:)

Feeling indomitably happy.

Reconciliation.

And then there was this skit. Adhunik Mahabharat.

I was in the Chemistry lab, sniffing the little labelled bottles to glory, when Anwesha walked up to me and announced that i was in a skit. Really blunt and out of the blue sort of announcement, if you get my point.

I was almost hysterical before i wilted.

After they calmed me down, and i started talking coherently again, Tima told me that life wasnt really that bad. She even said that she would talk to "them" about letting me write the script if thats what i wanted. It took me all my brains to realise that she was trying to make me comfortable.

Srijata wrote a beautiful script which asked some very fundamental physics questions. But it was resplendent with the very, ah, questionable behaviour of the students. So it was dropped.

On the next beautiful Monday, i went to the biology tuition. Little did i expect what i wasnt supposed to expect. When i was walking out of the tuition, i ran into the aforementioned Tima who revealed that i was Judhistir and Bhaswar aka Dung aka Android(for his rather studious tendencies) was Sahadeb. We could have been knocked down with a feather.

And that was the mere beginning,folks, of the most enchanting rehearsal saga.

We did approximately 5 classes in 4 days(bunked for the teachers, in the name of rehearsals!) and practiced. At first there was this trouble with getting everyone to learn up there lines( I am telling you, we were a bunch of hopeless amateurs. Not that we are pros now, but we are slightly less amateurs). We witnessed an ego clash, a meltdown, a non cooperation movement(mini scale), we lauded Kiki's script*(and lamented our failure at acting upto it) and Roro's acting, we had a brief all fun and no work meeting in my house(chicken momo's, btw), We cried in despair- Me and Pc, specifically, we loved talking about the various ways in which we could flunk, but we didn't. Once and for all. I even noticed the princie laughing, Probir Sir-somewhat less murderous, Arijit Sir-Chuckling, Dilip Sir-oh well...

That screams success. And so, delirious with success, we, the men in punjabis and the women in sari's( petty pretty and half of them trippy) tried to squeeze 13 of ourselves in two cars. Gist is that we went to south city to celebrate success.

After coming back home, and cleansing my mind of the tit bits of delirium, I heaved a huge sigh of content.

And then came the anguished bellow.

I systematically worked out a timetable, and began working on the MCQ's.

Night after night i slept instead of working, subjecting the timetable to regrettable neglect as i am wont to do, and before i knew it, I was 7 days away from the MCQ's.

It was then that i found the diary of Adrian Mole. Written my Susan Townsend.

Its a story about a pervy kid of 15 and two third years( the kid's very particular about the two third). How he experiences the teenage blues, how he tackles the lack of people to appreciate his intellectual self, how the incompetent BBC people didnt recognise the poet in him, how everyone seemed to be impressed by his vocabulary, how he didnt know what do do with the central section of his novel which just needed to be begun and ended fittingly, How both his parents were carrying on clandestine affairs in the summer of 1983, how both of them consummated the relationship(not details here, no), resulting in two kids none of which helped Adrian's life in anyway, how his running away from home plan came to a most anticlimactic end ...and so on and so forth. It ends on a high after Adrian makes out.

A funny book, undoubtedly, but not one deserving indiscriminate adulation. I have read better.

On Friday evening, i was extremely tensed because i realised that i knew nothing of volumetric expansion or the profundity of apparent depth in Refraction. So i switched on the television to ease the knotted nerves. (nice logic, na?)

Whaddya know? I ended up watching the talented Mr. Ripley. Impressive movie! jude Law looked so darn convincing.

Saturday offered tears of the Sun after a day filled with Bio and Chemistry specific misery. It was TOO much, really. I succumbed to my mind's need. Antoine Fuqua's film depicted a rescume attempt in the midst of An African civil war in Nigeria. I really became morally conscious after watching the atrocities depicted in the film.

Sunday night. taut nerves because i find that the TMH problems are so TOTALLY beyond me. So i relented and let instincts take control. I ended up watching The Condemned. It had some action, a terrible storyline, transparent acting...in short a perfect tomato.

Needless to say(wonder why people put it just before they are saying it), all those movies did a bit of NO GOOD to my preparation.

And so, after two days of intense MCQs, talking about which is a taboo on principle, i am free to blog and thus express myself freely.

en route to home, I saw the temporary bamboo fences that they are erecting along the E.M Bypass. they do so create a pujo-pujo atmosphere, eh? Its a downright pity that we have the Half yearlies after the Pujos. But i aint complaining. I dont want it before the pujos.

Evening, maters!



*Script : Adhunik mahabharat elaborates on a scene in the Pandava abode where they are deliberating war with Durjodhon. A reporter rudely intrudes and their war dilemma makes it to the news channel-420 ghonta. In spite of the telling arguements that Judhistir(which is me) advances, they still decide on war because of a certain Dada who comes in the end and tells them that he is the ultimate authority who solves all the problems in the world. Incidentally, he was wearing an America T-shirt and the music when he entered was the Yankee doodle. Oh and yeah, Rohan was the star with the guitar.

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Says Bhaswar, "You should be a comic strip!"

I was phlattered.

While returning from Chemistry tuition, the heavens opened up. By a quirk of fate, i found an umbrella in my possession. So, armed with that i decided to walk from Hazra to Gariahat. A walk in the rain, while sniffling periodically, has its disadvantages but i love doing that.

Rohit was reasonably disturbed that Soham tried to set fire to his girlfriend. I never knew Soham used such tactics. He did not recognise the number from which the red alert sms came, his mobile being new. So he saved the number as "helper". Hey, helper, you see the irony in this?

My dad threatened that he will kidnap my guitar if i don't do well in EITHER bio OR math. As in do REALLY well. So, i am torn. Between tying him up and chloroforming him. I am open to more, lets say, subtle suggestions.

I am investigating the incipient urge that i feel to take FB quizzes. There is very little evidence to suggest that those quizzes aren't absolutely rubbish. Yet, knowing all that, i still tolerate those quizzes comfortably. Why...

this place needs a blog.

If I blog now, try as i might, i will NOT be able to prevent it from being an echo of Prat's. Homework has attained new meaning in my life. Long gone are the days when homework meant writing a page of A,B,C,D to submit to your teacher the next day...(I figure that since i am going to lament growing up, why not begin at the beginning?)

I should write about our teachers. However, I should respectfully refrain keeping in view the theory put forward by Rohan. What if there are more like Trinanjan sir? tech savvy teachers who stumble on to my blog? It might be unpleasant for me, i am forced to think, and so, i will be um, euphemistic. The feelings between us-me and the teachers- run high and low through very jittery regions, and the description might turn out to be very unfavorable for them.

I could, for instance, talk about Dilip sir and his very attractive personality. His articulation, his attitude, his...ah, i need to stop with the sarcasm. A teacher, i must remind myself.

And then, the direct antithesis of Dilip sir, Arijit Sir. I could marry that guy.

They say that school life is fun. Its not always apparent, not when we are going through what we are going through. But i guess, things after this are gonna be like, radically different. And thats not good. Cause i fear change in general. Cause I miss bad memories too.

I will stop before this blog transcends the barrier of sense.

hum drum

Yes, i have got serious problems. I am suffering incessantly from a psychological problem that is inhibiting my writing. The good news is that an unusually interesting thing happened. Theres this word "heuristic". Now, i didnt know that such a word featured in the English lexicon and also honoured the language by containing a meaning. But i learnt of the word today, and within a minute, during a critical analysis of the Schrödinger equation, the word featured in my life for a second time! Now, thats cool. Doesn't happen VERY often. Interesting thing that must be noted is that the first scenario in which i found the word was in NO way related to Chemistry.

And i must asseverate that section E is ideal. I am supremely pleased that I managed to change. I would love to write a lot about the why's and how's but i figure that i shouldn't let go completely on a blog.

:) Hurrah!

I love school.

Changing the point conspicuously,
As Rohan would agree, the word "nothing" has assumed exceptional meaning these days, hasn't it, mate? Nothing encompasses so much...It boggles you, you know. An omnipotent word that can be used to answer almost any question.

I want to read Ayn Ryand, Khaled Hosseini, Alberto Moravia, Frederick Forsyth, Alistair Maclean. Also, featuring in the second list are Pullman, Paolini, Amitava Ghosh. But Dammit, i don't have the time!

And i have an open plea to anyone sufficiently accomplished: I seriously need some help in the figuring out bit of the Schrödinger equation. peleeej, help me out. :(

School.

South Point.
Friends.
Plus Two.
Section.
Time.
Hey.

Movies.

I seem to have a thing for unusual, NOT critically acclaimed movies.I watched two films in the past week, both being unknown and lacking any sensational cast. I can guarantee that none of them are potential Oscar winners, but heck, the films were good. They are supposedly called "Martian Child" and "Sydney White and the Seven dorks." I loved both of them.

The first one-Martian Child- is a comedy drama. It revolves around the life of a strange creature and an alien.


David Gordon(John Cusack) is a popular Sci-Fi writer in the movie. His wife died when they were trying to adopt a child. Later on, Gordon decides to adopt a child called Dennis(Bobby Coleman). Dennis has an infallible belief that he is from Mars. And thats the story, really. The coming together of an adult who has his head in the clouds, being a sensational Sci-Fi writer, and Dennis, a boy who alleges that he is a Martian. Its a heartwarming movies based on the novel by the same name. Its all about the Gordon's struggles to be a parent. And Dennis's struggle to be an earthling. About How a distraught, kleptomaniac child and an adult find that at the end of it all, they do belong to someone. That "if the earth revolves around the sun at 67000 miles per hour, then we don't need to be from Mars". The movie is packed with quirky little lines that make you feel rather good on a hot summer afternoon. The film ends with one of the best lines ever.

"Every kid, when they come to the world, is just a bundle of enthusiasm and untapped potential. Aren't they just like aliens? Scared, clueless...this is how an alien learnt to love a earthly creature."

I am sure that I got it wrong, but heck, i don't care. I loved the movie!

The other one "Sydney White And the Seven Dorks" is obviously inspired by Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. However, there are no dwarfs in the movie. It is based on the college life of a young girl called Sydney White(Amanda Bynes). A college run by the a tyrannical President Of student Council, a girl called Sarah Paxton. Sydney White comes to this college as an outsider. In an effort to fit in, She tries to join a Elite group called the Kappa mumbo jumbo. (Er, it was essentially an all girls club who had "class" and "style".) However, Sydney was disillusioned about this elite group fairly fast, and she left their place after a clash with Paxton. She ended up in The Vortex(where losers are sucked in). The Vortex was something along the lines of a tumbledown shack where seven weirdos(the seven dorks) were holed up. The entire movie is centered around this group, about how Sydney stays with a bunch of unwanted guys "who have no experience with girls" are a "bit blunt", and how she makes them sociable, and ultimately unsettles the tyrannical Paxton, thereby making the college a home to all outsiders. Essentially a teen comedy, and one with liberally cliched contents, it packs in some good stuff in 2 hours. Its message: We are all dorks.



It has an interesting cast, hardly any mature performances, a very common place storyline, a happy ending and liberal amounts of the essential "spirit". Maybe thats why i liked it.

I wont recommend any of the movies if you are looking for something meaningful. However, if u have some time which needs to be spent in a non-regrettable fashion, i suggest you see them. Please don't expect to be enlightened or bowled over. Just expect to feel good at the end.