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I am still gasping, short of breath and short of words. There are some incidents in life that just defeat you, your wit and your will and by some extent even your fortitude. There are times when each one of us has thought about leaving it all – the struggles, the web of relations, the aspirations and the perspiration, the vicious circle called life. It’s not worth it, believe me. In everything I write I try to make a plot and to describe the incidents in a systematic manner but this is one time I am out of my mind. This incident is worth everything I have ever lived for. During my train journey today, I happened to notice the T-shirt of my neighbour. When you read something like ‘MIT’ with its logo on someone’s clothes, being an engineer you do tend to notice. The guy had just returned from MIT after a research trip sponsored by IISc Bangalore, as I came to know after a short chit-chat. We had a brief discussion about his research papers (Of course I didn’t have a clue) and how it w...

After all the batter I received from my father, I finally decided to give it a go. “Study”, I thought, “Change is essential for every individual and after two years of engineering why not be a part of one; study.” Once upon a time I used to study. I really did. Now don’t give me that look! Believe me; I did study to get into this college. What I did after that is another story altogether. It was about some induction machine or a dynamo but what I ‘actually’ remember is that as soon as I finished the first page I began feeling extremely drowsy. Suddenly, a flash of light woke me up. It was in line with my nose and amazingly produced sound and it opened its account with, “Hey dude! Howz ya doin?” I was bedeafened, dumbfounded, flabbergasted and dumbstruck to say the least! I tried to touch the light but it moved away and here it began,” Hey kid!   Stay away from me. I am God.” I was like,” What crap! You better go to Baba Ramdev then. He has been searching for you big time; or fo...

When boyzone sang “It’s only words and words are all I have to take your heart away”, I thought I should believe them but what words actually did was to blow off my head. The problem began as early as my sixth grade when the teacher asked us to make a sentence on ‘moment’ and what I answered was “The moment of locomotives through the jungle was worth watching” and some shithead came up with, “Locomotives can have movement not moment”, I was screwed to say the least. I could never get the twist between an egoist and an egotist and could never even make out if I had to get my teeth treated by an orthodentist or an orthodontist, lost a tooth in the process though. Once my English teacher, the whimsical creep he was, in a moment of outrage, asked me to “Abandon to abaddon.” I stood stunned, not knowing the meaning and without the courage to ask and when his temper softened his answer was “Go to Hell”. Why the hell would you say it like that! As my quest for words began, I had to be tak...

Aaa.....aa....chooo..... and another one went down. It seems like I have been crazily ill since the day I was born. Sometimes it feels like I was born to be a valetudinarian. Things began even before I was born. When my mother began to throw up all she ate, the doctor gave umpteen reasons behind what could have been the case and what could possibly not, including indigestion, diarrhoea, food poisoning, concussion and even brain tumour and “By God   “ as my dad says “ he doubted of dowry and exploitation”, everything apart from pregnancy. Finally on “some bloody 4 th of August”, as my sister would put it, I was born, the same day another mentally ill fella was born who’d later stop outsourcing only because he himself was outsourced throughout his life – Barrack Hussain Obama. “Hey put this jelly bean inside the incubator”, the nurse said,” the kid’s not gonna survive.” Somehow I did! With all my mother’s prayers and father’s money, I had to! As I grew up, well actually what all...