Dated :- 3′rd February 2010 – 9′th February.

P.S :- All the pictures are originally clicked by the ^ bloke himself ..!!**

P.S :-  Karnataka n Kerala are next ..!!** ( “Thousand Miles and a Camera” Part 2 begins … )

Around the Hindustan in 30 days ..!!** ( jAi Ho MNNIT ki .)

P.S :-  Totally inspired from one of my ally’s compositions ..!!**

Few minutes passed and some type of dissonance outside struck my eardrums. I  conceived it to be the same Counter Strike maniacs on the lower floor working hard with their heavy paid mouse-pads and keyboards. I should mention about these psychopaths ( i apologize if anyone reading this is a CS lover but i also want to tell them that they should get a life ) disturbing the whole hostel but now we are used to the gaming sound and the praising they do to each other mother and sisters. Sometimes i wonder how many terms in total are there in this New Generation Script ..?? Unwillingly, i displaced myself out of the bed to have water, the condition being the bottle containing the hydrogen-oxygen product because i hardly fill the water bottle myself. I feel this task totally belongs to the junior putting up next to you. Lucky me, there was this last sip, gulped it and decided to peek outside. Feeling a little awkward as to how come the hostel is still so animated at the wee hours of the dawn, i shouted my neighbourhood name to check out if he would respond, the condition being :- (a) Laptop serving some X-Y-Z rated movies (b) G-talk chat with some indian-vixen chum whose studying abroad and available only during that time-span (c) Fighting hard with an AIMCAT test, yeah sometimes we do study, so don’t miss out on this cause..

Just when i was moving back, the devil (neighbour) abused, introducing few new terms i never heard of. After that the conversation that took place goes something like this :-

Meeh : Oye m******od soya nahin ? Manta hoon CAT paas aa gaya but saley time se so jaya kar..

Devil : Ullu ke pathe, CAT nahin. Saley kal ZS-Associates ka written hai, tune to sab chat diya hoga. Be****od. Mujhe toh padne de …

A cold sensation went through my spine and i left awestruck there. This company was there for recruitment and the placement cell had informed us about its visit. I knew i havent prepared even a single word, reason being somehow i totally missed out on ZS date of visiting. How come in this world i could be so thougthless about such big chances. After realising that i have already jumped in the well and there’s no escape of coming back strong and start preparing to match with others, already deeply in love with various course powerpoints and pdf’s from the last 10 hours. I started thinking where did i went wrong and decided to dig out the reason to my day-2-day weakening mind storage capacity. I cursed myself a hundred times within a minute ( wotaa frequency) and sat back in the chair laid in my room and started recalling things. And there again, my eyes got centred to that bitchy alarm watch, when i figured out what was fishy. The date/day thing is blessed to be late by one day. Again i shouted the devil epithet. What a november morning, definitely not sweet …

P.S :-  This a work of fiction. So stop grinning. Just a random practice on keyboard pals ..

P.S :-  I wish a sugar-sweet November to all my readers. Specially u dikshu …

P.S :-  Counter Strike addicts, i love you guys. I love gaming .. he he ..!!**

No wonder, we feel felicitated and the next clock feel mazed and receded. Aren’t we lost somewhere with an intriguing smile ? A riddle so far beyond a normal human vision. When we are alone but our thoughts keep occupying us-often we are sad, often smiling. We hurt. And we cry. With everything right going on, we don’t feel right. We wait & we wait & we wait for the person or promotion or recognition that will make that ache go away, but it doesn’t. We are those who are often laughing & even boisterous with our friends. But if you look closely, the eyes reveal the truth.

There’s this inexplicable sadness in them. And one with those eyes recognizes another, for those eyes seek a kindred. They are sharp in seeing pain, though often helpless in doing anything about it. Their solitude is both prison & paradise for them. Again, it follows them wherever they go, this need for being alone. Yet, when alone they seek the company of another. They want two worlds and are happy in neither. They don’t know what they want. Struggle to catch the sun, the moon & the stars. But those are never enough. They are fragmented. Like an unfinished jigsaw puzzle; with pieces missing. And after some time we start believing those pieces are lost, definitely lost …

P.S :- I know it’s not a pleasing sonnet, just take it as a negative crit to life which keeps varying with time and pace. Even moon have a dark side and so does my writing ..

P.S :- I just digged out the fun of playing Zynga games in Facebook  ( Farmville, Cafe World, Mafia Wars ) while having cold and febricity. And as greatly said by Sakshi hyanki di ” we are glad we have these zynga games during hard times. What loosers we are .. “  am gonna put it to a Stop ..!!

P.S :- Where’s Chetan Bhagat sleeping ? Why isnt he promoting his 4′th writing ” 2 states ” ..??

Already too many and long crits because of the existing Unemployed Tag ..!!**

Open Elective – Nano Technology is already giving me jerks ..!!**

P.S :- I know i should have studied from W3schools, will adopt in da next one ..!!

P.S:- Happy Diwali and Antaragni is next …

Have loads to write but i feel i need to work on a one or two before putting a classic blog work of mine ..!! Certainly a lot of colorful, frightful, wity, humorous, a list of unending events have happened to me and that’s why this blog should all be dedicated to the numbering of a few such events.

! I’ve grown interests in reading everything associated to  Vampires and Warewolves. Happened afta i got obsessed reading twilight and watching its flick ..

@ My parents, out from no where gifted me a Dell Laptop and Yamaha Fazer machine .. i love both of ‘em ( more than my girl )

# This placement session’s been giving me a daemon laugh everytime a company visit our campus for recruitment. Worst part, till date din sat in even a single of them. But yeah next semester i’ll work on my hardworking genes to reactivate them and get some result. A happy ending  movie is always a superhit …

$ All lucky to watch India Vs Syria ( Nehru cup Final ) with India putting a brave show in the end, thanks to Rennedy and Goal keeper making the day special for all the Indian soccer lovers …

% Find myself on the unlucky note having missed the Milam Glacier trip, rest of my winG friends successfully finishing the trek wid a big satisfying smile on their Sunburned confront … . Later i gifted them fair and lovely cream, hope it worked …

^ Finally i’ve learned how to manage with drunkards pals of mine. Hate this peck and puke game … yukkk ..!!

& For me, Yoville’s having edge over Mafia Wars in facebook and the friends deletion process wasnt because of my suppressed state drama ..!! I meant it seriously .. No more Laundiyabaaji …  )

* Cryptography and XML’ m liking dese 2 courses … Plus i never dreamt that i would study Nanotechnology as my final year elective subject .. So gross .!!

~ I promise i’ll be writing soon and frequent and with proper punches …  Sorry for this single-attention seeking blog ..!!

If hitler could be nominated once for Nobel peace prize, we shouldnt be surpried over Obama winning one. Nobel prize winners keep surprising us …

I don’t know,  why always the feeling of Moving out of my abode get injected in ma veins as soon as i step in the very Not-so-boring place of mine. I define it as draggy because i always find my sister meditating herself deeply in her study, i know attimes she’s just pretending to be in there but even we have underwent these circumstances of clearing various entrance exams and are well aware with it.  Secondly, Is my cousin brothers company whom with their ‘ we-are-the-studs ‘ belief don’t arouse the demonic part inside me. They are still at their puberty and the only last thing i wish to contribute with them is getting fresh veggies/ electricity bill payement and other menage work which i hate invariably ..

So, I don’t have much of an alternative and thus the idiot box ( my old samsung 21′ inch dabba) turns out to be my best friend forever [ BFF :- best friends forever]. Copied the BFF term from Paris Hilton recently lauched tv show at VH1 channel. I am gaining weight badly, everymorning my hairdo speaks of a “New Javed Habib experiment ” and i hardly even care for it. No matter whom’s paying a visit to my place, the only line I exchange with them is ” Hey ! Wassup ? ” & ” I m gud ” and then I am back to my romance with Digital Airtel Tv Remote. I am so much in love with it, always juxtapositioned… . Even shows like Splitsvilla-2 and other nonsensical “Not-so-real ” Reality shows have managed to get my attention. I know this is so unreal for me and am wrecking myself within. Bt I can’t help myself as ” T-20 world cup ” next ….

P.S :- I love french fries along with this activity.

P.S :- I am so happy to watch Barca outclassing Man U for the UEFA championship, i love u Messi and Eto for saving the day … ..Yipeee ..!! . Continuing with French Open these days …

P.S :- My college friends have stopped me calling coz i hardly pick theirs …

P.S :- I hate this Paris hilton t.v show naming ” My BFF ” ..!!**

Sincerely, in all these years been exposed to variable colors of liveliness. Right from the first year, when my so called 78-79 lobby almost had a close shot with the proctor for ragging our own batchmates to the “Naked Mile” case happening at Civil Lines to the “Getting bald“  mode during Ghajini era to the “Dance as weird as u can” during various College fests DJ nites, life’s been almost close to an ace. Hope the topnotch level of gaiety will be accomplished soon in the coming. Here’s a lil taste of it …..