Sunday, October 30, 2005

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Kids in Mysore

Off the main path...

Sunday, October 23, 2005

My Bullshiter

A bit crazy, smart, creative, open-minded, tender, a bit wild, caring... He is comfortable with his mind and body and makes other people feel the same.

Do I love him? Do I want to marry him? After a few weeks, only Indians would ask such questions!

What he wrote about me on his blog:

“Vikas, Vikas..”
I turn back and see her leaning out from the slowly moving train.“He (the Train Ticket Examiner) says that we should kiss.”I run back to kiss her. It was a short gentle kiss. My right foot still recovering from the crack didn’t give me the luxury to jump in the train and get out safely. The train picks up speed and soon she is out of sight. I was tired and cold after 3 hour bike ride to this anonymous station to help her board after we missed the train at Bangalore. I was praying that she misses the train at that station also. As usual my prayer went unheard. Slowly, I find my way out of the station and trying to locate where I parked my friend’s bike. As I start my bike my cell phone vibrates signaling an SMS that she sent. It says, “i miss u already n that is bad.”

22 years old, fair skin, red curly hair, blue eyes, 5’ 8’’ tall and slim- that’s my girl. She is crazy like me. She speaks French when sleepy. She is trying to learn Hindi from me. She asked me the Hindi words for ‘crazy’ and ‘lover’. She combined the two and calls me her paagal ashique. The cultural difference and the color difference are not relevant in terms of difference. But they are relevant in terms of magnetic poles if you understand that opposite attracts.

Lonely I have always been. With or without friends. With or without girls. I never had any long term affairs. This has been my longest one, nearly 2 months. I would share everything with her. I was happy and content. And now she has gone away for a week. The loneliness now is worse than the earlier version, especially when I attend parties without her. Neither grass nor booze helps. I thought that this is my chance to study for my end term but I don’t feel like doing anything. I miss my girl. I miss her badly. I want her in my arms now but she is not there. I want to tell her that she is special but she is not there to listen. She is going back to Belgium on 7th January. I don’t know what I’ll do after that. Once in inebriated state I said that I love her. She demanded the reason. And I was truthful. The reason was that she loved me and so I loved her. I don’t know whether I love her or not but I know that she is my girl. When I look at her I feel that I own her. This is a new feeling to me. A feeling of ownership, rather a feeling of oneness. Today I tell this world that I miss my girl. I want my girl.

What his classmates wrote about him on the IIMB section website:

"Vikas is among the last-standing specimen of the non-engineer species in the section. Our desi (as he is generally called) is naturally talented at many things. Some might know of his skills at QM but he is widely believed to be better at human anatomy (no relation to his Pharma backgrounds, its actually about people skills :J). Desi`s effort at management extends beyond national frontiers. If any person on campus benefited the most by the presence of exchange students, it has to be our desi. One of the exchange students (name withheld on desperate personal request) learnt her first few hindi words from vikas, "Tu mera maal hai".

He is the original chill out guy and one of the most cool characters in our section, to an extent that once he actually walked 30minutes late in Diro`s lecture. One certainly expects more national and international endeavors in future from our macho man™ and global manager."

Monday, October 10, 2005


It is estimated that around 2.4 million people are currently living with HIV in India (UNAIDS 2010).

HIV emerged later in India than it did in many other countries. Infection rates soared throughout the 1990s and today the epidemic affects all sectors of Indian society, not just the groups – such as sex workers and truck drivers – with which it was originally associated.

In a country where poverty, illiteracy and poor health are rife, the spread of HIV presents a daunting challenge.

As hundreds of different dialects are spoken in the country, many of the prevention efforts are best carried out at the state and local level. To complement the local initiatives, the government has funded a number of national campaigns to spread awareness about HIV/AIDS (e.g.: ‘Condom Bindas Bol!’ to break the taboo that surrounds condom use, 'Red Ribbon Express’ to provide education, testing and STD treatment).

Worst affected states

Even as it moves into the general population, the HIV epidemic is still misunderstood among the Indian public. People living with HIV have faced violent attacks, been rejected by families and communities and been refused medical treatment. As well as adding to the suffering of people living with HIV, this discrimination is hindering efforts to prevent new infections.

Even if the country's epidemic does not match the severity of those in southern Africa, it is clear that HIV and AIDS will have a devastating effect on the lives of millions of Indians for many years to come. It is essential that effective action is taken to minimise this impact.

More information on AVERT.

Coracles in Mysore

In existence since prehistoric times, coracles are primitive, light, bowl-shaped boats which can be found in Southern India.

Friday, October 07, 2005

IIMB security guards

IIMB is protected by guards at the entrance gate and on the campus.

Usually, when my friends come, the guards only ask for my name and room number. When I go out, they smile. When I come back late, they smile again.

But not today. One of my friends came and the guards didn’t let him in. I had to go to the entrance gate and sign a document to discharge them from any responsibility should something happen to me outside of the campus. Curfew: midnight!