A rendezvous with time

Genre: Fantasy/self-motivation/drama

27th Dec. 2007
It was a tiring day.There were 3 companies that visited the institute that day for placements.No suprise that i didn't get through any of them.This was the typical scenario in the campus since the first day of the placement season.Unless there is some company visiting that day,the already shortened typical winter day in guwahati seems further shortened by our deep slumbers.Only two things were discussed among the people as if there is nothing else at all in their lives,whether it is at dinner time at tandoori point or while sipping a tea at rubel ..it would be either about higher studies or placements.Something in all of us suddenly wants us to decide what to do next.This idea of urgency to decide the whole future and the mundane discussions were really disgusting,especially for someone like me who hasn't got an offer yet.The disgust and despair was growing day by day and no wonder that it seemed to increase ten-fold this day.My condition was perefctly fit to trigger another deep sleep.
I suddenly felt myself sitting in a corner of a dark room.I could hear people shouting all around in my mind but i was sure that no one was around me and somehow i couldn't make out even a word of wat they are talking.Slowly the voices faded away.I slowly heard footsteps growing in intensity through the silence.Soon an old man appeared in the scene.I could see my immediate surroundings with the brilliance of the man.He was very much like Gandalf when he returns back in LOTR-II,except that he didnt own the awesome horse and the magical wand!!There was all the calmness of the world in his face and the smile on his face could erase all the sorrow in this world.Yet the most attracting thing in him was his golden armour studded with some of the world's finest diamonds.Just the sight could have brought me into best of my spirits but i keep trying to convince myself that i m very depressed and i shouldn't try to be otherwise.The old man moved closer to me.
Old man : "what is the matter my boy,why are you so sad?"
a moment of pause and the question repeated.
me : "Firstly tell me who are you and why you are here"
Old man :(chuckles) "you will eventually know everything.First tell me why are sad"
me: "Before i tell you anything,please tell me how could you maintain such calmness in your personality"
Old man : (the smile on his face getting more vibrant than ever) " This is what i have learnt from my whole life and from my ancestors.The diamonds you see in my armour are the souls of my ancestors "
me: " i dont actually believe you.You must be having no problems at all in your life.or else how could you be so happy"
Old man: " My boy believe me,there is no life without problems in this world.atleast me and my ancestors had never seen anyone without problems.I had been to places far and wide in my lifetime,across oceans and continents,met a variety of people but still couldn't find anyone without problems in his life"
He continued, "The only way to overcome problems is to get above it,be calm and happy and think for a solution and if u cant find one,still be happy,try to njoy the hardships with a smile on your face.that would definitely end a problem"
me : " are you successful in life? "
Old man: "Being successful depends on how you define success.I believe that as long as you enjoy your life and are satisfied, you are successful.Being satisfied doesn't mean that you need you should stop aiming and working for it but with all your hardwork you can achieve success.I can say this with authenticity because i did it many a time in my lifetime and achieved success"
me: "what do you think are your greatest...(pause)"( I suddenly realised that i was really getting into a interviewing mode and restrained myself.Shit!! these placements had a really bad effect on me.
me: " well,I....(pause).. I somehow feel that i know you very well.I feel that you are the closest friend of mine, much more closer,even than my parents.I never felt so before.its rather a strange feeling.do u have any idea of y m i feeling so"
There was a silence again.My mind was wavering and wondering wildly why this could be.
Old man: " well my boy,you are my destiny"
There couldn't be a bigger shock to me in my whole life.initially i cudn't believe my eyes,now i m not even able to believe my rest of the senses.
me: " Sir, are you kidding with me.please tell me who you are and why you are here"
Old man: " Don't you really know me.I ve always been with you.yes i mean always. I record every single moment of your life. i keep on moving and take you along.This is why you feel so.But you could never catch me because between the moment you feel me and try to catch me, i move into another moment."
He continued ignoring my bamboozled looks," I m none but the result of your personality and your deeds,so are my ancestors who are monitoring you right from your birth"
"well, i m here gift you with my son...." even before he completed his words,the old man handed me a beautiful baby.
" i ve done my job.I have placed your destiny in your hands.this baby has all the qualities and wisdom of me and my ancestors.Now,its up to you how you shape him further."
The old man removed his armour and placed it on the baby's chest.He said,"My son, i wish a very happy and wonderful new year" and disappeared into thin air.Soon enough, i could see a new diamond along with this others on the armour and this diamond was shining more brightly than others.Dumbstruck by the series of events, i took a look into the baby's face.The baby was nothing but a miniature of the old man who just disappeared.The same calmness in his eyes and the same vibrant smile on his face.What could have been a greater shock in my life.Who is this old man and what the hell i need to do with this baby.
Before i could do anything further, i heard a series of explosions and i suddenly found myself on my cozy bed.I realised that my friend was banging the door.well he had a reason to [:)] . I had an interview on that day.I felt more confident than ever before.I did the interview unusually well and well, this time the nature's shot was off the target.I got placed.Hurray!! atleast an end to the never ending discussions about them.The old man has impressed me so much but i still couldn't figure out what actually he was.well, who cares,i m happy now and its just another dream and i dont really need to chase my dreams. :P
I wish one and all a wonderful new year 2008.

One night in Aachen!!---- part II

Apology: I apologize to all the frequent readers of my blog(i hardly hope anyone actually does ) for delaying this much awaited write-up.

Note: As usual, this blog contains some disturbing elements, especially to the parental community.Reader discretion is recommended.If you are below 18 or above 25 please skip this blog.

...We three ran into a eternal silence, i could clearly hear the furious heart poundings of my friends.Soon the silence was broken as we entered a huge hall filled with marlboro puffs. The disco lighting blinded our already lust-blinded eyes. Now , wat the fcuk is this!!Splash!!! my feeling at that sight could be best described by the ruthless splashing of water on a piece of iron at white-hot temperature.i could see nothing except a few stalls with some shitty sex-business. ponro cd's and dvds, unusual and disgusting toys, tatooing...every possible thing that could upside down our expectations.Like a pheonix rising from ashes, my anger rose from the agony i was facing.I slowly realised that the 'gentleman' outside was closely feautred to one of my profs,Mr.Venugopal Pappuluri(name changed to hide the identity) and i felt like hanging him upside down and lower into a pool slithering snakes. My friend,pulled up a bit of composure and inquired in one of the stalls.To our suprise, we weren't cheated.There was a big door in a corner of the room leading to the main hall.I was so happy that i failed to realise that the 'gentleman' was notat all similar to my prof, he was a gentleman again[:)] . And then, the REAL thing.This is wat all our post-teenager eyes waited for so long. There were smaller compartments in this hall. We entered one of the compartments, American Table dance, hardly knowing anything about it.i couldnt believe my eyes, an adreline rush of......i donno wat it was but definitely something rushed back in my spine.Two naked babes, dancing with poles, as if tender creeper creeping along a wall and the shine on the dew condensing on it with the first light of the day.After some intial moments of excitement and thrill, it was growing mundane. Then we moved into the stripping section(sorry,my vocab is much influenced by chemical engg. that too at a wrong place..actually it was strip tease). There were few more of such compartments which i avoid mentioning.We moved from one to another, our excitement dropping exponentially.A hour passed on without our notice, then 2, 3 4.....mundane was turning into disgust.What the hell is going on here??!!!!!
First time in my life, i felt disgusted with myself..what was i doing?? my mind was totally blank.No sense of mine was supporting my act.every cell in my body was filled with extreme guilt.A guilt that developed out of the way we brought up, the culture we were nourished in and the philosophies of life we follow.I looked back...and was astonished by the thought of where i started 5 hours ago and where i ended at the end of it.I resolved at that moment that i wud kill the devil which sprouted and was growing up so rapidly in me. I couldnt find me myself in front of me in which case i wud have ruthlessly beheaded him(me).With a heavy heart and a deep regret, i moved out.The red-haired babe sitting right outside the entrance,in person, couldnt anymore excite me.I walked down the road into oblivion.My mind was hardly preapred to think of the way to my home.My legs couldnt bear the weight of my heavy heart and i sat down on a bench and soon after I perished into a deep slumber. Next morning,I was woke up by a passer-by and was back to life again.I felt as if i m just re-born after a tragic end of my previous life. I strode my way back to home happily pretending to forget my previous life.
And there ends my most memorable night in aachen.
PS: I thank the readers for patiently reading till the end(hopefully). I sincerely convey that i m not a budding erotic writer nor intend to be one but i wanted to share my learning experience in a truely sensible way.I thought this was a better way to advice my juniors to avoid the agony i ve been through.Thank u :)

One night in Aachen!!---part I

Note: The following article consists of adult stuff and reader discretion is needed.If you are below 18 or above 25 ,please skip this blog.



During the last summer, i did my internship at RWTH university ,aachen,germany.Aachen is a beautiful town located in the heart of europe bordering netherlands and belgium.This was the first time I was abroad and the exotic environment filled me with enthusiasm and a bit of nervousness.(Un)luckily, one of my classmate wasn't far from my place( I avoid discussing the 'Un' part).It was a matter of just a week for me to adjust to this new world and find 2 more souls ,who too came there for an internship.(Oops!! I forgot that i even worked a bit during my intern).Soon i got used to looking at sizzling hot blondes(Though i hate the weird hairstyles of the darker community) and the usual 'danke' and 'bitte' ( i seldom believe if they really meant it!!), the unusual food habits and the wonderful weekend gala. But i ,along with my other mates were definitely expecting something MORE. and we didnt expect anything impossible. My happiness knew no bounds when i saw the posters all over the city of a voluptuous red-haired babe posing erotically. There was something written on it in german(but the message was straight!! :P) , I could only conclude 2 things from it. KREFELDER STRASSE, 07/06/07-09/06/07.i wrote down the german words as it is and later translated it just to read 'erotic exhibition' on the computer screen." Phew!! still 20 days,3 hours ,45 minutes left for this grand event" I thought.Everyday ,at every corner, i cherished a look at the poster and consoled the babe on the poster to wait just for few more days.Four of was planned that we would visit the place all the three days and were just waiting for the moment.Finally the D-day arrived. It was a part of the long weekend and we were not at all sorry that we could not use this long weekend for touring some nice place.In the meantime, 'un'fortunately i had a serious fight with my classmate who was along with me and he missed out this much awaited day or rather NIGHT.( I again avoid the 'un' part). we have never been to krefelder strasse before but we could easily trace it on the well scripted city map. The only thing we didnt realise was that it wasnt a particular place but a 5 km long street.With a strong desire and confidence of finding it we set off.finally ,without screwing the plan(not yet!!) much we reached the destination at around 9 pm. A pitch black chick in black bikni was sitting at the entrance( well i still doubt if it was a shadow of someone or really someone was sitting there) and the receptionist ,a well dressed gentleman,supposedly an englishman, welcomed us with a grin."hello,whats there inside??" I said ,longing to hear something very hot.It seemed the man was just waiting for these words.He explained all the hot stuff inside in great detail.The only thing we didnt like in his speech was the last sentence in which he mentioned the price.It was 20 euros!!(Omg,this is too much).we three looked at each others faces. Each of us were thinking the same..but the there was a spark of determination in evryone's eye.Seeing our dismal yet determined faces, the gentleman(now u realise y i called him gentleman :D) offered a STUDENT discount of 5 euros on each ticket.(Bingo!! first time in my life i found the real worth of being a student ) .bang! 45 euros on the table exchanged it for 3 tickets and 3 cigar lighters as a souvenir.This is the moment we were waiting for.I was feeling at the top of the world.The radiance from our faces disturbed the sexy lighting of the scenario and i seriously felt that this could be the major cause of the global warming!! how can evnironmentalists all over the world forget such hot stuff[:P].( yeah yeah i know ,this is a bit overboard) The entrance was no way less than our expectations ,the surrounding walls filled with similar posters as i saw before but i felt a bit low when i couldnt find my favorite poster,the red-headed one among them.Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!

Continued in the next part.......:D
PS: Now i realise the psychic happiness of the serial makers when they stop something so thrilling suddenly.well i had to.:P

Cricket Reloaded

Aaha, what a fortnight it was!! No wonder i felt that i m witnessing a revolution in the cricketing world.A new dimension of watching this wonderful game, in its shortest version,presenting you the twenty20 format.(Oops!! probably im too late with the introduction).Initially, I thought that this form of game is nothing more than a "slogthon" and intentionally designed to morally,physically humiliate the bowlers and to satiate the psychic happiness of the wild hitters,so called "specialists".And i was pretty happy to see my perception supported by the skytouching biggies by gayle and gibbs in the first game and i really pitied the bowlers,even legends like pollock were taken for a toll .But this "G" factor did not rule the tournment,as we see.There was some special bowling skills developed soon before many people even realised it. Well directed fulltosses, slow balls,yorkers,short balls,intentional awry line ...this isn't common,becoz it was all happening fast and all in a single over!! And this yeilded results.well, i must say that this made the game interesting.In no time people realised that running for runs and building partnerships wasnt anymore ruled out for this form of the game.The sooner the teams realised it, the longer they stayed in the tournment.The high-wire tension this game produces incredible entertainment and attracted huge investments as advertisements.Being from a nation where cricket is more than a game, a religion ,what can one expect more than this, must mention the two memorable india-pak matche"s"(luckily two!! :) Thanks to the "bowl-out",a new jargon in cricket) in this regard.Well, I must say that team india did stand out of other teams and did not get away with the inexperienced team,instead came out in flying colors with a cup filled with experience and immense joy to drench the thirst of the nation struggling since last quarter of a centuary to held one such thing.congo team india, u made us proud.
This "revolution" did not end with this victory.Somehow indians are too obsessed with this form of the game.Result: ICL and IPL.well ,well!! surely a leap in cricket.Imagine,after a year or so, brian wud b playing along with dada in kolkata,while boucher keeps wickets in bingaz bowling.This surely sounds manchester united or barca.Exciting!! Aaha, no, it doesnt end here.Soon there will be a survival test for the ODI's and the already endangered "tests", which is considered by many analysts as the "real" cricket.There is already a substansiate amount of debate on this topic but it doesnt seem to last long with the triumph of twenty20.This shouldn't happen,we are not gonna miss the fun and memories of laxman standing out and fighting hard to win a test match from a follow-on or anil sweeping up a whole team single handedly to send the visitors with gruelling defeat or the famous "ashes".Hope a mutual existence of all the forms of game,a unique game which supports different versions with a common base,sounds fantastic and equally unrealistic.Only time can determine where this huge "leap" lands up.Long Live Cricket!!

I am your's

I feel for u,
when u r not in a mood,
and there's noone too good
when u r badly hurt,
and there's noone for ur support

I will stand by u,
when no one can understand,
and u r left as an isolated strand,
when u r completely lost,
regretting the dark side of the past.

I will fight for u,
when u lose all the hope,
and it becomes difficult to cope.
when the hunters are on the prowl,
and u r the endangered soul.

I live for u,with u,
till the dusk in my life sets in,
I will wait till then,
to tell the untold,
" Oh my Dear!! I m ur soul."

My Plight

It was a lazy morning.The sun was on a holiday in the close cover of the dark clouds for almost a week now.While the dawn marked a relief for a few deeply involved in the technical festival over the last weekend, many lethargic souls like me were indifferent towards the most happening things in our campus.Cursing the whole administration for scheduling classes in the early hours of the day, I started walking towards the NAC.There was the unusual chill in the air or probably i felt so coz this was the first time i am attending since the last monday.As always i cherished the past when i passed besides the school in our campus, relishing upon the nostalgic days,i waded my way through my dreams into classroom.I tried hard to escape the stern look of my professor who was already bamboozled to find just one student apart from me and that too 10 minutes after the start of the class.To add to his dismal, i found myself a comfortable last bench trying to hide myself behind the only other soul present in the class. Some of my classmates followed in the next half of the class.Soon i was into where I stopped at...Day dreaming.. this has become a hobby for me in the recent past. Things seem better when I close my eyes and allow my brain to explore the unexplored world of fantasy. This is a typical routine in my life these days where i forget where i started my day and where i m lost in the middle of the day only to realise in the night that i did nothing other than playing for a couple of hours and hanging out with my friends and of course day dreaming.
Every Hero needs a saviour in such a situation, I m not an exception!!

Just For You

(Dont look for rhyming as my feelings are too wild and sweet(weird combo...so am I!!) for it)



I love the way u look at me,
Your eyes bright with a silver lining across,
Always sending chills down my spine,
I love the way u laugh,
making me wonder ' who said the pearls of hyd are the most beautiful?'
I love the way u scold me,
the innocense of a child,
the possesion hidden in the words
I love the way u wait for a reply,
after messaging me,
cursing the network and following it with missed calls
I love the way u miss me,
your brain and heart fighting each other for a mutual existence
I love the way u blush when u hear a compliment,
your cheeks red
and an insatiable hunger for more of those
I love the way u make me so happy
And the ways u show u care.
I love that u are with me
And glad that u r mine
I love the way u feel
that im flirting with u in ur subconscious mind
trying hard to prove urself that i m not
I love the way
u read this again and again
just to see the reflections of your feelings in my words
I love u for watever u are
after all i exactly donno,
rather any language other than 'love' is insufficient to express wat i like in u"

where to start??

There are many ways of expressing oneself.Finally, i realise that there cant be a better way than talking to myself.Hmm yes I ve found a platform to spill out things that always keep running in my subconcious mind.lets get started.