Its for you..

The alarm rings at 7.15 a.m. Confusion arises whether Mr. Confused (from now onwards called Mr. C), capable enough to snooze it without opening his eyes. What a challenge? Mr. C pats himself on his shoulder (without opening the eyes) for achieving the feat quite comfortably. True are the words of Mr. Anonymous (though not a part of our anecdote, but, I have read in many books that Mr. Anonymous wants to be anonymous to everyone) "Practice makes perfect". Mr. C has been doing this for some three years now and he is a pioneer in his own way. Mr. C is an expert in sleeping. His room is immaculately clean with no roommates, not even cockroaches and lizards. Every day before sleeping, he checks out whether his windows' curtains are proper, all peepholes in his door closed with bits of newspapers and his 1.5GB trance music started to play in his desktop. Once the checks are over, he says "good night" to the whole world through his Gtalk and reduces the volume to minimum and covers himself with a black blanket from head to toe.

Back to present now. Time is 7.45 a.m.

"Sir, Breakfast", announces Mr. Bakra-the junior.

Mr. C shouts back his refusal with an imaginary slap, with the door being closed and shoos Mr. Bakra-the junior away with all the words one cannot imagine to hear. Innocently, Mr. Bakra-the junior hurries to the 8.15 am class. One good thing about Mr. C is that he does not keep his door locked. Anyone needing anything, be it toothpaste, pen, pencil, A4 sheets, calculator, novels, tea cup, et al. can just barge in and take without disturbing Mr. C's dream sequence with the latest supermodels of his erstwhile institute. Oops, I forgot to tell you. Mr. C is pursuing his engineering in some God-damn course, as even God does not know why he took it in some hell-I-love-u place in Waste Bangal. He knows for a fact that at 8.15 am his' HOD's class is there in which he has the max attendance of 20%. It is a proud moment that he can afford to miss that class to match with the other classes' single digit attendance.

Time is 10.15 a.m. Mr. Pathi-Parmeshwar-of-Kanchipuram (let us call him Mr. PPK) and Mr. Radio-Jockey-Madan (Mr. RJ) comes into the wing. Mr. RJ was Mr. C's roommate since first year and he knows exactly what Mr. C must be doing. Mr. PPK would have definitely known about Mr. C's itinerary had he not fallen a victim to Amnesia. He kicks Mr. C's door wildly and starts pulling his blanket off him and tries telling his usual unsuccessful-unhappy ending stints with the class. Irritated Mr. C yells at him in such a way that Mr. PPK takes his bicycle and goes to the nearby temple to pray to the Lord to forgive him for committing such a sin.

Mr. Dhadhi (Mr. D) now comes into the picture after his cynical classes which taught him nothing, but, how to message continuously in the class to his Ms. Poo. Mr. RJ and Mr. C are sick of making Mr. D understand the importance of final year and the amount of time he must spend on a cell-phone.

All Mr. D had to say was "Bro, its just an incoming call, I gotta attend. Its my friend yaar."

Mr. C and Mr. RJ thought "Don’t know where this friendship is going".

They would not have known that Mr. D has fallen in love with Ms. Poo, unless he was not their first year roommate. Mr. Gambit (Mr. G), the consigliori of this whole group of friends comes dejected to the wing after being chucked out of the class and his roll no. noted for the reason that he could not walk as straight as his HOD in the campus corridor. Mr. G's mate (still do not know what mate, sources say that they broke-up, but, never spread rumors), Mr. Bladekanth (Mr. B) after fighting with Mr. Alitya (Mr. A), the other night over a small issue (I will narrate the issue too), got drunk. His drink consisted of 5 parts of water with 1 part of Rasna Nimbu paani. He got high and walked exactly like his HOD in the Mahatma Gandhi Road. Known for his antics, Mr. B caught the attention of his HOD who was walking down the same road. The HOD feeling sympathized by the drunk-driven-deformity, advised Mr. B to take off from the classes and watch the JFUC (Japanese F**ked Up Cartoons), to improve his walking abilities as the characters in those cartoons use mantra-tantra to fly. But, on the other hand his soul-mate, Mr. G got chucked out of the class for inability to walk like his HOD.

Few days ago, Mr. Liver (Mr. L), a champion AOE-player and an awesome footballer was playing a one-on-one FIFA'07 with Mr. B over the LAN and as usual Mr. B's D-button was not working. He lost the match 7-0 which was the worst loss of his career. As usual, in the dinner table, Mr. A pulled Mr. B's legs for his tragic loss. I personally feel that, that incident did not trigger the fight. Mr. A must have complained and cursed the mess food badly. Mr. B being a loyal member of the We-eat-the-mess-food-society (Mr. G was also a member of that society - may be that brought them together) was enraged and left the place with plates flying, for a drink to calm himself down.

Back to 10.15 a.m.

Mr. Placement-Rags (Mr. R) enters the wing shouting, "Hey, DOTA, DOTA, DOTA, anyone for DOTA????"

Honestly, I do not know DOTA's full-form. His face filled with questions of who all will join the game, but, not about the recent zero that he scored in the class test. There comes running from one corner of the wing to another, Mr. NIT-ian (Mr. N) and wakes up Mr. C and asks him, "Hey, Have you got DOTA installed onto your comp".

Mr. C growlingly dismisses it.

Mr. N replying in his Cypriot accent, "Hey, You are a big waste. All you know is Gtalk and girls. There is life beyond that too."

Mr. C shows him the tallest of his fingers of his hand to Mr. N. But, he is not bothered and resumes his begging for a DOTA-installed-computer. Finally, settled with Mr. RJ's comp and in the process Mr. N kicks out Mr. PPK and Mr. PPK is again anxious about completing his presentation for a seminar next month. Room-less, Computer-less, Mr.PPK slowly creeps into Mr. C's room and without disturbing his sleep sits on his computer and resumes his work. Finally, Mr. C wakes up with a letter from Mr. Stick-Message-Service (Mr.SMS), about him being treated badly the other day by Mr. C. Mr. D comes into the room and reads the letter loudly, "I just wanna say HI." Rest was undecipherable. Even, Mr. D, who has the horrible handwriting, did not have a clue. So, Mr. C woke up the man with the worst handwriting on earth, Mr. A. To his surprise even Mr. A could not decipher it. Mr. L enters into the scene. Do not know what Allahabadic-bonds he had with Mr. SMS that he read out the letter fully, giving importance to minute details as if it was a love-letter written by the newly appointed Biotech mam.

Putting an end to the issue and waving a "HI" to Mr. SMS, Mr. C and Mr. A left for their appointment to have breakfast at the Jhoops. On the way, discussing about the recent T20 champion team of India, they met the star of all these friends' hearts - Mr. Kuzhandhai. Busy with an electrifying project and some important work with recommendations for his higher studies, he signaled thumbs-up for his success in wooing the Director of the college to give him a recommendation letter. Mr. A had planned already – It is a party tonight.

Studious among these 12 attended the classes, which perfectly equated to the number that cannot be expressed in Roman numerals. In the evening, Mr. D cried for the first time after they all made fun of him. Then, Mr. PPK almost tried proving a point of postponing the treat due to some sentimental issues. Things followed and they all went for Mr. Kuzhandhai's treat and came back to their rooms singing old songs all the way from CR. A day to remember, humanly impossible to forget the others too. And they never had a group photo together because they believed in human memory which cannot be erased. That is college life and we all say "Love you ABI, you are our Hero".

Currently in

Mr. N - Amdocs, Cyprus (Lap dance Baby!!).

Mr. SMS - Noble teacher, CADD (Tamizh girls, beware of him).

Mr. A - North Carolina State University, USA (God knows what he is doing there).

Mr. G - Reliance Energy Ltd., Krishnapattinam (No work, paid well).

Mr. B - Wipro, Cochin (Bladekanth to Rajnikanth, Phew, Finally) .

Mr. PPK - Sesa Goa, Goa. (again unsatisfied).

Mr. C - Vedanta Aluminium Ltd. (as always confused).

Mr. D - Buffalo State University, USA (Still on phone).

Mr. R - DRDO, Pune (Deshdrohi Scientist).

Mr. RJ - Wipro, Bengalluru (Cochin ain't that far dude, Neel is there to take care).

Mr. L - CSC, Indore (But, lives in Liverpool).

Mr. Kuzhandhai - In our hearts forever..

Protect it to protect yourselves..

In this span of very short interaction with this outside world, few things that are more prevalent everywhere and you can find it in everyone. The summation of these few things exceeds in magnitude the combination of air, water, fire, earth and sky. Imagine few things that are a part of each and every one of us overpowering the nature. Is this what, that is leading to the so called destruction of life? Before answering this question, let me introduce those few things to you again, although they being inherent in you - ego, anger, agony, self centeredness, stress, cruelty, hatred and et al. Long long ago, so long ago, this family (I dunno if they are homosexual or heterosexual, but by following the code of nature, let us consider them heterosexual), were very scarce in this world. They were nowhere to be seen, but for a few places. The air was fresh, the water was clean, the fire was pure, and the earth was soft and the sky crystal clear. That negative family was suppressed by the beautiful qualities that men /women possessed then which were a gift by the sacredness of the nature. But, as time passed by we, the greatest of all species, the humans ventured into the balance and disturbed it. The nature was in its own mood, but, the imbalanced caused it to retaliate. Just like what happens in most Rajnikanth movies, where he gets poked by the villains, disturbing his normal life style, finally making him retaliate and subdue the villains and emerge victorious. This is what precisely happened. The don of everything, the nature was bullied by man and it is taking revenge on us by bestowing the family of negative qualities, the humans ever knew. Scientifically speaking, when we caused a disturbance in their balance, it reflected on us as the symbiosis was affected. As an engineer you can describe it as, the heat balance, mass balance, blah, blah, blah... were out of place and led to the release of harmful chemicals as a by-product of the failure models of the blah, blah, blah... The harmful chemicals, be it whatever it may be, reacted with the carbon filled-best mechanical device ever to step in the universe to change the way they think. His thought process changed and that’s how the emotions which are a part of that family were ingrained into us. My point is, don't get exposed to pollution, although its inevitable. It alters the way you think and tends towards the negative side. All is said about protecting the nature, but, less is done. We don't need to protect, but, let us not disturb it atleast. A pole vaulter doesn't win unless s/he fails. Here, nature is the pole vaulter. To succeed, it won't mind to fail. If it fails, we are into the dumps and that’s the end of everything. Save environment!! Save Mother Earth!!

A sincere Love letter to you for HER....

I love you. I dare not say these words in front of her. Oh, yeah, I had the courage to at least utter these words, but, never in succession. This is the feel from inside, but, never have I spoken or said “I love you”. Things were very fine between us in the beginning. I liked her more than what her liking was for me. My love for her transcended all boundaries. The time that we spent together was priceless and I could give everything that I have right now to get back to her. But, I could only wish to give. This negative attitude has for long prevailed in me and if given a chance, I will curb it. But, I know for a fact that this negative attitude will prevail in me. That is because; I have everything that I have right now, only after I became an unknown person to her. Yeah, right!! She knows so many people or better way to put it is, so many people know her, because of her beauty, her intelligence, her versatility, but, I am just a miniscule in front of her and it is very much immaterial whether I express my love for her or not. Now, I live very far away from her. Very far that only I can reach her, but, never she can and never will her. I remember and relish the time that we spent together. That big city, this small village, the pulsar180, the "Impossible is Nothing" attitude, the ice-cream parlors, the coffee shops and the list is endless. I cannot forget her. Now, I don't know from where the orders of avoiding came from. But, I have two wild guesses. The order would have come from the "Land of largest Uranium reserve" because of the nuclear deal or from the "Land of largest exporter of crude oil" because of the escalating oil prices. Yet, I abide by the rules and I don't disturb her, but, certainly I love her a lot. As Karla said, If fate doesn't make you laugh, then you are missing the joke. I missed the joke at first, but, not anymore. I now say without any fear - I love you India...

By

A longing N.R.I

Love @ first sight...

How many of us believe in 'Love @ first sight..".? Not many. But, scientifically its proven that love at first sight is due to the imbalance of hormones that causes a surge in the feelings of a teenager. I penned down my "Love @ first sight.." feelings..

Came she from eternity,

what has she got with me?

any bond of reality,

not necessary to be with me.

Sight of kindness,

face of brightness,

height of chillness,

all putting me in sickness.

Angel from the sky,

wants me with her to fly.

As she walks,

she opens up my locks.

Dived into a mirage,

further realising its a cage,

I couldn't manage,

with my full rage.

Gorgeous is she,

but, don't know how her character will be.

In the practical life of heaven,

my romantic thoughts are drowned.

Crowned as the queen,

wearing a jean,

she is my dream,

crossing me in seventeen.

"She is a fantasy"

as I used to sing the song.

She is really a one,

making me think along.

She asked me, "Did you see two books

and an album over there?"

"N-N-No", I said in a little fear,

standing just five feet near.

A pimple on her left cheek,

making me a freak,

thinking about how to seek,

started my mouth to leak.

Lavender flowers blended,

with lilies of night rendered,

all these have plundered,

with my heart will go on haunted.

Incidents, did connect us,

this being an eternal bliss,

as long as she is a miss,

I will live in her remembrance..

Love..

Does it need an introduction, a definition..?? It is Love that takes you to places or causes the downfall.. My sceptic beliefs on the immortal feeling, LOVE..

Love, only a mirage,

for the sixteen age,

after spoiling your range,

makes you pay the wage.

Love, a time waste,

if you are in haste,

you are ever lost,

even from the Yemen's list.

Love, a slow poison,

can murder you without any sign,

being a sweet killer,

kills you even before things become blurer.

Love brings hatred,

if you haven't tasted,

it whole-hearted,

then life becomes dotted.....

Cricket World Cup 2003

Its cricket again. India was World Cup runners. It was an awesome moment for us Indians. But, saddening part was also there that they lost in the finals. This poem was written during my eleventh annual exam.

Fourteen teams fight,

with seven on each side.

Each play six,

is what the ICC fix.

India making a quiet start,

but, ending the league with a bulls-eye dart.

Its all about beating the Pakis,

where each of us believe as luckies.

Everything behind Sachin and Sehwag,

but, our captain doesn't want to talk.

Zaheer and Srinath on their pacy way,

joined by Nehra at the blue moon bay.

Kaif and Yuvi, the blended youth,

also with Mongia, having in some faith.

Nobody could be compared to the THE WALL Dravid,

who will never ever become livid.

If Bhajji hits a six, a lion roars,

but, if Dada hits a six, a mouse squeaks.

The cup of joy is their choice,

Win the World cup, Come on Boys.

Fate of India

Mother India and her condition when I wrote it in Eleventh grade. It hasn't changed much over the years and we can still call it an evergreen situation..

India is great,

but, now, bribe is the fate.

From birth to death certi,

all should be in cash,

or few household things

should reach them in a rush.

Water scarcity on one side,

blood scattered on the other,

but, nobody ready to order,

not even to bother,

but, if it goes on this way,

soon India won't have any odour.

Match Fixing

This was a poem written by me when I was in Ninth grade. Cricket was hit by this huge controversy called MATCH FIXING. My childish feelings @ that point of time..

Match fixing scandal,

for cricketers its vital.

A group of Hansie,

can make cricket fancy.

Bribe is money,

they eat it as honey.

Not only very bad,

but also very mad.

For a six,

they will fix,

and for a four,

they raise a crore.

In amazing victory,

there is some mystery.

Cricket, a gentleman's game,

now, called in money's name.

Talk about cricket,

all the people neglect,

As a game,

it is a shame.

Abicool Inc.

DISCLAIMER:

This article might not be good to read. Its about a worst thing that can happen to the family and friends of a person who is in heaven right now. The date, March 25, 2008 was the second worst day of my life. The thing more undefined than death is the one trying to define death.

There are somethings in life that we would like to erase. There are somethings in life that we would like to treasure. Both the memories are stored at the same place, but, effectiveness in accessing them is different. Some memories stays pleasant but, some reminds us of acrid situations. Both the memories are part of the same life, but, one has the liberty to choose which one, he would like to be reminded of.

Sad memories are like alcohol. Once you get addicted you would like to have the more of it. Its a train of thoughts that runs very fast such that, although you try not to remember something, you would eventually end up thinking about it. It gives you a new high and you start blaming incidents, that shouldn't have occurred, but ended up occurring. If only I had a Time-Machine, I would have had my dearest friend Abicool sitting beside, giving me suggestions to move forward in life, no matter what the circumstances would have been. If only he hadn't chosen to leave the earth and remain in peace in heaven, life would have been an altogether different experience for everyone associated with him. The eternal truth remains the same, the 'if-only' clauses are not going to bring him back.

But, the happy memories associated with him will remain the same and he will remain in our memories as the ever smiling baby boy and I would like to carry on with these happy memories of Abicool, although its going to be an Herculean task.

Love you Abi!!!!!

Tribute to the Lecture(r)s...

Lectures taking a toll,

We just wanna have a free fall,

Watching them teach, we lol,

We wanna Rock 'n' Roll.

Neither they know anything,

nor we gain something,

Sleeping in the class is so soothing,

Getting caught should be the last thing.

What mistake did we commit?

Dunno whether we or they 'The Imperfect Fit',

They deliver by forcibly making us sit,

Better give on my head a nice hard hit.

Oh Jesus, please forgive us,

We can't take what the prof. does,

They wanna squeeze our juice,

But, we just wanna cut out loose.

Give me Capital punishment,

or the brutal life imprisonment,

Both are better than than this heavy taunt,

What is called the Lecture stint...