politically incorrect...factually irrelevant

so what happened to the spirit of mumbai...the outcome of all the protests, the anguished public being out on the streets....i hear that we have a new CM..some chauhan...who dwells in the belief that " people of Maharashtra are not interested who becomes CM."....this very unusual comment came as defence against the objections raised by our dear old Rane saab who very passionately feels that he should have been given the top job, he is definitely more experienced.

but then who isnt. Our PM candidacy is being contested by 80+ advani and the 75+ current PM is m sure doing a great job as well. There is definitely the golden policy of "old being gold" in the indian DEMOCRACY!!

the deputy CM...bhujbal....why does his name remind me of the Telgi scam...

Are we really to bother who becomes what...for do we really have a say,I am certain that the running the country is no mean affair, and i am certainly not interested. Its much easier to sit in my cosy chair and curse these old fools trying their level best to deceive those who can can be deceived that they are SERVING the mother nation...

i was seeing the movie sarkar....& a typical line struck me....when that "rashid" fellow tells "sarkar" that nothing can go on in the docks without his permission.....

we actually had so much arms n ammunition and rdx popularly believed to be imported and channeled via the coast....didnt our PRO-MARATHI leaders know anything about it....for the coastal region is the most prominant vote bank.

its a sadistic thought, but i am glad that for once the so called high society had to bear the grunts of our impotent system, but will it generate enough heat. And even after all this, the only concern of the netas are who'll get the gaddi....

yaar...kuch to sharam karo.

its 3,12 am

listening to the remix version of "yaar bina chain kahaa re" at my friend's place,life should i say is good. all the uncertainty seems to be coming to an end. still i seek answers, will i ever get them!! it is quite possible that i have reached the age where having people around me does not take away the loneliness. i am sinking and nobody can see it, i really wanted to make my blog free of misery, hence have been avoiding, but i guess..failure is inevitable.

my mind is churning,thanks to all brain fibres i cannot weave into a coherent thought, m so lost. and what is worst is i do not even want to be found, for the very answers i am seeking, will i even like them.

my sheer arrogance surprises me, may be i expect too much from those around me, but i only want them to excel,i have to stop interfering,what i cannot control should not bother me. if only i loved a little less, or may if only my passion was reciprocated,,,too many ifs and buts...too much dissapointment....but thats all here...in the blogs, otherwise its all cool.

i am seldom so real anywhere else, my alterego is too dominant to allow my real self to surface, i just so wish to have my realism see daylight.

believer i am..still hope to be.

n here i go again....

30 aug '08

lonavla....man!! y did i ever agree....disappointment of gigantic proportions.....it was so pathetically boring....n it wasn't supposed to be....all hopes crashed....all efforts in vain.......wont stretch o fret over dis....

it only takes a pillow 2 smooth it all....

then came d much needed escape....GOA.......12 sept'08

totally blissful...bj at his best....nova rides....d twisting roads n rain n beaches basking in glorious moonlight... pancakes n seafood pasta...we did it all....forever high.....bless d couple....glad 2 c them so com4rtable....

yet again....life seems 2 b on a never ending roller coaster ride....transitions....n newer acquaintances....lets c where dis all ends....

last 8 days...................phew!

18 aug till 25 aug....

disastrous delhi....

lets just say karim's is d only thing that made us survive d 36 hrs we had 2 b der....city o thugs....they love 2 harass pple...d rickshaws hve no meter...the cabbies hve zero driving sense....the roads r eternally blockd...yeah i no d metros being constructd n all dat jazz...but u cant tolerate bullock carts in highway ya....the heat is ugly....n Mr.kishen shall rot in hell......baap o all chors...(he was d cabbie)

haridwaar....

so much 4r d holy ganga...one side o d bank...pple offering diyas n garlands...oder side kids poopin n uncles brushing....sadhus n sants thriving over d rich naive devoted fools....


hrishikesh....missd d shivpuri water sports re...

dehradoon...mussorie.....amazing.......but at dis point i was having an overdose o valleys....

agra....majestic taj....n the pethas....

mathura....hd d privilege of being der on janamashthami....22 crowded....but not grand as such...n definitely not convenient....3km of walkin without shoes n no phones...so if u lose dose around u...dnt bother lookin 4r dem...

rajdhani - bombay....finally home....yeaaaa

P.S. d last phase o d tour was as much a drag as dis post has been....

first 8 days.....valley of revelation

Aug, 10 2008 to Aug, 18 2008

where was i....y did i go.....to escape....well if u ever wanna get some air....i suggest....kashmir....valley of flowers it truly is...but whole new meaning to the humanity is how i wud describe.......

we wnt der amidst all the peril possible...riots...curfew...bombings...militants n murders...the daunting prospect of spending 8 days….actually did not register until we were aboard our return flight…after doing it all …seeing it all………eating it all….to those who love meat….wazvan….god’s offering…

for the very sincerity of those people….obliged us to live life fullest….. never have I witnessed such loyalty….our butler…ghulam chacha wud hve given jeeves a good chase 4r his money….n the houseboat n shikara rides…truly majestic….rowing amongst d lotus beds….its hard to fathom people dying jst few miles away….

Yet fear did strike us…that was our 3rd night…it all gets very quite by 8pm…but dal lake’s pressing silence was torn apart by piercing cries n we cud hear azadi chants n thn came the deafening gun shots….all of this was happening on the road jst near to the lake….

It went on for 3 long hrs…..we waited….silence returned carrying a huge load of apprehension wid it… slept fitfully only to be up before dawn… scurried abt for our belongings…n were rushed onto the same road (kashmiris know damn well abt the oar!!)…n drove off…..our voice was 22 restraind 2 evn ask the location…

But salim bhaijaan (driver cum singer cum savior) saved us the trouble…off we went to sonamarg…..i cannot evn attempt putting into words….wat our eyes met…..it took a lot of effort to convince my mind and heart....that I cannot stay der forever…n have to go on……n on we went….at the crack of dawn….to gulmarg…..passing srinagar…. in ruins it lay…..stones blocking roads….charred tyres and banners…broken window panes…

Gulmarg …khillanmarg….offered it’s mystic beauty to us unrestrained…but we were the only tourist in der …locals stared unabashed ed scary again…..yet we left unscathed…..we were not allowed to see pahalgam which lied at the core of the issue… the disputed land at “baltal”.

Last day…We returned to dal lake…saw the mughal gardens…did some shopping & were escorted to the airport in a police van…

I dedicate dis blog to the people of Kashmir…they are as beautiful as the valley……god bless them..

Its pathetic to be an Indian…whn I know that I elect such unscrupulous leaders…who wud go on killing and raping innocent civilians for petty votes….and the irony of it all…we call them terrorists….

Holiday....

my college has for the sake of starting...started...from 21st....and wat d heck...its 28 n its still happy vacationing 4r me....well dis blog is about nothing..u c...i am doing nothing....how was my day today...haaa...hmm...quite the usual...

chhamiya came in the afternoon...so didnt sleep...m not sure if i said that in the right tone...but saw a good flick..."holiday"...very appropriate movie....abt few lonely losers finally striking gold in life...he he....

so let me just introduce a few relevant people in my life.....

chhamiya is he tallest member of my gang (of 4)....u might know her as Umul....n u can locate her in orkut for details....she is in every way...the only balanced head in our gang....rest all of us are very weird in very many ways....closest to her is sonu.....she is this cute little girl...absolutely everything save worldly wise....shes a bunny rabbit.....thn its ne.....shes the dhamaal kudi....party party n all party.....life of the gang....carefree n mast....n m the eccentric.....

i have had the most amazing yrs wid them...n our range of compatibility is mysteriously well spaced....

i and ummul....principles n ethics....n ofcourse movies n music....but shes this disciplinarian...n..me...hehehe....she barely dances.....i and ne.....we r freaks.....dance wild...act wild......scaringly outrageous.....but thn we dont think alike at all....shes a shopping maestro......n i hate shopping.....i and sonu.....well wat can i say...she could be my doppleganger......same habits...same insecurities....no1 understands me better.....but thats about it.....our tastes are diagonally opposite....she loves shopping.......n dances shy

so whn it comes to shopping...its sonu n neha......movies....me n ummul......n dancing...me and neha...n cleaning...neha and umul...clicking snaps....umul n sonu.....madness...all of us....hehe.....m left wid so many memories....

n we hve already started partying ways....ne is in singapore......sonu is in baroda....umul n i....still waiting to end up some place....

there is nothing in dis blog for any1 save me....for i may peruse it when again left all by myself......i still have these glorious people here.....how long...i wonder??

m scared...

m thru wid luv'

i started blogging because i felt it was a "cool" thing to do...i am certain now there is nothing so great about it...atleast not to the level at which i designated initially....choosing the title was itself so damn tedious...wont believe but i named my blog "inceptio nova" ....n it means a new beginning....no...i wasnt aware of the word...i looked it up in google....like i said i gave this whole concept far more importance then required.....

but now i guess the novelty has worn off.....so m gonna be lazy and easy....i dont think writing is my thing....reading is much easier....n also...its not assured if watever you r penning down...any1s gonna bother...

have come across gr8 bloggers though....my frnd bj 4r one......wat wud i do widout his madness....he scared the vipassana folks....who requested him to be outta der premises...hehe...

today happens to be my 22 birthday....n i did wat i love doing best.....absolutely nothing......just lying in my cosy bed...idling n dreaming all possible things....

if i start jotting my fantasies....m sure i can come up wid a gr8 soap.....but again...that wud be too tedious....

this will perhaps be my 1st blog wherein i aint pausing eternity or recheckin my paras...lookin for a better word...etcetera....finally...i care a damn....my usual practise was so far to jot down a brief outline in MS wrd...n thn elaborate n edit it ...n oh my goddd.....why did i have so much time...

and why dont i still continue doing so.....well being 22 must mean some thing....it doesnt....

DOOMSDAY CONSPIRACY

pathetic...enclose this words in brackets, raising it to the 10,oooth power...further enclose this in another bracket n raise that to the nth power....

not sure even if dis quantifies my frustration.......m just too unsure about my coming days....each day i wait for the next....hoping for something to happen...now what that something is...thats yet another uncertainty....

i have my 8th semester exams in 3 days now....n i havnt flipped a page yet.....passing or getting a KT seems all so distant....doesnt dawn until the day of the results...n thats when i sulk a little more....

i have spend the last 2 yrs of my college liife...absolutely wasting my dad's penny....whn it comes 2 acads....fun is all that mattered....

that sounds good....but now now...not today...whn i know that i donot want to live my life like a moron cow....i want to have a flamboyant career....i feel like i could have done so much ...i chose to waste it all....

happy realisation....i still hve time...but the point is....to start something new....i have to end what i am into...for one thing i know....i am definitely not going 2 do what i have been trying 2 b able to do 4r d last 4 yrs......

horrible thing is i still have 2 whole years b4r this nightmare ends...n thats a long time...(m in this direct mtech thing which is taxin me 6 yrs).

the more i think the more it weighs on me...n whn i am enforced to gulp all d "knowledge"....which i will probably hate using......i cant help thinking n being more rebellious....

' its no use repenting.. ' is wat i know n what i get all d time...so wish to see the end of this....

stupid exams....here i come......

Rain drops falling on my head

…. the swaying of leaves….the gust of wind…. u shiver……. cuddle in your own arms…….wishing 4r more warmth….stronger grasp….the need for coarseness…..that occasional waft of raindrop…u wait for it…..to touch u…..caress your lips…..like d kiss of undying………then there is that blazing fork…...incandescent…akin to the laughs of millions of babies…..pouting of scores of buds……the thunder…. reminiscence of father Christmas homecoming…….its just raining…simply raining…..right here…seeing mumbai drenched… desperate for the radiant sun……seeing homes clogged…..roofless destitutes hunting shelter……..the might of the red bully BEST humbled….the shackles of cast creed color race status all lost in oblivion …..wrecked in d choked bogies of local trains…all strangers yet closer then siblings…Chivalry manifested at its best…never have women felt much safer…. every experience is accounted for….and the stunt of wading waist deep murky pools which are racing the freeways ….. Some huddled by the lonesome wadapav wala …spicing up their otherwise gloomy day….or is it gloomy??? …. the masaledaar sweetcorn…n steaming Nescafe….playing “raindrops falling on my head”. …romanticism is undefined……..

… essence of monsoon is much awaited….as this scathing sun scorches our mind and soul. As I see the blooms withering…branches washed in dust…homes unbarred in anticipation of that friendly breeze….which is so long due

rubiks cube

Doesn’t any one understand the absence of ambition, or the simplicity of it…
Upamanyu chatterjee (English, august). Pg 148

When you are enrolled in a course of which you can neither make head nor tail, like mine which actually reads as “Integrated M-Tech In Biotechnology And Bioinformatics”…..(hard to believe some one actually coined this tag)….. you’ll understand the integrity of the above quote. A fair warning for those who find that jargon even remotely lucrative, its going to take 11 semesters to be formally a graduate., yea yea… at the end of it you’l b a post grad as well……. infact an M-tech…..true, but what if you dont want to be a post grad….what if you want a different stream….what if its MBA that’s haunting you….what if there is nothing that’s haunting you yaar…..then….the answers simple….read the “English, august” ..lol…

Naa…aint promoting the book yaar…can barely finish it, but it dares to say few things that I wouldn’t. Things like…’ want to quit studying’…this is told by many…but coming an average middle-class family which is dogmatic about the Indian education system, to actually mean it is nothing less of heresy. Then there is… ‘get me married’….makes me sound desparate...lol….but doubt if there is a better way to get heard. Once you are married, m guessing that people stop considering your opinions childish. And perhaps, you finally grow up…Most of you don’t face this dilemma; but for those who do, incase you happen to be the youngest in the family…does It really sound desperate.

The age span of 16 to 22 has been like solving rubik’s cube….hilarity is its still unsolvable. still don’t get the logic of living normal. How do we define normal? Obedient student, doing homework on time, studying and passing exams, occasional monkey business followed by mild pangs of guilt….growing up in the system…cursing it among friends & family, defending it when national pride demands, especially when you have snobbish cousins from La…he he…Finally end up in some job, crib abt the pay, even if getting whats deserved or perhaps more, n on n on n on….ewww…

Its so damned boring…and its not ok to say that its in my hand to change it all, cant just pack up my belongings (which obviously is all daddy sponsored ) and leave…that’s like ……will be fun…so wanna do it yaa…

Just the kinda thing that m longing for and will do it, only and only if I know exactly whats gonna happen next. So guess will never do it.

What are the things that I want to do yaar… and how many of them will I be actually able to do….do I really want at any thing at all…it’ll all be too taxing.

Not doing nothing is not a good option.

happy new year

here we are again....a new yr....time 4r some new resolutions...promises to fulfill these resolutions....apologies for sidetracking a few of last yrs resolutions...lol....n thanking "the gr8 whom so ever concerned" for enabling few victories which encourages us to continue the age old tradition of making resolutions...

"to whom so ever concerned" as we now have so many people 2 worship....so many places of worship....we never know whom we shud address...for takin offence is d easy part.... if nt 4r god ....atleast 4r his/hers/its varied devotees........

resolution for 2008 is to -

"veto my religion - hinduism, my nationality - indian and everything thing else that prevents me from being a true humanitarian"

seems 2 harsh....feel m being preposterous.....my country , my religion doesnt prevent me 4rm being a humanitarian!! ....thn why is it so that my religion in orissa brutalized some one else's faith....(refering to the attacks on churches during christmas )and why my country did not intervene....

it did?? yes...arrested people and initiated judicial inquiry n blahblah blah...
god is faith n faith is god....i stand by my faith and i know my god stands by me.....hence i choose 2 abolish all norms which takes me away 4rm him....its not abt hinduism or india or any other religion or country...its abt people wearing different color garments and refusing to believe that they all serve the same purpose....protection...

There is ofcourse the possibility of my accepting and following all religions and faith known to mankind even if i am unaware....but fear is a strong motivation......doing so might unleash the imprudent devotion of many ardent disciples....may i be bold enough to term them as (political or otherwise) fanatics....myself shouldering their arms....dare i go loud with my understanding...and inconspicuous, into hiding i shall not live....

above...i jst cited one recent example....but there are millions happening in every nook and corner of our world....my resolution is an attempt to mitigate if not eradicate such atrocities....i am not undergoing any legalities as i dont have to......i am only appealing to you all to consider this epistle and support my cause if you feel worth....ie, next time you meet someone.... you remember that above all you are a human being...and.....let him/her/it be just that...another humanbeing.........

truly...it will be a happy new year for all then....as this year clearly isnt for many.........though
i hope u have a VERY VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR.........