India -'Fighting the odds'

'India -a Superpower' or is it?Me and my friends keep debating on this (for all of those who think its gross,think about it we r the future of our country so we some obligations),so where was i most people believe that india is on the verge of becoming a superpower after the so infamously famous nuclear deal being put into terms,well i m not of the view,I would just start of with a simple question 'How do you define a Superpower?'.I think the whole problem lies with the definition which has been set up by the so domineering US.
India at present is at stage where it is developing and underdeveloping at the same place,and even if we keep development aside,India is doing enough fighting out the yet so many trojans and viruses like cross border terrorism,religion disparities,terrorist bombings(killing the innocence out of common man) and much more.Yet india surves and comes over it but yet fallin to its knees once,the whole question is why cant india stop all this for once,why cant it punish the punishable for once,why cant it be like the United states of Domination(ohh i meant America)?,well i have a somewhat debatable answer ,its just because we arent a SUPERPOWER yet,and we would never be one until each every indian realizes the importance of being indian and more than that tries his/her best to make india the india that our ancestors had fought for.

India would always atay the same until we indians think of bringing a change,we could take example from mangal pandey and company who brought the change unless which india would had stayed under slavery forever.
I am not an extremist or something but still only extreme steps could make india,the india of ou dreams or more appropriately the india of GANDHI ji's dream,well with this till next time,be indian and help it be a Superpower in whatever small way you can,
Well Then ALOHA!!!

The College of my dreams(well or is it)

The day has arrived,its time for the result(of various engineering entrance examinations{god knows how many}) ,its the time when students (aspiring for engineering streams-as if its not obvious,just taking precautions for a tubelight)find it really hard to sleep.This is the time when students dream about something like 'What if'(remember my second post).Well this period came along running after me to,i still remember the night i spent before the results for AIEEE(well we'll ask the abbreviation from our juniors,so just let it,manh ill sure rag)were to be announced,yea so where was i,i was thinking about my dream colleges and what could college life possibly be,well i had a blue print about them,and now you'll ask how,the answer is simple,manh someone has to watch these masaaledaar hindi bollywood movies or the so spicy made hollywood movies,well i was too a victim (one among millions) of the yet so popular visual media.(Alright enough of crap).


The picture that i made of any college (from these hyped up english movies) was such,let me describe it, the student will have freedom like an infant has nappy on him(basically i meant all the time)and studies ceased to exist and they were more like a barber for a Sardar for the students(hey no personal issues,i mean i am cool as long they are cool with it,its not as in i have a sardar friend and i often mistake him for a girl{obviously when his hair are fully open,i mean duh},there is absolutely nothing (or may be)like that,so..)so where was i,and girls would be like those just out fresh from some beauty pageant(well does anybody care whether it is Miss World or Miss Universe,i mean for someone like me all of them are angels)and they'll be just walking around with some hunk(possibily me,hell its my dream)around the college campus(you call this exaggeration {from bollywood directors,not mentioning hollywood cause there you have a different story all together},i mean you can just send a 12th pass kid (i m presuming this)to mental asylum ,i mean once he gets into college,and gets to know what the real college world is around india(all this is strictly pointed at engineering colleges,other colleges,i have just two words from you 'YOU ROCK'),crap is building up again,well on with post)so where was i ,yea then the infrastructure,well you can imagine it yourself.

So these were things that i was dreaming of,to make it short,results are out,i got a good(i mean possibly) rank,chose my dream college,NIT warangal,and rest is history.My dream college wasnt what dreams are about(i m sure of that).I mean i got stuck up in this place where you have people who are painted dark black(with emphasis on the word 'dark')so that they could not be seen in the night(Oh god!!but why?),and food,well you eat sambhar (and stuff,rest is a mess secret,frankly i dont want to disappoint my 'to be' juniors)as if it is the only served food in the world.
Well i think i should stop here,i mean i dont want my juniors to be disappointed big time,well you can decide for yourself,but yea i have saved something for the end(which might bring a smile to your face 'junior(s)'),what i learnt here is,'College isnt about the cool girls(well i didnt comment on the girls in our college,gosh i am witty{remember its my post so}),cool infrastructure or anything,its about you and how you pass these years,i mean as we say in our college"YOU ARE EITHER A FRUSTU OR A FUNDO,THERE IS NO WALL SEPERATING THEM".well i am off,till my next blog,hell ya.......

What If ?!?!?

Well the other day i was going about thinking nothing with the wandering mind that i have,and suddenly something struck me"What if i was Sachin Tendulkar",and then came the long array of thoughts of how life would be his way(call it a waste of time or what),and the other minute i was kinda thinking"What if i was George bush",well these questions keep creeping my mind.On another thought i feel i m just one among the millions,i mean statistically speaking 79% of the time of the day,people just spend dreaming(trust me on this, i got it from google).Well talking about this,why do people dream about something like this,but you know what,(i mean youll surely be knowing this ),that most of the times people dream just about something like this as in 'What if i top my board exams' or 'What if katrina kaif proposes me' or something(pretty much like that old indica advertisement,the only thing was the nerdy guy was kinda boasting,but hell katrina deserves it, doesnt she) Exploring more on this i mean i had lots and lots of queries about this,i mean is this worthwhile or is it just a waste of time.Well it couldnt be more palatable that whatever you do or whatever you say,you cant stop thinking about something like this.
Well why cant people just grow up and know who they are,rather then think about someone they are not,well i know i sound absurd,i mean i know i aint the right guy to be illuminating on all this but hell,someone has to do it after all.But yea these kinda dreams could surely bug you to do a little better and be like someone you want to be(well i still support the word 'individuality'and 'everyone {or rather every child is special like the thing in "Taare Zameen Par''-'gawd Aamir could make films,hell of a movie haan,well i am getting distracted again} is special thingie'(duuhhhh people remember bodmas{something mathematical),apply it here, if you cant i suggest you just watch this new hindi sitcom'Kya aap Paanchvi Pass Se Tez hain')).Ohk enough of crap i still am confused whether these dreams are worth something or not.Well i think ill remain confused for life,but yea i have hell of a time dreaming about something like this,and ill keep wasting(or even utilizing,well maybe)time on this for the rest of my life.well then hell ya till mah next blog.well dont forget,you still owe me a comment,so keep readin and keep commenting...........

Once upon a time...................

My first blog ever...............well it kinda feels a bit absurd.............i mean a screw up like me blogging..........well i think everything happens for a reason..............well somehow i cant find one for dis..........all hell with the intro shit...........lets start blogging.............well after giving hell of a headache to myself on what to blog..............i finally thought i blog on a conversation i had with my uncle recently......

Well the other day,I was kinda havin a discussion with my uncle about things way boring then you people can digest.................when out of a sudden he suggested to tell me my family history..................and i thought manh.."Why the damn didnt i sleep yesterday and now ill be sleepin the whole story".........well like the screwup i am i encouraged him to start the thingie with a yawn............well i think he didnt notice so he started his saga.............well it turned out to be somethin different.................

So for the first part i got to know i m actually a Rajput..............well dunno whether to be happy about it or not........so ill just get the story started...............well my great great............count it to 7 times........father Mr. Hari Singh.........was a rajput.............and you know what he used to fight in those so called Gulli-Danda wars......i mean wars with just no outcome............but yea he used to fight it out for some king........(bet he was some fat dumbass who never used to come out of his throne and let others fight for his kingdom............while he sits and has fun)................well back with the story so this great great.......u know how many times...........father.............was a soldier in dis so called rajput army and were posted somewhere in jammu and kashmir...................well you had these muslims who were regularly taking hold of there land and my great........(well this seriously is bugging me off)..........father and his grand army lost to these pathans...............and they kept my great........(ufffffff..........)father...........as one of the prisoners...........and as he had to eat food provided by a muslim...........his hierarchical status in society rolled down one step.........(This was some kinda weird regulation put up by some saints who called themselves the medium to god...........>even though they were more of medium to hell)...........well its getting way long so ill betta cut off manh...............so this way he turned into a 'Mahajan' .......and made wat i prefer to call my dynasty.................well after all this..........i mean after he was relieved from the prison...........he couldnt join the army anymore(as i told you as the story goes.............he's no longer a rajput.....)so he came to this place churmunda(well its basically now in pakistan..........near a place called sialkot...or something....)............and he still had loads of loads of money with him.........so he started what we now call the mahajani business..............i mean the business of money lending..............and as time went by my ancestors grew wealthier and wealthier.................and now my great great grandfather(finally some relief)..................well for his introduction.................he was born in the same village..................and i forgot his name(well i mentioned it already......i m a screup)..........so got into this sugar extracting factory and all....................and then started some chocolate factory...................and that was kinda blossoming............and then for the heck of it we had the partition.......damn partition...........no damn jinnah...............and everything had to be left behind............and now i am what i am........................so the thing is i could have been some multimillionaire...............i mean i could have been where cadbury is right now.................but damn jinnah................the man was too jealous of my could be success............well i forgive him.............i mean he's dead............so why take a risk with a wandering soul..........so hell this is my first blog....................i know its damn long........but yea damn you people do criticize it..........ohk..............well sayonara for now.........and yea hope you read the entire thing.....so den.........till my next blog...................