Sunday, August 30, 2009

Oh my Teens! I'm left in the lurch now! :(

The whole world is full of mysteries, which are waiting to be unravelled! And the most non-understandable mystery is the nature of time. Everyone is said to undergo a transition phase when each decade of his lifetime passes by, which is actually just another day of his life, and makes him a decade older. This is no puzzle, i.e. in a matter of one day, you call a teenager, a youth in his early twenties! This happened to me a few days back. Yes, I turned Twenty last Thursday, and thus in my life, came the end of the road for what everyone call as the happiest period of one's life viz, Teenage period!

People usually lay down their claim that the teenage period is the most blithe and enjoyable period in one's life, as this is the stage before they have to step into the real world which is full of responsibilities, burdens and so forth. There are different perspectives from which you can view this phase of life - it can be to enjoy life to the fullest as it is free of high responsibilities, or it can be made to inure oneself to one's own surroundings, which one is bound to encounter on crossing what they call as the college-age.

When you cross the teenage barrier, People look up to you for results, and not merely potential. There is no word called potential which can survive beyond a certain span of time, without leading to the appropriate results, in this present-day materialistic world. That's the fact about the world which is really hard to digest. If you fail to achieve something significant in your life even with your first attempt, you are bound to be excoriated. So there is a certain need to tread the path of your life more warily and meticulously than ever, so that you end up with the desired success in your endeavours.

I have enjoyed my college life extremely well, even if I'm not a success quotient in my college. Enjoyment and success doesn't need to go hand-in-hand, this can be best illustrated by my life. And what's more, my school life, was far, far better than the present scenario. Now that I have stepped into the hard world of reality, it hurts thinking that I'm not a teenager anymore. I'm not saying that those who have crossed the age of twenty are not happy anymore. But in the general perspective of the world, none can be as carefree as the youth and be free of highly onerous responsibilities as the modern day youths are, and I go along with the world's thinking at present.


Thursday, August 20, 2009

The Bizarre Sathyam Adventure!! ;)

I've never been to a cinema with my gang of college friends till a couple of days ago, which may be felt by many as absurd for a guy like me who knocks around in perpetuum with friends. This grotesque experience of mine happened on Tuesday, the 18th of this month.

It was the eve of the red-letter day of the most popular figure in our gang, Dinesh, better known by everyone as the MASS! ;) Classes ended for most of the guys with the third hour and for some, with the 4th hour. We all decided to spend the afternoon at the Sathyam Cinemas and have a ball. It was decided that we would go to an English movie titled Public Enemies starring Johnny Depp and Christian Bale, unanimously (though I was not involved in the decision-making process). Everyone was furious with Mass for not bringing his car to take us to theatre, and also, for not offering us a birthday-eve treat. :D

This was actually my first ever English movie in a theatre ever since I came to high school, so I was pretty apprehensive about going with them initially. Only after they told that I could easily follow and enjoy the movie, I decided to proceed. Eleven Usual Suspects decided to go to the movie at last and the list comprised of Mass, Arthu, Cisc, Vasanth, Pandu, Santhu, Shyam, Ram, Vicky, Deepak and myself.

We all reached the theatre by 1.50 for the 3.45 show. Halt there Guys! Don't ponder why. It's necessary to reach the theatre 2 hours in advance for a theoretical possibility of getting the 10 rupee tickets! [We're perfect local lads] ;) We were impersonating Rajni and Koundamani (thalaivaaaa!!) while we were in the queue. [Does Mannan strike a note??!! :P] We were the cynosure of all eyes at the cinema, but we're not ones to be bothered by all those! :D

When we reached the ticket counter, Cisc was the one with the money hence he was left the job of buying the tickets. But Lo! There were only 6 tickets for the movie for which we had come! :( Then, in a moment of madness, mass and myself shouted that we would instead go for Kaminey, a Hindi movie starring Shahid Kapoor in a dual role and Piggy Chops. Though this was induced by the highly positive opinions about the movie, We both didn't listen to anyone's animosity and told Cisc to go ahead and buy eleven tickets for Kaminey. The others were extremely annoyed as I was the only one there who could understand Hindi a little better than the others. And, what's more, I am almost an abecedarian in the language. :)

Then, after buying the tickets, without paying heed to all the brouhaha around, we reached Shyam's house which is within a stone's throw from the cineplex. [I wish I own a house there, Lucky fellow Shyam! :(] All the other guys were locked up in a room and doing something, God alone knows what! And being an ardent cricket fan, I started to watch the drab 5th ODI between B'desh and Zimbabwe at Bulawayo. When I switched on the tv, the Zimbabweans were tottering at 80 odd for the loss of 6 wickets. After about another hour of humdrum cricket at its best, everyone left for the show as it was about to commence shortly.

We reached the cinema, and were near the entrance, when a couple of guys took a detour to have a glimpse of someone in a niggardly attire. As if this wasn't enough, when we were about to enter the cinema hall, some were waiting like guards letting others to pass in for this sole purpose! ;) The guards glowered at our guys like we were causing a pain in their neck. But, anyone who knows us would certainly understand that this is nothing new. :D

When the movie began, everyone who was fighting for a seat near me so that I could be their interpreter, started to feel bad as I was not listening to the movie at all, and was totally engrossed in the chatter with Mass. Even those who started to feel that they should see the movie, lost their interest fully, courtesy Mass and myself. :) I just understood the gist of the first half of the movie with the few scenes I watched, and explained to some others what I could make out, during the interval.

Then, came the anti-climax at the end of the intermission. We thought that we could occupy a seat in the more luxurious 90 rupee ticket arena, as we felt that we won't be caught. When I went there, mass called me over to his next seat where Santhu had just sat down. I was engaged in a brawl with him, and as he refused to let me sit there, I sat (lay :D) on top of him and refused to get up. The security guards felt this to be too much of a nuisance, and they charged towards us intending to throw us out.

When we noticed this, Ram, Vicky and myself quietly ran away and placed ourselves among the 10 rupee ticket seats. The others didn't listen to us and stayed put at the same place. The guards came and almost whacked the others out of the theatre. [Those people won't accept this particular statement. :D] We three saw the second half completely without any sort of disturbance, and infact liked the movie and its narration, true to the reviews I had heard earlier.

But, that day, the story of the movie didn't linger in my mind. Instead, the thought of oneself being thrown out of a cinema theater, which seemed highly hypothetical till then, happening right in front of my eyes, had me in splits the entire day! :)


[P.S:- The characters and the incidents mentioned above are truly factual and nothing fictional. You can feel free to ask any of them what happened that day at Sathyam :D]

Sunday, August 9, 2009

The Three Mistakes of My Life!

On seeing the title of the post, don't think that this is an article or a review of the book titled the same, written by Chetan Bhagat. This is my emotional outcry about my own personal mistakes, which had made a lasting imprint during the course of my life. (This post might even contain some things in common with the forementioned book, but that's no fault of mine :) )

Mistake #1:

The greatest mistake of mine, as everyone who knows me would certainly know, is the choice of my Career or one could say, my choice of a course in Computers. I've never been fascinated or attracted to the intelligent box right from my childhood, as a matter of fact, I was certainly more attracted towards the Idiot box. :) Exactly four years ago, everyone whom I met kept pointing out to me that if I work hard then, that would be the last year of my suffering, as a heaven named CEG would be in the beckoning, from where life is a bed of roses and nothing would be impossible to achieve. I made it a point to realize the potential which they visualized in me, by trying to work a bit harder at that point of time. As expected, I finished my schooling in flying colours. Then, on the fateful day of my counselling, to everyone's surprise, I chose to opt for a course in the prestigious Computer Science and Engineering course, in one of the most reputed technical institutions in the country. The reason for everyone's surprise was not because of the choice of the course, as it was everyone's dream at that time; but because of the fact that it was I who took the brave decision to start a career in the field of computers.

When I entered college, I remembered all the people saying that college life is absolute fun. I tried to enjoy life to the fullest in college, but I couldn't get back the bliss of my wonderful school life. I couldn't fathom why it was, but perhaps it was one fragment of a person's growing up process. Taking up responsibilities, which I felt as an important aspect of college, is not entirely my forte during my school days, though people would say that I do that involuntarily quite well. College life looked like one hell of a burden for me, and I felt I was not upto it. I started feeling a sense of insecurity among other people who I felt, were born to study in this college. I slowly started feeling that I do not belong here and gradually went into my shell. My self-confidence and hope, both of which were instrumental in making me what I was four years back, went into oblivion and I was a pale shadow of my earlier self. I still could not understand why the main weapon in my arsenal, hope, deserted me in the last three years, but that's perhaps the only reason for me standing now in front of others with my head hung low, more so as a loser in my life. :-(

Mistake #2:

The second most important mistake of my life, I would say is my addiction to Cricket. Being born in India, it is extremely difficult for any person, or atleast boy, to be not interested in it. India is a country of more than a billion people, and more than half the population would certainly be the ardent followers of the game. That's the sheer stupidity of a country, which boasts of only one individual gold medal in the Olympics, that too coming 61 years since its independence from the British rule. Every parent in the country says to the child, "Cricket is ruining all your routines. Do not let the game ruin your exams." But as it is imbibed in the minds of the young ones, they let their heart rule their mind and get obsessed with cricket, just as I did. I would readily bunk my classes in school or college just for the sake of playing or even watching cricket. Cricket ruined me to such an extent that I went to the final exam of my Class XI Chemistry exam, some fifteen minutes late into the hall, and immediately told the status of the match to my friend who was writing the exam. Even now, this addiction of mine, refuses to wane and part of the mistake lies with me too that I don't intend to rectify it, as I'm just one caught among a billion fools.

Mistake #3:

The third mistake which I committed in my life, is my decision to pursue CAT. Most of the people, who would agree with the earlier two mistakes as a reason of my downfall, would certainly not agree with this one, as there is still room for rectifying this mistake of mine. Even I agree that there is some time before this situation too gets out of hand. But as of now, this is a certain mistake, and possibly, a show of foolishness on my part. I've never been a hardworker in my entire college life as everyone knows, but still I am taking a plunge into the CAT. People might say that I would surely make it, but I'm infact, suffering from the fear of failure. This fear is the most depressing thought that one could ever get, and none who doesn't overcome this devil, would be able to end up successfully in life. The mistake on my part is to be afraid of the aftermaths, but as everyone says, I am beginning to realize that "Fortune favours the brave". So hopefully, I would be able to rectify this mistake and make a conscientious attempt towards achieving my dreams.


[P.S :- As you could see, the mistakes are actually Lack of self-belief, Obsession and the Fear of Failure. As these don't share the starting letter, they have been veiled :) ]

Saturday, August 8, 2009

I, Me, Myself

Loves everything which are created by mother nature in this beautiful world. Extremely obsessed with sports, especially cricket. I honestly don't know why I have this special attachment to the so-called-stupid-game of cricket, but I guess it might be from my previous birth, as I was born on the same date as the legendary Don Bradman. :) :)
Extremely loves the music of ARR and of course, Ilayaraja too. Would even die in return for a small chat with my god in the game of cricket, Sachin Tendulkar. In music, no english songs please!! Loves to listen to Tamil and Hindi music all the time. An avid singer too. A good follower of Indian cinema, not much English movies here too.. Likes SRK, Rajni and Vijay among the actors.
Completely new to blogging, I don't even have a hands-on experience in maintaining a diary for myself. Started this blog with a gentle push and confidence from one of my good friends, and more importantly, out of the curiosity of ownin a blog for myself.