Monthly Archives: January 2005

My Experiments with FRENCH

First of all let me clear one thing about this post ..
First .. It’s NOT about FRENCH KISSING .. basically because I have had no personal experiences of it .. and we all know to experiment with something , we first need to experience it. I am not sure that applies to everything, but certainly it applies here.
Second .. It’s NOT about FRENCH TOAST .. basically because, I’ve absolutely no idea what it is .. I mean how different could it be from a normal toast. For me toast is always a half burnt loaf of bread with as much butter put on it as possible. I know that’s what not what normally a toast is for most of you people, but then you have’nt ever had a chance to eat a toast at my home. 🙂

ok .. coming to the point .. I was talking about a FRENCH BEARD. I tried, I failed, came back strongly, and failed yet again. After trying for weeks to get my beard in the “FRENCH CUT SHAPE”, I finally managed to get it last wednesday. I guess most of you realise the efforts that have to be made to get a FRENCH CUT. I mean, for week after week my razor would unknowingly venture towards my chin area, even though I had made up my mind to not allow it to go there. Still, out of some strange reason .. it happened again and again. May be it was GOD’s way of telling me to forget it. But my mind was made up ..and I knew that someday I am going to do it. I even thought about what I would look like with a french. In case, you can’t imagine .. lemme help you ..

Ok then.. with this Pic in hand and my mind made up .. I decided to give it a shot last wednesday. I took my kit to the wash basin and started the battle that would remain itched in my mind for many years to come. Finally at the end of a gruelling 10 – minute fight between man and machine ( my razor ) .. I won and I had the FRENCH in perfect shape. Ok .. I thought I looked pretty cool in it .. but then to my surprise, most people even failed to notice it that day. After a rather upsetting day, when no one had noticed the “new thing about me” .. I went to Poppy .. and he said .. ” tryin a french – cut ” and laughed like he had just seen a circus clown. I said ” not trying man .. I have the french cut ” .. He came close and said .. ” hmm .. “. Now ” hmm” is generally one of those things that you never know what to answer with. I just came back to my room and said may be after tomorrow will be a better day.
Next day started with a bang with Someone in lab pointing out that I was trying a french cut. He had sort of a “look at him .. he looks so funny” feel to his comment.
Aneway I decided to ignore him and give it more time. That night, as I was going out for dinner, two girls of my class were standing just outside the college campus. I did’nt notice them in the start, but later on as I came close to them, one of them looked at me with a sheepish smile that said ” OH MY GOD ” ( a – la Janice from F.R.I.E.N.D.S ). Ok .. fine .. may have been a mistake, may be the comment was for me and not for the french cut. I endured another long night with the french cut. The next day started with almost everyone noticing it. People in my wing were noticing it and looking at me again and again just to make sure that they saw the right stuff. I had to confirm that I was seeing myself when I looked at myself that morning. I looked kind of strange, awkward too, but what the heck. I thought may be I should keep it for one more day. But I guess my friends had had enough of it. Rakesh was the first one to point it out .. ” Kyun devdas ban ke ghoom raha hai” .. I said ” are it’s just a matter of few days .. and it’ll be gone by the time my parents come over here”. Nipun said ” Welcome to the club” ( here you should know that Nipun has been keeping a french cut for as long as I can remeber .. don’t make your dirty minds work overtime yto understand what the club could mean ). By the evening, that day, almost a dozen guys had pointed out something or the other about the eye sore.
That did it. I made up my mind to get rid of it. So I took out my razor again and got back to work. And did it. It’s better to stay clean shaven anyday than trying to make sure that you have’nt cut a little bit extra while shaving for a FRENCH CUT.



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My UnCommon Life

At the beginning of this year, I made a promise to myself. A Promise to stay different, try not to follow what everyone else is doing. Have my own views and do what I actually believe in, even if it means staying aloof from a large portion of people I know. Kind of like a new year resolution. Stay different, and do what you actually believe in rather than doing what your friends, or people around you want you to do.
I thought I had succedded in doing the same, untill life decided to hit back. Early morning ( by my standards .. IST 11:30 AM ), 15th January and life has never been the same since. At first I was frantic at this sudden change of events until I realised that I had to be the stronger person here. I tried it, but what use is it. Life had decided to screw me up and it’s mind was pretty much made up on making me pay for trying to be different. At first I was the counsellor, and now i need counselling.
At first I was the person who thought that everything will be alright, and now I need the assurance time and again. It just happens that when someone is so close to you, her life is no longer just HER life. It becomes a part of your’s. Everything that happens to her, you just can’t let it happen and think that someday everything will be allright. It’s a kind of helplessness that I feel at not being able to be there in person to comfort her at her darkest hour. May be it’s me who needs the comfort now. And at the back of the mind I feel morally responsible for all that is happening, because if it was’nt for me, something like this would never have happened.
I still sing along with all my friends, I still go the parties that my friends throw, I still read P.G. Wodehouse at night before I go to sleep, everything is the same, but why is it that a part of me that says that nothing is the same. And it never will be the same again? Why can’t I be like the guy who gets all he wants in life, why can’t I be the common man ??

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Meri Kahani .. OST from STOP

Ever heard a song that speaks to YOU, about YOU, is YOU, and conveys everything that YOU want to say ? Well, I heard one last night ..

Meri Kahani Mera Kissa ho tum
Meri Kahani Mera Kissa ho tum

Tumhe kaise bhula sakta hun
Kaise dil se mita sakta hun
Meri sason kaaaa .. hissa ho tum

Meri Kahani Mera Kissa ho tum
Meri Kahani Mera Kissa ho tum

Tumhe kaise bhula sakta hun
Kaise dil se mita sakta hun
Meri sason kaaaa .. hissa ho tum

Meri kahaniiii …

Since the Blog is already too big .. Click here for full text of the Lyrics ..

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TAship SUX

I had a pretty good experience last time when I was TA, and this time around it was a nightmare. We finished the exam copies correction NOW ( exams got over in Novemeber ). And now we are supposed to be the ones, who have to check the labtest, 2 mid sems, end sems and assignments ( 4 ). There are some 90 students in the course. It’s not at all easy to do it and then, I don’t understand why is it that all the correction work has to be done by the TAs. What are the Course Instructors there for ? In the first place I did’nt want to be the TA for M. Techs and certainly not if Lalitha was course instructor. But then, greed is a VERY VERY bad thing. 3000 per month is just not worth the troubles of being a TA under Lalitha.
I guess the feedback she would be giving to the faculty would make sure that I am not the TA ever again. But that is not the problem, considering that I would be in the institute for just another 4 months and have’nt applied for any more TAships.
Aneway I guess everything is over now. Only one more thing left to do. I have to total the marks on the mid term answer scripts that we corrected ( she could have done this, atleast ?? ). That should finish it off.

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Shimla Trip

I have no definite words to describe the vacations. It was pretty much like the usual vacations, except that it was a lot more fun, lot more sleep, and basically lot more vacation like than what just plain simple “vacations” sounds like.

He he he .. I am getting good at writing BC ..

Ok .. Serious Stuff. Shimla Trip was GREAT. We all thought that we would be having fun in Shimla, but seriously, fun was never funnier than what it was in Shimla. I was a little paranoid in the start. In case you don’t know me well enough, I am scared of heights. Well Now I can proudly say that I USED TO be scared of heights. We started off with a little adventure on the ropeways. And that’s when it hit me. How can something so beautiful be scary. And that’s when I began enjoying myself. On the way up, I was having a hard time looking down, but when I did, I guess I saw heaven. It was SOOO beautiful. And then, everything seemed just right. We had lots of fun on the ropeways ( much to my and the guide’s discomfort .. he told us tht if we kept jumping on the trolly it may fall down ). Journey back ( downwards ) was much better. Seemed safer .. don’t know why.

View from the Trolley ( The Heaven I talked about )

After that we went to Nauni, to Upasana’s college. Nothing much to write about there. Had lunch, met her, and then left. She had exams going on, so Sunil could not stay with her ;). Aneway we went to Shimla after that. Reached Shimla sometime late in the evening, was too late for anything and we were all really tired after the long journey. But Still, after checking in, we went for a trip to Mall Road. I bought a locket for myself. Went for Swades late in the night. Was ok ok . I did’nt like it very much but Gayatri joshi was GREAT. She seems like the perfect dream woman. Had dinner and then left in the morning for a trip around Shimla. Saw a few nice places. Went to a few temples. And then left for Darouti ( Sunil’s Village ). It was another 3 to 3.5 k feet above Shimla. I guess that makes it clear how cold it was up there. Half the guys were already down with fever and cold. But still, the fun never stopped. I guess the best part of the trip was in Sunil’s Village. It was a great place. Allthough it was cold outside, we did’nt feel much inside the house. And the room, in which we stayed was about the size of a big trolley back. It all seemed like a dream place.

Sunil’s Place

Next day we went for Trekking. The road leading to the point where we were supposed to start the trekking provided enough adventures for us to remember all through our lives. It was a car journey, and at points there was’nt enough width to allow anything more than the car to pass through, and this was just the starting. After about half way up, it was almost impossible for the car to go forward. The drivers did great work, but then, human efforts has it’s limits. Even they gave up and we decided to walk the rest of the way up. It was’nt much fun walking the mud road ( the problem was .. we had to go UP ). But things got better the first time we saw snow. We spent about 15 minutes admiring the beauty of the place, and had no idea that if we kept walking, better things waited for us. We kept walking for another half an hour and reached a temple. This was the place, where we were supposed to start our trekking from. The great thing about this seemingly small temple was that it was in the middle of a small “kund”. The water flowed into it continuously, we were told, from Ganga, and then it froze. We all went into the temple one by one, and as luck would have it, I injured myself ( ok .. a small injury ). We did’nt had our shoes on, and I kicked the stairs by mistake. Started bleeding and then tied a hankerchief around it. Others had loads of fun at that place. Some of them walked on the ice. I was seriously scared when Parivesh tried it. But it seems the ice was pretty thick ( it did crack a little though, Pankaj tells me ).

The Temple

We started the trekking, but the hankerchief transformed me into BIGFOOT, and now my shoes were too tight. I could’nt walk much coz the hankerchielf keppt rubbing the cut again and again when I walked. Had to give up, after walking for about half hour. Few others gave up too, everyone was tooo tired aneway. But 5, 6 guys made it to the top of the mountain. Must have been a great feeling.
Aneway returning early has it’s advantages. On the base camp ( that’s what we called the point where the cars were parked ), the drivers lit up a small fire. It was soooo cold by then, that we did’nt come out of the car for half an hour. It was all so silent that you could almost hear the wind blow. It sounded like a huge army of barabrians about to attack a small village, and as it passed through you, you would almost feel that it’s carrying you with it. I know I am making it sound harsh and scary , but it was rather beautiful.

WallPaper Material

The next day, since we did’nt have much to do, we thought it would be better to go back to shimla and spend another day there. Money was a “small” problem with this plan 😉 , but Parivesh arranged for our stay at the Govt Guest House in Shimla. No Lodging fee and no bills for the dinner. GREAT, is’nt it. The rooms were much much better this time, though the food was’nt that great. After that night, the next day we had to start the trip back home. I somehow had the feeling that I had gained weight and when I finally did take my weight at Kalka Station, much to my surprise I had gained about 5 kgs. YIPPPIE … SHIMLA ROX.
After Shimla, we spent a few hours in Chandigarh. Went to Rock Garden and I nicknamed it as “The Nek chand Garden of Crap”. Everything you see there, is crap. But Crap was put to good use. My only problem with the whole setup, was why the hell did they put the toilet pots on the walls. I did’nt touch even a single one ;). The crazy mirrors were great. We had a few of these in Gorakhpur. Reminded me of that time. The swings in the centre lounge were HUGE. And the girls on them seemed to be defying all the laws of physics that I had learnt in my adult life. How can someone go up SOOOOO much and land back safely. They should probably be appearing on Ripley’s.
My return journey was supposed to start from Kalka station, at night on 22nd. Vidit and I spent 2 and half lonely hours on the kalka station. We talked about the Shimla trip and how much fun it was. And at the back of our minds we both realised and knew it pretty well, that such things happen once in a life time. Probably this would be the last time so many of us had a huge get together. Probably I would never be meeting most of these people six months after now, but I am pretty sure that the memories of this trip would stay with me forever.

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