In 7-8 months I would have reached that phase of my career where I would have to take many important decisions which would determine the path that the rest of my life would take. I am 24- almost 25, have had a reasonably easy life. No big achievements, no clue whatsoever about the future; in short similar to the other 98% of 24-25 year olds around.

So what's the problem you say???

Well the big problem is that my "Antar-aatma" which was lying low the last 24-25 years has suddenly become active. Questions like "What will you be 5 years from now?", "Why don't I have a girlfriend?", "What have I achieved that is worthwhile in life?", "when will I ever grow up?" , "why don't I have any focus?" torch my brain like the awesome heat of Delhi.. The phenomena is heightened whenever I am alone.. I tried finding answers for some of them but I drew a blank everytime; u see, never thought about such things earlier.

As many of the great philosophers say, it is necessary to have answers to all such questions, but do we really have to?? Isn't life itself a great big journey of self-discovery, where one finds the answers with time. Is life all about planning and being organized? Though I admire the people who have planned out their future well in advance, shouldn't there be people like me to balance them, people who give meaning to the world clueless.. See now, all this thinking has made me blurt out all the mumbo-jumbo in this paragraph, I have no clue about..

Some distractions do occur which prevent me from too much thinking

-for e.g. exams in my college, I have lost count of them here
- blogging, to vomit out all the crap
- also a recent distraction; like Voldemort it can't be named, but I will keep u guys updated about it.
-occasional parties
- friends
- tasty junk food
- movies on my lappy

All the signs of a lazy, good for nothing creature..


Till Next Time

Sarath

P.s - The Blog Title is the name of a course in our college, obviously elaborated by me.

It's been a year now since I moved to the North of India.. of the many peculiarities exhibited by North Indians, the strangest is their un-explainable fascination with "Paneer"..

I used to like Paneer when I was in Gujarat. Used to eat it 2-3 times a month in restaurants. But all of it changed the moment I landed in Delhi.. Paneer is like a staple diet here.. U got to eat it atleast 5-6 times (oops sorry, make that as many times as possible) a week. The mess serves Paneer 3-4 times a week. The restaurants take it to an altogether new level. Here are some of the delicacies I ate in restaurants here,

1. Hakka Noodles - I ordered it expecting to eat some Chinese food. But the thing which I got was a bowl full of Paneer with some noodles and vegetables added to taste. When I asked the waiter whether it was the wrong order, pat came the reply "Yeh to standard Hakka Noodles hi hai, Pehchaana nahi kya sir?" Now i start wondering, in which part of China, were such Noodles a standard?

2. Masala Dosa - South Indians coming to Delhi, Gurgaon may be surprised to find the liberal dosages of Paneer that are sprinkled inside the Dosas..

There's this restaurant near my college.. It appears as if they have a Paneer factory and are using the restaurant as a means to dispose of whateve extra Paneer they have. I have eaten there many times, but am yet to find a dish which hasn't some Paneer in it. Chole Bhature with 2-3 cubes of Paneer, Mix vegetable has equal quantities of Paneer and vegetables, Fried rice should be renamed as Paneer rice. The day you don't get some Paneer in your dish, the chef would have been really hungry and he himself would have eaten the Paneer assigned for your dish

And the people here - Going to restaurants with North Indian friends, the first thing that comes to their mind for ordering "Ek Paneer Butter Masala to Hona hi chahiye!!!"

All this has really made me really terrified of Paneer. I keep having these dreams where even the famous Fish Curry from Kerala is being served to me with a generous sprinkling of Paneer.. Only God can save me from this Cullinary Depression.

Till Next Time

Sarath

Today I fell in love a thousand times, when I was roaming the streets of South Delhi..

You know that expression "go weak in the knees"??? Well my knees are pretty strong, but whenever I visit South Delhi or the University area in Delhi, it sometimes feels like I am in heaven.. repeated attacks to the knees, as they go weak every now n then on seeing a girl, with that all familiar sigh.. At times I feel, i would need a knee replacement surgery..

Don't get me wrong. I am not those starer or teaser types.. I appreciate beauty responsibly and respectfully.. But I have a slight weakness of crushes. If i start to list out the number of crushes I had since childhood, then the space allocated for this blog would be full and I would have to open a new account. Majority of them have been temporary ones only to be replaced by a new crush.. Only few make it to the elite Crush Club of lifelong Crushes..

No, no, don't get your hopes high.. I am not going to list out the Elite Club.. This is not some"India TV" or "Aaj Tak" which banks on sensationalism...

"SANSANNNNNNIIIII - Woh Akeli Ladki yeh nahi Jaanti thi ki woh Sarath ke Crush Club mai hai.. Kya woh is darinde ki kaatil iraado se bach paayegi?? Karte hai parda faash"

But the main issue here is that I never had the guts to talk to any of my crushes about it.. God knows if i had talked to some of them, i might have had a girlfriend now and would not have been making "Khayali Pulao" plans of making ASIN my girlfriend..

I got to end my post, before I start sounding more despo than Karunanidhi for a minister berth for his children n partymen...

Till Next Time

Sarath

SBU's definitive guide to "Songs to be played when you are punch drunk with your friends"

Note - Only for Hindi film music loving, romantically inclined drunkards.. The rest can take notes, might help you in the future..

• Majority of Atif Aslam Songs - "Woh Lamhe Woh Baate", "Tere Bin", "Pehli Nazar mai"... There is a kind of sorrow in his voice, which forces all those romantically jilted brethren to spill their beans.
  
• Some KK songs - "Pal rahe ya na rahe pal", etc.
• Emraan Hashmi songs - "tera mera rishta purana", "zindagi ne zindagi bhar gham diye".. even though he makes crap movies, his songs are awesome..
• 90s romantic songs - like from "Aashiqui", "Jo jeet wohi sikander" etc.. reminds one about one's college life.
• Those Pakistani Rock bands - some have those awesome songs which really set the mood or as they say in delhi "Feel la dete hai".
• Other Miscellaneous senti songs according to the mood of the drunkards..

There are some other conditions while playing the songs..

• The listeners have to be moderately to heavily drunk before starting the songs., otherwise they will appear as just normal songs.
• All should be encouraged to sing along, once again for "Feel Laane ke liye" ...
• Those eager to dance along should not be stopped, let them go with the flow..
• Proper environment, also called "MAHOUL" has to be set up before the festivities.. e.g. nice secluded place, 1-2 ppl who would stay sane until the end to take care of the rest.

Some of the prominent reactions to Alcohol

• Majority get senti n start remembering their lost loves and lost chances "Yaar usko pata liya hota to", "Woh Daga deke chali gayi dost", "Kya kamee thi mere mai???".. Have seen many cry afterwards
• Some start an introspection of their lives "Kya kiya maine life mai abhi tak?", "Kuch meaning hai mere astitva ka, bata Sarath",
• Some start discussing social and economic evils like they are the experts " Yeh society ka kya hoga", "India mai ladkiyo ki life sachmuch mai tough hai", "Recession ne maar ke rakhi hai"
• Some just keep quiet and stare into the empty space.
• Some let off their hidden anger and start picking up fights with anyone.
• Then There are the rest, who just can't control it and start doing anything under the sun.

The fun starts when you realise that one is talking about the amount of beer left in his bottle and the opposite person replies by lamenting the sorry state of women's education in India.!!
An awesome sight Indeed.


Till Next Time

Sarath

P.S - I got my tubelight repaired at last.

The Tubelight in my room's been blown off to heaven.. God rest it's soul.. The incident happened last night when it ended it's journey on this earth with a loud pop and a burning smell..

In its absence I have been leading a life pretty similar to what our ancestors used to lead; of course they didn't have the laptop and the fan working but still I am pretty much in the dark ages now, living by whatever little light that filters out of the adjacent rooms..

Now you would ask, why didn't I repair the damn thing or go to my friends' rooms.. ? I have kinda started liking the dark.. You know why???

1. One can't look at one's bulging tummy in the dark and so that's one less reason to be sad off.
2. One doesn't have to study anything; how can anyone expect me to
3. Horror movies look even more awesome when watched in the dark
4. It's simply awesome to play such games in the dark as "Where did I keep my Damn socks>", "Is that my cold cream or my toothpaste I am putting on my face?", "What did I step on just now, my clothes or a mouse>", "Where's the question mark key on the keyboard> "
5. It's in a strange way more peaceful and calm for the mind.. The tubelight sometimes fills your already cluttered mind with irrelevant thoughts.. it's more easier to think in the dark.

Just pray that the hostel authorities take 1-2 more days to replace the bulb.

N one more thing; it's hot like hell in Delhi. It seems like when God created Delhi he said to the people, " Here you go guys, a place where there is almost no rain, where the cold freezes your bones and the heat then bakes them. Go enjoy yourself"

Till Next Time

Sarath

For the small number of people who read my Blog occasionally, sorry for the long absence.. Have been quite busy the last 15-20 days and was kinda addicted to movies in the spare time. But I have come out of that and am ready to write something truly beautiful, romantic, meaningful and breath taking.. Sorry Strike that out, as usual I will only write crappy, meaningless and uninspiring stuff.

For that matter, I have decided to ban such words as beautiful, inspiring etc from the comment box also.. People who comment with such words haven't really read my blog.

Have been receivin some strange friend requests lately on Orkut. One sample

Name "/-\$@()$%^3"

"Hi, I am cool, sexy and liking friends. Want to have frandships with me?"

I was like, why not?? Seems like a nice guy, whatever his name is.. He seems to be a member of all the cool clubs, "Roadies fans", "Dil Mill Gaye fans", "Cool Guys n Gals". His profile pic is also too cool, though it seems somewhat similar to a model I have seen in an ad.. His about me intro is full of ####**** designs.. Even his testimonials have large flowers.. Obviously he has no problems with making and liking fraandships...What more does one want in an online friend??? Guys n Gals pls advise. Can u find one flaw in him??


Saw the Episode of How I met your Mother, where the main character writes down a list of things which he is too old to do.. Thought of writing one list for myself too..

• Sit on the petrol tank of the bike with my father riding it.. gosh I miss those rides..
• Jump on those Inflatable Castles they put in Amusement parks. I really used to enjoy them. They don't allow anyone above 10.
• While on a train journey alone, if a eunuch comes asking for money, I would silently point to the old gentleman sitting nearby suggesting that I was with him and they would instead start pestering him for more money. Nowadays, as I have a slightly more mature look, they don't fall for those tricks anymore..
• Sleep with no other worry than how to spend the next day at school
• Not think about the complexities of relationships

and many other things...

Couldn't vote this time too... It's my bad luck that I am always out of station when there are elections.. I even have a voter's ID, with the name Sertha Babu.. That's the main problem in Gujarat; for South Indians, by the time they translate your name from Gujarati to English, it finally appears to be a Latin Name..

And it seems I am popular with Air Hostessess. It was the second flight of my life with Indigo Air, and the first question I get from the Hostess while entering is, " Sir, didn't you come six months ago by this flight???" For God's sake, this was the first time that a girl actually remembered me, while I couldn't recall seeing her.. and I couldn't even talk to her properly, the baldy behind me kept pushing me forward into the plane....
SBU says "Yeh Apna dil to aawaara, najaane kyu harek ladki pe aata hai"..

Breaking News --

The Content of SBU's blog has somehow angered many Bollywood actors.. Here they are, showing their displeasure to SBU in a press conference held recently.




"Even the grand family of Bollywood does not refrain from showing the finger. When asked why she was laughing while posing, Jaya replied that SBU was so crap that she could help laughing at his fate"

Efforts are being made to find out what provoked this outrage..

Till then

Sarath

This poem is written by one of my college friends.. He wrote it during his engineering days n it got published in some magazine too. Too good.
Non-technical people, don't fret, you will get the basic gist of the poem, still.

Aur Ek Kal (Oracle)

Kabhse boot kiye baithaa hoon,

PC apne pyaar ka.

Kaise type karoon main lekin,

Password izhaar ka.

Dil ki chaaron drives pe maine,

Jaana tujhko search kiya.

Yahoo, Yahoo, Google, Google,

Kitna paisa kharch kiya.

Tere chehre pe gussey ka,

Screensaver jab aata hai.

Mere chehre ka display tab,

Greyscale ho jaata hai.

Jinke links ab toot chuke hain,(Ex-Boyfriends)

Shortcuts woh wipe karo.

Apne dil ki Init.ora mein,

Mera address type karo.

Aakar dekho toh mujhko,

Main SQL prompt pe rehta hoon.

Tere login ki chaah mein kitne,

Scott/Tiger sehtaa hoon.

Chaahat hai tere pyaar ki site,

Raat-din main hack karoon.

Pathar-dil Daddy ka tere,

Software bhi crack karoon.

Budha(Daddy) agar jo maan gaya toh,

Hum connect ho jaayenge.

STG key server ke,

Phere phir saat lagaayenge.

Ginti ke bache hain baaki,

Mere jeewan ke yah pal,

Tu joh aakar pyaar se chhoo le,

Mil jaayega AUR EK KAL.

Till Next Time

Sarath

you know those flyers which normally come with the morning paper; most of them we just throw away without giving a look.. Well, today I was going to do a similar thing to this gem of an advertisement.. Thank God, it came into my notice...

It seems from the ad that Baba Sidh Guru Ji is one of the foremost authorities on a range of human problems and he has no parallel in Delhi region.. and the fees is minimal too.. Isn't it a cracker of an offer..

Click on the image to study the AD in detail.. You don't want to miss this one..

Till Next Time

Sarath

Time - 5.30 PM
Location - Sarath's room
Scenario - I am about to finish the sixth episode of Star Wars, thus ending my Star Wars Viewing Marathon, when I am hit with a sudden realisation..
Is this all that I can do with my life?? Will watching movies and attending classes get me to my ultimate aim, whatever that is?? It was like a hailstorm of self-introspective questions.. I couldn't face them...
When in such a situation, I often go out alone without any fixed destination, to think over things.. I got ready to go out and mull over my thoughts..

Time - 1.00 AM
Location - sarath's room again, where else??
Scenario -

1. A round of Asterix & Obelix comics at Landmark Bookstore
2. A Chicken Zinger burger at KFC
3. Ethnic Kurta at Bigbazaar - (amazing discount)!! , helped subside the Introspection bout mostly as usual.. Though this time it proved to be a little costly..

I am at my usual place again, in front of the computer; and I feel a slow "Introspection bout" creeping in again.. now where do I go at this time of the night?? Will sleep it over maybe..

Till Next Time

Sarath

P.S. - This sort of attitude may appear to be escapist to many, and if you feel so do tell.. I will mull over it in solitude with a burger or a novel or something....

B - " Honey, Mai kal poore din tumhe hi yaad kar raha tha"
G - "Chal Jhoothe, kal raat ko to aisa kuch kaha nahi tumne"
B - "Par phone se meri feelings ko to mehsus kiya hoga tune"
G - giggles... "Mummy aa rahi hai, baad mai phone karna"
B - " I will miss you"
G - " Tum bhi na, bade badmaash ho"

Yes, you might have guessed it.. This is the typical phone-versation of a newly in love couple.

This has always been a mystery, for us so called eternally single guys.. How can two people talk for hours together each day of the week... In God's name how?? Don't they run out of things to talk??

Have seen many such love stuck couples in my college life.. If it is the parents or any relatives calling, the guy will have a straight face, not talk for more than 5-6 minutes and will be within watching distance.. If it is the gf, the front 7-8 teeth will be constantly visible, he will talk as if he owns the telephone company, all of a sudden his repository of world class jokes increases and will even talk in a garbage dump to get "Privacy"..

One could easily see such wandering souls on the terrace, on the far side of the campus and roaming on the roads... A factor which encouraged these things even further was the Reliance Handset... A thing of such rare beauty, that I would not even consider buying it in my dreams; it is the modern version of the "Kabootar ja ja ja" from Maine Pyaar Kiya... Just recharge for the offer once a month and then forget about it.. Long live Dhirubhai Ambani, he will forever be remembered by the love birds of this country..

Some of us single guys in the college would speculate about what the couples would talk... there was this guy who would talk on the phone with his darling even in the loo..

Following is one of our speculations, about the phone-versation going on.. ( Reader discretion advised)

B - " Ha honey, maine loo ka darwaaza band kar diya hai.. Aaj mai left waale loo mai baitha hu"
G - "Tumhaari bhi roz nayi cheeze try karne ki aadat hai"
B - "Honey, kal maine dinner mai kele zyaada kha liye the na, to lagta hai zyaada time lagega loo mai.. honey yeh suno - ( puts the phone near to the fart that comes out)
G - "Nahi Honey, tumhaare last indigestion ke time is se bhi zyaada bhayaanak aawaaz aayi thi, kuch nahi hoga fikar mat karo"
B - " Honey tum nahi hoti to mera kya hota, "

Can't write the rest of the script - too graphic in nature.. not for the faint-hearted

If you ask any of the Love birds as to what they talk about, even they don't know..

As for me, after college, I seem to have been suffering from the "Aur batao" syndrome on the phone..

When talking with an old college friend ( esp. a girl ), the first 1-2 minutes would be fine..
"kaisi hai, gharwaale kaise hai, kaam kaisa chal raha hai " types question..

After that, when we run out of the usual questions, then the syndrome starts

"Aur batao" ??
"kuch nahi, life kat rahi hai, kaam ne pareshaan kar diya hai, aur tum?"
"Same here"
"Ok"
...
..
" Aur batao"??
..
..

This goes on for about 1-2 minutes and the conversation ends. I can't think of anything to talk really....

I am beginning to worry... have I lost the will to talk on the phone?? In the rare chance that I get a girlfriend, will I be able to match up to the standards of non stop talking on the phone, set by so many of my predecessors.. O god give me strength....

Till Next Time

Sarath