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Monday 22 June, 2009

My room part 3

My room part 3

Feb 13th 2003 : 2 AM

For some reason or the other the Valentine's week in my college's history have been a very eventful one. No. Not in a good way, where you find love in the air and red roses all around. But you could find red, bloody hostel rooms and college veranda's. And the 3rd valentine's week of the new millenium had my blood on the hostel walls and the floors.
I would be lieing to you if I told you that I did not expect it, just before I went to bed that night. But I have no regrets. I shed my blood for a noble cause. If I were given a chance again I would take it again. But this time it would have been with a better plan to not only shed my blood. But also to make sure the blood I really wanted get spilled. It is only a slight regret for me that the ones who we were supposed to get hit that night managed to escape. But our message went out as we wanted. You mess with us anymore, someone from your clan will pay. And I am sure that this is one of the reasons that we never ever really faced any direct threats. Whoever wanted to mess with us did think twice before they did so. And blood on the floor, well it was spilled for a cause.


My room part 2


Well, all of you might have seen my room in this blog before. I had promised you a new story, next time you visited the place.... and may be many of you might have visited this place a lotta times but not yet find anything exciting about my room. Well if you have been waiting for a new story here is one, and i am sure this won't disappoint you. Cos this is a tell-all tale.

Feb 2003

Well i have been graduated to the 6th sem of my course. Thanx to the fact there are no year-outs in our university, or else I wud still be doing my 1st semester. And more than 2 calendar years in college meant we are one of the senior-most guys in college and almost everything we did and dint do is known to the college authorities and the juniors. Good things are added up wid a lotta masala to sound how kool or how good we are.. and bad things too are added with masala to taste better too...
So a score of 60 odd in M2 in my 1st sem was hailed with applause frm all over the junior community and by the time it reached the ears of 3rd person i was the topper or close to topper in M2 frm my batch.... wow doesnt that sound spicy... a guy who has 17 supplementary papers by the time the 4th sem results are out was the topper in M2 paper from his batch... heheh ;)
And this applied to my seniors too... I used to hear a lotta stories.. some of them true... and most of them exaggerated!!!
And you know if light Grey things are seen as pure white.... hw wud dark grey things be seen? Pitch black!!! well quite close... A mere ragging of a slut who bloody screwed around wid a close aide of mine and then asked him 2 jack-off wud attain the heights of Virgin Mary from day two and I... well poor me!!!

And I, Aint no Jesus Christ. Aint no Satan. i am just me. Not black. Not white. Just like any of you, another shade of grey. How grey I really am... well it depends on how you wanna see it...

My Room to be contd....

Monday 15 June, 2009

The Fear

The other day i was watching the movie 'The Apocalypto'. It was not the first time I have watched it. But the first time I was enjoying the movie so much that I didn't see the message.

The message of how fear can destroy you and how fearlessness can bring you closer to ur goals.
Yes. Dhar subh ko lakta hai. Magar Dhar ke aage jeet hai. No. This not a promo of a soft-drink. This is just your life.

In the movie the protagonist intially tries to run away from facing his fears. He runs fast enough to stay away from it for a while. But finally he is faced with two fears of his on either side and he overcomes one of it(jumping down a huge waterfall to escape from the hands of his chasers)
After he overcomes the lesser of his fears it gives him the confidence to face his greater fear. 'And that is some message'.

Not all of us are blessed with courage of facing our fears. But sometimes life pushes you to the corner that you have to make a choice. A choice between devil and the deep blue sea. A choice btw a rock and a hard place. A choice. That is what you have to take. And if it does not kill you, you will forever be stronger.

Fear is nothing but self-doubt. Fear of failure will take you to failure. Yesterday I was watching a cricket match between India and England. India were the defending champions of the T20 World Cup ( a trophy the won with fearless cricket) and was in danger of elimination. It was a do-or-die match for them. Loose and they are out of the tournament. A pre-tournament favourites they had harldy played any tough matches to be instill any confidence in their doubting minds.

Set a modest target to chase, India was peppered with a lot of short-pitch bowling which was initimidating. I could see the fear in their eyes. And the whole world saw it when the 2nd wicket fell and a novice (Ravindra Jadeja) was send in to bat instead of the in-form batsman (Yuvraj Singh). The novice was to counter short-pitch bowling by blocking instead of Yuvraj. For what if Yuvi might fail during the hostile spell of bowling.

Fear of failure. It failed them. Two years earlier, under the same management, a team of youth who had no fear of failure (since they were never expected to win) lifted the trophy and two years hence it will be the same if they don't counter the fear.

Fear, it does not prevent you from dying. It just prevents you from living!!!