Imagine a scenario in which girls have outnumbered boys at IIT.

1.So what came to your mind?
2.What was the girl-boy ratio in your imagination?
3. Were you at an IIT?
4.If you were at an IIT, were you having a boyfriend err girlfriend?

I imagined a whole story for it.
2035, IIT Kharagpur
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Don’t  question ,” why kharagpur? “
Look kharagpur will still remain the IIT with maximum intake so better be there as more people makes more girls and more girls means more fun.
Story begins……….
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It’s a place dominated by girls. Boys are in the minority.
A girl is the gymkhana president (the student representative of IIT kharagpur in other words).
Kshitij (the annual techno-management fest of IIT Kharagpur) and Spring Fest (the cultural fest of IIT Kharagpur) team mainly consist of girls with a little participation of boys. Every boy has a girlfriend. Girls have a competition amongst themselves to have a boyfriend. Boys are a rare species at IIT.
First year, 2035, august
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The very fact that the ratio of girls in IIT has changed made the plot unacceptable but I want to share this with you as it is worth.
IIT is a place dominated by male members of the society. To be more appropriate we IITians are male chauvinistic. This opinion doesn’t makes us less vulnerable to the emotions a boy experiences just after the onset of puberty. He needs a girlfriend . It’s not so easy!!!
This is the perhaps the first time an average IITian thinks that he is a loser( same here!!).So, not boring you all further let me start with the story
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A rainy evening; I was walking alone back to my hostel. Suddenly a group of girls come and starts commenting on me. I was scared. I remembered what my mom says,” that beware of girls when it is dark”.
Girls started using words which cannot be mentioned here (even boys of the age of 2008 couldn’t think of using). I felt ashamed. One girl came towards me and started leering at me. I just couldn’t resist this behaviour. My inner voice said,” Be a man”. I gathered some strength came forward and gave the girl a tight slap. The whole group pounced on me and they hit me on every part of my
body( except that part!!).
I was clamouring for attention. I was helpless.
But I saw a ray of hope when a girl noticed us and started running for me!!!
I felt a sigh of relief. The gang of girls had to leave as they saw her.
The girl came and helped me to calm down.
We had a small conversation @ a canteen. Yeah!! This thing was the same. As people can change everything but still food is the primary factor of existence.
Here goes the conversation:
Vidushi (girl’s name): Which branch?

Me: Mining…..not so great??

Vidushi: No yaar…it’s a good branch. Let me tell you one fact,”23 minerals which are used in computers are mined by mining engineers”.

Me: Good knowledge!!!(I never knew)

Me: What is your branch?

Vidushi: Computer science.

Me: Good (shocked)

Vidushi: So how do you feel at IIT?

Me: Everything’s fine!!

Vidushi: No problem with girls?

Me: Yeah certainly…you just rescued me!!!…thnx

Vidushi: Anytime!!…..those girls need to be punished.

Me: Can I ask you a silly but personal question?

Vidushi: yeah sure…shoot

Me: Do you have a boyfff…

ASHISH ASHISH ASHISH ASHISH ASHISH ASHISH ASHISH ASHISH ASHISH
This voice was of my room-mate who was performing his ceremonial duty of waking me up.
I woke up. What a story!! Certainly it couldn’t be a dream!!!
What all you people think?
Everybody at IIT thinks that the girl-boy ratio is  abysmal. Imagine the dream which I encountered!!
I know at least some of you might be not thinking in the same line after this post. 

PS: Visit my personal blog from here
PS: I’m the new co-author of this blog. Ashish Gourav
PS: I know this is a weird post but still most dreams are weird.
PS: I’m grateful to Himanshu and Parth…..thnx
PS: Keep reading this blog as I know this post could create some negative impact but Himanshu and Parth are good writers to handle this
PS: Bye

I still remember the day he was born. The news spread quickly. Quicker than it should have. The reason was obvious for the kind of world we are living in. The reason was his being an ‘abnormal’ baby. I was quiet small at that time, so was a little confused about the whole senario. But now after so many years and so much experience I can manage to think about it, about the whole scenario he would have faced, about the thinking of everybody else and about what should be done. I wont say that I have a very very good relation with him. No! I don’t because I haven’t met him from so many years. But we have a good relation, as anybody else would like to have.

What does abnormality actually mean???

Going by the word it convey meaning “not normal”. But this ‘not normal’ thing is taken as something very bad, kind of a sin. WHY!!?

Just because a person is different from others he is bad? Even if its not his fault. Its human nature to resists a change, but it does not seem “human” when the change is a human himself.! I have seen many parents feeling very deppressed about their child if he/she is ‘abnormal’ and I proud to know atleast a couple who has been taking care of their child considering him UNIQUE and a gift from god.

But the point is the aren’t abnormal, but they are UNIQUE. They are different from the so called normal people. Why be normal if you can’t even accept the UNIQUENESS of others??!?

People won’t understand that the persons who have acheived something big were UNIQUE. They didn’t think normal. They never considered themselves in the so called ‘abnormal’ normal league and thats the only reason they succeeded.

There are many famous personalities who were not ‘normal’, but the world of the so called ‘normals’ should be grateful that they were born.

I don’t say that show sympathy towards the UNIQUE people, instead I say behave as one always does. Don’t make them beleive they are out of the league.

A blind person wouldn’t like if you tell him that you are sympathatic for him loosing his eyesight.!

Anyways, just to conclude,

think BIG, think DIFFERENT, think UNIQUE

 

PS:just rock on!!

 

 

 

 

A new life at a new place. It was something he was waiting for from so long. He would make friends and even more importantly, he would be in another city, enjoying, away from all the mistakes he did in his past. But he knew being away from home would be difficult but the excitement overpowered the sadness. So, he was ready for the new world.

He made friends quickly. He was liking  the place. It was what he thought about before coming. Kind of a SMALL dream come true. No one to interfere, no one to blame. Just when he thought he would have a better life, he came to a standstill.

He saw her ‘once upon a time classmate’ sitting in his class. She wasn’t his classmate but they were good friends then. They haven’t met during past 7 years. The faces had changed, but still some traces of the personality remained. And also some memories.

He was confused about the situation. Even she didn’t show as if she knew him. He remembered everything now. Every moment passing by him was turning to be embarrassing. He remembered himself standing in school uniform with two of his classmates and talking with them.

“What man. Don’t embarras me.” , he said.

“Oh yeah!! you MO*********R, then why is the need to be friends with a girl?”

“If I am friends witha girl girl that doesn’t needits about sex. Do you get it? And if you don’t get it she isn’t like that. I am nota low standard guy. My standard is higher than her.”

Speaking this was what he considered his biggest mistake when he saw her standing next to himself.

Life goes circles they say, and here he was, remembering old memories and thinking about the upcoming days. Confused about talking to her or not he spent his night thinking. What if she doesn’t talk? What if she does and says something which he wouldn’t like?
Varoius thoughts came into his mind, but he decided that he would take the initiative.

Next day at college he would go and try his luck. Rest depends on her.

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He woke up and glanced at the timetable.

“LAB!!”, his eyes sparkled.

Lab was an oppurtunity for him to talk to her. He was still nervous whether it would be worth it or not.

The time he was waiting for had come. She was there and he thought he had the oppurtunity. They were sitting facing each other. But both kept ignoring each other as if they had seen each other first time. The urge of talking to her was increasing. He was about to start the mission. He opened his mouth but with great timing the lab assistant announced his name.

” You are in the first batch. come here!”

It seemed oppurtunities many a times are not meant for us,that we are always on the darker side when it matters. He kept on htinking about his bad luck. Thinking of it wouldn’t restrain the lab assistant to give him the experiment to write.

So, he was back to his place, writing his experiment and cursing his luck. Thinking, he wouldnot be able to get an oppurtunity like this again.

Thhe bell rang and he almost finished writing his experiment, just when he heard a voice.

“Excuse me?”

He was astonished to see the girl behind her. God had different plans. The one he wanted to talk to came to him. He somehow managed to utter some words which sounded like “yes?”

“Are you Rahul?”

“yeah”

“Didn’t you recognise me ?”

“yeah. Priya right?” , he knew he was damn right.

“yup. How are you?”

And they went on to be better friends.

PS: Finally got some time to write.

PS: Didn’t get a better ending of this story.

PS: Indore is good and i m loving the colg.

PS: only negative is the unavailability of internet

PS: rock on!!!

# I don’t generally write posts reflecting what I really feel.

I had a dream yesterday. After watching psycho movies like ‘SAW’ and ‘Final Destination’ during my weekend night-out, I slept at around 5:30 in the morning and woke up at 1:00 pm afternoon due to nightmare. Since generally dreams are too stupid, I won’t bore you going into its details. So in brief here’s what I saw:

“I was in the first floor of a building which probably looked like my school. I was tied to a pillar (just like they do in the movie, ‘SAW’) and a few boys and girls were hitting me with steel rods. I was hurt, badly hurt. I struggled, I broke the ties and grabbed a steel rod. I was now fighting back (like a hero), hitting everyone coming into my way with the rod. I was horrified, restless and mad. I was smashing and smashing everyone. Suddenly I hit someone on the head with my steel rod. The person turned towards me and I realised she was ‘her’. I had hit her. I saw her eyes conveying pain. She fainted. And I was left to cry. What I’d done!”

I woke up with tears in my eyes. I really wanted to cry and so I cried. I was missing her. I’d always wanted to leave Bhopal so that I can forget her easily. But it seems I was wrong.

Since she never reads my blog, I can safely write a few things here. It was her birthday yesterday. I called her up, talked for a while.  She always tries to sound happy. She has changed, at least for me. And its really hard to accept that. Its been over two months for me in IIT, still unable to figure out if I am really happy in here. There must be something crucial, because otherwise I would have not thought about it.

Baatein Bhool Jaati Hai

Yaadein Yaad Aati Hai.

I feel alone here. There are many good and caring friends around, still I find myself alone. What’s the reason everytime I am lonesome when I return from Insti to hostel in the evening. Whenever I enter my room, there’s no one there. I do my lunch alone and dinner alone. Sometimes my friends ask me, “Kaha rehta hai tu?” Even I don’t know the answer.

May be I am the one who’s responsible for this. I am resisting change. Its me who wants to stay alone so that I can cherish my memories. I miss my mom, my family, my friends, my school and her. I miss days when I was preparing for IIT JEE. Actually I’ve figured out, preparing for JEE is like having sex. You try hard, want to get the ending desperately and when you become successful, you experience the ultimate satisfaction. But is that what you wanted???

No.

The satisfaction won’t lasts long and after a few hours you need to have sex one more time. That’s my condition probably. I am restless & confused now, living a visionless life. I don’t even know what should I do. All I do everyday is to pray to God. That’s it.

I tried so hard

And got so far

But in the end

It doesn’t even matter.

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PS — Now feeling much better.

PS — Should I request you all not to ask me about the girl I’ve mentioned.

PS — One more thing that makes me nervous are the bomb blasts in Delhi.

PS — Dear God, please do something. Innoncent people are dying.

PS – Must see: Saw 1,2,3,4 & 5.

PS — Girl Next Door – Elisha Cuthbert…….Umm…mm..mm..

PS — Adios.

# Formally, ‘Socials’ is an event organised usually a week before ‘Rendezvous’ in each boys hostel of IIT Delhi. A bus from IIT goes to some girl’s college of Delhi and returns completely packed with ’super-hot’ bandis for party.

Earlier Socials was meant to happen for freshers of IIT (or Faccha) only. Those ‘facchas’ who have spent their last 2-3 years in rubbing their asses in front of Physics, chemistry and mathematics books and finally cleared one of the most prestigious exams of the world. Those facchas who don’t know that there exists some better ‘curves’ than parabolas and hyperbolas. And those who’d never tried to learn the chemistry of love. Every single faccha in the Aravali Hostel was eagerly waiting for it when one day our great Dean UG ~ Shri Shri S R Kale banned Socials for freshers. That means this fabulous opportunity transferred to our ‘Seniors’ only.

So on 15th of September, 2008 Monday, a large bus from IIT Delhi went to Miranda Girls House and returned with some beautiful Homo-Sapiens existing on this lovely planet. For the facts, there were about 60 of them and guess what, the number of boys going to the event were only 40. There set-up a tent in the Aravali lawn and a DJ in Ara Common Room. Since we ‘poor facchas’ were not allowed for the event, we were left only to peek through the windows, rooftops, gaps in the tents etc. etc. And as you’ve guessed, ‘despos’ like me didn’t leave a single opportunity to do that.

So in the evening when I went to mess for dinner at around 7:30, I realised girls have already come and the party has started. I peeked through the gap in the tent and saw something one rarely gets to see in IIT ~ bandis. Man….there were lots and lots of them. I won’t say that they were the best ones, but some of them were damn hot. Most of them had come in clothes I won’t like to mention here. Each girl had at least one-inch thick layer of make-up on her face and I was also able to sense the ’smell’ of their perfume from 30 feets away.

I felt a bump in my stomach and may be because of this reason I didn’t take my dinner properly. After completing my dinner, me, along with my another ‘despo’ friend – Kunal Goel went for the exploration. We roamed around the venue and looked for every possible location from where we can get a good view of anything. Finally we found the place. It was a narrow strip besides the TV Room on the first floor from where we were able to see the whole Aravali Lawn. This was the time when we got the complete, clarified and close look of the bandis. We focussed on the few ones who looked really great and also those who dressed really great. (Sometimes, both things do not belong to the same person.)

Gradually, some more despo crowd joined the league. More facchas came and saw the whole scene with a big frustration + question mark on their faces. We clicked few photographs from Kunal’s great N-73. The camera was good but since we were sitting very far away, so couldn’t get the clarity expected. Gradually few girls began to notice the light of the flash and realised that someone is staring them from above. One of them called a senior and complained. Therfore we had to runaway from there to save our asses.

No comments.

They waited until someone came and took them.

Aravali Lawn

Then we went to the window of the Ara Common Room where DJ was set-up. There was a Paper Dance competition going on. Those seniors who were good enough, got a bandi for the dance. In paper dance, you’ve to dance on the paper only. And the paper gets shorter and shorter after every song. This means, you know…well…you get closer and closer to the girl. I again felt a big bump in my stomach. My frustration level was on the peak. And it broke the limits when I saw Tau Sir, one of my senior, doing dance with a bandi. Those who have seen his dance know how ‘closely’ he did it. I guess there was no inch of both of them that was left untouched. The news spread in a nano-second throughout the hostel and attracted more and more crowd. Everyone was speaking about Tau Sir who had by now carried the girl above on his hands. I was astonished by the support, the bandi was giving to him.

Finally dinner started. We again moved to the first floor to watch the lawn. Most of them were transformed from ’single’ to ‘couple’ now. Some of them were hanging even with two girls. Yes, there were exceptions for both of the above cases, but that was rare.

I couldn’t bear anymore, so I decided to left. I saw faces of my mates filled with disappointments. Everyone asking the same question – “Why we??”

Now since the night(mare) is over, all of us are hoping that one day we’ll also become seniors and enjoy the pleasure we were deprived of. Till then, I am left to be a ‘despo’ again.

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PS — Sorry mates, can’t upload the pics as I’ve lost my data cable.

PS — And I am not keen to walk 1.5 kilometers to Munirka Market to purchase it.

PS — So to soothe your mood, here’s the song of the day : Mitwa Re from ‘Hello’ by Pritam

PS — Tchao

# This post is dedicated to those people who believe that I cannot write on anything except girls. Although this post is a bit boring, but you must read it if you are concerned with it in any way.

It is said that great men have great visions or may be vice-versa. When Jawahar Lal Nehru established IITs in 1950s-60s, he had a vision, a vision of a scientifically and technically strengthened nation. The dream cherished and we got a highly prestigious and respected system of 7 technical institutions classified as the best in the world.

Then another man got a vision. This time the vision was not of a national interest but more of a political. He decided to repeat the history by establishing 8 new IITs. The man was Arjun Singh. The most interesting thing being he completed this convulating job in a few months. He established 6 new IITs in scratch without laying even a single brick. Some people call it miracle and I call it What the F!

So the most debatable question of all the times: “Is it justified?”

I will not try to answer that. Instead I would like to present my personal views on IIT Punjab which is mentored by my great college ~ Indian Institute of Technology Delhi. For the facts (as written in IIT Punjab official page):

“IIT Punjab will be located at Roopnagar (formerly Ropar), along the bank of the Sutlej river, about 50 kms from Chandigarh. However, since the setting up of the new IIT in its final location will take some time, IIT Delhi has been requested to incubate the IIT Punjab”

Therefore, the 120 so-called ‘NewIITians’ are residing in IIT Delhi campus. Girls are provided accommodation in Himadri Hostel while boys live in IP Apartments.

Mainly, IIT Punjab is benefitted by having their ‘gestation period’ in IIT Delhi. But there are some cons of it also. First lets see how its benefited:

# SENIORS

I feel this is the most important factor. What makes a college culture? Is it infrastructure? Is it faculty? Is it the facility provided?

No.

Its the seniors.  They make the culture of the college. They tell you what’s a college life, how things work here and how they don’t. Of course it comes with the cost of a little ragging but that’s also justified if its within the limits.

Let me give you an example of IIT Patna which is not currently functional in any other existing IIT. They are not having seniors. My friend who’s studying there told me that it still feels like a school there.

IIT Delhi provides them a ’senior support’ for their transformation from a school-chick to a college-dude. Also, this will help them in becoming a good senior when they’ll return to their own place.

# SYSTEM

IITs are not colleges, they are IITs. Its the system of IITs which distinguish them. Of course these students, while living in IIT Delhi will learn the system of an IIT. They will realise the standard of this world class institution and also to how far they’ll have to work to make their new college, one.

# the IITD factor

What else, they are getting to stay for one year in IIT Delhi man, the dream place for lakhs of people. And this was the sole reason why people picked IIT Punjab over other new IITs in the JEE counseling. Some of them also hoped that construction of buildings at Punjab were delayed in case, (whose probability is still high considering the efficiency of Indian Govt.) then there’s a good chance that they’ll complete their B.Tech here only in Delhi.

These were the advantages. Now time for some cons:

# PRIDE

Its something else in studying at your own college whatever or however it may be. But these students realised this later.

# DETACHMENT

The students of IIT Punjab are kind of ignored or aloofed from the mainstream. They are not allowed in Inter-Hostel events which is a major blow for their college life. Moreover, their classes are held separately in MS completely apart from the IITD students. Most of the IITD students haven’t interacted with even a single IITP student. It gets them detached from the rest.

# DISCRIMINATION

May this not be the case, or they think like this way, but IITP students feel they are discriminated both by IIT Authorites and IITD students. As the matter of fact, IITD students have been provided mostly with air-conditioned classrooms and other excellent facilities, but IITP students don’t. As mentioned above, they are also being detached from the mainstream.

Moreover, there are cases of student-discrimination, especially in girls. Girls of IITP stay with IITD girls in Himadri. The condition is just like preparatory course students living with first-year students. I guess, this explains everything.

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What do they feel about all this

I’ve asked a few IITPians this question and with no exception, all of them said they want to go to their own college. Its good its IIT Delhi, but its not theirs and that’s what really bothers them. Plus the above points of discrimination and detachment aggravate them.

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What Do I Feel about IIT Punjab

Since we are having guests in our college, so this is surely a nice question to ask. Before answering this question, I’ve discussed the issue with some of my friends and seniors. But still whatever I write here should not be taken as a general opinion.

Mainly I don’t care if they are here. Since I never meet them, never interact with them, for me they don’t exist. Establishment of new IITs is a depressing decision for me. Don’t be mistaken, we are still talking about the famous Indian Institutes of Technology, which have made a mark for themselves all over the world as the strongest Indian brand. Fortune 500s, the Navratnas, the PSUs, the Scientists – you name it, they are there. And the government believes it can recreate the brand overnight, even without a single brick being laid? Without any external support? WITHOUT FACULTY?

I can safely say that the system teaches you much more outside the classroom than inside. So, all those dumbfucks in Delhi need to realise that just announcing the formation of IITs within their ignorant midst does not make the IITs, you’ve got to arrange infrastructure, faculty and facilities for them before you start.

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FINAL COMMENT

Mainly, I feel sympathy for these ‘newIITians’. Also in particular, I really want IITD authorities to take measures to bring IITP students into  play. Although, their future is still in dilemma but don’t forget they are the IITians. The cream of the country. And that’s enough. The reputation of a college does not depend on its building, but the students studying there. 

And for those who believe that the reputation of exisitng IITs have diluted because of them, I am sorry you are wrong. It is true that the top 2% in JEE is the cream. But its just a part of the cream. The cream can be denser.

If every student in the US, graduates out from a good university- not associating himself with this mad JEE kind of competition, and still be called a good graduate, why not most students from India?

Although its sad to see that politics have infilitrated into education too, but one thing that’s also true is that ‘every cloud has a silver lining’.

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PS — Rendezvous is coming. Lets see if I can see ’something’ in it.

PS — Please stop asking about marks I got in minor I.

PS — Yesterday saw ‘Lifestyle’ rehearsals in WindT. Goddamn man…..

PS — I just can’t understand, how God designed such beautiful women. 

PS — Sorry for the boring post. But can’t help.

PS — Adios.

The Reading room

# For those who don’t know, R2 or ‘Reading Room’ is a large hall in the Central Library of IIT Delhi which is 24 hours open for students.

The Reading Room concept was introduced by IIT authorities to encourage students to study more. I don’t know how far they’ve succeeded in this job, but the one thing I do know is that the students have put this R2 into a better use. Some people read books here, and some read faces…….faces of girls.

There are several reasons why I go R2.

1. Its air-conditioned.

2. Its having a Nescafe counter.

3. Girls.

Some of the most prominent observations I had in R2 are as follows:

# The amount of study done is inversely proportional to the number of girls present out here.

# The amount of frustration (or frustaapa, as by IIT lingo), is directly proportional to number of couples present.

Earlier, I hated to go R2. I mean whats the point of walking a kilometre from your hostel to study something you can do it in your room only. But gradually I realised why the place is so popular. Basically it acts as a bridge between farthely-separated girls and boys hostel. Although boys have to walk a bit more to reach here than girls, but then again its justified. Afterall, they are the girls

Its also a meeting point of couples. They come with their books/laptops etc., sit for a while and try to study (which is impossible for both of them in presence of each other). And then when they fail badly, they sleep on each-others shoulders leaving the rest of the crowd to see them and envy.

There is also scope for those who are not having a ‘bandi’. Its really a great feeling to see a girl studying. I must say girls look really cute when they study. (I wish I could say the same for boys also. ) So, the funda is, you study and when you need a break, take your head out of your book and look around. After 5 minutes, you’ll be fully-refreshed and ready to start studying again.

R2 is also Wi-Fi enabled. So some people come here with their laptops. Since in R2 you cannot watch anything objectionable, therefore one can work here without any distractions (which normally occur when one is surfing internet in his room).

So friends, this is R2. Here the love inculcates, nourishes and reaches upto the extent of sleeping (of course on each other’s shoulders). I really doubt if R2 has produced some 9 pointers. But one thing thats sure is that it has been the favourite hangout for ‘5 point someone’ like me.

I had a lot of R2 for the last few days because of my minor exams. May be this was the reason I screwed all my papers. Still I am hopeful that one day I’ll visit R2 and will use the excellent facility provided by Indian Government for only studying. Although I doubt the day will come.

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PS — Minors ended. Trying to forget the nightmare.

PS — Hmm… ‘Rock On’ rocks man..(only if you watch it in a theatre having good sound)

PS — I’d sent a friend request to a girl of my branch on orkut, but she refused.

PS — So I sent it again and guess what, she again refused.

PS — One day I asked her the reason and she said, “Its because of your blog”.

PS — WTF!!

PS — Coming Bhopal. Yipee…!!

PS — Addicted to Kishore Kumar. He rocks.!

PS — Tchao

NOTE: IT IS NOT THE FILM REVIEW OF THE WILL SMITH JADEN SMITH STARER “THE PURSUIT OF happYness”. ITS NOTHING IN RELATION WITH IT.

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He was the happiest person as he had got ’some’ success at last. He got admission in a good college. One of the better one in his state if not the country. The news spread quickly. The communication were modern enough to spread this ’small’ news throughout the country in few hours.

Everybody was happy for him. Even the people who weren’t showed that they were even if the college was in a different city. He would have to live his graduating years out of his home. But he was happy. Everybody was.

The day was going fine. His family had plans to go to a temple to thank god  for the ’small success’. They decided for the next morning. It was a Sunday and thus a holiday. He was happy for doing what he wanted and getting it.

But the future had different plans.

As the day went on as a happy one, the night came.

Suddenly, he heard his mother and father fighting over something. He had seen them fight on small issues as years passed, but the frequency had increased vigorously. He never liked it. So, once again he tried to intervene. But no one would listen. Both of them tried to blame each other. The fight somehow ended. But he wasn’t happy.

A thought came into his mind.

“they will fight more when i am not with them. they at least stop now whenever i intervene“

Suddenly in a very less time, the emotions changed-from happy to sad. The person who never regretted his decisions, even the wrong ones, was regretting his biggest decision. in some quick seconds, he began thinking of himself as a fool. The decision made him loose his self-confidence. The decision taking admission in a collegeoutside his place. The decision of living away from home. And thus he talked to GOD.

“Hey bro. Is this what you wanted to do?”

“This what? Aren’t you happy?”

“I was but now….”

“Ya. I know”

“Is it my fault?”

“You will find out. Gunnite.”

GOOD!!! Night would not be good now. He knew this.

He was frustated and thought of not going for the temple visit. Anyways, he had talked to god and would do the same thing tommorrow. But he knew it would create a bigger problem.

So, he slept to wake up early.

PS: no ps this time.

First of all let me tell you it isn’t a tutorial ….the title given is just to attract people to the post …

Recently I went to a seminar regarding career and etc etc. organized by a private institute of Bhopal. All I can do was getting bored. Although they gave a pen and a notebook to make notes, but I wasn’t interested. Still because I went there I HAD to do something. AND I did something which is what I am going to share with you. I made some pictures of the seminar.

WARNING: Parental guidance suggested

this one was made at the start of the seminar…..i m not good at drawing so let me tell you the faces weren’t like ‘+’.

This one was made when the seminar was about to end ….let me tell u again …there were very less people left hence less people in the drawing

PS: Thank you reading the WARNING and still not complying with it

Mr. Mehta, a respected personality in the area was invited as the chief guest in the republic day celebrations. He, no doubt was the most eligible person for this ‘responsibility’. Watching himself in the mirror once again he said, “Lets go. I don’t want to be late.”

His son was already waiting at the driver seat when both of them came out of the den. JAY MEHTA was just into his job and wasn’t interested in the independence day celebrations. But no doubt he was not going to go against his ‘patriotic’ father. So, they went straight to the JAWAHAR GROUND.

Surprisingly for JAY there were many people waiting for the program to start and more importantly most were school or college students. For the first time he felt the inspiration his father was. He glanced at his father who was by now out of the car and proceeding to the stage and whispered sorry for not respecting the inspiration. Suddenly the independence day was beginning to feel good.

……………….15 mins after………..

The program had started and there were some songs and plays before his father’s speech. He was waiting curiously for the speech. He heard about the inspirational speeches, how he delivers them and how people get inspired with his speeches. But this was the first time he was going to hear it live.

The announcer spoke out Mr. Mehta’s name and he was on his way to deliver yet another inspirational speech.

“Dear countrymen. We are here to celebrate our freedom. Not just to celebrate, but also to remember the people who worked hard for it. We, the Indians are a free regime now. Free to work hard for OURSELVES.” He pressed hard on the word ‘ourselves’.

“And we have to work hard to make India a great country. To make ourselves a better life. To make India proud. JAI HIND!!!”

And the ground was filled with voice of the national anthem as soon as he unfurled the national flag. It is always a proud moment for every person to watch the national flag of his country fluttering. JAY was also feeling the same. He was happy now that he had attended his dad’s speech.

They went back home. He went to his room and switched on some metallica songs. He was listening to them on a high volume.

“JAY a lil low son.”

“sorry mom.” He made the volume a lil’ low. Maybe he was bored or maybe he was not in mood to listen to mettallica , he switched off the stereo. He went to the hall and switched on the T.V- changed the channel to an English movie channel. It was showing ‘The Lord Of The Rings’. One of JAY’s favorite and thus JAY was wanting to watch it.

The door bell rang and in came Mahesh uncle. He was a colleague of Mr. Mehta. JAY turned to him.

“Hi, Mahesh uncle….” And his father interrupted.

“Atleast say JAI HIND today.”

JAY was a little bit angry but didn’t mind.

“JAI HIND uncle.”

“JAI HIND” And he walked in the guest room with Mr. Mehta.

Time was passing smoothly. After an hour or so, his father came out and turned the channel to a ‘more patriotic’ one. It was showing the old Hindi patriotic songs. JAY was pissed with this controlling behavior.

“What is this ?”

“this what?”

“why did you change the channel?”

“today is independence day.”

“so??”

“so you should listen to some patriotic songs.”

“and why is that?”

“because I am saying this.”

“plz. the movie is about to finish.”

“no”

“why cant I ?”

“you should obey ur father.”

He didn’t say anything. He knew he had already missed the movie. But then he thought “IS THIS FREEDOM?”

PS: HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!! to both PAKISTAN AND INDIA

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PS: rock on!!!