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