looks pretty ordinary yet unique in itself...
my so called final practicals ended on the 3rd of december. so called because to some they were practicals and to some a final exam. for me and my 2-3 friends, it was a mere student-teacher interaction of different colleges to see whats the level of cheating in a particular college. i tried my level best to keep my college flag flying. although, with no support from others, it rather looked a one person fight all the way around. doesn't it seem to be the same way sehwag played 2 days ago...
ohkay...! before you all come and beat me, i better change the topic. so today, as usual, my perfect alarm didn't help me and i woke up at 10:30. i went straight to my t.v, channel no.12, neo sports...
climax scene: harbhajan singh to welegedara(sme UBCWD WELEGDARA...wat a name chap!). and there it was...what kirsten had been waiting for the past 18 months. THE LAST WICKET! INDIA'S LAST TEST MATCH THIS SEASON! INDIA'S EMERGENCE AS THE NO.1 TEAM!
WAT A RELIEF!!!
a wish sehwag best of luck for coming matches...
WAT AN INNNINGS OF 293...!
maybe if only he would have talked to his mother on his tanananana....tana nanana reliance phone, maybe 300 was never too far.
STORY: 18 MONTHS....subtitle(bollywood compulsions) ...the athara mahine
CAST: PREET SINGH, GARY KIRSTEN, INDIAN CRICKET TEAM, G.T.B.I.T
PLOT: THE STORY REVOLVES AROUND 2 GUYS NAMED PREET AND GARY WHO ARE SO DIFFERENT, ORDINARY YET UNIQUE. ONE JOINS INDIAN CRICKET AS A CRICKET COACH...wat a life...
ONE JOINS A B.TECH COLLEGE GTBIT, ...huh...WAT A LIFE OF DISASTERS..
(1 can see the verbal irony but i cant help my avant garde' wicked ideas leave my brain apartment)
so, in 18 months, gary has helped indian cricket a lot. no.1 position in test cricket and an almost no.1 in odis. forget 20-20s for some time. its time for some real TESTS(metaphorical insults...)!!!
i dont know what really helped the indian win.
it wasnt the sex advice before matches for sure. gary must have had some some instead for giving this sort of an advice after all just think, what if he would have told this to the smart guy in red plastic googles, RAMESH POWAR.
neways, congrats to all....gary, paddy, venkatesh, robin, ..little master, bhajju, zaheer...all
and i felt disappointed on not seeing sreesanth being slapped again.
coming to the second story, preet joined a cse course in btech. wat a period of minors...minors...minors...sme mre minors...and mre minors...i dnt know how much have i wasted on my gel pens...!
um...sorry...back to the point...
well, to be very frank, i have done SIMPLY NOTHING!
I MEAN THERE WAS NOTHING TO DO...EXCEPT SUBMIT SOMEWHAT 3010 ASSIGMENTS WHICH THE TEACHERS SOLD OFF TO KABAADI WALA AND BOUGHT A NEW PAIR OF TOPS, SME 120 REGISTERS WHICH THEY SOLD TO BUY 2 CADBURYS CHOCOLATE LADDU'S FOR THEIR KIDS, SOME 200 BLANK PAGES OF CLASS TESTS WHICH WERE AS USELESS TO ME AS TO MY TEACHERS, SOME 30 MINOR SHEETS WHICH WERE AN ABSOLUTE DELIGHT FOR ART LOVERS AS THEY HAD THE MOST STRANGE RED DESIGNS(crosses,cuts,etc.) MADE ON THEM.
i had made new records in subjects like a.e and c.s getting marks which when added to the marks of my friend raman, were almost equal to those of a witch "ena...west indies"(she calls herself a grl...) who did some srange dance when she got 30/30 in marks. i wonder if that was a salute to their witches and wizards wo helped her get these marks.
so, gary and me...dats been the story...
was there a lady who called...
" MERE GARY-PREET AAYENGE.." ...nt d same as " MERE KARAN-ARJUN AAYENGE"
hmm.................
i am a good script writer though.
so, the morale of the story is: keep reading my blog for more interesting stories.
would love to hear from you all about this...this movie being a hit or a dud!
hello....back after a long time...
yeah, i mean 6 days is quite a long period. Well, i must tell you that i was too busy with my friends as they were too busy to keep me busy and the bottmline is that i was busy enough and as a result, no blogging. i don't think you would like to know the 100 grim realities that stopped me to go on. well, some of my known one's(ummm....i hate them and as every action has an equal and opp. reaction, therefore, i am their friend) have started this mission which they call revolution(i don't y).
well, can you imagine if someone who drinks banta everyday suddenly comes up to you and starts to talk about tequila and vodka. Shocked ? even, i was... i mean i was petrified for a moment and that's why the last words i remember are {traffic, control panel, website, 2.5 lakh, mohalla...}. I can't put my brain to further damaging test not so much as sach ka saamna or moment of truth. i mean i can't stand what was going on. so, finally got an idea to start my own mission to counter attack but luck was not on my side probably because of that long long long solar eclipse. hey, by the way, anyone of you watched it ? well, coming back to my point of some serious trouble with some fellows, i want to ask you guys that swine flu isn't a problem anymore ? no, oh my friendsssssssssss.........oh no, huhhhhhhhhh...in fact....Oh Yesssssssssssssss .... !!!
u must have read my buzzing with energy post. now, that guy always engages me in a discussion...which he did again. and mind you, he did that while i was writing this post, so you all i think would love to meet him and present him a good spanking.
well, the last time i spoke about him, i told you about his philosophy but this time i realized that he is a messenger, as he always talks about god. coming from him to my friend 'tension singh', he is starting to do some business of his own. well, i don't know what he's gonna do but i can assure you that it would help curb recession as his business is going to profit people and not him. and how could i forget, recently ajit, tension's best friend, and also the rough and tough 6 pack guy, did start with some another business. i wonder what's going on what this new youngistaan of ours. everyone has his own business now and i (SHAME ON ME) don't even have a girlfriend of to say yes that i have someone who i can say is my own. shame, shame, shame.....NOT ON ME BuT all you girls out there. chalo isko chodke koi aur baat karte hai...i dont hve 1 so y to cry abt 1 ?
hm.........let me think about something else to talk about.
you know about korean parliament, that i am smart, indo-pak relations, kareena-saif stuff, shahid....and all
what is it that people don't know today ?
well, you could tell me that in your comments.
Aahaaaaaa !!
struck gold ~~~~
what i want to tell you is about an affair that is in it's budding stages, not so old, not so mature and not so strong till now. boy's name is jv(we call hm dis way) and the girls name is jvlata(name changed). just that want to hear from you people to give them some advice how to excel in their relationship.
and i don't think i have anythng left to say, just that my itsy bitsy mind has left my head apartment and wants a vacation before the college opens, not that it's going to be of any use when it opens.
and.........................
i am seriously dying to go to college and bunk all those classes.
so see you next time all you people in this mini version of moment of truth where i don't ask any questions but directly give answers.
Auf Wiedersehen !!
ahhhhhhhhhhh!
i dnt feel too gud...though i am an adult now..but thngs rnt very gud.
the thng is that i never thought abt it as an indian before. an indian who thnks and cares abt everythng. i just slept normally lke before but dunno wat happened in my dreams...as if i lived another life in those 9 hrs of my sleep. when i woke up, i never felt as i had slept. somethng is definitely disturbin me. we all r happy in rselves but my dream was abt ordinary people ( ordinary yet unique ). my repartee wit wasnt at its best, body not in synchro wth mind, heart almost frettin abt its place in my body. to start with, i felt different though when i woke up i was searchin for my scar mark just lke harry potter but unfortunately it wasnt dere.
in my dream i had had my poetic dreams cme true...i just thought abt a matter so diff. yet so near me. those lines visited my mind in d morning also...just their shadows as if i were to decode dem in a game played by me only.
watchin films lke slumdog and lookin at their plght at signals or constructn wrk is totally opp.
i hve d poetic license....but u hve d rght to disagree with me also
thght abt a poor grl ( seen at signal , 1 hnd cut off) ...
i had seen a fce so dark,so weak as if she had lost all her hopes givin prayers only
She's one of those millions who face,
In myriad dark alleys, everyday, everynight
While we crib abt spice in our food
For them, evey morsel is a prize
Its r duty that we being alive
Give back to humanity
What has been offered to us
and i wonder what my few lines below aim at, just thght randomly, a kind of soft, food for thght poetry:
Each intriguing creation ponders my soul
Realization does dawn when all seem magical
I am glissfully aware of my past
Yet, more than once i felt
Somebody calling out to me, their whispers enticing
I experience emotions so powerful,bliss and happiness
We live on, oblivious to some predicaments
Now, as i leave with my spirit of tranquility
I stand firm, for the entire world to see
As i say, "Come, Embrace me adulthood"
i know that every word is so near yet so far away
but read it aloud to yourself...read it as a whole...read it wth zest, anger , happiness, relief...all ur emotions and i bet u'll feel u have done somethng rght, as if your Soul Is Cleansed.
done d above, and instead of a poem, rises a whole new story of 17 lines
talking everything and yet nothing about our world.
i would confess that i love to crack jokes, yes obviously good ones, and i love to hear them too. my heart and mind both agree that laughter is certainly the best way to heal all wounds and please do not call it a medicine::::: it has no side effects.
i get impressed with thoughts more than anything else and that is what exactly happened.
GET UP AND SET YOUR SHOULDERS TO THE WHEEL- HOW LONG IS THE LIFE FOR YOU? AS YOU HAVE COME INTO THIS WORLD, LEAVE SOME MARK BEHIND. OTHERWISE WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND TREES AND STONES? THEY, TOO, COME INTO EXISTENCE, DECAY AND DIE.
you know i have always thought....the slight diff. in my jokes is that actually they actually prove to be quite expensive.
i mean i crack some, i start laughing , but the other is found lying on the floor and wakes up only after i have called the ambulance, had him smell my socks and given his 2 day payment at the hospi...
LIFE ISN'T MEASURED BY THE NO. OF BREATHS WE TAKE, BUT BY THE MOMENTS THAT TAKE UR BREATH AWAY
ENJOY...........................
The delhi high court's verdict legalising has snowballed into a socio-politico-religious controversy.i don't know what all is happening here in india.
some say this is FREEDOM and some say this is the BEGINNING OF THE END.
i have been hearing about this issue from years where mostly the ngo's have been supporting this cause for concern. i know that this is definitely not in our culture but different people, different views, and thats y different stories of life.
scientifically, this homosexuality is termed normal but what i say is that doctors even say " he's no more " with no concern as they are just doctors and they are saying what they think is right. so, no pt. blaming the doctors.
now there was policy in indian govt. if i read correctly that gays were not treated properly in the army. the U.S. army had a diff policy maybe that of BILL CLINTON...
'DON'T ASK, DON'T TELL'
i read baba RAMDEV's comments on this issue which weren't supporting repealing of this act.
and i even saw this show on ibn7 where ramdev and a gentleman were arguing on this issue very strongly , the gentleman supporting this cause.
We all read about the gay parade in newspapers and many were not impressed with the turnout being too large.
every person has its own say and i believe that maybe this is not right and i am not stating my reasons...would love to hear from u all on this issue though
its been a long time and i hve been waiting for you. now that you have read the article i would love to tell you that that guy(i think so...) sailed over a transformation from history to anecdotes and i was UNFORTUNATELY( hair torn apart ! )
THE SAILOR (ya i know Y DOES IT HAPPEN WITH ME ALL D TIME)
coming back to the point, he asked me a few ones as he couldn't read english (was born in kenya)....and i gave him 25 gud 1s ---- " THANK YOU INTERNET"----
but he wanted a original 1 and i said i nvr knew those inspirational ones but i did recall 1 fondly.
i remember my friend ishaan's wrds clearly and the same happened with me, so even i would be using the same words.
I WAS WITH DONKEY AND SHREK,my good friends,MONGA(rapper, yes u gt it rght) AND RAMAN(who always has a copy of the lesser known VITRUVIAN WOMAN( go check the net ) in his pocket.
SUDDENLY monga came up with the one liner " why speak english if you're fluent in hieroglyphics?"
i know u want to meet the donkey and the shrek but you have to wait for that as i dnt have their picture rght now and frankly IT IS NOT GUD FR UR EYES
my philosophical friend amandeep a.k.a BABA called and chatted an hour about some greatest people in history. I was never ever fond of history in school but somehow i managed to keep my saturation point away so that he doesn't meet my anger volcano and the topic carried on smoothly. then i tried all tricks,tactics,mantra-tantra,jaadoo-tona and crooked things but all went in vain as this super glue as stuck to the phone. FINALLY I GAVE HIM A HINT : ah....phone aa raha hai....baad mein baat karta hu....BUT HE BEING A FAN OF RAKHI SAWANT...said "ha theek hai yahi kehde usko jiska phone aa raha hai " .
MY GOD,I IMMEDIATELY STARTED REMEMBERING ALL THE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS I HAD READ IN CHEMISTRY IN CLASS 12th. but luck wasn't on my side and he went on and on.
finally, he kept speaking and i kept the phone near the t.v and he being a budding antonym of newton....thought that someone was actually speaking to him.....
A couple of days back , i saw my friend sherry's blog. my god i can't tell you it was too good and well coordinated. the thoughts were intense and the words marched along perfectly. this gave me the true inspiration that if my senior can take out time then y can't i. that is why, i am back and back strongly. Now, this all started when DLC members (in my dream ) contacted me and the first emotions i had were fear and despair . Despair because i wasn't a part of DLC(college literary society) in reality. a long time back, one of its members had lent me a parker and i thought that she wanted her pen back. so i panicked because the shop nearby had been closed for ages. And as usual, i had not a single pen in my drawer cause i never took one to college. NO NEED U KNOW !
I AM QUITE A WRITER MYSELF, u know i don't like to boast about myself.
they wanted an article on 'HOW TO BUILD A 6-PACK IN 6 DAYS'. Can u imagine what a waste of an EINSTEIN mind!
ANYHOW, i immediately listed 5 odd names, more talented and deserving.( 1 of them being ' BEDI BHAI' as called by his sister , my classmate...reason being that he himself had a 6 pack)
WHAT A SHOCKER OF AN ANSWER I GOT !!!
apni hi besti karva li
i said y don't u contact them instead.
they said yes, but none of them were available.
SO, I WAS IN A KINDA YES-NO-YES MOOD...
I WAS WAITING TO BE BRIBED...BUT MY GOD HOW COULD I FORGET RECESSION.
but imaandaari......................
FINALLY, THEY HAD NO IDEAS AT ALL AND IN A MOMENT OF JOYOUS ABANDON THAT I MIGHT BE TAKEN IN DLC, I SAID YES AND SUGGESTED THAT THEY USED MY ARTICLE TO JUDICIOUS EFFECT.
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