ONCE UPON A CLASSROOM

I’m well lodged in a front bench, and there’s this black-haired old-man. A funny face masks a man who I doubt would have ever cracked a joke in the last 20 years of a falling mane. His weak vocal chords betray my hearing. He’s moving his lips. He’s standing some 10 yards from where I write.

He doesn’t seem to be bothered as long as we’re doing whatever we want, and as long as we aren’t sound sources ourselves! We hate interference, don’t we? Harmonics, on the other hand, we love.

I’m bored.

This is when I start acknowledging the presence of the inanimate objects around. It’s an art (that I’ve learnt over 3 semesters). The chalkboard stares at me. I stare harder, so used to competing and competition. Chalkboard retaliates with a gape stiffer still – with a hypnotic effect. Some boys around might notice I’m not paying attention. I fumble momentarily – and wait for a while.

Wires...capacitance...basic principles...and the likes are the background noise that interfere with my thought-tune. Hmph!

Next, I look at my watch. 45 minutes gone already! And this bloke’s drone hasn’t yet distorted or sought creative pitch-variation. Just has paused – Once or twice for breath, maybe. Should I care?

YAWN.

‘The next bridge you deal with would be the Anderson’s bridge...’ oops! Glam-Pam intrudes into my imagination. I must keep a tab, lest I start sketching!

I’ve already counted 8 who have pulled their faces to pass on contagious yawns from one bench to the next, ignoring the possibility of the soliloquist’s chastisement. I believe I spread it.

Ah...I see one missy doing a baboon-yawn! That’s mine, girl!

It’s 4 - and an abrupt end to my reverie. Awake, sonny –attendance routine. And I’m winding up.

EVEN SEMESTER GLOBAL ELECTIVES 2008

Electives for a 'change' and hopefully some fun! Though, let's hope our choices are determined not by learning from our seniors on which courses throw better grades. Make the most of your choices:

They are:

1. Materials Processing Technology - III B Tech
2. Bio Fluids - III BTech
3. Numerical Solution of Differential Equations - III B Tech
4. Electric and Magnetic Fields - III B Tech
5. Material Science - III B Tech
6. English for Career - III B Tech
7. Group Discussion and Presentation Skills - III B Tech
8. Fuzzy Logic and Neural Networks - IV B Tech
9. Geo Information Systems - IV B Tech
10. Communication Skills - M Tech
11. Human Resource Management - M Tech
12. OOPS - M Tech

THERE AND BACK AGAIN...!!!

8:10 pm -

8:30 pm -

For the last twenty minutes, I've been trying hard to rivet my attention to one screen, incandescent amidst the dimness that prevails - a deliberate setting, owing to my affinity for black. I love the windows closed and curtains drawn, so that I can't see anything but the flat screen and its containment, my keyboard, a pencil stand propped next to my mouse - which, by the way, I repeatedly knock down - and curse on each occasion, when another set of pencils and pens find their way beneath the old mite consumed bed of mine... besides, I'll have a new piece of furniture next time I'm back home.

8:42 pm -

Hmmm... I've prattled only this much in 30 minutes. God, how slow can I get!

I had loads of sweets, went to a couple of weddings, and receptions - the punjabi ones being the most lavish of 'em all...and a delight lending an ear to the the full-of-make-up, kettle-bellied aunties maneuvering through the 'subtle-dig-at-each-other' conversations akin to school girls - A funny contrast compared to the sonni-kudis, looking gorgeous and well in shape - maidens laden with curiously adult-like attitudes, engaging in repartee,we find ourselves more okay with...chuckles! Seeming to be getting nowhere...

Period.

Period.

Period.

When we get back to our hostels and let loose our long bottled uninhibited banter, (aaaw! a whole month being all 'finger-on-lips' was injustice to our foul-mouthed selves!) aye, what a relief ! And as a new semester begins, another relish would be 'Mortal Combat' to satiate our baser instincts :-) (this is exactly how one fellow gamer put things to perspective when we set out to dig out the root cause of our gaming obsessions) Me - "Dunno why I'm so hooked to these blasted keyboard games!" Fellow Gamer -"It's our natural instinct to kill, and relish each man mutilated. You know you love it, no?" Me-"Haan, woh to hai...perhaps" concurred I, putting the matter to rest.

Come day-after, we can look forward to those late night strolls to the cafeteria and our midnight escapades which find us howling names, hollering about Kishore da's numbers - bare chested afore a silent Ladies Hostel - 'Mere Sapno ki rani kab aaegi tu...', amounting only to a brief pause in the watchman's wheezing, followed by a muffled grunt, and snores again.

Aye!

NIT WARANGAL EVEN SEMESTER REGISTRATION DETAILS

Hey folks!

We're now all set to get back to what I refer to as 'Untamed Telangana' - where (let's face it) we've got to celebrate Christmas and the New Year... Sigh!

But we can still make the most of it - and if I'm not wrong ;-) , I'll expect a good number of us to unleash the beast in them on New Year's Eve. So 'Untamed Telangana' it is!

On a more sober note:

    Details of the fees to be paid in II semester 2008   

Use Mozilla or Internet Explorer for this link as Chrome doesn't seem to support...try feeding it enough doughnuts! ;-)   

RECOILING FOR A FIGHT...

Note: Even though this issue has nothing to do with NIT Warangal, it still has weight enough for you guys and gals to give it a thought. Not just that. More than just thought-

Mumbai 26/11.

We all know what happened, so I'll spare you those grum details!

Read the papers. No one's denying the lapses - PC admits, and so does the PM. Apparently, our Hon. PM-ji wanted to quit over having failed us...Sob! we are soooo very touched!

Moral Victory to the jihadi asses!

So, what do we do to curb the menace? Newspapers flash you with details. But come have a look here-Let's see what new strife troubles battle-ground Mumbai!

Our very own Riteish's (Heyy Baby! remember?) dad, Deshmukh ji says good bye to CM-panti. And what happens to be the new recipe to make up for spoiled broth and soothe Bombay's wounds???A certain 'Chavan Junior' who (yippeeee! )makes him and 'Chavan Senior' the only Baap-Beta Dyad to cap top 'Maha job'! Ain't that a solid boomerang to the fasadis? 

Naaaahhhh!!!!! cries a woebegone Rane. He was promised the next CM cake, and Chavan stole it. The whole world had conspired against his dreams of CM-giri! His tantrums make way into the morning papers too, while his young lads mess around the Mumbai roads on their Bentley... 

And such stories endure...with our middle class eyes aimlessly gobbling up story after story... 

Period.

I wonder whether we are truly free 6o years since a man hailed as 'mahatma' walked on these soils, which now bleed for such a saviour to tread on them again...

I wonder whether we are truly free to keep electing more or less the same debauched bunch of hoary fatsos over and over again...

I wonder whether we shall ever be able to unite the two Indias - the one in perpetual darkness, and inertia of complacency- and the India that yearns to overcome the scars from time - the history of wanting to be ruled by others.

When will our anger be channelled to fight these forces rather than taking form only with the switching on and off of our television sets, or the putting up and down of of those crisp papers delivered at our doorsteps each morning?

Even as I introspect, I want to share this interesting piece forwarded from a friend studying in IIM Lucknow:

Here's the pattern followed by the terrorists:

13 May                   -                                 Jaipur

------------------June--------------------

26 July                                            Ahmedabad

----------------August--------------------

13 September                                   New Delhi

-----------------October------------------

26 November                                       Mumbai

---------------November------------------

13 December                                           ?????

WHERE NEXT?

Next might be Lucknow/Kanpur....and then Goa!

(I suggest you open the image on another tab to have a better look!)

The pattern observed closely resembles the Jewish symbol of the Menorah,

which is a branched candelabrum used on Hanukkah. Blasts resembling the killing of Jews, starting from the country which projects itself as a global conglomeration of all religions...

We must stay vigilant. Let them elected babuas do their jobs, whatever it is supposed to be...

The all-India terror-free help line is 1090. Your city's ATS or police would take action as quickly as possible.

NIT WARANGAL EVEN SEMESTER RESULTS 2009....

Watch out for this space for the results. Don't let the pressure build up...Just let the fart out! ;-) Ha! Kidding... 

RESULTS NOVEMBER-2009

 

 

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ALL THE BEST!

TO P OR NOT TO P...

Now don't get me wrong. Even though I'm in no mood for Shakespearean conflict, I find the knot not very funny. It's solely the teacher's problem- whether to P or not. 

To P or not to P, that is the question;

Whether 'tis nobler for the child to suffer

The bings and bangs of outrageous grades,

and by failing mend them. To cry, to weep...

So much depends on us (read male). Only if you're a good mama's boy and mug the needful, do them ol' papas "P". Let us make their choices simpler, so that they can relieve themselves of the nobility of letting the child suffer (with all due respects to the bard, and a tinge compunctious for the mockery of the Hamlet)...let them P, would be the Band-aid! 

Now, what could be the reasons behind the hard (or maybe seemingly stooopid) feelings? Ummm....

What's with these balding oldies to favor the effeminate when it comes to grading. I've witnessed them being 'pushed' to higher grades. Or the occasions where you can do anything but ignore the squint in quality of attention and patience in hearing. Gender bias would be too loose a term. The issue is also something that one wouldn't challenge directly, owing to reasons plain and clear. Trying to refrain from twisted theories (which might as well make more sense!), I'd like to think they're silently trying to promote the cause of encouraging female participation. 

Wow! Am I kidding!!!

And then we have had a lecturer this sem who had enough nerve to say all the things he said, and do all the things he did. We can't do anything but stand the nonsense. Pitfalls of autonomy and relative grading. Yet, none would risk complaining.

So where does all that peeing come from? Leave me the frustration of going through annotating the joke. 

It'd be easier for them to P or F a young laddie than deny a girl an EX. Me over-reacting? Gratuitous criticism, eh? Pass me a drink, willya!

DE-LITING LITE-RA

I really don't want to be doing this, primarily because I'm supposed to be in the electronics lab giving my practical exams twelve hours from now. But then, something resounds in my head each time the gong bells...'Light lo bey!'

Now...'lite lo' or 'lite ra' or simply, 'Lite' is basic and unique to our college patois, as are some other four-lettered ejaculations - Personally, 'Lite Lo' has corrupted me. Whenever there's something trying to build up in my skull, and cerebration actually begins, out of nowhere there's a Jack calling out- 'Abey, lite le naa yaar...'

Lite - One time too many! I didn't understand how serious 'lite' could get until day-one at college. I was a week late to college, and was briefed on the ragging fundae only by my 'state-mates' So prior to that, I hadn't been party to dissemination of gyaan on the issue directly from the funda-framers themselves. All I was told was, 'zyaada lite mat lena, aur thoda tight ho jaa'. 

Me was clueless. 

Didn't know what that meant. 

By dusk, though, I knew exactly what that meant. One 'tight' ragging session gave me an elementary idea of who 'Lite' was and how 'Lite' was going to be a darling in hours of sadness, bystander in moments of glory, or even an idle hangout-friend when jobless... 

And thanks to to the uniqueness in individuals, varied intonations add style (or soreness) to the way litening hits!!! laaayt, laet, or a nippy lite! Absolutely no humdrum... 

Now, this might seem funny- me eagle-eying something as lite (read trivial) as lite! But I owe lite this write up. And for once, let me utter as many lites as I can, for I'm going to move to some other lexeme...

Prior to college it was the 'chalta hai' attitude that was a hit.Lite, then came as a welcome change. I assume it's popularity in NIT Warangal is mainly because 'Light theesko'  is common usage all over Andhra. I couldn't have pictured myself going 'lite' each time I wanted to chuck study for the day, or on all those 'take-it-easy' occasions! 

Aaj classes lite le lete hain...

or

Lite hai yaar...zyaada chot nahin lagi...

or

Electronics ka syllabus kitna hai?; Zyaada nahin - lite hai'..

or

Ragging mat le, placement lite ho jaaegi...   

And yeah, this one happened to yours truly:

"Hey XXX!!! You game for dinner for two? Two minus one being Me, and Me plus one being you?"

XXX's Reply (no points for guessing!) :

"Light"

So much for my attempts at de-lite-ing  :-|   

;-)

PUBLICIZING THIS AND THATzzzzzzzzzzzz......

DISCLAIMER: The views put forth have been scripted by somebody not in the best of his senses while typing in (that being  nowwwWWW!!!!) and it might also be offending to some (he he..especially the guy over here dozing off, only to be captured by a mobile cam when he wasn't at his photogenic best  ;-) )

Ahem! Take a close look at the scene at the top. The man is very particular about his noon time siesta...( No Problemo, Sir! Pink Floyd's taught us enough, thank you - 'We don't need no education...' )

To those who haven't been here, this is a section of our computer programming lab...presently inhabited by a sleep deprived faculty member, or matka, whatever.

Look on for a few more interesting snaps...

Yepp! A few lazy shots from our lab from the past two weeks: Saala, koi tension nahin, full-too proxy and laphunga-giri, aur vahi chchote-mote games, maar dhaad. 

Reason behind this endeavour.

For one, jobless, ans semi drunk.  Nah! not really. Nor am I crabbed. Just plain stolid. This post is for those who're not that pleased with the things going on...and on occasions seem to be fed up with the system. 

Plus, excessive auditory receptivity to others' (some 5-6 unhappy blokes) rants and riles leave me with no choice but to take on this silent, yet forward step in publicizing This & That.

The lab's the best thing I could do to sight examples from. There are more sorry examples I could gather out of the hallowed (duh!) class-rooms of NIT Warangal - which 'I' found hilarious, though it might not have amused many others notwithstanding the one or two - or more, like me. I don't know why I'm not brimming with gaiety with each passing day as I'm getting closer to becoming an engineer (chhee, sounds too nerdy does it? Too much of Dexter's Lab explains that), and am I at fault? Really?

Dunno.

Oh! and take a look at this: 

No one in class with a few problems to do and a Matka[(short for M.Tech) invisible, though] supervising a 60 odd batch. 

Hah! ' Tic Tac Toe- Kahin bhee ho' never gets me bored ;-)  Not to forget, those routine mass bunks and (mess bunks to hain hee yaar...NESCAFE, AMUL, and the Staff Canteen owe me many a thank-you ) 

Hey, I know we're not in school anymore, and heck! I wasn't ever complaining, but then there goes this saying: 'spare the rod, and spoil the child'. I know I'm not so keen about my subject of study, but I'd really like to see someone trying us (read EEE 2/4) and putting up challenges. Rods, please be spared though....

And mum, if you're reading, I'm hoping I've given you reason enough for your ladhlaa betaa to plunge to cgpa 6 next sem !?! What say?

Ho Ho... hope I'm kidding ;-) and Santa isn't listening :-|

 

AN APOLOGY

I know that I'm paying too less attention to the object of importance, which first got me inditing - my college, NIT W, but save me the pains fellas...

Today's motive behind the type is an apology.

Public display of abhorrent views are detestable. Much to my surprise, the article I'd entered in on ME(a)N-AC(h)E NOSTRALIS started attracting some dirrrrty 

'Googl(e)y' ads, which caught me by surprise, as I didn't think I'd written anything that repulsive...uHHH!

My mom wasn't pleased at all.

But now that my guilt has been established, I'm up to cleaning my image...

I was in a dream - that is to say, I was part of dream, that was going on in my own head. Coz usually, I'm tormenting others in their respective dreams - plus - I rarely dream. And in this particular one, I find myself being chased by a big black dog on a road leading to my home (I was watching 'I am Legend' the day before) and he had me cornered in front of my house gate...I stood there ringing the doorbell, when (O-mah-Gaawd! -  SURPRISE!!!)... 

None other than Will Smith opens the door. 

Aha!, so what does our hero do next to save this once-in-a-blue-moon dreamer?

Nose Picking. Then it starts...the whole yucky mucky stuff - and guess who wins? me, of course! Even the black dog's pissed off by the scum, it runs away. I woke up. That weird dream inspired me to write something (far less nightmarish) about the insanely common habit of you-know-what, only that I'd stretched it a bit too far... :)

Hope next time on, I'm back to biz with something nice to write about our college for a change!

Me.

:)

PS: I've deleted the post 'MENACE NOSTRALIS'... no point searching for that!

A NUMBING NIGHT

Chill. 

Horror.

.

.

.

and Helplessness. I'd never known myself to ever use these word with such gravity as now. For the first time in life, I felt so feeble, so weak.  Or at least that's what the baying kennel brought me to think. 

It was late into the night, with true colors shedding from everything around, except the neon street lamps that I have now come to see as silent spectators to the night-time quiet.

I saw her jump. There was this girl I had a silent crush on, all these years...Her bearing was ever placid, had a steady gaze, countenance gracefully still. I somehow got over her some time ago, but knew that there was something different in her that couldn't be explained. And I saw it. 

It was a three storey spring. I stood there watching. From the opposite terrace. Stood there still. Silence and then a crisp thud so sudden that made me wince. Why was it so ordained that I be witness to the end of her last earthly deed? I forgot where I was. I grew numb in my legs. I'd all along been sitting beside the Sintex water tank, carelessly prying here and there.

O! how I wish I'd made myself evident. Could that have delayed her plans or even changed her mind?-at least for the night?

I felt I was also part of the scheme: A karmic bond engulfing me into the madness of the night.

I fell asleep there itself, on the cold terrace floor....to find myself waking to the piercing lament of a woebegone woman, not too faint amidst the honking of the morning traffic. Yet another dawn, with a thousand men working their way to their daily bread, blissfully oblivious of  the sorrows of the distressed.

Never shall I climb those stairs up again...At least for a long time to come.

UTTERLY AMUL

It's been long since I last gave thought to the AMUL parlour in our campus. The last time I was obliged to pen my views on the matter, was in my first year of college as a mundane assignment given by our 'English for Communication' Prof, to exercise to our prosaic faculties...Mine turned out to be a waste of middle-register pages (borrowed from a weaselly bench mate, who was reluctantly tch-tching as he plucked out a couple of centre-pages!) So I intend to be done with the job now...

My trysts with the site usually find me lightly mocking those who pass by the parlour, or me mimicking those in the parlour, when I myself play passer-by... 

Coming back to the topic of discussion: My first date with the AMUL outlet was not for ice-cream...

A group of lads (including hum) were on their way back to their hostels after a three hour visual ordeal at the 'Rama Krishna', at around 1:30 am. The AMUL parlour had been inaugurated a few days back and we hadn't yet checked it out. We decided to pamper our curiosity and have a look, even as it was understandably closed. 

One little fellow was hesitant to do so, and was particularly keen on getting back to the hostel as early as he could, though he later had no better option but to submit to the collective will of the group. We soon realized that he had one Pepsi too many, and found the backside a convenient space to relieve himself of a full bladder! Poor Dada.

Other activities involve relishing slurps of rich cream (that's going a shade overboard)...plus proximity to the L-H, that promises a decent show. And off late, apart from the chocolate cones I'm prone to buying each time I cross that place, I'm reverently updating myself of the on-campus yoking...not that I can simply ignore. 

ah! Gossip mongers' haven.

Laughter ZINDABAD

What transpired recently in the park close to my house- which I visited for the first time in my life during the pre-sandaas period (that definition highlighting the first thing that's struck off my to-do list for the day ), kept me laughing all day long. I was laughing at laughter. Plus a thing and a half more...I don't make sense!

Connect these words to end up with something sensible enough.

Park...dawn...guffaws...group...oldies...arms raised...ha ha-s...contagious...aunties, joggers, and dogs. Merriment silently first, and exponentially next, works its way through my brain and this transducer of a body transmutes nerve impulses into splits of mirth.

Well, I sure did miss a lot in these many years...

Morning saw me awake unexpectedly at 5 am. I thought, why not get to the park for a change. The incentive, though was a tip off by a good friend that a damsel was on the prowl every weekend morn. I just shouldn't miss it, was my instinctive reaction!

But as it turned out, the lassie had other plans. And I couldn't play spoilsport. So I just watched on, throwing an insouciant stare at what was there...reminding myself to drink away at the half-full glass!

Bang.

A group of elderly women...and men (chhee chhee) with their arms seemingly embracing the Gods...though only reaching out to a handful of leaves- laughing sans souci...was I still in bed? dreaming? weird to dream that way...though my recent dreams had been weirder still!

The ha-has got me doing the same in no time...Were these people nuts? Were they some sort of a club? just ten feet from such entertaining eccentricity, a dog was wooing a she-dog,even as I was attempting coming to terms with the reason behind my mirthful state (now having more tee-hees than ha-has)

Looking up Google, and discussing the matter with a couple of friends has enlightened me towards something called laughter-therapy. To really know more just click here.

Anyways...it isn't anything new for most of you reading this, but I kinda liked the idea totally...thank you dost for the incentive...though I don't need that one anymore!!! To think of our grandparents shedding their inhibitions and laughing like a pack of clowns in public...

ha ha ha!

A sight to remember.

NOCTURNAL RUMINATIONS

I'm not sure this best reflects my mood. Excuse me for iterative poetry on these pages...CAN'T HELP IT.

Into the night this dream unfurls
as I stare into the moonshine dim...
Yearning as ever to brave the cold
and saline, ripe beads of sweat.

As long as blood flows through my veins
O mighty warriors I crave thy games...
For I seek not this life mundane,
Lest I rot in peaceful shame.

O kings of yore, and saints of then,
Let battles wage upon my den.
I want to be a man for once...
And play my part, a victory dance.

Immortality, is what I crave this night
I hate the grasp of corporeal bind.
When Gandhi stares me in the eye,
I feel a chill speed up my spine.

MASS BUNKS PLUS “MAMA I’M COMIN’ HOME”

‘Mass Bunk’ has come to become an oft-repeated term derived from the collegiate lexicon. Most of us are found muttering the words to ourselves, each time the teacher gets just a tad off schedule. With me, it usually starts as whispering to myself followed by a more intense groan-the result of a group of enterprising students gathering courage to shout it out loud-and the till-then dormant mob of a class alights together, out of the classroom, exulting that common sense...uh-oh...common sentiment rather, prevailed- A spectacle not unseen.

‘Mass Bunk’. Funny eh?

No Kidding. Where does it gather its roots from? I mean, we lads in hostels are actually on a perpetual ‘mass-bunk’ (Three out of four years, sob!), though feminine participation is encouraged only in the former context. It is common observation that ‘Chalo yaar! Mass Bunk’ is greeted with more enthusiasm than the chorus ‘Good-Morning Sir’, which sadly lacks the weight it should carry.

Did I say ‘sadly’? Duh!

And now, mass bunk takes an alternate shape this Durga Puja, and I’m looking forward to being back in Delhi, where I’m most probably going to be 24/7/7 online, just a click (or maybe a dozen more) from anyone who gives anirudhjay@gmail.com a damn.

Anyways, mass hysteria is not what I’d ‘compare’ these bunks with. Both are differently one and the same!-Juxtaposed to one another. What say you?

After a seventy day continuum of NIT Warangal, let the student get a break from the monotony of linearity, and be left to indulge in whatever he/she might deem satiable to his/her creativity, or maybe just go sipping away the evening tea with mum, dad, bhai, behen in the veranda...
Reminds me of Ozzy Osborne’s song:

Times have changed, and times are strange,
Here I come, and I ain’t the same...
Mama I’m coming home!

5th The September

5th September. Does it ring a bell? To a vast majority (of the student populace) it does. But to some like me, it’s just any other day- No disrespect towards teachers meant. I’m lousy with dates. On one occasion, I’d forgotten my own birth anniversary-though I was forced to jog my memory when suddenly, my butt became the butt of everybody’s kicking pleasure. Birthday bums “DO” serve some purpose! Hah!

So! Classroom activity on the 5th was all as usual, plus the conferring upon our teachers (uh huh...Professors, Asst. Professors, and lecturers, mind you!) gifts, as tokens of our appreciation and respect.... (Long Pause)

The honors of presenting tiny packed boxes enclosing ‘whatever it may contain-to whomsoever it may concern’ was entrusted to the long manes (an adjective neither apt, nor conveying the true picture that follows)...owing to their evident charms. A Surd (buddy, no offence meant) and 4 girls covered 5 of our teaching faculty.

'
G-SECTION' MEET

And yeah, there was the G-section get-together by sundown. However positive the spirit might have been towards organising the event, I must say, it was a let-down as far as the arrangements were concerned-and I can say that as I wasn’t party to the scheduling, organising and stuff. Many of us got to know that the party, or so it was dubbed, had already started at 5:30pm only by 7 pm. The Nans were a challenge to the palate. Someone joked he could do better with a knife and fork! Fried rice came to sweet rescue.

Positives: Us getting back together and sparing minutes for conversation, that just about revolved around the day to day college stuff, movies, this and that....blah blah. It was good to see many had turned up (though, those who didn’t arrive have got to give their reasons-boys and ‘girl’, both.).

One of my good friends got all drunk, and helping him walk back to the hostel got me all exhausted too...and he let out some of his frustrations and secrets all the way back...Pooh! When someone on your side shouts ‘Nobody Loves Me’ with his arms on your shoulders....not the best place to be, folks! Trust me.

A RHYME, A PLEDGE

Hey Folks! Once more, I take advantage of the luxury of straying away from the NIT Warangal theme, and put before you, the distinguished readers, another instance of my pensive mood...

I wish there were a song to sing,
to bide my time in weariness
and hide the grave dug deep,
which shadows eat into the night.

A score I've scored, and played a part
The one I start now is all well planned
or so it seems to the naive self
though, strong am I to pledge a plan

If ever I am to tread a road,
one that has an even entrance
I swear to God, I'm game to but one shot...

For thus I play with destiny,
folding the letter,sealing it with a kiss
and till the mortal frame stands still...
A promise made shall be kept

-A.J
There is double meaning to this poem, in the third stanza. The strain was composed to mask the intent, a deliberation I had to employ...for what is deciphered by the other, yields me the greatest satisfaction, and thus the poesy has served its purpose.

Tech...No...Zion!!!!

Zionism represents anti-slavery. Well, in a way, Technozion is all about setting free from constraints of technology...though guys like moi, with nothing to do will go nit-picking with anything that comes their way!

Technozion 2008 is one thing that occupies the attention of many these days. I’m somewhat concerned about this forthcoming college fest. Last year, Kalam’s visit was a treat to all those who have been inspired by his life story, and his visions for a developed Inida...and all this and that. But before we bask in the grandeur of last year’s mega event, let us just have a view of what’s there to look forward to this time. I’ve decided to shut my mouth, or else I’d come up with detailed reviews of the fest way before its actual occurrence.

I shall however, not spare any hints to my intented opinion.

Frankly, I’m amazed at how less time we have for Technozion this time...to make all arrangements and preparations. The shifting of Technozion from even semester to odd, gives Spring Spree an even advantage, making it very likely that a musical and non-technical fest would look more attractive in a tech institution such as ours.
Well, we’ll see how the spider builds its web. I can only hope for the best.

STATUS QUO IN THE EDUCATION SCENARIO

It’s been long since I gave serious thoughts to things. I usually write when I’m tired, and need a break, to unwind a little. But today, it’s something different that has got me keying in. It’s like a realization creeping from behind, out of the blue!

What follows, is my take on the student-faculty community I’m dealing with on-campus. And I’ve reason enough to believe that the situation isn’t much different in most of the premier institutes of technology.

The best that we get from our colleges is a handful of guys here and there, pulling hares out of their hats. That sure is good. But the fact that one out of a score of bright guys dares to dream, innovate, and materialize his/her brilliance into a work of genius, works out to be not too great a feat.

It’s up to us, the citizens of the morrow, to learn, think out of the box, and broaden horizons. I believe that students in technical institutions in India are a lot obsessed with the mathematics of all physical phenomena, which results in ignoring the actual phenomena. Well, the truth, however unwelcome or bitter it may seem is that most of the research and scientific progress being made these days isn’t on mathematical and theoretical platforms, but on observational and physical-quantum levels. We don’t want to become mere substitutes for calculators, do we?

The need of the hour isn’t how much information we’re loading our heads with, but channelizing information to solve our problems. Take for instance, the Internet. It always has all the info we require. But it’s up to us, to search for it, and that’s precisely what engineers at Google, Yahoo and the likes are doing- looking for better ways to optimize searches. A similar approach to all of our real-world problems would do us a whole lot of good.

Professors and Lecturers too, need to work hard on not letting the high student-faculty ratios come in their way, when it comes to motivating and pepping up their pupils. (It pained me once, when a lecturer got angry when I’d accidentally written a letter to him with a ‘professor’ against his name) Their job has to be integrated with modern scientific and engineering needs.
In the last century, India has to its name only 4 Nobel Prizes, including Mother Teresa. Hargobind Khorana and S Chandrasekhar won the prize only after years of working in the US! Universities and Research institutions in India are in a mess. It’ll take massive funding to change status quo. As of now,they are pools of mediocrity, coming out with occasional strokes of ingenuity. Careful nurturing of us, the future scientists and engineers, would be top on stratagem.

It’s a pointless exercise, trying to show patriotism in Sunita William’s glory back in the US, or APJ Abdul Kalam’s individual brilliance. Winds of change need to be set into motion. And they can never be individual pushes.

ON 'LIVING IN' WITH PALS

Vinayak, Abhinav and I started off on a debate yesterday. We were trying to reach consensus on a topic which may not ‘concern’ us at this point, and would certainly raise more than mere eyebrows, were our parents there to witness the intensity with which we were pondering and weighing up the pros and cons of a ‘live-in-relationship’.

Yes Sir! We guys here have lot more things to do than just swotting away. Well, actually, more of other stuff, and less study...in fact, it left me flabbergasted when I realised, that what started as a dig at the third rate duplicity in aping the occidentals, eventually led to a three hour animated conversation between the trios, with yours truly largely playing moderator...and that too on some live-in crap!

Vinayak noted that there has transpired a status-quo in the industrially efficient world, which is complemented by a live-in association, wherein, a couple have a mutual understanding of the limitations of time and energy in the fast paced lives of one another, and are more of room-mates than a law bound stree-purush duo. And that, according to him, makes their job easy, though I’d like to clarify, he personally doesn’t support the idea.

Abhinav on the other hand, seemed to have committed to memory all the Hindutva ideologies, that stirred the Indian in you (to an extent), which goes without saying, won on the emotional aspect. Plus, this guy raked deep into history to cite examples that the ‘live-in’ system surfaced many a times in the past, only to die out, in the hands of the sanity of civilization.

And in the end, the one who’s typed in all this, under the spell of drowsy slumber, spoke aloud, “Guys! Cut this crap. I’m happy living in with you guys. C’mon, ek jaadu kee jhappi do yaar!”, only to get kicked on both tashreef ke tokrees and finally pinned down to...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZ... sweet ‘living-in’ shuteye.

RANDOM LEAF OUT OF MY DAY

It's been long since I last typed at 30 wpm(heck, I'm that slow!), and I find myself lost, hunting for words. Content, actually. But that's never a deterrent. I'd blabber anyways.

This time, college has proved to be lot more fun. It's a huge load of my chest, personally, that I'm no more the 'easy-to-lick' junior, and also a recurrent bearer of the brunt of countless jokes, pratical, or otherwise. But our juniors this time, are a merrier lot(and we suspect, a brainier lot too). They've been ragged less, and three cheers for that.

Preparations for Technozion 2008, the annual technical fest of NIT Warangal, have begun with verve(a bitter-sweet symphony, my folks!). All second, third and final years are up to the task...though there could be a slight exaggeration.

The not-so-bright side of life Down South manifests as filthy layers in hostel bathrooms...certainly not an understatement. First years get a fairer deal on that. No more do we have the saarus at our beck and call. No more, do our toilets get the daily dose of cleaning, and no more do we have water 18/7. Ahemm....well, 18/7 was what we had last year, so I'm really entitled to complain.

Oh God. One good thing, though. We're getting tastier food. That's the saving grace.

Classes aren't that heavy as of now, but you never know. I see myself glued to my study-desk one more week through college. Pooh...

I ain't complaining.

STAMPING ON AN EVENTUAL STAMPING GROUND

Arun, Vinayak and I had some jollity, the other day. We ventured into a territory, that very few tread in our campus. Aha! If I got you picturing us as three gutsy adventurists, I’d be very satisfied with my way of putting into words, this tomfoolery of ours. Fact is, with a campus half full of nerd-heads, even an occasional venture out into places other than those where you just eat, sleep, drink or study, would be like heading off on an expedition.

All in all, our tour through our future abode left us with some real fun moments, dodging ditches and mud-puddles...cement and sand falling off the seventh storey accelerating towards us at 9.8 m/s2...all this time joking about the heavy and not-so-heavy lectures, the cranky profs, not missing the occasional personal remarks and snide cracks at some of the hefty females of our class (no personally held feelings, mind you- Only the nerdy, vilified)

The mega-hostel, according to me, would be somewhere around 40% complete, not giving a damn to any statistics that the engineers would be otherwise providing. I don’t really want to make a mockery of this, but pardon me for indulging in witticism.

The mega-hostels pose many a concern to this ever-fidgety mind of mine. My first concern would be preparing an assignment or project for the next day if my weedy friends end up with rooms 200 metres or more, away from mine. Man! single-rooms would take all fun away from life! How can we possibly have those great b’day parties, card-games and movie-get-togethers in rooms which would choke any number greater than two?

One positive point, though. The Ladies Hostel would be close by. Uh-oh...If just writing about the L-H gives me such an adrenaline rush, I’d better reserve my elaborate comments!

And hey! I’m really in no mood to whine...If not anything else, I can surely hope for something better...looking at what we already have to put up with.

BORE...BORING...BORED

It’s been a week in Warangal. And all I’ve done yet, is have read the ‘Week’ in Warangal. Pooh! With no proper Internet connectivity, it’s like being stranded in the middle of an island…

Especially when you’re used to being glued to your chair next to your system all day long, such recesses makes your butt-impressions on the seat fade away, and on the brighter side, breathe a little less impure air…though ignoring the fact, that the recently occupied hostel has toilets that stink right through the nose! Ideal for practicing pranayama...take a deep breath with 10 counts before encroaching the toilet space. Finish the business in another 10 counts with held breath (seriously, the toughest part!), finally exhaling with joy in another 10 breaths, celebrating that we, as the innovators of tomorrow, are finally multi-tasking with amazing dexterity!

See…this slow paced life that I’m temporarily placed in has made me start talking all nonsense!
Better got to stop…Guess I’ll write when I regain my sanity …
That’s it for now!
Abrupt ta-ta!

LAUGHTER, THE BEST MEDICINE

Each year, a new academic calender means a fresh bunch of resolutions and inner promises...that makes one a bit more serious than one's former self...and with lot of work on the cards, pulling one's face comes naturally.

Also, the student's humor betrays his best levels. What with the savant profs laughing at their own jokes(at least, that's what they intend them to be acknowledged as!!)-jokes that seem to be leaving their lips in so mechanical a manner, that one pities them...and would make a five pointer proud...that he's not meeting with their intellectual expectations!!! ha ha!

And a classroom devoid of mirth, when such comments( oh all right, jokes) are thrusted upon them, only puts the bespectacled Prof wide-eyed...or maybe it's the soda bottle effect that their lenses always seem to be giving...all in all, an embarrassing predicament...but to the disadvantage of us, the ill humored(or no-humored pupils, as the profs would readily agree). God save our grades.

Comfort.

Seek the aid of the nine point GPA holders. They are experts at displaying the most perfect fake emotions to the naive Prof.(Oh really?) Ranging from the never wavering eye-contact with 'sir-ji' to those superbly timed smiles and occasional nods of approval...a nine point someone at NIT Warangal sure will do justice to any Bollywood role.

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A study was conducted on a sample of birds/chicks caught unawares (too lend the report creditworthiness). An investigation was made on the possible reasons for the failure/ success in game /bird hunting (including success/failure with chicks). The studies revealed the applicability of the following rules in our day to day bird-hunting endeavours...

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LET'S CELEBRATE 8 OSCARS. CHUCK THE COMPLAINING Posted On: 24/2/09

With Slumdog finally bagging 8 Oscars, I'm sure the debate on whether the movie portrayed India in a 'certain light' has far from ceased. I think most of us have read Arindam Chaudhri's "Don't see Sumdog Millionaire" article where he has gone on to crucify the movie totally, even to the effect of changing many of my friends' outlook towards the film...

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I was 15 minutes into nerdy conversation, when I realised that I had crossed the threshold I had set for myself. Occasionally, I do indulge in such guilty pleasures. Really in no mood to go forward with where this discussion might lead...

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MY MONTHLY GET-AWAY??? Posted On: 28/1/2009

I head to this place occasionally. I don't like others to spot me here. Plus, the job's usually over in half an hour or less. And yesterday I was tempted to come here for no solid reason...

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ONCE UPON A CLASSROOM Posted On: 30/12/2008

I’m well lodged in a front bench, and there’s this black-haired old-man. A funny face masks a man who I doubt would have ever cracked a joke in the last 20 years of a falling mane. His weak vocal chords betray my hearing. He’s moving his lips. He’s standing some 10 yards from where I write...

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EVEN SEMESTER GLOBAL ELECTIVES 2008 Posted On: 21/12/2008

Electives for a 'change' and hopefully some fun! Though, let's hope our choices are determined not by learning from our seniors on which courses throw better grades. Make the most of your choices:

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THERE AND BACK AGAIN...!!! Posted On: 16/12/2008

8:10 pm -


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For the last twenty minutes, I've been trying hard to rivet my attention to one screen, incandescent amidst the dimness that prevails - a deliberate setting, owing to my affinity for black...

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NITW EVEN SEMESTER REGISTRATION DETAILS Posted On: 13/12/2008

Hey folks!

We're now all set to get back to what I refer to as 'Untamed Telangana' - where (let's face it) we've got to celebrate Christmas and the New Year... Sigh!

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RECOILING FOR A FIGHT... Posted On: 8/12/08

Note: Even though this issue has nothing to do with NIT Warangal, it still has weight enough for you guys and gals to give it a thought. Not just that. More than just thought-

Mumbai 26/11.

We all know what happened, so I'll spare you those grum details...

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NIT WARANGAL ODD SEMESTER RESULTS 2008... Posted On:3/12/2008

Watch out for this space for the results. Don't let the pressure build up...Just let the fart out! ;-) Ha! Kidding...

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TO P OR NOT TO P... Posted On: 3/12/2008

Now don't get me wrong. Even though I'm in no mood for Shakespearean conflict, I find the knot not very funny. It's solely the teacher's problem- whether to P or not...

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DE-LITING LITE-RA Posted On: 5/11/2008

I really don't want to be doing this, primarily because I'm supposed to be in the electronics lab giving my practical exams twelve hours from now. But then, something resounds in my head each time the gong bells...'Light lo bey...

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PUBLICIZING THIS AND THATzzzzzzzzzzz....... Posted On: 20/10/2008

DISCLAIMER: The views put forth have been scripted by somebody not in the best of his senses while typing in (that being nowwwWWW!!!!) and it might also be offending to some (he he..especially the guy over here dozing off, only to be captured by a mobile cam when he wasn't at his photogenic best ;-) )

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AN APOLOGY Posted On: 10/10/2008

I know that I'm paying too less attention to the object of importance, which first got me inditing - my college, NIT W, but save me the pains fellas...

Today's motive behind the type is an apology...

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A NUMBING NIGHT Posted On: 8/10/2008

Chill.

Horror....and Helplessness. I'd never known myself to ever use these word with such gravity as now. For the first time in life, I felt so feeble, so weak. Or at least that's what the baying kennel brought me to think.

It was late into the night, with true colors shedding from everything around, except the neon street lamps that I have now come to see as silent spectators to the night-time quiet.

I saw her jump. There was this girl I had a ...

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UTTERLY AMUL Posted On: 4/10/2008

It's been long since I last gave thought to the AMUL parlour in our campus. The last time I was obliged to pen my views on the matter, was in my first year of college as a mundane assignment given by our 'English for Communication' Prof, to exercise to our prosaic faculties...

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Laughter ZINDABAD Poseted On: 28/9/2008

What transpired recently in the park close to my house- which I visited for the first time in my life during the pre-sandaas period (that definition highlighting the first thing that's struck off my to-do list for the day ), kept me laughing all day long. I was laughing at laughter. Plus, a thing and a half more...

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NOCTURNAL RUMINATIONS Posted On: 21/9/2008

I'm not sure this best reflects my mood. Excuse me for iterative poetry on these pages...CAN'T HELP IT.

Into the night this dream unfurls

as I stare into the moonshine dim...

Yearning as ever to brave the cold

and saline, ripe beads of sweat....

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MASS BUNKS PLUS “MAMA, I’M COMIN’ HOME” Posted On: 20/9/2008

‘Mass Bunk’ has come to become an oft-repeated term derived from the collegiate lexicon. Most of us are found muttering the words to ourselves, each time the teacher gets just a tad off schedule. With me, it usually starts as whispering to myself followed by a more intense groan-the result of a group of enterprising students gathering courage to shout it out loud-and the till-then dormant mob of a class alights together, out of the classroom, exulting that common sense...uh-oh...common sentiment rather, prevailed- A spectacle not unseen...

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5th THE SEPTEMBER Posted On: 6/9/2008

5th September. Does it ring a bell? To a vast majority (of the student populace) it does. But to some like me, it’s just any other day- No disrespect towards teachers meant. I’m lousy with dates. On one occasion, I’d forgotten my own birth anniversary-though I was forced to jog my memory when suddenly, my butt became the butt of everybody’s kicking pleasure. Birthday bumps “DO” serve some purpose! Hah!

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Tech...No...Zion!!! Posted On: 2/9/2008

Zionism represents anti-slavery. Well, in a way, Technozion is all about setting free from constraints of technology...though guys like moi, with nothing to do will go nit-picking with anything that comes their way...

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STATUS QUO IN THE EDUCATION SCENARIO Posted On: 26/8/2008

It’s been long since I gave serious thoughts to things. I usually write when I’m tired, and need a break, to unwind a little. But today, it’s something different that has got me keying in. It’s like a realization creeping from behind, out of the blue!..

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ON ‘LIVING IN’ WITH PALS Posted On: 17/8/2008

Vinayak, Abhinav and I started off on a debate yesterday. We were trying to reach consensus on a topic which may not ‘concern’ us at this point, and would certainly raise more than mere eyebrows, were our parents there to witness the intensity with which we were pondering and weighing up the pros and cons of a ‘live-in-relationship’...

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RANDOM LEAF OUT OF MY DAY Posted On: 16/8/2008

It's been long since I last typed at 30 wpm(heck, I'm that slow!), and I find myself lost, hunting for words. Content, actually. But that's never a deterrent. I'd blabber anyways.

This time, college has proved to be lot more fun. It's a huge load of my chest, personally, that I'm no more the 'easy-to-lick' junior, and also a recurrent bearer of the brunt of countless jokes, pratical, or otherwise...

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STAMPING ON AN EVENTUAL STAMPING GROUND Posted On: 30/7/2008

Arun, Vinayak and I had some jollity, the other day. We ventured into a territory, that very few tread in our campus. Aha! If I got you picturing us as three gutsy adventurists, I’d be very satisfied with my way of putting into words, this tomfoolery of ours. Fact is, with a campus half full of nerd-heads, even an occasional venture out into places other than those where you just eat, sleep, drink or study, would be like heading off on an expedition...

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BORE...BORING...BORED Posted On: 27/7/2008

It’s been a week in Warangal. And all I’ve done yet, is have read the ‘Week’ in Warangal. Pooh! With no proper Internet connectivity, it’s like being stranded in the middle of an island…

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LAUGHTER, THE BEST MEDICINE Posted On: 21/7/2008

Each year, a new academic calender means a fresh bunch of resolutions and inner promises...that makes one a bit more serious than one's former self...and with lot of work on the cards, pulling one's face comes naturally...

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TRAIN FOR A DAY Posted On: 16/7/2008

A 24 hour journey. How to make the most of it?

I'm a seasoned traveller, now. I've my own way of making an overnight journey pleasing. A book always comes in handy. More so, fellow ramblers and their funny ways. Occupants on each berth can be identified with some loony toons character...

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VOID MAIN() Posted On: 12/7/2008

Hey, I'm an absolute theist. But that does not mean I'll be facile in shedding my shirt and vest(in that particular order) when I visit certain temples down south!! What with this rule that seemingly makes no sense. Twisted ideologies, or ignorance among us, the new generation of the importance of the ancient rules???

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FINALLY: A FUN PATROL ON THE CARDS Posted On: 3/7/2008

Yuhoo!

That's my way of saying yippee...I'll never say Yahoo! he he ...that's maybe because I'm a Google loyalist!

So!!

With only two weeks left for college, I'm more than happy 'bout it. And yes...this could be my last post for a long time...or at least until I get back to the college confines. And I wonder what shape ragging is going to take this time...

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NO STATE QUOTAS IN NITs Posted On: 1/7/2008

Now here's something new. On June 9, there was an order issued by the Ministry of Human Resource Development, according to which there will be no state quota for admissions into the NITs. That is, apart from the 50% quota for the students of the state in which the NIT is situated, there wouldn't be any fixed state quota for filling up the other 50% seats...

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SHEDDING STEREOTYPES Posted On: 26/6/2008

What is to follow, is an earnest imploration to all those who are, or yet to find themselves rat-trapped into four years of engineering . Well, actually, this is my story. How I feel about engineering now...especially after having had the choice...to never get into it, in the first place!...

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ROOM FOR THOUGHT Posted On: 23/6/2008

Seenu and I have been room-mates for a year now. Mistake. Closet-mates, if at all there is this word. No problemo dude, even if there isn't. You see, if I'm not an Oxford sophomore, it's only coz I don't give a damn to what's there and what's not in that God-forsaken pillow of a dictionary. So...where was I?...

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COUNTRY’S PRIDE LEFT TO BANE Posted On: 22/6/2008

4 NEW IITs. 6 NEW IIMs.

This piece of news is close to three months old. Yet, on the face of it, a perennial hornets' nest, that pisses me off and puts me to wonder whether it's haplessness or hopelessness that inflicts me. Or both...

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LET’S KICK THE BUTT! Posted On: 21/6/2008

Smoke has infested many a budding engineer.It's an issue everywhere. And I fail to see how guys my age get into it in the first place...It's sweet life that's at stake. Let's take a look at the statistics...

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ADDLED ‘Eww-LOGY’ Posted On: 20/6/2008

Enough of all the NIT bashing I've done all along. Doesn't do justice. So, I'm on to phase II. NIT lauding. Now, now...where do I begin? hmmm...there's got to be something. ummmmm...well, lets say...Man! All this f*%#@*_ beats me! Chcheee... Saala thopdaa hil gayaa soch-soch kar....

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SIMPLICITY OR INCIPIENCE ??? Posted On: 18/6/2008

Surcease. This is not a metro. This is conservative South. A Town. An Arcadian squint. Moreover, this is how India really is. At least 99% of India. This is Warangal. But many of us hail from the other 1%....

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STATUTORY WARNING: PALPABLE SCALPS Posted On: 17/6/2008

I hope the heading speaks for itself! There is this issue I have. Though I would insist on emphasizing that the issue hasn't yet bowled me clean. It's actually great loss of certain parts of the body that calls me to caution many an aspirant before they enter these doomed portals, lest they join the balding troupe!...

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MY OPENING ADDRESS Posted On: 16/6/2008

There goes this saying... something akin to pen being mightier than a sword!!...bah, utter nonsense these days...though I'd say that a keyboard definitely is!! See, that's how it works out today. A tussle between old day sagacity and modern day common sense...

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