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. :)

A picture perfect evening..

Arrival of the monsoons. I get out of class. Chaitanya, Omkar and me. A super chemistry lecture with photoelectric theory and what not stuffed in our teeny weeny brains. The weather is nice. Very nice. Dark clouds, wet roads and a cool breeze. We decide to go and grab some hot bhajjis. We get some. Sit and have a chomp till the last microscopic bit from the paper vanishes. Then its time for burning hot tea. Wow! Masala chai cutting at such a time is heavenly. It's one of those things which you won't really love till you have them at the right time. This is precisely the right time.


Chaitanya and Omkar leave. I go to catch my 7:30 bus. Plug in my headphones with some old classical blues or rock song ringing. I don't know what it is between Hendrix and me. The queue is horrible. A lady is pushing me from the back. Strong jabs into my lower abdomen. And it is then that Hendrix starts singing, “American Woman, stay away from me!”. Woh, Mr Hendrix. At this time I so wish it was me who was singing it aloud. I enter the bus. Luckily, place to sit and a a nice window seat too. Now starts the most relaxed time of the day. Cool breeze, music and me to myself..


The first song is Wake Me Up- Greenday. Thoughts wander. My eyes close. I want to take a trip down memory lane, hoping last November might never have happened. All the past comes up. It brings with itself a fleeting sense of loneliness. If not loneliness, still some sense which I don't quite like. I seriously start thinking.. God, Wake me up when these foolish thoughts disappear..


I change the song. It says Tum Ho To.. I start to think about college, girls.. Finally, college has begun. Brought with it a couple of nice girls. :-P My mind is going nuts. Could i work things out with one of them?! Some look really gorgeous, some are really sweet. Could my girl be one amongst them?! Oh my God! I'm thinking too much. I think of Megha, whether she would help me get acquainted with one of them. :-D i hope she'll do this for me. After everything she has done throughout, this is probably nothing. I only hope.. Thats where it ends..

My Express Music wants me to listen to something else. The song switches to Love Story-Taylor Swift. I feel she is desperate. Frankly. Why else would she shout out,”Its a Love Story, BABY JUST SAY YES”!! Yes Yes. I understand. Desperation makes men go mad. And women like taylor Swift too. But in spite of all this, I still don't know why i like that song?! Maybe the rain has wiped off my rationality. Who cares?! I go on enjoying her sweet (but yea, still desperate) voice.


Then comes Nagada Nagada from jab We Met. This song makes my feet go haywire. They shiver. They want to dance. They move to play football. God knows what happens to me when I listen to drumbeats.. I feel like playing football, dancing, scoring beautiful goals.. i suddenly think of The Holy Trinity; Messi, Henry and Etoo. How awesome would it be to score a goal in the UCL final, get a salute from the Holy Trinity.. this small piece of fantasy gives unexpected pleasure to my tired brain. I smile to myself. Half of the people in the bus think I'm mad. Let them feel so. I'm sure as hell enjoying myself.


Roobaroo, Rahman, magic, and what he does best. The “Poo Poo Poo” is too good. The chord brings back memories of good old days when I had time to strum the guitar. Suddenly, i have an irresistible urge to play the guitar, to perform on stage, to sing out aloud..



Summer of 69. immortal. Pure, simple delight. My mind is completely free to roam now. I'm so happy to be sitting in the window of the bus. A cool breeze. Great, wet road. People scampering along. Maybe the only 20 minutes of the day when my mind is totally JEE-free. Oh, the JEE! Apart from JEE, many things to talk about, let's move on..


Ironically, the last song of my journey is Paradise City. How i hope Paradise city did exist! Where the grass was green and the girls pretty.. :-P Oh no, Atharva, not girls again.. I tell myself. Just then the bus stops. I get down. Unplug my earphones. Get down and walk the road back home.


20 minutes, no tension. Just thoughts. Pleasurable thoughts. Some not-so-pleasurable thoughts. But still, what matters is those 20 JEE-free minutes, some crap to write in my blog and some more shite to have your eyebrows in an arch..