On Graduation!!!!!!

So.....four years of loitering around the same not so old corridors of what we used to call the academic block and the dingy by lanes of the labyrinthine boy's hostel,this is the day when we finally became a graduate......well perhaps some of you are suffering from an acute bowel malfunctionand actually dreaming of a steamingly delicious Italian pizza.....if you do then you must appreciate thefeeling of cuddling into a dank rug in the lonely city of Hyderabad and thinking of the things going onin what is so foolishly called the Convocation.No I am not complaining......certainly not considering the rather dangerous convenience to the hilly locale of our college..........but then a rather generous amount of free time that is enjoyed by a new joiner in a multinational company and his gruelling sense of boredom can indeed induce a lot of fancies......so considering my idle lumberings across the plush corridors and hours after hours of fussball....I thought might as well take an hour's break.............however, the fact of the matter is..the decadance of lethargy that befriends me these days is almost adorable......getup in the morning.....have a cold shower.....no I dont even have breakfast at home...I keep that 'work' to be done at the office.....and I am not saying that I am surrounded by stupidity...the point is, sometimes many of us are scared or irritated at nothing in particular...and it happens to me as well.......infact it happens more often than not.......so I cannot say that I am not in a very merry temper......infact Shakespeare's Antonio was never more relevant to me before......but thats all literature....lets not talk about that.....but then again.....it never fails to amaze me that how I divert myself into a horrendously different field........but isnt that life in its crudest form?? I mean how many of you have actually lived to see and enjoy the one proud moment.....whatever it is.....that youhave been waiting for all these years.......there always have been too many options for you to decide upon.....but when it comes to that single moment of glory when you can actually say out aloud "we are the champions",surprisingly there always have been a situation that is impossible to avoid......I remember how we used to curse the rather caustic administration of our college whenever we had three assignments to submit in two days,with piled-up unfinished lab note books reminiding of pre-historic bureaucratic red tapism....but then we always wanted that single last bash of alchohol before we actually stepped into the world of free coffee in a white cup........and that never happened......so today is the Convocation....the day when the gullible world recognizes us as graduates,I am squatting with a pack of potato chips and cigerettes in a messed up room somewhere in the bowels of a confusing city.......but then being a graduate in a wonderful feeling....and the day is special indeed......

Okay.....people talk about art in its native form.......I never realised that untill yesterday!!!!!

Engineering holocaust......

Well....I dont know what is happening to this world.........and science is certainly not helping it....

I mean you think you are earning good enough to grab what you need and what you want.......but then thanks to some demented brains in some seedy clutterd laboratory overseas.......all you get is loads of self slander and desperate sighs as you stare at what lies beyond........and all you could do is to take a snap and capture atleast a part of the edifice that you know you can never afford...............................!!!!!

Thirty friggin' three lakhs............thats hardly fair!!!!!

Okay...this is serious shit.......well what more do you expect........its been serious encroachment upon the dwellings of the meek creatures that bears the name of the 'ship of the desert' in our mid-school G.K texts........actually thinking once again it is indeed a suitable designation for them....desert indeed...........as a desert need not necessarily have sand.....it may infact be in the form of long streches of asphalt with gleaming automobiles and black 'fair' ladies and lonely frustrated chaps.........and among such a horrendously absurd morning where all I had in mind is how to spend the day amidst the utter boredom of corporate labyrinth,I saw three camels lumbering with idle briskness upon the highways.......if only the publishers were aware of the fact, the unfortunate kids have to look out for a newer edition of their books......anyways.....I am not saying I am surrounded by stupidity..........actually even I am a part of this dun coloured cloud looming obstinately upon nothing in particular........well.....it is a place where the buses ply but never seem to stop at the wildest wave of limbs.........where the people actually wait till the office bus stops to get on it.......where I have to swip a piece of card with I-don't -know-what bug inside to go to the loo......and have a P.C that never logs me in.....and have been visiting the office for a couple of days for nothing in particular other than playing carrom.......smoking.......loitering along the plush corridor for theatrically made up errands.........and a place where at 8.30 in the morning you get three camels roaming around the city for no apparent destination.........trust me my friends....this is something that you are not supposed to crib about....for men are generally thought as the stoic not so soft mishap of nature........and because they are usually considered to be 'paid' by the company.......so for that matter I checked my account balance quite with the fashionable luxury of the so called 'i-connect'........err.......it never fails to amaze me that everytime I do that I cannot escape exclaiming "where do the money goes!!!??".....ah yes......the cable guy called for the bill for the intenet this afternoon.......and I hate the midway of the week.......darn......sometimes I even wonder what is the point of having all these 'byte transfers' where I never actually come across any of my friend when I log on......or any decent conversation for that matter......but then I am generally expected to go through the loads of official jargon that my mailbox has to cope up with.......that actually takes an hour......and then my phone bill is delayed....and an electronic voice had assured me that my 'complaint' has been filed.........and there are ten different passwords for twenty different accounts that I have to remember always.....so the point is.....if ever there was.....the publishers of our mid-school G.K texts may as well rest in peace....for as it is........the camel is indeed the ship of the desert.......only the desert have changed.....and nothing else...

Well.......I am writing this post in yet another seedy Saturday night when fate has yet again intervened and deprived our civil right to 'chill out' after a week's rat-tat-ing the keyboard without much productive result.......no I am not complaining this time.........as many of youmight have read......a convict acquires a love for his detension as time goes on.......no I am not loving it.......but I guess I have reconciled to the fact that somehow life is not the same anymore.........so I sat down to study this Saturday as I have to give yet another exam to provenothing the coming Monday.........only to be 'on bench' which I am afraid is a not-so-endearing expression for being shamelessly jobless but still claiming a not-so-fat salary at the end of the month..............so I studied untill sometime.....well not too long after I was actually into thebleak fonts of the text that one my 'colleage'......yeah that sounded great indeed.....urged the beast inside me by venting his plan of having a 'kabab' for his dinner to me.........huh.....I guess when God had created man he had indeed made few switches to bypass the sanity and orderthat he accidentally bestowed upon his creation......girls.....cigerettes....and food.....so here I am.....the God's Mr.Hyde devouring with pre-historic orgy the fat wings of the unfortunatebird and all I could do after thirty minutes of sonorous munching and a number of belches and burps is to flop down upon the mattress with a cigerette and cola and moan about the non-congruency that always seem to haunt my life with satified diffidence......But then getting wasted is not all that bad.....

To all those people who enjoy the thrill of going out with their coquettish fair ones into some theatreshoping to see some desparados of distant lands.......let me play sad role of the stoic spoilt sport and be the preacher that you might as well spent the decent evening that somehow continues getting shorterin the frickely life of yours in a dinghy blues pub with nostalgic lights and monotonic sound......for theworld as it is.....is full of forgery........and you actually pay a day's salary to get conned out of your'wits' as you gloat with the foolish smirk that you have indeed won the heart of the one you think you 'court'.....a three hundred rupees bus ride to see things which you know are false.........in a stark sunny afternoon....."how'bout that?".......the highway you saw in the movie that steps into the rosy fantasy of yours is actuallya street which is no longer than that which leads you from your house to the landlord's.......the rain drenched streetsof London that makes you hate the seedy lane by your window....the pawn shop....the pan shop.......hell even the local grocery are no more than few cardboard structures strutted along together with the same stuff that you used in your tenth standard art project.....all staring with their deceptively genuine smile that so populates what is popularly called the 'film city'......but do not think that I am actually doing the jobof advertising it.....for conned as we were.......there was no complimentary lunch.......and if you do not have the sudden urge of exploring the wicked world of forgery....all you can get out this place is few hoursof a sleek bus ride.....with a lady 'guide' who is not even close of being pretty.......couple of almost obscenesequence by a local college dance group.....a humongous croud comprising aged crones of sixty as well as pimply youth of nine lumbering with apparent confusion around the stupid frolic of the 'merry-go-round' with 'jingle bells'being played in the background,a scary house that was funny and a lot of sun..........so all you could do was to mingle yourself in the populationof the conned and foolishly try to infer the whole sanity behind this act of paying to get duped.....

The Rat and the Cheese....

Well....call this an exhibition of sheer juvenile showmanship......but then I guess for a rat residing all his life in the dark alleys of dilapidated by-lanes having rows of garbage bins topped bypeels of the full fraternity of biological life,a decent crumb of fresh cheese is indeed a luxury.....so all the sections of the community who believe in quality and honest quality for that matter.....let theyrot in some place where the sun never shines.........for throughout my life which I believe has seen a lotof rather elongated sighs and diffident stares,quality usually comes at a price........infact quite high price.... so I had always selected the easier way.....ie the way which gives me the pleasure without actually indulging into the rather painful habit of dishing out wades of cash..........so when this evening I finally registerd my shuffle...with a rather eloquent surge of adrenaline, it suddenly occured to me that for the first time that there are infactsome harmonics that always manage to escape the fat ears of mine....and that I somehow gathered up the guts to be theprodigal son and attempted to harness some of them........