Ever been in a situation where one moment you are happily wading through life oblivious of the world around you and then the very next moment you find yourself in an extremely embarrassing spot. Happens to me pretty regularly actually because I, at times, simply forget that there are people around me and that what I say/do when I'm lost in my own sweet litle world could be taken very differently by those around me. Anyways, enough of a build up (I'm starting to feel sleepy myself :)), this is what happened...

So here I was fresh from a nice long stay at home during Diwali, happily singing my way out of the nearby mall. The joviality of my mood was heightened by a good ol' McChicken making its way down to my stomach. As always, I was having a friendly little chat with a friend of mine(lets call him Martyyy). At one of his comments I did a good ol' woooooooooo. Nothing wrong with the poor old exclamation except that at the very moment I said it a hot babe decided to cross between us, making her way to the mall. I, obviously, did not notice this but apparently the babe thought I was a tapori and gave me a look of disgust. I mean it is quite disconcerting when you realize that a babe you dont even know is frowning at you. Anyways, being the hard nut that I am, I took it in my stride and decided to carry on with life as usual. But then, my eyes fell upon Martyyy who for some apparent reason could not stop laughing. Being blessed with an extremely sharp sense of deduction it took me only a few minutes before I realized that there could be a connection with the babe's frown and Martyyy's laugh. Further questioning revealed that my innocent wooooooooo had been timed to perfection and the babe apparently thought I was some road-side tapori making a pass at her.....some people are really self-absorbed I must say....I mean one could just as easily be wooooing at the nearby auto-driver or something.

And u say engineers are Dolts!?


With us , the pseudo-kangaal janta of NSIT lapping up the lucrative campus offers and upgrading ourselves to professional-hood, there came the brilliant idea of having the birthday treats we had been so methodically avoiding in college!
Describing here one such night of total bindaas-ment :
So last month the stars aligned themselves for one Mr. Bertram's Budday(nice spelling......courtesy one Mr. Blatherer).
And bwoy the evenin' was fun......it is imperative that I must say at this point that we people surely have learnt the skilfully absurd technique to have a blast - I mean just imagine, smuggling in vodka under the guise of a 7Up into a family restaurant - or rather a sip of it - and then fighting for it right in front of the manager.
Dancing(!!) - and actually competing while at it- on a video game.
Or struggling with but refusing to give up the damn chopsticks for a chinese culinary conquest.
Not to forget a head (etc.) spinning ride on a Rodeo Bull for some of the elite group members !!!

Hate to say this but, though there were no girls around, the night was right there on the top amongst the most fun moments I've ever had.
Cheers to us!

Friday bash!!

Every month or so, our company organizes a Friday bash. The bash is supposed to be a dance party with a DJ and some disco (sic) lights thrown in.
People enjoy it. I can see them sweating their ass off, showing all the tricks in their jacket, basically, to impress the fairer sex.
And the music - some cheap film music and the oft-repeated Punjabi numbers.
For once it was OK, but now I'm really frustrated with the DJ playing the same play list every time (shuffling a song here and there) and the people shaking their asses even more religiously.
Why don't they change the music? Some rock, trance, R&B won't hurt anyone (and please don't play summer of 69 in the name of playing rock once again)

So much for the people who thought - Engineers were rockers :(

The whole new breed of engineers is sick.

They love money, hindi dhin-chak music, think that listening to summer of 69 or wearing a Metallica T will make them look cool and hardly have any passion for what they are doing.

Suckers!!

Stumbling through life!!

So it's a cherry'ol Tuesday morning n inspite it being cold n foggy i am happily skipping along to my bus stop whistling 'the sound of silence'......well the bus finally arrives n i walk in, i trip on the bus stairs n next thing i know i am snuggly in the bus guy's lap(actually i don't know his actual designation.....technically he could pass of as bus the conductor but kinda not sure there)....not surprisingly he is not amused n i look up to see the bus guy looking weirdly at me....well actually both of us have a bit off a history....

Couple of weeks ago my specs broke in the office.....anyways i am in the bus chatting along when somebody asks me to ask the bus guy to lower the damn radio volume...now i have pretty much a hawk's vision even without my glasses but at the time it was getting dark n the light in the bus was switched off.....so i go n tell the dude to lower the volume....while coming back i step on a randomly lying woollen piece of cloth......ohh ok i think that while brushing past ppl i might have dropped somebody's cardigan so i pick up the cloth n i am abt to give it to the guy sitting in the next seat when i realise that i am standing in the middle of the bus with the bus doormat in my hand......well ok agreed that it is a fine piece of persian craftsmanship n one hell of a rug and i am one of those real smooth n slick guys but this is the kind of situation most blokes will want to avoid being in, so i dropped the mat coolly and confidently walked back to my seat....no damage done.

However, since that day the bus guy has been keeping a sly eye on my movements, infact out of his concern for the doormat he has shifted it's position away from the seating area and towards the driver. I myself planned to be extremly casual abt the whole thing n keep a low profile......so falling into his lap wasn't the smartest thing. I think last has not been heard of this issue given his concerns (genuine too) for the doormat n my uncanny habit of....yeh stumbling thru life.

The Cake Theory

It came to me after a discussion with some friends about how guys tend to talk differently to girls vis-a-via other guys. Thinking about it made me realise how how we do it all the time...it's pretty similar to how all of us wear these different masks kinda stuff we hear about.....only i find that a bit freaky n this is much easier to digest (literally!!) ......anyways enough with the build up...here it goes.

All of us can can imagine ourselves to be a cake.....one could be a dry, crusty'ol cake or one those real rich extra sugary, syurpy n choclatey ones.....so we are all cakes n we offer slices of us to the world....i mean the ppl we interact with who one could say are also cakes themselves but...ok let that go for now.
I offer nice icing wala part to strangers which is all shiny and good to look at but is just an exterior thingy....its not the real cake rt..its all sweet n n all but melts away pretty fast and u can't have too much of it. To friends i give the nutty and soft parts depending on the kind of friends with the size of the slice being proportional to the importance of that person in my life.

All this in no way means being a phony with offering ppl different slices of n all that stuff......no sir that case is equivalent to being two different cakes...kind of ppl we meet from time to time....but is probably not gud and terribly inconvinient too (imagine being two diff types of cakes)

Obvious question is ofcourse which type of cake one is....although ppl from time to time think i am a total fruitcake.....i would think of myself as a choclate truffle or a rum plum cake :)

The Beginning.......

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.

Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

Around four years ago two specimens of this species – Abhishek Dimri and Kshitij Sanghi met in a loved-by-all-who-go-to-NSIT-from-South-Delhi bus (route number 764). After sizing up each other in between regular friendly traffic jams, dopey conversations and standing coolly in the tightly packed hot n airless chambers that pass off as buses we fellas realized that they we are chips of the same block.

Unfortunately for our college mates we soon discovered another thing in common, that we both liked quizzing. For two years we inflicted our insanity on our peers by organizing 2-3 quizzes every year, generally A/V which were a more convenient n acceptable name for crazily, sadistically thought out random questions ranging from rock history n appreciation, Dougals Adams, PG Wodehouse apple advertisements among other topics under the sun. These quizzes received what are called friendly-brickbats and characteristically ended with a loud ovation followed by a couple of threats to the quiz-masters.The role of our third partner in crime & rock n
automobile expert Bhupesh P is to be acknowledged here.

College is over n all but gems like us still want to share our hard earned, arbit half-baked knowledge about general thass.