Chup Be Bhen****

# This post is copied inspired by Asmita’s post. You can view the original post from here.

Hmm…..everyone knows that no survey is needed to prove that Bhenchod, M***** words, etc. are the most popular words of India. So finally getting influenced and deeply moved by the popularity and power of this word, I decide to write this post.

So lets start. Originally, the term BC, MC etc. were evolved in Pakistan. (At least Pakistanis have got one great credential for them!) And its a well known fact that these are widely used in almost every part of India. May be these are some of those things which bypass the differences of language, religion, caste, creed etc. and unite the people of India as one nation. Moreover, they can be used for India-Pakistan unity. (Ohh….poor logics I guess!)

I too got exposed to some of these in my adolescence. Initially, you hate them, but when you start using them, there’s no looking back. This is the beauty of this lingo. ‘B’, an evergreen word, is applicable to each & every situation, whether you are happy or sad, excited or frustrated, enjoying or getting bored.

“Arrey Bhen***, ye sala lecture kab khatam hoga??”

“Arrey Bhen***, tum log yaha baithe ho..!!”

“Bhen***, vo green top vaali kya lag rahi hai yaar.”

“Ye lo, saali Bhen*** light fir chali gayi”

“Bhen***, aakhir mai paas ho gaya”

“Bhen***, agli baar paas hoke dikhaunga”

“Chup kar Bhenchod“

People say that using such lingo is not a ‘civilised’ thing. I’ve got somewhat different opinion. I believe one gets civilised by using it. Each so-called ‘civilised’ person must once have had an era of using these gaalis in his life. This is the biggest irony. First we screw ourselves by doing ‘bad’ things, and when we get matured, we tell our sons & daughters not to do those things still knowing that they won’t listen. I don’t know who started this trend!

OK, so lets return. For some people, these ‘gaalis’ mean a lot. Such people can’t live without these words (as they claim). And in IIT here, there are lots of them. (Include me also) They are suffered from a special syndrome defined as ‘Gaali Syndrome’. Whenever they open their mouth, you’ll hear a gaali, and you’ll hear the same before they close it. Their each sentence begins and ends with a BC, MC.

Using ‘Gaalis’ is basically an addiction with almost no harms. (Unless you accidentally use it in your home). And moreover, they are communicable also. When you start hearing them, gradually your brain recepts the signals and starts reacting. And in a few days, you also start experiencing the eternal bliss of giving gaalis to someone.

I used to believe that this lingo is typically used by boys only till one day, I heard one of my female-friend saying B****** to our maths teacher. It was a sheer enjoyable feeling hearing it from a girl. I don’t know girls use this upto what extent. (Although my research is still going on.)

Still seriously speaking, BC, MC gaalis are more of a ’sound’ rather than a proper word conveying some meaning. Here’s an extract from Asmita’s Post which elaborates it. (See I am very good at copying!)

“It does not mean ‘sister f**ker’. That is too literal, too crude. It is, rather, punctuation, or emphasis, as innocuous a word as ‘shit’ or ‘damn’. The different countries of India can be identified by the way each pronounces this word – from the Punjabi bhaenchod to the thin Bambaiyya pinched to the Gujarati bhenchow to the Bhopali elaboration bhen-ka-lowda. Parsis use it all the time, grandmothers, five-year-olds, casually and without discernable purpose except as filler.”

So now people, we’ve got some good excuses to use it. Next time when someone taunts you or call you uncivilised or flinch at you while you use these words, don’t give a damn to them. Samje Bhenchod!!!!

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PS — If you feel the post is offensive, I am sorry yaar.

PS — Right now I am attending my CSL101 practical class. (And also hoping that I am not caught doing blogging by lab assistant here!)

PS — Saw Duo Dance event yesterday. ARAvali was good, but Kumaon truly rocks man!!

PS — ADC is going fine.

PS — Had a night-out also yesterday.

PS — So I am feeling sleepy now.

PS — So before I sleep, its time to say :

PS — “ARA ka Enthu High Hai”, “Sab Ka Ek Hi Naara Hai, Sab se Aage ARA hai”.

‘D’ for ‘Despo’

# Realised the seriousness of this word when I accidently called one of my senior, a ‘Despo’. Don’t want to write what happened next. (Better lets not get into those details! )

Hmm….so lets start. When a guy enters IIT Delhi, generally he has two options. Firstly, to continue with the same spirit of studying like a ‘Maggu’ like he did for the last 2-3 years or second, to live up. And as you’ve guessed, I chose the latter one. And when I saw ‘people’ here, it seemed the decision was correct. Delhi is a heaven for anyone who is sincerely not sincere in studies. Against my expectations, my college also constitutes some part of this heaven. Majority of girls of my batch and even my senior ma’ams are too alluring. (Oops….I just forgot my seniors read my blog too…! Sorry Sir!

Initially, the ‘boy’ inside me urged a lot to talk and improve relations with the pretty girls present out here. But the ‘fattu’ inside me didn’t help. And thats the thing that gradually converted me from a ‘Frustoo’ to a ‘Despo’.

So lets us first define a ‘Despo’. A Despo is a person who feels pity for himself because he believes he has high affinity for opposite sex, but is still deprived of it. Basically, a despo is a person who is not aware that he’s good for nothing when it comes to a girl. Despos are quite different people and I’ve tried to reflect it in following points:

# Despos have an extraordinary ability to be get depressed by looking at a beautiful girl.

# Sometimes they feel that finding a girlfriend is far difficult than finding an extra-terrestrial life.

# They are one of those rare species in world who can laugh at themselves for their poor fate.

# A Despo talks to a pretty girl only in his mind.

# A Despo takes a pledge everyday that today he’ll do something……and ends up being more desperate after failing to do so.

# There are some Despos who feel proud at themselves.

# There are some who don’t.

# But it doesn’t matters. A ‘Despo’ will always be a ‘Despo’.

So by now, you must’ve got a hint that I too resemble the above category quite well. Everyday here in Insti or outside, I watch couples ~ pretty girls & ‘chu___’ boys, together and curse my bad luck. I think getting depressed has become my hobby now. But a good news is that I am not alone in this ‘Despo League’. Especially in IIT, one can find a complete army of Despos. I hate being one, so one day, I, along with my other two despo friends ~ Manu & Bambo, decided to change our fortune.

ADC ~ Anti Despo Committee

We formed a union named ADC for the sole mission of killing the ‘fattu’ residing inside us and recovering ourselves from this tragic despo situation. It was decided that everyday, each of us would talk to any girl for any reason at least once. And if in case, someone couldn’t, he’ll have to call it a ‘Chu_____Day’.

So since then, each day we approach some girl(s), sometimes walking at roads, sitting in groups, in classrooms, Nescki, WindT, market etc. and talk to them. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. For instance, when we asked a girl the address of Munirka Market when we were already standing there, she just mumbled some blah! Blah! words to us and left.

I am trying our best to recuperate from this  awful stance. Lets wish me some luck.

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PS — Really wanted to write more, but have time constraint.

PS — I hate food here.

PS — Plans to visit NIFT Delhi soon. Just checked its way on Google Earth.

PS — I wish no girl from my batch reads this post.

PS — Celebrated a senior’s birthday yesterday. Ara Rocks!

PS — Still love Avril.

PS — In case you didn’t notice, I hate food here.

PS — ADC Rocks!

PS — Adios.

IIT Delhi ~ So far So good!

Its been over a week I am here in IIT Delhi and therefore the ‘writer’ inside me couldn’t resist showing himself to the world.

IIT DELHI & Me

The college is sort of fine. I am lucky to get Chemical Engineering here especially. Lucky because the branch contains one of the maximum and most beautiful girls of the whole ‘Insti‘. But the ‘fattus’ like me are still unable to even talk to one of them still after a week.

I’ve got my room in Aravali Hostel at the top floor just before the end of the corridor. Aravali used to be very famous for harsh ragging incidents few years ago. And considering the location of my room, I am at one of the most vulnerable areas of the hostel. I was a bit afraid and frightened initially.

But after a few days, I realised seniors here are pretty cool and kind. There may be exceptions, but most of them are friendly. Its been over a week and there is nothing sounding like ‘ragging’ here. I don’t know about the future though.

DELHI (south) ~ The Visit to Priya PVR

People say if you want to see the ‘Real Delhi Beauties’, visit Priya. And now I can surely say they were damn right. There were soo many good ones and it was too difficult to choose one and stare.

After walking continuously for more than 45 minutes, finally we reached there. Its about 4-5 kilometers from IIT Delhi and a perfect hangout with friends.

The PVR here is not one of the largest and by the time we reached, there was no movie to be shown. So were left only to eat and stare the beauties. We headed to Nirula’s. Ankit (my colleague) said, Nirula is famous for icecreams. But icecreams at Nirula cost you an earth.

There was a damn hot girl in mini-skirts wearing a black top roaming with her younger sister there (who was also looking very good). As she was moving on the street, the whole crowd was staring her. We followed her for a while and when our legs finally started to ache, we headed for McD to feed and relax ourselves.

HANGING SPOTS @ IIT DELHI

There are many hanging places where one can go with friends and waste his ‘worth-wasting’ time. The most interesting one being the WindT (short form for Wind Tunnel). Its basically a small gap between two sections of the multi-storey building where cool wind blows all the time. So if you’ve got some time between your two consecutive classes, just sit here and experience the blissness. And in case if you’ve got a laptop, its even better because the WindT comes under Wi-Fi zone.

Then there is a 24 hours Nescafe counter near the main building. I’ve visited there only once but people say its a great place for a night out with friends.

And then there is ‘Sassi‘ ~ the most famous place of IIT Delhi. You must have read about it in ‘Five Point Someone’ written by my great senior Chetan Bhagat. I haven’t visited it yet, but wishing to do it real soon.

MY NEW LIFE

Life @ IIT Delhi demands a lot of time management mostly between studies and fun. There is enormous pressure of studies, but if one looks at the other side, there is much more fun awaiting for him. Hostel life is basically fun. I’ve got many new friends coming from different areas of India. (Two of them are sitting just next to me while I am writing this blog).

Food at mess tastes good initially but its sort of monotonous and one gets bored of it after a few days.

There are some other minor problems of toilets etc., but as a whole, we all live as a family here. Everyone here is away from his/her home and misses his/her near and dear ones very much.

FINAL WORD

Missing home

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PS — Sorry for late post, I didn’t have access to a computer.

PS — Missing home food.

PS — Missing Splitsvilla.

PS — Actually missing ‘Yamini’ in Splitsvilla.

PS — Got to go for lunch and have a Mathematics class afterwards.

PS — The prettiest girl of Chemical Engg. is in my group. Yipeee…!!!!

PS — Have to complete ED, Maths, Physical Chem assignments today.

PS — Tchao

The Chowkidaar

I usually go for walk during night because I like the privacy in darkness. But that day, I decided to go for a morning walk.

It had rained in night so the road was wet. I have a fixed path for walk ~ Katara Hills Road, then out of the colony to finally a newly built Government Hostel. After that, there’s a dead end. I would sit there, listen songs and drool into my nonsense thoughts.

As usual in 15 minutes, I reached the Government Hostel and sat on stairs. The hostel is newly built and no one lives there. In night, it seems to be haunted place and therefore, there is much more fun going there in night.

I was listening to music. As the song reached to my most favourite lines, I heard a Chowkidaar shouting at me.

“Hey…mmmm…Boy..!”

I stopped the song. He was in his late-thirties or early-fourties. He was fit because he came running towards me. I had seen him for the first time, may be because it was the first time I went there in morning.

“What are you doing here?”, he shouted again.

“Nothing….just relaxing.”

“Is this a park?”

“Umm…well no..the place is nice. So I just thought…”

“Chal chal…….now leave.”, he said.

He was sounding so arrogant that my mind also started functioning like that. Who was he to spoil my morning? The place is isolated. Why not use the government property! And what harm I can do here!

“Hey….this is a public property. Everyone can use it.”, I said. After all I was more educated than him. I can make him dumb.

“Who says?? This is a restricted zone.”, he said and pointed out his finger to a pole.

“The main gate is supposed to be built there. It is forbidden to come beyond that.”, he said proudly.

“Where’s the gate? I can’t see it.”

“It will be built in a month.”

“Ohkk…then I won’t come after a month.”, I said and laughed.

I was enjoying the argument. It was a morning time-pass. I was feeling the power of education. Education brings confidence. And after all, I am an IITian also. This very thought made me indulge into unneccessary controversies.

“India is a free country. Everyone can go anywhere. If you say its a restricted zone, you must put a notice board here.”, I said.

“Hey…..don’t you teach me. You leave from here or not?”, he was agitated. I was enjoying.

“Ohkk……first proof that this is a restricted zone and I’ll leave.”, I said.

He left speechless. This increased my over-confidence.

“Show me some legal document or guidelines which says I am not allowed to sit here.”, I smirked.

It was fun to tease an arrogant Chowkidaar. I started playing my song again. And he left.

“Wait a minute, I just come.”, he yelled.

“I am waiting.”, I exclaimed.

May be he was going inside to call his senior officials. Or to bring some document etc. to show me the proof. But who cares…!

I was again lost in the song and my nasty thoughts when I heard him shouting at me again.

“Now what yaar!!!”, I roared and looked towards me.

He had holded a long and thick wooden stick and was approaching towards me with a fast pace. He reached me in few seconds.

“So, what kind of proof you were asking?”, he uttered in rage.

Instantaneosly, all the power of education and the IITian’s reputation surrendered in front of the wooden stick. I was out of words to say something. I apologized politely and promised him that I won’t visit here again. I left.

Yaar……tell me one thing, who says?? “Kalam talvaar se jyada balwaan hoti hai!”

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PS — Really sorry for the soo soo late update.

PS — There are two reasons for this:

PS — I have become too lazy.

PS — My internet connection has cut down a few days ago.

PS — MTV Spiltsvilla ~ I like Yamini.

PS — Planning to watch next movie in Priya PVR only.

PS — 11 days left.

PS — IIT Delhi……….I am coming.

PS — Adios.

Part 2 IIT Bombay and IIT JEE Counseling

Day 2 was counseling day. After discussing with many IITians, I came to know that any branch in IIT Bombay will do better than other IITs. So, I had put IITB quite higher in my preferences list.

We reached the Convocation Hall and at sharp 9 am, counseling started. Some so called eminent persons gave their speech while I was busy in counting the number of girls present out there. I had intentionally chosen the seat where the concentration of girls was quite a bit higher.

As everyone knows, the only thing in which IITs have been unfortunate are ‘the girls’. There were very few of them. But still some of them were too good-looking.

The girl sitting in front of me was with her whole family ~ mom, dad, younger brother, mama and maami. It’d appeared she came here for some family picnic. Yes, getting selected in IIT is a big thing, but still I couldn’t stop laughing at this. The next half an hour, I concentrated towards the proceedings of counseling.

On the stage there were lots of professors seated from different IITs and backgrounds to answer our queries. Some people asked about scopes of branches, others were inquiring about new IITs. But the most interesting question of the whole session was:

“Can you tell me about the ‘expulsion’ rules of IIT?”

The professor got horrified and agitated of this. I mean who on the earth asks about expulsion before even getting admitted. The whole hall was burst into giggles.

Then we were told to sit quietly and patiently till our turn comes. While I and Anshul were busy in rechecking our preference lists, the girl’s mom asked Anshul:

“Whats your rank?”

“Aunty, mine is 4500“

“Ohh…and you Betaa?”, she asked looking towards me.

“umm..well…mine is 3612.”

“Ohh…my daughter has 2000“, she said in a glorifying manner. I felt pity that a girl has a better rank than mine. How stupid of me!!

Then we talked for more than an hour. The girl was beautiful, but she was a ‘Mummy’s girl’. I can say this, because she didn’t has her own opinions. She kept approving and nodding for whatever her mom said.

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Then they showed us music-videos on IITs. They were damn rocking!!!! I liked IIT Madras Video specially. It represented the college life of a student there. Then there was a documentry on IITs called ‘CBS 60 Minutes’. I must say I jumped off my feet after watching it. Some of the things which I remember and are worth mentioning are as follows:

“This is IIT Bombay. Put Harvard, MIT and Princeton together, and you begin to get an idea of the status of this school in India.” (Lesley Stahl, co-anchor on CBS 60 Minutes)

“And it’s hard to think of anything like IIT anywhere in the world. It is a very unique institution.” (Bill Gates, Microsoft)

“Per capita, IIT has produced more millionaires than any other undergraduate institution.” (Salon Magazine)

“The process for selection is absolutely draconian.” (McKinsey head Rajat Gupta quoted in Business Week article on IIT titled ‘Whiz Kids.’)

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After waiting for an hour, our turn came. Thank God, Anshul and I was in the same slot otherwise it would have been so boring. We were told to reach P.C. Saxena Auditorium where rest of the formalities are going to be happened.

The ‘Mummy’s Girl’ was also with us. It took 2 more hours for me to get completed. In the meantime, I talked to her to pass the time. I’ve got to know that she’s also from Resonance Kota. (I am from Resonance Bhopal).

Fortunately, I met with some students there who had worse rank then me. Also, a lady-professor came from IIT Delhi told me that 3612 is a very good rank indeed.

“New IITs have opened, seats have been increased, so your rank is very well above-average.”, she said. “Also in IITs, your branch doesn’t matters much. Infact, it doesn’t matter at all.”

I felt relieved after this.

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We had our return reservation to Bhopal the next night. But unfortuately, my dad got an urgent call from his head-office and he had to leave the Mumbai, the same day.

That night, I was alone in my hostel room of IIT Bombay, just like other students. I began to feel that I study here and that very feeling was the one I had been waiting for so long. It was heavenly. It seemed my 3 years of hardwork, late night studies, sacrifices and all have finally got some meaning.

I just kept laying on my bed looking at the roof for long time until I fell asleep. I was an IITian, at least for a few moments. But really, that was the time I would like to hold for whole of my life.

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I visited a few places like Gateway of India, Siddhivinayak Temple etc. the next day. We reached the railway station at 8 pm, a well 4 hours before train was supposed to arrive.

I was sitting in waiting room chatting with Anshul when a girl with her brother and mom-dad entered there. They were also for the same train. At first, she sat just next to me, but after a few minutes, she exchanged the seat with her brother.

She looked damn hot. I was just staring her, when her brother interrupted me:

“So are you here for IIT counseling?”

“Yeah. You too?”

“Yes.”

“So what is your rank?”, I asked.

“613“

Before he could ask my rank, I stood up and hurried towards toilet. Why it happens to me everytime!!!!

I prayed to God not to make them sit in the same compartment of train as mine. I really didn’t want to see her ‘613′ bro anymore.

Seemed the prayer worked out. I was in S-6 and they were in S-4.

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I don’t really know which branch/college I’ll get. But I can proudly say that I spent one of my most memorable days in the most-prestigious institute of the world ~ Indian Institute of Technology.

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PS — I love to write this post.

PS — It’d my two most interesting topics - IIT & Girls.

PS — If you haven’t read its 1st Part, you can read it from here.

PS — Liked it?? Or not?? Please comment.

PS — If you have liked this, also read a LOVE STORY written by me from here.

PS — Adios

IIT Bombay and IIT-JEE counseling 2008

And finally I saw it, the main gate of IIT Bombay. It was 6 o clock in the morning and I was half-awake. I had come here for IIT-JEE counseling with my friend Anshul and our parents.

“Hostel No. 3″, spoke the guard at the main gate after completing the formalities.

Let the magic begin.

IIT Bombay is spread over 500 acres, surrounded by beautiful Powai lake from two sides with a marvelous 5-star Renaissance hotel and Hiranandani Gardens standing along.

Just like every other IIT, it is also enriched by flora all around its campus. Many buildings of architectural masterpieces appear hidden behind the high coconut and eucalyptus trees.

I reached my room, took a short nap, got freshen up and departed out with Anshul for the ‘IIT-Hunt’. It was semester-breaks, so there were not many students there.

We wandered the corridors of hostel, watched the mess, TV room, Gymnasium. Yes, each hostel has perfect state-of-the-art facilities. Then we reached the common room to relax. While I was sitting astonished on sofa, a boy about of my age entered the room. He was looking sort of dumb and ignorant. He sat besides me and started reading newspaper.

“So you study here?”, I asked.

“Yup”

“Which year?”

“I’ve just entered third semester.”

“Which branch?”

“Electrical”

“Oops!!”, I yelled. Now for those who don’t know I tell you, IIT Bombay Electrical branch closes at All India Rank of around 120. So, the students who get it are the amongst the chosen god-gifted intelligent students of the world.

“Don’t ask his rank!! Don’t ask his rank!!!”, Anshul murmured in my ears. We had an average rank and so probably we didn’t want to feel inferior in front of this ‘Electrical Buddy’.

“What was your rank?”, still I asked.

“114. And yours?”

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After this pathetic encounter with an Electrical Buddy, I was determined not to ask anyone’s branch and rank here. Why getting depressed for such a weird reason!!!

We headed for breakfast for ‘Tansa’ House. Its a hostel and has a very good open-mess. Here there are no charges for tea and coffee. Even the bread and jam are free here. Everything is self-serviced  and people really do follow it with great sincerity.

After breakfast, I and Anshul headed for some suitable IITian to get help with our queries. ‘Suitable’ means someone of Metallurgy branch or M.Sc. Chemistry. Someone close to my rank.

While we were on our way to main building, I saw a boy wearing ‘IIT Bombay Tech-Fest’ shirt walking along us. He was short in height and had some acne problems on his face. I reached him.

“Hi, do you study here?”

“Yes.” He was walking fast, so I’d quite difficulty to match his pace.

“Do you know someone of Msc. Chemistry branch here? We need help for our counseling!”

“Yeah, go to hostel 6, there’s a guy named Bankim there. He’s in final year.”

“Thanks. By the way, what’s your branch?”

“Electrical”

O_ops again…! “Don’t ask his rank! Don’t ask his rank!!”

“So, what was your rank?”

“17“

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I stopped after this shock. It was the first time I’d seen someone of such high rank. All India 17. Mind blowing! I wanted to talk to him, wanted to ask what he did, how he studied, how he got such a great rank. But he was gone, in his usual walking speed.

We dropped the idea of going to main building and decided to visit Bankim at Hostel 6. My legs already had started to ache of walking. The campus is quite large.

Bankim’s room was in Wing 3 of Hostel 6 at the end of the corridor.

“Hie, Bankim?”, I asked as he opened the door.

“Yes”

“Sorry to disturb you. If you are not busy, we need some help from you. We are here for counseling.”

“Oh..sure. I was just sleeping. Come inside”

His room appeared perfectly a pile of books, deos, computer wires, posters of Mood Indigo, timetables. We talked to him for more than 30 minutes. His rank was 3105. So, it made us more comfortable to discuss our doubts with him. But he appeared more confident than those Electrical Buddies. He said, he’s a member of Placement Cell and is involved in many cultural activities.

“Msc. Chemistry student got the second highest package in IIT Bombay this year”, he told me. He also stated some of the companies like McKinsey, BCG etc. which visit here.

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Utterly satisfied, we left his room. Now we were hungry. We decided to eat in Hostel 12/13.

Hostel 12 & 13 are newest hostels of IITB. Inaugrated by Nandan M. NIlekani, Chairman of Infosys and an alumnus of IIT Bombay, these hostels are the landmark in the history of IITs.

Just look at them. Each of them contains more than a 1000 rooms. Their buildings are connected with a tunnel just like you have seen in Petronas Towers of Malaysia. Their jumbo-sized mess is totally underground.

Its quite a different experience eating with hundreds of IITians. Food tastes great here.

The best thing I noticed in IIT was the tee-shirts which people wear here. Leaving a few, everyone here likes to wear shirts stating some caption, slogan or company-logo related to IIT Bombay. I’d seen Mood Indigo Shirts, Hostel specific shirts, Inter-IIT Sports meet shirts, BCG, General Electricals, Tech-Fests, IITB Golden Jubilee Shirts.

“You say its our attitude, we say its our superiority. IIT Bombay”

“I am what you dream to be. IIT Bombay”

“Its never too late. IIT Bombay”

and others.

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rest continued in Part 2

PS — Waiting eagerly for the branch allocation scheduled on 30th.

PS — In the next post I’ll write about the girls of IITB and Mumbai.

PS — If you have got something about other IITs, please let us know through your comments.

PS — It was Parth who accelerated me to write this post.

PS — Good Bye.

Just a ‘Tagging’ Post

I am writing tagging post for the first time.

Procedure:

Here is me filling up my first tag post.

The rules:
1. Link the person(s) who tagged you - Tsshar
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

So here’s mine:

• I love the doors and windows always shut. (May be to just keep all my non-sense thoughts escaping into the open world )
• I hate studying except when I am interested in it. And my interests do not include physics, chemistry and mathematics.
• I love going for walk in night instead of morning especially on dark lonely roads with my favourite music.
• I love girls with long hairs and cute smile. For example Avril Lavigne.
• I have no fond of eating. But, I have my taste in music. I always select my favourite artists and listen to them with complete devotion. Right now Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy, Rehmaan and LP are my favourites.
• I hate travelling because its too boring. I wish I could visit new places without the pain of passing my time in buses, trains etc. But someone has told me : Life isn’t for destination, its about journey.

So it was me. Now since I require to tag 6 more people, I tag Parth,  Vee, Sameer, Suda, Ankit and myself.

Morning Walk…………………..or may be ‘Activa’..!

{I am confused about the title of this blog. Do read it and tell which one’s more appropriate.}

So, it starts with the beginning of winter season in 2006 i.e, a year ago. I used to be very lazy in winters, so my mom advised me to go for a morning walk daily for my fitness and health. I took the advice.

The next morning I woke up at 5 am, wore my track suit, took my Activa and departed for the most popular jogging venue of my area - “AIIMS Road” which was 3 km from my home. The straight 2 km road built recently is an ideal place for a morning walk. But at 5 am, I was hardly expecting anyone here. I reached there in a 5 min., parked my Activa nearby and set off for jogging.

The street lights were still on and the road was looking like a path to heaven. I reached the other end in 10 min. I was breathing heavily so I sat on a road divider to take some rest. I checked my watch. The sun would take at least an hour to rise. The stars were still visible. I loved this privacy.

Then I saw a figure approaching towards me. There were certainly more people like me who loved to jog so early in the morning. I thought I’ve got a jogging-partner before I realised that she was a girl. Although her face was not visible to me, but I can tell she had a pony-tail and a nice figure.

She stopped as she saw me. I thought she sensed that I am some ‘chain-snatcher’ or someone like that. But who cares. She moved 2-3 feet forward slowly, I guess, to see me clearly and this was the first time I saw her face. She was not so beautiful but her face was very cute and sober. She was wearing an orange top which was wet with her sweat at some portions. Real sexy…..isn’t it??

I stood up to see her more clearly. She also understood that I am not a doubtful person, so she again started running. She looked at me again while passing me and lifted her hand which I think was a sign of “Good Morning”. I also replied in the same manner.

I stared her till she disappeared in the next turn. Then I also started off in the opposite direction back to my home. While on my way, I wondered about her. “Who was she? Why a girl came lonely for a morning walk so early in the morning? Will she come tomorrow again? If yes, should I talk to her? etc.”.

I waited for the next morning, the whole day and the whole night. I prayed to God to make her come again.

I couldn’t sleep very well in the night and woke up as early as 4 am in the morning. I washed my face, combed my hair and dressed up as better as I can. It seemed I am going for a date. I took my Activa again and departed for the venue at 4:30. Firstly, I scanned the whole road to find out if she’s there. But she was not. I checked my watch, it was 4:40 am. I parked Activa and started jogging.

In 10 min., I was at the other end of the road again. I again sat there on the same road-divider and decided to wait for her. I also did some exercises, yoga etc. to pass the time. Then after 15 min. she appeared. The same orange top, grey coloured lower, and the same cute face.  (It meant she didn’t take a bath yesterday ;))This time she did not stop.  When she reached in front of me, she looked at me. I smiled. Then I stood up and said “Good Morning.” She also replied “Good Morning” and jogged away.

Now it became our daily procedure. We used to see each other, wish good morning and then set off for our respective paths. Everyday, I thought that I should talk to her, but I had not that much courage to do it. Sometimes I thought that I should follow her to her home. Her home must be nearby only. But it was a cheap thing to do. And believe me, cheap is not good sometimes. lol

This continued for over a week when a small incident took place.

As usual, I went for jogging in the morning. But this time, I didn’t find her. I waited for her for half an hour, but she didn’t turn up. I thought may be she’s ill or her exams must be going on, or she must be out of station. I prayed to God to make her come tomorrow and decided to return home. I started off for my Activa which was on the other end of the road.

While returning on my way, I saw her, sitting on a road divider. I thought she must be tired of running. As I was going to pass her, she yelled, “Excuse Me.”

I stopped. She asked if I can help her. She told me that she had hit a stone while jogging and got a cramp in her right foot and she is unable to walk more. She asked me, if I can go to her house and call her dad or brother to come and take her back to home. I paused for a moment and then opened my mouth:

“I really want to help you but I don’t know the address of your house.” I replied.

“Oh God! Now what will I do?” She said in a crying tone.

“Hey, I’ve an idea. I’ve got my Activa just a kilometer away. You wait here, I go and return here with it in 5 minutes. Then I’ll take you to your home.” I said.

She agreed. I ran as fast as I can to reach to my Activa. I took it and returned back. She was still sitting there holding her leg.

With a little help from me, finally she managed to sit on the back seat. It feels always good to help a girl, especially when she’s ‘hot’.

I told her to sit comfortably and hold me for the sake of safety. But she said that she’s alright. Well, I can’t be lucky everytime! We departed for her home and reached there in 5 minutes. I drove very slow because I wanted to be with her as long as possible.

I hit the door-bell and in a minute her whole family came out and took her inside. Her dad thanked me and invited me for a coffee but I refused as I was getting late. But finally I had to accept the invitation when her mom forced me to. The next 15 minutes were consumed in telling her family about the incident. They all thanked me a million times. Finally I departed from there to my home.

After 4-5 days, I saw her again in the morning. This time she was already standing near road divider where I used to sit everyday. When I reached there, she came to me to say thanks(and other typical formalities) to me.

“Friends?” she asked softly.

“Yeh, sure… but I don’t even know your name.” I replied.

“Oh! I am Purvi. And you?”

“Himanshu.”

We jogged together that morning talking and asking about each-other and this trend continued for over a month till I got a severe common-cold and fever due to excessive jogging during early hours in winters. Now we don’t meet often….! But nothing to bother….I got a good friend and thats enough for me.

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PS — Inspired from a real incident. (But still tagged as ‘fiction’ to save my neck;))

PS — To Purvi: Sorry for using real name. And finally your ‘novel’ is out. Don’t complain me again.

PS — JEE result day after tomorrow. Oh God….help me. I am on the edge.

PS — Song of the Day - Kabhi Kabhi Aditi Zindagi frm Jaane Tu ya Jaane Na (A. R. Rehman)

PS — Post of the Day - Be Yourself ! by Sameer. its funny. Believe me (again).

PS — Adios

Some Murphy’s Laws

Murphy was a great philosopher who gave many laws regarding our daily lives. Most of them are very humourous, but still contain a few unsaid facts of life.

I’ve compiled some of them whom I thought are the funniest. Its absolutely not my creation, but copied shamelessly from an external source:).

LOVE LAWS

• All the good ones are taken.
• If the person isn’t taken, there’s a reason.
• It’s always easier to get a partner if you already have one.
• Brains x Beauty x Availability = Constant. This constant is always zero.

• A man can be happy with any woman as long as he doesn’t love her.

• The man shalt not win the argument he started.
• The man shalt not win the argument he didn’t start.
• If a man won an argument, it was just in his head.

• Money can’t buy love, but it sure gets you a great bargaining position.

BUS LAWS:

• If its raining, or cold or both the bus will be late.
• If you’re running late the bus will be too
• If you have no change then the bus driver won’t have any either
• Whenever you get a seat with a pretty girl, she will start a cell phone conversation about her Boyfriend or Mothers hospital operation.

COMMERCE LAWS:

• The first 90% of a project takes 90% of the time, the last 10% takes the other 90% of the time.

• The boss is always right.

• The last person that quit or was fired will be the one held responsible for everything that goes wrong - until the next person quits or is fired.

• People don’t make the same mistake twice, they make it three, four, or five times.

• When you don’t know what to do, walk fast and look worried.

SEX LAWS:

• Sex is a three-letter word which needs some old-fashioned four-letter words to convey its full meaning.

• Sex is hereditary. If your parents never had it, chances are you won’t either.

• Love is a matter of chemistry, sex is a matter of physics.

• Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation; the other eight are unimportant.

• There may be some things better than sex, and some things worse than sex. But there is nothing exactly like it.

PS — All these are shamelessly copied from somewhere.

PS — Yeh, but still had to work hard ( for finding the source, and choosing the best ones.)

PS — Mumbai Indians lost by just one run. fuck..!

PS — Going to grandma’s tomorrow. Catch ya a few day later.

PS — Adious.

After one year

“He has to be operated.” Dr. Jakharia said to my father looking at the complete set of my MRI scans and pointing his finger at my vertabrae.

My father remained silent and so was I. It was 24th April, 2007, just 5 days before AIEEE exam.

I was completely numb and my heartbeat already pounding fast. I didn’t have idea that a mere ache in my leg would result in such sort of serious consequences.

I closed my eyes and asked God: “Why me?”

15th MAY 2007

After 2 hours of so called surgery, I was carried to ICU on a stretcher. I was in full consciousness and could feel the unbearable pain very receptively.

15th MAY 2008 (Today)

Still can’t forget every moment of suffering. Again I closed my eyes and said to God: “Thank you God for making me the ‘Chosen One’.”

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PS - - No PS this time.

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