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WEB JOURNAL OF RISHI. ENGINEERING FRESHMAN, PHILOSPHER, SARCASTIC. |
In my previous entries I did have mentioned about my mate Jyotirmoy writing a book. His book, Did She Love Me? has finally been released by Diamond Books and I was one of the few lucky ones to get a lot of free copies to read.
This review is coming quite late, sorry Jyo about it. So to start with, what I expected from the book was a typical love story about a college goer with a stereotypical end.
There Jyotirmoy disappointed me, the novel didn’t lived upto my expectations. It ranked much higher.
To outline the plot, it is very relative. Jayrish, the protagonist of the story, son of a rich guy, fights his way through social and family boundaries to study at IIT Delhi. But as fate would have it, how can a guy be spared without a bite from love bug? Enters the story is Shweta. Jayrish, like any tom-dick-harry feels for this beautiful appealing girl. This is from where the story continues on how Jayrish aka Jay takes a change over his much desired ambitions to little tit-bits of love.

I won’t spoil the suspense by summarizing the whole story but some of the points I really liked about Did She Love Me? are,
To add another turn to this review, I gave one of the copies of the novel I got from Jyo to my dad. Now, my dad doesn’t read modern novels, he’s much into philosophic Indian writers and Keats, Coelho etc. To my surprise, he finished the book in a night and I got a pleasant review from him the next morning.
My dad pointed out few places of mistake but overall even he said he could connect his college life to it. He gave it a 6 out of 10, which means a lot for me!
Concluding my review, I’d give my mate Jyo an 8 on the meter of 10 for Did She Love Me? I personally appreciate his hard work behind it, which made me ignore minor mistakes and critics. I saw the guy spending late hours typing the thing. That’s where he gets respect!
Way to go, Jyo! :)
Life is all about changes, its all about compromises, it’s all about you, they say. I still haven’t figured out what it actually is all about. There are different theories on different purposes of life.
These purposes are classified by priorities we give to them. Friendship stands among one of them. For me, it has always been a 10 out of 10 thing. I have many friends and I don’t mean on Facebook, which is about 750, by the way. I mean it for people I meet daily, have conversations and share time.
I give a major part of my day to them. Some reply back, some don’t. But there are people from whom I do expect a feedback. Let me tell you a small story about it.
My friends, those special ones, tell me that I have changed. They swear me on the name that I valued a girl in my life more than friends that I even tried cutting off from them … and its wrong. Really? I never see myself cutting off with people in my hard times. The only person I ever tried it was with myself.
But today, I see one of my closest not even remembering me once in last one week. From at least a single text or call daily to nothing. No, we didn’t fought or had bad times. It is just that now they have someone romantically involved in their life. I have no problem with it. It is actually a good thing. My problem lies with the fact that why call me when you are in a bad mood or having hard time to survive and need my help and motivation. Do I look like Robin Sharma? (he’s an internationally famed motivation guru who charges a fortune!)
I never mind helping even the strangers in their tough time but for the close people, why do it the rough way? I mean look forward to me only when you need me in the bad phase of situations? What about the good ones? Don’t tell me I am not worth sharing good times as given my hedonistic nature, I won’t accept it.
Conclusion to everything, my expectations of getting the good from people I did good to makes me wrong in my own sight. The faster I learn, the better it would be. Luckily, there still are people who are truly great friends. Although, a loss of one always hurt.
People change. I don’t. God’s intensity against change is one and I am God.
For people who don’t know, I maintain a blog called College Potato. Basically, the idea was to cover daily college hacks, study tips and entertainment stuff there. I did write few posts but couldn’t keep up the pace with which I wanted to continue it. Freshman life at college couldn’t let me bring in some time for it. A month more and will resume with it.
Anyways, some days back I was checking my mails where a guy from the neighboring college mailed me to help him out with starting his college website, setting up a newsletter and a Facebook community. I did sent him some links with guides on how to do them and added my personal advices to it.
The next day I get another email from him. He wanted me to do all the work, paid of course. I was like, fine. There, an idea stuck me to repeat the same experiment which I did after finishing school. Though, this time on a much broader scale. I decided to upstart. A new startup? Yeah, my part attempts have failed me but there’s never a loss in trying again. After all, experience comes from everything we do.
So I took forward the only brand I was trying to promote, College Potato, and kick-started a division under it called College Potato Media. The idea is to provide college students and societies with web based solutions, basically a maintained website or blog, a newsletter, setting up their SMS channels, Facebook pages and groups etc. for a very minimal price. I do have to pay for my broadband bills after all!
So far, I have three working clients. One being a local school and rest two are college societies maintained by their students. Not a bad start in my opinion. Looking forward to keep things coming the similar way.
Cheers.
R.
I have been writing short stories, poetries and stuff for quite sometime now. Never thought of putting it all to make a novel. But when my friend Jyotirmoy, who is releasing his first book next week, approached me to write one after reading my short stories, I gave it some serious thoughts.
Do check out my short stories:
How can I be over her when I was never with her?
So here it is. I am writing one. Just finished putting the layout, the character sketch and synopsis of the book. The protagonist is Raj Singh. Well, I like keeping the names filmy! ;)
That’s all I can share for now. Yeah, I am mean. I have also wrote the first three pages of the book; the introduction and shit. The rest shall follow for the end of this year.
Now I’m off to make another glass of the sexiest black coffee ever and get back to my The Vampire Diaries marathon. Ciao. Adios.
R.
I have no knowledge, no idea about what she’s up to. And you know what, I am not interested anymore. Yeah, fuck that! I am not giving up, I’m just bored of the sport now.
Sakshi tells me today that I’m overreacting. She wasn’t my girlfriend or anything that I’m behaving this odd. True. I never wanted her to be one. Given my Godly nature, I was first on fire when Sakshi told me that but then gave a thought over it. Not all of it is correct but yeah, some is.
I liked her. That’s the factor empowering my madness all this time. No more.
I am good on my own. I don’t need friends who would leave me on the way, walk on and never look back. Yes, Pika, it was for you. I hate you.
I have been too formal this whole time. I mean, fuck that, I am no sadist. Wonderland calls me! (listen John Mayer’s Your Body’s A Wonderland)
So what now? Maybe an early recovery from this chicken pox and continue fighting my chronic poisoning. Next, try not to screw up this semester.
O, I can already feel those upcoming two months semester breaks!
Adios.
R.
“Oye, wake up! Where’s your music system?”, Himanshu and Abhishek were in my room. I was tight asleep unaware of the time and the fact that I will miss Holi today.
“I don’t know. I guess Ankit bhaiya took it last night.”
“Fuck, man! We were really in a mood for a party. It’s Holi after all.”
“Okay, fine. Do close the door while leaving.”
The next when my eyes opened, it was around 2 o’clock in the noon. My roommate Aman wasn’t there. I was alone. Yawning, I walked down to the gate, and moved to see how’s everyone. The colony had already finished playing Holi. Damn. I missed it.
I kept on walking to this park where lil’ kids were still throwing water baloons and colors at each other. I sat on a bench nearby and was enjoying watching them.
All of a sudden, my damned ‘nostalgic’ nature took me back to September. The first time I met her. A recap of everything that happened and our recent end to everything we had.
“Huh! What was it!”, I questioned myself. I thought it to be some kind of infatuation at first, then realized it was a good friendship. Now, I was questioning it to be something else.
“I mean … how can I lose myself so much to her?”
I have been acting devastated and so un-awesome after our recent fight when she stopped talking to me. Although I did recovered knowing I am missing a major part of my life in sink. But it hasn’t yet made me back to what I was. Reason, unknown.
“Maybe I need to rediscover what it actually was … what all actually happened.”
Another recap of everything. I remember my buddies asking me to get over her and stuff. I mean, I was never with her all this time. Then how can I get over her? All she was this whole time, everything she meant to me was just a “good friend”. Someone who had common interest, in each other.
I never care about favorite books, thoughts, likeness etc. matching … All I thought of was “she cares for me” thing and, she had it. Had? Yes, I am not being judgmental but it is no more with her, or at least she isn’t showing it.
Another question arose - “Is she that special? I have friends that care about me, a lot. How much she become so special and important?”
I don’t know. I think it was the fact that she had a very monotonous life and we took interest in each other, improvising and bonding. That’s a different kind of friendship. Maybe too basic to understand. No, it isn’t one of those ‘boy-girl’ stuff. It was just a friendship that took too many turns. Too enough to weaken it, to make it vulnerable.
We didn’t hang out much. We talked on phone most of the time. We shared everything, well, almost. We were like live Twitter feeds for each other. Nerdy!
It ends. Always.
The mistake I did was start judging her. I am no Mr Perfect and she knows that. But she never judged me otherwise. I did that, with no bad believe but again, a mistake is always a mistake.
She couldn’t take it. I fed her up. The simplest kind of friendship we maintained broke.
“But hey, hopes are always high!”, I told myself and moved out of the park.
We fought over small stuff. I mean isn’t it common between good friends? Fighting over stuff then settling down cutely. But I never knew it would take a different turn for me with Pika.
She stopped talking to me. It’s been ten days since I last talked with her. I tried, but she never wanted. She’s avoiding me. She complained that I’ve changed, she needs no more fights, she doesn’t find like talking to me. Huh! She was always up for talks everyday and this statement all of a sudden. Blue.
How long would I have roamed frustrated? I gave up trying to convince her. I did find bad changes in me. Will rectify them. Actually, already doing that. But leaving it in the hands of God ki Pika se next baat kab hogi …
Till then. Adios.
He was ill. Couldn’t even feel his hands in the cold. Winds, December and dilli ki sardi. Things were surely not favorable. While shaking out of cold, he takes out the beeping phone out of his pocket.
“New Message from …”, he couldn’t wait to read from whom the message was. Maybe it was someone he was expecting!
“Tell me where you are.”
There was a sudden warmth, Adreline or something, he smiled and texted back.
“Near Cafe 18 Noida. Why?”
“Are you alright? Call me.”
He called her. Roaming is a bitch. The first mummer on the call and she could hear him cough.
“Are you alright? You should not be out at night.”
“I’m fine. Just a lil’ fever. And cough.”
“I am coming -“
”- what? No! Don’t.”
She hung the phone. He was confused. Half of his face was hiding that grin and half was busy worrying. Another cup of cappuccino was ordered for the rescue. An hour later, he received another call from her.
“Where are you exactly?”
“Listen, don’t come. It’s not good for girls to go out so late -“
”- I’m already there. Now tell me where exactly are you? It’s cold out here.”
“Well …”
There she was, in front of him. An exchange of smiles followed by her angry face. While she scolds him, all he could see was her face and big eyes. Damn, it was beautiful, part scary, but beautiful.
[to be continued]
Kya Hua Hai Main Khud Nahi Samajh Paaya Hu,
Baatein Thi, Sab Theek Tha, Aadatein Ye Ban Rahi Hai Ab Kyu.
Lafzon Ki Kami Hai, Shabd Milte Nahi,
Darr Lagta Hai Kahi Ye Ishq Toh Nahi …
Just a random creation, from maybe what’s going on my mind. Hmm.
Tanhai mein toh jeene ki aadat si thi hume, phir kyon dil dukha jaata hai woh muskurata chehra …
Rangrez Ke Rangon Ki Tarah, Rangon Se Ghira Hua Hoon Main,
Ek Kati Patang, Ek Udta Parinda Hoon Main.
Aye Zaalim, Mujhe Aashiq Na Samjhna Apna,
Bahot Bada Hawasi Darinda Hoon Main!
Random shit that happened in my mind during a boring Mechanical lecture. ;)
Tinka Tinka Kar Diya Aapne Mere Dil Ko,
Aashiq Na Tha Aapka, Aashiq Bana Diya Mujhko.
Pyaar Kya Hota Hai, Kabhi Na Jaana Maine,
Dard Kya Hota Hai, Yeh Bhi Sikha Diya Aapne.
Wrote it after watching Rockstar. Not very contextual to the movie but still, works! :)
@Rishi
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