Just Feel Better !!!

“I…. Have become, comfortably numb”


When life gets unbearable with monotony , PINK FLOYD can do wonders. Musical genius they are. Indeed.

Its for a hundredth (sans exaggeration) time that aim listening to this song in the past few days. I just cant get enough of it. Everytime I listen, I have something new to hear, something better to understand and something more melodious to hear. Syd Barret created a legend with his death !! Irony.

Anyways , whats up with life??!! Yes its been going “comfortably numb”, come to the college to sleep your way through the three hours, catch up for another round of wallet-ripping lunch , do a bit of the usual masti and get back home, eat sleep and do the same thing again!! But you know this is getting interesting considering the fact that this is getting to an end.

Now, I have a few resolutions to think of for the time to come

No more getting senti over the end of college.
Listen to good music as you can
Socialize with friends as much as you can even if it means you have to go broke
Talk to as many classmates and start make friends for life

There are many more to come. Actually I have been working on a rather serious list of 25 things I want to do in life before iam 25. It looks very exciting and interesting. I shall post the list as soon as I know of it !!

Coming to exams,

You know I have never been so blank and more important – I have never seen Deepa so blank in life and paper . I write my paper with blanks hoping to fill it with fodder from Deepa’s paper but interestingly Deepa seems to be getting “Chirag-ed”.She sleeps, talks, laughs,smiles and does everything possible apart from writing her paper and with this my last and perhaps the only hope of getting through goes to the dogs. Whats happening ?? World is changing

Deepa is Blank
Priyanka is sleeping
Srishti is completing her paper much before 3 hours & exciting – without her trademark additional sheets !!
Bhavya is smiling in the room
Vijeth is eating up additional sheets

I mean aim wondering where is the word headed to ? Whats happening. Conjugation ?

But well I have decided I don’t want to write atleast tommorow’s paper. Iam tired and rather tired of being tired and its time to tire of being tired and resort to a life of recluse – atleast from the monotony of Exams for a few days

Iam off for now. But will be back again morrow with new post .

As I end aim listening to Steven Tyler and the God of “Feel Good music” – Carlos Santana – Just Feel Better . Listen if you have time. It will take you on new high !!

“ I can't find my wayGod I need a changeAnd I'd do anything to just feel betterAny little thing that just feel betterI'm tired of holding onTo all the things I ought to leave behind, yeahIt's really getting old, andI think I need a little help this time! “

Cheers!

C

PS : If anyone has the Mahesh-chirag-jugalbandhi-naagin-dance-video. Please mail me . Please . Reward assured !! :o)

What the F*** - Everyone got the hallticket!!!! AGAIN :o)

Exam blues !! A three hour crash course in insulting your own intelligence!!

Clonal propagation - have been hearing this word from Day 1 of my tryst with Biotechnology and when it came to writing about it something worth ten marks. I was groping for any bit of information that seemed to have any closest proximity to the title!!
Guess what !!?? I did not even know what are herbicides!! Yes, it was indeed a grand opening of the preparatory exams. I kept flirting with the questions for about 40 minutes and then when i realised it was enough i gave up, put my head down for a peaceful sleep. A few minutes into dreams , saliva almost dribbled down my mouth when in embarrastment i slurped it back in and woke up with disgust - both at myself and my pathetic state. But soon i found some fancy ways to pass time. Read neighbours question paper, kept staring at people. Oh yes! I had a muse for my entertainment today. Right opposite me in the other class was a gentle-man.Too gentle in all his actions, so gentle that it made me wonder about his "preferences".My neighbour , a rather easy-going art student, preferred to call him the "other kind". I dont know what he meant but whatever he did , it was surely worth a while of laugh. This kept me on for almost 2 hours.

Then came the most lovely moment. our hall tickets were to be issued and my heart refused to beat in anticipation of my dreaded state. Yes guys this is the moment which most of us wait anxiously for for all the six months of the semester. My to-worry-about list always had the first entry as "Hall ticket" and this was the longest living entry in my list ever. But when God screws you with boredom , at the end of the day he does brings home chocalates. The forms kept flowing in for almost all the BA guys and for BSc, my name was first in the list. My heart refused to beat again, now in joy. Do i believe this!! I have got the hall ticket!!! I can write my exams !! Iam liberated !! I feel ecstatic !! Want to jump right there (did a bit of that too!!!)

Aman,Patil, Pep and guess what even Anushree got the damned form!!! I felt happy , even better but then what the F***, they were clever . I slogged my a** to wake up in morning, cut short my usually-long-hour-potty-session, skipped breakfast,neared banging into slow riding women on road and ran my life to climb the six floors to get attendance . I did get !! Good . But what the F*** everyone got !! I always used to be on the other side before, never have the attendance but always have managed to procure a ticket for my self. I felt proud . Now i feel sheepish ! Yes i had realised something good but at a wrong time. How i wish now i could have bunked away to fanciful dreams ! I should have done that !!

But at the end of the day i was feeling amazing. I mean all my friends were with me on the last leg of our journey - the semester exams. I had always prayed that these people should get the hall ticket and thank me they did!! Anyways, it feels empowered now. I have my licence to a trouble free and no-tension college time now.I dont believe this again !! but i must. Reality is slapping me back to it.

This hall-ticket-drama has been a tradiotion from first semester. You know everytime i felt depressed worrying about my hall ticket i would decide, chirag whatver happens next sem i will attend regularly so that atleast one tension is kept away . But this plan is still crying to be cared about. Every semester same thing happened and same promises too!! Every semester i used to decide " Apun next sem se kya karenge malum, har record ko week-wise complete karte rahenge.Toh load kum ho jayega. Aur thoda padhayi bhi karlenge. Yaar din me just dedicate 2 hours na". Oh i felt confident and meticulously planned then but ha ha ha (you know why is this laugh).

Looking back you know all those moments of tension start to look like cherishable and can-be-talked-about memories. No we had never planned to do these things so that in future we can be proud of it . It just happened and now it feels amazing. All those days spent in writing records and completing them in a day or two,doing projects in class on the day of submission.now it feels great . And more so because now it will always remain a lovely past as we cannot experience this anymore. Man , nw i want to worry about my hall ticket!!!

Steve jobs rightly said "You can only connect the dots looking backward".

Today the dots are connecting to give a fine picture of a wonderful past , full of oddities , full of strange yet lovely memories full of naughty,worried episodes of stupid things. But now it feels righfully beautiful. With age somes grace indeed !!

But what the F*** , Every one got the hall ticket !!! :o)

PS : share your traumatic episodes of the hall-ticket worries.

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The Left,The Right, The Centre and The Back !!!!! Funny :o)

Its amazing to re-look into the past to understand dynamics of groupism in class. I remember barely within a few days of the start of the college “birds of the same feather flocked together”.

After rounds of intense refining and filtering, the great divide which was apparent became evident. The class was now either The Left or the Right or The centre. Wow!! This started to get interesting. Seats were reserved without any intimation. Specific places were meant for specific people or at least specific groups on a broader scale. If I ever dared to sit on “The Left” side of the class, I was to be prepared to confront the what-the-f***-is he-doing here stares and often giggles at my odd disposition. We were a stronger divide than India-Pak or Israel-Palestine. Similarly if someone from The Left were to try experiencing how it felt to be on “the other side of the world” (I have heard rumours that we were addressed this way!!! Funny!!) they had to go through the gruelling scrutiny .

Even more interesting were the sub divisions under these three categories.I don’t even know if even phone numbers were exchanged in between two groups. When I first came to class , I thought I would make friends with everyone but I was as much a victim of this divide as I was a part of it. We all contributed to it and we all suffered from it.

This was a rule now. Lunch box too would never dare trespass the borders !!

The centre was always an amiable lot. Wonderful people (not to say that the others were not) made it their territory. I remember fond interactions with Jayshree, Rajatha ,Sarika, Sitara, Deepa, Bhoomika and most of the rest. And ofcourse there was the “Back” gang with Bhavya,maddy,madri,prajwal,dark lord and everyone else.

Doesn’t it seem funny now how funny we used to be?

But The Friday (I love to call the last day in a rather filmy way) defied all conventions and broke all rules. I recollect with great joy clicking pictures hands-on-shoulder with Maheshwari , Jyothi, Shraddha nad many others. Believe me it felt wonderful.

Probably for the first time in 3 years I shook hands with Srishti,Eishita,Ankita,Minal,Neha and many more. I felt ecstatic !! I still regret – how-i-wish things had been this way from Day1. What if we never bothered to draw lines and separate ourselves into stupid groups. What if we all felt the same way as we did on The Friday right from the first day. How would have been the life in college if ,when entering the class, we had the freedom of choosing which corner of the class to sit in!!

But leave aside regrets. Aim sure all of us are extremely happy that things ended on rather beautiful and sweet note which was not expected. Hugs went all around the class and photographs saw a healthy fusion of The Left , The Right,The Centre and The Back!!!!

This post is to recollect any memories of incidents/events/people/teachers who made this divide evident. The intention is to understand where it all started. How did you go on to belong to where you did in the class. Any funny rumours regarding class polarization politics or any other thing which you feel worth sharing.

Please note that your comment must never offend anyone. As I always say . It must all be in Good Humour .

PS : All of you who thought I never knew names of most of the people. Look here how many of them I know. I love them all .We all love eachother !!! :o)

The End or a new beginning??!!

The dearest of moments in life often come unannounced. They are less prepossessing and ofcourse never anticipated !!

Nostalgia is something that I have always been afraid of and till today haven’t found a dodge-route around it. It becomes quite difficult to digest the fact that what defined your life for the recent years would cease to exist and life again takes one of its characteristic turns to an uncharted destination. All that remain with you now are those moments that you had lived during those times and of-course the regret of how-i-wish-it-could-have-been-better.

But I could not have asked for anything better!!

All those people who you had never spoken to in the last three years suddenly bid you farewell with a warm and welcoming hug!! Class was more like a studio with talent exhibition and public display of emotions – for and from the people you least expected. Cameras were doing rounds across every smiling face, every tearful eye and every farewell hug. Memories and testimonials were being recorded in the most fanciful pages and designs.

But amidst this heterogenous pool of emotions was a very strong realisation which evoked the strongest nostalgia. No more dressing up for college . No more tension of submitting records. No more cribbing about extra-classes . No more of rushing through the morning to reach college on time for the first class. No more submissions-last-minute. No more irritating the teachers. No more chewing gum in the class. No more singing birthday songs. No more sharing Lunch. No more dreading the next complaint to the HOD . No more hiding in the last bench to write your project or to catch up with your sleep . No more of fun of hiding to text from your cellphone. No more imitating the teachers. No more ………….

The list is endless and yes I only regret – how I wish the time would have slowed down and given us enough chance to be together , to live some more , to be a child for some more time , to know some more people a bit more better !!!

All that remain now are those fond memories.

All of you , regardless of your “group”, please join together to create a memoir that we shall cherish for years to come. Believe me its getting hard now!!!