The Wise one says…

Look at me…. I am the same guy who used to enjoy his good nights sleep from 10 to 6.

People say ..you are what you eat…well in that case I must have eaten sunil and siddhant already..but the ting more appropriate to say is.<<I coined it>>… “those who flock together become birds of same feather”.

Its 2 AM in the morning and I have nothing better to do but to make a post here on my nigam89.wordpress.com  I wonder when I will come out of my vanilla id….nigam89.!! thats it…put a big full stop to all your imaginations.

I christened my laptop today. I call “her” “ thought ” (refer to H2G2. She is not deep thought….though). Attributing to her flexible screen….I think she was a figure skater …she vied out for medal but chinese wont give her any….so she changed her profession. She might be tiny….but beware. other rival lappies…not all of you have names and histories!!!

If you say….why….why do I do such weird stuff….my answer would be the greater sense of existence when people ask me why??  Look at me…..I have to submit a file tommorow..and this is wht I m doing…..  Even sunil is fast asleep……and here m I…still writing…still writng……still wriiittttttiiiiiiiinngg  Z..z..Z..z..Z..z!

They always will call it a lead…a lead on the bomb blast case. To be precise…any lead after the bomb explosion is not a lead at all. Blasts in Delhi…. what does a delhi-ite say??  I believe I have been lucky. Lucky each time a bomb exploded. Who knows ..I might have been in the Central Park that day…or Gaffar that day.

Life seems precious now…. Stay with people who matter to you…stay with yourself. Who knows this faceless evil would feast upon your bood one day..

People lucky enough to pass away…pass away, leaving the cursed survivors on the face of this Earth. Bringing the real sorrow onto this burdened planet. Living the same day over and over again throughout their lives because the amputated leg reminds them of that harmless tiffin box near the dust bin, the spare room reminds them of their flat mate……

Keep your eyes open people…save Delhi…save your souls…

They blame the religious fundamentalists and extremists for the attacks against humanity, this pseudo crusade has been their in existence for so long..that even the fanatics cant recall the ultimate reason. Because.. there never was an ultimate reason. Reasons have always been made as and when the powers pleased. Is it a war of who reaches whom ??It is….we failed to reach Kashmir, and Azamgarh …they did. And they still are grabbing the mislead, unemployed, men by their ankles and getting them to kill the innocent. What did the 10 year boy had to do with…..all the issues (Which I certainly not seem to remember)

It was a birthday party next door, “Family Friends” …the phrase itself implied a degree of belongingness for me.. Everyone was being treated for they were friends with atleast one member of their family…on the contrary, I was being celebrated for my sheer contrast . I was not friends with any of them.

It was my sister’s friend’s birthday, My Mom’s friend’s daughter’s fifteenth birthday, My Dad’s brother’s friend’s daughter’s birthday and I couldnt be more related. MY presence would have brought the sheer delight into their lives.

Enter the lobby and you and over a 1000 “namastes”…but still I am looked with a disapproval coz..I didnt touch the feet!! HA….the culture crap I am given every second day.

It was not first time, I was made to attend their birthday parties, wedding receptions…I occasionally dropped at the bhajans and kirtans at their place….coz…lets face it…mom wont make dinner that night. Call it gate crashing or whatever..I never was ashamed of being brutally honest…I alway rang the bell at dinner time…I always tell them that I am here for my share of cake.then the dinner….I always find myself trapped in the room full of noisy kids screaming and yelling at each other…garuulous neighbours gossipping, a bunch of people going over and who’s who of the party adn all of it. I wait till sweet dish is being served..and then..important work rescues me.

 Such parties…..  where…parents make their shy bunty sing Jack and Jill out loud…. And when finally jill comes tumbling after…the wide eyed bunch of hungry guests are all in praise….though cant speak a word coz the half chewed samosa would come  rolling down their fancy dresses…but still they do.

Be with ones you love….and admire…..adn enjoy. This preposterous display of the diamond earrings you bought …..is beyond my level of understanding.

Why so flashy son?

Something causes me to click that “New Post” Button..for the second time in one night.Technically…its a new day…post 0000 hours and here I am making up for all those posts which couldnt find their way here , coz some silly ”college”  had  Mid term evaluations.  BY the way..its a couple of reasons which make me return to my “cherished” blog which Some people might refer to as “Bunch Of Nonsense”.

So/

1. Heroes is back…and I just caught the glimpse on youtube. I am not complaining about the quality (It sucked though) but I guess its the most promising season since season one. Sylar is back…with Claire’s power vested in his brains…He is here for alonger time. Niki is back as Tracy (WHy is it so…is because Marigold didnt work out?? ) Mohinder Suresh injects himself with some syrum only to get the same power NIki had. Ando is a lightening man..(Yes..he too has powers..inherently street fight/mortal combat -ish  ) Ya..Linderman is back… Guess who gets  a makeover….the genetic helix did. I guess Fedora sued them or something so they came up with some sort of multi colored ink stain.

2. Fifth sem is took a toll on me when today.. when I mentally collapsed in the MuP lecture. God…DCE is hiring faculty from AMbedkar Institute….yes the teachers in their own words “I was in blah blah and taught in one yar” . SPitting it all but words from his mouth like the sylvester the cat from LOony toons… God..these brain dead lectures at college.

3. Lets define blogging…. I say…”To each hos own” But to some people (Which I am poiniting at..and making faces right now) think……., they think that blogs are meant for alpha geeks and the latest “invention” they made last evening. I say…you do on your blog whatever you want. World is full of dos and donts…and I call it a day only when I am here..on my own space….writing my own digitally mastered ASCII code which human can (correctly) interpret as Sarcasm at times. A stress buster….People are NOT INVITED to read my blog (But I do admireall the hits..) if they dont want to. I am in position to put any such obligation.

Strange how little pieces of paper are helping this world rotate. If not paper….its the digitally generated pulses which decide if you are growing richer by the day or not.

When you in your school…its the note from the teacher to your mommy…. At that point of time..its something which seems to change your world.

Then its the certificates…..with ink vlots all over which people on this planet we call Earth decipher and consider as a parameter of ones capabilities or what may be coined as jugaad.

Its passport for a person in the Middle East, Money for a person on Wall street…..

1.I think…I should not have laughed when the TBC teacher had her own thing going with the group size….it definitely…applies…which you wont know until you face the axe. But fair things are fair for a reason.

2.What do you say when someone asks “is there any problem:// The answer to this question is Yes…its always a Yes Problem…but you dont say it on people’s faces. Yes I have a problem….Yes I have a problem….but again…fair is fair so I gotta make peace with these problems and let go. I have every right to have problems…I am human.

3.Its a hight time…when you need to shun the whole system for its existence. Changing teachers amidst the semester is worse then not having a teacher throughout. Call me make chauvinist pig coz I thought this new guy would definitely be  a better teacher then what we had.. It didnt took him long to get mentally raided by bunch of 60 odd students…..Now call us stupid you bloddy admin.

Yes she was… the spider woman who “preaches” the origin of web to us was in my nightmare again. Just a sight of her hairy mole even in my dreams wakes me up in the middle of the night. And that is it..I would never get back to my sleep again.

Too scared to go to the loo…the spider might be follwing you.

Last weak when I went to get my code “corrected” the feedback blew me away. Her insecurities have outgrown her brains. ANd not being duped by couple of 20 year olds is all thats in her brains (<<the author Laughs and doubts ..at the probabilities of her having one>>)

“I see a break here..between these two lines…but…here the gap is gone?? I smell something fishy”

May be its your brains…put them in the jar again.

So…back to the nightmare… the one I had the night before appearing for her paper..and after watching Kill Bill.

“AP..cover the stairs. I am going towards exit one” as I moved towards the exit one..just outside the first floor of CC.

“Siddhant..get those grenades..”

“Kartik…on a count of three”

“One”

“Two”

“One three….”

“Oh wtf…come one do it fast”

“Two three……”

“2 and a half three”

“Three”

And here we were amidst of banging guns and shots all over the second floor of CC.

It took some time for the smoke to clear out. WHen she was not anywhere to be found. But we had seen…CC all dressed up as a grand wedding hall. And the Groom…..was there waiting..for her.

“what the hell..who are you marrying here at CC…” I asked Bill

“Her!!”

We all turn back to look at the bride…all dressed in white……it was HER.

“Oh….You were not invited..”

“We invite ourselves madam”

“But..I havent checked your papers yet…you may leave”

“This is not how it works…with people like you, shrinking our brains in your endless lectures….we are here to kill”

“Dont kill me..I have to marry tonight…..kill Bill instead”

“What?..who are you gonna marry then?”

Staring with lust at my namesake
“I have few more on my List”

And then…we shot her down. Strange…..No blood squirted out of her tarantino style. But thats becuase spider blood is transparent.

And then..Bill said….

“Guys…I am sorry L&B is down in the ashes…I should have paid my loan back..But I can make up to you……you can be my black mambos…anytime.”