harsh in kinesphere

Correction, 10 Dalits died.
Now that’s something really different and it's a worst case scenario. Now the media’s in a frenzy, the government wakes up from its slumber, everything just starts to ‘click’.

What if the victims didn't have names?

Look around you, each individual carries a gaping void within yet can rejoice when our cricket team wins against Bangladesh/Kenya/U.A.E. Everybody is a center of their own universe and yet a death counts don’t matter. Things of utmost importance to the students hardly matter for the ones in charge.

Hindi songs being quoted during the parliament sessions, full time politicians aspiring to be stand up comedians, part time ‘actors’ /*I am guilty of labeling the GREAT Govinda */ being part time politicians and pseudo intellectual Bollywood directors giving their opinions on every damn thing. Crores being spent for protection of a convicted terrorist, but its not enough.

Apparently a medical student rightfully protesting against reservations is intolerable while minorities setting cars and buses ablaze for reservation is righteous. Thanks to some demented people saying “she’s a bomb” isn’t an expression anymore, it’s a possibility.

It’s just a matter of days when a bomb gets reported and the siren blaring police vehicles scat in the opposite direction. This isn’t a dance of democracy, it’s a striptease.

Muhahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!! Thank you yahoo messenger for teaching me this expression, as I don’t care anymore.

We finally visited school. Though there were only 8 of us, our teachers were delighted to see us after what seemed like ages. Happiness cannot be measured, but their faces gave a slight hint. They asked us what our plans were and what we’ve been doing. As we stood there silently for the national anthem, it seemed too familiar and too distant…….enough of that, being in a notorious batch has its advantages, one being teachers don’t tend to forget you easily. So they could atleast remember our last names, and that’s creditable.

Thanks to the internet and Orkut, most of us are in touch. Though a daily ‘hi’ is an impossibility, we are well informed about what everyone is upto. Surprisingly, our batch has engineers, doctors, veterinarians, chartered accountants, air hostesses, receptionists, chefs, animators, sailors, interpreters, dentists, businessmen and even bartenders who are tall , thin, stout, fat, skinny, muscular, baby faced, cute, chubby, filthy rich or just filthy, you name it and we’ve got it.

School life wasn’t cake walk, like my handwriting was always subject to blunt criticism. So what if my handwriting is ummmmm… hideous for some, it’s not like I didn’t try to improve. Well, WHO’S LAUGHING/ TYPING NOW?? Bullied. Admired. Mocked. All that before 15! Anyways, what’s done is done. There are many things that I still don’t understand doing, for example writing the pledge in 3 different languages for value education class or those remarks that decorated my calendar for not doing homework /* as they hardly mattered*/, but then i am glad that i did.

It’s the individuals I met in school that make school life so special. Many of the most interesting, beautiful, deceptive, funny, brilliant, whimsical people I know are from school. And even if someone wasn’t in your ‘group’ the same school connection supersedes everything. I am looking forward to having an ‘official’ school reunion in the coming years.

Laughing makes you tired and other people paranoid, so now I’ll stop laughing.

Has anybody observed how all the fairy tales end with ‘… and they lived happily ever after’? Surprisingly this line (with all its cliché) does find its way into our normal lives. As a student, this line is thrown at as a last resort to make you do what you have to. Think of it as a ‘Bramaastra’. I distinctly remember my school math and science teachers convincing my peers (who were least interested in these subjects-> thereby taking arts, home science etc) with white lies like ‘it’s the last time you’ll encounter math and science so it’s best if you have pleasant memories about them.’
Through incessant lecturing about the seriousness of the board exam, teachers/ parents would often cite examples of students (distant cousins or neighborhood chaps) who scored and made it to their dream colleges. These role models would be projected on the other side, living the good life and like those TV marketing commercials they would end it with, “..all this only if you….” Back to square one. This would go on and on day after day, everyday. These exams bring out the best and worst in parents, just when you thought that your pops couldn’t hurt a fly, during your 10th and 12th he’ll be possessed by Hitler.
Some parents have a professional approach. ‘Do this and you will get that laptop you’ve been eyeing at Croma’.
No matter what you do, there will be a new challenge and another ‘happily ever after’ behind it. At times I wish they’d stop but then, what would be the teenager’s expression (who’s been working his ass off for an exam and doesn’t want to even look at books for sometime) when his parents say, “its not the end, there is graduation, post-graduation a good job…..!” .Parents and teachers are like that, and there is no greater joy than seeing satisfaction in their eyes after you achieve. We need to stop perusing our happily ever after, accept that there is no such thing and stop complaining.

Feeling deeply exploited after watching the promos of Love Story 2050 with its cheesy music and cheesier choreography, I had a dream where, believe it or not, I traveled into the future. These are some of the things that I observed.

- Bobby darling is very popular /*that explains Priyanka Chopra’s hairdo!*/

- Genetic manipulation is legally allowed and widely practiced /*that explains why Harman Baweja looks like a cross between Hritik Roshan and Emraan Hashmi*/

- Half of the world’s been invaded by America for oil reserves, even Alaska wasn’t spared!

- With the ongoing oil crisis, the US army’s Hummers have been abandoned for mountain terrain bikes- with gears!

- GM, Chevrolet and Ford have abandoned automobile manufacturing and are making profits by using their SUVs as landfills.

- The HRD ministry implemented 97% quota for all admissions, more reservations will be introduced.

- Bangalore royal challengers suck! /*its been 42 years now*/

- SRK admits to being bi /* he’s half-way out of the closet */

- California legalized man and machine marriages/unions

- Madonna launched her 38th album titled ‘Undead’ /*can’t figure out why??! */

- Rakhi Sawant got rejected for remake of teletubbies, 6 TIMES!

- Mahesh Bhatt mass produces remakes OF HIS FILMS.

- Mumbai University still screws up futures.

- Yash Raj banner have finally stopped making films starring Uday Chopra.

- Ellen Degeneres stopped giving gifts; now she throws money at your face.

- Aishwarya Rai is as mesmerizing as she was 50 years ago.

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.