result of random time wasting and sickness...

Waiting... Waiting all the time.

till the clock tick tock begins to rhyme,

I wonder where the patience comes

to wait for the hour, to wait for the chime.

Still we wait, wait, for day, for night

for love, for hate, for smell, for sight

for honor, for revenge, for luck, for help,

for health, for wealth, for right for might.

Waiting is our favorite game,

we love to wait all the same,

when life ends in waiting,

who in the world will take the blame?

Waiting, waiting, then waiting some more

We while away the chances galore,

then one day we ponder, when times are up,

why didn't I keep a score?

Don't hesitate.

It's not worth the wait.

Live your life.

Face your fate.

*pardon me... I am down with jaundice. This is just a frustrating attempt from a guy who is fed up of NOT doing anything.

the girl in the bus...

Kolkata buses; they are hot and stifling and yes... overcrowded and noisy. I was on-board one, coming back from watching a movie. The rabble of people fidgeting in the background, fighting for some little volume for breathing, standing or just managing to clamp on to some piece of metal which would enable them to continue their journey.

I have always found that there is a certain lack of humanity in public transports: People are eager to finish their journey, its stuffy and hot and uncomfortable; fights break out , there is an air of irritation and frustration, you hear people cussing all around you especially when you have a large bag with your laptop in it.

It was such hostile environment that I was travelling that day. I was standing somewhere in the aisle and about four feet away from a girl who was sitting in a window seat. Another thing about public transport is that though it may sound ridiculously obvious; there is a tremendous lack of privacy. You can't help it ... there isn't enough places to look at. She was messing around with her phone and try as might as I wanted to avoid it my eyes would inexplicably go to her screen and the Extra Large Font on the large screen of her Nokia.

She had received a message...

I did not know from whom it was from but she was reading the message over and over again; staring at the screen. The message was "I am sry. But I am brkng up with u."

There she was... the girl in the bus... jilted by her lover perhaps... And there was I, feeling like a thief... looking in on moments of her private life.

She typed "Thnks for all the wundrful time we shared." and closed her phone.

I watched her silently from where I stood. If she was in anguish, she controlled it well. She looked out of the window watching the meaningless traffic slide by, trying to suppress some emotions that threated to burst from her in an instant. And I stood there as an invader of her privacy silently watching. Staring.

I could not see her face from where I stood only the profile. I could not see the pain in her eyes. I could not see the minute facial expressions one gives before they crack. Her hand reached up for the window. I thought I saw it tremor a tiny bit, a shiver and a certain lack of belief in her present state.

I was a mute spectator of the controlled implosion of her sentiments, of the deliberate deconstruction of her mind, it was like watching a castle made of cards being swept away by the wind; there was no sound, there was nothing which would say that a world, perhaps, was destroyed here. There was no evidence of melodrama, there was no hint of a tragedy.

It was like watching waves on the beach. The surface of the water often belies the strong current beneath I had learnt;What I had not learnt was that human spirit could mimic their very persona.

Suddenly she turned and looked directly at the culprit, the peeping tom, the pryer of her thoughts, the watcher of the whole episode; me. I tried to look away, but my mind was overcome with panic. My body seized up with guilt. My eyes could not rearrange their point of focus.

I was overcome with sadness which flowed from her eyes, my heart went out for her, but still wracked with contrition my speech had abandoned me.

Suddenly the conductor shook me by the shoulder. I had missed my stop. In a whirlwind of events that followed I was somehow off the bus, one stop further than I had intended.

I was dazed, I did not have an opportunity to look again where she sat. It was over as abruptly as it had begun. I was left as clueless as I was before.

I started to walk slowly back to where I had to go, but all the while my thoughts remained with the girl in the bus.

(picture courtesy Zindy @ http://zindy.deviantart.com/ )

Somethings I hate in Social Networking

Social Networking. The buzzword of today. Even this post is hypocritical in itself as Probably you will be redirected here through Twitter, Facebook, Orkut or whatever.

Trust me. I am not against social networking. Rather I spend much* time commenting on pics, lol-ing, sometimes even rofl-ing, liking, disliking, tagging, re-tagging, scrapping, poking, superpoking and watching popular videos.

(*much here means 65% of my online time.)

But there are some things which irritate me about social media networking. My friend Shrey already has said something related to twitter followers in one of his posts, but my rabble is not site specific.

Things that irritate me.

1. People who want us to join societies on facebook : Yeps. Join societies. Thats the best way to save lame puppies. Or Hate Jews.

2. People who play games via Twitter: Yes, that has started recently. Twitter-games. AAggh the Humanity!

3. People who put faces of kittens and puppies with misspelt language : I don't hate puppies/kittens. I just don't think they are worth a click.

4. Win 10000$ if you forward it to 50 people: I mean what do you do when someone sends you one of those? Also in this category send-to-50-people-or-you-will-die-last-friday and send-to-20-people-get-kissed-by-the-love-of-your-life. I mean I knew Google was a big and rich company. But how can they find the love of my life. (or kill me by some obscure cancer)

5. Sign it for a reason: Online Petitions. What does one get by appending your name to the long list of arseh***s . I mean... what happens? does this list go to the President afterwards?

I can't imagine the scene.

6. People who ping me after I have written DND : Sometimes I have even written DO NOT DISTURB and/or DISTURB AND DIE but the same thing happens in Gtalk.

X: Hi!

Samar: DO NOT DISTURB PLEASE.

Me: hi

X: wassup?

Me: busy.

X: k. just wanted to say hi.

Me: k

Sent at 7:50 pm

X: so when are your holidays?

Me:

7. StumbleUpon Shit and Fall in It : Why do people add free download lists to SU? Average day looks somewhat like this.

• 60 GREAT addons for Firefox.
• Why is Firefox better than IE
• Why is Chrome better than Firefox
• Why is Safari Better than Chrome
• Why should you shift to Linux
• Why Microsoft Sucks
• Open Office Downloads
• 15 Open Source Apps you will love

NO. STOP.

8. When someone forwards a mail to 100 people and does not remove the irrelevant email ids: So then you can see the whole chain of people all around the globe who have been duped into reading the obviously useless thing that that guy/gal sent in the first place.

So yo have to scroll down for like... forever to get to the useless part. Sigh.

9. Old Hoax News: Do you remember the time that mails used to come to not go to dingy movie theaters for fear of being infected by the HIV virus. Sometimes those ancient emails find a way back to your inbox.

Tell me if you have other pet peeves of your own.

Empty mind is a Devil's Workshop.

eating, gnawing, gnashing, gnarling;
staring in your face and snarling.
harking, barking, whistling howling;
then saying "how are you darling?"

Oh yes, this is Hell.
Oh yes, you might as well;
Accept how deep you fell.
Welcome to Hell.

The fires never stop here
The pain is naked and bare
Where life flees for its life
running hither there.

Oh yes, this is Hell.
Oh yes, you might as well;
Accept how deep you fell.
My Hell. My Hell.

Emotional {what the .... }

There is nothing more I like than to relax listening to some saxophone on my music player and falling asleep listening to it.

For beginner's I recommend Greensleeves by Kenny G. Really. Awesome.

Entertainment is perhaps a must-have for the stressed out lifestyles people follow these days. Explains why there is such a cut-throat competition between channels with respect to the so-called TRP ratings. I never knew what TRP meant to be honest with you; it means Target Rating Point (read more here).

There are many examples of newer and (?)innovative programs now airing on the hundreds of channels we have. There are about 45 news channels, all showing the same shit 24/365; same terror attacks, rapes, molestation, wars, crime, corruption, disease, famine, hunger, death and other kind of which is just summed up earlier as 'shit'.

Don't take it the wrong way... I don't mean to undermine the suffering of people here. I am just saying that does it take SO MANY channels to say the same stuff over and over and over. The money wasted can go to SO MANY relief works. Can't we have a few channels ( I respect free press) only?














News is perhaps a bad example of ENTERTAINMENT. Has anyone seen Bindass Channels Emotional Atyachaar? For those who haven't see here. It's basically a program in which a boyfriend/girlfriend of a person want a 'loyalty test'.

So basically the channel bombards the other person with hot chicks and handsome hunks to test if they don't go astray. And when they do (of course) they show the intimate moments to the person who ordered the test. That person cries, curses, slaps the other person, basically showcases an obscene show of emotions. Which you would expect if the love of YOUR lie betrayed you with some gal/guy.

It's EMOTIONAL PORNOGRAPHY. Yeah you heard me correctly the first time.

Take a person, rip them apart, and lay their emotions bare for all the people to see for entertainment. Can anyone give me a better term for this obscenity?

Are we so done for that for our "entertainment" these days we need to see someones life being crushed, humiliated, hurt and abused?

Are we so untouched by someone's misery? Their tears, cries and screams are the fodder for our emotional deprivation?

Are we demons, tormentors or plain animals who thrive on the pain and suffering of others?

Is this the modern lifestyle? Work all day and unwind by watching someone's life getting screwed.

WOW.

I mean what are we trying to watch here?

Did you ever pause to think?

Or perhaps its too late for you.

The Thinking.

Rasna asked me to write this blog...

although it will be more of a mixture of THIS ONE and THIS ONE but anyway who cares? I think I'll put up all the thoughts I have in mind right now and just blitz away on my keyboard.

hmm ... let's see where to begin?

I'll begin right at the start when we framed our events. I remember that we could not come across any good names so we just named them on whatever first impression came to our minds.

For those who dont know/remember
eXplore was Pandubbi
Xplode was Minesweeper
TribotX was Tri Robotics
Xtension was TheBridge
8Mile was renamed Aath Meel
Xants was Cheenti

they were a few colorful ones called Chhapak and other well invented words of hindi language but our coordis were a little sceptical about them so...

I remember our meetings to come up with these events, and how EXACTLY Xtension was formed ( wink wink @ Saurya ) and how we formulated an Idea about Xants at 4 in the morning at Chhedis ( Mith Palkush and me ).

I remember our meetings that took place on vikramshila top because the AC wasn't running in TRS basement. I remember meetings with the coordis , the all important funda meeting that I fell asleep halfway through...

I remember our apprehensions about starting planning and executing a fest. Could we .... Can we... Will we ?

I remember meetings with the subheads both the heavy and the light ones.

I remember handpicking one of the best team of first years I have ever seen till date ( yes you guys were better than we were... )

I remember a LOT of meetings a LOT of planning a LOT of work.






It's a lot of work.






but in the end when it's over somehow the sleep you get is very rewarding. It feels as though you did your stuff. It's over. as Amal would say no more bakar.

I really want to do what our coordis had done in the last year. Take retirement completely... :P




but something somewhere there is this feeling. It's unexplicable, strenuous, and mystical.
It's something which binds me to this team and it's people. Something very powerful.





I know at times I yell at people. ok... not at times... all the time. but then again....




If you had that feeling, you'd know. Some would call it Obsession. I prefer to call it Dedication. Be dedicated. And be obsessively dedicated. Then ONLY do you get success. Call it a pursuit for perfection. Call it anything you want. Just get your work done.

The advantage of Obsession is that it asks us no success, it works up no Pride and it jilts up no ego.


Being a Head who managed the what is known as 'Roaming' works. I can tell you that it's a thankless job.

People don't take notice of things working smoothly. It's only the hiccups that reflect bad on you. Not that it's a bad thing. But Yeah expect no thanks.

Coz if you do ... well you're not gonna get it.


Dear new Heads,

Probably, it was pretty evident, That I was the one that took your case so much. Maybe thats just me. Maybe I care too much. Maybe. I care as long as you don't mess up the things we have here. You people should be capable and prepared to the last iota; is the only thing I want.


Dear members,

I really don't know why you are scared of me; Really..
I haven't done anything to you... I have done nothing to you...
Ask the new heads. You'll know.


And yeah.

Anytime you need Any help of any nature not necessarily related to Robotix I am here.

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Just ping me when I'm not sleeping.

The tangent.

The tangent is a common tangent.
Rest is pretty self-explanatory...