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Hola dear reader,
Thanks for clicking another link that brought you to this "article".

Of late I've noticed that my Blog posts have been kinda goey and emotional. Having said that, I acknowledge the fact and do not intend to change that for the foreseeable future. (Insert Smug looking face here)

There comes a time every year in a student's life where things seem to change. The change might be small, unnoticeable, some might not even feel the winds of change, but for some of us who do, it's a time of (for lack of a better word) uncertainty.

Uncertainty about the future, about friends from the present going away, and about life in general. The holidays don't really help much. All that time not spent immersed watching TV shows and movies goes into wondering how life would be different when those close to you move away, and some "new" ones come in, or is it just me?

However it may be, the future holds the potential to surprise us with new acquaintances and those who stayed in touch. Obviously, that's accompanied by the bitter truth that most people will drift away, only with a few "Hello"s and "Ssup"s in passing(sorry for sounding like a texting aficionado, I can assure you I AM NOT).

The scene may look gloomy and depressing to those who stop reading at this point. For the happy/optimistic (your call) take, read on!

The happy angle is that you meet new people.(read "period")

It may be scary, it may be weird, but you are meeting new people, and that has infinite potential. I've probably said (read typed) it before that these new ones might just end up being you "goto" people (pardon my slightly nerdy language).

Plus, the old ones who stay connected, even by that 12 A.M birthday wish, or the occasional phone call (or video chat, to each his own), will be the ones who'll be there for you.Always.(emphasis)

So to those who are going away (for jobs, education, trouble with the mafia or other miscellaneous reasons) - have amazing lives ahead, but let them be riddled with little pangs of nostalgia (Yes, you need to stay in touch). Buena suerte :D

Ending on a happy note.
Shine on!

Some More

Hello dear reader,
Thanks for tuning in (hopefully more than once)

This blog post is directed towards the power of doing things together. We often start our ventures alone, wanting fame (?) and the infinite glory (??) it brings. But in the midst of quenching our very human thirst for recognition, we forget a very important thing - having people to share it with.

I was recently part of a team organising an event, and mind you, I played a really small part. Everyone worked and worked and finally, we pulled it off.

What's so great about it?
Well, we had a lot of pitfalls. A. LOT.

But somewhere between not sleeping and consoling one another about the success of the event, I realised something really awesome.
I realised the beauty of knowing and trusting people. I realised how the big-scary obstacles turn into small, easy things, when you trust others and do your bit.

Talking about the event some more, I was a fresh recruit to the team (duh?), meaning I knew no one other than a single friend. I met new people, learnt new skills, made new friends. Everything was going better than expected.

At one point, this specific event was almost cancelled. Obviously it left all the people I was working (read enjoying) with heartbroken. But again, as the greats have said, sharing one's anguish diminishes it. We all talked each other through it, hoping and wishing for the best and it finally happened. We pulled up our socks and got back to work, knowing we had to do a lot more than before. Again, the spirit of the collective triumphed :D

A lot of times our nervousness got the better of us, but knowing that there were others, others we trusted, made it all very easy.

As I said (read wrote) in my last blog post (I'm being overconfident and assuming you've read it) we keep adding more instances to the class "our people" (pardon my slightly geeky language), we make ourselves slightly more comfortable, slightly more secure.

So coming to the title of this blog post, have some more people to share your life with. Put out some more chairs next to yours. Share your pizza with a few more, because at the end of the day, you'll thank God for them.

Keep shining :D

Our People.

Hello, dear reader!
Yet another wrong click has landed you here!
Nevertheless, read on.

Now this is not an entry talking about how amazing and awesome the Indian people are (Which they absolutely are), but it's about something a little smaller, and on a personal level, slightly more significant.

If you've ever stepped out into the world and interacted with people (Kudos to those who haven't), you know that the human population lives in groups.

When I was in school, they were broadly divided into the geeks, the sports-walas (or jocks, as many years of watching TV has told me), the 'different ones' and lest I forget the popular kids(pun definitely intended). Mixing with other groups was common, contrary to what the numerous TV shows I watched said, but yes there was some truth to it. However hard you tried (or didn't, in my case) you would invariably be close to people from your own clique.

I know it all sounds very dark and "chains-and-shackles"-y, but its not. The truth, in my humble opinion, is that we are all very happy in our own little worlds. No one (at least no one I know) has ever said "I wish I was friends with that guy/girl". And so, we live on in our own different versions of the same world, living and learning together with 'our People'.

Who exactly are 'our People'? We all have different definitions. I won't pretend to know the human mind, but I guess all of us have someone to rely on in our darkest hour.

College presented new opportunities for getting to know people. New people, new opportunities.
Many were instant clicks, many an acquired taste. But all in all, I found more of my people, and they added one to theirs.

It's a long road ahead, and I hope I can find more - whom I can call 'my People'.

Shine on!

Apartheid in a different shade...(Well not really)

Hello dear reader!
I'm so glad you stumbled onto this page.

Now this isn't a "hate" article, but just my take on the state of things. I personally think that people tend to discriminate on the basis of a person's branch. To preface this, I need to state that I'm in an engineering college - NSIT and my major is Biotechnology.

Now, I have personally felt that some people (Please focus on "Some") will immediately change their tone and style of talking once they find out that I'm pursuing one of the "lowly" fields of engineering (their opinion, not mine). Please don't mind guys, but I think you are on dope. I have received many-a lectures on how "the field has no future" or the more common "Oh! you couldn't crack the PMT??!?" by many "well-wishers".

But a lot of people I know, who are crazy enough to have no such problems hanging out with a BT wala. They'll look at the person underneath the tag and try to know them. To them, I tip my proverbial hat!

I'm speaking (read writing) from my own experience, but I'm sure this happens to others as well.

So my humble advice is, don't judge a book by its cover (or any other cliche you can think of) and give people a chance. And believe me, they will surprise you :)

Let the Cape in you shine, always :D

Resurrected

So I'm writing a blog entry after a really long time. So readers (if there are any) pardon my desi-mixed-with-poor-american-sitcom-influenced English.

Some of you may be wondering why this entry is called "Resurrected". Well, it's just how I feel right now. I'll tell you a little bit about myself before I start ranting. I'm a second semester (Won't be a fresher for much long :D ) student at NSIT, Delhi. My major is Biotechnology (I can imagine how your expression has changed :P ) and I like it (Change expression to skeptical).

Now, talking about being resurrected. I had started leading a very indolent lifestyle, one which made me think that doing anything (Apart from sleeping, eating and the occasional staring matches with my textbooks) will disturb the delicate equilibrium of my perfectly balanced world. In a word, I'd become lazy. Don't get me wrong, these were mixed with bouts of over enthusiasm about studying for the mid semester exams or some oh-so-awesome quiz, but these instances were numbered.

How did I get out of the rut, you ask? Simple. A three lettered word -MUM. I don't give my mother enough credit, her tried and tested techniques of getting me off the couch and back on my feet worked. These age old practices have passed down from generations and yes, they show results. So I had to sit through some dinners in awkward silence, endure a few hours of lecturing and have my ass handed to me infront of a few relatives. But these things work!!

So yes, I have been resurrected and will keep posting more blog entries to annoy my readers (read "reader").

Also, as the link to this blog suggests, I will try to bring forth the things that bother me about the system and hope against hope that something positive will come out of it. And, this isn't a bitchy blog, so I'm not gonna complain about "that girl who wears too much make-up" or the "guy who smells".
I'll try to keep it as relevant as possible.

So let the Cape in you Shine!