Crumbling Cookies

When Hulk is sad, Mommy to the rescue!!! Mommy is the best. She told me to please not be sad. So I'm not sad now. She also taught me how to use my first proper swear word. Now I can swear with ease. Yay!

Anyway, if I did learn a few obscure and redundant things, I also learnt something important. That I get carried away so easily. But Mommy is so smart, she pulled my out of my funk in no time. So my birthday is over... another day passed by... and I'm happy that I don't have to worry about it for at least another year... sigh!

Nariman Point is a nice place to visit at this point of time... you can just stand in the sun, yet feel the wind blow past you and watch people filling the place around with their carefree and seemingly causeless vibrant expressions.

An experience which made me realize that I'm crazy and idiotic. That if you see life too closely, you'll always find some fault or the other. And it'll bug you till no end. But seriously, is worrying too much even worth it? It's absolutely vain, not to mention painstakingly painful.

So cheers to my 19th year, ahead in time. And people like my Mommy, who're always so understanding. In every sense awesome!

Guess I'm a wise old lady already? :P

Backstage Ki Family :D

So today has been a greeeaaaat day!!! It's our beloved Addie a.k.a Weird Hair's birthday, and things are superimba... firstly, a mention for Gulliver... yep, the guy's had a tough time, but everything seems fine in his life now... which is just awesome! I'm just so happy that he's out of a big mess... just can't control my enthusiasm :) All's well that ends well! So Gulliver is free to travel now ;) Just a message to Gulliver, this psyched out weirdo is always there for you... as is TheManager! Guess Backstage is this closely nit family for me already! For starters, I already have a wife :P Then there's a mommy in the form of a certain marwari jew...and Gulliver of course...and yeah there's Drake, TheManager...The craziest dysfunctional family ever! Sad that momma will be going away in a month's time, though ;( Moral of the story... things can turn around when you don't expect them to... but sometimes they do, even when you hope them to... on a departing note... hope I don't experience similar bouts of joy or depression for a while... compre's coming up :\

When I Signed Out From Gtalk...

With the end of this semester approaching, guess it's time for a small flashback. By the end of last semester, and essentially my first year over here at BITS, I had turned into my nerdy best (or worst). Always studying in the library, fretting over getting the right grades... and that 'nervous wreck' persona of mine was fueled by big clouds of uncertainty hovering over my head. So when the results of my dual degree finally came out, I was so exhilarated, I actually forgot to submit the additional fees for the same! Which actually put me to the risk of losing the dual I had crusaded for, for the past one year! Well, that's just how much boba (Portuguese for stupid AND naive) I can get at times.

While this summer vacation was about 'trying' to break free, this semester was about actually breaking through some of the restrictions I had imposed on myself. And it feels great, trust me. I used to be afraid to mistakes, but I ended up making some anyway (by mistake yaar :P). Now I'm not afraid to make mistakes, and I still end up making mistakes. Same difference, really.

So... Gtalk...I had never used this 'new age weapon to a quirky concoction of friendship and destruction', before this semester... and it turned my world upside down, to an extent (which means 90° if not 180°). The thing is, it tempts you to interact with people even if you don't want to. And for a semi introvert like me, that can be a very conflicting thing. And highly deviating.

So thanks to my compulsive need to 'solve' the problem... I signed out of Gtalk. With the prospect of not signing back in. It really works, as a therapy... and I swear I'll explode if I hear one more 'ping' and see those tiny, vicious and distracting green dots against people's names. So, I guess, for a while at least... this is my goodbye, to the beloved, yet irritating, Gtlak, which has, in so less time, become such an integral part of my life. It has helped me in so many ways... it helped improve my vocab, to an extent, and also filled it with inane rubbish like 'ttyl' 'sd' 'gn'(lol)... sigh! But I guess I'll miss Gtalk a lot... and this 'break' will only do good for both of us... :P

So till we 'meet' again, online... adios :) ;)

So I do realise that people are simply fawning over me, to get their names or rather codenames seen in my posts... and I agree, I've not been fair to all... Here's presenting to you, an all new series of stories revolving around some other 'interesting' characters...

Here's a list of newly alloted codenames ;)

1. Simba
2. Shiro
3. \/olini
4. Jaadoo
5. Fairy

Anyone who'd like to suggest more names/want me to change their assigned codenames, contact me on my contact no./ email me on my email id./ping me on gtalk... and please don't try and stalk me... any sort of incovenience will not be regretted. Codenames once alloted are not subject to change.**

** Terms and conditions apply (though don't bother asking about them)

Also, bring in your suggestions for codenames you'd like to keep for supporting cast members, which can include anyone who plays some significant role in your life... preferably people who drive you crazy ( in whichever way you'd want to interpret that)... I assure you, I'll spawn stories that'll make you go crazier ;)

Mickey Mouse:The Amazing Maze

Prerequisites: Refer previous article on Mickey Mouse (August 14th) .

So I know it’s been quite a while since I have updated you people with the chronicles of the ‘interesting’ life of a Mickey, but considering that the topic of Mickeys is something on which very less research has been done, I sure deserve a thriving applause if nothing else for my contribution to the flourishing study of Mickeys ... and so I hope to be excused for the delay.

Till now we focused on the pros of being a Mickey, but the actual question is, why would a Mickey, essentially make a Mickey out of himself? Several factors can be attributed to this:


1.Lack of Minnie in life.
2.Incessant nagging by Goofies.
3.Chetan Bhagat style want for going-against-the-system.

There might be others, but I’m not really going to bother with that...

If there ever exists something like a mind maze, a certain Mickey, sure, is stuck in one. And he is following a pattern of sorts. He is going on in a loop. And the worst part is, he just doesn't know how to get out of it... Sorry, the worst part is that I can’t help him get out of it...

Here’s hoping Mickey comes out of this mind puzzle successfully... cause to be frank, after all those brains that he’s eaten up, majorly mine, he ought to have an incredible brain power to solve anything... 


On a slightly politer note, here’s hoping Mickey figures out what he wants from life, cause they say Mickeys are amazing at doing practical stuff... okay fine, this certain Mickey said that about himself... so I’m sure when he does find his way, he’ll be a\m/azing.

At The Backstage Of Mind...

History repeats itself, they say... For those unaware, back in grade 12, I was struck by lightning... okay, okay; I experienced something with a similar effect... Careless that I am, I touched a naked wire... so I was 'electrified'... 2 years later, I was yet again, struck by lightning... by the thought that I wanted to get prone to such accidents all over again... Yes people, there's this department over here where you get to undergo all such things... additional features include physical exhaustion... Mental exhaustion was what prompted me to take the step of wanting to join this department...Or some mental disorder for sure... But what I didn't know was that I was in for a whole new Mental Game of some kind.

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Now if you expect me to go on blabbing about my experiences over there so far, I'm sure you'll further expect plenty of sarcasm, puns and what not... but for once, to be honest... let me show you what reality looks like... no tinted glasses...

The fact is that I enjoy every bit of the work over there... the taunts, the generalisations, the jokes, the intimidation :P, the amazing things that I get to learn every now and then... Now I know I'm going to face a lot of flak from people for becoming all senti (mostly from a future me), but truth to be told, it's the most awesome department you could be in... Once again, a wise decision by me... bow down everyone!

Mickey Mouse Playhouse

Whether you are walking on sunshine, or simply walking down a beach back home and have mickeys literally bouncing around and running on your friends' minds, you're in, for a spin for sure. And when the mickey is of a rather uncommon variety with especially developed verbal skills and enormous to the extent of dysfunctional levels of enthusiasm...yeah you're still in for a spin... there's no escaping that. So li8.

For mickeys like the aforementioned, life is all about being happy. Enjoying yourself. No worries. No ambitions. So it's a wonder how a mickey like that can become a friend of mine, without me making a mickey out of myself. It's not like I've had an option. I guess it's a default option for you to be friends with a mickey.

Here's how a normal mickey functions:

Convert yourself into a mickey (i.e make a big fool of yourself). After the status of a 'mickey' is achieved, find yourself a suitable target. Then start yapping about anything and everything you know. Hence test the patience of the person. If you are successful in your first attempt, it'll work in further attempts too. Once operation 'make friends' is achieved, explore friend circle of 'new friend'. Hence make 'friend of new friend'. Continue the process till the whole world is full of your friends. You're hence conferred the title of Friend of the World Mickey.

Though the profession of being a mickey isn't exactly viable, there are loads of benefits. Since you have so many friends, you get treats whenever you want.So you wont be left hungry. Help will always be provided. You can actually sleep through the day, without doing anything. Of course, making friends is indeed a tiring job.

The cons, I'm yet to come across.. though I'm having this strange feeling that I'm going to come across some for sure... till that update... dear folks... do enjoy your life, and be a part-time mickey (please not a full-time mickey) cause life indeed can be fun :)

Just Listen

Listening to the same music over and over again may be rhythmic, to an extent, but is extremely insane. Seeing that same guy over and over again is like having some gun on your head that never shoots but threatens to do so. Thinking about the same thoughts over and over again is perseverance-testing, though not in a way it ideally should. Expecting to play a ball that’s not in your court is plain childish. And being overcritical about every damn thing in life... is just being ME.
It’s really difficult to digest that only you are the pilot of your life. Others can only guide. Makes me feel so damn lonely. At the end it’s your decision that supersedes. But you always have a choice. Always. You could always run away from a problem, or face it. You can definitely create one... I can vouch for that.
The whole of this summer vacation was just that. I’ve always ignored this mental block in my mind, and it’s been giving me a heck of trouble. It’s like playing hide n seek, and closing your eyes while hiding, hoping that the seeker doesn’t spot you just because you can’t see him. So freaking NAIVE. So I chose to do something about it.
Over the past one month, I swear I’ve grown about a year older. Yeah, that sounds ridiculous. It’s also what my dad says when he’s all tensed about something. But I think it makes sense to me now. ‘Cause you spend so much time just thinking... a normal person would think as much, in a much longer time. And never about such ridiculous issues, I assure you.
I don’t really get it at times... And ‘it’ could refer to any random thought capable of rousing conflict. As someone said, life is difficult stuff (sic;I know that sounds lame, but it’s true). It’s always a Yes or a No. True or False. Accept or Reject... No middle ground (if you ignore the stupid NOT NOW option). Sometimes, it’s not even worth the trouble that goes into making a freaking decision.
May be it isn’t worth making an effort to resolve a seemingly minor issue. But maybe the solution isn’t that farfetched either. Maybe you’re just looking in the wrong place. Or that it’s the wrong time...
It’s these two lines that I read somewhere, in a certain context and they make perfect sense...
Don’t think or judge. Just Listen.
Maybe that’s all I need at the moment, someone to listen to me. No advices. No warnings. No opinions. No consolations. No judgement. No feedback. Okay, a little feedback would do.
Let’s just put the whole story this way...
I’ve been this crazy Harry Potter fan since time immemorial... and it was really sad that the series just recently got over. I went to watch the movie (in English and in 3D on the 3rd day, 3rd row, 3rd seat \m/) with sheer anticipation of something spectacular and a supposedly uncontrollable emotional upheaval. And as the movie did reach its penultimate moments, I could indeed feel myself vehemently trying to control the tears that were swelling up in my eyes. Especially during the one in which Snape dies. ‘Cause the finale was approaching. But when the movie did end, I could feel it all sink in. I knew that the era was over. The story had ended. No remorse. I felt nothing, actually. Just blank.
Moral of the story... I ain’t no Snape. Not as heroic. Not as strong. Not as inspired. Not even close. So I can’t just keep it in within me the entire time. But I don’t really expect anything back either. May be I just want to get it out of my system. Say it out loud. Or write it out. ‘Cause it seems so much more real that way. I know that ..err..it’s not there in me... I’ve known it for a long time. I just don’t realise it. Sorry, didn’t realise it.

The Art Of Imperfection

Okay, so when you're in the middle of your exams, it's okay to think about nonsensical stuff, but in general too, I think it's perfectly okay to be imperfect... somehow, trying to be perfect seems like trying way too hard to be someone completely opposite to who I actually am... and I can't let things go the same way they are going at the moment...

What in the world do you get out of being perfect? Satisfaction? Not really...Insanity, I guess... To me, the source of happiness is not in doing better than others... it is in doing things others can't do at all... why spoil a perfectly individualistic dream? Why walk on the road someone else has chosen for you?  Why not take the road less travelled by?

Try and live your dream... cause life doesn't get better than that...Do all the imperfect stuff only you can do, which no one else can do better...The only competition is you, yourself, and your fickle mind which can convince you that being perfect is the only worthwhile thing around... Try not to listen to it... 

Here's a message to all my imperfect friends out there... don't change yourself... it's okay if you are not better than someone else... it's okay if you don't ace your exams... it's okay if you are not the best looking person around... it's okay if people don't appreciate your amazing talent... (cause I've been there, experienced that :P so I completely sympathise) The point is, keep on trying... and don't give up... you'll get where you want to get, somehow, someway, someday... I just know you will :-)

Obama Got Osama Killed...Who's The Mabus Now?

Obama, on May 1(ya, Osama died on May 2nd, but it was still May 1st in the mighty U.S of A) did the honours of announcing, the subject of the lame sentence I've written in the brackets in the line above...So, ya...Osama is dead...everyone dance :P

I don't know how many people know about it, but there's a really interesting theory put forth by French Seer Nostradamus, about Mabus, the third Antichrist, the first two being Napoleon Bonaparte and Adolf Hitler...Yes people, this is the same guy who predicted world's end in 2012... Popular contenders are/were, Bush, Obama, Saddam and Osama... and it's two down now...

Mabus will soon die, then will come,
A horrible undoing of people and animals,
At once one will see vengeance,
One-hundred powers, thirst, famine, when the comet will pass.

Nostradamus wrote two prophecies concerning the advent, destruction and 27-year war of the third of three antichrists. He hid the name of the first antichrist under the anagram “Napaulon Roy” (Napoleon King); the second he called “Hister” (Hitler); the third is either code named “Mabus” (C2 Q62), or he is addressed as the “Third Antichrist” of Century 8 Quatrain 77.

There are various allegations as to how each of the above contenders and more satisfy/satisfied the 'Mabus' condition...


Like how Mabus reversed is Subam, which is similar to Sudam, and hence Suddam...For Obama, it's an actual person named 'Mabus' who works under him (read:United States Secretary Of Navy)...So far, so confusing...interesting piece of trivia though, isn't it?

To Be Or Not To Be

Sometimes one goes overboard with things, without realising it...Sadly enough, that happens with me all the time...trying to make much more out of something surreal, shallow and only imaginable, is my forte... Life isn't all that hunky dory... it isn't that interesting tale you want everyone to read and enjoy at the same time... You always have this option, of building an entire universe, vast, amazing, vivid... it's just like Physics... you can make your own laws...and try abiding by them... and if they fail to satisfy a certain condition, you modify them...

A hypothesis...try being the personality that comes naturaly to you... within minutes, your null hypothesis suggests...you ain't that cool...Hence, you modify yourself...You turn into someone more socially acceptable...

The question is, while the chain of modification according to social convention carries itself forward ad infinitum, how much of 'yourself' can you risk to lose?

So, do I abide by the very laws governing the laws of Physics?
To be or not to be the one I want to be?

RG in the Town

So, I'm posting this late, but, it's not even exclusive enough to be posted....ya, ya....Rahul Gandhi was in our campus the other day...big deal....blah blah blah...so here's my coveted reaction to the fiasco:

" A supposedly interesting topic, though one, which when scaled down to heights understandable by the common student, turns out to be very un-awesome and un-passionate (3 puns intended)...so Mr. Rahul Gandhi graced the occasion of the renaming ceremony of our college (ya, our name just got officially longer...it’s now BITSPKKBGC in ‘short’)...he decided to try and impress us, the impressionable youth(overburdened by books), all of whom by now are eligible to vote... he essentially ended up taking numerous pot shots at himself and us...and it was taken sportingly only by him... actually, most of it wasn’t even ‘taken’ by the students... so Kumar Mangalam Birla must have painted this very impressive picture about us in his(read:RG's) mind, and so was his picture, in our minds...and after the ceremony, both the parties turned out to be equally disappointed of the other..."

Told you, not even worth mentioning:P

Confucius...awesome quote

“He who knows not and knows not he knows not: he is a fool - shun him.

He who knows not and knows he knows not: he is simple - teach him. 

He who knows and knows not he knows: he is asleep - wake him. 

He who knows and knows he knows: he is wise - follow him.”

Physics:)

 Physics \m/

About Parmeniac...

I'm essentially a first year engineering as well as science student...yes people, that is possible, thanks to the BITS system of education...so no points for guessing, that's where I'm currently studying...Of course there are 3 campuses in India, so without the risk of losing generality, let's say I belong to one of them...ummm...the one with the more profusely rigorous and scary task-masters, and the weirdest kids of the lot...Hope the idea is clear...


So, what's so interesting about the life of a BITSian, that anyone should even bother reading about...Let me tell you...for an average student (not academically, but according to mental health, mental strength and overall mentality), its 'average'... not my story of course...

So what's so great about my story? That, is for you to wait n watch!