My friend is absolutely correct when he says "We continue to hope, only to realize that it was a hopeless hope."

"I have taken my decision today which i think should have been taken long time back."

Hitler was great
Napoleon was great!
Hitler died.....
Napoleon died....
Even I am not feeling too well! ;-)

o man!awake !and arise!

o man !awake!and arise!

still you are drowsy.

so open your eyes

in this world character is everything

i tell you in precise.

o man!awake!and arise!

always speak the truth

abondon the lies.

it wont cost you any price

in the society you should have

good relations and ties

which sooner or later

you will realize.

o man!awake!and arise!

foolish are those who fight over trifles

and spend their precious lives.

they do not know

when a man dies

everything he leaves here

and goes empty hand and with close eyes.

o man !awake! and arise!!

mY sTinT wItH tHErModYnAmIcS!

I lastly cleared my course MT201.I am swollen with pride. I think, I have mastered the tricks and theories of 'disaster management ' .you see, managing the disordered things is an art and managing it really gives me a high. They say” well begun is half done" but I could never begin and things remained undone. I don’t know why even at this very moment I very strongly feel..I deserved and could have very easily scored an A in this very sweet n sour course of mine (mini no offence meant to you...but I still feel you could have done better)...but alas it’s nothing new. As always I never capitalize my opportunities and the very habit of mine taking things casually does lands me in trouble off and on. Can you beat it....I just attended 16 out of 48 lectures in the whole semester .I even struggled reaching the class at eight in the morning. And the fact is I could never make it. I would always reach the class fifteen minutes past eight, but always felt shy entering the class with a decision that I would come in time from tomorrow and unfortunately that tomorrow never came. And lo! Suddenly I became popular. When my course mates used to meet me, even before exchanging the greetings I was greeted with numbers..."honshu! 1 out of 5, 2 out of 10..." but when I still look back, I feel proud like a true fighter pilot, I never panicked. My reaching on time in his class almost became equivalent to scaling the Everest. By god's grace if I did, I could only make it only because our honorable professor was four minutes late. Now in his class I always felt bumpy .I would act as if I was the only attentive student in the class (though I didn’t even know what topic were we studying).I would always show the eagerness to answer his questions but with a fear of being asked to me. I would rack my brain hard to raise a doubt and impress him with my attention, concentration and inquisitiveness but in vain. there are two ways to slide easily through life:to believe everything or to doubt everything.Both ways save us from thinking.I then realized 'when actually u r stressed to raise a doubt, suddenly things seem so clear n obvious to you'.......first sessionals came n went ...n I thank god my great accident saved me.... (I still appreciate that perfect timing of my accident. You see me an optimist of highest order! Well that’s altogether a different story in itself ...) and due to medical (I was saved) reason I couldn’t attempt his paper. I promised myself to be regular from now on. But I think promises made in storms were only meant to be forgotten in calms and my late-lateefe continued. Then things started getting straight. I started attending his classes regularly. But I think, things were never meant to be so rosy for me...Now our beloved professor started missing classes. He went on a one week leave and this game of hide-n-seek continued...when I wouldn’t make in time lectures were held rigorously but whenever I turned up on time, it was only to know that the class has been cancelled. I have this habit of planning high and getting lazy. Now somehow I got the permission of special conduction of my 1st sessional exam. I used to console my laziness by telling myself “its ok dude! Oneday I gonna impress this 'MAHAJONG' with my bombastic performance in the sessional.So I would go home today and thoroughly study for the exam. Tomorrow would be the day. “But alas! As I mentioned that tomorrow never came...and I never studied for my first sessional.And suddenly...yes suddenly second sessional arrived .Four hours before the exam ,I studied very rigorously and as soon as I held the question paper, I felt happy on realizing that I can attempt 4 out of 5 questions. I looked around with a sense of pride and started answering my exam only to commit silly blunders like calculation mistakes with a minus sign at a place of plus n a plus sign at a place of minus...anger n frustration filled me coz’ d opportunity to prove myself to that professor was lost again. Then came the diwali holidays, pecfest and the session almost came to an end with my first sessional still pending. I couldn’t spare a day, post 50 days the first sessional to prepare and give my first sessional as per my own convineance.Heights of slugishness!Then comes a big questionmark!what about my attendance? After pecfest, I shamelessly stood with just 10 lectures .But frankly, there was always something in me that never made me nervous...I was never afraid...yes I was casual but calm. I was assured that it would be solved. The most embarrassing moment for me whenever the thermo class would end was when the students would ask their attendance count...and I would just hate that moment...for the first time in my life I hated listening my very own name..."himanshu...12/44..."..And I could do nothing but just hide my face n myself when the whole class would be grinning mercilessly at me. On the last day of our academic session...I got traumas for my attendance shortage. I entered his office smartly like a cadet marching in the squadron commander’s office and started my convincing confusing philosophy. I negotiated with him for 15 minutes and finally I get a feeling that I am done. He looks at me as though impressed by my convincing skills and hands over an old yellow page book in my hand and says "Son! Go get me solved 100 questions given at the back of this book and gaskel.If you sincerely get it to me within next 10 days I will forget this casual chapter of yours and would be sending your grades with pride and honour. “I felt elated and very happily thank him at that moment not understanding the gravity of the punishment. Partly because, I was feeling victorious as half my battle was won. But when I came back home and opened the holy book named "physical chemistry of metals by Darken &Gurry, I was shocked. Next seven days would be gone for exams preparation and I would be left with only three days to solve the assignment. I could feel the heat of this core subject at the core of my heart. Next day I had to give my first sessionals of this subject .I just didn’t know anything and cooked up stories. I then realized it would have been better had I given the exam before. Two and a half months past the first sessional exam and I couldn’t spare a day to prepare for it. Shame on me! I miserably passed those seven days of mine battling with my exams. Then on Monday, I and my black book enter the silent and empty library with a blank look. I silently take a chair and start solving numericals.I indeed solved them diligently. But I was feeling embarrassed when the students were staring at me with surprised looks which said "You Moron! Now when the exams are over, you are in the library. Where were you, when you were supposed to be in library?" Affirmative. Had I studied so diligently when I was supposed to be studying I would have topped! I somehow reluctantly solved 40 questions. Then the next day I got hold of a book and asked four of my friends to copy the numericals on the sheets so that I could get four times the work done, what I alone could have done…You see I was always good at maths..."if A could finish a work in 5 hours and B could finish the work in 6 hours. In how much time would A&B solve the work together?"....and my aim was just to make the submission assignment as thick as possible ...and indeed I was successful n again 'MANAGED’ somehow to make it look like a diligently worked upon assignment.Aah! I wrote an apology letter to give the punishment assignment some sentimental attachments and very shrewdly presented the assignment before 'his highness'...and yes he was happy and like a priest absolved me off all my sins....and forgave me. And hence I saved myself from getting the I grade. And yes that very day, I even impressed him with my performance in the final exam...and I really did well in it. Yes I felt elated when I saw the final grade on the board. I finally cleared my course MT201 with a B grade. I know I haven’t topped but I feel cherished and satisfied. I pulled my socks well in a situation when I was bare-footed. I am very happy with this achievement of mine. Yes I indeed consider this, as an achievement and I am very proud of myself. My writing would be incomplete without being thankful to so many people for their contribution to this success of mine. First and foremost I feel greatly indebted to our professor MAHAJAN because he created in me an immense interest in thermodynamics(though I only love solving numericals based on 1st,2nd laws,clausius equation, kinetics and equilibrium .I never understood solutions 1& 2.)Also again him ,because one of the main source of inspiration for writing this article has been the B grade awarded to me.I am very grateful for 'untimely' help by mini who helped me solving the numericals during exams though even today I am not clear when to take heat of fusion to be +ve and when to take it -ve.I am thankful to vinod for lending me his gaskel for one month though I never studied a word from it and on the contrary he has been charged a fine of Rs 106 for late submission of the book. Sorry vinod.I would like to thank sippy,nitin,bhavnesh for being with me among students with low attendance and never made me feel alone. My understanding of the subject became sharpened through many INFORMAL discussions with anuj.i thank dishant,mukul,shefali and kanika for helping me to copy and complete my problems.I express my sincere gratitude to rajat mehrotra for arranging the assignment for me at the last moment .I wish to thank our class CR puneet for sending timely smses regarding the cancellation of classes in the morning because of which I could sleep more in my cosy bed.Oh I am getting sentimental!!weep !weep! (handkerchief out)kjhsk;shfiuh!!!i am especially thankful to lab assistant ganpat for being very polite and very heplful.'ALL IS WELL THAT ENDS WELL'.But I enjoyed being a true outlaw. “Heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen. A quest may not simply be abandoned; unicorns may go unrescued for a long time, but not forever; a happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.”

'catch-22'

There are certain issues which always make me confused.i don't know ...why is it so much messed up?i still don't know should i ignore it and get more busy?should i think more n more of it?but one thing is sure ,i am not at all happy the way things are going...it sucks..it only makes me hate myself n others.i want to leave it but still i cant live without it.i dont feel happy being with it but still i long to be with it.i got so much to complain against it but still i am addicted to it.i dont know have i changed or do i need to change.how can the emotions n feelings suddenly sublimate.is it really mine?does it care for me?i only get a feeble reply.i am only messed up in the whirlwind of emotions n understanding.i dont cherish possessing it today but still i fear loosing it tomorrow.how can i hate it so repugnantly n love it so ardently at the same time.i miss those happy,cheerful n carefree days of mine.i am stressed n i am not at all loving it.i unlike my 'green-yellow ninja blood' just want to quit.i still dont know what to do. when i read this “maturity is achieved when a person postpones immediate pleasures for long-term values"...it only makes me think that there is a difference b/w being mature and foolish!n at this stage i only want to say.."maturity means knowing when to be immature" !!!!the phase is indeed terrible and painful.

a tWiSt In A tAle

I have somehow always believed in fairy tales and have always dreamt that someday something like a fairy tale would happen to me. A loud unclear announcement was enough to wake me up from my disturbed sleep- thanks to bedbugs. What followed was morning ablutions, drill and PT, followed by heavy breakfast and the completion of my hitherto incomplete sleep, in academic classes. I then had lunch and played basketball in games period. The day was as normal as any other but things were soon to turn around. just as it happens in fairy tales (When a boy then. So I calmly said” OK! So how this wasn't the correct word to use right After games, I took bath and while dressing up, I heard the Squadron Cadet Captain thought, (now I've had it) that I must have committed some 'grave mistake'. I rushed to his cabin. He said “Hey you, your girl friend is on the phone, she has called the telephone No of my Squadron to anyone not even to my family, how the hell did she get hold of it! And since when did I have a girlfriend? Riddled with many similar questions, I thought here is the beginning of my fairy tale. I picked up the receiver and said “Hello”. From the other side, a girl with a soft voice replied “Hi this is Shalini”. I mistook her for a friend from my hometown and with a feeling of pleasant surprise in my voice replied “Hi, how are you and how have you been doing?” She replied, “I am fine”. I queried “How did you get this number and where are you calling from? At this she said “that's a long story. I am in Pune, How is NDA?” The voice wasn't familiar and yet with excitement, I continued, “NDA is great, just as I told you when I was home, why don't you come to see NDA this coming Sunday, if you are in Pune?” She replied “I think you have mistaken me. I am Shalini Patil” This girl was right! I didn't know any one with that name, I asked “May I know whom do you want to speak to?” At this, there was a spate of questions, “Isn't that you Yashvardhan? Don't you recognize me, isn't this Alpha Squadron?” Whew, who is she? I thought.hat is my name, but who's this girl? I stuttered, “Ya it is Yashvardhan here, B…..b…..but I am sorry. I didn't recognize you”. Conscious of being the wrong person, I looked around the room and noticed that my senior was staring at me all through this episode. Receiving a call on this number was not my privilege. I was a bit worried, but all the worry vanished into thin air when, after a brief pause, this girl continued “I m Shalini Patil, daughter of Col Patil. I was your neighbour at Roorkee”. “Wow!” was the word that spurted out of my mouth instantaneously, but soon I realized that are you and where are you?” she told that she was studying at Symbiosis and wanted to see NDA. I asked for her number, but I did not have a pen or paper to write on. But meets a girl, magic occurs, beautiful mountains appear in the background, you hear violins playing and everything falls into place, the same would happen here and so I waved my hand in air and to my surprise, magic really happened) pop came a pen and paper into my hand. In a flash, I emerged from my reverie and saw that it was my senior who had done me this favour. I seemed as though my senior was more interested in the phone number than me, but I let things to be the way they were. I noted down her number and enquired if she would come alone or with someone else( she had a twin ,a complete look-alike) and she said that both of them would come. My heart stopped a beat when I kept the phone down and rushed out of my senior's cabin, suspecting that he would snatch the piece of paper.By the time I reached my cabin, the Study period had started and so there was no time to gloat over this grand success. For cadets at NDA, girls are mythical characters. It's like children asking each other, “Do you believe in ghosts?” Similarly, cadets here ask, “Do you believe in girls?” And trust me, the answer is always in negative, so you can imagine my state. I kept quiet about the phone call and did not tell any of my course mates about it, because I didn't rule out the possibility of a prank being played on me. Anyway, on Saturday evening, I got their names entered in the guest list. Finally, Sunday morning arrived. Handling one girl wasn't easy but now it was double trouble for me. I gathered all my guts and called the number they had given me and it was decided that they would arrive at Alpha Squadron. At 10 O'clock sharp, I glued myself to my cabin window, looking out, waiting for my guests to come and recollecting good old memories of how I used to wait with my friends every evening in front of my house before going for basketball, for these girls to pass by. They arrived at 11.30. Both the girls were strikingly similar to each other and I could tell between them only by their different dresses. We first went to the ante room, then to Nescafe and than to Cafeteria. At the cafeteria, I bought a cold drink and a burger for each of us. Like a typical NDA cadet, my concentration shifted from newly made friends to the eats in hands, and my small burger was finished in one go. I controlled my burp keeping in mind that the girls were sitting near by. Girls! Oops!! I shifted my concentration to the correct place. I could make out that these girls hadn't moved a single bit and that their burgers and cold drinks were completely untouched. My instincts were directing me to jump and grab their burgers and finish them off before these girls could realize this, but then I did not give into my wild urges. I asked politely as to why they hadn't started and Shubha (the twin sister) replied that they needed straws to have cold drinks. Though slightly embarrassing, it was a lesson learnt, immediately. I realized the need to be extra cautious when with someone not acquainted with NDA's rules of eating. They started drinking, correction, sipping their cold drinks, once I brought them straws. Their style of eating burger was no less strange to me. They would first break it/tear it (or whatever) and have such a small part with which even a bird would feel dissatisfied. It was pleasant meeting them, better chatting with them but the best part was that I had learnt a bit about how to behave with people who weren't from NDA. After this, they came a few more times to NDA. We met on my “liberty”, a couple of times, as well. On one fine when I had been sanctioned “liberty”, it was decided that we would meet at E-Square, a famous multiplex in the city. Again burgers and cold drinks were ordered (by now, I knew how to go about such things). With that special scent that I had put on, I had the confidence of revealing to Shalini that I was in love with her. Shubha went to fetch the snacks from the counter, while I poured out my feelings to Shalini. My heart stopped beating when she reciprocated positively. The fairy tale would have ended ideally with the proverbial, “AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER” but this wasn't to happen. In the theatre, I wanted to sit beside Shalini. But things went wrong when Shubha sat in the middle and Shalini had to sit next to her. Completely unaware of this and thinking that it was Shalini, I watched the entire movie holding Shubha's hand with the latter not resisting this at all confirming ,as I thought her acceptance of me. The movie over, I saw Shubha excitedly whispering into Shalini's ears. Shalini's smiling face turned into a frown as she too shared something with Shubha. And then nemesis took over. I managed to reach the Academy, just before the time for liberty got over. I told my course mates that the torn shirt, broken tooth and black eye I had acquired was the result of a fall from the moving Auto that I had rented for returning to NDA. My belief in fairy tales has not been erased despite this rendezvous and I still dream that someday something like a fairy tale will be part of my life.

sometimes i feel that i should go n play wid the thunder
somehow i just dont wanna stay n wait for longer!!!

OcToBeReVoLuTiOn

""Magic is that one wish
That one hope
That everything will continue
Magic is that glimmer of joy
In a everyone’s eye
The hope that we won’t be rejected but welcomed
Magic is our dreams...................................
kudos to our team members!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!........."""

AS..............

What is this life if,full of care.

we have no time,to stand and stare.

everybody is busy in,riding his mare.

nobody knows,what's life worth and tare.

only a few people put,this in working gear.

there is a story of ,wise and clever hare.

who kills the lion,and saves his life with care.

in this material world,everybody is a player.

who act thy part well,and achieve the glare.

those people who are not,content with their share

have an evil eye on others,lot come to dispair.

to know the AIM OF LIFE is,not an easy affair.

in knowing this fact make,yourself fully prepare.

a golden tip of life,is there

success comes to those who dare.

be a cosmopolitan and do the worlds welfare.

o foolish man!have the sense to distinguish between fowl and fair.

time is so almighty he wont spare.

when your warrants will be issued from here

then instantaneously you have to report there.

all your deeds will be scrutnized with care.

for your ill actions you have to bear the vare.

so in order to get heaven's stair

put yourself in gods feet and prayer.

then you will feel that he is in you and everywhere.

so become aware of every affair and work hard to prove your flair.

"NAGGING THOUGHTS"

My mind is quagmire of little thoughts
That churns me within and ties me in knots.
No matter how hard i try to put them aside,
They return to torment and prick my hide.

I really wonder why there is hatred all round,
When God perfected love for all to spread around,
Why is there jealousy and spite in every mind,
When it pays to be very compassionate and kind.

Why should there be anger whenever provoked?
Ever thought of the solace of peace when evoked?
Why is there friction and unrest everywhere?
When unity can happen with gentleness and care.

Why do people lie and cheat every other time?
Isn't the power of truth so sweet and sublime?
Why do people pretend and brag for no reason?
When being natural suits every person.

Why do people hate and go to the extent to kill?
Not blinking even once,they do it even for a thrill,
God created us to live together in amity and peace,
Why the need to quarrel,Oh God!Let all hatred cease.

Why do people feign not recognize faces?
And pass by looking elsewhere or onto their shoelaces,
When happiness lies in sharing friendship with the other,
Why ignore someone who could be as close as your brother.

Why have people turned so greedy and cruel at heart?
With no other emotion than to hate from the start,
They are ignorant,these peolpe who don't even realize,
They are living in a boat that will sooner or later capsize.

EITHER DO OR DIE...........
enough is enough!!!.......................
NINJAAAAAA!!!!!!!
COME WHAT MAY...............
i will settle my scores
i have made certain promises to myself.

taken for granted........

"This is too much pressure to take.
my mental peace is at stake,
Heights of testing my patience.
The princess ought to understand my constraint,
these wrong comments of her would make the feelings faint
Everything cant be taken for granted everytime,
as its not possible always to continue with the rhyme.
But if this eternal commitment is now a battle ,
which on thinking makes my mind rattle,
Then the gladiator in me wont give up,
there are times when there is not always a yup.
I have now realized its not a bed of roses,
these many restrictions no-one imposes.
Everyone would be happy and like anyone,
if their orders/requests receives quick affirmation.
But i fail to understand,who will understand me,
when this oneness is no more a happiness key.
Is it, that she is aware but does not reveal the emotions,
with her mind resting thoughts as large as oceans.
Or is it whatever she utters is correct in her view,
though these uncaring actions of hers are nothing new.
For time being ,i think i should rather ignore,
and rather just feel her's heart's inner core.
Coz' i have better things to do and focus on,
one day these confusions would all be gone.
My actions ,i think,ought to be more loud
which makes me different from the crowd.
I am not here to justify her and argue with her,
but one day i will settle out things with her.
I wish it passes so fast,that it appears a blur.
This is really unfair ,i must say
when the understanding is far at bay.
But i dont want a fight and hear her scream,
as things might not actually be ,as they seem.
Hence i am just ignoring and understanding you once more,
with a hope we would overcome these storms and reach the shore."

ONE STEP AWAY

"I cannot take this anymore
I’m saying everything I’ve said before
All these words they make no sense
I find bliss in ignorance
Less I hear the less you’ll say
You’ll find that out anyway"

"BREAKING THE HABIT"

"Your actions are like opening the wound
And cold gestures chasing like a hound.
Your casual approach only adds to gloom
And makes me wonder how can the love bloom.
I always try to forget and try to start again
But your immature approach only turns me insane.
I don’t want to be the one,Who battles always choose
Cuz inside I realize,That I’m the one confused.
I don’t know what’s worth fighting for,Or why I have to scream
I don’t know why I instigate,And say what I don’t mean
But now I have some clarity,To show you what I mean
I don’t know how I got this way,I know it’s not alright
So I’m breaking the habit,I’m breaking the habit tonight....."

ScientisT grumbles-'One Winter Morning'
"Well, wonders will never cease,
in the cold biting breeze,
foggy-foggy weather ahead.
Chilling-chilling down the spine,
just moving on the road destined,
and wish to be on the cosy-cosy bed.
But you see, the world won't let me,be a lazy pig!
Whatever you wish to have,you have to work for it!"

HonshU replies- 'ONE WIN(N)ER MO(U)RNING'
Well, wonders will never cease,
when would you attain mental peace,
in the cold biting breeze,
buddy,better use clothing of fleece
go on a one month trip to Greece
just to meet your sweet niece
rent your property to me on lease.
foggy-foggy weather ahead
chill n njoy d cool monsoon instead
why does the future makes you dread
njoy d present and let all d fears depart from your head,
dont worry about your winter-nose-red
work hard ,you would oneday be surely on cosy-cosy success bed.
Chilling-chilling down the spine,
just have a glass of wine,
trust me u would surely feel fine
keep moving on the road destined,
you would surely oneday shine
and would be rated nine out of nine
BUT--U ASS....
world won't let u be a lazy pig!
for this world is not a mere jig
it has has sharp turns like a zig
stop dressing ur wig and rig.
hence to achieve your dreams big
my dear,deeper ull have to dig!
surely there is a lot of crunch
n puhleez stop enjoyin dat munch
coz u idiot!there is NO FREE LUNCH,
if u are a pig ull get a hard punch

********************
NO DOUBTS-Whatever you wish to have,you have to work for it! u LAZY ASS!......:)

“CAPE OF GOOD DOPE”

SAASC recruitments recently held reminded me of my own SAASC recruitment last year. It was the most funniest interview I had ever been through(or rather I ever gave).I proved myself a complete dope and was very much sure after my interview that I am not making it to SAASC.It was a very fine and lovely evening. A cool wind was blowing. I was waiting in L12 for my interview turn along with my other friends. Finally, I got the call for my interview .I was guided by I- don’t- remember -who to L11 AND was asked to go to the second last bench. Now something happened that shouldn’t have happened. Just look at my casualness, I like a Yankee walked towards the second last bench. I saw two persons sitting there. Thinking that they might also be waiting for their interview sat beside them on the same bench. A second later I was regretting my act. The two persons started staring at me like hell which obviously made me feel uncomfortable. But I with my cowboy instincts acted as if nothing had happened. Just trying to break the ice, I asked them “When is your turn, bro?”And next second I was again lost coz’ these words of mine left those two persons zapped. This only made me feel “how come these two zombies are sitting over here”. Can you imagine a dope of highest order? NO YOU SURELY CAN’T.I PROVED IT THAT MOMENT. The two persons sitting over there were MAYANK RAINA and SUCHREET KAUR.Andthen Mayank Raina one of those two persons whom I had mistakenly assumed to be the interviewees very politely, confusingly but sternly said, “Sir, actually we both are supposed to be taking your interview. So you got to be on the other side of the bench. I hope u don’t mind. I mean if you still want to sit adjacent to me and give the interview we don’t mind.”Suchreet couldn’t help herself laughing loud and Mayank was on the verge of getting angry.What a stupendous start,I thought. Then Mayank said “Can u explain this dare-devil action of yours”. “Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.” was the first thought that clicked my mind. And still I felt as if I was falling in a never –ending universe. Then I very calmly and controlling my laughter explained the situation that since no one guided me properly (DAMN that punk who guided me so properly to this confusing and embarrassing situation.) so I assumed that the interview panel is a way down and here I got to wait for my turn and hence sat beside you both, assuming that you are also waiting for your turn. Suchreet couldn’t stop laughing anymore, stood and left the room grinning. I could do nothing but laugh sheepishly. Instead of posing a question Mayank posed me an assignment and asked me to convince her and get her back. I very confidently went out of the room and said her something. And the very next moment she was entering the room and starts approaching towards us. With a lightning speed, I reached before her just to see Mayank surprised. The third question I got from him is that how did I manage it. And then feeling like a bond as if playing with my revolver, I very confidently and casually replied, “I just informed her that sir is calling you”. “Clever chap!” replied Mayank. Then I was shot a series of SAASC related questions. And in the end, I still remember Mayank thanking me cheerfully for a very hilarious session. Finally when the results were out I couldn’t stop giggling when I received an sms stating that I have been selected in SAASC.


PS-Not to mention, my dope acts didn’t stop here .Two days after the interview I was sitting in the library. Just then a girl comes and sits opposite me .Assuming her to be my fellow-first yearite, I enquired her, “Excuse me! Are you selected for SAASC?”AND a second later, for the second time in my life I realized that I have said something not meant to be said to someone. The girl till now engrossed in her book ,moves her head up,adjusts her spectacles, stares surprisingly at me as if I am a mental lunatic and replies “I am already in SAASC”.I didn’t get that and just said “OK”. “GOD! Why these days am I ending up making a fool out of myself.” I was asking myself. A day after I realized the gravity of my mistake. I had mistaken that girl in library to be KANIKA ANEJA,my coursemate,then a first yearite.But actually she was DIVYA SHARMA, then a third yearite.Those days I was unable to distinguish between these two girls. (jus imagine this!a meeky first-yearite asking the famous,mighty DIVYA SHARMA,"are you selected for SAASC?"...I cant stop laughing my balls off!..)IT WAS INDEED A SERIOUS (MISS) UNDERSTANDING!!!

(ANTI)SOCIAL STUDIES

Social studies is a combination of two parts of history, one parts of civics and one parts of economics, which prescribed and taken in large doses and allowed to ferment over the gentle fire of average human intelligence, derives the patient’s mind to distraction.
In a sort of trance, I now ponder detachedly upon the basic obtuseness of social studies.Personally, I regard social studies as a threat to sanity. What useful knowledge is gained by the study of this deplorable subject? Why do we have to endure torture in every social studies period to acquire the thoroughly profitless information that there are four Maratha wars, three Carnatic wars and four Mysore wars, not to mention an undefined number of Afghan, Sikh and Burma wars? I shudder at the futility and the puerilities of the entire proceedings.Until
lions have their historians, tales of the hunt shall always glorify the hunters.
In this state of mental coma, a friend of mine was once asked whether he had lost his head. My friend answered that he had lost his head in trying to remember how others like Charles 1 lost theirs. People in the same boat are the best sympathizers. So two of us put our heads together and cursed the inborn curiosity of man to probe into human affairs both past and present. ‘Let bygones be bygones’ should have been the motto of every historian. History may be defined as a chronological survey of the alleged pranks of our naughty ancestors. It has been included in social studies because society has a fine sense of rumor.
But where comes the connection with civics? History is a record of events which shows us how man has misinterpreted and misapplied the principles of civics in his own benefit. Take for example the much misunderstood right to hold and dispose of property. Whose property is meant, whether yours or yours neighbors’ is not clearly defined? Civics is that part of political science which tells us what citizens normally do not do.Oh civics! What crimes are committed in thy name, including the crime of using you as a time-killing weapon? One fails to see how subjects like history are going to help. It is just talking scandal. Poor Henry 7, he did not wish the whole world to know he had six wives-or was it eight? Anyway, if he could manage six he could manage eight. History rightly calls him a great king. If the normal man finds it hard to keep one wife, Henry was certainly six to eight times above the average.Incidentally, whatever it is that the history textbooks would have us believe. An excellent point about history is that you can mix it with plenty of fiction. No one dare oppose you. After all history is always in the making. “History teaches us that men and nations behave wisely once they have exhausted all other alternatives.”
To come back to the subject of wives. Akbar gets me beat, not that I would like to change places with him, no thanks. But, I mean, even polygamy has it limits.Twelve, twenty or even thirty wives one can understand if not excuse, but three hundred! – to say nothing about the three hundred mother-in-laws. The very thought is paralyzing.Oh well, we all have our hobbies. I expect. I dare say Akbar could afford it. His domestic policy was as extensive as his religious policy. Henry at least took the precaution of eliminating the existing one before he married the next. All this leads to historical hotchpotch.
I quite see the point that history should be read. But surely it need not be memorized and examined upon. “The advantage of studying economics is that if you want to sell cows you know that they will fetch a better price in Bombay than in Hissar.”How many of us have sold, are selling, or even sell cows?
Whenever I look into a mirror I always have an uneasy feeling, until Darwin makes things worse by putting forward his theory .Now Darwin has been dead for a century. I would not have known he existed, but for history. “The main difference for the history of the world if I had been shot rather than Kennedy is that Onassis probably wouldn't have married Mrs. Khrushchev.” Its only that I believe in,“Anybody can make history; only a great man can write it”.

MY CHEMISTRY EXAMINATION

It was the eve of my chemitry examination,

I was busy with my midnight preperation.

The night before my science exam,

was just like a frustrating time scam.

The morning was all the same,

with my head burning with strain.

I reached my school in horrified state,

everyone was busy cursing his/her fate.

The examination hall was cold and dead,

I was drenched by a cold sweat.

The long awaited question paper came to my seat,

Which I was only somewhat able to read.

I wrote with all my might,

but worse had to become my plight.

For a moment, I gave a glance to my neighbours sheet,

which only encouraged me to cheat.

I saw the words from my sheet flying upto the ceiling,

their devilish smiles felt like a merciless killing.

I pleaded them to come back to their place

but they showed no pity at my tearful face.

My cries were engulfed by their laughter,

I felt like a goat to be slaughtered.

Suddenly, I heard the bell ringing near my head.

and woke up to find myself torsing in the bed.
pheeeeeew!