Apni Dholki Baja Rela Hu!

Alright... my blog... my rules. I can post what I want to, right?



Anyway, so I got this mail from Apexa, a junior at my grad college. Still reading it and laughing. It's one of those things that amuse you no end, and make your day.



So I will end up blowing my own trumpet... but what the hell! :P



Read on ...



To,

The founder of Prism,



Dear sir,



Hoping u r fit n healthy inspite of the JNU canteen food.



Its so good to hear from the person whos brainchild is PRISM.

The new copy is finally in our hands.n the designing guys have done a fab. job . aaaah how nice it feels to c ones name in the magazine. along with the pic..

J The only disappointing thing is that I haven't contributed ne article for this issue. (tho my name is allotted to 2 articles)



Welll, I have no idea whether sumbody told u this or not. but I thot u ought to know it . n hence this mail..



Hmmmm Saturday, the 11th, mala ma'ams lecture n we had prepared ourselves to bear the pains of all sorts of cost curves. but b4 the usual lash out. she wanted to tell us about this ex-student of SMPIC.(nething except economics was welcome so everybody paid attention to every word she said..) yea. n she told us bout a guy called HEMANT.

His dedication, the no. of hrs he spent for prism.n stuff like that. and may I add sir, that she read out the prism mail that u sent us..n she was all praises for u.. Forgive me for I shall not b able to quote the exact words she said as my memory is diminishing day by day.



for your info, our class is the most notorious one n already in her bad books. by giving ur example. she compared the type of students that we r (such an awful lot) n how we ought to be (just like you). HEMANT , who respected the institute n his professors; HEMANT, who worked for prism without ne expectation of reward; HEMANT, who was always down to earth;HEMANT, who was so courteous while giving suggestions; HEMANT, a student from whom the professors learnt a lot; HEMANT, who still hasn't

forgotten SMPIC; HEMANT, A STUDENT THEY ARE PROUD OF!!! Hats off to u!!! by the way, a Xerox copy of ur mail has been given to all the professors. so that they know that Hemant is still in touch, still remembers them, n still concerned for prism.



I wud like to thank you as well as those responsible for planting such a beautiful sapling.PRISM n man, am I glad that ive been given the responsibility to nourish it n take it to gr8 heights in spite of storms? u bet I am!!



Bless you,



Luv,

Apexa



Prism was the college magazine, which was started by a group of people from my batch. I edited it. It recently came out with its 4th issue recently. Earlier, some were of the opinion that it would sink once my batch passes out. That hasn't happened. Thankfully, it lives on.

Shit Happens

Snap out of it! *slaps himself on left cheek*

Snap out of it! *slaps himself on right cheek*

Snap out of it! *slaps himself on left cheek*

Snap out of it! *slaps himself on right cheek*

Snap out of it! *slaps himself on left cheek*

Snap out of it! *slaps himself on right cheek*

OUTTA MY WAY, SLOWPOKES!

All you tiny 100 CC drivers... make way for my 125 CC, 10-horse juggernaut!



Ab kaun rokega meri muskaan? Muhahaha!



5 females asking for lift on the first 2 days itself doesn't hurt my ego either! Muhahaha!

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Most men would talk of bikes in the same breath as they would, of women. Then there are men who'd rather worship their Harleys, Triumphs and Yamahas than attend to their women. For some, their bikes are an extension of their entities. The man and the machine are one. In soul and in physicality.



Therefore, for man to value his machine so much, the machine must surely be referred to as 'she'. Pulsar's a great bike, no doubt. But "Definitely Male" ? Pah! How gay!!!



I tell you people... my bike's a 'she'. And it stays that way!

Memories of the Khaandaani Khataaraa

It was in December 2001, that Dad finally decided to bring home our first car. And it was a moment of great rejoice, especially for me. For a change, I could leave risqu� one-liners and vulgar cartoons on the grime on my own Maruti. Secondly, shuttling between college, computer classes and home would be so much easier. Not because I could be driven around in an air-conditioned car, but coz Dad would finally leave that old scooter of his alone. No more buses for me!



So I took the scooter away. And it?s a mixed feeling to inherit something that most museums would love to take away from you. On one hand, you no longer have to travel on those Godforsaken AMTS buses. You don?t have to frantically search for 2-rupee coins for bus fare early in the morning. You don?t have to wait 30 minutes at the bus stop for 5-minute journeys. You don?t have to curse your luck while your classmates zoom by on their bikes, as you stand at the bus stop in the scorching Ahmedabad sun. On the other hand, you?re still driving an authentic piece of automobile memorabilia that might give up on you anytime, any day.



I took what was mine. And I love saying this: I was offered a bike by Dad 2 years back. I turned him down. I chose to drive around the family heirloom instead. I?m glad I did. Why should something as expensive as your first vehicle come so easily to you? Dad himself worked his rear end off before he could graduate from a cycle to a Moped in the 70s. Better things followed for him. I wanted to follow that example. Even it?s impractical to the point of being stupid. Principles, yunnoh. Some people just do not get it. Bah! Go ask your rich dads to buy everything for you. And then wonder why the rest of them have to wear Nyki and Reabook.



So I stuck to Chetak for over 2 years. It wouldn?t go over 50 for the life of me. Would give a mileage of 45 once in a blue moon. Would give up on me on rainy mornings. The faulty shock absorbers got my arm in a sling once. The dysfunctional brakes almost got me killed in another case.



Jokes were cracked about the scooter?s size, considering my 6?2 frame. Jokes were cracked about its age, looks and speed, among others. Jokes upon jokes followed. I forgive those humans. Had there been any conviction in what they said, I might have taken them seriously too. They tried their hardest to get me into buying a bike. Some morons also tried telling me how their Scooties and Kinetics were better. Pah! I wouldn?t even spit on your tiny little Leo Mattel scooterettes, you uninformed, ignorant fools!!! If I gave a duck about what you said, then it just wouldn?t be me! Go back and live your comfortable little self-centred, petty lives!!! Like a Bajaj ad once said? ?You will get there faster. But I will get there stronger?.



Six years on AMTS buses. Two years on Chetak. Commuting therefore has never been fun. But, for the moment it will be easier. Better things have followed. It?s time to say goodbye to trustee assistant Chetak after exactly a decade.



Rust in peace, my dear friend.



Gimme that strange relationship

Never felt pleasure and pain like this

Something so right but it feels so terribly wrong

I keep holding on

Gimme that strange relationship

One of us gotta let go of this

I keep pushing and you keep holding on

I'm already gone

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Edit at 4: And here?s a pic you?d probably never get to see again, for as long as you live. Have a good laugh! ;-)