Clustered Cerebellum

Let’s see, this one might be a little controversial, but what the heck. J This one is about how true an Indian are you. Does not mean to be right or wrong, just an opinion. Here we go, You are at a traffic signal, you are at the 3 rd or the 4 th row of the stop, the lights turn green and the moment it turns green you start honking to glory as if you are the only one who is in a hurry or the only one who wants to move. If you do that you are a true Indian. You like going to a pub and flirt around with girls, talk about them whether she is looking at you and stuff. You look at a girl and say check her out man to your friend, but at the same time you will not take your sister to a pub, super; you are a true Indian. You talk about individualism, freedom of expression, freedom of choice and what not but end up getting married to a person of your parent’s choice, god damn, you are a true Indian. You are at a movie hall, you read the message which says “please switch off

Oh yes, I have not been blogging for some time. My last post was on the 25th of september 2008, hope I am right. Many people say, that's pathetic for a blogger. Sure it is. So, what do I write now? Well, there are almost a million topics to write about. Which one do I choose? Anyways, here we go. I wake up in the morning and raise my weary hair (oh this one is from Bon Jovi) and I am greeted by death as I pick up the newspaper. Some movie star undergoes an operation and its a frontpage item. Someone blames someone else for something. Robbery news are printed with such precision possibly inviting another few to commit the crime. Murders are reported in detail that you feel like damn, can that happen? Sports page is nothing but cricket and the nation is mad about this game. The business does not look that good either. Recession (the man made situation for money crunch) is breathing down everyone's neck. Layoffs everywhere, cost cutting. The tissues papers have vanished from

"Time does not wait for anyone." Heard that a million times. Exageration? May be or may be not. "I dont have time for it now." Heard that a thousand times. I am sure about that. "I dont know how to manage my time?" Ah, this one, heard a couple of hundred times. "I dont know how you find time to blog when you have so many other stuff to do?" Heard that about ten times or so. Now, this is more confusing than the first 3 statements. My simple explanation is "I take out some time to write something. Now, thats not that bad. It makes me relax a bit and get back to my work. But a lot of us have different opinions about the way others work. The reality is, if you keep blogging regularly and something goes wrong with your main work, then the explanation that will follow is; "You keep blogging, thats why your work went wrong". As simple as that. So, what to do? Keep blogging and find time to blog.

Old story, new writing. “Guys, teacher’s day is coming up and we got to organise the event”, screamed Gautham. Yeah man, was the answer that everyone else echoed. That was 26th August 1995, the school: Manipur Public School, place of conversation: The canteen. Now, we were in the 12th standard, our last year of school, never thought of leaving this school in the last 12 years but this was our last year. 16 of us had made it to the 12th year in the same school. A bunch of die hard school lovers. We had the best and the worst amongst us. The best in studies was with us as well the worst. We were friends and we were the seniormost in the school. It was OUR school and we could do anything that we wanted. Be it anything, from ragging new comers to bunking class to organising events, the 16 of us handled everything. So, it was time for us to continue the school tradition of having the seniormost students in the school organise the teacher’s day event. This event is the biggest one. I still r