The Amazing Puducherry Trip

We(9 guys) set off in the qualis to execute a plan made while bathing. It was just us and a music system which literally changed songs with every bump on the road. We started at 3.30pm and entered the city at around 7.30 and there it was, our first task of finding a place to stay. We went to 3 hotels but none had even a single empty room. Finally, the 4th lodge had 3 non-AC empty rooms............ just enough for us 9 people. After just throwing the luggage in our rooms we went for dinner in a near by restaurant which was north-indian just in name. After the dinner the restlessness sprung when we decided to start the tour right away at around 8.30. We arrived at the Gandhi/rock beach in the middle of mesmerising showers. The beach was beautiful with attractive structures around including a huge statue of Gandhiji which is a metaphor to Jitendra's name. We clicked some pictures with Rehmat being the most enthusiastic guy amongst us. Rain always drives him crazy, he's a nature fanatic. I only got out of the car once the rain had gone milder as I didn't have any casuals for the next day which was the bigger one.

We returned back to the lodge at 11 having tasted the air of the union territory. Sleep was something that refused to befriend us at this point of time due to the excitement of the coming day and the heat in the room. Watched TV till late and tried to sleep, it was difficult but we did it.

I woke up at around 7am to the sound of the camera click of my phone. Sandeep was clicking pics of Jitendra who was in some 'unmentionable' positions while sleeping.

After just a wash we set off to witness the rock beach in daylight which was not so attractive as we had thought the previous day. Spent just about 15 minutes there and left for Paradise beach............why, why did we go there?

The only way to reach the Paradise beach was using a boat which began at 10am and we were at the spot at 9.30. So, that gave us enough time to get some dry breakfast. But even after that we had some long discussions on whether using the motor boat to reach the beach or the paddle boat. Due to ramzan Rehmat and Mubbu couldn't paddle so the motor boat was the only option left and that turned to be a good decision owing to the fact that the beach was 3.5km from the point we started. Reached the beach in about 20 minutes and the first sight of the sand beach made me crazy and I just leaped into the inviting waves. I forgot that I still had my CELL PHONE IN MY POCKET. And guess what, I realised that after 15 minutes.............enough times for my phone to reach 'paradise'. That's how my cell phone died, the Paradise beach turned to be a real paradise for my phone. But being sad is something I'm really bad at even though I may look like that most of the time. The beach could've taken another innocent life but Mubbu somehow managed to save himself. Clicking pictures had now become a custom with that continuing wherever we went so I won't be mentioning about it all the time.

After about an hour or more we decided to leave with the 'corpse' in my hand. I was still hoping that my phone might be just in a coma.........the results shall arrive at 7pm today. To be honest, I was a bit down the whole journey back to the point where we started because of the spoilt phone.

Our next and the last destination was the Auroville. It's a really beautiful place. It's simplicity and grace makes you want to come back again and again. That's the reason there were more foreigners than Indians at this place. We had our lunch here, visited the beautiful, beautiful Matrimandir and left for what we do best...........visiting beaches. We reached the Auroville beach at 1.30pm and left at 5. That should tell how amazing the place is. Honestly, no one from us really wanted to leave the beach even at that point of time but all good things do come to an end. The waves were more fiery and challenging to handle. Everyone, had atleast once, played his life with the waves......literally. But that's what made it worth remembering all the more. We built sand castles, buried each other in sand till neck and I even got an elephant foot there. My track pant is a double-layered thing so the wet sand(definitely more than 3kg) found place between the layers near my right ankle. That made it damn difficult to walk. I had to lift my right foot and put it in front to help myself walk a bit faster than the turtle. Yeah, my day was going really bad with the dead phone and now the elephant foot but still I wouldnt't call it a bad day at all. Sandeep had to tear the pant from the bottom to remove all the sand and I got some good relief. My toe still hurts coz of that burden I carried.

We left at 5pm for the lodge where we had a bath and cleaned ourselves from the infectious sand. The time to leave was nearing so after a meal in the Pizza Corner(which some 'hard-core desis' didn't wish for) we were back on our way to VIT.

We had started with two, us and the enchanting music system, but were leaving with another dear friend..........the unforgettable memories of Pondy, specially the Auroville beach.

Love Me Again

To listen to the voice click here

Feeling like a star

Wandering in the sky

I'm powerless

You left me to cry

I'm falling down

I'm aimless

I don't have no ground

It's all such a mess

But I was once a star

With nine planets

And I loved the most

That is you my earth

You are full of life

With so many colors

But a little strife

Made me a wanderer

It's okay to fight

But shouldn't we even talk

Bring the problem in light

And clear the path to walk

I will take the blame

Do whatever you say

I will play no games

It's a promise I make

You just have to come back

And we can sort it out

We can fill in what lacks

And talk instead of shout

Because there is nothing that

Can't be rectified

We can make a new start

And never fight

We can live together

I know we can

Coz when they are plucked

The flowers grow back again

Cuz I don't wanna be a star

Alone all above

Jus wanna be the one

Whom you love.

Your Dream Guy

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I never thought this would happen to me

Fallin in love at the first sight

Like the flowers turning to the first ray of sun

That's what happened to me at your sight

You were like a fairy embarassing beauty

The God's gift for my good deeds

However much I try to describe you lady

The words just fail me.......

But I wanna say

I'm gonna be there, no matter what

I'm gonna love you, give it a shot

I'm gonna keep you, all above

I'm gonna be the one...........you always dream of

I feel the wind blowing at my face

Invitin me to croon a song

I turn my head and fix my eyes on your gaze

But I'm scared that you'll get me wrong

I see the sea falling in your deep eyes

The rainbow in your beautiful smile

The frown on your head takes me by surprise

When you see me lookin at you like a child...........

And I fail to say

I'm gonna be there, no matter what

I'm gonna love you, give it a shot

I'm gonna keep you, all above

I'm gonna be the one...........you always dream of

Now don't think I'm flirtin when I sing this song

It's not me it's my heart singing

Trust me you're the one I've always longed

And I wish we could be mingling..........

So you better say

I'm gonna be there, no matter what

I'm gonna love you, give it a shot

I'm gonna keep you, all above

I'm gonna be the one...........you always dream of

Let's together say.....

(at higher pitch)

We're gonna be there, no matter what

We're gonna love us, we're givin it a shot

We're gonna keep us, all above

We're gonna be the ones............we always dreamed of

Love Never Dies

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Like a morning star

I was lonely so far

You made life bright

Hiding the star in sunlight

Ecstatic beauty of the greens

Isn't a match for my queen

You're the rain of april

My pains you so kill

When the day begins to wear

I know you're there and you care

You cover me in your arms

Saving me from all harms

There's something I wanna say

We'll never part ways

When the skies begin to tear

Don't be afraid coz I am there

Every minute every hour

I'll love you wherever you are

If you lose me don't cry (coz)

I may but my love will never die

Love Success...Then Live Your Dreams

So, how many of you love, I mean have a real passion for, what you do? If you are an engineer, do you love being that? If you are a doctor, do you cherish every moment of being a doc? The list can go on. If you love your work, this article is not for you. This is for those who are forcibly, monotonously and reluctantly doing their job. I pity them. Some of them do it for money, some for honor and some are too afraid doing something different. But are they to be really blamed for this? I don’t think so.

Majority, if not all, of the engineering students pursue a career in it only because if the pay at regular intervals or because of their families and parents. I can say this with complete liberty as I am an engineering student myself. It’s all about following the tradition. In our nation, an engineer always dreams of his child becoming an engineer and when he realizes that it is not going to be so, he is heartbroken. Children, on the other hand, are taught to do what their parents tell them to and hence follow the old custom of becoming an engineer or a doctor depending on the tradition of the family. C’mon stop it! India already has the third largest pool of engineers and doctors in the world. There are other fields too like arts and sports, when are we going to raise our standards in them? Imagination is the mother of all invention right? So who can imagine better than an artist? So parents please stop pressurizing your child, let him/her do what he/she loves, because mental satisfaction is the thing we all thrive for and you are always mentally satisfied when you do what you love the most. There is like a war going on between the parents to decide whose child is more intelligent and more likely to do well in science, and the victims of this war are the children. Students should not follow the old traditions if they do not suit them, don’t be scared. Your parents just want you to be successful in life and trust me, if you do what you love you will always be successful. Ask Bill Gates, the man because of whom I can type this article!
But this doesn’t mean children can laze around the whole day saying they love that. Look for a talent, it’s there in everybody you just have to discover it and you will find it while doing your daily chores. But be careful as to not to ignore it. Because when in need, everyone and everything comes handy.
Secondly, people spend their life doing a monotonous job. When they die, they are remembered by their friends and families. But for how long? One year, two years, three years at the most five years, that’s it. Have you forgotten Leonardo-da-vinci or Wright brothers? Have you forgotten Jesus Christ who lived 2009 years ago or king Ashoka who lived 2000 years before Christ? Well, if you ask me these numbers are a little greater than F-I-V-E. Get up, do something so that the world remembers you even after you die. Leave behind a story worth telling, writing and listening. Let your successors live with pride, become their identity. Let your name become immortal, let people name their babies after your name. Let yourself dream of making it big one day. You can do it, everyone can. All you have to do is trust your abilities and yourself. Remember, every stone has the potential to be carved into a masterpiece and every sculptor has the potential to carve it into one.
When you try to do something different, something risky, the society mocks at you. If you still continue, the society tries to make you ‘understand’. If you continue yet, it tries to stop you by hook or by crook. And if you still go on my friend, the society calls you mahatma (great soul). Don’t be scared of being famous and popular, it’s not a sin. You don’t have to be celebrity though. But there are ways of becoming a big person and ultimately popular enough to leave a mark behind. Jack the Ripper was famous and so was Mother Teresa. Hitler was famous and so was Mahatma Gandhi. Do you get my point?
Now, if you combine my above mentioned points, you can become a big person by doing what you love. It is very much possible, just requires patience and hard work, something you require to become an engineer and a doctor too. You have examples from William Shakespeare and J.K Rowling. This proves that if you do what you love you become a great person and you even earn very much. So, I would end up by adding two things.
Do something to make your name immortal after your death and do what you love, otherwise you will end up loving what you do.

Being An 'NRI'

I would like to begin with placing the fact that I’m not an NRI. But everyone except my relatives consider me as a hardcore NRI and some lunatics even go to the extent of calling me a foreigner.


In India NRIs are considered nothing more and less than a reserve and an easy source of money and wealth. For an average Indian an NRI has lost all his/her Indianess and has completely mingled into the culture of the country of his/her residence. It’s owing to this fact that you see so many auto rickshaw/taxi drivers, at the arrival terminal of all Indian airports, trying to speak in English with the NRIs but in vain. The NRIs know very well what India is, perhaps a little more than us. We cannot consider them as fools just because they don’t live in India. Yes that is the only reason why some ill-educated Indians think of NRIs as foolish people.

The moment I tell someone, my parents live outside India, their first impression is that I’m from outside India too. Please guys, I go to Thailand as a tourist just to meet my parents, I’m not from Thailand. I often receive highly annoying comments such as, “you are a rich man, you can buy anything. We are poor people please have some mercy on us.” One of the most annoying, yet funny at the same time, comment was, “you’re from Thailand but you don’t look like a Thai.” Someone needs to educate this piece of crap that just by visiting another country the anatomy of the body doesn’t change. Sometimes they get on my nerves so much that I feel like making them stand in a queue and shooting them one by one (don’t worry people I’m cool). This problem is not just confined to uneducated class from undeveloped areas. One of my friends from Mumbai strongly believes I’m from Thailand and spending a fortune in a day is no big deal for me. I don’t know what they mean when they say India has a high and good standard of education. I don’t even find a standard.

An NRI is expected to spend thousands in day, live life king size and be a fag. And if he/she isn’t doing this, “you are a stain on the brotherhood of NRIs”. BROTHERHOOD OF NRIs? My friends often tell me that I’m not a true NRI because I don’t have a girlfriend, I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, don’t do drugs and I’m not a spendthrift. Thank you guys for calling me an ‘untrue NRI’ but it would be great if you say, “he’s not an NRI”.

There are many more things to say but I shouldn’t disgrace my country, because I’ an Indian, maybe more than anyone else.

I was born, brought up and educated in India. I have Indian O+ve blood in my veins, Indian flesh in my fat body, I love only Indian food and can speak only Indian constitutional languages. I AM AN INDIAN. Get that in your head!!!!

My Four Pillars For Success

I completed my summer training in Sun pharmaceuticals. Yes I’m an information technology student but the reason I preferred a pharmaceutical company over a core IT firm was that I had learnt quite a lot of programming languages and computers; it was time to now learn their application in other companies.

The company maintained an MIS(management information system) of which I was supposed to prepare documentations, go through existing problems, if any, and find a way to eliminate them effectively and efficiently. To be honest, it was quite a boring task as preparing documentations was not a time consuming and clumsy job and neither was detecting problems in it. So soon my boss ran out of work to assign me and that’s when the problem began of spending eight and half hours, straight, in front of a computer.

But no matter how boring and uneventful my training was, it was a pretty nice learning experience of my career building. It started on the interview itself. My project guide questioned me on everything I told him I had learnt up till then and though embarrassing I must confess I was terrible at all of them. But later I realised my university was not the type of temple of learning as one would expect it to be. The students were following the natural tendency of studying for marks but what was disappointing was that they were even getting away with it, including me. I think this approach can fetch marks but not success in life. To achieve what I desire I had to go beyond what was being taught to me. I had to stop wasting time downloading games and look for informative and constructive material and unlike popular games, it was easier to find and download too. I started form conquering my fear of complicated programs and decided to practice some programs of Java language. I made some simple and easier programs but my fear completely vanished and my first target was achieved. To make sure I modified them to a highly appreciable extent and I was quite pleased with myself. Next, I had to strengthen my strength. I had to become a master of all that I had learnt till now at school and college in program development like C++, SQL, Visual Basic and Java. I needed to be sincere and consistent to reach my second goal as it was the lengthiest one. My third goal was to continue this habit in college too, where I was most vulnerable to distractions and had a good chance of getting off the track.

But typing programs was not all I did due to lack of job in my office. I browsed the internet reading magazines and that’s when I came across my fourth target. I decided to be what I really wanted to be, I had to combine my strength and my passion which were programming and creative writing respectively. I now have a picture of the direction in which I should turn my life. I don’t know what I will do in my future work life but I know it’s going to be something prestigious and highly rewarding. I now know my recipe for success and I believe that is what the hard part is for most of us.

Studying for a degree and studying for attaining knowledge maybe two different things but alone neither can fill one’s tummy. The only difference between a car mechanic and an automobile engineer is that of a certified degree from a college and students need to live this fact.