Hi .. First day of third sem .. Very vetti in college .. Now i feel i should've continued the bloody Maverick and Mildcube series a little longer .. Wasn't it fun .. I thought so ..
The prof who handles thermal engg course for us seems one hell of a bloke ! .. Not a doubt ... He's an iitm btech alumni ! .. MS from univ of NY .. Very interesting and accommodating .. Only problem is, he may be religious .. he is obviously spiritual .. Don't know what apathyists like me should do when he asks us to pray in class !
Hmmm .. I should start taking college n course work a bit seriously now .. First year was a very lazy passing .. And honestly, the weather is not too bad here .. What more i got a new dressing table at my room :D .. Mom bought it for me ..
I also think that this sem is going to be different .. In almost every way possible .. Hopefully it's fulfilling by december .. lol .. I have another forty-five minutes now .. No idea what to do .. Can't keep typing crap like this anymore .. Will blog soon !
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Maverick and Mildcube III
Hi ! .. This ll mostly be the post that ll seal the .. say .. the trilogy ..
Let's take it from where we left .. Tenth grade wasn't very memorable .. classwise or our friendship wise .. Then enter eleventh grade .. She took bio .. while i took cs .. The fun started only in twelfth standard where we discovered how good friends we could be.
While all the other girls would spend every break to study study study .. We'd stand by this old almond tree and chat the time away .. Gayu was even ready to ignore her bio teach ;) .. She ll tell u what happened .. After that that teacher HATED me .. Mrs.Bio who thought gayahtri was a genius in life sciences, thought i was ruining her student .. muhaha .. Then came the possibly most relieving ceremony in our lives .. The school farewell ... Man how happy we were .. To finally get away from this hell-hole .. fourteen years had been too much ..
Enter college .. We regularly call each other .. Talk .. Gossip .. Discuss .. Kid around .. It's been memorable and fun .. As gayathri puts it aptly .. "If a friend means something to you, you ll keep in touch .. there doesnt occur the point of missing them" ..
Maverick's post here
Let's take it from where we left .. Tenth grade wasn't very memorable .. classwise or our friendship wise .. Then enter eleventh grade .. She took bio .. while i took cs .. The fun started only in twelfth standard where we discovered how good friends we could be.
While all the other girls would spend every break to study study study .. We'd stand by this old almond tree and chat the time away .. Gayu was even ready to ignore her bio teach ;) .. She ll tell u what happened .. After that that teacher HATED me .. Mrs.Bio who thought gayahtri was a genius in life sciences, thought i was ruining her student .. muhaha .. Then came the possibly most relieving ceremony in our lives .. The school farewell ... Man how happy we were .. To finally get away from this hell-hole .. fourteen years had been too much ..
Enter college .. We regularly call each other .. Talk .. Gossip .. Discuss .. Kid around .. It's been memorable and fun .. As gayathri puts it aptly .. "If a friend means something to you, you ll keep in touch .. there doesnt occur the point of missing them" ..
Maverick's post here
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Maverick and Mildcube II
The E.T. Era, The Novel Era
Just in case you were thinking of the Extra Terrestrial - E.T. .. then you're so wrong. Because it is E.T. = English teacher .. Why ? .. continue to read .. you will know why ..
So, this was back in ninth grade when this beautiful 50ish lady happened to be our English teacher. She, to be honest was the very definition of "timeless beauty".. "Gracefully aged" .. and as you could expect, gayathri n me were really fascinated with the english language ( i read John Keats and gayathri would read anything that came her way ) and readily got fascinated by the E.T. too. The E.T. was entertaining, mysterious, annoyingly graceful. I loved the way her very short otherwise dark hair carried these very smart streaks of grey right above her forehead .. LOL .. I wonder if i could bring myself to describe any other woman this well, without a hint of jealousy.. So much so, gayathri even got a poem written on her in french by her brother !!
For we, ninth graders, the E.T. was what we wanted to be when we hit 50 .. Knowing well, that would be fantastic given are non-lean bodies ;) .. As we didn't expect, E.T. turned unfriendly soon as the year progressed. She deliberately ignored the both of us. She was so sarcastic with us to the point it seared our hearts (cmon .. some dramatization) .. Towards the end of the term, we realized, we had been fools .. When i say we had suffered at her hands, believe me, we did.
Somewhere around this time in eighth-ninth grade, very much taken by enid blyton .. mark twain .. charles dickens .. nancy drew .. hardy boys, both of us successively hit upon the idea of being a novelist. I remember how we kept thinking of western names for our characters n how anita, our friend wrote the names in a scrap of paper .. I still have the paper with me .. lol
both of us, if u remember right, wanted to write mysteries / thrillers .. My protogonist would be Ken.. Hers was Jennifer jones .. The most pathetic part is, i actually wrote one whole novel (if u can call it that .. Even my guy wouldn't read it ! ) I'm tired now .. Check gayu's post at her blog
Just in case you were thinking of the Extra Terrestrial - E.T. .. then you're so wrong. Because it is E.T. = English teacher .. Why ? .. continue to read .. you will know why ..
So, this was back in ninth grade when this beautiful 50ish lady happened to be our English teacher. She, to be honest was the very definition of "timeless beauty".. "Gracefully aged" .. and as you could expect, gayathri n me were really fascinated with the english language ( i read John Keats and gayathri would read anything that came her way ) and readily got fascinated by the E.T. too. The E.T. was entertaining, mysterious, annoyingly graceful. I loved the way her very short otherwise dark hair carried these very smart streaks of grey right above her forehead .. LOL .. I wonder if i could bring myself to describe any other woman this well, without a hint of jealousy.. So much so, gayathri even got a poem written on her in french by her brother !!
For we, ninth graders, the E.T. was what we wanted to be when we hit 50 .. Knowing well, that would be fantastic given are non-lean bodies ;) .. As we didn't expect, E.T. turned unfriendly soon as the year progressed. She deliberately ignored the both of us. She was so sarcastic with us to the point it seared our hearts (cmon .. some dramatization) .. Towards the end of the term, we realized, we had been fools .. When i say we had suffered at her hands, believe me, we did.
Somewhere around this time in eighth-ninth grade, very much taken by enid blyton .. mark twain .. charles dickens .. nancy drew .. hardy boys, both of us successively hit upon the idea of being a novelist. I remember how we kept thinking of western names for our characters n how anita, our friend wrote the names in a scrap of paper .. I still have the paper with me .. lol
both of us, if u remember right, wanted to write mysteries / thrillers .. My protogonist would be Ken.. Hers was Jennifer jones .. The most pathetic part is, i actually wrote one whole novel (if u can call it that .. Even my guy wouldn't read it ! ) I'm tired now .. Check gayu's post at her blog
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Maverick and Mildcube I
Hi .. Gayathri a.k.a. Maverick and I have been very good friends for the past years now .. We thought it might be a good idea to make a series of posts dedicated to our long and quite eventful friendship.
Both of us (as cheesy as this may sound) were classmates in kindergarten. But as four-year olds we knew little of being friends etc etc. Years passed by as Gayathri continued to dwell in some niche in my mind; now, just as a name. I'm able to recall one time in fifth grade when almost the whole class was pestering her to tell them what her mom's name was ! .. What the .. And she was refusing to utter a syllable .. I wondered why .. But bein as aloof as i used to be, i chucked the whole matter .. Then i don't remember when, but she told me her mom's name and added, "Please don't tell it to anyone." -- -- (No .. Dw .. Her mom's a normal doc .. Gayu did make a big deal then .. But if u ask her, she ll have a thorough justicfication for her .. erm .. )
My first lasting impression of Gayathri was this real Victorian snob .. lol .. Let me tell you how she helped me draw that conclusion.
One day at school during the break, in eighth grade :
Me : Hey .. You don't have a bad structure u know .. You don't wear jeans ?
Gayu : (head held high) I know what to wear and what looks good on me
My thoughts : (what the ..... )
Another day while discussing music :
ME : I loooove Ricky Martin
Gayu : I listen to ABBA. They're really good.
My thoughts : Geez .. In what times are we living ? 80's ?? .. Girl .. Do u know there;s stuff like pop ? rock ??
So, we became friends .. Friends with a lot of differences .. Check her blog for her version.
More to come .. Ciao !
Both of us (as cheesy as this may sound) were classmates in kindergarten. But as four-year olds we knew little of being friends etc etc. Years passed by as Gayathri continued to dwell in some niche in my mind; now, just as a name. I'm able to recall one time in fifth grade when almost the whole class was pestering her to tell them what her mom's name was ! .. What the .. And she was refusing to utter a syllable .. I wondered why .. But bein as aloof as i used to be, i chucked the whole matter .. Then i don't remember when, but she told me her mom's name and added, "Please don't tell it to anyone." -- -- (No .. Dw .. Her mom's a normal doc .. Gayu did make a big deal then .. But if u ask her, she ll have a thorough justicfication for her .. erm .. )
My first lasting impression of Gayathri was this real Victorian snob .. lol .. Let me tell you how she helped me draw that conclusion.
One day at school during the break, in eighth grade :
Me : Hey .. You don't have a bad structure u know .. You don't wear jeans ?
Gayu : (head held high) I know what to wear and what looks good on me
My thoughts : (what the ..... )
Another day while discussing music :
ME : I loooove Ricky Martin
Gayu : I listen to ABBA. They're really good.
My thoughts : Geez .. In what times are we living ? 80's ?? .. Girl .. Do u know there;s stuff like pop ? rock ??
So, we became friends .. Friends with a lot of differences .. Check her blog for her version.
More to come .. Ciao !
Friday, June 12, 2009
The perfect execution
I counted today .. I have exactly 7 black tees' now .. The black tee week will start anytime soon.
So .. Life .. Death .. Most of the time, i feel life is under-rated and death, over-rated. The other day, i asked a friend what she'd do if she found her boyfriend cheating on her. She quite fervently said, "I'd kill him. And i'd kill the other woman too." I asked her why she'd want to kill them to which she replied that people like them didn't deserve to live.
Right. Bad people (cheating, manipulating, scathing, scheming included.) may not deserve to live. So what do they deserve ? Is it death ? Death may be perceived as most severe of all tortures / punishments but i prefer to disagree. Which is more painful .. kicking the shins of a live person or a dead one ? Which is more damaging .. Robbing a live person's assets or a dead one's ?
I believe that suffering while still alive is far worse than dying. Seconds of intense pain in the end is shades better than years of pain. Many times, when people are hurt, they seem to resort to killing their offender, not realizing that they could be dealt with, legally and actually be able to kill the person while he is still alive.
LOL .. I sound like i'm one big scheming *i**ch, don't i ? .. Anyways, the whole point of this post is that, all of us, at any intense moment of negativity must always stay on the legal side of things.
Perfect Crime may be one which gives u minimum risk of being accused. The perfect execution, however, imo is the one where the law helps you do it.
So .. Life .. Death .. Most of the time, i feel life is under-rated and death, over-rated. The other day, i asked a friend what she'd do if she found her boyfriend cheating on her. She quite fervently said, "I'd kill him. And i'd kill the other woman too." I asked her why she'd want to kill them to which she replied that people like them didn't deserve to live.
Right. Bad people (cheating, manipulating, scathing, scheming included.) may not deserve to live. So what do they deserve ? Is it death ? Death may be perceived as most severe of all tortures / punishments but i prefer to disagree. Which is more painful .. kicking the shins of a live person or a dead one ? Which is more damaging .. Robbing a live person's assets or a dead one's ?
I believe that suffering while still alive is far worse than dying. Seconds of intense pain in the end is shades better than years of pain. Many times, when people are hurt, they seem to resort to killing their offender, not realizing that they could be dealt with, legally and actually be able to kill the person while he is still alive.
LOL .. I sound like i'm one big scheming *i**ch, don't i ? .. Anyways, the whole point of this post is that, all of us, at any intense moment of negativity must always stay on the legal side of things.
Perfect Crime may be one which gives u minimum risk of being accused. The perfect execution, however, imo is the one where the law helps you do it.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Feel like a millionaire
Feeling a little bad that i haven't blogged for sometime now :(
Last weekend, i wanted buy parmesan .. it was priced at 480 bucks for thin thin slice .. No .. I'm not that rich .. Still, i looked at the package and it was made in kodaikanal !! .. Man .. so much for some aged cheese from a hill station in a tropical, non-cheese eating country ? .. no thanks !
I've been making some really yummy non-indian dishes these hols :D
Last weekend, i wanted buy parmesan .. it was priced at 480 bucks for thin thin slice .. No .. I'm not that rich .. Still, i looked at the package and it was made in kodaikanal !! .. Man .. so much for some aged cheese from a hill station in a tropical, non-cheese eating country ? .. no thanks !
I've been making some really yummy non-indian dishes these hols :D
Thursday, June 4, 2009
What was i thinking ?
What was i thinking when i vigorously typed out my gmail password in the post title text box ? .. Have been pretty jobless these days actually .. Going to pondy this weekend .. should buy a cool bathing suit .. searching for outlets now, actually ..
omegle.com has been a spot of humour for us lately .. I'm a standardised 21 f b'lore .. msk oscillates between a 21 m india and a 19 f .. baar is 16 f nice(france) .. i forgot what gayu likes being.. lol .. Anyways all of it is a lot of fun .. You should check it out too ...
omegle.com has been a spot of humour for us lately .. I'm a standardised 21 f b'lore .. msk oscillates between a 21 m india and a 19 f .. baar is 16 f nice(france) .. i forgot what gayu likes being.. lol .. Anyways all of it is a lot of fun .. You should check it out too ...
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