Modern Times

It has been a long time since i posted anything on this blog and the due reason was not any disposition towards blogging.I have been amongst the constant readership of Andy's and Dhole's blog.Moreover the Hindi posts by Pandu have been great.Its just that a lot of things have been changing and one realizes the occurrence and importance of those only in retrospect.We have all reached the throes of final year, the time of the great reckoning. The year when one gets placed.An amount is placed on our head...almost literally in an obscure way.People start planning for their future.The time again for serious exams and studies. Gre,Cat,Gate,Ncfm,Cds.......the list goes on.However the basic change in mentality that the brings with itself is one where people are actually getting prepared to leave the hallows of our Alma Mater.The bells have rung and soon it shall be time for us to make our leave and make place for the next batch to take over.A hundred sleepless nights, many a drunken brawls, innumerable trips, placement parties, exams and results, a whole Incident and Engineer still hold the defenses yet time wears them down day by day.We had taken this place to be our home and four years had seemed like an epoch.And the dream lies shattered now.I might be putting it a little to strongly but behind all the frenzied activities that final year brings up lies the sole reason that people want to make the best use of the fast running out period of college life that remains. And everything that happens says that this is the the last one time. Get it right or thats another day subtracted from the best years of your life.It was a dream we all dreamed and lived for three years and the time of the awakening is here. Yet i would not want my days now to be marred by such thoughts and plan to live it to the fullest.

So to you all,
Cheers.

DESI DEFINED

You are a Desi if you fulfill most of these-

• You unwrap gifts very carefully, so you can save and reuse the wrapping next year.
  You only buy Diwali cards after Diwali, when they are 50% off.
  You tape cards on the wall.
  You use the dishwasher as a dish rack.
  You eat all meals in the kitchen.
  You use grocery bags to hold garbage.
  You leave your shoes at the door.
  You have a collection of shampoo sachet.
  You never order stuff online.
  You own a rice cooker or a pressure cooker.
  You wash your rice 2-3 times before cooking it.
  You curse yourself for buying a ticket if nobody checks it.
  You reuse teabags.
  You have a drawer full of old pens, most of which don’t write anymore.
  Your parents never go to the movies.
  Your parents are never happy with your grades.
  You use coke cans/ refined oil containers/ paint or distemper boxes in toilets.
  You keep used batteries, and keep checking them time & again if they work.
  You keep most of your money in a savings account.
  You call an older person you never met before “uncle.”
  No one you’re related to is a music major.
  Your parents don’t realize phone connections to foreign countries have improved in the last two decades, and still scream at the top of their lungs.
  You cook in bulk.
  You never give a tip.
  Your can’t resist spitting on the sidewalk.
  You use Vicks/ Painjon/ Amrutanjan.
  You’ve been in a bus where half the people riding are outside the bus.
  Experiencing 20 power blackouts in a single day doesn’t faze you.
  You pronounce “wary” and “very” in the same way.
  You spew forth the virtues of India, but don’t want to live there.
  You can never dream of actually buying a software.
  You majored in engineering or medicine.

Note:This post has been copied straight off Pandu's blog(satyavrat.wordpress.com)

Drunk in Goa.

I wish i could drift on,
Drift on with the flow,
Let all waves flow over me,
Let the tide engulf my pride.

And the ebbing sea carries me on;
To never,never land.

Fishes and octupuses ,
And a few sea-horses too...
In never,never land.

A few Goan songs
And candlelit beer
In never ever land.

Fireworks in the nightsky
And the last cigarette butt;
In never never land.

Abroken pen,a wet diary
And an unfinished poem.
In my never never ..........