happy man.

for the record. i have changed my blog title from I communicate, i blog to thought factory. all these days i thought that the url i have for this blog is too lame. knowsudeep. i still think its too lame. Although there was a url-thoughtfactori.blogspot available maintaining two blogs is too taxing. so i settled half way by changing blog title and i want to thank the guy who made the template iam currently using. its so damn cute. i guess its always better that one blogs without any preparation. when we prepare we tend to hide what we actually want to tell. my blogging in the future looks bright as you can see i already have two posts in under one hour. change always brings special dose of energy to continue something which you had left behind. Change is the only constant.

long time no see

its been a long time that i have not blogged. what the hell its been more than six months. any explanation i give for not having posted is going to be a testimony of my laziness. have written a lot of stuff offline. will try to upload asap.

How would you react?

It is just a regular day in college. Summer heat has taken its toll. The class is going on, the lecturer is talking about something which most of the people in class have no clue about. And suddenly one person walks into the class room unannounced. His face is fully wrinkled, whiskers have grown long indicating that he has not shaved for many days and is wearing soiled clothes. He looks at the lecturer and makes some gestures. Everyone knows what is he there for. Many sitting in the class find his coming in a welcoming change as it made the lecturer stop her perfunctory.

He holds out two photocopies which so that everyone can read. It confirms that his blood relative is suffering from lymph related disorders. It becomes clear, he is expecting us to give him some money which will go a long way in helping him. He just stands there for a minute or so to see any kind of movements at our side. What he sees is a total muted response. He looks straight into everyone’s eyes. It is now when you want to be invisible. Such a stomach wrenching uneasiness sets in your body and it won’t abate until that person is off.

Suddenly you start wondering about the vanity of life and its unpredictability. There starts a debate in your mind. Its now divided, one side says,” who lets these people, what were the security doing? Such people should not be allowed to enter the campus at all”. the other side offers the counter debate saying,”  its the hopelessness that has driven him into doing this. Otherwise why would he come to our college asking for alms. Even he has his loved ones whom he cares about. He is trying to do all what is in his capacity to do as much as he can to his suffering relative”. 

He is so elder to me and I don’t know what to react, whether to give an understanding smile or frown. Because I really cant understand or pretend to know what that person is going through. You don’t want to be indifferent either. The former would indict me to give him money, the latter will portray me as someone incapable of compassion. I wanted to know badly what kind of facial expression I should wear. He walks through the passages in between the setting of benches. I just keep my head down and look sideways.

Thousand thoughts pound in your head just in that one moment when you look the man in the face: of self doubt, meaning of life, the mockery of god, questioning the reality, the dogma prevalent in societies and its inequalities, the scare about what future has in future why him? What if it is someone whom I knew before? 

He goes around the class and leaves. The uneasiness lowers. The class enters into it usual gloom. But the incident stays in your mind.

Please let me know from your comments what would you have done.

Girl friend, she is.

At last I am hooked. Its one thing which every guy wants and very few actually manage. So, here I am making into that league of elite.

Like every guys fantasy even my girl is quiet fair rather you can call her complexion white to be frank. And to your dismay you find that she is lot elder to me( don’t be shocked as to how did I manage to get hooked with a senior….read on).

She is like this normal girlfriend, not much of a difference, total NON SENSE AND ZERO COMMON SENSE. You ought know, she is a beauty. She has looks which can command every eyes in her direction, you might as well call it unmatched.

First look, second look, third look,…….. Guaranteed. She is the neck bender and a head turner. Many people who see me with can her seldom understand the chemistry between us. Many of them have even gone to the extremes by asking “WHY HER??”. I would give them a candid reply-“lovvu guru”,


She is fun to be with. She is a apostle of simplicity. But can be very hard and rude to the people who have no idea about her. Many people don’t know how to even start meddling with her. The flare and the flamboyance of hers is uncommon.

You might ask what is she like ? You mean as in attitude, let me tell you folks she has loads. It’s not easy living with her but when you are not with her the only thought in my mind will be when I can take her out on a ride again. And she talks so much. Much more than you can imagine. When she talks its always at the top of her voice, lest everybody could hear it. And when she talks, it’s a restriction on you that you listen because there is no option b. she can scream too which she does very frequently.
In my quest of maintaining a relationship with her, she has turned me into one major spendthrift. She has been drilling a hole through my pocket since the time I said I DO. Today I cut down on my food just to take her out and spend some time of solitude with her, the time which is only mine. You will have to cajole her a lot before taking her out and I have to do it every day. But once she is in the mood then there is nothing which can stop her.


What is it, I cannot hear you? Oh you are asking the most obvious question. How is she to look? What can I say? The word is SEXY, its her body which sent my mind spinning in the first place. Truly a love at first sight!! She has got the sleekest body I can imagine. Not an ounce of unwanted muscle. Right parts of right size at the right places. She is way too simple compared to anyone else. I don’t think she uses any cosmetics but still manages to look so great.

I don’t have the looks which can parallel hers. I, with this tiny frame of mine, people often wonder whether I can lift her at all. I do, somehow I manage.

I took me good three months to get to know her. I am still in the endeavor of getting to know more. If she gets angry, its one heck of a predicament which you don’t want to be in, god only can save you and nobody.

She can embarrass you in public like anything and you can do nothing but get embarrassed and gulp in the insult because you love her too much to break up with her. But when she is in good mood I bet you, there cannot be a better companion.

You go on ride with her, she will see to it that all the disturbances in your mind is cleared off and you are back in your high spirits again. The way she instigates the free flow of thoughts, you really feel lucky to have someone like her along.


I sit in the class waiting for it get over coz I know that she is desperately waiting for me in the bike stand all alone with no company. Once I am done, I run to her as I never have for our reunion and there she is standing in the shade, my bike, my YEZDI ROADKING(CNH 1101).

And by god in the 4th para from the bottom, i meant my mechanic.
 

The making of CieSta ‘09.

This post of mine is coming after a long gap, although I don’t think many people are very anxious and curious about what I write. In the past few days there are so many incidents which I badly want to be documented and to be known to everyone.

I don’t remember the date. I was sitting on the steps of yampa( its our college juice parlor, now don’t ask me which is my college). My friend Sindhu comes and says,” hey, Satish( the CR of 8th sem B) is trying to organize CS fest”. The reaction on my face was indifference. I knew about Satish. He would have so many plans but still would end up with no one supporting him except one or two. I thought this plan of CS fest is also going into drains as did the plans of giving a freshers party to our juniors (Yes, my dear juniors. There was a plan to give you guys a Freshers party, I guess you weren’t lucky enough)

I told sindhu,” wow, nice initiative. Madi madi( translating into English: go ahead and do it)”. She was like,”yeno madi madi anthiya, madthiVi annu ( don’t tell us to do it, instead say that we shall do it)”. I was literally flabbergasted by her common sense. Just an addition of one syllable changed the entire meaning of the sentence. Then I said something to cover my indifference for the topic which she was forcing into our conversation. I asked her the dates, she says that its on 28th and 29th of March. Then I asked her were they not the days immediately following Ugadi and she said yes. After this reply of hers I was damn sure that the feast is going to be a glib and moreover I had promised my parents that I will be coming home for Ugadi as I had not gone for Shivarathri. My immediate question was that why cant Satish get better dates somewhere in the next month. Answer was that there were no other dates available. If it had to be done then it had to be done only on those dates and no other go. Then she told all sorts of ideas: going home and coming back on the morning of the fest and blah, blah. I made my face as though I bought the idea of CS fest. Then I went away telling her that I have a lab and will surely think about what she said.

The matter of CS fest was out of mind in no time. But I did hear people talking about the fest once in while, but their talk seemed to be more skeptical than enthusiastic. Then one day somehow I got to know that there is going to be a volunteer meet for organizing the fest. And it came unto me to do the announcements in my class. I did the announcements; in fact those were the highest number of sentences I had spoken in my new class since 5th semester with some exceptions. There were few raised eyebrows, indifferent atmosphere and not much of enthusiasm which I could see. I did away with it somehow.

I enter the classroom where the volunteer meet was happening. I hear satish saying that this fest is going to be a low budget as there were strict NOs on getting any sponsorship, on collecting funds from juniors (the administration thought it might turn out to be some extortion scheme I guess). I was dumbstruck. How in the heavens were we to organize a show without no one financing it?

Our cs junta kept coming in and going out. Few were from first years. Even less were from second year, some third year and most of them finals year junta. On a book we started jotting down all the events we are going to conduct. Committees were made, volunteers assigned.

The next day comes the bomber. Our first internals are scheduled at the beginning of the week in which the CS fest was to take place. The internals was followed by Ugadi on Friday which made it a long weekend, giving people all the more reason to go home for the festival after internals. Mind you, the volunteer meet was held when there were less than twelve days left for the fest.

Our biggest hurdle was to make the students of CS branch to stay back for the fest, at the least. We had posters to be printed, classes to be notified, there was this internals coming up, people bunking every now and then. We were finding it difficult to sell the idea of people staying back for the fest or coming back early for it form their native. All of a sudden I get a sms in my phone and …….

To be continued.