RPUSDC Nomenclature

I've decided for myself, enough of melancholia, and nostalgia. Enough of life and philosophy. Something fresh as the west wind!

Well, to start off with a title so nerdy requires SOME audacity, and a certain amount of gutso(though both of them mean the same thing :P).. So here it goes, this is how it all started..

22,dichloro-223,24,3234-trimethyl-230312-greekoromansomebullcrapethoxymethanoicacid..( phew! ) Draw the structure she said, and my brain was already in circles. The seeds of revolt were sown. The despise i had for chemistry was already at it's pinnacle and couldn't have increased.. So i decided to take the world on, and set my own rules. Here i was, in the middle of nowhere, with nothing in mind, infinitive nothingness. :|

A couple of buddies, namely Sanket Prabhu and Ravin Jadhav, also frustrated with this world, and of course by IUPAC monopoly thought of a plan. One that would change ours and million other lives forever.

Coming back to the title, we formed the RPUSDC, The Raunak Park Union of Street Dogs and Cats. :) Committee members, Sanket Prabhu- President, Ravin Jadhav- VP , and Atharva Kelkar-General Secretary. :D

Aaand, frustration galore, fury in mind, three fired up youths devised a new Nomenclature. As carboxylic acids and oxy ketones were out of the scope of our mind, we started publicizing the RPUSDC nomenclature for naming dogs. From big wild ones to small shy ones, from stray to pet, from USA to Uganda, follow 4 simple steps and you can name any dog on Earth. It's simple, believe me.


STEP 1=> Look at the dog. The moment you see it. There are only two possibilities, you like him/her or don't. No 3rd alternative. Decide which one of those 2 categories it is. :)


STEP 2=> If you like the dog, call him Jagtap. If you don't, call him Emily. :)


STEP 3=> Exception no. 1--> If the dog has cancer, or if he is a passive smoker, sitting in some smoking zone, name him Himesss. And pronounce the “sss” properly for your life's sake.. :)


STEP 4=> Last and easiest step. Exception 2--> If the dog has wild colours, and stripes (found in every village in India, guaranteed), name him Sheru.


Thus, we end our simple 4 step plan. I know this one is exasperatingly boring and annoying, but WE HAVE TO IMPLEMENT THIS IN OUR DAILY LIVES, TO MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE TO LIVE IN.

Thanking you,
Just another dog on the street of life. :)

P.S.=> All the names mentioned above are factitious and any reference to any human being, dog or bitch is purely intentional. Blame to be shared by all 3 committee members. :)

Long or Short? o.O

Well, wait. This title doesn't echo what I'm actually thinking about, and it DOES NOT echo one bit of what you thought for the first time after reading it. :P So here it goes..

Another year gone by, leaving back traces of memories, somewhere in some corner of my mind which I'm too busy to search for. Memories, aah, get me nostalgic. Take me to another world where everything is so different and almost anything around me has a special significance to this small heart of mine. I've been there, I've done this before. My heart skips a beat. A feeling of sinking melancholia. Was it yesterday? What if it were today?

School life drawn to an end. One golden chapter of my life etched in the ventricles of my heart. From those eternally-going-on chemistry periods to those short, momentary PE periods.. Nothing of it again.. All new, unfamiliar faces.. Friends, lost somewhere in some wave of life, washed afar by the dividing stream.. that fine stream which divides illusion and reality.. Is it true? Is this not going to happen again?

Just another Sunday morning. No class, no nothing. Rotting in bed. The thought seems like a butterfly. Beautiful, colourful, I want to catch it, but I can't. What if I relived those 12 years again? I'm suddenly lifted by some mysterious Force and placed right where I want to be. Again that old feeling, I've been there, I've done that before. But what if I actually relived those 12 years?! Would they remain as special as they are to me right now?! The question, I suppose, is rhetoric. :)

Temporality, defines life, it's pleasures, it's misgivings, everything about it. Permanency is just another elusive mirage. Wordsworth was right(for a change), life is like Daffodils. Lasts one short day, one short hour, one short minute. You've got no chance to grab everything with one hand. Yet you try to take hold, try to force your hand somehow. The result, you don't even get to hold on to a bit of this sweetmeat called life. :) Life is temporary, it's dreams are short-lived. The pleasures, momentary. Take it all in, one at a time.

Finally, (i can sense a “phew!” :P) I ask myself a question. The simplest of all questions that could possibly have been raised. There is no quantum mechanics, hybridisation or integral calculus. Are shorter memories the sweeter ones? My friend asks me the same question. He/She feels the longer ones are better. They last a lifetime. I beg to differ. The shorter they are, the sweeter their taste remains.

So I sign off for now, asking you about what you feel, about how you can be more enlightened to have the biggest chunk of this walnut pie called “Life”.

Thanking you if you lasted this long,

Another temporary biggot. :)