Stability has been discernible by its dearth; pluck shall not take flight,
Mind tempted to be squat and meek, tenacity is what extricate you from the plight!
This blighted sickness shall mislay its garrote; tranquility shall awake from amnesia,
Fight fight and fight the worst is behind you, get well soon O my cousin Anusha!!
Get well soon...2007 is around the corner!! :-)
A promise is a promise!
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Friday, December 29, 2006
I am the IT Leader!!
Verdant land of Singapore was moaning under the oppression of heavy winds. Angels were weeping from the sky. The gloom of the horizon was ominous and visible from my Rat Hole. Ah! Didn’t I tell you? Rat hole does have windows! Two of them. One of them is actually a complete window and other one, well, a poor excuse of it, badly obscured by a pillar. Rat hole after all!
Do not let the anguish of the preceding paragraph delude you in to a misconception on the atmosphere of the room. I would not say it was lively and sorts, but neither was it somber. Three of us (Rat, Invisible man and the Jet) were at our books(or were at least pretending to be). As for the Owl, he was probably out there in the howling of the night, focusing ever so intensely on his next victim (Come on laugh!!). Anyways, it was about 10:30 PM (time which portends dawn of a new day for many in Singapore) and what was about to happen in the span of the next hour or so was truly a manifestation of mental turbulence that these folks undergo during the course of a MBA.
The door squeaked open paving way to a hoarse cry ‘I am the IT leader!!’ We gaped in surprise and in unison, it was Vivek( Psycho as he is known as!). What proceeded from his mouth in the duration of the next few minutes apart from his habitual taunts directed towards the Invisible Man have been cleansed while penning the contents of this blog! His frustration clearly directed at the paper scheduled the ensuing morning for the IT guys. ‘I do not care a rat’s ass for the paper’ he said. Though I must take hostilities towards defamation of the sacrosanct creature especially in a rat hole!
Ah well! I continued my reading on ‘For God, Country and Coca Cola’. A capital read indeed.
‘Changing Coke is like God making grass purple’ strong sentiments echoed by millions of Americans on their pet drink. So engrossed was I in the book that little did it dawn on me that there was second visitor to the rat hole. Only when a soft voice bespoke ‘Abbey kal ke IT exam ke liye kya padna hain’ did I realize of the humanly presence. It took only expectant faces and a few seconds for Teghjeet to air out his frustrations on the state of affairs. Back to Coca Cola and the art of making money, and then there was loud cry from beyond the door followed by a slam and a very peeved Vineet (Bade Bhaiyya) walking in. And yes what ensued has been purged, for my over curious readers.
More frustrations were to follow during the course my perusal of the book. Strangely the next visitor was finance guy, Sid Ghaisas, who announced in his usual flair ‘I have given up studying’. Finance or IT story remains the same. Frustrations do indeed descry themselves in variegated forms. You might have heard of people jumping all over the place. Well I have witnessed gravity failing under acute frustration. This manifested in the form of Hemant(Dream Lover), who was all over, except the floor of course! By this time Coca Cola was looking more like ‘C_ c_ C_l_’ to me(well gravity has been very mean to my eyelids many a times). Have you noticed vowels are always the first ones to fly off?
I could hear frustration revealing itself in the form of an ice cream, when Invisible man and Teghjeet set out plans to venture out and grab some. Considering the not so auspicious squally weather that seemed to have persisted despite erratic behavior by gravity, the plan was soon abandoned.
Well eyes had almost settled in the balmy comforts of the eyelids and then there was Tushar who stopped by. My ears were expecting the culmination of all the frustrations to personify. Pleasantly, he had stopped by for a movie file and the Rat hole had absorbed all it could have for the night…..
Frustrations are the tests that nature gives us! But Rat Hole is something that you have to extricate, never let the frustration grow into an insidious behemoth devil for it shall encumber you with gloom and restlessness…
Go find yourself a Rat Hole!!
Do not let the anguish of the preceding paragraph delude you in to a misconception on the atmosphere of the room. I would not say it was lively and sorts, but neither was it somber. Three of us (Rat, Invisible man and the Jet) were at our books(or were at least pretending to be). As for the Owl, he was probably out there in the howling of the night, focusing ever so intensely on his next victim (Come on laugh!!). Anyways, it was about 10:30 PM (time which portends dawn of a new day for many in Singapore) and what was about to happen in the span of the next hour or so was truly a manifestation of mental turbulence that these folks undergo during the course of a MBA.
The door squeaked open paving way to a hoarse cry ‘I am the IT leader!!’ We gaped in surprise and in unison, it was Vivek( Psycho as he is known as!). What proceeded from his mouth in the duration of the next few minutes apart from his habitual taunts directed towards the Invisible Man have been cleansed while penning the contents of this blog! His frustration clearly directed at the paper scheduled the ensuing morning for the IT guys. ‘I do not care a rat’s ass for the paper’ he said. Though I must take hostilities towards defamation of the sacrosanct creature especially in a rat hole!
Ah well! I continued my reading on ‘For God, Country and Coca Cola’. A capital read indeed.
‘Changing Coke is like God making grass purple’ strong sentiments echoed by millions of Americans on their pet drink. So engrossed was I in the book that little did it dawn on me that there was second visitor to the rat hole. Only when a soft voice bespoke ‘Abbey kal ke IT exam ke liye kya padna hain’ did I realize of the humanly presence. It took only expectant faces and a few seconds for Teghjeet to air out his frustrations on the state of affairs. Back to Coca Cola and the art of making money, and then there was loud cry from beyond the door followed by a slam and a very peeved Vineet (Bade Bhaiyya) walking in. And yes what ensued has been purged, for my over curious readers.
More frustrations were to follow during the course my perusal of the book. Strangely the next visitor was finance guy, Sid Ghaisas, who announced in his usual flair ‘I have given up studying’. Finance or IT story remains the same. Frustrations do indeed descry themselves in variegated forms. You might have heard of people jumping all over the place. Well I have witnessed gravity failing under acute frustration. This manifested in the form of Hemant(Dream Lover), who was all over, except the floor of course! By this time Coca Cola was looking more like ‘C_ c_ C_l_’ to me(well gravity has been very mean to my eyelids many a times). Have you noticed vowels are always the first ones to fly off?
I could hear frustration revealing itself in the form of an ice cream, when Invisible man and Teghjeet set out plans to venture out and grab some. Considering the not so auspicious squally weather that seemed to have persisted despite erratic behavior by gravity, the plan was soon abandoned.
Well eyes had almost settled in the balmy comforts of the eyelids and then there was Tushar who stopped by. My ears were expecting the culmination of all the frustrations to personify. Pleasantly, he had stopped by for a movie file and the Rat hole had absorbed all it could have for the night…..
Frustrations are the tests that nature gives us! But Rat Hole is something that you have to extricate, never let the frustration grow into an insidious behemoth devil for it shall encumber you with gloom and restlessness…
Go find yourself a Rat Hole!!
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Bicycle Jaunt!!
Tiring though it was, the bicycle jaunt (and an epic episode!) was worth a million years,
Riding on the pier with a melting heart; hugged by the evening sky and cajoled by the green murky waters.
Exhaustion knew no bounds but the zephyr that caressed was nothing less than holy,
Eyes began to droop, but rejuvenation ambushed in the form of piping hot puran-poli!
Riding on the pier with a melting heart; hugged by the evening sky and cajoled by the green murky waters.
Exhaustion knew no bounds but the zephyr that caressed was nothing less than holy,
Eyes began to droop, but rejuvenation ambushed in the form of piping hot puran-poli!
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Rat Hole at Room 523
This will come as a surprise to my loyal blog readers for this blog is devoid of any rhymes. It is devoid of any scheme. Well most of my blogs are devoid of schemes! So what am I writing about? Well to begin with I am not sure. I sit here in this corner which my roommates have so disreputably called ‘rat hole’ for I seem to have limited my interactions with the outside world to the bare minimum, required for sustenance. Have I? I will come back to that.
My room. This looks more like an wholesale edition of a train compartment. It has four beds (compartmental if I may say) and of course 3 lovely roommates and yours truly occupying his rat hole. Cupboards or poor excuses of cupboards and study table which was designed brilliantly immovable. On that note cupboards do not have locks..well actually the locks are exultantly non existent! How can I forget the chairs? These blighters have an inbuilt momentum, they throw you off their seats (literally).Ask my roommate Amey. He has had the poor fate of having fallen flat on his nose one more than one juncture (well on that note he also bumped in to a glass door and distended his forehead… pinkish hue!). May be its Amey and not the chairs? May be he runs on jet fuel!
My train also has good quilts on beds. Ask Ankit. He adores those. In fact, once inside you would have to plumb deep and dig really hard to find out where the chap really is!! It also has an owl, IT wizard and a blogger. Naa…I have only 3 roommates. Sid,the owl(and wizard et al), abhors sleeping. He has not realized the potential of his eyelids and the potential reassurance his bed can provide. Rumours are that he has even stopped sleeping in the class!
And then there is my rat hole! Well as far as my interaction goes I have enough of it! A jet propellant, an owl and an invisible man..!
Adios…
More on my room in next! Please do comment!
My room. This looks more like an wholesale edition of a train compartment. It has four beds (compartmental if I may say) and of course 3 lovely roommates and yours truly occupying his rat hole. Cupboards or poor excuses of cupboards and study table which was designed brilliantly immovable. On that note cupboards do not have locks..well actually the locks are exultantly non existent! How can I forget the chairs? These blighters have an inbuilt momentum, they throw you off their seats (literally).Ask my roommate Amey. He has had the poor fate of having fallen flat on his nose one more than one juncture (well on that note he also bumped in to a glass door and distended his forehead… pinkish hue!). May be its Amey and not the chairs? May be he runs on jet fuel!
My train also has good quilts on beds. Ask Ankit. He adores those. In fact, once inside you would have to plumb deep and dig really hard to find out where the chap really is!! It also has an owl, IT wizard and a blogger. Naa…I have only 3 roommates. Sid,the owl(and wizard et al), abhors sleeping. He has not realized the potential of his eyelids and the potential reassurance his bed can provide. Rumours are that he has even stopped sleeping in the class!
And then there is my rat hole! Well as far as my interaction goes I have enough of it! A jet propellant, an owl and an invisible man..!
Adios…
More on my room in next! Please do comment!
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Smiles blitzkrieg
Conglomeration aggregated as the clock stuck the blessed hour,
Smiles blitzkrieg, beguiling at times, daubed a confused countenance all over!
Palates (and a face!) treated to coffee flavored cake and piping hot tutu,
Singapore hummed in unison ‘Happy Birthday Chotttttttttttttttttu’.
Happy B’day Sid!!!
Smiles blitzkrieg, beguiling at times, daubed a confused countenance all over!
Palates (and a face!) treated to coffee flavored cake and piping hot tutu,
Singapore hummed in unison ‘Happy Birthday Chotttttttttttttttttu’.
Happy B’day Sid!!!
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Insomnia and Turbulence
In a state of insomnia and turbulence,
Slumber seems to be a remote saccharine dream.
Body knows no rationale, mind strives to a sustain a balance,
Horizon may be distant but pastures do appear green!
In a state of insomnia and turbulence,
Coffee blissfully oblivious of the import it portrays!
Slumber shall be in abeyance and nap only on chance,
Numbness tries to incarcerate a mind in overdrive, in vain anyways!
In a state of insomnia and turbulence,
Slumber may privilege itself another day.
Gusto and fire still blaze disheveled though my appearance,
Beyond the horizon in ambush I am sure success does lay!
Slumber seems to be a remote saccharine dream.
Body knows no rationale, mind strives to a sustain a balance,
Horizon may be distant but pastures do appear green!
In a state of insomnia and turbulence,
Coffee blissfully oblivious of the import it portrays!
Slumber shall be in abeyance and nap only on chance,
Numbness tries to incarcerate a mind in overdrive, in vain anyways!
In a state of insomnia and turbulence,
Slumber may privilege itself another day.
Gusto and fire still blaze disheveled though my appearance,
Beyond the horizon in ambush I am sure success does lay!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Of Smiles and Blushes!!
Expansive smiles and blushes pink bedecked on two faces apart,
Birthdays they do share and in goodness that reeks you cannot tell them apart!
Assignments may hound us but the spirit shall not say its last,
The college reverberated ‘Happy B’day Manisha and Amey’ for now till eternity and to last!
P.S: Amey did manage to hunt through piles of wrapper paper for a gift beloved at last!!!
:-)
No hounding me please :-)
Birthdays they do share and in goodness that reeks you cannot tell them apart!
Assignments may hound us but the spirit shall not say its last,
The college reverberated ‘Happy B’day Manisha and Amey’ for now till eternity and to last!
P.S: Amey did manage to hunt through piles of wrapper paper for a gift beloved at last!!!
:-)
No hounding me please :-)
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