I am Vikram Khare. 23 years old, working, and living with my family. I am an ordinary guy insofar as I need and have friends, have ambitions, and try to live life happily. I think I am different from a lot of people because I get let down often since I always find people who are not like me. Of course, I understand that no two people think alike and the differences are bound to be there but I get misunderstood or not understood at all quite often.
Maybe my thoughts get a little too idealistic at times, but I like things that way. I don’t see why it is necessary to be crooked to handle the world around me. I am sure there must be some way I can remain honest and truthful in future just the way I have been in the last 23 years.
No, I am not always like this. I am like any other guy who believes in keeping things simple, does not understand a woman’s mind, and thinks that alcohol isn’t all about getting drunk.
I don’t have many friends but the ones I do have are all good and close. I have been collecting them from school onwards. Guys from my basketball team in school, girls whom I found cute in the initial days of college, and a few people from here and there. They’re all people who make me happy every time I see them and that’s more than good enough for me. We’re a bunch of crazy idiots at times, and sensible grown-ups meeting life every day at others.
You must be wondering why I am telling you all this. Actually, my ex used to write a journal and I always wondered what the deal was about that. Now that we’re not together any more, I thought I should give it a try. But since this is a blog and maybe some people will read this, I thought I’ll write a little something about myself first. It’s turning out to be fine so far.
She was a nice girl, you know. We were together for almost a year. But I don’t know what went wrong. She said to me that she cannot understand me. But I thought I’m a simple guy who doesn’t think too much. Oh! Is that why I never understood her (as she says)? But I did understand her. She loved me, she cared for me, she understood ME, gave me a lot of space but was always there for me too. She wasn’t too needy, was always (almost) composed, and just a sweetheart. I thought I could spend the rest of my life with her. But maybe things weren’t meant to be. I miss her. She looked cute when she smiled.
Anyway! I love driving my other and only sweetheart a lot. My lovely, black bike. She and I have been together for a longer time – 4 years. And she is cute too. No, she’s hot! She helps me fly!
Hmmm...this writing business is making me philosophical. It’s not bad but what’s the need for it? People say it might let your creativity flow. Isn’t my creativity visible in my dirty jokes? Some say that you feel lighter after writing. Dammit, I am talking to a computer screen. This is heavy stuff!
But nobody had asked me to write. I chose to try it myself. Hehe... Yeah I know it's lame.
I don’t think I can do this every night. I’d rather sleep for an extra 15-20 minutes.
Vik
| What Your Soul Really Looks Like |
 You are a warm hearted and open minded person. It's easy for you to forgive and forget. You are not a very grounded person. You prefer dreams to reality. For you, it's all about possibilities. You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you. Your near future is likely to be filled with great successes and accomplishments. You just need to figure out how to get there. For you, falling in love is all about the adventure and uncertainty. You can only fall in love with someone who keeps you guessing. |
| You Are Olive Green |
 You are the most real of all the green shades. You're always true to yourself. For you, authenticity and honesty are very important... both in others and yourself. You are grounded and secure. It takes a lot to shake you. People see you as dependable, probably the most dependable person they know. |
| Your Element Is Air |
 You dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world. And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly. Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life. You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful. You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person. With you, what you see is what you get... and people love that! |
| You Are 30% Boyish and 70% Girlish |
Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine. You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you. A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down. But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible. |
| Your Life Is Worth... |
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| You Are 16% Gross |
 You're not gross, but you tend to think everyone else is. And you're right... they are! Some people may think you're a neat freak, but at least you'll never die of flesh eating bacteria. |
I have always maintained that any sort of behaviour from a person is primarily because of what he or she is as an individual and not because he belongs to or is a part of a particular community. And I have always defended this stand too because I truly believe in it.
But something that I have been noticing around me for a long time makes me a little less bent on this.
I see that the language of people from DU is very different from that of people in any engineering college as also from someone who is studying in a professional college doing a course like BBA, BBM or even journalism. For that matter, the MBBS lingo is different from all of these too. And I really wonder how varied the culture in these places could be to bring about such a difference because it is probably not just language but something more too.
Really! I see friends from school who are now doing different things and the transformation in everyone is very visible. The ‘DU crowd’ is distinguishable from the ‘IIT/DCE brand’ very easily. In fact, having been a part of DU for nearly three years and having been using the metro for more than a year, I can even tell which group of people are from which college quite accurately. Looking at people I can tell that they’d get off at Kashmere Gate because they are going to DCE or at Rajiv Chowk because they are going to NSIT. Within DU, the wannabes of Khalsa, Stephen’s and Hansraj, the Venky we’re-the-coolest kinds, the JMC chicks, are all very different from each other too (No offence, people! I’m not doubting the genuine cases of these institutions). And it’s really amusing how that can be.
Oh, it suddenly feels like DU is quite crappy. Crap!
How if anything has to be appreciated, it is everything from ‘mast/tashni’ to ‘hot’ to ‘pretty cool’. They’re all very common terms (at least in Delhi) but they’re still representative of people from different institutions in some sense.
Almost all my friends who are future engineers and doctors have a certain degree of crudeness (Not in a negative sense) whereas, those who were quite crude even after school ended and joined DU have a polish (genuine or fake is another debatable topic though).
On a personal level, I know that the difference in culture can become an issue big enough to lead two people who are at the same level initially to being led in completely different directions and lose on compatibility.
I don’t know if I am being able to convey what I am thinking but I am highly curious about how this happens. How is it that people had started identifying me as a person with the ‘DU attitude’ right after 1st year? Why do people from say, JIMS or a similar place have an air about them which talks of a completely different world?
I am still very sure that this does not mean that the individual style gets lost but in this case the influence is definitely heavy.
DK, Subhadip and Sayani Di, I’m expecting some psychological/sociological, etc kind of reasons from you guys. Enlighten me, please. :-)
This was the first time I participated in a folk dance competition. I was in 11th. My house won the folk dance category as well as the talent contest which used to have many other events.
That's my Accounts teacher, Mr Roy (Everybody called him Talli because all he thought and sought was alcohol) from 12th. My class teacher was absent on the day of the class photo.
This was the last Sports Day that I participated in. I had fractured my left foot two days before it but I still marched. It was the most important event of our Sports Day celebrations. We still won the cake for the best house for marching and otherwise also won while creating history when our total score crossed a 1000 points. Ecstatic was how I felt that day.
Like I said, marching was the most important event of the Sports Day. So the practices used to begin almost a month in advance. I loved giving those commands that went like, "Barrow House...by your left, forwaaaaard march!!!"
My house was on a roll those 2 years when I was in 11th and 12th. I was participating left, right and centre in all possible events. I was a prefect in 11th and the captain of my house in 12th. We made those other houses cry so much! Marginal differences in points at times, and HUGE gaps at others. We had the best debaters with us, the best runners, the best singers and the best dancers. The bestest thing though was that we were never over-confident. That was just not a Barrow House charactertistic. We stayed silent and let others do the talking. Only now I am talking! :D
Socials, 12th standard - 6th December, 2003Socials was a dance party that the 12s gave to the 11s. It was more like a pre-farewell sort of informal party. LOADS of fun. This was the last dance party that I was going to attend at school so I cut the plaster that I had got on my foot just a few days before it. I paid for having done that though. Lesson: Don't fuck around with injuries!! But what the heck... I had to dance!
This was Scribble Day - February 5th, 2004.
The scribbling was fun but the formal farewell that we were given before that was something that I cannot describe in words. That was the first time I related to the song "I believe I can fly". Everybody had tears in their eyes. The tears, I think, were not because people were sad that school was over but because we got such a lot of motivational words from our principal and teachers that I think we can use them for the rest of our lives.
I just had one more picture to upload and my internet connection isn't letting me. Bugger! :(
Anyway, this has been one of the most fun posts to write.
The best years of my life so far... in my dearie FAPS!
...of 10 things that make me happy. I made such a list about a year ago and am doing it again. I had to undo the state of mind and the post that happened last night. This took a little effort but still works. Thanks Sayani Di for introducing me to this technique.
# Faisal Kapadia’s voice. It’s complete magic.
# Mom’s patience and hugs.
# Nitin’s jokes and kisses.
# The winter chill.
# Mithu’s SMSs.
# My favourite light blue sweater that Mummyji knit for me.
# The Faber Castell highlighters that I use – Pink, Green and Orange.
# My Converse chappals.
# A good hair day.
# The vibe that I get from Sanmeet Sir.
:-)
