Sunday 30 September 2012

GROUPS 101



The 21st century was the pioneer of the concept “Group”. As per Teen 101 dictionary the term group can be defined as “teenagers from same or different institute irrespective of their gender come together for the sole purpose of doing nothing but timepass.”
The concept of group prevails in schools but it enters usually at the end year of our school life. As we commence with our college life The Real Group starts. Movies, music, parties, relationships, etc are the features of group!!
Groups are of three types 1. Girls-Girls Group (La Group) 
2. Boy-Boys Group (Dude Group) 
3. Girls-Boys Group (Mixed Group) 
FYI I took the liberty of naming them.

La Groups are small with five girls. If it increases they can’t stand each other. If it the count decreases, its not a group anymore. This group is best known for doings Gossips (Regardless of topic). There are frequent screaming situation observed in this group for instance they celebrate “Seeing” each other by screaming and hugging! They even walk on the road holding their hands (if boys do that...i need not say any further).
La Girls is the most controversial kinda group among all. Usually the members criticize “other” people outside the group but La Girls criticize their own group member, unusual but true! For instance Riya, Rima and Revati, three girlfriends are talking and Riya goes off the sight for some reason,
Rima, “Dont you think Riya is mean?"
Revati, "Yeah! Totally I was gonna tell tell same...” and blah blah...
After sometime if Revati goes off the sight
Riya, "Whats all that about? Why is Revati showing so much attitude?”
Rima, "I don’t know but she has been the same since beginning. I don’t like her”
Well here Who-Likes-Who is a paradoxical question!! But when they are together the collectively criticize others.

The Dude Group is the most Happy-Go-Lucky group! History has witnessed that many successful films are made on this kinda group. There are usually three or maximum five members.
They don’t gossip, they don’t criticize because lets face it they don’t really care! Fun is their only motto. Movies are their oxygen! Planning, organising, co-ordinating, rules, limitations are the words not in their dictionary!
They share only fun and happy moments and sneak their asses out in complicated situation unless the situation is too damn serious.
These groups usually last long. They fight on silly things and forgive after split second! They never care to wish happy birthday, friendship day, or any such crap for them everyday is friendship day but they are totally concerned with Party!
One friend to another,”Hey dude happy birthday!!”
Birthday boy, "bastard it was yesterday...”
“Anyway where is the party, Jackass!?!?”
There is nothing much to say about this group. You give them the latest iPhone, a Xbox to play with, a bike to ride, cool remote controlled car or helicopter, hundreds of movies and they are happy as hell!

Mixed group it could be as small as five or as large as twenty or even more! They prefer calling them by certain “name” such as Magic, Juvenile, Parindey etc and creating facebook groups by name “magic rockers!” anything with “rocker” at the end! (or sometime with Roxxxxx at the end)

9 out of 10 times this group is formed in college or class! And is mostly likely to break at the end of academic year. And when few of the group members meet after some year they are like, “oh we used to have so much fun!!”
(FYI the above sentence is usually said by a girl or a boy unless he is gay or talking to another girl)
Members of mixed group constitute of some geeks, some Romeos, fashion freak girls, freak girls, beautiful girls, dumb boys/girls, some who don’t care about group, some Oh-No-My-Mom-Wont-Allow people!
They love celebrating each and every day. They go  “Haaapppyyy fraaaandship day guyzzzzz!!!!!” (Extra the "a", extra the "z",extra the flava)

They’ll call each other in the middle of night just to wish Happy B’day. They make plans, hell lotta plans but the problem is never implement one!
Most of the problems are seen in This group. Sometimes there are even groups within group, few don’t talk to other few they are like...
“If he is coming then I’ll not am sorry”
Relationships prevail in this group promptly. Name me one single mixed group without a single relationship and i‘ll kiss you in public (provided "you" is a girl, hot).
Favourite hobby of mixed group is taking photos where ever they go and uploading them on facebook and commenting till their fingers start paining and typing nothing else than “guys had a lots of fun” “totally you remember this?” “you remember that?” and “bullshit”! favourite poses are standing in a cirle, making a star of fingers, legs etc!!!

This is an observation from a distance. I am myself a part of a Dude group with my best friends.
so, its not judgemental. just observational.

-Fate

Saturday 15 September 2012

COLLEGE LIFE: ENGINEERING

Get up early. Avoid yawning. Brush. Bathe. Locate bags, books. Mom! Where are my socks? Lunch? Bottle? Shoes? Okay Go!
Level One- get out the house without forgetting anything- Complete.  Initialising Level Two-get in the train without getting killed. You hope everyday that at least today, the crowd will be less. At least today you will get a place to stand without looking like the Statue of Liberty replica. The train enters (On your mark) you see your compartment (Get set) the train stops (SPARTAAAA!) It’s a bad starts for a bad day. Statue of liberty again. The arse hole in front of you has his elbow in your face. The one behind you has something pointy in his pocket. Train journey passes in a blur of unknown faces and curses. Change trains. Same story over again.
Level Two complete. Whew. Lectures are boring. Some are fun. Practicals are more about completing journals. Assignments are like a bad dream. You want to forget it; but cant. Study is equivalent to completing assignments or journals. You take out all your frustration on the poor pipe in plumbing workshop. The canteen food is eatable, but nothing matters when you’re with your friends. Fried rice, vada pav.
Still, you go to college just because the demon percentage- 75- forces you to. It lurks just behind you, in the shadows. Waiting for you to slip up, make a mistake. It emerges, smiling, when you start enjoying too much; bunking lectures.
Conversations range from “I have started studying”(Pause for laughter) to “Its chem now. Shit yaar...” and the occasional “what did you just call me??” or “Let go of my shirt!”
You gave up two years of your life so that the next four years would be enjoyable. Now, you’re giving up those enjoyable four years (and three more for PG) so that the rest of your life goes well. First class for four years and you start seeing the Microsoft logo wherever you go.
But it’s never ending actually, you are going to give up more years to get a promotion, the latest model of a car or the iPhone 9. Then you start whining about the corporate life. That’s where i come in. I write about the corporate life, so that you can read it and nod along, smiling.
But then, you shut down the laptop and go back to your chaotic life. Full of friends, laughter, travelling, exams and journals. And of course... this blog.

K4VI

Saturday 8 September 2012

HOW DO I LOVE THEE?



    I glance at my mobile screen for the 27th time. (Yes I was counting.) She has not replied to my last message yet. I start to worry. Did I say anything wrong in it? I open my outbox and check it. No problem. It’s all fine. Maybe she is typing a long reply for me. I smile. Thoughts like that always make me smile.

    I know that her exams start from the day after tomorrow. I know she has to study, and probably, she is studying. Right now I am being selfish. I want her to talk to me. That’s selfish. I don’t care. You heard me. I don’t effing care at all. I reply to her messages instantly. She should also do the same. She should have replied by now. But my anger for this trivial thing is baseless. My love for her surpasses it all.

“...this life is so old,
Feels just like a beat-up truck...’
So sing The WallFlowers.

No dude, I think. Being in love is far away from a beat-up truck. It is a magnificent thing that cannot be explained with images, words or even everything combined. The power of love can only be felt through experience. Feel it to believe it!

Studies have shown that love has the ability to numb pain and up to some extent, cure cancer. I don’t know anything about that. I am not in pain and I certainly don’t have cancer. Still, I love being in love.

My mobile vibrates. The screen lights up. My heart rate doubles. Overjoyed, I gaze at the “1 NEW MESSAGE” sign before selecting to view it. It’s from her.

“hey jst 10 mins hav passd since ur last sms nd im alredy missin u.......”


YES! YES! YES! Oh how much I love this girl! I hurriedly typed out a reply making many mistakes in the process.

“1o mins!!!!! Felt lyk hours 2 me. Guess d old german ful was ryt abt relativity.’

“wanna chat? :) ;)"

“any time 4 u. Bt wat abt ur studis?”

“studyin sucks. I wud lyk 2 spnd this nyt wid u. Bt as dat is nt possible, i will stick 2 chatting. Now shut up nd chat wid me.”

Have I told you how much I love this girl?