ya , i did run a marathon.i dont know yet how i did it . but it was just like a blast of spirits in me that took me to complete it. though it was held for a some cause(i feel too boring even to tell that) but i had some other causes too.
sincerely speaking it had came out of no sportmanship, though we were to be given a t-shirt n caps but let me tell that i m not an idiot to run that fucking n exhausting 5 km marathon just for t-shirt.
actually one more important reason was tasting red bull. yes ,that energy drink.i have no shame in telling that our condition was like that of paupers at that time. the time was beginning of semester when the "kharcha" becomes suddenly high.
yes, though the legal "kharcha" itself is high but friend you know we are simple students, after coming from home, beginning a new semester makes us so excited that going on without a beer party doesnt seems fair...
but at that time beer etc had also finished along with money . so when somebody said that the red bull tastes like beer , i dont know of others but i could not hold and so decided to go fully devoted for marathon.
yes, all do get fucked in marathoning but we got fucked before marathon(and later raped) when we found that nobody is being given a t-shirt(yaar truly felt very ired at that time as i didnt wanted to stink my own shirt)it was to be given on completion to first 50 participants.
though the no. 50 seems to be pretty large but it unfortunately gets pretty low when u run with 500 people. the condition gets worse when u happens to be the one doing it for the first time.
in these conditions though our balls had shrink but we had a struggling nature especially when the chance to taste a beer like drink has come . so all was set n the gun was fired.
there were 2 laps to be covered , first lap was started but was i really running?everybody was passing me , sprinting fast. looking as i was running on rotating belt or something.
irrespective of evryone i ran slow n steady. as there were many so yells like "hey! y u pushing?", "hey! better control ur elbow" was common. adding to my frustration i could not get that energy drink as at all check points it was made finished. the same story was in 2nd lap too(dont know whether they had even brought it)
it may be my over sensitive vision, but to me it seems no longer a normal marathon but a "jaan bachao" marathon, there was a bulk of participant at the same speed(unfortunately with me). if i would have fall down then surely i would have got crushed too. unfortunately, one did fell down. "oh ! poor man got fucked ." now i do got scared. dont know what had happened to me (as if i had got drunk 3-4 red bull from somewhere )i ran really fast.
run! run! run!run! was all going in my mind. when all this had stop i was finally given that bloody t-shirt. and yes i had come under 50.
i hadnt expected me at all.....yaar i became truly happy that time and found many things to be excited for like i had come under 50, won a t-shirt , all this without any energy drink but on the contrary what came out from my mouth was " m gone" and i fell down.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
POLTU SEASON:finally found a stand
just yesterday i was taking lunch in my mess. i found a friend next to me. we went through normal conversation , suddenly he said " yaar i have done much in cricket, i won many matches for hostel. "
i was little surprised. i guessed from where these words came from..it had no point in conversation it had come suddenly , then i remembered ..oh it is poltu season. so his all other words were as expected . " yaar to mere ko hi vote dena " campaigning for mess secy and taking support of his cricket achievements as if the mess secy is required to play cricket in the mess. "tere ko nhi dunga to kisko dunga , u r my dude " were my words which was also as expected.
but i was wrong as the other contestant for the same post was also my dude. this is the problem persisted from years in iit when some people often get confused b/w friends.
but we had found the solution . we had made another party , our party. no ,this party was not to stand their own contestant but was just asking the contestant for the treat i.e the real party
the explanation was simple. all contestant were our friends and no one was insincere, all had the capacity to run that post.
then what was our gain? should we as always get pitifully confused. no, it's time to get little bold. its working too as sincere candidates sincerely promised us for the treat and the other one who unnecessarily chit-chat fled.
me being the memeber of the party , you may be expecting the usual words (though very early), so i say " Do join our party".
i was little surprised. i guessed from where these words came from..it had no point in conversation it had come suddenly , then i remembered ..oh it is poltu season. so his all other words were as expected . " yaar to mere ko hi vote dena " campaigning for mess secy and taking support of his cricket achievements as if the mess secy is required to play cricket in the mess. "tere ko nhi dunga to kisko dunga , u r my dude " were my words which was also as expected.
but i was wrong as the other contestant for the same post was also my dude. this is the problem persisted from years in iit when some people often get confused b/w friends.
but we had found the solution . we had made another party , our party. no ,this party was not to stand their own contestant but was just asking the contestant for the treat i.e the real party
the explanation was simple. all contestant were our friends and no one was insincere, all had the capacity to run that post.
then what was our gain? should we as always get pitifully confused. no, it's time to get little bold. its working too as sincere candidates sincerely promised us for the treat and the other one who unnecessarily chit-chat fled.
me being the memeber of the party , you may be expecting the usual words (though very early), so i say " Do join our party".
Friday, March 6, 2009
My First Hukka Presentation
all problem has been set by this word "hukka" only. it appears as this subject is like a real hukka but at the end it does cost something. in the 3rd semester it was my c.g.
quickly coming to point ,at the end of 3rd semester, s.g.p.a of mine along with some close pals had gone critical. the reason again was "hukka"- a term used for humanities subject in iitd. hukka term was used bcoz there was nothing hard to study in this subject so it can be done just as taking a hukka at d famous SDA market.but we being a silly group in 3rd sem took every subject as a hukka to the extent that the fear of fakka begin to come even in hukka .
so at the starting of the 4th sem we had made our mind , every deeds must be done to hold the head high.
by d way let me tell that i dont have a low c.g.p.a. but the feeling that i could have done much better also keep waking me(though i used it "chutiyayiing" in the hostel all the night).
so all was concluded ,enough is enough, we will start a new story from now. the first step was taken to choose a super chill hukka for the sem. our silly group got divided into 2 with 2 of us taking contemporary fiction as our humanity course. we took it as we both had interest in novels and thought that suddenly straining ourselves into other psychological books would not be a good decision.
we began to enjoy the stories of the subject until one day the announcement for the presentation was made. it was no usual presentation. it weighed 20 marks out of 100 for entire course.it was a attracting offer just i hr of presentation and 20 marks in. as we had hope for bein a 9 or 10 pointer in the subject so attempt should have been made to get all the 20 marks.
but from our hostel we were only 2. in our group we had just one more 2nd yearite apart from us. so it was obvious to include him in our group as he was my friend too. then the search for the 4th and last one begun.
this turned out to be our senior, "benjo", a maddu. i said him maddu as i am very sure he wont visit this blog, but unfortunately if he does let me tell u he is an english debating champ.
before 2 days of presentation we started the preparation as we were more "despo" for that 20 marks than a single "bandi". but the normal word that strikes me regarding our work is that we are bloody fuckers, unless our ass is on fire we wont run even a little fast.
one was given the presentation on author, i was given the summary of story and the other 2 the critical analysis. i being one of the bloody fucker tried to read the story late at night, slept over it so tore it too. finally i opened a website and copied it.
i remained chill for the one and half day until our great Benjo changed everybody's powerpoint and replaced it by his own.the most sorrowful part of it was that i come to know about it just 1 hr before the presentation. i saw the presentation every single word was changed.
i became very nervous and psyched too. i didnt say anything nor i wanted too but when commented "see he has been fucked . tu kar lega na yaar" . i could not hold anymore "yes ...you all have fucked me, bastards....now let me see what i can fuck up now".
i ran quickly to my room and stared murmuring the prsntn. just at 1 pm (which was the presentation time) we left our hostel in hurry. nobody trying to say anything negative, boosting each-other spirits. from far away we saw the venue, a lecture theater, headed towards it in full spirits, little bit of anxiety as if thats the castle which is to be conquered. with spirits and head held high we entered the lecture theater. but to contrast the teacher greeted us with full ire.
the class was full, we had a prsntn and we only had come late . this was a boost not to the spirit but to the anxiety. we quickly made arrangements apart from hearing the comments of the so much disciplined guys(bloody people who had so much spare time to come on time jus to hear our prsntn). so finally introduction to author was nicely done by Jeetu. now it was my turn. after facing all these fucking situations and my 1 hr preparation my throat had sat down. i greeted them with few words and realized that i have recovered my voice. speaking to so much bloody despo students who are so anxious to listen i began to give to give it more interestingly. though i did miss out some points but the mam was too lazy to notice it.
now filled with a feeling of gratification and anxiety for our last part, i handed over it to our other 2 members. but i had forgotten that it was Benjo n Talati. the smooth and tension less speech with involvement of body language, they made the presentation more impressive in fact very impressive. now what..... as the prsntn ended up mam with full enthusiasm clapped heavily followed by a large bulk of audience.
wow! that was the feeling, the feeling giving the real goose-bumps.
so as obvious we got excellent comments and got 20/20 in that prsntn.getting out in a modest manner outside the class we suddenly rejoiced in celebration and again looked at that lecture theater as if conquest has been made to the castle and the surprise was that we the fuckers had made it.
quickly coming to point ,at the end of 3rd semester, s.g.p.a of mine along with some close pals had gone critical. the reason again was "hukka"- a term used for humanities subject in iitd. hukka term was used bcoz there was nothing hard to study in this subject so it can be done just as taking a hukka at d famous SDA market.but we being a silly group in 3rd sem took every subject as a hukka to the extent that the fear of fakka begin to come even in hukka .
so at the starting of the 4th sem we had made our mind , every deeds must be done to hold the head high.
by d way let me tell that i dont have a low c.g.p.a. but the feeling that i could have done much better also keep waking me(though i used it "chutiyayiing" in the hostel all the night).
so all was concluded ,enough is enough, we will start a new story from now. the first step was taken to choose a super chill hukka for the sem. our silly group got divided into 2 with 2 of us taking contemporary fiction as our humanity course. we took it as we both had interest in novels and thought that suddenly straining ourselves into other psychological books would not be a good decision.
we began to enjoy the stories of the subject until one day the announcement for the presentation was made. it was no usual presentation. it weighed 20 marks out of 100 for entire course.it was a attracting offer just i hr of presentation and 20 marks in. as we had hope for bein a 9 or 10 pointer in the subject so attempt should have been made to get all the 20 marks.
but from our hostel we were only 2. in our group we had just one more 2nd yearite apart from us. so it was obvious to include him in our group as he was my friend too. then the search for the 4th and last one begun.
this turned out to be our senior, "benjo", a maddu. i said him maddu as i am very sure he wont visit this blog, but unfortunately if he does let me tell u he is an english debating champ.
before 2 days of presentation we started the preparation as we were more "despo" for that 20 marks than a single "bandi". but the normal word that strikes me regarding our work is that we are bloody fuckers, unless our ass is on fire we wont run even a little fast.
one was given the presentation on author, i was given the summary of story and the other 2 the critical analysis. i being one of the bloody fucker tried to read the story late at night, slept over it so tore it too. finally i opened a website and copied it.
i remained chill for the one and half day until our great Benjo changed everybody's powerpoint and replaced it by his own.the most sorrowful part of it was that i come to know about it just 1 hr before the presentation. i saw the presentation every single word was changed.
i became very nervous and psyched too. i didnt say anything nor i wanted too but when commented "see he has been fucked . tu kar lega na yaar" . i could not hold anymore "yes ...you all have fucked me, bastards....now let me see what i can fuck up now".
i ran quickly to my room and stared murmuring the prsntn. just at 1 pm (which was the presentation time) we left our hostel in hurry. nobody trying to say anything negative, boosting each-other spirits. from far away we saw the venue, a lecture theater, headed towards it in full spirits, little bit of anxiety as if thats the castle which is to be conquered. with spirits and head held high we entered the lecture theater. but to contrast the teacher greeted us with full ire.
the class was full, we had a prsntn and we only had come late . this was a boost not to the spirit but to the anxiety. we quickly made arrangements apart from hearing the comments of the so much disciplined guys(bloody people who had so much spare time to come on time jus to hear our prsntn). so finally introduction to author was nicely done by Jeetu. now it was my turn. after facing all these fucking situations and my 1 hr preparation my throat had sat down. i greeted them with few words and realized that i have recovered my voice. speaking to so much bloody despo students who are so anxious to listen i began to give to give it more interestingly. though i did miss out some points but the mam was too lazy to notice it.
now filled with a feeling of gratification and anxiety for our last part, i handed over it to our other 2 members. but i had forgotten that it was Benjo n Talati. the smooth and tension less speech with involvement of body language, they made the presentation more impressive in fact very impressive. now what..... as the prsntn ended up mam with full enthusiasm clapped heavily followed by a large bulk of audience.
wow! that was the feeling, the feeling giving the real goose-bumps.
so as obvious we got excellent comments and got 20/20 in that prsntn.getting out in a modest manner outside the class we suddenly rejoiced in celebration and again looked at that lecture theater as if conquest has been made to the castle and the surprise was that we the fuckers had made it.
Oh no .....I am an IITian!!!
Oh no ….i am an IITian !!!!
Yes …..i being an iitian said this…Wrong I said this bcoz I am really an IITian,it’s a proof. now until I get more frustrated let me quickly tell you a story .
Story begins with me (wow! I am leading a story ,nvr mind if its my own) when at a hopeful atmosphere I saw my class 10th result. Obviously it had come unexpected.
So as usual my parents bcoz of being like any other Indian parent decided to “compel” me to go for IIT.
Though I liked math more than any other subject but I didn’t know it was just like a “bakra” taking a bath before going to butcher shop.
Hmm…but the story isn’t that much sour. The sweet part came I met a gal . a bakri ,in this context , at coaching. Though I found her sweet only for a year. But she gave me a thrust to work harder n so at 8 april 2007 I was cut, I made it to iit,
Wow…now at IIT the ,so expected, glamorous and chill life was begin to start . I met all the boys of department and interacted with them , then encountered more boys , interacted with them encountered more but wait !!! I think god has created two sex….but where’s the another ????
That was the question which went unanswered until I began to search for it. To whomever I asked I get a pitiful consolation “dear but u r an iitian “.
But I have a struggling nature …..Go to hell ..wat an iitian ..i begin to curse that another sex y y y y .y couldn’t had God given them some extra brain , y couldn’t they had cracked jee? Oh my god yyyy????
I concluded that even god was partial . apart from giving boys some……some…some…..a..a..a..a….extra piece of mass, god gave us extra brain also ….i begin to throw my frustration by calling that another sex dumb, fool etc.
But wait the story isn’t again that much sour . then I began orkutting , yes, that social network , which i discovered was the bloody answer . now what started chatting, chatting n chatting but found another but sweeter gal.
Yes, then I understood that wat that another sex had got which we hadn’t. then the smooth , delighted n joyful story started . I begin to encounter more feelings which I had only listened . oh that goose-bumps which was not due to fear…..that perspiration coming but not due to high temperature ..etc…. but wait ...this was going only through that bloody social network ORKUT!!!
I hadn’t met her yet !!! what if I would met her ??? this was completely different as had happened earlier when I was a just a bakra
u might want to know the story ahead ,But dude what happened next isn’t the matter of concern but what had happened was more important . oh no … I m an IITian!!!
Yes …..i being an iitian said this…Wrong I said this bcoz I am really an IITian,it’s a proof. now until I get more frustrated let me quickly tell you a story .
Story begins with me (wow! I am leading a story ,nvr mind if its my own) when at a hopeful atmosphere I saw my class 10th result. Obviously it had come unexpected.
So as usual my parents bcoz of being like any other Indian parent decided to “compel” me to go for IIT.
Though I liked math more than any other subject but I didn’t know it was just like a “bakra” taking a bath before going to butcher shop.
Hmm…but the story isn’t that much sour. The sweet part came I met a gal . a bakri ,in this context , at coaching. Though I found her sweet only for a year. But she gave me a thrust to work harder n so at 8 april 2007 I was cut, I made it to iit,
Wow…now at IIT the ,so expected, glamorous and chill life was begin to start . I met all the boys of department and interacted with them , then encountered more boys , interacted with them encountered more but wait !!! I think god has created two sex….but where’s the another ????
That was the question which went unanswered until I began to search for it. To whomever I asked I get a pitiful consolation “dear but u r an iitian “.
But I have a struggling nature …..Go to hell ..wat an iitian ..i begin to curse that another sex y y y y .y couldn’t had God given them some extra brain , y couldn’t they had cracked jee? Oh my god yyyy????
I concluded that even god was partial . apart from giving boys some……some…some…..a..a..a..a….extra piece of mass, god gave us extra brain also ….i begin to throw my frustration by calling that another sex dumb, fool etc.
But wait the story isn’t again that much sour . then I began orkutting , yes, that social network , which i discovered was the bloody answer . now what started chatting, chatting n chatting but found another but sweeter gal.
Yes, then I understood that wat that another sex had got which we hadn’t. then the smooth , delighted n joyful story started . I begin to encounter more feelings which I had only listened . oh that goose-bumps which was not due to fear…..that perspiration coming but not due to high temperature ..etc…. but wait ...this was going only through that bloody social network ORKUT!!!
I hadn’t met her yet !!! what if I would met her ??? this was completely different as had happened earlier when I was a just a bakra
u might want to know the story ahead ,But dude what happened next isn’t the matter of concern but what had happened was more important . oh no … I m an IITian!!!
Mtv Roadies
in my childhood i watched serials like mahabharat very enthusiastically , i enjoyed when the great war mahabharat took place (ofcourse on screen).
this hurled me to be broader and i begin to watch other sort of program ...sci-fi like shaktiman, batman etc.
coming to the other and last sort of progaram that is saas- bahu serials which used to be played for maximum no. of hours than any other category of serial (thanks to my mom). i take pride in saying that i hated it. actually i hated it even more than my break-up with my gal friend (dont take it in usual sense as in my case she was the only gal which was my friend).
since then i deeply suffered the boredness of TV serials as nobody came with any other aspect. my brother and i began to get bored until we found a new game.
this was an innovation of our boredness. what we begin to play was to switch on the tv , watch any movie or program n guess the next scene.
but against expectations this went to total failure when we both begin to win the game simultaneously.
we begin to put our quality time on studying and thats why my brother went JMI eng. college and i qualified JEE. (this was the secret i m disclosing to all who had never expected n were shocked when i made it to IIT)
though it helped in this way but still somewhere in our heart WE(now a greater group growing from just me n my bro to my pals at iit)deeply wished for an interesting serial. a serial which would not only be thrilling , unpredictable n interestin but also would help us in some way.
this was the story until i first saw Mtv roadies .
BOOM*****BOOM****BOOM
yo...man ,,,here the story completely changes , Mtv now goves a totally different aspect of serial to not only to india but also to viewers all over the world who had nearly become anti-tv or nearly anti-social(thanks to saans-bahu type serials)
but now roadies rocks!!! raghu along with ranbijay rocked by coming with an idea that...........................................................
no man this is it.....if i really didnt bore u then go for roadies and complete this article ha !
this hurled me to be broader and i begin to watch other sort of program ...sci-fi like shaktiman, batman etc.
coming to the other and last sort of progaram that is saas- bahu serials which used to be played for maximum no. of hours than any other category of serial (thanks to my mom). i take pride in saying that i hated it. actually i hated it even more than my break-up with my gal friend (dont take it in usual sense as in my case she was the only gal which was my friend).
since then i deeply suffered the boredness of TV serials as nobody came with any other aspect. my brother and i began to get bored until we found a new game.
this was an innovation of our boredness. what we begin to play was to switch on the tv , watch any movie or program n guess the next scene.
but against expectations this went to total failure when we both begin to win the game simultaneously.
we begin to put our quality time on studying and thats why my brother went JMI eng. college and i qualified JEE. (this was the secret i m disclosing to all who had never expected n were shocked when i made it to IIT)
though it helped in this way but still somewhere in our heart WE(now a greater group growing from just me n my bro to my pals at iit)deeply wished for an interesting serial. a serial which would not only be thrilling , unpredictable n interestin but also would help us in some way.
this was the story until i first saw Mtv roadies .
BOOM*****BOOM****BOOM
yo...man ,,,here the story completely changes , Mtv now goves a totally different aspect of serial to not only to india but also to viewers all over the world who had nearly become anti-tv or nearly anti-social(thanks to saans-bahu type serials)
but now roadies rocks!!! raghu along with ranbijay rocked by coming with an idea that...........................................................
no man this is it.....if i really didnt bore u then go for roadies and complete this article ha !
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