Kindness, Motivated. :)

So, earlier during the day I was more than glad to miss lectures because there was going to be a five hour session in the speakers club (Rostrum) and to gain knowledge outside of class, I'm always game. So after the five hour motivational session which was intriguing and interesting enough at first, the speaker talked too much on motivating and he reached at a point where I preferred attending lectures after the break. True, the motivation was worth noticing, because you'd truly be motivated with a speaker of that energy inching every ounce of his body towards you, persuading you that you must get motivated or else the world shall end! The sheer enthusiasm of the speaker who kept talking since 10 in the morning till 5, with only one break in the middle is appreciated for a Ex-Military retired senior personnel, who is a professor, a mountaineer, an adventurer, a laughter club member, a yoga specialist, a fashion icon and what not feats he claimed to accomplish also who had fever since the past few days. Well, the enthusiasm of this vibrant personality is what kept me from leaving (and also the fact that the staff wouldn't let me leave, but lets leave it at that).

As I already had given up hope on myself, because an already motivated soul couldn't be more motivated except being given the right push, and that push is still waiting to be acknowledged. At first, I thought about writing all about the seminar where one of our seniors and a very good friend of mine, Manjoosha, who reads my blog regularly, lost her cool, stood up in the middle of the seated noisy crowd and screamed at the top of her voice to "SHUT UP!" when people actually went silent, with giggles doing the rounds. It was pretty funny, never had seen her in that 'Jhaansi ki raani' Avatar. :P

The first thought that came across was not many would be motivated by this moment, but it actually mattered when my room mate himself was. Me, Shreyas and Lalit were coming down to our beloved hostel, when in the under-construction Mechanical building, he saw a couple of poor worker's children playing on sand and suddenly a change of heart, and he asked me whether I'd buy some chocolates for the kids. I was lazy and sleepy and said I'd rather go to the hostel and sleep (which I later regret even thinking). So, I accompany him and we go to the canteen where there are no big chocolates. We later go to the shop downstairs to get four chocolates of uneven sizes, and head on to the construction site to find the kids scattered all over the place. Shreyas takes the trouble to chase each and every one of them, which they accept willingly after getting a confirmation from their mothers eyes. This particular act of giving my room mate displayed today made me make a special mention of him in my blog post. I actually wished to do a detailed testimonial but the Rostrum review took half the space. 'About A Friend #2' is coming soon on a special request with held since the past five months. 

The photo is of a child playing on the streets of Mumbai, though her face is not visible, you can clearly picture a vibrant aura beneath. 

Keep Reading Folks. :)

P.S- Photograph Courtesy- Seven Seasons Photography

The Definition Of Love, Revived.

Love, this four letter world has the power to turn a person's life around. Earlier yesterday, when I thought what should I write in the blog today, I went through a series of events which include giving up to my room mate's persuasion of going and watching ABCD (Anybody Can Dance) which to my surprise turned out to be a fairly good movie, with pretty enthralling music and a decently plotted story. To add to that, we were already late for the movie with the buses running late, and we asking every other vehicle for a lift to the much civilized part of town and every one of them refusing without a second thought. Then after the movie, oogling at a group of foreigners and regretting how I could have gotten acquainted by asking where they were from or their names atleast? I thought of a detailed blog on all the topics I mentioned above, but the universe had other plans.

As soon as I sit on the bed to rest after the tiresome day, I spot a book I wanted to read for a long time, "I too had a love story" by Ravinder Singh. I pick that novel and start reading the book which was claimed to be "A National Bestseller", well almost every book claims that nowadays. Its like you pay the publishing a couple of hundreds more, and lo and behold, your wish comes true! I start reading the story, and I'm taken aback at first that this guy has written his own story on a page and published it, along with the fact that he was single till 25! There are only a handful of people left in this cruel world where people either understand the true meaning of love or stay single till 25. Apart from the personal life of the author, I personally thought the story gets too much lovey-dovey in the middle, but what comes at the end felt like a hard blow, straight to my heart. That book actually made a tear roll down my eye. The whole conception of relationships, love I intercepted from a handful of English movies, and sitcom's like 'F.R.I.E.N.D.S' and 'How I Met Your Mother' was churned out, turned down, rejected and thrown out by a simple 200 odd page book that managed to touch my heart, and also make a tear roll down my eye which countless movies or books have failed to, over an extended period of time.

Somehow, I could relate to that story, somehow that author and his real life story managed to hit a nerve while setting a good example. With all the turmoil I went through in the past few months, somehow that book made me realize what true love is. How, when a person looks into the eyes of another and tells those three beautiful words which mean the world to the both of them, and nobody, I emphasize, nobody else could take the other person's place. And when you get going with your life being single, there comes a time in your life when you are tempted to get into another relationship as soon as possible just because you could get over the first one, but the utter fact that most "English sitcom motivated" people fail to realize is that, love happens only once in a lifetime, and that very first feeling of being loved by a person of your own age of the other gender can never be replaced even if you find Miss World begging at your feet to take her in. It just cannot be, because the very first time I looked into her deep eyes, they told me that she was the one, and when she actually did, those three words completed my life. No matter what, the morals and ethics I have cultivated over time or over a matter of a few hours of reading that book, cross out every other possibility of hooking up with another girl. Life, has changed and so has the meaning that depicts those three defining words humans cultivate. Love and Life always go hand in hand. 

As I type down this post listening to the slow hums of 'Laakh Duniya Kahe' from 'Talaash', I cannot but thank that girl who I was flirting with on Valentine's day (just because I was lonely and bored, and she is a very good friend), when she guided me to read Ravin's book and asked whether I would think likewise the day after, I'm glad I went through that book because had it not been for this girl, I would not have gained the respect and love for the one I truly adored. Thank you T. :) Keep reading folks. :)

Photograph Courtesy- Seven Seasons Photography

Valentine of the day- Mirinda mixed with pepsi. Cheers :D

Today, on a fine Valentine's day eve, people who do not have any, either go chick hunting or stay far away from the other gender. I am person, who does neither of the above. I would rather while away my time reading books, blogging or playing counter strike than woo the other gender to ultimately get our heart broken (experience speaks). So, with no prior or latter plans for the day, I while away my timing cracking jokes with Lalit, while a teacher sets his eye upon us, yelling at us in English and Kannada. The rest of the day was equally alright, with us two people fooling around.

At the end of the day, we decide to go have a snack at a shop which is almost 300 meters from the college, because the vendor right next to the college is very rude, money minded, never gives change, and apparently insulted one of my friends. So, we decide to boycott that shop from the very moment. With no choice left, and hunger rumbling in our stomach, we move on to the distant shop on the apparently very narrow national highway. I eat two eggs, buy a bottle of Mirinda apple which tastes just like Appy Fizz, and that is why we mix Mirinda with Pepsi, to get the colour combination of the below picture.

To add to that, I experienced that matrix scene when the hero just misses the bullets, where in my case, I missed the bus with just a few inches, hands spread wide apart with a bottle of the fusion of Pepsi and Mirinda in my hand. A moment to thank god, and also to say to my friend, "Dude! Did you see that? Awesome! :D" 

Yes, so all in all the much hyped valentine's day did not live up to the excitement but it sure the day not ordinary. For the last few days, I have been wondering, because I cannot remember the last ordinary day in my life. True, I do not blog about every other day because either I'm lazy or the wi fi gets too slow to browse. I'd rather not surf the internet, than surf on a slow connection. It strikes 1:23 am on my clock, and it is time for bed. So, stay tuned and have fun. Keep reading. :D

Voice Over Controversies

Blogging, brings me closer to the world. Somehow, I feel when I blog, I'm the strongest person on the planet and that my ideas reflect on the people who read what I write. But, that is not the only reason I blog, I blog because I wish to tell my story to the world. There are people in this world who tweak their story just so that they could get famous, just so that their story could get a lot more interesting. I agree, the temptation of tweaking a real life story, to make it epic is very difficult to resist, because then the story reaches new heights, it makes that particular story impenetrable, making it legen.. wait for it.. DARY!

But, I assure my readers, I do not do that. Whatever I type in here is nothing but the truth. Every single day there is a moment in my day, when I make a note in my head to blog about that moment, either because that moment teaches me something, or it has something that would get more hits on my blog? Either way, it turns out to be an interesting read. Earlier, I used to contemplate that what if my friends, my family don't like what I post on the Internet, what if I'm criticized, but this answer 'what if?' could be answered only if I'm man enough to take the first step. To type what I feel, to convey to the world my views, the truth, no bull shit. Yes, that is right, I'm no longer afraid that the world is going to judge, because I am what I am, and I know myself better than anybody else and the freedom of speech supports my voice and ideas to reach out to the world, so why not utilize that to get more hits on this page? Its not like anybody is stopping me, is it?

So, getting to the point. Today, was the day the college was inaugurating a speakers club and the key note speaker was the renowned B.M. Hegde who is famous to the extent of having a wiki page to his name. Sadly, I cannot extract more information from wikipedia because the surprisingly, the hostel wi fi doesn't support opening wiki pages. Weird, right? So, after lighting the lamp, and a brief introduction of  the speaker. He starts off with a pun, and he's really into the philosophical side at first. I like the idea how humans are their own enemies and we have to change right from our very souls to change the world. But, I had a question for him which was sadly not appreciated, because of the following two reasons,
1.) There were no sufficient Microphones in the hall.
2.) The key note speaker did not have sufficient time, a busy famous retired person, I must say.
I agree, that every person has to change for the world to change. But how could he possibly propose to change the whole world? No matter how much he tries to change every person's soul. There will be one black soul that opposes his teachings and ultimately one black sheep in the herd, ends up with a black herd of sheep. I suppose, this is one question I have to figure out for myself.

The supposedly Padmabhushan award winner claimed to be humble and polite and kind hearted, and gave all kinds of explanations supporting his theory but ultimately got pissed when a student with a strong suit of questions accused education with a money laundering - management seat business, the student was right. Every word of his question was, but apparently, one is not supposed to criticize elders or a wise man because we are taught so since childhood. He entertained questions with answers ranging from 15-20 minutes of speech, ultimately confusing the person who had asked the question to think the speaker is an eminent personality who must not be messed with. Also, criticizing a young first year lady and humiliating the poor soul on stage in front of 550 students. Her question sure made sense, but his answer did not. I bet, people do agree with this little theory of mine, but choose not to because he is a respectable person. Well, to hell with that! Just because the whole world thinks he is, you are not supposed to change your perspective about the person. You are free to think on your own and I have just done that. At the end of the day, the person who just gave a speech on motivation by either acting or reading a screen play cannot help you because it is your perspective on life that shall take you somewhere in life. So, the next time you think the person is not right, do not be afraid to man up and speak. Because the youth has a new voice, and it shall rise. Comments are welcome, and this post is in accordance with The Youth Revolt as well.
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Keep Reading folks.

P.S.-The attached photo is the photography courtesy of Seven Seasons Photography by Shreyas Bhat.
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Those Eyes & The Virgin Mojito = Heaven

The first week of the fourth semester shall come to an end tomorrow. And lots of stuff has happened so far, coming to terms with an understanding in my supposedly confusing and life threatening/saving relationship, along with the guys from Ramakrishna mission coming to our college and preaching the teachings of Swami Vivekananda. All in all, it was a busy week.

Today, when the lectures got really boring is when the disciples of the disciples of Swami Vivekananda came to our rescue. We were all of sudden summoned with almost the rest of our college to cleanse our minds and souls. Apparently, all I could write in this blog is thump thump thump. Because that is what my new headphones say all the time to my brain when it tries to think what I should type in here. Yes, so getting back to the point. Those guys came, demonstrated a few breathing exercises for meditating. Sung a few songs, enacted Swami Vivekananda, where a person in orange robe pretended to be the holy saint, which he was nowhere near, and his acting got funnier. Some people were selected from the audience and asked to ask scripted questions, in which one of my classmates flipped off and asked something out of the plot, to which the guy in orange robe (I hate calling him even close to Swamiji.) had to think on his feet, and said something in Kannada which I don't think was justified enough. Apart from that, the day was regular.

Today being a Sunday, we had a whole day to kill and going to Mangalore to eat was the sanest possible thing in our range of ideas (which included setting a plastic bucket on fire?) Yes, so we went there, had our full of Nasi Goreng (some Indonesian dish) and went straight out to by a pair of headphones. New headphones do sound great I must say, with all the BASS and shit. Also, when I was in Reliance Time out which is a store where you get almost everything. I bought a pouch, because I needed one badly. The funniest thing happened there. I was standing in line to pay hundred rupees for a pouch which actually cost 20 bucks, and behind me was a gorgeous girl checking out some books and talking to her friend criticizing authors and laughing along. I turned back to see what nuisance was all this about, and to be true, I could not take my eyes off her eyes! I was dumbstruck for two seconds just when I pretended to look at my friend, Abhilash and was thus saved from major embarrassment. I didn't dare look back after that, there was an eerie silence for two seconds, and I lost my opportunity. I payed up for the pouch, went outta the store with Abhilash, looked back to see her staring at me with her big beautiful eyes again, with a small hint of tender smile on her face, I freaked out, because once you are fresh out of a serious relationship, the mere mention of a relationship gives you the chills. So, yes I freaked out, got the hell outta there and lost my second opportunity as well. Two freaking opportunities and I lost them, just like that!

I forgot about that soon, when I get something to eat and that KFC Sparkles Virgin Mojito (pronounced Mohee-tho which the KFC worker didn't know) took the edge off things. With a light tinge of lemon and mint, with pudina leaves floating on the top that sweet drink brought me to heaven and back. I have a pic attached in here with Abhilash, The Virgin Mojito, and The Chicken Burger. We make our way back to the hostel, all the way in the bus I regret how I messed up two opportunities of getting to know someone new, doing something I had never done before, talked to random stranger (girl). I re-enact the meeting in my mind, somehow making it cooler for me, I could have talked to her the very first time, then we could have exchanged smiles, probably names, then coffee, then numbers, then I would not like to describe all the details here. Or, I could have noticed that small hint of a smile, smiled back, walked up to her and exchanged kind gestures, then maybe coffee, then maybe number, then maybe the details which should not be disclosed. What I did regret was, I did not lose one, but two opportunities with a sad look on my face! However, I've kept my hopes high. Hopefully, if such a situation arises in the near future, I could just Man up, and say something Manly that could impress that particular girl so much that she could fall straight away? Stepping into Neil Patrick Harris's infamous character Barney Stinson, except suiting up (because a suit costs a fortune) I could attempt every other trick in the book to meet a female blogger who is probably blogging her story, right now?

Sit tight and keep reading folks, the fun is just about to start. ;)

The Temple, The French and the Chicken.

After a really long time, an apology letter to finally re activate my wi fi connection in the hostel, and some weird, funny and interesting shit, I'm back to typing shit the usual way. And, did I tell you it feels really good when I type funny, weird and interesting shit into this keyboard? Yeah, it does. Yes, so I used to log  in to my blogger account just to check whether people read my blog or not? And well, I find it intriguing but people actually do read the shit that I type. So, to not discourage the regular readers, I have lots of blog posts planned in the next upcoming days. There comes a time in a blogger's life when he comes across some crazy, bat-shit-insane, mind boggling stuff and decides for sure, "Dude, this story is definitely going in my blog." But if the blogger has whatsoever no access to Internet connection, the bat-shit-insane story soon loses its bat-shit-insanity and it becomes a normal boring post. I have crossed similar and much more interesting stuff that I decided I should share on the Internet, but time makes memory fade and so does the spark. I'll be obliged to part away with those stories as soon as I get comfortable once again typing about the daily shit that goes through my life.  So, yes the fourth semester of  my professional course has started, and boy should I say this shit gets interesting day after day. Micro-controllers, processors, Hardware description language, 8051 micro controller and what not! Well, that is enough to keep us on our toes all the while, but we rarely do that. Apart from that, my mom and uncle came to visit me to the hostel, and the last three lectures being free for the day (courtesy of the diploma entry students), we went out for lunch at the renowned Hotel Suraj International in Bedra (Moodbidri). We ordered lots of stuff, but the best part was the starter (Chicken Pahadi Kebab) with some green chicken gravy and runny white omlete on top of it, with pudina leaves and carrot cut strategically as a flower dressing. It was a beautiful dish, and taste came hand in hand with it. The rest of the full course meal was my all time favorite Chicken Fried Rice and Manchurian Gravy, which tasted as usual, salty and the way I like it to be.  
Later came the 'The Thousand pillar temple', where we spotted three Frenchmen. One actually, because the other two were old ladies. I was staring at the utterly beautiful chandelier and the pillars when that elderly Frenchwoman comes up to me, and says something which went like this, "Its so profuso" with a big smile on her wrinkled fair face. I could not make out whether she said "perfecto" or "profuso" or what, but there was an "O" in the end and it definitely meant that she shared my feeling about the chandelier and the pillars being beautiful. I smiled and nodded with a "yes" that barely made out of my mouth. My mama went around the temple clicking pictures by donating 100 rupees to the temple and making the "Photography Strictly Prohibited" area to "Click Pictures Till Your Heart Is Fulfilled" area, and the French followed suit with their huge cameras and intriguing accent. A young couple (probably school or college going love struck folks) came there soon enough raising all eyebrows of the local elderly, they went around the temple a few times. Three, to be precise because we had not completed even a single round while they completed their quota of the day. The first round, they were quiet when they crossed us and managed to stay apart. The second time they went through, the guy had arms on the girls shoulder to which the old person who had kindly taken the donation from us with folded hands, came with a sober look on his face and apparently said something to the couple which made them take the third round with hands in their own pockets. The French people didn't really seem to care. Well, if you watch French movies, you'd know the reason. Both the French and the Love-birds left soon enough, and I got reading about the history of the temple. The temple was built in 1630 and well the temple has an intriguing Nepali architecture. How did the Nepal architecture get to the south of India was interesting enough to keep me hooked. But, it was a long story, and due to the time constraint, we had to leave. I have to read that story, and for that I have to go back, some day. There are lots of blog posts coming, also the bat-shit-insane stuff that I'm trying to revive and relive. Keep reading folks. :D P.S.- The attached photograph is the Pahadi Chicken and the Roof of The Thousand pillar temple. :P Cheers. :D