Decode.

What is it, I asked. Only time could tell, they said. The other day I was reading a blog, after a long time, per say. But I did read. What intrigued me was the writer, of course who is a dear friend. And no that wasn't the intriguing part. The part where the author wrote a small story of her life. A small and elegant story which comprised to only Love. It was/is a really sweet story. It takes us back to the age of not-knowing-anything and brings back to this present day. And whatsoever, however long the time might have traveled and however far the people stayed apart, the author proved that somethings don't change, at all. 

I must confess before I say anything further. I really envy the author. Not envying in a jealous kind of way, but envying in a why-not-me kind of way, if that makes any sense. I told her the same and I got the same reply that every person in love have told- It will happen when it is supposed to happen. I was like, "Yeah, sure. Why won't it? Lemme just wait and look at the sky and wonder". But it is not that simple, is it? If it were, I wouldn't have been envying or trying to decode this extra-terrestrial phenomenon. 

I just believe that it happens in the places where we least expect them to happen. Let me take the example of two of my friends. I wouldn't even have dreamed about them being together. When we know people, we feel that we understand them, mostly by what they say and do. So, when I believed that something is going to happen, I sided with the heart-breaking sob story from him or her. But turns out they are together and are happy about them. It is mysterious, believe me. May be I just have to live it to know it. 

One of my other friend is deeply and madly in love with a person who used to work with him. He said he was thinking about her all the time. He was even getting dreams about her. Once he even got a dream of getting married and both being happy together, but then he woke up. He was so happy but was disappointed because it turned out to be a dream. And nevertheless, he is afraid. Afraid of losing a friend. Afraid of rejection. What might happen? I said, it is a risk he should be willing to take. Yeah, I told that as if I am an expert in this stuff. And then I look at the mirror and laugh about it. I and giving advice, really sweet of me. NOT. He makes it so obvious as if he is giving hints or something. But he is such a drag. I don't know what he will do. I feel that people in love are/should be brave enough and take responsibility or something like that. Not that others don't have to. But this kind is a little rebellious, don't you think? I may be wrong. Well, what do I know about love, anyway.

So, then again I was back on that hope thing. They said, eyes are the doorway to a women's heart. Or whoever said that must have been an handsome hunk, nearly 6 feet tall, 6 pack well toned buff-body, green/blue eyes, bla bla, you get the gist right? And whenever he looked at the girls, they would just melt in his gaze or whatever. Now lets just get back to reality and do that. Yeah, it was my chance to open that door. And when I did, I didn't hear their thoughts but the look was quite self-explanatory. I don't think I would have to explain it. And then college happened, where every freaking guy was using that same principle. I guess it has worked on a few but it left a whole new impression on them - that guys are creeps. From that day, I didn't wanted that tag on my face. So what did I do? I stopped looking at them altogether. Even if they were like drooling hot, I wasn't going to watch. I will just walk right past them without any care in the world. Yes, I guess I had become a real human then. So, no staring since then, not opening that door. And eventually, all that might have happened never happened. 

Sometimes when I am travelling, I come across people. Nothing interesting, except when it comes to couples. I look at the guy and I am like what the hell? I have a better chance than that dude. But then again it is not about how one looks, is it? If only, that were true. And then again, I doubt it when I am on the other side of the question line. When will I understand that it is not something anyone could decode or something. Its' not a code or a mystery or a puzzle of any sort. May be I just have to wait. And before I end my stupidity, I feel I am getting old. When I told this to the above mentioned author, she assured me that I am not and that time will make it happen. And today I realized that I have more grey hair than my dad. I have no idea where they came from. But it is spreading like a wildfire. And I really can't do much about it. 

An Odd Story!

Once upon a time called today, somewhere in the kingdom called The Silicon Valley, there lived a normal guy who was visibly seen but still was invisible. He wanted to keep that thing about himself the same way for all his life. But what he didn't know was that there was a lot stacked up for him. So, one fine day as he was totally clueless about what he wanted to do and no work at hand, he jumped right at the first opportunity that presented itself before him. The opportunity wasn't the best one, neither it was anywhere near good. But his idle mind was getting frustrated about being waiting for something amazing to present itself. But he knew that there was no chance in hell that there would be something amazing waiting just for him. And the work he did, he didn't know a thing. So, whatever it was, he was planning to pass some time, learning something new because what the new work was not his expertise whatsoever. 

That fine day he witnessed a junta of enthusiastic people joining the same with a confused look on their face. Almost all the people who were roped in were new to the work and they had major plans for their future. And this new thing wasn't anywhere in the path of their major plans. The following day a majority of the people came to join the work. And mind you, everyone was confused about it. But at the end of the day, everybody was feeling safe and were ready to join. And so did he thought. Lets call this guy Aman. 

The work they were roped in was scheduled to begin right away, but with a primary training for a week or two. It was early morning and only a handful of people turned up. Among them Aman was the only guy so far. A few hours passed and these guys still waited for people to turn up. But only a few handful others turned up. By the end of the the morning, there were twelve people and Aman was still the only guy. Aman was having a very bad feeling about this. But he had no idea what to do. He wanted to just leave and tell some lame excuse. But he just had no clue about how to open the exit door when he had just opened the Entry door. By the end of the day, he was roped in and he became a part of the small team. And this day changed a little bit about himself that he wanted to keep on the dark. Being the only guy in the group of ten girls wasn't a great deal. Yeah sure the people were amazing, but still. And now, Aman was in the limelight. Only if he had the charms or the looks, he would have rocked it. Only if.

The first of the comment that Aman received was something like this : "You must be happy. You are surrounded by pretty girls. Right Aman?" He was actually shocked by the comment, but he replied,"No" and that reply was for the him being happy part. But before he could say anything,"So, you don't think we all are pretty. One day all these people will bash you up."  He let out an awkward smile and tried not to maintain eye contact. Another person after looking at the group made a comment like, "Oh, you are the only guy in the group. Are you okay and comfortable?" He had no idea what to reply and he smiled and said, "Yeah, I am". But he wasn't sure what he was thinking at that time.

"You know what is the specialty of this group is? There is only one guy surrounded by pretty girls. Look he is blushing.", so says one of the instructor who is a big fan of him, not exactly. 

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"So, what about you Aman? Are you committed? You can't be Single, for all we know."

*Tries to tell that he is still single* , but the voice fades and is completely inaudible.

"I know guys like you, who are silent  but they are exactly the opposite in social life."

"I am Single only." (He had no idea how to put the words. He never had to explain himself why he was single or as a matter of fact no one asked his status. No one actually cares/d. But he doesn't think they believed him when he says that he is Single! "Oh my, WHY ?", Aman exclaimed. He thought, no, he knew he is not one of those types who would be in anyone's prince charming list. In his mind, he concluded, "Ah, whom am I kidding? Prince ? Charming ? Yeah right, in my dreams may be."

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"So what should we do know? Okay, lets make the late-comer do something. Suggest something guys!". After discussing about this and that, the late comer volunteers to do a chicken dance. Ah, great initiative. But chicken dance? Aman thought whether she was for real. So, for that a chicken dance song is required and it wasn't available on the mobile. So, they try to download. But it was taking time, a little longer than anyone had anticipated.

"So, what shall we do now?", the instructor on being bored asked for the second time.

"Aman will sing a song", someone from the crowd shouted. Aman was kind of bored and half asleep when he heard that. And then he felt like he was thrown in a cold water and it hit him with a question "WHAT????". He thought in his mind, "Me? Singing? Does anyone have a death wish or what? But I don't know any songs."

"No, Aman tell something in 5 lines. It has been like 5 days since you joined here, so a line for each day".

Aman was so dumbstruck that he had no idea as of what to say. So, he said what he says all the time, I mean shout all the time.

"I am Aman , as all of you know!". Yeah, everybody knows. I don't like that. I don't want to be the guy with too much recognition. No, it will not be of any good for me. On the contrary, I become a victim to their entertainment, but if I was entertaining them it would have been a great deal, but I end up being a stupid. So yeah, recognition my ... And then he snapped from his temporary lapse of this conversation with self.

"I like blogging and photography is my hobby".

"What do you write about?"

Though he didn't see any of the other faces except the one asking the questions, he knew that no body was interested in listening to what he had to say about blogging or what he writes about! But he replied anyway. "I write poems, fictions and daily stuff. And I have a Facebook page for each of my blog." 

"I have a photography blog also. I have a Facebook page for that as well." Yes Sir/Madam, he was publicizing. And then there is a comment from a guy. "We will like you page today." And Aman let out a smile. 

"So, we are like 30 members and by the end of the day, you will have 30 likes", the instructor said. He was actually counting on that. But 4 days have passed since then. Not. Even. A. Single. Like. Or a visitation to the blog.

But the centricity and the so-called-recognition that was there has started to fade off as everyone is realizing that this guy doesn't need that much of attention that they were showering on. As the crowd slowly started increasing and more people came into picture, soon Aman will fade out, just like he wanted it to happen.

Call me. Not!

I haven't talked to much people lately, on phone. If you are to count the family member, well they top the list. So, that does mean that I am not in any relationship of any kind because god knows how long I would be talking on the phone.  But let's just call me lucky to be not part any of that ritual, thankfully. But, I have been lately hit with this notion of phone call. When I asked a new friend why not on Facebook, I got a reply dating back to the pre-internet days when we just used to talk to each other on phone and internet was something we were not so much associated with. May be because we were never introduced to the concept of the internet chatting by then, we were just unaware of all these things. But in spite of all the development in today's day, we still find some people who still use phone and not be associated with the social media, well, my friend does. So, that brings me back to the topic : Phone.

I usually use my phone for using the internet and staying in touch with all the friends that I have. But I have never called them, unless its' important, like asking them to come to the canteen or to confirm whether they were going to the office (as they weren't replying in WhatsApp).  So, when I don't do the top up recharge, for say like a month or even more, there is nothing to worry about unless I am stranded in an unknown place and need to communicate with someone for help. But lets not jump too high up the pole. For your information, I don't leave my room most of the days. So, I getting stranded in an unknown place is something not gonna happen. Never. Ever. I think. But anyways, let me share some stories that date back to my engineering days regarding the phone calls. 

I got a new phone, courtesy of my dad and the company he works for : A free phone. The phone was supposed to be used by him, but I just joined college and I got to keep it. But it was not the reason, I had already taken the ownership. *Wicked smile*. Though the phone wasn't my choice, but well it was the latest in the block and I appreciate all new things and gadgets. But I was still in my high school (plus 2 / intermediate) when they took the new phone. After nearly five months, I got into college and got my first number, courtesy of my cousin. I had no proof on my name by that time to submit, so! When I got my new number, I flaunted it everywhere and by everywhere I mean the social platform and that filters down to Orkut. No, I am not a popular guy, but I just wanted attention I guess(I know I am the creepy dude, you can stop judging me now). And truth be told, I wanted to get some calls from girls, perhaps (even creepier, right? Tell me about it). Because why would any random guy would want to call me anyway? Duh! No, don't even think about it. Drop it, your thoughts.

After like a few months, I got a call from an actual girl, or well the voice sounded like one. But frankly speaking, I didn't knew her. She claimed to be a friend of a friend of a friend. I know the Friend #3 because he used to sit beside my in the last year of my high school. Friend#2 is the friend of Friend#3. And the Friend#1 is a totally unknown person. Believe me, the identity is as mysterious as it gets. Friend#2 and Friend#3 had something under their wraps, which I was a little aware of. So, Friend#1 called me up to know about it. WHAT?! Right? But it was a girl, so I was all excited and stupid and reciprocated the same for a major part of the time. She even created a fake Orkut account, because that profile too good to be true. Yeah, like I said it was mysterious. Sometimes, I got in contact with Friend#2, but as time passed, Friend#1 left the Friend#2's college and joined some other college. All this are the claims by Friend#2. Wait, Friend#2 is also a girl, I didn't mention but it is clear right? And to be clear, Friend#3 is a guy(though I mentioned it earlier). So anyway, a month long (or even more, I have completely forgotten about it now) ended in such tragedy. I always had a feeling that Friend#2 called me up in the name of Friend#1 to know about actually happened and what and how much I knew about the chemistry between F#2 and F#3 ! People can be hyper-crazy sometimes, or is it just me?

My third year was about to come to an end. But there was something like a seminar which we were supposed to give on the project we did in the summer vacation after the end of the second year. And that seminar was a big flop show. Believe me, it sucked like hell. I even changed my status to "The worst 30 minutes of my life" and an hour later my dad pinged me to ask about it. And when I didn't respond to his question, he dropped the question while we were having a casual conversation when he called to ask whether I had dinner. I somehow managed to dodge that question. But it has nothing to do with happened next. I got a call from an unknown person. It was a girl. Yeah, Shocking. Plus Goosebumps. I mean who could it be? But don't worry, this person is also a mystery, to this day. I have no idea how she got my number in the first place. But there was an interesting story that she weaved. She claims to have seen me sometime somewhere in college during some event, I guess (because it wasn't so clear). And there is a catch here, indeed many. She claims that I have a nice (read: great ) hairstyle. I mean, LOL, literally. My hairstyle? You gotto be kidding me. I had a feeling that this was another prank call. Umm, not another, the first of its kind. Another catch and this is a pretty shocking one : She knew my damn name! How is that possible? And the last catch is that she doesn't even speak my language. Come on, when on earth did I go international (okay okay) National? She claims to have got my number from some dude whom I barely know. I have seen him in my hostel a couple of time, but he is just a nobody to me. And how on earth did he get my number in the first place. He is of different branch and he was my junior. So, what and how are still a mystery. Wait, so is this girl! A mystery. I tried calling back that number a couple of times after that night, but I was greeted with a switch off anthem. It depended on her when to call and when not to. So, there was nothing I could do. I tried almost everything to find out who she was, but all attempts failed. And just like that, whoosh! The movie ended. Please proceed to exit. Next in theaters : Oz  - The Great and Powerful II.  Not funny, right? Glad, we are on the same page. 

What do these people take me for? What do you think of all this? I am such an idiot? Was this going through your mind? Well, it's okay. You don't have to admit. I know. 

P.S. There is no P.S. That's it. The End. You are welcome. 

P.S.S. The title is a rhetorical. Yes, there is no P.S. but there is a P.S.S. And in this process, I wrote both. Darn. 

No Title Post.

I really don't feel so good. Whenever I am travelling or sitting at office staring at the computer, I get some brilliant ideas and I make a mental note of that to write about it no matter what. I think about the whole script on my way back to my room where I have to walk like 200 feet. The music keeps playing, but I am numb to it as my mind is busy with its dwindling. And then again I don't think about it much. You see, I am kind of a superstitious as well. Let me clear the air about it. I have a feeling that when I get those great thoughts, I get in a flow, at a time. So, I just keep thinking about the topic or the starting lines. Frankly speaking I have had such experiences when I think of the whole script in my mind and then when it comes to writing, I don't get a word. So, the past couple of years, I have made it a point not to think much about the thought, as in the connections and intermingling; and just let that build up when I put it on paper or the written word. Am I confusing you? I guess I am. 

At the beginning of the month, I had received an awesome guest post by an equally awesome writer. It was a story and it was a damn good story. So, I told about it to a couple of friends and my cousin sister. When I said about the ending, that she would love it, she sat down and read the whole thing. And believe me, she is not the reading type. Because whenever I tell her to read my blog, she gives a big sigh and calls herself English-illiterate. God, did anyone look at me, my writing? What should I be called then? Since I gave a clue about the ending, and her zeal and excitement to tease me compelled her to continue reading it. But as most people kill the suspense by reading the last chapter or pages of the book, she did the same thing. And yeah like other she read the whole story as well. 

My point about that asking her and the others to read the story was to point about the detail of a character ( read : me ), a complete stranger ( umm, she would kill me if I said that. Lets say a writer and reader who has been reading my crappy posts for over a year and still doing that. And also let me add, studied me. Or is it that I gave more hints and clues about me than I know. Whatever! you get the gist , right? ) . So, the point I was referring to was about the character detail that a reader could grasp just from the writings. May be I have given more clues about me than I know or not, but everybody just can't read other people that easily. Believe me, my friends don't even know half of me even though I hang out with them almost the whole day. See, it is an art. 

Though, my sister appreciated the writer and sent praises as well, but she also kept the last part to keep teasing me. That teasing thing is mutual. She is about to get married and I tease her about that. So, she is reciprocating that. Of course she would. I have been teasing her for like a year now. You could imagine how much balance (read : revenge per se :P ) that is still left. 

So, I wanted my friends also to read the character (me) detail which I was referring to earlier. Even they too said they are English-illiterate and also that they need a dictionary to read my blog! I was like, WHAT ? You were referring to my blog, right? Mine is like th simplest language ever. Even the third grade kid would laugh at me. ( Now, you don't have to laugh ). And when they said about the dictionary, I was rendered speechless, like umm, whaaa.. ?! Even then, I forced  a guy to read that by sitting just beside him. He read exactly half and then got back to his work and then forgot about it altogether. I am kind of a little relieved about that now. I will get to that why part.

The WhatsApp Group

Recently we created a group in WhatsApp. Okay, I am guessing everybody knows what this is right? Umm.. If you don't kindly open a tab and search for it. Its the least you could do. Thanks. This group has only six members as of now. But that's sufficient. It has only been two week since we created it, but most part of the time we are busy. We here means I myself alone. I am group admin, so I have to be. #JustSaying. No, its' not like that actually. I just respond to whenever there's a ping or message from the fellow members. There is no motto for this group. But what we do the whole day is tease others about the imaginary girlfriends and the crushes. The single people's idiocy. So, you see why I am glad that my friend didn't complete the story. 

The other day when we were discussing about the crushes, I had woven a nice convincing story. Thanks to my writing and imaginative skills. *Self Praise* *Pats myself*. I just created another crush. 

The Coincidence. 

Two weeks back we went to a Go-karting. It was awesome, to speak about it. As we were hungry we went to Dominos. We ordered a few pizzas and sides. And then as we were waiting one of the guy started the topic discuss about crushes and the stuff like that. Some of the other members didn't know about his side of the story. As he mentioned his side of the story, one of the girl from his story just entered the Dominos. Now, imagine that. He was just speaking about her and she comes and sits at he adjacent table facing us. From that day, he is completely booked. There is another story related to this guy, which I will probably tell in the coming posts.

P.S. I am still fighting with the writer's block. When I started writing this, I opened the New Post almost ten time. I wrote one line and just stared at it. I was not able to write a word after it. I tried my best. But then, I just wrote this another crappy post. umm.. 

Day 162.

1. I have been lately off. This includes I being too irregular at blogging and then again when I write something, I am not perfect. Ok, I agree that I wasn't perfect in any of my earlier posts. But you can't blame a man for trying . Okay. So, from posting a blog-post each day, I trickled down to posting, oh wait, I am not even posting. I really miss writing and whats' worse is I want to write but just unable to pen down. Well, that is the reason in the decreasing readers and the comment count. No wonder. But, a comment on my one of my post caught my eye. Yeah, all the comments on my blog catches my attention, so did this. But this was different and I am indeed obliged to post it here. You will also get the reason after you go through it. So, it was a comment by Kriti Bhatnagar on the previous post titled "The World Conspires Against Me". 

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Oh no...the world doesn't conspires against you... :l

My friend...you got to change your point of view... B)

Why work hard when you can take it light... ;)

Pull back your chair...and your sense...a coffee might delight! :P

Why was it so bad with your day? :O

Which novel are you reading by the way? o.O

But I'm glad you let the hungry-for-ages guy ahead! :P

Don't worry bwwoy, things will be alright time to get back to your bed! :D

As per the God is concerned...just don't worry... :)

There's a hell lot of traffic...he usually remains in hurry! ;)

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Now, that rhymed and was one of the best comment I ever received. I replied to this comment that this comment was so going into my blog, so here it is. 

2. People are different in their own way and that makes them unique. And when these many unique people exist in the space around us, there is always a chance to find some commonalities among people which leads them into becoming friends. Now, let me be clear, I am unique in my own way, ok, I agree in a weird way. Facts apart! I am not too good at making friends. Okay, I shall stop, I am not in a place to talk about something that I don't really know about. So, what I wanted to tell is about the conversations that we have with people. I am a little too movie-frenzy and also of tv-series. So, I have a habit of talking in the same way. I would use the words like "True Story", "Legendary" , likewise.  So, occasionally  I when I use these words, I get a reply asking for the reason or what it was. Like when I say "You are an intelligent guy and everybody knows it. #TrueStory" . Yeah, I hash tag also in chats. If you don't use those, then you should probably ping me or buzz me. So, when I mention like that, they ask what story! I feel like #FacePalm. And you can actually see me do that when I am asked like that. First thing is that most people don't watch tv series like I do and also they don't know these things. How can anyone miss any of those series? Now, they will tell they didn't watch the F.R.I.E.N.D.S series. No Offence. Anyways, there is still a possibility that people are just not interested in TV series. 

2.a. Okay, fine. Let's say a few people are just not interested in watching tv series. But then when a guy who is so excited to watch a Superman movie asks you what are Superman's powers, then I feel like someone should kill me right there. I mean come on, how can anyone miss Superman from childhood. If it were Shaktimaan, may be its fine because I could consider that they might not have had Doordharshan at their homes when they were kids. But Superman? ....Kal-El? Clark Kent ? Nothing rings a bell, huh ? 

3. It's almost 16 days in the month of June and I am still stuck at 3 posts so far. That's insane. No, it is not about the number. It is about what I am doing with the time that I have. What have I been busy with? I question myself to find myself pondering into space of void. Eventually, I snap out of it may be my when my laptop suddenly shuts itself down because it just got overheated ..well... without doing anything. I power it back on throwing some wind or should I say air, whatever! I blow at the fan trying to cool it off as if I am icing it with my breath. May be my breath itself fuels the heating process! We will never know, because we will talk about my breath any more. So, what have I been doing? Thats' a question I often forget answering. Ok, what was the question again?

4. The journey from office to my room is getting weirder by day. Usually, it consisted of a nice dinner at KFC or Pizza Hut or McDonald's after I got down from the bus and a small walk like the length of the river Nile to my room. So, what was it like before it started getting weirder? Well, after the nice little dinner... hmm.. I wouldn't call it little... rather a hefty dinner, I stride back to my room at my fastest pace with my hands tucked in my pockets. And this is the time when other people also return to their homes/rooms. So, I start capturing faces mentally in my mind as in like a cache to entertain me in the way along. It starts from the nice corner seat in the KFC. And by the way, for your information, here faces= girl's faces. I capture as many as I can. I know I know, I said stopped ogling these days, but you can't blame a man for trying. Okay, so after covering the length of river Nile and when I am just about to reach my room, I see a dude. On my way, I have seen may dudes. And I cancel all of them from getting into my mind. But this one is kind of odd and this dude deletes all the captured faces. The reason you ask? I take a turn and there are like four building before I could reach my room. So this Mr.Dude walks on the road in his boxers with nothing above the waist line. Now, does he have a Six Pack body? NO. But what he has is a tight boxers as if he is going for a dive or something and add to it the rain-forest on his chest. Beautiful sight, indeed. Now, that's how one ends a day. Why does he do that, to which I have no idea. If he is trying to woo someone, well.. he is doing a very good job at it. 

P.S. : Day 162 here means it is that day in this year. Well, I wrote this post then, but never got a chance to complete it. Anyways, now I did post. 

In wrong shoes.

Day 3, Friday : Things that make you uncomfortable.

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When I first read the topic, so many thoughts came flooded in my mind. I figured out there were many than I had imagined. And I an finding it difficult to just sort out the mess that these thoughts have made in my mind. My mind always deceives me into believing into something untruly natural but a disguise in reality.

1. The Stage : There have been many times when I saw the stage as the death trap. Seriously. Whenever I am supposed to be on the stage, the hour before that I make plans in my mind about the same. And these plans turn our to be the best. Until I wake up from day-dreaming and the person besides me tells that its my turn and have to take the stage. My hands freeze, my throat becomes dry, I look at the ceiling or something away from fixed eyes and I stammer at every single word. That pretty much sums up to the most awkward presentation by me.

2. The Newbies : People who don't know me or whom I have just met. Sometimes, it often happens that these new people are very talented, knowledgeable and highly sophisticated people. These have the thinking level far above mine. So, when they talk and keep on talking about one topic, then another and then another I just stare at them nodding and smiling occasionally in agreement to what they are saying without understanding a single thing. All the time I lose track of what they are saying and then I don't know whether to look at them or just some random moving object at the back. And more over I am in a awkward situation when they ask me about my opinion. 

3. The Girls : With my past experiences, these group of people make me the most uncomfortable. Like I said earlier, my mind plays tricks with me. The scene inside my mind is so damn perfect and the execution of the same, not so nice. It was then I decided not to bother myself much about them. Now you know the reason. And the problem still persists. 

4. Loathers : The self centered egoist maniacs. That's what I call them. Actually, to start with I am not much bothered about them. I don't really care. But they happen to be in my way, walking besides me, and doing what they usually do, which is babble about themselves. I being a nice guy control myself, or else they might be in the hospital and myself, I guess you know. 

5. The Questionnaire : The viva-voce is undoubtedly on the top of list that make me uncomfortable. I skim through all the questions, all the topics, almost everything if I am interested in that subject; or else I don't even give a peek. Finally after an all-night-er, I end up satisfied with my preparation and rather too confident. Then it happens which I have no idea. I don't get a single thing to my mind and I am in the middle of the most uncomfortable situation having no idea where to look, at them or the ground. Not only that, when I know something about other people through other sources and in the conversation it slowly starts coming out, and they keep asking more about it and I have no idea whether to tell or just keep ignoring it.

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And a lot are coming to mind. I will stop ranting here. I think this should be enough about me for one day. The coming days have much more difficult topics and involve revealing more about myself. Phew! I hope people don't start hating me for that. 

#TheMeChronicles   #RevealingMyself

Not Gonna Happen.

Casual Talk in Office one Evening (Scene 1) Btw [*GF = GirlFriend ]

Casual Talk in Office one Evening (Scene 2)

Casual Talk in Office one Evening (Scene 3)

I have had these type of conversations with too many people. I am asked with the questions about my relationships status. Though I have told a million times, I am still Single and Ready to Mingle and very Very Happy being Alone. But, sill I am darted with the same questions - "Dude, Do you have a GF?". Though I make the worst of the faces and pretend as if offended. Yeah, I tried to make that offended face, but that turned out to be funny, not at all near that offended. Why I wanted to make an offended face ? Hmm, Because, "Look at me!" I sometimes even say it out loud - "Dude, Look at me and do you think I have that BF-material face at all?" To which I get some really unexpected answers. "Yeah! You look good, dress well, and I have heard you are called Mr.Perfect" .

For gods sake, can someone drop that name. ME? MR. PERFECT? (Yeah! In my dreams, may be). Well, I wish to be Mr.Perfect. But truth be told, I am no-where near it. Some unfortunate incidents lead them, those brainy people who think too much into getting a new nick name for me. There is this nice movie, in which the Hero copied my hairstyle, and some part of dressing style as well. And he looks good in that, like Mr.Perfect - Dressed well, Punctual, Good Employee, well, to summarize, he is perfect. But me, on the other hand - Not even Close. But still, I got the name, and have to live with it. Even if most of the people don't know because they are new, some of the old people just have to get it out of their stomach. Yeah! Hopeless people. And I don't know whether I should take it as a compliment or not, because it totally contradicts me and moreover it feels like they are mockingly-sarcastic. I don't know what I have to do to make them believe that I am not that Mr,Perfect or even BF-Material. 

I had an interesting conversation with my cousin sister today, though it was all about teasing me that I am trying to find one, you know what I mean right? So, it's like payback. Because I always get onto her nerves teasing her about the same. Well, that's for another day. I mean I have to make the conversation more lively through these comic strips. I told her that I would make one avatar of her, and all about it. I don't know whether she believed it or not. But, you know me - Stubborn, Arrogant, bla bla... Wait! You know right? Or did I just ... Oh No..No..No! "Shift-Delete" the previous line from your mind. So, what was I saying - Yeah, Comic strips, coming soon. Don't wait up. Have a bowl of ice cream, sleep and then next day, a hot coffee or tea, whichever you prefer, then go to work after having breakfast, of course. Ok! I will stop. I am over-doing. 

P.S. And before you close this browser, don't get carried away by the comic avatar of me. I intentionally made it to look cool. Don't say, I look like Mr.Perfect, or whatever! That's just one of the many hats I wear. 

Hehe. "Dude, You have only 2 hats."

Not that Hats, Idiot. Don't get on my nerves now, b'cause I can't do anything. My legs have become numb as I have been sitting-sleeping inappropriately. Oh Boy, my legs aren't seriously working. >:(

Absurd Randomness - Love? Wth!

When  I hear the line "Love is in the Air", my immediate response is "Wth! The air smells of Dust, dump, what not!" And then I question myself "Is that even possible? - That - Love floating in the Air" And I have to discard the question immediately owing to my present situation - That me being Single. Haha. Right. As if I want to be in a relationship! Phew.

So, how does that even happen? - That people falling - in Love, I mean. I have heard stories, read some and saw some. What I saw are not that cool. Any how, How does anyone fall in the wonderful pit of Love. Ok! Fine! I am not that much fan Love, so you might get some strike-through(s) and well.. just keep an eye on all the negativity. So where was I ? Yeah, how does one fall? 

I see girls almost everywhere. And sometimes I am compelled to drop my jaw, practically. And exclaim "OMG". Seriously, I do that, in my mind though. Sometimes, the exclamation varies from "Holy Mother of God, Where do they come from" , sometimes, "Wth" (in a good way, I mean), "Seriously?" , and the list goes on. So, you get the point right? I was like that for a while, and literally I was at loss of words and minded my own business not making it my duty to look and Admire. Yeah! That's me admiring their beauty. And how can one not "love" such a person? I mean come on, look at them! Right, they are absolutely hot. And what am I there among all these melodrama - Just a spectator, Just a spectator. 

With that I came to a conclusion that how can just one person fall for one person. So, I brainstormed myself with all the possibilities. I hit some rock solid points. 

• I have been living with friends at hostel, in room for quite sometime. And what I have understood is that how good one is a friend there are still some differences. And sometimes, the differences are the similarities and that's what makes them good or lets say, Best Friends. 
• The Likes and Dislikes. 
• The Ideologies and the perception.
• The frankness and some sort of stupidity.

No, the list isn't over. I just ended it abruptly. It is very important to be in snyc with other's thoughts and interests. Else there would be heart-breaking and stuff like that. The similarities, the likes, dislikes , the frankness, humor, the charm, bla bla things and of course, the physic and body. When these are in synchronous with two people, obviously they are more likely to fall, in love , of course, right? And hey, I have no fudging idea about that! So, help me out here.

When I was a child, like I was in seventh standard, a friend, more like a classmate of mine, who happens to be sitting besides me pulled out a stunt. And by then I had crushes, who didn't? And mine started like in second or third standard. Call me weird! Well, what can I say? It was like that. So, what happened was that it was early January and the classes were going on just like every other day. Meanwhile, My bench-mate pulls of a safety pin and pierces into his thumb. We were supposed to read something and I was busy scribbling at the back of my notes, actually practicing my signature. I glanced him while he was busy pinning his thumb and then writing something with it on a piece of paper. I was shocked for a while and didn't understand why he was pinning his hand and what the hell he was writing with it. He covered it so that no one could see what he was writing. Later in the lunch break he revels it to us. And there was this girl who happens to have a Birthday on the same day. So, he plucks a flower from the school garden and tells one of my other friends to give it to her, The Birthday Girl. Almost half of us were against it and were warning him not to do that as it was her B'day and if she doesn't like it , it might spoil her b'day. And he was being a coward to give it himself. The aftermath, she didn't like the idea and did that stop him, he wrote another and another. He seemed crazy, like fudged up crazy. The next day, she comes school with Rakhi(s), one for each boy in the class. Yeah, that was when I first witnessed the first ever dumb proposal ever. 

And when time flew by, it became even more complicated. What do the girls see in boys? or Should I ask - What do they want to see in boys that pleases their interest? For boys, mostly, just good-looking is enough at this time. But people still get to the question which annoys me a lot : Do you have a gf? And I go like - Are you seriously kidding me? Isn't it obvious? I spend like 15-18 hours a day over the internet, and if the power's down novels. I have an interest in(read: Love) photography but too lazy to go out. I am online social person. I haven't talked to a girl for like in 6 years, except the internet chats. Weird, right? I agree with you, bro. As a matter of fact, I don't talk to most people (other than girls) as well #JustSaying.  And I am an extremely shy person, Go figure. So, yeah, I am not at all a boy-friend material. Even after explaining all this, they again ask that freaking question. And in their defense they say, I am handsome - Dress Stylish - Good Looking than them, and some other nonsense stuff. So, here's the truth - I ain't any of those mentioned. Seriously, where do they get that from? Can't they just look at me and get to a conclusion that they are just better. Phew! People and their absurd imagination. And stop asking me that question. Or Wait! Are you people mocking me / making fun of me? If you, you got yourself a problem buddy. 

I got carried away. Big Time. So, yeah love. The concept that is totally alien to me. Here I am referring to the young-love. You get it right? And all other sorts of love like the parents one, bla bla things hold an entirely different story, whatsoever. And I ain't talking about that stuff. That is authentic - and anything we speak of it would be less and probably I would be making it much worse with my horrid explanation and stuff. 

I think I should end this now. I have no f#'ing idea what I wrote. I was supposed to write about something and ended up with something I don't even know. And if you read this, come on! You did? Don't you have any better plans for today? Go on, enough of this nonsense and get on with your life, love and enjoy. I have that Game on Facebook to play right now. 

And Love is in the Air! No kidding, man. No kidding. 

Bazinga! I was Kidding. Come on, don't sniff it. Just Feel it. If you don't feel it, look arounf yourself, you will definitely find what I actually meant. 

Personality Trait - Sanity or Insanity.

I have always been a judge of other people. The people with whom I stay, the people I see, the people I talk to. In simple words, all people. That's my habit. I know I am Insane. But what can I say? I can't help with it. It is just how my brain works.  

I live in a metropolitan city. I come across a lot of people, a lot of different people and a lot of interesting people. I am judgmental person, you can say. I drop into conclusions and keep analyzing them over and over again. I get tired of doing that. I keep myself away from the worldly insanity and the hearth-pinching remarks on the other people. In my mind, I kill them several times. But I just give back a smile. If they do too much out of their insanity, I get a little agitated and exchange wordy disgust on their conduct. Some people piss me off. I am no good person, I know that. And I don't have the 'so-called-right' to judge people. So, myself and my conscious are always in a battle on this very topic. But the insanity of the people never cease to end and my unacknowledged brain never stops blabbering about it. So, what I do instead of what I do in my mind. I write and let off my guard and hope that it rests here. But I doubt that. People don't change. People don't read my blog, either. Seriously, I have over 150 followers and in that only 5% people read it. True Story. But why does the visitor count keeps increasing? Its' all Spam, like the people's mind. 

Come on, man. I don't recommend my blog to my brother only. Here some unknown stranger has told some other mad fellow that this blog is worth reading. Come on, don't kid yourself. 

So, Coming to the topic at hand. Why am I so compelled to write about this stuff? Some recent events have triggered my sanity held deep inside me by the unwelcoming-unspeakable comments on other people. What has triggered it? I will come to it shortly. 

We are humans. We make mistakes. We like some people, we hate some, we love some, we envy some, we really really hate some, etc. And now there are two types of humans-man and woman. I can't say much about women because I have no knowledge of them whatsoever. I mean look at me, me? talking to girls ? .. no way... But my mind sure does its analysis part on its own. But I have stopped that. I have even stopped thinking at least for a second. But what can I say, the mind does what it pleases. 

Recently, we had a new comer to our Hostel a.k.a. Paying Guest(PG). Since his room was not yet decided properly, he stayed in our flat. Well, he is mutual friend. Since 'boys will be boys', the usual topic/debate about the girls started. And I am no where involved in their discussion. I am the silent sitting duck in another room. And what more, we are all single guys. So, what does come to mind? A relationship! Let truth be told, I don't like the idea of being in love/ relationship kind of bullshit. Your opinions may differ with mine. Sorry about that because the worse is yet to follow. 

Whenever we go out for a casual snacks or shopping, the guys start checking out the girls all around them. That's common right? I used to, but I kind of dislike the idea now. I really don't know the reason. May be this could be the reason - I feel totally uncomfortable when someone looks at me and its even worse when I feel that someone is looking at me. I have to sit right, act right, bla bla bla things have to be done perfectly and this is all because someone is looking at me. Even if I am siting in the middle of a bus or walking on the street. So, I am stuck with the thought that ogling makes people(or at least me) uncomfortable. Let me give you a simple example. A guy is looking at a girl and that girl suddenly catches him looking at her. What usually goes in their mind? As far I know, that disgusts most people. So, that's why I don't even bother to give them a chance in the first place to get disgusted. May be some people like attention and want to be seen by everyone. And some really don't, I guess. But it is totally different if some guy catches a girl looking at him.

So, where was I? Yeah, guys checking out gals... If it just their beauty that they are bothered about I would have joined their cause. But they exceed the normal limits of sane thinking. They cross the line and let me say thats' totally disgusting when we hear those remarks/comments. They are also human beings for god's sake. If only they heard what these people say in whispers, the thought itself is disgusting. 

Recently we went to an amusement Park- WonderLa here in Bangalore. It was a great experience. So as usual there were water rides and all that stuff. The downpoint was that the pool was combined having both the genders. Now, need I say more about the insanity of the guys. One of my friends was totally head over heals moving here and there, not staying at a certain place. He says we have to enjoy every minute of it and his adrenaline-rushing excitement was a total creepy excitement.  He was in constant search of a better looking gal near the pool....I just can't say more... I feel sorry for myself because I stay in a world like that. Is this what we have come to? Are all the people like this? I feel sorry for them. Actually, I don't. Remember what my mind does to such people! I feel like that. 

Obviously most girls are better looking than most of the guys. Or that's what we tend to think. Of course they are Hot, sexy and they may wear whatever pleases them. They may like it, adore it. And that gives them personal satisfaction that they look cool/hot/sexy. Come on man, there is beauty in everybody, appreciate that, praise it if you like. Just don't pass awful remarks on how and what they wear! And also they can have friends of their own right? I mean the guy-friends. Now, having such friends is also seen as a crime by some of the people here. Is that it? No. They have to leave some sarcastic, most hurting, unspeakable comments on them. 

Yesterday, I was just shaken up by the brutality of some sick insane people when I read an article about an unfortunate incident to an unfortunate lady by some bloody bastards. Is it that difficult to keep in their pants or what. Like all humans, the unfortunate lady also has a life and those bastards had to ruin it. Where is the sanity of the people? Where is the humanity? Is this the only alarming case. Each day, we come across hundreds of similar incidents. In mind I have already started their torture. People say they should be hanged. What good does it do? I would show them hell, each day, every hour, every minute if possible. Because those people who suffered have to go through their life thinking about it every moment. And I sure believe, that is called living-hell. So, if I sound Insane or like a Psycho, deal with it. There are much worse people there out in the world. 

P.S. I am sorry. I got carried away by anger and the increasing insanity of the people. A simple thought leads to a greater invention. And that similar thought also ruins someones life. And that's why I feel sorry for my friends and myself. That's why I sometimes feel like I should be some sort of vigilante, or Dexter Morgan, may be. And I have no idea what the title has to do with whatever I just wrote. And also Sorry for the uncensored words. I tried my best to replace them with other words, but I just couldn't. 

Snooze.

The new social stigma alarms me a lot. There is new newness that is around me. Or I am just too old school. Or I had been all these days. Its not that I never knew this new arising, I just kept out of it. If there is this alarming political agitation, then there is this corruption figures. The Facebook wall keeps getting flooded with the anti-that anti-this, support-this, support-that. So, the issue at hand is not so big, but neither is it anything that should be left behind.

Grow Up People. 

There are people all round me. Some are beautiful, ...hmm.. well all are.. and the rest like me.. Aren't you the only one? Yeah, but don't say it out loud. So, my jaw keeps falling every time I go out and someone or the other just looks stunning. But I don't usually care much. I just mind my own business. I know what you are doing there? Just avoiding so that they will notice you. Will you shut up for once atleast ? Always blurting out the things that are not to be told. Well, so you got the point, right?  I don't understand whether it is natural or just the cosmetics or may be surgery, well who knows. So, the other day I was at a Super-Market and I happened to come across one such thing. White, beautiful, elegant, bla bla bla. And she was wearing a short, a very small one. So, being the nice guy here , I didn't even look twice. You are kidding, right? Who was it then who went into the babies section twice ? I was searching for something and mistakenly went there. So you say. Yeah, because its the truth. Damn you, Idiot. So, while I was on the hunt I observed some other things rather than the original intention. There were these guys at the store checking (I mean you understand) in not-so-good-manner. These people just remove the little respect for other individuals. So, that is one of the reason why I don't even eye most of the people. Yeah, I agree with him on this one. Huh, Thanks. And he just looks at the face once. If its nice, he gives another peek and goes back to his I-Dont-Care-If-You-Are-Effing-Beautiful mode and looks busy but does nothing. See, I am not that bad. Nobody said you were bad. You just did it yourself. Whatever. So, my point here : Give the people (especially to girls and women) some space of their freedom. Don't make them hate the whole opposite gender just because of a few stupid B#'s. 

The Dumpster Facebook 

Facebook is growing much more in popularity than anything in this world. You watch TV, billboards, hmm.. its everywhere. So, there are more people on Facebook than the total number of actual users. Now we know all the stuff about Facebook. That a girl posting a weirdest of the things gets the maximum likes and comments and the best thing that a guy posts gets nothing but mockery. We all know this, right? But something more to find out here is that most of the profiles which have girl photos are actually created by jobless idiots who just want to do something awkwardly crazy. Stupid Fools. And not only that, why is that people start proposing on the photos. I mean on the girls photos. Everybody knows that those people don't post their own photos. And more over that profile is not even maintained by a girl most of the times. And you don't want to look at the comments. Seriously, you don't want to. 

Stalk me not. 

Again, Facebook is one stalker friendly thing. No one has to move around and also gets almost every information. My information is more on twitter than on Facebook. Security issues, you know. Yeah, I know how secure you are when you tweet about your location  every now and then. Dude, give the man a break. So, recently, a Facebook ping alarmed me when the person was asking about someone from my friend list. I was a little stunned. It wasn't even about me, well partly it is. But the thing that he comes to my profile, then links back to another person's profile and gets a doubt in the whole person. Hmm, Weird? Is it what it is called! 

Snooze : Just like the morning alarm, no matter how may times it rings we I just keep pressing snooze. So, you get the relevance to this post. 

The Chemistry.

"Don't Judge the book by its cover."

Recently, I had a grave encounter which surpassed my normal thinking capability as I tried to bind it away and never to re-open it ever. But, I was forced to. I had long thought of writing about this Topic - The Chemistry.

It all began when I was on my bike and raging roaming the roads ( I was on a beach road, to be precise) of the City of Destiny, when I saw a girl on her Scooty zoomed from behind me. I was not at all surprised at that. I rather thought I had a competition to win and beat then by raising my acceleration and leap so fast that I fade in front of them. Just as I was preparing my mind in a span of a few seconds, a bike sped past me having two dudes' on it and they were following the Scooty which had just sprung besides me. Now, though the competition was over, I mean I forfeit because my bike can't even match one-tenth of that dudes' bike. The matter is not about the bikes, its about chemistry. Period.

There was this girl in my class who looked a little better than the rest of the people. A guy points at some other guy who was staring incisively at her. It is obvious he has a secret crush on her. It was quite evident when asked about it later, when he blushes. The question now is, the guy who pointed out about the staring-guy, was also staring at her. Later just to make sure no one saw him staring, he caught his likely self and made him the culprit because I was looking at the first dude did all that. Now you imagine the behind-the-scenes story. Period.

Movies are a bad influence. Is there any movie with no love story attached to it ? Hmm, let me think.. hmm..filter all the horror movies, or may be not. If some movie doesn't have a love story, it means it is one really sick psycho movie. The matter at hand is not about love, it is about how people are crazy about it. I can give you some examples, but you probably know more than I do.

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The Enthusiasts. 

Now, tell me who doesn't want to know a love story. Be it girls or boys, we just want to know. During this training period, I have been to some small trips in and around the place where I usually stay- Trivandrum, in God's Own Country. But seriously, I don't know whats' here that it got this name. The trips usually consisted of journey of minimum four hours or so. While in the journey people keep some games and something like that. I don't usually particiapate much, because I don't know any regional songs and also I suck at acting. Apart from that, they ask these questions about crush, love, exes if any and all related things. Once, it was going on. There were both girls and boys. Girls have prepared the acts for the boys to be performed, before hand and each guy was given a unique thing to do. But, guys didn't have any such preparation for girls. After all the guys were done expressing their love, past experience , a song , a proposal demo et cetera, except me - Well, I was sleep-acting just to escape those stupid questions/acts. Now it was the boys turn. The question was same for all the girls except that the girls changed. How many people proposed ? Why didn't you like/accept? Why did you accept? How did he do that? 

Last week, we had a very long trip. And while we were returning, out of a blue some idiot told the rest of the crew that the least active person in the group will be called upon and the rest can ask any questions they like. I was the first to be called. But seriously, I was active this time in-spite of me reading the novel for a major part of the journey. And anyhow, I was standing there and all those stupid questions came darting at me. 

Idea of Love?
Waste of Time. I would rather spend travelling and taking photos.
Idea of Friendship?
Well, I value it. 
Do you have any crush? 
I said No. But I ask you, what does it mean? I like a lot of gals, I mean, look at them, they look seriously good. If I have crush, then there will be a pretty looooooong list. 
Why don't you like any girl ? (in response to my reply that I don't like any and I was pretty assuring when I said that. Some might have also thought that I might be *you know* but I am not.)
I just don't like. Now I wasn't going to tell them that I like a lot of people and also they don't leave easily. If I say, I like someone, then they are prepared with the adjoining question about who? where ? the rest of the bulls#it questions! I preferred to tell a lie. 
And there were some more stupid questions which I am rather skipping. 

The Boy's Perspective.

Its common that people like other people. And people like more of the opposite gender. Now the next step that involves is talking. We see a stranger and who happens to be good looking more like smoking HOT, what can one do? Some man up, some just stare and some keep staring. But in most cases it happens that they are already seeing someone. I mean look at them, who would not have tried and who would not have succeeded, keeping aside the failures. Like I just said, I like a lot of people. But I don't give myself easily. I mean I would pretend as if I care the least and I am pretty convincing at that. Now, don't tell me that you don't have fantasies. I just stay there and don't come to reality often because what I learnt is reality is a bitter truth and look at me! I am not a bf-material, seriously I am not. So, I don't give a try. Let me share something, I am not the bf-material but I could try if it starts from the other side. I may, I am not sure. Now, I have confused myself. It always happens that where ever I go, my class doesn't meet to the expectations of most people, as a matter of fact any. Some adjust. I have an example. 

What can someone do to win over the other person. There is this girl who didn't fare well in one of the exam that was conducted and there is this guy who was trying to console her. I was not sure whether he was trying to console her or make her cry. First thing is that we don't know much about the subject on which we had the test. And there was a bonus for the week performers.  Bonus in the sense that those people would be made to stay for training for another week or so. So, in order to avoid that we had to show what we got. This guy was all over her advising. I have no idea as of how much he knows, but he is now the preacher. And last week, it was the friendship day and we were on the trip and some people were getting friendship bands. This guy comes all the way and gets it specially tied with someone whom I mentioned earlier. After early two weeks, the band still stays in his right pocket and is occasionally seen on his hand. Am I judging? No. I was just observing all these and making notes in mentally as of how can people be and how does one act to attract someone. Period.

 I will brief about myself in such situations. I mean dealing with them. I mentioned already. But still, Now I making it even clear. Like most people, I find many attractive and sometimes find even better than the previous. And these keep piling up. And if you want me to count, I might lose track of numbers. And then I don't bother them because may be I don't deserve or may be I just can't talk or may be I am not bf-material or may be I like to give their space. And now I don't show off. Something I am never good at. I tried but I end up in a worse place than I was before, so I backed off. And I don't talk because I kind of know what they might think even before I even speak and look at me, well don't. You might get nightmares. So, you get the point right. Enough  said. 

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I started writing this post some 6 months back or more. And I just ruined a perfectly thought-pre planned post with I-don't-know-what-I-just-wrote. May be I will come up again with a clear thought and precise content in version 2.0. 
Did I just hear someone shout "NOOOO!"? I usually over-think and over-hear sometimes. 

 - A Favour - 

And a small request - If anyone can write or enlighten us with the female/gal side, I would be more than happy. I would refer that as a guest post. So, if anyone is interested, please lemme know. Write in the comments below. 

Crazy-Stupid-Life.

The Moon looked beautiful. I lost track of me. Monday morning, I was hyper-active. I don't know, I saw the other side of me, which I sometimes get don't know how. In that precise moment, I get great ideas and thoughts. The first thing that I think after getting those brilliant thoughts is This is so going into my blog. But that Velvety Day ruined the perfect arrangement of thoughts when I learnt about the surprise or lets say the near death test for me. I won't go into the details, as I think I have already mentioned in the previous post. 

Yeah! Before I forget, I am looking at the blog updates daily but I am totally unable to read any of them. Time doesn't permit me to. Time doesn't even permit me to write a blog only. So, my apologies, if you are thinking I am visiting your blog.

OK! Where was I? Yeah, The Moon. The moon was radiating its florescent white light in the dark sky as the clouds drifted away. There was some kind of hurried-ness  in which the ckouds drifted away which was really very fast. If I am not wrong it must be a full moon day, right ? Well, whatever! I tried enjoying the beauty in the perplexed night light, but my mind id filled with some other things. And those fillers in the thought bubbles aren't so pleasant. Someday, there will be a day when I won't see the next rising sun, if you know what I mean. They say this is not all, (they here refer to the faculty), the future has a lot of similar such wonderful thought-bubble fillers and there will be a day when I might as well forget to think which I usually do. 

I was already tensed (credits to the exam) and feeling all like c*ap from inside. And to add to that we were told to come earlier which seemed like a mere waste of time and the company's money. I don't understand why they bring people on the topic called "Meet the Mentor" -which is supposed to be for sharing their experience and give hints and ideas as of how to improve oneself and grow within an organization. Two weeks back, we had a similar session and that person was awesome. And this time he totally bored the hell out of everyone and the bottom line What did we learn? - The answer to which is, Wait a minute! I didn't learn anything.

The Deceived.

The starting day of the Job-Training, there were three days of session just to make us familiarize with the formalities and the rules and all that nonsense stuff. I was totally relieved, believe me I was  when they mentioned that there will be no exams that will be conducted during the training period. So, I was in the same notion until last week. Thought they also said that all the people will be evaluated on the basis of their performance, to which I thought there will be internal assessment once a month. I made up my mind for that, though with great difficulty. I eased my mind when they said they have some parameter on which they will rate the people. Now, those *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* effing effers changed the name of exam/test to Diagnostics. Now imagine my plight when I learn about it. I was already planning to leave and this adds to it. I reason I am staying is I have no other option as of now. I may go home and prepare for the exams. Yeah, I can do that. But the only reason I am staying is that I might get some experience. The company's caption very aptly coincides with the companys' notions and effing ideologies -Experience Certainty. I don't usually mention all these things, because hmm..errm well you can call me Superstitious. Whatever! (I know I am bragging too much and writing all bullshit). Now picture this. On monday, some people were randomly picked and asked to write a test in which yours' truly is present and which got postponed, more like retest on wednesday, today and today Sir doesn't turn up and may be it will be there tomorrow and to add to it there is another diagnostics(You know, right ? Test / Exam ) on another topic which my great sir completed within a day without telling a single syntax. So, yeah! I am totally cool and calm. like effing COOL. 

-The Deceived. 

Caution.

I don't talk much. I have said that a lot of times, right ? Every one who know me says the same thing. Even my batch mate pesters me to speak. He so mentioned in one of the session in which we were asked to write about the partner in the batch. But I really can't speak. I really don't know why. In the meanwhile, I might have mentioned about this guy whom I recently added to my friend list. Oh! By the way, I have 1158 friends in my Facebook friend list, not a big thing but this guy mentions it all the time and I will also tell where he does that. So, among the 1158 friends I have I know nearly 300 of them and the rest are photographers and photo-sharing related profiles. So, this guy is the superstar of the class. People make fun of him but he gets back to every one of them in his own way. So, he makes fun of people and the people of him though everything is jovial. He really enjoys it, but pretends as if he hates it. The recent incident was in the BizSkill session in which Sir was discussing about the Mind-Mapping concept in which he took the example of this very person's marriage. And he is a funny guy, so he has a lot of friends as he gets into everything and speaks his mind outwardly not thinking what the other person thinks. Most people got used to this and so he is kind of popular. Coming to the point, I don't understand why he always gets his hands all over me binding me totally, touches my hair (and Man! I really hate that), pinches in the middle for no apparent reason. Recently, we were also taught about something called Personal Space, which he clearly didn't understand. Someday, he might have a sour eye or a teeth less in his mouth. And also this guy totally forgets they you are just beside him if there is a girl. Come on man, even when he is supposed to do some work, he leaves it and takes it lightly and gets all frenzy talking in his way of style which many people like while I hate every word he says. Its not only what he speaks, but also the way he speaks. And he tries discouraging people by his sarcastic remarks and so he mentions my friend list number and also my aggregate in my engineering. Bla bla bla . 

So, the caution - Be careful when you know some one who gives much preference to girl than his work and totally forgets about your existence. 

The Greeting.

So, today I got a greeting from three different people which I barely know. The first one being the one whom I recently met during a trip. So, not so great. The second one, I have never met nor did I talk once. The third one being another person whom I have seen and I thought I was invisible to the person because I don't talk that much as a matter of fact I haven't talked to this person at all. So, yeah three greeting more like two greetings from literally unknown people. I wonder whether they know my name or not because one person I have never met and the other might have heard from someone else but I haven't told them personally. The shocker- My own class people don't greet me. *Greeting here is a small one like hai , hello.*

So far, so now. I have no idea what I wanted to write and what I wrote. Hope that you don't laugh at my stupidity. So, Good Night.