Saturday, May 19, 2012

What the....

Life has somewhat changed in the past month.I think I have come a long way, from a lazy guy whining about entrance exams to a triumphant lazy guy excited about getting an All India Rank of 30 in one of those exams(Yes, I love talking about myself. Why do you think I made this blog ?). So as it turns out, Mumbai will be my next home and I'll not have to sell my kidney to acquire a seat in the college(refer this post). I'll also have saved quite a few bucks for my parents by not needing to go to a private college anymore.

   This Rank 30 thing didn't quite settle in easily. As I was impatiently waiting for the results, I logged in, entered my roll no. and stuff. So when the page loaded completely , I was in a state of shock and disbelief, a feeling I usually get after I check the remaining balance on my phone. I said to myself, "Must be 3000. This frigging dial-up is too slow to display the other two zeroes...". I entered everything from the scratch, only to be shocked again. I called up a friend of mine and shouted, " Result आलं रे ! "(The results are out !). For the next two days, I was busy entering my details on that website again and again hoping for the truth to emerge. As it turns out, it had, already. The maniac in me then settled. My mind still wouldn't believe what my eyes were seeing, owing to the fact that my actual interest in studies had ended even before Harman Baweja's career and my attention span while studying would be equivalent to that of a four-year-old in a toy store. But then, this was the test I had undergone meticulous preparation for, albeit in the last few days even though I had a full month. I had to memorize little but significant details, the most hilarious of them being the Indonesian president's name (Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono). And then, this outcome.

   So now, I await the HSC result with a sheer sense of indifference. After a really long time, life had thrown some pleasant surprise at me and I was ever-ready to take it. The admission-fest shall begin soon and so shall increase the pace of life. I am now busy hoping that the goodwill generated the last few days due to this result dissolves some of the bitterness that may possibly follow after the HSC result. On the other side, my skeptic mind says that I should check that result once again just to be sure. Here it goes, again.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

What ? HM ? Seriously ?

   Till recently, I had the usual course of following the herd, preparing for admission to engineering. Then it struck me, "What would I gain from this ?", "Why am I doing this exactly ?". "Because you're worth it". (No, wait. That was Aishwarya Rai Bachchan endorsing some shampoo. Maybe I should switch off the television now.) So, I was thinking about restructuring my priorities. Then, Voila ! How about Hospitality Management ? (I know what you are thinking...). It struck a chord with my insane mind. So that's it. No more slogging for admission to a warehouse engineering college. Now I just had a herculean task at hand. Yes, 'Explaining'. My parents understand me......well, almost. But the logic had to be explained to friends now.

   So, a lot of expletive-laden discussion ensued. With friends, of course. The dialogue went somewhat like this(expletives have been censored out):

Friends : Why are you doing this ?
Me       : I don't know. I just don't want to go down the same path everybody else goes.
Friends : And........ ?
Me       : Alright, I don't like studying science and mathematics. Happy ?
Friends : Knew that(laughing hysterically)...
Me       : Listen bro, consider you pursuing self-torture engineering while I go my way. Four years down the  lane, you will be working your ass off in your final year(and I am not even considering backlog of subjects i.e KTs), while I will have already obtained a bachelors degree with a work experience of an year(well, probably). But the thing of prime importance shall be that I'll be a satisfied person(well, probably). Plus there is too much unnecessary competition and its not my area of interest. And why not try to be someone different ? In fact, I'd like to quote some words from a Linkin Park number:

"Forfeit the game
Before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame
And puts your name to shame
Cover up your face
You can't run the race
The pace is too fast
You just won't last"

You get that ? Huh ?

Friends :                  

 Some other friends:
 (For representation purposes only. No wine or any other beverage was involved.)

Me       :                   

   So that was the end of doubts and questions. People understood my point(well, probably). Now all I had to do was study(oh f**k !) to go ahead. The path is clear. Now, I can just that hope my choices shall prove fruitful. Well, perhaps...

Monday, April 9, 2012

So here I am....

So, there ! I created a blog after much persuasion, by the terrible blogger inside me. Some questions haunted me in this endeavour."So should it be Wordpress or Blogger ?", "How do I get started ?", "Who am I kidding ?". So, Blogger it is. I understand Wordpress(and blogging, in general) as much as I understand Mandarin. Well, you get the point, don't you ? No ? Nevermind. I usually read satirical blogs, especially the mind-blowing ones like Stupidus Maximus and Khamba's Blog and also Faking News. These constituted 49.1 % of my inspiration behind blogging, the rest 50.9 % is due to the ample free time I have now, actually meant for getting screwed by books  studying. And I also use Facebook as frequently as a person with an upset stomach goes to the bathroom.

    What I am actually, is a student, now enjoying superficial vacations, thanks to the reign of entrance-exams. I live in an obscure place Mumbaikars living in the western part of the city refer to as 'The Great Beyond' (read beyond Virar) and may have to move to Mumbai or some other city soon to pursue further stupidity education. Did I mention I shall be pursuing Hospitality Studies ? (No, I can't cook, you may stop laughing now). I had decided to pursue this stuff for the sake of being different. Literally.(Stop giggling now, seriously !). So, now will just sail wherever this boat called life takes me, while still watching out for icebergs on a proverbial GPS equipment (I would appreciate James Cameron making a magnum opus on my ship sinking episode, though.Think about the royalty fee.*drool*). But as always, there will be roadblocks on this path. The institutes where I want to be should be sane enough to sell grant me a seat there. Else, I would have to look for other options where I would not have to sell one of my kidneys to secure admission. Hope that the miracle of our society, called 'reservation', helps me in this case. But, like always, I continue to show the same enthusiasm towards studies that BMC shows towards repairing roads.

    So, that's it. Yes, your turmoil ends for now, well, perhaps. I will brag more about myself and my hopeless pursuits in future posts. And yeah, it would be helpful if you leave a comment, helps boost my ego. Now where did I keep the TV remote.... ?