An Apology

I am sorry my friend for doing this to you
leaving u like this with nothing to do
i know no one visits u any more
infact with u dormant, u exist they dont know

But sweetheart what do i do
its gone for a six, try as hard as i do
like a bird for migration,
its gone to hell my stupid imagination

haan par promise i'll bring it back
pinky(:)) promise i do
that i will write something soon
my poor blog i hope forgive me u do.

Faccha Times...

I remember when I came to IIT I was full of expectations. I had heard so much about this fabled place and ,more importantly, worked so hard to get here. If stories were to be believed this place turned people into geniuses, taught an education unknown to anyone else, created engineers fit enough to change the whole universe...

Today, it’s been almost an year. I have lived my faccha days and am ready to move on to a respected second year ‘Sir’. And boy has it been a journey of revealations...
I have learnt a lot in this one year... Oh no... Not engineering. But lots of other things. For instance, 101 ways to commit fraud, lying out of your hat and proving it to be true, cheating on exams... the list is endless.

Yes, truly IITians are exceptional people with exceptional intellect. But what happens to them here? They are introduced to a world where slowly they metamorphose into students fit enough to go to any regional college and blend in with the crowd there. In all our exams there is no application of the brain. Bas paper ke ek din pehle tut laga ke chale jaao. Number aa jayenge. Nahin aaye? Koi baat nahin paper milne ke baad likh likh ke number le lo. Fir bhi nahin aaye? Toh fir Chill Maar naa Launde!!!
(Application of mind toh agar hai toh hai sirf aur sirf Poltu mein...And about that I shall not speak.)

Am I lying? Am I venting my own frustration cause I am a ‘maggu’?

No.

Look within yourselves...How many times have we asked or rather begged our peers for proxies? How many times have we gone for hostel extra currics and compromised on our Acads.? How many times have we fooled the TAs by doctored readings and graphs. How many times have we forced the poor professor to make an easy paper just to make us pass. How many times have we frowned on the handful of ‘maggus’ who take it upon themselves to fulfil the responsibilities of us all?

Innumerable my friend, innumerable. And when we could have avoided all this... when we could have avoided losing our own self respect just by studying that hour a day which while preparing for JEE was tuppence to us. Think my friends. Introspect. Are we doing the right thing? Realise yours, mine, our true potential.

Yes we turn into geniuses... Geniuses capable of fooling anyone in the world. Yes we are taught an education unknown to anyone else... one which educates us on the fallacy of moral behaviour and the encouragement of ruthless achievement. Yes we become engineers fit enough to change the universe... but not through science but through unscrupulously illicit acts.

You might close this window in disgust. You might form an opinion that this blog sux majorly. You may comment on the author ki yeh saala hi aisa hoga. You might even curse the webmaster who din intervene to block this article. All this you’d do if you were not an IITian.

But if you are an IITian... you’d be hanging your head in shame...

Birth... and Death

I couldn’t understand what was going on. I was hungry, thirsty and more importantly feeling immense pain around the center of my stomach. Moreover I was dirty... covered in some fluids. And to top it all my ears were being bombarded with crass cacophonous screeches. What else could I do but protest. And unaware of any sensible means of communication I started crying.

The lady covered in white who had so far been carrying me took her hand towards my nether regions and nearly dropped me... Hey what the hell do you think you are doing... was what I wanted to say. What came out instead(from some unknown lady’s mouth) was, “Oh my God. Are you sure its a girl!”.
Girl... of course I am a girl... what did u think? A boy without a penis? Idiots.
Suddenly the whole room became quiet. Thank God thought I. Finally some peace. And I stopped my hopelessly inverbose wailing.
“So what do we do now?” a heavy male voice said.
I liked the voice. Somehow it seemed comforting. I would love to hear that voice say to me, “I love you”. I wondered if it was my dad. I tried to look up kicking the poor nurse in her breasts as I did so. He was a tall, muscular man with a shock of jet black hair. Standing next to him was an old lady with an expression on her face which spoke of immense grief... Hey be happy. You’ve become grandma... I wanted to say.

This time what came out was a fluid from between my legs... Shit. The strain of looking up had been too much.

I settled down again as the nurse hurried to clean me(and herself!) up. But not before I heard my newly found granny’s mouth open and say, “Salt will do it cleanly”.

Salt? Maybe she had planned a grand feast for me but the cook had messed up. Aah... th cold water felt so nice. I had a nice feeling about this place.

“Ok.”

I heard my dad say. Nice daddy. Always willing to help. If he was this helpful to his mother, he’d prolly even help me with my HW eventually.

Suddenly I felt myself being snatched away from the nurse. My mouth was forcibly opened. And it was poured down my throat. Salt.
I choked . Vomited. Felt convulsions inside my body. The last thing I heard was the shriek of the beautiful lady lying on the clean bed.
And then I slept.


Just wrote this to kinda imagine what the baby must feel like when she is killed seconds after she is born. Don’t know where the inspiration for this came from. Was stdin for my Signals and Systems quiz when this erupted. Anyways... happy reading 

My(feebly hopeless!) 55er... :)

“I still love you but not like that. Just as a friend”
“You rejected us when you ran away with him you bitch. Go die if you wish. You have no place here”.
Suddenly, the decision was made. A jump was all it took. And yet another love story came to its clichéd, tragic end.


Lol... I recently came to know about this concept of a 55 word story so tried my hand at it. Found it a really good experience... :)