The Obscure Mind...

Viola! U’re here? I’m here too…

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Wed, 19 Jan 2011 08:50:00 +0000

Its been long… No! Not the time since I thought of Riviera, trust me, that’s the only thing that runs through my mind nowadays… its just been long since I wrote something. (Yes…I do write! If u don’t trust me, click here :P).

‘That something could be anything…,’ my teacher used to say in school while giving comprehension exercises. How badly I wish I had done them properly that time, I wouldn’t be fiddling with ‘Hinglish’ and not raping English now. But anyways… lets talk about Riviera, the raison-de-etre of myself being here…

‘Yoooou’re aaan awful writer! Why not jaain d edito-ri-al team?,’ my friend had jested in full flavour a few months back. Not that it went down my throat well, emulsified with the ice-cream that I was holding in my hand that time, it did made me feel awful for the rest of the team who were about to bear the patience from then…

Since then, I’m a member, an ‘important’ one, as @headedchief might feel someday :D. Till then, I’m just a prick (who would puncture you if u call me one! :-@)

P.S: Since you asked me why I joined the editorial…A sincere attempt to explain my reason for being here…! Why? U didn’t want it…then don’t read it! J

A Letter to French President Nicholas Sarkozy…

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Mon, 06 Dec 2010 12:48:00 +0000

Dear ‘Mr.’ Sarkozy…

It’s always a moment of ultimate pleasure and glee to get a chance to talk to someone who has been more a celeb than a president in history, especially when it is due to his genetical tastes (read as eye-candying and women-ogling) and varied sexuality as you must have already observed I titled Mr. in quotes before (in case u haven’t seen the Facebook Group that says you’re a Gay, click here: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=19365983296)

So, you must be wondering, what’s the deal about?

You’re the president of a great nation France (where wearing clothes is a sin :D), I’m a mere citizen of India (who has a virtual president whose name too my room-mate has forgotten :P). You can come to my country as and when you like to have an all Manmohan-sponsored honeymoon with Carla, I can only dream about French ladies (read as prostitutes) in my dreams, before the cops run all over them!

But let’s keep the rivalry aside (as you must be quite embarrassed already), I’m not writing this to quote the contrast and tell to how poor nation I belong and bad I feel when Manmohan would be treating you to exclusive five-star exotic brunch while half of my county’s population is dying out of starvation.

Here a few things that represent the thoughts of the intellectual Indians and their endeavours in trying helping you:

1> Lets say, this whole idea of you coming down to India, all dressed in Black from shoulder (your hair have greyed, remember??? :D) to toe, is completely absurd. Don’t you realise its Indian Diplomats luring that no-good Manmohan to procure that UNSC seat’s support from you. Trust me, you won’t get that N-liability which you’re asking in return from long, Indians amazingly turn from Punjabis to Biharis in a second, you won’t be able to digest the transition, trust me!

2> I believe, by the time you would be reading this, you would be already here (duffer! My whole point 1 gone in vain coz of you!!! #stupid). Now since you would be coming here, you’ll surely give in to some of our demands (like a few rockets to moon and unseen stars which ISRO would claim to be the cheapest ‘indigenous’ flights! :D). Now, the point is, what would you take in return?

Tell me, what do you expect… Umm…thinking?

I tell you, you would get A.Raja and Suresh Kalmadi.

(coz you rejected our before proposals of Mayawati/Mulayam Singh/ Lalu Prasad Yadav-Rabree sweet combo :P)

Wait…where are you running to? Arey…look, its better if I tell you this before Manmohan does, seeking revenge for you staring at his wife na (Don’t deny, we all know you would… :D Its ok…everyone does, I mean the lunatics :P Who stares at a 60+ lady idiot!)

BTW, Kalmadi and Raja would rock in your administration, you’ve plenty to give, they have never-ending hunger to take, mutual understanding you see… lol :D I won’t doubt, TOI/Hindu would get chance to leave #BarkhaDutt and publish the hottest news then: “Kalmadi and Raja in a joint venture bought the Swiss Bank!!!”

3> Finally, its about you not listening to me and I’m getting boils in my head over writing in vain. So lets cut to the chase…

Look, we don’t have problem seeing Carla and you together, Indians are born with the ability to see their beloved in somebody’s else arms. Yet you would only cause testosterone surges in India. Mind it, if something happens in PM’s house, don’t come to me then complaining that ‘You didn’t tell me…’ shit!!!

I mean, c’mon yaar, even you know people would give their eyes-and-ears to Carla, some for her sexy legs, other for her name’s resemblance to half-a-nation pet’s: Bruno…yet you don’t seem to understand!

Just think, won’t Manmohan sneak-in a chance to ogle at Carla when you would be busy staring at her wife and house staff (a.k.a. Bai…) Learn something from him. Does he take Ms Kaur (his wife) to any of the countries to his visit, another reason why Sardar rocks and you’re dumb (don’t include Obama in this list, he’s well aware Michelle is no way pretty to be even given a distant look :D)!!!...

Hope you take this letter in good spirit and bury all your hopes and desires of coming to India…but since you would be, you would get lots of proofs why you’re still the French president and not that of America. It would be fun watching how less media-person follows you, because even they are biased like the public! You neither have a Air Force One nor a swarm of Secret Service Agents surrounding you, so be careful…

In your interest… and definitely not Thanking You…

Yours Well-wisher,

‘An open Indian’

P.S. : As we were told, you would be visiting Taj Mahal, lemme tell you, this is India…plz don’t get cozy with Carla there as it is in your name: SirCozy !!! Bill Clinton and Musharraf have already tried and repented.

The Desperate Manali… - Part I

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Mon, 22 Nov 2010 08:46:00 +0000

It all started with the parole my parents just seemed to have forgotten a bout. In years, I was allowed first time to visit a place I so ever dreamt of being to… MANALI…! Its all over the books, tourist guides, travel shows and even the screaming www, but the real pleasure of real-time viewing is always infinite than the googled 1920X1080 HD Manali, I visited atleast once every month on my desktop!

Bang! I kept my bag in the VOLVO’s luggage compartment and off to the 23 numbered window seat. Was abput to take out my SAMSUNG GALAXY(the latest android if u don’t know) to click pictures before someone could accuse me of being a first time VOLVO traveller when suddenly the God juggled his scorn over me…

A man in his late 50’s, with a pack of MARLBORO in one hand and a burning CIGAR in another sat with a thump besides me!

What d f*ck! Don’t these people distribute seats with any age/likes order. I could have adjusted even with a 30yr old aunty, I thought.

Just then a lady of similar age, dressed in a white transparent(or lucent, whatever :P) saree passed, her dupatta brushing against uncle’s cheeks, her perfume filling both our lungs…I kicked myself mentally for the thought.

‘You want one?’, the oldie asked, moving the cigarette packet towards me.

‘No!’ How could you even ask that to me, you soon of a b*tch!

‘I don’t smoke’, I said.

His unusual taste of cigarettes (Marlboro instead of Wills/4-Square) made me observant that a person of his age and personality often belongs to the ranks of colonells and brigadiers, those who have sexy daughters at home.

‘Oh! Young people like you should…Its really worth it’, he disturbed me from my fantasies with his daughter.

Say that to your sexy b**ch, you asshole!

’Anyways, I would put this off if you like?’, he offered seeing me coughing.

Bastard

‘Hmm…’, I said meekly.

Thankfully, the bus started and he did clung to his ‘promise’ by throwing away the butt which was only left by then…

‘You’re a student?’, the oldie asked me.

‘Yeah’, I said meekly, seeing him puffin his chest as if he was going to thrash me the next moment! I had heard stories about Dads being too conservative about their daughters being stalked over by students. I was waiting for this dad to raise his hand to hit me, I would get under and his hand would hit the window shattering it into pieces, and the conductor would ask him to get out of the bus and this way I would get rid of him, I planned well.

‘I knew it…your spects, haan…’, he chuckled…as if he had just accused ‘Bobby Darling’ of running a sex racket!

I saw no signs of him raising his hand, so I let go off my guard.

‘You guys read a lot nowadays, what’s your age to have specks?’, he continued. With this he gave me a full macroscopic view of his 32-never brushed, mostly crooked and highly plaqued teethes! (In other words, he laughed :P :P)

My mom says its coz. Of my SAMSUNG 3D TV. Asshole u’re…

‘Hmmm…’, I sighed in reply.

He thankfully paused for a few minutes, seemed like I got my lifeline back for sometime:

A seats ahead of us to our left, an ‘eye-candy’ sat with the most unique hair-style I had ever seen!

God isn’t so reckless afterall, I thought.

But the oldie took no time in observing my pouring admiration, from him to somewhere else.

‘How’s she?’, he asked, pointing towards her.

Can’t you see she’s fucking hot! Or is it already time for you to go to some old-age home? I managed to observe he was wearing no glasses, meaning he could see the girl’s assets as clearly as me with the glasses which I just cleaned with my shirt.

‘You didn’t tell…’, he asked again.

‘Huh?’, I opened my mouth as if ignorant of whats going on.

‘Its OK. I know she’s hot’, saying this he winked at me, god knows why!

‘Hmmm…’, I really ‘spoke’ for the first time seeking some friendliness.

‘Want to sit with her?’

Haan ban%^$@#, you’re some Genie na!!! tht u’ll rub ur ass off this seat and she would come flying onto your seat! Asshole…

‘How?’, I still cared to ask. Maybe he had ideas which could have secured him a sexy wife himself. Maybe he could…

He snapped his finger at my face, as if he was some KBC’s co-anchor and move his face towards the girl. I wanted to hold his hand not to but then…it was too late…

‘Priya?’, he uttered.

Probably her name! How does the freaking oldie bastard know! Impossible…he can’t be CIA or MI6…he suited ISI’s profile though…I just hoped the girl would turn and say’Sorry uncle…u’re mistaken!’ and I would laugh to myself.

But I got my answer in mere 8.63 seconds. The girl turned and said:

‘Haan Papa?’, with a glance where I had almost fainted!!!

The Ultimate Break-Up...

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 10:19:00 +0000

Following is an encounter overheard sitting on the Jaipur airport while going home, between a Boyfriend and his girlfriend who seemed to be meeting long after:

EVENTS OCCUR IN REAL TIME

Scene: Travellers in check-out area on airport

Bf: Hi…..

Gf: Hiiiiiiiiiiii…...babbyyy. (Embracing her arms around him in the manner that made every teen male uncomfortable somewhere down)

Bf: How was ur trip?

Gf: Oh! It went great... Our boss was too careful for everyone. U know what! I did a lot of shopping too…

Bf: (Giving a disgusting look…) Wow! So nice…

They shifted from there to some empty sofas kept aside in waiting area. I sincerely followed.

Gf: Don’t worry…most of it is for you.

Bf: What? How? When? (with a sudden rush of excitement)

Gf: hehe…no. I’m kidding.

Bf: Disgusting! Anywyz…how did the project go?

Gf: (landing her head over his shoulder)How do u expect when it was my ex-boyfriend submitting the tender! U know he’s an expert in stuff.

Bf: Ya, I noe… (with clear signs of displeasure)

Gf: And u noe what! He proposed to me for being together again!!!

Bf: (Laughing) Desperate people…Hope u asked him to try somewhere else?

Gf: No, actually I didn’t.

Bf: (Still laughing) So what did u say to him?

Gf: (Becoming serious and speaking softly upon his shoulder) actually…I accepted his proposal )

Bf: (a little uneasy) u noe, I don’t like such jokes na…

Gf: (Moving her head away from him) Baby…u need to understand. I didn’t have an option…

Bf: What option! Stop this and change the topic.

Gf: I did actually spent time with him and couldn’t help but fall for him.

Bf: (unable to speak, fumbles…) Are u serious? B…but, whyyyy?

Gf: Look…I don’t wanna lie. Lets be frank. U neither love me the way he does, nor I’ve a better future with u…So…

Bf: What d fuck??? What future? U noe I love u more than my parents even…!

Gf: But that’s not enough na. U even keep telling me about the gals in your company everyday. U never made me feel special ever…

Bf: Y r u saying so! U’re d most special person in my life, u noe that!

Gf: But, its about showing the person u care…u never did, and he does it well.

By this time, the boy’s eyes were wet and red, if it were not my imagination. But they were definitely not wandering the way they were before to see if someone was eavesdropping…

Bf: (shifting his weight) So what about us?

Gf: (Looking in the direction of some smart guys leaving the terminal) Us? Nothing is like us now…u gotta forget me.

Bf: (Shocked at what he heard…) How could u!!! U can’t do this…I wont let u leave me…

Gf: (Restless) Don’t u understand dumbass? I’ve better options.

Bf: (Must have said bitch in his mind) Don’t do this plz. I would love u even more…

Gf: Ok. So you n me on different roads from now on…don’t ever try to contact me.

Bf: (stopping her in between) u’re such a BITCH!!!

Gf: What d hell! How can u call someone u love a bitch??? I thought you respected me…Now, I’m surely leaving u…

Bf: (Puzzled) Were u not leaving me otherwise?

Gf: (with shining eyes) I was just testing you, but since you called me a bitch, buhbye and good luck, u ASSHOLE!

Bf: Huh?

The girl left for the terminal’s gate with her luggage. The boy kept sitting on the sofa. Seeming the end of the scene, I quietly excused myself from where I was sitting behind them and went in the direction of payphones where I saw the same girl talking over to someone.

Gf: Didn’t I tell you its always easy to break-up?

2^nd gal: But what did u say to him?

Gf: Same that I said to my previous 13 Bfs… ASSHOLE!

Both turned into laughing zombies…

The bitch turned towards me and I don’t know whether it was my imagination or it really happened but I guess, she winked at me! I looked in the direction of his Bf once, um..sorry, EX-bf, where he was still motionless and left the terminal cursing god’s creation…

Spending Time...My Way...Wanna Be It?

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 11:40:00 +0000

Hey! Someone just asked me (2X24X60 minutes before, to be exact), What do I do to spend my time when I’m at home…Perhaps the most difficult question since my IIT exam and I was in need of an answer myself until I became aware of my ingenuity. Ooh…I love myself so much…

I formulated a simple plan, drew some sketches with a HB pencil, and used a whiteboard and a marker.

I googled ‘Spend My Time at home’ twice, ran a search on BING thrice, finally got a hint at Amazon that my possible solution could be a product at EBAY!

The next steps were so obvious…

I opened Facebook and got no results, made a ‘TIMEPASS’ community at Orkut, tweeted ‘Spend Time’ on Twitter and logged out of MySpace, disappointed.

The last thing which came to my mind was to visit a lot of blogs, subscribe to their feed, make a blog myself and ask for comments…

Succumbed to tiredness, I opened my Gmail account before shutting down my computer but my inbox was flooded with some 552 ‘Spend Time with Me’ porn messages and I was notified to have been spammed, spoofed, and phished at the same time!

My whole day went in archieving those mails and clearing my inbox.

P.S: When I narrated my reverie to my same friend, he seemed to have got it. Here, he is going to tell me…

Girl Next Seat - Part 1

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 05:51:00 +0000

She is a student at VIT, just like me. We ‘met’ first in the exam hall; our first Quarter-Sem exam was on the go and a beautiful girl came and sat besides me. Such coincidences don’t occur everyday and I was pretty aware of the fact. Who doesn’t enjoy living in the moments…!

1st Exam continued from beginning to end and we exchanged some mere glances at each other. She was attractive, lot beautiful, sexy in others’ versions but whatever may be the thing, she was good…

And more good was she at talk with her friends. Her voice was sweet. Two days were spent in desperation, me and my room mates making plans of how should the talk begin…and then it took all of my courage to ask her finally on the third day:

‘Which exam are you having today?’, I fumbled between the words. Perhaps she was intelligent enough to make out that if I was really interested in knowing, I could have seen on the book covers people were studying.
‘Discrete Mathematics’, she said with a feeble smile.
‘Computers isn’t it?’, she asked about my exam.
‘Yeah…’, I said thinking of my next question. Perhaps we both knew where I wanted to head the conversation.
‘B.Sc na?’, I asked in an innocent manner. Everyone knew B.Sc was sitting with B.Tech in our exam hall.
‘Yeah’, she nodded. ‘B.Tech?’, she asked.
‘Hmmm…’
Replying to one question, asking other at the same time isn’t so easy. Why couldn’t she understand this thing?
‘Hey! You had a question in computers exam yesterday. Did you attempt the 5th question in paper?’ Finally she spoke, leaving no scopes for me.
‘Yeah…’, I said vaguely. Even if I hadn’t attempted, I would say ‘YES’, who would refuse a chance to impress a girl so beautiful.
The final moments went in making her understand some stupid C programming code and then the nightmare, Examiner entered the hall.
3rd day too gone in vain!
She didn’t sit for the whole exam time so that I could ask about her exam at the end… :P

P.S: While writing the post, I just asked my roomie Arjun if he remembered the 3rd question she asked me.
‘Who is the best looking room mate of yours?’, he replied.
Rest all are laughing out and rolling on the floor…

Maths Exam-Semester 1

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 13:42:00 +0000

Three deadly hours of silence, amidst self-defying theorems, mighty assumptions and nerve-racking formulae… Wow! Maths exam finally came to an end. I’m not good at it, neither want to be. It’s more a hypocrite and less a subject, developed only as an aid to the basic subjects like Physics, Chemistry and Biology. Atleast, this is the way I judge and perceive mathematics, for those who love and respect maths, EXCUSE ME… I lost my maths since I undertook coaching in Kota, the city boasts of the best teachers in the subject. Needless to say, my percentile remains recession-proof and above all the depressions at all times and I’m too far from being guilty about being a maths student somewhere near future.

Happy Learning Maths…

EXAM Time Buddy...

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 22:03:00 +0000

Exams, a necessity, an evil or the need of the system…there can be several definitions. But for students like us it has just one- an unreasonable, unrealistic approach to achieve something too big and too unworthy in perhaps the shortest given period of time. The closest piece of vocabulary perhaps that I could ever think of is …phobia…yes PHOBIA.

But is it really such a phobia?

Some answers I got when I asked some fellow students of ours…

Exams! What’s that? I never heard of it.

You mean the one we gave last year? Is it there this time?

What the f*! I’m not giving any.

Are you freaking? Am I sitting free here?

Exams are just a time waste; imagine, you can read a whole chapter in 3 hours!/

Arey, Our Lab room no. is 420… (Remember 420?)

Who is getting serious man? Just chill!

Me and Ma Life in VIT

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 04:44:00 +0000

Heya Guys!
Had been missing you a lot, but its not something in my hands…these VIT people don’t let us access net from their labs, and I’m such a broke, spending like 35 bucks a hour in the café seem to be quite ‘amusing’ in itself...no need to say, what else I do, I keep thinking about posting something or the other, with the same weirdness ever….

Life in the college could be so boring, I never thought! You thought of enjoying your hostel life, reading much less and roaming a lot more…but the life comes to a dead end when you see exactly the opposite happening with you…you’ve to read quite a considerable time to keep your academic calendar going…and to keep your grades ringing in other’s mind….or you’re dumped as if a little heap of sand in the rain…!

Everything else is quite nice, especially if you see the ISO certified mess and the shining toilets, but the worse when it comes to nerve-breaking discipline in which you can’t enter the hostel after 8:30 pm and you can’t even think of taking a day’s leave…!

Life is born to be as such, simple yet so complex, lively yet so deadly….

Loving you guys, like never before….

VIT Campus…
Algorithms and Programming Lab

All Men are Dogs…Is it?

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 04:30:00 +0000

How often I have come across this statement, maybe I should call it a proverb now.
Guys start talking something mean, girls take no time in shouting, In schools colleges, over the net, in the bus, underneath your table, over the bed, everywhere…this line has its fans:

“All Men Are Dogs…”

I’m sorry I took upon writing this, to tell those who weren’t aware, but my intuitions are genuine, for I just have a query, “Where did this line come from? Who was basically behind its creation?” Was it some movie, some bestselling book or some great Mother Teresa who propounded this theory?
Who is behind this ultimate, I just want to know, so that when I get back to heaven after some seconds (55 X 365 X 24 X 60 X 60=1734480000 sec. to be specific), I could carry out a ‘Search and Destroy’ operation of the accused…

P.S: A tribute to lay my brothers peacefully in their graves…so sad…sob… :P

Redefined perfection

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 16:30:00 +0000

“Her face, vibrant and fair, which looked perfect in every sense, shone amidst the sunshine, like water droplets glisten over the morning grass.
A perfect smile that hung over her lips made the whole situation rather frivolous. Her immaculately dressed figure, particularly that cherry red kurti was the epitome of her great fashion statement that has gone unseen and unspoken of in the past, and so had her voice, which was capturing too, in the cutest possible manner when she said, “Hiiiii……””

It was only after reaching home that I met with the nightmared truth:
MY ZIP WAS OPENED!

P.S: A feeble attempt to some sensible humour... (:P)

A humurous description of India 2050

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 18:26:00 +0000

I had been imagining this in my sleep yesterday. Like, how our country is going to be in 2050? Aah…yes I’m talking about the coming 2050 dude, it isn’t that far…see, u already started dreaming…

(Scene: A vendor crying loud in Chandni Chowk, N. Delhi, 2050)

Vendor: Come… Sale…sale…Computers for sale…Intel, Microsoft, AMD, all on sale…Linux, Windows, Mac all at subsidised rates…
Office, Oracle, SQL, Java…all applications available here…Pirated…copied…stolen…everything available here…
Welcome madam…
Oh yes, you pink-topped madam, all fresh and new computers, just for you…sale…sale…sale…
Brothers and sisters, come here, prices down! Come now…offer valid till stocks last…Sale…sale…sale…

Girl: Bhaiya, do you have the latest dell laptop with a designer pattern on it, matching my dress that I’m wearing now…

Vendor: Of course madam, we have the fresh new Dell Studio 21 Series… I got the stock today morning only, straight from the company. You see, I’m the original dealer, don’t go on my thela.

Girl: What are the laptop’s specifications?

Vendor: Madam, who sees the inside crap…All you should care, is its ‘Intel inside, Human outside’. You look intelligent enough…anything would look beautiful in your hands (Sticking a tongue outside)

Girl: Excuse me? What do you mean?

Vendor: Oh, nothing sister…you got serious just for nothing. I was just saying, we give full guarantee of things you purchase from us. We’re not like your vendor next-door; I know their service-man doesn’t come on time…

Girl: Oh my! He has been a real jerk…I bought a computer from him; the machine didn’t work for even a year. It had been such a pain in my ass. Fortunately, we got it replaced…

Vendor: I can understand it madam…he worked for us before. I fired him. You won’t find these problems with us mam. All I want you to trust us…so should I pack this lappy for you?

Girl: Yeah OK. Don’t you offer any add-ons along with the pack? Freebies, any?

Vendor: Arey mam! What do you expect from a thele wala! I can’t offer you all that fancy items which those showrooms-Wala offer. But I give you this amazing software for yourself…once connected to the internet, it can search boyfriends/ life-partners for you, which live just nearby…
It has special options too…contact, mail or IM them, at the touch of a button! What else does one want….

Girl: (Irritated) Earlier, you were showing as if you are the king of Silicon Valley!
Thats OK. How much are you going to charge for the whole thing?

Vendor: Mam…Silicon Valley is doomed in recession nowadays!
I earn better. My friend Bill Gates died so poor…ooh! I couldn’t stand his funeral…
Anyways, don’t make me senti…
This laptop market price is Rs. 18000, I give you this for just Rs. 16500.

Girl: Oh! Why so mercy! And I’m not interested in your special software. Could you give me an Office application or something else, usable atleast?

Vendor: Oh! I thought other girls are quite interested in these things nowadays…so may be you would like it…but no problem…I’ve another freeware. Its called “Name your Kids”.

Girl: What! I’m not married…

Vendor: Oh…don’t worry mam. We have a special software for you…I’ll give its trial-version to you for a licensed period of 1 month. Its called “How to be a Mother”.

Girl: What!

Vendor: No problem mam, if you didn’t like any of these…we are going to receive a new software from IBM tomorrow…Hope you would like it…
I’ll send a copy of the same at your doorstep as soon as we receive it…

(Murmuring to himself) This way, I would know your address too…

Girl: Did you say anything?

Vendor: Oh no mam…

Girl: I’m sorry I asked for those freebies. Just send in my laptop. I’ll transfer the money in your bank account.

Vendor: Aah…mam, we’ve closed our ‘State Bank Of India’ account. We wanted a little privacy and reduced interference in our accounts. So we’ve moved to 'Swiss Bank (A/c no. 0993498243)'. Please make sure….

Girl: Great! I’ll remember.
Thank You…

Vendor: Welcome mam…

What a Day…!

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 18:00:00 +0000

Exactly, that’s what I have been murmuring in the night when I went to bed. ‘What a day this has been…’

I just don’t know what god has created for me, which got left untapped (by mistake), but there was surely something to be intrigued, rather perceived or inferred from it as a whole which I couldn’t (sadly).
It started as every normal day, seeing myself in the mirror, and saying to god, “I wish you had given me some better looks, I would have been in your debt then, but no problem, I’m armoured satisfactorily with other geniuses.”

A feeble rest in the noon, and I got myself in the badminton court. Nice games, all won, 21-6, 9-21, 21-12, 19-21, 21-12.

It was in the middle of the game when it started raining; thank god we were in the court, not to mention of the un-intervened match (which went smoothly till the end), at about 8 pm I left the court, came out and it was still raining profusely!

Now is when, the mystery began to play its role, with just feeble efforts and fussing from me. For you, I shall number them…

1. Normally I would choose to either stand and wait for the rain to stop or go in the rain after saying to myself, “No harm in getting a little wet. Let’s enjoy.”
But this time I just didn’t listen to any voice from my brain or my heart, I just kept walking in the rain, people with umbrellas giving me looks from every corner of their eyes. I didn’t care though, still kept walking like nothing about it.

2. So much engraved was I in this rain, thinking of just the games that I played, of my new college, etc…I didn’t realise when tears started pouring of my eyes…For a moment I was shocked! There hasn’t been anything I’m anxious about, simply nothing! I’m not hurt, I’ve had no fight, no repents, and absolutely no tensions…Why the hell I’m weeping over the road! Of course, I was wet with the rain, but I could easily make out the difference btw my tears and rain-drops…
Taken aback by the incident, I moved again towards my way…

3. I had completed half of my way back home, when I felt a sudden pain in my leg. I expected some insect or something, I saw my knee, and couldn’t believe my eyes, “It had been bruised… was bleeding!” My god, I didn’t collide with anything, neither did I got hurt in any mishap, why the hell was this bleeding! Damn Shit! But something strange then happened again…the sudden pain vanished just like it had appeared, in a whoosh…! It was gone, but the blood was still there.

I was completely in a state of sub-consciousness…I could sense atleast the water pouring on me and the wind-storms blowing over but nothing in particular was on my hold then…
I waited for some moments till I felt confident enough…and then I hurried down my way…
I observed that I was alone on the road that time, no one visible till the end of my eye-view…was a bit scary at first, but being in a habit of laughing at Horror Movies, that thing didn’t bother me much...

Being near to my home brought some kind of solace, but the strange incidents didn’t make any sense…The whole mishap was kinda weird…firstly no one can believe this, not even me to the fullest…but my senses can’t deceive me, thats for sure.

Finally after reaching home, getting first-aid and telling fake reasons for the whole altogether, I drew some kind of inference, atleast to satisfy myself…Might be possible that it was god’s way of making me realise that I’ve committed something wrong and that I’m guilty of hurting someone directly or indirectly…Whatever it may be, I’m sorry if it all happened this way, and if didn’t let the incident happen again, till then I keep my thinking-caps turned upside down on this incident…I don’t want to be called scary na…! :P

That superficial shower- Rock On style

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 17:46:00 +0000

Though it has become quite a habit on its own, after a long chase in the badminton court, with 6 sets won, I felt like drenching my entire body to the sprinkles of the cold shower…

It wasn’t a welcomed thought at first, why to take the whole pain of getting demised inside a small, though cosy place, leaving your attire and all, but then it wasn’t that big to be called audacious…
Getting inside the bathroom, I was thinking about the whole day, better to say, about the last few days, which haven’t passed so well, especially the encounter with my parents and the jealous mob, don’t know why! But as a whole, some things didn’t go down my throat very well, the reason why I blasted the opposite side in the game with 15-6, 15-8, 15-2, and the others that I don’t remember… (Sorry dudes, my aggravation ruined your games today :P)

But now, I’m not that a serious nerd who keeps thinking on issues that really doesn’t bother. “Lets believe in living in the moments” (Something I learned from Hrithik Roshan in his talk on ‘Coffee With Karan’ ), is what represents me.

I untapped the shower, and then it struck me, ‘I want to get serious’. Last few days haven’t passed on so well, I need to show that I’m kinda sad, depressed and there is something that is pissing me off from days, I looked into the mirror. My soul mate said to me, “Rehne de. Nautanki mat kar”.

Then the famous lines struck me, “Count your chickens, before they hatch”, so I thought, I should get this started this every moment. So I started thinking of something unique, and it came to me, take a shower like Farhan Akhtar did when her wife asked him about his bands and all…standing seriously below the shower, listening quietly to every sound and enjoying every delicacy, may be that would help me acquire a serious character, for some hours atleast!

Though it sounded weird in beginning, I felt reluctant to do it. Now the cool shower started, me trying to think of absolutely not thinking anything…! It was very difficult, I could feel my brain giving all ****** to Meditation Gurus and preachers, how could they control their mind, it is just impossible. Thought of listening of voices and sounds, almost suddenly a wasp came from nowhere and sat on the opposite wall and within minute was the supper of a big lizard. Then it came the turn of a cockroach walking on the opposite wall, I felt like tramping it after making it fall on the ground, but then it hit me, ‘Arey! I was trying to get serious.’ A child seemed to be wailing in the neighbourhood that almost shattered my desires, cursing his parents was almost involuntary.

Getting more than I wanted, I gave a ‘help-me’ look to the mirror, and the next moments I spent laughing loudly on myself, so loud that my mother called from outside, “Is everything OK? We don’t have a doctor until next Monday”

Clear of my doubts, I picked my towel and was back to business…

Coming out of the bathroom’s gate, I could sense myself: A dumbo, idiot, stupid, whatever u feel like saying… (I was much better as such…)
Aah, friends you know me so well…

Advertising agencies going crazy…!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 17:30:00 +0000

How often it strikes me, whenever I watch TV, the commercials infuse a unique sort of confusion and humour into our mind. Companies have gone far ahead than just advertising their products. They have directly or indirectly started influencing our life to a great extent, positive or negative; we are picking them, not coz. Of the brand they advertise and its value, but because of the melodrama they show on-screen. Let me first quote some examples, then you would get an idea of what are we heading towards:

1. SOAPS (COSMETICS Category)
Thumbs Up: MEDIMIX, PEARS, DOVE, HIMALAYA
Down: LUX, VIVEL, DYNA, GARNIER
I bet you won’t see much soaps in a soap-ad. All you can think of seeing is a model’s leg, if ‘lucky’, from every angle and every possible shot. Only shampoos’ ads will show some hair part otherwise don’t expect to get any relation of any sort, anywhere in these ads…
Someone tell them even men are their customers, why do they show just the female models in ads. Lomani and Park Avenue aren’t found on every store, so just shut up…

2. NEWS AGENCY
Thumbs Up: Star News, CNN, CNBC
Down: India TV, Aaj Tak, Voice of India, ETV Rajasthan

The bald man’s channel won’t stop bragging, ‘Due to our efforts…; because of us…; we did this; we did that…’ may I tell them, they are a crap on this planet. They don’t do any good to the society except feeding like scavengers on their brotherly humans. All they think is of their TRPs and their news channel.
They should understand their responsibility towards the society and be its part in the time of some mishappenings, not just act shy to people grievances.

3. AIRLINES
Thumbs Up: Spicejet, Jet Airways, Indian Airlines, Air-India, Indigo
Down: Kingfisher Airlines

Someone needs this badly. For, the airlines don’t run by just showing air-hostesses dressed immaculately in red. You need to do a fair deal about regulating your prices and advertising too.

6. AUTOMOBILES
Thumbs Up: Bajaj, Skoda, Honda, Maruti Suzuki, Hyundai
Down: Yamaha, Hero Honda

There is a need to tell the automaker giants that their bikes don’t sell by showing a dumb impressing a girl with his bike. Neither by showing patriotic feelings as ‘Desh ki Dhadkan’. Their buyers are not girls, someone go tell them! (: P) Boys need all what Bajaj and Honda have immensely depicted, sheer pleasure with catchy style, enough to capture anybody’s attention. Added to this their comment lines and tags just add the icing to the cake…

7. TELECOM
Thumbs Up: Vodafone, Airtel, Aircel, Idea
Down: BSNL, MTNL, Reliance, TATA-Indicomm

What most of the abnormal people won’t think is that an actress dancing bharatnatyam or kathakali, whatever it is, over a boat has nothing to do with the terms and services of a telecom company. Plus the tag, oh my god! My room partner opens the window, hoping that some thing called ‘signal’ would come in his mobile! How can you expect to be ‘Connecting India’ then?
Declaring yourself ‘The best network in India’ is quite easy, proving that is quite a different thing. It is better to be a master of one art than to be a jack of all (CDMA and GSM :P)
And as some players picked it up, its better not to advertise at all then to be criticized by everyone!

Though there are many other fields, a lot of brands got untouched, but I thought, may be we should something for the next time, sometimes a small dose helps, no? :D

Regards…

Disclaimer: The above article is a mere personal attempt on the author’s behalf to bring some decency in the advertising era. Nothing mentioned herein, as such should be considered as an attempt to disrepute or demean any person, brand or its value, for any purpose.
No disputes regarding any matter in this post can be challenged by any form of law in the jurisdiction system.

An infant goes missing on India Gate…

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 17:30:00 +0000

The whole Indian fraternity has been put to shame!!!

How can you miss a girl child amid a place, so densely populated, guarded by police personnel 24X7 like a hawk over a snake! I just can’t believe a pair got their child missing at India Gate, Delhi…! And the ‘coolest’ part to the whole story, there were no considerable number of eye-witnesses to the scene.

There was only a shopkeeper who said that he saw a child weeping in front of his shop. I say, why not bang that idiot for not doing something that time. Why couldn’t he just run to the police van that was standing nearby?
Another witness says she saw three girls who took a small child with them. About those girls’ intentions, we just can’t say anything. Half of the girls are always nuts ( I won’t be surprised if they come after 2 days saying that we just thought of playing with her, so we took her to our home)…!

And the parents are equally responsible for their misery. Instead of crying over the news channel, if only they wouldn’t have walked like kings facing forward and leaving their girl jumping the topsy-turvy way behind their back…But, they don’t need advices now, they got what they deserve.

But the biggest shame is on the people of India, the Delhites in particular…May I ask them now, you go to functions and global processions crying “We Delhites, our spirit, this and that…” where have all that gone. Why do people shy away when it comes to taking their responsibilities and making a hue over the real episodes…Atleast the police acted positively this time, much to the comfort of the ailing couple….

This whole day, news channel have been showing her snaps and her weeping mother. It has been almost 30hours…still no good to the spirit of humanity…

Her mother’s words are still strong enough to have every hope alive, “A mother is begging to you, whoever took her might be a mother too. May her understand the grief and sorrow we are undergoing through at this time…We just hope she returns well and sound, back home…”, and she fumbles in the words ahead…
Just a request, if someone know about the whereabouts of the 2 yr old...

India Today’s 2009 College Ranking

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 04:30:00 +0000

The most deadly time in a student’s year-long span, the month of June!
Either you wait seemingly for your school results or are baffled over the whole college going process.

I’m a serious victim of this overall education system and its ‘intellectual’ educational bodies, the ‘prestigious’ UGC, AICTE, and other concerned ‘pioneers’….

Choosing a good college becomes difficult at times…especially when you have too many options in hand…So, the first towards this decision is to narrow down your choices and leave out the alternatives. What people suggested me the most was to earmark my priorities and set up benchmarks, so that the whole comparison process becomes a lot simpler…

To help you, the new college rankings of India-Today Nielson survey have arrived…

They are as such:

1. IIT Delhi
2. IIT Kharagpur
3. IIT Kanpur
4. IIT Madras
5. IIT Bombay
6. IIT Roorkee
7. BITS Pilani
8. IT-BHU, Varanasi
9. IIT Guwahati
10. VIT, Vellore
11. NIT Suratkal
12. Anna University, Chennai
13. NIT Warangal
14. PSG College, Coimbatore
15. DCE

One more thing that I would like to state here, it’s one of the most important decisions in a students life…choose it wisely. Don’t give way to preconceptions…

Regards…

Related links: http://www.vit.ac.in/India_Today_2009_Ranking.htm

Just Had a Break-up?

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 05:49:00 +0000

Well…well…well…welcome to the ‘season of break-ups’…!

Break-ups of every sort in love relationships, girlfriends, fiancé, wife, everyone…

U might be thinking, I’m a nut, what has ‘love’ to do with a particular season or time of year? Love is just that wonderful feeling that can strike you anytime, anywhere, anyhow, no matter what occurred in the past…

But believe me, this is the season of break-ups. Just look around you, I bet you would observe, timely or lately, that I’m true to my words. This particular period of March-July is this freaking lapse of time, when everyone sees some demise of some sort in this relationship. Though I haven’t read anything as such, no surveys, no research, nothing, but this is what I strongly believe…

Some are complaining of their girlfriends leaving them without any reason, some say, their boyfriends are making up fights to leave them, some have lost that interest and thinking of the alternatives, while some just are looking desperately at the ‘FASTTRACK’ advertisement asking to just ‘MOVE ON’.

It’s almost a month now; I have come across 3 break-ups, just in a small township where I live. Its hard to believe, how many would be there in the whole world, with the pace people are falling in love, rather making themselves to fall in love…break-ups are so common. Though, some of you might be saying, come to me, I’m ready for any relationship, but this is something that we can’t change…

Problems are everywhere, but don’t know why, people lose their patience, solace and solitude that love grants them, in this very period of time.

From 3 yrs, I’ve been observing the same trend, only this time, I felt reluctant to express it, when one more of my friends told about his break-up…Dudes and dudis, being alone is also a blessing, enjoy it, you’re lucky enough…

(Me listening to ‘MP3-Mera pehla pehla pyar’, and ‘Aahista’ from ‘Bachna-e-haseeno’, writing this post on break-ups add to the perfect contrast…:P)

May god bless you all with whatever you want…Wish you a happy living…

Chinki/ Chetna

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 17:44:00 +0000

It happened this way that we boarded the Jammu-Tawi Andaman express from Chennai to Jaipur on 12th morning and it reached Nagpur by 13th evening. A family came in our cabin, 3 aunties, 2 big girls, and some kids. The whole area was filled with sort of chaos and panic, usually what we see with kids around, the same happened here, it all dismissed by 8pm or so and we just had had our supper…

A cute little girl (one of those kids), must be 6 or 7 yrs. Old, came by our side and started climbing the ladder for the upper seat, much like every child do, to satisfy their excitement and unique pleasure that they get running through the gallery…So she climbed just one step, hung on the ladder and started seeing us…
Now lemme describe her first. Try to be a little imaginative, and then u would feel the whole scene moving…

She had an extra-ordinary sense of attraction. Most of the kids are cute, but she was magnificently cute…she had perfect ears, her hair neatly tied up with a rubber-band; teeth, must be exactly 20 in number, all perfectly aligned in a row, ready to be hidden before 2 lips which captured a simply superb smile…

Those features, I had hardly seen, the most noticeable were her glittering eyes, like 2 jellies have been pasted over the eye balls…adding to the aesthetic appeal which she had…
Must say, I haven’t seen someone as such ever in my life…I was the first to thank god that she was not big enough, for then I wouldn’t have felt like staring her na…

I already know, don’t know if my face is some cartoon type or something, but even my astrologer said once that kids would always be attracted to you…so I just asked her name…
Now what we usually observe in this situation is that either kids shy away or just say their name sheepishly…but as I said, there was something unusual in her, she proudly announced. “Ghar ka naam Chinki, school ka Chetna”. Everybody in the compartment started laughing, as this wasn’t expected…

Then we asked her to sit on the seat, instead of running to her mumma, she came sitting besides me, some minutes passed by, she was looking at me ‘again’ and ‘again’, I was forced to doubt my looks, “Do I look that duffer, don’t think so, anyways…”, I asked her class, she didn’t feel like replying, just said, “Pata nhi. Kuch aur pucho”.

An hour passed by, then she asked me, “Bhaiya, aap kaunsi class mein padte ho?”, I dutifully replied, who knew that I would be flooded with questions afterwards, “Whats your name?” “What do you like?” “Are you vegetarian?” “Do you like my watch?” “My new dress” “My this, my that…”
It was sort of a complete entertainment pack, like you paid for economy class and enjoyed business class…!

Sleeping time, everyone on their beds (Berths), me too, she was still sitting by my side, by this time we had grown quite friendly, she was talking of every possible thing that she could, perhaps making them out of her mind so that I don’t get bored, her mother called her several times to which she replied, “Main bhaiya ke sath baithi hun, main nhi aa rhi…”. Even I was happy, nice time-pass. She surgeried all my tickets, wallet, handbag, watch, cellphone, everything that she could think of, that too one by one like a Data Analyst! Even I couldn’t help her curiosity, may be she had no big bro or sis, so she liked all that…

We had talks on everything and almost everything, I had some narrow escapes while conversing, as you have to be extra careful while dealing with kids no…

Many hours flew away, must have been around 4 AM, she was holding my hand, might be feeling scared or something, as all lights were turned off by that time, she felt sleepy again, and asked, “May I sleep in your side?”

No option, had to say “NO”, thinking, “I wish she was my cousin or neighbour, could see her everyday then”.

As a whole she left in early morning, I didn’t even see her, but one thing for sure, I’m not going to forget her ever, and I did my part (She won’t forget me for many years either)…

Just a Wish, “May god keep creating such people on earth. ‘Someone’ need them badly…”

Am I so ‘ghonchu’?

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 18:10:00 +0000

People give you names, some are good, and some bad…They tease you with whatever they can, you tease them in return, the history prevails and the melodrama continues…

But one thing has always occurred with me since birth, and it is only increasing since then…So when it happened this time with me (yesterday), I thought why not to blog about it and ask the reason for it…may be you guys could tell me the correct reason…

Now the problem is, most of the time when people talk to me or describe me, after a bag-full of praises (: P) of course, they add this ‘Ghonchu’ word for me…
Earlier this problem was with girls only. Don’t know what they had stored for me, but many of them at some or the other part of my life called me ‘ghonchu’, which I never got…I stupidly asked them the meaning, and they only smiled or sent me a (:P) or (:D)…
And now, this word has been overtaken by boys too…One of my friends has permanently kept my name as ‘ghonchu’ and one more called me ‘ghonchu’ yesterday, when I was talking to him about my new college…

Guys what is happening to you all? There are millions or perhaps zillions of names to give to somebody. And you all took just one- GHONCHU…!!!

Since I never got the reason behind it, I now feel myself as the ultimate ghonchu…no doubt... (: P)…

My Way to VIT

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 07:08:00 +0000

It all happened a way, lot fast…faster than you expect your life to make a U-turn amidst all the grief and sorrow entangled in the phase which every student sees during this time… I ruined my IIT exam, AIEEE, I blame it on them (the concerned authorities, they said I didn’t put my thumb impression on the application form, I have the Xerox copy as a proof of the same, but of no use), my destiny had only one thing for me, that’s the idiotic Rpet of Rajasthan, of which, I could have hardly survived the nasty environment there…

My destiny had something else stored for me, besides IIT, AIEEE, n RPET, I filled just one more exam, VIT, just to check my rank, as people say it’s a bit difficult to get through it, paper mostly consists of Electronics, semiconductors, transistors, etc…etc…etc…(which I don’t know a hell of…). My parents had never thought, not even in their wildest dreams that they would be sending me to some college in South India, that too so far that it takes almost 3 days to go by train from my home… However my rank was quite OK seeing the condition then, 4 things basically took me to VIT which I should list --- take a print out --- paste on the wall---Worship it everyday…!!!

1. IIT launched its ultimate EML list this year, with 60,000 students in the list…Hats off to those guys…
It helped a lot bcoz. most of those ‘intellectual’ students didn’t come for counselling, and they would come running in the 2nd phase of counselling, by then I would be secured…

2. AIEEE released its result very yearly this year. It came on 31st may, 8 days before the scheduled date!
Had it not arrived by that day, I couldn’t have made my plans to go to VIT’s counselling. I might have been waiting stupidly for the result and the seats would have been filled, me losing my rank seniority by then…

3. A lot thanks to SPICEJET Airlines, they had just 3 seats vacant in the Jaipur-Chennai flight by the time we booked them. And we were over the clouds just with a trifle…

4. Finally to the students who came for counselling. There were 143 of them who had a chance ahead of me to choose their branches, and they left a hefty number of seats in my favourite branch…

Thanks to all you guys and girls…who have knowingly or unknowingly contributed to me getting this ultimate treasure…love you all…

My Eyesight Improving

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Fri, 29 May 2009 08:40:00 +0000

Good gracious!
You know what!
I got up early today before noon at 9 am (unlike my routine), disobeying my time-table…oops “sorry time-table”… Saw that goddess Saraswati image before me pasted on the opposite wall, seeing it with a expecting look, like I’ve always done in exam days, then my eyes fall upon my computer, “Aah, my soul mate…”, anyways, then my new racquet, “Wow, that last game was nice, smashed the shuttle right on that bloody’s _______”, leave it, then at that black watch that has hung there monotonously for the last 20 years or so, papa told it was a gift from mumma to him, “Nobody gifts me anything! When asked they say our blessings is all you need this time! What the…”, fine, but wait a minute…

Hey man! Oh my god! “Mumma! Papa!, I can see…the watch”, the last words didn’t come out of my mouth when my father shouted, “ What happened, why are you shouting? So you got time to get up? Wait a minute, it’s early for you! Are we hosting a special day today, “Nisha (My mother’s name), did the sun rose from west today?” By this time, mumma was already in the room, laughing heartedly at my innocent face. “Ok-Ok, you all may go, sorry to disturb you. Galti ho gyi bahut badi.”, I said. “Better”, my papa left.

Mumma: What happened to my dear rachuuuuuu?
Me: Nothing, I was just saying, that, I can see that stupid watch hung there.
Mumma: (With a stern look) So?
Me: I can see it clearly without spects.
Mumma: So?
Me: Arey, I couldn’t see it earlier…
Mumma: So?
Me: So what! I should be happy no?
Mumma: So…much?
Me: Yeah, it means that my eyesight is improving; maybe I won’t have to use spects after some days…
Mumma: And seeing this rate, took you 3 years for 0.25 decrease in your number, so these days would be approx.
3years X 365days X 8 (decrease in power)
(She picked up the calculator and handed it to me)

Me: I can calculate myself. It would be 8760 days…
Mumma: That means 24 years right? (Laughing)
Me: Yup…
Mumma: And what will you do having your spects removed in 24 years? And you would get a near-sightedness spects then. (Laughing and laughing more…)
Me: Hmmm…
Mumma: So beta! I would search for a girl you would like you in spects! Right?
Me: Huh?
Mumma: Ha… ha… he… he… (And the melodrama continues)

Now tell me, what mistake did I commit, getting up early this fine morning…So I went to sleep again, yelling at the top of my voice, “Don’t wake me up till evening.”

Me and Naveen

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Thu, 28 May 2009 18:34:00 +0000

It was until afternoon, me sitting on my bed, thinking of all the ills that a human mind is capable of (at the exam time, of course!), when I had this treasured memory of mine - a few days when I really got pissed off from my friend Naveen…

He always seems over-excited, something that puzzles us, ready to take on anybody, big or small, fat or thin, nobody can escape his propagandas. The glare of mischief in his eyes, and the hint of sarcasm in his walk will often tell you that some mishappenings is going to occur the next moment. Added to this, his habit of mocking and living in his own fantasies is what really annoys us all…The only thing, you find every type of guy in every corner of the world, so doesn’t bother much but …

One of those days, my patience thermometer crossed all its boiling-point limits and I blurted out saying, “What makes you behave so? Don’t you love anyone of us?”

And his reply sinked deep into my nerves when his calm and composed voice replied, “I don’t want to love anyone. Whenever I love someone, god takes him away from me; I fear the same may happen this time too”

The nauseatic feeling of disgust and demeaning demeanour abandoned me at once. Things that often bring tears in my eyes, his mother left for heaven at an early age, his brother went to college and is now working abroad, his dearest friends got transferred elsewhere, n I can’t see any love life playing around him either (Much like what he created for himself)…So now I can see his behaviour as his own way of hiding the real roots beneath the ground. I’m not guilty of saying him so, atleast I acknowledged the fact that there is lot more to understand in him, which I keep trying…

These things keep reverberating in my mind, its not a pity that we take on him, he knows the ways well of hiding his emotions, if only someone could understand him better, I would thank that guy, and let dear Naveen know that there is always someone to love everyone, some who don’t even ask for a favour in return…

Love, a Gift or Curse…?

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Wed, 27 May 2009 17:51:00 +0000

Love, one of the most sought after things in the present world, is making its move very fast everywhere, I guess. Atleast it seems so…
Aah…you don’t agree? Ok, let’s see something…

Love might make to the most cursed after things too some day, If it continues to grow everywhere. In this season of heartbreaks when students are leaving their schools for colleges, people looking for several alternatives, growing insecurity and distrust among the youth…All these have contributed their part in disrupting relationships and thanks to our intellectual friends, who are found in every corner of the world who keep preaching, “Love and all is bakwaas (crap), better to do something else, don’t spoil time. Life is too short to take care of someone else…”
Making a wild guess, there could be about one break up every single minute! Yet we don’t seem to bother about it…you know why?

It’s only human to add contrast to your reactions. U all know this, yet I may ask, doesn’t your heart pounds when somebody proposes you? Don’t you feel reluctant to say ‘yes’ even when you know it only hurts in the end? Can you stop yourself from falling a prey to this stigma, this evil which consumes all, everyone that comes in its path…We all are just a lamb for it, ready to be butchered…!

William Shakespeare said this for me to quote (:P) :

“You think love is the best and the most wonderful thing that can ever happen to you, unless it happens to your own daughter or sister”

Well, i know we can't help it, but we can stop cursing this 'love' for our miseries...Don u think so?

Let me praise someone…

noreply@blogger.com (Rachit Goel) — Wed, 20 May 2009 04:30:00 +0000

I’ve two serious problems in my life.
1. I don’t know how to praise someone…
2. I don’t know how to react when someone praises me…

Now see, in my 18 years of experience, I got this pretty clear if you want to live happily, you got to have this art of praising people. But believe me, its really difficult. Not a big deal, actually when you just have to say, “You were great/ well done/ Excellent/ You’re smart enough”, but sometimes situation gets critical or I should say preposterous…

My friend has had this nightmare often that his girlfriend is standing in front of him, holding a sword in her hand and asking him to praise her or she would slice him into ready to be pickled, equal slices…So my friend, I’m here to your rescue, I’ve tried something, go and read this before her and she would come running in your arms:

“I’ve been seeing you from over a year now, each day to find you more and more beautiful, I wonder why you couldn’t overtook Miss Universe at that pace, never mind…”

“I don’t know, what attracts me to you, perhaps it’s some unspoken bond that we share, like it is rakshabhandhan for a brother and sister…”

“Your jelly like eyes, which glitter like my new Colgate toothpaste, which are as big as that of a cow, reminds me of the bulldog, we had in our neighbour that died some days ago.”

“Your tall legs, like two sweet bamboo sticks (ooh, forgot to tell you, I’m a nature lover), your perfect zero figure, like clothes hung on a hangar and your foot specially when you have your broken sandals on, looks just perfect”

“Your heart is as soft as a chicken; your rosy cheeks remind me of the flowers that grows in our colony’s drain, and your lips that can emasculate everyone around uttering that superficial silence every time you speak, like that present in a graveyard”

“You’re the best that life bestowed upon me, no matter how much I disturb you, calling with my Airtel, Rs.1.50/ mint, you always pick up the call, you’re so generous to let me pay the restaurant’s bill every time and its so disheartening that we live two buildings away!
I Miss you badly when you don’t come in the window getting my miss call, together we shall cherish this love…