Changing the sock thingy

All my life I silently felt the whole cleanliness thing is futile and a lot more hardwork  and fairly troublesome.Imagine getting up and taking shower every day, every single day, washing hands before and after meals,I mean viruses are smart they have other routes to the host's body.. and n number of such  tiring tasks.I could never understand why would one have to change socks everyday? they're such harmless commodities, at the most they'd stink, what were deos invented for? you don't have to go through the whole 'changing the sock everyday' thingy.And why do we have to match 'em with its exact pair, can't we pick up 2 random socks of differing size and color and just pair them up and wear? I mean as long as you're an atheist (don't visit a temple) and not a scientist , why would it matter? And why would you freaking bathe everyday? Once I convinced my mother that bathing changes the pH of the body :D and I saved myself for a day, but alas my father knows science :| . So the point is, I had this ideology for 20 years now,till today. I got up and smelt like a rotten egg. And 3 layers of clothing on my body smelt like a government hospital.And I looked like Sunil Shetty. That was it, the moment when I decided to change my clothes everyday.May god be with me for this noble cause.The new year resolution.

No, not drunk

Its a new year!

Some 3 streets from my place, lives a samosa wala and his family, I was in the rajai and I had no idea, what instant of time it was in the universe, the next moment I hear very very loud music, I almost came back to life only to realise it was the song 'mere angne mein tumhara kya kaam hai....bla bla' turns out they were celebrating the new year.. dudeee I mean, are you ..THIS song ?  and the world around me was all into crackers and the facebook statuses read 'hhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaappppppyyyyyyyy nnnnneeeeewwwwwww yyyyyyyyeeeeeaaaaaarr' I now know why my lil sister cant spell words like 'assassination'.Why are my fellow earthlings so 'oh-my-god' 'oh-my-god' kinds.

Anyway, Happy new year !

 

The Truth Lied..

T’ was y’day itself, when we were so close, I could hear your heart beat, I could feel your breath.. I forgot the world in your arms, I’d lost myself in your eyes. It felt like we’ll stay that way forever, .. where then, in the folds of life ,did I lose you.. lose you forever.  I no more can feel your gentle touch, I’ve forgotten that warmth we shared, my limbs are cold, turning numb..my frozen fingers seldom move, the glitter in my eyes by your presence is lost forever, they’re pale now. I saw my entire life in your eyes, why then, did the truth lie? Why then, did your eyes betray? I’ve forgotten how it was like to love you, how it felt like when you were around, it is like forgetting the fragrance of flowers, the beauty of sun rise, the childhood bliss, the twinkling of stars. Why then, does the sun set? Why then, the twinkling of stars is just another illusion ? Why, Why does the truth lie ?

Open letter to Guys

All my life I enjoyed the 'female jokes' , how irrational and dumb creatures they are,  how shallow and stupid they can be, all this and more, is now a universally accepted fact and no more funny. So much so, I, the female even joined you when you hypocritically described how hypocrite women are. Did you ever care about the 'brain' part of the 'beauty with brains' crap ? Swear on your shorts, you ever did. Don’t you always fall for dumb girls? Did you ever care what women talk? swear on your favourite soccer team, you ever did. What makes you think you're cool ? just the fact that no one sexually assaults you at 3 in the night and you can hang out anytime you like, just because no one stops you to booze anywhere you like, just because you bunk abscond from classes for no apparent reason, makes you cool? You really think so? Do you ? Get off the I-dont-care-how-my-hair-looks thingy,the world knows you freaking do.I abhor doin’ this O’ guy, step down on your female jokes and hypocricy lest thou shall see the wrath. I mean c’mon man, cracking redundant clichéd jokes doesn’t make you feel like a moron, it doesn’t? Holy shit. Even an embryo, chuck that, even our professors would know women are hyperactive creatures, irrational, bad drivers, sadists and oh-my-god-I’m-so-cute kinds. Why on earth do you have to talk about it over and over and over (theres a reason for repeating it, and you know it). Dude, get over it. It is not humor any more. And get back to wasting your life playing the dude, who cares?

p.s. I respect the word 'bunk'.

The Mystery

There are some questions in life which remain unanswered, no matter how hard you try , no matter how hard you give yourself into it, and hereby i conclude they shall remain unanswered till eternity , for our lifetimes and for the next 100 generations to come.You feign disinterest, you try the don't-give-it-a-shit theory but everything, alas, turns out to be futile, it keeps coming back to you, over and over, in your dreams, in your sleep, while eating, while drinking, it haunts you, follows you like a shadow, one such question, my dear readers is, why does the microprocessor 8085 has an exceptional S fetch state,with bloody 6 T-states ? By this time, you must be underestimating my plight, but mark my words, its like bermuda triangle, you cannot ever seem to answer the mystery behind. This question has been haunting me, since 6 months now,but it almost seems like haunting me and my ancestors since year 0 of space and time, in all my exams, vivas, theory classes, every freaking time. Vivas are a serious shit in one’s life,this was the only question I ever understood in a viva but sigh I never found the answer out, rest of the questions were alien.This is how my viva goes everytime,

Examiner : What is @#$%^^&*&!@#$%^ *rocket science*

Me : Umm..actually Sir..basically , you know, it's like..ahem..aa..*Can I tell Submarine science?*

Examiner : Forget it. ok tell me what is @#$$$%^&#$%^&**more rocket science**

Me :  *Pretending to think reall hard* It just slipped off my tongue..Shit.. Sorry sir K

Examiner : *Smiles  shamelessly at our misery * Giving you a look which is deep , says everything.He opens his mouth only to say, 'it's done, leave'.

P.s. I know this is shallow, but since I respect what I write,had to post it. True story.

The marriage drama

You'd want to undergo a sex change operation if you happen to be a female with an

Indian nationality.Of all the things, I'm particularly talking about the 'marriage' part of it '. The very moment you hit 23 you're the burden-on-the-chest kinds,which parents try getting rid of by hook or crook.They'll start their search for an eligible groom, and announce in their entire social circle after which people poke their noses in someone else's life to add spice in their already uneventful life and get 'rishtas' for the girl. Parents want not less than an IIT, IIM combination; with sky touching salaries and a job in international bank to add cherry on the cake. obviously in phase 2 they settle for only an IITian , or an IIM graduate or just a job in a tongue twister sounding company.Now that they have a guy, he'll start looking like Brad Pitt to them and they'll try all ways to get their daughter hooked with him.Late night phone calls,uncalled for meetings, shallow talks are all accepted by parents in this case. Phase 3 is suffering, when everything has happened, and is the decision time, this is characterized by emotional blackmails, fights, irrational arguments, loads of tears and the final stage is the yes/no stage, which can cost lives.I hope the society gathers wisdom at a comparatively faster rate, also I don’t understand arranged marriages, at the end of the day, hes/shes after all, a stranger. Simple rule, if you’re sure you can spend your entire life with someone, get hitched, else stay single. And make sure you don’t need a ‘husband’ for your financial support, in that case, you’d have to marry a stranger anyway instead of staying single :|

p.s. I ain’t 23 :D

जो बीत गई सो बात गई

Harivansh rai Bachhan's poem, I have no words. Do you ?

जीवन में एक सितारा था
माना वह बेहद प्यारा था
वह डूब गया तो डूब गया
अंबर के आंगन को देखो
कितने इसके तारे टूटे
कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे
जो छूट गए फ़िर कहाँ मिले
पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर
कब अंबर शोक मनाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन में वह था एक कुसुम
थे उस पर नित्य निछावर तुम
वह सूख गया तो सूख गया
मधुबन की छाती को देखो
सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ
मुरझाईं कितनी वल्लरियाँ
जो मुरझाईं फ़िर कहाँ खिलीं
पर बोलो सूखे फूलों पर
कब मधुबन शोर मचाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन में मधु का प्याला था
तुमने तन मन दे डाला था
वह टूट गया तो टूट गया
मदिरालय का आंगन देखो
कितने प्याले हिल जाते हैं
गिर मिट्टी में मिल जाते हैं
जो गिरते हैं कब उठते हैं
पर बोलो टूटे प्यालों पर
कब मदिरालय पछताता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

मृदु मिट्टी के बने हुए हैं
मधु घट फूटा ही करते हैं
लघु जीवन ले कर आए हैं
प्याले टूटा ही करते हैं
फ़िर भी मदिरालय के अन्दर
मधु के घट हैं,मधु प्याले हैं
जो मादकता के मारे हैं
वे मधु लूटा ही करते हैं
वह कच्चा पीने वाला है
जिसकी ममता घट प्यालों पर
जो सच्चे मधु से जला हुआ
कब रोता है चिल्लाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

                                                  —   हरिवंशराय बच्चन