"Help me Google" you wont? fine, "HELP ME GANDHI..".

This is my story and the story of a thousand other guys in engineering colleges in India....

For the last 8 months, I have been looking for an opportunity to intern in a good software company so that I can build up my C.V a little and make it look better than the lack luster 2 loaves of dry bread. And I searched high and low, really high and really low but to my utter disappointment, I have miserably failed...

I pray to God every single night to get me a good internship but God is busy, real busy... so maybe he wont listen. Well, I am not really too religious or anything but I do pray at least once a day, and I don't enjoy being blasphemous. And then it struck me, Gandhi... the father could help me out.

Even the goddamn college did nothing to give me a chance to fulfill this dream of mine. List after list appeared on various notice boards but none of them was good enough for me. Or maybe I wasn't good enough for them because of my marks.I had just one choice left - for you to guess....! I sat down that night determined to find an intern for myself. I switched on the laptop, put on some AC/DC and opened MOZILLA... I hit enter to be catapulted into the magic realm of the most surfed website in the world...And lo! Behold the magic of Sergei and Page, but it was useless magic ... in an instant I was drowning in the pool of blue entries on a white web page with ads all over it. For the good of this godforsaken world, is Google an advertising fucking' agency or what???? I ended up with nothing concrete, just crazy intern positions which needed tons of form filling up to do and no good at the end. Some were even as bad as the " you have won $5555 in our contest" kinda sites... I kept trying but finally after 3 hours of grueling battle against left clicks and new tabs, I gave up. The disappointment in me now rose to higher levels than the water levels in our hostel bathroom sinks that have bad drainage( u know, the ones where the water never goes down, so its like a tub, yuk!!! ) and I was sure I would commit suicide if I did not succeed with this. Time was running out and the air was heavy with tension. I was using all of my brain power to figure out a way to this...

The next day, I went out to our T&P officer ( which seemed to be an unexplored option for me till date) and had a heart warming talk with him about my training fiasco and what he could do for me. He spoke of a great many opportunities in places and lands I had never heard of but he was really being abstract as hell and would never even mention the name of any person there to who I could apply. He was clearly showing me the door and wasn't a least bit interested in what I had to say. the sorry moron did not even ask me to sit down. And I kept watching him surf on orkut and hit profiles of unknown girls while he talked to me in his non nonchalant voice without even looking at me. " I will taaaaake KARE of your traininggg. Do NOT worriiii! "
But I had slyly premeditated to use the power vested in us by our great father of the nation and well, I sure am glad I did. So, I just pulled out that green note out from my brown wallet and waved it in the air. Mr X leap t into the air like a crazy alligator and downed it in the blink of an eye and within moments of the Great Gandhi appearing out of my pocket and disappearing into the black void (which I think is an accurate description of Mr X's pant pocket) , I was doing an intern at TCS, Kolkata for the summer... I was awed by the power of his image on that 1000 rupee note. It proves that he definitely is the father of this new nation called INDIA... and its not really a honest India is it?? I sound like a hypocrite but I am not one... I got out of there as fast as I could and celebrated the occasion with some of my friends at the expense of a few more bald men going out of my wallet, but it was worth it!!! Thats it... its over... Tell me if you like the story . just post a comment... I would appreciate it.

ALL HAIL GANDHI.. he lives on in our pockets... I mean the money dude!!!


NOTE - I am writing this in a really bad frame of mind at 3 am in the morning so excuse my language. But anyways, I am not really Gandhi or anything, I do use a few expletives in class too... Hell every one does!

p.s: no relation to real life if you are trying to figure out this shit...

The new poem that i wrote...

Nothing New

I wake up, still sleepy, to my dreadful alarm,
The bed is welcoming, the sheets so warm,
I know I’d love to go back but I can’t,
Clichéd it may be but, “Life is not always about what you want…”

So I do my chores and say my prayers,
I watch TV, appreciate those players,
But in my mind, I know there s nothing to do,
I am tired of this life, of so much ado…

I just eat and drink and sleep,
The nothingness and lull makes me weep,
I just wish I was back in the crowd (My bloody College),
It would be heaven, I would be so proud…

Too much serenity is a dose of pain,
My days seem to while away in vain,
The daily routine so fuckin’ empty,
I want to do something a lil’ naughty…

I sit and wait at the window in dismay,
“Should I turn on the TV and … , Nay”,
Life is so boring and jaded,
All the color and melody faded…

Time and time again I pace,
Up and down, like u rightly guess,
My mind is clean like a slate,
Hope of activity and adventure, not too great…

The uproar within is so hard to repress,
The clot of inaction is really dense,
This time is lost and it is getting dark,
It is sad to know, Coz’ we all want it BACK!!!...

So the birds return at the end of a tired day,
I just wish I had a way,
To fill my life with work and feats,
Move around and exercise my wits…


Alas I get my lone respite,
The lucid calmness in the night,
When most sleep and those who work are few,
I loathe this life with Nothing New…

A poem for vocab maniacs

CLOSURE OF A DULCET MASQUERADE

Oh how my hopes are wasted with,
The setting of the sun,
As the sky inhales its sapphire light,
So my tumult has begun…


Then how my Lady Somnolence,
Comes to hold my shattered hand,
I will not hear the Spartan’s fife,
As I fall asleep tonight…


The haunting, pale darkness,
The eye of the curmudgeon wanders,
Through a stoic abeyant void,
Psyche’s wicked colloid...


The silence holds not sanity,
Just a concave minded wretch,
Yet, quiescence is a comfort,
To me a forlorn derelict...


Specters dance on withered fences,
While hindsight draws me hither into the trenches,
For only there can I see my shattered
Hand, betwixt with moonlight braids…


The solacing joint betrays its breath,
Elemental senses no longer employed,
Palpitating marbled chamber dies,
Thoughts of privation engulf my mind…


The bleeding heart of excruciating misery,
Will be a part of everlasting memory,
Within the twilight garden grim,
The petals of crimson sway…


Learn all the ways there are to die,
Rumination of the act,
Await the tears to call me home,
I hear my own silent drone…



My mind is like my sorrows now,
I will never dream again, I vow,
A glimpse of what I used to be,
Blurs the line of reality…

Left Pavement Warlords - An Introduction

Faces of beautiful women, with scarlet lips and murderous smiles, a large castle full of majestic paintings of the Victorian age, a jar with lot of whiskey in it, cold zephyr tearing through the old oaks, and a tall thin guy clad in a black led Zeppelin T-shirt, (sounds totally out of place, we all must agree!), are just some glimpses of the berserk dreams that inhabit my brain at nights when I try to sleep on the ramshackle bed in my room at hall-1, which closely resembles the old shed where John Wilkes Booth spent his last night trying to hide from the furious Americans whose last soul of equality he took away. I hope you know who the hell I am talking about when I talk about John and if you don’t you may just as well count the number of the words in this really long line instead of counting poor old sheep and go off to sleep…




p.s – If this worries you, then please take heed that I am not here to overwhelm you. I am just another of your kind who is stuck up in a place that his mind never wants to be in. I just want to let my imagination run free (which, by the way seems to be my only freedom) and rest assure all of you, that if you do the same, you can complete this very sentence yourself… (Without copying from your neighbor like you always do!!)

p.s – I presume I am most likely to be forgiven for my Amazonian sentences. This is purely a matter of habit.


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