What I've done

***
what i`ve Done
I've faced myself
To Cross out what I’ve Become
Erase Myself
And let Go of What I’ve done
Put to rest
What you Thought of Me
While I clean this Slate
With the Hands of Uncertainty
***
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest

Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shed but I'm me

I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you
***

This means only two things
1)I'm listening to LP right now
2)I'm totally f****d up

Happy!

Em happy, of course I am. But I can't tell you why.(I, myself am a bit confused about the reason, actually) Of course, nothing has changed. I am still wandering around, jobless, and clueless about future. No turn arounds in love life, it's still empty. And it seems like there are quite a lot of butterflies in my stomach.. damn.. I hate it.

Ok, But I want to know the reason, just like you do. Hmm.. lemme think.

It's nice to be associated with good people, people who are actually good at heart. Sometimes, I just sense truth and sincerity in others heart, without taking much time. And it is quite a nice experience as well.

I guess my happiness comes out of that sort of a feeling.. it must be..

Void

Now that CAT is over, I am facing void again. Have got a few more exams to write, but don't really feel like studying.

Saw a malayalam movie 'Paleri manikyam' yesterday. Didn't like it much. Now em looking forward to the releases of Rocket Singh and 3 Idiots. The boredom might make me watch 'Paa' also. Heard good reviews about it.

Workshop woes

**This was published in the class blog a few months ago. Those who have already read it, please bear with it.

(Yet another incident from my CET life. Slight exaggerations here and there, as usual.)

Usually for Engg. students, third semester begins with a bit of relief. The feeling that 'we are also seniors' comes in and the insecure feeling is far gone. Besides that, they get relaxed, and start to master this unique technique of covering the whole syllabus on the day before the exam. The same happened with all my friends also. (I had started to apply it from first year itself.)

The easiest electronics lab in the whole of B tech course was in that semester. Electronics Workshop. But there, things were not that simple as I expected them to be. I stood inside the workshop, like a rabbit thrown into a lion's cage, in total dismay, in front of RM ma'am. Things got worse when I started to write the rough record. I had to submit it, then go and wait somewhere near the garden that we had in the middle of the dept. building, so that I can catch it when she throws it away. The throwing - catching process went on and I had to redraw pictures several times for some grave reasons like one leg of the resistor is shorter than the other, the angular distance between the legs of BC107 is not accurate enough etc. Later, when I got the first experiment signed, I was relieved, and felt like I had just completed half the requirements for a b tech degree.

But more bitter things were still in store for me. I couldn't attend the regular exams due to chicken pox. And that made me the only person to have a suppli in workshop. I attended the supplementary exam, got Hartley oscillator or something, screwed the whole thing up miserably, and failed again. That put me in one of the worst situations I had to face in my B tech life.

A s5 student attending the workshop exam with juniors.I felt like shit. I entered into the exam hall, and as soon as I saw the internal examiner, I knew that I was doomed. It was none other than S ma'am (who, later turned out to be our VLSI teacher). We were pretty familiar with each other by that time. When I had to go to the staff room related with the SB sir episode in s4, along with bond, Bimal etc., we had already had an encounter. At that time, she had blessed me with some divine words like "Nee orukaalathum gunam pidikkilla" (Translation will destroy it's beauty.) as if I had done something highly reprehensible. (Gosh.. but all that was for not writing class notes..!!)

When I was drawing the layout, she came walking towards me, with a disdainful look.

"You stay at MH. Don't you?"

"Yes ma'am"

"So you proud MH ite, you have no intention to complete the course in four years huh?"


I didn't know how to react. I was already a bit nervous. I wanted to ask her to give me some peace of mind. I knew that it would make her more hostile. So I kept looking at my answer sheet without saying a word.


"What is your first year gpa?"

"6.4"

Right then, she sat on a stool near to me. I knew that she was not gonna leave me soon.

"What was your entrance rank?"

"194"

"What about your tenth and plus two marks?"

"94 and 88"

"Don't you feel ashamed of yourself and what you are doing? You are letting your parents down in a big way."

She was snarling at me like I just raped someone right there.

"Why don't you tell all these on another occasion?" was all what I said in my mind. I just stopped drawing with a deep sigh. I looked at her with a 'What the fuck you want' kind of an expression.

She got more furious.

"What do you think of yourself.. huh? Now, all of you MHites do have a feeling that you have conquered the world. But once you get out of the college, you will know what real life is.. At that time, you will regret thinking of all these. But it will be too late.. Your parents will also suffer for what you are doing now.."

I decided to change the track, and tried to bring a sad expression on my face as if, I was deeply moved by her words. Shook my head in between and kept staring on the floor. "Oh.. you just opened my eyes!!" was all what I wanted to convey, and from her face, I knew that I had done very well..


I saw her face expression changing. She used her palm to support her chin, and her face looked like that of someone who is at the funeral of a close relative.

"You have done a few mistakes, but now you are worried about your future, right?"

Her voice was very soft.(Er... I mean.. the maximum softness that she could bring in her voice. of course, she has got her own limits..)

I nodded very slowly.

"Why you were not able to study properly?"

For a moment, I was blank. What would I say? I can't tell her that it was because I didn't give a fuck about studying. I couldn't figure out anything quickly. So I chose the option of silence.

After a few seconds, she leaned forward, and asked in a lowered voice.

"You have any problems?"

"Eh?"

"I mean, any mental problems?"

I felt like rolling over the floor and laughing, but I did respect her concern. Somehow, I managed to keep the sadness on my face, and replied.

"No, ma'am."

"Physical?"

I wanted to say something and abandoned the idea too quickly. I had to turn my face to the other side so that she wouldn't see me smiling. I retained the sadness, and turned back.

"No"

She crossed her fingers, and said very seriously..

"Anyways, we have to find a solution. Do you study at least an hour everyday?"

"Yes ma'am"

I replied without thinking much.

"No, you don't.. Because if you did, you should have scored at least 7.5"

"Er.. actually... I started doing so only in this semester ma'am.. "

"Hmmm... That's good. You should promise me that you will continue to do that.."

"I promise, ma'am"

"That's really good.. Now go on.. "

As she left, I felt totally relieved. Somehow, I managed an output that time.. But, the trouble wasn't fully over. Viva was still left.

As I sat in front of the external examiner, she, straight away, asked me to identify some components. My eyeballs bulged outwards as if I was looking at a ufo. Examiner got a clear idea of my pathetic condition and let me go very quickly..

So that was how the thing got ended, folks.. and the only thing left was a
promise. What about that? Now, even if I tell you that I kept my word, You will take it to be a joke. Won't you??

Mr.P and Mr.B

**This was published in the class blog a few months ago. Those who have already read it, please bear with it.


*Story is real, even though it has been slightly exaggerated.

**Sorry for the nasty language in between. Couldn't avoid it.


You could imagine how happy a brother would be when the wedding of his only sister is approaching. So was I during last July, my sister's wedding was to be held on 11th of that month. But all my happiness got pulverized when the internal evaluation of our mini project was fixed on the same day. It was not possible for me to abstain from the function. My sister asked me to bunk the presentation and come straight away. I thought of asking for a special permission to present it later. But I had to meet S B sir for it and his impression of me is too good. He thinks that I am the 'Goonda of MH' or something. So such permission would be so difficult to get from him. Anyways, I decided to try since there was no other option.

When I went there, he was not in his room. P sir was sitting there. Then, I had that idea. He was also in charge of our mini project. So I'll ask him. He obviously didn't have any opinion about me. To have any opinion about the students, he must at least meet them once in a while, right?

I went near, and said, "Good afternoon sir, Em Sudeep from s6 Applied."

He raised his face and looked at me.

"Sir, can you please give me a permission to postpone my mini project viva? My teammates will present it and I can't come on that day. The thing is that...."

He didn't allow me to complete. Before that, he said, "Ok.. I'll conduct it after S8. Will that be ok with you?"

I almost said a thank you and turned back. That was the softness with which he said that.

Damn!! He doesn't want to know even the reason, I thought. I was obviously not in a mood to enjoy the sarcasm in it.

"Sir, My sister's wedding is on the same day. So... "

"Oh... is it so? Such reasons are so simple to create, right? Can you give me any proof for that?"

"Sir, I'll show you the invitation card."

"Ok.. Then show me that"

I didn't have an invitation card with me at that time. So I ran back to the hostel and came back with the card. I thought about the various possibilities for him to deny me the permission, on the way. But what happened was beyond my imagination.

I barged into the room and handed the card over to him. He started to look at it with a grim face. He was examining it so closely as if it was a document regarding national security or something. He looked at the front side of it for some time, and then turned it back. He stared at the back side for a few moments even though nothing was written there. I kept wondering what the hell was he trying to discover.

Suddenly, there arrived a triumphant smile on his face. He looked at me, proudly, as if he had defeated me in some wrestling championship. This time, B sir was also sitting next to him. P sir explained to both of us as if Sherlock Holmes was describing a case which he had proved with his dexterous maneuvers.

"This card looks pretty new. So straight from here, you went to the press and made this fake proof, didn't you?"

I was shocked to know that people, that too college professors would be this much absurd at certain times. He thinks that I could have made such a fake proof from a press within that much time!! If atleast I could think like that, I would definitely have been in a better position in my life.

I recuperated from that quickly, but couldn't easily figure out anything to defend my part.

"Go to hell, you sh*t head" was all what I said in my mind.

"Sir, usually in our place, we keep invitation cards as new. No one invites anybody with an old looking card"

I managed to say that much.

He frowned as if I had defied his great scientific discovery or something. At that moment, B sir came to my rescue. He said that it looked genuine and could be accepted as a reason. Then, P sir also agreed. Wow, what a good man he is, I thought, which was to be corrected later.


"So, what are you gonna bring us after the wedding? Bring us some sarkkara varatti"

Said P sir.

I smiled and nodded. Then, again, B sir interrupted.

"That's something we can have here also. Where is your house?"

"Palakkad, sir"

"So bring us some Palakkad special.. Hmm.. Well... I've heard that Palakkad is well known for Halwa. So bring that"

Now from where did he get all these valuable information?? I've heard about Kozhikkodan Halwa but not Palakkadan. But it was not the right time for an argument. I just wanted to get out of there, as quickly as possible.

So I smiled, and accepted everything, and said "oh.. Sure sir"

Again, he started to give me instructions like bring a piece of size this much, pack it properly and bring it to the staff room for us etc.

I, somehow managed to keep the smile on my face and nodded for all these even though I was saying "F*ck #&%$@ S*ck &&^$ @)**^ @#^& ^*^ ^%$@" in my mind. That's one of my greatest plus points. Seeing me, you will never think that this much is going on inside me.

Finally, it was over and I turned back saying “Thank you”. When I was about to get out of the room, B sir called me back.

"Hey, you.. come back here"

I went back thinking that this must be something really important, most probably regarding when would I have to give my viva. He gestured me to come near and said in a lowered voice as if he was telling me a secret which only he, in this world, knew.

"Do you know what my name is? It's B. So when you bring the Halwa, if I'm not here in my room, give it to someone else and ask them to hand it over to B sir, ok?"

"Definitely, sir"

I came out of the room. My mind reveled because I could go for the function without any worries about mini pro. I pitied B sir for taking it so seriously. But all these turned out to be irrelevant when presentation was postponed for the whole class.

***
I used to have a great bit of respect towards my teachers till I joined this college. I strongly believed that 'Guru' is equal to 'God'. For me, my parents and my teachers are the greatest gods in this world. Even during these days also, when I go home, I meet my teachers or at least call them, and get their blessings.


I do have certain regrets about my college life. I have done certain things which I should not have and I haven't done certain things which I should have. And my greatest regret is that I don't love or respect my teachers in this college the way I used to do till I reached this college. It hurts far more than screwing up my exams and spoiling my future. But such incidents help me a great deal to get rid of that regret..

The rain that brought some thoughts

**This was published in the class blog a few months ago. Those who have already read it, please bear with it.


Days seem so similar. Nothing much happens on a particular day. The things that I read and things that I scribble somewhere seem to be the only difference between today and yesterday. I do have a clear idea of what I want to do in my life (Of course, it has been changing from time to time). But I don’t feel like I am moving towards what I intend to achieve. “If you want to do something in your life, now is the only time to do it.” I remember reading so in a book written by Robin Sharma(Don’t exactly remember which one. The monk who sold his Ferrari, may be). That really makes sense, doesn’t it? Right now, I can’t decipher what my life is heading towards.

All these were the thoughts in my mind when I was lying on the bed last night, with total darkness around. It was 1.30 or so. My roommate was lying next to me, sleeping peacefully. Hostel was not fully asleep. There will always be someone awake at MH. I could hear a song being played somewhere.

Right then, I heard the sound of water pouring down and hitting the earth. It was raining. I got up and walked towards the window. Small water droplets were coming in. I stood there for a while, enjoying the rain, listening to the music embedded in it.

Nature beckons from outside, and I couldn’t resist it. I took my clothes off, wore a towel and ran out. In CET MH, grills are always open. So anyone could go out any time. I ran to the ground in front of the hostel and stood at the center.

I looked back at the hostel, with the cool water refreshing both my mind and body. It was an obscure view of the notorious MH. CET men’s hostel, where I arrived with a lot of hope about my future, where I had to face the worst situations of my life (as far as studies were concerned.), where I learned to stand up and fight, where my dreams got mutilated and then reverted, where I earned a lot of close friends, where I tried to walk on eggshells when small fights occurred between my friends, where I met some audacious bunch of people doing crazy things consistently and above all, where I learned a lot about life, if not about engineering. These were the things that I achieved in these four years, I could achieve only this much.

I will have to bid adieu to this place, within a few months, being jobless. But in that poignant moment, I will never regret my decision to be a part of this hostel, not one bit (huh… Joker has influenced me pretty much). Besides all the difficulties that I had to face, I will cherish each and every moment that I spent here.

Rain had almost stopped. I walked back slowly.

The tachometer story

**This was published in the class blog a few months ago. Those who have already read it, please bear with it.

**Pals, here I am going to tell you a story,which actually happened in our electrical machines lab.It happened during our university exam.I am going to describe it in first person because it will make it more funny.I will not tell you the name of the real hero due to his persuasion(threats). **
(This doesn't deny the possibility of that brave soul being me.. ok??)

**Tachometer is an instrument used in electrical machines lab to measure the number of rotations of a machine. There are two types. Digital and analog. Analog is inserted at the rotating part of the machine and it displays the number of rotations. Digital produces a laser beam. It is made to fall in the rotating part and number of rotations will be displayed.

Well.. guys, as always it is, I rarely had any interest in attending classes during s6 also.Let it be theory classes, or labs, those ain't bothering me. But still, I had to get into machines lab several times for attendance. Since their department was notorious for giving lowest internal marks, friends persuaded me to get in. sometimes, I yielded, sometimes I didn't.
But of course, I never allowed anything to affect my reputation. I was deeply engaged in my own businesses when all those dirty machines worked and others took readings...

But, as usual, when the exam was coming near, I found myself at sea.(that has become so regular!!) Just one day before the exam, I started to study so hard. I didn't feel as if I've ever seen any of those machines.Dc series,shunt, and all that crap. I tried to make out how each machine looked like, how to make all those connections and all that.


Next day, I entered into the exam hall with full confidence.I got an experiment and somehow I managed to write down all the stuff.(I don't even remember which one.. Why should I? Human brain doesn't have unlimited storage like gmail inbox).

I went to fetch components. I wasn't very sure if all those were the right components since I was seeing them for the first time.(Or atleast, i felt so..) The component list consisted of one thing called tachometer.I had a clear idea of how it was used. My friend had explained everything with hand gestures since it was impossible to have a real instrument. Right then, a question came towards me.
"You want a digital tachometer or an analog one?"
Well... that was a situation which I had never thought of.I didn't even know that two types existed.I was so confused as if a child was asked to choose between his mom and dad.
Now lemme tell you guys, when such a crisis occurs in your life, try to be purely logical, listen to your brain..
And that was exactly what I did..
Analog and digital.. Both of them revolved around my head.. digital.. means what? only ones and zeros.. thats much better.. isn't it?
I thought of the two subjects that we studied in 4th semester.. Analog(communication) and digital(electronics).. I thought of the way in which I miserably failed in one of them and managed to secure passmark in the other.. wow!! That was the most logical thing that I had ever thought of..
I said in a firm voice "digital..."

Somehow, I managed to make all the connections. I turned the machine on. I had to measure the number of rotations of the machine. So, that was where tachometer came into play. I tried to memorize what my friends explained to me. Tachometer had to be inserted at one end of the rotating part. I looked at the end of the tachometer and the hole in the machine.

"Naa... this isn't gonna make it"

I was pretty sure about that. The hole was too small. I walked to the other side of the machine. The hole on that side was slightly bigger. But still, I was confused like a baby in a topless bar. I was very sure that this was the way in which a tachometer was used. May be, I'll have to insert it forcefully, I thought.

I took two steps backwards. With all my strength, I tried to insert the tachometer.

"No... Not like that !!!!"

There came a roar from behind. When turned back, I saw the lab attender running towards me. He grabbed the tachometer.

"Is this your first time here?"

He said in a grim voice. I shrugged as if I was being accused of something which I never knew about. He gave me an angry look and showed me how to use the digital tachometer. For the rest of the experiment, it was him who took the readings. May be he shuddered that I would damage anything.

When I told this to all my friends later, they were all laughing just like they were watching a Jim carry movie or something. What is there to laugh so much... huh?? I handled it very well eventhough I didn't know a thing about all those machines and instruments.didn't I??
What do you guys say??

Facing an exam

I am going to face CAT on dec 4th. Starting to feel slight excitement - mixed tension. I am sort of happy that I am tensed. Well.. I know that it sounds ridiculous. But what to do? It happens to be the truth. The thing is that, I haven't experienced this sort of a tension ever since I entered into engineering college. Tension indicates that you have a wish to do well in the exam.. right? So that's what I am happy about.

But, I don't say that I wrote all my engineering exams the easy going way. There was tension, but of a different sort. There, the thoughts were like, "God.. what the f*** the SOBs are gonna ask?', "The assholes who wrote the syllabus should be shot" "Donno if I'll be able to write down some crap and get pass mark" etc. Now it is like "God.. will I be able to crack at least two sets in Di?", "Donno what the pattern of the exam will be".. and so on..

Obviously, the second way of facing an exam is much better. It feels better when you don't hate the exam, the questions asked, and the topics from which the questions are being asked.

I wish if I could love my Engineering subjects. Sigh..

Malgudy school days, Davinci code

So those are the two books that I read during the last two weeks. The first one was simple and subtle description of a eleven year old boy's adventures. It is a slightly abridged version of R.K Narayan's much celebrated novel, Swami and friends. A nice read.

Da Vinci code happened to be the thriller that I am reading after a long time. (The last thriller that i read was protector by David Morrel.. or atleast i guess so)Had read it once as e - book. But, the crt monitor had made me apply some speed reading techniques that time.

A good one, by the standards of thriller fiction. It is quite wonderful how Dan Brown thought out the idea from original artworks.

I feel too lazy to write detailed reviews..

I hate MNS!!

I have always been totally against Mr. Raj Thackeray and the his party, for the totally absurd things that they are doing. They belong to a state where farmers are facing an utter debacle and the suicide rates among the farmers are increasing continuously. Instead of taking up any issue that really matter for the people, they stick to the highly reprehensible way of functioning. But the fact that keeps me worried is, in spite of all these bullshit, they are gaining some popularity in Maharashtra.

Now, the assault in the Maharashtra assembly has turned out to be yet another reason for me to detest MNS. What is wrong if someone takes the oath in Hindi? Isn't Hindi our national language?

If we listen to Mr. Raj Thackeray, we will have to split our country and make each state a new country.

Now, I hear a new opinion that the whole incident in the assembly was a drama meant for publicity. http://shobhaade.blogspot.com/2009/11/fully-bogus.html

The people of Maharashtra need to reject this MNS idiots and wipe them out totally

Moon water

The discovery of water in the moon was great indeed.. Now, each and every day, am hearing more and more exciting info about that. In today's paper, I read the way in which water is being formed in the moon. According to the current speculation, moon's surface acts as a sponge and absorbs hydrogen ions from the sun. Then, inside the surface, it combines it with oxygen to produce hydroxyl ions, and then, water. Seems very interesting.. doesn't it?

This discovery is really huge. Especially, when earth is facing a scarcity of water. Let's hope that scientists will bring about ways of exploring moon water. Now, suppose that we did achieve that. Won't that water be more expensive? Definitely, it will be. So, will the poor be able to afford it? Or will only the upper class with enough dough with them be able to enjoy moon water?

Ensuring the supply of water for the poor is going to be a huge issue, anyway. Even if we explore moon water or not. In some of the poor African countries, water supply is controlled by private agencies and the poor people are having a hard time. They are forced to spend a large portion of their income for buying water only.

At last, Argentina made it!!

And at last, Argentina has made it to the next years world cup, without leaving it to the play off. Am so glad for Maradona and his team. But they will have to do a much better job in the world cup if they want to make a mark.

Waiting to see Lionel Messi, best football player of the contemporary world, according to me, playing for his country. I hope this time, luck will also be with the Argentinians.

Pakistan needs to act

Terrorists unleashed yet another attack on Pakistan, spreading chaos all around. All the recent attacks that occurred in Pakistan were highly organised and exceedingly well executed, leaving the common people traumatized. The Pakistan Government will have to act rigorously, that too, as quickly as possible. Questions concerning the legitimacy of Pakistan has already been raised several times, in the International arena. Strict and clever action will only be the proper reply.

Once, the Pakistan Government got enticed by the destruction of India and tried to use terrorism as catalyst for it. Now, their country is facing a snub due to that foolish decision.

The other countries, especially India, need to be concerned about the happenings in Pakistan. Plenty of proof has been obtained for the nexus between Taliban and the anti- India extremist groups. We can't even deny the possibility of the nuclear weapon reaching the hands of these these groups, if their rein continues. In case that happens, the consequent catastrophe will be too severe us to stop. So, our Government will have to see the current events in Pakistan as a premonition and exert pressure on their counterparts to do the required.

loved it!!

Finished reading '2 states' today morning. But, this time, I am not going to write any review on the the book, just the way I was doing for the last few books that I read. It's not because I didn't like the book. (I loved it!!) There is no need for a review. It is better you read the book yourself than reading my(or any) boring review.

If you liked FPS, you would like this one, too. It is filled with the same sort of sarcasm and humorous observations.

2 states!!

Em so happy to procure a copy of Chetan Bhagat's new novel, 2 states. Bought it today, from the DC book shop.

Hopefiully, I will complete it today itself.

Election thoughts

The Maharashtra assembly elections are going on. Just like any other election, it provides us with plenty of things to ponder about...

Political parties use film stars and other celebrities to entice the common people and make them attend their rallies. It is a highly bad and reprehensible custom. Parties should try to attract people with their pragmatic approach to common man's problems.

The assets of a Maharashtra MLA grew by RS.520 million between the election in 2004 and this year!! I was totally astounded.. I don't think that these people are paying any sort of attention to anything other than their own euphoria after they are being elected by the stupid common men..

The BJP - Sena ally seems to be totally out of touch in Maharashtra. They are still to recuperate from the debacle that they had to face when MNS grew as strong menace. MNS, at the same time, has grown pretty much in popularity. But, quite unfortunately, MNS leaders have got hardly any time to scrutinize the problems faced by common people. They are concentrating on changing the names of institutions and assaulting people from other states. Many of the statements by MNS leaders are totally against the concept of national integration. But besides all these, they have succeeded in gaining some popularity in Maharashtra. That seems quite a premonition

An award which Mr. Obama didn't deserve..

I am having a hard time these days. My preparation for MBA entrance exams is not going that well. My performance in the last two mock tests were poor. In the day time, I try to burnish my problem solving skills and make some changes happen. But still, I can't see any change. Have got an exam tomorrow. Let me see how I perform.

Yesterday afternoon, I was lying on the bed, with some similar thoughts in my mind. I knew that I was not going to make anything happen thinking, and doing nothing. Only a pragmatic approach could make a difference. Right then, my mobile rang. It was the regular news update. "Nobel prize for peace will be awarded to Mr. Obama" - It said..

I was totally surprised. That was really unexpected indeed. Especially, considering the fact that only twelve days were left for the nomination after Mr. Obama took charge as the president. It was highly improbable that he could contribute heavily for world peace within those twelve days.

I myself, saw the election of Mr. Obama as a good sign. He was a man with some good intentions. The public did have a heavy amount of hope on him. But, he has not been able to live up to all those expectations.

His promise of closing the Guantanamo has not been fulfilled yet. Most of the people from Yemen are still being detained there even though people from some other countries have been released. The problem is that Yemen does not have a good rehabilitation program and I don't think that it is a good enough reason for denying someone freedom. Mr. Obama has not done anything to solve the Palestine - Israel conflict. Solving it was also among his pre election promises.

The Nobel prize has given a very bad indication to the ordinary people. No one, including an American president should have been given such an award for simply talking about the action plans to sustain peace. This award seems more like "come on.. you can do what ever you talked about" sort of award. It is an encouragement for what he is supposed to do in the future rather than a recognition of what he has already done. And that was the worst way to give away this award..

How do we tackle the food crisis?

Seems like books are the subject about which I write, most of these days. I don't want my blog to be a boring book review blog (as one of friends told after looking into it).. nah.. not at all.. But what to do? I love books and that's what I feel like writing about most of the time.

The statistics about climate change and food crisis that appear in newspapers are really astounding. Today, I read an article, according to which the demand for food in 2050 will be 70% more than the total food that we produce now. I was sort of shocked. Is our food grain production going to increase substantially in the coming years? I don't think so.. Unless we do something miraculous about it.

I, myself am coming from a village in Kerala. During my childhood, people of my place used to rely heavily on agriculture. My village used to be so beautiful, with greenish, splendid paddy fields spread around. Those paddy fields are still there, but no one is interested in taking up agriculture as a profession these days. There is an enormous decrease in the availability of work force, due to the increased migration to the cities. My grand father owned some paddy fields, where, we have planted trees now.

But in spite of the falling food grain production, it is estimated that we do produce enough food to feed all the people currently living in this world. But, the problem is that a large amount of people are far too poor to buy anything to eat.

Our politicians(most of them, of course) have no time to seriously think about all these and do something effectively. They are all busy, playing the religious card or making money for their younger generations.

The rich, educated class of our country is also not actually doing anything. They are happy as far as they can stay rich. They live, leading a fake aristocratic life, being least bothered about the poverty or food crisis.

Trust me - Rajashree

I was hovering around in the second hand/pirated book shop two weeks ago, and in between, I noticed this book. i had not heard about the author, so was kinda skeptical about it. Right then, I noticed that there was an opinion by Chetan Bhagat on the cover. 'Impressive debut' - Didn't think much and picked it up.

'Trust me' turned out to be a funny, engaging, time pass read. As mentioned in the cover of the book, 'real Indian chick-lit romance'

The main protagonist is Parvathy, a 22 year old girl, who lives in Mumbai, along with her room mate, Shweta(Well, em not very sure about the name), whose heavy metal music is the only thing that Paro can't stand with.

Paro was from a very small town. She wanted to be an art director, and that's why she was there in Mumbai. First, she worked in an advertising company. There, she fell in love with a cameraman, named Karan. They made love once, and Paro got pregnant. As soon as Karan came to know this, he dumped her. It was an emotional catastrophe for poor Paro.

Her boss in the company tried to make use of her situation and invite her to bed. She quit her job and sought another one.

A friend helped her to find her a job, as an assistant director in a Hindi movie. That was a totally new experience for her. She got exasperated at certain occasions, especially when she came to know that the actresses had to sleep with directors, producers etc. in order to fetch roles.

In the film set, she met Rahul Kapoor, who was a new guy in the industry, an aspiring young actor. he fell in love with Paro, but she was too skeptical just because of her bitter experience with Karan.

Paro makes up her mind, not to fall in love with anyone, supported by the advices of her friends. But, she couldn't help herself. In the climax of the story, she realizes that Rahul is the one made for her, only her.

The story is woven in a very adroit and humorous way. Light, and subtle. I would wait for Rajashree's second novel, wondering what subject she would take up now.

Wading along

Yesterday, I went to write my first AIM CAT conducted by TIME. My performance wasn't any good. Am yet to know the results.

I was totally tired by the time I came back to my room. Heat was very severe outside. I sprawled on to the bed as soon as I reached back, and slept just like that. Survived the whole day eating noodles and bread. I didn't want to waste money eating outside. It's not that I am being a niggard. I don't have too much money left after applying for 2 - 3 mba entrance exams. Each costs around 1500 rs.

In the evening, I tried to study, but felt like I needed a refreshment. I thought I would continue reading 'Japanese wife' but couldn't read it for long. Felt that I had been reading too much heavy stuff. Couldn't fully understand some of the stories in 'Japanese wife' because it had considerable amount of history involved in it. Some of the people mentioned in the book was totally unfamiliar for me.

Wanted to read something, light and funny. So I started reading 'Trust me' by Rajashree. Turned out to be a very interesting read.

Have got immense amount of work left in front of me. Need to perform much better in the coming AIM CATs.

Life of Pi - Yann Martel

The book which won the man booker prize in 2002.

The book tells the story of an Indian boy, Piscine Moliter Patel, known as Pi patel. His parents owned a zoo at Pondicherry. So, from his childhood, he was pretty much familiar with wild animals.

Pi showed a very keen interest in religious matters. He loved god, and he felt a deep sort of intimacy with god. He learned the religious practices of Hindus, Muslims and Christians. His parents were upset about this and they tried to resolve the problem with the help of the local priests, but not without much success.

Pi never knew that it was a turning point in his life, when his dad decided to relocate the zoo to Canada. They set off to Canada on a Japanese cargo ship, with a not so comfortable cargo, the animals.

The ship sank in the middle of the Pacific ocean, and all except Pi were drowned. Pi found himself in a lifeboat with a hyena, a tiger, an orang utan and a zebra with a broken leg. The hyena killed the zebra and the monkey very soon. The tiger fed on the hyena and Pi was left alone with a tiger, on a lifeboat, in the middle of the ocean.

He made a raft and tied it to the boat to escape from falling prey to the tiger. He caught fish and fed the tiger with it. Pi was always vigilant, because death, in the form of a tiger, was right beside him.

He survived around 200 hundred days, and during the course, he ate raw fish, turtle meat and once, even the droppings of the tiger.

Towards the end of his adventure, he made a botanical discovery. He found a large group of algae, growing in the middle of ocean, and forming a small island. There were trees growing on it. He lived in the island for a few days, but left as soon as he found out that the trees were carnivorous.

At last, he reached the coast of Mexico, and as soon they hit the shore, the tiger ran away. People could hardly believe his story of survival.

An adventure novel, an interesting read. The happenings in the middle of the Pacific is not something that the author can experience. And hence, his imagination is appreciable.

BJP and obscene western music

Seems like this world is going to hell!!(So am I.. But who cares?) Every day I see the news about climate change disrupting the normal living of people all around the world. News paper reading is a tough task these days. Yesterday, in the opinion page of 'the hindu', I saw the picture of an African child affected with malnutrition. It's condition was so pathetic that I couldn't think of anything else for the next two hours.

But the news on Indian politics do provide some relief. BJP has promised the people of Hariana that the party will ban obscene western music, if elected. This statement was in their election manifesto and when a party spokesperson was asked about this, he failed to define what obscene western music was. A few more questions, and he was totally exasperated. He said that the party is not going to win the elections, so, why make a big fuss about what ever is said in their election manifesto.. Well.. This is hilarious isn't it? I had a good laugh over it..

BJP will have to ban item numbers in Bollywood before they ban western music. They will have to conduct a meeting and sort out the difference between obscene and decent western music.

Do things like this happen only in Indian politics?

Hysteria

I want my head to burst into pieces, I want my eyes to get swollen out of sleeplessness, and I want to have a dream, in which an elephant would try to catch me. Dream, well.. what a beautiful word that is.. Once, I dreamt of dining with the duke of Venice, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I found myself lying in the sewage.

Okay.. Okay.. chill...chill.. Everything is under control. Some sort of hysteria is pervading through the walls of my brain.

Oho.. What am I typing about? I started this blog, anticipating it to be an update about what is going on in my life. But, it turned another way. Thank God, this ain't a popular blog. Otherwise, the readers would have shot me dead for posting meaningless stuff like this.

Am at the office, working on this public holiday. No, no.. Don't mistake it to be the diligence concerning my work. Of course, if you know me well, you are not gonna think that way.I'll take leave on a working day instead of this.

At last, Pakistan has started to take actions in order to suppress terrorism. (At least, it looks that way..). It was an audacious thing to do, because the Government will have to take a lot of blame from inside their country, for being swayed by the pressure from India.

I am so thrilled to hear that Chetan Bhagat's new book is going to get released on October 8th. Currently, am reading Life of Pi, winner of the Man Booker prize, 2002. Hope to finish it soon.

The reluctant fundamentalist - Mohsin Hameed

This book, which found a place in the short list for Man Booker prize 2007, is a portrayal of how a Pakistani Muslim's life changes after the 9/11 terrorist attacks.

The story begins as the author, guides An American tourist, along the streets of Lahore. The author describes his story to the tourist as they have food together from a road side restaurant.

The author did his graduation from Princeton University in New York and he acquired a high paid job there itself. He fell in love with an American girl, Erica, during his Princeton days. But, Erica was a girl who had lost her lover, who was also her childhood companion. Her love towards Chris, was so strong and true that she could not accept the truth that he was no more, even several years after his death took place.

Erica liked the author, but it was not possible for her give away the space in her heart that was once occupied by Chris. At one occasion, author and Erica tried to have sex with each other, but she failed to get aroused. She confessed that it has been always like that ever since Chris died.

Erica believed that Chris was not gone yet and her mind refused to accept the truth. She found more pleasure in living with Chris, in a virtual world created in her mind. Gradually, she withdrew from all social activities.

By that time, the 9/11 attacks had taken place. It totally changed the way Americans looked at Muslims. The author had a beard and it made people look at him suspiciously. He had to face abuses from people walking along the road. Some of them turned hostile at him. He was deeply upset by all these. As a consequence of the terrorist attacks, American army invaded Afghanisthan, a muslim dominated country. The author couldn't help questioning the righteousness of the Americans.

After a few months, terrorists attacked the Indian parliament. india turned belligerent on Pakistan and a war was on the cards. The author was very unhappy because India was threatening his homeland. (That's the only place where I had to disagree with the author. It's difficult for any country to watch it's parliament being attacked and do nothing.. isn't it?). He got distracted from his work because of all these, and also due to Erica's matter.

By that time, Erica had gone away to a distant place so that she could live alone with the thoughts about Chris. The author got fired from his company and he had to go back to Pakistan. He went to meet Erica for te last time, but she had gone missing.

Hearing the whole story, the American started to be a bit suspicious. But the author proudly declares that all pakistanis are not terrorists just like all Americans are not under cover assassins.

Brilliant, according to me. It got straight away into my favorite list.

Back to work..

Em back at office today, after the onam vacation. This Onam was pretty special and unforgettable for me. My Dad, Mom, Sis and Bro in law were all at home. And that was a very rare thing to happen.

I couldn't find much time for reading and all. Eating, sleeping and chatting with relatives stole most of my time. Completed reading 'The reluctant fundamentalist' by Mohsin Hameed. I loved the book. It has got into my favorite list straight away.

Started reading 'The secret' by Rhonda Byrne. At first, I was under the impression that It's just another inspirational book. But later, I felt that it is somewhat different. The whole book is based on a single, small, concept. Back

Cat, Jmet, Xat etc. are on the way. I have had hardly any time to prepare since I joined for job. And I can't expect any of these exams to be a cakewalk. Let me try and do my best..

The Inscrutable Americans - Anurag Mathur

The American way of living is totally different from ours. What if someone from a small Indian town visits US, and stays there for one year? How will he cope up with the Americans, who, according to him, seems to be highly mysterious in their way of behavior? That's what the author is trying to describe in this fun filled novel.

Gopal, whose family owns a hair oil factory, and who wants to be a part of the same business, is going to America for doing a diploma in Chemical engineering. His foolishness and disastrous English, made him run into a lot of trouble. He got an American friend, Randy, who was totally amazed by the fact that Gopal was still a virgin. Randy was so keen to destroy Gopal's virginity but it was not an easy task for him.

Gopal was tried to stick to the instructions given by his grand mother, and he searched for a restaurent where the cook was a brahmin. Obviously, he couldn't find one and later, he found himself eating beef, without knowing what it was. The American life and the friendship with Randy changed him so much that he started to drink beer and go to late night parties. Towards the end of his course, he was entirely transformed and he was desperate to lose his virginity. His best idea to impress a girl was to take his certificate along with him and to show her his grades. At last, he ended up fucking an Indian lady during his flight back to India.

The story is just about average, according to me. Even though there are a lot of humorous occasions through out the story, all of them lack a genuineness. Gopal's transformation seemed too quick and slightly unbelievable.

Into the 2nd week @ office

Now, I am into the second week at my office. I am learning new things everyday, though not in a very fast pace. On the first two days,I was very uncomfortable, sitting on a chair in front of the computer for the whole day. I got exasperated very quickly. I would walk around every now and then, wash my face, send a message to someone or simply sit with my eyes shut. I would feel demented towards the end of the office time. But, things are getting better now.

In spite of the learning part, there are certain other positives also. Engineering life had destroyed all my concentration and listening skill. all that is getting better here.

Here in the office, when ever I am asked to go through a document or something, my boss insists that I will have to ask at least a few number of questions from it. If there aren't enough number of questions, I will have to read again.

The biggest challenge that I'm facing now is to find time for other activities, especially reading. My typical day since I joined looks like this. A quick look at the newspaper, office, couple of phone calls.. that's it... zzzz... But now it seems that I will have to reduce my sleeping ours, which I haven't done ever since I joined Engg. college.

Anyways, I'll try to balance everything in the coming days. Wonder what all things are in store for me...

The white tiger - Aravind Adiga

The book needs no introduction. White tiger has won the booker prize and it had to face some serious allegations just the same way slumdog millionaire did.

The story begins as the author being a rich businessman in Bangalore. He descries his story to Mr. Jibao and that's how the dark incidents unfolds.

His name was Balram Halwai, and he belonged to a rural village near to Gaya. According to the author, feudalism still remains in those parts of the country. The lords live, torturing and exploiting the lower caste people. And the people who belong to the lower castes all are destined to be loyal servants, till their death. Their families in the village were used as a means to keep them under threat. The families of all those who showed disobedience got murdered. The lords had enough money to bribe police and politicians were all their friends.

Balram, somehow, manages to be a driver though people of his caste are usually sweet makers. He remains as a very loyal servant to his master, Ashok, who runs coal business. Ashok walks through corrupted ways to run his business and to get maximum profit out of it. Being his driver, balram was a witness to all of these.

One day, Balram gets tired of being a servant. He splits Ashok's head open with a liquor bottle and runs away with a whole lot of money. No one identified him even though police distributed a wanted poster with his face on it. Author tells that in India, such posters are printed with a photo which would be so vague that it could be any one of half the people in India.

Balram ran to Bangalore and started a cab service for bringing people to and from call centers. He used all the corrupt ways that he oberved and learned from his master. The story ends Balram being a highly successful entreprenuer in Banglore.

Adiga criticizes a lot of traditions and practices that we still have in country. In India, especially in the north, servants are treated very badly. Balram, once had to face a murder charge when his master's wife hit and killed a child while driving. Even though we brag about all the development, author reminds us that there are certain fundamental things to be changed. Our political system is to be entirely transformed. One of the reasons which holds our country back is our corrupt political system. The first step should be the development of rural areas and ensuring minimum standard of living even to the poor people. The educational system in India creates only half baked people, and they all become good for nothings.

I liked the book very much, especially the humor blended with the criticisms. What ever Aravind Adiga has written is true, according to me also. It is such a book which will inspire people to change the current situation of our country.

Beginning of a new life

written on July 13th, 2009


For me, life has taken a new turn. Things are totally different since last Thursday. I have joined Webyfy Infotech, where I got placed towards the end of my college life.

Obviously, life has become totally different. I have been lazy even to move my ass from the chair during my college life. Now, as soon as I have joined, I have started to learn new things, that too at a very fast pace. It takes time for me to adjust and get to it completely. I am not totally settled, still have to figure out a routine so that I will have enough time for my activities like blogging, reading, movies, music, puzzle solving. etc. At the same time, I have to work effectively, eat well and do proper exercise. I have moved to the new place and it seems pretty good and comfortable.

I have to be in the office from 9.30 to 7 in the evening. The best part of being in the office is that I get a chance to talk and listen to a lot of people with better knowledge than me. In the first two days, I was into learning the basics of HTML and XML. I have started to learn the different actions involved in the development of IvR (Interactive voice response) systems. My company is dealing mainly with IVR soft wares. So that is what I am going to learn in detail.

The feeling that 'I have got a job' is good. I like it. Hope things won't change in future. And hopefully, my company will do extremely well once we start marketing in a big way, probably by the middle of next month.

A single life time is not enough..

Now, after a long time, I feel like blogging. At present, em at banglore, with my sister. I have just completed a significant phase of my life and em about to enter the next one. I will be joining for job within two weeks. I had no ideas about how to spend these days which I am getting in between. Now, I am doing nothing other than eating, sleeping, roaming around in the city, watching movies, friends and prison break(em about to finish it). Thats where the thoughts about blogging came in. Earlier, there were times when I thought of writing about something but couldn't.

Eating, sleeping, and watching movies and serials were the things that I did mostly during my B tech life also. Movies, serials etc. were very much abundant in my hostel. I could find plenty of those in the local area network. And I was a little bit worried about the availability of all of these after I leave. That was why I bought a portable hard disc and stored plenty of movies for watching later. Now am watching them one by one, but I realized one thing. It would take at least two years for me to finish this much number of movies.

A few days ago, somewhere I read that a new type of data storage disc was invented in Australia which could store around two thousand movies in a single disc. This was made possible by recording in multiple frequencies. I was wondering how much time will it take a person to watch that much number of movies. Technology is growing so fast and life is changing every day. Newer comforts and innovations are arriving almost every second. Now, a single lifetime might not be enough to explore the options that technology offers.

So, the next challenge that science faces might be to increase our life span. But what if all the people in our generation get an extended lifetime? What about the coming generations? That will create a catastrophe for sure..

Now, why am I writing all these nonsense? even I don't know. This wasn't what I wanted to write, but this is what I ended up writing. Late night... feeling sleepy.. so that's all for now...

Just another post

The habit of getting up late, seems too difficult to avoid. I could get up only at 9. Had a plan to study but it always remains to be a plan. spent a lot of time in the TV room since the election results were being announced. UPA has done so well in the national level and there is no doubt that they will be able to form the government. Shashi Tharoor has won here in Tvm and it is almost sure that he will make it into the ministry. I consider him as a leader who has hardly any awareness about the common man's problems.

I had taken some photostat and sat with it on the table but read only three pages till noon. In the afternoon, things got worse, didn't even think of studying.

I just sat on my chair and thought about random topics. One of them was our class tour. A hell lot of funny things happened during the tour. A lot of drama and tragedy as well. There is plenty to put in writing. My first prefernce would be for the funny incidents that happened, my close friend and classmate Jijo being the hero in most of them. He was in full swing during the tour.

KKR is having a match today. Got to watch it. Against Deccan chargers. Hope they will win atleast one or two other than the D/L win against Kings XI.

A lot happening, Life is moving..

I have not been blogging for a long time.. Though I really want to. A lot is happening in my life. Pretty unusual things. I, somehow managed to secure a campus placement, though in a small company. Went for the class tour for the first time in the four years, and it was a pretty good experience indeed even though the rude behavior from two of my pretty close friends did hurt me a lot.

IPL is going on and my team, KKR, is losing consistently. I wonder how they manage that. they are the most poorly managed and captained side in the IPL. Most of the KKR fans have shifted to other teams but I will stay.

fake IPL player is making a lot of news these days. I went through the whole blog. It really rocks!! I really appreciate the guy writing it for his humor sense and writing style.

I hope that I will write more in the coming days. There are a hell lot of things to write about as well..

When I feel like writing a poem..

While going through the lyrics of certain songs, I wonder how people manage to write such beautiful lines. At certain times, I get inspired up to an extent that I try writing some lines on my own. But as soon as I finish, I would have come to know that it's nothing but trash. This one comes under the same category, though I posted it here. The only difference is that, now I'm having a blog where I can post anything without hesitation. Actually I wrote this a few days back, and I've almost forgotten what crap was in my mind when I wrote this. So it will be unfair to give a title now.

being honest, I would be extremely happy if anyone atleast calls this a poem !!


I looked around, with some pain
deep in my heart, reminding me
of the things that happened, and
of the things which were yet to come

Sometimes, I can't breathe
I struggle, gasping all the time
Sometimes, I can't see
It's darkness all around

I feel like screaming loudly
And letting the thoughts out
But it all can change in a flash
And I just don't know how it does.

One moment, I see the impending disaster
And in the next, I wonder
How I managed to get here
On top of the cliff of hope

On the brink, always I would say
Putting me in chaos all the time
But that's what my life is at the moment,
And I don't have any regrets for it

about movies,prison break and laziness

Just completed watching the hindi movie "Stone man murders". Movie was based on the serial killings that took place in Mumbai in 1983. Pretty good movie, I think. Whenever there is a bit of reality involved in a movie, it makes the movie highly interesting. I have always loved true stories. But unfortunately Indian, especially south Indian movies rarely discuss anything related to truth. Instead, they show the hero defeating one hundred armed men with bare hand, heroine dancing wearing the minimum amount of cloth possible etc. Malayalam movies used to have much more believable sort of stories but these days, things have grown worse.

The number of movies that I am watching has gone enormously down. And the reason is nothing but prison break, the series. I used to recommend movies insted of series. According to me, these TV series were mere waste of time. (As if movies aren't... hehe) But all that changed as soon as I started watching Prison break. Season one is damn good, much better than any other thriller movie I have ever seen. It always keeps us intrigued. Now am into season two, which also looks good.

Watching Prison break was my most prominent activity for the last one week. I didn't even read the news paper properly. Didn't attend most of the classes also. (Am always looking for a reason to cut classes). I think this PB has made me very lazy. Not that I haven't been lazy before. But nowadays it's hitting a high that's all. Everyday I watch PB till 1 in the night and the next day, I wake up around 9. Now I have decided to watch only 2 episodes per day so that I wil have time for other activities also.

Cheers!! Slumdog team..

Today morning, I woke up at around 8.30. But as soon as I realised that I was that much late, I jumped out of the bed and ran towards the tv room. I didn't want to miss a single minute of the 81st academy awards. I had already missed a few moments. Tv room was crowded as it was a Manu-Chelsea encounter or a 20-20 match. Everyone clapped and rejoiced each and every time slumdog got an award. It was a total of eight. Well, deserved, according to me. The awards procured by Mr.Rasool and Mr.A.R.Rahman certainly turned out to be great for India. The awards didn't really surprise me other than the best actor. I expected it to be Brad Pitt. But I was glad to see Anthony Hopkins there, he is one of my favourites. It was him who introduced Brad.

Now, this what I want to say about slumdog. There has been plenty of arguments and debates going on regarding the movie "slumdog millionaire" in the recent few days and it's success in the Oscar arena has brought glory to India as well.. The movie's success was celebrated extensively in India while a few were keen to criticize it severely. The truth is that it really not is an Indian movie. It is a British movie in which a few Indians were involved and which describes the story in the background of slums in India. But it's our habit to treat everything which succeeds and has a little bit of involvement from us just like our own. Eventhough the good work of the Indians involved is to be appreciated, let us not forget that there has been better movies and better music in our regional languages.

Regarding the content of the movie, I strongly feel there is nothing wrong in showing the truth. Truth, however bitter it is, is to be accepted. The things which were shown in the movie do happen in our country, even worse than that. Eighty percent of the wealth in our country is in the hands of 1.8 % of the population. So let us not raise our voices against those who brought it into spotlight. Instead, let us do something to change the scenario.

The duel with labs

Being engineering students, labs are supposed to be of great importance to us. But, that has never been my case. I have always struggled with labs. After completing my course, I would say that I have acquired a b tech certificate rather than telling that I've become an engineer. I would definitely be a 'so called engineer' who doesn't know much about electronics. A few of my friends also fall into the same category.

Whenever a lab exam approaches, we run around and try to familiarize ourselves with the experiments, and somehow score pass marks. This time also, the story wasn't different. Our DSP lab was to be conducted on 17th. So, on 16th, we decided to try our best to get through. We had to install matlab, the software using which all the experiments are performed, somewhere. None of us usually waste the space in computers installing such things. No one had the set up also. At last, we decided to go to Bond's room, install matlab and start studying. There were six of us. Me, Bond, gunda, kallu, Nibin and Pradeep. Bond also didn't want to waste the space but just for one day he could adjust. Normally, he wouldn't install anything other than the essential soft wares and games, not even anti virus.

We copied the set up from Manish and started to install it. But the damn thing was not getting installed. We tried again and again, but no use. At last, we arrived at one conclusion. Bond's computer has seen hardly any of such softwares. It's familiar with only those games with high graphics requirements. May be the computer got confused, and thought that this is a virus or something.

We sat there till evening, shared jokes, had great laughs, as if there was no exam on the next day. In the evening, me and Nibin left for the hostel. On the way I was thinking " May be I'll have to pay for this tomorrow. A lab suppli doesn't seem that great, that too in s7". But luckily for us, lab got postponed to 24th. Now, we have to wrestle with matlab again... Desp!!

What do I want?

I opened my eyes in the morning, and the first decision of the day was made very soon. To spend some more time lying on the bed. I tried to listen to the sounds of birds from outside, as I've read in poems and all, but there was hardly any sound except for the shouting voices from hostel corridor. May be it's too late for the birds, but not for me. I looked into the watch, it was 8'o' clock.

Suddenly, one of my hostel mates barged into the room, kicking the door,making a loud noise and destroying my peace of mind. I frowned, but who cares? He opened my cupboard as if it was his own, and started to search for tooth paste. All he could find was an empty tube. He used his whole strength to get something out of it. For one moment, I felt that he might crush it, but fortunately he didn't.

He gave me an angry look and threw the tube back in to my cupboard.

"What's this mate? can't you at least buy a tube of tooth paste?"

He asked as if it was my responsibility to make him brush every morning.

I smiled back. I got up from the bed and wrestled a bit with the tube of paste, but failure was obvious. Then, I myself set out.

While brushing my teeth, I thought of the second decision of the day, whether to go to class or not. That was a bit tougher, since I had to consider the attendence factor. I didn't want to go to class, for sure. But throughout the life, people rarely end up doing what they want. Same is applicable here also.
I have to, eventhough I don't like to. One of the greatest pleasures of life is definitely the opportunity to do what we really want to do. But it's not possible to do only what we want during the journey of life.

'Listen to your heart' is all what I would say to anyone who doesn't know what to do in their life. Do what you want to rather than what you are supposed to and what you are forced to.

Then, I realized that I had to hurry, or I'd be late for classes. Classes must be included among those unwanted, but unavoidable things.. phew..

If god was a banker - Worth a read

It has been a while since I finished the book. But it's now only that I thought of writing about it.

In recent times, many of the corporate personnels have started writing books on their experiences, which seems to be a nice trend. I've read some very interesting books written by such people. 'If god was a banker' is the debut novel of Ravi Subramanian, an IIM B alumnus. The book is based on his experience of working in corporate banks.

The story begins with two young professionals joining New York National bank right after completing their MBA from IIM. Both are highly talented, it didn't take much time for them to make a mark there. One of them, Swami, is pretty straight forward and honest, while, the other, Sundeep, does anything to conquer new heights. The story progresses mainly around Sundeep's activities and finally he had to regret for all those that he did.

Ravi Subramanian's language is good and simple. But It turns out to be a bit nasty sometimes, especially when he describes Sundeep's sexual encounters.

Even though it's not a nail biter or a must read it provides us with an honest description of what all vicious things people do in a large corporate in order to acquire higher posts and make larger sum of money.

Here begins my last sem

Today was my first day in college in this sem. Went to college on friday also but didn't attend much of the classes. Had all three hours class in the morning and lab in the after noon.

I just felt the same way, pretty much bored. But still, compared to the exam times, this is much better. No tension, no responsibilities..

But em sure that I'll miss these times soon.. The fun that I have along with the friends in this college is unmatchable.

In the beginning of each sem, I take a decision to attend all classes carefully, which hardly lasts for two days. So things are different this time..

I think we've got better teachers in s8(not that strict, I mean...). So that gives us the chance to have some fun during the class time itself. Today, we were busy passing messages and playing mobile games.

Back alive !!

My blog seems to be dead for quite a while. I don't feel like posting anything here. I changed the look and all hoping that it would bring about some change in the frequency of blogging also.(Even I donno d logic behind that!!)
I was on a tour to Wayanad in d recent days. It was a wonderful experience. I got a new Irish friend also. I met him during the train journey and we bacame good friends. I hope to post a detailed description of the tour with some pics in the coming days.