one half of the world would be this analysed, dissected, researched... only to try and find pigeonholes they can be fit into; straitjacketed into definition. What’s with the obsession with finding a name to every type of woman, a reason for every kind of behaviour, a numerical figure to each kind of preference, a statistic to every trait? “Probably, it’s to make life easier for men!”

Women spend 3,276 hours getting ready, which is 136 days of their lives – enough to fly to the moon and back 22 times. 67 per cent also think getting ready is actually a chore, and only 33 per cent enjoy preening themselves

From puberty till she turns 21, a woman is ogled at by men 52,000 times

93 per cent of what a woman thinks about a man is based on his body language and confidence

On an average, a woman will spend 10 years of her life in dieting, 9 in shopping, 4 years talking on the phone, two years in wearing makeup, 2 ½ in doing her hair, 1 ½ in the bathroom, 1 year in deciding what to wear, 58 days in removing unwanted hair, 2 ½ years in planning the next meal, and six months in checking out guy candy!

Both single and married women, in their preference for their dream man, put dancing before financial success, and sex last. Most also judge how a man is in bed by how good he is on the dance floor

Women rate funny guys as more intelligent, prefer talking to a man with a ‘fuel efficient car’ rather than a racy sports car.

One in four fed up women wish they were men, because of pre-menstrual tension and the pain of pregnancy. But women still love being women and 36 per cent believe it’s because they can express their emotions


Mums who work part time have the healthiest kids. They let their children watch an hour less telly each and their kids consume fewer snack foods and have more time to exercise

77 per cent of women car buyers continue to bring a man along to their next purchase

75 per cent women believe family is the single most important thing in their life, more than their career

These all facts are the work of TOI(Dated 8th March 2010)


I personally feel we should have Man's Day Too...In between let us all celebrate "International Women's Day".