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.

all the world s a stage

it is high time i decided on my favorite movie. most of my cinematically illiterate wingies n other friends (not that i m any tarantino with years of viewing experience) watch the hopeless indian cinema so ardently that it has penetrated so deep in their neurons that they find it hard to try something new and they have been giving the same reason since biblical times tht bollywood movies can be watched jst for fun, the fun part of course seems to elude me everytime i try to sit through the epic dramas.
deciding a single movie as a favorite one is an impossible thing for me. so i have one for each category. the departed the all time thriller champ. scorsese at his best. the pace goes undetected and so does the as usual effortless acting from jack nicholson . and the stupid audience is left scratching the heads at the end when dignum turns out to be just another rat. the departed was a remake of a chinese movie but a classics example of how every scene canbe recreated and still be so new or rather captivating, not like any other sohail khan movie in which every scene is made by the cut-copy-paste process.
pursuit of happyness claims the top spot in your rags to riches or distress to glee category. the bond potrayed by the smith junior and smith senior makes me cry every time i watch it. chris gardener says to his son-dont ever let anybody tell u that u cannot do something. if u gotta dream u gotto protect it.period. simply awesome!!
robert de niro makes taxi driver mesmerizing. the best acting u can ever get. the scene where he looks in the mirror and says - u talking to me? thts the upper cut for every actor. no one can even come close to tht. i want to write sthing about pulp fiction but my words cant even glorify tarantino's efforts.
happy movie watching!!

choose or lose

sadness grips you by surprise. a simple phone call or just another memory can upset anyone in great amount. one moment you are busy in your mundane activities and the next moment you are deep down your favorite hell hole. then starts the emerging from the grief stage. psychologists say grief/sadness can be divided into five stages . first one is getting isolated and secluded from others. this one is my favorite. on some angry thought you can hold the whole universe as responsible. lyrics of every random slow song sound so perfect and just meant for that sad moment. the rants of the wingies seem so hollow and pointless. i avoid the 'gen' discussions which run late into nights and where we have been talking about the same topics for over an year now. every one is familiar around here. there is actually no sense of unpredictability. thats one disappointing factor of knowing some ppl inside out. u can sense their tones, read their minds, tell what kind of not so uncanny humor is gonna result in the sheer time wasting discussions. nothing learned, nothing gained, no valuable inter cultural, inter religious enriching thoughts exchanged. thats just a sad typical bitsian day point of view.
on any other day when you manage not to wake up on the wrong side of the bed, all those flaneur wingies of yours turn into the ppl with whom you have had the most fun with. but the point is what should we choose?
happy, no tension lives where maybe you dont learn nything but have a good time. maybe i m being too negative. there might be a changing outlook towards life but tht comes with every experience of life. one plus point about this lifestyle is tht u never run out of activity partners which for me is a necessity. i dont know y but i think it is a heriditary thing, my bro also being a victim of it. i need a partner for every meal, i need some one to grace the occasion when i devour the combo of a fruit chat, a samosa and a special chai. maybe i m not a loner. but every partner comes at a cost. u have to be alert for any walking noises in the wing during the prime times and of course one has to swallow gaalis if the future partner is reluctantly sleeping.
as u can see this post has already reached the same depths of boredom as my monotonous life.
so as i drown my wasteful life in the colors of black humor i wish i make the right choice and hope i do it some time soon.
----if u want to listen to an asshole just fart.

stupified

day-t20 final..humidity-98%
temperature increasing with everyone perspiring and a record number of swearing in the audi. every1 forgets abt the monotonous test schedule and all hell breaks lose in audi. 4000 ppl screamin on a 8mm thick screen. hmm. not a pleasant site for n.v.m. or his brethren or for any silent guy for that sake. it was my first such experience. must admit that i had a rather nice time. though i blatantly hate the cricket hoopla but how can u decline the chance to scream and scream some more and help yourself to a breezer from the frustration of the uneventful life. let me help u to a quick glance at some of the uneventful events.
scriptus got through the first round of epsilon. i hope to work hard on this 1 and see it through this time. test series 1 finally ended after seemingly endless nite outs. now the dreadful results will turn out and turn our peaceful minds into battlefields of emotions. here s a typical conversation with any 1 at the redhi or anc. (--) r thoughts.
self-abey e.s. ke marks mile??
supposedly friend-hmm.
self-kitne?
supposedly friend-40.(tht would be av+ many).
self-phoda be (shit man. how the hell can u get tht much when i studied the same as u).
supposedly friend-tere?
self-30
supposedly friend-good yaar.(haha- eat shit !!! i got more than you.)
self-your A is fixed man! (screw u . i bet u ll make a B.)
and this doesnt jst happen with me. every1 is trying hard to be the nice guy, the modest guy. but u can always see that tiny twinkle in the eye if the guy has the upper edge in the game.
same is the condition on the nite before exam. every1 s tries hard to praise every1 else. hoping tht some 1 will fall in the trap and step up on the cloud of pride and hav a grand humpty dumpty fall.
if u observe closely u can actually watch the false hopes, feel the pride being shattered and then rebuilt, the hatred surrounding you. then u realize tht every second person isnt as cool, fun loving,easy to go with guy as his orkut profile says.
but still thts wt we say.life s cool..

daily measurement techniques

so the new semester started rather boringly or should i say disappointingly with all my fury wrecking the ammeter, then a rheostat and then another gargantuan device with which 1 is is supposed to see the miraculous rings which mr. newton dicovered on another one of his casual random mornings. i struggle to get up by 10 so tht i can relish those free 3 marks of cp-2 which i know will be the tie-breakers between b and c (yeah a's r mission impossible for me). but no!! my necessary 7 hrs turns into a sweet siesta. this might jst work as a pantomime for me in the future.i wake up at 2 40 pm rush towards 3143 or is it 3243 . where is it. where is it. fd's r still pretty much a labyrinth for me. where i hav to look up again n again on for signs.
i enter into the cursed laboratory with the lab assistants giving me a cold but indifferent glance and i wonder whether even a metallica performance rt there rt then would b enough to inject some bloody passion and remove their drudgery. i join my team which is raring to perform the nxt expt. their excitement was comparable to tht of columbus who had got funding for his indian expedition. i was as usual pondering over the thought tht these expts would b of no use wt so ever in my future life . i take one of their lab reports and hurriedly draw the graphs with utter imperfection. our mam turns up and starts picking the endless anomalies in my report. "how many kind of emissions r there"she asks sotto voce. i mumble nothings and pratik comes to my rescue. ironically he gets 18 while i get 19. i keep on nodding to everything she says though i m not even listening coz i m plugged in.
on my return journey i have the usual samchat and masala shikanji. by the way redhiwala hugged me when i came back to pilani. i felt pretty much like his distant relative . afterall i was one of his favorite grahaks. then comes the latest passion in my life-hockey. i persuaded the nigger to join me in my mission to at least make into the bunch of extras. our ruthless staminas are soon exposed but we keep on trying. after dinner its sitcom time. there s some missing h wing. but its covered up by trying to make anuj (my sidie) understand the rafoo mentality which he (being a moneybags) will need to adjust between us typical dirty yellow fellas. he gives his dumb lectures on his breed supremacy and shares his stand on the figments of pigments tht trouble his mind. he is a racist. hates gults. abhishek looks like a rickshaw-wala in a dd1 advertisement in need of b-12 vitamins. vns is his usual self with his high decibel levels. nigger touches the edges of paranoia with ramblings on the recent disasters in wsc n cel.
life s back to normal and normal sucks big time.