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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.

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.

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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.