Friday, June 04, 2004
The Delhi Trip-I

27th May '04
13:30 hrs

My mom was forcing me to eat this and that, as if I'm going to some place where there is no food, water available. I can still recall the afternoon of 27th May when my mom was forcing me to eat all the dishes while my Big bro was giggling and smiling at me, afterall these chances are once in a lifetime;). I also laugh when is he packed with food stuff when he returns to Nagpur. So this was kinda tit-for-tat:(

Now in calcutta, we have two stations, Howrah and Sealdah. I have been to Howrah before but Sealdah was new for me. I had seen it from a distance but never entered it. I think 16:45hrs was departure time for Rajdhani from Sealdah. Taking no chances we(Me and a friend) arrived at the station at around 16:05 hrs. Now my brother told me that train journeys can be extremely boring if you are travelling alone, and your co-passengers are a bigger bore's. But this was nothing like that for us. We were 10 friends in the same coach. So pretty obviously we chatted about each and every topic under the sun. From studies to girlfriend's. It was fun travelling in an AC train, but it could have been worse if I had travelled alone. First evening snacks was served, which was pretty obviously bad. Then we were given 2 Amulya Milk powder and tea bags. SInce I dont drink tea very often, I just emptied a Milk powder packet into my mouth. My friend sitting beside me was such a dumbo that he just ripped apart the tea bag contents into the cup!! Thing people do.

I was sitting in the Lower berth, while the Side lower and Side upper berth's were occupied by a family of three. As soon as they finished their snack, they took the blankets and pillows and dozed off. Only their small daughter was playing around in the side upper berth. Kumbhkaran ke Aulad!!!!

At around 19:30 hrs a couple boarded from Asansol. After little bit of chit chat, we came to know that the Husband was a maths teacher and his two sons were doing engg from Meerut and never the less they were helluva boring people lol!!:)

Had my pathetic dinner around 20:15 hrs. The couple retired to their berths after having their dinner. It was around 00:30 hrs. Each and every passenger were sleeping except for the 10 of us. We weren't together in single compartment. We were in group of 6,3 and 1. In only 2 compartments lights were on. In my compartment, 3 of us were there, while from time to time a single guy turned up from the other 6 complaining about a guy ND who was completely boring them. Whenever a guy came from the group into our compartment..
"Arre yaar ND kya chaat raha hain!! Dimag ka Dahi kar raha hain"

Finally I even dozed off at around 02:00 only to wake up again at around 02:20. As I peeped out of the window, I read in dim light "Moghal Sarai"(in hindi). My friends had told me earlier that it was a dreaded area for bandits and dacoits. But thankfully nothing happened when we passed Gaya and Moghal Sarai. And I again dozed off...zzzzzzz

28th May'04 
06:15hrs

THUD!! I hit my head against the upper berth(I was sleeping in the lower berth). Again the same old tea arrived. This time I dint even bother to take the tray. It sucked big time( the whole process of making tea:p). At around 08:15 hrs breakfast arrived. And it was as usual a major shit. The omelette sucked. So did the jam. And heck they gave peas with omlettes!!!!!! I gonna sue the Railways.

The scheduled arrival time was 10:50am. But keeping up the good and recommendable job, the train arrived at the station at around 11.45hrs. Full credit to to the railways people. So we came out of the station and went to the auto-stand.
Firstly,
They have meters, but the drivers hardly use it. Its just there for showing off.
Secondly,
You have to bargain for your fare. None of us had any idea about the roads of delhi, so we couldnt ask them to start the meter, cuz most probably they will take us to our destination from the longest route possible to gain maximum fare.
One driver even had the audacity to ask for 400 bucks for taking us from Railway Station to Pahargunj. We did decline him but later we found out that Pahargunj was a 10 mins walk from Station. Those cheats!!!

The hotel was pretty good, atleast worth living. The AC was there and it was DAMN good. I washed my face and opened my bags. Then we decided to have our lunch out. So we went to a restuarant near the hotel called "Darbar"(If I can recall it correctly) The food was not so good, but we were damn hungry. So we hogged down whatever was ordered. Now we did order a large quantity of food as we were around 13 guys there. But the total amounted to some 521 bucks. The same would have costed around 900 in calcutta. So we went back to the hotel. Had another round of chit-chat and gossiping. In the evening we went to CP(Conaught Place..spelling is ok I think??!!). CP is a huge place and is round in shape. The delhi people are constructing yet another Metro route near CP. After having stupidest of food- THE HAPPY MEAL at McDonald's. I am wondering..why do they call it the happy Meal. Its tasteless and useless. Yuck!!! McDonalds is a complete crap outlet. They even cheat on the cold drinks as 1/4 of the cup is filled with ice. Then we went to Nirula's and hogged on Triple Sundae and Hot chocolate. It was pretty costly considering the fact
1. There was no sitting arrangement downstairs
2. No drinking water available downstairs.
But Nirula's food was far better than Mcdonald's. But comparing Burgers with Ice cream is not fair afterall:p

After we finished our sundae and drink, we headed towards Pallikabazar. Pallikabazar is a pretty good place and its good for people who can bargain well. I can't bargain much and I dont talk much too. Now I went to a shop in which watches were on display. So I went there and chose a watch. The shopkeeper said 350 bucks for that watch. I said 150 bucks. Then he gave the usual crap.."the watch is good" "the belt is fancy" "Blah blah blah" and I stared at him with a take-it-or-leave-it face. He took 150 bucks quietly and dint mutter anything else. Then we took a auto back from CP to Pahargunj which took costed us 40 bucks, which I think was pretty reasonable.

Came back to my hotel. Changed my clothes. Thud...flat on the bed. Only to get up again at 03:30 hrs. The AC was off!!!!! Quick glance at my friend sleeping beside me. He is sleeping..diagonally though!. The fan was switched off too. Called up the reception and asked about the AC

"Current nahi hain"
$#$#%#$#$#%#^*#^(%!!!!!
These people run a hotel and dont have a generator!!!!! The room was cold , so I guess I dozed off again:p


Posted at Friday, June 04, 2004 by CC
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Monday, May 24, 2004
Hmmmm!!

Me is alive.
Me is good.
Me hope that you are also doing good.
Me was busy during the past whole week.
Me couldn't post.
Me couldn't read other blogs.
Me will be going to Delhi on 26th of May.
Me will be back on 2nd June.
Me will post after 2nd June about the Delhi Trip.
Me hoping to have a good time in Delhi.
Me wishes everyone a fantabulous week ahead.
Me say tata n bye bye
Oh!
Me saw Yuva yesterday.
Me thinks Yuva is a fantastic film.
Me think that you should go to
Samosa's blog to read the review.
Me "think" that the review was good(since I dint read it) *Me shows tongue*
Me think Continental Food is very good, if you remove the boiled vegetables from your platter.
Ok.
Tata n Bye bye!

Posted at Monday, May 24, 2004 by CC
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Friday, May 14, 2004
De-tour and some facts

Hey writing after quite some time. Was little bit busy, researching "prospective" colleges in Delhi or Mumbai for pursuing my course in HM.

Oh yeah, so I was saying this is a "de-tour" post to my BEST friend's blog. She wrote some general things about me, which to a certain extent I can deny... but alas let me bask in the sunshine of popularity.... which may not last after you may read what she wrote about me because she wrote something related to me, which some of you may find disgusting, intolerable, pissing off... in short all the bad things which can happen to one. In this process my so called "Cyber- Image" ( I came across this word on Tan's blog ) can be tarnished or even destroyed to tits n bits. But for a friend like, I can destroy zillions of these images which are temporary and are found in this online world only. You can read it here. Even saying million times thank you's will be nothing equivalent to what she wrote about me. If words could say more... I could have said and said non-stop...but afterall English language has its limits.. my appreciation and thanks has no limits for you.

Truly speaking, I have been wearing a "mask" since I started blogging. I am not the real me... perhaps because I never liked the way I am. But then I realised that I am special.. if not exaggerating, I am unique in my own way. I am not saying that " I am the best guy or friend you can find in this world" but not the bad afterall. A friend pointed me out that the majority of my links are female blogger's. Please dont tax your mind by thinking that I am pervert or something. To justify my point, I would like to say that it was rather a "learning" process for me. My only aim was to "understand" the female point of view towards guys. What qualities do they look for in guys? What makes them the most happy in this world? These are the few question's whose answers I have been looking for. I wont say that I have learnt a lot, but what I have learnt is certainly valuable. I may not be the best of flirts around, or typical show off guys.. but I have certainly learnt what the "flirts" dint. Yes, I have witnessed several flirts in this blogworld. If you classify me as one of them, it would certainly be injustice done to me, but I have nothing against you as every one is entitled to his/her own point of view.

For the uninformed I stood 34th in the Hotel Management entrance examination( ok not equivalent to IIT or AIEEE), but the catch is that I dint prepare for the exam at all. I have looked through the prospects of HM. Some may even think that Hotel Management is a farce, but wont say it in the comment box... they will say "congrats and its quite good" but their mind will be thinking of what I formerly said. And I have several of my other competitive exams left as well. People may think that since I am from a science background, Engg is the best and MUST option for me. But I think different. It was a very wrong decision which I took two years back. I never had the inclination towards Physics or Chemistry as a science student should have. But I always and still like Mathematics.


After going through what my friend, wrote some of you develop negative things about me. I am not going to ask you "Why?". Everyone has his/her own right to think and make opinions.

I dont have much time now , since my 12th results are going to be out anytime in the coming weeks and even I have to take some important decisions right now. Time is short. I am leaving this blog for sometime now. But I will be back with a new post when I am all settled down in Mumbai or Delhi.

Wish me luck for my new life, new college, new friends...hope its the very best I could get.

Ah, one more thing. I am not writing the concluding part of MHN. As a matter of fact, I never saw the movie also. I just chatted up with Rash one night and got the details from her. So all the applauses should be for her, as I only gave my words to her thoughts ( I mean to her chat conversations). Thanks Rashmi( rash is stupid name:p) and I wish the very best for your future ahead.

I may write a post before leaving for my destination.

Till next time...bye....no not bye...as Tan said... Ciya:)


Posted at Friday, May 14, 2004 by CC
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Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Main Hoon Na!!

Main Hoon Na!!!!!!

*Tu hi reh, Mujhe nahi rehna..... hall mein*

Yes my dear friends, you are correct, this is yet another philm review. After reading several reviews on Main Hoon Na, it was indeed very tempting for me to write something for the Film of the year which has “re-created” the magic of 70’s(atleast the paper and Pharah Khan).

Directed by nach sikhane wali...err. I mean choreographer Farah Khan and starring none other than, The Big Nosu, Shah Rukh Khan, Zayed-tom girl- Khan, Amrita-punkini-Rao, Sushmita sizzling Sen and ofcourse few other good for nothing, money crunching timepass actors and actresses.

I think that most of the people who are reading this post at this moment have seen the film or perhaps read the story somewhere, or worse, some flying bird came and whispered the whole story in their ‘respective’ ears. But I have to write in brief about the story or the post will seem to be void of ‘something’. Don’t worry, I am not going to write about each and every incident, scene as I had dozed off in the hall: courtesy Main hoon Na!!

As the torcher, oops I meant the film, begins there is an interview going on in some stupid News channel (at least it looked liked one). Kabir Bedi is answering some question answer thingy. As usual I missed quite a part of the interview because two girls, Rohini and Sangeeta, in the next row where chatting about their respective boy friends. As usual my attention was towards them. Now you people tell, was it my fault??:P

So when my eyes rolled back (after much effort and hard work) on the wide screen, some strange people are shown by the camera. They were the supposed terrorists. I can’t stop pitying the security at these 1 star news channels. Even the army forces were so dumb that they allowed people carrying guns to enter the interview room. Now obviously the terrorists weren’t there to hear the useless chattering by Kabir Bedi. They were supposed to kill him or at least try to harm him, which they miserably fail. Duh, the stupid Indian film terrorists always manage to fail the mission. They were supposed to kill Kabir Bedi, but they end up shooting Naseerudin Shah near his heart(I think it was his chest). Now the gang leader, Sunil Shetty is wearing a monkey cap. *Gosh was it too cold when they were shooting?? I wonder!!!* So Mr. Big Nose chases the cap wearing goon, but alas his putra ka dharm tells him that he must return to his ailing daddy dearest though Mr Big Nose was shot in his arm while chasing. So he ends the chase there (as if he was even trying to catch him) and gets back to his daddy. So the usual ambulance thingy is there, dad is on a stretcher, murmuring something (at least he was, I dint listen to Shah, courtesy Rohini). So he said something like that:-

“Son, I have hidden a truth from you for these past few years. You are not my only son. I have my whole family, but I am not in contact with them anymore. It’s my aakhri ichcha (last wish) that you go and find your family and live happily ever after with them” So after this, Nasseruddin Shah dies a peaceful death. Mr Big Nose has a big mission now. He has to search for his family in Darjeeling. But wait, Mr Kabir Bedi has something worse in store for him. Sunil Shetty, the terrorist has made a plan to fail Mission Milaap. So Mr Kabir Bedi (Kabbu) tells Mr Big Nose (Nosu), that he has to protect his punkini daughter Sanjana from Raghavan (Sunil Shetty). I will refer Raghavan as Rags from now on. But Mr Big Nose says that he can’t go on that mission since he has to search for his long lost, long time no see, long time no news family. So Kabbu tells Nosu, that his family is in Darjeeling and his daughter as well. So it will be something like two patthar (stone) one bird...oh Sorry I meant, two birds one patthar (stone).

*Then suddenly there is thunderstorm in the sky. Suddenly the fine day, is over clouded with black clouds, the sunlight is peeping through the clouds (you get the picture rite?) and then a godly voice says*(I am not sure, who said, Rohini or Sangeeta:P) “Nosu you dint complete your 12th studies. So this will be a good opportunity to complete it and search for your long lost, long time no see, long time no news family.” Nosu jumps at this offer since it’s an added opportunity, three birds and one stone. The only logical thing in this part is that how can anyone join the army without completing his 12th, or how could anyone get admission into an undergraduate course. Is this what we have to learn from Indian Cinemas?

So the camera then zooms into St Paul’s school in Darjeeling. Good to see Darjeeling in the movie since I never saw the place:P. Here failures are studs here and good friends as well. So Zayed (whose screen name is Lakshman aka Lucky. I will call him as Lux) is the international stud in this college after failing thrice (The norm is that after failing twice, a student is kicked out. But Lux is a clear exception in this case. Perhaps for his ‘tom girlish’ looks) so, we have this punkini of this school Amrita Rao. So cutting the long story very short, we have some good performances by Bhondu aka Bonie Irani, Bhindi (although she doesn’t look like one) Bindu, Spitting bhai Satish Shah.

(To be continued)
Please leave comments that whether I should write the concluding part, as it all depends on you. If you write yes, then I am going to ask a question in my next post for the readers (as if it matters..duh).


Posted at Tuesday, May 11, 2004 by CC
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Monday, May 10, 2004
What??Look down

Adios. Will be back.

PS- I feel bad about the image which most of the others bloggers have formed about me and my blog. Hope 'you' are getting my point. I feel so low for 'your' comment:(

PSS- This break is not related to 'that' person and please dont ask who 'that' person is, as I wont be able to take any names.

Posted at Monday, May 10, 2004 by CC
 




Friday, May 07, 2004
Of the week gone by

Hi! How are you people doing? I am so sorry for my absence from my blog for quite sometime. Read on and you will understand the reason for my absence (however useless and senseless excuse it may appear to be :P)

Monday, 3rd May 2004

I had to get some documents attested by our not-so-dear headbitch of our school. I reached Birla High School at around 11.30 am. Now the whole street is generally crowded with cars and ‘young late morning walkers’. But today the street wore a deserted look. I wondered why? When I walked up to the gate of my school, the durwan (guard) sitting there lazily asked me:

D:“Kya hua?”
*What happened?*

Me: “Principal aayi hain kya?”
*Has the headbitch arrived yet?*

D: “Arre nahi. Aaj toh school bandh hain.”
*Today school is closed*

I am completely shocked. My sub-conscious mind takes me back to last evening’s (Sunday) conversation with dad. He told me that there was some kinda muslim holiday. Sheesh how could I forget that. I wasted 45 mins to travel the whole distance which meant I had deprived myself of 45 mins of the 24 hrs, which I could have utilised in sleeping or blog-hopping. Boo hoo. NO more time to waste.

“Driver warp me back to my place.”

And driver warps me back to home at a so called ‘fast’ speed of 35 km/h when the whole road was empty and bare. DUMB!!

Guide to key-terms:
Head Bitch- Principal.

Tuesday, 4th May 2004

Once again the ordeal continued. I went back to school to get my documents attested. I asked the jerk to pass the documents on to the principals.

J: “Hum nahi denge. Abhi mere jo jhar para hain. “
*No, I cant give the documents to her. I just got scolded by her.*

Me:” Tumhara kaam hi toh jhar khana. Tumhe aur kis baat ki paisa deta hain school wale*evil grin*
*That’s your work, to get scolded. What else do you think you get paid for*[*evil grin*]*

Jerk is still adamant. I give up finally as arguing with him wont help my cause. Neither would Taporigiri or Mamugiri. I submitted the documents with him and came back home.

“Driver warp me back to my place.”

This time I was lucky as he drove at a speed of 50km/h.DUMB!!

Guide to key terms:
Jerk- Peon out side principal’s office.

Wednesday, 5th May
 
The ordeal still continued. I went back to school to collect my documents. Principal was sitting in the auditorium and staring at some students performing on the stage. I think she was trying to understand what the students were doing; neither could I understand why the students were jumping on the stage wearing multi-coloured clothes and fake moustaches. So, the idea of an Annual Day function of a particular school is to make some students jump on the stage like primitive monkeys and force the other non-participating students to tolerate and cheer the performing students? While the prefects and monitors try to hush up the booing crowd?
Anyways, I got my documents finally attested. The jerk asked for some money. I gave him 10 bucks and came back to my car.

“Driver warp me back to my place”
I AM TOTALLY IRRITATED WITH MY DRIVER. HE DROVE THE CAR AT A WHOPPING, EYE POPPING, MIND BOGGLING, NERVE WRECKING, HEAD TOSSING speed of…..hold your breath, 25km/hr, even though I asked him twice to punch the accelerator which resulted in an increase of 15km/hr for about 120 seconds. DUMB!!!!!!!

And above all, my tuition sir came an hour early than his scheduled time.

Sir: Besi tara tari chole aasheni toh?
*Hope I didn’t arrive too early*

Me: Na na...%&*$&%&*$(*($&#$#&$&#^$&*^#$&
*No at all..... %&*$&%&*$(*($&#$#&$&#^$&*^#$&*

Thursday, 07 May 2004

Today I was supposed to submit the form along with the attested copies. Thus began my search for Alipur campus of Calcutta University. I searched high and low, Right and Left, Diagonally and parallel, in all directions, but in vain. Then a white donkey, sipping tea from an earthen pot, came to my rescue sporting black goggles, carrying a revolver. Yes, you are correct, a traffic sergeant.

So I arrived at my destined building. That building gave me a brief idea about the caves and destroyed buildings of the medieval age. It was a perfect archaeological site. It could develop a crack by a cat’s meow or a dog’s bark could bring it down. I took my each step cautiously as I advanced towards the room, on which was written..
“Submit forms here. Time ^^.30 am to 4.00pm”
*^^ wasn’t clear to me*

As soon as I entered the room, an air of laziness enveloped me. I had already started to feel that I needed to be among these lazy bums. I really want to be in here:P.
Cutting the crap out, as the post is getting out of hand and terribly boring to read as it is LONG.
The guy said that I needed my 12th admit card’s attested copy. *What the “4lettered word”*. I told him that it wasn’t mentioned anywhere in the brochure we had to submit that.
“No, it was here (there???). You go and see popaly” (*I think he missed the R’s, or the R’s were muted by the pan he was chewing)*
“Ok sir, I will get back the docs attested by Monday.”
To irritate him further I asked him about the last dates of submission and the room I am supposed to come again. Exam details and blah blah. I could hear he was irritated as he was shouting at the peon who brought him a non-working pen

Today is my mom’s birthday. I hoped that I could have a better son to her. I hope she always smiles and stop whining about my manners and other 100 things. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!!

And I dint make it to the IIT screening. I had no hope for it since I dint prepare for it like some other people mite have done( 2yrs of slogging) Best of luck to those who cleared it.


Posted at Friday, May 07, 2004 by CC
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Sunday, May 02, 2004
The club and 18 yrs of toiling in this world

I can finally feel that I am turning 18:D

Ok my birthday is still 2 months away but I can see its golden effects from now only. I am even thinking of opening a bank account so that I can put my punji(savings) in it which amounts to something around 3500 bucks. I still cant stop cursing my holidays after class 10th boards. I spend some 1000 bucks on bowling and pool itself. I cant even say that I mastered the art of bowling, since I averaged around 120 or 125 but atleast I was the 2nd best in the ‘gang’. Anyways I am looking for a bank which can give me 100% interest:P. Any names fellows?? Hehehehe

Or else I have to open

CC’s national bank:D:D

 

Ok got good news and bad news for me.

I will begin with the bad news. It’s not a news, rather a very embarrassing situation for me. Now dad and I went to Tollygunge club today. For the uninformed and non-calcuttans, Tollygunge club is one of the best clubs in the whole of Calcutta. There are other clubs as well like Royal Calcutta Golf Club(RCGC) and CCFC(whose full form I cant recall at this very moment), but dad went for this one  It’s goodJ

So we basically went to check out the facilities in the club. It’s a huge club with

lush green fields for golf players. I thought of playing golf and learning it, but the price tag of the accessories is too high. I think it costs something around in between 20000 to 60000. Do you have any idea?

So we roamed about the whole club and finally had our lunch.

Ok forget it, I am not writing about it since ITS very embarrassing for me to write here since female bloggers are also present here:-S

 

The good news is that I am also a member of the club. It means that I will get my own membership number and card. I don’t have to beg mom or dad to accompany me to the club from now on. I will catch some bakra(read my friends:P) and go there. I am planning to learn billiards from there, since its free to play there and I really want to play the game, if not professionally then surely for timepass:D

 

Another great news is that my sir is not coming today. I never get the Sunday evenings for myself. I think I will go to the nearby complex. I will put its picture in a day or two. The complex buildings are really huge and looks good as wellJ there is a market over there as well. Lets see what they have in store for me>:)


Posted at Sunday, May 02, 2004 by CC
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Saturday, May 01, 2004
Bored

Aero did this few posts back. I am repeating it, since I have nothing else to do. I counted them;)

7      Months of blogging.
87    Posts.
1658 Comments.
5664 Visitors.
50    Links in my side section.

I'm BORED OF BLOGGING!!

Rediffblogs

Blogspot blog
Mod Blog blog
Tblog blog
Interview Blog
About CC


They deleted the TBlog blog of mine..damn!!!

Mine blogs but different names;)

Moksh( I screwed up the template:P)
Ego
Sporty Guy.

All of the above mentioned links are blogs of mine. Most of them have been abandoned. I just made the blogs, because I wanted to. So any competitor's???

Posted at Saturday, May 01, 2004 by CC
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Thursday, April 29, 2004
Meaningless post

The month of April is coming to an end. I am sitting in front of my computer and looking at the screen. No, I think I am looking at the computer throught the translucent dust. There is a small patch of something on my screen which doesnt go away, even after washing with the famous COLIN( I think thats how they spell it?). After 7 or 8 months of blogging, I am bored. I dont feel like writing anymore. I am better off reading other blogs.
Few months back, I was on a yet another round of blog-hopping. On a particular blog, whose colour was Green and dark green and probably from Mumbai or Delhi. If memory doesnt fail me, I think it was Elaichi Chai's blog. There was a Bravenet poll.
" You like to read blogs which tell about.."
The options I can recall right now are
1. Day-to-Day life
2. Random thoughts
3. Political Articles
4. Jokes.

I wasn't amused by the highest number of votes or clicks going to "Day-to-day Life". I wont decline from the fact that I dont like reading day-to-days happenings in other people's life as I try to relate myself to those posts. I search solutions for my problems in those posts, if those bloggers found any. But in vain. I never found a satisfactory solution. I know that I should solve my problems by myself.

"Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end"

Just looking at my surroundings, A watch lying around which needs a battery change and I am thinking of changing it from last december. A tower of cd's. Yes, a tower of cd's Must be about 250-300 cds, the mobile phone staring at the ceiling. The book 'tower' stands taller than the CD tower.(CC: Lord of twin tower's). I can see the seconds hand of the Swatch watch,kept on the study table, ticking. While Bryan Adams shouts along with the chorus, :
" The only thing I want,
The only thing I need,
The only thing I chose,
The only thing looks good on me ...is YOU"
while the house maid keeps blabbering about her routine in her ever digusting voice and tone and cursing "Chotto Bhai"(younger brother , thats me) playing the music loud. Hey not my fault. Curse the 6000W system which my bro bought when he was here.
Now the kid molester MJ shouts"  Blood on the dance floor!, Blood is on the knife"(Thank god MJ is sitting miles from me, and I will be a proud Adult this July. Hoping to have a bash this 18th birthday.( As far as I can recall, I had a proper birthday party few years back...no..many years back). Since then it has been a quiet affair. Just four of us. But last year my brother wasnt here, so we were three.

Time has changed. I have changed. Dad and mom changed. My brother changed. My address changed. My number changed. Nothing is constant. Only change is constant. Life isnt constant. We have to face different circumstances in life and deal with them.

"Don't stand in someone else's shadow when it's your sunlight that should lead the way."

Ok I think I am talking too much of crap nowadays. As Sonica said its a bore to read me *draws an illegal AK-47 from the cupboard and polishes the gun*
In case you are thinking I am feeling low or something minutely related to that term, sorry to disappoint you but you are wrong.

CC's meaning of some height's of activties:

Height of Laziness:
Feeling cold as the AC is on. But not bothering to switch the AC off even the switch is a hand's stretch away. Instead takes the blanket, and shiver in the cold, waiting for some divine power(Dad or mom) to get up at 3am and help this stupid soul.

Height of Stupidity:
Dialing a wrong number absent mindedly and arguing with the receiver at the other end, over the authencity of the number I dialled.
Calling at X's place, and asking for Y, though X took the call.(Where X & Y are my friends)
Doing 1*1=2 and not 1.
Taking a bath with specs on and not realising until the vision is "soapy"(culdnt find an apt term ) and celebrating with joy as there is no eye irritation even though the foam is "inside" my eyes and thanking god for superhuman capabilities.
Reading last week's newspaper and predicting whats written in an article..predictions become true. Thanking god again for Superhuman capabilities without realising that newspaper is old:|

PS: IF you find me on anyother blog or on this blog abusing or talking shit to someone, dont think that I have a twin brother. Its me only, as my intentions are cruel now;)


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Monday, April 26, 2004
Ah of 10th class!!!

Duh!!! What a break I had of 48 hrs(approx). Well, nothing much happened except for the West Bengal JEE. It passed off kinda ok. But the most pathetic part of the tale was that my center was in some Govt sponsered school. Jodhpur Park Boys High School. Well the Jodhpur Park area is itself a pretty good place, but the school was a complete yuck, specially the chairs. Damn those chairs without any backrest. It was a bench minus the back rest and HAD to sit there for 1080 seconds( in minutes and hours it seems to be a pretty small number;)) And as it was a cloudy day so it kinda dark, and they had ONLY 2 tubelights. CPM has crippled the state. Ok ok wont go into politics as I think you are already suffering the election thing.(Atleast I am)

Over the past 2 months  I have been in regular touch with RG, my class 10 buddy. But in 11th our section got split, so we dint keep in touch other than some occasional hi's and hello's. So had a long chat with him about the present, careers, future plans and ofcourse 'guy' talk;) He just said that class 10 was his most memorable year in the whole of 12 yrs spent in Birla High School, and I couldnt help agreeing to him. So if you have time read on , or you can go on blog -hopping(nice hobby !!:P) This post is about my friends in 10th and the various things we did 2 academic years back.

Keeping in mind the traditions, I begin with cursing the teacher. I know its not good, but I am helpless. I GOTTA CURSE this teacher. His name was Mr A.K. Singh. We never bothered to ask his name as we had nicks for him( we had nicks for everyone) We had named him Aks after the fim Aks, but the bestest was Aastin ka saap:P. Like most teachers he used to follow the points mentioned below while taking our Physics classes.

1.Enter the classroom
2.Choose any student from left or right row.
3.Go upto the teachers desk.
4.Start reading.

Thats it!! Chapter done. He dint even bother to ask us that was there any sort of difficulty or whether we couldnt get any particular part of the chapter. Yes he showed his real teaching skills once in a blue moon( where blue moon should be interpreted as Principal on round). Alas we did enjoy his classes.

Now for some reason our class had a nick of CD den. Now we were a group of 8 guys who regularly used to bring CD's to school. We had mp3's, english film cd's and lots of game cd's on any given schoolday. It had become a norm that if our bags were searched then it was bound to get a minimum of 8 cd's. But our bags were searched by our montiors and prefects who were in our gang. So we never got caught, untill some senior students of 12th came searching. We had 7 sections of class 10 and I was in 'E' and we had given specific tips to our friends in other classes specially in 'A' or 'F'( as the seniors used to begin their search from these sections) to inform us immediately whenever there was a 'raid'. Initially for the first time M( who is now my friend and is in my class) came and informed us about the raids, so we were well prepared that day, and had hidden those cd's in appropriate places. But the second we werent lucky as one of the Seniors caught a fella red handed. His name was taken, some warnings were given but then nothing happened. As usual we were again in full bloom, bringing CD's, exchanging CD's and continuing the 'racket'. But luck wasnt with us this time as we 3 of our guys were caught with cd's( I was lucky each and everytime). So we had to think of some robust plan, so that we could protect our CD's and our a** and I came up with a plan which ensured that we were NEVER caught for the rest of the remaining academic year.

My trick was simple. I knew how to cover our copies without using gum or paste(thanks to my dad) and taught it to my friends as well. So the basic idea was to keep the CD in the last page of HARDBOUND copies only. Take the last three pages of the copy and then put up the cover so that the CD couldnt be felt due to the cardboard. Well what do ya say?? Or dint u get the process??

Well I think the post is lengthy now, and I HAVE to mention another incident which took place in the next post.. wont it be too much for all you ppl to bear???


Posted at Monday, April 26, 2004 by CC
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