All is holy that starts holy!

This rush... This absolute rush of warmth, happiness and joy. I just could not let it pass. Such was the intensity. Such was the purity of its presence.

Dec. 14th 23:45 hours.
After having just vacated the house in Hosur, we (my room-mate and me) moved into the house above with Vikas and Prakash. After a tiring and already overwhelming day,
I decided to slip into the sweet state of unconsciousness confident that nobody here knew about what the coming day meant to me.
I felt a slight tinge of sorrow that I was not in a position to celebrate it with my loved ones.
Sivaprasad gets a call from someone and apparently the person(s) is waiting outside the door. So I see him open the door and some familiar voices came in. A minute
later I realised it was Umang. I lazily opened my eyes and saw Kiran and Umang gazing towards me from the bedroom door. What? KT and Umang? The guys who live almost 4 km. away? Here? Now? Why? Oh okok... my last day in Hosur.. maybe some quality time was all it was.
"adi, I need your hard disk yaaar... I'll return it to you in the morning before you leave," said KT. (really ? all the way till Anand Nagar just for a hard disk? wow this guy must really like movies)
I was hesitant. But hey, what's the big deal? Then he said "Hey let me first check out the movies and then I'll decide if I want it."
wow... ok "No problem", I said, a little bewildered. Something's not right.

Dec. 14th 23:55 hours.
I was sitting there proudly parading all my movies in the hard disk. He was definitely diggin it. The others... Umang, Vikas, Sivaprasad and Prakash walk in and drag me to the other bedroom.

Dec. 14th 23:58 hours.
Vikas's bedroom. A cute cake in the middle of his bed. Lighted candles. Me in front of it. Awesomeness. Tears of joy in my head.

Dec. 15th 00:00 hours.
I've completed 22 years. Cake is being smeared all over my face. And what have I learnt in these 22 gifted years?
FRIENDS DO NOT LET YOU FEEL EVEN THAT SLIGHTEST TINGE OF SORROW. Afterall I did celebrate with my loved ones. (It need not be the same loved ones every year. :P)

Thanks to Umang for the perseverance in bringing the act together.
Thanks to Kiran for the patience in distracting me.
Thanks to Vikas for the choreography of the act.
Thanks to Sivaprasad for the 5.5 months of Hosur thrills.
Thanks to Prakash for the support and wishes.
A huge thanks to the world for existing.

Madikeri

There were times when the roads feared the tyres
There were times when the steering wheel made more than 4 turns
There were times when the shock absorbers stretched the other way
And there were times when we experienced just as much gravity as there is on the moon
Kudos to that driver in COORG

Cool it was, with pleasant fragrances
Overwhelming it was, with beautiful ranges
Outdoors were like the breeze of bliss
Rugged roads and crude nature stirred up passions
Great experiences and exuberance --> hill stations




and coming soon..... Jiddu's thought plunged into my consciousness.

Gespräch

God: (smiling and sneering simultaneously)
Human: I want you to say "cool"
God: Cool
Human: (in a very poised manner) I want one
God: An answer?
Human: (nods)
God: What's the question?
Human: (shrugs)
God: Then, first ask the question.
Human: (after a while) Is it true that the question itself is the answer?
God: What?! That's nonsense
Human: So, then there's no question?
God: No. no. no... There is 'the question'. Okay... let me tell you ... The truth is ... "There's no answer."
And the question is "WHY DOES THE QUESTION NOT HAVE AN ANSWER?"

God disappears...
Human disappears...
Salvation.

PS: People who can't move on quickly will mentally and truly become OLD.

!...!

Hail the world, there're no rules in brain's spa
riding and revealing with a plethora of thoughts

hail the world, there're no rules in brain's spa
Titillating are the effects like an idea-froth

and then come the negative energies like a pack
after the innocent mind admits its fall

-------------------------------------------------

lying around in blood would be the brain's spa
persistent, it rejuvenates and kills the anathema

low and slow it picks up a good call
yearning and craving for a never-ending panorama.

MunnaR

Visiting Kerala this whole week with family!

Revering Rev

It was about 44 degrees outside... The heat was killing me... I was riding on my middle-class, less luxurious, high mileage-yielding bike on the six lane road. The hot puffs of air hitting my face made me want to just quit driving and find some shade to simply lie down. I had quite a distance to go and my speed startled me. The traffic light was about to turn red and there were two cars ahead of me. These cars were in front of me for the past half an hour. Both were built for vrooming speeds and looked like hot super models of the car-world.
I had to get past these cars at any cost or I would be stuck there for the next 65 seconds without movement. So, I recklessly squeezed my slimbie between the two awesome upholstry clad beasts and zoomed past them just escaping when the signal was
orange.
Aahhh.... freedom.... finally ... I was able to ride in the second gear!
I pitied all those other motorists who had to stay there on a beautiful, smooth, six-lane track and yet not even move an inch because of the typical muscle fatiguing Hyderabadi traffic jam with hot polluted air all around them.
:(
There is some form of incompetence in our inspirational methodology...
1. We bring a Volvo bus but do not maintain the roads for it.
2. We bring an alcoholic cool culture but do not know the likes of it.
3. We mimic a slang but can't pull it off.

*For hell's sake, we elect a leader and do not even bother to check if he/she is doing his/her job.

PS: Boredom reigns!

Angrez...

Guess the feminine gender for the following words. It turns out to be quite interesting.
Statutory warning: Guessing the feminine gender is quite hazardous and causes creativity cancer. Only people who are completely jobless like me must venture. Article 666 of APRS.

Masculine:
1. Dog
2. Bachelor
3. Drake
4. Drone
5. Gander
6. Horse
7. Lord
8. Stag
9. Wizard
10. Baron
11. Jew
12. Instructor
13. Negro
14. Executor
15. Fox
16. Jack-ass
17. Peacock


At least attempt all of them and check out the answers below.

Feminine:
1. Bitch
2. Spinster/maid
3. Duck
4. Bee
5. Goose
6. Mare
7. Lady
8. Hind
9. Witch
10. Baroness
11. Jewess
12. Instructress
13. Negress
14. Executrix
15. Vixen
16. Jenny-ass
17. Peahen


If you got
more than 7 correct - cool
less than 7 correct - can chill better
jack-ass/ fox/ executor correct - nerd!


PS:
If you are sufficiently bored, even Wren and Martin can entertain you!

TC HF

Far from closure

Rarely do I find it in someone...
But when I do, it is unparallel
Emotions stir up as nothing can be done...
And to vent them, I say and tell.

But now that you seek
or so I think
I kissed life's cheek
Only to let love touch brink.

Like showers of rain which are part of a cycle
My heart stoops down at the end of the debacle.
"Please stay with me forever", I wish to say before the low
But you do depart from solemn prospects to create more woe

In the end I praise Her for the thoughts that I vocalize
or at least in this blog I tend to verbalize.


/* dedicated to the word "crush"*/

The Eric Cartman philosophy

Man says to nature: "Hey... Respect my authoritaaa!"
Nature replies: "Screw you guys, I'm going home!"
_/\_

Blog Business

Awesome online event during APOGEE - 2010 (BITS Pilani's tech. fest.)
http://www.craclife.wordpress.com

?-?

Holi--> Bhaang--> My friend

it si like two minds have been switched on...

I am definitely great and i admire me becaousd i wrote this while iam still high know.

nono


memory loss
not exactly butr typing really hard.... memory gone but keeps coming back reminding that memore can be lost like this.


wait
wsait

u realise power of drug and it sccares you... because you are sckared of the power.

may be you experiment..
thats wy i got and admire me

enough

its like a porgram that is run
shluod experience but not addict.
i am completely happy with this world and it sould stay. but how long??limarikka


very straining... to do stuff

super lethargic that's why forgettin


no focus no focus no focus see impoetant

The Last Lecture

Randy Pausch... Carnegie Mellon University speech!

Pheeld Tryp

image courtesy (power plant control room): google

Did you ever feel that the education system in India is more classroom oriented than practical? A Japanese student starts to experiment and assemble stuff like watches, gears etc. at the age of 10. A tenth standard student in India on the other hand does huge mind numbing problems on capacitors, not realizing that condensors and capacitors are the same or that they can be found even in a normal fan!
While some of the bureaucrats might beg to differ, me and my many friends are on the same page here... The page where you see the picture of a fresh creative mind being squashed to shit by useless, impractical and outdated ideas. Yet, in this hell-hole of the Indian pedagogical system, there are some worthwhile people who care enough to go out of their way and show their students what they are actually gulping down their intellectual guts. It is because of profs/teachers like these that some of the institutions manage to gain an edge.
We were recently out on a trip to visit NTPC in Dadri. Around 28 students including 3 profs (Dr. P Srinivasan being one of them) embarked on this educational tour which took one whole day. I would like to narrate to you all, my experience of this fabulous journey*.
The bus started from Pilani at around 11:00pm on 11th Feb. 2010. Pagadala and Bijjam were the two most familiar faces to me throughout. We shared ipods, cracked jokes on every god damn thing in the universe, slept on each others' shoulders and mumbled profanity about the rash driver together. We finally reached Dadri (close to noida) at about 6 am on the 12th. The accomodation wasn't great but very huge and very tiny people adjusted quite well. :) Rahul and I loitered around the acco. making up stories of comic escapades. (we both are quite creative on that note... but this post is definitely not one of those)
Everyone got back on their feet by 8:15am and we all had breakfast which resembled our mess food in so many ways that some of us were internally crying.
We finally got to the plant at around 9:30. It was a coal based thermal power plant having four 210MW boilers and one 490 MW boilers adding up to a total of 1030 MW. (one more 490 boiler was yet to be inaugurated) We were taken around and shown almost every significant component of the plant which was quite overwhelming because
- most of us never expected to see something, that is a prospective 15 mark question in a cdc comprehensive exam, live!
- all of us felt so puny in front of these gigantic metallic power-beasts that made noise enough to wake you up from your deepest slumbers.
After a three hour tour around the plant we reached the NTPC plant canteen to have a bite and guess what was waiting there.... BLOODY MESS FOOD! Though the food was "healthy and sufficient" we were all happy for the fact that the trip was in keeping with what we had imagined. After a little bit of resting in the lawns outside the canteen, we were taken to GT-ST combined cycle plant which was of 829MW capacity. This was a more state-of-the-art power plant and was very interesting. We were told that it runs on CNG (compressed natural gas) or HSD (diesel). The plant was much more compact and sophisticated than the coal based one. After a lot of questioning, understanding, discussion and agreement, we moved on to a place called the "ash-mound". Ash from the coal plant was heaped into the shape of a small hill near the plant and vegetation was grown on it which made it look like a beautiful picnic garden. Everyone played on swings and other child-play equipment there, which made our profs wonder if we were really mature enough to understand the seriousness of the trip. Nag became the lead and the explorer on the mound and was at the peak of his analytical and observational abilities (for a not-to-be-named girl) while Rahul followed around with his ever-green poise and calm.
Calling it an awesome day, we all started back at around 5pm, had some tasty and non-mess like food on the way and reached Pilani at 1:30am on the 13th.

*though the journey was really good, I did miss out on the batch snaps of my wingies... sorry guys and thx for the cool pics at my batch snaps. :)

Clapology

We were discussing the typical Wimbledon audience clapping-etiquette the other day and realized how up-tight those people are. There are only two deductions anyone can draw from the mass-behaviour exhibited by them.
They are not at all expressive. (or)
They constrain themselves a lot. (you know, bottling up)
I think they even have a pre-fixed number for how many claps they can clap after each point, each game, each set and finally each match. Most of them have a mental decibel counter such that they don't clap louder than that dictated by the queen or the referee or whoever decides these things for them!
Now, while clapping, if you are amongst Wimbledon audience, you must dispose of a perfect sitting posture i.e. your legs and thighs, thighs and torso, arms and biceps .. must all be at perfect right angles. And after the appropriate number of claps or t = t1 (pre-fixed) whichever occurs first, you should stop clapping. In some cases, the match referee might say "Thank you"(in the mike) while you are clapping. This should be translated by your brain to all your motor nerves as "Drop dead now!" Obviously, no "woo-hoo"ing or "boo"ing. Hence, one would enjoy a lot more by sitting in front of the TV at home than by being in Wimbledon.

*Note: If you see a guy clapping while standing or shouting slogans or encouraging the players, you can be sure that he'll be vehemently condemned.

Credits:
1. Pogo - Shuttle freak
2. EC - Sarcasrtic commentator
3. Ghajini - PJ Man
4. Pandi - Gay for Fedex

NORMAL DISTRIBUTION

Born was I with a pinch of wisdom

Raised was I with virtues of martyrdom

I have seen the world, I lived it myself

Shrewdly cruel everyone was & I was no elf

Why do I think? why do I act?

Is it not for thought? is it not for action?

Void this life is... as that was the pact

Full of life yet no traction

Why the gloom (or glee)... why the melancholy (or joy)...

There's nothing to lose nothing to benefit

Live here die there... None seems holy...

But as long as here... know the here and feel it!

I wonder what future has in store for me...