A cup of Tea, plate of Maggi,nd a poached egg

"At the stroke of the midnight hour, while the world sleeps, India will awaken to life and freedom,"

-Jawaharlal Nehru, (either president or prime minister of India...am not sure coz am drunk!!)

But never mind...we NITians won’t be present to awaken to so called "life nd freedom"...coz we will definitely be busy munchin at the night canteen....

so lemme tell u a story......

dere was dis guy far off in da land of foods.....his mom used to cook good good things for him....but it was never able to tantalize his taste buds....he thought he was meant for higher food....

until one sad day he was bought nd left to da hands of this demon mess-wala.....

he laughed nd laughed nd laughed....until he forgot why was he laughing.....

nd den began da days of peril......every mornin he was acidified wid those oil parathas(ok ok...also a bit of flour)....

den followed da lunches of devil's dal....conspicuous karelas....

he wasnt even spared of those "chee"ken at da dinner...

but he beard dat wrath silently......nd prayed to god for a messiah.....but he felt his prayer went unheard...he even tried to suicide by gulpin down a whole bowl of dal in one day....

den one nite...after da darkness covered every possibility of lite....

messiah arrived....armed wid is stove nd frying pan....he cam ridin thru in his cycle.....

his face glowed wid benevolence...or was it sweat....

nd he bought wid him.....our dreams....
dis guy felt da presence f messiah...nd ws drawn towards him.....

nd den he heard those magic words...."kya chahiye.....maggi ya bread omelet, ya fir lobster in oyester sauce"......(ok u got me i was kiddin!!)

he settled for a maggi....nd he saw how dis magic cook....made 5 plates of maggi frm just one packet......
by now dis guy mesmerized had no doubt abt his capabilities...

do he began to eat his plate of maggi....nd wat a experience it was coz by da time his fork reached da plate....it was empty...all he cud see was his frnds lickin their fingers....

but da messiah saw his plight nd gave him another plate....dis time....he tasted da elixir of NIT....it was lke nothing else u hav ever tasted before(maybe a bit like maggi,but nothin else dan dat)

nd satisfied he thought dat yes.....i do hav reasons to live.....

so he turned to leave da nite canteen nd face da world wid a new front...wen da messiah called frm behind...

"saab.....30 rupaiye(Rs.30) hue"

nd frm dat day onwards...his dad awaits a messiah to fill up his sons depleting bank balance....

Loving to Love

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."


-St. Augustine,Captain Corelli's Mandolin


Does love fades away......or does it grows stronger wid time???

Does it loses da initial awkwardness...or does it gains da required stability?...

Does it brings a end of possibilities.....or opens doors for a new set of dream.....

Maybe everyone of us asks one of dis question at one point or other in life...today after a year of being in dis bliss full state i hav to decide am i happier dan before or it never actually changed anything.....

My frnds says i hav wasted my precious independence.....i have got myself struck in some un needed obligations......

maybe dey r rite frm dere way....but still wen i close my eyes to imagine a life widout her...all i face is void....

means how cud i deny those moments of warmth.....those trusts made ,broken,nd mended....

those glances of assurance.......nd words of confidence.......

wen i close my eyes i cal still feel her warm sweats in my palm......clutchin me afraid to loose....

i can feel her tears markin every moment of joy nd pain.....

yes da dependency is an obligation......but da faith is a gift....

yes da dreams have changed course....but dey haven't deserted me......now i can dream for two......

yes dere r moments of arrogance....but dey follows those moments of reconciliation.....

yes, i may have my strings attached but somewhere at da end of they day.....these strings hold me in place.....

and after all this i can say i have enjoyed all da moments i faced.....we faced.....

we may hav lost da spark.....but we did lit da fire.....

Here I Am !

"The distinction between children and adults, while probably useful for some purposes, is at bottom a specious one, I feel. There are only individual egos, crazy for love. "

--Don Barthelme

So its 1 year nd countin.....

1 year of initial awkwardness....1 year of standin in line for loo bettin which will come out first....da guy in da toilet or.....errrr leave it.....

1 year of transporting literally afternoon shit thru oesophagus...havin hope dat things will change one day.....
1 year of sneakin into night canteen widout frnds knowledge....nd burnin tongues wid hot Maggi....
1 year of rushin collge wid swollen eyes...nd promisin oneself....2morow i m gonna wake up early......
1 year of losing da privilege 2 change pants behind close doors.....

but after things did change......abt 365 days ago.....i was da guy who went to bed eagerly by now coz he had to catch his train next day to go home for weekend...for da very 1st time....he was super excited....he planned his 2 days of exile......he lived every moment of it.....

but 2day in da darkness of da nite...1 year nd numerous weekend at home later.....he is a bit reluctant 2 go bak to home dis weekend.....
he is bit reluctant to leave late day sleep of da cumin weekend.....he is reluctant to leave his internet connectivity(thou its shitty!!!) nd downloading movies frm LAN......

he will miss his weekend dining out.....nd surely being wid his frnds 24X7......

so this guy thinks.....is it da change he was sure will never come.....is it da beginnin of his tru adulthood....his true independence.....time....wen he will come out of dat unseen cocoon of teenager to be all alone in da facing race of life wid eagerness.....or is it being da selfish guy who will leave behind his past, his parents in his race of adventure, stunt of friendship....

is he losin his past or is he gainin a new future.....

why i dunt feel those butterflies in my stomach which i felt 1 year i ago.....i see dat same guy in mirror...am i grown up....or i m trying to be....or am i avoiding to be.....

its been 1 year of every damn thing.....but it has been da best 1 year of my life......i found my direction.....i found my friends.....i found my most precious gift of my life....which i intend keepin all my life....if da gift intends to bear wid me.....

So here i am today wat i intended to be yesterday!!

Hopeless in Hostel

Sittin half nude....wid a laptop constantly plottin against ur potency...in a 7 by 7 feet room which is shared by a by-now-in-dreamland roommate....dere r too possibilities....

either i m in a really gud prison or a really shitty hostel.....but wats da difference.....

So welcome to NIT Rourkela.....mah college....oops institute....oops...watever..

thou by now....any fellow hostilities readin dis post mite be givin me i-kno-wat-ur-goin-thru look...all i can say is dat...dude....u dunt kno...

only hostilities worse dan us r waitin for dere body parts to be cut by some manic wannabe surgeon...but at least dey got a movie made for dem

we do have facilities,better nd unlike any other place....but rarely does dat facilities...facilitate us:

1>we do have toilets....ample of dem....but our institute believes...cleanin ur hands is more important dan ur ass...so either u can hav smelly butts or u hav to impossible gymnastics on washbasin....err...i hop u got it....

2>again we do have geysers.....but again...we believe in burnin ur skin for once and all....rather den cleanin dem regularly....

3>we hav bath cubicles(cant xactly call bathrooms)....but ppl have to understand...bathroom is da place where we bath...nd garbage bin is da place where we throw garbage...dey r both completely different.....

4>i cant also complain abt our mess....its gud....but dey shud kno we dunt quite like those dead flies toppins...

5>also u shud kno our insti is expandin nd introducin new courses....but i may request dem to keep da insects in their custody until zoology courses start...they can be allotted halls later...we dunt particularly njoy there company...they r quite gayish nd attempt kissin us unasked for...

6>i can understand dat we hav to learn adjustin to all kind of cuisines....but egg-water curry....ndchappati disks...are not a cuisine...accrdn to internet.....

7>nd even thou blood donation is noble thing to do...but can u ask ur volunteer mosquitoes to be less frequent?


So all in all its not dat bad afterall....isnt it???

but all i need to ask is to da Jain guys dat...if u think ur doin hardship nd will attain salvation....wat da fuck are we doin....???