Happy days and Halo nights :D

Sometimes life is just too good to digest. (yeah i had some problems the next morning (:P))

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The day was 10/1/10 and the occasion was AP's treat. Twas headed for a big cancellation like many other times.

Snil - Germany

Rash - NO

Sid - Hadoop

Nig - Desky shopping

Swat - Family planning (oops! :P i mean family ke saath plan)

So there i stood at the Karol Bagh metro station in that absolutely frigid January winter fog wondering which side to move?

6 stations left for Rajori or 15 stations right to hostel. (what was i doing at Karol bagh? amm... could be nything... may be nothing). Some consultations with Asta and finally i sensed there could be a treat here. Treat hungry that i am, I moved to Rajori only to discover it was just the troika of the three of us, as expected. AP, Asta and Me with some really cool money to spare. Without much bickering as is the usual case when the congregation is "big", we decided for Khaja Chowk.

What followed was a sumptuous round of food and beverages (:D ) and full circle of gossip and lame jokes. Thoroughly enjoyed it. Masala Shikanji was the only thing that looked odd the bill (:P). Who says life in 8th sem is that bad?

(although i guess the bill did set back AP with a lot of the moolah :P)

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Back to hostel i knew a war was in the offing. Halo wars (HALO rocks! :D). With a never before gathering of 6 gamers and not much glitches (usually the shortages of mouse or a plug or seating) it was just pure "Gaming Bliss". 2 Rooms- 3 ppl each and rounds of slayer, odd ball, Hill and Juggernaut.. kills, double kills And Killing spree reverberating the room.. its an experience out of the world!

Delta, ChChP, Kanno, sakiBOY and Spitfire. 5 hours. 10PM to 3 AM. Non stop gaming Plus a mini snacks break. Hats off! that was a nite to remember. :D

Lifes bit painful at times. But hey! some days are just happy days and Halo nights :D

P.S. Btw the day that followed wasn't that bad either. <:(>

The critique of pure awesome

(Sometimes i feel am * awesome* and then i criticize)

1) I hate people who don't manage their gastronomical business at home and contribute to the *gas tragedies* commonplace in packed metro coaches.

2)I hate *fit and fine* aunties with scant disregard for any queue who use their *women* status for usurping just anybody from their seats.

3)I hate the tangled wires of my mp3 player earphones. Every time i take em out they are like the biggest mystery.. whoa! who tangled the wires like that?

4)I hate my stupid laptop which takes full 4 minutes to start up.

5)I hate when am forced to bath every other day in this chilly winter.

6)And I absolutely hate it to wake up everyday and just be there… useless… helpless and plain boring...

New Year

I don't feel like blogging these days. Life's good, not great. My last holidays in college are going just usual. Completely vella all the time and most of the time boring. In college when companies are coming, revising college stuff. When home most of the time am online, and that too only to find myself looking through specifications of Missiles and rifles and aircraft ( as though am going to experience any of it :( in near future...).

Life is dull but at least am aware of the fact that there isn't much tension now (compared to a life that i would be having just after 6 months from now). Got placed in IBM. Yet feeling nothing different whatsoever. Infact the very reaction to the news when they put up that notice on the training and placement department was like... "ok! yeah! finally ek job mili". Hope of getting a better job is diminishing by the day. Yet am trying to linger on. Hope.

"Hope is a quintessential human delusion, perhaps the source of mans greatest weakness and his greatest strength" - The Architect (Matrix)

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I dunno what to write next... The sounds of crackers bursting and diwali rockets zooming here and there outside my window tell me that the clock has crossed the 12 mark and 2010 has sneaked in just a few minutes ago.

Watched two movies day before yesterday. Vicky Christina Barcelona & Patriot games. The first one was nice. In fact it was very nice (sply when you got both penelope cruz & scarlet johansson to gether). The latter was trash. Typical run of the mill Hollywood affair with absolutely no frills.

What else to write... yaar it seems am again getting back to dairy writing on the blog... and thats something i hate...

Happy New Year to all!

adios.

heartburn

its been long time... yet sometimes i reminisce of things i... i longed for and now i don't.... they seem far trivial...

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i often wonder bout how relationships work and why *sometimes* they don't. Why sometimes two are attracted and why sometimes one doesn feel the same. Why does one long for company? and why does the heart *burn* sometimes? why people are attracted towards falling in love and yet not notice how complicated it is.. and and how and why does loneliness suck a lot of times?

Is it all just a metamorphosis of all thats physical...carnal...hormonal?

What is love? and why does heart *burn*?

i luv my loneliness. it aint bad i can tell you... i luv sitting in my room.. disconnected.. Games novels.. movies.. net... a quiet dinner.. and yet heart *burns*!

i luv company. its certainly better in many ways. sharing dinner... snacks... talks... tasks... Still heart *burns*...

what is it that i long for?

Is it something thats achievable through love.. but is something beyond love..

Am i talking sense or its just nonsense?

Why does heart *burn*?

P.S. sometimes its just questions. no answers.

P.P.S i guess am having a lot of trans fats in my diet... could be a cause of heart burns :P

Rejections continued…

I guess after this post I mush change the name of my blog to "rejections chronicle". :D

( Hows the name?If you feel its good or want to suggest ny other plz feel free to drop in a comment)

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Some days just turn out bad . Went for an "interview" of sorts today, for a two month internship for this startup called "xyz".

:)

Humiliated. Disgraced and if at all anything was left… the enlightened one took care of it with the immortal query… "ahem! So where were you placed?" (asked it three times in a matter of 3 hours)

Well day started not so fine with a pretty early morning wake up call (who wakes at 730 at this time of the year? :P). Hopped the metro. And hopping I went and sat at the good'ol, 50-bucks-a-cup coffee shop (they also call it the CCD) at Noida . No idea as to what I was to expect of the meeting, I had not even bought a copy to answer the questions for the torture about to happen. And without much ado started the enlightened one grilling. He mocked, ridiculed , humiliated and dunno what… at times I matched his demeanor with my gaucherie and rest of the times I guess he was just mad at me for being there amongst "the chosen ones" ( was rejected when I applied first). The rest of the next two hours all just adds to my large collection of "best rejection" memories. (13 of them total (:P) , including the big ones Cisco, Citrix, etc etc... + 1 aaj mila ke).

Well In no ways do I blame him, actually I made sure I had it all coming. To tell you the funny part, I had applied for this internship the first time and he had downright rejected me! (:P) So I stooped a level low and tried the old book trick. Wrote him a letter, begged him for a second chance. And Incidentally the first draft of that letter was so rude, had I sent that one… I guess the enlightened one would have slapped me today! (:D) Then add to it that I even convinced my friend to write a recommendation letter who had worked with him earlier.

& The next thing that I knew was that I had this msg last night, that I am to meet the guy at Noida next morning 1130.

:)

Uske baad to happy ending ho gayi jee

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P.S. Sooner or later am going to get a job. I will do good. When I do, and when I reach the position I will mock and ridicule other people when they come for interviews. It must be fun. (:D)

P.P.S It ain't that fun now, sitting continuously on the other side of the table. Sometimes it gets sad, depressing and demeaning… :(