General

Some times u have money some times u don . Sometimes u have time some times u don. Sometimes u are wise enough to reserve a train seat sometimes u r fool enough to travel in d general class.

DISCLAIMER: The following acts were performed by me and my friends in sound state(not intoxicated at all!).

If u are an Indian student u must have at least traveled in a general compartment once in ur life.If u haven't then my advice to u is - Dude stop snoring get out of ur bed pack ur bags n head out straight to the railway station.
Sad to say some of my friends are still "General Virgins"(Hope u got it!).

I have traveled 4 times in d general class of an Indian train.The experiences i had were eyeopening.The situations i faced were uncomfortable.

First Experience- From Tatanagar to Rourkela
The compartment was packed wid people. No place to move. Some people were "wise" enough to stand in toilet thru out d journey.Sum guy had even lifted the toilet seat and was resting on it!Naturally we could'nt enter the train let alone travel in it.
The next train was a little decent.It was decent enough for us 2 sit on the floor near d door.The toilets stinking, people snoring... it was horrible. The only pleasant thing was the open door which pushed some fresh air in(which was closed l8r cause sum1 felt cold.Someone(defenitely a pro!)was sleeping under a seat. I was shocked and amused to c d man.The ordeal lasted for 4hrs.

Second Experience- From rourkela to kolkata.
Courtesy- our very own Prateek Pawan!
Kolakata chalna hai? he asked.
Kyon nahin! I replied

Sala who knew i had to travel in d general again. we were lucky enough to get a seat each. But the n8 was very cold. I had forgotten to pack a blanket.The whole n8 went shivering in cold.The sweat i was wearing did'nt even work.

Third experience- bak from kolkata to rourkela
Dis was comfortable one. Me and my oder three friends slept thru out d journey. And munching on subway sandwiches(They were awesome!!!.With the smell of bucket chicken teasing our noses which was for our friends!)

Fourth Experience-From BBSR to Rourkela.
This was a recent one.Running on the platform to get to the boogie which was empty. There was none. Weighed our options. Got into 1 at last. Got enough space to sit.
There were five of us. Three went into deep slumber in whatever position agreed the most with their body structure. two of us gazed like n8 owls.I was one of them.
Shifting from one place to another.It lasted for 10 hours.


Sorry to leave out some other details.(which cant be mentioned!)Hope u get it.
Cant say that I wont travel again in general class.But this tym i will be prepared for the worst.So bring it on!!!

Bak 2 pavillion

3rd semester over.Was a roller coaster ride. Damn! Learnt a lot of lessons from the book called life.There were mixed emotions.Will miss our dear friend very much.Wont forget him. No.
Then there was the swine scare. People literally were scared to death. Hall 2 was vacant within an hour after the news came. People were rushing out of NIT. There were numerous DISCOs. There were new rules. Old rules still ringed in our ears. Then there was a strike(Na not the strike in a baseball game, nor in carrom). The first one in the history of NIT. It was definitely something. There were successful cultural events(thanks 2 dat!).There were grade baks. There was a RAVAN.
But no Ram to kill him. (Gosh! I cant take him another semester). There was black and there was white. The void was still there. Among other things i got a baby for a rummate.He is my stress buster!. Actually he is every1's stress buster.

December came. End sem was bad. Is baar socha. Aur nahin! Made a resolution of keepin my rum clean. Gettin up early. Takin a bath every day. And attend classes regularly.

Jan 1st came. I enter my rum. Its dirty as always. I don bother to clean it.Just drop my luggage on the floor and disappear in2 d cosiness of my bed. Go for the party in the evening. Enjoy a lot. 2 days pass. Bala comes from home.I dig in2 his bag for food he brought bak from home. Finish dem up(got a lot of scolding frm my frnds for eating the whole thing alone!). Next day get up for my class. Its 8.05 am. Shit I am late for my first class. Just care 2 brush. Bala is still sleeping. Kick him in the ass. Rush to class. Evening comes, bak from class.
The rum is in best shape. the mattress strewn diagonally. Pillows on the floor. Half of the clothes on the floor.And the rest half on he bed. Grab my pyajamas sumhow. Bak 2 deep slumber. 2 weeks have passed since.

Dude! We can never change. Loafers remain same. Live for friends. F*** the rest(insti,profs,rules etc.)Keep on enjoying life. Just cant be disciplined."Babu line pe aa gaye naa!"

Jessica Biel

For my readers...
I too do some photoshop. Not a wizard in it but just a toddler. Was trying too utilize my time. Ended up doing this. Its a very simple and elegant procedure which produced such good effects.
Luking stunning! Ain't she?

Ab Mera Number Hai...

Ring any bells???
Ya it will. Cause this is line is staring down upon you on every Indian road. Along with a line comes a poster of a person. The person is no eye candy. No sir you are wrong. You are not in for a treat. Infact it is a photo of a common person in a big sized poster. I feel that Uninor is worth applauding seeing the way they are promoting themselves(or should I congratulate the adverstising company that came up with this bright idea!). Newayz i m not promoting the either of the two. Its just that the concept of the poster struck a chord.
Ab mera number hai... Its the aam janta sighting their importance in the largest democracy of the world. Taking it to the grassroots? Ya we can say that. I am reminded of President Gorbachev's Prestoika(Forgive me if dere is a spelling mistake!These Russians!). Well but it seems that are govt. Has forgotten it.(Or it neva seemed to have it in mind!).
Well back to the poster. The person in the hoarding stares out to you among other hoardings of super models, actors(Amitabh Bacchan with almost every other item that an Indian uses!), cricketers(not to forget Dhoni with a bat!) and other shit. But here we are with a common man-
no manicures, no facial, no flasy brands... Just a black and white. It basicaly reflects a normal life where dere is no grey... Cause from the start we are brought up by are parents in that way.
The typical Indian middle class mentality.
In the end I would just like to urge the advertisers that they should take cue from the Uninor stunt. After all maxium time of the telivision is covered by commercials... And we do watch it (even if we dont want to).
P.S- Not remotely related to food!!!!

Copenhagen and Liberhan... Bullshit!!!

Oh my god! The world leaders are gathering to discuss climate change. We will be saved at last! We wont end up 2012 . Sure they will come out with some solution this time. We may get a Copenhagen Protocol this time.Thank you very much. It will be life saving as the penicillin! This is exactly what we need. God bless us all...

And how can we forget the efforts of the Indian Govt. Which took so much pain to resolve the Ayodhya issue that the Liberhan report is coming out now. After 17yrs!(And that to a 1000 page report)!!! Sure it will be enlightning on how to tackle communal issues and i m sure it will heal the wounds of Babri masjid incident. And one suggestion.. Introduce the Liberhan report in the Indian school syllabus so that the tiny tots can benefit from it.

Sense the SARCASM!!!

You must have. Both the COP15( copenhagen) summit and the Liberhan report are an eyewash.

I mentioned both of them in the same article cause neither of these two are useful nor conclusive.

Its just a waste of time, money and resources. The ignorant in the danish capital have become so intelligent in the recent days that they too are discussing about global worming and the summit though they dont know the difference between OASIS and AOSIS(alliance of small island states)! Similarly the Liberhan report has gained mileage just because of media mumbo jumbo. After 17 yrs the report concluded the facts that were known and speculated before. It was just used as a mudslinging machine in the parliament. It was wordy not worthy.

The Copenhagen on the other hand saw the soap opera of global politics. The developed countries blamed the developing countries for their industrial growth which results in higher carbon emissions and vice versa. The blame game was on in both the scenarios.

What was the result? The result was that we got a F grade on our future report card. The politicians got to travel Copenhagen and eat Danish food.And not to forget for a brief period of time Former Prime Minister A.B Vajpayee was in the news again.

So who is the villain here? China? India? America? The Sangh Parivar? Or we ? Who are just silent spectators enjoying the show and watching our own downfall...

Just another day on the planet called Earth!!!

AGAIN!!!

First of all those of whom who don't know FYI SEHERI is an African word for celebration.

Before reading this write up i would like to make it clear to all my readers (though I have a very few of them! and I think they too just read my blogs out of sympathy!) that I am not a food junkie. Though I am a very big food freak. And there is difference between these two. Any ways all this blog is about my lunch at MC Donalds.

Cause of my luck i rounded up in a city like Rourkela(though it is better than a city like Silchar!) which limits my taste to very narrow cuisines . And due to global recession or God knows for what reason there isn't a single MC donalds outlet in BBSR . Not even Dominoes or a Subway! There is a tiny Pizza Hut in the invisible corner of big bazar which is only visible when viewed through a binocular but is hot enough to burn a big hole through your pocket!

While returning from Agra I saw a MC Donalds on the highway and i just couldn't control myself and my instincts. It was as if the reunion of two brothers separated at kumbh mela . I felt as if trumpets were blown as I pushed the glass doorway. I was ready for the momentous decision to decide from the mouth watering menu what was most suitable for my rumbling stomach and aching soul(which was crying for junk food since many days!). I decided upon chicken mc nuggets(6pcs)and a Mc Chicken meal.

Waiting for the food I thanked all the Gods I knew (even Saraswati ji! she might have been surprised) Taking the food tray to the table i carried it as if a mother carries her new born child. Then started the onslaught. Showing no mercy i took the largest bite possible of the burger(be careful, the mayo dripsand spoils your clothes!) and felt as if heavens were singing in joy and Christmas had come early. After each bite a sip of coke made me feel like I had attained moksha! After finishing, my eyes were still scanning the place when they fell upon the Mc shake menu. That was it. It had to be the last straw to break the camel's back. While coming out of the place i slipped past my relatives and went in to buy a Mc shake medium(which i repented later, should have brought a large!).

I enjoyed the chocolate milk shake on my way back( which was awesome) but lead to stomach problems later.

After reading this you all may have opinions of your own. But my opinion about this blog is that living in a place such as rourkela has made me such a despo that 1 visit to the Mc donalds made me write a blog about it which in turn wasted ur precious time which u could have used for chatting on g-talk and watching movies.

Gosh! i wasted another blog on food!I promise the next one wont be related to food in the most remote sense!

The Preamble...

So guys... here i am with my first blog. The name of the blog might sound pretty unconventional to you but it is a sentence that all of us use a lot of in our daily lives. May it be in Hindi or any other language on this planet. I being a student am a prudent user. The hostel food does not agree with the vaastu of my stomach as well as my taste buds.(As all of my friends will agree! Guys n8 out zindabad! N8 canteen zindabad!). I feel that perhaps every restaurant of Rourkela must have been lucky enough to serve us once. We are food striven hunger driven maniacs who just jump at good food. Courtesy - NIT RKL mess food.

I have drifted off so as to what will be my blogs be about. My blogs posted further will not be specified to a particular category or genre. They can be about the Harley Davidson launch in India or may be about the race to produce the I-Phone Killer. It may about Nissan launching its SUV's in India or may be about Bhopal gas tragedy that occurred 25 years ago and still the affected have not recieved any succour from the shameless penny pinching government.

The blogs may be about my reflections on life and my perspective about it. They will be purely my views not biased or copied I assure u.

I leave the intro short and precise. Just as the that the of Indian constitution.

P.S.- My blogs wont be las cumbersome as the constitution itself. Though i can guarantee many flaws in it!!!

Adios....