A Piece of Thought

Sleeping. This reminds me of my dad. My dad keeps on shouting at me to sleep at proper time. Well, for the people who dont know, I sleep generally at around 3.30 am, for around 6 hours. 

Here, at my hostel, there are times when my room-mate wakes up at 5.30 am and wishes me good morning while i wish him good night. ;)

So, coming back on the issue of sleeping at the proper time, what i have always fail(ed) to understand is 'what is defined as proper time??' If everyone sleeps early does it really mean that it is the proper time. Is everything decided only by the majority, even my sleeping hours. Also another thought creeps up to my mind, 'am I sufferring from some disease, illness or maybe insomnia!!!'

So, to satisfy my curious mind I just googled to find out whether i have insomnia or maybe some other thing. And this is what came up as a solution to my query. 

Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome (DSPS)

Well, it is the inability to awaken and fall asleep at socially acceptable times, according to wikipedia.

SOCIALLY Acceptable Time i.e. time followed by the society.

But, Am i not a part of the society??

If yes, then why do i suffer from DSPS because according to me my sleeping hours are proper.

Also, taking my room mate's case under consideration, his immediate society would be me and a few others like me who sleep pretty late. So shouldn't he be suffering from this syndrome. But that is not the case. We, who sleep late (early morning) will still be the one who suffer from this syndrome.

Taking cue from my syndrome, Pause and now think for a second

How can something be decided for us by the society, when we are the people who constitute the society??? 

Why if someone does things differently is cast differently in a society???

Why is this phrase 'society doesnt approve of this' always used when we do something differently???

And Why do we abide by these rules when we are the ones who make these unwritten rules???

Why...!!??!! 

I leave you with these thoughts. :)

Disclaimer: 

1. No offence to my room-mates. He is a nice guy who always wakes me up for early morning classes!! ;)

2. This post could be rebellious in nature, but i have the freedom of speech. 

My love...

ya.. this post is about my LOVE.. dont let your minds shoot wildly.. its not a girl..!! yes.. yes. i am straight.. its not even a boy... its MUSIC.

Music is what feelings sound like. It is a medium through which one can express his feelings and thoughts. It doesnt require a language. It is well beyond words. It is the catalyst of Love. It is the medicine of the breaking heart...

The first ever english song i heard was 'Meatloaf - I'd do anything for love'.. around in 1996. Immediately fell in love with that song. My love has always kept on changing. From Artsits like Meatloaf, Beatles, Creed to Evanescence. The songs with which i fall in love with keeps on changing. But the one thing which always is common is music. 

The first ever concert i attended was Bryan Adams in Mumbai. Immediately fell in love with that too. I clearly remember i had a hangover of that concert for almost half a month. It sent me in a trance. Who said you need to drink (or dope) to get high!!

My deep love for music started when i started to learn the guitar. It thought me how even a pause.. a note of silence forms music.. it thought me how much hard work and pleasure it goes in making music.

My introduction to house and trance music showed me that how some repeated beats given in good effects can raise your adrenaline level. Even those songs without vocals had lots of meaning to it. Each song has someone's soul into it. It is the outburst of one's soul. It has deep meaning.

Well.. the purpose of my post is to share this joy of music. So try this some time (if u haven't): take some hours off, once or twice a week (atleast), only for yourself and music. Indulge in listening to your favourite tracks and thus enjoy this solace This would become as important as having a bath in the morning. ;)

My name is......

I had to write this post..My selection for my blog address is just to remind my name to my self.. and also tht i dont get an identity crisis (lol)

It all started when i was vry young.. actually an infant. My pet name at home was and is JIMMY. Very rarely do i hear my parents, my siblings and my cousins call me Kunal. Yeah.. it is an exaggeration, I never hear them call me Kunal!! My school frnds called me Jimmy and some had even modified it and called me JIPS.

Then in college. I was givin this name, which got stuck to me for years and I think will be stuckto me for years to come. The name is Jappa. I dont really know the originator for this name. I think it was Sasmit, Vinay, Hardik.. or maybe even some one else. The name is derived from jimmy (jimmy -> jim -> jips -> jappa). All because it used to rhyme with the famous song Kawa Kawa (monsoon wedding)!!

In the start, I never liked this name, but I thought who (the hell) will go and make each and every person understand that..!! I believed that they would just forget it in a few days, but i was so wrong. Every one in my college came to know me only as Jappa. If I happened to call a college frnd and address my self as Kunal, they would wonder who is Kunal. Thus, I had to remind them that my real name is Kunal.

To top it all, even parents of my very good frnds (Anushree, Pankti, Hardik, Isha.. the list goes on..) would know me only as Jappa. 

At a certain point in time, I could count the number of friends who called me Kunal on my finger tips. and I think in Mumbai, it is still that way  ;)

So when many people come up with interesting blog addresses, catchy ones and unique, I came up with the one name I knew would give an identity to my blog; my real name.

I hope not many of my friends at BIM (the place where i am currently studying) read this blog, or else even here the number of people calling me Kunal will drastically reduce. lol

P.S. I love the name JAPPA only because my friends call me tht, after all, Shakespeare did say " What lies in name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet." ;)

Part 2... My affinity with Bunking

After securing a good percentage in my 10th board exams, getting an admission into a top Commerce college was quite easy for me. But my selection criteria for the college, i eventually selected was very simple. It should be near to my place, so i do see its face regularly. With this frame of mind, i started off college. In the first weeek I managed to attend all the lectures, thanks to the Anti - ragging squad of my college (didnt let us out of class, even in the break!!)

So, the first week got over, and I bunked this English class, maybe because I had never done so earlier in my school life. Or because of some voices in my brain shouting out aloud that i should enjoy the freedom for which I had been long waiting for, or maybe because of one reason alone: our principal gave us a speech about managing our attendance well, and she was our ENGLISH professor!!!

Well, that was the first time and there has been no looking back since then. Even now, as i sit to write this post, I have decided to bunk 2 lectures in the morning because of the sole reason that i have attended too many lectures of that subject (my attendance is well above 90%), And being a MBA (under-training) i should know to manage my attendance (Optimum utilisation of resources!!)

Being the first year of college, I attended quite a few lectures, almost 60. But that was it!! That was the highest i could ever attend in my Commerce college. Next year, that number came down to 30. and the year after to 3, then 2 and 1. 

But my Bunking spree never stopped. And then, there used to be my Accounts classes. How can i forget the accounts classes that i had joined in my second year!! I never even saw my teacher's face in that year, even after paying the fees. (No, I am not exaggeratting, I have witnesses in people who have bunked with me)

Well, talkin about people who have bunked with me, I cannot escape the mention of friend, Hardik. Well, bunking with him was a joy. We not only bunked our college lectures together but also our accounts classes (tuitions). We would always be on the lookout for excuses to bunk. One single expression of dissappointment, on the mention of classes would be considered like a very big excuse. ;)

The joy you get from bunking is so great, that when you finish college start working, you miss it!! U feel that whether you should have been in college, just to bunk those classes all oover again. Well, that doesnt happen, so here i am doing my post - graduation, bunking my classes, but of course, (with some constraints) keeping in mind that i am a manager-in-the-making. :D

What has happ so far... Part 1

Well, In the first few posts I will cover some topics that have affected or still affects my life. 

To start off, I would go with basketball. That is the first thing i remember which made a major impact on me. Once, I started, Sports became a daily habit for me. I Lost lots of weight while playing it. From 115 to 92 (yeah that is in kgs!!!). But thats the end of my weight reduction, cause then it climbed up back again in no time.

It started off as just an activity where i used to accompany two good friends of mine, Shashank and Ketaki to the basketball court where they used to practise basketball. I started playing Basketball for timepass and then developed a liking for it, and this liking turned into love and then an addiction (yeah.. i am still on the topic of Basketball). Sports addiction is the worst addiction (worse than smoking - my perception). It leaves you feeling miserable, if you dont get to play at the time you are habituated to play. You may even ignore a call from the girl you love, even miss a very important class and to top it all you will still go to the ground/court at your scheduled play time even if you are injured and can barely walk. And the worst part is that you start to enjoy doing all this. ;)

So, in the liking stage of this game, i used to practise wiith a frnd of mine, Pratik, in two sessions, morning (along with my college team) and in the afternoon sun (yeah.. showed a bit of dedication :D ). Well, this turned into a habit. Even got to meet a few girls through this sport. A College team (girls) used to practise, so even got some oppurtunity to play with em. ;) But there is a bad news, i got a ligament tear in my knee and had to stop playing for months. But as i already explained, not even an injury can stop you for long, when you are addicted, so i got back. Started practising hard. Then played for my college team... kind of, only practised along with them, didnt get to play much in tournament matches. ( The team had 9 national players). We won a gold medal (enjoyed that feeling of achievement, for one thing which we were toiling since years). Well, that was the last tournament match i played. 

After that i still kept playin regularly in the club near my house, Hoopers. Some good players come there, and get to learn a lot from others. Basketball is one sport where you can keep on learning and perfecting yourself. Right when i was getting to be better at the game, the injury got back to me again, I again hurt my knee and had to stop playing. Now, I have beeen operated and am looking forward to gettin back to Basketball in a few months. I know, my frnds and familly will curse me after reading this statement.

But as i said, it is an addiction, worse than smoking and drinking!! ;)