Saturday, August 22, 2009

Talking The Talk

Our scene opens.DAIICT,our very own Resource Centre.The same old-hushed environment.The same old-exams round the corner.The same old great day outside.The same old-students cribbing in hushed whispers.About the exams round the corner.And the great day outside.

Student 1(4th year):" These clement climes coerce me to cause a cessation in my cogitation. "

Student 2(3rd year):" Dude the weather is awesome!!! i just CANNOT study.By the way,that thing you said right now,cool tongue twister ! "

Student 3(4th year):" I feel exalted enough to embark on an exhilarating excursion and effusively embrace nature. "

Uncomfortable silence.(Yes.Even for R.C.)Followed by slight shifting in chairs.Exchange of blank,confused looks.3rd year scratches head,wondering where he is stuck.What is going on.Why isn't his algorithm working.Why he is doing engineering.But Student 1 breaks his chain of thoughts before they reach the point of no return......

"You idiot!!That's not fair!! I haven't reached E !!"

If you're a fourth year,you PROBABLY have that slight knowing smile by now.Maybe nodding your head,thinking-yeah..been there,done that.Third year,yes,you'll get there in a while.Don't worry.Hang in there.Its all a matter of Word Power..being Made a certain gentleman called Norman Lewis,for that matter.For the rest of you -

Confused?Don't be.
It's GRE!!

Yes.I am talking about GRE( Graduate Record Examination®;a commercially run standardized test that is an admission requirement for many graduate schools principally in the United States, but also in other English speaking countries.Created and administered by Educational Testing Service,it primarily focusses on measuring verbal reasoning, quantitative reasoning,critical thinking and analytical writing skills that are not related to any specific field of study.)
Kudos to you,Wikipedia.As always,you save the day.

Yes.I am talking about GRE.That one exam which has,as of now,quite literally,caught the imagination of all our fourth years.Its all they eat,sleep,or talk about.And it's not just's taking a toll on everyone around them as well!Sometimes in my sleep,I ACTUALLY hear all these words I hear being muttered around me all day.Oh..Wait..I think that was probably this fourth year playing her e-version of 'Barron's word list' right outside my room..But you get my drift,don't you?I mean it!You just need to have a five-no..wait..make that two..a two minute conversation with any of them;and you'll be bombarded with such a volley of words you've never even heard of,words you've never used,words you didn't even know existed- in this short span of time.And if you are unlucky enough to have more of them around you,they just hurl these things at you so hard that at the end of it,somehow you actually end up feeling physically abused,and questioning your - (at least what you'd thought till now)so-called good education.Man,talk about 'Word Power'.Third years,are you listening?

But of course,it has its perks too.Let me illustrate-the next time you see a fourth year around,don't say the mundane "hi" , "hello" or "what's up".Instead,just use some big word.Anything-It doesn't matter whether you know what it means or not-say,for instance,'whigmaleerie', or 'zugzwang',or 'atrabilious'.Yes,the first two ARE real words.(Ha.I bet half of them are already frantically looking them up on it out-just for fun.Believe me.It works like a charm.Even Harry Potter's spells fall flat.Because when you see the completely frazzled look on their faces,and the urgent scurrying in their bags- as they cry-"I don't remember reading this in Barron's!! How can this be!! I just finished 'A' last week!!" can't help but think-There are some things that money can't buy.Not even Master Card.

So,any fourth year whose ever annoyed you,or ticked you off in any way;say whenever there was some major event coming up in college,you were made to do the do i put this.."ground work",being conveniently dismissed on the pretext of "Oh come on!They're juniors!!They're meant to do stuff like that!You really think WE would do THAT?!" or when you're sitting with your friends acting a little goofy and they look at you and go "Tch-tch..juniors" with this roll of the eye and an "I'm too cool" expression of disgust on their faces like you've committed some sort of henious crime by playing with your friends in the rain (oh come they've never done that at some point!?!);well...This is your time! Just go 'gubernatorial'..and slowly.Observe.It's the stuff dreams are made of.Ahh..revenge is sweet,isn't it?As for me,well,after this,I am seriously considering going into hiding for the next few....months.Last but not the least-

Best of luck for your GRE ;)

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Prisoners of conscience

"Assasasination is the extreme form of censorship" - George Bernard Shaw.

"Bura mat dekho,Bura mat bolo,Bura mat suno".

This was the message given to us by Gandhiji's famous 3 monkeys.(Mizaru,Iwazaru and Kikazaru,by the way.Just fyi,in case your 100 Mb space has run out.)And yes,his message IS being implemented.Religiously.But we are forgetting what he really meant by it-See the bad and the good,judge for yourself-what is bad,and filter it out.YOU choose your path.Even the Father of the nation made mistakes.Even he,at some point,stole from his father,and then,realised his folly and vowed never to do such a thing again.He burned his fingers once-and never played with those crackers again.What I'm saying is that if you completely shut out the bad,and choose to blind yourself against its existence,how will you know it's bad?Because it is human nature - when you see something new,you are curious to discover it,in spite of being oblivious to its vices.Only when you make the grave mistake of discovering its ugliness,do you decide to steer clear.Forever.Because,like a wise man said,very aptly-What doesn't kill you,only makes you stronger.

When we graduate from this college we are supposed to be ' adults ' -people who can think for themselves,and make the right choice - to speak up and stand up against what is wrong.That is the way it always was,and that is the way it should be.Even as kids,we had certain rules and regulations which were not meant to be broken-and that is fine.But one must remember that even then,when our parents warned us against something wrong,they'd tell us once,they'd tell us twice.But the third time,if we still went ahead and did it,they wouldn't stop us.Because you LEARN from the mistakes that you make.You GROW from the mistakes that you make.A person who has never got burnt while playing with fire does not know the agony of being charred.A person who,on the other hand,has played with fire,knows not to go near it.This may sound like a very cliche example but it has a very relevant meaning.This does not mean that all of us jump into a pool of flames,but to take the decision ourselves,whether or not to do so,in spite of being warned.Because in the end,you have only yourself to hold responsible for that decision-and isn't that what adulthood is all about?

Yes.I believe it is important for every teenager to go through some sort of pain when he is crossing the bridge from adolescence to adulthood.I think it is important..important?No.NECESSARY- for every teenager to go through something-be it rejection,or heartbreak,maybe even a smoking phase,peer pressure,.......the list is endless.

Because it is THIS that shakes you,jolts you out of the harmonious symphony that you were waltzing to,and makes you face the music of this dark ballad called life.

Don't they realise that by pulling wool over your eyes right now,in an attempt to 'protect' you,once that wool is stripped off,you'll be BLINDED by the penetrating light?And why..?Because living in the dark has deprived you of the right to see what light is like.From experiencing it in all its harsh,naked luminosity.

I understand that prevention is better than cure.But the 'disease' for which you are taking these preventive measures needs to be justified.Just because some guy somewhere made 'SOME' MMS video,it does not mean everyone is going to do it.Which is similar to saying - just because your roommate gets a mild fever,or a cough,that doesn't mean you quarantine him,or make him wear a mask and walk around.Well,unless it is swine flu,where such measures can be justified(Again,a huge debate,according to some ).

Wearing helmets when you ride a bike-this is completely justified,since road safety is something that cannot,and should not,be tampered with.Or say,ragging.Taking action against those who do so IS justified,because it is 'having fun' at someone else's expense.Even the 12 am deadline for girls,(come to think of it,we have a lot of freedom here compared to other colleges)is justified-mainly due to parental concerns.BUT - when guards glare at them with suspicious,accusing eyes for - hold your breaths - oh my god..holding hands..(!!)it makes me maybe time to have that 'birds and bees'conversation with my mom again.

Things like banning gaming sites-though that really doesn't help-CS,DOTA,AOE (and all that jargon I don't understand) are still played in the hostels,and become a source of entertainment for many,serving as a break,before exams,and as a break,after them.Is it REALLY necessary?

Consider another example-something that shakes even the Kumbhakarana of your wing out of his deep slumber,before you can say ..well..Kumbhakarana . Pop quizzes - they are held with the basic purpose of ensuring that people attend classes.But what it really is,according to me,is how many people can manage to crawl out of bed,scamper to class,and...sleep there.At present,in most cases,it is more of a question of being physically present in class because of the weightage given to these pop quizzes rather than being present for learning anything.Though I understand the incentive behind it,it doesn't quite serve the purpose.And the whole idea behind it is very high school.I would like to clarify - I am not justifying or supporting students bunking lectures;I am just saying that they should be given the freedom to decide what's best for them and how to go about it.Because at the end of the day,we are mature enough to know our priorities-and for those of us who are not as yet,then it's about time that we do.But,like it is often said,a bird only learned to fly once it is pushed out of its nest,isn't it?So if a person does not want to come to class,forcing him to come there is not going to suddenly bring about an immense love for the subject.It WILL bring out something else - a stifled yawn.

Imposing DAC on students caught smoking in hostels and throwing them out for a semester - Let me just say - I don't endorse smoking in any way;but as long as the ones doing it are doing so in full awareness of their actions and its repurcussions,let them be.But if it starts harming an individual,or a group of individuals,then the authority should be exercised.But even that,is a little unlikely,because,at least as far as I have seen,smokers also possess a certain 'smoking etiquette'; and stop,if someone around is uncomfortable.And if that doesn't happen,well,that is where the 'supervision' aspect comes in.

One might argue that a certain amount of discipline needs to be maintained on campus-but strangely enough,there is never a problem when some of the professors do so.All the signs on campus say "Smoking is strictly prohibited in this area".I squinted as much as my eyes could allow me,but nowhere did I see any '*' saying 'Conditions Apply' - about who is allowed and who isn't.Why is that?Also,I have
seen some students throw away stubs right outside the gate,since they know,that once they have crossed that 'lakshman rekha'(the college gate,over here),they can get into trouble.In some cases,it is not out of respect for the rules,but as an act of DEFIANCE.Funny,how as long as they're outside,it's fine.Even if it is RIGHT outside the gate.All in all,it is not preventing them from smoking in any way.So why these
double standards?

Firstly,if a rule exists,it should apply to everyone.Secondly,why not make it easy for everyone and remove such a rule?Because the way the human mind works,as we all know,it always craves for something that it is denied,no matter how trivial it maybe.You know it all-you've heard it all before-'we want what we can't have' and 'you only appreciate the true worth of something when it has been taken away from you' and all that jazz.Because hate it or love it,that is how the cookie..or should I say,'cigarette packet',crumbles-and falls to bite the dust.OUTSIDE the gates of our college,of course.

A solution to that would be having 'smoke huts' in some part of the campus.They are there in various other colleges..alright..alright..if it makes you happy,various "Engineering" colleges- as well-Yes-EVEN the sacred,mother-of-all institutions-every wannabe engineer's dream-the IITs.I don't think it has caused any major problem there,so far.So why not?It gets rid of the double standards,and it is only for those
who want to-it is not harming anyone else in any way.

Still not convinced?There is an extremely popular and practical example of this which might change your mind -

I am sure you all must be aware of the 'legal drugs' policies of Amsterdam.At some point,it may have occured to you as absurd,or irresponsible on the Government's part.But the policy makers aren't stupid.A lot of brain has gone into making and allowing the implementation of this policy,which,according to me,is sheer brilliance.The whole idea behind it is that - every human being may decide about the matters of his own health.Another idea which guides Dutch laws in their drug policy is a conviction that hiding social negative phenomena does not make them disappear - on the contrary it makes them worse, because when concealed,they become far more difficult to influence and control.An example of which was seen in the 'war on drugs' started by the US President Richard Nixon in the 1970’s,which resulted in the state employing enormous, expensive organization enforcing strict drug policy and incarcerating hundreds of thousands of its citizens, often for just minor offenses. It also made all drugs a forbidden fruit, which increased their attraction.(**)

But this not mean that the whole of Amsterdam's population is lying around zoned out all the time.They have divided drugs into two categories-hard and soft.Hard drugs as cocaine, LSD, morphine, heroin are forbidden in the Netherlands as in any other country. Soft drugs,on the other hand,like marijuana and hashish,are legal as far as
it is limited to PERSONAL USE.As a result smoking of cannabis even in public, is not prosecuted.Even selling it, although technically illegal under the still valid Opium Act (dating from 1919, cannabis added as drug in 1950), is WIDELY TOLERATED provided that it happens in a LIMITED AND CONTROLLED way (in a coffee shop, small portions, 5
grams maximum transaction, not many portions on stock, sale only to adults,no minors on the premises, no advertisement of drugs, the local municipality did not give the order to close the coffee shop).But large scale growing, processing and trading in marijuana is still forbidden,as in any other country,(**)

The result-is for all to see.According to statistics,2.9% of Americans aged 12 and above have experience with cannabis and 5.1% have used in the past month. These figures are twice as high as those in the Netherlands.It seems this has manifested itself even on the consumption of hard drugs-The percentage of the general population who have used cocaine at some point is 10.5% in the US, five times higher
than in the Netherlands.(***)

On the other hand,prohibition of alcohol was imposed in the US some years ago.That period- from 1919-1933,rather than showing positive effect,as one would normally expect,saw increased criminality-and had to ultimately be withdrawn.(**)Isn't it surprising,that such a 'noble' step could have such an adverse effect?An extreme deviation from what it was intended to?

This not only proves my point but also brings me to the realisation that 'assassination' is not necessarily physical.As long as there are laws being imposed that 'assassinate' people's freedom,their spirit,their rights,their thoughts,their independent actions,they would try to break free from them-which is why you WILL have a hundred odd people in Ahmedabad die due to consumption of spurious alcohol.Which is why you WILL have students marking proxies in lectures where attendance is mandatory.Which is why you WILL have people smoking in their rooms in hostel.

What I am trying to put across here is that there has to be a 'restriction' to the 'kind' of restrictions being imposed.There has to be a distinction between SUPERVISION and AUTHORITY.Between WARNING and CONTROLLING.And as absurd as it may sound,(but if you think about it,valid nonetheless),between DEMOCRACY and DICTATORSHIP.And the fine line between each one of them.I understand that the transition between adolescence to adulthood is one which is very unstable and a lot of things could go wrong during that phase.But we NEED to be given a certain benefit of doubt.

On our part,we can help by becoming a LITTLE more judicious about what to do,and to what extent we do it.Let us be aware of our actions,without imposing our beliefs on someone else.Realise what NOT to do,and not to let anyone else's beliefs be imposed on us.That would be true maturity.If we talk about the restrictions being imposed on us,we also have to realise WHY they are being imposed.Only when both parties work in collaboration,would we find utopia,even in imperfection.Let us not become,and let us not force someone else to make us become - Prisoners of conscience(*).

P.S. - There is a possibility,that,(let me stress,)IF this piece reaches the 'wrong hands';some aspects of it maybe 'questioned',leading to ..'not-so-pleasant' circumstances.But you know,it wouldn't matter.In fact,I'd welcome it.Embrace it even.Because it would simply strengthen my point-

"Assassination - the extreme form of censorship".


(*courtesy Wikipedia)Prisoners of conscience (POC) is a term coined by the human rights group Amnesty International in the early 1960s. It can refer to anyone imprisoned because of their race, religion, color, language, sexual orientation,belief, or LIFESTYLE so long as they have NOT USED OR ADVOCATED VIOLENCE.It also refers to those who have been imprisoned and/or PERSECUTED for the NON-VIOLENT EXPRESSION of their CONSCIENTIOUSLY-HELD BELIEFS.

(I think the capitalized words speak for themselves.)



Thursday, July 9, 2009

Be afraid.Be very afraid?

I'm afraid of elves and vikings,
graves yielding out the dead;
of gremlins,rats and dragons,
things crawling under the bed.

The Loch Ness monster scares me,
as do ghosts and jungle swine.
Things i know that don't exist;
send shivers down my spine.

We're all afraid of something,
for reasons left unclear.
Spiders,snakes or shellfish.
What is it that you fear?

Some fears are dark,some fears are deep;
some deal with matters of the heart.
What if I fall?What if I fail?
Will it tear my world apart?

What if my heart is broken?
Will it recover from the pain?
A wound so deep it can't be washed;
by the heaviest of the rains.

To bear the loss of someone close;
to whom the heart is dear.
The thought itself grips my soul-
with an immense sense of fear.

What is this fear that captures us?
And cripples us with its might.
In its bondage will you stand enslaved?
Or gain the strength to fight?

Just stop a moment.Wait and think.
Think about what I have said.
And face this fear in the grounds of war;
from which many a fool have fled.

Fear not even the knell of death;
resounding loud and clear.
When the sun's about to set on you,
and the end of life is near.

But mistake not,O, for bravery,
as being the absence of fright.
Learn from that piece of coal which burns ;
with most illuminating light.

So set ablaze and banish the creeping darkness in your heart.
Stand victorious,tall and mighty.Hear the message I impart.

Not monsters,yetis,aliens,
not ghouls or barking deer.
There's only one thing to be afraid of.
And that,my friend,is fear.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

DAland.An outsider's view

At first when my professor told me to survey this place,i went through a wave of emotions.Fascination.Excitement.Anticipation.Fear and then,laziness.After all,how many people ACTUALLY DO a rural internship?He rambled on and on for about half an hour about the place.He was so excited he kept giggling.Did I really want to spend the rest of the twenty days here listening to him?So at the end of it,when he raised his hand and asked "Are you with me?" I knew the answer right away.DAland,here I come.

DAland.General Information...

Number of inhabitants:roughly 960 divided into 4 groups of 240 each.Other communities are present in small numbers but are not worth mentioning.Also include langoors,dogs,snakes,peacocks,various birds,insects and a leopard.Local language:DA lingo.not spoken by most parts of..well..civilisation.I take this platform to thank Sahil Chaudhary's "THe DaiIct LinGo-Blah-Blah" ;without whose reference i would have been,quite literally, at a loss of words in that place.Thanks,man (Y).


Now the inhabitants of DAland,are all,well,how do i put it.. their own way.There are so many of them,i could go on and on.But some of them are really worth mentioning.But before that I would like to mention something-

The characters in this narrative are NOT purely fictitious.Any resemblance to any living person,place or thing is PROBABLY co-incidental.

Now that that matter is cleared, here I go.My expedition.To DAland..

I reached this place after a long journey.Just on the outskirts of DAland,I saw this small place selling lemon juice and milk with crushed fruit mixed in it.I recognised this place immediately.It was 'galla'*.I had read about it so decided to check it out.But on my way I accidentally bumped into a gruffly looking individual.I apologised;but all he did was mutter something I did not understand and went away."Stay away from him.We call him Axe-e." A kind soul sitting there said to me.I got to hear this sentence a lot.Incidentallly,it is usually the first thing I hear when he is around.Most of the inhabitants do not come within half a km radius of this fellow out of fear of being beaten up,hit by pellets,branches or whatever is lying around,or worse.Get to hear some very strange words,which, the way in which they are said,i do not want to know the meaning of.

Now Axe-e i one of a kind.His activities are pretty much limited.Mostly all he does is eat,sleep,drink a lot of milk at 'galla'* .When he is not doing this,and if you're unlucky enough to be around,well...

(*'galla' - for more information on this topic refer "THe DaiIct LinGo-Blah-Blah")

Let me tell you more about the inhabitants of DAland.I met this little chap with an extremely curly mop of hair which i presume made up for 1/5th of his height.Most of the time I'd see him banging sticks,stones or anything that produces some sort of sound.I guess that must have been the origin of the term-'rock' music in olden times.Oh yes,the localites call him Pebblehead.He,along with his room-mate,have a jolly old business running in the heart of DAland,at 89th street,house no.106.its called "Venom's Hut".All the inhabitants of DAland come to this place almost every day.This especially gets a lot of visitors before or after some major activity-like exams or cultural activities and so on.Pebblehead,it seems,has a keen interest in cultural plays of far off lands.Last i heard he presented,in Venom's Hut,his very own version of a very famous cultural play which had got a lot of praise in various lands.I never saw it but the male inhabitants of DAland couldn't stop raving about it.It was about some millionaire...

Now,WHO was i talking about?Ah,yes.The self proclaimed stud of DAland.He knows everyone.And I mean everyone.He introduced me to some people who even the inhabitants didn't know existed.Now,anytime you want to find this guy,its easy.Mostly he'd be around some water source or a reflective surface-preening and praising himself.If you dont find him in DAland he's probably in another town not so far away called NIFTown when exams are not on.otherwise you will always find him with either some intellegent looking male inhabitant or one of the female inhabitants.Especially this small one called so-so.(I wonder why they call her that.It seems mean.She's so tiny and cute she reminds me of this blue alien character I had seen in a recent bollywood movie...)and then there are only two syllables he utters during this time that seem to work magically on everyone..sounding something like-"padha de"...

As I mentioned earlier,DAland is divided into groups of 240.these are further divided into four subgroups mainly for work purposes.of course,the other kind of groups the 240 are divided into are very difficult to keep track of.they name themselves after dry fruits or two-wheelers,and they keep diminishing in number everyday.But that's another story.I wouldn't want to drive myself NUTS over that.Anyway,during these work hours,i saw an interesting person.She is always the first to raise a doubt.Well..she is also always the last one to raise a doubt.She always looks so worried,poor girl.I don't know her name but I think she's called "Oh-nooooo...".Because that's what Axe-e and Pebblehead always say the minute she says something.

Vehicles used...

I discovered a great piece of engineering work in this place that i must tell you about.It belongs to Pebblehead.It has two round stone wheels which have been chipped from various parts and is only barely supported by sticks that could give way any time.But still,this..erm..thing..called skooty..can carry even upto four people at the same time.And still manage to move.Amazing.

Major activities...

Now one major activity here,any time of the day,month or year.Come rain,wind,hail or storm-is the infamous game 'Boulder - Strike'.It is very popular among the male inhabitants of the area.Players from different clans fight each other by hiding behind huge boulders and throw pellets at each other.Sometimes even planes made of leaves.And they would go on for hours.I was watching one such match..and it seemed extremely stupid and pointless.One of the teams was losing pathetically.Most of their players had been bruised badly.Then,one of them,it seemed,got an idea.They decided to use their weapon of mass destruction.Finally,I thought.Something exciting..Cotton wads were passed and they even gave me some to stuff in my ears.Were they planning to use some sort of supersonic sound?I took a wild guess,and waited in anticipation.But what did turn out to be the weapon was..wait.A guy.With a jar of orange juice???!Ok well,technically,it was Tangerine juice-as someone corrected me.But that didn't matter.. what good is that?Their team stopped firing and stood in silence.What was going on?Even the opponents stopped firing in confusion.The guy strode confidently,taking huge swigs of the juice as if for energy,proceeding towards the middle of the ground.Was he crazy?When he reached there,he sat down calmly and took one final,huge sip and closed his eyes.Then he started muttering something-seemed like some sort of one-liners,I gauged.
Now,ladies and gentlemen,what I am about to describe to you is a scene not meant for the fainthearted.I have never seen one man cause such a flurry of activity.It seems I was highly mistaken about him;and unfortunately,so was the opponent team.They started running helter-skelter,as if suddenly gripped by madness.Had he cast some sort of ancient spell on them?I had heard of people behaving weirdly under hypnosis,but this was something else.Judging from the thunder and lightning which soon followed,it seemed to me as if even the heavens were revolting.They covered their ears and groped wildly for anything- leaves,shoots,anything-to block out the sound.One of them fell to the ground,shivering,as if in extreme pain-exclaiming "Nooooooooo...Take him away!!Take him away!!Dont't do this to me!!I'm too young to die!!"and then he fainted from the trauma.

In the midst of all this hullabaloo,i was concerned about poor Pebblehead's safety.what if there was a stampede?I scanned the place carefully till I found him.He was jumping excitedly standing next to a a big giant.I smiled with relief.He was safe.No one dared to annoy that giant.

Oh i almost forgot.This giant I am talking about.I have tried so hard to interact with him.I tried everything.I used all the words I had learnt in DAland..hearing some of which even poor Axe-e got embarrassed and left.All possible sign language/hand gestures I had seen being used here.Yes.All.But it seems he has some sort of crazy fascination of a praticular species of the frog variety.because anything i'd do,his only responsewould be -a goofy smile on his face and then he would mumble-"TOADD..."

But yeah,anyway..coming back to Boulder-Strike.Within minutes,the ground was cleared of all the members of the opponent team.The ones left were still writhing in pain,too harmless to do anything.The winning team went wild with joy and started doing DHAMAAL on the ground to celebrate their victory.As for the "weapon",he was given a fresh supply of orange..sorry..Tangerine juice and taken away.

What WAS this place?Where had I reached?What kind of people WERE these?A million questions were whizzing in my mind at the same time,and I did not know the answer to any of them.Confused,bewildered,annoyed,frustrated,hungry(??),I roamed about aimlessly in DAland in search of answers.I reached this area which was supposed to be the centre of education of DAland.During the day at least.It was called L.T'..But when i reached there and saw the condition,I thought they should seriously consider rechristening it 'M.T'..(Get it?M.T..Empty..?muahahhahaha..Ahem.Sorry I think one of the cotton wads fell off during that last match of Boulder-Strike.Stil suffering from a mild headache).A class was going on about communication using smoke signals.A senior inhabitant of DAland was standing next to him,with a creepy,menacing look,as if he was ready to perform some weird experiment on any one who tried to leave the class.They reminded me of the mad doctor and his evil assistant.The fact that the elder one laughed in a crazy manner from time to time didn't really help.The students though,were unpertrubed.They were laughing,some of them even singing and throwing planes made of leaves at each other.He left the place and started walking in my direction.He stopped a few steps away from me and looked at me.Maybe he wanted to tell me something.Did he have the answers to my questions?Was it,finally,a glimmer of hope?What was it that he wanted to say?

I scrunched my forehead in deep concentration,ready to hang on to every word of wisdom that escaped his mouth.For two whole minutes,he stood absolutely still.The silence was almost dramatic.Then he opened his mouth and said one.single.word-


Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Confessions of an i.t lab

i miss having you around and the PJz that you used to crack.
but all those times,that fun and just doesn't come back.
i miss the shit that we used to talk.the secrets that we shared.
you always listened patiently to whatever that i said.
i know that i have hurt you but is it hard for us to patch?
your good heart i have not found in anyone in the batch.
you said with me around you just don't feel all that grand.
its probably not easy for you and i guess i understand.
but if not everyone,at least start talking to me
from my distressed heart,this is a humble plea.
you feel that preventing this is going to make you stronger-
but all i'm really asking for is just some idle banter.
things are not so bad.just give it some time to think.
i have to go t.a is shouting.his ears are going pink.