BIT Mesra : Rest In Pieces

Stop being the Intellectual Whore!!

2008-05-09T19:56:00.003+05:30

Sally: We are just going to be friends, OK?
Harry: Great, friends. It's the best thing...You realize, of course, that we can never be friends.
Sally: Why not?
Harry: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape, or form - is that men and women can't be friends, because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
Harry: No, you don't.
Sally: Yes, I do.
Harry: No, you don't.
Sally: Yes, I do.
Harry: You only think you do.
Sally: You're saying I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?
Harry: No, what I'm saying is they all want to have sex with you.
Sally: They do not.
Harry: Do too.
Sally: They do not.
Harry: Do too.
Sally: How do you know?
Harry: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally: So you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive.
Harry: No, you pretty much want to nail them, too.
Sally: What if they don't want to have sex with you?
Harry: Doesn't matter, because the sex thing is already out there, so the friendship is ultimately doomed, and that is the end of the story.

When a man meets a woman, the first thing that pops into his mind, be it consciously or subconsciously, is "What are the possibilities of me having sex with this woman?"

When a woman meets a man, the first thing that pops into her mind, be it consciously or subconsciously, is "Is this guy someone I'd want to have sex with, or is he good to just be friends with?" Unlike the man, women have a "bi-ladderal" system, or two ladders. One is the Good Ladder, on which all men she would like to have sex with are on, much like the man's ladder. The other ladder is the Friends Ladder, a ranking of all the guys she knows and likes as a friend, but would never have sex with. Ever. At the bottom of and between both ladders is the abyss, which if a man tries to make a ladder jump from the Friends Ladder to the Good Ladder and fails, he will likely fall into, since once a woman has a male friend who suddenly tells her he wants her, things tend to go awry quickly and they split, or the man becomes unhappy and leaves her life, via a NEXT.

According to Ladder Theory, men are attracted to a woman 60% based on looks, 30% on how easily he sleep with her, and 10% to other factors. Likewise, women are attracted to men 50% based on the man's wealth or power status, 40% on attraction (which further breaks down into subcategories, the largest of which is looks), and 10% on other factors.

One of the major tenets of Ladder Theory is the relationship known as the Intellectual Whore/Intellectual Pimp dynamic. This can also be equated with "nice guys", and should be a common observance. A man who is too "nice" and unwilling to show his dominant, sex-hungry side, will instead approach a lady as non-chalant and unthreateningly as possible, attempting to have a friendship with her to prove that he can be trusted first. This is all done with the hidden agenda of eventually confessing his feelings to her and attempting to have sex with her. This also typically involves the man buying her gifts, giving her rides to places, voluntarily taking the short end of the stick at every occasion, and basically being a doormat, in order to prove that he is "a good guy," but generally it translates to the woman as "weak." Then when he eventually comes forward with his feelings towards her, known as a ladder jump, it typically takes the woman by surprise and she rejects his offer. It is termed a ladder jump because usually the man tries to work his way up her Friends Ladder first, and from the top of the ladder, tries to "jump" across to her Good Ladder. But as stated earlier, by this point he has likely been seen as weak and a doormat, not to mention if there was any sexual tension in their first encounter, it's likely worn off by the time the ladder jump comes around. What typically happens next is that the IW will hold on to their friendship, since it's all he has - which is settling for less in his mind - and he typically rises back up to the top of the IP's Friends Ladder, and then stays there, delusionally content, and/or waiting for his next opportunity to try another Ladder Jump.

The man, in this scenario is known as an intellectual whore, or "IW". An intellectual whore is a man who readily pays a woman with his emotional support so that he may receive physical returns, which again, is hardly ever successful.

The woman in this scenario is referred to as an intellectual pimp, but in most cases, the woman is not aware that she is the man's intellectual pimp, or "IP". This is due to the man's concealing of his true desires with her. There are cases of course, where the woman realizes exactly what's going on from the beginning, and chooses to abuse her power as an IP, and this woman is known as a ninja bitch, or "NB".

The Solution

Most IPs will spend their time talking and being friends with the IW, while he receives no physical return from her, besides perhaps being the occasional cuddle bitch, while she runs off to have her sex with an Outlaw Biker or "OB" instead, and then vent her frustrations over him to the IW. She will have sex with this OB repeatedly, and then always air her stories and frustrations over his emotional distance to the IW. The IW will typically respond with, "well he's a jerk," "you deserve someone better," and likewise supplicating statements.

Ladder Theory purports that to avoid IWism and to begin attracting women in an effective manner, one must avoid falling into the IW/IP trap by avoiding supplication, acting disinterested in women he is actually interested in, becoming an OB, or getting rich.

--Source: Ladder Wiki and a chain email amongst friends.

the return of the native

2008-04-03T01:55:00.002+05:30

We got DC++ and interhostel LAN back. in return for this:

Birla Institute of Technology, Mesra, Ranchi
Undertaking with respect to BIT Ranchi IT Usage Policy

Whom this Document Concerns:
All Users of IT infrastructure at BIT Ranchi.
Reason for Policy
This policy outlines the responsible use of the Information Technology Infrastructure at BIT Ranchi.
Statement of Policy
All users of BIT Ranchi will be subject to the following Acceptable Use Policy

1. [Content] I shall be responsible for all use of this network. In case I own a computer and decide to connect it to BIT Ranchi network, I will be responsible for all the content on it, especially that which I make available to other users. (This provision will also apply to any computer or device for which I am responsible, and is included in the meaning of "my computer".) In case I do not own a computer but am provided some IT resources by BIT Ranchi, I will be held responsible for the content stored in the designated workspace allotted to me (examples: file storage area, web pages, stored/archived emails, on Computer Centre or Department machines).
2. [Network] I will be held responsible for all the network traffic generated by "my computer". I understand that network capacity is a limited, shared resource. I agree that physically tampering with network connections/equipments, sending disruptive signals, or making EXCESSIVE USE of network resources is strictly prohibited. Repeated offenses of this type could result in permanent disconnection of network services. I shall not share the network connection beyond my own use and will not act as a forwarder/ masquerader for anyone else.
3. [Academic Use] I understand that the IT infrastructure at BIT Ranchi is for academic use and I shall not use it for any commercial purpose or to host data services for other people or groups. Also, I shall not host or broadcast information that might harm others or may be otherwise considered objectionable or illegal as per Indian law.
4. [Identity] I shall not attempt to deceive others about my identity in electronic communications or network traffic. I will also not use BIT Ranchi IT resources to threaten, intimidate, or harass others.
5. [Privacy] I will not intrude on privacy of anyone. In particular I will not try to access computers (hacking), accounts, files, or information belonging to others without their knowledge and explicit consent.
6. [Monitoring] I understand that the IT resources provided to me are subject to monitoring, with cause, as determined through consultation with the BIT Ranchi administration, when applicable. The monitoring may include aggregate bandwidth usage to effectively manage limited IT resources as well as monitoring traffic content in response to a legal or law enforcement request to do so. I authorize BIT Ranchi administration to perform network vulnerability and port scans on my systems, as needed, for protecting the overall integrity and efficiency of BIT Ranchi network.
7. [Viruses] I shall maintain my computer on this network with current virus detection software and current updates of my operating system, and I shall attempt to keep my computer free from viruses, worms, trojans, and other similar programs.
8. [File Sharing] I shall not use the IT infrastructure to engage in any form of illegal file sharing (examples: copyrighted material, obscene material).
9. [Security] I understand that I will not take any steps that endanger the security of the BIT Ranchi network. Specifically, I will not attempt to bypass firewalls and access rules in place. This includes not setting up servers of any kind (examples: web, mail, proxy, DC++ Hubs) or any other software that are visible to the world outside the BIT Ranchi campus without concern of network team. In critical situations, BIT Ranchi authorities reserve the right to disconnect any device or disable any account if it believed that either is involved in compromising the information security of BIT Ranchi.
10. [Settings] I understand that I will no change or tamper any settings for the network setup which are done by the Network team.
11. [Penalties] I understand that any use of IT infrastructure at BIT Ranchi that constitutes a violation of BIT Ranchi Regulations could result in administrative or disciplinary procedures.

r.i.p. no more

2007-09-17T22:03:00.000+05:30

resting in pieces, indeed.
that's what we seem to have been doing lately..
i'm one to speak, considering i haven't bothered picking up the pieces here for a really long time.
until now that is.
and the song seems to be pretty ominous of that very fact.
been caught up with a lot of things for a long time to think of Life @ BIT.

but it's time once again.
time to get back to THiNKing, which was lying dormant for quite sometime now.
time to get back to being a BITian.
time to get back to those halls.
and miss those classes whiling away time in the canteen
as the lioness was saying a minute ago,
only time will tell.
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Now playing:
Pink Floyd - Coming Back To Life

myDilemma

2007-09-04T17:49:00.001+05:30

We often pride ourselves on the struggles that we've faced, and hurdles which we've passed with great difficulty.. They remind us of some of our greatest triumphs and make us feel good..
It actually feeds the desire to feel good about ourselves.. always.. a constant yearning to see ourselves as a hero or an achiever..
And often, this desire leads us to take up every small difficulty that we face as a big challenge - as if there won't be a tomorrow if we fail..
True, consistent failure is never good, but then such overt exaggeration of every adverse situation, however small, has it's penalties.. most of which scar us for life..

Of late, I have faced with a dilemma.. Am I one of those unfortunate souls who takes everything as a Win-Lose situation?
My closest friend once remarked-You see cake in everything.. Very true.. I hate losing.. Everything I do, reeks of a competitive outlook - I have to win.. I can't lose..
And that has created a lot of strife in my life..

Every dealing that have with another person, I seem to be intent on taking advantage of the other person - for fear of being taken advantage of...
Have lost a lot of friends that way..
Every moment that I spend with people, I have to prove myself to be the best..
I don't care if it makes me seem immature, but the innate feeling has to be sated..

Long ago.. I'd read somewhere-Life wasn't meant to be fair..
And it hasn't been exactly the fairest.. There have been situations which I still feel should have gone my way.. And I keep dwelling on them.. Depressed..
Am I right in doing so?

There have been several opportunities that I've missed, and they've hurt me..
But then it's been those opportunities, which according to me have been snatched away from me, that hurt the most..
I still feel that I could have grabbed them, if only I'd had some time..
And I still plod on the path to snatching back that opportunity.. Is it delusion?
I don't know.. And contrary to many close people's views - I do care..

Am I right in pursuing my life in the field of computers ? - I sometimes wonder..
After all, I'm a mechanical engineer (on paper, though)..
And then again, I remember Google and those interviews.. Every moment of it is etched in my mind.. It infuses a new energy in me.. to strive for that pinnacle in the silicon world, which I've always dreamt of..

Am I right in fighting for such things?
Am I right in still hoping to repair certain damages that I've inflicted on people, even though deep down I know that the damage is irreparable?
Am I naive in believing in the old age adage of "Time heals all wounds" ?
Is it not folly to be continually hoping for my lost love to come back to me?

And am I going mad?
-ONE
...every war has it's casualties,
every victory it's price...

mLife1.3@infosys.com

2007-08-26T15:52:00.001+05:30

WHOA!

As I "graduated" from college life to corporate life, life did a complete about-face...

My mother summed it up in 1 sentence - "What I couldn't achieve in 5 years, Infy's done it in less than 5 days"

She was referring to my habit of waking through the nights, sleeping only when the wee hours of morning had approached (She doesn't know this, but most of my college life, my average sleeping time was 8 am)... And now: I wake up at 6 am!

And there's more surprise in store... When do I sleep? 10 pm... Aargh! During the initial weeks I used to feel as if ALL my freedom's been bound by this monster called "corporate" life... I was almost mouthing to myself every time I adhered to this "insane" timetable - They better pay me well for it...

As the first month of my employment draws to a close, I wonder HOW on Earth I could follow the college lifestyle...

Staying up past midnight is a nightmare - Apart from being late for work the next day, my (frail) body would have succumbed to the day's tiring schedule...
And it is beginning to feel good..
We just got a mock projet to work on, and frankly, it's pretty exciting seeing that i'm the only one in class who's accomplishing loads.. Most of the folks can't even figure out what they're supposed to do in their module... hahaha!

Sometimes I am faced with the question - Has my life taken a turn for the better or worse?
Well... true, I don't have those buddies with whom you could spend endless hours atop the hostel terrace, doing all sorts of things...
Nor do I have the luxury of bunking a couple of classes just because I feel like resting my limbs a bit more.. or play a couple more CS rounds...
But then, I'm getting paid (grin).... and that too for doing what I LOVE doing...
And then, this lifestyle has taught me discipline....
yeah you read right.. I concede defeat... ONE does need discipline in one's life sometime or the other...
and of course, you feel smarter, and feel like belonging to the elite.. heh heh.. I know it's just up in the head, but it's a good feeling nevertheless...

So long...
CS beckons.. I gotta go...
Ohh.. I forgot to tell you.. we're allowed to play CS here too... :P

-ONE
Winning isn't everything.
It's the only thing :P

Ride through BIT Mesra

2007-07-25T09:45:00.001+05:30

Nostalgic to say the least- especially on the road to Outer Canteen. This video comes up 3rd on youtube when searching for BIT Mesra.

Movie Mania (Again)

2007-07-13T18:11:00.000+05:30

Hullo ppl...
I just spent three absolutely freaking days (and nights) on campus...
No work, no respite from the rain, as well as the insects...
So, I sat down with a TROLL to watch a few movies... thought I might share my views...

Let's tackle the summer releases (sequels - all) first:
Spiderman 3
There's nothing in this movie except some spectacular stunts...
No story.. No drama.. fultoo timepass for those who have pickled their brains in a jar...

Shrek 3
I closed Windows Media Player before the 20th minute... And this, from a hardcore Shrek fan...
Somehow, no sequel should've been made after shrek 2... though those flying donk-dragons did make for a delightful sight...

Pirates of the Carribean - At World's end
WHOA!!!
Caought me by a storm.. Keira Knightly behaves every bit of her babe-without-brains part with elan.. though where exactly she looked like a babe, is a complete mystery...
And she looks to lay every second guy she meets, at least she does make a move on James Norrington, a stupid git of a Brit (come to think of it, most Brits ARE gits), Captain Jack Sparrow (this guy, having learnt his lesson, firmly pulls back and says,'Please.. Once was enough..') and strikes gold with her equally retarded mate-Orlando Bloom...
The movie is so full of double crosses, that you lose track of when which character is double crossing whom and for what reason...
sometimes you're left wondering-What the HELL is going on?
And in the end, all you remember is how Johny Depp carried off the entire movie on his own...
Truly, without him, this probably would've been worse off than Spiderman 3..
Peanuts strung all over his hair.. licking his own brain.. the Black Pearl teming with scores of Jack Sparrow(s).. trying to turn over the ship.. fainting at the sight of a crab.. phoow
The list of his antics just go on..
He's the life of the movie..
If you ain't watched this movie.. you're missing something...

The Sentinel
Another Michael Douglas flick.. typical CIA, SIS, SSA stuff.. He's framed and he comes clean at the end.. End of story.
But the movie's been shot well, drama's good, action's not overdone.. all-in-all a good experience..

Perfume-The Story of a Murderer
This one was strange..
Some poor orphan, who could detect any kind of smell, except his own... and his ambition was to create that one smell which could make the world fall at it's feet...
Apparently, every perfume is composed of 12 chords(smells).. and when a rare 13th chord is added to it, it's smell gives you a glimpse of paradise n bliss.. now, perfume makers have got those 12 chords, it's the 13th chord that's missing.. and he finally gets it right...
Very unusual story, a bit darkish, gross in parts..
Was a good watch though..

K-Pax
Another WHOA!!
This time, it's the master-Kevin Spacey-who's from outer space, travels at a speed of 6c (yeah.. that c=3,00,000 km/s).. and the whole story revolves around him.. There isn't much happening in ter,ms of a plot/storyline etc.. but the movie was a treat to watch.. simply bcoz the master was at work..

Elektra
Now, I'm not sure what EXACTLY the movie was about.. but there's loads of fighting, myth/legend.. and the babe's DAMN hot.. that makes it a must watch ;)

Stargate
Remember Klits? of the Girl-Next-Door fame?
Well.. he's our hero.. Kurt Russel's just a sidekick..
Apparently some alien landed on earth somewhere around 8000 BC, looking for a life form that could sustain it's soul, and finds the Egyptian kids to be perfect.. and leaves behind a StarGate - a pathway through which intergalactic transfers of children could be made..
So, it is the job of these Secret Service/Military (The movie never makes it clear who they are) people send a recon mission to take back any humans from the 'other' galaxy.. the movie's complete science fiction.. too far-fetched.. and there are no subtitles for the foreign language (ancient Egyptian)..
So, there you go..
If you got absolutely nothing to go with your afternoon meal, you could consider eating alone rather than watching this movie..

Catch ya guys later...
-ONE
Hold on to your dreams
Do not let them die
We are helpless without them
Birds that cannot fly

mLife 1.1

2007-06-21T01:02:00.000+05:30

Having been on campus for the last week and half..
I have been introspecting hard and long, given the enormous amounts of leisure time at hand, about what I have achieved so far in my existence..
Starting as a kid, I was innocent to a fault..
And for a surprisingly long time, till my adolescence, I remained absolutely naive about worldly matters.. believing that every human was fair, just and malice was unknown to me..

Then started the pangs of teenage, and during all of 7 years, I went through all the trials and tribulations that every teenager goes through..
Had my fair share of crushes, betrayal, rough dealings with thuggish peers, lying through your teeth..
Was academically good though.. mind you..
Two board exams with more than decent marks, and I was feeling on top of the world when I was preparing for my Engineering Entrance exams..
IIT JEE was a nightmare..
AIEEE provided some respite..
And I landed up in BIT, Mesra.

That is when it all started.
Completely carefree, this was when and where my life took a sea change..
My own funda of doing my own thing, no matter what the cost was, led to several ups and downs - some of which still continue to haunt me..
It was the present moment that mattered most to me - If I felt like doing something, I HAD to do it..
I'd not give a thought about what the consequences would be.. Was ready to accept responsibility for my own actions.
Easier said than done.
Never before had I known how tough it is to face your own actions..
Conscience was always needling you with doubts whether the path I'd chosen was good or not..
But temptation led me on my path, and I gave in to it.. completely..
The first victim were my grades.. from ok-types to absolutely average, my grades steadily declined.. but the lure of AOE and the absolute freedom of night-life kept me hooked..
By the time I'd reached 3rd year, all my principles went down down the drain...
Except for some macabre bundle of ethics that I possessed and took pride in (Which was the major factor in endearing me to a great many people, despite my eccentric and sometimes foolish behaviour) I had NOTHING left that I could take pride in as a human being.

Meantime, I re-discovered my passion for programing, and endless hours were spent in front of the computer. Armed with the conviction that talent NEVER goes unrewarded when the right amount of hard work is put in, I was foolish enough to NOT apply the same funda to my acads.
Day-by-day my grades went down, as my coding skills improved.
Home front was deteriorating, and i was getting increasingly estranged from my folks..
Entering the final year, my life looked in a mess.. and the coming placements seemed the only way to give some purpose and direction to my life.
Given my current lifestyle, I had just ONE question-"Can I do it?"

More of this later..
-ONE
Every man has but one destiny. I don't know mine :(

LOSLI : 1

2007-02-02T23:34:00.000+05:30

I believe that the most important thing in life is the journey. The one that begins at our birth and ends with our death. I believe that what we do in this small, irrelevant (only in the cosmic scheme of things way) amount of time is something that matters a lot. In totality. In every sense. To us. To our Existence.

What I'm talking about here is this: The small amount of time we spend on this planet is limited. We are born not knowing anything, with a little time to change things here & there. My point is, is it worth spending this lifetime we get, in pursuit of rather narrow, limited, conceited, self-centered goals that we fix early on in life with neither the knowledge to make the decisions nor the foresight to think about it.

Here I am right now, sitting on a bench on the railway station, for seven odd hours, stuck between changing trains. And I wonder about many things. Like the five or so hours that remains. About the aspects of life one see from the sidelines. About a sweetheart friend who has finally finished her engineering and with whom i won't be spending sinful moments gulping hot delicacies from the roadside stalls in Ranchi.

LOSLI : 0

2007-02-01T12:11:00.000+05:30

On my way back home for the winter vacations, I managed to get myself stranded for seven straight hours on THE most enthralling of all places to be: New Delhi Railway Station, Platform 1, Bench 36. After an hour or so of cursing my luck, I finally settled down to writing. What resulted is here before you now. I give you

Life or Something Like It

An agony in 17 fits

In small, easily digestible servings, which shall be henceforth referred to as LOSLI.

2007-01-20T08:12:00.001+05:30

Why THiNK………….

First think about your web-life. Has it not changed rapidly? You no longer mail friends…..you drop by scraps. Your photos are up for display to the world. You have suddenly started preferring random videos on YOUtube to chat shows with famous personalities. Where do you go looking for information, not Britannica but wikipedia. Firefox and Linux spreading like wildfire. And the biggest one of ‘em all……THE BLOG.

WHY?

Because, as Time magazine suggests, the spotlight has shifted to YOU. We don’t want to listen to the general on a news channel briefing us about the situation on the warfront when we have a soldier pouring his heart out on a blog.

We don’t want one professionally made movies anymore……some moron with a camera filming an average day in his dorm seems much more interesting.

We don’t want telephone calls or even e-mails when social networking rocks.

GLORIFYING MEDIOCRACY???

Are bloggers just a bunch of wannabe writers doling out crap about non-consequential things? Should a regular Joe be allowed to tamper with the baap of all information- the encyclopedia? What is so good about the amateurish video clips the world is going crazy about?

I SAY,NO

Because blogs, wikipedia, YOUtube and the gazillion social networks are not trampling upon the already existing ways of information interchange. They are carving a new space for themselves, an alternative. And like it or not everybody riding this wave( now officially called WEB 2.0….though nothing official about it!) is lovin’ it. We have lived linearly too long relying on a bunch of specialists to tell us what we know or do. Its time for a different perspective.

CHANGE

Maybe it’s time when the junta jumps up from the ‘ people’s poll’ corner of the newspaper and spreads to the pages.

BUT, WHY AM I WRITING THIS?

Because bitrip and now THiNK are both a part of this phenomenon. I might now recognize many of my fellow BITians on the road but I get a peek into what they think and do from their blogs. Calvin and Hobbes may tickle me a lot but it is an altogether different experience to read a comic strip about the life around me done by someone living in the adjacent hostel. A book on famous one-liners may be good but it cannot beat the nonsensicality of H4ism. News channels with hundreds of investigating teams blew up the death of a student here but Rhea’s simple observation and remembrance was closer to the truth.

So….START THiNKing but don’t forget to open the lid of your head when you do so that the world can peek in.

COME and be a part of the first THiNK forum/meeting/briefing/celebration on 24^th January……

BECAUSE it’s time ME AND YOU took over.

New Sem Begins.......................

2007-01-17T10:11:00.000+05:30

It’s the middle of a very cold January and I am finally back at BIT. Coming so late, with the college already in full blow seems weird and makes me feel left out. So The Last few days I have been trying to catch up………

I say it again; it’s very very cold, especially if you decide to jog 6 in the morning. Made my feet go blue.
The LAN (intrahostel….yuk yuk) and the internet are finally working but the speed…it’s easier and faster to go to RND, save the pages you need and come back and read them than trying your luck with the internet.
BITOTSAV is already on people’s mind and is mentioned often in passing.
People are gearing up for spring fest, KGP.
Many BITians are off to Youth Fest, Chinnai to prove their metal.
ThiNK people are doing a lot of work and there is lot of material on its blog. I even attended one of the ‘meetings’ today.
Since this is no.7 and I can’t think of anything else of consequence I pray JKR finishes off the 7^th book fast (no hic hic…..I am in my senses)

BITOTSAV………anyone in 2k6 reading this…I’d say…. PARTICIPATE. It’s the closest you will come to having a good time in BIT. Form a team, hop from one event to the other, chill at the informal ground and dance and sing into the night. I say it again, no matter who you are or what you do in some form or other PARTICIPATE. Now since my brain is numb from reading 50 articles on ThiNK and I am repeating my sentences I better stop. I leave you with a pic of what happened to me last Core Night at BITOTSAV………

THiNK - the idea

2006-12-23T21:15:00.000+05:30

A Brief History of Change

BC 65 million: An Asteroid Strikes; Wipes out Dinosaur Population, the course of evolution of Life on the Planet Changes
BC 10 million: An ape takes a small step upright; humanity takes a leap forward, the saga of anthropology Changes
BC 3200: An Egyptian develops hieroglyphic writing, the process of communication and knowledge aggregation Changes
BC 509: Roman Republic is founded, political and social setup of human civilizations Changes
AD 1: The Christ is born; A Mel Gibson gets the subject for his passion; Eras of Beliefs and Calendars Change
AD 820: An Al-Khwaizini invents Algebra; Comfort levels of Generations of High School Students to come Change
AD 1492: A Columbus discovers America, the destination of freedom and prosperity seekers for generations to come Changes
AD 1776: A James Watt invents steam engine, an Industrial Revolution Changes the scale of Human Enterprise
AD 1879: An Edison invents Incandescent Bulb Power Equation of Day & Night Changes
AD 1969: A Concorde is airborne; the relative Speed of Transatlantic sound waves Changes
AD 1991: A Manmohan Singh assumes office; a nation’s economic orientations Change
AD 2000: A Y2K bug mania bites computer Systems, the face of Indian IT Industry Changes
AD 2007: A magazine by the name of THiNK is published in BIT Mesra.

Crash! Boom! What the Hell!

Wait a second! I thought we were talking about change here?!
Yeah!

Change.

That's what THiNK is all about.
About stepping out of the cast mould. Away from the mindless rush of life to ascertain one's identity. No, THiNK is not a movement. It's just a thought. Exhorting you to THiNK.

To stay hungry. To stay foolish.

In these two lines lies the paradox of this idea.
Stay Hungry.
For more knowledge. For more of everything in life.
Stay Foolish.
Not dumb. Not arrogant. Humble. plain ol' simble you.

Like all good things under the sun, this idea was born during a time when ideally the idle mind where it sprung to life should have been doing something else. Like studying Electromagnetic Theory. or Linear Control Theory for that matter. But it was elsewhere. Musing to itself, to try and do something different. Something off the beaten path. I think the original idea came to me sometime around idle week following the mid-term papers, when we were preparing to return home and stuff our faces with good food. It went something like this:

Left> so what are we gonna do this semester?
Right> something different?

{ Note to reader:
Left and Right (L & R henceforth) can be freely interpreted as per the limits of your imagination. They are however to be both treated as mutually exclusive integral parts of the author. Suggestions include parts of:
a> the brain
b> vacuum occupying the place of the AWOL brain
c> alter egos - without the obvious political leanings of course
d-z> your imagination?
}

L> let's continue blogging.
R> Na, that was last year's idea. Something else.
L> like what?
R> how about actually writing?
L> you mean like a novel? That will take umpteenillion millennia to finish, and longer to spell-check, proof read, plus it will never be published.
R> hmmm. Point.
L> so what to we do?
R> you temme.
L> ahem. I know this may sound lame, but how about resurrecting Zog's idea?
R> which one? Starting a movie library?
L> No dude. The other one.
R> Ok. You mean setting up a propah coffee shop-cum-eating joint near the library wi-fi hotspot, right?
L> seriously! I am surprised I happen to be connected to you. I am talking about Buzz-In-Town.
R> What! Not that Gossip rag! Isn’t that the reason she buried it in the first place?
L> exactly. Let's come out with something more like, you know, my style...
R> you mean a half-baked re-incarnation of Douglas Adam's writing that no one this side of the galaxy can interpret?
L> uh.........
R> loaded with brain teasers, quizzes, useless trivia, comic strips, smart alec comments on everything under the sun and over it, et al?
L> uh.........
R> that is sure to ruffle some feathers and other appendages of most people that hear about it? That will be another time sink for you?
L> uh.........
R> Well, You are absolutely right. Sounds exactly up your alley. Let's do it. But how are you gonna mange it?
L> uh........., what?!
R> I said, how are you gonna manage it? What form will it be? What will it be called? Who’s gonna do the designing? Who will contribute to it?
L> I think I need to sit down.
R> what you need is another shot of caffeine.
L> yes that will do just fine.

Post Caffeine Ingestion

L> hmm. Name... the obvious moniker will have to serve as a placeholder till I THiNK of something better.
R> and what’s the obvious moniker called in these parts?
L> think.
R> I am.
L> no, THiNK.
R> Huh, why can’t you just say it?
L> i already told ya. T H i N K.
R> oh. Right then. What about the....
L> you know what your problem is? You never...
R> Eh? Which one?
L> What?! Now how am i supposed to know which one?
R> you should. You are the one that brought it up in the first place.
L> ya right. So why don’t you just make a proper numbered list of all of them and we could check later which one it is that we were discussing, or add it to the list if it isn’t already there.
R> ok.
L> as i was saying, your problem is...
R> but what am I gonna call it?
L> call what?
R> the list of course.
L> how about things that aren't right?
R> but that describes you doesn’t it?
L> yes, but not exclusively. Or completely.
R> ok. "Things that aren't right" it is. You were saying...
L> saying what?
R> that my problem number is...
(whispering- x being a placeholder for its number on the list you see).
L> ah yes. Since you ask, just not these down. Firstly …
R> you are dictating a list.
L> that’s right, and you are to be taking it down without interrupting me, get it?
R> ok. Go ahead, make my day
L> ya rite. Ok, where was i?
R> 3rd rock from the sun
L> i mean where as in...
R> Sector ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha
L> Jesus Christ Bananas!
R> Alright, alright. Firstly?
L> God! Yes. Firstly, you never stop
Secondly, you make hyperspace jumps at every pause for breath on part of the other person communicating with you, or trying to
Thirdly, you leave all others confused, dazed and tired from jetlag / spacelag / whateverlag, trying to keep up with you
Fourthly ... what are you doing?
R> … … …
L> hello? I’m talking to you.
R> … … …
L> will you bloody answer me?
R> No.
L? No?
R> N. O.
L> why?
R> I’m trying not to interrupt your stream of thought, seeing how hard it is for you to get into it in the first place.
L> ok. I give up. What do you say we do?
R> are you sure you can handle it?
L> ya
R> absolutely?
L> yup
R> positively?
L> yes
R> lock kiya jaaye?
L> Y.E.S. Is that clear, or you want it in writing on stamp paper, signed in triplicate, attested in duplicate and sealed by legal counsel?
R> Nah. that will do.
L> so...
R> so what?
L> WHAT DO WE DO?
R> oh that? Yes yes.
L> well?
R> ya. catch some carbon based life form, show it how hard it is living the way we do, with this endless stream of ideas and thoughts, focus on the one's about fun, food, enjoyment, college and print THiNK diagonally in bold across it.
L> and?
R> that should be enough to put things into perspective. Meanwhile we can think of more things to shock the living daylights of the poor thing. What say you?
L> Seems like a plan.

Ok.
(deep breath)

So that is something of what went on in the devil's workshop before i manage to dupe Mr. insaneunknown into listening to my latest brainstorm
(believe me; you have no idea why it is called a Brain-STORM!). He further suggested SS (Not the Schutz Staffel, in case you were wondering) & logistics undefined. I decided to call everyone to a war conference at the canteen, threw in the zog as part of a forgotten package deal and Voila! We had the editorial team of THiNK ready. That left the creative group/team/person issue dangling. At which point the lioness was lured in, putting my fears to rest (in pieces…) with sharp measured ninja chops of creativity. Whatever that means. So the next day at the canteen, i managed to dole out the stuff swimming in my mental cavity, between bites and sips of a free treat from idontknowwho. Well, that's that, and this is THiNK now.

What originated as a bored gestation of thought seems to have picked up some wind, even if it should only be from half a dozen individuals, at least it's there.

So come the Ides of March in the year of our lord 2007, THiNK shall be distributed as a PDF on orkut, Gmail and bit-mesra.ac.in (God & Pant Sir be willing).

Dear weary reader, if you have managed to reach here unscathed, drop me a line and I promise to treat you to a coffee at the canteen and a copy of THiNK.
Alternatively, you can also take your revenge by sending in your contribution to bit.think@gmail.com

Auf Wiedersehen
(Google it out if you don’t know German! that's what I did.)

And meanwhile,

THiNK
stay hungry, stay foolish.

2006-12-23T12:46:00.000+05:30

IEE : The Initial Years

The IEE club in college was one of the first that impressed me during my first semester. Briefing time is one of the few times when seniors persuade you to do something when you are still officially a bakra. All briefing were a pack of lies, except that I somehow managed to join this club.

No activity in the first year. Not heard of the office bearers till until the end of the second semester. Come suddenly a notice asking all members until third year to pay a cool 100 bucks. For what? Farewell to the outgoing members of the club. What? Are you kidding me? These politician style (well, in Jharkhand and Bihar thats quite popular and more often than not the normal way to get things done) club leaders did not care to show their shameless faces even once, and look at their audacity, they want a farewell. No money paid. Not 'invited' to the 'party'.

Second year saw some activities in the club which could very easily be passed off as a roadshow. Came in touch with some seniors; most prominently Mr. AJ and Mr. AM . AJ had the habit of stoking anyone's dislike towards AM. AM somehow did not quiet get along pretty well with me too (although I appreciate a lot of his qualities including the subtle way in which he neglects people, including me), and I found myself working only with AJ. I decided to pay for a farewell for the outgoing '99 batch seniors. It was a sham. AJ was made the president of the club, AM got the prized IEEE club.

With AJ as president, I should have expected some freaking activities within the club. I somehow did not want to have majority of his shit, AB (the next presi) was pretty good at that and I was more than happy for him to be that way. One major disaster was the Haldia trip that was organized. RK, AB and myself were the only 2k1 batch guys in that. Rest AJ and another 2k guy (imagine no final year guy came!!!), and a bunch of ignorant juniors. We traveled to Kharagpur and got off in the cold at 4 am in the morning there. Now? AJ announced, " So we shall all use the waiting room toilet". That sentence marked the beginning of the ordeal.

To the unknown, as such railways toilets suck. More so at a non-discreet place like Kharagpur ( the place of India's no.1 technical college) in a poor state like Bengal. I could barely manage my ablutions in those conditions and decided against and bath. Tea at a nearby stall came in handy. We got onto a local train at 6am to a small town called Mecheda. This is somewhere deep in Bengal in Midnapore district, apparently close to the Bangladesh border. The countryside is amazingly beautiful ( I am not amazed by the Britisher' s description of Bengal) but after years of neglect the poverty was stark. We reached Mecheda with our luggage. Where to go? " Ujjwal and AB search for some guest house". Hail Hitler. We managed a small ram-shackled guest house. I suggested we have breakfast at a dhaba. People had it. I did not even try it. AB still swears at me for that meal.
Ok. Now how do we get to Haldia. I should have guessed with AJ at the helm of affairs. Local bus. I could not believe my luck. I traveled with fish sellers and WT (without ticket) Bengalis in the local train. More was in store. We settled at the back of the bus. 18 of us. The juniors were already looking at us in despair. I felt helpless but joked around with them, AJ being the puppet of amusement.

By the time we reached Haldia ( around 120 minutes for 35 or so km), I was nauseated by the smell of humans. Got down and a whiff of fresh air. Now? What to do? Where is the petrochemical plant? Ask the locals. Ok. Now this was the best. I hung onto one of the trekkers which run with at least 5 times their capacity . I was desperately clinching onto the small iron rod at the back end of the trekker. There was some semblance of roads within the potholes, few and rare.
Reach Haldia plant. Grand. Thats the word. We were not allowed to enter as apparently AJ did not confirm the trip with the lady concerned and she had apparently gone off to Calcutta for some official work. Superb. I thought now I had an excuse to beat this guy up. After 90 minutes at the gate in the heat, it was already 2 pm. AJ begged like anything to the authorities fearing a bash up. The authorities relented after they saw our hopeless faces; hungry, thirsty, tired and with luggage. They took us on a bus ride around the campus, gave us a 15 minute hushed up information presentation and served us tea and Marie biscuits. Heavens!! That was one of the meals I thanked God for. Tea was like amrit at that time.

We walked back 2 kms to the highway. Juniors were pretty angry. Completed the 2 hour journey to Mecheda standing in a local bus. I told AB that I wanted my money back and that AJ should not make profit out of this. I got down at Mecheda. Bought tickets to Calcutta for the 18 of us on a local train again.
As I saw Howrah bridge, I thought it was over. I walked across from the station, crossed the bridge on foot with luggage due to traffic. Finally we caught a bus from Bara Bazaar. 2 kms.
When we reached back to BIT after the Pujas, there was a rebellion within IEE. RK and I had messed up our chances for some decent position within the club. I did not go for any activity of the club in Bitotsav, mainly because I participated in it as one of the BABAz.

Finally, the day came. AJ was to go. He was to announce AB as the next president; fair enough. I relented to be present at such a ceremony at first, but then went along anyways. I was to be made some secretary. I kicked AJ that day and on the day of the farewell. It was pretty satisfying.
When AB and I walked out of the gathering at the end of the ceremony as the Chairman and the Vice Chairman, we kept quiet. The shuffle in posts and fortunes and the embedded trust within the silence of our walk changed the face of IEE in the coming year. IEE was never the same again from that day.
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ps: This article is old was written just between the period I graduated from BIT and was about to leave for higher studies. The club has been renamed as IET now. Names have been abbreviated to preserve confidentiality of the people involved.

NJoy RASHly………..

2006-12-08T11:21:00.000+05:30

Legend has it that once upon a time there lived a master craftsman who crafted out a Gurukul for young boys and girls out of 780 acres of dense forest. Unfortunately, he had to leave before his dream was completely realized. Hence, to assist his successors he left behind a board saying “site for swimming pool”. But his successors were oppressive, orthodox demons who chose to ignore it and spread their reign of terror over the Gurukul.
The sands of time dimmed the “writing on the board”. Occasionally some students would notice it and sigh! However one day in a train chugging away from the Gurukul to Bong-land two ladies, who happened to be under instruction there, brought up the topic. One was drunk in the anticipation of getting drunk and the other was perennially drunk. But it was in this moment of disillusionment that they saw clear light. “We must complete the task and relieve our brethren of the bane of boredom and joblessness”……..hence NJoy RASHly was born……
NJoy RASHly is an underground club in the Gurukul. The sign said “site for swimming pool” but Robert Langdon taught us to dig deep (and we did…..literally!!!). It is built in five levels. The first is a bookstore called ‘Biblioklept’. You can find everything here….from second hand text books (no need to say Jai Bajrangi one week before the exams now) to Penthouse. But this is only for deception lest some unsuspecting professor or student stumbles upon it.
The second level is a lodge. This has been built keeping in mind the needs of the fairer sex who have been meted out a not- so-fair deal we all call “in-time”. This provides them shelter so that they too can NJoy the nightlife the club has to offer.
The third level is for the boys to park/hide their beloved possessions i.e bikes. This is the level that is connected by underground tunnels to all the hostels, for easy to and fro movement.
ENTER—level 4----our best offering….the bar, restaurant and disc all rolled in one….where you can NJoy RASHly. Food, drink and ‘accompaniments’ from far and wide…..such that you will never feel like going back……
Level 5 is a tribute to the master who showed the way….it houses an underground swimming pool connected to Subarnarekha…..just in case you want to get a breath of fresh air.

I have told you the tale and showed you the dream…but I can do only so much. You must look for hints hidden near the ‘board’.You must find the path yourself……. only then will the wine on the fourth level taste sweet.

Blogging in the finite universe

2006-11-30T12:17:00.001+05:30

Wacky. Weird. Cool. Smart.
All these and many more words pop in and out of your head. Actually, they just flutter through it. This happens when you happen to think of the person I am talking about here. All this and much more is subject to you having actually having crossed paths with the very person in question.

A seemingly simple gentleman. Goes by the name of Ravi Handa. I know him from a few quizzes I met him at. In Calcutta (Yes, I still spell it the old way!), and my college.

Seemed to be a guy who was a veritable source of gyaan on movies, books, music and other forms of intellectual activity that piques the curiosity on engineers-to-be in colleges when they are not busy mugging up for their exams the next day. I’ll skip going into the finer details of what really interests this unique species- engineers-to-be-during-exam-prep-leave. (I speak only for the males, since females are, well exactly that.)
Coming back to the thing I shot off at a tangent from, this frood, is like a real cheer-upper for lost causes. Let’s just examine his case.

Guy Studies (Assumption).
Gives IIT-JEE (Fact).
Lands a seat in IIT-KGP(Kharagpur, the oldest one) (Fact)
Gets a dual-degree course in Computer Science (Assumption)
Spends 5 years on the way to the graduation ceremony.
Decides against treading the beaten path
Takes an extra year at it.
Gets a job offer from some SW company
Gives a few choice Entrance tests for business schools, in hope of pursuing an MBA
Misses the IIM’s, get’s XLRI
Decides to take a sabbatical from whatever he was doing
Tells SW company & XLRI where they can take their respective offers
Joins IMS to teach Gyaan to mortals (spelt CAT aspirants)
Gives the CAT again, since this was actually why he took this path
Now, with CAT over & major load dispelled, goes back to musings on Life, The Universe and Everything.
Calls me up n has a nice chat about the weather on his planet
Discusses his plans of contemplating about not accepting the likely IIM offer that maybe headed his way soon
Causes me to ruminate on all this for the next 3.326 minutes and end up writing this piece

There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind.

Never you mind. What just suggested itself to me a few hours ago, was that the fact the people read your blog, and make you think that Hey, someone is finally hearing my point-of-view. And that is exactly causes you poor ‘lil point-of-view to keel over and die a silent, painful, excruciatingly slow death. Sorry for that. The writer ends up feeling, hmmm, what will XYZ think of this when they read it? And so starts the infinite self-destructive loop that trims away whatever worthless thoughts you had starting expressing in the first place. I mean, really, c’mon, what the hell? When you start and no-one visits your blog, you mope that you ain’t getting any hits on the site. And when the stat counter starts chasing it’s tail, ever so slowly, though it might be, you end up moping about the repercussions of your mopings on the net.

Like in case of the frood mentioned above, he simply stopped blogging since most of his students read it and tell him about it too. So, it’s a constant nag, like, what might this be understood as, so on and so forth… the very reason blogging is so much fun is killed if your real-life self becomes responsible for the meanderings of your web-presence.
My way out of this mess is a quote from Ford Prefect, a cool frood from The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (which makes a whole lot more sense than logic mostly).
It mostly says it all.

"My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre," he muttered to himself, "and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes."

Time for me to get back to being actively irresponsible and shut my brain off, so as to study for my papers tomorrow.meanwhile, i give you my mantra on how to tackle the papers and other tasks you face in life with no clue as to how to go about them :

Don't Panic

One Year

2006-11-24T21:45:00.000+05:30

Here's to an year of blogging.

Of listening to The Pink Floyd Sound, The Who & The Doors, day-in and day-out, minus the Mary Janes, and wondering about life the universe and everything.

Of learning more about the inner workings of my brain. and realising how utterly pointless the task is. Of enjoying every moment life throws at me. no matter what shade of grey it might be.
I had thought of doing something to mark this anniversary that is typical nikhil kumar verma. different. So, here i am typing from a moving car , actually a trekker, on my way to a splendid buffet breakfast that awaits me at Capitol Hill, one of the better places in the town to eat and make merry. and to consider that in 4 days my end term papers start. and i have to start preparing for those papers.

However, this time around, i know something. that it's gonna work out just fine. some how. i am clueless as to the exact path that i am gona take to leave this place, my alma mater, that has taught me so much. to live. to love. to fail. to getup and face the new day. not from a hope of seeing the greener grass on the other side. no. just cause it's worth it.

When i initially started bloggin, it was more of a fad than a passion. people i knew and respected blogged to express themselves. So i tried too. to see what my POV looks like once its outta my head and in front of my eyes.

Honestly, it was pathetic. I sucked at expressing myself. but, hey i was enjoying myself, and that was what all this was about. my niche. where it was my word against the world's. and my rules. na, not really, it was more of a deluded rambling. a outpouring of random flashes from my brain. reducing the digital divide between me and the rest of humanity. but seriously, who gives a fig about that.

I dont count my self as one of the bloggers i would read. really. i have come across blogs and people who really have the gift of communicating. of letting ideas and opinions flow through words. it really is a beautiful feeling. to learn something about the world from a totally different perspective. The world as i know it. from behind a stranger's eyes. Living someone's else life through their words even though you know nothing about the person. but hey, isnt that what the information age is supposed to be? bring the world and it's people closer. Freeing your mind.
what started as a half witted idea of two morons ruminating over fingerchips and a glass of special coffee on a cold november night an year ago has evolved into something much bigger than just a bulletin board for thoughts and views on life in BIT..

I cant say what it will become or how long it will be around, but here's to BITRIP, an year old and still kicking.
Cheers.

About Time

2006-11-23T19:24:00.000+05:30

Well
just heard this from some junior.
BIT is finally showing the answer sheets of the mid-term papers to the students.
Not something to be glad of for all of us, but a giant step forward from wondering about the laws governing mark distribution in the papers.

now this has only been done for 2k6, so atleast the rest of still live in doubt / hope / mystery.
Along with the new colour laminated ID cards they have been issued, the new syllabus structure
( 5 marks for attendance and 10 for project , out of the total 100), there are definitely a lot of positive changes coming around at BIT Mesra.
Let's just hope we get LAN and internet access from the comfort of our rooms in the next semester too.

gotta go study now.
ciao

Mess Food Survival

2006-11-08T10:53:00.000+05:30

Are you an incurable epicure stuck in BIT? Did you know that the gooey mess food does to your elementary canal what a fag does to your lungs?? How often can you eat in the canteen, you rich brat??? How long does the home achaar and tit-bits last ???Its time to take control

Here is a quickie you can make and survive the BIT food

LEMON-CHILI PICKLE

> Steal good quantities of lemon, chilies, salt, red chili powder and some black pepper if you can manage it.
> Take the old achaar jar that your mom had given you (clean it if you have the enthu) and put in the lemon pieces wrapped in salt, green chili pieces, red chili powder and pepper.
>Keep this in the sun for at least five days.

Note- don’t be judicious with the quantity of ingredients…its all from your mess bill.

Now this is not particularly tasty but what it does is numbs your mouth so you don’t actually mind the food that much.It’s worth a try…for free sample all you need to do is ask me.

:-)

SUJI.......the fish

2006-11-08T10:51:00.000+05:30

Its gender is not externally perceptible so I cannot say if mademoiselle is a mademoiselle or if monsieur is a monsieur so lets just be politically incorrect and call it ‘it’.
It happens to be a new fish I kept…..and it is fondly called Suji because it only eats suji. With a more generous provider it could have had colourful fish food and have an even sillier name.
Suji moved into my room two weeks back and now lives in its goldfish bowl. No, Suji is not a goldfish but hails from the Subarnrekha. It is not a NRI but a localite.
One day a bong friend of mine came in an observed it for a long time and then said thoughtfully, “You know, this fish would be perfect for fillets”. These bongs are crazy…. crazy about fish.
Initially Suji hated me and I considered a forced responsibility but now our attitudes have softened up a bit. Suji swims happily in the bowl and I put in my hand and play with it sometimes (thankfully its not a Piranha).
So go ahead keep a pet…..be it a rabbit you steal from the Pharmacy dept. or a dog you pick up from the road…….it’s an experience worth having…….

THiNK folks, THiNK!

2006-10-27T23:05:00.000+05:30

THiNK ,
for your thoughts are integral to your life
THiNK,
to splash your ideas , in the pool you dive
THiNK,
coz after you are gone only your thoughts survive
THiNK,
coz for every beginning, there's an end to arrive !!

THiNK,
to break free from the monotone of every seconds blink,
THiNK,
do not let the ship of your convictions sink,
THiNK,
to unleash the colors of life , from blue to pink,
THiNK,
only what you believe in, not what others about you THiNK!

THiNK,
coz you hold the bridle to making others THiNK,
THiNK,
to resurrect those who've forgotten how to THiNK,
THiNK,
coz to make a chain, we need every link
THiNK,
be a sport, pick up your pens and drop in something , definitely in ink!

THiNK folks, THiNK!

T H i N K - The Orkut Post

2006-10-26T00:11:00.000+05:30

Hello People.
Im Nikhil, currently at BIT Mesra,
and I'm launching a magazine called T H i N K (an e-mag).
I am asking for contributions from all, students and alumni alike, and request you to send in all sorts of contributions as articles,stories,humour, POV's (Point's Of View), etc...

More news can be obtained on this project from my blog on the college :
BIT Mesra - Rest In Pieces ( http://bitrip.blogspot.com )

Awaiting your response.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
--
Nikhil Kumar Verma
T H i N K
Cogito Ergo Sum

Canteen Rush

2006-10-12T13:49:00.000+05:30

well what do you know? for the first time since the 2k batch passed
out of the college, the canteen is packed. to the limit.. and with a
Crowd. wow. ok, so i am completely jobless, being in ECE and still
hanging around in the canteen for four hours now. but seriously, for
the first time in the last three years, it feels like a college
canteen during college hours.really weird. had almost given up on this
place. maybe there still is some hope. Ciao. food is here.

--
Nikhil Kumar Verma
T H i N K
Cogito Ergo Sum

Holiday post +

2006-10-04T15:13:00.000+05:30

Disclaimer- The reader of this blog is advised not to hold the authors
responsible for absolutely any event that may arise as a result of
having read this blog and getting inspired from it. Sure you are
welcome to do so, but we ain't responsible. You are. And this has
nothing to do with the frustration of being limited to a max input of
838 chars per post by this imbecile mobile.Nevermind.
That is the reason this post is a continuation of the prev one. So,
what else does one write about while trapped in a clinic to have your
eyes checked when you are sure there is nothing wrong with them? I
have finished memorizing all the charts on the walls and have on
interest in the refractive index of the aqueous humour. Hmmm... Now
what? Let's see. The topic i was last scrapped about. What else?
books! The strictly non-syllabus kind.

Holiday Post

2006-10-04T14:43:00.000+05:30

Ok people. We finally have the Lioness fulfilling her promise of
giving us ignoramuses a glimpse of life after 6 on the far side of the
G.H. gate. As expected, the girls have turned out to be specimens of
our species that remain beyond our wildest comprehension. So, how's it
going? mLin, control the excitement, or else you may forget how to be
ONE with your true spirit. Answering our dear old pal's comment (spelt
U J Z ), yessir, the undergrad studies here suck compared to
Yankeeland, but its the same education that got you there. Well
atleast it's one of all those factors. We got it, Let's get on with
it, ok? One more thing, if you don't like the indentation or the
language here, sorry buddy. Tough luck. There is a disclaimer i wanted
to put up here a long time ago, and this seems as good a time as any
other,

--
Nikhil Kumar Verma
T H i N K
Cogito Ergo Sum