Unspoken Verses

So well, I'm in the US now, studying for a masters in computer science. Also, I'm in a long distance relationship with a girl in India. It's quite a movie story really. We met in office in India. She never wanted to fall for someone, cuz she had her life planned out as resulting in an arranged marriage with a nice guy from her community. But she was just too smart for her own good. We bonded over conversations about the Bhagwad Gita and Mahabharat, and the Universe and ideas and ideologies. And here we are now, in an overseas long distance relationship, while she's probably gonna be meeting some boy in November, you know, the arranged marriage scene. We've decided to take action or do the planning to bring me into the picture only after that. Let's see where it goes. Btw before I forget,  Rick and Morty  is the shit. I also enjoy studying people now. Cultural Differences. And here's what. I'm gonna do a nice big post about Hinduism, and our Indi...

First off, I'm a bad blogger. I had thought that I'd be writing more after that blog post, but, then I stalled, and now, it's been almost 10 days since my return from Kazakhstan. Anyway, so about society, it's pretty standard stuff. Except, that more women than men means, the women are out looking for decent guys more than the guys are out, (one of the Russian guys told me about some chicks who were out to get a guy for boyfriends or more - it was interesting to say the least :P ) And, well, we were exotic foreigners to them. And pretty somewhat flirty girls are always interesting. That said, I have a girl and I let that be known, unlike many others who were something completely different there. And yet, it seemed to me that because, the girls were more and the guys in scarcity, the guys were able to be rather dominating! Or maybe that's the culture! Anyway, I recently started a tech blog, and since the audience for this blog and that blog is pretty much a...

привет That's "Hello" in Russian. That's how all the text around here looks. Anyway, so I'm someone who kind of did a deep study of the sexes and the human behaviour in Kota. And right when I was starting to think I'd seen it all, I came here. I'm here with about 25 students from college.. 15 boys, and 10 girls. This is day 4 of my arrival in Kazakhstan. I made friends with a guy, and the way I work with a new place is, I wanna usually find someone smart, be friends with the local people, and know how the society here works. As Indians, who watch American TV, and American movies and read news about the United States of America, and go to the United States of America, we are somehow wired to see all Caucasians/White people, as similar to Americans in behaviour. We expect, friendly, open people, who talk and make friends. Then we also expect, that even if the friendship may lead to more, they don't discuss in large groups, (like a group of le...

So I am stupid. Stupid as they come. I don't like people either. Cuz the other day, I randomly donated a hundred bucks to these young sardars, who were clearly out to dupe people, and were probably not collecting money for any charity as they claimed. WHY would I do something THAT stupid, that even a new born child in Delhi would probably know better than to do? I have no clue. But what was more annoying was probably, that the second sardar, who saw me being duped that easy, decided to try out his duping skills too. Cuz he started talking about Astrology, and face reading. I'm a cynic of the highest order, and it takes a believer to buy their bullshit. But, anyway, he made all those general statements that apply to practically the entire world's psyche, like "You over think stuff, and get entangled in that. Everything you've gotten so far in the world is your own hard work, not fate. You aim for the everest, and barely make it out your house. You are blunt a...

Heyall. So I just came back from a Lab Exam right now. You see, I'm doing Engineering in Computer Science right now. And so is possibly half the world. But that's not the point. The point is, that when I am wired in, i.e. if you've put me in an intense time shortage situation with a computer in front of me, and an objective to achieve- in the most efficient possible manner- while at the same time accounting for all the mad-bitch exceptions and variations, I am the biggest asshole on this planet. Don't talk to me, don't talk around me, don't ask me stuff, don't look at me, don't look at my desktop and be confused. because what's going on in my head is like this: aosdfhsdqlakjfhiaoufjlksdhflierhfakjdhfijadlfkh2qpomxeozpfyumnjxehgwfklqw except, in that moment, it makes sense to me. Which is a very hard thing to catch- especially for me. So when my Teaching Assistant, who is basically gonna be the one to evaluate me, asked me, if I t...

Come Thursday, and I along with a few of my friends plan to go to  Bhangarh , Rajasthan. Forts Of Bhangarh Located near the edge of the Sariska Tiger Reserve, Alwar District, it is considered one of the most haunted places in India. Possibly the only place, where staying after dark is banned by the Archaeological Society of India (ASI), a govt organization. What causes us, to tread this treacherous path right after the end of the exams, when it's time to celebrate, I know not. Maybe we're suicidal, cuz the exams are beating us black and blue. Definitely me anyway (on the being beaten, not, suicidal part). But then I figure, the dead couldn't be scarier than the living right? Probably just more unexpected. Or maybe not. Either way, wish me luck. I need it for the exams too.

I'm not that great, But this was just plain awesome. :P So, I completed the month, and I asked the guy what my stipend would be, and he said, "Wel, while I've liked your work, but there's one area that seems to be something of a concern for me, and that is basically your commitment. So while I normally would've paid a guy with your level of commitment something like.. umm one peanut, I'll give you 2." I decided to take my 2 peanuts, and go. But I had a great experience here, and really they were all pretty sweet. With a great office culture, no social hierarchies, and nice levels of professionalism. Maybe its time for me to be the sober sweet guy again. Or maybe I should sort my commitment issues. :P This for now. Ah wel. I'll get there when its necessary.   ;)

So I joined these dance classes. And No, its not gay. Infact I dunno what it is with this word lately. You see there was some marriage talk goin on in the house. And I told my mom, not to ever be forcin marriage or settling down on me. That i'd be livin life on my terms, whatever I choose. And she said alright, just make a good livin, gimme dough, and don't turn gay. And that was exactly when I was like, WTF? But anyway. My ex asked me WHY!!!! would I join dance classes. Then she remembered I was awesome at dance. Now, the kind of dance I do is basically a hip-hop style, with some break dance kinda thing, but havin copied moves off tv, I don't know what it exactly is. What I DO know, is that it does NOT consist of doing hip-rolls, shoulder-rolls, and tip-toe things while wiggling your butt to hey baby hey baby hey, all the boys say.. and hollaback girl, with 50 little class twelfth teenage girls, and 5 class 12th teenage boys. I am certain. What more it does ...

So, this is day number 2 for me at work. For the uninformed - which is all of you - I just joined an internship at a media company. This is how the interview went: Interviewer Guy Who'd Eventually Be My BOSS: Hey, Sam-writes (Well  actually my real name, and even though all of you pretty much do know it, I just have this obsessive compulsive need to pretend this is an anonymous blog. Please bear with it.) So tell me what really is SW, how do you define SW. Me: * Uhm... whaaaat?* Well, I am what you see, I like to do a lot of diverse things..uhmm..*stare around* , I play the guitar, I play basketball, I breakdance, I love programming..- IGWEBMB: Yea, now, I found that pretty surprising, not many programmers get involved in stuff like that. Me: Yea well, I was always in the middle, I was a cool guy with the nerd people, and a nerd with the cool people. *Seriously Sam? Is that you talkin?* IGWEBMB:*uhmm.. yeaa* alright, so I have a question for you, and we'll see how...

In keeping with the current thought [ truth is stranger than fiction ], and a friend's recommendation, I'll share a small episode with you. Now, I'm not completely sure about certain details of the following story. But these are finer details that don't really affect the gist of it. So I'll tell it as I remember being told the story. When I was about 1-3 years old, on my birthday, my mom was baking a cake in the oven. It was a primitive kind of oven, which was basically a broad cylindrical aluminium vessel, in which you could place the cake, and the whole thing would heat up. So we were supposed to stay away during the bake. But suddenly, the lights went out. Although, I guess it wouldn't be that sudden, cuz blackouts were a part of the routine back in those days. The 1-3 year old child, got scared of the dark, and ran to his mom, with outstretched arms, hoping maybe for a hug. But as luck would have it, I ran into the hot oven, which burnt the skin ...

You've seen me nice You've seen my nice But you pushed too hard Now see my vice, Bitch see my knife All covered in ice All ready to come Take away your life My light is white My dark is black Won't make up for the things you lack Bitch no more slack I'm done with that I would've let pass the 8 chances you had But you came back Sayin you love me That we were meant together to be And stupid me cuz I believed In your sweet words And sincerity But look at me Look in my eyes As I put my dagger through your life and your eyes stay shut expecting steel cut And I advance to induce fear Then, just don't care to come any near.

As seen by me.

Right now, I'm sitting in a bus, (Volvo - to be precise) heading away from the city of shining lights. The book I intended to read, lies in my bag, which I had earlier decided to carry as hand baggage, but which now lies along with the other checked in baggage. My oh-so-dear headphones are not with me, as they have gone for repair. When I reach college, I'll probably have to resort to my ipod for music, which is sad, only cuz my ipod headphones are somewhat damaged, and as of now, I'm usin very basic phillips ones, which just don't cut it. Plus the music on the pod is a lil old. But anyway, I'm basically looking at a 5 hour long journey, with no music, no book, no window seat, and pretty much nothin else. *** My train reached at bout 11 pm. We took our luggage, hired a coolie and reached our respective cars. Dad took me on a drive through Delhi. I've always loved late night drives in Delhi. Maybe a lil because the dark hides the dirt. Long stretched roads under...

Delhi is beautiful right now. One thing about Delhi, that I've always loved, are the late night drives. *** So we'd called up an autowallah from the campus, to take 5 people to the railway station. He turned up in a tiny auto which would have just about managed to fit 3 people. Maybe he thought, "[nothing]" when I told him to bring an auto for 5 people to the railway station. So not only does he think "[nothing]" when I ask him for an auto for 5 people to the railway station, he also has the balls to go ahead and support his thoughts, by claiming that 5 people could fit into the auto, had it not been for the luggage. Me: We asked you for an auto for five people, to the railway station. WHY would there be no luggage. Him: I dunno... this auto could fit five people, its just the luggage thats the problem. Me: No, there are just 3 seats there. And WHY would there be no luggage? Him: But the other 2 could adjust on that rail bar over there.. its just the luggag...

He stood there. Naked. Head down, arms on the chest. And waited. For those white icicle shards to tear him, as he knew they would. For aeons, hesitant, he stood. Mustering up his will. And he finally turned the knob, anticipating the chill. And it came, almost as if to kill. Long, thin, sharp, cold and white, straight for the chest. And just one single thought dominated his head. When will the freaking geysers start working? *** The other solution, which most people have used is to stop bathing.

So I've spent bout 3 weeks in this college now, and I figure its bout time for me to write a little bout it. I'm gonna be the sadistic mock that I am in general, and describe characters by writing sentences that those particular people are likely to say (not). Please do understand that I exaggerate for fun. Director : Hello all you lovely people. I know I smile a lot and sound really polite and nice, but please do not miss the obvious sarcasm dripping from my voice. I also love to remind you that if there's something that I want you to do, and you don't wanna do it, then you still have the option of withdrawing your admission from this college. I will do all in my power to help you get back a fair sum of your fees money. In short, all you awesome people, I hate humanity. 100 yr old maths teacher who's got the-most-freakishly-impressive-CV : *mumble mumble in my mouth* Physics mechanics teacher : I really wanna go home. :'( I mug up stuff and puke it here. 2nd y...

Children, though usually bugging are rather interestingly cute sometimes. Here are a few episodes that deserve a mention. Venue: Kota. Child: Landlord's grandkid. [I've come back from my class, and I'm climbing up the stairs. As I pass the middle floor, which is the landlord's living place, I see the Landlord's grandchild, about 4-5 yrs old, and looking up at me, as I pass. I smile at him, as he continues chewing the food, that his mother is probably feeding to him. I reach my room, open it and realize that I'd left something downstairs. I lose the bag, and go down. On my way down, the child is not there, as he's probably gone to get his next bite of the food from his mother. After finding whatever it was I had left behind, I start climbing the stairs, and again as I pass the middle floor, the child is there.] Kid: *Astonished* I JUST saw you go up!!!! Me: Yeah? .. Nice! Kid: There are TWO of you!!!! :O Me: Are you sure? Maybe I came back down when you weren...

Welcome to my fairly-long-pendin formal welcome address. Basically, I had planned to do a nice Venez-à-Delhi formal welcome address, 1st post after the End Kota series(which reminds me, I think all u people's countin must suck cuz no one seems to have brought up the fact that there's no end kota part 2 post there. OR you're convinced that on the planet I hail from, the no. ''2'' rhymed way too much with "foo", n since that isn't a real word, they decided to get rid of 2 too. Plus two words soundin like too/two were way too many twos, right? I wonder if you realise that does not make any sense!? Why would u think stuff like that?) But then (go scroll back up to see the stuff before the bracket)really important n strange stuff happened( the hair cut , and JEE ), and the welcome address got left behind somewhere. Nevertheless, here I am with my welcome address. So Delhi, I suppose was over-the-top excited bout me returning, cuz its welcome was to...

Hello there. Its been quite sometime now since a proper post. I wonder if I even remember how its done. Now that would be tough if only there was anything to it right? Technically, "asdjhqowie" would qualify as a post. Not an interesting one, or even comprehensible for that matter.. or any adjective other than rubbish, crap or WTF?!? (which isn't really an adjective, but it still describes stuff I suppose, so lets ignore that for now.) [**pssst - I conveniently left out the implications the word 'proper' may have had.] But well, whatever. So anyway, I just gave my IIT paper yesterday. Before the 1st paper, I was awesomely relaxed, cool and positive, which was a bit mad at a level, cuz I'd so totally ruined my life for Mr.Judgement Day here, and the least I could do was feel apprehensive and tensed, and NO, it wasn't the confidence in my preparation. It was more of that strange peace n disattachment I seem to feel when strong emotions are required. And t...

22nd Feb 2010 Right now, i'm travellin back home at about 100kmph. There are stretches of grass covered land for as far as the eye can see, on both my sides, and an occasional truck or advertising board zippin by. Kota seems distant now, which is rather suprisin, it jus feels unreal. N in a strange way, i guess i'll miss it. I mean its fair why they say there's no price to freedom. :P Remember how i'd talked bout my pride at not-carin-how-i-look was unfounded? Wel i now don't care how i look at a whole new level. It probably started with bein perceived strange for wearin shorts. It led to apathy for others' perception at a nicely new magnitude. As of now, my hair is unruly, wild, long, n crazily curly. N I have a fairly dense beard. My parents have been naggin me to get them cut.( Thats kinda when I really started cherishin my far left behind solitude) :P Neway, jokes apart, I think at the end, I really do seem to like Kota-the adventurous experience . If only...