Baby's day out...

Rite nw, d sports fest is on in our college... N since i dont play neither soccer nor table-tennis for d team, i m one of the most idle people around this time... However, an empty mind is home to the devil... N in my case, d devil is lucifer himself :P
Ystrday, i decided to just head out on myslf n see d real goa, far from beaches, booze, babes n shack parties... I searched d internt, found dis li'l known place called curtorim village 10 kms from d town of madgaon... so i startd alone...
first, d bus tuk an hour to reach downtown... It tuk all my will power not to smoke meanwhile... finally d bus came, i climbed aboard n nxt stop d conductor told me dat its d last one... i felt cheated, fooled, nauseous, hideous, contaminated, victimised, horrified, n dat just sums up wat i felt(maybe i exaggerated too much!!)... bt i got down on a totally unknown spot without any idea when d nxt bus will come... Thn came d great samaritan... he told me dat he wud gimme a ride to the nearby town if i dint misbehave... A request totally ordinary for u, bt to me it meant a whole lot of concentration... At last, d fateful rie ended n i thankfully jumped off the pointy seat :x
taking anothr bus, i reachd madgaon, only to find dat it was another hour b4 d bus for curtorim arrives... again, i "not-smoked", cursed, waited, drank half f d lemonade dat i carried for d trip... At last, dere she was... The MADONNA, gracefully spreading her wheels on d ground, gliding like a banshee on marijuana... i jumped, grabbed a seat n turned on "boulevard of broken dreams"... N thn it all began... I reached curtorim... D village starts wit a lake,


is situated around another lake




and ends wit yet another one...



I sat around d lakes, munching goodies...
All of a sudden, dere's a round of applause in d house behind, n out comes a gorgeous bride, dressed in white, with her hubby in fright... Ok, dat ma hav sounded odd, bt it was rhyming... d bride's father thn ordered d beginning of festivities, n i, a total stranger sitting a bit away from their gate, was extended an invitation too... At first, i thot it was jst a formality... bt thn, d kindly fellow said it was an old tradition to invite all those present in d vicinity till d last minute... I was overwhelmed, exhilerated, ecstatic, surprised, joyous and thristy... So i drank d nice things, ate a few rolls n tuk my leave(after congratulating the married couple, of course!!) :D
Goans rock \m/... who wud've thot dat my day wud turn up lik dis... here's a pic of d house dat had d wedding...


Mayb its d way they paint their houses... Anyways, it was starting to get dark, n i headed out to d highway to return to madgaon... An old fellow on his bike agreed to drop me a bit further towards d town... I climbed again, sat on d not-so-pointed-dis-time seat, n v drove off into d sunset... Two fellows, one thin, one old, riding across the landscape, wind whipping our hair, bike creaking noisily underneath... If i wasnt straight, god knows wat wud've happened :P
Got a bus next, reached madgaon, got another bus, reached vasco.. Had a delicious roasted salad sandwich wit extra cheese... Climbed d bus yet again n finally reached d college campus... Piyush chawla screwed up d last chance of India winning d match... D silver lining was dat India did not lose... ...
D day had been tiring, bt u can never imagine wat a day can do to ur life, especially if u r not into sports :)

Teacher's pet!!... No way...

Since my early years, teachers have had an unusual hatred for me... Some reasons are understandable, but many are yet unknown.. Back in kindergarten, there was one Anita ma'am who used to think I act stupid on purpose(its a different matter altogether that I hated her for being a teacher)... She used to give candies to everyone except me :x
In class 5, the social studies teacher, Asaiya Sir, used to slap me for no reason at all... He had a comical face and it was tough to talk to him without laughing my head off.. If he was dictating notes and I was sharpening my pencil, he used to assume that I was being naughty and liable for a sound beating :(
I developed a knack for sleeping in the history class in 7th grade... And since then, my teacher(Ms. Geeta Soman) threw me out regularly...
Again in class 8th, I used to sleep in the history and civics class regularly... Our teacher, Ms. Zia-ul-haq, who was usually a sport, took it as personal insult and asked me to wash my face, jump 50 times in front of the whole class and stand on my bench for the rest of the class... And it didnt help matters when I scored 54/100 in social studies that year.. my parents were called and the matter even went up to the principal, only because they failed to realise that the reasons behind all dis were the stupidly boring lessons and facts in our textbook... I still dont understand what's the point of cramming all
that crap about who killed whom and who had how many wives??(Although polygamy of the Mughals is very interesting!!).. You could always look up these facts in one book or the other...
Again in class 10th, our chemistry teacher Mrs. Anita Sharma said in our 1st ever lecture-" A fire-extinguisher extinguishes fire!".. The next second, me and my best friend Akshat(yeah, we share the same name and b'day) were laughing our head off... She saw, she came and she conquered... Both of us were standing outside the headmistress's office and our previous records of felony were dug up... Abusive language, disobedience, no respect towards girls, damage to school furniture, playing soccer in class, sleeping during school hours, shabby uniforms, throwing chalk at teachers, blah blah blah blah... And to think that  I was the Prefect Discipline in the school :P
My badge was taken away for a week and we both were made to sit with nerdy girls :'(
I hated this practice in our school... Almost every guy had to sit with a girl.. This was supposed to be good training for us... It only made me develop a hatred towards them(especially those who never cheated during tests)...
Now in college, I havent changed, and neither have my demons... I still sleep in lectures... And still the profs tend to think I deserve punishment.. Some even go to the extent of saying that-" Wash your face, come back and set an example for those who feign attentiveness"... I have already been thrown out 9 times in five semesters.. I just wish I could catch a teacher sleeping during class hours and get to throw them out :D

A heartful conversation

Last night, v were at the Channel V India festival at Cavelosseim beach... it was open to all free of cost... the festival was rocking until mohit chauhan finished n the techno fusion was over... after dat it became a pain in d a**... Our college had the maximum no. of participants in dat fest.. I dont know whether its sumthng to b proud or ashamed of... Proud becoz v lik to njoy... :D
N ashamed becoz at d same time our own technical fest called QUARK was on in the institute n yet v were not attending dat :(
Anyways, cuming to d heartful conversation dat i had wit pareshan asati(u can read abt him in my prev. posts), v were sitting on the reclining chairs at the beach, enjoying the last few rays of the sun... Times like these often make ppl philosophical n introspective(in my case)... Soon v were discussing flat-out on wat gossip does to our thinking... I made that mistake whn i formed an extremely wrong(n cheap!!) opinion abt a girl in our college.. However, after talking to her, i felt ashamed of myslf n those guys who had spread the rumours abt her... this girl was so very decent n pleasant to talk to... One shud never form an opinion based purely n gossip..
Apart from dat, v discussed on whether the so-called bad boys of our society r really so bad??... Basically, ppl strt hating those whom they always wish they were... Dere's dis guy in our college whom everyone loves to hate... yet he is going out with one of the best girls n has opened his own company...
Thn came d part where v talked abt whether ppl who r gud in public actually gud in person... The classic examples were those of Salman Khan, Shahrukh Khan(SRK) and Sachin Tendulkar... Salman has opened numerous NGO's n his family puts in a lot of effort in cancer research... Ramadoss(the health minister of India) accused SRK for promoting smoking among ppl by smoking onscreen... Pat came d reply from SRK himself-"If people start smoking after watching me smoke, why can't they emmulate the hard work that i do ?"... Few days ago, I had heard sum kids say that the only reason they want to be like sachin is 'coz he has got a sexy red Ferrari... Bt they forget the practice sessions and the injuries that sachin faced and the level of devotion he has for cricket... Dats wat made him wat he is today... Before looking at the glitz and glamour of the rich n famous, luk at the amount of struggles they went thru to reach the top.. Dont just follow a particular trait... first luk at the bigger picture... In my opinion, its better to be urslf than to pretend to be sumone whom u r not :)

I too hav a love story...

I stole d title of dis post from a buk by d same name... sum1 really close to me(read dat as special :D) has been reading dis buk n she was d sole factor for writin dis post...
Frnds, lovers, guys n gals, dis world of ours is lik a mountain range n our life is like an echo... wat v get bak from dis world is only d reflection of wat v giv to it ourselves... i know it sounds crappy n philosophical bt jst consider for a moment- if u smile at a stranger on a train or a bus, u r sure to get a smile or at least half a smile... dat works as an ice-reaker n u can either strt a conversation or jst exchange glances(if d said stranger is a pretty lass, for instance!!)... d point is, u made a frnd right dere... on d othr hand, if u dont giv a damn towards those wit whom u might b travelling, a day will come whn u'll wonder y u r travelling alone?? believe me, its as true as our picture on d top of dis blog....
If v spread love all around, most of it is bound to come bak to us in one way or the other...
Another thing that i always wonder is- y d hell m i always d first one to speak in a cnversation?? it really bothers me whn ppl jst stay silent whn they shud b talking... it also gives them a mentally abnormal sort of look n dat makes me laugh.... Silence is best suited to hospitals n libraries... Talk ur heart out, dont wonder whether u'll b laughed at or not!! At least u had d guts to do it... Most ppl, including d dear ol' director of BITS Pilani, suck at speaking in public...
Another thing dat bothers me greatly is dat y r v going away from hindi?? Its our national lingo, d language of d masses... Gandhiji said(n rightly so) dat one needs to b proficient in their national language if one wants d nation to progress... Hindi holds d real roots of our country, be it cultural or political.... So frnds, plz increase ur hindi consumption... I wud also find sum way to write posts in hindi...
Chalo aa k liye itna he... M also sorry for d long delay(altho i dont know how many ppl r reading my blog)...