Timepass Shayari

I really had nothing to do, so I made this!

Like it or hate it! this is the truth.

So, what usually happens with a boy when he likes someone! The answer is down below-

Log keheten hai mohabbat badi haseen hai,

Baithe baithe lagta hai koi dream hai,

Bachpan me SRK-Kajol ko dekha filmon me,

Socha tha hum bhi raaj karenge dilon pe,

Jab life me aayi ek ladki koi unknown,

Fir kya, number chahiye tha aur karna tha telephone.

Uspe jo dil aaya mera main toh pagal hogaya,

Tension ka jaise choo mantar baadal hogaya.

Facebook pe pure din rehta main online,

Hey, ssup , How are you, I am fine!

Finally jab number mila uska,

Pata nahi, treat mein bill chukka na pada kis kiska.

Fir ek din, manhoos din, pe uska status change hua,

Aankhon pe chaa gaya jaise dhuan hi dhuan.

Doston ne mara thapad, aur pucha kya hua?

Maine bola, I need to go to the library, see ya.

Dil me dard, aur haathon me heavy books,

Abse sirf padhai, aayenge top by hook aur by crook.

Socha choddo yeh sab chakkar,

Banenge bhaiya hum bhi topper.

Books pehli baar kholi, aur dekha usko pehli baar,

Firse pyaar hogaya, kya bataun yaar!

The cycle started again, I asked myself, So?

Reply aaya, chodd kitaben aur chalu ho.

Trimester 2 - Day 1

It all started with a bus stopping at a cold and isolated place, haven for some, hell for most. I was there with my classmate and co-citizen of Bengaluru, Rohit Jones. Dragging our heavy luggage we almost made it through crawling the rocky road which leads to the main gate of the faculty. Now, this faculty, housing some great minds, some great innovators, few geniuses and almost all of wasted potential. We had just reached NMIMS Shirpur Campus.

I was happy making my way to my room. I hadn't been there for over 2 weeks. I was kind of missing my room, oh my all so cosy room. But most of all I had missed my friends. Upon entering into my room, Dhruv was there on his bed, usually with a cell phone in his hand, earphones in his ears. He too had just reached the faculty. "Back to Azkaban", was his latest Facebook status then. My other two roommates, Harshal and Aditya were sleeping, well, lying on their beds, welcoming us with just their half-awake eyes. The rest of them was covered with a thick woollen blanket. I wasn't joking when I said the place was cold.

It almost felt like the first day to college.  That’s what kind of a game the mind plays when you just take a leave of 2 weeks. The chills, the nervousness, the awkwardness, it was all weird. Personally, I thought, everyone was feeling it, trying to hide it, albeit unsuccessfully. I could see some dark gloomy faces of my classmates. Real dark and gloomy. But when you sit with your friends, you don't have to care about others. You feel something very bad for someone as long as you are occupying yourself with them. Just once, forget them and then you'll know they were quite happy and didn't at all need your sympathy. Just once, forget that they are going through whatever they are and leave them to themselves. This explains the embarrassment and crying issue. Once you do something embarrassing, the people's amplified attention towards you makes you cry and not the embarrassment.

The academics part was all boring, as usual. I had to drink a cup of coffee between classes just cause of all the drowsiness the bus trip and more accurately the lectures, was causing. You just can't resume sitting in long lectures of hours and hours after a break and however funny Harshal's jokes can get. I was immediately handed over a class work which I had to submit the day after. Understandingly, I still hadn't started doing that work.

Politics in Sports? Ouch

In India, people are known to multitask. Everyone is multi-faceted here. Singers turn Actors, Actors turn Industrialists, Industrialist turn Sports Club Owners, Cricketers turn Politicians...and as all have witnessed Politicians are into everything. Not a field left where there isn't an intervention by a well-known Politician. (maybe ramp walking is still left, I don't know!)

Now the problem is the effect of dilution with such 'out-side' people trying their hand in new things. Singers would confess that non-trained singers, who sell like hot cakes, are taking away all their lime light. A Mika song is more widely heard than maybe a jazz song. Quite True. But is there a similar problem with any Sports Body? Are Politicians (even a Cricketer turned one; once a Politician, forever a Politician) diluting the overall effect a Sports Body has on its Sports? Are the multi million dollar franchise owners actually have any sense of Sports to even have a say in it? Does having money (LOTS of) in your pocket actually gives you a right to ruin/uplift a Sport?

These questions cannot be answered. Of course, any one can give certain names and prove all the above questions redundant. But I am afraid there are more names which come up in my head to make me look stupid asking those questions. Yes, there's a difference between the two.

Yes man!

I repeat Once a Politician, forever a Politician. Something as physical and straighforward like Sports shouldn't be under the chasms of a Politician. Politicians, the word brings an abysmal sense of disgust with it in this country. I am sorry but I don't want more money grabbing, politics playing Politicians as a Sport head. And of course, the age old question of bias-ness is amplified by such instances. I guess, everyone has watched 'Chak De'. It shows exactly why we don't need politics involved in Sports. For the dramatic liberty the movie took, it had realistically shown all the short comings of a Sports Committee. Everyone is behind money, aren't they? And Politicians are first in that race.


But for someone like me, with a pessimist approach in life, I see all the negative aspects. And negativity prevails in today's India's Sports Bodies. And my answer to those questions is NO. Let the man with a proper history of Sports, someone with steep knowledge take the chair, not someone who looks for opportunities to get richer by the second and is the idol of laziness. Hence, if a law, which bans ministers from heading sports committees should be a matter of priority for the National Sports Federations. Sports shouldn't be judged just for the heck of it. The passion, the well needed attention to a sport can only be provided by a former player or someone with the know-how of the game. Politics is best kept out of it. 


Sports is an important aspect of entertainment today. And not just entertainment, sportsperson are widely respected. Heck! Not only respected but treated as a God. But for a minute let me just think that Politicians are pure souls. And also that they can ably handle the ever attention needing Sports Bodies. So, now a question comes in my mind, Will they be able to manage a sport on a nationwide scale? And in even sports like Football today you have a Manager who is just like the titular head of the Club, while all the decisions, player interactions are carried out by the assistants. Its not a lie that Politicians have many Assistants (Chamchas). He, with all the knowledge of the sport, can only give a fraction of his attendance to the Bodies. He has more important duties to cater to.


A bill was to pass in 2011, a Sports Bill. It said that Sportsperson were to speak their minds out about appointing a new Head. The same bill was rejected by Politicians who were Sports Heads. It was agreed by all the other people. Remember the days when Politics was just Politics, plain running of the nation. We were qualifying for the Olympics, we were winning the Olympics. Just about that time Politicians started to poke their noses around. And the Result? Cricket, the highest income sport today in India, is played throughout the country. I wouldn't be wrong if I said that at any given point of time, half the population is playing cricket. It was a money makers market. Politicians reached there first. Applied Fevicol to their seats and haven't risen from that seat for a long time.


And we can not forget that some of these Politicians are a also owners of some multi-million dollar franchises. Now just for a second imagine why a prominent Politician, who also happens to be a Policy maker in the Indian Government, will have some stake at a Sports Club. If he isn't in for the money than I don't quite think he is in for his undying love  for that sport. Wow! What a day would that be! But its quite agreeable that ruthless business is a part of our lives but I don't think wasting a prominent seat of head will do any good to the sport.



Its like riding a bike. The person behind you with no knowledge of how to ride a bike wants to ride it. Obviously, there's an accident in the making.

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Settle in - check. Make Friends - empty

My condition isn't as dark as it looks.

For someone as socially awkward as me, its been really tough (read impossible) to make new friends here at my new place in Bangalore. For what the city provides with its citizens, the endless amazing things, I haven't been able to even avail one of them. The city is all fine and stuff but at the end human being need friends, a social life (which I have been so long devoid of). Sigh.


The society I live in is a pretty big one. Surely that depends on your definition of big. There isn't much mixture of different kinds of people here. By that I mean the cultural diversity here is next to none. And having been travelling in this city for a month now, I have come to the (blind) conclusion, that I will rarely find any body other than a Kannada person here. Gulps. Scary truth. And yes, I did find some Marwaaris here and some Gujraatis there. Honestly, You can always find a Gujraatis and Marwaaris in every trading related business and metros. Universal Truth.


But I am not all alone in this society. I have my Massi here (the reason why we chose this society). Her three kids are an amazing lot. Full-on timepass masti is expected from them. But they may seem too disciplined to someone who has been accustomed to Mumbai style masti. So there, the only Social life I have goes for a toss due to age difference and varying levels of intensity of masti. But they are good enough to catch a new movie (Teri Meri Kahaani, their wish). But only sometimes. Sometimes they have to study (The Amazing Spiderman, my wish).


So, I guess this comes down to me. The shy guy from Mumbai is a moron. Yes, my thoughts  precisely and even maybe the people who even remotely know me or notice me. Believe me, I tried everything I could to let everyone in my society know that some new family has come here. Here's the things I did-
1.I went walking everyday, albeit silently, with iPods on. No one came to talk.
2.I practised riding a Scooter here. No one came to talk.
3.I tried walking with my cousins. No one came to talk.

Odd one, out please!

I can sense people have started noticing me. A fat is guy is notice-able from a kilometer away. And oh, the stare people give here if you clothe differently. The other day my maid was telling my Mom, "Aapka ladka half-pant mein hi ghar se nikal jaata hai kya? (You son goes out in a half-pant only? )". That was shocking but at the same time it was the truth. I have hardly seen anyone (my age) wearing a three-fourth or shorts (half-pants). Bangalore is different.

Exactly how are we supposed to make new friends in a new different place ? 
I am even that kind of person who tries looking that up in 'wiki-how'. My society doesn't have any clubs, nor social service drives. 


And here I am taking solace by letting know strangers about my plight. What irony!

Comeback

All of you who are assuming that I am done with blogging, well, You couldn't have been more wrong. I am currently sitting here at my house, in Bangalore, listening to music and simultaneously writing my comeback blog post. A comeback because when a (self-proclaimed) writer doesn't publish anything for a month it means he has been doing some other worth-while activities. These activities in turn improves his writings. Bored already? Expectedly. Grab your snacks, its a long read this one.


So, lets do a recap, shall we?


My last post was a very bad poem. The worst actually. But when tragedy strikes, everyone becomes a Devdas and I am no exception. The tragedy I am referring here is letting everyone down. Yes, I let everyone around me, my parents, my family, down cause I didn't score a 100% in my HSC and didn't clear the nation's top examination. It may sound stupid now but frankly I never wanted to. In no mood to elaborate.

Thats's the truth. Along with some other problems during the last two years that I have gone through, this, was like the nail to the coffin. It was fate only which closed all the doors for me. I wasn't making any progress, not studying, all my fault. I have to rightly bear it too now.

Rajasthan

I was very sad for a few weeks. I was at Rajasthan at that ill time when my HSC result were displayed. I was clearly upset. But then it ceased to be a problem anymore. I didn't care. I instead focused my attention to travelling and really having a good look at my homeland after a long 5 years wait. I was enjoying. Only to my bad luck, it was about to end.


I came back to Bangalore, a new city to me to live. My parents had already began assuming I didn't do well in my other exams too. They were right. I didn't. Like me they also had stopped caring. They knew the last two years weren't good to the family. They had forgiven me I think. But they didn't stop making sly comments on me in front of me. Typical. It didn't matter. They were just venting their disappointment. I was cool. Calm. Not letting the emotions get the better of me.


And thus having performed not upto the mark in any exam (except one), began my search for an Engineering College. Dad still had to ask me what I wanted to do for that. He was just confirming if I won't disappoint them again. I hope not to this time.

Bangalore, the IT hub of the country, has some very good institutes. We began searching. But good things come with a price right. Donation, or as the Colleges like to call it "Development Fees", were insanely expensive. They didn't even have a look at my marks (which aren't so bad as you think). I was finally understanding the meaning of 'Time Wasted is Time gone for ever'. I had wasted my 2 years of my life and clearly I was about to pay,literally, for that.


Amidst all this, I had cleared an exam for a Good College in Mumbai. The only thing which stopped me thinking about it were the fees. Ridiculously high. It also had an off campus somewhere near Nashik, which didn't have much fees. Donation had to be given for admission to a Bangalore College. Mean while, I missed the counselling date for that Good College. I was interested. But Dad wanted a Bangalore College. Whatever the price.

I don't know how but a few days later he asked me what I wanted to do. Especially from where. I thought after my disappointing act I may never get a say. I was ready to do whatever he wanted. He pushed me for the answer, by being friendly. I answered. And before I knew it I was en route to Mumbai for my admission.


Having called that Good College's Office regarding the counselling date, they just answered, "Bring the DD". People and Money. The Mumbai College of that Institute was well full. I had already gone with a mind to take admission for the off Campus College near Nashik. The Counselling of other students, students who were below my merit, was taking place by the time I reached. And to my great horrors, the seats available for Comp Science Engg were....4. I was worried. Expectedly. I didn't want IT or Civil. I wanted Comp Science. But it was beginning to seem that Fate was playing its game...yet again.

I explained my situation for missing my Counselling date. I was let in. But this time had to be the only time the Associate Dean of the off Campus College wanted to give a lecture. I was cursing him in my mind.
The seats remaining were being displayed throughout the college through the use of Projectors, everywhere.
He talked about the facilities there.
..3 seats left...
A new program they were going to launch next year.
...2 seats left..
He answered some queries.
...1.


I was about to have a heart attack everytime that page refreshed. I was so damn cheated again. Fate is ruthless. They finally began the seat filling part. I had to explain my situation again. A new room had to be reached. My father and I ran. Only an idiot misses his Counselling date and runs at the last seat available, right?
...1...
This room was the Seat Allocation room. I had to again explain. But the person there had to ask 5 different people including the Associate Dean, The Director, The Supervisor before putting a request for the seat.
...1...


Just as I was about to kill him ( I would have), I was given the LAST REMAINING SEAT for Computer Science. Luck? Fate? I don't know. God's blessing? Probably.


...0...

So, there I was finally admitted to NMIMS' Mukesh Patel Institute of Technology, Shirpur Campus for a B Tech in Comp Science.


That wasn't the end of the crazy adventure which took place a few days ago. More to follow.