I have seen 3 Idiots….
I have seen it first day, first show…..
I have seen it 4 days before my end-sems…
And here I am, at last …..writing something about it….but first…
MARCH ’06 WAVE CINEMAS, RDB
It was , like a month before the JEE, I knew I was not made for it, but still was craving for it. On top of that I found it hard to choose – the knowledge that I was not made for it , or that craving. So to calm my nerves down, I went, for the first time in a multiplex, to a movie where aamir khan has till date the sexiest haircut. I sat down, looked at it, cried during the end credits, chose it the best movie I ever saw, but during that rickshaw ride back home I discovered, that I was a part of the youth RDB focused on. Suddenly a spirit was born , and an agility to change the things took form. The ‘craving’ won the battle as I waited to become successful, to be distinct, the environs around me were roaring…
stop living life like a cliché(dead and worn out)…live it like a joke(laughing it all away)….
SEPT’06 …UNIVERSAL BOOKSTORES
I read FPS* when I entered into this chapel of technical knowhow, I had started doing engineering with a crash landing of rank 6914, and it was not long after I started having shivers of ED classes that I got through this book. Two reasons that I chose to read the book
1. The book was by an IITian and about the IIT.
2. I was studying in UPTU**
I started reading because I had the curiosity of what these temples of modern india were like, what an IITian, was like, wanted to experience the life of a person my parents dreamt me of becoming, a person I knew I was not made to be..but still…..
I read the book, didn’t get that IITian, but….got to meet a person who lived a life that I had started to live, I got to know a hosteller, I got to know an engineer, I got to know friendship. Bieng the only son, being the ‘most protected one’ who learnt cycling at the age of 14, I never liked hostels, I never liked late night studies, midnight smokes, and random whiskies, but FPS, kind of, told me spot on…
stop living life like a cliché(dead and worn out)…live it like a joke(laughing it all away)….
DEC ’09……NATRAJ HALL
3 idiots was my 3rd movie after becoming a day scholar, a day scholar who still thought the hostel time of room no. 67,10 and 38 as the best time of his life, a day scholar who went to the college in the day all right but SCHOLAR …. I doubt..and so I went to see a dashing aamir khan , a 0-figured kareena, and a possible steamy scene, but then I got that was something more than a steamy scene.
I got to understand passion, apart from all the glitz ,and the zoobi-dooni’ness, it told about passion, or something more than that -following that passion, or even something more,-capturing and living ur life with it. Madhavan’s academic dump seemed to be the story behind my 65% aggregate. I realized perhaps that designing websites in ASP.NET cannot be my forte. And his later adventure in Brazillian rainforest as a photographer told met to follow your dreams , let loose of yourself, accept your heartbeat, and follow its words..that said..
stop living life like a cliché(dead and worn out)…live it like a joke(laughing it all away)….
P.S. …I don’t know which of the phase was right..or wrong, but cut these three phases and I find Varun Pant aka me difficult to imagine.
*FPS= five point someone
** UPTU- a rare univ where you get the rarest species of engineers-CRAMineers.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
FACEBOOK...naam hii kaafi hai.....
There are times which are not just times. They cant be reduced to hours reduced to minutes, seconds…etc.These moments revolve around an axis, they revolve around a persona,that defines that moment , that rationalizes that time. Some great person , some great object carries the baton of that time with him and then that interval cant be defined in dates, it becomes much more than that,it surmounts to an ERA.
Eras, there have been many,that which came like a lightening with chengiz khan, or that which was came like an ordeal of peace with Ashoka. Sometimes it proved apocalyptic, when carried by guys like Hitler, Mussolini, and sometimes a tyrant like Mao, reconstructed the whole era. But, if I have taken even the minimum amounts of pain,in developing those nuero cells in my brain,I may not be wrong in saying that perhaps for the maiden time in the history of civilization, any era is in progress to be made out of questions like “WHAT TYPE OF KISSER ARE YOU”, out of quizzes like “WHAT WOULD YOU MOST LIKELY GET ARRESTED FOR “. Such an era is constructed by cyberscenic and worked out by biz-frieks ,only to be played by “PEOPLE”,and the sovereign, socialist , republic of this mother earth calls it….F A C E B O O K.
FACEBOOK, nothing extraordinary , when I saw the web page for the first time, just a subtle combo of white and blue, and yes there was something I used to admire a lot in it,and that was SIMPLICITY. Little did I knew that those sober pages were made to control the psychology of the most intelligent animal on the earth, ’the human being’. Facebook started to counter with our lives when I was still a hosteller, the craze of G-Talk, was still above the limits, with status messages getting longer and longer, and now that orkut was banned by the firewall, facebook sneaked in from somewhere.
“abe is par America se bhi dost ban jaate hai”, “abe ye bahut zyaada secure hai”,”mast hai be”, were the reasons I used to get when I asked them “why facebook”. Actually the problem was , I was in love with ORKUT. I loved its insecurity, the way it used to rip apart our privacy. I never can forget those days when I used sneak in any profile just grabbing some acute personal info about that guy, or as happened in most cases ,that girl. So I took a vow,not to use it, but sadly the others didn’t. and the classic blue of orkut, the colour of the sea where we used to float our heart out transformed to the gentle white of facebook, the color of sky where guys used to soar along, higher and higher.
“ha ha ha, abe karra comment tha ,”,”abe wo waali quiz mast thi be” , these were the general sounds that I started hearing as I became a day-scholar, at first I thought there might be some weekend program organized by hostel athaurities. But quizzes are not what they call a hosteller’s forte, so what was that. Slowly and steadily I got the answers, not through any explanations, but thorough a vivid observation. When I saw the PCs of our labs where we we were to make c programs turn white and blue. Classrooms became quiz centres and the would be engineers were the future quizmasters. The server of facebook turned to a sorcerer, which told you about your best friends, expalined you about the car you resembled,and as I have said prophesized the kiss that I would take in the near future.
I was going mad now, I was the only one who was there with orkut, blabbering about orkut, its themes ,its quizzes, but as it turned out orkut was now the thing of the past. And then there came a day, I created a facebook account and commented “F**K OFF facebook,orkut rules” and signed off,.then again signed in and saw that comment was counter-commented by many,I felt good, again scribbles something,signed in again, and this scribbling with comments continued until I played the quiz,” what personality are you”, and after sporting a string a question I got yhe answer “DOMINATING”, - now for a guy like me who failed to even become the monitor of his class, who loved that last bench of his in schools and colleges, loved the word ‘dominating’ and so I endeavoured into a new world of quizzes and comments, and a subsequent divorce to orkut was given.
Its been 3 months I have been following quizzes in facebook, and in these months have tried to understand me and my friends; madness for it, what I have got is as given below
There is nothing big in the magnificient come magnanimous craze of this F thing,its just contains 2 logistics:-
1. Applying a 3 tier Client Server Architecture.
2. Knowing the art of reading the minds of people.
The first one is developed by geeks, constantly jabbering around servers, redundantly manipulating the I-Protocols. The second logistic , is done by common men, who got no degrees, they might have been college dropouts, but knew what the other person wants in the crowed. They knew it well that “MAN IS A SOCIAL ANIMAL”, and there, too, stressed on more on the ANIMAL instincts of man. they will give you what you want from it and thus it'll end up being the thing you will crave for.
p.s.- last night after 3 months I opened orkut, I felt like it was crying, as why I had cheated upon her, why I moved on to facebook. I couldn’t say a word, just logged off, and then aftera few minutes, started playing a quiz..”WHAT TYPE OF A CHEATER ARE YOU”.
Eras, there have been many,that which came like a lightening with chengiz khan, or that which was came like an ordeal of peace with Ashoka. Sometimes it proved apocalyptic, when carried by guys like Hitler, Mussolini, and sometimes a tyrant like Mao, reconstructed the whole era. But, if I have taken even the minimum amounts of pain,in developing those nuero cells in my brain,I may not be wrong in saying that perhaps for the maiden time in the history of civilization, any era is in progress to be made out of questions like “WHAT TYPE OF KISSER ARE YOU”, out of quizzes like “WHAT WOULD YOU MOST LIKELY GET ARRESTED FOR “. Such an era is constructed by cyberscenic and worked out by biz-frieks ,only to be played by “PEOPLE”,and the sovereign, socialist , republic of this mother earth calls it….F A C E B O O K.
FACEBOOK, nothing extraordinary , when I saw the web page for the first time, just a subtle combo of white and blue, and yes there was something I used to admire a lot in it,and that was SIMPLICITY. Little did I knew that those sober pages were made to control the psychology of the most intelligent animal on the earth, ’the human being’. Facebook started to counter with our lives when I was still a hosteller, the craze of G-Talk, was still above the limits, with status messages getting longer and longer, and now that orkut was banned by the firewall, facebook sneaked in from somewhere.
“abe is par America se bhi dost ban jaate hai”, “abe ye bahut zyaada secure hai”,”mast hai be”, were the reasons I used to get when I asked them “why facebook”. Actually the problem was , I was in love with ORKUT. I loved its insecurity, the way it used to rip apart our privacy. I never can forget those days when I used sneak in any profile just grabbing some acute personal info about that guy, or as happened in most cases ,that girl. So I took a vow,not to use it, but sadly the others didn’t. and the classic blue of orkut, the colour of the sea where we used to float our heart out transformed to the gentle white of facebook, the color of sky where guys used to soar along, higher and higher.
“ha ha ha, abe karra comment tha ,”,”abe wo waali quiz mast thi be” , these were the general sounds that I started hearing as I became a day-scholar, at first I thought there might be some weekend program organized by hostel athaurities. But quizzes are not what they call a hosteller’s forte, so what was that. Slowly and steadily I got the answers, not through any explanations, but thorough a vivid observation. When I saw the PCs of our labs where we we were to make c programs turn white and blue. Classrooms became quiz centres and the would be engineers were the future quizmasters. The server of facebook turned to a sorcerer, which told you about your best friends, expalined you about the car you resembled,and as I have said prophesized the kiss that I would take in the near future.
I was going mad now, I was the only one who was there with orkut, blabbering about orkut, its themes ,its quizzes, but as it turned out orkut was now the thing of the past. And then there came a day, I created a facebook account and commented “F**K OFF facebook,orkut rules” and signed off,.then again signed in and saw that comment was counter-commented by many,I felt good, again scribbles something,signed in again, and this scribbling with comments continued until I played the quiz,” what personality are you”, and after sporting a string a question I got yhe answer “DOMINATING”, - now for a guy like me who failed to even become the monitor of his class, who loved that last bench of his in schools and colleges, loved the word ‘dominating’ and so I endeavoured into a new world of quizzes and comments, and a subsequent divorce to orkut was given.
Its been 3 months I have been following quizzes in facebook, and in these months have tried to understand me and my friends; madness for it, what I have got is as given below
There is nothing big in the magnificient come magnanimous craze of this F thing,its just contains 2 logistics:-
1. Applying a 3 tier Client Server Architecture.
2. Knowing the art of reading the minds of people.
The first one is developed by geeks, constantly jabbering around servers, redundantly manipulating the I-Protocols. The second logistic , is done by common men, who got no degrees, they might have been college dropouts, but knew what the other person wants in the crowed. They knew it well that “MAN IS A SOCIAL ANIMAL”, and there, too, stressed on more on the ANIMAL instincts of man. they will give you what you want from it and thus it'll end up being the thing you will crave for.
p.s.- last night after 3 months I opened orkut, I felt like it was crying, as why I had cheated upon her, why I moved on to facebook. I couldn’t say a word, just logged off, and then aftera few minutes, started playing a quiz..”WHAT TYPE OF A CHEATER ARE YOU”.
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