Shaastra is our tech fest.This time it coincided with Navrathri as a result of which i got 4 full days.Else it would have only been a single day off on Vijayadasami.I utilized the first two holidays in the best possible way- eating,sleeping,music and watching movies.I never slept so peacefully for two consecutive days in the recent past.Actually i went out to see what shaastra was all about at around 12 on the 2nd day and found out that the registration for all the events was over.So i decided to wake up early the next day, which was a Saturday.I did wake up at around 8 and was in time for a few events.I participated in "Make things Work" and the prelims was a written test which covered the fundas and basics of engineering in daily life.I teamed up with an elec friend of mine and started solving the paper.We answered a few non mech/elec questions.After hazaar brain scratching and recalling and putting pseude in the paper by writing Bernoulli's eqns i realised later that it was wrong. We gave the paper and i did not even bother to find out whether we qualified for the next round.
Last year we did quite well-We almost qualified for the finals after clearing 2 rounds but our thing was rejected and we seriously suspected some foul play then.Last year i also solved many questions in the daily puzzle championship .This year it was too tough.There were a few lectures by eminent professors but the topics did not seem interesting.Once again a good excuse for avoiding.Only one interesting event was left-automobile workshop and i found out that the registration for that was over long ago!I did a few innovative things though- went to the daily quiz,took the paper,came to my room and started googling.Some of the events {physics quiz} started before time ,totally redefining IST- Indian Shrinkable Time.I fully participated in only one event- movie on Saturday.So another tech fest has passed away.
Coming to what i did for Dussehra.Well we had a holiday on Wednesday and i still do not know the exact dates of Saraswati Puja{i think it falls on the same day as ayudha puja} and Vijayadasami.My mom just called up and said for "us" vijayadasami is on Thursday!We are told not to study on Saraswati Puja-this thing totally beats me.Wednesday was like any other day.The only consolation-I took bath in the morning.In fact Vinayaka Chaturthi and Janmashtami were also like any other holidays.The only ritual which i still follow perfectly is the changing of poonal{the sacred thread} and the Gayatri Japam on Avani Avittam.This time I want to go home for Diwali as i have not spent Diwali with my parents and friends since 2000. '01 and '02 my parents were out of town and i was also supposedly studying for JEE .In '03 and '04 i was in Chennai where i combed the entire hostel to find a few bijili crackers{single red bombs}.The ultimate thrill lies in throwing the red bomb in the air after lighting it.
Other developments - 1)Acquired a good Altec Lansing 2.1 speaker which is awesome compared to my dabba mercury speakers.Actually my friend from Hyd who was here for shaastra purchased it in Richie Street here at a throwaway price and has left it in my room.I may have to return it in December,but will enjoy blasting music and pain my neighbours till that time!MORAL- It pays to be in touch with your old friends!2)Bought GATE form.The exam is in February and i have absolutely no idea as to when i am going to prepare for that.
Wishing you all HAPPY DUSSEHRA!
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Sunday, October 02, 2005
TAGGED
Oh my gosh!I have realized this startling and shocking fact that i am kinda addicted to messenger when i was not able to log in on Friday and Saturday.One of my friends said that he had two wives -messenger and the bed!OK no double meaning and offense intended here.It is only for some light hearted humour and i am not interested in polygamy either!! So my old yahoo id is trapped inside a firewall thanks to the institute's whims and fancies.They keep toying with the proxies and people like me become bakras in a totally hitherto unknown manner.So what happened was that i was using GAIM {another form of messenger} and chatting away to glory when out of the blue got disconnected on Friday.It simply refused to connect inspite of trying out various permutations and combinations of the proxies and port numbers.Since i did not sign off i am now seen online for eternity!Thanks to this even yahoo refuses to sign me in saying "you have been signed off as you have logged into a different device" or some stuff like that! I was forced to create a new one as i was getting many sms's and scraps saying "Why are you not responding?".Anyways i never knew there were so many out there keen on talking to me :P{NTPK}.I was forced to create a new one and have to use this for the time-being.Ok no more flying off on a tangent.I am actually hitting the keyboard to write a short story[in 55 words :(] as i was tagged by Kesavan and let me see what i can cook up.It does not seem peaceful.Here it goes-
She was so damn good-looking,milky white and cute, befitting an angel.My eyes were fixed upon her and she too was watching me.Suddenly a young man descended from nowhere and she went away with him.She was not a kiddo,as you might have anticipated,but a 20 something and i was single again.
I know its pathetic but had to write some story or the other to save my skin!Else i run the risk of being called a non-sport!A bad story is better than a bad nick-name. If i were to rate this attempt i would give it 3/10.Inflicting pain is contagious.So i am tagging ASHA and VAISHNAVI.. I am sure it wint be as pathetic as this!! Write it at ur leisure...
NTPK- An acronym for a Tam saying which has attained cult status thanks to its extensive usage by Kesavan which means -If you think too much of yourself it will lead to self destruction.And kesava next time gimme something easy dude..
She was so damn good-looking,milky white and cute, befitting an angel.My eyes were fixed upon her and she too was watching me.Suddenly a young man descended from nowhere and she went away with him.She was not a kiddo,as you might have anticipated,but a 20 something and i was single again.
I know its pathetic but had to write some story or the other to save my skin!Else i run the risk of being called a non-sport!A bad story is better than a bad nick-name. If i were to rate this attempt i would give it 3/10.Inflicting pain is contagious.So i am tagging ASHA and VAISHNAVI.. I am sure it wint be as pathetic as this!! Write it at ur leisure...
NTPK- An acronym for a Tam saying which has attained cult status thanks to its extensive usage by Kesavan which means -If you think too much of yourself it will lead to self destruction.And kesava next time gimme something easy dude..
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
ODI TOURNEY AND TESTS
ODI-One Day International
This is not another ubiquitous post on cricket or the ASHES which have been flogged to death in most of the sports sites.After completing ,and of course performing poorly in most of them, yet another set of internals{called quiz here..1st QUIZ} i found it quite similar to cricket,which till recently was my passion.The passion has fizzled out thanks to the incompetent performances of INDIA over the past 2 years.
Well i play an ODI on the eve of a test!The batting is done throughout the night with the primary intention of saving the test.The innings starts somewhere around the break of dusk where the notes are procured and photocopied {Hazaar thanks to the guy who invented that}. The next 30 min are spent going through the notes and trying to find out the corresponding pages in the text-book.Probably this could be called the warm-up session.The batting starts with great enthusiasm and verve.Obviously a well begun job is half done and soon its time for some "well left" which i call the SIEVE THEOREM!! Somehow i just cannot fathom/digest the fact that whatever is "well-left" by me surely appears in the exam.So much so that at around 2 am many of my friends gather in my room to find out what is left by me.Then there is the inevitable drinks break.It is coffee for me to rejuvenate my drooping eye lids and get ready for the post drinks session(or post tea session).It is quite surprising that i am able 2 cram so much into my head on the night before the exam.The lurking fear of a Gangulyish score provides the necessary impetus i guess.Of course i end up getting one,but that's a different story of epic proportions altogether.
The perfect example of "inductive effect" is witnessed at around 2 am where a single yawn by a sleepyhead spawns multiple yawns among the neighbours .Coffee is not available at that time and i dance to the tunes of the capricious sleep without any control.Generally i manage to complete the portion by around 4am,albeit with many parts being "well left",which stare at me in the question paper like a menacing fast bowler the next morning.In the 1st QUIZ the irony was that i did well in the tests with minimal effort,which included conf and orkut, while i totally spoilt the test for which i even did "net practice" apart from batting throughout the night.This has deeply entrenched some nonsense in my head regarding exam preparation.
The papers will be given some time this week when it will be time for some introspection again.As of now i have plans of playing a test-studying atleast 5 days for each exam,for the 2nd QUIZ.I am quite sure that this will soon fade out.But still NEVER GIVE UP!Like September for March flunkers there is 2nd QUIZ for 1st QUIZ flunkers.There is an end sem also to revive the sagging fortunes.Lets see what this sem has in store for me!!
This is not another ubiquitous post on cricket or the ASHES which have been flogged to death in most of the sports sites.After completing ,and of course performing poorly in most of them, yet another set of internals{called quiz here..1st QUIZ} i found it quite similar to cricket,which till recently was my passion.The passion has fizzled out thanks to the incompetent performances of INDIA over the past 2 years.
Well i play an ODI on the eve of a test!The batting is done throughout the night with the primary intention of saving the test.The innings starts somewhere around the break of dusk where the notes are procured and photocopied {Hazaar thanks to the guy who invented that}. The next 30 min are spent going through the notes and trying to find out the corresponding pages in the text-book.Probably this could be called the warm-up session.The batting starts with great enthusiasm and verve.Obviously a well begun job is half done and soon its time for some "well left" which i call the SIEVE THEOREM!! Somehow i just cannot fathom/digest the fact that whatever is "well-left" by me surely appears in the exam.So much so that at around 2 am many of my friends gather in my room to find out what is left by me.Then there is the inevitable drinks break.It is coffee for me to rejuvenate my drooping eye lids and get ready for the post drinks session(or post tea session).It is quite surprising that i am able 2 cram so much into my head on the night before the exam.The lurking fear of a Gangulyish score provides the necessary impetus i guess.Of course i end up getting one,but that's a different story of epic proportions altogether.
The perfect example of "inductive effect" is witnessed at around 2 am where a single yawn by a sleepyhead spawns multiple yawns among the neighbours .Coffee is not available at that time and i dance to the tunes of the capricious sleep without any control.Generally i manage to complete the portion by around 4am,albeit with many parts being "well left",which stare at me in the question paper like a menacing fast bowler the next morning.In the 1st QUIZ the irony was that i did well in the tests with minimal effort,which included conf and orkut, while i totally spoilt the test for which i even did "net practice" apart from batting throughout the night.This has deeply entrenched some nonsense in my head regarding exam preparation.
The papers will be given some time this week when it will be time for some introspection again.As of now i have plans of playing a test-studying atleast 5 days for each exam,for the 2nd QUIZ.I am quite sure that this will soon fade out.But still NEVER GIVE UP!Like September for March flunkers there is 2nd QUIZ for 1st QUIZ flunkers.There is an end sem also to revive the sagging fortunes.Lets see what this sem has in store for me!!
Monday, September 12, 2005
OBSOLETE BLACKBOARD
Firstly let me clarify a few things before i go about cribbing in what is one of the few meaningful posts by yours truly.I am not the typical first bencher in class with a never ending urge to park himslef right under the nose of the teacher and I dont listen to most of the classes.I pay attention only to certain professors,few classes etc which is fn(enthu,hrs of sleep the previous night,the guy who sits beside me).
My first point is the usage of power point presentation in the classes.It is not bad to use it to assist the teacher but it certainly gets on my nerves when the teacher uses only ppt.The poor, old blackboard is relegated to the 2nd position.This is an explicit case of technology misuse or abuse.The primary drawback is that we dont get enough time to write down notes.The prof in most cases just reads out what is there on the slide.If by mistake the prof says "I shall give slides" thats it.It is assumed that we have the notes with us and so he can proceed at his will, oblivious to the fact that class notes are quite important.I have personally faced many problems in the FEW classes where i jot down notes.The teacher is the only one who is benefitted by the ppt.I have also heard of "computerised teachers" or "robotic teachers" or some crap like that where the talking is also done by the comp.It is absolute gibberish/nonsense.The age old method of using the blackboard and the dusty,white chalk is the best in my opinion.I might sound like an octagenarian or a primitive man who is against technology invasion but i do have a valid point here.I am not against ppt per se but i am pained because it is ruling the roost in every classroom these days.It is incumbent now to use ppt and hi tech gadgets at the cost of the blackboard even in kindergarten.I have been and will be a proponent of 'CHALK AND TALK' always.No qualms about it.We did not have these ppts in school and some of my best teachers have used the blackboard with far more superior effect and most of them will vouch for the fact that it cannot be replaced.
In my opinion 'chalk and talk', with usage of ppt to lay emphasis on the finer points or to depict complex diagrams,graphs etc would be the best way of teaching.Let not technology take away the joys of listening in the class,the screeching sound of the chalk on the board,the duster etc which are integral parts of the student life and let it be used in a better manner.My dear readers,if any of you wanna take up teaching as your profession please follow the age old teaching practice.This is my only request.
My first point is the usage of power point presentation in the classes.It is not bad to use it to assist the teacher but it certainly gets on my nerves when the teacher uses only ppt.The poor, old blackboard is relegated to the 2nd position.This is an explicit case of technology misuse or abuse.The primary drawback is that we dont get enough time to write down notes.The prof in most cases just reads out what is there on the slide.If by mistake the prof says "I shall give slides" thats it.It is assumed that we have the notes with us and so he can proceed at his will, oblivious to the fact that class notes are quite important.I have personally faced many problems in the FEW classes where i jot down notes.The teacher is the only one who is benefitted by the ppt.I have also heard of "computerised teachers" or "robotic teachers" or some crap like that where the talking is also done by the comp.It is absolute gibberish/nonsense.The age old method of using the blackboard and the dusty,white chalk is the best in my opinion.I might sound like an octagenarian or a primitive man who is against technology invasion but i do have a valid point here.I am not against ppt per se but i am pained because it is ruling the roost in every classroom these days.It is incumbent now to use ppt and hi tech gadgets at the cost of the blackboard even in kindergarten.I have been and will be a proponent of 'CHALK AND TALK' always.No qualms about it.We did not have these ppts in school and some of my best teachers have used the blackboard with far more superior effect and most of them will vouch for the fact that it cannot be replaced.
In my opinion 'chalk and talk', with usage of ppt to lay emphasis on the finer points or to depict complex diagrams,graphs etc would be the best way of teaching.Let not technology take away the joys of listening in the class,the screeching sound of the chalk on the board,the duster etc which are integral parts of the student life and let it be used in a better manner.My dear readers,if any of you wanna take up teaching as your profession please follow the age old teaching practice.This is my only request.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
PIECE AND SLICE
I love "chat".If the thing that strikes you on hearing that word is 'yahoo messenger' then good.I am a chatter-box and a 'mouse potato'{akin 2 couch potato!}If it reminds you of those unhygienic stalls doling out lip smacking fare then all the more better. But if you think 'chat' means licking{In hindi} then i am sorry.Not a day passed off without me indulging in chat,but that was in my good old school days in Hyd.Ok digress. I was reminded of an incident which took place long ago-2 yrs to be precise.The fact that it has been evoking wide guffaws ever since bears testimony to the timelessness of that!
I dont remember exactly when and where it happened,but this is a true story.I was with this group and we were newbies to Chennai.I had been to Chennai before but was confined to my relatives' places and did not roam around much so i was as good as a newbie,albeit with the knowledge of the local language.We decided to have chaat in some store{it was already 25 days without chat then}.My friends were apprehensive after seeing the shop and the uncouth surroundings but i always advocate this policy "dingier the better"!I have had some of the best food in joints which were much more smaller and unhygienic and came out unscathed,so i felt this wont do any harm and took the plunge.It was a small fast food joint and i thought of having some concrete food first and ordered "pease barota masala"-- note down the spelling.I thought it was "barota"-which is similar to a "paratha" with a side dish which had "peas" {or "mutter" in Hindi} with some masala would be the gravy.After the usual banter to kill the hunger our item arrived.I was shell shocked to say the least.It was like mini idly-hazaar "barotas" in a plate.I could not fathom that.Also there were no "peas" around.I called the waiter and asked him what it was and he said the same.Later i realized that it was "piece barota masala" wherein that barota was butchered to hazaar pieces,some reddish paste{that was masala for u} smeared on them and served.Phew! Needless to say i ate just 2-3 pieces and discarded it.Probably "pee"se barota masala would have been a better name.I just wanted to have some cool drink and escape as soon as possible when my friend told me to wait.He was already in splits seeing the food{that dawg was not hungry} and decided to order another dish just to have a good laugh.We ordered "pani puri" {it is one of my fav}. I was shocked again when i saw that!There was "puri" in it-once again smashed to a thousand pieces,akin to a glass window being smashed by a cricket ball and pieces strewn all over the place. OK there was "puri" but no "pani" in it.It was a concoction of smashed puri and "channa".It was baffling,i mean no water in pani puri!Did someone say water shortage in Chennai? Well i never knew that the situation was so grave.Huh! I was afraid even to order a cool drink.Probably he might have given us glass-which is a super cooled liquid in its liquid form and say cool drink!Or maybe smash it,which is his forte,powder it,put it in cool water and say "cool drink". My friend ,needless to say ,was having the time of his life while we were fuming.The only thing which was decent was the bill.I should have torn the bill to "pieces" after paying it.It was cheap and for once my policy of "dingier the better" failed and i had to bear the non stop rebuke of my friends as it was my suggestion to go to that place.Mea Culpa!
Fortunately i have never faced this "piece" thing again.Peace!That bad experience dissuaded me from going to such small joints,but only for a few months.The stomach ruled over the brain again in a few days and i was happily back to square one munching and downing 'pani puris' at the same rate and in equally uncouth,inadequately furnished joints .I have dined in many star restaurants but stuff from a push-cart vendor gives me the ultimate thrill even to this day.I also ended up puking and singing LM{scratch ur brains and find out whats that} many times,took a resolution- not to eat in those joints and invariably found myself downing junk the very next week!!And what will i do if i have a stomachache again-Well i dont have it now so deferred to another date!Till then enjoy ... Anyone willing to accompany this gourmet,gourmand,glutton and connoiseur???
I dont remember exactly when and where it happened,but this is a true story.I was with this group and we were newbies to Chennai.I had been to Chennai before but was confined to my relatives' places and did not roam around much so i was as good as a newbie,albeit with the knowledge of the local language.We decided to have chaat in some store{it was already 25 days without chat then}.My friends were apprehensive after seeing the shop and the uncouth surroundings but i always advocate this policy "dingier the better"!I have had some of the best food in joints which were much more smaller and unhygienic and came out unscathed,so i felt this wont do any harm and took the plunge.It was a small fast food joint and i thought of having some concrete food first and ordered "pease barota masala"-- note down the spelling.I thought it was "barota"-which is similar to a "paratha" with a side dish which had "peas" {or "mutter" in Hindi} with some masala would be the gravy.After the usual banter to kill the hunger our item arrived.I was shell shocked to say the least.It was like mini idly-hazaar "barotas" in a plate.I could not fathom that.Also there were no "peas" around.I called the waiter and asked him what it was and he said the same.Later i realized that it was "piece barota masala" wherein that barota was butchered to hazaar pieces,some reddish paste{that was masala for u} smeared on them and served.Phew! Needless to say i ate just 2-3 pieces and discarded it.Probably "pee"se barota masala would have been a better name.I just wanted to have some cool drink and escape as soon as possible when my friend told me to wait.He was already in splits seeing the food{that dawg was not hungry} and decided to order another dish just to have a good laugh.We ordered "pani puri" {it is one of my fav}. I was shocked again when i saw that!There was "puri" in it-once again smashed to a thousand pieces,akin to a glass window being smashed by a cricket ball and pieces strewn all over the place. OK there was "puri" but no "pani" in it.It was a concoction of smashed puri and "channa".It was baffling,i mean no water in pani puri!Did someone say water shortage in Chennai? Well i never knew that the situation was so grave.Huh! I was afraid even to order a cool drink.Probably he might have given us glass-which is a super cooled liquid in its liquid form and say cool drink!Or maybe smash it,which is his forte,powder it,put it in cool water and say "cool drink". My friend ,needless to say ,was having the time of his life while we were fuming.The only thing which was decent was the bill.I should have torn the bill to "pieces" after paying it.It was cheap and for once my policy of "dingier the better" failed and i had to bear the non stop rebuke of my friends as it was my suggestion to go to that place.Mea Culpa!
Fortunately i have never faced this "piece" thing again.Peace!That bad experience dissuaded me from going to such small joints,but only for a few months.The stomach ruled over the brain again in a few days and i was happily back to square one munching and downing 'pani puris' at the same rate and in equally uncouth,inadequately furnished joints .I have dined in many star restaurants but stuff from a push-cart vendor gives me the ultimate thrill even to this day.I also ended up puking and singing LM{scratch ur brains and find out whats that} many times,took a resolution- not to eat in those joints and invariably found myself downing junk the very next week!!And what will i do if i have a stomachache again-Well i dont have it now so deferred to another date!Till then enjoy ... Anyone willing to accompany this gourmet,gourmand,glutton and connoiseur???
Sunday, August 28, 2005
'TRAIN'ING ON A WEEKEND
My last post was on Independence Day which of course had nothing to do with that day .There has been a brief lull mainly due to nil activity out here and also due 2 lack of topics.So u might have guessed it that this is going 2 b a totally aimless one and irrelevant,with the only aim being updating my blog!Shall start off with a round up of the weekend.We r supposed 2 have free noons on friday but as tuff luck wud have it v had an Industrial lecture,that too 2 of them.The timings were 2 to 3-15pm and 3-30 to 5 . I shud say i was pretty happy.Inspite of it being the peak siesta time i managed 2 listen to a prof from Malaysia.Probably the word 'Malaysia' brought about a renewed interest.But the irony was that i peacefuly slept throughout the next one inspite of downing a coffee at 3-30!Evening i just whiled away time and chatted with a couple of frnds.
The title comes into picture now.At around 10-30 my friend got a call frm Hyd saying his granny had expired and so he had 2 rush home.3 of us chumma embarked on a wild-goose chase to the Central without knowing wat v were doing.There are hazaar travels lined up near the Chennai Central and like a 'black' ticket in a theatre 15 min before the show v got a black ticket for a train 2 Warangal @ 11-15,obviously at a premium that too 100%, and 11-30 was its departure time.The next few minutes v were simply running on the road like thieves being chased by cops at 11-20pm and a bag with one of us{Gabbar Singh} made the picture perfect! Also v were boarding a train and it looked like a straight lift from a Bollywood 70's flick.Gabbar and his 2 assistants{we},totally drenched in sweat, entered the train with the booty bag{i mean his clothes bag} and the co-passengers needless 2 say had some kinda unknown expressions on their faces.We heard the announcement and jumped out of the train and Gabbar went away peacefully 2 warangal {and later caught a train 2 Hyd}.It was 11-30 pm and now v had 2 go back to IIT. We decided 2 save some dough and go in the electric train,which had its last train at about 12-30.Also it being late in the night the frequency was quite low and bad luck embraced us once again as the train pulled out jus as v bought the ticket.We had 2 wait for another 30 mins
for the next train and the mosquitoes had a field day{rather night} feeding on our blood and the sweaty environs only made things worse.Add 2 that non stop smsing by a crack pot friend of mine asking "wat happpened... whr r u" etc.We reached IIT at about 1 am and had 2 cycle all the way from gate 2 hostel which is about 4 kms.I was totally drained out and exhausted by the time i reached but i had this sense of triumph having been able 2 help a friend in distress,that too when no solution seemed possible at that hour.I patted myself and said "Good work da Rajeeva!!!" and crashed.
Saturday was bad-vheri vheri bad because net was down{I know u did not expect that reason} till 7 pm.The good thing was that i completed a decent portion of "Tell me ur dreams" which would have been impossible otherwise.Had some insipid food as usual and came back.I was elated when i found out that net was back.Kewl! As usual replied 2 my scraps and was on duty non stop.Ob u know wat duty means-chatting,orkutting,music,movies.Now dont say vacation means studies as vacation is for enjoyment and studies-well no comments.I chatted with a few close friends till about 3-30 am and crashed.
On Sunday again i was on duty.I thought of taking a break{studies} but work pressure{:D} was too high and so no break till evening.Later I completed that novel and did something which was related to engg for about an hour.I wud not like 2 dwell much on Mech fundaes,not because u might not understand it, but i myself will not know wat i am writing if i do so!
Hmmm.... so yet another topic highlighting my joblessness and guess i am going overboard.But relax guys!I shall try 2 post something decent next time.We have an Industrial visit lined up this weekend and i seriously have 2 dust my books if i entertain any hopes of getting something into my head.Shall try 2 post about that next time. In the meantime i shall try 2 review some books which i have read recently.
The title comes into picture now.At around 10-30 my friend got a call frm Hyd saying his granny had expired and so he had 2 rush home.3 of us chumma embarked on a wild-goose chase to the Central without knowing wat v were doing.There are hazaar travels lined up near the Chennai Central and like a 'black' ticket in a theatre 15 min before the show v got a black ticket for a train 2 Warangal @ 11-15,obviously at a premium that too 100%, and 11-30 was its departure time.The next few minutes v were simply running on the road like thieves being chased by cops at 11-20pm and a bag with one of us{Gabbar Singh} made the picture perfect! Also v were boarding a train and it looked like a straight lift from a Bollywood 70's flick.Gabbar and his 2 assistants{we},totally drenched in sweat, entered the train with the booty bag{i mean his clothes bag} and the co-passengers needless 2 say had some kinda unknown expressions on their faces.We heard the announcement and jumped out of the train and Gabbar went away peacefully 2 warangal {and later caught a train 2 Hyd}.It was 11-30 pm and now v had 2 go back to IIT. We decided 2 save some dough and go in the electric train,which had its last train at about 12-30.Also it being late in the night the frequency was quite low and bad luck embraced us once again as the train pulled out jus as v bought the ticket.We had 2 wait for another 30 mins
for the next train and the mosquitoes had a field day{rather night} feeding on our blood and the sweaty environs only made things worse.Add 2 that non stop smsing by a crack pot friend of mine asking "wat happpened... whr r u" etc.We reached IIT at about 1 am and had 2 cycle all the way from gate 2 hostel which is about 4 kms.I was totally drained out and exhausted by the time i reached but i had this sense of triumph having been able 2 help a friend in distress,that too when no solution seemed possible at that hour.I patted myself and said "Good work da Rajeeva!!!" and crashed.
Saturday was bad-vheri vheri bad because net was down{I know u did not expect that reason} till 7 pm.The good thing was that i completed a decent portion of "Tell me ur dreams" which would have been impossible otherwise.Had some insipid food as usual and came back.I was elated when i found out that net was back.Kewl! As usual replied 2 my scraps and was on duty non stop.Ob u know wat duty means-chatting,orkutting,music,movies.Now dont say vacation means studies as vacation is for enjoyment and studies-well no comments.I chatted with a few close friends till about 3-30 am and crashed.
On Sunday again i was on duty.I thought of taking a break{studies} but work pressure{:D} was too high and so no break till evening.Later I completed that novel and did something which was related to engg for about an hour.I wud not like 2 dwell much on Mech fundaes,not because u might not understand it, but i myself will not know wat i am writing if i do so!
Hmmm.... so yet another topic highlighting my joblessness and guess i am going overboard.But relax guys!I shall try 2 post something decent next time.We have an Industrial visit lined up this weekend and i seriously have 2 dust my books if i entertain any hopes of getting something into my head.Shall try 2 post about that next time. In the meantime i shall try 2 review some books which i have read recently.
Monday, August 15, 2005
WEEKEND-COUSINS AND NOSTALGIA
Isn't it quite surprising that the tears of yesteryears bring about laughs while on the contrary those laughters bring about tears today?I felt the same this weekend.My uncle called me up on saturday saying granny and a cousin had come down to their place and told me to come there.I spent the noon watching a movie ,chatting with a couple of friends and then left for their place in the evening.
I was meeting a couple of cousins-one after a few months and the other after a few years.They were F-20 and F-18 respectively.{Of course if it were M i would not have mentioned}.After spending some time with my granny one of them called me and thus started a long chat session.Initially i did the usual leg pulling but after a few minutes i was no match 2 their wits.2 females completely outmatched a male and on many occasions i was left speechless and also fuming.Probably "Revenge of the sis"!They also managed to convince me 2 take them to "Mangal Pandey" and/or lunch the next day .Frankly i feel girls have mastered that art{no offense intended plz}.Then we recalled our childhood days . I have a great bunch of cousins ,both paternal and maternal, and in summer it was only destination Kumbakonam{Thanjavur district,TN} for all of us from the maternal side.It is a huge,ancestral,century old building with wooden balconies and a green courtyard which houses many trees.We continued the discussion till about 9,gorged on granny's goodies and resumed our session which went on till abt 2 am!
The next morning granny treated us to a sumptuous breakfast.After a futile visit to the theatre i was in no mood to dine out and we returned back.We resumed our "bheegi bheegi yaadein" - Kumbakonam. We also had great neighbours there and they being of our age added to our joys.For boys it used to be 24*7 cricket while the girls used to sit indoors playing carroms or watching TV. Lunch/dinner was the meeting time and it used 2 b chaotic and commotion all around,with the boys teasing the girls and getting blows from the elders.We had a jumbo sized wooden swing and boys and girls used to fight for it daily and invariably someone had to intervene to solve the dispute!Each of us had a tale to tell and it was sheer ecstasy when we recalled those moments.We recalled our visit to Kodaikanal{1995} and a visit 2 the theatre to watch 'jeans' {1998}.We also talked about each others' school crushes,college life etc.It was evening by then and one of them suggested calling up a few cousins.We revived some of those memories when we called our cousins in Banagalore{2 sooper kewl guys},Thanjavur{3 robust naughty guys},Surat{2 sweety sisters} etc.We decided to meet atleast once evry year and this time most of them have confirmed their participation in december at Kumbaks.Granny left on Sunday night and one of my cousins also had 2 leave.The other cousin had some meeting in college the next morning and so i returned 2 my room on Monday at 11 am.
It was an amazing weekend for me with great memories which i will cherish throughout my life.They called me up and wished me all the best and i too followed suit.I am now lying in a pensive mood in my cot.Wordsworth{in Daffodils} came to my mind- "those memories change my solitude to bliss".My eyes are already moist now and i do not wish to wet my cheeks with tears{it has not happened for the past 5-6 years} so i will be putting a full stop now.I have only one crib-I should have taken my sweety sisters out to lunch.
KOI LAUTAA DE MERE BEETHE HUE DIN.....
I was meeting a couple of cousins-one after a few months and the other after a few years.They were F-20 and F-18 respectively.{Of course if it were M i would not have mentioned}.After spending some time with my granny one of them called me and thus started a long chat session.Initially i did the usual leg pulling but after a few minutes i was no match 2 their wits.2 females completely outmatched a male and on many occasions i was left speechless and also fuming.Probably "Revenge of the sis"!They also managed to convince me 2 take them to "Mangal Pandey" and/or lunch the next day .Frankly i feel girls have mastered that art{no offense intended plz}.Then we recalled our childhood days . I have a great bunch of cousins ,both paternal and maternal, and in summer it was only destination Kumbakonam{Thanjavur district,TN} for all of us from the maternal side.It is a huge,ancestral,century old building with wooden balconies and a green courtyard which houses many trees.We continued the discussion till about 9,gorged on granny's goodies and resumed our session which went on till abt 2 am!
The next morning granny treated us to a sumptuous breakfast.After a futile visit to the theatre i was in no mood to dine out and we returned back.We resumed our "bheegi bheegi yaadein" - Kumbakonam. We also had great neighbours there and they being of our age added to our joys.For boys it used to be 24*7 cricket while the girls used to sit indoors playing carroms or watching TV. Lunch/dinner was the meeting time and it used 2 b chaotic and commotion all around,with the boys teasing the girls and getting blows from the elders.We had a jumbo sized wooden swing and boys and girls used to fight for it daily and invariably someone had to intervene to solve the dispute!Each of us had a tale to tell and it was sheer ecstasy when we recalled those moments.We recalled our visit to Kodaikanal{1995} and a visit 2 the theatre to watch 'jeans' {1998}.We also talked about each others' school crushes,college life etc.It was evening by then and one of them suggested calling up a few cousins.We revived some of those memories when we called our cousins in Banagalore{2 sooper kewl guys},Thanjavur{3 robust naughty guys},Surat{2 sweety sisters} etc.We decided to meet atleast once evry year and this time most of them have confirmed their participation in december at Kumbaks.Granny left on Sunday night and one of my cousins also had 2 leave.The other cousin had some meeting in college the next morning and so i returned 2 my room on Monday at 11 am.
It was an amazing weekend for me with great memories which i will cherish throughout my life.They called me up and wished me all the best and i too followed suit.I am now lying in a pensive mood in my cot.Wordsworth{in Daffodils} came to my mind- "those memories change my solitude to bliss".My eyes are already moist now and i do not wish to wet my cheeks with tears{it has not happened for the past 5-6 years} so i will be putting a full stop now.I have only one crib-I should have taken my sweety sisters out to lunch.
KOI LAUTAA DE MERE BEETHE HUE DIN.....
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