tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195616052024-03-07T18:35:31.276-08:00divertidoMy College BlogBachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-41422612862507938702010-11-19T08:09:00.000-08:002010-11-19T09:17:46.420-08:00First few Days at IISc<style type="text/css">p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }</style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Joining IISc, Bangalore (The First Few Days) Thanks John for editing<br /></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">These are my first few days after arriving at IISc Bangalore. i have been selected for MTech program in Electronic Design and Technology(EDT) offered by the Centre for Electronic Design and Technology (CEDT)</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>July 29 Arrival</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We arrived on July 29 morning by Island Express. 'WE' includes John, Sreejith, Deepu and Deepu's mother. Sreejith boarded from Kottayam. Anoop Sathyan was also on the train but we didn't get to meet him until the next day. The Sudent's Council picked us up at the station and dropped us off in front of the hostel office were we got our rooms by lot. I got U3 which is a single room, spacious enough and near the academic section. Building is a little old but there is nothing to complain about. Sreejith got alloted to the same block as mine. John got a double room in PD block which is one among the furthest from the academic section. The rooms there are nice with terrace and balcony.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">There are 9 from the 2009 batch of CET. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">applied - me, john, sreejith</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">tele - jobin, anoop</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">ele - rahul</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">civil - meenu, deepu</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">mech - vargese</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The first day included settling into the rooms.Some of the double roomers found their alloted rooms locked, as their roomates were off somewhere after locking their room.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>July 30 Registration</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The second day was registration. We were adviced to reach early, but apparently everyone was adviced so. I was 171 in queue eventhough i arrived half an hour before the alloted time. By afternoon our certificates were all checked and we were given provisional admission.( when will our s8 results be announced i wonder.) In the afternoon we submitted application for bank account into which my 8000/month stipend will be credited. That too will have to wait till the results are out.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>July 31 Getting Accustomed</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Joined the mess today. Food is okay. I joined south indian non vegitarian mess. we get some no vegitarian item for lunch and dinner.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Got the new sim. Airtel. My new number is 9535xyyy8z9,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">a. my college bus alphabet is the x-th alphabet.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">b. x is the ones digit of the class strength in 12th</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">c. y is 4</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">d. z is nothing</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It is a campus plan. Everything local is okay. But STD sucks. so guys pls call. miss you all.....</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Afternoon went to cycle shop to check out cycles, didn't buy.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The next two days are free.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(I am typing all this up in Wordpad cause I havent got an internet connection yet. There is no internet in hostel.)</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>August 1 The Marvellous Treat Day</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">sreeejith, john, anoop sathyan and me went to MG Road. we first got a bus to Majestic and from there to Mayo Hall. we landed right in front of </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">bangalore cantral. we went in as gokul said he would take some time. found out a laptop bag. didnt buy. seems like i had to sleep on it. lol...</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">then treat by gokul</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">lunch at hotel Paramount(mixed fried rice)</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">then at CCD (cool blue, green apple soda, choclate fantasy)</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">then Pizza Hut, Forum(pizza)</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">gokul has found out the best places to eat in bangalore, it seems....</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">sreekesh joined at forum, his turn next to treat us.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">went to Hotel Kairali near Forum. had kerala style oonu. me had konju fry with it. gokul syas' eruvu ennu oru vikaramundu ennu maranirikkuvayirunu'.food kerala style, bill bangalore style..</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">saw many places around forum - nthin philip, kiran, arun s etc etc..</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">got back at 10.30 or so</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>August 2 Retreading Yesterday's Path</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Morning - found out were church is. there is one just outside one of the gates of IIScwith malayalam mass. the next mass was at 5.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">after lunch to bangalore central to grt a laptop bag for me, ironbox for sreejith and belt for john.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">there was no way in which i could return in time for the mass. so took our own time.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>August 3 first day at the department</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">atarted off with tea, puffs an cake. then there was an introductory speech by our chairman, professor Gopakumar sir and one sir from switzerland.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">the department was started in the 1970s as a partnership between india and switzerland. we are supposed to learn everything from designing a product in software, fabricating pcbs to creating th prototype. this is the best placee to study it from in india. i am still confused about the subjects.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">there are 3 girls 33 boys, 2 from isro, one from drdo, 7+1 mallus, 4 cetians</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">senior students from PhD showed us around. our group was guided by vikas and arun.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">one thing about CEDT, everyone seems good at cracking jokes...</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Loved the department. there is a tea kiosk attached to the department. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">sreejith says there is only a few people in his department. he has caught a cold.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">seniors advised us to enjoy ourselves to enjoy all we want the first month, coz the lab will be our home after that.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">we have the afternoon off. i feel likee typing, so i am typing. i ammissing u guys, so please do call... </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">will get internet connection only after a few days it seems....</span></p>Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-68953402686691377362009-11-05T12:15:00.000-08:002010-11-19T08:08:16.125-08:00Late night assignment thoughts from first semester MTech<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A post i wrote when i was disoriented doing one of my mini-projects in first semester. my thoughts when i look back is going to be a future post (like i am going to post any time soon.)</span></span><br /><br />At 2am I am in my lab working on my mini project, one of the two i am having this semester. What's the mini project? getting lots of numbers from lots of places and arranging them in a different order so that someone else can understand it. What if the values are wrong? nothing would happen. like who knows how to find the correct ones. i should be sleeping right now. not coz i have a problem staying up all night, just coz wat i am doing is writing in numbers that someone deleted. if he hadnt deleted i would have had nothing to do<br /><br />the difference between Btech and Mtech is that we are supposed to do btech, but mtech is a choice. damn those bloody numbers. now i have sweared and i cant put that up on the blog.<br /><br />Just went out and had tea. (At IISc there is 'teaboard' and some other shops that stay open at night till 2.) The people at the shop should be allowed to go home early. the have to stay up all night and at the end they don't even get a Mtech degree.<br /><br /><br /><br />kurachu naal munbu collegile kurachu juniors ivide vannappool sreejith avarude aduthu paranju enikku oru katha undennu, oru aanede katha. annu parayaanenikkonnum kittiyilla. pakshe ennenkilum oru katha ready aakum ennu jaan urapichirunnu.<br /><br />i have thought about the story many times ,, but was never able to come up with a story. i think why am i not able to get a story. may be it's coz i don't read anymore. i feel like everything that i have except the electronics; be it intellectual, fun or spiritual, have taken a few steps backwards. now its just damn electronics (which FYI i still love very much)<br /><br />And now about my name. just one week back nobody used to know my nickname. now two guys here call me bach. i now feel bach and s**** are really two people.<br /><br />onnu chalu adichittu etra naalaayi!! elllaam aalochicheduthu englishileekku translate chythu varumbozheekum adutha chaluvinulla samayamaakum. ethaayaalum ethrayokke parajathalle, oru kadhayum koode paranjeekaam.<br /><br />One day Tata was taking a stroll in the park . as he walked around watching the kids play and thinking about what new sector he should invest in, he noticed his old friend Ambani coming in his direction. Tata waved at him. Ambani saw Tata and came to him and said, "Hi, Tata!" In reply Tata says"Dude! Have you got so busy that you can't spare a sec to talk with me. okay then bye"<br /><br />Now most of u must be thinking, "good thing this guy can't come up with stories anymore. The world would now be a better place to live in now."<br /><br />I have been watching a lots of F.R.I.E.N.D.S lately. Now reached season seven.<br /><br />I have taken digital signal processing as an elective, i thought i would love it, but didnt. Its getting worser and worser that i just want to pass the fcking subject.<br /><br />I dont see anyone around,oblivious to passerbys and am not being seen by anyone. i feel like a visitor from k-pax.<br /><br />one other thing i wanted to mention was about crushes. it seems like i just need someone around me that i have a crush on. it seems i dont care who it is, just someone.<br /><br />my family planned on visiting bangalore this november. but now it seems they have better things to do.<br /><br />now that is just about everything i wanted to say.Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-89934775628395125752009-01-10T21:39:00.000-08:002009-01-10T23:23:42.331-08:00The Circle<div style="text-align: justify;">It was first year at college. i was browsing the net and came upon <a href="http://mumble_jumble.blogspot.com/">this blog</a> by shrutz. It was called Brain Freeze. shrutz was a senior at college. final year electronics. this blog served as inspiration for starting a blog. she blogged about CAT exam, how she got 5 or so calls from IIMs, and finally got admission into iimb. after she left cet she stoped posting at brain freeze and started a new blog. she has posts on the gd an interviews. i should say shes too good.<br /><br />now here i am with a blog and 3 calls a,c,k. this is all that i want to say about cat....<br /><br />and there will be posts on what happens at the gd/interviws if they spare my life if not pride<br /></div>Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-75645402562107457982009-01-10T06:20:00.000-08:002009-01-10T09:39:15.538-08:00virus says lets play a game<div style="text-align: justify;">I was having a free life until recently, i mean computer viruses..<br /><br />The only exception was during schooldays. the virus attack made windows un-bootable. There was just one drive and i lost all data. A computer expert was brought in. We had to pay some 200 bucks or so. its the last time my family spent money for a software related problem.<br /><br />First i used avg anti virus which is free. but as its scan was a little disruptive, i switched to the wonderful <span style="font-weight: bold;">NOD32</span>. light and efficient. until....<br /><br />Most of the computers in and around our college had the thb virus. It got into my computer too. My beloved NOD32 failed me. Though there was a step by step procedure for removing the virus i decided to play with it manually. I succeded. I finally switched to Kaspersky. If it weren't for the thb virus i would still prefer NOD32.<br /><br />Then there was mother's computer at office. it had 2 viruses. no anti-virus installed. i took out the tooth of both the viruses. but i couldn't remove it completely due to lack of information. It still can wag its tail. All this fun with viruses helped me come across some good tips and software.<br /><br /><br />Softwares first:<br /></div><ol style="text-align: justify;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Winpatrol</span> - it runs in the taskbar. light. warns when there is changes made to the registry. it enables you to control the startup items and a lot more. no need to go to msconfig or task manager. informaation on each entry available.<br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Unlocker</span> - I have often seen "cannot delete the file coz its currently being used" with unlocker u can find all the "locking handles" and u can kill the process from there.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Regsupreme</span> - it is available as trial. it can clean the registry. just remember not to run it in aggresive mode.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Norton removal tool</span> - provided by Norton itself. removes norton softwares. needed if you want to install another antivirus. i cant understand why it cant be part of the uninstall tool. alternately u can use "unlocker+delete folder+regsupreme(not recommended"</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zonealarm</span> - Firewall. i can't live without it. though some complains that its hard on system resources</li></ol><h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="mw-headline"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attrib" title="Attrib"></a></span></span></h3><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Tips.<br /><br />1. Safe Mode - booting in safe mode is a very useful tool in fighting viruses. some viruses don't work in safe mode. you can poke them from there. a previous unsuccessful boot will bring up the option for safe mode. but use <span style="font-weight: bold;">F8 key during bootup to get a safe mode option</span>. really handy.<br /><br />2. <span style="font-style: italic;">run>regedit</span> to get into <span style="font-weight: bold;">registry</span> and edit values there. use with caution. if u don't have access to regedit <span style="font-style: italic;">run></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">gpedit.msc</span>. in there <span style="font-style: italic;">user configuration>administrative templates>system</span>. change the "<span style="font-style: italic;">prevent access to registry editing tools</span>" to get access to regedit<br /><br />3. if the virus has made it impossible to use "<span style="font-style: italic;">show hidden files and folders</span>" options, you can always use <span style="font-style: italic;">search>more advanced options</span> tick "<span style="font-style: italic;">search hidden files and folders</span>" and search. remember that '*' stands for multiple characters and '?' for a single chartacter.<br /> ???.exe will get all executable 3 letters long.<br /> *.* will give all files<br /> *.exe gives all executable files<br />you can use a combination of them too.<br /><br />the correct solution for the above problem is available at <a href="http://www.technize.com/2007/05/13/show-hidden-files-and-folders-not-working/">Technize</a>.<br /><br />4. run>cmd will bring the <span style="font-weight: bold;">command prompt</span>. a complete list of commands is available <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_DOS_commands">here</a>. But you can manage with the following<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">dir </span> - lists the files and folders in the current directory/folder. wont display hidden,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">dir /a </span>- lists all the files and folders in the current directory/folder.<br /><br />if when you start you see this<br />c:\documents and settings\abcd><br />it shows the folder you are currently in.<br />if you want to go into a folder in here "<span style="font-weight: bold;">cd folder_name</span>"<br />if you need to go up, "documents and settings" here "<span style="font-weight: bold;">cd..</span>"<br />to go to root,ie c here, "<span style="font-weight: bold;">cd\</span>"<br />simply type "g:" to go to another drive. replace g with the one you need.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">del</span> for deleting files<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">attrib </span>- Very useful. It<span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Changes attributes of files which are<br /></span> <ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;">R - Read-only</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">A - Archive</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">S - System</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">H - Hidden</span><br /></li></ul>use <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"attrib filename -h -s -r</span>" (removes hidden system and read-only attributes) to bring the file to the open and hence deletable.<br /><br />5. keep "<span style="font-style: italic;">hide extensions for known file types</span>" always unticked. you can access it at <span style="font-style: italic;">tools>folder options>view</span> just under the show hidden files options. it will help you spot many viruses, especially the ones with icons of folder which makes you mistake it for a folder. "new folder.exe" is an example.<br /><br />6. Always have a linux live cd(recommended: Ubuntu) and a friend who understands linux. see <a href="http://amateurlinuxuser.blogspot.com/2009/01/installation-blues-1.html">here</a><br /><br />more updates and corrections later, like naming folders with virus names to stop them.....<br /><br />if u have any suggestions or corrections plz do comment. I am learning....<br /><br />Disclaimer: i never keep any important documents in c drive. if i do anything really stupid i can always reinstall windows. So use these with discretion. but then, easiest way to not to fall is by falling.<br /><br /></div>Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-9216718772861189122008-11-12T07:28:00.000-08:002008-11-12T08:30:21.084-08:00Deja vu<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPPEb6UBUWTaXKUOo7by1au_gtPayfeDJXyGB13GbsqwGOiZhkq6GKEKdCfJSkU3Vbpym85I-wGTeZ6mAw7ZCMPlmfin-eLO-Li2D7-rwKH-r9MaWhKkVLxGrwcZQWtlzVu7gEQ/s1600-h/DSC08993.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPPEb6UBUWTaXKUOo7by1au_gtPayfeDJXyGB13GbsqwGOiZhkq6GKEKdCfJSkU3Vbpym85I-wGTeZ6mAw7ZCMPlmfin-eLO-Li2D7-rwKH-r9MaWhKkVLxGrwcZQWtlzVu7gEQ/s200/DSC08993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267801159165763362" border="0" /></a>data communication(DC) teacher came to class today; and i think, wasn't last hour DC too? i checked my watch. it was the first hour after lunch, so obviously last hour wasn't DC. i was having my lunch then.<br /><br />so why did i get the feeling? coz she had taken one hour in the morning. this week i reach college everyday at 8.45 due to one sadist of a bus driver. And leaves at 4. i have pretty much no idea what is happening in between. i cant distinguish even lunch hour from class hour.<br /><br />all i know is there had been lots of classes this week at least half of which was DC. Was she taking classes during lunch hour, I wonder. luckily i have the same teacher for my microprocessors lab which was 50% longer than usual lab hours.<br /><br />after all the hours taken i have just understood one thing: she is teaching about something(i know not What) with 6 or 7 layers(i know not how much) and this info, i got from sharath.<br /><br />time to go....dinner awaits.....<br /><br />P.S. i run spell check and found this error- i have typed preetty for pretty....lol</div>Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-81331574779477788732008-11-11T09:51:00.000-08:002008-11-11T10:23:38.556-08:00Advanced Reflections<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It was the advanced microprocessors( elective) class today. it was at the mini-seminar hall.none was prudent enough to switch on the AC. Hence, it was stuffed.<br /><br />teacher taught. everyone but me sat listening. nothing entered my ears as usual. i am starting to think it is some kind of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">disease</span>, inevitable when [<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bach</span> intersection <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">CET</span>]<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/2640360143_968496cee7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 156px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/2640360143_968496cee7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />i started casually observing the room, actually writing an article about the room. i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">started</span> with the door, moved on to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">switches</span> and then to the white-board. on the board there was some instructions for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Intel</span> processors. but then, on the board was reflection of the windows at the rear. also there was this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">silhouette</span> of the students in the class. as teacher moved away from the board it became perfect. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">silhouette</span> of some 5 to 6 students. the right number. when you see this image the instructions <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">written</span> on the board fades away, just leaving a shade.<br /><br />the image got stuck in my head. and sorry, you cant get a copy of the image as the printer-port in my head is currently dysfunctional.<br /><br />i wonder, if i hadn't started writing the stupid article i wouldn't have seen it. something right in front of my eyes. Oh! this sentence looks pathetic. so i take it back.<br /><br />there must have someone in the class who would have cursed the glare on the board which made it difficult to read the instructions.</div></div>Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-43106842944120730452008-11-11T09:18:00.000-08:002008-11-11T09:50:41.161-08:00Catch 22<div style="text-align: justify;">i get pretty confused when i recommend a book or a movie to someone. if i say it is bad, obviously they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> go after it. if i say it is good people forget. if i say awesome then they read/see it, then come and say, "it was okay/good. but not as good as you said it is." reading/watching something after someone recommends it takes out half the fun.<br /><br />it's a catch-22 situation. you cant make someone enjoy something as much as you did whatever you say. i have had the problem with catch-22. so, for me, catch-22 is a catch-22. i accept it is a bit boring to read. i myself abandoned the book once, and only <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">uber</span>-boredom turned me back again to the book. i finished the book, it gets better as you read. as you progress you will understand that the start was just the right thing. it is now one of the 2 books i really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fell</span> in love with, the other being <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">LotR</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theatre.harvard.edu/archive/1997-fall/catch22/catch22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 149px;" src="http://theatre.harvard.edu/archive/1997-fall/catch22/catch22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>.<br /><br />i have tried the following ways of recommending catch-22<br />1. it is a nice book. the start is little boring<br />2. it is a gr8 book. the beginning is a little difficult<br />3. it is the f**king greatest book ever.<br />4. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">plzzzzzzz</span> read it<br />5. start reading the book or i will curse you and all of your family<br /><br />sadly, none worked. there must be some curse on the 20<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span> page, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">coz</span> everyone who dared to read, stopped there. if someone finds some way you have tried <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">successfully</span> please let me know....</div>Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-41950707924084809332008-11-11T05:55:00.000-08:002008-11-11T07:59:58.199-08:00Ten things to describe this semester<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.skeletorscorpse.com/design/productshowcase1/blurred.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 162px;" src="http://www.skeletorscorpse.com/design/productshowcase1/blurred.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The past 2-3 months had been a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">different</span>. but then, when you figure something out it changes the next moment. so at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">the </span>beginning of this semester i had guessed everything that would happen in the next year. it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hasn't</span> so far come close. there is so much to write. so points, points, points....<br /><br /></div><ol style="text-align: justify;"><li>Confusion- what am i going to do with myself after college? there was a large number of options each <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lucrative</span> in its on way. there were those signs that pointed one way or the other. not two pointed in the same direction. the solution - float until i wash up on some shore, why bother <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">swimming</span> when you can float with your eyes to the starlit night sky.</li><li><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">jon</span> had some years before came up with this 'switch' philosophy. it is making <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">your mind</span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"> </span>impermeable under offensive condition. for me those switches <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">haven't</span> been working for some time now. it is still under repair.</li><li>there is one thing i learned in the seventh semester of my engineering. its about love. i have have come to fear love, respect love and love love.</li><li>i produced 4 stories in the past few months compared to the 3 i produced in 20 years. i fell in love with this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">paalam</span> (<span>പാലം</span> ) outside our class. i sit by the window and gaze outside from 9 to 4 everyday. that is pretty much the only thing i do in college these days.</li><li>i drew a cartoon inspired by <a href="http://xkcd.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">xkcd</span></a> and <a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1458/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">explosm</span></a>. it is in my note and it need to be preserved. there is lot of things in my note that need to be preserved. </li><li>i have had two days exposed to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">highest</span> kind of madness - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">explosm</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">roald</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">dahl</span>. both are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">awesomely</span> crazy. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">roald</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">dahl, </span>second craziest author i have read, after <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Oscar</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Wilde</span>.</li><li>suffered laziness at its extreme - none of the muscles feel like moving. brain stops working..... and you r sure the next stage would be the freezing of heart muscles. the laziness earned me another name, to be added to the list of my names - sloth (did you know: sloths can move only one voluntary muscle at a time. that is why they are ssllllllllooooooowwwwww!!!!!!)</li><li>had an array of mental states - inhuman to worse than a silly girl.</li><li>had this thought: it doesn't take many days or even hours to make an impact on people. and you will wonder at the number of people that you had made an impact upon.</li><li>need to be working on the main project. but look, here i am, blogging. i lack the initiative(or the push, whatever you call it) that i had during the first three years of college.</li></ol><div style="text-align: justify;">Bonus points<br /></div><ol style="text-align: justify;"><li>i already feel nostalgic about college</li><li>everthing appears dim, blurred and colourless, almost meaningless</li></ol>Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-83432113614549918832007-06-27T12:10:00.000-07:002008-06-25T10:17:49.900-07:00finallytoday is history<br />4 years 1 month and 28 days<br />the braces are off<br />i have been wanting this for long<br />infact for 2.5 years.<br />and now that it happens<br />i shoud be happy<br />i am glad that it is finally off.<br />i can eat whatever i want<br />i discovered incisors have 2 flat sides<br />its fun that wayBachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-31907148416140685752007-05-23T09:55:00.000-07:002007-05-23T09:57:10.989-07:00Much ado about nothing(I am breaking from my blogging rule of "no malayalam" for this blog)<br /><br />A phone call at 4 in the evening<br />me:Hello.....<br />female voice from the other end: Sir, this is from bank X.<br /><br />(Hint on bank X<br />Conversation between two mafia heads, both sworn enimies, with gun pointing at each other<br />head 1: blah blah blah<br />head 2: (getting angry) BLAH blah<br />head 1: I see<br />Head 2: (louder) I see<br />Head 1: I.......<br />Head 2 shoots Head 1 in the chest. Head 2 shoots back.<br />End of story<br />)<br /><br />she: We have a new investment plan, blah blah economics blah blah commerce blah banking blah blah black sheep blah blah investment<br /><br />me:(scraching my head) eh........ emm......... achante aduthaano samsaaarikkan udeeshikkunnathu?<br />she: Oh!!!! ethu church aaayirunno???<br />me: alla... athalla.... enthe FATHERinte aduthaaano samsaarikkaan udeeshikkunathu?<br /><br />(Stupid me. But she understood)<br />(Which makes me wonder whether there are any other pair of words with one word having two different meanings in one language and its transilation to another language gives the other word with two different meanings which are same as that of the first word in the first language. leave that)<br />she:(lol) oooohhh!! achan eppool varum?<br />me: 7.30<br />she:(as if that is too late) Raavile etra mani vare kaanum?<br />me:ettu mani<br />she : achan evide work cheyyunnu?<br />me: in a private firm.<br />she: achante designation enthanu?<br />me finace manager. (i dont usually say that to anybody)<br />she:achante mobile number tharaamo?<br />me: mobile use cheyyaarilla<br />she:enthaanu peeru?<br />me : augus.. achante peeralle veendathu?<br />she:alla yours(i dont remember the exact word)<br />me :says my name<br />she: enthu cheyyunnu/padikkunnu?<br />me: engineering second year<br />she:k. appol achan varumbool paranjaal mathi. nammal naale contact cheyyaaam<br />me: enthuvaa parayande<br />she:new investment plan, blah blah economics blah blah commerce blah banking blah blah black sheep blah blah investment<br />me: okay<br />she:thank you.<br />hangs up.(that is right no welcome)<br /><br />This conversation got me thinking<br />Why did she talk so much?<br />may be she is a good innocent conversationalist.<br />Or mabbe she was saying all those things as business tactic to make sure i talk to my father about the new investment plan, blah blah economics blah blah commerce blah banking blah blah black sheep blah blah investment<br />(I did.)<br />Or mabbe it is that i dont think the world out there is innocent. It is crooked and manipulative.Everywhere there are traps.<br />The smiling face you see there. The compliment you get here. The criticism there. It may all be part of someone trying to bend you.I hate to drag Fountainhead into this, but i have to. someone like Toohey.<br /><br />I am pretty sure that i didn't think like this in the past. may be i have discovered the truth. may be i am being a pessimist<br /><br />Comments are hereby solicited on whether the world is crooked or not.Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-48091907281991615992007-05-03T19:06:00.000-07:002007-05-03T19:10:12.700-07:00i am gonna see spiderman today.hope it turns out to be a good movie. what a pathetic blog!!!!Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-27966521811211819752007-01-14T17:26:00.001-08:002008-11-11T08:22:00.553-08:00vision 2007warning: the title does'nt sound as good as vision twenty twenty.<br />what is the use of the warning after reading it, u may ask. the vision is even more pathetic.<br /><br />Let me go back to december last year....<br /><br />i had just finished half of my exams. the rest were postponed to january because of crazy people we vote to powere, and even worse a$#%#$ they appoint.<br /><br />What perfect way to start new year<br /><br />1. not going to my native place<br />2. so obvioosly my mother's cooking for christmas(hope she doesn' read this)<br />3. pathetic way i have done my exams<br />4<deleted><br />5. starting of new year with exams<br />6. the only thong i know for the papers are "name of exam" and "subject name."<br /><br />i take this oppurtunity to thank my electronic circuits sir whose whple hearted support and guidance has helped me get a clearer view of my future and stand stedfastly by point number 6.thank you sir.....<br />7. a 6 month abstinence from telivision.<br />7. new year resolutions<br />i had to do something. and could not think of everything. so i postponed it till i have a clearer head. only decided on writing a diary.<br /><br />New year comes<br /><br />circuits exam..... i cannot withhold from remembering (he is still alive) with gratitude my circuits sir, for a pleasant beginning for new year.<br /><br />network and c++ went ok, which kinda lifted my spirits<br /><br />ruined maths improvement.<br /><br />got lucky with physics.<br /><br />everything was goin slow until then.<br /><br />exams are over<br /><br />it is 7.45 and i havent decided yet on goin to class.<br /><br />new sem.......<br /><br />new plans........<br /><br />sounds like a happy ending doesn't it.<br /><br />but look who is talking..........<br /><br /><br />p.s. i didnt write my diary. but got a big one from my father.<br /><br />p.p.s. i saw some good films after the exam. one of them was star wars: anew hope. found out why people are so cazy about star wars. became a star wars fan. it was inevitable with a friend who is a crazy star wars fan. and another one even even most crazest star wars fan. he is dying to tell me the story of the rest.<br /><br /></deleted>Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-91682041510717663532007-01-07T01:35:00.000-08:002008-11-11T08:21:15.805-08:00top 25 most playedtop 25 most played music from itunes:<br />1.INXS - Afterglow 87<br />2.jayz/lpIzzo/In The End 37<br />3.Lionel riche - i Call it Love 32<br />4.jayz/lp - jigga what/faint 31<br />5.Rihanna - unfaithful 31<br />6.Chitra - Ormaykaai 30<br /><br />wow me!!<br />this is in some 3 months. afterglow 87 times!! Ididnt kno i heard that song that many times!Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-1166034518994429352006-12-13T10:27:00.000-08:002006-12-13T10:28:38.996-08:00my room<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4476/1938/640/326475/DSC00033.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4476/1938/320/840791/DSC00033.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4476/1938/640/203167/DSC00034.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4476/1938/320/115203/DSC00034.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4476/1938/640/845112/DSC00035.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4476/1938/320/515490/DSC00035.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />this photos were taken when my room was the tidest...hehe <a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a> Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-1166034380811404802006-12-13T10:25:00.000-08:002006-12-13T10:26:20.813-08:00old mob<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4476/1938/640/116704/DSC00027.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4476/1938/320/517056/DSC00027.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a> Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-1166034290302514232006-12-13T10:17:00.000-08:002006-12-13T10:24:50.316-08:00ma new phone<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4476/1938/640/664609/DSC00025.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4476/1938/320/5352/DSC00025.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a> Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-1157477732019891342006-09-05T10:33:00.000-07:002006-09-05T10:35:32.033-07:00the legend of the specsme joined ma master when he was 15 years old. i was very scared in the beginning. he was knowwn to have crushed one one of my predecesors by sitting on him. but lucky he was mainly of plastic and was large enough to bear the brunt. but i was scared i was very thin and a slight pressure could bent me<br />in the end he proved to be no that bad. i have had just 2 or three accidents.<br /> once he was playing basketball and a guys hand hit squerly on me. ii was disfigured. but my master took me to the place where i was born. they did something to me. it is something like plastic surgery to human beings. but lol it was free. how lucky to be me. ma good maaster didnt play basketball again<br />but he loved footballone day he was very active nd running around i just missed an accident. then another one. third time alas.i flew out of and my glass broke. it might not seem much to u human beings - just a piece of glass. but if u stand in my shoes you could understand. i lost my brain. after an immediate brain transplant surgery<br />u might all be wondering how i happened to remember things that happened before the transplant. let me answer you questiong by one of the questions that baffled us for longwhy do many people like to look at us always? is it beccause we r so beautiful" jst kidding. every species has its on ways.<br />i have seen everyhting he has seen everything ma master has seen for three years. and more "while he was sleeping. i have attended more classes thn he had during this time.....(that too while he was sleeping. i hve helped master see all those beautiful gals all over trivandrum. master knows when he misses it.i have seen his second and last ever crush. oh she is beautiful. not many knows who it is. it's ma master secret.<br />when are autobiographies released? when one knows that if it is released 2 years later nobody will read it. that,s why sachin tendulku is publishing one now. these are my words. dont blame ma master.. the poin is why am i writing this accout of myself. 3 days before when ma master was having his class tour obviously with his classmates, i suffered a stroke.. both half of my brain crashed.for 3 days i was put i n the dark. today i was taken to the optician. he said m my brain was too weak for ma master, and that he needs a powerfull one. But it will not be my end. i will still have months beforeme. but ma master wishes he had new spectacles. i woulldnt blame ma master. i wouldnt call him ungratefull. but......<br /><br />reply from ma master:" shut up or ill scrach ur head on every piece g rock i see. split ur brain into a thousand pieces, bend ur body and make funny figures out of you. he ha ha haBachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-1154482313877541952006-08-01T18:28:00.000-07:002006-08-01T18:31:53.893-07:00well,...........guy1: You dance well!<br /><br />guy2: pandokke dance "kolam" aayi ennanu paranju kondirunnathu<br /> eppom "kinner" aayi ennannoo parayunnathu.Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-1152211697982859952006-07-06T11:08:00.000-07:002006-07-06T11:54:53.996-07:00la vida es grandeI dont say i am back. Because i know not! When things happens so fast an changes are here every instant, i just dont feel like writing! Ah! this is am exception! so it may look stupid! Sweetest verses r about the saddest thoughts! This is not the moment. i am gonna to s3 . i am gonna get a ipod. or atleast i think so. I have Someone who will be always with me. Nothing can go wrong!!!!<br /><br />As i a m writing this i am hearinng "sandstorm - darude".I just made a playlist of my favorite songs.How can music be so beautiful. I would like to say heavenly but, nothing can reach heaven. even the song of the skylark came from "somewhere near heaven"!!!<br /><br />its night. completely silent except for the song i like<br /><br />copied content warning---------><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You are so stuck in my heart<br />like counting a million stars<br />for that many reasons you are<br /><br />Inside I am afraid to wake up from the dream<br /><br />u been all over me like a spell<br /><br />we r going to ibiza<br />we r gonna have a party!<br /><br />give me a moment please<br />to tame ur wild wild heart<br /><br />if u jumb i'll break your fall<br />lift you up an fly away with you into the night<br /><br />after some time i i finallymade up my mind<br /><br />i am searching everywere<br /><br />i find u s standing in front of the church<br /><br />u look so happy in ur wedding dress<br /><br />Wher'd u go.. I miss you so..<br /><br />nothing can stop us<br /><br />woul u dance if i asked u to dance<br />would u save my save my soul...<br /><br />i ca be ur hero baby<br />i can kiss away the pain<br /><br />here i am this is me<br />there is no place on earth i would rathere be<br /><br />its alive with the beating of young hearts<br /></span><br /><br /><br />A month before tdy i was thinking about writing a blog like<br /><br />"this is my last blog!blogging sucks big time!"<br /><br />but no!<br /><br />can nething in this world be that bad? It will have its timeBachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-1140377377873026822006-02-19T10:19:00.000-08:002006-02-19T11:29:46.593-08:00devil :-( deep seaBetween devil an the deep sea, that is were D**(k) is. It is the party under the vetran currently ex-congress leader Karunakaran. See, I have to use *s in my blog just to mention the name of his party. What were they thinking when they called the party that??<br /><br />me says to myself, " come to the point, what is there in a name?"<br /><br />Don't call me a sadist, but i like seeing people in difficult situation. It is if and only if<br />1. i didnt cause the situation<br />2. i am not the one facing the situation.<br />3 the person knows how to come out of such situation.<br /><br />Ha! I have found one!!!<br /><br />Here is the summary to those who thinks there are only sports pages and supplements in a news paper. the next time you lay your hands upon a newspaper look for pages numbered 1,2,3,4 etc. ( Hey you! i know you are thinking about the page numbered 1. I give up!!) There would be something writtern there( ya, letters, good joke).<br /><br />Here is the recap: karu and his son Murali created a party which can be named only using *s, got out of the UDF and was to join the LDF. It was all part of the masterplan to give credibility to Murali, his son. karu even dared to condemn the leadership at the centre. But after some fun the LDF decided to abandon the party which needs many *s for its name to be mentioned.<br /><br />Karu's reaction," LDF will not win the next election." "He did all this to bring morality io the congress" The next one had me in fits of laughter. " His sole aim was to form a government that is not currupt"<br /><br />These chain of events has created an " achanurangatha veedu" in oolampara. Telivision crews are racing to oolampara in search of answers which will provoke other questions giving them something to supply the idiot and idiot box, other than the minima and maxima of tempretures in the capital city and lots of glycerine( How the people bear these megaserials!!!!)<br /><br />But the party which needs *s to be written about will not go down simply becuse some guys wouldnt take them in. The party which cannot be named (courtesy: harry potter) is now somewhat like the Indian cricket team. Experience of the vetrans and exuberance of the youth. (That is a bit too much, isn't it?) Cricket fans, don't throw stones at me. I am as happy as you are about the Indian team and their 4-1 win. Karu is probably the most experienced politician in kerala, or even India (I dont want names coming at me, you are all correct). And Murali has improved a lot from wat he used to be 6 months before.<br /><br />Let's sit back and watchBachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-1138911328892768732006-02-02T11:41:00.000-08:002006-02-03T09:16:37.306-08:00vote for me as i bore u to deathIt's elections tommorow for our college union. 2 parties a competing. hideous. that was what this week was. with all the speeches. only good thing was there was not much classes as teacheers gave up there class for parties to campaign. The first day it was okay. It is the first time i am hearing an political speech. 2nd day was also fine, as gals came along with the guys. But last day it was too much. So i didnt go to college today. I might have lost some attendance, but i am still alive. We even had one speech repeated. why do these people talk as if they r speaking to deaf people and stupid people. finally it is " i bored you , so vote for me".<br /><br />I have almost decided who ill vote for. wont spek about thinking of the far reaching consequences it may have on my health. i have travel 10 km just to cast vote. as difficult it was to decide my votes, how will i decide<br />between to useless parties for the state elections.<br /><br />here is something i came upon while browsig. it is from the site of SFI. It is like a motto saying "study struggle". it is in white in a rred background. what does it mean?<br />1. studying is a struggle<br />2. the two things u do once u get in the college are study and struggle, my sympathy goes to them<br />3. if u study u can struggle in the future<br />4. do we need anything moreBachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-1138399895299485522006-01-27T13:52:00.000-08:002006-01-27T14:11:35.306-08:00Dusty Dept.The electronics dept. at our college. what else? I am a volunteer for this thing called <a href="http://www.dyuthi.com">dyuthi</a>. I had to clean up our dept., they said the visitors should see a clean CET. I ask why hide the truth? neways i had to clean the classes. I am not an expert at radioactive dating, but i found some fossils and dust samples which existed at the time of the birth of earth........sry, CET (once in CET u have so much of this world there, i guess). It was in 1962 or somewhere near it (i am speaking of the present campus). Tests today proved that half of my lung capacity has been eroded upto 62% by the accumulation of dust. i have nothing to worry, as all the germs in the dust would have died of overeating or old age. The first thing i am going to screm at a senior is "CLEAN UR CLASS!!"Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-1137916523407375872006-01-21T23:41:00.000-08:002006-01-21T23:55:23.413-08:00Tax for marks<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4476/1938/640/DSCN1411.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4476/1938/320/DSCN1411.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tax for marks???? That too sales tax. Anyway i have paid the tax.( I wont say how much ;-) ). And here is the proof.<br /><br /><br />Joke apart, I had to get my certificate attested for my learner's licence. Got thesign from the officer in the sales tax office. Another lady at another desk misstoook my certificate for a tax return form(Does they look the same? Mabbe there r a lot of zeros in both)<br /><br />I went and took another photocopy and got it attested the right way. At the test i took 16 or17 questions to complete the test( u have to get 12 correct and there is a max of 20 questions. if u win a big"you win" will appears on the screen. if u fail you know what you get. A big big"you fail" for everyone in the office to see. it would have been scry. neways i got the learners. <a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a> Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-1137614271642633792006-01-18T11:25:00.000-08:002006-01-18T11:57:51.660-08:00Haven't seen him yetYa, it's our college principal. what was his name, again? He sits right below me( the floor below). I have seen him only once. The first time, on the day of counselling. he sat there speaking some gibberish. and I SAT THERE hearing that. oh my! it was like the interview that i had when i got into 11th. The princi there (my uncle's gr8 frient, btw) talked for some 20 minutes. i sat there shaking my head. after some time it was like being rocked in a cradle. all my energy was being diverted to keeping my eyelids open. i wonder why they get damn heavy sometimes, afterall it is just this much]. the work increased my sleepiness. It was like the thermal runaway in transistors, or rather sleep runaway(a bit ironic, isn't it?). at t -1sec , luckly, a phone came and gave me time to gather myself back. let that story go that way with somme dots......................like this<br /><br />the other time i saw the princi was when came to our class one day, told something and left. heard about his chaaran??(vass like to call him jaaran). whenever there is a little bit of noice:-) he comes up. same thing happened today. most of the class was talking, some singing(including me) and the' least bothering', some were playing cricket in class. the ball they used wouldnt break any glass but just produces the sound of that. funny, isn't it? i dont think so.<br /><br />now the question is whom to punish? he made an buji choice. the one with the bat and the one with the ball. as usual those who had been playing for an hour escaped. the one who was testing how the bbat would fell in his hands got caught. they were taken to princi's office. told our class wouldnt get another free period and we believed it:).Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19561605.post-1136997883197862582006-01-11T08:42:00.000-08:002006-01-21T23:59:56.600-08:00SHORT STORY FOR GENESIS 2006<p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style=";font-size:11;" ><br /></span></b></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"><b style=""><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style=";font-size:11;" >The Angel<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >He was sitting in his couch at home. The sun had just set. He appeared to be a bit restless. He walked back and forth for some time. Then he came over to the table and poured out a glass of VAT69. He had taken out the bottle to have just a sip. This was the big day of his life. The meeting he has been preparing for would take him a step, a big step, closer to his goal. The thought of being the most respected person in the state in a few years, from the rags that he was, made a smile flash across his face. Genuine smile was something that came along rarely in his profession. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >Just then his personal assistant came in. He reported,”Sir, Mr. Murthy is here to see you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“Yes, ask him to come in.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >The assistant left. He had been with him since he was elected the president of the youth wing of his party. He was happy to do anything as long as he was paid well. And he was good at what he did.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“Hello Thomas, you look excited”, said Murthy as he came in and took a seat. Just a look at his face would say that he was tensed to no extent, even though he was trying to put on a fake coolness.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“Don’t we have enough reason to be excited?” he replied with the smile still lingering,” Have a drink.” As he poured the scotch he asked,” How is your court case going?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“Fine, my advocate is fully confident. When will these people learn to quit. First the district court, then the high court, and now the supreme court.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“The money they spent for the litigation gets added to what you cheated out of him. You will be answerable for in heaven”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >They both laughed. They were both friends even before they were in politics. They talked about everything and helped each other. But something has started to bother their relationship lately. Soon there will be a minister from their faction and they were the competitors. They are still friends only because they needed each other for those ‘political games’.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“They will arrive soon. I will deal with them” Thomas said.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >Murthy’s smile vanished for just a moment. Of late they were having these little who-is-better games. As he was not in a mood for games he just gathered back his smile and asked,” Why don’t you come over for lunch at my house tomorrow?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“I can’t. There is this cancer centre that I have to visit”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“Showing off?” Murthy said laughing.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“What all things should people like us do to keep up our popularity?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“Ya, it is so bothering. I hope I don’t get any disease after visiting those dirty hospital wards”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“I wonder how all those people tolerate the smell!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >The assistant came in,” Sir they are here.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“Ask them to come in”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >The assistant left.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >There were three men dressed in suits. They were from a construction company which will soon take a big road development project in the city.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“Good evening sirs”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“Good evening”, both of them replied with authority. “Sit down.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“Every thing has been worked out. What money are you expecting, sirs?” the man in the middle said.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >He replied, “There are three flyovers. It is a 500 crore project. If you give us 25 crores each we will see to it that your company gets the contract. What do you say?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >The discussions went on for some fifteen minutes when they finally reached on terms. The money would be put into a benami bank account that day itself. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >Thomas couldn’t sleep that night. The neighborhood had gone to sleep. There was complete silence. He just sat there and stared at the empty darkness outside. When he just got into the bed it was excitement that kept him from sleeping. Then gradually he was carried away by a string of thoughts “Is this where I want to be?” He wanted to be in politics when he was young. He had looked forward to helping the people. Once in politics he realized that it would be better to help himself than any other. He was obsessed with the ultimate goal. Now see how far it had taken him. He felt the outside of the window to be a reflection of his inside. <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >Then when he realized the direction of his thoughts he said to himself,” Leave it. You can’t achieve anything for yourself if you are good. Go ahead with the ways of the world.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >He swallowed one more drink and lied down.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*<span style=""> </span>*<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >He was approaching to the cancer centre. In his car he sat and thought about the prick of conscience he had the previous night. He discarded it as just a bad dream. Today he is 3 or 4 times richer than he was yesterday. How many people could do that?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >He would soon reach the centre. He had to put on such shows once in a while. As he was good at dealing with people he could make use of any incident to his advantage. If he was born a little richer he would be sitting in an office with an MBA tag attached. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >The car stopped. People gathered around the car. And the usual procedures. Smiling. Waving. ‘Somehow’ his visit has leaked to the media. He put on an expression of “don’t make a great deal of it” as he walked in. he asked the media to stay outside. It was his tactic to stop the so-called-political-critics from arguing that he was showing off.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>Inside he met the duty doctor in-charge of the ward he was visiting.<span style=""> </span>“Good morning sir. I am Dr. Ramakrishnan. I have a request.” The doctor showed him to his office.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >This was what he hated most- people asking for help. Now the doctor would ask for some help from me for the hospital. After five minutes of listening, or rather just holding together his smile, he interrupted,” Everything shall be taken care of. Send a letter to my office and I will see to it that it shall be dealt with as soon as possible.” The look on the doctor’s face was not convincing. It is hard to fool these intellectual guys.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >The doctor said a little unpleasantly, “shall we visit the ward?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“Yes, of course.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >“The first person we are going to see is a little boy. He has been ill for some time now. We have given him all possible treatments available here. His parents are trying to find some money to transfer him to a private institution. They can’t afford it.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >The doctor stopped at the door and asked him to go in. He walked in with an action figure his assistant had just passed on to him. The room was all white and the boy looked pale. The only thing colourful in there was the bedside desk. It had photos and one or two drawings which must have been made by the boy himself. One was the picture of his house, which was rather small. He walked over and sat on the chair by the side of the bed. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >The boy had a mask over his mouth and the rest of the face looked like that of a ghost. His eyes were open but were just staring blankly at the ceiling. The look on his face could move any heart.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >He realized that he, the one who sits besides the boy, is the real him. Not the one trying to get attention from the public or the media. Not the fake image of him that he has grown used to.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >He said to the boy,”hi Arun, how are u feeling?” He sat their and talked with no reply. Finally he places the action figure in his hand and started moving to the door.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >Then he stopped as the boy called, “ hey mister!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >He turned around. The boy asked,” Who are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >He didn’t speak for a minute, nobody did. There was complete silence. But he was not noticing that. It was like he stumbled upon some rock and came back to his senses. The boy might have asked that just for formality sake. The boy might have thought that it was bad not to talk with someone who has come to visit him. But the thoughts that he had yesterday night, which he had hours before discarded as a dream, unraveled something. It opened up something in him. Maybe it was his conscience. Or maybe it was his spirit that he had when he was young. As everything unraveled he stood there without motion. In the whiteness of room he felt like in heaven in front of an angel as compared to the darkness he felt last night.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" >The doctor interrupted,” this is our MLA, Mr. Thomas. He is here to see you and help you and the others here.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><span style=""> </span><span style=""></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:11;" ><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>By,<br />divertido<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:";font-size:14;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p>Bachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02280188337699211305noreply@blogger.com3