RWNV 3: Roaming Rameshwaram

Rover, Wanderer, Nomad, Vagabond Part 3: Roaming Rameshwaram
(This article runs into 3 parts. Links to PART 1, PART 2)

Rameshwaram: Ramarnatham is a holy place for Hindus. It is one of the four tirth, mythology says visiting all the four reserves a seat in Hindu heaven. (I have already visited two, yay!)

Rameshwaram is a lovely coastal place. It is a normal tier III Indian city, with people having only two sources of income fish and tourism – and this fact was repeatedly injected in my mind by our driver. When we were there, there was no rush we got nice economic hotel room, reserved a car for city site seeing at reasonable rate, toured around half of the day and came back to hotel.

The Ramarnatham temple is big and spacious. Being off season and weekday, there was no people overload – in fact, it was mostly empty. You need to take bath 27 times (I am not sure whether it is 27, but it is close) at 27 different wells which are assigned names of holy rivers or Gods. The idea is to be super clean by taking bath from all the holy waters in India before doing the holy work.

Then there was small queue to see god. See God, pray for your earthly needs, and walk in famous 3^rd corridor. Take pictures.

I liked this. I liked this thousand times more than Balaji. It was open and accepting, unlike Balaji which is closed for normal people, wrapped in illusion of security and ego and denial as the first response. Or perhaps, I was fortunate in Rameshwaram.

THE END
PART 1, PART 2

RWNV 2: Thirupathi Thrills

Rover, Wanderer, Nomad, Vagabond Part 2: Thirupathi Thrills
(This article runs into 3 parts. Links to PART 1, PART 3)

Thirupathi Balaji: A god for fat rich people. Don’t get me wrong, it is one of the wealthiest (yeah, in terms of revenue) temple loaded with behemoth overhead of security and people management (damagement, I would say). The process to get a look of the god is so inefficient that you may not get a chance to see god, even if you have 8 hour time window.

Last time, me and my cousin, S , reached there at morning 10. And – no surprise, there was no information center (or our heuristic search didn’t get one) and officials and dudes do not believe in possibility of a non-Telugu language. We assumed our methodology was wrong and we should have learnt Telugu.

This time, with non-coherent knowledge from different sources that includes experienced guys, internet searched and travel agencies, I was clear about one thing that I was not going Balaji the next time (even before journey starts). No, yeah, I agree they have tried to facilitate people but it fails miserably. So, there are number of tickets issued by the temple authorities that are mysteriously available in some unknown temple in T. Nagar, Chennai. All the persons, who are going to Balaji, have to be there at ticket booking center to get a bar-coded tag with visitor’s finger print stamp [1]. I never get one, they are volatile, supposedly.

Since, this is a high-tech (?!) temple they have on-line ticket that ranges next 90 days for booking. I had enough time to plan (around 40 days). It was weird to find out that ticket has been already booked for all the future 90 days. Out of curiosity, the next day morning (9 o’clock) I checked availability of ticket on 91^st day, no surprise, no room. I started checking this site frequently; it was always full – less mysterious, more doubtful.

Finalized, I booked a bus ticket from a travel agent that ensured a Darshanam (glimpse) of the God. We started six in morning from Chennai and were there in an infinitely long queue for Daarshanam. We were happy that even if the queue was actually 4 KM long, if we kept moving and 5 hrs (at the worst) in the queue and we would get a glimpse of the God.

Running over and below people’s feet, we reached to a monkey cage. Where they made us (500 people) stay and get bored for six long hours, the only thought I had was to escape from there even if it means no Darshanam (I wasn’t eager from start, either) [2]. And the truth was – no matter what God feared people say – everyone was getting more and more frustrated, restless and anxious. The effect of this pressure building resulted in a stampede as soon as the cage opened. People hit iron bars, got squeezed, rubbed and gone under other physically painful sufferings. People started shouting, cursing, pushing, slanging and doing all kind of panic activities.

The result of this rat race was a coupon for sweet that you are ‘eligible’ ONLY IF you have done Darshanam and you are back in another cage. Now, in this cage, people had become verbal. They started calling (requesting) officials to open the door or asking when the cage is scheduled to open etc. – all unanswered. Rumor starters had fun there, if there was a rumor that gate 3would open, people run from gate 1 to gate 3 (earlier rumor was for gate 1); four more hours for monkey descendents in the cage, and then opening of the gate at 10 o’clock at night.

It was very long, empty and silent corridor. And suddenly, there was an eruption. Everyone was happy; I am more than sure it was happiness of freedom. It was less a willingness to get Darshanam and more an urge to return home which was driving people to run and run-over.

The main temple had a tiny entrance, one person at a time. When the entrance pushed by the mad mob, I felt my ribs were going to collapse. People were shouting, using all the dirty slangs on fellow visitors and pushing each other, while entering. The passage way was narrow, many people with accessories like earrings, handkerchief in their hand and similar, had lost them because the pressure was peeling skin off. A lot of people got hurt. I have got a powerful push which made my heel bone to hit a corner stone leading a deep cut that bared the bone. I was already less faithful, I became even lesser.

It was quarter a second glance before security person pulls people by their arm and throws out of the area where the God is visible from. I couldn’t see anything; neither did I have any wish. I completed my Darshanam even before a quarter of a second, in fact, I ran the zone of the queue where people wait and see for 250 milliseconds before getting forcefully thrown.

We came out bought some stuffs for memories, I already had got something permanent on my body for memory – a solid wound which would leave a mark forever.

We ran back to bus, reached home at 4 AM.

[1] There is a hack for this system if the persons visiting Balaji are not around. The trick here is your security/non-transferable band has gender and fingerprint only, the barcode is just a cross-check to validate that it was issued from appropriate authority.

Now, if there are x men and y women are planning to visit Balaji and for some reason (small time window of visit, busy schedule etc.) they cannot go to ticket counter in Chennai. So, to hack this system, you just collect x men and y women of any age, get tickets issued. It is less likely that fingerprint is ever going to be verified at the temple.

There is no or very superficial checking on Balaji – unless you are damn unlucky you will not be caught.

[2] Yeah, they provide some free food, free water and toilet facility; which is a good idea. The problem is every time they bring food people rush to choke the food center and since they take more than what they can consume, there was big wastage of food and a lot of people never get food. The other good thing is cleanliness; hourly cleaning people come and clean the place.

CONTINUED…
PART 1, PART 3

RWNV 1: Kabala of Kabini

Rover, Wanderer, Nomad, Vagabond Part 1: Kabala of Kabini

(This article runs into 3 parts. Links to PART 2, PART 3)

Travelling is not my hobby. I have high inertia – even the thought of travel makes me feel bad in my stomach. But to maintain sane image, I rarely deny a proposal of an adventurous trip offered – no matter how bitterly I loathe the idea of carrying my dead body up to the hill. So last six weeks I was either busy in planning and organizing tour or touring.

Life was calm and crappy as usual in 7 bar 1* – the only round the clock shit-smelling paying guest house of ours, until I had got an enthusiastic call on June 17, 2008 from home that they were planning to visit me in Chennai. I was missing my mom too, but the amount of work involved in making their comfortable stay in Chennai was daunting, especially when you are a bachelor and your options are constraint by limitation on expense. I made few shameful excuses, few facts about availability of a proper staying place – It came out that they were ready to manage by their own. I realized that I shouldn’t let them down. And I started searching a rental place to accommodate my family. It turned out a costly deal to me, but I was happy that, at least, pre-requisites were done.

(* ‘7 bar 1’ was the place where I used to live earlier to July 1, 2008. ‘7 bar 1’ is nothing but the address of the place which is 7/1 Annanagar)

On July 1^st, I with Syed and Kannan had shifted to the new place, this shifting period of next 10 days were hectic. And, in the mean time, family visit plan kept on canceling and rebuilding. And finally, when they made a concrete plan to visit on 16^th July, 2008 – I realized that we have an official tour plan from 17 – 25^th of July. Family visit had been shifted to start from 27^th of July.

I am going to comment on places that I have visited. You should just ignore the stuffs that you do not like about the place because I don’t like travelling, anyway.

Kabini (Mysore): Kabini is a place close to Mysore - rich with natural diversities. 

We stayed in Kabini River Lodge – a government owned 24 hour stay picnic-cum-safari arrangement - quite good for people with fat wallet. It is like any other green jungle nearby a water pocket modified to get post-civilization humans a feel of jungle without losing civil-values (like, they exist!).

CONTINUED…
PART 2, PART 3

B.U.F.Y. 11: THE END?

Baby, Uncle and the Final Year (B.U.F.Y.) 11: THE END?
Links for Part1, Part2, Part3, Part4, Part5, Part6, Part7, Part8, Part9, Part10
[This is the last part of the series]

F**k you Tavant Technologies: Tavant Technologies is one of the worst things that ever happened to me – they are one big cheat. On 27^th of April they informed us that our joining date is December the 10^th, which means six months of unemployment – or in other words, they were saying that they have hired us but they aren’t capable to pay us so we should get out in the market searching another job for ourselves.

There are many aspects of this organization which I knew from my different sources inside Tavant at the time.

1. Their major (perhaps only) client which accounted for 70% of the revenue had pulled off their project from Tavant.
   
   
2. At the point of out recruitment, a wave of resignation was dominating inside Tavant. Their recruitment spree was a fail-safe, or may be a show off.
   
   
3. They didn’t have the courtesy to respond to our queries.
   
   
4. HRM never talked to our Training and Placement in-charge, in fact, they rudely behaved with Professor Sinha. Professor had got pissed off but he couldn’t ban the organization from Training and Placement. I do not understand this. Perhaps it was heavy load of getting higher placement percentage or ignorance or lack of gut, which refrain him from blacklisting Tavant. All we could get out of him is ‘wish you all the very best in your future endeavors’ which I readily translated into ‘guys, see I have thousands of other important things to do than cleaning the mess that you have made. Go get yourself something that suits you and get off my back. I, hereby, declare my surrender.’
   ‘You are lesser of the two evils, sir. Thank you for not wasting our time.’ I thought.
   
   
5. When we came down to Bangalore, we met this really friendly employee of the company who advised us that we are luckier not to join the company.
   

And for my miserable sixty days, I will never forgive Tavant Technologies.

See you Kgp: May 10, 2007, I was a winner. My presentation was one of the best and my guide was personally congratulated by the invited invigilator. After presentation my guide called and congratulated me for a really great presentation and asked me whether I would like to work more on the project and get it published in technical journal? I denied. Had you asked me, one day before this day, about my professor, I would have told you he one of those non-believers who thought students can never do anything worthwhile. But now, he kept on appraising and I melted.

Throughout Kharagpur’s life, I have been blaming this institute for the reason that except for the days of Robotics events, my life was too static there – doing nothing, there was nothing else that kept me interested there. I was one of those guys who dragged the years of their higher education second by second, or may be millisecond by millisecond. Still, leaving Kgp was a painful experience. Once it was decided that we have to leave, we were fractioning every second to get the maximum out of it. We were trying to pull the sun hard to prevent the end of each remaining day. But then one day, no one knows when it came, we were moving out. To my disbelief, it hurt.

Ask me three best things in IIT Kharagpur. I would say,

1. Central Library: The richest library, I have ever seen. I was in absolute love with this place from the first day when I saw it and the love kept on growing. Anything and everything, you can get on pages, were there. Muse yourself, explore anything you want, surprise yourself. It is one of the least utilized resources of IIT Kharagpur. Majority of Kgp think that it is good for nothing, I certainly couldn’t convince them but neither could they to me.
   
   
2. Robotics: I had this wish to own one of my R2D2 robot. Frustrated as anyone with that kind of wish could be, when he comes to Kgp to find a white elephant namely, iLab which runs IIT’s robotics society headed by a know nothing Tuglaq – Prof. CS Kumar. It is one of the examples of how bad an organization can become when its values are rotten by student politics of accruing certificate for doing nothing but praising seniors and professors; and whose sources of inspiration, the professors involved, are busy in self appraisal. It reminds me Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Gilderoy Lockhart from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
   
   I was lucky enough to find two really serious guys who were damn interested in Robotics and extremely hard working. They were confident of making a robo-servant, R2D2. I feel myself really blessed to have them with me. They are G. Vijaysagar and Kiran C. I admire them.
   
   It used to be high time for us; once the problem for institute’s national level robotics competition problem is out. It is, usually, start of November when we start thinking, January is full of work and excitement. February start is anxious because we used to have only a few days to the competition. And somehow we would manage to finish our robot by the day and have something, really, to be proud of.
   
   We started from 2^nd year failed to even make a working robot this time, learnt it a very hard way of failures. We were at a point of being breaking off after this failure, but then situation stabilized when we did some projects and participated in some other robotics events. Finally, got prepared to win the 1^st prize the next year and then again next year.
   
   I used to resurrect in every November to die again in coming February from 2^nd year to 4^th year.
   Amazing days… huh, all I wanted to do is to make a team with my wing-mates but they had other priorities – I was a dreamer.
   
   I still am.
   
   
3. LAN: Hardly anyone can deny that Local Area Network (LAN) was one of the list toppers for everyone’s ‘Things I miss after IIT Kharagpur’ list. It was alive, dynamic. Like the library, anything that you can wish for a computer can hold, is there on the LAN.
   
   Aladdin must be jealous of IIT Kharagpur’s LAN. For everything, Kgp is dedicated to the service of Nation but the LAN. LAN is dedicated to service of the students, in all possible ways.
   MOTD: Bow to the mighty little green Dinosaur.

E for enjoy Electronic City: June 2007, with the clear picture that Tavant had screwed us, Uncle and I were calculating our chances of getting a job in next 30 days. Later we knew that we were wrong with our initial assumption of 30 days.

It was 06:30 PM at Electronic City, Nihar and GP were back from their office. Uncle and I were sitting on the Hall bed waiting of their question what we did that day (for job search). I was frustrated because I knew that we did nothing that could assure them that I had moved one step ahead in the quest of my job search. And they did ask. I was thirteen year old again and my father asking how I managed to fail in History. Although, in both the cases, they were thinking the best for me, but I felt like micro organism being viewed with single weak naked eyes of a giant from over the universe. And just then, my phone rang, I ran to the roof with the mobile. It was fierce wind with drizzling. Opposing wind, then, felt like saying that everything is against me.

I clicked to pick the phone, the first few letters that spilled out of the receiver, were ‘Student life is over, dude!’ It was Saumya Kant Sahoo, trying to make me realize that the time has come to put off the pink glasses. It was more a sort of irritating babble which followed this line and I, really, never cared what he said after this line. It was a sort of chanting that had started running into my mind – out of my control – ‘Student life is over, dude!’

Standing on the roof of the four storied building, sky grayed with depressed watery clouds, with cold wind to trying to throw me out of the roof, lights in neighborhood coming alive one by one, the balloon at e-Inn and I were strongly in conflict with the environment with our (balloon and me) feet steady on the ground (assuring each other) and then, suddenly, the surrounding buildings started shattering down one by one as someone had put a mass destruction plan all over Electronic City and here it goes, as end scene of the movie ‘Fight Club’, with loud heavy guitar with lyrics
‘ With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind ...’

……. End of the Series …….

B.U.F.Y. 5 : My Girl vs Your Girl

Uncle and Girls vs. Baby and Girls:
Link for Part1, Part2, Part3, Part4 (Links to future parts will be available in comments)

[Please donot ask for real identities]

We were guys without guts; I mean I am sure for me at least. So there are three kinds of cowards. One is Uncle Type, who can talk to girls but nothing more or less than academics. Second is Baby Type, who can talk to girl and help them but it is more like brotherly talk and brotherly help. Third is My Type, the females whom he can talk are found in two categories, one Motherly category which contains his Mom only and other, Sister category which contains his sibling sisters.

Baby and Uncle had this habit of throwing mud on each-other while talking about the others girl-repelling power. I will just put it point-wise. Usually this discussion goes very long.

Uncle and Girls:

1. Got one hot Librarian who lived in Lucknow where Uncle was living at that time. Uncle used to go in the same train as her. Happen to talk her – may be two times. Never had guts to invite her for a coffee.
   A lot of push from Baby and my side made him to invite her to his room on our Hall’s Day. (We don’t know the truth whether he actually invited her.)Uncle for the first time in his CGE life cleaned the room and hid all the unsocial stuffs.
   She never came.
2. Got another chance on a hottie (Uncle, you son of a bi*ch!) from Chandigarh. Uncle single handedly persuaded her father to make sure the girl takes admission in Biotech Dept IIT Kharagpur.
   Uncle succeeded and perhaps the girl showed some tinny-tiny interested in Uncle. But Uncle remained “friendly.”
   This story will be discussed again during this sequence.

Baby and Girls:

1. Baby is too brotherly to girls. Unlike screw minded people like me, Baby has different POV. Not much to talk, he found out a sister who were kind enough to send him gifts and home-made sweets.
   Good for him, yet Uncle never left a chance to tease Baby that he missed a chance. (I call it Atom Bomb, whenever Baby dominates in ‘Uncle could not get a girl friend’ discussion. Uncle drops it and the discussion stops with sour taste at the end.)
2. When Baby came back from his summer trip to Saharanpur in 2006, he came with blush. Something fishy was apparent. Especially when he started denying that he had a girlfriend and started talking long hours on phone.
   The activity was traceable on Orkut. But again, it was like drinking water from black well with a straw (capillary).

We were the great losers in this arena. Lately Uncle started ‘Orkut Hunt’ but it was futile.

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Thanks to esta.sketch for the illustration.

B.U.F.Y . 2: Baby, Uncle and Bike

B.U.F.Y: Baby Uncle and the Fifth Year Part 2

Link to Part1

Uncle’s Promise

Summer end, end of June. It was quite hot out. T came to Baby’s room to take them (Uncle and Baby) with him for lunch. Out of the blue, discussion about Bengali vs. non-Bengali started. (We start it almost every time when we find someone who can easily be irritated by the sensitivity of the topic. Bad we!) Discussion quickly took a form of serious altercation and soon it became more like a one on one challenge game.

T started shouting out his frustration, ‘Loda dikha! Loda Dikha!’ [Show your tool.]

Uncle, who was fully charged by the time, challenged back, ‘only if you’ll show your buns!’

‘OK!’

Uncle pulled his lower down even before T could finish his words.
Now, it was T’s turn, who was sensible enough to shout back and left the room.

Baby, who was only a viewer till now, suddenly came to life and realized something highly immoral, unethical, devilish and nasty event had just taken place in his room and that too in presence of gods (He was a theist). He started chanting ‘Are baap re!’ [Oh my God!]

He pushed Uncle out of the room, cleaned the room (Although they did not make anything dirty, it was Baby’s own feeling of insanitation). He put some scented stick, sprinkled holy water (Ganga Jal), asked for pardon from the gods and took a bath.

This incident gave Uncle a way to maul T whenever and wherever he used to see him. He enjoyed this for a long time.
(Based on description given by Uncle, Baby and T)

Baby, Bike and Uncle’s Fear

Actually the headline should be Baby and Bike, Uncle and Bike and Baby and Uncle. Anyway, here the story.

Baby (who did not have a girlfriend) got a bike so that whenever we miss Chhedi's, we can reach there in no time and effort (We did not go to the classes, anyway). But the big, twisted Q was: Baby did not know how to ride a bike. WTF!? Who was going to take this life threatening job to teach him? Uncle took the lead and within a couple of days, Baby was able to ride his bike with hiccups and few weeks later, smoothly.

Now, Baby started picking Uncle on his riding skills. He used to mimic Uncle. He used to make a posture as if he was riding bike and then shakes his hands (which were supposed to gripping bike’s handle) vigorously with his eyes wide open and concentrating as if riding at 120 miles/hour while (he shouts) actual speed was 20 kmph.

And the second point (I support it) that Baby used to make was that whenever a road turn comes, Uncle becomes queasy. Even if the bike inclines just 3 degrees from the vertical, Uncle grips the driver as tight as if he is going to plunge the flesh out of the rider’s body. He tries to push the driver in a way to make him vertical again.

Uncle had nothing to argue, he would just say, ‘I taught you bike riding!’

Baby, Uncle and the Final Year (BUFY): 1 Introduction

Baby, Uncle and the Final Year: Part 1 (BUFY 1: Introduction)
This story is divided into parts. This is part 1.

June started with Nema leaving the institute, and thus ending the list of closest friends that I have ever had in the campus. It was bizarre to realize that most of the closest friends of mine were in four year courses. I calculated how much aloof am I going to feel in next 10 months. Pretty Aloof – I thought.

I had these three aliens in my wing; each had its own way to alienate itself. Moving left to right in the order their dorms appear, first is Uncle. This guy remembers our first meeting like this (He acts it too.)

[Scene: 1st Year, Someday Dinner time, JCB Mess some discussion about fairness of SN Hall girls is going on. Surroundings are like Chappal Gang is beating one of its own members and relishing on their own foolish uniqueness]

Someone: (being skeptical) How come these SN girls are so ‘white’?

I: That is because they eat a lot of Safedi (Whitener / White substance).

That is all what he can remember of me!

Then the other guy: Lamboo. Lamboo was the least preferred acquaintance that I would ever like to have. Causes are many but one of best is perhaps his unique art to take you into trust and betray you. I really admire this skill. But this kind of skill you really like in yourself, not in your friends. On top of that, he was a kleptomaniac. I did not want to loose my music system.

And finally, this really friendly guy: Baby. Baby was way too friendly that he almost always becomes dependent on his friends. And they obviously exploit this nature to the extent they can.

It was unappealing to befriend the three. So I started my initiative of making friends elsewhere. I started making my places in already developed friend circles (these circles are like cult. Secluded with each other. A circle member talk within their circle. But I was an intruder anyway, so I select when to go to which circle). I was much involved with RP-CTW, Vixy’s Maggu group, Shubhang Band Party and Maths and compu junta.

But unlike any other, I enjoyed the new relationships with Uncle and Baby. I really miss each single moment with them – with all the stupidity and ups and downs. Here I would like to share a few of them.

These stories may contain sprinkle of foul language, but believe me, the description is dead without all those adjectives. I apologize in advance, if I happen to make anyone feel bad. It is not one of my intentions. All the characters are real.

This story would run in parts here are the bullets I have decided to write on.

Baby, Uncle and Bike
  Uncle’s Promise
  Baby, Bike and Uncle’s Fear

Blue Pill - Red Pill
  Bike and Lamboo’s curse
  Baby’s Gate Score
  Uncle’s Dilemma: GATE crossed but no scholarship

Brain Thief -- Phone Thief
  Baby and Guide’s Chaos
  Uncle, Lamboo and Flip-Flop phone

My Girl vs Your Girl
  Uncle and Girls vs Baby and Girls

Betrayal near Chhedi's
  Uncle and Tanul Mehta
  Gandi Maggi, Naale ka Kinara, Chhediz and the Cow before the Train

Deja-vu, Premonition and Eventuality
  Placement session and déjà-vu
  Jan 1st, James Bond, Nagina and Non-sense
  Tavant Drama

Secrets Unveiled
  Dharmu and My confession
  Bangalore dream and Supremo’s Extinction Plan
  Baby and Suku-Suku

Close Encounters of The Third Kind
  Uncle’s Bear Bottle Bottom-up
  Uncle, Baby, Kgp’s Psycho and all about ‘Indian Flag on Mars’

Ready to Fly, Ready to Fight
  Dhoti, Kurta and Bang-Bang
  Uncertain goodbye

The End?!
  Fuck you Tavant Technologies
  See you Kgp
  E for enjoy Electronic City

Pink Floyd : My Favorites

I love Pink Floyd, the way they make songs are like a live conversation between lyrics and your brain / soul. Here is a list of my favorites of Pink Floyd, but this is only a small minority of my Floyd-favorites. Listen it live.

Bothering about lyrics? Don't worry just click on the links given below the player, they will take you to the lyrics of the song listed on the page without interrupting your listening. (And you can come back to player by clicking nearest ^TOP link)

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Brain Damage
Time
Comfortably Numb
Eclipse
Us and Them
Coming Back to Life
Speak to Me
Pigs on the Wing (Part One)
Pigs on the Wing (Part Two)
Another Brick in the Wall
Money
Hey You

Brain Damage (Waters) 3:50

The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

"I can't think of anything to say except...
I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"

^TOP

Time
(Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour) 7:06

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

^TOP

Comfortably Numb (Gilmour, Waters) 6:49

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now,
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

O.K.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good.
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

^TOP

Eclipse (Waters) 2:04

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."

^TOP

Us and Them (Waters, Wright) 7:40

Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.

"I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off
lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners
don't cost nothing do they, eh?"

Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.

^TOP

Coming Back to Life

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me

While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime

I took a heavenly ride through our silence

I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And I headed straight..into the shining sun

^TOP

Speak to Me (Mason) 1:16

"I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands..."

"I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most of us...very hard to explain why you're mad, even if you're not mad..."

(Instrumental)

Breathe
(Waters, Gilmour, Wright) 2:44

Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don't be afraid to care.
Leave but don't leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.

^TOP

Pigs on the Wing (Part One) (Waters) 1:24

If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.

^TOP

Pigs on the Wing (Part Two) (Waters) 1:27

You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.
So I don't feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.

^TOP

Another Brick in the Wall Part 1 (Waters) 3:41

Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
Snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, what'd'ja leave behind for me?!?
All in all it was just a brick in the wall.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.

"You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy!"

Another Brick in the Wall Part 2 (Waters) 3:56

We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

"Wrong, Do it again!"
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you
have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"
"You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!"

Another Brick in the Wall Part 3 (Waters) 1:17

[Sound of many TV's coming on, all on different channels]
"The Bulls are already out there"
Pink: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh!"
"This Roman Meal bakery thought you'd like to know."

I don't need no arms around me
And I dont need no drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Don't think I need anything at all.
No! Don't think I'll need anything at all.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall.

^TOP

Money (Waters) 6:32

Money, get away.
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
Money, it's a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team.

Money, get back.
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a hit.
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.

Money, it's a crime.
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today.
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away.

"HuHuh! I was in the right!"
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
"I certainly was in the right!"
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a
bruising!"
"Yeah!"
"Why does anyone do anything?"
"I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"
"I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"

^TOP

Hey You (Waters) 4:39

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, standing in the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

[Click of TV being turned on]
"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started"
"Isnt it unsafe to travel at night?"
"It'll be a lot less safe to stay here. You're father's gunna pick up our trail before long"
"Can Loca ride?"
"Yeah, I can ride... Magaret, time to go! Maigret, thank you for everything"
"Goodbye Chenga"
"Goodbye miss ..."
"I'll be back"

^TOP

Hebbagodi Chronicle

As in most of the stories where one fights against odds, everyone extends his help to the limit they can and after a lot of bad happenings we know that finally all of this is going to be all right The Story had its work done, it succeeded in keeping you in illusion that the world is greener than it is. But what you are going to read is frustrating tale. of failures. It doesn't always happen in the way you know it should.

Prologue: It was final semester of final year, we (Friends and I) were placed. Every one had plans to try for off-campus, just in case they might get a better job but no one was doing it in action. April 27, 2007 was the day when after five months of confirmation of my job at Tavant Technologies, Bangalore, they send a mail to all of those who were selected by the company, saying joining will be in December 2007. (That means you are unemployed for next six months, no compensation, no experience.)

We did everything that we could to prepone the joining date, but nothing happened. With a lot of hope and expectation we left Kharagpur to Bangalore to live at a place named Hebbagodi with Nihar, GP and Pankaj. It was like going home.

I thought it would be better to have few rules for lucid going in Bangalore:
Rule#1: I would have no opinion. Perhaps It's the time to listen.
Rule#2: Do no evil.
Rule#3: No more 'No' for few days . Let's see how all 'Yes' works.

Day#0 - Day#1: (May 26, 2007) Quite odd. 'Are they same wing-mates who I knew a year before?' was the first question. Yes, they are the same good and loving. 'But Am I?'

Day#2: Apurv and I walked some three KMs to find a slow net connectivity cyber cafe with 'god knows how working' computers. Registered to all available job sites, forums and groups.

Day#3: Sterling Commerce Test. We just under estimated it. Blown it happily as if we were going to get such chances in plenty. huh!

Day#4: Took Bus to go to same cyber cafe. Very enthusiastic with the hope of call from few dozens of companies for test, if not interview. Hundeds of mails. Opened curiously just to find all of them were crap. Cold ran through my spine. Did we miss the best chance.

Day#5: Took Bus to cyber cafe. wishing to get few calls. Returned frustrated.

Day#6 to Day#15: Realized the mistake of taking test lightly. Apurv had started smoking three cigarettes a day. I was on my knees.

Day#10: Met HR Tavant technologies, Mr. Ashish Thomas Sam. Requested. Requested again and again; and eventually it started look like begging. Ashish said not a word that could give me a single ray of hope and things went below dignity when we found that there was a minority in selected ones who would be joining the company in some 25 days.

I decided not to join the company at the spot. I can't live in a company that selects people based on same criterion (same test, GD and 2 rounds of interview) and doesn't treat them equally. It is not meritocracy. Go to Hell!

Day#16 to day# 21: Standard Chartered. They were needed brains with fresh ideas for the post of "thought leaders". I liked the idea. I love thinking alternates and untouched. Three rounds of interview. Then they lost contact, with me and with the HR consultancy. Hopeless again. One more nail to coffin. Started calling HRs directly, only to find all they need is 2+ yrs of experience market is full with freshers.

Prepared core Java by heart. Read and experimented with JDBC, Servlet, JSP, JBeans, RMI, Swing, Collections. Re-re-read C++. Re-re-re-..-read C. Cleared all doubts in RDBMS, OOP, DOM. And familiarize with Eclipse.

Day#22 - Day#30: Took Subex Azure test with thousands other. Result wasn't disclosed until next 40 days, waiting only to know that I have a face to face interview with them in Bangalore when I had return back home. Sad.

Day#31: OnMobile. It had become dream company now. We were flat on the floor with our nose constantly digging the ground at every breadth we were taking. Failed again! No excuse this time. I was a failure.

This day I have lost my motive to continue fighting. I was missing home more than ever in my life. Wanted to exit or perhaps, to shave every single hair on my body.

I became uninterested. Very much ready to join Tavant in December or IBM Bhubaneswar before December.

Day#32 to Day#47: I was out of my mind. Started re-calling HRs. And calling new ones and mailing and re-mailing. Apurv started smoking 4 cigarettes a day.

Telephonic interview with One-I systems, they would call me a week later.

Day#48: Apurv got places in a start-up Einstix. I was an orphan now. Pity Kitty.

Day#49: Probably, no-one knows it better than Nihar (except me) what was going on my mind.

Day#50-Day#60: Calling, mailing, walking, watching clouds, missing mom. Uninterested. Waking up and sleeping, just because everyone around me and everyone not around me were so caring that these things were essential.

Telephonic interview with One-I systems' client Intedo Corp(USA)'s co-founder, they would contact me later.

Day#61: GE interview for a Mechanical Engineer cum Java developer was so much matching with my profile that after telephonic interview they called me for face to face interview. Interview was more than excellent. I was knowing more than they were asking. Hoping animmediate offer. No Luck.

Day#62: Accepted my fate. Would go back. Fight is over. I lost. "Will be back home as soon as possible" I kept chanting.

Day#63 - Day#66: Kept my 'go back' idea secret.

Day#67 (August 1, 2007): Usually, at this point, stories has a words like 'happy' and 'winning'. This story would take just half of it - 'I was tired and happy.'

Epilogue: After reaching home I was happy but not calm. Seven days later I've got call from One-I that they hired me. I kept this news secret from everyone other than my family. I didn't care about people who were so close and so helpful in the worst time of my life - my wing-mates and my friends, they are as close to my heart as my family. I should have told them and end their misery at least ten days earlier, but I am an idiot. Or probably cold. I don't know. Now, my name is commonly used in place of selfish.
_________________________________________________

Author: Nishant Neeraj. Free to quote.

Disclaimer: Writer is a free thinker and the script is his personal view.

Genre: Real story based, Drama, Documentary, IIT Kharagpur
Type: Personal View
Language: English
Category: For ALL age group
Place and Time: Chennai, One-I. September 2, 2007

To be blown out

[Probably, it's an urban poetry]


What am I thinking?

I've messed up last project evaluation as bad as one can't imagine.

I have to give a demo presentation in two hours.

I have slept 4 hours yesterday.

I feel sleepy... and probably take a nap for one hour after listening some of Pink Floyd's depressants.

Am I afraid?

betcha! I am.

failure has become too frequent to refrain myself thinking about it.

Frustration?

... is a state of mind I, currently, am in.

You have things to do, you know you can do it, you have drive (drive to finish it so that I can go Home -> as my elder sister says.)

But you don't do. It is not lethargy, laziness or sloth.

It is SATURATION.

I AM SATURATED WITH FAILURES
LEFT WITH NO EXPECTATION FROM THIS PLACE (IIT KHARAGPUR)
I NEED A FRESH START.
I Want to end IIT Kharagpur chapter asap.

... let time to end it, I won't.


--------------------------------------
Stanzas written in dejection near temple.
May 9, 2007. 2:00 PM. IIT Kharagpur. India

Democracy Version 2.0

BEWARE! DEMOCRACY VERSION 2.0 BETA AHEAD

It is probably the human nature or democratic system, which makes us to do it in the easiest way possible, no matter whether it is good or bad; and then to blame it in later stages when we find that it has gone not the way we wanted. I am talking about voting power.

Weeks ago we had institute level election for the post of student representatives for vice-president, sport heads, social-and-cultural events heads and many other. The process was supposed to be like candidates prove their validity (basic criterion like semesters cleared, eligibility for candidateship etc.) then candidates go campaigning about their ideas and meet students (voters) to clarify their doubts and take feedback, then a fair election is conducted by ‘the system.’

However, this is not exactly what happens in reality. In last five years at IIT Kharagpur, I’ve realized campaigns are meant only for first year students, who are kept in separate hostel for first year and are most unpredictable. So, what about rest of 90 percent of population, you may ask. The answer is that their votes are fixed. From second year onwards students are shifted permanently in senior hostels (they are equally distributed in six hostels) and each hostel has some “pally” with few other hostels. It is a quid-pro-quo system where some hostel heads talk to each other about ‘which post’s candidate from which hostel’ and shooo; the magic has been done; now, no campaign for senior hostels and all concentration on dumb-bombs, that is first years.

So, we do all kind of stuffs, parties and provide all kind of unrealistic offers and dreams (almost same as our real life Neta ji does.) to get the maximum out of them. And on the D day, each hostel resident is informed by hostel's stud guys (except 1st year hostel students) to vote for the pallied candidates of the hostel. Residents (second year and onwards students) are informed to vote to number 2 for VP, no. 1 for G.Sec. sports, no. 4 for this, number 2 for that and so on; which is the serial numbers of ‘pallied’ candidates of that hostel on the voting sheet.

Mostly, we think, what’s the problem, after all no candidate met me, I know no one's plan and I don’t like attending soap-boxes where they put their proposal, and seniors and previous post holders ask as unrealistic and out of context question as Indian Police ask to an innocent when they have to prove him guilty. Thinking this, one comes to the conclusion that choosing a donkey instead of the other makes no alteration in the situation; and anyway, they all are nothing but a number to a non-stud guy.

So, here I am, no.2 for VP checked, no. 1 for GSec checked and no. X for Y checked – never caring about their name.

Result, almost, gets clear days before the election. It is the candidate of hostel-X wins because hostel X has pally with hostel A, B, C and D while candidate of hostel-Y looses as hostel has pally with E and F only. Moreover candidates of hostels A, B, C and D also win because of pally among them and pally with hostel X.

Same story goes for hostel student representative election with one minor modification in pally, now pally is among different wings of the hostel instead of pally among different hostels. And so the neat and clean arrangement goes undisturbed forever.

Probably, weak student representation in the institute is one of the ill-effect of this tradition of voting system. So, now, our VP can arrange cheap laptops for us but he cannot put a strong protest for heavy student intake in the institute which is causing rapture of infrastructure at every seam.

On a second thought I find we are a part of mistake too, but we prefer living in cozy rooms than knowing and if possible, making a change in the system.

© Copyrighted Nishant Neeraj. Ask before quote.

Disclaimer: Writer is a free thinker and the script is his personal view.

Genre: Real story based, Drama, Fun, Documentary
Type: Personal View
Language: English
Category: For ALL age group
Place and Time: IIT Kharagpur. April 14, 2007. 07:58 in evening

Odd into Odd

Odd into Odd: Life’s Unfair, get used to it.

Life isn’t a mathematical equation. Neither, it follows precise laws. There are odd situations when you are going through harsh times and everything goes exactly opposite as you would have think of to go to. But it gets worst when you find something very peculiar during the course of odd time; surely, the peculiarity would have been enjoying if everything had fallen into place but now it becomes an irony. A sick joke by your brain to your brain and oddly enough your brain is also supposed to be enjoying it – a psyche game.

Obviously, those who haven’t had such moments it must be pretty weird to imagine it. Sure enough if you have never given an interview, you can never have odd experience of not getting your eyes off the bra stripe which just peeped out of your women interviewer’s low cut shirt, at the time when you have messed everything up and a rescue mission (or more concentration on the words spoken) is required.

Clearly, in our lives odd into odd doesn’t make even.

I am going to describe one of such moment to you. It didn’t happen very far in past. In last semester during my project presentation, I was overconfident because I find everything so right that could not be any better. I have worked hard; at least harder than most of the students. I used to have frequent meetings with my guide. And everything was going too melodious to believe until Murphy [1] entered.

It was my project presentation and most of them including me would have never seen any worse presentation than this one. And irony was that when I was under trial (presenting my project) my brain was wondering on Pink Floyd’s ‘The Trial’ song. That wasn’t so bad, was it? It wasn’t over yet. I was correlating each part of my trial with the different pieces of the song. And finally I was doomed down by everything but imagination. At the end of the presentation when everyone was cursing me to ruin their precious IITian time, I was reciting Bill Gates [2] quote, “Life is unfair get used to it.”

Here is the original screenplay on my psyche stage. :)

[I suggest you to listen the song first, and then read the screenplay to enjoy it 100%.]

Title: The Trial

Music and Lyrics: Pink Floyd

Direction: Psyche

Characters:

Myself as the accused / prisoner

Professors as Jury

Students as chorus and audience in court room

Guide as the schoolmaster

Stage: My Brain.
-----------------------

Audience: (On lousy presentation.)

Good morning, The Worm, Your Honour,
The Crown will plainly show,
The prisoner who now stands before you,
Was caught red-handed showing feelings.
Showing feelings of an almost human nature.

Jury: (On why the presentation was so lousy.)

This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!

Schoolmaster: (Insisting I met him on fairly rare occasion and he kept warning me of such a fate.)

I always said he'd come to no good,
In the end, Your Honour.
If they'd let me have my way,
I could have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied.The bleeding hearts and artists,
Let him get away with murder. (Murder implies lousy presentation, bad project outcome)
Let me hammer him today.

Audience:

Crazy.
Toys in the attic, I am crazy.
Truly gone fishing.

Prisoner: (defending myself by informing them that the work had never been tried before)

They must have taken my marbles away.
Crazy.Toys in the attic, he is crazy.

Jury : (Furiously)

You little shit, you're in it now.
I hope they throw away the key.

Schoolmaster: (along with Jury)

You should've talked to me more often than you did.
But no! You had to go your own way.
Have you broken any homes up lately?

One of the polite Jury: (Showing excessive favor)

Just five minutes, Worm, Your Honour,
Him and me alone.Baaaaaabe!
Come to Mother, baby.
Let me hold you in my arms.
M'Lord, I never meant for him to get in any trouble.
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm, Your Honour, let me take him home.

Prisoner: (Now, yielding over excessive pressure and unexpected incidents.)

Crazy.
Over the rainbow, I am crazy.
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall.
For when I came in.
Crazy.

Audience and Jury: (Happy on Prisoner’s acceptance.)

Over the rainbow, he is crazy.

Jury: (Dictating to work harder next time and giving me worst grade possible)

The evidence before the court is incontravertible.
There's no need for the jury to retire.
In all my years of judging I have never heard before,
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother, (Replace wife and mother with Guide and IIT emblem)
Fills me with the urge to deficate!
No, Judge, the jury!
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
Tear down the wall!

The End

[1] Murphy law says when everything seems too perfect you must have overlooked something.

[2] Bill Gates CEO Microsoft Inc.

[3] Lyrics source http://www.lyrics007.com

© Copyrighted Nishant Neeraj. Ask before quote.

Disclaimer: Writer is a free thinker and the script is his personal view.

Genre: Real story based, Drama, Fun, Personal
Type: Personal View
Language: English
Category: For ALL age group
Place and Time: IIT Kharagpur. March 28, 2007. 09:00 in morning.

Breathe

Breathe by Pink Floyd.
I love it.
I love Pink Floyd.
Especially when time gets tough and I become down and out.
Sympathy is an extravaganza in modern world and the kind of soothe their songs provide to me
can loosely assumed to be the closest thing to sympathy.

Here is the lyrics.

"Breathe"

Breathe, breathe in the air

Don't be afraid to care

Leave but don't leave me

Look around and chose your own ground

For long you live and high you fly

And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry

And all you touch and all you see

Is all your life will ever be

Run, run rabbit run

Dig that hole, forget the sun,

And when at last the work is done

Don't sit down it's time to dig another one

For long you live and high you fly

But only if you ride the tide

And balanced on the biggest wave

You race toward an early grave.


- Pink Floyd (Dark Side Of The Moon)

Virginity, Envy, Boob 'n' Lalu Yadav

All I wanted was to create an exciting blog with some masala name yet matching with my personality. During my psycho state of earning money online I got fooled by this website to post as much as blogs per day as you can in order to reach at top 100 top bloggers who would be paid. And they will be selected every month. (See the story.)

I started posting using this blog-name, ‘Virginity, Envy, Boob and Lalu Prasad Yadav which I explained later in that blog. Here I am posting it again.

Virginity, Envy, Boob and Lalu Prasad Yadav Explained

You think it quite whacky and cheap title.
hmm. Yeah. It is cheap but whacky... no way.
Here is how

1. Why Virginity? Ask any 22 year old virgin boy what he thinks in every ten seconds; the reply would be uniquely constant. It is about VIRGINITY. (I can't say anything about girls. Hey girls out there can you give me some info on this?)

Be it a cool walk in a garden, be it a shopping mall, be it his conversation with his teacher about his lagging in the class, be it a job interview or be it train’s toilet; the brain constantly pinging virginity tab at every 10 seconds or less.

So it controls large processing time of my brain and hence a large part of my writings.

2. Why Envy? I envy. I love envying people. It gives me creativity and others good chunk of bad and vulgar masala about a third person.

I am in search of creative form of envy. I think I have got one.

3. Why Boob? Yeah that’s what exactly I thought when I first faced this word. Boob mean female breast. Interesting? But no; what I am going to tell you about Boob would add fan of this word.

I typed Boob in Word Web dictionary pressed enter (Obviously, in search of more vulgar meaning and more tasty synonymous slang.) here is what I found:

Noun: boob
1. An ignorant or foolish person

2. Either of two soft fleshy milk-secreting glandular organs on the chest of a woman

Verb: boob
1. Commit a faux pas or a fault or make a serious mistake

[WordWeb.info]

Wow. I love it. I love word sin. Boob is sin. I am a fool, Boob is fool. I am a virgin. Hell! Boobs do have something to do with virgins.

4. Why Lalu Prasad Yadav? I admire Lalu Prasad Yadav for whatever he is. I dont know much about him. I don’t know general public opinion about him.

But I think himself as a creative person, a person who speaks WHATEVER HE WISH.

That is what I am going to do.
Write whatever I wish.

All Hail. Lalu Prasad Yadav, Zindabad - Zindagood.

Genre: 18+, Fiction, Fun, Personal
Type: Personal View
Language: English
Category: For 18+ age group
Place and Time: IIT Kharagpur. March 23, 2007, 10:45 in night.

Originally published at:

http://blogs.ibibo.com/naishe