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Monday, July 13, 2009

NIT WARANGAL ROOM ALLOTMENTS / ACCOMODATION

Yup, the room types have been allotted to the whole lot of us, and from the looks of it, most of the 2nd years have landed with 13th block (2-guys-in-a-room) arrangement, even thoughsome of them have been lucky enough to make it to the 1k mega-hostel. A majority of the third years on the other hand, have the mega hostel rooms dished out to them, which involuntarily draws frequent yippees and yuhoos from me. Final years (4th years) have got the 14th block to themselves, while some of them couldn't make it, or have voluntarily chosen the 1k mega hostel over it - maybe because the majority of us - would like to use unused bathrooms and probably leave marks on freshly whitewashed walls.

:-)

The situation of the LH is most likely to remain unchanged. I've not really updated myself on that.

The allotment list is available here


Saturday, June 20, 2009

ACADEMIC CALENDER 2009-10 / REGISTRATION DETAILS

The academic calender for the year 2009-10 is out. NITW Registration for even semester 2009 is on the 16th and 17th of the month of July.


Save a copy by clicking on the link

PS: Won't blame you for mumbling expletives under your breath for the exclusion of 'list of holidays' from the single page schedule ;-) .

Registration Details are up too...

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

TAKE YOUR PICK! QUICK

Hey Folks!

It's been quite some time since I posted anything informal in these spaces. CORRECTION.

It's been a while since I've posted anything at all here. [CLICK HERE FOR SOME TIMEPASS LITERATURE]

Chalo, koi nahi....bound to do that soon.

But in the meantime, there's something about hostel allotment that we all might want to discuss. I was laden with hope that those of us - like me - who were now third years in the becoming, would for the first time in NIT W, get 'single occupancy' quarters to soliloquize in. (Till last year, it was only the final years who had the umm...privilège)


Now...

This time they've given us an option on the type of accommodation.
  • triple seated
  • double seated
  • single seated
I am of the opinion that despite hard-hit recessionary times, most of us would want to make the most of a pick on privacy options for the 2 semesters to follow. Regarding the numbers - the option seems to be open to all the second, third and fourth years to be. So we can expect nearly 80% (or more?) of us going for the single seated allotments (costing nearly 2.5 to 3.5 times the amount you would have to shell out for a triple seated room). In any case, the triple and double seated options aren't that inviting to the average NITWit. Apparently, you don't know where to include your room mate option in case you go for the multiple accommodation choice.

Strange.

First Come, First Serve seems to be the mantra...

...and 3rd July happens to be the dead-line. (Indian Postal Service - dhyaan rahe!)

You're all bright folks, and you know what to do next.

:-)


NOTE: It's believed that the final years have 4th block in preference. Best for us to go for the Mega Hostel (1K room hostel)

Contact Number of Dean Student Affairs: 9490165362

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

NIT WARANGAL 2009 EVEN SEMESTER RESULTS

eOne of the few posts I have to associate with dipassionately...

Anyways, here's where you get the NITW RESULTS 2009 -

CLICK HERE -> :-P <- CLICK HERE



Sunday, April 12, 2009

'CHAL SEENU' - AN APPLAUSE TO SEENU POINT


12 midnight. I'm done with a session of rummaging through my notes amidst blaring dB levels from noise created by metal from the adjacent room. It's hot, and I need water...

Why is the water always gone?

;-)

My brain quickly chucks the idea. Thirst is postponed temporarily.


Alighting from my bed, I work my way through the corridor for a moment by the joey, to find a spectator in a dog that has found the bathroom the best place to chill! Very economical - rats abound for the belly and a clogged drainage for tequila - But I wonder how they stand the ammonia in the air...

Anyways, this is when I usually barge into 8-3-16, making my presence felt with a 'CHALO SEENU
!'

30 minutes later...

I'm high already. Time for the next bout of mugging. It would only be a couple of hours from now when I would enter dreamland.

5 30 am:

I wake up to my alarm that goes - 'We don't need no education...'


I need another dose of Seenu. I search my wallet for Rs 5 (which would buy me a cup of tea and two biscuits). All I have is a Rs 500 note. It would do no good. Classic example of water, water everywhere and yet not a drop to drink! I try my roomie's wallet - not a penny in here either. I rush to room number 7-1-5 where I find Abhinav doing his upside-down yogic asana. I ask for some change. Still vertically inverted, he directs me to where he keeps his cash. I latch on to a fistful of coins; mumbling a thank-you, tickle him on his belly; he can't bear the merriment that translates into giggles - he loses balance and curses at me even as I hear a thud, and hurriedly make my way to the compound wall that needs crossing. Seenu, here I come! keep that kettle simmering...

6 15 am:

Once you're on the other side of the wall, everything looks rosy as you walk through some 50 metres to the much talked about 'Seenu Point'.

The nip in the morning air is a turn-on. To my left, women drawing rangolis at the entrances to dwellings which look more like shops
(dukaan and makaan rhyme, don't they?), and three girls drawing their hopscotch ground in the middle of the road with the same rice flour...then you have that man dressed up real funny- in a costume that my friend Seenu says, helps him climb those coconut trees. Anyways, he's the one we go to for coconut-water at noon. Cocks being chased by dogs who seeing you, get distracted - come wagging their tails to exercise their sense of smell...



And when you finally get there - the thatched hut where Seenu has all his cookies, chaai, 'cakes', ciggies and cool drinks for you to choose from - with the morning ginger tea topping the list - The simmering potion is poured into a glass with elan and what is pushed into my hand is a 4 rupee wonder recipe that sis, even you can't beat! Challenge, what say?

I sip - and like magic, all propagation
delays are accounted for, and an active high clear signal is sent to my neural flip flops...

And I am all '
set' for the day.



Saturday, March 28, 2009

BIRD HUNTING: A TECHNICAL PAPER

ABSTRACT:

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.

• The Naked Rule
• The Nas(h)ty Rule
• The Pyramid Rule
• The Foursome Rule

Important Note: The terms chicks and birds have been used, as a convenience measure, synonymous to each other, as both of these are essentially similar in quality, apart from the fact that game birds take more effort. Both prizes are cherished, nonetheless.


INTRODUCTION:

Since the dawn of humankind, dating back to the days of Adam, his apple, Eve and the serpent, men have found it necessary to go bird-hunting. The pleasure derived out of the catch seems to be the driving force behind the motive. The nuances of the complex art of ‘scoring chicks’ have been studied, drawing some conclusions.

EXPERIMENTAL DETAILS:

‘Four-play’ was conducted on the following sample:]
1) THE SITTERS – Easiest to hit on. Score!
2) THE GEESE – These birds have the ‘Geez! You blow me’ look on them. Expressive birds, mind you!
3) THE JUNGLEFOWL – All junglee and foul! Proceed with utmost care with these ones
4) THE WOODCOCKS – You need to dip your beaks hard into these ones.

Note: For one’s own satisfaction, different combinations of foursomes can be experimented with.

DISCUSSIONS:

1) It has been observed that occupying a chick’s attention grants an immediate upper hand, even though it might not seem that apparent. From here, it is advised to play slow at first, and make steady moves. Best to fire when IT starts getting hot. For it is then that the fame turns its head away, unaware of the impending pounce. It is advised to be a tigger all the way!

2) It has been found that a firm grip on the barrel increases the odds of a confident shot (and needless to say, no one’s in the mood to wet their pants doing so, or are we?! ;-) ). In any case, it’s best to oil the gun well before use!

3) Even among chicks, we find something called the ‘pecking order’ (an organisation of people as different ranks in an administrative body). It’s not much of a job segregating the hi-fis from the normal ones.

Now here’s a piece of advice right from my family archives. It’s a poem written by my great-grand-uncle...

O boys and girls from now and then,
Your goofs and b***s excite this pen;
No paltry aid you gift today...
And I was never – ever this gay!

For I bequeath into your hands
The code, the Rulebook of these lands;
And I don’t want this strain delayed;
For here’s the secret on how to get laid...

A roast, a toast; beef and mead;
You dine on these and pay me heed
The dame awaits, a child no more...
Do not delay, I must implore.

‘All worlds’s a play’, it has been said
Is that enough for your appetite to be fed?
We’ll see about that once the game’s begun
You load your barrel and head out for fun!

The bird dictates your movements, yes!
A peek, a glance is enough to guess
Here, the Pecking Order comes to play
And then you go –“What does the rulebook say?”



It says -

“When a chick’s eggs are tasted raw
The ‘entire-course’ would hold no flaw”
Protein exchange - I call it thus;

Play ‘IT’ cool, and make no fuss...


And that, my friends will hold you good.

As long as you like it – hunt you should!

Treasure this gift I pass today...

And you’ll ‘BANG FINE’ and ‘ROLL IN THE HAY’!




DISCLAIMER: Let the above poem convey a clear message on what is expected of us. Misconstruing the poesy in any way other than the direct implication is totally the reader’s problem.

;-)

RESULT:

The Naked Rule (also referred to as the ‘Naked Truth’)

One should have a clear idea of the amount of jungly vegetation one’s dealing with before going game hunting. The ‘Naked Truth’ is that whether or not you have an upper hand as far as artillery is concerned, a nearly barren hunting ground is best for clean shots!

The Nas(h)ty Rule –

In the event of being part of a band of hunters on the prowl, John Nash’s theory on Governing Dynamics comes to play. The best result comes when everyone in the group does what’s good for him and the group.

The Pyramid Rule –

Start at the base, working your way to the top step-by-step. Spending too much time at the nadir would mean missing out on a ‘higher taste’.





The FOURSOME Rule –

A sample should contain not more and not less than 4 varieties of birds (This is a tried and tested number for me. One may come up with one’s own AWESOME ‘X’SOME rule depending on their unique tastes)

HAPPY HUNTING (Wings Tails Feathers !)

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

LET'S CELEBRATE 8 OSCARS. CHUCK THE COMPLAINING

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.

Here's a link to this particular rant:
http://arindamchaudhuri.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-see-slumdog-millionaire-it-sucks.html

But what he has come up with is hypocrisy in a sense, as none of us would be fighting over our 'image' worldwide (which according to people who share his views, has portrayed India as an accidental 'Millionaire') had Slumdog turned out to be an ordinary movie.

Also, I've heard people complaining about how Rehman has come up with better music to be getting this sort of recognition only when he's associated with a Hollywood banner. That's nothing short of silly, since you need a 'good' movie for people to acknowledge the music that's part of the package.

In the end, Slumdog won, and not because of the idea of 'India pigeonholing its identity into the straitjacket of depraved poverty for a global audience.' For the movie portrays realities, only with exaggerations here and there (as if we could come up with a single Bollywood flick that hasn't been romanticized). Plus the cinematography was unique (Could an Indian have brought us to go wide-eyed looking at Dharavi), screenplay adapted near-perfectly and amazing direction.

We all tend to love the underdog, and derive inspiration from Cinderella stories. You want it? So be it!

Monday, February 23, 2009

COPING WITH A FAST WORLD

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...

Ahem...I’d been socialising with the gang-leader of this tribe of nerds for a while now...trying to get a peek into his psyche before an exam...kind of hoping I could tap the vibes of genius around him . I saw myself suppressing the playful desire to bring up topics of girls or vodka – the expression on his face would be least photogenic!

Anyways, this isn’t what I was driving at. I wanted the prose to lead to this – Our Nerd leader, obviously pissed off at the total mismatch of frequencies between us came up with – ‘Okay, I need to study speed adders ! bye’. Grammar being a soft spot with many over here, I got myself to believe that he actually meant being done with the 'adders' portion as soon as he could.

Only 12 hours from that little chat did I come to terms with another of fate’s unique ways of slapping you in the face - Question 4 (b) surprised me with -‘Differentiate the normal binary adders with fast adders in terms of calculating carries and propagation delays.’ That’s why it’s advisable not to miss classes (duh!). At least stay aware of what’s being taught. Not that I’m too bothered leaving 4 (b) unanswered; it’s just one case in point. There are a dozen others.

Talking about speed, let me tell you I visited the post office a week ago to send out a speed post. I found only a bored woman behind the counter with a pile of enveloped content stacked around haphazardly; and bespectacled worn out postmen. Not too enthusiastic about the job at hand. Whenever these guys come to our rooms with the once in a blue-moon mail (usually courier or speed post) the contorted glare dims only upon handing out a Rs 10 note without their prodding.

Can’t really blame them.

Surprising your loved ones with a papery something when they dig into the mailbox is something that’s not done much often nowadays. The idea that words soaked in ink so far away made their way through storm and scorch all the way up to your doorstep – the touch of the brown cover – the scent of starchy gum – the hurried tiff with the adhesive – finally to the sound of paper being ripped - reading word by word...mentally imagining how each syllable would have been mouthed had it been actually said...

I love it, and I’m sure, so do most of us. Can’t we chuck the email once in a while to do it the tortoise’s way? Let’s see more people frequent the college post office now on.

Chuck fast for a change...

At least you won’t be losing out on Question 4(b)!

Cheerio.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

MY MONTHLY GET-AWAY???

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. I think it's the company you keep that makes you 'do that thing you do'. I'll try to be careful next time. Anyways, I've promised myself never fall to such temptation again. You can't really predict when your screws fail you. I thought I would only go there for a 'change of scene', but...

:-)

Before you make any judgement calls, here's a spoiler: This place I head to now and then has its Latin root - liber.

The college library till now has only been to me, a book-lender meant to save some bucks I could spend elsewhere. I also find myself making the monthly doorstep visit to save me from fines. Reissue is the term for it.

I remember back in the 'day' (roughly 10 years from now), when Mommy( a working lady) used to force a sulking me, and book-o-phillic sister into the air conditioned library during those summers when I would have rather swung the willow even at 40+ degree scorch. I think I was naive not to demand pocket money for the 9 hour torture I had to sit through, which was my parents' idea of free and constructive babysitting. Little did mommy know that instead of being a good sonny and reading bound volumes, Suppandi, Shikaari Shambu, Kapish, Cheeku, Chacha Chaudhry, Superman, Batman and the band had come to my rescue. Sis however, kept herself occupied with 300 odd page reads more often than not.

Fast forward to 2009

I now flash my library-card and bow gently to Saraswati and her veena, and find myself greeted with volumes of books whose spines are the only parts that I've ever cared to read. They give their usual haughty attitude and sneer - not that easy to miss. And I still look up to my saviors of yore. But I've never found them here. Not once. That's why these walls suck! (Suck! - would that be called blasphemy?) I understand that I'm on ground where equations and refined logical verses bounce off the walls. I wouldn't want anyone to hope I'd fall prey to their triggered excitation and explode! Far from that.

I'm as 'responsible' as I was back then. Chuckles.

One thing I never miss when I get here are young Mr.s and Ms.s trying to make 'combined and fruitful' study. I've never succeeded at that. I'd never like to be spotted with a lady over here. C'mon guys, isn't it like watching a good movie with blaring music in the background?

I made a trip to renew books yesterday.

Next one's due in 4 weeks.

Sigh.