Naked hairy men at IIT Delhi

Naked hairy men at IIT Delhi

Yes, most of us stay almost naked with just the boxers. No, we are not in protest or stripping for money using webcams. IITians stripping, anyone for a startup idea? LOL.. We are simply trying to survive the furnace like rooms in the IIT Delhi hostels with just a ceiling fan running 24/7. i.e until the electricity goes out. It's not a pleasant sight to see another man with hair in their chest but this is a hairy society and there's no escaping it. Opening windows in this heat is nothing but suicidal and therefore the doors are left open to let some breeze come in.

No, this picture isn't taken at a railway station but the common room in the Karakoram Hostel, IIT Delhi. Students fight for space to sleep in this hall since there are two "legal" coolers. They bring their own mattresses and other bed sheets as it is IMPOSSIBLE to sleep in the rooms specially the 2nd and 3rd floors.

Come to think of it, this is the best college in India and ranked 152 in the world with a top class infrastructure! They say, "Infrastructure facilities at IIT Delhi are being regularly upgraded or expanded to meet the requirements and aspirations of its students." Last summer and the summer before that and the years before that, some students had gone to the authorities concerned requesting them to allow atleast air coolers in the hostel but they simply said "NO" with no reasons and the students came back disappointed. Some few more went with reasonable points and they said, "The entire wiring in the campus needs to be replaced which will run into few crores to allow air coolers and ACs." They simply refused to listen to our greviences. They come up with one reason or an excuse everytime. What is so hard to say "yes" and allow coolers and ACs? It isn't their hard earned money nor their papa's. It is the government's, yes, the corrupted government or so everyone's been complaining. Why not say yes and do something good for the students' welfare? The elected representatives are no good and they chicken out everytime before the higher authorities. They can never argue. Who elects them anyway? Us. Duh.

Life's like that all over again. Frustration takes over but there's nothing really that can be done. Some students have Air Coolers and Refrigerators in their rooms while the others suffer quietly waiting impatiently to graduate and get away.

One incident that I'll never forget about what happened in Karakoram Hostel last summer goes like this:

An M.Tech guy went to the caretaker asking for "written" permission to bring in an air cooler thinking it is legal since the guys in his wing uses it. When the caretaker refused saying, "it's not legal and allowed." He cooly replied, "My friend next door uses it." Yes, of course his friend was fined Rs 3000 and both of them had a heated argument that night. I was hoping fist would be raised but what a disappointment. This hairy society can argue but never really goes physical unlike the head hunting blood in us, the north easterners. Oh what a blissful summer night!

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And there goes my first blind date!

“I don’t think I can see you again. I wish all the very best in life. Btw, your million dollar idea is safe with me.” 

I responded to her SMS with a simple smiling smiley ":)" and that was the last I ever heard from her again. Yes, it was great while it lasted. How long did it last? Approximately 4 hours and 47 minutes.

My First blind dateGirls are the best wingman and one of my good old friend, Nitya introduced me to one of her best friends, Sonali. Yes, to repair her laptop that broke down a week after she paid Rs 1500 at Nehru Place to fix it. Sweet… laced with honey. Everything starts with a favour when it comes to my friends introducing a girl. She’s from JNU and was just about a 10 minutes drive away. A couple of days and a few facebook messages, she gave me her number without being asked and I thought, “she’s awesome” to myself.

Friday, a few days later: I was nervous!! Perhaps because I have never really had a blind date before or perhaps because I was out with the boys earlier and wasn’t dressed for the “occasion”. In short, I was at my worst: a white Louis Philippe shirt, black Woodland shorts and my favourite Nike slippers. As I reached her hostel, I saw her from a distance and my heart skipped. Dressed in blue jeans, black tees and matching sandals. She turned around, our eyes met and not being dramatic but I almost lose control of my car. Yes, she’s not bad at all in person ;)

We greeted and drove around the campus stopping at NorthEast dabha for a cup of ginger tea. Went to the infamous PSR Rock of JNU, watched the couples in the dark as they count the night stars like the young teenage couples in my college hiding away. I guess we all have our naughty childish sides in opportune moments. We just sat there and talked like as though we’ve been friends for a long time. 

For no particular reason, she wanted to go to India Gate! A long drive with a future potential girlfriend. Why not, right? I don’t remember much of what we talked about! Perhaps, it’s the tips from Charlie Sheen. A few keywords in between her sentences and reply as though I understood everything hehe..  She did mentioned about being not ready for another relationship. She had broken up with her boyfriend of over 2 years a few weeks ago and was an emotional wreck. Perhaps, I should have care to think how or what must be going through her. Everything’s a learning experience. She still had feelings for him and her facebook had his picture with “I miss him” written all over it. I should have known. She’s not the prettiest of the girls I’ve been with but she’s got a charm that one gets drawn to. She smiles and the world inside of you smiles along. She’s beautiful in her own ways.

I wasn’t expecting anything to turn around that night anyways. I had broken up with my girlfriend the week before and needed to clear my head. She was perfect. I had a great time and dropped her off to her hostel around 4 in the morning.

I was thinking of asking her out again in the coming weeks but my schedule was beyond tight for anything fancy. We kept in touch over the course of time through SMS and facebook messages. I thought it was going great. I don’t know what happened! Her first impression of me was probably her last or she found someone else better or to put it in my friend’s word, “You reminded of her boyfriend and he’s obviously way better than you”. We laughed. Deep down, I was hurt a little, told myself, “Life isn’t fair to have not gotten a second chance with her. I wasn’t at my best. She could have been mine.”

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Desperate attempt for a DU Girl

Desperate attempt for a DU Girl

"I'm in love with you and I don’t know how it happened. Deep down, I know you feel the same for me too… Shall we make this official?" 

I could hear the excitement in her voice. It was a definite "Yes". My first official girlfriend and I proposed her over the phone standing on my terrace in Hyderabad. She was hundred miles away and yet I was on top of the world. I got in under my blanket, took the extra pillow, hugged it and had never felt better in my life that night. The memories of the evening is still so fresh in my mind. It feels like just yesterday. Time and Hormones for a 17 years old is a tricky thing. I thought I would wait for the perfect moment with her by my side but somehow it slip my tongue and I went ahead without the countless number of romantic ideas I thought of over the few weeks before. It just happened and I loved it.

I woke up everyday with new blinking messages from her in my cellphone. It was always a Christmas morning. Every SMS beep made my heart beat faster and my knees weaker. Her voice, her laughter, not to forget the complains about me being an ass and not calling her or messaging her enough is a memory I still cherish. People often caught me smiling and I would give the same old excuse, "something happened" with a grin.

She made me feel complete. She made me feel wanted and valuable. She made me work harder. A few months later, I finally got into IIT and had given Delhi my first preference for that’s where she stays and still do. 10 minutes ride was the distance between us and the excitement to finally see her again was beyond comprehension. She got into Sri Aurobindo College, one of the colleges in Delhi University, South Campus. We were headed for a legendary relationship or so I thought. Everything was packed and ready, all that remained was one week and the 21 hours train journey. Come to think of it, that was one very long journey. 

Life’s a bitch. I lost touch with her a few days before the start of the awesome journey. The last time I heard her voice was when she said, “I want to talk to you” and since I was busy then, I told her I would call back. I did a few hours later but my calls, emails and SMSes went unanswered and never got any reply. It was over but the so called teenage love is a tricky thing. I was completely broken inside but I didn’t give up. I tried desperately and waited for a miracle to happen. Day after day, I waited impatiently losing hope by the minute and by the hour until one fateful evening about a month later walking past the Aravali Hostel with my best friend, I got an SMS from her. It was official. She had moved on with another guy.

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Imphal, Manipur – A desperate cry

Imphal, Manipur – A desperate cry

A bomb blast killing a young girl and injuring 5 others in the capital city of Imphal the other day didn’t make the headlines anywhere in India. It’s heartbreaking to see that the media and the government have left my people high and dry.

A city surrounded by seven scenic hills is a beautiful valley and we called it Imphal. It is a unique city with over 40 dialects spoken by all the different tribes in different localities/area of Imphal while Manipuri is the official language. Imphal has an awesome weather conditions and the adjacent hilly areas are known for some few species of plants and animals that are not found elsewhere in the world. The capital city, Imphal is populated by the Manipuris (Meiteis) while the tribals occupy hardly 10-15% of the Imphal city. Food, culture and tradition is extremely different from the rest of the country. 

I was at home in Imphal, Manipur during the month of December, 2011 to celebrate Christmas with my love and near ones and its disturbing to learn that the people of Manipur have lost faith in the government completely, be it BJP or Congress or any political party for that matter. The Indian media have ignored and abandoned the people too. Three powerful bomb blasts took placed in December 2011 alone with one blowing off about 100m away from my car while I was driving back from the airport. I had gone to pick up my sister who had just come back from Hyderabad.

Prices of commodity have rocketed sky high even 2-3 months after the 3 months blockade ended which was called by the Kuki tribe demanding a separate district while the Nagas demanded that the Kuki’s demand be not met at all cost. The Chief Minister, O. Ibobi Singh was more than happy to sign the papers. I believe it was his plan to give another districthood to the Kukis all along. Talk about politics. Young men dying, old men talking.

Anyways, it is beyond my narrative or writing skills to express how pathetic life has become in Imphal!! I would like to share this video showcasing how the people of Manipur desperately needs India’s voice and attention. You are utmost welcome to share your opinion and raise your voice wherever and whenever possible.

This video was shot on 24th morning, 2011 December at around 7:00am in Imphal, Manipur using my cellphone Nokia C5 as people lined up to buy petrol for a maximum allowance of Rs 500 per car @ Rs 67 per litre. The cost of petrol in the black market is Rs 180-250! I know my narration is shitty. Thank You in advance for not commenting about it :D

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Liangmai Nagas in Manipur & Nagaland

Liangmai Nagas in Manipur & Nagaland
Liangmai, the name of my dialect and tribe is spoken by all the Liangmai Nagas with different accents in different villages spread across many districts in Manipur and Nagaland, India. We are about 40,000 in population as of the 2001 census.Interesting as it may not sound to you but I'm a guy from Tamei and if someone from Thalon speaks to me in Li...
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