My parents keep reminding me that their time was way different from mine, of course due to technological advances and all, the most important being that communication is no longer a problem.
Having a landline 30 years back was considered a luxury but times have totally changed,having 2 mobiles isn't something people need to dream off, hell I have a pal who has 5 cell numbers and uses 3 different phones,because its cheap and that messaging thing has really caught on,500 sms's for 50 bucks,hell he would get around 300 messages a day for 30 days for 30 bucks,which neatly brings me to the point of my post.
I freaking hate it when people call me,sms's aren't all that bad unless people ask me to respond to some stupid joke or one liner,see if a joke is good, I will respond so that shouldn't be a worry and people completely forget the true essence of having a cell phone,its not to bug people constantly with crummy passed on jokes or giving em calls in the middle of the night because you stupid insomniac bastard couldn't sleep,NO its there actually so that you can keep in touch and communicate when there is a need or emergency.
That would have been alright had it not been for the incessant calls from the service providers and those damn bastards keep on using different numbers to call,its not that one number is used and I can screen it oh no,its a whole host of numbers out there to muck around with me,plus the fact that those auto caller thingys are so well made they actually sound like a real person has called you,in fact a few years back when I got my first cell phone I thought it was a real person on the other line and spent a good thirty seconds trying to talk back to that stupid line,stupid me.
They call regarding all sorts of crappy reasons,caller tunes,ring tones,special discounts during pujas, call screening,did you wax,how many children you should have,why don't you get a life,yes I know I am exaggerating but they do call for absolutely stupid reasons and if you don't end the call soon enough or press 5 unknowingly baam 50 bucks goes down the bloody drain,not to mention those stupid GPRS messages that are sent to me,not because I am a perv,well they [Vodafone] don't know it yet
"Live bikini girls,30 Rs per month for 30 wall papers"
"Hot Bikini girls in white"
"Hot playmates"
"Hot wallpapers"
etc
They actually don't know who they are dealing with,hell maybe I should try and do a partnership with em,me providing them with the "good stuff" and maybe they can stop bugging me with their shit calls and messages.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Like Love Lost Lust Lunacy
This all started quite a few years back, most of my friends already know the kind of pervert I am, a massive one at that, with porn being stuffed into my head from class 7 it always was a deep dark road that I would follow and it was never going to be pretty for anyone in the way.
Falling for a russian chick in my old locality was just the start but I should have known that nothing good comes from girls/larkis etc, she had a brother , a BIG brother and typically he was named Boris and his side kick was Yuri, yes it seems so cliched but those bastards tormented my life a lot back in Dubai.Fortunately i didn't meet them enough in my 7 years there and coming back to Calcutta should have been a relief but it wasn't, thanks to STB.
In class 3 there finally was proper contact with the only other gender at that time,I didn't know much about gays/lesbians etc back then, we had a dance recital for the school. The fact was that i never met the girls in school because we had separate timings and all so meeting them would have been fun and I luckily did get paired with a fairly decent chick , spending those 2 weeks in school was fun and then on the 1st day of the recital after my performance I come back home and i find this little pimple sort of thing on my neck,its still there,thinking it was nothing I put a bandaid on it ,wakey wakey next morning and I am completely covered with dots,bingo boys and girls I got chicken pox,I should have learn't my lesson back then but of course,I didn't.
Coming back to calcutta ,I started going to another school which was an all boys school fortunately or unfortunately the girls section was the building a few 100 meters away, I may be a sick perv but I do give women their space when required,ain't got no lecherous eyes and giving looks to women is just so pathetic by the men here,this is what would happen in this school as well,well mostly from the commerce section,a few of em would leave school early stand opposite the stores from the girls gate and wait for them to come out.Pathetic ,but they enjoyed every moment of it,now those were pervs.
As discussed before and a part of Bonbon's laws,every guy does go through a maagibaazi period and I was no less,the time was around 2007 when I was crazy mad about a couple of chicks from my music school,now normally I am not the sort of guy who goes gaga over any kind of women but there was this oomph factor about these two girls who wound up as best friends ,I mean they were decent looking chicks,not like those crazy mascara wearing,lipstick blotting,short tight assed clothes wearing girls that guys go after,there was this je ne sais quois about them, which later turned out that they had a kick ass sense of humor and had a bloody good grip of the english language.
Recent times have made me blog about this topic,its just that my type of women have to be smart,they should have a bloody good sense of humor and have a good control over the english language,probably be decent to look at either,I have spent a lot of time developing the freak within me and I guess i should be paid off appropriately , fortunately I can say that my ex's do fit the bill but there is a word of warning there as well,I am not looking for a relationship its just that these kind of women are long gone,firstly I am not and never going to be relationship quality material ,I have more than my share of problems to deal with than worry about what color nail polish she should wear,whether she looks fat in a dress or where we should have dinner and all,that never was me and never will be me ,I can safely say that from my "experiences",but again the point is these kind of smart women aren't there anymore.
Nowadays what I find in large quantities are bimbos[again barring a select few] where they love flirting around with any guy possible and more importantly they enjoy certain things which seems cheap[lets call it that as i cant find a word for it] basically they like that hindi bollywood film thingy,guys falling for them just because they were tight clothes flirting about whenever possible,its like 80% of the population between 16-24 years have become maagas and maagis,which really does piss me off to the hilt,I mean there are days that I feel like killing a few of em Dexter style to send a message[not that I would or could because again that's not me]
People say "Its better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all",who the hell came up with that? Probably some sad whiner who couldn't bear seeing his/her "love" go away,unless of course they "did it" that then would make more sense,because believe me people confuse Like with Love and Lust,I know the meaning of all three so that I wont ever confuse anything ever again regarding women and I suggest you do to
I love my parents and ps3,certain things you can't live without,need them everyday and probably would be completely shattered and broken without em,parents,ps3,football,Liverpool FC ,faith,KFC etc
Lust is something you want NOW,like when my ps3 was dead I needed another one bad, and the wait for it took me on the verge of sanity,lust gets confused with love more than me confusing the ambani brothers,Mukesh Anil Tina and Nita,I think.
Like is sort of love but to a lesser extent,you wouldn't die without it,for my case mints,I like em but I dont love em,similarly chicks I LIKE but I certainly can't Love.
Falling for a russian chick in my old locality was just the start but I should have known that nothing good comes from girls/larkis etc, she had a brother , a BIG brother and typically he was named Boris and his side kick was Yuri, yes it seems so cliched but those bastards tormented my life a lot back in Dubai.Fortunately i didn't meet them enough in my 7 years there and coming back to Calcutta should have been a relief but it wasn't, thanks to STB.
In class 3 there finally was proper contact with the only other gender at that time,I didn't know much about gays/lesbians etc back then, we had a dance recital for the school. The fact was that i never met the girls in school because we had separate timings and all so meeting them would have been fun and I luckily did get paired with a fairly decent chick , spending those 2 weeks in school was fun and then on the 1st day of the recital after my performance I come back home and i find this little pimple sort of thing on my neck,its still there,thinking it was nothing I put a bandaid on it ,wakey wakey next morning and I am completely covered with dots,bingo boys and girls I got chicken pox,I should have learn't my lesson back then but of course,I didn't.
Coming back to calcutta ,I started going to another school which was an all boys school fortunately or unfortunately the girls section was the building a few 100 meters away, I may be a sick perv but I do give women their space when required,ain't got no lecherous eyes and giving looks to women is just so pathetic by the men here,this is what would happen in this school as well,well mostly from the commerce section,a few of em would leave school early stand opposite the stores from the girls gate and wait for them to come out.Pathetic ,but they enjoyed every moment of it,now those were pervs.
As discussed before and a part of Bonbon's laws,every guy does go through a maagibaazi period and I was no less,the time was around 2007 when I was crazy mad about a couple of chicks from my music school,now normally I am not the sort of guy who goes gaga over any kind of women but there was this oomph factor about these two girls who wound up as best friends ,I mean they were decent looking chicks,not like those crazy mascara wearing,lipstick blotting,short tight assed clothes wearing girls that guys go after,there was this je ne sais quois about them, which later turned out that they had a kick ass sense of humor and had a bloody good grip of the english language.
Recent times have made me blog about this topic,its just that my type of women have to be smart,they should have a bloody good sense of humor and have a good control over the english language,probably be decent to look at either,I have spent a lot of time developing the freak within me and I guess i should be paid off appropriately , fortunately I can say that my ex's do fit the bill but there is a word of warning there as well,I am not looking for a relationship its just that these kind of women are long gone,firstly I am not and never going to be relationship quality material ,I have more than my share of problems to deal with than worry about what color nail polish she should wear,whether she looks fat in a dress or where we should have dinner and all,that never was me and never will be me ,I can safely say that from my "experiences",but again the point is these kind of smart women aren't there anymore.
Nowadays what I find in large quantities are bimbos[again barring a select few] where they love flirting around with any guy possible and more importantly they enjoy certain things which seems cheap[lets call it that as i cant find a word for it] basically they like that hindi bollywood film thingy,guys falling for them just because they were tight clothes flirting about whenever possible,its like 80% of the population between 16-24 years have become maagas and maagis,which really does piss me off to the hilt,I mean there are days that I feel like killing a few of em Dexter style to send a message[not that I would or could because again that's not me]
People say "Its better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all",who the hell came up with that? Probably some sad whiner who couldn't bear seeing his/her "love" go away,unless of course they "did it" that then would make more sense,because believe me people confuse Like with Love and Lust,I know the meaning of all three so that I wont ever confuse anything ever again regarding women and I suggest you do to
I love my parents and ps3,certain things you can't live without,need them everyday and probably would be completely shattered and broken without em,parents,ps3,football,Liverpool FC ,faith,KFC etc
Lust is something you want NOW,like when my ps3 was dead I needed another one bad, and the wait for it took me on the verge of sanity,lust gets confused with love more than me confusing the ambani brothers,Mukesh Anil Tina and Nita,I think.
Like is sort of love but to a lesser extent,you wouldn't die without it,for my case mints,I like em but I dont love em,similarly chicks I LIKE but I certainly can't Love.
STB & Musalman.......in which sense you ask
For once i will start this post without trying to be over smart, ever since 9/11 muslims as a whole have been targeted and looked at in a totally different manner, yes i do agree that a lot of us Muslim's are overzealous when it comes to our religious views and practices but so are most of the priests of other religions. The major problem here is since one or two major people who carried out those attacks were of a certain religion , the rest of us get branded as scapegoats for any thing that does happen. We must have tolerance for all religions is what i believe, a ton in fact most of my best friends aren't even muslim which we all kid around with each other and religions to an extent, we know there is a limit not to cross and of course respect is key to a happy community of people.
Coming back to the point of the blog, people preconceive what a person will be before they even know them, this has happened quite a few times , like when i was traveling back with my parents in KL, where we met another family from India, the drive was pretty long and seeing that we were from one country they decided to start a conversation, minutes passed by we all chatted about where we were from and what to expect and see in Kuala Lumpur then arbout 10 minutes into the conversation they asked my dad what his name was
Dad replies "Karim"
and bang they don't speak with us for the rest of the journey , twas another 50 minutes before the car dropped us off to the hotel, but this wasn't the first time it had happened and people do look at us muslim's like we were born to blow places up , It has happened to each one of my muslim friends and this cannot be denied.
Here comes the bit I actually wanted to write about and bring a comparison, being muslim may be hard enough in a world full of snap judgements and stereotyping , but believe me being a former or even a current STB student comes a close second, especially in Calcutta, since most of you must know by now St Thomas Boys' school is one notorious place, believe me i have faced it, but most importantly it seems a people freak out and react way differently as soon as i let them know i am a former STB student.
The first such case happened when i decided to enroll into my CAT preparation class, i walked into a Career Launcher center and was asking about the payment details and what was to be expected from the institute, the next day i came around to pay the amount for joining the class and the female and male receptionists were busy chatting with me, they asked what were my hobbies and all, you know the crap that receptionists especially female receptionists do, they are good looking, well versed and can flirt like hell, so the three of us chatted for around 5-10 minutes and then the male receptionist asked me which school was I from, i proudly replied "St Thomas Boys' Kidderpore",now i have to say Kidderpore because there is a St Thomas Day school, completely different from ours but people do confuse both the schools, as soon as i said Kidderpore the reactions on their faces change, and again while my receipt was being prepared for the next 10 minutes not one of em spoke to me.
Then this happened in my college as well,Techno India, people just dont expect STB students to speak proper english, although i do credit this to me constantly watching Cartoon Network [in english FFS] and being in Dubai for a long time ,its not an excuse for others not to speak good english, fortunately all me pals from STB speak pretty good english, some of em are even better than I am.
Like a guy from Techno India told me "There is a rumor in La Marts [ a snobbish school from where most students come out as a prim and proper snob, which is why i love STb even more , no fucking fakeness] that any students in STb who studies from KG and passes out is a certified Gunda"
Well it is true to an extent, the number of fights, police cases ,etc i have seen in STB is far more than any average student should see in his entire lifetime but then again if it wasn't for STB you would have the freak that you have now, believe me back then in 2002 i was actually a decent,respectable member of society....and thank fuck for that changing
STB RULES
as we had made a saying for our 2007 batch
"gaali khayega ,line mein aayega"
Those beautiful days....sigh
Coming back to the point of the blog, people preconceive what a person will be before they even know them, this has happened quite a few times , like when i was traveling back with my parents in KL, where we met another family from India, the drive was pretty long and seeing that we were from one country they decided to start a conversation, minutes passed by we all chatted about where we were from and what to expect and see in Kuala Lumpur then arbout 10 minutes into the conversation they asked my dad what his name was
Dad replies "Karim"
and bang they don't speak with us for the rest of the journey , twas another 50 minutes before the car dropped us off to the hotel, but this wasn't the first time it had happened and people do look at us muslim's like we were born to blow places up , It has happened to each one of my muslim friends and this cannot be denied.
Here comes the bit I actually wanted to write about and bring a comparison, being muslim may be hard enough in a world full of snap judgements and stereotyping , but believe me being a former or even a current STB student comes a close second, especially in Calcutta, since most of you must know by now St Thomas Boys' school is one notorious place, believe me i have faced it, but most importantly it seems a people freak out and react way differently as soon as i let them know i am a former STB student.
The first such case happened when i decided to enroll into my CAT preparation class, i walked into a Career Launcher center and was asking about the payment details and what was to be expected from the institute, the next day i came around to pay the amount for joining the class and the female and male receptionists were busy chatting with me, they asked what were my hobbies and all, you know the crap that receptionists especially female receptionists do, they are good looking, well versed and can flirt like hell, so the three of us chatted for around 5-10 minutes and then the male receptionist asked me which school was I from, i proudly replied "St Thomas Boys' Kidderpore",now i have to say Kidderpore because there is a St Thomas Day school, completely different from ours but people do confuse both the schools, as soon as i said Kidderpore the reactions on their faces change, and again while my receipt was being prepared for the next 10 minutes not one of em spoke to me.
Then this happened in my college as well,Techno India, people just dont expect STB students to speak proper english, although i do credit this to me constantly watching Cartoon Network [in english FFS] and being in Dubai for a long time ,its not an excuse for others not to speak good english, fortunately all me pals from STB speak pretty good english, some of em are even better than I am.
Like a guy from Techno India told me "There is a rumor in La Marts [ a snobbish school from where most students come out as a prim and proper snob, which is why i love STb even more , no fucking fakeness] that any students in STb who studies from KG and passes out is a certified Gunda"
Well it is true to an extent, the number of fights, police cases ,etc i have seen in STB is far more than any average student should see in his entire lifetime but then again if it wasn't for STB you would have the freak that you have now, believe me back then in 2002 i was actually a decent,respectable member of society....and thank fuck for that changing
STB RULES
as we had made a saying for our 2007 batch
"gaali khayega ,line mein aayega"
Those beautiful days....sigh
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Ode to someone else's farewell part 2
To continue with the rest of the story,the show was to start from 5 Pm,after the seniors last exam,but before that our classes ended at around 3 PM,as we had to fix up the place for the show,while the others slogged around trying to get all the lighting and sound in place,most of the people like me , wasim etc stayed back in our cool air conditioned classroom trying to relax and enjoy the time.
Which meant that it was madness for the students in class,it started with this sudden urge to lift all the people,well at least the male population in our class,around 6-7 guys were all out hoisting people up for no reason at all,while in the adjacent room our seniors were celebrating their escape from the college,we were celebrating being alive and well. Catching hold of people ,assigning a limb to a member and lifting em up high was an easy task as most of the bongs here are like those children from the Unicef ad[no offence meant] but then we decided to do something no one dares do ever,lift the heaviest biggest guy in class,something like the Big Show he is,and 6 to 7 of us managed to do it,needless to say that guys reaction was "Why me? wait how??? no no i will fall,arrey arrey save me......"
Our only fear was not for the guys falling on their ass but the fact that we might damage our projector ,finally it was my turn,people picked me up and everything was going fine until a senior came into the room and shouted "BIRTHDAY BUMPS???? LEMME GO"
and wham wham wham,started kicking my ass and since i pissed a lot of people off a lot,no one even stopped him to let him know my birthday was at least another 10 days away,friends ,yeah good friends.
The clock struck 5 and we started moving downstairs to the place where we were to hold the show,and while the seniors were busy taking the seats we decided to have a good old photo op,taking crazy stances and all,like most kids do,while everyone was busy thinking about the seniors we were busy thinking about how stupid we could look on camera,easy for me always.
The show starts with the two hosts ,one with a crappy accent and the guy trying to act all cool and suave probably to get some maagis on his side,we had an introduction by our principal and then the madness began,while everyone wanted a marketing sir to say something,a proper freak like us,another group wanted another marketing sir to say something and started shouting his name out loud,"Aaaaa GGGGGGGGG AAAAAA GGGGGG",we got a whiff off this and started shouting even louder than the 2nd years,he did comply and said a few things which no one listened to.
The cultural events started and that was my queue along with my friends to go out because we knew the cultural events werent up to scratch , and spending time with me and my madness was much more fun than watching something on stage,while i am cracking jokes on Rahul,since he is in "laaaab" with the female host of the show,in fact every time she came on stage and started saying something or asking some question to the crowd we ended up shouting only one thing
"arrey RAAAAHHUUUULLLLL,Rahul is here!!!!"
all the time,every time she was on stage we screamed out Rahul's name,it became so bad that the guy walked out of the show and waited outside until we cooled it a bit.
When he did return they started giving out those lame awards that are given to the students like "Comedian of the college" which according to most people right now,i am a sure shot to win,including the teachers,"best couple" also is a probability for me to win and so on,so while female host shouts in her crummy accent
"why cant i hear some noise???"
i scream out "BECAUSE YOU ARE TOO SHORT"
silence and then people stare at me,but i dont care and i look the other way.
The next bit was something i can never forget and has damaged me right to my soul,my core is broken somehow,everyone probably has heard the Bryan Adams song "Summer of '69" which is a classic,this guy from our college who studies in another program thinks he is the greatest singer in the world and he gets a couple of guys to play along with him,while the guitarist is strumming up no one cane make out what the song is till the guy suddently starts blurting out in his crummy accent
"saamur of seeecksty naaaine"
most of us are left in awe as to how could he sing like this,and its not like he sings well also,its bad its fucking bad,plus he moves his feet like in inches,is stuck to the stage somehow and the only body part that does move is his pelvic like he is trying ti impregnate the entire crowd,but seeing what a lame dick he is probably his dick is also lame,well it cant be lamer than him.When the performance ended,no one clapped but rather there was stark silence as to how he could desecrate such a song without even a little bit of remorse.
Then there was the problem with dinner,the food was actually quite good,at least better than expected,but the main problem was that uninvited people were eating the dinner and as one girl told me "Is he from our college"
i replied "I dont know,who cares?"
She said,"Well you can go up to him and ask him if he is a senior or not"
i though "Yes and he will let me know,that he is not a senior and is here for free dinner",while we somehow dodged being the security during dinner,the main course was about to come.
Now most people in our college like this whole idea about a Dj playing music and people dancing their ass' off,i for one am not much of a proper dancer,my dancing skills are based on 2 moves,the pagla haath dance or the beedi dance aka the patang udana dance,so i was not expecting anyone to dance par se properly ,music starts lights on and then the real paglami starts.
While i am stuck to my two move arsenal,the most decent guy i have ever met in my life Prithwi,decides to dance and by dance i mean he would sell Mithun out of the park,Hrithik Roshan would have been left in awe and well any other dancer should just go hang themselves,the only person who actually could do what Prithwi did was the late great Michael Jackson,but lets not go there,Prithwi's movements and gestures mesmerized us all,almost every first year student stopped dancing and was gawking at the madness that is Prithwi,hell he wanted someone to accompany him in the moves,but none of us could even do 5% of what he was doing,thus totally destroying what even little image he had left.
While the night ended and seniors left the college for good,the one memory of Prithwi dancing his ass off shall never be forgotten
LOVE LIVE THE PRITHWI
LONG LIVE THE MITHUN
Monday, April 4, 2011
Ode to a someone else's farewell part 1
A sense of Deja vu is on the cards after reading the title, but i am not rehashing old blogs with new flavor and pizazz, this farewell was for our seniors in my college, GBS.
Now let me set the situation up, a few weeks back a group of students out of the 150 odd first year students were to meet the principal and a few other teachers,naturally my name was on the list and i thought ,bah another princi parent meeting is on the cards, but along with me were quite a few toppers from my section as well as other sections, so i knew something was up.
The principal came as well as a few teachers and they asked us if we knew why we were called here, we replied no .Then they said "You are all selected as members of the Students Council" apparently it was a hard decision to make as many students wanted to be a part but the teachers chose us,the lucky few as we are called,the biggest surprise everyone in class got was with my selection,as usual my life goes,so much potential but so little conversion,not that i care about all this.
So the first piece of business for us was to set up a farewell for the seniors,this was the first project of the NEW students council,and we were to set up the budget and the date of the farewell plus plan everything in the damn show within a week,including getting the collection[chanda/hafta] call it as you please.
Now credit is to be given where credit is due,this guy in my class,Naveen and Dinesh have a ton of experience in all these events and they set everything up perfectly,but we had proposed a budget of around 50000 Rs,which we all knew we would never get.
We decided that all of the 150 students should pay up around 300 bucks,again most students were reluctant to pay as we told the teachers in the council,then we all were given 10 students each to get the dough from,a lot of coaxing and threatening later most of the students from my class paid up,some didnt and we had no hesitation to complain about them,perfect,we got on every students' bad books even before i got a chance to abuse certain people's mom's,dad's and generations.That's my luck.
So after 3-4 days of mad collections and threatens we did get the money , we got roughly 35000 Rs, which was 10000 Rs more than we expected to get from the students.
Then comes the question as to who is to be the emcee of the show,since i have pretty good communication skills and acting skills , i was the frontrunner even before the so called auditions were to take place.Now you must understand i am not the kind of guy who wants to do things that i like ripping on,for example i don't want to be the emcee because i wont be able to enjoy the show,ie abuse the shit out of my friends and the emcee who is hosting the show,so while all the teachers expected me to be the emcee,i backed out,much to the disappointment of the communications ma'am,who again let me know a few days later, how much i let people down,the up side of all this,well i didnt get to be the emcee and one of the most hated students in the college became the emcee and it was she,who speaks in some freaky convulated mixed finnish,german,bulgarian,swedish accent.
The day comes for the show and as usual all the student members are to help in setting up the stage,which means i can bunk class and get attendance,however again a lot of people were there to help us out,in fact the people who werent part of the council were working their ass off to make it special for the seniors,while of course chutias like Raju would just walk about and act like they were doing something but he was like a lot of other students trying to act cool to impress the chicks,bloody maagas.
Streamers being lined up and me sticking the bits to people's backsides and all,snapping pictures and making a complete fool of everyone is just the way to set things up for the big show,of course my good pal wasim was with me,fooling around and a few other people were working hard,the one bit was our dear love couple of college Sohini and Mriganka[a freaking manc] who said they would prepare something for the seniors,half an hour goes by and then i decide to see what the hell they were doing,locating them was easy but after seeing what they did or didn't do i could guess what they did for half an hour,all the "did" was stick one and i repeat one freaking poster,what else they did before this,i guess we have some idea about.
This is a pretty long post,so i have to break it up,now i know the build up might not have been that great,but oh man,believe me the SHOW was freaking amazing,not because of the amazing quality of performances,but rather a performance,actually 2 performances i will never forget
1:A complete demolition and desecration of Bryan Adams,i will never look at the guy in the same way again
2:The Prithwi Dance,who said Prithwi cant dance saala
Now let me set the situation up, a few weeks back a group of students out of the 150 odd first year students were to meet the principal and a few other teachers,naturally my name was on the list and i thought ,bah another princi parent meeting is on the cards, but along with me were quite a few toppers from my section as well as other sections, so i knew something was up.
The principal came as well as a few teachers and they asked us if we knew why we were called here, we replied no .Then they said "You are all selected as members of the Students Council" apparently it was a hard decision to make as many students wanted to be a part but the teachers chose us,the lucky few as we are called,the biggest surprise everyone in class got was with my selection,as usual my life goes,so much potential but so little conversion,not that i care about all this.
So the first piece of business for us was to set up a farewell for the seniors,this was the first project of the NEW students council,and we were to set up the budget and the date of the farewell plus plan everything in the damn show within a week,including getting the collection[chanda/hafta] call it as you please.
Now credit is to be given where credit is due,this guy in my class,Naveen and Dinesh have a ton of experience in all these events and they set everything up perfectly,but we had proposed a budget of around 50000 Rs,which we all knew we would never get.
We decided that all of the 150 students should pay up around 300 bucks,again most students were reluctant to pay as we told the teachers in the council,then we all were given 10 students each to get the dough from,a lot of coaxing and threatening later most of the students from my class paid up,some didnt and we had no hesitation to complain about them,perfect,we got on every students' bad books even before i got a chance to abuse certain people's mom's,dad's and generations.That's my luck.
So after 3-4 days of mad collections and threatens we did get the money , we got roughly 35000 Rs, which was 10000 Rs more than we expected to get from the students.
Then comes the question as to who is to be the emcee of the show,since i have pretty good communication skills and acting skills , i was the frontrunner even before the so called auditions were to take place.Now you must understand i am not the kind of guy who wants to do things that i like ripping on,for example i don't want to be the emcee because i wont be able to enjoy the show,ie abuse the shit out of my friends and the emcee who is hosting the show,so while all the teachers expected me to be the emcee,i backed out,much to the disappointment of the communications ma'am,who again let me know a few days later, how much i let people down,the up side of all this,well i didnt get to be the emcee and one of the most hated students in the college became the emcee and it was she,who speaks in some freaky convulated mixed finnish,german,bulgarian,swedish accent.
The day comes for the show and as usual all the student members are to help in setting up the stage,which means i can bunk class and get attendance,however again a lot of people were there to help us out,in fact the people who werent part of the council were working their ass off to make it special for the seniors,while of course chutias like Raju would just walk about and act like they were doing something but he was like a lot of other students trying to act cool to impress the chicks,bloody maagas.
Streamers being lined up and me sticking the bits to people's backsides and all,snapping pictures and making a complete fool of everyone is just the way to set things up for the big show,of course my good pal wasim was with me,fooling around and a few other people were working hard,the one bit was our dear love couple of college Sohini and Mriganka[a freaking manc] who said they would prepare something for the seniors,half an hour goes by and then i decide to see what the hell they were doing,locating them was easy but after seeing what they did or didn't do i could guess what they did for half an hour,all the "did" was stick one and i repeat one freaking poster,what else they did before this,i guess we have some idea about.
This is a pretty long post,so i have to break it up,now i know the build up might not have been that great,but oh man,believe me the SHOW was freaking amazing,not because of the amazing quality of performances,but rather a performance,actually 2 performances i will never forget
1:A complete demolition and desecration of Bryan Adams,i will never look at the guy in the same way again
2:The Prithwi Dance,who said Prithwi cant dance saala
Sunday, April 3, 2011
What's my age again?
Progressing from school to college is never an easy task, nothing is supposed to be similar in both the environments, ie school and college.You leave all your friends and a comfort zone that you had built over the years to face something new and develop yourself, like a metamorphosis you come in as a teen and leave as an adult, learning new things about yourself ,all that is crap to be honest.
College is not the thing we see on tv, where you bunk as you like and that everyone in college is pretty and the professors are dumb and the lady professors are hot,well some are but that's not the point,the point i am trying to make is that everything more or less remains the same,its just that you pay much more as fees than you would in school.
One thing that somehow hasn't changed from my experiences in school and college is that all the teachers,professors and faculty members constantly rebuke the students for not acting their age,we are supposed to somehow act decent and disciplined and all that just because we have become 21 or something.
Our Eco sir in fact has constantly told us that "He was asked to join the institute and that it was his perception that he would be teaching students who are all post graduates and behave like post graduate students would,like probably in North America or any other part of the world"
then he observes our behavior for a few days and recently told us that he is not capable of handling us because he has not been trained to handle "kindergarten" students.
this sort of comment has been passed wherever i have been,as in education institutes,school,college,tutorials and now even during a PG course, but people don't learn,the teachers should know by now that I wont change,i will stay the freak that i am and i should also acknowledge the fact that growing up has no scope for me,the only thing that keeps me sane is the abuses,comments,jokes,sexual references, irritating people etc, while a fear does exist as to what kind of employee i would be in a few weeks time for some company , i do still believe i will enjoy myself by being the crazy lunatic that i am,and i am fooking proud of it,at least i am better than those maagas.
With all these people telling me to grow up and me being on a charge wanting not to grow up,while i enter the lift of my building a couple of days back an 8 year old kid enters the lift , looks at me and tells me
"Can you tell me what the time is ,please UNCLE"
And that is when a part of my world shatters,now i know,even if i do behave like i do,which in some circles would and probably should land me in jail or in a psych ward,i know that I have grown,not mentally just physically
College is not the thing we see on tv, where you bunk as you like and that everyone in college is pretty and the professors are dumb and the lady professors are hot,well some are but that's not the point,the point i am trying to make is that everything more or less remains the same,its just that you pay much more as fees than you would in school.
One thing that somehow hasn't changed from my experiences in school and college is that all the teachers,professors and faculty members constantly rebuke the students for not acting their age,we are supposed to somehow act decent and disciplined and all that just because we have become 21 or something.
Our Eco sir in fact has constantly told us that "He was asked to join the institute and that it was his perception that he would be teaching students who are all post graduates and behave like post graduate students would,like probably in North America or any other part of the world"
then he observes our behavior for a few days and recently told us that he is not capable of handling us because he has not been trained to handle "kindergarten" students.
this sort of comment has been passed wherever i have been,as in education institutes,school,college,tutorials and now even during a PG course, but people don't learn,the teachers should know by now that I wont change,i will stay the freak that i am and i should also acknowledge the fact that growing up has no scope for me,the only thing that keeps me sane is the abuses,comments,jokes,sexual references, irritating people etc, while a fear does exist as to what kind of employee i would be in a few weeks time for some company , i do still believe i will enjoy myself by being the crazy lunatic that i am,and i am fooking proud of it,at least i am better than those maagas.
With all these people telling me to grow up and me being on a charge wanting not to grow up,while i enter the lift of my building a couple of days back an 8 year old kid enters the lift , looks at me and tells me
"Can you tell me what the time is ,please UNCLE"
And that is when a part of my world shatters,now i know,even if i do behave like i do,which in some circles would and probably should land me in jail or in a psych ward,i know that I have grown,not mentally just physically
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