I LoVe RaiNs !!!!!!!!

I love rains.......

I dont love the croak of the frogs, the smell of earth, the smell of ginger tea, the smell of fresh onion pakodas....

I love the deafening thunder, the brilliant lightning that lights up even the darkest of skies, the loud sound of heavy rains lashing at the window that subdue all the noise around....

But most of all I like getting wet in the rains, when the tears mix with rains and no one can see tears in the eyes and all believe in the smile on the lips...

Rain rain come again.......

FeELs LiKe a FaCHCHa AgAin. . . .

Shit happens… I keep coming back to this particular statement. Looks as if this statement is destined to stick around with me for as long as I am alive. Then again, I guess it happens to everybody and most of them don’t care enough to notice or react.

PDPs (aka Personality Development Programme) have been the legacy of IIFT for as long as people have known but the batch of 09-11 gave another meaning to it. Ragging ! I mean, come on guys give me a break. Asking students to dance, shout, act and learn the names of seniors and batch mates cannot be termed as ragging in any sane part of the world but at IIFT, it is a grave and punishable offence to the extent that the entire senior batch (barring a few case studies :-p and in my friend Hari Singh’s words, people with needs to indulge) was stripped of any and every little iota of self respect. (then again these are my opinions and my opinions only). What followed was not the silence after a storm, rather it was the sudden tsunami of feelings, violent, destructive and angry from the entire senior batch, but didn’t last long enough to even cause an impact among the seniors.

Few things are pretty clear, the juniors would have the best time of their life. No PDPs, full on fun and lots of benefitting interactions from the seniors. The junior girls would not have any problems getting things don’t with so many testosterone rich seniors (already exemplified). Then again, it is just six or seven asses who give the entire junior batch a bad name. But is there a way out?

Either punish the people who were involved, which the authorities would not agree or just forgive and forget. The second option seems more feasible upon deep thinking because the boycott is not possible for an entire batch especially with so many traitors around.

I told Manish, that we all are nice people deep down in our heart, at least most of us are (again exceptions already mentioned) and we would not be able to stay angry with the juniors for a very long time. Only the 4 affected and a few of them like me who can’t forget the humiliation and the arrogance. I for one can’t forget the ones in the juniors who did it and the seniors who were still kissing their asses the very next day. Period.

GoD iS uNFaiR !!!

It is a hidden fact and the unfairness is all around.....Those who dont want to accept it, hide it behind the various things like Murphy's law, Law of averages etc etc, while other hide behind things like karma, destiny etc etc or cliched sayings like, whatever happens happens for a reason and for the good.....I can go on and on but the essense remains the same.....

Think about it....Hasn't it happened to you that you worked your ass off but didn't get the expected returns?? (Must have happened the other way round too, but that would be so conveniently called luck or the benevolence of the Almighty.....)

Whatever way u put it, it is still God's unfairness.....(though the very existence of God itself is a debatable topic, let's just give the victims of the world's most successful mass delusion some leeway...)

There is another thing that is used to cover this up, its religion, which is a weapon of mass delusion....the fear of hell, the greed of heaven....They say moksh is like attaining true spirituality and a level of contentment, but the greed of moksh is still greed...right???...Then why is this greed right....People aspire and desire moksha but that is fine since it is....

But no, that is not branded as greed but if i say that all i want in life are the 3M's (Money, Mansion and Mercedes) then I am labeled as greedy and materialistic....Just because these things can be bought by money...But isn't moksha gotten by flattery of the Gods....

ReMiNisCEnCinG tHe GeMs Of My LiFe Written By ThE SaANp

To The Gems Of My Life: Vishal, Nitin. Arun, Jyoti, Anuja, Ruchi, Neha, Sneha and Pawan (don’t need to write his name here because he has been there for as long as my poor memory takes me): the only good things that came out of my otherwise forget-worthy stay at SSGMCE.

I do not know why I write this because I do not want to believe that I am missing the one place that I had thought I would not ever miss. It is more than that I guess. It’s more about what that place gave me that I want to mention today. Apart from the gems (only the above mentioned people can understand this part), I think what that college gave me was the education of my life. People called SSGMCE a college but I had always preferred to call it “PLANET SHEGAON”. It was a living organism, with a host of beings. Now I know I am a mean mean person but I cannot make myself to call them humans, at least not educated and thinking ones. They were more like animals (now that would make Maneka Gandhi flip in her sleep and all animals take an offense) so let us just call them beings for now.

They taught me what the caste divide was (at least they tried, but the fact that I could not learn was my doing and my doing only). They taught me that one could not trust everyone and also that there was no test of trust other than the test of time itself. They taught me that people used other people till and when they needed and that friendship for some (unlike me and what I had seen) was just a zero sum game. They taught me that the best defence was silence and that silence was the hardest argument to refute.

Enough about those beings. This aint bout them but this is about the people I love and the people that I got during my stay at that college. Somehow the memories that I mentioned above are all hazy. All I remember are the late night snacks at the canteen, the mango shake, lassi and aam panha, the poha and the tea with parle G, the bakar before the exams, the trying to cheat at the exams and failing at it, the studying at the library(which meant everything but studying.), the movies at Akola, the rallying around akola on the bike, the masti at Krishna, the masti at Rasika, the masti at the temple while waiting for darshan, the studying and teaching sessions before the exam, the panic attack before results. the masti afterwards at pune, the coffee at Durga, the paratha at Chaitanya, the late night walks and coffee again, the fashion street shopping………

Typical masti of colleges and I had my share too but it would not have been possible without the awesome friends that I have. I was the saanp (read snake: for some screwed up reason) but still I am glad I was lucky enough for them to make me their friend.

This is for you guys: Vishal, Nitin. Arun, Jyoti, Anuja, Ruchi and Pawan : who are still there with me, and for Neha and Sneha who chose to move on but nonetheless would always be dear to me and very near to my heart. Love you all always and miss you forever…….

Have you ever been in love ??

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable, so weak. It opens up your heart and so that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences, you build up a whole suit of armour, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life and nothing is the same again...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They become a part of you. They didn’t want to be. They do something dumb one day, like hold your hand or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.