Hail MURPHY!!

This is my first tribute to the greatest law ever discovered or realized by human kind, one which is so universal and so widely applicable that the ones by Einstein and Newton seem inconspicuous in its awe.
No one knows who Murphy was , at least he is not as famous as the other guys but thats the ultimate contradiction. Great people do not seek glory , they strive for glorious works.

Almost all laws have their limitations and to make them applicable everywhere you mostly need to have a rigorous definition but the Murpy law stands apart for its simplicity and is unique for its multiple variations , more varied than anything you can imagine.

it simply says
"If something can go wrong, it will"

This introduction was only because I wanted to narrate my petty incident which though petty made my belief in murphy all the more firm.

As usual I was crossing the railway crossing between the market and my hostel. I have crossed the same like a dozen times all the time merrily with all the time in my hand. And I never found the gate closed . And here i was already an hour late for office also carrying a heavy bag from the market(yeah, i do not get to shop in eve due to the marvellous opening times in germany) and lo behold! the gate was closed for the first time..
Ok , i thought , it happens the gate exists for the purpose of closing or else it would be like one of the many white elephants of Indian Government.

After standing for 2 minutes with no sign of any train I contemplated to go to through the underground passage some way across . I thought that going that extra distance might cause me more harm than good if the gate opens as soon as i leave.

As usual , I had to take a hard decision "To go or not to go"...People could see me taking one step forward and backward every 5 seconds and god knows what they thought..they never pain others anyways...

After waiting for somewhat ten loong minutes I firmly decided to walk to the underground passage . And as soon as I had started walking the train came.

Now this cannot be a co incidence... The main thing is that I knew all that ten minutes that as son as i will start walking away the train and it happened exactly the same :O

Hail Murphy...

P.S.: I thought the post would be interesting when i thought of it in the morning but after writing it , I can see that it is no better , even worse than my previous posts..:(
Maybe the time spent betweent the incident and the writing dampened my thoughts and enthusiasm. Maybe i will delete this after I have written some more ..

Such a nice way of thinking....I love it...

When a man has casual sex with a woman, he's not respecting her, or her body.
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Men have sex with women only because they respect either them or their bodies irrespective of whether it happens before or after marriage. Isn't it so? Why else? "
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P.S:I wish it was as easy to get the women to bed with the line "I respect both you and your body. Now let me genuflect and worship it..."

Anyways why bring in "respect" here? It is a social construct. Sex is a biological one :)
We are animals. We are programmed to mate and propagate our genes. Whether men and women "respect" each other doesnt matter a bit as long as both know what goes where and they are not sterile.
And in the path of fulfilling God's path for human beings, if we get some enjoyment and pleasure then i don't see any wrong in this...

P.P.S: http://parahoot.blogspot.com/2008/05/fill-me-with-your-babies.html

Germany (my first dream come true) :D

Achtung(warning): This is my first blog and I never know when I may write something related to iitb lingo which might go above your head or anything which you might feel sublime or derogatory or offensive but I don't give a damn.:D..(just kidding) ..Also if you like South Park then I am sure you are the best person I will ever meet and vice versa

Anyways lets stick to the topic. I know everyone likes to go abroad but for me it was really something special.Its not that I do not like my motherland ,I am extremely senti(mental) for it but I certailnly love the carefree and stress free way europeans or Germans (bcoz i do not know much about other nations you dumbo) live. I love their attitude to life and the way they work when they work and they relax when they relax.
And maybe given a chance I would certainly like to spend a major part of my life in their style.

Anyways with these thoughts I left my nation and hopped on to Siegen(you might not have heard of it but that is where I am in Germany and its the least rocking place you will find in Germany :( ). The preparations and apprehensions for the ten hour travel far exceeded the 3 month stay in germany. The fears of being thrown out of the airport for not having one of the zillion documents, left stranded in the airport for days and having half my luggage thrown out for causing excess unbalanced toque on the poor airplane started giving me nightmares as soon as the fears of failing in the end semester exams ended.
Anyways with hundreds of instructions from seniors(I love Doda), mausi, mausa, parents and batchmates (kudos to mishra)I left my beloved hostel.At this moment Mishra and AmarG arrived as angels and decided to accompany me to airport. So the three of us reached the only intrenational airport of the great city of Mumbai only to find it even more unattractive from outside than DUMDUM airport.(several reasons for that one). Even then the angels decided to step inside and help me out. But lo! the guard says you can only step inside with a ticket. What a shame!! Do you consider Indians to be so desperate to sit in the airport's ac rooms for hours and sleep on its recliners for days that they will try to escort every possible relative or neighbour to the .. But yes thats's India :D


Anyways we cut lukkha for an hour and leaving them with wet eyes I stepped inside. The checking -in, unfortunately, was an anti-climax and seeing their relaxed parameters I think I myself could have travelled in the cabin bag. (I know what you ae thinking there but yeah, I weigh more than 60 kilogrammes, believe it or not).

Anyways the airport inside is much better than outside including the absence of noise and the comfortable seats. I found another guy from iit who was travelling to berlin and accompanying me till Doha and we started chatting as usual.

Just then I got this message that you could get a window seat if you desire and restrain from pursing your lips(to hide your infamous teeth:D) while taking your boarding pass. I still hoped to get a good seat but alas! i got the worst seat , probably in the whole airplane in the middle of the 3 seats with a depressed öady and a snooty gentle(thats a pun if u did not get it)man on both sides.
Anyways, I tried to see some movies, tried eating those strange looking stuff and reached Istanbul very plainly.

That led me and Kushlesh (you forgot the other guy, no wonder you are so self-obsessed) to Istanbul airport. Here agin there was no one to say "hey, you seem like a potential terrorist, where is your institute letterhead signed in triplicate by the Director stating you wuill not try to burn the seats or harass the air hostess". But all was not the same for Kushlesh. Due to his visa starting from the next day he had to confine himself to the airport for one whole day until he could be allowed to approach the next airplane to Berlin.

THe next airplane of Qatar airlines seemed much larger especially due to the fact that almost half the seats were empty. I was sitting on the first two seats and another guy (a Pakistani yet a good man) was sitting on the next three seats. The food here was far better than that of the first airplane in terms of both quality and variety and I wonder if that had something to do with the first one's Indian connection becaus the time of travel was almost the same in both.
I was watching the Alps from the windows and wondering how the days ahead would be in a foreign land with so few to understand you. I noticed something that even in these nice airplanes there were long queues for the toilet. As usual, I visited it for the maimum number of times among all the passengers but that habit is long overdue now probably due to the absence of toilets not just in restaurants and museums but also in major railway stations like Frankfurt.

After arriving in Frankfurt the feeling started sinking that I was a foreigner here and not all those good looking , extremely good-looking and ******* good-looking models passing you every half a minute. I could witness the first smooch even before arriving near the baggage claim section, and ya, it could easily give Emraan Haasmi a fight.;) I was longing to have a look at my beloved trolley , more so because I had just bought it a day back after a thorough survey and investigation.
Again the situation proved to be an anti-climax and my luggage was one of the first to be seen and I was relieved to have achieved my first milestone in the three month saga.
I had done so much research on "The cheapest ways to travel in Europe" with advices from respected seniors from almost all the iit's and inputs from all the forums I could get a hand on. But now I could not think of any way I could travel to Siegen apart from the information given by DB people and I just asked them to give me the cheapest way to travel to Siegen.