tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74534250244795669222024-03-13T07:47:58.439+05:30Random ThoughtsKanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-23294556116083830432014-07-20T20:04:00.001+05:302014-07-20T20:04:44.002+05:30I Met Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Life just touched me by<br />
Out of nowhere it came in sight<br />
It threw me off the highway<br />
It made me see the land<br />
It made me feel the air<br />
Oh I didn't see it coming<br />
And I didn't see it leave<br />
It happened so fast<br />
I was not up to the catch up task<br />
But it did open my eyes<br />
It did change the meaning of life<br />
I'm moving away from the highway now<br />
Wandering around in the hope of colliding again<br />
But life's such a tease<br />
It never makes it for an easy chase<br />
And persistence is a quality I do not have<br />
So another catch 22 situation we have<br />
May be it will turn around<br />
Before the highway sucks me in again<br />
If you meet her do advise..<br />
She should not punish 21st century's problem child...<br />
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~SorryAboutTheGrammarLifeHasNoRules</div>
Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-63442453973739079082012-07-19T14:06:00.000+05:302012-07-19T14:06:01.847+05:30First Ad Film<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Starring: Aditya Labroo & Ankita Zutshi<br />
Directed By: Kanishk Arya & Komal Agarwal<br />
Edited By: Anirudh Chaudhary </div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-6534060226207820602012-05-28T01:30:00.000+05:302012-05-28T01:31:04.210+05:30Tough ones<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's always easy to criticize yourself for some tough not so popular decisions in the past. Let me make it cleat - Unpopular with self. However, remember that you did it because you had to. It was tough because like all critical decisions it comes with a sacrifice. You gave enough chances but like we say in marketing a dying product must be replaced. Don't regret about it but be more prompt in doing the same next time.</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-45978270070598788602012-02-01T13:09:00.001+05:302012-02-01T13:13:33.966+05:30Nobody Changes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="background-color: #e5e5dd; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;">Faced with the choice between changing one's mind and proving that there is no need to do so, almost everyone gets busy on the proof. ~John Kenneth Galbraith</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;">It's like a curse. We tell people stories about how it happened to us. How we got out of those terrible times and then right then it starts happening all over again. You thought it wouldn't again or even if it did you're all mature and learned to deal with it this time. Does it really go well this time? I doubt it. It crashes your world again and you do exactly what you promised yourself you wouldn't do. It's not that you don't know what should be done because you know exactly. But.. you couldn't you wouldn't because that would mean you'll have to change your ways. You'll have to change yourself. You'll have to own up to all those past nightmares which you had conveniently blamed on others. It's just not acceptable. There has to be a big conspiracy against you. Perhaps it's god himself who hates you.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #e5e5dd; color: #330000; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;">We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. ~Lynn Hall</span></div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-90838964560088782792011-12-28T13:00:00.001+05:302011-12-28T16:19:10.208+05:30Start over, shall we?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">With every passing day the need for a start over seems more and more warranted. There are so many things that need to be set right. Almost everything seems imperfect in retrospect. It's like burden which is becoming heavier by the day slowing me down. You can't just leave the past and start over. It doesn't work like that.<br />
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<blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="background-color: #e7f4d8;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Nothing's ever done.... No matter what you do, or what you pretend, the past is there. You can't ignore it.</span></div><div align="right" style="background-color: #e7f4d8;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">JOHN SAUL, <i>When the Wind Blows</i></span></div></blockquote><br />
It's the past that defines us, that describes us.<br />
It's the past that restricts us, that constricts our path.<br />
That drives us and disappoints us.<br />
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<blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="background-color: #e7f4d8;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The past gives you an identity and the future holds the promise of salvation, of fulfillment in whatever form. Both are illusions.</span></div><div align="right" style="background-color: #e7f4d8;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">ECKHART TOLLE, <i>The Power of Now</i></span></div></blockquote>I want to go back to the start again. I know now what I <strike>need to </strike> needed to do. The battles I must have won, the battles I should never have volunteered for. Promises (to myself) that I should never have made. Ideals, morals, fairness are the real vices for which there IS no rehab.<br />
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But I can't really go back now can I? Past, clowns to the left of me and jokars to the right, and here I am stuck in the middle with you.<br />
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<b>Why people choose to use this Conversation killer?</b><br />
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<b>1. To KILL the conversation.</b> Of course if you actually wanna kill the conversation then you can go ahead and LOL. It would work even better than HMMM...<br />
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<b>2.</b> You actually say <b>"LOL" out loud</b> instead of laughing in the 'real' world. ( Saw such a creature in some movie/series )<br />
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<b>3.</b> You actually believe that it's <b>Cooler </b>to LOL then to laugh.<br />
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<b>4.</b> You genuinely have <b>nothing to say</b> and LOL is your way of dealing with awkwardness.<br />
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<b>5.</b> You've not heard about the 'cooler' version of LOL which is <b>LAUL</b>.<br />
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What is YOUR reason?</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-65936687582856215422011-11-13T16:45:00.000+05:302011-11-13T16:45:05.690+05:30Coming back to life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I can't remember the last time I was chilling on a Sunday evening waiting for people to assemble downstairs for cricket. Today truly has arrived after a long and tiring wait. There are countless articles about life in an Indian B-school but I'd say you got to experience it to really understand what it's all about.<br />
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I remember that the wait at the Cal airport while heading to Delhi during durga puja vacations felt longer than my entire stay there. I doubt if I ever felt as reluctant about leaving home as I did while heading back for summers. Although it was a little comforting to see that other shared my fears.<br />
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As much as I wanted to come back to school, joining a B-school was more like joining a race. There was no time. There is never any. You've no choice but to forget about your life outside of campus. Even campus life is restricted to quizzes and placement prep. Going to those parties with that guilty conscience was fun in its own way.<br />
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Now that we're past those dreaded first few months where I wasted more time worrying about work rather than doing some. Let the real college drama begin!</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com2Indian Institute of Management Calcutta, Diamond Harbour Rd, Pailan, Kolkata, West Bengal, India22.444023 88.30198969999992222.440479 88.296828199999922 22.447567000000003 88.307151199999922tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-17226291426717612362011-06-11T13:18:00.001+05:302011-06-11T13:19:39.977+05:30MadMen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Acting crazy or depressed!<br />
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Eat a lot or nothing at all!<br />
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Talk a lot or completely hush!<br />
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Extremely stupid or annoyingly cautious!<br />
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Super confident or shaking really!<br />
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Too Active or completely dormant!<br />
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Too friendly or extremely distant!<br />
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Too judgmental or too humble!<br />
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Sloshed or SOBER!<br />
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Salad or Butter Chicken!<br />
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<blockquote><b>Hence - Mad! In a world which preaches Moderation!</b></blockquote><br />
How do I know all this?<br />
Well...</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-78586831214928648892011-06-10T22:40:00.000+05:302011-06-10T22:40:53.895+05:30Vacations<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Who doesn't like vacations?<br />
Who wouldn't? :S<br />
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Do we all look forward to go on one?<br />
Yes!<br />
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Is there a threshold period for them to last?<br />
Don't think so (truth is YES!)<br />
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<b>After the threshold period which is about 18 days and 14 hours in my opinion...</b><br />
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Do you start <b> </b>talking to people you generally never have time for?<br />
Yes! <br />
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You do stupid things just because you're bored?<br />
Yes!<br />
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You end up feeling very irritated?<br />
Yes!<br />
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You start feeling that all your friends are corporate rats?<br />
Yes!<br />
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You have a little too much time to think about your life!<br />
Yes!<br />
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Does the last part suck?<br />
Oh Yes!<br />
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Do you take rapid measures to fix things which will prevent you from reflecting too much on your life?<br />
Definitely!<br />
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Especially after a few drinks?<br />
Of course!<br />
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Does that push you further in the mess?<br />
Well, Of course!<br />
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Now do you wish for the vacations to get over?<br />
So do!<br />
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Does this mean that you're missing work?<br />
Are you kidding me? :P</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-71107772001432448322011-06-07T13:57:00.000+05:302011-06-07T13:57:34.399+05:30Extreme Emotions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Can emotions not be extreme?<br />
If yes then are those really emotions?<br />
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What really puzzles me is when people ask Why you feel that way?<br />
If I knew I won't call them emotions now would I?<br />
I don't know why I feel like beating some people to pulp with my bare hands and protect some from everybody else.<br />
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I can give a long list of reasons but the truth be told they'll just be made up excuses. I don't know why I hate someone or why I love someone. But I can tell you the feelings are never moderate. The feelings should NEVER be moderate. I suck at moderation and feel bad about it sometimes. Not only emotions but otherwise too. I don't know about other things but emotions shouldn't be moderate or temporary. I mean in a world where everything is temporary if you can't even feel a certain way about someone or something then I don't see you having any sort of an identity. You don't have any ground zero.</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-35485056530464162102011-06-03T01:56:00.002+05:302011-06-03T12:44:11.100+05:30When do we search for peace?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">It's not new to hear somebody or may be yourself craving for a peaceful vacation. As life gets more and more out of control the craving follows. We of course don't really give into our craving. Not until life's back in control or to say when it's feasible(work is sane enough) to take a time off.<br />
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So if you think about it we never really let go of our mad lives to experience peace but it's during those peaceful times we fool ourselves. We tell ourselves that we've made this happen as planned. We go for AOL kinda courses when we're most at peace with our lives anyway. Not to say that these courses are bad or good for that matter but the fact is that no one runs for peace when he/she needs it the most. We just choose to fool ourselves later. Can you imagine madness in office or at home and u leaving for a peaceful vacation. We search for peace when we've time and when we've time we're generally peaceful...</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-9613932690287667732011-06-02T15:15:00.001+05:302011-06-02T15:46:02.193+05:30Learning to drive<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This is a topic I mostly avoid because it's immensely embarrassing but since off late I've good stuff going on so i don't really care about not having a driving license.<br />
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Well I think I drove for the first time when I was in 5th standard. Yes our driver used to let me do that when my folks weren't around. And as all driving instructors tell their students he also told me that I'm naturally good at it. That time I couldn't wait to turn 18 and get a license to freedom. But as destiny had it I no longer had a car. So i decided to wait.<br />
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Once in murthal we went to pick up <a href="http://www.facebook.com/payal.saksena#%21/profile.php?id=872090440">Rahul</a>'s degree. As he stepped to go to a lone departmental store in his barren campus Ritesh gave into my request of letting me go for a small drive. I started and I very well knew that Rahul would come running for his 'baby' so I decided to really hit the gas as there was no way i could afford it to come to a halt straight away. As expected Rahul had his jaw dropped and he never ran like that on the cricket field either. <a href="http://www.facebook.com/payal.saksena#%21/profile.php?id=625925146">Ritesh </a>had his heart racing very well knowing he might end up being the scapegoat here. As I looked back to make these observations the car headed towards a tree inside a narrow ditch. I 'seemed' to be completely out of control and I heard *beep* *beep* *beep* from behind which wasn't helping my driving I must add. I of course steered back onto the road very comfortably. They did let me drive till the gate then but still for some inexplicable reason Rahul starts breathing heavily when we talk about that incident.<br />
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Three years later my driving experience in Goa however was much better and I must add Karan is one patient instructor. Also, he couldn't believe that it was the first time I was driving may be our family driver was telling the truth after all.<br />
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After so many years I'd lost interest in driving but I think it's time that I hit the road so today I join a driving school not because I need to learn but because it's okay to damage their cars :)</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-70340014176705885972011-05-31T00:45:00.000+05:302011-05-31T00:45:39.584+05:30Humility costs money<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Can you really be humble? I mean if you're a celeb then it could be a distant possibility but is it possible for the ordinary citizen that you are(after all you've time for reading this how important could you be) to be humble?<br />
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Think about it if you don't like selling yourself and you're the kinda guy who's not yet on tv then are you qualified to be called humble? You can definitely be the 'cool' 'chilled-out' 'rooted' chap next door but never the brilliant yet humble, successful yet grounded friend everyone loves.<br />
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On the other hand humility without the fame could be misconstrued as under-confidence or incompetence. So it begs the question is humility another measure of social status which requires a lot of money but can never be bought?<br />
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Who all can you be humble with? Masses? Media? I mean are you even supposed to be humble with friends? Won't it come out as arrogance too?<br />
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Is it all worth the hard work after all we are who we are...</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-20478178284383648352011-05-23T21:14:00.000+05:302011-05-23T21:14:07.679+05:30Back Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">We make decisions every second of every day during our existence. There are times we retrospect and wonder what was sensible and what was a blunder. At times we even spend a bomb on a vacation just for some peace to clear our head.<br />
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I think the best vantage point is Ground Zero itself. The place where you grew up. Where you first dream of everything you want to be and everything you want for yourself (We tend to confuse the two don't we?). The place where people still remember you as the kid who broke their window on a summer evening and then had the courage to come and ask for the ball as well :)<br />
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It's the place where everyone comes back or visit to share their life journeys with people who couldn't care more about impressions & reputations. Where you could be that silly little kid again and talk about incidents & ambitions which are otherwise never talked about.<br />
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Not often one gets a chance to taste the long lost past again. It marks the end of a journey and the beginning of a new challenge. And until the starting gun is heard it's a carnivale.</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-9389093168999010752011-05-20T00:19:00.000+05:302011-05-20T00:19:57.958+05:30Best Profession Ever<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">To crack jokes at people and then get paid by the very same people. Can there be a better job?<br />
<blockquote><b>STAND UP COMEDY IS THE SHIT</b></blockquote>Recently I had the 'pleasure' of going to the <a href="http://www.thecomedystore.in/">Comedy Store</a>. And It was money well spent.<br />
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You can order food and drinks inside the audi but avoid drinking too much too quickly because your attempted escape to relieve yourself won't go unnoticed. Ringing phone on the other hand would guarantee you the experience of the Comedy Store's version of "Phone a Friend" where the friend would have no idea what he's up against.<br />
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The host and the best comedian of the lot was the most unprepared and was the most chatty one as well. I happen to know some people who I believe have the "skill-set" for this coveted job.<br />
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1. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/#%21/profile.php?id=602941477">Karan Kalia</a> - If he gives up the motto "Why STAND if you can sit" after all it's stand up comedy.<br />
2. <a href="http://www.dynamicquality.blogspot.com/">Aditya Changavalli</a> - If he can start seeing a <span id="RAsnippet0">Trichologist after all who'd want to watch a disgruntled bald comedian.</span></div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-84482897375643817712011-05-15T23:36:00.000+05:302011-05-15T23:36:30.682+05:30Moving on<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">If someone had asked me three years ago about my expectations while moving to Bombay I might have said a lot of things or may be nothing but there's no way I could have predicted the way things turned out.<br />
I've lived several lives in these three years and I'm glad I decided to 'migrate' here.<br />
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And now it's time to move again and this time I'm not even going to bother imagining what it would be like two three years later although it's a lot of fun to do so.<br />
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Hopefully I'd have seen more of the world.<br />
Hopefully I won't have too many regrets.<br />
Hopefully I'd have learned to serve properly by then.<br />
Hopefully I'd spend more time with camera and less with lightroom.<br />
Hopefully my posts have some humor in them.<br />
and a lot more "Hopefully"s <br />
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Chennai debacle a few years ago taught me that one has to accept the new place as his/her own to have any chance at having a good time. Well right now I'm just excited about moving back to Delhi even if it's for less than a month :)</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-43152059784756353412011-04-09T07:46:00.002+05:302011-04-09T07:58:38.645+05:30Time Markers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b>"90s were the real shit man"</b> is what I always say and well that was one hell of an era. Listening to old songs(even 90s is old now) and watching those movies makes me feel quite nostalgic. I always wondered why do they make me feel so different not like we don't get good music now. Is it the relatively emtpy streets in the videos of that time? Well, crowded Mumbai IS getting on my nerves off late.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/F7zpiZAHSFA?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>But that's not it. Those songs/movies are acting like time markers connecting me to my own past, a way of living which I've forgotten. Moving on is a part of life but a proper good bye is always in order. May be I need to go back one more time, to those pitches where i spent most of my childhood and once I'll take the stance may be the frenzy will return. May be I need to re-visit those alleys. May be I need to live without any "Year end targets" in my head. May be I need to give the past its due importance and the people from back then. And may be then I'll have my closure.</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-19444400361330406192011-03-22T22:55:00.001+05:302011-03-22T23:30:05.836+05:30Polite is Rude<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><blockquote><b>Can one really be polite?</b></blockquote>The very nature of the gesture makes it obvious.<br />
You can't be polite and subtle at the same time. So is it really worth it to be polite?<br />
Isn't it like pity? And isn't that rude?<br />
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The very idea of being polite is to act in a way which would need deliberate effort.<br />
Does that not make it a lie? And is lying polite?<br />
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The very need for politeness is to avoid offending others.<br />
That is assuming that they're not good enough to handle the truth.<br />
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<blockquote><b>NOW IS THAT POLITE?</b></blockquote>I don't think one can be polite without being disrespectful.<br />
Politeness is like being rude but disguised.</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-65127381406577012462011-03-22T03:42:00.000+05:302011-03-22T03:42:01.944+05:30The Obvious<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><blockquote><b>Best books are the ones which put into words what we already know...</b></blockquote>Is what <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03723249835028562380">Changi</a> once told me and I think he was quoting someone as usual. I think I kind of agreed with the logic, at least then I did because if you think of it when we read something and really agree with what's written then it's hard to build an alternate perspective. Soon it's even hard to imagine that you ever thought differently. So in essence it feels like we knew it all along.. but did we? May be that's the beauty of a good book that it makes us convince ourselves that the whole idea is our brainchild...<br />
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Obvious Sells!</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-38319539694012500872011-03-04T00:16:00.000+05:302011-03-04T00:16:06.628+05:30Fading Memories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I regret not clicking any pictures during my school days...<br />
Somehow I'm not there in any of the class portraits!<br />
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Hundreds and thousands of days in the district park... oh how I'd like to see a picture of us playing...<br />
Guess somethings can only be captured in memories and not memory cards...<br />
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</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-78656710164873592102011-01-26T02:47:00.000+05:302011-01-26T02:47:50.930+05:30Dhobhi Ghaat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Chaos is what it seems from outside. But each individual experiences something unique and yet so similar in ways which outsiders can never comprehend.<br />
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It made me wonder. Is life complicated or we complicate it. Are we so afraid of our instinct that we spend(read waste) all our time in calculating every move and analyzing each and everything that happens.<br />
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Are we so afraid of falling that we don't want to experience free fall ever again?<br />
Is certainty so exciting that we want to know everything?<br />
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Someone told me "things do work out as they should". I do believe so now or at least I want to.<br />
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May be the lost capability of taking chances is what makes us miss our golden days (:</div>Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-41545946005897760512010-12-25T01:03:00.000+05:302010-12-25T01:03:17.846+05:30Bombay to DelhiWhile waiting for the boarding announcement the things that run through my head aren't about what I'm going to do once I'm there. It's not about the people I'll meet. It's not about my college days. Although these are the things I expect myself to think about.<br />
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What do I think about?<br />
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Getting up at 5 in the morning and waking everyone else up for the 6 AM cricket match. Getting back home by 11 and then playing a game of Business with my oldest friend. Then a lunch break before we get back to the field.<br />
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Those summers just don't come back. The Delhi I left is not the one I keep coming back to. Perhaps I left 'home' long before I went to Bombay.<br />
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Not that I don't enjoy visiting this 'new place' and ALWAYS consider staying back forever. I still love going to Khan and drinking up with my favorite friends and will always do :)Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-52461263383186046602010-12-22T00:42:00.001+05:302010-12-22T00:43:20.544+05:30I hate HeroesAs a kid I wanted to master every profession. My dream job was the Profession of the Week at that time. Everything was possible. One day I could be whatever I want to be. Therefore I loved all the larger than life characters despite grown ups calling them unrealistic. Now even I hate such characters(except Batman) because that day never came. Because I no longer dream to be like them. Because I've grown up.<br />
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So is this what growing up is about? Coming face to face with your own shortcomings? Being realistic?<br />
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Or is it about losing the confidence that you once had and now you're just trying to 'fit in' with the ordinary?Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-59110823159522783082010-11-19T15:14:00.002+05:302010-11-19T15:48:48.555+05:30Make My TripOne of the downsides of living away from home is that most of your vacations are used up in traveling back n forth. And somehow friends and family always feel that you could have stayed for longer, I don't blame them. But there comes a time when you want to go for a real vacation. New place. No pending work to take care of (there's always some at home). No worries about missing somebody (It's so annoying to hear "arre tum dilli aaye aur mile bhi nahin"). So I replaced a Delhi plan with Kerala and the trip was totally worth it! More on that in some other post.<br />
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So this trip meant I couldn't go home for more than 5 months. Now even for a guy like me it's long enough to start feeling homesick. The Diwali vacations due in another month or so seemed far away so I decided to plan a short weekend trip for the time being. I booked Rajdhani tickets keeping in mind that I've to spend again for Diwali tickets. I also got a day's leave approved which along with the weekend and ganesh immersion seemed like a long enough 'short trip'.<br />
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But a day before I was scheduled to leave for Delhi something came up at work and I had to cancel my ticket and consequently the trip as I didn't want to spend 5k on flight tickets. So to drown my sorrow I went drinking. It seemed like usual beer but as my friend pointed out then it had more than the usual effect that day. I joked how could she be tipsy on two beers. So I returned around midnight and there I was on MakeMyTrip.com. I saw there was a 9 'O clock flight to Delhi. I called My roomie and asked if I should just book it. I got a diplomatic response "if it makes you happy then by all means" which was good enough for me then. So there I took out my credit card and Air India Xpress got richer by about 5 grands. I got the confirmation email but what I read got me completely out of the beer high that I was enjoying. It said<br />
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Itinerary and Reservation Details<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal;">Air India Express</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">IX-143</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">New Delhi (DEL)</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal;">Sat, 18 Sep 2010, 09:30 hrs</span></td><td><span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;">Arrival</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Mumbai (BOM)</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal;">Sat, 18 Sep 2010, 11:45 hrs</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal;">Duration: 2h 15m</span><br />
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<tr><td height="24" style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; text-transform: capitalize;">Mr kanishk arya</td><td height="24" style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal;">Adult</td><td height="24" style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal;">IX08264821</td></tr>
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In case you missed it too it says from <b>DELHI </b>to <b>MUMBAI</b>. I'm sure I read this at least a dozen times. I just couldn't believe my luck. I also noticed that the ticket was "Non-Refundable". I don't remember how many call centers I called that night but I do remember that i found out that Air India Xpress has NONE. They've nothing to do with Air-India except the fact that they use air-crafts deemed unfit by Air India after use. (And there I was already wondering if I can enter the duty free as this was an International connecting flight)<br />
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I finally recovered as much as I could and then I started doing some math. I was 3k down for no good reason but if I put in 5k more then Delhi will welcome me with both hands :)<br />
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I booked the ticket again after CAREFUL scrutiny. The flight was scheduled for departure at 6 in the morning so I decided not to sleep at all. Instead I reached the airport early and checked-in (How would they leave w/o me now? :D)<br />
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I decided I won't tell anyone about this height of stupidity (of course most of my friends knew about this before I caught the flight).<br />
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For the record I'm not reckless with money and hence I decided to not celebrate my Birthday which was due next week (Like that was gonna happen) ;)Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453425024479566922.post-37776233700941397352010-11-14T01:23:00.000+05:302010-11-14T01:23:40.944+05:30Tipsy AppThis morning I got a text from a friend asking me to check <a href="http://epaper.timesofindia.com/Default/Scripting/ArticleWin.asp?From=Archive&Source=Page&Skin=TOINEW&BaseHref=CAP/2010/11/13&PageLabel=19&EntityId=Ar01906&ViewMode=HTML&GZ=T">Times of India Page 19</a><br />
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Now if this app was already in use I wouldn't have been able to post this one tonight :)<br />
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Let's us assume that such an app is actually available and that too for free. Now the question is should we really use it?<br />
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Saving oneself from the embarrassment to be faced the next day being the obvious upside. But then don't we get away with it most of the time anyway? Don't you want to receive calls from ur drunk friends and talk about it for years to come?<br />
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One thing everyone loves about drinking is that it cuts out all inhibitions so if we put this <a href="http://epaper.timesofindia.com/Default/Scripting/ArticleWin.asp?From=Archive&Source=Page&Skin=TOINEW&BaseHref=CAP/2010/11/13&PageLabel=19&EntityId=Ar01906&ViewMode=HTML&GZ=T">prohibition</a> then we're canceling out the awesomeness of liqueur. It also brings about ( let me quote Vriti on this ) "the best rhetorical side of you". Now don't we want to savor it somewhere like I'm doing right now?<br />
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But if you want to get rid of all the REAL stories to save yourself the embarrassment later on then go ahead and get that software, ok braveheart ?Kanishkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10365474342244813031noreply@blogger.com0