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The IIT story...

I wrote this when I was utterly bored, during one phase of the 3 hour IIT exams couple of years ago, much to the amusement of the invigilator. I found the question paper on which this was written yesterday while scouring through my cupboard. Its a work of fiction, first and foremost(please don't sue me) and its a tad longish. Bear with me. The moonlight crept through the thin wisps of cloud, casting a pale hue on the sea below. The sound of the waves crashing on the rocks, deafening, majestic. But all this was lost to Vaibhav as he stood there on the 5 th floor attic of the main building. His body numbed by the shock and horror of his realisation. “This can’t be” he thought, “How..”. A muffled scream, a soft thud, and a huge splash. It was over. The dining hall had never before been this quiet. Shocked eyes, excited murmurings and the sound of newspapers crumbling as everyone hurriedly turned over the pages to get the full story. “Another suicide at the IIT’s”, the headlines r

Global Warming is over-rated...

I can't feel my toes...

I Live In Denial...

Conscious call....or not....

Sometime, and hopefully not too far away... I would really like to take these, whatsisname again....e..x..am..oh yeah, exams, thingy a bit more seriously... It can't hurt. I mean, sure, depression and suicidal tendencies are known side effects... And not to mention the incessant tension and the occasional nervous breakdown.. Also the competitive streak driving people to desperate measures and the utter frustration of a minor failure... But still.... uhm...the point is.....eh.... oh... its....but..ah....ock... Oh fiddlesticks! Why do people do it again?

Pre-exam idiocy...

Does Arkham Asylum have a bubble-bath? #Teeheehee! Seriously, semester exams should come with a health hazard warning..Its a.....OOOooohh! CANDY!

July...20th....come....NOW!!

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World peace is to the military what an economic recession is to industries. #MAJOR JOBLESSNESS!

A path less trodden...(a reprise)

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A path less trodden...

I was travelling on the trodden path.  But I took a left,  A detour through the pine woods, wooden bridge over the soft-gurgling brook.  The sunlight gleaming over the carpet of grass.  A camp-fire under the starry sky.  Past the gushing falls and into the meadows,  the wind whistling through the cleft of the towering, snow capped ranges.  As the sun dipped below the faraway horizon.  The shadow of darkness fell,  a wrong step, and into the gorge; The hope, the dream, lost forever. Oh bloody hell! Moral of the story : The path less trodden, is less trodden for a reason. I have to admit though, it was fun while it lasted.
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Bed and breakfast in hell....

"And what will it be today, sir?" "I would like some knowledge, some sleep and a chocolate smoothie." "Will that be all, sir?" "Yes, thank you." "And how would you be paying, sir?" "The usual. Charge it on my pot of luck will you?" "Very good sir." A while later, "I'm sorry sir, but it seems you are out of luck." "Really? That's fast. What other forms of payment do you accept?" "We also accept souls sir. Would you be bequeathing yours today?" Now I'm screwed.

The same old feeling...maybe next year....*sigh*!

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Make me president.....and I promise to make no promises....

except that one...

COMING UP... THE BENGAL LEG OF THE ALL INDIA CREATIVE WRITING COMPETITION.....

(At an engineering college near you)* *terms and conditions apply

Yesterday's gold....

I remember the wall. Pale blue, with bits coming off. Pencil scribbles all over, my own masterpieces. Placed over the pristine white surface of the desk, I used to perch myself on and reach for the skies, was that poster. Wooden frame, black background and the words.... I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today. I knew not what it meant, nor did I care. And yet all these years later, that phrase, that poster, still remains etched in my memory. I still see that pale blue wall with crumbling plaster, I still see that wooden frame with that black background as if I'd seen it only yesterday. Now I know what it means, and I'm grateful for it.

The nightlife.....

23.30 : Father returns from a friends place, the game on TV is over.....time to study... 23.45 : Facebook...... 01.30 : Socializing over, hunger pangs.... eat first, study the night, thats the plan... 01.35 : Quietly sneak into the kitchen..... mustn't wake dad up.... 01.40 : Chased around the kitchen by a rat.. (the beasts scare the bejesus out of me!) 01.45 : Racket over, cooked pasta and coffee(both a luxury and a necessity) 02.00 : Meal over, time to exercise some gray matter..... 02.30 : Finished off the last few pages of Leonard Cohen's book of poetry..now for some serious stuff.... 03.00 : A Leonard Cohen album heard...now..no looking back....concentrate...I'm serious... 04.00 : Finished writing off 40 pages worth of practicals...finally, some good work..(and you thought this article was just a joke...huh!) 04.10 : Feeling pleased with myself..... but got to push on...lots to do... but first..... 04.30 : Finished off a bottle of beer that I'd snea

Another day gone, another day wasted!

They forgot to switch on the street lights today. My tube-light switched off and the glow of the dimmed laptop screen fills the room with an eerie hue. I was standing on the balcony, shrouded in the darkness and the chilly November air wisping through my hair..It was as the poets say, a still night! Of course, the poets hardly ever account for mosquitoes but still, it was as close to one as I have seen. The soft jingle of Eric Clapton putting in the finishing notes to a song in the background and the crickets chirping somewhere in the darkness, shrouded by a veil of thin mist. It was heavenly, chilling yes, but this kind of thrilled satisfaction is hard to replicate. And then Simon & Garfunkel opened with the all too familiar "Hello darkness my old friend...." and it was perfect. But as is the rule of all good things, they end. And with the closing verses of the song echoing in my ears and the torment of mosquitoes getting unbearable, i walked back in, switched on the l

Its settled!! I have the attention span of a protozoa!

Heal the world!

Ah! Children's Day...kiddies rejoice.. We used to be given food packets and were allowed to wear "civil" dresses to school as the usual tyrants behind the desks took up a new likable avatar, dressing up and putting up plays and dances and songs.. Sometimes, we were lined up and taken to the nearby theater for movies (they used to edit out the "inappropriate" bits) All in all it used to be a good day, a day to look forward to...  How times change, nowadays they just pack the sub-12year old boys into an auditorium and honour the legacy of Michael Jackson, and his supreme "love" for kids. (Yes, I admit I suffer from mood swings)

Confused Youth.....

I'm brown and I'm racist... and whats with all black people being so cool? Google is soo shutting down my blog!

The joys of marriage....

"Marriage like communism, draws people in with its promises of a better world and ensnares them in a world of hopelessness and mindless responsibilities that either way, messes up their minds and fucks up their lives... Oooh! And congratulations to the unknown bride and groom." The mind wanders a bit when one is forced to attend a wedding where one knows nobody. Mother, Thou shalt pay for this!

Just a day....

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It doesn't matter if its Steven Spielberg, I can't get the original Tintin theme out of my head. I wish they had refrained from changing the comic plots. Some things are just too perfect to improve upon. And that was followed by Rockstar. Now that's a tough one,  i liked it, i hated it. It leaves you in a split but one thing stands clear, Ranbir Kapoor is probably one of the best actors in Bollywood right now. And there I stand vindicated, 'cos we went to watch Wake Up Sid, after deciding to bunk classes and I really liked the guy's performance. I told Sohham that, the guys 6 feet tall and goofy, so, by the laws of nature, hes got to be awesome! (yes, i'd admit i am being *a bit* biased here) And after watching like 6-7 of his films, finally culminating on this one, i wasted no time in giving him a little "i told you so" speech. Someday, I also plan to make him eat his words on Katrina Kaif not being hot. I enjoy my moments. For now, got to "Bu

The Cloud

This one was a favorite.... Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, lightning my pilot sits........ Sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes........ The orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals called the moon..... Like a child from a womb, like a ghost from a tomb...... P.B.Shelly I miss my English Literary Reader. I messed up.

And you just know exams are coming....

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A Magical World....

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If I had one wish, I'd wish this journey had never ended!

I stare out of windows..........

.....for no deep meaningful reasons.. just like that.....

Madness...!

A note for the betterment of this world :- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and Parosh Pathor are NOT  movies that one should watch back to back ALL NIGHT LONG. A note for the betterment of self  :- Use a tad more of the generally lacking common sense next time. Grumpy, sleepy and a myriad of conflicting imaginations.  WHERE THE HELL IS MY COFFEE AND SARIDON?!!

Curtains.....(maybe)

"Ei chol! natok fixed hoye gache. Tenida kora hobe. chole ashbi rehersal e." i was told one evening. "Abar natok! ebar chhar, ato bochor dhore to korlam, ebar retirement nawar boyesh hoye galo. Amay badh de." "Oyi, bhat bokish na to. Chole ashbi. Na ele jutor bari khabi." Needless to say that was enough to convince me. But there is something enthralling and charming about performing on stage during the pujo evenings. The general anticipation is always that we shall mess it up and people will laugh at the tom-foolery but year after year we do get it right and the applause (forced sometimes maybe) is definitely not out of pity. The ability to make people sit and watch and captivate their thoughts on figments of our on created worlds is something that fascinates me. You feel an odd sense of power and the satisfaction at the end of it. But its been 15 years. From reciting abol-tabol to acting out self written thriller dramas, its been a very fun and diverse ex

Elo ar galo... asche bocchor abar....ki je hobe(sigh)

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Hollow advice!

S: I can't stop laughn! man i hpe m nt gtn insane! Me: Na,na..Laugh it out man.. Btr dan cryn.. Let it out. Punch a cushion if u want, u wnt go insane! S: He!he!he!nd guess wt i cudnt find an ashtray so i used an empty deo bottle's cap as an ashtray..lmfao Me:  innovative.. ebr relax..mathay jol dhal! S: Yeah, yeah.. im normal.. curse dis 'love' bullshit!! i nid to change my f*****g image!! now im thnking of becuming bald nd grow my goatee lyk serj.. nw datz wat i call a badass luk!! Me: ota has potential to be super cool or a super disaster.. ektu dekhe ota. S: M game for nethn nw..m going to try smthn different!! f**k dis 'boy next door' luk.. Me: Alryt then, slp on ths one.. kal wel meet up.. talk ds one out.gdnyt! .............. the feeling you get when you want to help out but just don't know how... this is going to be another long restless night....

A Blast From The Past!

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The greatest poem ever known Is one all poets have outgrown: The poetry, innate, untold, Of being only four years old.

Butterflies on the 20th!

Sagnik made sense at 1.30am at night...A very rare event. But I knew i had to do it. Two hours and an endless stream of James Blunt later, I made up my mind to do it...But how? and what if...!  I woke up at 1, spending a good part of the night tossing and turning. Mom and Dad wished (and complained about the late hour) and I headed off to play. But i knew all along that today was the day. It had to be. Game over, off to meet the rest, Sagnik and Sohham do an eyebrow raised silent question. I shake my head, not yet. Soon! Two hours of roaming around and still nothing, i was starting to give up. "call up, or i'l kill u", Sagnik threatened. "yeah, soon", but i knew I couldn't. What if...! And, yet i did.. I just couldn't care for the IF'S anymore... and there it was... so easy, just so easy! At 10.30pm on 25th of June 2011, on my 20th birthday, I sang happy birthday to me ! And it was perfect!

6 long hours!

“6 ghonta! More jabo to.. Kichhu tips dao na. Diyechile to exam ta. Kamon approach nebo?”, said Sunny. I was overcome by fits of uncontrollable laughter. “Amar teke tips nibi? Taholei tor hocche. Arre chap nishna, kete jabe. Kichu na kichu beriye ashbe. Trust me. Amar etar experience acche.” “Dhur!” exclaimed Sunny, “Bishon e boring byapar lagchhe.” The memories came flooding back. “10 mins more. Start wrapping up your answers.” I scribbled away furiously. Putting in the ending touches to a wonderfully scripted story. It was a crime thriller with enough twists and turns to put some hollywood movies to shame. It took me a good  part of the 3 hours that was allotted to finish it, but it was worth it. Proud of my effort, i lifted my head triumphantly to look around the room. Some were frantically turning pages, hoping for a last minute inspiration, while others sat still with vacant expressions, twirling pencils, while some slept. Whatever suited them best. “Times up. Pencils down.

A break from life....

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Unexpected joy!

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A regular weekday morning dawns. Your mother kicks you out of bed, and slowly and morosely you trudge along for college. Just like any other day. And yet, how does it feel when you get that sms on a boring bus ride saying, "we're bunking college, going to Diamond Harbour, come fast."?? Unexpected joy. You start smiling as others stare at you, trying to detect obvious signs of lunacy. And the day that ensues, full of fun and frolic. Dipping down into the river, running in the mud or just sitting on a rock watching the sun set on the glittering water while a cool, gentle breeze runs through your hair..... sheer bliss!! The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say. -Bilbo Baggins(Lord Of The Rings)

Tuition Bunking!

Sohham: So...you wanna attend class? Me: Uhmm.... todays maths...Lets bunk.. S: You sure? Its been 2 months since we last went. Me: I know. S: Where do we go? Me: Its your turn to come up with an idea. S: Movie? Me: Nothing good. S: Uhmm...wana see if sagnik's free? Me: Its 9am, all sane people sleep! S: Ri...ght....So....what? Me: I dunno... You tell me! S: I did.. You turned 'em all down! Me: Well if we can't think of anything, might as well go to class....atleast we can sleep in the AC..! S: Hang on... How about we go into stealth mode and follow debadrita out of her college and then I can pretend to accidently bump into her and so we can talk! Me: Dude, you have issues!! Are you aware that there are much better, socially acceptable ways of talking  to a girl you fancy? S: So.....thats a no? Me: Hell no! Lets do it..sounds fun.. I'l use my height to spot her, you stalk her! We'l use codenames. I'l be 007 and your scooby doo! savvy? S: Yeah.

Euphoria!

Hey, and on the 87th attempt I cracked the username/password... My sense of pride and joy, is unimaginable..............I have nothing better to blog about!

A long dreaded beginning....

Its 1 a.m on a college night and thats when i decide to start blogging. Perfect timing. 2 years of contemplation and doubts all give away on a cold winter night. Or maybe im just doing this to take my mind off the dreaded thought of a freezing shower and a long haul to college in a remote corner of town the next morning. Whatever it be, here goes nothing... It started 2 years ago when blogging sounded like a cool thing to do and brag about in the school circles that i created this blog. But alas, setting up your account and typing in your name and a cryptic password is one thing, and opening up your mind for the world to read is another. What do i write, will i be able to come up with enough sophisticated literature to pass off as credible or become the next big joke on the social network. Yes i developed cold feet and proceeded with a hasty retreat. I passed by in the months to come, my mind at war, and as good ol Billy would have said, "To write, or not to write; That is the que