First Impressions

"I got brownies. So guess what I am trying to do?", she breathlessly asked. "I dont know, tell me." "I am trying to score brownie points!!!", came her excited reply. It was a pun intended in the physical form. It had just dawned on her and she was exuberant. "Oh it is. Damn! No wonder you are happy. Anyway, I am a bit busy now. Tell me how it goes" ."Yes I will", she said and hung up.
It had been a very long time and she had just broken free from the shackles. But it could not be denied that she was quite pleased about the meeting. No, she did not want to call it a date. It was not.
She was at Pop Tate's on time. He was going to be late. Yes, she had been forewarned about his amazing ability to be on time. He never managed to reach any place less than three hours late. Fortunately he was going to be just 20 mins late. She tried to figure out whether that was a sign. "20 mins against 3 hours..maybe he does like me a bit"
Well, she had to get ready. He could not see her like this. The final touch was missing. She was a bit self concious. After making sure no one was looking she put it on. Twenty minutes almost up, there was still no sign of him. The waiters were hovering around impatiently. She was hoping they would not ask her to place an order. To her dismay, she saw one of them approaching her table.
"M'am would you like something?", he asked with a big smile. She was now at a loss. After a very long span of thirty seconds, she mumbled something. "Excuse me m'am could you please repeat that?", he said. She could not avoid it anymore. She looked up at him, and said, "No, I am waiting for someone."
The waiter recoiled in slight horror. She watched him walk away. Very soon, just as she had expected, there was a lot staring and whispering. "Why, why could he not have come on time!!? I am such an idiot, I should not have put it on!", she thought.
Well it was too late. The waiter had seen her fake fangs with blood.
Another waiter walked up to her, to ascertain whether his colleague was right. By this time she had taken off her fangs. The waiter went back disappointed and reported the proceedings to his friends. There was some pointing and laughing again.
"Well so much for first impressions", she thought and ordered a LIIT. She sat back, amused by the situation, and started thinking about how best to make it sound funny when he came. Yes she did like him, quite a bit. After all, she had been thoughtful enough to dress up for him!

Songs synopsis

Desert Rose

Garaj Baras Saawan gir aayo

This is my december..This is my time of the year

Kryptonite

I just called to say..I love you

Show me how to live..You gave me life now..show me how to live

Last Christmas

I never want to dance again..guilty feet have got no rythm

Woh lamhe

Mohe rang de basanti. Basanti. Rang de basanti

Roo Ba Roo

Fade to Black

Today is gonna be the day
That they are gonna throw it back to you
By now, you should've somehow
Relaized what you have got to do
I dont believe that anybody
Feels the way i do, about you now

When all the roads we have to walk are winding
When all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But i dont know how

CAuse maybe you are gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You are my wonderwall


Knocking on heaven's door

Ab toh Aadat si hai mujhko..jine mein

Ya Ali

Roo Ba Roo

Wonderwall

In dino..dil mera..mujhse hai..keh raha

Running up that hill
Come on baby
Come on Come on angel
Let me steal this moment from you now

Ek din teri raahon mein

Tujhse naaraaz nahi zindagi
Hairaan hoon mein

Romeo and Juliet..The dice was loaded from the start

Love hurts

Tunnel of love

Shine On you crazy diamond

Comfortably song

Char dino ka..yaar oh rabba..lambi judaai..lambi judaai

Purple Haze all in my brain
Lately things dont seem the same

Come on baby light my fire
Try to set the night on fireee

Wonderwall

In the jungle
The mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight

Tak tana na na na Tandoori nights
Tandoori Nights

Roadhouse Blues

Rhyme

Coquettish glance
Can you read my stance?
Arms open
Has the moment been stolen?
Turmoiled face
Why do you shift your gaze?
Tears flow
Why does the face still glow?
Fresh beginning
Does the past still sting?
Denial outright
Can we give up without a fight?
True lies
Is this my greatest vice?
Quiet defeat
The rhyme is broken

Beer SOP

This was written, at a moment's notice(ten minutes), for a friend so as to give him temporary relief from his SOPs which were, as he put it.. "screwing his brains!"


It began when I was seventeen and continues till date. (This definitely exhibits my commitment and loyalty.) I am referring to my affair with beer. Affair would be too crude, since we are soul-mates. Yes, I do believe in love. It is the message I preach most often at sermons, being a part-time priest. I promote peace and tolerance and encourage the diversity of human beings, just like your great institution. Before you make a snap judgement about me, please do read on.

Beer has been my all consuming passion. It has provided me unbridled joy, solace, companionship and inspiration on many occasions. It has shaped my very being and still plays an active role in doing so. There is no one else, who can drink as much as me, and I assure you that it took single minded determination for me to get there. Some thousand odd drinking sessions later, I can now proudly claim my place. This goes to show my doggedness and can-be-done attitude.

The better part of my leadership abilities and crisis management qualities can also be attributed to beer. My continuous quest for improvement is also fuelled by it, which I will elucidate with a short snippet. In the inebriated state, it is generally not advisable to drive. However, I decided to take up the challenge. The first time, I killed three people and critically wounded five others. But, this did not deter me. With unshakeable belief in myself, I strove harder for success. I eventually succeeded. Today, I can proudly claim to be accident free while driving. This also shows how goal driven I am.

During this eventful journey(pun intended), I also learnt various crisis management techniques. For instance, after having hit someone, I did not panic. I showed great courage and thoughtfulness and called an ambulance. I used to even wait for them to breathe their last, in case of a fatal injury. Getting off the sticky wicket with the police was no easy task, but with patience I have perfected that too.

"With great power comes great responsibility"- Spiderman. The torch of knowledge needs to be handed down. Being a visionary, I see myself imparting the lessons I have learnt to the others. I intend to open a drunk driving school in the near future. Since it will be the first of it's kind, there will be many obstacles in the due course. But with theMBA degree from your renowned institution, I hope to equip myself to deal with all such difficulties. As is quite visible, I believe in commitment, hard work and learning, qualities which will surely hold me in good stead in your prestigious institution. With a MBA degree from your institution I will certainly be ready to take on the World and pursue my dreams.

The memory remains...

It takes very little to bring memories gushing back. A song, a whiff of something familiar, a place or even a single word is all it takes. It sends you spiralling back into time and you sometimes discover nuggets of experiences which you never knew existed. Some get so deeply embedded that it takes a slight fillip to bring them to the surface. Over the course of the last month, this has been happening to me(probably because i am on the brink of stepping into the big bad world!).

The trigger was ice-cream. My friend remarked about how I ate it in a childlike fashion. This sent my mind racing through the memory lane, till it finally hit jackpot. It is one of my most cherished moments(as I realized when i relived it). Here it goes.....

I had just finished mt TOM viva, where every intricacy of gear interference was explored in great detail. Needless to say, it was not very successful. Since the signal strength in the inner drawing hall was weak, i impatiently rushed out to make the call. What had started off as casual badinage, was an actual challenge now. Or, more like a stupid, fun thing to do. It required a bit of cajoling on my part, since the appetite of the person in concern was the size of a pea, but it worked out well.

My fellow conspirator was ready. We had chosen our spot carefully. The only criteria for selection of the spot was to avoid people we knew. We did not intend to do anything which was the least bit scandalous. But, given the Chinese Whisper syndrome people suffer from, even the most innocent act would be made out to be a blasphemous episode.

Anyway, we reached the place and bought it. The Amul double sundae pack it was. We sat ourselves down on the pavement and began to dig in, amidst curious and baffled looks of passers-by. For me, ice cream has always carried a very insouciant happiness with it. Just sitting there on the pavement, with the big double sundae, without too many cares in the world brought me unbridled joy. And that's when the remark came, "You eat ice cream like a child!". Taking that as a taunt I gave a defiant I-don't-care stare. "No, i meant it in a good way", came the reassurance with a hint of a smile and twinkling eyes. Having seen that expression before, i believed it and smiled back. It was a compliment. We continued eating.

As luck would have it, just when i had scraped out the last scintilla of ice cream with great satisfaction, a couple of unwanted familiar faces turned up. We managed very bleak smiles, which was met with supercilious and smug glances. But then, i could not care less. It was probably the ice cream or the last half hour of gay abandon. It felt just right. We watched them walk away. There were of course periodical glances from them. But, what the heck!

This was not a wild, crazy experience. You could even classify it as vanilla(pun intended). But, it was one of those moments of sublime happiness. Absolute bliss. Everything was just perfect and harmonious. Most people would have probably experienced this by now, so hopefully all this wont sound ridiculous! Yes, it was an ice cream after all, but the joy it brought was unparalleled.

SIMC- Frustration,frolic and more

Kulfi was not the only reason why I enjoyed my brief visits to SIMC, over the past three days. The primary reason was that my dear buddy Sneha had her GD/PI sessions scheduled on those days. SIMC had very smartly clubbed the GD/PI with their annual fest, Festocom. If not anything else, they made huge profits from people like me devouring the Kulfi. They also managed to ensure that they had quite a big crowd during their festival. But that's where it ends.



The schedule for one portion of the interviews was disrupted due to the festival. Candidates had been given time slots as precise as 17:27, but they suffered a rude shock. Spaceley (thank you Dominic and Reese:-)) and a few others insisted upon interviewing each person individually, but did not manage to stick to the schedule. So, it resulted in a huge backlog. Frustration had accrued and a certain section of candidates thought it would be efficacious to yell " Symbiosis HAI HAI!". I must say that was a very mature reaction on their part!



The result was that Spaceley hurled a few invectives at us (Yes, me too!) and there was temporary relief from echoes of "Symbiosis SUCKS!". In the meanwhile good Samaritans like me, were helping the candidates retain their sanity. I donned the cap of delivery boy, lexicon of invectives,eavesdropper etc.. all in the same night. It paid off really well though. In the process, i met a set of very diverse and interesting people. I also made some startling and not so startling discoveries. Some of them could even be labelled life altering! These i will enumerate below.



1) Sneha's hair is very very very................. long. One could start a series of jokes on the lines of Yo-Mamma jokes, about her hair. While we were ensconced in our niche on the floor, someone tapped her shoulder and said, " Excuse me, the people moving around are stamping your hair!"



2) Contrary to my opinion, all guys from Delhi are not MCPs. 99.9999% are MCPs but i did meet the remaining 0.0001% at SIMC



3) Time management need not necessarily be the forte of management schools.



4) Guys from St. Vincents can be both nice and witty. One can have a really pleasant conversation with them, but they will try and coax you to poison people that they don't like.



5) The name COEP has a startling effect on people! I did know this, but the true power that comes with the name hit me at SIMC



6) Eating dinner, while waiting in a line outside the director's cabin is fun. The ravenous candidates eyeing you greedily is not



7) Even the Devil would have been put to shame by the schemes that were being hatched by the candidates. Parents were openly trying to bribe the clerks managing the queues. Surprisingly( and unfortunately for the parents), the clerks were not venal!

Non veg = suicide

Life in a hostel, especially in my college's hostel is not what one would describe as fun. Moreover in the boys hostel. Seven guys living in a room of 3. As for the food, it would be a wonder if it were edible. As my friends claim bhindi, aloo, lauki, karela miraculously taste the same. One can gauge how popular the hostel is with everyone. To make matters worse, a very unfortunate event resulted in one of the boys plummeting to his death, from the terrace.

The exact course of events is quite ambiguous. Everyone's version is also equivocal. What is known for certain is that there were two drunk guys on the terrace. As expected, very stringent rules and regulations were put into force following the event. However, there was another very unexpected outcome(but considering the commendable reasoning abilities and IQ levels of the people involved, i am not surprised).

A couple of weeks after the event when everything was normal, the guys began to notice that non veg was no longer on the menu. This was one of the few food items that was almost always edible, so it was quite obvious that they began to miss it. On enquiring they were met with, "kal milega". The "kal" went on to become a week and the guys could not tolerate it any longer. So they went to a higher authority. Much to their horror, they were told that non veg would henceforth never be served. Indignantly they demanded a reason. The higher authority, by now quite irked, asked them, "yaad nahi hai kya ki teen hafte pehle kya hua?"

The guys nodded, "haan, toh kya? Uska kya lena dena?". The higher authority now in a you-are-such-dimwits tone said, "Us din, us ladke ne mutton khaya tha. Uski wajah se use peene ka man hua. Peene ke baad to log terrace jaate hain aur suicide karte hain. Ab is liye hum non veg nahi de sakte. Tum saare log peene lagoge, aur phir tumhe malum hai kya hoga!". To sum it up, non-veg leads to drinking which makes you go to the terrace and the eldritch atmosphere up there forces you to jump off the terrace. Elementary, my dear Watson!

After this reply, since it became quite apparent what they were dealing with, the guys completely in despair just left without a reply. Undoubtedly, this became one of the most popular anecdotes in our college and to everyone's relief they are serving non veg again. And, no there have been no non-veg related deaths!