24. May-be or may-be not

May-be or may-be not,
do all of us think a lot ?

There are people we think of,
whom we like and cant seem to get our mind off.
Oh why is it so hard ?
Can an angel come down and answer this question.

May-be or may-be not,
do all of us think a lot ?

It’s the same image that hovers,
Wherever, be it the mall, the disco or the couch.
This one question which never disappears
“Do they ever think of us, as much?”

May-be or may-be not,
do all of us think a lot ?

Looking for endless ways to please them,
Searching for as many excuses
to get a chance to do something for them,
Always wanting to be there for them.

May-be or may-be not,
do all of us think a lot ?

Then again, there are people we think of,
who like us and there’s a need to reciprocate.
There’s a need to be sane all the time,
Walking on thin ice is’nt everyone’s forte!

Doing everything in one’s power to make ends meet,
To bridge the gaps, to learn to give and take.
To steer this ship we call our mind,
away from troubled waters and keeping it near sanity.

I never thought it’d be like this,
I never thought it’d be so hard,
I never thought if i would do things better
If I was given another chance!

Is it just that I think a lot?
Naah! We all do, don’t we? :)

23. Transvestites on exhibition

LISTEN U GOT TAGGED !

This is the first time that I’ve got tagged, lets see how I fare at this Tag-xamination ;) So, as Janani (my tagger) would say, lets get down to business..... This TAG is gonna be all about the MOST embarrassing moment/s in ur life.... so here we go....

Well, it’s quite tough to choose just one u know, coz there are so many worthy contenders for this prestigious accolade. But at the end of the day, there can only be one winner. So, here’s my winner tale.

Title : Transvestites on exhibition

Venue : St.Joseph’s High School
Day of the week : Thursday
Day Temperature – 30 degrees C
Forecast – Sunny

Rewind – 9 years back, when being in Class 6 was a matter of pride. The reason, because among all the Classrooms only the Class 6 ones had a separate balcony for themselves, each section had it’s own balcony (this was possible because there used to be one Class 6 Section on each one of the floors of the high school building). Oh, we had our own space, the breeze blew right into the classroom and we always had that much extra time to cover our tracks of mischief whenever the princi made his rounds coz ours used to be the last room in the corridor. Wondering why the excruciating detail on the location of my classroom, you’ll soon see why.

Well, Thursday is the one day of the week when we students are supposed to wear whites. Thursday is also the day when our class Leader or Prefect( a stern female, Miss S ) checks the whiteness of our shoes and chucks us outside the class right at the beginning of the day. Our class teacher (Madam C), an eccentric female, was quite famous to give ingenious punishments to students. Well little did I know that I would be on her hit-list today. On our return from the assembly back to the classroom, S stands at the front door, and doesn’t allow me to enter the class coz of unpolished shoes. I don’t mind, coz I’ve got quite a few others as company, and am quite sure that Madam C would let us all off because we were like 20 guys standing outside. She enters the corridor, sees the 20 of us, and looks at us keenly, as though we are some Mongolian tribals who have accidentally stumbled onto a Catholic missionary school.

Then S comes and whispers something in Madam’s ears and then she shouts “Today’s hair checking day as well”. I am like “Oh Shit ! I haven't even combed my hair today. Haven't cut my hair for 2 months now. Should have atleast oiled my hair.Bloody, keep sitting and watching that stupid WWF all morning and forget polishing and combing, now pay the price, Idiot !”

I somehow keep praying that she passes by me without noticing, but then, all wishes don’t come true you see. She halts, catches me by the hair and says “Abhay, what do you do with all the money that you save by not going to the barber?” I want to say “ Have spent all of it on bets in our gully cricket matches” , but end up giving her the stupid innocent bent-head smile. She takes me and a friend Arvind to the side and yells at the others - “Remove all your shoes and socks and leave them in the balcony, you’ll spend the whole day walking bare-foot”. Looks at the both of us and says, “The same applies to you two as well”. So we do as directed and remain standing in the corridor while the others rush into the classroom before Madam thinks of a harsher punishment. So this leaves the two of us at her mercy. She calls the Leader and yells “Oh S***a , get me the two frocks that I have kept in the bottom shelf of the cupboard”. Arvind and I look at each other, stare blankly at Madam C after hearing this. “Holy cow, she’s really gonna make us wear frocks !!!!”

Arvind and I try to reason it out with Madam C but she isn’t ready to listen to anything we gotto say. Says “You boys should be taught a lesson. You should look like students , not hooligans. You have to wear these frocks all day” . “yeah right ! like having a little extra hair was the one and only qualification to look like a hooligan…..Agreed that we students needed to be taught a lesson, but why just make the both of us the ‘bakras’, this is so unfair :(( ” S goes to the cupboard, does some searching and returns with a couple of cute looking frocks. One of ‘em a maroon one with grey stripes, the other being a fluorescent yellow one patched with marigolds and sunflowers all over. But they looked so small from a distance, I began to wonder whether I would fit in them? “Worst case, if I have to wear a frock, I’ll jump and take the maroon one, coz wearing a dazzling flowery frock all day will make the top headlines for the next few years to come.”


To be honest, I wasn’t in the best shape back then, with nick names like “motu-seth”, “gol-matol”, “laddoo” , you can get a rough idea , cant you ;) Madam C gives me the frocks to choose from, I grab the maroon one and try wearing it on. All this while, the other students of the class are peeping outside the window and watching us getting humiliated. “Please let this be a dream , let this be a dream, I cant bear this humiliation”. Turns out that the maroon one is too tight, I barely squeeze myself into it, while Arvind looked kinda cute sporting the yellow frock :) Then we are made to enter the class, bare-foot, wearing frocks and hair-clips on our head. Hear huge laughter from all directions……boy that was so so embarrassing. But this was just the beginning. My friends start to ask me out - “You are a pretty girl in a frock, will you go on a date with me ?” and then there are the other dim-wits who come up with lines like “ Mast lag raha hai mama….Anna, yellow frock main chamakra …….hair pins mast fit hai”.

Every teacher who walked in that day mocked at us, one of ‘em told “Who are these two new admission girls in my class, can you introduce yourselves? hahahaha” I had this overwhelming urge to jump off the top of the building that very instant, wanted to get out of school and rush to the barber to get my head clean shaven, may be a Michael Jordan look or a Mohican style ala David Beckham. Arvind was feeling even worse, his frock got him more attention, while I was struggling for survival in mine. “Arey, this frock is too tight, my whole figure is getting revealed, as it is I am no hunk to look at…..Damn, it’s suffocating!”


And to complicate matters, it started raining. It poured like anything for about one hour, enough time to soak up all the shoes out in the balcony. My wretched luck, am in a bloody frock and now my shoes are soaked, can it get worse. Yes, it did get worse. By lunch time, I had had enough of it, so me and Arvind decide and start to remove the frocks when Madam C makes a surprise entry, catches us red-handed. She makes us swap the frocks, so now, I am the one in the fluorescent yellow marigold-y frock. At least it fit better, poor Arvind had to struggle with the maroon one now. With five minutes for the lunch break to end, people from all classes start to rush towards our room, apparently news had spread far and wide that the notorious (I was quite famously notorious) Abhay Krishna was wearing a Yellow frock. So, now me and Arvind are these ‘transvestites on exhibition’ and students ranging from kinder garden to class 10 come to pay us a visit. Man, we couldn’t even eat our lunches that day. And our wet shoes dint make matters any better…It was one of the most embarrassing days of my life, an integration of many “Most embarrassing moments”.

Ps:
To this day I am remembered as the guy who wore a frock for not having a haircut, it’s a legend in my school. The story goes “Once upon a time, there was a boy who dint care for a haircut……………”

Time for tagging – I tag the following people

PSR

Pavan

Puneet

Mohan

Satish

June

22. Priceless

A Time Sheet ( a spoof on the MasterCard ad as well :D )

Discussing and designing the project : 20 hours

Working on the project in a team of 10 : 100 hours

Getting screwed by the profs while presenting the project : 1 hour

Cursing those bastards for asking stooopid and irrelevant questions : till the weekend

The fun and fights we had working together ( getting fucked too ) – PRICELESS :D

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There are some ways in which it screwed us, but for all the fun we hav had, I love my college .

21. An ode to School days - 1

“School days were so much fun, I wish I could go back in time” – how many times have I heard this, from the people around me and myself as well. ‘School time’ memories do have some kinda zing, some magic associated with ‘em.

It was so easy to top the class back in school. Hardly any of us gave a damn about studies in the first place, school was meant for masti, total fundoo innocent fun. Exam time, just mug up some stuff on the last day and voila, end up getting first. Things were so simple back then, I agree that there was a certain sense of competition among a few of us to get the first rank, but even if one didn’t, it was no big deal, life just went on, there was always the next test to try for the first place. There was just this one guy whose mom and dad would refuse to come collect his grade sheet if he ever got a second or third rank.


Over here in college, amidst hungry ‘text book knowledge-mongers’, I find myself at the lower end of the pack. Have no qualms about it anyway, have been bindaas about grades all my life, that aint gonna change no matter what. But the point is, with people who have just ‘text books’ and class notes for all three meals of the day, writing the same exams as you are and relative grading being employed, is there any chance of not getting ‘screwed’ !!

Back in school, I was the only guy in the top 5 who used to share all the home work assignments with others, the others dint because they had a valid reason not to. The punishment for sharing a HomeWork used to be quite severe, but I liked playing risky, the usual me ;) . Not that I never got caught, there was this one time, when I had done mistakes in my Math HW , which showed in almost half the class’s notebooks because all of ‘em had copied my stuff. The prof was distributing the books back to the students, but just about half the students got back their books. Then he announced “Those who haven’t got their books will get it tomorrow, I haven’t given them today because the cane stick I had ordered for these people hasn’t arrived as yet.”. Turned out, he had spotted the mistakes in all the books! Looking at me, he said “Now tell me who showed his book to others.” Don’t know why but I got up on my own, can never forget the thrashing that I got that day, but that didn’t stop me from sharing my home works in future. Only thing being that I spent more time doing my homework correctly, so that I never would get caught :P


Over here, it is I who is the copier, there hasn’t been a single assignment which I can say I have done totally on my own. The irony is, I haven’t been caught here till date, TouchWood!

It was so easy to get girls to notice you. The whole class could be called a microcosm in its own right, with girls’ interests the ranging from being Harry Potter fans to Bharatnatyam professionals to Missionary helpers(really respected these girls for their commitment to social work). As for the guys, it was cricket, all kinds of gully sports, junk food, video games, home food………… All one had to do was, just be good at whatever he was, he was sure to get noticed, by the right people more importantly. I used to give my own labellings to all the drawings in my text books, for instance, each organ of a cow’s body was labeled as one of the characters of ‘The Simpsons’. Mahatma Gandhi always had a lush blue wig filled with curly hair, one black eye like a pirate, with a parrot on his shoulder while Adolf Hitler had to be content with a shaved look, a G-string and a feeding bottle in his mouth. Somehow, this did strike a funny chord or two with the girls, and they promptly let me know of it too !

Now if I do something similar in college, I’ll probably get myself a ‘label’ as ‘WEIRDO’ I guess…… As it is, there are hardly any Venusians here(literally, the number is so so less) and even among them, there is hardly any femme who’d get out of her world of “books” and notice, leave alone appreciate. Moving from school to college was like moving from the lush gardens of France to the Kalahari desert in Africa. The draught, the dearth is so so acute, believe me !

I realized one post is too small for this, there’s more to come…..To be contd in the next post……

20. Brokeback Diaries

Here's stuff that happens to you when you are broke.

1.Whenever you meet anyone you know , you’ll visualize them as a big bunch of green dollar bills ( you think of dollars and not rupees coz it somehow sounds cooler – the U.S effect )

2.You become an ‘expert Scanner’, swim through all your draws for the oh-so valuable ‘chiller’ that’s left in ‘em.

3.Hair needs a wash, shampoo needed big time. So, gather all the chiller you can possibly see, go to the store only to find that you have fallen short by just one rupee, your favorite brand seems so out of reach now. Can actually see it waving you good bye from the shelves. Settle for a third rate brand which has the picture of a girl with slices of lemon and mint on her head, MAN !!! The worst part is when you open it and it starts smelling like Mango!

4.So wish the talk-time on your cell could be converted back to cash.(Wondering how the money for a phone recharge - that’s another BIG story all together)

5.Every meal of the day requires pre-planning, search for a Source or Scan for chiller :(

6.Start praying that you win one of those online lotteries, wanna try your hand at double-struck, but even that guy wont accept ‘chiller’ :P

7.Start using detergent sparingly ( ditto of Kamal Hassan in ‘Pushpak’ – soap water only for the underarm sections of the shirt )

8.Your debts with the newspaper guy reach new heights. So much so that he wants you to work under him now, throwing newspapers @ 6 AM daily.

9.Your gal wants to meet you tomorrow, is expecting a treat from you and here you are all broke, sitting on and watching a pirated CD of ‘Broke back Mountain’.

Luck seems to have deserted some of us, it’s like Ganguly’s sweet timing, existed once upon a time, is’nt visible anymore.

19. PERFECT !!!

I’m all bubbly, filled with excitement; it’s my first train journey. Get into the wagon merrily with my buddies, we settle in a cool deck close to the “pantry car”. The train begins and we’re giving high-five’s and thumbs up’s to each other (literally :P) all in a jocund mood, no one except me notices a queer looking pantry staff man spying on us from a distance. He gets a stiff stare from me, nevertheless continues to look intently at us as if his life depended on it. I get back to having fun singing and dancing ignoring that fella. After sometime, I see that guy talking to someone. WAIT a minute, I know the guy he’s talking to, that’s Donnie there! I had seen him once in the supermarket, a friend of mine who was right next to me then had told me that Donnie was a funny guy and his blogs were quite good. What is Donnie doing talking to this fellow? I see Donnie giving the guy some money, something’s wrong here. The both of them come charging towards our group. In an attempt to begin a conversation, I say “Hi Donnie!”.

He doesn’t respond, on the contrary, grabs hold of my neck, pulls me out of the huddle and yells “PERFECT!!!”.

He drags me all along the pantry car holding my neck ever so tightly all along. Why is he doing this to me? I try to break free but he’s too powerful. I want to scream but I am all choked up, no words coming out of my mouth. Why isn’t anyone helping me? Can’t they hear my cries?

After we reach the end of the wagon, he relaxes his hold on my neck. I open my mouth to shout at him when, with a sudden jolt I feel drained. Begin feeling weak, am in a daze. Hear Donnie saying - “Life’s a bitch! Why can’t I get her out of my head? I want to move on but that’ll never happen! Why, because I am screwed, that’s why. Why can’t she like me like I like her?”

Saying all this to himself, he looks at me, and before I know it, I feel even more drained. Have no strength left to speak. What’s he doing to me? Never felt so weak and weightless all my life! Donnie grabs my neck tightly, screams “Fuck YOU !!” and pushes me off the train! Here I lie, wounded in the bushes along side the track.

Who am I ? I am your regular MIRINDA 500 ml Pet jar :)

18. Rape me ?

One of the very many senseless discussions among hostel-ites.

Me : Heard the song "Rape Me" by Nirvana.

Phani : Nopes

Me : Rape me....Rape me my friend...Rape me...Rape me again.........

Phani : wats the deal with rape and drape?

Me : Drape ????

Phani : Dint u sing - Rape me...Drape me my friend ....

Me : No, how weird is that. Ask your friend to rape and then drape you as well.

Phani : Yeah right, as if just asking your friend to rape you is totally normal.

Me : I never said that.

Phani : Go suck a lemon

Phani : Rape me again....who'd want to get raped again baap?

Me : Arent we getting raped. Each semster, a whole new set of professors, but the same old gang-rape.

Phani : Seriously baap, i am getting tired of all this.

Me : They should put up a sign outside colleges during counselling sessions : "Beware! Rape inevitable ! Be PREPARED !!! "

Phani : No wonder, why all of us have plans to be re-incarnated Phoolan Devi's and Deva's once we pass out.

16. Veteran Blogger

Was just wondering, how does one become a veteran blogger? What does it take to earn this prestigious title? ;) The other day, a friend of mine commented on my comment on a supposedly ‘veteran’ blogger. Does it have to do with the length of the time span for which one has been posting? Does it have to do with the number of posts one makes. Or does it have to do with the quality of the posts a chap/chapess (LOLZ , coined this just now) writes ? Or is it something unanimously agreed on, a dogmatic reality ?
The word veteran generally refers to the length of the posting time span, related to ‘experience’, but it doesn’t somehow fit in with blogging. Who is experienced and who isn’t ? how does one make this difference ?

15. Result : FAILED !!!!

Here ‘s the deal. The girl you like, so much so that you spent sleepless nights over preparing lines to say to her whenever you meet her the next time. No, these lines are not the special proposal lines or the cuddly wuddly flirty lines, but the absolutely normal non-reasoning-conversation-builder lines, because you stutter and your mind goes blank when you see her. Writing stuff down and memorizing them, just so that when you meet her next, you make the conversation worthwhile, because you hardly get to meet her c/o your hectic schedule. Never did you prepare so much even for the toughest of your examinations, you may never have encountered exam fear, but this is nothing like that. The “damsel in front - inability to yap” syndrome is not so uncommon, but the way you handle it is like the most peculiar way in which it will ever be handled :P . You like her beyond reason, want to see her smile, want her to give you some attention and all the exam preparation is in view of passing this “All Clear Test”. The test is called so, because if you pass the test, you are given the “all clear” signal to fly in the skies of infinite bliss and happiness, unaware of anything else going on with the world.

But this test is far more complicated than you think it is. Any exam will have a certain timing, a fixed paper pattern, previous year’s papers (they are a BIG help ;) ) but here, there’s no clue as to when the test will start, you can call it a POP-test, coz the ‘femme fatale’ can POP up right in front of you at any moment. Forget about the fixed paper pattern, as for the previous year’s papers, haven’t found others who have written this test before (earnestly hope someone who reads this actually has taken it , plzzzzzz ).

So, you sleep at day break, wake up at sunset , have a headache coz of the irregular and excess sleep, rush to the mess to get some coffee to clear all the clogs in the head. You pay for the coffee at the counter, take the cup of hot brew-aroma spewing Nescafe and turn around to see HER. She’s right in front, so close in fact that you start shivering. A sip from the Styrofoam cup would have helped to calm the nerves a little, but she gives you no time.

She : What do I do to get my passport made? I want to write GRE in September, what all should I do to get my passport made?

You : uhhh…..hmmmm…..a passport ? hmmmm….uhhhh

She : jaldi bathao naaa…..

You keep scratching your head, trying to search for answers which don’t seem to come out, coz no part of the brain is working. You try to think of the various memorized lines and see whether any one fits the bill in this situation, but you get bowled. There’s no solution.

And then you blurt out – India ke bahaar jaana khai kya ?

She : Obviously, what an answer. Now tell me will you help me in getting my PP made?

You : I …..I…..I……don’t know anything about it…….ummmmm, I….I….may not be of much help……..u know……….

In the meantime, a friend of yours and hers comes by, he’s the guy with all the answers always. She catches hold of him and tells him about the PP issue.

The Friend : I am getting late to a meeting, but if you are ready to walk along with me uptil there, I can tell you the whole thingy in a precise and concise fashion. (What a loser, who talks like this.You are bloody angry with him, but as usual, stay silent)

She : Chalo, I have no other work anyway, will walk along with you. ‘Choooo chweet’ of you to help me. come lets go, you’ll get late otherwise. ( Damn, you hate it so much when someone else gets that kinda mushy praise, so wish it were you who'd be gettin that)

You : ummm…..uhhh………bye……… (did she even hear this ? )

And there you are, all cold, be it the coffee, or the mind, all gone numb. There she goes away again, leaving you pondering over what is it that should happen to make things work…..as usual, nothing comes to mind, you order another coffee and say “Life goes on”…………..

Hal ticket Number - IC – 302
POP-test no : 1038
Result : FAILED – This student should be put under probation and a special award has to be given to him because his outstanding score has been recorded in the “All time lowest scorers Hall of Fame”.

13. Heart shaped Wonders

Love is in the air kathey! Hmmm, yeah it really is. Me and Phani, wanted a change and went to the bakery for dinner (they've got chaat too, yummy) and saw the highlight ITEM there. Heart-shaped mini cakes, ek dum mast looking, too tempting to resist, just big enough for two ppl, serving the couples (can call them couple cakes too actually). They were so tempting , i just wanted to have them, ditto with phani. We reach the counter, look at the cakes(the big heart had little cherry colored hearts on it, looked so tasty) look at each others faces , step back from the counter and stare at the cake from a distance.

Me - Shall we buy it?

Phani - what?? no way dude

Me - arey it's lookin too tasty bey (i know i may sound crazy , but a mere look at food makes it tasty for me :) )

Phani - It's only for couples bey, we are outcastes in this bakery,we are only supposed to stare at such beauties (the cakes and otherwise too :P).

Me - yeah, as the guy in Hyderabad Blues says "You can see, but you cannot touch :)"

Phani - bloody, see that guy with the cute girl, ya the fat guy , with the spectacles whoz totally gettin bald..........how in the world do they get gals baap, tell me, aint i smarter than him

Me - why even compare, if you're John Travolta, then he is Johnny lever ....hahahaha

Phani - but then, how does this happen, every 14th we end up talking with abt the same ppl, the same stuff, over and over? Isnt there an answer? am I ever gonna get a girl :(

Me - arey i want to buy that cake, i want to eat it right away.

Phani - you mad or what, the shopkeeper will think we're GB's (gay bastards...this is strictly copyrighted college lingo :P )

Me - let the shopkeeper think anything he wants, hunger comes before gender , i'd rather look gay and live than look straight and die of hunger.

Phani - OOk, do watever pleases you, i too dont mind sharing it with you, lets eat with the same spoon too, attract attention , what say? ;)

Me - You are hopelessly single, only such a mind in need can churn out ideas like these :P Chal, lets pack the cake, eat it in the gully outside, in the dark alley behind the bushes ...hahahaha

Phani - You sick fuck, buy the damn thing and lets leave.

Me - Fuck you Bitch, I'll go and get it...my tummy is callin for the cake "Oh meri munni cake, main aa gaya, tere liye bahaar leekar " :)


ps: All outcastes on valentine's should have a special bakery to go to, where there'll be half-hearted cakes (both in shape and effort). may be some outcastes (of the opposite sex, not stressin on it though :P) may get to talk to each other back into the game from such novel joints ...wat say... i am sayin this bcoz ppl like me 'n phani need these novel joints, coz anything happenin for real without a miracle seems to be unimaginable :(

12. The Missy behind

Chris, the hunk on his way to the dungeon people call a lecture hall, realizes he's late. Enters in through the back door,sits on a squeaky bench which attracts undue attention."Why me, why do i always get the squeaky ones?" , he wonders. As usual, he isn’t able to make head or tail of the lecture, seems LOST. He tries to stay awake with all the strength left in him.Looks at his watch, scratches his head, gives his neck some workout, stretches his legs, sends his friend an SMS and looks at his watch again only to find that one ONE single minute has passed since the last time he’d seen it. The professor seems to go on and on endlessly, Chris is clinging on to dear life, trying to stay awake and come through this ordeal Alive!

Then suddenly he gets a reason to stay awake - A girl sitting just behind him, in the next row, coughs. He’s got a mission now, to find out “Who’s that girl ?”. Thinks for while, cant turn right back as it would make him look silly, so realizes that he needs to accomplish the task with the limited neck-rotation range. Time’s not a problem, it never is when you are in a lecture hall, coz the clock just stops ticking :) Now starts to think of ways, gets very weird ideas. Takes his left wrist (he sports a watch on his left hand) close to his face and starts tilting it in such a way that the reflection of the glass frame zeroes in on her. But does take care that he doesn’t make his viewing efforts obvious to the girl behind. The watch rotation strategy works, but only partially, the IMAGE is’nt clear, it’s all blurry. All he could make out of it was that it was a fair female with long hair….."hmmm, that reduces the list of suspects ;)" he thinks, that’s coz many of the gals in his class are of the bob cut/mushroom cut variety.

Ponders for a while , hears her cough again, so is even more eager to solve the mystery, listens to the prof for a while (courtesy sake) as he is still on the lookout for a way. Sees the guy in front has a pair of sunglasses (the reflective kind) in his bag. Do anything to stay awake and not listen to the lecture ,that was his motto. He takes the glasses out, and thinks “aah, this will do the trick, these shades will gimme a picture of the princess sitting behind…”. So engrossed is he in his musings that he doesn’t notice the professor standing next to him all this while.

Prof : GET UP !!

(Chris does slowly , with the squeaking chair making his rise even more dramatic :P)

Prof: What are you trying to do?

Chris thinks “Should I tell him? He’ll commit suicide if he knows the scant attention I am paying to his lecture, being busy on a girl quest instead, I’ll remain silent”.

Prof : Please leave the class.

Chris bends to take his books, then turns around to leave from the back door. Manages to steal a glance at the female behind, whom he was trying to figure out for all this while. Turns out that it was Reggie….Oh so beautiful Reggie! He had a liking from the time he had joined college. Gets a big smile from her and walks out like a victorious warrior :) “Mission accomplished and done with the lecture too!” he muses as he walks out. What made it still magical was the killer smile she gave passes at him in the end. Begins to wonder “ May be she did notice all my efforts, may be she does want me to notice her…Naah! Be the pessimist you are, just stay away, you cant take girls! …. But that one smile has made my day”.

Footnote :
Remembered this SMS that I got off late.

Barkha Dutt(the NDTV interviewer) ask some boys,

Q. What do you guys do to get a girl’s attention?
Ans: We have to ride bikes, learn to play the guitar and drums, get our hair streaked, get muscular going to gyms, follow them like dogs….Damn , the list is too long, and embarrassing too :P.

She asks a group of girls ,
Q; What do you girls do to get a guy’s attention?
Ans: Just smile once and he’s all yours :)

11. Attention!!! - What the heck

“Attention !” – “I’ll do anything man, I am even ready to shout ‘Attention!’ like a military general, just to make her look at me, because once I get the look naa, I can work my way through with my charm”, says my friend. I say, “ Arey, there’s your cute school friend at the other end of the hall, who’s constantly trying to get your attention, and you are totally ignoring her”, to which he says “no dude, she’s not the, u know, girl friend type. She isn’t demanding, high handed, flirtatious which are total turn on’s for me. She too easily agrees to what I have to say and hardly asks for anything, giving me the impression that she doesn’t want to be anything more than a friend.”

How often does this not happen, the person you want to talk to isn’t as eager to listen to you, as is a person, whom you aren’t so eagerly interested to listen to, yourself. The wretched irony of life, or can it be thought of as a guiding light? Don’t you hear people saying, “What goes around comes around”, or is this just a myth. Lets just not confine the issue to talking, lets take it a step further by saying that the interest you show in a person, the effort you put or want to put to get that person’s attention does not get the kind of reciprocation or response you would like to get.

When it comes to love, a good friend of mine says, “I just cant understand the concept of adjustment in love. People say, why go searching for love when there are people you know who are ready give you love? How can you adjust and compromise in matters of love?”. I’d say a better word for it would be “contentment”, but that’s a secondary thing. If you are in love with someone who isn’t interested even the slightest bit in you, then what does one do? Reassess whether is it really love or is it just infatuation packaged in a glittery wrapper ? Or Continue to be in love without letting the ‘person’ know of it? What if there is another person in love with you already :o ? Or Stay contented saying, this wasn’t meant to be, so let me search for other open roads? Another friend of mine says, “Adjustment is a part of life dude, u have to adjust yourself according to the circumstances and situations”, but that’s a separate issue all together.

We so desperately try to get that someone’s attention, we’ll try every trick in the book, every potion and spell that we know just to get noticed by the right person. And invariably what happens is that it’s everyone else other than that someone, who end up noticing you. And the same holds true for people trying to get your attention as well, you are so busy trying to get someone else’s attention that you don’t pay attention to the efforts made to get your attention. Sounds clichéd, twisted, but that’s the way it is.

I have got so vexed looking at how this “vicious circle” gets formed everywhere, that I’ve stopped consciously from making efforts to be noticeable, even accidentally. Have resigned from the “Attention-mongers” department, have adopted the “if I have to get noticed by someone, it will happen eventually, no point in trying consciously to draw attention.”. have begun paying Attention to every possible attempt made to make me feel better or happier and it is giving me a lot more satisfaction coz I can see the happiness in people’s face when they get the desired reciprocation for their tries.

But then again, the chirpy child within me gets outta control now and then and gets back to trying to impress upon people and get me noticed. There’s this conflict which crops up every now and then , but finally practicality wins(I hate it to win, but it ultimately does) and I am back to being what I have always been, a poor “Attention - gatherer”.

8. Should I, should'nt I ....Sleep

They came, they taught, we slept ……this is the story of every engineering student(may be every student even). “Hall sleepers”(of the lecture hall) is a new generation of people, a new race with an attitude, still in it’s evolving stages. Will come back to this later.

Have encountered so many profs over the 6 semesters, there’s one common element in all of ‘em. That being, their incapability to understand a student’s reluctance to voice his/her questions in a huge classroom!! Come on man, these people have done such superb specializations, done double-triple PhD’s , earned god knows how many gold medals, but cant figure out this one basic thing! We (students of my college) are all habituated to sitting in a normal classroom (one of max strength 60) all our lives. Even there it’s only after a lot of hesitation did I manage to call a lecturer and get a question answered. Here, it’s a lecture hall, a class with 300 capacity, with about 200 people sitting!

The professor, like stands on the podium, 50 feet away from the nearest row of students, speaks into a mike and uses a huge slide projector and all sorts of gadgets to substitute a basic chalk + blackboard combination. How is this different from, say , a distance learning program, or an online education program? Even there you get to see a screen with slides from a power-point file and the interaction is one way. I am comparing it with distance learning also , because many studs ( I am one of them ;) ) aint accustomed even now to this environment and end up sleeping through most of these lectures. Now sleepers come in 2 baskets themselves, one group of sleepers are the ones who don’t care going to the lecture hall and sleep in their rooms, while the other group care enough to come to the Lecture hall but have a good nap there. In fact, distance learning is still better, don’t have to go through this drudgery of “only physically” attending these lectures while being “mentally snore-driven”. Then there is this guilt feeling that crops up every now and then.

Rahul - Arey, we should not sleep in our rooms during lectures man, we should try to atleast attend lectures.

Me – What’s the use bey, u’ll go and sleep there too.

Rahul – But that gives a different, some sort of a satisfying feel dude, we can say that we atleast tried. Atleast get to see girls naa. i know whom you look at all the while....You Chupa rustham, bastard!!!

Me –yeah right! but she's like always first row baap, hard to catch a glimpse of hers from the last benches sadly :( Anyway, see the practicality behind it, at least you get to sleep in the cosy blanket in your room, you need to crouch, bend and sleep at awkward angles over there …. Hahaha

Rahul –The profs are always armed with those sleep missiles in their tongues baap. The minute they start talking, we all fall down immediately..lol

Me- It’s more like a lullaby, the moment you hear it, it takes over you and closes your eyes for you. These people can be great hypnotists man…..or they can even offer Sleep-therapy.

Rahul- Ya, that will be great. We’ll open a new health service, caption “For all the sleepless people of India…Come, welcome into the world of Signals, Probability and Microelectronics….we have experts from all over the country, gold medalists…If you don’t fall asleep in 5 minutes, we’ll give you back your money.(by the time you wake up , we’ll be off with your money …LOLZ) ”.

Very few professors even care or give a thought to the student’s inhibitions to raise his/her voice in a classroom. A better communication mechanism between the prof and the students will certainly improve the student’s learnability and throughput of the system as a whole. Till a solution to this problem is found, you’ll find lecture halls filled with sleepers and girl – gazers like me ;)

7. A Little less conversation :)

Here’s the scene, 3 guys (we are BTech students), Me tarak and srikanth goin out to get ourselves cell phone SIM cards. We move out of the hostel to the auto stand nearby, one of the auto drivers comes up and asks “kidhar?”. We say sector – 11. The guy, first shouts something in gujarati to all the other drivers in the stand, then says 30 bucks no less. None of them will agree to take us for 20 now, whereas it actually costs even lesser than that. Fuming, at the first TOPI we are made to wear for the day, we hop in. The auto starts

Tarak - Bloody fellows, it’s a monopoly they run, they know we are helpless, cant go anywhere else for autos (our college being in a semi-jungle doesn’t help).
Me - Once we pass out of here lets start an auto business, make a new stand, with 10 brand new autos….caption will be “ faster than a Ferrari, cheaper than a Maruti"
Srikanth (gonna call him Sri frm now on) – Arey seriously baap, if i don’t get placed this May, then my parents are gonna kill me. i haven’t prepared for any competitives, my score is way below Danger Line…
Me – No probs bey, our auto master plan will succeed u see….
Sri – Stfu.
Tarak- guys guys, lets talk crap, we do it the best. After 3 years in college, the best thing that has happened to us is, the fact that we can talk loads and loads of non sense and make people listen to it as well. It’s a refined art u know !
Me – ekdum right. We have discussed on so many issues, below the belt ones, above the thigh ones ;), extremely volatile ones too, not to forget.

Then we see a few girls (some cute some not) walking on the footpath.

Sri - Gujju girls have no dress sense.
Tarak – tht is ok, our AP girls have no sense at all.
Me – hahaha….look at that female, wearing Pink…..GAWD… I hate pink
Tarak – My dad bought me a Pink T with hearts all over it, I told him “ dad never ever buy me anything tht is even close to pink , leave alone hearts.”
Me – he’s from Old school naa, will take time to understand why pink sucks. Did u know purple is a gay colour ?
Sri – really ! how ? when ? where ?
Tarak - :o wow, this is news
Me – It’s not some flash news tht has cropped up all of a sudden, it’s been there for years. In Spain I believe, if u wear a purple T and walk around, guys are gonna come and flirt with u…what a situation that would make right
Sri – I mean, here we are, conservative Indian guys, very conscious of ourselves, being chased by guys in a country where it’s all legalized, so cant even goto the cops :)
Me – I tell u, this colour choice fiasco will never end….all colours will gradually be taken by some new category of ppl (I meant a category with a newer and more weirder sexual inclination than all the existing ones right now..not being racist baap..spare me tht crap)
Tarak – ya, tomorrow , u will get up and realize,all we can wear is the silver coloured suits which we see aliens wearing in futuristic movies.

Sri – don’t u think all possibilities have been exhausted already, I mean there are just 2 genders, and so total possibilities that arise are 3 right….there cant be any more I guess…what a discussion we are having !!! this should be recorded (they dunno tht I am recording it, mentally)
Me – U never know, there may come a day when all homos who support arranged homosexual marriages will form a group….say the arra-homo group( in tamil arra means half btw) and say all people supporting it must sport Yellow !!! There u go, Yellow goes out of our clothes colour dictionary then, doesn’t it !
Tarak – So many of the top German people were gay, Hitler, wagner (a musician..mozart types) ….The ‘swastika’ – or the Mother cult which hitler started has its roots in homosexuality. The strength and will they get from male to male attraction is what they use to make their race superior, is what the swastika group is all about.
Sri – Don’t know anything bey, tomorrow we may become gay ourselves, if we don’t find good gals now.
Me –arey its better to be nono–sexual than homo-sexual baap, seriously.
Tarak – Just over heard a guy telling his girl, “why do u want that one, it’s so expensive ! ” to which she says “all my friends have it so I want it , that’s it !”
Me – demanding gals, ever ready to give guys….that is the story of an Indian pair 
Sri – antha ledu, have seen girls take the lead and pay the money in many cases.
Me – This is news, not happened to me till date ;)
Tarak – as if u have a girl…we are all the “not looked at” crowd dude. We are a part of the GGTP group (Good guys but Too polite) Good guys who are too polite and non-interfering types, so cant approach and talk to girls!
Me – And simple funda, as long as we don’t talk to them, they wont know we are interested, so they wont talk…..giving rise to the ever increasing phenomenon of “one side Love OSL”.
Sri- the movie “arya’ tries to give a good color to this OSL, but in reality it’s really the most frustrating and ‘cant do anything’ type condition really.

IF u liked this conversation, I will update it further, with more interesting stuff. The auto can go on and on u know, with us discussing stuff inside….plz keep my auto running.

6. Confession

The wise men say,it is always better to tell the truth. When you are hiding a certain something from a person (can be for various reasons) , it is said that telling the Truth will unburden you , give you peace of mind. The very reason you may be hiding a secret ( a bad phrase ! ) is because of the feeling of uneasiness and the uncertainty with which the other person would respond upon revealing the secret. Mind you, I reiterate that the reasons behind keeping a secret are best known only to you, so you are the best judge of the situation and no one is in a better position than you to take the decision. Doesn’t matter what the wise men say, you need to have the power to keep or reveal a secret after weighing the pros and cons of it and also primarily after you have evaluated whether the other person will be able to handle it or not.

As Jack Nicholson says in the courtroom during the movie “A few Good men” - “You want the Truth, You cant HANDLE the Truth !!!” Now here is a big time issue, how can you make a decision for someone else ? Is it alright to decide for another person without letting him/her know ? One may say that it depends on the kind of secret , the circumstances and the current situation. That is precisely the point right !! Taking all these factors into account (or a few of ‘em , whichever is relevant ) , it is you who get to do what feels right. There may be a cloud of uncertainty around, getting it cleared will be a major task. Talking to people whom you confide in helps, but it’s only through retrospection that you can have a satisfying answer. Think, re-think about it till a rational conclusion is arrived at.

Some secrets are taken to the grave. WHY ? If people always confessed and told their secrets out loud , the world would not be the way it is today. If Bush says “ I want a lot of OIL, those Iraqi bastards aint givin it to me , so I’ll fuck them and yank every drop of OIL outta their balls !” , think of what will happen……I cant even imagine . But this is an open secret. There are secrets which remain in the back of our heads, they do come to the fore front once in a while, we think it out, give our heads a little strain and decide its best it remains a secret and push it back to where it came from.

Actually me calling it secret is in itself not doing justice to the topic I am writing about. It would be better if I would call it “Concealment of Impactable Knowledge” . Because the word “secret” gives you a pre conceived notion which is already in our heads c/o films and TV…..It has a certain negativity, an element of unpleasantness attached to it.

5. Free Style

Does the almighty stop the rotation of the earth for a while ? Or is it just me...Why is it that the one hour CA (comp. Algorithms) class seems to last until eternity!!!!

Just before an exam, we scamper around learning this and that and how we wish that we had that extra minute or two. We always think of the wonders culd hav done with those minutes.....:)
The thing we need to note is, that the lack of attention towards the activity we are pursuing gives a notion of an increased time span. We feel there's more time at hand when we dont do the work witha level of concentration and dedication. After having read millions of logically derived mathematical propositions, you can have a chuckle at this axiom that i am gonna propose.

{Attentivity + Purposefulness + Dedication }
proportional to
{ 1 / (Time left to pursue the purpose}

The classic example I'd like to give is what my friend used to say when we got bored during the drab lectures " Paanch(5) minute se watch dekhroon, Do(2) minute hi hua kya rey bhai ".........

There will always be exceptions to this seemingly weird statement,but try to think why an exception becomes one and the truth comes out, the law applies even there, in an indirect fashion :P

4. Who can be a Listener ???

Self Absorbedness -> what has it got to do with the character of a person.Can this one trait speak volumes about a certain person?Is it wrong to be self absorbed? What do I mean when I say "self-absorbed".I actually am referring to the condition of being preoccupied with your own thoughts,that you hardly even listen to the person conversing with you.There is'nt an ounce of interest you show towards the guy/gal who is sitting and patiently listening , especially 'actively' listening to all that you have to dish out.You know, to make such a one-sided,one person dominated non-conversation, it takes a "Listener" on the receiving end.And here I arrive at the core point of this discussion.Who can be a "Listener"? What does it take to be a Listener? With all the people being too self absorbed and involved in doling their hearts out and expressing their troubles, good Listeners are always required to make a conversation a possibility.I feel being a Listener is a part of or rather should be a part of one's personality.This I say because social relations are formed and maintained on the basis of personal confrontations followed by conversations. If a conversation is'nt getting interesting,you initially try to make it lively.If this doesnt seem to work, then it's better off to get into the role of the "Listener".I tell you,it's the safest role to assume.People always keep saying "I am sorry,I should not have said it that way when we met" or "Why did i say that, i am a dumb fool to have spoken like that". If you are a listener, you dont have any such worries.The power of "not saying" something is huge , one whose magnitude cant be judged.Being the Listener, I get to hear all the thoughts, the opinions and thus evaluate the personality whereas I shield myself from everyone, without giving them a a chance to have a peek into my mind.So, I stay in my comfort zone, getting a peak into the minds of all others.Believe me, there are benefits of being a "Listener". :)

3. Ignorance is Bliss....

This title seems weird, like some proverb taken from a fable book. But when u come to think of it, there’s an amazing amount of information that it doles out, depending on the way you look at it. The very fact that you don’t know about a certain thing or a certain happening is a “blessing in disguise”, because that’s the way it’s meant to be, or that’s the way your life has been designed(I am getting kinda philosophical over here).Once you are aware/conscious about all the aspects of a certain activity, then you weigh the pros and cons a million times before you finally do it. You would have gone on and simply done it without any fuss if you were not aware of the event’s externalities. Let me give you an example. Remember the nuclear bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki during ww2? Who can forget that? The U.S ‘s pride was hurt real bad due to the destructive attack by the Japanese forces at Pearl Harbor, hence it decided to produce nuclear weapons. A big team of scientists was formed, a lot of funds pooled up to conduct extensive experimentation and produce a “destructive wonder”. After viewing the results of a few experiments after a few months of research, the leader of the team of scientists(say a Mr.Roger) realized that what he was going to create was a “weapon of immense mass destruction”. He tried to think of the repercussions it would have on the people who would be hit by this “demon”. He could not digest the fact that millions of people would have an impaired life because of his creation. So, Roger was in a dilemma ,on one hand he had worked so hard for many months, in his area of interest, which had given him a lot of joy. But, he was also aware of the fact that he would be creating a “monster” ,which would be unleashed on millions of harmless people.Initially,Roger thought that even if he would quit , there would always be someone else to fill his place and achieve the goal assigned. The completion of a research to a scientist is just like giving birth to a child for a woman. Several months of relentless hard work goes into achieving the final result and the joy, which they get after the job is done is immense. Roger wanted to continue research, but finally decided to quit because he did not want to be remembered as the man behind this devious man made creation . He stuck to his ethics and quit the job. He also tried to persuade his team mates to quit, but they did not, because they were not able to visualize the impact of what they were doing on the world. In their case, the fact that they were unable to perceive the destructive power of their creation enabled them to continue with the research. Roger tried to go public, explaining the direction in which the research was heading in, but he was mysteriously killed in a freak lab accident.Here we had Roger, totally aware of the externalities of his work, which put him in a fix, made his life miserable and finally led to a mysterious death, may be due to mental instability or due to the whim of higher powers. The point is that had he not thought of the repercussions of his work, but silently carried on his research, then he would have been a rich man, and who knows probably still alive.This was a very heavy example, but a very important one for you to analyze. We also hear the cricket commentators say during crunch situations “Players should just play their natural game and not think much about the present situation”. Why do they say this? This is because the more thinking done evaluating the match situation, more will be the pressure created due to the evaluation, which will lead to a lot tensions. Hence, it is very less likely that a pressurized, tense person will perform. On the contrary, a certain player who focuses only on his game and is also sub-consciously aware of how to handle the crunch situation will end up on the winner’s side. This is the way the human psyche (thought process) works.Why aren’t small children afraid of walking on thin walls or climbing trees or teasing stray dogs?????? That’s because they are blissfully unaware of the fears associated with these events. Once they get to know of the risks and dangers involved, they’ll be cautious and will always evaluate the risk involved before going on to do something.The same is the case with all of us. We remain blissfully unaware of so many things/events happening around us, because we try not to consider it as a part of our system/scheme of things. There is a tendency to deliberately remain unaware of certain issues, thereby not feeling guilty/irresponsible while doing such stuff. Every situation/happening has a number of parameters associated with it. Only if you know that a situation has some parameters will you begin to think and evaluate the situation, right!!! Life is a wonderful experience, we learn about the various parameters during the journey, thereby making us more evaluative and in short, more vulnerable.There is a certain pattern, a certain history behind every activity/event that is happening and that will happen. The inability to interpret the pattern a certain event follows contributes to it’s randomness or it being called “Random”. If something is random, then it means that the pattern of it’s functionality has not been discovered as yet. Sounds weird huh!!!! But give this some thought and you will find the answers to many of the unanswered questions.As for events with existing patterns, there is no way to say that the pattern it’s associated with is the only comprehensive one describing it’s features. There is a lot about nature that we are unaware of and we are slowly but steadily trying to figure the various mysteries it has to offer. We are steadily increasing or broadening our horizon and reaching closer to the absolute truth. There is a great saying and it goes like this - “we are always moving from the “lesser truth” towards the “greater truth”, not from the wrong to the right”. I don’t know who said this but it sure does make a lot of sense.

2. The Essence of education

There is a saying – “Education is in itself an education”. What is the basic aim of education? Is it to just the transfer a whole lot of knowledge from the different specific domains over a period of time? Education should be able to equip a person with the capability to think, apply the acquired knowledge in actual situations and most of all, it should make him/her a better person. When I say “capability to think”, I don’t just mean the logical analysis of a technical problem, I am referring to the ability to think and analyze the value of life and the notions of “personal satisfaction” and “identifying your priorities”.In the process of acquiring knowledge, we deal with various situations and face certain hindrances, which we overcome eventually. This exposure prepares us to face the real world at a later stage of our lives.When you see a ladder, can you estimate it’s length without using any instrument? Just by observing the sun, can you roughly guage the time of the day? At any instant, if you are asked to give a rough estimate of the cost of an outing to the movies, how accurately will your answer be? If there is a half filled bucket in front of you, can you give the quantity of water in it? These are a few real world situations where we tend not to apply our technical knowledge. We have learnt a lot about “Mensuration”, calculating areas and volumes of different surfaces, but we restrict the use of that knowledge only for the exams. The ability to identify real world application of the knowledge acquired is a very important asset, which an education should provide.My math professor used to tell us “Your marks may not be important for long but your character will be important forever”. He is so right, because it is on the basis of your character that you are judged throughout; your personality reflects the qualities of your character. Academic brilliance is recognized, but so is a good character. Special emphasis on character building is necessary. There is also the saying –“If you get the bigger things/aims right , the smaller things/aims automatically fall in place.” To illustrate, you are given two jugs, one with huge stones and one with small pebbles and sand grains. If you fit the big stones over the smaller pebbles, it just wont work out. Whereas, if you put the pebbles in the gaps between the huge stones, then the two jugs care made fit one. So, if one is able to absorb the essence of what his/her education has offered, then the technical/bookish knowledge and the logical reasoning capability will automatically fit into the person’s mind. In a nutshell, if you know why you are being bombarded with information from various domains of knowledge, you will have a clearer understanding of the various spectra of understanding, also you will naturally acquire the ability to apply this knowledge to the real world situations.

1. Evaluation

How does one judge a person? What I am trying to ask is, when you meet a person, your interaction with him/her is largely influenced by the ‘opinion’ you have formed about that person in your head. This “forming of opinion” is based on past experiences of conversing with that person and also on the feedback received from other people regarding that person. In short, you form your opinion about a certain individual after hearing to other opinions and by your assessment of his/her personality. You may ask, why at all should one form an opinion about another person. Well that is human nature for you, and if there are people living without forming opinions about the people they interact with, then they are truly a blessed group. Because, at a certain level in your mind, you do tend to form an opinion about every other person.So, the focus is now on your assessment of an individual’s personality. When you think of a person, what comes to mind is a few striking good features(if any), but they are eclipsed by even the smallest of the bad qualities possessed. You may be a calm and composed person throughout your life, but just one angry outburst of yours damages your image, because that is what will be remembered. That is the way the human mind works. We tend to remember more of the negativity, that the positive aspects of a person. One stark negative quality is enough for a person to get labeled as having that feature. You may have a million good qualities and might have done a billion good deeds, but it the one shady act/bad deed of yours that will be highlighted and projected.I can give a number of examples. Say, You have joined as a freshman in a college. You meet a guy/gal and become friends with that individual. You party along and have a jolly good time in the company of that friend. But one day, you come to know that that person “smokes and drinks”. You belonging to a traditional family with values filled into your head , are totally against smoking. When you meet that person the next time around, the only thought that lingers in your head is “here comes the smoker…….. here comes the smoker”. No matter how good that person has been to you, or how well you both have clicked as friends, you just cant seem to get this thing out of your head. All the positive aspects seen from the past experiences with that person are forgotten. You begin to judge that person based on only one negative quality of his/her. Now, another debatable point is , smoking and drinking is a conscious choice made by a person, fully aware of the externalities involved. Hence, you should not judge that person just by one choice he/she has made, because that is just not fair.Coming to the American presidents, first talk of Nixon. His “Watergate” scandal tarnished his image and he has ever since been looked at as the “the guy who disrespected democracy”. Talking about Mr. Bill Clinton, he passed many daring and revolutionary policies and took America to great new heights. But the incident with Ms.Lewinsky is what made him get impeached. Now, if even you as a layman, are asked to speak a few sentences about Clinton, the first thing that will come to mind is the “sexual assault on Lewinsky”.The human mind works in this fashion, and it is very tough to change it.I am not asking you to forget the negative aspects while assessing a personage.One must be able to judge a person by looking at the whole spectrum of qualities he/she possesses. This is really tough, because the mind is not prepared to work in this way. That is human nature and it’s unavoidable, but now that you are consciously aware of this idea, try to shape your way of thinking so as to judge a person in the most appropriate way possible. Just give this a thought.If this is difficult to put into action, try not to form any opinion about a person.Just take that person as he/she is, without any prejudices.