Figments of My Imagination

hello,

My midterms were on the verge and I had screwed up big time till then as far as my marks(Class Tests) were concerned....but nevertheless...discovered the poet in me that day.

Situation: FIM class was going on....and everything was going overhead...and the commerce guys were nodding their heads as if the Prof was teaching 1+1=2. Not finding anything interesting to do...I suddenly realised that my adrenaline levels were down because of the usual poor sleep i had had the night(morning) before....so I took the generous decision of going to sleep even though I was stupid enough to sit in the 3rd row.....Invariably just like othr classes...the Prof caught me and asked me to go wash my face and come.
I did tht and came back....now I had the dreadful task of attending the lecture(40 more minutes were left)...with all my senses wide awake....Suddenly I started writing..........

(by the way FIM stands for Finacial Institutions and Markets for the less/more privileged who haven't had a shot at it)

Here it goes: It is titled "FIGMENTS OF MY IMAGINATION"

Among the banks, big and small,
I want to say shit and fuck them all.
The class has been dead and awefully boring,
At times we find the Prof. sulking.

Then come the mighty stock exchanges,
Selling Stocks and bonds like oranges.
But pardon me they have big brothers,
SEBI and RBI are like dung in the feathers.

He looks like a prince who holds his head high,
And God knows why does he look at the sky.
At times we fiddle and kick his ass,
No No, it isnt the Prof. but Arun of my class.

The term is over and the marks come out,
Ocassional scare covers me round about.
I flunk big time and fuck my grades,
My Poem sucks and so does everything else.

My dawn arrives as soon as I sleep,
Ending my freedom with the alarm's beep.
I rush to the class amidst humour and tension,
Wondering whether these are facts or figments of my imagination..........

Adieu,
Nishit

I need serenity....

Alright…I kno it has been like an epoch since I had last posted here.better late than never. Couldn’t resist the urge of posting today/night…I dnt know wat to call this time of the day…its like 5:14 am and still I refuse to call it day since sleep follows this post….Yeah…I have returned to campus..which is an absolute bliss sans the seniors who I had bonded like a family….the junis have taken their place but only on the records…thrs still a long way to go for it to happen….
Anyways…was off to Bombay/Bangalore/Hyderabad for my summers..did it @ LOreal…burnt sum calories..on the streets of Blore and Hyderabad…and finished the summers with a decent presentation @ Bombay….enjoyed a lot in the experience though….returned to campus a fortnight back…and the strings of nightouts and academic loads have already started taking a toll….
Its raining out here in bbsr….it gets really amazing in the monsoon…especially wen u r awake @ 5 in the morning and the clouds jst pour it on u….nature at its best…

Sleep has ditched me for long now
To give me some more time to myself
But the more I give it to myself
The more cynical I become

There are ups and downs
and there are crests and troughs
Its becoming such a whirlpool
From which I shall never emerge
And if at all I do,
I ll hav to lose myself and become new

Right now no more thoughts come to my mind….just getting used to becoming comfortably numb….numb with the void tht exists deep within and questions everytime I lay on my bed and look at the scary ceiling.

Shall keep u updated regularly henceforth…okay I ll atleast try to.

Cheers n Adieu

The Cucumber Seller Of Chennai By Subroto Bagchi

hello all,

The following is an article about a real-life incident which happened with Subroto Bagchi.

Read and feel blessed....

(November 1, 2004)

"At peace with himself and with the world rushing past, this man was dressed in poverty. But in his presence, it was I who felt poor "

On a hot July day, my colleague Moses and I were trying to locate our car on Chennai’s Nungambakkam High Road in front of Nalli Silks when I saw a roadside cart laden with cucumbers. The seller was vacantly gazing at passersby. Clad in a white shirt and a dhoti worn in the traditional Chennai style, he had long hair and an unkempt beard. I did not know Tamil, and asked Moses to find out the price. One rupee apiece, came the reply.

We wanted one piece each. The cucumber seller began deftly slicing them to put salt and the delectable red chilly powder on the neat halves. As we bit into the cucumber, I asked Moses to tell him that his pricing was too low, and that he should raise it. Moses conveyed this. The seller shook his head, and replied that “customer satisfaction” is more important than extra profit. The words ‘customer satisfaction’ were in English. I gulped my patronising comment. At this time, Moses excused himself to find our car. After a few moments, the seller asked me in English where I was from. From Bangalore, I replied. What follows here is our conversation. His statements are highlighted.

Isn’t the Karnataka budget due to be presented tomorrow? Yes, that is true. Living in Karnataka, it was easy for me to concur on this.

I wonder how the governments of Karnataka and Tamil Nadu will ever solve the water-sharing problem. Man cannot solve this problem. It has to be God. After all, it is an issue of how much rain is going to fall! I nodded. I was not sure if I had a view at all.

See the way the monsoon is progressing. It does not look good. The progress of the rains is leaving a ‘V’ of a dry patch as the clouds move north. Bihar, Orissa, Madhya Pradesh and the states up north will have problems. Politicians are the ones who use such problems to create a divide among people. They always do it. They use water, religion, anything they can, to create a divide. Look at the way Amarinder Singh of Punjab is taking a stand. I looked at him, in part admiration and part disbelief.

You’re from Bangalore. Things are going well for you folks. But I don’t understand how people with shady business interests can become representatives of public opinion there. It was part complaint and part observation.

At this point, a fellow peddler arrived — helped himself to some of the cucumber, and the two had a quick conversation on some issue I did not understand. After the other person left, I asked him if selling cucumber was his full-time vocation. He told me that right now it was. Earlier, he sold lottery tickets, the trading of which has since been banned. As a result he had to switch his business to selling cucumbers on the wheeled cart. No complaints and no issues. Meaning to engage him further, I asked him his religion. This drew an instant look of disappointment from him: “Sir, I am an Indian. That is my religion. In my eyes, all people are equal, and it does not matter to me at all.”

The clarity of his response and his conviction took me completely by surprise. His net worth was probably equal to his day’s turnover. The newspaper and magazines he reads, to keep abreast of things, wipe off the disposable income he generates. Bare feet on this busy, dusty road, he sold a low-value, perishable product from a rickety cart. At peace with himself and with the world rushing past, this man was dressed in poverty. But in his presence, it was I who felt poor.

We are not complete if we are not connected. It is only when we are connected that things make sense. Only when things make sense, we can form an opinion. Standing there, I wondered how many in the corporate world know who the chief minister of Punjab is, and about the progress of the monsoon! How many have an informed view on river water politics and budget proceedings of another state.

Soon, Moses appeared with our car. It was time for me to go. I shook hands with the nameless cucumber seller of Chennai. Actually, I wanted to touch his feet.

Give me someone sunshine........

hello,

Now that the exams and with them my stint of sleepless nights is over.....its time to cool off a bit.....with 2 good movies(Avatar and 3 Idiots) in the offing.....I cnt wait to watch them.......

Will come up with the reviews once I watch them....

Till then.....Merry Christmas......

Cheers

Yours Truly.

Kasab Denies All Charges

What is common between Bobby Darling, Victoria Terminus (Mumbai) and the Indian Judiciary ??
Ans: All have undergone the famous Sex Change Operation in their lives.... the first one is quite famous and doesnt need a mention.....the second is termed as the greatest ever sex change operation in the history of Indian Railways...changing its name from 'Victoria' Terminus to 'Chatrapati Sivaji Terminus'.
What beats me completely is the fate of the third.....It has become a EUNUCH off late....yeahh that comes under sex change operation too....
For a bastard like Kasab has used the Indian Judiciary as his mistress and keeps fucking it every now and then defying all rationality and logic.
This is what Kasab today claimed before a special court that he was arrested on the night of November 25 and that he was falsely implicated in the 26/11 case. "On the night of November 25, I was roaming in Juhu. I had gone to see a movie when the local police arrested me," Kasab told the court. On being shown the footage of the CST massacre which clearly reveals his photo, he says he was a look alike of the real guy involved in the massacre which he claims the police has already killed.
(This is a notice to Mr. Ramgopal Verma, Mr. Sanjay Gupta, Mr Vishal Bharadwaj and others....please pay attention....there is an awesome plot being made here which can be put to use in a movie by you.....hope u are all ears...)
Kasab even accepted meeting David Coleman Headly while he was in Jail after the attacks.....now I ask...Why did nobody question then as to Why Headly was visiting Kasab...Headly could have been arrested then itself.....and why the fuck is someone allowed to meet a criminal like Kasab....nobody tried to question that out then......The consequence of a paralysed law-enforcement system clubbed with an even more broken-down and eunuch-like Judiciary has resulted to this day when a pimp like Kasab has the audacity to play with the court every now and then.....and what are we doing by giving him a fair trial......Had it been America or U.K or for that matter any other country in the world....they would have beaten the hell out of the bastard ...but We believe in giving a fair trial to a guy who comes shoots people around (167 of them to be exact) , is caught live on a CCTV, accepts the guilt....still we bloody wanna show that we are the most fair country in the world so we allow him to screw us once again by playing with our judiciary and at the same time our sentiments..
Somewhere i had read....its an ernest desire of Kasab to meet Mr.Amitabh Bachchan and some people were in the opinion that Mr.Bachchan should meet him....yeahh I agree Mr.Bachchan should meet him with a Gun in his hand and knock his ass out when they encounter each other....that would nominate Mr.Bachchan for another National Award...

For the first and probably the only time in my life I would agree to someone called Mr.Bal Thackerey for expressing the opinion that Kasab should be hung right in front of Gateway Of India.....yes Mr.Thackerey, I second you....

This sorry state of affairs reminds me of 'A Wednesday' and I start wondering whether its possible to do it all over again.........

So what the fuck is this life all about?????

hello,
back to my usual times of interacting with u guys...i m not sure if anybody would even read this out....but i ve gotta write so i will write....my wish...i wanna write...i will write...(a tribute to a friend).....dunno...ppl tell me here that "Nishit, what the f**k has happened to u??.You werent like that"....i dnt kno watto do....have got an exam tomorrow....Its HRM or otherwise called Human Resource Management.....yeah yeahh i know prbbly there r chuckles out with a few abuses after sighting the word HR but watto do...there are ideological differences and there shall always be.....they want me to throw what i ve got to a bin and concentrate on my acads....i tell them either u fuck off or i suck.....i know its not evenly poised and it can never be.....for life is not a Zero-Sum game.....i lose that doesnt mean u win...isnt it????
Anyways...just got reminded of an age old adage and i twist it in my own way....
"When the going gets tough...change the scale of reference."
Haha ...hahaha....
There you go.....
Cheers n Gud Nyt
Nishit

LSD : Love Sex and Dhokha

hi,

yeah yeah....its not tht i ve got cheesy....thts the name of Dibakar Banerjee's (Khosla ka Ghosla and Oye Lucky Lucky Oye fame) new movie......amazing poster....jst cnt wait to watch this one....i ve read tht its a an ultra low budget (2 crore only) venture....BOLLYWOOD there you go.....this is our reply to the Tarantinos and Scorceses out there....for now jst chk out the poster and hold ur breaths.....


Cheers
Nishit