I was in Vamsi's room yesterday night. These people were trying to install Starwars game on the computer. They tried their best to create space for them by waking me up. But I refused and told them I was only half asleep. After a while, I don't even know when, I dropped into a very peaceful kip. Of course, as a result of which Vamsi had to go to my room to sleep. I can't help it. I'm very lazy to go to my floor and sleep. Vamsi's is the first floor and mine is on the ground one. That's lazy me for you.
For some reason I do not understand why Starwars makes an interesting game. Gautam was talking to me about it. In our discourse he said that Gamespot rated Half-Life 2 9.2 on a scale of 10 only because they expected a better storyline though the whole game was remodelled. Otherwise Half-Life 2 seems to have scored an average of 9.6 on the whole gamer sites. This is the maximum any PC game has scored till date (Source: Gautam. I cannot guarantee it). I've seen only a demo of the game which is very rich in its texture contour and close to reality. An average of 9.6 is no joke, so an ardent gamer could blindly buy it. Coming back to Starwars, the storyline appears to be very similar to the original one. But gameplay is ridiculous. The first five minutes gave me an impression of a very boring RPG. There is this Commander who says the Sithlords are preparing an attack which they'd have to face immediately. Then he begins to explain who he is, then gives the whole history of someone called Bastila. Then starts the whole comedy. The programmers and the designers put absolutely no sense from hereon. All the voice introduction of the role is agreeable. But a character of the game begins to say "Move your mouse to the right top corner of the screen to access the inventory. Blah Blah Blah...". I mean there could be an extra voice in the background instructing people on how to find things which could be activated by a hotkey. You cannot expect a character of the storyline saying "Click the mouse for this", "Move the mouse around from X to Y to choose skill Z". This is downright silly. The character has to continue with the flow of the story to involve the user. But this one really made the whole hype about the storyline and all look sleazy. And look at this. The commander is in a hurry because the ship is probably under attack (I do not know because I was bored by the game already and did not want to proceed). But he seems to have all the time in the world to explain him things about the ship's crew and all their activities.
Then I had to get my AII MAS ticket cancelled. I was bothered because I could not find my drawer keys. My room is a mess when my presence is not tangible. I've made very less visits to it this semester. There is still no sign of clusters of cobwebs or layers of dirt on the floor. But if keep paying as much attention as I am now, I'm sure these things will be palpable. Amidst the partial presence of all these I tried to discover the lost keys but in vain. But look at the advantages of living in a hostel. There is every probability that you'll find a matching key to your drawers in the same corridor. The fourth room I went to resulted in a success. Rajshekhar's keys matched with mine. I was very happy to see my cheque book after a long time. Thanks to Raghu for those extra twenty minutes he gave me or I'd bored at the reservation counter for sure.
Trust me, Gandhinagar's reservation counter is one of those places I'd not like to visit on days I've had a good start. The fellows in the cabins are absolute nutcases. To add salt to the wounds, they have this elite way of typing with a single finger which delays the process. Morever there is no separate section at the place for enquiry, so you have to wait for a while and then you have to wait for a while again. The queue ended at the door when I joined it. It was kind of scary because I knew I had to stand for at least two more hours to get out of there. Out of the two counters that issue tickets, only one was open as if everything there had not made my life miserable by then. When I went in I saw that DA-IICT students were all over the place, some from the sub-junior batch and precisely two from our batch. They were Anand and (Lo! Behold) her. So I was ensured of my eye candy for a while. (To clarify why, I repeat, I exulted upon seeing her). Then I thought I'd sit down and write a poem because ideas seemed to pour in. After a while I got seated in the queue, took out the paper to scribble. A guy came out announcing the opening of the second counter. So everyone got up from their chairs to join it. I wished I could imprecate the most ghastly curses on him. But the poor fellow was doing his duty. He had no intention of harming my creative session.
The people who say that adolescents and youth are found mostly responsible where fuss is kicked up are false. I condemn their impractical statements. There was an old lady, too old to reserve a ticket for herself, confusing everyone in the hall. Then came another one, not old, requesting the fellow inside the counter to cancel her ticket fast because she had to catch a train to Mumbai before the next 3 hours. By then someone else went in to get his ticket reserved fast. For this he declared himself contact of some MLA for which he also made call to assert the truth. I hate people abusing their powers even in matters of least concern. I mean, using recommendations even at a railway reservation counter, how much more can a person stoop ? Finally after the quest was completed we made our way back via Webworld, had a couple of Strawberry Smoothies (with cream topping, I love it).
Gautam logged on to Orkut again. He was irritated by the misuse of his login. We added a couple of girls to his friends' list from our institute he was not familiar with. He had no clue what to do next. I asked him to make them his friends. He was impressed with Vikas when I showed him his blog and his Orkut profile.
I came to know that Sanjeev ruined his DSA examination. I have not met him yet, he was a bit depressed about that from what I heard of him. A day before this I had a scrap for Vikas saying I am a weirdo. I knew someone else wrote it from his login which was confirmed later. So I'm no longer a weirdo. Meanwhile there are a lot of people who are asking me to write testimonials for them on Orkut. Let me see what I can do for them. Akshat met me, assuring me his help in the UCD project which I haven't started yet.
When the temporal tag assigned by Pope Gregory XIII suggested 12/03/2004 11:27:00 PM IST,
the Reverend Whatchamacallit apportioned crumbs of his intellectual property
( read I can remember things ) to planet Earth which engendered
from the gentry of Blogger 
