I think its time..!

Hello fellows. This post is not funny, insulting, witty or even amusing in any sense of the word. So unless you know me personally, there is no point in reading this post.

Seriously, I am not kidding. Move along!!

I have been thinking about writing this post for a long now.

For those who have stuck around, this is not your typical end of the year blog post. It is an epilogue for this blog. I had fun, hope you did too.

This year will always be special. This year I had some amazing experiences: kicking iron post instead of football, having my tooth removed under anaesthesia that didn't work well, getting special treatment from lecturers, forgetting how to concentrate, following lost luggage into another town and stuff like that.

But it was the year when my life took a new turn and I began growing out of my shell; I gained confidence like I never thought I could, found courage I never knew I had, made new friends, met wonderful people, and realized life is much more than novels and movies. It is only when you open yourself to new things that you began to discover yourself, and in that discovery lies the truth of your existence. I cannot say that I have found myself, but I am closer than ever before, and there is no doubt about that.

The whole essence of this year could be put into one world: experiment. And it all started with a road trip back home.

It was January and I was returning from Chandigarh after publicity for INCOGNITO2010, my friends dropping me off at Ludhiana on their way back to jalandhar. We were four guys and one girl in the car, gossiping about nothing in particular. Now one thing you would have noticed with me sitting in there is that I don't gossip. Trust me, I don't mean to show the national time-pass of our country any disrespect, but I used to find it boring and pointless. I had my small circle of friends and we used to discuss everything on earth but other people's life. That was me back then, calm, reticent and inconspicuous, living my quiet life and letting other live theirs.

Anyway, the topics of the discussion kept changing and suddenly we were talking about the "hottest gals in college". Surprisingly for me, it was the liveliest of all topics, and each guy mentioned at least 3 gals on whom everyone else had something to add. Everyone but me, that is. I just sat there, listening to it all, trying and failing to keep track of the names. And at that moment I realized I was missing something; I didn't know if it was important or not, but I knew there was only one way to find out. After leaving the car, I walked the long way home, thinking how I feel about this, and reached to the conclusion that I have no way of knowing how it feels to know and be known by people. And I thought it’s something worth trying. Hence the experiment.

Fast forward to December. I was a part of the incognito team and class representative for the placement cell. I knew what was going on in the campus and for most part was involved in it. This blog was appreciated. And thanks to my new haircut, the number of friends on facebook increased from 70 to 250. I was living a life entirely different from what I was used to and it was a strange feeling. The fact that I was involved with more people gave me confidence in a way I could never have imagined. But inspite of all this, something was amiss. I had started living for people and reached a state of mind where opinions of others mattered to me more than my own. And it was when I was called a hypocrite that I realized I could no longer live like this. But I had a responsibility I had to fulfil. As student convener it was my duty to see that things to smoothly. The realization that for many of us our egos mattered more than the success of the event, and the fact that I was hated because I wanted to involve more people in the process of making decisions and make individuals accountable for their action did come as a shock. Some people just hated transparency, and I am ignorant to the art of deception. So I decided to leave INCOGNITO think-tank couple of weeks ago on moral grounds. The people I left behind are more than capable of organizing the fest I wish them luck, because we all know they are gonna need it.

After a due course of time, everything comes to an end. For me, it was a wonderful year, and an amazing experience. But unfortunately, it’s time to end it. 

Thank you people for bearing with me. Especially Anurag for getting me a domain and Simar for accompanying me in my sinister scheme of making helpless people follow it. Thank you Sahil and Mishal for encouraging me and the cute cse gal for giving me thumbs up on publishing one of the post involving her. In fact, I would like to thank whole civil department; it was because of you that I avoided classed and ended up doing all those crazy things.

Thank you everyone. God bless.

It’s the incognito insider signing off for the last time.

Good bye, Good luck. 

A Mess Waiting to be Cleared.

Hello readers, i am in deep shit and i can't get out of it. How are you?

To my new readers- you are probably reading this bcoz you are sick of me asking you whether you've read my blog: don't worry, you are not alone! Half the college is going through the same thing. One junior hopped to the men's room to avoid me- stupid kid, should have used ladies's room, where i couldn't have followed him!!

Don't blame it all on me; no one ever said that i am good at anything before i started this blog. Then came the people who'd say they liked my blog but won't follow it for some reasons! And, to top it all, some of you went to Ishan Sharma to compliment him on his blog!! Wake up people, I am not Ishan Sharma. When Ishan Sharma dances, people clap. When Eshan Kanwar dances, God weeps and it rains (i call it rain dance- for more info click here). So i am hunting for people who follow this blog, and if my quest proves to be futile, i might stop this altogether. On the brighter side, i won't bug you guys anymore.

Its hard to make people read something, but its even harder to make them laugh. One needs to have a crazy story to begin with. Luckily, i have such a story- i call it my life. Some of it is written on the right side of you screen, rest will be revealed later in appropriately censored parts.

The Incognito think-tank is looking for a new logo- the footprints will be replaced as soon as we find something appropriate- and no body parts this time! If you have some idea, draw it, take a picture of it and mail it to me-i'll make sure it gets to the design team. Wait a sec, do we have a design team? Never mind, i'll keep your design safe and won't try to pass them on as my own, i promise;)

Since we had nothing else to do, i joined edc and cdc. Now i m addicted to exemption. And Chautani mam is eagerly awaiting my return to the classes. I'll have my last will ready before i enter her class next time. The others teachers seem just happy to get rid of me. They would have kicked me out anyway.

While the entrepreneurship Development cell is a race against deadlines, the placement cell, now renamed Career Development Cell recently made me overcome one of my deepest fear- the fear of public speaking. Here's the story-

Scene 1: the summery;

I was late for a meeting, and i missed the most part of an announcement asking for volunteers. As i went in and looked around, i saw a cute Cse girl with her hand raised. So.... i raised my hand too, oblivious to the fact that it involved stage handling.

Scene 2: the life changing sentence;

Cute gal: You wanna start?

Me: aa..ummm..aa..

Cute gal: You okey?

Me: yes, i m just nervous. i have never faced a mike before.

Cute gal: Ohh.. Dont worry, i'll handle the start, u just finish it. Okey?

Me: aa...ummm..aa..

Cute gal: Don't worry, you'll be fine.

Me(visibly shaking): okk..

Cute gal(on mike): Good morning to...blah blah blah....

She went on for a while, then stepped back, waiting for me to take the mike.. i hesitated.. She gave me a stare, her smile intact.. the whole convention hall was looking at me.. Bhalla Sir raised an eye brow.. i nudged her.. she wouldn't move.. i couldn't breathe..

And then, precisely at that moment, when time seemed to have stopped and the only sound was the deafening beating of my heart, when my knees felt like giving up, when a single step seemed an unconquerable feat, i stepped up to the mike and said the sentence that would change my life forever:

"I request Bhalla Sir to please come on stage"

And everything disappeared. All the fear, the nervousness vanished, leaving behind a tranquility and an contentment of having achieved something. A simple sentence, you would say. Not for me.

Nowadays, i find each day of mine to be a learning experience. So even though my friend's car window was smashed today with my laptop inside it (mysteriously,it wasn't stolen), even though i am way behind on most of my subjects, even though i couldn't think of anything to write when i started this post, even though i have too much on my plate right now, i still look back at the last few months and see the things i have learned, friends i have made, people i have met- and it all seems worth it.

I'll write lighter next time. Tonight, i just had to tell tell someone how i feel right now. Thank you.

Enjoy every mess you'r a part of.. And don't forget to follow me if you like any of my posts..

Cheers..!!

On How the Meaning of "Lesson Learned" Changes After Exams

I hate to quote someone. Anyone. And i hate starting MY blog post with somebody else's words, because at some point in my life(i am sure), i had the exact same thought, but nobody quotes ME. Therefore, i had to write something before i start, otherwise my post would have looked like this-

"..blah blah blah....follow the omens...blah blah blah.."

-Paulo Coelho, in "The Alchemist"

Well friends, its time i take a cue and implement those words(fyi, i am already doing great with the blah blah part: not so good with the part in between though). Now, what better omen to start with than MSTs result.

Unsurprisingly, i flunked 5 out of 6 of the tests. But, i also scored 22 out of 30 in T.E. So, the omen unambiguously says that i suck at EE, DCS, DSS, SA and CMWM rock at Transportation Engineering! Now comes the the next question- what am i gonna do about it? Every big project has a small beginning, and i have decided to start my project from our college. All i need is some space, and since our collage is running short of that, i have decided to tamper with the road leading up to girls hostel. (what are you gonna do about it? strike? good luck!)

That is my long term goal; right now i cant help feeling sorry about all those people who feel sorry about my result(reciprocating a sentiment comes naturally to me)-i feel sorry my parents, my close friends, my acquaintances, facebook friends, but most of all, i feel sorry for the two unsuspecting people in the obscure town of Phillaur who have been receiving my results' report card sent by my collage to my home address,which i filled out wrongly(yeah, i think that far ahead) at the time of admissions.

Meanwhile, my heart goes out to those poor soul who suffered a waterless day at the hostel: i can not(don't wanna) imagine the stink discomfort you guys went through.

As for the think-tank, we are thinking about expanding. I told them i got a head start as i have already put on a few kilos in last few weeks, but they said it won't count!

We have already discussed the shortcomings of the last events, and feel we are better prepared for the next one. Hope you are reading the official incognito blog as well. I'll have a post there as well, as soon as they let me.

Got lots to do, and so little time..

Its the incognito insider, signing off..

Till next time.. cheers..!!

with AHBHIYANTA2010 behind me, and MSTs ahead

Some girl told me that she liked my blog and i was so happy that i started the rain dance. You know the rain dance? It looks something like this-(i m the one in white, the snap is from INCOGNITO 2010,the rain dance failed that time )

This time, however, the rain dance was successful: now half the pakistan is flooded and its an international crisis..!(my life is a series of weather reports gone wrong- for details read my facebook bio).

So, India sent 20 million dollers and i sent an apology letter to pakistan. But being smart, i sent it anonymously, and i sent a copy to the chief of the army in case he decides to take over the country before my letter reaches there. And i stopped blogging for a while. But now that the rain's stopped, it looks safe for my next adventure.

All this time, i have been busy asking people if they have read my blog! I even asked the shopkeeper down the road, and ended up giving up a half an hour lecture on the uses of internet and how to download..umm...stuff. The only question he had was if one needs to know English? Then i just paid him and went home.

Meanwhile, this incognito insider played pivotal role in the success of ABHIANTA 2010. i helped aalisha find her phone, served tea and samosas to the chief guest, sneaked out some ranging rods from survey lab to put up the poster and (among other similar things) conducted the CADD test. It was fun because no one had any idea that it was going on, so i called my friends sleeping at home and lured them into the CG lab on the pretext of getting attendance.

The civil dept. spent the largest amount, and i alone am responsible for one third. I went to ask HOD to ask if he could get us second and third lecture off and he convinced me to hold a painting competition- it cost us a lot and the winners are yet to receive the prize. I told them their painting was prize-less, but they didn't find the pun funny! And we still didn't get the lectures off.

All jokes aside, our HOD is a nice guy. I m sure you'll like him, unless you see him jogging: THAT might give you nightmares. And he happens to be the person i admire the most in the institute. He's an absolute novelty.

I gotta go, MSTs are lurking just round the corner(that means the day 36 hours from now). I apologize to those who had inconveniences due to my rain dance; sorry, couldn't control it! i'll c ya during the MSTs. Good luck, especially to fellow think-tank members- i know how desperately need it.

later..

Its unofficial! things are getting stranger..

The official incognito blog was launched today, and i would give you the link as soon as i find it. Incognito is a big phenomenon, and being a part of it is privilege, and as with every perk there's always a responsibility. But there's not denying that we get out share of fun. This blog is about an ordinary guy stepping up and finding weird things on an average basis. This is about me making sense of the chaos that is taking forever to get sorted.

By the way, i feel i should do one of those disclaimer things they do before a really bad movie of serial(i am not sure what are the rules for sucky blogs though), so here goes:

Everything you are going to read may or may not have taken place inside or outside the mind of a tortured DAVIET student who spends his classes thinking football and cheerleaders. This blog is not to be trusted even at gunpoint(like the blog, the gun's probably a dud too). If you find objectionable material here, do not be distressed: go to bean-o-mania, get a cold burger and put an end to your miserable life(whoever says free advice never hurts anyone should read this).

That being said, i must clear why i am here: It is my pride and pleasure to announce that the only reason i am here is because i read somewhere that there's an award called "The blogs that Sucks" and i want to win it more than Inder wants to top my class! sorry, you don"t know Inder, my bad!

Anyways, i hope you don't report me to anyone, coz you know an impo(r)tant member of faculty said i am not supposed to make people laugh(did he mention "in the class" or like "ever"? i don't remember!)

Hope you don't read this. And i am telling you beforehand that i will NOT refund the time you lose by reading this.

Till next time. Cheers!!