Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Story of a Night-Out
I'm trying to write this as quickly as I can. The events described here happened one crazy night a few months back.
11:40 pm
Frustoo with work, its abundance and its refusal to budge and let me make progress. I call Billu and set out to do a night-out in college.
12:05 am
I'm on campus and we have just started our BC session.
2:00 am
Hunger caught us unaware and we realised that we have nothing to eat and all sources of food supply on campus are closed. We decide to go till the DLF building, where Billu is pretty sure we will get food. Since I am no longer a student and Billu will have to submit his id card for leaving campus so late, we decide to take the path behind the campus.
2:30 am
As we come out of the back gate, we realise much to our surprise that we are not supposed to use that path. We are told this by policemen patrolling the place in a van.
Policeman1: Haan! Kidhar jaare?
Billu: Ye idhar, paas hi mein (pointing towards, what I thought was the sky)
Policeman1: Kyon? Main gate se kyon nahi? Idhar se kyon jaate?
Me: Abhi jaane nahi dete sir, bhaut late ho gaya hai.
Policeman1: To kyon jaare?
Me: Bhaut bhook lagi hai.
Policeman1: Kya? Kyon, khana nahi milta idhar college mein?
Billu: Bhaut ganda hota hai. Khaa nahi sakte. Please sir jaane do. Bhaut bhook lagi hai.
Policeman2: Oh, chalo jaane do, jaao. Lekin aate time main gate se jaana andar, idhar se nahi.
Me: Haan, ok. Pakka sir.
We happily walk out, congratulating ourselves for the lucky escape. We plan to follow the same route to get back inside the campus since after we eat, since the police van will not be around till then.
2:55 am
We reach the DLF building entrance.
There is not one shop open where we can get food. The place is deserted. The dogs don't seem friendly. (Otherwise, why would they all bark at the same time and run towards us?)
3:00 am
Going in through the main gate is not an option. We expect to find the police van blocking us, if we go back the same way. But we start walking down the road towards ISB anyway.
3:05 am
We are now pretty sure the police van is still there and there are more policemen watching us with suspicion as we walk past the police check post. We walk till we reach a convenient spot where the wall is comfortably low, we're not clearly visible to the check-post. We act like we're peeing (Just in case someone's watching). Then, we jump the wall.
3:08 am
We land. Actually, not quite. Because we are ankle deep in something dark, squishy and wet. We hope it is mud. We somehow manage to reach firmer ground and realise that we'll have to find our way out of thick, tall, thorny bushes. Lack of light and the possibility of a snake suddenly deciding to grace us with his company makes us nervous. But we move on.
3:15 am
Only to find ourselves wading through more calf-deep mud.
3:25 am
We're back at the OBH - wet, muddy, tired. And hungry.
Overall rating for night-out: Great success!
11:40 pm
Frustoo with work, its abundance and its refusal to budge and let me make progress. I call Billu and set out to do a night-out in college.
12:05 am
I'm on campus and we have just started our BC session.
2:00 am
Hunger caught us unaware and we realised that we have nothing to eat and all sources of food supply on campus are closed. We decide to go till the DLF building, where Billu is pretty sure we will get food. Since I am no longer a student and Billu will have to submit his id card for leaving campus so late, we decide to take the path behind the campus.
2:30 am
As we come out of the back gate, we realise much to our surprise that we are not supposed to use that path. We are told this by policemen patrolling the place in a van.
Policeman1: Haan! Kidhar jaare?
Billu: Ye idhar, paas hi mein (pointing towards, what I thought was the sky)
Policeman1: Kyon? Main gate se kyon nahi? Idhar se kyon jaate?
Me: Abhi jaane nahi dete sir, bhaut late ho gaya hai.
Policeman1: To kyon jaare?
Me: Bhaut bhook lagi hai.
Policeman1: Kya? Kyon, khana nahi milta idhar college mein?
Billu: Bhaut ganda hota hai. Khaa nahi sakte. Please sir jaane do. Bhaut bhook lagi hai.
Policeman2: Oh, chalo jaane do, jaao. Lekin aate time main gate se jaana andar, idhar se nahi.
Me: Haan, ok. Pakka sir.
We happily walk out, congratulating ourselves for the lucky escape. We plan to follow the same route to get back inside the campus since after we eat, since the police van will not be around till then.
2:55 am
We reach the DLF building entrance.
There is not one shop open where we can get food. The place is deserted. The dogs don't seem friendly. (Otherwise, why would they all bark at the same time and run towards us?)
3:00 am
Going in through the main gate is not an option. We expect to find the police van blocking us, if we go back the same way. But we start walking down the road towards ISB anyway.
3:05 am
We are now pretty sure the police van is still there and there are more policemen watching us with suspicion as we walk past the police check post. We walk till we reach a convenient spot where the wall is comfortably low, we're not clearly visible to the check-post. We act like we're peeing (Just in case someone's watching). Then, we jump the wall.
3:08 am
We land. Actually, not quite. Because we are ankle deep in something dark, squishy and wet. We hope it is mud. We somehow manage to reach firmer ground and realise that we'll have to find our way out of thick, tall, thorny bushes. Lack of light and the possibility of a snake suddenly deciding to grace us with his company makes us nervous. But we move on.
3:15 am
Only to find ourselves wading through more calf-deep mud.
3:25 am
We're back at the OBH - wet, muddy, tired. And hungry.
Overall rating for night-out: Great success!
Monday, July 21, 2008
The < insert expletive here > weekend
Ever heard of the abbreviation klpd? No? You could read the urbandictionary link or better, read this post to fully understand its meaning.
I have long tried to follow the policy of using as few expletives as possible on the blog. But I have to write about the weekend just gone by, I would end up filling the whole page up with the choicest words in my vocabulary. But still, let me try.
It started on Saturday morning. We had booked tickets for the morning show of "The Dark Knight". We got up at bloody 7:30am on a Saturday and hopped through buses, trains, autos to reach Imax only to find that they had cancelled the show fearing some f***ing bandh! The whole city was absolutely normal. Every damn shop was open. There was no bandh. But anyway, we came back laughing at our bad luck.
I didn't think much about it. Just a bad day, I thought and brushed it aside. I should have known better.
I had been looking forward to the rock walk on Sunday for a long time. I managed to persuade Apoc to come along. So, after a horrible one hour in a hopelesly crowded bus, we reached the starting point for the walk about 20 minutes late to find absolutely no one there. People had already left. We had missed it. So we roamed around and wasted some more time and came back empty handed.
So that was the story of one great weekend. This whole working life has made weekends too important. There's too much pressure to go out and do something, too many expectations. And when nothing happens according to the plan, I have all the right to be frustoo like I am right now.
Now that I have let it all out, I feel better. I can work now.
I have long tried to follow the policy of using as few expletives as possible on the blog. But I have to write about the weekend just gone by, I would end up filling the whole page up with the choicest words in my vocabulary. But still, let me try.
It started on Saturday morning. We had booked tickets for the morning show of "The Dark Knight". We got up at bloody 7:30am on a Saturday and hopped through buses, trains, autos to reach Imax only to find that they had cancelled the show fearing some f***ing bandh! The whole city was absolutely normal. Every damn shop was open. There was no bandh. But anyway, we came back laughing at our bad luck.
I didn't think much about it. Just a bad day, I thought and brushed it aside. I should have known better.
I had been looking forward to the rock walk on Sunday for a long time. I managed to persuade Apoc to come along. So, after a horrible one hour in a hopelesly crowded bus, we reached the starting point for the walk about 20 minutes late to find absolutely no one there. People had already left. We had missed it. So we roamed around and wasted some more time and came back empty handed.
So that was the story of one great weekend. This whole working life has made weekends too important. There's too much pressure to go out and do something, too many expectations. And when nothing happens according to the plan, I have all the right to be frustoo like I am right now.
Now that I have let it all out, I feel better. I can work now.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
The quirky tag
This one came from Lord. Sitting in the office on a Saturday afternoon, after a major chot in the morning, this is the second best thing to do. The first best thing is to chat with Apoc about the most bizarre things in the universe. Do keep checking that link to Apoc's blog for his much anticipated post about our current obsession with lolcats and lolspeak.
Here is a set of quirky things about me:
1. Females with nice upper arms and shapely, delicate ears totally turn me on. I have been mocked for this several times. But I often find myself unconsciously straining my neck to take a look at somebody's ears/ear-rings.
2. I am a maniacal list maker. To-do lists, to-carry lists, to-not-forget lists, I make them all. And quite often forget to carry them along.
3. I have numbers going around in my head all the time. Squares, cubes etc. I can't help thinking how I could represent a particular number as sum or difference of only squares.
4. I'm a total sucker for blue, basic, straight cut jeans. I already have 4 different shades and would love to have more.
5. When I like something, I tend to overdo it. Kill it. It could be a song I play in a loop for 2 days straight, or a TV show whose episodes I watch one after the other, whose lines I quote in conversations, whose events I keep thinking about all the time.
Current obsession is of course, lolspeak.
6. I really like chocos. Is that weird?
My list of tag victims:
Bose, Sharat and SidKC. Can't think of anyone else who isn't taken by now.
Oh I forgot, I'm supposed to put the rules of the tag:
1. Link the person who tagged you. (Check)
2. Mention the rules on your blog. (Check)
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours. (Check)
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them. (Can't check)
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged. (Not checked. Who would be jobless enough to do this?)
Here is a set of quirky things about me:
1. Females with nice upper arms and shapely, delicate ears totally turn me on. I have been mocked for this several times. But I often find myself unconsciously straining my neck to take a look at somebody's ears/ear-rings.
2. I am a maniacal list maker. To-do lists, to-carry lists, to-not-forget lists, I make them all. And quite often forget to carry them along.
3. I have numbers going around in my head all the time. Squares, cubes etc. I can't help thinking how I could represent a particular number as sum or difference of only squares.
4. I'm a total sucker for blue, basic, straight cut jeans. I already have 4 different shades and would love to have more.
5. When I like something, I tend to overdo it. Kill it. It could be a song I play in a loop for 2 days straight, or a TV show whose episodes I watch one after the other, whose lines I quote in conversations, whose events I keep thinking about all the time.
Current obsession is of course, lolspeak.
6. I really like chocos. Is that weird?
My list of tag victims:
Bose, Sharat and SidKC. Can't think of anyone else who isn't taken by now.
Oh I forgot, I'm supposed to put the rules of the tag:
1. Link the person who tagged you. (Check)
2. Mention the rules on your blog. (Check)
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours. (Check)
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them. (Can't check)
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged. (Not checked. Who would be jobless enough to do this?)
Thursday, July 17, 2008
The White Mughals
I'm about 50 pages away from finishing this book which seems to have finally brought me back to reading. I found it to be brilliant in many ways. It is historical, has a great story and is set in Hyderabad. A perfect blend of things that interest me.
It is quite a relief to find myself reading with so much interest. I would have classified myself as a voracious, bordering on maniacal reader about 2 years back. But then with the internship and other things coming in, reading took a back seat, much to my discomfort. For a very long time, I could not read more than a few pages at a time. It took me 3 months to finish 'Greenmantle' and about a fortnight for 'Heart of Darkness'. Both of them being really thin books.
I was really worried that probably the only good habit/hobby that I have is getting left behind. But this book changed things. At times, I was actually fighting sleep to stay awake so that I could continue reading.
Super book. Do read it.
p.s.: On a totally different note, I hope all of you watched the Wimbledon men's final. Painful as it was to watch Federer lose, it was the best match I have seen in my life. If you didnt, the first thing to do after you finish reading this line is to find it on youtube and watch it.
It is quite a relief to find myself reading with so much interest. I would have classified myself as a voracious, bordering on maniacal reader about 2 years back. But then with the internship and other things coming in, reading took a back seat, much to my discomfort. For a very long time, I could not read more than a few pages at a time. It took me 3 months to finish 'Greenmantle' and about a fortnight for 'Heart of Darkness'. Both of them being really thin books.
I was really worried that probably the only good habit/hobby that I have is getting left behind. But this book changed things. At times, I was actually fighting sleep to stay awake so that I could continue reading.
Super book. Do read it.
p.s.: On a totally different note, I hope all of you watched the Wimbledon men's final. Painful as it was to watch Federer lose, it was the best match I have seen in my life. If you didnt, the first thing to do after you finish reading this line is to find it on youtube and watch it.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
"Sir, kahaan ka drop hai?"
"Telecom Nagar?"
"Balapur."
"Ok sir."
The driver turns the key and we move out of the car park.
"Songs nahi hai bhaiya?"
He tunes into some FM station. I try to ignore. I'm lucky that the other two in the cab didn't demand the a/c to be put on. I roll down the window and let the cool air hit my face.
The weather is brilliant. The smell of wet earth is lingering in the air. It's a pity that I saw the rain only from behind a glass wall.
It is at times like these that I miss IIIT most. I miss the long walk which I could've gone for. I miss the toads that I would have to dodge on the street. I miss the sound of leaves, wet and fresh after the rain, rubbing against each other. I miss the sweet fragrance of Raat-ki-raani which would come floating and persuade me to not turn back before reaching its source. I miss the empty, wet streets where I could hear nothing but the sound of my flip-flops. I miss the silence that would help me put my worries on hold. I miss the cover of anonymity provided by the dark shadows. I miss the coffee that I could sip on my way back to the hostel. I miss being able to just stand in the corridor outside my room and stare at the trees, their branches swaying in the wind, for hours together. I miss being able to stay up all night, either reading or listening to the sound of rain.
"Telecom Nagar?"
"Balapur."
"Ok sir."
The driver turns the key and we move out of the car park.
"Songs nahi hai bhaiya?"
He tunes into some FM station. I try to ignore. I'm lucky that the other two in the cab didn't demand the a/c to be put on. I roll down the window and let the cool air hit my face.
The weather is brilliant. The smell of wet earth is lingering in the air. It's a pity that I saw the rain only from behind a glass wall.
It is at times like these that I miss IIIT most. I miss the long walk which I could've gone for. I miss the toads that I would have to dodge on the street. I miss the sound of leaves, wet and fresh after the rain, rubbing against each other. I miss the sweet fragrance of Raat-ki-raani which would come floating and persuade me to not turn back before reaching its source. I miss the empty, wet streets where I could hear nothing but the sound of my flip-flops. I miss the silence that would help me put my worries on hold. I miss the cover of anonymity provided by the dark shadows. I miss the coffee that I could sip on my way back to the hostel. I miss being able to just stand in the corridor outside my room and stare at the trees, their branches swaying in the wind, for hours together. I miss being able to stay up all night, either reading or listening to the sound of rain.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Gross
I found the answer to one burning question that I had in mind for long:
How does one give a stool sample?
Others, like the following, are yet to be answered:
Is the second last urinal always the most popular in the mens' toilet? If yes, why?
How does one give a stool sample?
Others, like the following, are yet to be answered:
Is the second last urinal always the most popular in the mens' toilet? If yes, why?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Present Sir.
This post is pretty much like an answer to the attendance call in a class. To inform everyone that yes, I am alive.
I was wondering about the inverse relationship between the eventfulness of a blogger's life and his/her posting frequency.
It seems to be quite true for me. The most blog-worthy events that have occured in my life in the past few years: the Goa Cruise, the treks, the Goa trip, the internship and its eventual culmination into a naukri etc., find no mention on this blog. On the other hand, absolutely mundane and inconsequential things like the thickness of the layer of dust on my monitor, have complete posts dedicated to their analysis.
Anyhow, here's an update, in roughly chronological order:
1. Trek was great. Pictures here.
2. First flight was mostly spent sleeping. To be frank, it was quite boring.
3. Moved out of IIIT.
4. Moved in with flatmates: Shaitan Of Sialkot and Harry.
5. Started majdoori.
6. No music since long. This is driving me mad. Someone please repair my dabba!
6. Suddenly there are too many things on the to-do list which has been growing at a scary speed.
7. Bored of the old template and too lazy to make custom changes, I chose this template.
Hope to post more regularly from now on.
I was wondering about the inverse relationship between the eventfulness of a blogger's life and his/her posting frequency.
It seems to be quite true for me. The most blog-worthy events that have occured in my life in the past few years: the Goa Cruise, the treks, the Goa trip, the internship and its eventual culmination into a naukri etc., find no mention on this blog. On the other hand, absolutely mundane and inconsequential things like the thickness of the layer of dust on my monitor, have complete posts dedicated to their analysis.
Anyhow, here's an update, in roughly chronological order:
1. Trek was great. Pictures here.
2. First flight was mostly spent sleeping. To be frank, it was quite boring.
3. Moved out of IIIT.
4. Moved in with flatmates: Shaitan Of Sialkot and Harry.
5. Started majdoori.
6. No music since long. This is driving me mad. Someone please repair my dabba!
6. Suddenly there are too many things on the to-do list which has been growing at a scary speed.
7. Bored of the old template and too lazy to make custom changes, I chose this template.
Hope to post more regularly from now on.
Monday, June 16, 2008
I shall be back very soon
Just noticed that I deleted the title image by mistake leaving a big hole on top. I'll mend this broken page pretty soon and come back pretty soon.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
The End.
There was no conversation at the dinner table today. None of us even looked up. We ate quietly. Later Billu left for home. A normal salute to say good-bye. I couldn't look him in the eye.
I tried telling myself that he'll be back and that I'm not moving out of this city, that we'll meet again. But it doesn't help.
While walking back to the OBH, Smiley and I talked about this strange, heavy feeling. And that we'll have to get used to it, that it is inevitable and that we can do nothing about it. But it doesn't help.
The end is here.
I want a rewind button for life.
I tried telling myself that he'll be back and that I'm not moving out of this city, that we'll meet again. But it doesn't help.
While walking back to the OBH, Smiley and I talked about this strange, heavy feeling. And that we'll have to get used to it, that it is inevitable and that we can do nothing about it. But it doesn't help.
The end is here.
I want a rewind button for life.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Plastic Money
Plastic money is convenient when you carry it. But it's the biggest source of embarrassment, when you forget it. With no paper money, the thin wallet gives you an indication. But forget the damn card and you'll hardly feel the difference. You probably won't even care to check.
But you should. Check once. Check again. And again.
Because the only thing that can be worse than Federer losing to Fish, dirtier than pigeon shit in your room and uglier than Kareena Kapoor's protruding collar bones is making a very very old friend pay when it is supposed to be your treat.
But you should. Check once. Check again. And again.
Because the only thing that can be worse than Federer losing to Fish, dirtier than pigeon shit in your room and uglier than Kareena Kapoor's protruding collar bones is making a very very old friend pay when it is supposed to be your treat.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Testi-fy
If you're thinking that this is one of those posts where I pick up a song and launch into describing its greatness and meaning and what not, let me ensure you that this is nothing of that sort. It is not at all about the RATM song called "Testify". (RATM is totally brilliant btw. No one has ever spat out a "m******f**ker" that comes close to what Zack de la Rocha says in "Killing In The Name Of".)
But let me not digress. This post is about writing and receiving testimonials and the effect that they can have on you.
It all started with when the yearbook went live. I made a new folder called "testes!" (I realised that I got the spelling wrong only when I spell checked this post) and wrote my first set of testimonials containing those for Smiley and Billu and during a chat with Bose, asked for his opinion. He was probably just being nice when he said that they were absolutely awesome and that he wanted me to write another one for him. I felt proud of my power of senti and even claimed the "King of the Senti Ring" title. To be able to summon the services of my senti-gland so effortlessly and then shut it out with equal ease made me feel like some superhero.
It was a major ego boost. Much like the boost that the said ego experienced when praise for this (rather boring) blog came as a bullet point in a totally unexpected testi. (This short form is slightly disgusting, but convenient.) Apart from the boosts came shocks. Massive shocks. People called me "decent", "sincere", "mature" - how I wished could tell people to think twice before using such blasphemous adjectives for me. It was a shattering realisation of the fact that I failed to follow the teachings of this revolutionary article:
"How to be an a**hole"
Just when I had recovered from this calamity, came the truth which spelt disaster on my scarred mind. It dawned upon me, that the testi-s I wrote, to put it bluntly, sucked. They were neither funny like Billu's testi-s, nor senti. Smiley's testi for me, totally pwned in this regard. If my tear ducts had not been so crocodile-like, I would have certainly shed a few drops after reading it.
I think I should publicly apologize to all those who feel that my testi for them doesn't pack enough emotion or doesn't do justice to their personalities. I'm really very sorry. I tried. I really did. Thanks to all those who wrote such nice things about me. I absolutely love reading those testi-s over and over again. They give me narcissistic pleasure beyond measure.
Tathastu. (That's how Hindu Gods sign off.)
p.s.1: Current addictions: Eddie Vedder's voice, Mark Knopfler's guitaring.
p.s.2: Farewell tomorrow. All this has happened too fast.
p.s.3: This post isn't worth posting. But there are already too many unpublished drafts.
But let me not digress. This post is about writing and receiving testimonials and the effect that they can have on you.
It all started with when the yearbook went live. I made a new folder called "testes!" (I realised that I got the spelling wrong only when I spell checked this post) and wrote my first set of testimonials containing those for Smiley and Billu and during a chat with Bose, asked for his opinion. He was probably just being nice when he said that they were absolutely awesome and that he wanted me to write another one for him. I felt proud of my power of senti and even claimed the "King of the Senti Ring" title. To be able to summon the services of my senti-gland so effortlessly and then shut it out with equal ease made me feel like some superhero.
It was a major ego boost. Much like the boost that the said ego experienced when praise for this (rather boring) blog came as a bullet point in a totally unexpected testi. (This short form is slightly disgusting, but convenient.) Apart from the boosts came shocks. Massive shocks. People called me "decent", "sincere", "mature" - how I wished could tell people to think twice before using such blasphemous adjectives for me. It was a shattering realisation of the fact that I failed to follow the teachings of this revolutionary article:
"How to be an a**hole"
Just when I had recovered from this calamity, came the truth which spelt disaster on my scarred mind. It dawned upon me, that the testi-s I wrote, to put it bluntly, sucked. They were neither funny like Billu's testi-s, nor senti. Smiley's testi for me, totally pwned in this regard. If my tear ducts had not been so crocodile-like, I would have certainly shed a few drops after reading it.
I think I should publicly apologize to all those who feel that my testi for them doesn't pack enough emotion or doesn't do justice to their personalities. I'm really very sorry. I tried. I really did. Thanks to all those who wrote such nice things about me. I absolutely love reading those testi-s over and over again. They give me narcissistic pleasure beyond measure.
Tathastu. (That's how Hindu Gods sign off.)
p.s.1: Current addictions: Eddie Vedder's voice, Mark Knopfler's guitaring.
p.s.2: Farewell tomorrow. All this has happened too fast.
p.s.3: This post isn't worth posting. But there are already too many unpublished drafts.
Monday, March 10, 2008
FUBAR
A course which requires me to work hard even if I only want to pass.
A project which exists only on paper.
A humongous pile of clothes to be washed.
A dirty room.
A nagging desire to watch movies when I should be working.
A rapidly decreasing account balance.
All these contribute to my current situation described by the title.
Bachaao!
A project which exists only on paper.
A humongous pile of clothes to be washed.
A dirty room.
A nagging desire to watch movies when I should be working.
A rapidly decreasing account balance.
All these contribute to my current situation described by the title.
Bachaao!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Senti
The yearbook is up and people have started writing testimonials. Lat night, I was feeling proud of myself for not getting senti at all. (Kya patthar-dil hai mera!) But suddenly Chauhan reminded me that room #195, OBH will be mine for just another month or so.
And it hit me. Just one month to go.
And it hit me. Just one month to go.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
The Return of the Blogger
The title of this post is not lifted from the name of the Felicity quiz. Though why it was called "The Return of the Quiz" is beyond me. Very much like the second composition played by the Galatea Quartett. "Ecumes" was its name. As far as I can recall, it is the French word for something to do with waves. It was a totally wtf! piece of music. But the concert (organised by Goethe Zentrum, Hyderabad on Feb 12, 2008 at the ITC Grand Kakatiya) was much better than the total wtf! by the Sygnum Quartett.
This post is inspired by a major spat of activity which has occurred in my blogospherical vicinity.
To top the activity list was Rashmi Bansal's workshop at IIIT-H as part of Felicity '08. Find more about it on her blog. It was slightly disappointing to find nothing about her funny observation (Why do IIITians drink so much milk?!) in the post.
No. 2 development in the list was triggered by the aforementioned workshop. The hyper-intelligent, super talented blogger is back in action on a new URL!
My theory about joblessness and blogging was corroborated by the arrival of theShaitan of Sialkot Sultan of Samarkand. With nothing to do and a pretty good digicam in his itching hand, he is more dangerous than a monkey with a sword.
Even Neon, broke his silence with a couple of posts.
Things to do are suddenly getting out of hand. I need to catch up.
Coming up soon: Goa and Felicity '08 posts.
Picture courtesy: cartoonbank.com
This post is inspired by a major spat of activity which has occurred in my blogospherical vicinity.
To top the activity list was Rashmi Bansal's workshop at IIIT-H as part of Felicity '08. Find more about it on her blog. It was slightly disappointing to find nothing about her funny observation (Why do IIITians drink so much milk?!) in the post.
No. 2 development in the list was triggered by the aforementioned workshop. The hyper-intelligent, super talented blogger is back in action on a new URL!
My theory about joblessness and blogging was corroborated by the arrival of the
Even Neon, broke his silence with a couple of posts.
Things to do are suddenly getting out of hand. I need to catch up.
Coming up soon: Goa and Felicity '08 posts.
Picture courtesy: cartoonbank.com
Thursday, February 07, 2008
A-Z Tag
I like tags. This one came from Lord.
A-Age: 22
B-Band listening to right now: Dire Straits
C-Career (plan): Break out of software majdoori -> Travel!
D-Drink or Smoke: Drink - yes. Smoke - not really.
E-Easiest friends to talk to: Neon, wingmates.
F-Funniest moment of your life: When I conducted the school assembly without knowing that my fly was open.
G-Gummy bears or gummy worms: Wiki says both are same. So I guess anything will do.
H-Have a girlfriend?: Sadly, no.
I-In love: No.
J-Junk food you like: Chaat from roadside carts.
K-Kids: Are fun to play with till they don't pee/puke on you.
L-Longest ride ever: Can't say.
M-Man/woman you love the most: Me.
N-Names for your kids: boy - Gappu / girl - Ginty
O-One wish you have now: Peace. For myself, for everyone.
P-Phobias: I'm scared of packs of dogs on dark, desolate streets. Does it have a name?
Q-Quote (favorite): "Happiness is an elusive state of mind, not to be gained by clumsy pursuit. It is given to those who do not sue for it; to be unconcerned about a desired good is probably the only way to possess it." - Ruskin Bond
R-Reasons to smile: Many
S-Sleeping hours: Whenever I feel sleepy - about 8am
T-Time you woke up: 8:30am
U-Unknown fact about you: I almost fell in love once.
V-Vegetable you hate: Cauliflower
W-Worst habit: Nose digging
X-X-rays you’ve had: Tooth, Chest
Y-Yummy foods: The list is too long. The hostel mess makes almost everything seem relatively yummy.
Z-Zodiac sign: Sagittarius
I tag:
Neon
Preshit (Does he read my blog?)
SidKC
The Goa post will be up before my tanned skin comes back to normal.
A-Age: 22
B-Band listening to right now: Dire Straits
C-Career (plan): Break out of software majdoori -> Travel!
D-Drink or Smoke: Drink - yes. Smoke - not really.
E-Easiest friends to talk to: Neon, wingmates.
F-Funniest moment of your life: When I conducted the school assembly without knowing that my fly was open.
G-Gummy bears or gummy worms: Wiki says both are same. So I guess anything will do.
H-Have a girlfriend?: Sadly, no.
I-In love: No.
J-Junk food you like: Chaat from roadside carts.
K-Kids: Are fun to play with till they don't pee/puke on you.
L-Longest ride ever: Can't say.
M-Man/woman you love the most: Me.
N-Names for your kids: boy - Gappu / girl - Ginty
O-One wish you have now: Peace. For myself, for everyone.
P-Phobias: I'm scared of packs of dogs on dark, desolate streets. Does it have a name?
Q-Quote (favorite): "Happiness is an elusive state of mind, not to be gained by clumsy pursuit. It is given to those who do not sue for it; to be unconcerned about a desired good is probably the only way to possess it." - Ruskin Bond
R-Reasons to smile: Many
S-Sleeping hours: Whenever I feel sleepy - about 8am
T-Time you woke up: 8:30am
U-Unknown fact about you: I almost fell in love once.
V-Vegetable you hate: Cauliflower
W-Worst habit: Nose digging
X-X-rays you’ve had: Tooth, Chest
Y-Yummy foods: The list is too long. The hostel mess makes almost everything seem relatively yummy.
Z-Zodiac sign: Sagittarius
I tag:
Neon
Preshit (Does he read my blog?)
SidKC
The Goa post will be up before my tanned skin comes back to normal.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
The 3am post
How is a 3am post different from an 11pm post? Well, who said it is?
Anything which remotely resembles work is repulsive these days. Somebody help me. We stand all day outside our rooms and do random, pointless bc. I should be try finish all that work.
But the most important reason for writing this post is that I need a good (or at least decent) quality audio of the 'tic tic tic' song featuring Rajni ka Baapu, Mithun ka dada, his holiness annavaru Rajkumar himself.
If you have it, please mail it to me. Main aapka ehsaan kabhi nahi bhulunga. (Waise yaad rakh ke bhi koi teer nahi maar lunga.)
Anything which remotely resembles work is repulsive these days. Somebody help me. We stand all day outside our rooms and do random, pointless bc. I should be try finish all that work.
But the most important reason for writing this post is that I need a good (or at least decent) quality audio of the 'tic tic tic' song featuring Rajni ka Baapu, Mithun ka dada, his holiness annavaru Rajkumar himself.
If you have it, please mail it to me. Main aapka ehsaan kabhi nahi bhulunga. (Waise yaad rakh ke bhi koi teer nahi maar lunga.)
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Q&A
I'm staring blankly at the grey evening sky. This time of the day always brings a strange feeling. A little restlessness. Perhaps melancholy would be the right word.
I remember looking out of the window of the coaching class to find children flying kites on terraces, mothers taking their kids out for a walk, samosas being fried on the little cart across the road, some fellows stopping for a smoke at the shop right under the window. A day of hard work coming to an end for them. On this side of the window, it was only beginning. Strings, pulleys, aldehydes, ketones, conic sections, differentials, integrals... spread all over the board. A whole bunch of tired eyes and minds trying to keep pace. What for?
I also remember spending evenings sitting on the terrace in Kota. Scores of students kept the bicycle repair shops on the ground floor busy. We wondered where all the girls went for their bicycles. All the main characters of this little evening show had nicknames. Though now, I can't recall any. Our conversation would time and again stop at the point where we could not understand our reason for being there. For an exam? Was it worth all that? As the evening gave way to darkness, the questions were postponed. More mundane discussions about food and girls occupied the void created by the pensive silence.
Today is no different. My disappointment seems absurd. The questions are still the same. What is the purpose of all this? Is it worth all our efforts? The answers still elude me.
I remember looking out of the window of the coaching class to find children flying kites on terraces, mothers taking their kids out for a walk, samosas being fried on the little cart across the road, some fellows stopping for a smoke at the shop right under the window. A day of hard work coming to an end for them. On this side of the window, it was only beginning. Strings, pulleys, aldehydes, ketones, conic sections, differentials, integrals... spread all over the board. A whole bunch of tired eyes and minds trying to keep pace. What for?
I also remember spending evenings sitting on the terrace in Kota. Scores of students kept the bicycle repair shops on the ground floor busy. We wondered where all the girls went for their bicycles. All the main characters of this little evening show had nicknames. Though now, I can't recall any. Our conversation would time and again stop at the point where we could not understand our reason for being there. For an exam? Was it worth all that? As the evening gave way to darkness, the questions were postponed. More mundane discussions about food and girls occupied the void created by the pensive silence.
Today is no different. My disappointment seems absurd. The questions are still the same. What is the purpose of all this? Is it worth all our efforts? The answers still elude me.
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