Luminous Intensity

My 4th Semester at IIT Delhi

It always feels nice to experience the ‘saundhi sugandh’ of the first summer rains.

To have a sound sleep of 8 hours.

To feel the seducing morning breeze of Jia Sarai.

To breathe vitalizing coolness of Delhi Metro left gaping in front of a hot girl.

To become an Earphone Addict and finding Shreya Ghosal the most suitable bride in this world.

To eat ice-cream scoops worth Rs. 510 in a single go.

To watch horror movies in poignant darkness at the stroke of midnight with bombarding speakers.

To follow a cycle of 3-hour books and 1-hour sleep for a consecutive week during majors.

To refrain from studying in R-2 and Library and performing exile in the hostel itself.

To compere in variety of events at IIT-D ranging from Independence Day Hoisting to BSA awards.

To spend consecutive nights in the Seminar Hall for Institute Dance Production as well as Institute Play Production without doing anything !

To call Cultural and House Secretaries during House Days of different hostels to get ice-creams and chaat-pakode backdoor without standing in a queue.

To be a mentor and provide “sound” piece of advice to the incoming DnD reps.

To be a part of 7 different treats throughout a week.

To learn the definitions of right and wrong.

To discover loopholes in my decision-making and analysing my wrong small decisions.

To accept the challenge of proving the genuineness of each of my 500 Facebook friends to Aakash Kushwaha.

To win 100 bucks in IPL final.

To go bald!

To bath daily.

To wear formal shirts.

To attend morning classes and making notes after sitting the whole night watching Parth and Ritwik dance in the hostel practice room.

To come out of a broken heart on emotional terms.

To understand the negative dimensions of girls, their erratic nature, their moods which affect boys and their lives instead, their compromises and their personality disorders.

To experience friendships getting diluted and finally broken and forgotten.

To have a newer lot of friends occupying an integral part of your lives.

To experience 15 crushes in the same semester!

To discover that the concept of Banda-Bandi is a big fraud (with a few exceptions of course)

Friendships are more delicate.

……….. and Friendships defined my latest time at IIT-D, my best semester ever, Semester Four.

As time passes, we find it easy to differentiate between short term pleasures and long term priorities. We ponder upon where our infinite hyper energy is getting wasted and where it needs to be focussed upon. Once our daily priorities are set and we get to know what we ACTUALLY got to do at every small stage of our life, life becomes easy. It starts flowing with peace. We speak less, do more. When we do more, with eyes open, we achieve more.

When we plan things with a well-defined aim, what matters is the end result or success. It really doesn’t matter HOW the end-result was obtained, be it with correct or wrong means, since everyone has its own definition of right and wrong. What matters is work and what you yourself think about your work, success and failures, not what the others think of you.

You know, we often take the help of emotions to prove ourselves, they just cover up for our weaknesses, nothing else. Emotions always fall ahead of logical reasoning. What I have learnt is – never allow your emotions alone to take your OWN decisions, which will affect YOUR life. Life is practical, there is a race going on at every stage here. The world is an inferno of heaving, it requires us to become rude at times, to be bad for others at times to fulfil our own aims. But then again, what matters is the end result, and what is required is simply patience and confidence in the self.

This semester gave me infinite opportunities and infinite things to learn. I can feel the focus returning in my life after so many months. So many things achieved, so many mature steps taken, not to forget equally numerous foolish decisions.

Four semesters gone, four more to come. Bring them on !!!!!

My first sem without a girl in my life, the most peaceful, eventful and silent one – Semester 4.

Snehil Basoya.

 

Snehil Calling Snehil – II

Why do I get afraid?

Afraid of what?

Afraid of myself.

You aren’t afraid of yourself.

A hysteria compells me into a dungeon of my own acts. I am often afraid of consequences of my own decisions.

Hmmm …

I fear my future which in itself is going to be a product of my erratic past. I overestimate myself, sometimes when I realize it, I start underestimating. I feel insecure in every step I put forward in life. Where I should make efforts, I somehow don’t. Where things can automatically flow inwards, I waste my energy unaware of the easiness of the scenario.

Firstly, your “erratic” past isn’t giving rise to your future. It is, actually the father of your present which you are already ruining blaming your past for everything. Secondly, your thoughts are quite exotic.

It is me who is speaking, I am a synonym of my own thoughts.

You know what, all your apprehensions and fears arise from your thoughts. Your thoughts come from your mind which is no more yours, it is constantly inducing thoughts of the outside world. The thoughts which you call your OWN are actually draining away with a rate you cant even imagine !

What do you want to say?

Tell me honestly, when was the last time you achieved something without anyone else knowing in this world?

[Silence]

This is where your OWN gets drained out. You perceive yourself in the eyes of the world. Something which the world should do, why are you doing it for themselves? Worrying about how those meekly deserved “others” will build their prejudices about you, why do you loose your own identity in your own eyes?

You cant live a sole planet on this earth.

I don’t disagree. But you cant be driven solely by the world which doesn’t know what you think, what you can think and what you CAN do, but you don’t. The Conceptions and Prejudices which you make for yourself in your life are actually what your surroundings have made up for you.

You didn’t answer my question.

Which one?

Why do I fear from myself?

Just because someone else has defined what success and failure are, you take these two as granted. Never dared to re-define them with your own thoughts, keeping in mind your own individuality. You create problems for yourself in an ecstacy to succeed.

I am still not convinced.

The whole lot of  problems you face in your life may not be problems at all ! One day, they may perturb you, the other day, you may not think of them at all ! This clearly proves that all anxieties are not actually anxieties, they are in fact just a temporary state of mind.

I got it. You mean to say, all my thoughts are mere hallucinations.

Not exactly, there are infact mind games, which your mind plays with itself! Let me leave now.

When will I get the next call?

It’s not in my hands, Snehil

 

Snehil Calling Snehil- April 19

You look so apprehended, isn’t it !

Me??? What rubbish, I am not.

Well you are.

How can you be so confident. After all, who are you to figure out what am I up to.

I am yourself.

Oh come on !!!!!!! Numerous times you might have strangled me with this super-divine version of yours. In fact …..

Don’t you ever think this super-divine version  of you has reeped more answers for you than your questions?

NO

Too blunt to say that. You look confused actually.

Now whats that?

You are not happy with your life.

I AM.

Just shut up and listen.

Listen what?

If your heart is aching and your mind is tired, should I sort it out for you or rather let you suffer.

[Silence]

Let me speak now.

As always.

You are not satisfied with the way your present days are running in front of you. You show to people that you are happy. You speak happy. You write in your blogs happy. You tell your parents and close friends that everything is fine. You keep smiling. You keep joking with every other unsatisfied person who comes your way. Just tell me, what compels you to live in such hypocrisy?

99% population of IIT Delhi is unsatisfied and hypocrite. Whats wrong if I portray myself wrong in front of myself. At least I can say to me that I am happy.

There is a difference in saying and being.

Don’t repeat that lecture n^th number of time. Everyone in IIT-D is a liar – a liar to himself. Everyone dwells here in the illusion of success and failure. These Top 2000 brains of the nation are a flock of sheep. In fact, they reached here the same way. Parents tell heir children right in 7^th and 8^th that their only and only GOAL in life is IIT. Everyone prepares JEE blind folded. This year, India had 4.72 lakhs of that blind sheep flock.

When the brightest minds of the nation clash together, hurricanes are bound to arise. More the mind sharpens , more easily it gets crushed or disturbed. You are not happy. Short term happiness is what the bulk of unsatisfied people like you seek out for. Long term satisfaction requires time and patience, waiting for which people give up at IIT.

Who said I am not satisfied with my life.

In fact, you are. But you aren’t. This time you are lying. You have achieved so much in your past two years at IIT. Certain avenues which others can never even imagine of ! But when turning up to satisfaction, you think of those things which you always wished to achieve, but could never, and you never think of your success which you have already conquered. You first blame your luck, then you blame others, and when the limit of blame game crosses several thresholds, you indulge into a torturous feeling of hatred with yourself.

So this way, every person on this earth would end up hating himself, as everyone has infinite demands and dreams unsatisfied.

This is not the truth as you yourself are well aware. Satisfaction is not running away from challenges. Satisfaction does not mean that you stop dreaming and making challenges for yourself. Satisfaction is in fact accepting the challenges which you yourself have build for you, not those which this world has set up for you to linger in.

Satisfaction in itself is a challenge.

The biggest challenge in this universe. It is an outcome of self-control. And the outcome of satisfaction is the biggest asset possible ……

What is that?

Happiness !!!

Wow !!!!

Happiness is what a human being always seeks for ……. whatever he does in the life.

But how to know which is the best way to be happy. I always oscillate in dilemmas regarding finding happiness between two different decisions, which may give me equal amount of happiness, of course I don’t know before hand where I will be getting positive outcome.

I think it’s enough for today.

What?

Let the seeds of satisfaction sow deep inside you for the time being. Ponder over your true satisfactions. Don’t think of success alone, search for satisfaction within failures. Happiness may come automatically. I will call soon again …

Hey, Snehil wait ……

Good Bye Snehil. Let the Quest continue ……………….. !!!!!!!!

 

Pyaar ……………

 

It has been exactly one year since I wrote my first blog on Love; nothing could have been better to resume my blogging once again than this close-to-my-heart anniversary. And guess what ! My blog returns again with the same uncensored area of specialisation ………. Pyaar !!

This very word “Pyaar” had kept me busy throughout my last year. I kept experiencing a lot many hellnuma experiences, learnt a lot from relations, discovered more about friendships, and most importantly, wrote so many blogs on Love and Relations which made me feel as if I am really a blogger. Honestly speaking, and I am well dignified to say, that this has been the first semester in IIT when I didn’t have a girl in my life. To tell you frankly, the peace of mind which I got now, the time which I finally discovered for myself, for which I craved throughout my earlier semesters, have turned me into a more mature citizen of my country who doesn’t spend his precious time building castles of love and fantasies in free air.

Love for me had always been a mystery, for I could never achieve a stable relationship despite my best efforts. Now standing on the hilltop, watching my freshers doing the same thing with their lives, forces me to reflect once again on my ideologies and lessons learnt so far.

When you love someone deep in your heart, above all material expectations, above all reckless trivial rebukes people around make on you, above all what the world may think of or what the consequences may be, that is, an infinite love which I call ……….. it takes a lot of time to cease once you decide to finish it off owing to any unreasonable or reasonable reason. Sometimes its not written in the nature for you to live together, and if the love is really true and whole of the sentiments are attached, it may take years or months to come out. What I have experienced is that even when you come out, you don’t forget it either !!!

Coming out of a relation simply means that you no more take pain, you no more allow her to dominate your day to day activities by possessing your mind throughout, you no more EXPECT anything, you have come out of the burden of experiencing a commitment, you have reached a mind state when the aftermaths and side effects of a breakup have diluted and you are back to a rejenuvated individual beginning to live his own life. But you can never forget the girl !!!! You remember her often, wish to see her, meet her, talk to her again and again and when of course you are unable to do that, you smile and smile and smile …………..

That’s a new dimension of love which I have learnt the latest.

You can love even when you don’t love the way this world assumes love to be.

And moreover, you may even love the way you yourself never thought of.

Things can go smoothly, you may very well carry up with studies, exra-currics, politics or whatever stuff you do in your life, even without thinking much of her, or being in contact with her, you can love a girl and wish for her well-being.

Kids in IIT (referring to freshers) find it illusionary to distinguish between love and friendship. Some feel as if their friendship is ready enough for love buds, while some, despite getting the right momentum going, aren’t ready to move further. I am bound to write all this because from my own vision I can state that whatever groups of friends or couples I saw in my batch after the end of my first year, hardly a few of them remained intact. Perhaps very few. In fact, whatever friends and groups exist today, there is no guarantee that they will exist tomorrow. These groups keep changing just like alliances during Poltu season.

Another aspect which I have discovered watching all around within my friends is that boys in IIT are mostly at the receiving end J. Now that’s not a fascinating joke or a “common, famous taunt” prevailing in IIT for years. That’s something which I have actually seen all around in recent time. Girls may definitely be good at heart (that too, in rare cases) but they always fail to understand the male clan. Here are a few opinions-

1)      All misunderstandings in a relationship start from a girl.

2)      All demands are made from the girl side. Boys have no other option than to bow down.

3)      Girls are a permanent home to a beautiful asset they possess – ATTITUDE.

4)      Girls show to everyone in this world that they are angry, and never tell the reason to you. Again, the boy is responsible for everything.

5)      Girls always EXPECT. Boys always ACCEPT. If they don’t, they are treated like hell !!!

These are just a few outcome from my ridiculous mind, something I needed to pour down after a long break from blogging. Comments are most welcome. Comments on comments will be definitely given. For more information on love and friendships in IIT Delhi, stay tuned to this website. Scroll down for some better hot stuff ……

Next blog – Poltu

Snehil Basoya.

 

Identity Crisis-The Metal Artefact

With the permission of The Chair

A metal artefact may be a piece of Trophy or a Cup. Some of these metal pieces are reserved in the BRCA office at IIT Delhi for being rewarded to the best hostels in respective Clubs of BRCA.

Dance and Dramatics Trophy

EDLC Trophy

Hindi Samiti Trophy

………… etc, etc.

For winning a trophy of such a kind, some hostels work day and night, sometimes 24 hours a day, sometimes throughout the month, and in some cases, the whole year. There are people who keep storing and updating their database consisting of stats concerning about respective points of their hostels compared to other hostels, sometimes, with some specific hostel, making algorithms regarding “how their points would alter” if they win second or third or in the most probable case, nothing.

Well, IIT Delhi has been engulfed in such sort of bullshit for the past few months.

IIT Delhi was meant to nurture allrounders out of the cream of the nation. To manifest the potential skills within the prodigious brains of India, Competitive clubs were set. Cultural activities were promoted, and soon IIT Delhi became a home ground for some natural and laborious students who later went to become professional actors, national debaters, sportspersons radiating ambient personalities and terrific, mind-wobbling dancers.

Today, what matters to “SOME” IITians is the ‘Prize Tag’. In the mad rush to win a metal trophy, they are ready to manipulate results, set the judges, modify rules in their favour, bring loads of freshers from their hostels to clap again and again for their hostels.

The deserving are often dejected. The undeserving rule the ‘Prize Tag’.

What Ara got in Group Dance is what Zanskar received in Stage Play.

The decision of one or two individuals (judges) decides the fate of a hostel and those who are in power. What determines the decision making mind state of a Judge will always remain a mystery.

Power is at stake.

Reputation is in danger.

Not to forget Political supports which decide the coming generation of Power.

IIT is in Hell.

An unhealthy atmosphere which runs on rubbish nonsense of 1^st, 2^nd and 3^rd with wrong means not denied.

I don’t believe in throwing some individual’s reputation in my blogs or in public.

What I regret is that on 25^th Feb, 2010, the Dance and Dramatics Club died in IIT Delhi.

I am proud to say that the whole team of 12 ‘responsible’ people (the reps and the secretary) were ‘responsible’ for this untimely demise.

I persist in a dilemma of calling myself a proud DnD Rep pf Aravali Hostel, who served the Institute DnD Club and his dying hostel (in cultural legacy) with all his might ……… or a dejected individual who couldn’t prevent the death of his Club, the success of which was his dream in a recent past time.

I don’t really care which hostel wins the trophy or which doesn’t. Being a rep, I myself don’t know the points tally at present. May be coz my own hostel didn’t win a single prize, but I cant forget the appreciations I got in all the events.

I realized that you feel satisfied than ever when you loose after giving your best. Winning perhaps increases the greed of a person. This may sound silly to a few, I don’t want any comments on this from some ‘analysts’ and ‘critics’.

Aravali showed its mettle in Dance, while Zanskar did the same in Dramatics.

The winner in these two cases is

The Talent – which was discovered.

The Effort – in mounting up the performance levels from zero to everest.

The Sentiments – which bonded these hostels together.

Some hostels won the ‘Prize’ due to some unknown (yet known) reasons. The word named ‘machana’ has become an anecdote.

Kumaon did everything (some EXTRA efforts) to win everywhere this time.

Fine, they win. Congrats !!!!!

May God rest their souls in peace.

But a request to the whole IIT –

“Let talent flourish, great personalities take birth and satisfied individuals continue the legacy of this Institute. Not that some natural talents who become chu**** in the rat race of getting recognition.”

You don’t get success when you run for it. Success itself comes touching your feet ……… if the feet are firm.

This is the Identity Crisis: The Metal Artefact

With this, I Rest my case ………….

[ My next blog: “Identity Crisis-Semester of Fest” ]

 

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Chuja:

The Harbhajan Singh.

Sarpanch sahib.

Holds his authority even over the dyros.

Ek baar bola “Bas ….” to bas.

Keh diya ……….. bas keh diya.

“Boss” in every office scene.

First choice in roles of authority !!!!!

Dialogue delivery with such maturity and commitment that everyone looks in awe!

Any formation starts and ends with him.

Cool and Relaxed 24 hours a day.

Bindaas!!

Punjab da puttar, IIT di shaan.

Ladka bahot mehnati hai …. Hockey bhi khelta hai, naatak bhi karta hai, padhai bhi karta hai.

Champions Trophy mein Robin ki team mein the ye.

Second jeeta tha.

“Ee kaa keh rahi hai bitiya”

Best Dialogue: “Sirji ……….. scene banayein?”

Har kisi ka dil jeetne wala.

Never says “No” to anyone.

Great person by heart 🙂

Chuja, the Senior-most and Junior-most in our team !!!!!!!

Chops:

Our bowling opener, Praveen Kumar. Play starts with her!

Always smiling.

Fulltu nautanki and machau actress.

Dictionary of English, poem likhti hai.

Blog bhi shuru kar diya hai.

Maintains her diaries.

Baski bhi khelti hai.

Very senti.

Very emotional.

Roti bhi hai.

Bachcho ki tarah.

Shararati hai.

Hasti hai to petrol khatam hi ni hota.

Champions Trophy mein Raina ke saath kheli thi.

“Hoyeeeeeeeeeee …….. HOYE”

“Ho aao doodh lelo Hoye”

“Maa ………….. mera interview hai aaj”

Inka gao kathiyawaar.

1 ghanta sokar aati thi.

PHP ki lab bahot zaruri hai

Daant ka asar kabhi nahi hota tha !!!!!!!

Chops, the most pyaari member !!!!

Pauwa:

The Mahendra Singh Dhoni.

God- gifted talent.

Western Classical.

Eastern Classical.

Awesome actress.

Can speak in English too.

Listens to English songs.

Bhateeji of 5 chachas.

Pseudo ‘nar’, pseudo ‘maada’.

Has the ability to understand code words used by boys.

Understands ‘Fefi Faa Fa Fhof fa’

‘Ye duniya badi gooooool hai ………….’

Has a unique ability to climb over anyone’s head or shoulders within no time.

Can also sneak from beneath someone’s legs to enter a Khopcha from nowhere.

‘Bataiye Bhai ………..’

‘Koi baat hai bhai’

“Detective X By Two”

“Waah ri dhanno, beeeees kilo dooodh !!!!!!”

“Maaaaaaaa ………. Aaj mujhe gwale chacha mile the”

“Sarpanch sahib !! Aap thoda dimaag lagayenge please!!!”

Chapar chapar chapar chapar ………… zubaan pe lagaam nahi.

Nanhi cheeti.

Kabhi kabhi josh mein aakar bade bado par chadh jaati hai ……. Par dheere dheere badi ho gayi hai.

Pauwa- champa aur polar bear ki baatein yahi jhel sakti hai !!!!!

Paro:

The Gautam Gambhir

MSME, MSME

Inko apne “Ae Ji” se kuch zyada hi aitbaar hai.

Street Play Team mein DEPSI ki parampara ko inhone barkaraar rakha hai.

(Wo bhi Civil ki)

Perhaps one of the most sincere members of the Team.

(Waise to inke “Ae Ji” bhi sincere hain)

Kabhi inhe kisi ne pareshaan nahi dekha.

Life ke fande bahot mast deti hai.

Optimism aur chill types life ka saakshaat example !!!!!

“Pati Patni aur WO” ki WO hain ye.

“Maang mein sindoor bhariye …….”

Discussions mein input bahot deti thi.

DEPSI hai bhaiya …….. dimaag to hai hi, koi shaq nahi.

“Ae Ji ……….. CHEESE !!!”

Inka gao bhi kathiyawaar hai.

Important member of Civil Khopcha.

Parathe Civil wale ek hi plate mein khate the.

Sabji Paro hi karti thi.

Suna hai Dhoni ke saath Champions Trophy mein inhone Ganguly (Jise team mein hi nahi liya tha, hehehe) ki bahot madad kari thi.

Thulli ko “Thalli” bolne ki pata nahi kitni gandi aadat hai.

Paro is simply awesome ……… Great !!!

Thulli:

The Suresh Raina.

Ahem Ahem

Thulli ke naam se kam hi jaani jaati hain.

Inke bare ab ham kya hi batayein.

Chhodiye bhi

Arey chhodiye na

Sharam aati hai ji.

“Pati, Patni aur WO” ki patni hain ye.

Important member of Civil Khopcha.

Bimaar rehti thi fir bhi practice mein aati thi aur kisi ko batati bhi nahi thi.

Sirf Pati ko pata chal jaata tha 😛

Film Society mein inke hone se kai logo ko inpar dayaa aati hai.

Arey Venkatesh yaad hai …….. Jab Sachin ne 175 banaye the, tab Raina ne hi to saajhedaari nibhayi thi.

“Roz ki yahi kahani hai, ye doodh hai ya paani hai”

“Saas Gaari dewe ….. dewar samjha deve ……. Sasuraal genda phool.”

(This line was dedicated to her beloved Pati and her sasural)

Zyada bakwaas karne mein vishwaas nahi hai inka.

Doesn’t waste energy.

Champa aur Kaddu ki padosi hai.

Champions Trophy mein Mohammad Kaif ki Team mein thi. (Kaif ko bhi Team nikaala kiya tha)

Arey Robin yaad hai ……….. inke coach to Pandey ji the !!!!!!

Thulli, auditions mein 2 hi role karti thi hamesha ….. 🙂

Kaddu:

The Yuvraj Singh.

Jaago Re Jaago Re Jaago Re Jaago Re …………….

SORRY

Dhoom Dhadaka Dhoom Dhadaka !!!!

Jai Kumaon.

Inventor of No Music Head Banging.

Inhibits infinite energy to BANG his head.

GSKG chaida mainu ………. chaida chaida chaida chaida

Al Qaida.

Inventor of “Taali and Chutki” Game show.

Haan haan, kallo kallo …….

His each and every snapshot consists of his 32 teeth and one inch diameter eyes.

Important member of “Corner Corner”.

Padhte hue bahot pyaara lagta hai.

AML mein Kapil aur Sharad Panwar ke saath machete the ye.

(Kyun Sehwag …… sahi kaha na !!!!!)

(AML mein Gambhir ki kitni lagi????)

HE IS THE ALTER EGO …………

“Main tum. Tum main. Tum main. Hum Tum.”

“HA HA HA HA ……. Kaha tha, mat kar JOB.”

(A job which will blow your mind)

Talent Scene ka patent Polar Bear ke saath inhi ke naam pe hai.

Member of another ALTER EGO TRIO … Kaddu, Polar Bear, Champa !!!!!

(This Trio holds the patent and discovery of “Aman”)

Kaddu, we love him !!!!!!

Kandu:

The Munaf Patel.

Antaragini ke Man of The Match 😛

Riksha wale yaad hain na Yousuf?

Kanpur ke Riksha wale machete hain bhaiya.

Kandu to bhare baithe the ………. Maa kassam baras hi gaye wahan !!!!!

Condu …… sry, Kandu ko hamesha bech mein aane ki bahot gandi aadat hai.

Inhe kai flavour pasand hain.

Par he himself doesn’t know the answer of this question-

“Aap party hain ya broker?”

Famous dialogue: “Par bhaiya !!!!!”

Robin aur Harbhajan ke saath Champions Trophy mein second maara tha.

(Inke Captain the Rahul Dravid, unhe bhi team mein nahi liya tha !!!!)

But we all must acknowledge …… he worked bery bery hard for his dialogues.

Venkatesh knows that !!!!

Nehli maari hai is semester.

GADDAR ………. MAARO ……….. MAARO.

Inke bhai ne inhi ki factory loot lit hi.

Last moment pe Goonge ke role mein machai thi.

Important member of Civil Khopcha.

Kandu, will give his Bday party always along me!

Miranda:

The Robin Singh.

“To ham aapke liye laaye hain

Ek din ke Dyro.”

Hehehehe

Antaragini mein coach the, tabhi inka naam Robin Singh pad gaya.

Champions Trophy mein apni Team ko final tak le jaane ka shrey inhe jaata hai.

Indra Dev.

“Shaant Meghu Shaant”

Has the pleasure of receiving “Ruk jao Prabhu” from MAADA prajati.

Someone who can compete with Pampers in the level of haggna.

Fachcho ka bahot dhyaan rakhte hain.

Inki branch bahot dhokhebaaz hai.

But he is the only one in the team who has tasted foreign air.

Always open for BSP articles.

Everyone look towards him as a true mentor in any field of life.

Important member of “Corner Corner”.

Hmm hmm …… aa haan ……… aaaa haaaaan !!!!

PHOKATCOPY  PHOKATCOPY  PHOKATCOPY

His experience counted a lot in preparations.

Great Actor.

Great Ideas.

Miranda ko koi bandi dila do.

Gaylord:

The Yousuf Pathan.

Allrounder hain bhaiya.

Lower order mein team ko samhaalte hain !!

Lena aur dena, dono kaam bakhoobi karte hain.

Allrounder hain bhaiya.

Manager Sahib.

377.

Sidhdhu ki acting achchi karte hain.

One of the chachas of his bhatiji.

But made his bhatiji his bitiya in the scene with Sarpanch Sahib.

Inhe “Ae Ji” kehti hain Paro.

Has a lot of affinity for Himadri ……… oops! Himadri Lawns !!!

During the course of preparations, he evolved from just an excited n enthusiastic player to a responsible member on whom the team can rely.

Took his team to the final of Champions Trophy on his own.

He is very Sharif, had to take too many retakes to show Tharkipana to pauwa.

Prefers to be silent most of the times.

Good, doesn’t waste much of his energy, but enjoys with everyone.

“Pati Patni aur WO” ki Patni aur Wo, dono se hi achchi banti hai.

Pati ko kai baar tension de dete the ye.

Dandi of Kara.

Gaylord, the target point of Champa for most of the times !

Champa:

The Virender Sehwag.

Machane mein sabse aage.

The biggest Bakait of Street Play Team 2009-10.

Commonly known as BAKSI in institute.

The biggest pitaara of NON-VEG jokes.

“Kyun karte ho haay haay, kaun plaayega doodh chai”

“GAADHA GAADHA DOODH”

“Bhaiya, ham batai rahe hain tumko”

Dekho bhaiya. Team ko ‘bhaiya’ bolne ki gandi aadat inhone hi dalwayi hai.

“Haaw, Dekh Liya”

The biggest maintainer of Nar Khopcha with Kaddu.

He was the reason of cough strokes to most of the members of the team during Antaragini bus.

Advertiser of Gareeb Rath.

Padosi of Thulli and Kaddu.

Couldn’t play in Champions Trophy, warna triple century maarte.

Holds the patent of cricket team formation along with Pampers in Kanpur.

“Now you may kiss THE bride”

“Ab ham khana khayenge”

Dhongi Pandit with Pampers.

One of the ALTER EGO TRIO.

Ultimate Talent.

Promoter of “OoOOOOOO” which created new talents across IIT among fachchas of all the hostels during Champions Trophy practice.

Dandi of Satpura.

Champa, is the first chacha of his bhatiji.

Pushpa:

The Aashish Nehra.

Lead bowler in absence of Zaheer Khan.

Sinbad The Sailor.

Inhe garv hai ki ye ek Entrepreneur hain.

IIT mein band baji padi hai, IIM ke sapne dekhte hain.

Sabji bechne ka kaam karta hai saala.

Spoke out the honourable dialogue at Antaragini-

“IIT Delhi prastut karta hai ……….”

DnD meeting mein Sharad Panwar ki khud hi le lete hain.

Naukri to le lein ye Das is jeb mein Das us jeb mein.

Chacha of bhatiji again.

Holds the privilege of having KAALA DHAN.

“Kya prabhu, din bhar chalate rehte ho.

Bhare baithe hain, maa kassam yahin baras denge”

Ho aao Doodh lelo hoye.

Slim and Trim.

Hero of our film !!!

Very cool minded.

“Achcha achcha ……”

“Ab bas kya hi batayein tumko”

Prefers to live in his own Tashan !!!!!

Snapshots wrongly portray him as a decent person.

Led his team to Champions Trophy final with Yuvraj and Kapil.

His team also consisted of players like Dinesh Mongia, JP Yadav and Joginder Sharma.

Jai Kumaon.

Polar Bear:

Arey Venkatesh Prasad …………… yaad hai Antaragini mein kaise tumne Robin Singh ke saath team ko lead kiya tha, jab Sachin aur Sehwag ne tumhe Venkatesh bana diya tha.

Polar Bear finally got a dialogue, that too, the biggest honour to speak-

“……….. Entrepreneurship”

The most experienced player in the team with Robin and Sachin.

Hehehe

ALTER EGO TRIO.

Has the patent of Talent Scene with Kaddu.

“AAAAAAA …….  ka ….. kak …….. kaun ho tum?”

“Aao. Chad jao mere sir par.”

“OoOOOOOOO Manager Sahib !!”

Hamri Dhanno.

“MOW”

[@ Sehwag – Inka to MOW bhi kata diya]

Arey Venkatesh yaad hai wo din ……… jab Kumaon Vindy ka doodh pi raha tha, aur Aravali ne  tum dono ka doodh nikaala tha.

Polar Bear smells beautiful.

Last year’s name was Rosy.

But Polar Bear is the HUGE hit.

Chacha of Bhatiji again.

Team Director for Formation Stuff.

Has a DEEP knowledge of bones, muscles, viens, artillaries, tendons and ligaments of hands, head, legs, thighs and all remaining body parts.

Is very regular ….. takes a bath every month.

Very sincere though.

Arey bhaai, Vindy ka Dandi hai aakhir !!!!!

Played with Sachin in last year World Cup (along with Kapil)

We Love Polar Bear.

Pampers:

The Sachin Tendulkar.

He holds the maximum number of records to his name.

A few of them are –

The concept of Nar and Maada.

The concept of Nar Khopcha.

Civil Khopcha.

“Pati Patni aur WO” ke Pati.

Maang mein sindoor bhar dete hain.

“Sanam mere Jasraj”.

“Mare Hue Gulaab”

Patent of PDEMRS.

Patent of creation of Papa, Mummy, Daddy, Patni, WO, Mausi, Bua and Aunty in IIT Delhi.

Pyaara Saja hai tera dwaar _____ (Bha/Tha) wani

Played the role of Janmejay and Talli in practice sessions with Chops.

Never given a scene to make with Thulli.

Patni ke saath kisaan bane the.

The author of this blog post.

“Arey bitiya, badi na hui ab tak ……. Lo doodh piyo !!!!!”

“Achcha oooooooo seher wali dairy?”

Dhongi Pandit with Champa.

Detective X.

Was the temporary Baba in Antaragini.

Takes a lot of drugs before final matches (Strepcils, TUQ-D, Betadine gargles)

Holds the patent of Cricket Team formation with Sehwag’s help.

Holds the creation of so many perodies which were never included in the final performance 😛

Poorest in formation making.

Singer.

Dreaming to be an author.

Poet.

Has infinite capacity to speak.

His HAGGNA talent is recognised not only in Street Play Team, but everywhere in IIT and other spheres of life.

Pampers and Thulli are world famous.

Dandi of Aravali.

Ambe Maata ki Ardaas.

Te ne te ne ne ne ne

Bolo sachche darbaar ki jay.

Dyros ke bare mein ham nahi likhte.

Wo mahaan hain.

Wo Kapil aur Dev hain.

Unke liye shabd bahot kam hain.

Unke liye ITC fraud hai.

Bhagwaan unko shaanti de.

Bas itna hi bolenge –

P-D-E-M-R-S

P mane PROTAGONIST.

D mane DEPICT.

E mane AUNTREPRENEUR ……. ( 🙂 )

M mane MEDIOCRE

R mane REDUNDANT

S mane _________

Na bachcha na. Sabr kar bachcha . Batayenge …….. ek ek karke har fanda clear karenge. Lekin aaj nahi, PARSO.

Kyunki yahin tak tha aapka hamara saath.

Jaate jaate sunte jaayiye ………

Baba ka gaana number

EK SAU SAAT

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Nazibullah ko latkaya tha na Kabul mein, GSKG chaida, Taliban Al-Qaida.]

 

Longest Comment on “Atheist in Love”

Comment posted by my friend Sonia Bhatia on “Atheist in Love”

hmmm……. nice post!!

you know what, sometimes i feel that you’ve got that habit of making simple things complicated …

n i know that u arent an atheist at all, an atheist who doesnt believe in God doesnt like to talk bout theism at all… u call urself to be an atheist in love… but it happens to be your favourite topic (when i say favourite topic m not talkin bout the blogs only )… its something that u like observing, something that u r tryin to discover, something that u want…

pata nai log tere single hone pe hairan kyun hote hain… mujhe zyada hairani tab hoti jab tu kehta k teri koi girlfriend hai ya kabhi thi… 90% ppl who write blogs on relationships are actually single..

n then if stage 1 describes being in a relationship… i guess its incomplete the way u’ve written bout it.. its just 25% of the whole thing…there’s much more than jus these silly status updates n romantic songs n chattin on phone or gtalk.. .. yes, much more….sometimes u urself dont understand y u love a dumbo n wierdo like him,,, sometimes u r angry with him wen he ignores u, doesnt call or doesnt pick ur call.. n u feel like hatimg him wenever u have a fight … but u jus cannot hate him coz u love him so much..u donno y though.. he’s the one who makes u smile most of the time..he’s the one who makes u laugh at his silly pjs…..its wen he says sorry in his wierd style that u feel happy.. wenever u r together u feel more than just happy.. its wen u sort out his problems that u feel glad,, n wen he thanks u for the same u actually feel proud,, u r always able to give him a solution coz somehow you feel that his problems are yours..wenever u cry, he’s the one who always says… ‘tu rote hue bilkul achchhi nahi lagti..please chup ho ja.. u look damn hot wen u smile… mere liye hi sahi… smile once’…so he makes u feel that even he loves u the same way… though he rarely expresses that (yes, guys are pathetic at expressing their feelings)…u get to know something new about him wenever u talk to him..he’s often surprised at the way u send so many lengthy msgs to him at one go n the way u call him so many times wenever he is ill,jus to check if he is takin medicines properly or not.. things are beautiful at times, at times compicated… u need to have that mutual understanding, that committment, that faith …he feels that he is lucky to have a girl like u in his life… but again he rarely expresses that..now u might feel that this is the viewpoint of a girl, but then m sure that even for guys, its much more than just the knighthood of having a bandi….

haan main bhi is baat ko manti hoon k bina kisi relationship k koi stage 1 aur stage 2 ko experience kar sakta hai..

stage 2 k log yar… kisi k liye frustate kyun hote hain… life has to move on…waise bhi there are many other important things in life… to hell with these crushes…..

well you can always love urself even wen u r in stage 1 … you can always wait for a hot chick when u r in stage 1…intellectual, intelligent, talented, ..whatever adjectives you might like to use…. a person in stage 1 can be as good as the ‘atheist’ u have described in stage 3… m still not getting y u r proud to be one…

lets see… main stage 1 mein bilkul nahi hoon, stage 2 impossible…m very very happy being single n i don think that one needs to be in a relationship to be happy..even i love everythin n everyone around me, m loved by all too… still m not in stage 3… wait … this is absolutely ridiculous… y m i analysing things like u …. this is really idiotic..kehna padhega tere likhne ka style kamaal ka hai.. one starts thinking bout what u write.. ek pal k liye hi sahi….

u see… love isnt like a topic in physics, chem or maths jiski classification, categories hon,,,,, jiski koi rules ya properties hon….so there’s no point studyin it like this… it is something meant to be felt, experienced, enjoyed!!!

let things be… if u think this type of an idea of being a so called love atheist keeps u happy.. then continue thinking the same way.. but i think that u r confused ,,, ur thoughts arent that clear…i feel that one should simply accept things as they are.. situation to situation n person to person depend karta hai tum is sab se kaise deal karte ho..

in general,, agar jo tumhe pasand hai wo already committed ho to accept karo ise, aage badho, agar stage 2 type situation uski wajah se aati hai to jane do sali ko, wo hi tumhe deserve nahi karti thi… loss usi ka hai tumhara nahi..
future me kuch bhi ho sakta hai yar… ho sakta hai tere ko wo perfect bandi mil jaye… ya koi aisi jo khud tere paas aye jiski stage 1 tujhse shuru ho k tujhpe khatm hoti ho…who knows..tu khud bhi nahi predict kar sakta k tu kab tak ye so called atheist ban k rehne wala hai…abhi kisi bhi possibilty k bare me mat soch..waise bhi u are jus 19… bahut kuch baki hai explore karne ko aur bahut time bhi hai abhi… love is a mysterious thing,, let it be mysterious.. jitna use jaanne ki koshish karoge utna confusion badhega,,jab use simply accept karoge ..waqt aane pe wo simple aur beautifu; lagne lagega… jo hoga har case me jis baat se tujhe khushi milti hai wo hi kar…keep that ‘i m committed to myself’ attitude always..

don think that main intentionally contradict kar rahi thi har baat ko.. i jus keep on writin whatever comes to my mind.. as usual .. likhte likhte lamba comment ho hi jata hai…
no offences meant (ye likhne ki aadat padh gayi hai )!

PS to Sonia:

Tarun Kaushik’s record broken 🙂

 

Youngistan – The Nation Awaits

The definition of a college in India has certainly changed over last twenty years. May be that’s the reason my parents ask me again and again – What you all youngsters exactly do at IIT? Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to answer them till today!

Probably this is the root cause of Generation Gap – lack of communication. We talk to our parents about our marks, our studies (if we really do that), our friends with whom we talk on phone while at home, the menu of Hostel mess, what we wear, what we purchase, but we really never talk to them about us, what we feel like when we experience different aspects of college life, our ups and downs in what we call our ‘personal lives and relationships’ of which we no more consider our parents to be a part!

Whatever, this blog post isn’t about Generation Gap, rather, just yet another of my arbit vellapanti, this time something on today’s youth like me and you.

A close look at an IITian’s busy day out at IIT-

(Not all IITians are alike. Also, this refers to IITD, I don’t know about other IITs)

Wakes up at 7:50, has to get ready for the 8’O clock lecture, brushes his teeth, goes to washbasin for a bath (rather say, a quick shampoo), this is optional however, in place of bathing, he can choose taking a bread pakoda from the mess while running in hurry to catch the Institute bus. Of course, he misses the bus, rickshaws are not available, he runs and walks like a penguin, reaches the class at 8:15, says ‘Sorry Sir’ (however, most professors aren’t concerned about someone coming late), looks here and there as to see who all of his friends are present, makes notes, by 8:30 he yawns, asks for Delhi Times from someone generous like Tulsani or Rathi,

 

moves out at 9, calls his club secretary for the pending work of the previous day (he must be a member of some club or cell or society at IIT), gets a call from a junior who is worried about his bad performance in latest minors, replies him saying ‘I will call later, take care’ , reaches classroom at 9:05, makes notes properly, may be professor is worth listening, gets info in between the class to send some important mail to somebody regarding marketing or publicity of the upcoming fest, doesn’t reply because free messages have finished, comes out at 10, he doesn’t have class till 11, suddenly remembers some important work of some other club, asks for pen drive in the campus, calls a fresher in hostel to bring some book or someone’s pen drive when he comes to Insti, receives at least 10 calls from different people regarding different works regarding ordering of posters or dresses for the event or light and sound system, realises that battery is soon going to be discharged, asks for BL-5C battery in the campus, if he is free from 11 also, he can go to Sarojini Nagar or Nehru Place or Munirka or Green Park to arrange for items mentioned above, meanwhile, moves to Computer Science Centre (CSC) to get quick internet to mail some stored file to some professor or some club secretary or to send some personal urgent mail to a friend,

 

gets back to class at 11, receives sms regarding club meeting at 12’O clock at Wind-T (entrance into Institute’s building) , meeting goes a bit long as different reps from different hostels don’t agree unanimously on some event rules or point policy, rushes to hostel at 12:30 for lunch with some friend, buys free sms Top Up from juice shop, calls the junior who had called earlier and talks to him regarding what to study now and what not to study now, no time for juice or fruits, takes lunch, receives a call while eating to bring some file to the lab when he returns to Insti, has to charge the cell and talk to some senior regarding hostel practice of some event, rushes back to Insti,

 

reaches the tutorial till 1:15, gets freedom from the lab till 4, meanwhile in the lab, receives calls from Secy to do some work at Green Park at 5, gets a call from a friend to meet at 5 in Insti, haven’t met for days, receives a call from the Insti Dramatics Team to meet at Wind-T for a small get-together at 5, receives a call from classmates to gather in Reading Room for making next day’s group lab file at 5, completes all these works till 7 one by one, reaches hostel,

 

meanwhile, calls mumma and papa for a hi, says a hi to roomy when he enters his room, opens up his lappy and checks and replies to a few mails, opens up his orkut out of habit, thinks of a new status message to edit as he sees others changing theirs in Friends’ Updates, catches up with someone from his year who is practicing for the upcoming hostel comp, decides and plans about the practice of today and takes a quick dinner, starts practice till 8, takes a break at about 11 for refreshment, himself has to arrange for it, has to go for a short Bday party of a friend at FX, meets some other friends there, returns by 12:30, practice resumes by 1, practice ends till 3, some final discussion among involved seniors and yearmates till 3:30, returns back to room and knocks, sleeping roomy shouts, is off to sleep till 3:45, this time, he remembers to put his cell on charging!

 

Hoooffffff ……………………

May be you are wrongly interpreting. This post isn’t about a busy IITian, it is about Youngistan, Just think for a while and you encounter a close thesis into the demeanour of life today’s young generation is exposed to. Today, the Young Indian in a reputed or say, affordable by all college has all the access to the whereabouts of this world, be it current affairs or the social infrastructure. The world owes unlimited access to him of all the knowledge related to his studies, in the form of books and after all, through internet. He accelerates on the inroads into 21^st century India’s Corporate World through marketing opportunities and growing entrepreneurship. Widely diversified talents and most importantly, the opportunities to bring them up not just in the form of hobbies but also as manicurely manifested professions.

Definitely, such a Young India wasn’t present twenty five years ago when my father was graduating!

 

Today’s Young India is too busy! It receives two calls at a time throughout the day. It has got girlfriends, boyfriends and so- called relationships, both on emotional and sexual front. It has got each and every latest movie and song album downloaded on its laptop. It flies on legacy of bikes and Honda Cities with branded earphones plugged through i-Pods. It reads unimaginable wide range of e-books starting from popular fiction to philosophy to psychology to science. It has hundreds of friends and communities on social networking sites spread throughout the nation.

Young India finds meditation, Yoga and Ayurveda interesting. It browses and reads Sri Sri Ravishankar, Deepak Chopra, Robin Sharma and Anuj Khare. Young India comes on the streets for a cause of national and social importance. It doesn’t feel embarrassed bearing the lathis of Delhi Police at India Gate at a public procession. Young India is independent to EXPRESS – through emails, through personal mobile phones, through blogs, through social networking sites. Young India is bold enough to set its status ‘committed’ on orkut in front of the whole world. Today, teenagers are bold enough to tell their mothers that Dev.D is a critic’s movie, you must watch it. I watched the 11’O clock show of Dev.D at night with two girls.

Youngistan Works.

Youngistan Spends.

Youngistan Enjoys.

But the picture isn’t same fruitful everytime and for all.

Youngistan indulges itself into complicated love affairs, triangles, quadrilaterals and polygons and loose tracks from their potential lives. They search their hostel LAN and google not for something productive, rather they type ‘s-e-x’ or ‘p-o-r-n’ on search bars to look for some fifteen minutes of sexual excitement. Girls don’t feel odd in speaking bh****** and boys keep innovating new vocabulary. Youngistan takes smoking as a habit, no one stops them, drinks heavily often, no one stops them. Youngistan diffracts its infinite potential in useless deeds of the world and no one stops them. If someone stops, they don’t listen. Those to whom they listen are the ones responsible of not stopping them. Youngistan often slips into depression over personal dissatisfactions. Youngistan faces tough competition at every stage of their tender lives, leading to stress and tensions. If it was not enough, it often doesn’t receive support from families and friends.

Youngistan is Rapid.

Youngistan is Eventful.

Youngistan is Trial and Error.

Youngistan is different from the lives of their parents and grandparents.

I personally feel a Generation Gap even between me and my freshers!

Of course, I didn’t include the smaller cities and villages into my this account of Young India.

Young India inhibits infinite genes of valuable reproduction of progress and development. Needless to say, I don’t find myself and other IITians contributing in any or the other way in India’s progress. But then, I Am Youngistan and I can do that!

This is the belief which rushes adrenaline within us.

With a hope that I bring some development at least to me if not the nation at first in next semester, I retire from blogging for four months!

Snehil Basoya.

[A wonderful blogging year throughout! Last semester saw my blog hits increase from as far as 3000 to currently 13000! All because of benevolent readers and those who just hit, but don’t read! Thanks to everyone. I require a short break from my busy life and blogging as well, I hope you all understand and cooperate! So lets meet again in May 2010.

 

However, I will come up with one more post dedicated to my Street Play mates “Jaago Re 2010”, I may even ping in this blog is someday I feel writing some arbit stuff suddenly! Till then, thanks a lot, keep reading, good bye J

 

Snehil Basoya]

 

Atheist in Love

Now, after Love Aaj Kal, this is my first post on Love and Relations. Quite a long time indeed, a complete semester almost. But I still feel that Love Aaj Kal was a completely arbitrary post, a production from a sanki mind of me. Similarly, Pyaar Mein Kabhi Kabhi was another sudden and spontaneous outburst of feelings. So in a way, this one titled as “Atheist in Love” comes directly after Relations And Functions.

 

Atheist in a dictionary refers to someone who doesn’t believe in God. My Atheist is someone who doesn’t believe in Love which exists in today’s world. The way an atheist frames his own definition of God and spirituality, my atheist has got his own created thoughts and landscapes of love. Love in today’s teenagers’ lives. Love which I have got bored of describing in different words again and again.

The life of a teenager like us goes through several stages in love relations.

Stage I

 

Falling in love,

or reaching a stage when you can say that you really like someone,

finding someone compatible with you,

deciding to propose someone,

spending time with someone,

enjoying a relationship,

merrying with the ‘knighthood’ of having a bandi,

going on dates,

or just brief lunches if not dinners,

chating for hours and hours on gtalk with your girl,

changing status messages again and again,

changing pics on orkut,

prefering those cropped from the ones in which you are posing with her,

messaging on her cell and receiving the same from her more than required,

meeting in parks by making sudden on the spot plans,

your desktop pic changes,

the one with her,

your display pic on mobile changes,

the one with her,

you change it however whenever you go home,

you listen too much romantic songs,

and in every song, you feel as if it is written for you and her,

you often listen sitting with her,

you may also send too many newly discovered songs to her through mails and bluetooth,

making fun of each other for silly things,

missing each other,

 

………… and numerous lovely events and instances which you remember forever.

Generally, in many of the cases, this Stage I is lucky enough to continue forever or for long time. But this blog post isn’t for those lucky ones! Lolz! Lets be more practical. Lets move to –

Stage II

Break-up or Break-down,

situations change of course,

numerous reasons,

I have already written a lot on them,

loneliness,

thoughts scatter,

mind dwells in lethargy,

your footsteps change their directions without telling you,

you listen to songs,

and feel that they were once written for you,

your choice may change,

poetry attracts more now,

you go to parks,

this time alone,

you go for lunch and dinner,

with other friends who keep talking on the food table and you are lost in your own world,

you suddenly realize that you need to get involved with new people,

but you don’t know how to do that,

you feel the world is conspiring against you,

you are in a constant quest to find new ways to come out of memories,

to find new horizons,

but constant are irritations,

frustrations,

negativity,

you get excited by occasional positivity and calmness,

prolonged negativity when accumulated can even lead to depressions in such a young age,

 

………….. the fact remains that life becomes a mystery for you which you keep trying to figure out, but rather, keep plunging yourself into inferno of heaving with blind and deaf senses.

Well, not everyone takes break-ups so seriously, but this blog is not for those 😛

Lets be more practical, lets move to-

Stage III

Atheist

 

I haven’t got a girlfriend yet, but I must say that I have experienced these two stages very well. (This would again raise several questions for Aayush and Pallavi who keep asking me again and again through their comments on my previous posts!) Currently, for some considerable time being, I am in the Stage III. So may be, this time, I am writing unbounded about me.

An atheist doesn’t even care about his crushes and infatuations, leave alone love. When he travels in buses, he keeps his side seat vacant waiting for some hot chick to come and share the journey. At least, there must be something or the other eventful in the boredome of Indian traffic signals. An atheist walks left and eyes glued on right when someone hot with sunsilked hair and showering fragrance crosses for a moment.

An atheist feels very less perturbed by emotions, he is driven by his mind, not by heart. An atheist dumps his past into a dustbin. He doesn’t believe in recapitulating. He believes in rejuvenation. He still tunes to parks, this time, lost in his own world, not in the world of someone else. He mixes well with people. People mix well with him. He feels as if the whole world is conspiring FOR him. He never feels lethargic, is always on his toes, willing to do something new every time.

The mindset of an atheist doesn’t get altered by orkut updates, movie songs, negativity dissolved all around him. Food looks tasty, no matter how ugly it may be. Every thing in this universe looks beautiful.

Intellectual.

Intelligent.

Talent.

Resourceful.

The Love Quotient of an Atheist is very large, despite the fact that he isn’t in a relationship. But he is in love with himself. An Atheist has left his relations far behind, his affinity for girls far lost in oblivion of himself and his vulnerable heart given a perennial rhythmic beat rather than hitherto erratica of circulations.

An Atheist feels more like a Guru than a mere person.

He enjoys silence. He enjoys calmness. He enjoys himself.

An Atheist is a spiritual self realisation of himself. An Atheist in Love loves this world far more than any love bird in this universe!

Proud to be an Atheist in Love.

 

Snehil Basoya.

 

Tuzuk-i-Babri

Chapter One of The Report of Liberhan Ayodhya Commission of Enquiry begins with the following anecdote:

 

“For some, the temptation of power is supreme. The usual means of acquiring power is through politics. There is always an urge and quest to use politics for acquiring power and for one’s own purpose – nothing matters beyond political desirable results, however achieved. In the process of acquisition of power, the consequence of the process on the institution, the nation, individuals and the society as a whole does not matter. Life itself becomes politicised. Objectivity or intellectual honesty or logic is lost in the process. To acquire the political power or achieve the politically desirable results, constitution, law, written or unwritten moral ethics, epics are contemptuously ignored. Healthy or legitimate process of governance is not cared for and political neutrality is lost.”

Pity on Justice M.S.Liberhan. Took an epic 17 years to come out with a much-hyped, eagerly anticipated enquiry on one of the most catastrophe events in the realms of Indian Secularism, and guess what! He comes out with 1000 pages of explicit facts which are derived from media reports, videos, journalists, in short, everything which we already know from the burials of Babri Maszid.

The report doesn’t give a solution to the existing problem. (Countries like Australia make it mendatory for a commission to give recommendations and also expect through constitution the government to implement them) But right here, a question erupts in my mind: Is there really a PROBLEM? The Commission was set up to probe into the demolition circumstances. But everyone in India knows that L.K.Advani, Murli Manohar Joshi and Vijiya Raje Scindhia were present at the demolition site on 6^th December 1992 with prominent leaders of VHP, RSS and even Shiv Sena along with thousands of kar sevaks leading the mob to break the mosque right in front of the nation, thus putting up a point of Hindu supremacy with cynical boldness. Did we need a written proof of minute per minute succession of events? Why do we keep waiting for someone to TELL us?

If yes, then Justice Liberhan wasted 8 crores of public money and 17 years of his life in publishing something obvious.

If no, then we definitely ought something more rigorous and beneficial for the nation. An answer to the still continuing temple-mosque debate. A solution to the construction of Ram Mandir. A solution to the deteriorated Indian Secularism. The report fails to do that.

I must say RSS is definitely an interesting topic. Its ideology speaks of creating a Hindu nation. Wow! That would be great! They say the mosque was constructed after killing the then existing Ram Mandir. Lets assume it to be correct. (Archeological findings do prove it) So RSS and VHP decide to break down the mosque one day justifying their demand of temple construction by saying that the site was birth place of Lord Rama. Quite interesting!

The mosque was more than 400 years old. Lets assume that Babur and his men broke the Ram temple. Even then, how can someone logical and rational bring about such a shameful event of Destroying the mosque as far in 1992, ages after that doubtful incident. How would that help in bringing about Hindu superiority? Was it a correct step, if not justified, in a mission of creating a Hindu nation? Does destroying a holy site of another religion make your religion superior than the other?

Lord Rama is an ideology in India, he is a concept adopted by crores of secular citizens in this nation. There are definitely religious sentiments involved, but he would never ask his fellowmen to break a mosque and build his temple.

People confuse ideology with politics.

I don’t know why there is so much debate on Atal Bihari Vajpayee. He has been a prominent member of Sangh right from his youthful days. RSS has shaped his political career and his lifelong ideologies and rules governing his life. Ofcourse, if he is personally not approved of something decided by RSS, he can’t go for a media bashing saying he is breaking all his ties with his alma mater.

He did the same in 1992. He kept silence. And this doesn’t rule out that he is a criminal. But I also doubt if watching so much dreadful happen in front of his eyes would have been pleasing or satisfying. We must acknowledge that despite governing the centre for 6 years, his priorities included Indo-Pak relations, trade with USA and rural empowerment. We must not forget that BJP rose to power with one of the chief motives highlighted in the manifesto: Re- Construction of Ram Temple, which they could never fulfil. Just imagine where BJP could have led the nation in those 6 years. Be it the fear of minority loose-out or something else, I must say, Vajpayee’s governance was definitely influential.

Governances generally fail the litmus test in crucial times, it has been observed. Just take Vajpeyee’s example. Gujarat riots demanded his firm intervention, but he couldn’t, just because it was not in the manifesto of party high command to even TRY to stop the riots. P.V. Narsimha Rao is surprisingly not indicted in Liberhan Report, despite the fact that he himself had admitted in his autobiography that he was very well aware of the hour per hour updates of Babri Demolition. Still, he was silent. Justice Liberhan may have took 17 years in framing his mythology, but may be he MISSED OUT some things of significant importance.

India knew everything about the deeds and doers of 6^th December, 1992. But why did India never initiated to punish them for they were the reason of Bombay riots in December 1992 and January 1993. For they were the root cause why Hindus and Muslims all over India looked towards each other in suspicion for months, the bonds of secularism were deeply burnt alive. For those were probably the root cause of Muslim Underworld rulers to carry out Bombay serial blasts in 1993, the Black Friday.

We in India are aware of everything. We set up commissions to probe on. We wait for them for years. When they come, we debate on them in parliament. We then wait for our Supreme Court to take initiative. Generally, the government itself condemns and rejects most of these commissions putting an end to the stories forever, without any answer.

Suddenly, the corpse is brought out of the grave, tempting us to think what’s the significance left NOW. The country has reached new heights in last two decades in every field. (It should be noted that Babri debacle almost coincided with Economic Liberalization) The economic structure has changed, so has the social framework. The report has made no recommendations or solutions and has created an unnecessary fuehrer in media-dominated days of today. I haven’t seen or met a Hindu complaining that Ram Mandir be built in Ayodhya. How does it matter me whether there is a temple or mosque in the city! Today’s citizen doesn’t have reasons to think in illogical terms.

Politicians definitely have a reason to carry this debate for years – their vote bank.

As I stated earlier, people confuse ideology with politics.

The question is not about whether there was a temple or a mosque. The question is – WHAT NEXT?

My next blog (after a longer gap) …………….. Atheist in Love.

My 6^th blog post in the series of Love and Relations.

Snehil Basoya.

 

In Introspect:Semester Three

 

The Retrospect isn’t complete. There still remain a lot of things to be told, to be shared, to be introspected! Thanks to people’s comments saying about ‘incompleteness’ of my previous blog, I am tempted to pour down whatever and who-so-ever of my arbit thoughts in this blog post.

Placements are on, and I can see my seniors putting on their batting pads walking down the pavilion. Just a few days back I had entered IIT Delhi and the same seniors had come out passing their 4^th semesters.

My fourth semester is standing in front of me. Time runs so fast! Sometimes I wish engineering could have been 5 year-tenure for all !

1.5 years have already gone and I realize that my third semester was just the same as my previous ones – no time for myself. I have got such a poor habit of adopting the word “Others”.

I work – keeping others in mind.

 

I think – about others.

 

I compare myself – with others.

 

I talk – with others.

 

I listen – to others.

Sometimes you know, situations are far more worse. See the glimpse:

I work – never thinking of others.

 

I think – never about others, become self-centred.

 

I talk – to no one.

 

I listen – to no one.

 

Both the situations are bad I suppose. Lets take an example. I refused Neshan, Tulsani and Sachan to take freshers to PAHS, EDLC and Hindi Samiti events when street play practices were going on. Why? Coz that time I wore a blinding scarf on my eyes which didn’t allow me to see anything except for the street play which I was directing. Today, I think I shouldn’t have done that.

Why I often change my extremes, I don’t know. Why I become too much sentimental at times and stonehearted the other day. To such an extent that the same situation produces just the opposite reaction and action from me. If someone asks me on Monday, I will say Yes. But if the same question is asked to me on, say, Friday, I will say No. Someday, I am naturally cool with my friends. But the other day, I HAVE to be cool.

Why does it happen that sometimes I need no one to be with me, talk with me and prefer to be all alone. But sometimes, I starve for someone to be with me, to listen me, to speak to me.

Sometimes, my friends want to be with me, but I am not in a mood. But sometimes, when I need them, ofcourse, they are busy. Then I regret.

 

Sometimes, I ignore someone, the same person brings me something good. But sometimes, I wish so much for a particular person, he ignores me!

 

Why do I often become an attention seeker? Does it reflect that something is weak within? Something on emotional or psychological front? Something due to too many expectations, or due to no expectation at all? Am I over-confident or under-confident?

Lets take another example. I often receive phone calls from my school friends. But I hardly receive them. Why? Coz 99% times I am busy in some stuff, and the rest of times, I am enjoying the rare free time in a day. I choose not to compromise with that rare rest. Still, what I can do is, receive a call and tell them that I am busy. But then, I hesitate to do that. Why? I don’t know. The result – Missed Calls accumulating, so is the guilt.

Is it good or bad? Bad in the sense that I am loosing contact with my old friends, or good in the sense that I am not wasting my time in trivial gossips on phone and properly utilizing my time in work. I don’t know. Why do I think too much on good and bad? Even that raises a question – is it good …….. or bad?

Don’t know how I was able to write so many things in a go! Just had two or three points to discuss before beginning. My mind runs a lot abstract in abstract directions. I deviated completely from where I had begun. Don’t know how to conclude. Don’t know how to get answers to this question bank created.

Finally after a gap of one and a half years, I have got a break of 25 days when I can go back to where I was after clearing JEE. Just imagine an ideal situation :

I work – for myself

 

I think – about myself

 

I compare – with myself

 

I talk – to myself

 

I listen – to myself

Now without thinking in terms of good or bad this time, lets starve for this ideal state of mind. Lets assume it to be perfect. Lets suppose it a goal. I think 25 days are enough for a proper introspection!

My next blog ………….. Tuzuk-e-Babri on Babri Mosque and Librahan Commission.

Snehil Basoya.

 

In Retrospect: Semester Three

It started with a piggy bank full of expectations; expectations of me from myself. Of being a responsible Dance and Dramatics Rep of Aravali Hostel. Of being a responsible student. Of being a responsible son of proud parents. Of being a responsible friend of my friends. And I am happy to be responsible enough to all these responsibilities throughout the sem.

Somehow I feel as if my responsibility to myself was put beneath the dump of these responsibilities towards others. If something didn’t work this sem, it was due to my own irresponsibility towards my own self. Taking care of myself, thinking about myself, these were some of the numerous prospects which went washed out in thinking about ‘other’ things of this world. The sem, as always, was a gradual learning experience in all- in acads, in drams, in friendships and of course the field of my specialisation, Love and Relations.

August began and I entered into the world of Duo Dance, the Inter-Hostel event. My first stint as the Dandi. Handling things on my own hand for the first time. A great experience afterall ……… without a single choreographer in the hostel, no one to guide on the dance steps, no one to supervise practices ………. Kudos to Parth Nyati and Ritwik Manan, our dancers, who created the steps on their own, practiced on their own and produced a performance which commanded appreciation from everyone. I watched the practices throughout the night, and it was then that I became aware for the first time, the amount of hard work dancers put for their each and every dance step!

Next step into the world of Drams was auditions for Rendezvous 2009. I was fortunate enough to help seniors in taking auditions for Street Play with Aditya, having already performed last year. Both of us got selected in Hindi Stage Play after a week full of round after round auditions. Practices started. But by another week, both of us had realized where our ‘feeling’ remains; back to IIT-D Street Play team! Our affinity for Street theatre as well as Janmejay and Manoj (Street Play Directors, pic below!) pulled we two back …………… today, I am proud to be a part of one of the most wonderful teams of IIT Delhi. I will come up with a complete blog on the Team-Street Play 2009.

Inter-Hostel Street Play was definitely something for which a major lot of people was looking forward for a prize in Aravali Hostel. Fortunately, I got my co-dyro in Himanshu Geed, a radical mind ………. Me and Geed worked as the Directors for the first time, working on the script and scenes and roles and everything about Street Play. Lalit was always there to support, not to forget contributions from Nikit (hailed as Mr. Gupta, just ask him the next time you encounter, “Bhabhi kaisi hai?”) , Pampy  and RC. I can very well remember those long night discussions in Guest Room sitting on lappies, discussing on each and every possible concept about Corruption and dialogues. Thanks a lot to Daddy (Avikant) for his final day timely support, Cultu (Mohit) for reasonable barriers on finances, Machchar and RamD for refinement and final direction, Prateek Singh, Mohit Agarwal, Rathor (EDLC studs) for beneficial inputs and so on. A final Hurray for the debutant fachchas …….. Neeraj, Shubhranshu, Chona, Sahu, Dattani, Parth, Rajat and Harsh.

Har Safed Baal Kaala Bana Lo proved out to be the best street play of my life ever. Not so extraordinary, but loved by all, appreciated by all Play by Aravali.

Academics was definitely a setback this semester. Not in absolute terms, but relatively. I had a golden opportunity for a “Perfect 10” in Structures. But overconfidence in preparation and underconfidence during exam costed me my second “dassi” at IIT. Ended up with a disappointing 7 instead. Screwing up Hydraulics Majors costed me a downfall of grade in direct 6 credits! SG for this sem was a mess ……. Thanks to poor exam temperament and arbitrary relative grading.

The semester gave a lot many memories to carry on in future. It gave the Civil Department new discoveries like KG, Osho, Bhavya, Sikka and so on. Everyone knows how many people like DD and Tulsani deserved a lot more than they have achieved, on account of their hard work. “Janta” rocked throughout the sem. Baba always rocks. So were the numerous terms introduced by the KG-DD duo. Chhotu will always remember in his life how big “Lassu” he is. (He is a CP infact!) Bhediya kept barking his deeds before every exam, “Maine to kuch bhi nahi padha hua, kuch bhi nahi aata” and came out with almost dassi everywhere! Mr. Nikit Gupta became a lot famous after the LIC mishap. The fact however remains that Baba, Tulsani and Anny have to keep patience until Boss remains in the picture with Mr. Gupta. Gurnani was the one who remained asleep even when the tiger passed our gypsy in Jim Corbett Park, Neshan kept frustrating me throughout past four months with his rubbish nonsenses in the room and his “faiku” stories. Mahender is a good chap infact, always accompanied me to juice shop whenever I had my wallet vacant. Pallavi was the only girl in IIT who tied me a Rakhi. Unfortunately, I couldn’t break Tiwari’s record of having dinner with 4 girls at Sippy at a time. During the end of the semester, I got a nice piece of advice from Geed – go for a trip with friends without a girl in the group.  I did that in Nainital, it was a new experience; and a learning one. There were so many code words you know ………. Significant for different people …….. Decency, Blue, Discount, 22.5%, present value ke bhakt, and so on. Total masti throughout!

And finally, my saviours in all times- Ankur, Anshu and Kiran Didi, wonderful sem indeed.

The sem taught me hard work, commitment and satisfaction in every field. There were definitely some health problems (3 times viral fever and 2 month delicate throat due to street play), but new strength is always the reward. Hope to see another great sem in 2010.

3 semesters gone.

5 remaining.

…………. Bring them on!!

Snehil Basoya

 

Mumma wants a Bahu

[Dedicated to my dear mumma ! ]

My mom is really worried regarding what sort of Bahu’s gonna hit the home. All mummas are the same worried types I suppose. Or may be they get worried once their sons reach closer to 20 (I am yet to reach 19). There are a lot of factors which contribute to mummas’ worries: (I have caught a bad habit of writing in points!)

1)      A single neighbourhood where talks are proceeding related to a son’s marriage is sufficient enough to initiate such worries.

2)      Given the son has got a lot many friends among girls (I am one of those lucky chaps) which in turn, have got a lot of variety, mumma is bound to have worries. (Mind it, I have written ‘friends among girls’, not ‘girlfriends’)

3)      Too many messages from the females in N-70 inbox, a bunch of pics in lappy, in collaboration with the son sitting every night on gtalk whenever he comes home, son reciting stories of IIT Delhi which (surprisingly and unexpectedly) hardly involve boys.

4)      A brother of the son who has no interest in girls. A similar close friend of son who is equally close to mumma will also work.

5)      Increasing ‘unpredictability’ of girls in today’s scenario.

6)      Mumma doesn’t have a daughter. (This is, however, a redundant point I must say)

I am very extrovert and ‘chak de yaara’ types with all mummas and elder didis of the world. On the basis of my gappey with several mummas, I have observed and concluded that all of them have got a few common criterion of their “to-be-desired” bahus:

1)      The girl should be of the Same Caste. (Kataaps in the very first step. Now, the boy is left with less than .001% girls of his reach)

2)      The girl should be beautiful. Some mothers also say ‘at least decent-looking’. The definition of ‘decent-looking’ is often misleading and confusing for sons.

3)      The girl should be well-educated. (There should be someone in the home who can teach kids afterall. Mummas assume their sons to be ‘by default nalaayaks’) Graduation is a minimum criterion. Too-highly educated girls should be avoided (no offences to IIT Delhi).

4)      No girl would be ready to pass her whole life as a housewife. Hence, a job of 10 to 5 would work well.

5)      Girl shouldn’t be too short or too tall.

6)      Decent family background. (‘Decent’ is the most diplomatic word on this earth)

A survey shows that almost all the mummas in Indian cities encourage their sons to mix up freely with girls and allow them to choose involuntarily one of their own choice (or rather say, wait for a choice) and when the son comes up with the first choice of his life, 99% mummas give a rejection certificate. Most of the ‘to-be-desired’ rules stated above are discovered after such incidences. Now there are certain points which are a general criterion for today’s “rationale” and “responsible of themselves” boys: (It is desired for the readers to notice the differences and similarities between the two types of criterion)

1)      Caste no barriers.

2)      Of course, a beautiful girl is desired by one and all, but if she isn’t that beautiful, it will work provided a few given conditions.

3)      Definitely education is required. A fool with a decent degree (again ‘decent’) is fine. IIT Delhi girls are welcome. No problem in adjustment. Any mis-adjustment can be well adjusted by “understanding”.

4)      Job is surely required in times of recession. Unemployed husband with a working wife is not a bad option.

5)      Boys never decide on the basis of height.

6)      Family background should be an important point. But at the end, I am getting married to the girl, not the family.

If a girl is a close friend for quite a significant time. She understands you well. She knows your why’s and how’s irrespective of your what’s and when’s. She gives you a desired aura of being at comfort. She shares you and your responsibility. She completes you and shares your completeness. She doesn’t believe in oppositions and contrasts, rather she believes in dissolving talks which result in a result. She believes in applying what is beneficial for both. She lives in my happiness and I live in hers. She believes in a combination, not in individual struggle and successes. She believes in practical understanding at every moment of the day, to live each moment with joy- a joy in partnership when each partner has a share of 100%.

Is such a girl OK to be a wife, or lets say, even to be a girlfriend for time being. Even if she doesn’t fit into some of the rules which have been registered in an orthodox, traditional manner. Are these new criterion as I have stated possible to be satisfied in real and practical marriage life or teenage love life? Do criterion of elderly people supposedly matter, given their experience and maturity?

The problem for mumma arises when the son is more unpredictable than girls!

Next blog soon.

Snehil Basoya.

[ A short and crisp blog. More importantly, it wasn’t planned. Good to see myself having started writing spontaneous blogs within 90 minutes. Hoping to find a few answers too.]

 

The ART of Street Play

[Caution:

1) Street plays have got an infinite aperture. My domain being extremely tiny, this post refers specifically to the street play culture in IIT Delhi.

2) This is no comparison to stage plays or any other form of ART.

3) Specifically targeted for those minds in IIT Delhi (or even outside) who think that street plays are a trivial form of art, a domain minus talent minus skill minus acting minus seriousness accompanied with purposelessness, arbitrary wastage of time and energy and timepass useless bakaiti.

]

Rendezvous 2009 is over, so is my Street Play fever. Hangover still persists, but I am habitual of that! An anecdote of my 3rd street play at IIT-D will require a completely separate post (and I will come soon with it !). This one, as I have decided, would be a general approach rather than a personal one.

IITD people, as seen through a general convention, aren’t in a habit of taking Street Plays seriously. Seriously in the sense that Stage Plays are considered more ‘Artful’ and talentful often. Those involved within the Dance and Dramatics club command each and every worship of Art preformed at IITD, but for the major lot of those who aren’t, nukkad natak still remains a form which in layman’s language koi bhi kar sakta hai.

sirf hasana hi to hota hai

bas chillana hi to hota hai

sabko ek ek do do dialogue milte hain, ye kaunsa mushkil kaam hai

energy ke naam pe uchhalna koodna to ham bhi kar lein

practice mein faaltu ki exercises hoti hain, jinka koi relation hi nahi hota main play se

bina matlab raat raat bhar useless practice karwayi jaati hai

………… and the legacy continues.

These were just a few of comments and dialogues which I have got habitual of listening to in my vicinity. All of them have been spoken directly to me. Diplomats who haven’t got a farthest of far relation with dramatics criticise the way practices are held. IITians are big diplomats you know, budding analysts of futuristic India. I listen each and every word of an actor who has already done a street play, be it criticism or analysis. But for someone in a habit of ‘Analysis’, or someone who wants to prove that he too has a director’s brain, i dont have a reply for ‘their’ way of how street play should be made.

I can simply write a blog. I have got nothing else as a means of communication.

Shouting is an Art. Bringing voice from your stomach, not from your chocked throat is an Art. How to increase your volume both ways discretely and continuously is an Art. How to dissolve your voice into your senses is an Art. How to involve stomach, chest, nostrils, oesophagus and forehead in bringing out voice is an Art.

Modulating your voice is an Art. Striking an appropriate balance between the depressions and elevations in the pitch and volume is an Art. How much to inhale, how much to exhale. How much to pause. Intonation is an Art. Not just Street play, every form of play requires these basic critarian. Hence we practice them for hours.

Maintaining stamina for 25 minutes of performance is an Art. Continuous 25 minutes in  sprint. When one puts exponentially more than 100% stamina and energy, 25 minutes seem to have converge into a Black Hole. It seems as if the play has collapsed into a moment, a tiny performance. To maintain that energy, we practice our energy for hours.

Spontaenity is an Art. Street Play is a PLAY at the first place, with situations and dialogues. The games we play, the innovation we bring to our practices, the rapidness and spontaneous practice sessions, thy all imbibe something mature within us, without letting us know. Every practice, every new learning gets stored and added to our maturity and comes out as an outcome somewhere when required, when, we dont know!

Someone who is a God of Street Plays, who has done or directed numerous of them, can write off thousands of such blogs with Whats, Whys and Hows of Street Plays. But Dramatics dont work that way afterall.

Dramatics isn’t something to teach or to learn. Dramatics is about experiencing and absorbing. An individuality. A collective phenomenon. Stage and Street are an independence. A dependency. An actor reaches infinity. The same actor will reach to Zero in a different role. Acting dissolves. Acting seperates. Acting brings you to your true self. Acting makes you artificial.

These were just a few essential basics which I have learnt seriously in my hitherto one and a half year instinct at IITD. Whatever I act, whatever I perform, I try to implement whatever I have absorbed within me. Every practice, every performance absorbs something new in me. I am fortunate to be an actor who is learning continuously.

Next blog soon.

Snehil Basoya.

[ I have always welcomed criticisms, be it on blogs or on my performances. But as many already know, I get irritated when criticisms come without a reason or spine]

 

Meri Aarzoo Kaminee

It was expected to be an extravenza, it turned out to be a staggering stunner. The lightning scene transitions. Hallucinating stories sprinting parallel with each other, ultimately discovering each other wound up and entagled in a finale chaotic simplification. The wild genre of Dhan Te Nan. Frequent eruptions of background score. Tripodless camera. Elevations and depressions of the undiscovered mean ‘fides’ of hitherto unreveled and untested ‘vada pao’ of Indian cinema.Meanness with an unexpected innocence behind. Innocence accompanied with meanness. The reason behind every step taken. The ‘necessity’ of every reason. The significance of every necessity. The pros and cones of every character dependent and independent on each other simultaneously.

Eyes were an absolute blinkless affair. Senses were throughout on the verge. Vishal Bharadwaj hits straight at the cerebrum. The first movie which I didnt see leaned backwards on the comfortable Audi-1 theatre. I was consistantly acute forwards, scene after scene, blink after blink.

Finally I took a breath after  2hours and 10 minutes.

Each and every scene of Kaminey, each and every plot of its well-structured mythology made me learn in a different way altogether. The close-ups of Shahid and everyone else were worth learning for an actor like me. When and where and most importantly, HOW to take camera angles to frame which type of scene. Every scene had a specific essence, with a unique of its own background music, its own rectangular screen dimensions. The direction brought volcanic grip, analogous to a genre of Hollywood’s dark ‘fides’.

The real magic lied in the script infact. How a small stammering innocent child who passed on the edge in sixth standard due to a classmate crush who broke his heart by making fun of him, later in his life takes decision to desert his wife one hour after his marriage. How come two brothers who used to eat half-eaten fruits of squirrels together in childhood reach a stage when they are ready to kill each other for a guitar, one to save his Sveety, and the other to have a run on ‘chhota fortcut’ to success. Someone doesnt take an airline offer from a barking witness coz he loves bitches. Someone is ready to sell his fifteen year idealism of Jai Maharashtra for whimpy lures. Someone kills his dying brother to get one more phone call chance for his own life. Someone is Kamina enough to stab anyone who comes in the way to achieve blood painted stones of diamond amidst dying moments.

Everyone is ready you know, to pull ek mirchi aur do neembu out of you and drag you to a race of life where ghode bhagte nahi, girate hain. Life gives you chances accidentally- to fulfil your dreams, dreams which you dont see coz you want to achieve something; dreams which you see coz you think boundary-less infinite is possible. Har chaand pinjare mein band nahi ho sakta. Every face is a magic box- you open up a wrapper, you confront a new unexpected one. Often we dont know whether is it justified to capitulate on this available ‘chance’ which life bestowes. We decide Yes, and end up sc****** lives of ourselves and all others involved. We decide No, and end up repenting on the opportunity which ‘could have been’ ours. We often dont know what to do, when we are told and we know we can do, we pull ourselves back. Just for a lame reason that we dont know the consequences. We dont know the repercussions either. Failures make you strong – everyone says. But what when failures create a permanent fear, crippling you for the course of lifetime. Psychology may answer it, every person isnt a psychiatrist.

The concepts of Gandhigiri or Rang De Basanti dont work in every scenario. For day to day choices of small and minute steps of life, we reach an in-the-end conclusion ki ye duniya bahot hi kutti cheez hai, aur ek kutte ka ek hi jawab ho sakta hai- Kaminey.

My exuberance awaits for yet another marvel from Vishal Bharadwaj. After Imtiaz Ali, I can knight someone with the Cult Status in my eyes.

Kabhi ham kaminey nikle

Kabhi doosre kaminey

…………… here is revealed the truth of life.

Snehil Basoya.

[I withdrew my name from the Rendezvous Stage Play Team and have joined the Street Play. I received a nice compliment from one of my friends –‘ Matlab tune prove kar hi diya ki tu sirf hagg sakta hai, acting karne mein fatt gayi’. Inspired by these lines, my next blog after a few days ……….. The Art of Street Play.]

 

The Syndrome of Emotions

[CAUTION:

1) The heading may give you completely wrong notions. The word ‘Syndrome’ is objectionable of course.

2)This post refers to a tiny field of emotions which may or may not relate to everyone, so please dont try to relate it forcefully.

3)’I’ and ‘me’ dont refer to myself here!

4) Dedicated to those who are deeply suffering from this syndrome.

5) Have a nice emotional day!

]

I havent seen Kaminey yet, else I would have perhaps framed a whole series on its story and characters. So here I am, still floating over the waves of emotions in the oceans of thoughts and eternity, spoused with the rapid periodicity of dusks and dawns.

I say I am very emotional. What does that mean? Everyone in this world relishes emotions, good and bad. You may use the word ‘sentiments’ rather than ’emotions’. They must not be synonyms. Wait for a second! Then where do we use the word ‘feelings’ ! Thoughts occupy our souls for each and every moment of our consciousness. Thoughts which make us feel something should refer to ‘feelings’ I suppose. And why do I feel? Because I have got sentiments related to that thought. But …… why do I have sentiments involved? Because I am emotional? But I am emotional because I have an excess of feelings!

Chaos.

Is it really necessary to think that way? I mean, generally people dont think that way, but there DO EXIST people like me who think so much arbit and abstract. Unnecessarily. Wasting my time and the time of my friends as well.

Emotions are generally paired (by default) with sadness and gloom. I have got a complication in my life, I think about it. No, no, I ‘keep thinking’ about it. I start thinking basically, whenever I am free (free refers to the time when I am working, I am actually free from the complication then). I extend the time for a while, just a few more minutes, then I will go back to my work. I start thinking deeper …..

How things have gone till now, then how they are expected to happen. Wait! What if this doesnt happen …… and I start dreaming instead about what I dont want to happen, more and more, fantasicing each and every thing which may cause mental pain to me, which may create a tearful sympathy for me in my own eyes. I know this would never happen. I rebuke myself that I am wasting my trivial time on this frivolous crap. But you know, I am enjoying this process. This is not trivial, I say to myself.

Here is where the whole f****** problem lies. “I am enjoying the process”. I feel delighted when I see myself getting sc***** up in the vile hands of life. Why? Because it is definitely something far from reality, in the world of unfulfilled imaginations and perennial expectations. Something which makes me experience the feeling of being the torned off hero of the story. Something which makes me feel special, be it on the suffering side, be it on the positive side of all. I sense a few drops of water peeping out of my eye-lids, thats the time when i glance to my watch.

I return back to my reality.

This is the ‘Syndrome of Emotions’

How to cure this Syndrome?

 

* Enjoying negativity becomes a habit once you fail to stop it at elementary stage. Any habit is difficult to overcome. This syndrome can NOT be eradicated by doing excess of it.

* The universal truth remains that positivity and reality give far more happiness than negativity and fantacies. Anything which exists in happening directly affects your senses and actions while anything which you imagine can just alter your hormones momentarily. So if you want to waste your precious time in getting transient adrenaline rushes, better sing a song or have a dance rather than saturating your potential mind with rubbish imaginations.

* Speak less. Yes, this is something which even I am trying to improve within me. But whenever you speak, speak with passion! Speaking less wont accelerate your thoughts. On the contrary, it will give you more energy to focus. More be your energy to focus, more easily you stop yourself from dissolving into dreams.

* Take deep breaths whenever you feel being driven deep into thoughts. Breathing brings more life to the body, when you intentionally breathe deep, it abrupts negative thoughts and dreams.

* All these will work only if you are yourself willing to do them. The most crucial moment is the moment when we start dreaming. A little firmness at that moment will prevent you from going further. It is always hard to avoid temptations, but life works that way only! You are not the only one in this world who has got these problems!

* Last but not the least – Dont Think Too Much. Dont Analyse. Dont think about Right and Wrong at every moment of life. Take life as it comes.

Dont break the flow ………. just flow with it!

Next blog soon.

Snehil Basoya.

[All these tips and advices have been framed by the author on account of his own experiences and learning processes in far past]

 

Love Aaj Kal

[ PS (Pre Script) :

1. Blog number 5
2. Sorry for delay.
3. This is one of the MOST boring blogs of mine till date.
4. It isn’t long. Pics have increased the dimensions though.
5. Sponsored by Semester of Love by Himanshu Geed at  http://www.intutius.wordpress.com   ]
   

I want the copyrights from Imtiaz Ali. The reasons are as follows

• Throughout the movie, I saw Saif Ali Khan as me and Deepika ……… ( may be Harleen Kaur) , ya I saw Deepika too!

• The script writer has used excess of dialogues which have already been spoken by me in my real life. When I say it, I mean the complete word to word dialogues.

• Like any other fan, I too found the story significantly parallel to my own life.

I may definitely be among the rare point one percent lovers of the world who found ‘Love Aaj Kal’ awesome. My friends took no pain in pulling my legs when I came out of Select City Walk quiet and weeping. I gave Five Stars perhaps for the first time to some movie stuff. But you know what, I hate this one. The reasons are as follows

 

• Imtiaz Ali has got no right to play with the emotions of teenagers. He is well aware of the fact that he has portrayed what may be true for most of the people in this world. He has used the pain and agony of lovers to create a superhit movie.

• Harleen Kaur is so cute. This was never expected. She has no monopoly to kid with the hearts of Indian boys.

• Saif and Deepika cry so much. No lover in this world would like to see a couple crying that much. But they will still watch, to see a glimpse of their own.

Let me start the blog now!

Love is an essential dessert in our lives. But somehow, we make it a compromise – a compromise with ourselves. We want to be happy, to keep others happy, but in the process, we push our lives more into dungeons. We forget that love is as simple and delicate as ………………………….. . Rather, we make love a painful habit. We introduce so many complications and frivolous seriousness that it is no longer in a state to justify the beauty of it’s name “Love”.

Tears are acceptable in love, because they look so cute! What is not acceptable are the situations which cause these tears to overflow.

The first breakup of Veer and Meera was cool you know. Mature talks on lunch table, quicky and crispy, logical thinking (according to them!) and most importantly, on the spot decision and then, the breakup party!

This was the first time when i got a sense that may be Veer is me. And I got this sense again and again as the movie progressed.The separation was cool. Talking for hours on phone, setting status, gtalk, SMS non-stop and the way they all were executed in the movie were very much close to reality.

Its all about living in moments. Living each moment momentwise. We feel we shall take care of situations when they come, but when they actually come, we falter. Coz we had imagined just the upper surface of the situation. We never tried to associate with the moment associated with the situation. We feel we will take care of our sentiments, we are confident enough. But when the moment comes, we allow ourselves to be controlled by our hormones. The stillness, erratic blood circulation, silent eyes, low tempo voice, vulnerable senses, everything gets above normal when it comes to facing expected yet unexpected moments in love.

When moments falter, we are left stranded how to decide. When things get clearer, they get more and more unclear. Whatever was thought of goes in deleted items. The moment requires us to decide on-the-spot. Not in position of deciding, we face the bitter truth that we werent prepared at all. The time stops, and moments begin to fly in vacuum. The stillness, stagnant blood circulation, statued eyes, feeble voice. We try to break the monotony, “The breeze is too good”, can be a good mood changer. We share a share of intentional smile. The decision still awaits.

Finally, the decision is taken.

Everything which was pre-assumed vanishes, here seems the rise of a new dawn. ‘Chor bazaari’  and ‘Main Kya Hun’ become a reality. Plans are made. We will do this. We wont be doing that.

Two days pass singing these songs.

Day three – another meeting.

Something is left behind. Something is still amiss, which doesnt allow to concentrate. Which doesnt permit to turn the eyes away from each other. Something which is incomplete. Something which in Meera’s words “nahi hona chahiye”. Kuch galat hai shayad. Some new things pop up. We are confident by now, having already made a “decision”. Another decision doesnt require much time.

A new beginning.

Few more days of peace.

Then many more days of erratic mental chaos. Meetings keep happening again and again, decisions keep on getting made. Problems keep on popping out. We end up giving such a situation a funny name called LOVE. The concept of multiple break-ups may seem trivial to many, but this is a happening truth among teenagers who think a lot, who think a lot about right and wrong, anticipations. Among those who are considerate, who wish for the happiness of each other.

You know what, many of us create mayhems in desperate attempts to keep each other happy! This is love aaj kal. Not just a love of KAL, but the love of AAJ, and will continue to be the love of KAL.

It is uncomparabily easy to say that take a decision and stick to it. This isn’t something just said and done. Sticking to a decision is a JEE every moment. These moments can prolong for months. Just count the agony faced by a lover when he ‘has to live through’ such moments –  infinite of them.

Love Aaj Kal is about versatility. Talking rubbish with each other for hours and whole nights, or may be arbit silence for the same amount of hours together. Why there exists a difference at different moments – I dont have an answer. Whatever i have learnt from Love Aaj Kal is as follows

• Love is good to be idealistic, but never loose the fun and frolic. Sometimes, problems are required to make situations complex and interesting. A couple must ensure that they must have a complexity arisen in their relationship at least once every two months. I am not joking, I am damn serious.

• It is indeed difficult to prevent questions like IF and SUPPOSE or MAY BE after taking a decision. But the truth is that a decision can sustain only if these questions and temptations are overcome.

• Listen to your heart, but if someone else can feel better without your intervention, then use your brain instead of it.

• Love is not a battle which results in victory or loss. In fact, complex and sentimental teenage love affairs prepare a human being to learn the basics so as to become strong enough to govern the tough life ahead (for eg. marriage) for so many years.

• And finally, with the course of time, I realised that the story wasn’t mine!

Jo bhi soye hain khabron mein unko jagana nahi

Aaja aaja dil nichodein

Raat ki matki fodein

Koi good Luck nikaalein

Aaj gullak to fodein ……………………

Next blog foon

Fnehil Bafoya.

[ Kaminey title track is perhaps better than Dhan Te Nan ]

 

Pyaar Mein Kabhi Kabhi

A sequel to Love, Guilty and Relations.

There is a thin line between desire and selfishness. But is there a similar line between desire and expectations? Are these two thought processes one and the same? Are they widely different?

For many days, I am writing a lot about expectations and love without expectations. Unconditional love which people might say. I have been advocating that love without expectations is the true love. But suddenly, a silent flood of questions have erupted within. This blog post is the first one in this series which doesn’t give a conclusion. Rather, it leaves me with infinity of unanswered queries for you all to solve.

For a person like me, concepts of right and wrong bother a lot. My morality and my ideals come into picture whenever to take a decision. Whenever I expect something, I at once stop myself from getting carried away. But whenever I desire, I cant stop myself from that! Suppose I desire to touch the hands of a girl, walk with her hand to hand, and I am well aware that she wont do that so thus I am not expecting her to do that. I keep the desire within me. Is it justified to have such a feeling? Is it really a desire or has it crossed the thin line of selfishness. In the sense that ‘I’ want to touch her, is it not selfishness at an elimentary stage?

Suppose I want to spend time with her. Is it same as thinking that she should spend time with me? I think there is a difference. I feel that if I have a desire to spend time with her, I am not selfish coz I want to give love to her, to take care of her, I want to see her happy. If I think that she should spend time with me, then I am selfish coz its about my happiness. But again, I am not sure this time if I am correct. I am confused.

When I ‘desire’ , am I really ‘expecting’ something from her, something which I feel is against my ideals. Sometimes I feel that I have the RIGHT to love her, isn’t that selfishness? I don’t know how to define these things. And right now I also don’t know whether I am right in a thought or wrong. I feel again and again that I am becoming a bad person when I began to think that “I” must love a girl. Is it really bad?

I don’t know.

Hoping for a satisfactory answer.

Snehil Basoya

[Well, the third sem has started in a pleasant way. Courses are really interesting, profs are good, books are good, room is good, time table is good, till now, even time management is good, a good opening afterall, nice to think that direction]

 

After one year ……….

Nostalgia

 

A nostalgia, a belongingness, so many thoughts to pen down. After a really long time, I am here writing something really about me. Something which justifies the title “I Am Myself”.

 25^th July is accelerating towards me, bringing a lot many cobwebs within my mind and heart, two of the things which have transformed drastically in the last one year …….. my first year at IIT-D. The poetic flow of memories is now ready to be sequenced down! Past two semesters gave me a base. Last three months gave me insight on that base. A lot of time to discover myself again.

 What have I learnt?

 *Acceptance

 Accept situations. Situations which come unexpected, good and bad. Situations which turn your life around. Situations which make you feel better than ever, which make you feel worse than ever. Situations which squeeze out the energy within you, which induce energy as a radical power. Accept everything.

 Accept people around you. Accept everyone as he or she is. Life doesn’t work by rejection. I may not be a believer of something, but if someone else believes it and has a valid reason for it, accept it. No one is bad. Everyone is good. Accept the person in your life with grace, with love.

 Accept results. Dont aim for them. Result is not in my hand, how I reach to it is definitely with me.

 *Work

 Hard work is never enjoyed! Coz when I work with enjoyment, it isn’t hard anymore! Work is the only way to live life. Work with eyes open. Work in a direction which is known to me. Work which satisfies me, not someone else. Work with passion. Then even rest is enjoyed at its best.

 *Friendship

 Everyone is a friend. Everyone can be made friend if he isn’t. Share your problems and gossips with a bunch of selected close friends. Maintain a pleasant and unintentional smile for the rest of the world! Friendship is strength. Satisfaction. Confidence. Belongingness.

 *Love

 I have already written a lot on it !!! Just for the sake of completeness here, love with love. Love with innocence. Love without pain, with happiness. Love with a sense of givingness, payingness. Love a girl without any expectations. Love ‘n’ number of girls. There is no rule. Love someone more, love someone less. Love your friends. Love your classmates. Love everyone and everything. Hatred will not destroy him any more, it will destroy me. Love your own world. Love yourself. Laugh on yourself. Cry on yourself. How you messed up things. How you created wonders. How you made someone smile. How you made someone cry. Love everything you did. Love with love.

 *Happiness

 Being happy for myself. Being happy for someone else. Be happy. Radiate happiness. Natural happiness, not artificial. Bring it from within. From depth, not from the surface. If happiness is required for a reason, let it be. If for someone else who needs your happiness, let it be. At the end, be happy, whatever the reason may be. There always exists one reason to be happy, no matter thousands of reasons to be sad.

 *Decide

 I once wrote, Life Demands Decisions. It is true. Far away from home, in my own world, where I am free to decide my course of life, where I am independent. I need to decide at every stage of life. Decisions may not be big. What to wear today. What to eat. When to eat. How much money to spend, not to spend. How much to talk on phone. How much to chat on gtalk. Every decision matters. Often time wastage is important, so that we realise the importance of time!

 Justify and be responsible for my own small decisions, and I will gain confidence for big ones. Put my opinion with confidence in front of all. Put aside fear. Decide myself and explain “why” to justify.

 *My limitations

 I cant be everything. I cant do everything. Every interest is not profession. Every profession is not life. Dance and Dramatics twenty four hours is not my life. Blogging every week is not my life. Working blindly for twenty hours a day is not my life.  I have my limitations. What I am capable of and what is my capacity – these are two different things.

 ………….. I didn’t write what I experienced, I just wrote what I learnt from them, coz that is more important and decisive for my next three years.

 What are my challenges?

 *Entering second year brings a sense of “bigness”. My biggest challenge is to remain the same “faccha” always for my wonderful seniors who love me.

 *Not to forget my strengths, not to get carried away by weaknesses.

 *My friends – I am fortunate enough to have loads of them. It feels nice when I always find someone saying a “hi” to me as I walk down to Insti. However, it doesn’t feel nice when I fail to keep a balance between so many of them, when I have to ignore one for giving time to another. Or when often I have to ignore many to give time to one. Balance between time devotion is my challenge!

 *Mumma and Papu. Not giving time to them was a mistake. I hope this doesn’t happen again.

 

I have learnt to learn life. To respect life and all the living creatures which this life has bestowed upon me. Lot many more challenges, lot much to see in near future. One year gone, three more to come. Bring them on !!!!!

 Next blog soon.

 Snehil Basoya.

 

Be Happy and GAY

[“A provision of law branding one section of people as criminal based wholly on states’ moral disapproval of that class goes counter to equality guaranteed in the Constitution. We declare section 377 of Indian Penal Code in so far as it criminalises consensual sexual acts of adults in private is violative of Articles 21, 14, and 15 of the Constitution.”

Delhi HC has come up with a historic judgement legalizing gay sex.

 

This blog is an opinion, not a debate as it may seem. I want to express my opinion of some of the counters which emerged out after the law was passed. No offences to any one.]

The Times Of India reads – “Gays are sick people, they should be send to hospitals”, Swami Ramdev. On behalf of the whole nation, I sincerely submit a humble request Swami ji to kindly frame some scintillating Yoga techniques which can “cure” these diseased people called gays. There were times when you advocated not going to hospitals thrusting that Yoga alone can solve a man’s uttersome miseries. Come on Swami ji, not just Gayness, I would also request to frame out some solution to the fatal problem of AIDS in the world. You are world famous I suppose. (Ofcourse, this was quite an out-of-context point introduced by me!)

How and why gays are sick people, he didn’t answer.

I am a decent fan of Swami Ramdev u know, for all his Yoga techniques which have cured millions worldwide. There is a difference between fan and follower. I am a follower to no one in this world, coz everyone has got some excellence and some of the rubbish sides.

Lalu Yadav too jumps into the cradle, saying that he is firmly against this order of Delhi HC. Why, came no answer, he repeats the same lines again and again.

Certain points have emerged in recent days.

“It is against all religions”.

Text would say “God doesn’t allow such phenomenon”. For all religious associations who have come up opposing the judgement, can you please let us talk to your God, so that we can ask him for a reason then. The judiciary is already convinced, the nation is getting convinced everyday, we are confident that your God will get convinced too.

God himself wasn’t writing these scripts, was he? There must be some sort of author or rule maker who had, in collaboration with many, framed the ancient religious manuscripts. Definitely there are things valid and justified in them, but is it true for  everything they mention? You don’t follow rules framed by today’s judiciary which are meant for today’s world, for today’s people and for the futuristic vision but you walk ahead to follow legislations written in religions which were framed thousands of years ago. Even that is not justified if one looks, coz LGBTs ( Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals and Transgenders) are existing in this world right from the very existence. This is not a biological species which has got sprouted in a decade or so.

If someone believes in religion, he must also believe in religious stories! Lord Krishna had 16,100 queens (this is official number, mind it. Governments often hide the statistics). Numerous times, he incarnated as a woman, had sex with a king, gave birth to a heir and revived back to his original. Likes of Indra didn’t quite often show “morality” in that sense, for he often became a frog in a pond of bathing beauties and several disguising characters just on account of his lust. This is in reference to Hinduism. When we have accepted these anecdotes in our religion considering them as acts of a God, whats the issue with gays then.

“It is a crime.”

Sex is not a crime. Intimacy is not a crime. There should be a Fundamental Right of Sex too.

“It is against Indian Culture.”

For years, daily we get to hear the phrase Indian Culture. Alas, Indian Culture hasn’t got any documented constitution of its own. If there had been one, there would have been no debates on words like morality or culture or tradition. If LGBTs are against Indian culture, then they must be against each and every other culture of the world, coz its not that they are unevenly distributed in just some parts of the world. We have seen gays in movies as Englishmen doesn’t mean that we don’t have them in India. In India, we have hidden gays, coz till date it has been illegal and a crime to be a gay.

“It is unnatural and against nature.”

If sex is unnatural, than it’s a new shocking discovery for me. I don’t know if any constitution has defined sex as a male-female intercourse. Nature doesn’t say that a man has to be private with a woman only. If a man feels like going that way with another man or a woman going private with another woman, it is still “natural”. Still if we believe in intercourse as natural, likes of Ganeshji (for religious people who are against LSBTs) haven’t been born through natural means.

Whatever we feel to do, it is natural.

“It will affect society in an adverse way.”

What two men or two women are doing in a bedroom is definitely not going to “affect” the society, forget in an adverse manner. Having a gay or a lesbian between us in a market place isn’t going to affect the society except for a few curious glances across them. Dostana proved out to be a family movie, we are no more passive with kids regarding gays (Of course, a movie on lesbians wont be watches by families coz of promising exposure ………… Girlfriend was a big flop).

From today, a particular person would feel free to accept that he is a gay. Because he is no more a criminal in the eyes of judiciary. It would take time for the country to adjust. We need to understand that there is nothing to be afraid of a gay or a lesbian. It will take time when we will have them recognized be their name and not merely by this sheepish adjective called LSBT. It will take time for this hitherto sidelined and tiraskrit section of our society to understand their responsibility of not stooping to frustration or obscenity which may harm the society.

Lets welcome the new legislation.

Lets be Happy and GAY.

Next blog soon.

Snehil Basoya.

[ Comments are welcome! However, I wont be countering comments this time (I never do that 😛 ). Once I give my point again, you write again, and the debate can go for years. I have really got sick of debates in recent times. I have started believing in giving opinion for once and finish it off. Coz I think there is no point discussing something which cant have a conclusion, one side has to withdraw for a conclusion. I don’t know whether my philosophy is correct or not, what I know is that I am currently happy with such frame of mind.

 

Please post your opinion.]