Untamed Desires!!

“I am going out for a run.” said Anees. Mandeep just growled. “In this heat?” he asked. Part to hide his laziness, part to discourage Anees so that he could have a partner to share the cigarette. Anees said yes, determinedly. He did not want to miss the run for anything. Leave alone a cigarette. “Ah! Whatever man. I will got to the common room and watch the India-Australia test series on TV instead of following live scores on the internet.” And with that Mandeep got up and left. Anees glanced at him. Mandeep’s boxers were way too below the socially accepted decency lines. He know that Mandeep thought it was charming of him to do a skin-show so he decided to not comment on it. Just as Mandeep was leaving, Pratham entered. He was all sweaty and breathing heavily from the recently completed run. He too could not help but notice Mandeep’s waistline and winked at Anees. Anees gestured, leave him alone, with a wave of hand. Pratham knew that it was hopeless advising Mandeep.

People say 'One must not live in past'. But what to do when the past is so captivating. It just lures you to have a quick look at it and you suddenly realise you have spent the entire day watching old photographs. And when its all over, you realise that your face hurts because of all that smiling. Here are some of the situations which were captured in pictures and have made way for a Delightful Friday: Friend's nuts hit by your motorcycle's handle. The signature day in college. The unforgettable trek to a fort and getting drenched in rain when you reach top. The friendship day spent in hostel rooms dancing. The trusted Ganesh Visarjan ceremony. A camping trip long time ago, when your friends looked so skinny. The farewell. The 350 km bike ride back home. The Navratri Jatra . The Annual Social Gathering in college. And the list goes on.... Now if we are not supposed to live in past, what are photographs for? I don't know. But I know this for

For all those who think that Social Networking is an addiction and however they may try, they are not able to overcome it, here is a savior. Just deactivate your Facebook account. It is as simple as that. I did it and it worked.

There is this lovely poem that I came across. I actually saw this as a signature to mails from my Project Guide. he chose the second para as his signature. I felt the lines very nice, so I googled it (assuming that my guide was not a poet type). Quite surprisingly, it was a poem by Rudyard Kipling. So sharing it. For those who have already read it, it is wroth read once more. For the first timers, Enjoy.... P.S. : And for the judgmental types who think that this is a very famous poem and how come Pratap didn't know about it before etc. I don't know many things. This world is very big and there can be cases that you don't know something. So just move on! If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way

Coming to Mumbai was a decision which was taken with a lot of thought. Hope for a better education quality was the first point. And the rest followed. Pune was an option but…… frankly speaking patterns and prejudices do scare the hell out of me. The image of Pune which resembles to some UNDISPUTED CHAMPION in the field of education makes me cynical. Ask anyone where they want to go for study? And the answer you get is a cliché. And you definitely know who I am talking about. Of course the glorious town of Pune with its archaic tradition of producing or to say MANUFACTURING (Sorry! But preparing for CAT leaves an impression on you ) so called Graduates year after year compelles you to have a second thought about it. No offence to Pune’s Education system. It is among the best we have in India. But my experiences says ‘Never to follow the crowd, If your aim is to lead them.’ So Mumbai was finalized. Well my first day in Mumbai. I arrived at Dadar, and hugely underestimated the sta

Confused? think wisely. OK let me help you out. What do you think, are they same or different? Well most of you will think that they are different. But a handful of the probable readers of my blog will think that they are the same. OK another question for you. Which of you think is more Harmful? and the scope of this harm can be the person himself or the people around him/her. Can anyone of these qualities ruin u? Well this question popped in my mind when i had my very first encounter with destiny. I am firm believer that a man creates his own Fate. But some incidents in your life makes you helpless. You virtually have no control on those things. It is today that i have realised that Destiny is very powerful. Never before I have found myself in such a situation where you are made to do something. It's a bit annoying when you have no control on the things around you. You have no freedon of choice. You are compelled to LOSE. I will here explain my title. Well there is a very fine rel

hi. today no politics. just some ' gharguti ' stuff. As now i am enjoying the ' ghar ka khana ' and ' maa ke haath ki rotiya ' so will write about that. This time too, as always, when my ' maa ' saw me after 4 months the reaction was a cocktail of happiness and worries and many subordinate emotions. 'beta tu kitna dubla ho gaya hai ?' was the first line she told me. But this time i was prepared. from last 3 years since i joined engineering, every time i reach home my mom has the same reaction. Denying all the physical laws and proofs of weighing machines from 'The Railway Station' and 'The Bus Stand' and even 'THE JOINT CAFE ( CIDCO )' my mom wants me to eat and eat and eat and eat. Bas maa bahut ho gaya !!! is the only reply i can give. but who cares what my small stomach has to say? this time i heard a strange concept regarding the materials of which stomachs are made up of. Stomachs are made up of INFIN