5 stages of getting drunk

Stage 1 - SMART
This is when you suddenly become an expert on every subject in the known Universe. You know you know everything and want to pass on your knowledge to anyone who will listen. At this stage you are always RIGHT. And of course the person you are talking to is very WRONG. This makes for an interesting argument when both parties are SMART.

Stage 2 - GOOD LOOKING
This is when you realize that you are the BEST LOOKING person in the entire bar and that people fancy you. You can go up to a perfect stranger knowing they fancy you and really want to talk to you. Bear in mind that you are still SMART, so you can talk to this person about any subject under the sun.

Stage 3 - RICH
This is when you suddenly become the richest person in the world. You can buy drinks for the entire bar because you have an armored truck full of money parked behind the bar. You can also make bets at this stage, because of course, you are still SMART, so naturally you win all your bets. It doesn't matter how much you bet 'cause you are RICH. You will also buy drinks for everyone that you fancy, because now you are the BEST LOOKING person in the world.

Stage 4 - BULLET PROOF
You are now ready to pick fights with anyone and everyone especially those with whom you have been betting or arguing. This is because nothing can hurt you. At this point you can also go up to the partners of the people who you fancy and challenge to a battle of wits or money. You have no fear of losing this battle because you are SMART, you are RICH and hell, you're BETTER LOOKING than they are anyway!

Stage 5 - INVISIBLE
This is the Final Stage of Drunkenness. At this point you can do anything because NO ONE CAN SEE YOU. You dance on a table to impress the people who you fancy because the rest of the people in the room cannot see you. You are also invisible to the person who wants to fight you. You can walk through the street singing at the top of your lungs because no one can see or hear you and because you're still SMART you know all the words.

A Class Apart - Something I wrote for the Yearbook......its copyright material.....or should I say right to copy material ;)

We like to believe that our Computer Science and Engineering batch is the best batch this college has seen in a decade, not only in academics but in every field. CSE batch 2009 can claim to have, seen and won it all. We have won all prizes which were there in robotics at the IIT Kharagpur fest, two Santosh trophy medals, innumerable coding quizzes, football tournaments – you name it and we’ve been there done that. Wherever the students of our batch went, it seemed that they were on a date with Success.
What you’ve got till now is that our batch is a storehouse of diverse talents. Talent as you know is always discovered – it is unearthed. And this is the process that we have been involved in for the past four years. It is a transition so drastic that it has had a profound influence on our personalities and the way we think. Nevertheless, there are students who still managed to keep their talents concealed despite our efforts of constantly bringing them up.
Some of our classmates from the South who didn’t even know Hindi are bonds in speaking the same now. Those who did not even know how to handle a laptop have become the best coders in Orissa, winning several prizes at national level competitions. Time and again, we disproved Prof. R.N. Mukherjee’s college life graph. We have an amazing football team, awesome Table Tennis players, cricket connoisseurs, basketball wizards; and many of them discovered their talents in college itself.
On September 7th,2005 when we first set foot in the city of temples, most of us had no idea what engineering was all about. Most of us became engineers just because we were good enough to be engineers, some were genuinely interested and others just came here for a laptop. Some of our friends who came through AIEEE got their first shock when they heard about the sky scraper like fee structure. But somewhere we were at the same level- confused people oblivious to what we would be learning in college.
To keep the spirit of studenthood alive, we had groups. Just like Karan Johar had an affinity to the letter K, our batch had a affinity with the letter L. The letter L was named, renamed and manifested in various unmentionable forms. And we have kept the spirit of the letter L alive. In our dictionary, there is plenty of room for politics, and the word “group” always has an ‘L’ preceding it. We fought often, ranging from decent verbal abuse fights to close wrestling matches – primarily due to three reasons – girls,alcohol and ego. Many couples owe their relationship to a black eye or a knee scar.
Coming to relationships, it seems that our batchmates finally found out the answer to the perennial question –“ Why engineering?” – and the answer was unanimous- Love. We discovered that an engineering college was a place where love could truly blossom. Be it at the lab, in the beautiful shrubs of KIIT’s dense lawns or over the phone – love was always in the air. Some did it out of desperation, some did it out of sheer curiosity and some( a very lucky group of people) out of true love. We brought a third dimension to it as well. Some noticed that the GPAs of some students increased drastically after they were committed. So they followed suit.
The first major event which we had to handle was the Class Representative election or the CR election. We had 4 CRs in all. Kunal Mishra was the CR of CS1. Krypton could well had been his middle name as he had all the characteristics of the gas – chilled out and inert. He was an outsourcing person and outsourced most of his work to CR no. 2 – Mayuri Kothari. Mayuri was the two in one CR – and was always helpful in mass bunks and exam cancellations. Vivekanand was the Tata Nano CR of CS-2 as he was born out of dispute but weathered the storm. Shayari De Sarkar of CS2 was a born CR. Need we say more?
Our class was a class of characters. We had people who had 100% attendance come what may, we had people who had 0% attention come what may. In a class where lectures (yeah that’s what they are called) were a rarity in itself, we somehow managed to produce 60 nine pointers in a semester. Our worth was not only visible on paper but in practice as well. We discovered the art of storing answers in mobile phones, hacking into the Linux servers to get net access in the morning, and extracting results out of the university server before they were published. Lakshya here deserves a special mention as this was a temple of knowledge for many.Some of them loved the place so much that they joined there to spread gyan.
We evolved with time. Xerox notes were soon replaced with e notes and soon people forgot their own handwriting. The once revered laptops lost their importance. Some of us discovered the wonders of smoking, drinking and getting high. Our class soon became the class of planners. We did a lot if planning – a CSE picnic for example but such projects never got implemented due to non alliance of all the political parties. Our diplomatic skills were constantly on the rise as we had witnessed two sine-dies which taught us the beautiful intricacies of student politics. The girls of our class headed a morcha in protest against the silent atrocities committed on them by our college in the form of dress code and stringent entry timings. We truly salute such a sporty and mod spirit of womanhood.
Our faculty was an eclectic mix of chaos and charisma, knowledge and no-ledge and funny and wannabe funny professors. Some really gave us a tough time while others had the usual chilled out approach towards the students. The most awesome person in our department was our HOD, Prof. M.N.Das. He was a man who had empathy for the students. We feel he was one of the few professors who knew what it was to be a college student. With him, we always knew that we had a safe guardian of the department. He could be funny and serious at the same time. Had he not been there half of our class wouldn’t have reached the eighth semester.
While looking back at the last four years at our alma mater, which has done so much towards shaping our careers and lives, we take a moment to relish the past.We easily count these years among such a glorious bunch of people as the best years of our lives. So as we bid adieu to this super-talented, super- amazing batch of youngsters looking to get a grip on life, we wish them the very best of love, luck and life.

Pointlessness is Good !!!!

Hmm......What to write.....!!!
After a long time I am falling short of words to express myself...Now that is very unlike me. I wonder why? I don't know how these past few days have been. I really have no idea. I've never been so high and so low at the same time. I've never experienced such incontrovertible ecstasy or such a growing pain somewhere in the middle simultaneously. It’s as if I am falling down a bottomless pit, frantically waiting for the next moment of my life, smiling at me with a new set of problems. Have you ever been in the middle of nowhere at some point in your life? That’s exactly where I am. Well, the next time your there, you'll find a sign what’ll say - "I was here too!" That's me now.

That apart, I am happy to say, that I am a graduate now- not that it has much significance though - I knew it would happen, but a "feel good" reflection anyway. There have been a lot of changes in my lifestyle for the past few days, though I am aware of none of them personally. I have been told by those close to me that I have suddenly started staring at abstract things (like a fan) for no reason, for long periods of time(especially during exams), I have been watching fewer movies, I have become active on Gtalk, I have been travelling a lot( thanks to my interboos), and I have suddenly become excited as never before. Whether this is a temporary phase or a permanent nomenclature, only time will tell. But it is something which has been occupying a lot of my mind lately - this sensational feeling, butterflies in my stomach kind of a thing. I've got a better interpretation - imagine a trapeze artist doing somersaults in your stomach. Yeah - that's it. Your insides squirm and churn as if you've just been on a rollercoaster. I can experience that thrill now.

A few days back, I had this perennial talk with a close friend of mine about our purpose of studying so much- B.Tech or B.com followed by an MBA. This friend of mine cleverly settled her argument by saying that she was confused. So, I could do no better than salute her "If I get it, I take it up" attitude which placed her so comfortably on the lap of destiny. But hey, I didn't like to think that was the case with me. I did not 'want' to think the same. Yes, I thought to myself," I have always been clear about what I want to do in life". So I said blatantly that I knew since the very beginning that I had the words ' B.Tech' emblazoned on my chest since the very day I was born.

I realize now that I became an engineer just because I was good enough to become an engineer. It wasn't the only thing I wanted to do in life. I became an engineer because it was something I "thought" I always wanted to do, not somwthing I always wanted to do. This just went to show that all was pointless.These four years had been about building up a knowledge base I would never utilise in my entire life. But, it had been a learning experience all the way. I thought about the amount of subjects I had studied and the percentage of implementation of the same in the industry. I got my answer instantly - zero. Who cared about the 5th normal form, whether a sphygmomanometer is used to test mental illness? All the industry cared about was whether we could take on anything new and master it in time - a day before the exam that is J

So , as I bid a humble adieu to these four charming little years of my life, I look forward to a new mode and methodology of taking and giving Gyan - MBA. I don't know what I am getting myself into - as usual. But I know that it is the marketing industry is where I see myself in 40 years from now - not being a pain in the neck of a 22 year old fellow like me, asking him to churn out a gibberish programming code in a language understood only by aliens.

As far as the culmination weeks of these four years of my life go- they have been nothing short of spectacular. Its been a Full on final semester packed with a lot of travelling, ZERO number of classes, lots of mixed trips to Kolkata(arrrghhh), and finally- you know what I am talking about, don't you?

Now, I am really looking forward to the next few days, as they will determine, in every possible way, about what my year is going to be about. As the next few days are about "Results"- which are eventually the only tangible things that matter. They affect the 'other' things that “might” matter so drastically. So, I welcome you all to this oh so endless journey of mine and hope to share with you all the HIGHS and lows of my life.....adios

The Best Years of Our Lives

As we begin to bid adieu to the best years of our lives,

We raise a toast to our alma mater, and its values which have helped us thrive.

We came together into a labyrinth of dreams, with a universal zeal to succeed,

We raise a toast to our dear friends, who were more than friends indeed.

We loved, we fought, smiled and forgot, for we were equals at par,

We raise a toast to the spirit within, which made us what we are.

So as we come to the end of an epoch, four years with a life of their own,

We raise a toast to our destiny tomorrow, the seeds of which we have sown.

We wish you a life full of hope and success, of a life of your dreams,

We raise a toast to our batch 09, which is indeed the cream of creams.

The Moment of Truth

"Slumdog Millionaire(SM) does not show the real India". "SM is poverty porn".- These are some of the many things which caught my eye when I read the reviews of the
"toast of the world movie" - Slumdog Millionaire. So the one perennial question which orbitted my mind was - "What is the real India?"
So hush up and lean closer to your window screen my friends, for Iam about to tell you precisely albeit concisely, what India is all about.

Cliches are cliches as they are true. There is an old cliche about India - Anything you say about India, the opposite is also true.We like to think of ourselves as an ancient civilisation but we are also a young republic; our IT experts stride confidently into the 21st century but much of our population seems to live in each of the other 20 centuries. Quite often the opposites co-exist quite cheerfully. We have a cricket team which has the potential to win 15 matches in a row, but also the amazing vision of losing against Bangladesh. We have a railway minister who cannot pronounce "Harvard" correctly, but has given a lecture at that very place on how he turned the Indian Railway system into a money making machine.And I guess it is due to this attitude that India is what it is - A Proud Developing Nation.

Ours is a culture which elevated non-violence to an effective moral principle (read Gandhi), but whose freedom was born in blood and whose independence still soaks in it. We are the world’s leading manufacturers of generic medication for illnesses such as AIDS, but we have millions of our own citizens without access to AIDS medication, another two million with TB, and tens of millions with no health centre or clinic within 10 kilometres of their places of residence.

And yet, clichés are clichés because they are true, and the paradoxes of India say something painfully real about our society.

We are just not good enough. What we lack fundamentally, we try to make up by giving quotas, making expansive manifestoes, not casting votes, moving out of the country, and so on and so forth. So if a non Indian is reading this- Yes, India does have the slums show in Slumdog Millionaire, but if you have as much as half an ounce of self esteem, you would not step in them.

The SCMHRD interview.....15th Feb 2009...8:30am

I'll start off with the case study. It was based on distributing a bonus of Rs.8000 among 3 employees of a bank for outstanding performance in raising funds. There were profiles of 6 candidates which were given. We had to reach a consensus regarding 1. rank of the employee , 2. the amount to be paid to each. 

We were able to reach a consensus on the ranks of the employees but not on the amount. Overall GD rating - 3.5/5 ( personal opinion)

The PI was very industry centric - though I didn't have any work-ex.

P1- Panelist 1 - a young man - around 35-36. 
P2- Panelist 2- a much older person - around -50-55 
Me.

P1- Please Please...come come in..take out ur cell phone......keep it on the table.......Sit down ( My posture was perpendicular- upright- with my backbone as straight as a ramrod)......Please Please relax....sit back..

(Takes my CV)....Andddd tell me something about yourself.....and don't make any mistakes..(why did he have to say that...as if my entire interview would depend on whether I used a metaphor correctly)...

Me: blah blah..parents background...

P2 - So, Ankit, where is this Kalinga Institute of Industrial Technology?..
Me: Its in Bhubaneswar Sir...

P1- You have excellent acads - and consistent too...(9.23,9.23,9.23)..
Me: Those are CGPAs sir. My SGPAs are higher. I came second in the university in a semester.

P2( impressed): So how did u get admission in KIIT?

Me: Through AIEEE sir.

P2: What was your rank?

Me: 93XX sir..

P2: You have good acads .......So how come such a bad rank...

Me: It may sound cliched but I actually fell ill before the AIEEE. but I recovered in time. And I think I did quite decent..

P1- (Grinning....Whispers something to P2)
P2: Ok......So why did you not go to an NIT?

Me: I was getting NIT, Srinagar sir.....Parents did not allow as it was a sensitive area....

P1: O.k......So Computer Science.....why computer science..?

Me: Iam a logically sound person..

P1: O.k.....(hands me out a puzzle).....half a minute..

( I solve it half and the time's up).....

P1: Ok...I just wanted to know the way you would approach it....

P1- So, considering you are a logical person( note the sarcasm), why is you father's title Sharma while yours is Bhardwaj?

Me: ( thot for a moment.......aise mein kya bolu....?).....Oh sir, many people ask me the same question.....(lol).....Actually, bhardwaj is my Gotra....so I can use it...

P2: What is gotra?

( where the hell is this going?)

Me: tried to explain the historic period with the hierarchy, and the different clans.....for example- the sweet makers had the title "halwai"...we had bhardwaj..

P1: So Bhardwaj as in the bird( again with tons of sarcasm)...

Me: yes sir. Metaphorically, we were considered to be as free as birds.....(Bull****) 

( Laughs all around)
P2: So, you are from jamshedpur....your dad works with Tata Motors......Give 3 things which have influenced tata Motors in a Big way in 2008...

Me: I listed out 3- the Jaguar deal, the tata Nano project and the Block Closure issue....
P2 gets interested in the block closure thing...I explain it well...)

P1: ok...tell me.....how much would a Jaguar cost in India....?
Me: Around 25 lacs sir..
P1: What would be the number of vehicles coming out?
Me: Around 150000-20000 a year sir...
P1: So that would amount to?
Me: ( calculating the no. of zeroes with a pen and paper?)
P1: It can be calculated mentally...
Me: 5000 crores sir...
P1: Oh come on....its not....five thous....or is it( yessssss)...o.k.....5000 crores it is..So how much profit would the company make??

Me: Around 1000-1200 crores sir...And this would help negate the losses made due to the block closure..
P2: O.k...So why MBA...?
Me: Sir, this question takes me 4 years down the line...
P1: Please.....don't take us 4 years down the line......just tell us why MBA( he smiles)
Me: blah blah( served with whipped cream and chocolate sauce)
( both seem satisfied)..
P1: O.k....which stream are you looking at?
Me: Marketing....
P1 and P2 - (both smile as if I just cracked a joke.)
P2: Speak for one minute on "Kalinga"
Me: I started off with Kalinga being another name for Orissa....then a metaphor for Strength, Valour, Integrity, Culture.....spoke about the Kalinga War( interrupted by P2)
P2: who was in the kalinga war...
Me: I know one king was Ashoka....donno the other...
P1: Ok stop( thank God)...What other calls have you got?
Me: IIM S, SP Jain,IMT, SIBM Pune, Nmims...
P1: O.K. Ankit anything else you want to ask us?
Me: Blurt out a question I think was sensible.....regarding the pedagogy at SCMHRD...
P1: Ask the seniors......they know better than us.....we are not from scmhrd...(oops!!!)
P2: It was nice talking to you Ankit.....(Looks at my cell phone...looks at his....both are the same...z550)
P1: (gets interested) Oh k..same cell phones.....urs looks older...
P2: No, mine is older......wen did u get urs???
Me: November 2006...
P2: O.k....I bought it b4 that...but never mind.( I was kinda zapped....)

Thank yous exchanged.....
and then I stepped out....

"Secular India"- an oxymoron

Well, today, I am about to share with you, a story; a story which had a profound effect on my image of India and its self proclaimed, so called Secularism. And you know what the best part of this story is- its not from India.

I know what you are thinking - we're in for another history lesson. Well, in that case, you can give it a pass. Whatever we are today, we are because of our culture, good or bad, we’ll have to take it as a tablet, the consequences of taking it- we do not know, reason being that half the drugs in India are fake.

Every story has a hero – this one has archeological engineering as the protagonist. The story takes us to Egypt – to the ABU SIMBEL temples- massive rock temples in Egypt on the Lake Nasser. As the Taj Mahal has Shah Jahan and Mumtaz, Abu Simbel had Pharaoh Ramsses II and Queen Nefertari. And as a villain , we have the Aswan High Dam.

A time came when the southernmost relics of this human civilization were under threat from the rising waters of Nile that were about to result from the construction of the Aswan High Dam. The salvage of the Abu Simbel temples began in 1964, and cost some USD $40 million. Between 1964 and 1968, the entire site was cut into large blocks , dismantled and reassembled in a new location . Some structures were even saved from under the waters of Lake Nasser. Today, thousands of tourists visit the temples daily. Guarded convoys of buses and cars depart twice a day from Aswan, the nearest city. Many visitors also arrive by plane, at an airfield that was specially constructed for the temple complex.

I read the above paragraph in a reading comprehension in a mock cat conducted by my institute. I looked back and thought about the feat which the Egyptians had accomplished. I did a bit of research and found out that these temples were actually belonging to Nubians and not Egyptians. But still – they preserved it.

They justified it by saying that it was a part of their culture. So they HAD to preserve it.

And We Indians demolished a mosque – The Babri Masjid.

And we call ourselves secular.

Here lies an example of sheer contrast, where a country strives to preserve a piece of stone as it a part of its culture, and another, which strives to destroy its culture behind the monstrous visage of Secularism.

The image of the burning Babri Masjid reigns supreme in every Indian. We are abashed, yet helpless. Every time there is a terror attack on India, it is justified on the grounds of the Babri Masjid. This is indeed the sorry state of our country. This is the real India. And as long as we don’t make an attempt to preserve what is ours, we will forever be called a Land of snake charmers.

A belated New Year wish!

I often tell people back home that Bhubaneswar has just three seasons- hot, hotter and hottest. It was December and ‘hot’ was on. I got back from Jamshedpur (my hometown) on the 26^th of December through an overnight journey and the transition of weather could be felt halfway into the journey itself.

I like Bhubaneswar. Its clean, well maintained, green and has wide roads- a prerequisite if you love bikes the way I do. It was my first New Year Celebration out of Jamshedpur.

And as I just kick started the “New Year” topic, I am coaxed into looking back at 2008. The year has been in the shape of a sine wave, replete with a beginning of highs and a somewhat lull phase towards the end. The positives- I got placed, I maintained my gpa, I studied hard for MBA entrance exams, and yeah - I thought that I had found love(metaphorically), but then realised that it was a mere infatuation. Also, my brother got married – which was the best thing that happened last year.

But it was also not without its lows- I suffered from jaundice, I could not ace cat the way I expected to, well thats it- no more things to regret.I learnt a lot in 2008 but I doubt I became wiser. I think I can take a lot of positives out of last year and hope to build on them in future.

So, 2009 is not without resolutions. And before you think that this is just another quintessential post on New Year resolutions, then in the words of Bart Simpson – “Eat My Shorts!”. So here goes.

Firstly, the things I’ve learnt in 2008.

- If you think you can, you can. If you think you can’t, you’re right.

- Having an ego is the exact opposite of showing that you have an ego.

- Love is Comfort and I like being comfortable[:)]. Infatuation is unlike love. You never "feel" it.(update- 04.04.09)

- The universe doesn't care about you. And nothing's more benevolent than that. Stop expecting sympathy/support from other people. Rely on yourself.

- Creativity isn't something you are born with. You acquire it through observation and imitation.

- My instincts are my best guides, and nothing is more powerful than dedicating them towards something. I will not suppress my instincts.

- If I work hard now, I can relax later. If I relax now, I’ll have to work hard later.

- I must care about people who care about me.

What I plan to do in 2009:

- Get into a decent B school. (update(04.04.09) - IMT- G - waitlisted :( )

- Always have a plan B ready.(update(04.04.09) - hmm...donno if I have to.)

- Enjoy every moment in college I bid adieu to KIIT.(update(04.04.09) - consider this done)

- Be a bit more sensible when it comes to love ( update(04.04.09) : I am living up to this resolution.)

A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL…

WHY LET HIM SING?

Why let HIM sing??

Hello people….

So why DOES HIMesh Reshamiya want to sing?? For all those who have NOT heard him sing (a very, very lucky group of people) this is just another satire on some celebrity. But for those who have heard the scratchy, croaked and often disdainful voice of the prodigy with a nasal twang, I am sooooooooo sorry, but just like and me and many others, your expectancy has gone down just another notch….

He perpetually stormed into the music world with his songs in 'Aashiq Banaya Apne' and had tarnished many a paint on tarmacs of the music world. But the problem is the he refuses go away with it. And what more his nasal stretch is often so long that it doesn't stop until the listener's cheeks burn with the silent imputation of parsimony that he has to bear (seldom hear ) it all. The irony is that this prodigy has never spurned his back on singing in spite of repeated pleadings, requests and innumerable death letters. Reader's note: I myself have been involved in giving structure to four different plots to modify his vocal cords..

1.With a group of Indian militants who believe he is the chief cause of Indo-Pak terrorism.

2. With the tribals of a village in Gujrat who claim that whoever sings his songs on a full moon night, he dies….or is metamorphosized into a werewolf.

3.With Anu Malik and Bappi Lahiri, who had immovable confidence that they sing zillion times better than him. ( Cmon, I needed supporters).

4.And finally, with President Bush(HIS MAJESTY), who claims that Himesh has a complex diazo compound in his vocal cords which is a component of the deadliest nuclear missile ever made. Hail President Bush….Kudos to you…

Of the afore mentioned, I am closest to President Bush to whom I owe an apology, Himesh Reshamiya is but an Indian.

Coming to his so called achievements, he won the award for best singer and best music director in the Filmfare awards and the MTV Asia awards….

Gosh!!! Though it's nothing new with film fare, but how could MTV stoop so low???

Even our very own Pratik can sing better than him.(I doubt he’ll agree).

Though our very own Anu Malik comes next: zero talent but loved by EVERYBODY.

Now coming to his appearance, glittering in his shervani and his black cap with the mike inclined to him at an obtuse angle, he looks insidious. Even worse than his sickening, blood curdling voice, are his unobtrusive, lame and baseless videos…

Every artist has his own statement to make and he does so with the help of his videos.

But how can one even tolerate the lyrics which go like: " I love you Sayyonee…koi shaq ..Whassup"…. Through this Himesh proudly shows his mental capacity (which is that of a two year old) and lives upto it in his video.

And as if that were not enough, the moron decided to act. No wonder the extra zzz in his movie Karzzzzzzz are justified- not that I watched it, but that’s beside the point.

His breakthroughs are not only limited to the world of music but he has made even the doctors' victim to his songs….The perpetual question being: through which part of his body does he breathe while he is singing??

And finally, if you know Himesh Reshamiya, please get him to read this so that we can live happily ever after……Amen!!!

Cheers ,

Ankit Gaurav Bhardwaj

bonjour

Hi all,

Welcome to my blog- The Halcyon Years. I hope it meets your expectations (touché if you have none). So this is what, in formal jargon, known as the ice breaker .

So let me tell you what this blog is going to be. You can expect fair criticism, biased criticism, yearbook flashbacks, love letters, past crushes( followed by my poor conversion rate), confessions, my true “loue” , pol-khols, grueling slangs, beeped reports(innumerable asterisks), Anushka Sharma,MTV, gossips, opinions, photo sessions,  movies, cricket, comments on over smart assholes who can’t understand this blog, underachievers who think they own the world (its time to give you people what you deserve) ;and just about everything under the sun.

I’ll try to keep it simple but intriguing, innocent but malicious, dark but humorous and at last- not completely but mostly true.

So, useless as it may sound, I hope this blog may be an eye opener for some particular people, a platform for introspection among others. Oh please! Iam not your guidance counselor- Get a life! Will you.

Have a great time!

Ciao