Now You Are Just Somebody I Used To Know!!

Now and then you come across a song that JUST SHITTING DESCRIBES how you feel..just came across this particular song by Wouter De Baker, an Australian Belgian singer, (crush alert!!!!) just exchange the guy's lines and that of the gal's!!!

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

[Kimbra:]
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
And I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

[Gotye:]
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
And you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Exploits de` Dragonular December----Part 1: THE GOING!!

BLOG-SPOTTERS!!

Its really been an uncharacteristically extended, eye-opening, finger-resting and highly-detailed sabbath for me..this particular going off the record thingy for a copious period of 16 days straight. Although the idea itself seems extremely improbable and outrageous, especially when pitting out of a self-obsessed tweeple(or twee-son???) and electronically-loud web-freak, its pretty flattering to realise that this is proved to be another feather in my desperately-in-need-of-decoration hat, an achievement I rendered myself incapable of accomplishing, especially after bidding an uneventful, non-dramatic and tearless goodbye to one of the most passionate phenomena of my life: My Facebook account.

So, returning back to my usual narcissistic-chattery self, I am giving (myself and the blog, as I suffer from a very undesirable trait of forgetting the miniature details of the best times of my life. I still curse myself for not maintaining a diary or a blog back in the year 2008, which until before this particular vacation, was the most memorable period of my life. My first foreign trip to the beautiful African land of Mauritius was nothing short of a childhood dream coming true, and cursorily, the pangs of guilt for not remembering each and every picturesque moment still chews at me. Consequently, every incident of unexplained spasms of delight, whenever a marine scene comes to life in front of me gets shoved away as mere deja-vu) a detailed account of exactly what I had been upto during the second winter break of my life as an engineering-student. As the adjective in itself conveys voluminous amounts of self-descriptive details to my fellow sufferers, I would, at this point of time, like to clarify that this post will be deliberately and painfully kept free of any expected experienced or non-experienced characteristic engineering-student-ish emotional upheavals.

As my journey to Mumbai for attending Asia's largest cultural fest, Mood Indigo, started with a friend who was supposed to be a co-passenger ditching the plan at the last moment, deragatory remarks about which she would have to endure for a pretty long time to come,  and me still being obstinatively positive about attending it, citing reasons that my decisions (especially involving frolic and fun) refuse to depend upon others and thus on a relatively low-key note.

The train journey, on the other hand was a disaster to start with(as can be conveniently testified by a hoard of friends whom I texted, sitting on a train filled with non-acquainted fellow travellers, the full impliaction of my then existing situation in a very declarative SMS, which bore the exact multitude of self-pity, anti-climax and uncertainty about the righteousness of my decision to embark on the 28 hour train journey almost across the country with the self-assigned margin of a bit of exaggeration, without the presence of any friend, my laptop and any good novel). The presumed romanticism of travelling in unprecedented conditions had fizzed out within the first couple of hours of the journey, with myself finally returning back to the firm ground of reasoning the impracticality of my undertaking. There had been actually one fateful period of about half an hour when I had toyed with the idea of alighting at the next station the train halted at, followed by catching the first train back home. During this strategic period, I had belted my shoes back on, bid farewell to a certain Ansari family who were travelling in my immediate vicinty, packed the remaining tidbits of Haldiram peanuts inside my handbag, and taken out my massive luggage bag from the underside of my berth to disembark from the dirty S11 coach of Hatia-Lokmanya Tilak express. At this point of time, I experience a familiar surge of guilt for not maintaining a first-hand account  of my travel overtake me as I fail to remember exactly which station was it whereupon I had jumped off the coach and walked towards the enquiry counter when I thankfully chanced upon seeing a familiar face buying water from one of the typical, omni-Indian-station-existent stalls. He was Sumit, a classmate from my own batch of civil engineering. This sight proved to be one of the very few situations where I would have actually been postively elated about the prospect of coming across a batchmate from my college. I greedily seized upon this oppurtunity of acquiring a person who can be one possible co-traveller. I shamelessly went and inquired him about the size, shape and purpose of his group and journey respectively, which turned out to be Shirdi and Goa, unlike my Mumbai trip, but a destination sane enough to be travelled together to, and the rhetoric question about any of them having any sort of problem if I suddenly barged in at their group. Thankfully, if any of them were even one percent reluctant or dismissive about the idea, they didn't show it.

With the advent of one positive thing happening at last, my lost vigour of doing a softer, feminised, Indianised and self-important version of Bear Grylls returned back and I decided to never again feel sorry for etching out impractical plans about life. Somehow, they work out at the moment you decide they are leading nowhere. Somehow you end up feeling like the "protagonist" of something which stops resembling a puppet show complete with string-pullers and ventriloquists and starts being what it really is: Your Life.

Philosophy aside, the boring train journey had metamorphosed, within a turn of about five minutes, into a memorable trip with classmates whose names, until then were residing in the labyrinths of my sub-consciousness. All the typical college-trip fantasies had come to life with everybody indulgingly involved in first a laborious bout of dumb-charades, which was kick-started with movies like Bhaagte Bhoot Ki Latakti Langoti, Thoda sa Rumani Ho Jaaye (one particularly funny thing that happened wile this movie was being enacted was that we guessed all the words of the movie except the word "ho"...the actor actually acted a painfully large sequence of dumb-acts:acted like a dog, created an imaginary slum, made weird noises out of his lungs and nose cooing for the arrival of train and all and took us to the movie :Slumdog Millionaire...and then towards the signature cry "JAI HO" all only to arrive at the word "ho"...lol), Saleem Tu Langde pe Mat Ro, and was concluded with the ones like Dor and Krantiveer, and second in an utterly extended series of Antakshari which continued late into night, resulting in us getting rebuked by a specific "Auntyjee" a couple of times for bombarding into her supposed "Hard Day's Night" :P:D

Period.

Why Mayawati Should Be made The Prime Minister of India...

The following article is the aftermath of the last PSF session I attended. The outcome of a Group Discussion given to a group that comprised of only seniors except Ravi...while me n Estee sitting ryt at the back cudn't help but make spoof of the discussion thence going on...The topic of the GD was "What if Mayawati became the next PM of our country"...The observer of the GD claimed it would be very difficult indeed to speak IN FAVOUR OF the topic, but we made Tough jobs Rough!!!

Chk out!!

1.) Micronesia or something completely analogous made out of India (with no islands)...the ninth wonder of the world...would hence boost Tourism.

2.) She'll send a fleet of planes to fetch each and every POW of India from countries as far as Somalia and as near as Pakistan alike. An honor they so rightfully deserve...She may also absolutely send something as extravagant for each pair of shoes, clothes and utensils they managed to scarper over these decades.

3.) India shall be noteworthy for centuries to come for her sculptural beauties depicting great personalities indeed like herself right from Kashmir to Kanyakumari, again generating a plethora of Tourism and revenues as a causatum.

4.) Gundas and other uneducated people which form a respectable percentage of population of our country would be highly revered and employed, ample avocations generated for them--hence reducing unemployment to a great extent.

5.) Her birthday party will give students and professionals a holiday and ostentatious Party opportunities.

6.) Live-in relationships would be seen with an eye of titanic veneration, and laws amended to make them less nonsensical, and easy-to practice.

7.) Dalit pride, a la gay pride :)

8.) Narcissism would no more be a mental disorder. On the contrary, there maybe tailor-made championships for practicing the same.

9.) Birthday fund---a new, unassailable, and compulsory tax for rich and poor alike would inimitably increase Govt. revenues.

10.) Jaipur would be made the new capital of India, because it is the Pink-City!!!

I could therefore still not figure out why exactly did they find it soo troublesome to support Mayawati's candidature for becoming the PM of our highly esteemed country. Her appointment would replenish India with unprecedented pride and craftsmanship.

                                                                 __/\__

I stayed put

As once You jived to fervent folk,
of only what You craved to look,
Faraway, a shimmering haze,
Alas, but not what fireflies chase,
glowed, 'cross the burning walls,
And though awakened long lost light,
evaded all, but not Your sight,
Just like cinders in the past,
gave glass slippers to maidens fair,
And not unlike a spiral pupa,
My bee shall always let You go....

I shall wait for lest you climb,
The high hung hills, the clouds ninth,
And that shall You ever provoke,
The stifled supremacy of my broke,
The guild of guilt will all be gone...

What their raucous cries could not,
What my gentle prods did not,
Did your wordless going away,
made me stay put where you chose?

You know you grew up in India in 90s when....

This is a plagiarised post picked straight from IITBombay Bakar...as nowhere did they mention abt it being subjected to horrendous copyright infringements, I promptly grabbed the opportunity to enhance the non-elegance of my blog to ever non-sustenable levels...
Do chk...makes a nice read!
1) You know the words to ‘In-pin-safety-pin’ and ‘akkad-bakkad’ by heart
2) Cricket is almost a religion for you, and you idolize at least one of Rahul Dravid/Sachin Tendulkar/Saurav Ganguly.
3) You have read at least some Chacha Chaudhary or Tinkle comic.
4) You’ve watched Shaktimaan on TV at least once in your life. And you can immediately recognize the character when you see him.
5) You have some NRI relatives.
6) You couldn’t wait for it to be December so you could have the Toblerone chocolates your NRI relatives brought you
7) You watched Cartoon Network, and then the late night movies on TNT that came after Cartoon Network ended.
8 ) You watched corny dubbed versions of Small Wonder, Silver Spoon, and I Dream of Jeanie
9) You were THRILLED when McDonald’s opened in your neighborhood (or even eight kilometers away)
10) A visit to Pizza Hut used to mean a special treat
11) You have seen Kuch Kuch Hota Hai and Hum Aapke Hain Kaun at least 5 times each
12) You still remember the theme song of Hum Paanch. (Hum Paanch, Pam Pam Pam Paanch!)
13) You have played hours upon hour of running and catching, chor-police, lagori, saankli, ‘Doctor, doctor, help us!’, ‘Lock and key’
14) You have seen girls play “Amina Super Sina” more times than you can remember. (And you still don’t know what it means!)
15) Dog ‘in’ the bone was your favorite co-ed game.
16) Much of your free time in school was spent playing UNO.
17) You collected trump cards of wrestlers, cricketers, and airplanes, and did not quite understand why your younger siblings were obsessed with Pokemon and the other Japanese trends that followed.
18) Your summer vacations were often synonymous with visiting your grandparents or cousins
19) Your parents, at some point, told you ‘Dark Room’ was a bad game to play. But you still loved playing it.
20) Bole mere lips, I love uncle Chips!
21) You know the song ‘Made in India’ by Alisha Chinai
22) You have seen many many many episodes of ‘Antakshari’ on Zee TV and know the only thing constant in the show is Annu Kapoor.
23) Many evenings have been spent watching little kids gyrate vulgarly on Boogie Woogie on Sony.
24) You were the coolest thing in class if you had a computer in your house while it was still the 90s.
25) You learnt LOGO and BASIC in school!
26) You couldn’t wait to start 4th standard so you could start writing with PENS instead of with pencils!
27) You often used terms and phrases like ‘two-say’, ‘same to you, back to you, with no returns’, and ‘shame shame, puppy shame, all the donkeys know your name.’
28) You most probably saw Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge at the cinema at least once. You also fantasized about singing songs in mustard fields as in the movie.
29) You have seen David Dhawan and Govinda movies and laughed at them.
31) You have said ‘haw’ or ‘yuck’ when you saw people kissing in English movies. (nowadays kids are used to it!)
30) Titanic was your FIRST favourite english movie.
31) You thought seeing English movies and speaking English made you the coolest thing ever.
32) You remember the Gujarat earthquake very clearly and could possibly tell everyone EXACTLY what you were doing when the earthquake occurred (yes, this happened in 2001, January 26, 2001, to be exact — but this group is about the things that Indian kids that GREW UP in the 90s remember and identify with).
33) Barbies for girls, and GI Joes for boys were the ultimate status symbols. You just wanted more more more and more. And how can I forget Hot Wheels, for both boys and girls?
34) You thought ‘imported’ clothes were definitely way better than ‘made in India’ clothes (never mind that a lot of clothes brought from overseas by NRI relatives were actually made in India, before ‘Made in China’ started appearing on EVERY existing thing)
35) “Jungle Jungle Baat Chali Hai Pata Chala Hai! Chaddi Pehen Ke Phool Khila Hai Phool Khila Hai!” You watched “The Jungle Book” every Sunday morning at 9 a.m. and just loved mowgli, bhalu and bagheera. A few years later, you watched Disney Hour, which had cartoons like Aladdin, Gummy Bears, Tail Spin, Uncle Scrooge!
36) At some point or other, cool was your favourite, and therefore, most overused word.
37) Captain Planet was your first introduction to environmental consciousness.
38) You have tried to convince people around you to not burst crackers on Diwali, and then gone straight back home and burst them yourself.
39) You have had endless packets of Parle Gluco G biscuits, and of Brittania Little Hearts biscuits.
40) You loved licking off the cream from the centre of Bourbon biscuits.
41) There were no Nike, Reebok, Adidas, Puma- Bata and Liberty was the way to go for your sports shoes.
42) You have probably consumed more Frooti in your lifetime than there is oil in Iraq.
43) You watched Baywatch on Star World when nobody was home even though (or because) your parents said you shouldn’t watch it.
44) You bought packets of potato chips for the specific purpose of collecting Tazos. And you had Tazos depicting everyone from Confucius to Daffy Duck to Daffy Duck dressed as Confucius.
45) For the longest time, the Maruti 800, the Premier Padmini, THE Fiat, and THE Ambassador were the only cars you saw on the road, and the Contessa was cool because it was bigger.
46) You would literally jump up in excitement if you ever chanced upon an imported car (Oh my gosh, is that really a MERCEDES?)!
47) You spent a good part of 1998 drooling over the Hyundai Santro and the Daewoo Matiz , debating which one was better.
48) You used to Fuzen gum. You also chewed Big (big) Babool and/or Boom Boom Boomer chewing gum. They were bright pink and disgusting tasting, but you loved them for the temporary tattoos.
49) Talking of temporary tattoos, you sometimes had contests with your classmates about who had more tattoos on their arm, leg, knee, hand, forehead, wherever.
50) You thought Mario and Contra were the coolest things ever invented, especially if you were a boy.
51) You knew that having the latest Hero or Atlas bicycle would make you the coolest kid on the block.
52) You can imitate Sushmita Sen’s winning gasp to perfection.
53) You have, at some point of time, worn GAP clothes (real or fake) like SRK in KKHH.
54) Seemingly senseless acronyms like SRK, DDLJ, DTPH, KKHH actually make sense to you..
55) You have at some point debated who was more beautiful- Aishwarya or Sushmita.
56) Baskin Robbins ice-cream was THE thing to have!
57) You know what Campa Cola is. And you also knew that Coca Cola was THE drink.
58) You would watch WWF keenly every evening/afternoon and loved Bret Hart “Hitman”! really thought Undertaker had seven lives and he made an “actual” appearance in the Akshay Kumar- starrer Khiladiyon ka Khiladi.
59) When all backpacks (or ’schoolbags’) and water bottles and tiffin boxes had strange cartoon characters that were hybrid versions of seven or eight different characters, and you still bought them, because a green man wih a water pistol, boots, a jet-pack, Johnny bravo hair, a rajasthani mustache, gloves, and underwear (long johns) over his pants, called ‘Mr. X’ was OBVIOUSLY a status symbol.
60) You remember the Nirma tikia jingle.
61) You remember the Nirma girl.
62) You remember the ‘doodh doodh piyo glass full doodh’ ad and also the ‘laal kaala peela, gulabi hara neela classic hai badia bristles wala’ and ‘roz khao ande’ ads.
63) You grew up reading, if you read at all, some or all of Nancy Drews, Enid Blyton books, Hardy Boys, Babysitters Club, Animorphs, Goosebumps, Sweet Valley series, Judy Blumes, and Tintin, or Archie comics. Because naturally, reading foreign authors made you much cooler than reading Tinkle.
64) Towards the late 90s (1998-99) at least some of us started our Harry Potter obsessions!
65) You absolutely HAD to go to Essel World if you were with cousins! “Essel World mein rahoonga main, ghar nahin nahin jaaonga main!” (I never went but always dreamed of going there!)
66) You watched the Bournvita Quiz contest on TV pretty religiously. The smarter ones amongst you actually took part in it and had your entire school and your entire extended families watch you on it!
67) Maggi 2 Minute Noodles = ultimate snack (and tiffin, lunch, dinner)!
68) If you grew up in the early 90s, you recall the nation’s obsession with Mahabharata on TV
69) If u keenly watched Johnny Sokko and His Flying Robot on DD2 (there was a DD2 then)
70) And eagerly waited for the Saturdays to watch Rex Smith, the man n his machine on Street Hawk (that intro music was awesome)
71) If Byomkesh Bakshi was ur favourite detective serial n u waited with baited breath for Thursday 8PM (It was the first serial 2 cross the 30 min slot, it had a 45 min run)
72) And inspite of that u couldnt miss Tehkikaat, Tiger or KaramChand
73) Your parents always reminded you that Buniyaad still was the all-time best serial n directed by the Sholay director Ramesh Sippy
74) Kavita Choudhury was ur woman of substance and Udaan the best women-oriented show
75) Dekh Bhai Dekh and Movers n Shakers formed an integral part of your weekly routine
76) Playing Prince of Persia in those old DOS-mode-days seemed 2 be the most thrilling experience.
77) In the later 90s, you religiously followed Hip Hip Hooray on Zee. Maybe Just Mohabbat on Sony too
78) You eagerly awaited Friendship Day, so you could give friendship bands to all your friends, and get bands from them in return. Then, of course, those with the most bands loved to show them off .
79) Backstreet Boys’ “Quit Playing Games” was one of the first English songs that you LOVE!
80) This list made you smile.


It did indeed make me smile...I happened to score a 72 outta 80...
I SOO GREW UP IN INDIA IN THE 1990'S!!!

The Sudden Beauty

Amidst the hazy, glowing sheen,
You shall see what's always been,
The misty blue, the apple red,
The playful qualm of brownish dead.

How you saw not meadow hays,
snaking rivers, pebbly bays,
Never ago, did you wonder,
The blackish bandidas of hunger.

'You assent tears behind,
Are they what had been your kind?

They see not a heaving heart,
nor creases on your last-worn shirt,
They beckon no departeds,
hunting reasons those never existed.

The walls shall be repainted,
Vanish away will all tainted,
All that you did never pen,
Unheard they shall ever remain.


You shall miss not candid play,
Was such vital going away?

Walking the line with Guiltless Grewal

   

As The Higher Engineering Mathematics by B.S. Grewal(wow!!I am astounded at the fact that I have managed to learn by heart atleast the name of the book in almost three semesters, if not its contents :P) lies open on my lap without me glancing at it  even once in the past one and a half hour, as the film, ''Walk The Line" goes on in the background of this blogger update page, with the legendary Ring of Fire playing on in yet another background citing the orange-white striped road blockage sign, I am really getting into the feel of my yet another shapeless, spineless attempt at giving words to the colossal fervor of chemical stringing and unbinding going on inside the negligible amount of grey cells that I actually use.
Phew!!My English teacher would have "face-massacred" me right now if she would have spotted the number of words in the sentence above. She always put a word limit to my passages, essays and recently, my sentences. Technically trying to improve my hold on the subject, and inspite of all my due respects to her in that regard from the bottom of my heart, I found, and still find it morally unethical. Yes, not exactly technical I am when it comes to English (and even engineering, much to the remorse of my exam papers. That fateful day isn't very far when I would write the story of Pyaar Ka Punchnama in my Basic Electronics paper, making BIT more celebrated than Datta Meghe College which cited DDLJ!!).

Yes, Walk the Line it is.
As the film starts with the life of young Johnny Cash raised amidst meadows and farmlands, portraying his dad in a poor light over the future of his to-be-famous genius kid, Cash junior and then lengthens into the beginning of his career as a gospel-country-singer and performer, leaving behind his earlier career in air-force, I begin to notice the bias the film against his first wife Vivian Liberto. This bias can be justifiably understood as the co-producer of the film is the only son of the couple Johnny and June Carter Cash, who basically wanted to showcase the one-of-its kind love-story of his parents. Not denying the fact that the film is an excellent attempt to do the same and has done complete justice to its cause, I can't help feeling a tangible discomfort at the shrew image of Liberto that the film has cooked up. This somewhat scrupulously compelled me to sneak some peeks into the book by Vivian Liberto Distin, called "I Walked the Line: My Life with Johnny", which is her version of the life, lies and love she shared with the country-king. The major manifestation that this book has managed to achieve is the directly quoted, over "10,000 pages of love-letters" the young couple had shared when Cash was away in Germany, on a three-year tour as a US air-force employee.

 As that deserved not a brief, but a detailed towering over, I sat down(taking tips of course, as my teenage rushes away from me faster than ever before :) ) reading major chunks of it. The letters fastidiously evade the profuse negligence the film has illustrated within the character of Liberto, also defying the psychotic musing as a typical, non-loving and uninterested celebrity-housewife image shown. Vivian seemed to be as much irrevocably in love with Cash, as June Carter was, in the twilight of her life, if not more. True, June Carter was the impersonation of Cash's dream, but Viv was no less than the pioneer of the same. Vivian only blamed Johnny's new-found career when he fell a victim to extensive drug abuse, as a result of his unsuccessful attempts at drawing parallels between his flailing family life and the steep-rise of his music career. As the film almost follows a sine curve of impression for me because I incessantly flip between I walked the line and walk the line, failing to enjoy the essence of either of them.

I finally conclude and decide to return back to my Cursed Grewal with the cessation that I have executed to stumble across two unprecedented masterpieces canvassing both the sides of a Fiery ringed-coin===>Johnny Cash.