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Re-solution

Ho ho ho...


Its that time of the year when people tend to look back on the year that was and plan ahead. Just as the Christmas holidays kick in and the party spirit takes over, is when everyone tend to do some heady introspection on the year that was and of course, make resolutions for the coming year. I for one, haven’t been a very big fan of this whole procedure…I’d rather ring in the New Year on a happy note and try to put any regretful act(s) behind…


As far as resolutions go, well I’ve given up on them. Ever since I’ve been, like nine (that’s probably when I learnt the meaning of the word ‘resolution’), I’ve tried my luck with resolutions, with little effect, every year - learn the bicycle, buy a new racket, don’t fight with sisters, manage acads and co-curriculars, keep a personal diary, learn a somersault, finish War and Peace, etc., etc., etc. Well, to put it succinctly, they didn’t go very well. Not at all.


But I’m darn sure I’m not the only one out there with failed New Year res…

Checklist

Continuing in my new-found foreign language...excuse all errors - syntactic and semantic. Kindly adjust. :PTake mandatory non-engineering exams - check.Get thulped in said exam - check.Crib about no LAN in mega block and mess food - check and Duh! check.Clubs, committees, et cetera - check, check...and check.See some of the best music, theatre and dance performances - check.ENGINEER - check. :)Projects - check.Get a job - check. Get GPL for said job - check, thrice (grrrr...)!Get offer letter, freak out neurotic friend - check. :P Job treat - check (burrp!), thanks to bhatTI. :DSunfeast Pasta Treat in the room - check.Deliver GPL to 18 guys in one night (and be one of the 18)- check.Manage to sit glued to chair during DIP endsem for more than 2hrs - checkUpdate blog - check.
To do: Get an awesome cameraSTUDY! for endsems!Till next time...

Phoren hand

Officially done treating English as a ‘foreign language’. So let me put my knowledge of this new exotic language to some use. The language is still very ‘foreign’ to me, so I haven’t really gone beyond bullet points since ‘bullet points are what are mainly used by teachers during lectures in an “academic environment”!!!’
•First Diwali in NITK – awesome! There’re a lot of things we miss by scampering home every festival. This is the ONLY time I’ve wished I weren’t a Bangy. •Q. Connect - Muffins, samosas, pastries, glucose biscuits, repeated power failure, Domino’s Pizza, cardboard cartons, sleep (well, almost...almost! ), Suhas’ jinx A – Events during my TOEFL •Garnered Diwali foodie-goodies from home! :D •I can finally get back to engineering, and what better a way to do that than ENGINEER Golden Jubilee Edition? Think. Create. You’ll know what to do next. •Festive spirit aside, I’m still remorseful about one thing...
Anyway Happy Deepavali all :)

God's Own Backwaters

Yeah yeah...I know its been a long time since I posted. I'm so lazy and easily bored that even ranting about it online has become boring. So much for a positive outlook! Anyway I've been wanting to write about this for quite a while now. The draft was ready months ago...just that I was too lazy to click 'Publish'.
Before final year exclusives like block parties and job treats could take over, it was our first weekend as a final year(which, I still feel, sucks!). Three of us were stuffed in one 7th Block room a la 2nd year which we couldn't take anymore. But the BIG positive was that there was LAN so we grabbed up every download slot that we could. Maadu and I were somehow more keen on getting off our asses than download movies and sitcoms. After convincing everyone else(except Chakki of course!), we decided on a one-day trip. My affair with Kerala was far from over...
Ashes(reporting for NGC!), .com, KK, Suri, Shanky, Maadu, Kini and yours truly set off from college …

God's Own Convention - Days 3 and 4

First things first...FINAL YEAR!!! :D


This post shall have my experiences of both Day 3 and Day 4 of the convention, whose first two days have been extensively documented (In other words, please read the 2 posts that precede this one :P). My insuperable indolence has prevented me from documenting the two days separately...due apologies for that. So let's track back to the 26th and 27th of May...


The Yoga session in the wee hours of the morning went well with 12 rounds of Suryanamaskaara among other postures and asanas. Bodily ablutions (in the girls' bathroom) on both days were duly followed by queer dishes for breakfast and copious amounts of warm 'traditional Kerala herbs' water.


Talk by Aruna Roy - Social Worker

Yeah...this one was a first too. Never before had I heard a woman her age so shrill and full of zest. Although she has done commendable work for the cause of RTI and NREGS, she had me go a little ballistic over her pro-Congress and anti-BJP remarks. And she did…

God's Own Convention - Day 2

Apologies for the prolonged slumber. So where was I? Yes...

We awoke at 4.45AM. Yes, I woke up at 4.45...to do Yoga! The lengthy yoga session was in a way refreshing. So was the sight of MadSense dozing off during Shavaasana. Breakfast was followed by a talk on Kerala's folk culture by one Kavalam Narayana, which was both informative and I must admit, pretty monotonous. The talk on folk culture was fittingly followed up by a Kerala folk dancecalled Ottanthullal, which was rather enjoyable and to me seemed like a poor man's Kathakali.





There was also a rather queer acrobatic Tamil folk dance form called Karagattam at the end of which I was both in awe and in splits. Karagattam was followed by the seemingly never-ending Prahlad Natak which I must admit I didn't particularly enjoy very much.

What I liked a lot in the convention, and what made this a convention and not a concert series, were the intensives. These intensives were 5-day 'learning' which were conducted for us…

God's Own Convention - Day 1

Statutory warning - Long post ahead.
This post and the ones that follow are about the SPICMACAY Annual National Convention 2009 at Trivandrum and my experiences there as a delegate. No this is not the formal report. I'm basically taking off where Suhas had left last year although I must admit - no one, yes, NO ONE can come even light years close to doing (and seeing) the things he did (and saw) at Kohima last year and still come back unscathed. If you still are a disbeliever in the inscrutability of the human race and the sheer awesome-ness in the disparity in Nature's creation, we proudly give to you the travails of Suhas in Nagaland as penned by the Man himself.


The journey
On the night of 22nd June, The Suhas, L(owe)kshmisha aka Tiger Baby, Yahoo! MadSense (minus Google BAdSense, for now), Sri Sri Praveen, Ashaji, Mahima Akka, Shiney, Harshal, Shaz and I set off from Bangalore. Tennis Ajji and Aane had left from Mysore. Poonam and Pratheeksha were to join us in Mangalore. So t…

Life's good!

Aahhh...holidays! The first few weeks are easily the best. :)

More so if you've just entered the hallowed 'final year'. The last few days at the hostel are spent frantically downloading movies and burning dvds, even amidst exams. With every passing day, trips to the mess become less frequent, partly because of the changed body routine; also the prospect of home food makes the mess food that much more inedible. And the 'Onji Vada Pao, onji fried rice and onji lime' at the Night Canteen provide the necessary sustenance. After those rather forgettable 2-3 weeks, holidays ahoy!!!

The first few holidays are just as how you wanted them to be. Haven't started with the intern yet; no mood to read anything, not even RD, so there's ALL the time in the world to laze away. So you settle on your bean bag with the laptop on your lap and stock up some foodstuff around, never to get your ass off it unless bowel movements force you to do otherwise. Movies, mobile, iPod, YouTu…

City Lights

He hated the city and everything about it – the people, the endless expanse of grey concrete, the blinding lights, the blaring horns...All of nine, he never understood why people, like his father, had moved from the quaint villages to the bustling city. There was so much grey and so less green. He had to walk to the park 2 blocks away just to play ball. They had just moved in a couple of weeks ago, and he had had more than his fair share of unfriendly experiences. He, who had scaled the tallest trees in his backyard, had to be content with climbing the stairs here. There was no neighbourhood tea stall where one could find the elders of the town hotly debating the Indian team’s decision to field first in the ongoing test match and half-naked urchins who had viewed television maybe a dozen times or lesser listening keenly. There were coffee shops and supermarkets and restaurants everywhere. The tongues were unusually harsh and the mouths so much louder; everyday business was marred with…

Of Spesals and Defrows...

Despite the absence of malls, multiplexes, cafes, or the general lack of hangouts in any sense, one thing I do like about Mangalore is its ice-cream parlours. It is almost customary for all of us here to make a quick stopover at these parlours everytime we go to Mangalore. Surathkal, too, has its fair share of ice-cream parlours, one of which is called Melting Point. True to its name, the desserts served in this 'sweety' place are rarely in the solid state. Barring the eerie 'interiors' (mirrors all around!) and the cramped furniture, the ice-creams are pretty delectable. But what really makes this nondescript, run-of-the-mill ice-cream parlour worth a visit is its menu card. See it for yourself, I'm sure you'd want to go there! :)

Does anyone have any idea what ANY these are??? Parji, Hamderi Defrow (???!!!), Pantest, Parji, Sheck, Shek, Parchi ???

Blow Daddy - The other side

With tensions rising between India and Pakistan, sense hitting rock-bottom among the Pak top brass and India trying every diplomatic trick in the box to get Islamabad to act, I cannot but wonder what it might be like on the other side of the Radcliffe Line. Here's probably what might be happening in a typical Pakistan home...
Note: This is not a strictly original post; it is inspired from an aricle by Nadeem Paracha, a highly controversial Pak journalist. Hence any resemblance whatsoever to any person or character, living or dead, is not unintentional and not regretted.


Daddy?

Yes, son.

Are we going to have a war with India?

Perhaps.

Oh, goody. We will thrash them, right? Like we did in 1857!

It wasn’t in 1857, son.

Oh, okay. But whom did we thrash in 1857?

The British, son…

And the Hindus too, right?

Well…not really...

Did Quaid-i-Azam fight in that war along with Muhammad bin Qasim and Imran Khan?

No, son. The Quaid and Imran were born much later and Muhammad bin Qasim died many years befo…