i may be infrequent in blogging over next few days because of some anti social elements who are trying to check my knowledge in field of textiles for the eight time, in succession!!!
if i recall last four sems in which i have got just a single reappear,though i continue to rank last in the class, i have evolved a unique style of coming out of examination hall,i flipp away the pen(after last exam) and the question paper with the arrogance one feels after the end of exams.you know.ther is this, this euphoria just after the subject which had screwed you for past six months is now over. And I feel happy ,even though at the back of my mind i know that the answer i copied from the next guy may be wrong , i feel relieved.
my profile as a student was not at all like a good engineering student should possess. i was a typical "thrown out of class, unashamed, unfazed" guy . and in case i was asked a question, i would turn my emotions as if i have been just informed about my blood cancer and my life is just a matter of few days :(!!!
And I am not proud of all this.I should have studied but I just dint enjoy all that technical stuff, any insane would enjoy a structure of a dye whose chemical formula would last from left corner to right corner of te register page.
i was not a typical "girl chaser" and i shared more interests in wi fi than wife, but it was just a matter of two semesters, and by the time i realised the importance of a girl friend and great respect all the guys recieve in hostels because of their gfs, i was a bit too late, the exceptionally skewed gender ratio even shatterd my dreams!!!
12 May 2006
10 May 2006
MAX VELLA AWARD
It's been like ten days since I have studied any textile material and am beginning to forget how dye structures look. Instead I am surfing net, watching movies all day, smsing, chatting on phone…… Studying for me will now, like, be asking manmohan singh to do the VJing for some music channel
During all these days of vellapan I have classified vellas in three categories:
Export quality vellas: all my software friends come into this category. These are the guys who don’t have a project right in their hands….but; at least they have got some work to do…. N contributing something to the country’s GDP/GNP/FOREX by EXPORTING software …. So export quality
Perfunctory vellas: These vellas don’t have much work to do, just doing a perfunctory training or a computer course to oblige their parents, but, definitely in a city where their gfs are export quality velli!!!!!!!
Seconds ke velle: this type of vellas are the one who literally have no work to do, their survival is worth questioning….they are like the ones who should be sent to flood affected areas after labeling them Discount Sale …seconds ka maal…… or for free
No price for guessing my category!!!!!!!!!!!
To overcome this boredom various methods were tried out this time,
CROSSROADS: went to crossword couple of times. It's a nice bright bookstore with a lot of books. Middle aged women in khadi kurtas sit around on low stools and pore over books discussing ways to rekindle the fire in married lives. Little kids noisily run around book racks and their mothers threaten to burn their toys if they don't shut up. Young girls are around the fiction racks, so am I, sometimes, with my self acclaimed x ray eyes!!!! I think most people found in a bookstore are fat. Maybe it's because they spend a lot of time sitting and reading books on weight reduction. I didn’t pick up any.
FOOD COURT: to eat something .PIECE OF ADVICE. Never trust anyone, especially those neatly dressed and English isspeaking waiters who will abet you to have most costly item and unsavory too. So, just do not. And you can't do a thing because they have already bought the crabshit. It is a hard world. And then you realise you it is harder. After every food court visit irealise that road side pav bhaji was a much better option. I wanted to empty the ketchup sachet in their nose. But a cute guy can't just fill someone's nostrils with ketchup and not be beaten thereafter. I controlled my anger, many times…..or every time.
APPAREL stores: got out and went to a lot of stores and kept checking out the price tags of all the stuff there. Then I used to make a peculiar whooshing sound with his breath every time I did that, it translated into 'why don’t I have a rich dad who is into smuggling?’. I did not have to buy anything. So I tried on all the caps and went around looking for something which had the price of a matchbox. People don't have the right marketing guys. It is a blunder to have that dark guy at the billing counter. I felt a strange creepy chill the way he smiled at me.
BLOGS: one great thing which I have done all these days is blogging and realized there’s nothing like blogging to flog your boredom and read and write how stupid acts can be converted into one of the most wonderful and readable and laudable thing. I have never interacted with all the blog writers and know them as much as Saddam Hussein knows my house keeper. I visit blog regularly, but I suffer from the "khao piyo khisko" syndrome. I read blogs, and enjoy reading them and then think "Yaar comment likhne se kaunsa India ko FIFA cup mein chance mil jayega".
Its undeniably sardonic for a guy who would be in the most talked about sector of Indian economy and go on to be CEO or president or Managing Directors of company as big as big whales is so free that he has all this time to write this stuff…but this can be termed as the silence before storm.
In a day or two I will be back to college and studying hard to pass through all six gas chambers in which I will be pushed every second day. I firmly believe that since gas chambers are very costly and rare commodities these days, the universities have evolved these semester exams, but should not the students of last semester be bye passed from this harsh punishment.
During all these days of vellapan I have classified vellas in three categories:
Export quality vellas: all my software friends come into this category. These are the guys who don’t have a project right in their hands….but; at least they have got some work to do…. N contributing something to the country’s GDP/GNP/FOREX by EXPORTING software …. So export quality
Perfunctory vellas: These vellas don’t have much work to do, just doing a perfunctory training or a computer course to oblige their parents, but, definitely in a city where their gfs are export quality velli!!!!!!!
Seconds ke velle: this type of vellas are the one who literally have no work to do, their survival is worth questioning….they are like the ones who should be sent to flood affected areas after labeling them Discount Sale …seconds ka maal…… or for free
No price for guessing my category!!!!!!!!!!!
To overcome this boredom various methods were tried out this time,
CROSSROADS: went to crossword couple of times. It's a nice bright bookstore with a lot of books. Middle aged women in khadi kurtas sit around on low stools and pore over books discussing ways to rekindle the fire in married lives. Little kids noisily run around book racks and their mothers threaten to burn their toys if they don't shut up. Young girls are around the fiction racks, so am I, sometimes, with my self acclaimed x ray eyes!!!! I think most people found in a bookstore are fat. Maybe it's because they spend a lot of time sitting and reading books on weight reduction. I didn’t pick up any.
FOOD COURT: to eat something .PIECE OF ADVICE. Never trust anyone, especially those neatly dressed and English isspeaking waiters who will abet you to have most costly item and unsavory too. So, just do not. And you can't do a thing because they have already bought the crabshit. It is a hard world. And then you realise you it is harder. After every food court visit irealise that road side pav bhaji was a much better option. I wanted to empty the ketchup sachet in their nose. But a cute guy can't just fill someone's nostrils with ketchup and not be beaten thereafter. I controlled my anger, many times…..or every time.
APPAREL stores: got out and went to a lot of stores and kept checking out the price tags of all the stuff there. Then I used to make a peculiar whooshing sound with his breath every time I did that, it translated into 'why don’t I have a rich dad who is into smuggling?’. I did not have to buy anything. So I tried on all the caps and went around looking for something which had the price of a matchbox. People don't have the right marketing guys. It is a blunder to have that dark guy at the billing counter. I felt a strange creepy chill the way he smiled at me.
BLOGS: one great thing which I have done all these days is blogging and realized there’s nothing like blogging to flog your boredom and read and write how stupid acts can be converted into one of the most wonderful and readable and laudable thing. I have never interacted with all the blog writers and know them as much as Saddam Hussein knows my house keeper. I visit blog regularly, but I suffer from the "khao piyo khisko" syndrome. I read blogs, and enjoy reading them and then think "Yaar comment likhne se kaunsa India ko FIFA cup mein chance mil jayega".
Its undeniably sardonic for a guy who would be in the most talked about sector of Indian economy and go on to be CEO or president or Managing Directors of company as big as big whales is so free that he has all this time to write this stuff…but this can be termed as the silence before storm.
In a day or two I will be back to college and studying hard to pass through all six gas chambers in which I will be pushed every second day. I firmly believe that since gas chambers are very costly and rare commodities these days, the universities have evolved these semester exams, but should not the students of last semester be bye passed from this harsh punishment.
6 May 2006
NO-ID(E)A, where power is!!!!!!!!
In a not so fundo type but definitely a significant night out at NOIDA with my best friend (this mention necessary, he asked me to mention him in next blog, so here it’s for you bro.). Well, to add on, I would also like to describe this great friend of mine. He is typical girl-impresser, not desperate, and also not actually (or he pretends so) dying to impress girls type, of guy. I always feel that if he goes to somebody's condolence meeting and meets the deceased's daughter there, he would tell her she is looking pretty in the white saree and ask for her telephone number and ask her out to a coffee!!!!!............but this post is not at all about this friend of mine.
At around 2330 hrs, we were chatting (it was not much of chat as I was the one who was speaking the most part, and like a very good friend, although he was nodding, a yes was always there) outside a McDonald’s, where the glitzy lights were still turned on, regarding the steps taken by Delhi government to cope with the grim power situation in the city viz. shops to be closed by 1930 hrs, air conditioners of offices to be switched off by evening, general public asked to use AC and some other measures. After having a lot of discussions on what actually are the problem, which, so far has not even been discovered by the panels of expert, and also his mood, I preferred to say good bye to this topic….. apne baap ka kya jaata hai and then my favorite “mera kuchh nahi ho sakta is kachre ke dibbe mein” and went to Nescafe to chill out and finally to room.
Par kismant to kuchh aur hi manzoor tha, it didn’t want me to end the debate…..oops chat, then and there but to get an example of what exactly is conditions of not our villages but also of suburbs like NOIDA. At around 0200 hrs when we finally decided to say ciao to the day, bijlee devi ne bye bye kar diya!!!!
Inverter supported our lives(like ventilators supported pramod mahajan’s) for two hours, inverter also bid an adieu to us, and at 4 in the morning we were left orphaned, uss time ma ki bahut aayi, mumma and I thought that pramod mahajan even died in an AC room aur hum……
And fir jasie kaise 6 baje aur bijlee devi prakat hui aur hum sukh ki neend soye….
But at 7 in the morning………no, no more bijlee devi problem but some other devi had problem, jinke bare mein baad mein kabhi….. and after such a great evening I had to star my weekend by getting up 7 in the morning …………………………………..
In a not so fundo type but definitely a significant night out at NOIDA with my best friend (this mention necessary, he asked me to mention him in next blog, so here it’s for you bro.). Well, to add on, I would also like to describe this great friend of mine. He is typical girl-impresser, not desperate, and also not actually (or he pretends so) dying to impress girls type, of guy. I always feel that if he goes to somebody's condolence meeting and meets the deceased's daughter there, he would tell her she is looking pretty in the white saree and ask for her telephone number and ask her out to a coffee!!!!!............but this post is not at all about this friend of mine.
At around 2330 hrs, we were chatting (it was not much of chat as I was the one who was speaking the most part, and like a very good friend, although he was nodding, a yes was always there) outside a McDonald’s, where the glitzy lights were still turned on, regarding the steps taken by Delhi government to cope with the grim power situation in the city viz. shops to be closed by 1930 hrs, air conditioners of offices to be switched off by evening, general public asked to use AC and some other measures. After having a lot of discussions on what actually are the problem, which, so far has not even been discovered by the panels of expert, and also his mood, I preferred to say good bye to this topic….. apne baap ka kya jaata hai and then my favorite “mera kuchh nahi ho sakta is kachre ke dibbe mein” and went to Nescafe to chill out and finally to room.
Par kismant to kuchh aur hi manzoor tha, it didn’t want me to end the debate…..oops chat, then and there but to get an example of what exactly is conditions of not our villages but also of suburbs like NOIDA. At around 0200 hrs when we finally decided to say ciao to the day, bijlee devi ne bye bye kar diya!!!!
Inverter supported our lives(like ventilators supported pramod mahajan’s) for two hours, inverter also bid an adieu to us, and at 4 in the morning we were left orphaned, uss time ma ki bahut aayi, mumma and I thought that pramod mahajan even died in an AC room aur hum……
And fir jasie kaise 6 baje aur bijlee devi prakat hui aur hum sukh ki neend soye….
But at 7 in the morning………no, no more bijlee devi problem but some other devi had problem, jinke bare mein baad mein kabhi….. and after such a great evening I had to star my weekend by getting up 7 in the morning …………………………………..
A REQUEST TO ALL SENSIBLE INDIANS: PLEASE TURN YOUR ELECTRICAL EQUIPMENTS OFF WHEN NOT IN USE. HAMAARE DESH KI HAALAT AISI NAHI KI HUM KUCHH BHI ASTE KAR SAKEIN.
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