A month ago, I'd told myself I'd start thinking about college ending only after Dhwani. The last few hours of Dhwani suddenly left a void in me. As expected, nostalgia caught up with me and I went around in circles, kicking empty plastic bottles in an empty playground at the middle of night.
I haven't been able to blog as much as I would've liked about the last few days in college. So hoping to make up with short blogs.. much like the twittering has caught up with ma classmates.
Had our demo week last week. Sadly couldn't attend the first 3 days. That took a lot out of the fun but completely enjoyed the last two days.. Black, Pandi, School, Gunda and to top it all the Cross day. Awesome! Final years kii..
Finishing off the kutti blog with some usual philosophy:
There's a saying that each individual is an island. I've never believed so. Each of our lives are so intertwined with those around us that even if we sever off some branches, so many remain to hold us together.
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Monday, 27 April 2009
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
Some moments that I can't forget
** I mean nothing serious.. absolutely nothing.. just enjoy the little jokes **
Sitting in the classes has become so much of a boring thing for me. I never expected that classes would be held on such a regular basis in s7. We used to have more free hours in s6 than this.. didn't we?
Today, we did the presentation regarding our project. KK had taught me something (he's my fellow project mate) and I ended up telling something(else...??) in front of Biji jacob sir. Me and Balu tried our best to deliver whatever we knew, but still, he complained about one-man show(when KK is around, that is unavoidable, isn't it??).
But I was very happy that I knew at least something about my main project. In the case of mini project, things were different. I knew almost nothing about it. (Of course, it was my fault.. to be very honest, I never made any sincere effort). Umesh,Bachi and Surji were my mates then. My contributions were limited to visiting Bach's house(Only to have lunch,tea etc. and to display my counter strike skills while others tried to make that thing work),buying components from thakarapparambu etc. But at last, we had to go to the exam hall with someone else's project since ours didn't work. Bachi somehow managed to get a similar project from one of his friends in some other college. Quite unfortunately, their external examiner happened to be ours also.(Now that's what bad luck is.. can u just imagine the probability of such a thing to happen? Seriously, it's too small ya..). He kept telling us that he had seen exactly the same project somewhere else. What could we do about that huh??
Even though all these happened, I never had any doubt regarding the intellect of my project mates, especially Bach. He even showed me some weird and unique symbols during last microprocessor lab that only one person in this world could do. All those appeared on the screen when Bach wrote a program by himself and we tried to execute it. Symbols, that I haven't seen even among Greek or Roman letters.. That was an unforgettable experience.. not only the symbols, but the face expression of Bach also when all those appeared.. Man.. I didn't have a cam with me to capture that golden moment...!!!
Sitting in the classes has become so much of a boring thing for me. I never expected that classes would be held on such a regular basis in s7. We used to have more free hours in s6 than this.. didn't we?
Today, we did the presentation regarding our project. KK had taught me something (he's my fellow project mate) and I ended up telling something(else...??) in front of Biji jacob sir. Me and Balu tried our best to deliver whatever we knew, but still, he complained about one-man show(when KK is around, that is unavoidable, isn't it??).
But I was very happy that I knew at least something about my main project. In the case of mini project, things were different. I knew almost nothing about it. (Of course, it was my fault.. to be very honest, I never made any sincere effort). Umesh,Bachi and Surji were my mates then. My contributions were limited to visiting Bach's house(Only to have lunch,tea etc. and to display my counter strike skills while others tried to make that thing work),buying components from thakarapparambu etc. But at last, we had to go to the exam hall with someone else's project since ours didn't work. Bachi somehow managed to get a similar project from one of his friends in some other college. Quite unfortunately, their external examiner happened to be ours also.(Now that's what bad luck is.. can u just imagine the probability of such a thing to happen? Seriously, it's too small ya..). He kept telling us that he had seen exactly the same project somewhere else. What could we do about that huh??
Even though all these happened, I never had any doubt regarding the intellect of my project mates, especially Bach. He even showed me some weird and unique symbols during last microprocessor lab that only one person in this world could do. All those appeared on the screen when Bach wrote a program by himself and we tried to execute it. Symbols, that I haven't seen even among Greek or Roman letters.. That was an unforgettable experience.. not only the symbols, but the face expression of Bach also when all those appeared.. Man.. I didn't have a cam with me to capture that golden moment...!!!
Saturday, 1 November 2008
The Tachometer story
**Pals, here I am going to tell you a story,which actually happened in our electrical machines lab.It happened during our university exam.I am going to describe it in first person because it will make it more funny.I will not tell you the name of the real hero due to his persuasion(threats). **
(This doesn't deny the possibility of that brave soul being me.. ok??)
Well.. guys, as always it is, I rarely had any interest in attending classes during s6 also.Let it be theory classes, or labs, those ain't bothering me. But still, I had to get into machines lab several times for attendance. Since their department was notorious for giving lowest internal marks, friends persuaded me to get in. sometimes, I yielded, sometimes I didn't.
But of course, I never allowed anything to affect my reputation. I was deeply engaged in my own businesses when all those dirty machines worked and others took readings...
But, as usual, when the exam was coming near, I found myself at sea.(that has become so regular!!) Just one day before the exam, I started to study so hard. I didn't feel as if I've ever seen any of those machines.Dc series,shunt, and all that crap. I tried to make out how each machine looked like, how to make all those connections and all that.
Next day, I entered into the exam hall with full confidence.I got an experiment and somehow I managed to write down all the stuff.(I don't even remember which one.. Why should I? Human brain doesn't have unlimited storage like gmail inbox).
I went to fetch components. I wasn't very sure if all those were the right components since I was seeing them for the first time.(Or atleast, i felt so..) The component list consisted of one thing called tachometer.I had a clear idea of how it was used. My friend had explained everything with hand gestures since it was impossible to have a real instrument. Right then, a question came towards me.
"You want a digital tachometer or an analog one?"
Well... that was a situation which I had never thought of.I didn't even know that two types existed.I was so confused as if a child was asked to choose between his mom and dad.
Now lemme tell you guys, when such a crisis occurs in your life, try to be purely logical, listen to your brain..
And that was exactly what I did..
Analog and digital.. Both of them revolved around my head.. digital.. means what? only ones and zeros.. thats much better.. isn't it?
I thought of the two subjects that we studied in 4th semester.. Analog and digital.. I thought of the way in which I miserably failed in one of them and managed to secure passmark in the other.. wow!! That was the most logical thing that I had ever thought of..
I said in a firm voice "digital..."
Somhow, I managed to make all the connections. I turned the machine on. I had to measure the number of rotations of the machine. So, that was where tachometer came into play. I tried to memorise what my friends explained to me. Tachometer had to be inserted at one end of the rotating part. I looked at the end of the tachometer and the hole in the machine.
"Naa... this isn't gonna make it"
I was pretty sure about that. The hole was too small. I walked to the other side of the machine. The hole on that side was slightly bigger. But still, I was confused like a baby in a topless bar. I was very sure that this was the way in which a tachometer was used. May be, I'll have to insert it forcefully, I thought.
I took two steps backwards. With all my strength, I tried to insert the tachometer.
"No... Not like that !!!!"
There came a roar from behind. When turned back, I saw the lab attender running towards me. He grabbed the tachometer.
"Is this your first time here?"
He said in a grim voice. I shrugged as if I was being accused of something which I never knew about. He gave me an angry look and showed me how to use the digital tachometer. For the rest of the experiment, it was him who took the readings. May be he shuddered that I would damage anything.
When I told this to all my friends later, they were all laughing just like they were watching a Jim carry movie or something. What is there to laugh so much... huh?? I handled it very well eventhough I didn't know a thing about all those machines and instruments.didn't I??
What do you guys say??
Sunday, 12 October 2008
how long can you remain idle?
flashback or as the mallu movie goes.. rewind.. drastic rewind..
Three weeks ago we were working on something without a body, without a mind, trying to make the future. Our minds and body were bent on making it work. The robots were made. The battle half won. Who cares about the rest half. Anyway that is past and back to future. I keep haing an obsession of jumping from past to future when the thing that matters most is the present. But present is just a moment while the past and future are immeasurable.
So back to past or the recent past to be exact. What's keeping me busy these days? Nothing. So what's the problem? nothing. No i din't mean there's no problem. Nothing is the problem. You laugh at it, you sleep over it, you wake up and look around at and still don't see. You realize that the nothingness or the lack of anything is nothing if you consider the something days in the past when you had everthing and wanted to have nothing. Those something days.. when you always had something or someone in mind, when pen was mightier than 12 hours of sleep, 8 hours of looking blankly at the computer screen and 4 hours of trying to count the hours in a day.
Since when have you been a workaholic? You'd pride yourself in being the lazy kid. But even while being lazy you'd always tried to keep the brain moving. If it doesn't move, you feel congested, feels like..dead. So wake up buddy. Wake up and see the world.
Who am I talking to?
ah.. Hi John, what's been keeping you busy these days?
Three weeks ago we were working on something without a body, without a mind, trying to make the future. Our minds and body were bent on making it work. The robots were made. The battle half won. Who cares about the rest half. Anyway that is past and back to future. I keep haing an obsession of jumping from past to future when the thing that matters most is the present. But present is just a moment while the past and future are immeasurable.
So back to past or the recent past to be exact. What's keeping me busy these days? Nothing. So what's the problem? nothing. No i din't mean there's no problem. Nothing is the problem. You laugh at it, you sleep over it, you wake up and look around at and still don't see. You realize that the nothingness or the lack of anything is nothing if you consider the something days in the past when you had everthing and wanted to have nothing. Those something days.. when you always had something or someone in mind, when pen was mightier than 12 hours of sleep, 8 hours of looking blankly at the computer screen and 4 hours of trying to count the hours in a day.
Since when have you been a workaholic? You'd pride yourself in being the lazy kid. But even while being lazy you'd always tried to keep the brain moving. If it doesn't move, you feel congested, feels like..dead. So wake up buddy. Wake up and see the world.
Who am I talking to?
ah.. Hi John, what's been keeping you busy these days?
Saturday, 15 March 2008
My life in multicoloured shoes
How many times in life have you lived a double life? Not many for me. I'd always been largely unaware of anything happening outside my sphere of friends. But right now I'm forced to live a multiple life through a learning curve with angle of elevation greater than 45 degrees.
The situation isn't hard to explain but might be hard to understand for someone else. First of all, I've always been this spoilt child type. Might be 'coz I'm the younger one, but I always had responsibilities thrown over to others. Chachan did majority of the outside work and Amma handled everything inside. Things are right on the balance when I'm left back here with apparently nothing to do. The only chore I was reminded to do was paying the phone bill. Rest would go on like clockwork. But into the first week, I'm starting to realize I'm mistaken.
Elders have a full blown social life. We, on the other hand usually contend ourselves with small talk. I, being the supposed information bug for the family, am entrusted the responsibility to gather information from social spheres like church, native place etc. Also, all info that's to be passed on to the respective spheres has to pass through me. More and more I find out that the things I've to do to keep myself alive is much easier than things I'm supposed to do. Among these, I've to split into another frame too - try belonging to hostel, where I know I wont be staying more than 2 months while hanging out with the usual gang outside the hostel.
I'm talkative among friends and pretty silent at other occasions. I'm hoping this experience would teach me something - to talk to people. As of now, it's truly a labyrinth... just some passion missing. ;-) If someone could provide it, the labyrinth of passion would be complete.
The situation isn't hard to explain but might be hard to understand for someone else. First of all, I've always been this spoilt child type. Might be 'coz I'm the younger one, but I always had responsibilities thrown over to others. Chachan did majority of the outside work and Amma handled everything inside. Things are right on the balance when I'm left back here with apparently nothing to do. The only chore I was reminded to do was paying the phone bill. Rest would go on like clockwork. But into the first week, I'm starting to realize I'm mistaken.
Elders have a full blown social life. We, on the other hand usually contend ourselves with small talk. I, being the supposed information bug for the family, am entrusted the responsibility to gather information from social spheres like church, native place etc. Also, all info that's to be passed on to the respective spheres has to pass through me. More and more I find out that the things I've to do to keep myself alive is much easier than things I'm supposed to do. Among these, I've to split into another frame too - try belonging to hostel, where I know I wont be staying more than 2 months while hanging out with the usual gang outside the hostel.
I'm talkative among friends and pretty silent at other occasions. I'm hoping this experience would teach me something - to talk to people. As of now, it's truly a labyrinth... just some passion missing. ;-) If someone could provide it, the labyrinth of passion would be complete.
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
The Curse
I went to my third home, my native place, this weekend. It had always been my refuge in hard times, like the ones after exams. A visit to pala always helped me regain my senses, calm my nerves and begin afresh. I originally thought of dedicating a blog to it, but fought back the urge. The reason being I would waste lots of time conjuring up words to write in the blog rather than enjoying the moments. But something else has forced me to write about my journey into the heart of God's own country, something that made me wonder whether God has taken away his grace from this land.
For the past few months I'd heard about increase in fever cases in those areas. Along the way, the news that everyone in both my parents' homes had got the disease passed over my head without much notice. The sight that welcomed me not only shocked me, but saddened me a lot.
The gravity of the situation cannot be fully understood through my simple blog. I'll try to express in few words what I understood of a disease the government refuses to call chikungunya. From now on, let me call it 'the disease that should not be named'. First of all, there is no doubt that it is an endemic. More than 90% of all households in that area have already got 'the disease that should not be named'. It affects everyone, but the after-effects show a different pattern according to age. The young have fever for few days and usually don't have much after-effects. But the elders are the ones who suffer the most. By elders, I mean a whole generation of people from ages 55 and above. The suffer from after-effects from which many never recover.
The after-effects range from neeru (don't know what it's called in English) in limbs to unbearable pain in the whole body. A sharp increase in death-rate is reported, though other causes are cited as reasons for death. Everyone of the elders have been reduced to bed-rest, though the valiant still fight it out with sticks for support. The worst affected among the community are people who do menial jobs and other works that do not have regular salary. There have been cases of many not able to get even one time meal.
What is the government doing during this time? Shutting up every news article to save the face of the state so that tourism does not suffer? These are millions peoples life at stake. At a time when science has advance so much why can't we find a vaccine, or at least some medicine to suppress the after-effects. As the horrible the disease that should not be named spreads to south and north, I can just ponder about my Grandpa's words- "There's nothing to do. This is a curse."
For the past few months I'd heard about increase in fever cases in those areas. Along the way, the news that everyone in both my parents' homes had got the disease passed over my head without much notice. The sight that welcomed me not only shocked me, but saddened me a lot.
The gravity of the situation cannot be fully understood through my simple blog. I'll try to express in few words what I understood of a disease the government refuses to call chikungunya. From now on, let me call it 'the disease that should not be named'. First of all, there is no doubt that it is an endemic. More than 90% of all households in that area have already got 'the disease that should not be named'. It affects everyone, but the after-effects show a different pattern according to age. The young have fever for few days and usually don't have much after-effects. But the elders are the ones who suffer the most. By elders, I mean a whole generation of people from ages 55 and above. The suffer from after-effects from which many never recover.
The after-effects range from neeru (don't know what it's called in English) in limbs to unbearable pain in the whole body. A sharp increase in death-rate is reported, though other causes are cited as reasons for death. Everyone of the elders have been reduced to bed-rest, though the valiant still fight it out with sticks for support. The worst affected among the community are people who do menial jobs and other works that do not have regular salary. There have been cases of many not able to get even one time meal.
What is the government doing during this time? Shutting up every news article to save the face of the state so that tourism does not suffer? These are millions peoples life at stake. At a time when science has advance so much why can't we find a vaccine, or at least some medicine to suppress the after-effects. As the horrible the disease that should not be named spreads to south and north, I can just ponder about my Grandpa's words- "There's nothing to do. This is a curse."
Sunday, 15 July 2007
Continuance
Today morning i woke up alive once again in my bed so i felt like peeing;
so i had to go to the toilet;
so i had to come out;
so i had to i had to brush my teeth ;
so i had to take my breakfast and tea;
so i had to spill it all over me ;
so i had to take a bath ;
so i had to change my clothes;
so i had to go to college;
so i had to see my friends;
so i had to go with them to the class;
so i had to feel sleepy ;
so i had to bunk;
so i had to go to Panjarakadu;
so i had to ogle into the LH;
so i had to endorse a sandal brand(on my cheeks);
so i had to go home early;
so i had to take a transport bus;
so i had to pay for the ticket ;
so i had to look for my wallet;
so i had to find it missing;
so i had to be thrown out of the bus ;
so i had to walk home ;
so i had to feel tired;
so i had to sleep till next morning;
so i had to wake up again;
so i had to find it was a holiday;
so i had to turn on my computer ;
so i had to access the web ;
so i had to blog my day;
so you had to read it...
and so you may feel like continuing the thread..................
or most probably you may feel like trashing me on to the floor (gulp!!)..........
(Life would have become totally different had it been like the Moore machine where output depends on the present state of the machine.......but rather its like the Mealy machine where output depends on input and the state of the machine....aaaagh!!! life's so boring,it sucks..... :-( )
so i had to go to the toilet;
so i had to come out;
so i had to i had to brush my teeth ;
so i had to take my breakfast and tea;
so i had to spill it all over me ;
so i had to take a bath ;
so i had to change my clothes;
so i had to go to college;
so i had to see my friends;
so i had to go with them to the class;
so i had to feel sleepy ;
so i had to bunk;
so i had to go to Panjarakadu;
so i had to ogle into the LH;
so i had to endorse a sandal brand(on my cheeks);
so i had to go home early;
so i had to take a transport bus;
so i had to pay for the ticket ;
so i had to look for my wallet;
so i had to find it missing;
so i had to be thrown out of the bus ;
so i had to walk home ;
so i had to feel tired;
so i had to sleep till next morning;
so i had to wake up again;
so i had to find it was a holiday;
so i had to turn on my computer ;
so i had to access the web ;
so i had to blog my day;
so you had to read it...
and so you may feel like continuing the thread..................
or most probably you may feel like trashing me on to the floor (gulp!!)..........
(Life would have become totally different had it been like the Moore machine where output depends on the present state of the machine.......but rather its like the Mealy machine where output depends on input and the state of the machine....aaaagh!!! life's so boring,it sucks..... :-( )
Saturday, 14 July 2007
Apparition
“Damn….why do we keep losing to those yellow @#!$%%& (*shouldn’t be used in common speech)….”, Vikas was furious, thanks to a night out to watch India battle out a defeat against the world champions.
“No use cursing them…do they ever learn? The kangaroos are relentless……”, Paras had had enough of it.
Reghu was the third of the company, he didn’t have an opinion after all he didn’t know the game well (strange… in India do we really find such people…very few, I reckon).
They were childhood friends, but Reghu was off the company for 6 years due to workly commitments of his dad.
“Aaaaah…whatever…we may have to wait until all our teeth fall off to see the back of The Aussie… ” sighed Vikas.
“Hmmm…whatever…..”
Reghu: Hmmm….I’ve been sleeping whole day…I totally forgot our plans of comb. at your house Vikas…mom woke me up just in the nick of time.
Paras: The math assignment….whoosh…we have to do it first and quick.
Vikas: Yeah!! Sure…
Reghu: Then what about the test??? Have you studied??I haven’t turned a page since the last one.
Vikas: OH!!! The test…if its like the last one then I’m sure to get my pocket money cut for this month.
Paras: The same is my situation with me too, but Reghu won’t have anything to worry of…He’s the kidu of math in our class….
Vikas: The math stud…Reghu…
Reghu: (blushing) Oh!! I’m honored…..
Paras: So he’s going to teach us the math….right…
Vikas: Righto….
Reghu: Okie boss…as you wish….
Just then a 'very good looking' girl wearing a 'good' top and a skirt brushed past the company. A cold chill went past their hearts as they held their mouths wide open in admiration.
Vikas: Wow!! !@#$(explicits deleted)
Paras: Yeah!! I wish I was @#(again explicits deleted)
Reghu was still thunderstruck as he watched in amazement the...... (damn!!! i wish i didn't edit this...reckless adolescents they are....for the last time explicits deleted)
Paras: Such a 'lady' can be unfaithful, I reckon….(very diplomatic indeed....)
Vikas: HUH!! Come on man Paras, don’t be jealous…..
Reghu echoed.
Paras: I know several of them,and I’m not jealous….
Vikas and Reghu in unison: “Hahahaa…. Nana Nana Nana….. Jealous is Paras, ha-ha, Paras is jaaalous…."
Paras: Oh!! Knock it off man…Lets hurry….Reghu must be waiting for us at your place.
Reghu shrieked: “What the hell???”
Vikas: Hmmm…oh yeah…I totally forgot….lets go…
“Hey guys!! I’m here, right before you…” he cried. But none seemed to hear. ‘Twas as if he had been completely desolated from the world. What was happening, he didn’t know.
He shouted and yelled but no use.What in the bloody hell was going on?? "Have i crossed time dimensions" (is there enough truth in sci-fi, hmmm....I wonder)
“Ring!! Ring!!!” Vikas’s mobile rang.
In short notice his face turned pale a great fright and pain came over his face.
“He’s gone…” unable to contain himself Vikas burst off into tears.
Paras stood stunned and shocked beside.
“No!!! I don’t believe this….How the …..” Reghu stammered as he turned pale and grey..
“Am I dead?? Am I not alive anymore…”
“Am I a gggh....ghost???”
He ran back to his house. And to his ultimate horror he found himself,a corpse, lying on a stretcher alongside his father,another corpse,….(They had gone shopping, but unfortunately….)
“Get up my son….Get up…” his mom’s voice rang on his ear-drums like alarm. He felt like… eh….a ghost, just a soul was he. Left to wander into realms unknown to mortal beings, to discover his new destiny.
“Get upppp….” Now the voice was getting a little annoying. He felt droplets of water on his face.
“Goddamn you….. Sleeps till noon stupid…..remember you had to go to Vikas’ place…its time boy…now get up” yelled his mom.
“Waaaaat….”at the first instant he was feeling himself.
A sigh of relief, a feel of triumph as if he had just defeated Mr.Death.
He got up and briskly left for Vikas’s residence.
(No...no....not for the chain story.....eh...will need better stuff than this for it....but can be considered.... ;-))(I've cleaned up the post ....even now if ya find anything obscenic please report..... )
:-S
Wednesday, 27 June 2007
Speed 3: Chase on Rails
Is that a bird?
Is that a plane?
Is it superman?
No it's John's Indica car
Ten mins before:
Ring..ring..ring.. He didn't move. The mobile phone lying alongside him had 4 miss calls written on it. But he didn't know - It was in silent mode. His mother woke up and answered the land-phone which was ringing. They shouted at their son.. "Nithin, wake up it's Mahesh.. something urgent". He opened his sleepy hero-eyes and walked up to the phone.
"Enthada?"
"Da this is Mahesh. I've to catch a train at 7:10. Could you please get me to the station.."
"Yeah..I'll come now"
"Please hurry" Clik. Mahesh put the phone down.
That's when John looked at the clock... 6:45 am.
'Oh my god.. It's gonna be too late. It takes atleast 45 minutes to get to the station with no traffic. But he's my friend, and the ticket is booked to Hyderabad. I should give him a chance..' John's mind started to work at a higher pace. He could drive Mahesh to a taxi stand. Maybe a mad taxi driver could save him. The idea was dropped, for one there wasn't any taxi stand nearby and the other reason being it would take much time to swap cars. So he took the responsibility upon himself to take the risk.
6:55 am:
Indica cars haven't been known to race in NASCAR. Neither does it have a history in F1. But John was behind the wheels of the fastest car in town [at least for that day]. He had his father alongside him, who had insisted on coming along. That gave the young driver both confidence and fear that his father may prevent him from speeding. Everyone who's been to his house knows that the car cannot be put into first gear before reversing it for 100 metres, a problem that also involved two sharp turns in reverse gear.
First gear.. accelerate..second..accelerate..third..accelerate... slow..bump ahead.. accelerate.. slow.. Mahesh ahead. He got in the car. Dad asked him.. "What happened"
"I woke up late..."
John tried to turn the car 360 around, but it didn't work - no power steering. Reverse gear, pull back a li'l and forward again. The mission had begun. John had always been a bad driver in NFS. But his real life driving was much better. Had this been a computer game, he would have crashed into something within seconds. He drove on.. 40 km/hr..60 km/hr.. above that, he dared not look at his speedometer.. Thankfully his dad wasn't objecting for once.
Ulloor, the bottleneck of NH-47. Governments have changed, party policies enforced encroachment drives all over the state. But national highway near Ulloor never widened more than the width of two cars. The place has history of having worst traffic jams, maybe even the first one in the state might have happened there. Even early in the morning the Indica was caught up behind a bus. Three minutes wasted. John looked at the clock in front of the car.. 7:10 am. Knowing that it was about 5 minutes ahead didn't bring any cheer. Major part of the journey was yet to come.
The next 10 minutes passed like a blur. Overtaking fast passengers, speeding vans.. the slower vehicles moved out of sight as soon as the came. The traffic lights were not in operation so early in the day, so that wasn't an obstruction. The final hurdle was to go around island in front of railway station and park in front of the entrance. Mahesh jumped out as soon as the car slowed down. John stopped the car and tossed the keys to his dad- the cars couldn't be parked in front of entrance for long. He glanced at the clock again.. 7:20.. 5 minutes late. Every hero has his day of failure. He ran inside dejectedly...
"John.. I'm here inside the train" Mahesh shouted.
John couldn't believe his eyes. Mahesh had got the train. It was on the second platform. He had crossed the rails on foot and jumped on the train. Emotions flowed..delight and relief. John walked back out of main entrance. After all this he didn't want to get caught for not having a platform ticket. That's when he noticed something on the notice-board. ' Trivandrum - Hyderabad. Train rescheduled from 5:20 to 7:30 am.' Mahesh had gotten into this wrong train? John rushed back into the station and checked the number of that train. It didn't match. He had got the right train after all. The train left at 7:20, ten minutes late... Those ten minutes felt like an eternity to them.. it was all John needed to get him there... 20 minutes for a 45 minute drive.
If it were any bollywood film, I would've been driving in F1 by now. Instead I'd to return back home, on the slow track.. It took about an hour.
Is that a plane?
Is it superman?
No it's John's Indica car
Ten mins before:
Ring..ring..ring.. He didn't move. The mobile phone lying alongside him had 4 miss calls written on it. But he didn't know - It was in silent mode. His mother woke up and answered the land-phone which was ringing. They shouted at their son.. "Nithin, wake up it's Mahesh.. something urgent". He opened his sleepy hero-eyes and walked up to the phone.
"Enthada?"
"Da this is Mahesh. I've to catch a train at 7:10. Could you please get me to the station.."
"Yeah..I'll come now"
"Please hurry" Clik. Mahesh put the phone down.
That's when John looked at the clock... 6:45 am.
'Oh my god.. It's gonna be too late. It takes atleast 45 minutes to get to the station with no traffic. But he's my friend, and the ticket is booked to Hyderabad. I should give him a chance..' John's mind started to work at a higher pace. He could drive Mahesh to a taxi stand. Maybe a mad taxi driver could save him. The idea was dropped, for one there wasn't any taxi stand nearby and the other reason being it would take much time to swap cars. So he took the responsibility upon himself to take the risk.
6:55 am:
Indica cars haven't been known to race in NASCAR. Neither does it have a history in F1. But John was behind the wheels of the fastest car in town [at least for that day]. He had his father alongside him, who had insisted on coming along. That gave the young driver both confidence and fear that his father may prevent him from speeding. Everyone who's been to his house knows that the car cannot be put into first gear before reversing it for 100 metres, a problem that also involved two sharp turns in reverse gear.
First gear.. accelerate..second..accelerate..third..accelerate... slow..bump ahead.. accelerate.. slow.. Mahesh ahead. He got in the car. Dad asked him.. "What happened"
"I woke up late..."
John tried to turn the car 360 around, but it didn't work - no power steering. Reverse gear, pull back a li'l and forward again. The mission had begun. John had always been a bad driver in NFS. But his real life driving was much better. Had this been a computer game, he would have crashed into something within seconds. He drove on.. 40 km/hr..60 km/hr.. above that, he dared not look at his speedometer.. Thankfully his dad wasn't objecting for once.
Ulloor, the bottleneck of NH-47. Governments have changed, party policies enforced encroachment drives all over the state. But national highway near Ulloor never widened more than the width of two cars. The place has history of having worst traffic jams, maybe even the first one in the state might have happened there. Even early in the morning the Indica was caught up behind a bus. Three minutes wasted. John looked at the clock in front of the car.. 7:10 am. Knowing that it was about 5 minutes ahead didn't bring any cheer. Major part of the journey was yet to come.
The next 10 minutes passed like a blur. Overtaking fast passengers, speeding vans.. the slower vehicles moved out of sight as soon as the came. The traffic lights were not in operation so early in the day, so that wasn't an obstruction. The final hurdle was to go around island in front of railway station and park in front of the entrance. Mahesh jumped out as soon as the car slowed down. John stopped the car and tossed the keys to his dad- the cars couldn't be parked in front of entrance for long. He glanced at the clock again.. 7:20.. 5 minutes late. Every hero has his day of failure. He ran inside dejectedly...
"John.. I'm here inside the train" Mahesh shouted.
John couldn't believe his eyes. Mahesh had got the train. It was on the second platform. He had crossed the rails on foot and jumped on the train. Emotions flowed..delight and relief. John walked back out of main entrance. After all this he didn't want to get caught for not having a platform ticket. That's when he noticed something on the notice-board. ' Trivandrum - Hyderabad. Train rescheduled from 5:20 to 7:30 am.' Mahesh had gotten into this wrong train? John rushed back into the station and checked the number of that train. It didn't match. He had got the right train after all. The train left at 7:20, ten minutes late... Those ten minutes felt like an eternity to them.. it was all John needed to get him there... 20 minutes for a 45 minute drive.
If it were any bollywood film, I would've been driving in F1 by now. Instead I'd to return back home, on the slow track.. It took about an hour.
Tuesday, 26 June 2007
Streetfighters
(Disclaimer:The names and dialogues are fictitious, any resemblance with anybody dead or alive is purely a coincidence.)
The land is famous, rather infamous, for its notorious custodians. Many a criminal were born and have flourished in these cursed lands. Not a man to question….
Ever since the discovery of these lands it has been occupied by the nomads; very wretched, very ugly and very very savage. No compassion;no mercy. They have remained the badly-behaved all there lives. None of the elite cared about them and never gave a f**k about these barbaric nutcases. But the land with lantern-lit streets ,wide open spaces and highly rich vegetation has always eluded the notorious from lands across the great river. Great struggles for power and the iniquities of its heirs left scars on the land never to be healed .Warriors slain grossly and the survivors left to lead a tyrannical life .
During the early decades, The Triftinserian dynasty had ruled these dreaded lands, but in a bloody coup Mridaanians, from across the great river, took over. For years now the old lords, subdued and cast-off, with great vengeance in their hearts, have been plotting conspiracies against the Mridaanian Lords. There was scent of rebellion in the air. And soon it happened.....(From the books of the ancients,at the time of the great rebellion good ole Lord Tigent Alexandrious was in charge of the Mrindaanians' army and his counterpart in the Triftinserian side was young Sergeant Micrem Julios.)
The rebellion….
Lord Tigent Alexandriuos (eyes burning with fire): How dare you enter my territory???
Sergeant Micrem Julios (determination in his shining eyes): Its time for you and your people to leave this place, you black-nosed numskull. Its time for ‘the revival’.
Tigent: Oh! You wanna be the king don't cha?? You nose-licking weirdo….
Micrem: Show me your might you saggy-eared scumbag….
Tigent: Enough is enough….Now get your ass outta here you bloody “I-don’t-respect-age” rascal…
(Alas… the cry had no ear to go into…)
ATTACK!!!!!
Tigent (screaming): Slay these morons into pieces……
Micrem (screaming back):Don’t leave any son of a b***h with their heads , even their mammas shouldn't recognize them...........
Tigent: Mrindaanians chargeeeeeeeeeeeeee……….
Micrem: Triftinserians chargeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee………..
( I donno how they managed to shout those tongue twisters... ;-) )
Soldiers lashed and slashed and gashed at each other. With great power and vigor they fought and ripped each other apart. In the end the weaker Triftinserians were defeated and its army men left dead and buried. The revolt has been suppressed and the rebel leader made to flee with a leg and the tongue separated from the main body.
Phew….This almost describes what happened in front of ma house today. The stray dogs in my area had formed a community of sorts and wouldn't tolerate any intrusion .The great river mentioned is the canal near ma house. Damn those nitwits....some bark they have, atleast a 100db loud..Huh!! my siesta and precious cyber space, both ruined.
Monday, 11 June 2007
Return of the KUE
Exam time's here, and i feel like a bride awaiting her doom in the hands of not so well to do mother-in-law (I should seriously think of cutting down on all those mallu mega-serials). Every time i reach this time, there's only one thought in my mind.. wish i had one more day. I often wonder about the futility of the whole idea called exam. Is it a measure of brain power, copying skills or still worse, our mugging up ability. Otherwise, how could i hope to pass a maths exam, i repeat maths exam by just having a look at the past question papers and examples in text (those are the ones that are repeatedly asked). I hope my outrage at this atrocity would not change kerala university's plans, coz if it does, skoo would be the only word in my dictionary for the next 14 days.
Signing off, sureshan, royson and nazarudeen.
KUE: pronounced koo-ee; acronym for Kerala University Exams
3 days later..
A NEW HOPE
How would you feel when you are sitting on the electric chair and gets news that power's gone? That's exactly what KU is doing now. We are told about an exam being postponed two days before it is supposed to happen. The news is not yet confirmed, but my brain has gone into economy drive and I'm sure that not much progress would be made in the act of deciphering what Roody and Coolen wrote. Well what more to write.. The graph of creativity of mind goes up during the study holidays (study leave in nerd language), reaches a peak right before the exams and then takes a plunge. So I've reached that rock bottom and is swimming around licking up the waste like a catfish.
The song's playin' in the background..
Sail away, It's time to leave
Rainy days, I'll hoist the kiel
Fade away, Try not calling my name
You will stay, I'll sail away...
Signing off, sureshan, royson and nazarudeen.
KUE: pronounced koo-ee; acronym for Kerala University Exams
3 days later..
A NEW HOPE
How would you feel when you are sitting on the electric chair and gets news that power's gone? That's exactly what KU is doing now. We are told about an exam being postponed two days before it is supposed to happen. The news is not yet confirmed, but my brain has gone into economy drive and I'm sure that not much progress would be made in the act of deciphering what Roody and Coolen wrote. Well what more to write.. The graph of creativity of mind goes up during the study holidays (study leave in nerd language), reaches a peak right before the exams and then takes a plunge. So I've reached that rock bottom and is swimming around licking up the waste like a catfish.
The song's playin' in the background..
Sail away, It's time to leave
Rainy days, I'll hoist the kiel
Fade away, Try not calling my name
You will stay, I'll sail away...
Friday, 8 June 2007
FORSAKEN SOUL
Chapter 1
Love at first sight.....
"Yeah!! this is love..I'm in love for sure..",i felt like screaming to this world for eternity.Hmm..may be not eternity at least for a couple of minutes.
Me,Harikrishnan P.V. ,student of class 9B,Arya Central School.I used to be a very shy and secluded and isolated kinda guy*.I used to confine myself to the four walls of the class room and never show up unless otherwise i had to pee or during the lunch break.I never felt a need to socialise or go to other classes because i had been studying in that institution for 8 years now and i knew almost everybody whether they knew me or not.(When i say everybody i mean the faculty and my batch mates not the juniors or the seniors). So one afternoon like any other noon at school i was a taking stroll,after a heavy lunch,in the park(not a park really but the ground filled with sand and such a stroll was strictly prohibited 'a damn jail...').Suddenly like a bolt of lightning a face went past me.I was good at ogling and had seen many a beautiful face,but this one was different.I felt like i could watch that face for eternity and still feel the same ole passion.(This time i really do mean eternity).
"Oh my god..",i adored her jaw-dropping beauty.And then came those starting lines.She was like an angel in school uniform(for the readers' kind info our school uniform was churidar and dupatta unlike most other schools in the city,so my fascination was pure and not prompted by my basic instincts).
Yeah..coming back to the angel part...Her eyes were sweet and was like that of a cute..eh..it was cute tats it..her lips also something like cute....and etc etc..The thing i liked the most about her was her smile,man...that killer smile.It was like it had the warmth enough to melt the ice-caps but still you would make you feel chilled from within.If i had known "I wanna go on with you.." by westlife i would have sung that all the time for her.She also had a birth mark in her..right or left arm..i don't exactly remember..
After reading this one might think i would be like love struck and be passionately hooked up with her.Yeah i was obsessed for sure but on the contrary i never thought about her(or see her) after that day(yeah.i was such a f**king jerk) not until next ear and i only knew she was a new comer.I was trying to hook up with the new kid on the block,at least for that moment of divinity i was truly in a virtual world,i was in "neverland". But I never knew this was going to be the beginning of just another heart breaking love story in god's manuscript that I would lament forever. Damn sadist he is,God.
*A little discretion i have taken to exaggerate my numb personality.
contd on : http://aeiohyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/forsaken-soul-ii.html
Monday, 28 May 2007
Just to start off...
It's raining outside and almost every other soul in hostel is fast asleep.I'd keep this entry real short(that was how I planned it to be, evidently it didn't end up so) as an announcement of my arrival ;-)
Hey and whoever came up with that name...the AEI Oh you! Nice piece man!!
Strange that vowels and 'vovvals' rhyme...indicative of the factor that how nocturnal all of us are.
Usually I make it a point to make a diary entry everyday to mourn over stuff....over stuff that you can't tell anybody. And it makes me realize how good a friend an inanimate object can be.
So I'll start off with that topic...
Hey and whoever came up with that name...the AEI Oh you! Nice piece man!!
Strange that vowels and 'vovvals' rhyme...indicative of the factor that how nocturnal all of us are.
Usually I make it a point to make a diary entry everyday to mourn over stuff....over stuff that you can't tell anybody. And it makes me realize how good a friend an inanimate object can be.
So I'll start off with that topic...
Inanimate objects as Best Friends
(Ta ta tang...just like the warner bros opening music in the movies of the 40's)
This is one...
A Superman figure, just like the all the small GI Joes we had as kids.
Now, it was given to me by a guy from third grade when I was in my third grade. That's a good 11 years ago. Why he gave it to me, I have no idea. So that's been with me for that long and still is in my shelf and I see it everyday. Tell you more about him later...cos I have a girlfriend now and everybody wants to hear about the women.
Two..
My Personal Diary...
She is new . She was born in 2007 and was made by the 'Nightingale' company. She was born as a part of my new year resolution and she is the only one that didn't get postponed to next year.
One good thing about her is that she does not have boobs and still manages to keep me attracted to her and I come back to her every night.
I don't have to lie to her.....incorrect, I CANNOT lie to her nor have I to restrain myself in any form. I can't hide my tears from her nor can I fake a laughter to her. I don't have to flirt with her to keep her interested nor I need have sex appeal. She stays close to me unless I let go off her. She wouldn't care if I have a GPA of 6.54 or 8.75. She wouldn't give a damn if earn in six figures or if I drive an Audi or even if I have only 2 inches inside my trousers!!
In short I can't help but be myself with her no matter what choice I make...because she is myself. This is what makes her special and like none other. Every time I look back to some older date in her I see more of myself, have a larger deeper interpretation of myself, have a revelation within myself. She is my ultimate mode of self expression. And I believe in self-expression more than self-discipline. She becomes the log and genuine acceptor of my deepest darkest desires and fantasies, and she understands everyone of it to the exact degree with which I felt it in my mind.
I started to write my diary intending to make it a mind chart....by a mind chart I meant a log of my instantaneous mind. As the months progressed, the more I read of Januaries and Februaries the more it seemed to me as though I was learning to find solace in myself (this poses a very serious social situation wherein you are less and less bothered about other people, because they can hurt you less and less making you largely insensitive because you always find solace in yourself)
In short she turns out to be the best thing that ever happened to me in my life. There is a major re-definition of the word 'friend' as she turns out to be the definitive that matches none in my so called 'real life'. Slowly I start to give her a form of body that is sexually(yes, in the rawest sense the word can imply) most arousing to me. I borrow eyes that I like most and always upgrade if I find better ones...and by the time it was April she had a body of her own. May is full of conversations, I discover that she loves good conversations as much as I do. She is ready to talk to me all the time and we keep on conversing, keep on conversing. I end up having imaginary(only in your terms) conversations all the time keeping me preoccupied and virtually devoid of the phenomenon called boredom. She is not an inanimate object anymore, but conveniently in mine and her world alone.
What if I could have her for real one day in all her glory? Rather than hoping to find someone like that what if I could make her up for real? In reality, real is only electrical signals interpreted by your brain. What if I could build her all up...wouldn't she be my definitive friend? Wouldn't a life's work be worth a second of existence with that perfect friend? Can I have one moment of joy where I wouldn't even be able to guess the meaning of the word insecurity, no matter how hard I tried?
This is one...
A Superman figure, just like the all the small GI Joes we had as kids.
Now, it was given to me by a guy from third grade when I was in my third grade. That's a good 11 years ago. Why he gave it to me, I have no idea. So that's been with me for that long and still is in my shelf and I see it everyday. Tell you more about him later...cos I have a girlfriend now and everybody wants to hear about the women.
Two..
My Personal Diary...
She is new . She was born in 2007 and was made by the 'Nightingale' company. She was born as a part of my new year resolution and she is the only one that didn't get postponed to next year.
One good thing about her is that she does not have boobs and still manages to keep me attracted to her and I come back to her every night.
I don't have to lie to her.....incorrect, I CANNOT lie to her nor have I to restrain myself in any form. I can't hide my tears from her nor can I fake a laughter to her. I don't have to flirt with her to keep her interested nor I need have sex appeal. She stays close to me unless I let go off her. She wouldn't care if I have a GPA of 6.54 or 8.75. She wouldn't give a damn if earn in six figures or if I drive an Audi or even if I have only 2 inches inside my trousers!!
In short I can't help but be myself with her no matter what choice I make...because she is myself. This is what makes her special and like none other. Every time I look back to some older date in her I see more of myself, have a larger deeper interpretation of myself, have a revelation within myself. She is my ultimate mode of self expression. And I believe in self-expression more than self-discipline. She becomes the log and genuine acceptor of my deepest darkest desires and fantasies, and she understands everyone of it to the exact degree with which I felt it in my mind.
I started to write my diary intending to make it a mind chart....by a mind chart I meant a log of my instantaneous mind. As the months progressed, the more I read of Januaries and Februaries the more it seemed to me as though I was learning to find solace in myself (this poses a very serious social situation wherein you are less and less bothered about other people, because they can hurt you less and less making you largely insensitive because you always find solace in yourself)
In short she turns out to be the best thing that ever happened to me in my life. There is a major re-definition of the word 'friend' as she turns out to be the definitive that matches none in my so called 'real life'. Slowly I start to give her a form of body that is sexually(yes, in the rawest sense the word can imply) most arousing to me. I borrow eyes that I like most and always upgrade if I find better ones...and by the time it was April she had a body of her own. May is full of conversations, I discover that she loves good conversations as much as I do. She is ready to talk to me all the time and we keep on conversing, keep on conversing. I end up having imaginary(only in your terms) conversations all the time keeping me preoccupied and virtually devoid of the phenomenon called boredom. She is not an inanimate object anymore, but conveniently in mine and her world alone.
What if I could have her for real one day in all her glory? Rather than hoping to find someone like that what if I could make her up for real? In reality, real is only electrical signals interpreted by your brain. What if I could build her all up...wouldn't she be my definitive friend? Wouldn't a life's work be worth a second of existence with that perfect friend? Can I have one moment of joy where I wouldn't even be able to guess the meaning of the word insecurity, no matter how hard I tried?
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