All our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.

        - Blaise Pascal  

As it slides across the frame each morning,
While I am still asleep, snoaring
It sure does get my thoughts bowling,
as I toss around in the bed moaning,
swearing at, what, of late, has become, 
My window to the world.


Fowls have got food to gather
Yet another day for mutts to fight the weather
cabbies readying to tain their patrons
The teacher readying to play the matron
The milkman, the guard, even the garbage guy 
are kings when balancing the lemon on their spoon.
Why me, just me, did you single out O stupid fireball, 
to burn through on thy wheel of fortune?


Ain't there a code of misconduct you ought to say?
Ain't there a game to play afore your prey?
Is that how plain you get to decide my destiny?
Shouldn't your ways be the cause for my mutiny?
Questions fly around in disarray - questions absurd,
as I finaly sit up and look out to the horizon,
far and out, through my, window to the world...

 Listening to: Let's Make a Night, Bryan Adams, The Best Of Me

Dedicated to: Sitting in my room today, I just realised this huge sliding french window is something I have never really noticed, although I've been rotting in here for like five months now. The post by the way, is dedicated to Jaadoo, someone who loved sliding windows... :P

India's grand old entertainer, Doordarshan celebrated it's Golden jubilee last week. Yeah, it's celebrating fifty years of it's existence as India's official broadcaster. No, I don't watch Doordarshan or in fact much of TV for that matter... I came to know about it from a private FM channel again.

The radio jockey was going all praise over DD turning 50 and asking listeners to phone in and tell everyone about their favourite DD moment. The faint first memories that I have of myself watching DD are glimpses from the everybody at home assembling in front of the TV for watching there favourite Buniyaad go a step farther. [Yes, Ekta Kapoor neither invented nor discovered family dramas.] Of course I remember Shanti too, Mandira Bedi never got tired of coming back on to the screen every afternoon, day after day after day. [UTV again beat Ekta Kapoor to daily soaps] And then there was Sports Broadcasts, whether it was the Hero Cup, The 1996 Wills World Cup, Leander Paes's bronze at Atlanta Olymics of '96 or Zidane's moment of glory at Fifa '08. DD was here there and everywhere, juggling time and resources pretty efficiently I'd say. 




Having a 'Cable Connection' was considered something elite and taboo at the same time at the lunch break conversations of us 7th graders. 


And then things began to change. Cable TV became as much about Discovery, BBC and National Geographic as it was about Star World and AXN. You just had to have it to have a taste of 'The World'. WWF(E) was never a DD trademark and so wasn't Prannoy Roy's NDTV. And the good old terrestial antenna caught in the web of cable signals carrying coaxial wires, slowly lost it's esteemed place atop the rooftops. You had to have 5 different Sports, News, Family Entertainment, Movie and Foreign channels to complete a TV viewing experience. [I do love cable TV for ESPN, HBO and WB though.]  


And slowly, DD was left to be that official broadcaster of the nation that nobody had the time to see.Of course it isn't anywhere near with regards to quality of the content or presentation that we have on the Satellite channels. And who needs to be blamed for that, is anybody's guess..


So what's my favourite DD moment? Quite a few come to mind when I think of that... 

• One fine afternoon, you could only see the pictures and not hear anything. I later got to know that Rajiv Gandhi had been assassinated. Don't know how, but I happen to remember that. 

• Of course being home on Sunday mornings to watch Jungle Book, Duck Tales and Tales Pin is something I can't forget. I still cant find a Cartoon channls that airs those shows. 

• Some of the really well presented social service messages that were aired after every hour or so. Remember "एक चिडिया - अनेक चिडिया" and "मिले सुर मेरा तुम्हारा" ?  

• Watching the friday night movies that went on for about 5 hours thanks to the plethora of advertisements that DD used to get back then. 

• Buying a Radio that broadcast DD so that I didn't miss '99 WC during my summer sojourn at Palampur, where we didn't have a TV.

• Remember the "Sorry for Interruption  - रुकावट के किये खेद है" screen that used to pop up so often? It became a part of the Indian legend and folklore for ever. Modern day satellite channels hang up too, it's just that they aren't courteous enough! 

Well none of these happen to be the actual DD moment for me. It's way too recent, when I lamented India's early exit at ICC WC '07 and decided to do something about it. So I got a TV Tuner card from my uncle's and we built a special set top dipole antenna, that could easily catch the free-to-air DD terrestial signals. And sure enough, I witnessed India's triumph at the ICC World T20 right there in my room, without a cable wire. And to this day, I haven't been able to decide what satisfied me more...


So what's you DD moment? Come on, say!  

Listening to: Feelin' Way Too Damn Good, Nickelback, The Long Road

Dedicated to: That big terrestrial antenna that once brought home Doordarshan. Gosh I miss you :P 

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Analogies, it is true, decide nothing, but they can make one feel more at home. 

      - Sigmund Freud

Life's all about analogies they say. Comparisons with the past, living up to the present, planning the future - it's all about analogies. Peers, who's who, role models, siblings all set examples for you and sometimes maybe, you want to give it back to them. 


What if the examples come from weird sources. What if you need to read a handbook or manual when a certain analogy or it's premise seems to be way over the top? Surveys show responses might vary. [Yes I've conducted a thorough survey of my own, alright.] 


You might do one of the following - 

• Ridicule the whole thing, abuse and move on.
• Ridicule the whole thing and move on.
• Don't feel like wasting your precious time even though you find it interesting. 
• Go buy and lookup that damn manual, because you so want to get to the root of it. 

When I'd planned on a comeback posting schedule with my previous post, this was not where I'd decided to start. But some things are best done unplanned, and this seemed one of them. [Don't ask me about the others ;)]


It all started a day before, I guess, when I read an article on the Bomaby Times front page, by, errrr... Saif Ali Khan. It was about a childhood friend, who happened to be a cute girl. The kids never saw each other because Saif's parents shifted base and the poor boy had just a photograph of his friend as a memory...


Brought back memories of my childhood. Lotsa friends in the town that I was born and the next one, where I grew up, whose names I don't really remember and faces i faintly do. But I'd surely love to give it a try to go see them after like, 20 odd years...


Anyways, back to today, when I was watching Neil Patrick Harris, the How I Met Your Mother star [well for me he's a real life guru, that all senti guys should have] , on Star World, when this advertisement for Airtel Digital TV went on air.


Hmmm... Saif Ali Khan's article, it turned out was a gimmick (which I had kinda guessed) for this very add. But that's where it becomes rather touchy. He somehow finds the girl thanks to the photograph, a locket, and Airtel Digital TV and serendipity of course. But, just when he's about to rush to the girl (who apparently anticipates something exciting too, given the look on Saif's face), Kareena Kapoor enters the frame. (yes, from nowhere!) Poor loyal [?] lover boy Saif quietly slips the photograph of his childhood sweetheart into his back pocket and moves towards Kareena... while the girl he had been searching for so long, too curbs her excitement and moves away... the whole scene ends with the background jingle... Dil Titli... Dil Titli Sa. (The heart's a butterfly) [the translation because I believe my blog does have some readership abroad! lol]


I don't really want to comment more on the advertisement. How I felt about it? Well, I haven't really written about an advertisement here on THE iNFINITY, so you can probably guess. Watching it I felt that I won't like to go through it all ever, although deep inside I know I make similar choices everyday, thanks to my heart that flutters like a butterfly, all the time.


Though there's one thing about he advertisement I can't stop myself from saying. Kareena Kapoor in the role of her life, as the evil vamp! She should do more such roles... looks good in those. [She still remains one my favourite on screen actresses for her role in Jab We Met.]




This post was never meant to be and I still end up writing a truly boring autopsy for an advertisement... hmmm. Dil Titli... Dil Titli Sa.

Dedicated to: The Titli that our hearts are.

P.S. The blog entry is in no way an endorsement of Airtel Digital TV. I could have used a generic name, but that would have spoilt the fun. I still watch TV through my good old cablewallah by the way...

Images Courtesy: Google and deviantART

Update: My post was quicker than even youtube. Anyways, found the video for this advert on youtube just now... check it out if you didn't already see on TV.

and you thought I had hung up my boots after the century? No grudges in here for thinking such weird stuff, because these past few days, that's what I've been doing and thinking as well... weird.


Why I've not been posting anything on THE iNFINIY all this time? Well, a combination of lame and not so lame excuses - have been lazy, haven't been well, had to undergo a nightmare (they call it surgery in medical terms), have been speculating a lot, haven't been thinking that much, have allowed my jobless tag get to me, have been listening to lots of people instead of just hearing them...

A man without a moustache is like a cup of tea without sugar.

- Read in an old Reader's Digest a few days back. Can't recall the personality they attributed it to. So for now, attributed to Anonymous.

If I need a cause for celebration

Or a comfort I can use to ease my mind

I rely on my imagination

And I dream of an imaginary time.

       - Billy Joel

About the same time last year, home for the summer break at the end of the third semester in college, I ran into this brilliantly done up article in the Sunday express about the new phenomenon in online advertising. It went gaga over how google was helping small website publishers substantial sums. In a nutshell, the article was all about Google AdSense. 


Having gone through the piece, I began weighing my options...


I'd always believed I could write alright. And more often than not, I did. Lots of useless scribbling at the back of my notebooks, that, more often than not, ran me into trouble. Here was a chance to put it to monetary use I thought. I'd earn my own pocket money and make it big in life [Okay. A bit of exaggeration here and there never killed a human being. Bear with me. Please do.]


So there I was, setting up THE iNFINITY in about a week, without researching deep into everything concerning the so called enterprise. So when I should have gone for a niche blog ['cos apparently, that's what pays] I was busy setting up a general 'free for all' sorts blog. And when done with that part, I began to think myself smart, way too smart, when I began clicking on my own advertisements hoping that Google won't know. The rest as they say, isn't history. It's still a bittersweet memory, when instead of getting a notification for a payout check as I had been expecting, I received a mail saying that my AdSense account was being shut down for 'Invalid Click Activity' in a no questions asked / answered manner. And just like that, I was on the streets again. 


So much for the melodrama...


Friends who had earned and earned big, suggested making a new account and blog, with of course the advice that I ought to consider google the smartest the next time round. Call it height of laziness, or sheer love for something I thought belonged to me, I decided to persevere. And so, iNFINITY continued on it's turtle pace, to reach a small but significant milestone a few days back. 


I wrote my hundredth post. Within a year. And my blog marked about five thousand unique hits within that period too. A Google PR of high of 3. And to top it all, some dilligent followers of whatever crap I may dish out. [Of course, I have to keep doing things to bring them back, when I go absent for my ever so frequent short sojourns...]


Without too many celebrations [that's becaue I'm jobless and broke as of now :P] I move on to the next milestone(s), with some interesting goals in mind. Also, I thank from the bottom of my heart [no puns intended] each and everyone, who stumbles by my blog, every now and then, and cares to read or even comment sometimes.

And while at it, I ask you all, the readers, to put forth some suggestions to make iNFINITY better. [Save the 'blog's too big, takes ages to load' comment though, I'm working on it and haven't got anywhere].






For now, as I see the Mumbai rains through my balcony, and think of interesting things to write home about, there's just a small reminder every now then in the form of the flickering modem LEDs - "Do something about the dough dude, you're still broke."  :P

Dedicated to: Google and AdSense, that insensitive pair of Americans.

For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

-Bible (Old Testament)

It was about the same time four years back that I receieved my rank sheet for the JUIT entrance test. It said I was eligible for counselling and had to be present in flesh and blood (the pun is intended, indeed.) on the given date. That started a heated round of arguments at home.


Having spent about four years at Shimla prior to this, I obviously didn't want to go back to a place I thought I had left for good. But then, I hadn't done too well in any of my other competitive exams and I still wanted to be an engineer. And as Papa put it, "Beggars can't afford to be choosers".


In about a month, I was trying to make myself feel at home at JUIT, Waknaghat. [yeah queerly named location for a college you'd say, and I agree...]


More or less, the four years passed about in a jify. And for all their memorable moments, I'd probably like to forget the four years as fast as I lived them. Living in the moment was one of the better lessons that college probably taught me.


I passed out of JUIT a week ago. (yeah! I'm an engineer finally, and the grades weren't all that bad :P) Tomorrow I leave Shimla, JUIT, the hills and all the memories far behind as I move to, what I'd like to believe are, greener pastures. And though I've never quite liked the hills as a place to live - you need to walk a lot (and yet you don't sweat!), the weather changes like girls's prefernces, life's slow, a bit too slow for my liking, and to admit it, I find driving here hell lotta difficult, there's just a bit of nostalgia that I can already feel.


But, for all my reasons for being disenchanted with the hills, living here during the past eight years made me realise something really important... - if there's somewhere that I belong, it's here.






And as Ruskin Bond put it in one of his stories that I read in one of my C.B.S.E. books - "Once you've lived in the hills at some point in your life, you come to belong to them, and wherever you go, your heart keeps tellling you to go back to them."




Until the hill dweller or Pahadiya in me makes me come back one day... it's a sweet bye bye to the Hills.


For now, it's Destination Mumbai!






Concluded.

A person is neither whole nor healthy without the memories of photo albums. They are the storybook of our lives. They provide a nostalgic escape from the tormented days of the present.

                 Patrick Garry

Part III

continued from Part II

FLASHBACK:
July '08:
Papa receives an envelope at office carrying his transfer orders. He's has been officially transferred from Hisar to Mumbai. mumBAI? Don't they think of the word 'feasible' when asking employees to shift base?

Anyways... "Time to move papa", I tell myself. Why myself? Because more often than not I'm the one in the family who gets the most excited at the prospect of moving to a new place. I quickly begin enlisting the pros, my own reasons that make me think interestingly about moving... of course, again, to who else but, myself.

"Come on you've already grown bored of Hisar. Yeah it's an easy paced city, but it's rather boring to live at that pace in the initial phase of your live. BOMBAY! Just think of it man... you'd go  home from college in a TRAIN! No more hurting your knees around in those state transport buses. BOMBAY! It'd be like a dream come true. More opportunities for a 'your kind of job' when you pass out. (Why I thought that back then, is still a mystery... even to me.) But most important and interesting of all, you'd be going to Yes! Bombay. What better place to start looking for ways to meet Tanniji than the city of dreams itself."

I had a hard time getting decent sleep that night. And the next day, I was already discussing packing and of course MOVING with Mummam. "It'd be done as soon as you pack your stuff and of course mine", said Mummam. I could already feel adrenaline jets tingling the inside of me. "You'd probably come back home for Diwali at your new home", She sure knows how to get work done out of me.

The packing began that very day itself. YES, it did.

But, B U T... There's just a peculiar little twist to the story that says that Papa couldn't get the company accommodation before April this year and that's when we ACTUALLY shifted. Dreams come true. They do. It's just the time. You never quite know when they'll begin. Yeah! probably they are lazier than I am.

I've been shifting bases from the age of 3 (or so I'm told).  The first time around, probably I wasn't involved in the packing bit. Ever since then, I've been the one to commandeer (trust me). There's this interesting facet to kids whose parents keep moving.
We probably make more friends in our lives than other kids do. We know a lot more places by experience than most other kids do. And yes, we change more schools than most other kids do. I've often been asked in schools during my first week... "Why did they  turn you out of your previous school? Yes, some stupid kids never got the whole point of moving from one city to other - lock, stock and barrel. There are some ugly sides too, to the supposedly interesting activity. Just when you thought you had your room set up the way you'd always wanted it, Papa came in to break the NEWS! You couldn't do some things with the house, the room, because more often than not, it's not your OWN house. Just when the teacher's mind had the fancy idea of making you sit with that girl that you always wanted to sit with, you were exchanging farewell gifts the next week. The list could go on, I'd leave that you people... Fill in the comments box!

And, that's why kids who keep moving have this sympathetic undertone connecting them to others' their creed. Check out SS's comment to my previous post... (No she ain't a kid anymore, and so ain't I. But you know the undertone...)

continued here.

All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.

                Havelock Ellis

When you stay away from your blog that long, coming back is an exciting yet difficult thing to do. Right now, I've got so much to say, so much to tell, and so much to express (yeah! all three mean different things to me) that I can hardly contain my dancing fingers. (The keyboard being their stage) I have got news to break (No, sadly, I'm not going around with Tanniji, in fact I haven't even met her yet.) 


It's just that I'm over with the final semester of my engineering, which effectively means that I'm done with college, which effectively implies that I've joined the cadres of our country's jobless youth (until one of the company's that picked me up during campus placements decides to call me, which right now, seems a distant dream)   


Off late, I have had to deal with the rather difficult proposition of parting - taking leave off friends, things and off course places. My dad has recently shifted base from Hisar to Mumbai, and that is where I'll be going too, soon. I've left JUIT, Waknaghat for good, for ever (hope so with fingers crossed) and I left back a few (or lot is it?) friends both at Hisar and college. Things? Well, when you move, you are forced to throw away a lot of things that you'd probably have loved to keep. More on that later.


Seeing that I have so much to write about, I have decided to go low and slow. And you can trust me to share each boring detail of my life from the past month or so. So keep coming back for what I promise is going to be interesting stuff. Till then, this is yours truly signing off... cyao.

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.

-- Gilda Radner

A day to go before I start off with my finally final exams of the final year...
[OMG! what rhyme man...]

It's been four long years... and yet, when i look back, feels like just, yesterday. For the umpteenth time on my blog, and probably the last, I reiterate - "I hate my college." I hate the place, I hate the climate and I hate most if not all the people, I met (or not). In short, I hate everything that is there to be hated and everything that there isn't.

But, this isn't about hate you know... This is about thanking people who made this journey - an experience of a life time. People whom I grew up with (at least I'd like to believe that) people who taught me so much in so little a time that I have problem storing the treasure (And that doesn't really include the teachers... Most (I say most and not all) of them were nothing but pretentious jokers who came nowhere close to being fit for the noble profession. And above all, it's about Friends.

Now, you keep getting on terms of good friends, better friends and best friends with your friends, but all the same, they remain friends.

People, whom you could tell something at some point of time that you didn't feel like telling anyone else in the world. Faces that came to your mind first, when things gave the slightest hint of going awry. The certain someone you could share a drink or two with and still be at ease. Someone you could make fun of and rest assured you didn't have to ask if it was going overboard. The blackmailer, you could share your dreams and fantasies and of course crushes with. That certain someone you wouldn't wait for a second to call up before you broke news about the latest in your life. The names you looked for, first up, when signing into chat. And yes, someone you could count on to get you through your exams, when the day arrived, by hook, or by crook.

A few of my friends tell me I write long, too long. Their curse! I'm not getting more words to fill up this post with...

So I'd do probably what's the best thing to do in such circumstances... leave you with a song and some memories. I heard some people in my college say that the official college farewell documentary didn't make them cry. Ridiculous! Go watch the numerous other things that can make you cry, sweet memories are things to be cherished and smiled upon, if you think otherwise... go get a life!

Now since I didn't want any of my friends who watch it to cry, I chose precisely this theme and song... and added another stanza to the original... Hope Greenday don't sue me for that!





[ Check link if you can't see anything up there ]

On a parting note,

A sunbeam to warm you,
A moonbeam to charm you,
A sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you.

Good Bye, Good Luck and errr... Good Riddance!

Listening to: Are We The Waiting, American Idiot, Greenday


Dedicated to: Friends and Friendship, yeah! Just that...


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I wrote this about two years back in my fourth semester, during a DBMS lecture. It's been one of the most boring series of lectures, I've ever attended, and my notebook bears testimony to the fact. This is the unedited version of what I thought up and wrote for Mummam, on her birthday then. Found that note book in an old pile some days back, and I've been searching for the right occasion to post this. And today, it arrived...


Mothers are the best gifts God gives us on our first birthday. Treasure them and their love while you can... To all your mothers and mine - A Very Happy Mother's Day! :)

It's your birthday and I can't be there
But I'll send you a special birthday wish and a little prayer
Have a happy birthday
I hope that all of your birthday wishes come true
May you have a great time today and find happiness in everything you do.

Yeah, I guess it was that very day, when all of a sudden my sister decided that we just had to watch the latest SRK movie... whatever the reviews...

So off we went to the only multiplex in our town. I had never been to that particular place before, given the fact that I spend most of my time at my college, back in Waknaghat, Shimla hills. More importantly, I had never been to a multiplex! So I didn't want my first real experience of a modern day cinema complex to be something that I'd have to associate with a flop when I reflected back. Yes, I never wanted to watch Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi, after whatever I had read and heard about the movie.

But family outings are something you have to adhere to... good manners you see. So, off I went, with Mama, Papa and the planner in tow.

I didn't even feel like giving the movie's promotional posters a look... Aamir Khan with his eight pack abs, had been splashed all over the walls... and seemed like a more interesting option to train my eyes on. Soon I was in... and...

... watching her. "Who's the gal?" I asked my sister.

"You think I 'll know? There's SRK to contend with... now stop disturbing."

The movie wasn't as bad as the critics had made it seem like. SRK did well in his forced double role. And showed glimpses of his near future with the mustache and wrinkled faced. But that's not what I was really watching. No. It was Tanniji I was beholding and admiring.

She was - of course cute, seemed gracious, with that charming and captivating smile of hers. And her dancing skills, were just... amazing. And the most striking thing - "What height man!". Somebody get that idiotic jumping jack of an imposter out of the frame. PLEASE!

All through the way back, I ridiculed the movie - it's very logic, when I hadn't actually seen the movie with that seriousness.

Two days later I saw her again... "Man! What smile." Such talent and all of - [Oh no! I won't talk about Tanniji's age here, I'm trying to be that gentleman that she might want to consider :)]

Some days back, I found out that May Day is also Tanniji's Birthday. 

Here's wishing you all the happiness and success in the world, may you never again feature again in an SRK movie [:)... I'll be there cheering for you when you go up the stairs to recieve those numerous awards that are going to be coming your way! (I hope you'll oblige me with a date after that.)

[Just in case, you've been wondering, it's Anushka Sharma's birthday today... and though the above piece seems a bit odd and ridiculous on a second read... I'm going to post it anyways... Happy Birthday Anushka... ]

If there's something like loyal readership to THE iNFINITY (going by my number of followers and RSS feed subscribers, I have to say there is one), there's good news for the readers.

I'm back.

OK. Enough of the antics...

What kept me away for the days that I did not post was my annual college fest - The Le Fiestus '09. This being my final year in college, I wanted to be a part of the fest as much as possible, and hence decided to to send THE iNFINITY into standby mode for good. And finally, I'm glad that the fest, is over.

The annual fests in our college have been an altogether boring experience for me at least. Characterized by mundane events that clash at the wrong time, mismanagement and some weird terms (ever heard of something called the 'mixed DJ nite'? It happens to be the question of utmost importance in my college!)

This edition of Le Fiestus sucked like any other, just that it did so, a bit more than the others that I happened to attend. We (me and my buddies) literally had to run form pillar to post, in order to find some interesting event or activity that we could be a part of... of course, there weren't many (read any). It was like some frustrated souls in search for the said oasis that never happened to spring out of nowhere. 



Hard core Rock music is still not big with the best of Indian Music fans. We had 15 bands performing live, back to back in a Rockathon sponsored by some little known Indian social networking startup... and the crowd and audience (I've always believed there's a different undertone to the two) just kept dwindling as the event progressed. The fact that they didn't give our own college bands the liberty of performing more than two numbers didin't help the event's cause either.   

And for the final night, we had KK (sorry, but I forgot the bloke's real full name again) singing his heart out. I'm not a big fan of KK's. And though he got the crowd on it's feet for most part of his performance (me included), I still won't be, a fan. I mean, come on, what idiot, starts off with senti numbers to make your mood and activities hilariously hysterical. It was good to be able to catch up with friends in that mood though, for what looked like, one last time.

Every cloud happens to have a silver lining(okay that's more of a cliche than a saying now), but the fest did have a sliver lining to it... from my own point of view, that is. After some fifteen years or more I went back on stage to... (hold your breath)... DANCE! Yes, thanks to some of my friends who got together to co-ordinate a grand event for the final yearites and one buddy in particular,(he'll comment on this post with the same name, mind you.) I was a part of a formal dance sequence on stage for which I worked my ass off for like, one huge week!

And as Tanniji (did you just say Tanniji who? STOP! Go search Google for Anushka Sharma  a.k.a. Tanniji of RNBDJ fame, and come back to read this piece. You don't deserve to read me if you don't know Tanniji!) has said, "Wo Banda Hi Kya Hai, Jo Naache Na Gaaye..." I guess, I'm finally eligible as a bachelor... (I sang at the last edition... or was it the one before that?) Anything for you Tanniji...

The fest is over, and so would be my college in about a month more... Do forgive me if my posts in the next few days turn out to be nostalgic tosats from a half drunk's closet... probably I'm left with nothing better to do as I move into the twilight of my JUIT day(s)...

Till I come back with something better... this is yours truly, signing off.

DISCLAIMER: This post has been done under intense peer pressure and (friendly) fire. The author of this blog, in no way confesses these as his own views in full or part. This is being posted because the author hates breaking promises and (seriously) had nothing else to do, once he got over with the torture of exams.

So I've been tagged, yet again. And I forgot to mention in the disclaimer, the responsibility of this kind act, lies with, Akansha again... So sit back and enjoy my hundred, weirdest of truthful lies!

1. Last beverage: Instant Coffee
2. Last phone call: Received: Sud Dialled: Sud
3. Last text message: AirTel - to inform me that I'd missed calls. So people do actually miss me, sometimes.
4. Last song you listened to: Yellow, Coldplay
5. Last time you cried: Yesterday... not today... hmmm no. Yeah. Sure about that.

HAVE YOU EVER...
6. Dated someone twice: Does a no suffice?
7. Been cheated on? Nah... never.
8. Kissed someone & regretted it? No. Wait... does a teddy bear count?
9. Lost someone special? No.
10. Been depressed? Yeah. That's like perennial.
11. Been drunk and threw up? Nopes.

LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:
12. White
13. Green, Blue (it said four up there... right?)
14. Black

HAVE YOU:
15. Made new friends: Yes, always.
16. Fallen out of love: In... probably, how does falling out feel like?
17. Laughed until you cried: hmmm... maybe yes. Don't remember though.
18. Met someone who changed you: Not really. I'm back to being me of late.
19. Found out who your true friends were: I guess I'd never be sure of that.
20. Found out someone was talking about you: ME. Yeah! 'twas like... who's he? never seen him before!
21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: No.
22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Many... Some... relatively... quite a few.
23. How many kids do you want to have: At least two... :)
24. Do you have any pets: No. Dying for a labarador... as soon as I'm on my own.
25. Do you want to change your name: No ways... My blog would go so meaningless if that were to happen!
26. What did you do for your last birthday: 'twas Diwali... the world burst crackers and ate! And, I cut a cake for only the second time in my life...
27. What time did you wake up today: Woke up 10.30AM, and I tried yoga!!!
28. What were you doing at midnight last night: Watching Scrubs Season 1... chatting.
29. Name something you CANNOT wait for : This stupid engineering thing to get over and a doj from TCS. I desperately wanna work!
30. Last time you saw your father: It's been about 4 months :( miss you dad.
31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: hmmm... errr... OK... forget it! Wish there was one!
32. Most visited web page: Gmail

WHAT's YOUR:
33. Name: Aseem Sood
34. Nicknames: aZoed... I know that sounds stupid :) They did call me Ashu too, once. asd as in asdscribbles
35. Zodiac sign: Scorpio
36. Male or female or transgendered: Male.
37. Elementary: St. Joseph's Convent, Bhatinda. St. Joseph's Convent, Hoshiarpur.
38. School: St. Joseph's Convent, Hoshiarpur, DAV Amritsar, DAV New Shimla.
39. Colleges: JUIT, Waknaghat, Solan.
40. Hair color: Black with lotsa grey.
41. Long or short: Keep changing. Short for good, right now.
42. Height: 5'8''... add another half inch to that for my convenience! :)
43. Do you have a crush on someone? I can't say a no to that...
44. Ever been in love? I guess... yes. Though I believe a one sided thing is more like a tale of heart breaks! :)
45. Piercings? None.
46. Tattoos? None.
47. Righty or lefty: Righty.

FIRSTS:
48. First surgery: 'twas something minor... Thank God!
49. First piercing: bola na... NONE!
50. First best friend: We never called each other that... but he was one for sure - Naitik.
51. First sport you loved: Cricket of course! And I was damn serious about it back then.
52. First pet: I secretly gave shelter to a stray puppy once. Too bad, mama found out and that was the end of it.
53. First vacation: Dunno... camping in our unfurnished house at Palampur... THE best days of my life.
54. First concert: Is that supposed to mean when I performed? Class 4th... a romantic solol! Group: Engg. 2nd yr. Le Fiestus '07, main stage.
55. First crush: How do you define it? The cute girl 'cos of whom I was sent outta class almost everyday in class 7? Or, the other one seeing whom everyday makes me *^* (see stars and the moon) :) Of course, I'm not gonna name her! Right aks?


RIGHT NOW:
56. Eating: Nothing
57. Drinking: Water (Aquaguard eBoiling Plus wala)
58. I'm about to: Break this monitor into two, if this tag doesn't end soon!
59. Listening to: Are We The Waiting, Greenday... My CPU fan humming away... some welding noise in the distance... wait... the fly's saying something too... kya? you think you love me? OUT!
60. Waiting for: Change of mood. It swung the wrong way, sometime back!


YOUR FUTURE:
61. Want kids? bola na... HAAN!
62. Want to get married? Aren't kids out of wedlock like... a problem?
63. Careers in mind? Journalism... Marketing... Designing... OK maybe Coding too!

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?
64. Lips or eyes: Eyes
65. Hugs or kisses: Kisses
66. Shorter or taller: I'd say taller. Not too much though!
67. Older or Younger: Doesn't matter. But I'd prefer older.
68. Romantic or spontaneous: Both.
69. Nice stomach or nice arms: Difficult to decide. OK. Both.
70. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive.
71. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship.
72. Trouble maker or hesitant: Neither. There should've been a third option to that!

HAVE YOU EVER:
73. Kissed a stranger: No.
74. Lost glasses/contacts: No
75. Sex on first date: Did I say I haven't been on a date yet. Ever!
76. Broken someone's heart: Me? You kidding right?
77. Had your own heart broken: I'm your perennial heartbreak kid. Or guess I was born with a broken one!
78. Been arrested: No
79. Turned someone down: No. (What does that really mean?)
80. Cried when someone died: Yes
81. Liked a friend that is a guy? Yes. In the most unDostana way possible, though. To put it straight - I'm straight.


DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
81. Yourself: Yes, more than anyone probably. No wait... there's omeone else too.
82. Miracles: Damn yes!
83. God: OK. I confess it. This is big and breaking NEWS! Aseem Sood still does believe in God. You smiling up there... haina?
84. Love at first sight: I'd say yes... But that does fade into more of an infatuation sooner than later. But you know, she's cute... damn cute! ;)
85. Heaven: My room - that's heaven and hell both!
86. Santa Clause: I've run outta socks. So, No.
87. Kiss on the first date? If I do connect... OK.
88. Angels: Yes, they do exist.
89. Devils: I exist. So more might be around too!


ANSWER TRUTHFULLY: (So even you know I'd been lying till now... How candid is that?)
90. Is there one person you want to be with right now? Yes. Chunmun.
91. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? Not even one! OK?
92. Wanted to kill someone ever? No. I believe in Gandhigiri.
93. Among you blog mates, whom would you like to kiss? All... None... Weird question!
94. Committed a blunder and regretted later? Everyay!
95. Wanted to steal you friend's boyfriend / girlfriend? No.

Associate with someone you know:
96. White: Me. That's my colur!
97. Black: First yearie! Dark Circles! lol.
98. Pink: The Pink Orchid. She also happens to be my junior from one of my schools! I'm so excited on catching up with her.
99. Red: Me again. Mom thinks I'm the only grown up guy who wears so much of red! OK. Meri marzi!

100. Posting this as 100 Truths? Sure as shell. YES
 
yippeee! I did finish it... FINALLY! I'm am a good samaritan, so I pass the torture on to nobody... Do it by yourself, if you find it that interesting... I've got things to do... so tata!