crappy new year

one wise man said carpe diem == seize the day. a wiser man said carpe scrotum== to heck with the day. another crappy year comes to an end. maybe my saddest so far. i m left with many unanswered questions.
how many of the ppl will actually have a happy new year? and how many of those billions of wishes flying out thick and fast these days have true feelings behind them? just another formality for the new age urban man? r we losing our identity? when the not so cool "natkhat nikhil" (whom i m dying to tell that the kool radio jockey thing isnt really working for him or for any of his partners like bubbly barkha or love ki peer deep,,, wt crap) on a hip fm radio tells me to make the last sunday of the year hot n happening, i really feel sorry for the identity of our society which we bargained for some more commercialization.
when will i get a latest hollywood release in english in my town?? so that i dont have to painfully watch the posters of i am legend renamed as MAIN ZINDA HUN. that doesnt even make sense. the magic of dailogues is ruthlessly massacred during the translation. another artistic renaming is KHATARNAAK LOG ==x men. the terrorizing scene in jurassic park where a dinosaur chases the jeep was amazingly translated to "BHAAGO BHAAGO, BADI CHIPKALI HAMARE PICHE HAI. BHAAGO". in bruce almighty jennifer aniston asks if her boobs got any bigger, that is translated to " DEKHO KYA MERI KAMAR PATLI HOYI HAI KYA? DEKHO NA?" . i am guessin what will they name the devil wears prada -" CHUDAIL NE PEHNE SUNDAR KAPDE" .maybe. god bless this country.
when will pakistan get a day free from bombardment?? when will federer win a french open?? when will modi lose?? when will i get financial freedom?? when will anu malik learn music?? when will cloning process be made public??when will sensex crash??when will the nostril of himesh open up??when will some1 watch the much anitcipated ongc i league?? when will vhp stop burning things??when will the broadband speeds in india match with those in japan??when will google stop being the coolest thing around??when will i stop worrying about the number of profile views i get??when will the 40% indians below poverty line have a happy new year??

babel

so its been 10 good days. 10 days of food that reassures the faith that my taste buds r still working. 10 more days, thats all i have.been watchin a lot of tv. probably one of the most interesting things to do-watching indian tv. it again brings out the many double standards that we as a nation follow. hypocrites, i guess.
indian tv is a cacophony, a babel with plenty of money involved though.
talent shows rule the roost. u can dance alone, dance with a partner, sing alone or sing with partner; the choices are huge. bappi lahri's double chin appears almost every other second as i flip the channels. the man is on ever damn channel, holding his headphones with both hands as if they will fall down any moment. some one tell him that with that giant a face between them, they r never coming down. the man is enjoyin himself. judging people and getting paid for that. awesome. but he is tolerable, much better than watching anu malik plagiarise in real life too-- trying to be a mean desi simon cowell.
saas bahus r planning strategies n war games as usual. their dialogues leave me bamboozled.wt seems to be a normal missing document situation is misconstrued by them to be a deadly "chaal" by the opponent bahu or jethani or devrani or mausi or wtever. they talk about shatranj and manipulations. i say get them on the five year planning commission and let them make the strategies. the award deserving background music along with the wavering camera (which comes from the left, then right, then bottom, then top on the same person who is giving us another one of his/her run of the mill expression with disappointingly finical accuracy) was enough to leave me wondering y god y??. y and simply how can some1 watch this horrendous waste of talent. must say that they are the being typical stereotypes. they give every show n every concept the same shitty feel. come on guys, even bollywood is trying these days.
star world rocks. star network made a smart move by separating cricket from their other 2 sports channels. with dish at home i have now about 6 english movie channels but jst not enough time at my disposal. anyways, its always good to know that u can even if u dont.

gunnerz rolling on

1 teekha paneer makhni medium size.
yes . make it a pan pizza. and 1 pepsi.
picture perfect.
well y isnt everyday jst like this? i ask myself as i watch man u beat liverpool and wait for the arsenal vs chelsea match to start. sitting on my bed. with some mouth watering pizza at my dispense, waiting for my side to thrash a good opponent. life doesnt get any better does it?
van persie came on in the 60th minute inplace of eboue who hurt himself after endless duels with terry who might have broken his metatarsal bone. but who cares for terry. van persie was back with his unconventional left footers which were missing from arsenal for a while now. but gunners snatched the game from chelsea who were without drogba and now without terry but aye who said football is fair. the scoreline should hav been 3-1 but what mattered were the 3 points.

aaarrghh

the word "av" (for those who dont know the not so kool bitsian lingo) means avearge. now this word av has become such an integral part of our lives. when u say the word av u waste about 500 calories. now about 3000 bitsians said this unfortunate word atleast 10 times a day for the whole of last month. now thts 1.5 crore calories wasted. hmm. sometimes in our day to day discussions someone unconsciously says the temperature is below av today. at tht moment we all snap back to reality and notice how deep the rabbits hole is . i want out. i want a change. i want to go into the warmth of my home. i need a change.
as i finish shantaram on my way home i m remember this little composition which is now my favorite--
" how happy is the blameless vessel's lot,
the world forgetting by the world forgot.
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind,
each prayer accepted and each wish resigned." -i dont know by whom?
aint tht jst beautiful.

Final nail in the coffin

the seemingly good semester comes to a tragic end with the faculty of electrical sciences and mathematics chopping my wings of happyness. Along with the compre papers they handed over ten tonnes of depressing thoughts. while some of us were busy estimating the average of each paper, others were planning our demolition. and i must say they did a thorough job as they wrecked my dream of dragging my gpa above 8. all said and done, we get wt we deserve, no more no less but sometimes it pains more to know that u were so close to achieving something.
lost. another battle lost. funnily thats what i have been doing for quite some time now, moving from one failure to another.
amid another special chai session i remembered pheobe saying in season 3 - life is going to throw all kinds of crap at you. hopefully u ll learn from it and grow up. so i tried to downplay the tension and rather joke about it. but the stress bells kept ringing in my head. another clue that i m not in a soap. i m leading a normal life where you gotta cope up with anything and everything.
so i decided to let my frustration out on the es answer sheet which i must say has recieved a third degree torture from me n shoaib, others not obliging the cause as they still have some faith left in god and in the sanctity of a book or copy and the knowledge it provides. wt crap. maybe this will piss off the god some more. wtever. anyways as the shreds of the half burnt & ripped answer sheet fly around in my room, i get the feeling that something isnt right with me. the problem with my efficiency has bothered me since i was in bansal which of course led to a more futile failure. but this is just another phase. hopefully. hopefully things will get better. but i certainly need a lot more luck. otherwise i ll be stuck with my walkman and my disturbing thoughts. so god if u r anywhere up there, someone needs a little push.