Sunday 29 July 2012

TIGER

Nigeria, 1996.
Its 2 AM. The little boy wakes up at the sound of gun fire. He doesn’t get up yet. The shots have stopped. He listens hard. It starts again. He can hear shouting and screams too this time. He gets up and goes to the window. He can see the street. He sees men with machine guns and revolvers. He sees his neighbours on the ground. On their knees. A man is lying on the ground, surely dead. His wife is crying and cursing the robbers. They ignore her. As a rule, they don’t hurt women and children. Men are not so lucky, though. He hears a sound that chills his bones and in a second, he knows what will happen next.
His beloved Doberman, Tiger bounds over the wall, barking and attacks the robbers. Tiger is a ferocious dog. People almost pee in their pants when he bares his teeth at them. He buries his razor sharp teeth in the arm of the nearest robber. He screams out in pain and tries to shake him off. He can’t. The screams are loud and shrill in the night. But no one dares to come to their windows to see what’s going on. They already know. They also know that if they go out, they die. They silently thank the lord for it’s not them on the street tonight. The silently mourn for the neighbours.
The boy watches the leader get angry. He watches him pull out a small revolver and shoot his beloved Tiger. He watches as Tiger goes limp and let’s go of his arm. He watches as the leader puts three more bullets in. Each shot is felt in his heart. Each shot wounds him. At the third shot, he can’t watch anymore and goes back to bed. He doesn’t know what to do. He feels like crying but the grief is too great. He feels the tears running down his cheeks. He can’t control them. He lets them flow and cries himself to sleep.
The next morning, he doesn’t get up till his mother comes to fetch him she has worried look in her eyes. She sees that he is awake and comes up to him. She smiles gently and says “Aren’t you hungry?” He looks at her. “Tiger”. Tears well up in the mother’s eyes now. She knows that her son knows. She hugs him hard. She cries because she wasn’t with him last night, when he needed her most. He doesn’t cry though. He doesn’t have any more tears left. He feels empty inside. Hollow. His mother looks at him. She too had lost her dog when she was a teen. She knew how hard it was. But she was seventeen when Bruno died. Her son is just three.
She tried everything to cheer him up. He got out of his bed after two days. He started smiling after a week. But the spark in his eyes was lost. He no longer cried or threw tantrums. He alienated himself from his friends.
And every night, he went to his window and stared at the patch of road where it all happened. Every night, he relived it. Then he used to turn and find Tiger on his bed. Waiting for him.

Friday 27 July 2012

LETS EAT!


My recent encounter with a restaurant was pretty eccentric, me with few friends were hanging out at Colaba (Mumbai) just like most of the jobless teenagers do. After few laughs and jokes we were all like “It’s time to get down to business, LETS EAT”. You know you have that one friend who never eats outside food, even he agreed to our decision, well it was lunch time after all. We were not in a position to enter a fancy restaurant and finding a cheap restaurant in heart of Colaba is like finding a pure vegetarian restaurant in Bangkok. Having a pit in our stomach was bad enough but afternoon heat was making it worst. After roaming for some time we ended up staring at closed shutter of Bademiya (a famous restaurant of colaba), OMG that’s the worst feeling ever. We were on the verge of ending our quest. We were having our walk of shame, when suddenly we came across a restaurant few blocks away from bademia “BAGDADI”.It was a small not that clean typical Islamic restaurant, we never would have entered that restaurant if it was not for our rumbling stomach. After entering, first thing I noticed was the strong smell of an incense stick, the guy in charge of providing tables was pretty helpful though. After grabbing a table, I pounded on the menu like a ninja; I had this huge smile after seeing the price range. It was too cheap to be true. I was goanna ask the waiter “Do you guys still live in 90’s? My grandfather use to tell stories about such rates.” but the only thing that stopped me was a huge black hole inside my stomach and ordered a chicken chilly and few kababas instead. Our order arrived in no time, service was pretty good, Rotis over there are prodigious, Taste was pretty nice much more than I expected, cheap price are few things I adored. Chicken fry and gravy on the side is something to die for. They have this unique thing, waiter won’t serve you food on your plate they just keep the whole plate at the centre of the table and you are given a plate for roti. You have to dig into one plate which reminds you of your college canteen.

BAGDADI

FEATURES

1.       Cheap Food, That’s the first thing I noticed about the restaurant. They serve better food in low price and It’s not like they give you less quant they are pretty generous in their food quantity too.
2.       Service is pretty fast. You are served with hot and tasty food in no time.
3.       Taste is really good, just can’t avoid the temptation of licking fingers after every bite.

Drawbacks

1.       Not that hygienic, if you are expecting all that classy 5 star food then you would be disappointed.
2.       Heavy food, if you are health conscious avoid visiting, especially if you are kind of person who keeps his calories in check, they provide typical Islamic food which is really heavy.
3.       Sorry Veggies, if you are vegetarian it’s not the place for you. They provide vegetarian food but definitely not that satisfactory. Don’t visit the place unless you are a good old meat eater.

RATINGS

I will give them  7 / 10.

ADDRESS

11, Tulloch Road, Apollo Bunder, Colaba, Mumbai.

 -Amod

SCUM

I was eagerly waiting for this day; the day I finally wrote a note which shows my true feelings. I meet many people daily, many of them- totally unwanted. I bet, each and everyone of us knows such an irritating person. My life is full these scum. As I completed my school life, I met loads of such people. Many of my school’s best buddies have now become my worst enemies. College life has inflated their egos. They are of no use now, they should keep their attitude with themselves. I met many of the geeks in my life, who just believe that they are the best and underestimate others ignoring the fact that they are just ‘Bookworms’.
This incident may have happened in your life a lot of time; when you are having fun with your friends and then suddenly your phone rings. You see that your most unwanted acquaintance is calling you. You look at your best friend “Why the hell this bastard is calling me?”. Your friend keeps laughing at you because you are the unluckiest person on the earth. The scum now asks you “Hey, where are you?” and as you are the best liar on the earth you answer “I’m with my mom dude, cant meet you.” OR “I have just begun my studies and Dad’s at home so talk to you later". This happens with me most of the times.

Then sometimes you observe the scum coming towards you. Then his first question will be like this, “Saale Mom ke saath tha na?” then you are screwed. But you somehow get rid of the scum.

These unwanted guys are saved in my contacts list with names like this Jhandu, useless, chu etc.

The most awesome feeling will be when I completely remove these people from my life. I think they are quite intelligent and have understood with my behaviour that I don’t want to meet them at all but still they have hopes. Hopes must be there in your lives, that’s good.

On one side I have these people and on the other side I have my best buddies. So, no issue whether the scum exist in my life or not. But there will be a day when I will surely tell these scum “F off!”

-Guest (Gopu)

Sunday 22 July 2012

THE FUC&%NG BLOG

This was over-heard on a train. The man was shouting this (and its sister ‘Bhenc@#d’ and its cousin ‘Chut&%a’) into his phone. He was pissed off. The people around him did not even glance at him. They were not offended, shocked, angry or even mildly interested in it.
Swearing, cursing, coarse language, profanity, foul speech, dirty words, bad language and cussing are part of our lives. Almost everyone uses them. MBA executives, college students, school kids, their parents, rickshaw drivers, the traffic police and most famously, cricketeers. Not only classic Hindi or the original Marathi, English swear words are trending among the youth. Some as senseless as “You are number one fuck only.”
Fuck! "Fuck" can often be used as a verb, adverb, adjective, imperative, interjection, and noun. It has various metaphorical meanings. To be "fucked" can mean to be cheated ("I got fucked by a scam artist"), or to be broken or ruined ("my computer is fucked"). As a noun, "a fuck" or "a fucker" may describe a contemptible person. The verb to fuck may be used transitively or intransitively, and it appears in compounds, including fuck off, fuck you, fuck up, and fuck with. In a phrase such as "don't give a fuck" is used in the sense of something that is important as a pile of smelly bat droppings. Not many people know this, but fuck was first used in a poem that was composed before 1500.
It’s actually healthy if you swear once in a while. Research shows that pain is somewhat reduced when you curse. People curse when they are angry (fuck you!), sad (fuck yaar), happy (fuck yeah!), bored (fuck, I’m bored) and in doubt (WTF?).
Swearing is considered offensive in our culture though. Especially when girls do it. So curse at your discretion and when no one is listening.
Curse out loud in a dark room and tell the ghost to fuck off.
Study hard and challenge the question paper to fuck you now.
Show your first class ticket to the TC and shout “In your face, asshole!”
Lastly, be creative! Mix languages. You gandu or something like sala bastard. Swearing is fun if you’re not the one being sweared at. Defecate, I’ll have to stop now or I’ll get fornicated.

Thursday 19 July 2012

GAME-SET-MATCH




He serves! Wins a point! He serves! An Ace! He serves! – gets challenged and overruled – He serves! which is unreturned making Him the undisputed winner! King of Grass- Roger Federer, master of tennis won his Seventh Wimbledon title making his 17th Grand Slam victory a splendid world record; almost impossible for anyone to beat except FedEx!!! He had to outplay Andy Murray on his homeland (still the crowd was cheering Roger’s name)!

THAT’s a victory...

A Swiss professional tennis player, regarded widely as the greatest ever. Roger Federer is currently ranked World No. 1, having previously held the ATP No. 1 position for a record 237 consecutive weeks from 2 February 2004 to 18 August 2008. Federer has occupied the No. 1 ranking for 286 overall weeks, equalling the record held by Pete Sampras (who will be overtaken on July 16, 2012). Federer has won men’s record 17 Grand Slam singles titles. He is one of seven male players to capture the career Grand Slam (one of four in the Open Era) and one of three (with Andre Agassi and Rafael Nadal) to do so on three different surfaces (clay, grass, and hard courts). He is the only male player in tennis history to have reached the title match of each Grand Slam tournament at least five times, and is also the only male tennis player in the Open era to have reached the Wimbledon final eight times.

In 2003, Federer won his first Grand Slam singles title at Wimbledon, beating Mark Philippoussis. He won four Australian Open, seven Wimbledon, five U.S. Open and one French Open in 2009!

About his playing style well he is truly versatile athlete!

Jimmy Connors said "In an era of specialists, you're either a clay court specialist, a grass court specialist, or a hard court specialist...or you're Roger Federer."

Federer is an all-court, all-round player known for his speed, fluid style of play, and exceptional shot making. Federer mainly plays from the baseline but is also comfortable at the net, being one of the best volleyers in the game today. He has a powerful, accurate smash and very effectively performs rare elements in today's tennis, such as backhand smash, half-volley and jump smash (slam dunk).

David Foster Wallace compared the brute force of Federer's forehand motion with that of "a great liquid whip," while John McEnroe has referred to Federer's forehand as "the greatest shot in our sport." Federer is also known for his efficient movement around the court and excellent footwork, which enables him to run around shots directed to his backhand and instead hit a powerful inside-out or inside-in forehand, one of his best shots.

Federer plays with a single-handed backhand, which gives him great variety. Federer's forehand and backhand slice are both thought by many to be the best ever. He employs the slice, occasionally using it to lure his opponent to the net and deliver a passing shot. Federer can also fire topspin winners and possesses a 'flick' backhand with which he can generate pace with his wrist; this is usually used to pass the opponent at the net.

He sometimes uses between-the-legs shot, which is colloquially referred to as a "tweener." His most notable use of the tweener was in the semi-finals of the 2009 US Open against Novak Djokovic, bringing him triple match point, on which he capitalised for a straight-set victory over the Serb.


Hail Roger!!

-Fate

CRICKET IS IN OUR BLOOD

 The title says it all, every Indian has played this game of Cricket once in their life time. It is popularly known to be ‘The English Game’ as it was introduced by the English. There are millions of people who love this game, me among them. Cricket is the most popular game in India. It is almost played in every corners of India. A student may not complete his basic education but he may be expert in this game. Cricket does not require any qualification, all you need is your dedication and best skills.

Personally, I love this game. I’m one of its greatest fans. Actually it’s the only game which I know perfectly. I like to play this whenever I’m free. All you need is a bat and a ball and you can proceed. Even two people can play this game. Me and my friends have a lot of fond memories of this game.

Indian Cricket is gaining a lot of importance as we find a lot of talent in Indian people. The International Cricket is governed under the laws of ICC (International Cricket Council). There are many domestic tournament played in India which are played under the laws of BCCI (Board of Control Cricket In India).
There are two main formats of Cricket ,i.e, ODI’s (One Day Internationals) and Test format. In addition to this, BCCI has introduced IPL (Indian Premier League) recently. Yeah, IPL has gained a lot of popularity as this is a short and sweet format. Unlike other formats, IPL gives you fast results and it’s the most entertaining. 20 over game each side, three hours and here you get the result. IPL is all about money. Players are selected through auctioning. Highest bidder owns the player. Even if the player does not play good for the country, he seems to be the best in this format. All you can say is ‘sab paiso ki maya hai’.


Here are some facts related to Cricket :

·        Sources say that Cricket was started in England in 1300 AD.
·        The First official cricket test match was played between Australia and England in 1877.
·        Australia has won the maximum of four world cups till date.
·        The apex institution ,i.e, ICC’s headquarters is now situated in Dubai. Earlier it was situated in Lords(England).
·        The First T20 match was held in South Africa in 2007.

India vs. Pakistan is the only match for which every Indian is awaited every time. Don’t know how, but it seems to be the best matches in all the tournaments . Indians celebrate their win against Pakistan just like a festival.

2011 World cup resulted the same. Indian team made its way by eliminating Pakistan in semi finals. People were so excited . I too was glad during this moment. Crackers were fired all over the streets and this scenario was mind blowing. I think no Indian has missed this match.

That’s why we don’t like to miss this!



(Next article will be all about Sachin!!)

-Guest (Gopu)

Sunday 15 July 2012

FULL VOLUME TO HELL

The white Activa weaved in and out of the traffic. The boy sporting aviators grimaced against the wind. White iPod earphones could be seen trailing down his T-shirt. He failed to see a Scorpio that jumped a red light and sped towards him. It was not the boy's fault that he died. But, he could have heard the Scorpio honking if only he wasn't listening to music on full volume.

This is not an isolated incident. many teens have lost their lives under trains or hit by cars or bikes just because they were listening to music on full volume.

You dont actually have to play music so loudly. In-ear earphones are naturally noise reducing. You can enjoy the song even if you keep the volume upto 70%.

That said, listening to rock songs with the volume cranked up high is one of my favourite things. When I go shopping, I ask for the earphones with the best sound quality and highest sound output. Its quite addictive, actually. when I plug them in, the world ceases to exist. I can see and feel everything around me. But I can only hear the song that's playing. Awesome.

Then again; Don't I care about my life? sure I do. I don't want to be that old guy who holds a hand behind his ear every time someone speaks to him. (What?? Did you say bitch? Or was it ditch?)

Full volume, to put it mildly, screws your ears. The 'good' thing about that is, once you lose your hearing, there's no way you're going to get it back!

 It all boils down to priorities now; The song? Or your hearing ability? The drum beats? Or your ear drums? The full volume? Or your life?

Go. Figure.

-K4VI 

Thursday 12 July 2012

MAXIMUM CITY



Picture a seagull, flying in the air, its graceful flight, wings spread majestically wide, swooping down at the slightest hint of movement in the ocean below, grabbing its prey in its sharp beak and back to its silent vigil back in the skies.

In many ways than one, I find this similar to the city of dreams, Bombay, Mumbai! This city, be warned, is not for the faint-hearted. It will blindside you with its glamour but do not mistake it as its vanity. To live here-not survive or exist- really live here, you need to get in sync with the famed 'spirit' of Mumbai.


Okay, enough about the big bad world out there. Mumbai is zest personified! The buzzing , busy streets of Fort area, the beautiful Marine Drive, the ever-so beckoning Juhu beach, the hip locales of Bandra, the un-kosher Crawford market, the lingering smell of salt air, the unmistakable, delicious smell of typical street food and the people! Oh....the people....you will not, quote, find a more adorable and assorted bunch anywhere else on this planet. They are outspoken, blunt, broad minded, magnanimous, money-minded, glamour-loving and mostly helpful.



The backbone of Mumbai is its transport system. Though not exactly luxurious, it is well maintained and efficient. Mumbai was famous for its trams before but, sadly those delightful red wagons on wheels no longer exist. It is said that every ‘mumbaikar’ has a special group of friends – travel friends- people who commute with you- you might not even know their names but they are still your friends. The fast paced lifestyle and strenuous working hours serve to bring people closer.



The night life of the city is much talked-about, more in the past than now (pun intended). It just adds to the aura of glitz and bling to the city. A casual conversation over bun-muska and chai or the aimless strolls through the back alleys of girgaon or the burn-a-hole-in-the-pocket coffee at Café Coffee Day, taking a ride in a double decker bus, or simply gazing out at the sea, having those various random thoughts, you can’t help but feel that it is more enjoyable in Mumbai than elsewhere. The city has been instrumental in shaping the lives of many living legends, including a certain curly-haired, chubby Bandra boy, often seen practising at Shivaji park, who went on to own a Ferrari, though that is just a perk in his long list of achievements. Yes right you are, Sachin, the God of cricket. Clichéd, but true!   

The city has gone through a lot of turmoil over the years, but it has managed to retain its charm. It is a sacred land for us. To live here , is to experience life  in its rawest, untamed form. I love mumbai. 
PS: I am almost tempted to say 'Amen'.



-Guest (Savali)

Wednesday 11 July 2012

HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THIS MOVIE BEFORE?




           



        That typical dialogue that you get to hear throughout the movie “Have I told you about my condition before?”. That’s right, the story of an Insurance Officer Leonard Shelby who has a psychological condition of not being able to make new memories past injury. The story of a man who seeks revenge for his wife’s rape and murder. Kahani mein twist! Well, apparently he failed in history for the same reason. (kidding), the guy forgets everything, places, faces, events, dates, names…all wiped out in 15 minutes. Yes, I’m talking about the movie MEMENTO directed by Christopher Nolan (Inception guy, right).
           
             Well it does sound totally normal, right? Just like our good old Bollywood movies. With all ‘saale, kutte, kaminey’ stuff and masala action. But let me stop you right there, it’s totally different and a highly intellectual suspense thriller. Friendly advice-pay good attention while watching the movie. In short it’s a revenge story. And that’s exactly what you feel when you start watching the movie and trust me, you won’t feel the same by the end…and those who’ll do, Bol Bachchan just released and I’m pretty sure Rowdy Rathore is still up there.

          The movie’s awesome story-line proves to be the backbone; plus Guy Pearce’s outstanding performance as Leonard Shelby and Christopher Nolan’s experimental direction adds feather in the cap. Most importantly the treatment to the movie is done perfectly. In the movie we see two different stories of same person distinguished by black-and-white and coloured sequences and, wait for it…at the end both the stories connect and unravel a mystery. Now that you are way too excited about this go ahead watch it. Now if you want the factual data, it grossed over $25 million. A worth watch indeed, trust me you won’t regret it. Till then, Adios.
                                                                                       -Shw3t

Monday 9 July 2012

THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS.



Two antonyms of  each other, happiness and sadness. These two emotions influence the everyday life of a person. “Oh, my friend got married!” is happy and “Oh! My friend got married!” is sad. We experience both of these emotions in life but what matters is, for how long. To be honest it’s a matter of choice to be happy…

Case I : A person earns RS 100,000,000,000 per year , has a bungalow, his own sports club and a Bugatti Royale but is unhappy because of the responsibilities he has to take, his daughter never graduated high school, his son is gay and got divorced thrice. On the contrary, a middle class person ears RS 1,000,000 per month, has 3 BHK flat, pays for his gym every month and has an Audi is happy because he is satisfied with what he has. Satisfaction is important for being happy.

Case II : A person whose father is the greatest actor of all time, has a well-known last name, married Miss Universe is unhappy because after 15 years in the film industry never got the break he wanted. On the contrary, an orphan who lost his parents at the age of 10 , lives in church, has 3 best friends, who love each other and help each other grow in life is happy because he has accepted the fact and moved on to prove himself. Accepting the fact and moving on is important for being happy.

Case III : A person who is healthy, has a loving wife, 2 kids who love him is unhappy because he thinks his fellow friend has a better life than him, a better body, a more beautiful wife and the kids are more intelligent than his. On the contrary, a person who has got over the news that he is suffering from cancer and going to die, leaves the women he loves because he didn’t want to hurt her is happy because he accepted what he is. Accepting what you are is important for being happy.

Most people suffer from merely existing versus really living, embrace new experiences. Go beyond your comfort zone and be who you are. Be free from fear and other emotions that are sabotaging you. Let go the past and the bad memories, sadness only breeds more sadness.

There are over 6 billion people on this earth. There are infinite relationships to be had. Everyone has something to give. Everyone offers something worth learning. There is infinite love to give and to offer. You can choose to be lonely but you are never alone.

If you can read this you are fortunate. If you can walk, talk, see, smell, taste or feel or all this things you are fortunate.

Remember happiness is a state not a circumstance. Happiness is a state of being, not merely a moment of pleasure or joy. By committing to happiness you accept there will be times of challenge and suffering but by staying true to who you are, you will not just survive but thrive. Happiness is not just the bird floating serenely on the water and happiness is not eliminated by the rocks that temporarily disturb the water, happiness is the water itself, always being exactly what it is.

“You have to leave the city of your comfort and go in the wilderness of your intuition. What you will discover will be wonderfull, what you will discover is yourself.”

“Be such a man and live such a life, that if every man was such as you and every life, a life like yours, this earth would be god’s paradise.”
SO, YOU DECIDE...

                                                                                                                                       -$UN

Sunday 8 July 2012

ADDICTION 1

I wake up and the first thing I do is look for my mobile. Its usually on my side table. If its not there, I check under the pillow, in the sheets, and even under the bed. I calm down as i find it in my pocket. Silly me.
Unlock. Messges. Four. Four? Thats two less than yesterday morning. I open them One forwarded and three “gud mrng”. I reply to them, check WhatsApp, and then turn my attention to the call of nature.
Almost everyone of us is addicted to the Mobile (a.k.a cell a.k.a phone a.k.a cell phone). And not just for calling; texting, gaming, the internet, music etc. And facebook. dont forget that. With so much functions crammed into it, its hard not to get addicted to it. And like every other addiction, its very very hard to curb it.
Parents probably wont understand the addiction. Thats natural. Mobiles were not around in your childhood. We grew up around them. We saw them evolve from chunky green and black things to sleek smartphones. They are now a vital part of our lives. An extension of our hands. We have our boyfriends, girlfriends, just-friends, photos, videos, songs, games, our whole world inside it!
Just to pop the bubble, How about some boring maths?
Lets say a boy wakes up at 9 AM and goes to sleep at 12AM. Thats 15 hours of staying awake. At 200 messages per day, thats 13 messages an hour. And that, my dear friends, is a message every 5 minutes. Good? Bad? Healthy? You decide.
Just stating the facts here. I have seen my friends bordering on paranoia and hysteria when they cant find their mobiles. I have seen them get depressed when they don’t get an instant reply. (Chill, dude, she must be in the toilet.) Chatting late in the night causes headaches and makes you irritated. Sometimes, it upsets your sleep cycle. Well, you must really like headaches then. It also ruins your English, lessens your attention span, reddens your eyes, spoils your eyesight, and makes you sterile. Okay, the last one was not true. Even so.
Addictions can be controlled.  Even this one. Its simple really. (Elementary, Watson.) Don’t recharge your message or net pack. You can still send messages, but they will cost you. Better yet, switch to Vodafone.  That will teach you a lesson.
Parents, don’t force us to stop using mobiles. Don’t take them away. That will only makes matters worse. We will stop using them when we lose our arm in an accident because we were on facebook while riding a scooter.
The cellphone is one of the most useful gadgets in our life. Use it only when nesecarry. There’s no need to know whether s/he had dinner. There are better things in life to get addicted to. This blog, for example. I have to go now. Someone just messaged me.
Tc.  
-KAVI

Friday 6 July 2012

COLLEGE LIFE

 
Smashing the snooze button as hard as possible, barely swallowing breakfast, after a quick shower, you put on your old faded jeans, a cool T-shirt, spray some deodorant and leave for college, missing that one train that made you barely reach the college in time. At the parking near the gate, you give yourself a final look and set your hair in the rear view mirror of someone’s bike. Then you enter your class, If it’s more than 15mins late, it’s over you can’t go to the class even when you know you can still make it, somewhere in your heart you want to just sit in the canteen and goof around and by any chance if you make it you select the last bench behind a huge and tall guy and patiently wait only to sign the attendance sheet.

Almost every student keeps looking at the professor but with their minds somewhere in the canteen or at the door, waiting for “that special person” to come in. Well, there are few party poopers in the class “The first benchers”, they look at exams as a war and try every fair and unfair means to stand out of the crowd, they want their not so beautiful faces in the college magazine with a tag line “topper of the year” , they make proper notes of every topic taught in class and there are few “brilliant students” who takes the Xerox of that notes few days before the exam and says “It’s worth a shot, huh?”. Joking and gossiping from behind your huge chemistry book, playing Tic-Tac-Toe on the last page of the only book you have brought to the class, writing your name in different fonts just to look which one looks cooler or throwing a paper ball at you friend and look away, as if you are the most innocent bastard on the face of the earth are the ways usually used to kill time. By the end of the lecture, everyone is restless and keeps glancing at their watches, slamming books and dropping bags. The professor mercilessly continues teaching, in this situation the worst thing you can hear is professor saying “I am taking the next lecture I want to complete this topic”. Then the most awaited sound comes, the sound of bell ringing, you know you can’t sit the next lecture, because you made a promise to certain some one that you would meet, so you tell your friend to look for the next teacher while you plan escaping via back door.

You can’t expect getting a table in canteen in recess. So if you want to rest your ass on a sit the only way is bunking the previous lecture and grab a sit. Once you get the table you are not leaving it till 5.45 in the evening. When you are sitting on the table with friends you are going nowhere you are like

“kya boor ho raha hai yaar”
“bohat bhook lagihai, kuch khaneko la!”
But no son of a bi*** is ready to get up and walk to the staff and place the order, unless you are too desperate.


During monsoon you see the most beautiful phase of college. You don’t care getting wet in the rains as you don’t have any important thing as such in your bag. That puddle of water in front of the college which few hate can be a matter of enjoyment for others. It’s fun sipping a nice cup of coffee giving a warm feeling to your throat in cold mornings. Exchanging that secret smiles across the tables, telling your friend about your latest crush, you get that teasing from your friends when your crush passes by, the thrill of bunking, the fun of partying and watching movies, That awaked moment when you face the person you were talking about, The feeling when first time we spoke or were introduced to the one we secretly admired and loved, walking by her side while she has no clue what you feel about her, the joy that comes when you receive that “yes” from that one person you has always loved, Taking a romantic rainy walk with someone special on the Marine drive, all that pranks that we pull off; are just too good to miss in life. That taste of tears when you lose your friend, remembering the time when we used to be best friends and now act like total strangers makes your heart cry, the pain that we feel when we are dumped or ditched can rush all the emotions through our veins, to the heart out of nowhere.


The rose day, sari and tie day, chocolate day, college festival is the most awaited days. All “dress to kill”, guys look all hot shots and girls look, well, just HOT and don’t forget the friendship day and the Valentine’s Day. College is the place where most of us make friends of life time.


 The trickiest part of college is we have to pull off our studies, especially when we have so much to distract us, but most of us manage it pretty well and come out as a success. One has to keep a fine balance between enjoyment and what we are here in college. At least make an effort to stand-up somewhere close to your parent’s expectations.

-Amod