rm -r *.*

As always, ignore the title of the post.

Why don't you write more often?
Hmmm...I like to leave people at peace ;)

Then why do you write today?
Multiple reasons -

1. It has rained, so IIT is cooler, i am happier.
2. 6'am start today, big shift from my 1pm schedule, kinda tired.
3. Some people like jaipur more than delhi. why? i dont know
4. Next big thing is dinner at the mess!
5. writing is something i love - after driving, sleeping and IIT
6. why 3!! i still dont know
7. IIT's so good, jst coz it has two i's in the name ;)

But, are you going to write something now?
Nah! I'll do that kabhi aur, free time mein.

So, what now?
Bye

(P.S. - no matter how beautiful the :) smile is... :P is and will remain the best smiley...now common :P is the tongue, the strongest muscle in the human body, also the softest)

I am the Best!

'I need to talk', she said, in a voice that wasn't quite hers. What was alarming was the tone, it wasn't the usual one, it had an air of dominance about it. And yes, something i realized later...she said 'I need to talk' and not 'we need to talk'. It was all my fault, having spent a week to convince her to go for a morning walk, I finally succeeded...can't say if succeeded turned out to be the right word though.

'So, why are you so impressed with yourself?' sweet bomb exploded. She put it in very simple words, just like she always does. My situation was tricky. I have always had this attitude problem (it's getting reduced i am sure, i have at least started sending friend requests on social networks rather than just accepting them). Yeah, so i was sure about my (undue) arrogance. And so was she. The worst part, i could not lie to her (have tried it in the past - never worked so i gave up). Haan, so my answer!

'i don't know, maybe i am that good'

'See, that's where the problem lies...ok, tell me why?'

'Multiple reasons, can't be counting all' (shouldn't have said this)

'Multiple reasons, I know your reasons. You have run them over so many times. You think the average person around is dumb. You think 90% of drivers in Delhi can't drive properly, the politicians are all fraud, your professors can't teach, the lady over there does not know how to jog (she did look funny, but i could not risk pointing it out then), cricketers don't use their brains, policemen are corrupt, the world is full of people not doing their jobs properly...tell me this, are you perfect?

'No, i am not (wanted to say 'i am close to it'). But I have you, and you are perfect. I know you will make me perfect someday'

Flattery always works! Didn't work this time. What followed was pure disaster. Some minutes later, she was the only one speaking. I don't generally allow people to dominate arguments, but against her my situation is kind of helpless. I did manage a few haans and hmmms in between (even that was tough).

So, the talk had everything i had ever got wrong in life (again my fault, i always share everything with her, hopelessly honest). Yeah, she also said something about the way i write 'You are so complicated, it is impossible to read your stuff and you intentionally make it tough for others. Even your blog posts are so 'forcing opinions' type, no room for comments.'

It was about then that i was beginning to realize how pathetic i have been all this while.

'So, what do you suggest' (In hope of an escape, i know she can't be so cruel to me)

She laughed, the laugh I have been in love with, for i don't know how long. And then a kiss on the forehead, always works and she knows it.

'Jokes aside, you are doing fine. Just focus less on proving things to others, respect people more, and give up your 'I am the best' attitude. Why don't you try and relax in life' (Ah hun, her favorite style of explaining things to people who fly - crush the other person's confidence, bring him back to ground level where he can listen, put your point across, and then let him go again)

I knew all along i was doing fine ;)

While leaving, she concluded 'so, ankit you were right. Morning walks are not that bad'

'Yeah mom, they aren't. But I will probably sleep longer tomorrow'

Dil Se

"You cannot write an 'un'romantic post on the heart", she said. And I absolutely hate such comments from an elder cousin(call it the cousin rivalry, if you like). Ok madam, so here it is then...

THE HEART

The human heart is a mass of dense muscle that work with high efficiency. It has two arteries, two veins and four valves. The only little boring job it has is that of pumping blood in two independent circuits(one is the heart-kidney circuit and the other is our body). Without getting into a lot of biology, it is just another organ, doing what it is supposed to do.

And 4 ridiculous lines told me what she meant by 'you cannot'...

THE HEART

The human heart is the one little body part that works day in and day out, just for you. It asks no difficult questions, demands no answers, expects nothing great from you, but still stays with you, all the time. Ideal love, or very close to it. The heart beats when you are happy, it beats when you are sad. It beats, without conditions. Heart symbolizes hope, it stands for optimism. No matter what, you can always put your hand on your chest and be really sure you'll hear that same 'dhak dhak!'. Sitting in a crowded bus, you know your heart's there...sitting alone under the night sky, you know it's still there. I don't care how many valves it has, what it does or how it does it, I just love my heart.

And yes, thank you for the little challenge, never enjoyed losing so much.

1,2,3,zero

Ok, ignore the title!

Its the end of an eventful two weeks at IIT, and I finally get some time off for myself. So, I sit down to 'update' my blog.

POLTU - The politics at IIT is great fun(could not find a better word for it), however it could have been better if there was allowance for a little more sleep time, a little more of stick to your word, and a little less of the 'kicking celebrations'. Haan, so I am the secretary for Indoor Sports Club...the first and the last time I am saying it... saying ISC Secy takes less time, and I am happy for it.

ASSIGNMENTS - The most adventurous part of a CS B.Tech. No more should be said about them, lets leave it here.

DRAMA - My hukka(in iit, it stands for a course in the humanities department) finally grabbed my attention, and so did the professor. And even though, I always believed a hukka teacher can never be sharp I am happy she gave me an exception to the rule(took her 2 months though). Saurabh continues with his poor HQ(humanities quotient) and I continue to have a lot of fun talking about it.

FINALLY I found myself an explanation of why I tend to have very few close friends. Its the definition of what I call good(being so even when you know there is no one watching you) that perhaps makes it difficult for people to fit in. Amazingly, some of them still do...

Signing off, hoping to get my sleep cycle corrected (or maybe not, late nights are fun).