Too many beds without a coffee machine

Life is never simple. But you always end up wishing it were. How you would like to be rid of all the choices. Some people are guided by rules and boundaries,which may be good for them, or bad depending on your perspective. Others who are not may sometimes find things easy, with many choices and at times harder because of the same abundance of choices.

We for one stand at a time when these choices could make a big difference in our lives. The path we take, would decide where we end up after many years when we have lost track of where we had started from and why. We may end up satisfied, Unhappy or just plain bored. But we would never know the other side. Luckily for me the choices are limited, that is if i choose to be smart. But where will this life we have decided upon ( or almost decided upon ) take us? Did'nt we all crave for adventure, romance, happiness.. Are we getting what we had hoped for, yearned for?

But even if our lives were to bring everything that we has ever wanted I seriously doubt it whether most of us would appreciate it as much as it would deserve. Talking of adventure, romance , happiness, sorrow for that matter.. Did'nt we all dream of them when we enbarked onto our college lives? Did we find them. Maybe we never recognised the moments that counted. Maybe we never knew, or felt that our lives were passing through our fingers waiting to be felt and never felt again in the same way. How do we capture these moments for ever, without losing the flavour of the moment, savouring each second, knowing that the moments are lost in time, to be remembered fondly?

Think again. This is our last chance. Last chance at a life as you have ever imagined, better than you have imagined, yet different than you have imagined. Take control, steer clear, stear ahead......Straight into the future.

Introspection

So rahi and me were on a chorri spree, with us trying to match our wits against each other. So finally she decides to be honest and begins to tell me how i happen to be the perfect('est) example of a being with a pure sense of superiority complex. But the spree came to an end pretty soon with rahi throwing in the towel(or something like that), leaving me alone to think about that particular remark, during the never ending steel structures lecture. Well to start off she hit the mark precisely, and concurrent with my views for a change. I do believe I ( and almost all bloggers i know ) have a healthy serving of superiority complex. To be fair, most of the bloggers in my circle do deserve to have their share of it and in some cases a lot more. I think that it is very healthy, under the circumstances to search one's soul and find a bit of self assurance and drive to help one ( in our condition ) out on the road to a bright and Bill Gate'ish future. I for one am not a staunch supporter of the equality of all men ( and women ) principle. If one were to believe that or a much negative, all men are superior, he would find himself in the serious lack of confidence and drive. This certainly does not imply an instinct to disregard or underestimate ones peers or in general other men. It would infact be proper to credit this factor as being a major player in the rise of human kind to a certain extent. Some men ( not implying myself ) feel the need to establish, build, create something better, something new, novel. They feel mankind left to itself cannot establish much and hence take things into their own hands. Maybe they reason that something as important as people's lives should not be left to the people themselves. Some people see things clearly. Some people see some things some things clearly. Would they be a good judge on what they see clearly.

It seems my try at an intellectual discussion has met a miserable end. Why do I try to do it ? Do I believe that most people are stupid and I am not ? Well don't you too???

an awakening...

And then there was light. Light. I finally see the light. Freedom. Freedom from it all. Finally. Finally I am on an Asianet Dataline (ADL) 256 kbps broadband connection. So the days of messy dial up connections, waiting for two hours for a download/upload, the complete feeling of helplessness, may it be while listening to friends talk about gaming, or when they talk about how they have never seen a transfer bar, has come to a crashing end.

The wait for the double petti(the dialup connection icon on the startup bar) to light up,the frustration has come to an end. Now I have stepped into the next generation. New Life.

>left 2 ImaGine

Tours are good in many ways. They provide a vision, a vision at the cross section of society we probably never again would be able to see. They remain in our memory for ever as the happiest days of our lives (if you are lucky). Friendships are made, strengthened, redefined and broken. If you are in the right frame of mind you could probably count on having a life changing experience on you hands.

As far as I am concerned tours have always changed my life, in one way or other, but changed quite drastically nonetheless. All the days people get to think about the millions and million of things, the lonely hours with no one to talk to, with no one to lean against is what could destroy a perfectly good tour for you. Well our little story is the manifestation of the above mentioned variables all coming together perfectly for about 50 my unluckily mentally quite stunted compatriots in civil. So the lack of intelligence coupled with lack of intellectual stimulation(which ofcourse has the prerequisite of an intellect) and abudance of negative energy(read pure evil) resulted in many technicolored dreams among the poor souls under discussion(fondest thoughts graze my mind at this point of time) . Well what resulted was an example of how a television soap( a bad one, say like manasi for godsake ) reenacted at a top technical institution could still provide as many oppurtunities for making fun of bad actors, bad direction and basically just for the heck of making fun, as much as the real thing( me reminded of sthree janmam, which is apt cos many of the actors here are sthrees too, and stupid too!!) . So now i've learned that a certain EX-civil topper(lemme see who all qualify for that...) resents the fact of having the EX affixed to her and would do anything to alievate the pain. An idea strikes her head; an accusal, but what? It has to be something serious; ahh got it. So what better than take the accusal straight to a really stupid faculty member. The task is made easy by the fact that the civil department has this as a basic character trait required for admission as a lecturer. So it does not take the unintelligent, dumb, ugly and unwitty character much time to find a suitable lecturer( refered to as P, say) . It helps that that P is here with M( that is a say too, and M qualifies well to be a civil lect.). M is ready to listen to everything P says as M apparently used to have an immense crush on P and is still now ready to kiss P's shoestrings. So the EX pours her dark heart onto the coffee table of P&M (well it was quite an observation on dasan's part to notice M took all his meals and drinks with P, how he managed to, elludes explanation), and the venom now passes from one stupid carrier to another rather slow witted carrier. The EX had help from her darker yet twin sister (whose name shall not be spoken out aloud, so CODENAME:Voldemort or V) who often makes the mistake of thinking that she actually has brain cells just because she can put some girls into a particular number of rooms. So the vortex spins on and in the mist we see all the poor hellbound civil non entities dicussing the hallucinations of many a period ridden girl.

So there are other interesting characters too. One of them, who has been pretending to be such a close friend of mine during the tour, so nice all the time, asking me to do everything for her, was infact acting out her dream of being a detective photographer. The misguided soul ( character description: the usual chorri image>fat,ugly complete with that stupid look, big reading glasses ) , who obviously is exptremely depressed about not having a guy in sometime, went running around trying to take a snap of any gal and guy sitting together. When a guy and two gals sit together, she sees a threesome through her understandably troubled eyes(someone could'nt use their toys for some days). Well, if somebody were to ask me, the ratios were wrong everywhere. Why did a big guy(lets call him hachoom) and girl who sat together all the time not figure in the P list. Well it was a honeymoon trip for them too(who knows, we did not see anything,we closed our eyes in the fear that we might see something). Then there was another one, unbelievably even stupider than the others from my personal experience, who was sleeping on anyone's shoulder. But luckily for them they are Voldemort's and EX's close buddies and hence the ratios are cut off and the stories are put back into the fridge(but we've got the keys too!!!).

So after a few days suddenly somebody spills the beans..everything is out. The scene ofcourse is pretty predictable. Counter round table and acacia conferences happen daily to counter the allegations that have arisen. The permutations handling the complexities of contact between the co-compatriots have taken a serious mathematical simplification. No one talks. But still everyone talks. So now, the characters, some who feel a lot of guilt about propogating life shattering gossips are afraid of getting beaten up by the player on the hot seat( Playa). Playa is taking it cool . He makes enquiries, jots down who are gonna get it when the time comes, makes his own hit list. The author is too busy on this front. As is evident

NEVER SAY DIE ...DIE BITCHES DIEEEEEE....

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