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. :)

PROLOGUE

The light was dimming. The distant voices seemed to be becoming even more distant. All he could could see through his hazy vision were obscure flashes of light. They reminded him of something. Nostalgia. The memories seemed to be drowning him, and he was ready to drown. Einstein's relativity at it's best. These ten minutes were going to be a lifetime.

The floodgates had been opened. He saw all that had happened years, ages, eons ago right in front of his eyes. Childhood, adolescence, fatherhood, mistakes, love everything staring at him. He could see those cold stares of refusal as well as his wet eyes would permit him to. An unendingly short walk down memory lane had just begun...

Trust me, it ain't a joke!

Trust, faith and humans. Theres been this eternal connection between these three wonderful things ever since the process of evolution started.. One monkey helped the other get on two feet.. and the chain continued.. without trust, trust me, we would be crawling on the floor by now.. ;-)
Man and ants.. two creatures which cannot survive without a social life.. (women in particular).. we (i write this on behalf of humans as well as ants) build colonies.. live in them.. we gather food.. live off it.. the journey from apes to homo sapiens has been tiring.. and it just forced my into a yawn.. this is nothing but a random piece of stuff i just thought about while speaking to a lady (:-P)..

Trust is like a function.. implicit and explicit.. I can trust anyone.. i mean ANYONE on ANYTHING.. i just talk to a person for 2 hours.. go and blabber all about myself to that guy/gal.. then there's this lady im talking to right now.. she doesnt trust ANYONE.. lol.. she says she will trust only one homo sapiens throughout her life..her chaddi buddy.. says it will hurt if you trust everyone..

MADEMOISELLE! the whole concept of a society is about trust.. you say you dont trust anyone.. mind you.. without trust you wouldn't have been able to sit in a rickshaw.. get vegetables.. or even watch the TV.. MISTRUST IS A DISEASE.. and you are the carriers.. its a cynic-borne disease i say.. forgive me for this.. but then.. you just cant survive without trust.. you need to trust your friends.. your employees.. your teacher.. you need to trust the existence of humanity itself!!

Trust is what defines the very foundation of this lost race.. the roots of this big free tree standing (:-)) are trust.. faith.. my philosophies suck and youll definitely abuse me after this piece of crap.. but then..

Trust me, you need to ponder.. Trust me, you need to trust.. Trust me, for a third time.. :P :D

Regards,
A Mad Rat.. :))

Random Vandervaal thoughts.

Time and mood to write on the blog are a very rare combination. I have a nice, fine blende of both today. (Lucky guy!) :P

Well, anyway, this article is just random, a mix of long-forgotten feelings and a desperate attempt to keep the blog going.

Today started with the horrid realization that there won't be college for 20 more days. I don't know why, I've become so attached to the place that I just can't live without it. I get up, in bed, I'm constantly thinking about school, the sunshine, the windows, the beautiful grounds, the beautiful people, the teachers, the empty parking area...

This world is distant. It brings a kind of hollowness to my heart to only write and think about it. How would life be without college?! WHAT would life be without college, friends, everything! In this world where we are all rats waiting to be lured by a rattrap waiting for us, it's so good to have company where no one actually cares about money, social status, etc.. Thank you friends!

The day ends in a share rickshaw journey. I see this factory worker who is kind of slow in his movements. The rick arrives, we all jump in. The poor man has no space. A man earnestly climbs out to make space for him. My heart sinks. Wasn't I supposed to do that?! Where has "humanity" as you call it, gone in these times?!

A very disturbing thought occurs to me. This world is a web of deceit and falsification. All that we crave for is the moeny.. Paisa Paisa Paisa! "And that was...just a dream... this is what it means.." says Bruce Dickinson. "That" is actually a dream. We're a lost society, a lost race, without a path for the future. The more you ponder, the more you come to the conclusion how irrational the roots of this "rational" society are. If you've been awake till this part of the blog, please leave your comments. I am but a cobbler. These thoughts are disturbing.. Thank you for lasting soo long in this dreadful article..

For you,
Atharva Kelkar.

Teshan, Teshan!

At around 2:30 in the afternoon, with the sun smiling, I walk about a kilometer to catch a rick. Earphones plugged in, contemplating about the world, I walk like a drunk and loony James Bond. If it's a classic number, the head starts banging instantly. Otherwise just some humming. Now comes the interesting part. The Rickshaw.

You may call it a Rickshaw, a Tum-Tum, a Tun-Tun or whatever you feel like. It looks like an overgrown toad coloured black and yellow by some fanatic. But it is home to a thousand experiences. Some of them held by me. The Rickshaw does hold a special place in my heart. I can emphatically proclaim that my heart is not only Blue it is also Black and Yellow! :-P

The actual fun starts when your waiting at the bus stop for the Rickshaw to arrive. Some man with a hairy chest and paan in the mouth comes with his black-yellow babe and shouts, “Teshan! Teshan!”. I look at him and nod my head. He turns his head to the left motioning me as if telling me “Kopche mein aa.” Happily enough, I've outgrown the vulgar phase. ;-) You can't help but get a feel that he's trying to hit on you. :-|

Finally I climb in. If it's the guy's lucky day, he gets his fellows quite easily. If not, we head towards the next bus stop, the constant fear of his gay looks making me feel uneasy. The next stop arrives. Five or six people hop in. They're literally molesting the poor Rickshaw. The hapless thing is as faithful as an elf. It drives on, not even letting out a single whine.

Now, just imagine. Six people plus the driver in a Rickshaw. All smelling either mustard oil or sweat. I prefer to look out. Aren't deodorants given out for free anywhere?! But no worries, you get used to the smell anyway.

Some of my recent experiences with the Share Rickshaw once I had gotten in:-

Three people in the rick. Going peacefully. Suddenly the driver gets a fit. He stops and starts shouting “Teshan! Teshan!”. Two fellas get in. There are 3 people on the backseat, three on the front seat. One more guy comes running and hops in. 4 on the backseat. The driver, who has really lost it cries, “Teshan! Teshan!”. One guy on the backseat shouts (accompanied by a classic gaali) “Abhi ye god mein bithaega y******! Chal aage!”. Thank the Good Samaritan!

Three people are in the rickshaw before i get in. The driver offers me to sit on the front seat (i.e. Lap) of his babe. I'm elated! My dream has come true! One of the experiences you can never estimate without having a ride. Luckily for me, the guy isn't gay. I enjoy as the cool breeze brushes my face. I hold the meter with one hand and the rod with another. My ass fractionally fits on the seat. But it's satisfactory anyway. :-)

I'm in the mood for some fun. No passenger in the Rickshaw but me. So I just poke my head out in front of the bus stop and shout “Teshan! Teshan!”. I ask the driver, “Barobar aahe ka kaka!?”. He seems flattered. Looks at his disciple (me) and says, “Ho! Chhaan!”. I'm delighted! :)) I again peak out and cry “Teshan! Teshan!”. The fun of this task grows exponentially. He charges me only 5 out of the ten precious bucks I have to pay. Great! Is this for real!? =))

The Honey heavy dew of slumber is falling upon me. I fall asleep in the Rickshaw. I wake up to find myself delivered to “teshan”. :-)

Some more experiences to come later. Soo much fun for just ten bucks. Not bad. Pretty fair. Don't forget to shout “Teshan!” the next time you get in. A special flat 50 offer awaits you. :-P Till then, Ciao!

Adios! This black-yellow heart of mine is yearns for one more hitch in the black-yellow babe!


Cheers!

For me, A thousand times over..

There comes a time. You look up, no one. You look behind, no one. You look here and there, no one again. Look deep within yourself. You'll find that “someone” you are looking for. Somewhere within you lingers that passion, that one piece of mirror to show your hidden worth. When dead ends seem to have no passages, this piece of mirror carves one out for you. In the little 16 years that I have lived, I've come across times when decisions were to be made. Times when I doubted my own mettle. I surpassed them. I rather walked across them.

An experience that occurred yesterday. I almost flunked in my class test. I was in tears you can say. I doubted if I could do the JEE preps still. I told this to my mom. She asked me one simple question, “Are you a guy who would back out half way?”. Some voice inside me came upto my tongue and cried “NO!”. I didn't realize this. I myself had answered my own queries.

Why couldn't I do it?! Yes I could! And i will.. A sneak peak into your heart and you hear that voice.. “You are not alone”..”Just for you, A thousand times over!”..

A firm belief now. Someone is there for me, for a thousand times over! :-)