So now I do not want to give people an opportunity of complaining how long my blogs come out as. I struck upon this brilliant idea. The interlude between two successive blogs of mine is the direct reason for the lengthy descriptions and lines that seem to go ad infinitum without making any sense. Hold your horses. Don't jump the gun. I've not yet again come to a decision of posting more frequently. I shall divide my blog into corresponding topics of discussion instead. I hope this distribution will the make the reader's task easier. It is better if I ensure that my blog does not pall on the visitors sheerly due to the number of lines dedicated to a single post. I am still patting myself for having devised this excellent plan. I get to make my real long posts and you get to read them (if only someone one was visiting here) in shorter versions. I'm going to remove this visitor counter. It shows me 300 odd visitors out of which I would have contributed some 100 as and when I check the place for comments. It's futile as I see it, so no more counters shall come until some intelligent ones are found. There are some photoblogs which I have added to the list of my favorites. Contact me for more information because I'm too lazy to put them on the clipboard to paste them here.
It's time for research internship. I'm supposed to do a research on how objects made of different materials respond dynamically to their actions when animated. Strangely it seems I'm delving into topics like "Human capability of food consumption", "Perpetuation of sleep" etc. Raj will be back here in a few days, so will be our instructor. If I'm not getting my ass in gear, I'll get my ass kicked by Raj and make an ass of myself in front of our instructor. Too much ass eh ? Yeah, people keep telling me about that. Two months of research should bear atleast some fruits or this will be my first internship with motives unfulfilled. This time I do not want to cobble up information and submit it for the sake of it. I want an intelligent and substantial submission. I also had this brilliant plan of learning a number of languages like Tamil, Gujarati, Urdu, Punjabi, Bengali if my friends are generous enough. I also have to reinstate the poet in me to full duty. I wonder where the lazy moron is sleeping.
The scorching heat of summer has been increasingly tough to deal with. It's so sultry here, I'd have walked bare-chested given the absence of societal barriers of dignity and humility. I see the weather reports telling me that humidity stays around 62 % adding an extra 2 degree feel to the disaster. The time to reach the ground to start playing football is 1830 hrs and the battle continues till 1945 hrs because the sun has no other work. This is so disgusting, I don't even go to the ground, letting all the fat accumulate. Mark my words ! Today is the end of all trouble. Tomorrow will show a brighter sun. Oh ! It has already rained today, I'm expecting the sun to stay behind the clouds. The rain is an omen of fertility and good luck.
Now for the storm in the tea cup. Our dear friend Orkut's creation which the students of DA-IICT marvel at day in, day out caused a huddle in the campus. Everyone was baffled about the denied access to the website. Apparently, in the scandal mongers' words, one of the students had a problem with a community created on the site. The whole thing went a bit overboard and the website was no longer accessible. Had I been active on this online network I would have delivered loads of mail bombs asking people to tell the administration how much they wanted it. As usual, Naresh stood up to the task and snaffled the responsibility of resurrecting many a despondent human soul who couldn't have found solace without writing scraps to their neighbors in the lab or their roommate sitting right behind them or the friend who lives next door. The first question heard on entering the corridor was invariably - "Why is orkut giving an access denied message ?". One day when Naresh was browsing busily, I noticed the grim expression on his face and knew it straight from the horse's mouth that he was sad because his scrap count was not increasing. The next day when Naresh was browsing busily, I noticed the grim expression on his face and now then he sadly declared how his life had turned bland without access to the website. Few people were happy for having found riddance. Back to what Naresh did, he went with Vivek to talk to Prof. Chetan Parikh regarding this who assured them that he would look into ways to resolve the crisis. The result came sooner than anyone expected. You should have noticed Naresh when things were finally settled. His face was aglow and was riveted to the site for a long time after the hiatus. Of course the grimace, he still adorns his face with when his scrap count refuses to increase. I have a gift for all those who will read the next statment. I feel very privileged to introduce all of you to the latest and sensational entrant on orkut - Orkara.
There goes another mate of mine with that Koran of Words in his hand. The whole herd is here and I'm going to join them soon but obviously not of my own accord. At the same time I wish not to be responsible for the day of reckoning if something like that even finds it existence. It is really scary to see the flux at the library. I realise how ambitious all my friends are and also that devouring bandwidth using anonymity proxies is nothing to write home about. So I try not to be intimidated by it and spend my time writing spoofs and rephrasing a few old maxims. I try telling myself that there's more to life than replying to people on my messenger list. At the end of the day it's really disgusting to see the saddo on the other side of the mirror compelling me to stick these utilitarian methods of study. Sadly enough, even my father enjoins me to take necessary actions at the earliest. It might appear that I'm deigning not to go to GRE coaching classes but I really don't feel like doing it right now. I wonder if it's going to be of any use. I'm in love with words. Just when I thought I was striking the right chords I'm being asked to play these otiose notes in the song English and Me. Now if you are done with cursing my uncanny mention about the pangs of sadness, tragic elegies and cloying verbiage (though I hate to admit it I must say I enjoy blowing my trumpet), I'd like to state why I'm not comfortable with the system. The system in its present state cannot be put to blame. It is just not the right time for me to start things, that too with the perspective of exam preparation. Give me a break. By the way it's worth mentioning that video of Chuck Palahnuik's interview on Abhishek's computer which I happened to watch. In that he rightly says that you have to give people big when they are asking for big but not enormous if the situation does not really demand it. I like what it means but it's really hard for me to follow.
I find it very irritating to go through wordlists. Sometimes at the end of a session, if a person does not remember the meaning of a word correctly, he'll find it convincingly easy to agree that it means the same as the word either above it or below it because he/she is used to the positions at which the words are published. It's too facile to ascribe meaning of one word to that of another but take enough care not to confuse alimony with palimony otherwise you end up offending people. One wrong alphabet can create helluva mess. It's not about knowing what words mean, it's about knowing how to use them because you never know if you are treading on a thin line as I've adduced earlier describing the same. Sometimes I wonder how simple words and expressions that are used in our daily life are often overlooked. I've always known what a swan is but not what a young swan is known as until Alak told me about that. For having done this great favor I promised her that I'd dedicate my swansong to her. I'm not really sure when that piece will enter my repertoire but I'll keep my word. To conclude I've made up my mind to accompany my dear friends in this 60 day program at Triumphant Institute of Management Education, the worst part about the classes being that they are scheduled early at 0730 hrs in the morning, 19 miles away from where I live. I so wish I could sleep at that time cosily tucked up in my bed. Gone are the days when summer vacation was the time to take things off your mind. Now these are meant for intense preparation.
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