Mediocrity vs Ambitions.

Now,even before I start my blog,I know there would be loud cries of indignation from different quarters of the mature adult world when they read this.They would comment on the kiddish,idealistic tendencies that I have.

Now,let's see,what the status quo is,in this country of this debate(No,it is not one sided as you might think.)Educated parents around here,send their kid to some expensive school.They force them to sit and study.

And in the end,the kid has only two choices really

1)Engineering.

2)Medicine.

If he is not good enough,he gets bundled off to some arts or literature college,which is supposedly not that great.

Did anybody ask the kid anything?

No.

And,from the very first day,he lands up here,a carrot is tied in front of him and he is made to run somebody else's race.And,when he falls,he gets ignored which means,his entire life is spent around in catching up so that he would get some attention.So that, he won't be looked down upon.

A haunting life.

But,why?A degree on top of another degree.A pack of certificates piled up one after the another,in stuffs that you don't care about.

Oh,you wanted to make an impact in this world?you wanted to become famous?your parents wanted you to become famous?rich?

Nobody including me,would assert that money doesn't matter.It does.But,then when you earn it,why don't you earn it by doing something you are passionate about?And,not something that you got pushed onto.

Around 60 years from now(if we live to see that age),we would glance back at life.Every Kodak moment would count.All the God-I-got-really-fucked-but-I-sailed-through experiences would count.When you get out of your house and when you hear that old friend(grey.frail.beaming) of yours yelling at you for another game of cricket,that would count.The high fives would count.So,would those awesome memories of bunking,yodelling and doing crazy stuff.That awesome life you lived with your sweetheart counts and the messed up disaster of relationships you have had before that would also count.

My 12^th grade(read Senior High in my country) Physics tuition teacher was the best that I had.I respect him a lot.He continually asks me to shut myself up in my college library and study day in and day out.But,one day when I visited him on my vacation,after the usual “sit-and-study-and-do-nothing-else”,he started describing his college days. He turned out to be a total wacko,who did mad stuffs at college. And,the laughter that echoed from him,when he related his college days,was what made an impression on me,not the fact that a brilliant guy was sitting there as a 12^th grade tuition teacher

And,your family?My favourite tv series would be undoubtedly Castle.There is this terrific scene in that series,where Castle shows Beckett(search Wikipedia to know who they are),a photo of him and his daughter,when she was around 3 years old.He describes how around at that age,he would make sure that at the end of each day, he would take her for a visit to the park.He continues by commenting on the fact that she has grown up and would probably assert her independence.Beckett remarks how his daughter would be asserting her independence,knowing that even if she falls,she would have her best friend(read her dad) behind her to catch hold of her.

Unimportant?Sounds gay or lame or mushy?Really,my friend?

In the end,I am throwing at you,a facebook status that I put up inspired by another comment my friend,Venu put up in his profile,

So,you have one more semester to go before some weird accident happens and you get chucked out of the world.And,you know it.How would you live that semester?rat races do not make up life:P, they seriously don't.Get your perspectives right.

Even if you end up being mediocre,I suspect in the end you wouldn't care two cahoots.

"We had joys.."

Dear whoever-cares-to-read-this-blog,

a christmas eve.a brief period of inactivity and my mind strays itself into random thoughts.three more days and I'll be leaving home for a college far away..home..Trivandrum...nearly one month ago...I set my foot here..hoping to get a respite from my college life,which honestly speaking havent meant much to me.(yeah well I had fun and as usual ended up in a potload ova shit but it did lack a finesse..the inner si...:P)I always thought college had somehow changed me.

So,when I came back home,I decided I would visit my school first and do a bit of soul searching.late evening,I took off in my honda and traversed through the empty pathways leading to my school.As usual,one thing led to the other and I was in the past rather than the present.(which being a usual case.I m quite the dreamy kind)..though, due to a lot of humps on the road..my reminscence got interrupted quite a bit.Ironically,when I finally reached my school,the guard did not let me in.He certainly did not seem to care about nostalgia or the higher things in life..I returned dejected but seeing a couple of hot chics on the pathway led onto another trail of memories..:D

the next day,I visited the school officially...as an ex-student...I entered the school after doing quite a bit of glaring at the guard..and met my teachers.a lot of chitchatting ensued.interestingly,I heard much about how school life was slowly degrading.the generation gaps were certainly widening.they must have said the same things to our seniors.:Dbut,I found myself agreeing to what I heard.you feel a glow when you are described as the end of a glorious era that had a lot of tags to it.As I walked out of the gate..I took a glance back...a thousand faces flitted through my mind...a thousand incidents...a thousand memories.the school hadn't changed of course.It was still one of those ordinary buildings with ordinary trees,ordinary gardens,an ordinary ground...a really ordinary guard...the usual noises...but the people who had lived it in for all the fourteen years of their life...they had left their imprints in the form of memories,scrawlings,lore and what not.It wasn't all bricks you know...it was alive...given life to by me,my mates and a thousand others before us.

The day after,I went to see my awesome Physics tution teacher.His influence had made a really wild kiddo study something in the last minute and get himself into one of the premier institutions in the country.Crippled with parkinson's disease since the days I have known him,his love for physics and his students remained undiminished.the enthusiasm with which he hobbled towards the shelf to take a new physics book he had bought was as the visa ads call it (the term slowly appearing after a pause)..priceless.We talked for more than two hours about things ranging frm physics to my hostel food(we are treated quite royally in our hostel...lizard n roach sushi for an instance:D).When I was dramatising about the vagaries of my college life,he cut them short..."yea right..In the end,you always pull through with that idiotic smile of yours."(I gave him a close-up 64 mm smile as a reply.)..the inner si got quite a bit ov a pull up..

The trip down the memory lane continued with me meeting up wid a lot of those idiots who mean the life to me...goin out to dinner....whacky get togethers in the zoo(ironic eh??now who would have thought of that as a reunion venue:Dcourse we always did border on the nearly insane)...simply walking together to school...chatting...talking...sharing..connecting the dots of a different life lived a lil while ago(which is a marvellous story for another blog)..twas fun...what do you call mind-glowing...

So,what was the point of this whole blog?yeah christmas eve,I sit down and write some random rambling thoughts...gee..or more cause I really awesomely missed it here and i wanted to convey it to the world.I.My college is one of the finest in India...itz a helluva fun there.But,I missed this place and I guess I missed all the people in it.

So.............................................ppl...:Dwhen's the last time when you went on a rendezvous with time?when's the last time when you let sentiments fly way over your senses?shouted your old school cheer"jeetega by jeetega..."?picked up the phone and called an old friend to whom you haven't talked for in ages?when's the last time you and your school gang got together and celebrated life for giving you a place and a bunch of people whom you could always return to when u feel crappy?go out.....act zonkers...shake your hair...click those photos together...put it on orkut and facebook...laugh together...do those old whacky things you once did....reconnect.....don't let your roots go dry as you live your mature adult life.wherever you are,whoever you become...come back:Dthere's no place like home.

PS:sentimentalistic?dewy-gooey?....oh blah...I need to let go once in a while. B)

                                                                                                                                    yours always,

                                                                                                                                             Torque.