That STRANGER!!

Three and a half years back when we joined this college called SRM university, everyone was a neophyte,we were all stranger to each other.. then we spoke and fell into groups and gangs.. then we had loadz of frenz ,mutual friends ,seniors, juniors..that we almost knew everyone of our depatment by their names( atleast the popular ones)…like we recognize them as good dancers, toppers, freaks ,geeks buggers etc etc…
What about those ppl whom we could never know by their name, have no mutual friends .. but they share some special moments which is difficult to forget..CONFUSED??
Ok for example… the stranger who smiled at you and went inside the mba block … and a second n third and numerous meeting in biotech canteen, corridors ,some lab..and a specific in front of 501 classroom..you develop some feeling which need a higher degree of understandin’ ..somehow this eyes and smile chemistry changes a bit of your emotional equation ..you realize there is some bond between you and the stranger.. meetin him again and again at different places makes you feel as if you know him perfectly as a person… but what you only know is : this stranger has a perfect smile..people interpret their own way..crush ,infatuation ,lust..etc etc… excuse moi ..doesn’t smile and eyes define love!! ..what eva I’m not categorizing it as love..or any of the stuff that ppl think …its just some weird feelin’…
Anyways … well this stranger even makes you smile back at him to make the bond a bit more stronger… when you do not see him for days ,months ..you start missin him ( symptoms of love as they say)…
Then one fine day you find a entirely different set of ppl infront of that 501 classroom… and so how the next moment you know that you are not goin to meet him again…the whole definition of stranger changes.. you search him in networkin’ sites..facebook, orkut… but haiz ,we never knew their name… yet we wish a destiny to meet him somewhere in our later part of life….
Moral – approach someone.. remember few years back your friends were strangers too!!!

THE BOOK AND NOT ITS COVER!!

There was this lady I met in train while I was going to Bhubaneswar with a friend … as soon as this lady board the train, everybody noticed her.. several reasons.. she was hyper active, wearin’ a saree < some hundred rupees cotton discount handloom saree and with a unusual loud high pitched voice …every one lauged their heart out..esp the bengali couple right next to my seat.. this lady had no reservation ..as it was five in the evenin’ n I was not sleepin’ …the lady asked me if I can take my luggage out from the upper berth so that she can sleep for an hour or two as she will get down at Bhubaneswar ( my station too)… everybody giggled .. the begali couple giggled the most… the lady again asked me a favor to give her some water to drink.. I gave her water n a smile… the Bengali man commented “ what else could we do for you mam??”..the lady gave him a stary look ,climbed up to the upper berth n slept… the Bengali couple went on n on commentin’ “ oh ma no reservation .. relaxin happily ,waste ,dirty women n blah blah bakwass “
Seriously , this couple was irritatin from the start and bullyin’ this lady ( which was none of their business ,c’mon she didn’t even bother them ) added on to ma nerves ..above all boss ,I do know Bengali!!!damn Irritatin’ !!! I turned to my friend and with an insulting voice I said(in English) “ why can’t ppl just mind their own stuff..and some ppl do not know how to behave esp with a lady!!! Such kick a** ppl suck!! And they think their humor works!! Oh well fu*k off then it will only works with your humorless wife…!!”
So this is it!! They prolly understood . a long quite silence ( afta sucha long time!! )…GOOD
sometimes like poison kills poison..comments kill comments…I don’t feel bad.. elder should mend their ways too ( speaking ,commentin’ esp the way of thinking ).. the lady woke up ,came down, asked me the newspaper I was readin’ .. I gave her newspaper ,a smile and “I fought for you and I own” look..she smiled back.. oh my!! this lady was talkative.. but was talkin’ knowledge.. her india tour and half of the countries in the world, her iitian daughter.. and above all she was a doctor by profession… I was just listenin’ the Bengali couple stated giggling again.. this time they laughed at me too for listenin’ to this lady..i don’t know why ppl got this wave of disbelief that tis lady spoke nonsense… ah finally it was bbsr station , we got down… “bbyes” n went on…
Outside the station while I was negotiatin’ with an auto driver..a mercedes stopped just next to me… the door opened .. this was this lady who pulled my luggage inside n offered me a ride home… I agreed ( who want to miss a Mercedes ride) ..then there was just two things in my mind…
“ simplicity personified “ ..simple livin’ n high thinkin’ is what we call success…judge the person and not the looks..
Second thougt “ the Bengali couple sucked..losers!! hah!!”*hates*

PS: i could have seen someone after a year... but missed his call *sobs*

THE DIVINE COMEDY!!

I’waitin’ ... it took me really long time to juxtapose between the two events and compare them.. mornin’ was normal...n now m here... my right leg hurts ,i think multiple fracture... my eyes are almost sproutin out with sticky dried blood stains..and there is a disbalance of  speakin  ,hearing and reacting..yes a brain damage perhaps... i could pass through all the objects like i do not exist.. well all this stuff proved ..I’M DEAD..

I fell down the spiral stairs of my block.. rolling down, i hit my head several times..i never had a clairvoyant warning earlier ( or what they call a death call)...i never got the chance to  make my bucket list before dying...

After a long wait someone with a unicorn like helmetman came near me n said “he wants to meet you”..

“who” i asked *oh f*** my jaws  hurts too*

The helmet man gave me a lacklusture smile..came very near n said “ YAMRAJ”...oh so this is it... i followed him... as i entered inside it was the shabbiest place i have ever seen in ma earthly life..i saw   more of unicorn helmet men throwin’ ppl inside something boiling ..may be water.. no on earth they say its oil..and ppl screamin’ ,few apologizing and few admitting n regretting their earthly mistakes... we kept on walkin’ until there was a tank of something boilin’ ..again a lacklusture smile...

“noo ..i want to meet yamraj  and clarify ..wait “ i screamed (kinda my name is khan style..like wan to meet the president n am not a terrorist..)

The helmentman  grabbed me with all his force..the grip was so tight n hypnotic...that  i willingly jumped into whateva boiling tank...

Wait do want to know what happened next... well guys i woke up...just a NIGHTMARE dudes n dudettes..

Thanks for reading this ( if u gave it a full read..lol),,:P

p/s: today is valentine’s day . just a another normal day for me.,*sobs*

ran-dumb-ness

Its  exactly 3:20am. I’m nocturnal.. i mean a night person(hostel life u c)...a lil later i was thinking to study  something for my upcoming GATE exam ( mind u it was just a thought without any effort) ..whateva,the present thought is .. valentines day... loser again!!.. just imagine i neva had a valentine in my life ( nothing to imagine..there are gazillons of Indian girls who  ll never get the  guts to fall in love..includin’ me.. family n all that u c)..but i was in a r’ship, it didn’t last till any one of the 14^th feb ( m not sad for this one)... this month , every year, i always try to convince maself..the best love story is yet to be written , for Indians everyday is a  valentine’s day n all that...c’mon accept the fact.. all we after teen  singles go on dates n increase our social networkin’ just to find , matter of any chance or some luck to meet our perfect guy..(wait, did i just say perfect..no la just ma types will do)..prolly  ill find him someday(when!!how??)..*sighs*...

And for this 14^th , i ‘ll be quite busy writin GATE.. which reminds me to study somethin’ rite na..

Nooho ..*yawns* *yawns again?* n again...

GOOD NITE lah!!! *yawnin’ continues*

 

LAMO!! LOST IN REVERIE!!!

enough of blogs on imagination , case studies, observation n blah blah..

there got to be a blog on ME!! why not!! 

there are some facts and truths that lies enclaved in my brain but obviously can not reveal all of it.. sorry ( hah!! like you care  whateva i think)...its my blog so i can write whateva..(a actual sorry )

well some portion of my brain has a veritable cornucopia of information, knowledge ( not sure of that).and some portion is lame as a couch potato "IDLE" denies to think anything.. turns it back when hears something that it can't relate to something called "SENSE"....

when great scientist divide brain into two halves ..the right "R"and the left"L" (won't annotate on that ,in simple words "no comments")..

my brain has a antiseptic effect for over emotions , repulsion towards melodramatic people ( n n n  the winner is some ekta kapoor's soap..lol)..hey why m i callin my brain as my brain .. its like calling your lovin' pet dog as a dog... so i should name my brain ..ahh lemme think... bruno,tiffiny, browny..oh for god sake jasmin these are ahh leave think of something else.. gocha!!

yes LAMO( this is not derived from any latin word..its derived from english ..a nick name to lame... wonderin' well no body likes to be called so.. thats why .. so this LAMO is an endangered speices ..it has no friends..no one to match its thoughts ...

lamo  thinks if desires and emotions can be sublimated..

lamo is never hurt..but survives it!!

"missin' someone" lamo needs a huge word than impractical to describe it....

lamo has also agreed to mention about its sixth sense..lamo is ubiquitous and has telepathic power..the telepathy is rusted as lamo  is last of this type...

now u must be thinking lamo's resources to survive in this world ...

well  if i tell u to read the first line of the blog..(enough of blog on imagination , case studies, observation n blah blah)... lamo knows nothing other than this for its survival even though its sarcastic at times..now seriously enough of ME..