him: It’s insane.
her: Yes, I know.

him: How is it even possible?
her: Calm down. Just accept it. It’s possible. It’s happening.

him: I think I have gone mad.
her: Insane and mad are one and the same.

him: Shut up. Oh no, had you not spoken, I wouldn’t have been reacting the way I have been anyways. It’s too late to ask you to shut up.
her: So you don’t mind if I continue talking to you?

him: It’s just insane.
her: Why are you so boring?

him: I don’t mind being boring, but please someone tell me that I am not mad. I don’t mind being an asshole or a drop of any asshole’s cum shot, but I don’t want to be a mad man who can listen to a mother fucking mosquito speak!

She was good looking and small. And she was a good sucker. Fluttering her wings, she roamed around. She roamed around and flew from one place to another in search of blood. Human blood. She needed blood to survive. It had never been difficult to find giant sources of blood. They were everywhere, the so called human beings. She had seen so many of her friends being brutally murdered, in hot blood. She recalled the million times she herself had escaped death by a fraction of a second. She was smart. She knew how long was long enough to keep sucking. She had survived so far and she was pretty sure of a long and happy life ahead of her.

It was a cold night when she was enjoying a feast. His blood tasted different. She immediately developed a liking for his blood. It was just awesome. She had never tasted anything like that before. It was smoother than honey and classier than wine. She knew she had to keep coming back to this guy. Before leaving, she had a glimpse of his face. He was sound asleep. He looked like a guy who would never kill a beautiful creature like her. At least she thought so. It was getting late. She left the place.

her: You speak bad words. You hurt me. I am a female by the way. At least be technically correct while abusing me. I cannot fuck my mother, or anyone else’s mother for God’s sake.

him: You know what? Let me just assume that I have actually turned mad. Because if I don’t assume that, I’ll go mad anyway.
her: You make sense.

him: I do? Ah, finally something’s making sense here! Alright miss mosquito, why the fuck did you even try waking me up? I could have killed you even before you got the chance to start talking? Or are you some super-mosquito who has come from some other planet to save all the mosquitoes of planet earth from the evil human race?
her: Can’t you talk like a decent guy for a second? You want to know why I woke you up? Alright, listen then. It’s been ten days now that I have been sucking your…

him: Sucking my what?
her: Don’t even think about that you horny soul.

him: Eh, I am sorry, I got carried away. I guess I totally forgot that there are other things worth being sucked in me. (Giggle) So you have been sucking my blood since ten days now. But did I ever stop you from doing that? I still don’t get you. Why did you wake me up?
her: You are not even letting me speak.

him: Alright, carry on. I’m listening.
her: Hmm. Well, usually I treat all humans alike. I need them for my survival. They are my energy sources. I need them. But I found you very different. I mean it wasn’t really you when it started. It began with your blood which by the way is the best thing I have ever had in my life.

him: Thanks for the bloody compliment.
her: Heh. Very funny. Whatever. So yeah, though it began with your blood, gradually I started liking you as well. I have this habit of sucking people and leaving them before they realize the pain. I am pretty good at it. In your case, I tried changing my rules a little bit. Even when I knew, it was time to leave, I kept devouring some more blood. Man, you are good. You never even moved once. This was more than enough. I realized I was totally in love with you. I realized I had to let you know about this. And here I am. Finally talking to you.

him: I am speechless.
her: Can I kiss you?

him: What the…
her: Alright, I understand that you can’t even make out my lips from my vagina. I am sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. I really am sorry.

him: Hey it’s okay, don’t say sorry now. I guess you got carried away. I mean I still am speechless but I guess I should at least say thank you.
her: Thank you?

him: Well, yeah. I mean it always feels great to know that someone out there loves you. Doesn’t it?
her: Yeah it does.

him: Hmm.
her: Hey tell me one thing. Do you like, like me?

him: Eh. If hundreds of your sisters come around right now, I won’t even be able to figure out which one is you! How can I like you?
her: What if you had been blind?

him: But I am not blind.
her: Yes, I know you are not blind. But what if you were? Would you have liked me then?

him: I don’t know. I have no idea what liking means to blind men.
her: What does it mean to you?

him: I know where this is headed to. I could see that coming. Look, I am a straightforward person. Looks matter to me, alright? I don’t know what I would have done if I could not see, but when I can, I know who are likable and who aren’t. Period.
her: So you don’t like me because you don’t find me beautiful?

him: Beautiful? Look who is talking about beauty to me! A mosquito. Was that supposed to be a joke or something?
her: Is this all about beauty? Don’t you think there are other things that are beautiful? Like feelings? Like love?

him: You are smart. It’s difficult to win with you. But that still doesn’t change anything. I am happy to know that you love me but sorry, I don’t see how I can ever look at you that way.
her: What if I tell you I am actually a girl? A beautiful girl!

him: I would go back to sleep.
her: Alright listen, I am a girl. I mean, alright, I am not right now but I indeed was one, not long back. Don’t ask me how and why it happened but I was turned into this nasty creature. And the way it always happens, I was told about the only way I could turn into a girl again.

him: Fuck, this is getting interesting. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. You not kidding me, are you?
her: Fuck you. What makes you think a mosquito can speak otherwise? Are you like totally dumb?

him: Ah, ok. Fine. I believe you. Fuck man, this is crazier than my wildest dream. Tell me how you can turn back to a girl. But don’t tell me I have to kiss you or something. I mean, I can understand kissing a frog, but a mosquito! Naah, not happening. Nice try.
her: No, you don’t have to kiss me.

him: Cool, what do I have to do then?
her: You just have to snap me off.

him: Snap you off?
her: Don’t jump off. I was told that I would find only one person who could listen to me, and if that person agreed to snap me off, I would turn back to my old self.

him: Are you sure? What if you die?
her: Don’t irritate me. Just do it.

him: Alright baby, here you go.

SNAP

Tiny droplets of his own blood left red stains on his palm. He looked at the squeezed body.

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Mostly because of lack of anything else to talk about, here goes yet another take on yet another movie. ‘Man of the year’ has got Robbin Wiliams who I remember mostly from this movie called Mrs. Doubtfire which later got redone in Hindi and was released by the name of Chachi 420.

What kinda folks will like this movie?

Well, this ain’t really a very off beat movie. But it’s good. You will like it if you have at least some interest in American Politics. The movie afterall is about a comedian talk show host becoming the President of United States. By the way, believe me when I say that for some reason or other, Williams looks a lot like Bush to me. Heh! If that was done intentionally by the makers of this 2006 release, they surely have succeeded. Hey listen, if you like Robbin Williams, do watch this movie. I am not sure if there is any comedian around who can peacefully pull off as American President. He is worth watching. So if you don’t care about the actor, this movie isn’t really a must watch or anything.

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I was a choot in my first year. I still am a choot, in my fifth year. Somethings never change. A lot of things do.

Fifth year in IIT is the year to lay back, relax, sip a cup of life every morning (without sugar), and blow few drags of life, every evening. In your fifth year, you feel like a cross between a student and a Professor! At one moment you are acting as a teaching assistant (TA), sitting in classes checking class participation, and grading assignments of the students. At another instant you are the same good ol’ student attending the same good ol’ boring lectures. After having spent a little more than four years in the same institute (be it a institute of technology, numerology or sex), you know precisely how each and everything happens, and how so many other things don’t happen.

When you were good at something in your freshie years, rest were jealous of you. When you were good at something in your second year, some started talking about you, others started hearing about you. When you were still good at something in your third year, you were caught hold of and made to do those things by whoever could make you do them. And you did them! In your fourth year, you were of course taken for granted to be good and further teach and inspire many more to become as good as yourself.

Comes fifth year. An ‘o’ is dropped from the good. Yes, if you are still good in your fifth year, still working, and as enthusiastic about what you do as you had always been, you are no more considered good. You are tagged God! You are not supposed to go wrong. Freaky feeling, I tell you. Because you know, you have always been the same. Only the perceptions changed. Four years is a long time my friend (I love to believe I don’t have enemies).

I am happy I accepted to work for Shaastra, the last and final time. I had almost made my mind to quit and live a lone, quite and apparently happy life. But today, if you ask me, I don’t regret my decision. No, not because junta decided to drop that extra ‘o’. I am happy for the simple fact that I got to know and work with an entirely new set of people. But for Shaastra, I would never have got the chance to expand my sphere. Very few of my year-mates still live inside campus. I would have felt very alone and lonely, had I not been a part of Shaastra.

I can sense a small trace of sentiness somewhere inside me as I try hard to conclude this post. The time to bid adieu to insti is arriving. And it is arriving fast. In my fifth year, I finally realize that I have grown up to be a man who is ready to go out and not only face the world, but rule it. I carry with me, my strength. Let me go ahead and put a full stop right away. A strong decision indeed.

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Part 1 Part 2

This is the concluding part of the three series post which talks in detail about how a poster gets done in the best organized technical festival in India referred to as Shaastra. These posters were being worked upon so that they could be sent over to various colleges all over India, inviting students from different corners of the nation to come over to IIT Madras and participate in some of the many interesting events.

Let me post the final posters that will be printed and dispatched.

Do you notice the last poster? If you have read part 2 of the series, you will realize that it’s the same ‘We celebrate’ poster with a totally revamped design. I had to do it, because the last one was still not so appealing. The Truly Madly Deeply poster remains almost unchanged but if you notice properly, it looks nicer now.

And the first poster that you see here, was conceptualized in flat 10 minutes. It’s great to have a big team with many people. But at times, you just don’t have the time to call them all, brain-storm and come up with something extensively creative. During such time, you open photoshop, close your eyes, think for few seconds and build something out of scratch that looks good. Job done. Aniket helped me in finding suitable images for all the three strips and modifying the initial poster. Finally, it looks neat.

There is a brochure too that shall be dispatched in the same envelope which will carry all these posters. And talking about envelopes, they were designed too! Just that I don’t find it necessary to put each and every design work that my team gets done!

Alright, enough said. Before I end, if you are an engineering student, do come up to my insti during the Shaastra time (3-8 Oct). Cyao.

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The latest professional work for which I got paid.

A bit on ROPE:

ROPE is a company incubated by RTBI of IIT Madras which takes manufacturing to villages in suitable sectors through a rural production outsourcing model.

It has developed a replicable model of ICT supported production organization, execution, inventory & supply chain management and client interface with opportunities of rural entrepreneurship.

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Sometimes winning is everything. And this time, Yash Raj Films was able to win my heart completely with its 2007 release of Chak De India.

I could see the trend of YRF picking up new style but something like Chak de was totally unexpected. You have YSF and SRK, you expect a Muhabbatein or worse, KANK!! But when you end up watching a delight of a movie like Chak De, you wonder what took these guys so long to make a classy movie like this? The movie is just studd, and if this is not yet another remake of some hollywood flick, then I totally respect whoever wrote this movie, whoever chose the actors, and of course all those who acted.

Dhoom and its sequel that came up were cheesy and stylish. But they were artificial. They were cogged efforts. They relied on copied stunts and comic book story lines. They worked merely on the glamor value. They were hollow if you ask me. Chak De is totally different. This is a movie devoid of overacting, kung-fu stunts where people fly, over glamorized babes, okays sort of story line and last but not the least, that stale SRK who had so far only uttered senti crap with the same damn senti face (which he had discovered probably in KKHH). This movie is fresh. Everyone in this movie is fresh. Everything about this movie is fresh. Chak De tells you that you don’t have to make a Black to make a movie which is close to reality. Oh, the movie is so damn real, and still so non-boring till the end.

Go watch it. Dekh le India.

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