quickspeak

So…I am back from IITB. Mood Indigo was absolute fun. Pranks, prizes and fairies ( )…I got them all, done properly. Missed someone chocophilic though. IITK team rocked like anything. It was the first ever IITK visit to Mood I and it was simply superb. The results :

!st : Halla Bol ( Street play competition )

!st : Sahitya Dhara ( Hindi Literary Crossover )

2nd : Take a Quill Spill ( English Creative Writing Competition )

3rd : Doobta Faisla ( Mock Court Case Competition )

Thanks to Anurag with whom I teamed up for Sahitya Dhara. Thanks to all those mystery novels I read, they helped me spilling with the quill at the right time. Thanks to the whole contingent for good support, especially Bake, Andoo, Sri, Jayant and of course Nishant, the Contingent Leader with true leading spirit. My best.

IITK team won over 9000 bucks and since I like running nude for publicity, my share in this accounts to 2250 bucks. Yippie!!! I am rich!!!!!

Did a lot at MOOD I. Best thing was that we were not fucked outright. The shit factor was minimum; a sharp contrast to what we did at Rendezvous earlier this year. Shall be bringing to you the account in the following weeks. So stay tuned. More is on its way.

silly rhymes,

silentEcho

diving in…

Packing rite now for MoodI. The team will leave the campus at 12 midnight from Hall 2 gate. We will leave for Mumbai by Kushinagar Express at 2:15 hours. Going early this time. We will have one full day to ourselves seeing that the culfest begins on 26th. Will be back by Pushpak Express on 31st in the morning so we will celebrate the new year eve in the campus ( Vodka and things ready?? ). I will miss a week’s worth of classes and so will have to cover a lot. But I am not thinking much about it. Will see that on the new year weekend. Right here right now is the time to enjoy! And so I am just, as they say, diving in.

cya on 31st,

silentEcho

Its Official : CPI out

The SPI and CPI are finally out. Banke phoned me about the transcripts and I logged in just now to see my standing. Its not as bad as my worst dreams had suggested but its not good either. Got B’s in ‘em all barring one and so as I said here, the king has been dethroned. Lost it to Dick. Let’s see what I come up with in the fourth sem. I don’t have anything else to say.

smiling tears,
silentEcho

Happy Birthday Maa

Happy Birthday Maa. The child in me sees sunshine when you are around. Thanks for making me what I am and many happy returns of the day.

Your son,
Arvind

Of love and lovers-2

You have just taken bath and now you want to enjoy the sun. What do you do? Go out in sun ( after wearing clothes that is). Maa was already sitting in the garden swing enjoying the december noon. I followed suit and sat with her. So…

“Amma ek baat poochhoo?”
“Haan poochho.”
“Yeh pyaar kya hota hai?”

She looked at me in such a way that made me feel that I had done a himalayan mistake. In her usual enquiring tone she fired back, ” Kyon bhaiya kya ho gaya. Achanak yeh atpata sawaal kyon?” I was dumbstruck, I said, “Aise hi poochh raha tha.I mean you and Popsi had a love marriage so I thought you might know.” She then gave me her usual look that makes me feel that she can read my mind. The Dumbledore look if you ask me. She considered me for a few seconds and then told me a few things. I am sort of summarising that below with my own comments.

There is nothing like love at first sight ( so you always sucked! I am talking to you Bollywood types!! And yes, I am doing away with my northern choco confusions ). That thing is merely an attraction but yes it can be an initiation for love. ( A choco initiation ! Wotsay? ). The kind of love they show in movies sucks bigtime. True affection and love comes after marriage or when you have been in relationship for a some time. How much? That depends and varies ( This was what she said. I dunno if its right but then Maa and Popsi have been maried for nearly two decades now ).

If you want to see true love, see the love between a mother and her child ( You rock Ma. Lolz ). There is a zero of expectations there. At this moment I cut in and said that I expected a lot from her. Things like : let me sleep; don’t wake me up; let me eat junk food like a pig; don’t make me do any work; bathing sucks, especially in winter so don’t ask me to that; scold my brother ( what fun ) coz when I was his age, I too was scolded and things like that. She said that those were not expectations but merely the signs that the child in me sees daylight when she is around, that I am still a child ( Yahooooooooo!!!! ). I see her point. The mother-child relationship represents what they call true love, atleast from the mother side of it.

After all this, Maa said one thing…”Yeh sab senseless hai. Tum pyaar ko shabdon mein nahin baandh sakte.” Yes, I agree. One can not define love with words. You gotta feel it, right! She said that people as young as me however like to define love with the usual make-it-an-interesting-read philosophical lingo. For example, read the first comment here, posted by the greatest peabrain ever. It does not define love but presents something similar.

Then I asked the same question to Popsi and his first reply was, “Mujhe nahin pata.” ‘Huh!!What’s this!!’ I thought. “Kabhi socha nahin is baare mein. Chalo sochte hain.” And then he gave me a practical viewpoint about love. Whenever this topic gets raised, it gets limited to the usual girl-boy thingy while love in itself has many many dimensions. The most important thing is that love can NOT be generalized. Its fully individualistic, depending on the kind of relationship you share i.e. whether you are a son, daughter, mother, father, friend ( or geek like me ). Well?

I am not yet satisfied and somewhere I know I never will be until I fall in love ( seeing the vicious ircle building up? How will I know I am in love?). After talking to my parents, I came to one conclusion, whatever love is, its not for someone to teach us what it is and certainly not something to be limited in words. It’s something to feel and the day you feel it, it will help you and you alone…no one else ( yes Pipe you made the point in your comment on my last post) coz the moment you go about explaining it to others, words limit you. I felt this when Maa and Popsi tried to answer me. So there is no point in asking. Just feel it.

So all I have is a senseless answer to a senseless question. What is love? I don’t know whether my friend ( who hadkaued me and made me change the first post a bit. The Mothafocka, doesn’t even remember where he slept last night and with whom. And that’s saying something. Hope I am alive after he reads this ) is in love or not. He showed me a poem he had written and mailed her. I got hooked on two lines and I will recite them to my girl ( if I ever find one ). So I am not telling you those lines. Those who want to hear them …well fall in love with me. Anyone?? ( I am talking to the girls ).

life’s good,
silentEcho.

Of love and lovers-1

A few days before the end-semester examination, I was trying to study TA201 one night. At around 12 midnight I went to the Hall Canteen to have my pour of caffeine. I came back to my room to find my cell vibrating like mad. Call from someone I know. I picked up the cell and answered the call. The person sounded odd, most unlike his usual hit-the-head-with-a-baseball-bat tone. He asked me where I was and I answered that I was in the room. I realised that I could hear him two times per second. I mean he was in my wing at that time and I could hear him from my cell as well as directly. By then he was standing outside the door. He knocked.

“Rap, rap”

I opened the door for him and… I was surprised to see him, a hard toned mothafocka enter my room with a misty eyed expression…most unlike him. I closed the door and we sat on my cot which at that time was filled with drugs ( this by the way refers to medicines ), Vicks, quilt, pillow, Kalpakjian ( that’s the TA201 textbook ), photostat of lecture notes, me and him. I asked him if he was all right and then he told me something that caused me to laugh for ten minutes non-stop ( NOT exaggerating at all ). During my howler-32-bit-show-off-run, I rolled over, fell on the cold floor, hit my chair and was finally on all fours. This is what he said:

“Yaar Kothari, mujhe lagta hai mujhe pyaar ho gaya hai.”

When the hysteria went away, I asked him whether the person was boy or a girl ( cut that laughter out…this is a serious question…Mechies are destined to be gay ).He had the most irritable face.He said,

“Of course a girl!!”

This was not so obvious to me. It was shocking in fact coz as I said earlier, Mechies are destined to be gay ( but that holds if you are looking for a gal in your own dep which was not the case here thankfully ). My laughter continued. He felt embrassed and slightly put-off.

“I am serious mada***** .”

My laughter stopped. Guy, this is serious stuff going on. So I compose myself, contain my laughter and ask him, “When did this begin?” And then he told me a loooooooooong story that went back to his school days. He said that she was average in looks and that this was not so important. What mattered was that he thought he was in love with her.

“And what does she say?”

“Same”

“What??!!She too!! Is she mad!!!”

“I don’t know…ask her if you want to,” he said irritably. So now I look at him for a few seconds and begin in Hindi, “ Motherfucker, you have chosen the best time to fall in love. Just before the exams. I haven’t studied anyhting today and now you are up with this interesting bit of information.” So now TA201 has been dumped to god knows which place and I am listening to his love tales. He told me several other things. Things like they were in contact ( do not get any wrong impression ) for over two and a half year no; mails and calls and things.

He said that he came to know something she had done because of him about three days ago and since then he has been up with the misty-eyed expression. He told me that he hadn’t studied anything for three days and I told him that I was on the same standing ( just cut the love crap ). To a perfect girl- repellent like me, this was something unusual. And then I thought : What is love? They talk about it almost all the time : in movies, television soaps, talk shows, bulla sessions et cetera. What is love? The erstwhile Meander team‘s some enlightened members ( including me, so you can see how enlightened they were. Ha!) had a niteout bulla on this sometime in September or October. And God, we all sucked…I started talking about shitty things and the only girl present there could not hide the frustration from her face. Atul then told me to control. Then something that happened in IITD added to my own dreaminess and confusion. What is love? I don’t know so finally, I play the Mamma’s boy and follow what my sister Kini once told me:

My Mom taught me logic :
She said only one thing, “Because I said so, that’s why!!!”

I don’t know from where these lines come from but I went to Maa ( and Popsi as well ). More about my conversation with Maa and Popsi in the next post.

Till then and everafter, keep loving ( whatever that means!! ),
silentEcho

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Those who read this post earlier might have noticed that the post has changed from its original form. This has been done because the person involved invaded my room and threatened the humble blogger about setting him right . The blogger hence edited the post to save his dear life. Anyway this does not prevent yours truly from making the point he intended to. Those who are interested in the original post can mail me. I will try and mail them the original post if I feel secure .

Cobwebs removed

Finally, after a long and unending phase of inactivity, I today deleted my ‘supposed-to-be’ journalism blog that went by the name Journalism Jack at the url http://jumpyjournalist.blogspot.com/. Removed the links of it from my other blogs. It was no good to keep that blog when this blog is up and running full gear. I am not doing any reporting coz there isn’t much of my interest to report. May be I will come back to such a blog when I grow up and seriously speaking, I am doubtful about that . So the cobwebs have now been removed from my blogyard. Relieved…no pain of inactivity now.

Stay tuned…more is on the way.
silentEcho

back to campus…

Back to campus. Reached today in the morning and am blogging now. The world is same here except that there are very few people around. This situation will change by the time I leave for Mumbai, and that will happen on the night of 24th.

When I was leaving home yesterday, I was caught up in a strange kind of homesickness. I mean everybody feels it every time but I felt it very strongly for a moment or two so much so that waves were just on the brink of crossing the banks. Then everything was fine in a moment but for once that moment seemed to stretch to infinity.

When I reached Hall in the morning, only two people were there in the wing, Khanti and Diwaker.My wing is in G block and this block has not been rennovated as per the ten year rennovation cycle so the Bathrooms and toilets are a little better than the usual railway track thing. And then you have got the nature’s call, its emergency and you find that there is no water. Lucky that I confirmed that beforehand. I ran to A-mid for relief. Then went to MT ( MT rocks ) for the samosas and my cup of tea ( no coffee…shit) with Khanti, Diwaker and Muskee ( my roomie who had arrived from home by then ).

So, I am back and its the threshold of a brand new semester. The SPI for third semester has not been released yet and though I know that I have screwed the third semester, I still want to know my standing. Shall have to do good this sem. I don’t know why, but yes, something Gupak once said is true for almost everyone here, or atleast me ( the bit in red ) :

“It was a Four year long vacation,with each semester beginning and ending with only resolutions.”

It has been true for me for the last three semesters now and I want to change this state of affairs. There is no use in merely resolving things. Being weak in resolution fucks you every moment after you fail your resolve. Best of luck to me this time…or…fuck the luck, best of work to me.

Life’s Good,
silentEcho

the curious donkey…

I was trying to upload my pic on the profile but everytime I tried doing that, either the url was big or file was not found or illegal character were present in the address or some similar shit. Finally I posted my photo on the blog and gave the link from there. This medicine is prescribed in Blogger Help as well. So finally, here I am. Looking cute ain’t I?? braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…………..

love,

silent “donkey” Echo

going back…

Packing rite now coz I will leave for the Last Homely House on Monday ( 19th December if you are not up with the calendar ). No time on Sunday and on Monday morning coz third test will be up ( Second was a treat. What with Sachin getting his record making ton and Kumble spinning the yard for Lankans. Shall post something on Sachin soon). Being the old cricket fanatic is exciting. After some eight months or so, I am feeling myself. Life is short so its no use living someone else’s life…living on dogma …result of other people’s thinking makes me feel fucked up and so it’s good to be back…

I have been behind the times on this blog. There is so much to post. I haven’t posted anything on Antaragni. It will come soon. Same with my experiences last semester with Meander.Then there is ofcourse a lot from my visit to home these hols. Played a fair few pranks and thoroughly enjoyed them. The child in me has seen the daylight again so when I board Pushpak at 21:30 hours on Monday, IITK can gear up for some real pranks. Don’t blame me afterwards…you have been warned beforehand.

I have a brand new semester to look forward to. Expecting some real action. Umang, Techkriti, Gymkhana Elections, Josh, Hall Day and things. Before that MoodI will drop in to fill life. As Monday arrives, I am getting that old strange feeling again…you don’t want to leave home but you dearly want to go back to the campus. My two lives become interwined at these moments at the end of every holiday run. But this is life isn’t it so let’s live it and be off to breathe in air while underwater. Life’s Good.

Your Friend,

silentEcho