I missed a flight

I know you must be thinking: "Who misses a flight?" , "How can someone miss a flight?" , ... But I missed one. My tryst with flight journeys have always been paralleled by emotional turmoils in my life. Yes!

So I had to board this flight from T1 Airport of Delhi (the old one). And, I was late by 10 minutes. Only explanation I can think of is "bad karma" as I was caught up in a highly unlikely traffic jam. Thinking about bad karma, this trip marks a lot of changes in my growing up. I am more than 25 years of age but I still need to mature a lot. I have to learn to deal with romantic pursuits in a better & sane manner. Yes, I did face troubles in my love life, yet again!

But this time, I was lucky enough to have a superb support system in the form of family and few very special friends. I would categorically like to thank this person I respect a lot for the time which she took out to free up my mind from the overhang. In this way, I discovered that there are always people who care for you, may be different sets of people at different times. Important aspect is that there are always people who like you. You just need to keep your senses receptive enough to feel it. Or else what is the difference between us, sentient beings and robots?
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What's on your mind?

I’m swamped by thoughts. My mind is inundated with thoughts. This is “anti-writer’s block”. I don’t know where I’ll be after a 9-10 months. I don’t know what I’d really love to do when I graduate from college. I know when I was in class 11/12 the one thing I aspired was to become an “electronics and communication engineer” or “Aeronautical engineer”. The reasons for fascination with these two branches were quite fuzzy. I knew quite a few successful “electronics and communication engineer” and my love for fluid dynamics which still remains unrequited led me to consider Aeronautical engineering as a career option. Nevertheless, I had to take mining engineering as my undergraduate course at IIT Kharagpur. Man proposes God disposes!

“Ends are ape-chosen; only the means are man's.”

Just 6 years before, the one thing I desperately longed for was a seat in IIT, now I have it. After spending more than 3 years at IIT, I think I was eccentric. However, I did devote around 3 years to get into IIT. The silver lining is that I stand a better chance of being absorbed in a high-paying company than most of the students in India. Ultimately, an average middle-class youth’s dream is to get a good job after getting the very important degree, necessary evil. Ends justify the means, perhaps.



At present, I’m confused. I don’t know what I really want to do with my life. It’s like you have choices and choices and you don’t even have a slight preference for any of them. In such situation, it’s better to let others decide, not you. Exactly! When I was in class 10 it was all easy for me I was good at mathematics, science including biology. I knew I’d choose science stream but my parents chose engineering for me, as it’s easier to be an engineer (according to my parents, though!). Nobody’s complaining they knew more than me, at least then. My current problem I’ve N no. of choices and I know much more than my parents or any other close person in my life whom I can speak out my heart. So, it’s all me who has to decide.

1. Sit for CAT—Go to IIM.

2. Forget CAT—Sit for Campus Placements—Take a job which pays you the most.

3. Sit for CAT, Sit for Campus Placements— decide afterwards, what you want to do.

4. Higher studies—Figure out in which Field.

5. Go to Himalayas— forget the materialistic world; become a spiritual, motivational speaker.

6. Consider all the possible permutations and combinations of the above 5 options—Choose one.

My recent trip to Mumbai isn’t helping either. It has made me realize that I don’t know a lot of things which the “Kewl-people” talk about. I’m a bad conversation starter. I can’t talk about my favourite writers and poets, I haven’t read much. I can’t differentiate Rock, Pop, Jazz and whatever forms of music exist. In short, I’m a boring person, I cannot entertain you.

I have tried few things just for the heck of it, like swimming, tennis and jogging. I didn't like any of them. I don’t know what I love; I don’t know what I want to do with my life. I can stop thinking and follow the herd, but I don’t want to do it either. It is that phase of my life when I probably need to wait, have patience and leave it to the future. Perhaps!

However, I’d love to choose one thing and take a leap of faith.

My Only letter: Confession...

Hello readers,
I’m Nilesh. I was born to a self-sufficient middle class family. I’m the only offspring of my parents. I want to confess something, I know this is a blog but I don’t have any other medium to express my emotions and feelings. Please forgive me and the blog-owner if I don’t give you any literary pleasure of sorts or if ... you’ll get to know it after reading.
From Childhood days, I was pampered a lot and I still remember that I never would ask for any toys, gifts or chocolates. It’s not that I didn’t like to ask for it or I was a saint but I’d so many relatives who loved me that I was happy and satisfied with them.
During my summer and winter holidays, I used to visit my maternal Grandfather’s place and there I’d meet my other two cousins. We used to have a great time during those 2-3 months and our uncles and aunties would be really annoyed by our irritating behaviour. I can go on describing about my cousins but I’ve shared a special bond with them which they don’t comprehend so better leave it to them.
My mother is the best person I’ve ever met in my life. I truly think that there is no other relationship in this world which I’ve experienced is as self-less as this one. I know this would be rephrased by many sons and daughters for their mothers but that also can’t fulfil the debts of her on us.
After 10 years of continuous pampering, I can easily describe myself as a spoiled brat. My mother used to do assist me in each and every thing. I couldn’t even eat with my own hands, she used to feed me. My School bag was arranged by her and all...
My mother had a severe accident and she became almost incapable to do even her basic things; just around the same time my father had a great loss in his small business and we were forced to discontinue our studies for two months. Nobody came forward to help us. When after much hard work my father’s economic condition got stabilised, my uncle advised my father to take my mother to abroad. My father had lost all his hope so he followed his advice but he forgot that my mom had an incurable ailment. All his money got drained in USA and he had to come India alone with news that we have lost our mother. He broke down; his business was slyly taken over by my uncle and he had no money in his account to do anything. Our uncle disowned us and we were forced to move into a slum. Our father took a job of labourer at one of his friends shop. I had to wash cars and with the little savings we could only afford a government school that too till class 10. After my matriculation I’d to become a driver because my father was diagnosed with blood cancer and we didn’t have much savings to continue his treatment. After few months I lost my father too.
I continued my driving but the big void created in my life was a continuous cause of worry. I began to contemplate the purpose of my insignificant life. Then, I met urvashi. I always used to wonder why god suddenly brought her to my life when I had lost every meaning to live. She was educated and was rich but didn’t mind dating an uneducated driver.
After a lot of drama, urvashi was engaged to me. I was the happiest person in my slum locality. One day from nowhere my uncle appeared in front of me and told to forget urvashi. I was shocked. The most disturbing thing was that urvashi accompanied him and opened my eyes.
Urvashi and Uncle had tricked me. I still don’t know the reason why these many things happened to my life. Why Urvashi did that to me? Why my uncle did that to my father and me? Perhaps the world never liked the happiness we had and was jealous with my father and mother.
So, today I took a knife and slit my wrist. This is my last and the only letter I’ve written.



Mom, I’m sorry but I couldn’t fulfil your dreams and I also couldn’t save my father.
I’m coming mummy and papa, I’m coming!

Disclaimer:This story is a work of fiction with some real life inspirations.

This story is inspired from the rise in the number of Suicide cases in my college campus.

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.

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.

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)

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.....