Insomnia. A word that every ITM student is familiar with. No further explanations. Meanwhile at 3.51 at night, I tried to get into the minds of some of my dearest friends & made an effort to scan them through. Let’s go along with the roll numbers.

Sitanshu – If I opt for any random bank right now, will I be able to shift to “Working Capital Management” later?

Shweta – What does it take to be the country sales head of Credence analytics in next 5 years? No, wait, 3 years is all I should aim for. Somebody tell me.

Nidhi – Wish Udaipur had some better college than ITM. I did not have to move out in the first place.

Mona – I guess I have joined ITM for two things. To read books & to climb up and down the stairs every day.  Kab hoga ye placement. By the way I hate Sales.

Soubhagya – Wish quizzing was a full time profession. I would participate in every single quiz this year & ask Anirban to take up a job in my company.  

Sourav Bikash – HDFC or Research? Research is good I guess. But then HDFC is stable. Na, I should prefer research.

Anand – Finally my own blog. My next targets are my fellow classmate bloggers. Guys I am coming.

Sarabjeet – I need a break from my gtalk status message which says “HalF pLaceD”. Somebody make me fully placed. I know I am not good with numbers, but I am best at other things. Kyun bhai sahi hai na? 3 hi liya hai re. I am not “out”.

Kanak – Need a break from life. Gosh! I am going to get mad. Guys please leave me. I used to like controversies but enough is enough.

Roohi – So many thoughts all getting jumbled up with each other, I feel like striving to get out of the whole labyrinth. Chandigarh, miss you; love Mumbai though. :)

Amit Ahuja – I don’t know what I am supposed to do. Need to go on a trip to Shirdi, I guess.

Rohith Sreekumar – Man, Gunners are back. Another convincing win. Aaja Beta Jeet. We have a match in our hands. Bol Beta abhi.

Nupur – hun….hun….hun….h-u-nnnnn.

Soumalya – I s-A-pport Lal Andolan. Pas-hhh-mi Medinapur is a dangerous place. Forget Junaid bhai. My chicken is better.

Junaid – “Gentlemen”, no catering, no charges. I am doing this for my friends. Hope you “relish” the “experience”. Whatever Das says is completely wide of the mark. I am a better cook. And the party is N-O-T sponsored by DSP Black.

Surbhi – I don’t want to go to kolkatta, but they want me to be there. Even I want to be there but not now. But I love kolkatta. But….

Girish – Got placement. Now fun time. Where to go? Should I stay back in Mumbai or should I go Bengalooru?  

Rohit Ajmera – Lexi my sexy darling, don’t worry we will be having our “Suhaagraat” very soon. Before that let me get back to my usual style once again.

Ashis Bansal – Aahun, aahun, Oye aahun aahun. Ho gaya beta show khatam. Abhi papa soyenge. Kal subhe aana tamasha dekhne.

I am done with Batch A. Batch B & C will shortly follow. As expected, batch A leads the way again. :)

I brought up “Paa” & “3 idiots” in my last post. A day later, I saw “Avatar”, which outshined everything. ‘Breathtaking’, I screamed without delay. Such technologically advanced, truly a Hollywood spectacle. A wonder to behold, I would say. The arresting visuals are simply overwhelming. The last part has a bit more ‘masala’ that it is supposed to have, still it has enough drama, suspense, passion before, that would keep you completely glued to the screen till the climax.

Audiences will find it to be a brilliantly, stunning entertaining fantasy.

It is awe-inspiring, but I would still rate it below Titanic, a vision from the same man, James Cameron.

One suggestion for the makers of Avatar though. Film marketing is more difficult than film making. I guess movie is brilliant but inadequate marketing undersold it.

I don't expect you to believe me if you haven't seen the film yet. Finally a word of advice if you have not watched the three movies yet, go watch them right away.

Truly a master piece. A roller coaster ride indeed. I had watched ‘Paa’ a few days back & rated it as a saintly movie. I did not expect I was going to have another treat. ‘3 Idiots’ made my day so to speak. What a time to watch the movie! When we all are on the verge of leaving college & the whole student life, it really comes as a sweet little flashback.

You know what’s so special about Hirani’s movies. He always comes up with some signature messages which become the driving factors for the movie. He had ‘Jaadu ki Jhappi’ in Munnabhai MBBS, then he had ‘Gandhigiri’ in Lage raho Munna bhai & now undoubtedly the best of them all; “Aal is Well”. The concept is straightforward; but he pulls off the trick so well that it materializes as extremely creative.

Let’s talk about the movie now. Brilliant plot, luminous actors though I thought some actors did not get chance to showcase their flair, amazing cinematography. The biggest edge the movie has is, it builds an instant emotional connect with the youth. There are not any out & out hilarious moments wherein you would laugh insanely, but you would always find a humor touch to every scene. Some scenes have the gift to make most of the audience shed a few tears for sure.

Talking about acting, Amir is miraculous, but does not steal the show like any other movie of his. I believe Kareena, Omi Vaidya both are adorable in the movie. Sharman & Madhavan are good in patches but they do not get adequate opening. Raj Kumar Hirani wastes Boman Irani’s talent in the movie. I would have loved to see Mona displaying her acting skills rather than just giggling, laughing, screaming, crying here & there.

My favorite scene in the movie has to be the introduction speech by Chatur Ramalingam. Only two words “Balatkaar” & “Stan” distorted the speech completely.

It took me to my good old school days & I am sure most of you must have thought of your best friends for a while.  

After watching the movie, you would definitely say one thing.

“I am not smart, I am just a stupid idiot fellow & Man, I am proud of that. Glad to be an Idiot.”

Padho, Kamyab hone ke liye nahin, Kaabil hone ke liye, success ke piche mat bhago, Excellence ke piche bhago, Success jhak maarke piche bhagegi. -  Baba Ranchoddas

This was neither a national level match nor even a state level one. This was just a match that I played at my 3^rd club (Kalinga Cricket Club) ground. Though I have had short stays at different local clubs, I consider myself a part of only three of them; Rising Students, Rameshwar Sporting & Kalinga Cricket Club.

Talking about the match, it was just a friendly match that we played for good practice before an intra-city cricket tournament I guess. I was the captain of my side & after winning the toss, it was an obvious choice to bat first as we were looking for good healthy batting practice. To our bad luck, we lost the first wicket in the very first over & though I was always panicky playing the new ball, I went on to bat after the fall of wicket no. 1. It was a 20-20 game, so intent was crystal clear.

I felt the heat when I had to face the sweet chin music from both the 7 feet gigantic fast bowlers. I even remember of doing a complete somersault when one express delivery knocked my helmet off. Getting pounded by sledgehammers would have been less painful. In the mean time my partner got his eye set & smashed 3 consecutive boundaries in a single over. The ball was losing its shine & so were the bowlers. It was the perfect time for us to capitalize. We both explored the small opening that we got & went all guns blazing. I danced down the track every time a spinner delivered me. After the 19^th over, the scoreboard read 156/3. I was still unbeaten at 84 of just 47 balls. I had 6 balls to score 16 from to get to the triple figure. I took a two in the first ball & then came down the track again, next ball, just to find my stumps completely out of the ground. I was out for 86 of 49 balls. One hell of an innings it was. More than the score, the shots I played gave me immense pleasure. I successfully executed reverse sweep, copybook hook & even hit two sixes with “Jeet’s Trademark Slice”. For those who don’t know, I was known in my cricketing circle for my slice over point, gully & full face drive through the cover point, something that I am proud of.

We finished with 165, a par score. So they had all the chance in the world to win it. I knew we had to stick to the basics only. Wickets will follow automatically. I wanted my other bowlers to have a go, so I did not open the bowling for a change & put on the keeping gloves. Another reason for the decision was I had always been a fan of Adam Parore, the stylish kiwi wicket keeper who also batted first down.

Things did not go as we had planned & we found ourselves really vulnerable at the mid stage with the opponents threatening to surpass our score at 88/2. I would have to admit the blunders I committed during the field placing & bowling change. But someday none of your decisions go your way. I removed my keeping gloves & got ready to bowl the 11^th over. The very first ball I was hit for a four right above by head. A powerful hit it was, but it gave me a minor scope as I found out a loophole in his short playing. I planned to bowl the same ball after a couple of balls & guess what; he played the same shot, but the trivial variation in the pace did the trick. That was my first wicket of the match & it just got better after that.

After 18.3 over, they got all out for 132 & my statistics read as 4-0-21-6.

We won the match by 24 runs & I had a match of a life time by scoring 86 with a strike rate of almost 200 & then ripped through the bowling order with 6 price wickets.

It was just a practice game & guess what in the actual match which we played after a couple of days against Pragati Sporting Club, I got out for a golden duck in the very first ball.

Cricket is a great equalizer as they say. :)

Generation gap, impact of western culture, youth vs. experienced; all these topics have lost their shine after being discussed time & again in different forums. I have always supported the western culture, youthful attitude & strongly believe that the generation gap is a must for the inclusive growth of the society.

But something happened today which made me rethink. “Are we moving too fast?” is what I thought at once. I was having a phone chat with a 9 year old cousin of mine studying in 4^th std in Delhi Public School in the capital city of Odisha. She was elated to know about my placement & gave me a list of things that I had to get her next time I fly to her place. The list did not have the usual things I thought it should have had, but it had a lot of weird things that left my eyes wide open.

Suddenly she wanted to know whether I had a girlfriend or not. I was so stunned that I could not utter a single word for a minute. Then she repeated her question. I said a lot of them & mentioned a few random names also as if I did not get her question. She stopped me in-between & asked me if I was crazy.

“Bhai, I did not mean girls who are your friends, I meant like real girlfriends, you know” was the next thing she said. Without wasting one more second, I asked her to hand over the phone to my aunty.

After hanging up, it stimulated the very active & smart cells of my brain to have a serious consideration. I mean she is not even a teenager. Forget teen age she has not even touched the double figure.

Every photo of my great grandparents has the whole family. There is none having my great grandfather & great grandmother only. I never cracked a silly marriage joke involving my grandparents. My father still feels uneasy asking my mother for a movie or a drive in front of me. I being a messed up little monster, surpassed everything, still go red in the face while talking about my girl.  

But getting to know what the 8, 9 years of my country talk about these days, I would unquestionably say,

“We are indeed moving too fast.”

Clinical psychology is a subject that always exerts a pull on me. It was the next choice of mine when I opted for economics during my graduation. As such I am completely an inexpert in the subject. But the reason which always makes it act like a magnet is the fact that human psychology is something that is more than a science or an art. It is beyond any law, scientific outcome or any fixed tactic.

I remember my father having 6 pairs of white mice to conduct his experiments on them. I don’t know what he did achieve but it at least attracted my interest.

Well leave aside the state of mind of mice or of any other animals for that matter, let’s talk about human psychology. We start off being completely ignorant about the happenings around ourselves.

As toddlers we pay attention to every single damn thing but never try to figure out what those are. We feel miserable looking at birds flying through the morning dew but feel cheerful by tying them with a raw unbreakable cable & literally making the bird suffer a hell. “Feel” is a wrong usage I guess, as we never feel anything but just show different emotional expressions. A gigantic elephant or a lethal tiger becomes the role model. Ask any clinical psychologist without letting him know the age of the person, he would burst out referring it as a serious psychological disorder or if you are strong enough to listen then he would say the patient is off his head.

Coming into teen-age, we start “feeling” & become competent to justify our emotions. But then another problem arises. We become so conscious of our emotions that we lose control over our senses. Our minds become so jam-packed with a lot of ideas & thoughts that we act in a weird manner. We forget something which is generally known as a “Home” & otherwise stored as “Sweet Home” in the phonebook. We like to stay out as much as possible & feel the whole world is ours. We fall for every single person of the opposite gender. We first think of talking to them once, then friendship, then love & finally it boils down to one thing. I remember a hilarious quote. Men often give love for sex; women often give sex for love. Boys grow hair & girls cut down to look “cool”.  Animals are out, movie-stars, cricketers & rock stars suddenly make entries as role models. Without achieving a wee bit, we feel we have accomplished all of it.   Are not these signs of mental disorder? I mean why a normal stable human being would think like this.

Let’s move on now. All are out. Outlook, vigor, liveliness, dynamism, exuberance, enthusiasm, stimulation fade away all at once. Life seems so useless. It feels so pathetic. We feel we are the only responsible citizen of the society, the only person having a properly functioning heart of the whole humankind. We start becoming crabby about practically everything existing that is related to life. We maintain a to-do list always & make every effort, almost equally hard as Mahatma Gandhi did for India’s independence, just to have our own house & car like after that the life is over. After reaching the 3^rd or even 4^th stage of the Maslow’s need hierarchy, we again go back to the primary one; Roti, Kapda, Makaan n hmm. We like to end our lives as soon as possible ahead of the God’s schedule, the same life that we were enjoying about 5 years ago. Symptoms of mess again.

So the bottom line is no matter how hard we struggle, we will always come into sight as insane people. Better take it lightly and treat the life as it comes & as if every single event is the best that could happen with us.

Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly....  --G.K. Chesterton

To enjoy life, we must touch much of it lightly - Voltaire 

Life is not only about being incompetent to see the entire sight in the rear view mirror, it’s also about achieving the speed of a supersonic jet, still going strong & going all-out. – Lagnajit :)

Life has never been easy. No one said it would ever be. But the individual has to make it just worth of it. It all depends on the attitude which he/she treats life with. To quote Oscar Wilde "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."  But to be able to look at the stars you need to have that dream, the rich mind-set & the right approach.

Well talking about my life, it has been so kind to me till date. The phase of it that I spent at ITM taught me a lot, even more than I had learnt in 20 long years. Apart from the routine stuff, I learnt a lot about relationships; with friends, with roommates, with friendly classmates, with not-so-friendly classmates, with seniors, with juniors, with faculties, with greatest buddies & finally with my girl.

Some moments are really worth remembering for the rest of my life & some are such nightmarish that will keep haunting me in the days to come. When I successfully implemented all my plans during my general secretary election to attract 3000 odd smart students, I thought I could judge any person just after a small conversation but I was insanely wrong. I misunderstood so many people in these two years; in fact I got the wrong end of the stick of them all. I felt miserable & dejected in the end.

But life it is. It is supposed to move pretty fast & so it will. I better refuel my veins with the same adrenaline that I used to have & get back to the usual mode as soon as possible. Life is not going to appreciate me taking my own sweet time to recover from all this. So why not face it bravely & get re-energized.

It’s time to move on finally.

“Part of being a winner, is knowing when enough is enough. Sometimes you have to give up the fight and walk away, and move on to something that's more productive.” - Donald Trump

Aaahhh. I m placed FINALLY. Life has taken a lot of twists & turns last month & I guess it ultimately landed up on the right track. Well all my friends have been asking me my interviews experience as they were more than just interviews. So I am going to mention the best points & dismal points (according to me) that I put forward before the panel.

Good answers

1.       So Lagnajit, tell me the reason behind the journey from Bhubaneswar to Kharghar.

Ans: Sir, it’s the journey of Bharat turning into India. I mean the way India is growing, the way India is going globalized, the way Indian metros are going cosmopolitan & the way Indian tier 2 cities are becoming metros, its only one thing that is on our minds. That’s continuous growth. That is the reason that triggered my decision to come to Mumbai.

2.      If you have to choose 3 persons for Siyaram’s then who would you choose?

Ans: Sir, there can’t be three. I guess I cannot differentiate among four of them. Lagnajit of course. Apart from him, I guess Manjeet, Sonil & Malhaar will prove as assets to the company. (They all were waiting for their interview round)

3.      If your friend is leaving for US & your boss asks you stay back at the office as one of your customers MIGHT turn up, then what would you do?

Ans: (after some discussion) – Sir I would stay back, wait for the customer & give some incentives to my friend like giving him calls more than thrice a week than just once as finalized earlier. If he is a true friend he would definitely understand.

4.      What is special about Siyaram’s that makes it unique?

Ans: The answer is in the question itself sir. “Come home to Siyaram’s” (literally sang the song). The same campaign still has an emotional connect with three Indian generations now. With Siyaram’s customers feel they are wearing an Indian brand & are always close to their near & dear ones.

5.      Lagnajit, you said you love making people confused & mystified by your activities. How exactly you do it?

Ans: Sir, I m glad that you asked me this. As I have already mentioned sir, I never smoked. I used to drink. I had a girlfriend for 8 long years. Now also I don’t smoke. I have given up drinking. Now I don’t have a girlfriend but like someone. Still I am not saying anything to her as I am still verifying the depth of my love.

Interviewer – I had asked you this question 30 minutes back & where this one came from all of a sudden. I mean I did not get you.

Ans: See Sir, you are confused now. This is what I do.

Pitiable answers

1.       Lagnajit, it seems you are a good sales person. But we are not offering any. How can you transform yourself from an executive to a strategist who we are looking for?

Ans: Sales is the toughest part in marketing. As I have already excelled in sales I guess it would not be a big problem to strategize. With sales I have the basic exposure to the ground level realities & that would help me analyzing the problems arising at the strategic level.

2.      What are the weapons that a salesperson has?

Ans: (Pocket main Rocket hai. Don’t worry I just thought of it. Did not say. ). I gave every possible answers starting from convincing skills, finding out needs, adaptive to networking, product knowledge but I felt they were just not convinced by my answers. :(

I don’t really remember other questions but I recall a lot many moments where in there was a complete black-out & I had no answers; I just kept uttering crap to buy some time. Anyway finally I got through & the feeling was godly considering the fact that the selection ratio was 40: 1. Finally they said they needed the best only. I am proud of myself that I could be the best that they were looking for. Henceforth life is going to be really challenging & as usual I am up to it.

                       

 Bigwigs from India in Australia. (No idea about the guys in red/pink t-shirts). Papa in white suit :)

  Nice Background & A Super Cool Dad

Aaahhhh...Look at his eyes.I have had Dogs, Cats, Mongooses, Parrots, Swans, Ducks, Rabbits, Hens, Cows & what not. I would have to say I am a hardcore pet lover. Friends remember that small pup in cloud 9! I had four other animals at my home as my sweethearts & I am really proud of having them. They were a bull (Baina), a deer (Chameli), a crocodile (Coco) & finally a Tiger (Tiger). Wish I had him! Is not he adorable! (Tiger is still alive & doing great in the state zoo. :))

I love dancing but Still to figure out what exactly these guys were upto?

The latest addition to our family (My cousin "Sambhav") With his Dad in UK. (God, Please take care of my "London Dreams" :( )

My photography on my last visit to my village. (Sony Ericsson C-902 i Rocks)

The place where I plan to establish my own firm.

Teaching a small batting trick to the cricket lovers at my village. Almost copy book style back foot defense except the fact that my back foot toes touched the ground sooner  than they were supposed to. But that’s because it was a rubber ball that I was playing with. The next day I was invited to play in a match on behalf of my village against another local team & guess what, got out for a golden duck. I could rarely see the ball when it ripped my stumps through. Nevertheless we won the match & I was instrumental in making that happen through my bowling. :)

 Naughtiest Cousin Of Mine...Looks can be so Deceptive. :O

                                                                                                                                                    

My last few posts were mostly imaginary & sometimes confusing. I have decided to write pure stuff now. So let’s start with the “Bazzic”.

I always said “ITM Sucks”. But it’s time to change that statement of mine. It simply ROCKS. I agree its complete campus is only 1/8^th of the cricket field at my graduation college. It has a grading system which will bamboozle the likes of Einstein & Thomson. It has top officials, dignitaries & administrators whom you would hate to interact no matter what.

Still a thing, that makes me say that it indeed rocks. It has a knack of finding out the best among the very best in the industry. You don’t believe me? Come, have an appointment & I will take you through a ride of your lifetime.

Now fasten your seat belts as we are ready to take off. Now when we have left I have the liberty of saying you that the journey would not be easy. It would be just worth it.

We have reached our first destination on the first floor. The name plate says “Self proclaimed Royal Bengal Tiger”. Beware before entering the cage but I bet you would be having a true Safari experience.  But we need to short-list now. Only industry persons are allowed to enter & others please thank your Bhagwan, Khuda & Jesus once. Now when they are gone let’s not bother & go ahead.

This is our second destination which says “full credit course, sardar, rahul takes a single, hehe, Pargat Singh great, ask your seniors, hehe, 60 is A grade, ask Navneet, hehe, are Captain Saab, hehe, fir mujhe kaun puchega, hehe”. Guests don’t get puzzled & just go into the cabin with utterly blank brains as you are going to come out with extra dose of knowledge & information. But we again need to call in the best. Hmm. Let me think. Ok those who have normal blood pressure & have prior experience of handling extremely intense situations like natural disasters may enter at your own risk. Ok now it will take time.

So we will be resting here for some time.

Before joining ITM, we all were handed over a joining instruction sheet having all the rules & regulations that we need to follow during our two years stay which included no drinks, neither sutta nor satta, no pets, no bikes etc. etc. Guys reading this, must be knowing, how hard we strive to obey each & every word of that sheet. ;)

But something happened in C- 8/3, which just blew me apart. Come on, I know it has creatures like Sabby aka Chota Sardar & the Sardar who is not SO good with numbers ;), Sharma aka *****, Lodha Saab still guys you aggravated all your limits. I mean this is way beyond everyone’s thinking horizon.

After quite a few days I stepped at the doorsteps of the flat & found the main door open. Nothing great about it considering Sabby was in there but I insist in giving you the detail. First I saw the invincible Abhiraj Sir. I could not greet him properly as I got the shock of my life. Wait. We are not allowed to do that. Forget what we are allowed to or not but guys we are in a management college or in a B-SKUL THAT FEATURES ON THE TOP 10 LIST COUNTRYWIDE as they say. I am sure you would not want to know what I saw.

I found a sizzling, very fair, and surprisingly gorgeous girl in her innerwear dancing before all of them. :O. Only the color was enough to seduce, turn you on & drive you crazy. What a steamy combination of Red & Pink with white stripes!!! Curves were a bit oddly but she managed with all with her Latke-jhatkes. There was this hugely mammoth trunk of some tree which she used as a pole for her staggering pole dance show. The way she wore that intense lipstick, mascara, distinct lines of kajal helped the matter in making her such a ****. Then she left the pole, showed us her back, tried to unhook her bra & I saw a name on her bare back. It read “LEXI”. Oh My Holy God!!! I uttered a single word only. UN…BELIEV….A….BLE. What have you done to yourself? Come on. For god’s sake, stop it. At least change that dirty set. I wanted to upload the videos also but then that would enable my blog to fall in the Adult bracket which I don’t want. Sorry guys & GIRLS who wanted to see him in that manner.

On a serious note, he gives me another chance to be proud of for simply having a friend like him. From the first day of interaction I knew there was something special about this guy & he proved it till the end. Getting indubitably the best profile at ITM so far, with a cgpa of 2.5, makes him simply a God for the rest. All I want to say is I am really happy for you. Best luck for the future, do even better & as you always say

“Kudos 2 Lyf”

Hame kamzoron main mat gino

Jo sharab piya karte hain

Nasha ka nasha to hume bhi hai

Lekin wo hum aapke muskaan se liya karte hain.

A divinely blessed & awfully cursed kid. Love was no reality for him. Adit never believed in love at first sight. He had come across so many attractive, stunning beauties but could never see the love that he always longed for. He betrays his family in search of his dreams. He circles all around; heaven, hell, stops over at places that he always wanted to explore & finally lands up on earth. This is the very first time but he finds something proverbial, something that he loves about, something that he desires for. He looks around at the new faces, enjoys the bright sunrays, likes roaming around seashore, and takes pleasure of the first rain. He feels this is his destiny. This is the kind of life that he always desired for. He realizes how blessed he is & then he meets “her” who makes him realize that he is just a horrifically cursed person meant to get nothing on the earth. 

I always knew you would not be mine

As I did not deserve you

You were just playing with my brain,

Still I took it all bigheartedly

Let me tell you why

Because it was worth the tear-jerking pain.

I promise I will be there

Always with you

Summer, spring, winter; come what may,

Realizing that

You pray for someone else’s long life

I die numerous times every single day.

I polish my broken heart

As if it was a scratched mirror

With the hope that for once it would shine,

But it gives me fatal blows

And makes me appreciate

Forever I lost someone, who was never mine.

Aaaahhhh….There she is. Finally I caught her exploring the most treasured corners in the kitchen. It took me 3 days, 5 hrs & 40 odd minutes to grab hold of her. Gupta ji would be reassured to know this as he has been having a bloodcurdling time of his life sleeping around (;)) with a female cockroache. Don’t ask me why I refer her as female cockroache. It’s just a gut feeling that she is female. Actually I have a reason which suggests so. She orbits around Dada’s notes but seems to have some kind of an allergy from Swagatika’s books. (Pinki, you left some books here only. Those two gigantic bags could not carry all of them! Kitna padhti hai. :O).  Anyway the cockroach took me to my intermediate & graduation days & reminded me of some really funny & embarrassing moments. Some of them are listed below.

1.       Deliberately connecting a wrong circuit & then allowing electricity to flow through it just to result in a complete power failure much to the delight of all fellow mates.

2.      Argument with the external examiner in the annual practical exam. She made me realize that I literally knew nothing & I made her realize that she was one hell of a filthy person that I had ever seen. (Mean but tit for tat was the necessity of the hour)

3.      Mixing two contradictory chemicals in a small test tube & creating a new gas which ignites instantly in the practical lab but nobody gets to know the culprit. (secret revealed)

4.      Threatening the lab assistant for not saying the chemical’s/salt’s name in the exam (Roz tyre puncture honge sir…abhi aap hi dekh lo)

5.      Chemistry external asking about family background & mileage of Pulsar as compared to Splendor in the viva-voce & ultimately giving 49 out of 50.

6.      Paying juniors (Rs 100 per record) to complete the practical records with all the diagrams & then using own manipulation skills to get it signed.

7.      Deliberately answering wrong when asked about the botanical names of some plants. (I remember saying a plant as “Panthera tigris”….this is the name for tiger.)

8.      Coming up with the liver of the toad when asked for its heart.

9.      A frog jumping after getting half dissected. (scared the hell out of me)

10.   Getting to sit beside two hottest girls of the batch & never getting to even flirt once. 

Ding dong. 27^th is gone. You know 27^th November 2009 is coined as “Khatam Day” by Mr. Manish M. Jain aka Dino. Khatam day started with a bang when Dino found out that he had no toothpaste, soap, shampoo and conditioner before going to college. All Khatam. He borrowed everything from “ME” to be able to attain a condition so that he can attend classes. The virus of khatam day was found to be communicable when Dino caught tears coming down from my eyes in the class. My heart & my image Khatam. Venny nair then Khatamed the course same day. Sanjay Kichloo got rashes all over his hands. See another Khatam thing. I forgot other Khatams of that day. Dino this blog was demanded by you & let me tell you this is even more pathetic than your highly dramatized, no substance PJs. But you see I am such a good friend that I can sacrifice a post for you so that it matches your intellectual level.

Sanjay “saala” kichloo got the shock of his life to see my bed completely “organized”; bed sheet in place completely covering the bed, no clothes lying on it, mobile chargers on the table, wallets & connectors in the right place, restaurants’ menu glued to the wall near bed & the cricket bat under the bed. He got the second blow  when he saw me having a PURE vegetarian meal. So here is the declaration; I am going to be disloyal to chickens, prawns, crabs & fish till I pass out from ITM at least. No specific reasons but I feel like having veg henceforth. By the way I hated the taste in the afternoon but treasured the feel. I guess you know the reason. ;)

Annoyed, frustrated, irritated, exasperated & devastated. This is just to give you a feel. I feel way more forced than what the words portray. ITM sucks to the core man. When my batch mates were boycotting classes one after the other, I never supported them. I thought there were other serene means to resolve the issue. Not that I am a fan of M.K.Gandhi still I thought our step was extreme. Just for the records I am a diehard fan of Netaji. I mean imagine a person from the east India achieving that feat by meeting Hitler & all. Besides I like gifted students & he was an impeccable one. Anyway, now I do realize even boycotting was a negligible step. We should have taken other intense steps. I have every reason to react like this.

There was this director of ours who on a fine morning comes up with the disgusting idea of “Development Of Responsible Corporate Citizen” & lays a norm for that. I mean what on earth made him believe that we would be responsible by attending guest lecture throughout the day. Ask him to get responsible & use something called as a “deodorant” and also a mouth freshener. I know I am being so coldblooded but I have to.

Then I get the good news, Dean going out, Director becoming the Dean & a new fresh director for the last 4 odd months. I say Yippie & tried to enquire about the new director. I hear some pretty cool stuff about him which makes me heave a sigh of relief. Thank god. Finally the old director is out of here.

By the way do you remember a proverb that we read quite a few years back? “Out of the frying pan, into the fire”. God I should have remembered that. I mean this is ITM after all. The new director comes up with an even more sickening idea. Now we need to get the details of some company (details also include company’s mission & vision…F****** S***) & I really can’t figure out why. Moreover he has made it compulsory for us or strict action would be taken against us.

Now what? Do they expect us to do that on a Sunday? Come on! You can’t be serious Sir & if by any chance you are then I have simply no words. I guess my silence speaks a lot more than my words.

Lastly I urge you to rethink your plan & kindly allow us to lead something called LIFE. 

You remember the day

When we walked through the divine rain

I won’t be walking with you anymore

Still I would like the rain to bless you again.

I laze alone in dark right through the night

Suddenly I break down & cry

I knew you were never mine

Even so I ask god, I don’t know why.

I wish I could cry a river

I will scream out loud “hooray”

You want to know why

So that I can sail far away.

You made me realize my dreams

But all that is now completely scattered

I am down in the mouth & dead on your feet

On a whim lost everything all that mattered. 

When we walk down the memory lane, retain information about every wee bit of life, we always wish to relive those moments once again; enjoying the blissful moments, putting right our mistakes & getting things that we lost somewhere in-between. I really don’t know about girls, but for boys it’s always the same. When in early days, you wish to be treated as an adult & once you come out of your teen-age you tend to take a U-turn & desire to go back once again. Adit’s life was no different either. He was born in a highly sophisticated family in a remote place of a not-so-famous part of the marvelous India. He was considered divinely blessed as on the day of his birth a group of Himalayan priests visit that place to bless the child. Two days after he falls sick. What happened there after is still a mystery but his recovery extended a ray of happiness all over. There was this usual bunch of kids who read the right books, wore the right clothes, said the right words & played the right game. The other usual bunch of kids was there too who revolted against every norm of the society. Unfortunately Adit was not allowed to join any of these groups. He had to let down his home, parents, friends & his life at the age of four in search of the unattainable. His family did a great sacrifice with raging fire in heart. It was a sacrifice of the highest order. Even death shed tears looking at his pain.

I know you would not find a particular flow in the post. That’s because I started having something else on my mind, but then changed track in-between. I did not want to stop at that very moment so went on till I could. Sorry for the confusing & pointless post. I would be back VERY soon with some extremely absorbing stuff.

Great. I am happy. Let me tell you why. Now here is this “pampers” friend of mine famously known as Ms. Neha Tripathy whom I had a conversation with today after a long long time. We were a group of six friends whom teachers called as “UDDHATA PILA”. (Unable to translate it to English, but it’s something similar to mischievous gang). We were probably in STD IV then. I was the first one to leave the town after 8^th. Everybody then moved out in search of their dreams & we lost contact. 2 years back I got back in touch with Anubhav & now Neha joins the party. Here is an excerpt of the mobile conversation that we had today.

1 – I, 2 – Neha

Mobile rings with my fav “NAAGIN” tune.

1 – Ammm…Hello. (Was sleeping)

2 – How are you Sir?

1 – Sorry, Who is this? Did not get you.

2 – What? You did not get me? Sherlock Holmes forgot his tricks or what? You have to guess me on the very 1^st attempt else I will ask Brother Thomas to take over. (She was the class monitor & always threatened me with this line in school. Brother Thomas was our vice principal. )

1 – Oh my holy God! (My eyes were wide open, was feeling my pulse on my neck). Don’t’ tell me! It’s you. Yes it’s you. My god. What did I do to get a call from you after so long? Wait a minute. Is it really you? How did you get my number?

2 – (Smiling perhaps). Don’t yell. This is a damn reliance phone & yeah this is your very own Neha. I got your number from Anubhav just now. I was so excited that I called you straight-away. So how is your M….B….A going on?

1 – What is that? Sarcasm? Its good. But I guess we are not supposed to talk about our studies & careers. Wait a while. Why are we talking in English? Come on we are not in the school campus. I want your typical Oriya Ganjami style. (Henceforth the conversation was in Oriya). So you still in Orissa? (Got to know that from the number).

2 – Aaaahhhh…You still try memorizing STD codes. Don’t you? Naa I am here for my sister’s marriage. I hope you remember her. She is 27 now. She is getting to married to the only guy-friend or boy friend that she had in these many years. Is not she lucky?

1 – Hey. Great News. Wish her best luck on my behalf. Wish I could be there. Hey give me your gtalk id. Orkut & facebook also. Hey twitter & linkedin too. Na gtalk will  be great. Rest I will find out.

2 – Easy Boy easy. I know you are excited. I am more excited than you. You coming to Orissa next month?

1 – Nopes. Placements Dear. Stop it. Don’t want to discuss about that.

2 – I know. I know. Anu told me that you were still the same. So tell me about you. What happened to your lady love?

1 – I am still single. What about you?

2 – You expect me to believe that? Mr. Manu (This was my pet name then) is not with the love of his life. You in Mumbai. Right? So you did not find anyone in Mumbai?

1 – I found & lost. I will tell you later. Tell me about you first.

2 – Ok. Your tone does not suggest that you are really interested to talk about this. Leave it. I don’t want to spoil this conversation of ours. I am still the same re. I am dating a guy now. He is like the 6^th guy that I am dating. So I am still serious about fooling around guys.

1 – How mean? But would not comment. So tell me when are we meeting?

2 – I am coming to Mumbai next year & you know meeting you would be 1^st thing on my schedule.

1 – Yeah better. So give me your mobile number fast.

2 – Hey I need to hang up now. Need to go out with Dad. Want to talk to Mom? & I am sending you my number now.

1 – Na re not now. You know I am very bad at these formalities & all. Would call tonight after 10 & tell aunty that I still miss her “Khiri” (oriya term for kheer).

2 – Yeah Sure. Call me after 10 for sure. I will wait for your call. Mom is asking whether you have put on some weight or not?

1 – Say her, I am deliberately not gaining weight so that I can have her handmade heavy food always.

2 – Chalo. I would really have to leave now. You know Dad. By the way would wait for you call tonight. Chal take care. Miss You. Love You. Bye

1 – Miss you too. Take care. Call you later. Babye.

Guys, I know there was no need or point to post this. But i was just trying to know what it feels like being in the shoes of Chetan Bhagat. Tell me. 

Just the last day I thought I had no time. Guess what today after sleeping for the whole day, I feel super energized to post something. Love is not the substance of discussion this time as I am striving to follow my friend’s suggestion. So let’s get candid this time.

Everybody has been talking about “women empowerment” for quite a few years now. I am strongly against the very idea of it. They were always empowered. I mean if a girl walks down the street in her micro miniskirt & even smaller top, all the eyes would be scanning through every part of her body. Now ask a guy to do that with his shorts & a t-shirt. People would be intentionally taking their gaze away just to make sure that the highly insane person does not notice them. See how empowered they are & how damned men are.

Being a student of a management course, the 120 boys in our class thought of bringing it to the same level & tried their hands on bitching & even catfights. Out of a whole lot of them the mental games & word fights between the people having “work experience” have definitely been the most fascinating ones. It gets more electrifying once the topic pops out in a “daaru” party. I am not going to explain the whole story. I mean why would I? Do we get to find out the things that they discuss over in the girl’s hostel? Nehhh.

This post was just to let the ladies of our college know that we are not far behind. We will catch up soon but thanks for being inspirations. Teach us some more captivating stuff.