Bidding Adieu

I was bored of blogger  , like I always am with everything these days . So therefore thought of migrating to Wordpress. check the new Teenage Babbling  here. Stay tuned for more babbling now on an all new web address .
With the new blog I promise myself to update it more often. The only reason of not updating , my silly brain has been running outta thoughts but now its time to put the grey cells back to work

Cheers

Phone-li-ness

I recently gave up my phone, it has been  almost a week or maybe a little more than that, I have been phone-less. I did it for a multiple reasons. The first being I detested the phone I was using. It was such a bad decision to buy it, in just six months it had issues with the display which went bad two days after every two days. The trackball stopped functioning and a few keys would sometimes stop working, forcing me to wreck my brains to look for an alternate word while texting. The second reason was I was kind of addicted to the phone. I suffered from the pseudo vibration syndrome.

I could feel the vibration even when it never vibrated. And would jump like a monkey and blankly look at the screen for the text that was never received or the call that I never got. That was it once the phone was out I would start playing some random game or check my mail or login to facebook to poke back people , forgetting the world around me. 

Now it is such a relief that I don’t have to answer people on missing their call or sometimes replying to messages, although I always made a point to reply messages I don’t get disturbed when I am in the middle of something. I don’t wake up in the middle of night to see if I have missed some call or received a text that needs to be replied. I want to see for how long I can do without the phone.  Hopefully long enough, life is much easier without it. 

I anyways have my landline to call people or get calls from them. So no issues there.

Guess have to buy it before my car breaks down again. That’s the only time when it helps , when I can call for some help.

Signing off

The phone-less Phoenix

The Saddest Saga

I write this post as a tribute to my friend AB’s facebook account. It’s tragic the account had a major break(hack)down. It was his first and only account; he had been using it for the past four years. It was the thing closest to his heart. Well, until it was brutally hacked into and the hacker had this igneous idea of uploading some gay (AB please don’t get humiliated, have to use “The word”) model’s picture. And the pictures on top said I want to be your princess. Now I wonder what kind of prayer request can we have for the four year old facebook account with a network of 1351 and in-numerous pictures uploaded. Here goes :

Dear Mr Zukerberg (he should be the god of this evil social networking world)

With a very heavy heart and profound grief we are departing from AB’s first facebook account. You have been very unfair to us. Your claims of having the most secure site have been proven wrong. How could any random person do that? All attempts of mankind to recover the struggling (read hacked) account proved futile.

My friend AB , is heartbroken. I mean how can he rebuild his network, let’s not even mention the pictures and videos he was tagged in. Will he be ever able to recover from this setback? Will the new facebook account be the same? The answer to this is no…it isn’t possible. Probably the time is the best healer and AB will learn to live without his beloved account. 

Hope the hacker wherever he is ,  gets a punishment he deserves. It’s such a shame that he pulled off such a cheap prank on the poor account’s soul that it’s no more. Such criminals should be deprived from using laptops or computers.

I personally will miss the comments from that account. They were so thoughtful and I never got such comments.

We cannot do anything about the lost account except hope for it to rest in peace. And learn to live with the new one.

RIP AB’s first facebook account with a network of 1351 and  in-numerous pictures. 

Yours Sincerely Phoenix

Oh wait , we didn't have the two minutes silence .

Yes I know by now you might have declared me to be a crackpot. I could not help writing this tribute. It’s ridiculous how we depend on the social networking sites , that we actually cannot afford to part with our accounts. Why is it that a facebook account is so essential? I just don't get it. I detest the idea of sending or receiving virtual greetings or talking to friends online. The arrival of SNS has disrupted the communication in  entire human race. Instead of meeting friends in person and having the real fun , we prefer meeting online . 

Are the virtual meetings good enough to reconnect with friends? To some extent its okay , but what is happening right now is addiction. I once suggested  Uncle V and Swat to meet more often (in holidays otherwise I have an overdose of them in college) and  get away from facebook. And the reply I got was  " lets just talk online , it saves resources ." Like Seriously ? Resources?

Even I am forced to check my facebook account everyday , probably all of us are , we call it boring but we do it because of the reasons very well known to us . But is it that hard to resist using it.  I don't know whether it has made things harder or easier. Actually not easier, it is just a way all of us have found .

Maybe one day we get over this addiction and get a better alternative to meet friends. Just hope that alternative is not skype or google + (which I  guess is already dead). Time for a reality check.

Summer 2011 - The Jalopy and The Trips to nowhere.

Summer 2011 - My first summer in college and the first in which I had no hoildays , I cribbed and sulked . How could we have one whole month of training immediately after our first year finals? Life could not get worse. But now that it is almost over I can this was my best summer ever. Apart from the training , which was not bad at all , I had the time of my life.Will write about the training bit in the next post.

I  got my driving  license two months back. It was a glorious moment after closely missing it the first time because I could not drive up a slope anyways  I have  it now. The feeling was great .And with my driving license I also got this jalopy , which broke down twice in a month and once the tyre burst.But still I fell in love with it , it took me places.Without it my life would have been incomplete.

My love

 And here are some facts about this beauty:

• It only plays a Bryan Adams Cassete , yeah I have cassete player in my car ,cool isnt it?
• And when you try tuning in the radio , it gets silent and when you have given up all all hopes and start hitting all the buttons on the player or probably forget about it , its suddenly starts playing the Bryan Adam tracks.
• Its a 2000 model 
• There are times when the gear gets stuck and refuses to change gears.
• It gets wobbly if you drive at the speed of 70
• It has an A/C which does not cool , so better roll down the windows. 
• It makes all sorts of embarassing noises sometimes like a tractor.

Two months driving this and I never want to part with it .Everyone curses it and the the some probably curse the driver too but still they love it.By they I mean my friends , we have been on countless drives , drives people wont exactly call sane.

Whenever someone is in a bad mood this little thing comes as a ray of hope , lifting up the mood , Uncle V and Swat , my partners for these litlle geris(drives in panjabi) ,will agree with me the most.Although I bet AYG and CA swear that they wont go anywhere when I am driving that car.

Initially it was just the quieter side of sukhna  lake we ventured to , but later on the car pushed us further , to the ouskirts and smaller places , places away from the city. Every single of these little trips has something crazy about it , never intentional. Just happens , it's like we get high without drinking, high on life.

Last time when Swat and I went , still dont know where , the car tyre burst and that was one scary thing. We dont know how to replace it and for good 15 minutes I refused to halt the car thinking it wont start again (err I did not know it was just a flat tyre , thought its much more than that) Awesome aint I? Nobody could be more dumb than that.But when I finally stopped , I was relieved that it was just a flat tyre and nothing else. Fortunately this dude helped us .

Two months with this car and a year with these eccentric people I know my next three years in college are going to be more than  awesome.Few glimpses of trips to nowhere:

Untitled Story Chapter 1

                   ******* Trying to write a thriller , haven't thought of a title***********

He heard a blood curdling scream , followed by an eerie silence. It sent a chill through his spine.

Who could it be on a Saturday night when everyone in the town preferred to be at the happening places instead of the deserted outskirts. He had chosen this location because of this very reason. It was deserted and nobody ever came there.

He was about to dismiss it as a figment of his imagination when he heard it again, this time louder. He immediately put down the crime fiction he was reading and rushed out of his house in his pajamas.

Just as he stepped out of the gate, he was blinded by the headlights of a speeding land cruiser, he jumped in time to save himself from being hit by it. Something is seriously wrong - he thought. He followed the Tyre tracks that the cruiser had left behind for half a mile till it ended near the woods. It was 1 am on his watch. No person in their right senses ever entered these deep dark woods at any time let alone past midnight, he too was petrified. But then he had nothing to lose. It was 9 years back during his NYPD training when he was 20, had learnt to fear nothing. He fished for the tiny torch that he always carried no matter where he was. He had flashbacks of his crime solving days at NYPD . He was the most dangerous officer and no criminal ever managed to escape when he was on a case. Everything was perfect until he until he mistook the chief of police for a drug dealer and shot him. The chief survived and the officer was kicked off the force. NYPD officer Mike Turner after seven years of selfless to the department was fired. Mike dismissed all the thoughts from his mind and walked into the woods. He walked cautiously trying not to make a sound but he did step over a few dead leaves but the crunch of the leaves under his slippers in the pitch dark and dead silent wood seemed like a bullet being shot. As he walked he flashed his torch in all directions somewhere in the woods he could hear a wolf. After a fifteen minute search when he had almost convinced himself that nothing was wrong and it was probably some drunk people being adventurous. When he flashed his torch on the ground he noticed a trail, trail of something being dragged. 

It lead deeper into the woods. He followed it, just when he was near the river that flowed through the woods he stumbled upon something. Losing his balance he fell over it. He looked at what had made him fall and saw it was a body and he could hear the person breathe. Alive and breathing. He knelt next to the body to examine it, the person was lying on his back and had been stabbed in the abdomen. For the first time Mike Turner did not know what to do  at a crime scene. Here he was a fired cop at 1:45 am in the dark woods in the middle of nowhere, with no prove that it wasn't he who had committed the crime. Coming back to his senses he called 911

Mike: Hi Mike Turner here. I am calling from the Green Estates, I have found a man. He has been stabbed in the forest nearby. Please send an ambulance immediately....

Thoughts running wild Purposely

The other day I was just sitting lost in my thoughts, that happens often, I just drift away into some other world sometimes; most of these thoughts go away even before they come. But this particular one has been lingering since then.

I was thinking about life about mine particularly, what have I done, until now? Honestly nothing significant. If I haven’t am I trying to? Answer to this too is a big No. What is my purpose in life? I had no clue about my purpose until this thing crept into my silly little brain. Maybe even now I am not very clear about. It all seems very hazy.

I cannot answer what is my purpose? It is easier to answer what isn’t. It isn’t to be selfish; I have probably been a lot of times.  James Allen quoted “Selfishness must be discovered and understood before it can be removed. It is powerless to remove itself, neither will it pass away of itself. Darkness cease only when light is introduced; so ignorance can only be dispersed by knowledge and selfishness by love” So this clears a little haziness, my purpose should be to love, love the people around me, respect them . 

Is it just the people around me? Now another questions pops up. Am I doing anything to make the world a better place? Am I playing my part in doing so? Perhaps not. But what can I, an eighteen year old dreamer, an engineer- to- be do? This time not so difficult to answer, we need a little introspection to answer this. I do not see myself working in some software company , I do not want to, there are better things I can do with life .Further introspection leads me to conclusion that I can infact do a lot. Have we ever thought about the people in Japan, or the Egyptians or why go far the kids living in the slum or the orphanage in your city? Even I had not until I attended one of these AIESEC conferences. 

We probably preach this all the time, each and everyone of us has said it at least once in their lifetime . But do we really go out there and do anything about this except sympathizing.  Only a handful do that.Trust me there is nothing more satisfying in the world , than seeing a poor man happy . And when the reason is you , it gives you immense satisfaction . I have felt it just once in my eighteen year long  life. But would want to get  that get feeling again.The thing costed me the only 50 bucks I had but the smile on that poor man's face prompts me to  do it again.

I will now stop , with a promise to myself that whatever it be I will try to live selflessly and have a purpose that makes the lives of people( who really need it ) better.

Musings

I wrote this thing in one of the classes today when I was bored to death. I don't know what really led me to this , it was just random. I never really write poems ,  lyrics or prosesand this is my first shot at a prose. Hope you like it , tell me what you think  , whether I should just trash it or continue .

 

I don’t know quite know what to say, How to say?

Words fail me;

The world seems to be spinning around.

Is it me or the world that seems to have changed?

I am left guessing

Where did the things go wrong?

Is there anybody out there who can answer my questions?

I feel caught up in the absurdities by life.

As I walk alone in the crowd 

Wondering what to do or what to say.

Thank you if you made it to the end.

EP!C-A New Era

This post has been long due and I should have written it ten days back.I actually did write it a week back in one of my Maths classes but because of sheer laziness , the cricket world cup and exams never really got to typing it. Before beginning have a look at  The EP!C Magazine

This is one story I am never getting sick of telling , it might get long and begin to bore you but some people wanted me to put it here so it's dedicated to those few people.

It all began on a lazy afternoon in the college when I and Uncle V were just sitting doing nothing at all(or maybe we were working , don't remember) .I have no clue where that came from but I was telling Uncle V how cool it would be to be the editor of Vogue.I keep having these random thoughts of doing things and then expressing them aloud without realizing.

V  on hearing that started laughing , her mocking laugh and gave me the "what-are-you-saying-it-is-happening-in-your-dreams" look. She always does that when I think of something new . We have together plotted a million ventures but most get rejected the very next moment generally because of the fact that we have no finances.

After a few minutes of silence Uncle V says " Or maybe you can be , I have an idea." That made me think my inner ghost of suggesting crazy things had engulfed the otherwise "realistic" Uncle V . I just nodded and she went on " Lets have an e-mag , an online magazine "

Now I stopped her saying " Yeah right and do what ,write all the 15-16 articles ourselves, think of something that is not so far-fetched and come back to mother earth" Ha! I finally got the opportunity of saying that to her. With that the another idea was discarded.And we went back to doing nothing in our mutually accepted silence( I hope it is,  never talked about it). 

Days passed by , nothing happened and Uncle V again suggested the online magazine thing. The second time she suggested it I thought of working on it. And that day in our computer lab we were thinking of  what name should we have , we decided that it would be a youth magazine and the name would be youth oriented.

It was finalized that it was not going to be just a youth magazine , it was going to be the people's magazine, for anyone and everyone. We still did not have a name , out of the blue Uncle V suggested - EPIC , which became the acronym for Ensemble of Plainly Idiosyncratic Citizens .I was going to be the editor (yaaay) and Uncle V the director but ultimately we are a team.

Our about section is something like this:

EP!C – Ensemble of Plainly Idiosyncratic Citizens , it’s just not a magazine , it’s the corral  of

a)  ideas that should reach everyone

b) of people who want themselves to be heard and

c) most essentially of the readers , the strength , the ones who will keep us going.

It is the idea of two undergraduates , itching to fly out of the cage and wanting to do the world some good.We were doing this for fun, but somehow it turned into a passion, which was undiluted and unwavering. The EP!C magazine aims to make people write and read.It is for you to voice your idiosyncratic idea. 

Then came the most difficult task of getting the writers , some of our friends write and  they were called and asked to write for some random magazine.But that was not enough , that is when a friend Terror#1, one of my favorite bloggers came to the rescue and readily agreed to  give his most thrilling stories , he even asked his other blogger friends Basically Blah and Smriti to write. Another favorite blogger Pepper agreed to do an article for the first issue. I was ecstatic to have them write ,  all of them are just awesome.

Every single write-up on the site has a story, The Solitary Wanderer was done by a friend in the middle of his boards when I was reluctant to approach him but since then he  has been the enthusiastic contributor , giving great ideas . I fell and fell badly....In love was done by another friend , it  was twisted by me but the friend did not appreciate the bollywood stuff I added and then all of us ( that includes three-four friends , Uncle V and me) sat together and gave our inputs, mine were brutally  edited.

 

Working on the first issue was the greatest thing I have ever done in my entire life.There were moments of panic when someone did not submit their article on time and did now reply to our mails or when the site was not coming out to be as we wanted . We decided to launch it on 17th March, 2011, Uncle V's birthday . Planning the follow-up party with S.W.A.T was another fun bit.

She and I wanted to give a surprise to Uncle V and moved around in a village market ( disadvantage of a college in the outskirts of the city) at 9am to find party props.To our dismay we could not find them anywhere. We walked miles straight ahead ( did not want to take a turn and risk losing our way).

Shopping in an alien land with one of the craziest person alive on the earth is the most exciting thing. S.W.A.T is a person who has the tendency of cracking lamest jokes and can leave you gaping at her , wondering how she managed to come up with such a thing.

When we had lost hope of finding anything in that haunted market and I wanted to give it a last shot at this shop where we ultimately  got our party poppers , sprays and everything else.Phew!! another bizarre shopping experience.

The party was again one of its kind , in the college near a class room , and we created a complete ruckus out there. And did not leave until one of the professors came. 

After all the editing , designing the site , apprehensions  on how things will turn out to be , panic attacks , some last minute alterations , the magazine was finally released on the right time.The EP!C team hopes to get bigger and better with the follow up issues.Seeing the feedback, we want to take it even more seriously now and have things that impact the world in the right manner.There was not much work of this kind in the first issue but we plan it in the next.

This is the Editor , EP!C magazine signing off from a long post.Thank You if you made it to the end.

PS: If you visited the site you probably know my name and will think what's the point writing anonymously now. But  phoenix is an essence of this blog  so I continue as the phoenix.

Another escapade from the college

After a gap of three long  months and the first trip , the backpacker club got into action again , this time to a place more known and closer by - The Jainti Dam and it was on our own vehicles , no gruesome and abominable buses with  fat lying tobacco chewing  conductors.

It was just the four of us , our activas  and backpacks. The plan brewed with the idea of driving to the morni hills( that's probably  our next destination) fifteen days back in a drab chemistry class. And yesterday when a few backpackers chickened out of driving in the hilly areas ( morni ) , I thought of going to the dam, the entire plan was chalked out .

Planning such things after an exam is great fun and perhaps a custom now. We do it all the time and the plans turn into reality only a 50% of times.The plotting was elaborate , guess more than what was required. Since six (earlier ) of us were going, we were teamed into three departments , one for food , second beverages and I can't recall what the third was. Yeah that's how engineers work , diligent and efficient. We are definitely going to do the big MNC world some good.

When everything was decided , two of the people chose to go out on dates over going out with friends, can anything be more lame and boring?? This infuriated uncle V( the self proclaimed team leader) and then me ( the self proclaimed inventor of all the cool ideas, this was my idea , and they seemed to be ruining it).But then we decided to leave them behind and  have the real fun while they bored themselves to death with the guys.

In the morning after making sure that all the departments were taken care of we left . The backpackers were out again. We got on to the highway in ten minutes. Again the same old thing happened , he had no clue where to go and  where to turn from. That is when google came to our rescue , thankfully it had the directions of the dam. Seriously if you can't find something , just google it.We got on the right path.

  The roads kept on getting narrower and the ride bumpier. We bypassed countless villages , farms ( nice ones with yellow flowers) and tiny huts and villagers who eagerly gave us the directions( google did not have the complete details and airtel did not have good  network there).

That's one of the  broad roads among all the narrow roads. Don't we look like scary monsters?

After a half hour's drive we were at the dam.The most calm and peaceful place. It seemed so beautiful , being there, away from the usual hustle bustle was nice.Then we thought of going down the slope and sitting by the water body.Going down the slope was the most hilarious thing. S would tumble after every second and scream for help.


Finally when we made our way down and were admiring the beauty , the irritating caretaker started yelling at us and telling us that going so near the water was prohibited and blah , blah. Jerk had seen us "trekking" ( S calls going down a 10 meter slope trekking) and had not stopped us then.Anyways after much complaining and swearing we climbed ( trekked) up. 

We then found a spot to sit and cursed whoever that man was till we were satisfied. All the driving and "trekking" had turned us into hungry gluttons and the the food packets , breezer bottles were opened and we got high on life. Uncle V wanted us to talk, not the usual useless chatter wanted the three of us to reveal things( I am not mentioning the things here). She is good at making people do that.It's strange I am with these people all day long and even then there was so much I did not know.

The three of em'

And me

At around two o'clock we decide to leave and on the way stopped to click some pictures of the fields with the yellow flowers.That's were we had the stole ( that makes us look like monsters)tying drama around my face. I could not do it but had to coz otherwise the hair go frizzy and entangle badly.Gosh those three made me feel like a clown.

When S decided to shoot me .

Somehow I managed to wrap around that wretched stole  to save the hair but still they did go bad . The drive back was quite uneventful except for S saying out loud to a hot guy with an anorexic girlfriend, that he needed to improve his choice. Unfortunately we did not stop see his reaction.


A few more pictures :

This one's my favorite

The fatal chemistry.

Chemistry was the only subject I liked in school. Okay maybe not really liked it that much, just found it easier than the others. It was not nerve wrecking like physics or mind boggling like maths. I always scored well and got most of the concepts of  chemistry right. 

Always thought chemical equations were less taxing than solving the x and y equations or calculating the time interval difference of water drops falling from the ceiling and their diameter ( believe me that was a question in physics kinematics).

 I was always fascinated me how the potassium permanganate on dissolving into water changed it into purple or how the thermite reaction took place and a million other things.This was until I had my first lab practical.The practicals in chemistry lab were something I really anticipated. Anyone remember the Nutty Professor?? The slimming potion invented by Eddie Murphy in the movie seemed so awesome.

 All my anticipation and fascination vanished in the very first lab itself , when we were first introduced to the live samples of concentrated HCl and concentrated H2SO4. Reading about them in books was easier but actually looking at the fumes emitting from the respective bottles was scary.Yeah I know you will be laughing your heads off on reading this and thinking I am crazy .

The worst part was yet to come  , we were asked to pipette out 20ml of HCl , who in their right mind would go near the freaking bottles of such monstrous things let alone sucking them using a pipette and risk killing yourself even if one drop is swallowed. It seemed so bizarre.

Thankfully my lab partner always agreed to pipette out whatever was required and me  being my stubborn self  never even touched a container or beaker with a chemical that could be described as harmful to any living organism on the planet.

 Its some kind of phobia that I have. I feel the fuming liquid dragon will emerge from the bottle and engulf me like some creepy insects activated by my touch. I might sound like a complete lunatic by now but I can't help it , my biggest fear would be to pipette out these acids.I'd rather jump off a cliff .

It was such a breather when I thought my nightmares in chemistry lab were over but to my horror we still have one full semester of chemistry labs.The bad odor , dense fumes are back to torture me. Can you believe we made the rat killing poison in one of our labs using copper sulphate( that was my favorite chemical, maybe because of the color) .

The very procedure of making it was so miserable and tormenting.Thankfully again I have three wonderful people as partners who do the entire work while I just look at them wondering how they managed to go near each of those deadly acids.

Tooo many questions Any answers?

1)What should I wear to college tomorrow?
2) Should I go to college at all?
3) Is it Monday today?
4) Are my hair looking good?
5) Is the jacket going well those shoes?
6)  Why am I sleepy already?
7)  Why do I have to wake early in the morning?
8) Why can't I sleep even when I am sleepy?
9) Should I bunk any lectures?
10) If I bunk which one should I bunk?
11) Why do I have a pimple?
12) What would be a good low cal meal?
13) Is this where I wanted to be?
14)   Isn’t this where I wanted to be?
15) Will I ever get a good job?
16) Will I be paid well?
17) Will I be a good engineer?
18) Why do I care so much?
19) Am I too clumsy?
20) Should I be more careful when talking?
21) Where will I be in five years from now?
22) Where will I be in a year?
23) Do I try to make people who I meet like me?
24) Doesn't everyone want that?
25) When will I finish the current book?
26) Should I update my facebook status?
27) Will he reply to the messages?
28) Why do I care what people think?
29) Should I read more?
30) Why isn't anyone picking up the phone?
31) Why am I watching TV when there is nothing interesting on it?
32) Should I make a to-do list?
33) Do I need a time table for this semester?
34) What was the new term used in mechanical class today?
35) Why can't I recall it?
36) Will I get a yes for an answer?
37) Should I continue blogging?
38) Why is this professor so irritating?
39) Should I workout more?
40) Do I need to workout?
41) Again what should I wear?
42) Should I read the newspaper more thoroughly?
43) Am I well aware of everything going on?
44) Should I act more responsibly?
45) When will I get my driving license?
46) Can I drive well?
47)Why am I writing this?
48 Can I write well?
49) Is this post too random?
50)Will I get comments  ?
51) Should I update the playlists in my I-pod?
52)Anyone got answers?

MunnaBhai Ki paathshalaa

I found this story while rummaging through my old writings. It was done when I was in class ninth and published in The Times of India on October 12, 2006. I did it with one of my seniors and brother . It might seem very childish and silly but it is one my very favorite stories. So here goes:

One day, during the morning assembly , school principal announces on the mike " Students let me introduce you to your new all-rounder teacher , Murli prasad Sharma.


Murli Prasad Sharma : Bole toh good morning bachaa log . Apun Munna bhai your latest all round teacher. Apun is the master of all the subjects that is why apun is the all rounder. My qualifications are MBBS in English , hindi and maths , MBA in physics , chemistry and Biology .Oh sorry! bole toh I did not introduce you to my assistant Circuit . Circuit say hello to everyone.

Circuit: Bole toh Namaste ! Jaise Munnabhai.......


Munna: Circuit apun is giving the speech so no , now what do you call that ...interjection....no..no interpreting no....no forget it. Yeh angrezi bhi na . Bapu was very right to adopt swadeshi goods.Ok now enough of speech , see you all in the class.


MUNNABHAI IN CLASS NINTH

Students(in unison): Good Morning , Sir.

Munna : What sir ? Call me Bhai  Bole toh only Bhai . Apun did the introduction when principal asked now it's your turn.

Rahul: My name is Rahul , Sir.

Circuit: Ae, ek baar mein samajh nahi ata Bhai ko Bhai hi kehne ka aur kuch nahi.

Munna: Circuit this is  class room . Chalo bacha log now we will study physics Chapter 1, Electricity . Electricity Bole toh light , fan etc ,etc.

Students: But sir.

Circuit : Jab bhai speaking then no interjection. Theek bola na bhai.

Munna: Eggjactly ! Ok! Next is power . Power bole toh ( shows his muscles) . Now watt , bacha log tell me what is watt ?? Anybody?

Laxman: Watts is the SI unit of power.

Munna : Laxman come here, we will show the class live practical of watt . First of all watt is a person being in a bad situation. Second of all the practical of watt is as follows:

Material required : A student , a teacher ,  a wrong answer and power as catalyst.

Procedure: Teacher lifts his hand slaps the student who has given the wrong answer with power ( as I do to Laxman) The procedure is repeated twice or thrice.

Result: Student cries , Bole toh bad situation, bole toh watt.

The bell rings Trinnggggg.....Triiiinnnggg

Chalo Bacha log class over. Homework practice watt on each other. See you tomorrow.



NOW MUNNABHAI IN CLASS TENTH:

Munna: Bole toh Good morning everyone. So this class tenth.Apun ko everybody knows after my introduction .Acha bacha log you have to work according to my philosophies and the one who will not do so will have to face my watt. Now we will study chapter 1 of maths , that is algebra. Yeh kya Algebra  , Al-qaida suna , Al-Jawahir suna , Al-gebra kahan se aa gaya? Circuit do you know what it is??

Circuit: Bhai maybe it is the terrorist group of Osama bin laden's brother.

Munna: Bacha log ko yeh thodi padne ka. But let's see what's in the chapter
             So the first formula of al-gera is : a+b whole square = a square + b square.
Scratching is head a and b in maths,forget it we will do this chapter in English , now you can go and play.

Karan:  But sir this is maths ....

Munna : Do what I say also bacha log your homework is to the chapter of Al-gebra in your own words in your English notebooks.


MunnaBhai in Class eighth.

Munnabhai : Toh bacha log , history is such a big mystery , starts with one continues with other and the bell rings to wake up the children.Moreover it is so full of violence . Bole toh wars , fights aur apun toh non-violent bapu ka follower hai, toh teaching for me paap hai.

Chaitanya : Then do we have a free period???

Munnabhai: No we will study geography.

Chaitanya: Who discovered earth is round??


Munnabhai: Who said that now? Have you lost it?? Earth is not round it is flat. Agar earth roundish hota toh tu iske upar aur woh tere upar hota.

Circuit : Ek dum correct bola bahi.

Shubham: Sir , what is topography ??

Munnabhai: Photography suna , choreography suna ab lagta Topography kisi tapori se pochna padega.

The bell rings 

 
PS : Sorry for the hindi used but could not help it . If you want to know the meaning of any word ask in the follow up comments.

PPS: I might sound like I am bragging but I do not care for once.This story was used as a script by my mom for her school's play. And  it was a HUGE crowd puller.

We litter because we are in India

We Indians go on throwing waste every where, like the whole country is one big trash bin. It's like littering is socially accepted in India.We feel it's our moral duty , our right to throw garbage wherever we want to.

If you look around you will find this alarming habit in everyone around you , the most well dressed and educated person can be spotted trashing his pepsi bottle on the road itself or the kids in the posh school mindlessly throwing their chocolate wrappers on the street. Nobody minds , who cares. And when asked to stop littering they say "yeh India hai boss yahan sab chalta hai"("this is India , you can do anything here").

You will see more garbage on the streets than in the dust bins.The older people tell the kids to keep their rooms clean and the very next moment they are caught littering , throwing things out of the their car on the pretext they do not have a trash bin in the car , why is the trash going to turn into a  monster and attack if you keep it with yourself for sometime.

 I read this on one of the blogs :
Quoted the part I want my readers to read.
"As I hiked further into the valley I caught up to two domestic tourists who were spectacularly under dressed for a Himalayan valley at 3400m. As I got closer the young man turned away from his girlfriend and threw a sweet packet into the flowers. I lost it.
‘What the  do you think your doing?’
‘What?’ said the shocked man.
‘Why did you throw that away?’
His answer was astounding, and sent me into apoplexy.
‘There’s nowhere else to throw it away.’
‘What! This is a world heritage site. You well carry out what you brought in you bloody idiot. Too many beautiful places in this country have been ruined by idiots throwing rubbish away with no thought. I’ve collected this bag of  rubbish already, and I’m here to enjoy this place not to be a  dustman. Now  pick it up.’
I stormed off down the trail with steam coming out of my ears."

This is the account of a  South Korean who visited India . The outcome of this outburst was the guy picked up the sweet packet  and apologized to the author. So this is how people realize things. All we need is a couple of foreigners patrolling every street and knocking some sense into our countrymen.

I keep telling my friends not to litter but they think I am some maniac who needs to enjoy the benefits of living in India. Ya enjoy the benefits of  getting all sorts of  deadly diseases that littering can cause. When I do not find a trash bin around I put all the wrappers in my bag and my pockets. This has earned me one of many nicknames - the dustbin and a lot of threats by my mom , telling me she will never let me put my jeans into washing machine due to all the wrappers found in my pockets.But somehow the wrappers find their way into my pockets.

All of us need to do our part to make an effort for having a cleaner India . It may sound difficult but is not impossible.I will sign off by quoting this:
 “Don't just do what's your responsibility, do what needs to be done.” ~Pivot

Books and Brew - The perfect blend

Books and brew is my new discovery in the city.A  never ending game of scrabble (or chess) , engrossing books(if you go unaccompanied ) , steaming cappuccino and piping hot maggi  ,this cafe in sector 38-C , Chandigarh has it all to make your lazy winter Sundays perfect.

It's a matchless cafe which provides surprisingly inexpensive coffee ,  beating the one we get at baristta  or ccd after spending a fortune. The calmness and cozy environment that prevails here is overwhelming and probably hard to find in city's jam packed coffee houses.

It's facebook page describes it as
                                                    "Books, reading rooms,
                                                    beverages, snacks, Wi-Fi
                                                      facility, lounge and all the
                                       makings of a coffee haven called 'books n brew'  "

It definitely is a haven .The low prices being an added bonus for students like us . These guys also have splendid live music performances. The adulteration of the great music that plays here  all the time with their coffee is enchanting and an idea of a perfect evening.  I was quite impressed by their playlists.They were absolutely Mesmerizing! Even the book collection is great but it could be better.

What I like the best is the provision all the board games. The most perfect way of spending the time with friends is playing scrabble over a cup of coffee.

Books and brew is a perfect blend of beverages , books , buddies and board games. If asked I will give this place 10 on 10. Though I feel its location could be better , it's too far from most of the places in the city , but they say Chadigarh is a tiny city with hardly any distances so we can overlook that factor. An awesome place to hang out with friends or alone.


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