Semester 3 Chronicles

Christmas does make you do weird things.I just did something which I have been stopping myself from doing for the past..well..approx.....2 years and 2 months.
Also Look! a mysterious absence of laziness has driven me back to this dashboard for this long overdue post.
I hope the last semester does not turn out to be my best ever in IIT.(in the same way I hope that my 2nd semester was the worst I'll have to face).It was so fast paced that I cant even remember all the eventful moments, and Im sure my summary wont even come close in covering it up to an appropriate extent.

Academics :Linear Programing was a strategic folly,but I'm more or less satisfied with the overall performance.(or maybe so does it feel after the torturous 2nd semester).All the professors were good,and the coursework was interesting.

Quizzing:Aah! This was probably the thing that turned the semester from good to 'wonderful'. I had suspected I might meet with some success in 2nd year,but I didnt know it would come so fast. It all started with a surprise-completely out of the blue- victory as wildcards in the Movie Quiz.Then 2 consecutive wins in QC comps as rep.Then Rendezvous happened,and then Antaragani,and then there was no stopping. I timed my entry in the Hostel Team to perfection as we recovered from a disappointing 4th from the previous event to another win.
The regular Quizzing time-pass with pradeep and gainda were also great fun,as were the Kutub Quiz meets.If this sounds like any self-praising kind of thing,it is because it is my journal ! :)

Swiss music: I needed to write abt it else I would have surely forgotten it. "You need to listen to some cool music to relieve the mind of exam stress" said pradeep- an example of his "so-pathetic-that-it-might-just-work" attempt of convincing me (to join him for the music event) As is usually the case with following impulsive behaviour just before exams,it turned out to be a joyous moment..made memorable by a certain ...Leia Eymann...

Rendezvous: I was surprised that almost everybody found this year cult fest a letdown.
My (attractive?) quizzing secy did bug me a lot,but it didnt stop me from having a great time.
On the contrary,I developed quiet a liking of watching her shout.
Missing out on qualification by .5 marks or starred question did cause a lot of -"Shit I was so close" moments,but the finishing 3rd in Sphinx and a nice Fantasy quiz event with pradeep made up for it.Hitting the last question Connect in Sphinx and rising from 6th to 3rd was my definitive moment of Rendezvous.


Antaragini: As the semester threatened to turn dull after the Rendezvous blizzard(which probably happens every year),I found an escape route to Kanpur. Playing Poker all night with Kumaon seniors,and qualifying for all events except the Sports Quiz and Bolly quiz(thankfully!) made it a better experience than Rendezvous...
(aaah! Sports Quiz hurts....so close..I told 'em teammates to write Clijsters and Burnley and cudnt remem. Fiorentino Perez and Paarko.As it turned out,Aritra also had a similar experience and had his own bloopers,and we missed by 1 mark)
Plus theres an added sence of pride and pleasure when you are representing your college somewhere else.Hats off to Avinash Mudaliar for conducting some beautiful quizzes...
(I'd always remember Et tu Brute and Alfred and Irene Adler !)

The adorable Professor: I dont know in what words to describe my liking of Angelie Maam.When Abhinav said shes just overhyped and is prejudiced etc..I felt like blurting out a bunch of swear words.
Her's was the class I looked forward to all week,rarely missed it on purpose(just once maybe)
.uff...I still cant describe it...The class was just...cool. The way she communicated with students, her extremely friendly way of conducting the tuts etc etc.
I'll never be able to describe it. Maybe after a couple of more courses under her.

Algebra: Well Linear Algebra was a surprisingly smooth ride.Actually the surprising part was I was scoring more than others without studying..and trust me..thats an awesome feeling.Though I still am amused the way I messed up my majors.Modern Algebra was a beautiful subject.
and well..even though those guys think that my Algebra project was not worth a KVPY scholarship,it was a different experience.

Swine Flu Mania: Ha..I dont remember that time much,as it was very early.Though living with parents in the guest house was VERY comfortable,it really hampered my grades.As it turned out I dint really have it,and by a striking coincidence which may appear very suspicious to the public,I came out of illness as soon my test results came out to be negative.

Movie of the Semester : The Sound of Music (last semester's was Star Wars )
Music of the Semester: Western Classicals
Book of the sem: Well...surely there were better books and more acclaimed writers ..but Harry Potter has always been my weakness.
Semester grade: 7.18

Other Notable memories: Optimization TA(lol), T(r)unkush, EEP,2012,Rock Night! , Maths magazine and last but DEFINITELY not the least- Bhattappa and Billi Studappa


I'm sure I've missed many many things,and I'll update this post as they come to my mind.

Confessions of a Swine Flu suspect

Oh my simple cold and cough,
I request thee- leave me alone
For People have been ringing the alarm bells
They mistake thee for something else!

They say you hath something to do with swines
They say its dangerous and contagious
The public places-they say I cannot explore
But I know you're just common cold and nothing more!

Aah! my poor Throat!
your attention deficit syndrome -I understand
But that doesnt mean you go so Sore
Canst you see its causing an uproar?

and you---my nose?
This was not expected of you
Either you leak creepy fluids- or set up a blockade
Such extreme behaviour! Why have you betrayed?

Fear turns even the staunchest of atheist -
into believers firm
Help me Jesus,Allah -my Lord Dear
I'm just an agnostic-and one not so sincere!

Sine of Madness II

An astronomer, a physicist and a mathematician are on a train in Scotland.
The astronomer looks out of the window, sees a black sheep standing in a field, and remarks, "How odd. Scottish sheep are black."
"No, no, no!" says the physicist. "Only some Scottish sheep are black."
The mathematician rolls his eyes at his companions' muddled thinking and says, "In Scotland, there is at least one sheep, at least one side of which is black."

'Can I have a look at Uranus, too, Lavender?'

Finally I'll have a semester in which more than half of the courses are of my interest. Electromagnetics, Linear Algebra, Discrete Mathematical Structures(Mathematical Logic and all) , Linear Programming, and the best- Contemporary Fiction. And this Fiction Course requires us to read Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban! So my plans and attempts at forgetting HP (so that I can enjoy it all over again after a few years) have failed. I'll have to reimmerse myself into that world this year only. Yippee!!!!
P.S: Harry Potter critics- Keep away your disparagin eyes from this post,and try to keep your disapproving comments to yourself.

Dhan Te Nan!

"Aaja Aaja dil Nichode..
Raat ki Matki tode
koi good luck nikale..
aaj ghulak to fode"

Can a song lyrics get stupider than that?

Yes it can,when it comes to Bollywood! Somehow I wonder what would have happened to my soul had I been a hardcore Bollywood fan.


Meanwhile,I'll be leaving for Delhi in 6 hours.Its early yes,but I have some shopping to do.

Misunderstood Matters

Sometimes for doing a noble deed you have to 'act' selfish. People clash, interfere and try to replace your vision for the deed with their own. They manipulate,change and in most cases stop everything altogether. and Then the only way to get the work done is portray your actions as being done for self interest,rather than for the general good.
Everyone wants to be part of a noble deed,even if they in some way, hinder it .But no one wants to interfere with the work of a selfish man unless they themselves feel threatened.

On the other side of the coin,what most people do is disguise their self interest as a noble deed for the general good. There is a thin line between these two, which is difficult for other people to see.

Intricate..........but in my life,I have taken the bitter pill.

Breaking the Fourth Wall

I was reading my last year's posts a while back.And I noticed that my writing style has surely changed...for the worse.I noticed that I was a lot frank and light hearted back then...and writing was a lot easier.
or Is it that I myself has changed over the year? I dont think so...But I do feel the increased number of readers of my blog has affected me ,my ideas and what I decide to publish.Somehow the words I publish do not convey the feeling I want to convey(thats what I felt reading a recent article I wrote on girls). So I have decided on NOT publishing stuff for a while and just saving them..and then publishing it later.That way I wont be conscious of the reader's gaze while writing anything and I will live freely again.
Another thing I have noticed is the lines I write without thinking anything are the most original and describe my feelings in the most honest way,and when I keep editing something in pursuit of a better english or better reading experience for a viewer ,my original thoughts get corrupted in the process.
So..well..thats it I guess.

Sine of Madness

A physicist, a biologist and a mathematician are sitting in a street café watching people entering and leaving the house on the other side of the street. First they see two people entering the house. Time passes. After a while they notice three people leaving the house. The physicist says, "The measurement wasn't accurate."
The biologist says, "They must have reproduced."
The mathematician says, "If one more person enters the house then it will be empty."

Some Holiday moments

Parents are funny....

"This looks like a bank statement.Credits earned etc.. What the hell is it?"
My Dad , while looking at my Semester II grade card.


"Skying Flew/Bird's Fly/ THE Sklew"
Names given by Mom to the new pandemic gripping the world.

"You should really be able to identify edible plants .Like in college, you should easily be able to spot a tulsi plant in front of like say,the law department."
Dad lecturing. After recovering from my bafflement , I sarcastically asked "Law department in IIT?"

"To make an impression in front of your juniors ,always have a first aid kit ready with you."
Maybe Bhatta and Sahil Singla would be the coolest ones next years, acc. to Dad. ;)

Others:

"Sundar bhaiya, 50 Rupiye de do. JINGER khana hai"
A beggar in front of KFC to my utter disbelief. India is for sure getting westernized.

Friends:

"This is so Bollywood"
Tarasha, on for a short vacation, who watched Slumdog in US and US based Kambakkht Ishq here.Its a pity I wasnt able to convince her to watch 'New York'.

"I would love to meet those dumb blondes"
Me to Tarasha.She did come across the Dumb blondes, American Dudes, Geeky Asians,and Cool Niggas out there.

Cricket:

If a three-year-old is bowling me out, it's time to move over.
Michael Vaughan read the retirement signals loud and clear when his son Archie knocked out his off stump in the garden

Chronicles of Two Dreaming Eyes

Long long back- My parents are trying to make me sleep.Lights are off.Dad on one side,and mom on the other. But I wont be so easily pacified. After all,how can I take those beaches and trees and dreams of far-off lands out of my mind.and I hadn't really asked Daddy for anything much up till now..I am unrelenting..I want to go to Goa..AND I wont sleep unless I am promised that we'll go there next summer.
Dad promises and I sleep peacefully-Same story goes on for nights...

Weeks later,we are on board a train off to Bombay(as it was then) and Goa.

Class 8 -I have grown up,but the bed hasn't,so I am sleeping alone. Dreaming of Cardcaptors.That melodious opening theme(or the mere memory of it) is running through my mind, almost like a soundtrack.I wake up. Suddenly the reality dawns on me.There is no Cardcaptors now, no Dragon Ball Z.I probably wont get to watch them again. Pathetic shows now infest Cartoon Network.
Tears roll down my cheek. I make a silent promise to myself that I will earn lots of money and buy off CN.

Years later,I am downloading episodes of Dragon Ball Z from internet,illegally.


Class 10-Spotlights are on.I am in the centre of ESPN School Quiz. Somehow it is my day. Harsha Bhogle is asking questions to which Only I know the asnswers to.People are applauding. I wake up.Its dawn.
But the reality doesnt dawn on me right then.A few mins pass,I get up.I Promise myself that this year I will go to the quiz well prepared and win many episodes. I make up imaginary quiz circumstances in which I hit the 20 pointer in the end and get the "Hero of the day" award.
But as the memory of my last year's painful 1st round exit comes to haunt me,tears roll down my cheek.My fists are clenched.

ESPN School quiz never happened that year.



Class 11- I am dreaming , of a girl I like at tution.Unaware,I am smiling in my sleep.As I wake up, the smile persists. I just couldn't get her out of my head.I know where I am headed....

Class 12 after exams-A snow white face is approaching me in a bus.Even though everything is hazy and blurry, I just know who she is. She was the same girl I had dreamed of a year back.She was the same girl who I had just broken up with (or rather,as I would painfully admit,who had just broken up with me).
She comes up to me, holds my hand, says Shes sorry .I say I'm sorry.I just cant believe she came up to me. We decide to start over.My happiness knows no bound.I am leaping with joy.
This time the tears are already there when the reality dawns. The realization amplifies the waterworks.
It was just a dream.Like many of those previous dreams. Why !
Right then, I hate myself.I wish it wasnt just a dream.

After more than a year,She Who Must Not Be Named still visits my dreams,though a lot less frequently.


A few weeks back - I have been practicing it. Suddenly, one day, I achieve what I have been trying to do. I rise a few feet in air,with my hands flapping vigorously. I am flying."This must be a dream" I whisper to myself. After all, I had dreamed of flying many times before. I slap myself.
NO this wasn't just a dream.I try rising higher,but fail. After a few hours I go to insti rooftop, where a volleyball match is going on Himadri vs Kailash. I flap my hands.I rise higher than before ,but fall awkwardly.I need to practice this.I put myself on show during Rendevous,where people dismiss it as a magic trick.
After what seemed like days,I wake up.No tears.I say"shit".It was again a dream.

I have had 4-5 dreams about flying,but none felt as realistic as this.


A few days ago- I am arguing with my unrecognizable-in-reality friend. About GOD. I look out of the window. I surmise that if God exists, he will show itself to me that very moment. Suddenly I see something through the window.Then it disappears. I look harder- AND THEN....I am thrown over by the shock. I saw two monumental images of GOD-like people hanging in mid air.I was not able to look at that for more than a second.The view totally overpowers me.I am running out of breath.I hide behind the curtain. I ask my friend to look outside the window. He says he sees nothing. I beg him to look harder. He gasps and says-OH!
I wake up. I think about the dream."Shit Happened" ,I tell myself. What do I do now? Do I start believing? I saw GOD in my dream. The rationalist in me says that it happened because the ongoing discussions about God in my blog.Then I thought about my other dreams I had in my life--they were after all, just dreams.I never got to participate in ESPN school quiz again, the girl never came back to me, I have never known to fly,and I will definitely not buy CN. I think that I should not create much fuss about GOD.It doesnt really matter if he exists or not.

Dreams are fascinating.I love them and hate them, at the same time.
Its mindboggling how ,immediately after the dream you reckon what you saw was very interesting, and it seems awfully stupid after getting back to senses.
I dream a lot. My friends say its because I think too much.Maybe so.

There are a lot of interesting quotes about dreams like:
"Dream is not what you see when you sleep…It’s the thing which does not let you sleep"

I am not talking about being philosophical here,just being practical.
Do they mean anything? Should I react to them? Would I be a fanatic If I ...for instance....get inspired about my flight dream and start doing something about it. Believing that I can really fly someday?or Start believing in GOD because of it?

I believe though dreams dont mean anything ,we can add meaning to them.Take them as a source for inspiration. Dreams as such are just a form of our imagination.
If they are nightmares, then just ignore them.
Also,I believe that Humans can fly someday.Maybe as a result of evolution.maybe just as a newly learned art.Just like swimming.and I wish I have something to do about it.

Of Green Grasses and Tennis Lasses

Its the home of the most touching of rags to riches stories, most enthralling upsets,overnight stardom, path to Tennis greatness and its called -Wimbledon, and its here!

The season is on again. Official films, Off court interviews, and Historical matches are once again on top of my priorities when I switch on the TV, and being as vellah as I am, I do it very often.



Here are the tennis players I've admired the most over the years:

Men:

1. Goran Ivanisevic
2. Gustavo Kuerten
3. Guillermo Coria
4. Rafael Nadal

Women:

1. Justine Henin Hardenne
2. Martina Navratilova
3. Martina Hingis
4. Gabriela Sabatini
5. Gigi Fernandez
6. Jana Novotna
7. Ana Ivanovic
8. Nathalie Dechy

Obviously,the lists are biased because of my personal tendencies to favour the underdogs,dark horses,so-close-yet-so-far stories,and last but not the least, on the women's looks.


This year also ,even though Nadal is out,I'll be supporting a bunch of young players that I reckon will do well:

• Sorana Cirstea(up against Mirza)
• Agnieszka Radwanska
  
• Juan Martin Del Potro

(Out of Context,but still notable- Wimbledon ,starring Kirsten Dunst and Paul Bettany, is the best sports based movie I've seen.)

Humans and their Strange ways

There are many customs and ways of people that bemuse me.
For instance, why do people deposit flowers when they visit the graveyard? If only,had they bothered to gift flowers to their loved ones while they were still alive,this world would have been a lot better place.

I would rather have dead flowers while I am breathing than breathing flowers while I am not.

Things that made Semester 2 meaningful

(In random order)

1.Politics and Seniors: A very emotional experience at that time.Looking back,it was a great learning curve,and easily made up for the interactions I missed with seniors due to lack of ragging.(Even though I had many more interactions than most of my batchmates)..and it made the farewell all the more meaningful to me.
Good or bad,they were colorful personalities I'll surely miss.Also the Football seniors and their valuable ,or rather,invaluable advice.

2.Star Wars and Queen Amidala: 6 Star War movies in a short span will no doubt influence even the most unfeeling, unresponsive, unconcerned of viewers.The Jedi-Sith philosophy is very applicable to real life,and I could straight away relate to Anakin Skywalker.Natalie Portman as Queen Amidala totally took over my mind , until I slowly recovered from the Star Wars fever.The order in which I watched them was 1,2,4,5,6,3...and the last movie was a masterpiece. A fitting ending to my journey in the Star Wars universe.

3.Professor Tripathi: Well I admired him for his maths right from the RMO camp, because I had not seen anyone 'that' good at Maths uptil then.He turned out to be my course advisor,and in an ironic twist of fate,The Quizzing Club President. After all this,the allotment of his course in this semester came as another pleasant surprise.
Even though he has his critics among many Mac Guys including me,I am still under the influence of his injections of Inspirational stories.The Stic Dinner was probably the most invigorating of Sem 2 experiences. I hope I continue to stumble upon him in the remaining part of my IIT life.(or maybe even afterwards).

4.Professor R.Chatterjee:
Though altogether different from Prof. Tripathi, she did what any prof. in the world would have had a tough time doing- made my life in Quantum Mechanics easier. Her insights on the PHP lab practicals was something that really kept my interest going on ,though at the same time inviting accusations by fellow batchmates of buttering and that I liked her only because she favoured me.Maybe it was similar to a self fulfilling prophecy,she expected me to do well,so I kept my interest going in her subjects as I didnt want to let her down.
Thumbs up for her broad-mindedness and interactive nature.


5.Andrew Lloyd Webber: Though I didnt mention this to anyone.This composer literally added a soundtrack to my life. Whenever I was all alone,in R2 or cycling to the Insti..or Library..I would put on his marvelous instrumental music.

6.Quizzing:There was more to quizzing than our hot attractive QC Secy.All the quizzing work I had been doing got official status,and I can feel That after a year,I have gone a level up.I even got selected as a wild card in a Comp and went as far as last 8!
Many things to look forward to next year!{Hopefully they would not involve me and Kshitij blowing up balloons and sticking in invitation cards in them. ;) }

7.Badminton and Basketball:Semester-2 witnessed an increase of Badminton Night outs,mostly with Vipul and Rohan.and I even managed to beat Vipul twice or thrice.Now,mocking him is almost as fun as playing.
With the election of Kshitij as Basketball captain,we made some errands to the Basky Court.Once we even beat a team of outsiders 4 on 4: ME,Kshitij,Raghu,Vipul.

8.Humanities: Hmmm not so much...But Still it showed me a side of IITD I longed for: Art,and Things other than just application-based science.


P.S : Some persons/incidents I might have missed.

The Elixir of Rebellion

Do you ever get a feeling that you're not in control of your own life? That your body is acting on its own and you're just watching and commenting from the outside?What would you do if you've not grown into the person you always wanted yourself to be? Would you continue living the life other's want to you to live? Continue feeling numb?


When we possess the heart of a child,
Life is fluid,this world a dream
Our imagination is runnning wild
blood full of passion-eyes agleam.

Powerful are intuitions,instincts strong
Its life's most beautiful stage
A child's innocence- we know no wrong
But Alas! This society is nothing but a cage.

We never repelled and rebelled,
followed obtusely what they taught at the schools
Gone is the power we as young ones held
For now we are chained by the rules.

By logic and principles,we are bound and gagged.
Abandoned our dreams,abandoned our souls
Under pressure,we lagged and sagged,
blinded by short term goals.

To everyone,I have only this message to give,
Rise from the ashes , save yourself from the drown-
Live the life you always wanted to live
and Break down the rules before the rules break you down!

So remember - your life is a priceless gem
Dont let it follow blindly what the so called "wise men" teach
But also be warned- For I am one of them ,
and I dont practice what I preach!


P.S:

Go on! Live a life.Take risks.Mess the unmessed. Ramble arbitly!
Make theories clever and wise,
on whatever arbit things you like...even if they are mice!
(Dedication to all those MaC blog writers out there)

A God's workshop in an Idle mind...Part II

I recently payed a visit to the local temple,at my dad's request.Its probably been a year or so since I last went there.I tried to resist, but again I found myself talking to myself .

Me: Hello .I am here again.Well I am not going to argue if you exist or not, lets just assume you do.

Hanuman's idol: --------------------(blank)

I stand there for the next few mins ,being all spiritual and mystical.and then moved on..

Krishna's idol:Hello there.

Me:Hi...Er...I dont want to look selfish and all,but I'm gonna do what everyone does in a temple.(Except some nut cases,ofcourse).
I have a few wishes.

Krishna's idol: *Sighs .I am not a Jinn!*

(I just made this up.Well statues dont sigh,but thats what I imagine it would have done had it been able to .)

Me:Ok.I have heard stories in which you grant wishes,lets clear up some things.

• Either people dont get what they actually want because of you outwitting them on what they asked for OR
  
• They are never satisfied with that wish and die unsatisfied and unhapy OR
• You fulfill their wishes but in the end they realise that its all moh-maya.
• Also some people try to be clever,and ask for the famous paradoxical wish that everything they wish for comes true.AND then their life goes on to follow a trajectory similar to the movie Bruce Almighty.
• Some people anger you with their wishes,and instead get cursed.
• Some phonies declare that they dont need anything and are satisfied with what they have,and in the end ...dont get anything .
  

So...to be precise...I dont want my wishes to be limited by the fact that I am only human,and can make mistakes,and dont have a deep philosophically understanding of the universe as you do.
So lets just say,since you're a god, you go deep into my mind,see what I want to be happy and what I really need, and fulfill it as much as your powers allow you to.(no offence)

Somehow ,the LORD (or the idol) seemed to gape at me with wide eyes,baffled look.


Me: Ok now I really need to move on.I dont want to be partial,because else I might have to face the wrath of the Other LORDS out there.(Forgive me for thinking so, because as it might be the case- GOD IS ONE. and even if you are not one..I mean you all are not one...you are supposed to be very broad-minded.Such fears are,in part,promoted by games like Caesar 3 and Age of Mythology)

Moving on...
With Lord(ess?) Saraswati up next..

Me:Hey.So you are the goddess of knowledge and arts.So..uhmm I should ask for something academic and intellectual.

Somehow,the statue seemed to narrow its eyes,to give that saracastic look girls often give.

Me:Oh dont be offended. See I am not a bad kid.I well...follow the general ethics..being helpful ,spiritual and all.Its just that I am more than often involved in the moral religious dilemma of believing in you or not.So I here(me here) may seem derogatory.In any case,as i said,I am a good kid.
So....well....I am wishing for somethings here...and just have a chat with lord Krishna before taking any further action.Ofcourse,it would be very comfortable for me if you are one and the same.(But very awkward for you!)


********Confidential wishes**************

Next...Shiva the Destroyer.

Me:Well... Er... Dont destroy me.




P.S:

1. I sincerely apologise to anyone who is hurt by this post,and I want to make it clear that I dont really mean the apology.
2. This actually happened with me in the temple.Though it is slighly overblown and exagerrated.
3. I felt really calm and peaceful in the temple,though I wanted to resist thinking all these wierd thoughts.
4. I feel that this turns out to be a nice satire on the concept of God ,which , when put alongside the beliefs propounded by the believers (like God is one,impartial etc.), is self contradictory.
5. No offence god.I do really believe in you.You are great! (I dont really believe,but why take the risk?)
6. Oh shit If gods read this,then I am going to HELL!
7. It would be nice of you all to drop a comment,I really want to see the general opinion.
   

Some Bollywood notes

Mom got this new bollywood fever from my sister. Everytime she turns up in the room,I am forced to turn to channels like MTV, 9XM , Channel V etc. etc. at her behest. Meanwhile I cant help but notice that Bollywood songs are getting stupider than ever.

• There are songs which keep on repeating some phonetically ugly words ,which I doubt even the actors involved understand. Theres "Nagada nagada nagada....and so on", "Marjaani marjaani. marjaani....something something" ;" Mauja hi mauja" etc etc.
  
• Then theres this unbelievably lame song made out of "Jack and Jill went up the hill".
• "Love mera hit hit" is so gross ..so gross...that you almost want to watch it again to appreciate how bad deepika padukone and shahrukh look in it.
• Akshay Kumar looks awful as a surd.My hands automatically crawl towards my hair and start pulling them apart at the sight of all those surds dancing in "Singh is King".
• Katrina Kaif amazes me how she has got so many fans among my friends. She looks total fake in all the acting or dancing acts I've seen her.

Though after about half an hour of pleading and hair pulling, and some other tactics that I employ,my mom allows me to change the channel by saying " Evn I didnt like these songs earlier.You have to listen again and again to get used to them."(I hope that time never comes.)

P.S: I absolutely love Sonam Kapoor's dance gigs in Delhi 6.

An Ode to a Loser

When ..
You're down and out
You're losing every bout
Your every surety is fazed by a doubt
Every victory is replaced by a rout,

Then just consider this thought, my friend
which...I'll tell you in the end.

When..
You're losing every battle you ever fought
You're missing your every shot.
You feel like you're losing the plot
Not being able to confront life's onslaught,


Then just consider this thought, my friend
which...I'll tell you in the end.


When ...
In every exam,you fail
Suffering losses on a massive scale
Your life is a tragic tale
And no one is there to hear your wail,

Then just consider this thought, my friend
which...I'll tell you in the end.


When...
You're getting betrayed by your closest mate
You're in a miserable state
You're left with no answer to life's debate
'Loser' is the sole word written in your fate,


Then just consider this thought, my friend
which...I'll tell you in the end.

When...
You are going through a tough phase
Not keeping up with life's pace
You're losing every race
Double faulting when you should have delivered an ace,
(In short, you're a hopeless case)


Then My friend, consider this thought
that about 20 years ago one day, you were the fastest sperm among the lot!




P.S:
1) I should probably say 'one night' in the last line . ;)
2) Some French Open influence in the last para.
3) Assumption,you're app. 19 years old, as I am. Make adjustments to the last line if you're not.

A moral logic question

Suppose You find a loophole in legal law (whatever that means), and commit an act which is considered morally wrong,but in such a way that it is acc. to law.
Now the country court finds the loophole, and changes the law in such a way that the loophole is taken care off, and acc. to new law the act committed by you was illegal.
Now you are caught by the police. In the court hearing you are asked to confess,if you dont confess and found guilty you will be heavily punished,and if you confess you might be pardoned to some unknown extent.



Will you confess?
and in any case Is the court wrong in punishing you?

Hats off to Douglas Adams

Not so long ago, I had written something about the watchmaker concept...While I was reading Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy,I came across this wonderful satire by Douglas Adams.

(Talking about the Babel fish,which can translate any language of the universe for its user)

“Now it is such a bizarrely improbable coincidence that anything so mindboggingly useful as the Babel fish could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as the final and clinching proof of the non-existence of God.

“The argument goes something like this: ‘I refuse to prove that I exist,’ says God, ‘for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.’

“‘But,’ says Man, ‘The Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn’t it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don’t. QED.’

“‘Oh dear,’ says God, ‘I hadn’t thought of that,’ and promptly vanished in a puff of logic.

“‘Oh, that was easy,’ says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.

Most leading theologians claim that this argument is a load of dingo’s kidneys, but that didn’t stop Oolon Colluphid making a small fortune when he used it as the central theme of his best- selling book Well That About Wraps It Up For God.

A must read for everyone !!!!

Intoxicated

Disclaimer: This work is by no means promoting or glorifying the use of alcoholic drinks.It is bad..very bad and I need not list its endless cons.

He gazed at the glass
His face grew tense
Should I hold back?, he asked himself
or Should I jump over the fence?

His will was driven by wonder...
how it feels to be drunk
So he gulped the liquid quickly
Afterall, he was no monk.

He felt good, he felt happy
His body loosened up,he was on high
He ran to tell his friends
Though he wanted to fly!

He talked loudly, He talked a lot
His friends remarked he looked like a clown.
Shocked they were -never expected this of him
"Et tu Piyush! You let us down."

But for him, it was more of an experiment
- why do people act strange after drinking whiskey,vodka or wine?
Now he knew,now he felt...and when a friend asked..
He could not even tell the equation of a straight line!

And all in all, he quenched his thirst.
Thirst not for the terribly tasting vodka,but of this feeling -
which turned the world upside down
and made the floor look like ceiling.


P.S: 1. It was just a one time thing. No more of this.

2.'Eq.of a line' thing was geeky, wasnt it? Courtesy Kshitij. (I said x+y = c or something,which wasnt that bad.)

3. When asked which of us two was drunk(me or kshitij), two colleagues confidently declared that it is Kshitij.Kudos to you two!

4.WARNING: DONT TRY THIS AT HOME.

A God's workshop in an idle mind ..part 1

God: Hi
Me: (laughing) not again..I know you dont exist.
God: Why do you say so?
Me: Because its not you..its just me thinking.
God: What makes you believe that its not me inside you..Why do you think its you talking to yourself. Maybe its me making you think what you are thinking.
Me: Stop..or I'll just go mad!!!
God: Dont worry.its me God..I'll take care of everything.
Me: Ok. Since we've arrived at a paradox at not being able to confirm if you're really god or not...why dont you do something that will make me believe.
God: Because I am god.I dont need to prove myself.Simple.You believe if you want to.
Me: Ok ! I believe you exist.happy.now what?
God: Nothing.
Me: Ok.bye
God: Look. I dont want people fight over if they believe in me or not. I just want them to live life a healthy way and let others live. I dont want them to follow different code of ethics which they call religion.I'm not for hindu or islam or christian etc.There is just one code called humanity.
Me: This is exactly what I think ! See now its confirmed its just me talking to myself and its not God!
God: But even you are God. I am in everyone.Havnt you come across the concept in which one is given an object through which he would see GOD ,and it turns out to be a mirror!?
Me: Oh no.Not THAT lame concept again! It spoils the plot of many thrilling sci-fi and philosophical stories.
God: ??? So if you ever have any argument over God with anyone,just shut him/her by this concept and be happy.
Me: I dont know if you are God or Just me going nuts,but whatever crap you are talking....it deserves to be on my blog!
God:But I am not going to shut up unless you promise to talk to me again. I am bored you see.
Me: If a promise is the only way you're gonna be quiet ,then so be it.Just shut up for now for GOD'S SAKE!

Movies Update

I've been watching a great mix of movies these days.With the advent of world movies on my TV, my sister's external HDD which has app.300 movies...and my own database of critically acclaimed movies, I've not missed any oppurtunity of
putting them to use and escaping my monotonous world .



Its 12 midnight. You are world weary.You decide to see a movie.You're loving it.The whole movie centres on the plot.Every scene of the movie builds up on the climax.but at the end of it...you're not able to understand what happened.and Then you realise that probably you didnt understand the whole movie.

Thats exactly what happened with me and Donnie Darko.But finally I was able to make sense of the climax fully(after thinking over the movie for like 10 mins!)...Its great in this respect! When was the last time you sat down with a pen and paper to undertstand a movie?
The ending is a bit sad and touchy. Jake Gyllenhaal was fabulous and the Soundtrack totally psychedelic.
A must watch for everyone..Especially those interested in psychology and philosophy of time travel.


Movie ratings:

Donnie Darko: 9.5/10

Amelie :9/10
(a beautiful French movie which has deservedly risen to imdb #44)

My Little Bride: 7/10
( a korean movie...In which a senior college student marries a 1st yearite! liked it because the beautiful relationship b/w them and the eastern culture )

The Other Boleyn Girl: 5/10
Scent of a Woman : 6/10
Priceless : 6/10 (another French movie)

One morning in Campus

It was one of those lazy mornings...when you suddenly decide to be not lazy and go out for jog. Just as any 'normal' boy from the boys hostel would , I automatically got drifted towards the girls hostel area. and Gosh..what an atmostphere do those girls live in !
Though I would love to tell any ignorant IITian guy that the girl hostel area is dirty and it stinks (to prevent any despos from rushing there every morning), the truth is it is the loveliest part of Delhi in the morning.It is Utopia.
Peacocks all over the place showing off their plumage looked amazing. (Though these were not the 'birds' I expected to see)....Then just as I stopped to look at a couple of peacocks crying/mewing(whatever) at the top of their voice from the roof of a house, another little one just went pass me.
and then ,at that very moment , something else struck me. What a game nature is playing!
If the peacocks are to girls hostel :: then what is to boys hostel ??
If the peacocks in IIT are analogous to girls, then is the analogy to boys the answer to the above question ??
I have nothing else to say.

They say a diamond is a woman's best friend. and a DOG is man's. and STILL they are the ones who complain about gender bias !!!!