Hope !
A friend of mine wrote this post …
What can I say … He stole my words … He expressed exactly the way I feel …
Crap talk !
I like speaking crap . Don’t you ? Yeah I mean CRAP crap , not some other crap . Meaning things that make no sense at all . So do you like speaking crap ? NO ? Why ? I mean speaking crap is one thing that I wouldn’t think of forsaking even for the world . It gives you the opportunity to express yourself without letting others realise that you’ve made a valid/invalid point . Like they say “There are some things in life that money cant buy ” , speaking crap to me is among those somethings …. oh lemme finish the phrase “There are some things in life that money cant buy , for everything else there’s Mastercard ! “
I guess you are just too arrogant to realise the importance of speaking crap . You , yes YOU , living in that so called developed society , talking all the sensible things with people and leading a life of sophisticated human beings . I guess my crap talk won’t interest you much . So I guess you’ll have to wait for another post of mine where I write something more meaningful … Till then …. Adiós amigos .
War !
The are times when morality looses its importance . And we have to fight , not because we are fighting for justice or virtue , but because we need to fight for ourselves … for our benefit . There are such times when the two adversaries fight not because one of them is right or wrong , but because each of them have interest which are contradictive of the other’s .
My hostel , the VIII block is a double seater room , meaning that there are two students living in a single room . Now in order to live a life of peace and harmony with your roommate there are certain rules that one must need to follow . Rules like not staying for more than 10 mins in the bathroom in the morning time , not farting in the room , sharing all the good food stuff one has with his roommate and etc. etc. . Now one of the cardinal rule among them is “Respecting and maintaining the peace of mind of your roommate. “
For those of you who have read my previous posts in my blog might already be knowing that I have problem when people speak alien language in my vicinity for a long duration of time . Its like there’s a manufacturing defect in me that makes my mind start translating the language others speak , irrespective of the fact that I have least idea of what they speak .
My roommate and I have been living together for past 6 months . And we had lived well … that is until now . We both abided bye the rules mentioned above. No one would stay for more than 10 mins in the bathroom/toilet and we always shared our last slice of pizza remaining that we order from Dominos .
He is a really nice guy ,always thinking of benefitting me and helping me when I require help . Whenever he sees me studying he comes to me and gently snatches my book from me saying “Abhi exams ko kaafi time hai …. Why wasting your brain power ! ” . Or whenever I have no stomach to eat the rest of the pizza that I ordered , he willing sacrifices his dietary habits and eats the remaining of my food . If I try to sleep early he wakes me up saying “Abhi toh 11 hi baje hai . Pagal hai kya jo so rahaa hai ! ” I don’t suppose I can get a better roommate than him.
I too have tried to be a good roommate . Waking him up at 7 in the morning whenever he couldn’t wake himself. Getting him a glass of water whenever he comes back tired from the Workshop class . And doing other little stuffs that in order to show that I respect his being my roommate .
Life couldn’t be better . But it could got worse ! And it did . Just because of one reason . One flimsy reason . My roommate bought a set of Creative 2.1 speaker set . Now you might be thinking what’s wrong with that . Well I agree …nothing wrong with a set of speaker . They help us feel superior than the rest of our other hostel mates ! [Like Onida tagline : Neighbour's envy owner's pride ] The problem is as I had stated above I CAN’T WITHSTAND ALIEN LANGUAGES !
So here’s the problem . My roommate is a Punjabi . And like all Punjabis he likes listening to Punjabi music . He used to listen it earlier too , only then there weren’t THE SPEAKERS . Ah ! The good old days of the headphones … But now he always uses speakers , and on top of that he plays Punjabi songs . That too for 4-5 hours at a stretch . On full volume . From to 9 pm to 2 am !
Its because of that we had a fight one day . We threw everything at each other except , perhaps for the kitchen sink . I wont describe the fight . Its would be too graphic. Just imagine a WWE Batista vs. Triple H match !
The battle is still on …We still are in a civil war ! Will keep you updated of the outcome !
NOTE : The content of this post is entirely fictitious and bears no resemblance to real life . All the things written in here have been concocted by writer’s brain . Any resemblance to of any point in this post is purely coincidence .
Nutcracker !!
In life there are times when one needs to slow down and take rest . The blazing pace of modern life is not what a fragile human is made for . So a time comes that voluntarily or involuntarily it ceases to work !
I came back to college yesterday morning at 2:30 am . Was a tiring journey . Reasons were many for the journey being tiring . Primary , secondary and tertiary … lots of them … Lasting for about 49 hours it was like the journey was made by me in order to make me feel most miserable in my life[I like making complex sentences ! Confuses the reader ].
One thing I can’t understand , one amazing puzzle that has always amazed me . A puzzle as queer as the birth of this universe . What is it ? Well it’s that whenever I travel alone in a train , there are these people I find , people who fill up my entire cabin , people who are like come in a group in large number . And they speak any and every language except for Hindi or English . I have had many single journeys in a train and every single time this happens . The first time the people who constituted this crowd were a group of Gujjus . Later next time were a bunch of Marathis and this time there were these Malayalam speaking people . Gosh ! I think its how God takes revenge from me . Revenge for eating chicken on Tuesdays [am a Hindu you see ] , revenge for not taking a fast when almost every single Hindu fearing the Almighty takes one . Please God , don’t be so ruthless . I promise never to eat chicken ever again on Tuesdays again . I promise never to skip a fast again . For you see God , whenever someone starts speaking a foreign language in front of me , my mind starts working automatically in order to comprehend what they are trying to say . And if the journey is almost 50 hours , think of what it becomes of my mind . A complete shipwreck . I then require a dozens of painkillers to numb my brain . Oh God please have mercy on your servant .
So as I was saying , this journey was no less than an ordeal to me . It started when I left for Delhi from my home in Doon . Was going great when suddenly in Haridwar a score of Marathis entered my coach , filling the entire coach with the whispering noise of Marathi language. They would talk to me in Hindi but to each other in Marathi . So there was I outnumbered by a ratio of .25:100 [ Me was .25 coz me was feeling really very small at that time , not being able to understand even a single shit that they said ] . Somehow the 9 hours ordeal ended and I felt really relieved to be alive to face the world that came to me outside the coach .
But oh no ! You were still furious at me God , weren’t you ! The next train that I boarded [ Mangla express , from Delhi to Manipal ] let me to another danger .This time I was in a greater sea of trouble , with Keralites , all speaking Malayalam !
I was torn , shattered , devastated , annihilated , jeopardized etc. etc. Somehow I felt Marathis were better . Atleast I could make out some of there words . But Malayalam seemed to be that language which infants speak when they are unable to speak [ abla hobda bkola ktors dhoors ... for example ] . I had to do something , I had to find a hindi speking person . But I couldn’t speak to anyone ! [Remember what mummies say , dont talk to strangers ... I am a good boy ... Obey my elders ] .
So I waited ! Waited till I could find someone I knew . And I found some ! After 8 hours of journey though . They were supposed to be my saviors . Rescuing me from the evil claws of alien language speaking zombies ! And for sometime they were . Until some evil took over them and they decided to beat the shit out of me ! I guess this was you again God ! Playing with me again , for eating chicken on Tuesdays !
So these guys I was telling you about . Well not completely guys actually . More or less they all were girls [ precisely 4 ] and two guys . They are my classmates . Like I said I finally found them eight hour later coz they had boarded the train later . But better late than never I say . For some time the journey seemed to be pleasurable again [ AGAIN !? Why did I write again ? When was it ever pleasurable until now ] Suddenly the dreaded seniors came out of nowhere .
Now its strange here in Manipal , seniors tend to rag you in a train rather than in the college itself . That is where they get the opportunity to. And probably we too will get the only opportunity there only [when we become seniors]. So they ragged us . Wont mention here what they made us do there . Its too graphic [ hehe ... just joking ...it was fun .... or was it ? ]. But when it ended they left us with a plague , plague that made us take ragging of fellow first year buddies . We took one’s and felt happy. Its was good , too good , so good that we became cannibals . Started taking one another’s ! The seven of us tried to pull each other’s as hard as we could ! I somehow managed to get rid of the plague [actually I started feeling sleepy ... but nonetheless I got rid of the plague ] .But my fellow mates couldn’t . Seeing me out of it , they all combined together their powers , and concentrated the entire intensity on me .
I tell you it was inhuman ! They called me names ! Names that I feel shameful to reveal in public . The word is still hovering in my head [DPS ! DPS ! DPS ! aaaah stop it ! ]. They pulled my leg ! And they did to me those things that a normal human couldn’t have withstand ! Poor me !This ordeal that began lasted till our journey lasted . Till 2:30 am in the morning . Entire 49 hours !
Well I seem to drift away from my theme . Like I was saying in the beginning “One needs to slow down and take rest” . I did that . Involuntarily in my case . I actually missed my first class today ! Its was at eight in the morning ! Overslept ! I was overpowered by the miseries that had surrounded me for the past 49 hrs [ plus only 2 hrs of sleep yesterday] . My body had to submit before the hardships ! And I got the fall ! 
Utterly random !
Ah! Joseph* !
Good to see that you’ve come Joseph. Right on time . Sit down …
Well Henry**, I’ve called you for a very important reason .There’s a grave secret that I’ve kept from the world too long, even from my parents, my girlfriend, my friends, the postman, the newspaper boy, the traffic policeman, my barber etc. etc. I mean its been kept away from EVERYONE .But I need an advice. Thus, I have called you here to ask you for a solution …
Well the secret …is …that… I have a superpower. Sit down Marc, no need to stand. I know that you won’t believe me but this is the truth. I HAVE A SUPERPOWER.
You remember how in the early school days while everyone in the class would to listen with utmost concentration to the teacher I would sleep carefree in one of the corner benches. Even in the most interesting periods too I would sleep like hell, you would shake me with all your might saying,”Wake up you asshole, this topic is very interesting “. But I would still continue my blissful slumber.
Later when we came to high school you noticed how suddenly every boy and girl of our class started getting lazy and lost their will power to study during class. Even you gave in at last and began snoring.
Have you ever wondered why this would happen? No? I thought so. Well Alfred, that was all due to me … It was because of my power. I CAN MAKE PEOPLE SLEEP!
Don’t laugh Wilfred. I’m not joking. This power has been in me since infancy and it is steadily becoming stronger. At first I could control only myself . But now I can influence anyone! Everyone!
I have used this power like a true hero. I have shown courage by sleeping cozily before 9:00 pm while others would study entire night before the semester exams. Oh yes it was a difficult to do this, but I had the courage . I have been helpful . I made the entire corridor of my hostel sleep before the Electrical exam. We all got screwed in the paper next day, got F in it and they all gave me the trashing that no mortal could bear. But I know deep inside they all were thankful to me [though they didn’t say so] coz I had saved them from useless hard work. We would have failed anyhow!
I have sacrificed Jessica in this battle. I could not give her enough time, coz I had to sleep. I had to sleep in order to make others sleep. That’s how my power works. So never go a chance to spend time with her. But a hero put the world first and his personal life after. Another reason was that her life was in danger. If my enemies [My teachers mostly] come to know about my relation with Jessica they would they would torment her .Call her in for extra classes and make her do extra assignments. So it was a necessary sacrifice.
But that is not what I have called you for Susan. I need an advice. My power , as I have told you is steadily increasing. They are getting out of my control now. At first I was required to sleep in order to make others sleep. But now people , now whoever comes in my vicinity starts yawning instantly. This is not what I wanted. I wanted to help others but this is too much ! I need to get rid of my power Jack , and I need you to help me. Tell me Andrew …what should I do ? I’m waiting for a reply …
* The author’s is referring the reader as Joseph. Bear with him. He is a fickle minded nincompoop.
** The author changes the name of the reader whenever he feels like. During the conversation he might even change the gender of the listener. Please humor him. As written above, he is a fickle minded nincompoop.
Cute or Sexy ? You decide …
Days , week , months , years , decades and centuries have passed … [So what ? Nothing ! I just always wanted to write that line … It feels so intellectual doesn’t it ? ]
Well as I was saying …err …no as I wasn’t saying …err whatever … Since the last post I had been out of good topics to write on … My intellectually superior brain [yeah …you can laugh … I laughed for a few minutes too when I wrote this line … hehe …MEEEE ! intellectual ! … two poles apart ] couldn’t think of a good topic .
So I typed “Good topics to write on” in Google and guess what ! It returned 10000 matching entries … nah just kidding …a very curious friend of mine asked me to write on this topic and I nodded in affirmation [Some people have their ways of getting things done …some inner quality I suppose … this person too has that …coz I wasn't left with any other option except for saying yes on writing this topic ]… So here it goes …
Statement :Carmen Electra is SEXY , Jessica Alba is CUTE . Anyone who disagrees ? Well join the league then … I too disagree with the statement … This is coz I don’t exactly know what SEXY means and what CUTE means … Is there any proper definition on what SEXY means and what CUTE is …
Well yes there is actually for me … Its defined as follows [Not applicable for Gays/Lesbians …but nevertheless they can continue reading ] :
1)SEXY : A person belonging to the other sex which makes of the viewer’s jaw drop and eyes pop out [with a slight tingling sensation in the heart]is termed as sexy.
2)CUTE : A person belonging to the other sex on looking whom the tingling sensation in the heart is infinitely greater than that in case of def. 1) and the jaw dropping/eye popping action is almost negligible as compared to that of def. 1) is termed as cute
But this is not a standard definition . I had contacted MIT and Princeton Universities to accept them but they seem to only laugh at these … Dunno why ? [Do these def. sound funny to you in any way ? Neither to me ]
Well there are cases when the two def. are eligible for a single person [For instance in my case].
On a more serious note when can we regard a person CUTE or SEXY … Well I am no man of wisdom [There ! The secret is out now … But don’t tell anyone that I accepted that I am stupid … Coz too many people think that I am the most intelligent boy in my class http://www.orkut.com/CommPollResults.aspx?cmm=39724015&pct=1194929220&pid=1622642762 …haha …dunno what made them think so ] … But no man of wisdom needs to explain this concept … Its said
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
Well if that statement is true then the beholder should decide whether the beauty is SEXY or CUTE … If different people cant have same fingerprints then how can thoughts and feelings , which are much free flowing , infinite and independent than static fingerprints ,be the same … In fact it might be that one who is SEXY or CUTE for a person might not even be beautiful for another … What will the first person do then ? Challenge the other person for a cricket match and force him to call him a monkey … then go to the umpires like a cry baby and lure the umpires in making him win the match by foul means ? [OK ! I think it’s the loyal Indian inside in me that made me write this line … Personally Symonds should've been called a Gibbon … But I guess Bhajji's vocab isn't that good … anyways ] … What I mean is that he can do nothing … Maybe try and convince him why he thinks that the babe is CUTE/SEXY … But its entirely upon the other person to fall prey to this first person’s logic …
You must be thinking that I’ve deviated from the topic as to how to tell who’s cutet and who’s sexy but the thing is this is the only answer I could conclude … Its not a single person who can decide for everyone else whether the babe or the hunk is cute or sexy … Everyone have their own opinion …
As for me I still stick with my above mentioned definition 1) and 2) … As of now I have had 1276 jaw drops since my birth [First one was when I saw my nurse] and 678 high magnitude tingling sensation in heart… Statistically speaking out of a total of 1954 girls I’ve met in my life 1276 were sexy and remaining ones are cute …
Would like to hear your opinion too … mail me at dinkarpundir[at]gmail[dot]com … ladies can call me on my cell , I wont mind …
Of fwds and headaches !
I came across this article while going through one of the infinite blogs present In the blogosphere. Its amusing and maybe put some sense into those friends of mine who fwd messages like these without thinking that they are doing nothing but making a fool of themselves. Here it goes :
Maybe the evil chain letter leprechauns will come into my apartment and sodomize me in my sleep for not continuing the chain which was started by Ceaser in 5 A.D. and was brought to this country by midget pilgrims on the Mayflower and if it makes it to the year 2000, it’ll be in the Guinness Book of World Records for longest continuous streak of blatant stupidity ! If you’re going to forward something, at least send me something mildly f****** amusing. I’ve seen all the ’send this to 50 of your closest friends, and this poor, wretched excuse for a human being will somehow receive a Nickel from some omniscient being forwards about 90 times. I don’t give a damn. Show a little intelligence and think about what you’re actually contributing to by sending out forwards. Chances are it’s your own unpopularity.
THE FOUR BASIC TYPES OF CHAIN LETTERS:
Chain Letter Type 1:
(scroll down)
Make a wish!!!
Keep Scrolling
No, really, go on and make one!!!
Oh please, they’ll never go out with you!!! Wish something else!!!
Not that, you pervert!!
STOP!!!!
Wasn’t that fun? 
Hope you made a great wish
Now, to make you feel guilty, here’s what I’ll do. First of all, if you don’t send this to 5096 people in the next 5 seconds, you will be raped by a mad goat and thrown off a high building into a pile of manure. It’s true! Because, THIS letter isn’t like those fake ones, THIS one is TRUE!! Really!!! Here’s how it goes:
Send this to 1 person: One person will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter.
Send this to 2-5 people: 2-5 people will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter.
Send this to 5-10 people: 5-10 people will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter, and may form a plot on your life.
Send this to 10-20 people: 10-20 people will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter and will napalm your house.
Thanks!!!! Good Luck!!!
Chain Letter Type 2:
Hello, and thank you for reading this letter. You see, there is a starving little boy in Baklaliviatatlaglooshen who has no arms, no legs, no parents, and no goats. This little boy’s life could be saved, because for every time you pass this on, a dollar will be donated to the Little Starving Legless Armless Goatless Boy from Baklaliviatatlaglooshen Fund. Oh, and remember, we have absolutely no way of counting the emails sent and this is all a complete load of bullshit. So go on, reach out. Send this to 5 people in the next 47 seconds. Oh, and a reminder – if you accidentally send this to 4 or 6 people, you will die instantly. Thanks again!!
Chain Letter Type 3:
Hi there!! This chain letter has been in existence since 1897.This is absolutely incredible because there was no email then and probably not as many sad pricks with nothing better to do. So this is how it works…Pass this on to 15,067 people in the next 7 minutes or something horrible will happen to you like:
Bizarre Horror Story #1>>>>Miranda Pinsley was walking home from school on Saturday. She had recently received this letter and ignored it. She then tripped in a crack in the sidewalk, fell into the sewer, was gushed down a drainpipe in a flood of poopie, and went flying out over a waterfall. Not only did she smell nasty, she died. This Could Happen To You!!!
Bizarre Horror Story #2>>>>Dexter Bip, a 13 year old boy, got a chain letter in his mail and ignored it. Later that day, he was hit by a car and so was his boyfriend (hey, some people swing that way). They both died and went to hell and were cursed to eat adorable kittens every day for eternity. This Could Happen To You Too!!!
Remember, you could end up just like Pinsley and Bip. Just send this letter to all of your loser friends, and everything will be okay.
Chain Letter Type 4:
As if you care, here is a poem that I wrote. Send it to all your friends.
FRIENDS:A friend is someone who is always at your side. A friend is someone who likes you even though you’re as ugly as a hat full of assholes. A friend is someone who cleans up for you after you’ve soiled yourself. A friend is someone who stays with you all night while you cry about your sad, sad life. A friend is someone who pretends they like you when they really think you should be raped by mad goats, then thrown to vicious dogs. A friend is someone who scrubs your toilet, vacuums and then gets the check and leaves and doesn’t speak much English…no, sorry that’s the cleaning lady. A friend is NOT someone who sends you chain letters because he wants his wish of being rich to come true. Now pass this on! If you don’t, you’ll never have sex ever again!
PS – You need not use the “Scrap everyone” feature to fwd a crappy note saying that some dunderhead official of Orkut wants you to fwd the note to every person in your friendlist to prevent your account from getting deleted. What you will get in return on doing so is some angry and anguished reply from one of your friend whose scrapbook has been flooded by scores of such scraps. Use your brains dudes. Issued in public interest by Dinkar
Manipal — Analysed !
Hmph ! How could I end up writing a post on Manipal . I should instead be doing something else . Anything …sleeping , rope-skipping, play gilli danda , dancing in a Barat or doing anything more worthwhile.
But NO! My idiotic , uncontrollable , insensible , psychotic and involuntary mind could think of doing nothing else when I was getting the urge to write this senseless post. But as I am a man of my words [huh ? What words ? Half the time I don’t even know what I speak . MAN AM GOING CRAZY THESE DAYS . I blame these vacations for turning me crazy with the utter joy of being home] So am going to write something on Manipal.
Mighty mighty MIT they say [they who ? Passouts of course . But it sounds so lame .Duh !] A big college in a small city of Manipal .The city’s so small sometimes I fear that if I keep my bathroom tap open for 24 hrs the entire city might flood ] . Its constitutes the hostels , the institute buildings and couple of other less useful buildings [like the badminton court building where no one gets the chance to play a single 20 mins game properly] and the more useful ones [like the central canteen , KC canteen and other canteens … canteens are mostly where all the students are found when they are in campus or when they are not with their girlfriend(s)/boyfriend(s) ] There are workers , loads of them .5-6 people to watch each hostel [Still we manage to make the hostel stingy and dirty on every b'day celebration… It’s a difficult job doing that , we have to start preparing rotten eggs three days in advance and gather rotten vegetables too for the birthday victim boy .] , one or two in every coffee shop and loads infinite amount of them in the mess [Still we don’t get the lime juice filled in the jugs on time when we finish the entire content in the jug within microseconds of our arrival in the mess … oh did I mention you that we get lime juice for free in the mess during lunch time ].Rest of the city [read as the Kasturba Medical College] will be elaborated upon later in this post.
The institute buildings consist of the New Institute building , the old one , MIT library ,the labs and the Innovation Centre. The New Building and the Innovation Centre are hot , the old building is not [have no idea whatsoever of the central library , but it looks good from the outside]. Covered all over in the front with tinted glasses , the IC and New Insti building look more like a fancy hotel rather than a college building [Hey but who's complaining , I like to study in fancy hotels … Helps me concentrate more]. Whereas the older building is …..ummm …. well …. Its old … That’s it .] All the first years are given lectures in the New Insti building in rooms called NLHs [New Lecture Halls …fancy name]. The different branches have been divided into sections of ~85 students each [coz MIT hogs in a lot of student each year . My branch CS itself has 300 studs in the 1st year] . The lecture halls are numbered and each section is taught in a permanent hall allotted to them [Mine's NLH 302 … if I havent forgotten it ] . The Old Insti building is where the seniors are get lecture [tsk … tsk …Next year we will also be spurned like a cur in that building]. Innovation Centre is all show and nothing substance[ actually it was useless to us till now , lets see what happens later ].
The hostels are temples of joy, freedom, sanctity and friendship. Though they are a kind of unclean temples [coz us, the students take pride in keeping them dirty] the caretakers do a swell job in keeping them clean. Time vanishes briskly in the hostel , defying all Einstein’s laws of space-time , and we end up remarking every night kal se padhai pakka . Some of the students take pleasure in disturbing sleep in midnight of other innocent ones by knocking on their doors and asking for food at 3 in the morning. Water-fight is a big YES every night and one who tries to stay away from it ends up getting wet the most [I am a perfect example of such being]. Being a 24*7 joke-cracking-asshole is a must required quality for one to be famous and favorite of all in the hostel [Study geeks are exceptional… They are famous coz they provide the assignments for everyone tp copy]. Otherwise you are a bore and no matter how hard you try you end up continuously refreshing the scrapbook in Orkut coz no one is there to talk to you . But overall hostel life is splendid [Its would be more enjoyable if they don’t put the compulsory 9:30 pm perm time].
Canteens are integral part of MIT. We cant live without them. They are the ones who keep us away from the clutches of the dreadful mess food. What would we’ve do without them.
Now coming to the faculty. The faculty is great !!!!! Just kidding . Well I am just giving you a generalized description of them , then you form an opinion about them yourself . Well they are a bunch of people belonging only from Karnatak [Not that I am anti Karnatakans , but come on! Why does every faculty member has to be from that state !]. They talk in English to non-Karnatakans and in Kannada to the Karnatakans . So half them time we [Read as non-Karnatakans] don’t have a damn clue what the speak to each other in Kannada. All of them have 2 special qualities -one being common,thst is that they don’t know how to teach . The second one is unique of every teacher , either they are hot-heads , have ultrasonic unbearable voice, have favourite punch lines which keeps on informing the students that they are in a GONE CASE place [hey ! That rhymed] or they speak in a continuous monotonous, supersonic speed that the class stops noting anything the teacher speaks.
Students are the life of MIT. They make MIT mighty. We are the ones bearing the teachers , the compulsory attendance and the 5 months of rain in MIT and after that 7 months of deadly heat. MIT is what it is because of us. We constitute from the different geographic, cultural and social origins spanning across from the entire length and breadth of the nation . There are NRIs too that jell along well with the rest of Indian population. The multiethnic culture that is present in MIT makes it different and much better than most of the other Indian engineering colleges.
Outside the MIT campus is predominantly the KMC [Kasturba Medical College]. Its famous for its hot chicks and the faculty doctors. MIT boys go gaga over the chicks. But KMC boys get all the fun. [sniff… *tear drops from one eye* why didn’t I choose medical stream !]. KMC has the campus which is double the size of MIT’s [maybe even triple] and the biggest thing is that they have their own foodcourt[But no regrets , our food court is also in the making] . Apart from KMC the rest of the city is mostly pricey restaurants [but they are good, worth the price], branded showrooms for clothes , some small theatres where pirated prints of movies are shown and 1-2 barbers shops [Yeah some students do get their hair cut in college life here in Manipal] . Whatever place remains are spots for having fun like the discs , the beaches and forests.
This was Manipal , as brief as possible . I was thinking of writing an elaborate post but refrained , after all you guys are only human. Nanhi si jaan par itna bojh nahi daal sakta tha . Probably my first sem experience in Manipal is going to be a coming soon post . But I think I have already vented a lot of my feelings in this post.
Till then ….Cheers
Experienced the past today
Today , 3rd Jan , I can surely conclude was a day well spent . I lived my past today . How ? Well its not much that I did today , just spent time with my friends . Thats normal . What made the difference was the category my friends I shared today .
After many days was I able to wake up at 9 in the morning [ these days I wake up at 11:30 am ] . Plan was to watch “Taare Zameen Par” , morning 11 to 2 show . So I reached the theatre on time . My friends that came were Vaibhav , Vivin and Shailesh . Thats what was special today, my friends . These guys had been my friends from class 6th to 10th . Then ,for reasons that I can’t disclose , I got separated from them . I had been in constant touch with Vaibhav but the other two , we barely even scrapped each other ,forget about meeting . The camaraderie that I had thought to be lost in our friendship was fortunately still there, even after 3 years ! We started talking to each other the moment we came together. It was nothing but SOOTHING for me .
The movie was fine .Who cared about the movie ! I was with old pals . That was good enough for me .They hadn’t changed for me and I hadn’t changed for them . To hell with the movie 
. Later today we came to my place and had the chatting sessions together like we used to in the good old days [ Gosh ! I sound like a 70 year old man ... good old days ...heh ] . Talked about girls , college life , movies and us and the rest ! It was about 5 in the evening that they left my place . But I couldn’t regret . I was content meeting them . Really content and happy !
Later in the evening I went to Sai Baba mandir with my parents . Like the childhood days . Felt happy that I spent some time with them too . Then we got dinner packed and ate it together with my bro and Dadi at home . What could be better !
This was my today and like I said “I lived my past today” .
P.S. – Oh and I forgot to mention that I also ate popcorn today . The ones made by popcorn vendors who carry the popcorns on their carts selling them on streets . I used to buy from them when I was in Junior school [Till class V] . I tell ya , these popcorns taste better than the ones we buy in the mall .
Parting again
Life can give you immense joy and utter pain sometimes . This lesson I learnt in my last trip to BIAS [My previous college] .
On 21st I left for BIAS , situated at Bhimtal [Nainital] . Its difficult to describe how happy I felt once I was there . 5 months of separation from that place wasnt quite long enough to dilapidate my feelings for it . Though I have spent an entire semester now in Manipal , I still consider it to be my college . A home away from home , perhaps even more than a home . To tell the truth Manipal could never take its position . But as people say , its impossible to predict the future . Perhaps I might say these same words for Manipal too . But one thing’s for sure , BIAS has and will always have a soft spot in my heart .
So , I was telling you about the trip . It was fun .Though the timing was a bit out of place for the trip . Coz a week from now they [my friends there ] will be having their exams [Semester ones] . So I was most of the time hearing curses from them , for coming at this point of time . Nevertheless I am a stubborn ass . Stayed there for a good 4 days and pestered them all .
Though we didnt go outside much , yet it was enough for me to be in the company of my friends [ N-Series , still rules] . Ajit , Anurag , Shashank , Nikhil and I . Most of the time played games on their PCs . I got to know that Need For Speed : Pro Street is am awesome game , though its different from rest of its predecessors . Unreal Tournament 3 is in a league of its own . And Most Wanted is much better looking than it looks in my laptop .
Outside the rooms , we went to have lunch with the entire gang . N-Series + the girls . Rashi , Priya , Shubha and Vaishali . We all went to Midway Restaurant . The task at hand that day was to have chicken for lunch . And that place seemed to be the best place available there . Coz we hadn’t had lunch there before . Probably the most delightful lunch I’ve had in months .
I would love to continue with detailed description of my trip but it would only get boring . Since I want that people enjoy this post to be entertaining , I think I should conclude soon .
So the last day came , sadly . Parting had never seemed so painful . Last time I had parted from them too . But that time I was sure to return there . Which I did . But this time it wasnt so . I am not sure whether I will return there next time or not . Its because of that I felt a bitter pain when I bid them goodbye this time . This is what I meant by the first line of this post . Immense joy and utter pain . I dont have anything more to say .
Goodbye BIAS …
Goodbye friends…
