Expecting a good morning tomorrw....
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
The News
“Look for it on the news” was first thing I got when I decide to fix my greying cells into the big world of IIM’s (to be specific IIM Indore) for next two years, I mean nobody knew there was a IIM (for some IAM) in Indore, some offered to help this distressed soul and get an admission in ASDM, RUBM, IEM, IIBM etc. don’t ask me what those things mean, I know the last word must be management… well I presume. Man!! A isolated hill-top with a few hundred nerds, making out with balance sheets and crazy management theories which makes no sense to me. Fortunately I can write a different story now, good news for me. The comfortable new place, where all the little craziness that fit comfortably into my world.
Now remembering those initial days of “i” (yeah! We must have this I everywhere) I seriously laugh at myself, but it must be obvious for a kid new in the block. For the past 1 year, i have been living in the state of luxury (here I don’t have to clean my room, they got these nice n kind being called “housekeeping staffs” to do it for me…), man!!! My mom even makes me clean my room at home.
Probably the best you get here is the steady flow of music… different genres n languages. I am happened to be blessed with kind souls who make sure I develop the uncanny taste for multi-lingual music. Just imagine my growth chart of development in taste of music, with neighbours playing robust Punjabi to bhajans to Pink-Floyd to Mallu songs to Bethoveen n MS Subhalaxmi (all playing simultaneously)… well don’t take me as free rider here, I regularly contribute to this ritual of learning with my not so Favourite bong song and heavy dose of Nirvana at NIGHT!!!!! (turn the music at max, lock your room from outside n go for a walk … trust me for next few days you can easily say goodbye to sleep from your life)
Or may the mess at late night, which is the something of a pilgrimage for most of us. I consider myself as a live example of great mess food!! Actually I am considering suggesting a new name for it like “soul-food” or “God Kitchen”. And why not? Just imagine a guy with a waist size of 28 inches is now having almost 32 inches sexy belly. Now another question, how mess food can be so good? May be a detail schedule of my eating habits can explain a few things
Breakfast @ 9:20am
Lunch @ 1:40 pm
Evening snacks @ 5:00 pm
Dinner @ 9:00 pm
Now the best part… post 11:30 pm its food fest for me with fried eggs to sandwiches to Maggie to stuff parathas and the grand finale… world’s best double egg-double cheese parathas. By the way I must mention about the countless packs of chips and bottles of cola along with cigarettes (that’s very specific to myself) that keeps me alive.
Right now, like my mom you must be wondering what actually I am doing here? I would say having fun while learning a lot and in the process getting a degree. This place is actually more than an institute giving you a PGDM or MBA or god damm!! Whatever. Here its not about getting in and going out with a filthy fat pay check. Here you learn that invisible thing called ‘life’, learn to share your last cigarette with five others at 4 o’clock in the morning or live a life in 24x7 mode (please read here we are living our life, not just surviving it), you learn to adapt to situations n then make it adapt to yourself.
Sometimes during my late night walks I wonder, what I will do after I leave this place and its people. And I remember one of my seniors words “ Dude!!! It’s about the experience called ‘i-life’ you get here, you blink and you miss it!”
Now after a year I can say I am glad, I crashed here at planet-i.
Now remembering those initial days of “i” (yeah! We must have this I everywhere) I seriously laugh at myself, but it must be obvious for a kid new in the block. For the past 1 year, i have been living in the state of luxury (here I don’t have to clean my room, they got these nice n kind being called “housekeeping staffs” to do it for me…), man!!! My mom even makes me clean my room at home.
Probably the best you get here is the steady flow of music… different genres n languages. I am happened to be blessed with kind souls who make sure I develop the uncanny taste for multi-lingual music. Just imagine my growth chart of development in taste of music, with neighbours playing robust Punjabi to bhajans to Pink-Floyd to Mallu songs to Bethoveen n MS Subhalaxmi (all playing simultaneously)… well don’t take me as free rider here, I regularly contribute to this ritual of learning with my not so Favourite bong song and heavy dose of Nirvana at NIGHT!!!!! (turn the music at max, lock your room from outside n go for a walk … trust me for next few days you can easily say goodbye to sleep from your life)
Or may the mess at late night, which is the something of a pilgrimage for most of us. I consider myself as a live example of great mess food!! Actually I am considering suggesting a new name for it like “soul-food” or “God Kitchen”. And why not? Just imagine a guy with a waist size of 28 inches is now having almost 32 inches sexy belly. Now another question, how mess food can be so good? May be a detail schedule of my eating habits can explain a few things
Breakfast @ 9:20am
Lunch @ 1:40 pm
Evening snacks @ 5:00 pm
Dinner @ 9:00 pm
Now the best part… post 11:30 pm its food fest for me with fried eggs to sandwiches to Maggie to stuff parathas and the grand finale… world’s best double egg-double cheese parathas. By the way I must mention about the countless packs of chips and bottles of cola along with cigarettes (that’s very specific to myself) that keeps me alive.
Right now, like my mom you must be wondering what actually I am doing here? I would say having fun while learning a lot and in the process getting a degree. This place is actually more than an institute giving you a PGDM or MBA or god damm!! Whatever. Here its not about getting in and going out with a filthy fat pay check. Here you learn that invisible thing called ‘life’, learn to share your last cigarette with five others at 4 o’clock in the morning or live a life in 24x7 mode (please read here we are living our life, not just surviving it), you learn to adapt to situations n then make it adapt to yourself.
Sometimes during my late night walks I wonder, what I will do after I leave this place and its people. And I remember one of my seniors words “ Dude!!! It’s about the experience called ‘i-life’ you get here, you blink and you miss it!”
Now after a year I can say I am glad, I crashed here at planet-i.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Ironic sadness for a verified realization
The half written story on wrinkled papre is an expression of my personal satisfaction and cynicsm to my numbness . Why should it reflect thoughts and angiuse?
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Priest’s Poisoned Prize
Stream form like glow-worms
Pleasantly silent in want of infant Serpent
As if almost honest innermost.
Raging in and out,
About art at best in innocence
Sunburnt and silent
Ancient tents loom over thickest thirst.
Ten thousand hand and land
Dried dropped and cherished,
As if that secret serpent
Pitched to priest’s sermon.
Admired and aged,
Sold around the spend wind’s sound.
Pleasantly silent in want of infant Serpent
As if almost honest innermost.
Raging in and out,
About art at best in innocence
Sunburnt and silent
Ancient tents loom over thickest thirst.
Ten thousand hand and land
Dried dropped and cherished,
As if that secret serpent
Pitched to priest’s sermon.
Admired and aged,
Sold around the spend wind’s sound.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Into Blues
Blue smoke of fallen years
Before the pale eyelids
We see at the midnight peace
And world comes to the corner
With dusty dew flowing.
The anticipated anguish
And the ability of old fire talks
Weeping beside flicker
They call those works of extravagances.
But have you wondered why?
No one come
In all redefined harmonic things
To feel the old distinguished kindness.
Call it the beginning of card game
Or a ballroom dance
Faces will identify all baked and washed
And the blue smoke will be thereIn printed notes and dusty cards games.
Before the pale eyelids
We see at the midnight peace
And world comes to the corner
With dusty dew flowing.
The anticipated anguish
And the ability of old fire talks
Weeping beside flicker
They call those works of extravagances.
But have you wondered why?
No one come
In all redefined harmonic things
To feel the old distinguished kindness.
Call it the beginning of card game
Or a ballroom dance
Faces will identify all baked and washed
And the blue smoke will be thereIn printed notes and dusty cards games.
Thoughts of Blindness
Sluggishly, merchant
Roaming through rough burnt
As deep leaf soars
Agony destroys,
Tartly ripe churchyard.
Carnivores rejuvenates carelessly
With squirrels glittering
Beehive pecks brightly.
Roaming through rough burnt
As deep leaf soars
Agony destroys,
Tartly ripe churchyard.
Carnivores rejuvenates carelessly
With squirrels glittering
Beehive pecks brightly.
Some Funny Stories
Sorrow filled weeps at night
Underneath his loving look,
A man rages in a sigh
And runs in joy.
Laughing for being born
At brick walled sunlight.
Underneath his loving look,
A man rages in a sigh
And runs in joy.
Laughing for being born
At brick walled sunlight.
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