Sunday, October 26, 2008

The Perverted Times

Well she looked at me (or so thought me)
and I, I could see 
That before too long 
I'd fall in love with her (or the one standing next to her) 
She wouldn't dance with another (and definitely not with Bihari Potter)
Oh, when I saw her standing there ……..

People actually looking in the mirror while combing, some skirty creatures whose faces you can’t remember because you never even bothered to see them and an optimism that is quite rare in the otherwise bleak R-land. That’s right, it is the insti’s “cultural fest”. 

The Sulk entered one of his sulkier modes and profoundly said, “This is one time of the year when I hate being a geek!” to which yours truly replied a not so profound, “I don’t know whether I am a geek!” to be hit back by nothing but a vehement confirmation. Point settled.

Now The Morons have members most of whose quanta of guts runs into negatives. (Myself, of course being the exception that in fact goes onto prove the rule. (Coxx is CLASS!)) So our idea of fun bordering on dangerous proportions was “relative grading” and even then you have people like Padhy who say they are doing this for the first time.(Hallowed be his name!!) The reptile tried to hit it off with one of his ex-schoolmates (or so he thought) until his guts came to the fore, Jugga-man tried to help him nearly resulting in the Reptile wetting himself with embarrassment. Another character informed me I was in someone’s “good books”, strike that, let her just be the maiden bowled over. (Can I get an Amen!), only to be met by rivalry from none other than Bihari Potter himself. Issue amicably resolved finally when we realised we were up against something (or rather someone) with definitely atleast double our muscle weight.

Meesa then let my hair down at the dance floor resulting in The Reptile, Jugga and the Divine Lady getting drenched in my sweat. If the Reptile is reading this, I would like to put the point across that, ah I will be blunt, he is pathetic (and not even in the funny sort of the way). Such is the gutless nature of the Morons that The Bulk, The Sulk, Bihari Potter, Padhy actually didn’t even approach the dance floor. (There was candy everywhere! Stupid people!)

The debate competition provided fun with every Tom, Dick, Harry, Sita, Gita, Rita coming to express his/her opinion. Okay but in hindsight it was as the Bihari Potter put it, “Aaj to dekha aur kya dekha! Koi kuch keh bhi nahin sakta.” (We were the judges if anyne still hasn’t fathomed it out.)

Now, here comes the real fun part. Meesa had to go to Delhi to escort The Doctor. Accompanying me on my way there was none other than (as I had later found out) the most happening RJ. Now, I wont go into the details of our sojourn across to Delhi. (Personal inquiries are always welcome!) but people were JEALOUS, and when I mentioned a “Good Bye hug!”, well you know what I mean right?

The Sulk and Sheldon Cooper have their own take on things, and were fighting over plagiarisms of each other’s blogs. See that is what is called “delusion of grandeur”. One joke later and we were all into the rock night. Doesn’t’ matter how pathetic the band, just go nuts! Entry, it turns out was closed as there were already too many people. My popularity quotient (and this time I am dead serious) came to the rescue and the people actually ushered us in. A vodka shot, some prestorika and after a half step down, I sit here typing this out!

Oh and did I mention I haven’t slept for 48 hours straight?

Yea, I thought something was amiss! It really was happening!

And yes Dela! While we were discussing Ents destroying Isengrad, I saw damsels looking at us with utter astonishment! Maybe it pays to be a geek! Howzatt Sheldon?

Saturday, October 18, 2008

They make loving fun!

I admit, I had thought of blogs on a variety of topics but like most good things, this is a stroke of inspiration. An inspiration after watching 90 minutes of magic. The magic weaved by Manchester United. Like most of their performances which keep reminding you that not much has changed at the Theatre of Dreams for the last ten years,each backheel, each overlapping run bringing the same rush to the veins.

It feels funny somehow, if you look at it from a footballing perspective, one moment you are worried Chelsea have got such a attacking new manager who could take them to further heights the upcoming season. One OT fixture later, you put that all past you! You put all competetiveness aside and just relax and ponder on that one two Berbatov played with Rooney. Diatribes against other rivals almost start seeming like lowblows. Almost unfaithful to Man Utd itself.

Why am I writing this blog NOW when I probably was born to follow Man Utd? Hmmm…..Cant say! Don’t Care!

What matters is today I saw music in the making. Let’s take it from the top:

Van Der Saar- Can’t Get close enough (Black Sabbath)

Nemanja Vidic- Simple Man (Lynyrd Skynyrd)

Rio Ferdinand- Fire(Poets of the Fall)

Nemanja Vidic & Rio Ferdinand- Brothers in Arms(Dire Straits)

Rafael Da Silva- New kid in town(Eagles)

Patrice Evra- I like Dirt(RHCP)

Darren Fletcher- Every rose has its thorn(Poison)

Ryan Giggs- Pianoman(Billy Joel)

Park Ji Sung- No fortunate son(CCR)

Christiano Ronaldo dos Santos- Master of Puppets(Metallica)

Wayne Rooney- Highway to hell(AC/DC)

Dimitar Berbatov- Time(Hootie and the Blowfish)

And the One man to rule ‘em all, One man to control ‘em all:

Sir Alex Ferguson- Stairway to heaven.

Heard a sweeter symphony anyone?

Monday, October 13, 2008

Emothundi!

“Peaceful” would definitely be the last word for my holidays. With a 75-km trek to contend with(not that I am complaining in hindsight), the concept of being “laid back” definitely took a turn on its back! Much like my walk during the whole of the trek and therebeyonds (slow as a snail, steady as a tortoise), I write this blog on some of the observations and reflections that crossed me during the past few days:

· Mohit really knows how to bluff. Trust me if you saw him pull off the tricks he did, you would stop playing cards. (and if you don’t get the double entendre of the statement, you probably have no life.)
· Dogs have a natural liking towards me. (who said likes repel?)
· When you are dehydrated and exhausted near passing out, the thought of Nicole Kidman (and glucose ofcourse) serves as a good energy booster.
· The thoughts of a 6-year old on love and relationships old are more logical than the students of IIT Roorkee.
· A whistling rendition of the “Smoke on the water” riff impreses girls.
· Going on about the differences between grunge and industrial rock doesn't.
· Amitabh Bacchan celebrated his 66th birthday.
· Sonu fell in a borewell.
· That’s it! That’s all I thought during all of the previous ten days!

Sharp brain I have, return I shall with more!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Confessions of a Nostalgic Mind

I guess its not me alone who has noticed that life has turned mundane all of a sudden. Senor Lefty went ahead and wrote a blog about it. This put me thinking (you have to realise the gravity of the situation, its not very often I “think”) on my past two years in the insti. To back it up, a trip to RJB completed the nostalgia that I had been feeling for the past week.

Seems funny, how trivial a thing such as getting a non-ghissue kid as your room-pota puts your mind at ease and the jubilation you feel when you notice your “NAHAANA SAKHT MANA HAI!” peeking out from the door of the still dilapidated cupboard. Now the song Puraani Jeans was good but then it didn’t mention “woh karna orkutting doston ke saath”.

Back to the present now, and a caught proxy brings the same chuckle it used to bring back in the first week of the first year. The mess food bring the same grimace that it used to bring back on the first day of the first year. A nine o clock starting day seems heaven when compared to an eight o’ clock starting day. Some things never change!

Some things that do change however are the following:

1) You realise cleanliness is next to Godliness. But time doesn’t permit such lavish pursuits.

2) You start giving due respect to girls. Never ogle at one for less than five minutes.

3) You realise the pathway to immortality is having a “committed” tag.

4) You use your clothes judiciously. Ab daag acche hain!

And then people like me get oppurtunities to bug people by actually having their opinion put in the college magazine!

Life is great!

p.s.- The blog was partially an attempt at coming up with meaningful sentences and partially an attempt to keep my blogger account active!