When Important Becomes Impotent

Oh yes I have heard those “English is a funny language” jokes in a hundred and one versions. But seriously, you could never have heard of the version I just compiled for you. Believe me guys English is a beautiful language, but its some people who are ignorant towards it who take it in their hands to spoil it. “English” is now considered a status symbol. So even if people are not comfortable with it, they still use it to show their sophistication and make a fool of themselves. They give it a whole new meaning- often in a ridiculous way. This trend I noticed in Hindi teachers, lab assistants, and a few more people.

Keep quiet- please quiet

Success- sex-ess (that’s how someone I know pronounced it)

Artist- drawer

And once, oh pray! Even I cant believe it….someone pronounced important as IMPOTENT!

The SMS lingo is a thing that can be misinterpreted. I’m specially mentioning this because I myself have fallen prey to it and I curse my stupidity. Infact, it was this that made me come up with this article. I asked a friend to CUM online at a certain time. Believe me it was an innocent request. He had this big “O” of a mouth then and asked me if I had lost it. When I remained non-plussed, he asked me to google it. And then if you want a piece of my disgust, I suggest you google it.

Another funny story I would like to account. There was this guy who was breaking up with his girlfriend and told her that she was ineffable but still due to personal reasons he could not be with her. For you account ineffable means perfect. Sadly that girl didn’t know what it meant and created a scene thinking she was in-F-able(you might remember this scene from HIMYM)

Guys, speak English but be sure you say what you want to convey. Might seem funny but these small misinterpretations can lead to a lot of confusion and misunderstanding.

I would like to conclude by saying-

“When Important becomes Impotent,

You know you should draw a line.”

Fare Thee Well

I had already planned an article to keep the memory of this day alive. But what happened today scrapped all my plans and brought a whole new centre to the story. Either the assembly was too good or I was too emotionally weakened at the prospect of farewell.Farewells have a resonating quality of binding people together. For me, I say a dozen times I hate my school, but now on this day, I’m proud to be a part of it all.

Most heartbreaking is to lose our headboy, the jagat bhrata- Hisham bhaiya. I use the collective pronoun to specify that not only me but every Montfortian feels so. Hisham bhaiya, you’re the best thing our school has ever seen. Your speech has made everyone in the vicinity cry. I would like to reproduce some extracts, as accurately as my memory permits. Though the words would be hollow without your energy.

“I would like to thank my juniors.Once my friend said that yaar Hisham tujhko humse zyada toh juniors jante honge. And it is because of them that even my batch mates call me bhaiya.”

“I would like to tell you something about me. ‘Cause most of you know me but many of you don’t know about me. I was born 18 years ago in a village in Uttar Pradesh. My dad was- for sake of sophistication - an agriculturist but in reality he was a farmer. When I was 4 I came to Delhi to study. My parents still live in UP and till this day they did not know the exact name of my school or my section or my teachers. They have been praying for the past many years for my happiness and success. Now why I’m telling this is because jab mai chota tha and bacchon se suntan tha ki mere papa lawyer hain doctor hain CA hain, toh mujhe bahut sharam aati thi apne papa ko kisan batane me. but today I feel very proud to say that my father is a farmer. Because when I was a child he had a dream, of seeing his child get the best possible education, and I’m proud to say that I’m just living his dream. All that I am and all that I will ever be will be because of my parents and because of my family, without whose support and love I would have been nothing. Today is a very special day for me because for the first time in my whole school life, my parents have come to my school. Mai aapse ye kehna chahta hun ki mai aapka shukriya toh kabhi ada nahi kar paunga but aapki duaon me bahut takat hai warna mai yaha tak nahi aa pata, bahut pehle haar maan gaya hota.”


After all the praise, all the awards, all the honours and immense popularity, he remains just as humble. The only headboy, probably in the whole world, jinki baat sab maante the. I am proud to have made your acquaintance in my lifetime. Hope you remember me as I shall remember you, always.


Not being too emotional, farewells never made me feel any sadness. But today, okay I admit, and proudly for that matter, that your speech finally managed to get those tears in my eyes that I had so well hidden, since so long.

Will miss you bhai jaan. Hope you have a successful life ahead.









I can’t say I'll miss him or not…but I’d never forget him.... He has shown me what life actually is and how it should be lived....- Mayank Sharma.


Though being in the same school we don’t know each other. But I don’t feel for gaining inspiration you need to know the person :) it can be sourced from anywhere and one such way is your speech...I mean its just INCREDIBLE and anyone will run short of words hearing it.....I really feel glad 2 have seniors like you :D - Aarushi Jain.


You are so inspiring!!!!..."man of the moment"......You need to start a fanpage!!!....may god bless you!- Sameeksha Jain.



After my parents and Sachin you are the only one I am inspired by...best of luck man. - Shivanshu Bansal.

Stoicity, No thanks.

Many might think that recently I’m not proving to be my usual self- the cool one I promised to be. Believe me guys, just being what I’m being right now is already draining me out of all my energy. I’ve recently suffered a great loss. And what loss - just the realization that I had been holding on to something that never was mine.

I have tried finding alternatives, tried finding distraction. But they hardly engage me anymore. I try to find sanctuary but all I manage to get is refuge for a few restless hours. I have, yes, tried to indulge into material. But since I had already lost all lure for it, its just as unhelpful. What am I left with except a daunting reality and a miserable life?

All I ask for is stoicity. I wish I could bear the pain without complain. If course I’m doing that now but without being stoic in the real sense. I don’t know how much more longer I can hold on when I’m hanging on a thread held so high.

Stoicity- it has always intrigued me. Stoic people seem so otherworldly. But today I’m not afraid to be one of them. Feel nothing. Have no effect of anything, whatsoever. Neither delight, nor sorrow. No hurt, no pain. It is luring me right now. How easy would it be to be emotionless. Practical minded. Eager to reason everything out. Think in terms of profit and loss. No compromises, ever. Because I have no weakness, I cannot be moved, you see?

But am I ready to give up the happiness? Is no hurt a package deal with no happiness? Will I never be able to laugh to my heart’s content? Wont I, thinking of my profit, cause loss to someone else, hurt them? If I’m not moved, will I be a barrier in someone else’s life? Another like me? And force them to think along the same lines?

Sometimes I want it, but maybe I’m not ready for it. No, I cant pay the price of my smile in exchange of leaving behind the pain. If life is made this way, its made for a reason. If I’m never hurt, can I feel the relief of health? If I’m never crying, can I understand the significance of a smile? No

I’ll deal with the pain. I’ll deal with everyone. Ill keep my emotions in check, I’ll KEEP them all the same. I’m ready to take my fair share of pain. Anyway, if it never belonged to me, I’ll forget it and move on soon. I’ll survive. I’m not ready to give up yet. Give up my emotions entirely.

Stoicity, no thanks.

Not decided yet...

Hello guys
This is something I wanted to share with you all. My Neetu Di actually gave me this poem to post from my blog. Support like this is hard to come by, specially considering I just met her 2 days ago. Di, I salute your gesture and hope to live upto your expectations. So guys I accept her generous gift and bring out to you an awesome poem by her.

Since Morning I laugh,

What to do surrounded me with Darkness..

Coz every light tide to my fist..

That’ll save me from the circle of darkness…

Worry about your deal…

I need not to negotiate with …..

If the man does not love…

Then it matter to me…

But I love people from heart..

So why does it matter to you , not me….

No complaint , coz I have not any mean…

Neither with master nor with butler….