Love In The Times of Professional Degrees

Love in the times of Cholera Professional Degrees. Yes, you read it right. If work from multiple assignments; hobby projects and social commitments aren’t killing you already you have the whole hormone-drive and status-quo to think about. Well, I belong to the class which doesn’t really care about the latter (or do we, subconsciously? ) 

You crash last minute to a party- meet someone by absolute chance. Things go pretty okay. And you begin talking until you have nicknames; share embarrassing stories; discuss food-politics-food again; have tiffs- basically, the point where you actually start getting used to talking to them and borderline like them.

Then one fine day, you’re scrolling down silly pictures of theirs and suddenly they’re busy too often. Boom. They’re preparing for GRE. Or TOEFL. Or something that tells you that they’re eventually going away. Just like that guy you met at the Blogger’s Meet; your best friend you couldn’t say goodbye to before he left for Germany and all the others who now post pictures standing before monuments they can’t spell with their other Asian and French buddies; your cousin who was 9-pointer and so many others. While you sit here and plan what to do for your Thesis, they’re booking plane tickets to London. Just perfect. What the hell is a person still completing their Bachelors got to do? Date younger people? Or the ones who are done with all this emigration and back? Perhaps. Uh, na.

So anyway, that’s the story of us kids trying to make our name but falling in love without a thought- getting the heart to flutter- tire its wings-put it back to sleep and get back to the grind – the regime involving your entire week and endeavor. What is love supposed to do but take the back seat? Screw it. eh?

Just random thoughts after a conversation please don’t try reading between the lines, its just blank sleeplessness. Have a nice week. Arrividerci.

Burrrahh! It’s funny. Really. Read it. Like, Now.

 Why, I ask why? Why should I put up a title that makes sense. Why should I endure the #ouijamovie ‘s  trailer before watching ||superwoman|| ? YouTube, hope you’re listening (reading).

Anyway, as if title dekh liya toh people will come running to read the rest of it like kids towards a cotton candy stall. So, we’ve had this really long (5 days) holiday. And the only constructive things I’ve done are…do my laundry (50%); run 300m; bought fruits; cleaned my room…and that’s just about it. And we have exams coming up on the 13th…next week, if you don’t want to check the date. But here I am, chooosing my jolly rancher sitting on my bed (ever since I put the new white-rajasthani sheets, I’m loving it more) and watching YouTube videos. Thank you college for the slow yet whatever WiFi. Tussi great ho (conditions apply)

You know, just recently I learned this fact: You can use only one exclamation mark (!) per 100 words. Leh, I can’t use it again now. So, my question is, to all those English professors (who are frowning upon my slang and grammatical errors) …what about the bracket usage? Because I have so much of sarcasm, extra notes, explanations, etc:- to add to my text. Plain sentences are too mainstream. Like Jane Austen books. My drama is of a totally different genre, you see. Can’t be mixed with lay-language. So, my new hostel is pretty cool with this sweet manager (I used to call her warden and by-mistake repeated it while talking to the Real Warden on the phone and bloody hell, he go pissed) who is stern yet nice to that ONE odd good girl (meaning : me). The others are toh aiwayi putting lipstick and wearing hot dresses and enjoying a nightlife while I play Sims 3 with All the expansion packs, mind you. So she’s like accepting all their fake letters (I write most of them) of going home, going to a localite’s birthday dinner; going for competitions. All bullshit. Bwahahaha. Anyway…she, the maids, cooks and few other girls are the only people in the hostel and I’m not saying its boring. The food is actually sexy, now. To all those chics who went off home: we are happy. Blah! Okay, no ranting. So yeah, that’s how it is. The only respite is the Back Gate. It’s actually a road. It’s the back gate of the most popular college in the *town* (where I study, not showing off….really…or am I?) where you have one Megamart; hundreds of fruit-juice stalls because, you know, kids need their Juju. And More: Departmental Store (Charges so much tax I’d like to sew them but they supply fresh fruits so what can I do?); stationery shops; eateries where you can splurge and become fat; tea-shops (we all know what boys do there); bakeries (different bakeries have their specialty: egg-puff; samosa bun, cream-bun, cigarettes, milkshake, sandwiches and whatever); there is this lovely Hot Chips shop where you get such awesome chips of all kind. I want to be a millionaire just to shop to my heart’s content there. And so that’s where we other  people who didn’t go home (because we are too cool for that, yeah right :/) socialize.

Yesterday I met my friend there after like, ages. He has a great voice and can sing Only Hope so good. Anyway, his name is Zain just like that 1D guy. So, in the beginning, when the two of us got selected for the Music Club (or whatever its called) the seniors typed his name as Zain Malik with mine and it was posted EVERYWHERE. Like, seriously. And the reason could have been me.

Jokes apart, I still have 2 buckets of clothes to wash. And I’m praying to all my Gods that the one’s that give off colour have not ruined my good-expensive ones, already. If that happens, I swear to God, I’ll kill myself. No, I’ll break something. No, I’ll skip lunch. No, wait, I’ll just wash my face.

Okay, then, I’m trying to write up short stuff for my Travelogue (which only God knows when I’ll publish). And then I have some more poetry. I wrote this one for an Arjun-Kapoor look-alike with a better nose, less bulk, cooler calf-muscles and …okay I’ll stop drooling…who I saw (not met) in a Converse store where I was struggling with a food baby (Remind me to tell you what it is, later) and Raya…actually Rhea (my roomie) was checking out shoes. I never…ever…never…buy branded sheez without my Dad. Like never. Because, well, he pays for it, so. I know, sounds so spoiled-bratish. Do not judge me. You’ll come to know the reality when you see me begging and embarrassing him in the store for a Marie Claire with 60% off (still costs Rs. 1280) or with a pile of books at Landmark…and he’ll be like, ‘This is my last warning. You have two minutes to replace them and leave.’ Yeah, that’s him. Typical ex-army.

And y’all think we Fauji-brats are so cool. Its only those hot ones with Dads too busy para-gliding to notice their kids poofing money in Connaught Place. And these kids post all these coolbeans pics from Andaman and Leh. And I’m like, I went there too. But my poses made me delete the pics. Anyway. Stuff happens. You just pop in a Pudin Hara and let it go.

PS: Everything above was to make you laugh or die. No offence intended. Hope you Enjaaaid.Leave a comment And hit that like so I know I’m not talking to myself, pervs, aliens or well, bots.

Bazinga … The BBT Fever

So when people first told me about the Big Bang Theory, I mistook it to be just another sitcom like Friends or Simpsons… and I was ignorant for about half a year.

Only when my Semester ended yesterday and I came back to the hostel … and watched my friend’s collection of BBT did I realize what I had been missing. And since then, I have been more or less hooked to it. More likely, um, addicted. Like I’ve watched more than 20 episodes already and I just cant take breaks unless they are ’emergency’ situations or quintessential to my survival. You get the idea.

Maybe its because of the string of similarities I’ve drawn between Sheldon Cooper (one of the main characters) and myself…and that was well, flabbergasting at first but to come to think of it now, I’m not too surprised. I mean, all of us think we are better than the others…we all love to talk what’s running in our head but due to social enigmas we shut the ef up and smile instead. Dr Cooper or as he is so fondly called, Dr Wack-a-Doodle… begs o disagree. He shall NOT shut up or bend to the norms of the society  He shall call others ‘lesser minds’ and NOT give a shit to others’ mindless theories because he, and he alone  deserves the tag… genius. Smart won’t do as that means he’s have to lose 90 IQ points. Outrageous.He loves trains and geeky stuff. He believes heads can explode with telepathy and he loves the Kitty Song. He shall not compromise on his SEAT. He will not tolerate people entering his room or touching his food. And if you write on his board. You’re dead. Thank You.

I actually find his stubbornness so cute. I guess that’s what makes us go OMG. And his little trials at being ‘human’ when he tries to listen to Penny’s ranting about income and love; Leonard’s blah blah bout Penny… or when he makes soothing tea after Leonard is all bashed up and just can’t fall asleep. Or how he hides secrets in the most bizarre ways and brings a real cousin who needs rehab just to make Leonard’s excuses REAL. That’s C for cute.

Characters like that are the genius behind the serial. 

The Blonde Monkey… Penny is like the cream in the coffee. Where all these mad physicists and engineer are going bonkers about video games and Star Wars… she brings in the bling and Facepalm moments. She helps balance stuff with her carefree and foolhardy behavior.

Wallowitz (mind the spelling) is like the weird guy who wants to win hearts and what-not. And he has this relentless, tireless attitude towards achieving Love :p And his Modus Operandi are sluggish moves, horrendous pick up lines and glances that would make a female want to throw up on him. And yet when he comes to the rescue , we all go aww.

Raj on the other hand is this straight-forward (next joke please)boy from India with parents who skype endlessly… he has this phobia towards pretty women…he can’t speak before them unless he’s drunk with the Green Grasshopper! 

Leonard or Lenard… is the poor heart broken roommate who has to put up with Sheldon’s antiques and believe me you, that is no easy task. You’d rather get run over by a vespa. It takes years of Jedi Patience and Experience to overcome the hurdles of living with a braniac like Shenny :p

 

Point is the timings are perfect, the plots are mad and the actors are crazy. Must Watch, Nothing else to say 😀

Arrividerci ! I love you, Sheldon. Someone tell him that !

Social (network) -Evils !

    Twitter Bug caught you yet?

THE FEVER:

It starts off with the change of a cover pic or liking a particular status or an amazing picture of your friend being dunked into a pool… or Celebs announcing some huge-happening in their life like, ‘Say hello to Kyra, my new born!’ and a few hundred likes to that or ‘Check out my Album XYZ on iYunes!’ or it could be a family member writing on your wall, ‘That dress you wore for my daughter’s first shower was totally inappropriate! Unacceptable. But thanks for turning up, anyways!’

There is always interesting gossip, someone winning a prize for being the Douchiest Human or maybe well, some guy moved into Beverly Hills by fluke and everyone’s J-ing on him…or The Kadarshians are pranking each other and throwing GUCCI footwear and Kate Spade bags on each other instead os Snow Balls for X-Mas! Or someone just got into a relationship and everyone’s commenting on their status but in their hearts ,’Let’s see how long this one lasts…’

And sure there are some genuine moments when you meet (online) someone who you’re crushing on (they can’t see your CRAZY ‘OMG’ expression)or a long-lost friend. Or something you shared and getting 100+ likes! Mamma-Mia!

Or new movie trailer news; what’s up on The Vampire Diaries > Is Elena Switching Boyfriends… or on True Blood > Is Sookie, perhaps, considering a teeth-gap-removal surgery before choosing Eric or Billy-Boy ?

And of course, the new TROLL pics are gaining quite some audience.

But the most addictive are chats and those Zynga games. I myself play three of them … I mean who doesn’t love living in the Mansion of their dreams with the most amazing looks and all that!

Or you could just be a sales promotional person whse JOB is TO BE on FB or twitter?

Coming to twitter, its a step more exciting as you meet your stars (so-called, at times) one-to-one. You know where Oprah is going to hold a Charity Ball, you KNOW who  Ms. Swift is going out ; whether Justin Bieber really plans to choose the lucky 17-year old girl whose writing this post right now and take her with him? (Got a lil’ ‘lead-away’) … or whether Lance Armstrong really is sending his kid to Basket Ball Coaching or whether Adam Levine plans to leave Anne v (that ain’t happening, is it, Adam?) … or whether One Direction’s stomach is upset because Niall ordered this whole Pizza from XYZ… blah! blah!

You can tweet all you like to gain their attention… but the sad part is > a million more people are doing just that at this moment so your chances are one-in-a-million. And the odds don’t look so cool to me. But we try, any ways!

We also make loads of new friends only its hard to recall their names coz its like @kidrauhlbang or @harryssugarpot or @LynchUp @DianneEatsCarrots @WriterGoth etc etc (those are not real and if they exist > haha!)

THE PROBLEM :

   

All these freebies really are enjoyable, flaunting off your creative talent and posting it on your wall so that everyone reads about in their feeds… check others’ statuses and commemnt relentlessly on them despite the fact that you’ve run out of cheeky and cheesy lines and left with sheepish stuff. Never Mind.

Time is a SOAB sometimes, because it adjusts its speed according to what we are upsto :

When we are drowning with piles of work and hitting deadlines… Times like to impersonate Usain Bolt and run Lightning-fast.

When we are stuck in long journeys in a boring train or cramped between two gossiping ladies in a Church sermon etc etc … it likes to choose slug-speed as though its paralysed or some sheez.

Well, when we are wasting our Precious Energy on social networking site MINDING OTHERS’ BUSINESSES … Time likes to hide away and catch the Bullet Train and before we know it, its gone!

And we are still left with ideas that need to be put into action, work, assignments, this and that. Those with kids and family are into a deeper hole.

THAT’S THE PROBLEM. These interactive sites can waste your time. And you have no Time Controller Device so stop thinking of it. Yeah, I know if only some Mad Scientist had INVENTED that rather than crazy ju-ju that made Super Heroes!

THE EFFECT:

You are left behind at work, your ideas still sleep snugly in you TO-DO’s and DO-IT-TOMORROW’s . And you’re, well, upset. Haven’t we all been there and done that ?

THE SOLUTION:

Please for Santa Maria’s sake stop taking your TO-DO’s and DO-IT-TOMORROW’s seriously instead of fliccking them aside because what now seems casual and unimportant can be the red-hot NEED-IT-NOW , tomorrow! And then do NOT regret!

Its all in there (your grey cells ) … your will to take the work up and STOP whiling away time. I’m glad youcame by this article because even though you probably know everythinhg I said, you need a little PUSH to run that extra mile. I know it. Writing this stuff, motivates me, myself. Hope it does the same for you, my Readers. Well, all the best with kicking Procrastinating on its butt and using your Social Networking Skills (which no doubt, I’m sure, are amazing) in MODERATION!

If you know you can do it… YOU CAN DO IT!! Get outta the addiction … and start getting a real life 🙂

Addio e prendersi cura (Goodbye and Take Care)

Vicky Donor

Vicky Donor is this new gonna be released movie which is a light hearted take on sperm donation. The storyline follows the protagonist . . . Vicky , a handsome and jolly Punjabi guy from Lajpat Nagar . . . Whose chased around by Dr. Baldev Chaddha . . Trying to convince him to donate sperms to his fertility clinic. And after Vicky does so he falls in love with this bengali banker Ashima . . . But his past creates emotional pitfalls in ties lil love story. . . Will it last despite all there hurdles ? Or will Vicky lose the love of his life ? Directed by Shoojit Sircar and having Ayushmann Khurana . . (a roadie- season 2 , host of many awesome shows like Just Dance ) . . . Is sure to be an awesome comedy hit. But thats not all . . . There s a love story and emotional drama. And when all this is mixed up in a Jar of South Delhi . . With the punjabi tadka . . . We can hope for nothing less than a Full- On entertainer ! Hoping the best . . . Lets see 🙂 by the way . . . #VickyDonor is trending on twitter india . . So yo can check that out 🙂 For more info : http://www.facebook.com/tickydonor . . . Cant wait to see my favourite Ayushmann (whom I ve missed a lot since Just Dance ) on the big screens ! Love you all loads. . Keep in touch for more on this future bolly hit 🙂 🙂 !