Who’s got the POWER?

S: What’s that? What happened to your left eye?
I: Was bitten by some insect last night. I guess it was one of those bees who have made quite a hive just outside this wind0ow of your room. By the way, are you coming to CLT today evening for the lecture?
S: I will better read about it in the Economic Times. They are just showing it through video cameras anyways. What’s the point?
I:Dude, he is actually coming to IIT. Since the CLT has limited space, they are putting projectors in two other halls. That’s it.
S: Oh is it? When’s the lecture?
I: 4:30
S: I have a class. Anyways, my Prof will have better things to tell than Yashwant Sinha. All BJP leaders are the same, they speak the same bullshit things. The central budget has just been announced. I tell you, this Yashwant Sinha will do nothing but attack Chidambram’s budget.
I: I’ll go and listen to him. Then, may be I can have some opinion on him. By the way, Yashwant Sinha was a Prof in Patna University for some time before he cracked the Civil Services. And then this guy, left his job of an IAS officer to join politics. And think of this, he ended up becoming the Finance Minister of India finally. One can’t quit a job like IAS just like that.
S: He must have realized that he couldn’t do much as an IAS officer. I mean, what power does an IAS officer has? Nothing.
I: It all depends with whom you are comparing you powers to. Think of the powers of an IAS officer relative to that of a poor farmer. You will see the difference. Talking in the same line, even the Prime Minister of India has such minimal powers on a global basis when compared with the US President. You know what, we need to have our own estimates of ourselves. If we think, there’s a particular height that we want to climb in this life, and then we go ahead and actually reach that height, then that is all that matters for us. For some, the height ends at becoming IAS officers. For Yashwant Sinha, it was much more than that.


Down Gun

Look what I found. Isn’t this an awesome design for a polybag? There’s so much of creativity out there in this world.


Make a guess: who is HE?

How about this? The first five correct entries will get a return ticket to Patna, and free two days three nights stay in the heart of Bihar! Cummon, you have such a fundoo incentive now.


Nana karte pyaar tumhi se kar baithe

I have literally fallen in love with this man’s performance. There was a time, when I was so sure he could deliver only one type of show, the type that he had himself estabilishd in Krantiveer.

Nana definitly proved me wrong. He was simply amazing as the corrupt politician in Apharan (and rightly deserved the Filmfare award for the best actor in a negative role, which he got two days back) as well as the comic character in Bluff Master. His level of acting in both these movies is unmatched.

And the latest flick that I am looking upto is Taxi No. 9211. Anyone seen it already?

Update: See what I discovered: Nana’s blog
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Who can smile better?

Her performance in Black was outstanding, so what if this caricature is not. But hey, don’t tell me the eyes were not sufficient for you to guess who she was? Hmm?


Bill Se

There’s something about him that makes me wish I were him.

I mean, let’s think of these:

* I would have been the most powerful man on earth for eight years straight.

*I would have had sex with a hot chick working in my office, would have been in limelight because of this and at the end of it, my wife would still have had been with me.

*I would have been helping out the AIDS affected Indian junta, making sure that God gets enough happy to book a place for me in heaven. [news link]

Oh, I really wish I were him.

my freaky stories

Do you really wanna know?

‘By the way, did I ask you how was your day today, honey?’

She responded without even looking, ‘you are trying to be sweet, aren’t you?’

‘Why are you talking like this, hmm? Angry with me? Oh cummon, you should tell me if there’s something going on inside you. Shouldn’t you?’

She didn’t reply.

‘Do you really wanna know, what feeling hot is all about? Hmm?’

There was a spark in her eyes as she replied, ‘Oh yes mom, please tell me.’

‘Tell me first, what do you think it is. Do you really believe it had anything to do with standing out in the sun?’


‘So? What do you think?’

‘I don’t know. I am too small. You should tell me mummaa. Please, tell me now.’

‘Okay, kiddo. You feel hot when you get sick and you catch fever. You forgot the last time, mumma was sick, and she was so hot? And mumma had to take medicines to get well?’

‘Oh yeah, you are right mumma. I remember now, you were like sooo hot and then dad was like, I mean he just helped you all night. Yeah I remember.’

Sanjana just couldn’t control her laughter at this. ‘You got it kiddo. So now, start with your homework baby. Will you?’

this conversation follows this story


STEELing the show

my freaky stories

some like it HOT

The sun was shining on her innocent beautiful face. But the sunscreen lotion would save her from turning darker. As if she cared. Sanjana saw her in the sun and called out.

‘What are you doing there in the sun?’

‘Feeling hot’.

A smile appeared on Sanjana’s face as she listened to this. ‘And why do you want to feel hot baby? It’s already so hot. And days will turn warmer as the summer is going to mature.’

‘When does one feel hot?’

Now this is really getting messy.
Sanjana went to her and brought her back inside the shade of the room.

‘You shouldn’t be watching too much of TV. What about your homework, finished it? Cummon, chalo mumma will help you do it.’


We HATE you, you foolish blogger

Most of them, who are my friends here in IIT, can’t understand why someone needs to blog; why I need to blog. Poor creatures!

Those friends who are closer to me, not only don’t understand the need to blog but to top it, go ahead and laugh and make fun of this hobby of mine, on the slightest opportunity. This obviously makes my life a little difficult, if nothing else. These guys will make faces, pass some bullshit comments, and try to convince me that blogging is a total time pass, whenever they can. This attitude becomes quite painful at times. But then, I still blog and I know why I do that.
Why do I blog?

I just LOVE blogging. Yes, the answer is as simple as that. Love is the word!

Blogging isn’t just another hobby to me, but is a source of immense satisfaction to my soul, in this mad place called IIT where all that matters to every focussed guy is CGPA. Blogging takes me to a new world, lets me share my thoughts and opinions with anyone who cares to, and gives to me an opportunity to delve in something, which makes me feel passionate about it.


These guys I have been discussing are not evil or anything like that. I can try to explain why they react the way they do.

Most of them, have never tried blogging. So they have no idea, what kind of a hobby it is. When it’s about painting, or sketching, or playing cricket, everyone knows what the deal is. And the reason is simple. As kids, all of us have tried our hands at these well known hobbies. So we have some clue as to what makes people enjoy these.

So when I make sketches, it is taken in a good spirit but when it comes to blogging, it just appears shit to these dear friends. Not their fault. May be in a couple of years, when the world will realize it’s the hobby of the new century, the logic behind blogging will make some sense to these guys. And then they could appreciate what I do.

Till that time, I have to live with the bitter fact that blogging appears so useless to my buddies. The only good thing is that, I know at least few persons who do take it in good spirit. And this is what keeps me going.