Beyond Expression....!

The month of february is usually the most awaited month in college. We have our two main fests Engineer and a cultural fest Incident. Seniors kept talking about it the whole of last sem and the hype was building and we couldnt wait for the month of feb to start. Feb begun on a slightly sad note as we had the small matter of mid sem exams but we crossed that hurdle and we were ready to have a blast. It didnt exactly work out that way though. First up was Engineer and that is Boring like hell. It was all about geeky robotics stuff and boring seminars by boring people for students who dont want to be bored . So you can imagine how engi panned out for me. Since engi was dead boring i was looking at inci to add some spark into my life and oh Boy it didnt disappoint!!!! Incident was amazing .There were a lot of events in which even i could be interested in participating( quizzes mostly and yes nothing involving robotics :P).
One of the best part of inci was the basketball events . There was a regular basketball tournament plus the extra 3 point shootout and dunk competititon. Obvs Nitk was the most favoured team( not in the girls event , mind you. MCC girls were heavily favoured there for very obvious reasons, so much so that people decided to go to the western musicals a bit late because of the MCC vs BMSCE match). The 3 point out shootout was won by nikhilesh of NITK but what was surprising for me and really really really impressive was when the captain of the MCC team finished second beating tons of guys . Women are catching up with men i tell, its a bad sign :P. In the regular tournament there was a lot of drama as well. two matches i rememeber vividly was the semis and the finals. THe semi between josephs and jain was pure class. Josephs leading 57-55 with 3 secs to go and what happens next is unbelievable. The no 7 of jain just chucks the ball from little over the halfway line and the ball just goes in drawing gasps and shocks all around . He rightfully received a standing ovation after that.Jain scripted a dream story with a surprise victory over a strong and grossly underperforming nitk. During this time girls from bangalore colleges who were all over the campus made many nitkians have second thoughts about joining this college. The night shows were obviously were people had a blast. Be it the eastern musical, western , fashion show, DJ nite and the concert by Ganjawalla . Attendance was great and it was a big hit. A band called evergreen performed at western musicals and i really thought they were good. They played two covers of maiden well especially "burn".

But the marquee events , what people are still talking about , were the fashion show and the concert by ganjawala . The fashion show was really not a fashion show in the typical sense because people go to a fashion show to look at clothes but 500+ nitk eyes were only fixed on women from ramaiah and manipal modelling the clothes lol. Much to the shock of everyone around it was the boys team with their amazing costumes who win it and i think it was the right decision even though i dont want to beleive it :P. Dj nite was sad! Even though nikhil chinappa came, I discovered that techno is very very monotonous and doesnt have much range. Are electric and techno the same and could anyone spot the difference????? And everyone said kunal ganjawala concert was reallly good ( I didnt attend though because i wasnt well which has been the case this whole semester :( ) .As for me i participated in lit events , mostly all quizzes and all though i didnt do that well since my quizzing standards have drastically dropped from what it was once i do promise to return next year hopefully as a better quizzer. Incident was amazing . It stayed true to its tagline as we were rightfully left "beyond expression". Can't wait for next year!!

Stay Away from me...

No its not you of course , its that darned fella exams..... We all hate it but we have to learn to live with it. Exam times are the times you always dread where your life becomes hell for a week. You are sad before the exam and still not releived after it because its always on your mind that you are one step closer to a bigger exam. And the education cycle continues. Me? I keep thinking of ways to live a normal life during the exam time as i dont like to over-burden myself(but i end up doing so 10 times out of ten).



*The best way to combat an exam is to study continuosly so that very less is left at the end. I realized the importance of this last sem as i got fucked trying to fit everything in my cranium at the end. So i decided that this semester would be different. Fast forward to one week before the mid sem exam and i was making a study plan as to how to fit everything-in again. You guessed it right. I didnt even look at the books til then...lol

*The plan is near perfect. The execution on the other hand is pathetic
Plan-: 1) come back from previous exam. start of at 2
2) 2- 4:45- Study physics( which is day after) so that the burden becomes less
3) start Mech which is the next day. first up , 5:00 to 7:30 - Refrigeration and air conditioning
4)Dinner and then 8:00 to 9:00-: Steam
5) 9:00 to 9:45 - Ic engines
6) 9:45 to 10:30 - power transmission and we are done ! foolproof plan. i should be an architect. Bath, and then do some other subject

Execution-: - doze off till 4:30 , at 12 i have finished just refrigeration and steam . I stink- someone drag me to the bathroom.

* You always waste time in useless things like chatting and gossip(yes this happens in a boys hostel, a lot actually) but when it comes to doing the important things in life u have second thoughts. why? because in that 5 minutes we could revise what we studied. Smart, aren't we? For example When i wake up on the morning of an exam i always look lazily at my toothbrush thinking" Do i really have to????, i can revise in that time". Forcibly , with a little help from anurag who always try to keep the room sane while me and Manoj act like spoilt brats, I inspire myself to brush my teeth. After multiple cavaties i have improved myself to brushing twice a day. wohoooooo!!!!!. What brushing is for me is bathing for manoj. His theory is " If you have bath at midnight , isnt it a bath for thursday and friday".Hitting two birds with one stone as the yanks put it. He didnt get an IITjEE EMl for nothing you know. But credit to him, this time he has had bath on all three days of the mid sem. So kudos to our room. 25 rocks!!!!

* As the fed-ex was getting derailed i had begun to lose interest in Tennis from the beginning of last yr. Add the fact that Juju( Justine Henin) retired tennis took a big backseat. But the day before Math my interest in tennis was revived and i Had to watch that match. To my pleasant surprise the tv room was full. No one wanted to study, haha.

*At the end of it all , you always come out saying, " Shit , that was bad i could have scored better if i prepared regularly. I will change myself... blah blah blah...". After a piss poor physics exam i am saying the same thing. I will study physics every week from now on. I will leave no stone unturned. But wait let Feb get over first . we have two big college fests, you see. :P :P Here we go again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The beautiful game is still beautiful....

Thanks to this man, Ricardo Izecson dos santos leite known to the whole world as 'Kaka'


A very long overdue post but i wanted to write a good one for this guy so i thought of writing when i was really free.Times have changed in football . Money is everything now and the more you invest seems the more you gain. Guys from nowhere with a bucketfull of cash own a football club which according to me takes some shine of a football club. So when some abu dhabi company with their oil soaked money took over ManC , people raised their eyebrows because Manc went from being the 'other' team in Manchester( After Wigan obviously :P) to the richest club in the world. Their transfer kitty was 3 or 4 times more than the average big club and this meant trouble. No player was out of their reach and suddenly names flew in. Berbatov, Villa, ronaldo , Cesc and much to my horror my beloved Ricky Kaka , the Saviour of milan in 90% of their matches. At hostel i dont have a system or laptop(yet ) so the frequency of me coming online has drastically reduced. I hadnt been in touch with transfer rumours or anything sort of milan news for a few days and suddenly out of nowhere my friend Rajath texts me that City had an enormous 120 million pound bid for Kaka and 120 million is 120 million so Milan couldnt refuse and they accepted the bid . ManC was ready to double kaka's wages and all in all kaka would be covered in money . In the real world none of us would pass up an oppportunity to increase our salary by a few folds and rightly so because lets face it no matter what people say money is very important in life. And so the days went by, goal.com was eating my head with reports that the deal was nearly done and the move was said to be a sure one.For one moment my rock solid faith in kaka seemed to be breaking. But wait did anyone ask kaka what he wanted???? Well kaka gave a response which touched me and most of my fellow rossoneri

The chest beating and the jersey display truly established his love and loyalty to the club. I should be ashamed in doubting his loyalty to the club for even a moment. I should be beleiving in Kaka rather than useless websites spinning stories to make a quick buck. I am convinced he will remain in this club for a long time and i hope he gets the armband very soon. Kaka made me a very proud fan and kept intact the reason why i fell in love this club . Milan is special where the players club ant the fans share a unique bond signified by the legend, god- maldini himself and now Kaka moved up a notch in my books. Thank you ricky, I love you man!

The Wonder Years..

I am always happy to say I got to spend two years at Kendriya Vidyalaya, Malleswaram(KVM). My regret is that I got to spend only two years at kvm :( . I tell you this place is like no other and i hardly noticed as time flew by and suddenly we were 18 and leaving school. On thing in KVM was that there was always fun to have . I dont think we were ever bored in class. Our class had a bunch of vivid, lively characters - each one poles apart from one another. Together we combined and made this place an amazing circus... sorry I mean school. When I first came to class and looked around the place was freaking empty. Only the new arrivals like Arunesh and Kishore were around. Then 2-3 minutes before the bell , they all came . Some came in groups and some alone but they arrived - the students who did their 10th in kvm and decided to continue their higher secondary over here itself.During class all i had to do was take one glance to look through a person. Naveen , Pranjal, Bharath seemed like the cool guys whom everyone wanted to hang out with . You could know that because around 5 others tried to sit in the same bench as them . They all fit in. Dont ask me how! this was the last bench . As my eyes moved forward to the first benches i identified the nerds. Prasad, Anirudha, Sreepada, Sumanth, Ramnarayan etc .Ignore and move on. Enter the god of teaching Raveendran. Now this man was a class apart. In his two years of teaching chemistry, I can positively assure we learnt nothing. Even when the man tried his best to impart knowledge we did our best to block all chemistry from entering our head. But boy was his class a joy or what. He used to spend 25 mins in attendance and class teacher work not to forget he always made attempts to tame naveen , bharat , shashwath ,pranjal and the rest of the last bench gang. His short term memory made it even better. He used to change our places every day and we used to immediately change it back.He wouldnt notice and then next day after another prank places would be changed and it went on and on...... lol. His classes used to start when the bell rang and he used to always borrow time from the next class. He was tooooo funny and always remain my favourite teacher. The best part of kvm were my classmates. I tell you , those guys knew how to live. they made every momoent worth rememebering for the rest of our lives. I made plenty of good friends here and adjusting as a new student is no problem at all here. There were plenty of funny moments. Kallu coming late to class every single day of the year and giving the same 'ol excuse of " I couldnt get the bus", Prajwal scaring the shit out of harshal with his boooooo, Siddharth Vinod getting the formula of sodium chloride wrong(wtf?), tug of war using preetam mohanty's hands, Mohanty's retaliation after the tug of war where he lifted chairs and desks and threatened to throw it at me and naveen, Games period, bunking classes and playing games, Bindulakshmi(math teacher) accusing prajwal and prasad of gay activities in class --- looool, Akshit getting booed by small kids when he did a creed song on stage, Anything stupid Pranjal could pull of in class... I could go on and on . But these two years are very close to my heart. I am not going to forget it for sure and i thing it is aptly titled "the wonder years ".I am a proud alumni of this school and if i havent said it enough I love this place. I think i am really fortunate to have quite a few of these amazing friends i made in school join me in college @ NITK. In these four years of engineering we will all surely dive in to the swimming pool of fun. THAT I can assure you.

A Herculean Task

Studying. Yes , the original purpose of coming to NITK is the epitome for herculean task( Can you believe it guys , our parents think that their boys have gone to receive education . hahhaha. what they don't know won't hurt them ;) ). OK , Physics cycle has started ,more than 10 days have gone by but hey this is supposed to be the chilled out cycle, not a pain in the arse like The chem cycle( the eg sheets have still been preserved for a nice little burning later ). But the guys in my class have already started romancing with their books and as usual I seem to be losing the plot in the class. Not even 1 word of electronics has gone into my head and dont even talk about physics (* yawn *, zzzzzzz... *snore* ). The plan was to start a little 'light' studying on Saturday( 20/12/08). Simple enough, you would think. But then .....

Lets recount the events of that day . Lets start off with Friday Night because owing to our late sleeping habits we face everday's early hours . Naveen to everyone " chal , chinky(yashasvi) ke room mein movie dekhte hain". We watch Road Trip till 12:30 in the night(saturday morning technically :D) . It was a great movie and all of us had a good time . I come back to my room and see a novel " Midnight's Children" on my table. I found this novel difficult and slow moving until that point but when i picked it up that time, it just became too fucking interesting . And in no time it was 2:30 and i decided to call it a day.

*Sunlight in my eyes* , * some noises* its 9:00 am in the morning , my roomate Mayank is getting ready to go the CCC to watch porn. I let him be and go back to sleep. 10:00 am- i make another attempt at waking up, but darn it i find it difficult to get my big ass of the bed.

10:40- Ladies and gentlemen, i am awake . *clap*, *clap*, *clap*.

I spend some time messaging and at 11:00 am i am off to do my morning rituals. During this time I gather important statistics , the envy of every mathematician . Only 1 in 4 people consider flushing necessary. Sad, I know ! . 11:30- I decide to orkut and spend One and a half to 2 hours on the net . Since its a bit late for the mess for hot food I decide to eat @ Punjabi dhabi and owing to their snail like pace in service (even when you are the only customer) its 2:20 to 2:30 by the time i return to the room. Ok now i can get to studies ,right?? no way in hell. I see "midnights children " on my table. Didn't this book get good last night ?? yes of course, i'll read for some time. Before u know it, its 5:30 in the evening and Sai teja is at my door . Gym time . After fucking with our thigh muscles in the gym(thanks to the painful side situps which bring tears to my eyes.* sniff *) , we play a good game of basket ball later and its 8:00 by the time i return to the room (after dinner of course), A mountain of clothes wait to be washed and i need to have a bath because at that moment even a skunk would be disgusted with my smell. But out of nowhere my friend from Megahlaya- Biplab visits my room . This was the first time i met him this sem . Biplab is a guy with a colourful personality. u gotta meet him to know how awesome he is. Time flies by like a hawk as i reminisce memories with Bippuu and it is 9:30 in the night. The clothes havent magically gone and washed themselves and i still stink . The washing of the clothes is postponed to sunday morning( It actually happened on Sunday night though, lol) but the much needed bath happens and at 10:00 pm - i am as fresh as a daisy . After a little chit-chatting with naveen, ani, mathur and the rest of the gang(the best pastime) i go back to Midnights's children which has become Imba by now!!( Salman rushdie should be paying me for this kind of marketing , hehe). I sleep thinking" I couldnt study today, too bad, but its allright. Tomorrow is Sunday, its a Holiday . I can study tomorrow . Yes, I will !!!!"

Update- since i am posting this on Thursday i can give u an update. The studying didnt actually start until Tuesday -10:00 pm . who would have predicted that?? lol. At 10:30 My roommate Anurag found me asleep with the book in hand . Oh well.......

A Walk To Remember !

Well I kept this title because it wasa movie of the same title which made want to write. Well , a million dollar question- How many guys get their eyes moist while watching these sad-ending chick flicks ?? On the internet , mainly in forums with anonymous or pseudo names many guys do admit  that  these movies do move them a lot and a little tears can't be helped but We all l know we won't ever admit it in real world . Of course we are men and we don't cry , rite?
                                            With me , honestly I can't help the tears fall back if the movies are that sad . Generally movies are ment to be enjoyed which is the sole purpose why me and most other people watch it as there is no better way to spend 2 hrs.  So basically I am getting cheated with the sad movies because I am not a happy man after watching it. Why, why , why do you need a sad ending??? This is fiction FFS, you are supposed to have control  over the story line unlike in real life. Why can't we always have a happily ever after? When I was 14 or 15 I saw the the notebook and goddamn it , it was moving . I thought getting your eyes moist is only a phase but i was wrong . It continues ,be it A bridge to terabithia or a walk to remember  . But as a lover Of movies , you have to admit these kind of movies have a storyline which has quality written all over it. I guess we do need such movies to make us realise that life is not always a bed of roses.

You wouldn't have been reading this if.......

Well last week was a terrible one where we had to witness the ghastly terrorist attack on Mumbai. Most of us wonder as to how a fellow human being can act like this killing so many innocent lives. Well stop wondering folks. They aren't human beings in the first place for you to give them this consideration . The are obviously lacking the basic emotion which defines a human being "Humanity". I don't know the exact statistics but i think atleast 150 lives were taken away. Some brave officers lost their lives fighting for the cause. I salute them.They have my highest respect . My condolences to the bereaved families but it obviously means nothing because if there is such a thing called priceless in this world , it is the price of a life. I did watch a few survivors narrating their near death experience to the viewers. These people need all the moral support they can get . Its not easy to put this incident behind them and say lets just move on. Life will never be the same again no matter how much you try to put up a brave face to it.


Speaking about near death experience , I have had my own. All I can say is " You wouldnt have been reading this post if i hadn't got lucky". I guess it was August 2006 , I was in 11 th standard and didn't know any better . Let me jog you through the incident . I remember it very clearly even though i don't want to. It was a Saturday and school got over at the usual time. I made a mix up in the buses and consequently i got into a bus which would stop a bit away from my regular bus-stop. Ahhhh, but i am too impatient and too foolish . I made up my mind to get down at the signal . But while we came near the place ,the signal was in green so the bus moved on and took a turn. The driver reduced the speed so that some of us could get down at the turn . Maybe two or three guys got down before me and before i got my turn the bus started accelerating . But i was stubborn on this and like the numbskull I was I jumped off the running Bus . The next few seconds are a blank. My foot was in deep pain, there were numerous deep wounds on my hand. I dont know what really happened to my foot. Whether the bus itself ran over it or another car( I'm on the main road , remember). I limped my way to home. my parents took me to Bowring hospital . The pain had become worse and I was taken in a trolley to take an X-ray. It was then, while lying on the trolley , unable to walk I realised the magnitude of this incident. My thoughts were " What the fuck were you trying to pull off, you stupid clown? . Look what has happened to you ". I was very afraid at that moment. i feared permanent damage to my foot and ofcourse I was crying like a baby. The Doctors took an X-Ray and Thank God nothing major had happened. I had to put one of those plasters and take bed rest ,which i accepted in a heartbeat because i had initially feared worse. The thing is I got very very very lucky . Generally i read about people getting run over by a bus when they alight from a running one. I was lucky I didnt get run over by one and only my foot came in the way of whatever it was. Lets face it, my chances of survival would have been none had the unthinkable happened. As I write this I feel like thanking God for saving me and altering my fate. I loved canvas shoes and nearly wore them everyday to school but that day I changed my mind and decided to wear leather shoes( why?? Divine force?? maybe, maybe). Ofcourse they were a tremendous help. The leather exterior reduced the impact on my foot, hence it wasnt smashed to smithereens . Again very very very lucky. But Ofcourse this incident has changed my life. I can't fully put it behind me. I will always remember it. I am overly cautious on the road now and maybe sometimes scared to cross the road when the bus approaches or if there are too many vehicles on the streets. But yes, I am a much smarter, wiser, mature?( I dont think so but getting there :D) and I am pretty sure I won't be repeating this outrageously dumb and stupid stunt again . All I have to do is to look at my wrist and see that very prominent scar and say " Never again".