Went to the court today.
Interesting experience.
All about how to fool the sytem.
a criminal in front of me got bail vey easily pleading insanisty.
Wonderful country we live in.
Perfect world
Friday, February 17, 2012
Sweet jesus, mother mary, Joseph, and his technicolor coat! i cleared the cat!!!
That aint a real score. A real score is 99.91....
I got 96.** That is next to nothing in this country.. No point wanting for more. If someone doesnt like you, he doesn't like you.
Moving on, i have gone through tremendous downs in the last 4 weeks. I know what you are thinking. Where are the ups? Well, that is precisely my question. Where the hell are my ups?/
To begin with, i gave 6 management entrance exams and missed the cutoff EACH TIME by about 0.5-1.5 marks! i mean ,you gotta be kidding me. What in the name of humans are you doing to me, GOd? Is it my destiny to strae at the menu card and see the dish, yet have it taken away from me at the very last moment?
Is it true then, dear lord? That you can't always get what you want?
Now now, i know what you might be thinking, i am not grumbling or losing my hope. If you dont have a good score, you dont have a good score. Banging your head against the walll and eating excess junk food at home aint gonna help. Last of all, it aint gonna help that you are not preparing for your exixting career prospects.
damn, all this excitement made me forget about my book.
That aint a real score. A real score is 99.91....
I got 96.** That is next to nothing in this country.. No point wanting for more. If someone doesnt like you, he doesn't like you.
Moving on, i have gone through tremendous downs in the last 4 weeks. I know what you are thinking. Where are the ups? Well, that is precisely my question. Where the hell are my ups?/
To begin with, i gave 6 management entrance exams and missed the cutoff EACH TIME by about 0.5-1.5 marks! i mean ,you gotta be kidding me. What in the name of humans are you doing to me, GOd? Is it my destiny to strae at the menu card and see the dish, yet have it taken away from me at the very last moment?
Is it true then, dear lord? That you can't always get what you want?
Now now, i know what you might be thinking, i am not grumbling or losing my hope. If you dont have a good score, you dont have a good score. Banging your head against the walll and eating excess junk food at home aint gonna help. Last of all, it aint gonna help that you are not preparing for your exixting career prospects.
damn, all this excitement made me forget about my book.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Missing beats
so soft thy brows,
i wish to feel,
so kind your eyes,
that witness me
so soon you shall be gone tonight,
so far you shall be , from my sight.
O the pain that i feel today, o the anguish of knowing all,
O the thoughts that push me so, like lusting heat in a snowing fall.
This pain came when i knew that you shall go,
this pain is here with me to stay,
that it would happen is what i know,
That it doesnt is what i pray.
i wish to feel,
so kind your eyes,
that witness me
so soon you shall be gone tonight,
so far you shall be , from my sight.
O the pain that i feel today, o the anguish of knowing all,
O the thoughts that push me so, like lusting heat in a snowing fall.
This pain came when i knew that you shall go,
this pain is here with me to stay,
that it would happen is what i know,
That it doesnt is what i pray.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
The prodigal pun returns!
Another bubble of sarcasm in my stomach, the birth of another little parasite of irony, eating at my brainstem to comment, the prodigal pun returns to me. And with what vigour! True, we do not contemplate ever getting back our heirloom, and yes i do consider my pun as my heirloom, but i did get it back! In the past two days i have learnt to respect sarcasm. It, like any other strength and quality, has its own place. In some places, it can deadly in some cases futile.
Monday, October 3, 2011
A famous statistician once stated that an accident of the scale of a massacre or national disaster does not occur due to singular mistake made by a single person.. It is usually a series of events occurring in sync with each other, one chain of events leading to another eventually causing the card castle to come crashing down.
A similar event seemed to have occurred in my life, a series of events working in sync bringing my humongous self image crashing down to reality. I guess like most stories these days, my story starts with..
As i logged in to face book the other day, i remembered a song i had heard many many days ago, We shall overcome by Joan Baez. I remembered how touching and soothing it was at that time and hence posted it. The next 48 hours i was online waiting for someone, anyone to comment, to even at least like the page... After the first 48 hours, i realized something is terribly wrong. No post of mine could ever go so long without some form of reception. Eventually i figured, or i thought i figured, that perhaps people do not relate something so beautiful and soul touching with me. I figured, hey, people act on stimulus, the right trigger causes the correct reaction.
I immediately reposted a trademark sarcastic quote, a painful and critical take on some category of people in this sad sad world. Lo and behold, no reception again!
I spent another 48 hours being online constantly wondering when they would comment, but to no avail. I realized, after 46 hours there was something terribly wrong with the e-society! People have liked far less funny comments and even applauded much more cruel posts. why then the sudden apathy that i face from my own 'hood?
I realized, there was something wrong, not with everyone around me ,but with me instead. Who waits for a comment against a post?Why must someone be bothered by other people? What is wrong with me?
The worst parts of life are not exactly the most physically challenging ones, the mind and body are two seperate entities for a very good reason, so that we may block immense amounts of pain without succmbing to it. In fact, physical torture is theoretically much much more easier to tolerate than mental agony. How far does a man endure the feeling of loneliness, of sadness, of jealousy, of suffering, of hunger, of stigma, of inferiority?
How much is the endurance level? We know our limbs can take no more as the bone snaps in protest. But how will the mind let us know that it can take no more? What means has God devised to let me know i am full? There are those who cannot help eating. There are those who cannot even contemplate it. Both are killing themselves ,slowly, carefully, methodically. How can have god allowed such cruel a hardship on his children? How do we know that we are not mentally well? The limb may ache in protest, but our mind simply pumps thoughts on and on into the plumbing system of our conscience, making us wonder and doubt the whole society at large, but not ourselves, never ourselves. Of course not, we can never be wrong. The only way for man to know that he is not well is by asking someone else. And there lies the fundamental problem with mental ability analysis, the trust factor.
Today, perhaps the last domino fell. A hitherto unknown person got under my skin and mentioned my deepset fear, anonymity. The fact that i could let such a little thing get to me made me realize there is something deeply wrong with me.
A similar event seemed to have occurred in my life, a series of events working in sync bringing my humongous self image crashing down to reality. I guess like most stories these days, my story starts with..
As i logged in to face book the other day, i remembered a song i had heard many many days ago, We shall overcome by Joan Baez. I remembered how touching and soothing it was at that time and hence posted it. The next 48 hours i was online waiting for someone, anyone to comment, to even at least like the page... After the first 48 hours, i realized something is terribly wrong. No post of mine could ever go so long without some form of reception. Eventually i figured, or i thought i figured, that perhaps people do not relate something so beautiful and soul touching with me. I figured, hey, people act on stimulus, the right trigger causes the correct reaction.
I immediately reposted a trademark sarcastic quote, a painful and critical take on some category of people in this sad sad world. Lo and behold, no reception again!
I spent another 48 hours being online constantly wondering when they would comment, but to no avail. I realized, after 46 hours there was something terribly wrong with the e-society! People have liked far less funny comments and even applauded much more cruel posts. why then the sudden apathy that i face from my own 'hood?
I realized, there was something wrong, not with everyone around me ,but with me instead. Who waits for a comment against a post?Why must someone be bothered by other people? What is wrong with me?
The worst parts of life are not exactly the most physically challenging ones, the mind and body are two seperate entities for a very good reason, so that we may block immense amounts of pain without succmbing to it. In fact, physical torture is theoretically much much more easier to tolerate than mental agony. How far does a man endure the feeling of loneliness, of sadness, of jealousy, of suffering, of hunger, of stigma, of inferiority?
How much is the endurance level? We know our limbs can take no more as the bone snaps in protest. But how will the mind let us know that it can take no more? What means has God devised to let me know i am full? There are those who cannot help eating. There are those who cannot even contemplate it. Both are killing themselves ,slowly, carefully, methodically. How can have god allowed such cruel a hardship on his children? How do we know that we are not mentally well? The limb may ache in protest, but our mind simply pumps thoughts on and on into the plumbing system of our conscience, making us wonder and doubt the whole society at large, but not ourselves, never ourselves. Of course not, we can never be wrong. The only way for man to know that he is not well is by asking someone else. And there lies the fundamental problem with mental ability analysis, the trust factor.
Today, perhaps the last domino fell. A hitherto unknown person got under my skin and mentioned my deepset fear, anonymity. The fact that i could let such a little thing get to me made me realize there is something deeply wrong with me.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Inspired....
Finally secured my feet on one job.All that remains is thati need to stnd up on this job and make way for my future. Some people are destined to be kites..they fly forever against the wind, against the grain, against their natural tendency. But boy..Do they fly. This post of mine is dedicated to somraj Maity, my student who made it To UK after surpassing Odds incalculable and insurmountable to me. It is in these times that our faith gets renewed and we realize fulfilling dreams is not about waking up. It is also about losing your sleep.
He isnspires me to go that extra mile to put that extra effort and see what happens. It is not that we want success, it is just that we are curious to see what happens when we still go on to that edge, that precipice from where returning is impossible. The whole world merely sees the cliff from afar and tell is it is too hard, too high, too difficult, too impossible. Success is not about statistics and probability. It is about believing that you can do it and doing it.
Let me see what happens if i jump. Call me suicidal, call me mad, call me the kind of person who cannot stop his curiosity, but do not try to stop me. Wont do much good!
it
He isnspires me to go that extra mile to put that extra effort and see what happens. It is not that we want success, it is just that we are curious to see what happens when we still go on to that edge, that precipice from where returning is impossible. The whole world merely sees the cliff from afar and tell is it is too hard, too high, too difficult, too impossible. Success is not about statistics and probability. It is about believing that you can do it and doing it.
Let me see what happens if i jump. Call me suicidal, call me mad, call me the kind of person who cannot stop his curiosity, but do not try to stop me. Wont do much good!
it
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
forget Evolution and creationism, Tomorrow got an Aptitude test for a helluva n awesum company..Hope to nail the Test! Hmmm. quick thought on the night before, because i don't think i would be ale to blog at all tomorrow morn, i am not as tense about the English, as i am about the essay.. i mean they can give absolutely anything to me! hmm. Will meet it like any other engineer, with creativity up my sleeves!
Sunday, September 4, 2011
How to disprove a miracle
There was this debate i was reading about, the old fight between creationists and rational people. The former believe that evolution cannot be true, as creation was an act of God,a pure miracle rather than a series of explainable incidents occurring one after the other with a scientific explaination for each of them. Where biologists can provide actual physical evidences of the proofs of evolution, creationists simply quote sacriptures or provide that infallible logic that YOU CANNOT DISPROVE A MIRACLE.
Itis this precise form of reason thati wish to discuss, the dilemma of proving the absence or rather disproving the supposition of presence. Now it is considerably easy to do this in more technical matters. Simplest being to prove whether a room has air in it. If a candle burns, it has air, if not it doesnt have air. Science , thus rarely comes across this dilemma. No, where this dilemma actually finds ground is in Sociology and Philosophy. More on it tomorrow!
Itis this precise form of reason thati wish to discuss, the dilemma of proving the absence or rather disproving the supposition of presence. Now it is considerably easy to do this in more technical matters. Simplest being to prove whether a room has air in it. If a candle burns, it has air, if not it doesnt have air. Science , thus rarely comes across this dilemma. No, where this dilemma actually finds ground is in Sociology and Philosophy. More on it tomorrow!
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