Don't A-a-RG-u-U

just another boring day , another exalt worthy duration of my sleep, the sun as bright as ever... hopped on my ride... disbelievingly early this time , as i rode through the gridlocked traffic i never stopped thinking 'Wat made me get up so early and leave for the so called first day at college?'.. it'as axiomatic that i lost track of my thought with 2PAC screaming into my ears with his "California love"...

anyways... i was buoyant about the fact that i will be able to show my prowess in the field of seniority at college and wanted more or less the same share of initial college days' fun as everyone . The cupidity no wonder lasted a little less longer than i thought it would, there i was at the college gate standing behind something u might refer as to a line, okay .. not a line...but a clutter of hoi polloi in their jeans and shirts and Wat not...

yea.. so this dubiousness overcame my light hearted mood... and i began to ask people around wat was happening and why 'the' mess.. and then this guy told me that there is something wrong with the authorities and they aren't letting people IN.. and then i heard the security guard guy say.. "aap uniform mai nahin hain.. aap andar nahin jaa sakte" and TOTALLY understood who is the author o this riddle, it'as the new advisor of the college, the one who is apparently INcharge of every thin that happens in and around the campus.

i told people in front of me to step aside and let me go in.. and then came the guard again whom i now was in sight of.. as i was totally confident with the clothing of mine i told to him to move it... and so he did.. i was just roughly at a distance of 1/2 odd metres past him wen i came across what seemed like a jury.. all waiting to take my case , like i was a newly entering criminal at the pseudo-Tihar.. and the jailers waiting for someone like me to enter , ready to pounce .

"where u are going?" asked the advisor.. "to the class sir " i said in a placid tone, " u are not in uniform !" he said... " i sure am sir" i said self-assured ..
"yeh pant kaali nahin hai.. tum bahut over smart samajhte ho apne aap ko.. DON'T A-argu-U!!!" ..
'but sir this is a black pair of jeans which has slightly faded' ....
"U know u are being wrong and then also u A-argu-U! u not know the rules and then u A-argu-U" ..
"but sir..."
"DON'T AARGUUUU!"

and within a flash of a second.. i hit the electric start as it'as meant for occasions like this.. revved up the engine like it should have.. turned and disappeared...

The thought that still boggles me.. is if we have mentors like this all around us... we would anyways end up A-argu-Uing than not...

and as the famous journalist of the page three of HT city says..

such is life dearies..

Duality is a part of the instinct,
lies don't need a reason,
the rage inside the innocent soul ,
doesn't need a messenger

i'm hollow inside my naked self,
feel the emptyness tearin me apart,
u can't help urself out,
of the stinkin sinkin world

Ugly faces all around u ,
and u wanna be one of them,
nobody needs the tru u,
and u wanna be the one,
the one they want u to

Killer "Bikers"

Coming across this word pretty often while reading the dailies or the weeklies , and just the other day my mom was talking to me saying "did u see the news yesterday, the city has gone crazy as Bikers are creating a major havoc"

It made me ponder for a lil while, but then i thought its not like the whole community of bike riders should be referred to as 'bikers'

and while switching some channels on the idiot box, i came across this term rather tooo often,and since the term is one with which i associate myself and a few of my groupies i had to come up with a solution,

i said 'listen mom not everyone who rides a bike is referred as a biker.. if such a relation is so easily created then i would have been a Cricketer , a Musician , a Writer, a Researcher, a Politician, an Engineer(:P), a Doctor , a Cook , a Comedian, a Mechanic, a Plumber , an Electrician , a Philosopher, a Ruler, a Slave, a Scientist, a master.... a Master Of all Trades.. and one deadly sin that i commit.. will take down the whole Lot'

and as usual.. my mom said that its just the way u see things.. another disagreement... another ephermal feeling of subjugation...

i had to explain its not about riding bikes.. it s about passion that makes u merge urself with the machine.. just like moving a hand.. u have it done with all the confidence.. maneuver it as much simplicity as u can... just like the thing was meant to happen with the clarity it does..

but to no amaze.. she left the room.. with complete disregard....

*hail the parents.. they just know wen to shut u up*

The Blog-o-mania

since i've already visited some of blogs around me.. i can dare say that i sincerely like the creativity.. *hmmm...wonder wat that is...*
it gave me some good ideas and some not so good ones... the trend seems to me as a vicious disease which makes ya blabber about wat happens around.. making things happening in and around you more funny than descriptive in a weird sense...
and in the words on Mr.I have lesser ABS than u think i have.. This is the new shit..!
some of the people actually think that they make more sense than others can even decipher.. some of them are more aloof.. some just want to flaunt the "HEP" attitude with the gothic gory pics/i don't give a **k about wat you think stereotypes...
i also remember seeing things like descriptions of the daily frnds meeting / fav hangout points/ weird trips to nowhere and stuff.. my flush regarding this is that the thoughts that they are posting are more unwanted than most of us think they are.. the fact of the matter is that ... most of over look things that should be more talked about....
not meaning to sound more bored than i presently am i just want everyone to have a fair share of thought before posting....
i am a very unworthy critic since i'm most likely to re-define hypocrisy but the sincere effort remains undeterred

A picture that i took while on the mussorie trip.. though i was pretty bored with the usual populous swarming tourists.. i managed to find some peace with the help of fahd.. THIS snap though minght look like like a mere sunset but it gives out a euphoria of thoughts.. and the layers of clouds on the immediate right of the mountain reflecting the sun's glare are unmistakeable

Greetings...! as i usually say...!

I'm here... and for good... not that i've been thinkin about this for long.. a weird ephermal feeling..
but since this has happened .. let me add some more details...
"blogging" as u might mention, creates a dilemma for some and none for most so let this be a quotidian experience initially .
I have had a lot of thoughts for quite some time and am willing to freely express but once i get a hold of this "thing"(read as: the blog u are reading presently) i'll blow my chunks...