Random thoughts..

Is it that you need to fight always... or is swallowing the pride an option??

Is it that you need to compete... or is losing an option??

Is it that you need to do everything right... or is guilt an option??

Is it that you need to survive somehow always... or is death an option??

P.S. I am not depressed, just to clarify.

Brickbats are welcomed...

Bus bahut ho gaya.. I am into one of my cribbing modes today.. have to vent out my anger yaar..
Okay, I have not blogged since long.. and this are not nice blog netiquettes to greet thodhe bahut readers that I have with a cribbing post after such a long time.. But there is a lot more to be done on my part to attain that Brahman stage where everything seems nice.. So till that time , Crib it will be :p

So, onto my cribbing.. I was co-ordinating shifting of the girls of my college from one hostel block to another.. I know I have that managing ppl.. and leading them “kidha” (insect) in me, so just couldn’t sit down and let things happen.. I took the charge and was helping/coordinating the girls..
Now girls as they are.. oops.. most of the girls as they are ( before some of my friends start pulling my leg) just lack some basic level of common sense plus are never decent when they have to interact with people of their own sex. And because of that, I had to bear the brunt of their angst and fury if they encountered any problem in shifting.. Imagine, a person having around 3 years of exp in industry coming down at me saying that her ac remote has been stolen.. Common man, am I responsible for something being stolen from your room. You have the room keys with you, you let your room open.. but it was my responsibility .. good.. I am helping you out guys and if you lost it.. we can sort it out.. but coming down and shouting for this.. I already feel sad for whoever her husband would be..
Then there was this girl who came to me and asked for the keys for her room just as I was eating something in the cafeteria.. Oh yes.. I am supposed to carry all the room keys to cafeteria .. Its like keys would value add to the taste of the food.. girl, give me a break.. at least let me have my cup of tea.. I asked her to meet me in hostel and she doesn’t turn up take the key.. Oops .. was it like she expected me to come to cafeteria with her keys and give her the keys there?.. leave it chalo…
One girl had a broken key ring, the implication of which was that by seeing the key, you couldn’t tell which room it belonged to.. I asked the girls who had given me that key so that I can mark it with designated room no. No response.. I then tallied for all the keys for all the rooms and after half an hour came to know of the room for that key.. When I asked the occupant of the room about it.. She was like .. Oops.. I forgot.. Oops my foot!!

Okay .. some of you would now be like.. Been there done that.. Whats new in it.. everybody faces such kind of issues.. and its really irritating to read somebody doling out crap about some crappy people.. what the hell .. I don’t even give a shit if there r some ppl like that..

Brickbats are welcomed.. Infact I need one of them to bang my head against them.. Coz I am going crazy living with the shit around me..

P.S Hoping to have a thought provoking.. or humorous, lively post next time.. pakka..
BTW, I know I’ll still help those girls.. and not all are bad.. Some are Saatvik.. Some are Raajsik.. and I am the sheep lion ;) .. no I am the loon.. talking such crazy stuff..

Confusions Cornucopia

My life is full of confusions and self doubts right now [ what a pathetic way to start a blog post!! hmff ]
Na sachi.. I am not in my senses or so it seems with the way I am shaping up my life..
My dad is looking for Mr right for me.. and he is trying very hard to find the perfect one.. But every single person he comes up with and discusses with me.. I never seem satisfied.. I want him to try harder and find the best..

Now this is what is bothering me.. I want him to find the best while all my life when I had to do something for myself , I had settled for mediocrity instead of trying harder..
I settled for a mediocrity when I decided to join a State college instead of preparing for IIT..
I settled for mediocrity when I took up this Quality job when I know how much more I am capable of doing..
I settled for mediocrity.. I didnt try much..

and now when my father is trying for me.. I dont want to settle for mediocrity... When I was responsible for my own actions, Mediocrity was fine but when it is somebody else , It has to be the best!!

Have i stooped that low?? To expect from others what i am myself unable to achieve?

I dont want to marry .. not now.. but seeing so much efforts my dad is making, I dont want to him to be worried and troubled over all this... I am not sure if the next guy he brings, whether I would say yes and let him be relieved of all the tensions.. I dont know what am I going to do..
Uff .. so much confusions!!