Why is he blogging? (part-4)

The day he joined T.I.M.E, he's sure that he's gonna have a horrible TIME. But it's too late. As soon as he's offered a discount, he grabbed it up like a wily fox, but that bound him and his TIME with T.I.M.E and in a mysterious place called ahmedabad where people speak a mysterious language called gujarati. All he could do to communicate was to use the "universal language" of signs and "utter occasional sylabbles which only he understands to be hindi". Before he think of thinking about any thing, in front of him were 30 vocab questions that had to be answered in 20 minutes. He started scribbling on the paper and to his astonishment he found so many words being those he used IN HIS BLOG.
He was ..... was..... was....
He forgot words to describe his happiness. His heart forgot to beat for a moment. He stared with a blank eye, that shined in the luminicence of the tubelight as the professor went on with his wont of explaining the origin and meanings of the words. But he's already found the root's of his answers. He's found some answer to the eternal question. He thanked T.I.M.E for helping him find some answer to his "nauscetic" question if not helping him find some way to get into IIM's.

Finally he got an answer....But is that all....He thinks so....As of now he thinks that's all....But soon he's gonna realise what he had found out was not more than just a speck among a ocean of anwers.... But when is that soon going to be???

Why is he blogging? (part-3)

He had a very wild celebration the last night and the day being a saturday added to his reasons to celebrate. He returned home very late and had a disturbed sleep that night. The disco lights still flashed on his eyes prodding them. The girl in blue made him keep on dreaming about her (but she would never look back at him). He knew it, but he still dreamt with hope. Hope is all he's breathing to live.
Finally he woke up facing the reality of the world and despite a plethora of sick dreams he again looked more than happy. This time he's got the right reasons behind him. To his astonishment his blog invited a comment. He recieved the comment like a kid recieving a candy. With so much excitement he read the comment. His eyes spoke out the happiness he hid within his heart. He thought of announcing it all over saying that he's got a comment to his blog. But then he realised that it would add up to his insanity as one of his neighbor had already made into the list of top 5 bloggers. He counted the bloggers he knew till his fingers no more held the count. His happiness slowly dissolved into the depression of being one "insignificant blogger" among a myriad bloggers. He decided to remain silent. And the silence led him back to his fears. Amidst the darkest of these silences reemerged the iterative sickening question.
"Why is he blogging?"
He's sure he didn't find the answer he was googling for! Or Did he???
He doesn't think he did!! :(


Aaah! Am really scared? Where is this gonna end...
BUT, IS HE SCARED ???

Why is he blogging? (part -2)

After repeatedly reading his first part on why he's blogging, he was more than confused. He was sitting in front of the mirror trying to read his other side and resolve the confusion. Still he could not comprehend his stance about the bloggers. Whether it was love or hatred, appreciation or denounciation, something or nothing. He thought deeper and deeper till his hair started to turn grey portraying him as a "great thinker". That added to his woes of being unable to woo even a single good looking girl.
As soon as the thought of being unable to woo a girl arised in his mind, the world to him stopped for a moment.
"WAIT!", he said to himself
His face was happier than ever
His eyes were brighter than ever
His nose was sharper than ever
His ears were wider that ever
(I am aware of the fact that there were indeed some "worstest" comparisions....but they are in the right place)
The "confusing(or rather confusion) charm" that's usually associated with him seems to have desserted him.
Is it that he's creating a new trouble(wooing a girl) as a solution to his existing problems(Why is he blogging?) or is he agglomerating his woes ???
More than happier, he started celebrating
Is he celebrating for the right reasons???
You have to wait for the answers :)

Why is he blogging? (part -1)

He stared and stared and stared.... read and read and read.... blog after a blog after a blog... post after a post after a post
till his charming little eyes cud barely comprehend the difference between a d and a b, till his lousy self barely managed to sit on the chair, till his little, good for something (donno what dat something is) brain cud no more allow in a thought of those f***king bloggers.
He praised all the with great bloggers from his heart or that's what his compliment's to all above-average bloggers
He cursed himself for his inability to use even a single "good" english word despite of having repeatedly read some 2000+ english words. He loathed his ability to use english in all ways "except the way" it has to be used. He detests his roomie for using an oxford dictionary and coming up with new words which he could no more stuff up in his virus-stricken memory. He despises his "self-dabba" attitude which he could never get along with how hard he try (he never tried, thatz a different matter)
The day he writes a blog he wud be sitting on cloud9, and 9 days down the line he looks back at the same block with a deep long stare and says "what did i write?"
And then with a gloomy, grief-stricken face he shuts down his pc, slams back his chair, reaches his bed in 3 heavy steps and wallows under his warm blanket.
And the next moment all the hatred and all the blogs and bloggers are gone... where? he doesn't know... HE feels they are all gone...that's all he wanted and he gives a dams to how and where they've gone... every night he sleeps with the same feeling, and dwells into his most diversified dreams (ranging from a date with angelina jolie to reading those sickening blogs) only to wake up the next day and upon the press of the big-fat button on his laptop, he opens his blog anxiously for a comment just to realise that he had to utter his very own quote yet again... "Why am i blogging?"

ps : If it isn't clear why he is blogging, You have understood the post just the way it is meant to be... come on man, u can't expect the whole plot to be unvieled in the first scene... do you?

It's all over :-) :-(

7:05pm, b wing, da-iict :
I had a bad night out the day before and slept at 12 in the afternoon, wrapped in a good warm blanket. For some reason, i was not at ease with my sleep which usually is my best comapnion through out the day through out my life. As a wallowed lazily in my bed I heard someone knock at the door. It repeatedly kept on knocking. Usually I would give a damn to it, but as i have already said, this was not just another normal day and I am forced to open the door. there was no one out there, i scanned the corridor carefully but could spot none. In fact i knew there was nobody. It's my innerself knocking repeatedly at me foreboding evil. As i turned back i could not stop glaring at him with a blurred eye. OH MY GOD! he's gonna do it. he's fully equipped with the right equipment and is going to do it now. I cursed sagar for encouraging him into the mission. I was immeadiately on my foot. As i approached there i just stopped for a second and spotted him. It was not like "it came and it went." It took rather a lot of time, but all i could do is stare at him helpless as he went along with the operation. It was all crumbling down to the earth. uprooted from their deep foundation it all shattered into pieces and got washed away. Now, its no more the blurred vision i always had. it's clear, crystal clear i would say, his intentions are clear and the damage is already done as people glared agape with a blank eye, shocked and unable to accept the reality.
YEAH! IT'S CRYSTAL CLEAR, HE NO MORE HAD THE MUSTACHE WHICH USED TO BLOCK HIS CHARM.

the fifth gate opens at last

As i flew to my right or that's what i thought, i sensed the ball curving away from me and decided to put it all one last time. In a jiffy my subconcious mind pulled my left hand from nowhere towards the vicinity of the ball that was flying a bit slower than what what could be termed a rocket. The ball caught my left middle finger and misinterpreted my anticipation to be something else(you know wat). The ball got angry and rejected to deflect. It patted hard on my tiny finger, and the already injured finger appeared too small to bear the weight of the football championship. As I glared with a blank eye the ball gave a deathkiss to my finger, whispered slowly that itz not gonna take my middle finger and flew through the beautifully painted white poles. All at once all of them went off at once, the ball, the championship, the hope, everything... As i lay on the green grass with a tainted blue sports wear, it all happened... and the next time i found myself untieing my shoe in my room.
"If i had jumped a bit early, i would have"
"If i had moved to my right...."
"had i waited..."
"if i....."
"had i ...."
my mind suddenly started learning binaries... either it thought of if's or had's but nothing else....
i knew that it's only a matter of time to realise the goodnesses of the fifth penalty going in....
so if you wanna know it... you have to wait.[:p]

Me, Myself & Puneet

My social stand abt. this is ambivalent as i had conflicting opinions onto what ppl. thnik abt. me. I have got a whole different world when it comes to the perception of my inner-self.
I look at me as myself, someone who is not someone, but one with his own identity. However i am afraid i'd be mistaken to be some one different just for the cause "If everyone is different then no one is diffferent"
Living in this enigmatic world, I am pretty much an ambivert. Some times I feel titillated and at the pinnacle of my thoughts & at other times feel enervated & as if am hurled into an abysm.
Through the span of 18 long in my life so far I heard several adages which I find easier to remember rather to follow. I had my quota of victories and defeats amidst which i grew up learning the most important lesson of my life "Learn from ur defeats."One more aspect I feel great abt. myself is that i'm an everlearner always thirsty and enthusiastic to learn more & more in topics of my interest. I am a bit adamant in living up to the expectation and advices of others in topics i'm uninterested in.One notable bad quality of mine is i rarely heed to other's advices in my matters. As a child i won several accolades in my school days in our village. But as time passed and I grew up and got exposed to a giant competetive world i'm no longer that child pedigree i used to be. i need to work hard to cope up with the situation and come out with flying colours.
My most deared past time is my childhood and during leisure periods i like either to wallow in my bed or brainstorm myself.
I read autobiographies of several renowned personalities, but never got impressed with any just for the sake of the same age old cause of mine
"I AM MYSELF"