Tata Jagriti Yatra’08 – The Begining

The day started even before the previous one ended. It was almost 0100 Hrs by the time that delicious dinner was served. And it was half past 2 when I embraced that sweet angel called sleep (or should I say, sleep embraced me!). It was barely a slumber of 2 hrs at the end of which I woke up with surprisingly no effort for there is something huge that I knew was in store for me for the rest of the day. After almost three hours, IIT Powai Convocation Hall looked quite welcoming and reminded me why and when I happened to spend some time in the very same Hall in May 2005. I don’t exactly remember what happened back then (in 2005) but this time it’s definitely altogether different scene that I am part of. Just when all those bright faces are showing up with all those back-packs and assuring parents (in case of girls!), I started to remember how it all started for me.

That issue of Tata World Newsletter, which I would never have opened if not for some boredom, showed Tata Jagriti Yatra’08 as its fist article. Yet it would have easily gone unnoticed if not for my patience to find my lost user name and password for Tata World website. That was when I registered on Jagriti Yatra website. It would still have gone past if not the profiles of some of the Team Members that I chose to check on that last weekend of November. Impressed, I was. I don’t remember the date (either 30^th Nov or 1^st Dec) but I do remember filling up that application form and sending it. That’s when I forgot about it and was happily enjoying my home-going plans for New Year. Receiving confirmation from Yatra organizers, subsequent change of my plans and heading Mumbai was rest of the history.

With someone asking what day it was, I stopped looking blankly (into the past) and returned to fondly  see the bunch of people around me. ‘Dude, what day is today?’ – Mr. X was asking Mr. Y again. ‘What day? Are you kidding me? It’s Wednesday, 24th December, 2008 dammit! Not just an ordinary Wednesday, though’ – Just when I was about to start saying that, I heard someone calling ‘Umesh‘. Well it’s not Umesh, they were looking for some other -esh. Although I was present in the midst of such pandemonium with no comprehensive anticipations, it was amazing to see so many similar minded young guns on a common platform of change. That mere idea of having to spend next 3 odd weeks with all those absolute strangers yet so familiar looking people itself was exhilarating beyond measure. Just as my mouth was widening more and more with these contemplations, I was pushed gently in to the line to get sorted in to the groups. It was A-1.

With little yelling and some pointing, we could at last summon almost all the A group Yatris (and a facilitator, of course) together and that’s where another journey started even before the actual one commenced. With barely anything in my expectations, I was wide open to take anything and everything that comes out of this journey and I started learning stuff the moment I witnessed difficulties in keeping 300 folks in an organized way.

The Convocation Hall of IIT Powai became a venue for the first gathering of all the Yatris (that’s what all of us were called since then) and all that was spoken was truly inviting. After that introductory instructions by Raj and Co., four ladies (including the President Jyothi Naik) from Sri Mahila Griha Udyog Lijjat Papad were called upon to the stage and were introduced as our first role model. It was unknown to me then that I would be spending much more time talking and thinking about these ladies in next 3-4 days. With necessary briefing given, we were then transported in buses to Ravindra Natya Mandir where we met our second role model for the day – Manish Tiwari of Dabbawallahs.  As the man behind Mumbai’s (or Dare I say, India’s?) most simple yet successful business captivated each and everyone in the Hall with his compelling talk for almost 25 minutes which emphasized the importance of understanding ground realities. With that evening truly belonging to Mr. Tiwari’s (Dabbawallah’s) trademark dress, cap and occasionally thrown harsh truths keeping audience at the edge of their seats, his talk ended evoking deafening standing ovation. Dinner was followed by Gauri’s excellent way of making everyone dance to the tunes of TJY Anthem (Yaaro Chalon…). Group gatherings were happening even without any instruction and we spent some quality time in the same premises for more than half-an-hour. While the group members slowly started to commune, all of us then reached Mumbai Central Railway Station at around 2230 Hrs where The Train was supposed to come. It was later known to us that while we were merrily practicing dance steps at Ravindra Natya Mandir that evening, a team (led by Col. Patil) was putting their best efforts to keep The Train fit for travel.

As The Train approached on to the platform (no. 5), everyone roared in to the air making the whole atmosphere spectacularly turbulent. We managed to get in to one of the coaches minutes after The Train stopped on the platform. With little difficulty, we were kinda settled in The Train and it was about to start. Each and everyone on the Train were about to start their 18 day journey that was going to take all of them in to those corners of India which were seldom touched. Everybody was about to start the journey of awakening while it was time to sleep for many out there. Half past eleven on 24^th day of December of 2008, The Train started moving.

 

P.S: I lost my Yatra diary and there’s ‘Umesh’s‘ written on it. If, by any chance, any of the fellow yatris finds it in his/her luggage, kindly let me know. Courier charges will be duly paid .

P.P.S: In absence of my Yatra diary, it is becoming slightly difficult to remember things that I wanted to write about and hence I will be posting my Web Logs very irregularly. Besides, I got injured and my left hand now is incapable of typing. So, few more unwanted but unavoidable delays.

Anybody Out There

The Other Half

 

While pondering over

As always in my shower

The tap started acting amiss

That’s when I realized what I miss

 

When the bike was zooming on at sixty

And the back seat was empty

I found someone voguish

That’s when I realized what I miss

 

That was one Sunday morning

Which was not very charming

Just as I started to guess

That’s when I realized what I miss

 

On another fine evening

I wander around whistling

Turned to find none to kiss

That’s when I realized what I miss

 

When the clock clicked one in the night

And I wanted to talk my might

I searched for her in the nooks

That’s when I realized what I miss

 

When the world breaks my heart

And keeps me awake all the night

Someone tells me to hunt the Miss

That’s when I realized what I miss       

 

Ain’t sure if it’s time to hunt Miss

Barely ‘coz I realized what I miss

What would I look for, when it’s time

Let the next four lines play the prime

 

***

 

If ‘v’ appears ‘fore ‘I’ in your alphabets too

I can’t wait to see you

And then we talk the world

To become ‘us’ in the end

Actions Inactions And The Insects

There are many things going on in life, many things with such rapidity that is not even allowing us to look back and ponder over at what has been done or what has not been done. Past passes by and the Present persists. Swarming past into the Past is always nostalgiac but would only make the Present get past without getting noticed. Yet there are times, even in the maze of complex matrix, that bring things back on to the surface of the container filled with memories. Such wonderings and ensuing internal whisperings often conclude with definite sense of either approval or disapproval of what has been done (or has not been done). However many memories were found to bounce back even after they were forcibly sent into the corners of The Container (of memories). Such ponderings do not call a halt indefinitely either because of the sweet reminiscence they induce or because of the bitter truths they bring forth. The bitter memories that were brought to the fore were either because of one’s inability to act or because of one’s choice not to act in the circumstances that led to those bitter incidents.

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There was a very small insect on inner side of the window glass of the car just where his head was, a few moments ago. After finding this, he carefully avoided leaning on to that corner of the window to avoid further unwanted and preventable interaction with the insect. Though he was very tired, he wore an I-Am-Looking-Forward-For-This expression. He, evidently, had enough reasons to be so. It was almost after three years that he found an opportunity to step into what is called Capital of India. More importantly, this trip happens to be his first ever-official kind. He was trying to listen to what other two people (and the Driver, who was mostly silent) were conversing about (Damn it, he can’t even recollect what it was!), well, something. He could not help reeling past to reminisce those 3 days he spent last time he was in Delhi. Unlike this time, he then was unaccompanied (that was the first time, incidentally, he was alone on such a long detour) and was on his way to one of the possible, if not permanent, destinations. He spent 3 days in IIT Delhi after being denied of admission. It was not good.

‘Please don’t open the window glass Sir, I already told you we have an Air Conditioning System inside the Car,’ one of the two said, seemingly from long distance.

‘Yeah, I forgot,’ mumbled the other.

In the midst of such conversation in the Car, the time trickled away and he became more and more interested in what actually was happening outside the Car, on the Delhi roads (It would be more apt to state that he became less and less interested in those conversations in an Air Conditioned Car). It was almost 40 minutes past 10 on one of the sweltering mornings of April and the scorching heat was making its best efforts to penetrate through the window glass. The habitually proclaiming Growth of modern Delhi was clearly visible to him while he was reeling past the lanes of concrete jungle. Such a beautiful word, Inclusive Growth! The Growth that crawls incomprehensibly in to our conversations so often, the growth that we report by merely numbering the hundreds of millions of dollars (Dollar is the criteria, not INR!) some of the people could manage to drop in their back pockets, the growth that is directly proportional to the lengths and widths of the roads we travel on or to the points on BSE, the growth that is inversely proportional to the emptyness of the clustered roads. His eyes involuntarily followed someone (the someone who was not much inclusive in the Growth) at one junction when they were speeding up from a traffic signal. The harrowing, yet very much real, subject of his interest was out of sight but just before another (subject of interest) came into the sight. The insect that he saw on inner side of the window glass some time ago was, then, found on outer side of the window glass. He did not open the window glass (Instructions not to open the window were duly followed, thank you very much) and yet how could the insect that was inside before, managed to get out and still be on the outer side of window. Of course the insect was very small, but not small enough to pass through a closed window! The insect was moving very slowly with lot of effort for any slight movement it was making and was trying its might to stick on to the window glass. If the sun was blistering on inside wall of the window it must be boiling the insect on outer side of window which, he thought, must be fearing for its death if it loses its grip on window glass. He ruled out the idea of beating on window glass so that the insect might fall down and escape, for that would only kill it sooner, thanks to the incessant line of motor vehicles passing on.

Just when he was not able to figure out what to do with this, an insect on inner side of the window glass appeared. So, there have always been two, he said to himself with an air of unraveling some kind of mystery. Slight observation of those two made him lot more uncomfortable than he already was. The One Outside seemed to be very weak to move and was spending all of its energy on holding on to the window. The One Inside was going near the One Outside to try conversing through the window glass. It looked like the One Inside was asking the One Outside to hang on until it finds a way out to reunite. And then the One Inside was running to every corner to check if there was any tiny gap through which it could manage to reach out its pal. When it could not find any such gap, it was coming again to check how the One Outside was and plausibly assuring it that it will find a way out.

He felt like it was actually communicating with the One Outside or at least trying to do so nonverbally since it, perhaps, could not talk through the glass. He felt like he was intruding upon their privacy by peremptorily listening to the silent conversation they were having in those short intervals they came together. Each such contact seemed to helplessly re-energize the One Inside to run to all the corners of the glass in a hope of finding a way that takes it to the One Outside. It was poignantly astounding to see the amount of energy that tiny insect possesses and equally amazing to see the chronic, yet vain, efforts it was putting in reassuring the One Outside that it is, somehow, going to be fine. The One Outside was getting weaker and weaker under the blazing sun and he thought it might not be able to stay put any longer. But it seemed to have found that strength, no one knows from where, and was hanging on there for its dear love far more than for its, not so dear, life [FYI: He, somehow, wants to believe that the One Outside the window glass is a weak and helpless HE and the One Inside was a compassionate and deeply-in-love SHE. He confesses that he never meant indifference towards any of them by addressing each of them as IT].

He knew he was killing the One Outside by not letting it inside and the One Inside by not allowing joining its mate. He was so shameful of his helplessness that he dared not to see the insect directly. He was carefully avoiding looking at it directly probably because he felt he might not bear the look of the One Inside if it stares at him. In spite of the fact that the insect might not be able to plead him to allow it to get out or make him to understand how important it was for it to get out, he was afraid of looking because he knew whatever he was doing (or not doing) was leading both the insects to the pain of such intensity that can only be understood by those who have parted from their loved ones at least for once (or for ever) under the knowledge that they may never be able to see or talk with each other. He was almost feeling nausea when the car took a sharp U-turn and the jerk of such turn made him lose balance. He wondered if there was any accident but then the car stopped ignition after which people opening doors and getting down made him understand they reached one of the destinations, where one of them had to get down. It was all confusion with the luggage bags and by the time when the rest of them got into the car again the time must have passed by 5 precious minutes.

When he was getting back into the car, he was desperately hoping to see the Insects where they were. He was so determined to find a way of bringing them together and he felt he should do anything and everything to make it happen. He entered the car and locked the door after placing himself in the same seat. He checked at the same spot only to find nothing on the window glass to his dismay. He was looking at an empty one-sided glass and all he could see was just a plain view of busy road under a huge flyover. He waited for some time because whenever the One Inside went to search for a way outside it takes time to come back again to the spot. But he could not find the One Outside either. ‘Please don’t give up on me now. Pleease!’ – Whom was he begging? Five minutes passed but he did not locate either of them. A harsh truth was slowly dawning on to his numb mind but he, desperately, was hoping to be wrong. He did not want to believe but he, even when it was necessary, could not open the window glass just because he was instructed not to do so since the car had Air Conditioning System and any outside air, if comes inside, may disturb the ambience inside temporarily, if not permanently. Pathetic! He can never know what happened to them. He can never know if they were escaped when they stopped and opened the doors. He can never know, even if he wants to, if the sudden jerk killed those tiny creatures. He can never forgive himself.

***

There may be umpteen reasons for you to wonder why I chose to narrate you a tale of these small, absolutely helpless insects when we are currently witnessing more hapless and worst kind of stories right in the human world. I may never be able to answer that question. Instead I will tell you that you may have missed the whole point in the tale. When I asked him about why he felt what he felt about those insects, pat came a reply from the mirror. Even if he had chosen to open the window, he may not have changed the consequent effects significantly. Or everything that he imagined going on between the insects was all in his head. Yet, this whole thing, apparently, is not just about those insects and/or their unknown, if not certain, death! This is about the world that is pushing you into the corners of utter helplessness. This is about the suffering that comes out of helplessness. This is about love. This is about what you do and more often about what you do not do. This is about action and more about inaction. This is about the choices that you make and about the consequences that cannot be undone.

Saturday July 5, 2008 – 05:09pm (IST)

The Saga Of Sayonara

          There was a mild but seemingly perennial sound coming apparently from distant source that made him move. He tried to cover his ears hoping to impede the disturbance with anything in his reach only to realize that there isn’t anything (He stopped using pillows months ago). The disturbing source gleefully declaring its triumph became more pronounced. Accepting defeat, he opened his eyes scantily to locate a cell phone just beside his left ear. Ah, it’s always been the cell phone of course; he looked at it fondly and snoozed the alarm. But why on earth I wanted to wake up so early, he thought. Barely a week ago had he dealt with all the processes that would now make him Master of something (well, they call it Technology) and thus free to sleep as much as he wanted to. He knew he had things to do though – submission of library card, identity card (about which he particularly had problem with, Why would they need my ID, the memorabilia he felt connected with, whose validity, however, is over? he argues), NOCs (No Objection Certi’s), course completion certi’s, no due certi’s – many of them were done properly already and few, he was sure, would not demand such an early attendance making him set an alarm at the dawn of day! The moment he started dozing off again the alarm, somehow vigilant, announced its presence again showing 0845 hrs. It then struck him. He woke up startled. How could I not remember it, he rebuked himself. He then set off to his friends’ rooms while brushing up to check. None of them was interested, nor was he though. He himself was not exhilarated with the program, honestly, but just wanted to see how it goes. He checked his invitation again. By the time he set off, he was joined by one. They both started.

          ‘It’s Netaji, isn’t it?’ he asked walking briskly.

          ‘Yes,’ the other replied checking his invitation card, ‘17^th May 0930 hrs, we are late already’.

          It would have been better if the vehicle – The Cycle – is available in its right state, he thought checking his cycle’s punctured tyre hoping it would repair itself. Wondering if this program starts at the right time, they entered the main building after 10 minutes and through the corridors they paced towards Netaji Auditorium when the watch on someone’s hand displayed 0955 hrs. It was after two (or was it 3?) security check ups he along with the other entered the auditorium. ‘Of course, it hasn’t started yet,’ he said. They found seats in the back row, placed themselves comfortably, started waiting. Ten minutes passed while ‘you came too’, ‘why didn’t they come?’ etc were shared with the people already present. After few more minutes he realized it was this same Netaji Auditorium they were first assembled to be addressed by the Director inviting them all to the Institute. The same auditorium now holds his …,someone made his appearance on the dias declaring the arrival of Mr. President Kalam in five minutes and asking them to pay him his usual respects. More than ten minutes passed without getting noticed and then he came, Mr. Kalam. After initial greetings, he seated back to listen what Mr. Kalam had to say. It was not disappointing, he thought, after more than an hour – there was some humor after all and some ‘Kalam special’ Oaths. It was 15 minutes past 12 when he came out of auditorium when it was all over. Sending the other back to room, he then took his left and started walking briskly in a narrow path under the sun as the hot air hit him hard on the face. The path led him to a building that bore a name which he read with little sense of pride for the umpteenth time – ‘Department of Mechanical Engineering’. Once he checked that the notice board doesn’t have anything to concern with him, he left unceremoniously. It was half past three when he came back to his room (after completing lunch along with his friends) to find many things to be done. With slight but persistent pain (spreading from his forehead across to the back portion of head) he had been having lately, he realized that he hadn’t slept for more than 20 hours in the past 5 days. Busy he was, he smiled to himself. He was astonished to see how busy he was during the last week and sighed at the look of his room. He was occupied with so many other things that he did not recognize how much mess is still there to get juxtaposed even after sending two box full of things (Books, not very important books and some unimportant books along with few things that, he thought, could be necessary) the previous day to Jamshedpur, a city he would soon get occupied with. The mere glance itself made his shoulders slump an inch or two and there are DVDs waiting there to get written. His legs automatically led him to the PC with his eyes carefully avoiding the mess defending himself with ‘there’s still time’ and he was lost again.

          But the time was tricky thing. The sultry summer air was losing its intensity, as it would on every day, while the usually sunlit room started getting dimmer. After avoiding it for considerably long time, he lazily checked time only to get shocked, again. What’s wrong with me, he thought for the second time since he woke up and set off to department to meet The Ray. All along the way he remembered how he had asked The Ray to go for a dinner for one last time (as if there were any before!) and how The Ray appreciated the gesture but refused gently citing his health and how he instead asked him to come to his office along with his friend the previous evening and how they had very good time together almost for an hour. After meeting him and taking some special bengali songs from him that he asked for, two days ago, he came back to his room. He then tried to arrange things in a bag before everybody came and he, with all of them, set off to dinner. It was almost 2230 hrs when he came back to the room and this time he ignored PC and started some packing. It seemed like an hour after which he looked around the room quite satisfactorily with great sense of achievement and checked if there’s anything else to put in the first bag. Second bag and the suitcase were packed simultaneously attending PC occasionally. By midnight packing was almost done except the clothes he was wearing and of course PC. It was at 0300 hrs he thought he should get start with packing PC. Taking help from a friend he managed to do it by 0530 hrs although it would be more appropriate to state it vice versa. He with his friend, then, set off to others’ rooms to check whether any one is up and after trying unsuccessfully to wake them up, they returned to their respective rooms. The watch showed 0600 hrs when he came back to the room and the calendar announcing its presence showed 18 ^th May, 2007.

          He entered the room, this time, with a slight weary look and was astonished to see how empty it was. Two bags, a suitcase and two boxes were all the evidence of life that existed there in the room before and within no time they would be removed too. Driven by fatigue, he sat on his bed looking out through his balcony door. He thought about all the people who had spent their time in the same room before he did and about the people who are going to occupy it once he vacates. The sun was already making his appearance and seemed to be in hurry. In no time the sun started to shine brightly making every corner of the room to bath in while the summer wind, which was already becoming warmer, coming across the green grass, hit the window panes which whimpered feebly.

          ‘Things go fast here,’ he thought ‘very fast’. The day he first entered this Institute with the knowledge of spending significant part of his life, ‘that day,’ he remembered, ‘doesn’t seem like two years ago’. It was still on the surface of his memory how he hated everything concerned with the Institute (except, perhaps, Department) and complained about everything ranging from horrible weather to the non – availability of his regular bath soap. He recollected how he attributed every bad thing that happened to him to the only fact that he was not at home and how he used to reason himself stubbornly that if he was home how he could have avoided them happening. He remembered how hard it had been for him to stay away from home and a set of established friends, how hard did he cry when he felt harrowing about being kept ignorant about things that he would die to know, when he felt he did not comply with his whatsoever duties as a grandson, a son, a brother, a friend etc etc (though none complained, instead rejoiced the maintenance of secrecy claiming that it was all for his own good!) and when he found no shoulders at his immediate side to lay his head upon in grief. He recollected fondly, sitting there in the debris of old newspapers and magazines, every trip he made to home in the past 23 months (particularly the time when he flew for the first time, courtesy – Air Deccan) and how he used to start planning the next one the moment he steps back into the Institute.

          The sun now shone more brightly on the window panes spreading more light into the room as he started to feel the heat of the sharp rays. Aesthetically pleasing sounds were generated from nowhere as the birds started their day, as they would on every other day, for there was nothing special for them unlike him. He never had considerable chance (or he never bothered take notice of one) to appreciate the beauty of dawn prior to his coming to this place. ‘Acknowledging this would bring my subconscious, if not certain, liking for this place,’ he smiled weakly. ‘Do I still hate this place,’ it was like he was asking more to the room than to himself. Since room did not answer, he conceived it as ‘love towards something else that made him hate this more’. He remembered all those days he managed to make himself present on time to those very early classes without getting reprimanded. He remembered how it was not in his hands to stop dozing off even when he was sitting in the front row in some extremely boring classes. Umpteen (good, bad and ugly) movies, beautiful discussions, everlasting games, farewells and freshers, - bit of many activities reeling past his eyes while he was sure that not everything was coming forth but would come some time.

          It was here, he remembered, he first started his first ever bank account and he first used ATM card and he first drew money considered to be his. It was here he got introduced to many people he would never forget in his life – on and off campus. It was of course here he first had a chance to buy a vehicle of his own – The Cycle. It was here that he hated to eat almost every time he went to eat yet managing to eat for two full years. It was here that he had been to gym for the first time and it was because of being here that he had his first cell phone! It was because of being here, after all, he was offered a job that he could not refuse (unlike in the previous case where he did refuse, ironically that lead him here.) The best part, he thought, was he being to many places during last 10 days without knowing that it would be the last time that he would be going to those places with the tag of student- gym, swimming pool, Tech Market, Main Building, Vikramshila, JCB, VS and the list goes on. Realizing that he would never ever get that status again was nostalgic, if not painful.

          The mist in his eyes slowly grew watery even without his knowledge. He would not have believed if someone said that he would, sometime, shed a tear or two about leaving the place he once hated. Yet here he was.

          There was a knock on the door. ‘Enter,’ he said, pulling himself up. It was, then, reminded to him that the time was 0715 hrs and they, who were all leaving with him, were supposed to start by 0815 hrs to catch the train at 0900 hrs. With utter confusion prevailing (while he had had one last glance at his room, E1 – 107) they started off almost at 0830 hrs and were sure that it would be late by the time they get ready with their luggage slips which were to be taken from some official at railway station. And yes they were right. As if Kharagpur wanted them to leave at any cost, the train was also conveniently delayed. The train arrived at 0935 hrs and as it should, started to leave in 10 minutes. He was looking at the platform on the other side, the old bridge, the leaking taps and the red clothed people with some badges across their chests waiting for the next train to come. He knew this would come and this is it, ‘I cannot enter this territory never again as I did so many times for the past two years, not again as student‘ he said more to the cement platform than to himself amidst loud announcements. ‘Get in now, Umesh. The train’s started. Its over’ someone shouted. ‘Yes, all is over,’ he sighed and whispered ‘Sayonara Kharagpur’.

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          Exactly after 77 days, he, placed himself comfortably, is waiting to make a trip to Kharagpur, a very short one. This time, unlike every trip he made till date, the trip is intended to take something from Kharagpur. The convocation date, after getting deferred once (which incidentally suited his plans and he did not know whom to thank), hasn’t been announced yet and when it gets announced he is all set to start and thus going to close the final link.

Friday August 3, 2007 – 01:17pm (IST)

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• Vidyu…
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Absolutely heart-rending and arguably your best yet!

Saturday August 4, 2007 – 04:53pm (EDT) Remove Comment

• TheDo…
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That’s overwhelming! Yes, it was dreadfully nostalgic and it stays so, I reckon.

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• srivi…
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student life is one beautiful experience! and u’ve described it so well..

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• TheDo…
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I hope I did. I experienced things that are beyond beautiful though!

P.S: Thanks for stopping by .

Monday October 8, 2007 – 09:41am (IST) Remove Comment

• Alway…
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Just a great post

Tuesday November 13, 2007 – 01:49am (IST) Remove Comment

• TheDo…
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Thank You.

Tuesday November 13, 2007 – 10:31am (IST) Remove Comment

Holi – Two Thousand And Seven

 

          This day used to be fun, for this is the day when everybody gets suffused in colors! Oh yes, I am talking about Holi, the festival of colors. It’s been nine years (Is it ten? I don’t remember!) since I celebrated this day with colors chiefly because I then felt there’s no color in life further, no more happiness and partly because neighborhood didn’t demand much (I used to make their attempts futile puncturing much of their ebullient fervor).

          The last time I had colors sprayed on me reminds how life used to be and how much happiness was there around. The morning used to start with all the attempts to make people at home allow me to go out, trying to get the restrictions as minimum as possible, although they were intended to make me as less dirty as possible if you know what I mean. And thus the whole of the morning used to be busy with colors and colors and colors. Search parties were there the mission of whose is to bring people out of their houses and fill them with chromatic combinations of colors and thus make them join in the group. Special packages (some delicate substances!) would always be waiting for somebody special. The new members then volunteer to improve the quality of the search parties with all their creativity at use. And thus it used to continue. Back home, warm water waiting along with umpteen reprimands. The day used to be remembered at least for a week or two until the stories of discoloring each and everybody dies off formally and the color on every face fades off. And then look forward for the next One.

          Things change, so do we. It’s not the same now. Its lack of the enthusiasm that makes this day no more special, partly, but it’s the way they are doing IT makes it banal, abominable I daresay, most of the times.

          This morning started in a similar way. After successfully disheartening some people who wanted to bring me in to colors, I was forced by an adamant and feisty mob that made me to agree with the minimal discoloration. But the things then went astray, for who imagined that I would be joining them for the remaining hours of the morning, having fun to get permeated in colors. And thus things happened, after more than nine years with some of the reasons for my disassociation with the day still remaining, that made most of my body occupied with colors. It is then understood that it is more with the people you are with, that matters far more than the way everybody is making you to feel about it.

           Now I found the reason to tell you all who were sent back successfully by me in all these years that it was never because I meant to make you feel disappointed, it rather is because of my indifference towards the way people are doing IT. I am sorry, but I could not find fun in running partially dressed even before you guys! If getting partially dressed is bad, making others to do so is worst! They said, ‘if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen’. I found my way out of kitchen easily, but my apologies if I was sassy in the process.

              Today, I must tell, was great, for the company I was in, made me feel so.

 ‘Who in the rainbow can draw the line where violet tint ends and the orange begin? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blendingly enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity!’

 Sunday March 4, 2007 – 11:45pm (IST)

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• Vidyu…
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Whatever happened later, I’m extremely glad you played. Very very happy indeed. Great pic

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I’m glad too. And yeah, that shirt’s not mine, for I was forced to spend that morning topless

Thursday March 8, 2007 – 12:04am (IST) Remove Comment

‘Lost – Cannot Be Found Temporarily’

Project…

System crash…I hate viruses, ah, who don’t.

Formatting…

Back to Programming…

Project: Matlab…

Beautiful and poignant Zakhm scores…

Project: Results…

Lolitha (A movie about incestuous love)…

Project: Matching??…

Project: No, what now…checked with standard analytical results?

Project: Check the program again and again…

A Tiny, Dusty, Grumpy room tries to get cleaned…

Project: We are almost near to the book results Sir…

These are the things I was occupied with, for the past two fortnights and yet am not able to come out of those nightmares of improper results, partly due to the chore I still am supposed to work on and partly due to the unavailing efforts of making some time for me.

It perhaps is not being busy. It would sound more real to say I was in abstracted state than to create an impression that I was bustling around, for what is it when someone tries shaving cream instead of toothpaste until he realizes that it’s not the shaving cream he is supposed to use to clean his mouth. He must have been out of his mind. Yes, I, perhaps, was. It could be because of the tiny, teeny, lilliputian feeling that I haven’t completed the book I started long ago or it could also be because of the inordinate agony- who’ll be there for me!!, not to mention the sudden waves of nostalgia suffusing me in the memories of Home or it could be any thing else.

If you want me to set this straight, here it is, there is something missing in life, the enormity of which is a clear obstinacy. Before that, I must tell you that I am on a mission of completing my post graduate studies. Since there is no stonking better place, alas and alack, than this place, the mission shall not be considered as a complete frivolous. Still there is something I miss, albeit many a time, many well wishers tried to dispose me towards a set of beliefs which are stated as below:

1. Living alone makes you to think independently,….true, perhaps

2. The process of learning is best done when you are alone,….truly true

3. Nothing’s permanent,….there are some permanent things

4. Never look a gift horse in the mouth,….Neither did I check the teeth nor was I gifted!!

These are the only areas the whole concentration of the conciliations, more often than not, is laid upon. They perhaps might be genuinely trying to make me to understand that it is not as bad as I imagine it and they almost succeed whenever they do that. Yes, it perhaps might not be as worst as I imagine it; it is truly far better state of life than lots of young people of my age. But it is also an undeniable fact that ‘it is not as much OK as you imagine it’ which I invariably tries to explain but in vain, perhaps my reasons do not sound rational.

It is not that I hate this place though I was under such a delusion in my early stages of independent life. I used to cleave to this belief until I realized that it is not with the place where I am now. And, neither do I hate my work, in fact, this is the real good thing happened to me in recent times, me working on the things I wanted to, the best part is, I am under ‘The Ray’ (you surely will know more about ‘The Ray’ in near future). Yummy!!

So, it is not with the work and I still do not feel happy. The only explanation I could find on one extremely delightful (once in a blue moon), crepuscular Sunday morning was, there is something empty, unfilled vacuum which is what bothering me. And that can neither be filled by me nor by place I reside, however best it might be in the world. It was with great difficulty the rationale behind all this was found and it is with the greatest ease that the two things related to the rationale were listed, the two very important things of my life, indeed the titanic priorities of my life. One of which is certainly missing in my life at this moment and is definitely matchless, but the other, which is of as paramount important as the first one, is found wherever I go. But here too, few things remain irreplaceable.

So, since the first remains inaccessible, the ersatz second tries to surface on the list with all its honest efforts but then realizes that both on the list move parallel, forever, and never be interchangeable. This is how the tale of ‘lost-cannot be found temporarily-some consolations’ considered to be untangled in the best possible way.

It is too late now, time to end the vignette of amateur scribbling. The things afore mentioned (Lolitha, anyway, is not going to repeat and so does the formatting thing, hopefully) surfaces back onto the foreground making me to shuffle the order of priorities. And there you go, an obligated, duty bounded, re-energized, responsible teacher’s pet emerges, leaving the vacuum unfilled, stops the dolorous Tere Bin…, opens again but now with fractionally deflated volume and animatedly opens matlab, then realizes with in a short time that he is a novice programmer. What now? Opens the balcony door to feel the fresh chilling breeze and ends the day by posting this.

P.S: The ‘two’ are listed as follows:

1. The Home.

2. The Friendship.

  

Saturday October 28, 2006 – 03:15am (IST)

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• Vidyu…
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Ah so finally settled on the ‘two’ things most lacking eh?! Cool entry!! And will be waiting for The Ray

Saturday October 28, 2006 – 04:44am (EDT) Remove Comment

• TheDo…
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True, The Two. And ‘The Ray’ thing may take time longer than anticipation for the big things are verily worth waiting.

Saturday October 28, 2006 – 02:22pm (IST) Remove Comment

• sree d
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i sincerly agree that there are many things worth waiting than thinking about what we have lost

Sunday October 29, 2006 – 01:10am (IST) Remove Comment

• TheDo…
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ah…look who’s here! Thanks for stopping by Srdevi and yeah, the best way to move ahead is with the energetic force created by the motivation of the past reminscences instead of getting lost in the reminscences.

Sunday October 29, 2006 – 12:51pm (IST) Remove Comment

On Popular Demand

It has been a very pleasant day. The day with imaginations spreading wildly, the day with happiness percolating inside and outside me, and the day with images in the clouds dancing according to my imaginative scores as seen through my balcony door. Everything seems to look plausible ranging from me becoming a Bachelor of Medicine and Surgery (MBBS) to a world with absolute harmony. But is the world is as imperturbably synchronized as I imagine it to be? The poignant echoes from the environs straggly rambling in my imaginative array answer in their own way making me to see through unbalanced existence of the truth and motivate me towards a brand new sunrise.

Now don’t worry, the popular demand is yet to come. It’s after the whole flight thing, occurred couple of weeks ago, few mates inquired about me having any chance of letting people know about it explicitly. But ever since I stepped into my first actual flight I pictured me doing this and here comes me, yammering in which the epigraph just reflects my state of mind at this moment, nothing more than that.

So, it was almost ten months ago I first had a chance of flying but I couldn’t chose that moment to materialize it due to many reasons, may it be because of that impromptu idea or whatever, it dint happen but some of my friends flew. After their triumphant flight I thought I should give it a try, not because of their successful flight, only because I wanted to fly too once, after all, flying always has been very popular in my other world. Then we all forgot about it and moving on when there was news of economic tickets to fly flashed around. I dont wanna announce the airways name because you are gonna hear things which they don’t want others to hear from us who traveled in economy class, but I guess it’s really not a difficult guess, is it? It is again the friend who took initiative in the process and asked me, since I told him I might consider the flying thing if they want to fly again. Thanks to him and the place where I am, the things worked out well and a copy stating that we are gonna fly was with us. Now the process of waiting started.

The day before the scheduled plan was quite exciting because of more than one reason. It was planned that we should start at 0500hrs to make it to airport in the next city within time. The time was 0130hrs the same day, I dint sleep yet. It was then I suddenly learnt that I dint end the day the way I wanted to, I dint complete my just been favorite show, F.R.I.E.N.D.S Season 2. It was worse after realizing that I missed an episode in Season 1, I completed it and got interrupted by some I need help call (no, I don’t blame him) but it was 0300hrs when it is all over, now that I am supposed to sleep. I still dint complete Season 2. I tried to sleep and was partly successful.

It was at 0430hrs I woke up. The Day started officially. It was 24^th of July, Monday. We were ready, started at 0500hrs; our first mission is to get to the airport located in the City of Joy, as described by Dominique Lapierre from the place where we live. We were in city railway station by 0800 hrs, had some breakfast and on our way to taxi stand. It was then we received information of rescheduling of flight to 1025hrs (it was supposed to be at 1100hrs, preponed). Since we were early, no problem, but the thought of people who were not as careful (!) as we were, made me a bit uncomfortable. I was at the required place long before the (re)scheduled timing and started waiting for my first flight, reminiscing those moments when I first got into the real plane, just entered, dint fly. It was almost one and half year ago, those were great times.

The wait happened to be longer than anticipated; I soon was bored of looking at girls at the terminal. People were coming and going and waiting like us while we had been wittering on about lots of things. It was then our boring level seemed to touch the apex of listlessness, a pair of young white ladies intruded our languor of insouciance creating titillation which too was quickly palled. At the height of growing weariness, it was announced that we need to move to another terminal, thanks to the pilot who brought the vehicle so soon (it was 1200hrs noon). We were transported to the area of boarding in a bus, which sucks and were soon in the jumbo plane with lots of people already having seated. The first glance gave me the expected impression and after knowing that no seat numbers were there as mentioned on the ticket we were seated with a guy with I-know-it-all expression on a three seated couch, the guy at the window side.

Well then, we started moving whilst a strange feeling of nausea started festering for a while which almost withered away after the take off at the sight of moving clouds parallel to us (that I-know-it-all guy had been an obstruction to us, not letting us to have a clear view, I don’t blame him though.). The idea of moving along, into the clouds made me euphoric as it always had been just an imagination. Some pretty people dressed in a uniform appeared from nowhere, started instructing about seat belts and other safety measures if we get drowned and all and were there in the vicinity all the time inquiring everybody’s needs. Slowly our ravenous bellies started to respond letting us know that it’s been five hours since we hadn’t had anything good to eat. We ordered something which definitely was not worth of its cost, pacified ourselves and were soon started feeling sleepy or may be it was feeling of nothing to do which led to that small somnolent slumber after trying some magazines.

I woke up completely at the sight of Hyderabad from top view through the occupied window and started to feel bit nostalgic. It was then the I-know-it-all guy interrupted and queried us our whereabouts and knowing our provenance started to tell us about career stories and how his bag of very expensive pants was almost lost in the terminal before and blah blah. We were just uh-huhing while he was telling us about him being a frequent flier and was denigrating that private airways firm for being giving him such an unsteady flight and complaining about the unskilled and laxly trained pilots of India. The moment of landing came causing the same feeling of nausea for a while, comparatively less intense.

It was almost 1430hrs when we landed. We were again transported to the terminal from plane in a bus, waited for our luggage bags and were out of the place soon parting our ways. I was glad I was home, more importantly, landed at my favorite place in Hyderabad, only next to Home,of course. It was thus The First Flight Thing ended, so do this piece.

 

 Wednesday September 20, 2006 – 01:49am (IST)

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• Vidyu…
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Ah. That must have been exciting. My sympathies are with you for having faced I-Know-It-All guy! I know how annoying it can be! So now, waiting for your next visit to Hyderabad (irrespective of whether it is flight or non-flight :p)

Tuesday September 19, 2006 – 05:17pm (EDT) Remove Comment

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Yeah it was, considering it as an extension of my entry into the real plane a year and half ago. That clouds thing was far more exhilarating and I-Know-It-All guy, how tough it is to avoid them!! wanna disapparate now but u know, I dint pass the test yet .

Wednesday September 20, 2006 – 03:02am (IST) Remove Comment

• Vidyu…
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Aww I wish you could disapparate too!

Wednesday September 20, 2006 – 01:06pm (EDT) Remove Comment

• TheDo…
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I desparately want to, ahahahah…(read as crying)

Thursday September 21, 2006 – 08:38am (IST) Remove Comment

• dilip
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Oh !!! despite the excitement u got in the flight …waiting for it would be annoying. Also being with the I-know-it-all guy who is always disturbing u might be dissapointing, but all in all it is a fantastic way to reach ur native place in jus 2 hrs (26 hrs by train …. jus imagine).

Tuesday October 3, 2006 – 11:37am (IST) Remove Comment

• TheDo…
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Two and Twenty Six, which would anyone chose, considering the fact that it always may not be Twenty Six

Tuesday October 3, 2006 – 04:38pm (IST) Remove Comment

The Three And ME

Back from the vacation - in fact, back long ago – sitting congenially and quite dogmatically (this happens rarely, you know) on my PC and planning next one .

It is always difficult for me, (who never spent a single week out of home before leaving home a year ago) after skiving off coll for more than I could, to come to this place leaving home. But this time it is different, even more arduous than it used to be. What might be the difference? This time, I could not answer myself as I always do ‘This is gonna be jus ephemeral, Don worry dear, its gonna be A-OK‘, give or take some words. It is atypical in many ways starting with the way I reached Home, the way I spent there, the way I left Home, increasing my weight- though if one just sit there and think, what was the difference, how was it not same as the previous visits, one may not find a substantial difference, but yes, I am sure it was different…in umpteen courses. Ok, too many ‘different’s eh… You will know one of them in the due course.

I always liked a cycle. When I was a child, when I first laid my hands (or, perhaps eyes) on a cycle, I, possibly, wouldn’t had imagined the way I’m thinking about cycle now, the reason, axiomatically, – I was not present me then-, but it always used to fascinate me in a way that- This vehicle makes you to move fast, faster- that prima facie is still in here in this (wannabe ) impregnable head.

I never had a chance of owning a vehicle (I preferred cycle once), nor did I need one, it was just, I managed things without any. But it was after me coming to this place, (where….ok, later!) I, implacably, supposed to have one. So, for the first time in my life, I bought a vehicle, and that inconceivably, happened to be a bicycle, that too at an age when most (hmm…not most, few) of the people are thinking of shitting their bikes to make it to a 4-wheeler (before you count it heavy, it was 21, just twenty one!). Its not that I don’t like a cycle, it’s only that I was not prepared, but that was inevitable. Mind you, I did not repine. So what’s with the cycle, just cycle, what the damn do one care about a cycle? I thought different. It was after suddenly realizing that this cycle-The Cycle- made all the difference.

Oh yes, it did.

This is the vehicle which made all the difference, it can make, in the human transportation system. This is the vehicle, where (wo)mankind used (wo)man (after which came, mechanical) power to maneuver a vehicle for the first time, which, eventually proved to be of great use in many fields, this is the basis, even to build a hovercraft or spacecraft and I consider it as the greatest ever contribution to human transportation (according to me though!), before which people used to walk or use animals for the purpose. When this epiphany occurred to me, I started to look at my cycle more affectionately.

I don’t remember when I first stepped into a train, but I certainly remember those 30-40 days I traveled daily in the train, some, six years ago. I dint realize the purpose that train was serving then, it was just another traveling means for me. And after that, it was 15 months ago, I really traveled in a train, the peregrinations (now, these are long ones) in which, I started to love the train. Since then it unequivocally makes me ecstatic to travel in a train, for more than one reason though (it, sometimes hurts too), and observe different people. I never felt bored in a train, in fact I, some times, prefer to stay alone in a train, observing people or reading some book (Crap! according to some friends). In one of those ducky catches, a thought crossed my mind, the flit which almost startled me – What without Trains, the idea which made me to twig the importance of this bulk-transportation system, without which, oh no, I can’t imagine, rather don’t want to.

We all know how important transportation is to us all (though most don’t realize) and The Train serves it ginormously. This trains thing made me look at things carefully.

It was always artery I used, and I also liked, to reach home or to be back to this place, except this time. This time, it was different detour I used to get to Home, the airways. I am no different to anyone to not get excited about the thought of traveling in air and missing the op once, I wish not to be blemish again. Thanks to a friend, I got a toehold from where I will have to turn things in my favor. Yes, I did. It was a short haul, which was supposed to be an odyssey and we cruised more than 1500 KMs, fifteen hundred kilometers in just two hours! After that luxurious 120 minutes, I started to think, as I always do (ho-hum), how much do we need air travel than many other things, the things we (the world) need desperately, now, let’s put the emergency things aside for a while.

Anyways, I must tell you that, I was titillated, but not exhilarated with this entire flight thing. It didn’t create much difference, not as much as the cycles and trains did (to me!). But I did like it and I did enjoy it.

So, this is one of the differences I was talking about, in the epigraph, and the most unimportant of the lot!

Now, time for the denouement, quashing the limpidly (!) explained (here comes those some people again and calls it a complete ramble, I agree with them too) paean about the Three Greatest Achievements by the Humankind (according to me, again ).

Sunday August 27, 2006 – 10:51am (IST)

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Yes, I agree transportation, today, is just as necessary as is breathing. So those are the three. I personally cannot decide which is my favorite though!

Sunday August 27, 2006 – 04:31am (EDT) Remove Comment

• TheDo…
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Even I can’t, definitely not the third. And yes, The Transportation thing is the deciding factor in many ways.

Sunday August 27, 2006 – 02:14pm (IST) Remove Comment

• Kisho…
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Guys be sure u have a dictionary when u start reading his blogs.. atleast guys like me do need it… hmm.. Moreover its not completely amusing… But still I just can’t say a NO to wat u have said…

Friday September 8, 2006 – 03:29pm (IST) Remove Comment

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Thanx for no NO ! but, ’twas not meant to be an amusing screeds, neway. And regarding dic thing, I dint mean to, u know that .

Friday September 8, 2006 – 05:43pm (IST) Remove Comment

alien_prince007@yahoo.co.in

Whenever somebody asks me my id on yahoo, and when I start telling the first part of my id I could notice a queerish frown on their face and one gets flabbergasted when I complete telling my id…, not even a single exception till now.

It was long time ago I created my first id on yahoo, before which I was a four-oh-four, with the help of a friend, which made positively baronial difference in my way of corresponding with people. My first id was… well, its not pertinent here to mention it on this leaf, but it dint suit me well or rather I thought so. Here started my search for a new id, which, I thought, should be unrivaled, alternative and quirky, that should keep me special in a group. That was one of my foolish or silly ideas! I put my thinking cap on and mulled about this over and over and after much cogitation, I came up with a brilliant or rather beautiful (was it ?!, well…some said so) id…that was, alien_prince007@yahoo.co.in .

This, I daresay, created a tumult in my friends circle and, purpose was done! Was that what I expected, may be yes. Was that an aching for atypical id that would eventually create hoo-ha? Well…I dint know what I was doing, but I definitely wanted an unusual id. But it is true that, it provided a topic for people something to talk about. A very few people (I understand their concerns) suggested changing to a good and decent id which would be useful (?), but I continue to hang with that id and created another id for ACADEMIC purposes to pacify them (partly to pacify me too)…too many ids, eh…

Now the sad part comes. Till a fortnight ago, I have been using this id with great intensity and I was not having any apprehensions about being losing contact with people. I could stay in touch with people; they are just a click away (though I love writing letters to people, I very rarely do that…reasons are known universally). But somebody found a way of making me cataleptic! My id got HACKEDL. I lost contact with everybody on my list…that’s a disaster. I tried every alternate way, but there were some things that I don’t remember, which cost me in a very dangerous way.

I was not at all prepared for this (I doubt anybody would). One can always say, it is unusual to think about an id (ID!) in such an involved way, but it was not only the people’s contacts I would be missing (which can be retrieved) but the id which I liked most. That was my first special id. I can’t create similar one again. So I got to take a tough decision of quitting it, leaving the field clear for another id, which many of pals expected to be a DECENT one. And here I am with a new and fresh id and in a new avatar.

You just read my first blog entry!..WOW!!

Wednesday June 28, 2006 – 02:39am (IST)

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hahaha. OK the pic is just as ugly as your ex-id But I can understand the sentiment attached to your first id. Sad that it is gone! I mean it was different – a non-human/animal/insect/bird prince in another planet/galaxy who also is an undercover and brave secret agent. wow!
And I also think this is the perfect topic for the first blog entry! Excellent!;-)

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So, the first words of the first comment are hahaha…well..thats dandy, indeed. And, ha..I coduld not find a better pic. oh yeah, i miss that id ….and what can i say now…nothing more than this ‘I am Honoured’.

Sunday July 2, 2006 – 09:56pm (IST) Remove Comment

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Oh so sad that u lost it ….. but u lost only the id and not the creativity …….. with this blog many would definitely know that and hopefully u will get them back…….keep writing something different this time ………..hehe joking……..never give up!!!!!!!

Monday July 3, 2006 – 09:24pm (IST) Remove Comment

• TheDo…
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Thank for the lament, mate…but its not a complete despair, is it?…i mean its not completely lost..i still hav gmail id wth the same ’self-styled appellation’…So, not a completely haemorrage..:-)

Monday July 3, 2006 – 09:40pm (IST) Remove Comment

• dilip
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wow thats gr8……

Monday July 3, 2006 – 10:50pm (IST) Remove Comment

• vyom …
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so done wid it yeh…. i was actually wtng 4 ur blog 2 come since i’ve read ur fren’s..it is not at all less than wat i expctd…though i cudn’t dare 2 say som thng abot tat i ud try 2 pull all my strength n say tat it is truly excellent as excellent as ur performance in ’structures’ so go on wid such thngs …neway u will…

Saturday July 8, 2006 – 10:02pm (IST) Remove Comment

• TheDo…
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ah…i cud atlast (atleast) meet ur expectations…well am I really …?
and yes, i am going to drag myself to my TRUE myself appreciably more, rather, i am trying to do that, and coming to Ex thing, that may be more than what i deserve, not Structures thing, though

Saturday July 8, 2006 – 10:15pm (IST) Remove Comment

• vyom …
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many times i found u to be in true urself so u need not try 2 drag urself der u r der n juz b der….

Sunday July 9, 2006 – 11:05am (IST) Remove Comment

• TheDo…
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haha ok…but I reckon u also might have noticed that I compromise a lot…COMPROMISE, a tricky situation in which u kill urself and stay inanimate (atleast for a while), but what is life without compromise. I assure u i’ll be the same with wee bit of acclimatisations…hmmm wat is this to do wth our blog now…:-/

Sunday July 9, 2006 – 04:33pm (IST) Remove Comment

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YES der r certain situations when u (not exactly u in purticular i mean any one) do need 2 compromise but i found u (U in purticular) fight against tat 2 acme….okay cmg 2 MY BLOG i need 2 gather gud amount of vocab yet, but i ud one day certainly go wid it … wid d inspiration gained from of U…….

Wednesday July 12, 2006 – 11:01am (IST) Remove Comment

• TheDo…
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agape..! You flabbergasted me, again. neway I’m glad that I could atl(e)ast inspire one..WOW!! that really sounds great. I wish you ALL THE BEST.

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