chess

selection trials for the institute team to play against the rest of the IIMs is going on. And since i am not a bad player myself, i thought why not.

3 games later... i realise one thing. Get the crap out of your heads that these guys here are studs with studies and projects keeping them busy all of 2 years. Nope. Doesn't work that way. In fact i have come across 'studs' who are experts in their domain but in a field far removed from the curricula. One of the guys here, let's call him EPL, he is undoubtedly the authority on the English Premier League. At any given 'moment', (yes, 'moment') he can rattle off the statistics as to the number of goals scored by which team against what team by whom with the foot or the head, leave alone the simple matter of the number of red or yellow cards. Come exams and nothing, no change in schedules for him. I guess considering the odd times of the games (he also keps track of UEFA Champions League matches) what he has managed to do merits him receiving a PGDTM (Post-Graduate Diploma in Time Management). ok, i think you get the picture.

another of the guys is the musically inclined guy you'll find in all institutes. But this guy is no ordinary freak, his routine consists of making the upstairs gym-room as sound-proof as possible and then belt out as loud as he can on his electric guitar using the 10000 watt speakers. (What an example of a dichotomy of aims.)


well, to get back to my chess game.. wonder what the name of the guy in-charge of organizing the chess competition? None other than Viswanathan Anand!!! And since i have drawn with him this evening, one sentence that will never probably leave my mind is "i drew with viswanathan anand!!"

Love?

ok, with thoughts of issues come the perennial thoughts about the feeling 'love'. Now don't worry, it is not that yours truly is 'falling'( or failing) these days. It is just that recently a discussion started on the bulletin board here and i thought how we men are perennially perplexed about the mysterious charms and guiles of women.
As i mentioned. even at this level, i.e., a post-grad level of the highest order, people are still searching for the keys to the locked doors of enlightenment on the subject of women. I would have thought that by now either they would have given up unsuccesfully, or else they would be tired of the thing.
For the benefit of all men, let me assure you while pretending to be the 'Master' that there is nothing as love in the real world. Instead what is mistaken as love is one of the following:

1. Infatuation (no need to detail it cos it is always covered in the advice columns of magazines or else in sunday editions of newspapers.)
2. Girl Power: This is the classic case of the first-timer (or rather the never-timer) who mistakes the power the girl is exercising over him to be attraction from her. This has to be carefully explained by an example. In case of Bollywood movies, it would be the 'good' guy and he would be running all the errands for the girl, however in the end the girl would choose the 'bad' guy who turns around and cares about her after ignoring her for the first part of the movie (a.k.a. Ishq Vishk Pyaar Vyaar)
3. Guy Power(?): Well in this case the guy believes that his 'machoism' would be appealing enough and that the girl is well smitten. Sadly, the girl ditches him in the end when a 'good' guy, the man of her dreams(sic), comes along.
4. Love: Love mistaken as love? No i have not gone bonkers here, the point is that there are varying thoughts about love as an emotion and psychologists agree that people differ in the degree to what people feel about it. This is one of the most major causes of opportunities missed, friendships lost, and relationships turning abusive.

Hmm.. so what is the inference? Nothing. The subject is the topic of enless discussion over drinks in the boys dorms in schools, colleges, universities -and now i have learnt- even in workplaces. So, is there no end to it?

NO. Go figure.

PS: Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it’s up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.