Sunday, October 31, 2004

Me and Church

Didnt attend mass today.Its been more than an year since i participated in holy mass.Doesnt know why,i dont feel like going to church.Christ knows me inside out and he sure wouldnt keep me on his black list.
The work went fine and damn,it rained heavily.Got all soaked and shivering. All the days work and no payments received yet.Walked for at least 5km,auto tariffs pretty huge for my purse to afford and no buses from the place i work to Sudeeps apartment.From there hitchhiked till the place where i stay.Its all xperience.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

King Arthur

King Arthur- I liked it.These days I prefer watching epic movies.Got plans to go for Vaastu Shastra,another Ram Gopal Varma flick.Guy knows how to make movies.
Started reading "The Inscrutable Americans" by Anurag Mathur.The book is all laughter...Seems like Indian writers are striking it rich.
College is pretty good these days,the seniors feel like they have had too much of me.No ragging these days.

Finally At Last !

I went for the part-time job today.Aint a great job,but has to stick with it at least till by resources get replenished.my boss wasnt much bossy,but christ his wife's attitude is like that of a jumbo truck;dislocating poor pedestrians(she looks cute though).Tried dominating with english and i went first on the deffensive but then a later thought made me to call my shots.Afterall i studied in a great school,why be feeded crap from a convent educated mem-saab,with her crap language.Its at moments like these that i thank my school,all my english teachers from KG till my 12 std.
All tired.A good shower and then on to bed.
oops i forgot.I met a strange gal at my work place.Another Theresian ofcourse.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Web Of Life

“Web of our life is a mingled yarn of good and evil together”. The renowned English literate Sir William Shakespeare said these words. Now don’t come up with a conclusion that I, the writer am a guy well versed in literature and classics. I’m jus another ordinary being whose only knowledge is the experience that I’ve had in life. The starting line was there in the cover of my English textbook of 12 standard and it got embedded in my heart as the cover turned aged with the graze of my fingers on it.

Now the whole thing is about resolutions and keeping to it. I’m just another mortal who make brave resolutions, follows it for a week and then discards it. The maximum I’ve ever kept to a resolution is 68 days. I always feel that the happiness I’ll get someday isn’t worth the pain I undergo to keep my resolutions. I discard resolutions and I just live my life king size. I want to come up in life, I want to touch the stars and feel the sky and I really want to soar high up in the skies. I recently read “it’s hard to soar with eagles when u work with turkeys”, the turkeys with me are my laziness, my don’t care attitude and mostly my failure in keeping up with my resolutions.

Friday, October 15, 2004

College Lingo

1) Buji - Book Worm / Geek.

2) Ice - Gorgeous gal.

3) Calypso - Guy whose natural behavior is irritating.

4) Éclair - Guy who is all sweet to gals; “lives life the wooing way”.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Ladoo distribution

the KSU guys distributed ladoos in class today. after the enigmatic performance by SFI guys ytrday,i believe KSU is much better. man they give ladoos...
wat shit?someone gotta make sense.ny stinking college and stinking politics..damn assholes.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

L.L.B. The Real Story

You pump your right hand in the air to show your happiness and then you celebrate by gulping down a coke. With a somewhat modest 12th standard average and a non-zero score in the C.E.E., you land yourself in a law seat at one of the four colleges in Kerala. You feel you have emerged victor in your war against reservation-be it for females, S.E.B.C’s or the divine combination of both. But if by any chance you are in it only because mom insisted and your interest is in the dough you think of making after a long treacherous road as a lawyer, think again!

You report to your college, bright-eyed and merry. You notice this person standing outside your class- he has combed hair, is sprouting out a moustache and wearing khadi ‘mundu’ and shirt (both white, as if straight out of a detergent add). His appearance suggests he is a Gandhi devotee. So you go up close to him only to find that he is an imposter. It’s only the first of your surprises. Slowly you start adapting to the professors, obsolete syllabus and the environment. The Photostat guy in the next building becomes your best friend, coz most books are expensive and then not even the experts in the university could decipher the syllabus and suggest a basic textbook.

Seniors look at you like insects (not all the majority). The reason they hate you is that they think that you are getting ahead of them in life. Now you can’t blame them, with the entire course lagging and waiting for almost 8 months to appear for a semester exam, you too would’ve felt the same way. Their frustration comes out in the form of abuse (lots of new words to learn from). They soon check you inside out for dough, getting their hands into your meager funds, they find a momentary victory- they’ve got the better of you. You try and take a fresh breath outside the campus and the cold-blooded seniors further irritates you. Attendance becomes a liability and dreaming about school is the only thing you do in the ambiguously orated lectures.

Your first smile surfaces when you manage to go (without being followed by seniors) to the so-called ‘happening place’ in the neighbourhood- a coffee shop. But when you see the girls from the nearby college harmonizing their claps in sync with the rock beats, you wish to yourself that dinosaurs weren’t extinct and they could be whistled to come and gulp you. And as they clap their hands (the Mallu substitute for head banging) you argue to your city bread friend: “as long as they are enjoying,” only to be shouted down by loud demands to the guy near the music system for K3G songs.

Now your social life is struck, but heart beats on. You pacify yourself by saying that a social life is secondary in a professional college, and it’s what you learn that matters. Thus in the hope of attaining a worthy L.L.B. degree, you stay on. But in five years of last minute journal submissions, xeroxed notes, suddenly announced assignment dates, unpredictable and fluctuating university rules, exam postponements, outrageous examinations, display of results when least expected, backlogs, year drops, protest marches and protest sleepovers, you know for sure: Regardless of whether or not you are ready to be a professional liar, you are ready for the bitch, that is life.

Monday, October 11, 2004

dhoom

went with great xpectations,but it was quiet a trash.the only things worth mentioning is- the suzuki bikes,esha in a bikini and john abraham.
nothing else stands for the movie.

a break

was busy with classes and aunts disease.she has Adult Respiratory Distress Syndrome and man i am hearing it for the first time.trips to bangalore and christ i am tired.
we had a protest march even today.reasons -unknown.
my studies suffering badly.feels tired most of the days and bed is a dream destination.
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