Beimaan Mohabbat

Ajeeb hai ye pyaar ki daastan, pechida hai iski raahein

Khushi milti hai chand aashiqon ko, warna rehti hai nam ye nagaahein

Kaatil hai ye kai armaano ka, har deewana ye jaane

Fir bhi aate hai bewajah, iss maut ko gale lagaane

Ye dil ki lagi nahi, nasha hai us husn ka jo lubhaata hai

Behelaakar laata hai sukh ke kinaare, fir dukh ke samandar mein dubaata hai

Ye mohabbat ke jaal ko zindagi se khilwaad karne ka to hum bhi dosh dete hai

Par sach kahe to yaaro, iss kambakht ishq ke intezaar mein hum khud madhosh rehte hai

The NM Cabinet

Before the country announces its Ministry, let me introduce to the NM Cabinet. Assigning the portfolios was not easy, as previous experiences had to be taken into account for every decision. But in the end me n Subbu have done a fair enough job. So lets have a look at our NMIMniSters.

Portfolios

CM/BBCM– Aaaaaaaaaaaaa...

Home – Manik

Nutrition, Security – Rahul Sa a.k.a. Thapa

Agriculture (esp potatoes), Oil & Gas – Anju

Movies, Babe Welfare – Subbu a.k.a. Anil

Technology, Solar Energy – Gopz

Personal Consultancy (a.k.a. General Gyaan) – Savita

Postal Services (E-mail) – Adi Sa

Broadcast & Information (i.e. Gossip) – Sheetal

Paints, Bird Welfare – Murga

Animal Welfare – Makoda

Celebrity Welfare, Water Sports – Pallav

Decency Regulations – Surraana

Speaker – Viru

Trim III - Battle Ends, War Still On

So finally it has ended… A day after Fool’s Day… The Final Frontier of the First Half has been overcome, and we all await the Second Half.

 

Now, as usual, the 5 people who made this trimester worth remembering…

5. Wo nahi to kya hua, uski yaadein hamaari saath hain!!! RBI (RB the Irritant) freaked out before his 1 year term ended, and as a result, we have a new Chan-DEAN in town… All Hail “Birrcchhhh Paperrrrr!!!!”

4. Assumptions are a part of life, but more a part of Corporate Finance :D Subbu, Rahul, Lutfi – I pity you folks. Happy Finning!

3. Who am I : I have launched many brands all over the world - from JK Tyres to London Dairy to Versace. I have fully understood the “concepts” of marketing. Prasoon Joshi is my close friend, but he’s too busy to meet me. And I am the best friend of No.1  J

2. Last time it was Munni who said “don’t-teach-me-your-maths”. This trim, the altercations took place between BPO (Babaji PO) and Network Girl. The result? Dhan dhana dhan bajenge GOAL!!!

1. No, this is not our medium pacer. He’s deadly, and everything we say that he doesn’t like is a Fallacy. A disciple of Michael Porter, the Great Fake showed us why Hitler was the king of strategy. After all it was Adolf who invented the Gas Chamber!!!

 

And now some memorabilia.

• Mr. Marketing Anju. Why? Marketing is GAS!!! Need I say more?

• Everyone is familiar with the famous Dale Carnegie “How To…” Series. The latest addition to the series by our own Adi-sa – “How To Get Yourself Screwed in Class and Enjoy It” (3 days in a row!!!)

• Technical Freak. IIT from B.Com. How? Pure Magic. Jadoo.
  

• Spiderman. Nayan Tarse...

• Azeem-o-shaan shehenshaan. Mujra addict. Jaani, ye daadi hai, bachhon ke khelne ki cheez nahi. Haath ghumao to khoon nikalta hai :-P
  

• My close friend since Day 0. Cool Dude. I owe you a lot (literally!!!)

• Jungle hai aadhi raat hai lagne laga hai darr, aaja meri baahon mein soja rakhke sar...

• @Lutfi - Khamoshiyaan gun gunaane lagi...

• Future inventor of the Babe-Tracker. A movie star amongst us, Tanvir!!!
  

• Masakkali. Flying with someone else. Tough Luck. (Kambakht Ishq)
  

• The Mohawk Warrior. Our own celebrity. Be a sport, water sport. Jai Ho!!!

• Bye bye bye bye (Lift bag and walk away without looking back)

• A revelation. A secret which was begging to be freed. Mr. Bechara. Mr. Azad. Mr. India. Loafer. One half of Ram Lakhan. In our class. Why so serious? My mouth is shut ;-)

A lot of people have not been mentioned. My apologies for not having sarcastic flings at you!!! ;-P

Good luck to you all, happy summers!!!

B-Theory of Love

I have always believed in two strange-but-true theories since a long time. But a few days ago when I accidentally combined them I came up with an interesting conclusion. Let me share it here.

 

Theory 1: Everything happens for a reason.

Explanation: Being a non-believer, I don’t think miracles exist. Neither is there a thing called coincidence. Everything that happens has a reason behind it, and it is only the lack of knowledge of this reason which compels us to term it as a miracle or a coincidence.

 

Theory 2: True love happen without reason.

Explanation: If you love someone truly, your feelings won’t be affected by changes to your partner’s physical appearance or emotional preferences. If you ARE affected, it is just attraction or lust or need for attention, nothing more.

 

The B-Theory of Love: True love doesn’t exist.

Explanation: Put the above two theories together and you won’t need an explanation!!!

 

Some may term it as illogical, some may say I am being too negative, but think of it with a neutral mindset and maybe you will agree.

 

Arrivederci!!!

A Short Autobiography

I was born with the thing I long for the most - FREEDOM. As I grew up, many restrictions were placed on me. I was dictated by my elders, and had to fanatically trust every word of theirs. Sort of like a genie – “Your wish is my command, master”. Then, during the last couple of schooling years and junior college days, I felt the need for independence and made feeble stabs at getting my freedom back. The result being that I tried to make my own decisions, failing most of the times and barely scraping through with external assistance at other times.

Freedom of thought and action was my prime agenda, which has partially subverted my relationship at home. On the other hand it led to a closer bonding at school and college, and I began to get a feel of what friendship really is about. We shared everything, from physical possessions to abstract emotions. We laughed together, and were each other’s hope in times of despair. Though academic success eluded me at every turn, I was more than satisfied with things in general and life was like a bed of roses.

Until the thorns surfaced, that is. Trust is a very funny concept, and eerie too. Risky to evaluate, riskier than investing in Satyam these days. The final couple of years during graduation were like an orgasmic phase. But then it was typical of an orgasm, pleasurable but ends before you even know what is happening. But rather than a natural ending, this phase ended with shock and bitterness. I was betrayed by people (hate to call them friends) whom I trusted more than myself. I was so dependent that even now I struggle to stand on my own feet. 

Heart broken and shattered within, I have entered a new phase of life – management studies and adulthood. Although it is too early to arrive at any conclusions, I feel I have stabilized a bit in this atmosphere. I am still haunted by nightmares from the past and feel vulnerable at times, but losing hope of recuperating would be extreme pessimism, something I have never associated myself with.

As I enter my 23rd year of existence on this strange planet filled with weird creatures, I have yet to find a selfless being. Time is running out, and my mind is tottering towards desperation again. As I am being bound slowly by the shackles of the society and the consequences of my own actions, my quest for freedom has gained new dimensions. I will try my utmost best to be the way I was born… FREE!!!