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…………….