life ticking away!!

Coming to terms with the situations and challenges life poses is indeed very difficult. What is it with the relationships? Are they ships definitely to be attacked by trojans? Why is it that they crash almost certainly? But as muzumdar [1]sir used to put it, exceptions are always there. In fact, exceptions are one sad thing. Why is it an exception if it is always there.. Probably only exception can answer that. Rules - breakable pathetic term drafted for something which cannot be true. They are either broken by these exceptions, and if not them, the ones on whom the rules hold breaks them. Hmmm.. This is sort of going off track (not new with me). Getting back to what made me write this blog.

Relationships. They tick, don't run, don't roll, don't rumble, don’t.. Just tick. It’s as if you have a spring loaded somewhere with the tension increasing continuously by the constant and non-stop twisting. These twistings are nothing but all those small little backlashes at each other, you never thought were relevant. These springs are person specific, the characteristics - the spring constant 'k' is depedent only on the composition of the person under consideration. The k-factor goes on to be naturally large for warm-blooded creatures like the homo-sapiens. On top of that there are people who take this factor to a new level all together. With the increasing k-factor, the stiffness of the spring increases, hence with a very small displacement of opinion the potential energy reaches heights


all those who don't remember - potential energy = 1/2*k*pow(x,2) ... [2]


And then there is the law of energy conservation in which this large energy has to manifest itself in some form. There are many routes taken here - sound energy (predominantly), kinetic energy (things flying around here and there), and many more. However, the whole concept to learn here is that difference in opinion or to say the opinion covered by one to understand the other is directly proportional to the tension in the spring which indirectly is proportional to the seizure rate of the ticking.

this spring if functions properly, that is the tension is controlled and well utilized in keeping the WATCH ticking, the relationship will never be surrounded by the pirates.


ticking of watch = ticking of relationship => watch = relationship


It comes to this. As huge as the relationship can get, it always stays right there is your closet, ready to be put on any time, ready to be discarded any instant. Then, there will be a number of watches, not just one. The strap should match with the dress. There will be silver metal strap, brown leather, black leather, a sporty, a gold metal strap watch to be put on as and when needed. The female counterparts will also have multicolored goonish and rascalish watches hovering on their wrists.

Leave alone aims, ambitions even thoughts meet just once every hour in the beautiful looking world of relationships [3]. The guy obviously being the hour. The holes are very often more erratic and fickle minded than the poles and change more often. And ofcourse, the ticking is very dutifully performed by the second. Never are the two hands of the relationship in agreement and point in the same direction only for a little while during the entire day. And by the time guys realize this, the spring has already been twisted for long and the brewing tension overflows. The story then comes to the very familiar turn –


‘We were on a break!!’ .... [4]


The batteries are taken off. The ticking stops. The watch discarded. So what, wear a new one!!!



References

[1] Nisha Kothari, Medha Deshpande, Muzumdar, “IIT HOME - A tale of establishment,” JEE J. Solid-State Kanchipura Circuits, vol. 11, no. 14, pp 1068-1077, may 2005.

[2] H C Verma (the dude!!), “the blue thing- Fundamentals of Physics - Part-1,” AIEEE J. Any BookStore Circuits, vol. 11, no. 14, pp. 744–746, Jun. 19xx (koi idea nahi).

[3] Ashutosh Mehra, “M/S gmail.com@ashu.life,”BITS J. Solid-State Circuits, vol. 25, no. 3, pp. 885-889, Jun. 2008

[4] harami afghani "friends @ DC ++," BITS, Jan.7

champi wale.. champi wale..

it all had to come to this. unwanted were those unshaven idiots who love the hair 'hair and there'. with the PCR kids (now calling themselves the new BILOO BARBERS) showing off their newly paved paths, the new trend caught hold of JP ; he caved in to the rising demands and himself, without any professional hand set out on a mission never even thought by the great jinxd. facing hurdles and mid way multifarious vegetations on the 'to be constructed' part. the mix of savanna and the amazon, the prairies and the sunderbans with patches of the gobhi on the newly established zones for cultivation by the tribes that had migrated from the lands beyond the C to the one near the V.


the process was on the way when the invention of the great alexander volta failed to operate and required charge up giving a chance to the new 'champi champs' to relax their hands and cool down their feet. finally came along another machine even more merciless than the previous one. the PCR kids back on track with the ghashti giving full support. the finale had to take place in the filthiest yet the most important place of the day - the BOGS. credit has to be given here to Mr. Gillette for his contribution to bush clearing avocation.

the mirinda kids now ready to show off their newly ploughed fields. the very elated party then moved on to the rest of the campus to flash their newly acquired beauty around.

the sad part however, keo karpin lost to old spice 0-3

hanging onto a matchstick in a flood

everything goes well at your college, only till there are people around you to laugh with you or in most of the cases laugh at you. however, when the scene turns into an one-act play comes a flood of emotions, frustration, fury and god knows what. being solo and lonely for mere 8 hours has put me in place where i am totally regretting staying here. not that i hate place, as a matter of fact i don't love it other. the thing is not about the place but about the people around you, blabbering there way through.
at first it was exciting to know that i was going to be a part of the industry, but ultimately this experience rings the dong that life is so going to suck in a couple of months, with all new faces to look at and talk to (not about the girls i guess!! at least some compensation..eh). lets put it as re-admission to the college, the same butterflies are hovering inside of me. what is it going to be like? whether or not sitting in a place from 9-5 going to this boring?
helllllo, time is running out and this wonderful life is going to reach its terminal soon. this one way trip has been so awesome, with all the blacks and the whites, with the hills and trenches, and it seems so dark to look down the road that i feel intimidated just by the thought of it...
beating the bush has so become the fashion of the day, complaining, the new trend, lets get along and put some enthus into the roadtrip. the effort turn right now is probably going to take me to another wonderful destination as this brilliant stop has been. 3 and a half years, boy!! a long hiatus.

tales of pilani season4 ep1

return of bulldeep the great was the highlight of the episode. bullu as he is fondly known amongst his followers, first set foot on the lands of pilani in the year of 2005. elation and enthuse spread through the air when bulldeep, the one with the skimmed milk (remembering distinctly here of the 2 mothers mandeep had!!) reached the little town of the 'bhayajis'. however, sadly bulldeep turned foe and instead of amusing his very dear - the jinxd and the alpha q's - he very conveniently went aide-de-camp at the 'controlz aka bulla babes'. finally, after a lot verbal 'persuasion' he buckled under the pressure of expectations.
it was at this moment that his presence made the difference that was recieved with blurring views and revolving scenes. but to make it clear, the absolutely free carlsburg contributing more than bulldeep the great himself. the state of affairs were such that the empire of bulldeep the great was annexed by the danish 'calrssssssssburgssssss' and the people of pilani had their wings wide spread, flying around the streets having occasional nibbles at raka or bunty.
bulldeep, free booze, what more could the praja ask for. and there comes the icing on the cake with mimcat aka mimzi aka macaca rhesus agreeing wholeheartedly for his birthday to be celebrated. scandalous lives of the elite of the jinxd at pilani is famous and the news spread like fire through the jungles of amazon.
macaca comes from the tropical rainforests of the bengal, and is heavily dependent on some mr. batra for cosmetics and stuff. macaca - the king of the rhesus's clan - displayed skills par excellence and very very vividly. his (oops! i seriously dont know whether to use 'its' or 'his' so lets go with general perspective on the issue)ITS satisfying skills were discussed and analysed in detail being continuously monitored for any optimization possible. finally, with the sounds of a few shrieks filling the corridor and gullwinder expressing his love for the micromini of macaca - holding his trophy, the ecstasy was spilled over by the ancient bucket which had been a home to few species at least. the home was however destroyed after the event. some die, some live, some laugh, some cry, some fumble (this was me after the danish ravished me!), but still, nights lived by the jinxd are memorable and capable to be put on stone....

getting back to what i was..

the day is thursday, 2nd october, 2008 and i become what i was a couple of years back. i got back to the one thing i was addicted to, the one thing with which my day begun and terminated. the age of empires. the fever is back and adrenaline pumping. the temptation has got a hold of me and i can't understand the very clandestine language that my brain tells me. it was only till yesterday that i could figure it out what it told me, don't i dare get back to the stuff. but it is history now, the damn laugh '11' is back in my ears, the raging 14 rumbling my ear drums. the skirms are back, the knights, the paladins, the champions are all marching into my life yet again. the game over and metamorphosed into 'start the game all ready'.
i rhetorted as Arsenic, the venom of the best ever strategic game that has hit the computers, only to find my voice feeble and powerless, the game overpowered by just noobs of the time of my reign. i found my self struggling in the battle ground telling the pikes to go attack the knights, the skirms to go kick some ass of the archers, and the villagers to do their household jobs in an organised manner. i completely misjudged the requirment in each avenue. then it came to me, i was not the same tarantula that i used to be, i needed to sharpen my senses before putting my feet back in.
yet i was thrilled and 'freaked' to get back at the game, get back in time to ensure that i come back to the top before these guys snatch away the most wonderful thing a student has at pilani, the LAN.
11
14
keep rocking!!