Sourjyo's World

Something I wrote just over 4 years back. Brings back a lot of wonderful memories.

The Sun drowns itself in the murkiness of space,

The Earth turns away to hide its face.

The races it breeds at such great pace,

Things have started going out of phase.

Before you know it, mothers gone,

You didn't do the right, you did the wrong.

Now do you realize it won't be long,

She was the one who could sing this song.

How do I know what life truly is?

I'm singing songs of eternal bliss.

You walk along, strain to hear the hum..

But its gone.. No it won't come.

The bull and the bear are sold in the market,

The deafening clutter, the unbelievable racket,

Running fast in this make believe world,

Far away from Nature's man.

We have become slaves to ourselves,

We have become slaves to Man,

we have pricked ourselves in our spines..

We didn't know where to draw the line.

How do I know what life truly is?

I'm singing songs of eternal bliss.

You walk along, strain to hear the hum..

But its gone.. No it won't come.

Masti ki 'Paathshala' – The Review that wasn’t

The Vigilidiot Sahil Rizwan does it. The GreatBong Arnab Ray does it. Paan-waalas all over India do it. So why not me?

Yes. I will be writing a movie review. Now take it and go.

On the 17^th, Baba (Lavneesh for the uninitiated) decided to take the Delhi Chapter of IIMSPGP09 (TomBua, CR-ni, Charra, Harsha, BoloManav, Dood, Bagla, TurnOver and me) out for a movie at Spice World in Noida, it being his birthday. So doing something that I don’t even do for work, I woke up at 7:45 and travelled all the way to Noida from Lajpat Nagar. To watch ‘Clash of the Titans’. Or so I thought.

I reach there and find out that they have already purchased the tickets. To Paathshala.

A small disclaimer: I don’t really like Hindi movies. So the review might be biased.

The movie starts with a scene introducing Shahid-anna as an English teacher who takes up the job of a teacher at SVM. Patekar-Nana plays the part of the typical good-guy-who-looks-bad-but-turns-out-to-be-good-by-the-end-when-you-can-see-through-the-plot-so-easily-it-makes-you-feel-like-puking-as-if-anorexia-was-your-dope. Shahid’s acting is worse. And about the extras, don’t even ask.

How to make a movie?

Ingredients:

2 Movies to abstract plots out of (TZP and 3I)

1 Good Actor (Shahid Kapur)

1 Washed-up Actor (Nana Patekar)

1 Cute Actress (Ayesha Takia)

2 Cute but seriously challenged actresses (oh if only I could call them actresses … Prreti kopikar and Shraddha Arya)

Young kids pretending to act (add to taste)

1 Impaired script writer

1 Seriously Impaired director

Directions

Take all of the above. Pour them in boiling oil. Let them burn to death. Scrape off the dead skin. Present according taste. Put in a beautiful bowl.

Serve with celery on the side.

I just realized I suck at writing movie reviews.

Sahil and Arnab have talent. The paan-waals definitely have talent. I give up. Just like in the movie hall. I can’t do this anymore. Go watch the movie. It will give you a new perspective on life.

We wasted 80 bucks per head. The Mumbai chapter wasted 170 per head.

How that one for you?

What internships !!!

Thanks to Naagu for this amazing buzz !!!

Baba counting time to go home..
Dude whistling over csk win.. btw he is supremely ** :P
kedia working on bigg reports
jeeva busy with long novel type buzzes
Debu busy transforming ..
Das busy drinking with the boss..

n me writing this buzz

What internships we've got!!

Ritz is tired and bored
bhaVIT is on the phone
manav is busy in mood swings
Nitin is suffering from copied status msgs n naukri
Abra is invisible but workin
Rana is flying and his mentor is out for this month
Swarno is being grilled..
Pradeep hindi seekh rahe hai
Girish is recruting from IIT and IIM!!
Freethala is not free on saturdays!!
Uppu anna's gmail is banned
Joshi has 15 days of training..

and again What interships we're having.. :) !!

Do You Realise?

This is the worst possible mood that I can be in to write a post.

Hence I will just quote song lyrics.

I apologize for the poor quality of this post. But this is something I must get out.

The following song is by the Flaming Lips.

Do You Realise?
Flaming Lips

Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize - we're floating in space -
Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do You Realize ?
Do You Realize - that everyone you know
Someday will die -

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize.

This song has been my support over the last 4 years of my life. This song means something special to me.

Give it a listen. Maybe it'll mean something to you someday. My guesses are it will.

My response to Sagarika Ghose's blog on the 3 Idiots

Sagarika Ghose's Blog - http://ibnlive.in.com/blogs/sagarikaghose/223/54036/from-three-idiots-to-a-nation-of-idiots.html

The following is a response I posted on the blog.

They were kind enough to not put it on their blog. Insecurity is really funny. So I put it here instead

Hey.

I am thoroughly disappointed with this article. Not that I am someone who's appreciation would matter to you.

You, apart from having taken the entire movie out of context, have failed in your argument to put forward something that is comprehensible to the general public.

With a background like the one you have, one would have thought you would be more wary about the situation Education in India is in. Above and beyond this, it is very nonchalant of you to comment on the state of engineering institutes without having actually studied in one yourself.

I understand the entire freedom of speech argument you may have, saying that you have the right to write whatever you want.

But hold on. Wait just a minute. This is a national forum. On a nationally renowned website. Of a nationally renowned news agency. Having posted here, you should be open to criticism for the nation. And thankfully, the nation has criticized this article. A lot. A lot less than it deserves, but still a healthy start nonetheless.

The education system is in shambles. If not at the time you completed your education, but now at least. The core focus of education is so skewed that it makes one think that success in exams determines knowledge. And that this knowledge then determines wellness of life. The proponents of the educational system have managed to turn it into a money game, where the focus is now on getting placements, irrespective of the education of the individual or the problems plaguing our system.

I could go on and on, but that is not the point of this post. You have been extremely myopic in your views (or the expression of them at least), and you should know that.

A Song.

This song.. is a song for you

Hope.

Hope is all I have.

Because I don't have you.

I wait. I wait. I wait for you.

I know I can't sing,

thats why I read out your song for you.

You don't care. Why should you?

Cause the truth is, I don't know what I want to do.

How can I tell you how I feel about you?

I can't.

I don't know.

How much I care about you.

I know it's a bit weird, but what can I do?

Just wait and wait.

oh yeah.And wait.

And maybe wait a little bit longer.

Try and act a little bit stronger.

I know its boring, but what else can I do.

I may be out of tune, but its how I feel about you.

Yeah, I know. Sad.

I know I'm crazy. I know you're not.

Your radiant eyes proves too strong an allure.

The moonlight rushes down your hair, like a river flowing untamed, wild,

Careless and carefree, at the same time.

As if just for me.

I don't wanna quote Elton John.

But this is your song.

Tides ebb and flow. So do my feelings for you.

All that you are, is a thousand times enough for me.

Poems don't do justice to you.

Your eyes.

My heart skips a beat or two.

My lips sing out of tune for you.


But what do I do??

I'd give up a lot for you.


I'm scared.

I know I am.

And I'm not scared.

Of admitting that I'm scared.

I don't know what I want.

I don't know what you want.

I try to gather up some courage.

To tell you how I feel.

Something about you.

Makes me want to wake up early every morning.

Something about you.

Makes me do a little dance with my two left feet.

Something about you.

Keeps me alive in this mess.

Something about you.

Is something I need.

My feet skip a beat or two.

Now i should leave.

With an unburdened soul.

Sleep well, Good Night.