This is an interesting passage from the Chhandogya Upanishad. Here he refers to the sun.
"The sun never sets or rises. When people think to themselves the sun is setting, he only changes about after reaching the end of the day, and makes night below and day to what is on the other side. Then when people think he rises in the morning, he only shifts himself about after reaching the end of the night, and makes day below and night to what is on the other side. In fact he never sets at all."
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
The Satan In Me
-Nitish N5
Everything in my mind,
Is a mystery,
Happiness, joy, sadness are just simple things,
I know nothing of what is deep within.
I always thought that I had angels in my soul,
Making me happy and good was their goal.
But I started to feel when I committed the sin,
That there is something else that my mind has deep within.
It makes me feel that I am somebody else,
It tells me to think of myself and nobody else,
My life is not to be wasted on lesser mortals,
Says it, I should strive to make myself immortal.
It tries to remove any compassion from me,
It strives to make my anger go free.
It aims to make me lust for more,
It works so that I have a conscience no more.
But it also brings the fire in my eyes,
It gives me determination to take on the world,
It makes my dreams go to infinity,
It ensures that my greed has no finity.
It gives me the reason for my existence,
For this I can give it no resistance.
Even the perfect man also has a bit,
Even the Creator wouldn't say there's no one without it.
It is the same thing the people have in their lives,
Which makes them determined to change other's lives.
It made sure Hitler never said sorry,
It got Mike Tyson to achieve world glory.
I know for sure that I'm nobody without it in me
For it is, The Satan In Me.
-Nitish N5
Friday, December 7, 2007
A Quote by Kabir Bedi
"Men are like mascara(kajal),
they run at the slightest hint of emotion"
they run at the slightest hint of emotion"
How true is this???
If we had any girl bloggers we would have known how they feel.
I for one agree with this completely. Its true in my case.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
WHEN LIFE CAME CALLING
The sky was lit up by a radiant moon;he was finally complete after weeks of a spectral existence.
Her fingers curled around the window rails as she clenched her teeth,hoping against hopes that the pain would subside,that it would atleast become bearable.
She hated herself for the hope that she nurtured inside her,even when she could feel it inside her.It was draining her,eating her inside out,gnawing at her flesh,feasting itself on her bits and pieces.
She did not cry anymore;the tears ran down her cheeks on their own,along a path they knew by heart.She had given up on any show of weakness,she was strong and and she knew that strong people did not cry.
The air rustled past her;giggling on his way,mocking the tears on her face,the face that once threatened to take his breath away.
The earth shifted uneasily beneath her feet;letting out a mirthless rumble,mocking the hesitancy in her touch,the touch that once threatened to sweep him off his feet.
The wind caught her lustrous curls,playing with her fragrant tangles as he whistled to her the inevitable question."No!"was her answer,she was not ready yet or else she would have known.
Her heart still beat against her delicate frame in dread,fearing the impending doom.
She felt nothing at all,they had kept their promises after all.
She felt disturbingly calm inside,suddenly relieved of a huge weight,she felt like a gaping hole,an aching nothingness...everything was in order.
She smiled.
It was over,her errand was run.
The moon was complete after countless days,and so was she.
Her fingers curled around the window rails as she clenched her teeth,hoping against hopes that the pain would subside,that it would atleast become bearable.
She hated herself for the hope that she nurtured inside her,even when she could feel it inside her.It was draining her,eating her inside out,gnawing at her flesh,feasting itself on her bits and pieces.
She did not cry anymore;the tears ran down her cheeks on their own,along a path they knew by heart.She had given up on any show of weakness,she was strong and and she knew that strong people did not cry.
The air rustled past her;giggling on his way,mocking the tears on her face,the face that once threatened to take his breath away.
The earth shifted uneasily beneath her feet;letting out a mirthless rumble,mocking the hesitancy in her touch,the touch that once threatened to sweep him off his feet.
The wind caught her lustrous curls,playing with her fragrant tangles as he whistled to her the inevitable question."No!"was her answer,she was not ready yet or else she would have known.
Her heart still beat against her delicate frame in dread,fearing the impending doom.
She felt nothing at all,they had kept their promises after all.
She felt disturbingly calm inside,suddenly relieved of a huge weight,she felt like a gaping hole,an aching nothingness...everything was in order.
She smiled.
It was over,her errand was run.
The moon was complete after countless days,and so was she.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Different means to a common end
This is in response to N5's post .. i kinda had quite a lot of points so i'm putting it all up here...
Any text of wisdom, whether theological or secular, will tell u that the aim of life is self-realisation, practice of correct morals, living with self-respect and bulding up of a stable, complete character. Religion is one way to achieve all this. Correction...the unadulterated, ideal concept of religion in the broadest meaning is a "means" to achieve an "end", which is God...
U may or may not believe in God. If you do, you are free to look upon God in any form u like. You are allowed to define God for yourselves in such a way that THE DEFINITION U MADE FOR YOURSELF MAKES U A GOOD PERSON, WHO DEVELOPS THE CORRECT APPROACH TO LIFE AND FELLOW BEINGS...
You may look upon God as the father of the universe with infinite power in his hands, or as a friend who always guides u at every stage of ur life, or as a hero with the qualities u aspire for yourselves...when u grow old u can look upon God even as ur child...You are free to follow the teachings of any prophet..in all these cases, what stands out clearly is that u have to "attain one-ness" (as the term goes) with God.. hence becoming good and reforming yourselves is already implied in the same..
For you, God could also be an intangible entity..a Force..pure energy..which could take many forms from time to time.. u could personify this force into a common but ideal embodiment...a human being, an animal, a plant..even the collective beauty of nature...whatever/ whoever God is, it/he should be a mentor which/who moulds you with positive energy...
If you do not believe in God, on account of your own ideas supported with maybe with science, the only thing that matters is the outcome of your existence as a social being.. discipline yourselves to be good and lead a life flavoured with broad-mindedness that does not end-up in meaningless conflict of ideas (applies to both believers and non-believers)
Religions are different methods to arrive at the same result. Various exponents and prophets have existed, preached, lead people in the right path before leaving earth.. and today people fight in their names.. this saddening, disheartening phenomenon reveals a total misunderstanding of their teachings..
You were born in this world not to prove yourselves, or your religion greater than others'..you were rather born in this world...as a spiritual being on a human visit..to understand the meaning of one-ness of all religions, and learn to co-exist peacefully with the world.. and ultimately realise the purpose of life..
thank u n5, for bringing up the topic..
Any text of wisdom, whether theological or secular, will tell u that the aim of life is self-realisation, practice of correct morals, living with self-respect and bulding up of a stable, complete character. Religion is one way to achieve all this. Correction...the unadulterated, ideal concept of religion in the broadest meaning is a "means" to achieve an "end", which is God...
U may or may not believe in God. If you do, you are free to look upon God in any form u like. You are allowed to define God for yourselves in such a way that THE DEFINITION U MADE FOR YOURSELF MAKES U A GOOD PERSON, WHO DEVELOPS THE CORRECT APPROACH TO LIFE AND FELLOW BEINGS...
You may look upon God as the father of the universe with infinite power in his hands, or as a friend who always guides u at every stage of ur life, or as a hero with the qualities u aspire for yourselves...when u grow old u can look upon God even as ur child...You are free to follow the teachings of any prophet..in all these cases, what stands out clearly is that u have to "attain one-ness" (as the term goes) with God.. hence becoming good and reforming yourselves is already implied in the same..
For you, God could also be an intangible entity..a Force..pure energy..which could take many forms from time to time.. u could personify this force into a common but ideal embodiment...a human being, an animal, a plant..even the collective beauty of nature...whatever/ whoever God is, it/he should be a mentor which/who moulds you with positive energy...
If you do not believe in God, on account of your own ideas supported with maybe with science, the only thing that matters is the outcome of your existence as a social being.. discipline yourselves to be good and lead a life flavoured with broad-mindedness that does not end-up in meaningless conflict of ideas (applies to both believers and non-believers)
Religions are different methods to arrive at the same result. Various exponents and prophets have existed, preached, lead people in the right path before leaving earth.. and today people fight in their names.. this saddening, disheartening phenomenon reveals a total misunderstanding of their teachings..
You were born in this world not to prove yourselves, or your religion greater than others'..you were rather born in this world...as a spiritual being on a human visit..to understand the meaning of one-ness of all religions, and learn to co-exist peacefully with the world.. and ultimately realise the purpose of life..
thank u n5, for bringing up the topic..
Monday, November 26, 2007
Ponder on This
this is a story by Jalal-ud-din Rumi a Sufi. Many of us would have read this but it is what follows from this story that is important.
There was a country where there was a city entirely inhabited by blind people. One day the news came that an elephant was passing outside the walls of the city. The citizens held a meeting and decided to send a delegation of three men outside the gates so that they could report back to the city what an elephant was. The three men left the town, found the elephant and felt the animal with their hands. Then they all returned back to their town to report what they had felt.
The first man said:"The elephant is like a snake, but it can stand vertically upright in the air!"
The second man said:"The elephant is like a pillar. It is firm and round and solid. No matter how much you push you cannot knock it over."
The third man said:"The elephant is like a broad pankah (a fan). It is wide flat and leathery. "
All the three men stuck to their story and argued with each other till they vowed to never speak to each other. each professed that they and they alone knew the whole truth.
But we know that each person had felt only a part of the elephant. The first had felt the tail, the second the leg and the third the ear. All had a part of the truth, but none of them had begun to grasp the totality or the greatness of the beast. If they had listened to each other, they might have realized the true nature of the beast. But they were too proud and instead they preferred to keep to their half truths.
So it is with religion. Muslims see Allah in one way, Hindus have a different conception, and the Christians have a third. To us, all our different conceptions seem incompatible and irreconcilable. But what we forget is that to God we are like blind men stumbling around in total darkness.
There was a country where there was a city entirely inhabited by blind people. One day the news came that an elephant was passing outside the walls of the city. The citizens held a meeting and decided to send a delegation of three men outside the gates so that they could report back to the city what an elephant was. The three men left the town, found the elephant and felt the animal with their hands. Then they all returned back to their town to report what they had felt.
The first man said:"The elephant is like a snake, but it can stand vertically upright in the air!"
The second man said:"The elephant is like a pillar. It is firm and round and solid. No matter how much you push you cannot knock it over."
The third man said:"The elephant is like a broad pankah (a fan). It is wide flat and leathery. "
All the three men stuck to their story and argued with each other till they vowed to never speak to each other. each professed that they and they alone knew the whole truth.
But we know that each person had felt only a part of the elephant. The first had felt the tail, the second the leg and the third the ear. All had a part of the truth, but none of them had begun to grasp the totality or the greatness of the beast. If they had listened to each other, they might have realized the true nature of the beast. But they were too proud and instead they preferred to keep to their half truths.
So it is with religion. Muslims see Allah in one way, Hindus have a different conception, and the Christians have a third. To us, all our different conceptions seem incompatible and irreconcilable. But what we forget is that to God we are like blind men stumbling around in total darkness.
The Rock n' Roll Philosophy
Whoever said that Rock and Rap was all about headbanging, violence, sex, etc????
Here N5 has brought to you some examples of lyrics from some of his favorite songs which have some real meanings. For some of them you might have to dig a little deep.
Master of puppets Im pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams - Metallica (Master Of Puppets)
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough - R.E.M. (Losing My Religion)
Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin is this your chin
Or is that war your waging...
Space may be the final frontier
But it's made in a Hollywood basement - Red Hot Chilli Peppers (Californication)
I think I'll take ahold
Of whatever comes my way
Then we'll see what happens
Take it day by day...
Tell me what you can hear
And then tell me what you see
Everybody has a different way to view the world
I would like you to know when you see the simple things
To appreciate this life it's not too late to learn - Iron Maiden (Different World)
If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one - JayZ (99 Problems)
These are just a few of the examples. Wait for more
Here N5 has brought to you some examples of lyrics from some of his favorite songs which have some real meanings. For some of them you might have to dig a little deep.
Master of puppets Im pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams - Metallica (Master Of Puppets)
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough - R.E.M. (Losing My Religion)
Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin is this your chin
Or is that war your waging...
Space may be the final frontier
But it's made in a Hollywood basement - Red Hot Chilli Peppers (Californication)
I think I'll take ahold
Of whatever comes my way
Then we'll see what happens
Take it day by day...
Tell me what you can hear
And then tell me what you see
Everybody has a different way to view the world
I would like you to know when you see the simple things
To appreciate this life it's not too late to learn - Iron Maiden (Different World)
If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one - JayZ (99 Problems)
These are just a few of the examples. Wait for more
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Where is the CET ki Jai??????
Our college is said to be the best college in Kerala. It is among the top 40 colleges in India. But apart from these numbers, what else is there that makes our college stand out from the rest?? If we ask anyone from Calicut about NIT, we will be hearing a really long story about how NIT is so big, how its fests are so awesome and so on. But we dont get the same response from any Trivandrumite.
CETians are divided into the MH, the DayScis, and the nonMH-nondayscis and not to forget the hostel girls(whom we dont see anywhere for any programme outside this college). The MH have their MH pride, the DayScis whith their pride, the rest have the pride for surviving without any help from either the MH or Dayscis. The best example in our college of this divide is the ISTE+LnD(which is full of dayscis) and the SFI(full of MH). Each has a puppet member representing the otherside.
What is missing here is the all important College pride. Whenever our college wins something over in another college, we usually hear from some friends, and we just shrug and probably say 'ok there's one guy who is doin something.' Its more like that guy won it for himself instead for our college.
We need to make our presence felt in the state in the students scenario. And we need to make our presence felt as a College united, without any Mh or dayscis, etc.
CETians are divided into the MH, the DayScis, and the nonMH-nondayscis and not to forget the hostel girls(whom we dont see anywhere for any programme outside this college). The MH have their MH pride, the DayScis whith their pride, the rest have the pride for surviving without any help from either the MH or Dayscis. The best example in our college of this divide is the ISTE+LnD(which is full of dayscis) and the SFI(full of MH). Each has a puppet member representing the otherside.
What is missing here is the all important College pride. Whenever our college wins something over in another college, we usually hear from some friends, and we just shrug and probably say 'ok there's one guy who is doin something.' Its more like that guy won it for himself instead for our college.
We need to make our presence felt in the state in the students scenario. And we need to make our presence felt as a College united, without any Mh or dayscis, etc.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Bats love stamps...
Oh look at this!!! this should be the way people meet and get to know each other... there r vampires and werewolves everywhere but we need to know their pleasant side too...
So, "come to the dark side ...and get free cookies" is not the moral of this story....
The moral could rather be...if there's a bat sitting on ur ceiling, please, o please take care of your stamps...
i didnt wanna pull off the real life 'CET' analogy of what the real moral is...damn its so frustrating!!!
Monday, October 22, 2007
Out with the Old and In with the New
We all have feelings of attachment to things, people or places. It may be some toy or the city we grew up in or friends or a real close friend. But when we move on to newer places or start with another leg of our journey of life, should we still carry these feelings of attachment with us?
It would be best if we rather forget the old and open our minds for fresh ideas, different people, new places or even a new boy/girl friend. When it is said that it is this attachment to the old that hampers development and slows down progress of the society, the same also works for the individual life too. We must learn to respect the old and learn from it and not drag it along with us into the future.
If you had any great experience when in school, leave it there. If you had any friend with whom you talked to daily then but don't talk to now, forget him. that friend is probably better off without you and you are better off without him. Unless you are going to go back to where you started with, what is the point of harbouring such feelings? It is nothing but a waste of our time, mind and energy.
It would be best if we rather forget the old and open our minds for fresh ideas, different people, new places or even a new boy/girl friend. When it is said that it is this attachment to the old that hampers development and slows down progress of the society, the same also works for the individual life too. We must learn to respect the old and learn from it and not drag it along with us into the future.
If you had any great experience when in school, leave it there. If you had any friend with whom you talked to daily then but don't talk to now, forget him. that friend is probably better off without you and you are better off without him. Unless you are going to go back to where you started with, what is the point of harbouring such feelings? It is nothing but a waste of our time, mind and energy.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Why Not Me???????????????
After spending upwards of Rs. 1000 on birthday gifts and presents in total on various persons of our class, why is it that N5 has got nothing for his birthday??????? Even after a big treat where everyone was invited, though only few came N5 desperately needs a watch(preferably digital), so someone should help him.
Monday, October 15, 2007
who killed the Lord?
He cried out in vain,yes he did
I watched with glee while
your King begged for mercy:
I was around when he had a moment;
of doubt and pain,I watched with glee.
I am the sinner's saint,
I am the divine and the diabolic,
I am the blessed and the accursed,
I am the darkness of the lids and the light of the world,
I am the void of the mind and the substance of the universe,
I am and I am not ,all that is and is not.
Far reaches of the pit and above the clouds I rule.
There's no truth in me,for behold I am the eternal truth.
Gods I have made and gods I have unmade,
I am the son of god and I am his father;
for I am the god created and the god creator.
He cried out in vain,yes he did
I watched with glee while
your King begged for mercy:
I shouted out"who killed the Lord?",
when after all,it was you and me.
- three lines inspired(edited,not lifted:)...three lines out of twenty one..that makes it 15% inspiration and 85% perspiration) from Sympathy for the Devil
I watched with glee while
your King begged for mercy:
I was around when he had a moment;
of doubt and pain,I watched with glee.
I am the sinner's saint,
I am the divine and the diabolic,
I am the blessed and the accursed,
I am the darkness of the lids and the light of the world,
I am the void of the mind and the substance of the universe,
I am and I am not ,all that is and is not.
Far reaches of the pit and above the clouds I rule.
There's no truth in me,for behold I am the eternal truth.
Gods I have made and gods I have unmade,
I am the son of god and I am his father;
for I am the god created and the god creator.
He cried out in vain,yes he did
I watched with glee while
your King begged for mercy:
I shouted out"who killed the Lord?",
when after all,it was you and me.
- three lines inspired(edited,not lifted:)...three lines out of twenty one..that makes it 15% inspiration and 85% perspiration) from Sympathy for the Devil
Help Me I'm too sober.
Me has been sober since gawd knows when nd need sumthing to lighten me up.
help!!!!!!!
suggest something. something good. no local mallu crap.
help!!!!!!!
suggest something. something good. no local mallu crap.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
KALLAR!!!!!...nature's "magic unveiled"...
(Click picture to enlarge)The skies were clear; clear enough for the morning sun to set your alarm clock blush in his radiance... and take over by shining on your open-mouthed sleeping face...
Flowers were in full bloom; full enough to humble the infamous Axe-effect as bees, butterflies, birds and Axe-runners charged towards them...and the guy who had emptied Axe all over his torso stood alone in "no-woman's" land, defeated and subdued...
The markets looked strong; strong enough for beggars and tramps outside the BSE complex in Dalal Street to grow rich by evening...rich enough to shake their booties in mockery at the mighty Ambanis...
The mood was exuberant; exuberant enough for workshop instructors to forget that their work alone was worship...and exuberant enough to set them dancing merrily to the tune of 'Kajra Re, Kajra Re...'
The day was so filled with a strange "peace", that even "Santha"kumaran Sree"santh" realised for the first time that his name said it all...
The atmosphere was of happy reunion; eventful enough that when Rajnikanth's engines stopped abruptly during mid-flight, he remembered to fall down...and gravity became friends with him again...(they'll be married next autumn...hey, u r also invited!!!)
(Click picture to enlarge)wading through knee-deep water..slipping from mossy rocks...taking hospitality from a bubbly waterfall...we turned gay (strictly in the medieval sense of the world, as implemented by Shakespeare and Wordsworth in their "straight" pieces of literary work)...we turned gay and happy and rejoiced the gift of nature that the kallar river had to offer eight "innocent" boys and their respective shaddies...(also spelt shaddys or schadees)...new spelling suggestions will be entertained because its everybody's birthright to own one...
The celebration was of that very birthright...the energy and vigour of "Team Shaddy" enchanted the beauty of the forest... and wild animals, elephants, tigers, deer, langurs, peacocks, wild asses (and some policemen) came to watch the show...the display of the meaning of life... portrayed well enough to enliven into the jungle's magic a new zest for adventure and gay-spirit...(medieval usage again...mind u, Shakesy and Wordsy weren't gross)
The Eight Liberated Men (er..us!!), glided next into the joy of returning home, carrying wonderful memories that would inspire nostalgic reminiscence( wha..??)...we rode faster than the river, faster than the wind...fast enough that we had to slow down whenever turnings approached... fast enough that we had to step on the brakes when we realized that the lorry coming towards us had two extremely gay drivers in full booze...celebrating...
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wondering where the brackets and the medieval-times hint have gone this time??? don't worry...those two drivers r not part of Team Shaddy at all...but since its a happy day, we forgive u for everything, u careless drivers...oops, one of them was actually a policeman who got picked up on the way by the driver... we got the tip-off that they were rushing home to watch the wrestling match on TV....see??? everybody's so full of life...oh! what a beautiful world...
hey but not everybody's happy...the AXE guy must be still desp... coming to think of it, AXE would have worked out on Nitish N5...man he was the only one wearing a flaming red shaddy and Axe would have worked wonders on him... if a guy ever says he loves mobiles and bikes, he's just too shy to admit his best interest...
(Click picture to enlarge)Kallar's an awesome place...the perfect weekend-getaway for a group of boys...but if u r looking forward to a family trip, there r more suitable places further uphill...yup, between kallar n ponmudi...
The day ended well; ended well enough for us to relive "the magic unvieled" in our dreams...and relive it well enough to wake up next morning, unable to move a limb...
Anyways, "HAIL SHADDY!!!"
Sunday, October 7, 2007
the cet chapter
this post is adi's ...but as that ass doesn't know his way to this part of our world ,i m posting it
STATUTORY WARNING:
Reading the following scribblings may affect your logical thinking(presuming you have something atleast relatively close to it ,attending your economics class might have helped ) and you may eventually find yourself entertaining the inmates of a high security asylum in an undisclosed location in the writers homeland where he is currently..well...writing..or atleast claims to be doing so(the thirty or so rather unceremoniously dumped paper sheets are a proud witness to this feat).
THE CET EFFECT
In the search for something far greater than distilled vanilla flavour in pure unadulterated bullshit,scientists noted that....oh!so the unreasonable psyche of cet students huh? the reason why most of them seem to be happy and gleeful for practically nothing....considering the fact that most of them are knee deep in classified shit like supplies,pain-in-the-respectable-areas teachers and so on....
Now that we have led ourselves to such an important question lets try to find an answer to this question mark looming large over our little hunny-bunny heads...by the way i shall lead the way ,and the rest of you can follow me in the hope that atleast some of you will trip over stones and grow some sense...umm so here goes
happiness factor(h.f) α family factor(parties,bags of money,no ranting and braying)
α college life(sutta,booze,birdwatching(hic....hic))
α friend factor(sensible folks)
α 1/studies(duh! do i have to explain?)
the great Indian supplie factor(s.f)
α no of affairs(a guy has got to do what he has to..yea right)
α % of attendance(possibly greek or hebrew,origin unknown)
α family factor(rantings,brayings,dancing on your nerves)
α 1/studies(groan.....)
deriving a common relation(damn we are good at this)...
s.f *h.f=(college life)*(affairs)*(attendance) / (studies)
now improving the formula cet-ishtyle
1-college life is basically sutta and booze...bird watching is a dying art...and the artist cant be blamed for this if all they get to see is bird droppings and short circuited-grilled birds
2-since no one understands what attendance means we remove it altogether,assuming it to be related to the Nigerian feeding bottle mafia that clearly has got nothing to do with cet
3-studies....groan not again...assuming half of them study and the other half don't, we reach a state of perfect inactivity(where were i when newton needed me!?)...an astounding zero
4-supplies...the more the merrier...frankly its a frantic race to the top..even the gladiators couldn't have found out a better reason to kill...s.f=k*h.f
so basically s.f * h.f = blah blah blah/(studies)
= blah blah blah/0
k*(h.f )^2 = blah blah blah/0
h.f =α
happiness is infinite...hence proved
Friends,the moves are on to declare us a new species...but then we knew it all the way along right?
By the way if you are wondering about the accuracy of this analysis,seriously man get a life and be happy...
STATUTORY WARNING:
Reading the following scribblings may affect your logical thinking(presuming you have something atleast relatively close to it ,attending your economics class might have helped ) and you may eventually find yourself entertaining the inmates of a high security asylum in an undisclosed location in the writers homeland where he is currently..well...writing..or atleast claims to be doing so(the thirty or so rather unceremoniously dumped paper sheets are a proud witness to this feat).
THE CET EFFECT
In the search for something far greater than distilled vanilla flavour in pure unadulterated bullshit,scientists noted that....oh!so the unreasonable psyche of cet students huh? the reason why most of them seem to be happy and gleeful for practically nothing....considering the fact that most of them are knee deep in classified shit like supplies,pain-in-the-respectable-areas teachers and so on....
Now that we have led ourselves to such an important question lets try to find an answer to this question mark looming large over our little hunny-bunny heads...by the way i shall lead the way ,and the rest of you can follow me in the hope that atleast some of you will trip over stones and grow some sense...umm so here goes
happiness factor(h.f) α family factor(parties,bags of money,no ranting and braying)
α college life(sutta,booze,birdwatching(hic....hic))
α friend factor(sensible folks)
α 1/studies(duh! do i have to explain?)
the great Indian supplie factor(s.f)
α no of affairs(a guy has got to do what he has to..yea right)
α % of attendance(possibly greek or hebrew,origin unknown)
α family factor(rantings,brayings,dancing on your nerves)
α 1/studies(groan.....)
deriving a common relation(damn we are good at this)...
s.f *h.f=(college life)*(affairs)*(attendance) / (studies)
now improving the formula cet-ishtyle
1-college life is basically sutta and booze...bird watching is a dying art...and the artist cant be blamed for this if all they get to see is bird droppings and short circuited-grilled birds
2-since no one understands what attendance means we remove it altogether,assuming it to be related to the Nigerian feeding bottle mafia that clearly has got nothing to do with cet
3-studies....groan not again...assuming half of them study and the other half don't, we reach a state of perfect inactivity(where were i when newton needed me!?)...an astounding zero
4-supplies...the more the merrier...frankly its a frantic race to the top..even the gladiators couldn't have found out a better reason to kill...s.f=k*h.f
so basically s.f * h.f = blah blah blah/(studies)
= blah blah blah/0
k*(h.f )^2 = blah blah blah/0
h.f =α
happiness is infinite...hence proved
Friends,the moves are on to declare us a new species...but then we knew it all the way along right?
By the way if you are wondering about the accuracy of this analysis,seriously man get a life and be happy...
this,that and nothing more.....
Life can sometimes be such a holy pain in the arse...it has been so,for the past one month and it has acted out its part pretty well...well,i mean my precious arse is an unholy little nightmare now.
Life these days is seriously bitchy and keeping in mind the fact that i have always been a cat person,we don't agree at all....no matter what.
OCD is literally eating me up,and i seriously cant stand this shit any longer.If it were not for my itchy Prozac and yucky Xanax,honestly i would have cracked up by now....As of now i am limited to seeing grand old statues shitting on poor unsuspecting crows and pigeons;and seeing elves walking dutifully under my bed to clear off the dust.And close behind,grabbing the second position is my new fear of kidnappers;seriously i am shit scared and i have bought myself a giant inflatable ape, currently proudly flashing its hairy self in my room,to scare away the kidnappers.
To top it all,I am suffering from a serious bout of writer's block.I feel like puking all over the place
Damn !!!! either mom dropped me on my head when i was young or i hit my head on the cradle or i got a sucker punch from the feeding bottle
fuck life
Life these days is seriously bitchy and keeping in mind the fact that i have always been a cat person,we don't agree at all....no matter what.
OCD is literally eating me up,and i seriously cant stand this shit any longer.If it were not for my itchy Prozac and yucky Xanax,honestly i would have cracked up by now....As of now i am limited to seeing grand old statues shitting on poor unsuspecting crows and pigeons;and seeing elves walking dutifully under my bed to clear off the dust.And close behind,grabbing the second position is my new fear of kidnappers;seriously i am shit scared and i have bought myself a giant inflatable ape, currently proudly flashing its hairy self in my room,to scare away the kidnappers.
To top it all,I am suffering from a serious bout of writer's block.I feel like puking all over the place
Damn !!!! either mom dropped me on my head when i was young or i hit my head on the cradle or i got a sucker punch from the feeding bottle
fuck life
Life: as we were told
...... but I do not love the bright sword for it sharpness,
nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend....-Unknown
when the light goes out,its just two of you...you and all those stuff that you are scared of.Thats pretty much how life has been for the past one month.It has been constant struggle for one whole month;the soldier is barely alive.He was battered,crushed,and churned inside out.If it were not for his one yellow-green companion and his other white companion,he would not have made it to this end of the river.The undercurrents definitely did more harm than help.
Its still all a haze.Its still foggy,acrid and stifling: and he can still feel the blood and the constant clash of metal on metal.One month of total absence from the being........a detour from life.
But it did little help;he did not come out a hero,not rich ,nor enlightened;but weaker and less stable, torn between indecision and helplessness.The soldier needs some sleep now.This is not the end nor the beginning.The winds shall blow again and the waters shall run far and deep,but its time for him to rest....to give a rest to all the burdens.Someone else must carry them now,his job is done.Its time for him to fall...fall prey to the cosmic conspiracy
He does not know why he had been doing it all his life,but he had to,for there was no one else to do it
"Those who danced were thought quite mad by those who could not hear the music." - Angela Monet
nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend....-Unknown
when the light goes out,its just two of you...you and all those stuff that you are scared of.Thats pretty much how life has been for the past one month.It has been constant struggle for one whole month;the soldier is barely alive.He was battered,crushed,and churned inside out.If it were not for his one yellow-green companion and his other white companion,he would not have made it to this end of the river.The undercurrents definitely did more harm than help.
Its still all a haze.Its still foggy,acrid and stifling: and he can still feel the blood and the constant clash of metal on metal.One month of total absence from the being........a detour from life.
But it did little help;he did not come out a hero,not rich ,nor enlightened;but weaker and less stable, torn between indecision and helplessness.The soldier needs some sleep now.This is not the end nor the beginning.The winds shall blow again and the waters shall run far and deep,but its time for him to rest....to give a rest to all the burdens.Someone else must carry them now,his job is done.Its time for him to fall...fall prey to the cosmic conspiracy
He does not know why he had been doing it all his life,but he had to,for there was no one else to do it
"Those who danced were thought quite mad by those who could not hear the music." - Angela Monet
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Depth and Silence
Once upon a time a bird was flying in the sky. Suddenly the weather became very cold and a strong wind started blowing. The bird started shivering and soon began to fall down.
Far down on earth, a cow after having eaten too much grass was having gastro-entrological problems. So it gave out a stream of fresh and hot dung.
The bird, almost dying due to the cold landed on the fresh and hot dung. The warmth of the dung came as a relief and it started singing happily and was shouting its heart out.
Then suddenly a wolf came by and ate the bird...
What is the moral of the story?
When u r in deep shit, keep ur mouth shut...
Far down on earth, a cow after having eaten too much grass was having gastro-entrological problems. So it gave out a stream of fresh and hot dung.
The bird, almost dying due to the cold landed on the fresh and hot dung. The warmth of the dung came as a relief and it started singing happily and was shouting its heart out.
Then suddenly a wolf came by and ate the bird...
What is the moral of the story?
When u r in deep shit, keep ur mouth shut...
Friday, September 21, 2007
fooling around with band gaps???
i didn't understand the stuff given in our textbook abt INDIRECT BAND GAP SEMICONDUCTORS...so i googled for it... i found this link...
http://britneyspears.ac/physics/indirect/indirect.htm
its tongue-in-cheek...
creative way to explain stuff...hehe...but the explanation given IS good enough...
http://britneyspears.ac/physics/indirect/indirect.htm
its tongue-in-cheek...
creative way to explain stuff...hehe...but the explanation given IS good enough...
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
The special bond...outside the workshop
If u ppl ever wondered what a true and faithful relationship was, then its time to reveal to the world the solidity of the bond that two people very dear to us share...beloved and respected workshop instructor smt. radhamoni, and the young, blossoming and energetic programming teacher, kum. linu shine...
i have genuine respect for radhamoni ma'am and her ideals of perfection.. i'm amazed by the magnitude of strain she undergoes to inculcate a systematic approach in the lives of a bunch of unruly kids... u would definitely have some complaints and arguments if u r a person who takes things casually and wanna lead a convenient life...
i dare not describe anything more abt ma'am because one day after we all got our records corrected and were standing outside discussing abt her tactics, out of the slip of my tongue i mentioned that she was a "paavam"... for the next few minutes i saw only stars everywhere...oh dear god! this generation is seriously out of gear...
linu shine...would like to vilify her a little...now..what happens if somebody drank water in class without her permission? she cries and runs to radhamoni ma'am with the complaint...they conduct discussions and brainstorming sessions together and decide to take up the issue with the staff adviser...ultimately the principal brings out a rule that students must not drink water in class without linu shine's permission...educational decree no: 37 (section # linu shine)...this doesn't mean i'm gonna stop playing chess forever... let her keep running to ma'am frequently...for she is incapable of handling a few students in her class for the deadly crimes they've committed...both ma'am and linu shine r on the path of reform...the former pursues out of in-born quality, and the latter tries to imitate in vain the actions of the former by just playing the good girl..
god bless my soul if our adviser or teacher would read this post...(i seriously respect ma'am and james sir)
i have genuine respect for radhamoni ma'am and her ideals of perfection.. i'm amazed by the magnitude of strain she undergoes to inculcate a systematic approach in the lives of a bunch of unruly kids... u would definitely have some complaints and arguments if u r a person who takes things casually and wanna lead a convenient life...
i dare not describe anything more abt ma'am because one day after we all got our records corrected and were standing outside discussing abt her tactics, out of the slip of my tongue i mentioned that she was a "paavam"... for the next few minutes i saw only stars everywhere...oh dear god! this generation is seriously out of gear...
linu shine...would like to vilify her a little...now..what happens if somebody drank water in class without her permission? she cries and runs to radhamoni ma'am with the complaint...they conduct discussions and brainstorming sessions together and decide to take up the issue with the staff adviser...ultimately the principal brings out a rule that students must not drink water in class without linu shine's permission...educational decree no: 37 (section # linu shine)...this doesn't mean i'm gonna stop playing chess forever... let her keep running to ma'am frequently...for she is incapable of handling a few students in her class for the deadly crimes they've committed...both ma'am and linu shine r on the path of reform...the former pursues out of in-born quality, and the latter tries to imitate in vain the actions of the former by just playing the good girl..
god bless my soul if our adviser or teacher would read this post...(i seriously respect ma'am and james sir)
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Donate blood...our blog is dying
The only thing thats gonna help this blog survive the struggle for existence is that we start discussing abt the people in our class... so, shall we start?
Roll No: 1....so what do u guys really think abt roll no: 1 other than the fact that he hopes to occupy half of the class before his next birthday? (risky question...abu's gonna have me beheaded for this)
Roll No: 2... !@#$%&^*(..er...ummm...?????
oh come on guys..u r always smart at this kinda thing... i dont know what *points* to put forward.
ok so lets start putting up tech stuff then... what say?..good move or final blow?
Nitish is running outta blood...me too, occasionally... so u guys could donate some to the blog... dont worry we'r not gonna stuff bug-infected cabbage into ur oesophagus if u do something for the blog..
low 'response' to this post...then this blog will take a turn towards dirty alley...then u can be proud to be a part of it...
Roll No: 1....so what do u guys really think abt roll no: 1 other than the fact that he hopes to occupy half of the class before his next birthday? (risky question...abu's gonna have me beheaded for this)
Roll No: 2... !@#$%&^*(..er...ummm...?????
oh come on guys..u r always smart at this kinda thing... i dont know what *points* to put forward.
ok so lets start putting up tech stuff then... what say?..good move or final blow?
Nitish is running outta blood...me too, occasionally... so u guys could donate some to the blog... dont worry we'r not gonna stuff bug-infected cabbage into ur oesophagus if u do something for the blog..
low 'response' to this post...then this blog will take a turn towards dirty alley...then u can be proud to be a part of it...
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
CHK this out
| N | Noisy |
| I | Insane |
| T | Tough |
| I | Irresistible |
| S | Silky |
| H | Handsome |
Name Acronym Generator
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Name Acronym Generator
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Avi's Concerns
Avinash seems to be truly concerned about all the poor, sick and dying people in the world.
Why else is it that almost 90% of the mails that he sends are about some old bitch in Rwanda who is dying of Cancer/AIDS/some other bullshit, and how she has made a deal with Google /Yahoo /Orkut /AOL / sum other bullshit.com, to pay her money($$$) for each time the mail is forwarded.
So kudos to Avinash and all his efforts to make this world a better place to those who cannot afford to die peacefully. And Shame on all the others who did not forward all the junk that he sent.
Why else is it that almost 90% of the mails that he sends are about some old bitch in Rwanda who is dying of Cancer/AIDS/some other bullshit, and how she has made a deal with Google /Yahoo /Orkut /AOL / sum other bullshit.com, to pay her money($$$) for each time the mail is forwarded.
So kudos to Avinash and all his efforts to make this world a better place to those who cannot afford to die peacefully. And Shame on all the others who did not forward all the junk that he sent.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Why is N5 so Fucked Up?????
Why is it that it seems that N5 always seems to complain and complain and do nothing but complain about why much his life has been so fucked up after coming to Trivandrum and this college????
The City or should I say the town sucks, the markets suck, the classes are a big bore, the teachers suck, the girls suck, no one enjoys life, etc, etc, these are the common complaints of N5 about his life. It was all so wonderfull in New Delhi, with all the weirdness and craziness which is missing in this city. N5 had cool friends, did crazy things like walking miles on end in the hot sun to filming attempts to suicide(that was real fun). Eating weird food, doing crazy stuff was all life in Delhi was about and it was really great fun for N5.
The answer to the question is TV. And more specifically Star World, Zee Cafe, Vh1 and the english movie channels. By seeing nothing Indian and only the 'hip' firangi serials like Friends, one gets a false idea of how life actually should be like and what life in India actually is. We always try to emulate what we see on TV. We all try to get together a gang of boys and girls who would stick together and eat daily from the same place(this being the school/college canteen) just like it was on friends. We try to start our own Rock bands like the garage bands all the americans in the TV had when they were just 12. We put together a bunch of big babol tattoos together to get a cool and punk rock tattoo on our body. Not forgetting all the Mohawks, spikes, and attempted rockstar style nose length hair.
It is this lifestyle that seems to have destroyed all the kids from the city. They have no idea what really India is. But of course N5 is not completely an attempted american. He knows where his roots lie. Its in the streets of New Delhi that he grew up in, with all the baoli's and chat shops around. But it is in Trivandrum that N5 is gonna stay for some years and he has to learn to adjust here. But of course it would take some time for N5 to come to terms with the sheer absence of anything interesting to do.
And N5 promises to tone down his bitching about Trivandrum.
The City or should I say the town sucks, the markets suck, the classes are a big bore, the teachers suck, the girls suck, no one enjoys life, etc, etc, these are the common complaints of N5 about his life. It was all so wonderfull in New Delhi, with all the weirdness and craziness which is missing in this city. N5 had cool friends, did crazy things like walking miles on end in the hot sun to filming attempts to suicide(that was real fun). Eating weird food, doing crazy stuff was all life in Delhi was about and it was really great fun for N5.
The answer to the question is TV. And more specifically Star World, Zee Cafe, Vh1 and the english movie channels. By seeing nothing Indian and only the 'hip' firangi serials like Friends, one gets a false idea of how life actually should be like and what life in India actually is. We always try to emulate what we see on TV. We all try to get together a gang of boys and girls who would stick together and eat daily from the same place(this being the school/college canteen) just like it was on friends. We try to start our own Rock bands like the garage bands all the americans in the TV had when they were just 12. We put together a bunch of big babol tattoos together to get a cool and punk rock tattoo on our body. Not forgetting all the Mohawks, spikes, and attempted rockstar style nose length hair.
It is this lifestyle that seems to have destroyed all the kids from the city. They have no idea what really India is. But of course N5 is not completely an attempted american. He knows where his roots lie. Its in the streets of New Delhi that he grew up in, with all the baoli's and chat shops around. But it is in Trivandrum that N5 is gonna stay for some years and he has to learn to adjust here. But of course it would take some time for N5 to come to terms with the sheer absence of anything interesting to do.
And N5 promises to tone down his bitching about Trivandrum.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Democracy
Democracy is where for the 51% majority, the 49% are sacrificed.
What say???? Any Comments????
What the problem with democracy, according to me, is that nobody seems to actually understand it. Everywhere in the newspaper and the media we find people bashing the politicians of our country. "The govt. doesn't do this, the govt. doesn't do that, the govt. if full of criminals, etc, etc." Why is it that it never occurs to anyone that we the people are the ones who vote for these so called criminals.
THE GOVERNMENT SUCKS BECAUSE WE, THE PEOPLE, SUCK.
Keeping the govt. in good shape and free from corruption is our responsibility. Instead of blaming our beloved MP's and MLA's whom we voted into power we should blame ourselves for voting for them in the first place. Now think
Is Democracy something that would actually work???
What say???? Any Comments????
What the problem with democracy, according to me, is that nobody seems to actually understand it. Everywhere in the newspaper and the media we find people bashing the politicians of our country. "The govt. doesn't do this, the govt. doesn't do that, the govt. if full of criminals, etc, etc." Why is it that it never occurs to anyone that we the people are the ones who vote for these so called criminals.
THE GOVERNMENT SUCKS BECAUSE WE, THE PEOPLE, SUCK.
Keeping the govt. in good shape and free from corruption is our responsibility. Instead of blaming our beloved MP's and MLA's whom we voted into power we should blame ourselves for voting for them in the first place. Now think
Is Democracy something that would actually work???
Saturday, August 25, 2007
ONAM is here!!
hi everyone,
wishing all of you heartfelt onam wishes!!
thanks to jithu,johns,jaffer,rakesh and all the others for conducting very enjoyable onam celebrations.the 'sadya' was very good too.
cya all on sept 4th.happy hols!!!!
wishing all of you heartfelt onam wishes!!
thanks to jithu,johns,jaffer,rakesh and all the others for conducting very enjoyable onam celebrations.the 'sadya' was very good too.
cya all on sept 4th.happy hols!!!!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
when i saw ash from up-close
bollywood's learning something alright! like makin some good movies...some 'actually-good' movies...movie story writers have never been intelligent enough to learn bigger shapes than "(love) triangles (and squares, occasionally)" ..so how abt saying that the folk r fed up of watching sickeningly romantic movies all the while and have progressed summat to appreciate the crap out of movies with good themes...well???
whats the new jolt in the abs then?...ppl have started realising that relationships besides stranger-girl--stranger-boy exist...lets say, hopefully we'll soon have movies that focus on relationships like father-son or sister-brother, instead of the monotonous 1-4-3 ones ending up in the hero and heroine dancing away merrily in switzerland, and where later on the heroine's daddy sends out a couple of gangsta kids who teach the hero a lesson and whip him in the arse...but still he manages..he gracefully 'adjusts' and using his brawns, wins the heart of his....yuck!!
"chak de india", " cheeni kum","swades", "nishabd", "bhagban"... movies with a message, we definitely need to have more of them...thankfully the malayalam industry is millions of times better off, since the big names here do not think that beating up a dozen rogues with the little finger and triumphantly twirling their moustache is their only job...indians r probably learning slowly to accept only something thats definitely not larger than life...
dhoom 2: first day, evening show, the last entry...i got a ticket in the lower circle, and sat in the very first row...tilting my head unto the mid-heavens, in wait of some promised action on the screen... body-gel manufacturers musta made a real good deal from the movie.. ash, bipasha and hrithik were bent on showing ppl their inability to afford clothing.. i dont give a tiny rat's underwear abt their "physique or whatever"... but i know... i tell u i was sitting in the first row... and there was too much oil on their skin... from that position, if u watch the movie while u r healthy, u r gonna have a severe stomach ache (i'm the anubhavam guru here)... but if u r helpless with constipation..like u haven't been able to shit in the last six months or something, and have tried out every possible pill, then dhoom 2 is ur saviour...the oily torsos will surely jiggle up the rotting stuff in ur intestines and u can purge with relief...aah!
whats the new jolt in the abs then?...ppl have started realising that relationships besides stranger-girl--stranger-boy exist...lets say, hopefully we'll soon have movies that focus on relationships like father-son or sister-brother, instead of the monotonous 1-4-3 ones ending up in the hero and heroine dancing away merrily in switzerland, and where later on the heroine's daddy sends out a couple of gangsta kids who teach the hero a lesson and whip him in the arse...but still he manages..he gracefully 'adjusts' and using his brawns, wins the heart of his....yuck!!
"chak de india", " cheeni kum","swades", "nishabd", "bhagban"... movies with a message, we definitely need to have more of them...thankfully the malayalam industry is millions of times better off, since the big names here do not think that beating up a dozen rogues with the little finger and triumphantly twirling their moustache is their only job...indians r probably learning slowly to accept only something thats definitely not larger than life...
dhoom 2: first day, evening show, the last entry...i got a ticket in the lower circle, and sat in the very first row...tilting my head unto the mid-heavens, in wait of some promised action on the screen... body-gel manufacturers musta made a real good deal from the movie.. ash, bipasha and hrithik were bent on showing ppl their inability to afford clothing.. i dont give a tiny rat's underwear abt their "physique or whatever"... but i know... i tell u i was sitting in the first row... and there was too much oil on their skin... from that position, if u watch the movie while u r healthy, u r gonna have a severe stomach ache (i'm the anubhavam guru here)... but if u r helpless with constipation..like u haven't been able to shit in the last six months or something, and have tried out every possible pill, then dhoom 2 is ur saviour...the oily torsos will surely jiggle up the rotting stuff in ur intestines and u can purge with relief...aah!
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Awe-fuckin-some
With the owerwhelming response to this blog, I'd like to state that this blog is almost as big a success as The Applied Criminals community on orkut. Thats where the last post was on 28 july. So to everyone involved in this massive project, keep up the good work.
By the way Srivardhan/Avinash whoever it is running this blog, could ya reduce the amount of bling. Its taking up too much time to load on even a decent broadband connection.
PS :- N5 is now in Ahmedabad. Its a rockin place. Actually the best place for waya-nokal. The girls are hot and N5 means HOT as in Kandhari Chilli+Tabasco Sauce HOT. They are defenitely much better than the usual Trivandrum/Kerala lot. The only problem is that N5 now has to learn Gujurati.
PPS :- N5 is the one who has continously posted in this blog 5 times. WHOOOOO-HOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
By the way Srivardhan/Avinash whoever it is running this blog, could ya reduce the amount of bling. Its taking up too much time to load on even a decent broadband connection.
PS :- N5 is now in Ahmedabad. Its a rockin place. Actually the best place for waya-nokal. The girls are hot and N5 means HOT as in Kandhari Chilli+Tabasco Sauce HOT. They are defenitely much better than the usual Trivandrum/Kerala lot. The only problem is that N5 now has to learn Gujurati.
PPS :- N5 is the one who has continously posted in this blog 5 times. WHOOOOO-HOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, August 17, 2007
Ernakulam / Cochin
People of Trivandrum rejoice. Cochin is as boring and useless as Trivandrum and it is in no ways better than it. That is only if you are all alone and walking in the hot sun with nothing to do. With the advice of the great Subu, the writer went in search of the famous jetty of meneka. It does not exist. What he did see was the swan boat of the trip. And also the ships and boats in the lake/kayal/backwater. MG Road is as exciting to an average CETian as a six-stroke engine is to an electronics engineer. It has nothin more than a lot of gold shops. Though you also have a SUBWAY and also the ChicKing where the writer spent Rs120 on a burger!!!!! What Cochin lacks is ATMs and roadside sharjah shops. So if in any case you come to Cochin make sure you have two things: Cash and a Boy/Girl friend. Becuse if you do have these two things, you can have bout 3 times more fun than you can in TVM. Otherwise you will end up lyk the writer, in a cyber cafe, writing bout your misery.
ON blogging
I think i have found out why this blog is not working lyk it should be and why there a no real interests in this thing. Even though our class is full of poets, writers, scholars and philosophers, this blog has nothing real other than srivardhan's post. The rest of us have only contributed by wishing each other Hi and Hello. The reason behind this is that we are more busy talkin bout our worthless and useless lives to some friend who lives next door on orkut. Thanks to orkut most of us do not even check our emails anymore. The fact that this blog is a failure is a proof that we the students of applied SUCK and are nothing but LOSERS. Comin to think of it half of those visitin this may not even be reading this thing. that means i can write thingss like FUCK, SUCK, COCK, BASTARD and get away with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If You have read this give a fitting reply. (srivardhan and avinash not allowed)
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Chak De India
A cool movie really worth watchin. But make sure to brush up your haryanvi, punjabi, jarkhandi, manipuri, etc, etc... and especially you hindi before ya go and watch this one. Most of the jokes are in the local languages. Sharukh's jus ok but its the rest of the cast, which was largely unknown till now, who shine throught the movie. True hockey fans might find the matches a bit unreealistic but i suppose there are no hockey fans in our class!!!!
Watch It
Watch It
Friday, August 3, 2007
sophomores day
is any1 thinkin of doin nythin for the sophomores day samanya or whatever its named. nithin did take money from us. so any1 up 4 singin or dancin or even fashion shows or maybe a striptease!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i would want to see subu sing nd dance together.
Monday, July 30, 2007
oh no! music is a compulsory headache
two months ago, a very frustrated subu sent me a message straight out of his heart, that read
"what the hell is going on.. idea star singer, airtel super singer!!! next will be hutch..Bsnl won't, atleast..govt wont waste money on unnecessary things...man! music used to be a gift to a few blessed souls..and they were respected, but nowadays it appears to have become a basic qualification without which u r useless...music was once the solution to relieve tension, today it has become something that is created in a tension filled atmosphere!! da where is the world bloody headin to?"
this frustrated dude's desp-o-meter struck alarming levels at the realisation of an even more alarming reality.. yeah, music has sort of become a part of the regular everyday lexicon and the word doesn't really strike all the right chords in ur heart all the time.. just anybody can sing (i'd better use the word a li'l more carefully next time) after ages of training and practice...so whats the big deal in claiming that u can..er..sing too?...its plainer than the truth that u can talk, buddy...
its a compulsory hobby..if its not there on ur list, better add it right now or the world will shun u for eternity.. wondering what the ruckus and ballyhoo on the television is all about? its music all right, but it is delivered with emotions attached... the cameramen and audio effects personnel do one hell of a job in focussing on the instantaneous chemistry of a contestant who's music has been declared unworthy.. aww! how sweet of them to encourage the feeling of empathy in thousands of families that tune in to this rude, bullying non-sense of a depressing emotional show-biz.. why blame these guys anyway?...thats what they do in america, so its gotta be done here too.. sounds like truly fair logic huh?...its just like people here practise yoga and stuff because its such a prestige to be doing so if u r on the other side of the planet.. n when r u gonna get ur "Om" T-shirt?
no offence to contestants and aspirants who really know what music is all about.. its a whole another story of triumph if u win, but u r welcome to join the club if u too r slapped on stage in front of millions of people and spat on the face with the comment that u did not really "sing"
"what the hell is going on.. idea star singer, airtel super singer!!! next will be hutch..Bsnl won't, atleast..govt wont waste money on unnecessary things...man! music used to be a gift to a few blessed souls..and they were respected, but nowadays it appears to have become a basic qualification without which u r useless...music was once the solution to relieve tension, today it has become something that is created in a tension filled atmosphere!! da where is the world bloody headin to?"
this frustrated dude's desp-o-meter struck alarming levels at the realisation of an even more alarming reality.. yeah, music has sort of become a part of the regular everyday lexicon and the word doesn't really strike all the right chords in ur heart all the time.. just anybody can sing (i'd better use the word a li'l more carefully next time) after ages of training and practice...so whats the big deal in claiming that u can..er..sing too?...its plainer than the truth that u can talk, buddy...
its a compulsory hobby..if its not there on ur list, better add it right now or the world will shun u for eternity.. wondering what the ruckus and ballyhoo on the television is all about? its music all right, but it is delivered with emotions attached... the cameramen and audio effects personnel do one hell of a job in focussing on the instantaneous chemistry of a contestant who's music has been declared unworthy.. aww! how sweet of them to encourage the feeling of empathy in thousands of families that tune in to this rude, bullying non-sense of a depressing emotional show-biz.. why blame these guys anyway?...thats what they do in america, so its gotta be done here too.. sounds like truly fair logic huh?...its just like people here practise yoga and stuff because its such a prestige to be doing so if u r on the other side of the planet.. n when r u gonna get ur "Om" T-shirt?
no offence to contestants and aspirants who really know what music is all about.. its a whole another story of triumph if u win, but u r welcome to join the club if u too r slapped on stage in front of millions of people and spat on the face with the comment that u did not really "sing"
clipped my wings.....i m ready to walk
Most of my parents’ friends and most of my parents’ friends’ children, also have degrees. This doesn’t mean that they’ve managed to find the kind of work they wanted. Not at all; they went to university because someone, at a time when
universities seemed important, said that, in order to rise in the world, you had to have a degree. And thus the world was deprived of some excellent gardeners, bakers, antique dealers, sculptors,painters and writers.’......PAULO COELHO....THE WITCH OF PORTOBELLO
universities seemed important, said that, in order to rise in the world, you had to have a degree. And thus the world was deprived of some excellent gardeners, bakers, antique dealers, sculptors,painters and writers.’......PAULO COELHO....THE WITCH OF PORTOBELLO
Sunday, July 29, 2007
what this buzz is all about...
hi there friends!!
with nothing interesting to do on a sultry sunday, it occurred to me that i could create a li'l team blog... some kind of an informal platform where we can put up stuff... anything from ideas to non-sense... pictures to music... holiday news to group strategies... whatever it maybe for, its ur arena...
do contribute if u r interested... we'll need this one for keeping in touch with each other later on...
with nothing interesting to do on a sultry sunday, it occurred to me that i could create a li'l team blog... some kind of an informal platform where we can put up stuff... anything from ideas to non-sense... pictures to music... holiday news to group strategies... whatever it maybe for, its ur arena...
do contribute if u r interested... we'll need this one for keeping in touch with each other later on...
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