Back In Time

I pressed the trigger and zap…I was transported to the i-don’t-know-what century BC…
Here the rules for falling in love are a wee bit different..you would contradict that there are actually no rules for falling in love ya you live in today but back then there were rules or should I say “people” thought that you were committed when any one of the following happened-
1. You grab a cup of coffee(ya coffee has been in existence for centuries) with a guy from your gurukul. Ohh yes that’s all it takes for you to be madly in love with the one you are drinking coffee with.

Or
2. You go on a chariot ride to the local market with a friend of yours who happens to be a guy and ohh my…it became the latest buzz of the town…things ought to be serious if you can go shopping with a guy.hey what did u say- you are just friends…:haha(ooops you wont know it its an invention of our century- it means rolling on the floor with laughter)…

Or
3. You are supposed to be happy with the bundle of friends of your own sex that you come to know..what !! you actually like to talk to guys … just tell me what kind of a girl you are .. have u no morals…what the hell is wrong with you..
Or

4. You have a best friend who is a guy…who are you kidding girl..tell me when is the red letter day…are we all invited?? Definetly we are , it was after all us who made you believe that a guy and a girl cannot be friends for more than a month…
Or

5. Hey hey … do u think we don’t know anything about love…and where did u read the crap you are talking about – you say that love doesn’t grow out of drinking coffees,or shopping, or talking rather its something you experience probably once or if u are unlucky and then lucky again then maybe twice in a lifetime(did u time travel and watch kuch kuch hota hai)..no my dear you are in love when we see you hanging out with your friend..and hey what are you doing girl..how could you even talk to some other guy when we are so sure that you are commited to the one we saw you going shopping with…seriously what kind of a girl you are…

Horrified I pressed the trigger to transport me back to my time…but hey the time machine was a hoax…I hadn’t gone anywhere back in time…

I-ilusions

There are a few occasions in life when one has to go through a complete metamorphosis of certain beliefs and ideals. It happens when something inconsequencial to you becomes a stark reality slapping you hard acrosss the face or when sometimes something you accord as reverent becomes inconsequential to you...either ways a tender strand of faith in the holy grail or karma or whatever you believe in is ripped...rarely does it happen that a concept,a dream,a value you could give your life to protect is just taken away from you and in the rarest of rare and most disillusionating circumstances do you
realize that it was all actually a figment of your imagination...
It is said that never deprive a person of his dreams because maybe thats the only thing he has..and so when your imagination fades in the face of reality it doesnt leave a scar to tend to, but it leaves or takes something intangible with it which would make you wish for a thousand of scars in exchange..like harry had to had an uncalled for scar in exchange of voldermont’s prowess, you have to sacrifice one little thing to get over it , which maybe your unfailing stamina to trust, or your ability to dream, or of your heart not skipping a beat anymore now,or that you can no longer be hurt by anything or anyone by growing a skin several centimetres thick,knowing yet not feeling the change
in you, it is when any or all of the things happen to you then you might
know that the Atlas shrugged for you..

Out Of Touch

It was about five years ago..the five of us sitting on the stairs of the Mary Ward building of our school..it seemed that time that come what may, there could not be anything so potent so as to effect even a single strand of our friendship..now five years later, two days ago I passed my school building while going somewhere and then I wondered that nothing big had to happen to effect our friendship …but from phone calls every day,to mails every weekend, to get togethers once in four-five months we seemed to have drifted apart..and though four years have passed since we left our Alma mater it pained me to acknowledge the apparent loss of four people who once were more or less the beginning and end of my days…but that was before we were introduced to the hostels in lucknow, vellore and allahabad…that was before we knew what it means to be with your friends throughout the day..engrossed in our hostel life and new frnds we slowly drifted apart so much so once one of us forgot to wish another one of us on her birthday..ohk the another one of us was me..and that hit me hard…not talking for months was ok with me but my friend forgetting my bday would never be..so I consoled myself that maybe friends are like the teddy bear I used to carry around in my childhood..so very dear when we are around them but we have to grow out of them some time or the other..

Today I was proved wrong by a phone call from one of them. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t remember when I had last met her..but when we talked it seemed that the distance , the time apart has melted to pave the way for our friendship as strong and nurturing as it was years before..we talked continuously for an hour and it was like high school revisiting us..i realized that if we don’t communicate for months and even years we will never grow out of each other, that we will always have things to tell(and that includes every interesting and non-interesting details of our lives), that we will seek each other out in times of needs, that their presence is enough to bring a smile on my face, that I have people who will never judge me even if I did something directly opposite to their moral code, that as long as I live the word ‘friend’ will remind me(along with a very few others) of these four darlings even if they forget to wish me on my birthday for all the remaining of my birthdays. For they have done something far more important – they have given me a reason to celebrate each day of my life. Touchwood.

Good Morning

I have a software engineering test tomorrow but the subject is so mundane that I am searching for excuses to not study it..neways as I was nightdreaming while attempting to rattofy the subject my memory wandered back to a few days ago which was probably the most memorable morning I can recall..it was the day when one of my best friends ot scheduled ie got a job…lets call her kahani for now..the news came at 3 o clock in the morning and I was awakened frm my dream when I had begun to assimilate the voices that I was hearing outside my rooms into the events of my dreams..so then as per the ritual we had a bucket party and as per the new ritual I was drenched as a complimentary activity by everyone .. so after this me , kahani and one other friend hmm lets call her tima for now decided to hav a night out..i had fallen out with tima just a day ago so things were somewhat strained between us..yet the happy tidings had more or less made things normal again..so we searched the kings treasure – dc ++ for movies and finally singled out ‘Bridget jone’s diary’ basically because ardent movie fans that all three of us are, between us we hav watched almost all the .avi’s of dc..neways the sound wasn’t the right wavelength for our ears so we downloaded a .srt file as well..hmm so after this elaborate requirement analysis(see I do care bout my exam tomorrow) of about half an hour we watched the moive with ample amount of sighing over the ohh so gorgeous Hugh Grant and I fell alsleep for the last 15 mins after it was discovered that this eye candy was playing the shade grey..

It was around 5:30 after the movie and the heroine of the day kahani fell asleep though I after waking up engaged in something I undoubtedly excel…trust me it is morally impossible to tell what all tima and I gossiped bout that morning..then we shoved kahani awake and decided to go for a walk(a first for me !!) in the colony..so with tea glasses in hands(which btw we are unauthorised to take to our rooms but since we were taking then outside the hostel it wasn’t actually breaking the code was it??)..neways we headed for a much untrodden lane(by us students) of the colony..i would not bore u by describing the extraordinary number of parrots chirping away on a singular tree nor would I tell you about the guy who seemed so cute a distance away but actually turned out to be horror movie star material and his dog that barked at its owner..and yes the lane we had chosen turned out to be the residential area of almost all the profs of our department and we were wondering if a certain dear prof would come out of his home to holler at us here as well…

So after returning to the hostel and depositing the glasses at the mess kitchen(me and kahani are in the mess committee )..i went to my room only to receive a call frm a frnd who had gone home that time..lets call her chika…she asked me to pour buckets of water on her behalf on the recently employed frnd..needless to say I did it and got drenched again…I changed and then got drenched again..it was indeed a good good morning…

Eighteen Going On Nineteen

Phew…the exultation of reaching this coveted destination is what is being tried to be defined hereby in words(yes - everything can be described in words)!!..Nineteen .. have wanted to be here ever since the onset of my unprecedented college life..when one of the seniors basking in the same glory that I am in today, roared somewhat victoriously “This is our nineteenth set of tests – we don’t have to worry about it”..whereas we - a bunch of fledgling first semesters were mortified at the mere thought of giving our first exam here.To my delight I didn’t have to exert myself at all during the first semester probably because I had a propensity towards those subjects..Thus I carried an illusion that faring well here was a piece of cake.

Then came the second semester-by now most of us had grown roots here and some of us had even developed wings, the trauma of not getting into an IIT had subsided and the hostility( the first yrs in that era were expected to be seen not be seeing and ofcourse not heard-the good old days they were) of the new environment had evaporated.Bloated by a false pride I procrastinated everything to the last moment.I still remember the nights before the class tests when I and another soul(pun intended) like me used to take turns to wake each other up all through the night-spending only a quarter of the night studying, rest trying to stay awake.I have a fond belief that my not getting marks in the class tests was jinxed like the post of the the ‘defence against dark arts teacher’ in you know where.Anyways eager to learn from my mistakes I spent the entire mid sem break studying.To my dismay the papers that time were set to test the memorizing skills rather than the concepts I thought I had mastered.Hence I flunked again (and I deleted my first orkut account)
The next time I decided not to study at all since my ten days stint didn’t pay-off well..this didn’t change anything, (I deleted my second orkut account).My strategy for the next class test was to memorize the recondite portions and develop concepts where required..nothing changed again(I tore a poster of Hrithik basically because it was the cheapest destructible article in my room and it had been years since KNPH )..though I consistently did exceptionally bad in the class tests I always more than made up for it in the end semesters..but that didn’t in any extent ease the precarious situation where an A became a B by a tenuous margin.
After many class tests and few end semesters or so I had become inured to the fact that I am not cut the right way to score well in the ct’s(so are they fondly called)..still undaunted I formulated another strategy(no I haven’t picked this word up from Snehashish.)..I decided to haunt the dwelling of the electronics branch of this cllg-the library…maybe I thought doping would do its part(ask any1 frm tronics for the def of doping if u r bothered at all)..The ambience there had a soporific effect on me so it didn’t alter my academic performance though I assimilated lots of information that falls in the category of gossip for most.(I deleted my third orkut account).Then I started to put up the points - to - remember on the walls of my room which later metamorphosed into points - I - could – never – learn – even – if – they – are – hung – up – on- room - all – the - time..My next game plan was to study on a regular basis-which ofcourse was thwarted at its culmination.(I deleted my fourth orkut account).
Once I tried studying with a very good friend of mine and a consistent 10 pointer..The only problem here was that she went to sleep(the whole course revised-twice)even before I had gathered the full notes of a particular subject.(I deleted my fifth orkut account)So time glided-hey did I mention that I used to cry before almost all exams during my second year here and drove my already insane blockmates totally insane(had to put this in as a not so humble tribute to their patience and insanity)
All I could do now to pray that the paper was set to test the understanding and not the :ghoting abilities..I had also understood that castigating myself by deleting orkut accounts(I stopped keeping count after the fifth sacrifice :) ) and tearing up posters would not counter the specious jinx-it has to be a jinx nothing else can explain this level of consistency from me ..
Finally now after crossing the the eighteenth mark I feel so liberated that I have painstakingly written an account of my journey till here…and I am happy to announce that my present orkut account has survived approx eight months-maybe I would throw a bash on its anniversary!!