Just Me

Yeah, that's what the post is going to be about, a few random things that have been on my mind..


I have a friend, no not a friend, an acquaintance is more like it.. and the bugger was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.. he has had everything in life.. a luxurious lifestyle, all his whims and desires fulfilled.. he alternates in b/w being proud of his life and being an emotional cry-baby... he happens to look like the male lead in slumdog.. and for the past week or so, he has been trying to be a smart ass about it.. hell who gives a fuck if u luk like that guy.. bloody loser.. all u have is wat ur parents have accomplished.. even ur looks u owe to ur parent's genes.. do something in ur life and then do all that talking.. go give ur jazz to some chick who might fall for it or sum dumbwit who wud be awed by u.. but not me.. please, please for heaven's sake spare me...

hell, why on earth did i write this? this wasn't supposed to be about any tom, dick and harry.. it was meant to be a post about me.. aarrghh..

i had been planning a trip to bombay on this weekend.. i should have been in bombay right now.. hell, i even booked the tickets.. but then, here i am, sitting and blogging in my hostel!! life sucks.. and i hate it when my vacation plans don't work out...

anyways, enough of sad stuff, time to move on.. after all life is not as dreary as am trying to portray it :P... and i guess one reason for it is that am back doing wat i like doing the most.. and i do it well mind u... it's planning and organizing events.. strategizing and shit.. working on ten different things at once...
all the effort that's going in right now is for Abhivyakti, the first edition of our theatre club's festival... even the story of how it came into being is an interesting one.. but most of u wouldn't be bothered to read about college politics and ego clashes.. so am not putting it down.. in case u wanna kno.. jus temme! :)

ohh and hey, i have been shoppin!!! had gone out looking for T-shirts for Abhivyakti.. was trying to finalize a deal with either with Rbk or Adidas... turned out the guys i was looking for weren't available that time.. so well, i just went from one store to another.. buying stuff and well, as u can guess, blowing a hole in my pocket.. :p
shopped loads of stuff... a wrangler shirt.. 3 casual Ts courtesy levi's and ofcourse the best buy of the day.. the iD floaters.. i jus luvv them.. hand stitched black leather.. epitomizing simplicity and elegance.. :D
ended up blowing more than the yet to be received first month's salary.. but hey, it was more than worth it.. and besides hadn't shopped for my bday and Diwali too.. hmmmmm...

guess the post been reflecting my mood as of late.. it's totally random! i can go from happiness to frustration and back in the blink of an eye.. something tells me i have got some unresolved issues in my mind.. need to sit down and reflect sometime...

I was thinking about how I perceive myself.. so i thought of this..

Take some of Jack Shepherd, quite a bit of Ted Mosby, add a bit of J.D. and a little bit of Alan Shore and mix it together.. wat you get is me!!

For all those to whom the previous line sounded like Greek, go watch Lost, HIMYM, Scrubs and Boston Legal.. and no am not telling wat HIMYM is.. hrrmmmmphh!!

I have been asked by Sid to write something or the other for Entelechy.. But I jus don't feel like doing it.. Sowwie mate.. i guess i am past that stage where i could will myself to write, now I have to be in that zone... otherwise all that i can manage is the crap like wat am dishing out now..

ohh yeah.. how can i forget this.. the original subject of the post! was talking to rachu a few days back when she said that she was feeling lost.. and then and there i came up with these lines..

anjaani raahon mein na jaane kahan hum kho gaye;
tanha tum, tanha hum reh gaye..

nice naa? i don't know where that poet in me keeps disappearing.. :P vaise just in case, if anybody of you has heard these lines somewhere b4, do lemme know.. have to sue the buggers for plagiarism!! ;)

The first day

Monday, 19th of January 2008, am always gonna remember this day. For this was my first day at office! Not any fancy corporate assignment but still, it was the first day of my paid labour! lol..

Now all those who are wondering what I have started doing, there's no need to be alarmed, it's just a TAship that am doing; TA bole toh Teaching Assistant.. the final year blokes who take labs for the juniors.. I know I know.. all those of you who know me personally are probably laughing their heads off right now.. Me?? a TA..lolz And that too Telecommunications.. I can imagine the look on ur faces people :P

And well the first day was interesting! For starters it happened to be the first communication lab in my B.Tech life that I actually spent 3 hours in the lab.. and God it was tiring!.. To top it, I was supposed to solve doubts about a software that I had never used before..lol..

It was actually fun though, to be on the other side of the line for a change.. people calling you Sir (it feels goood!!), and well if they happen to ask you doubts like the ones some of them expressed, it turns out to be even more fun..

There's this pretty chick in the group that I was assigned to, and we had even interacted a few times outside the lab.. I was carrying an impression that she was quite smart.. well it all changed during those 3 hours as i was subjected to the dumbest possible questions.. but hey, I have to be fair to her.. she did figure it out soon enough that I myself didn't know too much of that stuff, and just gave a lotta jazz to most students in response to their queries.. :P.. Hers were too basic.. even I could figure those out.. and most were just silly mistakes.. but the killer of all questions didn't come from her.. there was this gal who very casually asked a batch mate of hers to go and buy a lab notebook for her.. the poor soul came to me to ask permission to go and buy one.. and I was like.. dude y the hell do u need a lab notebook.. He got the look on my face and said mujhe nahi, use chahiye.. The gal then came up with a killer answer.. here it goes.. bookstore vaale se pucha tha, usne bola ki labs mein yeh notebook use hoti hai.. All I could do was stare at her in shock and say Grow up! u not in school anymore!

From the Pink City to that of the Nawabs, and everything in between... Part II

ON@TKS- The crazy 7 hours

Relax folks, I am not gonna do a Chetan Bhagat here... after all mera bhi kuch standard hai..lolz.. ;P

ON@TKS bole toh One Night at The Kalka Station... Again one of my fondest memories of the whole trip.. simply because I had never experienced something like this ever before.. and frankly had never even thought that I would...

Well we reached Kalka around 9 pm and had our dinner... Dad had non-veg for a change!! After all these years... :D (Am not recommending any restaurant coz there is only one decent place to eat in the town... a place called Shelly restaurant, a 5 minute walk from the rly station..)

Hmm so now we had about 7 hours to spend before we boarded the toy-train that was to take us to Simla... And so we obviously scouted for hotels... but to our dismay the ones near the station were full :( and the only room that was available wasn't worth all the trouble...

since it was just a matter of 7 hours, we decided to pass the time at the rly station itself.. and trust me on this, we couldn't have made a better choice... During the next 7 hours I explored the station as if I had to spend my entire life there, clicked loads of random and silly pics, even learnt the correct way of holding a kulhar containing hot tea... lolz...

And I cheat death...

We had been waiting at the Kalka station and having a look at the toy trains that were lined up. We were contemplating shifting our tickets to the 6 o'clock one instead of the 4 o'clock one; the seats were better and their was more leg space. But it meant two more hours of waiting. So in the end we decided to stick with the original plan.

Five hours later, when we disembarked at Simla, we came to know that the train coming behind us had derailed. It was the same 6 o'clock one. Even now I shiver to think that it was the same merry looking train in which i had clicked pics the night before...

I am the Boss!!!

One of the more adventurous things that I did on the trip. We were at Kufri, and the only means of transport there were the ponies. A guide used to accompany every two ponies, steering them. All was well initially. However suddenly my guide, apparently impressed by my riding skills ;P, decided that my pony no longer needed guidance!! For half the duration of the ride, I was actually riding the pony!! It was a liberating experience and tell u wat, it feels beyawesum :D ...

Ohh btw, the pony was named Tiku... :)

To the Anonymous Wanderer

This is my 100th post.. I never thought I would blog so much.. and well I had all but given up blogging, but then I rediscovered it, my blog was like a soothing balm that helped my scalding wound to heal..

O anonymous Wanderer, I don't know if you'll ever read this, but if you do, you'll understand what it means...

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

Oh btw, I have decided to change the url of my blog.. the next post onwards, the musings shall be available at http://rozzville.blogspot.com

@ Lanky.. I know it's not imaginative, and tell u what.. i dnt care.. ;P

From the Pink City to that of the Nawabs, and everything in between... Part I

Safety Paranoia

I was travelling from Jaipur to Delhi and the bus had stopped at the Midway. When the customary twenty minutes were over, the driver started the bus and revved the engine. He was all set to go but there was a slight problem; a couple of passengers were missing. The conductor made his enquiries, the driver honked his horn but to no avail. The passengers were getting restless. It was then that the issue of the luggage of those passengers came up. Apparently there were a couple of unclaimed bags in the bus. And lo! The passengers were after the conductor to dump them off, who after his initial relucatace, complied with their wishes. For the first time I saw first-hand what the recent terror strikes had done; they had instilled fear in the people's mind. They were simply too afraid to proceed with some unclaimed baggage in their bus. It was only after the baggage was dumped and a call made to the nearest police station that the bus moved on. I wonder if this fuss had been there a few years back...

Cafe Bikaner

For all the foodies out there, do try out the new restaurant at Bikaner House. It's at Pandara road and serves excellent food. Rozz recommends paneer lababdar.

And hey, the hardcore non-veggies don't be disappointed.. for it serves non-veg too.. and jab paneer itna accha tha, toh socho chicken kitna accha hoga.. ;P

Su-do-ku chicklet

This is one of my best memories of the trip. I was in the Delhi-Kalka Shatabdi quite content reading my borrowed copy of Maximum City. The seat in front of me, on both sides of the aisle, was occupied by a Sikh family. There was this cute young chick, naa chick is not right, chicklet is more like it, the youngest member of the family, who was enjoying herself a lot. Hopping around from one side to the another, posing questions to her dad, she was the epitome of innocence and free spirit. Her dad was busy with his newspaper and I guess she caught sight of a su-do-ku in it and for some reason was fascinated by it. And there she was shouting suu-do-kuu, suu-do-kuuu on the top of her voice. I looked up from my book, grinning. Our eyes met, and suddenly she was conscious of herself. For the next couple of seconds we continued to gaze into each other's eyes even as her voice trailed off and she shied away and hid in her father's lap.

This little chicklet once again made me realize how much I like being around with kids. I would have loved to have her as my younger sis... she was cho chweet..... :)

97.89

97.89, for the uniniated, is my CAT percentile... I don't really know whether to be happy or sad.. I didn't actually prepare for it, so I guess I should be happy with what I have achieved... But no I am not happy.. and am not sad either.. nor do I regret not preparing... I am just indifferent to this whole thing.. it just doesn't bother me...the only thing that i regret is perhaps the reason for not preparing... I guess I am angry at myself only because of the stupid reason that I wasted the months of august and september..

I know what I am capable of... But then I have always known that... there are many out there who have been floored by my score... not here.. not in the environs I inhabit, here it's just another statisitic...

I know I can crack any exam if i really want.. but there's the catch.. if i really want... I am just too lazy.. And I hate entrance examinations... I am ready to slog for any cause.. but when it comes to entrances, I just become irrationally lazy...

However I have had enough of this... I guess the stupid reason that made me waste the precious two months alongwith the 97.89 statistic has rekindled the fire within... No more medicority... here's my promise to everyone.. friends, family, and moreover to myself... Come 2010, be it IAS or CAT, I'll crack the goddamn thing...

What's in a Name?

Yeah, that's what Shakespeare had said, What's in a name... well nothing much actually, or a lot, depends on how you look at it. You may change all the names you want, but you remain the same person. Or, you may look at it this way; a change in name brings about a new identity, a new beginning, maybe a change in the way you perceive yourself.

Well if you think that I have pondered on such things before changing my nick, you are mistaken! Hell, the change was way overdue! alien has been a good companion and would be cherished. But now it's time to move on. So gals and guys, please put your hands together ( for the dramatic effect!!) and welcome Rozz!!! lolz...

And this is for those inquisitive beings who are gonna pester me for the choice of my new nick: Rozz is what I have been nicked on a popular social networking site by a gorgeous lady.. :D So well.. you know.. the choice was pretty much obvious... lol.. :D

And yeah, the earlier lost in thoughts pic wasn't quite suiting Rozz.. so well a change in pic as well.. ;P