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Monday, July 13, 2009
NIT WARANGAL ROOM ALLOTMENTS / ACCOMODATION
Saturday, June 20, 2009
ACADEMIC CALENDER 2009-10 / REGISTRATION DETAILS
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
TAKE YOUR PICK! QUICK
- triple seated
- double seated
- single seated
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
NIT WARANGAL 2009 EVEN SEMESTER RESULTS
Sunday, April 12, 2009
'CHAL SEENU' - AN APPLAUSE TO SEENU POINT
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
• The Naked Rule
• The Nas(h)ty Rule
• The Pyramid Rule
• The Foursome Rule
INTRODUCTION:
EXPERIMENTAL DETAILS:
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.
DISCUSSIONS:
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’!
;-)
RESULT:
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’.
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)
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
LET'S CELEBRATE 8 OSCARS. CHUCK THE COMPLAINING
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.