never has the title of this blog totally frustrated made more sense to me
more on it when i get atleast an hour or two of divine slumber

Addicted!!

YES.. finally i bare my heart open for thee!!!

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I am an addict!!!

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I am an addict to Prison Break!

An addict to Heroes!!!!

An addict to LOST!!

An addict to HIMYM!!!!!!!

Oh.. dear sweet world... What would I be without these addictions? What meaning to Tuesday afternoons, Friday nights? These addictions , they define my world and how can I exist without the world!!!

your sentiments exactly the grass is always greener on the other side syndrome ....
buts in a way thats what gets us thru life in a sense the feeling that there is always something better waiting for us at the end of the tunnel
we are so depressed because we really dont know what we want from our lives our perception of fun keeps changing so rapidly that we really dont know what makes us happy no more

but i tell you what everyone craves for more than anything approval.... after sex that is.....
most of us do the things that we do in our lives either getting laid or to seeks someone aprroval to show that your good at something ........ and the people who say they dont give a shit about what other think about them just arent getting the approval they believe they deserve and are just generating self approval :P
the feeling that you get when you have defeated some one at something at anything is intoxicating lets face it ... getting the better of someone does give us great saddistic pleasure thatsthe only reason why sport even exists
everything is a bloody competition and thats what life is you are happy if you are a winner and sad if you are loser...........

Hmm.. thus finally the quiz one has gotten over!

Actually its not completely over for me, since the "T" slot quiz is left, which is gonna be on the coming friday. Anyways such trivial intricacies aside the series as such can safely be assumed to have ended and the time to put peace in life started.

One of the things that I have realized over time, is how you have so many "important and fun" activities to do when you are busy with something, but when you find that you actually have a lot of time at your hands, you have absolutely nothing to do. Its like, for the entire exam period you will be like looking forward to the last day, and suddenly when the last day arrives you realize that its nothing so great. You realize that the one thing which you so eagerly sought for was just an other ordinary, mundane, banal thing of no particualr importance nor significance.

I dunno whats the reason for this "down feeling" I am experiencing these days. As though there is something lacking, some fire, some spirit, that burning emotion driving you from the inside, all that simply seems to be lacking. Its as though I have grown weary of this world. Maybe a significant cause of this effect is the poems and other pieces of literature that I had to study as a part of my English course. In almost all those literary works, the poets and authors seem to lament the inexplicably pathetic and helpless state of human mind and they seek refuge in the palaces of high thoughts and philosophy. Are they being wise or is it just plain cowardice?.. An outright refusal to face reality and truth!.

Maybe even I am wishing the same. An escape into imaginary lands where no laws apply. Where the mind and body are together and free alike, unrestrained neither by the physical flaws of human body nor by the cultural, moral and social blocks set around our thinking and reasoning.
I really dont know, what it is that I really wish for. Guess thats the case with most of us. We really dont know what we want. Even if we claim to be sure of knowing what it is that we want to achieve, we can never be sure of whether that thing, once achieved, will actually give the happiness that we expect out of it. This state of uncertainity is omniprescent in each and every second of our lifes, that most of the time we don even realize that its there. Its like the faded smell to which we already adjusted and accepted as a part and pacel of our existence.

Any talks or thoughts on life is really incomplete if we take into consideration only one person and his life. Man , being a social being, his often affected as much by his peers as he is by himself. Or in other words the decisions and behaviour of people around him influences his life, as much or even more, than his own decisions and attitude does. This ironical state of dependance is like the 2 -edged sword, which takes both yours and your opponents life.

This topic and my writing is really not going anywhere. Guess I have become one of those freaks, who type whatever they think. Its really funny, this act of typing whatever the heck you are thinking and see them being converted into black and white each and every second. Guess I am gonna stop now. Nothing much more to say. I started writing this thinking I had lot of thoughts to share, some groudbreaking, others earth shattering. But in the end i guess nothing except some gibberish actually materialized. This makes me wonder whether the real truth is actually gibberish. Because whenever we let out minds wander free, the resulting thoughts are rarely coherent. Maybe thats coz, order and coherence are human (willful) creations., not natural! This again makes me debate on whats natural and whats not. Human thoughts and actions are natural .. arent they?.. But then whats unnatural?. Even a predetermined action surely cannot be unnatural in the true literary sense of the word. Guess these days we are taking too much liberties into englih lanuage and guesss right now I am taking too much liberties with the readers( if anys) patience. What a crack that was!... the perfect pun!!... if i might say so..

yeah.. i knw... sad...AINT't!!!

Some interesting memories

You know what?

It struck me some 10 minutes back..

Why the fuck do we take photos????? The reason why we take photos are to freeze time, to retain the good old times we have had. But more often than not, we forget about these wonderful photos and memories that we gathered along the path of life. So here I am, in an attempt to revive those wonderful memories, posting some of the most controversial of them all. I dunno who are gonna see this and what effects they are going to have... but this is sure to open a bloody big can of worms,..




now that the build up is perfect.. here you go.... :)


THE TOTALLY BOOZED AND FAGGED UP MALLU GANG: presenting from the left; Pandy, Kudiyan( IP 1), Ganga ,Kullan, Kundan and yours truly!!!










hehe... and now that the shock has sunk in and just when "CntrlCCntrlV" though he was saved..here is the another one for the MASSES


BOOZED AND FAGGED UP AGAIN: pandy vainly trying to cover his face while the standing bhendi tries to make sense of things..:)


P.S.. I knw this will catch your attention....SUCKERS!!!!

A deserted beach with wind on my face and THE girl by my side!.. thats my idea of heaven

Replace THE girl with 3 more equally despo guys and it was tonight!!..
Add a fag too btw....:)

well well..... what can i say it seems i have been summoned :)
so what do i write about
1:the routine rape that we are subjected to every other day that we are actually shocked if it didnt happen
2:My boring life :life sucks period..... thats all there is to it
3:New ways of Rging that i was subjected to in past month or so
4:THe department intern process hmmmn now this does warrant a blog maybe even a mail to those chundaes handling or should i say fucking up the entire process
5:my habit of procrastination :) a result of which is me postponing the job of finishing this blog


ps i havent slept in the last 40 hours :(

Why the fuck?

Why the fuck are my co bloggers CntrlCCntrlV and gku not posting??????

behanchods......

A Sequel to Raped

This takes off where Mr. Wolverine left off in his previous post.. Here are my grim experiences with the same bloody exam.
If spending a beautiful weekend, which held innumerable promises, on reading up totally screwed up chapters of a book that someone wrote whenever he was frustrated with his wife, and reading powerpoint slides which was made by someone with the creativity of a 3rd grade kid, was not enough, there was a free monday afternoon also that was spent on this futile exercise. The entire procedure was so interesting that reading the stuff continuously for half an hour without dozing off would be considered a heroic achievement.
As usual, the learning process for me gained momentum only on monday afternoon. The learning and the periodic dozing off progressed at satisfactory rates until dinner time. After dinner at 9 PM, I got back to the studies, and in another half an hour, wolverine found my room dark, and yours truly fast asleep on the bed.
However, all was well planned. The alarm sounded as planned at 4 AM, and I was back on track. Occasional splashes of cold water helped in prolonging the period of assimilation of knowledge (?) between periodic dozing off. Everything was well taken care of, a day well begun, and I am safely seated in the exam hall 5 minutes before the scheduled exam time (hurray).
And then, the shock wave hits. The infamous question paper, described in enough detail by wolverine, is thrust into my hands. In five minutes, I realized that I am no better off than any random guy who stumbled into the exam hall and was asked to answer the paper. Interpolation of interpolated values, guesswork, absurd simplifications, and so on. Needless to say, it left me devastated, and a major chunk of my class was in no different state.
I think the best way to wind up would be with the words that Mr. Caninus wrote for the third question:

Answering this question requires one to learn up a formula that is so huge, that it is unethical for you to expect us to learn it.

More will follow as soon as the much awaited answer scripts are graded and returned.

Raped

haHA. THE NAME SAYS IT ALL!!!

Got roded aka fucked aka raped today in B slot quiz!>..:)

A bullshit fucking paper which even the madarchodh who set it wouldn have solved in his lifetime!!..

A brief description of the paper:

Question 1:

This required some 30 odd values which was to be referred, interpolated, extrapolated and whatever else one knows to do with them from an arbit logarithemic level table!
After doing all that we should again work on those stupid values and do some "god knows what" to find the answer( apparantely there is one!!!)
Min time required by anthropological standards: insanely large to put in hours...!!, weightage: 9 marks

Question 2:

Didn't read!!!
Min time reqd as per statistical agreement among persons who did attempt and of course read the qn: 1 hr, weightage: 9 marks

Question 3:

Required one to cram up and remember some very arbit eqn which obviously no sane person would!
Min time reqd: no idea, weightage: 5 marks

Question 4:

The only qn which i KNEW... didn get time to write... :(
Min time reqd.. couple of minutes, weightage: 2 marks

Qn 5 and Qn 6

Both 2 mark qns , but had no clue watsover... guess u wud take 5 minutes for them!


So tht wraps it up... and of course the given time for exam, was 50 minutes!!!

night out

hmm.. the topics shld have been more like "end sem fever ' and or " tragedies of IIT life" ... well, I don think I am going to put any night outs, simply don have the ethnu for it.. :{

2 days to go and absolutely nothing in my head... deja vu's have never been this strong!!

night out

well what can i say its that time of the year once again....a fortnight of night outs await us..
These precious hours of the night in which we cram up zillions of formulaes,countless theorems ,glance at tutscurse proffs.... all in all these are the hours which transform us into so called engineers,geeks ,fundae gods ,chuths ...... that we are
to be continued at a later time co blogmates chip in this surely is a topic very dear to you as well i guess

Not to be left behind

Mr Wolverine, who is my co-author of this blog, has been quite excited by the life around him, that he has managed a considerable number of posts before I even managed to gather enough enthusiasm (and time) to make my presence felt here. So I shall start off by describing my very boring schedule of the day, to do some justice to the title of the blog.

5AM: Wake up to the alarm I had set last night on my phone. By the time I manage to snooze it, I realize that i forgot to turn off the music I had been playing on my computer last night, and needless to say, all the famous personalities of all the woods of the country did an excellent job in preventing me from getting back to sleep. Wide awake now, I start wondering why on earth I had set an alarm for such an early time. Slowly, the picture becomes clearer. I had a Lab report (of which enough and more has been said) to submit today, on which I am yet to start working. The alarm was the product of my procrastination last night. Reluctantly, I get off my bed and thus started another uneventful day of my life.

7 AM: Done with the crazy thing. Congratulate myself for having finished it on time, with enough time left to prepare for attending the first lecture of the day. Realize to my dismay that I forgot to collect back my bicycle from the repairman, who had asked me to collect it y'day evening. I dont have enough time left to walk all the way, but I decide to give it a shot anyway.

8 AM: Walking out of the mess building, I find that there's a bus on the bus stop. Makes an attempt to run to reach it, but it leaves as soon as i reach the road, leaving me exhausted, having had a sprint right after my breakfast. Cursing the universe, I decide to walk all the way. (Not that I had a choice.)

8.10 AM: Almost reached the classroom. I find my classmates on their way back from the classroom. Class canceled for no apparent reason. Cursing myself, I start walking back. Midway, I decide not to go all the way back, but while away the free time in the adjacent building. Spent the next hour exploring unseen corners of this building, which happens to be highly branched and awfully huge.

9 AM: Bored of walking around. Settles down in the classroom where I have the next class at 10. A cute girl who was in the classroom leaps out of the room as soon as I enter (Why???), leaving me along in the room. I decide to spend the time in the best way possible. Yes, I doze off.

10 AM: Woken up by all the noise made by people walking into the class. This is followed by a totally normal hour of class, followed by another hour of totally abnormal class. In the latter, half an hour was wasted by the professor and his bunch of assistants who were trying to figure out how to power on the lights and microphone in the room. The prof proceeds with his boring lecture, overshooting his time by 15 minutes.

12.15 PM: Another boring lunch in the boring mess hall. Starts walking back to the classroom.

1 PM: Prof walks in and starts writing "No Class". Overjoyed, I proceed to figuring out how to spend the hour fruitfully. All hopes shattered when he appends the statement with a "on xx/02/2007". Dejected, I give myself up to suffer another lecture by the prof.

2 PM: The grand finale, the LAB !! The overenthusiastic instructor proceeds to explain to us how a boring machine placed in a boring lab can convert a rectangular piece of metal to a random, boring shape. The torture goes on for two hours, leaving me totally exhausted. Friends invite me to join them at CCD over a coffee.

4 PM: Discussions on random topics with the friends in CCD, sipping a cold coffee. Perhaps the least boring hour of the day. Walked back to my hostel with them.


6 PM: Decides to write a post on the blog, triggered by the guilt of not having made a post in spite of several attempts by Wolverine to make me an active blogger. Guess the day doesn't hold any more interesting or boring stuff for me. Now, where is the Publish button?

MVOSS-Part 2

Maninomander stood gazing out of the grilled window. The cold was getting to his bones these days and he longed for the arrival of summer. "Soon" , he muttered beneath his breath, suddenly not sure of what he was wishing for. Years in the army had hardened him ; no longer a stranger to either death or pain, he knew that every breath was a gift hard earned and one that should be cherished. " But I am different" he used to remind himself proudly. He still smiled upon the carefree blithe life of the young and seemed to understood the happiness in the little mischiefs of life. He always believed life to be something that should be enjoyed, not bound and strained under the chains of authority and soceity.

Still today was different. He could no longer feel the warmthness inside his heart, as though the cold outside had chilled everything including the soul. " Hmm.. How can it be so cold?. Its only November and the spring is just receeding?! "he mused loudly. The mountain looked gloomy and dark under the setting sun, it was as though the receeding rays were robbing the tall peak of its beauty and serenity. The general blinked his eyes, almost as though he was hoping against hope to wake up and feel the warm rays of the sun against his face.

The cool breeze kept wafting in. He could sense that smell, though he couldn't place it. The cold, he thought , its all the fault of the cold!. Suddenly, the mighty general felt weak and lost, as though everything he had ever held close to his heart and mind had become false and unreal. Leaning against the grill, he bent his head into the folded arms and as if from nowhere a small drop fell to the ground. " Sir, the priest has come", the sharp voice from behind the door declared.

MVOSS- Part 1

The evening by itself was rather foggy and dark. A silent chill ran through the air which made one utter that small breathless "ssshh" which ended in a vibrant gasp. The view from the mountain side was breathtaking, for it combined the transcendental beauty of the mist covered mountains with the waning strength of the setting sun's rays. All this was nothing new for Philogyne, for he had seen things far more spectacular, things that defy and revamp imagination, during his short but exciting stay of twenty odd years. Yet he let himself be amazed, he let the feeling of blissful shock overcome him, immersing in its beauty, like one seeing it all for the first time.

The wafting drafts of air carried that smell, a smell so familiar that it passed out of one's conscious self. But this time, as the breeze tickled his nose, he again felt the smell as though he was sensing it for the very first time. Random thoughts, unconnected and undisturbed by the settling hand of wisdom passed through his brain. He knew what was happening and he didnt want it to stop..

Time as a flowing river went on, shading the scenary with its invisible brush. HE felt the calming warmth on his face being erased and the wafting smell fading in his heart. As an orgasm the feeling raced through him, shattering all walls of escape and imagination. As the shivering slowed down, he knew the time had finally come.

The Moon

Yes, I agree this has been a rather arbit topic to blog about. But the inspiration for this blog is the result of the long, lonely walks that yours truly has been taking at nights these days. During these walks , the object of my undivided attention has been nothing but that beautiful, surreal circle of light which seems to mirror all our desires and at the same time our worst fears. Has anything else ever been so dark and mysterious, at the same time soo beautiful and enchanting!? The light that emanates from it is so unlike that from any other source; it seems to pierce right through one's eyes, on a journey that takes it right inside the very depth of one's soul. Beauty is a subjective term, but I guess this will be as close as it can ever get to a true definition or symbol.

So why has something so beautiful, always been associated with evil spirits and dark power? In almost all popular ancient schools of thought, full moon is the time at which the evil creatures of the night are the strongest. Even the werewolf of popular lore, transforms from its human form to that blood thristy monster on full moon nights (or is it on exposure to normal moon light?). Thus examples are endless for such negative symbolisms that are adjuncted to the moon. So lets give some introspections as to why such false connotations have arisen, in the meantime I will be back with my next post.

My quote for the day is:

" A thing of beauty, is a joy forever"

Fucked up Labs

There are some things in one's college life which form part of those "unforgettable" memories. Memories which you write down in diaries, memories which you blog about so lavishly, memories which you try to keep alive in the form of photos, videos and what not!BUT mind you, most part of college life or for that matter life itself, or at least a very large part of it, belongs to the group called " i am so happy the F*cK*ng thing is over" memory. Seriously, it is this group which we dont talk about and forget as soon as its over, and at times even before they are over!!Now that we have seen and heard enough about the unforgettable memories, its time for its forgotten brother to get some piece of the pubilcity cake...

One of the most unpopular and hated things in college life are the *you guessed it right* LABS!!.. From here on we wil refer to it as "You know what".The very word is a taboo in most circles, the word conjuring up images of intense torture in dimly lit rooms, where aliens * cmon, they cant be human!!* in the form of TA's bark order upon order on you to find the resulting stress concentraion and torque on some goddman drill bit. Now normally all this pain is circumvented by yours truly by some efficient use of his teammates talents and some use of his own vast potential to do "cntrlCcntrlV". Unfortunately all the usual plans and techniques fell apart in the last weeks "You know what"".

Details on that particular event, though terribly interesting, I will skip for the time being. Because, though the fuel for this particular blog was provided by it, the final spark that set things into motion, was provided by an esteemed friend who dared to ask that unanswerable question:

" WHY?"'!!!!!

WHY the bloody **** are we doing this?
WHY should we allow these predator aliens *TAs* to command us even when we know they are full of nothing but Sh*t??

and so on and so forth the WHY s go...

Basically I hope you guys get an idea of my emotions, coz I am pretty much tired of typing. So for the time being, let the WHY s remain unanswered and let the aliens continue their massacre.