Adversity on sale........ No more :

Excessively sobbing Dilip Kumar and the "one and all" rotulu (weepy : for my international fan following) characters of the antiquated K-serials doesnt strike the flimsy chord of its audience any more. Not that i have spent my puja vacs hopping door to door and taking
a survey of people's favotite TV show, but when change becomes evident theres no need of
evidence....

God knows that evry article of this blog has been written under the mood brought into
existence by uncanny adventures (read heart broken financially dwindling frustations)
and truly emotional useless-for-others lovesick mishaps. A new post in the blog means
the most depressing, demoralizing and ready-to-kill-the-next-seen-person phase of my life, since the last post. Butt the irony is that the one of the most grotesque comments on my blog are usually metaphrases of "veryy funny article.... :) :) ......keep it up" ;

I read the post again and then once more to get that funny part of it.... and i laugh my lungs out only when i have reached the comments block again. I mean i know, that this blog is not even as renowned as mimoh chakarborty would be in the Beverly Hills and neither would it be any close to the fame of Harman Baweja by 2050 and thats why, my discussion on highly sensitive issues like comments* shd not to be taken as an attempt to increase the TRP of this web-space.
*talking on comments inside blogs are as sensitive as talking of sex to your girl on the 1st date OR talking of sensex to a broker who has already got 2 cardiac arrests.

I mean I dont get, how people always manage to see the most conspicuous of thing but not the straightforward crux. They would see the clear white shell of an egg but not the yolk inside it, the cleavage of a sexy girl inside the dark theatre but not the totally torned wallet of her boyfriend outside it, the pleasure in a prostitutes groan but not her pain, the....... aaahh lev it my comparisons will never improve, bt i guess i hv conveyed my feelings to a much (in)decent extent this time.

So the moral of the story is : Adversity is smthing you cant sell with an offer of "buy one get one free" or with a punch line of "....thoda aur wish karo "

Anyways, Speaking on my puja vacs : I dint go out for dandia or say disco dandia or specifically for me say eye-dandia (sry, tried to translate "nain mataka" in eng) this time, i dint talked for hours on phone with anyone *smirks* , i dint went for pandal hoppings in car wid cousins and her friends ("her friends", da part stressed hre.. *winks*) But still i enjoyed almost the whole of my time. I did many things that i usually dont do durin my holidays. I had the 1st ever tequila of my life (finally !) and the 2nd and 3rd one too. *sighs*
Our school group had a small reunion or say rock-on at a friend's place, that ws hell amazing, and i had loads of fun. Some of us were meeting after 5 long years of transition and its aftermath. I also got my 300 rupees back frm a friend that he had taken to buy gift for me on my b'day in 10th standard, aaahh cmon 300 is not a small amount even for Bill Gates in such a time of economic recession and market slumps around the world, huh !! And then there was a college reunion at my place, that was awesome fun too except that sahil was reacting too impatient for the 700 rupees , he spent on my train tickets* .
*cmon dude ur not going to die tomorrow we are here for fun and you are always busy with your account book, darn it !!

ok so now im getting bored so should be you, so u have your paracetamol, disprin, watever while we meet again. This time its gonna be sooner i promise.. :)
love ya all.... keep missing me like always, keep fighting for to be the 1st one to write a comment on my post, keep mailing me hugs and smooches and ya keep laughing (if anyone has managed reading it till this point....)
anyways, ciao :)

Yours truly-madly-deeply,
*grins with small chinesse eye*

(even) Rubbish is not the word....

so when something bad has to happen it will happen anyways.. anyhow.. anytime........ any room. I m a little shattered today.
abhi 2.0 : awhh abhi tell us something we dont know, u always write when u are shattered.. rem losing my virginity, a sneak peek, Reso--revisited and topping the chart is JTYJN....)

I had a bunch of nonsense to make headway in my blog since the last post. Some really good craps i was thrilled to dump here. I m going home tomorrow and was supposed to leave some funny posts in my blog to keep it tickle, that's because fortunately (read sadly, inconsolably) no other human knows about the existence of this blog, but what has happened just almost an hr before has led myself fall into an abyss of self-retrospection.

Let me first give you the basic idea of what you will be reading in this post. After reading this post ur doubt that this blog sucks, will convert into surety by all means. when u reach the end of the of the post you will realize that how you could have used this time for much better things like pissing for long hours ( ok i dnt exactly mean "hours" ) in your air conditioned bathroom (i heard my readers are quite elite, they dnt leave comments, avoiding paparazzi n all) , reading champak (the 2nd-3rd class fellows who really louvee my blog and find it "intellectual", gosh! where do they even learn these words from), watching tarzan "again" (for my friends from kalahari). Last and of course the least, this post is going to fetch me comments ( which are like a pie in the sky) as uncanny as "dude you are really so honest" (when they actually mean "man you are such a big windbag"). So being a human myself i have warned you more than lots against reading ahead. But i know reaching this far (and cursing the friend who recommended you to read this blog) u will read the post anyhow, so lets dont waste time pondering uselessly.

Title: Personal means Personal is Personal...... Let it be personal :

prologue : A week before from now one of my close friend in hostel had a solid booze party in his room. Last i heard was he got a little emotional (started crying and sobbing with his face sandwhiched between 2 large pillows) after having a full small bottle of RS (dont know RS ??) . Well even i was touched. Then at 3 in the morning he suddenly woke up and started writing something in his personal diary (which unto that night was his rough copy, i guess) , close to the speed of light.

First chapter : I went to his room for a movie and saw that no one was there. My abhi version 13 always happens to predominate me at such times. I wanted to see what a guy can write at 3 in the midnight when he is drunk enough to distinguish between a pen and pumpkin. I searched and luckily (not so..) found the keys of his wardrobe left carelessly inside one of the pillow's cover. I opened the wardrobe then the diary and then the page dated that night. Third in the list of lashing some of his friends brutally, callously and mercilessly was the name which made me jumped off my feet. It reads exactly like.....

abhishek binani "some people have this habit of talking rubbish". (dude atleast use abhi binani, dnt you know i hate aabhieesshekh..)

Last chapter : rubbish ?? read it again....... and again.... and once more. Check the dictionary, confirm the meaning. The line kept knocking and reverberating 1000 times in my mind. Though the handwriting was more greek than latin, sorry english but come on, i could have understand even mandarin once i know that its MY name written in some ones personal diary. Well when half of the world bellows gibberish outmatching the other half, so i wont brag to be any exception but the thing is dont know why i was and i am still laughing. I have neva been able to give a word to this feeling and still trying....

epilogue : I am writing this post.... I am feeling so dejected and dismal. I feel like go and hug my mom and grumble everything to her a little exaggeratedly.

moral of the story : when your friend is warning you not to read his/her personal diary.......... dude just listen to them, they are your "well wisher" after all....

well i would like to keep the post short giving you yet another chance to escape from this escapadious (this word doesnt exists, so dont try to mug it up) blog. I am sure you will leave loads of beautiful and encouraging comments as always.... love you all .... :)
*i am such a good bargain hunter* *grins* *winks*

Resolutions--------Revisited :

Pingggg...... and there comes the most awaited sms, exactly at 2:45, usually during the boring-est lecture of the day......., my today's "horror-scope" . Among all the applications orkut have launched and i surfed till date, this horoscope really dazzles me. Seems like god himself is pinging me.....

god: Knock-Knock, beta abhi, jaaago........ more than half of the year is over and you are still there,, Mr "nobody", a dread in the thoughts of your parents, a more perturbing issue than the sinking sensex for your brother, an "ever-increasing" debtor of your sister (reminding: 7yrs younger to U), a good for nothing creature for your gf ( gf?? did u mean grilfriend ??,,,, kahan?? kaun??). Its high time beta,, to "revisit your resolutions" ..... or o/w even i wont be able to help U .....
Bbyee, TC, GOD BLESS !!

So this is how god pings me time and again and this time it was a serious reminder ( rem, " or o/w even i wont be able to help U" ??) . So time to revisit the resolutions,, made while gazing stars on the midnite of 31st dec, made wen heart was broken into pieces by a friend (!!??) on the eve of V-day, made wen keshav left forever, made wen i flunked in java n linux (1st time in any sub after class 6's maths) and made wen evrytime i talk to my parents and chat wid my bro.

New-year's eve :
1.. I will make my parents feel proud of me ( an extinct feature since i gt into bansal classes, sweets were distributed to the enitire family and even to our surly neighbour, who later gave it to thier kaamwaali, gurrr!! ) .

2.. I will rekindle the hopes of bhaiya (which were flooded, i guess during the last 2 yrs) . His dream of "Binani Inc" or was it "Binani Brothers" ....?? (dsnt matrs.... i knw wat exactly he meant)

3.. I wont spend the next new year's eve, wasting time, making "resolutions" and "gazing bursting of crackers" from behind the window, rather i would be enjoying it wid my family or with my friends in some pub with hotties arnd ....

4.. I would adhere by the quote " Never let the fear of being striking out, Keep you from playing the game". And i'll propose to HER and lay my heart of hearts infront of her, the next-nearest opportunity that will knock my door......... or even if it dsnt...........
* Heroically *
( Well this resolution in particular and unfortunately reached its expiry date sooner than expected........ my supposed to be gf is today so happy wid her bf that i cant even think of their break up,, so its kinda useless stating it in my "reso-list" any more)
carrying on.....

V-Day's eve :
1.. Never-Ever would i get emotionally involved with ANYBODY (girl is for granted). I wont become so crazy about anyone just to know in the end that you were nothing but a PROVISIONAL - friend.....

2.. I will stop, put a BIG fullstop to this ORKUT thing ( A biggest waste of time and energy..)

3.. I will only concentrate on my studies and would never think about HER..... (who HER ??)

4.. finally i derived a complex-mathematical formula to prove the importance of success over "love and gf" thingy and how its a big waste of your time and more importantly ur dad's money, "moping around in hunt for love" . The formula was called "95% - 5% FORMULA" , which became a big-hit among the singles of my college (I feel proud of myself for inventing what Einstein and Newton never even dared to give a try.... )

1st March's eve ::
1.. Keshav was at his best, on his way to the peak of success and glory, but even god being jealous dint gave him a chance to prove himself to the world.....to live, now since i hv been blessed to live this long and atleast a lil more further, so I wont waste even a mili-second of my life, brooding over any unimportant thing (i knew what exactly i meant by this "unimportant thing"....). I will give my life a better purpose to live and more importantly will work toward it....I promise !!

Thanks a ton to god, i have set my foot on right tracks now; keeping myself busy with java projects (~ my "flunked in java" resolution) .
Keep pinging god.. i would need you by my side forever..... :)
~ your greatest admirer, abhi

Tera mujhse, hai pehle, ka nataaaa koieee.......

yuheeen nahee dil, lagataaa koieeee...........
jaaaaaanee tooooooooooooooooooo, yaaaa jaaane naaaaaaa....
maaaaanee toooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, yaaaaa maane naaaaaaaa........

i dnt know what i m doing ??? i also dnt know what i wud be writing ??? in fact i don't even know why should i write anythn at all, but its just that i cant curb my emotions any further, im on a high, stoned!! . I can break all the securities, vault over the barricades, enter the cricket ground, dancing euphorically with cadbury on my right hand, and hug and kiss my "beautiful-indian-batswoman" girl friend, mid way,mid game in the india-australia women's world cup (remember the old cadbury ad ?? there that voluptuous babe played my role......) Myriad emotions are flurrying out, im snickering and singing (read screaming, wailing ) latest hindi movie tracks, dancing in my hostel mess and winking, stalking, sly-smiling, grating and harassing the poor-pedestrian girls (and not pedestrian-poor....).... and for the umpteen number of times, " no im NEITHER drunk NOR doped ".

Just a few hours before, i came out of the theatre, watching my first movie (first day, matinee) in bhubaneshwar (after 2 yrs..), "Jaaanee tooooooooooo, yaaaaaa, jaaaanee naaaaaa" ( no i dont have any crush on the eng-vowels, and neither im that bad in spellings, but this is how the title has been grunted throughout the movie) .
First things first, after being hooked to watching movies in multiplexes of above-average standards, this 3rd class standalone gave me a feeling of a mega-huge charity or NGO funded dharamshala for destitutes,, "with lights gone".
The movie right from its very 1st scene, was like "kapil dev watching the highlights of 1983 cricket world cup final for the 17 th time", every next scene is predictable (with 100% surety), the script was soo hackneyed.
Same age old concept of telling a story to a friend and portraying the movie as flashback. A tale of two best- friends not realizing that they love each other . when mr hero gets another girl, the heroine starts feeling jealous, and when heroine gets engaged with another stud, mr hero turns green. Finally 2 breaks ups and 1 make up.
// for the zillionth time dear script writers,................. "A boy and girl can NEVER be BEST - FRIENDS...., they HAD to be in love.............. eeeeeeehhhh!!"

This is not all, when i was desperately waiting to watch the best part of the movie, to get some worth of my money, damn it they didn't showed "THE END" at all. The movie has left me scarred mentally for now, and i hv decided not to watch any movie in bbsr for the nxt 2 yrs.........
well personally i feel the movie has done its job well at one place, u'll leave the theater with a smiling face, resaon whatsoever............

my suggestion --------->> " A must watch movie "
reason ??
Its hangover would last longer than 10 beers + 7 rum + 5 whisky, taken all neat ...................................................

kamal's calling, ( i was caught red-handed throwing empty pop-corn bag on his girl friend, during the movie )..... gotta goo................ ciao

-:)



Tera mujhse, hai pehle, ka nataaaaaaa koieee.......
yuheeeeeeeen nahee dil, lagataaa koieeee.............
jaaaaaanee tooooooooooooooooooo, yaaaa jaaane naaaaaaa....
maaaaanee toooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, yaaaaa maane naaaaaaaa........

jaaaaaanee toooooooooooooooooooo.................................... :O

A SNEAK PEEK ........

After being left uncared and unattended for months.... the call came as an elixir to the blog........... as well !

Having been devotedly involved in a fling with HIS latest crush, cat (stands for common admission test, and not common aptitude test as i used to think, before he enlightened me) now days, HIS mozilla bookmarks have drastically mutated from playboy.com to pagalguy.com.....

so on one such odd occasion, i also joined him in reading this article shedding light on the ground rules of speed reading (it took me 40 days to complete "the fountainhead").....when suddenly i felt a disturbing sensation inside the bedsheet, and before i cud actually jump out of it, anticipating a minor earthquake, HE, on the other hand was nestling into his knee, cuddling the bed and was stretching his hands .................
to reach out for his cell,, vibrating.

A nano-second of apathetic look on the cell and he was transformed into a living dead, a horror portrait, a live coma, or say he became a chunk of frozen flesh wid eyes wide open..

To put an end to my curiosity, i preferred a sneak peek on the twinkling little screen of his loosely held cell. It was his friend (girl and friend) , the one HE use to brag as his best ever SHE- friend, whom he stopped talking for some "god-knows" personal reasons, months back and since then was desperately waiting for her call unto a few days before.

This, is not the first time it has happened, infact now i m as sure abt this as i m abt the gravity or god. My law would go somewhat like this....
"All the expectations remaining earthly and non-fictional, the thing u wish badly to happen, will happen the very next day, u make sure that u would be the last person it could evr transpire to........ "

HE : (ending his streak of numb and senseless barbie doll look!!) Noooooo wayss .... cuhmmon.... nt nw...... nt eva..... i dont, wnt to talk to u again.

HE : it has to be by mistake, i know she had stored my number in the name of her cousin brother's "calcutta-waali" girlfriend ..... ~sighs

// the frenziedness of his cell was clearly perceptible, it was dancing a different tune, it was teasing HIM.
stops....
Rings....
stop...
Rin...
sto...
Ri...
st...
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during these 15 mins which passed with every second separated by eternity, HE got some 14 full-length calls from HER.... some he brought to silence and some, being in oblivion, he couldn't hear at all.

HE : (dripping with emotions from top to bottom.......) These are definitely not by mistakes, 10-12 times could still hv been taken as "by-mistake" but 14 times, surely seems that something terribly wrong with her, i wish not. Also i can imagine how daring and bold she would have been, to keep her ego aside and make the 1st move, whatever the reason be. Aur phir 14 call to bandi apne boyfriend ko bhi nai karti yaaar..
//talking more to himself than to me...... hellooo im heere.... just inches away and almost right infront of you....
With confidence enough to propose Angelina Jolie infront of Brad Pitt .......
HE : I m calling her.......
cell
contacts
HER
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after loosing rounds of wrestle mania and done wid playing color-color wid HIS cell.... HE was finally successful to make a call, on the 7th attempt.....

HE : (struggling to breathe...... ) hello, i am rea....

HER : #&#&$?%&@*#*!!#&**
//srry evn wid ears wide open i was unable to hear a single word.... she was firing.....

HE: arreey im really very srry yaar, had my class, aahhh.... training was goin on (HE usually lies, wen he feels nervous................ his cell was perspiring......... or was it his hands ??)

HE: u mst be hvin ur local no. isnt ? gimme that and i call u back.

HE left the room and talked to HER for some 50 unbelievable mins (he wasnt expectin any further in this lifetime), durin which HE's contribution was not more than that of the trucks and auto passing by and was largely constricted to "aur bol" and "anyways", more no of times than all the words taken together.

//...... jsst a sneak peek (concerned for him, you see) !!

~ Goods and bads of the conversation.....

bads..

--->i know HE was waitin for this day, HE said this would be "HIS-dominating" day, cos HE had all the questions and HE had all the answers too, but things took a 180 dergree turn wen her above normal voice and inccessant speech , left HIM frozen, head over heels.
// I was feeling to howl like a lone wolf does on a full moon nite. But i guess 4 months were enough to stamp out evry chapter of hatred and misunderstandings, which HE dint wanted to give life again.

---> 4 mnths passed by, HE didnt talked to her but still most of HIS-side vocabs included "anyways", "aur bol", "bbbbyeeee" and "good nite" only by which HE managed to eke out a threadbare existence.

---> HE should learn to "open his mouth and laugh" rather than olwayss smiling at his best through out, so that evn the other person can know that he is indeed enjoying every mili-second of the conversation, every joke and evn the PJs.

---> Of all the things, HE asked her some basic fundamental questions (whc felt like he has learnt from a "short-term course on telephonic conversation" book). Bickering over some realy unimportant "somebodies" and "somethings" and interrogating abt her othr she-frnds was enf to make a fool out of HIMSELF, througout. I dont knw why HE cant talk a lil sense wen HE is really supposed to.(well than why not infront of HER)

goods--->

---> HE really,badly and desperately wanted to talk to HER just once, only to let her know that, HE is "not a bad guy and is nt responsible (atleast not completely responsible) for wat happened, it was the demand of time, neither ur fault nor mine" ...... // oops, it rhymes.... ;)

---> HE is very happy to get HIS friend back (he thot he wud neva see again), it was clear on
his face, in his smile....

I was sleeping (trying..... o k pretending) when HE came to the room, and started mumbling in his soliloquy.............
some promises, some resolutions....

--> never to check HER scrapbook (not even HER friend's) ever again.

--> never to give HER 5 miscalls, back-to-back ( ok nt evn 3........... fine no mscalls at all)

--> never to ask abt ne of HER bfs....... it dsnt matters a whit to me at large evn if they are "just-friends" . After all SHE is a smart kid herself.... :)

--> never to send HER senti msgs (specially the ones ending with "never call me again")

------> and all this.............. never to loose HER............... ever again....

god bless friendship......AMEN!
:)

// edited ltr..
while i was scanning my system yesternight, i found an mp3 file of liz phair's "divorce song", which i gt some time bak in the 2nd sem. Almost an year passed by, and i never heard this song. The song cant be any more worse than its actlly was(my sincere apologies for her fans (!??!) , but the lyrics throughout were engrossing enough to make one listen it atleast once. Few lines that really arrested my mind are worth posting....

............
" Just to prove I was right
That it's harder to be friends than lovers
And you shouldn't try to mix the two
Cause if you do it and you're still unhappy
Then you know that the problem is you "

Yipeee......"exams on door"........ :)

Unlike all the bloggers who are studying in some or other colg (and some school kids too, who write blogs nowadays on much more sensible topics than mine....) and having their exams on door, i wont be blubbering about how much fun i wud be missing for the next 20 days cos of exams and my yearning for the strawberry cream**

** "strawberry cream" --> the most common thing one can find in any girly blog (they would not forget to mention about them even while writing on highly inflammatory and seditious topics like "America's passive attitude towards global warming.." (as if their ice-creams wud be the first to melt..) or "tibetan agitation - Is the olympic torch losing fire????" (No its not, but throw a bucket full of water on it and then it will surely extinguish, and then your ice-creams are also safe....)

Girls usually interrupt a lot, so coming back to the titled topic....i knw its probably for the 1st time in the history of mankind (or were their any undiscovered genius before me also?) that one can see the two words "yipeee" and "exams" coupled toghether (unless ofcourse its not "yipeee.........exams over...."). Well even im not a nerd by deed(by god, mark sheet check kar lo....) infact i use to lead the rallies of mass bunk and strikes in my colg.....but i have a notion (reminds me of martin luther's "i have a dream") behind such a nomenclature of the post and that u'll come to know in due course of reading the post, thoroughly (pura to padhna hi hoga..... ).

Orkut, Gtalk, movies, novels, (some classified things, not to mention for the sake of keeping this blog earn a knighthood similar to "family movie - mahesh bhat types") and same roaming around the campus with the same jobless frns of mine has left the life monotonous and humdrum; It lacks on adventure and thrill; Although last to last month was indubitably the most adventurous juncture of my life** So i was in no hurry for any further adventures or thrills; but its high time now and im getting really bored;

**(if u have read my post "Losing my virginity" early this month than you must be knowing about how i saved my life from women right activists assaulting me and accusing me of audacious scripting on women in my blogs and also how i was left alone in the theater to watch "ram gopal varma ki......eessshhh"......well to be a little honest these all are way better than wat actually happened)

Now when the most awaited end-sems are just 7 days away, my life is taking twists and twirls; I m only as much acquainted with the subjects as you are (assuming that you are no university topper and not pursuing in engineering stream atleast.....). No it still doesnt means that i have started or im about to start my preparations now (my writing on sch a senseless topic is the most lively example of this.....); I believe on the funda of "you dont became an engineer by reading books.."
(lemme tell you when exams are only as close as the vest you are wearing.....no fundas are applicable.....) and there the adventure starts for me;

24 hrs and you are bound to complete the WHOLE syllabus, that the professors try for more than 4 months to force-feed in your wat they think "pint-sized brain" ( why not somebody go and tell these profs that we are not as dumb as they think we actually are....); Start searching the hostel for your helping-friends (they are the one on whom you shout "koi kaam nahi hai saala, hamesha padhta hi rehta hai" OR "zindgi se bilkul udaas hai yaar yeh" the whole semister minus 20 days); Book your number to get tutored by him (its not on the "first come first learn" basis.....it depends on how close you are to him and how many times you have inspired him and helped him to befriend with his equally nerdy lab-partner (nerd boy + nerd girl = short circuit.....and in my programming language a "null pointer");

NO more orkut, NO more chattering in gtalk, NO more paulo coehlo or ayn rand (though i love them) and NO more whistling on the cozy-couples behind the bush in the campus garden; Well these are all that i louvve to do and cant live without, but for a change, i wish for 20 days of transcendent life ~ beyond the luxuries of the materialistic world (except one...."xerox" and for some intrepid scholars who during the rest of the sem claim to be dyslexic "mini - xeorx", failing to which = failing the exam); So heyloo all you girls out there, not gulping a strawberry cream for a couple of weeks will definitely not lead to the bankruptcy of the ice-cream parlour ( and neither is the whole world's strawberry storage would come to an end in these 20 days.......duh);

p.s another tonic would be posted after my exams are over.......well apart from all the crap, if bynechance any body is reading this post, pls pls pls wish me good luck for my exams (girls you also, i swear next time onwards no wicked comments on your strawberry - cream........)

Another name in the hall of shame......

Connect--->> kaavya Vishwanathan, pritam, Anu Malik and Mahesh Bhatt. well no points for guessing the rite answer; Rather, now we can add 1 more name to this elite inexhaustive list of proud indian plagiarists, his excellency Mr. RAKESH ROSHAN; his new film Krazzy 4 (which is a show of utter bulshit and just riding its appeal under the shadow of the item numbers performed by hrithik roshan and king khan..) has lifted these two songs from the independent music director Mr Ram Sampath. A few days back, i was going through the blog of one of my frnd, wherein i gt stuck to an interminable list of songs lifted by, once , my favorite music director pritam; Such kind of disgusting and disgraceful acts, engenders suspicion on the success of these persons in the past as well as on their future ventures and ultimately on their exceptional talent (which is now being artfully used for the lifting of the songs and to craft its naive gullible audience..);

Although it seems that luck aint working at its best on the roshans side and finally someone has been penalised under the act of plagiarism; Roshans has paid to Mr Sampath's claim of Rs 2 crore, hence buying the music rights to release the songs (or otherwise the court ordered them to delete the two songs from the movie); but im still very sure that this wont be a much intimidating issue for the fellow comrades of Mr roshan who are way ahead in this quest of lifting another masterpiece and exhibit their expertise as a music director. I wonder if someday pritam, anu malik or mahesh bhatt would be awarded with padam shree or padam bhushan for contributing to the indian diversity (they have hardly left copying from any international band, some celebrated names already in their kitty are kuwaiti band 'guitara', half- french Peterpan’s ‘Tak Bisakah’, Miami Band’s ‘Sheloha shela’,korean group JTL and u can find lot more names from this website .)

p.s. my gratitude to bhavin bhaiya from whose blog i got this link......

TOD 2 :

To spread the perfume of happiness around you....... pour a few drops on yourself first..!!

Orkutting is good for health....

Early in the morning this is what my orkut's 'today's fortune' has to say to me....

The luck that is ordained for you will be coveted by others........

they say laughing is good for one's health, well then now i hv got yet another reason for orkutting .... i was laughing irrepressibly at this hysterical note....!!
Do by anychance i need to explain why.................??????

God bless those others.....!!

AMEN..

p.s : i want to sue orkut for such tormenting remarks ...... (,,,,,, any lawyer here ??????? )

TOD 1 :

fraidy-cats :

All targets are achievable if we only lower them a few notches.........!!

Losing My Virginity.......

oh yes.........ohhhh yessss.... ~

NO its definitely not the first sensation of any middling mind that i would be talking abt.....neither has it got any thing to do with the best seller and autobiography of Mr Richard Branson..
A few days before the start of the 4th sem, unto now and going-on, i have been experiencing the inimical colors of this phony pretty looking lady witch, we better know as life. And it seems like this wayward lady has already started ****ing (contents suppressed) me with each of its adverse happenings feels like a new K S position....

confession of an innocent mind~ kurkure effect....
It started, 1st when i got caught in my neighbour's room where a hardcore booze party was going on. Well i was there to have some light snacks, they wre having with fosters. Dont knw what the fuck was the attendant doing at 1 am in the morning came up from nowhere and banged the door. I went to open the door (as my only my mouth was not stinking with the scent of beers ) and i told him that a b'day party is going on and that we are almost over. By that time inside the room each n every attempt of making it look clean and normal was going on. But as Murphy says..when a bad has to happen, it will happen anyway. 1 disposable glass with diminutive amount of beer was present got his eyes hold . Reputation of all of us were commendable till date so no further action or DISCO ( disciplinary committee) was held. Still I had to write the FIRST ever apology letter of my life ( for eating namkeens and kurkure in a room, where, why should i bother if others wre drinking or doping)

suspension~ 1 night @ library.....
Sem started, whoops im abt to become a half engineer. Results maintained their graph ( of negative slope). Then came this night just like any other night. After hving our dinner, me and kamal thought of a walk outside at 10 pm, 2 hrs after the dead line to enter the hostel. And to my dreadful fate, while returning back to hostel, the warden, dean sir and all the possible people whose presence could hv made the situation from worse to worst were present thr (hail murphy !!). A suspension from the hostel for 4 days was avowed, aghast! Well thats the FIRST ever suspension of my life and for kamal he was was counting on his fingers..........

p.s. we spend the 1st night of suspension in the library, which itself was so eventful that it demands a separate sacred space in this blog.... this blockbuster wud be posted soon....
cont...

valentine gift~ errotic.....Oops erratic....
16th edition
13th feb : 8:05 pm
Next day is V-day, for me like a special day this time, not that i was xpecting any "i like you" or "i love you" kind of mind-soothing, heart-tempting phrases, but still i was happy to hv a very special girl in my life, and it was enf to had her evn as frnd that day (also she was single to the best of my knowledge but that was hardly any bonus for me.... :P ) ; I called her and we chatted for some 10-12 mins (little shorter than our usual half an hr chit chats.......) and at the end of conversation she told me about her new found love....

That night was a little disheartening and i deleted almost all the materialistic memories of her ( she would feel awfully blissful and relieved if she'll ever get to know this............. ). I dnt knw y i was feeling this way but it was just a transient gale of emotions and very soon made i up my mind wid a smiling face to forget evrythng and treasure my best ever "she - frnd", cos at no cost, could i afford to loose someone, i hv spend one of the best times of my life with (dsnt matters if most of it was on phone only) , to let go out of my life for any stupid reason (not now atleast, when i gotta need her badly.......) ; .... :)
But the unexpected was yet to happen..
Murphy says....
leave to themselves things tends to go from bad to worse.....

she was changing (or im nt sure if it was nly me who was feelin dat way.....) and so was her attitude ; She didnt needed a frnd anymore to divulge her assorted feelings or to share the long craps with (thanks to the "johnny-come-lately"......); miscalls became a formality and msgs (what the heck are they ??) and that call turned out to be our last ever exchange of words.... Not only i lost an amazing friend but the most serious crush (could have used a better word here, but that would sound too slushy....) of my life; Im glad & content that im out of her life at the time when she is elated like never before....a brand new boyfrnd and admission to an elite colg; Well who cares, there is always-- Another-- Better-- ...............brooding over my mind, i ended up all. Atleast a 1000 questions still drubbing my mind, i was supposed to remain unanswered;
(now before i get even more nostalgic and engender a blueprint for another weepy ekta kapoor's soap let us discuss it no further..... never further.......)

p.s. There's never Another--Better........ its olwayss the "second-best" that follows.... and i got many other btr things to do..

beyond life ~ loss, unfathomable....
1st march : 8:00 pm
My mid sem is to start from the day after tomorrow and my cell starts singing.. Had she come to knw abt my exams from my orkut profile and has called to wish me up or may be its long time we didnt talk to each other and dat the wait is over...or ya possibly............... running on my mind i took the cell and a no point guess........ that it wasnt her........
Preeti, my cousin staying in chennai had called me. I didnt took mch long to find out that she was sounding different, very different from her usual 10 sec long Hiieeeeeeeeeee......
putting end to my utter disgust she told me that Keshav is no more....and bursted into tears. gobsmacked, I hanged up the phone, went outside the hostel and only 1 thing beating my mind "what the fuck! i hv send him a get well soon sms last night only" i spent the rest of the night thinking about him. I have never been to any party or any social gathering without him, more than just being my 1st cousin, he was my bestest bddy in cal. What am i goin to do now in cal what about the durga puja night outs...holyyyy fuck! how could this even happen to him, he is just 18, never fagged,neva doped, never drunk nt evn more than a novice like me..... 2008 is turning out to be a bad omen for everyone (with a few exceptions, founding new loves and getting admissions to their dream place) but dnt know why i still wanted to talk to her, may be cos she always managed to bring a smile on my face, either telling me the stupidiest crush stories of her life or by the poorest of jokes dnt knw how she cracks them so well, her infantile accent and smtimes just listening to her melodious angle like voice was more then enf (and for the next 1 month i wanted to....and i waited too) but no big surprise that she was soo happy and busy with her ongoing life that she hardly ever felt the absence of any friend (frnd she once said "i like you"................. duh);
Life's sch a bitch......I would write a whole new article on this keshav-mishap in my later posts....
cont....

Xshtraa toppings ........

I lost in a literary competition, sensex sinking down,nt studying well, gym is all-over, not evn making it to the podium in the quiz events (call myself a hardcore quizer), routine is comp disturbed..... are i know not the points worth mentioning here but its just like adding toppings to the sequence of unfortunate events happening with me (not that significant) but with people around me and people i love....
Its not the 2 more months this sem has to go (and probably this curse as well) thats making me overwrought. But.........i m really missing all the fun and................... friends

another fish in the deep blog sea........

A solid hunger for writing, giving words to the broodings of this self-acclaimed 24 hr LOST IN THOUGHTS mind (notice the time of post..2:22 am) and to utilize the leisure-full usually useless lecture time led to the strong urge for the induction of this blog 2day.....
many most of the times in my life i hv failed to give mouth to my heart, feelings that would have mattered soo mch to that other person (who was the reason behind it....) or atleast to me, lay dormant and then gradually got burried deep inside my heart, soo deep that i started feeling its pressure on my day to day life......
and then no more.....
by now it must be clear that this blog deals with no high intellects or thesaurus words but emotions of a mind thats yearning to take shape....

Feelings are not supposed to be logical.... Dangerous is the man who has rationalized his emotions.....

and in this divine process, the byproduct emerges out as a "cerebral tonic for smitten souls".....