okay, enuf of this despo feeling. Let's talk something different.

मेरा कंप्यूटर repair होके कब आएगा???

Miss you, Elika.

I miss you, Elika. Walking with you side by side was such a delight for me. I didn't play the game 'Prince of Persia 2008' coz' I got to be a prince in it, but coz' it made it possible to talk to you.
The war between the Gods Ormazd and Ahriman was all your fight, and I just came all the way from the deserts to help you.
And I helped you with the mighty powers and the little brain I had been bestowed with. A jerk as I am, I always flirted with you. But you always replied sensitively to all my senseless talks...

Running with you side by side, to defeat the monsters, the Alchemist, the Warrior, the Concubine and the Predator, I always knew that this was gonna be the first game I would ever complete in my life.
Coz' I wanted to be with you till the end of the game.
And when in the end you died, and the credits followed, I was extremely unhappy. But surprisingly after that I got a chance to resurrect you, even if it meant that the devil God Ahriman would be freed, and the entire battle would be undone.
But I did that for you.
And the irony is that even after resurrecting you, the game ended, and you were dead again.

Miss you, Elika.

I want to own a Dog.

I want to own a dog.
I'll call it Love.

It will be always with me, but would understand that I might need to be alone some times.
It would come to me when I call it, and would always come to me when I call it.
It would demand biscuits and bones.
And I will give it the biscuits and the bones.
It will be angry at me sometimes.
But it will still have faith on me.
And It will forget all the grievances if I would apologize to it sincerely.
It would make sure that I take good care of it.
I would make sure that I take good care of it.
When I am down, it would help me cheer up again, and help me restore my faith on myself.
It would never leave me for a better master.
I would never leave it for a better dog.

And finally, It would appreciate my love for it, and it might loiter around with other dogs or masters, but at the end of the day, it would come back to me.

I want to own a dog.
But its a pity they don't allow one to keep a pet here at the hostels...




Alok.

Pistol in an encountered Radiologist's hands. Are you happy, Raj?

Rang de basanti and Wednesday were more than mere bollywood movies. They actually hit the much needed spark in some of the non-eunuchs of our society. Guided or misguided, they rose, and tried to change something. Were the successful? No.

Imagine this. Rahul, a boy next door of Patna is an average youth. He gets a diploma in Radiology, and one fine day, goes to a big city called Mumbai for a walk in interview. And 22 days later, is encountered by the Mumbai Police for supposedly threatening the life of a number of bus passengers, shouting "Jai Bihar, Jai Patna", also being alleged that he was gonna kill some bigshot guy called Raj Thakeray.

Sounds feasible? Yeah, Biharis are unpredictable. Back in Bihar, they play with rifles and pistols like toys, you know.
Okay, lemme make something clearer here. This Rahul belonged to a typical middle class family, with no political connections and no criminal history.
They called him the 'Prince' of the mohalla for his subtle and gentle nature.

Still sounds feasible? Okay, let's suppose that this actually happened, which it did, actually. Now the big question is,
"WHY??"
What forced Rahul to become a mass life threatening gunman?
What forces a youth to take a revolver in the pen holding hand?
Revenge.

Now, what sort of revenge did Rahul want to take?
Revenge to the INSULT of hundreds of Biharis in their own country. Maharashtra (literally, the great land), can not tolerate the Bihari people occupying their job positions. 'THEIR' job postions.

Wtf, dude.


If I am an unemployed guy, I would definitely want to work. Work anywhere in my country. Who the hell are you to stop me from workin in this part of India or that part. I have a constitutional right to move, settle and work in any normal part (by normal, I mean not ethnically preserved) of my country.
So, shut the fuck up, and mind your business. And lemme give the interview and lemme get the job and lemme feed my family. I might not be as rich andd powerful as you, and i don't aspire to be one. But I want to live, and I have to work in order to live.
And I don't need no passport or any fuckin permission from any political freak.



May be this was the message that Rahul Raj wanted to give to Raj Thakeray. All he was trying to do was to get some media attention, so that the meek voice of a common man reaches the power zones.

And what he got were two bullets in his head, and two bullets in his chest.

Readers of this post, think.
And comment what you feel.



Alok Kumar,
IIT Kharagpur.

Love.

Didn't know what love means. Don't know the meaning still. Wikipedia says...

'As an abstract concept love usually refers to a strong, ineffable feeling towards another person. Even this limited conception of love, however, encompasses a wealth of different feelings, from the passionate desire and intimacy of romantic love to the nonsexual.'

But this definition is crap. Coz it sounds more like that for an infatuation.

Was I in love?
Or infatuation?
Or a mere feeling of opposite gender attraction.
I dunno.
But surely would love to know. No, would like to know.
We should not use words whose meanings we don't know. Its like deceiving the listener/reader.

Anyways, I wonder. I wonder what makes a person like a person, who also likes the former, but still they can't be together, just because serious commitments freak off the second person.
There has to be some bottleneck in this theory.

What is a serious commitment? Don't we like to have someone who cares about us to be around us? At least, I would like to have someone who cares about me. Coz' that would make my life a lil easier.

And I believe man does every thing in this world to make his life easier.

Anyways, I learnt about human relations a lot in the last few days. And that has made me all the more confused now. I think I would be researching on this after I get out from this place. IITs are bad places. They either suck the brain out of you or overstuff the brain with useless information. In any case, the end is a compromise.

Okay, now I know what a hangover is. But this hangover will take sometime to be done away with. Just another peaceful sleep won't do anything to it.

I have got no one to blame. It was me who chose this path for myself.
And I never regret.



Alok Kumar
27 Sept. 2008

Too many cooks... spoil not only the broth, but kill the spirit, too.

Group Work. Ha! Lemme tell you something at the first place, its a very tough thing. At least for me. The clash of attitudes, the hurting of egos, the ghost of leadership, the misuderstandings... sheesh man! It sucks... And worst comes to worst when the aim is to 'DESIGN' something...

And i write this post after the two group works I was recently involved in. Number one, an architectural project, in which we had to design something. Its very difficult to make someone else to believe that my design is better than his. Why should he listen to me in the first place? He also has got brains. Why shouldn't I listen to his crap ? (Yeah, I know. The same attitude that makes me call his design a crap, gives him the power to call my design a shit.) Its like a two way road.
But we all came to a solution (not the best one, but you see, a design can never be the best.)

How could we design something common? Because we all had the same level of knowledge and same level of power of Veto in the group.

Now consider the other 'group event'. This time I had to design something for a society where I was supposedly the design head, and three guys were working under me. We came with a solution, and when everything was finalised and the design was just going to get printed, one by one, all the photoshop layman people of the society started to bring their own design ideas to it. I try to please one guy and then the other starts crying about the overall attraction.
As if I don't have any design sense, and I must listen to what they say, and dance to their tunes by changing the background to black or brown or red or grey...

And add to that the fact tht most of them have not much idea about Photoshop, or at least, how a design is made on a computer.
So, leaving aside my sense of respect for my design, I incorporated some major issues of conflict in the design and tried to please some people. And when I showed the new and 'modified' design to the team again, some new problems started to bliss me from new mouths.

What crap man!

My opinion? Designing is a personal thing. Or at least, the user group should be highly defined, as in case of a well defined client. If the client says yes, then yes, its done. It should not be like that there are 8-9 clients, raising their objections one by one, not aggreing on each other's opinions and expecting the designer to dance on their tune.

And that's why , I shelved the entire project. Respect my sense of Design, or spare my soul from getting irritated by your distorted sense of designing and handling a group project.


Alok.
Sept. 14, 2008

Hairstyle Matters!!!

Couldn't find a better analogy for the change in my hairstyle. And for those of you who didnt have the privilege to witness the change, well, see it yourself!!!

















People ask me why. Frankly speakin', I dunno. I loved my long straight hairstyle, and then I got it trimmed to the smallest ever in my life... giving even the NCC cadets a sense of challenge. Sometimes I do search for the reason. The only satisfying answer being a crave for change.
It doesn't matter whether it's for the better or the worse, but a change should be there; for a costant lifestyle graph irritates me, and for that matter, every sane guy, I suppose. We crave for something new (most often, for something better), but sometimes the urge to change takes over every sense of judgment.

And then the almost Bald me surfaces. Lol. I sound very desperate about long hairs. Dude, I actually am. And moreover, I hate the constant P.S.Is' I have started to face after sporting this trimmed hairstyle.

Par peace hai. Wo kehte hain na... " Ghar ki kheti..." Lol...


Alec.

P.S. - P.S.I = Pehchan ne se Inkar (for the Non Kgpian fans of mine... :D)