Work

Yet again I dont have much to write about. I come accross these letters which are being posted as blogs i guess thats become a trend these days. You can post a blog as a letter to all your loved ones and remove all the grudges. I guess this one should be dedicated to my boss. No, i am not wasting my time writing a letter. This is about the part of my life where I spend most of my time these days, yes on a gas stove. Thats what my works about, putting off fire around east asia. This somewhat makes me feel like a fire officer.

Just another blog!!

Every time I sit down to write something on my laptop I can’t think of a particular topic blab about. So I have decided that I would write and would let the topic come on the course. I have my music on; when I look outside my window I see the rains pouring down. It makes me wonder, wonder about a lot of things. It makes me wander around my past. It makes me contemplate about my present and enthrals me about the future. It’s funny when I can’t comprehend through this journey of thoughts. When I say funny it doesn’t exactly leave a smile on my face. I take a look around my bedroom and I realize it’s been a mess ever since it became my bedroom. The cables of my bass guitar and its processor makes its look like a mini studio without most of the equipment’s but what messes up the entire set up is my study. I don’t know if it’s eligible to be a called a study now. The acoustic on my bed is its eye candy. It’s funny when my mom comes every second day and tries to strum the strings, this does leave a smile on my face and when I say smile it’s an understatement. The latest edition in my house is my cat. I always thought I would want a dog but what I get is a cat. This fellow is my mom’s eye candy. To be honest he is a bit interesting, nothing less than a dog I must say but yes lazy, very lazy.

Since I am at home for the last few days now I came across the most happening thing on the web “Facebook”. This is the place people can be whatever they want to be. It’s funny I come across status messages which reads “had an awesome day” or “today the waves were of my height”. I can’t help ignore all this and laugh and trust me it’s worth a laugh. I don’t know if it’s that important to let the world know if u feeling sad or happy or in other words why do we enjoy so much attention?? Off late there’s been a lot of chaos in regards to the “lok pal bill” which has become the new subject of everyone’s attention and it’s nice that people are supporting it through Facebook. I don’t know how that really helps. Is it that we are creating awareness??? People using Facebook on the web are that secluded from the world that they aren’t aware of what’s going on?? I somehow wish I can go back to that age where we didn’t have Facebook, not having a mobile phone or a post graduate degree wasn’t the comprehension to judge a person. I still remember going to college with 20 bucks in my pocket and making the most of it. I know those days aren’t going to come back but it makes me proud that I was once part of that generation when people were what they seemed like. But I guess it’s nice if I meet “Chappal” in person and when she becomes a“joota” on Facebook.

The awesomeness of Facebook just can’t be measured by fake personalities loitering all over it. You can humiliate a few people, embarrass them to the verge of their agony and god knows what not. But you do get to meet your long lost friends and connect with them. Personally this was my favourite feature of these networking sites until I became a victim of it.

The wonders of the web will make me wander through my thoughts and it’s just not the web it’s everything else as well. It teaches me to welcome change with utmost humility before it changes you to become a delicacy for others.

Shashe buri des!!!

It’s been a while from the last time I wrote something on the web. The title is a Japanese phrase for the same quote (it’s been a while). Last night it struck into my head that I haven’t posted anything for quite some time and then there was a terrific beginning which followed through but now as I have finally started writing I don’t remember the beginning nor the topic I was going to write about. I hope that happens after some few lines have been jotted down into this word document. Since I can’t figure out what I would be writing about I just realized my blog title was called “attendence”. I don’t remember if the spelling mistake was intentional or if it was a spelling mistake. Nevertheless I found the title boring considering I wouldn’t be writing about any attendance catastrophes nor would I be writing about a revolutionary movement which apparently has become the talk for the town these days. The title is inspired by the lost prophets’ album “liberation transmission”. Yes I am inspired by Anu malik for using the word “inspired”. It’s been a while since I have done many things to honest. But it feels good when you wander around searching your interests. There are so many things I want to write about but I don’t know where I shall start. I guess I would end my blog here. I would be posting more often than I ever have.

Jaane (later)!!!!

Freaky Night Out

Last night was one of the most exiting moments came across. It had everything,from action to comedy ,thriller to murder mystery.Ok murder mystery was a bit too much. We started off from work after we were done with the work afcouse ,we illegally arranged for transport at companys expense for own liesure but i wonder if we wounldnt had done this,it wouldnt had become something which is worth writing about.
This was probably few of the last moments i was sharing with my people at work but neverthless it was worth it. It was seven of us who left work together to roopeshs place to get zonked to eternity and heaven befell upon us. Everyone of us had unique drinking habbits and so were the aftereffects. We started the evening with booze prayers and drank in the name of almost everybody at work, from our eternal love's and envies.
However the star of the evening was somebody else. The way we started off i thought it was either going to be sunay or farzaan but we had a new kid on the block,brendan. I think i would need video clipping to prove my point because words wont be enough to express my sentiments. It was 3.30 in the morning when brendan realized he was going to be spending the next one and half hour in the bathroom not brushing his teeth or takin bath but throwing up. But somehow or the other he even managed to take bath ,by the time it was 4.00 he was all drenched in his puk and was handled by the remaining zonked messiahs. Sunay remembered the walk like a egyptian move while anup tried taking off his vest for the n th time but the vest never came out. At 5.00 we realized that brendan needed a doctor so we ran to the closest doctor around ,woke him up and got him to check the patient. The next important task was to get brendan to some place accept home.Now we had the playboy in action. To be honest now the story gets a bit boring. So i would end my blog here. This incident happened two years back.
Just a tribute to my friends Sunay, Brendan, Anup , Roopesh & Farzan.Sorry for posting this so late. Cheers!!

Me, Myself & Com Science

This is my third blog. What is more applauding is that I have my exams coming up

And I am sitting before my PC and writing blogs. Its probably one of the ways to

Prepare myself to face what’s stored in the future. This one has got nothing to do with

My friends or any of the girls whom I went after. Writing blogs gives me a peace of mind

And probably has become a method of my relaxation.

As an individual I would consider myself complex, more complex than complex numbers or quantum physics. The density of this complexity is not yet measured and no ones winning a Nobel peace prize for doing that. As a profession I would call myself a student and that’s what I have been right from the age of four. The hard part is I wont stop being one till I can become a graduate. I don’t mind being a graduate it has perhaps become a childhood dream from the time I have stepped into adulthood. At this point in time I am so close to realizing that adult childhood dream but yet I am so far away from it.

After high school I started going to college. College is one thing which is common in all of my blogs. It’s probably because I can’t help myself in falling in love with it. It has given me so much, physics, math & most importantly com science, my not so favorite subject.

At least I know one thing about com science which is how it’s spelled (COMPUTER SCIENCE). Its only because of my knowledge of this I was able to clear my last four semester examinations.

Right now as I am writing this what I actually should be doing is getting myself ready to go to college but who cares a damn about it. My willingness for defiance is often mistaken for attitude. The head of my faculty invited my mother to college to tell her this very intimidating fact. I was wondering why she didn’t tell her about my eating, sleeping & drinking habits. Some big mistakes the teachers of my faculty make is they actually try and get into a conversation with me and then they repent. I don’t seem to remember an instance when I was actually allowed to sit peacefully in the class. The most amusing part was whenever I used to attend my lectures, the head of my faculty would personally come to my class, drag me out and escort me to the vice principals cabin. I was wondering why cant she just have our classroom besides his cabin at least I won’t five floors to climb over and over again. My vice princi is another piece of work. He apparently has a PhD in chemistry, so I don’t think it’s his fault. He sees me every year, every semester for only one reason, attendance & the weirdest part is I always suffer from a contagious disease called chronic tuberculosis. All the PhDs should have a weak memory otherwise there’s no point in keeping the PhD. This golden rule of PhD amnesia always works in my favor.

One day I was traveling by train to college, that’s how I usually travel and Mr. Singh our physics professor. The hard part was I found a place to sit and he was standing right in front of me. I was so courteous that I never bothered to offer him to sit and little was I aware that I was going to see him again in the class. His lectures were so interesting that I somehow managed to skip them most of the times but that day was my lucky day, I attended the lecture and slept during the class. Mr. Singh tried to ignore that for a while but when I woke up he managed to give some tips of “hospitality of train traveling to my friend who was sitting besides me”. How ironic? The poor fellow used to come to college by boat but he was taught how to travel in a train and how to offer your seat if you see your teacher standing in front of you during a lecture where you get to learn the principles of quantum mechanism of land and sea.

During my second year of graduation I had a subject called maths and I actually consider myself lucky that I had it. If I have to sincerely appreciate any department in my institution maths it would be. But yet I cant forget Mr.Gandhi who sometimes seemed to crack some really good jokes. It was only after when he used to start laughing we realized that he actually cracked one. we even had Ms.Jayaraman and she was a complete treat to our class. She was one of the reasons I had some attendence in my college during my second year. The only thing she did in the class was YAP and YAP and again YAP and we never got bored of this yapping. The more she yapped the more interesting became the lecture. One day I had to see her to get my tutorial book signed and guess wat happened next, I got the yapping of the millenium. Even when it got over I just cudnt realise why exactly did I get the peace of her mind. After attendin few lectures of maths I somehow managed to escape the practicals and and later realised It had marks. Then followed the biggest challenge getting my journal signed from her. She made me work overtime during the practicals and caught me probably a thousand times copyin there were not even 100 sums in the entire practical journal. My luck favoured and she went on a holiday to mahabaleshwar and I got my journal signed from Ms Usha M. Maths provided me with the most amazing lectures I must have attended till date.

I finally come to the most complex part of my graduation the lovely computer science.

Right from day 1 of my first year the only thing I understood about com sci was nothing. The only teacher I liked in the faculty of computer science was Ms. Shikha S but my happiness was shortlived. She was fired after I passed my first year, not her fault I woud say. Apparently no one in the class understood nything she taught us for me the case was same with all my com sci teachers and I understood more of wat she taught then nyone elses. Even behind dis there was a catch. She actually gave us a set of questions along with the answers for our semester examination and by us I mean the entire class. No teacher has ever been so generous tat she would do such a favour on me. And this one defined torture to the next level by loosing my hardware journal. She made me write the entire journal again and then wen I had already submitted the new journal she returns me the old one. may be she wanted me to keep a spare journal, just incase!!! Even com sci has a treat cartoon. And she would be Ms Geeta B. She apparently taught us Visual C++ and a free tour guide to some of the most lousy and stupid facial expressions, at least I learnt something from her but to practically implement them would be a nice facial exercise. Our faculty has all the possible characters tat a script writer needs to make a flop comedy show. Every time i walk upto Ms Hyperextension of Hypertension the response i would get is either of these three depending of the situation

a) Get out

b) Go meet mangai

c) You again??

I am talkin about Ms.Neena S . She was suppose to be our project guide. We never treated her as one. the immediate consequence was our project book didn’t get signed and we lost 5marks in university exams. Neverthless 5marks to avoid her I would say its worth it. She takes everybody for a ride to entire mumbai darshan but yet we end up in the same place where we started. Shes the Ms.Yapper of com sci and even tats an understatement. The other two techers of com sci Ms. Dimple R and Ms. Mangai S are not even worth talkin about. They are the ultimate stars of com sci and my life sucked with all of them…………….

College - A Wonderful Place

The irony of life is that u never get what u desire. Its 6am in the morning wen the alarm rings.With the ring
it brings a uncertain dilemma which lasts for another two hrs. The easiest way 2 escape the trauma is 2 put
it off and go back to sleep. Well then, thats it the story ends,a happy way 2 end the day. However ,if chosen the former
then it can never get better. What u get is always more than u desire.
Its by the virtue of parents u end up being in school,after which u pursue college and
so on . By being enrolled in the school ,what u get is a complete package of education which u cannot escape
without asking trouble, n when u finally pass out from school u realize, it wasn't much of a reason 2 crib about.
trouble usually comes with responsibilities,the higher the degree of responsibility much higher is the degree
of trouble. Parents want their wards 2 study n get settled in life. Lucky r those who succumb 2 the pressure of
their parents and make their life miserably happy and the rest ,they r asking for more trouble.
After completing my 15 years of unworthy education i fail 2 realize what did i do with the
latter 5 of them. The first two of the five had been the most healthiest years of my education not coz i was
gettin educated but i was learning everything except it. I couldn't had been more grateful 2 my examiners coz they let
me pass with marks i never expected,nevertheless surprises are a package which u get with life.in spite of
all this I couldn't resent myself from sitting in the class n of course,learning! I remember getting thrown out of the
class for my extensive learning,apart from that i was chasing my math professor for almost a week to get back my confiscated
identity card,which i required desperately coz two days later i was suppose to give my practical exams.
I would rather consider myself lucky coz then i never considered college as a hassle with became a pain.
in the years to come.
It was after my higher secondary i decided to change my college and go to a better
place to study.I don blame my parents coz of my infatuation tat i wanted 2 go 2 a better place 2 study.
And to add to my misery,the place turned out to be the best. i still don have the slightest of clue of what
i did during my first two years. Although i managed 2 scrap through my examination. Apart from
education i got something which i had never attained throughout my academic career.The obscurity of
my fame was such that i m still trying to revive what i have got. However the story is contradictory. The harder i
try to revive my character in college the worse it gets. I couldn't have asked for more than what i got . The
university keeps n academic year for months but it was only by my virtue tat i reduced the statistics to
days.I only thing i forgot was the principle of barter system which says to give something in return,thus
i ended up in my vice principal's office not once. Now what amuses me the most is tat i need something
more than a vice principal to get me back 2 my senses. I had attained the title of most notorious character
in the class,this, to my surprise inspired my fellow mates n now i have lost what i strove so hard 2 achieve, my title.
makingfriends there was more of a catastrophic disaster. It became a method 2 waste
time in a creative manner. there i learn t how to handle girls who bitch and crib too much. But the impact was
so bad that i eventually fell for the jazz they gave me. I must agree that the jazz rocked to the core and n never
came across a hurricane shit like that.