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"you don't caapy"

"Samveeth (Samvith), you don't caapy (copy), take it a five anna coin, poot(put) it on Pooja Bhatt's navel, and shake shake shake" (spoken in a musical tone)
Peter's (child abuser biology teacher) sarcastic response to my question "Sir, should we copy"
Background: Peter walk's into the class and without saying a word, starts drawing the anatomy of the human body. Intestines, esophagus and all. He never actually told the class to copy it down. After 40 mins of a rather detailed and artistic drawing that incorporated the use of multiple colors of chalk (which was in itself a rarity). Peter was done. So impressed he was with his own little masterpiece that he began to write the words "please omit" right next to it (so that the next teacher wouldn't erase it).
I, as usual, was oblivious to the class (who were actually copying it down). Also, technically, he never actually asked us to copy it (cause he started drawing it without saying a word). So I just wasted the class away. When it finally occurred to me that he was probably drawing up this thing for us to copy, I made the foolish (or bold-there’s a fine line) move to confirm the obvious. And asked him if we were expected to copy the diagram.
His response (above) was supposed to be as sarcastic as possible and needless to say, the whole class found it rather hilarious.

"maaro! maaro saala ko" rough translation - (beat him, beat the bugger)

This chant was used in Hindi class, the teacher would threaten to hit a student and the class would start chanting (first low chants and then built to a cresendo) "Maaro, Maaro saala ko", the teacher always let the culprit go and continued with the class...he knew that he'd loose eitherway - if he hit the student, the class got what they asked for, if he let the student go, the class didn't care and the student got away.
reverse psychology at it's best!!

you always had it

sometime around mid June, 2005.
I saw him and knew he was searching for something. I told him, "I know your searching for something, something that can be taught, and I can teach it to you, but before I do that, I should tell you that you always had it in you. You just didn't know...think about it."
the next day he came up to me and said, "Yeah, I know what you mean, you were right."

thats funny

for the whole summer of 2003, i had a co worker who didn't laugh even once, she would only say "thats funny".

humor and intelligence

Funny is the by product of intelligence

i want to be a millionaire...

interview for admission to la martiniere (calcutta) 1st standard (1st grade).

interviewer (the principal) : What do you want to be when you grow up?
me: A millionaire.
I got admitted :) !

first line at shadow lounge

my first line at shadow lounge when i was doing stand up/poetry reading sometime last year (2004).
"yeah, now even your comedians are being outsourced"

so you believed in all that they told you,
so you believed in the sun and the moon,
the stars and the oceans,
so you believed in god,
so you believed in hope and love,
in the forces of good and evil,
so you believed in life,
so you believed you're the strongest,
so you believed you're dead,
so you believed you can bleed,
talk, eat, walk, drink,
sleep, wink and smile,
so you believed in fast cars,
so you believed in all that they told you,

so you believe in all that you see,
hear, touch, sense and feel,
so you believe in your self,

so you believed, so you believe,
and so you are.

Samvith

go sleep

the road you ride, leads to nowhere.
Its time to get off.
but you wont stop riding,
for you're caught in your web,
of lies and deception.

Samvith

In a world that may seem so alien,
To someone from another time.
Do you ever wonder how we carry on?

Perhaps its hope that helps us through,
Perhaps it’s love,
Perhaps it’s some instinct that hasn’t yet a name.
Perhaps it’s because, we get used to it all,
And cease to wonder.

In a world that may be deemed alien,
By someone from another time.
Do you ever wonder how we carry on?

Perhaps its hope, love,
or some instinct that hasn’t yet a name,
Perhaps the world just seems alien,
But its the same story, in a different time.

Perhaps we carry on,
Because we accept it all,
And simply cease to wonder.

Samvith

Light of certainty

She felt this constant fear,
That thrived on uncertainty,
of the past, present, and future,
perfectly ruthless, in eating into her.
‘Somebody please, rescue me,’ She would plead,
to see the light of certainty.
To answer her questions, she had so many.
Is this world for all and any?
Or just one for few or many?
is what I see reality?
Or is reality, only what I choose to see?
Should I believe in destiny?
Or believe that I’m just left to be?
Should I bow to one who judges me?
‘Tell me please, rescue me,’ She would plead.
Should I even fear uncertainty?
Uncertainty with a future itself uncertain.
Should I choose to fear?
or should I choose to be?
Questions she still had so many,
had answers to few if at all to any,
but uncertainty she would seldom fear,
She chose the light of certainty.

Samvith