Studies and Parenting

A good day to everyone, now I am sorry for not posting for a couple days, actually it was just one, I take the apology back. Before you start thinking on the lines that I want to be a father or anything of the sort (like I may have knocked some girl up or something) I have not and I have no intentions of parenting before I am certain that I want my life to be over!! No offense to parents out their, but deep down inside, you know what I mean don’t you.

Today I thought of sharing my opinion on the issue of studies and parenting. In particular, Indian parenting. I say Indian because these are the only parents I can talk about, as these are the only kind of families I know and I have come real close to. As I have seen, Indian parents, if I am to use Aamir Khan’s words from Taare Zameen Par, they are building race horses. The whole select the right company (right meaning the kind that studies a lot and has no real life), get the top most marks, score well, study hard, study, study and study. End result, you have a kid that only knows how to study and cant handle himself/herself in the real world. I say this cause I have met plenty of the sort. No peoples skills, shy, and no confidence or command over any spoken language. On the other hand, if you focus on the kids life and give the kid everything he/she wants, you have a non scoring, easy going kid in your hands, who has everything in life very easy and respects none of it (I happen to be one as some people would say). This way, you have an arrogant (trying to get out of it), bratty (don’t want to get out of it), non-serious (can’t really say) kind of child.

The popular question I believe would be how to strike a balance . How to ensure that the kid gets the right kind of grooming without imposing your ideals on him. How to make sure your kid turns into a person, by himself/herself. Has the street smarts, and morals that he/she requires to make himself/herself a success. Now I have no idea how to go about that, and this is a question that has bothered me a lot!! How to go about it!! So now I ask you, to help me make sense of this in your comments. Help me ease this unrequired stress of my overthinking head, with you prestigious comments. Okay maybe I overdid it, but help!

From 4 to12

Hey guys, now when you see a title like from 4 to 12 you think call centre, don’t you,  some of you might even dare say college, but no, this was 4 am to 12 pm. I slept early last night, slightly ill, extremely sleepy, for some weird reason. Got a call from my friend at 11 who got a tad bit angry that I was out cold. And then got a call from my best friend and classmate Siddhartha at 3. I cut the call, he kept calling me till I finally said fuck it and woke up. Now to all those who have been shaken out of their sleep by a call, don’t you feel like saying fuck you to the caller. Same sentiment, slightly dulled by the sleepiness yet extreme in every sense, ran through my head. All that anger and feeling of sleep went down the drain as soon as he said, “Dude, wake up, I’ll be at your place with PD and Shahrukh in an hour. Be ready, we are going to Agra”. For the attention of my new friends, PD is Shruti Sharma, Sid’s girlfriend and Shahrukh is a common friend, whom I hit it off with because we share a common passion for liquor and all things condemned (Sandwiches, if you have seen How I met your Mother) So early morning blues had to take a backseat as I got dressed, Picked up the bottle, a couple sodas and headed off to Agra.

The best part of the trip was that we never got there. Even better was ma and bhai didn’t wake up when I told them that I have to go. And nobody found out I was gone!! And the best part, Shahrukh snoring by my side on the back seat as sid and Pd got a bit comfy. Now all that might make the trip seem a bit boring to you guys, but it wasn’t. It was hilarious in fact, waking up at four, heading off to a destination you know you aren’t going to reach. Having sandwiches and drinks on the way and stopping for the traditional Aloo ka paraantha and Kaali daal, along with tea before turning back. Listening to awesome music. College life is a bliss!!! Now to my daily chores. The day has started on an awesome note, wish me luck as I go through it!!!

My First Post!! Again!!

Hi everyone, by everyone I mean what little followers I have, to the bloggers in those followers, maybe its just me but as a verification, have you ever looked down and said grow you little piece of shit, grow!!! I was referring to the number of followers at the bottom of the screen, you dirty minded folks!! Now as I renew my blog, I would like to thank you for taking the time to read this, time that you would have otherwise utilized to do amazing things to help the world or make a damn pie chart in office explaining how you can actually do said things to help the world, anyways if all of us did as we were supposed to the world would have been a better place and Kapil Sibbal wouldn’t have had to say such stupid things on tv. But seeing as we don’t, and have a blast not doing it, lets enjoy a bit.

I spent a while thinking about what to write on my blog, see I just came back from an indibloggers meet, which was awesome, and a warm and beautiful community, the kind you just see and say, man wouldn’t it be lovely to be a part of such an amazing group of people. Specially when all of them have an insane sense of humor and are particularly opinionated about something at least. And then I remembered that I had a blog so lets type. And seeing as I had an urge to write so I renamed it which brings me back to the same old dilemma as to what to write about. My boring bit of the day is bound to be.. well.. boring. And political issues are not something I would like to open my blog with, otherwise Mr Sibbal might get piles, if bloggers start by posting about his party. So I came to the conclusion that I will just write it as it goes through my mind, put a Nostradamus twist to it, yet more focused!! So here it was, my first post, again!!

Loved it!! Hope you did too

The physics Annual

My physics board exam for class 12th was one of the worse papers I,no the entire state I guess gave! I woke that day pretty confident of myself, I had studies hard and all was going well, I entered the exam hall in the best spirits, I even dared to talk to my pals and comfort them about the paper. But then it all came crashing down on me when I set eyes on the question paper. A regular physics +2 question paper has 35 questions divided into three sections of difficulty. The 1 mark being the easiest then the 4 mark being touph and the 6 mark being the hardest. For any paper the confidence I had would’ve been enouph but not for this one. I saw the six mark questions first and said to myself ‘Dude i aint surprised I am having to give them so much thought I mean they are supposed to be hard’(A little of the confidence started chipping off). I saw the four mark questions next and this section is the largest….Okay okay dude calm down, its not like you cant do a single one.Just cool your headdown but nomatter how i tried to do them I couldnt solve them.Around fifteen minutes later I was doing what the rest of the class was doing, Looking about for any jerk scratching his pen on the paper to borrow a bit of the wise persons vast reserves of greymatter!!

By the end of 2 hours of the three hour paper I fealt as though I had thought more than Einstien or Newton did in THEIR ENTIRE LIFETIME!! I actually had the feeling that am I sitting in the wrong room cause this cant be my subject!!!!When people were discussing the paper afterwards it was a unanamous reaction.Dude we did not study physics the entire year if this was actually what physics is I mean the paper weant above our collective heads!! I would say in the last hour the exam hall sounded like a discussion room. It wasnt a paper but a touph assingment that everyone joined heads to solve!! Luckily for us our collective brains helped to clear the paper..

Outside the physics H.O.D of our school was busy asking us weather we would clear the paper altogether!!!! He never had any faith in us anyway!!!

Guys that was the most pathetic paper of my life!!!

The whiner guy and the bored fellow

My friend just came back from his hometown in Mumbai back for colledge. He is now in fourth year and in the past three years he has had a relationship with a girl which I think was his only sereous one. Now guys I think you will understand when I state this:-“If you have a girlfriend  which you do not want to loose and you cheat on her the last thing you should do is tell her about it”. Well this guy used to act like  a cassinova and screwed around with a shitload of girls(fault 1) and told her all about everyone everytime(fault 2) and then talked to them in front of her(fault 3) and then he flirted with them in front of her(fault 4) and if that wasnt enouph he actually dominated her and was insecure about her(dont bother)!!!!!!!!

Now guys I’m sure you are thinking what an ass this guy was well so did she! And guess what happened, after three long years she dumped him. GREAT JOB I’ll say. But then why the hell am I the one listening to his sad saga for eight hours through the night when i was staying over at his place for some fun. It was like listening to a deer sing, or the sadest T.V. serial you have to see because you have one T.V. and your gramps wants to watch it. Now friends I dont normally feel sleepy at nights but thanks to him I could’ve slept like a log!

The dude asks me “Dude, do you think she will come back, I mean she says she still has feelings for me and I dont think she is seeing anybody”

My response-”Due she will come back if she is still single. One and a half months is a long time!”

“What, DO you think she is seeing somebody.Surely she couldnt be seeing somebody. I mean I know her and I know she cant be seeing somebody, but do you know about smebody she could be seeing!!!”

It was too good to resist”Well I dont know, I mean could be man, look at both sides of it I mean people change and there could be somebody else, Who knows!!!”

After a bit more whining he says”I dont know what I’d do dude I mean she…she was my life my everything.I cant forget her(sob)” And he starts weaping like a baby.

Now I know it sounds sad and broken but he deserved it and honestly I fealt like giving him a punch on his face. Anyways lookin at a guy crying is looking like a puss filled wart on somebody’s face explode…completely gross…

So yesterday night was the most boring night of my life….