Noconvolutions!

Is it only writing one’s thoughts or something else attached to blogging?

I’ve read quite a number of posts in blogs like ontheverge.wordpress.com,projectbee.blogspot.com,indisch.wordpress.com,indianinheritance.wordpress.com,gavilan1010.wordpress.com[this is now blocked for reasons I don’t care] and I ended up rating my blog as “super shitty”.

I asked one of my friends and he said that he generally blogs under two frames of his mind-one technical and another non-tech.Thats quite convincing as far as my queries are concerned.Well, there may be various reasons and circumstances under which a persons decides to pen down his thoughts in the form of a blog but there is a stern validity of something called a topic or more precisely a relevant topic [drastically incomparable to my irrelevant ramblings] involved in all of them. That may be politics, philosophy, technology, media, religion, sensex, sex etc.

Now what intrigues me is how do they manage to get so much substance in the topics? [Hah! I generally get intrigued by silly things ex-does a Bank of Kuwait ATM in
India have the instructions in English?]Do they write when they are touched by certain incoherent happenings around them so that others might read the same and be aware? Quite possible. I’ve also come across similar situations but I never gathered myself so close to writing a post on it.

There are generally two facets of every situation : right and wrong. I never considered myself sagacious to decide between the two. Perhaps this is one of the reasons or may be because I reckoned that if m so indecisive about what effect the particular situation might have on me, then why discuss it at the first place? [This is whom you designate with due disrespect as a closed-minded, dumb-headed fool].Its only when things have become absolutely obsolete do I realize and then crib.

“Oh! Shit! I was in a catastrophical situation and nobody told me about it. I just detest the whole lot from the core, mantle and the rocks of my heart.” Then I go around hollering imprecations at myself for having blundered.

Sometimes I wonder how people can express things so optimistically that they tend to influence the reader into the content of their posts. As far as m concerned, I have “anger” in excess that doesn’t need any siphoning. It just gets out on its own and unguarded to give rise to hellish complications with the “sorry” word as the only apparent solution. Saying sorry is as difficult as killing a man for nothing at all. It’s probably the fragile ego that restricts, which is responsible for all the discrepancies. I may be disguising my achy-breaky ego with my so-called level-headed set principles whose righteousness solely depends on how I might feel ages after the decision has been implemented. If things seem wrong then I shove it off with the belief that everything happens for a reason and the reason is always good [again just a good hope for something good to be projected in the future].If its right then “I’m generally right”.

The result still remains vague and finally it gets wiped out of my mind with time.

Anyways since some days anywhere I find any flaw, I just dismiss it as a disorder [of what kind m still to detect].Just hoping that the flaws don’t accumulate to declare me insane.

“Take the glass. Shake it slowly. Take a small sip and don’t drink it up in big gulps. This is wine okay jackass!” 

There goes my first experience with red wine. It smelled like methylated spirit and tasted like a pungent sweetness. Nonetheless I liked it. I like it more now because I regret not having the amount that I left in the glass yesterday with the fear of three reasons:

1-after seeing a hazy figure of my friend (ouch! it hurts calling jackass a friend) I wanted to take precaution before I could start seeing two hazy figures of the same body.

2-the branded skipping rule that my great grand friend followed.

3-had office today.

Anyways I enjoyed it thoroughly, specifically the entree that followed after the wine. As my friend suggested that red wine goes with red meat, we ordered a dish of sliced lamb and coriander sauce. Not to forget the dim ambience of the restaurant. It was a downright awesome place to be in to instigate the bout of emotions that should be expressed to an exaggerated extent when one of the people you are genuinely fond of is flying overseas buuuut the heck that happened yesterday was outstandingly crazy. We had the weirdest of conversations, laughed our lungs out and trust me it wasn’t the effect of wine. It was purely because I was having dinner with a jester. Gosh! It still seems hilarious when I think of it.

Sadly enough the best things in life come just in glimpses. Looking forward to more of such glimpses but I don’t want to be habituated to it because then it might actually get me into a wailing-in-the-bathroom mode when the clown is out of sight.

Its been quite some time since I’ve been trying to figure out “what”!

Yeah it’s basically the word “what”. [Please keep your brains to yourselves because I know the word is found in the dictionary which means “what”].

Last Friday while returning home from grueling office hours, I saw a toddler being carried by its mother, just then a speeding vehicle braked hard near them. I don’t know “what” again, but I do remember waking up from a weird reverie. I saw the views of the toddler flying 10 feet high up in the air, the mother yelling but when the baby was about to land and to match the manipulated gravitational forces perfectly I dived out of my cab and caught hold of the baby’s neck and yeahhhh I saved the baby! Gosh! that was a sick imagination and worst of it when I visualize myself screaming my lungs out at the man on the wheel for being so reckless [had it been for real I definitely would have passed a disgusting comment at the female doing all these stupid stunts but since it was me …hehehhehe] Okay! the irony is that all this was simply imagination for real and the car braked at something very distant from a mother carrying her baby, called speed breakers .[Disclaimer:-These can be the deadly consequences of maddening boredom in traffic jams when you are just dying to reach home and go flat dead on the bed].

Saturday was cleaning the closet day. Sunday was one of the most hilarious days of my life ,more hilarious to me because I had been trying hard to maintain some gravity for absolutely nothing…perhaps a deliberately attempted “I am sad” phase that I was going through.[Alright I’m not a melancholic character neither am I a Scorpio]. The laughter session started off right after lunch at 6pm (Thanks to my great grand friends who also cook great grand food. Trust me I would kill for food of the same taste. Kill chicken only.) and stretched till my diaphragm was fatigued. The topic of discussion that got us all rolling on the floor was “doing the dishes” [double-entendre: replace dishes with your backside].That was a height of delectation with friends with the crudest, coarsest and all the derogatory superlatives that one can use for the most abandoned commodity called “shit” but it serves good for vegetarians though [I’m sure I read about humus somewhere].

At night I watched Koffee with Karan on Star One. Richard Gere was the guest. He didn’t have a competitor unlike the other guests who generally have one/many for the rapid fire round and the winner gets the coffee hamper from the most beautifully manicured hairy hands. What I was wondering while watching is that RG was so much at home, absolutely carefree yet with a glitz of sophistication unlike the attitude of our people whenever they appear in such shows that relate to the celebrity in entirety rather than any soap sequence with ambiguous personalities displaying the worst dog/doggy-like villainous facial expressions. Our people act like such sticklers to propriety that they end up giving the impression of being superdamn frustoos in the real sense which might be due to a long-prevailing constipation or may be loose-motion or missing shoulder blades or any other personal reason of the sorts. Some of them try to force it on the audience that he/she is the most scrupulous person born on earth while defending his/her gaffe that has been exposed sometime back by the media [the media is the example of “exaggerated lunacy” that’s hell-bent on proving weirdest things to the world like recently NDTV was showing an inspector [MALE] who claimed to be the reincarnation of Radha, a Hindu goddess].

Okay now the thing that I owned as a disease called boredom has subsided .Needa go and kick hard at the insuperable a**** who make my life hell.

After the alumni meet on 13-05-07, I called up a college friend to tell her about it and we ended up laughing our lungs out while discussing about an incident that occurred during the second visit of Dr.A.P.J Kalam to Patia,BBSR.

It was recently at the Kalinga Tribal School.Our Honorable Prez addressed the children at the Tribal school and before he was about to wind up his speech, he asked the kids there to repeat certain lines after him.

He said the first sentence….Silence

He said the first sentence again….Silence

The B.Tech students who represented the college as volunteers asked the kids in the local language to repeat after the President.

The repetition began and continued till :

Dr.KalamàThank you

Childrenà Thank you 

Dr.Kalamà Don’t repeat this.

Children à Don’t repeat this. 

Dr.Kalam àDon’t repeat children.

Children à Don’t repeat children. 

The repetition saga went on till the volunteers, the crowd, the organizers and all others got tired of laughing and realized that the embarrassing glitch had to be taken care of before it transformed into a blunder.

NB:-Watch out for Dr.Kalam’s next book.This incident will definitely have special mention in it.

My college ALUMNI MEET on 13^th May 2007 @ Blore…

And I would have paid all that I have to hear that only one line….”MY LOBHABLE KIITIANS”. 

 After a far fetched pompous flaunting of the achievements of my college ever since its establishment and the perpetual list of accolades, I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline in my veins to go back to college to be amidst the same group of friends, in the same campus, in the same class rooms, scolded by the same teachers, woken up by the same frowning eyes, mocked by the same classmates, playing in the same field, watching YUVA a billion times more in the same OAT, eat puchka from the same mousa…but all that I could manage to do is cry the same tears.

I don’t want to play the role of the same impassive character anymore and cry behind the veil of being an unperturbed image. Today when I think of the days spent back in college I don’t want to stop the tears that roll down my eyes but wait till eternity until the same friends come over to wipe them away. Unfortunately the realization comes haunting back that I had been still crying in the bathroom. After all we are grown ups now. But the speech delivered by Samant Sir, rejuvenated the thought that we are still young and dynamic just moiling too hard to leave a trail in the hearts of our loved ones. The man spoke just the same words as he did back in college but somehow the temperament while perceiving them was entirely different this time. He proclaimed his students to be the brand ambassadors of his institute. The aurora of his attitude spoke just one thing that “Sky is the limit”…and all we need to do is think young and dynamically and stay connected.

Looking back at the past, all that I have gained from being a part of KIIT, the stronger the yearning grows to go back to college. I reckon I’ve deciphered the hidden message behind the crux of the meet quite well…friends are indeed the best ingredients of happiness.  

NEXUS of human bondage…keep in touch and not touching.