Tagged

I was tagged by Sajal yesterday at G-talk and here it goes...

Blogging for me is:

It is not for me but for my readers. 

 

'One' resolution for New Year:

I want to look like Aamir khan (without 8 packs)

 

Bike or Car (and why):

Car, I’ve three reasons for it

1.       It’s safer than bike

2.       I’ve always dreamt of going on a long drive with my soul-mate in a car.

3.       While driving a car you can look into the eyes of.......... obviously you can guess?? J

 

A chance to fly or a chance to be invisible (and why):

Invisible, I suffer from Acrophobia (an extreme or irrational fear of heights).

I would love to love:

My parents, they deserve my love more than anyone in this world.

 

Most recent Dream I had:

I’m a kid again. Teacher in the school asks to describe a word and I was struggling L

 

If I were to marry today, I would:

If the girl is pretty, I would be delighted.

If the girl is not so ..., I wouldn’t marry and convince everybody that I’m underage (I’m actually 20 years old). 

 

My Dream Girl is/would be:

SHEEEE

 

Best Flirt I have known personally:

A guy named Harsh from Tata DAV public School, Noamundi.

He had no work other than changing girlfriends every fortnight.

He is a gem of Noamundi. I like the ways he used to flirt with girls.

 

Physics or mathematics (and why):

Physics, I understand it more and it is easier than mathematics.

 

Given a chance to paint the sky, I would (which colour):

White.

 

Favourite Poet (author I know):

Chetan Bhagat.

 

Favourite Blog:

1. CHRONICLES OF FIRST LOVE (teenage love story)

Its sequel

2. In Love Again…

Please don’t miss these blogs

 

Favourite childhood story:

The crocodile and the monkey...

I’ve heard many versions of it, my grandmother first narrated then I've read it many times.

 

If I were to compare moon to 1 thing, I would:

Incomparable.

 

Latest Crush:

Asin, the actress in Ghajini.

 

Favourite 3 letter word (tricky one):

IIT, I know this is not a word but I’m obsessed with IIT.

 

One thing I hate about Internet:

It’s addictive and it can make your life miserable if internet connection is disturbed.

 

Latest Lie that I told:

No, I can’t remember.

 

Hindi word I use most frequently:

Haan (Yes)

 

English word I use most frequently:

Obviously, this is most used by all the engineering students.

 

Favourite question among the above ones:

Favourite 3 letter word (tricky one):

 

Least favourite question among the above ones:

Blogging for me is:

 

PS: I don't know much about this tagging business
PS: What is your New year resolution?
PS: Fourth semester starts today
PS: Going to attend the Mathematics lecture(boring), bye

"I", "me" and "we"

Blogger! Blogger! I’m here,
Don’t get afraid as I’m not so near.
I also read, and I also drink.
I also sight, and I also fight.
I also feel, and I also want to kill.
However, I don’t want to slay people,
I want to transfigure the belief, approach and emotion,
which drives the insane to harm our nation.
I’m also religious, and I’m also spiritual.
I also talk, and I also laugh.
I also hate, but not everyone,
actually, I don’t despise people,
I detest those who are foes,
people who are lunatic to add to our woes.
The problem also lies within me.
The seed of hatred has also tried to germinate within me.
If I simply replace the letter ‘I’,
we could lead a life which would please every eye.
Let me try, let me fail.
At least, give me a chance.
Blogger! Blogger! We’re here,
Don’t get afraid as we are near.
We are here, we are dear.
We are united, and we are fearless.
We will stand together, and we will live together.
We cannot be shaken, as all the tremors are
absorbed. We are ready for war,
but we would love to live in peace.
However, we are ready.
We are ready for war against injustice.
We are ready for war against inhumanity.
We are ready for war against terrorism.
We are one, and ‘I’ is none.

PS: Is this a poem?
PS: This is my second attempt in poetry
PS: Did you like it?..please let me know
PS: Holidays over....
PS: Back to blogosphere, I'm happy

Are you Bored?---What to do when you are bored??

Life is not so interesting. Every fifth day, you may feel bored and not find anything interesting or funny to do.
I have been through many such boring moments in my life and I’ll share what I do when I feel bored…….

1. Search something interesting on the internet……that’s very difficult!!!
2. Visit Orkut profiles of your friends……..you’ll not find anything interesting.
3. Visit random Orkut profiles of unknown persons…....you’ll find loads of interesting things.



Sometimes, it could well lead to something very funny and interesting.
Once, I did a similar sort of thing.
I visited profile of a girl and left a scrap.
Scrap :Do I know you??

After this a really interesting conversation followed….

Girl: This question should have been asked by me…….
Me: Yeah……but I thought you know me??
Girl: Why should I know you...? Are you a celebrity??
Me: Actually, Your profile picture resembled one of friends’….but I couldn’t remember
her name……So, I thought let’s see if you remember me….
Girl: I don’t have a twin sister…..and I don’t know you…..so please stop bugging me…
Me: BTW…….what do you do?
Girl: I’m doing my graduation and preparing for CAT-2009.
There was a moment to be seized…………..after that some general talks made us friends………….. I hope she(the girl) doesn’t read this……..but she never reads my blog.
I’m safe.
Announcement
I know that I’m not a good blogger. I do commit a lot of mistakes in my blog posts.
If anyone of you want to rectify me and willing to waste your valuable time with my blog and me, you are free to do so.
Steps
1. Send me an e-mail.
2. Subject: I want to bore you.
3. E-mail body: Write your name, qualification (just for fun), blogging experience.
4. E-mail address: ashishiitkgp4@gmail.com

PS: I thank unlisten for her suggestion about this post.
PS: I'm enjoying my holidays at home.
PS: I don't think our government will attack Pakistan.
PS: Do apply for the boring job.
PS: "Sorry Bhai" is a good timepass movie.

Marriages are Made in Heaven

A young man loves a woman; the love is also reciprocated by the lady. They have spent their most memorable college days together. The obvious question in your mind would be, "There are many love stories like this.......What's different?"
The story is about an IITian.
There are many IITians and merely this doesn't make the story different.
Okay, let me put the whole story in a different manner than what I decided before I started writing this post.
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A studious boy studies and succeeds in getting a seat at an IIT, is he lucky?
No, I don't think so. There is a reason behind this answer.

The next dream of every IIT student (male) is to have a female companion at college.......why am I
using such respectable word for the much common word "girl-friend"?
This also has a reason.

The boy finally enters into a relationship with an IITian lady (her classmate), is he lucky?
Again, no.

They both pass out of IIT with spectacular offers, is he lucky? ...err are they lucky?
No, certainly not.

Finally, there relationship takes a decisive turn. The most important event in a person's life is marriage. They are finally engaged and their wedding ceremony is due on 6th December. Are they
lucky?
No.





Around a week before their marriage, the girl came across a bad news. Her fiancé was shot dead at Mumbai. The
terrorists did this to end an eternal love story.
This justifies the above phrase (title of this post) about marriages. However, I'm quite depressed.
I know a friend whose mother was also a student of Prof. Banerjee, the father of the boy who died.
The Professor also teaches my friend. He is also very upset after this incident.
Some serious steps need to be taken to demolish terrorism.
I don't know who is responsible for this shameful attack on the financial capital of India, but obvious finger points towards someone, and I don't want to name them. I may be wrong but I cannot help my emotions. India is still a developing country. India is still not a safe country to live in. India is not poverty free. Our democracy is not democratic enough to handle many critical situations.
I just salute the people who have lost their lives in Mumbai but I've special affection and empathy for the girl and his fiancé.
Malayesh and Khushboo were made for each other.
Destiny had different plans. Life has been quite unfair to the couple.
I cannot gather my thoughts to describe Khusboo's present state of mind but she would be definitely in shock.She was all set to tie the knot next week. Now her world has fallen apart.

They (Malayesh and Khushboo) are definitely not so lucky!!!
Their story will always be in my memories.
Marriages are made in heaven!!!

PS: You can visit their webspace about their wedding from here
PS: We should stand together and fight against terrorism
PS: BTW...have I deviated a lot and started writing bad posts??PS: Going home tomorrow.
PS: I'll not be able to blog too much for a month, but please keep commenting as I would definitely be checking my e-mail's
PS: BYE

The Immortal

In this world, there is nothing called invincible, immortal, or any other synonym you would like to use. However, every rule has its exception. The almighty god is certainly immortal and he is the only power which can control the immortality of everything.
Every tangible matter in this world is always uncertain about its existence. Any Guesses.....about what you are going to read...??
I'll give a hint.
What is the opposite of mortal? (Answer in Hindi)
AMAR.
Do you need more hints?
Okay! I'll give another clue, what would you do if you are going to die within 3 months?


Yeah! I've seen Dasvidaniya. The character of Amar in the movie is one of the few characters in recent Bollywood movies which has a lot of influence in our lives. There is a bit of Amar in every one of us. Amar is organized, disciplined, honest, dedicated but his simplicity and innocence makes me feel apparently that he is responsible for everything which he is facing. Life has also been quite unfair to this person who chalks down his "Things to do...". When the doctor explains the nature of his stomach cancer the innocence of Amar can even melt the coldest heart.
The actual character of Amar starts after this bad news.
I've not given any movie review nor will I do it for this time.
I'm just touched by the protagonist of the film which can be felt by everybody at some point of time.
The way he plans his ten "things to do before he dies...." is very special and unique for any movie (at least in my recent memory).
What if I ask you the same question?
I know this is a difficult question but do give it a try. I tried to answer the same question and believe me it's much more difficult than what it seems. I’ll try to simplify this for you.
Just answer any one of these questions which are influenced by the movie Dasvidaniya.
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1. Would you propose a married lady who is also your childhood love?
2. Would you go to an alien land, i.e. a foreign tour to meet your selfish friend?
3. Can you afford to pay an EMI of 3 lakhs for a car loan?
4. Would you stop reading/writing blogs?

PS: Dasvidaniya is a heart touching movie, please don't miss it.
PS: Apparently I felt tiny droplets rolling down my cheek after the movie.
PS: Should I change the title of this post?

I'm so sick of love songs.....

".......And I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?

Gotta fix that calendar I have......."






This song is echoing in my ears loud and loud and even louder. The lyrics are very sharp which has penetrated my heart and I can't stop listening to this song...........I've been listening to it again and again and again.............my playlist is full of this song.
Coming back to my life, exams are over and please don't ask any questions about it. It has been a horrible week for me; this one week taught me enough lessons. I know college life makes everybody vulnerable to exams but it was different in my case. There is one course which is still giving me nightmares......I didn't have an answer to even a single question and do you know what people do in such circumstances???
They write every crap which comes to their mind and try to give back the misery to the evaluator...........I did the same thing.........I wrote everything which I knew about the subject. The fact is I knew a little, so I didn't write much........but according to many experienced experts (people who have gone through the same phase say "I'll pass....I hope their words come true....").
Well I won’t bore anymore.

PS: End-semester exams are over.
PS: I'll be writing some better posts than this one.
PS: Please comment on my posts....either positive or negative..or even nasty
PS: I would like to know what you want to read in my blog?
PS:I mean suggest some topics...after all it's you people for whom I'm writing.
PS:I'm waiting for your suggestions

Sourav Ganguly - The disputed legend!!!

In life everything is an act of chance. There are some things which you don't like and you have no reason for it. The fact may be that the prejudices associated with those are such strong and influential that it is difficult for you to have a first impression of it. However, you must have been annoyed with these lines.
There was a time when I was not attracted towards girls. It's not that I didn't like savouring pretty faces but I was a kid and my small childish world was not infested with the hormonal effects.
There was a phase in my life when I disliked my father watching cricket matches while my favourite cartoon shows were aired on a different channel.
There was a time when I wanted to be a medical practitioner or in other words a doctor.

After these many years my likes and dislikes have changed.

I love watching girls, I like talking to them and I like spending time with them. (Only exception if the girl is not pretty)
I'm a crazy cricket spectator who cannot afford to miss a cricket match in which India is playing.
I'm studying at IIT kharagpur and after more than 2 years I'll be an engineer and not a doctor.
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Destiny is such a beautiful thing that it always plays the fair game.
I cannot describe each of the three changes which have affected me but one popular and the most searched of the hour is cricket, so here I'll talk about it.
1999, Cricket world cup
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I was watching a cartoon episode probably of the Duck tales, when the transmission was interrupted for a while. I switched to many channels (not many as at that time India was not a victim of the idiot box fever).



I had no other option than to watch a cricket match of India against Sri Lanka. There I discovered my disputed legend, Sourav Ganguly.


That innings by ganguly made cricket my world and I was lost in ganguly's world. His off-side extravagance and spectacular sixes over the long-on and long-off looked more gorgeous than pretty faces of girls.
After the world cup India saw many changes, the team was not doing well and captaincy was juggling in the hands of Azharuddin, Sachin and Jadeja.
If this was not enough the match-fixing scandal added to the woes of Indian cricket as two of its great players were lost as its repercussions and Indian cricket was probably facing one of the greatest crisis in their history.
Sourav ganguly was made the Indian captain as Sachin himself rejected the role as his batting form was affected due to captaincy. When Ganguly was made the skipper everybody raised eyebrows over his appointment. However, I felt great as he was my hero.
Under his captaincy finding new talent was never difficult. We saw the birth of Zaheer, Sehwag, Dhoni, Yuvraj and the list goes. He always had the fire to fight till the last bowl.
Ganguly saw many criticisms. His captaincy was doubted at times but he went on to become the most successful Indian captain. His batting was always under the microscope and every Tom, Dick and Harry enunciated the end of his career. Here was Ganguly's way of giving them the answer, he fought hard and came back to the Indian team and it's not a matter of surprise that he batted like a maestro in the last series he played against Australia.
India might have forgotten, the last time when Australians came to India after winning 15 test matches in a row, he was the captain who led the Indian side which haulted Australia's dream run.
Dhoni might prove to be a great captain but he has to learn many things.
I would also like to pay respect to the other Indian fighter on the field who has also retired recently, Anil Kumble. This legendary spinner had no problems in engineering his action and style of bowling, his degree in engineering must have come to great use.





Coming back to sourav Ganguly, I'm reminded of the aggression in Indian team which has been due to the legacy which Ganguly will leave in Indian cricket.
Indian cricket has starting saying," You rub it in my face, I'll rub it back with extra chilli powder ".



Sachin, Gavaskar and Dravid are no doubt the batting legends of modern cricket but Sourav definitely is a legend in himself, he is a complete package and probably the disputed legend.
Ganguly has made Indian cricket team as "Team India".
Now that ganguly has achieved more than what an average cricketer dreams, his thoughts would be occupied by these words," It’s the journey which gives you happiness and not necessarily the destination"
BEST OF LUCK Sourav ganguly!!!!!
I wish you a bright future and enjoy your life with your family

Serendipity

In my life everything has occurred very strangely and unexpectedly but I would rather like to use this word, "serendipity". Yeah I've become a logophile .
When I thought something is over, it starts again. There is one good thing about predicaments, "they are always unexpected, just as you feel everything is going smoothly they knock your head."
Yeah!! This is a fact. However, strange coincidences have often gave me some sweet and nice surprises; Some of them has also helped me carve out my career. It is the result of beautiful coincidences threaded together with some inspirational encounters. My life has always been dynamic and though it would not be quite evident to everybody but if someone is really close to me then he would be able to comprehend what I'm trying to say.
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To be honest enough I've not done a lot of good things to talk about. I still would like to acknowledge the effort of few people and some coincidences.
When I was a kid I was aimless. I know that I thought of becoming a doctor but that was just a childhood imagination as a result of some good experiences with smart doctors. I'd a lot of good prejudices about the medical field, for most part of my teenage and childhood-phase I admired doctors and wanted to be one.
However, destiny had different plans.
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Serendipity no.1

When I was a kid I usually did everything for fun, aimless and meaningless. I know kids are like me but there are a few smart kids who are smart enough to think about their career and goals in life; nevertheless, I was not the one.
Until class 9th, I was an unimaginative boy. One strange thing happened which changed my life; you can find out what actually happened with me from here.
In short, I was changed by this incident. I started setting my goals. I realised I need to have reasons to live life. I always hope that by being successful I'll be able to win her. I know people have their self-motive behind everything, so do I. Initially when she went, I couldn't get any way to come out of the loneliness, the void was getting bigger and deeper in my heart. I made a resolution to myself that I would have to be successful for her. I couldn't stop thinking about her!!!
This made me a man with reasons. I kept on increasing my level of thinking to establish myself.
Nevertheless, I would be rude if I don't mention about my grandfather who has helped to delve my personality. He searched my potential winner attitude and gifted to me when it was most needed.
He is the only one person very close to me whom I respect more than I love .There are many reasons for it.
Yeah!!!This was serendipity as though my career was keen to turn towards medical field one of the talks with my grandfather and the memory of her made me an IITian.
Thanks grandpa!! I really mean it.
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Serendipity no.2

I never wanted to read books. I almost hated reading anything. I though glanced at the morning newspaper for the important news and all. There was a good friend of mine who suggested me to read the Five Point Someone by Chetan Bhagat. I read that book in 1 day, followed that with his second book, "One night @ the call centre". The books made me a fan of Chetan. I started reading books. Recently I started writing blogs.
The way it turned my life is unimaginable. I've made few friends through this blog and one of them who made this all possible is the owner of deadlypj. This website is one of the amazing things I've ever seen which is a product of a student. The guy with his immense contacts made my presence felt in the blogosphere.
I know my blog have received mixed reactions but I want to end this post by these words
,"Every week 200 new visitors visit my blog, out of them 150 don't read my blog, 20 hate my blog, 20 would not visit my blog again, 10 love my blog and I write for those 10"

PS: This post is very close to my heart
PS: I would love if you leave a comment.
PS: B.T.W I've an exam just 2 hours from now, yes I'm blog addicted.
PS: BYE

My score is 1-2 !!!

I know that some of my last posts are very much engulfed by my thoughts about IIT but still I can't help as this post is also not going to be different in respects of IIT blab.
Kindly handle my lunacy.
My life so far has only seen three goalposts and my score is 1-2.
As you read "1-2" you might be tempted to comment something on my perception of looking life.
I know considering the positive frame of mind you are currently in or not may think that "2-1" would have looked better.
"There are always two ways to look at a half-empty glass."
These views may trigger your thoughts about me. You may think that I'm a pessimistic dolt.
However, I'm a kind of person who is among the rare cricket fans of India who troubled his eyes late-night and witnessed the most part of the famous NatWest final between India and England. There was a time when India's chance was very bleak, but I still couldn't resist my temptation to watch the match till the last bowl. It's not the only occasion, I can articulate a list of around 10-20 matches but I don't want to hurt my blog hits, which is also not so good these days.
In short, I'm an optimistic creature with a little introvert behaviour which makes people think that I'm very boring, dull and self-centered but there are a lot of reasons behind this unusual behaviour.
At first instant you might think that I'm no different person but if you spend some time with me you will discover my boring personality further.
So here I go with the actual story for which the blog post is published..
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I'll carry from the "1-2 score.........."
The goalposts (are/were):
1. To secure admission in a good school at Ranchi (my score 1-0).
2. To do engineering from an IIT (...... 2-0).
3. Read further to discover yourself, but I declare that my score is (1-2).

People at IIT are quite ambitious; to be frank I'm no exception to this rule. However, I don't like doing everything which is a potential catapult for my career. Jerks might write an essay story about themselves but I've just a line to describe myself ,"I do each and every thing passionately, either I fully commit to a task or I say a loud and clear "no"; I cannot do a chore half-heartedly".
I may sound very arrogant but I don't prefer my humble attitude to couple with my so far negative post to hurt my ego.
I had only one dream after coming to IIT. I always imagined myself as a core-team member of the organising team of the SpringFest (the annual cultural fest of IIT Kharagpur). I tried to emulate the personalities of some members of the core-team in my dreams. My mind was occupied with the planning needed to get in to the team.
The wait was over as this august just few weeks after the start of third semester the selection process started. The first round was the traditional GD (group discussion) and interviews followed for the candidates who cleared the GD.
I reached the Gymkhana (for GD) very late. I mean was among the last four guys to give the GD. There were questions about my delay in coming for the important GD but my reason was genuine as my train was unexpectedly late by two hours.
However, I was able to impress the seniors with my GD.
Yeah! The process of intake in the team is looked after by our seniors. I kept my fingers crossed until the results were out.
I was among the few 50 out of 150 (plzz.. forgive the figures are not exact) to sail through the first round.
The next day we were called for the personal-interviews. I was a bit doubtful about my chances but still I'd a feeling that there is no reason that I'll not be a part of the core-team. I'd to wait for a long time for my turn to come. Finally, I was called. After the interview everything changed, it was not difficult for me to realize that I'm not going to be a core-team member. The reason was quite obvious. Politics at IIT Kgp is really a cause of worry. I lost my third dream just because of the silly politics which has ruined IIT Kgp.
It was really difficult for me to handle my emotions, I was left shattered. My interview got over at around 12:30 am (night) and the state of disbelief made me cycle around the kgp campus thrice.
It took me quite a long time to come back to normal frame of mind.
It is not that I've forgotten my dreams about SpringFest but now I have few reasons to be at IIT Kgp.
1. I'm in my Department's fest "Great Step" organising team . This was the first edition of the Great Step which took place on
1st and 2nd November. It got a sponsorship which was worth more than the sponsorship Kshitij (Annual techno-management Festival of IIT Kharagpur )got when it started.
2. I’m also associated with one more society at IIT Kgp which is doing very well; SFIH.
3. I’m happy at IIT Kgp.

I end my post with a positive note that my score is 2-1 (and not 1-2).

PS: This is one of my rare posts which doesn't have a girl character.
PS: I'd a great weekend; Swastik(the rock band) came to IIT Kgp.
PS: Thank-you for reading a long post.

Desultory! (please bear with the randomness)

There's a kind of freedom in being completely screwed, because you know things can't possibly get any worse.
--The Freshman
For your kind information I haven't seen "The Freshman" .
I was just not getting anything to write about so I searched some sites and found this movie quote.
This really describes my present sophomore year at IIT Kharagpur. If you are a regular reader of my blog then you must have realised that I always use the word "really”. I mean I overuse it to such an extent that I do feel that I should stop using this word really!!
Well where was I?
Yeah just checked previous lines for confirmation. I always thought that college life will be the best part of life and waited for it like an Indian girl who waits for her marriage. But I do share same feelings with that married woman who was eagerly looking for her marriage. I must say when I was in my intermediate classes during last 2-3 years of my school life I fell in love with IIT. The passion for a seat in IIT made me crazy.
I know many of my friends couldn't handle their hormonal changes at that vital juncture of life and fell in love with real persons at least they were sensible to comprehend real feelings for real living beings.
I don't mean that my love for IIT was insane or lunatic or zany. I had strong feelings for IIT. I dreamt about IIT, I thought about IIT, I talked about IIT, my morning newspaper search would be news related to IIT. My each and every second was devoted towards thinking about IIT. Now I would stop bragging about my love for IIT as I have just now realised that I've typed IIT 12 times (including the last one).
I also tried to emulate my friends' activities related to flirting and flattery but I realized it that men should do things which are meant for them. I seriously quit those activities and found my own way to enjoy life.
The love for physics made me a person who never raised his head when he noticed some girls around.
It is a well known fact that I'm still remembered for this behaviour. As said by my ex-neighbour, “I’ve never ever seen Ashish more close than 5 meters to a strange girl."
This line may seem quite stupid but the original version in Hindi has a lot of sarcasm and appreciation at the same time that by remembering that line my heart and lips smile at the same instance.
For the people who are searching the girl character in this post I'll not surprise them with not mentioning about girls.
Fact maybe that when I was in love with those "three letters (13th time...)"I stopped thinking about girls but I did love to see some beautiful faces at school and coaching centres. I don't want to name every one of them because of two reasons:
1. I don't want to publicly announce their names
2. I don't remember their names....lolz

Girls have always found a special place in every post and so this time also I'll not change that trend.
Though I never tried to have any sort of interaction with the girls in school our any other place but still........
Life has so many surprises that you always have to face some sweet experiences.
I still remember that day as it was the first time when I was standing in front of the queue for purchasing the admission form for JEE. I was astonished to see that how many people want those three letters before their name. I had no other option but to wait for my turn and stand in the queue. Actually there were two queues; one for boys and other for girls.
As usual the girls are always in minority and they enjoyed a smooth time at the bank (form centre).
To my utter disbelief I recognised one girl as one of my neighbour. I knew that my image in the locality was of a shy boy but this time I'd to break the ice first as I couldn't tolerate that scorching sun over my head.
My conversation starts:
Me: hey stylo! (Oops...I called her with this name)
So to say more on this, this name was given to a girl in our neighbourhood by one and only my sister, as stylo (ooops...again) usually followed latest trends and always returned late at night. I and my sister hated her a lot because of the attitude of Purvi (stylo).
Getting back to that day she finally noticed me, I prayed to god that she didn't heard her new name.
Purvi: Hi! Ashish. (It was the first time she said anything to me)
Me: Hi.
Purvi: So you also need form?
Me: yeah! Can you do me a favour?
Purvi: I know I'll do it just give 1000 Rs. /-
Me: Oh my God are you going to take thousand rupees for this?
Purvi: Stupid! It's the cost of form.
Me: Sorry!
I gave her a thousand rupee note and she gave me the form within 5 minutes.
She offered me a lift to my home on her Scooty-pep.
I although a bit sceptical about this offer I couldn't say no to a beautiful girl. I sat on her brand new scooty.
We had a bit of normal conversation. The main part of that journey was a 200 m distance which was full of jerks. It was a rare occasion that I loved the jerks as you might have guessed the reason. I must say Purvi is very pretty. She looked sweeter with her cute helmet.
We reached her home. She requested me to come to her house. I knew I was not doing a great thing by entering inside as I would be questioned by my detective sister. She told me to wait for 5 minutes in her living room. She came and I was quickly asked various questions by her mother and her. I responded to those like a schoolboy. I was not at all happy with the type of behaviour I'd to face but I was feeling good as I was getting an opportunity to glance at purvi without any loss to my image.

1 strange thing happened which ruined my whole experience.
The JEE-form which was purchased by purvi was for female candidates only.
The rest of the incident is easily workable.

PS: This post is a result of incoherent memories and thoughts
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BEMUSED!

I qualified the JEE-2007 and was delighted to receive phone-calls congratulating me over my success.
This was a big moment for my family as there were many of them who have never ever seen an IITian perhaps.
I was feeling like a celebrity at my home that day. Sweets came from every source and my mouth was busy saying,"Thank-you" or savouring the sweets. In this whole environment of celebration there was one person who was not that happy as she should be. She was none other than Trisha. I was confused as I couldn't get the reason of her cold behaviour. She just smiled and went away. It was quite conspicuous. At that moment I'd no other option but to leave as I'd to convey this news to everybody. But this behaviour of Trisha caught my attention when I was trying to pounce on "Gulab-Jamuns"(her favourite).

I quickly snatched the box of Gulab-jamuns and rushed to Trisha's place. She was sitting idle in her room. I surprised her with my sudden entry in her room. After realising my presence she asked me,"Are you happy?” This was quite unexpected. I mean how could I be not happy after getting selected for IIT. However as every question needs to be answered I said "YES, I am delighted".
Trisha: Do you not think your rank is a bit low?

Me: I agree but it hardly matters as branch and the campus hardly matters, it's only the 3 letters that counts, "IIT".

Trisha: Fine, but I expected a better performance from you.

Me: Hey!! Come-on.

Trisha: Sorry for my bad behaviour; I was bit upset for you.

Me: Ok

Trisha: It's a fact that I was never good at science so I took arts but still I have a feeling that you are very good in science.

Me: Yeah!!Stop it.

Trisha: Well congrats!!

Me: Thanks.....finally are you happy?

Trisha: Yep...

Me: Let’s go somewhere

Trisha: Give me 10 minutes.

She took exactly 9 minutes and 50 seconds to come out of her room. This was not my calculation but my stopwatch said it all. So as usual we went to the "Planet cafe". We always went there whenever anyone of us (we both) were unhappy or in a mood of celebration. This time it was the latter case. Our conversation started with a bit of snacks and coffee.

In the whole conversation I tried to convince her that branch doesn’t matter in an IIT.
This conversation ended but my mind now recalls this conversation very often.
I came to IIT kharagpur. My course is mining engineering. I'm a bit confused over the recent financial crisis.
I think perhaps Trisha was correct ; If I was in a better branch then I could have an option but now I'm left with only one option to straightaway grab any job in the mining field after my B.Tech. I cannot think of a job in the financial sector. This is not me who is speaking but the financial crisis.
Stalwarts from institutes like the IIMs and the IITs who were the hot favourites for foreign MNCs are suddenly left with limited options to say the least. Withdrawn offers from troubled financial institutions like Lehman Brothers and Merrill Lynch is still comprehensible but even huge technology companies have started pulling out of placement offers they had made to IITians.
I'm confused!!

PS: I think the title should have been "confused" but that was too simple.
PS: Read the post written by me on "Outlooking life" from here
PS: This post could have been a long boring post but.........
PS: Know about Trisha from here

Are all girls innocent?

There are only two kinds of people in this world. First kind, who have entered a girls' hostel and other kind, who wish to visit someday. I know some of you might not agree and might argue about the existence of a third
category, who haven't visited any girls' hostel and never want to do so. But, honestly speaking this kind of people are rare and my blog is for the general mass and I don't care about the exceptions.
What comes to your mind when I say the word ‘girl’?
I know you would be thinking about beautiful faces and analyzing them unless you are not from an IIT. Scene here at IIT is quite different. So, for IIT guys I would like to help their hibernated gray cells.
So here come some pics of sweet faces which at least can make the IITians think that girls' hostel is a beautiful place. So see it then read the following part of this post






So now here comes a usual night at my hostel (boys'). I was searching the IIT Kgp LAN for some videos.
My search entry was always related to girls (I know what is going in your mind).
At last I decided that this search would be my last search and I would download the file which comes at the top. I saw a file named as, “girls hostel (MUST WATCH).avi”. I didn't care what the file was about.
I just opened the kurkure packet and started enjoying the short film err video.
A girl who was looking very decent I mean good-looking, strolled in my HP-laptop's screen and entered her new room. There was a normal sort of conversation which resulted in a quarrel between that girl and her room-mate.
The girl (the main protagonist of the video) was totally mad about cleanliness. I mean she was expecting her hostel to be a salubrious place to say the least. Though her hair
was curly she was looking good. She hated everything about the hostel and college I suppose due to her attitude. The environment created by the director was perfect hostel-like. She also had serious arguments with her seniors and a boy in particular.
I still remember one line said by the girl which surprised me as well as the boy,i.e. “......you cheap, disgusting, moron, you f***ing trash can, the moment you see a girl you can't even get hold of your hormones, why don't you try these lines with your mom?”.

If this was not enough she also said this,".......go f*** yourself, a**hole".
The boy must have been furious after this sort of an insult but what he did with his friends was shocking.
They locked the girl in her new room. But she was not alone; to add was a piece of sample from the morgue, a cut hand. Imagine a girl who is a cleanliness freak has to spend a night with a cut hand.
After a while when her room-mate notices that they have forgot to open the lock of her room they suddenly got tensed.
One thing which was unexplainable in the whole plot was that the boy lived in the same hostel which was supposedly girls' hostel. If I'm not correct how you can explain the quick appearance of the guy when the girls are frightened after discovering that the girl is still being locked in the room. The boy comes with a sleepy face and opens the room very casually.
Then he discovers a thing which dumbfounded me. I couldn't speak for at least 3000 milliseconds. Please discover yourself what made me numb.
The time was 3 am and almost everybody in my hostel was sleeping. It was tough for me to attend the call of nature as lights were off everywhere and the bathroom was too scary. I could still not forget the frightening face of that girl.

PS: Finally I got something to write about.
PS: Keep reading my blog, it has been a dramatic journey so far.
PS: Thanks for your support.

Chapter3:This girl is not happy

If you have not read chapter1 and chapter2, read them

She adduced me the cause of the change in her mood. She pointed to a cute, sweet baby who was giving a beaming smile. I know that girls love babies but still couldn't apprehend the cause of her giggle. So with no delay my gray cells ordered me to quench my curiosity with help of Vaishali.
Vaishali started belaboring. She further pointed to the baby. This time I noticed a thing which should have been noticed much before. The sweet creature had performed the indispensable act of
peeing on his father's lap. I thanked god for this gesture by him. Sometimes to make one person smile you need to do some funny, embarrassing things but they are worth it. The father of child must be not feeling good about this but still it made Vaishali smile was more than enough for me at that moment. I saw vaishali displaying her beautiful smile. I felt like hugging her, but I restrained my feelings for her as it is not permissible or morally correct in Indian culture to show such public
display of affection. Once again our chat started.
Vaishali: So, Ashish do u have a girlfriend?

Me :( clean bowled by her question) Nopes (shyness evident).

Vaishali: Are you dating somebody?

Me: No (I couldn't understand what the difference between the two questions is?).

Vaishali: That suggests only two possibilities.

Me: What are those two possibilities?

Vaishali: Either you are not interested in girls or you have bad experiences with girls

Me: What prompts you to think so?

Vaishali: You don't look like a boy who is inherently female repellent.

Me: Hmmmmmmmm.......

Vaishali: I mean you are the kind of boy every girl would love to spend her time with.

Me: Is it?

Vaishali: You struck me as an affable sort of man, honestly.

Me: My pleasure talking to you.

Vaishali: Hey wait!!

Her cell phone rang and she had to receive. While talking I noticed something about her which
cannot be detailed on this public blog (I know what you are thinking....my job is done).
She looks soooooooooooooo sweet while she speaks, and sweeter while on cell phone. The smile
on her face is for the gossip which is through the cellphone, isn’t it sweet?? Technology has really
invaded most parts of our life. After a long time (veryyyyyyy long) I opened the book (V.S.Naipaul’s...).
Till I could comprehend the first line I was disturbed by Vaishali.I was waiting for this disturbance.
It is strange that sometimes you love yourself to be disturbed.
I was yet again disturbed by one SMS in my cell phone.
I didn't like this disturbance.
SMS:
The best kind of friend is one with whom you sit on a bench saying nothing & when you get up and go,
you feel you had the best conversation of your life
----Trisha

Yeah Trisha has this habit of sending messages which sound too philosophical but they touch
your heart. So sorry for this distraction but I get a little bit too emotional about Trisha. Remember
her????
To know her, visit this.

After I finished the ceremonial message reading I was questioned by vaishali. The question was quite obvious, “who had sent you the SMS".
Me: Ohh!! She is Trisha my friend

Vaishali: Friend or................????(Obviously vaishali was unaware about this)

Me: Childhood friend and nothing more......

Vaishali: Okk!!

Vaishali reminded me that we are just few minutes away from reaching our destination. I just hated this. I wished I'd more time with her. The train was on time. I wonder why train is always on time when it's not necessary but late when you have to reach on time. Murphy's laws also remind this fact. So I'd to now say good-bye to Vaishali and hope that I keep meeting more Vaishalieeesssss.

PS: Finally this chapter series ends...
PS: Keep reading my blog
PS: My next post will not be a series but it will be the post which I'd admire a lot

Chapter2:This girl is not happy

If you have not read Chapter1:This girl is not happy, read it from here

Thank god!! My journey was now going to be great experience. Just imagine!!! A nice looking girl sitting beside you in a train.
Here is our short conversation:
Vaishali (that girl): So you study in IIT?

Me: yup!! But how did you guess it?

Vaishali: It's written on your book"....IIT KGP".

Me: Ohhh!! You are quite smart and I am a dumb. (I certainly knew that the purpose of book was this only...)

Vaishali: So you like to read this type of novels?

Me: Not exactly but I do sometimes test my patience......

Vaishali: Ohhh!! Then I must praise you for your patience.

After this boring topic was over she started a really unusual topic which certainly rocked me as I was not expecting this from a stranger who hardly knows me. She asked me to be patient to listen her as she wanted to vent out her feelings. It was very difficult to say no to an innocent, sweet girl which needs some time with you.

I waited for her to start but she took very long to gather her thoughts. I wonder she was refining her thoughts to make a proper articulation to me.


Her mother is suffering from a severe incurable disease. To be more precise Cerebral atrophy. She is bed-ridden for the last two years. Vaishali is the only child of her mother and father. Vaishali started expressing her grief to me. That was unexpected but I tried to be calm and patient. I always prefer to keep my mouth shut when matters like this are thrown towards me. In other words I'm a good listener.

So she carried on saying that there is nobody in her home to look after her mother so her father has to face a lot of difficulty in his day-to-day life. She (her mother) cannot walk on her own, cannot take her meal with her hands, and cannot attend nature's call at her wish resulting in her coming face-to face with the atrocities life has in store for her.

I was starting to feel the level of predicament vaishali is in. I began to think how can a man be such strong to handle his wife who is in her vegitative state. I know that how much anybody loves his soul-mate (if they are considered so...) but it’s difficult to look after your aging wife who cannot do a single task on her will. It must be really bad. I was empathizing with Vaishali and her father. Suddenly vaishali giggled. I asked her what was the cause of this sudden change in her behaviour . She explained me why she did so.......
To be continued.....
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PS: This series is taking a twist
PS: I wish I could help Vaishali

Chapter1:This girl is not happy

Durga puja holidays were over. Time came for leaving my home and once again my mind got strangled in visualizing the boring journey which really gets me annoyed of life.
This time I had different plans. I wanted to boast that I'm an iitian( so cheap) and I took a really nerdy book along with my luggage( my luggage was as heavy as me).

The book rather a work on Indian civilization is written by V.S. Naipaul titled as "India: A Wounded Civilization". I've yet not read the book completely. This reading was not as an interest but I wanted to get some attention which makes my journey a little bit less boring. Unfortunately I was initially not noticed by anyone. That didn't stop me reading.

As I was getting frustrated with the strong criticism of India by the author I heard a sweet voice ," Excuse me ". To my utter disbelief I noticed a pretty cute girl of around 19-20 years. This was the first time a beautiful, young girl broke my silence in a train. She requested me to interchange her place with mine and I couldn't say no to her so I had to shift but it was for something good. I mean really good.
As I still sat next to her. I was wondering should I stop reading and start a talk or keep on with my geeky attitude. My thoughts soon guided me to do the thing which I'm good at so I got interested in the lines which were very difficult to comprehend when you are sitting next to a girl who is perhaps more beautiful than any of your crushes.
Soon a vendor disturbed my thoughts with his bellow. I was not feeling hungry so I thought not to buy any rubbish but that pretty face asked for a lays packet. She didn't have change for giving to that flirty vendor. I was getting very much irritated with the vendor so I handed him a twenty rupees note and asked him to keep his mouth shut. I didn't know why I felt bad when that vendor was gazing the girl but I was not comfortable with the presence of that vendor so I did that. So that vendor finally left us. The girl thanked me and asked my name. I was happy that sometimes unknowingly you do some good things. So our chat started.
To be continued.....
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PS: This is inspired from a true story
PS: Don't speculate too much I don't have any contact with the girl

The Namesake

On a chilly autumn night a cute, sweet child is born. It's not that important news for millions of people or even billions of people but for a few people this was a very memorable day as they would be addressed by a new word. Grandpa, Grandma, uncle, aunt. The triviality of these words might bore you, but for them it was a very emotional feeling and lucidity of this could only be understood by persons who have experienced this. He (newly born) is the first child in the family of 9 brothers and sisters (maternal').
He is also the first successor of his paternal family. Now it could be a little more clear what am I trying to express. He was the talk of every mouth in the family. As everything, good or bad, unimportant or important, needs a name so that cute fellow was asking to be named. In India, name of a child is a very important thing. Suggesting a name is easy but naming is very disputable when you have 4 grandparents (maternal and paternal), 9+4 uncle and aunties (again maternal and paternal). After all the discussions and meetings two names were shortlisted. One each from two most influential ladies in the family. Two names 1 child, dadimaa (paternal grandma) was adamant over Ashish (divine blessing) and one of his mausies (maternal aunt) wanted him to be named as Gourav (the pride). So this dispute had only one solution to snatch away his surname and name him "Ashish Gourav”. This name is really a distinguishing feature for him as this name is quite uncommon. When he went to school he always had a problem, everybody teased him about this strange thing. Nowadays it is quite common in cities to replace your surname with a name but in that small town he was described as 2 names 1 person. He grew with this name disregard less of two names he liked it because of its rarity.
He went to college. IIT Kharagpur is the college he was selected for. A long first lecture was over and time came for roll-calls (attendance), 1 strange thing happened which startled me. Yeah me I'm Ashish Gourav. I heard my name called by the professor in spectacles twice I had no other option but to respond twice. This happened for two consecutive days( I couldn't understand that why my name was sounded so offensive that prof. has to check for my presence twice) but the third day I heard an echo the second time the prof. said Ashish Gourav, I reckoned this was not an echo but a real human voice. Voice which made me feel that the only thing which made me unique is no longer with me. A new Aashish gaurav (1 thing at least the spelling is not same) was in front of my eyes. I asked about him to further test if we have something more in common. As for now things which are common............


1. IIT (college)
2. Hostel (M.S. hall of residence)
3. Our ancestral house
4. The story behind this unusual name

These things weren't enough he was quite different from me which always put me in a lot more trouble than I anticipated.
To name a few..........


1. A girl rejected my friendship request on orkut as she thought I'm Aashish gaurav and not Ashish gourav.
2. During elections I was thought as Aashish Gaurav and as he was contesting for Hall president (happa-iit lingo) I had to face some serious consequences.
3. One of my interviews was messed up by this namesake.

1.Happy belated Dussehra and ID

2.Sorry for delay in this post.

2.I enjoyed my holidays @ home

2.Just reached hostel 2 hours back.

Part2: Confession.......my Crush..........??????

So, as promised I start the concluding part of my previous post.
Teenage immature love is the current hot subject of blogs. So, how about childhood pleasure (love is not a suitable word)????



We were really good friends. Here we mean Trisha and me. We went to School together, we were at the same tuition so we spent really a good chunk of time studying together, and after studies it was time to have some fun. Unlike other boys and girls at that age generally there were no grapples between us, but whenever a quarrel started it was quite difficult for anybody to stop us. We enjoyed watching the same TV shows which generally comprised of many emotional(boring) TV soaps (mainly of DD-1), as in those days cable TV was still to see the daylight in India.
To say the least we always loved our company. Despite the fact that our most of the games were indoor still we were very active (I was naughtier). It is rightly said that good times pass at a great pace. I would like to mention one of my childhood mischiefs.
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My grandmother is an art-lover. She had bought a new statuette of a village woman from an art exhibition. I’m his grandson so how could I miss the chance to analyze the beauty of that artistic excellence with an overrated mathematic brilliance. So, I gradually felt each and every contour of that non-living beauty (hey!!! Don’t think that I was having any bad intentions). But as I tried to check the neck of that beauty, it (her face) fell on the floor. I knew that I'm into some serious trouble now .My grandmother is very strict I remember once she slashed 1 month’s payment of an innocent maid who broke her yet another art-piece gifted to her by an artist friend. My grey cells started their work .I must say they hardly get any chance to work and if at all, their success record is incomparable (000%).Still I somehow managed to fake that non-living lady that she(it) is not headless. I breathed with a sigh of relief after my maiden engineering assignment. I murmured, “Well-done!!!” I heard a voice saying,”you are gonna.............” I realised it was Trisha.
Trisha: Hey what have you done??
Me: Please don’t tell to anybody.
Trisha: yeah of course, except grandma.
Me: Nooooooooooooo.
Trisha: I’ll!!! let’s see what punishment you get??
Me: Trisha I’ve a 5-star (chocolate).
Trisha: So what??
Me: It’s for you. You are my best friend.
Trisha: I’m bored of these chocolates everyone gives me these foolish things. Am I still a kid???
Me: So what do you want?
Trisha: Let’s try something different. Last day I saw a Hollywood movie.
Me: Then??
Trisha: I saw a boy of our age kissing his friend(girlfriend) on her birthday. Give me a kiss.
Me: Hey I’m not your boyfriend.
Trisha: I think you are.
Me: How can you say that?
Trisha: I don’t know but last day Shivangi (her classmate and also mine) told that I’m your girlfriend and you are my boyfriend. So now are you kissing me or I’m going to grandma??
Me: Okk!!
I came forward, thought how to kiss ...??
I was very close to her,suddenly she screams,"hey!!! wait what are you doing??" Actually, Trisha's mother came and as she(trisha) was smarter so she fooled me and I'd to face all the misery and compunction.
But, I don’t know why but perhaps it was the worst day of my life as I was experiencing every new thing which was not pleasant (except that kiss!!) as my father saw us doing the junior romantic scene. The consequences were quite obvious.
My crush stories continues, wait for next post!!

PS:Go n watch "Welcome to Sajjanpur "

PS: Yipee!! going home in 3 days

PS:No Posts for few days

PS:Current track-Hello title track:
"pick it up
pick it up
Hello
Now pick ur phone up"


PS:I know this was the most boring post, sorry!!!(I wanted to tease my readers.....sorry again)

Love at Last Sight (...yeah u've read it right)

7:05 AM, I don't remember the actual date, School


She came jumping with joy as if she had just won a chance to meet Aamir khan (her favourite actor).
" Hey Ashish! I've a good news "
-our heroine of the story
Don't think I'm a person who thinks too much......but
the above line is still live and fresh in my
tiny brain cells.
To say the least, this line certainly changed my life. I became a different Ashish.
You all must be wondering how these insignificant words can have such an effect on a person as stubborn and intuitive like me.
Believe me now I'm going to tell you a secret of my life which many people are still unaware.
...........................................................................
So story continues...
Me:hey ! What's the good news?
SHEEEE (let her name be this): My father has got a new job at Andhra Pradesh, and we'll be leaving next month after the school closes for summer vacation.

This was the statement which made me feel," is it good news? (Certainly I didn't ask her)".
There's something wrong!!..............I mean really wrong, for the last decade or so since I knew her (from my childhood days), we never were great friends or good friends, I remember one incident when she was seriously hurt by my truthfulness.....let's leave that....
So, the gist is we're just classmates .............that means only classmates not at all friends (forget good friends...........)
But I don't know why I felt there’s something wrong ...............seriously wrong with me.

I was flabbergasted by this incident. I couldn't handle that, I felt the birth of a new Ashish.

Then comes the actual story which changed my whole life. I owe everything to that incidence which made me a real man from a school boy of class 9, who still was unaware of the gift of puberty(I know you all would guess what I mean and you are Damn!correct..10 on 10).

My bathroom became my weeping room. I never had cried for anything in my life, not for any toy, not for sweets, not for ice-creams, in-short I was quite content with my life, as they(everyone) always knew what I needed when.
It was a very different experience for me ,as I always used to see Hindi films and think why do a girl and boy love each other, what are the pecuniary benefits of this sort of feeling when after all one day you'll get married with a handsome amount of Dowry Groom or a pretty good looking girl (99% probability)??

But, SHEEEE (yeah she, the heroine of our story) created such an impression on my heart that it was very difficult to understand that what is wrong with me???
School turned out to be my favourite place for the following 25 days..............my major part of thought process diverted towards analyzing the geometry of her face....I tried to guess ,"is her face in accordance with Pythagoras magical ratio(needless to say I was good in maths)".
My face was always in right angle to the direction of the teacher to imagine myself with SHEEEE.....It was a change I couldn't think of in my dreams!!!
In the mean time how those 25 days passed is still a mystery for me.....
Those 25 days really gave a new dimension to my personality; I wrote my first poem dedicated to her ...which was presented to her on the last day before she left finally leaving transcendental and permanent effects on my life.
I still remember the first line of that poem...
"O SHEEEE! O SHEEEE! Don't go....
..............................................."

So, people I declare finally that I realized that I'm (was) in love.
But this realization couldn't help anybody (certainly not me) as since then we've never seen each other..........to be more precise it has been six years when I last apprehended her beautiful face.
I still think that was my feeling genuine? Was/am in love?
What do you think? Considering my level of maturity at that age........I was yet to cut my 15th Birthday cake....
So, please give your view as I'm still looking for an answer......I still miss her.........But some part in me always says that is this love..........????
So, do you believe in "love at last sight"????
Waiting for your reply......


[Update] : We share a special friendship now. I have lost my immaturity a bit!

Confession.......my Crush..........??????

This post is rather an official confession.In one of my recent posts I was telling you about one of my crushes.

Well somehow that person never read the blog but people still bug me about the crush......date,and all those crazy stuffs........


So, I would like to ask a question from you......

If you are a boy,how many girls were/are a part of your fantasy?
and,for girls,just think of the persons whom you really liked and..........?

Let me guess your answer ......
If you have answered the first question-3,four/more.........

Girls' reply could be these:



1."I never had any crush,ohhh I'm sorry...no boy could ever impress me......"

2."I don't know...maybe 1...maybe more..."




So,at least we boys are honest enough to tell the truth...we do have that guts....


Sorry,ladies don't be acrimonious on Ashish.....plzzz forgive me........


Well coming back to my

confession and crush(es)

wait for some more posts I would be definitely telling all you people about various other crush and dating stories....keep visiting Ashish's blog(this of course) To Be Continued.....

Symmetry ......is natural..........!!!!

Recently I was studying about the symmetry of nature,and I was amazed to be alightened by the fact that almost everything in this world is somehow symmetrical .





One more fact,the more the symmetry more beautiful it looks.
Artists and designers have for centuries emulated a proportion called the "Golden Mean" or "Golden Ratio" found in nature into their works. The golden ratio is a proportion defined by the number Phi (1.618033988...). This ratio was also suggested by Pythagoras.


Well coming back to symmetry....

have you ever heard of "Pinacogram".

So, here it is...

A pinacogram is a portrait designed with the letters of the corresponding name.This
pinacogram is the famous pinacogram of Albert Einstein.


You all must be crazy if not then ...........have you ever seen an ambigram?You must have seen it many times and some of you might be an expert in drawing ambigrams...
This is my first ever ambigram.
An ambigram is a word or a group of words which can be read in at least two different ways. The most usual are symmetric under a rotation of 180 degrees (i.e., they look the same upside down) or under a vertical axis reflection (i.e., they look the same in a mirror). The term "ambigram" was coined by Douglas Hofstadter and some of his friends.


The last and the most mathematical symmetrical thing is palindrome.A palindrome is a word, phrase, number or other sequence of units that has the property of reading the same in either direction (the adjustment of punctuation and spaces between words is generally permitted).

So, here comes an end to this amazing world of symmetry...


Here I would like to give you some links for generating ambigrams,palindromes,pinacograms....


1.given any positive integer n, generates the nth positive integer palindrome.



2.See some pinacograms

My First.......................Date!!!!!!!

So here I go again...........

I called her( let her be X, b'coz if she reads this I'd be in a lot of trouble).

I was lucky enough to listen the sweet voice of 'X'(as I'm not that smart to enunciate about my friendship to her parents).

In nanoseconds she exclaimed ,"ohh tum.... ashish!!!!".I was just swooning over her voice .
After some gossips(chuuggli) she asked: R U FREE 2MORROW AFTERNOON????.
It was one of my dream phrases that she chose. And how could anybody say anything other than a big and loud "YES" to her if she is supposedly your 2nd crush. So, we decided to meet at a very posh area of the town . The most important day of my life arrives.............TUMSE HI ...(my ringtone ) wakes me up.



I receive the call and ........
Ohhh!!I'm so sorry I'll be there in 5 minutes(as u might have guessed I was convincing miss.X and she was acrimonious). I reached there after taking my perfume bath .
Guess what...........
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.....................
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She was in no mood of dating me but she needed a reaaaaaaaaaaally geek IITian to come with her to the Library. OKK!!!at least my grey cells could impress her( height of imagination and hope) We talked about everything except the thing for which I was there............
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But, finally I thought that serendipity has struck me as from nowhere she told:CAN U JUST DROP ME AS IT's tooooo dark now. I was awestruck and could not say NO. But , once again that lady(x) disappointed me...
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So, what I'm searching MISS.Y kahin to.. kahin to.. hogi wo..