The Existentialist

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The Existentist

Philosophy, psychology and motivation for a life of purpose and passion.
Discovering what it means to be truly alive.

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The Existentialist is an extension of About:Happiness, committed to helping our clients lead richer, fuller, happier, more meaningful, more fulfiling lives. We help you find your answers to age old questions like:

What's my life purpose? 90%
How can I be truly happy? 70%
How do I become my best self? 95%
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  • On Christmas Eve

    On Christmas Eve

    I am sad. But I am not quite sure about the origin of my sadness, nor its magnitude. I wonder if I’m sad or depressed, or very sad or very depressed. It has a sense of finality about it – like the end of an era, or the end of all hope. The only thing that comes to my mind when I think of nostalgia now is nitesh jain. To say my life has spiraled downward into apathetic degeneration would be just too dramatic and quite unreal. I can feel the life slip out of my hands, but to make things better (or worse) it’s as if I’ve been administered an overdose of tranquilizers to ease the pain. What I have then, is the sight of my slow, methodical amputation by my own hands, before my own eyes, while the rest of my useful faculties lie gagged and anesthetized so that I can see my own pain, but yet not feel it. Anticlimactic culmination is again too strong a phrase to use, this feeling is soft, innocuous, numb… brutally agonizingly incapacitating, but comfortable in its execution. Like a painless death, only that it doesn’t grant me deliverance – just keeps me stuck one tantalizing step before it so I’m constantly in the dilemma of liking the remainder of my dear pointless life, or instead wishing for an unknown dark coveted future.
    It’s dissolution of my pain, or maybe my composition. It’s a cocktail of my excruciating misery and the helplessness of a sleepy stupor. It’s a superposition of pain and pleasure, just that I can feel neither.
    As I lay incapacitated and wondering what I could do to make me feel better the sheer enormity of lifelessness dawns upon me – very slowly and smoothly. Nothing from what I have done in the past or the future is something that’d drive me, nothing that inspires me, nothing I’d love to do or so my mind compels me to believe. I’m stuck listening to the same feel-bad pink Floyd song and writing as I have always done, to myself – no vent, no translation. I wonder what death must be like – pain must be a bloody good emotion. Oh pain is what I feel in plenty right now, just that I don’t feel it.
    I believe a man must be empowered enough to be able to feel, comprehend and live his own misery, if not be capable to solve it. With what options to you leave a guy when you give him not only no strength to fight, but no mind to realize the enormity of the decadent mess he is around. You can give the person inferior strength so that he may never win, but please God, don’t seize his sight. Let him witness its own death – let individuality prevail, albeit for the brief eternity of a lifetime flashing before his eyes.
  • Last Stand

    Last Stand

    Forgive me this one time, this wont happen again
    I wont let my thoughts run free, the way they would
    I wont let my desires fuel, the way they once did
    And then again, and then again

    I wont dream of having your body in my arms, again
    Your slender figure, your delicate curves, your smooth skin, your anxious moulds
    I wont long to see the crystal gleam in your eyes
    Your eyes............................
    I wont dream of your moist lips on mine
    The sweet summer taste of honey and lime
    I wont ache to smell your bountiful tresses
    Or stroke my crude hands over your tantalizing silken mane
    The strands of strength will be mine no more
    O, Where will I hide without the cosy shelter of your hair
    I wont crave for your reassuring gentle touch
    That still sends scintillating shivers down my spine

    I wont…. Ask you to be my princess, my whore
    My one, my only, my heart, my soul
    I wont desire again to be your man
    Your savior, your hero, your master, your owner
    I wont ever again be your fortress against infiltrators
    And the infiltrator of your fortress…

    So please forgive me now, love
    Forgive me this one time, for this wont happen again
    Never again…..
    ……..but tonight.

    ----------------------------------------------------
    Dedicated to my long forgotten love
  • The Mall

    The Mall

    …..And there's nothing wrong with me
    This is how I'm supposed to be
    In a land of make believe
    That don't believe in me…..

    “Malls: Where people make believe, where escape from reality is cool, where individual identities are conveniently camouflaged in social swarms” – this is what I texted a dear friend last evening. I was at a mall with my family. It was a Sunday evening. I wondered whether the place was reminiscent more of a Virar local at peak rush or a toddler fancy dress competition. There seemed to be an odd, unspoken mutual need for all those people to be there – maybe to reassure each other of their existence. By themselves, they felt like lost strangers, but together they represented the majority of purposeful rationalism.

    We went to the furniture and lifestyle store(y), then to the apparels outlet – a shame-inducing collection of what the definition of fashion (and hence society) is today, inspired of course by our own dons and divas of the film “industry”, lovingly christened by us as celebrities: the people to be celebrated (venerated?)… for what? I said shame inducing above, because it serves as a constant reminder as to what we are meant to look and feel like – which of course redirects to what certain people in certain cities of a certain United States of Assholes look and feel like – or pretend to be doing so. A one-off trip with a (predominantly non-existent) analytical mind is enough to point out the sheer preposterousness of the façade of western culture – the phenomenon that we so unerringly, wholeheartedly and myopically follow.

    I shall make no pretense of it – I felt insecure and rather trivial, looking at the intricately groomed exhibits around me – many of them humans. It is stunning to see just how precisely the (window) shoppers, essentially humans, merge with the ostentatious furniture (pun intended). I am saddened at the willful surrender of the virtuous choice for the ornamental mutual (belief of) social security. I believe it is a cardinal sin to subject one’s concept of class at the sole discretion of the callous, merciless makers of pop culture – advertisers.

    Malls are a vivid example of how the grotesquely gullible majority of the society is willfully carted by the scruff to a bone they neither desire nor need. Fashion provides the indulgent the hope of an individual identity in a public, by robbing from the individual precisely that. The next time you visit a mall, ask the lassie in the miniskirt and sleeveless tank top how comfortable she feels there – she’ll tell you she is just as lonely and insecure as you are (which of course, neither of you will admit). She needs reinforcement and approval from people around, just like you - but do you really need it? Trust me; life is not all a farce – grow up from the perennial tweenteens, will you?

    There is but one thing that felt reassuringly like home among the maze of offensively bright colors and agonizingly bland faces – The comfy sinkable couches, and smell of freshly ground Coffee beans at Café Coffee Day, which tell me there still is hope in this world.

    I'm sure a lot of your opinions differ from mine (That being the point of my blog). Comments are welcome here. For a different perspective on malls, checkout Taani's blogpost here.

  • The Coronation of Wazza

    The Coronation of Wazza

    Caution: The following discussion is wrought for football (soccer?) fans, especially those in favor of a club by the name Manchester United. Viewer discretion recommended.

    A long ball was launched up to Rooney and he took it down with a great touch, turned, and with the Arsenal defense backing off, hit an unbeatable curling shot into the top corner to send Goodison wild. Everton had won, Arsenal’s unbeaten run was over, and Rooney had arrived. Always searching for the sound bite, commentator Clive Tyldesley exclaimed “Remember the name: Wayne Rooney!That was October2002 – he was only 16 then.

    Wayne Rooney signed for the Reds two seasons later after a staggering £27m transfer. In September 2004, he scored a hat trick on his United debut. He was only 18 then. Since then, he has scored some truly memorable goals for united including the scorcher volley against Newcastle, the chip against Portsmouth, the late, late winner against Milan. Besides, he has gone through three injuries, numerous red cards, an infamous spat with a Portuguese ‘winker’, a couple of bar brawls, a Street Striker reality show... and even marriage. He is still only 23.

    In his five-year tenure with United thus far, he has turned from a gifted teenager to the

    backbone of Manchester United. Starting out as a pure forward, he has played, for the greater cause of the Team, on either flank, sometimes even pushed back to the center of midfield. Its commonplace to see Rooney charging up the field, putting his body on the line on an all-or-nothing tackle that isn’t even his job. He has been at Right Back to save the day when Rafael has been daydreaming, or at Left Back when Evra’s ventured too far forward. Although goal scoring is his primary forte, it is by no means his only contribution to the team. Statistics might show that he’s only but scored 20 odd goals each season – but which other forward in world football today charges back, marks, tackles, delivers diagonal crosses, engineers finely threaded through balls, takes corners, and occasionally hits screamers from outside the box?

    The only reason why Rooney hasn’t come into contention as the world’s finest is – because of his modesty and absolute unflagging commitment to United. In the words of CR9, “Rooney will die for United.” Unlike Ronaldo, you do not see Rooney claiming that he is the best in the world, or that the team depends on him. Has football turned into yet another glamour industry – that we can’t see the doers from the posers? It is time the world revives its notion of football – the beautiful game and rises above the Divers and the Winkers.

    It is true that all these five years, Rooney has played second fiddle to Van Nistelrooy and then Cristiano Roanldo – but that’s about to change. The Record Breaking

    transfer of Roanldo to Madrid has pointed out a simple fact – Rooney has come of age – he is now entrusted with the responsibility of spearheading the United attack; we do not need any flamboyant show-offs at Old Trafford anymore. Much as the papers make about Ronaldo’s £80m acquisition, about the (apparent) Glory of signing “world-class” talents (read showmanship), the sale of Ronaldo and Tevez implies, although subtly, the coronation of a new authority, a new torchbearer at Old Trafford – King Rooney.
  • Distorted Perception

    Distorted Perception

    An excerpt from the book “Experiments with People”

    An interesting feature of the psychological immune system is that to operate effectively it must operate discreetly. This raises an interesting question: Is psychological well-being associated with the accurate perception of reality or with a distorted perception of it? The traditional view is that contact with reality is essential for mental health. As the old one-liner goes, neurotics build castles in the air, psychotics live in them, and psychotherapists collect the rent. The alternative view is that, given how inhospitable reality is, human beings cannot bear too much of it. They must therefore endorse comforting illusions in order to function effectively. In an influential article, Taylor and Brown proposed that three classes of positive illusion promote mental health: holding overly flattering views of oneself, overestimating one's personal control, and being unreasonably optimistic about the future. The fact that most normal individuals manifest these illusions, suggests that an accurate perception of reality is not a prerequisite for mental health, and may even militate against it.

    I cannot take my mind off this simplistic façade behind which is concealed an age-old topic of debate. I will take you (and myself) on a journey of breakthroughs, disappointments, definitions and inferences in an attempt to answer to the above question

    It must be said that psychology until today has remained an improper science, often interspersed with philosophy. Thus, it is quite normal behavior for one’s mind to associate with anything starting with psych, something that has got to do with abstract impractical philosophy, or alternatively, the study of madness (indeed, psychology and psychiatry has often been underestimated as being a field for treatment of maniacs, psychotics and criminals). Psychology can only gain practical credibility when it sheds off its inherent dependency on ancient hypothesis and builds its roots on quantitative experimentation, engineering and statistics. [I believe engineering is synonymous with application, without which a science loses its purpose. Engineering thus is an essential link between any scientific hypothesis and human progress, the ultimate aim of science]. For now, let us substitute the term “psychological well being” with, say, mental well being, or happiness. [Inevitably, every philosophical discussion leads to happiness, which (at least provisionally) is the purpose of our existence, and hence of paramount importance]

    Next, we move onto the notion of perception of reality. One cannot possibly talk about reality per se, as the existence of a single absolute reality is yet to be testified. Hence, we can only speculate in terms of our percepts of what we believe to be reality, our system of reference. This fact is well documented by Albert Einstein: “Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.”

    Now that we are acquainted with the definition of our motion, I shall endeavor towards a solution to the question whole. I would like to point out that the question is not at all as trivial as appears to be. The simple sentence postulated by Richard Bach (and inescapably philosophers before him), that instantly makes our question a topic of significant deliberation is this: “The subconscious mind does not differentiate between actual experience and what is intensely imagined.”

    The notion of your well-being being an illusion is indeed a concept uneasy to digest. Nevertheless, if happiness is what we do eventually seek, how does it matter if we actually achieve the things that would enable us to feel happy, or just believe that we have? This line of thought reminds me of any number of terms and phrases used in everyday life – “mind over matter”, “I think, therefore I am” etc

    I have inferred, after reading, experiment and deliberation, that it is way too easy to delude people away from (provisional) reality, the tools to pull it off can vary from rational existentialist argument to force (legal, hierarchal, economic) to mind control (also termed meditation, NLP, hypnosis, voodoo magic, occultism whatever). Hence, it is preposterous (although not intuitively) to allow introspection as a deterministic factor in the attempt to answer our question – put in simple words, people do not always know what is right for them, their perception is often a result of mental manipulation than individual free will. The verdict is this: one cannot, as an absolute, believe one’s eyes, or any other senses for that matter, neither ones power of judgment, which inevitably are shaped by these senses, a scary proposition indeed.

    I have forever been a follower of the motto “Belief is Existence,” more lucidly framed by PSS as “We create our own reality.” We have also heard and experienced the placebo effect that needs belief as a prerequisite for its function, as also hypnosis – the state of trance under which subjects can be made to believe and do things otherwise considered impossible. Some of us might have heard of faith healing, Zen meditation, out of body experience and so forth. Of course, there are innumerable citations, endorsements and evidences for the same in the form of psychological hypothesis, laboratory experiments, and certainly staged performances of the same. In case of further doubt, I urge you to read the book Mind Power (Ask me for the ebook).

    My philosophy of life is modeled partly on one we have always used during lab sessions in college, “If you don’t get the correct value, make it.” I would like to believe that I could forge reality the same way. Why?... Because I Can!

  • Identity

    Identity

    Individuality is no less than a definitive feature of Independence, ensuing growth and prosperity; and identity is the basis of individuality. Without an identity, there can be no Individuality, no Independence and no progress.

    The identity of our beloved campus has been seeded, nurtured and cocooned by our mother campus BITS Pilani, to whom we shall be forever indebted hence grateful. We have been bosomed with bountiful love and patronizing care. The dutiful, condescending restriction, in the name of brand preservation has inevitably taken its toll on our freedom of expression.

    More than one of us feels stifled under this throttling protection called the “BITS Pilani brand name.” We feel the need to establish ourselves as an individual, self sufficient and robust institute, a sovereign vital entity, not an ailing, dwarfed sidekick of an antecedently established University.

    Bottom-line: We need to be proud of our campus, for what it is. Stunted, slipshod, maligned or vulnerable Goa Campus is still ours. It is our responsible, almost patriotic sense of faithfulness that will always wish the best for our campus, no matter how dissatisfied or disillusioned we may become. We have lived with and through BITS Goa’s problems, its problems are our problems, its glory is our own.

    During sleepless nights and boring lectures, over Cold Coffee at Ice ’n’ Spice or abominable mess food, whilst watching football matches together in the common room and cramming formulae in the library, we have discussed and dissected every discernible aspect of our college. From the Quality of the mess food to the quality of Manchester United’s defense, to the quality of girls on campus, we have debated on them all. Our opinions are collectively shaped, our perspectives widened and our knowledge and awareness heightened. For the length of the semester on campus, and inescapably otherwise, our personalities are molded and modeled by our dear campus. Our campus provides us our knowledge, skill-set and values, our own identity, our position in the worldly scheme of things. We, in turn shape the image of our campus, contribute to its reputation and strive to build its prestige. We sell our campus not only to our festival sponsors and Alumni, but also to our friends, family and ourselves. We incessantly strive to make real Ashish Garg’s words, “BITS Goa is just as good, if not better and BITS Pilani”

    Why then, must the identity of our campus itself be mistaken as that of its mother campus, which has had little or no bearing on our present persona? Why must we borrow our identity from another campus when we possess one of our own, a vivid, robust one at that? Do we still need to be in the shadows of our parent campus when we can rise and shine of our own accord? Rise and shine is, incidentally, what we have done and are continuing to do, axiomatically, almost subconsciously.

    What we must realize is that we are, by no means, an adopted stepchild of our mother campus. In fact, we are just as rich and diverse, whether in terms of sheer student talent, clubs, department, associations as well as national level Cultural, Technical and Sports festivals. In a direct, blatant comparison, Goa Campus is much better planned, more scenic and better connected by road, rail and air. The experience of the chilled-out Goan culture, the numerous beaches, forts and scenic hang-out spots place any Goan college apart from just about anywhere else in India, let alone a state-of-the-art institute of Technological excellence; not to forget the exotic seafood and most importantly, essential indulgences at outrageously cheap prices.

    We have adopted a sound and coherent departmental and coordination committee structure at Goa that works synchronously and seamlessly, and is constantly setting benchmarks for other colleges, certainly even our mother campus to emulate. Make no mistake about it, Quark and Waves are fast growing bigger than Apogee and Oasis ever were. They may have the experience and consequent establishment through convention, but we have the exuberance of youth, and the momentum of an unflagging pursuit for improvement, tending to excellence.

    We may not (yet) be at par in terms of sheer numbers in faculty, e-journal subscriptions, electives as well as placements and Practice School, but what the hell – you cannot have it all! We must remember our campus is but five years old, things can only, only get better from here.

    Finally yet importantly, we have tremendous unity and trust among students, not only intra-hostel but also spanning over all hostels, batches and branches. This fact has evidently been manifested more than once, most notably, in what is deemed the BITS-Goa Independence Day, lovingly christened The Maggi Revolution (having symbolic as well as literal implications). Our associations have strengthened through mutual interests (or lack of it) – the hours spent expelling potent, profane interjections on DC mainchat, through evenings spent playing games at SAC or hanging out at Nescafe, through the nights spent (placebo-lically studying) fervently discussing and analyzing football, girls/guys, the campus and ironies of life in general. We have formed mutually inseparable bonds whilst playing, studying, eating and (sometimes) even sleeping together (no pun intended).

    How then, can we even think of condemning our campus, our self-constructed realm, our haven by right? Is it not just brilliantly, precisely the way we have wanted and made it to be? Why then would we want to consider any other institute, let alone a Pilani, as superior to our own? It is time we put our thought and belief into action and live by our motto, which rightfully is “Proud to be a BITSGian.” It is time people know our campus as BITS-Goa, in independent identity, take notice of us for what we are, not our parent institute lying in a desert land some thousand miles away.

  • Slumdog Indians?

    Slumdog Indians?

    The following is the unedited version of the article published for the international youth magazine "Voices". For the published article, follow the link here

    The next time you crave for your favorite cheeseburger, imagine this: Nearly half the people in the world live on less than $2 per day, and one billion people live on $1 a day, according to reports by UN-Habitat and the World Bank. Slumdog Millionaire has shown audiences around the world a snapshot of what life is like for one in every six people on this planet.

    A slum is an area where people live without one or more of life's necessities, characterized by inadequate income, shortage of sufficient food and safe water; and often problems of inadequate housing, even indebtedness. Inadequate public services like piped water, sanitation, drainage, roads, inadequate basic services such schools, health-care, emergency services and public transport. Inadequate protection including laws regarding civil and political rights, occupational health and safety, environmental health, protection from violence and crime, from discrimination and exploitation, without a voice within bureaucratic structures, and no support for developing their own initiatives. It is the vicious cycle of population growth, opportunities in the cities and poverty with low incomes that that forces the rural to relocate to cities causes slums to grow rapidly

    India's slums have been in the international spotlight recently since the success of the movie Slumdog Millionaire, the rags-to-riches tale of poor boy rising from the slums of Mumbai.

    India is a fascinating mix of amazing facts and contradictions. Despite the many benefits that India’s privileged classes have secured after a decade of impressive economic growth, the lives of the poor and marginalized continue to stagnate in malnutrition and apathy. Urban poverty in India is huge; some 81 million people live in urban areas on incomes that are below the poverty line.

    “Abject, rampant poverty is still a reality for a large chunk of our population. Too many of our citizens are illiterate, too many are without primary healthcare, and too many live in slums, where living conditions are pathetic. We must not desensitize ourselves to such grave an injustice.” -Ajachi Chakrabarti, student, India

    Nevertheless, these very slum dogs who live in extreme misery and apathy still uphold their dignity, and are unwilling to give in without a fight. Dharavi boasts of a wide array of vibrant, diverse small-scale industries. People here live with the exhilaration of living each moment as their last, their incessant quest to live to fight another day, a joy we affluent might never be able to experience. Some Indians find the word Slumdog to be insulting; in Indian culture, dog - kutte in Hindi - has been a derogatory appellation for centuries. The desolate image depicted of the slums has enraged local slum-dwellers, resulting in protests, burning of effigies, boycotts and even a court case, led by several slum activists, Bollywood actors and members of the international press.

    “Slumdog Millionaire willfully discourages the average tourist to India, for whom the graphic, stark images of misery will easily overwhelm any painstakingly made holiday brochure. It is almost as if the director has “sold” India to have his mega-blockbuster. Most of the scenes highlight our plight - they are the scenes that are sold the world over – the image of a poor and crippled India. They never talk about the battle the people are waging every day. They strip us of all our dignity, and show us in shame and disgrace.” –Dr. Saby John K, Professor of Biology, India

    “The Movie is a desperate attempt to reinforce the image that the west has about India – about it being a third world country, underdeveloped, and possibly with no scope of improvement. Certainly, this might be viewed as an attempt to stifle India’s recent growth as a major global power, in the wake of an international economic slowdown. Slumdog’s Oscar victory is only a marketing gimmick run by people that do not truly understand India and still have the same century old ideas about our great nation” –Anand Ramachandran, Student, India

    Countless Indians are compelled to live in slums, not because they are impoverished, but because city planners have failed to build low-cost alternatives. Housing projects would provide residents properly constructed homes, basic infrastructure like sewage, electricity and running water.

    Efforts to reduce urban poverty in India are increasingly driven by the urban poor themselves, supported by local NGOs. The method developed by the Indian NGO SPARC comprises of

    a. Developing pilot projects with low-income groups and community organizations, alternative ways of building/improving homes, running credit schemes, setting up public toilets and organising community-determined resettlement, as also

    b. Engaging national officials and international agents in a dialogue with communities about how these projects can be expanded.

    The makers of Slumdog Millionaire have recently announced they are to donate £500,000 to a charity that will help children living in the slums of Mumbai. Director Danny Boyle said, “Having benefited so much from the hospitality of the people of Mumbai it is only right that some of the success of the movie be ploughed back into the city in areas where it is needed most and where it can make a real difference to some lives.” The children in Slumdog Millionaire are moving from the real-life slums in Mumbai into new homes. The authorities in India have decided to reward the stars for “bringing laurels” to the country.

    I wonder what we could do for the millions of other children who live in poverty. I believe that everyone in the world, no matter what race or no matter where they live, should have food in their stomachs and a roof over their heads. I believe youth participation is the key to many of today’s problems; the passion of youth, when transformed into actions, would be essential to tackle many pressing issues. Youths are urged to work hard instead of waiting for the government to do everything for them in the fight against poverty

    While stepping down as United Nations secretary-general after a 10-year long tenure, Kofi Annan told the assembly of youth: "I know you will not resign yourselves to a world where others die of hunger, remain illiterate and lack human dignity. Slums represent the worst of urban poverty and inequality; yet the world has the resources, expertise and power to eradicate poverty by 2015. That is where you, the young leaders, come in. Your voice and your organization, activity and energy can hold leaders to those pledges that they have made. Together, we can overcome the apathy and lack of political will, and move ahead in our effort to help the world’s slum dwellers to attain lives of dignity, prosperity and peace.”

    The India of Mother Teresa still exists - People living in the streets, a woman crawling from a cardboard box, men bathing at a fire hydrant, men relieving themselves by the roadside. On the other hand, we have the world’s largest middle class; and the “Rich” Indians too. We have an exploding education sector, a booming computer segment, a fountain of medical professionals, some most exciting modern English literature; and a Bollywood to rival Hollywood. In any case, our nation cannot be trivialized as “slumdogs”, certainly not by a foreign moviemaker.

  • It's okay

    It's okay

    I guess it okay, once in a while, to just lay back and enjoy the proceedings around you. Every now and again, something happens that reminds you that the world is, eventually, a good place, and the primary human feeling is happiness and love; not hatred, fear, jealousy, guilt or its byproducts. Little acts of genuine generosity by people; glimpses of natural beauty are good enough for the cynical marathon runner to stand by, smile, relax just that wee bit, and begin running again. This last paragraph is actually a justification for appreciation of beauty, an indicator of the extent to which man today has become business oriented selfish minded.

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    On that note I shall embark upon my topic, which is – selfless help; when you need it the most. It’s the true identifier of a friend, when applied as a test for that, and well; when strangers out of the way decide to help you – that’s your sign, your morale booster you needed on your quest to make this world a better place, to make a difference in more than a grandmother sort-of way. It is a sign that people are in fact good at heart; some of them at least. It comes as a huge elation and relief to know that that drives people eventually is good; and god is one – it is neither selfish nor selfless; it is rather symbiotic. It also reminds you of a very important basic law: that two heads work better than one; that society is, in fact, the way ahead for humanity. What has been made in the name of society is admittedly grave, but presently irrelevant; nevertheless, what matters is: there is hope.

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    Hope is arguably the biggest indulgence of a human, and a human by definition is imperfect, implying flawed.

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    Indulgences can easily be considered precisely the things that make man human, and hence imperfect. It is the indulgence and the consequent desire of the indulgences that create all suffering. A lot of our daily fads, fancies, wants and needs are ultimately indulgences – from addiction to drinks, drugs & gaming, to material desires, to the need to be loved. I believe hope is the biggest indulgence. Hope gives no guarantee of the future, no realistic material gains whatsoever. All the same, such is the irony of existence, that hope is, in fact, the pillar on which society stands at its most vulnerable, most needy hour. Hope is that imaginary force, whereby men live, whereby men soldier on, whereby men make possible the things that could only be hoped of.
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    And hence I say, that there is hope carries great significance, gives us renewed energy and strength, and makes our battles that little bit easier to fight, an invisible ally, impotent in material power, but infinitely powerful in moral empowerment.
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    Isn’t it great sign to see that old, seemingly unimportant friend help you out monetarily, physically or psychologically, when you need it the most, when all other doors have been shut on your face (including your so-called trusted friends) and all other hope lost. It is probably a greater joy to see, in the midst of a stranger crowd, someone coming out and helping out, just when you thought you’re about to be broken, just when you thought all was lost. That is the feeling of receiving timely human help, something I experienced today. It revitalizes your philosophy of live, renews your belief in people, and makes you want to help others in turn. The world is, after all, not about power and money and success – existence is fueled by love.

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  • A helping hand

    A helping hand

    I guess it okay, once in a while, to just lay back and enjoy the proceedings around you. Every now and again, something happens that reminds you that the world is, eventually, a good place, and the primary human feeling is happiness and love; not hatred, fear, jealousy, guilt or its byproducts. Little acts of genuine generosity by people; glimpses of natural beauty are good enough for the cynical marathon runner to stand by, smile, relax just that wee bit, and begin running again. This last paragraph is actually a justification for appreciation of beauty, an indicator of the extent to which man today has become business oriented selfish minded.
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    On that note I shall embark upon my topic, which is – selfless help; when you need it the most. It’s the true identifier of a friend, when applied as a test for that, and well; when strangers out of the way decide to help you – that’s your sign, your morale booster you needed on your quest to make this world a better place, to make a difference in more than a grandmother sort-of way. It is a sign that people are in fact good at heart; some of them at least. It comes as a huge elation and relief to know that that drives people eventually is good; and god is one – it is neither selfish nor selfless; it is rather symbiotic. It also reminds you of a very important basic law: that two heads work better than one; that society is, in fact, the way ahead for humanity. What has been made in the name of society is admittedly grave, but presently irrelevant; nevertheless, what matters is: there is hope.
    {
    Hope is arguably the biggest indulgence of a human, and a human by definition is imperfect, implying flawed.
    {
    Indulgences can easily be considered precisely the things that make man human, and hence imperfect. It is the indulgence and the consequent desire of the indulgences that create all suffering. A lot of our daily fads, fancies, wants and needs are ultimately indulgences – from addiction to drinks, drugs & gaming, to material desires, to the need to be loved. I believe hope is the biggest indulgence. Hope gives no guarantee of the future, no realistic material gains whatsoever. All the same, such is the irony of existence, that hope is, in fact, the pillar on which society stands at its most vulnerable, most needy hour. Hope is that imaginary force, whereby men live, whereby men soldier on, whereby men make possible the things that could only be hoped of.
    }
    And hence I say, that there is hope carries great significance, gives us renewed energy and strength, and makes our battles that little bit easier to fight, an invisible ally, impotent in material power, but infinitely powerful in moral empowerment.
    }
    Isn’t it great sign to see that old, seemingly unimportant friend help you out monetarily, physically or psychologically, when you need it the most, when all other doors have been shut on your face (including your so-called trusted friends) and all other hope lost. It is probably a greater joy to see, in the midst of a stranger crowd, someone coming out and helping out, just when you thought you’re about to be broken, just when you thought all was lost. That is the feeling of receiving timely human help, something I experienced today. It revitalizes your philosophy of live, renews your belief in people, and makes you want to help others in turn. The world is, after all, not about power and money and success – existence is fueled by love.
    }

    PS: I twisted my ankle while getting off the train today. Ligament tear, no fracture. And yes, the people on the platform were great, very helpful.
  • The Twenty Eighth of May

    The Twenty Eighth of May

    Welcome to the world. Much of the direction and theme of a written composition is determined by its first couple of lines, and I shall do my best to screw up this particular piece of forced write-up, just like the countless others that have preceded it. Change is what we secretly desire, but change also is the thing we dread the most. The world is a (seemingly) haphazard assortment of spring – mass systems, in seemingly unstable equilibrium, equilibrium because it has inertia and unstable as it has springiness too. The paradox about change is only too well known, but almost never appropriately documented, which perfectly complies with the paradox of change itself. The world can sometimes seem to be standing still, constant and unmoving, almost agonizingly so, the next moment, another facet of the same subject would display mutating volatility, making you doubt your premises and ultimately doubt the world around you, you being the pivot of it, the tool for its cause and the recipient of its effect. Cause and effect they say, checks and balances. The world can make you feel big and small at the same time, if only you can hold these two viewpoints in your mind simultaneously. The whole soap opera industries including its viewers have *gregariously* embraced the phenomenon of contradiction and its fallouts and prepare themselves for the ever changing steady state that’s life and console themselves by showing fantasized love stories or impossible hero-worship-inducing action scenes. The result being today’s entertainment industry or showbiz, the name a perfect epitome of the contradiction surrounding us. How can entertainment ever be equated to business? Sadly though, it is, and people fall for it, into it, they dive into it hook line and sinker. The evil of sensationalism, amplified and glorified by the media, serves as the perfect escape for formally-high-aiming-mediocre who would like nothing more than to safely negotiate the present moment, and live to negotiate another day. What I am talking about is people without a sting in their tail, without an edge to their so-called knives. We live in a society of degeneration camouflaged as peace and harmony, rather a perennial attempt at it.

    ------------------------------------------------------------

    The break of para eventually came in the form of a soup break. And I have forgotten what I was writing, except that it was futile anyway. So I start fresh.

    Let us talk about “high”. I have found a host of things giving me (or people around me) a high. But what is this high anyway? What is the deal with the altered state of consciousness, of “tranquility”, “trance”, “the alpha state”, “meditation”, “hypnosis”; as also “drunk” “stoned”... different words for the same outcome, then maybe not? It is all in the head isn't it, eventually. What is it that drugs (legal and illegal) can do to you that you cannot do to yourself? We all, without exception subscribe ourselves to substances or acts which get us into one of these (different?) states of mind, ranging from drinking, smoking, sex (or simulation), coffee (trust me), drugs; as also meditation, pranayam, prayer, yoga, the likes. Why do we need an institutionalized approach to achieve that temporary glorious feeling, when it is our mind that generates and makes-real the feeling eventually? It is like liking for happiness in money, objects, people and situations. Isn’t it the mind that generates the feeling of happiness, and don’t give me the crap that you anyway aren’t in control of your mind, in which case you will be well advised to commit suicide. There ain’t no fun living a live controlled by another independent phenomena. It just isn’t right, ask yourself why. What I’m driving at is simple, and glaringly obvious: why not try and tame your mind, and constrain (?!) it to be happy, rather than signing up for art of living courses or worse so, letting material ambitions drive you to a machine-like state of worldly trade of goods and services; and the worst the money (and more importantly) time and energy in trying to “find” true love. I agree it is the age of technology and media, but you do not “find” love, or friendship or happiness for that matter, on networking forums such as orkut, facebook, MySpace, twitter, hi5 and the thousands others that are making money out of your stupidity. No, contacting your friends et al is not a waste of time, but downloading “hot” pictures and sending anonymous friend requests and “proposals” sure is.

    The last I heard, the level to which social networking had progressed was this: “Will you do loveship with me?” Hilarious or sad, your call.

    I am not a cynical old man who can see no good in this world anymore; I am just a guy who believes some things have got to change. Change for what, change how – well I am still working on that part. And while I am at it, why don’t I swim in my self-made dump yard, and ask you to think for independent of social standards, and look for a unique, coherent and practical solution to the mess we find ourselves today.

    A litmus test for what is right: does it feel right? No not the shell, penetrate the worldly cocoon and see, you’ll know.
  • Broken

    Broken

    Nobody knows whats going on inside
    Nobody must know whats goin on inside
    I can subject myself to all sorts of shit
    And I can swim in the seas of agony
    And I can kill myself for doing it
    I can taste sweet, sweet depression
    I can scale the orgasmic pinnacle of pain
    And I can swim through and out of my shit
    And feel good at the end of it
    And no one will ever know what made me
    And I will be made
    I might seem invincible, but i'm not
    I might seem vulnerable, but i'm not
    No one will know what can break me
    And I can be broken
    But nobody will know how to break me
    Cause there's only person that could break me
    And that... is me.
  • Why Manchester United?

    Why Manchester United?

    Like it or not, you have surely asked yourself this question some time or the other. I would like to make my stance on this. I find this an extremely daunting task, as I find the weight of a billion odd United supporters on my shoulders; I need to do justice to each one of them – to their love and devotion. Most importantly, I need to do justice to my own love – if I define it, the definition must be perfect.

    I support Manchester United. No wait, I LOVE Manchester United; And it is not for not for sale. Over the course of the next 500 words or so, I will try and convince you why. Just for the record, it is extremely difficult to define just why you love what you love, it will be a shame if you have to justify to yourself someday why exactly you love your mother or girlfriend.

    First, let me introduce you to my idea of love. According to me, beauty = love = pain = pleasure. What you find beautiful you love and vice versa. Love burns a hole in your heart, it gives you pain, it makes you feel alive and human. It is the purest orgasmic feeling one can have. There is a joy of giving in love, that lust would never be able to gratify (by lust, I mean any sort of expectation attached to an object or being). Love is NOT a deal, it is unconditional, hence it is generally one sided. Can you ever love your mother as much as she loves you? Very importantly, love is one and one only; differentiating between different forms of love is plain immaturity. I love my mother just as equally as I love my brother, my best friend, my laptop and Manchester United.

    A popular misconception among people is that all people support United just because they have popular (flamboyant) players, an attractive gameplay, a horde of budding talent, a glorious history, a great manager, a rich owner and powerful sponsors, as also the fact they have a brilliant record lately, and are winning most trophies. Well, as you know, all of that is true. And I agree a big number of our supporters are wannabes or bandwagon joiners. Nevertheless, I know people who love United for United, and nothing else. They (we) couldn’t care less if we (United) got relegated next season, or sold Cristiano Ronaldo to Man City, or went bankrupt. We don’t even care if United en-cashes, shuts up shop, and ceases to be a football club altogether. We just love United, and we give it everything we can – our support, our prayers, our energy, and even our bodies (United jersey sales are second to none).

    United’s victory is our victory; United’s defeat is our defeat. We mourn in togetherness (or solitude) when Rooney gets injured, and revel in the glory of his timely goal. What do we get out of it...? What do we get out of sex? What do we get out of a relationship? What do we get out of buying our dream car or getting a promotion? Isn’t happiness what we are all after, blissful overwhelming absolute joy? Well, that is what supporting United gives us. All us (real) supporters across the globe - we have never met each other, but we feel the same feeling, our hearts are in perfect sync; we rejoice in unison, we bleed in unison; the same red blood flows
    through each one of us.

    That is why you shortsighted “anti-Manu” supporters always get your ass kicked by us, and always will.

    UNITED FOREVER
  • Some good ones

    Some good ones

    Here's a compilation of some brilliant Rajni one liners. Happy Birthday to him!

    Techie:
    • Rajnikant gets a 230 Volt o/p from IC741
    • Rajnikant's Windows has never crashed
    • Rajni can perform Ac analysis on a Dc signal
    • Rajnikant wrote his autobiography. IEEE published it
    • Rajnikant once installed Vista on 8051.
    • Rajnikant can extract electricity from ground
    • Rajni is free of Harmonic content
    • Pick: Rajnikant can interface 100 64K rams with a single 2-4 address decoder
    Gaming/Sport:
    • Rajnikant can give headshots with a knife
    • Rajnikant doesn't play counterstrike bcoz he once died in the hands of Jaffa.
    • Rajnikant raped Henri Lansbury in FIFA
    • Rajnikant plays CS with touchpad
    • Rajni said enough... United started losing.
    • Pick: Rajnikant gave Cristiano Ronaldo acting lessons.
    DC++:
    • Rajnikant is the only Titan admin on Wodstock
    • Rajnikant can listen to Meet Radio (!)
    • Rajnikant kicked Autobot, and Titan still remained.
    • Rajnikant downloaded a decent TV series on Titan
    • Pick: Rajnikant can get invisible slots from Sunsilk
    Campus:
    • Someone complained to rajnikant about excessive dogs and lack of faculty on campus. We now have Hutch-Dog (you know who :P )
    • DOSM uses Rajni's name to get spons for Quark
    • Rajnikant can access this blog from outside campus :D
    • Rajnikant taught ES2 to Nagrath and Kothari.
    • Rajnikant can eat mess food.
    • BITS Pilani was initially called RITS Pilani
    • Rajnikant is the Invisible proest guy on Dojma poll
    • Rajnikant asked whats DISCO ... they renamed DISCO as fees.
    • Rajnikant watches p**n on campus net
    • Rajni has stayed awake for one full EIIT class
    • Rajnikant is 2000 Batch passout from BITS-Goa
    • Pick: Rajnikant got his prize money for Quark 2009
    Random:
    • Rajnikant is the only student of Jeppiar who kissed a girl and didn't get a sem drop
    • Rajni can speak braille
    • Rajni can have a threesome with one chick
    • Rajnikant broke himesh's nose.
    • Rajnikant has counted to infinity... twice. I lose concentration at 69 :(
    • Pick: Rajnikant cut down on his tips last year. The cause of recession is unknown
    - Courtesy Direct Connect Plus Plus, RITS-Pilani, Goa
  • A Jobless Compilation, at best

    A Jobless Compilation, at best

    Okay I'm not making these up.

    Presenting BPGC's Seasonal Audio Collection, Spring 2009
    1. "Its the time to DISCO" - (Kal Ho Na Ho) ........Best way to avoid T2... Its the coolest "in" thing to do this Summer.
    2. "DISCO dewaane" - (WhoCares) .......Yes, Our college administrations is suddenly DISCO crazy, and crazy are we (read "I") to write about it.
    3. "DISCO Inferno" - (50 Cent) .......Turning up the heat(?)
    4. "Barso Re" - (Old School DISCO) ..........[A class of people favoring traditional ideas - wordweb] Somethings never change :|
    5. "DISCO '82" - (Red hot mixes) ........Is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named 82 yet?
    6. "Dard-E-DISCO" - (Om Shanti Om) ..........Yeah, it hurts.
    7. "Burn This DISCO Out" - (Michael Jackson) ...........At least we don't convert to Islam after cribbing about black-and-white and "hitting on" little kids.
    8. "Lets Hug It Out B***h" - (DISCO D) .............Reminds me of DevD X-|
    9. "DISCO Science" - (OST Snatch) ..............Yes, its a Science. Humanities Dept profs offering SOP on DISCO next sem.
    10. "The DISCO Strangler" - (Eagles) ..............When you feel like strangling THE man (or DOG) who's making you go through this.
    11. "Grandiose and DISCOurse" - (Just Vocabulary) .........A DISCO for Discourse, we've heard that before! Remember AH1?
    12. And Finally......... "Born To DISCO" - (DJ Seb MLMP) ............Well, there are people who've got 3 DISCO's in a sem. Inborn talent, must be said. Not every "Aam" aadmi can perform this feat :P
  • Garb

    Garb

    Millions of people die everyday, hungry of affection, attention or even recognition.
    The comfortably numb society is on a world take-over spree.
    The gravitational pull decreases everyday, every second.
    “blind” is the latest fashion trend- that people can’t see anyway.
    Entropy is a form of currency.
    Freedom is taboo, slavery’s pop.
    It’s a loss to both, the devil and angel.
    Exception and acceptance have parted ways.
    Hitler and Teresa are in disbelief and dismay.
    Peter keating is our new superhero.
    The earth is firm on its foundations, how I wish it would crumble.
    The chaos generates a low grade silence, that deafens beyond repair.
    Life is a chess game with the outcome same for both, if only it went to a penalty shootout.

    So have a good drown, as you go down………
    All alone… dragged down by the stone.
  • The Question Again

    The Question Again

    What are we here for again? Moreover, where did that vision of whatever we are supposed to do go that we started updating and watching Google Talk messages? The society today is becoming weaker by the day. Weaker in the sense that we depend on each other more with every passing moment, and the depravation from human contact even for a couple of minutes is beginning to become a dark, scary prospect that nobody seems to want to explore. Whether its going together for classes, or to eat or to play a game or sport or finish an assignment, the world is being pulled, literally, to doing it with each other. Even in their most alone moments, people today are chatting on Gtalk or abusing each other on DC. I admit that my life and observations are limited to BITS-Pilani, Goa ONLY as of now, but isn’t the same applicable elsewhere too? We are getting more and more used to being in the comfort of other people (when a bit of introspection would reveal it is not a comfortable state of being at all).

    I have never had a problem with human interaction. In an ideal society, it IS the way forward, as it facilitates sharing of ideas and helps dissemination of ideas and distribution of workload; but surely what we’re making out of society today isn’t what it was meant to be. Its fast turning into a recluse from reality, an excuse for escapism from work, and a reinforcement of perceived normalcy in a rapidly degenerating civilization from its ideal trajectory.

    Human life is certainly not meant to be JUST sharing of feelings (and not ideas), sharing of mutual cozy warmth due to cancellation of external disturbance, and most certainly not the supposed progress of the human race at the cost of all other races, and the environment and the rest of the universe, really. Everybody knows (though many choose not to remind themselves) that nobody knows why we are here, or what this “ideal trajectory” really is. How about spending some more time trying to figure that out, instead of jacking off to the latest pop diva or getting wasted on perversely cultivated weeds.

    It is in order to say here that SOME institutions have in fact taken steps to this measure – finding out the bigger picture – namely science and religion/spirituality. These two schools roughly over the course of the last two millennia have literally catfought each other in hope of emerging as the sole authority. Ironically, prior to two millennia, they walked hand in hand and actually tried to move toward an answer. There were no states back then, no supreme court and certainly no swarm intelligence (though the human has always threatened to move toward that very eventuality). Then came Jesus Christ, or did he? Over the course of time, (at the cost of the ever-vulnerable general public) two separate schools emerged – and tried to suppress each other at every stage, completely conscious of the lethality of the other one. There was a time when religion dominated, when science tried to fir itself into the bible’s scheme of things; now its science on top and religion tries to justify itself scientifically! Enter spirituality, an underhand ally to religion- though at the surface they constantly pretend to snub each other; thus giving the perception of healthy competition, and seemingly increasing the choices of common man. Some of the ancestors of these various religious/spiritual bodies (if they actually existed) must even have got it right, but over the years and subjected to corrupt conditioning, practically all these schools have lost their true essence.

    What not many have realized until today though, is that science and religion are essentially two opinions, rather two angles of seeing the same ‘real’ picture. I am convinced reality is one and one only. Traced to its roots, one would find both these bodies talking about the same truth, describing the same components of the bigger picture in their respective languages and perspectives.
    Nonetheless, we must look beyond. Our eyes may not be showing us everything we ought to see, our mind may or may not be able to understand everything that’s going on; but in the light of present day social antics, our ability to see, feel and judge have surely deteriorated, if not lost forever.

    We have seen with humans though, in the limited way we can see, that (in our domain of concern, at least) nothing is impossible; and that there is no perfectionism (a contradiction right there, a thing to ruminate on, later), nothing like glory or bust – only progress. This can only give us hope (hope being the sickest creation of humans yet, yet being an essential and invaluable asset), and hope is the basis on which humanity survives, it’s the driving force that allows us to wake up the next day and look forward to a better future. There is no denying we are in a mess, but I am sure somewhere in the depths of our depression shall we find the answer we have gone looking for across the galaxy and beyond. The best way out of shit is through it; embrace complexity, and symmetry shall emerge from within.
  • Going Solo

    Going Solo

    <7even> Hello, ladies! I'm Soumyadeep aka 7even. I'm a straight-forward guy with a terrific sense of humour and a working pair of feet. I'm interested in attending the Salsa Workshop, but only if I have the company of a sweet charming lady - someone just like you. So, if you are interested, do PM me!

    An extremely abominable but true situation for some 1000 guys in campus (200 are going out with the 200 girls in campus, 500 dont care and 200 like each other). The lonelines and insecurity among the single (and fast getting desperate) guys just escalates every day, every sem, with seemingly no hope for gratification in the near future. Its on days like valentine's day, Salsa workshops and DJ nights when this hopelessness really goes overboard, and climaxes into depression, cynicism, envy or even pure hatred. They (we) are constantly eyeing the fifty odd girls (i wouldn't call them chicks/babes) in campus that are still single, having fancied EACH one of them. The expectations of all these 1k people peaks during our ingenius (?) fests, a new hope to score a potential hot chick from another college (afterall, it ALWAYS happens in movies)

    It's downright sick, and yet understandable, that guys meticulously gather and compile a collection of BITSian babes, or Babes in Waves. There are people in them, fellow humans, who deserve a right to life and freedom to roam around without the risk of being photographed and fantasized about.

    Its high time we got over ourselves (our mutating hormones, really) and decided to move on and do
    some fruitful work instead of cribbing at our lack of romantic prospects in this campus. We are, afterall, BITSians who are, all said and done, the cream of the country. Don't waste your talent (idaresay) friends, you are all capable of some really good shit. This eternal craving just aint the right way to spend time.
    Karm karo, phal zaroor milega. For now, Lets enjoy WAVES!
  • Swarm Intelligence

    Swarm Intelligence

    Have you ever considered it embarrassing, even shameful, to walk to the garbage can and dump your glass of Coke when you're "chillin" out' with friends. It just doesn't fit with the definition of cool, does it? Its just so much more hep to just fling it on the pathway; and if it's an empty bottle, its sooo cool to kick it far, show off some football skills.

    Ever taken a smoke just 'cause everyone around's doing it too. You wouldn't wanna be an outcast, would you. Who cares about parents, they can't see you here now can they. Besides, its the coolest thing to do on earth... just look at all the Hollywood celebs smokin' away to glory; hell its a style statement, it might even serve as the perfect stimulus for that exxxtra effort or that groundbreaking brainwave that you're about to have, that will set you apart from the rest.

    Ever made up with a guy/gal just because everyone around has one too? Ah you don't care how much time or money or your soul you're losing... social recognition is everything. Being alone just isn't an option, its not cool, you see! Doesn't it just give so much of security to be like everyone else, so damn difficult to move away from the crowd and use your own brains eh. Afterall, we live in a society.

    We've always heard about "those" success stories of a few people who "just had things going in their favor." Of course, we want to be like them- rich and successful and famous and different from the rest, just like them (!) but then we're not all that fortunate, now are we. We have sucky professors, sucky mess food, study in a sucky college, and maybe we don't have ideal support/inspiration from our parents, maybe we haven't had that visionary mentor who opened our eyes forever. No no, we're just normal... besides, its soo cool to be normal.

    People hate it when you say everybody's the same. Matter of fact, an integral part of our cultural conditioning is to "believe" that everyone's is different, everyone's unique, just like everyone else. Truth is - everyone's the same. All, but a meager few that one could count with his fingers.. if he could.

    Heck, we even go give our papers for recheck, try and get a few more marks, just because the whole LT is doing the same thing. Something 'might' get increased, says a friend, and seemingly, that's way too much peer pressure to retaliate. How about attending class and sitting on the last bench, when there is no attendance criterion. Why would you waste precious hours of your life in classes when you don't give shit about what the guy's trying to teach. Butt... its so overwhelmingly cool just to sit on the last bench and ask doubts and try to screw the prof, or just make fun of him or draw caricatures, maybe play a game of good ol' X-and-0 (we're all six year olds afterall)... and the coolest thing of all - write on benches. That's the mecca of cool, that.... etches your name in the annals of bits-pilani history, it gives you legend status. The more sarcastic, the better. The more abuses to the prof, the cooler. Oh, and its very cool to join the same CAT classes that the whole batch has joined, its waay better than trying to study on your own. 13.5k is hardly a price for the invaluable 'quality time' you get to spend with your best friends in class.

    And then people say BITS Goa sucks. Kindly go get a life in Goa Engineering College
  • I give a damn about Eight Academy Awards

    I give a damn about Eight Academy Awards

    Is it a landmark achievement, or is it something we should have won a long time back. Are we supposed to feel patriotic for a movie that was not even made for Indian audiences? Is this the right time to make more movies 'tailormade' for Hollywood, or is it time when we show the finger to our auto-plagiarists Mr. Akshay Kumar, Mr. Shahrukh I-Am-The-Most-Charming-Man-In-The-World Khan and Miss Cute-And-Bubbly Katrina Kaif. Isnt this the time that we finally get over our obsession of producing and watching unrealistic and intellectually retarding comedy/romance and get down to making some real movies. And God, can we please get rid of Mr Reshammiya, Mr Anu Malik and Miss hot and spicy Rakhi Sawant. You're only fooling yourselves people- get out of the loop for once.

    Hell yes, Academys/Oscars are one of the most sane award ceremonies, but don't you still have Stacy Ferguson and Yoyoyo 50 cent performing for those, not to forget the 'men' - Enrique Iglesias, Justin Timberlake... you get the point. Hollywood is full of shit too. Why do we have to look for social recognition from the country where every one out of two marriages ends in divorce.

    India shining or India whining - certainly dont let it be India DontCare. We're a great nation, and boy is it high time we got our shit going in the right direction. Did anyone realize there was not ONE bit of inspirational content in that multilingual-multinational-multi award winning movie. Nothing, zero, zilch. Pure DRAMA - the world loves it. How about something that you can take home at the end of the movie, that you could apply in your pointless life, and actually make a difference in the perma-stagnant status-quo

    I cant rant about this forever, i got work to do. They've tried really hard, and they've got so far.... but we still have some brains left in us. Dont look for a switch to turn you on, you're not a digital circuit. Dont kid yourself. Wake up people, there's work to do.
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