Alcohol, Arbit, My sense of Humour, The things that happen only to ME...

My Uneventful 22nd Birthday…

As promised, I shall now be giving you a detailed account of the fact that nothing happened on my birthday. You will be enlightened about each and every minute detail of my uneventful birthday-which includes how many times I browsed through all the channels, how long I saw my street dog jump around to catch its tail, how many times I went to the fridge and opened it-only to find the same things that I found ten minutes before, how long I looked at the clock and kept reminding myself that it was my birthday and the number of times I kept counting to 5 and stopped, realizing that there would not be any more callers.

It was really a long wait for this birthday and for whatever reason, it went exactly how I expected it to go. The people whom I knew for sure wouldnt call- didn’t call. And of all the small number of people whom I expected to call, some didn’t. Every birthday, I have always wanted some 2 or 3 people to call me. It makes my day special. Really. I may be getting all sentimental now. But thats the fact. There are some people every year by whom I would like to be called on my birthday. There were some this time too. One called. The other didn’t.

But I just couldn’t believe what happened with this friend of mine with whom I used to speak a lot a couple of years back and now it so happens that I am the only one calling of late. Once long back, she had told me that she had saved my birthday on her mobile so she wont forget it. Promptly enough she sends me a message in the morning wishing me and telling me that she would call me in the evening. And as soon as I read that second part, I couldn’t stop laughing! I knew exactly what would happen… She wouldn’t call in the evening! As simple as that! (Now please be notified that she was not one of the people from whom I was really waiting to be called. )

You see, she may have set a reminder to send me a damn SMS on my birthday. But you see, she never set any damn reminder to call me that evening!

Improvisation..thats what I mean by improvisation!

But I guess the highest point of my birthday was when my close friend made the effort to call me all the way from BANGKOK to wish me. It was only then that I began to realize that it doesn’t matter if some don’t remember important things. But what does matter are those very few people who do remember and give a damn about certain things. I was really happy to know that I do have someone whom I can bank upon to call me from wherever on this planet if it is my birthday. Moron! He strained himself so much that he now has Pre-slip disc. Bed rest for 15 days. I just hope he gets back to normalcy.

Well either way, I later learnt that the one person from whom I was expecting a call “mistook” 26th to be 25th. And so called on 27th, genuinely believing it to be 26th. Atleast that was what I was told. Too bad I am no longer the ingenuous fool that I once was.

And in the night, my parents, me, my aunts and cousins went out to have dinner. I also got a spanking new pair of ADIDAS sport shoes worth Rs.2500/- as a gift. I came back home at around 11 in the night and went to sleep at 12:10-after I realized that it was indeed too late for anybody to call. that was how my 22nd birthday went. As insignificant as any other day.

So if I have to recount all the significant things that I did in my 22nd year, here is the list:

1) Started alcohol consumption under full parental guidance.

2) Started learning guitar and bought myself one in the summer.

3) Completed a record 22 years of staying single.

4) Opened a WordPress Blog as well.

Thats about it I guess.

But whatever may have happened on my birthday, I am not complaining right now. Because for me, right now, there are a whole load of other things that are of better concern. After all these years, I may be in the process of actually discovering my identity. Only time will tell.

Arbit, My sense of Humour, NITK, The things that happen only to ME...

So Much to say….so much to do..

Yeah thats exactly what it is right now. I have quite a lot to blog about. I was planning on writing about 4-5 posts about very specific incidents-something worth mentioning about. But, unfortunately, for the past few days, I have been too damn occupied to write anything sensible and true.

Lots of work already underway for the publicity of NITK’s technical fest ENGINEER that will be held on Feb 14-17 2008. I am organizing the Civil Events at ENGINEER and as I am in the Final Year this time, no moron will be telling me that I cant have a quiz dedicated to Civil Engineering during the fest. In fact we are looking at the Quiz being the highlight event this time. Publicity has already started for the Civil Events. In case, whoever is reading this blog (more of this later), is remotely interested as to what the fuss is all about, do visit the Engineer website.

Well apart from that, it just so happens that, according to the Hindu calendar, today is my birthday. The previous sentence is a fact. End of story.

Well it also happens that 26th is my actual birthday according to the gregarian or whatever calendar all of us follow. Thats day after tomorrow. And I am going home for it. Just thinking about what exactly is so damn different about that one day in the entire year, that it makes all of us truly believe we are happy! Ok maybe its the fact that a few more people bother to make the effort to remember you and call you. Like one of my long time “friend” who candidly remarked that my birthday is stored in the mobile and so it will not be forgotten. The ironic part is that my birthday is the only reason why my friend will call me!

Whatever… Last time around, everyone whomever I expected, and wanted to call me, called. Thats the only thing that mattered. This time too, I know whom to expect a call from and who will not call. And I am fine with it. Somebody once told me to be satisfied with whatever I got. I simply ignored it. Now I know how it has to be really construed. I will never be satisfied until I get what I want if what I want is in my control. Other people are not in my control and so I realized that in this case, I am quite satisfied with what I get. No complaints. I simply stop expecting certain things from certain people. Now this is the real end of the story.

Also, a few days back I had the privilege to get real high after a long time. The consequences included my good friend divulging certain details which I really wish I had forgotten, me taking a much awaited leak on the National Highway (NH-17), and the entire experience culminating with my friend and me performing the aboriginal ‘Poriki’ dance in a public Dussera procession at 11:30 in the night! Nice time really….

And as for the readers of my blog, I have been really dumbfounded to find that my blog has been read about 30-40 times daily in the past one week! I tried to think of all the sane souls on this planet who would venture into reading the thoughts of a deranged individual. And I am convinced that the viewership of this blog include the spirits of the heavenly, the dead, the undead, the ghost of that dude who “lives” in that place they showed on World’s Scariest Places, the ‘enthu’siastic dude who stays in Room 2 of my hostel block, or my friend who visits my blog whenever I tell him to.

If by any chance, you do not belong to any of the above broad categories, then please do leave a comment to let me know that you are not just a spirit or a virus.

And right now, I am really constrained for time. I have a test tomorrow in shallow foundations which I inevitably have to ace. So what this simply means is that I have to go. But before I go, I will give you a sneak preview into what is coming ahead….

1) The account of the huge family get together at my house which turned out to be much more than that.

2) An account of how uneventful my birthday is likely to turn out.

3) And why I am feeling a little more sane nowadays.

Arbit, My sense of Humour, NITK, The things that happen only to ME...


We final years here, at NITK, have been witnessing our last edition of the inter-year fest-CRRESCENDO for the past 2 days. Apart from the fact that there has been ample space for improvement, there was this one thing that really made me wonder about….

There is this dude who is visibly happy to go on stage. And so in that excitement he screams into the mic:

“All you guys common-on your feet!!!”

Then I began wondering if it also meant:

“All you girls common-on your knees!!!!!!!!!!”

Like I said, Just Wondering…….

Arbit, The things that happen only to ME...

A Post gone wrong

I had written a really relevant post taking about 1 1/2 hours and in the end it got deleted because of some Post Data shit.

And I lost my mood to reproduce the same thing again. Maybe sometime when I get into the mood again, I will write it. Well here is how it ends:

” Wake up, and face me
Don’t play dead, cause maybe
Someday I’ll walk away and say
You dissapoint me
Maybe you’re better off this way”

-Passive by A Perfect Circle.

Arbit, Bollywood, My sense of Humour, Plagiarism

Banality a.k.a Bollywood.

The experience of watching a Bollywood movie and suddenly realizing that you have got clairvoyant powers shouldn’t particularly be considered eccentric, especially if you are someone who is in the habit of scavenging 3 movies in a day’s free time. Or for that matter, on one of those rare occasions, when you get the other end of the stick first, you can’t help but exclaim “Oh ****! I knew it! Those Bollywood jerks never had an original thought!” Why?Because that’s the way it just is.

At some time or the other, Bollywood directors and producers have drawn their ‘inspirations’ from various ‘sources'(read as non-Indian movies). And more often than not, these ‘inspired’ movies very glibly and succesfully exhort the innocent Indian movie goer to come out of the cinema hall and exclaim,” Ah! What a great Bollywood movie!” Now the trick here, lies not only in “making” the “remake” well, but also depends on the very choice of the ‘inspiration’. For instance, remaking the Richard Gere starrer “Unforgiven” as the Mallika Sherwat starrer “Murder” and releasing it at a time when lakhs of people are silently screaming for explicit sex scenes in Indian movies is a very sagacious act. However trying to ‘remake’ a movie and claiming it to be a “tribute” to the same is not exactly a laudable act, especially when the movie in question is “The Godfather”. But again, the innocent Indian movie goer, completely oblivious to the blatant and shameless plagiarism, actually takes pride in the consequent cognition that he/she has just watched a good movie and that it happened to be made in Bollywood.

And it is this very facet of the Indian movie go-er that these nugatory directors look to exploit. And to be frank, they succeed in doing a good job at that. Lets face it. We have recognized directors remaking highly succesful English movies in Hindi and it is a law of chance that some of the remakes turn out to be actually watchable ones and among them, a very few of them may actually demand some genuine appreciation. So this being the case, nobody is really complaining about the very concept of remaking other movies.

So as long as there is no sudden onslaught of Bollywood directors paying their ‘tributes’ to their ‘inspirations’, I will continue to hope that, once in a blue moon, there will come along an original Bollywood movie which would excite me enough to make the effort to actually sit in front of the screen and stare at it for over two hours. And in the meantime, I will continue to explore more Hollywood movies, and who knows? Somewhere in my exploration, I might come across something and exclaim,”Oh ****! I knew it!…..etc etc”.
But whatever may happen, I just pray they don’t even get the thought of remaking cults like “Pulp Fiction”! Hey wait! Last I heard, no Bollywood director has died recently! Oh ****!