There’s always something that can blow up inside any chemistry lab , now the funny thing is when all you are attracted to is that stuff that will blow up. That , is me .

I love searching for the stuff that ca do something scary because I love the rush of adrenaline flowing through my system and flooding my brain making it impossible to think clearly . Its been one of my drugs for sure . So the beginning to this desire was in tenth when it was suggested we steal , no that is far too harsh; ‘borrow’ the sodium so that we could perform our own clever little experiment where we would be putting it into water and watching it blow. I was literally shivering with excitement at the thought of gazing at that massive( as I thought ) explosion . There were obviously no thoughts for the dangers , ‘who cares? ‘ we all thought .

A questionable plan was initiated : one would distract the guard while another rushed inside and used the stolen key to open the cupboard and steal the ‘Na’. I was the one given with this dubious task . So I pull out this can which I had seen was the sodium just in the morning . We all quickly run back to our building ensuring no one suspects but constantly feeling that everyone knew what we had done and we’d be caught immediately . I hid the glass bottle inside some bushes to the back of a wall so that no one would on accident happen to chance across it .

Later during a free period , we rushed to or prize, picked up the bottle and ran to our chosen spot for this brilliant experiment with a large bottle of water. All the ‘apparatus required’ were within our grasp and God , had we waited a long time for this moment . We gather around the treasured bottle in a circle which I reverently hold in my hand and twist the cap open with the other .

A gasp of disappointment echoed through the still , quiet forest . I had stolen Zinc instead of what we actually required-what a waste of our efforts . My eyes had let me down yet again , and all my friends were preparing to bombard me with a string of insults when we were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a teacher , and being where we shouldn’t be , we considered running but gave up on that possibility and stood awaiting the expected .

After being dragged to the Principal’s office we were given a stern lecture for being where we should never had gone . Luckily we were given only a small punishment since our lame excuse of us following a lizard achieved the necessary – an escape from the dreaded office .

The Zinc bottle was never recovered for I had dropped it in the forest to appear to be completely innocent, which was a very easy task for me at the time . It’s only now that I always look guilty simply because everyone’s perceptions are coloured by the kind of person that I now am . I was far too sensible back then . Except for a few incidents . Like this one .

Musical Voices

Turns out that the female voice is processed in a part of the male brain that is responsible for analysing the music you listen to . This can clearly explain why you would be more attracted to a girl who has a wonderful voice than one who doesn’t because everyone has some level of appreciation of music , just the amount they care varies . This is why I love psychology and the study of the brain , it helps clearly elucidate facts that we generally take for granted .

In turn this can be a proof against how men wouldn’t like women to smoke since that ruins their voices and listening to a harsh voice and processing it in the same place that has melody passing through it could be a pain.

How to be happy ?

This is not a self-help article , this is a very selfish , self retrospective , externally critical article ,which could very easily offend you considerably. If , like me , you have a weak psyche , I advise against proceeding further . For the , uh , strong hearted ( whatever that means, because how well your heart pumps blood hardly affects how well you can handle what I’m going to write) we shall forge ahead on a path never before established. I’m not sure what has altered my consciousness the most , the downright destruction of my academic standing or all the hanging around people who laugh at ‘he CAME’ jokes. Its a surprise to me,myself, that a weak thing like me , filled with squishy things manages to get up every morning , and breaks out into a smile when it sees the sun.

First of all , I’m homesick . I miss you Bangalore , all your restaurants and everything else.I’d never ever thought I’d be forced to admit that to myself , albeit everyone else. Food somehow tops my list of things I really really want more of . I don’t mean some forgettable food I gulp down to survive, I mean , food that makes me feel like I’m on cloud 9 , like there’s nothing better , an indescribable high. I need to go to more restaurants . I want to experience a place which gives me food that’s a feast for all the senses , flavourful and aromatic , and looking better than the most beautiful girl(kind of shows you where I rate what on my list of important things ) .

And then its over. And you wonder the sensibility in buying another 1000 rupee dish . Now this is what I don’t want , I don’t want to be sensible. With a world filled with critics and idiots (hard to differentiate) it’s very tough to explain you don’t want to be sensible . Nature is a mean mean female , forcing you to behave however it seems right to her , without letting you really design things in your own fashion . It’s impossible to break out from under her clutches, its like denying your very humanity , something I would love to do . As I already mentioned, I am NOT ‘gaga’ about humanity and the way things work in society.

‘A life unexamined is a life not worth living’- Socrates . So examine and re-examine until you are satisfied with how things stand , YOU, and not someone else should be satisfied.

My last and final way to be happy is the most (well to my friends it would seems so at least) senseless. I want to study . Its the simplest way I’ll feel more happy , nothing can possibly raise my spirit  the way knowing more can make me feel . That was why my 12th was so jubilant despite the obvious consequences from all the exams .
I sincerely hope all this works . No one’s saying that you cant screw up your life, you have the sole right to do so , but remember that when you retrospect after 20 years , you might not feel so satisfied. So do what feels good now , and what WILL , even after 20 years .

Beyond The Summer

School ended in january , boards in march and all my college entrance exams by may 10th … Ever since then I’ve been as free as can be and I’ve made full use of that very freedom . Played, went out, slept …slept some more ..and in the end joined BITS goa 🙂

I came here on 28th of july to register myself and get a hostel room. The train ride was fine, though since it starts in the afternoon it was pretty boring for quite a while . We reached Goa very very early in the morning and immediately took a taxi to BITS , by now I’d already met some 3 or 4 people headed here . Once we stepped onto campus, it was a question of reality, I could barely believe how beautiful the campus is. We ended up being unceremmoniously dropped wit our bags in front of the Sports Activity Centre (SAC),  since the taxi driver refused to wait another hour for my hostel room to get allotted. It was now just 6:40 … till 7:30 i was joblessly using the wifi in the sac to access facebook before people finally began to come there .

A word about the campus , its around 180 acres I think , with lush greenery and great hostel rooms. Just behind the campus is the Zuari River and from my room I’m afforded a beautiful view of it . It can rain constantly at times and can be unashamedly sunny the very next day. The basketball courts are pretty well maintained and the foootball courts even more so . A bad thing is that I can see the B’ball court very very clearly from my second floor room so if theres anyone playing I have an imediate urge to join them . The library is huge, i saw racks and racks, though i have a strong feeling wen i actually need some book it wont be available, and theres the computer centre next to it from where I’m typing out this obscenely long blog 😛 ).. Oh and theres a medical centre too, which i had the sad misfortune of needing to visit the very second day i was on campus.

Once allotted the room I had to lug my baggage up two floors of the AH7 hostel ..whoo …very tiring ..then go eat …over the next two days my room was organized and cleaned, now I’m so used to it i can practically call it home …ALMOST though , not completely … There are two messes and according to me they both serve better than decent food so i have absolutely no complaints as yet .. I thought id be eating coloured porridge daily , so i was rather surprised …

There is a small and kinda well stocked shopping complex which has a restaurant as well ( i frequented it within a week of coming here , and wat can i say , it was better than the mess food at least 😀 )… it even has a bookshop ..

i’m tired out of writing , and surprisingly ive touched 500 words, those of u who reached reading this far , i truly commend u , caus i myself would probabaly not have had the patience 😀 ..oh and thank u too 😉

An unforgettable trip…an unbelievable experience…

”This is going to be too easy “, I thought. The most significant challenge one can face is holding strong in the face of possible death.

Karan’s birthday treat to all his friends was to take us camping. We’d gone to the outskirts of Bangalore for a two-day camping trip. Part of the trip was a trek to the top of a small hill near the area we were camping.

I’ve always enjoyed trekking simply for the beautiful views from the peak. I don’t mind going to extremes for this purpose. I love looking at the world from a higher vantage point- to look at what I see linearly in 3D and for its entirety.

We left early in the morning around seven and took sandwiches with us to have on the trek up for breakfast. We carried with us a big two-litre water bottle that we thought would be sufficient for the entire trek.  A local guided the trek, warning us early on, that there were leopards in the area. Then he told us that they normally didn’t hunt during the day. All six of us there heaved a sigh of relief! As I realized, we were yet to learn many things from the trek.

While trekking uphill, we had fun trying to locate a peacock whose call we could hear clearly. That wily peacock eluded us despite our concerted efforts. There were thorn plants nearly every inch of the way, which we had trouble avoiding; and our clothes kept getting caught in it.

Several places uphill, sheer rock faces made us feel we were doing professional rock climbing. Besides a few scratches from thorns, we were all safe and still energetic after reaching the summit of the climb. At the peak, the view was exhilarating. I could see the hills all around abounding with greenery.

We were all so excited on reaching the top that we continued without really keeping a track of where we were headed. Inevitably, we got lost. We didn’t remember the path we had followed and neither did our ‘trusted’ guide. The surroundings gave us no clue in discerning the path we had come by.

Our guide looked for a new path down and checked the surrounding areas, until he found one that didn’t seem particularly dangerous. We followed that path down.

Expecting no problems in trekking, we had not equipped ourselves with safety harnesses. The first part of the path involved sliding down a steep rock face. The only thing that ensured our safe landing was the friction between our jeans and the rock. I was terrified but felt excited, as I could see the drop into a thick thorn forest just beyond the rock face and I feared that my momentum would carry me too far. I was slightly overweight and  this place seemed to be rooting out the unfit. But physics meant that the smarter person was also fitter. I ensured that on my way down I kept my velocity to a minimum and achieved maximum friction by keeping my body pressed against the rock surface. Though it was life-threatening, it gave me a  feeling of excitement and exhilaration. I knew I wouldn’t let anything happen to me.

I had the strength to hold on. I arrived at the bottom of it feeling thoroughly proud of myself and thinking that I could go home now. The ‘happy ending’ was still a long way to come. After navigating a few steep curves and drops we found ourselves in the middle of the thick thorn forest.

The thorn forest wasn’t at all sympathetic to our plight, and kept scratching us as we went further down the hill. Many of us got cuts and bites as well. In some places we were forced to nearly break the plants partially to make our way through. Our only source of direction was the feeling that we were headed down an incline. In the meantime we faced a new predicament as someone had finished up the water and it didn’t look like we were any closer to civilization than before. We moved on unhindered- there were bigger things to worry about.

After over an hour of getting scratched, cut, bitten and tripped by the tree roots, we made it into a slightly more open area. Our dismay was acute; we were still,miles away from our campsite. There was nothing to be done but to move on and I lead the way in the general direction of our camp while our guide kept looking for simpler paths. I tried to look for trails that had fewer plants and trees with thorns. Taking a stick, I proceeded to hack down plants that blocked our way.

It had now been over four hours since we had left the camp and we were all dehydrated and feared that one of us would faint. At an opportune time we found a plant with edible berries , we ate them with a ferocity unmatched in even the most primal animals. Times of stress always bring out the survival instincts inherent in all humans.

After another hour of charting our own way through the forest, we came out into a field which was close to our campsite. A yell of sheer, unadulterated joy reached till the heavens. Those of us with a little energy to spare, ran for the safety of civilization. Five hours and twenty minutes after we started the trek, we returned to the camp. One of my friends admitted to finishing the water but all of us were too relieved to do or say anything to him.

The feeling I had, was one of joy, love for life and a desire to develop my physical strength. Luckily all of us were brave enough and had the strength to go through all those tough paths. We are all primitive to the extent of animals when our survival instincts come to the fore. It is only the strong who can hold on to their sophistication in such dire times. While I hadn’t fallen prey to becoming entirely ‘primitive’, I had also not held to my sophistication as, if I had I might not have been in the situation in the first place!

This happened in tenth and till date I have constantly got a feeling of sheer exhilaration on thinking about it…

The Open 10K Run

A beautiful day and an even better event awaited me on the morning of May 31st. The Sunfeast Open Run, for bangaloreans and true athletes occurred that day.I had deemed myself fit enough to participate in the Open 10 where i had to run 10 km .

Just thinking about it excited me to no end.So , to build up my stamina i ran, on an average , 3 km daily.On several days i even managed to run 8 km without breaking a sweat ( figuratively,literally i just meant that i didnt faint after returning home … 😀 ). By the time the last Sunday of May faced me,i felt fairly confident i could run the entire 10k.

On race-day,me and mum set out fairly early,hoping to be one of the early birds who caught a parking spot . The run began at 8:10 and i hoped to be at the starting line by 8:00,jumping around and getting warmed up. But it was not to be as we spent an enormous amount off time searching for a place to park .Every road seemed to be blocked off , and to make it worse we had a booked parking spot at UB city, which was in the middle of where the run was to take place.My mother finally decided to drop me off at the nearest point to the starting point and hunt for a parking spot solo .

I ended up reaching the enclosement from which you had to go to the starting line, at 8:10.I decided not to waste any more time and bolted over the fence which seperated me from the starting line.A truly unique way to start a run i must say ! Because of which i gave myself a thigh cramp(which i didnt realise at all at the time) which lasted a week, wasted a lot of energy and damaged my phone simultaneously.I started the run at 8:22. I met up with guys from the previous batches of NHVPS whom i knew but i didnt meet them again until the end of the run.

At the outset i had to keep elbowing past people so that i could keep up my speed , in the process i lost a considerable amount of energy.I think this and the fence-hopping were the two factors which prevented me from running the whole 10 kilometres. Until around 5 km the adrenaline coursing through my body, my compettitive spirit,the music playing at full volume in my ears and built up stamina kept me going at a berserk pace.But then i had to slow down after the 5k mark and even walk for a few hundred metres. After that i ended up walking then subsequently wasting the energy built up from the walking by spring. I continued this ‘modus operandi’ for a while before settling a slow jog till the 9k mark. After which i used every ounce of energy left in me to run the last kilometer.Along the way the participants were provided with glucose water, which turned out to be life-savers since you really need to stay hydrated on such a run.

I completed the run in just under 51 minutes . I recieved refreshments from the run crew and was reunted with the nhvps guys. After receiving my participation certificat i spent the rest of the day in bliss at my completion of the run.However my exertions caught up with me at the end of the day and i was exhausted. I slept through the evening and felt better only by mmorning….

On the whole, the run was exciting and truly exhilarating.It was one of the high points of my lfe till date… 🙂

Turnin 17 …

I’ve finally turned 17…Yay !!

But then i wonder what there is to actually rejoice about..Hav i accomplished something great in life …Hav i changed the world in some way…That i can actually be happy that another year of my life is spent..Well ok…At the very least in another year i can vote and drive a car …But anything else ?…Nothin…For some reason , on a day i should be celebratin…i see no reason to do so…I still will of course…

But i feel like an insignificant speck among 6 billion people who has just spent another year of his life on Earth..

A bit too philosophical i guess…But i cant help but retrospect on what good things have happened in my life … I got potty trained… 😀 …I learned to walk..I learned to ride a tricycle and how to bang into a pole by not trying to aim for it (ouch ! …that must’ve hurt..thankfully i dont remember it)….I got my first scar by falling off a chair…I attempted a getaway on my dad’s scooter ( 😀 ) and ended up breaking my ankle for my trouble…When i was 7 i experienced the delights of a cordless phone , i walked around on the street outside talkin on it … i was so proud that my dad could buy such stuff in the US…..I saw the ‘modern,developed world’ when i went to the US to join my dad there wen i was 8..I found out that Anirudh should be pronounced “Aaneeru”..I visited different places in the US and enjoyed my time there before it was cut short since my dad was transferred back to India…Then i joined DPS …And realised that my tummy had a couple of extra inches on it… I guess i sorta had fun in DPS…not the whole time but some of it at least…I made some great friends there too…

Then…I finally did something that got me recognised by people…Quite a few people at least…I got 96% in my tenth board and everyone said that was really good and i was verry verry full of myself….Of course 11th blew that balloon…For 11th i joined national hill view public school…and for all its formalities and discipline and procedure it turned out to be a really good school…My whole class really welcomed me with open arms and hearts…Thanks to all of u guys 🙂 … I loved my first year in the school and hopefully made a difference somewhere and somehow or the other ended up the vice captain too…Probably the worst one the school’ll ever have…But i’ll leave my mark somehow…

Now..This year is supposed to be the most important year of anyone’s school lives..Maybe i’ll do some good in it..

I guess i’ve had a pretty fun life and i’ll make sure nothing ever makes it ‘un’fun !!

Long time…No Write :D

Its been a long time since i last blogged and it feels good to finally be doing it again.Yea,@whoever bothers to read any of my blogs…none of u has bothered givin me any ideas of how to spend my holidays..I’m diasappointed 😦 …. Anyway the end of the school year was pretty uneventful…And one of the few changes was that a new person was now givin the commands in assembly…Who else but Apoorva,our school captain…Just an innocent observation : shes definitely the shortest school captain our school has ever had ! :)… (And ever since i said – wen we were introduced to the school- “I’ll do anything she doesn’t “…i’ve been haunted by those words..ugh… I’m expected to do anythin she doesnt which pretty much sums up to me askin Princy to give us more Games periods !)

So then in the last month of school ,our teachers tried to drain out all the work that they could from us before we got a chance to rejuvenate in the holidays..Though that rejuvenation has not looked like its gonna happen at all now that i’m in the middle of the hols.Every week we were pounded wit test after test, and becaus of it school grew really tiring after just a few days of twelfth.Our new classroom is a nice change,though i initially liked it only for the view it afforded me from the window … And we have a great class teacher now – Anita ma’am,no offence to Pamela ma’am but after a month with Anita ma’am as our class teacher i definitely like her way more.

Our holidays started on April 10th..and i didnt even attend the last day of school because i was sick.I had fever through the last week of school and i didnt get to wish anyone a sarcastic “Happy Holidays”..Well that pretty much meant that i had a slight extension to my holidays ..Like it really made a difference since all i did was eat and sleep..and listen to music.And for me it wasn’t really like the summer vacation at all since BASE had already restarted and now i really had to get serious …i guess i am…Way more serious about getting into IIT than i was last year…I’ve been trying to postpone the inevitable by not yet having started studying for the IITJEE , everyone says its necessary to start a year before the exam or u cant manage a good rank…

My holidays actually had a pretty good beginning wit me meeting up wit my DPS friends , we went out and watched Fast and the Furious 4.The best part was that it was ‘A’ rated ( god knows why though) and yet, all i had to say was that i had passed my 2nd PU board and they let me through..Haha…Kinda proves i am still a teenager since i get highs from doing such lame things…A few days later i met up wit Vineet and we had a good time for a day…I had my first base test of second year a few days back and did well so right now i’m feeling rather full of myself . I dono wen that balloon is gonna be punctured..Thats it for now..I think i’ll put up a review of Fast and the furious 4 for the hec of it …Soon…

The end of an eventful 11th…

Eleventh standard has ended , well not until i get my report card on March 2nd but in my head its ended anyway. Woo hoo !!

Yea so then..on seventh, i think, we held a farewell party for the twelfths.That was pretty fun..We had them running all over school on an ‘amazing race ‘ kind of game then we sat in a small orchard kinda place in front of school and just had some fun..It was pretty good..

They were blessed on Valentine’s day along with the tenths on the annual blessing ceremony of school,Aashirvachan.They were given mementoes and had to light a lamp each.Then the new captain was chosen…and pretty much all of had predicted who it was …Apoorva !(yay…go apoorva !!:)).And in a strange quirk of fate they decided to name me the vice captain of school…Now this was actually a surprise..Anyway after the programme we had a tearful  parting… I didn’t know most of the twelfths very well except Pavana, so, besides her, there’s nobody i’ll miss particularly..But one thing’s for sure they were a great batch …I barely knew the tenths so i cant comment on them..

The school with all exams ..were relatively boring..There was loads to study and yet i couldn’t resist watching TV for at least 3 hours everyday…The exams went well for me at least ..though i did mess up maths a bit ..but no problem a new year is starting and all these exams are officially of the past ( again , only in my head ,caus they aren’t actually ‘of the past’ till i get my marks).Right now i’m feeling bored in a short vacation our school decided to give before what could be the worst year of my ,as yet,short life …I dont no wat to do these hols(except play b’ball) so anybody with any ideas pls tell me…

My Holidays – Dasera Oct 2007

Not too eventful . . . But really fun . . These holidays were to be used for studying . . but as is my way i wasn’t able to make full use of the free time i got . . . The first week of the holidays i spent whiling away my rime in front of tv , a book or the comp occasionally . . . I have my base exam after another two weeks and i was supposed to be preparing for it . And there’s another exam next month for a scholarship. . . So all my work is piling up . . . oh . . and theres a quiz sometime after two weeks . . . my only consolation was that i did pretty well at my first semester exams . . not great but i at least got a 98 in maths which is 1 less than my board marks . . same in english . . . 1 less than my board marks that is . . . In the first week i was able to spend loads of time with my mom so that was great . We went and watched the movie “Rock on ” at inox and she bought me new basketball shoes . . . something i’ve always wanted even though these look a bit too formal . . . And i walked the 8 kilometers to my grandmoms house since i was feelings a little bored and jobless . I wasted and enjoyed that day , spending it with my cousin brother and his dog . . . Then on Sunday i went out with my friends . . . finally . . . i thought we’d never manage to go anywhere . We watched “Kidnap” at the newly opened garuda in jayanagar and had lunch at the pizza hut there . . . We spent some time at Apoorva’s house . . . troubling her mom to run home from her grandparents house . . . then me , Vineet and sanchita left there by 5:30 and i ran some 4 kilometers home (yay!) . The rest of the week i sqeezed in some studying , completed most of my holiday homework and went to school on Friday . And that was the end of my holidays . . . . The end