Still Smelling Like Teen Spirit?

As I write this, I share my room with another fellow “human” who is yelling profanities left, right and centre while playing a Counter Strike match on our LAN. The Morons think its good to have their asses handed to them Hong Kong style once in a while by other clans of the hostel. Cause you know they aren’t exactly what one might call “professionals” at it and after some time, their idea of a good match is shooting and knifing your own teammates.

Well, I have my favourite playlist now in my ears so I can safely and whole-heartedly get back to the business of writing my final blog before I lose the much coveted “teen” status. One of the first things, nay, THE first thing that strikes me is the fact that despite turning twenty I still retain some of the qualities from my childhood. Like the fact that I always sleep on my stomach or the fact that I can use both my hands with high dexterity while eating food (a quality which is surprisingly lost when I get raped in FIFA by every Tom, Dick and Harry.) I guess everybody has some unbreakable links with their childhood. Mohit mentioning how he had fallen on his head(thus doing irrepairable damage) while he was six years old comes to mind.

Sadly though, I cannot say such a thing about my teenhood. Mainly for the fact that teenhood has been associated with every vice a person can possibly contract. You know, the articles in the newspapers that go “Teens…..”. I always used to count myself one of the odd ones (I wont use the term “lucky”, my idea of good and bad is “weird”!) as I used to read those articles, or for that matter notice the happenings around me more as a spectator rather than a fellow teen. One could attribute it to my high maturity level, I mean c’mmon who wants a piece! But also to the fact…..nope I think the “maturity level” thing is most plausible explanation.

Jokes aside, as I step into twenty-dom I will become forever a person who is expected to be serious and, like I once remarked to a friend, probably wont ever be allowed on bouncies again! Sigh!

So it is with these solemn thoughts that I enter my life as an adult.

Happy Birthday to me!

Poly ticks me off!

The term “fad” is something that has different meanings to different people. To most of the intellectuals or for that matter, pseudo-intellectuals it provides an opportunity to analyse (in a certain MR. Harsha’s words): What’s going on? To others it offers an opportunity to change themselves according to the way the world is changing.

Some of the recent fads that the author has noticed range from the trivial (like putting up “bachpan” photos on orkut after scanning them onto your comp) to the not so trivial (like people whom you had thought dumb(literally) speaking up and standing for the post of whatnot during the college elections).

Putting trivial things aside the latter is the subject of my blog today. As I write this there goes another procession by my room. A group of 5-10 people vouching for one person and trying to convince everyone why he should vote for that guy.

Let me make myself clear that I’m not against politics per se. I think politics as we see it in India is probably the most advanced system by far as compared to any other country. I mean the best that John McCain could come up with was comparing Barack Obama to Paris Hilton, who herself went on to say if left upto her she would paint the White House pink. So that really does make our politicians sound like solid nationalists when they talk about aspects other than dumb blondes and their sexcapades.

Yeah well, coming back to the topic: College politics. It came to my knowledge (and utter amazement) that some of the Morons had tried to stand up for posts. The prime example being none other than Mr. Mohit. The guy filed his nomination for the post of “Wing Councillor” ( a sort of MLA if you call the hostel a “country”). His application was rejected. The reason was (brace yourself): he had forgotten to write in his application form the wing for which he wished to be considered.

And I thought only George Bush among the politicians was dumb!

Another Moron stood for the post of Bhawan Secretary (analogous to President) but eventually backed out after he was threatened with (so they tell me in hushed voices and brace yourself again): Kidnap!

Yeah well, my brother threatening me with a broken leg when I interrupt him watching “Transformers: The Animated Series” sounds more realistic!

Anywhoo…..you might call me a deluded soul and say: The guy doesn’t know a thing about politics!

Maybe I don’t but in the immortal words of Joker I would like to ask the college politicians just one thing: “WHY SO SERIOUS?”…..you see after being this big a cynic my status message on gtalk still goes: “Down with flu….cant play poly poly! People tell me its fun!”

p.s.: “Poly” is college for politics

p.p.s: After Mohit had learnt of his rejection he had so wisely said: “Its good they rejected me! I mean what good can a person do if he cant mention his constituency in his nomination form!”

p.p.p.s: I have a sore throat and an amazon for a nose currently, hence the reference to “flu”.