Fortune cookie

Some people are born unfortunate. Well, you can count me in that league. But since that's a much gloomier, I mean darker [just imagine black feathers,dark shadows etc etc] discussion, I should rather confine myself within the much lighter assets that my misfortune have offered me. (actually describing gloomy, dark things require much huge a vocabulary which I lack unfortunately, so I would rather pass that responsibility to dark eyed, gothic metal loving lasses)

1. Arnab Basu, roll no. 000710 blabla must sit in the first bench in semester exams. Although Mr. Souvik Bhattacharya equally bears this misfortune [well, I am not cursing him so I guess I can use his full name xP] as well. Arnab Basu will find the whole world is cheating but he is not allowed to do that since he is in the first bench. Screwed, f**ckd or whatever you might call my situation. I used to turn back and see Mr. Soumya Bandyopadhyay exhibiting the basic principle of a copying machine. Mr. Pranenjyoti Sarkar re-establishing the utility of micro-xeroxes or Mr Arijit Kr. Gorai exploiting his positional advantages, but I was not allowed. Poor me. x(. And my stupid [:x] friends have an awkward habit of discussing their "copying efficiency" [its the ratio of how many questions you have copied and how many have you copied correctly] post exam. This is annoying. I am still suspicious that Bando Banerjee's favorite hobby is to plot those efficiencies against the respective exams and respective guards, and finding out the average efficiency by a weighted mean method. Aaaarrrrghhh, people are so adept at sprinkling salt in raw wounds.

2. Arnab Basu, must read in Electrical Engineering department. I really don't need an elaboration to make people realise that why its unfortunate, or do I? Electrical engineering department is the most sophisticated department of JU [ie JUEE=ZooEE, its pronounced like that, mind it] boasting world class professors who tells a group of examinees that their exam has been postponed due to non-availability of question papers. Everything happens in ZooEE, literally everything. Describing the paranormal activities and demonic rituals that happens inside it will require a thousand pages. I'll recommend you to go through some of my older posts if you are not a ZooEE-ite.

3. Right form birth, Arnab Basu's mom will whisper in his ears. "son, you are born in Saint Merry's nursing home in Kolkata". So, he will write up his birthplace as Kolkata wherever it required a mention, then on the date of Police verification, he will find that his birth certificate is from Jhargram municipality, and hence is passport processing will get stuck. I dun really understand that what was the necessity of uttering those words constantly. It dun seem like a normal dialogue that a mom gives to his son.[examples of normal dialogues given by a mom to her son - "Eat","Sleep", "Cut expenses", "Don't drink", "Don't smoke" and off course " I'll kick you out of this house", the last one being most frequent] .Perhaps another feather in my misfortune.

4. I haven't proposed anyone for quite a long time [read 6 months :|, and that's true you idiots :x]. Okay, so the last time I did so, I heard a reply NO! with addons," had you born a couple of years earlier *sigggghhhhh*" well! I might have snapped back by saying, "had you born a couple of years later" but it was my interest,right?! Goes into misfortune thus.

Sometimes I wish fortune to be an edible thing. Like, if I eat that thenceforth I will be rendered as lucky, fortunate or whatever you want to call it.

Eternal boredom of the spotty mind

Back??? um-hmmm, may be,or may be ,its just that I dun have anything to do. The post-college days boredom is really eating my mind up. and I just can't resort to my secure hiding place because time is on the verge of snatching that from me. So, if you are to face the devil, then face it ASAP. no point in delaying the process and suddenly realizing that what time has stolen from you. So, that's precisely the reason for me not going to the college now-a-days. People are also gradually becoming concerned about whether I have made myself into a psycho or something like that (haha! like I wasn't before). Sitting all day long on a not so comfy couch and sipping whiskey at night time with none else around, sounds kinda awkward to me too. But then what else to do? this poor bloke has been stripped of his pocket money ever since he gave his last exam. x(. Finding a pub is wee a harder task for a beggar like figurine that you can ever imagine. and people are thinking that I've turned into a snob or may be I'm holding a grudge or whatever... *sigh**no body understands me x(*
Then people will suggest me to come over to the college and enjoy the booze session. Hell no! all these days I have been a man who was suffering from the dilemma of what is moralistic and what is feasible. Too bad, [as some people say, "mentally unstable ] I always succumbed to select the feasible option. But now I think I have an alternative. ok, enough of trash talking, I will not drink in the cellar room.Or at least, try to avoid it as much as possible. x(
Sitting in a couch, and facebooking is not also an wise option. But as I've already told, I'm jobless and hence am literally commenting in the status updates of even those people,whom I know remotely or worse, to those people with whom I have a tussle. Poor me. x(.... eternal boredom of the spotty mind x(

Its been quite a while since my last blog. To say the truth, I was busy. Was hell busy with my life. I still remember, when I was smaller and was bothered and moved by pretty small issues, my parents used to say,"preserve this emotion, you'll need this later." and may be I felt unsatisfied with their assertion. May be I was bothered about myself too much.I believed that my share of sorrows were greater than anyone in this Earth. Gradually, as time passed by, I got into music. It taught me that I was not the only one suffering. There are hundreds and thousands of people facing similar [if not worse] situations. Now that I'm about to step into the 22nd year in my life, I realise I it even more bitterly. Gone are the days of butterfly feeling in my stomach and gossiping hours with friends about my newest crush. The mundane earth welcomes me. Problems,worries, agonies beckon me. Pain says, " for all this days, you've misused my name, now take a taste of me." and I had no option other than to surrender. So, please don't grow up. Since, as you grow up the real face of life will get revealed to you. And that's not very pleasant!

One day I collected a bundle of twain. It was with a kite that fell on our terrace. Now, I can't fly kites. But still have an weird tendency to collect kites and twains (or at least I had). I felt that kites are beautiful. They impart some color variation in the otherwise dull sky (although, the sky itself ain't dull most of the time, but still... kites look good). So there's an explanation for my rather unusual affection towards kites, but what about twains? however I am not here for talking about my hobbies and all. However, I bundled up the twain as neatly as possible and put it aside. I desperately not wanted them to get entangled. A few days later, when I brought it from the shelf, it was tangled!!!

No matter, how desperately you try to keep things simple, straight and parallel; they get crooked and entangled. May be one would have done better had it was all him dealing the whole matter.However, in most of situations that is not the case. But you can't control the other people involved with the same incidence. There are and there will always remain some emo people, some too complicated to think straight, some seeking the meaning of "life" and " god" [duh!!] and some, who just relishes spoiling others broth.

How does it feel when you see your house to be aged, you apply some paint to make it like new and when you return home, you find things turned all the same again by some political writings on your wall. How does it feel when you plaster a broken corner of your house, and later you find it same all over again?

There are some people who never stop trying, who never gives up. But more importantly there are even more people who just loves to demolish it down. But still, if one manages to keep things straight, the credit belongs entirely to him.

Some lessons

While returning from college via the bus route, I sometimes halt before a particular street food vendor. This favorite hawker of mine sells unique "aloo" chops. Now, whether the taste of his chops are exquisite or not is a matter of dispute. But today I've learnt a lesson from this old chap. May be I've learnt the lesson much before, but he for once again he pointed it out in front of me.

Today when I asked "Kaka" to give me chops worth rs 6, Kaka told me to wait for a while. But the other people around were not his regular customers, so obviously they were a bit irritated with this delay, someone among them asked, " where's your son Kaka??" why isn't he helping you today?" Kaka replied with a calm voice, " He has his studies. and I think its better to indulge yourself in studies than to waste your time, I can do this job singlehandedly, may be that will cause some delay. But I can withstand that especially when the cost is a few study hours". Kaka taught me that even the poorest and most illiterate person really cares much about studies than we do. Probably its because our parents have never given us any chance to complain about our education. And its a well-proven fact that human beings tend to neglect what they achieve at ease. May be, the counted number of books that the poor chap managed to buy for that lad, isn't enough for his studies. That's why they put so much of stress on studies.

The point is not solely about studies. I've studied quite a few people and observed that they tend to neglect what comes at ease.

This is the incident of one day. Another day, I went to "Kaka's" stall much earlier, say at five in the afternoon or so.Kaka,then was just preparing for daily sells. That day those chops were for my parents, and it was their veggie day. So I asked Kaka, beforehand that whether his chops are purely veg or not. Now one thing I need to clarify in this context that this first sell is extremely important for hawkers. They call it " bouni" and they believe that the sell for the rest of the day hugely depends upon this first sell. And they try their level best to ensure that this first customer does not return empty handed.

So Kaka thought for a moment and then asked me, " what exactly do you mean by saying veg?"

I said, " that it mustn't contain any traces of garlic or onion".Kaka replied, " no dear!! this chops contain garlic". I returned but was awestruck. I personally do not prefer this habit of my parents and my question was just for its sake [ie just for questioning purpose], but the honesty of that poor man made me bow in front of him.

The death sentence of Kasab

To tell you the truth I don't know his full name, neither have I any interest to know that either. I don't regard him as a celebrity unlike many of the daily newspapers. Even the daily routine of Kasab is now available over the electronic media. I personally do not think him to be such an important guy first of all. But let's come back to the topic.

The greatest dispute that has arisen now, is to whether death sentences should be banned or not. Thousands of humanist organisations have joined the rally in order to cancel the death sentence of the only surviving terrorist of the Mumbai attack. I am too small a human being to judge whether death sentences should be there or not. But imagine the consequence of banning death order. Suppose I am a terrorist [say ;)] and I am planning to bomb a super mall and take thousands of lives. Now suppose I get caught. As far as I know, the maximum span of imprisonment according to Indian constitution [not sure] is 17 years. So if I get caught, at maximum I'll get imprisoned for only 17 years. Forget justice and everything. In that case, you need not be a "zihadi" to perform such an attack. Everybody with a "proper"(??!!) reason to attack someone will also join the act. Chidambaram got hit by a sandal a few days back. Now, if death sentences are cancelled, on the next occasion he'll probably get hit by a 0.5 mm . Its not that I am a great supporter of the Indian political leaders. But my hatred is not to the point of assassinating them. With the criminals being aware of the fact that they won't get killed,they will certainly spread a rampage.

I am on for Kasab's death sentence. No matter what media creates of him, a superman, a lone boy, a hernia patient or whatever. I do think that the souls that died at Mumbai need to rest in peace. And the only way to accomplish that is to prosecute their murderer in my opinion.

[this article consists solely of personal views and thoughts, and there is no intention to harm/disregard/disrespect any person/organisation/country living or dead.]

A comparison between Creed and Alterbridge

Its a comparative study between Creed and Alterbridge from an ordinary listener's point of view.For those to whom both of the names are alien words: those are in fact two alternative rock bands. The reason of this comparison being that Alterbridge was actually formed by some ex-creed members [Mark Tremonti,Scott Phillips and Brian Marshall to be specific] on 2004 after Creed got disbanded, and the lead vocal Scott Strapp chose to go for a solo career. So, its quite natural to discuss whether the effect of this disband was positive or negative.

I used to think that Creed songs are for happy souls, it "apparently" talks about the lighter sides of life. Their main theme being success, joy, love stories etc [all apparently] whereas Alterbridge songs quite clearly helps one to fight the griefs in his/her life, makes him/her realise that he/she is not the only one out in this world facing all those troubles. I personally feel that "happy souls" don't need music for their survival that much. So I used to prefer Alterbridge. Until I realized that there is a hidden message in almost all Creed songs. Say for example, "My sacrifice" apparently tells the story of a successful love where the boy is saying how much he has been obliged by the presence of his lady love. But if one listens carefully he will notice that past tense is used throughout the song. Also the significance of repeated usage of the words "my sacrifice" remains unexplained. I had to listen to the song carefully for at least 50 odd times to realize the fact that the boy is actually no more in this world. The same is true with "With arms wide open" although here the statement is a bit clearer. While stating how much he adores her, suddenly the singer shouts out, " If I get one more chance,......, I hope he's not like me, I hope he understands"... most of the Creed songs makes one to think.

While Alterbridge songs are much more straightforward I reckon. Its much easier to grasp the meaning of the sentence, " on broken wings I am flying, it wont take long"["Broken wing"] than to guess the meaning from tenses. Most of the Alterbridge songs are enriched with such easy to comprehend lyrics. Say " Metalingus"... I don't think that there's any hidden meaning. Also, I personally feel that Alterbridge dares to experiment with the music. [ the instrumentals], which is a negative side in Creed's songs according to my opinion.

I personally think that songs should be easy to comprehend [there's rocket science for complicated minds], so although I must admit that Creed songs are beautiful and some of them are among my all time favorites; my choice is Alterbridge. x)

The evolution of gaming style in JU FET TT room

[Prologue:- My semester has ended, and currently I have nothing to do other than leading a boring and monotonic life, this particular post is a result of that boredom, so excuse me...I can't help x(]

Being a third year student [soon to be a fourth year [fingers crossed]], I've witnessed a whole deal of evolution in the tt gaming style in JU FET TT room. To explain elaborately, when I was a first year student, the star players used to rely upon sheer power. Obviously I am not talking about the quotas. I have no disrespect for them but its true that much of the players of that era lacked the necessary agility and reflex to counter a powerful smash. Mainly because of that, the better ones used to rely upon forehand smash, but due to over usage of that particular shot, people realized that they'll have to become agile in order to face these players. So the age of ultra defensive choppers began. Though I personally don't prefer any of these two styles, but I must admire the style of a few among this lot. Lahirida and Sayada have given perfect examples of how to make this kinda game play into something entertaining. Meanwhile those "powerful" players left the college. So the era of these defensive players began. Gradually people realized that power is not the only thing, and they started trying top spin and other kinds of spins. A properly played top spin requires something more than just agility to counter. These days, the whole tt room is majorly divided into two kinds of players. the choppers and the top spinners. Power has lost its importance cause nobody will provide you with a high tossed loop to give you the chance to show your power. I personally feel that the competition has grown tougher these days, with players playing better than they used to.

Moreover we are seeing a whole deal of new but orthodox shots, like the drive[souravda]], the flip[ritoda], the loops [sumitavada], the jabs [siddhartha] etc and also improved backhand skills. This is a good indication indeed. :)

Am a bit surprised with the things that are going on around me. A few days back, there weren't any slightest ray of hope around. Every door was locked for us. Wherever we went, we got rejected. But things have started getting a bit brighter. But that's the problem. Probably I've turned into a maniac, who just fears the sensation of comfort.

Yeah, I've realized it long back, that "luck" aint in my side. So, when now things are getting a bit easier, a feeling of discomfort is always lingering in my mind. An apprehension, whether its the null before a storm.x(

Moreover, this feeling of "feeding on one's corpse" is eating me up from inside.

NO, EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY.

We all dream. I dunno why, but in the back of our mind, we all hope for the best outcome. Even from the most practical veteran person to a five year old child. Obviously,their dreams are different. While the old citizen probably dreams of a bit of recognition and respect from his heirs, a child's dream is probably confined within delicious bakeries and splendid toys.

At one point of our life, we all get stripped off our dreams, thrashed into reality. The colors seem to fade away. We lose trust on hope. We decide not to dream anymore, decide to turn inert towards human feelings, "comfortably numb" one can say. But then the pixie within ourselves gets resurrected once again. Its just a matter of time. For some it takes ages, while may be some recover within hours. But at the end of the day, they all do. They all start dreaming once again.

I just can not understand human nature. Why on earth they commit the same mistake over and over? why do they never quit dreaming? Dreams can not be realized or can they? All I can say that, in spite of these "logical" thoughts of mine, I can't deny myself being a human being. And I'll dream. I'll dream again no matter whatever happens with me. People may call me fool, stubborn,obstinate. Absolutely correct!! but I've a different and much better word for me and people like myself. I call them "gutsy". In a typical slang language the perfect sentence describing them is "those who have balls".

Like everybody else around here, I also hate to lose. But I love those people who takes lesson from their falls, who turn their weaknesses into their strengths. I genuinely think that those people who tend to lock themselves into rooms just in the fear of getting defeated, should die. This world is for "bolds". And "chickens" don't have a right to be here. Spartan mentality??? Yeah!! it is. x)

This post of mine is going to be a bit sadistic, and a few friends of mine will definitely kill me if they know about this post.

Okay this post is about "love".Sorry, it isn't something where at the end of the day the boy and the girl sing a "soon to be hit" Hindi song together, neither is it one of those tragic stories. In fact, it ain't a story at all. Its just a collection of scientific facts that are discovered recently.Okay, no more trash talking, let's start:

The scientists have recently discovered the reason behind falling in love, and they also have discovered the reason why people who have once been in love are susceptible to fall in love yet again than the people who aren't experienced at all.

The reason behind this feeling is actually a hormone called PEA. It secretes from pituitary and has a effect similar to the combined effect adrenaline and amphetamine. The PEA secretes whenever a person experience certain features of another person, say the mode in which she says hi, or his stamina etc.

So, based on this fact one can easily draw some conclusions:

Q: Is there something called true love?

A: [this ain't my conclusion, it was provided as a conclusion at the end of the report] A big NO, you are either in love or you aren't. If he/she makes your PEA to secrete, then you are in love with him/her. Else you are not.

Q: Why people are so fascinated about "first love"?

A: Have you smoked cigarette? or have you ever consumed alcohol? its best if you have experienced marijuana.Like all of them , PEA is also addictive in nature. The smokers dare to forget their first smoking experience, its all about tasting the blood for the first time. No body can ever forget the first "hallu" season with marijuana, even if he becomes a regular consumer later on. Its the first time you taste that shit.And then the tale starts.

Q: Why people who have once been in love, are more susceptible to fall in love yet again?

A: Plain and simple. Just take the example of a smoker and remember Mark Twain's words, "I know quitting cigarettes is one of the easiest tasks of the world, I myself have done so for at least a thousand times" Same goes with love, if the person was in love, that means he/she was addicted to PEA once, but due to some reasons, he/she was forced to quit.Its always easier for such people to get indulged in the activity once again.

Q: Why can't you make yourself love someone?

A: Okay. This is a bit tricky. Insulin is yet another hormone. You can't make that to secrete either, according to your own wish. And its well known that some people are compelled to inject insulin externally. Same goes with PEA, one can not secrete it at his/her own wish. Its involuntary. So, that means that one can't make him/herself love someone.

Q: Why is it so difficult to get over?

A: Have you tried amphetamine? people who are addicted to that are usually sent to rehab in order to get them back to normal life. How on earth can you expect that you can run away from something similar so easily.

This discovery I think have answered everything regarding love. Answers to questions like those mentioned above in addition to some others like why love seems cliche after a long period of time, why does it feel so good when you see your loved ones after a long time and many many more.

So, that's all about love. I wonder someday science will even provide a similar explanation about "life".

He looked at his watch."10:30 shit!!! gonna get home soon, don wanna keep her waiting"... she looked at her watch,"10:30!! is he going to come today?? I guess not." She was embarrassed, she waited for him for 1 hour, and now, the wait seems so tiring. " ashbe na o, ektuo amar kotha vabe na", she told to herself. Meanwhile he was nervous. "train ta asche na kano? dhurrr!! kokhon pouchabo bari??". He looked at his watch again. All the faces around him seemed to get blurred. "Kokhon bari pouchabo??". "Kano wait kori ami or jonye?" she thought, but still someone inside her shouted out, " he's gonna come" She waited for another hour. No sign of him, she left a deep sigh and turned back. 30 minutes later he hasted to the spot. "kothaye o???" he thought. Both of them were thinking about each other, but none had any idea about what's going inside the mind of the other. He waited for her there for the whole night. But no body came. He was just a bit too late. And she was just a bit too early.

Sanskriti starts tomorrow... the old feeling is back again... the days of toil but still the days of enjoyment... the saga starts tomorrow... yippie

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People believe in killing their enemies.They try to choke them down, entangle them to death. They leave no way for their return. May be that's why they are called enemies. Those human beings deserve no chance to be alive.

However my philosophy is a bit different. I always leave at least one path for my enemies to return into the game.[probably inspired by "zigsaw"]. In past, they have returned, they have made me bleed badly. But this phoenix never learns from betrayals. He never quits trusting on people, be that his enemies or whatever.

But, this time I'm playing a small bit of game with myself. Much like "memento"... using myself. And I know, as the game progresses, it will take me to a point of no return. I won't whine for any chances. All I wanna say is that I in full sense. This post is probably more for myself. So that, if in future I fail, I may revert back to this post and re-realize that it was my fault, not of anyone else.

The Phoenix rises again. :)

Annoyed, disgusted, irritated... can't think of any more adjectives. As if everything around me is conspiring to make me annoyed and disgusted.

first of all, this friend of mine [only if you call sharing a few words to be a friendship]. He keeps on posting pictures everyday in his orkut albums. And all of them have two girls posing. A variety of poses no doubt. In some, they resemble "David", while in some they resemble "Monalisa"...some have their index finger pointed, in some they have one of their eyelids closed. Every snap is different from the other. In some they are showing only one finger, while in some they are showing two fingers and so on untill they show all five fingers of them. And then they turn to their other hand. Quite undoubtedly the album belongs to my dear old friend and he can do whatever he wants with it. But this fellow keeps on posting a single picture every single hour so that his updates remain at the top of the updates list. People will suggest me to turn off my updates, but then I will miss the important ones too. x(. Irritating as hell.

Then there is this galacticos thingie, which wont unlock the players with 100 skill rating. My eyeballs are tired of seeing much weaker teams than mine having a line up with almost every player having a skill rating of 100. These teams have much less points than mine, which in turn implies that they have won/drawn much less number of games. So, that implies that they had less opportunity to unlock those players. But..... I dunno why this application/its creator is against me. Why on earth it doesn't allow me to transfer those players??? Disgusting.

And then the orkut friend list. Every half an hour, I refresh the page to see whether somebody worth chatting has become online. But I hardly find anyone there. The online friends list always remains crowded with " hello","whatcha doin?"" what have you eaten today?"," how are you?" people.

Then my parents, who will turn on the tv set and watch back to back "mithun movies". And when they are finished with him, they will simply switch to some other bengali channel and watch bengali serials. Well! I know they are the busy people and not me. But there's a thing called sports channel. Baba, gimme a break.Tumi ki kore emon hole??? :'( :'(

And then there are novels, currently I have a Jeffrey Archer with me. The book have at least 600 pages.Whenever I feel an urge to read the book, its volume discourages me. Can't these people write novels that are limited within say 250 pages.... :(

And to add to it all, there are class tests...and an alarm always keeps on saying..." tum jo bhi kar rahein ho, galad kar rahein ho, tumko abhi parna chahiye, wednesday tumhara class test hain"....Gawd!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah! Its Holi today and its raining "colors". However not the same colors that I was used with. In college, the festival of color started early on Friday and I had to go to a company in order to collect some money. Thank god, I had that fixture that day. On the afternoon, when I returned back to my second home, I found people doing insane stuffs with every possible objects available. Be that "aloor dom", mud , Chowmein ,eggs or rotten tomatoes. I was quite surprised to find that people, who would hardly buy you a plate of "luchi-aloor dom" or chow in case you are hungry and ask them politely for doing so, is actually buying those stuffs, mixing those with colors [dunno know why on earth], and smearing others ( especially ladies) with that. I was sitting comfortable inside the union room where any kind of such activities were strictly banned. And with even my batch mates being involved in the joy making, I had no other options.

One of the first years proudly announced," we bought at least 600 eggs today." I was stunned. I could not get the point. I told him, " Can you ever imagine how many people are deprived from having an egg?" He gave me an embarrassed smile and went away [hadn't I said this, he probably had an intention of targeting my head]. I thought, they are first years only, and are here for making some fun. This kind of strange and spoiler thoughts are not expected to come into their young brains. Later on, I told the same thing to another one of my friends. He replied," Your point is vague in the sense that even if we haven't bought them, they wouldn't have gotten an access to those eggs." He had a splendid point really. So, I had no other options than to remain silent.

Arre yaar, get a life. You had your share of fun no doubt. But please don't accuse us for not getting involved in your fun. We will rather opt for putting a scoop of ice-cream into our stomach than to smear someone with that. And all of you out there, I guess you should rethink. Holi is a festival of colors and fun. "Chowmein" doesn't really fall into the category of colors, and does it fall into that "fun" category?? If I get a chance, I will rather give it to Senapati or some other poor kid. And regarding my "beer", I put that stuff into my stomach rather than throwing it at someone.

finally I would like to say you that, I or anyone else, who was not involved in "merrymaking" is none to judge what is right and what is wrong. It was your money, you do whatever you want with that. We are nobody to comment. But the same holds true in our case also. So please don't tell us things like, " you missed the fun" etc etc. Its not our kind of fun. :)

Dunno why, but feeling a genuine urge to become a footballer recently. To say frankly, I was never into this game right from the beginning. Yeah! had some tries while I was in the school. The playground in our school was very small and dusty for cricket. So we rather chose to play football with plastic balls in the tiffin break. There was no fixed position for a player. All we used to do is to clutter at the place wherever the ball came and try to air it towards our half. And then there were some really skillful players, but with almost fifteen guys jostling over the ball in a small area, they hardly got any chance to show their skills. That was my sole link with football. And then in the park adjacent to my home, in the early school days, when I used to return home early, we used to play football occasionally there. I played as an winger, the left winger as far as I can remember. Not because of the fact that I was a great player. The reason was very few among us was capable of making a cross with left feet whereas that limb of mine was comparatively stronger than the others. They also said that I had a good hidden speed burst. Its not something you see with the great ball players. Rather its something "off the ball". I hardly required to dribble, whenever I got a pass, I used to take a quick view of the opponent players surrounding me and then start a sprint. There was not any question of dribbling because of the others hardly being able to catch up with me. Whereas my teammates knew about this asset of mine, so they started sprinting as hard they can as they saw me receiving the ball.

Then I got into the college. I hardly had any interest in making an appearance in the freshers cup.Most of my friends were also far more skillful than me. So either way, it was a "no-no" for me. Then for 2.5 years, I never received the ball. I used to watch my friends playing football. Three of my friends were really great, one among them was a forward, one a play maker and the last but not the least was a defender. It was great to watch them playing. I was sure that this game is not my cup of tea. So I abstained from taking part in any such games.

Until recently, I dunno why one day I suddenly took part in one such game.It was disastrous. Those guys were mind blowing. They did everything with the ball. They dribbled us as if we were like human posts and they are merely taking the ball past us. Then I don't know how I managed to net one. Accidents happen , you know.

The very next day I was playing with some mediocre players. With my friends on, I hardly get a ball. That's reasonable because passing it to a other man around is more probable to fetch a better outcome. But that day, The goalie I think mis-kicked and I got the ball. I took a quick look on my surroundings and started the sprint. The opponents were shocked. However one guy managed to come in front me, I dribbled him smoothly and pushed the ball into the net. My teammates were impressed, few moments later I got a similar ball, and started a similar run. The last defender out there took no chance this time. He tripped me, and I like did a somersault.

One of my acquaintances was watching us. I was injured and got off the field. He told, "Nice gallery man". I really wished to slap him, my arm was hurt, moreover who wants to "play act" while only the last defender is around, if you manage to get the ball off from him, its almost a goal.

However the very next day, I was again in the field with my skilled friends and the same story got repeated.

However I feel that its not over yet. I still have something in me to deliver. I really need to shut some mouths. Although I can simply wave them but still something's bugging me. Something's telling me from inside to get dressed again. Dunno whether this fire will continue to burn or not. I think it will get extinguished soon.If not, then my friends, either you get ready to commit a crime or you get ready to make an wise decision. :)

Its all about pointing out who are your friends and who are enemies. Well! sometimes, people do wear a mask of a friend. But such things are beyond the scope of this little brain. I am talking about the known friends and known enemies.

He loves his enemies. They provide him with the fuel that he needs to motivate himself. He knows that there are some people who are completely reluctant about this kind of motivation, they are least bothered about whatever their enemies do, they know whatever they do,they can't subdue them. He is jealous of such people. He can't be like them. So he thought - its better to adapt yourself to the situation rather than to run after something you can never be.

As I said, he loves his enemies. He loves the way they irritate him, they taunt him, they try to oppress him, try to drain out the last drop of blood from his mundane body. He loves the way they laugh at him. Those laughs gives him motivation.Once he was told-" when you are in a game, never look at the face face of the opponent unless the situation compels you to do so. This way you will never be aware of the identity of your opponent and can play your natural game." Those words went embossed in his heart. Every time somebody laughs at him, mimics him, uses him to their own purpose, he learns a lesson. Its something like lamentation, only difference being instead of punishing himself he toils. He toils hard. His enemies go to bed. They are satisfied that he can never surpass them. Whereas he spends sleepless nights. He improves himself. And one day......

When someone gets insulted by someone else, sometimes the person challenges the opponent to enter his lair and get out alive. He's not like that. He likes to kill the opponent with their own weapon.

NEXT STOPPAGE-ARENA [IF HE GETS A CHANCE] :)

Okay! It was the much anticipated "V-day" [for many]. I spent the whole day with two of the greatest valentines I ever had in my life. The love story is continuing for 21 straight years now and not showing any indications of a halt. Whatever I do, they forgive me.No matter whatever I say, they always end up trusting me. But their love ain't blind. I am talking about my parents. Proud to be with them on this day.One should always stay along with the people who needs him.:)

In the morning, while surfing through some friend suggestion by facebook, my eyes got stuck to a particular profile. Not many times you can see a familiar face in that suggestion unless you are a newbee to facebook. So, I sent him a friend request and took a glance in his friend list. My attention was drawn to a particular name, the ex of one of my friends. When we were in the first year, they happened to be one of the most discussed couples. Suddenly the memories of the first year days started crowding in my mind. The ragging period, the occasional class bunks [a routine now!!!] , the joy of freedom, and moreover, the first "Sanskriti". Dunno what happened later between those two, but one day I saw another guy in a pic with her instead of my friend. Later on I was told that they had a split.

For a change today, I did manage to take out some time from my " busy" schedule and realized that reading books aint a bad habit at all. In fact sometimes, they can turn out to be the best option for killing some time. :)

All in all, I have a mixed feeling about this Valentine's day, I expected a chat with a "particular someone". But that "Particular someone" never turned up. I expected a horrible day but it dint turn out to be so either. It turned out to be quite a beautiful day for me. :)

Ho ho ho! It's "Sanskriti" time again.The AFSU[or DOCOMO?] "Sanskriti" is already over. SFSU "Sanskriti" will be taking place in a few days. And the countdown for the biggest and the best, the FETSU "Sanskriti" has began.It's seeing the familiar faces tensed and weary again. With only about 25 days to go before the curtain raiser, the last moment preparation [??] is going on. People are running hither and thither, coming up with some new ideas that may decrease the deficit to some extent, suggesting new events that may draw the crowd, suggesting performers. The campus looks calm and cool as always, but that's only the tip of the iceberg. A hidden tension, anticipation is running in the mind of every organizer. We are planning to make this year's "Sanskriti" different to some extent from the previous ones. With some new ideas in the events category, a completely new plan in the campaigning and postering category, a desperate try towards professionalism, now only time can tell us whether all this works or not. This years "Sanskriti" is even more important for us, the 3rd years and obviously for the final years. Its the final "Sanskriti" for the final years [at least, final "Sanskriti" as an active member of the organizing committee] whereas its a step towards maturity for us [after all, next year, we'll be the final years :(]. Let's hope, this years "Sanskriti" will rock just like the previous ones managed to do. Ho ho ho.