Thoughts.....

When you are in trouble all you can say is "I dont know"......if that fails,then better be sorry.....

Bravery needs no wisdom....


Being sober is not safe....

Altruism is your selfishness helping others......

I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you don't like?

Is it progress if a cannibal uses a knife & fork?.......

Loosing wisdom...

It never fails to surprise me how the start of the day completely misguides its course..........
and it is even more amazing how someone supposedly 'wise' had most assiduously set up a diction in favour of
the misleading statement....but hey we are not here to criticize some old wise man probably enjoying his extednded
reverie in his grave in a satisfied silence....lets take it in its face value..........and dwell upon the literal
meaning of the reflection......................
So here I was ,few hours ago commenting upon the heat waves that seem to invade the great city......as a result
I came upon nothin short of a frustrated rhetoric in my last post....but as if I was much too nagging for God
to bear and it started to become grim and dark .....I was out.......and when you see the first few drops
upon your face,you never fail to exclaim.......and exclaim I did......no matter if it appeared as a nonsensical expression of a child............and the gale came in............and I stood amidst it and wondering why after all these years today I had the inclination(you may call it a whim as well)
to do it..........was it because these are the last few days in this city??...I didnt think.....but then 'sense' came back upon me
and I brushed up the moats that my foolish ordeals have so readily gathered.....and I returned to the 'sanity' of the shelters........
but one thing I wondered as raindrops pattered reluctantly on the dusty cobblestones..."will these days come again..???"

And the lightning flashed........

Nothin new.....

So here we are again....gettin rather irregular with my posts....................
So let us most unceremoniously talk about one of those lazy days when you have nothin to do(what else do you think has prompted me into this rhetoric??).....so you are tired of doin nothin.......all you can think of are things more mundane than coffee stains in a public building...........the sun pelts down with pre-historic fury....its summertime in this great cofusing city and you sit alone..........
"You are hit by a heat wave and you better know it to justify your itsy-bitsy wardrobe. As you send the Mercury soaring higher, flaunt a little GK as well to balance things out. If you want some help with the vital (brain) stats, pick up the tip of why this is called a heat wave (five degrees above normal, it is). And if they raise eyebrows at the endless row of beer bottles on your table, wink the monsoons being delayed for at least 10 days excuse to floor them further. Given the prediction of poor monsoons during the months of June and July in any case, you can go right ahead and order some more......."
So you sit alone by your window.....curtains drawn.....and think "whats next??"....and with more philosophical grin upon your face than the crow by the road and you wonder"why cant life go on like this....??"......and just as the importance of being idle has dawned upon you,
all the thoughts about your future bears down upon you and you gauge the depths of 'being 
professional".......and something seems to murmur in your ear................................

"All in all you're just another brick in the wall....."

Being Foolish.....

It is especially wonderful how smallest and most trivial of things can trigger most outrageous train of thoughts...........

Take few moments my friends and consider if the apple had not fallen or even if it had fallen but not duely observed by a gentlemen
idling nearby ..........life would certainly have been much easier.....as fact of the matter is, we could have done with some less calculations
at hand...............but thats a different story.......lets not get too cynical about the things life has to offer.......

So as I was saying,if we try to comtemplate the number of incorrigible hours we spent gaping at the television and the things we enact watching,
it would certainly dawn upon us with the same ludicrity and aphasiatic ejaculation as an amphibian reaching for a fly that in more rosier and
better life that the service promises to provide how smallest of things bring an avalanche of events......and trust me people are impressed!!!
You buy a concotion so that the dead cells that god has so miserly bequeated you may 'grow' and you attain the favour of more merrier genders........
You buy a mixture so that a person from the equator may actually walk head high in a more civilized west.....hell...and the list goes on.......as if life is short of things to do...

Well dont think that I am the Oracle lying outside this wonderful dream of a better life.....all I am doing is justifying the diction with which I initiated this idle rhetoric.....as recently
following my efforts of socialization,I have encounterd a rather apostle of so called 'consumerism'.......as the person in question is more than ready to sit by mirror and stare at the
rather pretty reflection with the look of a connoisseur upon a masterpiece when a Stinger arrives at her doorstep.........so the fateful day that so influencially infused the observation upon me...
I had the audacity to comment upon the apparent infirmity of the effort .....well as sustained by the ignorance and blasphemy of lower mortals like me.......infirmity might not have been the appropriate
word....lets say ineffectuality.......I was .....in no decent and endearing terms..... enlightened by an undeniable monologue....the un-ending wisdom associated with the efforts.......and I believe all of
us are more than aware to pronounce an unconditional retreat after a fatal touche of words.....lest we become chauvinist!!!

So the more gooey population ..... who are much too lazy to step into more educated cadre......will we ever be wise enough to converge with the fair flow......or continue being 'foolish'??

being friends.....

Dont blame me.......

Brothers in arms....................... At your risk.............

team work was never more true.............

Wild Nights......

Nothing...........

Well.....you never know when the fancy comes upon you......and when it leaves........like a dew drop throbbing for its existence upon the waxy surface of a leaf,or a spider web,we all have oursudden streak of geiuses that bear down upon us with the speed of light.....we are humans!!!And when with all the ludacrity with which it had arrived and conquered our unaware self,it suddenly leaves youleaving you dazed in a dark shiny void.......you can only think of one thing....."lets talk!"..but what to 'talk'!!??

So friends,lets just 'talk' about 'nothing'....well how do you define 'nothing'??Is it by the mathematician's wit that defines 'nothing' by a big ZERO......DIVIDE BY ZERO.....or numerous of those cyrillic symbols that somehow becomes more important than we are??Now lets not get too philosophical about 'nothing'........'coz if Mr.Holmes came across'Mr.Nothing' in some dank,bleak English winter he would certainly have exclaimed "my dear Watson...." with the precisionof a "setter upon the scent of a quail" and provided a clear,rather outrageous impersonation of 'nothing'.......so lets justgive an honest maybe inadequate effort to scale that Jekyll or the Hyde named 'nothing'.......

Well,I beseech you extend your imagination and think "what if one day the world becomes 'nothing'?"....I am sure I amnot being a discoverer of this rather stupid and outrageous a thought..........you look out of your quaint little window only to be greeted by a wonderfully terrible....or terribly wonderful sight of nothingness...........the hustleof the people over steaming cappuchinos......the honks of the engines caleed automobiles......the clatter of pens uponsoftboards......the diffident silence of the chessboards......the wisps of the gaudy jets.....all contracted and imploded in an inspiringly morose silence of 'nothingness'.......how would you feel??
Would you want to trade it for the same old clamour that you have been a part of all these years?Would you throw up in themelancholy silence and barter everything that you seem to have to return to that world full of 'everything'??Is it how you feel when people tell you that you are out of the 'system'???
But then what is the 'system'??
Is it defined by the way we have been behaving all these years?......You smile when your relatives stand to claim their rights after twenty years of "hi,hello.." over the phone.........you take all that it takes and give all that it takes to be a good student and earn a decent report in your high school........you sweat beneat yourself in a dream that yourelders have entrusted upon you.....what is the yardstick of the 'system'??.....Trust me,confused that I am,after all these years the 'system' is still not clear to me......and yet I am a part of that system......and the glass have never been 'half full'.....now I am beginning to wonder if this is the system.....what lies in the 'nothingness' outside it??And I have no clue.........
So how would you react if by most uncermonious flights of fantasy....you suddenly wake up before the unknown nothingness which lies outside the 'system'(is it??) and see the entire world in front of you......would you like to return to the 'comfort' that the 'system' has been providing you....or would get up and step outside into that world of 'nothing' and check out if at all it has anything stored for you...............................

That's an answer I could'nt think of..........

What a mess!!!

Here we are again.......Well,if i continue lookin back at those four years,it is a wonder how could I ever forgetthe most colourful shrine of the entire college life-minus the academic woods-our beloved mess and canteen!!!
The day begins in expletives of the numerous gladiators set out for the day's battle......beholdas they queue up to gather the fuel for their toil.........few loafs that proudly remembers its hey days look down upon them with satisfied diffidence as they wait to bear down upon the labyrinthinebowels of the fighters......or stacks of 'parathas'...hot and straight from the recycled rubber factory that so proudly bears the name of the 'kitchen'.......indeed a beautiful start of the day............
The days trudges by with the meticulouslness of an ant upon a trail.....and the boys look forward for what gentlemen named Wren and Martin had called 'lunch',and the protagonists wait by the holy altar fortheir manna to be served........in this case a mystic concotion of potatoes and potatoes and potatoes!!!!!Ofcourse not to forget those wonderful reminiscence of what is called the 'batora'.....peeping for deliverence from monumental baskets as the boys fight to grab a piece of it...for they just cannot wait tobe a part of the same deliverance.......for Darwin's survival of the fittest is certainly not limited within rhetorics of the textbooks....the mess teaches them endurance and the fact that everything cannot be bought.
My dear friends.....if lunch is the tip....then the entire awe of the iceberg lies at the dinner......but first let us focus upon a more subtle and curious aspect associated with the mess.There exist two categories of crowd in dinnertime mess......one the fallen,not so fortunate throngs who have not been smitten by Cupid....as an annexure you can also add those who think they are smitten and would move mountains to prove that....they are the early birds......the second and more colourful fortunate crowd arrive much later after they have scaled the hills with their 'better halfs'But hey,dont even dream of thinkin that the early bird catches the worm.....for once the proverb is wrong....for the bestpart of the mess is the sovereignity and equality associated with it......the boys could literally see the pain,the plightand the suffering the poor bird had to undergo as they glance down upon the pieces of chicken with great reverence......and theso-called 'paneer'....the attire of vegetarianism actually shares the same womb(gravy) with the chicken....what a wonderful exampleof 'peaceful co-existence'!!!!!!Indeed it is a wonder how smallest of things can reflect greater dictions of life!!
Now if we concentrate upon the more rosier sections of epicural ecstacy we enter the canteen.........a wonderous haven where nopain can enter......a haunt of eternal lovers......where one can burn down a lonely soul who have been blasphemous enough notto be smitten by the wonder arrow...and phoenix from the ashes bites the tongue and waits forever as the vendors serves the curvaceous figurines with coquettish smiles .....indeed a shrine among the drudgeries of life!!!
So my friends.........after being part of the luxury that i hereby tried to illustrate by my rhetoric.....a luxurywhich surely incites the thoughts of your happy homeland.....I must ask your leave ...or maybe grant you respite from this prolongedmonologue.....and just hope that before you pay...pray be sure you enjoy the luxury and service as good as I and the fortunate few received!!

Hiccup Blues........

Well my dear friends..........whoever you are...excuse my follies in my first attempt at this public platform........After four years of a life within a life, which is how i define my adventure in the awe-inspiring shrine of boys' hostel in a residential engineering college, maybe its time to reflect upon an intricate part of it: drinking!!!Someone had said quite wisely...wether the wisdom was infused by the same wonder spirit..that is beyond the scope of my understanding...."The sway of alcohol over mankind is unquestionably due to its power to stimulate the mystical faculties of human nature, usually crushed to earth by the cold facts and dry criticisms of the sober hour. Sobriety diminishes, discriminates, and says no; drunkenness expands, unites, and says yes".......indeed that cannot be more true for gladiators like us.......Alchohol, as reality suggests teaches us to reconcile to the sad realities of life, now if for once we overlook the philosophical aspect of the diction, it is all the more factual......a common crisis in the hostel labyrinth is the so called "breakup".....the day you actually become free from the manacles of your so called "better half" who have saintly added some extra holes in your pocket and quaintly looked from the corner of the eyes with a look of connoisseur upon a dagguereo type masterpiece. And trust me people have quite ingenious ways of 'celebrating' the deliverance;some of them sneer........the inteligentfew try to overlook the fact that scores of other vultures are actually gloating over something new to miam time with,and maybe one of 'em even trying to barge in between to smite or be smitten by the same Cupid's arrows that had once pricked him..........and he just cant help feeling sorry for Cupid.....so much blood in his hand!!!!!!Now buggers who have actually spent the long way with me may know whom i am referrin to .......or maybe sweat under theirbeard, for the same apllies to them as well........in that case ...my apologies......it is unintensional and what i call"professional hazards!!!!"
Theres only one way to get past it:ALCHOHOL!!!
As an "almost eyewitness".....which is how I describe "I heard"....there are even some mystic soules who weep their heart out by the poster of a 'post hyper pubescent high school singer'who actually calls herself a rockstar(god!!!) and wonders why he is the one!!!!!!!Well excuse me if it was too directbut hey....isnt that a wonderful way to ease your heart out???Again the Abbot of Barley and Mollases takes its course.....and the lesser mortalsactually banishes the liquour as a taboo and looks down upon it like a horse upon a grilled kabab!!!!God,wats the world coming to!!!
As reality suggests......there need not be any predefined occasion for this wonder spirit.........a hot day certainly needs a swig of vodka.....a chilly evening gets sweet by a few drops of brandy.........a lonely dusk certainly calls for whiskey....or....hey buddies get a life and take a sip!!
So maybe it is time for me to 'sod off' and escape the wrath of the "sobers" and reconcile to my haven of 'quarter.....semi...and un-consiousness' and leave the nobles to think about newer plots to usher this spirit out of their life and the 'not so nobles' to quietly ponder upon the virtue of the mysticriver on the tributoties of their veins..................cheers!!!