Thursday, November 5, 2009

Return of the M-man.

Two days ago, which makes it four days, just four days, before the project presentation, we decided our topic. And to exacerbate things, the net in the hostel, and college for that matter, stopped working. The firewall crashed they say. That's not all. Our project guide, who's a big ignoramus in almost any topic under the sun, disappeared suddenly. A few days back, I had asked him for his number as he was our guide and all, to which he was, if I am not mistaken, surprised. I have no clue why, but whatever the reason was, was valid enough for him to give me his fake number. So, we continued with the topic we had earlier decided, which was vast enough to give us the heebie jeebies. That, we should have realized much much much earlier. But we didn't. This forced us to seek shelter in nearby net-cafes. Now, there are two of them. One is never empty and the other has PCs slower than Babbage's original. I could have gone to far off net-cafes but I didn't wanna waste money on petrol. And that would've been unnecessary petrol-use, no? So I stuck to the neolithic net-cafe. Never have I googled so severely and well, desperately, for something, anything that might give us some clue, any clue, to help us move further. Or rather, start. Again, dead end. There were hardly any results of any use to us and those that were of some relevance, were papers which had to be bought off the site to view completely. We did have one e-book that had helped us a bit but we had scrutinized it to the last detail and enough to not find any new info. Then, to worsen things, we heard about internal tests. Four tests(!!!), ten marks each(!!! ^ !!!), scheduled for the same day as the the day we have our project presentation on. We then paid a certain professor a brief visit to see if he had anything that might be of any help to us. Murphy never misses a chance. The professor informed us that the thing we were looking for was difficult, no, impossible to find on the net, and he had his reasons which we found quite logical. To top it all off, two professors, who are quite a scare and were not supposed to be in the panel for that day, crashed the first-batch seminar session and gave almost every group the %$#@hole, which psyched us out with the new possibility of the same two professors attending our seminar.

My brain shuts down when stuff like this happens. With no clue what to do, I usually stop working. Its my style of saying Fuck All That. Withdrawal symptoms. The cycle repeats itself every time a few days before any deadline. Parabolic in nature if plotted (brainpower against time), it starts with the arrival of information which initially does not deliver the effect. I continue not working. A day or two later, I start realizing the gravity of it all. I start working. Gradually, brainpower changes to turbo-mode. As the deadline approaches, something goes wrong and the brain-meter starts going haywire. Now, all that load, all that work, and tenfold of what it was earlier, the brain can't handle, can it? So it retires to normal-mode again and I end up watching a movie instead.

4 days before the deadline :

“Don't worry man. Ours will be the best presentation.”

“Wait! I have an e-book. We'll use that. It has all the info we need.”

“Movie?”

3 days before the deadline :

“Don't worry man. We won't get a re-do.”

“Dude. This e-book's useless.”

“Can you think of any other topic?”

“Fuck the movie man. Lets work.”


2 days before deadline :

“I don't want a re-do man!”

“This e-book rocks man! Lets make as many slides as we can with as much bullshit as we can find.”


“Don't worry. Our topic itself is fucking impressive. They'll like it.”

1 day before the deadline :

“Argh!”

“Movie?”

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Tell me, O Son, what be bothering you?
Tell me of all your troubles.
Tell me all.

Tell I shall, but would you help?
Tell I shall, and I want to.
Tell I shall, certainly.

Ask me, O son, for words of counsel.
Ask me for knowledge.
Ask Son, ask.

Ask I would, but I won't.
Ask I would, but why should I?
My orisons, when, would remain unanswered.

Vex not, your mind, for yours is the peace.
Vex not, your mind, for yours is the glory.
Weird be the world, weirder be the people.
Vex not, your self, for I'm with you.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Wish I had this. Wish I had that.

I feel bad. I feel worthless. I just have to be the biggest hypocrite. I just turned down an offer for a bike trip to Chikaldhara. And I was talking about a bike trip to Bombay. :|

At time like these I start wishing.

1. I wish I had infinite cash in my account. Like lots. Remember that scene from Scarface? Like more than that. I want to swim too, in pools of money like Uncle Scrooge does.



Or, if God thinks he can't make that happen, then,

2. I wish petrol was free. And there should be thousands of petrol pumps everywhere.

"Petrol. 500 ka."
"Sirji, petrol free ho gaya hai."
"Haw! Toh fir full-tank kar dijiye."
Fill-Fill.
"Thank you sirji."
Thump-Thump.



If even this, God says, is not feasible, then,

3. I wish I was in Bombay.



Why do good things have to be so unattainable? Or is it just Murphy?

Sunday, October 4, 2009

\m/

Hey ev'rybody ev'rybody gonna have a good time tonight,
Just shakin' the soles of your feet.
Ev'rybody gonna have a good time tonight time tonight time tonight,
That's the only soul you'll ever meet.
- Fun it, Queen.

Got drenched twice. Of the fun kind. All that anger's gone now. In fact, I just realized (and remembered) how much fun I had last night. Thanks to certain people (invisible tags).

And in case you're wondering what all that was about, mistakes and all, I'm not telling.

And the title to this post is just a product of my inability to come up with a relevant one.

Mistakes.

I wanna tell you something Mark, something you do not yet know, that we K-PAXians have been around long enough to have discovered. The universe will expand, then it will collapse back on itself, then will expand again. It will repeat this process forever. What you don't you know is that when the universe expands again, everything will be as it is now. Whatever mistakes you make this time around, you will live through on your next pass. Every mistake you make, you will live through again, & again, forever. So my advice to you is to get it right this time around. Because this time is all you have.
- Prot, K-Pax.

Its inevitable or what? Mistakes happen. They just have to. This can be the ARGH-II. To those who are all eh and huh, don't be. Chickenfoot's keeping me sane at the moment.

I hate Mistakes.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Thump-Day.

I just came back from my first long ride. And I speeded a little. I know I'm not supposed to do that till 3000 km on odo. Now I won't. But still. Its not fair na. Thump had all the road ahead empty and just for it to zoom-zoom on. But people tell me its not good to run it at speeds more than 50-60 kph till it completes 3000. How :| is that. Run-In, they say.

Anyway. I just did a 100-km-trip and I'm happy. And fresh. I didn't sleep through the night. Still, I'm fresh. I was all my spirit is cryin' for leaving this weekend. Certain people will agree. Today was my Thump's long-awaited deflowering. And now my Thump is no longer a virgin. But I'm scared now, of the mileage. I'm going to get fucked now. For sure. Fur sure.

Today's ride was awesome, cave-man style. These :

1. Thump's got the thump alright. But the power! You can feel every bit of those 18 horses jammed in that beautiful engine. @-100 was ecstatic. Throttling has never felt so, .. pleasantly plastic. So wood-like. But in an extremely good-good way. A Bullet, after all, is all about the charming, antediluvian ways of the 50s. Ah!

2. Speedman's Wobble. Fuck! Scary when you actually experience it. And even scarier when you know its called the Speedman's Wobble.

3. Sun, shades, and the open road. Thump lived up to its name today. I finally got a reason to wear those aviators.

I'm going to do this more often. Like very often. All hail vibrations!

Monday, August 31, 2009

Random - III

My Circadian Rhythm has been disrupted. Bio-clock's fucked. I haven't slept for more than two hours in two days. And what not.

Exams. I hate them. The last two are today.

My Bullet deserves a blog. Maybe next time. I've realized that I'm the laziest a man can get.

Mafia Wars is fun.

I'm unable to decide what I should do after graduation which again is a big mindfucker. (Refer : Chase by Slash)