You're the reason I wake up
at the early hour of the day,
to see if everything is set
perfectly your way.
You're the reason I smile
though sadness lies deep,
sweet conversations with you
are the joys that I keep.
You're the reason I laugh
though sorrow brings only tears,
you make me forget all
my worries and my fears.
You're the reason I dream,
to be with you all day,
moments of happiness and joy
I will carry all the way.
You're the reason my heart
beats faster or takes a dive,
you're the reason I live
and am still alive.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Looking for a job
Few days after placements, life is quite different.
Prior to placements, I remember myself sleeping no more then four hours a day. Watched not more than three movies in the entire semester, and did not play a single computer game. It was all about books and code, and being busy 24X7.
Well, now life is quite different. Placement is done. (It is a story in itself, which i might post in some other blogpost.) Project reviews are done. Right now, I am "putting peace". I have started gaming, and crashing not less than eight hours a day. Walking all the way to tiffanys for breakfast, not cribbing about spending time in the queues, and farting in Gurunath and Basera. For the first time, I am liking long queues as they are good for killing time. :P
I am trying hard to excel at this game called DotA. And after 10 hours of "practice" all I have managed to get at the end of a game is 3 kills and 8 deaths. :( But still, DotA rocks!!
Now I am looking for somethng interesting to do. Searching for good blogs that are updated, scavenging my shelf for some book (ya, I found an unread sydney sheldon there, yayy!!), and trying to generate the enthu to write something.
Sooooo jobless! A "first time" feeling.
Prior to placements, I remember myself sleeping no more then four hours a day. Watched not more than three movies in the entire semester, and did not play a single computer game. It was all about books and code, and being busy 24X7.
Well, now life is quite different. Placement is done. (It is a story in itself, which i might post in some other blogpost.) Project reviews are done. Right now, I am "putting peace". I have started gaming, and crashing not less than eight hours a day. Walking all the way to tiffanys for breakfast, not cribbing about spending time in the queues, and farting in Gurunath and Basera. For the first time, I am liking long queues as they are good for killing time. :P
I am trying hard to excel at this game called DotA. And after 10 hours of "practice" all I have managed to get at the end of a game is 3 kills and 8 deaths. :( But still, DotA rocks!!
Now I am looking for somethng interesting to do. Searching for good blogs that are updated, scavenging my shelf for some book (ya, I found an unread sydney sheldon there, yayy!!), and trying to generate the enthu to write something.
Sooooo jobless! A "first time" feeling.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus
This isnt a well written post, but I wasnt in a mindset to write a well written post; so here it is, as it is.
Well, the first thing to note is that you dont need any of those exotic substances to get high. The excitement around can very well get you there. And once you are on the top of the roof, you dont know what you are doing.
The evening was all going on well, until I get involved in the big mess. Firstly, you should realize that its better to mind your own business than get high on the excitement and do things that you will repent later on. Paining the hell out of a friend is quite common, but thinking of it later on, we did cross the line.
Nothing wrong in that too, you would say, but then, there is this burden of virtuousness, the feeling that keeps biting you. But once done is done. Life has no UNDO button on its screen.
Also, you never know how things can get back at you, so the best policy is to let the dragon sleep, rather than wake him up and laugh at him as if you have played the biggest prank of the century.
Well, this is an apology to a great friend, who was at his wits' end that evening.
Well, the first thing to note is that you dont need any of those exotic substances to get high. The excitement around can very well get you there. And once you are on the top of the roof, you dont know what you are doing.
The evening was all going on well, until I get involved in the big mess. Firstly, you should realize that its better to mind your own business than get high on the excitement and do things that you will repent later on. Paining the hell out of a friend is quite common, but thinking of it later on, we did cross the line.
Nothing wrong in that too, you would say, but then, there is this burden of virtuousness, the feeling that keeps biting you. But once done is done. Life has no UNDO button on its screen.
Also, you never know how things can get back at you, so the best policy is to let the dragon sleep, rather than wake him up and laugh at him as if you have played the biggest prank of the century.
Well, this is an apology to a great friend, who was at his wits' end that evening.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Instantaneous thought
Consider the following scenario: A team is presented with a spade.
Someone influential in the team comes up with the proposition that the presented object is a rake. The ideal team player is supposed to accept that proposition as perfectly sound. He should actually hear out the person for quite some length of time, and take notes on that. Even though he knows perfectly well that it is a spade, he is supposed to keep his views to himself. Only then can the discussion go on, and people feel that they have got the freedom of giving their opinion.
Then the ideal team player gets the chance to speak. At first, he is supposed to speak about the positive aspects of the spade being called a rake so that proponents of that idea feel that they are on the right track and are making a contribution to the team. Then probably he can put forward a few points that suggest that the so called "rake" might not be a rake. At every point of time, he is supposed to make sure that the whole team is with him. After lengthy discussion on each of the points, the proponents of the rake theory slowly realize that their rake theory has some flaws, and the presented object might not be a rake. Note that they still havent accepted that it is a spade.
Now the team player has to wait for someone to come up with the idea that the object might be a spade. Only then can he put forward point s supporting the FACT and then convince the team.
The end result is that the whole team has accepted the fact that the object is a spade after all. But the exercise has taken hours of productive meeting time, and you, who knows well that it was a spade, feels like having wasted a lifetime.
But thats the way teams work. It is not in the team spirit to call a spade a spade at the very first instant. The next level of maturity comes when you give up your thought of the spade being a spade, and you evolve with the team.
I am learning to be a team player.
Someone influential in the team comes up with the proposition that the presented object is a rake. The ideal team player is supposed to accept that proposition as perfectly sound. He should actually hear out the person for quite some length of time, and take notes on that. Even though he knows perfectly well that it is a spade, he is supposed to keep his views to himself. Only then can the discussion go on, and people feel that they have got the freedom of giving their opinion.
Then the ideal team player gets the chance to speak. At first, he is supposed to speak about the positive aspects of the spade being called a rake so that proponents of that idea feel that they are on the right track and are making a contribution to the team. Then probably he can put forward a few points that suggest that the so called "rake" might not be a rake. At every point of time, he is supposed to make sure that the whole team is with him. After lengthy discussion on each of the points, the proponents of the rake theory slowly realize that their rake theory has some flaws, and the presented object might not be a rake. Note that they still havent accepted that it is a spade.
Now the team player has to wait for someone to come up with the idea that the object might be a spade. Only then can he put forward point s supporting the FACT and then convince the team.
The end result is that the whole team has accepted the fact that the object is a spade after all. But the exercise has taken hours of productive meeting time, and you, who knows well that it was a spade, feels like having wasted a lifetime.
But thats the way teams work. It is not in the team spirit to call a spade a spade at the very first instant. The next level of maturity comes when you give up your thought of the spade being a spade, and you evolve with the team.
I am learning to be a team player.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Mathematization
You can ignore the title as it is given for my lack of knowledge of a better word. Having given GRE a week ago, I think, does not make any difference in my ever so small vocabulary. Neither does cracking quant make any difference to my math skills, which remain at an average D graded. However, what follows is my attempt at trying to define something by a mathematical function: L (k,t)
Characteristics (for a given k):
1. The independent variable is time. That is, the graph is plotted with respect to time, and exists only in the first and 4th quadrants.
2. At t = 0, the function has a certain positive value, which is generally finite, but may tend to infinity in some cases. However, the special cases are excluded for general analysis.
3. The function gradually increases with time and tends to infinity. However, it goes to minus infinity for the next instant.
4. As time progresses, the value of the function approaches zero asymptotically from the negative.
5. Well, I can say, without doing much thinking, (which leaves a lot of scope to find out faults if anyone ever decides to read this post, or even comment, if i am really that fortunate) that the function will be:
L(k) = L(k)o + tan (0.5*t*pi/T) ; for 0=< t < T
L(k) = 1/(T-t); for T=< t
Well, the attempt is to define love. When you see someone(k), at t=0, there is finite attraction, which goes to infinity as time progresses. However, at some point of time, you realize that you have lost (time = T). Then you start hating that person so much, that you dont want to see, hear, think of that person ever.(L = -inf.) However, this hate to goes away after sometime, and you come to a balance where you dont care about the existence of that person. (L(k) = 0).
If you have read the post till here, then I am sure you are a vetti fellow :P
Saturday, October 10, 2009
A day in Shaastra
The day begins at 8am. Wake up, Sid. Take a quick bath, stuff a spare shirt in your bag, and get out. Things not to be forgotten: cell and bag. The bag has the coupons that all coords are despo for.
Take a cycle and rush to ICSR. Grab a copy of the newsletter and the schedule of the day. Even though you have made all the schedule yourself, you tend to forget it. A copy always helps. Check the newsletter for the number of times you have been quoted saying something that you never really meant. Count the number of times the Newsletter showcase their lack of any kind of knowledge. Check the current version of Psi. It(she, rather) apparently gets upgraded regularly.
Go to the nearest event. Check up stuff. Make sure that the phone is on silent. You keep getting calls from coords who have not collected their coupons and are hungry. You can get as many as 198 calls in a day (that was my highest) before the cellphone battery gets discharged and then people crib that you are unreachable.
People call up and ask where you are, and where you will be after 15 minutes. You dont know the answer. The dynamism is very high. Now you are at ICSR, After 15 minutes, you might be at Workshop, CRC, CLT, SAC, HSB, BT Bldg, KV grounds, SAC road, Dean's office, etc. You can understand the frustration in the voice of the caller, but you can do nothing to help it. You meet many coords on the way. No conversation can be completed without interruption by 4-5 calls.
There is no time for breakfast or lunch. You go from one event to another, be it Fire n Ice, Contraptions, Robotics, Wright Design, Math Modeling, etc etc etc. There are 46 events. At every venue, there is a different scenario. There are places where things are pretty screwed up, and the core ends up taking the position of a volunteer and doing the running around helping the coords. No work is below dignity. where the events are running well, it is good. You can sit down and relax for a few minutes. There are lectures that you must attend and then preset the speaker with a memento. Also, there are some events that you do not want to miss, whatever happens. They are close to your heart.
The best part of being a core is that you get a lot of preferential treatment. Chairs are brought for you to sit down. The pedestel fans are turned so that they face you. Coords come to you to report the status of the event. You are photographed quite a lot of times. But thats because of all the painstaking effort that you take. The responsibility that comes as a part of the job.
The day goes in this. Evening is a time for the shows. You sit down and enjoy the show. Most likely, you will be amidst a crowd of bubbly QMS coords and fellow cores. Needless to say, you are in the front line, way ahead of the common crowd that is struggling for space. You say a "hi" to many people yuo have met for the first time in the day, and have a small chat. The topics are standard too: how busy the day has been, which events were successful, what did the newsletter write about, did the reporter change her top, which coord/vol was looking good etc etc.
At the end of the show, you find yourself in the middle of a crowd that is asking for grub coupons. The fact is that you havent any and yuo are hungry too. You somehow get away from the crowd and call up the finance core, telling him that you are hungry. You actually are. The stomach is growling.
The finance core is not such a bad fellow after all. You collect coupons from him and the catering coord too. At the core level, the coupons are counted in the number of sheets: the 80 sheet, 120 sheet and 140 sheet. You grab 8-10 sheets and head to the stalls. You search for the costliest items available there and eat. You eat till you are full and distribute the rest among the coords and the vols.
It is very entertaining to see how coords and vols beg and fight for coupons. Apparently, a set of freshie vols had formed a co-operative that collected coupons from all possible sources till late night. Their challenge was to get maximum possible and beat the previous day's tally. They would spend it at the very end. The people that hang around benefit the most from the generosity of the cores. The others are less lucky.
With respect to food, there are two fundamental laws that should be followed by a core:
1. A core shall not eat any food that is bought out of cash.
2. All food bought out of coupons belongs to the core.
The second law permits all cores to bite stuff from others. It is due to this that you will end up tasting all available items at the stalls.
Then you head to the Video conferences. It is one peaceful place. The air conditioned auditorium and comfortable seats. You listen somewhat, and frame a question to ask at the end of the talk. As the talk ends, you shake hands with the moderator and have a discussion with the coordinators about the next day's plans.
The time is around 11. Your cellphone is discharged. After spending some more time at the stalls talking and discussing with fellow cores and the CoAs, you head to the venue of the night events. By the time you reach your room, it is 3am.
You have a room neighbor who is waiting to hear the day's news from you. You narrate everything to him. Also, you give him a surprise snack that you have brought for him from the stalls. A couple of mails to be read and a few to be written. There are also a few notes to be taken down for the next day. You put your cell for charging.
And then you lie on the bed going over everything. You have enjoyed your day to the fullest. You are smiling to yourself and feeling happy. However, somewhere in the mind, you are sad that all this is going to end in a couple of days. Before you think more, you are dead asleep, lost in dreams. Your mind and body are gearing up for the next day.
Take a cycle and rush to ICSR. Grab a copy of the newsletter and the schedule of the day. Even though you have made all the schedule yourself, you tend to forget it. A copy always helps. Check the newsletter for the number of times you have been quoted saying something that you never really meant. Count the number of times the Newsletter showcase their lack of any kind of knowledge. Check the current version of Psi. It(she, rather) apparently gets upgraded regularly.
Go to the nearest event. Check up stuff. Make sure that the phone is on silent. You keep getting calls from coords who have not collected their coupons and are hungry. You can get as many as 198 calls in a day (that was my highest) before the cellphone battery gets discharged and then people crib that you are unreachable.
People call up and ask where you are, and where you will be after 15 minutes. You dont know the answer. The dynamism is very high. Now you are at ICSR, After 15 minutes, you might be at Workshop, CRC, CLT, SAC, HSB, BT Bldg, KV grounds, SAC road, Dean's office, etc. You can understand the frustration in the voice of the caller, but you can do nothing to help it. You meet many coords on the way. No conversation can be completed without interruption by 4-5 calls.
There is no time for breakfast or lunch. You go from one event to another, be it Fire n Ice, Contraptions, Robotics, Wright Design, Math Modeling, etc etc etc. There are 46 events. At every venue, there is a different scenario. There are places where things are pretty screwed up, and the core ends up taking the position of a volunteer and doing the running around helping the coords. No work is below dignity. where the events are running well, it is good. You can sit down and relax for a few minutes. There are lectures that you must attend and then preset the speaker with a memento. Also, there are some events that you do not want to miss, whatever happens. They are close to your heart.
The best part of being a core is that you get a lot of preferential treatment. Chairs are brought for you to sit down. The pedestel fans are turned so that they face you. Coords come to you to report the status of the event. You are photographed quite a lot of times. But thats because of all the painstaking effort that you take. The responsibility that comes as a part of the job.
The day goes in this. Evening is a time for the shows. You sit down and enjoy the show. Most likely, you will be amidst a crowd of bubbly QMS coords and fellow cores. Needless to say, you are in the front line, way ahead of the common crowd that is struggling for space. You say a "hi" to many people yuo have met for the first time in the day, and have a small chat. The topics are standard too: how busy the day has been, which events were successful, what did the newsletter write about, did the reporter change her top, which coord/vol was looking good etc etc.
At the end of the show, you find yourself in the middle of a crowd that is asking for grub coupons. The fact is that you havent any and yuo are hungry too. You somehow get away from the crowd and call up the finance core, telling him that you are hungry. You actually are. The stomach is growling.
The finance core is not such a bad fellow after all. You collect coupons from him and the catering coord too. At the core level, the coupons are counted in the number of sheets: the 80 sheet, 120 sheet and 140 sheet. You grab 8-10 sheets and head to the stalls. You search for the costliest items available there and eat. You eat till you are full and distribute the rest among the coords and the vols.
It is very entertaining to see how coords and vols beg and fight for coupons. Apparently, a set of freshie vols had formed a co-operative that collected coupons from all possible sources till late night. Their challenge was to get maximum possible and beat the previous day's tally. They would spend it at the very end. The people that hang around benefit the most from the generosity of the cores. The others are less lucky.
With respect to food, there are two fundamental laws that should be followed by a core:
1. A core shall not eat any food that is bought out of cash.
2. All food bought out of coupons belongs to the core.
The second law permits all cores to bite stuff from others. It is due to this that you will end up tasting all available items at the stalls.
Then you head to the Video conferences. It is one peaceful place. The air conditioned auditorium and comfortable seats. You listen somewhat, and frame a question to ask at the end of the talk. As the talk ends, you shake hands with the moderator and have a discussion with the coordinators about the next day's plans.
The time is around 11. Your cellphone is discharged. After spending some more time at the stalls talking and discussing with fellow cores and the CoAs, you head to the venue of the night events. By the time you reach your room, it is 3am.
You have a room neighbor who is waiting to hear the day's news from you. You narrate everything to him. Also, you give him a surprise snack that you have brought for him from the stalls. A couple of mails to be read and a few to be written. There are also a few notes to be taken down for the next day. You put your cell for charging.
And then you lie on the bed going over everything. You have enjoyed your day to the fullest. You are smiling to yourself and feeling happy. However, somewhere in the mind, you are sad that all this is going to end in a couple of days. Before you think more, you are dead asleep, lost in dreams. Your mind and body are gearing up for the next day.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Life now (1 week pre Shaastra)
Shaastra is just a few days away. And it means a lot.
You cannot differentiate between weekdays and weekends. Sleep seems to have gone on vacation. Cash flows like water. Offline is a word of the past. At any given point of time, you have atleast four gtalk windows open, talking to people from four different departments. Your phone never stops yelling. Cell phone is free. You know that all your bills will be reimbursed. Every minute, you either read a mail or write one.
Books cease to open. Room accumulates dust. Posters go up and old posters are torn down. Status messages tell the current event news. Tempers run high. Coffee is the drink of survival. Flight tickets are booked. Cheques are made. Monies are transferred. Excel sheets are generated like random numbers.
Excitement is in the air. This is the beginning of Shaastra.
Your mind is fixed on the one that you have always dreamt of. At the back of the mind, the professors are shouting and asking you to submit assignments. Deep in your heart, you want to get away from the world. Switch off yuor cell phone, disconnect the internet, and give up coffee. All you want is a nice sea breeze blowing in your face. You want to soak your spirit in silence. You want to sleep soundly on the sand. You dont want to see another person for miles around you.
The time will come. But for now, it is business....at the speed of your hearbeat.
You cannot differentiate between weekdays and weekends. Sleep seems to have gone on vacation. Cash flows like water. Offline is a word of the past. At any given point of time, you have atleast four gtalk windows open, talking to people from four different departments. Your phone never stops yelling. Cell phone is free. You know that all your bills will be reimbursed. Every minute, you either read a mail or write one.
Books cease to open. Room accumulates dust. Posters go up and old posters are torn down. Status messages tell the current event news. Tempers run high. Coffee is the drink of survival. Flight tickets are booked. Cheques are made. Monies are transferred. Excel sheets are generated like random numbers.
Excitement is in the air. This is the beginning of Shaastra.
Your mind is fixed on the one that you have always dreamt of. At the back of the mind, the professors are shouting and asking you to submit assignments. Deep in your heart, you want to get away from the world. Switch off yuor cell phone, disconnect the internet, and give up coffee. All you want is a nice sea breeze blowing in your face. You want to soak your spirit in silence. You want to sleep soundly on the sand. You dont want to see another person for miles around you.
The time will come. But for now, it is business....at the speed of your hearbeat.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Urgent Help Wanted
Well, it is 11pm, and I have an assignment submission tomorrow. I have done nothing all day. I read a friend's blog, wrote a nice and long comment (his gtalk status msg had him asking for comments), and then wondered why it never appeared. I made a list of all the things that I had wanted to do in insti since the day I came here. I am already in my final year and more than half of it remains undone.
And now, I am thinking of all the reasons I can possibly give my professor for not doing the assignment.
1. Sir, I did my assignment, but left the room door open, so the cat came in and urinated on it (yuck!!)
2. The monkeys tore it.
3. My Matlab crashed and I was not able to run the code. (I am not sure though that the assignment requires Matlab nor do I quite well know if matlab has a crashing tendency.)
4. I lost the questions sheet ( really lame)
5. I went to the hospital for some minor cough and they quarantined me suspecting swine flu. ( This might force me to miss a week of classes resulting in a W grade)
Junta, please help.
And now, I am thinking of all the reasons I can possibly give my professor for not doing the assignment.
1. Sir, I did my assignment, but left the room door open, so the cat came in and urinated on it (yuck!!)
2. The monkeys tore it.
3. My Matlab crashed and I was not able to run the code. (I am not sure though that the assignment requires Matlab nor do I quite well know if matlab has a crashing tendency.)
4. I lost the questions sheet ( really lame)
5. I went to the hospital for some minor cough and they quarantined me suspecting swine flu. ( This might force me to miss a week of classes resulting in a W grade)
Junta, please help.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Fall of the Arabians
Background:
This is a common english 4 liner as adapted to a bunch of Arabians in the desert. Arabians generally use camels and are fond of ladies.
Ring-a-ring-a roses,
The nude model poses,
The old camel dozes,
And all fall down.
Composed by: Sheikh Abhiram Railkar
PS: The above rhyme also shows the disinterest of old camels in nude models.
This is a common english 4 liner as adapted to a bunch of Arabians in the desert. Arabians generally use camels and are fond of ladies.
Ring-a-ring-a roses,
The nude model poses,
The old camel dozes,
And all fall down.
Composed by: Sheikh Abhiram Railkar
PS: The above rhyme also shows the disinterest of old camels in nude models.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Swine Flu origins (and insti ofcourse)
Disclaimer: I am practising for Shaastra Scifi writing, and I do not intend to offend anyone. The article is purely fictional.
Ever wondered how this swine flu started? Read on to know more and comment if you are surprised.
It all started in the April of 2006. There was a guy studying in IIT Madras, who was from Pune. (Duh..thats not me..I wasnt into IIT at that time.) He had an ambition. He wanted to be the leader of SoE at Shaastra. He got together a team of dedicated students to work on his project. Little did they know what the effects of their success would be in the following years.
This person had a dream. The preceding SoE's had been Peper bridge, Basacule Bridge, Tensegrity tower, etc. There was nothing moving in them. Now this new team had only three words: "Want to Fly". And they got down to business. They searched the internet for designs to help them fly. All work was done in top secret lest someone flew before they did.
However, the team did not notice that they were being watched. Just a few months before, pigs were driven out of IIT Madras and now they wanted revenge. Some pigs, disguised as humans, joined the team. And they learnt all the secrets of flying. They wanted to fly, away from the dirt of the ground, and demonstrate to the real humans (who were trying to make automatic dirt cleaning machines), who was superior.
Now, one would ask, the SoE was demonstrated in Shaastra 2006, then why did the pigs learn to fly so late? Well, firstly, the first few attempts at flying went wrong. The flying machine crashed, and pigs did not want that to happen to themselves. They waited for a couple of more years, till the flying was perfected. Till then, they were a part of the team and no one knew. Then they flew.
That was a year ago. But then people did not notice that pig flew. They had to make it popular. Then came the VISA advertisement of Matt Harding. It was a common stupidity to dance, but the "Viral video" funda made it popular. Now the pigs learnt something more. They had to make it viral. They learnt how to use computers and integrate that with the flying machine.
Due to a lot of efforts from the PR boys of Shaastra, there were articles in the papers about the IIT students flying stuff. During one of the demos, the pig disguised as a student had messed up his polyjuice potion (that he used to source from one of the Gurunath juice wizards) and his real self showed up. The Deccan Chronicle journalist (who had strong contacts in IIT and was a Tiffanys regular) got to know of this and the Headline next day was:
"A Swine Flu" (you know the level of english spellings of DC journalists).
Ever wondered how this swine flu started? Read on to know more and comment if you are surprised.
It all started in the April of 2006. There was a guy studying in IIT Madras, who was from Pune. (Duh..thats not me..I wasnt into IIT at that time.) He had an ambition. He wanted to be the leader of SoE at Shaastra. He got together a team of dedicated students to work on his project. Little did they know what the effects of their success would be in the following years.
This person had a dream. The preceding SoE's had been Peper bridge, Basacule Bridge, Tensegrity tower, etc. There was nothing moving in them. Now this new team had only three words: "Want to Fly". And they got down to business. They searched the internet for designs to help them fly. All work was done in top secret lest someone flew before they did.
However, the team did not notice that they were being watched. Just a few months before, pigs were driven out of IIT Madras and now they wanted revenge. Some pigs, disguised as humans, joined the team. And they learnt all the secrets of flying. They wanted to fly, away from the dirt of the ground, and demonstrate to the real humans (who were trying to make automatic dirt cleaning machines), who was superior.
Now, one would ask, the SoE was demonstrated in Shaastra 2006, then why did the pigs learn to fly so late? Well, firstly, the first few attempts at flying went wrong. The flying machine crashed, and pigs did not want that to happen to themselves. They waited for a couple of more years, till the flying was perfected. Till then, they were a part of the team and no one knew. Then they flew.
That was a year ago. But then people did not notice that pig flew. They had to make it popular. Then came the VISA advertisement of Matt Harding. It was a common stupidity to dance, but the "Viral video" funda made it popular. Now the pigs learnt something more. They had to make it viral. They learnt how to use computers and integrate that with the flying machine.
Due to a lot of efforts from the PR boys of Shaastra, there were articles in the papers about the IIT students flying stuff. During one of the demos, the pig disguised as a student had messed up his polyjuice potion (that he used to source from one of the Gurunath juice wizards) and his real self showed up. The Deccan Chronicle journalist (who had strong contacts in IIT and was a Tiffanys regular) got to know of this and the Headline next day was:
"A Swine Flu" (you know the level of english spellings of DC journalists).
Friday, August 7, 2009
Pigeon hole principle
GD: Macha, I want to ask this girl out. What do you think?
GDC: She is wierd. I dont think she will go out with anyone.
GD: uh oh........
GDC: Why would anyone like to ask HER out??
GD: See da.....in insti, there are more pigeons than holes. Thats why.
GD's co-core: And the pigeon hole principle states that if there are more pigeons than holes, then there has to be more than one pigeon in the same hole!!!!
PS: Another friend advised GD: If you want to ask her out, be sure to wear armour, or else, you will die.
GDC: She is wierd. I dont think she will go out with anyone.
GD: uh oh........
GDC: Why would anyone like to ask HER out??
GD: See da.....in insti, there are more pigeons than holes. Thats why.
GD's co-core: And the pigeon hole principle states that if there are more pigeons than holes, then there has to be more than one pigeon in the same hole!!!!
PS: Another friend advised GD: If you want to ask her out, be sure to wear armour, or else, you will die.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Between friends
Two room neighbours have been talking about their girlfriends all night long. Early in the morning, they see a freshie going to take bath.
As typical in IIT, people do not behave in socially acceptable ways.
"Dude, the freshie is coming"
"Ya....so, what was I talking about? Once I saw a lazy chameleon"
" Oh! How do you know it was lazy?"
" It did not change its color man!!"
" ha ha ha hoohohoo......why is this freshie taking sooo long to enter his room .....a***ole....."
They hug eachother.
"Macha, the privacy of the wing has been lost, now that freshies have come to stay here.. pain..."
" Dude, shall we dance?" They hold one hand, the other is around the waist.
" Wait, its the other way round"
"Ya....you have Saarang workshop fundaes, so... as you say" They change the position of their hands.
One step left, one right. They look at each others' faces and stare for 3-5 seconds.
"NAAAAAAAAAAAHH"
"NAAAAAAAAAH"
In shock, they let go of eachother, and move metres apart.
"Dude, I dont think I will ever look at your face again"
"You are not my girlfriend"
"Neither are you a female"
" Moral of the story: we are not gay"
"Yeah....we are not"
As typical in IIT, people do not behave in socially acceptable ways.
"Dude, the freshie is coming"
"Ya....so, what was I talking about? Once I saw a lazy chameleon"
" Oh! How do you know it was lazy?"
" It did not change its color man!!"
" ha ha ha hoohohoo......why is this freshie taking sooo long to enter his room .....a***ole....."
They hug eachother.
"Macha, the privacy of the wing has been lost, now that freshies have come to stay here.. pain..."
" Dude, shall we dance?" They hold one hand, the other is around the waist.
" Wait, its the other way round"
"Ya....you have Saarang workshop fundaes, so... as you say" They change the position of their hands.
One step left, one right. They look at each others' faces and stare for 3-5 seconds.
"NAAAAAAAAAAAHH"
"NAAAAAAAAAH"
In shock, they let go of eachother, and move metres apart.
"Dude, I dont think I will ever look at your face again"
"You are not my girlfriend"
"Neither are you a female"
" Moral of the story: we are not gay"
"Yeah....we are not"
Of freshies and seniors
The following conversation took place between two 4th yrs early in the morning after a night out.
"Dude, the way we have been talking all night long in the wing, the freshies' parents might think that one of us is a freshie who has been ragged by a senior all night through"
Coord: (laughs) so?
"They will call the police and send the senior to jail."
Coord: They know me as GCU coord, so you are the freshie.
"you will be going to jail!! (Yeah!! Competition for placements reduced by 1)"
This reflects the the current mindset of seniors with respect to freshies and their parents.
"Dude, the way we have been talking all night long in the wing, the freshies' parents might think that one of us is a freshie who has been ragged by a senior all night through"
Coord: (laughs) so?
"They will call the police and send the senior to jail."
Coord: They know me as GCU coord, so you are the freshie.
"you will be going to jail!! (Yeah!! Competition for placements reduced by 1)"
This reflects the the current mindset of seniors with respect to freshies and their parents.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Shaastra and Saarang
There are times when you are important and busy, or atleast you feel that you are so, and then there are times when you sit back and relax, and watch others do that role.
Saarang is a life in laziness.
Saarang is a life in laziness.
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