Infinity in the Palm of My Hand

Wednesday, July 30, 2003

Beliefs are everything...

If we don't believe, we don't exist...

Monday, July 28, 2003

The Perfect World...

The perfect world would be one where everyone does exactly what they want... where everyone does exactly what his (her) truth commands...where everyone does exactly what his (her) beliefs command...
Yes, the perfect world might be anarchy, and the perfect world might destroy itself... but there is also a chance (however low it may be) that it might not... that we might reach a state of perfection without annihilation...that we might be able to rid ourselves from feelings of anger, sadness and worry...and that we might reach the "happily ever after"...but even in that case, we would have to go through a process of huge upheavel...we would have to struggle with the ultimate catastrophe, the ultimate turmoil...and with no guarantee of survival...
Question is, do we have the courage, and the strength, to take this chance?
I don't...

Saturday, July 26, 2003

How could I forget this?...

Tomb Raider 2...ultra stupid movie, ultra hot babe...purpose of my trip fully served...

The price of what?...

India spends about 50,000 crores on defence and about 4000 crores on all of education, health etc. each year...
Where do our priorities lie?...

Back after the break...

Back to my blog...the break was sponsored by my DSL connection...
Not sleeping often seems to clear my mind...I am my nicest self, free from all negativity, after a good night's sleeplessness...however, the important condition is that the lack of sleep should be fully voluntary...
Even though, the following morning, I am tired as hell, I am at my purest state... at complete peace...in bliss....

Thursday, July 24, 2003

Arrival of the goofbot...

Mayu sure looks "out of this world" with this new hairstyle...

I am evil...

I am evil. I am what you need to survive. I am what defines your existence. What are you without me? Why would you live if I wasn't there? How would you define your good were it not for me? I was put in this world for a purpose and I am fulfilling it with honesty, dedication and to the best of my abilities. I will always fight you and I will try to destroy you, even though I know in the end I will be defeated. Defeated, but not destroyed. I will rise up again, and your fight will never end. Whenever you waver from your path, I will become stronger and you will have to struggle harder to find the strength to defeat me. I will make sure you pay for your mistakes. I will make sure you struggle through life. I will do everything I can to ruin your happiness. I will do everything I can to bring you to my side, and to make you fail in following your path. Whenever you feel you have reached your goal you will find me standing there to prove you wrong. I will laugh at your misery, yes I will. And I will never let you rest. I will always be there, always. I will never let go. And never expect me to show any mercy, only a fool would do that. I am the person who will pick the time when you are most vulnerable to rob you off all your belongings. I am your only loyal companion in the world.
Why hate me? I am just doing my job.

Do not judge me...

Do not judge me, and I will not judge you. You might be a link in the chain of reasons that made me what I am today. Do not force your morals on me. Do not set the rules of my life. I did not give you the right. Do not look down on me so that you can put yourself on a pedestal. Judge my actions towards you if you want, but do not judge my soul. I don't need your sympathy. You are not bigger than me. You are not better than me. And you are certainly not stronger than me. I am as much needed by this world as you are. I am as much replaceable as you are. My purpose is as important to the world as yours. You will not be noble in my eyes, so don't try. I am not a reason for you to feel proud of your life. I am not a standard, no one is. I am as much a person as you are. Do not brand me, do not label me. Don't think of yourself as a success and me as a failure. I will decide my success and you will decide yours. I will decide my right and my wrong and you will decide yours. Let me be. I am my only judge.

Wednesday, July 23, 2003

Keeping the faith...

"If I ever lose my faith in you, there'll be nothing left for me to do"...

Close...lyrics...the way I like them...

Well I've known you forever, we complete each other's thoughts
Ain't like we never got in trouble, it's just we've never gotten caught

If it's the thought that counts, you can always count on me
I think about you all the time
It's going to hit me like a bolt of white lightning
Here it comes, my peace of mind

And if you've got a secret
It's in me you can confide
And if we ever get split up
I'll always be on your side

Falling short of proving it, just a hair from the truth
Little shy of improving it, here I come, I'm coming through

Tuesday, July 22, 2003

The babe is back...

Friday is Lara Croft day...I hate the computer game...and the first Tomb Raider movie was one of the stupidest movies I have ever seen...and yet, I know I'll go and watch Cradle of Life first day, first show, everything else be damned...all thanks to my fascination with a certain Ms. Suction Lips...

Wonderful Burns...

Your friendship much can make me blessed -
O, why that bliss destroy?
Why urge the only, one request
You know I will deny?

Your thought, if Love must harbour there,
Conceal it in that thought,
Nor cause me from my bosom tear
The very friend I sought.

Sunday, July 20, 2003

Talking in my sleep...

My mind almost always tends to ignore what my heart knows...and that is why I judge people by their actions even when I know their intentions were otherwise...
The best of relations can break up over the smallest of things with an attitude like this...
Have to change...will change...tomorrow, maybe :)...

"And if tonight my soul may find her peace
in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,
and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower
then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created."

Hollywood hots...

Carrie Ann Moss, Angelina Jolie, Keira Knightley and Natalie Imbruglia...

Love never fails...

Love is the best emotion in the world...the purest emotion that exists...no other emotion can even hope to come close to bringing the joy that love brings to people...and yet, when it is not reciprocated, the same love brings infinite anguish...
This is where we go wrong...its not love that brings agony, its selfishness that does...when we love someone, why do we immediately start dreaming of being with him (her)...why do we start expecting him (her) to do things for us...why is wanting him (her) to love us the natural progression to loving someone...one thing I've often heard whenever couples break up is: "I'm happy for him (her)... I'm happy he's (she's) happy..." while you know that there is an underlying statement that "at the same time...I'm sad she is not with me"...blame it on the movies too...dialogues like these have come to represent bravery in the face of msiery...how can you be happy for someone else and sad for yourself?...
We should love just for the sake of loving, not expecting to get anything from it other than the absolute joy of being able to love someone...love cannot bring us any sadness, it can only sparkle our lives..when relationships break, just think and realise where you went wrong...but don't keep pining for him (her)...learn, and let go...you owe your happiness to yourself...
You never fail in love, you always succeed...and the best thing you can learn in this world is to love someone... don't let selfishness ruin something so good...

Ok, enough of philosophising and preaching...time to go to the beach and lust after pretty women in bikinis...don't I just love summer!...never seen so much beautiful skin in my whole life...

Final thought before sleeping...

In the end, all I'll ever own is myself...and all I can ever lose is myself...

Saturday, July 19, 2003

Utterings...

There are very few things I will always remember from whatever I said vocally in my undergrad class...here are three of them (I don't know if there are any more)...
First, announcing (in the midst of the project locha), in front of all the department teachers (and my classmates) that the students wanted to do projects outside the department (ie, under Dr. Daruwala or Dr. Mantha) mostly because they wanted letters of recommendation from them, which, in effect, meant that the students didn't think the letters from our department profs really counted...it might have been a very stupid thing to do, but it was also one of the very few times during my undergrad that I had the courage to speak out the truth and I am glad I did that...
Second, telling my class (during the apping wars) that after almost four years of having been with them, I still didn't trust most of them...and it was true...at that time, I didn't..but right now, even though I am not in a position to state for sure whether that has changed, I think I want to trust them (a lot of them, not everyone) much much more than I did then...
Third, explaining to Prof. Matange how the "whole effect" of her good deed will be lost (this is beyond explanation, only those who heard it will understand it... though I don't know if anyone did hear it...Amogh and Alok maybe)...

Friday, July 18, 2003

The Studs...

The studgroup, when formed, consisted of Amogh, Hrishi, Rohit, Santy and myself...its nothing short of a miracle that this group was actually formed...the story goes like this...
Santy, as always tense about the evil ways of life leaving him out of the good things, approached Rohit in the 4th semester (yes, that early) and got him to promise (cross your heart and hope to die kind, which Rohit doesn't really believe in, but still, it always gave Santy some peace of mind) that they would do the final year project together...then Santy got Amogh to join the group, of all places on earth, at Thane station. At the end of our last viva exam (Electronics -II) for the 4th sem, I forced Rohit to accompany me for a movie (Gone in 60 Seconds) at New Vijay Cinema (my favourite movie theatre, but more about that later). Now how I was able to convince him (in five minutes) to watch an average movie with me alone at a cheap and dirty theatre two hours from his house (and ten minutes from mine) will always remain a mystery to me. Anyways, we reached the theatre 30 minutes before showtime and waiting for the movie to start, did the thing we do best - sat on the stairs and started faffing. Out of the blue (because I had never really thought about it before), I asked Rohit whether he had thought about the project group. And he told me he had already formed one with Amogh and Santy. And after that he made the most surprising statement he has ever made till date. He told me he knew I wouldn't want to join their group because he thought I would prefer to be with someone more academically accomplished (given my own academic record, I am pretty sure Rohit was on drugs when he said this). I, of course, was surprised and happy...surprised at his statement, and happy that there were only 3 of them so far (the group limit being 5). I immediately got him to sign me on to the group. This, by the way was the only time Rohit saw a movie with me at New Vijay (now tell me the formation of the group wasn't the result of some abracadabra). Moving on, I wanted Hrishi to join our group but I wasn't sure whether he would want to be with me or Vinod. And well, I thought I'd wait a while to try and judge his opinion (without biasing him by telling him about our group). One day (soon after this), at college, I was having lunch with Hrishi (as always) and the remaining members of my group joined me. And Santy said something about project groups (not specifically about our group, but just in general)...immediately, Hrishi announced that he would want to be with me...and that was how we got our fifth member...
And that is how studgroup was born (although we christened ourselves with the name much later)...
It was definitely some sort of a blessing from above that made it happen...and it was unquestionably the best thing to happen to me as far as my undergrad was concerned...
More on studgroup (including the addition of three new members) later...

More fellow travellers...

Continuing with the people I know...

Poonam (the other one, Ms. Shanbag) is a strong woman...strong, as in not 18 inch biceps strong, but as in strong willed and independent...at the same time, she has a caring soul...and is a thinking, mature and emotionally stable woman. A very good organiser and a very popular person, you'll always find her right in the midst of any event on campus. She was also the other sportswoman in the class, excelling at badminton. She shares a love-hate relationship with Amit (love on the inside, illusive hate on the outside)...
She is currently studying at University of Maryland at Baltimore County

Ashish was the only one in our class who contributed to my first site (will always remember you for that, Ashish)....his game (Mastermind, if I remember correctly) was the only non-Ganesh, non-Vipul creation on the site...brainy and assiduous...an excellent programmer and a constant creator of computer jokes... always enthusiastic and cheerful...
He is currently working at Infosys Technologies.

Ameya, together with Robin and Sudeep formed the three musketeers of our class...I will always remember Ameya's auto-rickshaw dream about Amogh...I still don't have the faintest idea whether he actually did dream it or made it up (I would like to believe the former)...he was also the guy who once stated (the fact) that if we were all to stomp hard enough and match the frequency of our stomping with the frequency of the walls of the class, we could bring its cieling down (on us)...Ameya was (and I hope still is) a daydreamer...he had mastered the art of sleeping with his eyes open on the front row of the class...even while conversing with you, you would never be sure whether he was still with you or had transcended into a diffrent thought sphere...again, brainy and industrious...a wonderful person to be with...
He is currently at the University of Indiana at Bloomington.

Aditya (along with Ashish, and sometimes Ameya) was a patient listener of all my descriptions of the movies I saw (beginning with Kaun...I think I told its entire story, scene by scene, to atleast fifteen people, and in the process caused Robin to get perhaps the only scolding of his life from a teacher, the teacher who had the honour being Prof. Deshpande...sorry again about that, Robin)...he was also almost always in the same position as me when it came to completing assignments...but at the same time he was way more intelligent and hardworking that I was...
I like people who always greet you with something funny and he is one of them...
He is at Infosys.

Sudeep is one of those guys who can stay awake till 5 in the morning every single day and then come to college at 9 am...of course he did make up for his lack of sleep by dozing off (open eyed) in almost every other lecture...an intelligent and very hardworking guy...he did things with computers that the rest of us had absolutely no idea about (like creating his own font), his vast knowledge on practically everything that had anything to do with computers regularly impressed everyone in class (including Pooja, even though committed the sin of stealing her seat on a bus trip)...
Sudeep is at the University of South California.

Shubha...hmm, this is a difficult one, difficult because my relationship with her has, in the past, gone from being absolutely great to being the total pits, but I think its now reached a decent and stable stage...we aren't close, but whenever we talk, our behaviour is pretty much agreeable...Shubha is intelligent (her claim to fame is topping the board exams of our batch), pretty (especially her eyes) and has a nice personality...so why did things go wrong between us?...I really can't pinpoint anything in specific, but I do know my temper and ego were among the reasons... anyways, whats done is done...notwithstanding the stature of our relationship, I have always been aware of her many great qualities and I'm quite sure she'll be good at whatever she does in life...
She is working at Tata Consultancy Services.

Sujeet...even tougher than Shubha...one guy I don't think I ever really got on with after the first semester...he was in the same batch as me at Agarwal Classes and back then, we did get on pretty well, but somehow after the first semester at VJTI, we slowly stopped liking each other...I think I know my basic reasons but
they're too stupid to state here...anyways, I don't think we'll ever be great friends...there's hardly any chance that we'll ever meet (or talk) again, other than at class reunions (again, IF I attend them)...but still, I hope he forgets the pointless things that happened between us...other than all that, he is intelligent and definitely a good student.
He is studying at the North Carolina State University...

Gunjan was the babe of our undergrad class...I do not mean it in a derogatory way...she wasn't dumb or anything (as babes are often thought of as)...she was just oh so cute, not just her appearance but all her mannerisms...the way she walked, the way she talked etc. etc. Her sashaying through drawing class (atleast 20 minutes late, each time) always brought the lecture to a complete halt until she had found her seat (what can a poor Prof. Venugopal do when such a beautiful distraction takes away the attention of all his male students)...
She is currently working at Patni Computer Services and recently got engaged to be married, thereby shattering the hopes of many admirers.

Nidhi is another one of the intelligent and smart (and well, pretty) females in our class...has a very cute accent (although she will never believe that I mean it in all sincerity)...works very hard and is academically brilliant.
She is studying at the University of Indiana at Bloomington.

Jeegar...nice guy...another intelligent and hard working one from our class...I hope he laughs more often though
He is also studying at the University of Indiana at Bloomington.

Nihar has a resounding laughter (and by resounding, I mean resounding)...it feels nice to know that there still are people in the world who can laugh that way straight from the heart...crack a joke in front of him, you'll be doing yourself a favour...again, intelligent and hardworking (who wasn't in our class, other than me, of course).
Another VJTI-ite studying at the University of Indiana at Bloomington.

Bhavnesh...another member of the group of good students...sometimes a bit loud and over-enthusiastic, but still, a sincere person with a very good heart...he was Sushant's "langotia yaar" (bosom buddy) and the two of them made an excellent "couple"
He is currently working at Patni Computer Services.

Vinod was by far the calmest person in our class. Given his build, he was capable of lifting most of us with his little finger...and yet, I never even saw a frown cross his face, whatever may be the case...a very sincere and honest person, he was also intelligent and industrious.
He is also working at Patni Computer Services.

Alok...I don't remember ever having seen Alok without a smile on his face...and I don't remember ever having had a conversation with him when I didn't laugh... quick and witty...a great guy to talk to...a great guy to be with...to me, he always managed to make college life seem not so miserable.
He is another one at Infosys.

Scared of the truth?...

Just heard this on the news and then read it on Canada.com...they've really messed up on the whole WMD thing...the sooner they come out with the truth, the better it'll be for everyone...

A body found in the Oxfordshire woods added a sinister twist Friday to questions about the intelligence Prime Minister Tony Blair used to justify war in Iraq.

Police tentatively identified the dead man as David Kelly, a Defence Ministry expert suspected of being the source of media claims that the government hyped its reports on deposed Iraqi president Saddam Hussein's weapons of mass destruction.

What question?

Yesterday, Tony Blair said that history will forgive them (the US and Britain) even if they didn't find any WMDs. While this is obviously an attempt in the direction of building his defence for the inevitable acceptance of the nonexistence of those WMDs, to me, he shouldn't really be bothered about whether history will forgive him or not. If he is able to forgive himself, then no one else should matter to him. And to be able to forgive himself, he has to be true to himself. But the very fact that he is worrying about history somehow tells me that he hasn't been able to be true to himself.
I remember a line from The Gladiator - "What we do in this world, we answer in eternity". And our answers depend on how true we have been to ourselves in this world. Mr. Blair needs to think about that, not about how his name will be remembered.

An appetite for destruction...

Sometimes I want to believe in anarchy. Why? Because humans don't seem to learn and I tend to believe that anarchy will probably teach us a lesson we won't forget. Of course, I wouldn't want to be around when we plunge into that anarchy. I don't want to live in a world with no order, even if it attracts me philosophically. And deep within, I know I'm wrong. We didn't learn anything from the two world wars, did we? Instead of forging towards peace after the second one, we immediately plunged ourselves into a war of ideologies that is solely responsible for most of today's problems. Why Africa is in the state it is in today is because we forgot to free it from imperialism...no, actually, we didn't think Africa was important enough in front of the big war between capitalism and communism. Ideologies count more than humans. Even today. Its just the players who keep changing...the cycle of mistakes, nay, blunders, remains the same. The roots of every conflict today can, in some way be traced to the cold war. And its only because no one has ever really accepted the mistakes of the past. We have yet to start the process of attaining peace...and drifting back, it might be complete anarchy that would lead to the genesis of peace.

The wrong belief...

We have started believing that control comes from force and fear whereas it comes from love and respect. The start to correcting your mistakes is always accepting them. That is why the US will never be able to achieve a permanent end to the terrorism it fears so much. Its not just the US though...my own homeland, India, is a case in point when it comes to the issue of Kashmir. I am not saying that the Kashmir problem is India's creation, but we have definitely played our part in making it what it is today. And we will never be able to come up with a permanent solution until we accept our mistakes. What Pakistan does or doesn't do is completely independent of this realisation (and acceptance) on our part. I am not saying its easy. Accepting your mistakes is the most difficult thing to do for humans. And I am not saying that I would be able to do it if I were the Prime Minister of India. I might not be able to. But thats not the point. I am NOT the PM. And the fact that I can't do it is not a reason for the PM not doing it. He is supposed to be the leader of our nation. He is supposed to be stronger than the rest of us, else how can he ever lead us. If we ever are to live in peace, someone has to do it. Extraordinary situations demand extraordinary actions from extraordinary people. I am waiting for them...

Accepting wrong...

A Canadian citizen, Zahra Kazemi, who also happens to hold an Iranian passport was murdered in an Iranian prison. She was a journalist and was caught by the police taking pictures of a prison. She died as a result of being beaten in prison. Everyone agrees it was a sad thing to happen. However, most of the time when I hear discussions about this (on the radio or tv), the prevalent viewpoint is that she shouldn't have been there in the first place. It reminds me of how when a woman was raped in a local train in Mumbai when she was travelling alone at night, the first thing that was said was that she shouldn't have been there. Why? Why shouldn't these women have been at these places? The only thing we should be saying is that a wrong took place. But we have come to accept wrong just because it is so prevalent. There are wrongs that we "think" will never be set right and so we have even stopped trying to face them, instead all we think of is how to avoid them. I'm not saying that I would have done what these women dead... no, I'm too scared...there have been times in Mumbai when I've seen people getting whacked on the streets and I've just walked on pretending I just didn't see...and simply because I didn't have the courage to be true to myself...would you say I did the right thing and these women did the wrong thing?
If these women wanted to do it, was it their fault that they did it? Why are we questioning their right to be there and not questioning the existence of the wrongs that happened?
If we accept wrongs then we lose all right to question their existence...

Whopper...

Just read on MSN...talk about hitting the hammer on the head...

"Q: Secretary Rumsfeld, when did you know that the reports about [Iraq seeking] uranium coming out of Africa were bogus?

"A: Oh, within recent days, since the information started becoming available."

—Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld, answering a question posed by Sen. Mark Pryor, D.-Ark., at a hearing of the Senate Armed Services committee, July 10.

"The [International Atomic Energy Agency] has made progress in its investigation into reports that Iraq sought to buy uranium from Niger in recent years. … The IAEA was … able to review correspondence coming from various bodies of the Government of Niger, and to compare the form, format, contents and signatures of that correspondence with those of the alleged procurement-related documentation.

"Based on thorough analysis, the IAEA has concluded, with the concurrence of outside experts, that these documents—which formed the basis for the reports of recent uranium transactions between Iraq and Niger—are in fact not authentic. We have therefore concluded that these specific allegations are unfounded."

—Dr. Mohamed ElBaradei, director of the International Atomic Energy Agency, in a March 7 statement to the United Nations Security Council. ElBaradei's statement was reported March 8 on the front page of the Washington Post, Rumsfeld's hometown newspaper, and was also widely reported in other TV and print outlets around the world.

Virtual connections...

How did I stop blogging yesterday?...my computer crashed on me (hail thee mighty Windows)...

Yesterday I was reading a recent (June 2) issue of Time and they had an interesting article on a site called Friendster.com. It basically builds on online dating service portals like Match.com, although its not restricted to dating - you can make friends too, plain platonic relationships...there is a pretty simple idea behind it that makes it kind of unique... you meet people only through people you know...you can only become the friend of your friends and so on...and that way the chances of you having to deal with "online wierdos" (which is what happens quite often in all online social networks) become very slim...not really earth-shattering, right?...more or less, general common sense...we've been doing it in our regular lives since we were born...yet, no one has thought about it until now (sometimes I wonder how the obvious skips everyone's mind)...and its a hit... they have something like a million subscribers with a 20% weekly growth rate...there are some other sites too like Everyonesconnected.com, but none as popular...I am pretty sure they'll sell out in about 2-4 years for hundreds of millions becoming the hotmail story of the 21st century...its an interesting site if you like making friends online...I have not joined it, and I am not going to, on my own...I don't particularly enjoy the idea of having too many friends...if someone invites me, I might join, but even then I don't think I'll really use it...
One thought crosses my mind often though, especially when I see all the dotcom guys making money on simple ideas like this one...what if I came up with such an idea?...I could make enough money in 4 years to retire...I sometimes think I feel jealous that I haven't got such an idea (the fact that its so simple is the main reason), but in reality I know I wouldn't be able to handle so much money, and its good that I don't have it...probably fate knows this too, and that is why I don't get an idea like this (thats also a good excuse to rid myself of any feelings of jealousy or sadness)...no, but seriously, I have very simple needs...I have never felt like living in a big house or travelling in my private jet ...I haven't even felt like travelling in first class, ever...in fact, the best journeys I have been in have always been via train in 2nd class...you meet interesting people, see interesting things etc. etc...for that matter, I haven't even ever felt like owning a car...yes, there are times when I've wanted to be rich, but I don't know for what...and well, for the past one year, I don't think I've ever felt like being rich...I don't mean to say that I'm a good person and that someone who wants to be rich is not good...this is just the way I feel...and if someone wants to be rich, I hope he does become rich...I know a lot of my friends will become rich...and I also know I'll be happy when they do...

Can't stop blogging...so here's a post on my friends...the order is in no way an order of preference...and if your life is so pathetic that you consider yourself a friend of mine and your name isn't here then don't complain...its not worth it, unless you're a miserable little creep who has nothing better to do but waste his time complaining about the teeniest of things...and if you are that, then twiddly digs to you (whatever that means)...you should be happy if you're not in this list... but if you're stupid enough to want to be in this list then wait, and my brain might wake up to your existence or let me know (and hope I make sense of your words)...

Change of mood...I've become a bit serious...seriously...I miss the people in the list...a whole lot...

Lena has the purest and most beautiful soul I know of. Some people live on love and make everyone around them feel loved...she is one of them. Never does an ill-thought cross her mind. Never does someone else's pain please her. Seeing her divine smile will make anyone feel happy to be alive and blessed to have witnessed such beauty. "Nice" is the first word that springs to my mind whenever I think of her. On top of that, she is smart, funny, independent, intelligent, works very hard and is brilliant at whatever she does, while remaining level-headed all the time. The world definitely needs a lot more people like Lena.
Her friendship feels like a wonderful dream and will always remain one of the best things to have happened to me...
The angel studies business administration and works for Siemens in Germany.

Roopsha was my best friend for five years..."was" being appropriate here because even though we still keep in touch, the relationship will never be what it used to be (owing to some past and present reasons that I'd prefer not to elaborate on here). She is smart, intelligent and above all, has a wonderful heart, kind and caring. She is honest to the core and will always speak whats on her mind and that is essentially what makes her such a great friend to have. Yes, there are some things about her I don't agree with, but then I don't think there is anyone on this earth who I find perfect (I, myself, don't even come close)...and in her case, my issues are pretty minimal...I am very lucky to have had her as a friend and I will always treasure the time I spent with her.
She studies at the University of Texas at Austin.

Ganesh is my partner in the crime of dreaming. Ganesh is the fuel that drives my passion for movies. My friendship with Ganesh began through our efforts to make a successful (read, money making) dotcom (needless to say, we failed miserably) but what really bonded us together (a bond that I hope is lifelong) was movies. Making movies with Ganesh is definitely a part of my future. My best conversations on movies are with Ganesh. And whenever we talk, movies are what we talk about. Besides sharing my devotion towards movies, what makes him a joy to be with is his striking sense of humour, something which the world needs desperately. Thanks to his wit, Ganesh has had to face the ire of many but that is not because he intends to be hurtful...its only because people often take everything too seriously and fail to see the lighter side of life...and that is exactly why we need many more like him in today's world.
Ganesh is studying at New York University.

Vijay is one of the craziest guys I know. He is supremely confident, has a great (even if a bit wierd at times) sense of humour and a huge heart. I can spend hours hearing him talk without getting bored. Some people tend to get offended by his "apparently loud" behaviour but I can't get enough of him. I met him through Roopsha...just one of the many nice things that happened to me thanks to her. I don' think I would ever have met a guy like him, we are poles apart and there is hardly any chance of my moving in the same circles as him. Its probably because he is so different from me that I am so fond of him. He is a very gifted writer and will someday soon accomplish his dream of becoming a famous (and of course, rich) author.
He has just finished his course in journalism (topping sports and economics) at the Asian College of Journalism.

Amogh (Dumbdi) is the big hulk with a soft heart. He can be the most irritating of persons and make you really want to kill him. He is caustic and can insult you in the worst of ways. But you see this side of his only if you have the pleasure (however dubious it may be) of his friendship...all of his friends know it is his way of expressing his love towards them. And whenever anyone is in trouble, Dumbdi will be among the first to help. He shifted to our class from the electronics class after the first year (thanks to the only time he scored really high marks...he could never repeat that performance, a direct result of being in my company). My first impression of him (mostly due to Rohit) was of a sincere, simple guy...it didn't take me long to discover his true crazy self. One thing which initially bound us together was our love for rock music. During our undergraduate years, he was most famous as Dr. Dhamdhere's (professor in and ex-head of the computer science department at IIT Bombay) son.
Dumbdi is trying to follow in his father's footsteps by working towards a PhD at Georgia Institute of Technology.

Santosh (Santy) suffers from the foot in mouth disease. Even though he is a very intelligent person when it comes to studies, he often speaks without thinking and the resulting santyisms are quite adorable while making you laugh your guts out. Also, Santy exaggerates everything. Over the years I have heard all kinds of stories from Santy, and I don't remember a single one that was true . Santy is a slogger, his ability to work hard often makes me feel ashamed of my lack of the same. Why I really love him is because of his heart...malice towards others is something he can never feel.
He is studying at the Texas A&M University and aiming for a job at Microsoft (which of course, he will get).

Hrishi has been my buddy and soulmate for 9 years. Hrishi is the one person I could always rely on to get ready within 5 minutes to go watch a movie. Hrishi is the person I could rely on to get notes one day before the exams. Hrishi was my loyal chaat mate. Hrishi was everything I wanted him to be...and more. A street-smart guy who always kept his wits about him, he has saved me from trouble infinite number of times. Having Hrishi made undergrad so much easier, so much more enjoyable...I can say for sure that I would not have been able to complete my undergrad without Hrishi.
Hrishi is currently working at Infosys.

Rohit is someone you can easily hate...but also someone you can easily love. Rohit was the first person (other than Hrishi) who I became close friends with during my undergrad, in fact he was the first person I talked to...and simply because both of us dumbos were lost looking for the chem lab. His open mouthed bewildered expression at the time is the one that will always stay with me. Rohit is the guy who would join all the crash courses during the preparation leave and then crack the exams. He is smart and intelligent and like Amogh, often uses his smartness to insult his friends. If you don't know him you'll think he is being rude, but if you do know him, you'll also know exactly how to get back at him. Santy was probably the one most tortured by Rohit. Santy was in an eternal struggle with Rohit to prove his superiority in everything but Rohit's ability to frustrate him (not through talent but through insult) caused Santy to make a fool of himself most of the time. Some of the most hilarious minutes, nay, hours, nay, days, of my undergrad have been the creation of the two of them.
He is studying at the Michigan State University.

Poonam is the good girl. Sensitive and sweet, her soul will always remain that of a child. She takes the smallest of things real hard and worries about everything she can possibly worry about. Inspite of representing the goodness in her, her acute sensitivity to pain (not just hers, but everyone else's around her) is most often the cause of her worries and sadness. I hope someday soon she stops worrying and starts enjoying life. I often wish things in her life always go the way she wants them to, so she wouldn't have to face any disappointment ever, but life quite often does not work that way. Also, even though she is a very intelligent and hard working girl and her academic record is nothing short of remarkable, she has never had confidence in her abilities.
I hope she finds the strength to derive happiness from every second of her life.
She is slogging it out at the Georgia Institute of Technology.

Deepa (Dipsy) was the girl I proposed to (and thereby, shocked) in the first semester itself. Although it was the result of the loss of a bet, her refusal practically ruined any real chances I might have had with her. I didn't really know her well enough till the third year which is actually when I found out what a great (although sometimes irritating) girl she was. She is kind and caring, although a bit too over-sensitive sometimes and has a great knack for enjoying herself, wherever she may be. Time spent with her is always filled with fun and laughter. She was Amogh's favourite punching bag...she did try to fight back at times, but mostly in vain. She is one person towards whom my feelings have undergone a complete transformation. From not liking her at all for the first two years of my undergrad, I now prize and cherish her friendship.
She is, at present, eating Rohit's brains (or whatever is left of it) at Michigan State University.

Jyoti is the woman who will make the ideal wife...no, I don't mean she is good at cooking and cleaning... she is smart, funny, caring and has her head firmly placed on her shoulders. A very emotionally stable woman, she will make the man in her life really happy. My friendship with her started mostly due to my friendship with Deepa, which just goes to prove that every cloud has a silver lining (just kidding, Dipsy...don't start crying). She is Dipsy's soulmate and watching the two of them together always strengthens my belief in the goodness that friendship represents.
She is doing some real hard research and studies at Florida State Univesity.

Pooja is a real go-getter and one of the smartest girls around. And her confidence is amazing, absolutely amazing. She gets things done, and even when she has to deal with absolute crackpots (loads of them being freely available at VJTI), she maintains her cool and her politeness, something I was never able to do. She created history at VJTI by actually being able to start a theatrical group with hardly any faculty backing and then stunned almost everyone by garnering funding (however measly it may have been) from the college administration. A very competitive person, she was a good student and a very enthusiastic sportswoman...she was in almost every girls team of our department (her crowning glory being the victory in the girls' basketball competition in our final year...and it did help her cause that she had a long-running feud with the captain of the opposite team). Level-headed, erudite and pretty (yes, Pooja, now its etched in cyberstone that I think you're pretty...manipulations of harmless words uttered from my innocent mouth be damned), she should be any man's dream woman... however, the very qualities that make her such a great person also make her too hot to handle for a lot of boys (not men, but boys)...she doesn't really care though (and she shouldn't).
I will always remain "Vipul the Vitriolic" to her, her main concern for me being my death due to a heart attack (I have changed drastically, Pooja, so you'll have to look for something else in me to be concerned about).
Pooja and I have had our ups and downs and its not like we were great friends throughout our undergrad...but still, even with our differences, she is (and will always be) one of the finest women I know.
She is studying at the Indian Institute of Management at Ahmedabad and is firmly on her way to becoming on the greatest business leaders ever.

Sushant was the leader of my undergrad class, and rightly so. He is one of those who are born to lead. His confidence is truly admirable. He represents the motto "When the going gets tough, the tough get going". Whenever anyone had a problem with the administration or the faculty, it was Sushant he/she would turn to. And Sushant always took it upon himself as a challenge to fight out the problem till the end. His frankness and honesty made him among the few classmates I could truly trust and talk to. We did have our differences from time to time, but conversing with him was always delightful. His sense of humour is the absolute pits though (often coming close to matching mine). But that makes him even more of a joy to be with. He can be really crazy when he wants to and yet be very serious and discerning when required. Hard work and intelligence were the basis of his being among the finest students in our class. Although I don't (and will never) know the basis for his being the most popular senior among second year girls.
He is studying at University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Avi was my lab mate for two full years. And I had some really good times with him. Working with him was fun, loads of fun. His antics always made me laugh (even if inadvertently). Among them, the most special ones were definitely his run-ins with Prof. Matange. He is an honest, innocent guy. But he often asks some of the most stupid questions you can think of. Most of his "doubts" in class were absolutely asinine. Not that he wasn't intelligent...no, his intelligence is most definitely extraordinary...its just that he had to ask doubts even when he didn't have any (we all know it was only to "impress" the teachers). And add to that, an extremely bad sense of humour and you would think of someone irritating as hell. Very true...but still, to me, he was a fine (and adorable) friend and the lab sessions (and all the other times) I spent with him are amongst my most prized memories of my undergrad.
He is currently eating everyone's brains at Infosys.

Amit was my constant opponent on the class mailing list. Our brawls on the list were the stuff B-grade action flicks are made of. Our opinions differed on practically every topic under the sun but that in no way lessened my admiration and respect for him. His work ethics are exemplary. He is a dedicated and honest (and if I may say so, very competitive) student, but his pessimism (which, given his brilliant academic record, is pretty much baseless...then again, pessimism always is) can sometimes be annoying. To him, life appears to be a case study of his belief that things will go wrong whenever they can. As with his work, he is honest with his relationships too and will always fight in the corner of his friends. However, his friends, especially girls, always seem to gang up on him (of course, such banter being nothing but an expression of love).
He is making waves as a student at the University of Minnesotta at Twin Cities.

Robin is the most exceptional student I have ever seen. Academically, he was always miles ahead of everyone else in class. Catching up with him was what everyone in our class aimed for. Again, like all scholars, he possesses those two essential qualities - hard work and intelligence. What makes him rise above everyone else though, is his extraordinary ability to concentrate, think straight and to be able to express himself in a lucid yet thoughtful manner. When it comes to dealing with the world, his biggest asset is his mouth. He is among the most convincing speakers I know of and that makes him an obvious favourite among teachers (and also, the parents of his classmates).
Robin is currently giving other students the creeps at the University of Illinois at Urbana Champaign.

Vasudha is a charming little (as in size, not age) girl. By far, the finest dancer in our class, it is a delight to watch her move on the dance floor. Other than that, she is also a smart, intelligent woman who is great to converse with. And being with her always means loads of fun.
She is working at Tata Consultancy Services.

Harsh is the reason I have this weblog...it was he who introduced me to the joys of blogging. Not surprising, since Harsh was always the first in our class to know of anything exciting happening in the IT world... mostly because of the fire of entrepreunership that burns within him. He is a wonderful person and deserves a lot more than life has offered him to date. I really hope his dream of becoming a successful (and rich) techpreneur becomes a reality someday soon (remember to give me a share of your booty, Harsh). I am sure it will happen.
He is busy impressing everyone with his skills at Netcore.

Worthless musings...

I still don't know the real reason behind my starting a blog (other than the fact that I've always wanted to keep a diary with the hope of achieving immortality like Anne Frank...yeah right!)...its 12 in the night and my brain is not sharp enough to think of an impressive, intellectual reason...why couldn't I have started the blog tomorrow morning?...simply because I lack the intelligence to have thought about that...why am I continuing to post even though I have nothing to post?... because...duh! no clue whatsoever...maybe a sudden manic addiction to posting blogs...maybe there's a name for it, blogpostitis or something...or maybe I'm the guy from "Idle Hands"...if I stop blogging, I'll start chopping heads (maybe yours)...pray that I keep blogging...actually, go to sleep, or do something constructive (or not)...why are you still reading this blog even after you've realised it means nothing...no, wait...or come back...I might start making sense soon..."I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell, I know, right now you don't care, but stick a little while and maybe then you'll see, a different side of me"...the song coming on radio as soon as I wrote the previous sentence is such a remarkable coincidence... not remarkable...spooky, creepy...brrrr!...I'm probably modeling myself into Jack Torrence from The Shining...one of the best horror movies ever, by one of the best authors ever, Stephen King...did you know that Stephen King was almost bankrupt when the advance from Carrie came and turned his life around?...I am almost bankrupt, when is my advance coming?...

It has begun...

I am a very average person. Average intelligence, average looks, average smarts, average sense of humour, average everything. Lose me in a crowd, and its very unlikely you'll find me again. There is hardly any chance I'll ever be rich, famous or successful in the eyes of the world. In the rare case that they find me, I wouldn't really know what to do with wealth and fame. But, however it is, I love my life. I am glad to be alive and I try and enjoy every second that I have on this earth. Its taken me more than 21 years to realise the true worth of my life and now that I know how precious it is, I also know how lucky I am to have it. I don't have any ambitions in life other than being at peace with myself every moment and well, making movies (atleast one) someday. I don't have the faintest idea why you are here but maybe you are the hitch hiker on the information superhighway I have been waiting for to come and find my thoughts lying in the darkness... whatever...welcome!