Saturday, December 19, 2009
It’s not love it’s infatuation
Monday, November 3, 2008
A friend of Mine
This was a lopsided view of world from the spectacles of my friend Ranvijay (name changed). Ranvijay is a 6’ tall stud, who precisely knows what he has to achieve in his life. He is just 27 and a successful project manager in a software firm in Bangalore. He is a bachelor and cynosure in his friends group. He is also seeing a girl residing in his apartment.
Doesn’t that sound like a happy ending story? If yes, then the author has succeeded in setting the first impression he intended to. Is that what Ranvijay really believed in or is that what he was pretending of? Are there some veiled curtains in this debonair’s life? Let’s try and find it out.
Ranvijay is at the last stage of lung cancer. A well reputed medical hospital has refused to diagnose him. His mother can only be seen sobbing subconsciously waiting for his son’s end. His father is looking for some other means of employment after his retirement. The girl Ranvijay loved most has ditched him. On his friends gatherings it is hard to find a distant sign of smile. He is not as much upset with his disease as he is with his loved one’s grief. However, he pretends to obscure the truth of his numbered days with a smiling face. In his playlist, which used to home all latest releases, only one song is audible……
“Main Zindagi ka Sath Nibahata Chala Gaya,Har Fikr ko Dhuein Mein udata Chala Gaya....”
"Prototyping perfection"
Simply ABHI
Friday, October 24, 2008
The Other Side Of Pain
Some say he is a demon, some say he is a coconut with very tough outer surface and some say he is an unbearable pain. But has anybody ever tried to look inside his head. They just complain that he bores them for long hours but nobody notices that during that hours he speaks continuously even without a brake. Nor does he even sit for a while. They never see what a great risk he takes for his students. He cares more than you for your degree. Nobody is ever failed or detained in his subject. He wants you to be with him for long hours solely because he is sick of his loneliness. He is an unmarried guy and to fight this pain which haunts him throughout his life he has disguised the cover of an angry humiliating beast. He sees his unborn children in his students. He loves you. He cares for you. He fights for you against all odds. What if he is a little strange? What if he is a little irritating? Who cares?
Hats off to this courageous man!
Monday, June 9, 2008
Pigs Might Fly
When optimism is pathetically suppressed, cynicism is bound to prevail. If something just reverses the feelings which spawn in heart while imagining Kareena’ Zero Figure it’s the reminiscence of the department we did belong to. Folks usually do have pleasant nostalgic moments of their alma mater but in this case pleasant has been brutally stepped by die-hard rebellion. Given a chance to change any single aspect of life surely it would be my college branch. Heinousness, at its worst, is what all they have been made up of. While the all other departments have been paving a way for bright future ahead for their students these are the one who are craving to bring every possible assault palpable in their life.
The gang of harassers is lethally attired. Some ask for ultra precise answers, some with MIT level question paper, which even they couldn’t answer well, and some declare a military coup in their so called knowledgeable lecture. Not only permanent faculties but even ad hoc are the limit. Those who couldn’t make it to any software firms in the latter’s Platinum era are creating sophisticated hurdles for the students. Except a few, all are silent atrocious killers.
Annals of their achievements have all red marked entries. Starting with very basic, GT at this age of youth which should be considered as nothing more than a bearable offense this inhuman fraternity shows the portal of reduced sessional along with a terrible paper imminent. In the VI semester when the guys face finally the lifelong haunted question “whether I’ll get a job” those blood-suckers acquaint the former with a draconian paper followed by pre-decided surprise of “60plus out of 100” which tag them unfit for the exhaustive physical examination. When the VII semester result surfaces, the last hope to save their degree, the only thing which will remain with them throughout their career, is too stabbed gruesomely. But it never rains, it pours. The last of unfortunate victim’s college life is blessed with their deadliest act of savagery “a backlog” as a goodbye gift.
Truly, the ugliest creation of god.
Let sleeping dog lie.
Simply ABHI
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
THE LAST LECTURE OF MY COLLEGE LIFE
Believe it or not the D-day has arrived, the day most awaited, the day most called for. There was something more special about this class than met the eye. Despite the constraint of last class, latecomers succeeded in maintaining their dignity of visiting the class fairly after the scheduled time. Seemingly, all appeared to have diagnosed with an overdose of senti. First time in four years those 50 minutes were not abnormally long, first time eyes could move freely without sticking at watch, first time the consciousness dominated the yawning and first time in four years we were attending the class not for the sake of attendance. For our surprise, the pedantic professor was comfortable in the sentimental zone beyond his technical domain. These fast fifty minutes were successful in turning some eyes wet but laughter of I-don’t-feel-anything kind dudes remained undeterred. Digi-cams and mobiles were vying for there contents. The atmosphere around pretended to have a perfect combination of location and occasion for sorting old mess-ups.
And finally the deliberately delayed time came to an end. Nobody was unsure of the fact that the time following these moments will make complete strangers out of bosom buddies. In spite of this fact, some were fighting desperately against their prejudices. Specialty of these moments is there temporality. Had these moments a little longer they would not be that special. Within few days these faint memories will evaporate forever .And surely the life has other plans for us.
‘The lecture we loved to ditch is ditching us.’
Simply ABHI
SHAALON
Among the freakiest creature accidentally made up by god one of the top ten positions has been acquired by Prof. **Ishhh**.He got a serious virus in the interface which connects his enormous knowledge to the student' mind. What could be his life if TCP/IP were not discovered is still an area of major investigation? Even if a quarter hairs of his beard were on his head he would have made a sensible crap. Fighting against his vocal disorders and Salman' yawning he seems to have an over-enthusiastic spirit. Experiencing a viva with him is a true examination of your laugh control capability. First of all, it is impossible to decipher his questions and even if you dared to touch his questions it will end up in a mess of ultra complicated riddles. He is the one who loves to stretch his arm over external' face and then prompt his question and when as pre-decided victims are unable to answer him he enjoys the superiority of his greater knowledge by staring at external with a smiling face. Disgusted by his irritating monophonic ringtone that never fails to disturb him in any of his class ,he possess a shear quality of sucking classic in flat 30 secs. This enemy of clear language, jumps over his seat with a WOW note and compels other to ridicule the underdog students who are little confused over their network concepts. Surely there is NO OTHER SIDE OF THIS PAIN.
Simply ABHI