Monday, November 28, 2011

Just Kidding !!!1

When I was a kid,

The honking school bus was my ultimate driving machine, The fear and loathing of Zee horror show made sure that I don’t wake up for a pee, The only time I devoured 3 chapatis was when mom served the left-over mutton curry @dinner, The ideal Sunday was cartoons-comics and cricket, The securest place (where no god-damn-ghost could enter) was sleeping between paa and mom, Subjects like dictation, craft and moral science were somehow a fearful proposition, the only thing that I bothered to wipe my hands and face after a meal was my mom’s saree, Evening prayer was an effort to battle mosquitoes and keep singing in unison at the same time, to avoid interruption of Rangoli-I kept the toilet door open and did the needfulJ, Big Babol(and big fun!) cards were something more precious than anything, The only plea/excuse at exams was a loud cry, Knees and elbows seemed to be the infinitely skin rich parts of the body, The birthdays were all about gifts and “whistle blowing”, The PTA meetings always ensured that my lunch was served only when my father came back from workL, A very late night sleep meant going to bed at 10:20 PM after being bored by the TV commercials during the Friday DD movie, speeches were prepared well before and forgotten after saying the topic, Superheroes came in dreams and lasted for 8 hours, Bravery was rushing 5 metres into the sea and coming back escaping the waters, Sachin winning the match meant a glass of Pepsi@ the next meal, Holi was a colourful vengeance, Being sick meant seating on the best chair-Mom by my side serving apples and soup-brother tuning Cartoon network-papa saying “okay you won’t go to school tomorrow”, train travel meant a ruckus as I often ended holding hands with the wrong parent, clearing contra and Mario stages meant pride among the friend circles, the only escape to adventure meant playing in puddles, Syringes were thought of being the most dastardly instrument ever, 3 consecutive sixes in ludo meant something to brag for the entire day, the only person who was accused of a fart was meJ,Tiffin breaks at school meant rock-paper-scissors, standing on the board of a scooter meant the top of the sky, the toughest word to spell was Mississippi, the reaction after the screening of ‘Jurrasic park’ was ..”dare not come home, my papa will smash you all”, 3 Gollies of Enid Blyton took about 3 years to read, Grandparent meant a store house of stories, The first rack in the refrigerator was the only place to grope when the lights went outJ, the painting scene in titanic meant an automatic head swing to the rightJ, ass meant a beast of burden, rubber indicated an eraser and cats and pussies were recited in aplomb in rhymes...........

Dylan’s-Times they are a changing never was more true L

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The road to wordition

The past 3 weeks have been quite a handful.As expected the exams were pure reflections of what the grey cells absorbed and how much could they reciprocate at familiarity in the question paper.The brouhaha over the 'backing waters' seems to be on track of fame and adulation.I seemed to enjoy my part in framing questions for the online el'dorado: where gold is replaced by the witty gritties-at each stage a word will open doors to the next puzzle.Rebus,poetry,codes,queer connections,reading between the lines etc formed the order of the day and I, being a quizzer tried to do justice to the plethora of trivia and repository of information floating around.
November 5 has always been the day of a rebel and I commemorated the Fawkes day by conducting a "V quiz"- all themes shall begin with the letter V.It was really tough to manage 30 odd questions, devoid of any plagiarism,eyeball grabworthy in a span of a week.
After the exams, as if it were the pompous homecoming we had our jigs and jugs in campus-being a teetotaler was never difficult and with each such 'K'arousel I feel an air of desolation,segregation and ostracizm :o .The week ahead promises more adventure, more penning down, my very own errata bureau activities and a spate of quizzes

The lighter vein: I topped my mess with the food bill :)
proud moment,taking a bow and an arrow toooooo :P

Friday, October 28, 2011

verily, the vesper calls

In here I would like to dissect some of the commonest phrases,idioms an sayings in my way There would be a semblance of Sheldon,Weaving and some of the grandiloquent in history but believe me this will be entertaining.

1) 'A stitch in time saves 9' :


A complex embroidery loop in the temporal position of events relative to the annals of the universe can help you preserve the first composite lucky number ...

2) To upset the apple cart:

Afflicting an anxious uneasiness or grief to an inanimate wooden mobile structure serving the purpose of transportation laden with an abundant malic acid compound that is largely colored towards the end of the visible spectrum..

3) Where there is a will there is a way:

If you possess the testament that manages to ramify the necessary wealth and property to a highly chosen lot, then you are almost with certitude to extricate from the quagmire of delusions a path that leads to your destiny...

4) A little learning is a dangerous thing:

A diminutive activation of the grey cells of the cerebrum along with the excitation of the fovea centralis of the eye can only be worthy of being braided as something which may foster a dastardly repercussion towards the flora and fauna, disturbing the wave function and causing cataclysm

5) Skeletons in the closet:

The Greek root for dried body, forming the outer bulwark of the homo sapiens is to be observed by the cones in the ocular region, and as per necessary chemo-receptors successively is sent to the brain and encountered in the present world in a hollow,wooden cubicular structure serving the purpose of preserving bodily garments

Thursday, October 20, 2011

God Itz killing me :(

What happens when a person realizes a dream....What does he do when he sees opulence and luxury rotting...... What good does it do when he innovates something bad, people appreciate and he pounces on to perpetuate more filth.....How does he tame his horses....What does he do when he gets the rude shock that he has crossed the line....When the kid in him looks up in awe to the monster that he has turned...What occurs when he starts sounding arrogant and demeaning.....What shall he do when he finds adulation to be a intoxication...How badly he craves for the old self...devoid of all these bacchanalia......

He quits....

Friday, September 30, 2011

My most celebrated Lair


After belling the hyped CAT, I am in the process of taming the RAT-frantic sessions,tiring lectures, hackneyed sessions, biting retorts, habitual harangues, carousels and bacchanalia seem to inject a new serum in me.What was a laconic-i-live-in-my-space fellow has turned into a bellicose-eat-live-facebook nerd !!
Of all the things that I seem to miss, movies are my far the 'pie in the sky'.In here, in K-land, I somehow rediscovered my love and indulged madly in the past week.Although I failed to keep track of my cinephilia, still i safely presume it would be a sizeable number.'Escape from Alcatraz','Lucky number slevin','Harsh times','Willard','Of mice and men' were some of the paintings of the tinsel town that I leapt into.
Boy....wouldn't it be nice to live movies ??

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The art of applause


The world of presentations and lectures have traditionally been dialogic.Although the vocal chords and guile of being a prestidigitator works well for the presenter still there exists an inseparable part in the form of the class that I call as "clappers"
A panegyric to them :

Solitary Reaper-1 clap,no takers
The damp squib- All hype but ends up in a whimper
Eargasm errr-Of decibels and cacophony
The synthesizer-one who begins the frenzy

The eunuch-the propensity to clap for anything and everything
The insensitive moron-One who doesn't clap whatsoever
Conjugal refulgent-clap 'celebrating' others, well 'screwing' in more than one ways
Long tailed-The never say die(unless those around quell him)
Headbanger-the app loose cult :)

credits: Ashish Tickoo , Bhawani Dwivedy and Aditya Agar(apart form me ...)

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Paxi's Journal : Entry 2

The tinsel town which was forlorn for a week , is agog and brimming with the plaintive whines.My friends who ventured out to seek their loved ones have returned victorious, laden with a rich platter.Some samaritans bothered to notify to the hungry gourmands and rest stuck to the Hammurabi's "eye for an eye".The week before was spent amidst jigs,jugs and cunning stunts.Now I find myself tethered to taxing projects and exercising my quadriceps femoris for the zillion trips to the library and study hide-outs.The decadence has percolated deep and I see some of my best friends bow down and give in to the fuming white stick.I manage to find some solace in yesteryear songs and lay some foundation bricks in my sanskrit escapades.I think the vicissitudes and ladies have got a perfect alluding prey in me...................