Ok sorry guys for being late but u know sometimes I work for my living and for that I have to pretend that I am working so got delayed in releasing my next episode ….daily routine.
Ok lets start from first year…which is the most interesting and when we all 106 of them got admitted in the cage of our college after leaving their home, it was really exciting which was coupled by the sad toppings of leaving their home.
Anyways so in the morning we have to get up at 5.30 router/hooter( I never get the spelling of how to pronounce),siren and we have to get up and get ready for the morning PT. Just by writing and the flashes of memory are coming to me as being an very horrible experience. In the morning when you have developed the habit of getting up at afternoon and then suddenly you have to get up at 5.30 its really horrible…..still horrible.
We people at IIT when preparing for it are supposed to be late nighters or night creatures but for getting up early in the morning is like torture.
However one thing I should mention that our bathrooms are very magical and romantic. The latches were not there in the toilet in our Sadan (faraday) and we have to literally sing or put our hands on the doors so that someone should not come in by kicking the door and if you are not careful then there goes bang the door either on head or …….And on top of that some friend of mine had put very beautiful voluptuous chastity picture on the door. So in the morning when you are shitting you happen to see her and then I have to ( I don’t know about others) end up doing my extracurriculars after that….sometimes I think that also negates my health development….
So that’s where the day starts and we have to fall-in in the quadrangle around 6.15 and move towards the ground like a neat pack of herd. And then where the exhaustive PT starts which we cannot escape because there is a roll –call at the end and in the starting. Though in the after years we had learned the art of giving proxies of which I was also one of the masters and which means a great banana again. Why because if u had mastered this art then you have to be there to give proxy of others and hence others enjoyed the benefit of not being so smart.
Then after taking rounds and rounds and exhaustive PT, then morning fallen and then class and then by evening 4 we were free like birds(may be ) and then evening fallen by 8.30 and then sleep.. It seems like very simple and easy routine but these are just the norms which we have to follow like religion and in between that the rule fo jungle always prevails. The possibility of being caught by the seniors anytime and everytime is always there. Whosoever didn’t get caught at slept at around 10 is considered to be lucky and we fellas envy him for his peace of sleep which he had got. While in the morning when we get up we don’t know when we would be able to sleep today or whether we will be able to or not was still a question………..
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
little Status update
I must have thought this that how come Mr. Kaamdeva is so sympathetic with my current hopeless condition. U didn't know but if we fail to have a girlfriend then our condition of being a normal man comes under scruitny. Our smartness, hard skills to get some soft partners will be under doubt. There are people who had declared initially that they are not in the rat race but still will be interested in some quick work for which Calcutta is one of the hub and biggest in Asia (Near Girish Park). And we entered in the rat race and no matter if we wins also we are still a rat.......but here I was the last fellow in the race.People whom I thought are less privilaged by god in terms of looks and talks had also completed the first round and gone into second round.
And here I was worrying, screaming, raving,panting and whatever words are there for similar condition of mine. Every now and then we were burning midnight oil not for study but for knowing who else had cleared the first round.
The daily routine becomes like Morning 5.30 when u cant even get up from your bed, you had to get up and get ready for a PT which was like hell at that time ......well i think let me take a stroll on our daily routine which if i didnt wrote about it, will be like doing injustice to you also as it will also gave you an fair amount of feeling of how our life was in those days which seems like more torture during those days but now appears like a golden age when we lookback in our life...... so folks just wait a little for gold to come.........keep reading and posting a comment...and giving me a feedback on how should i proceed....did i started boring you.....
And here I was worrying, screaming, raving,panting and whatever words are there for similar condition of mine. Every now and then we were burning midnight oil not for study but for knowing who else had cleared the first round.
The daily routine becomes like Morning 5.30 when u cant even get up from your bed, you had to get up and get ready for a PT which was like hell at that time ......well i think let me take a stroll on our daily routine which if i didnt wrote about it, will be like doing injustice to you also as it will also gave you an fair amount of feeling of how our life was in those days which seems like more torture during those days but now appears like a golden age when we lookback in our life...... so folks just wait a little for gold to come.........keep reading and posting a comment...and giving me a feedback on how should i proceed....did i started boring you.....
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Kaamdeva's wicked Smiled
Haan to Kaamdeva finally smiled or you can say that rain is expected in Sahara...doubtfull seems..similarly for me also..how come all of a sudden Mr/Shri Kaamdeva smiled at me..how come....Now I am sure that in my earlier life I must have checked upon the girlfriend of Mr Kaamdeva otherwise why he always does banana for me, I couldn't understand. Thats why I stopped eating banana, since I am already having it through other routes.......And frankly yaar its not the matter of chatting only, no matter in what field let it be, there's always a beautiful yellow banana ready for me. I think I should have changed my communication address to Banana island on a Banana tree eating a banana and shouting with mouth. By the way people have started calling my room to Banana Island and we had genuine members, who were also like me was tormented by Mr. Kaamdeva.
Iam sorry for boring and beating you a lot but yaar its my life and banana is an eminent part of my life infact a few other life also,so please let me introduce the Banana commitee which we have formed in our batch. The members are Mamu, Nintu,Uma and others. There are many temporary members who will just come and go for a short while. But we four are the eminent and key person of the Banana Commitee and our headquarters are my room (ground floor,room no. 7). I guess we were not nuts, we were bananas.
Anyways coming back to the story..so I asked about here ASL(age,sex,location). I still dont know why I had asked this because no girl tells about her real age in chatting, and sex, I already know that she is a girl her name was ISMA( name changed). Anyways location and age factor was important as it will decide whether she has to assume an active lead to be followed aggressively or she should go in the cold bag.
Pakistan.....she was from Pakistan. It dropped like a nuclear bomb on my first ray of hope. It seems like instead of getting sunlight I was targeted with a laser beam. I dont know what to say and how to react.
I just want to know how should i react... its a thing of the past i know but i still want to know about your opinion, if you were in my place then what would be your reaction...... do let me know........
Iam sorry for boring and beating you a lot but yaar its my life and banana is an eminent part of my life infact a few other life also,so please let me introduce the Banana commitee which we have formed in our batch. The members are Mamu, Nintu,Uma and others. There are many temporary members who will just come and go for a short while. But we four are the eminent and key person of the Banana Commitee and our headquarters are my room (ground floor,room no. 7). I guess we were not nuts, we were bananas.
Anyways coming back to the story..so I asked about here ASL(age,sex,location). I still dont know why I had asked this because no girl tells about her real age in chatting, and sex, I already know that she is a girl her name was ISMA( name changed). Anyways location and age factor was important as it will decide whether she has to assume an active lead to be followed aggressively or she should go in the cold bag.
Pakistan.....she was from Pakistan. It dropped like a nuclear bomb on my first ray of hope. It seems like instead of getting sunlight I was targeted with a laser beam. I dont know what to say and how to react.
I just want to know how should i react... its a thing of the past i know but i still want to know about your opinion, if you were in my place then what would be your reaction...... do let me know........
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Next Episode
chalo lets get back to the track.By the way after reading the above lines , I felt like encouraged. Iam not that bad after all. At least i can read what i had written for the second time so you people can always manages for one time.
Oh yes the story, so it goes like finally i was introduced by my batchmates ( Shukla who was a fantabulous singer once) to the internet world. Wow it seems like but more engulfing and intoxicating than anything else. Yahoo and Mirc was the fad at that time and it was rumoured that most of the girls on internet are probably found on internet with the success stories, but who knows the authencity of it and infact who wants to know the authencity of it. We were like a traveller in a desert walking for along the lines of single ray of hope whatever trickels at that time.
So I was born in the virtual world with Yahoo my Father and Mirc My mother. Then I learned the art of chatting by my roommate (Mamu aur unke saathi). Every city-leave (weekends) we used to sit or rather shit on internet for about at least six to eight hours. See I told you in our batch of DMET 2000-2004, every one was laboriuos as the other one. After all we people had just slipped from IIT Entrance Exam( nice rationalisation). So brains are assured, functionality whether half or fully functional is still a debatable topic.
Passion,dedication,focus for getting a girl friend was our only aim. I guess this is an universal aim for almost all the boys living in India especially and similar country where to get a Girlfriend who in future will not be marrying you was a herculean task at our times. Things have changed a lot these days and our younger brothers turn out to be scoring more on the grounds on which hardly managed to open a single account. Should we feel jealous, no I dont think so.
Anyways so while I was fishing on the internet in hope of getting a good girl or a girl at least which I also know was like an oasis in sahara and you should admire our dedication that in most cases if we get successful in getting friendly with a girl on chat she turns out to be a boy using a girl chat handle. But we manage to keep our dedication unsevered by the odds.
So finally Kaamdeva, the god of love smiled on me and I got a lead with which I chatted for three hours. And this also reduce the doubt that she could be a boy just playing with our innocent sweet little hearts filled with hope and aspiration.
Oh yes the story, so it goes like finally i was introduced by my batchmates ( Shukla who was a fantabulous singer once) to the internet world. Wow it seems like but more engulfing and intoxicating than anything else. Yahoo and Mirc was the fad at that time and it was rumoured that most of the girls on internet are probably found on internet with the success stories, but who knows the authencity of it and infact who wants to know the authencity of it. We were like a traveller in a desert walking for along the lines of single ray of hope whatever trickels at that time.
So I was born in the virtual world with Yahoo my Father and Mirc My mother. Then I learned the art of chatting by my roommate (Mamu aur unke saathi). Every city-leave (weekends) we used to sit or rather shit on internet for about at least six to eight hours. See I told you in our batch of DMET 2000-2004, every one was laboriuos as the other one. After all we people had just slipped from IIT Entrance Exam( nice rationalisation). So brains are assured, functionality whether half or fully functional is still a debatable topic.
Passion,dedication,focus for getting a girl friend was our only aim. I guess this is an universal aim for almost all the boys living in India especially and similar country where to get a Girlfriend who in future will not be marrying you was a herculean task at our times. Things have changed a lot these days and our younger brothers turn out to be scoring more on the grounds on which hardly managed to open a single account. Should we feel jealous, no I dont think so.
Anyways so while I was fishing on the internet in hope of getting a good girl or a girl at least which I also know was like an oasis in sahara and you should admire our dedication that in most cases if we get successful in getting friendly with a girl on chat she turns out to be a boy using a girl chat handle. But we manage to keep our dedication unsevered by the odds.
So finally Kaamdeva, the god of love smiled on me and I got a lead with which I chatted for three hours. And this also reduce the doubt that she could be a boy just playing with our innocent sweet little hearts filled with hope and aspiration.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Little ME
Hello, how’s you doing. I think life is going tough day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute and moment by moment. I know its really getting tough but sometimes I really wonders that whether this kind of perplexity of just living in this planet exists in earlier days. Well I think most of us would have said that the kind of life we are living is much worse than it is used to be in earlier days. May be, earlier I also holds the same view but now I think I m on the other side. Life will never be simple and easy, no matter what the conditions of society, technology and science are or would be. The degree of toughness is more or less the same in every ages, every decade, every century. However the form may be different. Anyways, not boring you with my personal view and endless debate which could be triggered easily on the above question, I should come directly to the point rather than beating around the bush.
This is not a story but an incident or to be precise and exact its an accident which really changed my life, which is always the duty of an accident i.e. to change lives. So do mine also has changed. And as per the rules the accident details should not be tampered with hence except alosys real identity and few other minor details, every information, incident conveyed is true or we can say it’s a part of history kept hidden safely within few hearts who happens to be someone’s grandfather or someone’s father or some renowned people of our very own society.
This is not for those who believes its impossible. For it would be impossible for me to supply reasons for what you would be reading and for what I m doing with my life, in my life, of my life. You may find it really nonsense and the most idiotic thing you have read. And I m grateful to them for they have at least reacted and showed some concern for their involvement and waste of their time. I m not saying that they are wrong because I believe that for looking at a river there are many ways depending on the side on which you are standing. And I stand on the non believer’s side and really respecting for the people who are standing on either side. It their perception about their life and how it should be lived and so do I demand respect or silence for my way also.
If you people still goes on reading further then let me confront you with a vital and true fact or you can say a small test:
· Seven years of my belief, my love.
· Chatted on net for only hundred times.
· Seen her only three times and that too for the first time after five years.
· Didn’t heard her voice and never seen on webcam.
If you still insist that these are not nonsense then you may further go on, on your own risk.
I think and in fact I believe that for those who believe even in the slightest form of love then they really don’t believe in love. Love and impossible are both enemy of each other. For love cannot remain in hearts filled with suspicion, impossible. And impossible cannot find place in hearts of those who believe in love.
This book is only about truth and the entire incidence inscribed here are inscribed in my past as a part of it. I have changed my name but I have not changed her name for reason because I want you to relate her as the author and the reason for the book. I m just used by her or her medium to communicate to you all. You can say in short that she is using me and I m very much happy about it. I m changing the name of the paces involved in it for the same reason that she is using me, and I love to be used by her.
I m always a champion at making English worse from my school time though it was an English medium and my condition is worse than ever for it is my carelessness and nothing else to improve upon it. So I apologize for being terrible with the grammar and please don’t mind them.
I think I have bored you a lot so not wasting your important time lets get started.
Now since I m involved in it can I ask pardon for introducing myself. I will not take much of yours time.
I used to be a horny virgin child (till today). I really don’t know what it means literally and exactly but so far my little knowledge is concerned it describes me well. I even don’t remember since when I was like this but I have found myself life this only. The only thing that changes is the first figure that is my age, keeps adding every year and now it’s twenty four. Its funny but I should confess that when I was in fourth grade I was caught of keeping Pooja Bedi semi-nude picture in my dictionary. Well apart from that horny and virgin junk, I always talk crap with the girls. I mean I cannot live without talking to girls and believe me girls cannot live much after talking to me. I think that’s why when I was admitted to my engineering college my father inquired only about the number of girls applied. And when he came back he was smiling wickedly (for merchant navy only a handful of girls applies till today).
Anyways that’s me and that’s more than enough for you to know about me.
Now not beating around the bush and starting the story. In fact I should not call this a story a true incident or rather true accident.
My first year in my college was in his dying stage and I was preparing to go to the second year and still I don’t have that decent man status of having a girlfriend. I don’t know when it comes to girls why in my college years I was like a black cat. This city was a stranger 1000 miles away from my home and only two girls in class against 106 boys. Besides this these we call them as non-existing girls not beautiful enough to help us in getting that macho status. Hence like all I have restricted myself to the outsiders.
Every week someone or the other is getting his due status of decent and normal man and look at me I still don’t have a chatting lead. Like in business we have leads so do we have chatting leads. The girls who chat with you regularly and then after weeks of chatting for hours on internet they comes to the next level that is the great phone level. Thanks to the technology now almost everyone can afford mobile.
Then after wasting our parent’s hard earned money over the phone as most of the times it’s only we boys who used to call them. Then they proceed to the third more expensive stage of meeting in reality. Yes I mean meeting in reality, you can touch her hands and cherish the reality that she, your girlfriend really exist and now you are a decent and normal and smart man.
Then I don’t need to discuss the further rounds as if the girl wins then he ends up his life by marrying her or if the boys win then they end up split. Majority cases the boys are not committed just want to have good time. However some of them are not lucky enough and hence can’t split or you can say end up married. Every year we hear a good number of our seniors marrying their girlfriend.
In short you can say that there exists a battle in which almost everyone of our batch has to enter just like our seniors and then survives in the end to prove his macho status. However there are still few who keeps themselves out of this nonsense battle (one was my dear roommate) but was doubted to be of the other type of men until they prove it to be normal. During our so-called ragging period I was asked about the 5W’s essential in mariner’s life and I was surprised to know that they are Wine, women, world, water and wealth.
This is not a story but an incident or to be precise and exact its an accident which really changed my life, which is always the duty of an accident i.e. to change lives. So do mine also has changed. And as per the rules the accident details should not be tampered with hence except alosys real identity and few other minor details, every information, incident conveyed is true or we can say it’s a part of history kept hidden safely within few hearts who happens to be someone’s grandfather or someone’s father or some renowned people of our very own society.
This is not for those who believes its impossible. For it would be impossible for me to supply reasons for what you would be reading and for what I m doing with my life, in my life, of my life. You may find it really nonsense and the most idiotic thing you have read. And I m grateful to them for they have at least reacted and showed some concern for their involvement and waste of their time. I m not saying that they are wrong because I believe that for looking at a river there are many ways depending on the side on which you are standing. And I stand on the non believer’s side and really respecting for the people who are standing on either side. It their perception about their life and how it should be lived and so do I demand respect or silence for my way also.
If you people still goes on reading further then let me confront you with a vital and true fact or you can say a small test:
· Seven years of my belief, my love.
· Chatted on net for only hundred times.
· Seen her only three times and that too for the first time after five years.
· Didn’t heard her voice and never seen on webcam.
If you still insist that these are not nonsense then you may further go on, on your own risk.
I think and in fact I believe that for those who believe even in the slightest form of love then they really don’t believe in love. Love and impossible are both enemy of each other. For love cannot remain in hearts filled with suspicion, impossible. And impossible cannot find place in hearts of those who believe in love.
This book is only about truth and the entire incidence inscribed here are inscribed in my past as a part of it. I have changed my name but I have not changed her name for reason because I want you to relate her as the author and the reason for the book. I m just used by her or her medium to communicate to you all. You can say in short that she is using me and I m very much happy about it. I m changing the name of the paces involved in it for the same reason that she is using me, and I love to be used by her.
I m always a champion at making English worse from my school time though it was an English medium and my condition is worse than ever for it is my carelessness and nothing else to improve upon it. So I apologize for being terrible with the grammar and please don’t mind them.
I think I have bored you a lot so not wasting your important time lets get started.
Now since I m involved in it can I ask pardon for introducing myself. I will not take much of yours time.
I used to be a horny virgin child (till today). I really don’t know what it means literally and exactly but so far my little knowledge is concerned it describes me well. I even don’t remember since when I was like this but I have found myself life this only. The only thing that changes is the first figure that is my age, keeps adding every year and now it’s twenty four. Its funny but I should confess that when I was in fourth grade I was caught of keeping Pooja Bedi semi-nude picture in my dictionary. Well apart from that horny and virgin junk, I always talk crap with the girls. I mean I cannot live without talking to girls and believe me girls cannot live much after talking to me. I think that’s why when I was admitted to my engineering college my father inquired only about the number of girls applied. And when he came back he was smiling wickedly (for merchant navy only a handful of girls applies till today).
Anyways that’s me and that’s more than enough for you to know about me.
Now not beating around the bush and starting the story. In fact I should not call this a story a true incident or rather true accident.
My first year in my college was in his dying stage and I was preparing to go to the second year and still I don’t have that decent man status of having a girlfriend. I don’t know when it comes to girls why in my college years I was like a black cat. This city was a stranger 1000 miles away from my home and only two girls in class against 106 boys. Besides this these we call them as non-existing girls not beautiful enough to help us in getting that macho status. Hence like all I have restricted myself to the outsiders.
Every week someone or the other is getting his due status of decent and normal man and look at me I still don’t have a chatting lead. Like in business we have leads so do we have chatting leads. The girls who chat with you regularly and then after weeks of chatting for hours on internet they comes to the next level that is the great phone level. Thanks to the technology now almost everyone can afford mobile.
Then after wasting our parent’s hard earned money over the phone as most of the times it’s only we boys who used to call them. Then they proceed to the third more expensive stage of meeting in reality. Yes I mean meeting in reality, you can touch her hands and cherish the reality that she, your girlfriend really exist and now you are a decent and normal and smart man.
Then I don’t need to discuss the further rounds as if the girl wins then he ends up his life by marrying her or if the boys win then they end up split. Majority cases the boys are not committed just want to have good time. However some of them are not lucky enough and hence can’t split or you can say end up married. Every year we hear a good number of our seniors marrying their girlfriend.
In short you can say that there exists a battle in which almost everyone of our batch has to enter just like our seniors and then survives in the end to prove his macho status. However there are still few who keeps themselves out of this nonsense battle (one was my dear roommate) but was doubted to be of the other type of men until they prove it to be normal. During our so-called ragging period I was asked about the 5W’s essential in mariner’s life and I was surprised to know that they are Wine, women, world, water and wealth.
perhaps an autobiography
Almost 25 years back, there in the holy land of India in a small town, Jhansi amidst the black and rainy night, a child was born like a shinning star in the life of SHARMA JEE. AKHIL was the name given to him.
The child was very ordinary but with little intelligence he was among one of the regular toppers of the school. His aim was to be the first among everyone in his school so that he can impress the beauties/opportunities existing in the coeducation school. He had scored 74 % in his HSC(I..C.S.E. BOARD) and with mathematics he managed to get 67% in his SSC(ISC BOARD) from ST. MARK’s COLLEGE, JHANSI. He was regularly nominated as the house captain and class prefect for various position in his school. He was a very good swimmer infact to be more precise a good diver from 10 meter and can always be found chatting with people. It seems like everyone knows him and though he happens to be one of the most naughtiest kid in the school.
After getting selected for MARINE ENGINEERING AND RESEARCH INSTITUTE,CALCUTTA( affiliated to JADAVPUR UNIVERSITY,CALCUTTA)in the extended list of IIT-JEE, he went to study BACHELOR OF ENGINEERING (MARINE). There he participated in the 8.8 km Annual Cross Country Marathon,2000 and when he came 16th in that race, his perception about himself had totally changed. Then he realized that he can do things which he had never thought of. Then he got nominated for MEDICAL CADET and continued to serve the post for 3 years. He had also taken active participation in inter year cultural festival and won many accolades for it. This extracurricular activity took their price against his studies. Though he managed to get an overall 59.2% in his graduation. It seems like finally good days had arrived and he got selected for BARBER SHIP MANAGEMENT LTD as a TRAINEE ENGINEER OFFICER and worked for 4 months on a ship M.V.NOBLEZZA visiting various European ports. But the prophecy of uncertainity is still upon him and he can’t do justice to his job as he believes that this is not the kind of work he always wanted to do or assigned to do by who else THE GOD. Now driven by his creative(not sure)urge he had left the job and started what he is doing right now still exploring the journey to find at least himself.
Now this time he wants to challenge his destiny and wants to go an analysis of himself. If u think that u know him then let him know and break his superfluous assumptions or otherwise just get lost…….in your own maze created by yourself……..
The child was very ordinary but with little intelligence he was among one of the regular toppers of the school. His aim was to be the first among everyone in his school so that he can impress the beauties/opportunities existing in the coeducation school. He had scored 74 % in his HSC(I..C.S.E. BOARD) and with mathematics he managed to get 67% in his SSC(ISC BOARD) from ST. MARK’s COLLEGE, JHANSI. He was regularly nominated as the house captain and class prefect for various position in his school. He was a very good swimmer infact to be more precise a good diver from 10 meter and can always be found chatting with people. It seems like everyone knows him and though he happens to be one of the most naughtiest kid in the school.
After getting selected for MARINE ENGINEERING AND RESEARCH INSTITUTE,CALCUTTA( affiliated to JADAVPUR UNIVERSITY,CALCUTTA)in the extended list of IIT-JEE, he went to study BACHELOR OF ENGINEERING (MARINE). There he participated in the 8.8 km Annual Cross Country Marathon,2000 and when he came 16th in that race, his perception about himself had totally changed. Then he realized that he can do things which he had never thought of. Then he got nominated for MEDICAL CADET and continued to serve the post for 3 years. He had also taken active participation in inter year cultural festival and won many accolades for it. This extracurricular activity took their price against his studies. Though he managed to get an overall 59.2% in his graduation. It seems like finally good days had arrived and he got selected for BARBER SHIP MANAGEMENT LTD as a TRAINEE ENGINEER OFFICER and worked for 4 months on a ship M.V.NOBLEZZA visiting various European ports. But the prophecy of uncertainity is still upon him and he can’t do justice to his job as he believes that this is not the kind of work he always wanted to do or assigned to do by who else THE GOD. Now driven by his creative(not sure)urge he had left the job and started what he is doing right now still exploring the journey to find at least himself.
Now this time he wants to challenge his destiny and wants to go an analysis of himself. If u think that u know him then let him know and break his superfluous assumptions or otherwise just get lost…….in your own maze created by yourself……..
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