ah..incredible.!

For some boring life without any action,this was a relief...or was it ? well u could say both since 137 hours of back breaking train journey in the span of 10 days, well i guess u got it! There were three journeys,now u might just start wondering i were going on a pilgrimage owing to home pressure or something like that , based on my pervy blogs.Well thats not fully true.Before i can join my job im pretty much forced (read choiceless) to go and collect my certificates.I needed em to get my passport also,so it was kinda inevitable.So provisional collecting day train journey arrived on june 17.I was kinda happy because i was going to my college, and was really hoping to see some of my friends there.

The journey there forth

Got on the train said bye bye to dad,went to the cabin where two of ma greatest pain in the asses aka friends sat.The larger pain in the ass aka jagadish had visibly undergone some major changes in the lumbar area from where a semi circular like bulge had formed and his face was something that resembled that of a saint who fell in love.He was more peaceful than before.I dint know why.On asking him and on further prodding the other friend of mine,aka vivek,i found that he had been attending art of living classes.My first reaction was roflmao but then i decided,why spoil such devoted kids , and hence decided to keep quiet.Art of living was swept past and we arrived at the main topic for the next two days in the train ......The great euro 2008.With my limited knowledge about football and about 8 hrs of euro 2008 in my mind ,i managed to do pretty well with the banter..Mumbling mallu style.!
The first day was really boring,the only entertaining part for me being coffee at chennai.I always love having the freshly brewed coffee and on this day i had about 3 in a trot...
(Jagadish dint take coffee..apparently someone at the aol (art of living ...we eventually changed it to art of loving )centre had told him not to.=)

Day 2 : BUmmeR

Everything was going great.The train was travelling in the right direction,the bogies were doing alright interms of suspension ignoring the heavy ping pong like suspensions and the water supply was doing alright,again ignoring the leaky wash basins..The scene looked set for a disaster to happen.It was that perfect.Well it didnt.Just letting u know.

We woke up at 6.30 the next day and i was ready to leap out for my tea at rourkela,yaay i loved that place ,not because it hosted the bestest of tea makers or the greatest coffee brewers in the country ,simply because it makes you feel a lot closer to college and a lot farther from the filthy train....So as i was sayin...Rourkelaa....rourkelaa..I wish it had come then...The train had stopped alright,and that too in a station...One bihari babu was moaning about how long this train had been parked there.My super intelligent brain figured out that it couldnt be rourkela then..especially since it was only 6.30 and most people in rourkela would be up and about at 6.30 selling real hot chai.But the bihari babu helped confirming the fact though...
So based on my assumptions and conclusions i asked my friend , who was already awake...
Me : "da vivek which station ?? "
Vivek:"Some stupid station man...the train is late apparently"
Me:"Hmm ..okay call me wen we reach rourkela" ..zzzzs
If i were to wait for vivek at rourkela i would have been bleeding to death because of the acid burn in my stomach.The great 3352 (the train ie) left the station only to crawl another 3 kms or so to stop at another station for another 5 hrs.
Wat we did in these 5 hrs ?
Well...

Jags woke up and went to sleep again

I woke up brushed and sat on the window seat (wat is it really called ?? )...started thinking about when the train would leave,and realised that it might take a real long time since people got down from the train and started playing cards on the platform.

Meanwhile,a goods train was trying to cross our train from the other side of our train.You might already be wondering as to why i m using words like 'trying to' ,especially with something as capable as a goods train aka maal gadi ( When i heard this usage first, all i could think about for the next 5 minutes or so was the maal gadi.. ).Now ,the reason im using such words is simply because the maal gaadi dint put up a fight when all our dear friends from bihar started practising bullfighting on it by waving off their red pyjamas kurtas dhotis etc....It simply stopped and reversed its way into a more dressed up territory.The guys seemed to be really happy with the act and decided to add some dessert to the meal by wrecking the station masters office.The man realised that his survival depended solely on making these guys aka the train these guys came in , disappear and hence arranged for its departure.Meanwhile the broken piece of a station master was doing his job,one great youngster came into our coach and started telling his mom what had happened.His mom gave him a look as if he had just saved the entire train from a nuclear explosion and started telling others how efficient this system of justice was against conspiring station masters whose aim was only blocking off trains to neigbbourhood states...
She simply loved her son kicking some railway ass....
Its the way our jharkhandis do it!

Well nevertheless the train apparently left the station early because of this great act,and hence we reached jarsiguda and the eventually,rourkela.Rourkela brought with its water supply pipes,an ocean of people who had delayed trains.The dhandbad alleppy was reduced to a passenger train (all trains have passengers dont they .. ! ), and there was hardly room for anyone.We finally had to give up the last thing in the train that was keeping us seated in peace.our seats.
And so we travelled to ranchi,all crammed up,no way to the wash basin and u know wat all and else and so on....Ranchi was a relief after 8 extra hours of travel and we declared the 60 hr journey as a world record.We needed a break now....this wasnt just it..

Mornin raaga...

Im calling this the morning raga coz this is my mumbling morning style..!
If you guys are thinking that im an absolute pessimist with no zest in life wen im at home ,you are wrong !!! coz i just found something that i can lauf my ass off to ! Oh you seem interested,yes come closer my friend read each word carefully...doesnt mean that u split the word into letters and letters into syllables and crap..no..it means that u simply continue reading regardless of what banter or bullocks - as some british may call it - that i type,that you keep your eyes just on this blog for now.Dont go browse for stuff now.Your mom may be watching.. :P
NOW..this show im talking about,you may already know of this.But then add a fresh little perspective to it and you might enjoy it like you enjoy joey on friends !(no puns here).K more than enough.This amazing entertainer is called splitsvilla,obviously coz its gonna have u in splits after every scene,coz its going to split your neurons into pieces with every over exaggerated thought in your mind,coz its gonna blah blah..etc.
For those who know about the show,watch it if u like it already...m not gonna stop you.For those who dint like it ,im gonna try to convince u.Same for those who are not aware too (unlucky souls till now,friday the 14th r wenever you are reading this blog is your luckiest day )
**info :: splitsvilla deals with some 20gals..the gals are sposed to make the guys fall in love with them r smthing..major point being that they should not dump you until you get to the prize money.this is not a show for desperate gals..but then u c many..lol ***

Splitsvilla is all about how desperate girls can get for guys..Thats in a nutshell.Here are some things that i could infer from one single episode that i saw on mtv..(they ll make sure tat u ll see it if you are an mtv fan..yes..its on all the time.Even they look desperate ! )

The girls get a mansion to live in..Yes sounds cool . I would have loved it if it had a nice mountain in the background and if it were haunted it could have sounded cooler,but here all it has is a nice cushioned couch , another nice couch, another nice couch,lots of em like tat,bathrooms with tubs and commodes,and bathrooms without tubs but with commodes...oh ya..there is one with a jacuzzi too..(note that).
Now,a bathroom could be an exciting prospect for you when you feel that you need to answer some calls.I mean u v got all the time in the bathroom...But then strangely,girls find the size , dimension ,color ,lighting and the "stuff" in the bathroom very exciting....! lol i never understood why really..though room in the bathroom is okay , that means enuf to not suffocate yourself to death,i never thought those beaaautiful gals would fight over bathrooms,yah fight over bathrooms with a tub without a tub ,with a jacuzzi without a jacuzzi !(oh all f em have the other essential stuff but i dont think the spat was about that ..)
Someone in the gang of gals thought that the jacuzzi in only one bathroom was designed to split the whole gang up and start a fight.Just like what we would expect from the mtv guys.They plant expensive ceramic devices in extremely private places to distract your attention.Adorable.
So these 20 people start judging characters based on how many people are willing to share a jacuzzi and who reached their first and claimed the ownership and so on..This was supposed to be a turning point in the show according to them , and you will definitely get the vibe from the show.. :D.
So this stuff continues till the afternoon and then they are told that they get to meet the "boys" ...This statement evoke quite a few awful responses including the sound rachel makes after seeing rosses monkey (no pun ) and the sound joey makes when he turns female after listening to that tape (sorry fr ppl who dont watch friends ...i dont have anything else in my mind..its empty)...Some other sounds that i can recollect after digging deep is the sound of a hungry dog moaning for more food and the sound it makes after it finds a bone..ow ow ooooooooooow.....yabba dabaa doo ..!
I need not tell you about what follows..the gals get all the cream and the gels they can get..all the lubricants for their face , all the whiteners and mascaras and start massacring the viewers souls by showing off their partly creamed faces..Its pretty clear now why some gals are pretty..
The only consolation then comes from their costumes,which is very unlike their make up..The inflation shows on the dressing,they v spent so little on it..good job girls .. !
This itself is too darn tiring for me...watch the rest to see how really desperate these gals are , u will love it..watch it to see what makes gals so desperate and guys so clever..we all know wat guys want...the answer is so simple,and yet we choose to bullshit our way through shows like these...the guys are cool ...i pity these gals man..y would u get dumped on a show ? aargh insensible..and funny of cors...

Recycling...always good. ..?

I am absolutely speechless...especially after sitting for long hours without any contact from super intelligent life forms from planet earth belonging to my age group for over 56 hours.If you think this is over exaggerated nut talk , wait till i finish this one ..
Every day i wake up, my ultimate aim is to create a new remix track or a new song ...and every time i pick up the guitar ,my aim is to play without making stupid note changes or chord progressions that will force me to ignore how much i paid for it.(the guitar ie..u cant buy chord progressions na..),and every time i play something ,the only thing tat circles like that day i was cycling round a circle is the thought of the song resembling a large database of songs that can have a 1000000 chord progressions resembling this one..
About a month ago, i realised that one of my compositions resembled a pink floyd number,and then i realised too late, that i am a noob and nothing else...well nothing else mattered..If i were to make compositions even remotely dissimilar , i will have to chuck the idea of composing all together and start learning serious music.
For now im stuck with making recycled music...