You just got it wrong....

Things could have been entirely different if I did not do what I did but did exactly what I was expected to do. How? Let’s take a look:

• Two years back, if only I had overcome the urge of my fiddling fingers to darken those bubbles of the JEE OMR sheet which I shouldn’t have even thought of considering unless I were at least 80% sure, I could have been savoring the weary work load and filthy food, the IITs are generally so famous for. Or what could have been even better, I could have achieved a day’s fame in the newspapers soon after I had joined the hall of shame of those students who finally give up to these draining and strenuous tasks, leaving behind haunting memories for their room-mates and some really lamenting ones for their inconsolable parents.
• I could have avoided getting a ticket from the cop if only I had dismissed the idea of feeling the gentle touch of the rejuvenating breeze on my face and caged my head in a helmet instead.
• I could have been ‘committed’ to some insane and moronic airs of that cute girl if I had carried on the silly conversation she had begun, in turn, leading me far away from my cronies and making me iterate nothing but some false and fed-up praises of her looks and locks all day long.
• I could have continued my streak of being healthy and non-sick for some more seasons only if I had locked myself up in my room in place of going out and playing in the rain.
• I could have bagged the scholarship if had scored a handful more marks in the board examinations, which as a bonus, could have awarded me the anxiety of getting a C.G.P.A greater than 8.0 every semester and a fear of not getting the same.
• Further, I could have been a known face in the university if I had kowtowed to the ridiculous and dreadful demands of the so called seniors and served instantly at their beck and call.
• I could have been the owner of a Greek-God-like physique if only I had enjoyed the chaffy and fibrous diet for just a few more years, in spite of my frequent visits to some really royal restaurants and junk joints.

Hey presto! The scenario seems far better this way. So what if I achieved it by neglecting the whimpers of my wailing heart, bellows of my bare soul and puffs of my panting body? So what if I limited my thinking, clichéd my actions and frisked away the humorous intentions in this fray? At least, I proved myself to be right, socially and morally. At most, I generously donated a few years of my life to gloom and pity. But this doesn’t really matter. Does it?

Just give it a single thought, if only we were destined to follow the rules and regulations in a copy-book style, I guess the human brain would have been the least used part of the body and the human heart would have just pumped blood. We would have begun ‘born’ but ended up ‘manufactured’ one day, with the same old programs ‘burned’ in our brains to perform the desired activities in the desired sense. Creativity, innovation and novelty would soon have become a thing of the past, monotony and stereotypy soon replacing them thereby.  

I feel relieved and ‘human’ when I recall the above mentioned instances. It’s heartening to know that the situation is still not that bad. Human tendencies to go against the law have still not died down. The naughty flame is still alive. We generally are lured into doing those tasks which we have been asked not to do otherwise. That’s what keeps the courts buzzing and the authorities busy for most of the times. I would always fidget with the electric circuit boards at home, inserting and testing things of different materials and then turning the switch on to make sure that I guessed the conducting behavior of that species right and also to have an electrifying experience at times. I would find it just the right time to check my speeding skills when a cop spots me helmet-less.

Yes, it’s true that I don’t always end up on the winner’s side but I do have a satisfaction that I’ve at least converted my tendencies into actions and no one else except me is responsible for the results whatsoever.

Also, such ‘wrong activities’ provide an experience of which you can boast later on, thus proving your mettle. But more importantly, they give you an insight into the real life and prepare you for the battle ahead by making you stronger, not with success but with failures. A worldwide belief that wrong means lead to wrong ends is at many times wrong. Obviously I’m keeping myself confined to trivial wrongs, since I’m mature enough to differentiate between seemingly wrongs and real wrongs. Anyway, if  a kid were asked to write an article on “Failures are the real teachers”, then he could have easily grabbed 5 out of 10, if he had included some of the points mentioned in this ordinary piece, provided he had written in a beautiful hand, of course :p

Hence winding up, the next time things don’t work out the right way, give the wrong means a try, not always though. Wrong can be called a slightly distorted form of the right. It’s twisted. It’s inverted. And it’s convoluted. As a perk, it comes with an extra thrill, frisson and fright which are missing in an otherwise traditional way of achieving a particular goal. And not forgetting what a ‘hurt’ Johnny Cash once said,” I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel.”

So, try believing in wrong. Cash it. Spend it. Enjoy it. You’ll fall. Get up. Move on. Just remember that wrong ain’t always wrong. Unfold it to discover the right hidden inside. Doing right things the wrong way can hardly be a crime; but please don’t take me wrong: p

A thing I did this summer....

With our sweet summer break now barely lasting for a day or two, I think it’s just the right time to share a few things about a few activities I pursued over the last 40 days or so. But since I believe in the “one in hand is better than two in a bush” theory, it would better for me to focus solely on one of the many activities here. Another reason for the same could be that this particular activity requires somewhat special attention, keeping in mind the number of hours I devoted to it religiously. But no regrets, since I thoroughly enjoyed this long and regular performance, and in the end, happiness is what really matters.

Okay, no more rigmaroles now. I quickly pull off the curtains to introduce you to my very- old-but-lost-somewhere-in-the-middle-but-now-rediscovered love for the movies. Yes, I was a movie buff; lost out on my way somewhere in the past few years, owing to the hectic study schedules but OMG! Now I’m back again, seeking a redemption for the sin I committed in the past. And maybe I went a long way in this pursuit for salvation, since this summer, I was sanctified by some coveted classics, fulminating fantastics and some binding basics. One moment, I would jump out of my couch with thrill; the next, I would scream out with a shrill. The third moment, I would be on the verge of breaking down (I’m not kidding) or laughing my lungs out. The upcoming couple of seconds and minutes and hours would consist of innumerable permutations and combinations of the above mentioned rudimentary expressions, giving rise to emotions of a different kind. It’s actually one of the two reasons I prefer to watch movies all alone in my room, the other being my desire for a pin-drop silence.

Since I’m 19, I’m by default, young. And there’s no doubt that I’m attracted to movies with lots and lots of action and glitz and glamour. I’m blown away by the blitzkrieg, gratified by the guns and stunned by the stunts. I wait for the Mummy to rise again, pirates to die but feign and finally, Spiderman to do the villain down the drain. Clearly, I can’t miss out on the Joes and my Spartan bros. And then there are flicks featuring fast and furious speed demons, sci-fi thrillers and entertainment- quenchers; making me realize how tumultuous a task it could be to ‘secure’ a US president. Oh, did I forget to mention the mighty mutants?

Moving close to reason and rationalism, Sherlock Holmes is a treat….not only for the skeptics, mind you. The scenes set in ancient times, elegant lifestyles, graceful and chivalrous tongues….Lord, I love this stuff! Such movies give me a royal sense and above all, a mesmerizing two hours of some impeccable reasoning. Since now we’ve started talking of tongues, one of the many things I always look for in a movie is a strange accent, a weird slang or an archaic so magnificent; just because I like exploring new worlds and the ways they communicate to one another. Even some ordinary sets of English words are un-miss- able, when a French or an Italian speaks them and the amusing pronunciations bring a smile to my lips. Did I say ‘smiles’? It’s time to present Jim Carrey to you. Though I didn’t have much of him this summer, but he’s always been one of my favorites, mainly because his non-verbal communication which includes his goofy face and even goofier expressions. In the lighter section, Disney and Pixar movies are next, which make me dream and desire and achieve and aspire.

But my life lies in those two-hour streaks which take me a bit closer to the scenario of realism; which make me feel the sunny and shady parts of the human life; which take me through emotions, subtle and sweet and sour simultaneously. They may not be romantic. They may not be melodramatic either. They maybe a mix of each and every emotion, mankind is aware of till now. Judging them from a critic’s point of view, they require much more inputs and pains on part of the actors as compared to the action thrillers; since there are no cyborgs, no machines, no tools and no scientific tricks and techniques involved to divert the attention of the audience from the basics of acting. How convincingly the things begin, move on and come to an end; is a real challenge for the entire crew. When completed with paramount precision, they leave the audience with a tear in their eye, a gratitude in their heart and an ‘ahaa….’ in their mouth. And the sad ends, if exist, require even more hard work and clever depiction. Finally, the operas, the violins and the saxophones beacon out a grand end, making the people believe that they’ve just experienced a phenomenon.

I may have mentioned only some trivial names in this script. It was difficult for me to fit in all. But I do look forward to taste all kinds of stuff, when it comes to movies. A thing I still have is my non-viewing of the horror movies, for I don’t want to spend sleepless nights in my room, staring at the blank roof or waking up terrified at the slightest of the movements of the noisy door, taking it to be the arrival of a vampire looking for human blood. I’m not sure if I’ll get out of this phobia. Maybe I’ll give it a try one day.

But as for now, I love torrents, I love downloading, I love btjunkie and I love my friends who I turn to when I need some more delightful delicacies to watch. So, keep watching. Cheerio!

Intense irritation eradicated:)

RELIEF! It seems as if a thorn in my flesh has been removed. For quite some time now, I had been trying and trying hard to install the Intense Debate comments app on SYHO. Wonder why on earth...in fact why on Blogspot, I wasn't achieving success at all, even though my each and every step was just right, technically?!! I had almost given up. 

Then just tonight, I tried out the new templates launched lately by Blogspot. Finding some of them really beautiful, it took me no time to apply the most beautiful of them. And guess what..... this one came with the gift I had been longing for since long. Yup, I could see the Intense Debate window planted in my Heart,making the new design even more adorable!(for me at least)

The solution to this puzzle was indeed a trivial one.The earlier templates were not completely official, for I had downloaded them randomly and not to forget, unconsciously. And so the desired app was not going along well. But my unexpected-template-changing-act proved to be just the right remedy for this problem. 

Well,everything is in the best of health and spirits now and I expect the things to stay in the same form in the near future. 

As for now,you people can pour in easily with your comments....the things are fully functional:)