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Name: abhishek
Country: India
Birthday: 10/30/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: everything under the sun and not under it....
blog for ppl who want sumthing new everyday and not into plain boring entries withsame old talks and jokes....get a life i say........
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Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
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8/26/2005
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| I am nineteen. I am nineteen. I am nineteen. i am nineteen. I am nineteen. i am nineteen. i am nineteen. I am nineteen. I am nineteen. i am nineteen. I am nineteen. I am nineteen. I am nineteen. I am nineteen. I am nineteen. i am nineteen. I am nineteen. I am nineteen. I am nineteen. Ah panic attack seven days before I turn 'twenty'.
Right now I would give anything to be a teen. Two years ago I was excited to be turning 18, now turning 20 is freaking me out! I am going to miss saying 'teen'. There's this innocent ring to 'teen' which 'twenty' lacks. and can all the suffixes that come later i.e. thirty, forty, fifty, sixty etc all miss the ring.
There are so many things a teenager can get away with, a twenty something guy, not so much... How many times have you been excused out of some atrocious crime cause you were only a teenager? While as soon as you turn twenty, you are expected to be accountable for everything you do. All those pranks people thought were cute now suddenly look irresponsible. Turning 20 sucks!
Worse because there are so many things you haven't done. Its like a quarter-life crisis. I have a long list of things I had to before I turned 18 and two years later I'm barely through. Holy cows!
I cannot complain about the place I turn 20 though. The Shangri-La, New Delhi. A very funky 5-star hotel. I'll be in the hotel attending a conference. Of all the places I would chose, this one fits the bill. Turning 20 at a conference which talks about business and has a lot of idols attending. And then I'll be talking about youth of India at the conference too. So my birthday itself will be eventful, but not so much the days leading up to it.
I'm truly going to miss being a kid... I hope being an adult is worth what I'm giving up.
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| People are reading my blog. I got 45 hits this week. About a month back, I got 35 hits in four months. I don't really know what are you coming here for though, I'm not posting any juicy fiction stories anymore though. Go read the Uncyclopedia for them. I contribute quite a bit to it. I'll suggest starting with the one on Anna Nicole Smith.
Now read what I did the past weekend.
Past weekend was an absolutely amazing experience. As I came back from a test on Saturday at 11, I met few friends who were just leaving for a trip. They had previously planned to go to IIT Delhi's Rendezvous and I really wasn't interested in spending the weekend listening to rock and sleeping in dirty dorms. Turns out my friends did not too and had changed plans to go to a wildlife sanctuary close by. I heard the words wildlife sanctuary and said yes. I actually did not know the name of the place until some two hours later, when we were lost and had to ask random people of the road for directions.
So Sudeep said it's 4 hours away. I thought awesome, pretty close by. Turned out he was wrong, so wrong. It took us nine hours to reach the place. The place actually is like five hours away, but since none of us actually new directions nor the buses to change to reach the place, we had to keep asking the local folk for them. Every time we asked somebody , we would draw blank stares and then an answer. A different answer every single time.
"Bhaiya, kaise jaana hai Chappar ko?" ("Brother, how do we reach Chappar?")
--Blank stare--
"Bus pakdo Sujangarh ke liye. Wahan se paanch minute ka rasta hai." "Catch a bus to sijangarh. Its five minutes from there."
"Bhaiya, kaise jaana hai Chappar ko?" ("Brother, how do we reach Chappaer?")
--Blank stare--
"Bus pakdo Turangarh ke liey. Wahan se do minute ka rasta hai." "Catch a bus to Turangarh, two minutes from there."
"Bhaiya, kaise jaana hai Chappar ko?" ("Brother, how do we reach Chappaer?")
--Blank stare--
"Bus pakdo Ratangarh ke liye. Wahan se aadhe ghante ka rasta hai." "Catch a bus to Ratangarh, half hour from that place."
And two more answers to tow different other places. One guy actually said it's just five minutes away from the place we were standing at. He was excited we wanted to see the jungle close to his village.
We decided to take the bus to Turangarh. The bus was supposed to take three hours from Jhunjhunu, which was one and half hours from Pilani.
One the way we sat on the roof top of the bus, absolute heaven, especially when it started raining. I would have uploaded pictures, hadn't been for the lazy bum Ashwin, who can't find time to do it.
So we reach Turnagarh, in five hours, to be told, we were two and half hours away from Chappar, which was actually close to Sujangarh, which would have taken us four hours to reach. The bloody locals did not seem to have any sense for time nor distance. All the trust just disappeared.
To add to it, night fall and we can't enter the sanctuary at night.
So Chappar at 8.30, dripping wet, due to rain. The rain wasn;t so heavenly after all. There few people told us to go to Sujangarh for the night, as there was no where to stay in Chappar. After a lot of thinking we decided to trust them(as they looked wiser than previous folks  ).
So finally SUjangarh at nine p.m. We found a dharmasala which would cost us hundred bucks, totally for five of us. Imagine twenty bucks per person! Amazingly cheap, suddenly the trip looked more economical than it originally did. After dinner at Arora's Dream, which was the town's flashiest restaurant. The dinner was pretty much worse than our mess's food. Then the sleep under the sky at the Dharamsala on a knit cot. (The sleep was heavenly, need to get a cot for myself.)
At the Dharamsala, the cheeky caretaker also made us realize why people had been staring at use all the while. Five unshaven guys, with unkempt hair and unclean faces. Top it with unwashed T-Shirts and shorts. I went a step ahead, in my hurry I was wearing bathroom slippers. We looked like drugged prisoners escaping. To Ashwin he complimented by saying, "People would crap in their pants after looking at your hair." Ha ha ha! But hey, what do you expect when you are road trippin with guys, really no point in a bath or a clean tee. Nobody really minds.
We rose at six am and then took a bus to Chappar and walked into the sanctuary. The board beside the sanctuary said, we could find Black Bucks, Chinkaras, Nilgais, wild cats, 'Rosel's' Viper, Spiny tail lizard, half a dozen types of vultures, falcons, cranes and larks and migratory birds. I really can't remember their names.
The sanctuary, was just a huge wide grassland, with no features or mounds or trees. Looked straight out of National Geographic's wallpaper. And there were like hundreds and hundreds of Chinkaras and black bucks all over the place. Ashwin, met some famous Bird watchers he had talked to online clicking pictures. We just left him to look at the birds with them, while we went in our attempt to touch a black buck.
We saw black bucks fighting away like crazy. Kaushik explained from the wildlife book we were carrying that they fight to earn sexual favors. Neat. No wonder they were always fighting.
Frustratingly the herds kept walking away from us, as we went closer. It got on my nerves and I just sprinted off after a herd. I ran for nearly five whole minutes, scaring the whole herd off. Felt good to run so hard after a really long time. We soon sat down, hoping for some wildlife to come close by. I so hoped for a Russel's Viper. That would have made my day. I did not see one of course. But we saw a lot and lot of magnificent birds. We saw huge storks and hunting falcons. And a herd of Nilgais. They were absolutely huge. Bigger than horses.
We spent some four hours aimlessly roaming the plains, taking pictures of every new bird species. We also made sophisticated plans to catch chinkaras and nearly caught one had it not been for the slow Nishant. Shit!
Another one hour was spent beside a tiny pond, where we played, 'Hit the frog' with the grumpy looking green frogs in the water. Soon, due to KAushik getting dehydrated and nearly fainting, we decided to return back to civilization. Outside we ate a sumptuous lunch ata road side dhaba and then caught a bus to reach Ratangarh, which was half an hour away. Of course ou bad luck hadn't left us and we were on a bus which went through every village and took two horus to reach Ratangarh, instead of the supposed 30 minutes. Freak!
After Ratangarh, the trip was without any incident.
Well thats what I did last weekend.
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| I found this article on the internet. Its an ode to all the nice guys, guys who regularly finish last, but really don't care. This is me and I feel good.
Ode to nice guys
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never
become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes
guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always
provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys
who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside
the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly
reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the
appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This
is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern.
This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her
theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from
parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany
girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys
who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who
always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are
accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the
nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys
who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell
phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours
painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over
dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a
jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about
it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d
ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically
linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the
world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing
against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her
concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for
that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was
nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party
where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly
with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to
everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were
invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways.
Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And
perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often
as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I
can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from
talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only
conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical,
manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice
guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational,
confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a
good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much
from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of
all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament
the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their
too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men
that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to
fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what
they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with
this complete ass now!).
But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last
phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who
grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the
nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding
those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know
who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously
nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department
store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to
be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for
all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my
acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this
society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003
Abey sashi this is us! both of us, some of us, most of our wing. Sid especially. Don't u think so?
Abhishek
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