The Frustrated Weekly of T.I.E.T.

Hi guys, this post is gonna be right from the desk of a frustrated blogger.(I had better word, but somehow can’t use that publicly)

The question might arise as to what is frustration… Well frustration is that state of mind and body which arises because you are sharing a covalent bond with a non-destructive particle called the TIET. So when this molecule, ie. The (Thaparian)nThapar molecule combines with an unknown question paper in the mid sems, it undergoes an unexplained and uncontrolled fission reaction producing large amounts of energy which is good enough to burn the sun(But alas not enough to burn the inst.) The products of this fission reason are large number of crosses, 1’s and 0’s supplemented by a few ticks at some places unidentified.

The basic conditions required for this reaction to occur are, that u got to take admission in an inst., like the Thapar, do a lot of orkutting and blogging and u got to study the last night, and study as if u’ve never studied before.

Hmm…. This was my exam week… Totally Out of control… Theek hai last day hi baith k padhai kit hi as ever lekin iska matlab yeh to nahi k sara paper hi out of syllabus dal do.. Vaise slbs bhi kise pata tha, paper se pehle jitna pata chal gaya, ya jitna kisi dassi ki copy me ( jo Photostat karvai thi ) me likha ho, bass vahi slbs hai… In any case, Exams were a serious HELL. If today someone asks me “Hey where are you from” I’d just say “Sir I just left heaven when I joined Thapar.”

Umrao-Bejaan-Anjaan-Pareshaan-Hairaan!

Chalo exams are over now. But another this awaited me. Umrao Jaan. (named Umrao Yawn by my frnd)… We made plans to watch the second day second show. This time Daman was given a warning, either to come in time and buy the tickets, or I wont be responsible for the results. Parr sardar kithey sudharda hai…. Salla fer late… mainu poore 10 mint uhna di udeek karni pai.. te sardar sahib aye, ticketan farhiyan te fer beh gaye movie vekhan (I hope next time time te aun di khechal kar lenge bhaji). Par yar jo v hai, Daman to bina movie da swad nahi si auna…

Movie began, the first half an hour was a total comedy. Kya vo log urdu jharh rahe they, aur kya humein samajh a rahi thi, upar se Director ne jo Buddha chuna tha role k liye.. “aalameaza, muktavil ko muktaviz karke mukhteyar me mukhvisat karne k liye mukhvasit kijiye” itna ghoor k mat dekho, mujhe bhi nahi samajh aya, but that all we heard in the whole movie. And this simple sentence took approx. 8000 time cycles to complete (courtesy:Microprocessors). I had been checking my watch after every 5-10 mins, waiting for the interval, aur in the end poore paune do ghante bad we woke up from virtual sleep. But had to bear more in the second half too..

Movie Review

Poori week to frustrated gai thi, end bhi to frustrated hi hona tha. Yup, the movie was too frustrating. The story line was not that bad, the direction was fine, but it was tooooo slow. Had the pace of the movie been kept a bit fast, it could have been easily completed in half an hour. If you have habit to take the senti stuff seriously, then please carry a handkerchief along. The only thing I liked about the movie was the lyrics, and Ash’s expressions in the dance. But the frequency of songs was too much…. But all in all... Movie was Umrao Bejaan

The Anti Climax

Actually that’s the after movie climax, but is more interesting than the real movie climax. We had some guys sitting behind us with their special explicit comments on the movie, which kept us awake for 3 long hours. But the climax was something else. A husband and wife came over to them… Aunty angreji me kuh keh rahi thi unhe, something like “what are you doing over here, you people come from educated families, and what a mess have you created over here. If u want to watch a movie, watch it quietly, sut quietly, let others see too or otherwise don’t come” Then I saw Aunty's eyeballs coming as a googly towards me and with the same beautiful english verses. (Maine kuch nahi kia yar.. mujhe kyu keh rahe ho :( )

Uncle had just four words which were repeated over again and again on regular intervals… “Durr Fittey Muh Tuhade”

And the guy had 3 words to say to his frnd on Mobile after Uncle and Aunty left,

”Yar Tagore Aayin Zara”

Aur uske bad kya hua… I Don’t know… I really Don’t know…