Time-out for now.

Things happen too soon , too fast. It seems like God was in a big hurry to wrap this episode up. As it is we are a part of a giant endless sitcom directed by God Dearest. Just for laughs he makes us go through a rough patch and u can hear his laughter boom when you are down in the pits , all alone n miserable.
Right now, its just fatigue and over exhaustion. Being so lost, all the time is not good. There's this frenzy of thoughts in my head but they refuse to take form in words. Pointlessness has become the point of the matter. Meaninglessness provides meaning to this sad existence of ours when there's nothing that you can do except for playing through automated phases of life like androids. You work and think its worth something, something to keep you going. What do you take back- hours of you planning and organising and blah blah crap rather than hours spent doing nothing but having fun with friends??? Could it be because you have no 'friends' as such now? How far do you keep yourself and alienate yourself from your people who you know and who know you?
You keep looking for the light at the end of the tunnel. You reach the end and realise there's no opening at that end- it was god again playing jester shining a torch from the other end. You ultimately have to go back to those you left behind. And what if those you left behind are not there anymore? ( This is God's idea of character building learnt from bollywood)
There's this period in my life which seems to have been erased from my memory.. A gap i cant seem to fill.I cant recall where i was. Or mayb i can, except that it seems to be a movie running backwards too fast. It seems like sometime back i came back from home, then things started running through my hands. Elims n elims- this time on the other side, holding them for others Manzar International Debate, and some more debates. Then more elims- this time being the victim, going through an awful lot(Nirvikalpa- Marketing Assignment included selling Kabaddi to teh ultrarich and stress interview had me mono acting, dancing and telling a blonde joke). Then it was Christ College, Bangalore(Awesome experience to be recounted later in happy-er times) then back to Pune and Illuminare(critical analysis to be submitted at a later date), still so much work to do.. The day i decide to attend lectures, i come to know college is officially over and there are no more lectures being conducted, officially of course.
One of these professors couldnt help smiling at me when he saw me for the first time in his class. He was really nice to accept my Management Accounts assignments later(MA-in which im pitiable n the assignemnt in question was in the process of being copied when i had this urge and working net connection to compel me to leave it). Others havnt been that nice, so i've had to beg and plead them for extensions. Damned people do not understand that it is humanly not possible to sit in class and study and organise inter collegiate fests from withing the class!! MCQs comin up and im sure i'll b resorting to inky-pinky-ponky-father-had-a-donkey routine to get through them.
And then there's the best of all-Placement Cell ( an assortment of jesters selected through a stupid process from the college to help other clowns get placed in ''good companies'') My holidays are being cut short owing to placement cell work :(. Its so not Funny- I am Missing Home!!!!
I feel like i've forgotten something over here. Somewhere i seem to have lost track about what i was supposed to be blogging. Its ok, memory, time, availability of net and my laziness permitting i'll blog sometime soon about what i really wanted to blog.

Stupid Thought That Went Through My Brain Cells and Surpirsed the Shit Out of ME-
Can you let the light of stars lead you? or Do you have to fight the fates written by those stars??

Meaninglessnes-

Something's so horribly missing..
its just this gaping void.. you cant seem to fill it, whatever you do..
i am as clueless about whats missing as i am about what i seek to fill that gap with...

Writer's Block keeps visiting again and again.. Its as if he's this dreaded ghost you wish stopped haunting you.. this unwanted guest who keeps knocking at every oppurtunity, you dont want to let him in, yet he forces himself in, stays for dinner without invitation and refuses to go... He doesnt just stem your creativity, he simply destroys your ability to write and express. Lethargy/boredom/pervasive pointlessness/habitual hyperactivity etcetra are some of its other names..

There's this surge of emotions- chaotic, distorted, formless and heavy- just no outlet to let go of them. Too many things locked up inside, so many irrelevant things released but..

Sharing secret joys and grief doesnt help.
it doesnt drive away guilt and loneliness.
it doesnt make you feel any lighter, any less troubled.
its just those things you let on when you cant take them anymore, but it doesnt help.
because you know saying things out aloud doesnt necessarily help matters ease, because you are not doing that to find solutions or attempting assauge a messy state of mind.

My horoscope for today says: "Nevertheless, your happiness may depend on your ability to let go of the paNevertheless, your happiness may depend on your ability to let go of the past."
But what do i let go of??
i almost feel i dont have any claims over these memories.. theres nothing i own to let go of...
i am happy, i think. but i feel i am not..
maybe feelings are not such a good thing at all.. how can they be? if their sole purpose is to create conflicts in your mind for which you dont have time and any space...

its pointless to find the meaning of life.. but who the fuck knows wats life anyways?????
i dont know what my life is or wat it means to me or any one else?( i doubt if anyone would be so jobless as to make my life matter to them, except of course my immediate family which i have now come to realise doesn really really cares about me beyond my cynical imagination)

As this post falls deeper down into an abyss of nonsense, and i realise i'm just doing this in a futile attempt to find some meaning as to what could have gone so horribly wrong with me to make me such a loser of a person, i want to know why i think i am a loser.
is it because i am not a looker at all and neither a genius of any sort? god said no to me in both the departments-- nor extreme good looks or extreme brilliance of mind with superscore of an IQ!!!
or is it just because i fail to see anything remotely special or different in myself? or is it just an incurable inferiority complex that i've been chronically suffering from??
(A self-critical and self-depreciating view of myself just doesnt sound as funny or cool as it does for others.)

Just staying busy doing work which you know will be anyways done irrespective of who's doing it, but which somehow makes you feel as if you have been a part of something which you'd like to believe you're an integral part of. At the end of the day, when i go to sleep do i feel i made a difference to anyone or myself, in which ever tiniest way possible or did i just add to the growing heap of meaningless hours, words and sighs spent??

busy- exams-thats it.

i know i should be studying, or rather trying to figure out QT( thats quantitative theory i think, but hell when i first heard the name i kept looking around to see cuties :O)
exams are on now- 3 down 3 more to go. As usual i'm bummin abt now.. i've been wanting to blog for a while now n i kept complaining abt lack of time- which was incidentally not just another of my whining bouts but the truth- i was really busy.

right now im being distracted by an old school friend on gtalk(never dared to talk in school n now he's goin blah blah blah :X), so i'll jus bugger off now..
i'll blab to NERs sometime else..

FUN WEEKEND!!

Well this weekend has been fun..
Friday- I go on telling everyone that I'm not going to Freshers party coz my roomie wasnt coming and I'd b lacking in company n blah blah reasons.. but then due to unexpected company and a lucky phone call, I did go to the Freshers. I'd resigned myself to watching The Incredibles(sigh..)
Sorry here to my roomie who got all worked up seeing me all cooped up and went to great lengths to try and cheer me up(she almost succeeded by calling Chetan!! Roomies-- well u just cant help loving them somehow :X :P).
So ..i go to the freshers..And I must say it was fun- the party that is.. Unlike last time where i was too sloshed to remember what i'd done(though others remember too well!!Darn!), this time around I was sober.For some reason a lot of people kept asking me how many shots i had and seemed to be surprised when i said none(why i wonder?)..GR comes up to me asking about it and recounts how funny i was last time- i wasnt aware that of all people he was one of the main witnessesback then,he's been so nice thru all this time.. But i'd promised my roomie i wont get drunk or rather not drink and Townie(whose call led me to change my mind about attending freshers at literally the last minute) had set my limit to one shot so i was good and nice and didnt drink(few swigs dont count,do they?). I had good fun dancing to usual crappy disco kinda songs wid so many diff people :P..(one of d cutest guys in college asked me to dance wid him-im all of a flutter,still:D) and came back all charged,happy,tired etc etc. Some kinda fight broke out there and d party kinda ended soon.. i'll be a teensy weensy bit whiny and wish the party had gone on for longer.. back home i got my bit of vodka and that put me to an amazing 12+ hours of sleeep.I got up at 2 or so..
Saturday -Today was good, too.No college- it wasnt a holiday, but then hell no one went. good break from all that Conoscenza activtiy..We(me n roomie ie) went for HARRY POTTER AND ORDER OF THE PHEONIX..and it was awesome. Obviously the book is far far better than the movie, but nonetheless the movie was superb.. luvvvvvvvvvved it..had amazing chelo murg from Blue Nile for dinner- wat more cud i ask for???
lets see how sunday funday goes...

Funny weekend fact: i dunno how i manage to spend and have fun even when im broke.maybe i will when my dad kills me for the expenses :D

Back-no bang--bit of a fizzz...

i got a lot to say/blog/blab/express etc etc..
but im running short of time and net connection, ie i hav no net connection for now..
so in short-
college's started.
its good, ok- nice to be back..
im confused.. not really but confused.. a different matter altogether.
doesnt matter, its ok..
im tired n aching.. blame d gym n that constant enforced head banging at a gig last night.. it was kinda nice.. no confusing really.. im so confused.
i want a masseur(no innuendos) coz my backs hurting like hell...
i'm going into these weird mental zones where im thinking way too much, and trying hard at the same time not to think too much.. then there are those blank zones wherein im all empty and tired and inexplicably sad. why i wonder?
and i'm a sort of front bencher now-- terms jus started..n i seem to b liking sum subjects n paying attention and all tht stuff usually restricted to good students--whats wrong wid me???--
but i think i cud b recovering.. i hav bunked a few classes till now.. n today i managed to bunk d last lecture right while the prof was waiting to get in.. :D all smiles at that..
well ok thats it.. horrible cramp beginning to start in my neck... beginning to start-- is that correct english??
hell who cares?

idontknowwhatthisisabout..

Loss hurts.Loss hurts even more when you dont even know- why, how??
Helplessness hurts and angers.
Not living upto expectations, letting them down hurts..
But then hell- life starts with hurt- ever heard of any baby coming out smiling or laughing?? what does doc do 1st??-slaps ur butt off 2 make u cry!!- there u go.. life is all aboutt hurt and pain and misery!!

But then yeah, you move on, realise smiling takes fewer facial muscles than frowning and learn happiness is the ideal state of existence, which you then never achieve for an extended period of time coz utopian states are not for real, are they??

Thus things that really once made you pull your hairs out (one of them wud be Ultra Doux Conditioner for Dry & Frizzy hair which after use makes ur hair if anything but more frizzier!!), would now manage to elicit a feeble smirk/chuckle from you. So now things like Ponds Facial Foam Face (now thats called alliteration!) Wash which never produces any foam at all nor does it manage to really clean your face or Parachute Therapie Hair Oil which claims to reduce hairfall by 90% but rather increases your probability to become prematurely bald- well they just give you a tiny window of oppurtunity to laugh at yourself for being stupid enough to purchase them.

Its not easy to tide over grief with such pathetic attempts at humour, but still a journey of thousand miles starts with a single step.. n so does a journey of thousand smiles with a single- err...PJ?

Im not sure if this piece belongs to this blog- it certainly doesnt seem to fit with the other lighter forms of crap.
Im not even sure what im blabbing about out here- but i just felt this urge to post :.. My internship's finally over( will be tomorrown that is) and i seem to be getting over my phase of lows-fits of the sullens, said Mrs.Weasley.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All say, "How hard it is that we have to die"—a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.

Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)
US writer and humorist.

Pudd'nhead Wilson
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oh crap- arggghhhh !

just a quick rant.. ( well a long one at that..)

i'll whine about phase one of my internship at some other leisurely point of time..for now let me just whine about topics in general..

first and foremost- the Symbiosis admission process into 2nd year--
the application process will drive you nuts, crazy, mad.. it is so so full of shit!!! 1st symbi doesnt give any announcement or instructions regarding the re-admission thingy till its really really imperative to do so. You call up Symbiosis- 1st number is forever busy, second line no one picks up, 3rd number which you get from unlisted sources is answered by someone who'll simply ask you 2 send d DD wid ur bare details like name, PRn no, dv etc.. But just 2 confirm you go and check d site where you realise symbii has done something good(false hopes, sigh!)..what it has done is to put up this online registration form which really is a second hand product derived by amalgamating d online admission for 1st years and maybe d re-admission forms of former batches.
It is a bloody five page long document, and requires to know :-
* your HSC,
* SET scores along with 'academic details of semesters given' which proves 2 b a really difficult criteria coz very few symbiians really bother to keep such trivia in some wasted corner or their brains or document folders;
* your birth details(well almost every thing except your mothers' obstetrician's name);
* your permanent address, local adress;
* info abt ur local guardian- mandatory- irrespective of the fact that you necessarily may not have a LG;
* it asks you to sign in the centre ( dead centre ok!) of a box in black ink (only black ink please, glad they didnt ask for special fountain pen);
* and staple one and stick one photo at appropriate boxes (boxes which seemingly ask for passport size but are meant for stamp size);
* you're required to enclose with this uber-simple application form DDs (for tution, hostel and mess), photocopies of exam marksheets (all d exams that you gather are crucial for ur r-admission, but then which symbiian really does have his/her sem marksheets really safe?!), proof of local address and two passport size photos(again).
To add to this, the form apparently is for admission into 1st year of symbiosis BBA, a mistake which no one has bothered to correct even after promising 'to look into the matter' n if you call up d office regarding this, one bloke listens to you blab for approx 90 seconds then leaves you listening to those annoying mechanical tunes. All this is so typical of Symbiosis. We at Symbiosis just cant seem to shed this BureauCRAZY- perhaps symbii considers this a part of our training, early introduction to Babudom in its milder form!
For others it may seem im just whining about something which is very normal- but really, symbiians wud agree our college just loves to do everything in a long, over drawn exercise which is bound to really really piss you off!

Then comes d great-indian-family-summer-reunion-thingy wherein relatives would come to your place and you have to play the gracious host. In this mumbai heat- i really dont think its a very good plan! Ok,maybe im speaking like the archetypal teenager who cant handle generation gap and doesnt understand her grandparents. But hell- i really can get along with senior citizens but for no reason can i get along wid my dearest mom's mommy dearest coz i've talked wid her barely a dozen times and those times too have proved sufficiently discouraging coz everytime it has been abt what am i studying currently, how expensive life has gotten to be now and how i've inherited monster-like qualities from daddy dearest @$#$%% !!!
Its enough of a pain in u-knw-wher to be working at a NGo concerning kids/children/teenagers/adolescents- but then to have at home my dear 12 year old cousin who REALLY LOVES MALLS -the typical, eager-to-visit-everyplace-which-gives-ample-oppurtunity-for-shopping kinda girl n who likes to talk about fav filmstar/color/career/etc and her equally 'wow' 'best friends' most of the time- well it can really strain you to be nice when in reality im oh-so-mean!!!
Despite being an extroverted, overtly social person at times, i can get into d anti-social ( or rather anti-filial ) modes and then my patience is really tested- its my summer vacation for christs sake!!! while mommy dear would haggle wid me for every tiny expense incurred by me in no-relatives-over peacetime, she suddenly becomes RBI when her folks are over, dad too :( - i agree im sounding very juvenile here, but hell im like that only. and then sleeping in d living room on the sofa-cum-bed (kiddie zone eh!)--i've 2 b nice-helpful-adjusting-good girl till sunday now :

And then i have my second phase of my internship- its not compulsory now, i've completed my work, but then im obliged to help my boss who gave me my 1st real job whn i was still in junior college n terribly under-experienced. this time around it wud be easy i think- coz i've already been there, done that ( ie managing a kids' summer workshop ) but this time around i'l hav 2 get up early coz there's only one batch- morning batch :( ... then i have my bosses who can amaze you with their take-it-easy-approach to everything- which boss would carelessly misplace ur pen drive containing imp files and reports? - or wud at times completely forget abt such things??

So from tomorrow- ( mayb d new eyes wud help :P)
its all about being nice to kids, cousins, senior citizens, bosses, mommy n daddy, n others while living with the recognition of the fact ( a fact which i've believed strongly for quite some time now) that it is just not in my nature to be nice.

Dictionary Tales

nice
nice [niss]
(comparative nicer, superlative nicest)
adjective

1. pleasant: pleasant or enjoyable
2. kind: kind, or showing courtesy, friendliness, or consideration
3. respectable: respectable, or of an acceptable social or moral standard
4. good-looking: pleasing to look at
5. accomplished: skilful and accomplished
6. subtle: subtle and involving delicacy or fine discrimination
7. fastidious and fussy: very concerned and careful about choosing, or being seen to do, the right thing

[13th century. Via Old French < Latin nescius 'ignorant']
Microsoft® Encarta® 2006. © 1993-2005 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.

Now you understand- i cannot ever be nice if it means all these things.
( erm.. well.. er maybe subtle at times, only that, only at times...)

The year that was- beginning

all good things come to an end (apologies for this cliched beginning, but i must..)
its hard to believe that a year- a bloody full year in symbi- has come to an end, finally. it has been some year. let me go back a bit in time..

21st June- Induction. We're all awed by it all... the magnificient dome at SIMS Khadkee, Speakers, Yudi :P.. the whole bloody thing!I'm all jumpy excited- gung ho man!! In all that excitement i'm talking to this bubbly girl and asking her which room she's in only to get the reply "your room".. if i thought i was excited i didnt know Aakriti my roommate-hyperactiveness, bubbliness in the most exlplosive form, in a good way(at times) though :) I'd never seen anyone so excited at the prospect of being ragged!!. Contrast to my other roommate lovingly caled Princess who im sure did the whole world a great favour by coming to Symbi and a honor to be our roommate( i hope u get d sarcasm). The whole four days of induction- friends made, promises made to be friends through the whole 3 years, calling ourselves The OG(again the masterwork of my Aakriti), short for Owl Group-owning to our tendency of staying up all night and babbling away to glory. Ah! it fel so nice- like being home :)

26th June- College starts.Introductions Introductions and some more introductions. some coincidence that college ended on 26th MArch 2007- jus 2 months short of being called a year... its strange how once college starts and you are put into separate classes all that hostel bonhomie frendship evaporates.. it may have just happened to us.. but still.. the friendships didnt last even 3 months, wonder if we wud hav really made it through 3 years.. by my birthday only it was so apparent that we were drifting apart..

29th july- since almost anyone who knows me or knows my frends : knows about this. Freshers Party- god it was crazy. i was high n high. thanks to tosham(also calld possum by me for reasons i dont knw),zubs,simmi n some others too for being there wid me. if it hadnt been for zubs i dunno wat crazy stuff i'd have done. i hav never said it but i wish to now- thank you jui for being there wid me- thru out. :) the hangover and subsequent embarassing accounts by others was a lot to dissaude me from going to symbii parties.indeed it has been till now my first and last party- a symbii party as such.

2nd august- my birthday :D i'll always remember this one- i turned 18 and had gotten my best bday party yet.. aakriti n gang got me a cake n we had this public cake cutting thing.. then came the real thing. Jui(Zubs), Sanchari(Sancho Panza,Fresher Queen :P) Gauri(Biker) Anuja(Anna- suffice wid that) had planned up this elaborate birthday treat.with the standard gifts n cake- there was d packet of condom(its some tradition anna put us on to- wen anyone turns 18, u gift him/her a condom!!) i recall the way they managed to get it as pretty amusing (though very embarassing for gauri,poor, who had to do the job) well she got to keep it while i kept only d packet cover :P!! they had also managed to sneak in cigs n vodka!! god it was some party!! just the five of us.. man it has been the best bday surprise i've ever had.
speaking of surprises i wudnt forget anirudh's bday gift and niether the fact that he'd invited himself for a treat and gone on pulling my leg throughout d evening :X.. well d evening seemed a bit of downer seeing that all those invited were seen in groups, distant and as if they wud b anywhere but here.. only the 5 of us, possum n anirudh of course wer having a good time....

hell. for now- ths is it.. later wen i can think n stand 2 put it all out...

Nine Things in the Newspapers that are driving ME up the wall :

1. Island City to get less power, but to pay more- Oh Wow! What Good NEWS!! they are announcing it as if India has put a man on the moon. how fair and just is it to suffer power cuts during this bloody swelteringly hot summer and to add insult to injury pay more for that!! Agreed there's massive shortage of power in the state but who asked the state to make up plans to distribute free power else where. keep the streetlamps on in broad daylight and turn them off when its dark- thats state's electricty saving policies for you.
under this the Mumbai Mirror asks "should south mumbai have power cuts?"
and why shouldnt it???? some dork says " I dont think its fair for south mumbai to face power cuts as the economic growth of the entire mumbai city will come to a halt. If the hospitals there do not get electricty, the patients will have to suffer. it will also hamper industrial growth." tell me dude wat abt hospitals in other parts of mumbai??? nowadays anyways nariman point and other south mumbai hubs are being taken over in terms of business volume by hubs in BKC,Mulund and other suburbs.

2. EMI rates for home loans increased- yes! very good! make the private banks richer while making sure you leave the middle class without any aid to make investments in the lucrative real estate or even letting them buy homes for their old age.. someday when i'll b looking to buy my own flat i'll b paying more than half of my salary in paying EMIs. :X

3. The Pramod Mahajan Trial- Pravin Mahajan murdered his brother. He has himself admitted so, confessed to the crime. There were eye witnesses who have established the same. yet the "defence" grills Mrs.Mahajan and it seems that it asked her questions about the colour of her fridge, the bottles kept inside and other such trivia. Imagine wasting time on such open shut cases where there are hundreds and thousands of cases piling dust on their covers. Just because they are concerned with famous personalities and attract more attention from the media, these cases are being used as examples of 'swift justice'. Thank the lawyers who have complained about the swift trials of just the "powerful" leaving the poor to languish in labyrinths of postponed court hearings, transferred judges and a seemingly indifferent judiciary system to the CJ.

4. Hype and Hoopla over introduction of Sex Education in Schools- Most people interviewed have given a postive response to the whole idea it seems. Yet the state legislature thinks otherwise. The same bloody tendency to play moral police forever.You ban FTV, AXN, Orkut, detain couples frm bandstand, set up an enquiry committee to probe Carol Gracias and a host of other models' "wardrobe malfunction" while leaving hundreds of complaints and FIRs related to much more important issues unattended. As it is any child just needs to log on to the internet or open the Mirror itself to get an adequate dose of daily titillation. What else is the State gonna BAN???

5. Malakar outlasts another detractor- Its not so much the news but the people involved in it that infuriates me. Some NRI singing his way to glory with only modest talent as they say, some blogger goes on a hunger strike to protest against his selection and then chickens out knowing the futility of the purpose citing "doctors orders" as if the doctor waited to see the american idol results(a whole bloody 16 days!) before giving his "orders". Its not indian idol- its just that there some PIO involved!!

6. Tussauds comes to MUMBAI- you'd think the wax museum is opening up in Kalaghoda this spring! but no they r coming in the year 2009,2010... so its just that we've been given 2 years to get ready for the frenzied excitement of having wax statues of celebs from all over the world. next they will b giving us the list of bollywood nymphets and bloated-up 'heroes' whose statues will feature in the musuem. bet mallika sherawat and rakhi sawant would fight for the most vulgar bust(literally)! mayb we would have abhi-ash posing wid mummy papa- amitabh and jaya- epoch making news!!

7. Mumbai Mirror's Health Tips-
I. To reduce varicose veins, it is important to do regular exercise, walk, run, cycle and swim to keep blood vessels healthy- they forgot mentioning yoga, reiki, atkins diet, et al.
II. If you get wounded and blood is running out, use blend tea on the injured area to stop bleeding immediately - am i supposed to carry a pouch containing Earl Grey, Darjeeling, Oolong, Green, Ceylon tea( blend tea, anyone?) all the time around my neck like a first aid kit????

8. Jlo ditches bling to go on Jury Duty- i can hardly believe that you'd think that anyone, even someone as stupid as Jlo would think of going in a diamond studded bikini for jury duty! its actually the paparazzi that regrets Jlo keeping her ass-ets under wraps and hence the news.

9. Desi Tycoon plans parallel Cricket league- India cant manage the heroic eleven, imagine having a dozen clubs containing more of such heroes. imagine the number of endorsements of shampoos, colas, Tvs, Shoes, apparel, Accessories, soaps, hair oils, tyres, insurance schemes, fans, bulbs, tubelights, toilet paper and a host of other such products that these players would feature in. Greg's already blabberring about d "mafioso" in d indian cricket team hurting the sentiments of many senior players in the process. so who'll be the godfather when cricekt leagues come up??Subhash Chandra(ZEE head honcho) plans to invest 100 crores in his scheme.i'm sure our eleven heroes cumulatively make more than that in a year with their endorsements alone.

i'm too tired and irked to go on about the top ten stories that drew my horns out, so i hav left it at just 9. :O :(

Ides of March

If I’d thought my woes would end with February I was very mistaken.(Oh wow, what a nice novel way to start!)
Last day of February – last working day of our college. It was nothing like last days are supposed to be like. It as very boring plain and un interesting. Coz we all knew- its not really the end. There were vivas, MCQs and term-end exams before we get to say goodbye, have a nice summer. To add to that my PPM prof comes and hands me the job to write “her speech for the TY Farewell”. I was also assisting Anuja sell newsletters and was surprised beyond measure to know that it was “sold-out” even before lunch time!!!
I’m not a very good speech writer ~ oratory is not my forte, though I can jam decent enough. Ma’m tells me to write about “her experience with the TYs”, “how she would feel when they would be leaving” and the like.. with the internet to my rescue I come up with somewhat so-so speech and rush back 2 pack and leave for home.
I come home making plans of really doing some productive work, maintaining a healthy exercise regime and crap like that. I ‘d brought back my notes to ‘study’ and almost all of my wardrobe to be given for laundry. The latter was done, the former never took off. Late night internet surfing, chatting, watching movies made sure I never got up before 11 a.m. the rest of the day was spent getting together with friends, watching some more movies and sleeping some more. I stretched about once in the name of exercise.
I ask my friends to help me bungle up my vivas date- its on Monday 5th and I don’t wanna return on 4th (my friend said I was crazy not giving my viva because I didn’t want to return on Sunday) my friend tells the prof another story n I tell her some other story but still she orders me to meet her the afternoon next day. I oblige- catch the earliest bus I could manage, hurry up to the college and without even asking around or exchanging return greetings change into my uniform and all. Then I come to know that our dear ma’m is not well and hence wont come today. Wow! What a day!
Complaining and whining as usual, I somehow get down to copying answers for MCQs from someone’s set and by the end of the day decide that rather than wasting my time copying answers I can just directly read from her set. The only good thing about the whole bloody day was we saw our future flat and were bowled over by it. We just hopped back to our hostel being all happy and excited over shifting next term.
7th March
The day of the MCQs- we’re a set of disorganized, unprepared and mildly indifferent people trying to score the bare minimum so as to ensure that we are passing our internals in all subjects. Accs vivas are scheduled for 2mrw morning. SID had its fest going on so we were way too distracted thinking about a whole lot of things other than our impending doom. By late afternoon we’ve just given up trying to even read those crappy questions. If nothing we’re just gonna resort to doing inky-pinky-ponky-father-had-a-donkey routine or make patterns with the options or jus select only one option- either a,b,c, or d for every answer that we don’t know ( the probability for getting more no. of right answers on this method is more than the others)
My page takes a long while to download and appear- meanwhile I’m helping my friend son either side, telling answers I ‘think’ are right. After an eternity the page does come and I am all set to go. Within 30 minutes or so I’m done and see that Anuja’s still going on.. I wait some more and check recheck ( not that I’d get right answers on rechecking, but heck wat else to do?) the questions like 3-4 times before we both finally get to click “SUBMIT” and get done with this shit.
8th March
Next day- accs vivas. We go in to ask ma’m when to report and find her checking her orkut scraps!!!!!!! 20 minutes she says. We go down for breakfast and find theres nothing but d juice shop open. I get this watermelon juice which is as cold and freezing (or more) as CCD’s Iced Eskimo. Anuja nicely pushes me in to go 1st and Gilby seems very amused at me being his first victim of the day. Gilby jus grilled and grilled me. Killing me softly with his smile and words. Teaching me stuff right there and taking my revision too- during my vivas. Asking every goddamned thing but my topic- time keeping and booking. I guess I was in there forever getting academically screwed. In the end, asks me to do a favor for him( oh yeah right). My friend Anuja goes in. I go down to the job come up in 2 minutes and find her standing outside with her vivas done. I was d only one to be kept in quarantine there.
I have to have to study stats else I’d b backlogged for sure- but then I’ve been watching movies, reading (freakonomics- interesting) writing this.
I’m doomed. But what the heck- do you think it is very interesting to start stats from scratch and do it all by yourself when there are so many distractions and temptations lying around??
Bad excuse- didn’t work. I’m doomed.