Saturday, November 26, 2005

I love irony.

I hate brevity.

Says me:

Blessed are the geeks, for they shall inherit the earth.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Exposed to the winds of laughter..

Today i shaved my moustache for the first time in my life.Yes, that carefully grown moustache, which i could so easily have used as a tool for intimidating others by twirling it in the right direction and with the right speed, that moustache that made me feel manly, that moustache that grew solely on the lucky crumbs and liquid that escaped my mouth and clung to its sides, has been shredded mercilessly by the clean, cold edge of a razor blade. I had started shaving only a few months back and perhaps another day, when i have more free time, i shall blog about my first shave.

I had been in the habit of trimming until now. But a whole lot of factors forced me in to shaving. I am crediting a course which has a very small class strength and hence any student can easily become conscpicuous by his absence. I had already missed three classes in a row once and the prof. had asked why i had been absenting myself. So this time, as a sort of penance for repeating the mistake, i removed my moustache. Besides, i want to be conspicuous by my presence henceforth and since he is used to seeing my flimsy, teenager moustache for the last one year, i thought this shocking change in my appearance can keep him sufficiently aware of my presence for the rest of the semester, thus ensuring i retain myself in his good books in order to achieve my ulterior motives , which i shan't vouchsafe to you. Secondly, i realised that almost no one in my entire class of 32, and in fact very few on the entire campus, allowed their moustaches to grow. So i suddenly felt the odd man out and decided to go with the mob for a change. Thirdly, i decided that my moustache must become more manly, and in order to achieve that i must shave it. And finally, i thought perhaps, that it may make me look a few years younger, and thus provide suitable compensation for my receding hairline. Thus, the dreadful act has been committed.

Ha, i can see the reader's bewildered face at this point. The one answer anyone would have guessed,that most obvious of reasons is missing from my list. Yes,sadly,there will never be such an incentive.Anyways,the change has certainly made my day more interesting than the average mundane day that i spend. Firstly, as soon as i entered this low-strength-class(oh boy, looks i've been studying too hard for the quizzes..low strength class...high toughness professor...)i was welcomed with loud howls from my friends, and indeed i had confirmed that those cheers were meant for me by turning around to ensure that there wasn't a naked lady entering behind me. Secondly, one of my friends made this remark: "You look like a Mexican.".Now because the sentence itself leaves me completely in the dark as to what he meant by that and because there was no change in intonation when he uttered those words(he might as well have been saying,"The sun rises in the east.")i have no better an idea than you, dear reader, as to whether that was a compliment or a slight. Another remark thrown at me was "It makes you look gay," by one who sadly lacks creativity and imagination. But the fact that his empty head had been provoked into making an attempt was gratifying. A girl in the class blushed as well. I thought the whole class was in a state of considerable tumult during that lecture; as if they heard of some catastrophe outside and were restless to go see what had happened and were discussing in hushed whispers the possible causes of that catastrophe; i might have caused it. Somehow, i feel i didn't get a very positive response from the professor in spite of sitting in the first bench;so i think i might have to resort to more desperate measures- like shaving my head.( Oh, is my imagination actually progressing along the lines of reality? Don't people shave their heads at Tirupati if they commit a sin? Or is it when they are given a blessing? Or do they just shave their head and then decide a reason for the offering? Anyways.....)Come lunchtime, throngs of people see me, disarmed of my redoubtable moustache. Some smile; some laugh; some break into splits; some into deadly paroxysms of laughter. The ones who gave a sly smile without passing any comments agitated me more than those who were more straightforward. So much so that to one of them i just said,"If you have any remarks , please let me know. I prefer that to that smile of yours."

Well, the whole day went by like this, with people smiling at me and passing remarks in a similar vein. But i thought, instead of narrating all that, i shall tell you some of my own thoughts: Was it worth shaving the moustache? I am not so sure actually. The moustache helped me a great deal. It would weigh down on my upper lip when i talked too much thus reminding me to stop yapping; it has saved me a lot of precious time like this. See, now i am back to chattering again:( It used to give me a status in society. It made a big man out of me. In my first year of engineering,when i was a freshie myself, two freshies came up to me and asked me for help thinking i was their senior; both of them were hefty fellows who, i knew, could have made mince-meat out of me. But i made sure i exploited the chance and used it sufficiently to my amusement. One of them turned out to be in my hostel and when he came to know the truth he got furious and came to strangle me but i held him back with an innocent smile and profuse apologies(i tried my famous moustache twirl but he turned betrayer then so i guess he deserves what he got...traitor!). Yeah, but still, he has been with me through all these years like a faithful friend, and this is what i give in return?! If i were religious i would be sure which side of the earth i would be visiting later. Okay, sorry dear moustache! I shall have you back soon,right? You will come back, won't you? Bigger and better than before! And then we'll both be friends forever. I promise not to mistreat you. I shall make sure i eat more sloppily. I shall make sure you are combed and massaged everyday.I shall even let you 'meet' your friend , the beard, whose literary works are so famous. I shall do whatever you want. Please come back. Please.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

When i was bored in class.....

A CASE IN FAVOUR OF THE ELEPHANTS AT GAJENDRA CIRCLE:

The two tuskers that have been standing with backs to each other for decades now present a pitiable site. They look old. They seem withered. Time and weather have taken their toll on the poor creatures. Imagine standing under the hot Chennai sun all day and then under the glaring attention of flood lights all night for years,no,decades on end! Add to this the constant honking of our cacophony-loving-drivers. And to all this misery the fact that they are standing back to back with their own kin! It is little wonder then that the poor creatures remain forever mute.

I urge the efficient administration of this prestigious institute to immediately free these creatures. If,however, we need some other means of ostentation then i suggest that we display the heads of the four most distinguished alumni of IITMadras along the lines of Mt. Rushmore in the US. Only, here the heads will be arranged as those in the national emblem so that people coming from all roads are given equal importance. Also, I suggest we call it 'Mt. Rush less'; or if we cannot have such a mammoth structure erected then merely 'Rush less'. This, i believe, would not only be more grammatically correct but also more edifying than the message on the original. Perhaps, then, all of us frenzied students would take a minute out of our busy schedules to contemplate on this profound message and gain valuable wisdom.

As for the two old elephans who have born with such dignity the the torture inflicted upon them, I bbelieve, they should be rewarded for their stoic perseverance and tolerance. We must first of all give them a nice, cool bath with plenty of water to relieve them of the dust that has accrued on their skins over these several decades. Then we must disburden them of the heavy, decorated pieces of cloth on their backs and find for them a secure place deep in the forests of our green campus. However, the location must be salubrious, sufficiently close to a source of clean water, and amidst tall trees so that the animals may have the joy of good victuals and potable water at least in these late years of their lives. To ensure that their safety further, i demand that the alarmingly high number of stray dogs, which are also a menace to the other creatures in the woods, be removed from campus.

As a true animal rights activist i cannot allow this cruelty and injustice to protract.

Quite curious convictions

This is to share with the Bhavanites, particularly the old ones, the really old ones, who've been at the old Bhavan's building some curious notions i had in my days of innocence and still remember for some strange reason.

I have done from LKG to 5th in that building before the newer, box-type structure came up a few kilometres away from this nice, village like campus that was our old school.

Apples still remind me our kindergarten uniform. They would be boldly embossed on the chests of my friends, as if to protect their tender little hearts from the cruel world, and seemed so huge against their own little bodies so that i developed a slight fear that these fruits-one of the the few things littler than us-too would outgrow us some day.

When i was wiser, and in standard III, my thoughts on the whole became more profound and mature i should like to think but some curious notions still persisted I figure. For instance, there was this kid, Vaidish Venkataraman, who was the son of the then principal Mr. Venkataraman, a man who seemed to my eyes handsome and the very emblem of grace. I used to wonder how such a man as him could have as ugly a son as Vaidish. For the nice kid was evaluated to be so by the objective mind of innocence. Yet, i feared the kid in a deferential manner. He was, after all, the principal's son, and that meant to me that he would go on to become the principal of the school. My school was the entire world for me then and there i was to live my whole life i must have thought. So that i assumed he was going to be a big man in the school and there for i considered it my duty to pay him his due respect. So, inspite of being very close friends, i would always greet him only with a grim, respectful bow of the head instead of a warm and genial smile.

I had made another peculiar inference which i still recollect. There were two fat people in my class in the third standard. The fatter was Jaganath, and the other i vaguely recollect might have been Mukund. The two of them were incredibly knowledgeable, or at any rate, pretended to great knowledge and always made astonishing factual(or at least i thought them to be so then) revelations or authoritative statements on sports, politics, et al; so i conveniently jumped to the conclusion that all fat people were intelligent, wise men and felt sorry for myself that i was thin. I don't remember if i made efforts to remedy my physical state after that but i can assure you that even if i did, those attempts were in vain.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Dedicated to a friend

This post, dear readers, is dedicated to a friend of mine, who, for some strange reason has developed an incredible liking for my posts, or so it seems. My last one, at any rate, has found favour with him.I wonder why though. He tells me it is a most unique line of thinking. I rather think what is actually apppealing to his mind is the complete chaos in my line of thought;) The mind seeks order, and it is used to finding patterns and logical connections in things.When i float so arbitrarily from one point to the next, i think the sheer randomness of this thinking, the sheer chaos in my head, and hence in my words, has a kind of appeal, or shall we say conspicuousness, because of being so contradictory to what is expected. But should i be discouraging the small audience i have by dedicating posts to individuals so early in my 'blogging career'? I shall venture the risk. Besides, i would like to lose some of my readership. I seem to have more spammers posting comments than friends! The last post, there were four comments, and all four of them spams. But i guess, while they are reading i should not mind it too much. After all, they never post unfriendly comments. It is always a compliment followed by a request to check out some site. And i just noticed, one of them is for dating! How kind these spammers are to me! Then there are two in bold saying, 'MAKE MONEY NOW'! Hmm...that's not bad advice either. Edifying spam:) So, if one of you spammers happen to actually read my blog, i should like to inform you that i am not getting enough spams in my e-mail inbox; and the mails from friends are few and far in between as well. I should like to see a nice, big no. against the 'inbox' link in my mail. Could you please send me some spams there too? It is a request in earnest. But do send me nice ones like 'A FREE TRIP AROUND THE WORLD', or, 'COME VISIT UTOPIA', or, 'FRUITS UNLIMITED', or something like that. I promise to return the favour to you spammers by spamming back. You can always spam me your wishes and i shall spam back my favours.Or else i'll just spam you the most horrible things you can ever see. My grade sheets for instance, or may be a photograph of my room. Er..i seem to going off track here. This seems more like a blog dedicated to spammers. Sorry pal.

So, getting back to where i was: My train of thought. I wonder what it would be like if there could actually be 'trains of thought'. I mean, trains, like goods trains, carrying thoughts, neatly packaged, from the source,the man with the ideas, to the receiver, the man who asked for the ideas. Well,but that seems inefficient. If i wanted someone's idea, why would i ask him to mail it to me? I would just talk to him directly or over the phone. Or how about this: people send in their thoughts to the railway station, or say to the department of thoughts, where the thoughts are sorted out according to category,ie, on what the thoughts are and what the nature of those thoughts be, and then they are packaged and each category of thoughts travels in a different compartment takes a certain route covering several destinations, and at each of these destinations, a certain pre-ordered load of thoughts, a certain no. of packets of thought, is unloaded and sent to that destination's department of thoughts.This deparment of thoughts not only receives people's thoughts but also accepts requests from people for thoughts on issues in which they need help and hence, when the load arrives, the department officials read through the requests and send to each person the sort of thoughts that he might be looking for. Nah, it isn't worked out well enough. I have to spend more time and work out the details.Besides, in which old-fashioned world am i? It is for these reasons that we have internet forums for everything nowadays. Oh well, it had me imagining for a while and it was worth a shot i guess. Hypothetical though...packaging thoughts...but the department of thoughts might have helped provide employment to a lot of unemployed indians and they can resort to the usual demand for inducements and all and it might actually help a good many people. So it is worth taking up the issue more seriously, if not for its efficiency then for its expediency.Ah, crap. Shall think of something better to post next time. Meanwhile, i hope to have thoroughly disillusioned my friend;)

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Pen is mightier than the sword..but the knife is the mightiest!

The last one hour has been great fun.Right now, there is about a quarter of an apple beside my monitor as i write this blog. There is a knife. There are some wads of cotton. There is band-aid. And, on the little finger on my left hand is an antiseptic-lotion-drenched ball of cotton wrapped with a handkerchief.Wait....now there is band-aid on the finger instead of that cotton and handkerchief. Below the band-aid is a nice little red gash, like a tattoo of a sword,but a few mm deep.

Yes,I have shed blood.But alas, it is for no noble cause! This is the second time in the same week that i have made a cut one of my fingers while trying to cut an apple. The knife is incredibly sharp. The last time i had cut through the slice and on to my finger. This time the knife slid of the skin and shot right in to my little finger. For a second i thought it might have cut the bone. Well it hit there anyways. I cursed my rotten luck with this knife, dropped the apple and knife on the floor and ran to the wash basin. I guess the my blood liked the nice and warm environment inside my body and decided to make itself comfortable there for there was little blood coming out. But the moment i kept it under the water it began to ooze out, then flow, then gush. Soon i was panicking. I quickly ran back, grabbed some dettol and ran down the stairs of the two floors and all the way to the mess to keep my hand under the water cooler's tap. This is supposed to stanch the flow of blood but my earlier assumptions were justified; the blood, now disturbed from its slumber by the cold of the water began to pour almost. Luckily, a couple of my wingmates were there just then. 'Ambulance?' was the first question. Nah, an ambulance coming to pick me up coz i cut myself with a knife?! The thought embarassed me. So i dismissed it and asked them to get cotton instead. 'There are some new russian nurses there apparently. It is a good oppurtunity to interact i'd say.', he smiled. Well, it certainly was but i had to resist temptation in order to check the gushing of blood. So i repeated my request.They glanced at the basin,which had its drain located oddly at the side and at a height so that at any point of time about 4 inches, in height, of water can stagnate. It began to change colour from the nice, clean transparent of water to a murky, frightful, red. They ran.


In the meantime, people were walking in often to fill water and i was just standing there for seconds, minutes, keeping the cold water running and holding my finger under it. The cut was too small to be visible beneath the current of water but slowly the basin was getting darker at the bottom. Darn! If only those guys from MIT hadn't already proved that blood is thicker than water. One guy who came filling water saw about five drops of blood gush out and spill on the floor when i removed my hand from under the tap for a second and he squirmed. Another came when i was still holding it under the water. He looked at the finger.Nothing.He looked at the basin. Gross. The bottom half was almost the colour of blood itself. He left in a hurry. The cotton hadn't arrived yet. So i rushed out to see. Leaving a trail of blood. It was coming. The delay was because the general secretary, whose responsibility it is to have first-aid, had failed to perform his duty. But fortunately, along the way, some M.Tech bongs(begalis) had it. So i was saved. Now i just had to keep the cotton pressed against my finger and the bleeding would stop.Eventually.

As i was keeping the cotton tightly pressed against the finger one of the two wingmates asked, "Did u feel that warm tingling sensation that one feels when blood oozes out?" The other interjected,"Yeah, i know. You always get that warm feeling." Uh oh, i never felt it. Did that mean i was cold-blooded? Thankfully no. I had been holding my finger under the freezing cooler water for so long that it had turned numb! Phew, i was human after all. Then the two narrated the conversation one of them had with this particular good samaritan, saviour M.Tech bong:
"Do you have some cotton?"
"What?"
"Cotton...cotton..that soft, white..you know cotton"
"Oh, you mean co-tone(co as in coax and tone as in 'thrown' without the 'r'.)?"

We all had a good laugh at the pronunciation. I do not intend to offend any bongs. I too have an accent,perhaps, and it is only human that we laugh innocously at each others accents. I told them to my friends to leave now. For blood was still determined to push his way through all that cotton and i decided i can take him on:one on one. So i stayed there for some time, still holding the cotton, walking around, thinking what a waste of blood! If only i had collected it all in a bowl and not let it go and stagnate in that basin, i could may be have stored it in my room and then kept generous amounts out each night to divert the mosquitos to that source so that i may be spared. Ah, tough luck! I couldn't help smiling though. People shed blood by the litres over battles with each other and here i was having had to fuss over my little finger for the last one hour; and all for no purpose at all. However, emotions were mixed. I was disappointed too. I was armed with a knife, my opponent was a half-cut, unarmed, helpless looking apple and yet i lost as it cleverly shielded my blow and diverted it neatly on to my own hand! Loser! I can't fight an apple even, how am i going to face the world? Thus thinking, i walked back, slowly, towards my room. It was then that i felt happy again. A huge blood trail, all the way from the mess, right up the 4 fleet of stairs and in to my room! I had made an impression on my hostel; an indelible trail of blood would be there once nicely dried. The grand old hostel would remember me now forever! I wanted to make sure no one stepped on the drops and spoiled my chances at fame. That way, even a 100 years down the line there would be this blood trail leading from 358, Alakananda hostel all the way down the stairway and up to the mess water cooler and people would ask how? And the story would be passed on by word of mouth year after year in a slightly rehashed manner until perhaps a day will come when one fellow might say to another, "There was a heroic student by the name of Karthik who chased and hunted down a bunch of armed thieves who had come stealing in to the hostel at night.And this, timid friend, is the blood he had to sacrifice in order to catch the villains.Step not on those coloured spots but admire and bow in respect for his courage." But why did he end his chase at the water-cooler? I hope the change in the JEE pattern will ensure that the future generations who come here are incapable of asking such questions. Yay, i am going to be famous people!

I need to cut and eat apples more often.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Little thinking

I really had no intention of blogging today. But i have been tempted by the high net speed ;) Perhaps it'll be days again before such speeds are seen, and since i have lost that initial child-like excitement for blogging i needed an incentive such as this.

But, what do i blog about? I am not thinking much these days. That's bad. I've got to start thinking again. Hmm..shall add that to my list of 'things to do'. Well, i thought for a brief period while resting in the midst of a game of evening basketball(it is a wonderful feeling to play continuously till you are exhausted and then suddenly stand still, absolutely motionless, and let the wind take away the heat and sweat as if it were pining to get a taste of the products of your effort, physical though it may be. And as i stood still....well, i got bored. So i looked up at the skies as if hoping it would drop down a toy or something to amuse me and it was then that i spotted this bird. For a second i thought it was staring at me and i wanted to wave a hand in invitation for company. But as i looked at it i felt hesitation. There it was, against the purple skies, looking serene, pristine, unspoilt, and absolutely free and here i was in stinky, sweat drenched clothes and i thought we would never deign to accept such an invitation. So i looked down again to return contempt for contempt. And it was then that i asked myself: why was it looking down? It had all the space it needed up there. There was absolutely nobody or no thing in its horizontal plane of view. It could enjoy absolute freedom! Something we humans can never experience. Yet it was choosing not to. It was then that i realised that it was more attached to the earth than that open, free space. Here, on crowded earth was its food, its fuel for survival. Here on overpopulated earth were also, probably, its children, its reason for survival, if at all it cares to reason. Here ,also, it was born and so, perhaps, its emotional attachment if at all it has any. So i just tried to draw a parallel of sorts: If i go abroad, to the land of oppurtunity and freedom, i may never sense so much excitement at this greater freedom. For, here, in India, are my roots. It is here i was born. It is here that my family stays and it is here that i have everything that is of any value and consequence to me! So, effectively, it is no freedom at all! So, i too, might after all, like that bird, keep staring down at India from the greener, higher lands of that wealthy nation.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Privacy lost

I have lost my personal diary. I mean,I just learnt from my friend, during grub, that he read my blogs. My latest blogs. It is as if they've lost their virginity. They are not pure anymore. The words stand naked before anonymous eyes. What's more some nice man by the name Joe has posted a comment against one of them. Thanks Joe. Only, i was a little astonished when he praised the post 'Burst of passion' as good creative writing. I wish to correct my good man here saying that that was the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I shall write with caution hereafter; for at some level of consciousness the fact that these words are being read would be acknowledged by my brain. However, that doesn't mean i'll be more systematic, and structured. It just means i shan't let you in on private detail beyond what i consider permissible. Is addiction to blogging a bad thing? I have posted four blogs in two days now! I need to think of some other distractions. Besides, i am not being very creative here.

Love. What is love? Caught a friend online when she had apparently broken up with her boyfriend. Tough situation for me there. I am not exactly an expert at handling these incomprehensible emotional fights. I said a little this and a little that and finally scared the poor creature out of her wits by telling her to turn in to a saint. There ended the conversation. But i shall get back to the important question: What is love? Does love exist? Is love mere infatuation? If no, how is it any different from infatuation? I am not talking here about the affection for blood relations. That love i shall explain may be in another blog or if you contact me in person. But this 'love' between lovers. What is it? What do they mean when they say 'I love you'? Is it as good as saying, 'I am infatuated with you'? Or is there something beyond mere infatuation in love.If so, what is it? I need the help of lovers here.'Oh lovers of the world, answer me!'. But i need that you give rational, logical explanations. Arguments like, "One just has to experience it. It is something much beyond infatuation,Karthik. It's love." won't help one bit. What is that extra 'thingy'? I do not wish to dismiss love cynically as mere trash invented to clothe the sexual desires. When hordes of men have turned insane, when reams of poetry have been written and when nations have gone to war all for love there must be something to it. I used to be convinced by such an argument. But not any more. Almost as many people believe in love as in God. But that doesn't mean God exists. Does God exist? That question i shall go in to on another occasion.

Now let me tell you all i can on the issue. Love, as we see today, between girlfriends and boyfriends, who cling to each other for a while before they break down and break up is no love at all. That is a plain fad. That's right, fashion. So much has been cleared up. Love, true love, if at all it exists, i am sure, can be felt only after much interaction between the two people for a great period of time. Initially, at the tender age at which people fall in love, there is a tendency on both sides to show the Jekyll in the themselves. This veil of pretence is dropped only after a great deal of interaction, after much comfort is established. Now begins the honest interaction. Here, if two people discover they have much in common then they develop a strong liking for the other person. After all, man is a social animal, and would love to find company that is most like him. When this liking couples with the physical lust, love blossoms. This is as much as i dare blurt out without having experienced it myself. Corrections anyone?

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Burst of passion

For some inexplicable reason i have suddenly developed an obsession for blogging. I just hope it isn't mere childish delight. For one, it is a wonderful means of catharsis. For another, there are no rules in this form of writing. I can ramble on and on in any manner i please. There is no ambition when i am writing a blog. I mean, if i were writing an article then i'd be determined to keep it logical and structured so that it makes sense to the reader and so on..Here, it is writing for the pure fun of it; and perhaps due to a slight excess of free time. I have been indulging in social networking a lot lately. There is this social networking site called 'orkut' where i have just created a place for myself. What's more i have diligently searched out a lot of my friends,new and old, and added them to my list. My apologies to those pals whom i have missed out on. But with the kind of net speed we have in the insti it is a lot of hard work. In some senses, it has paid off. I got in touch with a lot of my school and junior college pals. Infact, i had more words over im the other day with one of my junior college friends than i did in the two years we had spent together!! Almost everyday of last week i was busy chatting either to a school friend or a college friend. It was a helluva lot of fun. Particularly so because it was quiz week and this was a wonderful diversion from the boredom of my department courses.

I have also been ambitious enough to create a community of mine called 'Born Philosophers'. I have been doing my share to make it popular by messaging possible members. Perhaps, when my blogs become popular this would be another effort in that direction.

Quizzes got over today. Today's quiz delayed and held at our lunch hour. I was hungry and restles, so i wrote brief(and hopefully accurate) answers and turned in my paper a good twenty minutes ahead of time much to the surprise of my prof. who said, "Are you done?!" "Yes,", i replies smiling at his astonishment and left the room with a high head hoping that my friends would notice and come up to me after the exam praising my 'studness'. Well, that wasn't to be for i had to go somewhere when they all came out. Darn!

Can u believe it, i am blogging at five in the evening. No, i can't let blogging spoil my wonderful routine. Playtime folks!!!! See you soon!

Monday, September 19, 2005

Doubly miserable

I shouldn't have got myself so worked up after the quiz. It is a twenty mark exam after all; not the end of the world. I hope my hastiness in forgiven by the professors. Some may have a sadistic pleasure in setting tough papers but most might just genuinely overestimate our capacity. They are forgiven their errors too. So now we are even. Yet, i feel miserable. I spurted out non-sense on an impulse. But to add to the wound is a physical internal injury. The mess food seems to have been unhygenic. I am feeling slightly ill. I suspect the mess workers are terrorists trying to take over the institute by poisoning the students. I must devise a master plan. Uh oh, must hold back these cynical accusations. So, perhaps some mess workers get a sadistic pleasure out of poisoning us but most might just geniunely overestimate our capacity to withstand poison.Nope, a similar argument fails. No, i must not be cynical. Trust, dear fellow.Trust. Perhaps, they were trying to maintain hygene after all but some sinister insect with a fiendish plan, a jehadi in all probability, commited suicide by nose-diving into the dish after it was prepared. Ah, wicked insects. I knew it. So, i must control the insect population in the campus. This is getting tougher. What should my master plan be? No, i must not be so sceptical. Perhaps the insects are not jehadis after all. Perhaps this particular one was genuinely bored with life. I can imagine: the same fellow insects(there isn't even a variety in colour and clothing!), the same filth, the same filthy odours, the same filthy victims. The same routine every day of its short life. How dreary! Little wonder that it committed suicide(there is also the incentive of losing out on fewer hours of precious life)!. But then, there is still evil lurking in the world. Why didn't the fellow insects console the depressed and disillusioned creature? Why didn't they comfort him? This isn't suicide friends. It's cold-blooded murder! Now, what motives do we see? Either he was a paramour to some impulsive, thoughtless 'insectess' OR he was plain rich; perhaps he was a spider with an excess of insects in his web. But then, the throngs in my room never quarel in this way. Is that because they fear i am policing them? Perhaps. But perhaps, it wasn't a spider at all. Hmm...i need to learn more about insects and their territorial nature. So, things are getting complex. Now, i am not sure of the precise nature of our villian. Veiled evil. How do i track down this evil now? Can't think of anything. But no, i must not be sceptical. So, there is only one thing left to do. Trust in evil...trust in evil....trust in evil..........trust in my mind........

Master Plan

Okay, I have just written a quiz. I am excited. I suspect there is a league of professors in the institute who are actually asylum escapes in disguise. I have found two of them during the present quizzes. One gave us notes to prepare from for the quiz and asked precisely those parts which he had deleted deliberately from these notes while the other gave almost half the paper from what we learnt 365 days back. There are a handful of others i have identified from quizzes in the past years. But i haven't apprehended them for i didn't realise their sinister intentions at that time: they intend to take over the institute. So, i intend to take serious action now. I must diversify my choice of subjects. But wait, i am in my final year already and am running out of time. The mob is a huge one. No, i cannot let my institute suffer in ignorance of all this. I just devised a master plan. I intend to take the help of my fellow campus mates in my mission. I shall carefully cull out the most intelligent students from all the various disciplines and years and form a secret intelligence squad. The sole purpose of the members of this squad is to prepare thoroughly and write quizzes in diverse subjects. Each time there is an aberration, an absurdity in the score of these peers an asylum runaway has been identified. Ah, now that i have the plan well-worked out i am happy; but if i am to contribute to this squad as a member i had better go now and prepare thoroughly for tomorrow's quiz. See you soon!

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Intimidating Linux

I have just bought a new computer. Out of fear that viruses will get transferred to my comp. thru the LAN i am using linux instead of windows. The moment i open the terminal i am at a loss. What commands do i type? What do they mean? What is a file? What is a directory? Would this command upset the comp? So many questions bombard my head. What's more, i have been able to use my computer only 3 weeks after purchase thanks to a host of hardware and OS problems. So i feel all the more insecure about doing anything without checking with existing linux users. It is little surprise to me that windows maintains its popularity. The user-friendliness of windows is just incredible. Even my grandmother uses windows.
All this leads me to another question: Why so much jargon? 'Compile rpm from the source' my friend told me. 'What's source?', i asked in all ignorance. 'it is a .bz2 file' was the curt reply. Ah, that's much better! 'So, are all ".bz2" files souces?' 'Usually,' was the doubtful reply. Why is it so full of jargon? Why can't it be in plain english? I sincerely wish that linux were and the commands were made more user-friendly so that even ordinary mortals like me can access enjoy the luxuries of linux.