Stupendously Sublime

Today was a very enjoyable day as one of my bestest friends came to visit me, well not really me, he just came to attend aayush's sister's wedding, but he is staying with me so it is all the same. Hmm so where was i, ahh yes i was explaining that why today was such an enjoyable day, it began with numerous frantic phone calls to friends about their whereabouts. Which having no discernible impact except for the rapidly decreasing balance on our already meager pre-paid accounts, made us realize that all of us take our own sweet time to do anything. So Theka showed up at 4 a good 2 hours later than he had promised, but that is a small matter to what happened later. He had repeatedly expressed his desire to watch 3 idiots today itself, and thus began a hunt for tickets that were being gobbled up like hot cakes (sorry for the weak expression it is 1 in the night, tomorrow is a very long day and it is going to start inhumanly early) but theka with his belligerence and cunning grabbed

Thank you Gera babu , if it were not for your post and the following thought process in the replies to your comments i would never have been able to come up with this post. These thoughts have been in my head for a long time but they were morphing and mutating constantly, upto this point, now they are more gel like and moving around slower than usual. These past few days have been some of the busiest of my life, joining HCL, sitting through almost 36 hours worth of presentations, and being brainwashed with a mental barrage of positive reinforcement, these guys are so damn peppy they would make cheerleaders look like sad, sullen and morose mannequins. What i like to hear are not far fetched scenarios of, happiness following those who have good attitudes, and having a positive mindset to create opportunities for growth, this is so cliched it makes me want to suckle at the mouth of a gun. But they are continually trying to emboss upon us their philosophy believing, in the process, that w

This has been written by Raghvi Behl and is her first serious attempt on doing something productive with her enormous talent, which she modestly does not acknowledge...but all those who are reading this do not be modest shower you praise in all its enormity-Raphael Today i was stirred by this realization, that life is unfair at times. It is like a bad, spoilt friend. who gives you happy little moments, but doesn't care if you fall. It will always be there to inspire you for all, good and bad, But give it a chance, it will screw you real hard. Still surprises you now and then, But will never care enough to make you smile always, It helps you realise, YOU WALK ALONE Gives you your own share of tears. But it inspires you too, reminds you nothing is static. It's really cool and can give tons of attitude. Be nice to it! It will teach you bitter lessons, Test your luck but it will hang around. Love it or hate it, it's there for you and like i always say....it teaches you.... that

A few days ago, before the sugarcane farmers were defecating and urinating in the thousands at Jantar Mantar, protesting the control of sugar prices by the government, before the leaked liberhan report to indian express caused the Lok and Rajya Sabha to be ground to a halt, before the tabled report accused Vajpayee, Advani and Joshi of inciting communal violence. A much understated drama was being played out by the Air Chief Barbora when asked about the future of women in aviation and direct combat for the Indian Armed forces (women as fighter pilots and in the infantry) he said that he could not forsee a role for women fighter pilots in the near or for that matter in the far future, these comments were made on the back of India's imminent, 126 fighter mega-giga-tera-peta deal. The deal hopefully is in good hands, unlike the future aspirations of the women-fighters of India. He said that the government spends about 9 crore on the training of the pilots and they have a service bond

When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained But darlin' when I hold you Don't you know I feel the same 'Cause nothin' lasts forever And we both know hearts can change And it's hard to hold a candle In the cold November rain The title is courtesy guns n' roses and parikrama. The rain is beautiful, there is no simpler word for it, maybe copious to the not so romantic, but the rain is definitely beautiful. It reminds me of a lot of things, very random and hardly coherent the only common thought being that they are all connected to me, i was just finishing my snickers when i heard a rumble akin to the one emanating from my stomach, let us not go into the unsavoury details of my digestion, but rather, that rumbling was thunder echoing its might to all across the land as if in a challenge to any who would dare. I went outside, my nutty snickers in hand and i saw the rain pouring merrily away at all giving out its love in equal measure to all who woul

And Deepankar said "Love (Non-platonic, that's you) is instinct. It can be only be countered by another equally strong instinct. Find yourself something for which you have a passion. Something primal, for which the you don't have to use higher brain functions. I'm good at trekking because I fell in love with it first, not the other way round. Find your _instinct_..." And the beginnings of wisdom come from the word Instinct. What is the difference between the king and the horse? and this is not a kids riddle where the answer would be one's a human and the other's an animal, one has two legs and the other has 4 legs. No, Assuming two existences had the exact same form,ability and even power. When one of the two becomes the "king" and rules over the battle the remaining one becomes the "horse" and amplifies the king's power. I'm asking you what's the difference between the two. There's only one answer, It's the instinct

Again for my not so verbally attuned friends a limbo is "An imaginary place for lost or neglected things" which is exactly what my first love is, in an imagianry place in my head where i still cherish the desire for all the wrong things to be right again. I tried to objectively approach love in my last post where i realized that it is irrational, hurtful and imaginary but it would be conceited of me to say that it is all negative, it is lovely(tongue in cheek), empowering and very very important. But this is not a place to scientifically define and analyse love many have failed and many will fail in defining it, the most simple definition i can give is that it exists and at some point in everyone's life he/she/it will experience love. Which brings me to the reason why am i writing such a thing with the title as such. Well the reason is very simple my inability to meet a girl has given my frustrations a new voice, they used to whisper, when i said it is only a matter of ti

I'm writing, hence i'm sad. True, very true but i'm not truly sad, i'm sad and confused, i'm sad because many people in my life have decided to part company if not completely then atleast emotionally and this month has been the single most emotionally overloaded month that i've had for years, people grow apart slowly, they fall out of love over their own stupid realizations, they are ripped by distance and drift apart. While some just soldier on fighting and making up then fighting again then making up again in a cycle that keeps them sensitised to each other. While some go far away and some remain stuck in the moment that they just can't get out of. While only one type truly strive to understand each other, if they are doomed for the worse i don't want to know and if they are doomed to end up together i still don't want to know just that they are doomed either way should be enough. If you can relate to what has been written here kudos cause a lot of

My friends, i'm writing a raw emotional piece after a long long time, these sort of feelings used to come to me during my second year at college, where i was really struggling with my life. it was one of the darkest periods of my life, conversely i produced some of my finest poems during that time, i guess poetry does come from powerful misery when i look back at those lines i marvel the fact that i had such dark and brooding feelings where i could have taken any addiction to any length, but thank the lord i didn't. My junior recently asked me why was i so serious, i said i'm not serious, i'm sombre and yes that does seem worse because it is worse. This feeling originates from obsessive overthinking and trust me i have had a lot of time to think about the world, my friends, my life and what will happen in the future. And sometimes it feels that i'm just existing, moving through time as it flows past me and i'm trapped in my own lethargy which i can't seem to

Dear unfortunate reader, i am not in a good mood, no i'm in a possibly vile mood, no strike that too, i'm in a mood that will drive me to murder in a painful and excruciating way that society in general will shudder to think that a man can be so violent, yes that is the type of mood i'm in (perfect), i'm usually pissed at the use of cliche's while reading anything unless and until the particular piece is using cliche's to slam those dirty little buggers(cliche's). Yet i find that these sort of expressions are very commonly used and then overused to an extent where i find that i simply can't stomach them and i stop reading the aforementioned piece. But this overkill simply does not seem to penetrate the thick concretish skulls of our esteemed press, print or electronic media. They just keep on slinging that shit in our direction and because of lack of choice we simply wipe our faces and struggle forward in the storm of flying shit to the crux of the matt

I have recently read an immensely enjoyable book by the name of Percy jackson and the olympians, it is a fantasy tale about a demi god, percy jackson who is the son of poseidon. Cutting a long summary short it is the typical fantasy, hero, prophecy, harry potteresque book. But the main crux being that it is immensely enjoyable, written wittily and with a tongue in cheek humour, the pages just flew by me and before i knew it i had read 5 books in about a week. The reason that i have written this post is not to glorify a book, but to tackle a concept which i had forgotten completely about- Hubris or pride. It is one of the seven deadly sins as identified by the church, and for a writeup on other sins do visit Pranav Hundoo's blog. But why this particular word caught my fancy was because of percy jackson and something that i had said to my mother today. " Once you make a decision, back it." yeah, i know you might think i have got a big mouth to be talking to my mother like t

The subject of my newest blog entry is something that has a hold over not just me but more than half of the world's population, and is about the other half of the world's population. There is just something about the fairer sex that continues to haunt the sleeping and waking dreams of us menfolk, epics have been written by our sheer infatuation with these venusians, and yet we are no closer to solving the conundrum of the 'woman' than disproving einstein's theories, on second thought we might be closer to disproving Einstein than understanding women. They excite, repulse, love, hate, torment, care, breed jealousy, inspire friendship, create longing, fuel desires, bring out the animal within or tame the beast, and we have been at their beck and call for millenia. They can make you feel like you are the centre of the universe and in the next second you could be made to feel like an insignificant speck of dirt on her shoe, the passions that a woman can evoke are unmatc

The activities of educating or instructing; activities that impart knowledge or skill... this is the definition my trusty WordWeb gives of Education. I would like to further add that the current education system aims to impart knowledge as well as skill. I, proud of being from a very illustrious and privileged institution was always taught that overall growth mattered and not the sole ability to pass tests with flying colours, thus taking such a thing to heart i started playing a bit of sports started writing a bit, debating and the likes. But the time for disillusionment was not that far away. The 11th standard arrived and the rules of the game changed, sports and other activities were no longer encouraged, i being a science student with a double whammy of maths and biology to contend with was particularly flummoxed that the things which had me stood me in great stead were now being actively frowned upon. Only study was the new anthem of my great alma mater. In retrospect i should h

The title is a reference to the Japanese program gera babu is undergoing, and because this particular article is being written for his blog, or to be a little more specific, one of his blogs devoted to the budding talents of his friends, now I will not endeavor to say that I’m one of his best friends but he is one of my favorite seniors and a person who I admire as well as despise. There are some of his habits that just drives me insane and gera babu that includes you dissing Delhi whenever you can, but I really love his style man he is one energizer battery. Now, this is starting to sound like a testimonial so I shall turn to the job really at hand that is writing something meaningful in his blog. I’m a conflicted person, not in the emotional sense but in a creative sense, both serious and frivolous topics hold equal sway over me. That I tend to find misery in the best of situations and comedy in the most dour of instances. I would like to start this, hopefully long lasting, fruitful

This is the article i wrote for my college yearbook "Alvida" and it was so long that i had to cut it short but here is the full version and as one end is another beginning so why don't i start with an end and signify a beginning, so here goes . This title has been stolen, thank you very much. My purpose for writing this article is very convoluted and vague, be sure it will not be a tribute to my 4 years in college and surely it won’t be a glorified remembrance of what happened and what our future’s hold. I’m sure that many will attempt and will write on this subject in this very magazine. Trust me; I don’t think any less of their work just because I don’t write about it. Hmmmm, now to the subject matter, I ripped off this title because I think it is very apt for our time here at JUIT or at least for those who don’t have a special one with them, because I believe that our time here is a memory, a memory as short and transient as a grain of sand that the wind has blown with