mid day timepass

so I went to NBH mess sometime near two in the afternoon for my lunch. I filled my plate with stuff and sat on one table. I was relishing the taste of cauliflower that I saw this girl. Black top. Straight hair and sunglasses adjusted above her forehead. I never saw her here in the campus before and I'm telling you she's not from IIIT-H. So I was like ogling at her all the while. She completed her lunch and went to wash her plates. Just then some friend of mine came by and said hi... I said hi. We exchanged some pleasantries and then he went away.

That's when she came out, she was waiting near the place where plates are stacked(not inside but outside where they usually keep milk and tea) and while she was waiting, she caught me looking at her. Damn it! I tried to look away but it was too late. She saw me! A moment later I tried to again look at her and she caught me again! fuck! what happened to my technique? Where did I lose it!! Anyways, I decided to keep ogling at her and did so. She must have like taken pity on me and may have allowed me to stare at her. Dude! I wasn't staring at her just for the heck of it. I was staring at her to give enough material for this post here :D So I was like telling myself that this is so totally my type of gal - tall, wearing dark ash colored jeans, sunglasses and all. That's when I saw her sandals. They were like an inch and a half high heels. It's rare to find chicks in campus wearing such high heels. So, she was like waiting for someone... maybe her brother (why spoil my day by thinking it was her boyfriend??) and started walking towards the door. I knew she was giving me this cold look. So what did I do? I... well I... did the best thing possible. I put my tongue as if making a :P expression!! :P

I felt bad that this saga came to end here. But I knew it couldn't have. It can't. So I looked outside and there she was walking slowly (with her brother :P)on that road towards the library. In a flash I got up, dumped all the stuff in my plate, washed my plate so fast... Man I think I may have even beaten sharat in this :P and came out. By this time, she had pretty much come close to that barricade but I didn't lose hope. My strides were huge and covered distance pretty fast. I had almost crossed 3/4th of the football ground that I saw her entering the library block. Like that sprinter who puts his everything in the last few meters, I too put everything and made even larger strides. She was gone. I checked the library, checked CDE and also prof. B I's office :D No sir! she wasn't anywhere to be seen...

I was feeling hungry all over again. But then I didn't go to coffee shop. I instead opened my blog and here I'm writing all this as a post.

ciao!

big ass and other irrelevant stuff

People often say I'm thin, but trust me I'm not. The other day, I was looking at myself and got a feeling that I'm getting a bulge. Yea.. you are right, the perennial problem of secondary growth, which is also called growing horizontally. I gave a goodbye kiss to vertical growth a few years back but that doesn't mean I'll let this h. growth stay here. NO! I shall not. So coming back to the topic - So I was looking at myself and realized that all the chocolates have started affecting me. My ass has started bulging! Gawd!!! If I don't stop it, I'll become a male version of Kim Kardashian... DUDE!! I can't even picture it. GROSS!!!

Two weeks ago, I used to spend atleast 25 rupees daily on chocolates. There was a time when I ate 6 Munch(es) - those chocolate wafer sorta thing in one hour. That is huge you know. It's not like I'm boasting of some record. It's bad. REAL BAD. Everyone has to pay a price for the stuff he/she does and my big ass is just a testament of that fact. I could've easily fallen prey to chocolate and made my life a sad story of chocolate addiction - the kind of life that could be documented and shown to children to stop chocolate addiction.

But that was two weeks ago and I've cut down on a lot of stuff. I'm eating healthy you know. There was a severe withdrawal problem as far as chocolates are concerned. Slowly reducing it, I've totally cut down on chocolates. Today I can proudly say that it will be the third day since I have not eaten any chocolate. I don't feel anything happening either. I ofcourse have the OBH shopkeeper offering me kit kat, perk and munch but now I moved onto a higher plane by refusing to fall for the greed. You may ask how? Well it's simple. I collected all these gross images of malnourished African children dying of hunger and all. I now have them in my mind and picture them everytime I seem to fall for chocolates. Believe me, it works! It's a sad, stupid, maybe hideous way of controlling stuff, but then that is what things have come to.

leaving on a good note, I should also tell how happy I'm on seeing my blog again on blogroll. The past few months which have seen my blog posts always without comments were bad as far as my blogging career is concerned. Hopefully things will now change.

ciao!

Ever since the new people arrived, I have been having hots for a particular girl from pg. Two days ago, I was washing my plate alongside her that I saw how she wasted so much of water. She kept scrubbing the plate for a long time, chit-chatting with a friend beside her and all this time the tap was open and so much water went waste. Man! I felt terrible. With every passing moment, I felt she would NOW realize it and close the tap... BUT NO! and I didn't do it either. Felt it would be too rude. At the risk of sounding judgmental and all, I have to say that I have begun to see her in poor light.

Among other things, I'm stuck in my work. There is "no dawn as far as my research is concerned" would not be an exaggeration. Plus everyone these days seems to do KLPD. Why does it always appear to me as if everyone around is conspiring to fuck all my plans? why? WHY? WHY? WHY???????????

>blink< >blink<

Whoever said that you feel much lighter after venting out your frustration in a blog is one A-rate ch***ya. His ideas are nothing more than a piece of whore shit. "coz I still feel the same. No change here at all :(

Every time I walk down the faculty quarters road, I look at all that wasted land and imagine what it would have been if we would have grown weed there. Cannabis to be more precise. Those dried twigs in the sun - they would have given the air there something different. One could have just gone there and stay there, taking deep breaths and get high... or maybe (mel)low as people call the feeling.




Sometimes I get a doubt. What the hell is argon doing there, up so high in the percentage wise terms? Isn't it shitty that we have to put up with a gas like argon which is seemingly so useless and all. I propose that we change it forever. Let's instead have the smell of weed in the air instead of Argon. That way, we can all enjoy some quality high. How? Take deep breaths. If we take 10 mL of air in very breath, we would have 0.075 mL of weed in our body => take 100 such deep breaths and we will have enough of it in our bodies to get high. so what say? i'm not talking trash rite??

lemme know if someone's interested. We'll think about it. for now... ciao

Charity or Lack of Clarity

A few days back I met this random guy near station who came to me asking if I knew where Arya Samaj Mandir is. I didn't and said the same. And then suddenly he starts telling me his story of how he got robbed somewhere in the train and that all his stuff including his money is gone. Now I know we ger loads of people coming with this sort of crap every now and then. I mean, specially u get these guys who say they are from sholapur, kolhapur, pandharpur, etc. and ask you for money. But this guy was slightly different. He said that he was from mumbai and going to Mahbubnagar to visit his daughter and asked me to buy a ticket to Mahbubnagar.

Now a ticket to Mahbubnagar costs 18 bucks... yea, I know cheaper than lunch or dinner in any of the messes here. So I decided to do this one grand favour and buy him a ticket. To make sure I wasn't getting cheated or something, I stood with him in the line to get the ticket. The guy was quite good in English and started talking to about the terrorist attacks in Mumbai. From there we somehow went to the topic of Indira Gandhi's assasination and he told me about this dude - Jarnail Singh Bindra. By this time, we were done taking the ticket and now we settled near a ledge and started talking about Pervez Musharraf. It was some 10 min. later that I realized I had a bus to catch and put an end to the conversation.

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It happened over an year ago. I was walking in this gully in Banjara Hills that this guy in a typical maulvi dress comes to me and said that a portion of the roof in the courtyard of the mosque had collapsed and that many children are now not able to sleep. He went on to ask for some money to build it. He showed a paper where he had also written how much others have donated. Next thing I knew I was giving me 30 rupees. Thank god I didn't have more khulla money or else I'd have given that as well.

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I don't know if I got duped. Don't know where my money ended. Whether it was really for the ticket or for the mosque, I don't know. But atleast I got satisfaction and ofcourse a reason for not shelling out money for those kids near traffic signals, esspecially after watching Slumdog Millionaire, :D

Presidents and PMs exchanging pleasantries

Today while reading the newspaper, I saw a pic of the Obama and medvedev sitting in a hall talking while all the press guys were taking photos. Ofcourse the press would have been asked to fuck off while these guys discussed matters of grave importance which would affect you, me and everyone in the world(all the pun intended as it's the two biggest nuclear countries we are talking about here.) They were incidentally enjoying a blame game, blaming each other for all the problems in the world today. As suspected, nothing much came out of the meeting.



But that is not why I'm writing all this stuff here. Everytime I see this pic of two world leaders sitting and talking, I feel kinda strange and start wondering what they might be talking about? Take the example of Obama and Medvedev. Medvedev doesn't know english and (obviously) Obama doesn't know russian, but still were seen yapping with each other to glory. What exactly were they talking? Or were they just posing? Why did they push the interpreters away? Why? What? and how? :(

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But this is not the only problem that is haunting my head right now. I generally have loads of things going on in my head at any point of time and the thing that is bothering me the most is the way in which it is raining here in Hyderabad. It starts drizzling at around late evening and continues will into the midnight. This sort of drizzle bordering on dry and wet kills me 'coz a. I bought an umbrella and have not been able to do paisa-wasool till now and b. the plants kept in my house are drying and dying for getting water.

So god, please show some mercy and don't bring this carnival of dust and drought on us. Show us some water around, some puddles and some showers. Amen

adios
sashidhar

Revisiting Roald Dahl

So when gilly a.k.a vinay asked me to issue two books for him, I went straight to the section where Roald Dahl's books were kept and picked up "Collected Short Stories of Roald Dahl." First of all, they are, well, short stories and add to it a brialliant combination of unpredictability, an old world charm and a decent speed and we have that nice recipe which is missing these days and so while the book is still lying in my room, I am re-reading some of the stories I like the best. Some of which are -

• The Hitchhiker
• The Landlady
• Bitch
• Lamb to the Slaughter
• The Umbrella Man
• The Butler
• The Bookseller
• The Visitor
  

Come to think of it, there is something about short stories which makes it a better option than the occasional huge novels (specially the ones like Fountainhead which ran 700+ pages and had such a small font.) Some blame it on my small attention span, but my strong feeling is that there's my father's influence at play here. He himself is a (very huge) fan of short stories and if one ever asked him the authors he liked the most, he'll always give the names best known for their short stories like Anton Checkov, O. Henry, Sommerset Maugham, Guy De Maupassant, Roald Dahl and Saki. Though I haven't read much of his stuff, I hope to complete all one day.

adios
sashidhar