In yer face...

A truncated me.

M1 Chronicles

Act 2
Saved by the bell..?

Scene 1

Black dot. Black dot. Brown dot. Pale brown inside black dot. The world looks minuscule.
Sigh...
The only respite: Panoramic view of the 40-odd heads below me.
The only amusement: Bald patch on the fourth head in the first bench.
The only high factor: None except that I sit on the bulky drawing desk, overlooking the puny desks. (Bonus for coming in late.)
An obese drone nose dives in through the open window. Collides with the nearest ear. A confused congregation of fingers grapple to relinquish the intruder. The commotion created was muffled by the endless siren for lunch.
Sigh...

M1 Chronicles

Act 1 :
Thermo-die-namics

Scene 1

"This aaaa... shows aaaa... the entropy aaaa" *zzzz...*
"So aaaaa we can prove aaaa the temperature change aaaa" *ZZZZ...*
"We see that aaaa...." *gasp for air, snort, zzzz...*
Head bent, tongue nearly rolled out, first benchers "listening" to the lecture.

Scene 2:

Back bencher: Notebook open, scribbling furiously. Looks at the prof in rapt attention.
Question posed: Taking down notes..?!
Retort: Somebody needs to keep tab of the number of "aaaa's" the prof punctuates his sentences with.

Further Acts will be put up shortly.

"Dude, where's my class?"

The dexterity with which second year mechies 'mass bunk' is commendable.
Time: Friday, last hour
Reason: Friday, last hour
Seen: Senior faculty member chasing a frazzled bunch of duds, who, after abiding by strict instructions to steer clear of the main building, decided to have a bonding session in the SS.
Simultaneously occuring event: Class committee meeting, complete with the CR, clueless 'bout the entire escapade + HOD + n-hazaar other profs.
Result: Senior (irked) faculty member reports 'issue' to the HOD. Demands explanation from tongue-tied CR + written apology stating reason for absence.
Dire consequences: If the aforementioned were not fulfilled, entire class flunks course.
Fact: It's relative grading... Flunking everyone don't matter!!
Confusion: Right..?

Mad season..

"I feel stupid...
But I know it won't last for long."

Yes, dude. I agree with you completely.

Wrench yourself away from civilization...
If you can do that, you're "God level" *har har*

Disconnected...

You feel stifled these days. No, actually, you can't quite say 'these days'. It's probably just a pent up emotion surfacing. Like the thunder after the lightening.
You want to break collaboration. But it seems impossible.
You're frustrated. You attribute it to teenage angst.
Your strength lies in knowing your weakness.
You weakness lies in knowing your strength.
The only reason you feel weak is because you know that you're weak. And that curtails you from achieving more.
A knock on the door tears these flowing fragments away. A friend stands, bringing laughter with her. You stand outside. Laughing. Laughing the pain away.
Your cynicism is converted to mirth.
It's ironic how the deepest of negative sentiments manifests itself as a positive sentiment under dire circumstances.
You contemplate.
What next?
You have no plans.
You take the path that you tread...
You live the life that you lead...

The monster within...

It's funny how one rotten feeling can multiply and invade into all other aspects of reason and thought. It consumes you. Your thoughts.

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Rotten thoughts. Thoughts you wished you had buried. Thoughts that had died.

But somehow they force themselves into the mainstream of mental activities. And bar progress.

Until now you'd believed that having these thoughts would enable you in comprehending the versatility of the human mind. Your mind. But they seem to do little but hamper development. Plague growth.

These thoughts have a nasty grip over you. They play themselves over and over again in a sickening flurry of events. Random scenes from memory are extricated and put forth, demanding their dissection. It's surreal. Your mind is like a sink filled with regurgitated remains of a meal.

*****************************************

You never cease to appal yourself.
You cease to comprehend yourself.

Nothing.

I've just been so caught up with myself these past couple of weeks. I haven't had time to do nothing. Today, I took some time off to do just that. NOTHING.

Contradictions...

Starting mood: Dazed

Out of place
In the right place
Is it right?
Is it wrong?
I cannot tell...
And neither can you.
You believe you have the answer.
You believe...
You delude yourself into believing.
That's the answer, my friend
That's the answer.
Or is it..?

Ending mood: Wistful.

...

The range of emotions that are surging through me right now are mighty inexplicable.
I need time to gather my thoughts...
And I have a foreboding that eternity wouldn't suffice...

Memories...

A sliver of light ruptures the night sky.
Raindrops fall effortlessly.
I stand, absorbing the ambience.
Drenched in memories...

A lifetime seems to have passed.
Many milestones successfully reached.
I dwell, in these thoughts.
Bleed in memories...

A clap of thunder pierces through.
Urging me to surface. But
I sink, into the depths.
Drowned in memories...

Un-Detached...

Thoughts hitherto buried,
Grappled with and deemed destroyed;
Surrepticiously surface,
Clogging development;
Commanding their analysis and dissection.
Leaving me un-detached...

PHILTHY MATH

A lot can happen in an hour...

The most significant lessons are learnt through seemingly insignificant incidents. I learned a lot from a math problem:

X and D belong to the same set. However their properties are different. When together they have never tallied in any equation. i.e. They satisfy the condition
X + D != c
(where != stands for not equal to and c is an unknown constant).
But one day X and D decide to balance the equation. X decides to bring an operator called CONFIDES IN into the equation.
So the relation now is X CONFIDES IN D = ?
1) Determine the R.H.S.
2) Determine why X chose the operator CONFIDES IN over other prominent ones such as LOOSE TALKS WITH, BICKERS WITH and the usual VERBAL VOLLEYS WITH.

I figured that this the only mathematical problem with a PHILOSOPHICAL answer.

ANS 1)
Since X and D had never really known each other too well inspite of them being in the same superset (Albeit numerous opportunities were put forth by life) they cowered from getting to know each other. Result: They probably never will. But if they do, I predict that the R.H.S would definitely be A FRIENDSHIP TO TREASURE.

ANS 2)
Part 1: X has finally grown up.
PART 2: X would've used CONFIDES IN operator whether or not the term alongside it was D. Hence D was merely a victim of circumstance. The operator CONFIDES IN would've been used by X even if the variables in the equation were A, B or C!
Not everything that happens to you is pre-ordained. There is no 'destiny'. It's just 'chance'. X needed to be balanced and did so by using CONFIDES IN operator on D.
D on the other hand feels that if being there for X helped in balancing the equation, then all's well...

A lot can happen in an hour...

A PHILTHY MATH problem left unattended to for a year can be solved.

The beginning of the end...

I came equipped with the profound satisfaction that second year would sure have its advantages. Not only would I have juniors doting over me, I'd also also know the exact location of the local lizards.
But the doting remains an unfulfilled fantasy and the lizards continue to creep into the worst imaginable crannies of the shelves.
*pout, hands crossed*
Then I land in a classroom with zilch ceiling fans. (Welcome to M1: Can you smell the sweat?)
And saw the same faces. Asked the same question: "How were the hols?"
Ate the same mess food (What happened to promises of "new menu" next sem?)
And waited for an hour to get hold of a working computer in the hostel net centre to write this.
And learnt the same lesson: Some things never change...

You.

You flounder
but flop.
You delve deeper
but give up.

You rise
and attain.
You pause
and gain.

You question
in vain.
You suck
yet again.

BAH!!!

OBITUARY

Deep Thoughts...?

In the fond memory of Deep thoughts...?
6.6.2005 - 14.7.2005

Cut the crap.

I started blogging for just this one reason: It was a place I could go, shout REAL LOUD and still NOT be heard. But now even my mumbling has been amplified. The only people I want commenting on my blog are the ones I've invited (or those others whose blogs I've visited and written comments).
I'm flattered that certain others have gone through the pains of making fake IDs. But if the interest was genuine, you'd have allowed access to your profile and blog.
Certain others suffer from a serious lack of vocabulary. They punctuate every sentence with 'shite' language.
This is a private blog (sounds rather oxymoronic but), respect the sanctity that it harbours.

You know you're at your worst when...

You're sandwiched between a dozen impatient scooterists, a bunch of I've-got-a-girl-sittin'-behind-me-it's-my-duty-to-show-off bikers, an infinite queue of cars, umpteen autorickshaws criss-crossing your path, a bullock cart, two gigantic BMTC buses and scores of nimble footed pedestrians, you know you've landed in the wrong place. At the wrong time. A busy main road during RUSH HOUR.
Yours truly has been stuck here for what she perceives to be eternity. (Quite ironic that they call it rush hour when all you're doing is staring at the butt of the car ahead of you, coaxing it to budge at least a couple of inches.)
I wait.
*PAAAM PAAAAAAAAM*
Curse a bit, rant to no-one in particular about road etiquette. (Mom's in the backseat, lapping up the Kishore da special on Radio City, currently in tune-out-demented-daughter-mode, driver cum instructor sits beside me with his famous I'm-bored-of-you-but-will-shut-up-else-I'll-be-jobless mode.)
The hitherto azure sky switches into darkness-is-rockin'-dude! mode.
I switch to the first gear. And pull a hair's breadth ahead. Satisfied with this giant leap, I switch back to neutral and resolve to amuse myself with the sights and sounds that surround me.
An old hag pops her head out the bus window and takes aim. I admit, I did admire the precision. The remnants of her well-chewed paan land an inch beside a disgruntled scooterist. Minor quarrel ensues. Interested pedestians stand witness. A few cars ahead, a canine companion licks the polluted air. *WOOF*
Is satisfied, ducks back in.
A Hero-Honda balances a haggard husband, his sari clad wife, clucking at the bundled baby on her lap and a toddler, busy excavating the treasures in the nasal cavity, satisfactorily squished between the aformentioned parties.
*PAA PAAAOOOMMMP PEEM PEEEEEM PEEEEEEEEM*
Dude, I get the message. I'm moving.
"Ay... Hogamma munde..."
I swallow back a scathing retort to that obese auto driver.
Now, I know this is not the right place for me to prove to the world that I'm an amateur driver. Is it MY fault if I can't release the clutch ssssssslowly? Fives tries and a good deal of insults later I succeed.
*VRRROOOO...OOOM*
I lunge ahead, narrowly missing a cyclist.
Driver cum intructor not pleased. Insructs on how to drive in a responsible manner.
I'm in pissed-off mode.
Night driving not one of my many passions...
Glaring head lights of the opposite vehicles in the midst of blaring cacophony not working to my advantage. I him ask if it's okay for me to turn the head lights to "Long beam."
Driver snorts. Says " Adu, 'High' beam, ma." *snigger snigger*
You know you've hit rock bottom when your driver sneers at your English. Yes, it happened.

Especially for you...

This fragment has been woven exclusively for the entire caboodle out there who comment on my blog. I Deecided that the overflowing comments attached to the previous posts had to be Deeftly Deecanted into another post without breaking the continuity. *err... most had naught to do with the post, but what the hey, a comment is a comment. Every comment is unique. err...*
'The eternal question' is currently running at 19, miles ahead of 'Detached' which is at 11, but is 9 laps behind 'Life is Beautiful' which is at 28! (Schumy, whoever you are, do I see a hint of your influence on that last statement?!)
Tu and Pri (aka the NITKnumbskulls), I admire your psycho-babble inDeed. Always a pleasure havin' you here.
All Nit-Wits cordially invited. Pun away!!!
KK, contrary to what you believe, you're always welcome. It's time we made amends.
M.M : The Maundering Marauder (or as I'd like to say: Mystery Man/Maid), would like to hear more from you.
Always enjoy a Safari (al).
Weary travellers, do stop by for a Deelightful experience *errr...*
Go ahead guys: blab, preach and converse in the comments attached to this post...

The eternal question...

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Life is beautiful...

A buffalo ambles past. A bunch of nomadic women in bright rajasthani attire plod along with dried branches balanced on their heads. Dusk licks the horizon. A few stray dogs frolic about in the dust. Some wayward roadside uncles facing the other way answer nature's call. *wince*
I see a train chugging away into the distance. Wispy golden clouds streak the skies.
Is that a couple making out?! *inquisitive look*
A gust of wind hurls loose particles of sand onto my face. *Damn. There goes the view.*
Night descends. City lights shimmer in the distance. Life is beautiful.
I find myself going round in circles. Clockwise. Anticlockwise. Life is beautiful.
Clockwise. Anticlockwise. Ah! The pleasures of life.
Clockwise. Clockwise. Clockwise. Life is beauti--AAAAHHHH......
SCREEEEEEEEECCHHHH.....
*Heart skips 3 beats. Then jumps into roller-coaster mode*
Is that a person I see? Up front? *20 feet ahead*
Swich to reverse. Pull back. Avoid. Period.
Ladies and gentlemen, glad to announce: "DAY 1 of driving class: no casualties."

Detached...

Is there a reason for my Insanity? I've gone numb in the head. Detached...
From the people around me...
From myself...
I feel drained...
Quite ironically I'm better known as 'deep sea'. Sometimes I wonder if that ounce of Sanity that I possessed got swept onto the shore during a raging deluge of emotions and thoughts...
And after that fierce storm, even high tide failed to whisk Sanity back into the 'deep sea'.
The waters churn incessantly...
Fruitlessly...
With a wave of panic I realise that the water's draining away...
The oxygen's sucked out of me...
Leaving me feeling lighter...
Comprising of hydrogen.
I am now an element, detached from it's molecule...

Footnote

If you need help deciphering that previous post, allow me to clarify.
Well, have you ever really felt alienated from your surroundings..? Don't get me wrong, I don't mean gettin' entirely clammed up or anything. It's just that even though we seem really outgoing and overflowing with energy, there's this torrent of thoughts that gushes wildly... incessantly... within us, waiting to cross that invisible fortress that contains it.
Some might call it Insanity. Some others Confusion. But I'd like to consider it the Essence of Life.

Being a student of Biology, I'll just take a minute to reiterate the origin of life. Life originated from the aggregation of small molecules such as hydrogen, ammonia, methane and water vapour to form "coacervates". Thence followed the formation of nucleic acids and proteins which constitute enzymes. The cells were (are!) formed by enzymes...

To sum it up, Life was possible because of these molecules. ONLY because of these molecules.

But the splitting of the molecule into its constituent elements, curbs further reaction.
Prevents evolution. Terminates Life. Kills Creation.

The molecule splits due to external factors. The surroundings.
Hence the constant urge to draw back from the world around us. To be Detached in order to sustain Life. Individuality. Creativity.

Remember?

Dear Ali,

It's been three years since we last met...
Three years since we last spoke...
Three years...
It's scary how the odometer ticks on.
I'm sorry, but you must pardon my mawkishness. Gosh, I'm flooded with flashes of the times we shared.
You and Urmila in one of the Barat Building classrooms after school. Grade 3. You were there
for Mrs. Utappa's Kannada tuitions. I was there for Judo. I remember trying to help you
(even though my knowledge of the language was hopelessly absurd, street talk influenced).
After a while I gave up, more due to my lack of adequate intellectual resources than your
constant question mark look!
Ali, that look: so darn characteristic of you! Eyebrows curved upwards, slight smile twitching at the corner of your lips ;-)
Then in 4th we were put into Houses. Both of us landed in Andersson. You, our ace athelete.
On Sports Day all of us cheered for you streaked past us. ("Go Ahalya!! Yay Andersson!!!")
In sixth you cheered so hard for me when I got elected the Head Girl of Middle school. You
were always there when I asked you to get the Andersson House girls to keep mum during
assembly.
Then in 7th remember when NJ had just joined school? And we tried in vain to explain to her (in all seriousness) what fart meant? *giggle giggle* You'd turned RED!!!
In 9th we had elections for the Student Council. I was elected the Vice-Captain, you the
Prefect of Andersson House. (We hated that the 12th graders got the plum posts. Ugh. Unfair). So from then on it was all about pesky juniors to control. Wilfully accept
responsibility for anything that went amiss in the House. Grudgingly endure reproach from
frustrated teachers. We had a tough time, but we pulled through just fine.
Grade 10 heralded the Boards. And worse. Graduation. We chose to tread different paths...
It's been three years since we last met...
Three years since we last spoke...
Three years...
And now, we never will...

I'm still a wandering vagabond. Still grappling to carve a niche for myself. But you've
found your ivory tower. Your haven. And I will too...
Someday...

I hope I don't trivialize the meaning when I say "Ali, I'll miss you. We all will."

Until the time is true...

Love,
Deeps

PHEW...

Boy, am I relieved. I had to create a new blog, but at least I could recover the previous posts...
I HATE TECHNICAL GLITCHES.

BOOOOORING......

"elements"...
well that's all i have now in my head. Disconnected thoughts...
I once posssessed a train of thoughts...
But it got derailed somewhere along the pathway between adjacent cerebral neurons.
Neurotransmitter malfunction...
It's really ironic that the lesser time i have to do a certain job, the more efficiently I
perform it. Take for instance my blog.At college, I have to queue up at the intra-hostel net centre or trudge all the way to the
CCC. And i still manage a couple of entries per week. But now that I'm home, with internet
access any time of day, all I can see myself doing is...
WASTING AWAY...
Into obsurity...
sigh....
AHEM.
Well not that I haven't DONE anything actually these past couple of weeks.Been watchin' re-runs of sitcoms...and family shows of the 80's played over and over again for the brain-dead Indian audience.Tried meeting up with old school buddies, but they've got 'em rummy exams just round the
corner, so all plans were temporarily shelved.Then I tried (still am) my hand at learning the Guitar.Sailed through G chord, had a slight hitch with the C chord and landed a dead end at F
chord.Never before had i used such a plethora of foul words until I tried the F chord. (I figured
that's why they call it the F chord.)But after a couple of councelling sessions from my dear cousin bro who is a self proclaimed
guitar-virtuoso, ("See, I told you it isn't as glamourous as it looks... Quit it, kiddo!!!
Ha Ha Ha..."), I decided to keep at it. Swollen finger-tips, bruised ego takes backseat...Read a few novels, watched a bunch of movies...
Blah... Blah...
life is boring...
Wait a minute...
It's that Deepophagus boredomiphus syndrome.
Dr. Dee FINALLY got a taste of her own medicine.
*crackle of the radio*
"... Neurotransmitter Acetylcholine needed urgently. Contact Dr. Dee's blogsite to deposit
vials of the same in abstract form: comments..."
*everything goes black*

Life...

I've always had this impending question...
What IS life?
Life is that state in which we are considered to be living.Or a more scientific approach would be that is it the characteristic state or condition of a
living organism.
We all just want to live. That's been the age-old trend. While medieval alchemists struggled
to find that one formula to make base metal into gold, witch doctors and even men of holy
austerities tried in vain to concoct that potion which would make man immortal.King Hiranakashyapa, when granted one wish in return for his rigorous penance, asked that he
be made immortal.Well, why go into mythology?Harry Potter's Philosopher's Stone IS the elixir of life, a substance believed to maintain life indefinitely.So everyone who's tasted life's goodness seems to want to live longer.But there are always TWO sides to a coin.There are those others who would give ANYTHING to die...
They'd give LIFE itself...
The horrific number of suicide cases right here in college send chills down my spine.
The desire to DIE overpowers the desire to LIVE.This seems to go against the Laws of Nature...
Ever seen a cockroach in your kitchen that frantically tries to run away from the imploring threat of a 'chappal' attack waiting to be imparted on it by the disgusted cook?
Have you come across a 3 legged ant with half a missing abdomen trudging along?
Ever witnessed a floundering fish flapping about, trying to get back into the water?
A Mulberry tree razed to the ground sprouting new leaflets and auxiliary branches...
Nature has indeed ensured that every living being has an inborn desire to live.
Now the ENTIRE process of evolution is to be blamed for humans to portray even a slight hint
of a suicidal tendency. Being on the top of the evolutionary chain, we've developed the
power of THINKING. (nothin' new here, been learning this from grade 1!) but that's possibly THE only thing different (psychologically) between human beings and the rest of the Animal and Plant kingdoms.
But i'm still trying to figure out the answer to that question that I asked.
What IS life?
.
.
.
.
.
I'm STILL drawing a BLANK.
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.
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Guess we'll all hafta LIVE to find out, eh?!

Dee Logic!

BREAKING NEWS: Deepika Nandagopal has confessed to being the sole master-mind behind this deadly brain consuming disease.

Readers beware: the contents of this article may be highly injurious(mentally) to sane people.

DISCLAIMER: The writer does not claim any responsibility for any part of the article as it
may be mind-consuming.

SYMPTOMS: acute mental derangement, inability to tear eyes away from monitor screen when logged on to still-waters-run-deep.blogspot.com, derailment of train of thoughts, tendencies
to wilfully bang head against nearest object...

Dee Logic...
it's THE Logic of today! well, at least for ME!!! Layman (but in Dee Logic it's LAME-man) does't get the way it works.
HINT: it's actually really easy to comprehend if you shed all brain-related thinking...

MODES OF CONTRACTION OF DISEASE Dee Logic:Crack a nonsensical pun, go totally berserk in your thoughts...
That's a good start to learning Dee Logic! Carve out various paths for the flow of imagination...
unleash your zany side! THAT'S the essence of Dee Logic. Go WILD up in the head. Soon it'll dethrone George Boole's 0's and 1's...
ANARCHY will build its foundations on Dee Logic someday.
Refer current and future articles on this blog to excavate the DEEP DARK world of DEE
LOGIC...

P.S. RED ALERT: you have officially succumbed to the aforementioned disease...
HA HA HA HA HA (psychopathic sinister evil laugh..)
THE READING OF THIS ARTICLE IS SUICIDAL...
YOU ARE NOW A VICTIM OF THIS DISEASE AND HAVE OFFICIALLY ENTERED THE DOOMED AISLES OF Dee Logic... (EVIL, BLOOD-CURLING, MURDEROUS LAUGH. BEWARE...
IT HAUNTS YOU...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

About 'em lizards!

I've had the priviledge of meeting all kinds of ummm... creatures here in NITK. (trust me, i
don't just mean the guy-folk out here!) what i really mean to say is, the variety of flora, fauna AND the insects they house ALONG WITH their respective reptile predator species is astonishing!all amazing to admire...
FROM AFAR...
NOT inside MY room, MY shelf or that sad excuse for a cupboard that we're provided with here in NITK's Girl's Block.Well having graduated from being petrified of these miniature Komodo-dragons to just giving them spiteful stares when we encounter, i think that hostel life in this wilderness has taught me something! A friend once suggested that if i could just name 'em all(i.e. the ones in my room here), i'll feel all chummy with 'em and i can get over this undying hatred that seems to be an innate inherent quality (mom's terrified of lizards, to say the least!).But after exhausting innovative names like Lizzie, Liz and Liza for the ones that(i baptised
and thought vehemently) belonged to the fairer sex, and King Liz I to XVIII, my imagination
ran dry. Moreover, who can keep track of the names and faces? So it was back to living with these four-legged creatures that saw the world upside-down from their coffee-shop on the ceiling.But there's this one particular lizard that efficiently scuttles in and out of my room whenever i open or close the door. (request on my behelf: DON'T tell my roomie... She's
worse than me... She'd FREAK out!!!)I find it really hard to believe myself, but i've developed a sort of liking for this chap.
He totally clears out of my path and just minds his own business. I am happy to say that we
share a healthy pseudo-paying-guest relationship. I give him the room, he gets rid of the
mosquitoes.
Hmmm... guess i've FINALLY realised that lizards are not so bad after all. AND that they'd
make great room-mates! Forget about ALL-OUT and stinky mosquito repellent coils. INSTEAD go get yourself a Liz-buddy today. Guaranteed protection from flies and mosquitoes in those dreary hours of the night when the electricity board decides to take a nap and cuts off the power supply...

HUTCH jana (translation from kannada: mad folk)

As soon as Hutch came up with this 100-messages-free-to-any-cell offer, i've been bombarded
with messages...not too flattering, considering that the whopping influx was only due to on-the-house or should i say on-the-hutch messaging... whatever!!!
but do people fail to understand that my invaluable reply costs me 60ps?
GRRRRR.....
it's infuriating how callous people can get when they expect on-a-daily-basis replies for
supposed eternal enigmas like "hi! whatcha doin'?"SHEESH!!now if BSNL (to which i am an ardent subscriber) could cut us some slack and provide the same facilities... i can assure you that the aforementioned eternal question would've been answered to at length, with a few extra smileys appended!words of encouragement from pals to get myself a Rs. 99 Hutch prepaid ("MORON! go buy a bloody Hutch sim...") have had nil effect.
i got thinking as to why i was so attached to the BSNL sim. The only three things that popped into my head were:
1. my mom bought this for me...
but NAH... that's really not the issue here, cuz she'll do the paying for the Hutch sim too...
2. mom and i stood for 5 hours in the meandering queue in front of the BSNL office to get
the sim when the offer was out...(could be a good reason to keep the sim, but not as good as the 3K that i'll make by selling it...)
3. finally, the only sane enough reason for my affinity to the BSNL sim is probably this:
initially when i stepped into this godforsaken land of NITK, only BSNL subscribers were
fortunate enough to get signal EVERYWHERE (trust me, i got signal even in the loo...).but now EVERYONE else seems to get good signal, so i'm back to square one!!
well, i'm still debating if selling BSNL's worth it...after all, HUTCH is a private telecom co. and for them, the catch phrase (written in the world's most miniscule font size is) : "offer subject to changes in market conditions" or some crap like that...

Reflections of a hungry soul...

When the mind is deprived of intellectual enlightenment, it seems a fortress...
and i an unworthy inmate...
but now i am an escaped convict...
unleashed...
i have earned the freedom to reflect...
the thoughts come chugging into the platform of my mind...
while i sail into the dreary waters...
hoping to catch glimpse of that beacon of Light frrom the lighthouse in the distance...
treacherous rocks evoke a sense of forboding...
thick fog threatens to shroud the vessel...
the waters beckon enticingly...
to come away with them...
down...deep down...
they are no longer still...

MPD: Multiple Personality Disorder

The first time that i'd ever heard of this absolutely FREAKY disorder was in Sidney
Sheldon's "Tell me your dreams". That was way back in grade 7. well for me, it was the dawn
of a new era of grotesque enlightenment. The gravity of situation got me thinking...MPD's victim has been a victim all her life...Being sexually molested since childhood, she is driven to states of mental turmoil so acute that she drifts subconciously to her alter egos...
The docile one and the murderer who seeks revenge...
She finds solace in swiching off from her life.To completely 'switch off'...
Now, that's something i'd love to do.So maybe being a victim of MPD's not so bad after all, huh? (sorry, crude joke). Another thing that's strikingly similar to the MPD (well at least in some respects) is something i learned from the swamis of ISKON, who conducted these classes in the ISTE seminar hall on weekends. Since i have as much knowledge as probably an ant has about Physics, when it came to the Vedas and the Gita, i took his word as God's own!He said that man is made up of three basic components: the MIND, the BODY and the SOUL. The mind is where all the thought processsing that governs our actions occurs, the soul is the actual living part that has been sent to this 'loka' to carry out a particular mission, and the body is merely a vehicle that we are equippped with to accomplish that task.So in essence, we are 3 components...just like a person sufferring from MPD...
All this really may not have a connection in any logical sense, but the thought remains: are
we all victims of MPD to some extent?
like say when we blank out during an exam. An exam for which we have prepared adequately...
where do we go in our heads then, in those few bleak moments?
Or say when we drift into our afternoon siesta and can't remember the dreams...?
What could possibly be the reason for saying or acting in a way that's totally unlike us...?
Don't we all have those moments when being aware of our surroudings takes a backseat?
Well, whatever the case may be, i had a great time penning these "elementary" thoughts....

Life at NITK finally seems to be shaping up the way I want it to!

Whoa, the past week's been both hectic and enlightening, intellectually. Post mid sems i'm
deliciously free to do what the hell i want. Life is good...To top it all, i got through to the Aviator workshop that would be conducted during the Techfest if NITK. i'm levitating, dude! or Flying, whatever, you get the point! After busting my backside trying to get the essay done with (had to lug myself to downtown Surathkal and all)...
But it payed off!!! I certainly had a whale of a time getting it done, though. So no way
would I call the entire process 'hard work'. Mid sems were ok. Not GREAT... But definitely on the way up. Thank God for that, cuz last sem my brain's favourite hang-out spot seemed to be situated in the vicinity of the Doldrums. The play in which I part-took for Inci's Centrestage event placed (applause and drumroll please) ...2nd. AWESOME, huh? Ahem, did i forget to mention? Oh. Oops. yeah. there were 3 teams participating...
But that's really not the point, though, IS it? :p
Hey i got to work with 'the' people themselves, the 'lit' junta of NITK. They're real cool
chaps. OOze with talent!
The miniature boat model for eureka seems to be uh..(cough, cough) going (cough) um.. well.
I guess...Every particle of my time (does that phrase even MAKE sense?) seems to be spent in the persuit of certain 'goals' that i've set for myself this sem, namely, DITCH academic
interests, stick to the stuff i'm good at:
lit stuff, mech stuff and staring into nothingness stuff...
seems to me that i've successfully covered most of the above...

p.s. Try lying on your back on the tarred road between the old block and the Ethiopian block
any time of day(or night). The feeling's like nothing you've ever experienced...

BINDAAAAS TIMES...

OH MAN!!!it's just been amazin' these past few days...
i've got absolutely zilch acad stuff covered (end sems in exacty a week), but i've somehow
gotten mentally deranged, with my priorities all twisted!!! (but not to worry, i have a
feeling i'll do decently anyways;-))
swat cat and me have been having our super looooooooong chat sessions gain...
awesome.....
despite the fact that my friend circle is brimming, it's ironic that there's really a
miniscule bunch with whom i've actually CONNECTED intellectually and emotionally...
swat's bagged no.1 on my NITK jingbang list!!
sitting on the coffee wall for hours...
roaming the hallowed corridors of the girl's block...
balancing on the mud mounds at the back of tbe brand new block...
post-mid night strolls...
JEEZ!!!!
and i always wonder where all the time goes!!! ;-)
conclusion: i'm havin a blast out here...
P.S. i'm glad that swat's finally been able to get a lil upbeat 'bout this place.
P.P.S. mebbe i'm a key element????
P.P.S. i'm not bragging... swat said so... ask HER!!! ;-p

The kind of people I've had the pleasure of interacting with

Well, for me every event, every moment is to soak in...
to savour...
Cuz life's too fickle. She can make you weep... she can exalt you to heights of euphoria
that you've never dreamed possible...
Don't blame her for what she does, she's just there to ensure that you don't die. Now it's
upto Ms.(or Mr.)Life to fill up that space till Ms.(or Mr.)Death takes over the reigns...
It's like the day shift ends, and the insomniacs take over the night shift...
Since i've mastered the art of just "BEING", i tend to notice intricate details of existence...
I've had the opportunity to meet with the various entities that constitute our material
circle. I'm talking about the people that we get to interact with on a daily basis. And
where best to find them than in our own campus?
let's make a brief study, shall we?
FAKE.
This is THE most apt word that can be used to describe many. They have absolutely
nothing genuine to them. They're in my face when they see that the rain clouds are right
overhead, and rush for cover... to none other than yours truly. come sunshine and POOF.
they're a mile away...
Then there are those others who adorn the look of placidity, but beware of that spark of
jealousy that they discreety kindle. They mean more harm than the aforementioned type.
There are also the loud-mouthed ninnies, the kind that crib and rant about thair miseries.
I'm often awestruck by the frivolity of their complaints...
But the most ironic of 'em all are the kinds who pretend to be there for you, but don't
portray even a shadow of a flinch when it comes to the slander.
Hang on, I'm not here to highlight the negative charges. in this ionic melee, there are some
cations too. They're the ones that get you all charged up!
And thank Goodness for them.
They're the ones that "MATTER"...
and a slight hitch with the "ANTIMATTER" variety don't mean nothin to me!!!

March 3rd. Nothin' great.

You'd think that after i wilfully slashed TWO whole minutes of pre test studyin on
messaging a classmate to haul his sad a#$ to CP class for a surprise tutorial this
afternoon, it would at least elicit a humble 'thank you' form the ba$@@#d (believe me, when
you're just informed of a surprise test, you're in NO mood to squander even a second of
cramming). But NOOOO...
he is so full of shit that the rest of the world comprises of midgets.
UGH...
Well, at least I got that outta my system. you know sometimes i wonder where all the
etiquette has gone. As much as I hate to needle anyone's attitude, or way of thinking ( I am
a staunch believer of give-others-their-space), I have to admit that the brash attitude that
the likes of him portray as "COOL" sucks. I mean, a simple thing as this shouldn't put me
off, right...?
Had an MES quiz today. Did well. will have another one tomorrow. When it rains, it pours!
Mid sems start on the 7th. haven't so much as dusted that shelf on which 'em books lie,
waiting for some sweet soul to savour their contents...