First Day, first show. First Day, first bunk. 3 ka 4 credits. Classes. Music. Nanosciences. Better mess. 3 notebooks this sem!! Whiteout by Ken Follett. Ragging. Ankita S. MSB 208. Go Jam! Movies. 512 MB and music all through. More classes. The french babes. Shasstra going to be kool. Quizzes are there. All books gone from lib. Lightening strikes my comp. Pack books, buy LAN card. Movies. Mugai wugai chhodo, ye quiz wuiz to har sem ka naatak hai. Music, I love it. I also love the physical metallurgy lab. 10 days to go. Nanotubes are so toxic for grades. This mess is shit. I don’t want to do any research project. LAN gaming. More classes. Finally, some holz. Shaastra. Pooja. Nupur. I wrote, what can’t be named. Pooja again. Oh shit, the Quizzes again. I M cupping. Music. Gandhigiri. Ankita A. The status changed. The same mess again!! What’s the need to announce quiz marks? Don ka remake banana mushkil hi nahi, NA-mumkin hai!! Who was that second prof?? Mess pains me the most. High Resolution- Transmission Electron Microscope. Atlast, the room is clean. Metallurgical and Materials engineering in 4 classes!! Hey DEAN, its raining, send a car to go to mess. Aankhon ki gustakhiyaan… Its still raining. Colloidal crystals. Rapid solidification. Chill Max prof’s giving assignments (@#$&). Cogging is the secret of my energy!! Modeling and simulation.
And finally these slots’ end-sems , i.e. A ll--B alls to be--C astrated--D uring the--F inal--G o………………..a nice sem though………. :)
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Math Guru
MATHEMATICS GURU
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Some of the humorous pictures i found while surfing that made me roll......
I can't imagine what my school's math teacher would have done If I had written such things in my examinations......
Sunday, August 13, 2006
AC bus + AC room + 5 star restaurant + AC Taxi = Awesome fun
That was my first trip with friends, when finally after 2 years of give ups the gang sets out its way to pondicherry. "The plan seems nice, weather is on our side" and we finally get to depart with plans of a royal trip with every single part of it luxurious.
Packed our bags, kept required clothes, food and money and we set out our way to the beginning of the best. Ah, there comes our AC bus, a densely packed bus of tams letting us just to breath. And we were lucky that we were standing on both of our feet. Biryani being eaten on one side, wall of humans on one side, a woman vomiting on third and rest 3 of us on fourth side of me, hell it was with burning heat. It was like a mental as well as physical torture, even worse than local buses running near my hometown. But no problem dude, its just 2 hours journey and that’s going to end like nothing as we start farting but then which actually ends in 3 and a half hours. And we at last reach pondicherry. And now the second step, yes our taxis. We somehow get to the market and get two TVS bikes.
Now what would one do after such a journey, yep we are going for dinner. Hey look, there ‘our kind’ of 5 star restaurant, yeah don’t think too low, it was a decent AC restaurant with good food. And now, after we are charged again, the endless search starts for a room to spend the night. Hopes are high, empty rooms are out of sigh. “The whole pondicherry is full saar!!!” That’s the only clue we got to search our room, though we tried into at least 20-25 hotels, and even 5 star ones. Finally the gang decides to spend the night at beach. Trying to spend the time lying down, gang is farting, its 2 am now. Suddenly a spark ignites the passion and we get on to our ‘AC taxis’ and start searching for a wine shop and yes dude, we finally get one. We buy some and happily start for beach again. The devil was waiting there, two policemen stop our bikes and asks us for our driving license, bike papers, check our bags and leave us. And after adventurously getting out of the police station we finally sit down at the beach, start drinking the wine with the namkeens. The time passes, we are happy in our ‘AC room’. We finish that and go to sleep.
Sharp at 3:30 am, people start roaming there according to their schedule of morning walks. Everyone then gets up and starts biking again to a south Indian restaurant for breakfast. And then the morning fresh ride starts to the Auroville beach to see the French babes. The day was very hot and those babes were making it hotter. The fun in the sea water was awesome. And of course, swimming with holding hand of one of those babes was the best part of the episode. But soon, just in two hours, the heat A and heat B dragged us out of the sea and forced us to leave the place, as tam junta also started occupying the place.
Reaching the city again, we found a nice bar, where we sat for an hour and had the delights, the wine, the food, and the farts. Soon it was all over, there was nothing left to do in the city and we returned the bikes. We then went to the bus stand and get on to our way to Chennai.
It was our first time, and the moments we spent, totally contradictory with the topic were really awesome. All in all it was a really nice trip, a change in life, just the freshness on needs in a college like IIT. Cool (breeze) and hot (the babes) beached were really nice to enjoy up to full. Thanks to fully faltoo fundaes of prithu sharma and friends’ enthusiasm who made us go in a whim to our very first adventurous trip.
Packed our bags, kept required clothes, food and money and we set out our way to the beginning of the best. Ah, there comes our AC bus, a densely packed bus of tams letting us just to breath. And we were lucky that we were standing on both of our feet. Biryani being eaten on one side, wall of humans on one side, a woman vomiting on third and rest 3 of us on fourth side of me, hell it was with burning heat. It was like a mental as well as physical torture, even worse than local buses running near my hometown. But no problem dude, its just 2 hours journey and that’s going to end like nothing as we start farting but then which actually ends in 3 and a half hours. And we at last reach pondicherry. And now the second step, yes our taxis. We somehow get to the market and get two TVS bikes.
Now what would one do after such a journey, yep we are going for dinner. Hey look, there ‘our kind’ of 5 star restaurant, yeah don’t think too low, it was a decent AC restaurant with good food. And now, after we are charged again, the endless search starts for a room to spend the night. Hopes are high, empty rooms are out of sigh. “The whole pondicherry is full saar!!!” That’s the only clue we got to search our room, though we tried into at least 20-25 hotels, and even 5 star ones. Finally the gang decides to spend the night at beach. Trying to spend the time lying down, gang is farting, its 2 am now. Suddenly a spark ignites the passion and we get on to our ‘AC taxis’ and start searching for a wine shop and yes dude, we finally get one. We buy some and happily start for beach again. The devil was waiting there, two policemen stop our bikes and asks us for our driving license, bike papers, check our bags and leave us. And after adventurously getting out of the police station we finally sit down at the beach, start drinking the wine with the namkeens. The time passes, we are happy in our ‘AC room’. We finish that and go to sleep.
Sharp at 3:30 am, people start roaming there according to their schedule of morning walks. Everyone then gets up and starts biking again to a south Indian restaurant for breakfast. And then the morning fresh ride starts to the Auroville beach to see the French babes. The day was very hot and those babes were making it hotter. The fun in the sea water was awesome. And of course, swimming with holding hand of one of those babes was the best part of the episode. But soon, just in two hours, the heat A and heat B dragged us out of the sea and forced us to leave the place, as tam junta also started occupying the place.
Reaching the city again, we found a nice bar, where we sat for an hour and had the delights, the wine, the food, and the farts. Soon it was all over, there was nothing left to do in the city and we returned the bikes. We then went to the bus stand and get on to our way to Chennai.
It was our first time, and the moments we spent, totally contradictory with the topic were really awesome. All in all it was a really nice trip, a change in life, just the freshness on needs in a college like IIT. Cool (breeze) and hot (the babes) beached were really nice to enjoy up to full. Thanks to fully faltoo fundaes of prithu sharma and friends’ enthusiasm who made us go in a whim to our very first adventurous trip.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Roti, kapda, makaan and connectivity
I have been trying ‘tits’ for tats of life from so long. Right from the school days to days now and as of now this is going to continue forever. Some people call this as ‘life’. People have definitions for other social values also. One of those includes the basic necessities of life which with time has evolved from roti (food) to makaan (house). As technology is touching the limits of success and fuelling the human temptations, I have been feeling an urge of adding another word to the list, i.e. the connectivity. Everyone today desires at least these four things.
Just imagine a day, you are a businessman and your office’s phone is not working; imagine a day of college and your cell phone’s validity period is over; just imagine a day that you have applied for several companies for placement and your internet is not working; imagine a day, its your birthday and your phone is not working.
This is not the case only with phones but also with transport. Just look at the roads of your city, how densely they are filled up with vehicles round the clock. Each one of us, every other minute has to reach somewhere. These till now is being facilitated by our parents, the phones, the laptop and the desktop, the car, the bike, the clothes, the food and every other thing. These all are part of life, realizing every necessity of life, I can summarize that I am really trying ‘tits’ for tats of life and I keep on promising myself that I will keep on trying harder and get to the target of these four the roti, the kapda, the makaan and yes the connectivity.
Just imagine a day, you are a businessman and your office’s phone is not working; imagine a day of college and your cell phone’s validity period is over; just imagine a day that you have applied for several companies for placement and your internet is not working; imagine a day, its your birthday and your phone is not working.
This is not the case only with phones but also with transport. Just look at the roads of your city, how densely they are filled up with vehicles round the clock. Each one of us, every other minute has to reach somewhere. These till now is being facilitated by our parents, the phones, the laptop and the desktop, the car, the bike, the clothes, the food and every other thing. These all are part of life, realizing every necessity of life, I can summarize that I am really trying ‘tits’ for tats of life and I keep on promising myself that I will keep on trying harder and get to the target of these four the roti, the kapda, the makaan and yes the connectivity.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
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