5 hours to go(08:00 a.m): Huh! finally i had what u call "a good night's sleep" or atleast i felt so as soon as srikanth woke me up followed up by my alarm... I had a long list of things to do...
- Attend nature call (The one most important thing to do b4 CAT)
- Don't take bath (Refer prev blog "what not to do at aIIM CAT" for further details)
- Brush!!(am habituated to do that)
and yeah
- Attend nature call AGAIN (just to confirm :P)
04:30 hours to go (08:30 a.m): Had a plate wada as the South Indian Canteen person stood awestruck wondering if the whole college were writing CAT...
As a matter of fact, nearly 140/240 da-iictians are giving CAT... that's what we call "pure massing" in AOE terminology... The mass touch reached its heights as nine sumos were parked side-by-side reminding me of samarasimhareddy-2 (if at all released)...
After some formal "best-of-luck--thank yous" i got into a sumo and was waving pencils (as villians wave their swords in movies)...
04:00 hours to go(09:00 a.m): I reached the examination center which is just beside our AIMCAT home ground. The weather is nice and favourable and we are supposed to have the home ground advantage...
All of sudden the winds turned against me...nature started to show its fury against me... I got a call (no..no not from IIM'S) but from nature...
With due respect i attended it for the last time (for that day) and came back feeling fresh and confident :P
03:30 to go(09:30 a.m): Surrounded by awesome chicks, seducing bitches, gujjuless gujjus me and palakol sat on a bench singing songs, conversing in gujarathi (quite to the astonishment of the ones sitting besides us) and recalling the "supposed promises we need to keep", our village's pride and all sorts of movie stuff.
Taking one last big breath we entered the hall...
coming up on next blog...the big three hours...
Friday, November 24, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
xx hours to go!!! (or gone?)
15 hours to go (10:00 p.m): Cold wind that managed to squeeze through the windows tried in vain to break through my blanket defenses.
13 hours to go (12:00 p.m): 13 as they say is a bad number and all bad things are of course bad... I woke up due to some dream or some sound or some whatever...
11 hours to go (02:00 a.m): It's been nearly two hours since I have been awake and staring at the ceiling. I could hear the spiders snoring in their webs beside my bed.
9 hours to go (04:00 a.m): Huh! I somehow managed to get myself to sleep by trying to feel like how it would be if i had taken sleeping pills, by thinking of the red-dressed girl i have seen at previous AIMCAT, by trying forget about CAT and whatever technique i could think of... One of these techniques worked and I am in deep sleep now
ps: You may try to try any of the above techniques the day before CAT if u are unable to sleep...But don't forget to thank me :)
7 hours to go (06:00 a.m): Alas! the CAT paper of 2006 is leaked. Somehow it came into my dreams. I couldn't open the seal and see the questions as i was not allowed to open the paper till 10:30 next morning. So here are the instructions I was able to read.
You will be given question paper of each section (DI, quant and verbal is the order)
After 50 minutes the sectional paper will be snatched off...
"Huh! this was going to be tuf", i thought and went back to sleep...
Still 7 hours to go...But within next 7 minutes i have got to write a test... Will surely complete the remaining in less than 7 days :)
13 hours to go (12:00 p.m): 13 as they say is a bad number and all bad things are of course bad... I woke up due to some dream or some sound or some whatever...
11 hours to go (02:00 a.m): It's been nearly two hours since I have been awake and staring at the ceiling. I could hear the spiders snoring in their webs beside my bed.
9 hours to go (04:00 a.m): Huh! I somehow managed to get myself to sleep by trying to feel like how it would be if i had taken sleeping pills, by thinking of the red-dressed girl i have seen at previous AIMCAT, by trying forget about CAT and whatever technique i could think of... One of these techniques worked and I am in deep sleep now
ps: You may try to try any of the above techniques the day before CAT if u are unable to sleep...But don't forget to thank me :)
7 hours to go (06:00 a.m): Alas! the CAT paper of 2006 is leaked. Somehow it came into my dreams. I couldn't open the seal and see the questions as i was not allowed to open the paper till 10:30 next morning. So here are the instructions I was able to read.
You will be given question paper of each section (DI, quant and verbal is the order)
After 50 minutes the sectional paper will be snatched off...
"Huh! this was going to be tuf", i thought and went back to sleep...
Still 7 hours to go...But within next 7 minutes i have got to write a test... Will surely complete the remaining in less than 7 days :)
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Monday, October 02, 2006
Shidddd maaaan
I spelled the title right...that's how u have to pronounce what is normally "shit man"
Actually i've been forced to wait for long before writing this partly because either not enuf shit is happening or there is too much shit to choose from...
I guess now the time has come to shit abt. some shit especially after recalling the saying from our supernatural chris who once quoted
"WHAT EVER HAPPENS IN THIS WORLD...WE'RE THE ONES WHO WILL BE FACING THE SHITTY CONSEQUENCES"
those who all recite this saying thrice are eligible to be one among those mentioned in the above saying.....
so watz the shit thatz really happening
as a matter of fact...nothing.., but due to some shit happening in a shitty place, shit is still happening here with me, with the one standing beside me(sagar), and even with the man "with a saying"...chris
wondering what all this is?
ok...listen let me tell u how it all happens
Steve Irwin, "the crocodile hunter" dies in a crazy accident. No, its not a crazy accident.
The fish or some subset of "pisces" category is in a hurry to shit and this fellow Irwin stopped it in the middle to capture it on his cam...It was really pissed off and thereafter the crocodiles lived happily.
But the media persons haven't. They published news all over in all papers. And these CAT aspirants from India, most of whom haven't even seen Irwin, got interested by this article and started reading newspapers...so what happens? It's an easy guess...every one gets better marks in rc...then in AIMCAT's..people like fail to find any reason to continue with belling the CAT mission and play dota and end up getting a percentile that failed to see any rise in it's life time....
Wait! It didn't end there... since dota single players are boring, sagar plays and spectates along with me, and it has turned into a habit for him, as a result he is spectating anything and everything[:P]...one more person added into the shitted list
It's not over yet! The divine chris is a victim as well... He went to home, when he was just about to sleep, he has seen this article about Irwin. Being very kind and caring, he felt touched and went to the hall, switched on the light and started reading abt it...Then a chicken guinea mosquito which just ate chicken, had a stomach upset and went to shit in the open as it was dark, as abhay switched on the light, the mosquito felt embarrased as abhay exposed him while he was shitting in the open. The mosquito became angry and bit him, poor chris...one week and still going...
so! so...shidddddddd maaaan...
ps: This is just one out of countless number of ways in which one incident somewhere effects everyone of you and me....
Actually i've been forced to wait for long before writing this partly because either not enuf shit is happening or there is too much shit to choose from...
I guess now the time has come to shit abt. some shit especially after recalling the saying from our supernatural chris who once quoted
"WHAT EVER HAPPENS IN THIS WORLD...WE'RE THE ONES WHO WILL BE FACING THE SHITTY CONSEQUENCES"
those who all recite this saying thrice are eligible to be one among those mentioned in the above saying.....
so watz the shit thatz really happening
as a matter of fact...nothing.., but due to some shit happening in a shitty place, shit is still happening here with me, with the one standing beside me(sagar), and even with the man "with a saying"...chris
wondering what all this is?
ok...listen let me tell u how it all happens
Steve Irwin, "the crocodile hunter" dies in a crazy accident. No, its not a crazy accident.
The fish or some subset of "pisces" category is in a hurry to shit and this fellow Irwin stopped it in the middle to capture it on his cam...It was really pissed off and thereafter the crocodiles lived happily.
But the media persons haven't. They published news all over in all papers. And these CAT aspirants from India, most of whom haven't even seen Irwin, got interested by this article and started reading newspapers...so what happens? It's an easy guess...every one gets better marks in rc...then in AIMCAT's..people like fail to find any reason to continue with belling the CAT mission and play dota and end up getting a percentile that failed to see any rise in it's life time....
Wait! It didn't end there... since dota single players are boring, sagar plays and spectates along with me, and it has turned into a habit for him, as a result he is spectating anything and everything[:P]...one more person added into the shitted list
It's not over yet! The divine chris is a victim as well... He went to home, when he was just about to sleep, he has seen this article about Irwin. Being very kind and caring, he felt touched and went to the hall, switched on the light and started reading abt it...Then a chicken guinea mosquito which just ate chicken, had a stomach upset and went to shit in the open as it was dark, as abhay switched on the light, the mosquito felt embarrased as abhay exposed him while he was shitting in the open. The mosquito became angry and bit him, poor chris...one week and still going...
so! so...shidddddddd maaaan...
ps: This is just one out of countless number of ways in which one incident somewhere effects everyone of you and me....
Sunday, September 10, 2006
What not to do at aIIM CAT
disclaimer:
All the explanations that follow are experiences of a dumb 19-year old(yeah...i'm still 19), interpreted in a dumber manner and presented in the dumbest possible way.
If you wanted to know what to do at the aIIM CAT this is not your place...
you need to consult the following persons:
king kalli
cool chaitu
chaaku chandu
supernatural chris
I can provide their contacts :)
This is the blog of what not to do before a IIM CAT...
a IIM CAT can either be AIMCAT or the actual CAT.
- Never ever take bath on that day... I have been emphasising on this point time and again but risked not to implement it at times and i paid a heavy price.
It is a general misconception that taking bath keeps u fresh...
but here are the actual effects
-- You'll have no new dress to wear after bath...so you wear something thatz more stinking than ur previous attire
-- You look smart
-- You look at other smart chicks
-- You fail to look at the DI or quant question which obviously are the ugliest things on earth
-- You will be over-fresh... Thatz a mood to party, not to attend an exam.
So never ever take a bath
(if you do so you are destined to be ruined...or that's what happened to me)
-Never try to predict your result with the help of a one-rupee coin (Better buy two solano's and enjoy them if u have a rupee left)
If you try to predict this is what happens
-- If it tosses to your choice, you will be over-confident and you'll screw up the exam
-- If it predicts doom, you obviously want to enjoy as you're destined to be doomed
Whatever, the result is you'll be screwed
Afterall, a rupee coin is the creation of some branch managed by some department of the overtly corrupt Indian Administrative system...
moral: Face the future, Never predict it...(Not atleast with a rupee coin)
(if you do so you are destined to be ruined...or that's what happened to me)
- Yet another misconception is to have a good night's sleep before the exam
-- Wrong, Wrong.. never ever do this
-- If you have had a good night's sleep before the exam, you're destined to have good dreams and you or rather me would love to be happy in the dreams rather than face the wrath of aIIM CAT...
so you tend to get back to sleep in the exam hall at the sight of the paper while at the same time if you had a bad sleep the previous night you tend to be in a hurry to finish off the paper quickly and get back to sleep...that not only tends to increase your speed but also gives a chance to fret out your frustration on the paper rather than letting the paper ra*E you...
So never sleep on a kurl-on mattress the day before
(if you do so you are destined to be ruined...or that's what happened to me)
- Never plan to make a ra*E attempt on the aIIMCAT...
after-math's:
-- You will always find something so surprising as soon as u tear off its (seal...not clothes :P) and you'll realize that an aIIMCAT can never ever be ra*Ed by men(or women for that matter)...
-- Your action will be reciprocated in such a horrible manner that your friends instead of pitying starts lauging if you narrate the incident
-- No court or human rights organisation will come forward to help you
-- If you let aIIMCAT do once, it cultivates a fetish to do "IT" again and again
moral: ************************* (sensored... but i think you got the moral)
- Last but not the least... never read my blog the day before(if you do so you are destined to be ruined...or that's what happened to me)
All the explanations that follow are experiences of a dumb 19-year old(yeah...i'm still 19), interpreted in a dumber manner and presented in the dumbest possible way.
If you wanted to know what to do at the aIIM CAT this is not your place...
you need to consult the following persons:
king kalli
cool chaitu
chaaku chandu
supernatural chris
I can provide their contacts :)
This is the blog of what not to do before a IIM CAT...
a IIM CAT can either be AIMCAT or the actual CAT.
- Never ever take bath on that day... I have been emphasising on this point time and again but risked not to implement it at times and i paid a heavy price.
It is a general misconception that taking bath keeps u fresh...
but here are the actual effects
-- You'll have no new dress to wear after bath...so you wear something thatz more stinking than ur previous attire
-- You look smart
-- You look at other smart chicks
-- You fail to look at the DI or quant question which obviously are the ugliest things on earth
-- You will be over-fresh... Thatz a mood to party, not to attend an exam.
So never ever take a bath
(if you do so you are destined to be ruined...or that's what happened to me)
-Never try to predict your result with the help of a one-rupee coin (Better buy two solano's and enjoy them if u have a rupee left)
If you try to predict this is what happens
-- If it tosses to your choice, you will be over-confident and you'll screw up the exam
-- If it predicts doom, you obviously want to enjoy as you're destined to be doomed
Whatever, the result is you'll be screwed
Afterall, a rupee coin is the creation of some branch managed by some department of the overtly corrupt Indian Administrative system...
moral: Face the future, Never predict it...(Not atleast with a rupee coin)
(if you do so you are destined to be ruined...or that's what happened to me)
- Yet another misconception is to have a good night's sleep before the exam
-- Wrong, Wrong.. never ever do this
-- If you have had a good night's sleep before the exam, you're destined to have good dreams and you or rather me would love to be happy in the dreams rather than face the wrath of aIIM CAT...
so you tend to get back to sleep in the exam hall at the sight of the paper while at the same time if you had a bad sleep the previous night you tend to be in a hurry to finish off the paper quickly and get back to sleep...that not only tends to increase your speed but also gives a chance to fret out your frustration on the paper rather than letting the paper ra*E you...
So never sleep on a kurl-on mattress the day before
(if you do so you are destined to be ruined...or that's what happened to me)
- Never plan to make a ra*E attempt on the aIIMCAT...
after-math's:
-- You will always find something so surprising as soon as u tear off its (seal...not clothes :P) and you'll realize that an aIIMCAT can never ever be ra*Ed by men(or women for that matter)...
-- Your action will be reciprocated in such a horrible manner that your friends instead of pitying starts lauging if you narrate the incident
-- No court or human rights organisation will come forward to help you
-- If you let aIIMCAT do once, it cultivates a fetish to do "IT" again and again
moral: ************************* (sensored... but i think you got the moral)
- Last but not the least... never read my blog the day before(if you do so you are destined to be ruined...or that's what happened to me)
Monday, September 04, 2006
MY DoTa Blog
For those who are hearing this word for the first time DoTa is a non-stop battle to protect their ancients.
According to Greek Mythology
@##%@%% @#$%^^ !!(^
!@@$%)_+ !@#%%!!
huh...in short it's a computer game with the following features.
Addictive: Yes with a capital Y
Productive: eeks! what r u asking...no way
seductive: yeah, a few heroines (especially the bu*ty drow :P)
descriptive: hmmm...Yes, u can see luna channeling energy from the moon :O
imaginative: looks and feels but never sounds (don't ask me the meaning of this sentence, it's imaginative :P)
Destructive: To a greater extent, even have items to enhance damage...
For instance consider radiance, it does considerable damage to all the people who are watching DoTa.
Whatever the features of the game are, all i wanted to say through out is one sentence of wisdom that will change your life :P
Never See DoTa
ps: Those who preach doesn't follow -forgot his name
According to Greek Mythology
@##%@%% @#$%^^ !!(^
!@@$%)_+ !@#%%!!
huh...in short it's a computer game with the following features.
Addictive: Yes with a capital Y
Productive: eeks! what r u asking...no way
seductive: yeah, a few heroines (especially the bu*ty drow :P)
descriptive: hmmm...Yes, u can see luna channeling energy from the moon :O
imaginative: looks and feels but never sounds (don't ask me the meaning of this sentence, it's imaginative :P)
Destructive: To a greater extent, even have items to enhance damage...
For instance consider radiance, it does considerable damage to all the people who are watching DoTa.
Whatever the features of the game are, all i wanted to say through out is one sentence of wisdom that will change your life :P
Never See DoTa
ps: Those who preach doesn't follow -forgot his name
Saturday, August 26, 2006
My daaash blog
The word dash in its use is not inferior to any other syllable in language except for the divine word f**k.
some of the occasions are:
- The magical word in the very second line could not be uttered with out using the dash.... the word should be read as f dash dash k or simply dash.
This accent has been popularized by our roomate whenever he wants to utter out obscenities..oops! he calls them dashes :P... and is finding global acceptance
- This word can be used to fill in the missing lyrics when lyric writers run out of words. yes, i mean when they run out of words, not lyrics
for instance there is this song in a recent movie when the lyric writer just COMPLETELY ran out...
so the lyrics of the song are
daash daash do daash dash do dash do dash do dash dash dash do dash daa daas daash do daaaash do daaaaaaaash do daaaaaaaaaaasssssssh
even this dash song has been accepted by dash audience one of whom is sitting by my side right now.
some of the occasions are:
- The magical word in the very second line could not be uttered with out using the dash.... the word should be read as f dash dash k or simply dash.
This accent has been popularized by our roomate whenever he wants to utter out obscenities..oops! he calls them dashes :P... and is finding global acceptance
- This word can be used to fill in the missing lyrics when lyric writers run out of words. yes, i mean when they run out of words, not lyrics
for instance there is this song in a recent movie when the lyric writer just COMPLETELY ran out...
so the lyrics of the song are
daash daash do daash dash do dash do dash do dash dash dash do dash daa daas daash do daaaash do daaaaaaaash do daaaaaaaaaaasssssssh
even this dash song has been accepted by dash audience one of whom is sitting by my side right now.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
My Strange Blog
Recently i been suffering from symptoms of blog-guinea running berserk inside me.
So i opened up to write one...But oops! no ideas...
Just drained up the traces of creativity in trying to update orkut profile which obviously went in vain.
ok....now this is how i wrote this blog...
I've clicked on next blog by luizavirginia and this is the blog...i'll go on by giving a detailed explanation
Que meninazinha...
Good morning everyone
Ana Virgínia é uma criança supreendente... Está tão
I am virginia e uma the superindnte...I'll tell about my
interessante! Ontem estava na cozinha lavando umas
interests! Once upon a time i met this guy cozinha
louças ai lá vem ela... Bate na minha perna e diz... Dá
loucas alias ela... Soon we are in deep love... good
ábú!(me dá água). Fui até a geladeira enchi o copinho
heavens(great god). Once day his look alike copinho
dela e ela começou a beber. Só que ela fica só se
claimed himself as ela. So i believed him
mechendo não pára quieta ai molhou o chão. Eu disse
and gave him all my jewellary. Alas
assim: Viu nenén, você molhou o chão! Ai, sabe o que
Moral: Write new, think new! ai, ai but what the f*ck
ela fez? Fiquei besta pensando onde ela tinha aprendido
am i writing? Does this make any sense to you
isso... Pegou o tapete que fica na porta da geladeira e
readers... wondering what you have to do after wasting
começou a esfregar o chão pra limpar! Muito organizada,
time by reading such pathetic blogs! shout aloud,
ela!
oreyyyy!
So i opened up to write one...But oops! no ideas...
Just drained up the traces of creativity in trying to update orkut profile which obviously went in vain.
ok....now this is how i wrote this blog...
I've clicked on next blog by luizavirginia and this is the blog...i'll go on by giving a detailed explanation
Que meninazinha...
Good morning everyone
Ana Virgínia é uma criança supreendente... Está tão
I am virginia e uma the superindnte...I'll tell about my
interessante! Ontem estava na cozinha lavando umas
interests! Once upon a time i met this guy cozinha
louças ai lá vem ela... Bate na minha perna e diz... Dá
loucas alias ela... Soon we are in deep love... good
ábú!(me dá água). Fui até a geladeira enchi o copinho
heavens(great god). Once day his look alike copinho
dela e ela começou a beber. Só que ela fica só se
claimed himself as ela. So i believed him
mechendo não pára quieta ai molhou o chão. Eu disse
and gave him all my jewellary. Alas
assim: Viu nenén, você molhou o chão! Ai, sabe o que
Moral: Write new, think new! ai, ai but what the f*ck
ela fez? Fiquei besta pensando onde ela tinha aprendido
am i writing? Does this make any sense to you
isso... Pegou o tapete que fica na porta da geladeira e
readers... wondering what you have to do after wasting
começou a esfregar o chão pra limpar! Muito organizada,
time by reading such pathetic blogs! shout aloud,
ela!
oreyyyy!
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
chubby cheeks......(rhymes)
preludu:
Yesterday evening i was travelling in this 10n number tyred vehicle people spell as "tea are yeah eye yen"
There sat a chick (f-19-telugu) in the berth adjacent to my berth...As usual i started "thief-looks" at her...
she to me...rhyme1:
puneet, puneet
yes, my crush
staring at me
no my crush
telling lies
yes my crush
open your heart
it's you you you
I asked her:
rhyme#2:
chubby cheeks..
dimple chin...
sexy lips...
eyes have glasses..
what a figure...
Who are you?
and then evil came in the form of a middle-aged dark-complexioned, long noxed, semi-bald, pot-bellied man.
He came in and seized that seat from her as if she had been sitting on his throne...
**** that *******.
Yesterday evening i was travelling in this 10n number tyred vehicle people spell as "tea are yeah eye yen"
There sat a chick (f-19-telugu) in the berth adjacent to my berth...As usual i started "thief-looks" at her...
she to me...rhyme1:
puneet, puneet
yes, my crush
staring at me
no my crush
telling lies
yes my crush
open your heart
it's you you you
I asked her:
rhyme#2:
chubby cheeks..
dimple chin...
sexy lips...
eyes have glasses..
what a figure...
Who are you?
and then evil came in the form of a middle-aged dark-complexioned, long noxed, semi-bald, pot-bellied man.
He came in and seized that seat from her as if she had been sitting on his throne...
**** that *******.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Missing the AIM @ AIMCATS
After blogging twice in a day(probably for the first time) history was not at all with me this day...
symptoms of failure in its way:
- Couldn't find the words that could rhyme with CAT(read previous blog to better understand this line)
- My mom forced to bath before going to the exam (which obviously is a baaaad omen)
- Vijayawada TIME girls are better than what i thought they would be;This point needs to be emphasized more i guess:
2 weeks ago, just 2 weeks ago two gujju beauties were sitting right in front of me and i still managed to get my flukes right at that time
but, few hours ago, just a few hours ago, a few vijayawada TIME girls sat not in front of me, but all around me...not exactly around, but ther aura spread all around me like poison...
I was attempting DI, it(the aura) was there
I was attempting QA, it was there
I was trying to attempt VA, it was there
I was trying to read the passages, it was there
I was looking at the key, it was not there
It's gone!! where...it's hid in the inner depths of my heart.
It came, It stayed and i'm conquered.
There ended the story of a king who went conquer a CAT but ended being conquered by sheer beauty...
And then i decided, i will write the next two AIMCAT'S as well in vij only :P
symptoms of failure in its way:
- Couldn't find the words that could rhyme with CAT(read previous blog to better understand this line)
- My mom forced to bath before going to the exam (which obviously is a baaaad omen)
- Vijayawada TIME girls are better than what i thought they would be;This point needs to be emphasized more i guess:
2 weeks ago, just 2 weeks ago two gujju beauties were sitting right in front of me and i still managed to get my flukes right at that time
but, few hours ago, just a few hours ago, a few vijayawada TIME girls sat not in front of me, but all around me...not exactly around, but ther aura spread all around me like poison...
I was attempting DI, it(the aura) was there
I was attempting QA, it was there
I was trying to attempt VA, it was there
I was trying to read the passages, it was there
I was looking at the key, it was not there
It's gone!! where...it's hid in the inner depths of my heart.
It came, It stayed and i'm conquered.
There ended the story of a king who went conquer a CAT but ended being conquered by sheer beauty...
And then i decided, i will write the next two AIMCAT'S as well in vij only :P
Saturday, July 15, 2006
All for the library book
lost is the feeling for the library book
The lost feeling for the library book
The feeling for the lost library book
Had i known which one of the above is gramatically correct i would(sry...might) have crossed the cutoff in the AIMCAT...
But then the truth is always bitter and harsh...
Till date neither do i know which one of the above is gramatically correct nor could i find my lost library book...
As i sat on the terrace and stared at the blue sky, green grass, black wires, white poles, stray dogs, smooching couples, toiling farmers, flying birds, rhyming words started to blurt out...
I took a book
that i never gave a look
it was safe in a nook
until one day i have to look
and scream oh f**k
where is the book
till date, i neither fou...
_________________cannot continue further________________
ERROR 912: NO RHYMING WORDS FOUND TO CONTINUE
neway, i have to face the harsh truth...
falling short of rhyming words
failing to the return the books
falling and failing to cross cutoffs
but, that was all yesterday and today is spent repenting for that yesterday...
And now that i have no books to return and more cutoffs to clear tommorrow, words start to rhyme again
There are these AIMCAT'S
After which people run around like mad RAT'S
These exams instill more fear than BLACK CATS
I thought of other exams like the GMAT'S
but again.......
_________________cannot continue further________________
ERROR 912: NO RHYMING WORDS FOUND TO CONTINUE
Oh no...not again...wherez my quant material :O:(:(:(
The lost feeling for the library book
The feeling for the lost library book
Had i known which one of the above is gramatically correct i would(sry...might) have crossed the cutoff in the AIMCAT...
But then the truth is always bitter and harsh...
Till date neither do i know which one of the above is gramatically correct nor could i find my lost library book...
As i sat on the terrace and stared at the blue sky, green grass, black wires, white poles, stray dogs, smooching couples, toiling farmers, flying birds, rhyming words started to blurt out...
I took a book
that i never gave a look
it was safe in a nook
until one day i have to look
and scream oh f**k
where is the book
till date, i neither fou...
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neway, i have to face the harsh truth...
falling short of rhyming words
failing to the return the books
falling and failing to cross cutoffs
but, that was all yesterday and today is spent repenting for that yesterday...
And now that i have no books to return and more cutoffs to clear tommorrow, words start to rhyme again
There are these AIMCAT'S
After which people run around like mad RAT'S
These exams instill more fear than BLACK CATS
I thought of other exams like the GMAT'S
but again.......
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Oh no...not again...wherez my quant material :O:(:(:(
India tour at 501/-
Only less than a week ago i was struck with this brillinat idea of starting a tourist agency that shows whole of india for just 501/-.
Though the tour of india was my own brainchild, the price tag of 501/- was inspired from none other than our visionary shri. Dhirubhai Ambani who stole the hearts and pockets of nearly 501 thousands of people with the 501 offer.
Under mentioned are the salient features of the scheme:
-your trip will be of 2 days and 1 night(starting frm ahmedabad and ending in chennai)
-you will travel in one of the most renowned trains(the navjeevan express)oops! superfast express.
-I will be with you only for 27 hours and you can utilize the remaining 9 hours to get hands on experience on experiencing india before falling prey to chennai baabus
-You will be carrying a general ticket but will be travelling in reservation compartment and also as per the new railway schemes, if ac 3-tier is free you can as well be accomodated in it.
-You can relish the myriad variety of indian dishes free of cost*
(*includes bread-omlet at ahd station, dal rice at bhusawal, rail khaana at akola, idli at warangal and sambhar rice at chennai)
ps: Make sure you carry 1 10 rupee note(for the male-female category)
for more information reply this post...
stay glued...more offers to be released soon...
Though the tour of india was my own brainchild, the price tag of 501/- was inspired from none other than our visionary shri. Dhirubhai Ambani who stole the hearts and pockets of nearly 501 thousands of people with the 501 offer.
Under mentioned are the salient features of the scheme:
-your trip will be of 2 days and 1 night(starting frm ahmedabad and ending in chennai)
-you will travel in one of the most renowned trains(the navjeevan express)oops! superfast express.
-I will be with you only for 27 hours and you can utilize the remaining 9 hours to get hands on experience on experiencing india before falling prey to chennai baabus
-You will be carrying a general ticket but will be travelling in reservation compartment and also as per the new railway schemes, if ac 3-tier is free you can as well be accomodated in it.
-You can relish the myriad variety of indian dishes free of cost*
(*includes bread-omlet at ahd station, dal rice at bhusawal, rail khaana at akola, idli at warangal and sambhar rice at chennai)
ps: Make sure you carry 1 10 rupee note(for the male-female category)
for more information reply this post...
stay glued...more offers to be released soon...
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Timing your prayer
Partly this post is an attempt to avoid "hindi-song torture" threat that was posed by deep-guevera and partly for still the memories of world cup (both good and mostly bad ) haunt me when i sleep on the terrace closer to our 48"(didn't measure the exact size) TV...
The day when france ousted brazil while i sat on the terrace and saw the match despite having a nebulous view, just in order that i can look up to the sky and pray to gods easily...But none of my prayers answered...
And post-match i prayed against france or rather pro-portugal (since it ousted england and made the campus a peaceful place) and neither were those prayers heard. Only lately did i find out that god stays in a far far away place called heaven and it takes time for prayers to reach him...so in the final, my prayers, made a weeek or so before were answered...So next time on have a schedule with you, if possible measure the time that will be taken and pray at the right time to expect the right results... The timing is so important because gods have so many requests and as a result are prone to what techies call "bufffer overflow error" and as a result old prayers might be discarded...so next time on pray at the right times or pray when no one else is praying.
The day when france ousted brazil while i sat on the terrace and saw the match despite having a nebulous view, just in order that i can look up to the sky and pray to gods easily...But none of my prayers answered...
And post-match i prayed against france or rather pro-portugal (since it ousted england and made the campus a peaceful place) and neither were those prayers heard. Only lately did i find out that god stays in a far far away place called heaven and it takes time for prayers to reach him...so in the final, my prayers, made a weeek or so before were answered...So next time on have a schedule with you, if possible measure the time that will be taken and pray at the right time to expect the right results... The timing is so important because gods have so many requests and as a result are prone to what techies call "bufffer overflow error" and as a result old prayers might be discarded...so next time on pray at the right times or pray when no one else is praying.
Monday, July 10, 2006
"Good Old" zizou is no more
9th july 2006, the day that saw the demise of the "good old" tag for one of "the greatest" in the history of the game. First impression may well be the best impression but last impressions are the ones that are remembered for ever. A few days down zidane is remembered more for his "sieze ram style" header right into the chest of materizzi(my toungue gets wangled up when i try to pronounce this name) and ofcourse, quiet obviously materizzi fell to the ground making no attempts to balance himself.
Some say materizzi provoked zidane, he might well have done it. But there are other ways to deal with such incidents other than ramming into opponents chests.
Atleast bald head-experienced zizou should have known this. From now on, more than being remembered for his double header that brought france their maiden-world cup eight years ago, more than his scintillating footballing skills, more than his twice golden boot acheivement, more than his (once or twice..i don't remember the exact number) player of the year tag, he is remembered more for his infamouse red card in 2006 finals which didn't help france's cause either as italy ran home with the cup.
There has been severe criticism from the french press that a red was given even if neither the referree nor his assistant spotted it, but FIFA confirmed it stating that the 4th umpire has seen it with his eyes but not in TV replays. Instead of delving into the veracity of the FIFA's statements the disgraceful act of zidane should be punished under any means. so the zinadine zidane who came in as zinadine zidane has transformed into a zizou and then earned the tag "good old" which he incidentally threw away in his last match.
Some say materizzi provoked zidane, he might well have done it. But there are other ways to deal with such incidents other than ramming into opponents chests.
Atleast bald head-experienced zizou should have known this. From now on, more than being remembered for his double header that brought france their maiden-world cup eight years ago, more than his scintillating footballing skills, more than his twice golden boot acheivement, more than his (once or twice..i don't remember the exact number) player of the year tag, he is remembered more for his infamouse red card in 2006 finals which didn't help france's cause either as italy ran home with the cup.
There has been severe criticism from the french press that a red was given even if neither the referree nor his assistant spotted it, but FIFA confirmed it stating that the 4th umpire has seen it with his eyes but not in TV replays. Instead of delving into the veracity of the FIFA's statements the disgraceful act of zidane should be punished under any means. so the zinadine zidane who came in as zinadine zidane has transformed into a zizou and then earned the tag "good old" which he incidentally threw away in his last match.
The beautiful game
"Beauty is in the eye of the onlooker" said some one named anonymous.
But the beauty of this beautiful game is always beautiful...The above statement is as true as confusing it is.
For those who don't know what the beautiful game is
It is the game played by humans with the world in an 8-inch diameter(courtesy espn)
It is the game that enlightened and rejoiced more lives than those it destroyed(one being mine :( )
It is the game that made me pay 10bucks for a TV repair..(I would prefer enjoy it with friams bought from that 10 bucks)
It is the game that made me sit back on a weird shaeped tubes of 2 months and made my father's pocket leaky(not once but twice did this 8-inched moster puncture my dad's pocket)
Despite all this this is the game i love the most and many would prefer the "i" to be replaced my "many" so that they could fit in as well.
Yesterday's final was just a "complete" display of "the game" and i guess someone(there are many) who are seeing football for the first time could not ask for more....they've definately got more than what they wanted....They can go 60 years down in a time machine and boast with their great-grand children..."you know i saw a world cup final match"
Ofcourse it was a final match and so it was pitted to be a nerve-wrecking match that turned out to be the other way round(not exactly, but still...) It ate nearly 150 minutes of my valuable time.(I would have dreamt of hell lot of dreams in this time). OH shit! why did i say ate??? I am feeling hungry...will continue in next post...
But the beauty of this beautiful game is always beautiful...The above statement is as true as confusing it is.
For those who don't know what the beautiful game is
It is the game played by humans with the world in an 8-inch diameter(courtesy espn)
It is the game that enlightened and rejoiced more lives than those it destroyed(one being mine :( )
It is the game that made me pay 10bucks for a TV repair..(I would prefer enjoy it with friams bought from that 10 bucks)
It is the game that made me sit back on a weird shaeped tubes of 2 months and made my father's pocket leaky(not once but twice did this 8-inched moster puncture my dad's pocket)
Despite all this this is the game i love the most and many would prefer the "i" to be replaced my "many" so that they could fit in as well.
Yesterday's final was just a "complete" display of "the game" and i guess someone(there are many) who are seeing football for the first time could not ask for more....they've definately got more than what they wanted....They can go 60 years down in a time machine and boast with their great-grand children..."you know i saw a world cup final match"
Ofcourse it was a final match and so it was pitted to be a nerve-wrecking match that turned out to be the other way round(not exactly, but still...) It ate nearly 150 minutes of my valuable time.(I would have dreamt of hell lot of dreams in this time). OH shit! why did i say ate??? I am feeling hungry...will continue in next post...
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Why brazil lost
I have been recently flodded by this (of course chain mail) with subject why brazil lost!!! It carried footage of good old roberto carlos,
the carlos who can take free kicks at 120kmph
the carlos whose thigh measures the same as my waist
the carlos who is probably the world's only defending striker
yeah...i am talking about the banana free-kick carlos
this carlos was standing with his hands on his knees while zidane is taking the free-kick and our cool oscar award winning actor thierry henry, fresh from his award winning performance against spain managed to easily pass through this old boy near the far-post and put that in...Dota player might prefer to call that "CHOOS THAT IN"
neway, brazil lost and that means we have to wait for 4 more years and then there would be no carlos...so is it brazil's cup in 2010...let's see....
the carlos who can take free kicks at 120kmph
the carlos whose thigh measures the same as my waist
the carlos who is probably the world's only defending striker
yeah...i am talking about the banana free-kick carlos
this carlos was standing with his hands on his knees while zidane is taking the free-kick and our cool oscar award winning actor thierry henry, fresh from his award winning performance against spain managed to easily pass through this old boy near the far-post and put that in...Dota player might prefer to call that "CHOOS THAT IN"
neway, brazil lost and that means we have to wait for 4 more years and then there would be no carlos...so is it brazil's cup in 2010...let's see....
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Football mania-2(Drenched in Heaven)
date:June 2nd 2006
venue:da-iict football ground
time:11:16:24 am
forecast: cloudy and rainy with storms and thunders :P
Along with the rain drops ran in several young da-iictians fighting for a place in the football ground. Neither the thunders not the storms could scare off these tough guys who are out to challenge the rain and play the game...
As time passed the ground was filled up with more players than rain drops and records after records were created on the eventfulday.
Recorded Records :
- The game lasted for 3 hours(the rain also lasted for 3 hours)
- 12 new faces stepped in the football ground for the first time.
- Each person fell an average of 6.2 times which is the record for total number of falls on a particular day.
- There were a total of 61 shots on goal that failed to reach the goal line which is infact a record that probably could never be broken in football history.
- First time ever in football history, no person knew who all are on his side.
If records are put aside, the way we enjoyed playing in the rain was just priceless.
Those Long Slides, Bicycle kicks, water splashes... i don't think heaven can offer more than this... Atleast i hope those who are with me in the rain would remember this day as one of "THE BEST" days at da-iict
venue:da-iict football ground
time:11:16:24 am
forecast: cloudy and rainy with storms and thunders :P
Along with the rain drops ran in several young da-iictians fighting for a place in the football ground. Neither the thunders not the storms could scare off these tough guys who are out to challenge the rain and play the game...
As time passed the ground was filled up with more players than rain drops and records after records were created on the eventfulday.
Recorded Records :
- The game lasted for 3 hours(the rain also lasted for 3 hours)
- 12 new faces stepped in the football ground for the first time.
- Each person fell an average of 6.2 times which is the record for total number of falls on a particular day.
- There were a total of 61 shots on goal that failed to reach the goal line which is infact a record that probably could never be broken in football history.
- First time ever in football history, no person knew who all are on his side.
If records are put aside, the way we enjoyed playing in the rain was just priceless.
Those Long Slides, Bicycle kicks, water splashes... i don't think heaven can offer more than this... Atleast i hope those who are with me in the rain would remember this day as one of "THE BEST" days at da-iict
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Mr.Daaaaag(A caption less tale of a dog)
Many people think that it is a disgrace to lead a life as a dog. But today we have with us a dog named Daaaag with us who is willing to clear our misconceptions about how it feels being a dog especially at da-iict. Let's introduce Mr. Daaaag
Hello, Mr.Daaaag..you know you have got a great name, how did u get that name
Mr.Daaaag: You know being a dog at da-iict is not very easy... People love to name me and they call me by so many names, you know even i am surprised and even more confused with so many names...so i named myself Daaag..
so, Mr.Daaag, what are the privilages you enjoy at da-iict
Mr.Daaag: Well you know, there are these bunch of people who sleep outside and leave their mattresses for me to sleep on...they stink a lot, but you know i have got my own ways to make them wash their mattresses...so i wake mid-day and royally walk down the stairs as people make way for me... then i go to any of the canteens and you know, there are lots of varieties of food offered to me...first i smell their plates and only if i feel it to be hygenic then i munch a lil bit and go away...actually i have put on some wieght these days...so i have been too selective with my food...then i come back and take a nap on the mattreses....
so, Mr.Daaaag do you participate in extra-cirricular activities:
Mr.Daaaag: yeah!you know, i am great football fan, whenever i feel like playing i just go to the ground and play a game...you know the other defenders are so scary of me that they run away when i have the ball with me...but you know, it feels quite boring to play with such fearing defenders...so lately i stopped playing...ok maaan, i gotta sleep...will get back to you later
Hello, Mr.Daaaag..you know you have got a great name, how did u get that name
Mr.Daaaag: You know being a dog at da-iict is not very easy... People love to name me and they call me by so many names, you know even i am surprised and even more confused with so many names...so i named myself Daaag..
so, Mr.Daaag, what are the privilages you enjoy at da-iict
Mr.Daaag: Well you know, there are these bunch of people who sleep outside and leave their mattresses for me to sleep on...they stink a lot, but you know i have got my own ways to make them wash their mattresses...so i wake mid-day and royally walk down the stairs as people make way for me... then i go to any of the canteens and you know, there are lots of varieties of food offered to me...first i smell their plates and only if i feel it to be hygenic then i munch a lil bit and go away...actually i have put on some wieght these days...so i have been too selective with my food...then i come back and take a nap on the mattreses....
so, Mr.Daaaag do you participate in extra-cirricular activities:
Mr.Daaaag: yeah!you know, i am great football fan, whenever i feel like playing i just go to the ground and play a game...you know the other defenders are so scary of me that they run away when i have the ball with me...but you know, it feels quite boring to play with such fearing defenders...so lately i stopped playing...ok maaan, i gotta sleep...will get back to you later
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Football mania -1 (World's Bestest 11 footBallers)
After a loot of thinking, i finally came up with an undisputable team to represent the face of the earth if at all a World's cup happens....here's the team
Puffon[gk]
Miriyala Aanrey[s,c]
Sattichenko[s]
Khooney[s]
Palakolinho[s,vc]
Del Pavan[s]
Frank thampard[m]
Baillack[m]
Garlos[d]
Oboue[d]
Sitastre[d]
[s]-striker, [m]-mid-field, [d]-defense, [gk]-goal keeper, [c]-captain, [vc] - vice captain.
Fomation : 3-2-5
manager : arsene aravodu
home grnd: Any gully
*iing:
puffon(divine divers[:P] :: puneet+buffon)
miriyala aanrey (the coolses misser and finisher:: miriyala sagar + henry)
sattichenko (ultimate FAkers :: satti + schevchenko)
Khooney[s] (no need for an intro :: rooney + kreek)
Palakolinho[s] (The magicians :: ronaldinho + you know who?)
del pavan[s] (the legends :: del piero + pavan)
frank thampard[m] (fierce and deadly :: tarochimaru + frank limpie)
baillack[m] (never plays for their clubs :: bai krishna + ballack)
garlos[d] (hard hitters both::carlos + gautham)
Oboue[d] (full of injuries [:P] eboue + obuls)
sitastre[d] (the stars :: silvester + our sita)
Puffon[gk]
Miriyala Aanrey[s,c]
Sattichenko[s]
Khooney[s]
Palakolinho[s,vc]
Del Pavan[s]
Frank thampard[m]
Baillack[m]
Garlos[d]
Oboue[d]
Sitastre[d]
[s]-striker, [m]-mid-field, [d]-defense, [gk]-goal keeper, [c]-captain, [vc] - vice captain.
Fomation : 3-2-5
manager : arsene aravodu
home grnd: Any gully
*iing:
puffon(divine divers[:P] :: puneet+buffon)
miriyala aanrey (the coolses misser and finisher:: miriyala sagar + henry)
sattichenko (ultimate FAkers :: satti + schevchenko)
Khooney[s] (no need for an intro :: rooney + kreek)
Palakolinho[s] (The magicians :: ronaldinho + you know who?)
del pavan[s] (the legends :: del piero + pavan)
frank thampard[m] (fierce and deadly :: tarochimaru + frank limpie)
baillack[m] (never plays for their clubs :: bai krishna + ballack)
garlos[d] (hard hitters both::carlos + gautham)
Oboue[d] (full of injuries [:P] eboue + obuls)
sitastre[d] (the stars :: silvester + our sita)
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
SunShineSolllu (part-1-b)
name : TONDALAKI URI SIKSHA - THE TRIAL AND EXECUTION :
It took very short time for sentece the TONDA to URI SIKSHA as all the accusations were very very strong and are supported with solid proofs
here is the list:
1) being the tonda of the neighboring village this tonda is "line marring" another tonda of teenup's village about which the TA (not TA of da-iict, but tondala association) have registered a complaint and the tonda went into the same hole as this female "bomb-shell" tonda lives and there are all murmurs "it was drizzling outside at that moment and god knows what happened" and i personally have seen that tonda go into that hole.
2) there is a tradition where people perform "tondala pelli" in order to recieve rains. This tonda have convinced several people that this ritual will infact bring rain and have been accused of misutilizing the resources collected as a part of it.
Apart from these there are 17 hold the handd(cheyyi pattkunna) cases, 12 beating cases on this TONDA
and now it committed the biggest crime
by maintaining unlawful contact with the hole-world it is encouraging the hole-world to overtake the earth and hence rule the earth. when asking it's reply for this question it made a pride face and made a sound "wi"
tuneep recalled lahur teaching him wi meaning yes and that's it... it was sentenced to hang
a nice thread was taken... tied into a knot and one end of it is tied to a tree and the other end to the TONDA'S neck... and as the clock ticked to the exact location, the TONDA was hanged....and there end's teenup's story
and ppl, don't pity for it... if today u were reading this blog it is all because of the great hang... had it not been hanged our world could have been long back conquered.
It took very short time for sentece the TONDA to URI SIKSHA as all the accusations were very very strong and are supported with solid proofs
here is the list:
1) being the tonda of the neighboring village this tonda is "line marring" another tonda of teenup's village about which the TA (not TA of da-iict, but tondala association) have registered a complaint and the tonda went into the same hole as this female "bomb-shell" tonda lives and there are all murmurs "it was drizzling outside at that moment and god knows what happened" and i personally have seen that tonda go into that hole.
2) there is a tradition where people perform "tondala pelli" in order to recieve rains. This tonda have convinced several people that this ritual will infact bring rain and have been accused of misutilizing the resources collected as a part of it.
Apart from these there are 17 hold the handd(cheyyi pattkunna) cases, 12 beating cases on this TONDA
and now it committed the biggest crime
by maintaining unlawful contact with the hole-world it is encouraging the hole-world to overtake the earth and hence rule the earth. when asking it's reply for this question it made a pride face and made a sound "wi"
tuneep recalled lahur teaching him wi meaning yes and that's it... it was sentenced to hang
a nice thread was taken... tied into a knot and one end of it is tied to a tree and the other end to the TONDA'S neck... and as the clock ticked to the exact location, the TONDA was hanged....and there end's teenup's story
and ppl, don't pity for it... if today u were reading this blog it is all because of the great hang... had it not been hanged our world could have been long back conquered.
SunShineSollu (part-1)
name : TONDALAKI URI SIKSHA :
ENGLISH : HANG SENTENCE FOR THE LIZARD :
of alll the people SITTING there tuneep is the ____ fellow... he doesn't even know how to spell his name. he even doesn't know his name should be spelt as teenup.
k, he starts his story first and here it goes in a typical "follow the white rabbit" style...
one day teenup and his childhood pal are sitting on the shore of the canal in his village. He had seen a coloured "tonda" (english people pronounce it lizard) and he followed it until it went into a hole. teenup is too huge to fit into the hole and so he waited outside the hole. then he recalled all the beauty Alice had seen after getting following the rabbit and waited for the "tonda" to come out and narrate what is inside. So, as soon as the "tonda" came out of the hole he caught it shouting "aaha! there you are, i got u b****". holding it firmly in his hands he asked it in a soothing tone
teenup: now tonda, what is your name
tonda: silence
teenup: ok it's fine that you wanted to stay anonymous.
now tell me how beautiful is the "hole-world"
tonda: silence again
teeeup: now tonda, don't bee too rude... just answer my question and i would let you free
tonda: (staring angrily at teenup) made a sound that teenup's ears read something to be crewdk caerewk... teenup didn't know the meaning and there was no oxford dictionary facility either...
teenup: now tonda, i know only telugu and broken english... just because i stay in guajarat doesn't mean i knew hindi or gujarati... since you are a telugu tonda i think you should be good enuf in telugu.
tonda: (mockingly looking at teenup) "qeroer qweruc che"
as soon as teenup's ears read the "che" term teenup knew it was scolding him in gujarati
and his eyes became red
teenup: now tonda, tell me what you have seen there or i would hang you
tonda: (turned face the other way) and tried to escape
this infuriated teenup to the extremes... he definately knew it was a member of TSI (TONDA security INTELLIGENCE) from the neighboring village trying to destroy the world.... so just like indian police accusing everything on the ISI, he accused it and the case is due hearing in the next blog
ENGLISH : HANG SENTENCE FOR THE LIZARD :
of alll the people SITTING there tuneep is the ____ fellow... he doesn't even know how to spell his name. he even doesn't know his name should be spelt as teenup.
k, he starts his story first and here it goes in a typical "follow the white rabbit" style...
one day teenup and his childhood pal are sitting on the shore of the canal in his village. He had seen a coloured "tonda" (english people pronounce it lizard) and he followed it until it went into a hole. teenup is too huge to fit into the hole and so he waited outside the hole. then he recalled all the beauty Alice had seen after getting following the rabbit and waited for the "tonda" to come out and narrate what is inside. So, as soon as the "tonda" came out of the hole he caught it shouting "aaha! there you are, i got u b****". holding it firmly in his hands he asked it in a soothing tone
teenup: now tonda, what is your name
tonda: silence
teenup: ok it's fine that you wanted to stay anonymous.
now tell me how beautiful is the "hole-world"
tonda: silence again
teeeup: now tonda, don't bee too rude... just answer my question and i would let you free
tonda: (staring angrily at teenup) made a sound that teenup's ears read something to be crewdk caerewk... teenup didn't know the meaning and there was no oxford dictionary facility either...
teenup: now tonda, i know only telugu and broken english... just because i stay in guajarat doesn't mean i knew hindi or gujarati... since you are a telugu tonda i think you should be good enuf in telugu.
tonda: (mockingly looking at teenup) "qeroer qweruc che"
as soon as teenup's ears read the "che" term teenup knew it was scolding him in gujarati
and his eyes became red
teenup: now tonda, tell me what you have seen there or i would hang you
tonda: (turned face the other way) and tried to escape
this infuriated teenup to the extremes... he definately knew it was a member of TSI (TONDA security INTELLIGENCE) from the neighboring village trying to destroy the world.... so just like indian police accusing everything on the ISI, he accused it and the case is due hearing in the next blog
SunShineSollu (prelude)
Inspired by some mind-blowing BOX-BREAKING "out of the box" thinking by none other than our D-WINE psr, i was once again addicted to blogging, and again this old guy named "he" popped up my window(sorry i think i hav to pronouce that (bee-oh-ex) BOX, saying why are you blogging.
Vexed up with the vexest vexations of this he-vexer i went out and joined the junta sitting under the beautiful sun on a beautiful sun-day morning.
Then i remembered the quiz question... why is a sunday called a sunday?
sunday is a sun-day becoz there is sun on sunday and holiday is called holiday because holi is a holi-day
and then i sat along with them on a fat-rusty pipe outside our wing.
The beings sitting there were named ugnob, kihtrak, iab, gaaal, tuneep and nura and and ragas soon joined them.
(don't go away....will get back to u after a long sleep break)
Vexed up with the vexest vexations of this he-vexer i went out and joined the junta sitting under the beautiful sun on a beautiful sun-day morning.
Then i remembered the quiz question... why is a sunday called a sunday?
sunday is a sun-day becoz there is sun on sunday and holiday is called holiday because holi is a holi-day
and then i sat along with them on a fat-rusty pipe outside our wing.
The beings sitting there were named ugnob, kihtrak, iab, gaaal, tuneep and nura and and ragas soon joined them.
(don't go away....will get back to u after a long sleep break)
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Why is he blogging? (part-4)
The day he joined T.I.M.E, he's sure that he's gonna have a horrible TIME. But it's too late. As soon as he's offered a discount, he grabbed it up like a wily fox, but that bound him and his TIME with T.I.M.E and in a mysterious place called ahmedabad where people speak a mysterious language called gujarati. All he could do to communicate was to use the "universal language" of signs and "utter occasional sylabbles which only he understands to be hindi". Before he think of thinking about any thing, in front of him were 30 vocab questions that had to be answered in 20 minutes. He started scribbling on the paper and to his astonishment he found so many words being those he used IN HIS BLOG.
He was ..... was..... was....
He forgot words to describe his happiness. His heart forgot to beat for a moment. He stared with a blank eye, that shined in the luminicence of the tubelight as the professor went on with his wont of explaining the origin and meanings of the words. But he's already found the root's of his answers. He's found some answer to the eternal question. He thanked T.I.M.E for helping him find some answer to his "nauscetic" question if not helping him find some way to get into IIM's.
Finally he got an answer....But is that all....He thinks so....As of now he thinks that's all....But soon he's gonna realise what he had found out was not more than just a speck among a ocean of anwers.... But when is that soon going to be???
He was ..... was..... was....
He forgot words to describe his happiness. His heart forgot to beat for a moment. He stared with a blank eye, that shined in the luminicence of the tubelight as the professor went on with his wont of explaining the origin and meanings of the words. But he's already found the root's of his answers. He's found some answer to the eternal question. He thanked T.I.M.E for helping him find some answer to his "nauscetic" question if not helping him find some way to get into IIM's.
Finally he got an answer....But is that all....He thinks so....As of now he thinks that's all....But soon he's gonna realise what he had found out was not more than just a speck among a ocean of anwers.... But when is that soon going to be???
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Why is he blogging? (part-3)
He had a very wild celebration the last night and the day being a saturday added to his reasons to celebrate. He returned home very late and had a disturbed sleep that night. The disco lights still flashed on his eyes prodding them. The girl in blue made him keep on dreaming about her (but she would never look back at him). He knew it, but he still dreamt with hope. Hope is all he's breathing to live.
Finally he woke up facing the reality of the world and despite a plethora of sick dreams he again looked more than happy. This time he's got the right reasons behind him. To his astonishment his blog invited a comment. He recieved the comment like a kid recieving a candy. With so much excitement he read the comment. His eyes spoke out the happiness he hid within his heart. He thought of announcing it all over saying that he's got a comment to his blog. But then he realised that it would add up to his insanity as one of his neighbor had already made into the list of top 5 bloggers. He counted the bloggers he knew till his fingers no more held the count. His happiness slowly dissolved into the depression of being one "insignificant blogger" among a myriad bloggers. He decided to remain silent. And the silence led him back to his fears. Amidst the darkest of these silences reemerged the iterative sickening question.
"Why is he blogging?"
He's sure he didn't find the answer he was googling for! Or Did he???
He doesn't think he did!! :(
Aaah! Am really scared? Where is this gonna end...
BUT, IS HE SCARED ???
Finally he woke up facing the reality of the world and despite a plethora of sick dreams he again looked more than happy. This time he's got the right reasons behind him. To his astonishment his blog invited a comment. He recieved the comment like a kid recieving a candy. With so much excitement he read the comment. His eyes spoke out the happiness he hid within his heart. He thought of announcing it all over saying that he's got a comment to his blog. But then he realised that it would add up to his insanity as one of his neighbor had already made into the list of top 5 bloggers. He counted the bloggers he knew till his fingers no more held the count. His happiness slowly dissolved into the depression of being one "insignificant blogger" among a myriad bloggers. He decided to remain silent. And the silence led him back to his fears. Amidst the darkest of these silences reemerged the iterative sickening question.
"Why is he blogging?"
He's sure he didn't find the answer he was googling for! Or Did he???
He doesn't think he did!! :(
Aaah! Am really scared? Where is this gonna end...
BUT, IS HE SCARED ???
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Why is he blogging? (part -2)
After repeatedly reading his first part on why he's blogging, he was more than confused. He was sitting in front of the mirror trying to read his other side and resolve the confusion. Still he could not comprehend his stance about the bloggers. Whether it was love or hatred, appreciation or denounciation, something or nothing. He thought deeper and deeper till his hair started to turn grey portraying him as a "great thinker". That added to his woes of being unable to woo even a single good looking girl.
As soon as the thought of being unable to woo a girl arised in his mind, the world to him stopped for a moment.
"WAIT!", he said to himself
His face was happier than ever
His eyes were brighter than ever
His nose was sharper than ever
His ears were wider that ever
(I am aware of the fact that there were indeed some "worstest" comparisions....but they are in the right place)
The "confusing(or rather confusion) charm" that's usually associated with him seems to have desserted him.
Is it that he's creating a new trouble(wooing a girl) as a solution to his existing problems(Why is he blogging?) or is he agglomerating his woes ???
More than happier, he started celebrating
Is he celebrating for the right reasons???
You have to wait for the answers :)
As soon as the thought of being unable to woo a girl arised in his mind, the world to him stopped for a moment.
"WAIT!", he said to himself
His face was happier than ever
His eyes were brighter than ever
His nose was sharper than ever
His ears were wider that ever
(I am aware of the fact that there were indeed some "worstest" comparisions....but they are in the right place)
The "confusing(or rather confusion) charm" that's usually associated with him seems to have desserted him.
Is it that he's creating a new trouble(wooing a girl) as a solution to his existing problems(Why is he blogging?) or is he agglomerating his woes ???
More than happier, he started celebrating
Is he celebrating for the right reasons???
You have to wait for the answers :)
Friday, January 20, 2006
Why is he blogging? (part -1)
He stared and stared and stared.... read and read and read.... blog after a blog after a blog... post after a post after a post
till his charming little eyes cud barely comprehend the difference between a d and a b, till his lousy self barely managed to sit on the chair, till his little, good for something (donno what dat something is) brain cud no more allow in a thought of those f***king bloggers.
He praised all the with great bloggers from his heart or that's what his compliment's to all above-average bloggers
He cursed himself for his inability to use even a single "good" english word despite of having repeatedly read some 2000+ english words. He loathed his ability to use english in all ways "except the way" it has to be used. He detests his roomie for using an oxford dictionary and coming up with new words which he could no more stuff up in his virus-stricken memory. He despises his "self-dabba" attitude which he could never get along with how hard he try (he never tried, thatz a different matter)
The day he writes a blog he wud be sitting on cloud9, and 9 days down the line he looks back at the same block with a deep long stare and says "what did i write?"
And then with a gloomy, grief-stricken face he shuts down his pc, slams back his chair, reaches his bed in 3 heavy steps and wallows under his warm blanket.
And the next moment all the hatred and all the blogs and bloggers are gone... where? he doesn't know... HE feels they are all gone...that's all he wanted and he gives a dams to how and where they've gone... every night he sleeps with the same feeling, and dwells into his most diversified dreams (ranging from a date with angelina jolie to reading those sickening blogs) only to wake up the next day and upon the press of the big-fat button on his laptop, he opens his blog anxiously for a comment just to realise that he had to utter his very own quote yet again... "Why am i blogging?"
ps : If it isn't clear why he is blogging, You have understood the post just the way it is meant to be... come on man, u can't expect the whole plot to be unvieled in the first scene... do you?
till his charming little eyes cud barely comprehend the difference between a d and a b, till his lousy self barely managed to sit on the chair, till his little, good for something (donno what dat something is) brain cud no more allow in a thought of those f***king bloggers.
He praised all the with great bloggers from his heart or that's what his compliment's to all above-average bloggers
He cursed himself for his inability to use even a single "good" english word despite of having repeatedly read some 2000+ english words. He loathed his ability to use english in all ways "except the way" it has to be used. He detests his roomie for using an oxford dictionary and coming up with new words which he could no more stuff up in his virus-stricken memory. He despises his "self-dabba" attitude which he could never get along with how hard he try (he never tried, thatz a different matter)
The day he writes a blog he wud be sitting on cloud9, and 9 days down the line he looks back at the same block with a deep long stare and says "what did i write?"
And then with a gloomy, grief-stricken face he shuts down his pc, slams back his chair, reaches his bed in 3 heavy steps and wallows under his warm blanket.
And the next moment all the hatred and all the blogs and bloggers are gone... where? he doesn't know... HE feels they are all gone...that's all he wanted and he gives a dams to how and where they've gone... every night he sleeps with the same feeling, and dwells into his most diversified dreams (ranging from a date with angelina jolie to reading those sickening blogs) only to wake up the next day and upon the press of the big-fat button on his laptop, he opens his blog anxiously for a comment just to realise that he had to utter his very own quote yet again... "Why am i blogging?"
ps : If it isn't clear why he is blogging, You have understood the post just the way it is meant to be... come on man, u can't expect the whole plot to be unvieled in the first scene... do you?
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