Boliye, Kyunki Ye Muft Hai

It's almost mid of April and I am still unable to find a Summer Internship. This thing is more important than spotting some white chicks with your brown friends in Goa. So, I am preparing my CV to at least be eligible to show up at employers' place. I have mentioned heavy quiver of skill sets such as Expert in Microsoft Powerpoint, considering that I only know how to apply Bubble - Circle transitions. Now, comes the part which put me in a state of dilemma. It is asking Languages you know and I just entered English as first and Hindi as second and scrolled down. But then all of a sudden, I thought of correcting myself and interchange the languages. Now was the worst part - If I put Hindi as first, wouldn't my employer already judge me and if I put English as first, then I would be lying to my conscience because I am that kind of person who loves to speak in Hindi and it is the swearing part that makes it cooler.    Instead of filling the remaining fields and a...

(Image Source: Google ) Before starting this post, I made up my mind firmly to not let my emotions ride my fingers while writing about this film. First things first, this film is not wickedly amazing or Suprecalifragilisticexpialidocious, it's just simply beautiful. The movie revolves around Saroo Brierley who gets lost at a railway station in Calcutta at the age of 5 and is adopted by an Australian couple. After 25 years, Saroo finds himself in a state of dilemma and embarks on a journey to meet his real family in India. The character of young Saroo is portrayed by Sunny Pawar who delivered an exceptional performance while the British actor Dev Patel played the adult part. The film also consists Nicole Kidman in the role of Saroo's adoptive mother. The performances by actors are so Herculean that even brought the likes of Salman Rushdie to tears. The scene where Nicole Kidman reveals to Dev the reason of adoption to the scene where Sunny finds himself helpless are en...

Yesterday, I got to visit another college (thanks to a friend) which was more a typical kind of college. But getting an entry was not the easy part. We assembled at the back door like a Counter Strike team waiting for Sergeant's order "All Clear, Let's Go Boys". After a few minutes of hiding and peeping, guards went for Guthka and Bidi and the way was clear. Upon entering, fierce arrows was what took our attention, Woah!! This college has archery. The sport about which I had only read in my General Knowledge Book or seen on Doordarshan while changing the channel. But still, this college had to do a lot to impress. We then headed straight to the Canteen which was equivalent to the size of our 2 classrooms. No matter how bad your day was or you got a proposal, food is like that darling who's always there for you like Severus Snape. If the canteen was this large, the prices had to be too high. But opposite to our surprise, the costliest item on the menu was Shahi P...

So, it is Valentine's Day and like every year, my consistency of being single is more than that of Virat Kohli hitting centuries. With a hopeless head, I went to college just to find that all the ladies were on leave and I was surrounded by just boys. It felt like being a permanent resident of Haryana. On the chai break, I discussed the severity of this issue among my friends. One had a date later, another one like me was dependent on fapping to get some sleep and the third was fixing his Brazilian Omegle date. Instagram and Facebook notifications were full of virtual friends taking love oaths or on dates at Aukaat se Achi Jagah.  With inspiration from Tinder posts on Quora and ScoopWhoop, I decided to take the arrow myself too. This led to the installation of the holy app. The results appeared on the home screen but being an introvert I am, I was hesitant to do the swipes. Left Swipe- I had no right to reject someone who belongs from a gender I was taught to respect in...

Suppose you come home to find that your worst cuisine nightmare has come true. Namak wala Dalia is waiting anxiously for you followed by a full plate Khichdi which is injurious to your taste buds. That was my condition on 26th January when every one-day patriot was busy in celebrating the day. So, I decided to watch some flicks and it seemed like my Laptop had conspired against me by virtually pointing to the folders named Raees DvdScr (Audio Cleaned) - torrent and Kaabil DvdScr - XViD - [DDR]- torrent on the desktop. So, I decided to invest 04 hours 42 minutes of my precious life in both the movies. First one on the list was Raees. Raees felt like every typical gangster movie in which the protagonist hails from a poor background and rises to power. He has his eyes set on She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (if there is one in a trillion chance of  Hon'ble PM Mr Juicer reading it) and she acts as his love interest. The only thing which will stop your self-guilt ...

Whenever we hear this word 'Racist', first thing that comes to mind is "This happens in those countries with white people, we just have to read this word in Political Science Book". But if that word has nothing to do with my day to day life, then why does it keeps coming back like Dead Undertaker Returning to WWF. Like that chapter "Rosa Parks Sat Still" in our textbook was a case of America and Gandhi facing racism was a case of South Africa, then why we Indians should give  a damn to this issue. I am not writing this blog today just because the girl sitting next to me in the exam gave those disgusting looks to me yesterday on the basis of how I look. And trust me, I look good. Ahh!! Quite good (Well, at least not like Shawn Mendes or Charlie Puth ). After continuous taunts by my friends on this, I recalled the whole experience and came to the conclusion that this was Racism. That happened to me in India, No way. I mean what did I do wrong that I faced...

Ever Wondered in class 8 and class 10, when you were eagerly waiting for this one chapter in Science Book so that you and your friends can have a little giggle at the back and the girls can do the same while hiding their porcelain-capped teeth. Yes, this one infamous chapter was Reproduction. This chapter was the sole reason why textbooks were read before the session would start. Boys used to wait for the teacher to reach at the page where heavy description of penises, vagina and condoms were given. But unfortunately, the poor ones had to settle for how plants used to create offspring by transferring pollen grains. So, the teacher skipped those 4 pages. They must have some bad content which can affect our culture. If it was really BAD wala bad, then why the publishers wasted 4 pages of ink and paper to publish such manner less thing which would bring shame to me when talked about in public.  And if it was not bad and necessary for me to learn, then who would teach me?...