trichy meri jaan

every day is a new quest,not for knowledge but for survival..
to NIT, Trichy, a place where subsistence is a privilege...

the day starts and ends with the search of food...
those at the lower strata of food chain have resources
 at their disposal,
only the king needs to hunt...
but what are we here???
not more than the base of the food chain...
but still you need to walk or rather stride through rocky
tracks to get your breakfast,
if you wish to...
even for thinking of eating in morning through the tedious
path gets the thought out of your mind...
then due to unavailability of any night food court
 most of the nocturnals have to sleep hungry...
nowadays it has become an order...

How about walking a mile to drink water??
m not living in a desert but still many a time
water is not there...
water is there for watering garden, but not for
students to drink or bathe...

and six hours a day power cut...its a dark dark world...
for studying during exam make-shift camps are
provided by authority...
this is not just all....
unavailabilty of net in hostel rooms, poor boys to girl ratio,
the tropical sun,........

to add  more salt to burn we have the normal dept. panga's ..
but i guess that happens anywhere...
but the burnt level is third degree if anybody happens to be ece...
and to add red chilli to burn, we have the slowing economy...
i bet its the worst time to be in here...

one thing you surely learn here is act of survival.....


the next morning is a new day...

I believe

is this the end of the road or the start of unknown....

sometimes signs of survival are not there...

sometimes the outcome of the event doesn't matters...

sometimes the fear of loosing doesn't exists...

even after debacle there is calmness all over...

is it the sign of restoration after violent storm, or a sign of defeat...

i survived because i believed...

and i will survive because i believe..

AFter-eFFects and RaTz

reader: are you nuts?
me: why?
reader: how can you frame so much crap{wicketless}?
me: sorry my lady, its not at all crap...its the pragmatic view of our world...
reader: to hell with it...
me: how many chapters have you gone through?
reader: gadsby2, my first love.
me:okay.
reader: gadsby was a novel without "E"?
me: yes.
reader:that was a good read.but first love literally gave me head-ache.
me: why?
reader: thought you will name someone but at the end you made a dumbass of the readers. thats not the way great writer writes. like a king they never displease their subjects.
me: neither i am a great writer nor a king. i write because i want to write.
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reader: whats up with you these days?
me: nothing. joined CAT tuitions.
reader: so you also joined the rat race....
me: hmmm...
reader: well don't you think we have been rats since a long....
me: i saw jaane tu...recently only...and moreover i didn't find any common connection between jai singh rathod and commoners.
reader: shut up...i meant from starting only we have been taught not to win but be a rat...only the fittest survives...
me:what?
reader: we are not even rats but some blind rodents...we are taught to run after something and we have to fetch it...firstly to excel in school, then in board exams, then competitive exams, then jobs...the chain continues...how many people really question themselves, what they are doing is what they like...they just run in the rat race...thouasands wanted to be engineers before they tested the water, but how many now after going through 2-3 years really want to be engineer...most regret they are on the wrong side...
me: count me in the list!!
reader: the world is a big jungle habitated by blind rodents everyone following the wrong trail...gifted leaders are in some other line, and some bastards sobs are in politics, who are perfect for running laundries...gifted people are lost in the crowd...
me: is this the ROCK-ON effect...
reader: no the wicketless effect....a pragmatic view of the world...
me: **** *.
reader:hehhe...whats yr next topic...m really awaiting it...
me: may be you....may be this cha(a)t...