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Central Perk KGP

2005-03-25T04:25:00.001+05:30

6:34 PM 3/24/2005

I have lived life anonymously and apart from the salvation
bla bla, I really thought of world as an escape route. But
something has changed lately. I have friends and we
have our own escape route the Central Perk, Harrys.
After each class, Harrys is a place we can be traced to.
Occassionally we defect to other escapes.

Life is a variation and we do believe in it. We try a variety
of conveyance to the eating less chatting more restaurant. Be
it Bicycles, Bikes or the favourite two legged journey,
everyone makes sure to reach there. And somebody surely
knows how many jokes have been made on that road walking.
Even the Compu Dep looks dwarfed by the great road and
the great service it provides to the pedestrians who walk on
it to reach Harrys.

Topics of discussion range from Nightouts to Assignments,
to Proffesors and Bandis. Tea is a commonity with Egg Chow and
Onion Masala Dosa or Pyazi and Samose + Meetha. Harrys
provides a very congenial environ below the tree canopies to
eat less and chat more. And often we meet the department seniors
having their own share of time with us there. We believe in
variety. Harrys is an excellent place to be satisfied with variations.
Like almost every restaurant in Kgp, Harrys works cohesively
with another restaurant Chillies. Kgp is filled with a twin
restaurant concept. Vegies+Eggies, Sahara+Dreamland. Chillies
serves better food options with Bread Bhujia, Maggi,
Egg Pakoda and Uthapam. ..Fact.. Egg is the most consumed
edible in IIT Kharagpur.

But like the temporal concept of nature, our Central Perk
gets shift during off hours. We have a night hangout, Chhedis.
Chhedis is a typical place I had heard stories of before coming
to IIT. Located outside the campus, it is no more than a
dhaba, even lesser. But the kind of respect and belongingness
it generates in an IITian is enormous. Famous for its Tinku,
though personally I don't like it which is essentially an egg
burger, it again has a major seating outside. Open almost
throughout, it closes only in night for about three hours.
While having nightouts, we travel far to reach there. But
eating Egg Maggi during nights is the most satisfying
experience in my life.

Popularity ratings of a restaurant here is decided by the
open air service with less-eating-more-chatting facility.
Both these hangouts excel in this regard. Chhedis gets an
edge due to ruggedness it provides with the
anytime-no-worry facility which it provides to the
hungry souls.

Pics .:The Salvation Trip:. 23/03/2005

2005-03-25T01:31:00.001+05:30

[ In the Taxi ]
The journey to Nirvana was very conversatory.
Sachin was sleeping.

[ At the sunrise ]
Silhouetted against the morning sky, we waited for the
first touch of water.

[ Dying to get into the ocean, waiting for a photograph ]
As we reached there, it was chill in the morning air.
Waiting for morning tea, we also took some time out for snaps.

[ Immu ]
Immu waited for us to come out of water

[ Sunbathing ]
After floating in water and doing all kinds of somersaults
we took times to let the sun appreciate our bodies + souls

[ Vella busy on beach ]
When doing nothing, we usually eat. And we started
drinking coconut water here, when the ideas of snappits came

[ Rising from the burial ]
Almost a buried man, I was left at the mercy of my buddies
to dug me up.

[ In the dreaded woodlands ]
This woodland is the mother of all googles.

[ Weary Eyes Aashu]
Return journey made everyone weary and
sleepy. Sachin was thankful.

The Salvation Trip

2005-03-23T22:33:00.001+05:30

9:31 PM 3/21/2005

It all started with a mantra. Work hard, play harder,
party hardest. Working nightouts throughout the week,
our souls yearned for a break from this world. And
with a genuine selfish interest, seven people came
together to leave this land into the ocean. We were
to realise that the end was only a three hour drive.
In short, a trip to Digha was planned.

As with every noble cause, all the dark forces
turned against us. The means to attain nirvana was
unfortunately unavailable. While we were sitting
in Vegies pondering about some very important things
over cups and cups of tea, Sachin was trying to
arrange for a taxi. Who knew he was going to be
elected president next day? Thank you President.
And there he was. The smile said it all. We had a
taxi and we needed money and people to go.

In this act of faith, many sacrifices were to be
made. Shakie left his Hall GC, Nari and Hasita
left their sleep behind, I, Aashish, Immu and Sachin
left our rooms behind. Suddenly in an hour, we
left on a Salvation trip. As with everything we do,
there was food to start with. We ate chatting light talk.
And then a very old game started.

Although having no points, it was a game where one
thinks thrice before saying anything. And all that
is told is truth. No one wins, everybody loses.
But its for the greater good. One by one everybody
was asked questions which they had to answer in
religious truthfulness. Sachin was thinking, 'Kya
bakwaas hai. Let me sleep.'

There were confessions, fights, appraisals. But
there was one commonity. Almost everybody knew
what anyone was going to speak although he spoke
it for the first time. The details of the round
has been secretly withheld for privacy. Even not
quenched by this game, another round started.
People started inviting suggestions for
improvisation in themselves. And this got into a
mudfight with people not in the conversation
also being churned into. Sachin was still thinking.

We reached Digha just at sunrise and drank cups
of tea to get into the mood. After a few photographs,
we ran to the beach. The waves rolled at us and we
played till our bodies repelled in agony. The water
seemed to drain energy out of our souls and then left
for the sun to fill warmth. All of us lost our energy.
Shakie lost his spectacles and Nari somehow lost his
slippers. We cleaned and bathed in fresh water.
Vacuum. Nothing to do, we did what we always do.
Eating.

After eating, we headed for a dreaded beach in
sultry salt laden winds. Braving the winds we
headed towards a woodland. My passion for
photography brought me and Shakie back to the
van for getting the cameras. We strenuously
came back a mile and then went a mile clicking
several pics. Not finding anyone else and anything
else to do, we stayed in van chatting light talk.
After about half an hour, we felt first signs of
recognizable life coming towards the van. Aashish
was coming and along with him came a story.
The great search.

While they were resting in the woodlands, Sachin
and Hasita braved their way to the beach only
to realize that no one would recognize their bravery.
When the rest stood up to return, they were startled
to find themselves alone in the fearful jungle.
The brave ones were gone. Thus the great search began.
After Kilometres of googling aimlessly, they were angry
only to find that the brave ones were infact much behind.
Anger and relief fought with each other to maintain its
emotional identity. And this brought back memoirs of
Adventures of the Brave Ones in Bangalore. As everyone
returned to the van, we headed back to Kgp with talks
of the Brave ones. Sachin was thinking, 'Kya Bakwaas hai,
Why dont you people sleep?'.

And we slept. The salvation trip was over.

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2005-03-23T22:25:00.001+05:30

3:09 AM 3/19/2005
People say Sunday is better, Monday is manic. I say Hallday is the best.Why doesn't it come every week? But then it has its charm because it comes once. I don't think I have lived any better than this. The smiles I see today relives my heart with all the fear I had of not giving my buddies the satisfaction.

People say you need oxygen to live, you need food to live. I say you need friends to live. When I write this, I write in pride not of me but of all my friends who ensure that I don't need a girlfriend or rather give me support to live. I would have died much earlier.

Life is too short to be pissed off all the time. Hate is a baggage. I don't think
I will ever forget these lines.

There are no ends to a white man's design. One has to sweat hard and make his collar dark. It is not the first time I realise that designing is thinking. And thinking is tough. And tough takes time. One should really know why he is drawing a line on a sheet. Because an architect's line can be a 16 storey high wall. Maybe.

10:26 AM 3/13/2005

STATISTICS

It says

My Friends (129).
106 Scraps.
19 Fans.
4474941 connections.

80% Smiley. 70% Icecube. 60% Heart.

I wondered why as a child I was attracted to watching Cricket though I never played it. And when I have lost interest in it, I have come to know the truth.

Statistics. The human mind is an intelligent box and Statistics quenches its in-thirst. And there is an additional in-advantage. Being quantitative, it is open to comparisions. The quantitative spirit kept alive by games like cricket was also explored in an active gaming stint by ESPN. There was a game Super Selector
of making personalised teams which garnered points as the teammates performed in the international circuit. And although a few won in this widely popular event, I think most of them played for their own pleasure. The pleasure of keeping up with statistics.

Why have we tried so much to put a grading system to evaluation and failed? Because, our mind doesn't accept the world without statistics where quantitative comparisions are not possible. We like to live in a world of numbers. I also feel another strange thing though. These statistics have their own life of interest.
They lose their charm after their life cycles.

Orkut is a popular idea because of the interest it generates in statistics when one joins. People keep on adding new friends, making new friends, adding (s)craps. And till one loses interest, it does enough to keep connected. Statistics can be a powerful marketing strategy tool apart from the curses managers give to
the statisticians.

And who is not interested in vital statistics? Though they also lose their charm after their life cycle.

Happy Counting.

1:07 AM 3/9/2005
Once you get out of shell it is a different world. No problem. You live in wild and enjoy. No problem. You get used to the wildness around. No Problem. But with this transition from Novice to Expert, you develop a it-cant-happen-to-me syndrome. Once I was a little kid in my own small world. But as I tasted things, touched, my world grew and wilderness crept in. I never felt it but I generated a it-cant-happen-to-me syndrome. And then one day my growing world blew off like a balloon. And all which was left was a smaller world suffocating me. And there are moments one does not have an alternative.

Do I have an alternative? When was the last time I thought I was living? I dont remember. When was the last time I thought I was dead? I remember. And thats more important to me now. Remembering the day I died. When I live, I am more human to think about living. So I dont think about it. When I die, it strikes me that I was living till now.

People say I am krazie. Oh yes. People say a lot of things. They scream, they shout, they yell, they chatter, they whisper. What if they say I am krazie?

6:06 PM 3/7/2005

Oh I love this.

I probably wept after.. Dont remember how much time. But it has been years. Life was so smooth for me, I never knew it could turn bumpy. And god knows. When I will lie on bed tonight, I will remember all the moments I have wept in life. But those very moments are holding me now. Are they smpathizing with me. Probably. Probably I don't need their support and so I smile. And It would be unfair to me if I dont laugh. Because it is the time to laugh on me. I will remember this day as a point in my life I turned. Which way is still to decide. The only thing I can assure me is that I will not be the same. Probably. I have always written in glory. For the first time, I am writing in remorse but I feel proud. God is great and so is UKB. And the good thing is I am not frustrated.
I dont think it is life as we know it. And I will know it never.

Oh I love this.

11:28 PM 3/1/2005

Song Woh mera _________ meri ________ mujhe lauta do
Status Wherez punctuality?
Color Red
Object Sandclock

Chatting on a messenger with proxies is like talking to a dumb phone which asks the questions u hv answered to in the last msg. I never knew on a local train, people are not that local. They are more different. One can look to them so closely that they look different. When looking on a crowd from distant, they seem so local, they seem so common. But in a local train, they seem so distinguished. But one common character. Disinterest. Indifference. Period.

1:21 AM 2/23/2005

Shisha shisha ho gaya, har dil yahan par toot kar,
Fevicol ki zaroorat hai, barobar barobar

Mit gayi rahein tamam , manzile –jafa ko hasil kar.
kuch ek lakeerein reh gayin, accha nahin tha eraser

Us dil ko tanha kar diya, kisi ne dil hi todkar.
gham toh is baat ka hai ki
doosre ke bill se khareedi gayi mere pyaar ko chhorkar

Zindagi ne ashk apne, khusboon mein guma diye,
jab lost and found mein report likhaayi toh mallu ke paas mile

Har who daman, jo hai mahka, ashk se hai tar-batar.
Ashk ke mahek ki kya bisaat Jovan Musk ho saath agar

Sab ke hi dil, ab nadil hai, sab jeena chahte hain bhulkar.
kyun jeena chahenge bhala bhul kar
kyunki mushkil hoga jeena, bhul ho gayi agar

Hum thahre par ik kashti par, kaise badle apna samandar.
badalne ki koshish na karen ghalib, aane wala hai bawandar

when the going gets tough, the tough gets going....
me going home....

6:40 PM 2/22/2005

Is it freedom
or rather freakdom
this world rusted with.
But it seems
She did enjoy
the red colour of rust.
Girl, Interrupted.

Are you Interrupted?
Sorry for the Interruption.

1:16 AM 2/22/2005

Door dikhaai parte hain,
manzil ke aashiyaan
Ek shaam dhalne ka intezaar
aakhir kya kar paayega
Kya parajay sweekar nahin
Is swabhimaani manav ko
haar kar bhi
jeet ki bhaasha nahin jaanta

Ek woh the jo
haar mein bhi jeet ke geet gaya karte the

1:04 AM 2/22/2005
.:o Morphogenesis of Forms o:.

Form is an envelope around the functions it stores and affects. The Genesis of Forms can only be realised through functions.

Functions
I never doubt em
Coz they don't come by themselves
shouting and screaming
in pain.
And they are.

Tortured by Architects
Mishandled by Programmers
they have their own stories to tell.

Do they need attention?
Yes. Do they want?
No. Thus the problem.

4:35 PM 2/21/2005
To be is difficult, not to be is still more. To be an addict may be related to Addiction. Period. Is To Pretend related to PreTension? It is a time in my life when the idea of pretending is offensive to my own self. Not Understandable. This is the philosophy of gamut of life. People pretend to live in a different shell than their self, that has so many reflection maps on its surface, u can never know what lies beneath.

12:43 AM 2/22/2005
Bulbs. They can give light or they can give food. But a slight altered version Blib can also control fluid or rather a Bachelor Course in Library Science. B.U.L.B.S. Before U Light, it Burns Superb. After that, no one knows. Fuses. Having Few Uses.

1:28 AM 2/15/05
Valentines O Valentines
Why dont I fall in love?
Coz love is not a ditch
but Amos Perros (Lovez bitch)!!

To be loved is not strange.. rather to love is strange. Is Love a feeling or rather a feel in. Whatever it may be, presently
it has got more a meaning feel out. Correctly said, it can lead to a fall out. And Love is divine. Ah yes, for some people,
love is not d wine but wine is d love.

5:09 PM 12/20/04

Things are pretty curvy here. If I like it straight, Do I deserve it? My mind is a Shawshank, I have to find a tunnel to freedom from inside of my prison.

Shawshank Redemption was a pretty decent movie. The sequence of Brooks' life after his release from Prison was made just too good. Prison is a home to him. World feels like an alley of confusion that tortures him day and night. Yes, Brooks was here and so was Red. The Statistics: It takes 16 years and 500 yards of shit to freedom.

The semester has been tough and tiring and lonesome. With others it wouldn't had been that difficult for a lazy person like me. Spring semester is always fine with the celebrations of spring.

All but its true
what I do is not what I want to do
Sometimes.

I have grown rugged
things don't flow smooth on me.
It causes turbulence
Sometimes.

Shapes of future taunt me
I revert to make rough lines in sand.
A wave gently rolls making it smooth
Sometimes.