Mentally depressed intellectually repressed week!!!

where is the zombie??? well the zombie a.k.a me was dead walking(well err..its sleep walking the other days... bu these 2 weeks i was awake forcefully) for the past 2 weeks because of the e.x.a.m.s which drained the 2 vada pav, 1 thali,2 samosas and shitty dinner energy daily.

Its not the amount of studies that takes a toll, it s the general scare and void created by it which is energy sipping. And add to this the twenty twenty world cup which was by large the most important thing in my daily schedule....watch toss, india batting, india bowling, final presentation, then indian team going to the loo, then to the hotel and till they go to bed to sleep.... err then i realise that i have a exam the next day.... but wait...i have even more important thing to do now...tish!!tish!!tish!! i slap myself for forgeting this...how can i forget to do this...

yeah.... its time to get to bed and do the most important asana in yoga....nidra asana...lay flat on ur back and close ur eyes.deep breathe inside and out...if possible get a blanket and cover ur face also.

phew after a tiring session of yoga... i get up to read...arghmmm... well before that i read the newspaper...for current events?? naaa.... just to read what mr vajpayee had to say about indian team's victory... imagine i would even read classifieds column if it has a mention of cricket... I read the same stuff which i had seen the day before... but still would read it and get excited and kick my roomie who is sleeping peacefully after night-out-studies session(sin number 39870 accumulated... well if ask me what my 39869 sins were.... it was denying myself sleep for the n number of times after coming to mumbai).

Hmmmm then after all this thoughtful exercises which are not even remotely related to exam preparation... my roomies scare the hell out of me.... they have covered 80 percent of the portion and i am yet to read the subject name...

*SARKAR THEME MUSIC PLAYING IN BACK GROUND AND HEAVY GLARES EXCHANGED BETWEEN SRINATH AND THE PILES OF WORKSHEETS*

well that was a sfx special effects induced to inform the audience that i have become serious..(uhahahaha!!! uhahahaha!! well thts my roomies laughing their heart out...

tish!!tish!!....thats me responding thru violence... people..u need to accept... i can also become serious in life!!)

Now that i have become serious... i wage a losing battle with the subject... and most of the time it gets the better of me. But i don't lose heart... i just tear the pages and throw them in the dustbin... just to show them who is the boss!! YEAH!!! BABY!! I AM THE BOSS!!

exchanging saddam hussain looks with the bits of papers in the dustbin...(but after a while i go to my friend and ask him.."err...dooode whats their in lesson 5.can u lend me the notes"..these were precisely the same notes i had torn few minutes back..)

hmmm well so confident after the heavy weight preparation... i go to the exam hall to give the paper....thinking i can give a better performance given the fact that we have relative grading. But all the people are useless...they waste their time...no body is ready to join my league....the league of the intellectually repressed lot.

Hmm.. exam one...a sense of small rod being inserted with smooth effect..

exam two.... the rod has become a boulder....and no smooth effect.. its shoved right up.. ouch!!!

exam three... outright rrrraaaappppeee!!!bachao...

exam four...lost sensation..... but same intensity being maintained...

exam five...comfortably numb... now its free for all... all side mental rrrraaappee...

exam six seven and eight.... retired hurt!!! need supporter to walk...

Exam nine.....dead... silence observed...procession held...1/6th manager version1.1 released...

i.e the official trimester over...

phew....now i am here writing my stories and in this process dedicating my cgpa to the indian team for which one soul has rested in peace.

noteby: there was no exam nine for us.... i din realise this...by the time i reached exam six seven and eight..i was in nirvana state and any event happening around me was running on the back up power of my brain.....

jai india!!! jai trimester!!!

We don't need no education!!!

OOPS!!! was the title misleading??

I swear i just wanted to convey the idea that MBA curriculum is quite heavy and we just need a break.... (this is what happens if u start writing at the middle of the night..err sorry early in the morning hmmm to be precise 2 a.m....random thoughts are just let out!!)

And did we deserve a break?? Hell 'yeah'!!!.......

So the junta decided to chill out...in the literal sense...so the place was decided-matheran.

Err... well before proceeding further..

a small advertisement*- this trip was conceptualised, planned and executed by Mr SUPTACK-who-gifted me-a-designer-tee-GANJOO and Ms MALVIKA-who-commited-the-crime-of-filming-me-while-I-was-sleeping-in-class-NATH. clap!! clap!!clap!!

(* disclaimer--psst!!psst!!audience..the above print ad was published under distress....u have no choice when there is a gun at point blank range right on your head!!! look at their evil smile...nahi !!!!!!!)

LOL jus kidding... well thanks to them it was a great trip....

well now that the place and the date was decided..it was time to pack our bags and hit the road.

everyone decided to meet up at 7 in the morning...err..but theye din't mention If it was MTZ(mumbai time zone) or CTZ(chennai time zone). So due to this miscommunication i was a bit late...so late that even the girls had turned up before me...isin't that unbelieveable!!! (this is the most hopeless excuse i could find for being late..please accept it.. :-( )

We took to the most beloved lifeline of mumbai-the mumbai local to reach the destination.

And an real funny or rather amusing incident followed...

there is this character in our class called KARTHICK-who-is-the-source-of-south-indian-food-for-me RAJA.

He had just got a new mobile fone few days back and was just reminding me of the fact that i had misplaced my phone. In a goodwil gesture i reminded him of being careful about his belongings in a mumbai local coz nothing thats outside your body is safe while travelling in a local train...i repeat...nothing is safe. So all the more reasons for him to safegaurd the lil-johny...err..i would like to clarify one thing here...by lil johny i meant the fone which was precious to him.

station 3- our hero is listening to music and rapping...YO!! MAN!!

station 6-same music, same rap

station 10-same music, same rap but a small difference..the lil johny is now lost.

He din even realise which station he lost his mobile... YO!! MAN!!

After some useless attempts at registering a complaint...we proceeded further...

the trip uphill was always going to be exciting...we jus needed some messiah to drop us at the top of the hill so that we can continue our trek and adventures.

But i guess asking this messiah to transport 12 people in one van was a bit asking too much.. jus look at it..and see at the reaction of the driver...he he he he..amen!!..god bless the convicts

Believe me....i had a chance to witness a VAN doing the wheely stunt with the heavy weights sitting at the back.

After some enlightenment..we decided to take an extra van and reached the destination-yipee!!!

Since Matheran does not allow any vehicles after a point.... we had to take the natraj (good ol feets) service to walk our way to various destinations.

The hill station was amazing treat for the nature lovers. Amazing views and to top it all amazing climate. Totally fog set backgrounds, dense green cover and lonely paths. Pefect setting for a trek freak to let his adventurous imaginations let loose. The gang was totally energetic and the face to face interaction with their distant cousins(err..a fancy way to relate to the monkeys) gave them a boost. Well there are few fotos from which u will come to a conclusion that indeed we are in some way or the other related to these monkeys.

After a looooong looooong walk around the trek venue....yours truly discovered the largest waterfall in the world....err...(well the water fall was a lil less than 6 feet..eeeeee..smiles at large..)

sorry for the exageration..but still i get the credit for finding this stream and we had a amazing time wading thru this stream. Checkout that link of pics which has the so called NIAGRA FALLS of india.

We spent some quality time in the stream wetting ourselves....PHATACK!!don even dare to think the other way..what i meant was that we got drenched in the stream.

Phew!! the trip got theh better of us and every one was damn tired. So it was time to get back to mumbai...another city which is never short of adventure.... and we already had a victim of mumbai local adventure..he he he!!!

But wait!!wait!!

we were not going to leave matheran before leaving some memories behind...

after a tired day at trek....this is what we did finally...

Hey!! Hey!! don't come to any conclusions.....

We thought we should get a final glimpse of the deep valleys of matheran and were having a steep look.... nothing of the sort u ppl are imagining or have concluded upon. The nature was calling upon us to witness its beauty. wink!! wink!!

The way back was not that eventful...i was in the state of trance because of the extreme fatigue levels.... infact i could here people swearing and fighting with each other in my half sleep.... later it was confirmed that was a group singing merrily..... so much for my state..i could not figure out that it was quack!!quack!! err..sorry sorry....i repeat i could not figure out that it was a melody sung in passion...

hmmm...but till date my doubts are still there.....was i really in trance or...were they singing or quacking??? I have good control over my senses....so i presume they were great singers...(the sarcasm to be noted).

this post is dedicated to the monkeys, waterfalls,horse shit in the pathway and of course to the spirit of our class.

P.S Hey...if the people involved in the trip are reading this post...please mention the other events that i have missed out...