It is now as nearer to reality as it can ever get, i truly did not believe that our most magnanimous dream trip will truly be realized, but here i am, all tickets n visa formalities done. GOD, i love my parents.
The issue is not about Singapore-Malaysia being international destinations. The very fact that all of us belonging to quintessential middle class conventional families are allowed to undertake such an adventure all by ourselves is truly gonnna take an eternity to sink in.
Adventure i call it. Too much anticipation dwells in my mind. 10 days of absolute bliss with my best friends, the liberty....the life!!
I live in bombay and this is the most exquisite destination for pleasure, with nature being so graciously generous. My retirement home is GOA, where at the age of 50 i'l have a beautiful beach shack playing the best romantic songs of all time, and gorgeous couples twirling the tango! While me wearing a huge straw hat will tease my elegant bartender and ensure the culinary genuius of my chef the talk of the town.
At 23 years and 10 days of age, i am taking a note of all the places that i have been to and have not been to as of yet.
Lonavla,Igatpuri,Diu-Daman,Matheran,Mahabaleshwar,Pune,Aurangabad,Nashik, Shirdi, Chittodgarh and udaipur & baroda i suppose surmises the west zone.East is restricted to Kolkata (Shantiniketan and chakda my all time fav), Puri, Tatanagar,Ghatsila. South trip has taken me to ooty,mysore,coimbatire,bangalore and hyderabad. North is my all time fav. with the gorgeous kashmir followed by delhi, agra, mathura, hrishikesh & haridwar lastly, nainital.
Yet i have a long list, northeast, leh ladakh, rajasthan and kerela,and the nittie crities of rural india and the world. Will happen i know...some day..i will have seen it all done it all
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
post M tech...
it all began the day my course ended. A new dawn, freedom and freaking out. The night at jolus place with endless raunchy music, late realization that choli ke peeche and sar kai lo khatiya and dhinchak govinda songs can be so much more happening then the usual hiphop beats, when its rum and coke...all is glorious...
being 23 again has its perks, especially if one is entitled to a lot of adventures, being to juhu with mom and dad after so so so many years, eaating thikha pav bhaji with dad!!
birthday cakes and lunches and dinners and the most expensive dal and roti sabji in uran beach...all seems so blissful.
Even more so as in few days, my 1st ever international vacation with my sweethearts will come true. Singapore-malaysia madness will be detailed in my future blogs, but its all so magical.
Will it last, i so do not see myself as a plebeian nine to five person, yet before that i have to stand in Qs with my resume!!
All will happen in due time, for now...i may be far far away from all religion, but i am very close to god.. for he has me in full view of his mercy and i cannot thank him enough. My gods gift to me are my parents. Bless you all
being 23 again has its perks, especially if one is entitled to a lot of adventures, being to juhu with mom and dad after so so so many years, eaating thikha pav bhaji with dad!!
birthday cakes and lunches and dinners and the most expensive dal and roti sabji in uran beach...all seems so blissful.
Even more so as in few days, my 1st ever international vacation with my sweethearts will come true. Singapore-malaysia madness will be detailed in my future blogs, but its all so magical.
Will it last, i so do not see myself as a plebeian nine to five person, yet before that i have to stand in Qs with my resume!!
All will happen in due time, for now...i may be far far away from all religion, but i am very close to god.. for he has me in full view of his mercy and i cannot thank him enough. My gods gift to me are my parents. Bless you all
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
bullshit...
boredom more than often leads one to utter depths of nonsensical activities of which taking an IQ test online probably wins d gold.
this however has lead me to a revelation that i have a 160+ IQ, as good as Einstien's...i always knew that, here is a certificate...
now thats what i call bull shit...infact lets raise the abuse to the nth power and end this issue here.
this however has lead me to a revelation that i have a 160+ IQ, as good as Einstien's...i always knew that, here is a certificate...
now thats what i call bull shit...infact lets raise the abuse to the nth power and end this issue here.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
full stop..Ph.D...NEVER!!!!
Never realized how lovely this tinsy winsy little dot looks at the end. Especially at the end of a hugely crazy piece of script which no one's ever gonna bother about. Done with my thesis man!So done...
Especially after like having indefinite number of drafts being named and renamed ingeniously from the 1st one simply saved as "done" and then followed by "finally done", "final at last", "hopefully final", "finally final", "fucking final"...the actual word file that got printed didn't have any such lucrative tags and it's mundane title "New Microsoft Office Word Document (1).docx" simply sounded divine.. the final dot, the end of it all.
Why did a simple "cut copy paste" funda get so freaky i still don't no...my memory refuses to delve back into those 5 sleepless days and nights. irony of it all....reading and re-reading and endless proof-reading still didn't allow us a thesis even close enough to being perfect...i shudn't be using the reference of perfection....our cover page title was messed...hehe
all in all....this entire fiasco just re-directed my future prospects....n i aint kidding....no more thesis ever......so no more Ph.D...that's that....
so what's next...done with submissions....presentations scheduled....got a job... (lousy) i know...and bookin tickets for singapore!!!!!! i want to end this blog with a full stop, so here goes.
Especially after like having indefinite number of drafts being named and renamed ingeniously from the 1st one simply saved as "done" and then followed by "finally done", "final at last", "hopefully final", "finally final", "fucking final"...the actual word file that got printed didn't have any such lucrative tags and it's mundane title "New Microsoft Office Word Document (1).docx" simply sounded divine.. the final dot, the end of it all.
Why did a simple "cut copy paste" funda get so freaky i still don't no...my memory refuses to delve back into those 5 sleepless days and nights. irony of it all....reading and re-reading and endless proof-reading still didn't allow us a thesis even close enough to being perfect...i shudn't be using the reference of perfection....our cover page title was messed...hehe
all in all....this entire fiasco just re-directed my future prospects....n i aint kidding....no more thesis ever......so no more Ph.D...that's that....
so what's next...done with submissions....presentations scheduled....got a job... (lousy) i know...and bookin tickets for singapore!!!!!! i want to end this blog with a full stop, so here goes.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
freaky Chakra...
Sunday again.....where was i last sunday?? on my way back home....after 10 whole days of intense retrospection....This sunday, i am back to square one.... Yet again, what is square one for me...it'l be more prudent to be back in the CIRCLE, which hasn't got any designated ones and tens, thankfully!
Frankly speaking, i dont have the slightest idea of what the following words are going to be. When i can think of doing something better, perhaps i'll stop typing.
I just thought of sleeping....great!
Frankly speaking, i dont have the slightest idea of what the following words are going to be. When i can think of doing something better, perhaps i'll stop typing.
I just thought of sleeping....great!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
today....last vipassana day
actually yesterday ie, for its 12.15 am now.....umm...lets ignore the 15 mins and its still today!
was the 11 th day of my 1st ever vipassana experience....the day i was released and have realized the actual depths of the term stone-buttedness.
9 days are really long. The 10th day....we TALK!! and even better if possible, are spoken to. What a feeling! I have actually passed 300 people every day without even smiling at most of them. I am compelled to use the term "most of them" as some were like me, who were meant to be of a little loose character and smiled and i was perhaps the most baggiest for i even whispered thrice(i think )with my room mate, and she was a complete sky bag for one night she hogged on CHIPS!!! She was my anchor to sanity.
But after completion of this whole "have yet to concoct an adjective for no existing ones can satiate me" experience, my still fragile and jittery mind is certain of a second, third, fourth and so on helpings coz BOSS! it works.
1stly,i have never laughed so much, absolute hysteria and without any material stimulus, its freaking fantabulous..2ndly, UMUL got engaged!!!!! 10 days back there wasn't even a guy in realm and she is ENGAGED!! Gods must be crazy. You want to bless, fine, but there HAS to be some limit. Giving me my tiara, my longing of last 18 months for mere span of 10 days of doing nothing! truly gods are crazy.
That was the 1st piece of news that reached me on day 10th, after the noble silence mandate was revoked. Then slowly and steadily we were ensnared. People I just noticed prior on were my best mates faster then i blinked. Day 10 ended at 2 AM, after relishing well preserved khakras and biscuits, sneaking past all the sevikas and gurujis, exploring all the possible kopchas which can house our ever expanding gang, amidst all the nocturnal creeps, and best of all with music & gossip. What a way to close the book!
My day 11, is ending here in this page, few highlights of this day.
From Igatputi to Vashi.
We boarded a train crazily crowded knowing fully well it'l stop at our required station "thane" only to know we were wrong and we ended up STANDING for 2 hours being pushed and stamped and abused only to alights at "Kalyan" during peak traffic hours. Obvious, had to board another train back to "thane" facing even better reception in an even fuller bogie if possible.
Thane to Vashi (my home town) ride was fortunately devoid of all adventures.
My mom.
She made chicken, prawns, paneer and kheer!! food is a mighty aphrodisiac. Moms are gods best friends, gods are crazy. i am so sorry mom i hurt you so often.
Dad. IN kOLKATA AND GOING CRAZY. He finally heard my voice. My voice is the sweetest.
My sermons. Suffice to say i stripped my memory naked.
Sonu. My sonu.
Umul's gift. Truly oblighed to all the staff of FOTOLITE (center one) who edited the pics,printed them, cropped them to fit the frame, packed the frame, gift wrapped it twice, all in 15 minutes and above all, tolerated my mania. bless all.
Umul's fiance. 9/10. the jeans yaar!! thats all.
Umul. My UMUL. umul GOT ENGAGED!!
Home again!! and GOD ARE YOU CRAZY!! AVINASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God you are sooo not sane. please i request you to now stop being so nice to me. i want to believe in misery. Avi was so so so so sweet. What timing!
Neha. i miss you. Piu, thanks for hearing me, GOd you rock. Goenkaji. thanks a ton.
to all, BHAVATU SABYA MANGALAM.
P.S. Please suggest synonyms for "crazy" and i mean the punctuations, esp. (!)
was the 11 th day of my 1st ever vipassana experience....the day i was released and have realized the actual depths of the term stone-buttedness.
9 days are really long. The 10th day....we TALK!! and even better if possible, are spoken to. What a feeling! I have actually passed 300 people every day without even smiling at most of them. I am compelled to use the term "most of them" as some were like me, who were meant to be of a little loose character and smiled and i was perhaps the most baggiest for i even whispered thrice(i think )with my room mate, and she was a complete sky bag for one night she hogged on CHIPS!!! She was my anchor to sanity.
But after completion of this whole "have yet to concoct an adjective for no existing ones can satiate me" experience, my still fragile and jittery mind is certain of a second, third, fourth and so on helpings coz BOSS! it works.
1stly,i have never laughed so much, absolute hysteria and without any material stimulus, its freaking fantabulous..2ndly, UMUL got engaged!!!!! 10 days back there wasn't even a guy in realm and she is ENGAGED!! Gods must be crazy. You want to bless, fine, but there HAS to be some limit. Giving me my tiara, my longing of last 18 months for mere span of 10 days of doing nothing! truly gods are crazy.
That was the 1st piece of news that reached me on day 10th, after the noble silence mandate was revoked. Then slowly and steadily we were ensnared. People I just noticed prior on were my best mates faster then i blinked. Day 10 ended at 2 AM, after relishing well preserved khakras and biscuits, sneaking past all the sevikas and gurujis, exploring all the possible kopchas which can house our ever expanding gang, amidst all the nocturnal creeps, and best of all with music & gossip. What a way to close the book!
My day 11, is ending here in this page, few highlights of this day.
From Igatputi to Vashi.
We boarded a train crazily crowded knowing fully well it'l stop at our required station "thane" only to know we were wrong and we ended up STANDING for 2 hours being pushed and stamped and abused only to alights at "Kalyan" during peak traffic hours. Obvious, had to board another train back to "thane" facing even better reception in an even fuller bogie if possible.
Thane to Vashi (my home town) ride was fortunately devoid of all adventures.
My mom.
She made chicken, prawns, paneer and kheer!! food is a mighty aphrodisiac. Moms are gods best friends, gods are crazy. i am so sorry mom i hurt you so often.
Dad. IN kOLKATA AND GOING CRAZY. He finally heard my voice. My voice is the sweetest.
My sermons. Suffice to say i stripped my memory naked.
Sonu. My sonu.
Umul's gift. Truly oblighed to all the staff of FOTOLITE (center one) who edited the pics,printed them, cropped them to fit the frame, packed the frame, gift wrapped it twice, all in 15 minutes and above all, tolerated my mania. bless all.
Umul's fiance. 9/10. the jeans yaar!! thats all.
Umul. My UMUL. umul GOT ENGAGED!!
Home again!! and GOD ARE YOU CRAZY!! AVINASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God you are sooo not sane. please i request you to now stop being so nice to me. i want to believe in misery. Avi was so so so so sweet. What timing!
Neha. i miss you. Piu, thanks for hearing me, GOd you rock. Goenkaji. thanks a ton.
to all, BHAVATU SABYA MANGALAM.
P.S. Please suggest synonyms for "crazy" and i mean the punctuations, esp. (!)
Sunday, May 17, 2009
cant think of any title...
Finally someone read my blog, and that has led me to evolve a new found respect towards my own writing. Having endured the regular conundrums of my never ending academic life, I realize how habitual I am to the comforts, dare I call them, of being a student. It is no small matter of consequence that I have been a student for over 20 years now, might as well enjoy …endure…a bit more.
For, as I see the last day drawing ever so near, june 30th ie, the obvious jubilation is somehow marred by the inconceivable abyss that lies ahead.
I am going to be 23. I am no longer a vulnerable youth allowed of nonsensical redundancy. I ought to liable for my actions…..am I making any sense!!!!!
If this continues, I’ll scare away the away my only patron and again this blog page will be in the doldrums of solitude.
Well lets c what more can be added to fill the page….hmm….starting Wednesday, I’ll be observing “noble silence” as prescribed by Mr. Goenkaji for hopefully ten days. Though I am told by all who know me that if the only time I ever sprint in my whole unexercised life, it’ll be during this venture. I so wish I could whole heartedly disagree with them, but they are my true friends. My sole conviction and only solace is that vipassana , if fails to achieve everything it desires of me, will atleast take away substantial portion of my weight as a consolation prize.
Mundane and highly superficial outlook ought to be criticized!!
Resignation to inevitable evils is the duty of us all. (J. A.)
For, as I see the last day drawing ever so near, june 30th ie, the obvious jubilation is somehow marred by the inconceivable abyss that lies ahead.
I am going to be 23. I am no longer a vulnerable youth allowed of nonsensical redundancy. I ought to liable for my actions…..am I making any sense!!!!!
If this continues, I’ll scare away the away my only patron and again this blog page will be in the doldrums of solitude.
Well lets c what more can be added to fill the page….hmm….starting Wednesday, I’ll be observing “noble silence” as prescribed by Mr. Goenkaji for hopefully ten days. Though I am told by all who know me that if the only time I ever sprint in my whole unexercised life, it’ll be during this venture. I so wish I could whole heartedly disagree with them, but they are my true friends. My sole conviction and only solace is that vipassana , if fails to achieve everything it desires of me, will atleast take away substantial portion of my weight as a consolation prize.
Mundane and highly superficial outlook ought to be criticized!!
Resignation to inevitable evils is the duty of us all. (J. A.)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)