harsh in kinesphere

At a first glance he’s just a normal individual- simply boring. But he is just like everyone else, only less weird probably coz no one snorts as loud as him while laughing. He is on his way home, heading to the bus stop at Borivali station and suddenly he is caught unawares by this guy who’s selling what looks like an electric racquet.

Being abnormally patient he is, he listening to what the hawker has to say and show but in his mind he has already bought the contraption. He clutches it as he is thinking about the cheapest source of entertainment he’s bought himself, he just can’t help but smile while the overcrowded bus strains itself as it makes its way along its route.

Weeks have gone by. And almost everyone can hear the zapping from flat no.302. This is the place where the humble, docile looking guy is transformed into a monster by medieval standards. His alter ego takes over the moment he sees a mosquito, going for the electric swatter like a rajput going for his sword. Don’t know why but he feels happy when he sees the mosquitoes being burnt alive, 2000V being delivered through their bodies.

He’s definitely lost himself to the dark side; he can’t help the compulsion to ‘patrol’ his house in search of new prey……….

………..And somewhere far far away a conspiracy theorist is going through his work. He never trusted the government, ‘these swatters are illegal ‘he says to himself, as he reads a report about people becoming sadists after their obsession to see insects being zapped by the swatters took a whole new meaning.

Animal rights? ……eh??

India with its ever growing billions is probably the last place on earth for animal rights activism coz traveling in a local train is a possible human rights violation by global standards. But thanks to honorable Mrs. Maneka Gandhi, who opposes any government’s decision for dealing with stray dogs is what Peta and Animal rights has been reduced to.

When anyone is asked if they love animals, majority of the times “yes I love animals and I make it a point to feed strays whenever I can” is the reply. Enter 21^st century India, with its ‘instant’ lifestyle where an Instant good deed is the newest fad. They are practically everywhere, one stays in my building and generously gathers about 15 strays from the locality and feeds them every single day ( one may wonder why he is still single, now that’s a tough one)

Its just one of those days when u can think of million places where you can be, that day of the week, which in the history of most boring days is at the top of the list(as yet). The entire space surrounding you is supersaturated with boredom. The entire batch is dead ( atleast they wish they were) resembling the zombies from resident evil movies, even the teacher’s pets who appeared to be interested have thrown in the towel and stopped asking stupid questions.

There is an eerie silence in the room (except for the humming of the air conditioners who make it the best place to catch the zzzs) , which normally any professors would long for, broken by the professors occasional infuriating comment like, “It doesn’t require this much time” and everybody in the lab divert their blank gazes away from the computer screens, looking at the son of Satan (S.O.S) for the blasphemy. As even the he knows that nothing worthwhile can be acquired from the bunch at this time of the day. At his table he is secretly looking at the watch himself, wishing the hands could turn a bit faster. Its days like these that make him regret his decision of taking up lecturing as a profession.

Not knowing what to do and not having any interest to do anything brings us to this situation. Top it up with the professor who is delivering nothing but lullabies, despite of his apparent attempts to do his best. Forget talking during the practicals, even looking at your friends computer screen unleashes the wrath of the S.O.S accompanied with taunts like- “how did u ever get in BE?? This was already done in the lower semesters” and you just sit there, so desperate that you will even try jumping out of the lab window just to get the hell out. You are mindlessly exploring the network, not because you are searching something, but you can’t bear to do what he says anymore. You come across a folder titled ‘flash’, opening it is just a reflex. Suddenly you are happy.. You must be smiling; an entire folder of flash games seems like a sign. The guy upstairs is watching and can’t bear to see you like this. Time just flies away.

The bell rings, the entire batch has been given the kiss of life, its over.

Everyone is rushing for their bags. Wanting to escape from the torture chamber, everybody is in a hurry. Just as everyone is making their way out, he calmly says “we will continue next time” , there is nothing you can do, you just remember the computer you were at.

Yes, we all know that orkut is probably the biggest thing that happened to youngsters in India since… I don’t know….. porn!!!! But this craze has given rise to peculiar problem of its own. I don’t know why people are sooo excited and enthusiastic about adorning their profiles with freaky one liners like ‘U may rock, but I always rule!’ and ‘Friendship is my life’ (aaargh) may be it’s the realization of being totally inhibited and getting away with it.. what’s more annoying is that these people have a separate grammar and spellings, customized to suit their needs.

I genuinely have to sit back and think for a minute or two when some guy writes ‘Yo maan ,… wazzap??’, apart from the confusion of why that person is reenacting the newest Mortein commercial online and ‘is this the same guy I know from somewhere’ I try to be as normal as possible while replying to such scraps while the part of me is screaming to just cut the crap out!!!! What’s even more surprising is that the same guy would probably say “ I am a Cancerian’ when asked if he was a virgin.

The internet is like that, it is an arena for not being inhibited and showing off how ‘cool’ u really are, it’s a place where people brag about themselves or try to be the next Soparrkar . but the least those guys can do not listen to the voices in their head while typing and have mercy.