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November 27, 2012 (Date of Dad's birthday)



Index of Journals
27-Nov-2012

• I had nightfall at 0945 and I woke up hurried and confused in the middle. I had slept for like two and a half hours.

• I called Anubhav Kohli to ask him for the exam timing and if the exam had started. No, the exam hadn’t. Then Abhishek Shukla messaged me that he was about to reach college, and after some 5 minutes he messaged that the viva had began. I called Anubhav Kohli again as he hadn’t called me as he had told he was going to do. “How come.”  Shukla asked me if I was home, I told him (keeping in mind that Discipline Committee is hearing at all times), “I woke up late because I had gone to bed late”.
• I ran for college with book in hand.

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Discipline Committee's Network:

• The FRENCHIE (spy) (thin, 5-feet-8-inches or something, just taller than me) (ankle high plain pants, sweater, blue, or brown sleeveless jacket). The spy was walking here on this side of the road I was on. I just kept my sight off, and steps after passing him crossed the road. 

• While I was on my way to the cyclist’s path after getting up the stairs steps to the main road, I see this golden color SX4 coming. It was the same as that of babaji or Seema aunt. I saw the driver after I saw the number plate; I thought I read ‘1457’ and then saw the driver. It was just someone. Then as the car passed me I turned and saw the number plate again, it was ‘1487’.

• As I had to cross the road, I saw a 469 on the stand and just leaving. I could have run for it but then I didn’t. I took my time in crossing the road and letting the red-469 go.

• For going to Laxmi Nagar, I just got on 534; I had to get down at Mother-dairy. I just sat at the back and left the stop. Near the turn to the right after Mother-dairy, I ran to the front to ask the driver to open the door but he refused. Along with me, there had come a girl with square face. I didn’t dig deep or scan hard; she was in dark-brown-check-design quarter length winter-coat like something. She too had requested the driver to stop but the driver just drove slowly past the traffic on the turn and stopped at the bus stop about 50 meters away. She was cute by the middle-class standards, she was fine. As we got down, a few steps after hopping with her, I just asked her where she was going. It was Laxmi Nagar. She had the ladies-handbag, and her nail-pail was blue.

• I told her that she can get the bus again after walking back to the turn. Later, she walked ahead to the spot where people had crowded. I stayed here on the other side of the road after crossing the road. Then I saw the bus coming and I too had to walk up to not make it difficult or risky for me to get on the bus. The local-mini-bus came and I got on it. She got on the same. I was sitting at the back. There was good crowd in the middle; she stood near-by the exit. She was not really visible; I didn’t bother to see either. I had to study. There was man on the window seat to my left. The crowd had got off of the bus at Laxmi Nagar. I shifted to the window and saw her. She was high walking, she was fast and jumpy. She had walked past bus, and then bus moved some, she was again in my view down on my side on the road. Then as the bus stopped, she was ahead again, but then she was high walking on the road on my left. She was visual-treat, she was cute. I now felt she was not real, and even if she were, I had no time or interest in watching her hop. Still, her follow was still long.

• A guy in formals sat just in front of me. He faced perpendicular, to my right, as he sat on the thin long bench stuck to the left side-wall of the bus. His sweater was grey, with diamond-shape drawn on it in black and maroon. He wore white shirt, formal pants and shoes. He was chinky from eyes. I was into my own book and sleep. Once he had pulled out some paper to write down something on it, he had some job it guessed. What did I care anyway, I was sleeping while reading. I had to study for viva. Later as I was sleeping, I had creviced this sight of him in sleep that he had looked here.

• During the return, a black man was sitting in front of the exit. He was young, crossed mid-20s, he was formals. As I was in sleep, once from the drop of the neck I woke and saw him looking here. Even in sleep as I looked at him, I noticed the jerk he had given to his neck to draw the sight off. It was just an awesome catch of the Discipline Committee’s network's presence.

• As I was sleeping, I was totally dizzying on the people on my left and right. On the window seat on my left was sitting an old man, he was tall and sat with back straight. Unlike me, how I sit with back bend forth like it has been such a long day. He wore plain blue sweater on the formals. On my right sat two men, they were like gay. As the man on my right put hand on the thigh of the person close to the window.  There was enough room here as it was only four on the seat. Even the bus was empty as there were only five six other people comfortably sitting in their space. I would like onto the old-man’s side, then at times on the gay-person’s side. I was actually in wide space to sleep, I was tilt on this person and as my neck had jerked down, I felt my specs-corner nick from his shoulder. That made me little more careful to not go like dying for sleep. It was on this time when I had dropped my neck and my specs had edged on the shoulder of the this gay-like-person and the black-formal-worm had been looking here, even I myself felt that I shouldn’t have given him a gay-impression of me.

• The TT had a face like the librarian I realized late. I had purchased the R10 ticket, but still I had only handed out the ticket. I noticed that he had asked for the place reaffirming. His voice had that rigidity that demanded a reply. 

• It is an over-bridge before Noida-crossing. So when the bus has to go up the inclination and then come down, the lose-sleeping-body goes by the gravity, waking the person up somewhat. Yes, and I looked outside the window that my stop was the next. I was really asleep that at first I thought I had missed my stop. As I got up to get down, I had not being lazy and had thought of going up to the exit and stand there. It was a man sitting in the path with his packages of clothes lying there. Those were about 40-40 (cm) poly-packages. The guy was sitting on one and I had to tell him to get aside, he did, but didn’t move the packages so I had to take step from around the two.

1651: There was this message on my phone:

Dear customer as per Govt. regulation, sending commercial/ promotional SMS will lead to disconnection of your service if you are not registered as a Telemarketer.

So now, I’m being checked for being promoting or commercially using SMS without registering. I hope they don’t still hang around those messages, which I had sent some two years ago.

• In the open square on the floor with lab, there was this girl on the three-seat-bench. It was Shobhita Saxena= from CSE2; she looks like Ishan Ghai's girlfriend, from short blobbed lips, cheeks, eyes and the face contour in width. I just sat on the seat next to her on which a book was kept. She asked me something and then herself told me the answer, I said ‘yes’ to it, and then she smiled and clarified that she was asking not telling. She was cute, cuter than Ishan's girlfriend, who is not even cute in my view.

• It was some 1145, when ma’am looked free in her seat. I had learnt from Nitish (113) that he had already been through viva. I went into the staff-room and asked ma’am for viva. She asked me if I was last. She was expecting the second group B also but they hadn’t come. She told me that it was off tomorrow. I didn’t know what that was for, she was little surprised when she answered, “GURU PURAB”. I let Nitin and Nitish tell her that group-B students hadn’t come today.

• I wasn’t prepared for viva, I had to be nice and like a puppy dog. I asked to take my viva. She asked for file, I hadn’t put index or cover. She pointed out to that. I had said silly thing, “I heard outside that you were not really seeing the file”, she was polite spoken as always and she didn’t say anything other than anything that meant ‘still everything okay’. She told me to always keep in mind that practical files are written only on the front page and the back side is left empty. Then she asked me what I had prepared, I said I hadn’t did deep into anything but some network layer and the others too. The questions came right away, “which device works on the network layer”. “Router” “What does router do” I was messing with the words, I didn’t know what exactly to say; I said ‘to establish connection, between sender and receiver’ while stuttering and taking ‘breaks longer than pauses’. She helped me finish the answer by saying, ‘okay, what is RIP’. I didn’t know what RIP was. I looked at her with eyes that said ‘what are you asking’ and said ‘I did not do topics that deep, it was only from above and the top’. She then asked me ‘ARP’. I said out ‘Address resolution protocol’ and then got stuck again in the words. I didn’t have the right words to use. I was stuttering and pausing where I needed to say the technical term. She finished the answer for me ‘it matches the IP address with the MAC address of the system’. I was saying it is the same ‘method’ ‘procedure’ that happens when we turn on a system, gross.

• I was in the class on the top floor with and then I had come back after completing my file cover and index. I was unhappy with my performance. I came down to give away the file. She came out of the room and told me to wait for her. I went in the staff room to wait as I couldn’t have waited outside and look crazy standing there alone. I went in and stood by the table of the teacher. There were these two teachers on the other table. It was behind me in the diagonally opposite corner, and table sides were perpendicular, both facing the door. The young man had face like pig, round nose, big nostrils, big round eyes, chubby cheeks and lips. The young lady teacher was chinky, fat and cute. The two were eating something. Then Uttam sir of 'Advanced Computer Architectures' (ACA) came there. He talked of the Object Oriented Programming 'OOPS' subject to the two. So cutie teaches OOPS here. She said out over a dozen topic names from the OOPS subject. Uttam sir has to go to take external viva in the other college. Uttam sir doesn’t teach OOPS but still he will take OOPS viva. This was so much an interesting thing to hear. Sir had also come looking for the Advanced Computer Networks teacher I was waiting for. 

• HOD had been here at the door. As I stood listening to the talk of the three, Uttam sir was standing easy, the pig-face also had seen me. Then once the chinky-fatso had also looked here. We matched eyes and then she drew them to avoid contact.

• Ma’am came and as checked my file, I just asked her of the external practical would be in proper; it was only to show seriousness. Her voice has a sharp female tone and her tempo of speaking is slow, so she seems extra polite with the words and the ease that she shows to other person.

• I had in mind to ask Uttam sir of Advanced Computer Architectures 'ACA' viva (third term for improvement) and he told me to come tomorrow. He is soft spoken; his voice is damped baritone, friendly to the ears. He walked on, but then as I had to get down the stairs, he just came back to me to tell me to inform others of the date too. I said ‘thank you sir’ to end the conversation on a properly worded note. If he hadn’t come back, the break would have been untimely.

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1300-1700: Manju buaji had been here and she was questioning amma about me sleeping. Amma told her about me doing full night yesterday. I had lunch on time before going to bed.

• 1825: Hardik had called when I was in toilet. He then later didn’t return to the two missed calls I gave him.

• I was outside by 1830, I saw Ishita (cutie) two other little girls (Esha) standing against a car. She looked at me as I was about to turn to head to the TT room. I gave a nod like ‘what’s up’ and she smiled. It was plastic, reminded me of how Apurva SOOD (CSE1) does, still I felt like it was the cutest thing I had this day.

1830-1920: TT with Hardik (he came by 1845) and Appu. I had played two games with Appu and I was hitting smashes and playing an aggressive game while still being fun.  Then Hardik played and the younger boys came over to ask for their rackets from Appu and Hardik. These two pricks don’t bring rackets of their own; Hardik doesn’t even have one as he is just a starter.

• Then as we were on the park-railing next to B1 parking, I see Mahima and Esha on the bench in the straight line from here to the B3 block. She was looking here and that was a clear indication for starting of contact. 

• Appu left by some 1915, Ojas had been here too. I just don’t bother to let him hear our jokes about us and laugh. Around this time, Mahima was on the swings, alone. It was again a chance she was offering as she had been looking here from the dark.

• After Appu left, then Ojas left Hardik and myself so as to go to Mahima. Cool.

• Later Hardik and I were on the benches behind C-block on the peripheral rounds. Hardik asks me if there has been anything recent between Mahima and me, the answer was an obvious ‘no’.

2000-2030: Amogh was here. In the flow of the talk, I let out that Naina had told me yesterday that she was not into Hardik and that I should tell him about it. This fumed Hardik and Amogh; they asked 'how can she say that to me'. She cannot be talking to me like that. Amogh showed his faked anger for the lady and asked me for the number so that he can just tell her who she is and what she had done. I was about leave at 2000 but I waited now to see the drama. Ojas was there in the parking and Amogh called him here by making kissing noise in the lips like he was calling his dog. Hardik got high and he was like in great want to escape any scene now, so he made an abrupt walk out by shaking hands with us. Naina didn’t pick up, great for her.

October 26, 2012 (Tanuja Nautiyal on Facebook)



Index of Journals
26-Oct-12

0040: I was trying to do some study about MYSQL and PHP after being distracted on blocking Tanuja Nautiyal backstabber. She had made this change in her profile-cover-photo to tell her of change in the state of her mind. She changed from cute-cartoon-pussy to some picture that of a fiery-Indian-bride or maybe like that of Hindu Deity SHERA WALI MATA. I was listening to ‘Hall of Fame’ by ‘The Script’ band for motivation. 

Her Cover-Photo was this girl, I couldn’t find the exact picture on the net, but the girl is the same Disney-princess. Guess what, the lady has got quite the same smile.

(Disney princess and the Pixar's superwoman Elastigirl from the 2004 movie ‘INCREDIBLES’.) She was trying to copy my style of silent-visual talk but barely knew of when and how to use, she was just trumped so bad that she is going to remember for long now. This silent-visual-talk is not used for in-house people, because it could be destructive, we don’t do destruction where we are trying build up things. So, silent and quick talk should be used when one wants destruction, when one wants construction, one has to speak up, one has to go in proper controlled pace and not explode. I had been on my old-FB-school-profile and I noticed that most teachers, mostly lady, had now joined FB; it was a gross thing to see. I sent Sunita Ramrakhiani (high school chemistry teacher and EKLAVYA house coordinator) friend-request, she and I three mutual friends. I didn’t check any profile but the two that I saw had some 40-50 friends. What the hell is happening here! 0140: I had several sneezes and then suddenly the Notebook blacked-out due to power-down. I came to the room and was moving things from the bed to the table. 0215: I had several sneezes, damn. 0230: I was in bed but without deep-breathing, it was not really possible. I lay in bed against my chest as the liquid that gets generated from the damaged walls of the nasal-system gets collected in there itself instead of flowing out from nostrils as how it happens when I am awake. It was highly uncomfortable soon to sleep just in this position. I thought of my Omicron-web-education-project to keep the thoughts of Tanuja Nautiyal backstabber out of my head. Sometimes I feel skeptic about building it all up by myself, I feel helpless and alone, there is an awful lot of work. I was thinking of someone, somebody whom I could ever in life look up on for taking help in this project in any way possible but no, I could not really think of one such trustable person, it is all so gross around me. Somewhat Varun Chaturvedi, the summer training Java trainer at HCL, young man’s name was coming to my head, but he had left the batch in between, what the hell was that. 0345: I had several sneezes while I was still awake and trying to catch sleep. I was lying with my head half on the edge so that I don’t sleep and all the fluid that gets generated get collected inside of my throat, nasal system whatever. The 7-8 sneezes that shook my entire system and brain up, everything was new after the sneezes, except for the illness. I sat down to write about the recent hours, and then I was programming. 0515: I had sneeze-streak again and I got up to have warm water, one and a half cups. It felt a lot better. I watched this movie that I thought to watch for a little while only to distract my mind, and not watch it whole. The movie is 1997 release, ‘Good Will Hunting’ starring ‘Matt Damon’, awesome movie, even little portion that I have watched. 0600: Uh, several sneeze again. I think I got this bad sneeze-disease again because of washing face or splashing eyes too often. 0630: I had warm water and I lay down in bed with my back against the pillow and back-rest. I was asleep until 1000. 0930: I woke up with nose jammed and leaky, I went to the toilet, and when I was back to rest, Seema aunt came on the door calling out for Prashant to wake up. She was being noisy like he was the only one sleeping here. I was up by 1000. 1030: Message for Digital Circuits and Systems II (DCS2) tuition at 1500. 1120: I thought of installing Windows-8 on COMPAQ laptop and Srishti looked like in good mood and she didn’t throw fits now and said okay. It was a good thing to have on mind as I would not want to think of Tanuja Nautiyal backstabber after I had blocked her last night on seeing her newly changed pathetic cover photo of a gory married Indian woman from the last of a cute-cartoon-princess. I thought of Nishant Adhikari who was staggering in voice when he had called in the afternoon yesterday, I don’t want him to be doped by Discipline Committee of College. I am also thinking of blocking or un-friend more people on FB like Abhinav Chaudhary who are doped. His posts are like so abusive in Hindi like he is on to breaking someone else’s record. He reminds me on my abusive posts from last to last year, but they were in English and this guy uses Hindi. The other day he had posted four-five rhyming lines in English, to which I wanted to give a competition but no, I don’t really do anything on FB that might look like my personal act. 1130: I brushed and was back to installing Windows-8 but it never happened. There was awful amount of content in the laptop and there was no other storage device to take the back-up. Srishti was watching TV and was not at all interested in what I was doing with the laptop. For making the pen-drive bootable, the requirement was of 4GB and mine was of quarter to four, so there went all the plans. Srishti was ignorant, I too lost interest now. I was thinking about how to get the work on Omicron-online-education should be taken forward. Typing books was not really a nice idea. I calculated that there are some 400000 pages in the house and it takes some 30 minutes to type one without indenting it. I had to think of new plan, so now I think of scanning the books and then just editing and re-presenting that content in different lay-out and orientation. I then thought of hand-written answer-pages and scanning them and making available online. This will make the work for those who would write answers extremely simple. Also, Steve Jobs always wanted to make technology and art meet, he always wanted to make things easier for everyone to use without the support of anything intermediate like stylus for touch screens. He preferred the use of fingers. F*** laws and copyrights, which is what Sean Parker (founder of peer-to-peer music exchange site - Napster) thought when he held the music-industry by its throat when he was 19. I am a programmer I have to care about managing the data and about how to produce it. I will scan the content that I will need now. I was telling Srishti to at least think of helping in writing answers to math-problems but she is totally absurd. 1230: I had Idli, it was good. 1320: I came to amma’s room and see her cleaning the cupboard where babaji keeps his things. She was cleaning and putting out the papers that were of no use but were still occupying space. She was keeping the six CDs of Anu which were completely useless. I took them and went out to throw them. I broke, bent and crushed them and threw in the bin. It was not understandable why amma wanted to keep them, she keeping me away from the other three CDs. I was somehow able to get the other 3 CDs when amma was not looking at them and I put them under my shorts-elastic and then went out to break and dispose them. 1350: Amma was looking at birth-astrology-file of both buaji and dad (Babbu / Viresh). She said, “What can I do of this birth-astrology-file since dad (Babbu / Viresh) himself has expired”. I just looked at them and kept them along for a while, but Hindu-astrology seems to be more or less meaningless to me. I just had to tear it and then throw it away as amma told me to. I just noted down a few facts from it: Birth date: 27-Nov-1958 Time: Morning, 0400 I also found my certificates from school kept there and the Physics-answer-sheet of the first terminal of class XII in which I had got 16 out of 70. 1400: I was back in the room. I sat in the chair, thinking, felt tired. I was tired. I was thinking of what to do with my answer-sheet and certificates. I had to scan them and it felt like hell lot of work. 1530: I was on the Notebook; I was listening to this Bollywood ARTI (song about God), good background music. I was feeling like I was somewhat sick and that I should not take it lightly. 1557: I recalled of tuition, shit, it was totally out of my mind. I felt bad for my mistake. 1600: I scanned the Qatar-1-riyal note and took the feeling of tearing it up. 1630: I ate last two Idli and rice. Amma came over to tell me that the Idli were for Anu, well she came too late. 1700: I was doing scanning of certificates and the passport-size photos of dad (Babbu / Viresh), Prachi when she was in early-primary, Smita when she was in playschool, and me when I was in early-primary and also when I was in XI. 1810: I tore the certificates after scanning as they were not really as important. One was of participation in Science Olympiad (VI, Jan-2003), one was of intra-school quiz (VII, 2003), and one was oath-certificate (XI, 2005) for not doing drugs entire life. I was writing about the day. 1900: I was starting feel better until now and then there came sneezes to split my system lose again; it really isn’t lose though I should be happy. I was feeling cold in my legs; I changed to the light-aqua-green-cotton-pajamas from sport-shorts, better. 2100: I got up. I noticed that it isn’t really the cold that dries my lips but they tear up after I sneezes my lungs out. I ate the rice-chapatti. I was eating in the living room; I had taken sauce in the plate. During some movement, the spoon fell on my pajama leaving a long mark in red sauce there. I put my plate on the dining table and the Seema aunt took one of my chapatti, what the hell was that, she murmuring to herself that she keeps feeling hungry. 2116: I got the message for 'Digital Circuits and Systems II' (DCS2) class tomorrow; it was a surprise because usually it does not happen on Saturday. 2120: I went to wash the pajama and then changed to the shorted, blue one. 2140: I was lying in bed and there was a call from an unknown number. I just started listening and the guy was Arun, a reservation-seat-for-backward-section-freak from the class. He wanted to come in the group as he was unable to form a group yet and Dinesh had told me that he was with him, just see how it happens. I told him that Ravi had done the most work and I did the documentation. The group could be of four people and we were three, including Neha. I told him to ask Ravi. He asked me the number and I told Ravi on messages that I don’t want Arun in the group and that it is you who owns the project. I gave him the number and then since Ravi hadn’t called back yet, I had to call him. I was thinking of doing something about it, I was thinking of helping but it would have obviously lowered the value of our work. I thought of charging him money for allowing him in and I wanted to talk to Ravi about it. Ravi was cool hearing it and was telling me to be plain and simple like ‘no the work is done so no more adding’. I told him to do what he is telling me to do. He didn’t really come along the idea of charging money but he was never against it. I just told him to tell him that we purchased the project and that Arun has to pay, and he could charge him as much as he wishes to. 200R is reasonable and the market-price. 2210: I was studying. 2225: Now Arun asks me Neha’s number, I gave him Ravi’s number. I had to now call Neha; I was calling her form Seema aunt’s number, she would not pick up, I had also sent message from my number to pick up the phone but missed calls were the only result. I called her from my number and she picked up. I told her that she should say that Ravi purchased the project and that if Arun calls her she should give him Ravi’s number. 2230: I was studying, and Anubhav asked me Neha’s number. First time, I wrote ‘Neha’ and then my number. He recognized and asked me for Neha’s number again, I gave him Ravi’s number and he was pushing for Neha, I re-sent Ravi’s number. 2300: I had warm water. 2310: I was studying Advanced Computer Networks, and my scalp itched badly because of dandruff that would rain when I would itch. 0120: I stopped studying the single one page topic that I had kept opened for over two hours now, it felt pathetic. 0205: 20-deep-breathng

September 28, 2012 (Day of heavy surveillance and reminders)



Index of Journals
28-Sep-12

I was up on time to the alarm sound by 0815. I did deep-breathing 20 times and got just before 0830. I didn’t want to be late today so I was not able to brush as Anu had been in the bathroom. I had got the brush out from Anu but driver was standing here, and waiting for babaji to indicate to ‘let us go’ thing. Anu was coming along because she had to go to the temple in Tri-Nagar and do donation for the occasion of one of the ten-holy-days that are going on. Buaji is easy in talking to Anu. Babaji dropped me on Laxmi Nagar. I was at HCL on time, maybe 10 minutes late and there was no one in the class-room. I needed sleep; I just sat on the chair and rested my head on the back-rest. I was just taking a look at the alignment of the room and the reflecting-glass panes and the camera in the first cabin that is separated by our room by glass-panes. Sir came at 0930 and I now sent messages to Sneha and Gaurav. Sneha tells me that she was not coming as she has an exam on Sunday, and she had told this to Gaurav yesterday. These idiots didn’t bother to tell that to me. Gaurav didn’t reply.

Sir came and told me to study the interview questions on Java-collection API. Also then, he wanted his computer, actually the computer that he uses. I sat on the one on the side. Well, I was just sitting there and there was nothing to do, so I just started to read about the very old confusion of mine about the spellings of the words ‘receive’ and ‘believe’, wow.

HERE IT IS I GOT AN IDEA, JUST NOW, I WILL BE USING A FUNNY TONE JUST TO EASE UP MY MIND LITTLE BIT AND TRY TO RELAX, OF COURSE. I MEAN, I AM GONNA CONSIDER THE BRAD-PITT STYLE/ FUNNY-AMERICAN STYLE OF SPEAKING OUT AS I WOULD THINK.

Okay, so wow, I was looking at it and remising what I had in that letter to the funny-communication-skills staff, it’s almost like I love to abuse, damn it, I shouldn’t start talking to myself at the end of the day. All these days I have been writing like some horror-psychological fiction or something, duh-damn-it. Okay so where was I, now, I was reading the thing, yeah, it goes like, “I before E except after C”, sounds funny but that is all it, yeah, all it. I think I had become too drowned in the past and I was thinking about the time that had been and no matter how much I tried it never got any better but only got worse. Well, I don’t even have to care about it now. My eyes had turned wet when I was thinking of Anshu ma’am, how it had been, it was feeling pathetic for being like whatever.

A student came for 11:00 AM-batch and I too wanted to go. I got up and just asked sir what was all left now for us to study. After that, it was just ‘yes sir’ - ‘yes sir’ as sir told me about my phone and PD (pen drive). It opens like Swiss-knife so sir looked at it cautiously this time as if I had taken out something new and also that I take it out of polythene that is also odd.

I came down and as I reached the stop the same old shit of people, playing around me started (yeah must be from college Discipline Committee).

There I saw a number of things, a number of people and I just had my psyche focused with a point-of-view, a point of vision, that I am being followed and that I should just stay aware of my surroundings, or whatever. In order to objectify them, I am going to use a table to list them, much better way than to write them in continuous form and just not able to get away with the emotions that might arouse, the heart that gets heavy.

I was expecting the woman and the neural-diseased-kid, but they were not here.

1. Four five old men on the bus stand, I thought what the hell, I considered it normal after a second, thinking that I should not be too much bothering into just believing that everything around here is a fake. They were gone, all out after a while. It was not just the four-five old men on the bench; it was also on the platform that I felt that even in the crowd that was standing I could see one-or-two middle-aged old men. Well, I didn’t want to mess up my mind right up then so I just waved it off of my head, considering it as a coincidence.

2. There was a mother and a girl-child sitting there on the bench. I just looked at the girl and her face somewhat matched with her mother. I just looked at her and she and her mother were dark-brown. It was just normal; I considered them just as ‘people on a bus-stand’.

3. Those three young boys, they were dressed like they were hanging out or that was just the convention in the boys of their age today. I was walking on the road while waiting for the bus and a boy pointed out on me while telling his friend to get a hair-do like mine, yeah, this clean-bald-hair-do, small tiny hair seen just as the surface of the head. I just looked at the two once and the one to whom the comment was made had his back to me, so just as I walk back, I could now face him and he was checking my head out, to what his friend had just suggested.

4. I noticed the stylish way keeping their ear-phones plugged into their ears and wire coming down to enter their pockets. The two who had passed suggestion were. Why a show of phone accessories?

5. a) The girl in the lemon-colored suit. It was a suit with particular design, I don’t know the name. I can try to describe it, it fits tight, but doesn’t look skin-fitted, yes maybe, it does but it looks extremely sexy if it fits to the physique of the girl on the breasts and waist. It fits closely on the shoulder to give them an edge, like men’s-tuxedos. The sleeves coming down to the fore-arm make the woman appear to have even broader shoulders. I asked Srishti to name such a design but she said there is not a name defined for the definitions I gave her and sleeves of suits are of arbitrary length and are not fixed already. Maybe she doesn’t know enough. I had seen this type of suits on Anshu ma’am (Communication Skills). The one that this girl was wearing looked exactly like the one I think I had seen on the teacher last time or before, she looked extremely hot as always, actually her skin is also bright so it kind of glows and her suit are like this clean and well maintained, perfectly fitted, she looks hot.

The first time I saw it was just like okay, its fine, she wearing a bright color suit. Then I just looked at her other things and started doing the comparison a minute or two later, it wasn’t instantaneous.

b) This girl was thinner, and yeah shorter by an inch or two from Anshu ma’am, who is closely as tall as me or one or two inch shorter, I can’t really tell. Well, simply speaking, this was a girl, and Anshu is a woman, must be 29 or something.

c) This girl had cheek bones that made her face-contour look similar to that of Anshu ma’am. I think this girl had a comparatively small face so that I doubt to consider it to a squared-face like that of Anshu or the film-star Anushka.

d) She was standing with her back against the pole, just the way that I do. She was on the pole that was just before mine. She stood facing the opposite side window and her back to the pole, I stood facing in the direction of the bus and watching her, at a distance lesser than 1 meter.

e) She wore these lose black slacks with the Ladies-suit and I think the color combination of lime-and-black was sexy. She wore regular sandals, the sandals seemed just regular for a young-woman, I never really saw what Anshu wore in her foot.

f) This girl had this Nokia qwerty-keypad phone and it was fine, purple handset. It was just fine in the girl’s hand. I don’t know why these people would be showing me cell-phones do they want me show up some phone that I don’t have, or either do they want me to break in one now while they are on the watch. I think this is very pathetic and an old trick to get the crime out of criminals, but this is so stupid if they are trying to hit that on me.

On 24th, that woman with the kid was brandishing the huge-touch screen; she had seen my phone with flap-and-keys and small-body when she had asked me time. Two days later, the hot-chick in the metro-feeder showed of the Blackberry phone with QWERY keys. Now today, even this girl had a QWERTY keypad phone. The psyche-readers had learned of my taste and then chosen phone-models in the hands of the girls.

g) I think I liked her hair but these weren’t straightened like falling down to the gravity, like how Anshu has. This girl’s hairs were fine but were natural lose curls near the end and fell to the point just below her shoulders. She had put eye-liner and I saw her face when she looked at the street-entertainer man who was singing behind me. I found her face a little too close to average, maybe just fine. I didn’t really get her face into my head; I just didn’t do it for my own mental-health’s sake. She had these irregular, little out-of-perfect-shape eyes that somewhat seemed similar to that of Anshu, but I didn’t really stress on her face features, because obviously it wasn’t her and I am not blind. Maybe I also wasn’t in the very mood to get around girls again, so I just minded my own self on checking her clothes out, that’s it.

There were two guys standing even ahead of her, and when the bus had jerked off on speed-breaking, she was pushed to that guy. My vision was calm and relaxed even as I literally move my neck while checking her out, which was a sign that I was just comfortable.

h) I never bothered to peruse her face the way I did to her clothes, I didn’t try to picture her nose, eyes or lips, and it was simply because I didn't want to provoke any contact.

6. This street-singer was singing in the bus, he got on just after me, I guess. Girl and I were at the front and he started to sing sometime after I had already got around the girl to watch. Okay the girl also had got on the bus later, probably, she wasn’t on the stand. She didn’t go behind and just stood there, yes. The singer had got on even later. When he had started to sing the girl had looked at him like ‘what-is-it’. I didn’t turn behind, I was just getting to see the girl’s face now and all that I mapped out was that though her clothes were, her face wasn’t similar to Anshu. I had quite an enough of checking this girl now I just turn my face to the window on the opposite side, just parallel to this girl’s facing, she had never looked up or around, she always was into her phone. This man sung this quite an awesome filmy-song on god, I think it was loveable, its tune was awesome. I was just drowned a bit into hearing it after I had turned my attention off of the girl. I noticed that this man sitting below me, had looked at me when I drew my eyes off of her, and later he himself had glimpsed her, and the man who sat one seat at his front had also checked her out in one quick view, the girl was cute, simply.

7. The man had sung one more after this but I didn’t really like it, rather it was funny. When he finished, he started to collect money, people gave him coins. I just raised my hand to say ‘it is fine’ then bringing it to my chest to denote ‘it was fine, and I am sorry, spare me’. He had moved on but just immediately thought that I was being rude somewhat. I didn't notice when the girl got down, but I was quick to notice the space that she had freed.

8. I was cursing 'what the hell' 'why the hell' when he got my attention but his second song had a very nice tune, and it was actually a Bollywood-made.

9. I was standing in my place just I had after getting my attention off of the cute-girl. I was actually not holding onto anything, I was standing against the pole. There was this girl, of brown complexion but she was cleanly dressed in her brown Ladies-suit and nicely done hair, all tied combed and tied. It was only in one momentary glance that I got this information about her looks. It was when she was coming to the front and bus speed-broke to jerk and throw onto me. I was to the pole and was unmoved. She had come way too close but she got to me with her arms folded, which I thought wasn’t good for a moment. I didn’t take more than that momentary second to let the thoughts clear. I didn’t even watch her back. I was just on my own with my head tilted to the pole and eyes to the buildings passing by.

10. The woman who sat with her husband behind me was breast-feeding and I just noticed it later. I noticed one guy watching it and other watching him to get an indirect enjoyment. I just turned my face away from that all.

11. There was a man of about six-foot-four-inch height. He had stopped just over my head so that I turn my neck like ‘what-the-hell, go-pass’. He went ahead and sat on the seats behind the driver. Later he was standing on the first pole in the way I do, with his back against the pole and looking out from the front-glass-pane, but I just noticed the distance of his head from the top of the bus and compared it with Salil-fufaji’s. He could stretch his other arm to the pole next to the driver, something that I couldn’t have done, and he was so comfortable.
One important thing to notice is that other than those boys on the stand there was no one who ever made eye-contacts today. They don’t, they didn’t match eyes because had they eye-balled and tried to lie, it would have allowed me a direct way catch their lie. That is how liar are doubted, if their eyes dodge, involuntary contraction, expansion of pupil. This was probably the reason why shape-changer-Megha-ma’am (Operating Systems, Database Management and Systems, Data Warehousing and Data Mining) had not matched eyes when I had been to the college on 26th, faggot. The chick or anyone in the bus had made eye-contacts on that day either while returning home. The other healthy girl who wore black-shirt and over-size aviator-glasses had done that to prevent eye-contact. On yesterday, the woman-with-child-with-neural-disease on the bus-stand near HCL center had deep-sighted and we had caught the glance of each other momentarily from still an unusually large distance and she had retracted the sight off quickly, showing that she was a fake and happenings of today are a proof.

Today, the psyche-watchers must be in the background, probably sitting comfortable on one of the seats in the elevation at the end of the bus. These people have gone total nuts; I hope they feel like wasting time once they can’t catch my pride.

They are trying to use ‘Classical-conditioning’ to make me learn to control my reflexive actions, involuntary stimuli on seeing girls. They had tried to use girls, along with mobile-phones and references to God, both today and on 26th. Now when I would think about girls my thoughts would somewhat be redirected to mobile-phones even though there is no connection between the two.

In the morning, when I was writing my attendance in the register just as I had got on the top floor, there came out the only lady teacher (for Dot-NET) in the reception from inner room and she looked at me through the glass-pane. That glance wasn’t a normal, casual one; it was like ‘okay, so he has come’, sounds like a very vague guess, but yes that is how I felt, like she knew something.

Why just her, even the driver had matched eyes thrice times today. Once before I had got into the car in the parking in the morning, but it was casual, not really inciting anything, it was absorptive, yes which was why I never really sensed anything. Even later, the second time, we got to match the eyes was when he looked here back at me from the rear-view mirror to ask if he should stop and let me out. I didn’t sense anything; he was naturally in absorptive (or confirming-mode) mode being the driver, like working for me, in this case. It was in the afternoon that he was putting down the keys on the table and he just looked to say ‘okay’ and I felt that his eyes were questioning, yes, his sight was questioning. He too is doped in that case, so now most information about the inside of the home should be out there known whoever is running the witch-hunt on me, damn it.

He has seen me number times in the afternoon, and at home I wear these stupid clothes, many times this six year old yellow check shirt, which now even fits closely. The thing is if driver would go telling that I wear shirt at home, it will be a new thing for college Discipline Committee to know as I never wear a shirt while getting outside the house, one reason behind it is that I don’t really own too many shirt.

The driver had asked for an increment of R1000 at the starting of this month when Seema aunt had left to see off Yashvir uncle in Gujarat. Seema aunt made the increment and the driver retained the job here, was that cooked too.

Another strange thing that came to my mind while writing was the gay-type act of Gaurav (from HCL), I don’t know how far in time, he had twice or thrice times acted like gaily groping me, WTF. If he is involved already, I was right to doubt the beep that blows whenever I would be beginning to talk to him on phone. Yesterday, he had called from an unknown number and had not mentioned his name when I asked ‘who’ and said ‘one who makes you laugh’. 

I don’t why my phone would be automatically restarting sometimes. I don’t know if it is because of its battery and SIM holding part is on the verge of going down, or if there is some way to make the SIM re-install itself from outside using some hack, then my phone is under attack as I have been thinking that most probably my phone is under watch.

This isn’t all after all, they had checked me for homosexuality, yes and it wasn’t when the college was on. It had started in the times of summer-training back in June; the two guys who would walk in the opposite direction to me in the morning could very possibly be set-ups. The first one that goes just after I get on the track after turning, is the fat-one, shorter and literally over-weight with his fat coming out on the belly. The second one would pass me after I am in last half of the way; he would be taller, just as much as the first one would be shorter than me. He would wear a shirt, and looks healthy, dark and kind of, home-boy.
When I got a tiny-bald-hair-do, I recognized his short hair, damn it.

What’s the after-effect of all this shit, I have seen homos giving **** to each other sometimes while my thoughts would just be going in every direction.

More than that, it has been long time since the classmates in the class have also been infected to an extent. I cannot really name too much now, but here is a list:

• Aditya in fifth semester. He had told me open up a blog in which he was to put his crime-fiction short stories and I could have put up my songs. I had always considered that his real interest. Today it so much seems that it wasn’t, he wanted me to see his talent to write down crime-stories. I was being checked for my interest in the crime. The college Discipline Committee was testing if I was only in about writing on crime-stories or my interest in crime was practical. They did not find much, as there wasn’t. My FB and the blog were being watched back in the first quarter of this year, when I finally closed it down and un-faced my FB profile.

• Apurva Sood in fifth semester. She used to cross-eye me from the last row; it was for a reason and not just a coincidence. The lady was into getting to me, she was trying to bait, and she was inquiring my behavior.

• Shruti Barahpuria in sixth semester. She would be taking bus with us Laxmi Nagar boys; she would be standing with us. It was for her to listen to our talk, our conversation, know our group interests and to also an attempt to curb my abusive Hindi-tongue.

• Apurva Sood in sixth semester. Once or twice, she would eye on doing something good, like after the results are declared or something, it was to create a feeling of jealousy. It was also Shruti Barahpuria, and not just her.

• Saurabh Banga in sixth. The T2 guy was stalking me for my actions, behavior whatever. He had seen about a dozen times, around the canteen or in common areas when I would be around girls. 

• People from my summer-training class were surely questioned. Like my group, Rakhi was surely questioned as she was asked for how she had known me and if she still were on any terms with me, back in March after I openly split with Tanuja Nautiyal (backstabber) ma’am. Nidhi Garg and her Shorty friend were told to interest me. Well, I didn’t really go after them, or showed interest.

• Then people from Ahlcon School were also questioned if they recognized me and my reaction on seeing them, like ALINA RIZVI (one year senior at school), Anurag SAXENA (classmate from XI, XII), Shreya SOOD (same batch).

• Just fifteen days back on 13, 14 and 15, I felt that there were like each day a ‘hi’, ‘hello’ thing with Arushi, who is a nice person to talk to, and eye-matches and sort-of-opportunities with Apurva Sood. It was of course unusual.

I was back at home on time and amma was complaining as usual to ask me why was I back so early and hadn’t been to college. I was eating by 1200, and Seema aunt cooks fine food in the morning, I mean I don’t have to force it into me. I would be enjoying eating. I was resting until 1400. I was then on internet and I never got up from Notebook. I was downloading a movie until 1900 and doing stuff whatever felt like. I had food on time, and as I was sitting in the living-room, I too got to hear the speeches of Jain-Muni on cable-TV. I didn’t really like it at first, but out of respect I was still hearing and I think, I liked it as the time passed. It was fine, relieving for my messed up soul up to a whole lot, in the evening it was on celibacy, which I really needed to hear.

I was on FB and I read this news that Dell is coming to the college for recruiting and Gareema Sethi had told students to meet. Well, it doesn’t concern me as I am not even eligible. I felt a lot it is fake, now it is only Dell and the 'Training and Placement Officer' who knows the truth.

I never got off of Notebook, the day had been busy and I started to write about the day around 1900 and I was just casual in the approach in between to not let myself stress-out like how it happens on the usual. I have learnt that when it comes to writing about one particular event or something like a bus-ride it is far more easy and better to make a table and write down in points. No point of introducing cooked-up continuity.

At 0030, I was on internet to download some songs and then I was FB. I just typed in Tanuja Nautiyal’s (backstabber) name and it showed her up. Her profile was very open, public, so she is exactly 15 years older than me. Her last name is same as her husband’s who seems like a cutie-pie just like her, it’s NAUTIYAL. Anshu ma’am wasn’t found in search, good for her. I was seeing the change in hair-styles that Tanuja Nautiyal brought in her hair in last two years. Well, for Anshu I only remember that after she got her hair straight, there had also been change in her, attitude, face, and friends (she was now seen alone sometimes, without the Shweta Sharma). Her straight hair and the new avatar was a sign of some big change in her life. When she would pass from around here, she looked like as if she fantasized a lot about me.

The profile picture she had used was a cartoon. The cartoon showed a girl from above her shoulders, seemed Chinese, her hair was a bob cut, head bend down, and a side view in which her hair covered her face. The cartoon was cute showing the gloomy girl, with creamy white background, big chinky eyes half closed looking down, and her brown hair falling down to her cheeks.

Sometimes these days when I would think about Anshu ma’am or about the Tanuja Nautiyal, my eyes would be watery, and it is pathetic but still like I will actually be thinking about her while listening to some stupid Bollywood sad-romantic song. Back in March, the very short meetings when we had that brake introduced between us, it was like as if she had come over to tell me ‘dude, you were good’ and I walked over yelling ‘lady, I am the best’.

Tarang Mahajan, F2 section, rich fatso had put a status that seemed to be a work of college Discipline Committee. It read, “I would rather die on my legs, than live on my knees”. It had garnered like over 16-17 likes, and as many comments. I didn’t really get it on my head, as I know it is philosophy. I want to go literal into it and say something, Stephen Hawking is full-body paralyzed and he is getting praise from the entire universe. In that case, this fatso who got admission into this lame college for dot-4 million INR (0.4 million or 4,00,000) of his father; he should die even if he had eight legs.

I had called Nishant sir (from HCL) just randomly around 2100 and I asked him for exam and he said it should be over by next Saturday.
One holyshit news, Prashant was back here until Monday around 2100, damn it; okay let’s just not talk about that, crazy, ha-ha, remember funny-American style.
There is something tied to the railing just next to the guard-room outside my window, crazy, it is something that I in my mind imagine to be a camera, shitty.
I stopped writing by 0245, went down to sleep by 0315.

April 25, 2012 (Dad's cremation)



Index of Journals
25-Apr-2012

Last night was a difficult one. I first noted the time 0630 in the morning, but I was not awake until 0745 or something. Around 0700 I had started to hear noises coming from downstairs, it was like I was hearing to Shruti, Srishti, Anu and maybe other cousins. I knew people were told to show up as early as 0600, which was why I had tried not to fall into deep sleep again the first time I was awake. I needed to get enough sleep, I needed to make sure I am alright when I get back to studying; I needed enough rest to not let anything get on my mind. I didn’t want to meet or see anyone in the first place. Just as the sun was coming up, the noises had started to come even from the school building on the opposite side of the street outside the balcony. They were singing prayers on loud voices, the tables of 2, 3, etc, and repeating poems and prayers in both English and Hindi, and maybe even Sanskrit, after the voice of the teacher. There was a lot happening in the school, I can’t even tell that here.

As of May 2021: A prayer I now know that they might have recited is:
Oh God, we pray! We grow, day by day! (Something like that)

Sham Babu carpenter-caretaker came up to wake me. He asks me a couple of things like ‘I (about myself) should have taken something to spread over the bed and not slept in dust’, ‘he asked me if I wanted or had to use toilet’, ‘he wishes that I go for walk with him just around here to the park nearby’. I told him ‘I was fine sleeping last night’, ‘I hadn’t eaten since last night so there was no point I was going to use toilet’, and with the thought of seeing the park I quickly said ‘yes’ to the walk. I saw the walk as an opportunity to get away from the place for a little while. I hadn’t brushed, my face and hair were perfect to tell that I had been just-out-of-bed, and before stepping down the stairs, Sham Babu blew dust off of my back and hair.

We had passed the nursery-government-school ‘NAGAR NIGAM NURSERY SCHOOL’. It is the school where I did my nursery. We had reached near the park. There were shops and food-stalls opening up. I wished if I could wash my face a little bit, carpenter took me to the nearest food-stall and I washed my face. He then offered me to have a plate of chhole-bhature. I had said ‘no’ but he had pushed and even I was hungry so I ate, it wasn’t really logical for me to have eaten from his money, or to even deny eating. I ate at my own pace, Sham Babu set up a plate for himself as well, but he really didn’t finish and put off the plate with food unfinished. I was giving off R20 for the food, but the owner didn’t take from me and took from Sham Babu. It was R20. I didn’t mind too much for that, I rather thought I was letting him treat me. We walk forth to the tea-shop in other street. Now I was offered tea. I was watching people play badminton in the circular-central park from where I was sitting with Sham Babu on the tea-shop. There was news spread in the streets of two children missing from the government school, both were of about ten years old. They had gone to school yesterday but hadn’t returned home. It didn’t catch too much of my attention. I didn’t mind too much for tea, though I had said that I don’t really drink tea. After this, he took me some steps back to the park and on our way we meet two people and also shows me place where he would come over to work. The two people were just the locals who knew this man. They heard about dad (Babbu / Viresh Jain) having passed and shared their experience of death, like how the locals had served his father for four years, he had mental problem of amnesia, would ask for cigarette after food, and would ask for food again and again and then empty bowels in the bed.

It was only woods pieces, boards, broken furniture, and wooden clutter in the corner outside the park, next to the road-side arrangement of the barber. Sham Babu said he comes here for work. To me, it looked like nothing, I almost thought I was being lied to; I never tried to think about it, I still don’t know if that indeed was the work-place of a carpenter.

We sit for about a minute in the park and then we head out of the park from the other side, I had known this side of the park in my memories. Sham Babu reminds me of what he had said last night, and also the thing that caught my attention was that one hand of mom (Sadhana) is broken and she can’t make too much use of it lifting weights, that was why she needed help in taking care of dad (Babbu / Viresh Jain) all the time. Mom (Sadhana) had once fractured her right hand. This put me in even more tension as of the moment.

We get back to home. We hadn’t been met by anyone when we had left, I think we were only seen for some seconds when I had passed the open door of mom and dad's (Babbu-Sadhana) room from the street. It was crowded when I had seen inside for the moment. I see my phone and there were two missed calls from Manju buaji just two minutes before at 0815. I was stopped by Hem grand-uncle on the entrance and inside Manju buaji was looking here; she looked at me with large questioning eyes when I cross her to enter the gallery.

I went upstairs and I see Prashant there on the lower terrace between the two rooms. I head to Manju buaji’s old room, which was where I had memories. So, all were here except for Yashvir uncle.

• Shruti, Anu, Srishti would sometimes come around in the room to just see it and what is there that might evoke some memories from the back of their minds. They would love to take things up, look at them, try to recognize them, pull up some old memories, then show it the next person, rejoice old memories. Then pick another one, give the previous thing in the hand of the other person, forget about it, and then the other person will either put it off just like anywhere, or pass it on to the next the person, ultimately there will be disorderliness and chaos in the things.

• That is not the end yet, they might even take away a few small things which they might find worth using even now, what-the-hell.

• Prashant never came into the room when I was there. Ankur hadn’t said a word yet, Shruti never anyways says any. Though they were able to get busy with Prashant, or with Srishti. I couldn’t have given it attention. I was on bed getting more rest and space than anyone else alive around here in the whole house.

• Sham Babu had spread a blanket on the bed in the morning when he had come up; it became a thing of both pride and comfort by the time when everybody was here. I was seeing people roam here and there. Seeing me lying on the bed must be giving them jealousy.

• I hadn’t opened any cupboard, or even touched anything around. I had in mind that I should not lose myself up to reproducing memories which may mean more or less nothing as of today or tomorrow. I didn’t want to hurt myself in anyway.

• These people, especially Anu, had opened and touched everything up by now. I was free and there were books, books, and dust in the cupboards around. I was free and so just saw what Anu had thrown on the bed out from the cupboard above. These were some novels. I picked them up, from the cover they all looked worth reading for the moment, but then I was not in the mood to read any novel that might not make me anything, other than creating suspense for fun-part to which I might not even reach in this little time and chaos.

• Then I found a book on Russian revolution for bringing socialists to power. It was based on “Lenin”.

• There wasn’t much change in attitude of anybody, maybe there was never supposed to be any change in the attitude, because these foolish people don’t know how to act in different situation while still being true to the selves. When Prashant had asked something about cremation to Ankur, it did evoke a negative-feeling but it wasn’t logically right of me, I had to get myself off and out to and for myself alone.

• The noise and lively building of the school outside of the balcony was really a big lifter in this environment. The color of the building was light green as that of new leaves of a plant. That is actually not even a color to put on a building, but it is alright here.

• I was just busy in reading the book on “Lenin” and lying in the bed with everyone standing and roaming around. It made me feel really special. When I was not doing anything I was not worth attention of anybody, and with the book in hand and attention into it set me even higher than these faggots hovering around here in search of something. Ankur and Anu had come around to see what was so interesting that I was reading.

• Before getting busy with Lenin, I had gone down after giving missed call to Manju buaji. I told her that I have to go; it is my exam on Monday. She retracted, ‘are you mad’, she told me to wait until the Yashvir uncle comes and the cremation-process of the body is over.

• At some point of time, there came call that Yashvir uncle had come and that now was the time for me to go down. I hadn’t gone down on that first call. I waited for a second one. I went down and the first room open to the gallery was filled with women. The second room where body lay was filled with men around the body lying in the center and they were dressing the body for cremation. I stood on the door, almost like blocking the view of those behind. I didn’t move a step forth or backwards. Anu was coming on and off next to me to see the proceeding. She was seeing those men cleaning the naked body. She would come on and break into tears, would take a step back and I was hearing amma and buaji saying to her to shut her up. I had not much to show.

• We take the body on the wooden carriage - of the form of stretcher. Amma had broken down when we had taken the body out of the door, she had come outside the door on the street, and throw hands on her chest. I had given shoulder from the middle and not in the first place, the first place was being switched by people. I was first only for a second in the beginning; I was otherwise second at all times. The process of cremation happened in the way it happens for cloth-restraining-Jains.

• It was near the end of the process, when I was here amid these people where people could have sat. The two sons of sister of amma, who had been of help during the lifetime of dad (Babbu), grand-uncle (Hem) and one other relative were there. They were pointing to Ashu, I looked and coming in the view was Yashvir uncle. Ashu is a giant, heavy weight, dark complexion; everything is huge about him, at 6-feet and about 3 to 4 inches in the full body height. Yashvir uncle was looking at me, what the hell, I got a feeling that I was sitting with the opposition by his looks. This was the first time that we had shared a glance. I get up and sit behind babaji’s back without letting him know. The crematory was on my right in this position, and I was not looking to it, I was looking down. I knew that if I would match eyes with anyone, I might let out the negative feelings about these people. It was a right thing that I look down and stay to myself.

• When we had reached the street, amma was standing there and crying, surrounding by the other women, looking in the direction of the street.

• I was upstairs. I come down and then babaji calls me to him in the room of mom and dad (Babbu-Sadhna). I told him that I would now go to Mayur Vihar, badi buaji refused, I spoke to myself ‘I need to finish the files’, I told babaji that it is exam time for me. Manju buaji knew what I was saying, she was saying in my support. Babaji said he will take me with him tomorrow, I question with sarcasm ‘why, is it exam time for you too’. Amma came up quick, ‘see how he speaks’, and Yashvir uncle spoke, ‘he should go’. I didn’t know what that was for; he was not required to speak. It was a deal done against badi buaji’s wishes, fufaji was going to go to leave sometime now and those who wanted to go were to get along. It was Prashant and me.

• I heard Seema aunt talking on phone to somebody from her family, and she was saying that Babbu was 52 years old. This is how I learn his age for the first time since yesterday.

As there was no proper place where I could have found a place to sit in the crowded downstairs, I went upstairs again. Prashant calls my name up, it was a strange thing. Next minute, driver, Prashant and I were heading for somewhere I didn’t know yet. I thought it was our car. No, it was Salil fufaji’s car. We drop the woman from the crowd back there, whom fufaji had agreed to offer the lift, after half-an-hour of travelling. Prashant was falling on me during the last half-an-hour of travelling. We reached society after about over two hours. Again, QUDRAPOP (a game on my Sony Ericson phone) had come out to be great-holy-avail. As a matter of fact, I had even scored the high-score for first place crossing a mark of 50K for the first time.

At home, I was busy in thinking about how the time had passed. I was not in a condition to take up the books and just forget everything and start studying. Anushka and Prachi were to come here after 1400, which is when the school timing gets over. Fufaji had gone home to refresh, he was going to come back here and maybe take Prachi and Anushka to Tri Nagar. He came here and he took Anushka, Prachi, Srishti, and Prashant for lunch outside, Srishti had come to ask me as well but I was seriously busy with writing about the day.

It was extremely tiring to write continuously about a day when every second is supposed to matter. It was mentally-tiring; I went out in the evening to just enjoy in the park. I played cricket, and then Anushka (little cousin) came outside. I was with her to take her to the swings. The women with their little kids were seeing me with confused, questioning and surprised eyes.

I wasn’t expecting Mahima to be down today. Esha had called her and Ishita for badminton. I went over to just say ‘hi’ and then I complimented Mahima for her new hair-cut, which I had first noticed yesterday. I was just welcome here, Ishita doesn’t mind, and Mahima had been nice. They were playing with a whack shuttle-cock so I asked them if they would want to play doubles, I would bring two more rackets. They said ‘yes’ to it, and I appeared again in a minute only to find that Esha had left already. Ishita also went in a little while, when her mother came over to call her. Ishita is really sweet and can’t deny her mother of anything. Mahima would taunt her for taking so much tension, and being so nearly dead. I was telling her to push her mother to give her five more minutes when she would come to call. Ishita did, but then she couldn’t have done when her mother repeated her say.

I was playing with Mahima and her sister, and then Agrima came over. This girl was telling intelligent jokes. It was fun. Mahima and her sister had to leave early today around 1930; their mother had come down to call them for the party they were going to go today.

Though it wasn’t even worth paying attention to the Yashvir uncle when he had said ‘he should go, let him’ for me before badi buaji, Manju buaji and babaji. It wasn’t the first time that something so trivial had stuck in my head. Yesterday, when I had gone to get my file checked to Preety Dhaka, she had let me in and asked me to show the file. She should have herself moved the things from the table, instead of making noises and woos, when I had mistakenly let down the empty plastic container of her coke.

In the evening, Rekha buaji had called and Srishti had picked up. Srishti had told that Rekha buaji was going to call when I was alone at home and they had gone out with fufaji. I pull off the telephone wire during that time. Even now, I tell Srishti to tell that I am not at home and have gone out to play. Srishti told her that I was asleep, and then came to tell me that buaji must be angry now. It is not the first time that I put down a phone. Some days back I had put down Amogh’s call while playing with Mahima. It had got Amogh really angry and he even showed his anger about me to Hardik, and all the mutual friends.

I had given my shoulder in carrying the cradle of dad (Babbu) in the morning. My shoulder was now showing pain, and some sign of swelling up if I don’t take of it. I put pain-reliever cream and go to bed.

March 5, 2012



Index of Journals
March 5, 2012

I had woken up early and had tried my level best to make it to the college for the 8am class, but it didn’t happen. At 0845, I entered the class without taking the permission and I think it messed right after this. Tanvi ma'am asked me ‘who let me in’, I just got into a cross-conversation with her but it was just a conversation. Tanvi ma’am was adamant, I was not going to give up but then Nishant nodded at me to leave. I listened to him, but right now, I really wish that I didn’t. I got very less marks in 'Computer Networks' (CN), which is Tanvi (hyper, fatso, fluffy lipped woman) madam’s subject.

The periods went on, Preety Verma Dhaka ma’am called some kids (like Apurva, Gaurav Sati) from the class. It just swallowed some saliva down the throat for some reason I myself don’t know. Preety ma'am is a horrible person, I feel these days.

It was a day not going very good, it was just that I had unfulfilled wishes as always. I got my mark sheets though. It was in the break that Rizwan Khan came to the circle of us (the Laxmi Nagar, and Kalyanpuri boys), and pushed me like I am some furniture. I got him and punched him in his rear, it was not even a hit, but was enough to shatter down his pride there. He got angry and held my collar, I didn’t want to lose anything, so I just let it lose to not do anything until when he took the chance and slapped me. My specs fell off and I had to get them. I just said (I think I acted like Srishti, my sister, at that moment), ‘you are just a road rodent’. He blamed me for boiling up first on his jovial nature, and I just said, ‘I told you the truth, accept it’. I didn’t want him to hit, the classmates there just prevented a fight. Faizan Ahmed was taking Rizwan’s side specially, and Nitin was providing fuel to the fire by trying to incite each of us. I would never find another creep like Nishant ever again in my whole life; he actually looks like an insect, which he actually is.

In the 'Data Warehousing and Data Mining' (DWDM) lecture, the earthquake came and all the buildings were evacuated. 'Object Oriented Software Engineering' (OOSE) lecture didn’t happen therefore. I noticed that Gareema Sethi (the teacher) went around showing herself to me in the crowd (but not match the eyes). I almost felt like something was unnatural about her.

The time when I was at the bus stop near college, there came two children beggars. It maybe a coincidence but I wasn’t to think that it was a part of the skit that has been going on around me. I offered them food, but they didn’t take it. When I was walking, back to society, there came bike from behind and the man stopped to ask me for metro station. He almost offered me lift up to where I was heading in the same path. He was like anticipating me to be going on the same path. I sat and he asked me quick three questions. There was very less time for me to think, but I just didn’t give him what he wanted. He asked me ‘where do I go for college’, “I go to Northern India” Now: Dr Akhilesh Das Gupta Institute of Technology & Management. I try to tell him the location of it, I forget the name of the road (it is UP Link Road). I didn’t say NIEC, so his next question is ‘is it commerce that I study’. I said, ‘it is engineering, computer science’. Next, he asks me ‘where do I live’. Well, he didn’t have anything to do with that. Erstwhile, whenever I got a gap, or to think, I was thinking of two things, one was his answer, the other was ‘whether I should get with him to the society gate’.  I decided that I should not, midway, and to let him go straight on the road, otherwise I take a turn down the bridge. I replied to his unnecessary question, ‘it is in the apartments there.’ I didn’t indicate which one. I tell him to stop at the turn, and I tell him to stop at the next bus stop, which is the metro station.

Life is getting extremely crazy; first, they were only following, and then started putting surveillance, they were listening to what I do, seeing to what I see, and now the time has come that they have started talking. They ask me path ways of the vicinity, it is pathetic. Seriously, man, it is going crazy through the roof. Before that, in the bus today (469) at the time of return trip, the conductor sees my bus pass. That was unusual, I would say.

I was bathing and cleaning my undergarments after coming back home. In the evening, I decided to go to Laxmi Nagar and get print-outs for 'Data Warehousing and Data Mining' (DWDM) file. I saw that there was a cop on the bus stand falling before Mother Dairy (near Laxmi Nagar). It didn’t feel odd; he was not behaving oddly. On the bus (347), the behavior of a woman was odd; she was short and wore black, opened hair, outlined eyes, approximately of my age, and dark complexion. I was wearing shorts so it felt like the shorts were catching attention, but then I thought maybe she was trying to play a bait in the skit. Police patrolling with sirens on is fine, but I see cops patrolling with sirens off today, wow.

On the days, I have this surveillance thing going around me, the number of words increases to 700 to 800, which is about three to four times of 250, the usual number of words that I use.

I got the print-outs and it was a fine evening with Abhishek Shukla. I was on the FB and I saw that I was added to the group of CS1E, yesterday Faizan Ahmed had made a request for me and Shruti Barapuria accepted it. It felt nice, but important thing is whether I’d retain it or lose it. I don’t know what is good; at the moment it strongly feels that retaining it is good. I also noticed that overtime FB policing must have begun; I got a friend-request of a girl, which seems to be one of a spook profile to me.
I have always learned from mistakes, but at this moment of time if I’d make one, I’ll never be able to make another.

I deleted these two notes from the Facebook profile of mine for college. I needed the profile to be clean, because the ‘actors of the skit’ might come over to look for something of their interest here so as to choke me.

Tuesday, May 4, 2021

Asomak Variants For Pain Management (P, XP and T)



Dated: May 2021

1: Asomak (P) 

Asomak P Tablet belongs to the therapeutic classification of:
% Non-Opioid Analgesics and 
% Antipyretic Drugs, 
% Non-steroidal Anti-Inflammatory Drugs (NSAIDs). 

The primary composition for this medicine is Aceclofenac 100 MG, Paracetamol 325 MG. [Ref]


2: Asomak-XP Tablet [Ref]

MANUFACTURER: Trimak Lifesciences 

SALT COMPOSITION: Aceclofenac (100mg) + Paracetamol (325mg) + Serratiopeptidase (15mg)

STORAGE: Store at room temperature (10-30°C)

BENEFITS OF ASOMAK-XP TABLET

In Pain relief:

Asomak-XP Tablet is a combination medicine that is used for short term relief of pain, inflammation, and swelling in conditions that affect joints and muscles. It works by blocking chemical messengers in the brain that tell us we have pain. It can help relieve pain in conditions like rheumatoid arthritis and osteoarthritis. 

Along with painkillers, this medicine also contains an active ingredient called Serratiopeptidase, which is an enzyme that promotes the overall healing process and speeds up recovery.

Take it as it is prescribed to get the most benefit. Do not take more or for longer than needed as that can be dangerous. In general, you should take the lowest dose that works, for the shortest possible time. This will help you to go about your daily activities more easily and have a better, more active, quality of life.

Side Effects

Nausea, vomiting, stomach pain, indigestion, heartburn, loss of appetite and diarrhea are some of the common side effects that might be observed on taking this medicine. Your doctor may regularly monitor your kidney function, liver function, and levels of blood components if you are taking this medicine for long-term treatment. Long-term use may lead to serious complications such as stomach bleeding and kidney problems. Asomak-XP Tablet is not recommended if you are pregnant or breastfeeding.

HOW ASOMAK-XP TABLET WORKS 

Asomak-XP Tablet is a combination of three medicines: Aceclofenac, Paracetamol and Serratiopeptidase. 

% Aceclofenac is a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug (NSAID).

% Paracetamol is an antipyretic (fever reducer). They work by blocking the release of certain chemical messengers in the brain that cause pain and fever. 

% Serratiopeptidase is an enzyme which works by breaking down abnormal proteins at the site of inflammation and promotes healing.

3: Asomak-T Tablet [Ref]

MANUFACTURER: Trimak Lifesciences

SALT COMPOSITION: Aceclofenac (100mg) + Thiocolchicoside (4mg)

Asomak-T Tablet is a combination medicine used in the treatment of pain due to muscle spasm. It improves the movement of muscles and provide relief from pain and discomfort associated with muscle spasms.

Asomak-T Tablet should be taken with food. This will prevent you from getting an upset stomach. You should take it regularly as advised by your doctor. Do not take more or use it for longer duration than recommended by your doctor.

Some of the common side effects on of this medicine includes nausea, vomiting, heartburn, stomach pain, loss of appetite, and diarrhea. If any of these side effects bother you or do not go away with time, you should let your doctor know. Your doctor may help with ways to reduce or prevent these side effects.

The medicine may not be suitable for everybody. Before taking it, let your doctor know if you have any problems with your heart, kidneys, and liver. To make sure it is safe for you, let your doctor also know all the other medicines you are taking. Pregnant and breastfeeding mothers should first consult their doctors before using the medicine.

USES OF ASOMAK-T TABLET: Pain due to muscle spasm

HOW ASOMAK-T TABLET WORKS

Asomak-T Tablet is a combination of two medicines: Aceclofenac and Thiocolchicoside, which relieves pain and relaxes the muscles. 

% Aceclofenac is a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug (NSAID) which works by blocking the release of certain chemical messengers that cause pain and inflammation (redness and swelling). 

% Thiocolchicoside is a muscle relaxant. It works on the centres in the brain and spinal cord to relieve muscle stiffness or spasm and to improve pain and movement of muscles.

Tags: Science,Medicine,

Body Weight Exercises



1. Jumping Jack

2. Wall Sit

3. Step Ups

4. Push Ups (Regular)

5. Abdominal Crunches

6. Sit Ups (Squats)

7. Triceps Dips

8. Plank

9. Engine Run

10. Lunges

11. Pushups and Rotate (Right)

12. Pushups and Rotate (Left)

13. Side Planks (Right)

14. Side Plank (Left)

~ ~ ~

1. Flutter Kicks [For the legs and core (abdomen)]

2. Side Flutter Kicks (Right) [For the legs and core (abdomen)]

3. Side Flutter Kicks (Left) [For the and core (abdomen)]

4. Diamond Push-ups [For Chest]

5. Inclined Push-ups [For Chest]

6. Reverse Abdominal Crunches [For the core (abdomen)]

7. High Rise Plank 

8. Spread legs to form inverted V. Now bend backbone forward to touch left feet from right hand. Then go back up straight. Then bend backbone forward to touch right feet with left hand.

9. Character '4' with legs (Stretching exercise) (Right and Left)

10. Burpees [Full body exercise]

~ ~ ~ ~

1. Climbing stairs up and down.

2. One hand plank (right and left)

3. 'Alternating Feet Lift'

4. Sun Salutation

5. Side Lunges
Tags: Science,Medicine,

Do not gentle into that good night (Dylan Thomas)



Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953
Dylan Marlais Thomas, born October 27, 1914, in South Wales, was the archetypal Romantic poet of the popular American imagination

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

"Do not go gentle into that good night" is a line referred too often in the 2014 movie "Interstellar".

In the 2014 movie Interstellar, the poem is used repeatedly by Michael Caine's character Professor John Brand, as well as by several other supporting characters. In the same movie, leading actors Matthew McConaughey and Anne Hathaway are sent into hypersleep with the final words "Do not go gentle into that good night." In the deluxe edition of the film's soundtrack, actors John Lithgow, Ellen Burstyn, Casey Affleck, Jessica Chastain, Matthew McConaughey, and Mackenzie Foy recite the poem with a soft vocal accompaniment scored by Hans Zimmer, the composer of the film's soundtrack.

Ref 1: wikipedia
Ref 2: YouTube
Tags: Poetry

Monday, May 3, 2021

First time with 'Git LFS' (Git for Large Files)



Notice how our "git push" fails due to the presence of a file larger than 100MB:

(base) \gh\vid3>git push

Logon failed, use ctrl+c to cancel basic credential prompt.
Username for 'https://github.com': a@b.c
Password for 'https://a@b.c@github.com':
Enumerating objects: 5, done.
Counting objects: 100% (5/5), done.
Delta compression using up to 4 threads
Compressing objects: 100% (4/4), done.
error: RPC failed; curl 92 HTTP/2 stream 0 was not closed cleanly: Unknown error code (err 8)
Wfatal: the remote end hung up unexpectedly
Writing objects: 100% (4/4), 533.93 MiB | 8.86 MiB/s, done.
Total 4 (delta 0), reused 0 (delta 0), pack-reused 0
fatal: the remote end hung up unexpectedly
Everything up-to-date

To overcome this, we install: git-lfs-windows-v2.13.2.exe
And run the following commands:

(base) \gh\vid3>git lfs install

Updated git hooks.
Git LFS initialized.

(base) \gh\vid3>git lfs track "*.*"

Tracking "*.*"
Pattern *.* matches forbidden file .gitignore. If you would like to track .gitignore, modify .gitattributes manually.

(base) \gh\vid3> git lfs track "*.mp4"

Tracking "*.mp4"

(base) \gh\vid3>git add .gitattributes

Note: if we do not do "add & commit" again before "push" again, it results in error:

(base) \gh\vid3>git push

Enumerating objects: 5, done.
Counting objects: 100% (5/5), done.
Delta compression using up to 4 threads
Compressing objects: 100% (4/4), done.
error: RPC failed; curl 92 HTTP/2 stream 0 was not closed cleanly: Unknown error code (err 8)
Wfatal: the remote end hung up unexpectedly
Writing objects: 100% (4/4), 533.93 MiB | 8.37 MiB/s, done.
Total 4 (delta 0), reused 0 (delta 0), pack-reused 0
fatal: the remote end hung up unexpectedly
Everything up-to-date

After we rename files, add and commit them:

(base) \gh\vid3>git status

On branch main
Your branch is ahead of 'origin/main' by 1 commit.
    (use "git push" to publish your local commits)

Changes to be committed:
    (use "git restore --staged <file>..." to unstage)
        new file:   .gitattributes

Changes not staged for commit:
    (use "git add/rm <file>..." to update what will be committed)
    (use "git restore <file>..." to discard changes in working directory)
        deleted:    20210420 174746.mp4
        deleted:    20210420_174746.mp4

Untracked files:
    (use "git add <file>..." to include in what will be committed)
        20210420 174746 (27 MB).mp4
        20210420 174746 (521 MB).mp4

If you have low network speed, your "git push" might fail like this:

(base) \gh\vid3>git push

LFS: Client error: https://github-cloud.s3.amazonaws.com/alambic/media/3...2/0f/65/0...f?actor_id=8...7&key_id=0&repo_id=3...1
error: failed to push some refs to 'https://github.com/ashishjainblogger/vid3.git'


(base) \gh\vid3>git push

Uploading LFS objects:  67% (2/3), 98 MB | 105 KB/s
Exiting because of "interrupt" signal.

Additional Note:
My Airtel 4G VoLTE Mobile Hotspot (May 2021) was giving an upload speed of roughly 100 to 200 KB/s.

If everything about the Git-LFS goes right

(base) C:\Users\Ashish Jain\OneDrive\Desktop\gh\vid3>git push
Uploading LFS objects:  67% (2/3), 91 MB | 107 KB/s
    
A successful attempt logs go like this:

(base) \gh\vid3>git push
Uploading LFS objects: 100% (1/1), 27 MB | 0 B/s, done.
Enumerating objects: 7, done.
Counting objects: 100% (7/7), done.
Delta compression using up to 4 threads
Compressing objects: 100% (5/5), done.
Writing objects: 100% (6/6), 713 bytes | 237.00 KiB/s, done.
Total 6 (delta 1), reused 0 (delta 0), pack-reused 0
remote: Resolving deltas: 100% (1/1), done.
To https://github.com/ashishjainblogger/vid3.git
    2*a..e*7  main -> main

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Title: First time with 'Git LFS' (Git for Large Files)
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