Cliched yet different!

Just came up from a long session at the mess table with everyone narrating their love stories. I got all mushy at the end on how sweet every relationship was. Also, I realised how a common link ran through the building of relationships. It was almost as if there were random combinations of the same parameters. Maybe that is a very non romantic way of looking at it, but its true.

Every relationship can be divided into two categories-with senior and with batchmate

With batchmate: It starts with the inevitable bonding during some arbit project in December. Infact statistics will show maximum anniversaries during December. Maybe some Christmas spirit spills over to India also. Meals together, night outs, movies. The project gets ditched, but the relationship reaches completion..

With senior: Some fundae for some company, resumes, scholarships, fundaes for insti activities, MI seniors, dept seniors. Intellectual sessions leading to the gal being impressed. Resume gets made, schols get awarded and you get hitched in addition..

The weird thing is that inspite of every relationship story being cliched, with the same tricks and games being played, yet its still so sweet and beautiful to listen to..!!

Hats off Cupid!!

For the unphoenix

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs
Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls

These are lines by Saeb-e-Tabrizi, a seventeenth century Persian poet while praising Kabul.

These are the lines that Laila, the protagonist of A Thousand Splendid Suns remembers when she is returning to war torn Kabul after the US forces have defeated the Taliban there.

These are the lines that every citizen can find befitting to describe his/her home nation.

Just finished reading this touching bestseller in which Khaled Hosseini has tracked the history of Kabul from 1980s to now. It seems a pity that a country so beautiful is destroyed and shattered by war. All because of power play. Power play, a game that twists your conscience and breaks all your moral bindings; wrenches the heart right out of your body and hurls it away.

In such times of adversity, what does it take to survive? Laila survived. She did not come out unscathed or unscarred. Memories of the terror, nightmares of the massacres continued to haunt her, but still she learnt to live with hope again. She still had the courage to come back to her home country which had taken away everything from her-her parents, her youth, her freedom. But that was Laila. She was undefeated by the war demon. What about the thousands who succumbed to the terror the demon yielded? What about the thousands who didn't have the courage to return? Everyone is not a phoenix.

And for those unphoenix(pardon narrative license), I mourn today.

PS: Bunked a CAT class to finish the novel and write this blog. Back to the world of books, I am loving it!

Midsem week!

Disclaimer:This is written for the sole purpose of cribbing!

I don't like studying..I don't like exams..and I don't like people who make me J by going out and having fun when I cant..

I want something good to eat..I want to sleep..I want to finish my novel..do anything but study..

Those were the best days of my life!

Innumerable night outs....

Shameless oversleeping and running for lectures..

Ridiculous reasoning to get tests postponed..

Absolutely absurd excuses for coming late to class..

Flippantly forgetting about quizzes..

Reckless rush for last minute submissions..

Constant cribbing about mess food..

Leisurely loitering at lakeside..

Walking around getting drenched in rains..

Cursing the unfair sex ratio..

Teasing everyone and anyone nonchalantly..

The first crush..the first date..

The first cigarette..the first drink..

Complaining about everything the institute had or did..

But loving it even more every moment ..

There are countless intangible things that we take away with us from IIT Bombay apart from the degree. What we are when we enter, and what we become, as we leave this institute, are two completely different personalities. And definitely, the change is for the better. Lord only knows the reason for the change, for such an amazing grooming—whether it’s the campus, the academics or the impressive seniors who always show us how much more we can improve.

Whoever be the magician, the institute has cast a spell on each and every person who has stayed in it. A spell which keeps calling us back to it, forcing us to miss it daily. For our mission, we are hoping to remind everyone of the magical times(if they need any reminding!) so that people will shell out some money to give something back to the institute.

WRITTEN FOR SARC(Student Alumni Relation Cell) FOR THE FUNDRAISING CAMPAIGN

One for the cravings!

I am one of the worst people I know in terms of food cravings..

Thai vegetable rice
Black forest pastry
Cheese pasta

That makes it Pop Tates, Red Box and Pizza Hut

Presently, I have people who listen to my whims and take me out to satisfy these urges. And I live in Bombay, where cravings can normally be satisfied by a single auto ride. Dunno how long this will last. Thats why I want the future to be like the present. Always..

Story of a free spirit

Flying high
Across boundaries
Breaking barriers
Breaching bonds

Running- a free spirit
Memories washed away
Feelings drenched
Awakened, strengthened

Lilliputian issues forgotten
Towards a greater purpose,
I walk ahead
I rise alone

Adeos 2007, Welcome 2008!!

2008 deserved a new template..
2007 was an amazing year and I hope 2008 continues the same way..
Will be an eventful year with internship, CAT and placements..
Hope the good luck continues!

PS: They should have released the movie welcome in 2008..then they could have advertised "Welcome 2008 with Welcome" :D:D