Autorickshaw

If you are an Indian,the vehicle displayed below is a very commonly spotted one. Our roads are filled with them. We use them very often. I have seen so many tourists who are fascinated by this three wheeled ride. It is really an experience for them to travel in it. There are a few typical features of an autorickshaw. First, there is the meter which is the most unreliable part. Either it doesnt work and so you have to pay whatever the driver asks for. Or, if it works, it has been tampered with in most of the cases so that you finally end up paying the same amount :P.
Second, the classical rickshaws have this green horn which you have to operate manually. It is a rubber balloon which you need to squeeze to make a sound. Third, there is the wiper. And lastly, the most amusing part.. the messages written on the cover. Many rickshaw walas take pride in decorating their vehicle with various drawings, designs, messages which will tell you " Mera Bhaarat Mahan"...

Room No. 141

Room no 141 is my hostel room ( AH3). All college students who stay in hostels know what kind of attachment you have with your room. You spend nearly 4 whole years there. So many memories get attached with that little room of yours. All the fun you have with your friends there, all the night outs before the exams, the unplanned night outs, movie marathons,...

The following pic was taken randomly. It shows a typical study table in the BITS hostel. It has everything else but books!!!.

At around 2 am on a random day

Going Bald- The Aftereffects ( Part II )

Ok.. So there I was sitting in front of the mirror in the barbers shop. I know it, the barber knows it that there is not a single hair on my head. But still, just to act not so shocked, I coolly get out of my chair, check my scalp ( Trying to act satisfied) and hand him the cash. I still remember I tried to smile to him as if to say- " That is exactly what I wanted. Good job". In the real world it translated to- " Holy *beep* !! Was I out of my mind? ". There was a guy sitting besides me who was having a hair cut and he asked me- " Ghari olakhnaar na?" i.e, " Ghar pe pehchanenge na?" (" Will your parents identify you"). And I tried to coolly answer- " Ts.. What do you mean identify me.. of course they will.. its a cool style."

So anyways what was done was done. I had walked in with hair and I walked out without any. As I walked out, I was thinking of all the possible reasons I could invent to explain it. " Oh I had lot of dandruff and itching all over.. " or " Ah.. I just wanted to try out the style.. aint it cool?" ......

While i was walking back I suddenly realized something. A nice breeze came by and trust me, It was the best breeze I had ever enjoyed in years. The air was just flowing across my head in perfect streamlines. It was like my head was a conductor of an orchestra and the wind was playing sweet music to its actions. Other amazing things followed shortly.
Just imagine yourself in the middle a really busy street with all cars honking and producing irritating noises( like they show in those headache relief ads) and then in the next instant, you are in the middle of the ocean.. just the calm water, no other noise. I felt calm and composed. Somehow my brain was working more ( :P). No but seriously, I no longer cared how I looked, I was enjoying every single moment from then. Besides, its super fun to just run your palm though a bald head. Also, its out of this world to take bath with nice warm water and feel it on your head and not have all that wet hair. Its just awesome.

My hair grows at a very slow rate so it took some time until I got a nice carpet of black hair ( which I then realized is what probably I wanted at the first place). Whatever happened, I dont regret that crazy thing i did back then in Kolhapur.

A few months after the " Hair Cut"

A few days back-

Going Bald- Part 1

Friends, there was a time somewhere in the recent winter breaks, when I decided to have a hair cut. This was when I was in Kolhapur and my hair was growing long. So there I am sitting in the barbers shop. He was just putting the cloth around me and getting his scissors ready for the job. Then he asked me -" Kashe kaapayache aahet? " which translates- " Kaise kaatne hai?" or " How do you want me to cut them".

Now any sane person in his senses would have told him the approximate length to which he would have wanted the hair cut. Like " Bahut chota karo" ( small), " Medium" or" Bas trimming karo" ( Long with trimmed hair). But something else was going on in my mind. Now I have not been able to, so far, explain why the chemicals in my brain decided to react in that particular way, but I suddenly told the barber- " Sab nikal do" i.e, "Make me bald".

The barber, obviously taken aback, first tried to explain to me what "bald" meant. He said- " Saab, saare baal hat jaayenge".. i.e, "All you hair will be gone". Despite of this warning, my brain  ( which was still in a parallel crazy world), failed to analyze the situation and i said-" Pata hai. Wohi karo" i.e " I know what I am saying.. Just do it".

So there I was after some 4-5 mins of the machine shaving off all my hair... I was BALD.
...to be continued

Me sans hair

WHAT A TRIP!!!

The trip to baga that we made today was undoubtedly the best trip i have ever had as yet in BITS. T1 could not have ended any better. Who would have thought that a trip that started out so pathetically would turn out this way.
To just give the key highlights of todays trip-
1. People had to drag a bike halfway to get petrol filled in the scorching heat of the day
2. No bikes/cars for hire. And apparently the two of our best drivers, Abhijeet and Jayant, were denied from driving the few cars available because " Woh Barobar nahi chala rahe the" :P
3. We had an awesome time at the beach
4. Return journey was EPIC ( Sorry guyz for the inconvenience caused by me but it was seriously \m/ )
5. Had a heated up argument with the dealer of Bikes ( Sohag Sen _/\_  )
6. Most of us just managed to make 1000 bucks disappear from our wallets.

So at the end, thankyou people for that lovely time. Aditya, Sohag, Arpit, Hasim, Abhijeet, Kedar, Anuraag, Jayant, Chinmay,Sourav \m/ \m/
Here are some random pics taken during the trip:

Baga

Sunset 1

 

 

Aditya`s cap

Aditya

Anurag behind the wooden pole :P

Decorative grass in shack

Sunset 2

Random chimes in the shack

 

 

 

Pics ( My attempt to random amateur photography)

Shoes!!

Coke Can

Sunset view from my pune house

Random wood work bathed in the setting sun

Finally Over

The ever torturing and life sucking T1 is finally over :D
Finally some time to do productive stuff instead of wasting time reading some sad monotonous piece of text.

A typical BITSgian would now be planning a trip somewhere ( Bogmalo, if nothing turns out :P). For those of you who still have exams to go... I feel truly sad for you people. Hang on for a bit more...
\m/

Already hooked!!!

This is really addictive and fun. I cant imagine I just wasted 2 hours straight in decorating and thinking of stuff i can do on this blog. Fortunately, tomorrow I have only one paper, SPM and the very last paper of T1.

Now I can seriously understand why blogging is so much fun \m/

About the blog

Well, First off let me say that writing or reading is really not my ball game. I cant write creative stuff in awesome English. So this is a really simple blog about my interests, experiences and other random stuff.

About the name: I feel that I am kind of an introvert. I generally dont open up quickly to new surroundings and people. The only time that I perhaps dont hesitate in opening up my vocal cords in front of people is when i am singing ( On a microphone usually). Hence the name.

Motivation : Why did i decide to start a blog? Seriously, Even i dont know :P. Most of my friends have one.. I thought why not give it a try. But on the other hand, i think its a nice way to share the jungle of thoughts that cross your mind everyday.

Hope you enjoy reading the blog and please do write comments if you have any.