Mood E

Why am I doing this?

Amid all the transistors, programs, yawns and blank walls; this question comes to mind.

Why slog, mug, bite and cheat for four years?

Why put aside my hobbies, my interests to find unknown resistances? Or to sort an array?

Is there a nirvana on the other side?

Is everything worth it?

Maybe there is. Maybe what everyone say must be true. Maybe the fact of low placements everywhere must be a rumor. Maybe the rumor that engineers have to study PG to be considered worthwhile must be a lie.

But there is Hope.

Hope that we will be among the lucky masses that dress up every day in the same striped shirt and pants and rush off to office. That one day we will have a boss and a cubicle; Diwali bonuses and one week off every year. That we have to save every rupee to get the iPhone 10c.

Hope that after 45, we realize that, no, the thing you really want to do is play the drums or click photos. And hope it’s not too late.

And as you close this page and go back to your books, you smile.

And you dream.

ANNIVERSARY BLUES

Everyone looked at the box that he left on the bench with apprehension. It could be a bomb. You couldn’t be too sure these days. Terrorists came in all shapes and sizes. Yeah. But it was an old man who left that box. Why would he be carrying a bomb? That’s ridiculous. Plain stupid. Borderline crazy. Shut up. You can still see that old man. Maybe we could give him lunchbox back. Yeah, and do our good deed for the day. Hey old man! You forgot your….

Boom.

It was such simple tasks that made him smile. People would do anything to get out of paying the cab fare. Like, I don’t know, cleaning his windshield, letting him make a phone call or dropping off an unsuspecting package on a park bench on the way home. He smiled. Anything to avoid paying. 

He drove an old model Hyundai Santro. It made funny noises when you turned left. The mileage was not that good. He didn’t like being a taxi driver. But it was perfect for him. He met people. He talked to people. And when he talked, people listened. Words flowed from his mouth. His voice was a low baritone, almost hypnotic. And when you listened to him. You got voices in your head. Voices telling you what to do. Voices telling you that a stupid favor is better than paying him. It’s just a phone call. And he says its urgent. Why not? It’s just a little package. Kinda lightweight. And there was a park bench on the way home.

They didn’t know he had been planning this for month. The contents in the package, they had to be in the right amount. And the memories. They haunted him. It was because of the memories that he decided on doing the park bench thing.

He wasn’t a monster. No. Oh dear, why would you think that? Because of the bomb? Silly me. It was a bomb. But not that typical ‘I go boom and people die and shit’. No. It was confetti. It was not just a park bench for him. It was where he met his wife (May her soul rest in peace) for the first time. The bench was where they first held hands. Where he asked her to marry him. (Three times, before she said yes)

It was their fiftieth wedding anniversary. And she deserved a little celebration. A confetti cracker would make her look down and smile. He knew she was in heaven. He smiled.

Or in hell. After all, she had suggested using a real bomb.   

-Kavi

APPLIED SARCASMATICS

NOTE: This article is only for the intellectually genius. And those who hate maths.

Ram is real. Just as the air you breathe, or the sandwich you don’t make. Ram is asleep at the moment. Its (square root of 16) o’clock in the morning. The alarm is set for 36/6 AM. It goes off, screaming random derivative formulas. To make it stop, the poor guy has to complete the formula before the clock does. He gets it right on the 15^th try. Ram is now fully awake. And pissed off.

Dear readers, Maths is important. So very important. Especially engineering Maths. Or “Applied Mathematics”. We may not know how to balance a checkbook, calculate basic taxes, or simple interest. But we surely can integrate any equation. (Even if the printed question is wrong.) We can find the Laplace transform of a shoelace, if it were to be asked for enough marks. We may not be able to calculate the days remaining for our parents wedding anniversary, but we surely can belt out the Fourier series in a perfect soprano.

Ram.  After the exhausted bout with the alarm clock, he turned to the bathroom. Sigh. Business as usual in there. He came out looking exhausted. Where’s his phone? He had to trace a graph for a complex equation to unlock it. He got that right when he skipped the lock code and answered his security question. Damn.

It was a Maths-biased society. You could score hot girls is you were good at solving calculus. The local supermarket offered you more discount on onions. You got petrol for free if you could prove theorems. It didn’t matter if you weren’t skilled at the job or you had no people skills or even an ounce of self confidence, you’d get the 7 figure salary. It didn’t matter if you reeked of Axe deos, or your toothpaste had salt in it. You were a master when you saw that little ‘dx’ in an equation.

Life became simple. Like a music video. That little engineering tag was just that- a tag. After those four years of slogging, people said life would be heaven. And guess what? It did! Look around your family. All those engineers, all those people good at calculus. Everyone, happy with their jobs. Content. Satisfied. Those people want nothing. They crave nothing. Right? Life is simple for them. Like a music video. Life is Legen..Wait for it.    

-Kavi.

NOSTALGIA

I am living the last night of my first year engineering and I am sure I wont be a dropout.

It wasnt a cake walk, studying engineering and the icing was to be in the midst of gujjus, eat the food they eat, listen to their mother tongue, and the best part, try to understand the gujju humour, which I am still trying.  Before I chewed and gulped that fact that I am  engineering student, I watched myself running, running to get everything done, the assignment, the writeups, and the endless preparations for the immortal exams.

Perhaps that is the reason why seniors say that they didnt realize how those four years vanished.

My very good friend once said,
" I follow the Bill Gates mantra, do everything on the last minute, when you mind is most active and most pressurized. It does wonders to your planning skills"

Dude, I cant. The deadline, the submission date, it always triggered me, make me have nightmares but eventually got work done.

I lived through almost all the experiences, the tear was never as salty as before, as it tasted when I  flunked mechanics, the life was never as happening as before, as it got when I met those idiots, my besties, the pain wasnt as grave as before as it was when I ended up, losing certain people, the feeling of satisfaction was never as soothing as before, which I got, after I completed my welding, carpentry and fitting jobs, the relief was never as enormous as before, which I felt after completing those imperial sheets, and  life was never as hilarious as before I got admitted to an engineering college.

The sweat,  the rain, the train, the canteen, the lab, the everything, I am nostalgic, and I am proud of myself, that I could survive, and experience the engineering course.


-By a guest writer Damini Arora

A JOURNEY

No one is ever happy,

with what they already have.

Everyone is on a quest,

to attain what they crave.

The less fortunate crowd,

wander in search of food.

The remaining few search too,

for something not so crude.

I too am a wanderer,

seeking my own sacred grove.

Combing the face of the earth,

I roam in the search of love.

Eyes of strangers question me,

 through the crowds as I shove.

I wander through the streets of life,

journeying in the search of love.

'What is love to you?',

people ask me everyday.

It is as beautiful as the sunrise,

to those skeptics, I say.

The feeling of safety and elation,

of beauty and of care,

of warmth and of comfort,

with bitter-sweet memories to share.

Life goes by fluttering past me.

Many quests meet their end.

Only the quest of love never dies.

It never goes out of 'trend'.

Even after my eyes close,

my quest stays alive.

I still wander through the streets,

journeying forever,

searching eternity.

-Aishwarya

A LOVE (III)

He and Arya..soul mates??! That was just ridiculous as a politician being truthful or ice being smoking hot. He would never like her. There was one in a million chance that he would love her. Turns out, this time was the one in the million chances that he would fall in love with her. 

He realized that the Teacher was calling out to him; asking him something. One glance at the board told him all he needed. 

“A is equal to three root two and B is equal to six by seven.” 

“That is absolutely correct. But in fact I was asking you to turn off the AC.” 

“Oh.” 

Thats just great. Making a fool of himself in front of a girl. But wait..since when did he mind himself in front of girls? He just didn't care what they thought of him…until now. It mattered to him what she thought of him. How he talked, reacted, acted, lifted his hand, made expressions; all of those mattered when it concerned Arya. It was an instinct he had never felt. The instinct of impressing the opposite sex. He felt a power. He felt very energetic, agile and alert. His brain told him that his hormones were creating such reactions. But his heart knew better. It told him that Arya was the cause. It told him that he should flow with it. Still…he was, at that moment, very powerful. And he hated it. 

He hated that a stranger to him could do this to him, could control his body, his functioning which he couldn't. He wanted to resist it. He wanted to destroy the one who was at the root of all this. 

CALM DOWN. Shouted his heart. Its your nature. All males react in the same way. Don’t over react. You know you love her. 

NO. He did not love her. She was nothing like the girl that he imagined. She was too open, too easy going. She kept nothing in her mind. She was at the complete mercy of the one in front of her. In short, she was the complete opposite of him. 

‘She is your equal and opposite’ prompted his Heart ‘And opposites attract.’ 

Then he decided something that would have shocked himself twenty minutes ago. He decided that he wanted to spend more time with her. 

A LOVE (II)

Okay. He had imagined that “I love you” part. But there was no denying that she was absolutely gorgeous.

“Oh! You like Greenday. Achcha hain. But it is a little loud for my liking. I like Metallica jyada.”

He just pointed out that Metallica was heavy metal, which was very much louder than Greenday.

“Jaane de na. Afterall they are only bands.”

His blood boiled on hearing Greenday as ‘only a band’.

Before he could reply the Teacher came in, so he again plugged his earphones in and continued listening to ‘American Idiot’. Everyone stood up to greet the Teacher. His song was again interrupted by Arya. He was not standing. So what? He never greeted Teachers. They came in, they went out; it mattered to him as much as a pile of bat droppings. But you had to greet them. Damn, she was persistent. He stood up so that she would stop hammering his skull with her knuckles.

“By the way, I am Arya”
“So?”
“What is your name?”
“George Bush.”
“Really?”
“GOD!”

The teacher had started to teach some maths. One and a half hour of drilling into him what he already knew. Having nothing better to do, He started observing Arya, which he found, to his surprise, found very entertaining
.
Her hair, dark brown with some streaks of light brown, was made that way by a hair specialist. That meant that she was rich enough to afford one, or she spent all of her savings on her hair.

She wore no earrings. But instead there were real flowers in her ears. Little violet flowers which matched with her pink top. Shit. What was happening to him? He was thinking about a girl that wore flowers in her ear that matched her top.

Her eyes were brown. Closer examination revealed that they were the same shade as his. The brown eyes…were looking directly into his. F***. He quickly looked the other. Had she known that he was studying her? What would she say? What she said to Him was-

“I know. Your eyes are beautiful too. I wonder why Shilpa was telling me not to look in your eyes. They are soo deep!”

That was a pleasant surprise. Nobody had ever told him that his eyes were beautiful. Nobody ever looked in them. But wait…she said”..beautiful too.” That meant that she knew he was thinking about her eyes. That was not possible unless their brainwaves matched. And Brain waves matched only when you are…SOULMATES.
 

NEVER ENDING AND NEVER FINAL

We all know, in life, what success is and what failure is. But these are two sides of the same coin, one being never ending and one is never final.

When you enter into college life, it feels different, doesn't it? There is a sense of independence, freedom and DREAMS to achieve many things. When we come out of the traps of school and we desire to fly like a free bird. But when you fly you are bound to fall. No, I am not demotivating you. You should fly but you should never fear a fall because after a fall, you rise.

Many after tasting success in their boards in 10^th feel achieved success, being on top of the world. But it’s just a footstep into an ocean where success is unending and it comes with roadblocks.

One must remember every morning is a new one, what you have achieved in the past matters least when you don’t perform today. Today is what you are. Don’t you agree?  

Steve Jobs made a company like Apple a $2 billion dollars incorporation, in 10 years since its start in his garage! What success! But soon he saw failure by being fired from his company. What next?? You all know he rose again came back and tasted success after success from iPods to iPads to iPhones he did not stop!

Samsung, many have it in your pockets! It was a huge failure. But got success from Corby then Wave and then the Galaxy series and the success is still on…

Sachin Tendulkar, big success at a young age, failure when people are at peak booed in hometown down with injuries, but hunger for success always there. More than a year without his 100th hundred didn’t matter him as a failure .Failure could not lessen his passion, nor he stopped after 1 success. That made him score 100 100’s and many thousands of runs.

All these examples had 1 thing in common they did not stop after one success nor a failure could stop them. They were back with a bang!

You will hear “NO” in your life many a times . Girls reject boys all the time. You don’t value that “no”. You just ask the next one and move on. Wear a fastrack. It helps.

You need to do the same, search a way out of failures, in life. Like you never give up when you want to convince your friend for an outing. Just don’t give up.

Failure is not the dead end it is just to give a new turn to your life.

LIFE IS TOO BIG FOR ANYTHING TO BE FINAL, SUCCESS OR FAILURE!

- A guest writer- Varun

THE BEST FRIEND THING

Movies like ‘Jaane Tu Yaa Jaane Naa’, ‘Oh My Friend’ (Telegu) have always inspired us to have a best friend of the opposite gender. Many say you can share a lot of more things with your best friend of the opposite gender but, I feel it also has several consequences since I was a victim of the same thing.

 I met a girl back in school and as the days went by we got closer. Suddenly, one day she expressed her feelings for me and I was dumbstruck as it was my first experience of someone proposing to me. I said ‘NO’ to her there itself. Later, as a result of this, she started avoiding me and eventually, I did fall for her. But, it was too late to realise as she had started dating some other guy. And things were never the same as before.

College started and the same thing happened to me again. This time around I met a tomboyish girl who told me she lives in my complex but I never saw her before. We started spending a lot of time together as we had the same ambition. After a year, we mutually expressed our feelings towards each other. Things changed as the time we used to spend talking was wasted in holding hands and staring at each other. Furthermore, I never imagined of being physical with my best friend and this mainly led to our break-up.

Now, after all this, I have realized that either you should have the same sex best friend or you should not express your feelings towards the opposite one, otherwise as Akash says in the critically-acclaimed movie ‘Dil Chahta Hai’- “Hum dost the, dost hain aur dost rahenge” will never be possible. And it would seem very fascinating in movies but in our lives, it’s the most complex situation to handle at this age.

 However, I still want to try my luck at it for the third time…who knows what might happen then!

-A guest writer -Parag Kharnare

A LOVE (I)

It was the first day of his tutorials, and needless to say, he was pretty much bored. But that was normal. He become bored quickly when he was not racing downhill on his cycle, rafting, para-gliding or deep sea diving. His male friends were looking at the pretty girl; and his female friends were looking at cute boys. That was worse than boring, for him. He figured out that the first lecture would be pretty much uneventful; if you count falling in love with the girl whom you hate almost everything, as eventful. That’s what happened. That’s Love.

He settled himself on the left corner in the last row. His bench could seat two more people, but no one sat beside him. Everyone stayed clear of that serious looking boy; who looked as if he could kill you by just staring at you. Anyway, he was doing nothing destructive sitting in that corner all by himself. That was precisely the moment when Arya decided to pull the earphones out of his ears. That was typical of her. She was used to have her own way. But then, so was he.

“Can I sit here please?” Arya
asked.

“No” came back the reply without missing a beat.

Arya sat down.

He was already irritated at the immaturity displayed by his colleagues, and now Arya made the matters worse by (1) Pulling out his earphones, (2) Sitting beside him when he had already said no.

He searched the class for another place for that girl to sit. He found none. Instead he found that every single head had turned to look at him. Surprised he looked at Arya. He immediately he understood the reason of all the staring. Sitting beside him was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He now knew the meaning of the phrase “drop-dead gorgeous”. Considering all this, his heart nearly jumped out his chest, when she turned at him, smiled sweetly, and said “I love You.”

FORGOTTEN WINDS

The day starts,

as it always does,

I realize I’m alone,

above all the buzz.

Hoping you will be there,

I open my eye,

to find you gone,

without even a goodbye.

The horror of it,

leaves me devastated,

people who don’t know,

ask why I am frustrated.

But they’ll never know ,

the memories we shared.

They’ll never ever know,

how much you cared.

The day starts again,

as it always will,

and I hope to find the stones,

rapping on the window sill.

The hope dies as always.

My heart pounds in my chest.

I was the one who left.

Hoping, it’ll be for the best.

You loved me always,

no matter how I behaved.

You proclaimed eternal love to me,

and I feel lucky to be saved.

You healed my heartbreak,

you healed my pain.

Sacrificing your own self,

you helped me regain.

I didn't want to chance it,

chance losing your love.

So I had to play the villain,

to save myself, my love.

Joined by love eternal,

always together we shall be,

in this life or the next,

I will give my heart to thee.

The winds and rustling leaves ,

the story of our love will carry.

So lovers can tread the seas of love,

Through the storms so scary.

(The reply)

The storms may be scary,

The seas may be rough,

But there is no thought scarier,

Than losing you my love.

Joined by eternal love,

Forever we shall be,

In this life and the next,

I too pledge my heart to thee.

- Aishwarya

MR. ENFIELD

I was in the middle of nowhere with lost faith and trust standing hopelessly; it’s funny how he came getting down from his Enfield walking towards me. Well actually I was in the middle of the road and blocking his way.” You could have died, miss” he said. “Oh yea I get it, you would have been held responsible for my death which is why you are showing this fake concern. Just go away” I said. Anyone at his place would have chosen to get angry and walk off, but this Enfield guy seemed different. He gave me a meek smile instead and took off. I was there crying at the side of the road for my hopeless life for the blemishes life gave me. Everything looked blur my aims, my purpose of being alive. I got up and walked towards the middle of the road to end my life. I could see a truck coming to hit me. 3....2....1….I counted to myself and closed my eyes to embrace death…Wham the truck passed by me, honking as it went, and I was pulled back by someone. “Who the hell is pulling me??” I screamed and tried to resist the pull. But the force was stronger .  “Why the heck do you want to die, miss??” The voice said. I turned back and it was the Enfield guy. “Stop showing your fake care, my life is none of your business so just fuck off.”  “I can’t let you die like this, at least for the sake of humanity if not anything” “Thank you for your humanity now let me go, will you??” “I will, provide you talk it out.” He said. “I don’t owe you an explanation Mr. Stranger better leave me alone.” “Fine; I will let you die if you talk things out and give me the reason for ending your life.” I had no option but to agree to this guy with a smiley face. Something lit up a hope inside me. “Ok.” I said. I was moving towards the side of the road to sit, when he said Won’t it seem odd if we make a conversation on the side of this road?? Let’s go in the city and talk over coffee.” “I am not going anywhere with you and coffee?? No way!!” “Chill I’ll have coffee you just talk.” He gave a wry smile which seemed convincing I wondered how. “Have a seat miss.” He said with his Enfield. I smiled and sat behind him (that smile seemed to be a smile after a decade of tears) and we whooshed towards the city.
The Enfield guy stopped in front of Café coffee day the best place for a coffee. It reminded me of my past with the guy whom I loved. We used to come to the same place every Sunday and talk over coffee. Tears rolled down my cheek again. He peeped on to my face from beneath and asked, “Shall we proceed??” “No I don’t want to go anywhere will you please just leave me where I was?” “But the deal isn’t done yet miss…so you just can’t leave.” “But…it’s the same place….him….Sunday…” I mumbled. “Oh I get it. But I think you should start with going up there with me and change your past.” He said. “Excuse me??” I looked surprised. “I mean you start with the same old place and get over it.” “I don’t want to get over anything please; I am here just so that you let me die peacefully. Just kidding; you are definitely dying today, no new start ok. It’s just that I love the coffee here so let’s go.” That felt annoyingly convincing. I went in with him and we sat on a table right around the corner isolated from rest of the café in front of the soothing sea waves. “2 lattes” he told the waitress. “I don’t want one but” I said. “It is for me chill.”(The meek smile again)He said. “Ok.” I said and wondered what I was doing there with some guy whose way I blocked. “So tell me about it.” He said. “What do you wana know and why??” “Umm..Well I can’t let a beautiful girl die like this.” “Excuse me. Don’t you dare get cheesy with me .“I stood up to leave. “Hey I was kidding. Why do u get serious every time?? Just sit down... Please. ” “Do you have any idea what the heck I am going through?? So would you please just shut up and let me go??” I burst out with tears.”  He pulled me back and urged me into my chair. The waitress arrived with the lattes and he handed one to me. “I don’t want it.”I pushed the mug back to him. “You shouldn’t die empty stomach you know; you would be hungry after death otherwise.” He cracked a dumb joke with a sheepish smile. I couldn’t help notice that all kinds of his smiles convinced me. I gave a faint smile and sipped my latte. “Good. So tell me what your name is?” “Miss. Depressed “I said. That’s a cute name. So what’s the name of that unfortunate guy who did this to you?” “Let’s not take the name can we??” I asked. “Oh sure…let’s call him Mr. Unfortunate or better Mr. Ass.” “Ha-ha” I laughed for the first time. “You look great when you laugh.”He said “And by the way I am not flirting okay” he gave that amazing smile. “Ha-ha I get it.” I smiled to my amusement. Then I got to my past. I told him about how I and Mr. Ass met how things were and how things have become. Mr. Enfield never tried to tell me he was an ass etc. what normally anyone would do. He just said “ The Past is the past and it is dark one. So why don’t you just forget it and move on. You have a life ahead of you with millions of good things on your way just like this coffee.”He said with a convincing smile. “Lol; I don’t like coffee by the way.” “Waiter, get this beautiful lady a lemonade.” He ordered, never taking his eyes off me. I couldn’t help but smile… We left the café and headed towards Mr. Enfield’s Enfield.  “So you still want to die Miss. Depressed??” “Call me Miss. Happy.” I Said. “Whoa, that’s great.”He said. I smiled and sat behind him. The stranger guy dropped me home.
“Thank you.” I said. “You are welcome Miss. Happily beautiful .” He said. “May I know your name by the way so that I can Thank you properly. Mr. Enfield” He said. I smiled to myself as that’s what I named him in my mind. “Bye” Mr. Enfield said,smiled and drove off into the horizon.
- a guest writer- Shivani

GO GREEN - A WAKE UP CALL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4h1HEhOClk

THE MONEYBALL

Money doesn't mean everything..!!!

Reading this title you may probably have put on an opinion on me that this guy is a greedy asshole and he can do anything for money. If you think so about me then you are absolutely right. I can do anything for money (it sounds so evil) as long as it is legal. Since childhood I had this attraction for this "M" lettered word “Money”. The vitamin M. When my friends used to be engrossed buying toys I used to be glaring at the colour of notes and measuring weight of coins which my parents and relatives used to give me on my birthday for buying toys and clothes. As I grew young I came to know about pocket money from my friends but I never got any from my parents.I overcame a so called milestone in life of SSC exam things started to get clear after entering into commerce stream. I chose this field just for getting closer to my dream, money but it didnt helped much. Hardly at times there used to be something interested related to money matters. After clearing the 2nd milestone, HSC exam, I took the course of CA, hoping for something better. It was awesome as I got introduced to many beautiful things, one of which was stock market; the ultimate money multiplying machine. Finance and accounts were my heart throb, but only in the learning phase. I always used to go through this problem that whenever I used to do anything for the purpose of exams I used to lose interest in that subject. Anyways dealing through the mess I had created in IPCE (2nd level in CA) I continued my dream of money. I always dreamt big. My friends are dreaming of earning money, I am dreaming of making money. Business is the only thing I am born for and I want to make loads of money.

  It is easy to say money doesn't mean everything when you have it. God and good people might think that money should get attracted towards poor but in reality only money attracts money. The age old prophecy continues, “Rich gets richer and poor get poorer." Being a teenager is never so easy. We have to do so much of multi-tasking; studies (I know I shouldn't have said it first), hanging out with friends, gf/bf (plural for some guys), bunking important lects and going for movies (important), bird-watching, gossip (dedicated to girls) and so on. Oh, I missed one of the most important things and that is "MM" Money management.

  Finally I arrive at the main topic (intro was too long it seems)! How does it feel when you smell something mouth watering delicious food being cooked on some stall and you are damn hungry and you put your hand in pocket and just feel the cloth of your jeans! Or after wandering a lot in scorched Sunlight when you see a juice center and check out your wallet and can find nothing more than train tickets or some unwanted papers! If that is not enough take this one, when your entire friends plan for a movie and you plan for an escape route just cause of your empty pockets!

  Money has its own importance at every stage in our lives, whether it be teenage or old age. Accept it or not, it hurts a lot when the money we save need to be paid towards contribution for our friends birthday gift. In today’s modern world nothing can make you feel more secure than your pockets filled with few bucks. For a teen like you and me, when we have our pockets empty we look like the most innocent creatures on this planet (most sacrificing also). Seeing tasty food we turn our faces and if friends say, “Let’s have it!" You reply, “It’s not hygienic, I know a nice place, we will go there tomorrow." Next stage, when we have few bucks, say 20-50rs. we feel safe, relaxed and like a normal human being (innocence is reduced). If we see tasty food then we can at least see it and think about having it (alone!!!).

The last stage is my personal favorite; I will name it the "Richie rich" stage.

We are 'The King' and at the top of our world. In this stage not only will we eat the delicious food but start giving treat to our friends (especially if there's a gal in group). We suddenly become soo generous that we start lending money, that to without interest. If care is not taken, not much time is needed, converting from lender to borrower Or else from 'The King' to 'the King of beggars'

 Money is such a thing that if we don't have it we want it and if we already have it then we want to have it more. I remember old English saying, “Man made money and money made man mad!" People say money cannot buy happiness. When a person is dying and is in urgent need of money for operation and if someone provides him with the required amount, then that someone suddenly turns from a normal human to almighty god. Those tears of happiness in the eyes of his family are unmatched. Except the air we breathe, we need money for everything, now a day even for water. Money is needed for fulfilling our every want, wish, desire and dream.

  Guys to be frank in today’s 21st century money means everything. Parents are behind us (it would be apt to say with a whim) yelling at us to study. "Study harder"..."there is a lot of competition out there"..."it’s not easy to even earn a rupee outside"..."You cannot withstand outside world without money" these are some of the common sayings in every teens life. Some of us take them seriously and study hard, score well and may make good money by working in some corporate firm. Some of us take them for granted and spend their entire life sucking their parent’s money. Later when they become parents, they start realizing their mistakes. The last class is where i belong. We want to make our own money, don't wanna depend on anybody. We listen to parents but still do what we dream for, what our passion is. I personally feel these kinds of people make their own way, make a lot of money and do justice to their work. I want to be an entrepreneur (The biggest). Money means everything to me because after earning heaps of it I want to spend it for another secret dream of mine. Since childhood I am hearing that the gap between rich and poor is widening, I want to stop it. I want to make poor people enjoy nice food, clothing and shelter, eliminate the huge mass of beggars and fulfill the dream of one of my ideals A.P.J. Abdul Kalam. I want to restore the golden glory of our nation and utilize full potential of our nation. Even today what our country needs is "Capital" as it is already blessed with the best of the minds, natural resources and souls. I want to set an example for many. I want to make money like Warren Buffet and Ambanis and use it wisely like Ratan Tata and Bill gates.

 Money is not a bad thing. I know people say "money kills" but that depends on how we use it. People say money separates families; turn brothers into enemies; and only bring sadness. "Money is a curse". I don't believe in it. My family and friends say that I don't have a single penny in my pocket that's why I talk like that. But that's not true. I know I won’t sell my soul to money. I love money as I know that can only be the solution for problems it has caused. Youth needs to understand that without money there won't be a future. I don’t say rob banks or earn money by illegal means. Make money by working hard, many have made it so why can't we!

 There's a lot to say but I will write it after I have my pockets filled. Let’s see if money can change me or if I can change things with money. Some of you guys won't agree with me but after all every coin has 2 sides. I will end this by saying one last thing, “Money means everything to me!!!"

-100 Godzz (Saurabh)

STUDENT'S LIFE

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    Its 5:00 am in the morning, you are in the bed, alarm on your phone rings

-         and at least you have snoozed it off 5 times. Somehow you get up and then think “should I go to college today?’ The answer is obviously NO but on the other hand you also think that sitting home is of no use. Mom and Dad keep on saying “Its 8:00 am and still you are sleeping!” (as if they are jealous that they can’t sleep much). They just want to criticize what you do. “You spend 10 hours on your sleep, it cost you too much”. You just want to avoid this kind of situation. Then the situation anyhow comes to studies. They will surely insist you to study now just because you haven’t attended your college (as if we study in our college).

-                      Then you decide to go to college, you are already 20 mins late for the lecture and you ask the professor whether you can walk in and he is like “I have seen you for the first time, you don’t seem to be regular (you asshole)” and he argues with you. Again teacher starts giving you a lecture about your irregularity in the college and blah blah, blah blah blah.  finally you are out of the class. You don’t attend lectures anymore. You keep chit chatting with your friends, go to gymkhana, canteen and just hang out.

            You again reach home. Mom asks you for the food and you are hungry too. Then you would surely like to pass some time by watching T.V or movies on your PC. This gives another opportunity to give up a short lecture, “Why are you wasting your time in watching movies , go and study exams are nearby”
Finally after arguing with Dad you go to sleep.

            Your Professors and Parents can never understand you. Your whole day somehow gets over with all scoldings and arguments with parents and teachers and the same continues the next day which can never end.

-                     I’m sure your best time will be to meet up your best friends (atleast for me). You can share the weirdest experiences of your day with them as they face these kinds of situations too.  In case, by chance you get some free time to meet up your friends in the evening, you are happy. But on the other hand again your parents have lots of problems . Mom keeps on calling you, you keep ignoring her phone call. As you reach home, Mom and Dad are sitting front of you (giving  indication for another lecture) and then “why don’t you understand? Don’t you know it’s too late? You don’t have time to spend with your family and can manage to meet up your friends!” Again you try to avoid them but somehow you have to listen to them.

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-Gopu 

BEING FAIL

Four days after a peaceful trip when you are relaxed sitting in your car, the AC is on, rain is there, you are in middle of facing some occult experiences and a friend calls you!

“Hey the result is out! Tell me your seat number I’ll check yours...”

“Really...no thanks” you say.

“Just tell me. Hurry I got 125 I passed!!”

Just because of curiosity and desperation of knowing your marks you leak your number.

“Just a sec”

That second makes you skip your heartbeat, stop your pulse and all other crap a k a you are dead for a second! You obliviously hope for getting cool score. It’s human nature no matter how bad you wrote your paper but at the time of result you always expect to get extraordinary score(you never say this to others but it’s in your mind)!

Well the second passes and moment arises...

“...and you got 95. Oh freak!”

“What the f***” That’s your only expression. What worst can happen you just Fail for 5 marks!! Loose a year just for 5 marks. There is no other feeling worst than being left behind. Suddenly your life turns out to be black, hopeless and pitiful!

“am sorry yaar”

“...it’s okay. Congo by the way!” and you conclude the call. After the calls follows a long long silence.

Though you are not talking from your mouth but your mind is speaking continuously, figuring what you are going to say to your family and friends more over how you gonna face them!? That’s the most difficult part. Tears come right down to your eyes but you control them!

As time passes by you learn to digest the fact a bit. But people don’t let you do that. Your friends and relatives and all and human being on the earth phone and message you asking your result and again evoke your sense of guilt.

Then comes the second stage, in college! “How much did you get...Congrats!” this dialogue hurts you every time you say it! Like a spear striking you continuously. You are in dilemma whether to be shameless and say you failed or to cry every now and then either way people gonna talk about it! You see in their eye they consider you cheap and low grade! They try to give you sympathy. But no one actually cares they are busy in their enjoyment, why shouldn’t they? Your ability and intelligence is doubted. You can’t say a word.

This is exactly what Being Fail feels...

Every person face similar kind of situation in life. Not just exam but at every step of your life! Don’t consider failure a curse, it is an opportunity to prove yourself and prove other wrong! Leave the people who sympathised you in Awe!! Hit them on the face with your success.

Being fail is common but overcoming your failure is what that differs and is what that matter. Failure is recited for a day or two but success is remembered forever!

Thomas Edison said “I will never say I failed for 1000 times but I’ll say I discovered 1000 ways that can lead failure”

CHECK OUT THAT GIRL

Venue: A mall in Mumbai.

Time: 1-ish.

Bunked class.

We are sitting around the table. Me and my four friends. A bucket from KFC just sitting half eaten. Taunting us to eat more. I take out my mobile to check for any new notifications. Just then, Pranav lets out a low whistle. “Fuck yaar....” “Shit man...”

I look up to see what happened and a girl walks by me. She’s wearing a tight fitting black top. And a red mini skirt. And many inches of high heels. I looked around expecting a photo shoot or something. A photographer calling out to her. But no, she just went past us and walked in Subway’s. Of course.

I look at Amod. He’s drooling. Himanshu is waiting for his camera to load so he can click a photo of Amod drooling. 

“What do you think?”

“Arsenal.”

“Yup. Definitely Arsenal.”

He looks at me. “What do you think?”

“Myeh.” I grunt.

“Dude, look at her. She’s awesome. How can you not like her?”

Well, I thought, that’s the question. Do I look at girls? Sure I do. I look at them just like I read every signs I pass, or like I read t shirts. I read and forget. I don’t think about girls almost all waking moment of my life. Girls don’t influence how I plan my day. Which malls I visit (Great girls at vashi malls. Thane...ok ok) or into which First Class i get. 

I remember in ninth standard, when girls were coming out from the “playmate” zone and entering into the “special friend” zone. There were tactics of how to get a girl talking, how to get into a relationship with a girl, how to get her kiss you.

And there I was. Engrossed in Most Wanted. (If you don’t know what it is, Die.)  I was busy rising up on the black list and beating Razor. And the only thing I wanted was my BMW M3 GTR back.

While the ‘macho’ boys from our class discussed the latest porn they watched, i was busy working on a game in VB script. While my friend got his first girlfriend, I won my first karate tournament. They broke up a few months later, I still have the medal.

Truth is, I don’t see the point. (No pun intended) I look at a hot girls. Yes, she’s hot. No, I’m no longer looking.

What’s the point of looking at a girl i have no intention of talking to. And i can’t even fap in public.

Seriously, It’s embarrassing. You look like the despo who gets high just looking at girls. If you have the guts, next time you see a girl you like, go talk to her. Make an approach. Be interested in how she is. Not what she is. Our generation needs to respect them. The older raped. Are we that low?

PS: To my friends who are probably sniggering, This is NOT an effect of being in a relationship. Stop laughing bastards.

Ok. Maybe some of it is.

K4VI