I will remember today for two things : First, today marked the commencement of a significant (and dark) chapter of my life, wherein, the duties of the service and maintenance of the cars officially fell into my hands; and second it was also probably the most boring and uneventful day of my life.
Well, yes, today for the first time in my life, I actually took the Santro for servicing. This comes after weeks of scrounging on this task and delaying it as much as possible! Today, finally, Dad insisted that I go and get it done. As I said, this marks a dark and inglorious chapter of my life, for this duty to take the cars for servicing is a burden beyond description. Everything comes with its price ... this is the price I am paying for learning how to drive! And believe me, there is nothing involves more stationarity and eventfulness than waiting, while your car is getting serviced. For me today, the wait was a five hour one, which was divided equally between reading George Orwell's "1984" , dozing off intermittently, thinking about this one girl,whom I so so so badly wanted, but who was just not taking any interest in me , and periodically taking out the servicing from from my bag and staring at it, in complete blankness, while projecting an image of intense concentration and focus to the rest of the world . After the gruelling day there, I came back home, upon which I sat down to write this blog ... further adding to the monotonicity of my day!
... can' t wait for the TPO biryani bash, with the bastards, on Monday!
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Fuelled
This was a lovely poem which I came across in my class 6 textbook. I wonder if any of you know this poem? I have tried long and in vain to search for it but haven't. Do let me know if you can find it anywhere. I'm a bit fuzzy about how exactly it went, but to the best of my memory it was something like this:
Fuelled
Fuelled by a million,
With the hopes of mankind,
Gallons of fuel,
and the will and efforts of counless people,
the rocket soared into space,
And everyone cheered and clapped
"Against the odds and against gravity"
Fuelled
By the will of nature,
With the aim of bursting forth and seeing the sun,
With the magic that is called life,
the tiny sapling emerged from its seed,
through the mud and soil it pushed its way,
Into the sunlight, and recieved the first rays of the sun ...
... and no one even noticed.
Fuelled
Fuelled by a million,
With the hopes of mankind,
Gallons of fuel,
and the will and efforts of counless people,
the rocket soared into space,
And everyone cheered and clapped
"Against the odds and against gravity"
Fuelled
By the will of nature,
With the aim of bursting forth and seeing the sun,
With the magic that is called life,
the tiny sapling emerged from its seed,
through the mud and soil it pushed its way,
Into the sunlight, and recieved the first rays of the sun ...
... and no one even noticed.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Khullar() ...
Shrouded in the nebulous mists of time, legend and folklore, the origin of the epoch making Khullar() function is something that has bestirred my imagination to the murkiest of its depths, and it is in the quest for the progenitor of this programming language function that I seek emotional solace for my turbulent umbra and alleviation of the fact that I am a blemish in the name of Computer Science Engineering. Many a futile year have I spent, in vain, in search of the identity of this persona, who, though illusive, could have been so dynamic and inspiring enough to make programmers, lang syne, incorporate it into their scheme of things, which has made it the quintessential part of programming, that it is today. Now in the twilight of my life spent in search for the origin of Khullar() , I concede that the elusiveness of the source has indeed vanquished me, but for the future generation, I leave behind all knowledge I have gathered, so that they may carry on from where I have left off.
The strongest and by far the most useful clue speaks of a apocryphal, Goliath-like individual named Sumeet (authenticity of this source yet to be confirmed) , who lived sometime in the era 3000 B.C to 2007 A.D ( exact time period yet to be confirmed) , and whose very existence shook the foundations of neanderthal, cro-magnonic, ancient, dark-age, industrial-age, colonial-age, modern, post-modern, communist and democratic civilizations. His body was said to put any modern day athlete to shame; his decisiveness in battle, politics, and governance made his compatriots wonder; his sexual prowess, especially his capability of achieving 10 trillion orgasms a day made every woman's flesh lust for his gift; but the most astounding quality of this man, was his foresightedness and his ability to plan out the future to the last quantum of time. Such was the aura of wonder and charismatic qualities of this legend, that early day programmers, bestowed upon his the title of God-King and, in his honour, created the one function, to rule them all, the one function to find them, the one function to hash-join them all, and in the darkness merge-sort them. Thus, spake the legends, was born the ONE function, the function which could move mountains; the function which made dogs flee, whining, tails between their legs, the one function that created and destroyed civilizations ... the Khullar() function.
More facts in support of this theory have been recently excavated at an ancient, mystical and possible pagan community on Orkut labelled "Fraud Sumeet Khullars", a name in obvious honour of this demi-godly individual. Interestingly, an entire thread has been started in reverence of the sacred name of Khullar. Numerous cryptic program code snippets, invoking the godly Khullar() function have been found, going insofar as to suggest that Sumeet though a demi-god, was an entity of plasmatic qualities with the mysterious ability to transgress from one form of being to another ("I am a khullar(), you are a khullar(), everyone is a khullar()" is one of the sayings in the thread).
More than enough bullshit for one night ... I'm sleepy, tired, mentally taxed, relieved, depressed, regretful, and saturated so its best that I turn in and be done with bullshitting around!
The strongest and by far the most useful clue speaks of a apocryphal, Goliath-like individual named Sumeet (authenticity of this source yet to be confirmed) , who lived sometime in the era 3000 B.C to 2007 A.D ( exact time period yet to be confirmed) , and whose very existence shook the foundations of neanderthal, cro-magnonic, ancient, dark-age, industrial-age, colonial-age, modern, post-modern, communist and democratic civilizations. His body was said to put any modern day athlete to shame; his decisiveness in battle, politics, and governance made his compatriots wonder; his sexual prowess, especially his capability of achieving 10 trillion orgasms a day made every woman's flesh lust for his gift; but the most astounding quality of this man, was his foresightedness and his ability to plan out the future to the last quantum of time. Such was the aura of wonder and charismatic qualities of this legend, that early day programmers, bestowed upon his the title of God-King and, in his honour, created the one function, to rule them all, the one function to find them, the one function to hash-join them all, and in the darkness merge-sort them. Thus, spake the legends, was born the ONE function, the function which could move mountains; the function which made dogs flee, whining, tails between their legs, the one function that created and destroyed civilizations ... the Khullar() function.
More facts in support of this theory have been recently excavated at an ancient, mystical and possible pagan community on Orkut labelled "Fraud Sumeet Khullars", a name in obvious honour of this demi-godly individual. Interestingly, an entire thread has been started in reverence of the sacred name of Khullar. Numerous cryptic program code snippets, invoking the godly Khullar() function have been found, going insofar as to suggest that Sumeet though a demi-god, was an entity of plasmatic qualities with the mysterious ability to transgress from one form of being to another ("I am a khullar(), you are a khullar(), everyone is a khullar()" is one of the sayings in the thread).
More than enough bullshit for one night ... I'm sleepy, tired, mentally taxed, relieved, depressed, regretful, and saturated so its best that I turn in and be done with bullshitting around!
Sunday, March 11, 2007
TEAM INDIA????
Just saw one of the stupidest clips I've ever seen on a news channel ... Shivani Kashyap yoodling some stupid sounding team India cheering song, and in the background a couple of sadhu's in some godforsaken part of U.P reciting prayers for "our boys who are going to bring the cup home".
Shivani Kashyap is still a nice babe though!!!
... gotta scram to watch a Charlie Chaplin flick!
Shivani Kashyap is still a nice babe though!!!
... gotta scram to watch a Charlie Chaplin flick!
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Why I am Blogging ...
It was a combination of a multitude of factors; all of them struck me at the exact same time, which was a couple of minutes ago! Hence, this impulsive decision of mine to start blogging.
Here are some of four of those tumultuous reasons why I have started blogging:
1.Vivek & Sariel : Vivek is a friend of mine from college, who is into blogging pretty big time and having checked out his blogs I was quite inspired to start blogging myself. However, more than Vivek its been this crazy character called Sariel, Sariel Har Peled, to be precise, who has inspired me. Sariel is this absolutely crazy visiting professor of mine who comes from the sacred (or cursed?) land of Israel. He is a plump, tall, balding, young, almost blind, colourblind, blind, geeky, goofy, dumb, intelligent and and, all in all, entertaining specimen of the cursed race of homo-sapiens. I have, only once, had the honour of attending his lectures and the lecture so amused (and interested) me that I checked his site out immediately after the lecture. This is the URL to his site:
http://valis.cs.uiuc.edu/~sariel/
Check out his blogs, and don't tell me that if you're not a blogger, they didn't inspire you to blog!
2.Orkut : If Orkut were a human person, I would have killed it a million times over. Not just for wasting countless hours of my day, but for ruining countless lives around the world. Unfortunately, Orkut is a social networking software on the web, and I am no hacker, which is why I can do no harm to it, much as I desperately want to. So I figured out that rather than spend 27 hours a day on Orkut and wasting my life, I might as well waste 26 hours a day on something that is a bit more productive: blogging!
3.Improving my vocabulary : It will be my sincere endeavour from this blog onwards, to look for synonyms for each and every word that I use in my blogs, on Theasaurus.com, and use newly the learned synonyms in their place! This I feel will improve my vocabulary tenfold, and with enough time, and, of course, practice will turn me into one of those big-weird-fancy-word-which-you-just-can't-understand-using-people with superior airs about them and who are such big pricks. I know using strange, out of the world sounding words in my blogs, will make you think I am a prick , but neither I , nor you, give a flying f*** about that, right?
4. Distortionare '07 : Distortionare, is this annual music festival in my college, IIT Delhi, where all the musicians of IIT Delhi get together and jam and perform songs on a big stage with a huge audience. This time all the people at IIT wanted me to drum for them in Distortionare '07, yesterday, and as a result I ended up drumming for 17 different songs in genres varying from classic rock to progressive to nu-metal to alternative to heavy-metal! By the end of the gig I as almost dead. When I woke up this morning (afternoon rather), with all my joints and bones paining with all the drumming I did last night, I just suddenly decided : "Damn enough of music now; Lets try something else." Damn random, for a reason for me to start blogging, I know, but that's just it !
So my dear blogging brothers, sisters and potential life partners, please welcome your latest stud onboard! I will be cruel, I will be boring, I will be hilarious, I will be melancholic, I will be everything ...
... but I still feel you bloggers are pathetic losers with nothing better in life to do!!!
It was a combination of a multitude of factors; all of them struck me at the exact same time, which was a couple of minutes ago! Hence, this impulsive decision of mine to start blogging.
Here are some of four of those tumultuous reasons why I have started blogging:
1.Vivek & Sariel : Vivek is a friend of mine from college, who is into blogging pretty big time and having checked out his blogs I was quite inspired to start blogging myself. However, more than Vivek its been this crazy character called Sariel, Sariel Har Peled, to be precise, who has inspired me. Sariel is this absolutely crazy visiting professor of mine who comes from the sacred (or cursed?) land of Israel. He is a plump, tall, balding, young, almost blind, colourblind, blind, geeky, goofy, dumb, intelligent and and, all in all, entertaining specimen of the cursed race of homo-sapiens. I have, only once, had the honour of attending his lectures and the lecture so amused (and interested) me that I checked his site out immediately after the lecture. This is the URL to his site:
http://valis.cs.uiuc.edu/~sariel/
Check out his blogs, and don't tell me that if you're not a blogger, they didn't inspire you to blog!
2.Orkut : If Orkut were a human person, I would have killed it a million times over. Not just for wasting countless hours of my day, but for ruining countless lives around the world. Unfortunately, Orkut is a social networking software on the web, and I am no hacker, which is why I can do no harm to it, much as I desperately want to. So I figured out that rather than spend 27 hours a day on Orkut and wasting my life, I might as well waste 26 hours a day on something that is a bit more productive: blogging!
3.Improving my vocabulary : It will be my sincere endeavour from this blog onwards, to look for synonyms for each and every word that I use in my blogs, on Theasaurus.com, and use newly the learned synonyms in their place! This I feel will improve my vocabulary tenfold, and with enough time, and, of course, practice will turn me into one of those big-weird-fancy-word-which-you-just-can't-understand-using-people with superior airs about them and who are such big pricks. I know using strange, out of the world sounding words in my blogs, will make you think I am a prick , but neither I , nor you, give a flying f*** about that, right?
4. Distortionare '07 : Distortionare, is this annual music festival in my college, IIT Delhi, where all the musicians of IIT Delhi get together and jam and perform songs on a big stage with a huge audience. This time all the people at IIT wanted me to drum for them in Distortionare '07, yesterday, and as a result I ended up drumming for 17 different songs in genres varying from classic rock to progressive to nu-metal to alternative to heavy-metal! By the end of the gig I as almost dead. When I woke up this morning (afternoon rather), with all my joints and bones paining with all the drumming I did last night, I just suddenly decided : "Damn enough of music now; Lets try something else." Damn random, for a reason for me to start blogging, I know, but that's just it !
So my dear blogging brothers, sisters and potential life partners, please welcome your latest stud onboard! I will be cruel, I will be boring, I will be hilarious, I will be melancholic, I will be everything ...
... but I still feel you bloggers are pathetic losers with nothing better in life to do!!!
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