Second Year :D

My past two weekends at K were probably the best ever. Partying. boozing and dancing till the wee hours ... listening to, amongst other things, an impromptu (and more importantly, an awesome) rendition of Nothing Else Matters by a fachcha in the OA amphi. ... and wrapping it all up with pan and apple flavoured Hookahs in the balcony, creating new philosophies with friends while the sun came up... filling with light the cloud-covered valley. Aaaah...what a sight!
Sleeping at 8 in the morning, getting up at 4 in the evening. Eating whatever, whenever. Doing whatever, whenever.

Is this what they call the bohemian way of life?? Is this a defense mechanism that the PGP2s adopt...having returned from the nerve-reckingly boring summer internships, getting a glimpse of what awaits them for the rest of their lives?? (Ahem..this philosophy is a by-product of one of the hookah sessions only...)

Who cares...the year has started in a great way. Looking forward to making it the greatest ever!

@Blatherer - hang in there dude! Second year's fun is in direct proportion to first year's misery!!

Run Devil Run!

Just ran a 5KM track to get an entry into the adventure club at Cal.

Though I couldn't complete it within the limited time, the good thing was that I actually completed it :D I never thought that I could do it. But, then, I never tried it.

Learnings? :P

p.s. damn! I think I have started sounding MBA'ish **yuck**

To Joka?

Reality is stranger than fiction. And, yet, there's a sense of tranquility that reality brings with it.

Till a couple of months back, everything was in place. I was to fly off to US, do my MBA and what not. My mind was so preoccupied with it that I started getting constant nightmares, thinking about all the work I'll have to do - cooking, cleaning, traveling and, yeah, studying. The Dollar-Rupee exchange rate was the first thing that I started noticing in the newspaper. And, the thought of leaving behind friends was haunting me. All in all, I guess a cocktail of fear, unexpectedness, excitement and sorrow started creeping in.

But, alas, things were not to happen the way I thought they will.

Rapid events flashed in front of my eyes and here I was, packing my bags for Joka - a small nondescript place in the outskirts of Kolkata. Where in Joka? The famed Indian Institute of Calcutta, or IIMC, as everyone knows it. Probably, a place millions dream to be and yet it seemed so incidental to me. The dreaded interviews and group discussions were, to be honest, okay. They seemed more like casual chit-chats and, at times, heated arguments. I guess they'll take there revenge once I am there.

So, here I am, off to IIMC Joka - the breathtaking campus of lakes, birds, rains, mosquitoes and, most importantly, the people.

People@Joka - Beware :P

Knock .... Knock ....

Anyone home?

Untitled Songs of Tyranny - Part 3

Just a mile down the road,
ran a small unknown stream.
And, though, it had its own beauty,
it was lost somewhere in between.

There were rivers large and glorious,
that weren't too far off.
And, needless, it is to say
he ran towards them with awe.

The water wasn't smelly or salty,
neither was it stale.
And, never, did the stream ever complain,
while serving him without a fail.

Yet, he build bridges
and bank for the river.
Forgetting if the stream
ever cried a tear.

The stream died a choking death,
before it turned into a drain.
Oh, how much it missed,
it missed for a rain.

A rain that would have made it flow
the one that would have poured all night
But, alas! the dream was too big;
too big before the river's might.

Untitled Songs of Tyranny - Part 2

Just as I started to sing,
I had those mellow feelings calm me down.
Blending with the music that played in the background,
they took over all the senses that remained.

Everything started drifting away
and everything became so subtle and calm.
And at a distance was that sound,
the one that didn't exactly call my name.

I still tried to listen hard,
battling stiffly with everything that came across.
But with each beat they faded away
both the senses and the sound.

Untitled Songs of Tyranny - Part 1

I don't have a story.
I'm still wondering why!

Nothing just crosses my mind.
I stand stupefied.

Is there any was there?
Don't ask me to whine.

Are we still wondering?
I guess that is right.

And, just as I started to pack my wares again.
There they stood in the darkness to snatch it all away.

Time has completed its cycle
and I'm still at the same stage.
Just wondering if it's time again
for me to sway away.

Chandni Chowk ....... Done
Neemrana Fort ......... Done

Too much work, busy weekends, sleepless nights, no partying, no doing-crazy-stuff, 18hours in front of a machine (which, by the way, is way more intelligent than me). I knew I had a crisis in hand. Some correction was required and it was required a.s.a.p.

I started off with a movie binge a couple of weekends ago (the post is somewhere down there. With no one posting, this blog looks like my personal blog :P).

Movies are fun but they are not fun enough. Point realized and it was time for some traveling.

First up, a trip to Chandni Chowk.

Exactly an year ago, I did this. And, I was doing this once again. Nothing changes in Old Delhi. The awesome choice of paranthas (aalo, gobhi, karela, bhindi, kela, papad but the one that deserves special mention is the mewa parantha–beat that if you can!), the walk in the busy lanes, the metro ride, the kulfi at Giani's. And to top it up, a trip to India Gate. Why'O'Why didn't I find this joy before?

One down, the next was a trip to Neemrana Fort.

Now, this was something that was in pipeline for a way too long time. But a 200km trip on a bike was something that I was scared of. So, after much deliberation and procrastination, my friend and I decided that enough was enough and we'll take our chances.

The start wasn't that good.

Just an hour before the decided time of departure, one of us was still dozing off. The situation looked dicey but we somehow managed it. So the ride that was supposed to start at 8:45 started at 11 :)

After passing the long barrage of trucks on NH8, we finally reached wide open spaces. Taking turns on the bike, we 'cruised' throughout the journey and safely reached the destination in 2.5 hours. Exploring around the fort, eating a highly-overpriced lunch, talking about what must have been those times like and deciding whether the 'thing' floating in the pond is a dead fish or a log of wood took us another 3 hours before we decided to head back.

While coming back, we were thinking about the great ride that we had but something surely was missing. So, there we went into a ditch (of course, with our bike). We did suffer some injuries but the laughing-at-the-time-of-tragedies took it all away (though, we realized after reaching home that we had injured ourselves a bit seriously and the bike still needs some thorough inspection).

But, as they say, even the fall has its own story and we might have a lot more falls tomorrow.
But, what the hell.
It was a heck of a ride! And that's all what matters.

(No Title Needed For This Nonsense)

So we're back to that time when me n blathy are the only ones who seem to posting on this blog (even if in a posting ratio of roughly 1:20). Where are rest of the weirdos?? Ummm...lemme guess. Bertie is boozing away the last few days in that mad house. Madmita is most prolly out exploring the scandinavian countryside (do they even hav it there?)...and Marvin, well...mugging away to glory!
Now don't get me wrong..this ain't another one of those "come on guys start posting!" calls. Nuh uh. The one area of thought time and experience have 'wise'ned me in, is that you don't ask people to blog on MH. It simply does not work. Though I do fondly reminisce those days of mad blogging...when the the only way to cheer up on a bluesy monday morning in office was to read up on the last late-night-sunday-post...Anyhow...life takes its turns and we move on to more 'important' things...
Now do not think that this post is drawing to a close. No sir. Am right now sitting in this Marketing Research class, least interested in the numerous data analyses being spoon-fed by the proff...and hence plan to spend one whole hour on writing up this nonsensical piece.
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Ok... the weird part is, that it actually took a lot of effort for me to think of writing about something un-related to a bschool, or philosophy for that matter. But then I remembered that I still haven't posted about my much-awaited trip to Goa last-to-last weekend. I still remember having dreamt of going to goa ever since i could pronounce it (trust me, it wasn't so long back). And finally I did. 4 of us, barely managing a berth in the calicut-goa train landed up on a 3 day escapade to India's very own Tijuana (more on that and Spring Break and why we too after 10th and 12th should have one too, some other day).
What followed were 3 days of 8-9 meals a day, gorging on yummy seafood and more. But unlike the expectation of being stoned/doped/drunk and partying the nights away, my days (and nights) in goa were spent lazing away at the beach or hotel or a nearby cafe'....which makes me wonder whether I've already become that old?? That, at the age of 23 I din't smoke one joint nor jived in a single party, in GOA!!???
Arrrghhh...am not gonna be all philosophical again. And hence gonna blame all this on my elderly and mellow company :-)...fyi, am not through with goa. Not yet...and next time, its gonna be wild.

i, blatherer.

It all started when I decided to give birth to my alter ego, allowing it to come alive on-line.

I wanted a unique name - something that described me in a single word; yet, wasn't too obvious to reveal my identity (Mr. No-sense-lazy-ass would have been too easy for anyone to guess that it's me).

Many people take the easiest way out and name themselves bond007, hellboy, sexy-babe, and the likes. But anyone, who knows me well, knows how much I hate clichés (at least in theory). And, so began my journey in search of 'that' name.

After much search, I stumbled upon a word - blatherer.
thefreedictionary.com describes blatherer as someone who talks foolishly/gibberish.

Fits to the tee, I thought.

I had the habit of talking non-sense; often, confusing the listeners on where we started and where are we headed to; lost in transition; circling around a square that has no corner - Got it?

But wait! Why am I writing this? Did anyone ask for it? No one seems to have an issue with the name.

Well, because the name has its own darker side - the one that's oft confused on what to say during tight situations, the one that's ready to churns out rubbishes, the one that redefines sarcasm, the one that almost lost a very good friend because of this.

I just hope that I'll always stick to the funnier part because the rougher side of the coin is too hard - for me and, more importantly, for the people around me.

Blatherer died tonight.
And, somewhere in the distance, the music faded away -

So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong

The right fit

I used to think I'm quite flexible and not-so-choosy when it came to making friends with people. Here, however, I've come to realise that it's quite the contrary. You just can't stand some people, while with some the closeness is more of a sine wave. Even the select group of people, the so-called close friends drift apart at the minutest of causes (or even without them), their void getting filled (though slowly) by others.
Why is it that school/college friends stay dearer than any latter ones?
Is it the idiosyncrasies attached with growing up and becoming more opinionated? Or is it the constant urge of people to mold others in their 'model' casts - something at which they continually fail? Hard to say...
An operations guru may say that the most optimum way to deal with these is to Stop Caring. Sadly, ops ain't my cuppa tea...

Whose value is it anyway?

Oft-repeated, fused and confused, values or value system, to be more precise, is something I never understood.

Everyone has a common stand on it – an individual has his/her own value system; right for one may be wrong for another.

But, what else?
Isn’t there a common set of attributes that are never ever spoken against?

Can ‘standing by your decisions and beliefs’ be wrong for someone?
Can ‘sticking to what you vouched for’ be wrong for someone?
Can ‘speaking the truth’ be wrong for someone?
Can ‘honoring your self-respect rather than ducking humility’ be wrong for someone?

Show me someone who answers affirmatively to any of these questions and I’ll show you a fool.

Of course, there are grey areas. Something that all the shiv shainiks of the world take advantage of. Divides on the basis of cultural acceptances and religious tolerations are bound to happen, especially when we have such a complex social setup. But, I do believe that if we probe harder, we’ll reach a consensus on what’s right and what’s wrong though someone’s voice may find lesser volume the other’s.

The V(alue) before the We. And the We before the I.

What you see is What you don't get

After a long drought, I finally ended up with 3 movies this weekend - Mithya, Control and American Gangster.

Though the three movies are totally disconnected, there's something that remains true for each of the 3 movies - All the three movies portrays characters that saw something and wanted to be that something, just to realize later that they didn't want it.

Mithya revolves around a struggling actor, VK who couldn't get a role in a film but ended up with the role of a gangster in real life. He hated it. Starts loving it later. And, then got lost somewhere in between. A very very sad end.

Control remains a well directed biopic based on Ian Curtis (the front man of Joy Division) - his musical journey, the sheer genius in his songs, the pressures he couldn't cope up with, a rocky marriage, an extramarital affair and his suicide at the age of 23!

American Gangster is your regular gangster movie but for the fact the guy who gets the booties this time happens to be a black and not someone from the Italian mafia (very much clichéd & done to death).

But be it VK or Ian or Frank Lucas, none of them never thought that they'll end up like this. All of them started on a path with a focus and a vision. They knew what they wanted. And, they were very determined at it. But then, life has its own twists and turns. You never know where you'll end up.

Maybe, what Shakespeare said remains true for all of us.

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;

:|

Well, that's what my response was when I heard about something that should have stirred every minute muscle and bone in my body.

Is it that I have become numb or is it that I have realized a larger goal that goes beyond the local highs and lows?

Re–Booted.

I remember myself making fun of people who went to these annual “boot-camps”, where one is supposed to slog for more than 19 hours a day to check whether he/she has it in him/her to make it to the top. The whole thing looked so phony, gaudy and, most importantly, useless to me. But unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, only time will tell), I finally landed up in one.

So, after the busy weekend that I had in Mumbai some time back, it was time for yet another busy weekend for me. But rather than talking about the boring details, let’s skip straightaway to the key takeaways :) (see, it got me already)

• Indian Engineers are the epitome of un-diversity.
• Fresh graduates are not fresh at all – be it the staleness in the way they think or the all-that-jazz image they have about life in general.
• Attending a talk at 12:01 AM is dangerous; especially after a sumptuous dinner that you had thinking that you’ll have a good night’s sleep afterwards.
• I am still good in talking crap with people.
• There are actually people out there who are far more clueless than me.
• I hate people who are clueless and can shout at a very high pitch.
  
• I hate Indian MBAs.

So far, So good.
The roller coaster has just picked up its pace :(

Wayanaaaaaaaad!

Flawless highways winding through scenic valleys and tea estates to little towns n caves n waterfalls hidden away in God's Own Kountry...that's how one can go about describing wayanad. This past weekend I took the best-ever bike journey of my life...100 Kms of pure bliss.
IIMK - Edakkal - Kalpetta - Chembra Peak - IIMK
Never did I imagine I could love my Avenger so much, be it racing through the straight stretches or winding down curves on the ghats, she held her own, showing the Pulsars of the world their true place...far behind! Sadly I forgot to ask someone to click a pic with me on my fav ride :(

@Blathy - Would have loved to have you along dude!

Phew!

This must have been one of the busiest weekends of my life (discounting the weekends when I sit in front of my monitor, exploring things that I haven’t understood yet).

To start with, an opportunity to fly after a very-very long time but I wasn’t scared (thanks to the loud gujju aunty sitting besides me and her army of equally loud kids). The Mumbai airport was like a fresh breeze of air, especially after having been through the Delhi airport experience. And, not to forget, the 35kBps free internet at the airport; thanks to it, for the first time in my life, I saw a youtube video in real time 

And then there was “wait” :(
First, a 2-hour wait for a friend at the airport. The next day was an even-lousier 4-hour wait, with me reaching for an appointment way ahead of schedule (5 hours, to be precise). Though, the day after that was surprisingly fast – things going past in a zap.

But, what remains unforgettable is the Cultural Learnings from Mumbai – PDA
PDA a.k.a. Public Display of Affection is something that I hardly ever noticed in Delhi and something that seems to be in abundance in Mumbai. I mean, have you ever seen a couple making out in the middle of a ‘family restaurant’? Man! Those guys deserved an applause. But at the same time Mumbai reminds me of religious extremists who fight tooth and nail against such displays.

Well, India never fails to surprise me 

Where is the real Blatherer??

I was shocked to learn that dear old carnivorous Blatherer has decided to give up food and stick to herbs and vegetables ... I think he is confusing grass and weed with vegetarianism ... our dear Blathy needs help. Kindly contribute to the Help Blathy fund ... please call 1800 - C-H-I-N-K .

Blank Noise


Blank defines randomness – empty spaces greeted by unforeseen events that zip-by without a meaning.



Blank defines completeness – thousands of entities revolving around anything and everything to create a sheet of noise that so-easily dissolves with the background.



Blank defines emptiness – spaces that are devoid of any character, either black or white.



Blank defines happiness – a serene environment with non-existence of any disruptive interruption.



Blank defines sorrow – the lull that follows.


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Continuing with the AM BE AY spirit...