Wednesday, April 13, 2011

One Incident.





The starting of a year always begins with a smile in the face and an urge to do something great in the coming year. I guess everyone in the world would have been happy and with no worries they stepped into the glorious new year. But, as far as I know it wasn't the same for some people. One of the person is my cousin sister, who studies in a different college. We both are at hostel at the same place, Visakhapatnam. Before I continue with the incident which happened last year on the last day of the year, let me give an insight of the people here, I distinctly mean the youth. 




This age is intense. The teenagers face a lot of hard times and never the less they manage to tackle all of them. Because we have the potential to face it. We have different mind sets but that doesn't mean we are always right and always wrong. We never know what happens when. All we know is that we are here to study, as some say and the others are carefree teens. There is no problem with the people obeying their elders or the teachers. But the real problem rises with the care-free kids. The mind is faster in growth of a ugly virus which manipulates the intention of these people. They are very much and well influenced with the wrong things. I sometimes wonder how these people are so 'STUBBORN'. It is never wrong to get the things do your way. But there are people who don't care about the minutest of the thing about others. But they speak of friendship like philosophers. Friends are a part of life, not the life. There are other people also who stand in the way to guide us to what we want to achieve. But we don't very much care about them. We try to follow our own rules even tough they scold us not once, not twice, but many times. I am writing about this because of the horrible situation in my class. People are like 'Jack-as*es'. Really, I mean it. And I really don't care what they think, because what they think is ultimate c*ap. Instead of repeated telling scolding, when these people continue to be the same, what do you call them. I really don't have a name/term for those people. And there are people who don't take anything seriously, even the things which are dead-serious. I guess that's called attitude. The people with the same attitude love the others with this kind of attitude. But, I REALLY HATE SUCH KIND OF ATTITUDE




Well, I am very much upset with the behavior of the people who happen to be my classmates. So, there was so much non-sense about them. So, back to the incident which happened on the last day of the last year in some college, where my cousin sister studies as of I know goes like this. I may not have grasped the whole incident, but as for I know I am gonna tell. 




My cousin sis' is in the final year of Engineering and happens to have got a job recently during the campus interviews. Some days earlier, some of her friends were studying in the library during the free time when a junior approaches them and says, " You seniors are really waste. You don't know how to do ragging. If you want to do ragging, call me. You people can rag me." [Now see the nerve of this person. She is a junior, a first year student in the first place and goes to the seniors and tells them in that kind of tone and attitude. I just can imagine the scene which might be going on in those seniors mind with all their facial expressions. Now, are these seniors such a fool?] These seniors got angry. [It's obvious to get angry, when some junior comes and tell them to rag her.] They told her friends and they decided to get her repent for what she has said. They selected some day in the last week of December as their hunting day. On that day her roommates did their kind of ragging (don't know whether it was good, or brutal) to that person, who aspired to be ragged. Next day there seems an complaint in their department office. The girl herself seems to have told her father, who wanted to take action against the incident. 




A room usually has three members each in their hostel. And when this ragging was going on, two of my sis's roommates and their whole junta was busy with their task of bullying while she slept silently. But the next day seems to be nightmare for the three of the roommates. These people were said to be expelled from the hostel. Some questions arise. "Who's mistake is it?" "Who is suffering for someone else's deeds?" "Who did the ragging and who is being expelled?"  That lil girl tells that she hasn't given the complaint. My sis' along with one of her roommate are innocent as they were not involved in any such activity, but they know the whole incident. It was the junior's father who seemed to have given the complaint to their Vice-Principal, as the VC said, but actually there was no such written complaint. As usual there was an individual interrogation and everybody told what hey did. But, he finally said three of the people to leave the hostel. My sis got angry about the VC's decision, but could do nothing. He said to bring their parents. Fortunately, my sis has an Aunt over here. So she took her the next day. 




And the VC started counseling each of their parents/gaurdian.  And you would be shocked if you hear what he told to each of the parents by giving certain weird examples. I myself couldn't hear when she was telling. I can say just this that it is totally not suitable for telling and not at all appropriate to hear it as a parent. That day passed with so much of un-clear decisions and moving here and there with no appropriate inclusions to draw. The whole day was wasted like the burnt tar. All came back with a grinned face and sceptical loss of their defeat to make the things work their way as some people were accused without any involvement in the incident. My sis's dad came over here and they all worked out a strategy to follow. That evening the room was filled with hot debates and explanation and stuff like that. They even decided to call the "PRESS". It indeed needed such thing because some people were wrongly accused. The discussions also included the "girls hostel warden". "What was she doing when the ragging was going on?" . Already the warden and the students have a grudge among each other as like every other hostel. There were so much discussion and I was actually sitting between three solid-debaters arguing about the incident and all went through me. So, this is a reason why I couldn't recollect all the incidents. All the students already have a dis-looking feeling towards the VC. And they weren't able to tolerate the amount of stress he was giving to the parents and the students.  After a series of discussions and odd behavior of a parent (who was speaking big-big words like killing herself, including the whole family because of the humiliation caused to them ), the VC was terrified with such advancement and the rawness of the situation. He finally convinced the people with three choices, but one of them already made a decision of her not to stay at the hostel, while the other two shifted to another hostel, but a little bit far. My sis could have gone back to the previous hostel, but they made complaints about the warden, so to avoid any more conflict, she decided to stay where she is presently staying. 




Now some questions. Why did I tell this story? My intention wasn't to make fun of the people who were almost-expelled from the college hostel. Rather, it was the growing trend among the people and the ugly behavior of the people. I don't understand one thing, why are people so stubborn and are like immovable stones. Their mind is so set that its hard to understand, which is purely unnecessary and it is practically impossible to change it. Well, I can also be considered as one of them, but with more restrictions which I have for myself and the surrounding crowd !! 






P.S. :: This Write-Up, I wrote long back almost when the incident had happened, but didn't complete it. Now when I thought of completing, I found myself almost forgetting the incident ever happened. So, with the small bits of memory and my own imagination, I finally completed writing it. Phew.! But, I have to confess, I ate  didn't write the complete and exact story, which proves that I am a bad "Story-Teller". Anyways, i apologize for the half-story. Hope it is still readable. 




Thursday, March 31, 2011

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" Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you.. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I may not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you. "


- William Arthur Ward






As I looked at the time at the lower corner of my laptop, it sure was changing. Last time I saw it was passing 10:10 pm, now it is passing 12:12 am. Well, not much difference but actually there is. In these two hours, I was at the same place, same way and frankly speaking doing nothing purposeful. Well, now I sat down to write something after a long time. Last time I wrote it was from my iPod. Now, I prefer to continue no matter what. Its like a diary to me, the day I don't write and postpone it to another day, it doesn't feel good to me in any way. I keep a diary, though; but I tend to use it for writing stories. And actually didn't write much, only one so far. Next is my blog. This is my online journal and would like to continue for the days to come.




A can of 7Up or diet coke and a Veg Burger with a Veg Sandwich or either of them has been a routine for me. It would be a bottle of rum/vodka/something alcoholic with a cigarette for some other person who is endorsed with such habits. But for me, these are enough. And this has almost been a routine for quite some time. Yeah, I had been spending a lot money on junk food and this hostel fees is also enormous. So totally, I am like a spendthrift, left loose and with a few bucks in the pocket can do anything, mostly nothing but eating. Well for now, I am developing a pot belly. And if I continue like this for another one month or so, surely I would have a big stomach which would be quite difficult to satisfy. If eating junk food was one of my daily work so was driving. I go outside almost everyday, to the beach, sit for some time and drive back and do NOTHING useful. I get back and think what did I do? Why did I went outside? I do not know. But the thing to worry about is the prices of the petrol. I am spending a lot on that.




In other news, I have thought of writing a story , which I have been inspired by some other blogger. He indeed writes well, and so I too am trying for writing something related to psychoism which I guess is becoming famous these days. May be I will start a new blog for that so I am thinking of a name for it and will link to that blog from here. So, may be I will try to make it interesting. But its getting postponed daily. 




Time is running out like the wine in a drunkard's house. The more he has, the more faster is gets empty. The lesser he has the more impatient he becomes. Similar is the case with me. Now I have time, but feel too lazy to do the thing which I planned to do. But when time runs out, I think of this time and curse myself saying, " Once I had time and I wasted it". Precisely, it is now. I don't realize the importance of time when I am having it. But when I don't have, I get tensed, frustrated and I forget things. In one end time is getting scarce and in the other money. I totally hate the idea of staying in a college hostel. I have to pay more than what I actually consume and and utilize the utilities. Thats really sad because with the same money being spent by me staying outside at my home or some other place I could buy a lot of new things. Now, I and slowly getting into 0 bucks in my purse which I never thought would happen. Yeah, that's sad. And staying up at hostel and saving money and again spending the saved money on food because its not always at least good and other things.




Lately, I had been wandering around the city, the beach and the roads. Unfortunately, i was caught up by the traffic police two times. Instead of having everything in hand these idiotic people in a way to suck the money tell things which I never knew. I think may be they are right. It better not to get the vehicle impounded and circling around the nasty traffic policeman by paying the fine. Only if I knew the codes which he wrote on the fine slip, I would have dragged him out of his position. I don't know those codes. And I had met people and learnt also. What more was that I am actually having a doubt about my friends. I was wondering whether they really are my friends or not. Oh my god, you must see people pretending and it would give you a realization about yourself. And you tend to search yourself everywhere. It would be like searching something in the Yellow Pages Telephone directory without knowing what you are searching for. Anyways, wait up till I write about the amazing people around a sophisticated self. 



Puzzle #6


 A man lives in his house. He also works out of his house and his job is very important. Everyday the man must sleep with the lights on to avert from tragedy. One night the man gets so sick of the light he turns it out for the night. The next morning he reads the newspaper, takes out a gun, and shoots himself. Where did the man live? 


P.S. :: My apologies for the change in text font in this post. The earlier half was written in iPod Touch, and the latter in the blogger window. The answer to the puzzle will be given in the upcoming post. 

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Monday, March 28, 2011

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Frustrated-Self



Dear Frustrated-Self,




        This is strange but its kind of creepy too. I feel like you are concerned about me. Then what strikes my mind is, "What the hell?". Who??, you? Totally not. Please don't pretend as if you do and precisely, I do know that. And if you are totally not concerned, then shut the _ up and mind your work. Don't bother me. And more over I don't talk much, so talk to me only if you need some favor from me; which you always do. And don't even think of me after you are satisfied with the work or help by me, because I don't mind as I am a HUMAN with no feelings and a spine. Am I being too good to you? I don't like to be bad to anyone unless you spoil some thing which is of much concern to me. Did you? Ask yourself? Did I ever ask you for help? And what about you to me? Actually, I consider it as my pleasure, but lately I started to realize something very odd. Is there any difference between a tissue paper and a chocolate wafer? Or is there any difference between you and me? Realize that as soon as possible. Oh, there is, right? Nope? Anyways that's for you to decide. I just leave you with a small question, "What do you think of me when you ask me something like, some kind of help? ". Don't answer me. Ask yourself that question and keep the answer with you. Don't think of those people who are like that. It's useless and a sure waste of time. Probably, they are way too high in listening to their heart. Just let it go. Don't bother yourself. "For how long?". 




Yours frustrated
Self.




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Saturday, March 19, 2011

Completely Random...

Statutory Note:: Written and published from my iPod touch. Proceed at your own risk.


"Being GOOD is not always GOOD " .


It has almost been a month since I wrote anything in me blog. Why wasn't I writing anything all this time? Did I had exams or Did I go somewhere outside the station?? Or was I sick? None. I was just not wiling to spare my time for this? Does this mean I was busy studying seriously? It's not even that. I was lazying around until I realized that my brain was getting sick because of complete impotentance and lazyiness. I was really sick at my brain. Later I thought of writing something, I found something really horrifying. The 'ANTS' were back. This time a lil' bit more improved their skill of destroying the sweetness of the things. Even mine!! This time it was my laptop and the laptop charger. What in the God's name happened, I do not know. They made their way through the gaps between the wires and connections and all the ports where it could be easy to enter to later get burnt due the voltage and burn my power adapter, which ultimately short-circuited something in the mother board of my laptop. It has been two weeks and I still couldn't get it repaired.


Outside my Room (At College) ::

I am a kind of a punctual person. So even if I woke up late in the morning, I would attend the college with out brushing my teeth, which is in rare cases. Well, that's a different story than what I was trying to tell here. As I enter the slightly filled classroom of mine, some people are always seen with some kind of book or the other. I don't have to inspect it which book it is or what they are studying? I know it. It's called 'HIGHER EDUCATION'. The future in creation in small steps but aiming for high. I don't much about them. But the question is What the heck I am doing? I?? Nothing!! When I see the people with GRE , CAT and all kind of other exams, preparing hard with the vocabulary and the mathematics, why doesn't anything strike in mind that Why don't I?? These are a kind of studious person, and definately with assurance I can tell that these guys are gonna make big. After 10 years or so, it will be quite evident with the progress they might be making. Don't even think about me. I would be no one compared to them by that time. Rather forget my name from now on, because after 10 years or so, when asked upon Do you know this guy? Who ?? *My name*. "I am busy right now, ask me sometime else", would be the obvious response. Well that won't mind me much because I am well prepared for that. And moreover it's not 10 years, deferment it to 3 years (tops). Well, that will be some other story. For now it's them who are going to a mark.


In the meanwhile, I had been attending CAT classes for the MBA. Dont ask me about it, because I rarely attend it and even if I attend I don't take the required interest. But there is one guy, a teacher over there of whom I would like to tell. Basically I don't like pin pointing at other people specifically but I too don't know why I am telling about him. He is well versed in English. And for that reason he teaches English. Most of the time he considers too superior, though he is indeed but with an ingredient called Proudness, which stirs me hard. I can't take people who act too proud of themselves. He says he could achieve anything, well then why is he still teaching over here. He could become much more than he is now, as he says. Once in a time, he takes out the money from his pocket which amounted to some 5000 bucks and he says he carries that just as pocket money, like just in case comparing it with an IIM student who would have the almost same amount of money when he goes out for a casual morning walk. Once, he asked one random student about the number of friends he and she had on Facebook. Next question was Hiw many call daily of weekly? Was that important. The question that came in my mind was : How many contacts he had in his cell phones, yeah he had two. And how many call daily or weekly?? Keeping in touch is fldifferent than calling every now and then asking how was the day. I myself have over 200 friends, no big deal. And frankly no one calls. I dint mind much. I don't need the calls also as ling as they don't delete my name from their friend list. There is much more to tell about him, but I guess this is enough for now.


And there is one more person. I had controlled myself for a long time about this person. I already posted about him in Facebook, later removed it thinking that he might improve in the classes to come. He is a lecturer who probably comes to my class and teaches a subject which he himself claims doesn't know. Okay, we can excuse him for the reason that he doesn't know anything about the subject, but he still acts as if he knows everything and again tells he doesn't know anything. There is a vast topic which he I intentionally skipped it, which is really an important topic. But he says he can't teach such big topic. My question:: what else can he teach ?? And in our curriculum there are some topics which weren't available in the textbook so he tells the students to give the seminar. Well, that's fine for the students so that they can improve. While correcting the examination papers his mood plays an imports t role and if it's bad no matter his good you write they are not gonna fare well. In almost every class he makes fun of himself directly and indirectly. I don't have a specific word with which he could be named. Anything to tell about him will ve less. He is truly incomparable personand have never seen any of his kind anywhere. So far he is a great 'Economist', I could say, for the subject the teaches.


Note:: This is so far for now. This post has been written and published from my iPod touch. So their might be a lot of spelling mistakes and obviously no formatting which I always do. So kindliness with it. Next post will soon be posted. ( I am informing as if my blog is in real demand, haha; lol. Just keep up with me.) I will try to make it interesting, which I had been trying to do since I started writing the blog. Anyways for now take care and have fun.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Misery !!!



"

Mellowed Life of Hazy Situations,

Instituted thoughts of Un-classical and Confused Ideas,

Stimulated Pessimistic Aggressive Decisions,

Eloping burden of the Past Hurted-Feelings,

Rougely driving Simplicity onto Complexity,

Yearning the Miseries of Life sadly.

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