a thought or 2 in the week

Ok, im blogging after quite some time.So i do not have anything concrete to express. Hence, what i'll do is that i'll put down a couple of thoughts that were running through my mind the whole week.

To begin off, here are a couple of things that happened after the day of the last blog. We accepted fate's will, started mugging our asses off for the 2nd quiz. Had a whole week of quizzes, hectic, and boy what a sigh of relief to have got the week over with! For me, it was a week that had 2 electronics assignments (pain). Amidst all this chaos, innocent mind had some deep profound thoughts passing through.

I'm an ardent follower of the show 'The Wonder Years', (one show which is grossly under-rated.). The show is based on the adolescence of a boy during the confusing and revolutionary times of the 60's. As i closely followed one of the episodes of the series (season 2), i was able to connect so well with the thought that went with the episode. The episode begins with the lines, " Growing up is a funny business. When you are a child you have so many aspirations and career choices for your future. The weirdest and the most fancy plans. There is a little bit of everything in you when you are a child, a little bit of an artist, a little bit of a scientist, li'l bit of a singer, sailor etc etc..I guess growing up is a process of giving up all of these one by one, to finally realize one day that you have narrowed out a path for yourself".

Now although i might have not quoted the lines that accurately, the message there is strong. We all know what the narrator means, and must have definitely gone through it. The funny thing is, i find a lot of people around me, so talented, in various respects. Some great at sports, some brilliant at playing music. i find quite a lot of these people not solely contented with the choice of career they made. When I was a kid, by 'kid' i mean somewhere around 8-10, i always felt i was a good singer (used to go to music classes) and played nice cricket. So my career plan was a play back singer, with the back-up plan being a cricketer. Never did i imagine i'd land up in the stream of engineering! I feel somewhere or the other all this has to do with the narrow minded ideology of a lot of people that certain streams of career are to be preferred to all others at any cost.Probably even at the cost of curbing the child's interests and creativity! But these people have their own point, as what they wish, is only intended for the child's benefits.

The second thought that hit me, (has been hitting me for a while now, but never this hard), is that 'sense of humor' comes in different blends. Initially the sense of humor that you have is the raw one. You laugh at the heavy jokes, probably the vulgar ones. But later on, as time passes by and you get exposed to the other side of humor, you sort of start appreciating the 'sophisticated humor'. for instance, i had heard a lot about the show 'seinfeld',(sitcom), I heard a lot about the critical acclaim it got and the achievement of a position in the top 3 of all time sitcoms, really motivated me to go ahead and try the show out.What i found though, surprisingly was that all the jokes fell flat to me. Never really found any joke to be as juicy as the ones i was used to. But, as time passed, i really started enjoying the humor in it. Now im almost a fan of the show.

so, the situation as of now is that we are done with our quizzes, have the whole damn week end to 'put peace' and as a stress buster. No one knows where this type of study is gonna get us in the end sems.. But again, as one of my friends says, " Hey Dhondu..just chill!!" or "Sab moh maaya hai",lets cross the bridge when it comes, but at the moment do what we do the best...
'putting peace'

An eventful day in alak

What happened today could easily get into the books as alak's worst ever '2nd yr room allotment' ceremony. There was everything. A perfect daily soap material, or incident that could feature in a parliament drama. It had all the masaala needed. But not that nice if u were a freshie though.

To brief you a bit about where this all began, a couple of days ago we agreed upon the fact the we would make groups of freshies and the group that would have a majority, takes the most wanted wing. Also we had successfully obtained a majority of C-2 junta along with some C-3 bros, and from there it looked as though everything would go fine and we had the wing B-2 in our pockets.

What followed though was hardly anticipated by anyone of us. We thought that the next thing to do would be to do the room selection formalities. All of a sudden, the gen. sec. comes up with the weirdest of ideas, that only he and a group of c-3 junta could find logical. He wanted the matter to decided on the basis of the toss of a coin. Now, there are 2 points here, firstly, with a clear majority no one would see any reason to employing that method unless you desperately want to help the other side get hold of the wing. Secondly, even an immature child wouldn't leave something like rooms for a year to a lousy toss of a coin.

With this going on, as we were fighting against a partial jury, we tried getting help from higher seniors, who came to our rescue thankfully.To counter this, their own senior was brought into the ring, along with another biggie, (both belonging to them) to enforce issues. What followed was an intense battle almost one could say between the c-3 junta backed by immature people and the 'others'. Matters such as some second yrs black mailing the freshies on our side to switch sides came up. That was when we thought they surely couldn't fall below this. Which they exactly did.

The senior made use of his 'power' and 'status' to enforce a lousy coin toss. As luck would have it, we lost the toss, the joy of the c3 group knew no bounds. Even the Gen sec wanted to take part in the celebrations, but withheld himself, leaving us thinking hard to figure out where we lost.., and me with the feeling of shame for having taken part in the insti campaigning.

As a fall out, we were all alloted rooms dispersed everwhere. we got the Bog rooms. collectively unhappy about the incident that took place. But still we feel that the 'c-2' spirit and the 'alak-freshie' spirit wouldn't die in us. barely having to cover extra distances to get to each others rooms wouldn't keep us from interacting. (or atleast hopefully). Over all an eventful day in the history of alak. Where a poultry issue as the room allotment for 2nd yrs became battle ground for the higher year seniors. where hearts were broken... (edited on advice of a fellow mate)