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This is a place for unwinding, pondering about my futile existence, so if u feel u wana say anything good, bad or ugly....feel free and say what u feel like

Location: Delhi, India

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Back to the Future

After World Wars 3,4,5 & 6 due to quizzing, and many posts on that, and one on stairway and well, u knw what, its back to serious blogging, aint that a phrase in itself.

The Indian team is at it again, no i dont mean winning matches, or more important matters like opening restaurants and saloons, and making retirement plans. Not that they wont do any of this, they have boldly gone where no team has gone before. Bitching and fighting like no other, makes me a proud supporter of team India, I mean where else would team members be singing, "kyunki Chappel bhi kabhi Ganguly tha".

The whole thing has started rows and rows of speculation, how long has this gone on, the actors may be different, the characters and the scenes may have evolved, but are we not a bunch of mediocre back-biting dandies when it comes to sport? Albeit in school, nationals, or world championships, or even college domestic events. This comes back on the fact that Arena, my intra college meet starts tomm, and i have been dropped unceremoniously, because there was a trial and BS like that. Now i m not tendulkar, kallis or cairns, but when it comes to college, i am much better and all that crap, i dont really wana write about it.

But this has raised its head again, and again we are left wondering whats wrong? When a genius of a cricket thinker like Greg Chappel. and the most believing of all believers, Sourav Ganguly, can be made to fight like two aunties at a kitty-party, something is fundamentally wrong somewhere. What does this prove, i dont really care....

I dream of a day when team India will be about the game and winning and not overpaid nannies who show up just like babus at sarkari naukris......

Stairway To Heaven

As i Sit here, high in the sky, barely able to type, my tribute this will be, to the greatest ever song,which looks and sounds even better when ur stoned, i mean EVER:

Stairway to Heaven
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Woe oh oh oh oh ohAnd she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
And you know sometimes words have two meanings
In the tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
Woe oh oh oh oh ohAnd she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
Woe oh oh oh oh ohAnd she's buying a stairway to heaven
And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forest will echo with laughter
And it makes me wonder
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed nowIt's just a spring clean for the May Queen
Yes there are two paths you can go bybut in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
Your head is humming and it won't go because you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady can't you hear the wind blow and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our souls
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
Woe oh oh oh oh ohAnd she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for
And she's buying a stairway to heaven, uh uh uh

Sunday, September 25, 2005

The Day the Result came Second

As i come hone, slightly drunk (thats new, aint it?) , and think about the quiz that i have attended, and participated in, and did pretty well, i couldn't think of anything better for the title. I dont think its original to the best of my meagre knowledge, but not many things are in the days of the web are.

The day was highlighted by getting up fairly early, and going for the IIT open quiz, kombat, arguably the most prestigious open quiz in delhi. And with the team that i had, i think it was a honor, something only a few of my generation may ever know or experience. Wont know if i would ever forget this, so great this was. Yes, we didnt win, then again, who cares?? I wont think the winners would mind, and neither did i. My team had the Almighty Krishna and the Almightier Archana, viewers of quiz shows and others alike would know. And boy, for the first few q's, i was overwhelmed. Dont really know what else to say, this is just about as good as it has been for me, in my days of quizzing.

Since a lot of mumbo-jumbo about quizzing has been going on in the world of blogdom and some of my previous posts, i think its only fair that all was forgotten, or as rabbi says, "Sab Visar Gaya". Yes, I have been overly critical of Arnav and IIT D, and they had been overly critical and not so modest about their own abilities in quizzes, the crux is that it was all settled the way that it should have been. A nice quiz, though stretched on a bit too long, was the way to go about it. And go about it we did. So what all has been done and said, I hope its buried in the past and we move on, or so i would like it to be.

I guess i have said enough, but how many times have i ever said this before..........

Friday, September 23, 2005

A Day in the Life

As i have come back from yet another hectic day in the life, i sit here listening to Rabbi's Gill te Guitar, the new Anthem for me.I recollect the day's happpenings. It all started with a mini-night out (i did get SOME sleep), for the exam, of course the exam went alrite, albeit the two fatso invigilators did cost me a couple of marks at least by their constant kitty party talks, all this in the middle of a exam. What NUTJOBS!!!!!!!!!!!

And after this ofcourse, there was the freedom from the burden of exams for a cuople of months, so what better to do, than to go for a Quiz, and ofcourse, i took the IIT neighbourhood dost log along for a ride home. Escaped a speeding ticket, and followed most rules, and made IIT after a marathon drive, just about the time my legs were about to crumble under me, i just about managed to reach amidst the finals of a on-going quiz. And i managed to catch up with some people, and had a few jokes, the usual

Business picked up in the afternoon when my partner, the very illustrious nalin decided that my heartbeat was normal and it had to rise, so when i had told him that the quiz was at 2, he decides to leave home at 2:15 and ofcourse, he was late. Not just late, he missed the prelims, so it was me and my other partner in crime, Anang, who managed to scrape through, just about, by the skin of our teeth. And ofcourse, he shows up as the answers are being announced and manages to answer something that we haf missed. So i decided to punch a few teeth out of his mouth, but somehow i let that be. And after a gruelling and fiercely contested quiz, we did win, and win we did with flying colors. Somehow, after a lot of brainstorming and thoughts, we did it. My first win at Rendezvous ever, boy it feels good. I may have been animated and unparliamentary with a few earlier remarks, but haven't we all been?

So all said and done, it works out well.......

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Dont Believe the Blogs

Well, after a tumultuos week, exams are just round the corner, and as usual, preparation, is just , well, unmentionable....

Not here to talk abt this, howver, there was a lot of BS going on in the past few days, with some people i have known and acquainted with, some of whom i have better terms with. But in order to try to be politically correct, something that i have not learnt to be in the 20 odd years of my existence, i messed up or more accurately, i fucked up...

It all started with a reference from Arnav's blog , a IIT student. The post was all about quizzing, since the comments section is a Phd topic in itself, dont think i wana say much about it, much 2 much has been made of this already. However, since i sort of knew all the parties and i knew one a lot more than others,and the trust, well, i wont know who i trust more, my own reflection,or..../

Since this issue had been raised, and a quizzer, well, i would say, they would all have their opinions. But, sometimes, as in the age of IT, these opinions clashed and overlapped with some repurcussions. I have had too much gyaan being thrown at me by many novices, with all due respects, but i couldn't belive some of the things mentioned here. All hell has ofcourse, broken loose, and heavens fallen apart since, in my life.

So there was the post as mentioned above, and there were readers, kyunki where there is a post, there will always be readers.. So the word spread and i got the news, and to be politically correct, i decided to maaro a anon post, in the ID of bask_in_self_glory, yes it was me, me, me.

To quote colonel jessop from A Few Good Men

Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee (Tom Cruise): I think I'm entitled .
Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I want the truth!
Jessep: You can't handle the truth

So, the fact is, that i cudn't handle the truth, and hence decided to post anonymously and when i did post using my own ID, i said what i felt, that i didnt know what the big fuss was being made about, and what the f*** was going out. Why was public laundry service being held out in the open? Yes, its personal space and people are allowed this once in a while, but this got out of hand

And yes, Arnav's blog is insightful, as much as i Disapprove the quizzing posts, it does make for good reading. Sadly, i had fever last year and wanted to attend his quiz, as he and jinah (pardon the spelling) had asked me to turn up, in a very friendly and respectable way and i had a partner too. Sadly however, something had to give and i couldn't go . Heard some decent things from jantagana who had gone. Talking of the junta, as handa says, saboot mangti hai, i HAVE SEEN THE SHEETS in question. I dont kiss anyone's ass, i would much rather kiss an axe and slit my own neck and chop it off, if i meet arnav, will mention all of this to him so that we all get out in the clear. I have never really met him and whatever any one has to say of him, the things that i have heard have always been full of admirations.

Call me hypocritical, double standard, i just tried something i am not good at, and i have got caught. So think of me whichever way u wana........

Thursday, September 15, 2005

The Days of my life

A few people, who i know and who occasionally happen to stumble upon my stupid, sometimes radical and most times self-indulgent and politically incorrect posts couldn't help but ask me about the new profile pic that i have put up. So here is to all of you devout readers, the pic is a album cover of a band that used to play, sadly they have broken up now :(. And my obsession with their music has been shown in this space before. This was their debut in mainstream music and they later on influenced and paved the way for much lesser acts like Korn, Limp Bizkit and of late, Linkin Park, LP though, have different influences as well. Heck, i sound like a overpaid editor from rollingstone, so back to the point

The picture, like many others, speaks a few words, in this case, however the number is closer to a million than a thousand !!!!!! A photo of Thích Quang Ðuc, a Buddhist monk who burnt himself to death as a protest against Vietnamese Prime Minister Ngo Dinh Diem's administration's practices against the Buddhist religion, features on the cover of the first Rage Against the Machine album. Sadly that is the name of the game these days, where people still die in the name of religion and something called as 'god'. Im not a KAAFIR , though, and i do believe in a higher powe, sadly i think, too many people go about religion in a wrong way.

Back to the post, since most of u wud knw by now, this is mostly a result of boredom as i have to leave and i dont have anything better to kill time, so i sit here and listen to, yes, you guessed it, RATM, and of course the song is one of great choice and prudence, and above all, real relevance, its called killing in the name....

Do check out their music, may not be very Sureela , if you have a liking for Jagjit singh and his likes (not that they are bad), but does make for good listening and a strong message. Sadly, inspite of being monarchists, ooops, marxists, they managed to sell a few records and fill up their pockets, but it was all for a good cause, wasn't it?

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

How Often can lightning strike?

I sit here and reflect on another DIMWIT hosting and making a mockery of quizzing and quizzards. Now the scene of the crime, Miranda House in DU. As if being a stupid ass aint bad enough, being stupid and dumb at the same time is worse. And being proud of all the above things, is like the red cherry on the top of a cake already iced......

The prelims were like no other, 20 q's, one liners, more like a penalty shootout, so if u missed one, u wont live to tell the tale. And stupid questions from the school quizzes, guys, seriously, who gives two shits on which is the smallest bone and which is the slowest mammal, better still was the AWOl expansion- Absent without official leave. And this wasnt all, they had 4 answers wrong, which inspite of begging/pleading/arguing/ confronting weren't reversed. And that does help, doesnt it.

And its not as if the girl's colleges are the only ones at fault, the they atleast try to have some decorrum and conduct, even though if you are reminded of the days of class 1. Many other colleges have had people QMing, the likes of which wont be able to differentiate between astrology and astronomy!!!! And they do practise the F word a lot, so when urs truly has a fight, its straight out of the pulp fiction script. My point is not that these people are stupid, ur being kind to them and insulting the word 'stupid' to call em that. if you dont know, dont speak, i cant sing, so i dont pick up the guitar and try to pull of a hetfield on stage. The same way these people shouldnt host quizzes, they make a mockery of it.

And then there are the organisers, the real black ass SOB's who recruit people like Parnab 'Mother fucker' Mukherjee . What a fucked up gasbag he is, the cheap gimmicky, organisers pleasing ASSHOLE.

I dont knw how to end this, so forget it.......

Friday, September 09, 2005

Celebrate Teacher's Day, like only i can

This post is dedicated to all the insipid and big-mouthed fatsos who ever taught me, if you happen to be one of them, pls dont read any more. But if you are a regular reader (i have a few now), pls 'follow the leader'. This week, the first day, was of course Teacher's day , all the more significant as this is the only day which doesnt guarantee a holiday and in all fairness, should, because the loser teacher's have to go and rant bout how useless their students are.

If any of you are teacher's im sorry, but im sure u haven't ever taught me. If u have, consider this a personal opinion, u can have urs on ur blog. I read a teacher's blog, very soulful and insightful, beautifully written, but alas, she teaches in a different college!!!!!!

Anyways, back to business, so on the monday, i had the usual 4 lectures and during the 2nd, a dear frd of mine suggested to the idiot who was teaching us, that we would celebrate teacher's day in the 3rd and 4th lecture. (Believe it or not, she teaches 7 hrs for a theory subject a week, which wont have more than 4 hrs by the univ. rules and these losers have to attend all of them, and so DO i, becos of the shitty rules of the university). So she says, that all of us had to prepare something for her, a song or something like that. And predictably enough, the gang that had predicted this disappears in the next class and unfortunate people like yours truly had to bear 'item songs' being hummed by people as the stupid ass laughed and joked her way to glory, much like Govinda used to do Chappad Phaad Ke.

I was sitting in the second row and was asked to sing a song, since she owes me some marks, i shut up and told her that singing ain't my fortay. She somehow understood and baton was passed on to some 1 else. Not that i couldn't think of a song, i had the lyrics memorized and all, the song was of course by my favorite band, Rage Against the Machine, called Killing in the name . No my teacher dont work for KKK, and i dont think she's a cop, though im not sure, my dedication to her and my classmates is what follows. first. to my illustrious classmates....

And now you do what they told you
And now you do what they told you
And now you do what they told you
And now you do what they told you
Are u under control?
And now you do what they told you
Are u under control??

they go on and, now for my dedication to the teacher, in a perfect world i would get up on the table and raise both middle fingers to make her believe that she's no. 1.
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me

If you think i sound like the whining Edward Norton from American History X , though with a completely different sense, think you may be right. But my point here is that she should know her standing and get the f out of class when the time is ripe and that i shouldn't waste my print/blog space on her. And if u wana knw which college she graduated from, it was none other than my own!!!! Another one of the 'Illustrious graduates' from my college uses expressions like details being 'Fed Up' into a computer. I just got 'fed up' with his class, i must say. And i have had too many people giving me gyaan on how teacher's are god's own men/women, what crap!!!!! Im sure there is trouble in paradise, if that is true. And if u wana read more about teacher's you can go here

I dont hate any teachers, i repeat. Just my thoughts on the people i have to put up with........

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Is maith liom bananai

Is maith liom bananai - 'I like bananas.'You're laid-back and you enjoy the simple things in life. Some might say you're a little too laid-back. Just what is it you're smoking, anyway?

The Pinnacle and the epitome of all mindless surfing, which i am upto these days, for the sheer time that i waste everyday of the week, i actually took this weirdo quiz, like another one i have taken before, for the one's who are regular readers of this space, u would know abt the kill bill quiz that i had posted abt sometime back.

This however, left me gasping for breath. The Not for the plain and simply unbelievable nature of wela panti expressed here, but for the results. I guess i am laid back, and all the goody goody things said above. The ' I like Bananas' part is tricky though (before u start firing abt a fruit hatred propaganda, the deal is that i do like bananas, lovely and nutritious as they are,only in the cullinary sense), it sounds like some goofy AD campaign for a weirdo product.

Now to the most interesting part, something that i was quite amazed to read, the what have u been smoking anyway part. Cos i have been smokin some, and boy has it been mindblowing or what. Yesterday, i lit up more than i could enjoy and my head felt like a, well, it was somethin else. And today wasnt bad either, lit up my share and was in another world, and passed out and slept like a baby. And woke up feelin as good as ever, came back home and saw

Is maith liom bananai
not bad at all, as they say

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Jaane Bhi Do yaaron

The post which follows has nothing to do with the movie, so if you came here looking for another gyaan pilaao review, please dont kill me!!!!!. The movie is a piece of genius, and i dont take no part away from that. This is actually a factual, almost cynical look at the indian Cricket team and dispute which apparently broke between Ajit Agarkar and Irfan Pathan on how Agarkar was carted to all corners and how pathan was better, cos he picked a kiwi inspite of being carted to all corners. Apparently the two had a momentary lapse and went back to normal. There is a power struggle looming in the team with the Old school and young turks both doing their bit. Sehwag, better known as Ganguly's Bitch from 3 years back, sticks his neck out by opening a restaurant and makin 'retirement plans'. In Sehwag's own lingo

" BHAi YO batting karni hai aisi, toh retire ho ja, ghanaaa badhiya rahega"

When will they learn, when will they be a team, when can they play, not for the money, just play like we do in the street, and dont worry, results do come. Ever seen warney bowl, thats a sight of a kid who still runs and bowls and has his fun, takes his wickets and enjoys life, mast hai yaar, kuch seekho. One blogger from the world, wrote this post , my source of info, originally. As much as irfan pathan is the future, i think the present and some part of the future, belongs to agarkar,true,his thin,frail frame can be blown away & everyone knows about his UGLY DUCKLINGS :). But surely, there can be peace between team-mates, they play for the country and not for a mohallah.

My Suggestion to the team management, drop them and send them to prison, just like sudhir and vinod in the movie. Maybe then they will sing hum honge kaamyaab and get some sense.

Badhiya Hai

Had a good sunday, which to me is going with friends and spending money. And i guess i did a pretty good job of it today, and had a fine day. Didnt Start off too good, fucked up a mock CAT, the way i have become used to. With declining performances one after the other, i think im gonna hit rockbottom now. But forget that, things only got better. Met a friend who i hold very dear for lunch, and ate and ate, went off to her house and lied down, listenin to a assorted compilation that i had given her......

Then decided to push off for CP, had to meet some people, some cool people, people who call themselves bloggers. The first ever (my first) delhi blogger's meet, fun it was, different people, diff influences, diff hobbies, " All Different, Each Unique". It was fun, got to see how bloggers are, and kinda enjoyed it, pushed off to blues. I had heard loads about it and its a awesome place. just for the choice of music, if nothing else. Kickass rock music, very very savvy (its a chic word, but who cares). But since the sound was blaring, we decided to push off to DV8, another pub-cum-restaurant nearby. My first time there also, since i really dont get the cash or the time to go clubbing and pubbing, so my knowledge of delhi pubs is as good as viru sehwag's knowledge of victorian english!!!!.

coming back to DV8, nice place, decent music, and very quiet, good place to discuss, much like Zen. And they had a overhead LCD and showed india beat (call it that if u can) a depleted and fucked up Zim Cricket team, where people are beaten up and devoid of food, only a few hundred metres from a fuckin sport. I like sports, i am a sportsman at heart, think and act like one, will see all the sports (practically all), but i cant see and bear a thought of a shootout half-a-mile away, people being beaten to pulp and not being fed, cos they chose not to support a particular MF leader. Thats a story for another day n time.

India did win, however unlikely it may have looked, and we gulped down glass after glass of beer, and talked abt ,life,the universe and Everything and it was different. Not the average sunday, when i plan to ease and lie around and maybe clean up the mess on my bed, which is reminiscent of a fuckin earthquake rubble, so much of stuff lies around here. And i plan to read some papers and study, but what the hell, today was worth it.

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