Charu
The most eligible senior girl around in campus. Never goes unnoticed thanks to her very colorful clothing. She has been the soul eye pleasing sight for a long long time.(3 years). And now, She is leaving..Leaving the campus...Not that I could go and hit on her, but I am sure people will miss her. From the last few semesters, she is no longer going single, but yet the sheer sight of a female, that can be counted as one has always undeniably given every one some pleasure.
Rajul
Not only beautiful, but also gifted faintly, with a hint of brains, and a good sense towards clothing and talking, this T.A has made us go bonkers in many a course. Sharp at 2, everyone would b present, and there she would be, in front of the whole class, assuming that the class loved to listen to her words, which in fact was a bit true, apart from the fact that, they loved to gape at her.And now, she too is leaving....BuBbye...
Scooby
My first love in the world other than humans. We brought it to our home when it was barely 15 days old and could not even walk properly. One could hide him in his hands at that time. To people who are still wondering who Scooby is, it was my pet pom. And when it came home for the first time, it could not even bark and it had a tail that was still not curling. As for it's walking skills, it could not even walk properly as the poor thing kept slipping on the marble floor we had. Every morning around 5, it would yelp at the top of it's voice, to broadcast it's hunger so that we could give it a pint of milk and take it for a walk after which it would get back to it's favourite sleeping job for the whole day. As it grew up, I must say that it did not spare a single member of my family. It bit everyone, including the neighbours, who jumped across the wall, to greet mom and Dad.But it spared me. It loved me with no limits. When it grew up to look like a cute'walkable pup, with a movable tail, it used to jump onto me when I was sleeping and wake me up so that I could take it for a walk. And then, there was also this day, when it came staggering behind me till my school and I did not even know about it.
When it was about 4 months old, it started strolling around our garden killing ants and squishing small insects.That was the time when a smart feline took the opportunity of it's lifetime. Getting to bite a dog, is perhaps the lifetime achievement of every cat and this one certainly was happy. Our brave Scooby had seen that cat jump into our house and tried to chase it, when it turned back and bit him on his leg, and then!!Scooby huddled back between my feet for shelter and was really sad that it could not keep away the cat. There was also a time when it somehow climbed up stairs to the roof, which were as high as itself and finally came to the roof and barked on me for 15 mins, after which I thought this dog ahd gone crazy and took it down when I heard the fone ringing. Now tell me dogs rnt clever...Also, it always pooped near the house, whose inhabitants I despised. I had this awful bronchitis for about 3 months and my parents thought Scooby was the reason and so, one fine day, they took it away and gave it back to the vet. God Bless u dear Dog..
I love u..
Friday, May 06, 2005
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Dis-Temper
Privacy and Possession...
I need my space..Although, I do not have any space in the hostel campus still even in my friend's room, I feel I need my own space. Anyway, Rahul wanted to get tatkaal and so after playing football in the night, we had to rush to the station in the early mornin at 4:15. And just before that, in the shower, my foot got caught in my slipper and in between the door and I experienced the force of gravity. I dont look at the roof of the bathroom so often and so, when I fell on my arse, as I looked up, just for a moment, I thought, I reached a new world--Moksha, Mukti...I thought I had become the divine...And I was disturbed my Movva, who was shouting in pain, as he was killed(headshot from Deagle). Coming back to the I-dont-know-wat's-next-world, we hurried to the reservation counter. As we were going towards the counter, even without my glasses, I could distinctively make out 3 white mats laid on the ground with bodies beneath them. A split second later, my razor sharp brain realized that dead people do not buy their own tatkaal tickets to their grave and so, this must be something new. So, I asked Bob, who told me that it was people sleeping..There were still 3 hours remaining and we had nothing to do..We were apparently the 7th in the line there.Each minute was trying hard to wriggle across and an hour seemed like eternity..Anyway, finally wen the door was opened at 7:30 all the homo sapiens waiting patiently outside rushed in like I would, if I saw naked chicks inside..We went in a bit calmly, always being assured of the "fact" that we were the 7th and will retain that position.There were twoo beelines, I slipped into the 4th position of the 2nd line and Rahul was thrown out of the first line. Next, the guy behind the counter asks us to sit in the nearby chairs, in the same sequence as we were standing. If you remember the most famous game played at boring parties, That chair..something game.....hmm..yes...The musical chairs, here the music was the counter guy's voice and I was the one left out. Stubborn that I am, I just stood in between two chairs just to show him that this was my place.
It took a whole minute for that """Gentleman""" to come out of his angry stare time and then he asked me how I could just fit in whereever I could. He also advised us to go behind him in the Q.
to be continued....
My already heated up head had seen enough. Although Rahul was trying his best to block me, I was jumping at him with all my censored verbal power and he being poor at bad words perhaps, could not hit back and so waved his fist at me. Realizing that this guy would not understand the middle finger, I showed him back the fist too..And soon, he accepted defeat coz I had the higher decibal level. So, there was still 1/2 an hour left. At 7:45, the counter guy sat back in his chair and the tea guy madea deal with 5th-blue-Jihadi type 1st line man.700 Rs extra for a ticket ..PAkka ho jayega ..aap paise to de do..That's wen I went out to cool my temper and found stickers outside. Stickers that are stuck on the EMS speed post.There were about 20 of'em and I stuck them at even the most remotely possible places one can expect--like Bob's ass, inside a post box, on the window of the P.O, on the train timings board covering the part that showed the time of arrival....When there were 2-3 mins left, theere was this gentleman who was apparently the first to come (one of the sleepin white mat guys), and he was in the 1st line when people threw him out and he came towards the guy in ahead of me and asked himn to give a little space, pushed two people the way lil'Krishna does to trees and rooted himself into the 3rd position. As we are already the infamous pessimisatic duo, and we were already 3 people down the line, we thought we were already not getting tickets..So, no point in throwing one more person out of the way ..And so we waited and we waited till he said:: "Secunderabad, paanch sau sattar+1 rupai do"(I forgot what 571 is called in hindi)
I need my space..Although, I do not have any space in the hostel campus still even in my friend's room, I feel I need my own space. Anyway, Rahul wanted to get tatkaal and so after playing football in the night, we had to rush to the station in the early mornin at 4:15. And just before that, in the shower, my foot got caught in my slipper and in between the door and I experienced the force of gravity. I dont look at the roof of the bathroom so often and so, when I fell on my arse, as I looked up, just for a moment, I thought, I reached a new world--Moksha, Mukti...I thought I had become the divine...And I was disturbed my Movva, who was shouting in pain, as he was killed(headshot from Deagle). Coming back to the I-dont-know-wat's-next-world, we hurried to the reservation counter. As we were going towards the counter, even without my glasses, I could distinctively make out 3 white mats laid on the ground with bodies beneath them. A split second later, my razor sharp brain realized that dead people do not buy their own tatkaal tickets to their grave and so, this must be something new. So, I asked Bob, who told me that it was people sleeping..There were still 3 hours remaining and we had nothing to do..We were apparently the 7th in the line there.Each minute was trying hard to wriggle across and an hour seemed like eternity..Anyway, finally wen the door was opened at 7:30 all the homo sapiens waiting patiently outside rushed in like I would, if I saw naked chicks inside..We went in a bit calmly, always being assured of the "fact" that we were the 7th and will retain that position.There were twoo beelines, I slipped into the 4th position of the 2nd line and Rahul was thrown out of the first line. Next, the guy behind the counter asks us to sit in the nearby chairs, in the same sequence as we were standing. If you remember the most famous game played at boring parties, That chair..something game.....hmm..yes...The musical chairs, here the music was the counter guy's voice and I was the one left out. Stubborn that I am, I just stood in between two chairs just to show him that this was my place.
It took a whole minute for that """Gentleman""" to come out of his angry stare time and then he asked me how I could just fit in whereever I could. He also advised us to go behind him in the Q.
to be continued....
My already heated up head had seen enough. Although Rahul was trying his best to block me, I was jumping at him with all my censored verbal power and he being poor at bad words perhaps, could not hit back and so waved his fist at me. Realizing that this guy would not understand the middle finger, I showed him back the fist too..And soon, he accepted defeat coz I had the higher decibal level. So, there was still 1/2 an hour left. At 7:45, the counter guy sat back in his chair and the tea guy madea deal with 5th-blue-Jihadi type 1st line man.700 Rs extra for a ticket ..PAkka ho jayega ..aap paise to de do..That's wen I went out to cool my temper and found stickers outside. Stickers that are stuck on the EMS speed post.There were about 20 of'em and I stuck them at even the most remotely possible places one can expect--like Bob's ass, inside a post box, on the window of the P.O, on the train timings board covering the part that showed the time of arrival....When there were 2-3 mins left, theere was this gentleman who was apparently the first to come (one of the sleepin white mat guys), and he was in the 1st line when people threw him out and he came towards the guy in ahead of me and asked himn to give a little space, pushed two people the way lil'Krishna does to trees and rooted himself into the 3rd position. As we are already the infamous pessimisatic duo, and we were already 3 people down the line, we thought we were already not getting tickets..So, no point in throwing one more person out of the way ..And so we waited and we waited till he said:: "Secunderabad, paanch sau sattar+1 rupai do"(I forgot what 571 is called in hindi)
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Day 1: In the mortuary
If death is bad, the grave is worse.
The last paper is finally in the trash and yes, I am free bird till the re-exams.BUt what does a free bird do? just keep flying till it can poop over someone's head?
2 days ago, It needed to b spent and there was never time..Now that there's a lot of time, I dont know how to spend it. Most people who expected to sit with me again for the reexams breezed past comforatbly leaving me in misery. Anil Roy says the last date for the Research internship registration is over. I hit a dog and it tired to bite. There is water all over my floor. I cant wear more than my boxer shorts in this heat. I do not have a guide for my RI. There is no paste and I need to brush. I want to grow a six-pack automatically. I cant find a nail cutter. There's never more money in the wallet than you imagine it to be. There's always less money in the wallet than you imagine it to be. Playing football is not easy and dribbling well and getting across defenders is tougher. But,Breaking your glasses and getting a trickle of blood to flow from the face, just a moment before you think it's got to be your goal is the toughest. Here I was, the-not-a-bad-player, dribbling across 1 guy, Hey!!he's following me, gotta put in some more pace, Yes!! crossed him..Oopsey, one more's in the face, a quick pass and I am still rushin towards the goal at full pace with the ball near my partner's feet who's going to roll it down to the Champ in seconds. The ball finally starts rolling towards me....I believe in wait and kick than hurry and mess up and so, I was waitin ...must b bout 1/2 a second before, I suddenly lost track of the ball from the ground and 0.000123 micro seconds later, A spherical gray scaled object was hurled like a cannon ball towards me with the cannon placed just a metre from my feet. The thing's size was increasing uncontollably and I thought of the many reasons why I did not forget my spectacles back in the room. 0.0000001 seconds later, A small thud later, one nose piece, two glass lenses along with their respective legs could all be found flying in the air opposing everything that newton could think of. And now, here I am inside the monitor, trying to identify what I am typing. Half blinded by the loss of glasses, and the other half sight being lost by the intensity of the shot, I have decided to call it a DAY.
P.S- please ignore the spelling mistakes of a poor, half-blinded, failing, sweating Engineer
The last paper is finally in the trash and yes, I am free bird till the re-exams.BUt what does a free bird do? just keep flying till it can poop over someone's head?
2 days ago, It needed to b spent and there was never time..Now that there's a lot of time, I dont know how to spend it. Most people who expected to sit with me again for the reexams breezed past comforatbly leaving me in misery. Anil Roy says the last date for the Research internship registration is over. I hit a dog and it tired to bite. There is water all over my floor. I cant wear more than my boxer shorts in this heat. I do not have a guide for my RI. There is no paste and I need to brush. I want to grow a six-pack automatically. I cant find a nail cutter. There's never more money in the wallet than you imagine it to be. There's always less money in the wallet than you imagine it to be. Playing football is not easy and dribbling well and getting across defenders is tougher. But,Breaking your glasses and getting a trickle of blood to flow from the face, just a moment before you think it's got to be your goal is the toughest. Here I was, the-not-a-bad-player, dribbling across 1 guy, Hey!!he's following me, gotta put in some more pace, Yes!! crossed him..Oopsey, one more's in the face, a quick pass and I am still rushin towards the goal at full pace with the ball near my partner's feet who's going to roll it down to the Champ in seconds. The ball finally starts rolling towards me....I believe in wait and kick than hurry and mess up and so, I was waitin ...must b bout 1/2 a second before, I suddenly lost track of the ball from the ground and 0.000123 micro seconds later, A spherical gray scaled object was hurled like a cannon ball towards me with the cannon placed just a metre from my feet. The thing's size was increasing uncontollably and I thought of the many reasons why I did not forget my spectacles back in the room. 0.0000001 seconds later, A small thud later, one nose piece, two glass lenses along with their respective legs could all be found flying in the air opposing everything that newton could think of. And now, here I am inside the monitor, trying to identify what I am typing. Half blinded by the loss of glasses, and the other half sight being lost by the intensity of the shot, I have decided to call it a DAY.
P.S- please ignore the spelling mistakes of a poor, half-blinded, failing, sweating Engineer
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