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Netaji Subash Chandra Bose International Aitport, Kolkata.

2011-12-06T23:00:00.001+05:30

Yes, THAT is where I am, and have to stay for the next 8 hours, so presently I'm sitting on a baggage trolley, with a limb on each of my bags, wondering how my eyelids are heavy at 11PM the ONE night that I can't afford to fall asleep!

The bright side here though is that when I ignore the obvious serial killers and masturbators who probably have a freezer filled with dead relatives at home (I do get carried away with descriptions), I can see some very interesting people here. I WOULD have done a very respectful and stereotypical post on them (the non-serial-killers) which highlighted the Indian-unity-in-diversity and used phrases like 'every boarding pass has a story behind it', but I just can't 'grab life and squeeze the juice of happiness out of it' (That is NOT a dialogue from a porno. I ACTUALLY overheard someone here say it!) because:

1. This guy here has contortion-ed himself into this very baba-ramdev-esque pose in an attempt to fall asleep on the rigidly fixed benched and failed miserably, the outcome of which is that the hairiest buttcrack in the world is being shoved (quite literally) in my face. Which admittedly, I did try to snap a picture of, in an attempt to share the sight with you people (you can NOT blame me for not wanting to go through this alone, hell it looks like Osama Bin Laden's beard!) but THAT led to some VERY awkward stares from people...

2. Every 5 minutes or so this 2 year old appears out of nowhere, slams a couple of fists on my laptop and somehow manages to push the trolley (which I happen to be sitting on) a couple of feet forward, and his mother seems to think that an adequate answer to my look of wtf-ness is "ohh he's such a little gadget freak.". Yes it's THAT easy for parents to mask their childs pain-in-the-ass-ness as a hint of genius.

3. There's a stray dog at the airport, and it's not really harmed me or anything and it's quite cute in fact, but it's a stray dog and it's INSIDE an airport!

4. I'm more half way through and I STILL have no idea what this post should be about exactly. (The aimlessness is sort of captured by the excessive use of parenthesis and CAPITALS.)

5. I'm REALLY getting vary of the amount of lists I use in posts!

6. Now I'm just overdoing it!

Well at least I spend the next 3 weeks working in Bangalore, which does sort of promise to give me a shot at independence and self reliance along with some nice time with the elusive girlfriend, here's hoping it makes me shed the cynicism and get a 'grip on life' and make me want to change the world etc...

Of travelouges and apparent threats...

2011-07-20T13:42:00.000+05:30

Okay, fine, my last post was every bit as vague and meaningless as the stuff I spoke about here, and I do agree that blogposts which have 5 words and one picture-that-doesn't-even-fit-in, rank right between Delhi-Autowalas and Satan in the list of all time evils, so yeah, I DO come across as quite a hypocrite with my last tweet-looking post, but it's just so tempting to throw around a random picture and a random caption and try to cover up your guilt for not being regular!

Anyway, my internship in Hong Kong is coming to a close, and in 4 days I should be back in my hostel room coming to terms yet again with the sheer lack of civilization around me, all while going through the dozen or so books on 'Distributed Computing' which my mentor has been kind enough to 'gift' (Somehow the word means less and less as you grow up :(, ) me.

I didn't do great on the updates from a foreign land bit even though I sat down a couple of times and tried to come up with one of those usual "had nice time and I met some really nice people" kind of travel memoirs, I just couldn't pull it off, partially because I'm not really great at understanding and appreciating cultures/people/cuisine/trafic-rules/table-manners etc that deviate from my usual palate. I know everyone feels uncomfortable with a change of surroundings, and I know it's not like everyone is an Ian Wright (Read: the guy you saw eating raw goat-testicles, yak-tongues etc as he 'traveled' all over those Himalayan villages, on the Discovery Channel about 10 years ago) incarnate, but I bet they wouldn't fall asleep listening to music during a city-tour (Yes, THAT happened.) Luckily though I did manage to summarize the interesting parts of the past 2 months with:

1. Chowmein is NOT a Chinese dish, you do NOT get it in most of Asia, but you do get ludicrous stares if you ask people for it's availability. (Ditto with any 'Chinese' thing you might have eaten on Delhi streets.)

2. If you have ever seen any of those 'traditionally Asian' dishes on Travel and Living and expected to like any of them, then you're WRONG, they ALL taste the same (Take [insert meat] boil for [insert time].)

3. That snooty friend of yours who's probably told you about how chopsticks are easy to use and how they are, in fact more convenient than western cutlery, has played a cruel joke on you indeed. Ask him/her to try eating rice and tofu with them.

Yeah, 2 months in 3 sentences, ALL revolving around food. So I guess when I said I'm not great at understanding and appreciating new places, I meant it. :)

Me.

PS. When I woke up today I found this note pasted to the door of my apartment.....

.... so I leave now as I rush to get it translated from someone, as it's kind of unsettling to see so many exclamation marks, which I'm sure prettymuch mean the same thing in every language!

Not yet a blade of grass...

2011-07-06T13:17:00.000+05:30

but getting there...

P.S. I DO hate being so blank, but somehow I'm growing quite fond of the randomness.

22° 15' N, 114° 10' E

2011-06-15T12:11:00.012+05:30

You know you need to start blogging with a vengeance again when.

1. Your blog has 3 posts in the past year.

2. Almost ALL posts begin with an explanation of how you just ‘haven’t’ been able to write

3. You consistently get ‘welcome back' comments, sometimes on consecutive posts.( Yeah THAT is how far apart my ‘second-comings’ are.)

4. You forget your blogger password and after abusing yourself for not using gmail like normal people, you go through a slew of security crap to reclaim you account.

5. You start posts with pointless lists, because you’ve pretty much forgotten what you used to write about.

6. You want those lists to end on even numbers. (Doesn’t really fit here, but I think it’s self explanatory)

So here I am, hopefully with a new hope and a chance at redemption (It’s kind of cool how I’m making this sound like an 80’s Amitabh Bachchan movie, all I need now is a frail ailing mother and a close confidant who ends up being in league the evil politician/police-commissioner /drug-lord.)

Will definitely write more often now, I’m in Hong Kong for this month and a half anyway,(Yes the title gives the latitude and longitude, yes that IS weirdly geeky), so yeah let’s see if I can pull off the ‘in a foreign land’ bit on my blog. In case I can't, I swear I’ll compensate by adding some close-up high-def pictures of a tree/butterfly/blade-of-grass (apparently THAT’s cool, oh and even though I ALWAYS find it lame when people upload photographs in which they’re standing next to buildings/cars/dolphins/etc in [insert country name], I’ll probably do that too) right after I save enough from my salary to buy a camera (I’m going through a very ‘khuddar’ phase after my phone and camera were STOLEN from my room in college, actually, the ‘khuddar’ part is just to make me feel better about my parents not trusting me enough to spend money on me anymore.:))

Have already spent two weeks here, nothing much to state, except for how my room is barely the size of a double-bed and that I usually have a very Sheldon-Cooper-esque white board in front of me, oh and the food is pretty much plain rice with boiled stuff.

Later,

Me.

P.S. Update on the last post, it seems like Anonymous might just not get married this year. :|

Your platypuses belong to me...

2011-05-10T00:36:00.006+05:30

This is when I feel lost for words. Somehow, posting here has become a different experience for quite sometime (read: years). The silver lining here though, is that this time, I have a little bit to dish out on a couple of things, which frankly is an improvement over most of what I've penned down using my usual strategy of basically writing anything in a post and then praying for universal appreciation. (Works better than you can imagine, ask my ~~readers~~ reader :))

Anyway, this family friend of mine is getting married, and yes people get married ALL the time (Quite literally in fact), but considering how most of my older cousins had kids before I could walk (It's actually quite disturbing when I put it that way), I had till now been denied a bunker post at weddings, thus this is my first time in the marriage limelight, where you know, you hang out with the groom and do the cool things like drive people around, throw bachelor parties and give stupid advise but get away with it like grownups do (like 'Banquet halls are jam packed in Jan, you should try to get a wedding date that is less congested....' or 'Don't get drunk on your wedding'). So we fast forward to this conversation I had with him, in which I COULD have said:

"Hey, we'll have a REAL bachelor party, like the one from [insert sit-com name]."

OR

"Hey, did you catch the match last night?"

OR even

"Hey, vengeance is not a virtue."

but what I did say was:

"Hey, you know how our parents talk about the time they got married , THAT is where you are now! By the time I pass out of college, you'll have kids!"

I always thought that " 'Wrong' is one of those concepts that depends on witnesses", clearly I was mistaken, Let's just say my discussion with him escalated into something that quite reminded me of the ones I used to have with my parents when they were at the if-you-don't-shout-at-your-teenager-he-will-NOT-get-into-college-and-DO-drugs stage. Apparently some cows ARE too holy.

I WOULD have thrown follow-ups here, maybe even summarized with a happy ending, but he has sort of stopped taking my calls, and my dad just told me that "his wedding might just be postponed for sometime", hence this time I conclude while praying for these incidents to be non-related. Somehow the wedding limelight isn't as much fun as it was made out to be.

Me.

P.S. I had completely forgotten how cool stupid titles to posts sound, and Yeah, I DID make a conscious effort to cut down on the 'Well'...

A simpler life...

2011-01-02T17:50:00.004+05:30

Okay, so its been a long time, its almost like finding a long lost friend, I guess I owe an explanation to some followers of my blog (that is if they haven't given up already ), well I had nothing to write about. And I know THAT's never stopped me from forcing my opinion on you in the past (and it isn't exactly stopping me right now..), but well, I just couldn't get myself to write here, no matter how many times I sat down on Blogger, I WOULD have called it writer's block but that's just crap, anyway, call it what you may, but weird absences like these tend to kill your position in the blog-verse ( I CAN'T believe I'm using words like this).

Well, I was just going through my previous posts, from three years ago, and that just reminded me about how much I loved my blog, and writing, well I wasn't exactly Alfred Lord Tennyson and nor was I regular, but yeah, things seemed so different when I was seventeen, I'm not exactly 80 right now, and it's not like I've accumulated a LOT of wisdom and led a content life (only characters in fairy tales do that) but there's something about being told how you were "Organized and diligent before college, and now you look like a laid-back hippie" by your mother (She does that, a LOT) that really makes you wonder.

Well there were no flabbergasting moments, but it was fun to see how I could actually write stuff about the 'Large Hadron Collider'! And the amount of exclamations I used! (This is fun!!) And how I felt nostalgic. Well I always found growing up to be over rated, hated people a few years elder to me giving me advice as if a couple of extra orbits around the sun puts them on a pedestal high above me, so it suprised me as to how it was kind of true.

I don't think that I've learnt things over the last three years (well except for what to do when you're in the middle of an empty road at 4 am and a stranger comes out of nowhere pulls out a gun, yeah THAT happened, but that's another story.) and I certainly haven't amassed a stellar amount of wisdom, but I know I've changed. It might be subtly and in meager amounts, but that's still not a nice feeling. I'm not exactly reminiscing the innocent joys of childhood (I wasn't exactly a cattle herder when I was young), but it's an uneasy feeling to know that life does mold you over time, and that you don't exactly need a series of life altering events to alter your life.

Really miss Delhi, miss school, miss the 13 year old pattern my life was based on back then...

I end abruptly hoping that you'll pause to think about how life's taken a toll on you (well basically , that you'll over analyse this post, start seeing things that aren't written and make out a lot of depth, which practically isn't there. :) ) People tend to be over analytical when thinking about their lives.

Learnt that the hard way.

P.S. Change sucks.
Me

Vindictive posting...

2010-08-16T21:48:00.011+05:30

start/

1.

My little well is just a drop in front of the mighty sea that is life...

2. Heloozzzz ppl, u kno 2day v went to da movies, it was vry nyc fun guyzz, me nd ol ma frnds hd a grt tym, v hd iyc cream nd chips too. YUMMM!... and so on.

3. Life is meaningless.Life IS a bitch. Why do people you love the most always hurt you? After (insert time) of supposed love how could he/she rip open my chest, tear out my heart and smear it all over the walls around me! I could have done anything for him/her but he/she just didn't care.... and so on.

4. I'm just en route to the quest that encompasses life's innate and unending urge for serendipity and congruence. My purpose is to extricate a retort that's simplistic albeit not simple, as channeling the fortitude to climb the rock strewn road is just as imperative.... et cetera.

/stop

Okay, so THIS is a very personal post, we all keep coming across posts that are engrossing, quirky, cool and sometimes even life altering, well this one is about the ones that are none of those things. In fact, its about the posts that I hate.

1. Listen, you're basically trying to fool people into seeing things that aren't there, I mean, in a well done up post like this one, your readers would probably start commenting on how they practically orgasm-ed and attained nirvana all while looking at 4 near naked people in the middle of a river on a bamboo boat.

2. Too much of pain to read, this is NOT an sms, you're NOT paying per character, at least write complete words even if you don't care for punctuation.

3. Yes, I hear you, and I sympathize, so do ALL your friends, and ALL the people who've commented on your Facebook Status Messages and spent hours consoling you over the phone. But posting stuff about what a bitch life is, and how its doing you in the ass, will NOT help you, people don't know what to say to this man, so apart from the ' It'll get better soon's and the 'Take it in your stride, happens' there's not much you can expect.

4. There's a reason why archaic Shakespearean English is not used in day to day conversation, and that's because people find it LAME! It is NOT cool to write like you're Queen Elizabeth, and its not that people don't know what 'antidisestablishmentarianism' (firefox detects this as a typo, maybe I typed it wrong) means, they simply consider typing it to be too much of a pain in the ass.

Hope I've made my point clear.

Ohh and I think this is where I add the necessary disclaimers about how its just my perspective and how if you think that people have the right to write the way they want to, its okay and that the picture is not just 4 naked men in the middle of the river, but in fact it is the key to the secret of life....

Come on people, Life is just as complicated as you perceive it to be, and if the stuff I write is the amalgamation of exactly what all you hate in people's writing styles, then I'm sorry, but there's nothing you can do about it.

P.S. The 'start/' '/stop' probably come from the extensive coding I've been doing in mark-ups which also reminds me how much I hate insanely technical blogs that most fellow IITians have. Geeks are douches.

Me

5 hours ago

2010-05-31T10:33:00.004+05:30

We cut to the chase.
Due to the events of

http://carboncluster.blogspot.com/2008/05/danger-to-those-around-me.html
And
http://carboncluster.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-day-goes-real-long.html

My dad had somehow managed to convince himself that I wasn't really good with driving, (yeah you can't blame him), anyway due to the 'social outcry' against 19 year olds who 'can't' drive, daddy dearest deemed it fit to wake me up at 5:00 AM to 'test' my driving skills, he COULD have justified the time with some early-morning-fresh-air-crap, but well I'm guessing that telling me that it was 'in public interest' was somehow supposed to bring out the best in me.

Well, there's precious little that even a 'known public offender' like me can go wrong with in an empty ground at 5 AM, so after litmus test I was driving back home, when things got interesting...

DAD: Try taking a U-Turn on this road. (In this whole 'THIS is a surprise test!' tone)
Me: Wtf? Fine...
DAD: Turn the steering back now!
Me: Wait, let the car start to straighten...
DAD: TOO LATE! (Lunges for the steering, as if our lives are in grave danger as we turn on this empty street, FIRST GEAR!)
Me: DAD LEAVE! DAD LEAVE! DAD LEAVE! AARGGGHHHHH

Okay, there was this brief bit during which both me and my dad were hanging on either side of the steering, and it IS kind of difficult to control cars when a 50 year old man is trying to pull the steering down with his body weight on the other side! There was an open drain running on the street side, and as if this all conclusive driving test needed more of a silver lining, one of the tyres gets lodged in it!

Well what's amazing is how NO ONE listens to teenagers, because when I got back home, my mom tried to reason with me about how 'I should have been prepared for this'! As if its the mark of a good driver to handle things when people jump onto the steering wheel without warning! Its almost as if I was getting the 'गाड़ी चलाना कब सीखेगा? कलमुहे!'

Ohh and if things needed to get any better, my dad somehow managed to convince himself that my look of immense WTF-ness was in fact because I was embarrassed and saddened, he hence summed up the morning with a 'Don't be sad, a week like this with me, and you'll be good to go on roads'!

I miss the time when dad would just buy me things if he thought I was sad.

Totally looking forward to more 5 AM death rides.

Me.

Ye olde legend of yore.

2010-05-09T13:05:00.002+05:30

And I blog again.

‘Once upon a time there was a boy, he was prety intelligent and nice only. He had many friends, he loved them very much. He was not fake and dishonest. His skin color was white, he studied in college, he loved it very much. He did not play very many sports but he liked sitting and watching his cosin sisters play in the sun. He liked colours- blue purpole and green. His favorite book in the world was Harry Potter. He read it every day. He tried to play the guitar in college but played one song only. He had a veryyyyy long nose, but he said he didn’t. Ok, I don’t know how to end.’

THIS is what happens when you dare your 8 year old cousin to write a fairytale. Ohh and I’m supposed to be the ‘intelligent and nice only boy’! I do like Harry Potter but she wrote that probably because let’s face it, isn’t that the only series kids have heard of and yeah, the one song only- Pull Me Under, Dream Theatre.

P.S. Typo’s are intentional and in accordance with the manuscript. And I do NOT have a long nose.

And yeah, that's the cutest thing I’ve ever read. :)

Me.

Taking it in. (eww)

2009-11-29T16:37:00.004+05:30

I will henceforth blog ~~daily~~ often!

Not like that's a very enticing resolution, but hey, I do need some positive reinforcement from time to time. (For those of you who know, I picked this up in psychology, which we are coincidentally taught at the Indian Institute of Technology.)

You know this is the toughest bit to write in post, yeah, right after when you fill in some memorised and rehearsed snippet to start with and then reach the bit when you have no idea where to go to, believe me, I mean, I’ve actually been staring blankly at the cursor blinking at my face for the last 15 minutes... umm yeah, that’s enough of a peek into my near-comatose mind state. I really don’t want to scare away the select few, who actually bother reading this far into a post.

So basically my life’s hit an all time low, and I know that I write that at least once every post, but that's my life I guess, it keeps hitting them. Consistently. Here’s why

1. I got my laptop, and all I’m doing on it is spending 90 minutes writing a blog post that's going around in circles.

2. I am suffering from a ‘How I Met Your Mother’-hangover, which somehow adversely affects my facebook status messages. (Yeah I do blindly copy one-liners, even when people know where they‘re from...)

3. I have NOT messed up my academics! Well, not yet at least. (Okay, this one isn’t all that bad, just HAD to state this on my blog :))

4.

5. I just saw the cursor blink 20 times and pressed enter in the last one! Damn!

So there’s nothing important happening in my life right now. But surprisingly, even when I spend precious time driving home this seemingly trivial fact to you all, it makes me smile (yeah I do that too :)). Maybe life isn’t about living through the important things, it’s about going through these blank ones in between. (complete WTF-ness to kick ass philosophy in two sentences, nice.)

THE END.

ME

P.S: Hope you like the little inferences I’ve drawn in this post, cause, I’ve just found the mantra for the rest of my life (definitely, the next 15 minutes of it.)

(I will also cut down on bracket use.)

P.P.S: On a related yet different topic I’ve always wondered why women have such expressive eyes. I mean, isn’t that what we buy pets for? :)

Darkness decends on the banks of the Bhramaputra

2009-09-02T14:45:00.000+05:30

"There will always be more manual robotics' events than you can ever conceive, and every single one of them will be coordinated by a senior, who has asked you to pull your pants down in the recent past." - The IIT G equivalent of Murphy's Law.

Ola.

Its not like the days in IIT are not like what they seem in the books (40 girls, 400 guys and what seems to be, 4000 goats.) but its at night that my alma mater truly comes into its own.

Okay, Imagine trying to break into your College Director's abandoned residence, at 1:00 am and running into the guard... Bad eh? Back here in Guwahati, THAT is the best case scenario, I mean, really, I would take being caught in flagrante delicto by a guard, to loosing a leg to a leopard any day.

And the seniors, well they make the leopard look like a tame kitten you can feed milk to. I remember reading the freshers' guide and drawing the conclusion that the seniors here were hard working, honest people who would treat the freshers like their siblings...bah! Imagine a person who loves you based on the amount of robots you are willing to build, take twenty of them, and add the fascination for doing a 'muski' to anything that moves. Brotherly isn't it?

To the leopard and the seniors if you also add the minor points like a dwindling academic career, and a near certain Chetan Bhagat CPI, you get a real good idea of how being awake at 3:00 am (and blogging about it) at IIT Guwahati feels.

So here I am 3:00 am and all, wondering why on Earth would soomeone with a friendly name like Robert T Morisson write 4000 pages of organic chemistry, and then proceed to sell them to innocent 18 year olds thus ruining their goat plagued lives even further. Chemistry quiz tomorrow. And I would have gladly taken to my date with destiny if it wasn't for the 8 dc motors (here's where the robotics comes in) lying on my desk, which i might have to solder (Don't, worry i don't know what that means either...) with something else (I soo know what I'm doing!).

Every 30 minutes or so, theres a knock on the door from one of those loveable seniors. Followed by a conversation that tends to go like this:

HIM: Hows the robot coming up?
ME: Prety sweet. I just haveto solder.
HIM: Hmm, what will you do now?
ME: I will... umm... solder!
HIM: What about the ketcher plug mechanism?
ME: Right after I solder!

See there you have it. End every sentence with the word 'solder' and you get a precious 30 minutes. Which you can dedicate to a newer alibi for next time!

So there's your bit off a place, where you can escape a guard at 1:00 am, and then be forced to celebrate your close shave by building a robot, 2 hours later, never for a second pausing to wonder about the chemistry quiz, and its impact on your future earnings potential.

Me?... I have 800 acres of it.

ciao.

P.S: I know I've spelt 'Brahmaputra', incorrectly in the title, at least now I do, Thanks to the know-it-all who pointed it out in her comment.

Whales and relationships.

2009-06-19T13:42:00.000+05:30

Call me Ishmael.

Actually........ don’t. I haven’t really mastered how to start posts, so that’s why I picked up the first sentence of the most boring book I have ever read (Read: Moby Dick). In fact boring doesn’t even begin to cover it, the fact that someone can actually accomplish such torture in 860 pages of the English language is actually very surprising! And yeah, mom (and the rest of the Earth) thinks it’s a classic. Duh.

Well this post really isn’t about big white whales that we grew up watching on Cartoon Network, and no, its not about college either, its actually about umm...... relationships (yes, everyone with a blog seems to spend half his life writing about them.).

This isn’t one of those “SPURNED LOVER KILLS EX-FLAME, FAMILY, SELF.” stories. It’s just that all around me, people are soo full of their relationships. I mean, I know people who have spent hours discussing their girlfriend’s haircuts, their boyfriend’s pets, his eyes, her eyes, his hair, her hair, his nails, her nails… you get what I mean right? Its not like I think mind talking to people about things like this (Really, an 18 year old on vacation doesn’t have a lot of things to occupy him) but what I mean is, yes, its amazing to in love but is it a part of your life or the part of it? How much of love, is actually too much of it?

Seriously, it makes life meaningless to define it around one individual (especially when there are 6 billion of them to choose from.)

Waiting for the 24th, will get to know where I’m heading by then.

Later.
Me...duh

P.S.: Well actually when I came online 10 minutes ago I really didn’t have anything to write about. I mean I was actually considering throwing an abstract photograph at you with a caption like ‘The ecstasy, the ardent times, all are gone..... all are none.’ And then pretending like I know what that meant. So considering what I had in mind, this ad hoc post seems nothing short of a masterpiece :).

Angels and Khakras

2009-06-07T14:35:00.000+05:30

Okay, its down to Civil/Chemical Engineering at IIT Delhi/Bombay or Computer Science at IIT Guwahati. Yeah! These were the colleges I was talking about in my last post, its not like I was expecting to cause knee-jerk hysteria, but no one even noticed!

Everyone around me, has a lot to say, the least helpful of it seems to be my dad, who in attempt to make up for his absence (read: Malaysia.) seems to be saying anything that comes to his mind. Here’s a bit of what he had to say:

“don’t worry, you always develop a special bond with your alma mater (yes, he does talk like that!) despite its location, I love my college even though I had to live off khakra for 2 years in ( IIM ) Ahmedabad.”

Yes dad, love you for drawing a parallel between some remote terrorist infected corner of Assam and Gujarati food!

P.S: Saw ‘Angels and Demons’ yesterday. It not being aired at any multiplex compelled me to go to Sangam Cinema! I'm not really the type who would rip a movie apart and get into a detailed discussion about charector development and direction, but really someone who would brave through going to a hall that shows movies like "खुनी दरिंदा, प्यासा हैवान। ", will definitely be left disappointed.

Later.
Me.

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

P.P.S: And THIS is for those of you who think that tamil is difficult. I bet a lot of you have seen it though.

The control that I have over my life.

2009-05-31T20:36:00.000+05:30

De-chickenpoxed at last! Man it feels so good, to not be treated like some quarantined casestudy! So here it goes.

Well finally there’s some movement in the house. I mean I’m getting daily calls from some of my overachieving relatives trying to get me into a discussion (in the vaguest of terms) about my career and my future. All those discussions tend to go like this:

THEM: I think that you should take electronics in whichever college you get.
ME: How about nanoscience?
THEM: Naa, the scope for nanotech is very ....ummm...nano. (yeah, engineers are funny aren’t they?)
ME: How about aerospace engineering?
THEM: There is no market for that at all! Unless you want to do aircraft maintenance.
ME: What does that mean?
THEM: You know, like checking tyre pressure.
ME: FINE! And how about chemical engineering?
THEM: Great we finally have someone in the family, who wants to become a petrol pump attendant.
ME: PETROL PUMP ATTENDENT!! Why don’t I just do an MBA after my engineering?
THEM: Well, yeah, go ahead. Wal-Mart has a lot of toothpaste to sell. You can at least sell it for them after an MBA.
ME: What can I possibly do after electronics that’s so nirvana-ish?!
THEM: Oh, loads! After that do your masters then your PhD and then become a professor. (It took me some precious ISD minutes to realize that he was NOT joking!)
ME: (CENSORED) .

That! Is what my relatives call a ‘discussion’. I just can’t help but be amazed by how the next decade or so of my life seems so predictable to them.

When my dad initially asked me what I want to do in life, my answer was ‘I want to be slightly less miserable than people who hate me, that’s called winning!’ I wonder why? but I think that sealed my fate. That’s how parents think I guess, a witty response was interpreted as ‘an indication of how little my future matterd to me’, sooner than I could say ‘college’.

Gone are the days when I would brag about my dad being an all India topper.....Now I find myself hoping that that he was just an uneducated exporter.... Sigh!

Me.

P.S: And ‘Guwahati’ is not spelt as ‘Gauhati’ (as I have spelt it in all my comments). That just shows how dependent I am on Microsoft spellchek. :)

Wish I knew where I'm heading.

2009-05-26T09:28:00.000+05:30

Two weeks!! That's how near I could get to my goal of Bi-weekly posting! But for once the lax attitude didn't stem from my tangible lack of determination, rather it was because of a mother who wouldn't let her chicken pox infected son touch a cup (let alone a laptop!). Ohh and sadly thats MY mother I'm talking about.

Well as I sit here and write this post, it feels different. I mean I have spent all 18 years of my life in this city (the last one of which was almost exclusively in my bedroom!) and now, suddenly I realise that this might, well be my last month here (read the update in my last post.). Never having thought of myself as capable of anything even half as emotional it feels weird. I guess that its just the initial moment before moving on that's dilemmatic. At least I hope so. Will miss Delhi if I leave, and will surely value it more if I don't. I hate it when life is so fluid.

Will get back to posting regularly soon, will have to wait a bit though.....at least till my mom realises that It won't kill anyone if I touch MY laptop!!

Moi.

11 months, 14 days and 19 hours later.....

2009-05-11T16:21:00.000+05:30

Okay, long time… well things have changed since the last time I blogged, then I looked at blogs as if they were the outlet to your clogged thoughts that needed to be shared because they eat you up from within (man I must have felt so British, right?), but now it seems that anyone with a laptop can start a blog churn out posts get ads and get money ( I’m not criticizing anyone, on the contrary that’s what I’m hoping!!) . Okay the last year has been umm different, basically I dropped a year to give the damn engineering entrances again, but trust me you learn very little life skills while preparing for IIT. What you do learn life skills from is a long distance relationship, a dad whose topped every exam he ever gave (even the ones at St. Stephens and IIM –A), a nagging mother who cooks to kill and a bitch of a best friend who thinks that every moment not spent abusing you is a moment wasted.

Well I would love to give you a blow by blow account of last year, but as my entire life can be summed up in half a dozen bullet points (half of which I have already forgotten), its difficult to look back and try to summarize about a year that went by in needlessly pondering over fat books that I’ll never see again (it feels so nice to write that!) Okay well atleast the four things that I did learn are:

There’s more to life than what you hit your car into.
Beer tastes better at this side of eighteen (its still illeagal though).
There are three cube roots of 1.
Read above.

On the whole not quite a lot…. And that is a valid explanation for why I am just rambling along and not sticking to any topic., I’ll try to blog regularly from now on though (just a bit of advice though, try betting on something else, like a dead horse!), about my life and the little incidents that make it exciting, and incase I do run out of such incidents I can obviously write songs and poems, in English that I obviously won’t understand and make myself sound like a 12 year old pregnant girl whose suffering is contained within my soul…. ( I can soo picture myself stooping to that level, man the day you stop reading stuff like that, people will stop writing it!!).

Me.

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

Update :

IIT JEE AIR - 1313.

AIEEE AIR - 684.

BITSAT - 373.

*AIR= All India Rank

A danger to those around me?

2008-05-26T11:22:00.000+05:30

Yesterday.

This post is about what transpired at a petrol pump in Punjabi Bagh, concerning me, mera dost and a fat lady, while I was driving my friends swift, when? You guessed it, yesterday.

Okay, due to certain events that happened ,see here, I really couldn’t drive a lot, and yesterday I just felt like driving around, so laying waste to my friends demands of going to some pub (I mean he actually suggested Bacchus !! Bacchus = cheapest place I know which can also pass of as a brothel), I decided just to drive around. Okay I guess ill fast forward through the part in which I’m supposed to describe the lush green meadows and the scenery and tell you about the incident.

Okay the scene of the crime was a petrol pump ( you wouldn’t have guessed would you?) there was a couple (so as to speak) which had just gotten off from a scooter and were using the i-don’t-know-what-its-called in front me. The guy was ummm, I don’t even remember what he was like that just shows that he was a part of the nameless and faceless millions but the female was HUGE, I mean the largest individual I have ever come across ever!! Anyways my amigo noticed,

HIM:I dare you to hit the fat one, in frount of the car.

ME:R U INSANE??

HIM: Chal, for 1000 bucks.

ME: Dude your soo juvenile.

HIM: Soo your backing out ryt?? LOOSER.

ME:ummmmm

I was less than game for the challenge (as you may have noticed!! But hey he was going too far!!), anyways I took it, and just pretended to look at the side and nudged her at like 2 km/hr and 50 rpm, that’s when colossus fell, fell hard. I got out and tried my best to help. I would have actually succeeded in keeping a straight face, but my friend decided that the best course of action was to laugh wildly while thumping the bonnet of the car. That didn’t exactly help, so in my attempts to help her I ended up coming across as umm a not very nice person, well I was shooed away as I watched the victim try to get up and fail I guess she would have managed it in the end after being helped buy her husband and half a dozen attendants. I got of out that place, collected the well earned 1000 bucks. Reached home. And I run into my mom at the gate! Then it happened.

HIM: Aunty you have quite a child!!
MOM: Why what happened?
ME: Nothing maa, he just means to say that I can drive well.
HIM: Haan haan, hitting pedestrians does qualify as driving nicely!
MOM: What??
ME: ( I give up at this point of time and leave, praying that he doesn’t relay too much to mother dearest)

15 minutes later I am confronted by dad. This is what I hate about Sundays, I mean parents are everywhere!! Trust me he didn’t see humor anywhere, I mean what was an innocent nudge at 2 km/hr which wouldn’t even hurt a fly was made to look like an attempt to murder!! Dad went on and on about how I was actually a danger to those around me, and how the next thing I know I might be involved in random street killings. All in all he made me feel like a rapist, and it wasn’t over there, dad drove me to that bastard’s place to give back the 1000 bucks, I didn’t even attempt to ask him is I could drive!

The worst part here is that I can kiss the Fabia I was supposed to get college first year goodbye!! Lesson learnt, next time you do what your friend dared you to do, just don’t bring him home!!

All in all just another day with me and my luck
Me.

******

PS:Okay, Just in case you think I'm an evil demented bastard, please understand that it wasn't meant to cause her harm. She wouldn't have fallen too if she was't slightly chubby. I respect women, and I made sure that I wasn't supposed to hurt her. It was just a harmless little nudge from a car something that I am sure that you have gotten. I hope you people don't take me for a convict (like certain blood relatives of mine) and take this incident in the good humour it was intended. So if you feel I was wrong in anyway, I'm Sorry, thers nothing you can do about it..

The days that shone out.

2008-05-09T16:12:00.000+05:30

Have had a difficult time trying to post, because my cousin came from Mumbai to spend what is looking like an eternity with his mom’s sister’s son (ME). And for reasons you may know, I would like it if my familia don’t stumble across Carbon Cluster. Soo ill just rush through some important days from the 21st April (read: the last post).

27th April
AIEEE, in a nutshell, easy shit, I think ill make 200 something,( which is SEXY on the lack of a better word). The magical bit about AIEEE is that, you can top but still end up going to some second grade rip off like NIT Vallana ( im sure im spelling this wrong but that’s what it sounded like when a friend told about it over the phone)

Oh and this the day I turned 17 years and 7 months ( I know nothing much to celebrate but trust me, you NEED something to write about when you are blogging after a month)

2nd May
Met Nishka, I know I don’t really Shout about her a lot, but here is a crash course, met her through a friend in July last year, she was living in some remote district of Tamil Nadu then, I guess I’m a sucker for rural upbringing, maybe I shouldn’t push more than this, golden rule of being a guy, never get on the wrong side of a girl with sexy eyes. So the venue was this road in front of Shankar Vihar, and the most important meeting of the year was actually a 20 min walk under the baking Delhi sun on a baking Delhi afternoon, but I guess the sun lost its sting and they were 20 minutes of pure bliss, so if you read this Nishka, thanks.

6th May
Went to watch Iron Man, well I’m not the types who’ll come out and shout “PHAADOO MOVIE THI YAAR, THOK DI MOVIE NE!!” nor am I the types who’ll complain about the character development and the direction, so without being articulate all I can describe it with is a ‘Nice Movie, worth a watch’. Well the reason why im bloging about this in the first place is the hall. I mean there were two people in IT. Guess that’s what you expect from Fun Cinemas Motinagar, lesson learnt, Motinagar is as much of a turn off as is sounds. Here have a look at the hall 5 minutes before the movie.

7th May
DCE, well if you have read enough of my blog this would come to you. Well this fine day, I actually got an end put to my (and my mom’s, dad’s, uncles’, aunts’…. basically every known member of my family’s) worries. It was easier than I thought it would be, I mean it took me less than 5 minutes to get my Left Hand Thumb Impression at the required places, mom on the other hand just couldn’t comprehend why I was so cheerful, when I pointed out that completing a form was not exactly a solemn occasion she was quick to snap back with a “None of this would have happened, if only you were a bit responsible!”. Look at the pictures for a bit, i never thought that a stamp pad could give me this much of happiness.

All these days were quite eventful, and if the times weren’t so turbulent I would have written a post about each one individually so for OBVIOUS reasons I thought I would put them a medley.

So from finally completing my DCE form to MOST IMPORTANTLY, finally meeting the SWEETEST GIRL OUT THERE there, its been a nice 20 days. :)

Later
libra boy (yup that’s what all online astrological sites refer to me as!!)

Sweet Olives

2008-04-21T15:16:00.000+05:30

I guess this is the longest I have gone without a post, frankly because life is such a dud, nothing much is happening these days.

Well I’m writing a book with one of my friends, actually he is the one writing I’m just making sure that the character ‘influenced’ by me isn’t sidelined and being a lucid writer myself my creative inputs can only help ~smile~, (considering I don’t know what exactly does lucid mean, maybe I may not be THAT good), so anyways this book is about the last two years at school , when we come off fresh with straight 90’s in 10 th and look at the world as our oyster, it covers how we dwell into the finer joys of life, like hanging out at Priya’s, Rajinder Da Dhaba, Hookas, Drums of Heaven, Hash, McDonalds (well I’m not exactly the Happy meal kid but hasn’t every grown up in a McDonalds), when we start looking at the rainbow as something more than just the dispersion of light and when we realize that girls are more important than the Law of Radioactive Decay. Frankly if some other 17 year old told me about his intentions to write a book I would have seen LAME written all over him, and even though I know that the book is most probably going to be shelved I really cant help but acknowledge how important these two years have been, and even though I might not be able to dedicate a book to them I have at least dedicated a post. Ohh and Sweet Olives is the tentative name for ANONYMOUS’s book, dude if u read this I hope I don’t get a notice for plagiarism.

On a related yet different topic I went to DCE today ( see last post – ‘fingers and prints’) or more like I was forced to drive to what looked liked West Bengal by my angel of a mother. The campus is just huge and looks really deserted, on reaching there I was told that I would be called to complete the errors in my form and I should not have come without being called, which was almost word to word of what I had been screaming at my mother for the past week. Its shocking as to how mom on hearing that could bring herself to say “At least we know for sure now” I just don’t get adults!! I mean how can they be so wrong and still defend themselves!! One perfectly beautiful day wasted transmuting to some remote corner of my city.

Its amazing how accurately I could put the last fortnight in 456 words, (I DID NOT COUNT, u can see them in my word processor)

Later
me

fingers and prints,

2008-04-10T16:26:00.000+05:30

Lets cut the long story short I sent an incomplete application to DCE ( Delhi College of Engineering ) for their entrance exam CEE ( Combined Entrance Examination, I am not sure about this one , might be ‘Common’ so tell me if I am wrong.).

Slight mistake that can happen with anyone !! ( more to myself than anyone else), but what surprises me is everybody’s response (none of them think on my lines), while my friends think that I was sloshed when I filled up the form, my parents think that it is nothing short of murder ,“they wont let you give the examination”, “how can you be like this Rahul?”, “this is just so idiotic”, “why cant you get up before 9 am?”, “why so you sleep so late?” is what I get from them, ( talk about affection for your offspring!!) . Here is a snippet from a conversation between me and a friend

HER: how can you forget to put the LEFT HAND THUMB IMPRESSION ??( as if it is the most obvious thing she knoes)
ME: the same way I forgot to sign on the IIT form.
HER: you are the limit! Do one thing send another application.
ME: what is wrong with you woman ?? they will set me up for bigamy.
HER: yeah that can happen, you deserve it though, do one thing send it under a different address ( making it sound like the most sensible thing to do, WOMEN!!)

( ohh and I DID forget to sign on my IIT form, but out of the goodness of their hearts, the people at IIT called me up and asked me to come over and sign , simple enough but my mom still thought that I deserved a lecture on my lax attitude !!)

Deciding against taking her advice I sent an email to the nice people at DCE ( I actually want to use pestile little bastards who don’t pick up phone calls…. ) and this what it went like.

*****

Sir
I have submitted my application (No 008048) for CEE 2008, through speed post (receipt no. ED387259103IN). My application does not bear the left hand thumb impression, please look into the matter, I can arrive to provide the thumb impression for the form, on any given date, or can send a new form altogether if you so please.

Please look into this matter, and reply back with your suggestions before the last date for submitting of applications for the CEE ( 16th April 2008)

Apologising for any inconvenience caused.

Yours Truly
Rahul Bhatnagar

*****

I wanted to write

'WTF is wrong with you people, who cares about my damn LEFT HAND THUMB IMPRESSION ??'

but I guess this isn’t a BAD email, I guess blogging helps in making you articulate, hope they reply, will follow up with developments.

and then there were none........

2008-04-05T17:07:00.000+05:30

Well ummm……… (Note the repetitive start, its become kind of like a pattern, I’ll have to work on this one…) life hasn’t been all that good. Engineering entrances round the corner, mom dad grueling at home, slight misunderstandings with the person who IS the cause of mom dad grueling at home, slight flu, rain, power cuts, global warming, land degradation, urbanization, inflation, solar variation (well not exactly but I have to make this post big), aldol condensation (science students can relate to this one), Rakhi Sawant ( I am so sick of her hogging around whenever I watch the news), Hargobind Khurana ( do you know him? well nor do I)….. so it goes on

But one thing I have realized is that “life is always as bad as you want it to be” ( Nishka Naidu December 2007 ), I am sure life could have been equally bad if there were none, so hope there never will be none, coz “no matter how your bad life is , there will always be someone out there who would kill to be in your shoes.” (My creation, and a good one at that), so keep smiling because

“Real bad things happen only in news papers” (another one from Me, drumrolls!).

PS: On two different days back to back I found certain things behind Punjabi Bagh Club ( New Delhi), first day was a pack of condoms, and day two was an ipill box, no wonder my mom said “ who achhe log nahin hain.” When I enquired about the cars parked there a few years ago, well if one of those achhe log reads this, guys please get a room, ohh and the ipill is an after morning pill. Pictures ?? well I might be from a boys school but I'm no pervert.

After you read this post thank god for your life, and the good and bad things that come with it. Coz that is what I am going to do after writing it. :)

Me

just above it......

2008-04-01T21:11:00.000+05:30

Well just a reminder to you tell you that I am officially above formal schooling. My Computer Science board which happened yesterday, was nothing worth talking about so a post on it would just be full of shit, (Just in case you want to know , there are no sets in the Computer Science paper).

Had a moderately good time yesterday, I mean moms soo change when you outgrow schooling , she funded a crate of breezer for yesterday’s celebration ( I know that’s closer to coke than alcohol , but its a start, something to build on, hopefully) which I finished with a slight help from friends. Coming from my mom that is a stunner I mean heres what happened when I came back home after spending time with friends after 11th finals.

MOM : I think there is something on your teeth, open you mouth for a sec.
ME : AAAA
MOM : sniffffff…..
ME : Mom what ARE you doing ??
MOM : Nothing. ( in the most innocent tone she could come up with. Keeps her suspicions to herself.)

So Thanks mom for being who you are, and I sincerely hope you arent reading from one of those good parenting books again. :)

Nothing more, well a couple of months back I read an article in a mag called Scientific American, it was about this machine being developed by CERN ( read : big guys who can go wild with technology ) called the LHC ( LARGE something COLLIDER) , the article revolved around how this LHC could cause unprecedented discoveries and might lead to the discovery of the Higgs Particle ( read : undiscovered particle which ‘supposedly’ explains everything) I would have cited references but they are beyond the scope of anyone not pursuing Cosmology from MIT ( if you still want to know just google, but trust me this post will still make more sense than anything you can come across) , so two days ago in the news paper I got to read how someone thinks that CERN is basically screwing around and how the LHC might create a black hole which will destroy Earth and everything I ( and you) know. (Science Fiction anyone?? And to think I used to find X Men Hypothetical, at least they made more sense than what Scientific American has taught me.)

I guess I’ll get to see all my readers when the black hole compresses us to within a square centimeter of each other (Very seriously speaking that IS possible).I’ll follow up with any ‘Important’ developments ( basically if you think there is a black hole on Earth, you know just the right blog to confirm it).

Nothing much really, mom is killing me for IIT ( read : cheap but very popular MIT rip-off) preparation, while I seek to enjoy the finer joys of life. Mom thinks the 2 years at VMC will pay off but frankly all VMC has made me realize is that I don’t stand a chance :). I would rather be who I am than someone who’s over educated and underpaid.

Me

this day goes real long

2008-03-24T19:46:00.000+05:30

Anything that can possibly go wrong, does - Murphy's Law.

I remember when a friend told me about this law in 7th he had to face a lot of ridicule and slander but yesterday I realized that it most probably is the governing principle of life.

If you don’t have time just close the browser because here goes the description of a looong day.

By evening yesterday, I found myself driving myself to get a haircut ( you would know the desperate measures moms have to resort to convince you yo get one) , so I was parking the car and this auto came pelting in the wrong side and ripped of the side of my Nanu’s car, I dont think I felt much, but when I looked out IT WAS SCARY, I mean my car could have actually fitted in a “ HEAD ON COLLISION 5 DEAD” type of story. Here have a look.

Unfortunately there was this police chauki nearby, in what looked like seconds this hefti Jatt was next to me. He said its okay and asked me for my license ( Well if you have read enough of my blog you would kno that I’m 17 I don’t have one!!) , so while the auto wala was carried away I was let of by a Rs 900 fine for not carrying my license ( I don’t know if there is any such thing) , I reach back home, and after some well uhh non parliamentary discussion with my parents my dad confronted me, I thought it would be another round of “you should be more responsible”, “ you are almost an adult” , “ why don’t you study??” , “why don’t you polish your shoes??” etc etc . but this was shocking, heres how it went:

DAD : do you have a girlfriend?
ME : uhh no dad , where did that come from??
DAD : then why has this girl sent you an SMS saying “ luv u sheepy”??
ME : ( consider telling him that sheepy might refer to someone else, but he looked like he had a pretty good idea of what was going on , so decide against it)

(Here is what happened, for the first time in 8 months I left my cell at home when I left, it was on vibrator, but also the lights were out in my room, and the door was open, the fact that a picture was associated with the ‘contact in question’ didn’t help much either. )

DAD : you know I don’t mind, but this is not the time. ( BASICALLY HE DOES MIND),

An hour of what you can guess later, I jumped into my bed to end what was a long day.

So I guess my parents image of me as a kid in a boy’s school with no contact with the fairer sex has changed dramatically. And to think I was starting to find life monotonous, thanks for making it interesting Nishka :) .

I publish this post hoping that my mom hasn’t yet found my blog, but by my luck she probably is an avid reader by now!!

Oh I got my IIT admit card today, it really excited my mom, to me it signifies 1000 bucks and a failed attempt.

AISSCE- 2008, MATHEMATCIS - 041

2008-03-20T18:54:00.000+05:30

Math today!! Well went off pretty much as I expected it to. It amazes me how monotonous board exams can be.

When it hit me that I had 9 days to prepare for maths I thought that I would prepare well in advance so as to not avoid the last minute cramming I did in Physics and Chemistry. Not exactly sticking to this resolution I found myself up at 5:30 AM so I could do Linier Programming. One thing that I have so learnt is that it is pretty much pointless to make such a resolution for the break (read: 10 Days) I have for Computer Science.

I guess this post shows completes a month of blogging for me, in a nutshell this has been kinda fun, something one can get addicted to, I was advised by a friend (unasked for, that is) two days ago, that “to get more readership , you should try going into more general topics and try to not blatantly speak your mind about people and/or companies”. Well Sahil, the purpose of this blog was never to get readership, I made it to vent my thoughts out, and as for blatantly speaking my mind, I guess it IS my decision, I am sorry, there is nothing you can do about it. :)

rahul .....again

wierd freaky shit....

2008-03-15T19:48:00.000+05:30

Oh this is something I have to talk about, its called the brainwave generator, it uses binaural waves to stimulate the brain, the scientific explanation is pretty believable, basically tunes the brain by playing a particular frequency, through your earphones and you can put the sound on a low volume and continue working, the frequency you choose will affect your state of mind as follows:

State	Frequency range	State of mind
Delta	0.5Hz - 4Hz	Deep sleep
Theta	4Hz - 8Hz	Drowsiness (also first stage of sleep)
Alpha	8Hz - 14Hz	Relaxed but alert
Beta	14Hz - 30Hz	Highly alert and focused

The program has a lot of presets built in which include sleeping, concentration, concentration while sleeping (well not this one , but you get what I mean ) etc…. but there is a section called OOBE ( out of body experiences) which really freaked me out, here you find some presets which claim to cause weird experiences, from getting high to flying over London!! This last bit really reminds me of science fiction , there were people who claimed to stimulate ENCOUNTERS WITH ALIENS through these beats!! I don’t kno if that is really possible but you know Americans will believe anything. The fear of being caught unconscious on the floor, frothing from the mouth by my parents prevented me from using this thing, you are welcome to try it but please tell me abut your experiences. (basically it’s a nice way of saying , BE MY LABRAT)

So the greatest thing science has done so far or the invention of someone who needs shock treatment, we don’t know. (but really Alien Encounters?? That sounds like utter crap to me. )

Well nothing else is going on nowadays, so nothing much to blog about (but hey you don’t expect a 17 year old to cure cancer or something, do you??), life is pretty much uneventful, have a Math Board in 5 days, not very worrying, when you take into account the 96 I got in the Preboards. So presently there is not a lot of education in my life.

rahul …..duhh

Vo da (F#CK) fone

2008-03-10T15:12:00.000+05:30

You just wont believe this, I called up someone with a Vodafone caller tune 2 days ago, I guess by mistake I must have pressed * , next thing I know, I get a message from Vodafone saying that your caller tunes will be activated soon, and some Enrique bullshit song would be set as your caller tune ( WTF!!) I called up customer care, telling them that the 50 Rs or something haven’t been credited and so don’t activate caller tunes as it happened by mistake, I was expecting a “sure sir, no balance will be credited to your account” but what I get is “sir I’m sorry, all these transactions take place directly from the server and we cant do anything about it!!!” I was pissed but thought that it was my fault in the first place so I guess it was okay. I deactivate caller tunes (no self respecting guy can keep Enrique as a caller tune), curse Vodafone again and sleep off,

Remember lightning doesn’t strike twice?? Well I guess it does, DAY II: I call the same person again, but she didn’t pick up so I disconnected the call, and after I had disconnected the call I typed *#06# (just like that, out of habit I guess), 5 minutes later I get a message saying caller tunes will be activated soon, this time really fuming I call up customer care, the bastard had the audacity to tell me that it was my fault!! Here is a snippet from our conversation :

SK: Sir you shouldn’t have pressed * after the call

RB: WTF is wrong with you, cant I even press * after I have disconnected??
SK: Yes sir, but if the server has recorded your keystroke then I cant do anything, you should hope that has not happened.
RB: WTF do you mean by HOPE??? Why the hell should I HOPE??
SK: Sorry sir, I cant help you with this, I can understand, do you want help on any other matter?? Thank you for calling Vodafone.
RB: ( CENSORED)

My balance which was 100 and something is down to a cool -15 Rs ( yes minus 15 ), GREAT.

Well now I know how Arun Sarin ( read: Supreme Commander of Vodafone) bought a Porsche for his kid.

Oh had English board today, nothing much to say about it ( that why there was no AISSCE – English post), except the fact that my invigilator told me to look in the mirror, BITCH.

And one more thing Virgin Mobile, started this new thing about paying you for incoming, the catch is that is only for students, and you get 10 paise per minute, do the math and you realize that an hour of talk will get you 6 Rupees!! Well one thing that Richard Branson has realized is that INDIANS DON’T READ FINE PRINT.

a slice of pizza.....

2008-03-08T12:33:00.000+05:30

Okay this is something that happened last night, I had gone to Domino’s with a friend - I usually avoid that place in the day, because of the fear of running into teachers from VMC, but that’s another story- so me and my fried ordered a large pizza ( read Non Veg Extravaganza) , a slice fell in the car, so I just threw the slice outside, I guess a dog or something took it, as if I cared, I prepare to leave and then it happened….

This kid (around 10 years old) shooed the dog away so he could have whats left , he must have been some workers kid, I’m sure he wasn’t starved and its not as if he cant get a square meal a day, itni bhi poverty nahin hai Delhi mein, but the fact was that he wanted to taste something new, and to him a stray dog taking a bite out of his slice didn’t matter much, this made me think, that life is so unfair, he didn’t mind a dog bitten slice while I so continently threw a fallen one away, I’m not trying to say that we should eat fallen slices or something but I just wanted to point out exactly how is India (read ‘Future Superpower’) going.

That’s it. I guess just an incident, nothing much to comment on, just felt like sharing it.

Later again…..
rahul

AISSCE- 2008, PHYSICS THEORY - 042

2008-03-07T14:26:00.000+05:30

Board exam no 2.Well this time around I was worried, really worried, I was kind of prepared but there way too much of microscopic shit in physics to cram,

‘you cant make a paper entirely on microscopic shit’
was what I was saying to myself when I entered, and I guess I was kind of right, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, though it did have a sufficient amount of microscopic shit but I guess it wasn’t meant to be a cake walk after all.

Coming into today’s exam I had the impression that the invigilators at my centre were good, guess I was wrong, they were GREAT, I mean we were left for what seemed like hours in the room without an invigilator in the room, I guess they only left for about 5 minutes in one go, but that was more than sufficient.

So with chemistry and physics done I can say that my Board exams are as good as over, well I do have an English exam on Monday but the desire to start my course en route to the centre is high because I don’t think I should waste the weekend on something like English.

Later…
rahul

close enough to feel it.....

2008-03-02T23:07:00.000+05:30

AISSCE- 2008, CHEMISTRY THEORY - 043

2008-03-01T18:52:00.000+05:30

Okay my first board - chemistry - just happened, and it went quite well considering my confidence level, here’s a snippet from a conversation with my chemistry teacher before the exam in front of our centre, you will get a pretty good idea idea.

PA: hey Rahul , all prepared naa??
RB: haan ma`am you can say that….
PA: (kinda worried) don’t worry, it will all be fine.
RB: (as innocently as possible) ma`am is P BLOCK important??
PA: (really worried) what??? …ummm ….aaahhh …….BEST OF LUCK. (gives the ‘you will need it ’ look and walks away)

Well as you can see I really wasn’t in one of my more confident moods as I entered the centre. But things changed considerably, the invigilators were regularly checking us for talking, and had a very good idea that the class was divided into two parts – those who were cheating and those who were attempting to cheat. All in all just another school exam.

PS: basically just wanted to remind you that I NEVER HAVE TO DO CHEMISTRY AGAIN!!

the hand that rocks the cradle.....

2008-02-23T10:49:00.000+05:30

Well this post is dedicated to my dear mother. Yesterday I noticed a peculiar thing, my mother was on blogger and she was searching for a blog, no prize for guessing whos blog she was looking for, the funny thing is that she just didn’t ask me about my blog but preferred to search for it, moms you just cant tell how they think, BEST OF LUCK MOM…….

PS: if u reach here mom congrats, but u didn’t need to take this trouble, u could have asked me, I would have told u!!

more than just a can of worms.........

2008-02-22T23:59:00.000+05:30

i just came across this blog from the blogs of note section, its about an american in iraq who is trying to make a difference. There is somthing unique about this blog , somthing that makes you think, somthing thats anyday better than the rif-raf a teenager like me can be thinking of ... so please do give it a look......

the project he has started in iraq is called "Buy Shoes. Save Lives." , you can get the link to their website from my side bar too, even if my readership cant set sales soaring , it can atleast make a difference....

ohh and exam preparation is sucking bigtime, its 12 am and i find myself desperately trying to cram the structure of α- D(-)- glucopyranose in my head......just one week more and i can say goodbuy to chemistry forever!!

:)
rahul

life is sooo lyk that.....

2008-02-22T09:08:00.000+05:30

finally smthin every teenager has been scared of for the majority of his/her is right round the corner.... THE BOARDS, 2 grueling years of engeneering coaching kinda doubles the stakes, add a long distance relationship nd u come to the conclusion that life has certainly been better....

okay this is my room at 3 am when you are kind of saturated and tend to appreciate the beauty of the finer things in life....

to infinity and beyond....

2008-02-21T15:11:00.000+05:30

hey you, im a 17 year old who has his chemistry board exam in 8 days, i hav to start studying soo this one would be quick, neways i made this blog coz i felt i needed a place to vent my thoughts out, sooo basically just make urself at home, u can take or leave wateva u want to, if u fell lyk tlkin just drop a comment,

well the title carbon cluster dosnt give a lot away, my take on it..... i guess everythin is pretty much a carbon cluster , u, me nd neone who uv eva met, soo this place on the web is an area ment for carbon clusters....

more on nethin tht might interest a 17 year old later....

rahul