The Three IDIOTS!!

If you are wondering if I have suddenly acquired some mystique attributes of the famous propheciser Nostradamus, so much so that I suddenly have an insight into the brand new venture of Aamir Khan(caught ya' dumb heads there !!- You dont even seem to have a clue that the name of the forthcoming venture of AK is the same as the heading of this article, do ya'??) even before it has hit the production floor , havin seen all the movie ahead of time in some spooky mirror that has come under my possession, and therby all set to post a review of the same - STOP wondering rightaway.All I know about this flick is the that itz based on Chetan Bhagat's bestseller - Five Point SomeOne.And before you start wondering about the source of this statement, no, its not that I have a developed a fascination towards witchcraft to capacitate me to know the unknown, sitting all day in front of a blazing flame with with a garland made of human skulls dangling around my neck, chanting " Aabra-ka-Dabra" . Itz just that I came across this fact while navigating some blog named filmi deewane or sumthin this afternoon.( Oyeee -Swear on my neighbour's dog had nothin to do dis afternoon ...aur wo bhi galti se gaya us site pe..)

My friends have been fretting and whining for some time now that my first few articles in this blog might just lead the Indian government to seriously consider legalising euthanasia ( read - mercy killing) .And I dont blame them for that.Afterall,Bardaasht ki bhi ek had hoti hain.And from all those who have read those posts at my behest ( or rather at the blackmail of revealing those infamous secrets to their so called beloved fiances) ,without understanding the head or tail of what I was trying to illustrate therein,what else do you expect.And then this morning,when I went through my previous two posts, I suddenly realised that I might just give the image of the legendary Devdas some serious beating, if not make him look like a preacher of Love ,all geared up in his latest Provogue shirt & Adidas sneakers, to display his inherent CASANOVA alike lineament in Chandramukhi's kotha every weekend.

And It thus dawned upon me that I badly need a break ...And so i told myself - Lets just break the ice !! And lemme have a life.!!The past is past.Like those dialogues of some b grade hindi cinema of 1970's- "Wo tumahare bare main soch bhi nahin rahi hain, tum kyun apna zindagi us ke liye barbaad kar rahe ho".Unfortunately, I dont stay with one pristine mausi clad in a white sari ,akin those jurassic era movies, to whom I can pledge "Mausi,Main kuch aisa ban ke dikhaunga taki ekdin,usko apne galti ka ehsaas ho" , nor could I empower myself to directly head towards the sheltar of a talismanic street light to pursue some kind of mysterious text book, which has some miraculous endowment to transform one's life from "rags to riches" in 60 days flat!!

And thus, in pursuit of a change, I went out of my sanctimonious abode. ( read - my house whose cleanliness would probably lead to the housekeeping workers of Tihar jain lodge a dharna for an increase in salary, being convinced that they are doing a lot more justice viz a viz their salary to keep the jail cellars clean).And this is where I made a replication of the three idiots get inculcated in the general public.

Idiot no 1 - Have you seen a coffee parlour/coffee bar anywhere in India where a beautiful lass is sitting all alone, engrossed in her coffee or titbits, as if she's waiting for her prince charming, and probably indulged in a fascination of how he will come charging in a brown mustang, ignoring the brimming street lights and over flowing crowds, his only objective of life being to reach on time to ask for the lady's hand ??No?? Well, neither have I.Infact, I have never seen a cute young girl all alone in any coffee parlour , or even any food joints for that matter,for as long as I remember.But then today - I did see two , sitting all alone. Yes,Just two.Lonely two.Secluded two.And yes, mindblowing two.Gorgeous two.I can go on and on with adjectives,but then I thought,Maybe I should keep some of them reserved to describe what the two resembled like when they smiled.And smile they did.Or atleast I thought so.Until I was enlightened by the fact that they were actually giggling.And giggling at me.And then I realised, that all this while, the events around me had left me so spellbound , that I had completely dismissed the fact that I still had my helmet on.Imagine a guy in a coffee parlour who is sipping coffee with a prodigious black bucket like thing covering his forehead, as if Osama has given a contract to his militant counterparts in Kolkata to chuck off my head from the rest of my body at the earliest possible opportunity.This was akin trying impressing the interview panel in IIM - Ahmedabad ,by appearing for the interview in a yellow embroidered shirt and red trousers with purple shades on my eyes, and talkin about my interest in Bhojpuri film at every possible opportunity.Finally, another couple of adjectives have dawned upon me to describe those girls in the most befitting manner - terrifying & insensitive two.

Idiot no - 2 - Show me one alluring ,cute & delicate chick in Sector 5 ,Kolkata , and I will show you a dog who can lay eggs.I had gone to this place called azad hind for lunch( BTW,thatz the only source of gastronomical delights for all sector 5 corporate nerds in miles).And I was surprised at the favour of lady luck - Not everyday afterall do you see in this marooned place a charming young lass, not more than 23 - 24 I guess, all dressed up in Thick Black full sleeve Kurti and a skintight jeans, sitting all alone in a 6 seater table.Now, beauty can have its repurcussions - I mean why would anyone accomodate herself in a table havin the capacity to accommodate six people if she is alone, when the two seaters are all unoccupied- but then as I have already admitted,beauty can have its repurcussions .It can push someone's IQ to the single digit mark.And so, I seated myself in a table diametrically opposite to hers.And started looking at her in the eye.And she responded.And then came a kid charging in to sit on her lap.I understood the inevitable.And thankfully enough, I cancelled my order in pretext of an urgent call and rushed out.I lay emphasis on the words, "thankfully enough", as it so happened that just as I stood up from my sling to move outward,I caught a glimpse of her better half - think that guy would just have missed a chance to bag the role of Bhima in his nukkar's "Mahabharata" street play , probably coz he was just a little more heavy than what the role demanded.BTW,I couldnot help but notice the smirk in that mataji's face as I was walking out.

Idiot no 3 - The GD/PI classes for CAT 08 students triggered off in T.I.M.E this week .We had a couple of IIM GD simulations ,but I was more excited about this girl in my batch by the name of Triny Sinha :-).I mean, its not as if I am completely bonkers on her to the extent that I have vowed "Wo nahi mili to main mar jaunga" or something of that sort, or but I cant escape either from admitting the fact that she is ravishingly gorgeous. Now Chill folks!! Before my friends start pulling my legs - this is what it is - she is cute,yes and thats where the matter ends!!Its nothing like I am wondering on how to approach her, or day dreaming bout having coffee with her from the same cup with the same spoon . She doesnot even have an iota of clue that I was really impressed,if I may use the word in this context, by her personality, in the last week since we have become aware of each others name .My previous associations with the female divison of homesapiens have resulted in quite a few disastrous consequences, and it would take some replication of a Tara Reid in her younger years to convince me of another association in the days to come.Only an Idiot can not learn from his mistakes,and I ,for one, am trying hard not to be categorised as one .Btw,did I tell you guys that this lass named Trina did remind me of Tara Reid as in American Pie :-).. hope shez reading this :-)

The tale of a loser who never said die

This afternoon , when I was navigating thru different blogs, seeking some pragmatic gyan on efficaciously encountering gd/pi's of niche b schools,I happened to bump upon a a line which had a voluminous imprint in my mind.The line goes like this - "Buddha was probably wrong, the cause of all sorrows is not desires, it is this desire to judge and keeping expectations from people that causes all troubles and sorrows in this world.".I need not elaborate on what led the guy to text this lines - Thats for you to find out:-).But what moved me was the utter veracity of the statement, which strikes a chord with you instantaneously- Just think about it - If you did not have expectations- you would not leave the scope of those expectations not being met - and thus sorrow, which is an output of achievement in accordance to expectation ,would become null & void in the first place. "The easier said than done" fact is intrinsic in here,and additionally,I am also aware that there can be no life without expectations( coz then there would be no success too). But sometimes mobilising our expectations towards something which is not likely to pay the expected dividend,may have unfavourable implications.Why it happens is anybody's guess ( love, commitment blah blah..) , and maybe, as you might have already guessed,the reason I am writing this too might be due to the fact of undergoing the trauma of some serious expectations not being met, which is having its repercussions in the most adverse of ways. But then, thatz not the point.The point is - no matter who says what - why is the human mind so frail??, why is it that even after being aware that expectations might lead to failure, we still crave for greater expectations of love??. Is it that our brain just have no control on our emotions, and vice versa??If so, then me ( read - my emotions) & my mind ( read- my brain which doesnot let me have a reasonable approach ) - do they have a dual exsistence, with one having limited or no control over the other??Do they jus have a synchronised existence, but not one havin a common platform??....Questions and questions still languish in my mind, jus that my mind does not have a solution.Or Maybe,just that, It doesnot want to answer.....

P.S. - Look out for this space for a poem within the next 48 hours - my first poem in years - n one having a deep rooted meaning - Atleast to myself.

A 24 year ol' school boy

For the last 3 months or so, every saturday morning ,I wake up with the same enthusiasm and vigour as of a 16 year skool kid whose boards are due that academic season. My Life@std 10th is somehow extremely close to my heart.The Sunday morning fresh air, wakin' up @5-30 to get goin' for tutions,the never endin' test papers getting monotonus wid da same ol' problems - those were the days, my Friend... those things are as intrinsic in my memory & reminiscent of the bygone days to the extent that somehow, I grude a vengence towards God for takin them away too soon.I had never met a guy in my school days who didnot have a grudge of how life would have been a bed of roses only if the the word " academics" were to be lost for ever....and yet never met one who didnot miss his alma - mater after he passed out.The Irony of life however lies in the fact that you dont realise the beauty of anything unless you start missing it....and you start missing something only when you are completely devoid of it...this is true for all aspects of life.....this is a basic essence of human psychology...probably because when u start missing something, u tend to ignore all the facts that u used to hate when u were a part of that scheme of things...and gradually comes a point where ur mild affection for that "routine of life" culminates into a strong bonding.....this is the reason as to why we find the ideology of " first love " so attractive....probably If was pushed back to my skool days thru da advent of a time machine, I Would still crib n bicker how life was all da more fun once I passed out college..." The grass, as they say, is always greener on the other side of the fence"....my ferverent nostalgia for the skool days , has somehow its base on my so called " CAT preparation"....back again are the days when I have to wake up at 6 in the morning on saturdays, jus managin to gulp sumthin n rush to my workshop on quants, come back at 12 4 lunch and commute back at 2 for mah classes.........and if that was not enuff, this being followed by a group stude on VA ( dunno y we folks r ter, we hardly study nethin in that so called group study").....sundays are frantically hectic...with two mock exams , leadin to such a extent of degenaration of my adrenaline, leavin me completely worn out,that my bed is my lone saviour.Still I find this captivating and gratyfying- probably coz now,I am aware , that sooner than later, I will start to miss them, ignoring the fact that this period was not only composed of cycles of fun and livin independent, but also of serious serious slog which , one way or the other takes it toll.But then, such is life.