Just Another Blog

I am back home for the mid semester break these days and enjoying every bit of it by indulging in what i describe as “Zilch”, except sleeping and sleeping and yes bit of both!!

A week back home , nothing eventful about it, but yes full of incidents worth mentioning from my perspective-

Big things come first. My first journey by “AEROPLANE”, from Delhi to Lucknow. It was just an hour flight of which I slept for almost half an hour, 15 minutes on eating those ninety rupees Veg-Sandwiches, which I only bought to celebrate my first air journey, 10 minutes in looking at the people around, air hostess especially, a tall fair young lady, hair tied in a bun and wearing a blue saree, magazines, seat-belts and last five minutes expressing my gratitude to Wright Brothers for such a magnificent invention.

My sister described me as one of the most hapless souls after I failed to get even a single buzz from some very peculiar type of female species existing on rediff bol, even after trying out umpteen ishhtylish nick-names from my dictionary.

I repeated a mistake which I committed long ago when I read Paulo Coelho’s By The River Piedra I Sat Down & Wept. I read another book of his, Eleven Minutes, knowing that I don’t belong to that esoteric group who understand this genre and yet again I slept for 2 hrs after reading it. My head felt so heavy as if Paulo Coelho himself hit me with a sledgehammer as a comeuppance for committing the crime of not only picking up his book but also reading it. Though I did not understand much of it but there is one thing that I understood “We can either be a victim of a situation or We can be an adventurer in search of a treasure that is unknown”. I think after reading this book I became a victim in search of a treasure that I later realized belongs to Master Coelho and his disciples only.

Queen Pankumari rules our house when it comes to Entertainment and TV. Women Empowerment and Emancipation is the motto everyday and NDTV Imagine, Colors, Sony, Star Plus are the tools to implement it.

“Slumdog Millionare’s” actress Frida Pinto in contention for the role of the next “Bond Girl” in the upcoming 007 movie, courtesy India TV. India TV further says “It would be a proud moment for India if Frida Pinto plays the role of the Bond Girl as none of the Indian actress’s in the past have been lucky enough to darn this coveted role”. INDIA TV ROCKS!!

Chelsea, Manchester United, Liverpool and Arsenal enter the quarterfinals in the Champions League, following them are Barcelona, Porto, Villarreal and Bayern Munich. Awaiting for some serious football action. FUDGE IS ON!!

Lastly, I got this new epithet of being diplomatic in my words. Circumlocutions are what I have been indicted with and Politics is what I have been suggested to seriously consider. To this I would say that I prefer being called a diplomat than to be called “Extremely Emotional”.

Leaving for R-land on 15^th. Cognizance from 20^th March. Some great FIFA action in store for the hallowed Ganga Gamers. ALL THE BEST!! (of course to myself only!)

Winds of Change...

The month of Cupid is actually about to get over and now i have began to write this post which i actually intended to post weeks before. This classy case of procrastination can only be attributed to my apathetic behaviour towards my very own brainchild , which i narcissistically referred to as the "Mavericks Space".

Almost 55 odd days have passed since i last wrote something, and finally it's today that i decided to break free from the fetters of laziness, climb up the ladder of craziness, put my thinking cap on, and overcome what a "sweet" friend of mine regarded to as the "Writer's Block". So from where should i start considering the gamut of details that i have inside this tiny brain of mine.

Lets start from the start.

January, marked the advent of a new year , engendering new hopes , people making resolutions which too often turn out to be too ephemeral, and the month which ultimately brought some halcyon moments for yours truly marking the end of a gruelling survey camp. Then came the registrations and as usual the same old classes in the hallowed Deparment which seems to be suffering from a bout of gerontocracy since 1847. I certainly regard January as the month of "novelty" for the degree of newness that it brings to each one of us in thoughts as well as in actions. While i speak of novelty in actions i do mean it and i have a classic example to justify my point. It was 31st January, and i was to visit the "sweet" friend of mine the next day and at the same time had to inform my mother about this stating that the sole reason for my visit was to meet my "sweet" friend. With gargantuan courage and copious optimism i called up my mommy and asked for the permission. I don't know what went through my mother's mind, was she impressed by my courage and positivity, or did she listen to me properly, or was she really moved by my veracity, but what came as a reply from her side was perfectly affirmative. I must confess that the conversation that i had with my mommy certainly introduced in me a new confidence and led to a manifold increase in my faith in the person whom i trust the most in this universe. So that was January infusing a new confidence in yours truly.

Came February, the month of Cupid and more recently the month of Bajrang dals and Shiv Senas. For yours truly it was the month of meeting my "sweet" friend, giving mid-semester exams, month of penitence, month of sponsorship's, month of some really good brain racking quizzes, and yes the month of Pokemon aka Pikachu. February began with an eventful morning when, i , after many a days witnessed the serene alpenglow, surpassing the beautiful-est of beauties. The ambience as well the whirlpool of thoughts inside bestowed me with a feeling of being in empyrean. The series of events that followed certainly made me feel better except the last one and perhaps the one before it. The next few days were the days of academics exemplifying the arrival of mid-term examination, a quarterly phenomenon coercing people in R-Land to actually put on their thinking caps. Midterm got over and came the sponsorship's and there started the vicious cycle of running after professors for details and contacts of the recession hit corporate world. Amidst all this career-defining events came the ever so familiar LitSec quizzes, organized by LitSec pepole, hosted by LitSec people, Participation from LitSec people apart from few hapless souls with supreme optimism, and finally Won by LitSec people. So that's how almost two thirds of february went past. The last few days gave me an opportunity to polish my "Head Shot" skills in CS under the name "Pokemon-Terror Ka Doosra Nam" and more recently "Pikachu-Pikaa Pikaa Pikaa".

So that's how things have been for the last two months. To end i hope that i get over my bout of procrastination and rejuvenate this Space for i believe that "It Is A Mavericks Space".

Movie With Masti.........

My worst movie experience till date has been in Kota, while i was in class 11, when i witnessed one of the greatest oops!! wrong adjective, one of the longest bollywood movie of all time LOC. Star-studded with a special attraction when our very own bollywood Jawans freely used expletives to express their vent for our neighbouring country, though I couldn't comprehend even a single, thanks to the superb sound system of the theatre in which i was and the ever so familiar beep-beep-beep-beep. To add to my experience was the seat on which i was sitting plus its location, an iron bench located just at the entrance of the theatre. Though J.P. Dutta tried every possible formula for his movie, even including the name of umpteen Gods mentioned in the hindu mythology, but still he did not succeed and the movie was a big failure and as far as i was concerned it gave me a backache which kept me on bed for a day or two. After that i pledged never to watch a movie in Aakash, the dilapidated old theatre almost in a defunct state now.

Now this new year myself along with my friends went to Haridwar to watch Ghazini, need not to mention how excited each and every one was to watch the movie. Chitra, the theatre named, it was almost the size of a single storeyed house from outside, in a decrepit condition, cobwebs embellishing the walls, red bettle stains hither and thither, in short in a condition that in no time reminded me of Aakash. Here again to add to my misery came everyones decision to buy a stall ticket, though Barra showed some resistance but Baddy listened to none. I was silent for the images of Aakash were floating in my mind, the only hope for me was the movie, and Aamir's presence was a like a silver lining in the dark cloud. I kept myself engaged talking to Bhrigu Raj about the movie, trying to divert my attention from the ambience which in no time was flooded with hundreds of people, all eagerly waiting for the door to open so that they could rush inside to occupy their seat which followed the system of FIFO, First In First Occupy.

Atlast at 3:13 the door opened, with sincere adjurations to God of my safety, i jumped and in no time the wave of enthusiastic crowd took me inside and their i was taking long breathe standing inside Chitra, so chillaxed as if i had won a battle, but a feeling of apprehension was still over my mind. The seats were wooden this time with iron supports, so i would say something positive for me. I occupied a back seat and instantly the lights were off and taaaaaaan-tanaaaaaaaaaaaaa it was Ghazini time. Aamir appeared on the screen and the theatre echoed with whistles clappings hooting, people cheering each and every manouevre of his. Truely a great atmosphere and something that i missed watching a movie in a mutliplex with the crowd their sitting as if they are watching some sort of a stage play. Certainly the mutliplex crowd need to learn atleast some part of it. For the next two and half hours the whistling and the clappings just grew louder and louder in intensity and at the end the theatre just echoed with a tumultuous uproar. What an ending i witnessed, not from the movies perspective but from the crowds point of view, what a superb ending the crowd gave to the movie. It surely turned out to be a much better experience than what i had expected but as far as the movie was concerned Aamir was good, but the movie OK, i certainly expected something better from Mr Perfectionist and the Tollywood action scenes better suits their movies only not Bollywood!!

P.S.- Anushka for me is better than Asin....I love her dance in Dance Pe Chance.

P.P.S.- HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF U!!!!

P.P.P.S- HAPPY BIRTHDAY DALU!!

Alvidaa....Alvidaaaaaa

It all started on 23rd and thankfully its over now and here i am celebrating its departure by opening my often-so-silent bloggers mouth and this time on a softer and a lighter note. The occasion being stated here refers to our “end-semester exams” which got over today itself and i am relaxed finally. The past few days surely have been tiring enough for each and everyone of us here at IIT-R but the fun quotient associated with this particular exam is truly unfathomable. For yours truly this time around these exams were a bit special, not because of my extraordinary preparation resulting in an extraordinary performance in all my papers or even few of them, but because it was an occasion when yours truly did few things for the first time. The first and the pioneering one from my perspective being watching a movie a night before the xam and that also not once, neither twice but thrice and i am glad that i watched them. Dasvidaniya was superb and undoubtedly responsible for me watching another classic in the form of The Bucket list and lastly it was Matt Demons action packed The Bourne Ultimatum (it was the 3rd time that i saw the movie). Second thing that happened was a drastic change in the comfort level during xams which i did by fixing the upper limit for the time i woke up everyday, 11’o clock it was, whether i slept at 12 or at 1 or 2 or 3 but 11 a.m. i had to woke up. Then the third one and i would like to thank GOOGLE for this one from the core of my heart. Google books, my only source for Operation research and hydrology when i did not have any book to refer and not even notes particularly in OR, though i got screwed up in OR but that’s a different thing, atleast some confidence is required before the exam, and the books provided me with requisite amount of that confidence.

The past few days were the time when i imagined myself covered completely by soil, coarse or fine grained i still don’t know, and the formulas and theories being compacted in my mind in a completely saturated environment but the permeability of my cranium being so high that everything used to seep away at a very fast rate. I saw myself sitting on a portal frame swaying sideways with a GPS receiver in my hand receiving signals from satellites above and then storing them in a vector or raster data structure in a GIS environment and then using the data stored to somehow calculate the rate of inflation or the net present value of a project or the supply and demand curve.

Ahhhhhhh...... but the exams are over now and finally yours truly gets some rest to recharge himself for the survey camp ahead. Everytime the exam comes it surely ends as a good learning experience for each and everyone of us, for the sole reason that we start studying just before the exams only ;-)......but yes its a mixture of hard work, a bit a pluck, some resilience and finally some fun that makes up this end-semester of ours.

Yours truly bids goodbye to the exams and is not-so-eagerly waiting for it to come again, for learning is a continuous process and i don’t want to miss even a bit of that.

Adieu End-sems :-)

MaVeRiCkS DeSiReS

It was the beginning of 5th semester and my first economics class. While explaining us the use of "economics" in allocating resources which are scarce in number, our professor succinctly ended the discusssion exclaiming human wants and desires are endless so we need economics to use our resources in the best possible way. While i nattered during the complete lecture discussing my grand heroics during holidays with my friend, one thing that did find a way to my eardrum were the words "human wants and desires are endless". An aphoristic phrase with some deep meaning associated with it. Surely desires are endless but then it is the desire only that rekindles the fire within creating a deep sense of urge from inside to go for something and achieve what one longs for.

Now today while sitting aloof in my small cubicle thoughts popped up in my mind. What came to my mind were my desires and what came on my lips were the words "If Only I could..........". So it goes on like this...

If only I could....

Have a 100% attendance in all my courses in atleast one of the semesters.
Quit this erratic time table that i follow and have something organised.
Sleep at 11o'clock at night and wake up at 7 in the morning.
Get the specs removed from my eyes.
Make a 6 simultaneously with my hand and leg in air . Tried a lot but couldn't control my hand and leg at the same time.
Open my bloggers mouth more frequently than i do.
Hit a perfect smash in a badminton match.
Shout at all those who test my patience to its extremum.
Get 10 wickets in a cricket match.
Type without looking down at the keyboard. (my namse is amriyansh paeth...see i cust doa ir)
Call my mother everyday at 10.
Have my dinner everyday in a week.
Win all my Fifa matches defeating my opponents.
Perform 345*234 in my head.
Stop being polemical in my views towards certain Novak Djokovic.
Mug up atleast 10 words a day for my GRE examination.
Read the newspaper with utmost regularity.
Clean up my room atleast twice a week.
Brush my teeth twice a day.
Throw a paper ball straight inside the dustbin sitting on my chair.
Count the number of emotions explained by a single word Fuck
Comprehend what exactly did VP teach us in the last semester in solid mechanics.
Complete one book before picking up another
Speak fluently at a group discussion or an extempore.
Explain pegasus everything that i want to.
Play a violin or any musical instrument.
Attend all the calls that I receive everyday on my cell phone.
Operate a mouse with my left hand.
Get my railway reservations done on time.
Be a 8 pointer in atleast one of the semesters during my stay here at IIT-R.
Reach my department in 10 minutes on foot.
Have my breakfast everyday.
Explain each and every physics, chemistry and mathematics problem to my sister.
Watch directly at the sun with naked eyes.
Get a hair cut and a shave once in a month.
Call up all my near and dear ones once in a week.
Flush my mind of thoughts that are stale and needless to stay.
Be honest and brave enough to keep all my promises.
Write a poem which has a meaning to it.
Operate the computer without using a mouse.
Be brave enough to accept my mistakes.
Be carefree not worrying about anything in this world.
Crack jokes every now and then.
Reach atop mount everest and shout out loudly.
Explain pepole why exactly do i have a tortoise and an elephant on my study table.
Answer pegasus everything that she questions me.
Raise my voice everytime i find somthing wrong is happening.
Win atleast one of the LitSec quizes.
Be honest to myself when i m sitting alone and thinking.
BE SATISFIED ENOUGH WITH WHAT I HAVE and STILL STRIVE and WORK FOR MORE!!

Well this is not the end its just the beginning of a never ending list. Desires are truly endless!!!

To Novak Djoker....With Love...From Amritansh "The Angel"

NOTE- The things mentioned in the blog are just the writers viewpoint and are in no way meant to hurt anyones feeling. Hardcore Novak fans may consider this blog as purely a work of fiction(though a thorough research has been done before writing this).

First of all my dearest wishes to Mr Cutie Pie of tennis for retaining his world ranking of No. 3 as per the latest ATP rankings which were released a few days back. I never knew he had such a big fan following, before i visited his personal website, which said "nearly three million people have visited this site until today!!". Well i found out many interesting facts as i scrolled down the site especially the about me page. Even, the once invincible, Federer says "he is a complete player" but the point to mark out "BEST AFTER MYSELF AND RAFA"......O Master Federer You Truly A Genius To Have Uttered My Thoughts. Ahhhh but O Master Federer why have you been so modest, "Best after urself and Rafa only", i doubt, i knw modesty is the need of hour for you, but i have many other names in my list. The other piece of interesting fact that i came to know about Mr Cutie Djoker is about his dream...Whooo Hoooooo hold your breath " WANTS TO BE No. 1 IN THE WORLD". To this i just wish that the actual truth dawns on this obstreperous soul very soon in the near future, for he really needs to realize that. Now everyone has their idol, and so does Novak Djokovic. His choice is American Pete Sampras (says “I like his serve and behaviour on-court!"), one of the best players of all time, and lately he has mentioned Andre Agassi as an inspiration. Now i really respect the choice of his, two of the best athletes that the entire sporting world would ever see. But Master Novaks "on-court" behaviour, i mean if u have someone of the stature of Sampras as your idol then atleast be prudent enough to emulate him in the best possible way. His actions making mockery of the players like NADAL, Sharapova, his ever so enchanting on court masquerades, surely earns him giggles of few hapless souls on the court ( as well as the the sobriquet "Djoker") but in the long run it begets nothing but a deep sense of fulmination which can only be jettisoned if he truly behaves as a gentleman on-court as well as off the court.

Well many of you would be pondering as to why i am being so sinister and vitriolic in my remarks towards Mr Novak. To this i would only say his victory against Master Federer in the Australian Open is responsible for this. Why??? I dont know. But thats the reason.

Well but even after so much of censure-ism one thing that i really like about this ebullient soul is his energy and vigour everytime he steps in to play and his jocular nature, every time he appears before a bunch of media person. Being No. 3 in the world amidst the players of the class of Roddick, Nalbandian, Davydenko, Safin,Murray is no less a feat. No doubt he plays well but improvement is what is required.

Ooops!! Improvement from his side!!! I seriously think its not gonna help him by any means, but on second thoughts i think may be some degradation in the class of RAFA and FEDEX might help him to realize his far-fetched fanciful dreams.

All The Best NoVaK!!

"I".......

Now this is for the first time that i have written something like this, a poem sort of a thing, and i dont exactly know how well have i fared in my attempt. Well to be honest this attempt of mine is motivated by a masterpiece that i read recently in an "About me" column on orkut. Well friends just go through it and do leave a comment, for i want to know how gud a poet i am. May be that would decide whether i could make an increment to the list of features which is often refer to as my character traits, like when i say "I am a ...................." or should i only open my bloggers mouth to embellish this hallowed space with my favourite anecdotes. So here it goes.....

"I"........

Sitting alone in this small cubicle of mine,
Staring continuously at the laptop all the time,
thoughts flooded across my mind,
and took me to the past that i had once left behind.


How good and studious i was,
always came first in all my class,
was a cynosure of everyones eye,
but never really discovered who actually was "I".
Days went by, years passed by,
but never really discovered who actually was "I".


Then came a day when i actually found out,
a place called IIT, which many like me sought,
Diligent i was, so never had any problem,
IIT was in my bag, and I became a champion.
Thougth for a while that i finally discovered "I",
but realized very soon it wasn't that "I",
Days swept by, years rolled by,
Still trying to figure out who actually am "I".


A thousand smiling faces i see everyday,
and i wonder myself are they really happy and gay,
Then comes the questions that troubles me the most,
Does happiness come really at some cost??
If "Yes" is the answer, I m ready to pay for it,
For i want that "I" to be healthy,wealthy and fit.
May be then i answer the very question of "I",
Who actually am "I"??
Who actually am "I"??

May be in my next creation i answer the question over which i pondered in the above poem, or sort of a poem, or better a semi-poem, or a quarter-poem, naah u all only decide what exactly it is, but why should you all decide this.This is my space i m free to write anything, but who will read it, you all only, so comment whatever you want to, but after all that u say finally it is in my hands to decide which one to save and which to delete, but what if you all get angry........Ahhhhhhhhh i shud sleep now its 4:13 in the morning.

Gudnite or shud i say Goodmorning....naahh Alt+F4 and then Shutdown is what is required.