After a prolonged hiatus, I finally decided to cut the crap out of my already messed up life interwined with all the unwanted stuff.People say that live the life in present but I prefer living in the past when the present becomes too unbearable.So,finally I decided to get back to business-Cherishing what I may never have ever again.
It was the April of 2006when I first stepped into the world of opportunities. I had no idea why I was doing this,but somehow I was and was now determined to walk the road with thousands others,like being driven in a herd of sheep.But then,plans and life are like two parallel lines,you spend your whole LIFE , PLANNING but your PLANS never cross your LIFE to be a reality.
I had a proud beginning and was all gung ho about it. A steam of satisfaction whistled out, every time someone reminded me that I was where 50% of the future IITians come from. Being there meant 50% job done.Like I said,I had people around me, that were best in the business, but then, they were not GOOD ENOUGH TO CHANGE “US”.
The word “US” above comprises of a bunch of young blokes who were beguiled by fate into a life they had never ever imagined in their wildest dreams. Well, it’s not that they didn’t have WILD dreams(in fact they had the rarest fantacies,else all of that follows could have never taken place..), but those dreams got WILDER as days went by and even today, the weirdness of their life eludes many who encounter them. It sounds very ostensible to most who mistake it to be a fairy-tale but the fact is, it is an interminable story of transmuting lives in the wake of search of the UNKNOWN.
The first among them,in order of appearance is “YAUSH”. He was the most matured of all, kind of a regular guy,and a smiling face.We developed instant rapport and were such good mates in no time.His logic and reason behind the intricacies of various phenomenon was amusing. His fantasy world was quite opulent and perfect.
The second colour that filled in the canvas was called “NAUTANKI.COM”.He was named so not only because of his activities but also because of his delirious demeanour and an intrinsic rustic charm that makes him the an unforgettable figure.Together, we have fucked up more than anyone else and the trend still continues.
The one that follows is one of my dearest and nearest indeed.Although, the guy had immense potential but he slipped out like sand,when held too tightly in a fist. He was the one who started the nomenclature which you witness here.Known as “ARYAN”, the guy loved being in a different identity. He was voluble, a great friend but childish from flesh to soul.
The next in line is a fellow who, I must say, mutated to a different level after the whole experience.Theres a story behind his name too.He was called “CUTLET” or simply “Cut-too” as we adorably called him. ‘From being a topper at his school to being a doper in our pool’ , his whims and skills have taken a long leap and transformed his life completely.
Introduction to the next one is not that easy. We called him “BHUV” . With a brain as sharp as the sword blade and fulfilling all the requisites of a talented engineer, he stood a great chance lest he was thwarted by…..well, never mind!!!
The last in the line but still one of the most impetuous of all of us was “PLAYER”. You see, we could'nt even figure out a name for him. I refer to him as Player because of his flawless strike in every game he touched. Ranging from Pool to Cricket, you name it and he could play it. He together with NAUTANKI made an impenetrable wall. The priority was to expand and to explore, unmindful of the consequences.
YAUSH and ARYAN were a part of the same world but occupied a different territory but the rest four dwelled in a world of their own. The ecstasies of our togetherness spell bounds all of us till today and will continue to do so. The magic created can never be lost but be spread around in anecdotes that follow….
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Sunday, October 25, 2009
POST MART....(Words fail me......but still....)
"Why is the number of replaceable hydronium ions called as the BASICITY of an acid and not its acidity?"
The above question totally changed the course of my life.I never thought that my brain could churn out an answer to such a question.I say so because even today,when the same teacher asks the same question to young brains sitting in the room where I sat once,there are blank faces and those who dare to answer,arent even close to getting it right.
I still remeber the correct answer,which brewed in my brain out of no-where.It is called the basicity because the number of replaceable hydronium ions is the capacity of how well it can neutralise the base,thereby giving it the name BASICITY OF AN ACID.
If you still wonder how can such timid act of intelligence be a life changer,then you are not to be blamed as it is a natural reaction............................
I had left Mart and joined St Paul's Academy at Ghaziabad.
I was a well to do student with an above average scoring abilities and all the skills that may be required to fulfill the expectations of an ordinary middle class parents.I played more and studied less still I scored more and bothered less.Everything was going on effortlessly butter-smooth,until one day,my tutuion teacher asked me the above question and he eventually REDISCOVERED me.
He never imagined that one could possibly answer it as none before me were able to satisfy his query and hence it was his firm belief that only the Einstein or Newton of today can answer it.So,to his surprise,he thought that he had got hold of some genius.Like an ideal mentor, he told me to leap into a battle which was meant for such Einsteins and Newtons only.
The battleground was KOTA and the reward of the winner was the prestigious IITs.To my great amazement,I was able to enter the warzone but was quite unsure of my worth as a Warrior.
Like Arjun,I had the right guidance of Dronacharya.My MASTERS were the best in the country.IITians themselves,they were the best faculty of BANSAL CLASSES.But then,I guess I was no Arjun at all.
Intial days were quite enthusiastic.Like the newly wed couple on a honeymoon,I and my books had a good time together.I had married three brides namely PHYSICS,CHEMISTRY and MATHEMATICS.Just as the new bride,the questions in my assignments would also seem unfamiliar but still quite alluring and I would easily coax into their solutions.Especially the Physics lady.The Mathematics was never my favourite but i feel backstabbed by Chemistry.
The above question totally changed the course of my life.I never thought that my brain could churn out an answer to such a question.I say so because even today,when the same teacher asks the same question to young brains sitting in the room where I sat once,there are blank faces and those who dare to answer,arent even close to getting it right.
I still remeber the correct answer,which brewed in my brain out of no-where.It is called the basicity because the number of replaceable hydronium ions is the capacity of how well it can neutralise the base,thereby giving it the name BASICITY OF AN ACID.
If you still wonder how can such timid act of intelligence be a life changer,then you are not to be blamed as it is a natural reaction............................
I had left Mart and joined St Paul's Academy at Ghaziabad.
I was a well to do student with an above average scoring abilities and all the skills that may be required to fulfill the expectations of an ordinary middle class parents.I played more and studied less still I scored more and bothered less.Everything was going on effortlessly butter-smooth,until one day,my tutuion teacher asked me the above question and he eventually REDISCOVERED me.
He never imagined that one could possibly answer it as none before me were able to satisfy his query and hence it was his firm belief that only the Einstein or Newton of today can answer it.So,to his surprise,he thought that he had got hold of some genius.Like an ideal mentor, he told me to leap into a battle which was meant for such Einsteins and Newtons only.
The battleground was KOTA and the reward of the winner was the prestigious IITs.To my great amazement,I was able to enter the warzone but was quite unsure of my worth as a Warrior.
Like Arjun,I had the right guidance of Dronacharya.My MASTERS were the best in the country.IITians themselves,they were the best faculty of BANSAL CLASSES.But then,I guess I was no Arjun at all.
Intial days were quite enthusiastic.Like the newly wed couple on a honeymoon,I and my books had a good time together.I had married three brides namely PHYSICS,CHEMISTRY and MATHEMATICS.Just as the new bride,the questions in my assignments would also seem unfamiliar but still quite alluring and I would easily coax into their solutions.Especially the Physics lady.The Mathematics was never my favourite but i feel backstabbed by Chemistry.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
LIFE IN THE CRADLE OF MART!!!!!
Well,this is my first job at blogging.I dont really know what professional blogging is,but i would do it in my own inimitable style.
To start with,let me tell you that i was born in a place where life was rather simple and straight but now i am somewhere where life has become much more complicated.Well,those who know Lucknow and Ghaziabad distinctly,would inarguably agree with me.
I was,like any other ORDINARY child,a decent boy with even more decent habits and a very normal attitude.But,I shall admit that i was always fortunate with my education(until the later part of my life).I started slowly but then i stepped into a world of "AWESOME".Yes! I shall proudly claim that I entered LA-MARTINIERE BOYS COLLEGE,LUCKNOW.That was the place which opened the gates of my imagination and I got to learn things that are inexpressible in words.Today,i thank the teachers for fining students on even uttering a word in hindi at the school.I remember,how we use to grumble under our breath and curse the headmistress for all this, but now I just thank them for inculcating some rare skills which are indespensable in this era of cut-throat competition.Also,even though it was a boys college,i had my first encounter with my DREAM-GIRL there itself(although, by now I have had several such encounters with many differnt dream-girls...hehehe!!!).La-Marts is well known for its co-curricular activities and it was the SCHOOL CHOIR which gave boys a chance to fulfill their covetous dream of witnessing a pool of charming ladies and may be, it was vice-a-versa for the Girls college.I still remeber her name(but,naming her here might spread my word so I avoid it).I can go on and on about my life as a Martiniere but i guess other matters like sports day events and Hashmen Parade sheild wont be of much interest to most.But yes,I must admit that I tasted a piece of HOSTEL LIFE there and it did sharpen my ....well...everything....hahahahaha...!!!!!
Also,when you have a father who is on tour for 20-25 days a month and a mother who is too homely to face the world alone,not much of a choice is left for you but to face the small difficulties alone.By small difficulties I mean,travelling about 16 kms away alone from home to college and changing the private transport bus twice. At an age when parents usually dont even want to leave their siblibgs and would cling onto their small fingers in the throng,I was hanging onto the gates of the buses and negotiating with the rickshaw pullers to take me to my school where i was student of THIRD STANDARD.But then,i guess i had this special ability from the very begining because one day,I WALKED back home.Approximately 16 kms,a load of a bag that was weighty enough for a third grader and the blood sucking sun of summer but nothing seemed to deter the enthusiasm of innocence that got the better of me.I took approximately three hours to reach home and felt like I should be awarded a Noble Prize for saving money,for an unprecedented effort and for the incredible feat that I had achieved.But,that wasnt to be.The next day my Headmisterss got to know about my so called 'accomplishment' and instead of patting my back,she called my parents to sign a NO RESPONSIBILTY agreement which said that if ever something happened to me during the to & fro journey,the college would not hold itself responsible.To my surprise,my parents signed it unhesitatingly.Its not that I am blaming my parents for being so careless about me,as some may perceive because they themselves had very little choice but to succumb to the circumstances that prevailed then but all I am saying is that all this made me wiser than my actual age and I had started facing the heat even before many in this world could even think of it.So,the Martiniere era was the casting mould that gave a perfect shape .
My life post Marts and pre Kota isnt much worthy of divulgence.I was rather under wraps.May be it was the incubation period under the cocoon so that I may develop proper skills to pace myself for the drastic changes of which i was oblivious of till I finally faced them.But,ST. PAUL'S ACADEMY,Ghaziabad did have one positive effect.I dont really know whether it was because i was grooming well or was it the people around this place but I had my first lessons on life long friendship in this city only.But here too,the Mart effect always landed me in an advantageous position.All in all,the years in school at Ghaziabad were SIMPLE FUN.Being a co-educational institution,it also helped me slowly diminish my hesitation towards the opposite sex and made me realise the many facets of a boy-girl relationship.Obviously,the broad mindedness helped me enhance my perceptions at the very same time when I was growing towards maturity.Talking of maturity,i must admit that i have been mentally far ahead in sensibility of matters as compared to my age because of my regime during the Mart days.
To start with,let me tell you that i was born in a place where life was rather simple and straight but now i am somewhere where life has become much more complicated.Well,those who know Lucknow and Ghaziabad distinctly,would inarguably agree with me.
I was,like any other ORDINARY child,a decent boy with even more decent habits and a very normal attitude.But,I shall admit that i was always fortunate with my education(until the later part of my life).I started slowly but then i stepped into a world of "AWESOME".Yes! I shall proudly claim that I entered LA-MARTINIERE BOYS COLLEGE,LUCKNOW.That was the place which opened the gates of my imagination and I got to learn things that are inexpressible in words.Today,i thank the teachers for fining students on even uttering a word in hindi at the school.I remember,how we use to grumble under our breath and curse the headmistress for all this, but now I just thank them for inculcating some rare skills which are indespensable in this era of cut-throat competition.Also,even though it was a boys college,i had my first encounter with my DREAM-GIRL there itself(although, by now I have had several such encounters with many differnt dream-girls...hehehe!!!).La-Marts is well known for its co-curricular activities and it was the SCHOOL CHOIR which gave boys a chance to fulfill their covetous dream of witnessing a pool of charming ladies and may be, it was vice-a-versa for the Girls college.I still remeber her name(but,naming her here might spread my word so I avoid it).I can go on and on about my life as a Martiniere but i guess other matters like sports day events and Hashmen Parade sheild wont be of much interest to most.But yes,I must admit that I tasted a piece of HOSTEL LIFE there and it did sharpen my ....well...everything....hahahahaha...!!!!!
Also,when you have a father who is on tour for 20-25 days a month and a mother who is too homely to face the world alone,not much of a choice is left for you but to face the small difficulties alone.By small difficulties I mean,travelling about 16 kms away alone from home to college and changing the private transport bus twice. At an age when parents usually dont even want to leave their siblibgs and would cling onto their small fingers in the throng,I was hanging onto the gates of the buses and negotiating with the rickshaw pullers to take me to my school where i was student of THIRD STANDARD.But then,i guess i had this special ability from the very begining because one day,I WALKED back home.Approximately 16 kms,a load of a bag that was weighty enough for a third grader and the blood sucking sun of summer but nothing seemed to deter the enthusiasm of innocence that got the better of me.I took approximately three hours to reach home and felt like I should be awarded a Noble Prize for saving money,for an unprecedented effort and for the incredible feat that I had achieved.But,that wasnt to be.The next day my Headmisterss got to know about my so called 'accomplishment' and instead of patting my back,she called my parents to sign a NO RESPONSIBILTY agreement which said that if ever something happened to me during the to & fro journey,the college would not hold itself responsible.To my surprise,my parents signed it unhesitatingly.Its not that I am blaming my parents for being so careless about me,as some may perceive because they themselves had very little choice but to succumb to the circumstances that prevailed then but all I am saying is that all this made me wiser than my actual age and I had started facing the heat even before many in this world could even think of it.So,the Martiniere era was the casting mould that gave a perfect shape .
My life post Marts and pre Kota isnt much worthy of divulgence.I was rather under wraps.May be it was the incubation period under the cocoon so that I may develop proper skills to pace myself for the drastic changes of which i was oblivious of till I finally faced them.But,ST. PAUL'S ACADEMY,Ghaziabad did have one positive effect.I dont really know whether it was because i was grooming well or was it the people around this place but I had my first lessons on life long friendship in this city only.But here too,the Mart effect always landed me in an advantageous position.All in all,the years in school at Ghaziabad were SIMPLE FUN.Being a co-educational institution,it also helped me slowly diminish my hesitation towards the opposite sex and made me realise the many facets of a boy-girl relationship.Obviously,the broad mindedness helped me enhance my perceptions at the very same time when I was growing towards maturity.Talking of maturity,i must admit that i have been mentally far ahead in sensibility of matters as compared to my age because of my regime during the Mart days.
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