Hell Awaits..

     So, I walk towards the main gate. I  could hear voices calling out to me "su nioj....su nioj...".My forearm felt rough as I wiped the salt off my forehead.The voices were getting closer "su  nioj...su nioj..".Was it the lack of sleep?or was it that I was just tired from all the walking/running in the sun?My head tilted to my left.Come on, I told myself ,you're almost there!.It was an empty road,and a quiet one, but that didn't matter.Because all I could hear was "su nioj..su nioj..".It was quite a lazy day for the wind at 9:30 AM,and for the first time,I thought I was pampered by the weather in Kharagpur.Clearly I had forgotten what humidity levels of over 80% feel like.But,as I swam further,I could only think about the voices "su  nioj..su nioj..".We finally made our way to the security guard and he said something which,I swear,sounded something like "WELCOME BACK!"...


    So,as I dragged myself around the hull, in search of some atmospheric momentum, the words of a few people rang in my head.Actually, a lot of words by a lot of people/bands rang in my head. Maybe they would have made some sense had I paid more attention.This has got to be the weirdest way karma got back at anybody.I mean,as a kid, I loved the books where really screwy things happened to the people and would laugh at the tragic-comic narration, but this is ridiculous.I felt like the protagonist in the first chapter of some book in the Goosebumps series,which is one reason I really didn't want to think about the end.Karma is, really, a bitch,and I'm pretty sure she's blond.


   But the way the people behaved in there was what struck me the most. When I meet someone new, there is one question I do not like to hear- "Where do you study?". Then my face turns uncomfortable as try to anticipate their reaction when I say "IIT Kharagpur".And in the middle of their wooow I stretch one side of my mouth into a smile, squint just a little bit and nod once..and,of course, think of something to change the topic.But I waited for his reaction this time. His face lit up. The way my face would have, had a VIP (or a really hot girl) asked me to show him around the campus. Most people were really friendly which made me feel real guilty for all the things I thought about that place. Its not the people's fault the weather is so unforgiving. The place may be horrible. They know its horrible, but it is, what a lot of people depend on, for a living. I know that India is not the best country in the world. But I won't take shit from an arrogant someone coming from a 'better' country. It was no use turning into one of the hypercritical people I easily judge. And then,the rest of the day suddenly didn't seem so bad!..

   ..till I had to walk for a long time in the hot sun again, later that day. My God,I hate this place!

 


   

The Chronicles of Potu:Life at B.C.Roy

The First day of March,year 2 B.D(Before Doomsday):
"I donno" the dooctor said.
"Huh?" i didnt expect that reply.I mean,I knew that the doctors here really sucked,but that was just....too lame.
"I really don't know" he repeated.
I laughed inside my head.Haha...sucker..you suck!,i thought.
The doctor looked at me for sometime."Well then,get admitted"
"Wait,what??" I said.The doctor was looking at me as if saying "who's the sucker now,dumbass?"
"Ummmm....",I couldnt think of anything to say."Ummm...are you sure?".
That was a stupid question indeed."Yes,get admitted...right away",came the answer.
I dont exactly remember what happened after that.It all happened too fast....

Life in 'B.C.Roy'(pronounced con-sen-tray-shun-camp)
Day 1- ( 1st March,2 B.D):

      My comrades were allowed to visit me.But they couldnt take if for long.The sickness got into them.They were sick of life.They left soon.
      Then I was taken to the "colloseum" to fight.My opponent was Time!I was alone,but not unarmed.I was with my trusty laptop.But it was too weak.Without internet,it was of no use.Time was a tough opponent.I tried to fight back with some "shyoruken","yoga fire","pile drivers","red cyclones"and most of the other "street fighter" moves.But it was of no use.Time was too powerful.I simply could not kill Time!
      I dont remember anything else that happened.Must have lost my mind temporarily.

Day 2 -(2nd March 2 B.D):

0800 hours

    I opened my eyes.My vicinity didnt quite seem friendly.
"WOAHH"I woke up with a start.I was still in the hospital!I cant remember when or how I fell asleep.

 1000 hours

    I was pretty consious.And I was aware of the face that my life was in great danger.The people in B.C.Roy,are professional killers.I was told  by senior ,who was nearly killed,to go home.He was one of the few lucky survivors.Then the nurse came in to see me,with an inverted bottle cap in her hand.
"More tablets",I said to myself.
I was right.There were 4 more tablets in there.8 tablets in 2 hours,my God,what are these people thinking?How sick can i possibly be?
"Of course!",my brain told me told me."Overdosage!The most common way to kill a person,and B.C.Roy's trademark move".
I groaned in pain as my throat struggled to take four tablets down with one peristaltic movement.
"You're going to the isolation room",the nurse told me.
Shit!Of course,nobody'll be around!The perfect place for murder!!..well in the hospital atleast.
"Dont worry,youll get internet there" she smirked at me.
"Internet!"I repeated.Just what I needed.My mind got to work.
"Commoon!!" I told myself,"This is it man!You got one shot at this.this slightest of mistakes can screw this up."
I knew I needed a lot of luck for this plan to work.And looking at a statistical analysis of my luck,it was quite unprobable that luck would stand by me this time.
I called another of my comrades(codename D.A.D) who stays in a remote hideout that I call 'home'
"Potu to D.A.D!D.A.D do you copy??".And two nervous seconds later the reply came "D.A.D to Potu.Yes,I copy"
Thank God, I thought as I explained to him,my excape plan.

1500 hours

The call came:
"D.A.D to Potu.Everything clear"
Exactly what I needed.Exactly what I hoped for.
A chance of survival for me.I am going to live
      
              And so I end this journal with the following sentence.

 
   

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Confessions of a Lazoholic

                 Let me narrate to you,a story.About a guy named 'curious guy'.The story kicks off in one of the study times of curious guy.Now curious guy did not have much control over his mind.So the study time was a time when curious guy could think about stuff.He did not think about big stuff like live and universe yet(though the tallest of his friends did) and neither did he like to(thought the tallest of his friends did).Curious guy was a bit of a timid guy and thought about smaller things like the purpose of studying,etc..(which,later,helped him in his study of life).

                Curious guy met a big guy named 'The talker'.The talker was a stereotypical 'successful' man who talked a lot but left the listeners no clue about what he did and in fact,often left them wondering if he really is good at anything except talking.And curious guy shared his doubt with the talker.The talker,then told him about successful people like TOOHI(The Owner Of a Huge Industry) and told him that toohi hardly got any time to 'relax' or 'chill' and millions of people respected him and lived a happy life because of him.Then the talker asked curious guy "If you had to live a life and you can only choose between the life of toohi,who never 'enjoys' his life,and the life of a guy who does 'enjoy' his life and owes it to toohi"for the curious guy,the answer was obvious.

              The next day,during the study time,curious guy was,again,thinking about the purpose of studying.You see,talking did not have much effect on his brain....but that's another story

  

              So,curious guy went to college.The story that the talker told did not exit his mind.It was just hiding.You see,curious guy's brain is an easy place to hide,because you cant find anything in that rush of brainwaves containing lame jokes.If you try to look for something,you'll need heavy armor to shield you from the lame jokes that bombard you,and even the juiciest of men(yes,Bishnoi,this means you) cannot take more than about a hundred per second.So,the story made its way through a path which can only be found by the words of great orators,to the center of curious guy's brain.But since the talker is not that powerful an orator,the thought was heavily injured by the jokes,though it managed to stay alive.A deformed thought,that lost most of itself,started growing.The only part that remained of it was 'no time to relax'.

              Curious guy felt the thought.He needed to get busy.He learnt stuff,was selected by people to work under them.His first year almost ended.He enjoyed thoughts about his second year,where he would not have free time.His friends envied him(just admit it) and he liked it.He enjoyed telling people about how busy he was going to be in his second year.And about how they could not call or ping him whenever they wanted.

             Like in all the cases of comical curious people,curious guy's life in second year somehow did not live up to his imagination.He had to undergo rituals passed down through the generations in a place painted in pink!His academics were quite screwed up too.This is when he started his ultimate research.Trying to find the answer to the ultimate question."What is the purpose of life?".Life became harder for curious guy.He slept less.That meant he could live more.And that meant he could find more clues to the ultimate answer.Some of the theories published by him like "life sucks","life's a bitter shame", "if you like doing something,then don't do it for a living" and "beer is awesome" were accepted widely.

         

              Curious guy read books on 'time management' like 'Screw that Frog' and 'The Monk who tells Useless Stories'.They were,as the titles suggest,quite useless.Curious guy couldn't believe that there was,indeed a time when he could get more than 4 hours sleep a day.But you see,though curious guy was a life-thinker,he was theist.He believed in God.And so,one day,when he finally got some free time(the time of the day when he sleeps),he used 2 hours of his sleep time(approximately 4 hours),to write a letter to God.It goes like this

"Dear God,

    I have a confession to make.I'm sorry that i complained about being bored.I've learnt my lesson.Won't let it happen again."

                                                           

                                                       THE END..................AND  GOOD NIGHT

The futures uncertain and the end is always near..

WARNING:possible spoiler content

OK..countdown to the end of the world starts....734 more days to go...you all must be excited!!
for those who cant hold the excitement,here are the possible theories about how its gonna happen


Theory#1
This states that the earth is going to be vapourized by vogons as the earth is in the way of an intergalactic bypass.This theory is accepted by a large number of people who also believe that the ultimate question is 'what do you get when you multiply 6 by 7?'(not to be confused with 'what do you get when you multiply seven by four?,eight by nintey eight?and other elementary school questions).

Theory#2
This theory states that after an awesome victory for the Indian cricket team in the 2011 world cup,Sachin finally decides he has done enough for the Indian team,for India and the World...and retires.Now one can argue in the following manner:Without Sachin,there is no cricket,and without cricket,there is no India(and a lot other countries in the world).Now,imagine a country as big as India disappearing from the earth.It causes huge loss in mass of the earth and will most likeley,disturb the earth's orbit and send it crashing into the sun or away from it.Either way,we're screwed!

Theory#3
In December 2012,in a Dream Theater concert,John Petrucci(not to be confused with his son,jesus,despite the similarities,the guy who,once played 1,000,000,000 notes per second.These caused cosmic waves and brought together a lump of matter,and even grew life,which later became known as the 'Earth') is asked to perform his famous 'earth creating' feat once more,and increase the earth's size,to make room for the growing population.When hes at 999,999,999 notes per second,there is a power surge.This phenomenon instantly vapourizes the earth.

Theory#4
A student of the world class institute,Indian Institute of Technology,Kharagpur,Mr.Aditya Potukuchi is appointed by a company(who apparantly  have no idea that small cgpa means small grades) to build a transport mechanism for the gas *enter name of the gas here*(the world's most dangerous gas).And as his cgpa predicted,he screws it up,causing a leak,(the gas diffuses UNBELIEVABLY fast,and kills UNBELIEVABLY faster!!)and hence the end of the world.

Theory#5
Considering the rate at which the rate of increase of hunger strikes is increasing,this theory stares that,the last persons on the earth 'Mada' and 'Eve' die of hunger in the garden of 'Nede'.

Theory#6
This theory predicts the world ending in an epic battle between the Indian news channels(in general all the news channels in the world,but by 2012,99% of the news channels r gonna be Indian,so whats the point?).The battle is between the TV(2n) channels and the TV(2n+1) channels.Pity they cant make a huge story of the world ending.

Theory#7
Miley Cyrus is going to get her driving license in December 2012.

Theory#8
The Johnas Brothers get their driving license in December 2012.

Theory#9
Telangana's idea for separation from the rest of the world is implemented.HUGE rockets are tied to the earth along the perimeter of telangana to lift it off the planet.It goes well till some time and then the rockets run out of fuel(they have only as much fuel as Telangana government can afford).And now,whats worse than a freely falling state??A freely falling state with BIG ASS rockets tied around it.The impact caused by the crash wipes out human life(kinda like the same way dinosaurs became extinct).

Theory#10
The crappiest theory.Im not wasting my time explaining this one.If you want to know that badly,watch the movie 2012.

So,lets keep our fingers crossed!! xo_ox

A Change of Seasons..

   

  I still,clearly remember my first day in IIT Kharagpur-I knocked on the door of my room(it was around 2 am).An angry/irritated/sleepy uncle of my roomie opened the door,ready to fire me in case i knocked on the wrong door.I tried my best to stretch my face into a smile.As always,my mouth raced ahead of my brain."Hello" I said,as I barged in,with all my  luggage.I couldn't get any sleep as thought after thought hit me and kept me awake.They wouldn't stop.But I knew one thing.My life was gonna "change"....yet again...

       Now you will notice that Dream Theater's epic is not the only music I'm gonna quote here.But it can be related to what I am going through.I can remember my school bag till when I was 15 years old.One of those two big zips concealed an extra large water bottle and my football shoes that I loved with all my life(long story behind them).i used to take pride in not doing homework and getting punished(the 'pride' in receiving punishment was meant to make me look cool in front of my friends,when I always wished I could complete my notes on time).But life was cool then."Okay,i was made to sit with 5th class guys as a punishment,I was 'awarded' detention very regularly,my notes were often flung out of the classroom,sometimes me having to dodge them,A girl was assigned the task of making sure i completed my notes,and she bugged me a LOT,but so what??I mean,hey,life is cool,I got my friends,the people who matter to me,love me!!"this was all I thought.I was as happy and bright as the sun that shines in summer.And yea,believe it or not,I used to write poetry...and NO, they're not gonna be part of any of my blogs.

      Then came the "change",in the form of a nerdy best friend who convinced me that my school sucked(I still remember the plans we made to demolish it).And so I convinced my parents to shift to Vizag.Little did I know life was never gonna be the same.I tried to continue my karate there.That was something I really loved,but it just wouldn't work out.I had changed!!Football was out of question thanks to the crappy little ground that my stupid school had(yes,i hated that school also,and i DO NOT regret it),all these factors were catalysing the "change" i was undergoing.And it was then,that I found solitude in maths.I was sort of the 'know it all' in class.And 'know it all's don't last.I started losing interest in stuff,I started losing friends,just like a tree which loses all its leaves and flowers during fall.Those were the times I was angry with everything around me.My pride in taking punishment disappeared.....

     Then came "change" again in the form of a school which would seemingly,relieve me of all the pain I was going through.I accepted it.And actually ran away to that school when my parents were out of town.That place was,heaven for me.I mean,everyone around me obsessed with maths.There was no proper timetable back then,nobody cared if you studied or not.And after my 10th,started the preparation for JEE....an exam,I apparently had to get through to prove that I was capable of something(well,I did have other plans,but none of them worked).So,there I was,in the struggle.It was every man for himself.You dont study,means you wont clear JEE.And you dont clear JEE means you die.You sacrifice yourself like a samurai does when he fails his mission.Everyone was selfish.The campus,lecturers,the students,all of them...what we now call "cold blooded maggus".Cold,like the freezing winter.I was aware what I was becoming but I couldn't help it.It was the survival of the fittest and I needed to fight.I was a trooper!

      All throughout the winter period,I would fantasize about being the me,that I liked.I was stuck in a rat race.So as soon as I finished those godforsaken years of education,I resolved that I would be back to,what I defined as "normal".I haven't studied a lot in the first year of my college or liked any professors.But the reason I love my college is that it gave me a second chance!A second chance to be someone I liked,to be someone I could take pride in being,to be someone who could just laugh at the rats who were still racing!To regain all my emotions,my creativity,my interest,just like every creature during spring!!


    And finally,after a whole year of struggle,a struggle which I enjoyed,one in which I was on a journey to find myself,here I am now,happy like I was 4 years ago,just like I imagined around one year back,during a sleepless night,where I was imagining myself telling people about the "change" I went through.Now I am once again proud of what I am,who I am,where I study and what I do.The people who matter to me love me!!.It is summer again!The years behind me are lost somewhere in time.But do I consider them as wasted years?


    Then I realized that I had come full circle.Just like the seasons.I do not think I am gonna be like this forever.Time will come when I have to "change".It may not always be good.But every year has to go through summer and winter.We move in circles,balanced all the while on a gleaming razor's edge.A perfect sphere colliding with our fate,this story ends where it began.

The first post

..an act of desperation..nothing to write here..