That was the Night Before........

5 tips to do well in exam ( I have read it somewhere during my childhood days.)

1> Eat a well Balanced Dinner.
2> Get a full night Rest.
3> and the next day. Wake up.
4> Eat a well Balanced Breakfast.
5> Leave early for the exam. (Don’t forget to have Curd).

Yeah these may work for them who have prepped well the whole semester.
What about those who are still searching for the syllabus the very last night before the exam. Some still are unaware about the fact that there is a exam tomorrow.

And if it comes to fear;
Darrte toh hum kisike..... Baap se nahi.
Par apne Baap se darr toh lagta hi hai.

And some talks about the MOOD;
"Bhagwaan ka diya sab kucch hai,
  Books hai, Notes hai, time hai,
  Aur Honsla toh itna hai ki .....
  Jab chahun khambe ukhad sakta huin,
  Jab chahun padh ke top kar sakta huin..!!
  Parr ek baat ki kami hai.... yeh MOOD saala bantaa hi nahi.

But, believe me those days were awesome.

Those tensed nights, those unfulfilled dreams, that hard coffee, those cheap cigarettes, those Midnight alarm and a hope to fight the lone battle the very next day.

And Some are ready with the excuses for skipping exams:-
“I missed the exam because I consumed a bag of fat-free Pringles while studying the night before and the Olestra gave me anal leakage, abdominal cramping, and diarrhoea”.

Understood anything??

Even the Professor is busy  understanding what the actual problem is? :P
Some one rightly said "The best way to convince someone is to confuse someone."

Some are ready with their master plans: - How to spend 3 hrs in the exam hall?

2:00-2:10  Write the reg no. & subject code.
2:10-2:40   Read carefully the instructions given.
2:40-3:40  Read the question paper twice.
3:40-4:15   See if you understand any questions and write whatever you want to.
                      (FAKE it if you cannot MAKE it).
4:15-4:20  Ask for water & drink,
                     Next go out to the toilet to know “Kis kis ki phatti padi hai??”
                     That gives you confidence that you are not alone.
4:20-5:00 Dikhaa Saale!! Pass karaade please, Agle baar se pakka padhke aaunga.

Every semester, the schedule has played its negative part followed by some sleepless night.
(Movie, Masti, Mazak suddenly turned into M for Maatam).
Things completely changed, those deserted addaas.
That VLC media player turned Adobe Reader.
Those playing cards turned exam notes.

That wall once posted with erotic hot girls turned the one posted with equations & formulas.

But despite those, a belief is there to strive hard for it and success is all ours.

Those shattered books, Those pirated DvDs, That afflict desktop-monitor, Those crippled Ear-phones,That torn mattress, Those uncooked Maggi and 2-3 heads coming out of a shared blanket (Always had a Tortoise feeling from that).

And a kameena always there within us only reading PREVIOUS YEAR QUESTIONs and keep asking everyone “Previous year padhucha ki naahi. Sabu seithiru Asiba”.

And a long queue for the toilet, that exposed hairy-scary legs and those towel pulling. It all became the part of that night where we have started our mission to do or die.
That oath “Back laagibara naahi”.

But the thing that counts for us is the patience and the courage we showed!!
Don’t know where that energy comes from at that point of time. Even Einstein’s  mass-energy equivalence ( e= mc2) fails to get a relation out of it.

Today when I have the splash back of those memories, i never have a glimpse of those grade-sheets, but the pictures that roll over are those punchy-crunchy preparation.
That preparation which taught me that team-effort, that patience, that courage and never to give up.

That is what i always loved about exam.

That was the night before..............

What about yours ??                                                        
                                       Chinmay.

India : We the People

Proudly Celebrating 67th year of independence and still enjoying it.

Rupee falling down, If Newton was alive today.. he’d have redefined gravity based on d falling Rupee and we’d have a new value... Apples fall slower...!!

Prayers to God to stop rains so that our traffic moves smoothly on pothole filled roads or that demure dressing protects girls from rape (I wonder which diaper the baby that have been raped should have worn!). Few Protests, Candle March and then every one forget it and get indulges in watching IPL matches.

When a new shocker comes courtesy the ruling party. If we were to believe them than no one should be poor because you can have a meal for 12 rupees a day. Few said it depends on one's perception.
But never realized Onions in Salad are missing these days with their price touching 80's.

Stop saying we will not play cricket match against Pakistan if they attack and behead our dozen of soldiers. That's a very good excuse though. 
Stop playing politics on the natural disaster.  That's not their fault as it's Lord Indra who forgot to mend his tap which was leaking. That's why heavy pouring.

Dear Politician this game of statistics to prove that "aal izz welll" in India makes me want to throw up. You crunch the number and make some insane political statements and hope to get away, and sadly you do as many vote you back in power falling for your skewed and dishonest statements. Who do you want to fool? One does not need to be a rocket scientist to see poverty a midst your glitzy malls and gated communities. have you ever thought who build them? And how they live? And where there go? And what happens to their kids?  You come up with cleverly drafted options to meet your so called goals.

I am speechless, repulsed, sick and ashamed of being a citizen of a country where no one cares about the poor. I live in a country where girls are not safe. I live in a country where caste, creed, color, religion matters a lot. I live in a country where everyone live cause they have to. 

We have a "n" number of problems, and we have got "n+1" number of ways to compromise.

And we are still celebrating  the 67th year of Independence. 

Jai Hind.                                                                                                 Chinmay

The Indian Chopper - M.S. Dhoni 

 I recall I was in class Xth and the board exam was at the door knocking hard. 

"You have to be serious now, as you can kick start your career right at this period of time" and a lot of things which can motivate you sometime, but sometimes can put you in the pressure cooker.And if it is a cricket series lined up, that too with Pakistan in the mid of the exam, things must have to get worse.

After a 1-1 leveled series in the Test match, I recall it was 5th of April 2005, the 2nd ODI to be played against Pakistan. Sourav Ganguly won the Toss and elected to bat first. India lost Sachin for a couple as he was struggling for form with the bat that series. 

Look who has arrived now at the crease, the one from the mining state Jharkhand. 

"Kahan kahan se player utha laate hain " some body was shouting from the back.

And i was praying how India can manage to put  good runs in the Scoreboard.

The man who was at the crease with Sehwag was none other than DHONI.

Sehwag started it in style with some leg glances and some cuts above the point region.

But the main part was yet to come after Sehwag departed. It was Dhoni all over the park now and the country hinting a power hitter in the Indian Squad. He smashed his maiden century with 148 runs, and India won the match.

And the very next day, he was the topic of discussion all over. We used to copy his shots, talked about the amount of milk  in his diet, his hair-style. And the craze is on !! Every body wanted to be DHONI.

And some years later his master knock of 183 against Srilanka proved his critics wrong again.

But i don't like him that time, for his shots. They are not stylish. they don't have a definition. Only the ball is muscled to the fence. That's it. !!

Time went by. And i was in the first year of B.Tech. India in the inaugural edition of T20 WC,under the captaincy of Dhoni. 9 out of 10 , I bet have raised the voice" What the Indian team can do without the likes of Sachin, Ganguly and Dravid ?". And they got the answers when he lifted the Trophy after the breathtaking final against Pakistan.

Suddenly i started liking him, and admiring his skills to keep cool during crunch situations and was the best thing to cheer for, and learn as well.

The drought for being the No.1 test team came to an end under his captaincy when India beat Srilanka in December 2009.

And then came the year 2011. The year to be looked for as the cricketing extravaganza. The Thirst for lifting the WorldCup, the last been in 1983( Even i was not born that time).

Whenever i watched cricket with my father, he use to give example of Kapil Dev, Chetan Sharma, Srikaanth, Roger Binny. And also he talked about the charm of winning the cup in 1983.

So Winning the WorldCup is not just a glory for my country, But to show him what the generation now can do ? 

It was that night 2nd April, Billions of hearts bleeding blue, and i was one of them. Chasing a target of 275, India lost Sehwag and Sachin cheaply. ( The same Sachin went cheaply during the chase back in 2003 WC Final against the Aussies). Indian middle order has the fight of their life. After the dismissal of Kohli, He came. ( People started criticizing his decision of promoting himself up the order). But what happened next was History. The wait has ended and we are the new Champions in the Globe.

And the best thing was the finish. Length Ball !! Long On Six !! Staring at it, till the gravity pulls it down !! Removing one Stump !! and Tears of happiness. We have done it. 

I can forget cricket, But can't forget that Shot. Even i can say that to my son, what my father used to tease me with the 1983 win.

Time has changed. That is History with the paced up life and the paced up cricket all around. 

What impresses me more is the way MSD lead the team.

Whenever we win, he is GOD. Whenever we lose, Criticism talks badly. 

And we forget after all cricket is played by human beings. Some body wins and the other loses.

That's why we call it a game.

I am not talking the way the cricket has headed this part of time. I am talking about the man who serves the best for the nation. I am talking about DHONI.

"DHONI - Dynamic Hero Of Nation India "

The way he conducts himself on and off the field. You cannot be the same everywhere and Dhoni is none the less. The Dhoni we see in Cricketing field is entirely different from what he is. He is such an adorable gentleman on and off the field. He is so sincere to whatever he is doing and that keeps him moving forward to greater heights. And that's why i am the greatest admirer of him.  He has done so coming from the cricketing backwaters, and through a home-made batting and wicketkeeping technique, and a style of captaincy that scales the highs and lows of both conservatism and unorthodoxy.  

After every game we lose, people ask me " Are you Still with Dhoni ?"

And that's what i reply " aM Still with Dhoni" .

And will cheer when he will come into bat.  Cheer for MSD . Cheer for Team India.

Guess what ???  The Chopper has landed !!

                                                                              -Chinmay-

Home Coming :- A dream .

You know what is common between , When i first opened my eyes, when i first crawled, when i walked few steps and fell down, when i uttered "maa" for the first time , when i first went to school, when i stood first in the Exam ?? .........Its my Home.

This is what Dictionary says about the definition of Home.

"Noun - The place where one lives permanently", esp. as a member of a family or household.

But it definitely has a different meaning for all of us.

Things have changed now-a-days . Every body wants to get away from home,Work hard, make money, But  the missing link is the Home which has made us that capable.

Living far changes you forever. And if it's overseas,you have a different experience. You will never be the same and will never see things the same way again. 

I mentioned this to a friend after having lived abroad for half an year. He looked at me confused and responded," Oh Come on yaar , don't be so depressing !"

It happens, suddenly you changed your life styles, started compelling yourself for every disciplines.But forgot that you are from here only, the place which your body smells,sees,hears,feels and talks.

The first time i experienced it was after returning home from abroad in the late 2012 from Johannesburg. My Home town,which before had given me a sense of comfort and belonging,upon returning seemed stifling and bereft of warmth.

I moved about my days feeling that something was missing but I had no idea what it could be. I eventually came face to face with the starling reality that my home would never, ever again feel the same as it had before. I had sealed my fate the moment I had boarded that plane six months before.

I don’t think there is really any way to describe this feeling to those who haven’t experienced it themselves.  It’s a little like free-falling.  It feels as if we are floating aimlessly on restless waters.  We feel distinctly ungrounded.

What, exactly, is it that causes us to feel this way? Why is it more pronounced when living in a different country than just living in a different city? Does the degree of difference between our home country and the target country determine the degree of change we will experience upon returning?

Life is now busy with work. Tiresome is the word that is inherited and the vitamin capsules has no answer to it. Cheap voip calls to checking the conversion rate has become a daily routine. Still i am happy ?? A big question though !!!

Although it is true that those initial feelings of strangeness have subsided, I still feel that something will never be the same even now, so many years later. Yet when I am back there, I feel the pull to return here, the place I call home. It is as if I am living in a kind of suspended reality, never really here and never really there; restless.

The joy of having spent time in another country is that you slowly become a part of it and bit-by-bit one of its people. Our attention to detail is heightened and we make a concerted effort to understand and fit in until we become one with our new location.  What I have seen and felt and heard and smelled in each of the places I have lived has made me who I am, like a wine having picking up its surrounding elements.

Thus, the final question I ask myself is no longer whether I will ever have that complete sense of home again, that sense of knowing I belong in one place above all others without doubt.  I now ask myself how I can feel at home where I am at this very moment, in this place, with these experiences; each moment finding my way back home.

But i am left out unanswered ..... In fact you all are !! Still we are far away from Home. Still we are happy. Coz a fake smile sometimes can make it. A smile that comes from the face, as the smile from the heart already have perished.

To all those who miss Home ...... !!!              -----Chinmay----- 

DABBA - The lunch time experience

Suddenly I realized, i hadn't written something for a long time. The last been a 3 months back about loving someone whom you never met before.
Even the worst thing is that, I didn't even have an idea for a story. 
So it’s time to utilize Microsoft office tools and do a free writing exercise in place of a story, and simply accept my physical and creative limitations.
So it is the story of the Lunch Box – We used to call it DABBA.
The most searched item in the school bag.

“Chipun…come here!” Maa was screaming in the morning, running after me with a glass of milk in her hand. It was a regular weekday, and the bonding with my bed in the cold winter morning, still pulling me down under the blanket.

“Ohh Maa !! Can i skip School one day??” And guess what have happened next.

Lectures Lectures Lectures !! Just can close the ear and feel why i ain't deaf ?

I was now in Std-Viii , and according to me, i am enough grown up to skip milk. Small babies drank milk, and not the children who go the big school. All his friends talked about drinking cold drinks instead of milk. 

Why am not carrying chips to school instead of a tiffin box, which was carried by babies and kids.

‘Maa, please! I hate milk…’ But i never knew what i hate the most is the mandate for me L. At last got up, got ready for the school and are you still wondering what happened to the milk?? Half became a part of my digestive system (let the digestive enzyme screw that up) and half were drained off in the basin with a tight flow of water side along.

Finally it’s time to go for school, My Hercules AXN ready for the jolts on the road.
‘Wait, you’re forgetting something…’ said Maa, as she picked up the tiffin box.
“What’s there today??”  It’s your favorite Roti and Aloo Bhaja. 

So it’s time to reach the bus stop before the Bus leave the Stop. And what to say about the conductor?? He never allowed me to put my head out of the windows.
Hope i can write his name as the example of bad conductor in the electronics class. :p

It was a big group of ours in the School. Half of them are seriously studious, and few were gluttons who can eat up everything that came there way, even the chalks and the duster.

After a tiresome four back to back classes, we felt like “ chuha daud raha hai pet mein” . Seriously its not chuha, Some times Cat and dogs too !!

Even sometimes we finish it in between the classes , so that we can get enough time to play during the recess break. And even many times were caught eating during classes and were thrown out of the class and sometimes caned also.

But it was the DABBA which matters. The fight for it, the bite of the biggest slice matters as well.

The best thing is the way of approaching it .Just like the way the village dogs approach the flesh.

            Just a simple logic: -
 

            Open it, Put your hand with the threshold and close your eyes. 

        The next moment nothing is left, even no one can realize what was there inside?

            Things have seriously changed now. 

            It’s time to stay far away from home. Cook your own food.
            Pack your DABBA for the lunch and rush for the Office.
            One day I realized is it not the same story?? But the context has changed.

            Time is flying though it has not got wings. 

           That was a day of LEARNING. And now it’s the day of EARNING.

           What comes common in between is the DABBA.

           Dedicated to all my friends who are part of my DABBA journey J

One evening, it rained cats and dogs, and a few frogs and fishes too !!!

Let me Deviate myself from the topic....

Monsoons in India are really great, They can take you to the water kingdom at any instance.You can feel the essence of Vatican city and the next moment its a dream come true for you.Road turned into River, don't wonder if it is The Ganges or the Never Ending The Brahmaputra.The next moment.... Bikes and mopped transformed to the Water bikes, Mosquito nets turned into  Fishermen trapper or the Kingfisher...

Wow this is great.. This is my Country... !!

Just enjoy the Monsoon !!!

And don't Ever dare to think if i am talking about Kingfisher or the Country ... I will make a peg for you.. :P

Boys can never change ?? what say ??
And for the Girls.... Lets order a mango shake :P

Back to the Track Again
Some days in the July, And i am in my room anticipating a heavy drizzle as per the forecast.An hour later, it was still raining. I have to join Rohan's B'day party @ the Orchid.

Let's not fear the rain.... No Rain !! No Pain !! No Gain !! :D

Finally i reached the restaurant, All spongy... spongy in the sense, i have soaked enough water.

Alaaas !! No 1 here..... :( Fearing if they have cancelled the party :(

Soon i spotted a beautiful girl. Oh My G%^& !!! , She looked so pretty with the beautiful dress and a multi coloured umbrella.....

Some times you spot a rainbow after the rain and i also spotted one.I walked up to her quickly, and before I knew it I had asked her if I could know her name.She didn't smile, she just looked at me, turned around and walked away in the rain! Under her umbrella.
Laughter stroke..... Guess who ?? The devils have arrived.

My friends laughed at me. Yep, it was completely embarrassing. Even the bum on the street held back a grin. I hadn't even heard the Lonely Girl’s voice. Pathetic, I say.
 

She departed leaving me alone....;
Aur humko rakhna pada dil pe Stone .... :(

Night out Function – Hope it be a Romance on the second chance.

On another great day, I was out at a Function. And wonders of wonders! She was there, with a few girl pals. Group of girls and it's quite a relax for me as the devils can make them busy now. Perhaps it was fate. I looked at her, she saw me and then she looked away. I walked through the crowd of anxiety and walked right towards her. I walked up and wanted to speak to her.

She saw me and flashed a big grin. I was shocked. I was numb. I didn’t know her mouth could move that way! And before I could think of anything, she grasped her friend’s hand and walked away to the ladies room! And I didn’t see her again that night. But I couldn't stop thinking about her for hours after that. Perhaps even days. That was shocking. I started wondering if she had changed her hideout because I was stalking her.
Also wondering if it was .... ??? What ?? I kept myself Guessing :/

Every Dog has a day... Bowwww :X

Two whole weeks later, I walked into the cafe and there she was. 
Ohhh, I had missed her! I sat down at a table a few tables away from her. I knew I wanted to talk to her. And thank God, the cafe was quite empty. 

I went to her table.... Fingers crossed and the heart beat catching up speed.

“Hey, you can’t run away from me today. 

“What?” she exclaimed before she realized she actually replied.

“I said you can’t just avoid me like this, you know…”

“What are you talking about?”

“Can I sit down with you?”

“No, you can’t.”

“Oww… c’mon yaar, just for a minute, okay?”

“No”

She took out her wallet, paid the bill, though her coffee has not arrived.

I was completely mesmerized by her voice, but a smile was there in the corner of my lips.

Feeling the love at night

I lay awake that night and her face was in front me all night long. Felt if it is love you can even talk in the dreams.Just cannot express the way i felt. I was in the topmost of the world. jumping like a monkey, dancing like a peacock.

Is that the end ??

Then after i have never seen her. May be my fate has got some blunt edges.

But the time i recalled her face and her sweet voice , i kissed her, i welcome her with a gentle hug.

I asked :- 

"Is that love at first sight ?"
"Is that a tragic end to a never started story ?"

And lots of questions Unanswered ??? And no body to ask for the solutions ?

Do i miss her now ?? It's been a long time then ... !!

So may be its a short love story that lasts for a lifetime

"One can never tell how love can come into your life, or how you can experience your own short love stories out of the blue. But a great love story awaits all of us, and it’s just around the corner. After all, didn’t someone once say that life is a surprise!"

So folks extract as much of love you can .... finally we have to die ... so why not die in some body memories."


Ode to everybody who loved ... <3                                                   WITH LOVE
                                                                                                                    chinmay

This Valentine .... Love is Betrayed :(

Some days in the Spring 2012.
Spring.... the season of love :)

Location :- Howrah Junction. TIME :- 15.50 

After a tiresome day we three friends were waiting for our trains to join our family as its a long vacation  ahead.
Thanks to the Indian railways for the tea which they provide us (in fact all) without a pinch of milk powder, Thanks god they add sugar.

Jokes apart, we were focusing on the Sundor meye cause its always a slide show that rolls in every closed eyes(a default software that come with every boys).

And if it is BBS, just get ready for some serious laugh keeping your nostrils out, cause its only the mouth which can now be a part of your respiratory system.

And VKJ the serious love guru, Specs on and the baadshah chasma in ... "ladki ko buri nazar se nahi, puri nazar se dekho".

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"yatrigan krupya dhyan dein...gaadi sankhya ..................
 (when i was a kid always excited to know who the lady is ?? )"


Its time to bid BBS a good bye as his train has arrived.


Trojan detected..... Thanks to the scan machine(eyes of VKJ), we spotted a cute couple. The Boy has come to drop the girl.

We have witnessed many immortal love story when it come to trains , Not to forget the best one from DDLJ.


The green signal was on and the next scene the girl was at the door, and boys was getting wet ..???????   Boys getting wet :P
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Yes i am talking about the Eyes :) Dirty mind :P

The girl face was also down as she was aparting from his dream boy.


VKJ- "yeh bhagega" :)

CKP- "Nahi be, abhi bhagne ka nahi bhagane kaa din hai :P"

VKJ- "yeh pakka bhagega :)"


And the next moment he was catching speed. Usain Bolt !!!! you are gone man !!!!
Realized the Indian Olympics Association should tie hands with the Indian railways.


He ran madly with the train. At last the train won. That was the end of the platform i think.  And some flying kisses flying from both ends :)

Thought it was GLUCOSE ."Remembering the formula of glucose"  C6H12O6 ( at last copied from Google ) :( "Damn god i burnt my chemistry".


And that incident left me dreaming of lakhs of similar stories and the love that attach two hearts with a single Connecting link.


Thanks to Nokia - Connecting people and the network operators unlimited plan :)


Finally the train left the horizon with BBS and the girl.. left behind are we 3.

God save the train and the evil save the girl . You all know which evil i am talking about (B**** B**** S***** ).


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After a week we met and we were discussing about the particular incident.
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BBS - Suchna ... Janhit mein jaari !!!!
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The train left the station and it was only 10 mins, the girl got a call from the boy ,saying she is fine and promised she will call him back once she reached BBSR.


How sweet. ?????


If you are also tasting Rosogolaa now ?? I would like to say you go for a diabetis check now ??


What you think ? what might have happened next ??



The next station a boy got up in the same coach. its the next seat also. They have booked tickets at the same time.


The girl welcomed him with a gentle smile. And the next moment they are sitting together. I Think it's his Boyfriend.



Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........

Look who is sleeping ? Wake up BBS you are the narrator now ???

"Tere ko bhi glucose chahiye kya ?"


"Haan main kya bol raha tha ??"


I recall it was a small station and i got down from the train to enjoy some fresh air, cause it's the love between them which has raised the mercury up in the Coach.
They were talking about the there memories in Bhubaneswar. The girl was a student in a management school and the boy was a B.tech Student.
Who cares ??? I was bored of the talks. And also excited to reach puri as my family was waiting for me.


finally they got down @ the bbsr station. Hands twisted and the smile in the face has a lot to tell.

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Back to me .......!!!


Its a serious node now....


How ?? What ??? Why ???

God knows what i was thinking ?? .....

I was thinking of the boy who was left @ the station.... The boy who ran for his life.

Even thinking of the boy who is in the train. Unnoticed of the other boy.



So is this the way to love now a days ?? Ishq waala love to Love $** aur dhokha !!! .



Who among the three are happy ? I think none of them.....
Who is the real culprit ?? I think none of them...



So this VALENTINE ... Love is Betrayed ... :(



ode to Braj and Vikas :)
this 1 for you and for our Single ready to Mingle life.