It was necessary...

Experiment: Random Observation

Aim: To make a girl unlock the door of a train belonging to the Indian Railways.

Pre-environmental conditions:-

(1) The train had just arrived at some random unexpectedly small, rarely lightened railway station with 1 minute halt time somewhere in between Howrah and Tatanagar.

(2) It was the third hour of a chilly December morning, things are not clearly visible.

(3) Despite being a Sunday, subtracting the daily morning passengers comprising mainly of the 9 to 5 working class, there was a substantial number of heads seen in platform no. 2.

(4) Both the adjacent doors were packed with passengers going up and down, the only option available was the door just in front on us. Unfortunately it was locked.

(5) We asked the only girl sitting sleeplessly in the side lower berth right next to out targeted locked door. All the other preferable male passengers in the vicinity were in their deep mid-sleep.

Procedure followed by the girl eventually:-

(1) She looked shocked as if Brad Pitt himself had asked her to marry him.

(2) After a 10 second delivery of that surprised look, she finally took some action. She managed to place every streak of her hair in the right placed.

(3) Another 10 seconds had past. We knocked the door even harder to make sure that she is well awake from her wedding plans with Brad. She finally rose from her seat.

(4) As soon as we got a slight ray of hope, she started managing her clothing, her kurta pulled to her knee length, her overcoat pulled down accordingly to match well with the dress.

(5) 10 more seconds gone. The rush from others doors was reduced considerably. We looked out for our adjacent doors but some invisible force changed our mind and we decided to give her one more chance to save the entire female community to be called dumb.

(6) Finally she made her first attempt before we knew it was supposed to be the last when she opened her mouth, ‘How does this thing work?’ She was not a science student; we derived, and as she was not aware of the fact that sound could rarely travel through a 3 inch thick glass, moreover even if it did, a person fully loaded in an early December dawn break could never hear a word.

(7) After that she stood there like a goat who didn’t know what to eat next. That’s the moment when we resolved that is was indeed a goat. We looked out for the adjacent doors which were now opened but busy.

(8) I gave her a last optimistic look before leaving the front door, still goatish! The train started gaining pace when we hurried. No female creature with us caused us any apologizing eyes innocent as a baby. I felt like screaming immaturely ‘God she is cute’.

(9) I couldn`t do anything else other than smile even though was not in a very humorous mood after I was awaken up early that morning after a late hour sleep. But we definitely arrived at our conclusion after we`d given her a decent time to save the tag over her community.

Conclusions:-

(1) Cute girls are Dumb.

(2) It`s hard to deliver abrasive words to such girls no matter how crucially they deserve them.

I realized...

Realization of the present had been a regular event in my life lately. There is not a single day when I don`t get lost into deep thoughts, leaving everything else in a trash aside for a moment, wasting my precious time which earlier I used to utilize doing nothing. I spend enormous amount of time sitting in front of the computer screen with an earphone into my ears, just staring an opened webpage, no clicks, no chats, no typing, absolutely nothing. I have no idea about the tracks enlisted in the playlist. Sometimes the playlist gets over and the media player stops, I still keep looking into the screen, expressionless, until someone enters into my room and shakes me vigorously.

It feels like ‘The paranormal activity’ when I get back my senses back from the heavy ‘thoughtful sessions’. Ever since I`d left home, there had been a number of new dramas being started in life, none of them being the ‘happy ending melodious’ type. People either disappeared constantly or opened apart so widely that their physical presence became unperceived. I tried searching for a person with whom I could share, but failed each time. Secrets started accumulating inside, some of them being really dark that my soulless shadow sometimes felt scared.

Today I find myself quite comfortable talking to machines more than man. They never reply back though but are really safe as are leak-proof unless the reason includes some kind of human intrusion. I remember first time I blogged, it was not meant to renovate myself into a serious blogger, covering recent controversies, pointing out black holes in our education system or maintaining a personal dairy pubic to all. It was just an immature attempt to recall some of the qualities of people around me that could make them smile a little, which it did.

I made some more attempts though all got ruined in a way or other. But it gave me a dump-yard to lose some of the dark ones and experiences that I couldn`t share with a bunch of human beings. I figured out complexities in one`s personal file that observing or reading from another file, analyzing it and present a report is not of question today. That`s why the machines. And that`s how I eliminated ‘choking to death due to over loading of data inside me’ as a possible reason for my demise.

Today I start my day not with a small pray to God but getting a level up in ‘Mafia Wars’! I open my eyes, get my glasses over my nose, un-sleep my laptop, and get online; the next 30 minutes or so in front of screen and ultimately get off the bed. And the following day I spend seeking for gifts, boosts, energy packs or a couple of level-ups. As long as other activities are concerned, I utilize my time again in front of the screen with unfinished poems, articles, stories, mainly from personal experience like the present one. But the important thing is that, if I`m wrong by any chance, getting my life into fishy hell, I find nobody to stop me `cause what I find in every other room in this institute is nothing but just another ‘me’.

Stay away

There are some things which we never want to notice but they get themselves enlightened with the spontaneous flow of time. These are some of the words that came out of that guy I recently met in a book store searching for a decent, thick novel that could be my any time-personal roommate during my stay in the college campus for the rest of the summers, who too had the same intention as mine, to get one as his companion all his way back home and suggested ‘The Afghan’, a novel by Frederick Forsyth.

This campus had been my home for the last 4 years. When I was leaving my place for this new home, it was brought to my notice by some of the friends of my elder brother who`d been in similar campuses about the abnormal sex ratios in the IITs. After my stay in Kota for the coaching stuffs, I already had a rough idea about the abnormality people occasionally talk of. But as the days passed, I observed some abnormalities in the abnormality I had the idea about. This led the "females" to "non-males" ….

He stated some of the similarities and some distinctions which create an environment of confusion between the males and the non-males-

Similarities-
(1)Both of the species have similar varieties of hair: long and short.
(2)Both have an extended portion of the hair all over their cheeks and the space between the nose and the upper lip, which is generally given the term beard/moustache in case of males.
(3)Both have a very strong intuition from time to time that something`s going the wrong way.
(4)Both of them find the synonymous gender relatively comfortable to talk about the other.
(5)Both avoid skin-to-skin contact with their counterparts even for a second.

Differences-
(1)The non-males get the perks and privileges of receiving all sorts of condolences from the respected professors.
(2)The same species has a unique quality of getting their work done by their counterparts whenever required.
(3)They are least involved in any kind of fun-related activity, there do exist some exception though.
(4)They have an extreme and incomparable power to mug up things, which make them deliver exceptional academic performances.
(5)They usually speak of equality, but whenever in a state of complication, they follow the quotation of naari-shakti and perform the call-the-dean operation.
(6)They are packed with tremendous volumes of supernatural egos, which are habitually overflowed in the form of sophisticated jealousy within the same kind, which comes out as a source of entertainment for the other.

Now that fellow moved his lips so frequently that I can`t recall each and every word he said. Actually he had his train at 1900 hrs, so we had our way back into the campus to his hostel. During the last convocation in front of the main gate, these are the words from him--“ stay away from them”.