Morally Obtuse, Happily Unempathetic!

The Bond of Threads, Processes and Other Strengtheners

2011-12-05T16:19:00.001+05:30

Overdrawn. Yes.
Delayed. Yes.
Intensity of feelings faded? No.
Distance related issues? No frigging way!

Again, this ain't about some guy. This is for you Shweta Nadkarni, a.k.a Tweta!

This one was long overdue for you Shweta. I miss you. Hell, yes.

Something about the pic : This was taken during the last days of engineering. Fun week. The day we all dressed as kids.
This one's an excerpt from a super PPT Tweta had created for me on Friendship Day. The best gift I ever received.

Friends make the journey worthwhile. Noted. Celebrated. Awesomeness!

An Absolute Frame Of Randomness

2011-12-05T15:55:00.001+05:30

No, I'm not going to be talking about relativity. Though yes, relativity enthralls, the theory. The best thing ever.

I was to write a post, but I guess a poem should do the job. No, I'm not a hopeless romantic. Though some people might disagree, infinitely.
Motion and motive, is in the mind. Not calorie wise for the former.

Annihilation of the strongest,
Cause he seeks no monotony, He'd be all splendid to give in to this cacophony.

Your suicide is his murder,
Conflict raised, Passion never bestowed.
And there goes your soul, a mellow attempt at loathing fear.

When you search and find no calm,
That's when you dig into memories for the very lost charm.

Amen.
I'm not sure what I've just written. Very random. I know.
But hey, I find my analogy in a random number generator. Only this time, replace numbers with words.

The Mountains, It Will Be!

2011-08-22T01:55:00.002+05:30

Sometimes, you just know it. Sometimes you're close. Sometimes, it's a conspiracy. But, you know.

I get asked, how can you be so sure, so perfectly affirmative about 'the knowing', and then the smiles take over.
Oh no, it's not love, definitely not this.

I've turned nocturnal and serious. I talk more sense ever since I graduated, like some exponential wisdom gained. I would have to mention it was similar to my Klout score increasing to 62 from 53 in one night. No, seriously!

The real question: What's with me and mountains?
The answer should be: Inseparable.

And yeah, the above's a real click. Manali. The place which has memories so strong, I could attain Nirvana/Salvation every time I close my eyes and think about the same.
'The knowing' starts here.

And apparently, it will end here too.
This post will go viral in my mind; and I'm not too keen on divulging any more details.

Subtlety, is the word here. :)

Words. Only.

2011-06-04T13:12:00.000+05:30

Hello.
Post. New. Talk. Words. Only.

Day. Describe. Boring. Lazying. Twitter. Love. Snooze. Studies.
World. Mine. Different.

Conversation. This. Pictures. Sequence. Motion. Gap. Mystery. Interpretation. Try. Dual.

Dream. Holiday. Mountains. Snow.

Ditch. Friend. One. Every. Stab. Recover. Negative. Fall. Infinite.
Songs. Rain. Pain. Cleansed.
Beginning. New. Wait. Wait.
Again. Fall. Now. Puddle. Relief.

Promise. Myself.
I. Me. My. Mine. Myself.
Universe. UNSHAKEN.

Know, Not, I Am!

2011-04-19T15:18:00.000+05:30

I feel everything that governs me; my moments of truth, my moments of deception.

Sometimes, I can tell if I am warped by something or I have tentacles that touch all points in the universe.

I am strong and I am weak. The wind is my pain; sometimes it is as light as the breeze on my face, and sometimes as fatal as a hurricane.
I drive both inside me.
I am alive and I am dead.

I am my Universe.

Sloth You Are!

2010-10-19T23:00:00.005+05:30

Philosophy was the crunch of my life, very subtle crunch.
I could crack it open without losing the flavours that governed the aura of my surroundings.
Deep thoughts with superficial actions, that’s how I defined myself most of the time; and I never found the exact term to define it, until he finally blurted it aloud!

Say what?

I met him as usual. It was the beach side.

“Baby, how is your project progressing?”

“Perfect!” I replied.

“Oh! Nice, so has the testing and integration phase been completed?”
My first reaction was my most loved gesture, the raised brow. I let out a naughty giggle. I cleared my throat to speak again; I knew this was going to be long.

“Did you know I was a perfectionist?”
He looked puzzled, that was quite expected.

“Perfectionist? You must be kidding me!”

“Alright, I’ll explain. There are two kinds of people who embrace the term perfection. The first kinds are the trivial perfectionists, who leave no stone upturned in completing anything and the second…”

He cut me short. "There is a second kind too? Wiki needs to know!"

I slammed him back, “Thank you for the sarcasm, now would you like to listen?”

“Sure!” Though, the look on face was more of a mocking one.

“And I was talking about the second kinds who start something, but have to terminate the same due to certain reasons.”

“That’s perfection baby?”

“Hell yeah! It works on the principle of ‘All or Nothing’! Either you remain in state 0 or completely move over to state 1. It’s a digital world honey!”

“Bah!”

“Nah, it’s supposed to be wah!”

And that’s exactly the moment when he finally got me the synonym of the conversation we had!
'SLOTH YOU ARE!'

Animal Torture! ;)

2010-08-28T15:37:00.001+05:30

See This!

Engineering: What Next?

2010-08-02T12:02:00.005+05:30

Four years of vanished nostalgia, four years of ultimate and unexplained bliss; is what we call engineering. Maybe you’ve already made it big or yet to pull the trigger, at some point you’d know you’d be standing at the edge of a cliff which spells the end of engineering and wonder: What Next?

And that’s exactly when the numerous options will start falling in place.

Many of us would start working; take up a campus placement job. But frankly, as Mr Narayan Murthy had quoted in early July 2010, the IT industry has taken away many engineers away from the core stream.

Choosing what decision to make after engineering depends a lot on how you see yourself in the subsequent ten years post engineering.

If it’s a stable job along with steady growth that you’re looking for, campus placements, which would mostly place you with the IT Cos., would be just fine. But if you’re more ambitious, and by ambitious I mean specific non-IT, a host of careers await you; careers which could be core engineering or completely of the alternative genre like writing, music, entrepreneurship etc.

The figures speak for themselves: Almost 70% of Indian bloggers today are engineers; if you were to dig deep into an Indian metal band, there is a strong affirmative tendency of all or some of the band members being engineers!

Today, alternative careers have become a trend after engineering, since engineering as a process has become a 360 degree learning program, in evidently based on real and practical life.

The second option would be further flexing your learning curve; a la higher education.

Here too, we’d either remain faithful to engineering and pursue a masters in engineering or technology or divert from it, in such a way where in the best of engineering could be used to develop a host of other skills like management.

If you had a particular affinity to your core subjects in engineering, a masters in the same is a natural choice. In India, the options to the same can be achieved by answering exams like GATE. If studying abroad is your preferred option, you have to prepare for the GRE, which could be a general one or a specialised subject of your choice. This has to be backed with English eligibility exams like TOEFL or IELTS.

Another popular choice is the MBA. Ideally, to pursue a masters in management, one would require work experience, but today, a fresher’s mind and attitude is what institutes look out for perfect moulding. In India, to pursue a degree in management, there are innumerable colleges, but the smart decision is knowing and choosing the right one. The IIMs, IITs and other elite colleges like MDI and XLRI feature in the best of the lot; which open their gates to aspirants on the basis of exams like CAT, XAT, MAT etc. But the actual test is getting past through the Group Discussion and Personal Interview that the institutes conduct. Hence, it so boils down that along with academic eligibility, it is very much necessary for an aspirant to have a strong all round profile which reflects extra-curricular activities and the passion to succeed.

Specially, if one is interested studying abroad for the same, it is absolutely necessary to have a competitive edge over the numerous applicants that apply. This can be only achieved by steady profile building; by following one’s passion and constructing a concrete plan for the same.

To sum it up, I’d say an engineer has a lot to choose from, given the diverse set of skills he possesses. All that is ever going to steer his way is his passion!

The Metamorphosis

2010-06-21T16:37:00.001+05:30

It was my first day without him, and I was already facing the heat.

It looked like it was going to rain. No sun. Yeah my sunshine was away; and there was no alternative.

I came to be the sunflower who worshipped the sun. But rains merged the distance. He said he would see me when we metamorphosed.

I wait for the time when the warm rays of the sun would turn to be the trickling drops of rain and I would be the rain flower; to sew in the distance that had clawed many a scars.

Metamorphosis is a function of time; and time heals everything.

He missed being on my petals, flowing down the stem at times; and I loved caressing him, making him flow like he never did.

For now, I am grooming to bloom; looking upwards to see a rain pattern. Black clouds give me a high.

I have a countless prayers inside me, that have now surfaced. Grant me my life.

The almighty assured me it would rain, and it will make me bloom. He smiled. I knew he was coming; and I couldn’t wait.

I knew he could see me, and so could I but with no complete metamorphosis, union was impossible…

Stop For A Knock!

2010-02-12T09:34:00.000+05:30

G-E-N-E-R-A-T-E!!!

Yeah, generate something… something… like what?

Jaya, this one’s for you. You wanted this to be up. Thanks for praying so hard. Your dream’s finally turning to reality! Party! :P

What’s touching me these days…?

It’s the wind, and bah… this strong sunlight which was so non-existent for 15 days while on that blissful tour.

If you really want to have a look at the pics, why not hop in here.

My last post was like ages back… no, no, it’s not whether blogging still interests me or not, I’m still so passionate about it… but now, the thoughts just don’t seem to put up in one place, so that I can frame them together… instead, all I see is a mad dance.

(A question for my thought: Hey, you guys putting up The Mate Dance huh? Just like the bees… remember, remember! LOL!)

About something significant that happened, well, I met a very old friend afer a wait of five years! Phew! Now that’s certainly something. Find the pic somewhere below.

Apurva, thanks for making it here! It was a pleasure!

I'd write more...

For now, G-E-N-E-R-A-T-E!!!

The Value Of Love (Hate) !

2009-10-06T21:05:00.001+05:30

I’m thinking about the factors that affect my loneliness.
Most of the time, I can see it coming. Though, I must admit, with an appreciable experience, now I know ways to get there…

It’s a big place; with miles and light-years of loneliness.
Occasionally, I’ve met a few distressed souls.
Some, like me, trying to engulf solitude with all their might and some, unlike me, for whom loneliness is the only alternative.

I repeat, loneliness is the key, and isolation is the lock. Both fit in perfectly, only if they’re made for each other. The rest of the times, there are a million combinations to unlock the barrier between them.

I see green rocks and purple trees. No! I’d like it to be orange.
There!!!
Soon, I find shade under the orange colored tree.
A signboard does an appearing act. It says,
‘Wish For It And Solitude Gives You.’
It sees me responding with a deja-vu look. It disappears immediately. Yeah, I am the boss!

‘Are you trying to find shelter?’
‘Nope, I’m trying to find my shoe lace. Got a spare one?’

Time for some music. Load play-list ‘Forbidden.’
Play.
Yes, I’m thinking about you when I listen to Lift by Poets Of The Fall.
Burning, soaring, high!

(Wry smile) Now, you sure know whom I'm thinking of, when it’s I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace.
What better feeling than justifying your hate!

… And so the play-list continues with a lot of Pantera, Nirvana, Metallica, Linkin Park, Lamb of God, Nightwish etc. etc.

Recharged! Replenished!
Hit me! And I swear you'd bear the same! \m/

You sure are wondering what the hate all about is. It's like this:

Would you understand the value of love if you didn't experience hate?

Quote #2

2009-10-03T12:58:00.002+05:30

The Fact That No One Understands You Doesn't Make You An Artist!

Quote #1

2009-09-21T12:28:00.000+05:30

"I Hate Green, But Love The Shades!"

( Mu hahaha... --> Skullish Laugh! )

AS DARK AS A RAINBOW’S SHADOW…

2009-07-30T23:20:00.003+05:30

A conversation’s being born in my mind. Frankly, I can’t make much sense of it. Infer whatever you can. Yeah people, this one’s out for grabs!

Read on.

(The questions are arbitrary. The answers? (Wicked smile!))

‘You seem to have lost a lot. Now, is this all you have?’

‘Never felt fuller.’

‘You look bright today. How many suns have been warming you?’

‘Ask the sunflowers in my field. Each owes a thousand.

Yeah, I’ve somehow beaten Khaled Hossini. It’s all about a million splendid suns.’

‘That’s a new smile that I see. Owe it to something? Or even better, someone?’

‘Yeah. To the zombie trying to suck your blood and pluck your fingers off.’

‘Define happiness.’

‘Sensuality in closed eyes.’

‘And how would you describe these thoughts that you have?’

‘As dark as a rainbow’s shadow…’

COLLISION COURSE: DEFINITELY, MAYBE. PROBABLY NOT!

2009-07-25T23:38:00.001+05:30

‘You think you’re gonna be alright? ’

‘I think so. Yeah, I T-H-I-N-K so!’

Smiles. Smiles. Smiles. Cries.

Pain. Revisited.

Only this time, the fire’s blue in color. Cool, you might say. (In the literal sense, of course!)

But hey, it’s still a fire.

And what would you do if you realize that water, which is referred to as poetically blue, repels this blue fire?

Thank the color of the fire which is a cool blue?

Yay! Be optimistic huh?

Definitely, maybe. Probably not.

Trust your hunches and friends, whatever they might be. You don’t ask to be a good friend. You already are, if you think you are. Mutual consent, you know.

When was the last time you cried? Maybe outa happiness, foreign particle in the eye or an even common reason: genuine pain?

As good as it sounds. No jokes.

Fear is definitely how I fall. No wait, make it pseudo fear. I never feel it whole heartedly unless I realize I’ve fallen. Hail LP!

A friend asked, what do I do about the people who aren’t in my life (losers!) anymore? Do I Shift+Del them?

Nah, I replied. I buy a new HD! Brilliant!

Now that’s what you call a life size prototype of a computer engineer.

I’m doing it again. Yes, again. I’m juggling thoughts and pieces of me. Wish me luck.

Though by now, I should pronounce myself to be a pro juggler.

Definitely, maybe. Probably not.

And when was the last time you held onto something really tight, yet silently crying ‘Don’t stay?’

When faced with a decision, toss a coin. Not cause it will settle the doubt, but to know your heart.

Cause while the coin’s still in the air, you’d know what your heart’s silently hoping for. And most of the time, we’re even better fools to ignore this.

‘Shut the doors and make some noise; So the world hears you and you feel alright.’

Ever wondered how much solace this can give you? Trust me; with me… it’s even more than meditation. Violent huh? To each, his own.

Back to LP on my cell phone. What better shoulder to fall on?

‘Pushes Me Away’ and ‘By Myself’ being my favorite anyway. Resurrection? Can’t find a better word. Yes of course.

Move on! Yes, move on! But hell yeah, not in a continuous circle.

Guess the traffic’s more than what I can take.

Applying brakes…

B-R-E-A-K! Up and away!

Definitely maybe. Probably not.

Courtesy: Collision Course Brainwash.

Resurrection -> Through A New Life!

2009-06-22T23:36:00.002+05:30

Yeah people, resurrection!

Maybe not through a new post, (Duh! This is a new post! Dumb me! But anyway, you know what I mean! Hmm.. You don't? Dumb you!) but through a new blog!

In short, I've got a new blog! Okay, let me modify it!

WE got a new blog! WE here implies to DG: That's me and ET: That's The Eternal Thinker.

So guys, head there! Be ready for some more darkness!

Witness the power of TWO!

\m/ Darkness Amplified! \m/

www.darkthinker-xor.blogspot.com

The Engineering Baba!

2009-04-20T21:17:00.004+05:30

This one was written for an essay competition, and hell no! It didn't win a prize!
Well, whatever!
Do tell me, if you like it! Enjoy the humor, and do not miss Engineer Baba! ;)

INVENTION… CHANGE… ONE… BIG…

I tried to connect these words to find the answer. Nah, too many options, just too many.

Come on, you’re an engineer! If you wouldn’t know, who would?

“Thanks for the sarcasm My Inner Voice! Now let me think!”

Puff! The cloud vanished.

Help. I needed help. I called up a few fellow engicos, in an attempt to quiz them. I did get redundant answers, alright.

I wasn’t satisfied. I called up my best buddy.

“Hey Doc! Could you think like an engineer for a minute and tell me ONE techie invention that shaped our world?”

Silence. I knew it. After a long time, a reply:

“Umm… Why don’t you CALL Engineer Baba? Wouldn’t hurt you know!”

And if you are guessing, NO, it ain’t sarcasm at work, but a link to the answer I was looking for. Hail O Friend!

CALL Engineer Baba. A task in itself. I prepared for it.

With a cool mind, I initiated it.

“Of Pistons and Cams, CMOS and Routers, Algorithms and Databases; Together We Rule, Together We Create!”

Enter Engineer Baba.

He was one of the weirdest guys I had ever seen. Long hair, nerdy look and colorfully crazy, a perfect engineer. Maybe I forgot, Engineer Baba’s an icon, the very first engineer of the Engineering Community.

“Technically, Good Evening Sir! Nice to meet you. It’s a dream come true…”

He cut me short.

“What do you want O half engineer?” (Yeah, I am in the fourth sem!)

I quizzed The Baba. He let out a scary laugh and replied, “Find the answer in the Avatar.”

“Avatar? What!?” Before I could think, this:

And then he kinda transformed himself. Now he looked more like a God, only holding a mouse in one hand, a chip in another… and wait a WHEEL in the next.

ZOOP! And then he disappeared.

I found my answer. Yeah, people, THE WHEEL!

This ONE might sound to be the most medieval of all choices amongst a host of inventions like The Cell phone, The Computer, The Internet etc. but sure is the strongest. The importance of an object is reflected by its absence. Guys think about a world without The Wheel; it’s literally impossible!

It sure has evolved over the ages.

Back to basics!

It’s found in almost every part of every machine! Think about cars! Would you even know what a car is?

IT guys! This one’s for you, how about the miniature parts of your PC? Imagine no cooling for your terminal (your PC fan, a moded wheel of course!) when you sweat it out in CS!

If robotics makes you jive, imagine a bot with no functionality whatsoever!

In my opinion, The Wheel, being the most basic of inventions, is definitely the one that shaped the world.

Give it a thought; you wouldn’t want to live in a STILL world. Get moving!

The Inner Voice v/s The Fifth Element of The Universe!

2009-03-06T13:19:00.002+05:30

Three hours of sleeping into the night almost got the better of me in college. I knew I had to hit the bed the moment I reached home. My heart followed suit.

The air conditioner played a hazy tune in the background as I made my bed and darkened the room. All set, I was waiting to prove the 'sleep-in-7-minutes' theory I had formulated. But along with sleep fighting over my brain's processor, another task of thinking was fighting for memory space.

Maybe I just slept thinking of what I could be thinking.

"You aren't supposed to be sleeping at dusk, The Dusk is the most ideal time for Goddess Laxmi to bless our homes; and I don't think she'll be happy seeing you sleep like this!, get up dum bum!!!"

It had to be mum. The realization was accompanied by groans for more sleep. But I also knew I was gonna be fighting a losing battle. Duh!
I prepared to get up. And then it happened. I was staring at the ceiling; and this, after a very long time... getting funnily hypnotized. I let out a hyena-like laugh for falling into this hypnotization shit.

But all I could do was get hypnotized again. I felt energy at my outlines, something like a silver-lining bubbling alternate blots of weird energy.
I felt relaxed and sub-ordinated.
Why the hell?
I thought it was his [;)] thoughts that gave me the feel-good factor, but nah; it's too broad for a specification like that.

I was slowly regaining conscious. I knew it was something more than that. Only this time, I didn't want to turn into Holmes and decode this stuff. I wanted to get carried away.

The light was blinding me, imagine that in a dark room! But wait! What light?
Aaw... Another hyena-like laugh!

"Do I need one of the five elements (water) of The Universe to accomplish the task of waking you up?"

Back to reality! Nothing on the ceiling! I wanted to rap!
Something like Eminem saying "Just lose it! Go crazy!"
Just that the "it" would be me!

"Mum, I need dragons spitting fire to get me off my cocoon. You think you can arrange for one?"

SWOOSH!

Guys, trust me! Sometimes water ain't that life saving, specially when you are on cuddled up on your warm bed!

;)

PREDICTING THE PAST

2009-01-25T14:56:00.002+05:30

An arbit conversation with a friend got me thinking over this. We’ve all got talking about predicting the future, but I believe, the verb ‘prediction’ not only implies in churning out something bleak and unforeseen but deciphering certain things which were unkempt and unreasonable in what we call The Past.

Time just keeps happening, whether we think about the event passing our by, or just ignoring it.

Synchronization is wholly found only in your mobile phone Setting option, which is to synchronize stuff from your mobile to other connecting devices.

But never in real time.

When we talk about synchronizing, it’s mainly about two arbit stuff trying to look good together with a third invisible parameter called time. But realize it; time is the one that breaks the sync power.

For any event happening, a ThinkPad on the same involves time, and wherever this exists, or rather plying, there are bound to be mismatched hurries.

And voila! As this happens, it is unhandsomely proclaimed as The Past. And you are at the same position as you were before, you didn’t know what it was and neither can you guess now.

Time has no boundaries. The Past merges with The Present, and The Present with The Future.

Prediction is invoked when we have a merger of The Future with The Past…

Arbit theories, as random as random numbers… Well, now, comments guys! J

LINKED!

2009-01-25T14:54:00.002+05:30

Maybe the days of regular blogging are in. I knew I had to catch up with it anyways. Passions don’t die, just improve with time… Aah! (That was from the ThinkPad! :P)

Days are going on real awesome. College has started.

BTW, the SE Comp class’s got promotion! That’s from the Ground Floor to the Second Floor! Whoa! Great achievement, isn’t it? :P

We’ve got a whole new range of subjects. Guys, we actually have a subject called SAD (System Analysis and Design). Now, now, now, that’s one self admitting statement, oh yeah, engineering does get sad, real SAD at times!

Well, somehow, college’s kinda refreshing, new subjects, better Profs, well I find it so, cause of probably the freshness. Will definitely get redundant with time! Aye Aye!

The other day, a couple of friends, we were discussing our profile pics on Orkut.

Mine’s the Linkin Park symbol, I so love it… I mean there are other things in life which I love more than the depiction, but they definitely can’t be ‘pictorised’!

Back to the LP symbol, thinking about it got me into listening to their songs, how much I adore each one of them!

That’s when I thought I could write ‘something’ for LP. No, don’t consider me crazy like the million fans LP have. This is just a fair attempt at improving my writing skills. Talk about enveloping!

So, finally, have a look… it’s an arbit composition. I have no idea what I could label it as: a poem, a story, a prose or whatever.

Better, I’d call it a dedication.

Enjoy it! (You will, if you adore LP, that is! J)

It’s VALENTINE”S DAY and MR. HAUN gets up with the NUMB feeling of something CRAWLIN’ on his skin. He knew he wanted NO MORE SORROW cause he wanted to end up in BREAKING THE HABIT. His FAINT attitude feels the HIGH VOLTAGE but he also know NOBODY’S LISTENING.

He asks himself “WHAT I’VE DONE”, he wants to RUNAWAY but he finds no way, no answer, as he whines “SOMEWHERE I BELONG”.

He moves ONE STEP CLOSER thinking he’ll LEAVE OUT ALL THE REST but all he got was LYING FROM YOU. He seriously wishes to cry out loud PUSHES ME AWAY. All he sees is PAPERCUT paranoia.

Finally, he cries out, showing his anguished veins, it’s MY DECEMBER and he finds his POINTS OF AUTHORITY for he says with an accomplished feeling, “I’ve found a PLACE FOR MY HEAD.”

And now, IN THE END, he feels victory as involuntarily as he finds himself with his HANDS HELD HIGH!

The Poetic Revival

2009-01-22T14:39:00.003+05:30

Now, it's been a real long time since I wrote something! (Shit, I've said this before in one of my previous posts! :P)
Well, it wasn't like I wasn't writing... Maybe I'd put it this way, writing something which I really couldn't translate to be on Morally's...
Yeah, some new interests, new bubbled out talents... Indulged in writing poems!

Okay, don't 'duh!' yourself from here... I know many of us ( including me, in the past tense!) hate poems... They just seem too structured. And we guys, anything arbit is the next best thing!
I've written like 42 poems in a month! People, trust me, it just happens!
Or maybe, some external factors did let IT happen!
Anyways, am glad...
So, maybe a small demo...
One of my poems, find it below... If you think my poem-writing hibernation paid off.. Get back, I'd love to share my poems with you!

Or else, it's the same damn ol' blog waiting to be read... Of course made interesting!

A PATH LESS TRAVELLED

A sunny day, a dusty street,
And I wish to be teleported where our paths would meet.

The air feels dry, but my thoughts heavy,
As the wings of unfamiliarity push themselves in a mode so fiery.

My response to this stimulus is filled with uncertainty,
For my brain anguishes with variegated vanity.

I bring out the best and let the skies get marvelled,
As I lift my rucksack to conquer the path less travelled.

I'd love a feedback!

Ciao!

The Engineering ‘Un’advantage!

2008-11-01T17:52:00.001+05:30

Nurturing a dream is one thing and getting nurtured (unnurtured in this case! ) is another.

Engineering was/is one such nurture.

Much of my thoughts, like of many others wistfully sublimed when shot with what next after school.

Hardly a made up matter, but it WAS and HAD to be engineering!

And there were definitely many reasons to it, not one being redundant

Finally, I am in an engineering college to air the reasons.

The Fresher Year was fun. All we had to do was get ragged by seniors, awe at the marvelous campus and the pen-ultimate would be to find the answers to many a questions that we actually sung… like Somewhere I Belong by Linkin’ Park, but yeah hardly study. It’s like a reward for the extreme ‘tortures’ that we faced in answering all those coveted (Yeah right!) engineering entrance exams. Not to forget the difficult times to choose which college would be our den for the next four years.

Later in our post-junior year, the scene:

Academics (Here, it is personified, mind you!) as if in frustration gives you back all that you ‘possibly’ deserve…

Like deadlines for completion of journals, no notes and material to study from, attendance issues, sad outdated frustration-invoking subjects, sadder classmates who’d be nine pointers cause they’ve got the awesome, flattering ability to rataa-marofy every single line in the text book and so on…

Output: Utter frustration, fed-up feeling and an attempt to unbelong to engineering.

But hello, all these feelings are invoked internally, like in program compiling.

But, you possibly wouldn’t succumb to all those. At the most, all you could do as a consequence of the invoking would be crib to like-minded studs (other frustu engicos! :P), give up for a few days… (Engineering ultimately sucks you in!) and in my case would be writing a yayaver blog! (LOL!)

But hey Mr. Engg ain’t that bad. The infinite techie terms which engineering teaches us find their way recursively in blogging rather than my sem-end answer booklets!

One example:

Me and a group of friends were treating ourselves for dessert at Baskin Robin’s.

The infinite flavors available always put us in a fix.

Me- “Hey, I think I’d satisfy myself with World Class Choc” (It’s a flavor!)

A friend- “Hot choc over pineapple for me.”

Me- (Getting tempted by the hot choc topping…) “Hot choc topping for me too!”

A friend- “Err… Shradha, ain’t hot choc over World Class Choc a bit redundant?”

And that left me thinking about the word REDUNDANCY rather than the redundancy itself!

Boy, now that’s the story of how our ice-cream got a bit ‘techie’ised!

There are many more of these… I’d probably have a ‘blogfull’ of these!

Two more years of bliss with vengeance and I know I WOULD and HAVE to make it!

HAIL-O-ENGINEERING!

Duh! :P

The Syntax Of A Resurrection 'Under'statement!

2008-08-19T15:01:00.003+05:30

It's cold and raw. As I look around, the earth seems funnily flabbergasted. The sky, that of a sarcastic hue. I feel like being woken up with a start! I start imagining movement. I reluctantly flag my imagination and as if in acknowledgment, I see a candid illustration in the sky.Like what???
I make sure to hold me, to hold me in one piece so that I can make sense of what I see. An imaginary brush is wading through the sky. I concentrate at it now.
This brush, it first makes a long straight line and then a semi-circle from the end point of the same line. The curve's been adjusted the way we adjust the curves in CAD. (Wow!, I can actually relate!) The curve's small and stops at the mid-point of the same line. Not over as yet. Inclining itself at 45 degrees to the same line, it starts to rush out till it's at level with the same line again.
Eh? Like WHAT was that?
My eyebrow's raised and am literally gasping about what I see. My concentration's getting concentrated to the ultimate level; so much so that I wonder whether it could actually ignite a fire!
As if sensing my helplessness, I see a replay again.. again AND again!
Suddenly, the dumbness inside me fades and I realize it's a..... "R"!
(I almost thought it was a big fat "L" for me! Shit! Though I know I can't really call myself one now! P.S:"L"oser!)
"R"?
What's that supposed to mean? My name doesn't start with an 'R' and neither my latest crush's! :P (Ya right!)
I grit at this... Yeah still gritting... Gritting and gritting...
And that's when I see the answer!
REVIVAL! RESSURECT! RISE!
What?"I am not dead!” I shouted at the voice within!'Ahem!!!' was the answer I got!
My face suddenly has a change of expressions and the whole thing suddenly makes sense.
The Dark Gal's turning into a dead one! I sympathize with my blog which hasn't seen much of me since June. Oh my.. I can actually hear it’s cries and wails! :P
What a hint! I almost 'un'figured it!
Two months has been a long time and I must admit; I have been lazy and busy, occupied and a couch! (Neutralized eh? :P)Yeah whatever!
i am IN now! And now it's getting dark again! (It's absolutely not my problem that the night has stolen the darkness from me! :P)Hahahaa... (The weird and wicked one...!)
Put all this in an endless loop... Ha!
Infinity should be the infinite answer! :)

The fabrication of a ‘lost’ gain!

2008-06-13T15:58:00.004+05:30

With the skies a gleaming white, everything so lucid and forever enriching, all worth a dropdown. Or better, a showdown.
But am not one of those guys who’ll admire it to the core; spiritually and literally.

I have a relational database and I don’t really take much time relating this scene to a few scattered events.

Loneliness is the key and isolation is the lock. Both fit in perfectly. But not always!

Starring through the window, I get stuck in the still image being set in front of me. Movement could still mean stillness. That’s illusion.
The only unnatural sound is the tinkling sound of a drop of rain falling over a crushed can of bear, and am not happy.
Silence is golden, but an impurity in gold makes you think. So, I better be thankful.

Shifting my eyesight downwards by about seventy-five degrees, I can see some movement that is definitely not human.
I make my day. I see a green tree snake lurking in the wet grass. I smile. Awesome beauty.
The other day illusion and distance blew me. Mistook a full-grown earthworm for a baby snake.
Sighs!

I hate green but I love the shades.

Have an old blow up poster re-pasted on the walls of my room. Maybe to commemorate the winds of change. It’s one of the best of my High-Skies collection.

The Mormugao Port is barely functional, cause the rains make it run into ‘dry’ business. Didn’t really hear about weird ship names like “Pyaare Amma” (Japanese or Indonesian vessel) from dad. Subjects of a hearty laugh.

Rains do make me more nature-inclined. At least for a month or two. My resistivity to the same hits an all time low.
I feel like an electron following the conventional flow of current. (Too conventional!)

And now, all that I wanna do is wake up…

DUH!

Careless whispers...!

2008-06-09T17:53:00.002+05:30

There was something about this tree which was different. Even when there are numerous such trees in the campus, yet this one attracts me, to the core!

Never been much of a tree lover; in fact, never been one. But, this one has left me stranded, wanting for more, and maybe I just can't get enough of it.
I am standing looking at it, in the hot sun, blinking at it, as if this is all what I've been waiting for my whole life.

The graceful falling of the red flowers, as they say in the light summer breeze has a different air to it.

This tree has always been there. But only autumn has made me realize its presence. The college is always abuzz with activities. Sounds of laughter and jokes swirling in the corridors.
With more than a thousand students in the campus, I still wait and have a look at the Gulmohar tree. Its always like it's saying something to me. And me, am endlessly smiling to it.

The tree, sometimes complaining of excessive blooms only in the autumn, cause that's the only time I've marveled at it.

The red flowers on the green grass seem like heaven. Even a bad sem paper can still mean am smiling with folded hands, glancing looks at the tree.
It definitely has a story to tell, but maybe I just pretend to listen; though the only action I perform is getting mesmerized.

Careless whispers...