This is how a happy man plans

About me

This is something some of my loving bastard wingmates at kgp wrote about me

Anant Manas Khatri

Psycho Rank : 6 out of 15

Vital Stats : 36-"36"-36

CupSize : 36D

Also Known as : Khatraldo (the name became extinct a year ago)

Attributes : Hair Hair Everywhere! ,"Miss 14"? ha, Mr.Photogenic - CTM

Exploits : TATA Motors (people please don’t buy Indica's any more. This guy may be your sales agent).

Tragedies : Struck once near the end of the final year. Incapacitated him.

Why are we being made to write his pink page anyway? He has been banished from the wing and is really a CTW junkie.One gray morning Anant Manas Khatri was born and promptly grabbed the nearest 'balls' in the vicinity. Also, the doctor and the nurse that delivered him were found hanging by a noose (a common noose) the very next day. The scourge was born.His favorite pastime is playing people against each other and observing his handiwork. He can give you a very nasty migraine with his nonsense if you cannot shut him up. However his intense and passionate and also very very lewd affair with Pushkal Singh goes on to show that he can be a very loving and caring man(We doubt if this aspect of his character shows up in his extra-marital affair with "Miss 14"? ha).The best attitude in the wing(or is he our wingie ?). Nobody believes in the credo "take it easy" more than he does and nobody has the capacity to practise it as well as he does.Nothing fazes him. Most of the people we know are given to wild mood swings and have bouts of both euphoria and blues. His blues, if he has had any, which we doubt, are yet to be observed. Some people are determined to go through the processes of life positive and upbeat.He quite simply, is one of those rare people.

Awesome management speech

I don’t know what to say, really. Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lives. All comes down to today, and either, we heal as a team, or we're gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play. Until we're finished. We're in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And, we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb outta hell... one inch at a time. Now I can't do it for ya, I'm too old. I look around, I see these young faces and I think, I mean, I've made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I, uh, I've pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who's ever loved me. And lately, I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror. You know, when you get old, in life, things get taken from you. I mean, that's... that's... that's a part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losin' stuff. You find out life's this game of inches, so is football. Because in either game - life or football - the margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you don't quite make it. One half second too slow, too fast and you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They're in every break of the game, every minute, every second. On this team we fight for that inch. On this team we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when add up all those inches, that's gonna make the fucking difference between winning and losing! Between living and dying! I'll tell you this, in any fight it's the guy whose willing to die whose gonna win that inch. And I know, if I'm gonna have any life anymore it's because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch, because that's what living is, the six inches in front of your face. Now I can't make you do it. You've got to look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. Now I think ya going to see a guy who will go that inch with you. Your gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team, because he knows when it comes down to it your gonna do the same for him. That's a team, gentlemen, and either, we heal, now, as a team, or we will die as individuals. That's football guys, that's all it is. Now, what are you gonna do?

-Al Pacino, Any Given Sunday ( 1999)

Random thought 1

I always used to think , God is the most creative person . He has created so many situations .For every man there's a unique different life. Now its like ,when u see closely, for every damn existing situation , there's a book , for every thought that comes to your mind , there is a song. It is just permutations and combinations of things that have happened in the past are repeating themselves. This is the reason why we were taught history, why we are supposed to learn from our experiences, and somewhere in the dim light i feel, this is the reason why we experience Deja Vu. When we act or work, we are just minimizing the previous mistakes made by people like us and making new mistakes. Surely we will keep on making new mistakes because whatever we do is a reaction and we react differently according to the deviations of amount of acids, fluids, organic structures present in our body.For every infinitesimally small change in that deviation, we will make a new mistake. This could be the reason, no matter how ugly( strictly perception) someone is , there has to be someone with that perfect kind of imbalance to find it beautiful.
Even if i know this, still it is so difficult to accept certain things, we still want to change them to our own convenience. We dont accept the simple random behaviour in everything , why do we need to find an order in everything ? Simply, make the most genuinely stupid mistakes and enjoy.