This month had to be different, it had to be.....I had had some rather tough weeks and now this had to change......After a pathetic performance in my end-semz I wanted some place to crash and get my act together.....My skin allergy ,to god knows what, was trying its best to make things even worse.AND then the Mumbai attacks and the useless mails which followed saying WE NEED TO STAND UP AGAINST THESE ACTS, MAINTAIN UNITY and all that crap...In my opinion sending mails is a fake way to make it known that YES I CARE.....If you wanna STAND UP, join the army/bureaucracy/politics OR atleast make the minimum effort of casting your vote....
Anyways, went to Devlali again...Dad got promoted to the rank of a Brigadier...........He threw a grand party at the cantonment's club....THI as its called, serves some great bar-be-que....In my one month stay at Devlali I polished off atleast a dozen plates of this lip smacking thing....The party was great....Met some new people....Answered the same old questions ---- HOWZ LIFE AT IIT.......MY AUNTY'S COUSIN'S DAUGHTER IS DOING THIS FROM THERE,DO YOU KNOW HER................the food was great though.
My skin allergy....I know its too gross to discuss one's skin allergies but as it turns out, it was a psychological thing,as in this happens when you are plagued with loserdome(I made that word).....Parents got pissed off knowing about my not being in high spirits...Dad took me for a drink to THI and gave me some moral boost....Whether it improves me as person remains to be seen.
Momz learnt some new recipes as shez all set to do all those things which she wanted to do but couldnt because of Dee and me....her mashed potato was out of the world and the chocolate ice cream she made was better than any other ice cream that I've had.
Could not manage a girlfriend this time as well...God knows when this scarcity of female friends will end in my life....however I take back with me some compliments and some female attention as well...For the first time some one appreciated my sense of humor....MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
The session restarts on 31st december......what kind of sadist reopens the college on 31st December......Packed my bags and I'm off to KGP again.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Appearances deceive....Trust me they do
God is unfair....We all know that. You disagree?? Get lost !don't read my blog.
Hez really given us,the Indians , a shitty deal when it comes to appearances.....'
Hez given us big noses, a skin tone that neither puts us in the white nor in the cool black community, and cherry on the cake-hez covered us with hair, lots and lots of hair....
Gosh!! We are the hairiest people on Earth. I thought , for a guy ,to be hairy is so damn macho.But thanks to the gay communities and the fashionable dorks in the west, even guys have started waxing.I made a great decision after 10th. I decided IIT was the thing for me.This place is an absolute heaven for all those who know nothing of fashion.
What was the utility of giving a guy a particular appearance.I mean what exactly did God think of , when he was deciding the attributes of "human being". Was the appearance part, meant to convey something?If no, then why did God go for this appearance thingy.If appearances say nothing about the persona, why did God randomly gift someone with the Greek God looks and at the same time create utterly out of proportion people like who else...ME...
No matter how fiercely we disagree, we all develop ,to a certain extent, a prejudice on the basis of a particular person's appearance.Linsay Lohan looked like an angel on earth in her teeny films....I am sure all those real-life Cinderellas could identify with her. Reality.....She is a drug-addict,ill-tempered AND recently, she married her long time girlfriend.
So why did GOD screw it up for us and made it so easy for the chosen few?
I think God ,in his scheme of things, realised -"What do I do with EYES.....Lets make people look differently and load everyone with prejudices and make it really tough for the Ugly Bettyies and a cruise for the Angelina Jolie-ies......BUUUUUUUT...there is a catch....The good looking ones will have to work more to make true friends. Because they can't be sure if someone likes them only because they look good."
I am not really a hot-looker. In fact, with my recent hair fall and the extra kilos I gained this Puja, I am not really a treat for the eyes. The pimples do not help either. But despite of living not more than 3 years at any place in my life, I have made FRIENDS.
Enough of self-praise.The letter "I" appears 24 times in my sentence.
But more importantly, most of the friends that I made were people I didnt feel like talking to because I didnt like their appearances.In my department, there is this very irritating guy called Bishwakalyan Rath. He is not really a likeable person for the first few meetings, but 3 months into the dept. and we are good friends and rarely, very rarely , he comes up with good jokes as well.
So ladies and gentlemen...I am done with this.......Enough of these HOT,SEXY,IN people...I no longer care
Hez really given us,the Indians , a shitty deal when it comes to appearances.....'
Hez given us big noses, a skin tone that neither puts us in the white nor in the cool black community, and cherry on the cake-hez covered us with hair, lots and lots of hair....
Gosh!! We are the hairiest people on Earth. I thought , for a guy ,to be hairy is so damn macho.But thanks to the gay communities and the fashionable dorks in the west, even guys have started waxing.I made a great decision after 10th. I decided IIT was the thing for me.This place is an absolute heaven for all those who know nothing of fashion.
What was the utility of giving a guy a particular appearance.I mean what exactly did God think of , when he was deciding the attributes of "human being". Was the appearance part, meant to convey something?If no, then why did God go for this appearance thingy.If appearances say nothing about the persona, why did God randomly gift someone with the Greek God looks and at the same time create utterly out of proportion people like who else...ME...
No matter how fiercely we disagree, we all develop ,to a certain extent, a prejudice on the basis of a particular person's appearance.Linsay Lohan looked like an angel on earth in her teeny films....I am sure all those real-life Cinderellas could identify with her. Reality.....She is a drug-addict,ill-tempered AND recently, she married her long time girlfriend.
So why did GOD screw it up for us and made it so easy for the chosen few?
I think God ,in his scheme of things, realised -"What do I do with EYES.....Lets make people look differently and load everyone with prejudices and make it really tough for the Ugly Bettyies and a cruise for the Angelina Jolie-ies......BUUUUUUUT...there is a catch....The good looking ones will have to work more to make true friends. Because they can't be sure if someone likes them only because they look good."
I am not really a hot-looker. In fact, with my recent hair fall and the extra kilos I gained this Puja, I am not really a treat for the eyes. The pimples do not help either. But despite of living not more than 3 years at any place in my life, I have made FRIENDS.
Enough of self-praise.The letter "I" appears 24 times in my sentence.
But more importantly, most of the friends that I made were people I didnt feel like talking to because I didnt like their appearances.In my department, there is this very irritating guy called Bishwakalyan Rath. He is not really a likeable person for the first few meetings, but 3 months into the dept. and we are good friends and rarely, very rarely , he comes up with good jokes as well.
So ladies and gentlemen...I am done with this.......Enough of these HOT,SEXY,IN people...I no longer care
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Puja at Devlali
This Durga Puja I headed to my parents place in Devlali(where else?).Sis also had a break, so was pretty excited. The spoiler though was the 30 hour long journey from Kharagpur to Devlali, that made sure I wasn't able to sleep for 2 nights straight,with Dee in the same compartment it was getting boring by the hour .Reached Devlali at 2am.Mom and Dad were there.
They were in the Devlali Puja Committee. Spearheaded by the zealous Col Kallat and his wife,who also happen to be our neighbours , the decor was picture perfect. The flowers, the pandal everything looked just made for a grand wedding...... I mean even the civil puja organisers would have gone green ,had they seen the pandal. The pratima was well decorated as well.
However, more than the puja itself ,there are three things that make puja so special- new clothes, cultural prog. at night and of course bhog. This puja had all three in abundance.
Right from sashti, the cultural programs kick started. Sashti had the "local talent" , that is the cantonment people performing.All my three folks sang a song, and thanks to my mom,I was being asked to sing as well.I was like Do you want the people to go helter skelter?
Bhog on saptami was good.
We missed the magic show that evening.
Show on ashtami had some group, with some crappy name. Was it BOOM, Dhoom......I dont quite remember. They had the bollywood songs and men and women wearing weird pajamas and ganjis doing some zombie-meets-Mithun kinda dance. The compere had a perfect voice for doing advertisement campaigns for local hakims, with his signature JEE HAAN ,PEHLI BAAR AAPKE SAAMNE AA RAHE HAI. He claimed that even bollywood stars pay to see his performers dance, and I was like --FOR EXAMPLE?? They had some "famous" comedian from laughter challenge as well , to do a standup. Seriously I didn't get his jokes. All the officers and their wives were going gaga over him though. Even people like, Maulik,Kapil or say Kalyan for that matter( they are people in my dept with similar tastes in humor), would not laugh at him.
Take this for eg.
His wife asked him Jee aap mujhse kitna pyaar karte ho??
"2 kg", was his answer.
Anyways, it was a great time pass event on the whole.
At dinner, a girl I just met few minutes ago, was making me look silly in front of half a dozen kids. No matter what you tell her , she had an answer to it,a blunt answer, but an answer. If she is reading this- MADAM,please do consider a future in politics.
Navami bhog was good as well. The event at night was good enough.
Dashami , Visarjan............Sindur khela.I reached a little late at the venue.Sindur khela is not a male thing anyways. But the same girl smeared me with sindur. With a red dot on my nose,I was the fat Rudolf around.On the way to the river,we both were in the same car. With two more kiddos in the same car , she bajaoed me there as well. This time it was even worse. Thank god I made it...alive.The stigma of getting bajaoed by a 2 year junior , in public, is ineffable.Trust me when I say that. In a duration of 1 day and one night she called me a "loner",a "freak", "janam se chor" and what not.She even elbowed my poor stomach on numerous occassions. I am sure those two kiddos must be thinking JEEZ!!!WHAT A LOSER THIS FAT RUDOLF IS.
Visarjan is an emotional thing for all bongs. I am not that big a fan of getting wet, but on being asked by an officer to take a matka in the river ,I obliged. This girl got me wet there as well.GOD I wanna take my revenge..MADAM !!!YOU WATCH OUT,..I AM COMING BACK SOON.
This is how the puja went this autumn.Could have been better without that girl, though. :P
They were in the Devlali Puja Committee. Spearheaded by the zealous Col Kallat and his wife,who also happen to be our neighbours , the decor was picture perfect. The flowers, the pandal everything looked just made for a grand wedding...... I mean even the civil puja organisers would have gone green ,had they seen the pandal. The pratima was well decorated as well.
However, more than the puja itself ,there are three things that make puja so special- new clothes, cultural prog. at night and of course bhog. This puja had all three in abundance.
Right from sashti, the cultural programs kick started. Sashti had the "local talent" , that is the cantonment people performing.All my three folks sang a song, and thanks to my mom,I was being asked to sing as well.I was like Do you want the people to go helter skelter?
Bhog on saptami was good.
We missed the magic show that evening.
Show on ashtami had some group, with some crappy name. Was it BOOM, Dhoom......I dont quite remember. They had the bollywood songs and men and women wearing weird pajamas and ganjis doing some zombie-meets-Mithun kinda dance. The compere had a perfect voice for doing advertisement campaigns for local hakims, with his signature JEE HAAN ,PEHLI BAAR AAPKE SAAMNE AA RAHE HAI. He claimed that even bollywood stars pay to see his performers dance, and I was like --FOR EXAMPLE?? They had some "famous" comedian from laughter challenge as well , to do a standup. Seriously I didn't get his jokes. All the officers and their wives were going gaga over him though. Even people like, Maulik,Kapil or say Kalyan for that matter( they are people in my dept with similar tastes in humor), would not laugh at him.
Take this for eg.
His wife asked him Jee aap mujhse kitna pyaar karte ho??
"2 kg", was his answer.
Anyways, it was a great time pass event on the whole.
At dinner, a girl I just met few minutes ago, was making me look silly in front of half a dozen kids. No matter what you tell her , she had an answer to it,a blunt answer, but an answer. If she is reading this- MADAM,please do consider a future in politics.
Navami bhog was good as well. The event at night was good enough.
Dashami , Visarjan............Sindur khela.I reached a little late at the venue.Sindur khela is not a male thing anyways. But the same girl smeared me with sindur. With a red dot on my nose,I was the fat Rudolf around.On the way to the river,we both were in the same car. With two more kiddos in the same car , she bajaoed me there as well. This time it was even worse. Thank god I made it...alive.The stigma of getting bajaoed by a 2 year junior , in public, is ineffable.Trust me when I say that. In a duration of 1 day and one night she called me a "loner",a "freak", "janam se chor" and what not.She even elbowed my poor stomach on numerous occassions. I am sure those two kiddos must be thinking JEEZ!!!WHAT A LOSER THIS FAT RUDOLF IS.
Visarjan is an emotional thing for all bongs. I am not that big a fan of getting wet, but on being asked by an officer to take a matka in the river ,I obliged. This girl got me wet there as well.GOD I wanna take my revenge..MADAM !!!YOU WATCH OUT,..I AM COMING BACK SOON.
This is how the puja went this autumn.Could have been better without that girl, though. :P
Sunday, September 14, 2008
The first night out at the department
The "haunted-house" like stories of the Fermentation Lab are very common among the Biotechnology students of the Institute.And why not? Three days of microbe-service for free is not a very likable experience.It was an eye-opener of sorts as well.I mean , a guy like me who was so fascinated with cooking and all, now finds this work tedious.Just 4 labs and I was like, MAN!!!IT SUCKS....
I DONT WANNA BE A CHEF NOW
But,the great MR.D , our lab prof,was like "HAAN JEE!!!BOLO JEE...TUM LOG KAAM NAHIN KAARTA HAI JEE...ZZZZLET ME GIVE YOU AN EXPERIMENT.....AND JUST FOR FUUUUUN YOU GUYS WILL HAVE TO BE IN THE LAB FOR THREE CONTINOUS DAYS...(this was followed by a devilish grin)".
The experiment was a demonstration of CSTR....If you dont know how that works ,dont worry,most of us ,who did it ,didnt know it either..
Just that the entire batch was divided into six groups and each day four hour slots were allotted to each group....My group had the worst slot on the first day..The slot was from 2 to 6 in the morning...Just my luck,that the SOP was in full swing at that time AND just the excuse that SIR!!ITS 2AM, I HAVE MY LAB..was so nonsensical.
Any ways, after being sneered at, I finally managed to leave for the lab.
I like to keep myself entertained. I took my lappy and Rahul's headphone.At the insti gate,thanx to the new security rules which are being imposed,the guard asked me why I was coming to the insti at that time....I said DADA LAB HAI...He gave me that are-you-crazy-or-are-you-fooling-me look followed by the IITians-are-crazy-people look.I was like HAAN DADA AAP BHI HAS LO MERI KISMAT PAR.
At the dept, everything was surprisingly quiet.I mean thats not what you expect when you have Maulik around.
There are people you do not understand and then there are people who do not let you understand them (perhaps they are confused themselves)....
Subhradeep Samaddar, a legend in himself was in my group. He has this cool habit of not attending any labs.But today,Mr Samaddar was there with his why-are-you-shocked-seeing-me look.We all were shocked indeed. The TA didnt even recognise him.She was like IS HE IN YOUR BATCH??
Soumya was there with his latest class notes..Determined to study the whole night.
And Shirsesh the dude was playin NFS..MOST WANTED...
Maulik was listening to Enrique....
Our TA was listening to Euphoria, one of my fav bands.
The work was not that hard. Infact, there was hardly any work.
Just take a sample every hour.
But this sitting there the whole night was sickening.
At 4:30 we were trying our best not to sleep..
It was then that our TA made coffee for us.
Which other dept provides coffee at 4:30..eh??
Maulik was so impressed with this, he even wrote this as his status message.
At 5am ,we were told to analyse the samples.
OMG!!!
SO at 5 we started with analysing..NTU, Spectrophotometer, centrifuge, vortex and all those fundoo machines...there was a problem...OH NO WHY US??..some group had not taken their four readings...Some error due to that freaking mistake and we had to stay there for another half an hour...
We are not machines after all...I broke a beaker...Maulik went a step higher , he broke a cubette, which supposedly is worth a 1000 bucks...
Finally, we were done..
Some sleep after a bad night....We missed the Pinaki sir's class next day...
PS: The thoughtful Mr. D, gave the girls the morning slots ,so that they are "safer"......wtf
I DONT WANNA BE A CHEF NOW
But,the great MR.D , our lab prof,was like "HAAN JEE!!!BOLO JEE...TUM LOG KAAM NAHIN KAARTA HAI JEE...ZZZZLET ME GIVE YOU AN EXPERIMENT.....AND JUST FOR FUUUUUN YOU GUYS WILL HAVE TO BE IN THE LAB FOR THREE CONTINOUS DAYS...(this was followed by a devilish grin)".
The experiment was a demonstration of CSTR....If you dont know how that works ,dont worry,most of us ,who did it ,didnt know it either..
Just that the entire batch was divided into six groups and each day four hour slots were allotted to each group....My group had the worst slot on the first day..The slot was from 2 to 6 in the morning...Just my luck,that the SOP was in full swing at that time AND just the excuse that SIR!!ITS 2AM, I HAVE MY LAB..was so nonsensical.
Any ways, after being sneered at, I finally managed to leave for the lab.
I like to keep myself entertained. I took my lappy and Rahul's headphone.At the insti gate,thanx to the new security rules which are being imposed,the guard asked me why I was coming to the insti at that time....I said DADA LAB HAI...He gave me that are-you-crazy-or-are-you-fooling-me look followed by the IITians-are-crazy-people look.I was like HAAN DADA AAP BHI HAS LO MERI KISMAT PAR.
At the dept, everything was surprisingly quiet.I mean thats not what you expect when you have Maulik around.
There are people you do not understand and then there are people who do not let you understand them (perhaps they are confused themselves)....
Subhradeep Samaddar, a legend in himself was in my group. He has this cool habit of not attending any labs.But today,Mr Samaddar was there with his why-are-you-shocked-seeing-me look.We all were shocked indeed. The TA didnt even recognise him.She was like IS HE IN YOUR BATCH??
Soumya was there with his latest class notes..Determined to study the whole night.
And Shirsesh the dude was playin NFS..MOST WANTED...
Maulik was listening to Enrique....
Our TA was listening to Euphoria, one of my fav bands.
The work was not that hard. Infact, there was hardly any work.
Just take a sample every hour.
But this sitting there the whole night was sickening.
At 4:30 we were trying our best not to sleep..
It was then that our TA made coffee for us.
Which other dept provides coffee at 4:30..eh??
Maulik was so impressed with this, he even wrote this as his status message.
At 5am ,we were told to analyse the samples.
OMG!!!
SO at 5 we started with analysing..NTU, Spectrophotometer, centrifuge, vortex and all those fundoo machines...there was a problem...OH NO WHY US??..some group had not taken their four readings...Some error due to that freaking mistake and we had to stay there for another half an hour...
We are not machines after all...I broke a beaker...Maulik went a step higher , he broke a cubette, which supposedly is worth a 1000 bucks...
Finally, we were done..
Some sleep after a bad night....We missed the Pinaki sir's class next day...
PS: The thoughtful Mr. D, gave the girls the morning slots ,so that they are "safer"......wtf
Friday, August 29, 2008
I AM HONEST,DONT KNOW IF IT COMES OUT AS ARROGANCE
Lately,life took many shades..It took turns I never anticipated..My blogs being partially responsible for the debacles as well..But I won't get into that shitty story..This is a new beginning to my life,where I have to restrategise my life and think clearly about my priorities........
The doubts over the selection procedure no longer exists.The apparent strong candidates not making it to the second round made it clear ,only the best were required.
It was the second event and its selections that amazed me though.I mean, what do they want,a person with good communication skills or a guy who can lick their asses with perverted acts of nudity and celebration of homosexuality.A guy in my group who spoke not once during the GD was invited for PI,the better guys were shown the door...Go on guys,may your event be successful.....I am still convinced I AM BETTER...
However, I wont say I was perfect in my own way...The first event had people who loved me once.I apologize to them for having disappointed them.I was insecure and perhaps too naive.Anyways,thats past.NO REGRETS..Whatever happens ,it probably has a reason....However ,the way some of them ignore me does hurt me....
I do realise I was arrogant in phases, though.
Asked my leader tonight ,if she thinks I am arrogant....Never expected her to be so honest...She replied ,"UMM...YUP AT TIMES".I mean the sentence could have been better constructed like....NO NOT REALLY,BUT IT DOES RUFFLE SOME FEATHERS.....Anyways,a sugar coated reply would have been of no use....
This post is meant to tell all those people who think/thought/will think that I am arrogant....TRUST me ,I never intend to be rude.Just that,my expressions are never really under my control...My expressions unknowingly do appear rude...AND I am trying my best to do something about it...The day is not far when, my face will reflect the humorous self...MAY be then my loved ones will stop ignoring me....TRUST ME I AM NOT THAT RUDE..
The doubts over the selection procedure no longer exists.The apparent strong candidates not making it to the second round made it clear ,only the best were required.
It was the second event and its selections that amazed me though.I mean, what do they want,a person with good communication skills or a guy who can lick their asses with perverted acts of nudity and celebration of homosexuality.A guy in my group who spoke not once during the GD was invited for PI,the better guys were shown the door...Go on guys,may your event be successful.....I am still convinced I AM BETTER...
However, I wont say I was perfect in my own way...The first event had people who loved me once.I apologize to them for having disappointed them.I was insecure and perhaps too naive.Anyways,thats past.NO REGRETS..Whatever happens ,it probably has a reason....However ,the way some of them ignore me does hurt me....
I do realise I was arrogant in phases, though.
Asked my leader tonight ,if she thinks I am arrogant....Never expected her to be so honest...She replied ,"UMM...YUP AT TIMES".I mean the sentence could have been better constructed like....NO NOT REALLY,BUT IT DOES RUFFLE SOME FEATHERS.....Anyways,a sugar coated reply would have been of no use....
This post is meant to tell all those people who think/thought/will think that I am arrogant....TRUST me ,I never intend to be rude.Just that,my expressions are never really under my control...My expressions unknowingly do appear rude...AND I am trying my best to do something about it...The day is not far when, my face will reflect the humorous self...MAY be then my loved ones will stop ignoring me....TRUST ME I AM NOT THAT RUDE..
Thursday, August 14, 2008
My hobby is.....
In almost all the intros I have given so far in my new hall of residence,the one part I hated the most was "My hobby/hobbies is/are"....Cos the expected answer is something conventional,like say playing cricket ,hockey,etc.....I mean ,yes these are the hobbies which really can help the hall,but can't a loser(ME ME ME!!!) have an hobby that might not be very conventional and something that can't ever help the hall win the general Championships.
So,instead of being a smart ass while giving those intros ,here I am giving a public announcement.MY FAVOURITE HOBBY IS SEEING EMBARRASSED PEOPLE GETTING CAUGHT IN AN EMBARRASSING STANCE.
Wondering how that can be a hobby?
Okay,i'll not waste our time enumerating how interesting this hobby can be.Instead I'll put forward my observations,You decide whether noting that must have been interesting or not.
I'll not go into the details of my thesis.
1.
i-think-i-have-a-good-sense-of-humour-but-my-jokes-never-work man.
Most of my readers are IITians,and lets face it ,every 99 out of 100 IITians have a bad sense of humor.
The rest fake it well.
Now,how does this man react when he has just cracked a joke that smells worse that a bad fart.
My subjects always came up with the same face saving statement,"IT WAS NOT A JOKE IT WAS A FACT".Little did they know,their statement just made their stigma go higher.
2.Oh-I-stumbled-but-It-didn't-hurt man
IIT and cycles are almost synonymous.In our stay here almost all of us have fallen hard from our wheels of fire,our cycles.
All my subjects always showed the same reaction after a big fall.i have classified it into two stages.
(a) Oh!!!It was not my fault stage---This stage is marked by a visible show of disgust over the main stimuli of fall.ASSHOLES!!WHY DO THEY LEAVE THESE SHITHEADS ON THE STREETS,THEY WILL DEFINITELY GET SOME ONE KILLED SOMEDAY WITH THEIR CYCLES ,is the first reaction
(b)Oh!!!It didn't hurt stage---Then comes the stage when the subject realises that he is the center of attraction ,lying flat on the road( NOT a very pleasant experience ,I 'll tell you).Its then that the subject tries his best to get back his honor.While others will try to pick him up,he keeps on glaring at the stimuli,giving that you-bastard-come-back-have-a-piece-of-me look,without giving a thought to the cuts and bruises(so brave,you would think)
While all this drama was underway,my subjects never looked eye to eye with anyone in the crowd,probably to show that they don't care,just because they cared a lot
Even funnier are the ones who miss a step
They glare the stairs as if it just played a silly trick
3.Soft-man-loud-company man
This has surely happened with all bongs.You are in a posh restaurant,trying to put your best foot forward,and suddenly,your noise pollutant mom goes,HEY CHOTU WHY DONT U COME HERE,loud enough for the world to know that you've arrived.
My subjects were of two types
(a) The one who reply ,MUMMY JI NAHIN WAHAAN CHALTE HAI,a few decibels higher,than mummy ji.
I dont study these suckers.They can never be embarrassed
(b)Then there are those who start mumbling something very softly,just to give the impression that something important is being discussed here giving that I-don't-care-if-you-think- otherwise look,while all he was saying was,"Not here mom,and for god sakes softer!!!".Important conversation indeed.
So what do ya say buddies?
Isn't that the most entertaining hobby.
To know more about this ,call me.i'll tell you the tricks of the game...
AASTA LAVISTA!
PS:ALL THIS HAS HAPPENED TO ME BE4,SO U NOE HOW I CAME TO KNOW THE INTRICATE DETAILS
So,instead of being a smart ass while giving those intros ,here I am giving a public announcement.MY FAVOURITE HOBBY IS SEEING EMBARRASSED PEOPLE GETTING CAUGHT IN AN EMBARRASSING STANCE.
Wondering how that can be a hobby?
Okay,i'll not waste our time enumerating how interesting this hobby can be.Instead I'll put forward my observations,You decide whether noting that must have been interesting or not.
I'll not go into the details of my thesis.
1.
i-think-i-have-a-good-sense-of-humour-but-my-jokes-never-work man.
Most of my readers are IITians,and lets face it ,every 99 out of 100 IITians have a bad sense of humor.
The rest fake it well.
Now,how does this man react when he has just cracked a joke that smells worse that a bad fart.
My subjects always came up with the same face saving statement,"IT WAS NOT A JOKE IT WAS A FACT".Little did they know,their statement just made their stigma go higher.
2.Oh-I-stumbled-but-It-didn't-hurt man
IIT and cycles are almost synonymous.In our stay here almost all of us have fallen hard from our wheels of fire,our cycles.
All my subjects always showed the same reaction after a big fall.i have classified it into two stages.
(a) Oh!!!It was not my fault stage---This stage is marked by a visible show of disgust over the main stimuli of fall.ASSHOLES!!WHY DO THEY LEAVE THESE SHITHEADS ON THE STREETS,THEY WILL DEFINITELY GET SOME ONE KILLED SOMEDAY WITH THEIR CYCLES ,is the first reaction
(b)Oh!!!It didn't hurt stage---Then comes the stage when the subject realises that he is the center of attraction ,lying flat on the road( NOT a very pleasant experience ,I 'll tell you).Its then that the subject tries his best to get back his honor.While others will try to pick him up,he keeps on glaring at the stimuli,giving that you-bastard-come-back-have-a-piece-of-me look,without giving a thought to the cuts and bruises(so brave,you would think)
While all this drama was underway,my subjects never looked eye to eye with anyone in the crowd,probably to show that they don't care,just because they cared a lot
Even funnier are the ones who miss a step
They glare the stairs as if it just played a silly trick
3.Soft-man-loud-company man
This has surely happened with all bongs.You are in a posh restaurant,trying to put your best foot forward,and suddenly,your noise pollutant mom goes,HEY CHOTU WHY DONT U COME HERE,loud enough for the world to know that you've arrived.
My subjects were of two types
(a) The one who reply ,MUMMY JI NAHIN WAHAAN CHALTE HAI,a few decibels higher,than mummy ji.
I dont study these suckers.They can never be embarrassed
(b)Then there are those who start mumbling something very softly,just to give the impression that something important is being discussed here giving that I-don't-care-if-you-think- otherwise look,while all he was saying was,"Not here mom,and for god sakes softer!!!".Important conversation indeed.
So what do ya say buddies?
Isn't that the most entertaining hobby.
To know more about this ,call me.i'll tell you the tricks of the game...
AASTA LAVISTA!
PS:ALL THIS HAS HAPPENED TO ME BE4,SO U NOE HOW I CAME TO KNOW THE INTRICATE DETAILS
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
My mistakes in the past blogs!!!(DONT THINK I DIDNT KNOW THEM,JUST THAT MY FINGERS SLIPPED)
Well !!in my past blogs,I have made a lot of grammatical mistakes.Just in case ,u thought this sucker typing this piece of crap has a terrible grammar problem,i am here to accept my mistakes.
I'll start with probably the most embarrassing mistake of my writings . Second paragraph first line ,"It started as a present surprise"....Guys I know it should be "pleasant" surprise..This is not really a grammar mistake but then its a blunder i committed.
In the "fermentation Lab" thingy ,while writing abt all my labbies i wrote"ME" twice....This was what we call a "silly mistake".
I made some spelling mistakes as well.....
So all in all ,I have been a bad blogger..
I have been receiving some rave reviews though.And I am beginning to think ,I am a good writer.Thank you,Thank you,Thank you...It was not possible without you guys...ummmah.....
And the German girl who contacted me the other day,would like to chat wid ya sumtime..
I'll start with probably the most embarrassing mistake of my writings . Second paragraph first line ,"It started as a present surprise"....Guys I know it should be "pleasant" surprise..This is not really a grammar mistake but then its a blunder i committed.
In the "fermentation Lab" thingy ,while writing abt all my labbies i wrote"ME" twice....This was what we call a "silly mistake".
I made some spelling mistakes as well.....
So all in all ,I have been a bad blogger..
I have been receiving some rave reviews though.And I am beginning to think ,I am a good writer.Thank you,Thank you,Thank you...It was not possible without you guys...ummmah.....
And the German girl who contacted me the other day,would like to chat wid ya sumtime..
Sunday, August 10, 2008
I tried too Hard AND lost it all
Life is so unpredictable.Just when I thought everything is going well for me,I got the biggest shock of my life.MY only ambition is getting taken away from me,thanks to a senior who thought my enthusiasm was not good for me.
It started as a pleasant surprise and eluded me so suddenly.November last year,when nothing went right for me,this thing suddenly came out of nowhere.As I got to know it,it carried on surprising me.Just the magnitude,the glamour,the environment,the people.I thought ,yes this is where I belong.Eight months,I waited for it.Spending every minute thinking about it.
Now,I am told,its not there for me.
Now ,I am in the middle of nowhere.Nowhere to go,no one to turn to,no one to talk to.Please,if you know me,do not ask me about it.Let me be alone for sometime.
It started as a pleasant surprise and eluded me so suddenly.November last year,when nothing went right for me,this thing suddenly came out of nowhere.As I got to know it,it carried on surprising me.Just the magnitude,the glamour,the environment,the people.I thought ,yes this is where I belong.Eight months,I waited for it.Spending every minute thinking about it.
Now,I am told,its not there for me.
Now ,I am in the middle of nowhere.Nowhere to go,no one to turn to,no one to talk to.Please,if you know me,do not ask me about it.Let me be alone for sometime.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Prejudiced ME!!!
Like almost every self respecting man ever born ,I always think my acts are justified.Recently ,a friend called me a Male chauvinist PIG.My first reaction was ,"Oh yeah!!So are you!BTW What does that mean?".My only fault being ,I said IIT is full of not-so-good looking girls.Poor me!Can't even complain.
I am a prejudiced person.Learnt that from my mom.She says she has keen instincts.And trust me,it really works out for her.Poor me !Had a bad deal in that one too.More often than not ,people whom I rate a "Write off",turn out to be the heroes.
This post is a public apology to all those who faced the brunt of my prejudice.Also,this post is a public announcement and pledge,that in the future ,all my actions would be judged by logic and not by my 'instincts'.
My first apology to my group leader,who ,is leading like a true leader these days(is my prev post responsible??).She is now taking her initiatives and she is doing a great job.Great going!! leader.Her next step should be to divide the work equally to all the members.Some of us are beginning to feel left out(or are happy to be left out!!!).
The next apology to all the girls from Hyderabad in my class.I thought ,you guys were the biggest epitome of nerdism(I coined that term).But as it turned out ,you are cool people to talk to and are loyal friends.My thanks to the girl who worked out the differences and confusions between my leader and I.
My next apology,to Miss Anurima Patra.She was such a nerd in school.But nowadays,she is so cool to chat with.I am sure my friends in kolkata still wont believe ,I took an advice from PATRI on relations.I mean PATRI and I were on a completely different page.She was a wannabe doc ,I a wannabe engg.I mean my friends and I totally looked down upon them(she and her group).And trust me,Patri is a true agony aunt,an intelligent one at that.That she would send me a HAPPY FRIENDSHIP'S DAY SMS was unimaginable in school.Things have changed,for sure.
Well!!!lastly!Apologies to Protik Roychowdhry.Back in Jamshedpur(class 8th) ,I hated him.He was such a bully.But ,trust me that one year with him and his classmates made me such a mature man.I mean,ask Protik and he will tell you what a Rondu I was in class.On my first day,I complained to my class teacher ,when a guy called Dubey ,called our history sir a eunuch.Thanks to the treatment you gave me,today I call everyone around me eunuch and what not.
Thats it!To anyone else who thinks ,he deserves an apology.My sincere apologies to him as well.
And Mr "I'll Try To BE truthful", thanks for your comments.Would like to chat with you some day
I am a prejudiced person.Learnt that from my mom.She says she has keen instincts.And trust me,it really works out for her.Poor me !Had a bad deal in that one too.More often than not ,people whom I rate a "Write off",turn out to be the heroes.
This post is a public apology to all those who faced the brunt of my prejudice.Also,this post is a public announcement and pledge,that in the future ,all my actions would be judged by logic and not by my 'instincts'.
My first apology to my group leader,who ,is leading like a true leader these days(is my prev post responsible??).She is now taking her initiatives and she is doing a great job.Great going!! leader.Her next step should be to divide the work equally to all the members.Some of us are beginning to feel left out(or are happy to be left out!!!).
The next apology to all the girls from Hyderabad in my class.I thought ,you guys were the biggest epitome of nerdism(I coined that term).But as it turned out ,you are cool people to talk to and are loyal friends.My thanks to the girl who worked out the differences and confusions between my leader and I.
My next apology,to Miss Anurima Patra.She was such a nerd in school.But nowadays,she is so cool to chat with.I am sure my friends in kolkata still wont believe ,I took an advice from PATRI on relations.I mean PATRI and I were on a completely different page.She was a wannabe doc ,I a wannabe engg.I mean my friends and I totally looked down upon them(she and her group).And trust me,Patri is a true agony aunt,an intelligent one at that.That she would send me a HAPPY FRIENDSHIP'S DAY SMS was unimaginable in school.Things have changed,for sure.
Well!!!lastly!Apologies to Protik Roychowdhry.Back in Jamshedpur(class 8th) ,I hated him.He was such a bully.But ,trust me that one year with him and his classmates made me such a mature man.I mean,ask Protik and he will tell you what a Rondu I was in class.On my first day,I complained to my class teacher ,when a guy called Dubey ,called our history sir a eunuch.Thanks to the treatment you gave me,today I call everyone around me eunuch and what not.
Thats it!To anyone else who thinks ,he deserves an apology.My sincere apologies to him as well.
And Mr "I'll Try To BE truthful", thanks for your comments.Would like to chat with you some day
Saturday, August 2, 2008
IN A COUNTRY OF HIPPOCRITES
I am not very interested in politics,but there is a theory that I have full faith in.The politicians of a country are a reflection of the citizens of that country.After spending 18 summers in this beautiful country ,my faith in this theory has only strengthened.
I am in IIT,a place which makes news in this country every other day for some or the other reason.The one which threatened to affect my life the most was the 27% OBC quota,the subsequent rise in the number of seats and the fear of losing one of the biggest brands in the country,IIT and IITIANS.
The Arjun Singh proposal was made just before the end of my class eleventh.My first reaction was ,"Damn It!!!What if the seats for us go down".Thanks to the vociferous protests
by the medical students and a group called BROTHERS OF EQUALITY,the entire process got delayed by a year.Now ,with no quotas,the number of seats remained the same,and,I luckily made it.Then,the proposal gained momentum again.I remember ,Ankit Shubham ,a good friend of mine ,here in IIT,saying,"Ab to main IIT mein hoon,mujhe kya farak padhta hai".
MUJHE FARAK PADHTA HAI ,Isaid.
Recently ,while discussing world issues,something that is done when one has no bloody other business to do,another friend said SAALE !!POLITICIANS NE DESH BIGAD DIYA.I asked ."TU ISKE BAAD KYA KARNA CHAHTA HAI?He replied, "US mein research".
All students in IIT,whose parents "combined " income is less than Rs 2,00,000,are entitled to a MERIT CUM MEANS scholarship.A friend of mine asked me "KUM INCOME LIKHNE SE PROBABILITY SCHOLARSHIP MILNE KI BADH JAATI HAI ,KYA".I asked ,"Tere pass SONY VAIO LAPTOP HAI,N95 HAI,U BLOODY FLY HOME,YOU DID TWO YEARS COACHING IN KOTA(which means an expenditure of atleast three lakhs),AND YOU ARE ASKING FOR MCM".
Who is at fault for this fucked up state of our beautiful country.Gandhiji said ignorance is the biggest enemy of the country.I say it is GREED.When will WE give One fucking thought for the poor state of things in our country.
WHAT DO I WANNA DO AFTER GRADUATION????
MAY BE MBA AND THEN A JOB IN US.
I am in IIT,a place which makes news in this country every other day for some or the other reason.The one which threatened to affect my life the most was the 27% OBC quota,the subsequent rise in the number of seats and the fear of losing one of the biggest brands in the country,IIT and IITIANS.
The Arjun Singh proposal was made just before the end of my class eleventh.My first reaction was ,"Damn It!!!What if the seats for us go down".Thanks to the vociferous protests
by the medical students and a group called BROTHERS OF EQUALITY,the entire process got delayed by a year.Now ,with no quotas,the number of seats remained the same,and,I luckily made it.Then,the proposal gained momentum again.I remember ,Ankit Shubham ,a good friend of mine ,here in IIT,saying,"Ab to main IIT mein hoon,mujhe kya farak padhta hai".
MUJHE FARAK PADHTA HAI ,Isaid.
Recently ,while discussing world issues,something that is done when one has no bloody other business to do,another friend said SAALE !!POLITICIANS NE DESH BIGAD DIYA.I asked ."TU ISKE BAAD KYA KARNA CHAHTA HAI?He replied, "US mein research".
All students in IIT,whose parents "combined " income is less than Rs 2,00,000,are entitled to a MERIT CUM MEANS scholarship.A friend of mine asked me "KUM INCOME LIKHNE SE PROBABILITY SCHOLARSHIP MILNE KI BADH JAATI HAI ,KYA".I asked ,"Tere pass SONY VAIO LAPTOP HAI,N95 HAI,U BLOODY FLY HOME,YOU DID TWO YEARS COACHING IN KOTA(which means an expenditure of atleast three lakhs),AND YOU ARE ASKING FOR MCM".
Who is at fault for this fucked up state of our beautiful country.Gandhiji said ignorance is the biggest enemy of the country.I say it is GREED.When will WE give One fucking thought for the poor state of things in our country.
WHAT DO I WANNA DO AFTER GRADUATION????
MAY BE MBA AND THEN A JOB IN US.
Friday, August 1, 2008
AT THE FERMENTATION LAB
I am living a dream,may be the hard way,but I am.Right after class 10th,i knew HOTEL MANAGEMENT was the thing for me.My father,a fourth generation army officer ,on knowing this was "SHOCKED",in every sense of the word.I had 94.2% in my 10th boards,I mean I was meant for "bigger things",that was what everyone said.So I decided against "SPOILING" my future.I started my preparations for IITJEE.In my country ,everyone who is good in academics does this.
But thanks to my dad's posting to Kolkata and my lack of knowledge of the good tuition centres there,i started a correspondence course.BUT as luck would have it ,I even cleared IITJEE.My dad was so "HAPPY",though, with a bad rank of 2593.
But due to a confusing system of counselling that incidently started in my batch itself,I was "ALLOTTED'' ,DUAL DEGREE COURSE IN BIOTECHNOLOGY AND BIOCHEMICAL ENGG.
First year went by without anything to write home about.Like any guy who got something more than he deserves,i spent my first year eating out,partying and bhaat(Baat +Chaat,a KGP term) maaroing .No wonder I could not manage a DEPT C(department change,another KGP term).
In case you are wondering how is this crap I just wrote, anywhere related to Fermentation Lab.Well!!the day starts now.
We were divided in groups of 8.My group had all five year students viz.Kamdar Moullic Rajender
(Ya thats the name of a single guy),Varun,Subhradeep Samaddar,Soumya Poddar(He is a guy,Incase you are wondering),Dushyant,Me and our "group leader" ,a girl .AND of course ME.We had seven members,so we were one down already.
This lab ,on paper, is of 3 hours,but it requires you to be "present" a day pre and post experiment.So for the lab meant to be held on Thursday we all were supposed to come to the lab on Wednesday.Our leader called in sick (Something that i think is debatable).Soumya Podadar
was unaware of the timing ,so he was not there as well .Moullick had a healing broken arm.The experiment was supposedly the lengthiest in the group.Varun,Subhradeep,Dushyant and ME left.We were required to do as many as three tasks at a time.
All these tasks are so much similar to cooking .I mean that was what we were doing,we were preparing food for the microbes,after all.So right from washing the cutlery ,ie .the Petri Dish,making Nutrient Agar for the microbes,prebaking (technically called AUTOCLAVING )the food was ,to making cotton plugs(similar to making Kathi Rolls) was to be done.I was in a gourmet kitchen ,the head chef was absent and somebody had to be the Sous chef,and we were really short of manpower.After 5 hours of work in the gourmet kitchen ,while everyone was cursing the absentees and Moullick's terribly bad sense of humor, I had a nice big smile on my face.Doing engg I worked in a kitchen,ok ,fine it was a lab but ,what difference does it make.
I lived my dream.But the work was not yet over.The next day we were supposed to put the microbes on the dishes.So I got to do the work of a waiter as well.the minor differnce being ,my customer was not placing any order,was not demanding great food and was a little smaller than an average sized customer.It didn't tip me as well,so it pretty evens it out.A dinner service of five hours and we were done.Our leader ,incidentally had to leave early,because she had an appointment with a doctor.
The next day.The colony counting part was done by Varun ,Moullick and (finally!!!!) OUR LEADER.But there is more to it.In any restaurant ,its not just cooking and serving that is required.You gotta wash the dishes as well.Dushyant and I were given this dirty work.
Nice three days.It made me a chef,a sous chef at that,a waiter and a dishwasher as well.
Looking forward to more such experiments.And yes ,would like the leader to LEAD this time.
But thanks to my dad's posting to Kolkata and my lack of knowledge of the good tuition centres there,i started a correspondence course.BUT as luck would have it ,I even cleared IITJEE.My dad was so "HAPPY",though, with a bad rank of 2593.
But due to a confusing system of counselling that incidently started in my batch itself,I was "ALLOTTED'' ,DUAL DEGREE COURSE IN BIOTECHNOLOGY AND BIOCHEMICAL ENGG.
First year went by without anything to write home about.Like any guy who got something more than he deserves,i spent my first year eating out,partying and bhaat(Baat +Chaat,a KGP term) maaroing .No wonder I could not manage a DEPT C(department change,another KGP term).
In case you are wondering how is this crap I just wrote, anywhere related to Fermentation Lab.Well!!the day starts now.
We were divided in groups of 8.My group had all five year students viz.Kamdar Moullic Rajender
(Ya thats the name of a single guy),Varun,Subhradeep Samaddar,Soumya Poddar(He is a guy,Incase you are wondering),Dushyant,Me and our "group leader" ,a girl .AND of course ME.We had seven members,so we were one down already.
This lab ,on paper, is of 3 hours,but it requires you to be "present" a day pre and post experiment.So for the lab meant to be held on Thursday we all were supposed to come to the lab on Wednesday.Our leader called in sick (Something that i think is debatable).Soumya Podadar
was unaware of the timing ,so he was not there as well .Moullick had a healing broken arm.The experiment was supposedly the lengthiest in the group.Varun,Subhradeep,Dushyant and ME left.We were required to do as many as three tasks at a time.
All these tasks are so much similar to cooking .I mean that was what we were doing,we were preparing food for the microbes,after all.So right from washing the cutlery ,ie .the Petri Dish,making Nutrient Agar for the microbes,prebaking (technically called AUTOCLAVING )the food was ,to making cotton plugs(similar to making Kathi Rolls) was to be done.I was in a gourmet kitchen ,the head chef was absent and somebody had to be the Sous chef,and we were really short of manpower.After 5 hours of work in the gourmet kitchen ,while everyone was cursing the absentees and Moullick's terribly bad sense of humor, I had a nice big smile on my face.Doing engg I worked in a kitchen,ok ,fine it was a lab but ,what difference does it make.
I lived my dream.But the work was not yet over.The next day we were supposed to put the microbes on the dishes.So I got to do the work of a waiter as well.the minor differnce being ,my customer was not placing any order,was not demanding great food and was a little smaller than an average sized customer.It didn't tip me as well,so it pretty evens it out.A dinner service of five hours and we were done.Our leader ,incidentally had to leave early,because she had an appointment with a doctor.
The next day.The colony counting part was done by Varun ,Moullick and (finally!!!!) OUR LEADER.But there is more to it.In any restaurant ,its not just cooking and serving that is required.You gotta wash the dishes as well.Dushyant and I were given this dirty work.
Nice three days.It made me a chef,a sous chef at that,a waiter and a dishwasher as well.
Looking forward to more such experiments.And yes ,would like the leader to LEAD this time.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
My Heart IS Weak---Literally
Anyone who knows me,knows what a big foodie I am.so after 3 months of hogging every possible type of unhealthy and greasy food ,here I am with severe chest pain which often leads to a painful left arm.
At the age of 18 ,my doctor says my heart walls are thick and perhaps my cholesterol level is high.So after 3 days of painful tests(echo cardiography,LPT,RE,CS and what not),my eating greasy food is restricted and I am giving up CHICKEN.
God ,you made me ugly I did not get pissed off,you gave me no girlfriends I was nt pissed off ,you sent me to a place with not one good looking girl I didn’t complain ,but CHICKEN…You are cruel..
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
First Day at The Department
Like almost all other Engg student I find boasting about my inability to cram boosts my credentials of being intelligent.No wonder ,I did not opt for Biology in my high school.My friends and I wasted no opportunity of making fun of the Biology students.As they say 'One who digs a pit for others ,fall into them themselves'.SO after clearing IITJEE,here I am studying BIOTECHNOLOGY AND BIOCHEMICAL ENGINEERING.
This blog might sound as a face saving measure but trust me I actually felt interested in whatever little we were taught today at our introductory classes.
I mean figure these out.
In -90 degree celcius in Antartica,microbes survive.Think about the natural blankets they have.
the density of information stored in a modern day chip is nowhere in the vicinity to the density in DNA.
The thing that distinguishes all those brands of liquor is nothing but the yeast that was used for fermentation
I mean look around guys ,there is so much Biology in everything around us which raises so many questions,....I as an "Engineering" aspirant ignored this throughout my life.
And today afetr the class I started thinking about all the secrets left to be explored in Biotechnolgy.
Man !!!!I am hungry for more of this ....Any other biotech guys /girls
HUNGRY KYA??
And to my old classmates from biology...I am sorry ,I was myopic
This blog might sound as a face saving measure but trust me I actually felt interested in whatever little we were taught today at our introductory classes.
I mean figure these out.
In -90 degree celcius in Antartica,microbes survive.Think about the natural blankets they have.
the density of information stored in a modern day chip is nowhere in the vicinity to the density in DNA.
The thing that distinguishes all those brands of liquor is nothing but the yeast that was used for fermentation
I mean look around guys ,there is so much Biology in everything around us which raises so many questions,....I as an "Engineering" aspirant ignored this throughout my life.
And today afetr the class I started thinking about all the secrets left to be explored in Biotechnolgy.
Man !!!!I am hungry for more of this ....Any other biotech guys /girls
HUNGRY KYA??
And to my old classmates from biology...I am sorry ,I was myopic
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
The end of WE
I am not emotional...Well ! atleast I think I am not.I am the sort of guy who is always ready to pounce upon any opportunity to demonstrate this.Sometimes I succeed but most of the times I realise how ignorant I am of my own personality.
My father is an Army Officer(something I am very much proud of),and for a large part of my childhood my father was posted at the border.My sister ,mother and I stayed at what we call SF quarters (Seperated Families).Every year ,dad came home for 2 months.That was the best part of the year,cos' dad's arrival meant good food and lots of gift and most importanly,dad's presence.
Naturally ,it was my mother and sister, who were with me for a larger part of my life.Father was the special person who called us every morning from the "Field Area".
My mother is very fond of Bengali literature.Her fondness for literature was so fierce that by the time she was 15 ,she had already finished all Rabindra Nath Tagore that was available to her. Mind you , her parents both being teachers ,she indeed had a lot available .
However,me and my sister cannot read Bangla.
Our not knowing bangla made no difference to her.She was determined to make us know about OUR own culture.So ,in our summer vacations,in the afternoons ,she used to read out Rabindra Nath Tagore's short stories.Though I loved listening to her ,I really hated the stories.Almost every Rabindra Nath's story ended with either a death or a separation,so, I never listened to them.But my mother cried reading them and I could not make out why.
My sister is three years elder to me.She is F A T...just like every body else in the family.We have to shift every two or three years so I never really had an opportunity to make very good friends.I made one though.She fights,I irritate so that she fights.My favourite activity is to irritate her .She knows this.Yet she fights.May be to please me.
My father is a tall ,dark not so handsome guy.He has his philosophy for every possible thing on earth.I wonder how he knows so much.He is a motivator,a leader and has an immaculate ability to yell.Someone told me,it takes 7 years,8 months of yelling to produce the same energy required to heat a cup of coffee.He surely has heated 2 or probably 3 cups by now.But he is cute.I know CUTE is a rather a rude word to describe an Army Man,but he is cute and I really cannot help it.
We are in Nashik ,for the time being.But we are leaving on 3rd July .We are going to Kolkata.My sister is taking her admission in Army Institute of Management,Kolkata.
With her joining AIM,our moments of being 2(4)gether,for the last time slowly ticks away.
May be now I know why my mother cried reading those stories.
There is something ,that is getting lost with her departure,her separation.
It is the Loss Of WE
My father is an Army Officer(something I am very much proud of),and for a large part of my childhood my father was posted at the border.My sister ,mother and I stayed at what we call SF quarters (Seperated Families).Every year ,dad came home for 2 months.That was the best part of the year,cos' dad's arrival meant good food and lots of gift and most importanly,dad's presence.
Naturally ,it was my mother and sister, who were with me for a larger part of my life.Father was the special person who called us every morning from the "Field Area".
My mother is very fond of Bengali literature.Her fondness for literature was so fierce that by the time she was 15 ,she had already finished all Rabindra Nath Tagore that was available to her. Mind you , her parents both being teachers ,she indeed had a lot available .
However,me and my sister cannot read Bangla.
Our not knowing bangla made no difference to her.She was determined to make us know about OUR own culture.So ,in our summer vacations,in the afternoons ,she used to read out Rabindra Nath Tagore's short stories.Though I loved listening to her ,I really hated the stories.Almost every Rabindra Nath's story ended with either a death or a separation,so, I never listened to them.But my mother cried reading them and I could not make out why.
My sister is three years elder to me.She is F A T...just like every body else in the family.We have to shift every two or three years so I never really had an opportunity to make very good friends.I made one though.She fights,I irritate so that she fights.My favourite activity is to irritate her .She knows this.Yet she fights.May be to please me.
My father is a tall ,dark not so handsome guy.He has his philosophy for every possible thing on earth.I wonder how he knows so much.He is a motivator,a leader and has an immaculate ability to yell.Someone told me,it takes 7 years,8 months of yelling to produce the same energy required to heat a cup of coffee.He surely has heated 2 or probably 3 cups by now.But he is cute.I know CUTE is a rather a rude word to describe an Army Man,but he is cute and I really cannot help it.
We are in Nashik ,for the time being.But we are leaving on 3rd July .We are going to Kolkata.My sister is taking her admission in Army Institute of Management,Kolkata.
With her joining AIM,our moments of being 2(4)gether,for the last time slowly ticks away.
May be now I know why my mother cried reading those stories.
There is something ,that is getting lost with her departure,her separation.
It is the Loss Of WE
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