Shine on you crazy diamond...

this is a WONDERFUL piece of work by a great friend of mine.. on the lines of an all time classic "shine on you crazy diamond" by his favorite band Pink Floyd.
It made my mind much much MUCH stronger... and came just in time when i needed it the most.. :).. thankz a ton!!

"Remember when you say goodbye, that it is just a break
shine on you crazy diamond
now is the time for you to leave, and it's just a kickoff
shine on you crazy diamond

you are out to conquer the world with your forte
amidst all the bedlam
come on you target for faraway laughter
Come on you friend, you supporter, you geek and shine

You don't know what's yet to come and what you'll turn
Shine on you crazy diamond
But one thing you know for sure, that you're gonna run
Shine on you crazy diamond
Now the train's leaving, the friends may be crying
but you don't turn around

Come on you rocker, the listener of classics
come on you painter, you writer, you champion and shine.....

Shine on you crazy diamond!"

:)

nostalgia strikes tad too early..

Change.change has perhaps been my best friend and at times my most formidable foe. Last 2 days in Pune, and fear of the unknown has already started gripping me in its tentacles, and with every passing minute its gripping me harder.It's excruciating, devastating but at the same time exciting and exhilarating, this whole feeling of uncertainity.

"There are things known, and there are things unknown, And in between are the Doors". While I am looking forward to break open the door and take a plunge into the unknown, the realm of familiarity is holding me back with its alluring power.

Of all the things that i am going to miss, i am going to miss being my kooky, reckless self. I am going to miss my freedom, being irresponsible and yet not having to pay for it, the protective cocoon of my mom and her unending calls when i used to be out for my late nights. I am going to miss my stubborn sister and her whines when i refused to let her use my computer.

And most of all i am going to miss a very FEW but WONDERFUL people whom i call friends.I will miss them beacuse they accepted me with my various idiosyncrasies and eccentricities and loved me for them.I could forget all my table manners, hog and burp WITH them and still feel great about doing so. I could be a lunatic, sarcastic and bitchy person when with them and yet feel loved. I will miss them beacuse they perhaps brought out the best in me knowingly or unknowingly. I will miss them because they have criticised me, ridiculed me and have had a hearty laugh at my expense and yet at those moments I have laughed with them. I will miss them beacuse they have been my life support system. I will miss them BEACUSE world seemed such a vibrant place just beacuse of their continous presence in my life.

"Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends."

aaargh i feel like listening to 'high hopes' on a continous loop now.. :)

In the fond memory of "Real Journalism"

While i was nonchalantly browsing the television, my mind was numbed by an inexplicable repulsion, a repulsion towards the numerous News channels who are best at sensationalizing the otherwise mundane happenings, by giving them a tag of "Breaking News". When for the first time you see this tag flashing on the screen your mind overflows with numerous thoughts, "Has USA bombed yet another so called "terrorist" country?", "Have the students won their battle against reservations?", "Do we have to see a hike in the interest rates yet again?", But unfortunately what you see is "AbhiAsh wedding will be held at 'Prateeksha' and the sangeet ceremony will be held at 'Jalsa'."Just for that one moment you feel like giving one hard slap to that exquisite looking "journalist".

Journalism always had a special place in my heart, I respected journalists and their work as much as i respected doctors, so much so that i aspired to be one. But just as the widely prevalent "cut-practice" amongst the doctors forced me to change my thoughts, this new trend of "Breaking News" is doing the same for my views on journalism. A journalist for me always was someone who by fighting all odds reaches to the heart of the situation and reports it in an UNBIASED and a neutral way, but what i see today on TV are a bunch of fawning sentimentalists, who with their morbid faces flagrantly display "blood and gore" at the site of a massacre in an attempt to woo the TRP ratings, a bunch of individuals who have forgotten their responsibility towards the society with shameless ease, a bunch of lewd pretenders who would strip themselves stark naked in the pretext of unveiling the widely prevalent "casting couch" in the world of showbiz.

By now if you think that its only the news channels who have besmirched the name of journalism, you'd be forced to think twice when you look at the leading newspaper in the country. "Liz-Arun's Big Fat Indian wedding", "Brangelina's Autorickshaw ride around the city", "Richard Gere kisses Shilpa Shetty" are what we can safely categorize as HEADLINES these days. Could someone please raise a hand and ask so as to "how a Big fat celebrity wedding can help bring down the inflation rate in the country?", or "How a Richard Gere kiss would help in spreading AIDS awareness?"

With the advent thousands of periodicals and News channels Journalism has turned into wat we can safely term as showbiz. It has more drama, melodrama, action and sentiments than the regular "saas bahu" sagas. A boy from pakistan undergoing a heart surgery in India would recieve more media footage than an Agra Summit.Love for drama and adventure is very human. But let journalism not take the lead to satiate this want for drama. Leave that to the Ekta kapoors and the Yash Chopras of the tinseltown.

Objectivity, transparency and accuracy, which have so long been the pillars of journalism are crumbling under the weight of pretence and deceit which seem to be the mantra for the new breed of journalists. Real Journalism is dying a slow and a gruesome death at the hands of a few glamour and TRP hungry individuals. It is raising an SOS signal, and its time for us to wake up and pull it out of the deadly clasps of materialistic and pretentious individuals who call themselves journalists.

Enfant-A gift divine....

Perhaps only a child can bring seamless happiness even before it enters the world...an epitome of purity and innocence, its smile can breathe life into a mind weighed down by anguish and distress.Its eyes reflect the opulence of love it has in store in its heart...its voice weaves a symphony that perhaps even mozart and beethoven could not compose..

I sometimes wonder why they say "as fearless as a lion" and not "as fearless as a child"..because even a lion is afraid..of fire..of its enemies in the wilderness..of man..but a child which is cuddled up in its mother's lap is the quintessence of fearlessness...it is not afraid of the world..perhaps because this world is a paradise for it..

No wonder they say "There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million"..

Inamorata..

She, like a spark of heavenly light scintillated through my dark nights of pain,
Her whisper sent a rush of sweet poison gushing through my veins,
My dreams, i saw were being realized through her clairvoyant eyes,
Oh why, couldn't I see her shameless guile behind that enigmatic disguise.

Her presence so divine,it made me burn with desire,
she flickered away jeering, while i fell prey to the deathly fire,
Quintessence of sensuality, she promised me the fantasies of paradise unknown,
But the only visions i have now, is of the primroses growing over my tombstone.

Sampada canteen-an epitome of perfection!!

No one..i repeat absolutely no one will relate to this blog as much as a fellow cumminsite will! Most of the uncles and aunties fondly remember their canteen as a get-away from the excruciatingly boring lectures, but i am sure most of the aunties whove studied in cummins would beg to differ on this front!

Sampada canteen-yet another maharshi karve stree shikshan sanstha initiative,was started to empower women. In the process of doing so the hopes of several famished, hungry and ravenous girls(pun NOT intended!) were reduced to ashes..their crime:hoping against hope!!A hope of getting a cup of morning chai BEFORE the lecture starts;a hope of seeing something new on the menu other than the usual poha,upma,khichdi,vada pav and patties; a hope of getting a vada pav w/o being told "vada pav ke liye paanch minute lagega!!"(5 minutes according to sampada standard time is anywhere between 30 to 45 minutes)!!

Situated in a small dungeon-like corner,with uniformed waitresses, this canteen is an epitome of perfection, perfection in maintaining standards.The food there tastes just as pathetic today as it used to on my very first visit to the sampada canteen!The waitresses wear the same sullen expressions on their faces everyday of their lives,the expressions of those who've undergone a torture at a nazi concentration-camp.Nothing ,absolutely nothing can blunt their genius for incompetency.As if their dull demeanour and dull grey aprons weren't enough to put us off, the canteen is stacked with colddrinks,biscuits and chips of third-grade local brands!!

Placing of an order sends shudders of annoyance tickling down the spines of our lovely waitresses, as if we've disturbed them while they were peacefully meditating in the state of absolute bliss!The look that they give sends your appetite down the drains, and even if u have a teenie meenie appetite left the 'orange colored' chinese served on plastic plates filmy with greasy residue will do the honours of ruining it for you!And if you havent been wearing that lucky stone of yours which Ganesha had asked you to on this sunday, you might just bump into the professor whose lecture you had bunked today!And hence if you think its one of the best hideouts after you've bunked you will be forced to think twice!!

So the next time you see a girl from cummins gripped with seizures of apprehension on the utterance of the word 'canteen', you know why!
All i would like to say is: Sampada canteen-Hate it, despise it,loathe it(loving it is IMPOSSIBLE),but you JUST CANT ignore it!

We Have Balls Inc.

MCP stands as an acronym for Microsoft certified Professional, Multi-chip package, Man w/o Chivalry & Politesse,Man with castrated penis etc.But the most famous and the celebrated full form of MCP is the Male Chauvinist pig.This Male chauvinist pig(MCP) is a member of a global Organisation 'WHB Inc.' which is an abbreviation for 'We Have Balls' and whose tagline says 'i'm such a vile man' which incidently is an anagram for 'Male chauvinism'.

The Male chauvinist movement can be dated back to the time of Adam and Eve, when Adam after making out with Eve, accused Eve of having tempted him into commiting one of the 7 deadly sins!And since then there has been no looking back.A male enters this movement as an amateur,who hits on an attractive woman and uses cheesy pick-up lines to woo her.After a few months of rigorous training he is promoted to the status of a Pro,where there is a co-existence of both love and hate for the fairer sex.And after years of training he is den promoted to the status of a Zealot where the hate for the opposite sex reaches the pinnacle.And hence it is found that 3 out of 4 zealots are gay and the remaining one is sexually inactive.

MCPs usually think that women are pathetic drivers as they cant abuse, and ask for directions when in doubt. They take pride in the fact that they can piss anywhere, anytime.A very few MCPs know the fact that nothing can blunt their genius for incompetency(quite a few cant do sumthing as simple as changing a bulb!) and hence invent jokes such as 'How many men does it take to change a light bulb? None. Let the wife cook in the dark.'

A recent survey has shown that the WHB Inc. has been facing severe losses since the phenomenon of metrosexomania came into existence.Looks like the metrosexuals, to attract young men came up with the tagline 'We have balls too'.The WHB Inc. since then has been strategizing to regain its lost glory!They beleive that till 'incompetent, thoughtless hounds' continue to exist WHB Inc. will continue to flourish!