Posts Tagged ‘Rant’
Sigh. As much as I hate to admit, Dela was right. Gone are the days when upon hearing names like Rajnikanth, Mani Ratnam or even Sadagoppan Ramesh for that matter, my ears would shoot up hoping to hear bits of conversation in a language that I could finally understand. The voluntary introductions to Tamil/Kannada speaking Matkas seem like April Fools’ jokes gone horribly wrong, when I look at them through the rabbithole of nostalgia.
My mutation finally culminated yesterday. I stood in between two gentlemen conversing in a language that I’ve heard all in my life, feigning ignorance with a face placider than R2D2. I even hummed the tune of a despicable Hindi song in case my reactions gave me away and they would start suspecting my origins. Life has come a full circle. The centrifugal force wasn’t particularly enjoyable though. May the force have mercy on my soul.
Do you believe in probability?
For a long time, I didn’t. After all when the likes of Einstein proclaim, “God does not play dice with men”, us geeks have no choice but to nod our heads. And of course 18 years of experience has (supposedly) made a lot wiser; I believe in Murphy and not probability.
To hell with the favourable events (divided) by total events version. In Simple speak, probability says that whatever be the case, every baster worth his 2 cents should get his two minutes of glory.
Yet, how can we not miss the omnipresent Murphy who somehow always manages to seduce the goddess of triumph, just when we start smelling her scent.
With this in mind, I present:
Exhibit A: Train Journeys.
How many times have we found ourselves in that all-familiar situation praying that the person sitting opposite/next to us should be a cute girl. I have seen them all– Loud Aunties, Bespectacled Grampas, Irritating uncles asking too many questions to the occasional student who bores you with his (imaginary) exploits. Probability was supposed to give me a cute girl for company. Forget the cute, atleast a girl around my age group?
Exhibit B: In Hangouts
1. You see a one-in-a-million-girl
2. You even strike a decent conversation with her.
3. Just when thought things were going on smoothly, in comes the dashing boyfriend.
4. You know it’s all over.
5. Probability says that there should be a pretty girl who is single.
Exhibit C: So near yet so far.
Senti Senti Senti.
Exhibit D: Passes.
The stats couldn’t be more appalling than this. 280 passes, 700 fachchas. Wasn’t I atleast the 280th most popular guy in Arr-Jay-Bee? Apparently not.
Note: Contrary to popular belief, I am NOT a despo!
Probability is all but dead, or so I thought!
Yesterday R-Land’s loyal Litters, The Voyeuristic Master(pardon me, I’m not able to come up with anything more interesting), The Sober Jackass, All Guns Blazing and yours truly decided to celebrate our “single” status and the power of the bro-code by embarking on a legendary trip to See See Dee (Yesh! Incase you don’t know, R-land does have a CCD. Muahahahaha!!!!). One could call it a Lit Chapo, but honestly do such things even exist?
To be honest, there’s nothing great about CCD, so as usual it was the bakar that bailed us out. Complacent that all our fellows were having the times of their life in the junior fortress, we were loudly bashing up everything.. a bit too loud as VM had warned us. Our topics ranged from girls (DUH!) to Litta (Again!) to CG’s to just about anything. SJ’s classy, “Sorry sir, but we don’t know hindi” comment to the bhaiy.. errr Waiter(??) who was trying his best to sell a biscuit dabba will probably go down as one of my all time favourites.
In our drunken soberness, we were loudly bashing up a particular person, let us call her Arjuna (Why? You tell me) Right from doubting her gender, to making fun of her activities and status, we did it all. And then came the anti-climax, in the form of Arjuna herself who was all along sitting right behind us and ironically even waved a goodbye to SJ as she left CCD. As expected, SJ spent the rest of the trip murmuring, “She heard me.. she heard me not”.
And we were all left wondering. How? Of all the people, of all the days, of all the places in this godforsaken land… the probability was so bloody close to zero. Yet it wasn’t zero. And who better to answer this question than our wise old Murphy with his legendary, “If anything can go wrong, it will!”. Amen!
With the accursed TS fast approaching, I should probably be using my time more productively (ala ghissing), but somehow, I couldn’t resist this. For the last two weeks I’ve had loads of ideas to blog about, ranging from proxies to elections, but was too lazy to put hand to keyboard. But when this came up, I just knew I had to do it.
P.S: @The Mathematician: I miss you da, get well soon!
@The Voyeuristic Master: I congratulate you for taking the smartest decision of your life. But why am I not surprised?
‘S-15’**: These were the ASCII characters that shined brightly on my admission letter; characters I didn’t realize then, would change my life for the next 1 year. . Yes, I had gotten admission to one of the nation’s most prestigious institutes with the branch of my choice and heck, nothing else mattered. Not the fact that I would be 2000 miles away from home and (2000-2) miles away from my friends, nor the fact that the state I was going to had 93% forests (Thanks to one particular friend for pointing this fact out!) nor did the concerns of food bug me…Yes, nothing else mattered/.
But heeding others words, I did not come with great expectations for the fear that they would shatter just like many times before. But to my pleasant surprise, I found I liked the place (Now I’m lovin it!!). The food was *gasp* edible (thats a huge compliment coming from me). Some people DID speak English and my biggest source of joy – A SINGLE Room. For a not so glorious 4 digit rank, this was awesome. What I’ve always craved for, my own space under the sun. True Independence, no prying eyes…..Yes…it was mine atlast… my precioush… The first few days were simply awesome. Looking at some of my not so lucky friends (with a double room), I felt good.
I just turned 18 a couple of days ago and that feeling hasn’t yet sunk in.. It feels weird when you look around you and realize that you are a major. Boy, time sure flies. I remember the whole 18 years of my existence as if it were just yesterday, especially the last two years. Before I can even say “snap” i’ll be 60 (if I’m alive still that is); have grandkids, will lose my teeth, (and as someone pointed out rightly), my hair as well. Will grow old senile and die (hopefully) a peaceful death.
August 26th was just another day in my life… Lots of phone calls this time, glad my friends didn’t forget me. Sadly, one doesn’t really realize time flying. We always groan about the past, miss the present and groan about the present in the future. (Hmm…am I becoming poetic). I still can’t believe I’m 18 so soon….I guess the 4th dimension is onething that we can never hope to conquer.
Apart from that Roorkee is great. Good environment. single room; Helps me maintain my sanity. But all this comes with a pinch of salt, “There’s only 1 girl in Mech Engg here”..Ahhh!!!
Hmm….Its good to post feelings’ed stuff once in a while! Lots of things to blog of..
But on a completely different scale, it’s awesome to be 18.. Life feels so fresh and new and you know that you are now legal to do a “whole lot of” things.
I say with pride, 18 till I die!!!!!!!!!
P.S: I know my english and sarcasm are going to the dogs. If you are conducting remedial english classes, please call me!
Incase you are totally cut off from the general world and tune into ChronoTron for your daily updates ;), yesterday was Mother’s Day. And of course, yours truly totally forgot it (any surprises). Perhaps ‘Forgot’ is the wrong word to be used here. I am pretty bad when it comes to (remembering) dates (pun intended :P) unless somebody thrusts it in my face. But then, I can’t blame the n news channels (Limit n –> infinity) whose sole purpose is to sensationalize the smallest controversy that could happen in some corner of the nation while all along claiming to be true saviours of democracy nor can I blame the internet for Mother’s day not being as popular as Valentines Day or Earth hour.
The Time: 10:30, I was watching some song on TV where the “I’m-a-wannabee” sings “Everyday morning I wake up and my angel is mother”. And the very next song had the #1 superstar singing (forgive the crude translation)
There is no life which hasn’t said Ma (mother)
Without mother, there is no improvement in life
I wondered aloud whether it was the in-thing today (one can never keep up with all these media trends) to continuously play songs related a single theme and luckily for me, in came my mother and coldly said “Obviously, Today is Mother’s day” and me with the smartness of a blunt axe said, “Oh! Happy Mother’s Day” and my mom just walked away without commenting.