Stupendously Sublime

Today in conversations with friends, ok...with friend, we spoke about the concept of LOL or HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH or HEHEHEHEHEH or ROFLMAO and other such text expressions that are used to signify gales of laughter emanating from the receiver at something extremely witty or humourous that was sent by the sender. Now, usually it is a cut and dry thing, but because of my extremely keen powers of observation I have noticed that these expressions are not usually accompanied by the laughter that is being texted back. What is really being texted back is the appropriate response to what was said and this is the common decency of texting, at least what I see in my style and those who text to me...cause let's face it, I’m not the wittiest guy in the world. But this brings me to another question, how has texting and technology changed us in general? Has it made us colder? More distant? Has it reduced our ability to make new friends? What i thought was, and i could be compl...

Exactly what i said in the title is something that i have come to believe in very strongly, life is a TV series and everyone has episodes, assuming that i'm the main protagonist of my life (this fact could still be argued), i have seen many seasons: Modern School Arc Drop Year Arc JUIT arc Post JUIT arc MHROD arc And these arcs were made of episodes, amazing, stupid, gracious, embarrassing, triumphant, destructive and many many more. What I will say here is end of a couple of episodes from the MHROD arc, and these were, lets say, season defining for me. Episode: Kava goes Dutch Circa March 2012, The first monumental episode came to an end, a recurrent theme in my life, a constant source of fun, Kava left for the netherlands and with him left my Noida destination, where i have spent the best part of my 3 years post JUIT. As i drove away from IGI that night, at 2:15, all i could think was damn, ab noida kaise jaoonga, and its true, haven't been to noida since. ...

It is ironical that my 49th post was about death and my 50th post would be about one of the most numbing deaths in my life. I would lie if i say i cried, i'm not that big on crying, but yes, the sadness i feel is almost indescribable, my close friends are also similarly placed. So, i shall not endeavour to describe the collective agony that we have gone through, the helplessness and unfairness that we have experienced. What I shall write about is how he shaped my life. We met: It was the july of 2005, and a few scared newly graduated kids were sent to live in one of the most beautiful places in the world, JUIT. It is not clear how me and jha first met, but one of my most distinct memories is on how many levels we had connected. Both of us had dropped, practically been raised by 1 parent, had a similar taste in music and girls. I think we really became friends because of Sonal, that and the fact that he was almost fearless, nothing fazed him except the little things: tests, st...

It has been another green period in my life, getting admission into a college that most have been congratulating me about (the jury is still out on this fact), i have been working hard and this i say without any modesty whatsoever because i have worked hard at my job, but i also have to say that I have partied pretty hard too, the main reason behind this is, Kava living so close to my office and Hundoo living with him we have been partying almost every night to the annoyance of my mother, which she states very unequivocally. But i have been escaping the wrath of my mum's superior logic, by some expert evasion tactics, i feel proud to have inculcated within me. I have been enjoying the money i have earned, so yeah it is a green patch in my life, and with the batch junior to me passing out, yeah folks it has been a whole year since me and my batch left JUIT, we have been having a lot of online presence of the passed out batch, this is to be expected that they are really missing the ...