If- part 1

This blog post is basically a tribute to all Indians !!

If I were a Motor-bike rider in India, I would

Have to watch out for Autos and Share-Autos that apply breaks abruptly.

Have to look-out for drunk men walking around like they own the place.

Get hit from behind by every vehicle, since no one knows to apply breaks properly.

Get irritated by driving behind the so called family cars that completely occupy the entire road such that the entire traffic has no choice but to hope for the car to  speed up.

Get caught by traffic- police whose sole aim is to deprive you off hundred rupees whether it was zig-zag driving or dangerous turn or helmet-on- your- lap-not- head.

Watch pedestrians run across the roads only when the signal for the vehicles turns to green.

Help cyclists to use me for balance since they either do not want to break ;est they have to pump in more effort or whip past you making you and and everyone behind apply the break since such issues are beyond them.

Watch myself fume in anger when I get stopped at every signal that is being installed for every hundred meters.

Look out for the tires of my bike since anyone and everyone digs up the roads and lets them rot.

Try overtake a bus only to find someone spitting on me.

Get mobbed my beggars at major traffic junctions. Being generous that we Indians are generally, we tend to give something to the poor child only to realize there is a whole group under-ground running them which also shuffles them so that no beggar is seen at the same junction twice.

Frequently change the lanes without warning and pushing the vehicles already on that lane to one side ensuring we reach the destination quicker whether or not someone else did not reach his due to our fault.

Make sure the Ambulance never gets a free lane and if by chance people give way for the ambulance, then planning strategically to follow the ambulance in its path since we know that people sooner or latter would give, at least few inches for the ambulance to move on.

And finally, last but not the least  jump signals. I mean who cares for it anyway. Is this the U.S of A where the police monitor our vehicle movement.

18-21 part one – The G factor

well  about G . I don’t know if i can even speak and cover  his qualities in a single attempt but as every author attempts i shall try and do something about it .

Here is my attempt on an honest evaluation of the G factor in my life .

Met him on one busy afternoon just before my first semester Physics practicals- he reading i supremely confident – Physics was my forte- He was studying nervously – Little was i to know i woudl observe the same pattern throughout my college life .

Always  whenever in future we tried to study together it never worked out. However hard i tried , I  could never explain any topics nor help him get some more marks in Communication subjects.  I am starting off with regrets so that this post can have a happy ending [:P]

I was to again meet him;this time Chemistry practicals and i was in this batch with him , WATERBOTTTLE and another girl . Man we had amazing fun ; joking around  discussing formulae and finally I think all of us screwed up the final observation but we somehow managed to do our experiment by pooling our knowledge- example for TEAMWORK i would say if  asked in Job interview.

All said and done -second semester happened . Once i ended up not having Circuit Analysis Question Bank because i had absented myself for some reason – He is a pest when it comes to missing classes – Always comes to college and it required great deal of coaxing rather the lack of it when during final year he did bunk on his own . I called him up asked his address -pretty near – I told him I ll study with him. If he was shocked or irritated by my request he didn’t show it  . He invited me over –  We tried working out some Norton and Thevenin stuff but i guess both of us weren’t that strong in it. So anyway it was about eight and i felt we were slowly getting better but he wanted to get rid off me  [:P] True right?? I understood and left soon . He gave me a reason- My mom wont allow friends to stay in house more than eight da . As the future would show i had gone to the extents of doing night stays and night outs with him and thats that !!

Circuit analysis- I don’t even know if i did that paper good thinking back now but I realise he didn’t cause when the next internals came – he didn’t want me at all. It was then i unearthed another gem of a guy -JC – who would then go on to become a great friend and my lab partner throughout my college life.. But more on him later.

Third semester was over . I had a friend when i entered this E.C.E classroom – C- but then he was the only friend I had for like one year( 2 semesters) and when he suddenly preferred others over me – I felt let down. Also i had a big fight over my then best girl-pal and was seriously in a really bad state of affairs. All my life I have always had the pick of friends – the kind everyone wants but rarely get- and now i had no one – nowhere to go – R wasn’t so close as he later went on to become – and i needed some pillar or more than one pillar to support me – i found two – JC and G .

Both G and me are not losers in anyway.But at that point of life – maybe we felt like we were one – maybe we felt we needed one true friend to hang on and re-construct everything. One pillar that would be honest to another- support in need- and just back each other so that one is never alone .

I think we realised that we could be those pillars – combined we wont fall or lose-and no question of separation- as they say in marriages- this was a ‘Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi’ .

We were perfect complements in everything- height-weight-attitude-composure-i spoke for him cause he would be so silent- yet his silence so meaningful- he is there always – thats  why S coined him the term- ‘Scarecrow ‘.

We never managed to study together properly. But I thinking becoming each other friend was probably lookingback a life changing decision. Ever since fourth semester ended- my whole life turned around.  I never roamed out more- I never enjoyed more – I never eaten more- I never made great friends more than these last two years – and as the architect of the revolution – in helping me get my old swagger back i need to thank him.

JC invited us to join with him in his in-plant training at A.I.R and man- what a blast it turned out to be . Me and G had nice fun trying to understand concepts beyond our understanding- but what really interested us where those huge transmitters. For me – life at A.I.R  was so peaceful considering the turbulent nature of my life that I felt drawn out to those peaceful surroundings. We daily travelled by his bike.

We had nice company there and totally it was worth it. Though Jc and Ln where placed in another batch and could meet us only for breaks- it was totally worth it. Ln broke G s helmet holder and i remember G coming to me and saying- ‘I hate him. He broke it’ [:P]. To be fair though Ln did immediately pay up for buyign a new holder- but even now the broken remains of the helmet holder still remian on his bike. probably he is too lazy to change probably he doesn’t want to . Memories last forever and surely those broken remains are good memories.

Well lots happened over next two years- the BSNL adventure- New Year Treat- WARFT-Symposiums-Sep30 Plan- Break up- First love-End of colleg and farewell to all .

Me and G are and were heavily ivolved in these issues and so i shall explain more on these topics soon.

I shall introduce slowly everyone who has been influential for  making me who I am.

Finally I would like to state that I dont find it cheesy to write topics with emotional content- Yes you may not like it – So you are welcome to try out other blogs like http://koolkabali.wordpress.com/

just kidding

adios

my life

I have completed my under-graduation and hopefully the results of my final semester examinations don’t prove otherwise. College life has shown me that your life starts to get messy the day you graduate from school. In college I found myself stuck with people i like, people i hate,people who were friendly and also people who looked for trouble. As i move past these people, I want to publish an honest account of my life from 18 to 21 . This is an insight into my life ,my thoughts and my love .

the bus mistake

Readers can take this as a continuation of ‘ the realisation’ so do check that first before coming to this post .

I guess this is once again a continuation of an incident in my life i want to clarify to all

especially you charan.

We undertook an Industrial visit to ISRO,Bangalore. Like all engineering students do, this trip was just an excuse to freak out with friends for four days . Those of you who read ‘realisation’ will know i was starting to realise importance of being with your friends than to be with people you think are cool so that you think you can enjoy more . I decided this time that whether cool or not i should stick by my friends whether they are cool to be with or not . In that scenario came an obstacle on the third day . Hindsight is painful cause it shows exactly how simple things could have been easily rectified . First mistake was to use three buses to transport . I have no doubts that my Class Representatives wanted everyone to have a comfortable journey but it also meant people will have to split up between two buses and sit instead of all people of one class sitiing together . Then there was this confusion when one bus wanted to go back to Bangalore than stay in mysore . One bus wanted to visit more places in Mysore. I was in the third . This bus was full of all the toppers of my class , with no disrespect to them , people who tend to avoid conflicts . They were happy with what ever was done . But admirably they stood up this time and for the right cause . They stood up and said that the plan was to visit Mysore  and so that should be done so that others who want to visit it get an oppotunity to enjoy it . Obviously this led to conflict of interest with our own classmates in the  other bus that wanted to go back . But they stood up and i was so proud of them . All the girls of our class who had till then been in our bus joined the other Bangalore going one and this hurt the feelings of everyone in our bus . But I guess we all realised ‘Hey whats use with girls ?? We can enjoy more without people who desert us in need’ . The other bus had music , movies and girls (he he ) . Did that mean they enjoyed it more ??

NO

That is where the story changes . Everyone knows that in the other bus , they had couple dances , they had birthday celebrations and yes everything all of you readers might also feel that ya those people had fun .

But for me , what happened in my bus was touching and made me realise there is so much more to life than being with people making din . I made a lot of friends real friends just by sticking with them than break away like others. May be one day everyone wil accept that our bus was much better than just simply dancing and celebrating..

Everytime i get questions as to how my  industrial visit was  my mind goes back to this bus trip , the fight that happened and the bonding we shared in being together completely . Believe me that is so difficult in our class since everyone rarely moves out of their group but that day was a rare one and i guess i will cherish it .

Trust me i had more fun being in that so called boring bus since none of you still know what all we did . All of you out there just listen do not leave your friends just cause your peers dont find them cool . You will end up enjoying more with them .

cheers

MNM — rUleZ

First the facts that are required.  On 19th March, 2008 the ECE Dept of MNM Jain college located somewhere on the Old Mahabalipuram Road ,attracted us students to bunk our usual boring college class and have some fun instead. I guess fun is what we got since, much to our amusement, we found that majority of the competitions were rigged.

It got more funnier, when the organisers of one event told the participants that they would get prizes but the cash prize would be taken up by them, in exchange for getting the winning certificate.

This concept of favouring  our friends in symposiums has been occuring for a long period of time . No  college is free from leaks regarding format of event, the answers to important questions or even rigging the results of preliminaries  in  order to ensure our friends get through but i guess ,even cheating when kept at a small rate can be forgiven . The experience we obtained from this college in particular, where participants not selected for finals were called , names deleted and others names added  and so on . Having been a part of the group that conducted  a symposium , i can understand it is difficult to contain yourself from being tempted onto forcing your friends , however you just need to grow up to do it. Just have to be sensible and do our job .

I hope in future the concerned college better get  its act together or else it is going down the dumps.

SORRY

WELL I JUST WANNA APPOLOGISE IN THIS BLOG TO PEOPLE I ABUSED IN THE PREVIOUS BLOG .
SORRY FOR TAKING THIS LONG JUST GOT HELD DUE TO SEMS.
anyway thanks for ur reviews and comments

a piece of ma mind

hmm i was hoping i wuld pass by dis blog without me making any comments but den its tym i did some talking ..
sharath–> ya ya i rock everywhere dude wanna join me ??
vyass–>dude i m not dat desparate to use ur elastic pants
gopal–>u have no right to talk in dis topic since u wear same pants full week compared to me i se dem twice a week or max–thrice
–>ramg its funny u r talking bout donating when u barely own anythin better than a sundal vikkara payan costume so if u hav bedsheets tear dem and do us a favour by stiching dem up for ur own good
–>nishanth i probably dont wanna comment anything r else u ll go runnin to gopal lik a cry baby that u r . go to moma u ******
–>nitin weell well de last man to actually deserve commenting i guess u could actually comment though if it really was a settha eli y r u still alive . wuld hav beeen gr8 if u guys has died . i culd hav slept fr some more tym in de hols in ur honour
raghu–>oh please u r gifted with making such ‘multiple faceted replies’ suggest u go watch ‘fight club ‘ and get admitted into a sicko room shaking ur ‘bom bom ‘ r watever u hav named urs
vpr noir–> de man with de brawn in ur arms rather dan inside where it shuld b . special sponsors eh try saving one for u when u get ur ass kicked . may ned it for ur hospital bills .
–kc > thanks mate for ur kind words . de day of destroying de sethu legacy s not far off
tadaa

well welll the loo phenomenon

finally after weks of being kept in as a secret known to a few people the ‘ what happened in the loo’ has hit the svce campus pretty hard . well thanks to mr. sethuraman i am getting an unwanted publicity into this whole episode. ah well i wont deny whatever has been reportedly benn posted . ma only denial is that i wasnt actually ’shake a bum [:)] ) . well you guys should know i had gone through a troublesome session of some brain modelling and i was seeing signals everywhere ( mind you my first arrear is in signals ) whatever so when i visited the loo ,, i was immensely happy to find a few sensors that would send ma electronic mind onto frenzy . so i just thought of testing a few sensors . well there was some music playing in the lo . so i was like kinda shaking my ‘whatever he said ‘ . and i thought of testing the sensors so went upto the cubicle and unzipped and acted as if i was doing what i was supposed to do in a loo but i did not . the choice was mine ( [:)] ) . so i then zipped up and moved off only to find the sensor wasting water by flushing automaticcally which only proved ma belief that by automating things we cant ensure total efficiency unless all conditions are considered . i have proved that there is a wastage of water in the loo . hence we must use two or thre sensors instead of one to verify what is exactly happening in the loo . and anyway i had nothing to do with what prem did . i was definitely not blocking his access to the cubicle by my experiment . it was his late reaction in recognising what he should have done which resulted in the picture which sethu posted .

lord volde

well as much as i respect lord voldemort (reference to hp series ) i seriously think this lord volde deserves no respect . he is a dumb boring lazy guy who cannot write one blog himself nor can he visit blogspot to view it. dude you atleast i crap a lot better than that ’so called lead writer of my college’ . well that said and done lets continue onwards and let lord volde to rot in hell .i gues even orkut can provide you with a nice friend from time to time . i got a new pal ( ya ya a girl ). anyway any talks about her shall not be welcomed here .lets find some other suitable place . oh ya ma symposium is approaching and its tiring me out like hell . i hope it turns inot a success . minutes to midnight is a nice album yet i dont see the linking park stamp on it . people i have been talking to say linking park is changing its genre . oh well i am ok with it as long as they sing well cause i wanna have a ‘meteora’ again . anyway chester looks much better in this album . well i dunno wat i am supposed to blog on if it has to be impersonal . i mean like it is gonna be boring if every blog you visit talks bout nuclear deals and sanjay dutt and bomb attacks . well people talking bout headlines in their blogs are ok but yuck i cant do the same everyday . i need a breath of fresh air. i need freedom to show ma views and what is happening in my life . if you people cant handle ma blogs then get lost i dont give care . but if you found this blog interesting — then thank my ” leading college editor ” this is how she writes . ( p.s –> i think i should made this post a little more dragging to get her effect )
adios

ok who s blogging

ii have a great trouble in understanding what the leading writer in ma college magazine writes . i ll give u a sample though the effect will never be the same. she would start of saying ‘ i am taking up this pen andstuff trying to write some crap yet this seems an infinitely difficult task for me . i am doing this blah blah blah and she will go on and on writing nothing but crap . and only towards the end will she actually start talking something substantial yet that will be ended by lack of space to fill in or the lack of energy .i would go through her writings each time she writes in the magazine hoping to find atleast one article that is good . yet for all her bombastic language , i seriously dont understand the hype surrounding her . yaa ya she has written some book , but that does not mean she can crap as a lead editior . i dont understand whether its is me who has lesser knowledge of english or that she s really crapping . well ya obviously i donthave the guts to go to her and say you are crapping some shit thats why sounding off here . not cause i am scared of her but well picking fights with girls is really troublesome . they cry when you accuse them and towards the end of the fight it is you who will be tearing your hair apart trying to get rid of them . well girls they are as much troublesome as they are fun and caring . seriously a difefrent bunch of human beings . anyway fun with dem lol
adios