I’m confused because why are we such suckers for pain, the irony is that when i asked someone that how is everything going she said it is good, and to that i replied “if everything feels good, be prepared for it to be screwed up soon” and then the calamitous incidents of yesterday happened. But i still don’t understand that why are we such suckers for pain why is it that when we are happy and content it just doesn’t work out, we always end up miserable if not instantly then gradually. Is it because it is in our ’screw the good thing’ gene i shudder to think if that were to be present. Or it could be because we are indians that we can only understand the scorching temperatures or enough cold to make your fingers fall off, autumn is spent thinking of the winter ahead and spring is spent complaining of the summer to come.

Trust me i have tried to wrap my head around this concept as logically as my brain would permit but i cannot come to any valid conclusion that would be admissible to the sensibilities of my thoughts, maybe herein lies the futility of my actions i’m trying to logically analyze something that is in itself illogical and hence cannot be fathomed by logic alone i would have to travel to the depths of the chaos called love, lose my mind in the process and become an incomprehensible baboon. Now a stupidity of that level is not permissible by my current state of extreme sobriety. The question is why people fall in love and not why they fall out of love. The reasons i’ve heard are many, varied, far fetched, and absolutely flimsy and the universal statement “you won’t understand what we have.”
And now i scoff at these people who tried their luck, because they know it or not but they are doomed, for what i donot know but for certain i know that they are doomed.
And this is to my sane friends whose count stops at one. THIS IS TO ME AND THEKA cheers to being single for now. What, do you think i’m conceited enough to say that i’ll be single forever? i laugh at you.

Just one last thought…maybe this can shed some light.
“We see the world as we are, not the way it is.”

What really irks me is the beaten up cliche about the Titans, most of these so called journalists don’t even know what kind of fear and awe these titan’s used to inspire, Kronos the lord of time father of the olympian gods,Typhon the bane of the gods, Hyperion ruler of the east, Atlas the most fearsome warrior the universe had ever known, Prometheus, Krios and others elder and minor whose fear, power, and menace is beyond the comprehension of any mortal, yet these learned mebers of society continue to equate such trivialities as movie releases, cricket matches and elections. While the true Titanic struggle is to create love, save the planet and make the masses laugh. My friends these are tasks which are truly titanic in nature not the release of an Aamir Khan movie and a Shah Rukh Khan movie.

If i have used any cliche please inform me via your comments so that i may kill myself in a cruel and unpleasant manner, thank you for your patience in this very long and drawn out rant.

[SELF COMPOSED]

[DEDICATED TO PEOPLE WHO ARE OVER BUSY WITH THERE JOBS AND DON'T HAVE TIME FOR FRIENDS]

“Kaash Thum Jata Waqt Wahin..

Na aate hum is mukaam kabhii…

Saath rakhte the jin doston ko..

Aaj waqt hi nhin un kamino ko…

Taras gaye hain..

CCD ki coffee pine ko…

wo toot toot kar chese burst khane ko…

2 ghoont pine ko..

Aur chuski ki chusk lene ko…

Saath baithkar 2 min batiyane ko..

Thakee maar maar ke hasne ko…

Wo raat raat bhar jagne ko…

wo class mein sone ko..

Aur Daaru pikr rone ko…

Wo Janamdin par pitne ko..

Aur IP pe multicast karne ko…

The kabhi zindagi ke boss humhi..

Aaj boss aur office zindagi ho gayi…

Office ki coffee me wo mithas nhin..

IP to hai par muticast nahin..

Baaton mein jazbaat nahin..

Haste to hain par Ab wo baat nahin..

Ab wo baat nahin…

Kaash Thum Jata Waqt Wahin..

Na aate hum is mukaam kabhii…”

*I have tried to reproduce the entire song to the best of my memory, the original song might have a few minor changes!!

Lovely si madam decent dhoondenge..

Not temporary permanent dhoondenge….

Lovely si madam, Aha ha ha…Hmm Hmm Hmmmm…

Chahe bengal ki ho, chahe gujrat ki ho, Shimla ki ho ya pyaare, woh nanital ki ho

Hum aisi, ho ho ho, hum aisi, hmm hmm, hum aisi beauty queen dhoondenge.

Not temporary, permanent dhoondenge

Lovely si madam, Aha ha ha…Hmm Hmm Hmmmm…

Achhi si Height ho, color bhi white ho,

Rashan ka yug hai pyaare kum se kum diet ho, Rashan ka yug hai pyaare kum se kum diet ho..

Hum aisi, ho ho ho, hum aisi, hmm hmm, hum aisi Sweet Sixteen dhoondenge.

Not temporary, permanent dhoondenge

Lovely si madam, Aha ha ha…Hmm Hmm Hmmmm…

Evergreen ho, Beauty queen ho,

Age bhi uski pyare, sweet 16 ho,

Hum aisi, ho ho ho, hum aisi, hmm hmm, hum aisi Sweet peppermint dhoondenge.

Not temporary, permanent dhoondenge

Lovely si madam, Aha ha ha…Hmm Hmm Hmmmm…

Khana Banayegi woh, belan ghumaigi woh, mere Office jaane pe…bacche khilayegi woh

mere Office jaane pe…bacche khilayegi woh.

Hum aisi, ho ho ho, hum aisi, hmm hmm, hum aisi Home Government dhoondenge.

Not temporary, permanent dhoondenge

Lovely si madam, Aha ha ha…Hmm Hmm Hmmmm…

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

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Wondering why i wrote #weekend!!! Well this post is about this weekend, A truly amazing weekend and usually i don’t need a blog post to describe a weekend because my regular twitter updates would have done the same thing. But the weekend was so amazing that i didn’t even got the chance to post updates to my twitter!!!

When on Friday night i tweeted about the weekend using tags #weekend and asked everyone what are there plans to make this weekend amazing, I never imagined that even I’ll have such a great weekend!!

Well before i begin to describe it, there are three people who made it possible and they are Rishabh{Richi}, Vinodini {Vinni} and Vipul {Gifty} , Wondering why i didn’t wrote the names of my best friendsMoushmi and sahil well you’ll know..

There a saying that “you get to know the true worth of someone when that someone is not with you”. To an extent that is the case here…

Me, Sahil and Moush were together last weekend also and it was also good but there was a certain something missing.. Yes our fourth musketeer Vinni!!

But we all knew this weekend is going to be special as Vinni was here in Delhi!! There was another reason too, my wait for an external hard disc was also going to get over because my dear friend Richi agreed to accompany me to Nehru place on Saturday!!

Finally the day i was waiting for came Saturday -

The day started on a lil bad note as vinni was not feeling well and without her there wouldn’t have been anything that i would have got to write here but hey i am writing that means things went great!!!

But as she and sahil had to appear for a stupid test, they arrived at my place for lunch and with both of them around, my lil silent and dull home turned into a place full of laughter and music!! Everytime vinnisaid i don’t feel like going for the test, i felt that its where my weekend ends because she’s not well but when they both left for the test and she felt a lil better, i knew we gonna have a rocking time!!!

After the left, It was time to visit Nehru place but only if Richi would pick my calls, Damm whats he doing, why is he not picking up my calls that’s what i was saying at that time but when i saw his Pic on my cell, It was time to rock!!

I left for Nehru place not on my car but by bus, wondering why!!

Well there are three reasons why i don’t use my car in Delhi and keep it just for going to HCL Noida for my Unpaid Japanese language training classes :-

• I still don’t know the routes and am still very confused with All the rings and multi level roads of Delhi and i really dont like when i  have to drive for another 5Kms just because i missed a turn!!
• Delhi mein kisika Dharam Imaan hi nhin hai on road!! Man!! why is it that people keep moving even when the Traffic light turns to red and when there’s a green light nobody can  move because the other side wont stop moving !!
• I am really pissed off because either you find N no of speed breakers on roads here or when you have a good road the traffic won’t let you move!! and what to say bout the Parking problems!!

Anyways back to the Main topic, I waited for almost half an hour for the AC 543 bus but had to settle for the Non AC Green colored new bus, it was a comfortable journey and when i entered the Great Nehru Place market with Richi {who BTW came in his Brand New White beauty i10}.. Man!! its an amazing place or i should say paradise for Tech Savvy People like me!!

The Most amazing thing was people shouting “Ayeee softwarree Gamess lelo!!” , As if they were selling vegetables, also it was amazing to see small vendors sitting on floar outside with old motherboards chargers and keyboards and other stuff  I can never forget that i swear…

After asking for rates at a few places i settled for the Foll.

• 320GB Western Digital My passport Ext Hard disc  —- Rs. 3400/
• Samsung DL DVD Writer {Boxed}  —  Rs. 1100/
• Kingston 2GB Micro SD card for my cell — Rs. 300/
• Total — 4800 {Everything under $100 – My first AdSense earnings}

McDonald’s McChicken meal for both of us before bidding Good Bye to this Great Place!!!

I don’t think that the return Journey is worth mentioning, well again i waited for the AC 543 but my Bad luck again not just i didn’t got the AC one i didn’t even got the Green New bus or any other DTC bus even after waiting for 30 Mins in extreme Heat and finally had to settle for over crowded Blue Line Bus!! but just the thought of  Going Home and opening all these things gave me the energy to survive the Torture of that Bus!!

As soon as i reached home All three of my best Buddies sahil, Moush and Vinni were waiting for outside.. and after i entered It was sahil who took the Poly bag from me and opened up everything!!

But as everyone was getting so late i had to stop Installing the DVD Writer and had to leave to Drop Vinni , Followed by Dinner @ Bite In ~ shipra Mall.. It was fun to Grab a table and Arrange for 3 chairs while everyone who came before us were still waiting to get a place!! The dinner with Sahil and Moush was simply amazing!!

It was time now to drop Moush, Leaving the two of us alone with our Plan to Drink together after a long time!! Damm these liquor vends in Delhi Close at 10PM and it was now 10:45 we checked every dammplace we could get a bottle but all of them had just 3 cheap brand that at least I would never like to sip!!

Anyways Back home, badly tired both of  us  just went to sleep!!

Yessssss Its Sunday!!!

The four of us again got together and headed straight to GIP!! Yess it was Bowling time – something that the four us were doing for the first time!!

Man!! Its the most amazing thing i did this weekend , Its really a great Fun!! 1st Game the four of us 20 shots each!! Result Tie between me and sahil - 76 points

2nd game – Tie Breaker – I won yeehhhhh for the first time i actually won in a game and that too against the mighty Sahil!!!

Seriously amazing Fun!! And OMG!! where did all the time go!! It was coming close to the Moush had to get back!! So Last stop Nirula’s!! Its always fun when the four of us get together to have something to eat as its one of the many common things we Love Having some amazing Food!!

Well we said Bye to Moush after that, we headed back to my place, and oh yeahh me n vinni both bought a new novel on way back!! Back home, waiting for Our Coll. friend gifty to arrive, it was catching up time and Time actually flies when we are together, and nothing can compare the fun, the talks and laughter that we have when we are together!!

After Gifty came, there was hardly a lil time we had, and it was now time to drop Vinni and to help giftyshift his stuff from his PG to Gurgaon Via my place where my great lazy bro sahil was resting andwatching Sri V/S Pak!!!

Gifty came just for a lil while but its always awesome to be with old friends especially those with whom you have spent four beautiful years of your Coll. life and its always fun to make Maggi just like coll. days to share it with friends!!

And finally after they both left for gurgaon living me all alone with all the beautiful memories i thought about writing this post!!

And like i always say don’t let your thoughts go waste so here it is my post about the Awesome #weekend!!

I don’t know how many of you will consider this Awesome but trust me guys these two days mean a lot to me especially after yet another week of boring Japanese Classes!!!

There are a lot of feelings and emotions attached with everything i wrote above and some of which can never be expressed in words, The bond of friendship that we share is the most special thing that ever happened to me!! The time we spend together is the best time of my life!! The things we do, even the smallest and the most simplest of things done with your friends are always so special and memorable!!!

P.S :-

• My apologies to all Delhi’tes for writing stuff about the roads and traffic and driving sense, But what can i do i come from the city beautiful Chandigarh, where things are planned roads are well maintained and traffic is well regulated and people are patient enough to wait for a few mins at traffic lights!!!
• The two things that we wanted to do but couldn’t do are :-

Sahil and my plan to Drink  Teacher’s Together {Sahil Maybe Next weekend}

Kala Khata Chuski that all of wanted to have but couldn’t find it anywhere {Well VinniI’ll definitely search for it in Yellow pages so that next time you come we candefinitely have it}

Well when it comes to writing about the moments that I share with my Friends, I can just go on and on but I’ll have to stop here as its 1Am and i have a class tomorrow morning!!

Do give your comments!!

Here is the text of the letter: 

Dear Gen Kayani

Sir, Let me begin by recounting that old army quip that did the rounds in the immediate aftermath of World War II: To guarantee victory, an army should ideally have German generals, British officers, Indian soldiers, American equipment and Italian enemies.

A Pakistani soldier that I met in Iraq in 2004 lamented the fact that the Pakistani soldier in Kargil had been badly let down firstly by Nawaz Sharif and then by the Pakistani officers’ cadre.

Pakistani soldiers led by Indian officers, he believed, would be the most fearsome combination possible. Pakistani officers, he went on to say, were more into real estate, defence housing colonies and the like. 

As I look at two photographs of surrender that lie before me, I can’t help recalling his words. The first is the celebrated event at Dhaka on Dec 16, 1971, which now adorns most Army messes in Delhi and Calcutta. The second, sir, is the video of a teenage girl being flogged by the Taliban in Swat — not far, I am sure, from one of your Army checkposts.

The surrender by any Army is always a sad and humiliating event. Gen Niazi surrendered in Dhaka to a professional army that had outnumbered and outfought him. No Pakistani has been able to get over that humiliation, and 16th December is remembered as a black day by the Pakistani Army and the Pakistani state. But battles are won and lost – armies know this, and having learnt their lessons, they move on. 

But much more sadly, the video of the teenager being flogged represents an even more abject surrender by the Pakistani Army. The surrender in 1971, though humiliating, was not disgraceful.

This time around, sir, what happened on your watch was something no Army commander should have to live through. The girl could have been your own daughter, or mine. 

I have always maintained that the Pakistani Army, like its Indian counterpart, is a thoroughly professional outfit. It has fought valiantly in the three wars against India, and also accredited itself well in its UN missions abroad. It is, therefore, by no means a pushover. The instance of an Infantry unit, led by a lieutenant colonel, meekly laying down arms before 20-odd militants should have been an aberration. But this capitulation in Swat, that too so soon after your own visit to the area, is an assault on the sensibilities of any soldier. What did you tell your soldiers? What great inspirational speech did you make that made your troops back off without a murmur? Sir, I have fought insurgency in Kashmir as well as the North-East, but despite the occasional losses suffered (as is bound to be the case in counter-insurgency operations), such total surrender is unthinkable.

I have been a signaler, and it beats me how my counterparts in your Signal Corps could not locate or even jam a normal FM radio station broadcasting on a fixed frequency at fixed timings. Is there more than meets the eye? 

I am told that it is difficult for your troops to “fight their own people.” But you never had that problem in East Pakistan in 1971, where the atrocities committed by your own troops are well documented in the Hamoodur Rahman Commission Report. Or is it that the Bengalis were never considered “your own” people, influenced as they were by the Hindus across the border? Or is that your troops are terrified by the ruthless barbarians of the Taliban?

Sir, it is imperative that we recognise our enemy without any delay. I use the word “our” advisedly – for the Taliban threat is not far from India’s borders. And the only force that can stop them from dragging Pakistan back into the Stone Age is the force that you command. In this historic moment, providence has placed a tremendous responsibility in your hands. Indeed, the fate of your nation, the future of humankind in the subcontinent rests with you. It doesn’t matter if it is “my war ” or ” your war” – it is a war that has to be won. A desperate Swati citizen’s desperate lament says it all – “Please drop an atom bomb on us and put us out of our misery!” Do not fail him, sir.

But in the gloom and the ignominy, the average Pakistani citizen has shown us that there is hope yet. The lawyers, the media, have all refused to buckle even under direct threats. It took the Taliban no less than 32 bullets to still the voice of a brave journalist. Yes, there is hope – but why don’t we hear the same language from you? Look to these brave hearts, sir – and maybe we shall see the tide turn. Our prayers are with you, and the hapless people of Swat.

The New York Times predicts that Pakistan will collapse in six months. Do you want to go down in history as the man who allowed that to happen?

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Hey Friends,

Todays is the birthday of one of my really good friend and also an author of this blog….  Vinodini Kapoor  who herself is a terrific Blogger…

I don’t think there’s any other better way to wish such a great blogger, So through this post  I wanna wish her >>

A Really Very Happy and Fabulous Birthday… 

&

Request you to kindly give some attention to this blog too, and post something awesome really soon…

I Know Vinni we can never compete with the really awesome birthday celebrations you had in JUIT with your best friends but we all hope you have a great birthday!!!

This Goes out to all Vinni’s friends and to all my friends please wish her on this special day by putting a comment below….

Long long ago when I was down that day,

You came by my way to make it all go away,

It felt like a dream to feel something so pure,

Yet i never knew if it was true for sure.

Down and lonely were the nights that passed,

Definitions of friends were lost in d dark,

Hurt and pain was all I had,

To smile again was in the past.

Then one day u came to me,

On a night when the gods sent gift it was to be,

To nurture me in your friendship you thought,

The beginning of a life, that seemed so distraught.

Ever since that day I needed none,

Life always seemed so much fun,

I feel that it was that golden time,

Which I now miss, with you as mine.

Now after being friends for years to come,

I faltered and hurt the one,

I cared the most and always loved,

Never to forgive myself unless I payed and shunned,

My heart bleeds for the deed undone,

Never again can I feel the warmth,

An action to wish I cud go back again

In time to fix all make sure of everything to be the same.

I wish he forgives me even though it’s tough,

I’d give up everything although life is rough,

Without him guiding my way, it feels everything is being taken away

Life seems difficult,

Not today, tomorrow but ever for years to from today.