While most of my best friends know the tale of the creation of the greatest tagline in the history of STB , "Jeet ke aaoge!". Most of the others are completely oblivious about the great rich history that surrounds it, so for those people who have no idea, I will tell you a tale , one which does not allow you to fail.
It all started way back 15 summers ago, a small kid in an unknown land ,searching for who he could be, what he could do in a foreign land. The only solace he had was coming back from from the torment of school in the afternoon. While he did get used to the freaky timings and all, his parents being Indian were never quite happy enough with just school, off he would be sent to music school as well in the morning, he would eventually become a sort of show and tell where relatives would ask him to play something, this did not make him happy at all.
While his plan was just to survive school and the heat of the foreign land, his parents wanted him to grow and learn things hence when they got the news of "elocution's" being held in school,the poor boy was asked to join that as well. People forget that this kid was one of the best students in class and always got a certificate of merit for doing extremely well in studies, but as usual for Indian parents that was never enough.
So off the kid went for elocution trails and wouldn't you know it, he always got through, hell , became elocution champ in the school for a good 6 years, so yeah he was good. His mom was always the pillar who supported the freak of nature no matter what and to give him a boost and to try and calm him down she would always let him know it didn't matter if he won or lost," Do you best aur jeetne ka koshish karo, koi fark nahin parta, you just enjoy", those were her words always.
Fast forward to now, while the kid has grown up a bit, only physically, he has stopped going to crap assed competitions although a lotta credit does go to the earlier competitions for making him the freak he has now become, so one day a pal of his goes for some music competition and for good luck the kid blurts out
"dude, you must win, you can win, JEET KE AAOGE!", that was the start of the crazy one liner which the kid brings into every time he does talk to anyone.
Jeet ke aaoge now is a lifestyle, which means no matter what you are doing, eating food, sleeping, going for a walk, going to the loo, wanking(especially wanking), playing football, making notes, waking up in the morning, you get the picture now, that is why the best way to wish a person or even say good bye is by saying "Jeet ke aaoge!". Always gives them that warm fuzzy feeling which people like and is not gay in anyway.
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Sunday, January 2, 2011
A Crappy new year
I know its been quite a while since i last posted something ,i only post when i do have time or i have a kickass REAL LIFE story to tell or when i am really and i mean REALLY pissed about something,and something just pissed me off massively,its not that i dont get pissed,i get pissed off quite easily but the incident that got my goat was new years Eve
31st Dec 2010
Normally my parents and I go out for a drive at the stroke of midnight to park street,the only street in Calcutta having both KFC and Mcdonalds ,and a ton of other restaurants.
I understand its the new year and all but what is there to celebrate?
We reached the place at 11:50 and there were like a gazillion people out on the street doing nothing but screaming and shouting for the new year,as the bongs and well rest of indians say
"Heppy Noo Yaaar"
Literally thousands of mindless freaks on the streets screaming and shouting and dancing and hugging each other like they are the best of pals,if only this sort of love could be seen on the streets everyday when people are out to run over each other or are abusing the life out of someone,the same people have no compassion what so ever from Jan 2nd onwards.
This whole new year celebration is just another way to milk more money out of the normal people,going to clubs and parties to celebrate what?
More deaths,pathetic governance,violence,corruption,the poor thats what each year is about,people forget all this so easily to celebrate another crummy year which holds more of the same for almost each of us.
I dont celebrate new years any more,but certain memories will stay about this one year:
This is what i remembered about 2010
Spain winning the WC
The huge BP oil spill
Togo bus getting attacked by militants during the African Cup of Nations
Paul the octopus
Rafa getting the boot[twice in one year]
Constant and rampant corruption in our country and outside it as well
Finding some kickass online and college pals
The ass of a travel agent we had
Creating "history" in college
Getting my Babe back :D
Becoming a Graduate
And oh yeah as far as new year's resolutions go,there is no point manking any of them because half of em cannot be remembered by the start of March and more importantly no one gives a shit to completing em
so there is just one resolution for one and all,live by it 24 hours a day,7 days a week,365 days in a year,EVERY FRIGGIN YEAR
"JEET KE AAOGE!"
31st Dec 2010
Normally my parents and I go out for a drive at the stroke of midnight to park street,the only street in Calcutta having both KFC and Mcdonalds ,and a ton of other restaurants.
I understand its the new year and all but what is there to celebrate?
We reached the place at 11:50 and there were like a gazillion people out on the street doing nothing but screaming and shouting for the new year,as the bongs and well rest of indians say
"Heppy Noo Yaaar"
Literally thousands of mindless freaks on the streets screaming and shouting and dancing and hugging each other like they are the best of pals,if only this sort of love could be seen on the streets everyday when people are out to run over each other or are abusing the life out of someone,the same people have no compassion what so ever from Jan 2nd onwards.
This whole new year celebration is just another way to milk more money out of the normal people,going to clubs and parties to celebrate what?
More deaths,pathetic governance,violence,corruption,the poor thats what each year is about,people forget all this so easily to celebrate another crummy year which holds more of the same for almost each of us.
I dont celebrate new years any more,but certain memories will stay about this one year:
This is what i remembered about 2010
Spain winning the WC
The huge BP oil spill
Togo bus getting attacked by militants during the African Cup of Nations
Paul the octopus
Rafa getting the boot[twice in one year]
Constant and rampant corruption in our country and outside it as well
Finding some kickass online and college pals
The ass of a travel agent we had
Creating "history" in college
Getting my Babe back :D
Becoming a Graduate
And oh yeah as far as new year's resolutions go,there is no point manking any of them because half of em cannot be remembered by the start of March and more importantly no one gives a shit to completing em
so there is just one resolution for one and all,live by it 24 hours a day,7 days a week,365 days in a year,EVERY FRIGGIN YEAR
"JEET KE AAOGE!"
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Ghajini
Dont react,this isnt a review/preview/article about the movie Ghajini,i dont have time to watch em stupid hindi flicks,exceptions are always there.
This blog post is about one of the many teachers we have at Globsyn,you know my new B school[ooooooo aaaaaah],now Ghajini ,our Stats prof,has short hair like Aamir khan in the movie Ghajini,speaks in an accent with is both british as well as american and is short like Aamir Khan,not only that but he instills fear in us,he probably is the only person we students are scared off and the only teacher who actually gets respect because of the greatest emotion in the world,not love you fucktard hippies,but fear.
The first class we had with the Prof,he came in,told us to sit in groups and that we had to make a 10 minute presentation on a topic that he would give,since it was our 2nd week in college and we barely knew one another,as usual with us indians,panic and pandemonium got us,everyone is freaking losing their hair,sweating etc,while the guy is seated behind with another teacher,just enjoying the carnage that is set infront of him,sadist.
Not only that he was marking us for the term already in our first class and was cutting marks off if anyone from the group was talking,or when someone had a laptop on while a group was giving the presentation,he confiscated it,thats not the worst bit,he holds the laptop by the screen and chucks em one on top of the other.
Oh and he was also making snide remarks at the groups making presentations
"Look look,that guy is acting like he is an Emcee ,hahahahahahaha"
Sick.
Another day ,during some other sir's class he pops in and tells us to make a 30 minute presentation on Mean,Median,Mode,30 minutes?
damn we havent made a presentation for like 5 minutes,nevertheless he did ask one chick to give the presentation,that said chick was sitting behind me,when he pointed her out,i got goosebumps thinking he picked me up,but that wasnt a relief of any sorts as we shall see.
2 weeks ago the same guy came in and asked us to make a presentation on regression analysis and the like,so again off all of us got tense,the first thing i did when i got home was open my Stats for Managers book and open the regression chapter.
Fucking hell i couldnt understand one bit,barring the basic regression equation,i didnt even make a presentation for it,rather was calling me pals up if they understood what the hell the rest of the chapter is about,after all Ghajini asked us to make a 15 minute presentation for it,somehow i wrote some stuff in a book ,i took some pills as i wasnt well and went off to bed at midnite.
Next morning doom and gloom is the word i would use,now i should have learnt that it always rains when i dont want it to,similarly this one day i did not carry an umbrella with me and i was standing in a queue for the bus,not only was the fucking bus late by 20 minutes,i got completely drenched,plus i already had a temperature and a cold,perfect way to start the day,and its only 8 AM
The bus ride is an hour long and i got pelvic thrusts from wet men,fuck it,my shirt wasnt drying any soon,i my hair was a complete wet mess,rather than being a complete mess that it usually is,i reach college,sit down for a few minutes and anxiously chat with me pals about the chapter.
Barely did i sit down ,the Ghajini walks in as it was 9:45,schedule class time,i sit,am nervous,am wet,am cold,AC is on,and Ghajini says
"I hope you all have come prepared with your presentations,be it a PPT or you can use the board.....Any volunteers?"
No one raises their hand for this bit,its like asking someone to confess for murder ,so he goes
"Fine ,i will pick someone,YOU"
Fuck it,its me,i look behind me hoping he picked someone else,but damn it its me.
I get up as a nervous wreck but by the grace of God i Jeet ke Aagaye in the presentation bit,Ghajini himself said
"A brilliant job,i think he deserves a round of applause",of course in between the presentation i had to answer some questions and as usual a certain Bhati had some questions rather experiences and "something more to add",but leaving that aside it was a pretty nerve racking experience.
Now that i have survived the Ghajini,my fear of presentations are over and for some stupid reason everyone believes i am the best student for stats or as the college calls the subject "Quantitative Methods",i dont care about all that.
All i care about is that i Jeet Ke Aagaye!
This blog post is about one of the many teachers we have at Globsyn,you know my new B school[ooooooo aaaaaah],now Ghajini ,our Stats prof,has short hair like Aamir khan in the movie Ghajini,speaks in an accent with is both british as well as american and is short like Aamir Khan,not only that but he instills fear in us,he probably is the only person we students are scared off and the only teacher who actually gets respect because of the greatest emotion in the world,not love you fucktard hippies,but fear.
The first class we had with the Prof,he came in,told us to sit in groups and that we had to make a 10 minute presentation on a topic that he would give,since it was our 2nd week in college and we barely knew one another,as usual with us indians,panic and pandemonium got us,everyone is freaking losing their hair,sweating etc,while the guy is seated behind with another teacher,just enjoying the carnage that is set infront of him,sadist.
Not only that he was marking us for the term already in our first class and was cutting marks off if anyone from the group was talking,or when someone had a laptop on while a group was giving the presentation,he confiscated it,thats not the worst bit,he holds the laptop by the screen and chucks em one on top of the other.
Oh and he was also making snide remarks at the groups making presentations
"Look look,that guy is acting like he is an Emcee ,hahahahahahaha"
Sick.
Another day ,during some other sir's class he pops in and tells us to make a 30 minute presentation on Mean,Median,Mode,30 minutes?
damn we havent made a presentation for like 5 minutes,nevertheless he did ask one chick to give the presentation,that said chick was sitting behind me,when he pointed her out,i got goosebumps thinking he picked me up,but that wasnt a relief of any sorts as we shall see.
2 weeks ago the same guy came in and asked us to make a presentation on regression analysis and the like,so again off all of us got tense,the first thing i did when i got home was open my Stats for Managers book and open the regression chapter.
Fucking hell i couldnt understand one bit,barring the basic regression equation,i didnt even make a presentation for it,rather was calling me pals up if they understood what the hell the rest of the chapter is about,after all Ghajini asked us to make a 15 minute presentation for it,somehow i wrote some stuff in a book ,i took some pills as i wasnt well and went off to bed at midnite.
Next morning doom and gloom is the word i would use,now i should have learnt that it always rains when i dont want it to,similarly this one day i did not carry an umbrella with me and i was standing in a queue for the bus,not only was the fucking bus late by 20 minutes,i got completely drenched,plus i already had a temperature and a cold,perfect way to start the day,and its only 8 AM
The bus ride is an hour long and i got pelvic thrusts from wet men,fuck it,my shirt wasnt drying any soon,i my hair was a complete wet mess,rather than being a complete mess that it usually is,i reach college,sit down for a few minutes and anxiously chat with me pals about the chapter.
Barely did i sit down ,the Ghajini walks in as it was 9:45,schedule class time,i sit,am nervous,am wet,am cold,AC is on,and Ghajini says
"I hope you all have come prepared with your presentations,be it a PPT or you can use the board.....Any volunteers?"
No one raises their hand for this bit,its like asking someone to confess for murder ,so he goes
"Fine ,i will pick someone,YOU"
Fuck it,its me,i look behind me hoping he picked someone else,but damn it its me.
I get up as a nervous wreck but by the grace of God i Jeet ke Aagaye in the presentation bit,Ghajini himself said
"A brilliant job,i think he deserves a round of applause",of course in between the presentation i had to answer some questions and as usual a certain Bhati had some questions rather experiences and "something more to add",but leaving that aside it was a pretty nerve racking experience.
Now that i have survived the Ghajini,my fear of presentations are over and for some stupid reason everyone believes i am the best student for stats or as the college calls the subject "Quantitative Methods",i dont care about all that.
All i care about is that i Jeet Ke Aagaye!
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