tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052224561997189522024-03-13T13:39:26.133-07:00The Biggest ConundrumSushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-49505591455285321382010-09-19T07:36:00.000-07:002010-09-19T09:09:50.372-07:00Old foe, New Hero!!<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >People ask the question, What's a RocknRolla?</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8EWXb5uvwwEFWgaKS_ojUwAlVt5S7pIG-zqAd1qLO0tifDbnsW5ARkj5Ix8RidP_98IpUwzu_T-2UqDqKKkti99yIkNN3-ua6KwCWAdr-kpLYLj6v12w5tHAABVjJQajmb-JULQPRcM/s1600/mark-strong-dimitar-berbatov-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8EWXb5uvwwEFWgaKS_ojUwAlVt5S7pIG-zqAd1qLO0tifDbnsW5ARkj5Ix8RidP_98IpUwzu_T-2UqDqKKkti99yIkNN3-ua6KwCWAdr-kpLYLj6v12w5tHAABVjJQajmb-JULQPRcM/s320/mark-strong-dimitar-berbatov-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518634162176917650" border="0" /></a><br />To be honest, I have waited to do this for a long long time. Finally, I can put it up with all the pride!!<br />So for all those who derided the person in question: Up Yours!!<br /><br /><br />To put things in perspective: no United player had scored a hat-trick against Liverpool since Stan Pearson in the late '40s!!<br /><br />Moral of the story:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >BELIEVE</span>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-82066164719859015752010-09-13T10:45:00.000-07:002010-09-23T22:06:08.109-07:00A Faith Reignited<p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><strong>Because sometimes... the truth isn't good enough. Sometimes people deserve more. Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded.-</strong> The Dark Knight</p><p class="MsoNormal">Having lived in an isolated township during most of my nascent years, a movie theatre was a novel experience for me. Indeed, the right paths were laid when the first movie I saw in a theatre was at the then dilapidated ‘Jwala Talkies, Agra’ in the form of Mithun da’s ‘Cheetah’(Awesomeness-101). And those were indeed the golden years. Who says Bollywood was at its crappiest worst in the mid 90’s!! It gave India a whole generation of people ready to spread their arms in the middle of mustard fields and idolized Akshay Kumar in his now forgotten avatar of kicking (as rumour then had it) Undertaker’s bad white ass. And a big ‘Up Yours’ to anyone who derides the music. For fuck’s sake ‘Prem ki naiyya hai raam ke bharose’ is positively constipating. So I am, maybe, ranting because of my own personal connection but what am I supposed to feel if after watching Mithun da jerk the steering wheel of the gypsy and making it fly for 5 kms,I actually thought it possible for a further 2 more years by which time I had turned eight!! And this is when people while recounting the so called horrible period, forget movies like Rangeela, Andaaz Apna Apna and Baazigar ( templates for any streetside story, comedy, thriller respectively nowadays.)</p><p class="MsoNormal">Then it all started going downhill. While Switzerland was okay for a couple of song sequences thereby reflecting the ultimate dream of having your honeymoon under those beautiful mountains, something didn’t really click when people started having whole houses and families setup there. When in 2001 Hrithik Roshan’s fatty-go-hunky in 3kg said ‘London!’ after hearing of his brother having shifted base to the said city, things had reached an all-time low. And unfortunately, more of that was to follow, right from ‘Mujhse Dosti Karoge’ to ‘I abhor Love Stories’, the production houses just about made their money back by billing huge starcasts and shooting at exotic locales. The RDB's or 3 Idiots' were interspersed here and there which had their respective reasons for success.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Meanwhile, the move watching junta had slowly and steadily divided into a variety of niche groups. The people who had entirely given up on Bollywood were hated for their noveu riche attitude whereas, the vast underbelly of the Indian population still thronged to the traditional ‘dhishum dhishum’ experiences. Until now, that is. </p><p class="MsoNormal">‘Rewind to the golden era’ should have been the tagline to Dabangg. I’ll jot down the review in the form of a notice sent out by the DOSW’s office:</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><b><u>NOTICE</u></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><b><u>General Awesomeness Observed</u></b></p><ol><li><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in">Whereas Dabangg was found guilty of objectifying women, a trend of vital importance in the history of Indian cinema.</div></li><li><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in">Whereas Dabangg had the most clichéd dialogue in the history of cinema : “Mujhse anjaane mein bahut badi galti ho gayi!”</div></li><li><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in">Whereas Dabangg restored the age-old stormtrooper effect (meaning the bad guys always miss) to its past glorious heights.</div></li><li><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in">Whereas it was found, Salman Khan through the ‘ripping by flexing’ manoeuvre had asked Hrithik to kiss his macho ass goodbye.</div></li><li><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in">Whereas the movie managed to launch another girl next door role with aplomb, while the original sultriness herself, Dimple Kapadia was used to remind audiences of what Nirupa Roy had been in her glory years. </div></li></ol><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in">As a result of aforementioned clauses, it is deemed that Dabangg has been successful in catering to the awesomeness starved audience of India. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in">Signed</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in">Chief Inspecting Officer (Department of Awesomeness)<br /></p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-71580688097551938602010-08-05T02:01:00.000-07:002010-08-05T02:02:57.009-07:00Changing LanesThe 4 years at R were memorable for a lot of reasons. Not least because after the slump of 2001-2006, United finally got their act together and silverware was the norm of the day again. Had United won last season, the term ‘Wonder Years’ would have taken a new meaning altogether. And that is why this summer has been so much the longer. Its still pretty hard to digest that there won’t be any Azad Bhawan to be our very own Stretford End and that there won’t be people around to hug when I am watching the Champs League alone in the middle of the night and United score. But then maybe, just maybe, it was slated to be when Scholes jumped 17 seconds from time and the UG TV room erupted with shouts of victory and probably the upcoming season won’t have such nerve wracking moments.<br />So, it was yesterday when after a long long time, I was finally able to sit down and watch a completed United game courtesy the newly installed net connection at our place. And yet again it struck me how Kaka, Dela, Muruth, Gulate and Bihari were conspicuous by their absence. Again during Convo perhaps!<br />The game in itself was anything but a drab friendly. It of course helps, when the opposition is just there to make up the numbers and on the other side are players ready to put in their final acts before the manger decides which compartment to put them in for atleast the first half of the season. So, it was pretty encouraging to see that almost everyone impressed. Smalling committed a few glaring errors allowing players through when a simple minded approach would have eased the pressure.<br />It was a pleasant surprise indeed to see Rooney being as sharp as he was, after what was certainly a disastrous world cup. Though having gloryboys for team-mates did indeed go a long way in his personal debacle in South Africa. It would be a tad too overoptimistic to draw definitive conclusions from a pre-season friendly, and Carrick getting injured was definitely not a sight worth seeing. If that thing keeps him out for a couple of months, that could be curtains on his career for us. Nani, also looked sharp for someone making a comeback from injury and was on the ball quite often. Park produced a peach of a finish and looked quite at home in that left flank. And then of course, there was Chicharito. Neutrals might of course take you a little less seriously if you are a 22 year old with a nickname at the back of your jersey, but its pretty hard not to be excited about this fella’s prospect. From whatever he has shown this far, he looks a complete package and all the adulation heaped upon him seems well deserved.<br />So, Chelsea have lost three pre season friendlies in a row an dof course you can add 1 to the average age of their squad which won the league last season. Liverpool are in such big trouble, even the most loyal of fans would think that a top 4 finish would be what survival will be for West ‘Yoyo’ Brom. The surge surprise this season could come from Arsenal, if, as expected, they keep Cesc. Citeh meanwhile, keep up their role of Ernst Stavro Blofeld and hilariously keep reiterating that “World Domination” is what they look for.<br />Last season wasn’t probably as good as it eventually looked. And by good, I mean the race which we managed to take to the last day. We were exposed at our weakest worst when Fletch and Carrick played at centre back and we were annihilated by Fulham and lost, albeit a bit unluckily to Villa at home. This season, though will a new ball game altogether and although there might not be group huddles to celebrate the victories this particular season, it would be nice to be reminded of them time and again.Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-61088916848628010532010-07-20T21:58:00.000-07:002010-08-05T02:07:29.876-07:00Inception in 5 DialoguesLeonardo Di Caprio: You see, mind is like a game of Mario. We can go to any level and have castles and everything and get to know and steal stuff.<br /><br />Joseph Levitt: Totally awesome! Let’s try to get Brooke Shields to marry me. Oh, who’s this chick?<br /><br />Ellen Page: I’m the woman who is always named after Greek Goddesses. Pseudo-intellectual stuff dude! But, am I supposed to be pregnant while doing all this?<br /><br />LDC: You see, pregnant is just a state of mind. You might be pregnant in a dream whereas in reality that’s just a full stomach playing games with your subconscious.<br /><br />JL: True story! Like the other day, I thought, I had totally done it with Zooey Deschanel. Then I realized, I was dreaming a sci-fi movie. You know what; we should so get a life!!<br /><br />Also, probably the film-makers didn't realise that the novel concept has already been picturised in <a href="http://thenameissushi.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-within-dreams-review.html">this cult classic</a> made by some engineering students.<br /><br />P.S.- I did give it a 10 on IMDB.Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-47432722716322562952010-02-15T02:31:00.000-08:002010-02-15T02:32:26.399-08:00Mann ka Radio....<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%">Nothing succeeds like success and nothing occupies man like some extra free time. Two cents worth, the aforementioned words maybe, but that is pretty much what life has been for the past couple odd months. Regular readers, which basically translates to people who either through Dela’s or Murtha’s rolling bloglist stumble onto my blog, might wonder what kept me busy in the ensuing period. Well first of all, there was that biggest Cattle market of them all, nicely paraphrased as ‘Placement Session’. That took its time with a lot of talk going into where, what, with whom etc etc one wants to do in life. A nice little set of events left yours truly with a couple of offers, which I might humbly add, is way beyond I deserve.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%">The next semester kicked off and the ultra low load was immediately used to full effect with a whole week bunk of classes in the form of vacationing at Uncle’s place. With 3 Idiots and Avatar providing the entertainment content and with seemingly nothing to do anywhere, life it seemed had taken a turn for the heavens. Return to R brought its share of reality bites with BTP (which incidentally, stands for Bachelor Thesis Project and not B.Tech project as I thought earlier) being talked about in covert conversations. But the overall mood among the final-yearites was quite jovial. United started to and still are playing in their top gear which was an extra cause for happiness.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%">The Krows have been quite active of late, with them being featured on the <a href="http://11krows.blogspot.com">Time cover</a> and apparently, their next big gig is on the way too. After having burst into public prominence since their blinding display at DJ Springeez, the world expects the world from them and I am willing to bet my left wing that they won’t be disappointed.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%">Two days back brought a trip to Haridwar on Maha Murphy Diwas, aptly named because the itinerary of the day included a fuel-less bus, lost items of clothing, walking a couple dozen kilometres and fighting with roadways officials.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%">There was the missing day, the day after when after a particular party high on higher elements, I seem to have forgotten how I ended up in my room in different clothes than the ones I was wearing with a little amount of (that what you do when you are nauseated) on my floor. Capping off the extended weekend was another sleepathon which meant missing another day’s classes. I HAVE to do something constructive.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%">Does this post count for something like that?<o:p></o:p></span></p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-84233320946118174202009-11-24T20:31:00.000-08:002009-11-25T07:42:22.376-08:00Remembering The Twat<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I haven’t hated myself this much in a long long time. I was sleeping when Liverppol F.C. spectacularly exited from the European Cup. That’s a sin if there ever was one. Although sadism makes a big chunk of any football follower’s life, the cockiness of the Dippers this season makes their premature (albeit thoroughly deserving) exit all the more satisfying. Having beaten us three times on a trot only to be defeated constantly by teams of considerably lower calibre, its hard to fathom where they get their attitude from.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Yes, I know the same can be said about any United supporter as well. We aren’t without faults either but since we ARE the Premier League champions, its our party. So without undue delay, I’ll get down to the purpose of this blog.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Sacking a manager is probably an art best learnt from those who are actually practising it. It is truly mind boggling to see phrases “needed to be replaced” and “truly sorry to see him gone” in the same sentence. Only yesterday did the Premier League see its first sacrificial offering in the form of Paul Hart who “needed to be replaced” and the club in question, Pompeii F.C., “were genuinely sorry to see him go.” But then being politically correct has always invited the wrath of more jobless souls like myself.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So, The Benitez is going to be sacked. Real soon. Leaving aside the ramifications of the order of 20m pounds that they will incur in the form of remuneration to The Benitez (which incidentally would be the new world record for a lump sum VRS payment to a waiter), the club directors would have a tough time giving their statement to the public and Liverpool fans in particular. Of course, none would be happier than Stevie Me who could finally pitch his proposal to once and for all be done with the name and change the name of the club to Steven Gerrard Football Club (With the new motto being, “I always walk alone”). So I thought, having given them hate from all quarters of my body, I will make that up somewhat and give them some assistance in making the public statement that would be released in the aftermath of The Benitez being sacked.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">“</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Liverpool Football Club(</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">the reader smirks at this point</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">) is truly disappointed, and we mean really disappointed that our association with Mr. Rafael Benitez couldn’t continue. We thought that in the best interests of the club and Steven Gerrard, it would be wise to relieve Rafael of his duties. (</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The smirk becomes more prominent</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">). We would always remember him for his never say die attitude in the face of so many defeats that we had under him. His tactical acumen and faith in approaches like Zonal Marking, Javier Lucas and La Nia, are a source of inspiration to all who feel they are being criticised undeservingly, sorry, deservingly. We would like to thank him on behalf of Manchester United. Their managing staff called us and asked us to convey their regards for his assistance in making them the Greatest Club in England. Finally, we thank him for his undying love towards facts. The fact that they were distorted most of the times doesn’t in any way lessen his effect on the way the game is seen and watched today by millions. We wish him all the best for the future. At this point, the club points out that, it won’t, take any responsibility for the eventual suicide </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(The reader clasps his hands together asif in prayer)</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> that The Benitez may commit. We wish him all the best for the future.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">”</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-78950021358747446102009-11-06T20:13:00.001-08:002009-11-19T12:25:38.426-08:00Kauwagiri 101<p class="MsoNormal">August 24<sup>th</sup> will be declared a global holiday soon. Apart from the fact that it would be super cool to have your birthday on such an auspicious date, I am particularly happy that that being my birthday was the precise reason that led upto the invention, nay, discovery of the concept of “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Kauwagiri”.</i> I say ‘discovery’ because <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Kauwagiri</i> is something that has waited to be discovered since time immemorial. Take the Freudian slip for example, being a phenomenon relevant to the innermost traits of a human, we are pretty sure that some Egyptian pharaoh must have mistakenly called his wife <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Nephri teri maa ki </i>instead of Nephritiri right? But the phenomenon wasn’t noticed until Mr. Freud came along and decided, in an act of staggeringly high narcissism, to name the process after himself. The same goes for a ‘<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">kauwa</i>’ and the derived verb ‘<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">kauwagiri</i>’. An example of a historic <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">kauwa</i> that immediately comes to mind is our very own Chunky Pandey during his heydays of wearing orange pants with yellow shirts, the fashion still being followed today by a particular batch-mate. RESTECPA!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">In this case the discovery took place while on a trip to Chandigarh when the bus was stuck in the middle of a traffic jam. As posterity will tell, the symbol of the city of Chandigarh went on to become the official ‘<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">kauwa</i> salute’ (the way to greet a fellow <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">kauwa</i>). As I have already given you a sneak peek as to how a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">kauwa </i>ought to look, I now will tell you what you ought to do in today’s world to be treated, respected and if you are worthy enough, worshipped as a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">kauwa.</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The Dress Code- Introduced to much fanfare on 1<sup>st</sup> November, 2009 during Thomso, the official <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">kauwa </i>fest of the world, it includes the following items: A baseball cap facing sideways (Preferable colours: Red, Fluorescent Green), a simple black sweatshirt with a catchy tagline, three-fourths trousers lose enough, shoes without socks.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Accessories- A metallic wristwatch, sunglasses (Frame color strictly red), wristband. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The demeanour- Nothing surprises you, none of the things said or done around you makes you come up with an emotional response.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The talk- Be short and subtle. Phrases to be used repetitively are “Peace man!” and “Chill!”. Remember the thumb rule, crows don’t talk loudly they are supposed to be the epitome of kewl.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Peace out guys! And remember, as is the rule to have everything represented by an emoticon, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">kauwagiri</i> offers two different emoticons for use. Use either _m/ or \m_ depending on which hand you use for the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">kauwa</i> salute.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-43265210165409928352009-09-09T08:07:00.001-07:002009-09-10T08:28:12.359-07:00Gimme Shelter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPxIZyL-0R59rcBsUGJTFoMQEXhYah5a-TVmuMEjGmOWtR5BES4Qy8YhDMIxsMEWS3VEbMRCuEQPuAl5AOQ_T7JM6BJsKbtBMPlx-lLh374R38r5AtxVhxFIKwM1lDZyq491WIWXHg1A/s1600-h/sfdsfv.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPxIZyL-0R59rcBsUGJTFoMQEXhYah5a-TVmuMEjGmOWtR5BES4Qy8YhDMIxsMEWS3VEbMRCuEQPuAl5AOQ_T7JM6BJsKbtBMPlx-lLh374R38r5AtxVhxFIKwM1lDZyq491WIWXHg1A/s320/sfdsfv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379489917309785106" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">The other day when making another one of those oft made journeys back to Jawahar, I noticed a couple of sophomores I was acquainted with having an animated discussion about something. Thought the topic of conversation was something that would arouse a passerby’s curiosity, but fourth yearites are immune to such stuff. The only thing I could think of was going back to my room and then bug the hell out of them once I got hold of them online. (Ala Murtha style). </p> <p class="MsoNormal">This begs the following question: Why would anyone like myself, who has to contend with so much work on his hands ; namely: Following Man Utd, Surfing Chickipedia, Folowing Man Utd, Surfing Chickipedia and so on and so forth, bother to take time of his busy schedule on the comp and talk to people?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The answer is that a fourth year is added to the curriculum for precisely for this reason. All the jackasses who you haven’t caught upon are talked to with renewed vigour and you have insane amount of time to yourself. Since the first three years go in teaching you that any free time is to be used as uselessly as possible, you cannot expect any fruitful activity can you? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cutting to the chase I will add that surfing Chickipedia is probably one of the better uses I have seen. You will see why in the following paras. The batch of Mechanical 2010 had taken upon itself the seemingly lightweight task of getting a T-shirt printed for themselves. That’s a combination of 56 brains plus myself who have a combined IQ in double digits (including my own this time.). And this is where the story to be recounted in this post begins. Allow me some time as I go into the depths of my Trash folder and get all the mails on that thread out.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Faltu Fact: The previous sentence was typed out in this fashion because I was reading The White Tiger yesterday. <span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now that I have done that, let me present to you some quotes from the threads, verbatim, so that the you get the real taste of the scoop and the fiasco that is the batch of Mechanical Engineers 2010.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The thread was started with much fanfare after being preluded in the class with discussions not less entertaining <span style=""> </span>themselves.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Message 1: I Suggest we should have a jersey printed for everyone with thier<br />names on thier bak. It wud be slightly costly but then i think wud b<br />gud!<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">After a couple of messages people realised that T-shirts look better if they have some awesome tagline. You know the types of: “<i style="">Fck ths sht: This is the IIT Attitutde</i>”. So 54 brains now started thinking of coming up with something equally legen-wait for it-….</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Message 6: are ye danger waka tattoo kya folky hai bhai.mast lg riya hia.<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Message 20: I go for “From screwing to manufacturing , we do it all.”<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I realised this was getting out of hand and the time saver that I am I immediately gave them something to think upon, my message being:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Message 40: kela hoga kela! bada waala!<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Needless to say, the trick backfired and the usual chaos resumed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Message 50:</i><i style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:12;" > </span>Ppl..y do we need a tagline at all..wat i am thinkni of is..justa pic in the front...danger vaali..peeche mein mechanical enginner @ iit roorkee..with mechanical engineers wo blue vaali tee jaise font mein..aur iit roorkee written with things related to mechanical..jaise i mentioned earlier..O ke liye gears...I aur T ke liye Screws and nuts..<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Some people meanwhile had heeded the penultimate message and unjoined the group. Having recently read a couple of Wodehouses, I wasn’t one of them and hence was privy to this:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Message 70: ladon aur ladon!!! end mein evrybody make u'r own design nd print u'r own tshirt.....<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">With some intellectuals chipping in as</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i></i></p><i><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Message 80: <span style=""> </span></i><i style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:12;" >hello all. well i agree with maya's opinion. the thing is,how many t-shirts r there that u might have seen with a big/main design at the back side??(not much i s'pose).and also u all must have seen the branded t-shirts which have the main design at the front side only and don't have any tagline but still looks gr8. that's wat <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:12;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">The message actually did end with “that’s wat” and in no way has been censored. Meanwhile </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:12;" >Message 85: abe wo haddi wala sign to ana hi chahiye... wo nai hoga to mech engg kaise lagega...i mean gears wagera to sab bohot hi basic si cheezzien hoti hain mech ki t shirt pe us sign mien sab kuch hai....<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> </i><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:12;" >Yours truly had had enough</span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;font-family:'Times New Roman';" >Message 95:</span>Kela hua kela!! sab aaj is khushi mein ek ek kela khaana!<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The reply was prompt<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Message 96: ABE YR " U have to risk it to get the Biscit" :P<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Things were heating up and you could sense a climax when the resident bodybuilder pumped up his online image and </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Message 117: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;font-family:'Times New Roman';" >The last post from ninja is d final design. This thread is no more open for discussion. Thank you all for your ideas and ass-istance.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:12;" >The design “agreed” upon was the image you see on the top.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:12;" >Epilogue.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:12;" >Its 0100 hrs and there is someone knocking at my door. I get up and there enters the greatest of em’ all with the following line:<i> Kya ch***** tha who sab? Hum Mech-D thode pehenenge. Abe you are supposed to be intelligent right? Tu kuch soch aur jo tu bolega wahi print hoga.</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:12;" >In the words of the batch of Electrical 2010: Mechanical, Hila ke rakh de! </span></p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-20871127683821165242009-08-22T02:58:00.000-07:002009-08-25T12:20:20.753-07:00Immortal Words<p class="MsoNormal">If there was one thing I would like to remember about my life at R, it would be, in one word, “awesomeness”. If Morpheus had it his way, awesomeness would have been like Matrix, being everywhere around us. We would eat it, breath it and even shit it! As the following verses will show, my 3 years at R haven’t failed to disappoint me in the verbal sector. Presenting to you the 10 most legendary lines that have been spoken. Lines that have and will stand the test of time:</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="">1)<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > </span></span></span><i style="">“Skills Raa Re” </i>–Senior Sunki. Although the real name of the speaker isn’t known, this statement makes it to the top on the basis of sheer orgasmic feeling the speaker went through when he saw Yayha Toure rounding a defender and slotting in a goal from an acute agle. Legen-wait for it-dary.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="">2)<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > </span></span></span><i style="">“Its Hard”</i>- Sunki (The Bulk) revealing his naughty side on being questioned about girls thereby proving once and for all that he isn’t a complete asexual but perversion is his deepest innermost trait.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="">3)<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > </span></span></span><i style="">“C’mmon man</i>! Wass going on man! You’re IIT man!”- An exasperated faculty having the most Rajasthani-fake-American accent possible on a student entering late in the class. True Story.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="">4)<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > </span></span></span><span style=""> </span><i style="">“No offence”-Mr. </i>Jugga on being offended. For example: “Jugga you’re<span style=""> </span>a jackass!”<span style=""> </span>will be replied as: “No offence!”</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="">5)<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > </span></span></span><i style="">“I agree with all my friends here”-</i>Vikash ‘calamity’ Singh during a GD being verbose and displaying remarkable talent and agreeing with both sides of the point at the same time. Genius.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="">6)<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > </span></span></span><i style="">“I wonder if a hello is the best way to begin this”-</i> Technically though not a verbatim but it was in said form when I came across it for the first time. MVRM being at his flirtatious best and writing a mail which was more of a guide to his blog mentioned <a href="http://willheevershutup.blogspot.com/">here</a> and <a href="http://willheevershutup.blogspot.com/">here too</a>.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="">7)<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > </span></span></span><i style="">“We do and we let it to do”- </i>Udaykiran Edikoju giving a highly technical definition of the difference between Forced Convection and Free Convection. The statement in question brought him full marks whereas other mortals after giving random seemingly more technical <i style="">phattas</i> were politely asked to screw themselves.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="">8)<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > </span></span></span><i style="">“Deepak humaara neta hai, sabka munh mein leta hai!</i>”- Campaign slogan for a guy named Deepak back in my first year makes this the oldest of the entries in this list. Ritu Bahuguna anyone?</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="">9)<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > </span></span></span><i style="">“Reverse reverse, torque torque, very easy, very easy!”- </i>Another enlightened faculty mocking us with his intelligence on being asked a question about ‘Reverse Torque’. The statement, later as he told us, was supposed to be the answer to the said question. Succinct.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="">10)<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;" > </span></span></span><i style="">“Ni amma”-</i> The latest entry to this list. This is the haddu slang for derogating ‘your mom’. Qualities include being extremely sweet on the ears and if spoken to a haddu bringing a smile rather than a frown to his face!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh lord, we pray to thee! Let us be good enough that we may make it to the list sometime soon. Amen! </p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-76150158768845340722009-08-05T14:36:00.000-07:002009-08-05T14:37:08.239-07:00From The Dark Snows.....<p class="MsoNormal">One of the primary reasons I found myself in an unjolly<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>mood throughout my intern was because United, after having a fairytale season lost in an inexplicable manner to Barcelona in the Champions League Final. After having watched that under a bout of the most terrible flu of my life, there definitely has to be some award on the lines of “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Survival of the shittest</i>” given to me. The do-all game, atleast for me and the performance had reminded me of the performance of ‘<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Aap Mujhe Acche Lagne Lage’ </i>at the BO.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">That was about three months ago, and yeah I forget to mention your misery has to continue when you find you lose your best player who happens to be the best in the world too and also discover that another player whom you thought to be the most committed was doing a Peter Pettigrew on you. Things certainly did look gloomy!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Crosstown rivals and competitors for the “Bastards of the Premier League” alongwith Chelsea FC, Citeh, meanwhile were scooping up players much like The Bulk. You know, when he sets his sight on something to eat, it usually ends up in his mouth. There isn’t much of an option with anyone.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">On top of that you also realise that the hallowed No.7 jersey has been awarded to a player who scored more than two hundred goals for your greatest rivals. But like I said, that was three months ago!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have just gotten over the complete annihilation of Valencia <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>CF and that’s saying so when I was just reading the blog version of its live coverage. Berbatov seems untouchable (as in the way nobody else can touch him, but ofcourse you get that!), Macheda with every game <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>screams, “Pick me gaffer!” and boy oh boy it has to be some day when you contemplate on how actually John O’ Shea is a brilliant asset for the team. Its around 10 days remaining to the start of the season and I have to admit the goosebumps haven’t been this spooky anytime during the past 10 years.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Bring it on Bitches!</p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-89605542633776900852009-08-01T07:06:00.001-07:002009-08-01T07:35:04.628-07:00Check it out this!<p class="MsoNormal">Your life in college, chronologically is much like your infatuation with movies. You start out with excitement and possibly anything that is thrown your way makes you ponder upon it. Then is the next stage wherein you tell yourself your priorities and don’t go universal. By the end of third stage you are practically a veteran and more or less have experience on your side to guide other people even if in your yonder years you had turned a nought yourself (Notice the alliteration). The current stage is what exactly would be called niche art. Precisely why that cinema is so boring, I get the hang of it now. That would pretty much describe an average fourth year in an engineering college.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Some (that would be me) would also say: Life in college, chronologically is like your taste in porn. Though it would be apt here to point out that though the argument is less politically correct, it is a more accurate analogy.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Not having a football season around too adds boredom and of course you start missing your seniors and realise that you really don’t know anyone in your own college apart from your classmates because apparently, for a junior, you are nothing more than a Basilisk. Only in this case he isn’t killed, rather propelled to the administration ready to cut your throat to return your stare. The other day I saw a fellow fourth year cajoled out of a Table Tennis table by a mere glare of “Bhaiya!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Of course, the above droning, like most of my theories comes a cropper in real life. People here, even of you aren’t acquainted with them, remain as awesome as ever. With time running out, the official guide to awesomeness “<i style="">100 Most Awesome People of the Insti You Must Meet”,</i> is being prepared. Safe here to say that mah experiences play in important part in deciding who is worth your time and who isn’t. People into super-kewl blogging have just entered the race with one blogger claiming he has a crush on a professor (the professor in question is male and so is the blogger by the way) and the other claiming he wants to kill a batchmate whenever he sees her, that in turn because he loves her.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The faculty isn’t far behind either where candidate qualities include a heavily Rajasthani fake American accent mixed with the grammar of a dog, Parseltounge and getting yourself on the coverpage of <i style="">Vogue.</i> The mere thought of meeting such fantabulous, mind blasting personalities at one go could get Paris Hilton wet with anticipation (If you catch my drift!!).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And there you are again, you really aren’t bothered about the status quo, you get out of your room and enjoy these people and your ruminations regarding each day being your last calendar day in the insti takes a back seat. The 101<sup>st</sup> seat, I must say.</p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-86679626015449409162009-07-09T04:28:00.000-07:002009-07-09T04:32:20.292-07:00KonichiwahMore than half the people who come to visit India, probably come here just to see the majestic Taj Mahal. Ofcourse they don’t realize that something more majestic happened here on 24th August,1988 but then someone did wisely ask <em>“Khaega Kela?”</em><br />The holidays couldn’t have taken a more blissful turn ever since I landed in Agra with a movie every other day. The reviews in short:<br /><em>New York</em>- Surprisingly, after listening to people go “PATHETIC!”, I found it reasonable and actually a well thought out movie.<br /><em>Kambakht Ishq</em>- Decent comedy. Kareena looks smok-wait for it-hot-wait for it-hotter. There aren’t more reasons to watch the movie for a time.<br /><em>Terminator 4</em>- Not Bad. Though I was strangely reminded of Brisingr asin the plot went forward about a couple of inches.<br /><em>Kal Kissne Dekha</em>- 200 bucks Inox ticket. Out in 20 minutes. So the movie was beyond awessome!<br />Those were the reviews about which, I am sure, all you people give two and a half hoots.<br />Coming back to my stay in Agra, the stay has been made even better by my loving aunts, one of whom is a master chef and the other one’s husband is a hotshot civil servant. So with all the innumerable contacts that have sprung in the city, I have comfortably visited places. A special no holds barred cocktail contest with a friend in the bar of “The Mughal Sheraton” must be thrown light upon. I was, of course, the loser. But you, my dear reader, are the real loser now!<br />The vacations have had their worse moments vis a vis me leaving my lappy charger in the train and then sitting on the remainder of the partnership thereby obliterating its screen. This reminds me, I have to get it fixed. Also, leaving my whole book collection in M’s extremely unreliable hands could prove to be dangerous.<br />Apart from this, I really don’t think that “catching up on me” would really do a world of good. But writing about it seemingly does me exactly that for I have to quell that insatiable thirst for writing the like of which Rowling, Woodhouse, Tolkein and Stinson all have complained about.<br />P.S. Strange style of writing due to, like I said earlier, not typing on my own comp.Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-38981603892783996902009-06-03T08:02:00.001-07:002009-06-05T09:57:21.318-07:00Guptaji de do......<p class="MsoNormal">It feels weird to type out your blog on someone else’s comp. Having not written anything for the past one month has taken its toll on me. So Jamshedpur it is for now and I have absolutely no idea how long it is going to be. The intern is phasing not in an unexpected manner though I can safely say it would be the most non-farzi part of my curriculum, past or future. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I only recently had a chance after a long time to devour on friends' blogs. The admin here sucks bigtime and they have blocked “blogspot” as a domain. So anywhoo, I found that Dela and Kaka, true to themselves haven’t made an effort, luckier though they are than me in terms of access to internet. Lefty typically wrote a classy one which said all about his emotions towards R. Rapu tried to do something on similar lines, then found he was a robot. Murtha for a change was quite unperky (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">To Murtha: Welcome to the club dude!!</i>).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So much so for a detour, getting things back to me, life here has sprung some surprises. Not always the pessimist, I choose to move on leaving the fact that some of my batchees have been given probably every comfort known to man (spacetravel included) whereas I, well to simply put it, haven’t. Though I do plan to make my time here worth by visiting all the adjoining areas. Puri, it is for the upcoming weekend.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Having M here for company is an added advantage because there are always those “GREATEST QUOTE OF ALL TIME” moments. One particular incident comes to mind when I made an extremely,well, unchauvinistic observation on a lady being examined for her heartbeat. So I told M about our equivalent when we are examined for hernia and hydrosil. M, not being remotely surprised asked whether SHE was being examined for hernia. My laughter, though having a high decibel count was instantly quietened when in a fit of joy, I hit my hand on the ceiling fan.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Wow, I am really at a loss here for words. I had thought of many things to write, but a month is a long time and frankly, United sucked in the final. That has dampened my mood a lot. I always thought going with one striker hasn’t been our strength, but Fergie is God and you trust him. Didn’t work out unfortunately, though unlike the scouse bastards, I always think the talk of “next year” never dies down for United and maybe we’ll usurp them. Knock them of their effing perch, we will.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I also wanted to write a senti blog on bidding goodbyes to all the seniors, though obviously, I am way beyond that but just as a message “You all will be remembered!”.</p><p class="MsoNormal">I put an end here for the timebeing probably knowing that it will be another long period before my portal is again lit up by my, exquisite anyone?, writing. Plans to meet Lefty in Cal still give joy and then last but not least, insti would never have seemed as welcoming as it would when I get there about 45 days from now. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Arrideverci!</p><p class="MsoNormal">P.S.-The title will be elaborated only on personal queries. Just to clear thingsup, it has nothing to do with me dwelling here.</p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-48491246774589728192009-04-26T11:12:00.000-07:002009-04-30T09:27:50.153-07:00Catch PhrasesAnd they never cease to disappoint us. The Devils were at it again! The victory over Spurs should now silence the Scousers once and for all about whatever pretences they had towards the Crown of British Football.<br />Keeping the jovial in mind and after a long long time, I’ll write again on matters pertaining to my life at R. Without any further ado or pretences of my own I present to you, the list of 10 most awesome notices as put up on Bhawan notice boards and duly taken note of by the author. Sit back and enjoy:<br /><br />1)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Notice banning playing football in a hostel</span>:<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Intimates of Ravindra Bhawan are advised to not to play footwall inside the bhawan.</span>-Undersigned by the Warden! (Tactful you think?)<br /><br />2)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Notice warning against theft threats</span>:<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Thief is all around you! You have given full authority to check any suspense person you find who has stolen something. You can lock them in bathroom too. Any person found suspensely moving in any corridor can be checked. Your safety is in your hands. </span>(WTF??)<br /><br />3)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Notice asking for some sanity in the bathrooms </span>(Pasted on a bathroom door):<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">This is bathroom! Behave as literate as you are</span>.<br /><br />4)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Notice regarding PDA</span>:<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Couples have been spotted in compromising positions at certain locations in CBRI campus. Henceforth, anyone found moving suspiciously will be punished severely.</span>- The orientation of “couples” was never revealed.<br /><br />5)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Fake death of Chief Warde</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">n</span>:<br />A photo of the warden with phool ki maala around his neck is found one morning, a day before the TS. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">It is with immense sorrow that we announce the death of Dr. XXX. To solemnly mark the occasion, the test series have been postponed indefinitely.</span>-Black humour.<br /><br />6)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Inter Bhawan Sport</span>s:<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">An inter bhawan “Poshampa Bhai Poshampa” tournament will be organised in front of the main building on the given dates. Interested candidates need not apply.<br /></span><br />7)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Mess Utensils</span>:<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Mess ke bartan jiske paas bhi hon,kripya jaldi se jaldi wapas kar dijiye………</span>and so callously written below it is……<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">”hain. Par nahin doonga!”</span><br /><br />8)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Vouge Auditions</span>:<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Do you think you have what it takes? Do you think you have what it takes? Do you think you have what it takes? Do you think you have what it takes?- Vogue auditions!!</span><br /><a href="http://thenameissushi.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-pin-ups.html"> I fell for this</a>!!<br /><br />9)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"> Pendrive lost</span>:<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I lost 4gb pendrive in library. I anyone found it, give it to me. My name is return on it.-contacts followed.</span><br /><br />10)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Prospective Mess Secretary</span>:<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Bored of stale food? Don’t worry, I will provide amlete in mess everyday and sweat will be given to you everyday! Vote for me……</span><br /><br /><br />P.S.:Lack of photographic evidence shouldn’t be translated to lack of authenticity.Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-36727120595339538962009-04-05T14:24:00.000-07:002009-04-13T18:31:03.028-07:00You'll Never Wank Alone!<p class="MsoNormal">Okay Agreed! I have spent way too much time going down south on people’s blogroll lists. All for good reason, I told myself. For indeed I had opened this MS Word “New Document” a few times only to be struck again by the thought of this just not being one of those blogging days. Lefty claims blogging gets to you and you start yearning for it. I am not there yet and one of the main reasons I can actually blog is because I see things worth writing about, not that I am even a trifle of a good writer.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Anyways, two weeks in R-land, with nothing much to boot and the TS’s approaching (they are going on!), you cannot help but get a gloomy look to yourself. Just how many people have commented “Sushi seems quiet today!”, I have lost the count of them.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Enter, Barclays Premier League. Yeah, you know what I’ll go on and on <i style="">and on </i>about. Scouse bastards had only yesterday overtaken us at the top of the table with another of their cheap “triple deflected onto the path of Stevie Me, who tries to pass it on to Fernando “frigging baster who actually believes Fat Spanish Waiter is his dad” Torres, only for the pass to be triple deflected onto Yossi “the wannabe Stevie Me” Benayoun’s path who calmly closes his eyes, and tries to hit the ball towards his own goal but the ball goes into the other one” goals in injury time. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Anywhoo…..even a hardcore fan like me thought “Another fucking goal in injury time…Man they are doing what we did in <i style="">that</i> season. This could be their year.” Fergie aka God had said his first line as Manchester United’s manager back in 1986: I want to knock Liverpool off their fucking perch.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">That being half done, all he has to do now is win another Premier league title and Manchester United will <i style="">officially</i> become the greatest club in England.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Today we witnessed how he will do it. The match was against Aston Villa. The venue: Theatre of Dreams. It’s 81 minutes into the match and we are trailing 2-1. If it continues this way, we would have succumbed to a third straight defeat for the first time in more than 8 years. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Kya ghusa pada hai aaj to buri tarike se! Ek bhi dhang ka chance nahin second half mein!</font>”, comments the Bihari Potter. Asif in reply, the man of the moment, Christiano Ronaldo conjures a magic left footer beating the keeper to the far post and we are level.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">2-2 it is after we had synced our celebrations to those happening at the Stretford End. Still, if it stays this way we fail to go top of the league. Fergie, again aka God, throws in a complete rookie, Macheda, who fresh from his hat-trick for the reserves makes his first appearance for the senior side.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">All but 17 years of age, with that look of boyhood still on him, he comes on and immediately makes an impact with a penetrating run. The clock says 90 minutes are over with us chering to the sign of “5 Minutes for injury time”. The more, the merrier. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">We simply had to win this one. This one gone and we would have done a Newcastle and Kevin “<span style="font-style: italic;">luv it</span>” Keegan.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">93<sup>rd</sup> minute: Giggsy gives the ball to Macheda.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Italics represent feelings. Feelings, which, in those split seconds are so large they can take minutes to say word for word. You practically have the whole season right infront of your eyes imagining it, pass by pass!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">No one in front of him, he’ll have to go solo. Fat chance of anything worth happening.<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Macheda takes a first touch to create a yard of space. Wrongfoots the defender.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Oh my God! He’s taking a shot…<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s a curler, goes past the hapless Freidel.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Holy shit! Its going in….this cannot be possible!<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">……..and it went in.</p><p class="MsoNormal">P.S.: My first lame attempt at an enigmatic ending.</p><p class="MsoNormal">P.P.S: Dela and Prondu, "Hard luck fellows!" To go to Bombay and give a non "<font style="font-style: italic;">kela khao</font>" performance is noteworthy enough.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-59099396671166998942009-03-19T05:49:00.000-07:002009-03-19T05:50:20.093-07:00Hot Millions<p class="MsoNormal">It has been 20 days since I last posted. A lot has happened since then. A visit, my first, to that ever so talked about land of the female residence with Dela resulted in us scribing our names on the walls adjacent to the room of some poor girl whose name we still don’t know to apologise to.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then came the Goa trip with all my batchees and that is something now so closely etched in my memory that I think I could not do it justice with my writing abilities, or lack thereof.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And of course there was yesterday. “Remember Remember the 18<sup>th</sup> of March!”, shouted an exuberant self when The Viper and Dela had done the ever envied Lit proud (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Was that sarcasm??)</i>. I had played my own part in this remarkable dance of fate bringing the two together and from then it was reflection perfection. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Taj Hotel, Chandigarh rang to the tunes of “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Ek do teen chaar…IITR IITR”</i> and with more quips coming from yours truly. People around the institute have suddenly started thinking this bunch of people who think quoting toons and movies in funny are infact useful and not entirely jobless!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I wont destroy the moment thinking too much about it…..</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Congrats Lit.</p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-6969746967592921532009-03-01T02:15:00.000-08:002009-03-02T00:39:22.715-08:00That GG Feeling.<p class="MsoNormal">I am not a winner, nor am I a perennial loser. But one thing that people generally do associate me with is my ability to solve problems. They also call me a pervert but that’s for another day. Of late I have noticed lots of things. Nicole Kidman has aged like wine, Chelsea fans have gone from being silently jealous to watching United matches howling them to lose instead of watching their own utterly “as dry as Ross’s 6 month dry streak after which he nearly proposed to his cousin” dry matches, HHH has only become hornier by the minute and of course Nicole Kidman has aged like wine. I did mention that but I cannot emphasize it enough.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Coming back to problem solving. Dan Brown before belching out page turning thrillers by the year and before assuming a demeanour meant to convey a clue to his next book with every bat of his eyelashes wrote a book under the pseudonym of a girl i.e. Danielle Brown. That book was titled “<i style="">187 ways to avoid romantically frustrated men</i>”. The book though, just a moderate success does tell you every author starts small. Every author starts by being utterly lame. Although comparing myself to Dan Brown would be a tad too harsh on the chap, I do feel I am right now at the same juncture he was then. This is going to be lameness personified. And in being lame I will solve the problem that threatens the section of mankind ranging from Sunki “Its Hard!” N to M “extremely long and I mean pain-in-the-ass long middle name” Murthy.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="">Problem: </b>Ways for romantically frustrated men (like HHH) to get a woman of their dreams or to be precise, wet dreams.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="">Solution: </b>It will only be natural to assume here that none of my prospective clients have the suaveness of a Brosnan or the ruggedness of Craig. Because, if they had either of the two they would have bonded and shaken (not stirred) their way to victory. Enough <span style=""> </span>of this chit chat. Let’s get down to business:</p> <p class="MsoNormal">1)Make sure whenever you are wooing her, you use your USP. Like for me….no there are just too many USP’s for me. Say for example, John Abraham. He uses the fact that camera cannot capture his talks and whatever he talks (his language I have been told resembles The Dark Tongue of Mordor) doesn’t get across. What does get across are those rock hard abs which you might have if you are having a dream within a dream. Oh, that’s another legendary movie reviewed <a href="http://thenameissushi.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-within-dreams-review.html">here</a>.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">2)Get the competition out of the way. Spreading rumours about your love like bad breath, bad smell although might seem ethically compromising but you sure will reap the rewards later. This particularly helps in narrowing down the number of dogs running towards that famed <i style="">bijli ka khamba</i> next lane.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">3)Get her phone number. Now, folks this is based on a true story. A guy “accidentally” calls a girl up. Says, sorry it’s a wrong number but leaves the girl intrigued enough to……Of course, you need guts to pull this off and probably if you are seriously following this post, you have an iota of them of and so we’ll continue.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">4)The ‘in thing’ as the Man Himself might have me believe is to be ultra clichéd in your approach tell her that “Every cloth that you are wearing is yours, and every cloth she is wearing is hers”. Its success shown <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0886539/">here</a>.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">5)Call her mom and tell her that you are in the world because of her (Extremely long story. No need to understand. Jut do the bloody thing!). Again follow the previous link to view its astounding success!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">6)Actually do something other than read my blog.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">7)Who are we kidding! Get some chloroform and go old school.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">**As always, the blogs are strictly the opinions of the writer. The opinions of Jennifer Aniton, Angelina Jolie, Preity Zinta and SHE might take a different view of such matter.</p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-43242286306626506812009-02-15T03:54:00.001-08:002009-02-15T22:13:43.050-08:00Some Luck Some Chance....Yesterday was when the squall of the midsems got over. Needless to say all that fist pumping at the start of the sem to finally get my act together and climb up the ghissue ladder, went down the toilet and I ended up coming up with one or two funny quotes to scribble on the desk during the middle of the exam. That notwithstanding, yesterday also happened to the day people are supposed to show some love. As Triple H so candidly puts it, “All sorts of <span style="font-style: italic;">arbi</span>t people are committed man!”<br /><br />Ofcourse, Triple H’s credibility is at stake here because he hardly talks about anyone else than a particular member of the female community. But for once, I do agree with him. (To Triple H: Don’t feel bad, I still with all my sadism intact will listen to your lame stories!) Okay back to the topic, a trip to Dehradun was put off and a trio consisting of yours truly, Sweaty Teddy and the Mallu Tanker ended up having some high fun by the canal.<br /><br />Some serious chit-chat later about committed people missing out on a lot, the so often abused "system" and committed people really missing out on a lot, the latter two went to their own <span style="font-style: italic;">parivaar</span> for some management and I decided to go Dela’s room for getting some sort of entertainment.<br /><br />After our hearts fell when we came to know we couldn’t watch MTV Roadies with the <span style="font-style: italic;">matkas</span>, we decided to catch a flick. That flick turned out to be “Luck by Chance”.<br /><br />Now, I seriously think Zoya Akhtar got the spelling wrong, mixing up the “F” that ought to be there with “L”. That, atleast would have given the movie a catchy title. I sometimes really feel that the bad movies, I mean the real bad ones are underappreciated. How can anyone know what’s good until they have watched a “Rock On!” (Wass’ Going On?) or a “A walk (definitely not) to Remember”. This movie is also one of those.<br /><br />The man of the moment, Farhan “profound dialogies” Akhtar delivers a sterling performance as an actor who cannot act. On second thoughts, this might as well have been a biopic. Farhan “profound dialogues” Akhtar <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> an actor who cannot act. Like was pointed out, he was outdone in Rock On by sheer class that was Luke Kenny. (<span style="font-style: italic;">Jiska tumour uske dimaag ka hissa ban chuka hai!</span>). The sole good looking point (apart from the fact that Farhan Akhtar would make for a very good piece of furniture in my future household), is the smok-wait for it-ing hot Isha Sharwani. With the catch being that she is shown to fall for stupid lines like, “<span style="font-style: italic;">Is kamre mein saare kapde mere hain siwaaye unke jo tumne pehen rakhein hain!</span>”<br /><br />Anywhoo, with that movie out of my system, I watched Barca uncharasterically faltering against Betis. They are a joy to watch when on song, but I do feel give them a tactical English opposition and they will fall like (hmmm…look at that) Luke Kenny when his tumour/brain explodes. Some perverted fun with Triple H later and then with a long bakar session well into the early morning, I finally called the curtains on the day at a bright time of 8 A.M.<br /><br />Merry St. Valentine’s Day everyone!Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-64658743119058196962009-02-05T13:55:00.000-08:002009-02-06T16:26:35.691-08:00Going, Going, Gone.<p class="MsoNormal">My biological clock has turned upside down since the past few days. Not something new in budding “engineers” I know, but one cannot fail to notice what a silent night (like the current one) and some memoirs can do to a person who most people would think of as having a sentimental range of a cockroach.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Today’s afternoon brought with it some excessive free time, which was ideally (and idly) whiled away at our very own Central Perk. Discussions on 'the hottest girl', The White Tiger, 'that random good looking girl on the road', insti took away the time when yours truly was summoned for some more fruitful activity.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cut to the chase. My insti is something I am extremely proud of. Whether the reverse is true, I wouldn’t know but see, even <a href="http://ancientofbore.blogspot.com/">Darth K9</a> who called the place a "shityard" at every given opportunity is feeling “<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Kabhie Khushi Kabhi Gham</span>” when it comes to bidding adieu. I particularly remember “falling in love” on that fateful night I had to go the Old Library for some formalities when I saw the lawns bathed in light, the insti clock ticking away (as it has been for the past 160 years). For a first yearite who wouldn’t have taken long to pee in his pants at the very sight of a mean looking senior, you can imagine what the feeling would have been. Harry Potter had received his Nimbus 2000.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">That was then. This is now, when this place is a shadow a glorious former self. When we see, some of the oldest parts of the institute demolished for swanky new structure, (A six storey lecture hall complex, for example.), we’re probably the only ones who cringe at this. To bystanders, it might be increasing infrastructure, to me its demolishing heritage. I make no pretences, those shabby one room quarters lined up wouldn’t have served one purpose, but they sure as hell are more to me than that complex would ever be. And that’s, in my own idiosyncrasy, when I have never even set foot inside them.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Of course, I don’t blame the administration for all this. To quote a famous cliché: “Its all politics.” Or to quote <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Loha</span>, the movie: “<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Kauwe ne liya cheel ka chumma aur cheel ne paida kiya chuhe ka baccha!</span>”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">*Analogies as you see fit.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Anyways, in whatever humble way is possible for me, I say “Goodnight!” to “those one roomed structures behind the new library!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">P.S.: I’m not drunk.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">P.P.S.: Really. You’re gonna have to trust me.</p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-77942963039255576822009-01-31T15:14:00.000-08:002009-02-02T07:18:31.122-08:00Dreams Within Dreams- The Review<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>Last night I was wondering about the fact that arts and media as we know them don’t have a legend from our generation. For example, the generation before us had Guns n Roses, before them there were the Iron Madien and Led Zep, then before them was King Presley. If we come onto movies before us people had Kubrick, before him was Hitchcock and before him was Kurosawa.</o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> Lo and behold was I wrong bigtime! Legends are present. Only if you look for them in the right places.</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was asif an answer from the Gods themselves. There are times when things hit you with such profoundness that you start believing in the supernatural. Today (earlier tonight) I mean is one such day when inspite the fact that my clock shows 0456 hours I type away as vibrant as Chutiya (Of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Gunda</span> fame and not the derogatory term you will think of), after taking those manpills of his.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“<a href="http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=IciA-Aas6Bg">Dreams within Dreams</a>” is a rebellion. Okay it’s a movie made by some college kids but I do have to sound big don’t I? It’s a rebellion against all sorts of cinema that has left entertainment to nothing but a mode of showing skin and making people dream (Pun intended.). So when you see the protagonist walking in and the camera (the same as used during benchmark ventures like "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Loha" </span>and<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> "Raam Gopal Verma ki G***d mein Aag"</span>) focussing on his shoes, you say to yourself “Hang on! This seems cliché but it certainly is making my head squirm”.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">IIT Roorkee and its environs weren’t made a better use of anytime else. And I mean that including the time when the great Upper Ganga Canal was built using nothing but engineers from our institute. So whereas you have the lush gardens of main building providing a picturesque setting for “true love”, there are the dusty parks in front of Govind Bhawan providing some much needed privacy for our hero and heroine to coodle around in.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A couple of points worth mentioning:</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="">1)<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;"> </span></span></span>“true love” above refers to a gesture wherein a female bends down and puts her arms forward in what seemingly less mature people might describe as an impressive impression of a chimpanzee.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="">2)<span style=";font-family:";font-size:7;"> </span></span></span>The costume designers deserve a big hand (literally!) as the costumes leave an indelible mark with you exclaiming “Hey! What’s the use of swanky new clothes in those SRK movies when these work fine?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So much so for the superficial aspects, lets do an in depth analysis of this masterpiece whose, last I heard, copy had been requested by the SPCA (Society for the Protection of Cruelty to Actors).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The director has outdone Kanti Shah. It wouldn’t be unjust to say that had Kubrick been alive, he would have opened his Eyes Wide Shut and eaten the brains off (again literally!) of this debutant. With what finesse has been the whole venture directed, you would be shocked to know that this movie in fact DID NOT win the Oscar for the Best film of the year. That distinction went to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Departed</span>. I mean come on, Scorsese with another of his movie having more four letter words than a Joe F Keinar rant. Leonardo Di Caprio! That kid needs a 1912 manufactured steamer to make love. Our institute surely is better than that!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">People will be going for my skin I am sure after they read this. You know Spielberg, Lucas, the jealous types who just cant stand the fact that some others can have more artistic talent than them!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So people, heed what I have written and watch this saga of romance, passion and a teacher who syncs writing on an empty blackboard. You would then have a story to tell to your grandkids.</p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-35826520127023937942009-01-27T04:22:00.000-08:002009-01-27T08:04:39.547-08:00The Beijing Diaries!<p class="MsoNormal">Lots of things have happened over the past month. The trip to Allahabad comes to mind, or to be precise, the return trip where yours truly and his companions (10 in all) were forced to spend 9 hours on two top tier berths. The Fat Rocker displayed his <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Dostana </span>feelings and was immediately shunned.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Okay I mustn't digress. </p><p class="MsoNormal">I have received a lot of flak for not writing extensively on my stay in the Capital of Dragonland. The primary reason that this post has come late is because I had stuff to do (No, really!) and this is one mammoth post to follow. So yes, the funny, the not-so-funny et al…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">****<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Italics</i> represent comments passed in Hindi so that the unsuspecting fellow Chinese didn’t understand them:</p> <p class="MsoNormal">1) We met an amiable fellow while buying some mineral water. One talk led to another and the next thing you know he was walking with us. Cynics pointed out he could be one of those thugs that the travel guidebooks warn tourists against. The group decided to dodge him by going the other way rather than going straight to the hostel. Mr. Dumbass, true to his name and in his self righteous element meanwhile was walking with the chap.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Chorus</b>: “Dumbass! We have to go this way!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Dumbass</b>: “No we don’t!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Me</b>: “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Dumbass! We are trying to bluff our way out of this character….so just shut up and follow!”<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Dumbass</b>: “ACTUALLY…I know what you guys are confused between; those two roads look exactly the same. Trust me we have to go this way (Pointing to the hostel)!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Me</b>: “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Okay that’s it! You actually don’t have any brains do you. Just follow us or trust me you’ll regret the day you were born!”<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Chorus</b>: “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Dumbass! Dumbass!”<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Senses restored, Dumbass finally decided to tag along.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">2)Bejing has an awesome nightlife, for the locals as well as tourists there are all sorts of clubs and bars for gamut of tastes. The nightclub street in question was called Hi Hao. So a taxi was hailed. Unfortunately, language isn’t that awesome and trying to communicate with a local can be as tough as drilling some sense into a Chelsea fan.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Me</b>: Hi hao!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Driver</b>: Blank look</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">ME</b>: Hi hao!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Driver</b>: “rfgjgojgfjdfkldfdlfjdfljdlfjdfljf(probably his equivalent of: You guys are the biggest jerks ever! GET OUT!)”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Me</b>: Hi Hao (Trying to Chinesize my accent)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Driver</b>: (Comprehension Dawns!) Shows a Thumbs up….Smiles weirdly!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Some Soul</span>:“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Is everyone here this big a git or are WE complete losers?”<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">20 minues later<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Driver: “sdkgdfhdskfhsfkgkdgf (probably asking us to get down)”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">We pay the driver, thank god the bill was in English (YES! Taxis there have a billing system!!)<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pretty girl comes up: “You want a lady, sir?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>30 seconds of being dumbfounded<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Chorus: “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Oh damn! Shithead dropped us at the wrong place!”<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Shouting in the distance.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Its our friends pointing to come their way.</b> As you can see, we were dropped at a very wrong place but not by much. The club street wasn’t far. Still could’ve been much worse! (Or better?)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">3)Chinese markets are extremely cheap. Especially the Palika Bazaar types, where the fakes are really good and are a real bargain. The catch is the starting price what the shopkeepers (all women, which is a very good marketing strategy) quote is sky high, so it can be a time consuming process reaching an agreement over payments. The one thing that probably everyone had to shop for handbags and ladies’ purses for all the mothers, sisters, friends, relatives et al. The solitary girl who happened to be with us was summoned to decide “What looked good?”, “What is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">in</i>?”. After sometime she vehemently <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Up yours’ed </i>us (Gayatri! This will come back to haunt you!) <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>and went on her own shopping when the questioning had gone a little overboard. Left in the shop were 5 boys, shopping for purses for the first time ever. I mean I have shopped before but who in the name of Dr. Jesus H. Coxx remembers their prices?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Anywhoo…, 10 purses were shortlisted. Now comes the fun part. The shopkeeper quoted a price so exorbidant even Bill Gates would’ve done a double take on! (It’s the drill you know…that Pallika Bazar routine.) Our first quote was a measly 10 yuan (That’s 70 Rupees) for each purse. Hmmm….in hindsight it was a mistake wasn’t it? I mean, a leather purse the size of a school bag for 70 bucks! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Needless to say the shopkeeper was pissed. She, with utmost seriousness didn’t say anything just politely said “Get out!” (This was after approximately 30 minutes of scrutininising probably each and every bag in there!). We took the cue and left. As we were leaving she actually got a little angry and whacked me on the shoulder with a picking stick!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Although I was too shell shocked to go in there again, some fellow comrades persisted and did eventually buy all those bags. All in all, the trip was as fruitful (Puma shoes Rs. 350/- anyone!) and I also came to know even shopping can be dangerous to health.</p><p class="MsoNormal">P.S. More encounters of the strange kind to follow.</p><p class="MsoNormal">P.P.S. Tosic, Fabio, Rafael, Possebon....another Golden Generation people?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-76776662861524178122009-01-22T04:31:00.000-08:002009-01-22T08:14:43.160-08:00At Someone Else's Funeral<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Voyeur (noun)</span></span></span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">: a person who gets sexual pleasure from secretly watching other people in sexual situations, or (more generally) a person who watches other people's private lives </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">There is a class of criminals, say noted police authorities all over the world, which are on the rise and sort of define the latest trend in criminology. These are the “voyeurs”. Now, of course their definition applies to those heinous activities which do not fall under the domain of what might be called “normal” (Maddu pronunciation: “Naaaaaarmal”).</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">But as yours truly really discovered today what he had been suspecting for long<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>was how there is<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>a voyeur in each one of us. Stay with me here because the circumstances will not remain this serious for long.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Just remember the last time you took sadistic pleasure in a spicy gossip. Everyone has been there done that. I always think this particular trait unlike many others but also like some others, is immune to your background or your being. Its universal.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b><span lang="EN-US">For reasons of privacy (read:mobbed), the name of the victim hasn’t been disclosed.</span></b></p> <h1><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;">One day previously:</span><br /></h1> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Professor: (Gibberish)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The Bulk: Oye Victim! Tell them about your rendezvous today!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Myself: Was that about what I think its about?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Victim: Yes, but she was just here enroute Dehradun, I met her for just some time.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b><span lang="EN-US">No prizes for guessing what this blog will be all about.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Myself: C’mmon man! You know the drill!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">*Victim doesn’t disclose anything of vital(?) interest. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-US">2 hours previously (Events occur in real time):<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Professor: (Gibberish)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The Bulk: Why isn’t the victim here?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Myself: Werent you supposed to bring him along?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The Bulk: I know but…wait I’ll call him! (Calls him)….ahaan! (Raised eyebrows, mild shock, slight understanding, mocking smile with a hint of sadism) Okay! He says he is someplace else.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Myself (putting two and two together): Can it be? That committed bastard! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The Bulk and myself then engaged in a coversation about sadism, curiosity, girls. I don’t know how books came into picture but yes they were mentioned. Meanwhile, the machine design tutorial was rotting on its own. It could wait. There were more pressing (pun intended) matters at hand. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The Bulk: That’s it! I cant wait! (Sorry Bulk, its my blog!)….(calls) Oye ass! Where are you?….(diabolical expression) …He says he’s at SP (it’s the R-land version of Saagar Ratna). Why the hell would he miss a class for SP? </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Myself: If it is what I think it is then we should so go there.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The Bulk: Totally.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Myself: Awesome. (Music in my head: “Jailhouse Rock” by Presley) </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">So the duo sets out and on the way are encountered other morons. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Chorus: Why so happy? </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">buzz……buzz…..buz……buzzzzzzzz……</span> as all are updated </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Chorus: Ohooooooooo……. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We march towards our destination, all perverted up. The victim comes from the opposite direction all smiles and with a dreamy expression accompanied by none other than the Pig himself. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Chorus: Shocking expression! (Music in my head: “Keep the faith” by Bon Jovi) </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The Pig: You think we are dumb? We boarded them off as soon as you called. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Pervert # 1: They were MORE than one? </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The Pig: Yes. (Music in my head: “The day that never comes” by Metallica) </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">14:59:57…..14:59:58…..14:59:59….15:00:00 </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">P.S.: “You’re gonna have to trust me”-Jack Bauer to random people he meets on streets! </span></p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-85646525128139305712009-01-01T06:59:00.000-08:002009-01-02T03:55:35.301-08:00So, what is shaking?<p class="MsoNormal">Well, probably by now you have been wished “Happy New Year” umpteen times, so I’ll skip over the formalities (or really?). Anyways, I find out that December is jinxed for my blog as both in Dec-07,08 have I not been able to post anything on this much revered portal. That doesn’t necessarily translate to that things are mundane. The truth you’ll find out is far from it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So yes, December. It did start off on a pretty bad note with having to tackle two end sem exams (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">You know, the usual!</span>) and then it went straight into 5<sup>th</sup> gear with preparations starting off for a trip to Dragonland. Time whizzed past by before it was 16<sup>th</sup> December (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Happy Birthday Papa!</span>) and we were on our way. Apart from Heineken and an extremely good rock Radio Channel, there isn’t much to say about the flight. (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">You just know the air hostesses aren’t upto the mark when I don’t mention them right?</span>)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And so we landed and hereon start the anecdotes. When we were told Beijing would be cold, we thought “Yeah right, colder than Roorkee? Fat chance!”. We were wrong big time. The whole time we were there, the temperature hardly reached the comfortable side of zero. Case in point being when some hot chocolate which skims off the straw, freezes before it reaches your jacket and you are able to wipe it off like biscuit wafers. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sightseeing went as planned with visits to The Great Wall, The Temple of Heaven and Tianmen Square providing tourist interests. Shopping took a new meaning with bargaining reaching new heights. And you definitely know it’s a unique incidence when you are actually smacked with a stick by a shopkeeper.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The official part of the seminar was freshening to say the least with, yours truly leading his multinational group to a victory by turning them into the Justice League ( a typical BBT moment if you will!). Also probably the first and last time my dancing was appreciated. Probably more so because people don’t know how Indian dance is done, but still it counts.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well yes, the reference is probably as Lefty put it once “Some trips are so sacred you cant put them in words!” so here I’ll cut it short leaving out some very humorous experiences at nightclubs, in conferences, in cabs, in the subway!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The return dose of desi included a hardcore hibernating session of 7 days with the sole outing out in the open being <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi</span>. Reality kicked back in earlier today when I had to painstakingly fill in 10 SAME forms during registration. Sheldon Cooper says: "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Life, thou art a heartless bitch!"</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Anyways, some great friends made, some exciting moments, some embarrassing and with a new found immunity to cold, I mark my return to the blogging world!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">P.S. Just so that Man Utd get their share of press coverage, WE ARE THE WORLD CHAMPIONS NOW! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">P.P.S. Peace out!</p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-8845636930637378172008-11-23T08:44:00.000-08:002008-12-02T02:46:56.638-08:00Tic Tic Tic......<p class="MsoNormal">When winter comes on with its full force, you aren’t left with much of venturing out unless its going half a mile to watch a Man Utd match with fellow red devils. On a much more brighter side, it gives you a chance to observe all the lovebirds coochie-cooeing in front of your eyes(HAIL IM’s) <span style=""> </span>rather than prying away in privacy if and when given a chance. A fact struck the other day: More than 50% of the people in my hostel wing i.e. my fellow batchees, are “committed”. Okay now this won’t be a <span style=""> </span>blog about the usual things that couples do when they are newly committed, Triple H took that headon and so did Lefty earlier, this would just be a series of abstracts pertaining to the psyche of the male mind towards a female especially where the big old “relationship” is involved. A word of advice for my female readers (Boy am I deluded!): Viewer discretion adviced. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The Narcissist got committed recently which sent the ripples of cupid back and forth. His own rendition of his “ek chhoti si love story” sounded clichéd enough to make a K-serial. <span style="font-style: italic;">Woh pehle takrar, phir ek doosre ko ignore maar, phir inkaar aur (inevitably) phir ikraar!</span> When asked if the legendary symptoms of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Dil ki dhadkanein tez hona?, Raaton ki neend udna?"</span> indeed happened, he replied in a negative. And yes in general, committed people just because of that tag think they are experts on relationships so as a footnote a speech on “<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">There is no such thing as a true love.</span>” was given.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The scene now shifts to the hostel canteen where it was the turn of Ninja to display his ideas (or rather the lack of them!). No sooner had he asked about the latest message and call rates doing the rounds that I understood where this was heading. Not waiting for my cue (I don’t even know MY call and sms rates!) I aked “<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Arrrrreee kaaaaaauunnn hai! Hamein bhi bata do!</span>”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“She’s already committed!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“That’s my boy! Go for her!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“No its nothing like that, I just feel that talking to girls helps you improve your communication skills!”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">(You could have heard the crickets chirping but even they were silenced by the profoundness of the statement.)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So you see, there are things more than what meet the eye! Although I admit for all my open mindedness, this is one opinion I am still having difficulty in comprehending.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Mr. Mittal rightly dubbed by B-Pot as the “torchbearer” is a cut above the rest. “I mean I don’t know…..initially I thought nothing but then yes! I think….what should I do?”. The “…..” aren’t something that I have left out for reasons of privacy or anything. These reflect the pauses (ranging from 2 seconds to 2 minutes often reaching 2 hours, sometimes 2 days) he takes between the same statement.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I know this wasn’t something which would help anyone get anyone or anyone get<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> over</span> anyone, I am just a silent observer, with a not so silent mind.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">P.S.- In Triple H’s wise words “I am single and ready to jingle”. (Life should be fun from the other side too I guess!)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">P.P.S.-<span style=""> </span>If someone wants pdf version of<span style=""> </span>“The Bro Code” (by Barney Stinson), contact me. It should provide an excellent read seeing as after having read this blog you have been awesomised.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-805222456199718952.post-45560832369632121982008-11-17T05:11:00.000-08:002008-11-17T05:39:49.982-08:00Once upon a time perhaps.....<p class="MsoNormal">There are people you despise, people you take an indifferent view on and to go over the top, some you worship. Sir Alex Chapman Ferguson falls in the lattermost category.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Much has been said about his completing 50 years in the world of the beautiful game and although I refrain from writing on topics which are a hot ongoing commodity (the reason being that my opinions aren’t what exactly one might call inspiring or thought changing), this is one epiphany which was simply too heavy to let in. Like any resident of The Republic Of Mancunia will tell you, there is God then there is Sir Alex and then there is THE club (in increasing order mind you!), I too am one of those who take more pride in the manager himself rather than the results he churns out week in week out. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>As long as Fergie is there, we don’t want anything else.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Matty Boy once asked me how can anyone feel so strongly for a team that plays thousands of miles from you and with which you don’t have any link. Ferguson is the reason. Once you are old enough to think for yourself and try to differentiate awesome from the not-so-awesome, the whole “distance” thing goes out of the window. The reason perhaps<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Martin Luther King was inspired by Gandhi or to quote V himself, “You can kill as many people as you want, but you cannot kill an idea.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Having promised <a href="http://blogshead.blogspot.com/">Bihari Potter</a> and <a href="http://willheevershutup.blogspot.com/">Triple H</a> a blog on the rise of lovebirds in R-land, why did I suddenly change my mind? Don’t know, don’t bother! Afterall there aren’t many people who will tell the whole world in extreme expletives that they are wrong and still emerge more loveable than ever. If you want facts on the guy, google him up, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sir_Alex_Ferguson">wiki him up</a>. I only wrote this short blog to get it out of my system that the first person I ever paid a writing tribute to was the person who (if there ever was one) took the Bro Code seriously!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">P.S.: Before a Devils-Scousers clash there was a scouse priest on the telly claiming that he, along with his congregation, had been praying for a result. United won the game regardless and the priest was back on the news after the weekend. The priest was asked whether this proved God doesn’t exist. The priest was quite defiant in his answer. “No, it proves God </span><em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">does</em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> exist… but He’s a United fan.</span>”</span><br /></p>Sushanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02718215621926734007noreply@blogger.com2