Segregated Saturdays

Sitting at your study table with a electrical machines book open with a candle on the table and your wordpress blog open…hmm…yup, a life is needed with immediate effect…

I never was a great admirer of the NITW power system and these 27 hour long power cuts didnt particularly make me wanna swoon with love and delight at the slightest mention of them. After numerous unsuccessful attempts of trying to move into my friend’s room, who for some goddamn reason had power…I could express the plethora of hatred and confusion and helplessness within my soul in only one phrase “Vicissitudes of Fate”. Its funny how a jobless human’s mind finds joy in the littlest of little things…like skipping for example..(yes, u heard me right…hehe..) Murgi, a similarly disconnected soul showed me the path of the skipper. Even gifted me one…I was overjoyed, excited even…in no time, we were all skipping…though the memory has latched itself in my memory as “Little girls”, it was fun nevertheless mind you..

But yeah…after jumping for a while, when the muscles had been pulled enough and the bones been traumatized enough, my body succumbed…slump! into the chair and i went back to staring at the ceiling,

Dinner Time!! yes…I was ready to brave that crap they pass on as food everyday, to see other souls like me…hmm…there was gooey substance 1, watery substance 2, leaves..i could’ve sworn i saw the buffalo outside munching and chapathies..they keep referring to as phulkas. And then, somehow I ended up in the ATM…and then buying candles and matchsticks…met a “broken up” couple who I rarely see without the other, another dysfunctional couple..hehe… and then some idiot whose handshake gave me genuine doubts about his intentions.

Yup…final attempt at moving into tommy’s room…listened to him laughing at Superfreakanomics while I tried to make sense of what Uncle Freud had to say about my dreams. Gave up…picked lappie…swore at the administration and hoped they’d die painfully and then…ended up here…

p.s. forgot the mosquito coils…

For now, i squirm uneasily as whatever little blood my body has gets sucked by these insects from hell…cheers to a happy life, i guess…

 

 

 

 

Alternate Universes: Worlds Apart

Well…I figured fb notes turning out to be more effective than my blog…wat blog?? exactly my point…I have this recurring series of blog posts under the title alternate universes on my wordpress blog…it’s an inferiority complex i fell victim to after realising that particle physics will never ever ever be my cup of tea, coffee or any beverage for that matter…so here am i mixing matters of heart with physics and explaining the concoctions with the help of uncle heisenberg, uncle pauli, grandpa einstein and other Magi of Theoretical Physics…
So, college started off again…and my field of observation suddenly became active with loads of specimens…i felt like a physicist who walked into the Annual All-Particle forum or something…I had quarks quarking, protons and anti protons annhilating, the sines and cosines swinging…it was a treasure of knowledge that lay in every one of their word and action and look…but my attention hovered over one couple…one particular one…here was one story that could finally rival the chauss conundrum or the love story…hehehe…they’re gonna kill me…but I just don’t care…*period*
There have been no dates available…so one can only speculate about d time their alternate universe actually began..but an year, would be a near enough guess…Lets just say, a new class…but something special about it… u noe, that these other jackasses are those with whom you’re gonna spend the next three yrs of ur life..so its not like any other class you studied with…here friendships will be formed..you’ll find “just friends”…”homework buddies”…”research and project partners”…perhaps even “soulmates”…
disclaimer: the reference to a soul mate here isnt because the arthur believes in the existence of such entities…just that the male protagonist of the story holds such views…and yada yada yada…
So I enter as an observer…perhaps starting off in the story, closer to the female protaganist than the guy, but eventually as the story proceeds, it stands that i end up…closer to the guy…now, the character sketches…fine, to call the female..a twisted piece of work wouldnt be completely justified but yes, we all have our downsides…and I guess the insensitivity on her part (very unnatural fr females) came out of being plain dumb…but very subject smart however…top gpa and stuff…the guy too was smart…top gpa here too…but with a slight differnce…he was sensitive…sensitive not as in he’d break out crying when he saw the beautiful sunset but definitely more sensitivity compared to our girl…it was an innocent friendship…two ppl frm the same region…both with top gpas…and i guess, the guy was already harbouring a soft spot…I’d never know…here again, I speculate like crazy…but it was true that in a few mnths…the guy’d probably run all the way to the everest peak if she asked him to…somehow, u’d think that the female would’ve already seen this die-for-you fire that was burning in his eyes…but nahh, she was too involved with transient responses of ckts and proving to the world the worth of the person that is her…
But our male protagonist had a central characteristic, very crucial to our story…he was cut-throat straight forward…the kind which makes u want to severe all relations with him, catch a rocket and get as far as possible from him in the shortest possible time…hehe…believe me folks, I’ve only had to bear another entity with a similar predicament…but that’s another story…and he was extremely candid with his thoughts on her opportunistic attitude…I mean, the guy was ready to climb everest…and such decisions aren’t met with a “oh..k” or “yawwwnnn…pardon me..what were u sayin?”…well, I’m not so much for love moving mountains but i guess a stir was created within the machinery for success that was her soul…impossible, but our dude somehow, brought a stone to life…mostly, it was over a coffee, a stream of messages he somehow wasn’t afraid of the world reading (most of us would padlock our phones had such situations arise…i mean, such messages can be a terrible leverage against you), or through the dysfunctional state that they both belonged to…but somehow, beyond all understanding of humans, she was melting…meanwhile, our dude had become a pillar in her life…she needed something, he’d get her that…you’d think that they were the best of buddies…you’re sorely mistaken…somehow, they were always in the middle of a fight…and for some reason beyond the reasoning of mortal low lives like me, they loved it that way…I refer to instances frm the chauss conundrum where similar phenomenon occurred…
”in strife and in doubt, in pain and in angst, in indifference and ignorance, in dramatic soul stirrers and deep thoughts…did the connection seem at its deepest and at its most intimate…”
Every day, they’d find the silliest reason to fight on…and then they’d make up….for all i knew, he was simple at heart…free frm all the sophistications that define the rest of us…simple tastes and simpler words…and she was queen of the complications and intricacies…dumb…yes, but at a basic level a lot more cocktail thought processing going on…and if I remember something about him, every time they resolved a fight…it was his smile…like the very sun would come into his eyes…I thought, I was the one cleverer…and I thought she was the person calling the shots in the relation…I thought she was using him….until the tables turned on my train of deduction….the trump card was apparently held by the person I thought would never have them…
Did i say he was simple at heart…yes, but he was keralite…a trait one should never take lightly…our heroine in relying on our protagonist for every cock and bull thing had naturally handed him keys to her personality…and our hero had enough sense to understand that…she could be indifferent, she could pretend not to care, she could behave like a complete stranger to him…but she could not deny, that this person who slunk into her life…meant more than a friend now…and our hero was overjoyed…Mind Games, I’ve always maintained is a speciality with the females…their weapons against innocent guys who spend a lifetime figuring how these drat female minds think…but here, mind games were soon becoming our hero’s greatest weapon…but all through, he never used his position in her life to his advantage…yes, he could demand her to come on dates, he could have asked her to hang out with him more often, he could have spent his time bragging on his relation with her to the world…but those protons and sines and cosines somehow understood unscientific feelings like love and attraction…and obeyed them without question…he was the master, but he preferred to take the back seat…he’d die in the sweet embrace of that feeling…and I watched…u c, I’ve never been in any sort of this bullshit, but u can’t deny it was very alluring…I can never rightly chronicle about what she felt, but certainly….he was sure about what she felt (god noes how) and so his word was good for me…Its funny really as to how deep a relation can develop when the question we think must be asked first “will u go out with me?” was never asked at all…
I never believed in fairy tale love stories…never believed in true love…just because they are too good a thing to happen…he’s there…and so is she…he still would give his life for her…she still yawns at the thought..but he still continues to smile…the reason “dude…I liked her as she is…I always knew what she was…i know that she’d probably be more worried about her grades, even if i was dying with a dagger in my heart right in front of her…but this is why I like her…” I shrug off with a smile, the one I give when hearing things beyond my comprehension…u c, this story has a few crucial points..
1. Angels can kill…but the pain of dying at the hands of angels is apparently sweet..
2. Selflessness works miracles…
3. Faith is a blessing I yet have to savour…but apparently faith’s a step away from true love…soul mates…and everything bollywood and we Indians are built of…u c, India’s the place of the heart…and that’s why we bargain and get prices as low, its why we share jokes with saarus, its why beggars are in profusion..relying on our sympathy and generosity…its why he was able to move a stone like her…
4. This blog isn’t for those fr whom…relations are just a facebook status…this isn’t fr those who dump ppl over smses…this is a tribute to that person and all who share his views…who still believe in roses and loveletters…