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"Enough Of PHYSICS...Time To Do BIOLOGY"

"Holy Shit...Fuck you...She has just an average Cup Size, not even a Small Soccer Ball” told Rajiv, both shouting and Whispering at the same time.

Deb, Joy, Karan and me became pretty depressed hearing that. Our faces were similar to a face of a girl who just got her pregnancy news even after using Condoms for every love making. All of us were standing on the balcony of first floor with a "None-is-Stud-except-me" face and trying hard and soul to impress girls during the lunch break. The five of us are the best buddies, each incomplete without the other which necessarily doesn't prove us to be gays. Deb brought a news that a new girl has been enrolled in class eleven and she is not-so-bad-looking....well pretty sexy to say the truth. Deb always gets the news, sometime even the private ones. He is damn good at getting them. Minute discussion of hot and sexy juniors charges the testosterone of the boys of class twelve who are depressed for leaving school after few months and happy for joining college after few months because brand new sets of chics are waiting for them. Girls are waiting just Take the chance. (*# Leave the nerds out, they already have a steady girlfriend named Textbook)  

I and Joy were sharing fierce glances with Deb who took our expectation to hype and after hearing Rajiv our expectation gave a suicidal jump from the top of PETRONAS Twin Tower. Our expectations were ready for a deadly crash.

“You sucker, bloody moron, How can you give a wrong news to us, you told she is sexy” swore Joy to Deb. He was furious. 


(@readers: For us, being sexy means having great boobs, great ass and looking good. We couldn’t digest the fact that a tangible and essential criteria for being sexy is below the standard.)

“I was shocked to see her size, a cup-size…shit man, our class girls have better size” Rajiv said like a warrior lost in his battle due to lack of armaments. Karan was quite for all this while. Now he opened his cursed mouth saying all the rubbish tech-o-crap of his.

“Boobs are not measured in Size-Method, you dip-shit, that’s obsolete, you cannot have a perfect measurement by this method and errors are inevitable. Boobs can be perfectly measured by a new scientific method where chances of errors are negligible and the good thing is you can measure the depth of the cleavage too. The method is called B-LINE METHOD” Karan completed in a single grasp of breath. We didn’t stop him because he was explaining this noble winning technical crap with such an enthusiasm and emotion that it seemed he would wet his nappy if we would have stopped him in the middle.

“Fuck you….you shit face, not again your tech-o-crap. B-Line method? What shit is that? Who the fuck invented that?” I roared. I was not at all in a mood of listening crap after my expectation committed suicide.

“I invented that you fiend, B-Line Method is the Shorty of Breast-Line Method. It’s a scientific method, not traditional like the Size-method” Karan explained.

Karan continued, “In this method you have different Representing Factors, measuring the line and size. Then we put the representing factor in original scale thus getting the actual measurement. Then applying 3-D mathematics on it and thus integrating it gives us the original size. For finding the depth of cleavage, differentiate it. We may even apply Probability for finding probable cleavage depth. It’s science. Proved and verified. It’s purely Mathematics and Physics”

Not a Fucking word of his tech-crap entered my cerebrum. I’ve instructed my P₄ cerebrum not to get agitated by his i7 craps and to put all the craps of Karan in reject list. I was busy checking a junior’s ass. She had great breast, great ass, End of The Story. Her BIG’ness was the reason why I spotted her among a bunch of girls going to the water cooler for filling their bottles during the lunch break. A little more rip and her shirt could have split open right from the middle. I wondered how much Bulk Modulus the shirt was experiencing. Her ass was the one for which a million girls would have killed themselves for. (I even made a note to know which class the girl is in and to get acquainted with her for the Big things she possessed.)  Lust** was showering on me while I continued measuring her. I hate the Applied Physics on girls. Years have passed since we started masturbating and we are continuing applying physics only, I wanted to apply some biology on them. I became depressed on the very thought of biology. I wanted to do some research on carefully curved tangible soft structures of human body (especially female body) and all I’m getting was cruel puzzle of measurement and numbers. Lady Luck was not on my side may be she went for a vacation. I turned towards my friends and I saw them staring steadfastly towards Karan. Praises were showering from their mouth for this great contribution in the field of Applied Physics and Mathematics. It seemed that Karan is the prodigy in physics after Stephen Hawkins.

Dong…Dong….Dong, the warning bell rang, Joy enquired about what class was next.

(It hardly matters to us; all we have inside our bag is Storybook, School Diary and all-in-one copy. We used to bring bag because it looks bad to society that a school student is going to school without bag otherwise we are more comfortable without it. We used to write or atleast act of taking down notes whenever respective subject teachers threatened us of taking to headmistress. Still we enquired about class to make ourselves mentally prepared as to which grumpy, sad face teacher will come to lick our cerebrum and to put a pole behind our ass.)

We replied in a chorus that this is the only damn answer we never know. It’s better to ask a nerd this question.

“But let’s move on guys, I need to work on my invention a little more. Am gonna leave a footprint in the field of Physics. Every page of Physics book will shout out my name someday”

My friends threw a praising glance to Karan. (I doubted which publisher would be dying to publish his craps in physics book and more importantly which education board would be stupid enough to include that in their syllabus)

But I was depressed. All I wanted was Biology. Not to mention the love making in it.

 

“Enough of Physics guys, when are we going to do some Biology?”

They turned towards me, they thought and……

Dong…Dong, the final bell rang, Lunch Break was over, we turned towards our classroom, the answer unanswered.

** I cordially confess and beg pardon in front of Almighty for committing the cardinal sin, Lust. But good things, beautiful things, ROUND things especially BIG things should be praised. They are all Almighty’s creation.  

     

 

"UNITY IN DIVERSITY- Incredible India"

All The Participants Of The Workshop

 I feel proud to declare that participation in the workshop “Unity in Diversity” from July 20^th to July 26^th, 2009 organised by Center for Cultural Resources and Training, Ministry of Culture (CCRT), Government of India was a lifetime experience.  I was representing West Bengal in the field of Hindustani Classical Music-Vocal. The workshop not only provided us an atmosphere for experiential learning and was educative and informative but also was enjoyable in every aspect. Special thanks must be given to CCRT, Hyderabad and “SHILPARAMAM” for conducting the workshop such beautifully and for its calm and serene environment (It is an absolute example of modernization in Ecology), cordial thanks to Andhra Pradesh Government and last but not the least "We, The Participants Of  The Workshop", without us it would have been a Soccer Match without the Players. So thanks to Ourselves also.  

The workshop was like a mini India. 125 scholars from 22 states each interacting with each other and thus enriching each other’s knowledge was worth appreciating. The workshop taught us that pursuing an art form is not enough; we must enrich our cultural knowledge beyond any particular art form and must not stop learning ever in our life. Being a Hindustani Classical singer I knew very less about other art forms like Dance, Drama etc. but after attending the classes of other art forms, I am enriched in other art form’s history and basic theories. I am grateful to CCRT for this.

Class going on in the Workshop

Interaction with gurus were not only educative but informative also. Practical classes taken by them helped us to point out our faults and rectify them resulting in improvement of our art forms. The group performance by respective art form scholars was worth commenting. The session was fun retaining along with informative. This workshop gave us a platform for performing our art form in front of many eminent personnel. It also brought forward our hidden talents. I always wanted to host a show and the workshop gave me chance to do so. The educational tour to Salarjung Museum and Golconda Fort is also appreciable.

On-Stage Performance by Vocalists from all over India

One thing which must have a special mention is Friends. The workshop provided us an opportunity to make friends all over India. Today I can proudly say that if I visit anywhere in India, I will get at least one friend there. I personally feel that am connected from Jammu & Kashmir to Kanyakumari and Rajasthan to Arunachal Pradesh. It is something more than you expect from a workshop.

The seven days of workshop passed away like a dream. But the valuable memories spend there is still cherished in my mind and soul. I cordially thank CCRT for giving me such an opportunity and will be grateful to CCRT if they give me another valuable opportunity like this in forthcoming days.

It gives me pleasure to share the beautiful memories with all my friends and my co-bloggers. I truly want to thank India Government for conducting such workshops which encourages the budding talents and help in making of upcoming Beethoven, Mozart, Sharukh Khan, Rushdie....! Believe me guys, there are so many different form of arts in India that most of the time we reach the eternal Eden Garden leaving the mortal Mother Earth without even knowing their names. I personally feel glad to know the name of such a few art forms in my little time I have spend on earth. When I was returning back only one thing was running through my pea size brain i.e, the ad jingle of a Discovery Channel Program. It sound's like this "INDIA........Incredible INDIA".