IDIOCY BLENDED!!

Welcome back, it’s been a month almost. Quite a long time, since I have taken a vow to put up at least two posts a month. It’s definitely an offshore month for me; it is the inception of its kind on the move towards deception, I should add. It’s really tough to assimilate the fact that a young mind like me is so deprived of ideas. After going through a wild google in my cranium I started to rationalize why I should not open up on something which is day-and-night story of a million people round the world, including the initiator of this very particular post. What is a talent? Scoring above 90 percent in higher secondary exams and joining a premier institution for pursuing medicine or engineering, getting placed in any “selfless amount of selfish” kind of MNC’s, marrying a similar pathetic-MNC-proficient professional, buying a flat, ‘produce’ a kid (know what? It has also gone to the extent of producing a child rather than childbearing these days), inviting diabetes and...

So again, after a long discussion with my grey cells, Travelled with finite number of topics on a roller coaster, with half-finished posts decorating my draft lists, my mind chose to stick with this particular one. I never know how this going to turn up but I swear that I’ll be happy when I finish writing this post. Right from my childhood, till now I have never stopped being a child, which I mean I have never stopped acting like a kid, cognitively. The term ‘being a child’ to me is enjoying the uniqueness and grasping the lessons even from you-can-never-expect-it kind of areas, rejoicing the virtual experience provided by the fantasy world. Born as an only child and the relatives in distance are really distant I was taken up by the fantasy world by the virtue of Cartoon network (kids of this generation! I pity you, thy will never know what a real cartoon network is, who are saturated by CN (a curse for Cartoon network), Jetix (a subscript of too Disney, which many might no...

This day is special, this moment is special since i’m writing this post from the same room, sitting in same posture where I did write my first post a year ago. So much has happened in this one year. Have unearthed what is my passion,what makes me feel what is ‘feel’. Since it is Vijaya dasami, my mother insists me to scan through the pages of books which she kept for pooja yesterday, I promised her that I'll read my subjects from morning till night but as usual my promise had turned into hopelessness (but I technically fulfilled my promise by ‘literally’ scanning through the pages of 8051 Microcontrollers like chitti robot!) I would have prepared to study if I hadn't receive Half Girlfriend from my dear flipkart, which I preordered two months ago. After posting the photos of my dearie (Oh no, I mean the ‘Half Girlfriend’ here not just ‘Girlfriend’) in FB and made the same as my Whatsapp DP and changed the status relating to that, I started reading Chetan, O...

Amidst all the work loads I have, with internals standing on my doorstep, all the mental pressure I have for the known monster, developing the courage to face the unknowns and facing the phase of transience, here I am, unable to leave my desire for the sake of idiotic but necessary apprehensions. I have always considered writing to be eternal, something which makes me feel like I’m actually living, it doesn’t matter what I write, how I write and how it reaches you but once I'm done hitting the publish icon in my blogger page I feel like I’m  flying ahead of the infinity. Art and creativity is the very oldest love pair, envious it could be for the current day couples. Since the day of their inception and through, they have produced wonderful and healthy children, children with the names of painting, sculpture, dance and writing. Very recently they have produced photography, cinematography and many more modern art. Though all the children make us gratified, dynamic an...

You will never know how exasperating it will be, when I don’t get to see this movie, after a week of search for “Humpty sharma ki dulhania”. I don’t have any special reason to watch this movie except for Aliya Bhatt. Seriously I don’t want any other reason other than her. I have got obsessive- compulsive-disorder it seems <3 <3 :P  (please end my yearning   by giving that movie, if you have :P ) Seri! Back to my business, the novel idea I got now is (I must write a special post for the situations, in which I’m getting the ideas to write posts). Wait! It won’t be that interesting if I say the topic all of a sudden without any beating around the bush (novel la um masala kekrango! Blog la yum masala kekrango! Kali kalam! :P ). Okay let’s assume that you are having five friends in first year of your college (Since I’m a pathetic engineer, let’s consider it as an engineering college). It won’t take much of your unused grey cells to choose a birth day gift for them...