Ah! The Humanities course is finally done! And we don't have another one until 3 more semesters :D Not that I've anything against the humanities courses as such, they are interesting, but I affirm they are excruciating, especially, to us (engineers-to-be) who don't find it appealing to cram and cram names, dates and all such seemingly insignificant facts.
This course ED201 - History of Art and Art Appreciation, undoubtedly incurred the wrath of all my fellow students. The fact that the course has quite arbitrary relevance to our major, didn't help the situation.
Now, off to turn in my last (hopefully) history assignment.
EDIT:
Yeah, finally it's done. Few last minute finishing touches to the assignment and lo! there I hand it over to the TA. I'm so relieved! I'd fun with it just before giving. I completely forgot to add references and there I scribble on the front page :)) (I know references come last, but then, I couldn't care less)
I didn't get all the print-outs in time. So this is what I come up with, when I racked my brain for a few seconds -
"Visuals for design movements couldn't be printed due to time consideration."
Haha! I mean, it's pretty obvious I don't care about it half as much as I ought to. But then, I could do with providing some kind of answer as to why the images were missing.
Anyway, it's done. It's gone for good.
Cheerio
Monday, November 19, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Virtual Reality
When friends living a couple of rooms across prefer instant messaging to conversing, it gets me thinking. We seem to be depending more on our virtual counterparts than our real self. Online resources are becoming easier than ever. Talking to people living a few miles away through the internet is quite befitting, but that per se is no real reason to extenuate a meeting. It is essential to realize that the virtual image might not always be consistent with the real one. More often than not, warped understanding ensues.
A couple of years ago, my cousin had written this piece-
"Talking about living, I fear we have reached a stage where the virtual lives are taking control over the real lives a la the matrix. Be it the forums we visit, orkutting we do, online avatars we exhibit, blogging we do, we project a virtual image of ourselves, so much so that incase our real selves ever meet, one may indeed be a tad disappointed to find that the real selves are not as impressive as the virtual identities are."
An articulate thought. Two years from then, not much has improved and if anything, flourishing online resources have just amplified the exigency of understanding this rationale.
A couple of years ago, my cousin had written this piece-
"Talking about living, I fear we have reached a stage where the virtual lives are taking control over the real lives a la the matrix. Be it the forums we visit, orkutting we do, online avatars we exhibit, blogging we do, we project a virtual image of ourselves, so much so that incase our real selves ever meet, one may indeed be a tad disappointed to find that the real selves are not as impressive as the virtual identities are."
An articulate thought. Two years from then, not much has improved and if anything, flourishing online resources have just amplified the exigency of understanding this rationale.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Flash!
Firstly, I'll satiate one too many inquisitive friends who couldn't stop themselves from breaking on a wild-goose chase to find out the exact story behind one of my previous posts. That script is fiction. Unreal. Non-existent. Replace it with any synonym that mollifies you. Such plots are contrived when one is bored to death. I would have thought it's simple for you to figure that out. Enough said.
It so happens that I went into a week long hibernation. Incidentally, my last post was also on a Friday. After a week of frenzied activity, I'm enjoying my well-earned break. And a nice one it has been so far. With a good lot of surprising and strange things around me, I'm surely having a wonderful time.
Talking about strange things, I was hit by a deer today in my campus. Imagine peacefully riding on your bicycle, on your way to mess and getting hit by a deer running at an amazing speed. Well, I was going to the Cauvery mess and when I was near Himalaya (That's a building that's supposed to be a mess), a deer rushes in front of me crossing the road. Next moment, I turn to look towards the lawns and flash! I see a deer glaring at me galloping dangerously and crossing the road orthogonally to me. Added to it, there were deers all around apparently on some sort of race to cross the road and I found myself in the middle of their path. Forget about reaction time, in one flashing moment, the deer ran and hit me straight on the shoulders and that's all I know. I lost control of the cycle and it grounded. Much to my comfort, I wasn't grounded. Possibly, I bent down instinctively and the deer kind of hopped off me. I found foot-prints of the deer on my sleeve and that's the only way I knew what happened. There were many who saw this but few who cared as they went about their daily routine. After all, it was a hot day and I wasn't really hurt.
What impressed me much was the view I had of the deer galloping. I was directly in its path and it showed no signs of stopping. One leap, it was on my shoulder and another one had it off me.
I heard about cats crossing the path. But, getting hit by a deer-
Now, Is that supposed to be lucky or something?
It so happens that I went into a week long hibernation. Incidentally, my last post was also on a Friday. After a week of frenzied activity, I'm enjoying my well-earned break. And a nice one it has been so far. With a good lot of surprising and strange things around me, I'm surely having a wonderful time.
Talking about strange things, I was hit by a deer today in my campus. Imagine peacefully riding on your bicycle, on your way to mess and getting hit by a deer running at an amazing speed. Well, I was going to the Cauvery mess and when I was near Himalaya (That's a building that's supposed to be a mess), a deer rushes in front of me crossing the road. Next moment, I turn to look towards the lawns and flash! I see a deer glaring at me galloping dangerously and crossing the road orthogonally to me. Added to it, there were deers all around apparently on some sort of race to cross the road and I found myself in the middle of their path. Forget about reaction time, in one flashing moment, the deer ran and hit me straight on the shoulders and that's all I know. I lost control of the cycle and it grounded. Much to my comfort, I wasn't grounded. Possibly, I bent down instinctively and the deer kind of hopped off me. I found foot-prints of the deer on my sleeve and that's the only way I knew what happened. There were many who saw this but few who cared as they went about their daily routine. After all, it was a hot day and I wasn't really hurt.
What impressed me much was the view I had of the deer galloping. I was directly in its path and it showed no signs of stopping. One leap, it was on my shoulder and another one had it off me.
I heard about cats crossing the path. But, getting hit by a deer-
Now, Is that supposed to be lucky or something?
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Awesome day!
Finally it's here! The one thing I've been longing for. Whoa! I'm so excited! It's quiz time! (Okay, now that's sarcasm, just in case you missed it :P) It's that time of the semester when junta who give a damn for courses, junta who are muggers and RG-dopers alike run around with photocopies of stud notes, slides, graphs and stuff. IIT just isn't that fun without these exams ;P
It's Friday! The weekend's on! Though, it's not exciting in the same level as it used to- what with quiz week kicking off the coming monday.
I'd a very frustrating evening at the field. Came to the room in sort of a down-spirit and became even more angsty to find my hostel junta not behaving properly and they (obviously) bore the brunt of it including a recent online friend.
That said, I was very intent on making up for the day. Had quite a blast at gurunath, tarams, ascendas and bikes and barrels. Tried a new beverage here in gurunath- Red bull. It's completely BS. Over priced and totally hopeless. I recommend against spending bucks on it. Though, if you're like me and don't mind trying out new stuff, you could do it. The taste is decent, goes along the lines of berries. This bikes and barrels is the sort of a pub which has decent music but not really that entertaining in any other way.
I was unbelievable tonight! Imagine walking up to the bartender and asking for a glass of water! He gave me the sort of What-the-hell look. My friend took over and placed an awesome but decently priced order. Having a girl in the group does make things more comfy. We went to the ground floor of the pub where only couples, foreigners and groups with girls can haunt the place. My friend already quite dizzy was giving a flaky look to a hispanic female standing in the corner and she actually came up to him to ask him if he were interested in her. Wow, did he get the jitters! He was speechless and even his not-so-sober state couldn't handle an unknown female. But the girl was nice. She was talking about everything from spain to latin america. She loves hitch-hiking and travelling and India is a part of her travels. She wants to make a sort of travelogue- which is a short film about her travels that she can show it back at her university. We reached the outside of the pub through the hotel-entrance and she took a video and loads of pics. Too bad that we didn't bring a cam. After she went away, I argued like hell with my friend that she came up to him only to take the video and not 'cos he is a lady killer! 'course he never agreed and that went on till we reached our beloved insti. We had loads of fun and really forgot the quizzes completely!
Dinner with pizzas. Back to hostel and back to blogging! As an aside, my hair's all messy. After the disastrous hair-dress it's becoming even more awesome!
I could go on forever, but I feel the math notes on my desk is doing its best to seduce me. Well, I guess, I'll give it a shot!
Ciao!
It's Friday! The weekend's on! Though, it's not exciting in the same level as it used to- what with quiz week kicking off the coming monday.
I'd a very frustrating evening at the field. Came to the room in sort of a down-spirit and became even more angsty to find my hostel junta not behaving properly and they (obviously) bore the brunt of it including a recent online friend.
That said, I was very intent on making up for the day. Had quite a blast at gurunath, tarams, ascendas and bikes and barrels. Tried a new beverage here in gurunath- Red bull. It's completely BS. Over priced and totally hopeless. I recommend against spending bucks on it. Though, if you're like me and don't mind trying out new stuff, you could do it. The taste is decent, goes along the lines of berries. This bikes and barrels is the sort of a pub which has decent music but not really that entertaining in any other way.
I was unbelievable tonight! Imagine walking up to the bartender and asking for a glass of water! He gave me the sort of What-the-hell look. My friend took over and placed an awesome but decently priced order. Having a girl in the group does make things more comfy. We went to the ground floor of the pub where only couples, foreigners and groups with girls can haunt the place. My friend already quite dizzy was giving a flaky look to a hispanic female standing in the corner and she actually came up to him to ask him if he were interested in her. Wow, did he get the jitters! He was speechless and even his not-so-sober state couldn't handle an unknown female. But the girl was nice. She was talking about everything from spain to latin america. She loves hitch-hiking and travelling and India is a part of her travels. She wants to make a sort of travelogue- which is a short film about her travels that she can show it back at her university. We reached the outside of the pub through the hotel-entrance and she took a video and loads of pics. Too bad that we didn't bring a cam. After she went away, I argued like hell with my friend that she came up to him only to take the video and not 'cos he is a lady killer! 'course he never agreed and that went on till we reached our beloved insti. We had loads of fun and really forgot the quizzes completely!
Dinner with pizzas. Back to hostel and back to blogging! As an aside, my hair's all messy. After the disastrous hair-dress it's becoming even more awesome!
I could go on forever, but I feel the math notes on my desk is doing its best to seduce me. Well, I guess, I'll give it a shot!
Ciao!
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
I decide
"I'm feeling so sleepy but I have to go to class now"
Taking a cue from Stephen Covey- "Why do you have to go to class? Is it a have or want?
"WANT? Why would I ever want to go to this dreary lecture? It's have. I just have to go!"
"Why?"
"ATTENDANCE! I need attendance!"
"Why do you need attendance?"
"To complete this course. I have to complete this course to get my degree. I need my degree"
"You need your degree?"
"Uh... yeah. I need to pass out of IIT with a clean academic record."
"Need?"
"Um... okay. I want to pass out of IIT with a clean academic record."
"Hm... let's go back. You want a clean academic record. You want to complete this course. You want attendance. So, You want to go to the class. There you have it!"
... I got off the bed for the 8 AM lecture.
This internal tape is very common. It is so common that overtime, the 'want-to-do' shifts to 'have-to-do'. There are no masters and there are no puppets. After everything that is said and done, the fact remains that it is my choice.
I decide.
Taking a cue from Stephen Covey- "Why do you have to go to class? Is it a have or want?
"WANT? Why would I ever want to go to this dreary lecture? It's have. I just have to go!"
"Why?"
"ATTENDANCE! I need attendance!"
"Why do you need attendance?"
"To complete this course. I have to complete this course to get my degree. I need my degree"
"You need your degree?"
"Uh... yeah. I need to pass out of IIT with a clean academic record."
"Need?"
"Um... okay. I want to pass out of IIT with a clean academic record."
"Hm... let's go back. You want a clean academic record. You want to complete this course. You want attendance. So, You want to go to the class. There you have it!"
... I got off the bed for the 8 AM lecture.
This internal tape is very common. It is so common that overtime, the 'want-to-do' shifts to 'have-to-do'. There are no masters and there are no puppets. After everything that is said and done, the fact remains that it is my choice.
I decide.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
On the sunny side of life
Fresh from a night out and having nothing to do but wait for one hour to go to a class on a saturday morning, I figured the next best thing would be to write. Life is not all fun, but then, who can stop me from writing on the sunny side of life?
Life is pleasing because every morning I wake up, I have a whole new day ahead of me that is fully under my control; an autocrat, if you will.
Life is fun because this place, an IIT, has tons and tons of people of my age and who are in turn very fun to be around.
Life is too good because after all the endless activities, I still get time to be alone and date myself, yes, talk to myself about ME.
Life is exciting because I love my course of study.
Life is interesting because I happen to encounter some stupid, arrogant %$#@ junta now and then, and learn that instead of getting back at them, I can keep my sanity.
Life is amusing because I just happened to understand that I am awake and waiting to go to a class after not crashing for the last 72 hours.
Life is sensational because I partially found out what I was looking for all this time.
Life is thrilling because I'm planning to go hiking alone in dangerous woods.
Life is astonishing because I found out I could actually prove the long established norms wrong, like you "have" to sleep everyday and others.
Life is satisfying because I grew to the idea of controlling myself totally and putting mind over matter.
Life is enriching because I happen to meet people who show me what I'm missing out in life.
Life is endearing because I found the love of my life, which is Me.
Life is great because I'm learning something new every day.
Life is good because the chilling shower awakens me from the slumber.
Life is delightful because I love the cool morning breeze that greets me.
Basically, life rocks because I refuse to accept otherwise.
Cheers!
BTW, got a new haircut and shave that had actually made my lazy pals come up to me to tell me how weird, strange, odd, different, freakish... I look.
The worst one was a quizzical face from a classmate that could only be read as "Why?"
The best one was an ex-classmate startled by my 'hello' and turning to me to say, "Oh, Krishna! I didn't recognize you!"
But, the bottom line is, I love it. So pack!
Friday, August 31, 2007
It's not you... It's me...
Honey, We need to talk...
A walk down the greenery.
Listen... It's not you... It's me... I have changed...
Relentless silence (It's like the calm before the storm)
erm...
(Oh Man! This is damn worse than I expected!)
It's time for us to think practically. We... erm... seem to have grown apart in the last few months...
I know it's hard...
You got to move on. You have to find someone else...
Don't give me that look.
Look... Can you drive back to your place? Or do you want me to?
NO! Not for that. I told you. This is over.
We are through...
Why don't you take a matured view? Why do you make me want to snap on you?
There is no why... (Why can't this just end now?)
You want to know why? YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?
That passion is lost! Your very sight repels me now! I don't feel anything while holding you or kissing you! Not anymore...
Why can't you let go?
You are so stupid. You never knew me. You never realized what I was capable of. You were too immersed in your love. Go drown yourself in it!
You are foolish. Do you know who I am?
I am Shady. Did you hear that?
I AM SHADY!
A walk down the greenery.
Listen... It's not you... It's me... I have changed...
Relentless silence (It's like the calm before the storm)
erm...
(Oh Man! This is damn worse than I expected!)
It's time for us to think practically. We... erm... seem to have grown apart in the last few months...
I know it's hard...
You got to move on. You have to find someone else...
Don't give me that look.
Look... Can you drive back to your place? Or do you want me to?
NO! Not for that. I told you. This is over.
We are through...
Why don't you take a matured view? Why do you make me want to snap on you?
There is no why... (Why can't this just end now?)
You want to know why? YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?
That passion is lost! Your very sight repels me now! I don't feel anything while holding you or kissing you! Not anymore...
Why can't you let go?
You are so stupid. You never knew me. You never realized what I was capable of. You were too immersed in your love. Go drown yourself in it!
You are foolish. Do you know who I am?
I am Shady. Did you hear that?
I AM SHADY!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Dreams...
I just figured, I could actually liven up my day!
My room is totally messed up!
My right wrist is infinitely screwed up!
My laundry is finally done!
My muscles stopped aching after the hockey sessions!
My first set of five quizzes start in 11 days!
I'm confident of acing two and failing the remaining three miserably!
It's Raining! It's Awesome!
It's 2 minutes to midnight and I still got 80% of an assignment yet to be done!
...and, I'm blogging!
Oh and by the way, I saw that girl again, she still looks pretty! (That's strange... duh!)
I'm on a changing spree!
Rescheduling my time!
Refurbishing my room! (Do flowers fit in a boy's dorm room?! What say, Leela?)
Starting a whole new fitness schedule! (Jogging? Running? Swimming? Gym?)
My room needs a new look and a new feel... I got excited and wrote a list. Now, where's that...
1. Couch
2. Brand new computer
3. Flowers(?) No kidding
4. Air conditioner (are they for the labs alone?)
5. Glass windows
6. River view
7. TV
8. Microwave oven
9. Scotch always on the cards
10. A cute girl to cuddle on the couch...
This is in my mind-
My room is totally messed up!
My right wrist is infinitely screwed up!
My laundry is finally done!
My muscles stopped aching after the hockey sessions!
My first set of five quizzes start in 11 days!
I'm confident of acing two and failing the remaining three miserably!
It's Raining! It's Awesome!
It's 2 minutes to midnight and I still got 80% of an assignment yet to be done!
...and, I'm blogging!
Oh and by the way, I saw that girl again, she still looks pretty! (That's strange... duh!)
I'm on a changing spree!
Rescheduling my time!
Refurbishing my room! (Do flowers fit in a boy's dorm room?! What say, Leela?)
Starting a whole new fitness schedule! (Jogging? Running? Swimming? Gym?)
My room needs a new look and a new feel... I got excited and wrote a list. Now, where's that...
1. Couch
2. Brand new computer
3. Flowers(?) No kidding
4. Air conditioner (are they for the labs alone?)
5. Glass windows
6. River view
7. TV
8. Microwave oven
9. Scotch always on the cards
10. A cute girl to cuddle on the couch...
This is in my mind-
Whoa! So cosy... and ___ and ___
And then, I remembered, this is IIT not MIT :x
For now, let's just dream on...
Blogging is cool! I found two great blogger friends Abhishek Leela (I've never seen them even though we live in the same campus!)
Thursday, August 23, 2007
I don't even know her name...
I've written this post in a class, today (4 hours ago), as a way to get through the damned 50 min. lecture.
All around me, people started filing in to find seats. I tried to find someone I know to sit through this dreary lecture. I looked all around -
Involuntarily, our eyes met once. She is pretty. I looked away, still in search for a seat.
Five minutes later...
The course is Machine drawing theory. A study that is built on the last sem's Engineering drawing(I felt horribly repulsed by it and managed to make it through with the lowest possible grade) And, I reckon, this course would be no different.
I look around. Determined to find a way to get through the class without crashing. I figured writing is the next best thing to do. I took an arbit book out to start writing.
Class is dull. The kind of classes you know you have to get used to, now that you are in college. It's a large room. Mech. and ED students stacked up together. With 8 Air-conditioners, I guess, it's supposed to be an AC room in the least. Not one of them functioning. It is hot! damn hot and no fans either. The room is brightly lit, what with 36 lights all around us to make sure the prof. clearly notices each one of us. Today it is 120 students.
The girls are all together, a couple of rows ahead of me. I am seated 20 feet away from the prof., so I can safely write this thing while he goes on and on about screws and stuff.
A cursory glance across the room has my attention resting on a girl who I've just seen five minutes earlier. Yes, I was right. She is pretty. I've never seen this girl earlier. The pathetic girls to boys ratio made things quite bad. I don't care about this course or this room. I've decided to write on this girl.
Apart from the obvious fact that she is from mech., I've no idea who she is. She is GOOD! Fair with attractive features.
Oval face. Smooth, clear and glowing complexion. The hands were soft - like they show in the cosmetics ads and all... Facial features were awesome. Sharp nose accentuated the features and strengthened her looks.
She is meticulously taking notes. I can see she is just half interested, stifling a yawn, now and then. Taking a moment or two on rare occassions to have a word with the girls that sit on her either side.
She smiles suddenly. Wow! Beautiful smile. It's been ages since I've seen such an amazing person. Has peculiar facial features that interest me. Lovely eyes! So small and that contract even more when she laughs. This laugh makes up for the boring class that I have to sit through.
I take a moment off this girl to see what the prof. is teaching. I hear him saying, "This concludes..." I don't know what he concluded and I couldn't care less.
I looked at this girl again. I wondered who she is. How could I miss such a nice girl from my campus? I wondered whether she has anything else going for her than her pretty looks . For all I know, she must be hating guys and having a bad attitude. This was such a momentous thought, that I immediately frowned. Then... No! This girl looks decent.
She wore a flowing white dress that augmented her grace. A light blue jeans completed the terrific look. Did she spend hours before the mirror before coming to the everyday classes? Or does she look this good all the time?
Suddenly, the prof's voice cut through my sweet reverie, louder than usual. "Class is adjourned" Students started rushing out. I felt totally refreshed for the next class and it's a pmt!
I felt a short, mild vibe to talk to her in the least and thank her (lol) for getting me through this damned class. Then, I remembered; I have better things to do ;P
As I rose to leave, it hit me and I chuckled to myself -
I don't even know her name...
All around me, people started filing in to find seats. I tried to find someone I know to sit through this dreary lecture. I looked all around -
Involuntarily, our eyes met once. She is pretty. I looked away, still in search for a seat.
Five minutes later...
The course is Machine drawing theory. A study that is built on the last sem's Engineering drawing(I felt horribly repulsed by it and managed to make it through with the lowest possible grade) And, I reckon, this course would be no different.
I look around. Determined to find a way to get through the class without crashing. I figured writing is the next best thing to do. I took an arbit book out to start writing.
Class is dull. The kind of classes you know you have to get used to, now that you are in college. It's a large room. Mech. and ED students stacked up together. With 8 Air-conditioners, I guess, it's supposed to be an AC room in the least. Not one of them functioning. It is hot! damn hot and no fans either. The room is brightly lit, what with 36 lights all around us to make sure the prof. clearly notices each one of us. Today it is 120 students.
The girls are all together, a couple of rows ahead of me. I am seated 20 feet away from the prof., so I can safely write this thing while he goes on and on about screws and stuff.
A cursory glance across the room has my attention resting on a girl who I've just seen five minutes earlier. Yes, I was right. She is pretty. I've never seen this girl earlier. The pathetic girls to boys ratio made things quite bad. I don't care about this course or this room. I've decided to write on this girl.
Apart from the obvious fact that she is from mech., I've no idea who she is. She is GOOD! Fair with attractive features.
Oval face. Smooth, clear and glowing complexion. The hands were soft - like they show in the cosmetics ads and all... Facial features were awesome. Sharp nose accentuated the features and strengthened her looks.
She is meticulously taking notes. I can see she is just half interested, stifling a yawn, now and then. Taking a moment or two on rare occassions to have a word with the girls that sit on her either side.
She smiles suddenly. Wow! Beautiful smile. It's been ages since I've seen such an amazing person. Has peculiar facial features that interest me. Lovely eyes! So small and that contract even more when she laughs. This laugh makes up for the boring class that I have to sit through.
I take a moment off this girl to see what the prof. is teaching. I hear him saying, "This concludes..." I don't know what he concluded and I couldn't care less.
I looked at this girl again. I wondered who she is. How could I miss such a nice girl from my campus? I wondered whether she has anything else going for her than her pretty looks . For all I know, she must be hating guys and having a bad attitude. This was such a momentous thought, that I immediately frowned. Then... No! This girl looks decent.
She wore a flowing white dress that augmented her grace. A light blue jeans completed the terrific look. Did she spend hours before the mirror before coming to the everyday classes? Or does she look this good all the time?
Suddenly, the prof's voice cut through my sweet reverie, louder than usual. "Class is adjourned" Students started rushing out. I felt totally refreshed for the next class and it's a pmt!
I felt a short, mild vibe to talk to her in the least and thank her (lol) for getting me through this damned class. Then, I remembered; I have better things to do ;P
As I rose to leave, it hit me and I chuckled to myself -
I don't even know her name...
Monday, August 20, 2007
Running out of days...
I find it hard to believe I'm writing this after a few weeks into the semester. There are things that are thrown on me and need action and then there are those for which you are invited if you have "brains, nerve and enthu" Why would I run away? More so, I'd be virtually blind, if I didn't notice the oppurtunities skulking around the corner.
To a question from one of my good friends, I had the clichéd answer- 'I don't have time'. She queried further - "Don't you have time to do things?" or "Are you not making time for them?" I was baffled beyond words. For I knew the answer, only it's much harder to admit.
Living in a locale amidst endless bustle; I can't go wrong when listening to this song-
There’s too much work and I’m spent
There’s too much pressure and I admit
I got no time to move ahead
Have you heard one thing that I’ve said
And all these little things in life they all create this haze
There’s too many things to get done, and I’m running out of days
And I can’t last here for so long
I feel this current it’s so strong
It gets me further down the line
It gets me closer to the line
And all these little things in life they all create this haze
There’s too many things to get done, and I’m running out of days
All these little things in life they all create this haze
There’s too many things to get done, and I’m running out of days
Will all these little things in life they all create this haze
And now I’m running out of time I can’t see through this haze
My friend tell me why it has to be this way
There’s too many things to get done, and I’m running out of days
- Running out of days (3 doors down)
To a question from one of my good friends, I had the clichéd answer- 'I don't have time'. She queried further - "Don't you have time to do things?" or "Are you not making time for them?" I was baffled beyond words. For I knew the answer, only it's much harder to admit.
Living in a locale amidst endless bustle; I can't go wrong when listening to this song-
There’s too much work and I’m spent
There’s too much pressure and I admit
I got no time to move ahead
Have you heard one thing that I’ve said
And all these little things in life they all create this haze
There’s too many things to get done, and I’m running out of days
And I can’t last here for so long
I feel this current it’s so strong
It gets me further down the line
It gets me closer to the line
And all these little things in life they all create this haze
There’s too many things to get done, and I’m running out of days
All these little things in life they all create this haze
There’s too many things to get done, and I’m running out of days
Will all these little things in life they all create this haze
And now I’m running out of time I can’t see through this haze
My friend tell me why it has to be this way
There’s too many things to get done, and I’m running out of days
- Running out of days (3 doors down)
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Run! Run Hard! Run Fast!
10 month hiatus. A long one it was...
I love this feeling. I love the way my body is aching.
Long before the twilight of last year, I ceased doing one of the most exciting things in IIT-M. If my memory serves me right - it was november. A rather gruesome month - what with all the endsems and certain other things. I got stuck up in the room. More like a couch potato, brusquely put. Hockey, footer, cricket... all desires vanished into thin air.
Today will be a memorable day for me. My first match in the institute hockey field. My first ever match in any institute field. It was a practice match. And this one coming after 10 months of no physical activity.
As much obvious as it is, to say the least, I got seriously pained - physically and psychologically.
It was good. It was damn good.
I love this feeling. I love the way my body is aching.
Long before the twilight of last year, I ceased doing one of the most exciting things in IIT-M. If my memory serves me right - it was november. A rather gruesome month - what with all the endsems and certain other things. I got stuck up in the room. More like a couch potato, brusquely put. Hockey, footer, cricket... all desires vanished into thin air.
Today will be a memorable day for me. My first match in the institute hockey field. My first ever match in any institute field. It was a practice match. And this one coming after 10 months of no physical activity.
As much obvious as it is, to say the least, I got seriously pained - physically and psychologically.
It was good. It was damn good.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
On contemplation and its darker side...
Sleeping late into the afternoon sucks. Woke up with a nagging mild headache that is triggered by crashing for more hours than the body requires.
Turns out, thoughts are stressful. Contemplation on just about anything consumes enormous energy and consequently forces unnecessary stress on an already overworked but under-stimulated mind.
Most of the evening was chased away at gurunath - the campus get-together, satiating the long lost hunger for good food. It was amazing as to how I could be so immersed in a campus paper when my friends were chatting incessantly on arbit topics.
Walking down to my hostel, I realized I was still thinking, thinking of that which I can't recollect now. The paper fluttered noiselessly in my hand as I carried it all the way to the room, although I couldn't figure out any use to it.
Come the quadi and I find myself settling down near the pavillion watching my hostelites play footer. I kept with the game for sometime and then lost track. Into the much hated contemplative mood of things-that-are and things that I want them to be. Good for me that I didn't delve into the line of thinking of things-that-were. I was brought back from my short reverie (or was it 30 min?) abruptly as the football tore through air and missed my left eye by a couple of inches. The due concerns were raised but of course, no one really expects someone immersed in a chain of thoughts when being a couple of meters away from one of the goal-keepers.
I got up and realized the players have changed considerably and I, whose aim was to play, found myself doing something way different from what I should be doing. Anyway, I just had food, so considered against playing.
Now, what's this rant about? Thoughts.
Some people refuse to think before acting and some think way too much before acting and there are some who just think relentlessly and don't act.
The choice is mine.
Turns out, thoughts are stressful. Contemplation on just about anything consumes enormous energy and consequently forces unnecessary stress on an already overworked but under-stimulated mind.
Most of the evening was chased away at gurunath - the campus get-together, satiating the long lost hunger for good food. It was amazing as to how I could be so immersed in a campus paper when my friends were chatting incessantly on arbit topics.
Walking down to my hostel, I realized I was still thinking, thinking of that which I can't recollect now. The paper fluttered noiselessly in my hand as I carried it all the way to the room, although I couldn't figure out any use to it.
Come the quadi and I find myself settling down near the pavillion watching my hostelites play footer. I kept with the game for sometime and then lost track. Into the much hated contemplative mood of things-that-are and things that I want them to be. Good for me that I didn't delve into the line of thinking of things-that-were. I was brought back from my short reverie (or was it 30 min?) abruptly as the football tore through air and missed my left eye by a couple of inches. The due concerns were raised but of course, no one really expects someone immersed in a chain of thoughts when being a couple of meters away from one of the goal-keepers.
I got up and realized the players have changed considerably and I, whose aim was to play, found myself doing something way different from what I should be doing. Anyway, I just had food, so considered against playing.
Now, what's this rant about? Thoughts.
Some people refuse to think before acting and some think way too much before acting and there are some who just think relentlessly and don't act.
The choice is mine.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Is this true? or Is that true? and Is there a truth?
There was this senior who, while taking intro sessions, had asked me to rate my happiness quotient on a scale of 10. I, unperturbed and swift, answered a score that I couldn't disagree more today - [this is a note to myself, on what things are and what they could be in future] I would be tempted to write down the score. But I desist. Though, I'm quite sure, if this question would be asked by that person again, I would tell him to @#$& &$#. Not to put a fine point on it but any question coming from him would be met with the same answer, as a result of some matters that had come to be.
At half past 3 in the morning, with one of the disco nights music playing on my computer for a change, I begin to wonder, if what one desperately likes to have now, would remain as true, in a couple of years, months, days and hours(?)
The value we place on a thing would effortlessly depend on the environment we live in. As an obvious consequence, it takes effort (read - really great effort) to overcome this reflex and assume an identity. An identity that would conform to itself irrespective of the circumstances-to-be and the circumstances-that-are.
This line of thinking soothes me, when I'm down, imagining the things that I would rather have and the things that I would, otherwise have had. After all, it might not be what I want. duh! there it comes... This fleeting bliss of uncertainity quickly resolves itself into anxiety as I note that this would also mean, I might be wrong in the things that I'm very much sure of.
I would stop the thought at that and go crash, which I should be doing since I've athletics practice at 7 AM (!) Btw, whose decision was it that shady will go practice at 7?
Trusting my banshee screamer alarm, that is quite capable of screaming the whole wing down, if I don't turn it off.
At half past 3 in the morning, with one of the disco nights music playing on my computer for a change, I begin to wonder, if what one desperately likes to have now, would remain as true, in a couple of years, months, days and hours(?)
The value we place on a thing would effortlessly depend on the environment we live in. As an obvious consequence, it takes effort (read - really great effort) to overcome this reflex and assume an identity. An identity that would conform to itself irrespective of the circumstances-to-be and the circumstances-that-are.
This line of thinking soothes me, when I'm down, imagining the things that I would rather have and the things that I would, otherwise have had. After all, it might not be what I want. duh! there it comes... This fleeting bliss of uncertainity quickly resolves itself into anxiety as I note that this would also mean, I might be wrong in the things that I'm very much sure of.
I would stop the thought at that and go crash, which I should be doing since I've athletics practice at 7 AM (!) Btw, whose decision was it that shady will go practice at 7?
Trusting my banshee screamer alarm, that is quite capable of screaming the whole wing down, if I don't turn it off.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
I get knocked down But I get up again You're never going to keep me down
This song is too good... and it chances to fit into my plans for the next semester :)
We'll be singing
When we're winning we'll be singing
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times
Oh Danny Boy
Danny Boy
Danny Boy
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times
Don't cry for me
Next door neighbour
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (we'll be singing)
You're never going to keep me down (when we're winning)
I get knocked down
But I get up again (we'll be singing)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (we'll be singing)
You're never going to keep me down (when we're winning)
I get knocked down
But I get up again (we'll be singing)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
-Tubthumping( Chumbawumba)
We'll be singing
When we're winning we'll be singing
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times
Oh Danny Boy
Danny Boy
Danny Boy
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times
Don't cry for me
Next door neighbour
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (we'll be singing)
You're never going to keep me down (when we're winning)
I get knocked down
But I get up again (we'll be singing)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (we'll be singing)
You're never going to keep me down (when we're winning)
I get knocked down
But I get up again (we'll be singing)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again (pissing the night away)
You're never going to keep me down
-Tubthumping( Chumbawumba)
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Great life!
Life rocks! Literally... Why? who cares... night out again. 3:30 AM and a sweet, calm euphoric effect(caused by you-know-what :D )
I've been listening to this song titled "Bawitdaba" by Kid rock. It's really good... I reckon it's the 20th time today that this song's been playing on my comp.
And yeah. Whoever out there who feels life's boring, depressing or whatever crap... just chill! You have more to life than feeling around for all sorts of stuff that happened or that 'can' happen... Life's just a place to chill out.
Dude... When taking things too personally, just ponder over this: Talking about life, you NEVER get out of it alive! So, why bother about arbit stuff? take it simple and sweet. Pack things if they're becoming too serious. You are here to live! You are here to enjoy! Do it! Now!
Go!
Have fun!
MY NAME IS KKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
KKIIDD RROOCCKK...
Shady
I've been listening to this song titled "Bawitdaba" by Kid rock. It's really good... I reckon it's the 20th time today that this song's been playing on my comp.
And yeah. Whoever out there who feels life's boring, depressing or whatever crap... just chill! You have more to life than feeling around for all sorts of stuff that happened or that 'can' happen... Life's just a place to chill out.
Dude... When taking things too personally, just ponder over this: Talking about life, you NEVER get out of it alive! So, why bother about arbit stuff? take it simple and sweet. Pack things if they're becoming too serious. You are here to live! You are here to enjoy! Do it! Now!
Go!
Have fun!
MY NAME IS KKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
KKIIDD RROOCCKK...
Shady
Friday, June 29, 2007
Drama can make your life miserable. Run! Run while you still can!
Let's discuss on the pros and cons of the drams in your life...
Stay along with me. Will you? It's got importance... one day you'll learn ;)
Now... since I'm pretty much biased on the negative side of the drams in life. First let me talk about the positives...
Not many I should say. Unless you're a thoroughly jobless guy seeking some activity to while away time, it's not of much use to you. Well, I can see some guys shaking their heads wide. To them... this post is not for you. Go find the drama of your life.The jobless guy would of course be heavily motivated by the minute aspects of the suspense, thrill, excitement and the multitude of emotions in the course of a drama. That is all to pros.
Now onto the cons...
I've only two words to say - It sucks :x
Get a life! Have fun!
Stay along with me. Will you? It's got importance... one day you'll learn ;)
Now... since I'm pretty much biased on the negative side of the drams in life. First let me talk about the positives...
Not many I should say. Unless you're a thoroughly jobless guy seeking some activity to while away time, it's not of much use to you. Well, I can see some guys shaking their heads wide. To them... this post is not for you. Go find the drama of your life.The jobless guy would of course be heavily motivated by the minute aspects of the suspense, thrill, excitement and the multitude of emotions in the course of a drama. That is all to pros.
Now onto the cons...
I've only two words to say - It sucks :x
Get a life! Have fun!
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Your blog has been created!
Well... finally I’m here.
Thought of starting off blogging since long back... A dreary night out and peaceful songs on the comp finally pushed me to take the first step.
Now as the song Exodus by Evanescence plays softly in the background, I begin the journey to realize something I feel I would...
What better than blogging to satiate my passion for writing? So let’s start...
Thought of starting off blogging since long back... A dreary night out and peaceful songs on the comp finally pushed me to take the first step.
Now as the song Exodus by Evanescence plays softly in the background, I begin the journey to realize something I feel I would...
What better than blogging to satiate my passion for writing? So let’s start...
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