Read this from calculus. Instead of putting a link, I thought I would copy the text. Any ya... "Thanks VIKAS for the info".
This is courtesy of Vikas.....
YEAR 1981:
Prince Charles marries Diana
Pope is dead
Liverpool wins the EPL
2005:
Prince Charles marries again.
Pope is dead
Liverpool wins the EPL
The next time, pope is ill and Liverpool has a more than likely chance of winning the EPL, Camila better be on the watch
Monday, July 25, 2005
Friday, July 22, 2005
Spooked!!
Hope is one which can never be hoped for.
Why does it so happen that when you want something so desperately to happen it never does. And when you actually don’t care about it anymore, it just does.
I was hoping, praying, wishing..... To clear my paper in the revaluation. Although, I knew at the back of my head that it was something not possible (probably 'cause of the place I am) but I hoped it would. The last time I did that was for my IIT results which were 2 years back.
The end results are the same. I did not make it to the IITs nor did I clear the reval.
It was certainly not something I thought would happen. I never expected an arrear in "Analog Communication". I thought I did that pretty well.
Not that I care about the arrear 'cause I feel these are not the right people to judge me and it’s not the first time I had one. The problem here is that it coincides with my Hyderabad plan which I have been planning ever since I landed up in this desert. All the wonderful plans and thoughts just vanish in an instant.
It was indeed a sad evening. Getting blasted in class, finally manage to keep my cool and my friend pops in to give the bad news.
It was a very different feeling. I was pulled into some other dimension. I saw my past life. What I was and what I am. Comparing and contrasting. My mind, blasting with all the expletives known to mankind, pushing me to the edge. Answering all the questions I was afraid to ask, questioning all the questions I dreaded.
I suddenly realized I was getting drenched and my cell was ringing (thanks to the vibrator!!). I hear a voice which was very familiar (I must have been hearing it for the past 14 years of my life!!).
"Yo DUDE!! Whats up? I am having a great time out here. Called up just to burn you up a little." said ARCANE from the other end. Well, he did end up burning me a lot more than he expected to... but that temporarily got me out of the "fucked up" dimension. I told him... you just couldn’t have found a better time to call.
Not for long though. I fell asleep all of a sudden and got sucked back where I left it. Only difference, this was more fearful. Reminded me of Harry Potter. It was like I was in a Pensieve. The difference being that I was not in control. It was a tough ordeal. I got up all sweating and my pillow was wet. I had no idea what was happening.
I could remember every daam thing that happened. Crystal Clear. The positive aspect of this was that it just opened my eyes. It just told me that I was deviating too much (hey... I might deviate so much that I might start following the path usually traveled!)
IS THIS WHAT PEOPLE CALL SELF REALISATION.
Why does it so happen that when you want something so desperately to happen it never does. And when you actually don’t care about it anymore, it just does.
I was hoping, praying, wishing..... To clear my paper in the revaluation. Although, I knew at the back of my head that it was something not possible (probably 'cause of the place I am) but I hoped it would. The last time I did that was for my IIT results which were 2 years back.
The end results are the same. I did not make it to the IITs nor did I clear the reval.
It was certainly not something I thought would happen. I never expected an arrear in "Analog Communication". I thought I did that pretty well.
Not that I care about the arrear 'cause I feel these are not the right people to judge me and it’s not the first time I had one. The problem here is that it coincides with my Hyderabad plan which I have been planning ever since I landed up in this desert. All the wonderful plans and thoughts just vanish in an instant.
It was indeed a sad evening. Getting blasted in class, finally manage to keep my cool and my friend pops in to give the bad news.
It was a very different feeling. I was pulled into some other dimension. I saw my past life. What I was and what I am. Comparing and contrasting. My mind, blasting with all the expletives known to mankind, pushing me to the edge. Answering all the questions I was afraid to ask, questioning all the questions I dreaded.
I suddenly realized I was getting drenched and my cell was ringing (thanks to the vibrator!!). I hear a voice which was very familiar (I must have been hearing it for the past 14 years of my life!!).
"Yo DUDE!! Whats up? I am having a great time out here. Called up just to burn you up a little." said ARCANE from the other end. Well, he did end up burning me a lot more than he expected to... but that temporarily got me out of the "fucked up" dimension. I told him... you just couldn’t have found a better time to call.
Not for long though. I fell asleep all of a sudden and got sucked back where I left it. Only difference, this was more fearful. Reminded me of Harry Potter. It was like I was in a Pensieve. The difference being that I was not in control. It was a tough ordeal. I got up all sweating and my pillow was wet. I had no idea what was happening.
I could remember every daam thing that happened. Crystal Clear. The positive aspect of this was that it just opened my eyes. It just told me that I was deviating too much (hey... I might deviate so much that I might start following the path usually traveled!)
IS THIS WHAT PEOPLE CALL SELF REALISATION.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Theoretically doing practicals
Had yet another bad day. Not that I care about 'cause I got used to it. This time it was in the lab.
My prof never understood the logic behind my readings. He was shouting about practicality and was saying my reading were theoretically wrong. Well, theoretically you are allowed 10% error margin but then.... this happens to be my college lab with lots of components used over and over again. So... you just can’t expect 10% error to be possible. I was explaining him about the tolerances and he blew his cork. I end up missing my lunch *sniff* and had to sit thought the afternoon in my classroom with 3 hours of boring instrumentation.
I was all the time thinking. Lots of people don’t consider the practical error margins. People back here lack the practical touch. Everyone perfect theoretically but totally screwed up practically.
Things look fine on paper but not in life. What would happen without the practical knowledge? That gets me back from where I started.... screwed up education system!! More concentration on mugging things than promoting creativity.
Happens in my college too. Doing a project is great. All my friends here keep talking about the projects they are doing. But, how many of them are doing "innovative" projects.... ZILCH!!
Where has all the creative and innovative inspiration gone? Are we stuck just modifying the existing technology?
Reminds me of my history class.... Krishna Mukharjee maam teaching about renaissence way back in Europe in 15th century.
WE NEED ONE RIGHT NOW. Now is when I hope... history repeats itself.
My prof never understood the logic behind my readings. He was shouting about practicality and was saying my reading were theoretically wrong. Well, theoretically you are allowed 10% error margin but then.... this happens to be my college lab with lots of components used over and over again. So... you just can’t expect 10% error to be possible. I was explaining him about the tolerances and he blew his cork. I end up missing my lunch *sniff* and had to sit thought the afternoon in my classroom with 3 hours of boring instrumentation.
I was all the time thinking. Lots of people don’t consider the practical error margins. People back here lack the practical touch. Everyone perfect theoretically but totally screwed up practically.
Things look fine on paper but not in life. What would happen without the practical knowledge? That gets me back from where I started.... screwed up education system!! More concentration on mugging things than promoting creativity.
Happens in my college too. Doing a project is great. All my friends here keep talking about the projects they are doing. But, how many of them are doing "innovative" projects.... ZILCH!!
Where has all the creative and innovative inspiration gone? Are we stuck just modifying the existing technology?
Reminds me of my history class.... Krishna Mukharjee maam teaching about renaissence way back in Europe in 15th century.
WE NEED ONE RIGHT NOW. Now is when I hope... history repeats itself.
Friday, July 01, 2005
The BLACK KNIGHT!!
Change is the only thing that is constant!
Keep hearing that all the time. Totally agree with it. Your dearest possession could be lost in matter of hours. Thats what happened to me!! This post is in the memory of my dear bike THE YAMAHA 135.
For those who think she expired...... remove that fucking thought from your head. It is just that i miss her a lot. It was just yesterday that i was crusing on her and now i am all alone.
Continueing from my last post, madurai seems to be a very different place now. Well, i will talk about it later.
I have been with my bike for almost 4 years now. I can still remember the smell of the fresh paint when she came from the showroom. God, i still dream about it in my dreams. She was such a beauty. We sure have spent a lot of time together. Girls usually talk to their teddys about their problems. Well, I talk to my bike and she responds almost immediatly. Everytime i am down she gives me the best rides possible. She never complains even if i rip her at 110 kmph. And there are times when she felt down and i would give her a nice wash to make her happy. We had a wonderful relationship. Over the time we spent together, we started understanding each other very well. Any problem with her, i would know where exactly it is and vice-versa.
There were times when both of us spent time on the tarmac. Those were the days. Experimenting with the wheeli, or probably try out heoric stunts. We used to watch people do it on tv, go on the net and find out how it is done and then try it out. Well, it surely not that easy as it is to read on the net.
We have seen a lot of accidents together. Probably 2 major ones. In one i broke my hand and the other she damaged half her body. But in the end, we both are still doing what we love to do... PUSHING EACH OTHER TO THE LIMITS!!
LOVE YOU!! *snif*
Keep hearing that all the time. Totally agree with it. Your dearest possession could be lost in matter of hours. Thats what happened to me!! This post is in the memory of my dear bike THE YAMAHA 135.
For those who think she expired...... remove that fucking thought from your head. It is just that i miss her a lot. It was just yesterday that i was crusing on her and now i am all alone.
Continueing from my last post, madurai seems to be a very different place now. Well, i will talk about it later.
I have been with my bike for almost 4 years now. I can still remember the smell of the fresh paint when she came from the showroom. God, i still dream about it in my dreams. She was such a beauty. We sure have spent a lot of time together. Girls usually talk to their teddys about their problems. Well, I talk to my bike and she responds almost immediatly. Everytime i am down she gives me the best rides possible. She never complains even if i rip her at 110 kmph. And there are times when she felt down and i would give her a nice wash to make her happy. We had a wonderful relationship. Over the time we spent together, we started understanding each other very well. Any problem with her, i would know where exactly it is and vice-versa.
There were times when both of us spent time on the tarmac. Those were the days. Experimenting with the wheeli, or probably try out heoric stunts. We used to watch people do it on tv, go on the net and find out how it is done and then try it out. Well, it surely not that easy as it is to read on the net.
We have seen a lot of accidents together. Probably 2 major ones. In one i broke my hand and the other she damaged half her body. But in the end, we both are still doing what we love to do... PUSHING EACH OTHER TO THE LIMITS!!
LOVE YOU!! *snif*
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