a humble appeal

Dear Readers

I have recently lost my pendrive in LT 2 during one of the practice sessions for the Diwali Night.

One of the properties of plastic is that it doesn't evaporate as a solid and as it is not there now, I can only assume someone has taken it.

I therefore humbly appeal that you return it whoever you are.

It is a black Kingston pendrive with a black and green APACER lanyard. It has a 4 gb capacity and contains all my short notes for CNS. It also contains 3 episodes of house, my pbls and 12 medical books that I had recently downloaded, along with songs for diwali night.

I am appealing that you return the pendrive or at least the files inside it. Please burn the files into a DVD and place it in my mailbox in vista komanwel B-24-5.

If you feel like returning it, please do contact me or anyone in M206

Thank you,

Sanjeet Singh (M0608136)

A last request

Dear batchmates (M206)

It has been a long arduous journey, this medical course in IMU. When i first came, i couldn't wait to leave, and now that i am leaving, the  nostalgia (no chongbing pls not again) of what has been an interesting journey tends to draw my attention. Yes i will miss IMU, and her constant mood swings as her entrances change every semester, and our Lecture times are never standardized. 

But as the curtain draws close, there is but one big occasion left. It is with great pride that I say I am a member of an M2 batch.. and M206 is just the finest M2 batch in my personal opinion. As I remember in Diwali night semester 1, many batchmates cheered us on as I remember the rapturous applause that was deafening to my ears. (neither sensory neural nor conduction). and a repeat performance was present last year. It was a truly emotional moment for me as I was committed to a dance and the drama, only to find out my paternal grandmother had passed away just 2 days before the diwali night.

(thank to sengchye and IMU for the next pic)

One year on, and in possibly our final diwali night, and occasion as IMU students, i urge you all, fellow batchmates to join us for the diwali night on nov 14. I understand it is a big ask, but let me personally entertain you guys as i play the comical role of an overprotective dad in a drama i co wrote. also we will be performing the bhangra, with Mandeep and Harkeerat among those involved. 

I humbly ask of you people to join us, and i know the organisers and people behind the diwali night are probably not the best lobbyists but i urge each and every one to come as a favour to me. I shall be indebted to you all.

thank you

and i Hope to see you there...

Sanjeet

aut viam inveniam aut faciam ( I'll either find a way or make one )

Dance of Death by Steve Harris & Janick Gers

Let me tell you a story to chill the bones
About a thing that I saw
One night wandering in the everglades
I'd one drink but no more

I was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight
Gazing up at the stars
Not aware of a presence so near to me
Watching my every move

Feeling scared and I fell to my knees
As something rushed me from the trees
Took me to an unholy place
And that is where I fell from grace

Then they summoned me over to join in with them
To the dance of the dead
Into the circle of fire I followed them
Into the middle I was led

As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear
But still I wanted to go
And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me
As I walked onto the coals

And I felt I was in a trance
And my spirit was lifted from me
And if only someone had the chance
To witness what happened to me

And I danced and I tranced and I sang with them
All had death in their eyes
Lifeless figures they were undead all of them
They had ascended from hell

As I danced with the dead
My free spirit was laughing and howling down at me
Below my undead body
Just danced the circle of dead

Until the time came to reunite us both
My spirit came back down to me
I didn't know if I was alive or dead
As the others all joined in with me

By luck then a skirmish started
And took the attention away from me
When they took their gaze from me
Was the moment that I fled

I ran like hell faster than the wind
But behind I did not glance
One thing that I did not dare
Was to look just straight ahead

When you know that your time has come around
You know you'll be prepared for it
Say your last goodbyes to everyone
Drink and say a prayer for it

When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed
And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead
When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed
And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead

To this day I guess I'll never know
Just why they let me go
But I'll never go dancing no more
'Till I dance with the dead

Not that my post has anything to do with the above, but I happened to be listening to it as i was typing this post..

Amidst the chaotic nature of my week, and no there is no ''oh shit i didn't study this week''  in this story. Chaos in my life involves actual things that matter rather than the reflection of some lecture notes that seem to have engulfed the minds of many people i meet today. A very appropriate Latin saying follows - 

parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus 

Mountains will be in labour, and an ridiculous mouse will be born 
(all that work and nothing to show for it) 

No offence to those who work hard, its just i applaud the effort, because i could never sit down and stare at some guided words whilst repeating them to myself continuously for the next hour or so. Anthony for one has always accused me of being like many others, the type that deny studying, whereas he forgets that i actually take pride in studying when I do. But then again, a wayward young soul like him would not understand. At this point in time, there is so much more to look at. 

As i embrace my very own secret garden, I'll let the butterfly of my choice in. I shall lay the most awe-striking flowers in her path and gently caress her wings as I choose to ignore the brightly coloured petals of the flora around me. Instead I choose to embed the sight of her wings, the symmetrical colours and arrangements that will be imprinted in my cortex as I embark on newer frontiers in the land of the Highlander. But in this secret garden, she'll always have a presence in my life, my comfort zone, my zen. 

One person commented my posts were getting too emotional and at points too metaphorical to understand, and my personal reply to you is that it serves as a morse code, on which everyone will read and have some understanding of, but only she will know exactly what it means. As Jimi Hendrix's The Wind Cries Mary plays on my iTunes, i take a step back to think about the smaller things in life that matter to me. A slice of Gion Kyoto bread, Some pitted prunes by my side, A bag of black-currants in my fridge and Ronnie James Dio nibbling the cage and trying to find a way out. 

Yes today i reflect on myself and I think who the hell am I kidding. I'm a lil annoyed with a few people. Mainly this joker that wears white headphones and walks with his nuts pressing against his Wrangler's. Phoney, Samsung MP3 Players don't require Ipod Headphones to work man. and most of all, buy yourself a new pair of pants. Pull them up to your waist, cos we all hate men without asses. Last but not least, if you're a fucking sissy, then stop using your bearded chin as in involucrum to cover the sequestrum that is your detrimental self esteem. 

1 down. I took a pot shot at a loudmouth today. Brainless loudmouth always seeks strength in numbers of his feeble counterparts. A pack of rats can bring down even an elephant they say. Well he managed to anger the Emu, but the Lion roars strong. As the Panther mentioned, he vocabulary was exhausted before I even got my boxing gloves on. So he left with a frown typical of one who admits defeat. To the 21 year old Emu, I got your back, don't you worry. If its a battle of wits they want, then bring on the gauntlet and watch Connor Macleod demonstrate how the flight or fight response works. I fight, you flight. And there are no 2 ways about it.

I have spoken, and my ego is now at rest. 

''I am immortal.i have inside me blood of kings. I have no rival.no man can be my equal. Take me to the future of your world.'' - Freddie Mercury ( who later died of AIDS)

Deglorification of the dogs

Follow these steps to try n read the picture above. It's quite interesting

It should say you lost the game. 

1. Hold the picture up to your nose and relax your focus.
2. Your eyes should be focused afar. Do not try to focus on the picture.
3. Slowly pull the picture away from your face, while still maintaining a distant focus.
4. Allow the picture to come into focus.
5. Repeat 1-4 until this works.

An uncanny title was chosen as I got a comment from someone. She said I lack sophistication and I seem very 'roadside' (behave like an illiterate) but when I write, i convey a different side of me. And with no malice intended to this person whatsoever, I wish to say, who in hell are you to judge my character.

Voodoo Child - As I stand up next to a mountain I chop it down with the edge of my hand...

Sanguine (those of you reading the online dictionary, i'm referring to the alternate meaning)- one who views life from a humourous point of view in any situation

Prodigy- one with immaculate talent and potential

And an age old saying goes, those who can do, those who can't teach. Some of us prefer to behave like the roaddwellers that you ostracize- God knows what they ever did to you. I do believe that there are many pseudosophisticated men and women alike that play the air of sophistication like this girl and live alight, sipping wine and commenting on the distinctive taste of the fine oak barrel it was fermented in as well as the slim neck of the glass it is kept in, not knowing that the shadow holds and the substance fades. Pseudo men, ah yes, the ones that wear Ipod's to appreciate hip-hop and R & B music, because we all know that base is heavy in headphones.

Lets set the record straight, your headphones, the minute white ones that come with your Ipod are meant for sharp higher pitched treble sounds, in which a screeching sound of a vocalist or the complicated solo's of Fear of the Dark by Iron Maiden can be appreciated. Now please don't be a bonehead and blast hip hop tunes on them and sing it aloud. God save us from the era of stupifying individuals. The sheer lack of common sense would make Thomas Payne turn in his coffin as we embrace stupidity's arrival. My 20 cents worth, grab yourselves an old fashioned boom box, the type that has a cracking base, so you can put it beside you and feel the vibrations on you laps. Not in  your ears mind you. So unless its jazz, metal, rock, pops or any other genre, please do not use an Ipod, or any other MP3 player for that matter. DJ's use the larger headphones (similar to Seng Chye's Sennheiser ones) that come equipped with its own base. 

Let me continue with the deglorifying process. So next we go on to dressing up. Anyone who knows me well enough, knows that shorts and a T-shirt is a regular get up for almost anything. Now this same person who commented, also pointed out that on a movie with her group of friends, I chose to wear shorts and so I gave them a bad impression. I apologize for the feebleness of your school of thought. ah yes, simplicity. For guys, the length of your clothing garments below the waist resemble your IQ. why didn't i think of it. And OMG if you wear sandals instead of shoes, your brain seeps out from the bottom. Don't you dare rebel against being norm! Make sure you wear FUBU jeans and a football jersey or a t shirt that says Adidas or NIKE. NO NOT PUMA.

I once again apologize to this person for making a mockery of her school of thought, but really, those of us who have brighter minds choose to live and let live. If I behave like a vagabond by the streets when I'm with my friends, so be it. Please don't attempt to pass the verdict of ''childishness'', ''immature'' and others. I never make any comments when you say ''Chunted'', or ''wahlaowei'' or ''maaFarn la''. 

and finally, remember that sophistication is not proportional to the way I carry myself when I'm with you. Rather its the way I mingle with your pseudosophisticated bunch, and still come out of it, to chastise you on my blog, in a way that you shall not understand. I know your vocabulary is as infinite as the volume capacity of a tequila shot glass, so I shall leave the link of the online dictionary here (www.dictionary.com).

And I pointed something out to Chong Bing, on monday, regarding the theme of my blog.

Fear of the dark.

''I am a man who walks alone, and I when walking a dark road, at night or strolling thru the park''

"The unknown troubles your mind, Maybe your mind is playing tricks, You sense and suddenly eyes fix on dancing shadows from behind''

I'll leave the interpretation to you:)

abusus non tollit usum

I apologize on my tardiness, it has been awhile since my last post. I was busy mourning the demise of my old laptop, Ritchie Blackmore, who served me through 4 eventful years. Even on his deathbed, Ritchie Blackmore provided me hope that a big part of him could be salvaged, and so it was:) Taking his place would be Saul Hudson, a newer much more advanced looking dude, but with the same passion for his work. Anyway, I sent out a mail to 6 different people requesting their take on a song that had stuck in my mind for quite some time now. I know certain people may call this another emo post, but as they say, if rock is poetry, rockers were in the age of the romantics. Ah yes, ballads, like Still Loving You by Scorpions and Always by Bon Jovi pay tribute to what I mean. It is almost impossible to not bust a vein and see images of that one person whose every strand of hair is visible to you because you cherish every perfect inch of her, each time you blink. I for one feel that lyricists these days have lost that passion that made you feel you were right there singing that song to that person. It felt like a phoenix had laid a flaming egg in your laps as it slowly burnt your flesh away, but pain was but a feeling, and one that wasn't deep enough to invoke a response as your mind had caught the gaze of a ''butterfly'' perched on a rose. Serenity and beauty embedded in the deepest and strongest of emotions, intertwined with anger and sheer tenacity, to provide you a ballad that once played daily on national radio. Back to the purpose of my post, i sent a song called Nymphetamine to 6 different people to get their insights on what it probably meant to them, and i got none back! But one particular person told me to inform her once i put my anthology online. Initially i felt this song was just about a wild erotic sexual fantasy of Dani Filth along with a few syringes of stimulants to keep him potent throughout the ordeal. But, I chose to take a best case scenario. Now I know the person I'm implying in this song is going to read this, I hope you love it. Nymphetamine is a portmanteau, a crossbreed of 2 words, Nymph and amphetamine. Now someone told me it was a cross between a nymphomaniac and amphetamine as stated in wikipedia, but like I said, this is my take on this song. Nymph, the luscious daughters of Poseiden, blessed with beauty so astounding, Poseiden himself was said to have fallen in love with them. Remaining faithful to their father, the nymphs never left his vast oceans and thus like their mythical legendary beauty, the sands of time set upon their tales, putting their unfathomable beauty to rest. Amphetamine, a recreational drug, probably the best known drug in the modern era, the cheapest and by far the most potent hallucinogen possible for RM6 a pill. The reason for its widespread use, its cheap production cost and simple ingredients, which include ammonium nitrate- used in home made bombs as well as fertilizer. Together nymphetamine refers to a girl of beauty so astounding, she becomes and addiction that burns and dehydrates you to the point of death, without knowing it. My metaphors here should not be misconstrued, for it is the beholder that places this beauty in such high order, so much so she becomes to die for. Nymphetamine
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved

A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And though Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

- the first verse, sang by the angelic Liv Kristine draws attention to a person who saw a different side of this person. She moves to a river, in a day midsummer, where bad omens surrounded her as she approached her destination. The reference to black swans here is remarkable. A swan, arguably the most graceful animal to roam earth, a bird of renown beauty. A black swan, rare in comparison to the white swans, sharing the same magnitude of grace but a more mystified sense of beauty. Such beauty that only draws the staunchest of admirers. An animal constantly compared to its white counterpart, although its beauty is immense in its own unique way. She waits patiently for him, like a thorn, as it causes her immense pain as she waits, but a thorn from a holy one, one she has faith in, pain she's willing to bear.


Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain....
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

He explains how he felt once curtains came between him and his dove, as he shunned the world, keeping to himself, a lover amidst an unforgiving world, weighing down upon him, forcing him to bend over.
And he unshackles himself from her grasps, and he laments that his passionate addiction for her shall stop, hence the reference to veins.

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key
- Here she tries to convince him that she is the answer, she is the ''prayer for his loneliness'' she is his antidote, and she begs him to once again passionately love her. There is a hint of eroticism here, for I feel that the right slot and sacred key refer to conjugal tools. However a smaller part of me wishes to believe that there is a double meaning to it, she feels that she has the strengths to lift him from his lowliness as well as say and do what he needs to hear and feel. She wishes to remind him to turn back the clock to feel the passion that engulfs them in a forbidden past to which many references are made.


Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discoulours all with tunnel vision

Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission

None better...
Nymphetamine
- above is the chorus. Probably the most telling part of the song. 6 ft deep, would refer to death, and the incision would signify a person who practices self mutilation. He has killed himself inside, emotionally void of feelings, a painful untimely death, leaving his physical aspect a walking carcass that rots by the day.

and in his heart he feels he is trapped, for deep down inside, there is but a love he cannot deny. There is but a feeling he cannot leave behind, and try as he may, the multitude of feelings he still has for her is worthy of admiration. Discolours all with tunnel vision- i've always told this one person that she doesn't just put a smile to my face, but she adds colours to my dull colourless world, she is the sugar to my tea, and she is who she is because when I am with her, the Garden of Eden is once again the setting for our lives. Tunnel vision, darkness in all aspects apart from what lies in front. To Concentrate solely on her, and to not take heed of the rest of the world. I once told her, that she is beautiful because when she is in my gaze, the rest of the world blends into the background and my starry eyes only pay homage to her visage and nothing else.

Sunsetter, a harbringer of darkness, one who takes away all happiness- this said in utter bitterness. He is powerless as a result of this, a deep sense of hopelessness and restlessness. Yet it is only to her he place homage, as he offers himself to her. He admits that at times he feels that the sole purpose he lives is to be submissive to her every demand as his love is so boundless.

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
Nymphetamine girl.

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
My Nymphetamine girl.

Wicked with your charm
I'm circled like prey
Back in the forest
Were whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt...
(keeping Sodom at at bay)
- a whispering voice sings this verse, of how he harbours ill thoughts of her, and he is lost in these thoughts- back in the forest- and at the same time he recalls sweeter memories that she provided, and this outshone the ill-thoughts of her. trails of sugar that outweighed pillars of salt, such was the sincerity of his love to her.

Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance her to the moon
As we did in those golden days
-this verse, he calls for her back recalling their happier more memorable moments

Glistening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay
-she explains that they complemented each other. Needle and spoon here are references to Intra venous drug usage, where crystalized meth is first melted in a spoon before intravenously administered. She explains how they make a good pair as they had so much incommon- that he probably never knew. I also believe that at this part she convinces him that she knows the spoon shieded the needle from the meth, as the syringe would likely melt in such heat. hence she acknowledges the burns that he encountered so she could get on with life.


Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
From the bind of your holiness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discoulours all with tunnel vision

Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission

None better...
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
Nymphetamine girl.

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
My Nymphetamine girl.

And the song continues. A tragic tale of passion and love, from a lover who cannot express himself, to one who fails to understand what her guy goes through in his silence, that she
doesn't skip his mind not for an instant.

Anyway it's getting late, and to those 6 preferiti, please give me your inputs.
thank you.

A congressional medal of valor

My previous post garnered a lot of attention but it kinda gave me the impression that I painted a story of a knight that slayed a dragon.

Well let me draw the line to what my intentions were. Someone pointed that my statements could incite a mutiny of some sort against my foe for the day, and in many ways that is not my aim.

It was solely a well described articled portrayed with the finest frame and hung in the brightest light.

It was merely a symbol of how a small discussion could've been resolved by a simple apology and an amiable discussion.

May I add i did offer my apologies for my vague and misleading choice of words but there was more to explain and hence the whole confrontation continued.

Being a senior in the university demands so much more than just enrolling earlier. its a matter of knowing where to draw the line, how to deal with issues and most of all knowing latent inhibition, ignoring things that matter less.
A senior is no mere person that agrees an allegiance to my cause and offering support in the shape of fists in case of another confrontation, but rather one that says wow, they reasoned it out.
Being smart is but a mere facade when actually meticulous reasoning and intellectual criticism is what deems a person to be intelligent. And maturity is not but the mere appearance of facial hair. It is about raising the bar on the tolerance scale and knowing that a turbulence in a flight is inevitable and asking for a compensation is down right silly.

If I have painted my foe to be a villain then i solely wish for you to reconsider for i have taken his stand. A lack of judgment on his behalf is no reason to crucify him nor alienate him for his actions. And no this article was not published under any duress but a mere reflection as a slight challenge in opinion occurred several minutes back by a fellow believer in Thomas More, the Renaissance and most importantly, Common sense - thomas payne:)


yes you did it again:)

because humans weren't meant to swim...

nanos gigantum humeris insidentes

Disclaimer- I've been getting a lot of messages and emails regarding this post and how there is dissatisfaction at my vermin. But this article is not meant to portray him as a horned being. Rather it is meant to be an informative statement to everyone who is curious to know what had happened from my point of view. There is no intent of provocation and any alleged provocation shall be deemed as self inflicted and spineless. I have reasoned out why and how many of the occurrences and participants were involved and I have passed my humble opinion on each.




Standing on the shoulders of giants, that's my ploy today. Dare I say this would be the finest post on this blog since the Annie Tay one:)
Its a metaphor i apply meaning 'One who develops future intellectual pursuits by understanding the research and works created by notable thinkers of the past'
especially Francis Ford Coppola (The Godfather) and Sergio Leone(a fistful of dollars, The good the bad and the ugly, Once upon a time in the west, Once upon a time in america)

See after and interesting and enjoyable night, I rushed to class as usual.
Anthony then ditches Kelvin and I to go canoodling, so lets leave it there. Kelvin and I decide to attend the finale night- as they were serving free food. Also there was a need to see Cayman perform. ( i prefer this spelling of his name).

And whilst the performance, I was approached by 2 juniors. Namely Sri and another burly looking guy. He speaks very politely requesting an audience and I duly oblige. As we walk outside, I meet the fellow members of the clan to which I am escorted to the bus stop and offered a seat. Yes, till this point I am clueless of my impending future. Next thing I know, 4 other guys (all sem 2 jrs excluding Tharveen) approach me. Yes this is very much like the Raja Petra interrogation but lets just leave the analogy there. There is a girl with the bunch but she stays away, like a dame in the old spagetti western films that chooses to walk away.

Tharveen: hey you got a problem with me is it? What is it?
Sanjeet: err yeah. (though I always saw this as a mutual understanding that I found us on different planes of communication most of the time.)
Tharveen: What did you say to the junior (who happened to be his friend)?
Sanjeet: She asked if i knew you and i said yes, but i don't like you


At this point he had his fingers in my direction so I duly stood up and fingered back. Pointless i know, but I was trying to engage in the same plane of communication. So to this he asks me why did I have to say that. And I told him well, i dislike your demeanor. Now here is where I lost him. See demeanor delineates your behaviour, attitude, the way you carry yourself. What he interpreted of this I guess I shall never know. May I add that it was awfully rude of me to continuously smirk as the interrogation went on. Then came a collar grabbing scene. And i didn't oblige to grab his collar in the presence of his 5 onlooking henchmen. And in my amazement, his friends grabbed a hold of me and set him free. See it is a fundamental unwritten law that you put your dog on the leash and not the stray.

But lets keep going, after all fundamentals are only for the rest of the world. We're indians. Here comes the initiation. A mano-e-mano challenge was tossed. Well directly phrasing it was a "ONE on ONE", with 6 of his onlookers in a dark secluded area. I was reassured they would not interrupt as the fight would take place. Now at this point i started reasoning it out. the moment the fight breaks out of hand, its gonna be a 6 on 1 foot-stomping session. And the verdict would be Sanjeet got his ass kicked. I mean seriously, they didn't seem like the type that had that kinda integrity to let it be a fair deal. Plus if they were true to their words, when the scuffle broke out, they'd grab their guy and calm him down, not the stranger he was assailing. So I said how about we fight in a more public area, and at this point I am taunted by the burly guy. Why your parents raised you to be a daughter is it? We had a stare down. Now may i point it out its freaking silly to have a staredown with a person wearing spectacles because they dont get wind in their eyes and hence their eyes remain moist longer. but then again, these weren't neurosurgeons i was dealing with. so yeah it was quite clear who blinked.

I laughed at this point. And it occurred to me that it was rude to laugh when someone wants to pop a cap in your ass, but hey, 6-1 over an issue of my opinion in a fist fight. Of course the quick wit of me got to them. i said well at least I'm not an animal. to which Tharveen replies, i bet you got no cock. i bet you got a pussy. why don't you find a girl in chow kit n fuck her like a lesbian.
Now when someone says that to you, don't you feel like laughing all over. its game, set n match. the wit was lacking, and the desperation was setting in for my counterparts. I said anything you say man. And no offence to him, but he has a lisp, and i imitated that lisp childishly after which he grabbed my collar and pushed me away, and I duly reply by grabbing his collar and pushing him aside, to which his chain shatters. Yeah i know, childish to say ''nye nyeh nyey nye nye'' but for some reason some people still get annoyed by it LOL. And then I am taunted that he would break my specs. anyway, at this point he realises its a stalemate and the burly guy, who introduces himself as Karthik comes in. He pushes me and I duly push him back. Yes, I am a firm practitioner of Newtons 3rd law. And he says you're a pussy is it, and repeats it 4 times. I kid you not. he asks me why won't i fight privately, and i said how bout we do this public la. to which he claims i wanted that so people would come and SAVE ME, which whooshed past me. it was a no brainer but lets accept it for now. and i said,well if a fight breaks out in Uni, i'll get you guys expelled and I'll go on to be a surgeon while you guys rot:). to which they kinda realise they're not the WuTang CLan. anyway he compliments my metallica shirt and says i should fight cos im wearing MATTEL-ica. nope not metallica but mattelica.yes, i know, James Hetfield, i sincerely apologize for his lack of exposure to the outside world. its metallica- me(r)-tal-icka- not Mattelica and Metalheads unlike gangsta rappers are not malicious. If you have ever been in a Moshpit, YOU'd learn that although the moshing seems rough, if you're injured a fellow random metal head would pull u out of the mosh and offer you a drink. Yes metalheads are a very friendly close knit bunch that're misunderstood. We dont go around acting BAD like Hiphop R&B gangsta rapping 2pac wannabes. So he calls me a pussy and i reiterate well at least im not barbaric. and here comes the bombshell, YES I AM A BARBARIAN he says. at this point i could not help but notice how he kinda looked like Mark Henry from the WWE. I start giggling again. and he calls me a pussy AGAIN. SO i asked him if he's actually seen one, and he says of course. I felt like saying, i mean a proper one, not one in a book or on a porn video, but i just giggled again and i felt my phone vibrating. btw doesnt this look like a pussy?

At this point Kelvin calls to ask where i've gone and i said, im outside with tharveen. Kelvin assumes i'm busy bonding with them and raggin juniors and so he indirectly hinted he rather watched the performance. And then they ask me if he's coming to ''back me up''. and i said no, and he asks why, and i said cos he's busy watching a performance. at this point they ask me collectively don't you have friends in IMU?

This thought flashed my mind, well i do but well, we've got better things to do then engage in petty schoolboy/barbaric arguments. but i smiled and said'' apparently no. well at least none like yours''. and they get annoyed at this point, dei dont be sarcastic ah. dei dont be sarcastic ah. to which i reply ''so its ok for you to raise your voice but being sarcastic is forbidden''.



Thanks for the pic Sarah!!

Tharveen replies, ''i shout you shout back la''. i giggled again. lol. this was fucking hilarious. i kinda get where he was coming from. see his point of view was, you fight fire with fire. not douse it with water. but well, like i said it was a 6-1 battle of wits and it was quite clear where the honours was going. and karthik for some reason wants to fight with me now. Damn they love me. And they were mumbling some stuff in tamil and i duly ignore. And they were about to say something when my phone vibrated. so i said wait up i got a msg. Ray asked me if we were repeating our actions of the night before and i started giggling. talk about timing. and i said nope. and we got on with the interrogation. by this time i was about to walk away when Sri closed the exit. Karthik blows smoke in my face not realising that we do it all the time during shisha sessions and have a great laugh and so i smile. he asks me why im shaking, to which i draw my hand out and say, look, steady as a surgeon's hands. LOL the surgeon-talk really got to them. I was anticipating an ''offer i could not refuse''. ( The Godfather)

I also informed them that unlike them i was one of the better students in my batch. I missed this point out but somewhere during our intellectually degrading debate, tharveen cites the reason i dislike him as 'Because your batch is not as HAPPENING as mine'. Right. the egoistic, self centered comment of an M1 student. but lets not generalise this. The trashing their batch got during the previous and current IMU cup supersedes this. Also the record breaking no of failures in their batch. but well, they're more happening than M206 in his eyes cos--- err because? yeah this flies by me and i giggle as well and say yeah right with a smirk that only Sanjeet can deliver.
AND while i loathed in my intellectual brilliance and academic perfection, I sensed they were bored of me showing off my credentials and they said look here, next time someone asks if you know tharveen, just say no.

To which i said nope. I'll just say yes but we dont get along. and it was fine. I offered to shake on the deal, but i guess my seemingly un-manly pussylike gesture of shaking on deal was turned down because he says we dont do this. right, self proclaimed barbarians. anyway, it bugged me so i asked how was saying yes but i dont like him any different from yes but we dont get along. To the average individual, this was a clear similarity but well, lets face it, its not exactly the same and so they argued that. LOL, and at this point i giggle again. I'd be quite annoyed if i were them, i mean you bring some smart alec who outwits 6 of you, and giggles while you're scolding him. damn. oh yeah, before that, Karthik takes a cheap swipe, which i construed to be a slap and so i duly reply. And then his other mates refrain him and put him on the seat. Sri meanwhile comes and says you call that a slap, you must be a pussy. Right, 6 Vs 1, in a dark secluded area, and i reply every remark with a smirk, every physical provocation with a physical provocation, but I'm a pussy. Yeah, i kinda like his logic. but well he's in Sem 3, he's got a long way to mature. Mind you he is a fellow JPA scholar. I know, it saddens me too. but anyway, so yeah, at this point we reached a settlement and I stick around to in my own words catch up with my Juniors. This infuriates them even more and Tharveen decides to get a survey. he asks his other juniors if they like me. this one dude, Sanjay dev Singh (yeah, a punjabi) says nope enthusiastically. And he's quite stout so its kinda hilarious but i just play him the stare. another guy who has a resounding resemblance to Denish from M206 only skinnier (who i later find out is named Jay) also says no. They hate possibly the most intelligent INDIAN BOY in IMU, darn. And Sri the peacemaker tells me to leave now before 'anything happens'.

Now why did i want a public audience you guys ask, well to display my wit. See if a crowd was there to witness the quickfire that outwitted 6 juniors, i would be exalted by now. but its a case of has-beens and this post serves as an honest opinionated commentary. I walked back into imu n informed kelvin.

This is classic, Kelvin says why din you tell me. ARggh I missed the fun. this is schoolboy stuff la. the pack of six then reenter the atrium to which i greet them and start irritating them, asking Sanjay if he has had his meal, in Punjabi to which he nods his head and just to be fair to karthik, i translated it for him to ensure he wasn't offended or anything. he smiles back, the storm has calmed it seems. then Kelvin asks tharveen what happened and he says your friend has a big mouth la. LOL, he got a first hand demonstration la. anyway, Kelvin says its such a small issue that was blown out of proportion. anyway Sri then comes n adds in, well Sanjeet din call you cos he said you wouldn't come. Now at this point i reassured my initial belief. that this guy lacks integrity. See if i had witnesses to back me up this wouldnt be the case. but i had clearly told them he's busy watching the performance, i do not wanna waste his time. and that was it. but yeah, i like this guy Sri. JPA dude apparently by merit (although i have my suspicions). Cos i remember when he failed his EOS 1, and came to me asking me for help, i sat there and gave him many pointers on what they may ask. And this Judas turns around and nips his nose where it doesn't belong, in his shoes any right man would've said, look i know u, i know tharveen, i feel ur in the wrong but you guys settle this yourselves. Not gang up 6 v 1 and call me a coward for agreeing to fight mano e mano but only in a public place with the watchful eyes of everyone in IMU. In all honesty, I actually thought it was plain dumb luck he failed and that he had potential. I kinda see the lack of basic impulse transmission to the cerebral cortex at this moment. Haih, if only Caporegime Clamenza was here to do justice to this whole situation.

about tharveen, well, fair to say la, although his demeanor was childish, and his methods were less convincing, he planned this all quite well from the escort to the bus stop till the settlement. though if he had came and said, Sanjeet, i dont like you, you dont like me, but i dislike the fact that you said this to a junior. she happens to be my friend and i dont want to give her a negative impression on me. I would've shook on it and say Ok thats fair, im sorry:) simple. but yeah, the drama. typically indian. the other juniors, jay, sanjay and raj( whose names i found out while exiting) i mean they all know my name, so its only fair i attempt to know theirs. Credit to them. after all they stuck behind tharveen although oblivious to the issue at hand. I recall being in those positions back in school, joining a group knowing there is an issue, but not what the issue is about. But yeah, they were polite in their demeanor so kudos to them. To Karthik, well, as burly and barbaric as he is, i guess deep down he just wanted to help an ailing friend out. To be fair to him, he did smile about it later in the atrium so he's ok. Sri, well this guy has kinda left a blemish on the good name of Indian JPA scholars, and rest assured i shall remember him in the event that he requires any more assistance in an impending exam. After all, I am a fair adjudicator of integrity, i did apologize to the person i offended in my blog.

To those involved, like Kelvin, sorry i din call you down la.
Seng Chye offered his respect and reassurance that he knew i could take them all in a verbal battle of wits hands down.
To Chong Bing, you missed out
To Anthony, for some reason Tharveen sees you as the mutual party here and wanted you present during the argument. you ditched us man. What ever happened to bro's over ho's( lol he used tat when i botched a CS game to talk to someone)

I kinda get why so many races look down on Indians. at times i feel like agreeing with Pei Shern on her racist, exaggerated remarks on us but well, judging by the display today, i guess at some point it was vindicated. So i apologize to the other races. i know at times you feel like cropdusting us away:)


To Ray, who was later informed of the scenario, thanks for the backup offer along with pei shern. yes, it would've been nice if you guys were there but i think it panned out quite well this one.
to the girl who told tharveen i didn't like him, no hard feelings, I bet you feel '' yes, but we don't get along'' and ''yes, but i dont like him'' are very similar
anyway, i would like to thank Ennio Morricone for the Soundtrack for The good, the bad and the ugly.

Many times during the argument, i kept picturing myself as Clint Eastwood taking on a whole bunch of thugs from the Good, the Bad and the Ugly, and this compilation was ringing in my head. Yes Clint was called Blondie in this movie, and I was called Pussy:) interesting right?? Anyway do leave your comments on what you guys would've done in my shoes?



WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE, REMEMBER

Do you know tharveen???

Yes, but WE DON'T GET ALONG..

Remember this statement!


Quote for the day;

Veritas vos Liberabit. "Seek Justice, seek Truth, and you will live to think differently." ~Patrick Henry