why am i so weird?
its a question i have asked myself so many times. why do i do stuff that 90% of the public doesnt( no nutthin fetish).
why is it that i havnt cut my hair for the last 11 months despite the glares i get from the college authorities and the tormenting of me pals.
why is it that i eat at odd hours. dinner at 3 am, lunch at 6 pm and no breakfast, since i'm eatin all night long?
why is it that i don't sleep in the night( ok just for the record, i aint a gigolo) and instead sleep in during IPE classes.( ok thats an easy one)?
why is it that i put the AC at 17 degree when the outside weather is 34 degrees, and so when i go out i feel all humid and baked?
why is it that i eat so much of anzac cookies?(18 packs the last week), but then they are so good.
why is it that i am in a stable state of being fat. coz whether i eat tons, or nutting at all, my eyes see the same 2 digits on the weighin machine( i wont disclose it re)?
why is it that i wasted 5 months of my 11th on the fuckin irodov and didnt yield much while others were solvin the not-so-brilliant HC verma, and seriously, why is resnick and halliday such a BORE!!!!!!!
why do i like the ginger chutney more than the coconut one when eatin vadas, idli, dosas? and on that note why do i prefer sambar as the fluid instead of that weird kurma wid my puris?
why is life such a bitch?( ok that was copied from murphy's laws)
why do i wanna get into aeronautical engineering so bad, even though i know i much more brilliant at my chemistry than at physics? and why the hell duz india not have good aeronautical engineering branch, which btw limits itself to defence.
why is nuttin else matters my favorite rock song after sweet child o mine, even tho it isnt exactly totally rock.
why do i prefer AC/DC over pink floyd?
why do i feel rady jack is a crazy ass nigga who doesnt deserve to be on AI, and frankly speakin i'd prefer stevie wonder?
why would i give "friends" a 7 on 10 where as raymond and titus would receive a 10 on 10.?
why do i feel totally grossed out by hieros gamos even tho its supposed be taken in a spiritual way n all tht?
why do i hate bikes and comp games ?
whyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!
well i guess the truth is out there eh?
Friday, April 29, 2005
Saturday, April 09, 2005
this and that
Saturday, April 09, 2005
2
we have 3 hour classes for JEE going on.
The Sanghi's are a huge industrial family in hyderabad. their empire includes two of the most popular hindi and telugu dailies - vaartha, a polester industries, mills and what nots. They are so rich that they have bought lots of land next to the famed ramoji film city, the area is called sanghi nagar. its just toooo huge. Mr Girish Sanghi is a MP in rajya sabha. he promised the kashmiri samiti of hyderabad that they could hold all their functions and meetings at his farm house. I was unaware of all this, frankly i dont give a damn. not that i hate my community, its that it doesnt matter where the meeting is held, i mean, its a meeting after all. quite dull, boring. people laughing out loud, clearly indicating they didnt follow a word of the joke that was just told to them. Eating the same food, they call it preserving our heritage.
Today was one of those days
frankly speaking i had no intention or interest to go to sanghi nagar, i have ne'er been there b4.
today was navreh. the southies here call it ugadi. whatever. my mom woke me up at 6 am. as i opened me eyes i saw a thali in front of me, with raw rice, a pen on top, some one rupee coins, some kheer and other stuff. it took me a while to understand what the hell was going on.
"chalo rishabh, pray to god for knowledge and yea touch the thali while doing so, and read this mantra"
what the fuck. its six fuckin am in da morn
though my mom isnt all that religious, she just likes to get done with all the formalities of the festivals.
9 am
"rishabh wake up, we're leaving"
what the fuck. its nine fucking am.
twas my dad.
"if yall going, y are u waking me up, btw where are you going"
"we're going to sanghi nagar, and u're coming with us"
"what the....no way man. i'm sleepy..sleepy..sleepy"
" i dont know all this, put on something and come fast"
"kya? abhi to maine nahaya bhi nahi"
"phir jaldi nahao"
"do i have to?"
"rishu, i myself dont want to go there, but u know u r mom is very enthu bout all this, so we have to go"
"man the thinge we do for her"
anyways we left the home at 10. there was a bus waiting. no one had come.
"mama what the hell? where are all the other families."
"they'll come beta. patience"
"mom i have a test day after, i need ta study"
"rishabh it'll only be couple of hours"
"the place is like 40 kms from here mama"
"bas rishabh, now dont complain. be mature"
hhmph.
people started coming at their own time and leisure.
may all of them go to the place in between heaven and hell.
the only compromise was that amla, a kashmiri gal i've known for 10 years had come. she was the only one of my age in the bus. many others decided to reach sanghi nagar at their own time in their vehicles later.
"amla, why did you come today?"
"parent pressure"
ah, we two are so alike .
so we were talkin bout general stuff college, life, hols.
"chalo sab log, antakshari khelenge" i heard some one say.
aw man!
the thing about playin antakshari with elders is you can't sing western songs, coz theu dunt get it, and also coz it includes a ot of swears if ya start singin rap.
so i sang few new numbers. it wasnt all that bad, but it wasnt as interesting as solving TMH either.
after some time i realised we were movin in circles, coz the whole area was so maze like. anyways, we went to all corners of sanghi nagar, finally after an hour of askin people and navigating thro forests, we found, sanghi parkand guesthouses and farmhouse.
man was it fuckin hot. and boy were there so many mosquitoes and flies. i quickly went into the guesthouse. ah there was an AC there. Ah, there was a TV too. i switched it on. a dark blue screen flashed, i chenged the channel, same result, again, again and again.
" rishabh, take a hint"
"umm yeah, i know, screwed up TV"
"there's no cable wire man"
"oh"
went out of the room.
my bro had got his bat and ball with him. good thing . i wasnt bored.bad thing. the ball was plastic. i was playin more of baseball, by jus hookin and pulling the ball, tryin to break the glass of the house. damn u plastic bal. it was so light that the loo (the air not the toilet) was drifting it away from the target.
lunch time. not bad stuf. there was the usual. and the damn mosquitoes. the elders had their usual discussion,
"and the muzzaffarabad bus will also be goin via......"
"......so when you put som much salt, doesnt the entire dish just......"
".....and look at that lady, she has a son in the US earning ........ rupees or dollars is it. i dont remember..."
".....so the match.."
ah yes the match
INDIA: struggling at 80/6, and chasing 320. deep shit man
fortunately there was another tv that had dd1, though blurred, and the room had a workin ac, and comparatively less mosquitoes. it was floddedwith people instead. as wicketsfell,, people went out. i was faithful. i stayed. or maybe, i just cudnt satnd the heat. never realised how time flew. amla and the other gals were at the terrace..chattin. they came in to check the final score. we lost. boo hoo.
now to make matters worse, my mom was like, ok now we're goin to sanghi temple.
mamaaaaaaaaaa!
i'm leavin i told her., why she asked.
i gave her a look that said it all. she was symphathetic. she was like ok, u an leave with khar uncle, he doesnt like temples anyway. hooray for khar uncle. he droped me off at sec bad. took and auto and came back. awwww my precious glasstone and JD LEE, I missed yall sooooo much.
-rishabh
The Sanghi's are a huge industrial family in hyderabad. their empire includes two of the most popular hindi and telugu dailies - vaartha, a polester industries, mills and what nots. They are so rich that they have bought lots of land next to the famed ramoji film city, the area is called sanghi nagar. its just toooo huge. Mr Girish Sanghi is a MP in rajya sabha. he promised the kashmiri samiti of hyderabad that they could hold all their functions and meetings at his farm house. I was unaware of all this, frankly i dont give a damn. not that i hate my community, its that it doesnt matter where the meeting is held, i mean, its a meeting after all. quite dull, boring. people laughing out loud, clearly indicating they didnt follow a word of the joke that was just told to them. Eating the same food, they call it preserving our heritage.
Today was one of those days
frankly speaking i had no intention or interest to go to sanghi nagar, i have ne'er been there b4.
today was navreh. the southies here call it ugadi. whatever. my mom woke me up at 6 am. as i opened me eyes i saw a thali in front of me, with raw rice, a pen on top, some one rupee coins, some kheer and other stuff. it took me a while to understand what the hell was going on.
"chalo rishabh, pray to god for knowledge and yea touch the thali while doing so, and read this mantra"
what the fuck. its six fuckin am in da morn
though my mom isnt all that religious, she just likes to get done with all the formalities of the festivals.
9 am
"rishabh wake up, we're leaving"
what the fuck. its nine fucking am.
twas my dad.
"if yall going, y are u waking me up, btw where are you going"
"we're going to sanghi nagar, and u're coming with us"
"what the....no way man. i'm sleepy..sleepy..sleepy"
" i dont know all this, put on something and come fast"
"kya? abhi to maine nahaya bhi nahi"
"phir jaldi nahao"
"do i have to?"
"rishu, i myself dont want to go there, but u know u r mom is very enthu bout all this, so we have to go"
"man the thinge we do for her"
anyways we left the home at 10. there was a bus waiting. no one had come.
"mama what the hell? where are all the other families."
"they'll come beta. patience"
"mom i have a test day after, i need ta study"
"rishabh it'll only be couple of hours"
"the place is like 40 kms from here mama"
"bas rishabh, now dont complain. be mature"
hhmph.
people started coming at their own time and leisure.
may all of them go to the place in between heaven and hell.
the only compromise was that amla, a kashmiri gal i've known for 10 years had come. she was the only one of my age in the bus. many others decided to reach sanghi nagar at their own time in their vehicles later.
"amla, why did you come today?"
"parent pressure"
ah, we two are so alike .
so we were talkin bout general stuff college, life, hols.
"chalo sab log, antakshari khelenge" i heard some one say.
aw man!
the thing about playin antakshari with elders is you can't sing western songs, coz theu dunt get it, and also coz it includes a ot of swears if ya start singin rap.
so i sang few new numbers. it wasnt all that bad, but it wasnt as interesting as solving TMH either.
after some time i realised we were movin in circles, coz the whole area was so maze like. anyways, we went to all corners of sanghi nagar, finally after an hour of askin people and navigating thro forests, we found, sanghi parkand guesthouses and farmhouse.
man was it fuckin hot. and boy were there so many mosquitoes and flies. i quickly went into the guesthouse. ah there was an AC there. Ah, there was a TV too. i switched it on. a dark blue screen flashed, i chenged the channel, same result, again, again and again.
" rishabh, take a hint"
"umm yeah, i know, screwed up TV"
"there's no cable wire man"
"oh"
went out of the room.
my bro had got his bat and ball with him. good thing . i wasnt bored.bad thing. the ball was plastic. i was playin more of baseball, by jus hookin and pulling the ball, tryin to break the glass of the house. damn u plastic bal. it was so light that the loo (the air not the toilet) was drifting it away from the target.
lunch time. not bad stuf. there was the usual. and the damn mosquitoes. the elders had their usual discussion,
"and the muzzaffarabad bus will also be goin via......"
"......so when you put som much salt, doesnt the entire dish just......"
".....and look at that lady, she has a son in the US earning ........ rupees or dollars is it. i dont remember..."
".....so the match.."
ah yes the match
INDIA: struggling at 80/6, and chasing 320. deep shit man
fortunately there was another tv that had dd1, though blurred, and the room had a workin ac, and comparatively less mosquitoes. it was floddedwith people instead. as wicketsfell,, people went out. i was faithful. i stayed. or maybe, i just cudnt satnd the heat. never realised how time flew. amla and the other gals were at the terrace..chattin. they came in to check the final score. we lost. boo hoo.
now to make matters worse, my mom was like, ok now we're goin to sanghi temple.
mamaaaaaaaaaa!
i'm leavin i told her., why she asked.
i gave her a look that said it all. she was symphathetic. she was like ok, u an leave with khar uncle, he doesnt like temples anyway. hooray for khar uncle. he droped me off at sec bad. took and auto and came back. awwww my precious glasstone and JD LEE, I missed yall sooooo much.
-rishabh
Saturday, March 19, 2005
physics, mr vijay and wrong answers
Saturday, March 19, 2005
8
Yesterday was my physics exam. it was quite easy, i however made a little error. there was this bit about the limits of poissons ratio, tis -1 to.5, i wrote -1 to 500. well i desrve half the marks for getting half the limit right? look how cheap i've become . but then it was a 2 mark question. anyways. to make everything clear. i LOVE physics. my lovefor physics or shall i say the entire engineering and science stream began less than a year from now. after my tenth board exam, i decided to join a coaching academy. but i always knew my first love was writing. i just love writing, be it poetry, writing for a cause, humor, thrill, whatever. i just love it. i was like the horny dude it class always jumping when eva there was a literary contest of anysort. but then summer came, and i became science-mad. literally.
one person is to blame for all this. Mr. Vijay. this guy taught at that acdemy which i attended for a little over a month for a crash course. he used to teach maths( i believe he's left that place now), but would occasionly talk bout other brances of science as well. i used to love his quest to inculcate the habit of questioning amongst us. it was from his mouth that i first heard words such as, Fractors, Parallel universe, string theory, quantum theory-theory of relativity unification popularly called the Unified Theory. That summer i spent over 100 hours online searching and gathering info about all this extra terrestrial as well as terrestrial stuff. it turned me on as hell. the concept of oparallel universe is just amazing. they say there exists millions of other "identical" universes in space and that worm holes are the means to entering them9 ok these arent u r traditional "worm" holes...its to do with black holes and stuff). and in these universe there might be another you, another me, another geoge bush with nipples on his head or a jessica alba with three boobies. the possibilities are endless aren't they. but then the amound of controversy this theory has generated among the science community world-wide is phenomenal.
then there are other theories, one of them says a ripple caused in the air, by the flapping of wings of a butterfly in yorkshire, england can cause a hurricane in japan. but then going by that view, when eva i have a cold and i sneeze there should be an earth quake in shanghai. so yea you have stuff like that too.
then there are also the hystericals. like someone saying that the burmuda triangle being a black hole. black holes arent timepass material. the intense gravitatinal field that exists around it is sensational. the entire earth would collapse if one such black hole was actualy on earth. and besides it wouldn't be called a black holethen. haha. i laffed my ass out the day i heard that one.
coming back to physics. i feel that theory of realtivity should be included into the IIT-JEE syllabus. O k O k I KNOW. Yall will be cursing me saying JEE physics is a pain enuf, but then the theory is just awesome, it talks about the bending of the space graph, ok ok nevamind, read bout it urself on the net.
i had fun the other day on this forumcalled frost cloud. pretty entertaining, though not alarge site, its pretty alright.
now i have my last exam day after, chemistry. chemistry is ok. i love chemistry except for the extractions. i mean its not like they are tough or anything, just that getting sodium from castner's process or aluminium from serpecks process ins't really my cuppa tea. i prefer stereoisomerism and stoichiometry anyday.
also, day afetr after the exam, i am going to blore. yaaaaay. i have to post someting that relates to that. but thats another time.
- rishabh
one person is to blame for all this. Mr. Vijay. this guy taught at that acdemy which i attended for a little over a month for a crash course. he used to teach maths( i believe he's left that place now), but would occasionly talk bout other brances of science as well. i used to love his quest to inculcate the habit of questioning amongst us. it was from his mouth that i first heard words such as, Fractors, Parallel universe, string theory, quantum theory-theory of relativity unification popularly called the Unified Theory. That summer i spent over 100 hours online searching and gathering info about all this extra terrestrial as well as terrestrial stuff. it turned me on as hell. the concept of oparallel universe is just amazing. they say there exists millions of other "identical" universes in space and that worm holes are the means to entering them9 ok these arent u r traditional "worm" holes...its to do with black holes and stuff). and in these universe there might be another you, another me, another geoge bush with nipples on his head or a jessica alba with three boobies. the possibilities are endless aren't they. but then the amound of controversy this theory has generated among the science community world-wide is phenomenal.
then there are other theories, one of them says a ripple caused in the air, by the flapping of wings of a butterfly in yorkshire, england can cause a hurricane in japan. but then going by that view, when eva i have a cold and i sneeze there should be an earth quake in shanghai. so yea you have stuff like that too.
then there are also the hystericals. like someone saying that the burmuda triangle being a black hole. black holes arent timepass material. the intense gravitatinal field that exists around it is sensational. the entire earth would collapse if one such black hole was actualy on earth. and besides it wouldn't be called a black holethen. haha. i laffed my ass out the day i heard that one.
coming back to physics. i feel that theory of realtivity should be included into the IIT-JEE syllabus. O k O k I KNOW. Yall will be cursing me saying JEE physics is a pain enuf, but then the theory is just awesome, it talks about the bending of the space graph, ok ok nevamind, read bout it urself on the net.
i had fun the other day on this forumcalled frost cloud. pretty entertaining, though not alarge site, its pretty alright.
now i have my last exam day after, chemistry. chemistry is ok. i love chemistry except for the extractions. i mean its not like they are tough or anything, just that getting sodium from castner's process or aluminium from serpecks process ins't really my cuppa tea. i prefer stereoisomerism and stoichiometry anyday.
also, day afetr after the exam, i am going to blore. yaaaaay. i have to post someting that relates to that. but thats another time.
- rishabh
Monday, March 14, 2005
nothing excaptional
Monday, March 14, 2005
3
OK. I'm sure i can handle this...but its sooooo fuckin weird. Ok i have my boards going on..for the ones who arent familiar with the AP boards..we have boards even in the 11th standard..now why wud i leave my precious CBSE n screw with ap board..well thats to do with IIT and all that shit. i dunt feeli like tellin. u dunt feel like listening. so its settled.
Anyways. today was Maths-I A...thats the paper one. it was shit easy...ok not boastin here..but it was. so i started speedilty screwin the paper i got it( yah that wud've felt weird huh)... and well this guy on the other end of the benh is starin at my paper. i ignore his activity and cover my answer book. he jus calls me out and says " dekho yaaro, mereku kuchch nahi atha hai, dikha na bhe'
now these words were quite powerful, tho colloquial.
this is why.
generally. class tests aside. i've never taken part in copyin during an exam. its ethically wrong( where did that come from)... and besides if u r caught u r banned for 4 years and well u know how it goes. and secondly because i'd never seen any person so unprepared for the exam , and i mean it because this lad knew nothin. he copies every single full stop i kept. he looked quite strong so i didnt want to mess with him. so i was like do what you want. i dunt give a fuck. he told me to remove mt hand from my answerscript. i did so. he was my answers. he copied my ten 2 marks answers. i gave this bastard a cheque of 20 marks.
but this guy was a pro. i didnt need to do any effort for him copying my answers( isn't that an irony) and well he was copyin real fast. but then i made up my mind. the lil sucker didnt know anything. i as much as helped hm to clear the exam. no way was the punk ass biyach gonna get full 75 coz of me. sweet times r ove brothah. so i covered my entire paper and well he understood.
but he still had by that time obtained neraly 35 marks of the 75 mark paper.
now the deep thinking side of me got to work. i was wondering..we all are talking bout the heavy competition and the IIT, eamcet, eee's AND ALL THIS..AND THEN YOU HAVE THESE GUYS. i mean it was not like he was dub..ok a i'l..but had he put in the requisite amound of effort he wudnt have to find himself in that situation. i feel like he owes me big time for me not reporting his name to the examinar. or duz he? maybe i shud've told him and maybe that wud've taught this dude a lesson..but then he'd be exempted from attempting the paper for 4 years..that wud ruin his life..so yah. but during the next exam if he tries sumthin fucky 'll snap his nuts off his body. enough is enough
anyways..the paper went good...expecting somewhere round 73 somethin...for once i was neat. yaay. now have maths 1 B day after. chilling right now
i noticed that its during the exam time that we gain excess weight. CORRECTION: I gain excess weight. while othrs are losin g weith thru tension and exam blues. this is coz i study in the night. i sit on the chair, i start studyin by 10. and well generaly eat a lot. chips, fizzy drinks, noodles, butter popcorn, idli wada, chicken, biscuits, juice, nachos, chocolate, corn flakes, power bars, subs, sanwiches and whatnots. all have fat and none have nutrition ( well not the enough amound)..resultin in me lookin like a 16 yr old pregnant dude.
oh man life is such a biyach.
-rishabh
Anyways. today was Maths-I A...thats the paper one. it was shit easy...ok not boastin here..but it was. so i started speedilty screwin the paper i got it( yah that wud've felt weird huh)... and well this guy on the other end of the benh is starin at my paper. i ignore his activity and cover my answer book. he jus calls me out and says " dekho yaaro, mereku kuchch nahi atha hai, dikha na bhe'
now these words were quite powerful, tho colloquial.
this is why.
generally. class tests aside. i've never taken part in copyin during an exam. its ethically wrong( where did that come from)... and besides if u r caught u r banned for 4 years and well u know how it goes. and secondly because i'd never seen any person so unprepared for the exam , and i mean it because this lad knew nothin. he copies every single full stop i kept. he looked quite strong so i didnt want to mess with him. so i was like do what you want. i dunt give a fuck. he told me to remove mt hand from my answerscript. i did so. he was my answers. he copied my ten 2 marks answers. i gave this bastard a cheque of 20 marks.
but this guy was a pro. i didnt need to do any effort for him copying my answers( isn't that an irony) and well he was copyin real fast. but then i made up my mind. the lil sucker didnt know anything. i as much as helped hm to clear the exam. no way was the punk ass biyach gonna get full 75 coz of me. sweet times r ove brothah. so i covered my entire paper and well he understood.
but he still had by that time obtained neraly 35 marks of the 75 mark paper.
now the deep thinking side of me got to work. i was wondering..we all are talking bout the heavy competition and the IIT, eamcet, eee's AND ALL THIS..AND THEN YOU HAVE THESE GUYS. i mean it was not like he was dub..ok a i'l..but had he put in the requisite amound of effort he wudnt have to find himself in that situation. i feel like he owes me big time for me not reporting his name to the examinar. or duz he? maybe i shud've told him and maybe that wud've taught this dude a lesson..but then he'd be exempted from attempting the paper for 4 years..that wud ruin his life..so yah. but during the next exam if he tries sumthin fucky 'll snap his nuts off his body. enough is enough
anyways..the paper went good...expecting somewhere round 73 somethin...for once i was neat. yaay. now have maths 1 B day after. chilling right now
i noticed that its during the exam time that we gain excess weight. CORRECTION: I gain excess weight. while othrs are losin g weith thru tension and exam blues. this is coz i study in the night. i sit on the chair, i start studyin by 10. and well generaly eat a lot. chips, fizzy drinks, noodles, butter popcorn, idli wada, chicken, biscuits, juice, nachos, chocolate, corn flakes, power bars, subs, sanwiches and whatnots. all have fat and none have nutrition ( well not the enough amound)..resultin in me lookin like a 16 yr old pregnant dude.
oh man life is such a biyach.
-rishabh
Monday, February 28, 2005
DA mORniNG
Monday, February 28, 2005
12
Da morn
The last month or so…as I’ve confessed I’ve been bunking school. Also, as I’ve confessed haven’t been doing the most important thing one is supposed to do in the night. I WAS TALKING ABOUT SLEEPING! Keep your dirty thoughts to your self. I’ve been studying in the nights and have been sleeping in the day. I’ve realized that‘ve been sleeping more during the exams than I’ve ever slept before. I’m sleeping on an average of 12 hours a day. Yes quite the luxury. My entire current life is in the vicinity of 5 metres radius. TV, Comp, Net, Music system, Junk food. My room is scattered with books all around me. TMH JEE Maths guide, next to which is Morrison and Boyd organic chemistry. In a corner, next to my pillow is “The IITians” by deb, on the desk to the right is the Da vinci code. Above which is Time magazine above which are some text books. On the floor there are few cassettes, Rock, Jazz, Blues, Pop, even stuff of Mohd. Rafi and RD Burman. The waste bin, is filled with empty sachets of Wrigley’s and Munch. And the ACT II popcorn, boxes of cup noodles and few packets of Lays.
Life is great.
It doesn’t feel that I have my board exams in less than ten days. But then gone are the days of tension, when the word exam spurred tension and every time one mentioned the dates, I would be compelled to pay a visit to the loo. No sir. We are very cool now. We dunt Tensionofy over these exams. Have been giving sooooo many of them over the past 6 months that am now bored of them. But that doesn’t mean I don’t take them seriously, just that the tension factor has been eradicated.
After takin frequesnt breaks and finishd part of the syllabus, I realize its 5.36 AM. 5.36 AM in my digital clock, meaning 5.50 in the actual HST, HST my dears is Hyderabad standard time. The stuff that you would get to see on the railway station. Don’t ask why. I like to be ahead of the time. Well at least I like t feel that way. Anyways. I yawn passively, open the door of my balcony and step outside. Its quite cold, but then I’m in my shorts and a tee. I look down from my second floor balcony. Look down at a man walking. Its 5.38 AM. He must be about 60 years or so. Has a walking stick. Walking briskly. Over the compound wall is a small Ramakrishna Ashram kinda thingee. However I get the view of the building’s ass. I, however get a clear view of the caretaker or who ever he is, cottage. Hardly a cottage. Just one room. which is the house belonging to him, his three daughters and his wife. I see the door opening. Its still dark mind you. Quite dark. The owner of the house comes out. Very dark man. Must be about 35-36, in this dhoti. Stretches his hands, yawns, scratches his balls and the adjoining areas, picks his nose and starts to smoke a beedi. I look sideways and I see the old man in his second round of the complex. Tightly clutching to his stick and marching as a soldier. 5.41 AM. I watch the these two side of the coin for a while and notice many things which I don’t want to disclose here time is 5.55 in my clock. I leave my balcony door open. Go inside. Turn on my music system, with Rolling Stones inside. I had bought the cassette 3 days ago and am already in love with it. Man these guys are the shit. They rock totally. I never knew they were soooo good. Plus it’s a live gig of theirs. 2 cassette set. While listening to them for about 20 minutes and also brushing my teeth, I put my sneakers on. I wake up my mom, put the milk inside the house, and also the newspapers and go out. It’s not all that cold now. Time 6.17. the sky is now pink. Birds are chirping and screwing around. Every two seconds I hear a doorbell being rung somewhere, indicating the doodh walla is on time. I start to get out of the complez. Cross the railway tracks. I look down at the tracks while walking instead of looking front. The reason is obvious. There’s a small basti on the other end. It’s the morning. And I love my sneakers a lot.
I reach the other end. Called the necklace. This are has become a new haven for joggers, walkers, motorcyclists going on threesomes, foursomes what nots. The road, not exactly in the same league as the Marina drive, but somewhat of a resembelance to it, was laid about 5 years ago. It’s about 4 kilometres or so I think. I run, walk whatever for one and a half kilometer and then return back, that makes it 3 Kms. That’s enough for me. I am not all that of a fitness freak. While walking I see that the number of hot babes has decreased. They come in the early morning. By 6.30 they are all gone. I had a glimpse of several of them the other day. Wearing loose tees and shorts. But then I had left my house early. So today I had to look at the aunties and the uncles who were nearly 65 and listening to songs through the earphones of their MP3 player and jogging. But this is India, you have to learn to love everyone. Despite their bad breath, dirty toenails, age, intellectual capacity, bust size and gender. It was nearly 6.50 now. I was starting to sweat. People were staring at me for some reason I didn’t realize at the beginning. It then struck me. My hair. And the hair band I was wearing.
The road runs parallel to the railway track. Every 3 minutes or so, the intercity train would come and go in a whisker. The road also circumscribes the Hussain Sagar. And well hussain sagar is good, but not divine. It has mosquitoes swarming its shores. Unfortunately that’s where life got me. These motha fockers jus covered my face till I ran away from them. Anyway, it’s my space so we won’t talk more bout them. So I just walked the rest of the course. Looking at the occasional cars that pass by. The last kilomatre I jog. So I jogged , ad jogged, and for a change jogged somemore. Got tired. Stopped. Panted. Walked. Now I had to cross the tracks. I had to cross three parallel tracks. I was on the third one, there was a train on the first one. It was less than 100 metres from me. I raced it, and then crossed the tracks. And then stood there. Watching the trains cross. Saw all waved to all the people in it. T’was the AP express. Turned away and went back home, again. Reached home. Turned on the TV. The Oscars were playing. But that’s another story…
-rishabh
The last month or so…as I’ve confessed I’ve been bunking school. Also, as I’ve confessed haven’t been doing the most important thing one is supposed to do in the night. I WAS TALKING ABOUT SLEEPING! Keep your dirty thoughts to your self. I’ve been studying in the nights and have been sleeping in the day. I’ve realized that‘ve been sleeping more during the exams than I’ve ever slept before. I’m sleeping on an average of 12 hours a day. Yes quite the luxury. My entire current life is in the vicinity of 5 metres radius. TV, Comp, Net, Music system, Junk food. My room is scattered with books all around me. TMH JEE Maths guide, next to which is Morrison and Boyd organic chemistry. In a corner, next to my pillow is “The IITians” by deb, on the desk to the right is the Da vinci code. Above which is Time magazine above which are some text books. On the floor there are few cassettes, Rock, Jazz, Blues, Pop, even stuff of Mohd. Rafi and RD Burman. The waste bin, is filled with empty sachets of Wrigley’s and Munch. And the ACT II popcorn, boxes of cup noodles and few packets of Lays.
Life is great.
It doesn’t feel that I have my board exams in less than ten days. But then gone are the days of tension, when the word exam spurred tension and every time one mentioned the dates, I would be compelled to pay a visit to the loo. No sir. We are very cool now. We dunt Tensionofy over these exams. Have been giving sooooo many of them over the past 6 months that am now bored of them. But that doesn’t mean I don’t take them seriously, just that the tension factor has been eradicated.
After takin frequesnt breaks and finishd part of the syllabus, I realize its 5.36 AM. 5.36 AM in my digital clock, meaning 5.50 in the actual HST, HST my dears is Hyderabad standard time. The stuff that you would get to see on the railway station. Don’t ask why. I like to be ahead of the time. Well at least I like t feel that way. Anyways. I yawn passively, open the door of my balcony and step outside. Its quite cold, but then I’m in my shorts and a tee. I look down from my second floor balcony. Look down at a man walking. Its 5.38 AM. He must be about 60 years or so. Has a walking stick. Walking briskly. Over the compound wall is a small Ramakrishna Ashram kinda thingee. However I get the view of the building’s ass. I, however get a clear view of the caretaker or who ever he is, cottage. Hardly a cottage. Just one room. which is the house belonging to him, his three daughters and his wife. I see the door opening. Its still dark mind you. Quite dark. The owner of the house comes out. Very dark man. Must be about 35-36, in this dhoti. Stretches his hands, yawns, scratches his balls and the adjoining areas, picks his nose and starts to smoke a beedi. I look sideways and I see the old man in his second round of the complex. Tightly clutching to his stick and marching as a soldier. 5.41 AM. I watch the these two side of the coin for a while and notice many things which I don’t want to disclose here time is 5.55 in my clock. I leave my balcony door open. Go inside. Turn on my music system, with Rolling Stones inside. I had bought the cassette 3 days ago and am already in love with it. Man these guys are the shit. They rock totally. I never knew they were soooo good. Plus it’s a live gig of theirs. 2 cassette set. While listening to them for about 20 minutes and also brushing my teeth, I put my sneakers on. I wake up my mom, put the milk inside the house, and also the newspapers and go out. It’s not all that cold now. Time 6.17. the sky is now pink. Birds are chirping and screwing around. Every two seconds I hear a doorbell being rung somewhere, indicating the doodh walla is on time. I start to get out of the complez. Cross the railway tracks. I look down at the tracks while walking instead of looking front. The reason is obvious. There’s a small basti on the other end. It’s the morning. And I love my sneakers a lot.
I reach the other end. Called the necklace. This are has become a new haven for joggers, walkers, motorcyclists going on threesomes, foursomes what nots. The road, not exactly in the same league as the Marina drive, but somewhat of a resembelance to it, was laid about 5 years ago. It’s about 4 kilometres or so I think. I run, walk whatever for one and a half kilometer and then return back, that makes it 3 Kms. That’s enough for me. I am not all that of a fitness freak. While walking I see that the number of hot babes has decreased. They come in the early morning. By 6.30 they are all gone. I had a glimpse of several of them the other day. Wearing loose tees and shorts. But then I had left my house early. So today I had to look at the aunties and the uncles who were nearly 65 and listening to songs through the earphones of their MP3 player and jogging. But this is India, you have to learn to love everyone. Despite their bad breath, dirty toenails, age, intellectual capacity, bust size and gender. It was nearly 6.50 now. I was starting to sweat. People were staring at me for some reason I didn’t realize at the beginning. It then struck me. My hair. And the hair band I was wearing.
The road runs parallel to the railway track. Every 3 minutes or so, the intercity train would come and go in a whisker. The road also circumscribes the Hussain Sagar. And well hussain sagar is good, but not divine. It has mosquitoes swarming its shores. Unfortunately that’s where life got me. These motha fockers jus covered my face till I ran away from them. Anyway, it’s my space so we won’t talk more bout them. So I just walked the rest of the course. Looking at the occasional cars that pass by. The last kilomatre I jog. So I jogged , ad jogged, and for a change jogged somemore. Got tired. Stopped. Panted. Walked. Now I had to cross the tracks. I had to cross three parallel tracks. I was on the third one, there was a train on the first one. It was less than 100 metres from me. I raced it, and then crossed the tracks. And then stood there. Watching the trains cross. Saw all waved to all the people in it. T’was the AP express. Turned away and went back home, again. Reached home. Turned on the TV. The Oscars were playing. But that’s another story…
-rishabh
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Sunday, February 27, 2005
9
so you were wondering how i stay up all night to study? these are my bitches. and also i sleep thru the day.lol
Friday, February 25, 2005
bad timing
Friday, February 25, 2005
10
Well since I have nothing new to write about, since my exams (prefinals) have started I’ve just dig up the dusty past and tell you some thing that will tell you ‘bout my weird nature. I am in an institution which has an integrated programme which takes care of my schooling as well as IIT coaching. Heard of narayana? Well these guys are pretty darn strict. But then early on I found out the key to their heart. MARKS!! Consistency! They don’t as much as lay a finger on students who continue to perform well. I knew that if I had to remain alive I had to perform well. ‘Coz then I’d be let off early from school, I could come late to college prolly take a day off, teachers wud spend extra time with me, and I could do pretty much whatever I wanted.( I havn’t cut my hair for the past 9 months, they have questioned me but have never forced me to cut it, why? Guess?).
So the relevance?
. Anyways , what this narayana does for the JEE students is that it finishes the quaterly and the half yearly by October and then has the prefinals in early feb. so all the time in between goes to JEE. Well…the period we’re talking bout here is October. The eve of my physics exam. I have this habit of studying in the night and sleeping in the day. I come home from school by about 6. eat sumthin. Sleep . get up at about 12.30. start studying from 1.45 till 7 in the morning ( with the umpteen breaks ofcourse). Well , da term studying is a misnomer. I solve problems for 85% of the time and the rest is study theory( most of which is chemistry).
Anyways. I had my half yearly exam in another 11 hours. It was 9 PM. I had 8 chapters to go. 4 of which I was reading for the first time. These 4 were: elasticity, simple harmonic motion, rotational dynamics and centre of mass.
Anyways, I didn’t bother to read the first two kinematics and vectors,( I mean after doing irodov, all this was baby poop). So I started directly with newton’s laws It took me bout 50 minutes b4 I completed it. Then I took over to system of particles, collisions, linear momentum. that got over in bout one and a half hour minutes(man that chapter has too many reasoning questions). Then I went over to rotation dynamics I was reading it for the first time b4 my exam. I had no idea what the fuck moment of inertia was or radius of gyration. Anyways…it took me 20 minutes to jus grasp the concept and to try to relate the analogy of static and dynamics with rotation. By the time I reached the section on how to calculate MOI( using integeration), it was 1.30. I went to the kitchen to get some late night snack, and well sat down. Started to calculate MOI of the sphere..just then a weird idea struck me. The fridge in my room had one carton of orange juice left. I dunno why I did it but. I took it out. I went to my dad’s study. Took out a bottle of smirn off vodka. It was crystal clear as water. The colour duh! Poured some into a glass. Took the glass to the kitchen with the orange juice. Poured in the juice. Took ice cubes. Then a whole of the masalas. Black salt, pepper,chat masala, citric acid etc etc. then a dash of lemon. It looked weird. i actually thought that the vodka would keep me awake all night. I think I should’ve figured out early that vodka wasn’t in any way related to caffeine( I for the spelling). Anyways so I had a sip of it. Well whadya know it tasted jus gr8. I made one more class and put it in the fridge and took this glass into my room. Hmm..integral sinx..sip.sip mmmm….the body rolls without friction..sip sip…just like that 45 minutes swept away. I dunno why my eyes weren’t shutting down as they were supposed to. I still, jus splashed some water inot my eyes just in case. But yea..sip sip continued till the entire thing was over. My eyes were red. It was nearly 3.20 now. Another 2 and a half chapters to go. I decded to take a li’l break..knowing well that if I take a lil np now..i
,gonna screw my physics exam. But then I love physics…and didn’t wannna go to an exam without preparing9 to some extant lol), but all that vodka how would I retain all the info. How wud my brain work. Man! Turned on the music system..was listenin to staind. Man these guys are hypnotic. Felt sleepy. Stopped staind. Put in Iron Maiden. MUCH BETTER!!! Kept me awake all night. Naw I stopped vodka after that. Anyways time was 7.15. I quickly took my bath and by 7,50 I was in the car downstairs waitn for my dad to come. He dropped me at school at 7.59 sharp. Exam was at 8. he was lookin at me and askin, “ kaise chal rahi preparation” I kept quit. Didn’t want him to even guess what had happened bout 5 hours ago. Anyways my eyes were still red and I did look like the guy who didn’t sleep all night ( hmm so tell me somthin I don’t know duh!) people were staring at me all the time. I hate it when they do that. They were saying stuff like rishabh yaar you need sum sleep. Lol! you can say that again my friend. It was now that I was feelin a lil bit drowsy and wanted to just get over wth the paper and tryto get a good score . well I had only my self to blame for my pitiable condition. I was tryin to revise all the conditions necessary for rolling and the likes..and then I started burping..reminding me of the recent experience. I mean technically I did commit a crime didn’t I? I mean underage drinking is considerd offensive under some fuckin section 444.55 sumthin isn’t it? But then cud I say that I only took a sip( multiplied into 45 somethin). Or maybe I thought that vodka releases some sort of vibrations within you which give you super memory ( too filmi), or maybe,,,there was nothing else to drink( too dramatical)….i was horny( umm on the ev of physics exam? Snorts). Ok ok..it was just in the moment. I didn’t know why I drank it.b tu well its over now. So screw u r thoughts rishabh and prepare for the exam which is in 5 minutes. 4 minutes now!
Tring! The bell rang.
I came out of the hall. With sweat trickling down my neck. I was thrilled! I thought I’d fail in the beginning. Turned out that I managed to get a 57 out of 60 in the end. And the mistake I made was a fuckin lil blunder in vector addition. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAt?????? Neither cud i. It’s a outrage. But then I was happy with my marks, wasn’t greedy for more. I mean get 57 outts 60 for a drunk man is pretty good isnt it. but then i was lucky that the paper wasnt all that from the part which i revised AFTER drinkin vodka.So that’s that. Now I have my physics prefs in 4 days. Vodka is nearly over. What do I do? Hmmm. Tsk tsk tsk.
- rishabh
So the relevance?
. Anyways , what this narayana does for the JEE students is that it finishes the quaterly and the half yearly by October and then has the prefinals in early feb. so all the time in between goes to JEE. Well…the period we’re talking bout here is October. The eve of my physics exam. I have this habit of studying in the night and sleeping in the day. I come home from school by about 6. eat sumthin. Sleep . get up at about 12.30. start studying from 1.45 till 7 in the morning ( with the umpteen breaks ofcourse). Well , da term studying is a misnomer. I solve problems for 85% of the time and the rest is study theory( most of which is chemistry).
Anyways. I had my half yearly exam in another 11 hours. It was 9 PM. I had 8 chapters to go. 4 of which I was reading for the first time. These 4 were: elasticity, simple harmonic motion, rotational dynamics and centre of mass.
Anyways, I didn’t bother to read the first two kinematics and vectors,( I mean after doing irodov, all this was baby poop). So I started directly with newton’s laws It took me bout 50 minutes b4 I completed it. Then I took over to system of particles, collisions, linear momentum. that got over in bout one and a half hour minutes(man that chapter has too many reasoning questions). Then I went over to rotation dynamics I was reading it for the first time b4 my exam. I had no idea what the fuck moment of inertia was or radius of gyration. Anyways…it took me 20 minutes to jus grasp the concept and to try to relate the analogy of static and dynamics with rotation. By the time I reached the section on how to calculate MOI( using integeration), it was 1.30. I went to the kitchen to get some late night snack, and well sat down. Started to calculate MOI of the sphere..just then a weird idea struck me. The fridge in my room had one carton of orange juice left. I dunno why I did it but. I took it out. I went to my dad’s study. Took out a bottle of smirn off vodka. It was crystal clear as water. The colour duh! Poured some into a glass. Took the glass to the kitchen with the orange juice. Poured in the juice. Took ice cubes. Then a whole of the masalas. Black salt, pepper,chat masala, citric acid etc etc. then a dash of lemon. It looked weird. i actually thought that the vodka would keep me awake all night. I think I should’ve figured out early that vodka wasn’t in any way related to caffeine( I for the spelling). Anyways so I had a sip of it. Well whadya know it tasted jus gr8. I made one more class and put it in the fridge and took this glass into my room. Hmm..integral sinx..sip.sip mmmm….the body rolls without friction..sip sip…just like that 45 minutes swept away. I dunno why my eyes weren’t shutting down as they were supposed to. I still, jus splashed some water inot my eyes just in case. But yea..sip sip continued till the entire thing was over. My eyes were red. It was nearly 3.20 now. Another 2 and a half chapters to go. I decded to take a li’l break..knowing well that if I take a lil np now..i
,gonna screw my physics exam. But then I love physics…and didn’t wannna go to an exam without preparing9 to some extant lol), but all that vodka how would I retain all the info. How wud my brain work. Man! Turned on the music system..was listenin to staind. Man these guys are hypnotic. Felt sleepy. Stopped staind. Put in Iron Maiden. MUCH BETTER!!! Kept me awake all night. Naw I stopped vodka after that. Anyways time was 7.15. I quickly took my bath and by 7,50 I was in the car downstairs waitn for my dad to come. He dropped me at school at 7.59 sharp. Exam was at 8. he was lookin at me and askin, “ kaise chal rahi preparation” I kept quit. Didn’t want him to even guess what had happened bout 5 hours ago. Anyways my eyes were still red and I did look like the guy who didn’t sleep all night ( hmm so tell me somthin I don’t know duh!) people were staring at me all the time. I hate it when they do that. They were saying stuff like rishabh yaar you need sum sleep. Lol! you can say that again my friend. It was now that I was feelin a lil bit drowsy and wanted to just get over wth the paper and tryto get a good score . well I had only my self to blame for my pitiable condition. I was tryin to revise all the conditions necessary for rolling and the likes..and then I started burping..reminding me of the recent experience. I mean technically I did commit a crime didn’t I? I mean underage drinking is considerd offensive under some fuckin section 444.55 sumthin isn’t it? But then cud I say that I only took a sip( multiplied into 45 somethin). Or maybe I thought that vodka releases some sort of vibrations within you which give you super memory ( too filmi), or maybe,,,there was nothing else to drink( too dramatical)….i was horny( umm on the ev of physics exam? Snorts). Ok ok..it was just in the moment. I didn’t know why I drank it.b tu well its over now. So screw u r thoughts rishabh and prepare for the exam which is in 5 minutes. 4 minutes now!
Tring! The bell rang.
I came out of the hall. With sweat trickling down my neck. I was thrilled! I thought I’d fail in the beginning. Turned out that I managed to get a 57 out of 60 in the end. And the mistake I made was a fuckin lil blunder in vector addition. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAt?????? Neither cud i. It’s a outrage. But then I was happy with my marks, wasn’t greedy for more. I mean get 57 outts 60 for a drunk man is pretty good isnt it. but then i was lucky that the paper wasnt all that from the part which i revised AFTER drinkin vodka.So that’s that. Now I have my physics prefs in 4 days. Vodka is nearly over. What do I do? Hmmm. Tsk tsk tsk.
- rishabh
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Men's Underwear
Thursday, February 24, 2005
8
Bhavya’s recent post umm “inspired me”?, to post this li’l piece I had written when I was in my eight grade. Ofcourse this one is edited with the recent additions and all that.
MEN’S UNDERWEAR
For many days I wanted to write on something but didn’t find the right topic. I found my topic yesterday while seeing television- Men’s Underwear. I am quite surprised why it was never written about or been a topic for a debate, which would certainly be for only the messier gender because I personally feel that women can’t handle all that pressure and stink.
I mean really, it has been there since ages; as a matter of fact it was the first form of clothing ever to have been on this planet (back then it was made up of leaves, 100% eco- friendly!) As legend goes, Egyptian civilization underwear was made of linen and was something like the outer covering of the mummies! Indian’s used to wear langotas which are traditional underwear, they have to be tied using a string, and the French, well, it’s all they wear. But in modern times men’s underwear are well underwear, nothing official about it, they aren’t women underwear, which have fancy designs and are made of silk and satin. In other words there’s a lot of plagiarism going on in the underwear world, ‘cause almost all the underwear have the same design. But for ordinary men (or boys) like you and me underwear is a basic necessity like chips, computer games and jeans. I heard in one of the television shows that men really don’t care about their underwear. They abuse it by wearing the same one for a whole week and then use another (they don’t wash the previous one). They keep on using the underwear till every bit of it is battered, torn and farted upon. They keep on using it till the threads comes out and its solid mass cannot hold any other solid mass. I have never understood the concept of advertisement in the underwear industry. The companies make the craziest ads possible and present it to us. One says that it’ll help you fight demons and get the girls while the other says it’s the best thing to naked. And then you have this one where they show female lingerie fly half a mile and falls on a clothes string clinging next to a male counterpart. And then you also have the out of the box weird advertisements where they show your underwear breathing and saying its bacteria resistant. Damn! The media is cruel; they haven’t left anyone or anything.
Some how for some strange reason men’s underwear isn’t associated with sexyness ( I can’t really comment on that since I’m totally straight, I’ll have to confirm it with the ladies). I mean women look beautiful in almost anything. But then, with men its quite different isn’t it? They look good in Bermudas, in shorts, in suits but they look weird in underwear. Try looking at Jack Black( the guy from shallow hall) or even Hugh Grant in some of their movies. They all look repulsive.( ladies back me up on this one. lol).
Nowadays there is this recent trend. With the introduction of low rise jeans and the likes, people have a new fashion statement. Showing the brand of you’re underwear. It’s quite simple. All you do is wear a underwear, with the elastic thingummy (I don’t know what it’s called, jockey calls it a string bikini, some how male and bikini don’t go together) and pull you underwear up and your jeans low so that the brand name is visible (of the underwear of course not of the jeans (duh)) this trend was popularized by the Killer jeans advertisement too.(but then we all don’t have examiners as hot as the model in the ad do we?). Warning: try this only if you have a reputed underwear brand. I mean wearing a brand like “Pammi” sanitary needs of “hero underwear” you don’t really want to try this act. Gonna ruin your style. I wanted to write more about lingerie too but then check the title, ‘t says “men’s underwear”. So I’ll leave it to that. Good morning tyall!
-rishabh
-21stNovember, 2001. Edited on February 23 2005.
MEN’S UNDERWEAR
For many days I wanted to write on something but didn’t find the right topic. I found my topic yesterday while seeing television- Men’s Underwear. I am quite surprised why it was never written about or been a topic for a debate, which would certainly be for only the messier gender because I personally feel that women can’t handle all that pressure and stink.
I mean really, it has been there since ages; as a matter of fact it was the first form of clothing ever to have been on this planet (back then it was made up of leaves, 100% eco- friendly!) As legend goes, Egyptian civilization underwear was made of linen and was something like the outer covering of the mummies! Indian’s used to wear langotas which are traditional underwear, they have to be tied using a string, and the French, well, it’s all they wear. But in modern times men’s underwear are well underwear, nothing official about it, they aren’t women underwear, which have fancy designs and are made of silk and satin. In other words there’s a lot of plagiarism going on in the underwear world, ‘cause almost all the underwear have the same design. But for ordinary men (or boys) like you and me underwear is a basic necessity like chips, computer games and jeans. I heard in one of the television shows that men really don’t care about their underwear. They abuse it by wearing the same one for a whole week and then use another (they don’t wash the previous one). They keep on using the underwear till every bit of it is battered, torn and farted upon. They keep on using it till the threads comes out and its solid mass cannot hold any other solid mass. I have never understood the concept of advertisement in the underwear industry. The companies make the craziest ads possible and present it to us. One says that it’ll help you fight demons and get the girls while the other says it’s the best thing to naked. And then you have this one where they show female lingerie fly half a mile and falls on a clothes string clinging next to a male counterpart. And then you also have the out of the box weird advertisements where they show your underwear breathing and saying its bacteria resistant. Damn! The media is cruel; they haven’t left anyone or anything.
Some how for some strange reason men’s underwear isn’t associated with sexyness ( I can’t really comment on that since I’m totally straight, I’ll have to confirm it with the ladies). I mean women look beautiful in almost anything. But then, with men its quite different isn’t it? They look good in Bermudas, in shorts, in suits but they look weird in underwear. Try looking at Jack Black( the guy from shallow hall) or even Hugh Grant in some of their movies. They all look repulsive.( ladies back me up on this one. lol).
Nowadays there is this recent trend. With the introduction of low rise jeans and the likes, people have a new fashion statement. Showing the brand of you’re underwear. It’s quite simple. All you do is wear a underwear, with the elastic thingummy (I don’t know what it’s called, jockey calls it a string bikini, some how male and bikini don’t go together) and pull you underwear up and your jeans low so that the brand name is visible (of the underwear of course not of the jeans (duh)) this trend was popularized by the Killer jeans advertisement too.(but then we all don’t have examiners as hot as the model in the ad do we?). Warning: try this only if you have a reputed underwear brand. I mean wearing a brand like “Pammi” sanitary needs of “hero underwear” you don’t really want to try this act. Gonna ruin your style. I wanted to write more about lingerie too but then check the title, ‘t says “men’s underwear”. So I’ll leave it to that. Good morning tyall!
-rishabh
-21stNovember, 2001. Edited on February 23 2005.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Monday, February 21, 2005
Have you heard this one?
Monday, February 21, 2005
18
Ok my pal had come over for a nightcoz he desparately needed help in chemistry and since the boards are near i decided to help him out so after studyin making shit go into his head (he wasnt able to understand adsorption)..i decided to call it a day and we started to ya know do stuff. So first of all we spent like and hour online checkin out some sites( naw we outgrew porn in like the sixth grade) and then played some ceaser three, NFS and commandos et al. Later ordered some Pizza from Dominos( decided not to get from smoking joes based on the comments from IMHI)and well all was fine. He has got this CD ..compilation..called BIG courtesy Sony music. Well it was u r average mixture of rock pop hip hop ..included tracks from LP(numb), Maroon 5( this love), evanescence( duh!) and beyonce and stuff. I found three songs that were out of the box.
"Turn Me On"....KEVIN Lyttle/kevyn little ( what evea the fuck man). I had neva heard the entire song before this day had only heard the chorus. Well this day i heard the entire song and it was..as simply as i can say: bizzarely weird. This guy is jus veryweird. He's not totally rap, neither hip hop, umm not totally popjust hangin loose somewhere on the street joints. I dunno. The song started pretty normally with the normal lyrics
"Girl caress my body
you drive me crazy,
turn me on, turn me on"
. fine. no probs. but then he starts to moan n jus blabber crap which is hardly audible. its like he was lickin somebody and trying to sing. Kinda weird when you are not the only guy in the room. Result? Me n mah pal broke down laffin with our hands on our stomachs. It was jus very.. weird , funny weird i mean. But yeah that song was jus too weird,you get the picture dont you.
I love Mandy by westlife. i Dunno. i just looove that song
But my most favorite song in that album was definely Dido's WHITE FLAG. she's magical jusss sooo amazing. I simply love her music( plus shez not all that bad looking wither is she eh DIDO?)
Just that her name would sound weird if we added a "L" somewhere in between. darn aussies!
Any ways.. the last song of the album...Tata Young ka " SEXY NAUGHTY BITCHY".. well we all know the song has nothin to look forward to except the hot chinese babe. I mean the lyrics are jus made. nothin grea except the words sexy naughty bitchy. But then the song hit big time so ho am i to comment? Well the song started normally.. ya know she with he OOOooo's and Aaahs' and then I realised something. It was REMIXED version of the song . And as the case is nowadays with the west. They are having all sorts of remixes..most of them with some punjabi tadka. ( remember Powerless by furtado)... well the punjabi in the song is supposed to make it more dance prone and more of a party song. what it did make it was a "Laugh my ass out" type of song. I mean after the main chorous there is this part where Miss Young goes like " sexy sexy sexy.. naughty naughty naughty, bitchty bitchy bitchy, sexy naughty bitchy me!" in a husky sexy kinda voice( i call it whorish..i know whorish isnt a word yet but it will be soon enough).. she says that ..but after everytime she syas a word.. a punjabi bloke repeats the same thing in his punjabi style. so young goes sexy sexy sexy( in a sexy whorish female seductive voice), follwed by a male repulsive voice sayin saaxy saaxy saaxy. Naughty..naughty naughty( whorish voice)... notty notty notty( male disaster)...and then she's like bitchy bitchy.. and the guy is like OYE! BITCHTY OYEE!! HAI HAI!!
WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!
what the hell is bitchy oye! I just couldnt stop laffing. i was drinkin sprite and spilt the entire thing over myself and my dear precious JD LEE (inorganic chemistry). Man that shit was funny. And that was not all. There was the occasional "haddipa!" and " PURRRRRR!" AND well it was jus too funny to describe. only those whihc have listened to the song before can understand what i'm trying to convey over here. do listen to it if you are lookin for a hearty laugh. damn man!
here's rishabh signing off!
"Turn Me On"....KEVIN Lyttle/kevyn little ( what evea the fuck man). I had neva heard the entire song before this day had only heard the chorus. Well this day i heard the entire song and it was..as simply as i can say: bizzarely weird. This guy is jus veryweird. He's not totally rap, neither hip hop, umm not totally popjust hangin loose somewhere on the street joints. I dunno. The song started pretty normally with the normal lyrics
"Girl caress my body
you drive me crazy,
turn me on, turn me on"
. fine. no probs. but then he starts to moan n jus blabber crap which is hardly audible. its like he was lickin somebody and trying to sing. Kinda weird when you are not the only guy in the room. Result? Me n mah pal broke down laffin with our hands on our stomachs. It was jus very.. weird , funny weird i mean. But yeah that song was jus too weird,you get the picture dont you.
I love Mandy by westlife. i Dunno. i just looove that song
But my most favorite song in that album was definely Dido's WHITE FLAG. she's magical jusss sooo amazing. I simply love her music( plus shez not all that bad looking wither is she eh DIDO?)
Just that her name would sound weird if we added a "L" somewhere in between. darn aussies!
Any ways.. the last song of the album...Tata Young ka " SEXY NAUGHTY BITCHY".. well we all know the song has nothin to look forward to except the hot chinese babe. I mean the lyrics are jus made. nothin grea except the words sexy naughty bitchy. But then the song hit big time so ho am i to comment? Well the song started normally.. ya know she with he OOOooo's and Aaahs' and then I realised something. It was REMIXED version of the song . And as the case is nowadays with the west. They are having all sorts of remixes..most of them with some punjabi tadka. ( remember Powerless by furtado)... well the punjabi in the song is supposed to make it more dance prone and more of a party song. what it did make it was a "Laugh my ass out" type of song. I mean after the main chorous there is this part where Miss Young goes like " sexy sexy sexy.. naughty naughty naughty, bitchty bitchy bitchy, sexy naughty bitchy me!" in a husky sexy kinda voice( i call it whorish..i know whorish isnt a word yet but it will be soon enough).. she says that ..but after everytime she syas a word.. a punjabi bloke repeats the same thing in his punjabi style. so young goes sexy sexy sexy( in a sexy whorish female seductive voice), follwed by a male repulsive voice sayin saaxy saaxy saaxy. Naughty..naughty naughty( whorish voice)... notty notty notty( male disaster)...and then she's like bitchy bitchy.. and the guy is like OYE! BITCHTY OYEE!! HAI HAI!!
WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!
what the hell is bitchy oye! I just couldnt stop laffing. i was drinkin sprite and spilt the entire thing over myself and my dear precious JD LEE (inorganic chemistry). Man that shit was funny. And that was not all. There was the occasional "haddipa!" and " PURRRRRR!" AND well it was jus too funny to describe. only those whihc have listened to the song before can understand what i'm trying to convey over here. do listen to it if you are lookin for a hearty laugh. damn man!
here's rishabh signing off!
Saturday, February 19, 2005
AI all the way
Saturday, February 19, 2005
0
Amidst the tension involvng the boards, one'd expect rishabh to sit in front of his chemistry text book and be mugging up reactions of group III elements. He does that. But apart from doing tht..he's doing one more thing...wasting a lot of time on the net, TV,eating, sleepin, bunking school(check below), blah blah blah. Anyways one of my favorite shows on TV is AI aka American Idol..or is it the other way round. whatever.
the show just rocks. i mean how cud one not love AI. everything from the gorgeous paula to the satanic simon is cool about the show. and yeah ryan seacrest is bearable too. however i am not too sure bout randy jackson, i'd have liked snoop dogg better..but then he'd not be a potential candidate to judge pop music wud he( damn groupie)..but then all randy duz is sit there on his fat lazy ass sayin , " yo mah man, u've got it all goin on mah brothah" or "yo, gal, 'u've got da moves"..but then he comes with the package so..erm whatever... screw him.
I watched the recent twosome episode this tuesday/ wednesday. It was amazing. The 150 something group was down to the finaL 24..12 of each species. Well can't say the judgement passed was upto mah expectations...there were some serious disappointments you know. First of all this cute gal..really cute gal called jacqlyn( damn american cuties cant spell u r shitty name).. she always cried..( she said that herself)..but gawd she hada good voice..she didnt deserve to be kicked out so soon. and fcourse when she got kicked out..she erm cried..yeah.it was so sad coz in the end there were these 2 gals one of which was her..and only one cud go thru..so the judges called them both together and told jacky that will you participate again next year..she said yes..the other one told she cant handle it..so she got selected ( poor dear jacky)..anyways.so thats bout that bout her.
But all was not sad. mah favorite males ova t the cometition got selected. This guy called CONSTANTINE is jus soooooooooooooo cool! ( I AM PERFECTLY STRAIGHT THANK YOU!!!) .He's a rocker..his band's name is Pray for the soul of betty..and guess what the guy has acted on BROADWAY in a series called RENT..and even toured with tem with his band. So he got in . He had sung an aerosmith song in the prelims..which i thought was amongst the best that day..jus spellbindin. with him there was another rocker-long haired- someone called BO sumthin got in too. yea whatever.
And then the usual ppl..a cutie smartie called Mikilah got thru, so did the farm psycho guy sumthin ..and the John Ziza guy( the twin guy) didnt make it. so didnt david sumthin..who had done a james brown song in the city auditions and had miracuolously made it to hollywood ( due to the magic of PAULA)..so bad luck to him. there's also this 16 year old kid..i dont remember his name. he had some shit going on when he was a kid and the doc told him he cudnt speak..and now the bloke's in the top 24 of AI...JUS AMAZING..HE'S JUS 16!!!! my age..@@!!! ok ok enuf of the envy.
and yeah thats how it was..pretty good 4 hours this week. a waiting for tuesday.
i noticed somthin..theres an indian in the TNA wrestling aired on STAR WORLD..the funny thing is his name is sonjay( hahaha) ...what the fuck was wrong with sanjay..sonjay sounds like a fucking GI Joe who lost his head in a battle.
And one more thing....nah will write bout it in the next post. gnite yall.
the show just rocks. i mean how cud one not love AI. everything from the gorgeous paula to the satanic simon is cool about the show. and yeah ryan seacrest is bearable too. however i am not too sure bout randy jackson, i'd have liked snoop dogg better..but then he'd not be a potential candidate to judge pop music wud he( damn groupie)..but then all randy duz is sit there on his fat lazy ass sayin , " yo mah man, u've got it all goin on mah brothah" or "yo, gal, 'u've got da moves"..but then he comes with the package so..erm whatever... screw him.
I watched the recent twosome episode this tuesday/ wednesday. It was amazing. The 150 something group was down to the finaL 24..12 of each species. Well can't say the judgement passed was upto mah expectations...there were some serious disappointments you know. First of all this cute gal..really cute gal called jacqlyn( damn american cuties cant spell u r shitty name).. she always cried..( she said that herself)..but gawd she hada good voice..she didnt deserve to be kicked out so soon. and fcourse when she got kicked out..she erm cried..yeah.it was so sad coz in the end there were these 2 gals one of which was her..and only one cud go thru..so the judges called them both together and told jacky that will you participate again next year..she said yes..the other one told she cant handle it..so she got selected ( poor dear jacky)..anyways.so thats bout that bout her.
But all was not sad. mah favorite males ova t the cometition got selected. This guy called CONSTANTINE is jus soooooooooooooo cool! ( I AM PERFECTLY STRAIGHT THANK YOU!!!) .He's a rocker..his band's name is Pray for the soul of betty..and guess what the guy has acted on BROADWAY in a series called RENT..and even toured with tem with his band. So he got in . He had sung an aerosmith song in the prelims..which i thought was amongst the best that day..jus spellbindin. with him there was another rocker-long haired- someone called BO sumthin got in too. yea whatever.
And then the usual ppl..a cutie smartie called Mikilah got thru, so did the farm psycho guy sumthin ..and the John Ziza guy( the twin guy) didnt make it. so didnt david sumthin..who had done a james brown song in the city auditions and had miracuolously made it to hollywood ( due to the magic of PAULA)..so bad luck to him. there's also this 16 year old kid..i dont remember his name. he had some shit going on when he was a kid and the doc told him he cudnt speak..and now the bloke's in the top 24 of AI...JUS AMAZING..HE'S JUS 16!!!! my age..@@!!! ok ok enuf of the envy.
and yeah thats how it was..pretty good 4 hours this week. a waiting for tuesday.
i noticed somthin..theres an indian in the TNA wrestling aired on STAR WORLD..the funny thing is his name is sonjay( hahaha) ...what the fuck was wrong with sanjay..sonjay sounds like a fucking GI Joe who lost his head in a battle.
And one more thing....nah will write bout it in the next post. gnite yall.
Friday, February 18, 2005
Thursday, February 17, 2005
say it isn't so...
Thursday, February 17, 2005
4
well this academic year started out pretty nicely with the IITJEE and the normal school( called IPE) going well. then obviously the JEE took over and i kinda started negelcting the school stuff( i mean the stuff that wasnt common to both)... now its one month from the exams( here in AP there is boards for the 11th class dudes as well).. and i thought.. fuck ..i'll finish the whole portion in a month( revising i mean0..and cver those 2-3 chapters that we'rent taught in the JEE class in the rest of the days. so obviously i had take days off fromskool. ER!!! thats the shit. the prblem i mean. our school doesnt believe all that much in self study.. i know crappy place. so they want me to attend all their revision classes and write their everyday tests. i am sooooo pissed off bout that. i mean how can i writea test in a topic which i am reading for the first time right now..i need bout 2-3 days to finish all the back log syllabus..for which the time..they dunt wanna give me. so i've been bunking school for the past 9 days( hey its all for a good cause). generally if you miss school one day they call up u r place and ask all sorts of crap. now they've given up. the only excuse they sport it if u dut come fast we'll tear u r hall ticket....i just feel like going to the guys face and saying.." FUCK OFF"!!
but yea..cant do that. so all i o is bunk.
now this is the scenario.
i get up at 2.30 PM eat. watch TV. play comp. blog etc etc. till its 6.30^ 6 o clock par simpsons hai) to 10.30 serious padhai..with no serious planning...just tryin to finish the syllabus. then break from 10.30 to 1 AM. then off to the books from 1 to 4.30 an then off to bed. the only thing that keeps me up so long is my U2 album "HOW TO DISMANTLE AND ATOMIC BOMB" and the appy apple juice. but i love late night studying. helluva fun. but will write on that sumtime later.
so anyways. this is a poem i had written in my 7th grade. for some reason i just felt like posting it ova here. of the many poems i've written..this one remains one of the closest to my heart..coz this one expresses the dillema of a 12 yr old who just wants to convey his thoughts. he duznt needta worry bout poetic expressions of what ppl will think of him.
Bunk to Flunk
It’s every child’s dream
To miss a boring physics class or a maths one,
And that playing instead in the ground
Would be so much more fun.
Who’d want to know how plants breathe?
Or for that matter how Akbar ruled?
Who’d want to know about land and sea breeze?
Or why the litmus paper turns blue?
Instead we could be in the playground
Happily playing football,
Or eat in the canteen
And stroll through the school halls.
“No teacher! I am not wasting my time.
Look, I study two hours a day,
But somehow even thought I try real hard
Nothing goes into my head.”
Suddenly, all the fun thoughts are replaced by a gripping fear
Now that the exams are lurking near,
No use asking advice from seers
Or trying to show off or act cool in front of your peers.
It’s now that I realize
That no matter how boring may be the teacher’s speeches,
We have to give her a chance
And try to learn as she teaches
So here is my mantra, my dear old pals
The secret not to flunk, is to never miss your classes
At least not the important ones,
And quit the habit to bunk
but yea..cant do that. so all i o is bunk.
now this is the scenario.
i get up at 2.30 PM eat. watch TV. play comp. blog etc etc. till its 6.30^ 6 o clock par simpsons hai) to 10.30 serious padhai..with no serious planning...just tryin to finish the syllabus. then break from 10.30 to 1 AM. then off to the books from 1 to 4.30 an then off to bed. the only thing that keeps me up so long is my U2 album "HOW TO DISMANTLE AND ATOMIC BOMB" and the appy apple juice. but i love late night studying. helluva fun. but will write on that sumtime later.
so anyways. this is a poem i had written in my 7th grade. for some reason i just felt like posting it ova here. of the many poems i've written..this one remains one of the closest to my heart..coz this one expresses the dillema of a 12 yr old who just wants to convey his thoughts. he duznt needta worry bout poetic expressions of what ppl will think of him.
Bunk to Flunk
It’s every child’s dream
To miss a boring physics class or a maths one,
And that playing instead in the ground
Would be so much more fun.
Who’d want to know how plants breathe?
Or for that matter how Akbar ruled?
Who’d want to know about land and sea breeze?
Or why the litmus paper turns blue?
Instead we could be in the playground
Happily playing football,
Or eat in the canteen
And stroll through the school halls.
“No teacher! I am not wasting my time.
Look, I study two hours a day,
But somehow even thought I try real hard
Nothing goes into my head.”
Suddenly, all the fun thoughts are replaced by a gripping fear
Now that the exams are lurking near,
No use asking advice from seers
Or trying to show off or act cool in front of your peers.
It’s now that I realize
That no matter how boring may be the teacher’s speeches,
We have to give her a chance
And try to learn as she teaches
So here is my mantra, my dear old pals
The secret not to flunk, is to never miss your classes
At least not the important ones,
And quit the habit to bunk
Monday, February 14, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
5
Ok . this is just the ultimate rock buff's dream album. 40 of the loudest's most coolest songs by the great contemporary rocker. includes cradle of filth, korn, slipknot, megadeth,fear factory, drowning pool. just awesome. and guess what? the 2 cassettes come for a cool 150 only!!!!( and yes this is the original). this is a must buy for yall roc buffs. jus amazing cant put it down. havent heard the first volume yet. my pal says it has staind and the likes. sounds neat. but this one has a thubs up from my side. just amazing!
Friday, February 11, 2005
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
FINALLY!
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
3
well this is more of bragging n informing than bloggin.
i am very very very happy today. various reasons are responsible for this outcome.
a) in the final IIT test of the narayana IIT series for 11th graders,,,i managed to come 2nd in my class of 120 students..i always used to be stuck between the fifth and the sixth spot..havnt seen the AIR's yet.
b) it officially been 9 ( yeah generally nine months is associated with sumthin else isnt it? dunt worry i dunt like "junior" myself) months since i cut my hair,....yippee..it hasnt been a pretty journey...i had to battle lice, dandruff, my teachers, family members( thanks mum for standing by my side), pals and the social stigmas associated with boys growin their hair..thankfully each and everyone of that problem has been taken care for..so happy nine months to me.
c)i have officially fallen in love with MTV HEAD BANGER'S BALL vol.2 TIS GOT EVERYTHIN , EVERYTHIN I TELL YA.
the thing has 2 cassetes with 50 of the loudest most coolest alternative modern rock songs. slipknot, korn(one of my favs), cradle of filth, jus ruddy awesome..on a lighter note i like my staind ( 14 shades of gray) very much too.
d) i'll prolly go to sania mirza's next match and try to look at her tennis skills for once.
this isnt one of the cause for my heart's elation but we do need a d option nonetheless..so here goes...
d) i have made a resolution to call my best pals more often and not make them feel as though as though i was taking them for granted.
i am very very very happy today. various reasons are responsible for this outcome.
a) in the final IIT test of the narayana IIT series for 11th graders,,,i managed to come 2nd in my class of 120 students..i always used to be stuck between the fifth and the sixth spot..havnt seen the AIR's yet.
b) it officially been 9 ( yeah generally nine months is associated with sumthin else isnt it? dunt worry i dunt like "junior" myself) months since i cut my hair,....yippee..it hasnt been a pretty journey...i had to battle lice, dandruff, my teachers, family members( thanks mum for standing by my side), pals and the social stigmas associated with boys growin their hair..thankfully each and everyone of that problem has been taken care for..so happy nine months to me.
c)i have officially fallen in love with MTV HEAD BANGER'S BALL vol.2 TIS GOT EVERYTHIN , EVERYTHIN I TELL YA.
the thing has 2 cassetes with 50 of the loudest most coolest alternative modern rock songs. slipknot, korn(one of my favs), cradle of filth, jus ruddy awesome..on a lighter note i like my staind ( 14 shades of gray) very much too.
d) i'll prolly go to sania mirza's next match and try to look at her tennis skills for once.
this isnt one of the cause for my heart's elation but we do need a d option nonetheless..so here goes...
d) i have made a resolution to call my best pals more often and not make them feel as though as though i was taking them for granted.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
err i dunn
Sunday, February 06, 2005
3
well i have made up my mind....
its official..i'm going to try to stop using the auto rickshaw almoist completely and try to use the city bus and the inter-city train as much as possible...its quite funny actually, becoz i used to travel a lot by the bus..this was in my 7,8,9,10 grades..when i used to attend cricket coachin which was next to my school, which btw was 9 kilometres from my place and ofcourse cricket practice would start by dawn coz in the morning we'd have the matches..so i had to be at the ground by 5.oo...yea nothin cud be seen..my mom'd drop me off then..but then after the) and then go back home in the bus together...it was fun..great fun. i always had this notion that going in the city bus wud be fun only if one had company...because that really makes city bus travelling worth while..so after tenth boards..i had joined this crash course for all these instituions which would provide me with JEE coaching for the next 2 years of my life. so my best pal and i went to the same crash course..unfortunately we are in different coachin centres now. n while coming back we'd have great fun.i was the wacky one where as , it was his job to tell me " rishabh behave u asshole. ur in public", my standard reply being a simple " screw you." people would stare at us....think we're psychos..but what the fuck we had fun.( btw these are two totally straight female loving dudes...incase u r eye brows were being raised)
but then after that i didnt really use the bus much often...part of the reason being my present school being close to my place so i can afford to go in an auto daily...but then something happened my cricketing days were over ( the legend had died)...my playground became my room...my kit became my TMH's and my Morrison and boyd's and well i bacame fat. and it was really weird. because my hair was growin (its been 10 months since i cut the) and so was my tummy..then i started walkin back to my place for a while...that didnt work out since i got really tired by the time i reached home and was unable to study for long hours and this afffected my weekly all india ranks at the screening and AIEEE tests.so then health issues were screwd and i started taking the autos again.
anyways..this was just the prologue.
hhmph!
anyways..so recently i had to visit this place to write an entrance test, i mean i already am in a pretty good IIT coachin institute..i just wanted to appear in this test and later tell them that i dunt wnana join u r course..dunt ask why..so after finishing off the test which was at their centre about 20 kms away from ym house i had three options...either go by auto which wud cost me bout a hundred bucks...take the bus half way and the train the other.total charge bout 15 bucks...or the totasl journey by bus..costing hardly a tenner. i thought i could take the bus journey and spend the rest on my favorite pastime: EATING ( now aint that a cliche)
so as they say...journey is much more exciting than the destination itself. got into the bus. it was fucking hot..or maybe i felt it that way because my hair were covering my forehead..as well as my ears..anyways i am implying to the fact that i was sweating. and i had no company.
so sat at the last row. guy sitting on my right: old farmer type dude. very dark..unshven wearin dhoti..shirt torn..shoes, unrecognisable.
on my left: man. bald. mid 50-s, short. pink long kurta . all around me were people diffent from one another..and amidst them all me, wearing a LINKIN PARK tee..with my axl rose wannabe hairstyle: being one of them. i felt great. you might think that what kind of a self centered bastard am i? but then when ever i was in a bus.sure i looked at the people around me, made fun of them( thats another story, will recite later, and btw i still make fu of them), but i never looked at them...right there in my 5 metre radius i saw the entire economic status of the country...there were people with laptops, people with walking staicks..there was a sikh, many telugu dudes, some behari-UP mix etc, and me, a kashmiri...india: in its true color. i dunno why suddenly i was seeing all this..or shall i say noticing all this. it was a kind of instantaneous feeling that i wanted to do something about it. but then thats our human nature.
when we see misery we feel like immediately shaking the world and tryin to help..as long as one is in that sitution..once one gets out of the place..the feelings pass and once again the person is involved in his own world . it happened to me so many times.like when ever i see a chicken getting slaughtered...i feel that how can i relish the taste of that chicken which was alive a while ago..i will become veggie..but then after i pass the butcher shop i go up to a bakery and eat a chicken burger
so there i was in the bus. then these 3 people entered. they started doin sum shit wid their hands...for a while i thought they were showing each other the middle fingers..but then more action took place..this continued for a while bout 10 mins..the weird thing was that they didnt talk.it then struck me that these were three people who couldnt speak and were communicating with each other thru sign language i noticed their every move..untill i wasnt the only one..these people had ceome the centre ofattraction..life;s own circus. why couldnt the people let them be? why wer the kids in front laughing at them? why was the bus cinductor smirking? why were these people not embarresed by the fact that the whole bus was acting uncooperative with their sincere attempt to communicate? and why was i still jus sitting there watchin the whole experiece? life's unanswered questions.
i woke up after 20 mins.i had dozed off , the three people had long gone. ym station had come. i got down. took another bus which wud take me rght to my home.
tis one wasnt the "life's alive" type-of-bus. jus another ordinary bus with people.quite normal. i had become accustomed to bus travel in 15 minutes. but then i always have been and always was...just because i didnt travel by one for a whole year doesnt mean that i had forgotten of all the adventures one gets to have in this mode of public transport. got back home in bout an hour, slept.
i dunno what made me write this entry..but then i like it this way
here's rishabh signing off.
its official..i'm going to try to stop using the auto rickshaw almoist completely and try to use the city bus and the inter-city train as much as possible...its quite funny actually, becoz i used to travel a lot by the bus..this was in my 7,8,9,10 grades..when i used to attend cricket coachin which was next to my school, which btw was 9 kilometres from my place and ofcourse cricket practice would start by dawn coz in the morning we'd have the matches..so i had to be at the ground by 5.oo...yea nothin cud be seen..my mom'd drop me off then..but then after the) and then go back home in the bus together...it was fun..great fun. i always had this notion that going in the city bus wud be fun only if one had company...because that really makes city bus travelling worth while..so after tenth boards..i had joined this crash course for all these instituions which would provide me with JEE coaching for the next 2 years of my life. so my best pal and i went to the same crash course..unfortunately we are in different coachin centres now. n while coming back we'd have great fun.i was the wacky one where as , it was his job to tell me " rishabh behave u asshole. ur in public", my standard reply being a simple " screw you." people would stare at us....think we're psychos..but what the fuck we had fun.( btw these are two totally straight female loving dudes...incase u r eye brows were being raised)
but then after that i didnt really use the bus much often...part of the reason being my present school being close to my place so i can afford to go in an auto daily...but then something happened my cricketing days were over ( the legend had died)...my playground became my room...my kit became my TMH's and my Morrison and boyd's and well i bacame fat. and it was really weird. because my hair was growin (its been 10 months since i cut the) and so was my tummy..then i started walkin back to my place for a while...that didnt work out since i got really tired by the time i reached home and was unable to study for long hours and this afffected my weekly all india ranks at the screening and AIEEE tests.so then health issues were screwd and i started taking the autos again.
anyways..this was just the prologue.
hhmph!
anyways..so recently i had to visit this place to write an entrance test, i mean i already am in a pretty good IIT coachin institute..i just wanted to appear in this test and later tell them that i dunt wnana join u r course..dunt ask why..so after finishing off the test which was at their centre about 20 kms away from ym house i had three options...either go by auto which wud cost me bout a hundred bucks...take the bus half way and the train the other.total charge bout 15 bucks...or the totasl journey by bus..costing hardly a tenner. i thought i could take the bus journey and spend the rest on my favorite pastime: EATING ( now aint that a cliche)
so as they say...journey is much more exciting than the destination itself. got into the bus. it was fucking hot..or maybe i felt it that way because my hair were covering my forehead..as well as my ears..anyways i am implying to the fact that i was sweating. and i had no company.
so sat at the last row. guy sitting on my right: old farmer type dude. very dark..unshven wearin dhoti..shirt torn..shoes, unrecognisable.
on my left: man. bald. mid 50-s, short. pink long kurta . all around me were people diffent from one another..and amidst them all me, wearing a LINKIN PARK tee..with my axl rose wannabe hairstyle: being one of them. i felt great. you might think that what kind of a self centered bastard am i? but then when ever i was in a bus.sure i looked at the people around me, made fun of them( thats another story, will recite later, and btw i still make fu of them), but i never looked at them...right there in my 5 metre radius i saw the entire economic status of the country...there were people with laptops, people with walking staicks..there was a sikh, many telugu dudes, some behari-UP mix etc, and me, a kashmiri...india: in its true color. i dunno why suddenly i was seeing all this..or shall i say noticing all this. it was a kind of instantaneous feeling that i wanted to do something about it. but then thats our human nature.
when we see misery we feel like immediately shaking the world and tryin to help..as long as one is in that sitution..once one gets out of the place..the feelings pass and once again the person is involved in his own world . it happened to me so many times.like when ever i see a chicken getting slaughtered...i feel that how can i relish the taste of that chicken which was alive a while ago..i will become veggie..but then after i pass the butcher shop i go up to a bakery and eat a chicken burger
so there i was in the bus. then these 3 people entered. they started doin sum shit wid their hands...for a while i thought they were showing each other the middle fingers..but then more action took place..this continued for a while bout 10 mins..the weird thing was that they didnt talk.it then struck me that these were three people who couldnt speak and were communicating with each other thru sign language i noticed their every move..untill i wasnt the only one..these people had ceome the centre ofattraction..life;s own circus. why couldnt the people let them be? why wer the kids in front laughing at them? why was the bus cinductor smirking? why were these people not embarresed by the fact that the whole bus was acting uncooperative with their sincere attempt to communicate? and why was i still jus sitting there watchin the whole experiece? life's unanswered questions.
i woke up after 20 mins.i had dozed off , the three people had long gone. ym station had come. i got down. took another bus which wud take me rght to my home.
tis one wasnt the "life's alive" type-of-bus. jus another ordinary bus with people.quite normal. i had become accustomed to bus travel in 15 minutes. but then i always have been and always was...just because i didnt travel by one for a whole year doesnt mean that i had forgotten of all the adventures one gets to have in this mode of public transport. got back home in bout an hour, slept.
i dunno what made me write this entry..but then i like it this way
here's rishabh signing off.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
The day that was
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
4
damn!
i mean soo many events in the span of 4 hours is it possible? i wonder...
well let me start off from scratch. studied till early hours of morning..so obviously i woke up really late today..i think it was 3.30 PM..anyways..then studied for a while ( i mean i still have to write that IIT mains exam we're having tomorrow), and then there was this concept in organic chem that wasnt clearly given in the text,,so i logged on n blah blha blAH...aneways..dad n bro had to leave for b'lore at bout 5.45.
at 5.30 i realised i had to buy this book..Organic chemistry by arihant publishers...so i hugged dad n bro n took my leave..reaching at the book store i get crazy al the time..all those wonderful books( no i',m not a nerd thank you..just love science)..so i got this one more book..reacton mechanism by PETER SYKES..damn cool book.
got home...6.45
got a phone call...6.46
twas dad from the secunderabad station sayin that he'd frgotton his laptop at home and that it was necessary for him to get it now..rite now..i was shocked ..i was like hey dude u have a conference bout sumthin , n all that sumthin is stored in u r laptop..if u've 4gotton the laptop..n what the hell did ya take wid ya..aneways i didnt actually say it to him..twas da rush hour..i jus took the thing n ran fer the aauto rickshaw..i told it to go reaaly realy fast ,, ya know like the wind n all tht crap..i just realised i was talkin to a 60 year dude who cud barely hear me..but boy was i wrong..he was shit fast.. i mean this guy cud zoom...to make things shitty it started ppouring...
ooh i forgot..
its like this..secunderabd and kachegude stattion are sumthing like nizammudin and New delhi..and dad was at sec' bad i had to make it to kacheguda..in like 15 mins..kacheguda is like 10 kims from my home...on myway i came across a major red light area...no no i dunt mean porn and all tht..just a cross road with a huge red light signal..anyways i looked around n it was pouring like hell and there were three shops in a row which my eyes struk upon.... gay lord hair dressers..gaylord auto and spare parts and GAYLORD cafe ( remember the fockers)..FUCK MAN! this is not the time for all this shit..i m in da middle of sumthin here i need to reach the station fast..an( quite amazing..it neva happns otherwise0 i ran like a maniac wid the laptop n saw a coolie..he told me the train had left...i was walkin back..suddeny i saw me dad..i screamed..my bro was there too...he saw me..gave ame a sad smile sayin , " son, i screwd up big time"...anyways we went to the railway office..thankfully everything went well , orso we thought..we got another train after half n hour...dad got 70% refund9 hey c'mion sumthin is betta than nothing, brother stopped whining..i was hungry..ate a lot..twas 8.20...dadz train at 8.40..we say bye byes n all tht..n i rush towards the exit..i am inches from the door..this man pops up.. EXCUSE ME SIR? CAN I SEE YOUR STATION TICKET?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!
SHIT MAN how cud i forget..he looked at me i gave him a valid reason for my fucked up blunder..but they neva listen these chums, do they..so i got taken to the station manager..n he bluntky asked me, "chal 270 nikal"
"what/???"
"sir, fine, sir..you didnt get theticket you have to bear the consequences"
"oh what the hell man..i promise i wunt do it again"
"no..i'm sorry sir"
aneways i took the bloke to my dad..my dad's fake pleading n " i think he has learnt his lesson speech" didnt work either...but the guy was like i can lessen the pain.. "oh yaaaaay..now he's the god sent saviour..tat bastard!"...and he says he was just doing his job..anyways we ended up paying a hundred bucks which prolly ended up in his pocket because he didnt give me no receipt( much against the like of my dad)..yeah right ya wanna bribe and act lawfull?
anyways..then i took the intercity train back to home..n now i have tons to study for tomorrow's test..need to finish diffrentation. strereo isomerism, viscosity, elasticity ...chalo i'm signin off now...byeeeeeee
i mean soo many events in the span of 4 hours is it possible? i wonder...
well let me start off from scratch. studied till early hours of morning..so obviously i woke up really late today..i think it was 3.30 PM..anyways..then studied for a while ( i mean i still have to write that IIT mains exam we're having tomorrow), and then there was this concept in organic chem that wasnt clearly given in the text,,so i logged on n blah blha blAH...aneways..dad n bro had to leave for b'lore at bout 5.45.
at 5.30 i realised i had to buy this book..Organic chemistry by arihant publishers...so i hugged dad n bro n took my leave..reaching at the book store i get crazy al the time..all those wonderful books( no i',m not a nerd thank you..just love science)..so i got this one more book..reacton mechanism by PETER SYKES..damn cool book.
got home...6.45
got a phone call...6.46
twas dad from the secunderabad station sayin that he'd frgotton his laptop at home and that it was necessary for him to get it now..rite now..i was shocked ..i was like hey dude u have a conference bout sumthin , n all that sumthin is stored in u r laptop..if u've 4gotton the laptop..n what the hell did ya take wid ya..aneways i didnt actually say it to him..twas da rush hour..i jus took the thing n ran fer the aauto rickshaw..i told it to go reaaly realy fast ,, ya know like the wind n all tht crap..i just realised i was talkin to a 60 year dude who cud barely hear me..but boy was i wrong..he was shit fast.. i mean this guy cud zoom...to make things shitty it started ppouring...
ooh i forgot..
its like this..secunderabd and kachegude stattion are sumthing like nizammudin and New delhi..and dad was at sec' bad i had to make it to kacheguda..in like 15 mins..kacheguda is like 10 kims from my home...on myway i came across a major red light area...no no i dunt mean porn and all tht..just a cross road with a huge red light signal..anyways i looked around n it was pouring like hell and there were three shops in a row which my eyes struk upon.... gay lord hair dressers..gaylord auto and spare parts and GAYLORD cafe ( remember the fockers)..FUCK MAN! this is not the time for all this shit..i m in da middle of sumthin here i need to reach the station fast..an( quite amazing..it neva happns otherwise0 i ran like a maniac wid the laptop n saw a coolie..he told me the train had left...i was walkin back..suddeny i saw me dad..i screamed..my bro was there too...he saw me..gave ame a sad smile sayin , " son, i screwd up big time"...anyways we went to the railway office..thankfully everything went well , orso we thought..we got another train after half n hour...dad got 70% refund9 hey c'mion sumthin is betta than nothing, brother stopped whining..i was hungry..ate a lot..twas 8.20...dadz train at 8.40..we say bye byes n all tht..n i rush towards the exit..i am inches from the door..this man pops up.. EXCUSE ME SIR? CAN I SEE YOUR STATION TICKET?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!
SHIT MAN how cud i forget..he looked at me i gave him a valid reason for my fucked up blunder..but they neva listen these chums, do they..so i got taken to the station manager..n he bluntky asked me, "chal 270 nikal"
"what/???"
"sir, fine, sir..you didnt get theticket you have to bear the consequences"
"oh what the hell man..i promise i wunt do it again"
"no..i'm sorry sir"
aneways i took the bloke to my dad..my dad's fake pleading n " i think he has learnt his lesson speech" didnt work either...but the guy was like i can lessen the pain.. "oh yaaaaay..now he's the god sent saviour..tat bastard!"...and he says he was just doing his job..anyways we ended up paying a hundred bucks which prolly ended up in his pocket because he didnt give me no receipt( much against the like of my dad)..yeah right ya wanna bribe and act lawfull?
anyways..then i took the intercity train back to home..n now i have tons to study for tomorrow's test..need to finish diffrentation. strereo isomerism, viscosity, elasticity ...chalo i'm signin off now...byeeeeeee
Friday, January 21, 2005
OMG!!!
Friday, January 21, 2005
4
today's lunch break was surely weird. ok for the benfit of those who dunt really know, i eat my lunch at coll...so somedays its sunny n sumdays crap. today i got vada as well as a masala dosa9 ane comments on my appetite keep them with u r self). well, my good pal, sai ram, was helpin me finish..on his behalf..so well thats the whole point..HIS EATING..i mean the way he eats..u just keep on staring at him..he takes the vada..dips the entire donut( well vada resembles the donut in dimensions duznt it? lol) in the coconut chutney..but i think DIPPIN is being rather tame..he SQUISHES it, MASHES IT..n all dat n b4 ya know it u r staring at the plate with u r chutney totally unrecognisable..n this not even the scary part..this is the scary part..he takes the whole vada n swallows the entire thingee..i mean its just so bizzare.n while doing so obviously we indians have the worst ettiquettes( i 4got the spelling guys pardon me).s part of the sambar, part of the curry part of the vada and other disgusting things which i believe are too gross to mention here are splattered all around n it looks like a bloody riot had taken place.ya know over food....but then sai ram is one heck of a guy..i have permanently named him "big guy"..n now thats becum his name..whteva..
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
wacky offlines yet again
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
0
hey these are sum of the weirdest offlines in the recent 48 hours....i died laffin..becoz f how irrelevent each one was in its own way..but trust me in a way it'll make a feel kinda grossed out..yall see why
NO# 1
SWEAR TO GOD I BETTER NOT HAVE ANYONE BREAKING THIS RIBBON. This is a ribbon 4 the peoples families who have died in the tsunami in asia!. pass it on to everyone and pray. something good will happen to u tonight at 11:11 pm. this is not a joke someone will either call u or write to u online say i love u do not break this chain send to 13 people in the next 15 min
NO# 2
Tell every one on your list not to open any thing from goenka rishabh. It is a hard drive killer and a horrible virus. If you dont pass this letter to everyone on your buddy list, we will delete your account. We need to find out who is really using these accounts. Sorry for th incoinconvieniece. Sincerely, Director of Yahoo Services. Right click on the group name of your buddy list and click Send Message to All in this group
psst: i'm rishabh so theres a wvirus on my name??? awesome!
no#3
Tonight put a light near a window in memory of all the people dead in Asia.Don't stop the message,it comes from Italy.Send it to your friends!
COMMENT: YEA AND HOWS THAT SUPPOSED TO HELP THE VICTIMS MAYI ASK?
NO#4
Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep. At least 15 people in this world loves you in some way. The only reason someone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you. There are at least 2 people in this world that you would die for. You mean the world to someone. Someone that you dont even know exists loves you. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look again. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget the rude remarks. So if you are a loving friend, send this to everyone on your friend list including the one who sent it to you.delete this if u dont believe in friendship!!!
COMMENT: AT LEAST 15..GOOD NUMBER..MAN THIS JUST IS TOOO FUNNY..EMOTIONAL BULLSHIT
so there ya have it guys...sum really funny stuff..here's rishabh signin off!
NO# 1
SWEAR TO GOD I BETTER NOT HAVE ANYONE BREAKING THIS RIBBON. This is a ribbon 4 the peoples families who have died in the tsunami in asia!. pass it on to everyone and pray. something good will happen to u tonight at 11:11 pm. this is not a joke someone will either call u or write to u online say i love u do not break this chain send to 13 people in the next 15 min
NO# 2
Tell every one on your list not to open any thing from goenka rishabh. It is a hard drive killer and a horrible virus. If you dont pass this letter to everyone on your buddy list, we will delete your account. We need to find out who is really using these accounts. Sorry for th incoinconvieniece. Sincerely, Director of Yahoo Services. Right click on the group name of your buddy list and click Send Message to All in this group
psst: i'm rishabh so theres a wvirus on my name??? awesome!
no#3
Tonight put a light near a window in memory of all the people dead in Asia.Don't stop the message,it comes from Italy.Send it to your friends!
COMMENT: YEA AND HOWS THAT SUPPOSED TO HELP THE VICTIMS MAYI ASK?
NO#4
Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep. At least 15 people in this world loves you in some way. The only reason someone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you. There are at least 2 people in this world that you would die for. You mean the world to someone. Someone that you dont even know exists loves you. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look again. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget the rude remarks. So if you are a loving friend, send this to everyone on your friend list including the one who sent it to you.delete this if u dont believe in friendship!!!
COMMENT: AT LEAST 15..GOOD NUMBER..MAN THIS JUST IS TOOO FUNNY..EMOTIONAL BULLSHIT
so there ya have it guys...sum really funny stuff..here's rishabh signin off!
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