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If it was not so evident from the state this blog is in, this should be, in all probability the end of this blog, for now. It's not that I am bored of blogging or anything remotely similar; it's just that I am slightly busier than before.

Bye, Bye.

This Thing

I don't know if the timing for this post is perfect. It has been a while since I posted anything and this is some thing that has been occupying my mind for quite some time now. We had Cranium, an all night quiz some days back at college. Cranium is generally conducted by the passing out batch and is loads of fun. Admist the fun, I decided to put in a question about this thing. The question went some thing like this – These are real life accounts of an event. Which event?

At about 12.30 am I woke to the sound of my baby coughing badly. In the half light I saw that the room was filled with a white cloud. I heard a lot of people shouting. They were shouting 'run, run'. Then I started coughing with each breath seeming as if I was breathing in fire. My eyes were burning.

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It felt like somebody had filled our bodies up with red chillies, our eyes tears coming out, noses were watering, we had froth in our mouths. The coughing was so bad that people were writhing in pain. Some people just got up and ran in whatever they were wearing or even if they were wearing nothing at all. Somebody was running this way and somebody was running that way, some people were just running in their underclothes. People were only concerned as to how they would save their lives so they just ran.

"Those who fell were not picked up by anybody, they just kept falling, and were trampled on by other people. People climbed and scrambled over each other to save their lives – even cows were running and trying to save their lives and crushing people as they ran.

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"Everybody was running. Many fell down, but people stepped over them and ran. My husband had just got his salary, so we had money to take a train out of ______. But at the railway station there was chaos. Trains weren’t running and people were all over, coughing and vomiting. So we ran to the bus-stand, but there weren’t any buses. So we ran back to the station and spent the night in a pit next to platform no. 5," she says. Huddled in the pit with the family, with faces covered in wet cloth, she passed out

She returned home next morning to find her eyes red and swollen. She also learned what it was all about.

Her menstrual cycle became erratic after the incident. That is now also the problem faced by her four grown-up daughters, and almost all members of her family suffer from weak eyesight and recurring chest pains. And one of her daughters has been repeatedly operated for cysts in her reproductive organs. About her husband, who is due to retire from All India Radio next year, she says shyly and hesitantly: "I can’t even tell you what he is suffering from."

I hope the point of this seemingly innocuous question was not lost in the fun and games of the night. You can technically answer the question and be curious and all whether you are right. Before you answer, let me tell you this – you are most probably right about which event this is about. But, that is not the point.

Of delays

I have ten minutes to go before my class begins. For those, who are expecting the V for Vendetta post, I composed the post and asked a couple of people about it. In a nutshell, I have decided not to act as stupid as some other people. I will however post it, with the contents slightly (?) altered. That done away with, the internet connection in my room has gone bonkers for some strange reason. Which, I think sort of works out nicely. Except for the fact that I am itching to make Cranium questions =(.

Teaser, types.

The last two days have been sort of long-ish in terms of my sleeping hours and their timing. A lot has been talked over tea, coffee and walks. This is very random, (this sort of serves as a reminder) but I think I would call my next post V for Vendetta.

And I am absolutely not talking about the movie here.

Chalte Chalte

I would keep this short and given the readership this blog has, I would not explain a lot. I usually like to maintain my personal life separate from my e-life(?) and I have debated doing this for close to 24 hours now. I think I would post this, because this deserves to be told. I, however, will not name or give a direct link to the people I am talking about.

Four years in college is a long time. A lot of memorable events and a lot of not so memorable events usually make up these years. Then, there are the notions of right and wrong that one ends up developing. There are people, there are things one ends up believing in, in standing up for. However, every once in a while something happens that shakes up a lot of those beliefs. Violently so. There are also the repurcussions of these events that make you want to cry. One of the very few times you want to cry for some one else. For some one you have known only for four years. You think about it for close to 24 hours and end up not doing it because it would not solve anything. Not at this stage at least. You feel confused and sad as what you tried preventing from happening eventually ended up happening. Because, some people chose not to listen to what you had to say as they firmly believed they were right. You tried convincing, but did not persist. Because, you thought everyone has a right to their space and their ideas and it must be respected.

Because, in all fairness, every one is a rational human being.

However, some things are right and some are not.

Right here, right now

Rajat sahni is playing with rubik's cube.
Bhanu kacchey baniyan mein khada hai.
Vibhor us sey khel raha hai.
Life chill hai.

WTF, mate?

I was checking the stats section of my blog when I came across this. Have a look at the portion in red. 

The IIT Delhi Parliamentary Debate

Originally uploaded by Aidoneus.

 

 

 

I want

I have an exam in almost four hours from now. I, however, don't feel like studying at all. I feel like doing a lot of things. I feel like watching V for Vendetta all over again. I watched the movie yesterday, first day first show. Do not be under the assumption that I am thinking while writing this post. I am plainly putting down whatever is coming to my mind and backspace has not been used so far in this post. V for Vendetta was a fucking awesome movie, plainly put. A detailed review (minus the spoilers) should follow shortly. Also, last evening in college, some friends and I constituted a bitch club. I also felt like going to secret spot no. 2 in the night, however was too tired. I think I like secret spot no. 2. I like it a lot. Himshwet insists that we call it Sin city, given what happens there. But, Harry believes that it is apty termed Secret spot no. 2. It gives it that element of mystery. I fucking want to do a lot of things right now. I want to bungee jump, if possible from the MS rooftop. I want to get a tattoo. A  suitably cool one, hopefully. I want to kick some people in the balls. Repeatedly so. I want to fucking slap some of them and spit on their faces. I want to smash my cellphone in the ground and see what happens.  I have seen other people do it. It looks like a lot of fun. I am running out of thoughts and I would end with this conversation I had with a couple of friends day before yesterday. They were two females. Extremely nice, both of them. They told me of this conversation they were having with this third female, who is not so nice, about what guys think when they see a girl. According to them, either guys imagine screwing them or imagine them topless. I would not comment on what guys actually do but it's funny how things are seen from the other side.         

Philosophical post of the day

Because sometimes, the juice is just not worth the squeeze.