I took an hour to come up with this 100 word story. Since I put in this much effort, I gain the right to tag someone and that someone is going to be Visionary. Read on....
The INDIGO swerved onto the wrong side. A split second later, rubber tires squealed. CRASH. The 2 cars turned into scrap metal. I ran towards them. An unconscious woman was inside the FORD. A young girl was screaming inside the INDIGO. With great effort I pulled her limp body out. Others came running and helped me take them to the hospital.
The doctor said "The girl survived but the woman's dead."
When I went in, she screamed "Why didn't you save her?" No gratitude. No relief. I was dumbstruck.
"She was my mother." She said, tears streaming down her face.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
Life's a @#$%^#
I have lost stuff worth Rs 5000 in the last 48 hours. I know that i'm not really unhappy, but still why does it have to happen huh? Why? Is it a phase that i'm going through? Why are such improbable things happening so suddenly huh? I don't understand. I can live with these losses. I am actually pretty cool about them. A huge financial loss. Highly inconvenienced but still not angry or filled with hatred. No problem. I know thes things happen to people. Never guessed I would be the one of THESE peole. But if someone does find my sandals or my cellphone please tell me. All right
Signing off for now.
Au revoir...
Signing off for now.
Au revoir...
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Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Casanova Composition
Isn't today that very day
You are waiting for someone to say
That you are special to him
But maybe he is too dim
Or maybe he has forgotten
So leave me with paper and a pen
And have no more worries
For, I shall write down stories
Of how much you mean to me
And how I can't live to see
When you get really hurt
So here, let me get to work
Anyonymously, so you can call me Burt
Or think i'm a real jerk
And so towards the end .i.e. finally
Judge me very carefully
Am I really out of line
Or will you be my Valentine.
You are waiting for someone to say
That you are special to him
But maybe he is too dim
Or maybe he has forgotten
So leave me with paper and a pen
And have no more worries
For, I shall write down stories
Of how much you mean to me
And how I can't live to see
When you get really hurt
So here, let me get to work
Anyonymously, so you can call me Burt
Or think i'm a real jerk
And so towards the end .i.e. finally
Judge me very carefully
Am I really out of line
Or will you be my Valentine.
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Poems
Monday, February 13, 2006
LIFE or something like it......
Things that can make LIFE definitely more interesting......
1 People with different number of arms(3 or 4 would be perfect)
2 Teleportation
3 Dreams that you can clearly remember
4 Telepathy
5 Suckered feet like that of lizards
6 Hostel rooms that change orientation everytime you open/close them
7 Lightning that stays for minimum 5 seconds so that you can look at it properly
8 Telekinetic ability
9 All the fruits on every tree
10 Walls that light up wherever you touch them
11 Ears with filters for all the meaningless things people say
12 Computers you could operate with your eyes only
13 Friction less roads....ya i know
14 CDs that store as much as you want
15 And finally, blogs that write themselves
So, what do you think?
Probably wishing for self-destructing bad blogs eh?
1 People with different number of arms(3 or 4 would be perfect)
2 Teleportation
3 Dreams that you can clearly remember
4 Telepathy
5 Suckered feet like that of lizards
6 Hostel rooms that change orientation everytime you open/close them
7 Lightning that stays for minimum 5 seconds so that you can look at it properly
8 Telekinetic ability
9 All the fruits on every tree
10 Walls that light up wherever you touch them
11 Ears with filters for all the meaningless things people say
12 Computers you could operate with your eyes only
13 Friction less roads....ya i know
14 CDs that store as much as you want
15 And finally, blogs that write themselves
So, what do you think?
Probably wishing for self-destructing bad blogs eh?
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Unforgettable @#$*&!*# Things
Eyes Closed. Memory taking over again.
That least expected unanswerable question shot at me in class
The incessant talking into my ear when I am not even listening
The food visible when the person opposite is chewing with his mouth open
The new pen I buy for the exams that I can't seem to find
The door that doesn't close no matter how hard I try
That power cut right when the movie gets interesting
The long walk to the shop where I find my purse empty
The untimely transfer just when I develop a liking for my house
That forgotten 6 am cell alarm that wakes me up on a Sunday
The soap that runs out in the middle of a bath
Total Recall.
Bah....memory is so over-hyped.
Its given too much credit.
That least expected unanswerable question shot at me in class
The incessant talking into my ear when I am not even listening
The food visible when the person opposite is chewing with his mouth open
The new pen I buy for the exams that I can't seem to find
The door that doesn't close no matter how hard I try
That power cut right when the movie gets interesting
The long walk to the shop where I find my purse empty
The untimely transfer just when I develop a liking for my house
That forgotten 6 am cell alarm that wakes me up on a Sunday
The soap that runs out in the middle of a bath
Total Recall.
Bah....memory is so over-hyped.
Its given too much credit.
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Non Juvenile
Unforgettable Little Things
Eyes closed. Memory taking over.
Rain drops pattering on huge teak leaves above my head
The misted breeze near a beach which fogs my glasses
That step which I unexpectedly miss going down the stairs
Water dripping off my skin after a swim
The tingling electric shock that is unasked for
Foggy breath that accompanies words on winter mornings
The squishiness when I wiggle my toes in wet shoes
The touch of cool marble on my face after a long run
The sharp rain that pelts my hand when its out of the train window
The early dawn dew when I walk barefoot on green grass
The cool rush of water in my parched dry throat
The singing sound in my ears on Diwali night
The rapid rush of air when I cycle downhill
The wet nose of a dog between my toes
The severe cold water during a 11 pm bath that knocks my breath out
The blitz across a thunder filled night sky
Memory is a superb thing...I think.
Rain drops pattering on huge teak leaves above my head
The misted breeze near a beach which fogs my glasses
That step which I unexpectedly miss going down the stairs
Water dripping off my skin after a swim
The tingling electric shock that is unasked for
Foggy breath that accompanies words on winter mornings
The squishiness when I wiggle my toes in wet shoes
The touch of cool marble on my face after a long run
The sharp rain that pelts my hand when its out of the train window
The early dawn dew when I walk barefoot on green grass
The cool rush of water in my parched dry throat
The singing sound in my ears on Diwali night
The rapid rush of air when I cycle downhill
The wet nose of a dog between my toes
The severe cold water during a 11 pm bath that knocks my breath out
The blitz across a thunder filled night sky
Memory is a superb thing...I think.
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Non Juvenile
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
I'd like to meet......
1) A polar bear...."Hibernation is a bewildering concept to me....."
2) Mr Bush...."Someone's gotta kill tht guy"
3) PG Wodehouse...."Is he as humorous in person........"
4) Einstein..."Great minds must meet u know.....for the flow of ideas...."
5) Padma Lakshmi..."Gotta drive some sense into her.....Salman Rushdie!!!!....sheesh"
6) Stephen Hawking...."Let him explain the black hole in my room....outta which creatures come in the nite and take away my stored food"
7) My old school friends...."Haha..i'm taller than all of you."
8) Ron Weasley...."I need tips to increase my waistline within a month...."
9) Dan Brown...."Someone tell him, copy pasting characters doesn't go down well with readers...."
10) Windows XP code writers......"Thank you!!!!"
11) Murphy(of the law fame)...."Dude....u r wrong.....I haven't saved this text and my pc hasn't yet restarted"
12) Shakespeare..."Write in coherent, English, u dumba**"
13) Porsche makers....."Need to introduce them to a li'l concept called affordability"
14) Eddie Murphy....."Gnashing one's teeth on screen doesn't constitute a smile....."
15) Friends in Season 1......"Rachel, u love Ross, Monica, u'll marry Chandler, Pheobe, u marry someone i don't remember and Joey, u get ur own show"
16) Shahrukh Khan....." K-K-K-Kry baby "
17) JC Bose..."Sorry dude, u got no Nobel, but u do hv a particle and home theatres named after u"
18) Hitler..."No amount of territory or power can compensate the 1 thing u lack, not humanity.....height, u dwarf"
19) MJ....."Just want to know once and for all.....Is he/she a he/she or a she/he??"
2) Mr Bush...."Someone's gotta kill tht guy"
3) PG Wodehouse...."Is he as humorous in person........"
4) Einstein..."Great minds must meet u know.....for the flow of ideas...."
5) Padma Lakshmi..."Gotta drive some sense into her.....Salman Rushdie!!!!....sheesh"
6) Stephen Hawking...."Let him explain the black hole in my room....outta which creatures come in the nite and take away my stored food"
7) My old school friends...."Haha..i'm taller than all of you."
8) Ron Weasley...."I need tips to increase my waistline within a month...."
9) Dan Brown...."Someone tell him, copy pasting characters doesn't go down well with readers...."
10) Windows XP code writers......"Thank you!!!!"
11) Murphy(of the law fame)...."Dude....u r wrong.....I haven't saved this text and my pc hasn't yet restarted"
12) Shakespeare..."Write in coherent, English, u dumba**"
13) Porsche makers....."Need to introduce them to a li'l concept called affordability"
14) Eddie Murphy....."Gnashing one's teeth on screen doesn't constitute a smile....."
15) Friends in Season 1......"Rachel, u love Ross, Monica, u'll marry Chandler, Pheobe, u marry someone i don't remember and Joey, u get ur own show"
16) Shahrukh Khan....." K-K-K-Kry baby "
17) JC Bose..."Sorry dude, u got no Nobel, but u do hv a particle and home theatres named after u"
18) Hitler..."No amount of territory or power can compensate the 1 thing u lack, not humanity.....height, u dwarf"
19) MJ....."Just want to know once and for all.....Is he/she a he/she or a she/he??"
A Phony Story
This is the story of a boy who lost his cellphone. He left it at a tea stall as if it were a hanky. Let's not blame him. He forgets a conversation by the end of it. Now, there were about 10 people who saw it on the table.
Being utterly jobless, they had a round table conference with the stall owner. The question raised was " Who is to keep it? ".....no no.....they were extremely honest people...... The debate was on " Who is to keep it till the boy comes along to claim it back? ".Since each of them trusted his neighbour like India trusts Pakistan, they decided after numerous debates that Panditji was the most respectable of them all. He was chosen for safekeeping the hanky (that costs Rs 4000)
2 days later, the boy came around to claim it. The owner explained the matter to him and asked him to come in the evening when the Panditji will be available. In the evening, the boy came back and waited anxiously like a would be father in a nursing home waiting room. You get the picture. And then on the horizon, riding like Arwen in LOTR, he came riding atop his trusty steed manufactured by Atlas Cycles.Believe it or not, the priest(M.A. , PhD Hindi) INTERROGATED the boy. After satisfying himself and the audience that assembled there, he proceeded without preamble " Now, don't worry, you will get your cell, but there is the small matter of the compensation ". Let me repeat COMPENSATION AKA money. Of course, being virtuous does have its advantages; spiritual and monetary ones both. The boy was shocked. But he agreed and took out a Rs 50 note. No can do. The alleged godman said he wouldn't accept money but he will accept Rs 100 worth sweets(courtesy: The tea stall). This done, the boy and godman left to the latter's home to claim the cell waiting for him.
Upon reaching there through a maze/slum which will not survive 2 hrs of rain, the priest and his hospitality left the boy stunned. Tea, a strong dosage of "shudh hindi" and some more of those Rs 100 sweets later, the boy bid adieu to the family which politely invited him for the next day's festival. Accompanied on the way back by the Panditji, the boy was casually wondering to what levels of grime can a religious man stoop when the Panditji remarked " Go on ahead to the tea stall, I'll just have a cigarette and come there "
Case closed. I am never gonna lose my cell again. And even if I do I am never ever gonna go to reclaim it. Who knows what kinda weirdo I might meet......Maybe a dog lover who eats his pets......or a 10 yr old who is coal mafia don.......
Being utterly jobless, they had a round table conference with the stall owner. The question raised was " Who is to keep it? ".....no no.....they were extremely honest people...... The debate was on " Who is to keep it till the boy comes along to claim it back? ".Since each of them trusted his neighbour like India trusts Pakistan, they decided after numerous debates that Panditji was the most respectable of them all. He was chosen for safekeeping the hanky (that costs Rs 4000)
2 days later, the boy came around to claim it. The owner explained the matter to him and asked him to come in the evening when the Panditji will be available. In the evening, the boy came back and waited anxiously like a would be father in a nursing home waiting room. You get the picture. And then on the horizon, riding like Arwen in LOTR, he came riding atop his trusty steed manufactured by Atlas Cycles.Believe it or not, the priest(M.A. , PhD Hindi) INTERROGATED the boy. After satisfying himself and the audience that assembled there, he proceeded without preamble " Now, don't worry, you will get your cell, but there is the small matter of the compensation ". Let me repeat COMPENSATION AKA money. Of course, being virtuous does have its advantages; spiritual and monetary ones both. The boy was shocked. But he agreed and took out a Rs 50 note. No can do. The alleged godman said he wouldn't accept money but he will accept Rs 100 worth sweets(courtesy: The tea stall). This done, the boy and godman left to the latter's home to claim the cell waiting for him.
Upon reaching there through a maze/slum which will not survive 2 hrs of rain, the priest and his hospitality left the boy stunned. Tea, a strong dosage of "shudh hindi" and some more of those Rs 100 sweets later, the boy bid adieu to the family which politely invited him for the next day's festival. Accompanied on the way back by the Panditji, the boy was casually wondering to what levels of grime can a religious man stoop when the Panditji remarked " Go on ahead to the tea stall, I'll just have a cigarette and come there "
Case closed. I am never gonna lose my cell again. And even if I do I am never ever gonna go to reclaim it. Who knows what kinda weirdo I might meet......Maybe a dog lover who eats his pets......or a 10 yr old who is coal mafia don.......
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Dea(r)th of love
DEATH. I have never seen death nor have I experienced the loss of a relative. So I have no idea what I will feel (if and)when that happens. I cannot pretend it will never happen in my lifetime. But I have never really thought about it at all because it isn't something anyone likes to think about. I learnt of an incident. These are the facts: A boy loved a girl. She did not reciprocate. He committed suicide. His mother cried in front of the entire college. His father was angry that his son left them. The girl felt guilty and committed suicide.
It made me think. When we love someone, what is the depth of that feeling? Should it be so deep that if rejected, we have no reason to live? If it isn't that deep then does its shallowness indicate a hypocrisy? What truly is love? Is it justified to forsake our parents and die for love? Was the girl really guilty of something? Did she die because of him or because of some wrong mental attitude of her own? Was I wrong when I defined LOVE in a previous post?
Consider this case:
I love A. Then A's actions/reactions will affect me. How they affect me is upto me....right? If A is affected by what happens to me, then my love for A binds A to me and narrows A's emotional reaction range. Without A's choice I affected A's life and actions.
My point here being.......what if you or I were A. We are now controlled(so to speak) by another person. Is that acceptable? Should it be acceptable? I don't know.
After a brief look at what I wrote down above...I think I can wade across this emotional swamp of mine.
LOVE? This is how it must be.
I love her passionately. The feeling of "loving that girl" is the only thing that matters to me. I love the way she looks, thinks, reacts.....Period. I expect nothing from her. Neither acknowledgement nor reciprocation. It is she who will decide her feelings towards me. As far as I am concerned, the only bond between me and her is the feeling of my love for her that I will carry within me. That's all. This is the depth of my love.
Now my questions can be answered.
The depth of love is total. Rejection or approval do not matter at all. The girl died because she felt guilt. The only thing she was guilty of was self-betrayal because the guilt was her own mental creation. So, she was solely responsible for her death.
And yes. I was wrong before. Actually I was inconsistent. My definition of LOVE included the other person which it shouldn't have......because the self-sufficiency I wrote about implicitly includes LOVE in it.
It made me think. When we love someone, what is the depth of that feeling? Should it be so deep that if rejected, we have no reason to live? If it isn't that deep then does its shallowness indicate a hypocrisy? What truly is love? Is it justified to forsake our parents and die for love? Was the girl really guilty of something? Did she die because of him or because of some wrong mental attitude of her own? Was I wrong when I defined LOVE in a previous post?
Consider this case:
I love A. Then A's actions/reactions will affect me. How they affect me is upto me....right? If A is affected by what happens to me, then my love for A binds A to me and narrows A's emotional reaction range. Without A's choice I affected A's life and actions.
My point here being.......what if you or I were A. We are now controlled(so to speak) by another person. Is that acceptable? Should it be acceptable? I don't know.
After a brief look at what I wrote down above...I think I can wade across this emotional swamp of mine.
LOVE? This is how it must be.
I love her passionately. The feeling of "loving that girl" is the only thing that matters to me. I love the way she looks, thinks, reacts.....Period. I expect nothing from her. Neither acknowledgement nor reciprocation. It is she who will decide her feelings towards me. As far as I am concerned, the only bond between me and her is the feeling of my love for her that I will carry within me. That's all. This is the depth of my love.
Now my questions can be answered.
The depth of love is total. Rejection or approval do not matter at all. The girl died because she felt guilt. The only thing she was guilty of was self-betrayal because the guilt was her own mental creation. So, she was solely responsible for her death.
And yes. I was wrong before. Actually I was inconsistent. My definition of LOVE included the other person which it shouldn't have......because the self-sufficiency I wrote about implicitly includes LOVE in it.
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Non Juvenile
Monday, November 07, 2005
Days of our lives
It all began the day we arrived back from the vacation. We were room hunting.
Roomie: Let's take this one raa...its clean and has a locational advantage over the others.
Ya. You see, when the Nazis infiltrate our building then, owing our room's superior locational advantage over the others, we'll be the only ones to survive. Also, we can get to the bathrooms faster which is very important as anyone with a healthy apetite and an unco-operative stomach lining will know.
Me: Absolutely......and the ventilation...!!! Good call man.
You shud see our room. There was NO WAY any light, Visible or IR or UV or even a ruby LASER cud touch any surface within. NASA could've avoided that Kalpana Chawla episode, had they used our windows on the shuttle's underside. Vitamin C deficiency, here I come.
(((((((((5 weeks later))))))))))
0715 hrs------->>>>>>>>>>>>>
The cell alarms start to ring....both my roomie's and mine.....along with the my comp's alarm....they sing a melancholy strain...."Open thee dreamy eyelids...and look outside....thou shalt see....its so fresh...and so mellow.....its lecturetime"
I lift up my head enuf to hibernate my comp and throw my cell into a drawer(its a NOKIA 3315...it'll survive).My roomie is more car(eful)ing. He mutes it with a pillow. And with the silence of the lambs, we drift back into sleep.
0740 hrs------->>>>>>>>>>>>
Some curious nosy Parker who has equated "Waking people up" and "Social service" comes in and jerks us awake. I rub my eyes and think what a nice milkman this guy wud make. Coming out of the room, I see a procession of pilgrims going towards Kasi, all their problems have simple solutions:morning ablutions........u get the picture
0755 hrs------------>>>>>>>>>>
I am wolfing down breakfast with no time to wonder what it is.
Mr perfect mechanical engineer(call him MPME) who is leaving the mess, casually remarks:"The weather is fine today. Rust process will be reduced by 27%. By the way, we have to design class today so get your charts." I look around the table and see my branchmates faces. Malicious|Smug|Resigned|Blissfully ignorant(OGPA = 8 and struggling for more|8 and happy|7 and stopped trying|6 and indifferent respectively)
0830 hrs----------->>>>>>>>>>>>
We are in Drawing hall sitting on high stools like in a bar. After a sincere 1/2 an hour tryin to figure out what to do...I join a gathering of people and discuss the topic of the day: Bush's policies, the Profs daughter..etc etc
0950 hrs------------->>>>>>>>>>
I hastily add 5 or 6 lines to my drawing, seriously look at my work and then call a guy to have a look at it. We both laugh at the fat lady that I wanna pretend is a flywheel. Then we pack.....time toe.
1055 hrs-------------->>>>>>>>>
Some jerk jerks me awake in the nick of time. I say a strong "Yes Sir" in a deep baritone. Class over. 3 down 1 to go.
1210 hrs------------->>>>>>>>>>
Prof: So, this flow analysis technique has several advantages...blah blah and some more blah.....
Im poring over my book.....Ludlum's action is pretty fast paced.
Benchmate: Arey whats ur top score in snake? I got a 1120 just now.
Me: Huh..what? Abey...don't disturb man....listen to the prof or somethin...
5 benches to the north .i.e. in the first bench.
GMAT1: Sir, if the fluid flow is not in 1D then how can we assume?
GMAT2: arey, the Stoke's law's combination with Bernoulli clearly explains it...blah blah and some more blah....
Prof: Yes, thats right. In fact, why don't u take down this assignment on 1D flow.
Everyone groans but they hang on to the filmy shred of hope that Prof didn't give a deadline.
GMAT1: Sir, when shud we submit it, next class......@%#!#%@!!!
1315 hrs----------->>>>>>>>>>
Im asleep, catching up on the sleep lost during the morning(Reason: Had breakfast today). MPME passes the room while going to the mess.
MPME: All guyz completed ur HMT assignment i hope. Today is last day for submission.
DAMN. I instantly look at the timetable. First P.Tech, then HMT. Relief washes all over me and I put a few A4 sheets into my bag. That taken care off, I go back to slumber.
1615 hrs------------>>>>>>>>
I return after a gruelling day and head towards Dhaiyya. Some tea, singhadas(bihari for piping hot samosas) and 2 hrs later, im revived and rejuvenated.
1830 hrs------------->>>>>>>
I switch on my pc. 10 minutes and (sh)it happened. My roomie's UPS wails like a banshee falling from the top of a tower. His UPS heralds the coming of the low voltage. Barely 2 minutes later, a loud cacophony of electronic beeps is heard all over the wing. My darling Stabilizer....I Love U
2045 hrs-------------->>>>>>>
My friends call me. I hibernate my pc and go for dinner. After Gamerboy(name changed for health reasons) redefines fast food and Pubboy's(name changed) drawn out meal campaign, I return to some Q time on my pc.
0240 hrs------------>>>>>>>
I hear my roomie's light snore and realise he's asleep. I too buy tickets for dreamtheatre. 15 seconds later, I wake up and recall the most important thing. Nope....not an assignment. Nope...not a test. I silently set the alarms on my pc and cell.
Ya ya....i know what u skeptics are thinking....but u just wait and see....i'm gonna do that alarm justice one of these days.......one of these days...........
Roomie: Let's take this one raa...its clean and has a locational advantage over the others.
Ya. You see, when the Nazis infiltrate our building then, owing our room's superior locational advantage over the others, we'll be the only ones to survive. Also, we can get to the bathrooms faster which is very important as anyone with a healthy apetite and an unco-operative stomach lining will know.
Me: Absolutely......and the ventilation...!!! Good call man.
You shud see our room. There was NO WAY any light, Visible or IR or UV or even a ruby LASER cud touch any surface within. NASA could've avoided that Kalpana Chawla episode, had they used our windows on the shuttle's underside. Vitamin C deficiency, here I come.
(((((((((5 weeks later))))))))))
0715 hrs------->>>>>>>>>>>>>
The cell alarms start to ring....both my roomie's and mine.....along with the my comp's alarm....they sing a melancholy strain...."Open thee dreamy eyelids...and look outside....thou shalt see....its so fresh...and so mellow.....its lecturetime"
I lift up my head enuf to hibernate my comp and throw my cell into a drawer(its a NOKIA 3315...it'll survive).My roomie is more car(eful)ing. He mutes it with a pillow. And with the silence of the lambs, we drift back into sleep.
0740 hrs------->>>>>>>>>>>>
Some curious nosy Parker who has equated "Waking people up" and "Social service" comes in and jerks us awake. I rub my eyes and think what a nice milkman this guy wud make. Coming out of the room, I see a procession of pilgrims going towards Kasi, all their problems have simple solutions:morning ablutions........u get the picture
0755 hrs------------>>>>>>>>>>
I am wolfing down breakfast with no time to wonder what it is.
Mr perfect mechanical engineer(call him MPME) who is leaving the mess, casually remarks:"The weather is fine today. Rust process will be reduced by 27%. By the way, we have to design class today so get your charts." I look around the table and see my branchmates faces. Malicious|Smug|Resigned|Blissfully ignorant(OGPA = 8 and struggling for more|8 and happy|7 and stopped trying|6 and indifferent respectively)
0830 hrs----------->>>>>>>>>>>>
We are in Drawing hall sitting on high stools like in a bar. After a sincere 1/2 an hour tryin to figure out what to do...I join a gathering of people and discuss the topic of the day: Bush's policies, the Profs daughter..etc etc
0950 hrs------------->>>>>>>>>>
I hastily add 5 or 6 lines to my drawing, seriously look at my work and then call a guy to have a look at it. We both laugh at the fat lady that I wanna pretend is a flywheel. Then we pack.....time toe.
1055 hrs-------------->>>>>>>>>
Some jerk jerks me awake in the nick of time. I say a strong "Yes Sir" in a deep baritone. Class over. 3 down 1 to go.
1210 hrs------------->>>>>>>>>>
Prof: So, this flow analysis technique has several advantages...blah blah and some more blah.....
Im poring over my book.....Ludlum's action is pretty fast paced.
Benchmate: Arey whats ur top score in snake? I got a 1120 just now.
Me: Huh..what? Abey...don't disturb man....listen to the prof or somethin...
5 benches to the north .i.e. in the first bench.
GMAT1: Sir, if the fluid flow is not in 1D then how can we assume?
GMAT2: arey, the Stoke's law's combination with Bernoulli clearly explains it...blah blah and some more blah....
Prof: Yes, thats right. In fact, why don't u take down this assignment on 1D flow.
Everyone groans but they hang on to the filmy shred of hope that Prof didn't give a deadline.
GMAT1: Sir, when shud we submit it, next class......@%#!#%@!!!
1315 hrs----------->>>>>>>>>>
Im asleep, catching up on the sleep lost during the morning(Reason: Had breakfast today). MPME passes the room while going to the mess.
MPME: All guyz completed ur HMT assignment i hope. Today is last day for submission.
DAMN. I instantly look at the timetable. First P.Tech, then HMT. Relief washes all over me and I put a few A4 sheets into my bag. That taken care off, I go back to slumber.
1615 hrs------------>>>>>>>>
I return after a gruelling day and head towards Dhaiyya. Some tea, singhadas(bihari for piping hot samosas) and 2 hrs later, im revived and rejuvenated.
1830 hrs------------->>>>>>>
I switch on my pc. 10 minutes and (sh)it happened. My roomie's UPS wails like a banshee falling from the top of a tower. His UPS heralds the coming of the low voltage. Barely 2 minutes later, a loud cacophony of electronic beeps is heard all over the wing. My darling Stabilizer....I Love U
2045 hrs-------------->>>>>>>
My friends call me. I hibernate my pc and go for dinner. After Gamerboy(name changed for health reasons) redefines fast food and Pubboy's(name changed) drawn out meal campaign, I return to some Q time on my pc.
0240 hrs------------>>>>>>>
I hear my roomie's light snore and realise he's asleep. I too buy tickets for dreamtheatre. 15 seconds later, I wake up and recall the most important thing. Nope....not an assignment. Nope...not a test. I silently set the alarms on my pc and cell.
Ya ya....i know what u skeptics are thinking....but u just wait and see....i'm gonna do that alarm justice one of these days.......one of these days...........
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