I Quit

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This is a suicide note which has been written by me on behalf of Arka, the numb imaginary character of a drama for my college fest. Any resemblance to the life of any living or dead or imaginary filmy character is purely co-incidental. This is the first and the longest draft of the note and had undergone a lot of editing before it was finally used.

I don’t know who you are but thanks for opening this note and for your interest to know the reason behind my death.

For me, life was like a one-act play which forced me to adhere to an unalterable script by my parents and limited me to only one performance on stage – performing in my exams. Nothing else was important to them.

Since birth, due to no fault of mine, I appear to have a low IQ and thus failure to perform in exams was not new. Scolding and thrashing at home especially on the days of report cards was a common affair. My elder brother became their ideal child and they forced me to make him my idol. He was a nerd and I had never seen him at the sports events. All day and night he used to be in his study.

Of late the thrashings and torture meted out to me in my home became unbearable. This was because no good school was offering me science after my class 10 results. My dad took it as an insult. The only thing that they wanted was marks. My medals in sports and performance at the local football club were of no value to them.

Last week it went to a new level, when he burnt my certificates for the athletics and strongly insulted my love for sports. Dad, to you sports means simply wastage of time. I know, but not everyone thinks like you and you can’t force me to think like you. Dad, I was good in sports. So what if I won’t be a doctor one day? I can earn more as a footballer. I tried to bring this up whenever I found you in a good mood, but it just used to spoil your mood. If you really had so much interest for studies, why are you a business man? You could have become a scientist. Why do you want me to fulfil your dream? I am your son, not your slave. I tried to explain this to you many times, but your ears are deaf.

I would be missing my home and my brother. I love you bro. Fulfil dad’s dream and become a scientist someday. I know you can, that’s why I am telling you. Keep our parents happy and happiness will run after you. I tried, but I can’t fulfil my dad’s dream and become like you. So I will go away forever from you guys. No more fights at home and disturbances for your studies.

I did speak to Priya. I told her about my problems, she asked me to fight on and she will always be with all my decisions. I know you didn’t mean this. My dear, I’m sorry. I could not keep your promise. I know how you are feeling right now. But I had no option. Studies were killing me. Your thoughts helped me, but the pressure my parents were putting up was much more than your love. Priya, I am sorry. Move on in life, and may you find all the happiness the world has to offer. I loved you truly, but dad also did not like me loving you more than studies.

The club football games were awesome. I would miss them the most. It was the only thing that kept me from taking this step, but now I feel I have lost the war with my dad. He has forced me to take this step.

Suman, I know you will rock one day. You were my best friend. Lead the team well and the district football trophy would be ours this time. I know you have the capability and we will surely win.

A wise man once said “We all get two lives - the one we learn with and the other we live with after that”. I had thought for a while after reading his words on the internet. Then I thought when will this second life of mine come when I can follow my heart and enjoy? When will I be free from the bondage of my parents? But when I will grow up, I won’t be able to love the things I want to love. I won’t have the age to play the games. I will be more mature then.

My world’s dark. The curtains of my drama won’t ever rise up after this.

I know I didn’t have the courage to go and follow my heart and run away from my home. I needed support. I would never choose to exist in a way which others want me to…

I repeat, these incidents have got no similarity with my life or any of my friend's life…

Hey First Year, Come Here.

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That is the last thing a fresher wants to hear from a group of seniors waiting like hungry wolves for their prey, with an attractive and friendly smile to lure that new super cool fresher with overflowing attitude.

The first day of college; you think of all the freedom your heart desired. From holding the hand of a beautiful girl and standing and rising on the escalator of that new city mall to hanging around with the new group of friends you will make in college. You come there with a lot of expectations. The ever addictive common room and the most boring lectures of that old professor you hate. Your good friend giving proxies to keep your attendance good and you kicking the ball for the best goal of the tournament; late night chats in the hostel and the "you are too late, get out" words of that strict professor who starts the day.

But after dreaming for some time your throat gets dry with the thought of "ragging" famous in common rooms, canteens, parks, hostels of colleges, and especially engineering and medical colleges. You think about reconsidering your decision and then think of how easily you will get that dream job once you pass engineering. Finally you are in the first year and the college authority welcomes you warmly but the seniors are angry and you are purely unwelcomed by them.

Here are my experiences as a fresher. I will never forget how my college life started.

First Day First Show:

My seniors escorted me and I entered my college classroom for the first time. It was a new thing. A life I always dreamt of. The class settled down. Instead of a teacher, we had some seniors sitting on the teacher's table.

I immediately thought of dating that girl on the teacher's table, but all those thoughts were very short lived, thanks to the ferocious eyes and the fake smile of the two senior boys beside her. We had been given food packets and were supposed to have them in that room after a session of inspirational and over boring lectures on life. The tension and fear of ragging and humiliation was so much that the guys did not even have the guts to open the food packets. The senior who everyone at first sight would consider to be a rude turned out to be very polite and at the next moment, almost begged us to start eating, "This does not suffice for lunch, but you will have be satisfied with this. Try adjusting yourself to your new college". I looked at my packet, it was half over. I was not being able to only smell the food and not eat it.

Next, the fresher's sat like remote controlled robots, waiting for their senior to pass on the next order they are supposed to follow. On one side I was there wanting to explore the new building and college. And the others, they wanted to get out of the college as soon as possible, to escape ragging. I was not much afraid, as by looking at the seniors you can say, they are experienced in solving problems and answering questions then questioning someone. Also most were not bothered to rag us. All they said was to follow the seniors and do whatever they tell you to escape ragging.

Out of curiosity and not being able to sit any longer I walked up to them to ask for the restroom. When one senior escorted me there, a chain of guys followed. Can you imagine people sitting with empty food packets waiting for the next instruction of the seniors' weather to eat that like a cow or throw it or preserve it in their bag?

Now it started, one guy announced that they had a wish of implementing a dress code for their new brothers and (umm no not sisters). I guess the thing that they had in mind was either to make us look old fashioned or make it tougher for us to impress the girls wearing formals with no leather belts and watches. It was kind of weird without the belt, and also because we were college students and not some manager of a bank. The girls had to wear the traditional salwar-kameez which made us forget the meaning of lust in minutes. We were also asked to visit the canteen at our own risk due to the ragging prevalent amongst the guys there. (Later on when I turned up, they did not rag me, because they did not know what to do when a junior does not follow their rule of staying away from the canteen)

There was not much interaction with the seniors after that on that day. The day ended pretty fine with the main form of ragging being the dress code and if you don't follow it, you will be ragged. Actually the ones who dared not to follow were not ragged as the seniors had no idea what to do with those out-law. They themselves had always followed their then seniors and were never out lawed by them.

The First Week of College

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From a kid to an adult. From seeing U/A movies to officially (!) viewing A movies. Time comes for everything. In life, if you don’t happen to be suffering from mental diseases or have died early or have committed suicide, you will have the time to enjoy every pleasure, every pain, the entire world’s happiness and sadness.

So time came for me to put a full stop to school and write a new chapter with a new pen: College. After a hell lot of brainwashing and hard decisions about my future, I chose my college. But I did not take into account weather I would be blessed with a girlfriend who looked like the moon (Well it’s proverbial).

My first day was the precursor of how boring lectures can be in college, as we were subjected to hours of lectures by some prominent inspirational personalities who can only motivate others. That was our induction programme and the management welcoming us, but I slept through half of the lectures. Imagine a teacher asking you to dream as big as an Industrialist… Why did the teacher not dream like that? They know how mobiles work, and being in the communication department, I would be taught in the next four years how it really works. They have managers who are no match for even IIM graduates (as they boosted). Yet they could not open a company like Nokia to compete in the market.

Within hours of getting inside a classroom, I decided to choose some girl in my class to ogle at. At least in that way I would have something to think while all the boring lectures were on.

It was difficult to know the names of all the shy girls of our class since most were a member of the mute creatures club of the class, who opened there mouth only to mark their attendance, as if the air would erode their teeth. It was not that they didn’t know any answer but they would simply decline to express their views. I, by nature did not belong to that club and would open my mouth to talk non-sense to my neighbour when the teacher turned back and occasionally when in mood, participate in the complex process of discussing and solving the questions thrown by the lecturers. The best thing about standing up and answering a question in class is that you get the girl you like (and the girls you don’t) to at least have a look at you and stare officially for the time you are giving an answer.

Though the college is a co-educational one, there seemed to be a virtual wall present between the girls and the boys. Just like the public buses have seats specially meant for the weaker sex, the front two benches got reserved for the girls and the nerds from the very first day. No I don’t mean that the girls and nerds sat together. There were spaces as big as football fields between them.

The next bench is usually occupied by the Romeos of the class. These guys are the ones who will pass remarks and give a running commentary and make funny sounds only to entertain the girls and tried their best to start a conversation with the girls. The most priced seat was just beside this Romeo. If you seat there you will enjoy the Romeo trying his best to flirt with the Juliet, but failing miserably.

The boy girl ratio was exceptionally large and I thought that the colleges should have a quota for the girls. Sadly in our class of about 55 or 58 students only 9 were girls. With no girl capable of modelling, you have to eye the best looking girl and competing with every one and making her your girlfriend is a tough thing to do, until and unless you have a six pack or can play the bass guitar or use Axe deodorants. I have doubts about the proven use of the last method though. The same thing was there in the other years as well. So the seniors had their way of making sure that the girls stay fresh for them and are not rotten by the glances of her batch mates.

They decided to make a rule and make everyone follow it. If not followed that would mean gross disrespect of the seniors and only your most friendly gangster can help you out of ragging in their hands. The rule was that the girls were supposed to wear traditional clothes like the salwar-kameez. That would automatically take away the lustful stares of the new batch mates who were either single in school or from boys’ school. So basically falling in love or lusting or having some real crush was a distant thing meant only after the “fresher’s”, where the new college guys are welcomed by their seniors. The management tough welcomed us long ago but we were all unwelcomed inside the campus ruled by the seniors.

Rewind...

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My college started a week back and I was plunged into a hectic schedule. For the first few days the college hours were long with the "Orientation" program and some performances by senior students welcoming the freshers.


Today it was over a bit early and while on my way back home I passed in front of my school though while in a bus. It felt strange to see the juniors passing by the street. No one got into my bus. I stared at them hoping to make an eye contact. But all luck. I seem to have become an alien to the school with the start of college. Seems like I got isolated. No more school uniform. No more strangers asking me 'where is your school' or curiously seeing the monogram on my shirt. I became a stranger to this world. I lost an identity.


When I saw a guy waiting for his bus with a school ID card I felt like they are privileged to be still a part of my institution. I was no more one of them.


I had lost a recognition. Who would say that just a year back I used to walk on those streets in front of my school with my best buddies? My friends also disappeared as time passed. Everyone has either gone or will go to somewhere for some professional degree and compete to become successful in life. Even I am doing so.


A kid in the uniform was there. From his dress it was clear that he either had a fierce fight in the last period or had a great game of basketball or something in the games period. Comparing to myself I thought that how lazy I have become and how energetic they are. There was a time I use to run through the fields in my school or just play some silly "chor, police". Those used to be our favorite game. Who can imagine running after that friend all across the benches and jumping around. Nothing mattered except the strict glance of the teacher-in-charge or Vice Principal or Principal.
But now in college no one comes roaming to see what we are doing. But we also don't run on the benches given the freedom. The library of the school used to be one of the least visited places. But now the college library will become the second classroom.


The difference between the first year of college and the last year of school is also too much. In the last year, things like bunking classes or having some snacks when a sir is sweating out to write on the board or funny and adolescent back bencher comments to tease friends or to irritate teachers was a common thing. If people were asked to go out for not bringing a particular heavy maths book, we would go out even if we had the book. This happened in college and with a calculator this time... It took 10 mins for the professor to turn the culprits out and deny them of their attendance. People don't have private tuitions and they attend the class like making prayers to Jesus, err the lecturer. The labs are for hours and ultra-boring. No one is interested in making some fun stuff or some little mischief.


How can I forget my first crush?
And to see her the corridor rush....
Childhood love stories and sweethearts have a gloss of its own. Its always fresh. My first proposal in class 4 and my first rejection..... Well college is different. I tried to find my soul's calling in my class. Left it to see. But my soul closed his eyes and said to me "No one can replace your childhood sweetheart and rule me". I wore a special film on my spectacle to find some friend. The film suicided and said to me "This is not school, stop finding friends".....


College life is different. And sadly I have to change my timetable and write college in place of my school..!!!

Transition

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The past few weeks had been very tiring, and so I was unable to write in my blog. I had been over burdened with the work of making some tough decisions which will decide my altitude in the future. So my attitude had to be right at this time or I would have to live in a damn world of my own for my entire life.

I have graduated from school to college and so I will now be moving to a whole new world with a brand new bunch of friends and also opening a new diary to write new memories made in college.

Adding to this stress was the depression of losing friends. My close friends and classmates were either not in the city or planning to migrate or slowly disconnecting. But some of had also arranged for a last house party before a long period of separation. Whatever, the thoughts that stormed in my mind was how tough it would get keep in touch with my pals. From Hyderabad to Bangalore to Kerala to Rajasthan to Orissa, some one or the other had gone or is planning to leave. After years of close contact, for the first time we would be separated. These thoughts depressed me.

So I had packed myself up in a shell with no contact with the blogosphere. The Indian Monsoon had also hit hard, and there had been some lightning storms too. When I thought of my school, my brain recounted how I have walked the long road behind to come to this place and that the road continues. If I choose the right turning points, I might reach some port; from where I can get to the Treasure Island (earn some bucks at last). If I take the wrong way, I might just get lost in life’s maze.

Well can’t write more in this come back post as of now. If the pressure in college is not more than I can handle I will write more in my blog, else the frequency might decrease. But let’s hope for the best.

The Cartoon in my Life...

Possibility of any similarity with your life can't be ruled out. But still it is purely co-incidental and un-intentional and has got no relation with anyone living or dead.

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Karan and Ananya…

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Dreaming of Life

It was not until I was seventeen I realised that I would not be able to pursue my dream but in fact change my dream and fight harder for it to come true. I understood that in some places it would be easy and in some places it would be very tough.

I wanted to become something which did not require any educational qualifications but I improved in studies when in school. But after improvement people around me started expecting more from me. They wanted to see me higher than I could possibly reach. True, some were hypocritical and used to speak too much. Some said I deserve to go to places where most people only dream of going. I started considering myself privileged. But from my childhood I did not have much interest in going to those places. What I had interest in was not easy to achieve, but I would have enjoyed the process learning how to get there. A friend of mine decided to go there but due to my grades I am supposed to go somewhere else which I might like but not love. And if I think of following my dream, my family would consider me mad and people around me would consider me a liar and think my school grades to be lies.

Once I had thought of pursuing what I want after my +2 but now seems like I would complete graduation first. And after that my passion for my dream might be long gone.

I know I am not the only one facing this scenario, there are plenty like me.

Recently I came across a 16 year old boy in Wikipedia who already has two successful music albums released. He might have made his dream come true. In India things are different. Music composers are few and playback singers are more. In fact more Bollywood music comes from soundtracks. No aspiring artist from India has been able to achieve anything near this at the age of 16. They all complete their studies, sometimes miserable and then they go for it. But for people who have done well in exams and passed off with a good percentage, many of them do not get to follow their dreams but study and become respectable engineers or doctors.

Voice - May 19th 2010

It is entirely true that when I grew up I only went to a drawing school for a couple of months but, then left it because of many reasons. I don’t know whether I have an interest in drawing or painting or not, but my parents did sent me to a drawing class to learn drawing when I was a child. My teacher there who was a gf – I mean his age was like a grandfather. (C’mon gf not only means girlfriend)
Recently I was drawing in my laptop and I drew something which I decided to put up here.

This photo or rather computer art is about a landscape with mountains at night. It is near the poles so you can see auroras.
But this picture represents exactly my mind. It’s like I am all alone on a ship sailing through and far away there are mountains which are like the exam results, which I am expecting shortly, and after that there seems to be little light. The sea fades into the dark mountains just like the outer world presently appears dark to me. I am lonely and lost in the sea and searching for a land and have hopes that there is land, but don’t know how the land will turn out to be.
Till the last academical year, I was in school, but now I know I will be able to make it into a college but the type of college and all are unknown just like the dark mountains. The reflection of the great minds in the college who draws me towards it is the reflection of the auroras.
As of now, I can simply hope to reach the shore and hope that the light near the mountains would be good enough for no evil.

Potato Battery

What is this?
This is a way to generate electricity by using a potato.... Yes you read correctly... A Potato...!!
Here are the details:

What do I need?...

• One large Potato.
• A strip of Zinc. (A galvanized material will do too. Rough GI wires will also do)
• A piece of thick copper wire.
• A Multimeter / Voltmeter to measure the voltage.

The basic experiment is based on the principle that potato and many fruits and vegetables work as potential batteries!

For the zinc electrode, a large galvanized nail works well. Nails with a thick, rough zinc texture are preferable to galvanized nails that are smooth.

What Should I do?

Push both the nail and the wire deep into the potato. Measure voltage output by the potato battery with a voltmeter. Now, wasn't that easy?

Seriously, though, experiment with different metals, electrode depths, and electrode spacings to obtain the greatest voltage possible from the potato. Try other vegetables or fruits and compare voltage output with the same electrode metals.

It can be difficult to power a load with a single "potato" battery, so don't expect to light up an incandescent lamp or power a hobby motor or do anything like that. Even if the voltage output is adequate, a potato battery has a fairly high internal resistance which causes its voltage to "sag" badly under even a light load. With multiple potato batteries connected in series, parallel, or series-parallel arrangement, though, it is possible to obtain enough voltage and current capacity to power a small load.

I need an Illustration, please...

Replaying Games

Due to the extraordinary and unique system of education in India, when I came to class 11, in school, which was just 2 years back, I was forced to retire from my usual self and become a ‘good’ boy to do better in studies, and subsequently hope to do better in life. Well I had a passion towards playing computer games in my ideal time, when I no other application used to interest me in front of the computer.

This used to happen twice or thrice in a week if I did not have school and less that once a week if I had school. But I did used to collect computer games a lot and also had a nice collection of games to choose from when I wished to play. But due to studies I had to give up this passion and temporarily retire from the gaming world. I was then fully unaware of the titles releasing and what antipiracy checks was becoming the trend, what all pirated DVDs are available and so on and so forth.

As a student your pocket money is far less than the minimum price of a good game that you can play. So piracy is the only way. Yeah I did try to find out the prices of the original games just to get a shock and think of a time when I will have a job, earn well and buy these. But in those times these would appear as wastage of time and money. True, when you have the time to play games, you don’t have the money, when you know that you will get the money, you don’t have the time and passion for it.

But you have everything in this world. Go to a game parlour, buy these titles costing just a few bucks and you are done.

Now I am again into gaming but I am only my favourite title. I got it from a friend and now after 2 years of no game, I am experiencing one of the best games. It is true that things have changed a lot. Earlier the graphics was okay, I liked it, now I can’t help falling in love with it. Technology is running and developing faster than our thoughts. And the detailing in the game has also increased. Earlier you could hardly think of using a mobile or GPS in a game, now that usual. I was just amazed at the level gaming has been taken. Yes these games are resource intensive and require a lot of memory and other resources, but at the same time it provides a lot of entertainment, much more than you have expected.

After playing GTA IV, I can think of only one thing, what else would be coming up next. To what level will they take the next version to? GTA truly deserves to be the best game, but for more comparison I need to play other titles as well. But again time is a factor.

After playing GTA IV, you can’t wish to play any other game. It’s just lovely. It’s mesmerising.

The Endless Wait

‘Antaheen’, that’s the Bengali word meaning to say ‘the endless wait’. A film goes by that name, released in 2009, and got many prestigious awards.

There are people who remain bachelors or spinsters all their life. Is it that they have not been attracted to someone or that no one has been attracted to them? Some times the answer is different and sometimes there is no answer. Sometimes people want a perfect person with an ideal relationship. Now there is only one Kiran Rao for Aamir Khan, the perfectionist. Sometimes they find that perfect person for them, but soon lose them in mishaps. Sometimes the situations force them to stop finding that someone and be happy with what they have got, even though they have nothing which can compensate the loneliness of not having a partner.

People need a job to do survive in this hectic city. When you start staying in this city, you have to get yourself adjusted and suited to the surroundings first, if you are successful you will continue to search for and wait (sometimes endlessly) for that someone, and if you are lucky enough, you may find that someone who was also lucky enough and was searching for you and found you. That’s life for most people who think they think a lot and understand a lot, understand true love and only want to spend their lives with that true lover.

And those who think they understand love even more than that, they have another feature common to most men. Their number of ex-girl friends is more than the number of 1000 rupees notes they earn a month or sometimes not earn anything a month. And yes the number of condoms they have brought is real life is way more than the number of books they ever purchased.

Most of my friends, who are single, think that waiting endlessly will help them finding true love. Their mind says, “Don’t take a decision in the hurry, your dream man or woman will surely come to you (tonight only in your lovely dream).” And there is another category of men who dream a lot during the day and lives their dream also during the day but not the real world. They have the virtual world of the internet. There they go on drinking around (again virtually) with a host of girls. Actually the looks of the actor who is in your profile picture matters more than your own looks.

Who says that today’s generation is impatient? You have so many people searching endlessly for the match maker.

Now if you are one of these super patient people, then I have one little advice for you. Since you have read till here with your amazing patience, which now I admire a lot, please read the other posts in this blog (notes in case you are reading in Facebook) and yeah, also write a short comment in the comments section. Aaaahhh again thinking of going to some other page!! Aren’t you that patient person to wait endlessly? Now agree to it that you are eagerly waiting for your true love to come your way.

50 Things to do in the Elevator

I found this list while surfing the web. Thought of sharing with everyone.... Read on...

1. When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.

2. Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.

3. Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.

4. Call the Psychic Hot-line from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor your on.

5. Hold the doors open and say your waiting for a friend. After a while, let the doors close, and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"

6. Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then scream, "That's mine!"

7. Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.

8. Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, ask if they have an appointment.

9. Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.

10. Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking.

11. Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.

12. Ask, "Did you feel that?"

13. Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.

14. When the doors close, announce to the others, "It's okay, don't panic, they open again!"

15. Swat at flies that don't exist.

16. Tell people that you can see their aura.

17. Call out, "Group Hug!"and then enforce it.

18. Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, "Shut up, all of you, just shut up!"

19. Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?"

20. Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.

21. Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, "You're one of THEM!" and back away slowly.

22. Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers.

23. Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope.

24. Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.

25. Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce, "I have new socks on".

26. Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers, "This is MY personal space!"

27. Bring a plastic blow up doll and pretend it is your wife/girlfriend and say "Don't yell at me woman!" and throw her into the wall.

28. While going down in an elevator scream, "AAAAGGGGHHHH !!! WE'RE GONNA DIE!!!" for no apparent reason.

29. When the doors close after someone gets off whisper 'I love you' then blow kisses

30. At the highest floor, keep the door open, explaining that you've dropped a penny down the shaft, and you refuse to close the door, unless you hear it go "plink" at the bottom.

31. Press the emergency button while in between floors, and say your imaginary friend did it, then start screaming there's an emergency.

32. Standing in a corner of the elevator, with your face to the wall, moving left or right and quickly back and forth in front of you (around the pelvic area), making grunting noises.

33. Make sure you're making out with your lover when the door opens, then say, "Oops, how careless. You want in?"

34. Pretend you have to pee and hop around the elevator with one hand between your pants.

35. When you leave the elevator yell "Damn thing keeps shaking!"

36. Pretend to pick your nose in front of everybody and then press all the buttons.

37. Take pictures of people and tell them its for a new porn magazine.

38. Play fast-draw-pistol cowboy with your hands and shoot at the people.

39. Press door close when someones walking in.

40. Put post its on each elevator reading "OUT OF ORDER" and put a post it on the door to the stairs reading "WET PAINT".

41. Wait until the elevator gets really crowded. Then make your hand into a gun shape, hold it up in front of you and start singing or humming the "Mission Impossible Theme".

42. Face the opposite direction when the doors open. Then get angry and say they are broken.

43. Bring one of those gigantic boom boxes and start free style rapping and challenge everyone who gets on to a rap battle.

44. Take out a bag filled with crushed up leafs and try to sell them "the good stuff".

45. Take your shoes off and put them in a corner. Put your kneecaps in the holes of the shoes, so your legs are balanced against the wall (but behind you, so you look really tiny). Have a person come in, ask them for the top floor, and comment on how nice their ankles look.

46. Greet everyone with a warm handshake and ask them to call you Admiral.

47. Stand in the back when it is really crowded then groan and say "Damn motion sickness".

48. When you get to your floor attempt to pull open the doors, then act embarrassed when they open on their own.

49. Announce your plans to commit suicide to everyone that walks in to the elevator and how you want to take down as many people as you can before you do it.

50. When somebody pushes a button, say in a little voice "Don't touch me there!"

My New Blog

I barely started blogging two months ago as a way to give my mind some relief in between exams. And when my exams are still not over, I start another new Blog, fully dedicated to my passions for photography.

Though for long photography was my hidden passion, recently I started collecting the most amazing and beautiful moments ever published. And then a thought came to my mind that I can share these memorable moments with the world. Because I have made a resolution to publish many photographs so I decided to keep it separate from my personal blog.

And the result of all this is Click a Story. So go check out the blog and some of the photographs that I have put up and will be putting up from time to time. And yes do give me comments on how my new blog is looking and ways of improving. And yes if you want to share a photograph in the blog, that's possible. Just visit the Feature Here page of my blog.

One of the recent additions to my new blog.

A Few Go(o)d Men

They say, “Behind every dark cloud there is a silver lining”. In India in reality, it’s just the opposite, “Behind every silver lining there is a dark cloud” or in other words, “After every bright morning there is a dark night”. I say, “What’s the difference?”

Everything in this world is balanced and requires symmetry. Look at yourself; considering you aren’t a physically disabled person, you have 2 hands, 2 legs, 2 eyes, 2 ears. So in other words you are symmetrical. Even the balance your vegetable grocer uses to weigh vegetables is symmetrical (am talking about the traditional ones, not the modern electronically operated ones).

Similarly for being good in doing bad work requires you to be bad in doing good work as well. For example, in India we have the God men who appear to be doing good work, but are bad in it and so end up getting caught doing bad work.

Going by the recent developments, we have the guy called Swami Nithyananda, who has gained a lot of popularity. He is in fact even shrewder than a businessman. If he needs a palace to live in, he would ask a hugely popular film star or a politician to donate money to create it in the name of God and an Ashram for the poor. Yet after this I did spot beggars at a stone’s throw from ashrams all over India. Strange!!

When a very popular film star or a politician donates for an ashram or even comes to these men for spiritual support and help, all that happens is the popularity of these God men increases exponentially. They even have mastered the art of magic, and they perform tricks to bring in more devotees, or followers (actually they are the ones who get fooled by their tricks) which appear to work miraculously.

A businessman would work hard, make money by fooling people and then get to build a palace, but see the idea of these so called saints wildly misusing the name of God and Religion. The religion of Hindu is such that, in order to be eligible to become a religious captain the only requirement is to wear a saffron coloured cloth. And that’s it. With a few more tricks and superb acting (actually fooling) abilities, you can make devotees from all over the world and subsequently enjoy a religious superhero status. Although you will be able to keep personal assistants, live in AC rooms (ashrams) and also have personal bodyguards, you cannot drive a BMW or Mercedes even though you have the money to buy 10 of them, nor can you have a ‘fan’ or for that matter a devotee asking you for an autograph.

You can continue with a lot of underworld and illegal activities with no limitations. These include supporting terrorism or storing weapons and also running prostitution camps and sometimes you also enjoying nights with some of the top models and actresses in the country.

Well that’s a very nice way of making your empire and doing your work, but will you be rewarded in the end? Will be known as Swami Vivekananda in the end? Every men (or women) have their own faults, so can you, but that does not mean you will deceive people and use their money to support inhuman activities?

What I always believe in is “Prepare for the worst, but hope for the best”. Next time you talk to a new (or an old) God men, keep that in mind. He might be clean, but don’t take him to be clean just because you didn’t find anything unclean, he might have pasted the brightest feathers on his wings. Take him to be clean only if you find everything clean, everything and confirming that he has not stole those feathers.

Mutation...

2012... The world ends... But some of the treasures of the world need to be saved.. And some people get mutated in some hospitals to survive.... This is inspired from the movie Avatar... I got these pictures from a friend and is sharing... Hope you guys will like it, if you don't then see it again, you would like it in the second time I guess...!!!

Madonna...

Hugh Laurie

That's George W. Bush with Laura Bush...

Britney Spears

Bono

The Beatles

Russian President : Vladimir Putin

Rowan Atkinson (Better known as Mr. Bean)

Robert Pattinson

Megan Fox

Will Smith

That's all folks.. Hope to share with you all more photos when I get hold of them or do one myself....

Voice II - Today 25th of March...

“Same old shit, just another day”. Yes guys that the description of today when the horror movie of our lives continues.

I don’t want to convert this blog into my online diary, but still today is a sort of comeback day. I am posting after close to a month. And so am writing. My class 12 boards are going with lots of holidays sometimes amounting to 8 days. Well I understand that it’s too much. And every day after my exam I am saying this same word. And then again, my school life is ending, finally. One more day to go with an exam and after that we have a small farewell and that on such a day when some of my dearest friends have an exam.

Now that my first chapter is over, I can finally concentrate on the second one. I’m learning a lot at this time, but also trying my best not to forget anyone.

And I am so happy now that my room and my desk is finally becoming cleaner with most old books retiring after maintaining a very good health through the last year, as I didn’t use to touch some of my books. While some which I loved and were my favourites are still on my table and begging me say goodbye.

After this the only language is the language of ambition and competition. With my competitive exams coming up, I can sense that how tough I will have to be when to going gets tough, in order to go.

Yeah today my main exams are over, with only 2nd language (Bong) left, which will be tough as I am pretty much weak in it. Still like a true soldier I should fight till the end. I mean in trying to complete the syllabus, not cheating. What all are you guys thinking? We need to write 2-3 page answers and you can’t cheat there.
Hope to write more posts in the upcoming weeks if I find time (which I guess I will) in the midst of my Entrances.

God and Souls

Many people believe in God, and many don’t. Many believe in souls, many say evil spirits exist. No one knows what it is, but everyone has a belief. And it’s not easy that one changes his or her belief. Man created everything, he created this beautiful world and made it suitable for him to live, but they don’t praise themselves, they praise God. And man has created Science, which gives no explanation for God, even after years of research.

So what do you believe in? Some one created Science to figure out the world by proving everything. He did not assume or take anything for granted. He tried to explain whatever he saw and kept a note of that. And the person who created God, he explained everything and might have assumed something but he did not keep a note of it. Take for example, Darwin’s work on the evolution of life. That serves as the base of how life evolved. He might had competitors who also had offered an explanation. May be there were 20 people who thought about how life originated, but only 5 noted down their ideas and 4 of them gut buried, destroyed or were illegible. But that served as the base of many theories in Science. Does this mean that the thoughts of the other 19 people are meaningless?

Now think that there is some super power, someone who created everything, someone who triggered off time. That some one had once made something which developed by itself to become this Universe (again man gave this something the name of Universe). Quite interestingly there were some small things in a special part of this, which had greed in them, and wanted to figure out who this person was, and made many attempts and many failed. Later they developed Science which was dedicated in figuring out the nature. Yes there were another group of people who believed in the almighty. But they did not want to figure out everything. They knew that this super power was behind everything and they gave it the name of God. They did not give concrete reasons to what they said and so people believing in Science, their opponent, did not believe them. Science is all about reasoning, and without reason, nothing is accepted in Science. So to an extent Science is Limited Knowledge. This is because there are some things which have no reason, they need to be accepted.

Too much belief in God has led to the development of superstition, a stage where people believe in whatever they are told. This is something which developed due to co-incidence. We created Probability, and God created Luck. This is where we stand, if we can understand whatever is there to understand, and then there won’t be any God.

But have you ever wondered as to why the hell people worship? This was due to the unfair advantage that some people (the priests) took and instilled in the minds of the people the need to worship. Yes if you worship, you gain something, that’s because if you worship, you don’t look at your losses. If you wear a red string around your hand, it’s not going to affect how much you can remember for your exams. If meeting your love needed forwarding a certain SMS to 10 or 15 friends, then lovers would have never been separated. If keeping a flower (and that too old) could influence your pen, then no one would have failed in exams. If doing a pranaam while thinking how to kick the ass of your opponent, could defeat him, then none would have ever failed and everyday everyone would go to the mandir.

But what believing in God does help is that it makes you optimistic. You always think of the good probability to happen. So in one way it does influence your mind. But don’t believe that praying to God would save you in the exam. I used to pray a lot one time and used to just pass. I used to say “God is there with me to promote me”. But once upon a time, circumstances forced to change my view. I stopped believing in God or his help. Incredibly that was the first time when I gained success. I did everything myself.

Coming back to the topic, souls are said to be something inside us, which is a very selfish and comfort loving thing. Well I don’t exactly know what thing it is but I call it selfish, because when it finds that the organs of a body are not working up to its standards, it dumps it and moves on to another body (probably wearing a fast track eye gear and wristwatches – Move on man). And comfort loving, well if you are 95 years old, the soul is trying whatever it can to live its bearer, who carried it for so many days. That’s the character of souls, but the medical sciences have no explanation for this sort of an effect. Souls connect to another soul(s) to create another soul(s). This is how it goes on. No one has been able to see the past and say how really we and our souls came to existence, that’s why we think of seeing the future.

People believe in God and pray when their loved ones are in the hospital. This shows that people need support to stay, they either can’t trust the doctor in the hospital or they can’t trust the Medical Sciences. But will trusting in God also does not mean drinking what the priest gives you.

The priests are the ones who use the name God for their own selfish interests. They mould the mind of people, so that they can gain something. There are people who believe in God but do not even tell God to keep His eyes closed while committing a sin. They don’t need the help of God while cheating in the exams or cheating on his girlfriend or wife. But when it comes to good causes, they need help from the almighty. If every one thinks that God will be with them, then there won’t be any losers.

Life - A Chemical View...

Every process in this universe is controlled by the man made laws of thermodynamics. It’s studied in Chemistry and I being a considerably big fan of the subject thought about this new view. Very few might be reading after this because very few like chemistry as a subject or like my writings.

A chemical reaction has been taking place for centuries yet we are least bothered to study it. A certain group of individuals started calling this reaction as life and since then it has been known to be so. Here are some of the known facts.

Though the mean time taken to complete the reaction is 60-70 years, some quote it to be even more than 100 years though actually very few things are available as proof. It cannot be accelerated though it can be terminated according to the fate of the product. Sometimes these get terminated accidentally and some times not.

To start this reaction, the reactants needed are XX and XY genes in the form of egg and sperm. Usually a specific machine is needed to produce these ingredients and this machine is the thing formed as a product of previous ‘life’ reaction which is still to get completed.

The reaction starts between the sperm egg in the uterus walls. That’s a bit biological, I agree. The Activation energy needed to start this reaction is found in these walls. When the first phase of the reaction is complete, then the reactants can’t be spotted easily and the product is the only thing that can be seen.

Visible signs of the progress of this reaction include wrinkles on the face. With some new technology it has been possible to slow down this process and the wrinkles are reduced, but the total reaction time remains same.

The ΔG (Gibbs Free Energy) of the reaction is always negative. The reaction terminates at a point when the ΔG becomes positive. This might happen naturally or might be caused by certain means. Means of termination of this reaction include use of a certain type of chemical which are usually called poison. This poison is essentially an instant terminator as it changes the sign of ΔG almost instantly. By the use of de-poisonators, (also certain processes) the changes caused by the poisons can be reversed to certain extent. Another method of terminating this reaction has been discovered and is available as 4-inch long usually white pencil like substance, which is usually burnt slowly and the smoke taken in. Though this takes much long time, we find it to be enjoyable and people usually use this on a regular basis. Its action is just like any other catalyst which is used to increase the speed of the reaction. It’s been recently banned in public in my locality, but no one is bothered to impose the ban. Mortals call it cigarettes.

Other methods also exist but are trade secrets and are so not revealed here.

Cell

At first you can’t believe it, then you hate it, then you get used to it, then you can’t live without it. True, these are just the characters of the walls of the cell of a prisoner.

For committing a crime or trying and succeeding in taking revenge by murdering in a quite amateurish way, they serve a life sentence. Some get a death penalty and escape from living the life of a prisoner.

‘When they give you a life sentence, they simply take life from you’. You are all alone with a few others whom too the law has proved beyond doubt to be criminals. But according to them, they all are innocent. Maybe it’s true for some and ‘the lawyer fucked them’, as they claim. Being forced to follow strict rules and living with all guilty people, they develop a wish and try to break free and so becomes another jail-made criminal.

The innocent ones believing in God, ask him of their crime or why was the judgement of the judge so wrong. Some after being rehabilitated come out of prison. But they are too old to get a job or get used to the normal city life. After the stiff rehabilitation, they don’t have life in them to start life afresh. They come out to find a whole new world moving much faster than they could ever imagine. Their families have mostly disappeared in the air due to lack of income and their relatives aren’t ready to accept them and most even fail to recognize them. They can’t live without the walls of the prison then, they don’t have enough life in them to live life like a freeman and thus their better judgement suggests them to go near GOD.

Some come to prison by falling prey to the loop holes in law which only the lawyers use to get out the rich and lock up the poor. After being released they have nothing left in them to take revenge against the rich or even the lawyer.

Lawyers are the persons who play with law which was once made to protect everyone. As it turns out, the law is only successful in protecting the rich but is having a tough time protecting the poor.

Somewhere I have heard or read that every person is allowed to commit only 1 mistake, and then they are forgiven for it. Well 1 mistake leads to another, and to stop that we have these jails. Considering this some people commit there first crime in prison (by trying to break the prison) while others don’t try their hand in the second crime as they know they have already committed their first crime and forgiven and thus living in jail. Now there are some who are awarded for their mistakes and blessed to commit more mistakes. These are the lawyers. They are never punished. If a lawyer is to be judged after his retirement by all those he has sent to prison, he would surely spend his retired life with a number on him with those he has earlier chosen to.