So I'm finally leaving BIT.
Fuck.
Feeling so down, now that i think about it , I should have left just after the final project presentation so that i wouldn't had to see my friends leaving.
Hugs and then saying byes leave u more sad.
whatever... this isn't goodbye, we will meet again soon. Till then have fun.

So i'm sitting in the lab , more so almost lying down on my seat. COLAMA's not working , Tarkeshwar says server 5 is down. I dont think he even knows what that means . Baba is surfing anime sites (ahem hentai) , and I am trying to give my thoughtlessness some words in this blog. Actually not thoughtless, Sharma Dhaba is fleeting in and out of my mind .

Randomness | Part 1 of n

There is a high probability that I am doing it all wrong, because it's hard to walk a path alone, hard to know which way to go. However, for last few days I was gripped by the thoughts of nihilism. "Sab moh maya hai" (everything is an illusion) crawled into my mind. Maybe it's just induced by the depressing off-season-winter-December-end rain. Maybe it's just my frustrations and my attempts to make peace with it. What I inferred is everything is meaningless; all our works will just be blown away in the wind; maybe in the future some other civilization will dig out the ruins of ours. Sometimes, I felt all work is done so that our efforts becomes a tourist spot in the far future and people of that time will have a hard time trying to infer what were we thinking (something like we think about the Stone Henge).

Maybe everything is meaningless, and we work hard to induce an amnesia to cope with the aforementioned fact.

Maybe I am all wrong. Maybe in the future I will have a good laugh reading this post. Maybe the truth is far away, or maybe I am just blind. But until then, who knows?

And nobody is going to read this post and there lies its meaninglessness.

Story of Lost Friends

When I was in my 12th standard, we had a poem in our curriculum. It was "Story of Lost Friends" by Ruskin Bond. It mainly narrates of promises made and broken, friendship made and lost, joy and sorrow. I had almost forgotten about the poem but, a lonely, sleepless night induced its recall. Its sad that I may never meet some of my friends ever again, but then consolation comes through the realization that at least I have met them. Here, in Hyderabad, I met few nice people and probably, we will never meet again. There was this strange farewell we had. There was no "chal phir milte hain baad mein kabhi" (lets meet up sometime in the future), no goodbye with the essence of future, just faint smiles and final hugs and promises to stay in contact. I usually don't write about this, but since my stay has been memorable because of these people, I feel compelled to. Since memories are the only thing they have left behind, memories that tend to fade with time, I want a make a note to myself that I really had good time with Mohit, Harshit, and Darpan. I wish them luck.
Goodbye.

 Abrand new bright beautiful day. Can't breathe. Vision is blurred. My mind goes blank. Well, I am not going unconscious. Actually, my nose is running, my eyes are watering, and I am unable to think 'cos of this irritation; well, I am suffering from allergic rhinitis. My every sentence is punctuated with sneezes.


Soft Computing class. Unlike high school where people used to strive for the first bench, here and now there is rush for the last benches. Things however changed for us as we entered third year. Fifty students in a classroom, where being a last bencher is not so comfortable, reason being no fan to cool them down in the heat. Four fans are there, fully functional, but affecting the area within a range of near about ten benches. Therefore, fifty percent feel the heat. I have got a fuzzy idea about the reason behind such a setting. It might be a plot of the authorities to endanger the species of back-benchers. I surrendered. I stopped sitting in the last benches. I was weak and gave in to the temptation. Now, I am no longer a back-bencher. I couldn't bear the heat. Well, the professor is cool. He used to give us attendance and allow us to leave his class, no fuss. Thus, we were spared of heat, though for one subject. Well, he wants to teach. Actually his enthusiasm has increased after our dismal performance in mid-semester exams in his subject. However, his zeal could not last against our vigour ,the vigour to not pay attention. He gave up and left the class. Well, we apologized for our childish behaviour.


Then came dinner time. Round table conference. Topic of discussion:- alcohol. Hypocrites discussing about drinking. Noobs acting like a pro in drinking. All putting forward their second-hand experiences about drinking. Some folks generate a lot of low frustration tolerance or "I can't stand it" about coming to an engineering college and remaining a teetotaler. Once a girl from non-engineering college told me, "Shame on you. You are in an engineering college and you don't drink". She was into rock music and so I was able to make a big comeback. I quoted Steve Tyler, lead singer of Aerosmith. He had said, " take out the drugs and you've got more time". Okay. Maybe I have not grown up. I guess there is still that kid inside me, and I am enjoying it.


There's a dream I saw. Funny thing is that it is the continuation of a previous dream. I had dreamt earlier that I was in a Lamborghini. A girl in red dress was driving the car. Well, I was being kidnapped. Must have been the effect of power-disking White Collar(series). Part 2  was about my escape. This time I find myself in a pedaled rickshaw. This time a poor rickshaw-driver was kidnapping me. Now, that's a riches-to-rags dream. I jump off it and run. The atmosphere was kind of dusky. Old walls painted with molds and mildew. Dashing and cornering, jumping and crouching, as I guess my way through the alleys. Dead end. Bang. It's over. Somebody banged my door and I woke me up. 7:30am. It was too late to get ready and goto college. But made it in the end....

Off to Rajrappa!!! (3rd Dec,2010)

It was 3rd semester (one of the worst days). We had our Mathematics 3 exam. Well, Mathematics3 was mammoth of a subject, against which my seniors had warned, a warning which I lazily ignored. Or, may I say I wasn't well-equipped with the patience and diligence to get through that subject. My friend Amit and I made a deal with the devil, not with the devil as Faustus did, but with God, that if we passed in the subject we would go to Rajrappa temple. We made it. We passed.

Therefore, after our fifth semester exams were over, we dealt a  visit to Rajrappa.

24th Sept. ,2010

A brand new bright beautiful day. Can't breathe. Vision is blurred. My mind goes blank. Well, I am not going unconscious. Actually, my nose is running, my eyes are watering, and I am unable to think 'cos of this irritation; well, I am suffering from allergic rhinitis. My every sentence is punctuated with sneezes.


Soft Computing class. Unlike high school where people used to strive for the first bench, here and now there is rush for the last benches. Things however changed for us as we entered third year. Fifty students in a classroom, where being a last bencher is not so comfortable, reason being no fan to cool them down in the heat. Four fans are there, fully functional, but affecting the area within a range of near about ten benches. Therefore, fifty percent feel the heat. I have got a fuzzy idea about the reason behind such a setting. It might be a plot of the authorities to endanger the species of back-benchers. I surrendered. I stopped sitting in the last benches. I was weak and gave in to the temptation. Now, I am no longer a back-bencher. I couldn't bear the heat. Well, the professor is cool. He used to give us attendance and allow us to leave his class, no fuss. Thus, we were spared of heat, though for one subject. Well, he wants to teach. Actually his enthusiasm has increased after our dismal performance in mid-semester exams in his subject. However, his zeal could not last against our vigour ,the vigour to not pay attention. He gave up and left the class. Well, we apologized for our childish behaviour.


Then came dinner time. Round table conference. Topic of discussion:- alcohol. Hypocrites discussing about drinking. Noobs acting like a pro in drinking. All putting forward their second-hand experiences about drinking. Some folks generate a lot of low frustration tolerance or "I can't stand it" about coming to an engineering college and remaining a teetotaler. Once a girl from non-engineering college told me, "Shame on you. You are in an engineering college and you don't drink". She was into rock music and so I was able to make a big comeback. I quoted Steve Tyler, lead singer of Aerosmith. He had said, " take out the drugs and you've got more time". Okay. Maybe I have not grown up. I guess there is still that kid inside me, and I am enjoying it.


There's a dream I saw. Funny thing is that it is the continuation of a previous dream. I had dreamt earlier that I was in a Lamborghini. A girl in red dress was driving the car. Well, I was being kidnapped. Must have been the effect of power-disking White Collar(series). Part 2  was about my escape. This time I find myself in a pedaled rickshaw. This time a poor rickshaw-driver was kidnapping me. Now, that's a riches-to-rags dream. I jump off it and run. The atmosphere was kind of dusky. Old walls painted with molds and mildew. Dashing and cornering, jumping and crouching, as I guess my way through the alleys. Dead end. Bang. It's over. Somebody banged my door and I woke me up. 7:30am. It was too late to get ready and goto college. But made it in the end....