about aurochs, angels and spectres.

2011-06-12T13:15:00.000-07:00

News:

1) Nastia might have her thesis defense some time early August

2) I got three weeks off (2 weeks with pay) including a week of vacation to spend time with her and travel! So almost a month with Nast! Well her last month in the U.S.

3) There are rabbits in the backyard.

2011-03-30T16:26:00.000-07:00

It's snowing here, in Pittsburgh. 30th of March? March? The month before April? Jesus.

Other news, we've parted ways. Well it was happy and mutual, we even threw a break-up party before I moved here. I just wanted to post a few pictures of us, they remind me of one of the sweetest memories I've had. :)

(i look like such an arse)

ocean beach, san diego

to berlin!

Job with Fedex, buying beer at 7-11

2011-03-05T10:48:00.000-08:00

I got a job with Fedex Corporation, in Pittsburgh, PA as a Java/Flex GIS Developer. What that just means is that I am doing something with maps. My joining date is 21st March, with company paid hotel stay and rental car for about 10 days. So the schedule is something like this:

10th March - leave from Alexandria to Portsmouth NH (500 miles)

10th - 18th March - spend time with Nastia, go out, eat out, watch movies blah (miles to go to market basket, the beach and Newmarket)

19th March - fly to Pittsburgh, PA

21st March - joining date

Talking of a beach, here's a photo of the Atlantic from the amazing summer 2010:

And some trash:

Ok. Now lets come over to a different part of the blog. Today, I went over to a greasy ass 7-11 store to buy some beer. Needless to say, there were some (fellow) Indians working at the store. I showed my New Delhi drivers license, as I've been doing for more than two years. They asked me for some other form of identification, which, despite the fact I don't look 21, is a valid argument. I asked him if I can bring over my (Indian) passport. To which he replied that even that is not a valid identification. I counter-argued, that if I can enter this country with this very passport, then why can't I buy a fucking beer? It was futile, there was a little furore and at the end, I decided to leave. I bought the beer at another store, with a yet another Indian worker.

I've been denied beer, entry to a bar/club a countless number of times now. But rarely did it ever happen that someone didn't understand the meaning of a fucking passport.

Alexandria, car, and brakes.

2011-03-02T19:07:00.000-08:00

I am in Alexandria, Virginia. It's tremendously warm here. It's like, this place never saw or heard of winter, there is no sign or residue of snow and the sun is at its toasty best. Unlike -20 C in Seacoast, NH, where the winter is getting more aggressive at the end of the season. I'm in for some serious toast. The drive was extremely boring. Nothing but 500 miles of tar and concrete. The car is now worn out, the rear right (or both) tire clamps have given away. There's a clinching and grinding sound each time I brake.

As for work, I am trying to finish an application in Flex, using MySQL as database backend, some PHP and Java. I'm not sure about finishing it till tomorrow evening, although I'll try. Either way, I'm gonna hover back to Portsmouth by this Friday. God I am in some serious hammering.

Updates

2011-02-19T10:32:00.001-08:00

I'll be leaving for Alexandria, VA, later this week. I've been there before. It's a pretty town with a decent downtown architecture right next to DC. Moreover, its close to Baltimore, don't know how that is important, guess because of the The Wire :)

It's supposed to be for a couple of weeks, may be even less. It's not so cold there. God I fucking hate cold. It's been a long, long winter with a lot of studying. And as I write, there's a storm advisory in effect for coastal NH for Friday. Stay safe out there!

I finally watched Gaspar Noé's Enter the Void. Will try to post a review later. Briefly, it is about the director's try to condense all the ineffable things of life put into a motion picture.

2011-02-18T12:19:00.001-08:00

I did not get the job.

As mentioned in the previous post, I could find a million reasons for the delay in decision. Similarly, could I again find a million reasons why I didn't get this job? Only if I had one, let alone that many.

2011-02-17T16:05:00.000-08:00

God I am exhausted.

Though writing about it is not the way to let the frustration out but I don't have a clue what else I can do. I've been waiting for 2 weeks (minus 1 day) for the results of the interview. Not a moment, or a fraction of a minute doesn't pass without me checking the inbox, either waiting for an call or an email. Every day, since the past Monday, during the business hours, 9 AM till 5PM, I wait and wait and wait. I want to know the results so bad. Other things that are waiting are taking a toll on me, not to mention the concentration. I can sum up a million reasons in mind for why would it take such a long time for the result, also not to mention that people who are compiling the feedback have other priorities, for e.g., their work. The biggest concern is that, I have to (next word with emphasis) move forward, (with more emphasis) while waiting for the result, (normal emphasis) which is exactly what I am not being able to do.

All hope rests on tomorrow. Good luck to me.

Times in Rochester, NY - Part I

2011-02-16T13:03:00.000-08:00

I never mentioned about the time spent in Rochester. Before going into the details of what kind of city Rochester is, I would like to mention some precursors. I spent there around 6 months, once in the spring of 2009 and the last one being the past fall. For the fall quarter, I left around 5 in the evening, with a class right next day at noon, with Nastia full of tears all over her face in the middle of the Durham campus, and without a concrete decision on where I was going to spend my night. Turns out that when I did reach Rochester, some son of a bitch I had planned to share the house with the day before, had left a message on my Google Voicemail that he was sorry and won't be able to share with me anymore. That was when I was roaming around in the car near his neighbourhood trying to contact him for around an hour at 1 AM, when finally Nastia informed me of the bad news.
Uneventfully so, I was in touch with a guy who had a room in a shared house in a somewhat bad neighbourhood of downtown Rochester. Now, my downtown Rochester adventures demand a whole new post, so I'll leave it to that for now. Overall, I was able to contact this guy at 2 in the morning who suggested that I sleep in a motel and he'd share the price. It seemed like a good idea at 2 AM with a class next day and nowhere to go apart from homeless shelters. So, with my car full of necessary stuff that I took with me for the quarter ahead, I spent the night at Red Roof Inn in the Henrietta County.
The next day was equally uneventful, apart from going to the class with the stuff still in the car and later meeting the house owner and signing the lease. Briefly about the bad neighborhood: the house was on Seward St., off of Genesse St., slightly popularly known for quirky, aberrant murders, thefts, day time robberies, and highly efficient drug corners. The house owner was quick to inform me about this street, that it was a part of a residence protection program, but decided not to mention it's actually a bad ghetto, though I am completely fine with ghettoes. (However, I'll give it to him that he did tell me not to go and knock on the door of the house the night I arrived in Rochester, given that it wasn't safe. In fact, during the course of the quarter, of the numerous times that I had to spend locked out outside the house, he did advise me to drive to Burger King and wait there while he fetched the keys, instead sitting on the porch outside the house).

The first day was the only day I had to worry about the reputation of the neighbourhood.

Because the rest of the times I was either too busy or too stressed to be worried about living on a felonious street. Well, apart from that one time when the house got broken into fifteen minutes after I left for a class on an unfortunate day for a robber, when he broke the glass of a ground floor room, probably slashing himself, and then decided to use door to gain entry to the house, while a dozen cop cars waited outside, only to run away and not to be caught without even a china jar or two dollar door handles.

2011-02-16T05:56:00.000-08:00

A decent article on C++ memory management:

http://linuxdevcenter.com/lpt/a/3658

Go through it either just as a quick read, or to freshen up on C++ resource utilization techniques.

2011-02-13T13:40:00.000-08:00

Should know the result for the interview tomorrow, or latest by Wednesday. A lot of people are waiting on it, around 17. If I don't get this one with what I did, then I don't know what will. I am very positive. Just connect me to a negative anode and see the charge flowing. In this case, the anode being the job.

Hope!

2011-02-12T21:29:00.000-08:00

He was a self made man who owed his lack of success to nobody.

2010-08-16T20:54:00.000-07:00

As you age, you realize that there's a cycle of things that need to be learned again, music that needs to be listened to, things like names of flowers, fruits, herbs, animals, siblings, new borns, astronomical quantities, metric quantities, names of insects, authors and so on. Basically things that are supposed be sitting deep inside your mind, more or less jumbled up because ordinaryness partially fills up that coveted space. Its both because the cycle needs to be repeated every ten years and also the time comes back to hang on your neck like crazy clockwork.

I don't really want to think about trying to remember things that are really so ordinary. In fact, I've tough time trying to confirm their importance. Just like trying to figure out where did all the hydrogen came from at the big bang, or things like if fishes drink any water. I'll find some time to think over.

2009-12-07T00:05:00.000-08:00

Gaurav Swaroop,

i have no more words. rest in peace dear buddy.

Akhil

projects inc.

2006-09-12T02:33:00.001-07:00

finally, through with something good. the project is about TCP throughput improvement and transmission stabilization. i''m fucking scared about the next 2 months. oh.
this project is sure to drain my bloody bodily fluids. and honestly, i want that. i want to get busy like hell.
all i can say is that this dear blog will stand as a fucking proof of my callousness, in case.

SECRET CINEMA IS BACK

2006-09-08T13:20:00.000-07:00

Fucking whoresite is back. Man, i almost jumped off my bed. This has to be my happiest moment yet of circa Two Thousand and Six.

RIP secret-cinema.com

2006-09-04T10:09:00.000-07:00

Fucking morons. How the hell did they shut down this site? I'm so damn heartbroken.
RIP secret-cinema.com

2006-09-04T09:43:00.000-07:00

It's so fucking sad. I mean it's agonizingly sad. It's sad because i really want to keep this blog going. I want to update it more often than takeI care to do. I'm absolutely, no, should say, I'm sick of procrastinating to the point of death now. It's now gonna be either procrastination or me. Either of us are going to get its ass clubbed by a nine incher once we're shot by .23 cal. I'd prefer a shotgun though.
It's amazing the way people shoot themselves with a shotgun and their face gets unrecognizable to the extent of being something inhuman, and inhumane. I'd like to own a shotgun one day though. It's amazing the way people buy different shotguns suiting to their tastes. Having a taste for armor sometimes baffles me.
No nonono, fucking procrastinating bastard, I'm sad sad sad sad. and so on.
It's amazing the way i keep visiting this blog. Around couple of times in three days. Just to ensue that blogger is still bearing with my insanity. (he's lying, he's fucking far from insanity, he's just plain stupid) Fucking go away you son of a bitch.

Hmm, the blog.
But Steve Irwin died. Died after being struck by a stingray barb. fucking cunts those stingrays.
I'm in a sort of confusion these days. After skipping the placements, well almost, I'm looking forward to my new networks project. I've 5 - 6 ideas in mind, but i dint know whether to go ahead with that as a minor project too. I'm yet to think about the BTP though. That is keeping me under stress most of the time. I'm actually stressed three quarters of the time I'm not sleeping. But sometimes, even when i sleep i get dreams (i dint get nightmares, no the fucker's lying he does) about Akhil Jaggarwal not making it to a nice university. Italics help a lot you know. They just fucking change the whole way you want to express the word.
Am i short of preparation? No. Fucking not at all.
Do i spend a lot of time with the boards? Yup. Guilty pleasures.
But really, I'm starting tomorrow with my Congestion Control project. I haven't attended the college in a while too. College ain't missing me I'm sure.
What else, I'll have to book toefl dates pretty fucking soon, else I'm a fucked up asshole.
RIP Steve.
RIP All those Iraqis who've lost their lives.
RIP all those people who lose their invaluable lives to animals.
RIP to all those wild animals who lose their lives to humans.
RIP to all those wild animals who lose their lives to other animals.
RIP Joseph Heller. I'll make sure I'll fucking contribute to the Joseph Heller Museum once I'm in close proximity to the JHM.
RIP VN. You were from an aristocratic family. No contributions.
RIP Hansie Cronje. For that was the most cruel way in which someone could die.

Okay fuck all this retarded rips.

2006-08-04T04:16:00.000-07:00

whattheheck. i had to write this post as that "it happened on 27th" scrib and all those fuck words were getting on my nerves. in short it was getting some what "monotonous".
However, i'll end this one with shots of one of the best movies i've ever seen. (when you just dont want a movie to end - you want it to carry on for forever - it's then when you realize the above)

Shichinin no samurai (1954) (The Seven Samurai)

Akiro Kurosawa

it happened on 27th

2006-07-27T05:16:00.000-07:00

1510
Quantitative Ability: 740
Verbal (Venereal) Ability: 770
And fuck me, this world and everything else (that can be fucked, of course).

its on 27th

2006-07-25T07:40:00.000-07:00

Unfortunately yes.

A quick take on my preparation:

Vocabulary/Verbal: no clue, what-so -fucking-ever. I don't know how much's enough and how little is less, so that leaves a lot of space for testing my guessing ability. By the way, there's one thing i'm pretty excited about, that is, after all, what the hell kind of words are they gonna test me with.
Quantitative Ability: ability my whore's flabby ass, nothing to guess, i'm doomed.

So that was my quick take on the preparation. I'm excited! yeeks!

I just want to listen to Basement Jaxx and some Jazz, hell with the GRE exam.

/logs off and tries to search on Ares new Naughty America Porno./

2006-07-11T03:50:00.000-07:00

its heavily overcast here in delhi. i mean very thick. i like it when it gets overcast - as moods get grim and morose to an extent. at night it's even more beautiful to look at the moon, i dont want to sound poetic but i get intoxicated when i see a sight like the moon hiding behind partially scattered grey clouds. may be it has something to do with the whole atmosphere, and this has been the case ever since i came to know that a heavily overcast sky is a beautiful thing to look at. i feel sorry that i cannot take any pictures.

meanwhile, Shamil Basayev, the notorious chechen rebel leader and warlord who was responsible for the death of over 320 school children in Beslan, southern Russia (such a pity that people forget important things), was killed in an overnight operation by Russian forces. i must say this must be the highest point of Putin's presidency, already accrued and corroborated by his approval ratings.

i tried this puzzle yesterday for three hours. i got bored after level 20, after getting to know that it was copied from someone. good try though.

and, what else. i just came back from the passport office couple of hours ago and its back to my sluggish preparation. listening to Betty Carter once again (dont have a wide range of interests :( ). this song, too, intoxicates me, makes me feel more vulnerable and i get delirious, and the good thing is - i like that feeling. and whenever she says "dear"... dear! i'm not much into lyrics and all (had to look for one as was the requirement for that puzzle), but will end with Open the Door's lyrics:

Open the door, dear.
I must get in your heart!
You're making it hard
to be true

So please, come open the door, dear
And then, perhaps, you'll find
you've had me on your mind.

No matter
how you tried to avoid me,
you can't get away so easy
If you will not come to me I'll come
to you

Open the door, please.
Why make me beg and beg?
Why torture me
like this?

Can't you see,
I've got love,
plenty love to give you.
I've got love,
lots of
love to give to you.

I've got love...

problems galore/abounding/bountiful/voluminous/plenteous

2006-07-08T12:52:00.000-07:00

since time immemorial (yeah, since THAT), i've been looking for an example where a solution to a certain problem becomes the person's biggest concern, i.e. the solution itself. without sounding too discomfited (and stupid), the problem i'm facing is this:
since time immemorial, it was decided not to do any shitty word lists, why? : they just beat the bitchy crap out of me, i thought learning words from a 'wordlist' is too lame a thing to do, word lists suck and blah.
and henceforth, keeping the verbal section some where subconsciously (though definitely not deliberately), i made my own wordlist.
and wtf, i did that.
but the fucking problem lies in the untrammeled written space known as the 'Oxford Dictionary of Difficult Words' where the motherfuckers just dont seem to end. the more i try to remember the more i forget and again there starts building up yet another list of unknown words and phrases which i have no clue of what-so-freaking-ever.
now, that is NOW i just dont know what to do. one thing is certain (in a somewhat probative way) that i wont resort to word lists. where to end, how much is enough, would this much suffice et cetera are the kind of questions i've to keep on asking myself.
Arrggh, to be honest to my self, i'm just sick of reading words, but at the same time i do like attempting verbal questions.
meanwhile, there's a review coming up of my Inspiron e1505/6400. Its a brilliant machine. I'm looking forward to that.
enough.

2006-07-04T08:25:00.000-07:00

whoa!!
gave a sample verbal test today, actually the first sample exam for the gre. and guess what: reading comprehension is a piece of cow shyt.
I got two wrong in RC (something about moral/social importance of affirmative action), and wrong way way markedly. i checked some choice which wasn't related to the rc at all. damn rcs. without going to the extent of feeling too much for it, i must say that it's pretty shameful.
and guess what
all in all, i got three incorrect out of thirty. that's a score of 27/30 (one attributed to an analogy question - rain : deluge :: pond : ocean, blah : blah x 2, wheat : crop, and i diligently checked wheat : crop)
and according to ARCO: 28/30 = 800, 27/30 = 780. and so i scored 780.
anyways, it's a long way to go. and with myself : quants :: vladimir putin : Municipal Corporation of Delhi, thing's are only gonna get tougher from here on.

2006-06-30T05:36:00.000-07:00

The most execrable part of gre preparation is you never get to see the words you learn on screen or when you're trying to giving a test. I perused through around 1000 words from my wordlist and am still waiting to peek at words which i encountered in Barrons. Still, and somewhat hopefully, i think this effort will not go in vain.
Another thing about these test preparation books- their software titles are as useless as the book itself. The disk which i got with ARCO contains the following:
* GRE CAT Tutorial
* GRE Diag. Test
* GRE Untimed Practice Test
* a computer adaptive practice test
* writing skill builder
It looks a solid package but it ends there itself. It's actually a series of tutorials amalgamated from popular test preparation book, atleast that's how it looks.
As for an update on my preparation: i'm looking at alternate methods to boost score rather than cramming hundreds of words, after all, for an engg. student, how many words can he story in his memory?
Sententiously, and all in all, if i stick to my plans, i am confident (not over confident or vainglory) that i can pull this off. (like a proud pompous General directing his troops ;))
over to blogger!

2006-06-25T11:27:00.000-07:00

It's a strange feeling these days. Yet again. I don't know whether i'm waiting for an opportune moment or whether all the awaited moments have passed away in time. The coming four months will be the decider as to what actually happens. It should definitely have been the other way round. I should have been the one to predict and depict and to portray. Anyhow, i'm ready to take everything with more than a pinch of salt, or anything acerbic fate guards me to. It's not related with and in a way is related with my preparation and other aspects. As for the GRE preparation, the following is the apparatus i'm using:

* 'Oxford Dictionary Of Difficult Words - More than 10000 words you really need to know' (that's what it ways)
* my own word list - of around a thousand words, built some time back by reading some obscure modern classics, not that i read them to prepare the word list, just struck me.
* another dictionary; Chamber's - 1984 Ed. (its really good, i've been using this for all my life and will continue to do so, with some prejudice)
* disgusting (probably pirated) Barrons (will just go through the Quantitative section, that's all)
* 'Kaplan for GRE' (will've to do all of it)
* A lot of reading material that i've (been) accumulated (accumulating) over the years.
That should suffice i believe.

I went to the good ol' Sunday Market today. It's a huge unending array of booksellers from all over Delhi there every Sunday since the past 40 years. As my grandfather used to tell me. It's a place where you can find any kind of book for any kind of price, if that's applicable. In the past years, i've found some very very obscure modern classics there which i could never hope to find anywhere else. Like Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, by Joyce. I went there look for Kaplan and other books like Arcos for GRE. I couldn't find any. But what i did bring was 'Slaughterhouse - Five' by Kurt Vonnegut. Can't say anything about this piece right now, not even what it's all about (from the pre-buy research)-------------------------------------------------------
I sometimes wonder, how did people from the ancient times (1200 - 1700, or even 1800 and just above) used to brush their teeth. Of course, toothbrush, as in the shapes and sizes it's available now a days wasn't available then, but what about their personal hygiene? What about the damn toothpaste for that matter? I don't have a very good feeling about that. Feel that things might've been a but too -- umm-- lets say--oniony (couldn't find a better way to describe). But i'll search about it. Yeah, 'personal hygiene over the centuries' or 'personal hygiene of people/earthlings of the ancient period'. Sounds like some research. Looking forward to it. Goodnight.

Test Post!

2006-06-22T07:03:00.000-07:00

this is a test post

2006-06-18T23:50:00.000-07:00

The last couple of days have been more than hectic. Let me describe what i've been doing (and thinking).

1. Installed and uninstalled two out of three linux distros, Debian, Gentoo and SuSe 10.1. Unfortunately, Debian and Gentoo had to miss out due to stability and accessibility issues.
2. Finished a very very small part of my GRE preparation. It's so damn small that i can't even name it.
3. Re-read Nineteen Eighty-Four.
4. Telnetted and tried to setup my FTP server, will be back soon with the site address.
5. Burned over 50 cds.
6. Did nothing to add to my CV.
7. Found out that i can't add anything to my CV anymore,
8. Watched Burmese Harp and North By Northwest.
9. Watched 4 matches out of 6 (Brazil vs Australia ended in an anti climax, Ghana played brilliantly, Czech Rep. need to do more, else they're doomed)
10. Can't lift/hold anything for too long, strained muscles too too badly while trying to dumbell after a long break and not much warm up.

dont feel like writing anymore

2006-06-16T10:58:00.000-07:00

another stupid quiz i took

New Web Album!

2006-06-16T07:03:00.000-07:00

took some time out and uploaded some nice looking pics on the web. you can see them here.

2006-06-14T01:00:00.000-07:00

nothing much, but it's been exactly 27 hrs since i've been astir. my eyes feel weak and drowsy, plus my body is giving me signs of giving up too. i don't know what to do. it's not that i like sleeping for long hours, five to six hrs are more than enough for me, but the problem is i just cannot keep a check once i do. there's a well known fact that chances of dying are more when there's a lack of sleep for a longer period of time, than other things like not eating or drinking anything, but i'm not up to try that record.
meanwhile. problems and problems galore. courtesy the utterly desultory preparation routine (which causes a lot of unneeded stress), and, of course, my good ol' buddy: procrastination. the better thing to do at this time would be to stop writing this piece of shit and try studying a word or two.
and that's what i'm gonna do,
once, once,
i go to sleep.
good night

2006-06-13T17:08:00.000-07:00

i just dont care about the headings these days, like this one here which i've ignored without any reason. it takes time to think what the heading should be, and more importantly, some exercise for the brain. now that's pretty far away from me. to begin with, a state of perpetual ennui has caught me by surprise. it was never like these days before, though i still sleep around seven or eight in the morning, what irks me, and probably enervates me is the slumber whole day long. so what've i been doing ever since the vacations? - eat like a pig, sit idle like a dog, then sleep like a log (i couldn't think of an animal who does that unswervingly), and, eat like a pig again. this is all the more disturbing for me as i've got loads of work to do, and loads en queued.
the most important thing for me is to get ready for gre later next month. i mean, this is all what i've got, atleast a chance if nothing else. i know, that things are gonna get real real hairy if i manage to screw up with this too, as i do with so proficient ease to lots of other things. i'm just not able to prioritize certain things. things like - dividing time properly (i've still gotto prepare a schedule, if, for nothing else), preen some cuddly meets et cetera et cetera.
another thing which struck my mind was to postpone the exam to late September or early October, but i thought of just letting go with this exam. though it's the only thing which i can expiate with, but still somehow get slight inkling so as to just 'get the hell over' (with this exam).
a nice little tip for all those who're gonna take gre in the coming weeks: do not, i mean do not, in any case, forget to look over the different suggested meanings of a word. and remember, barrons is not always correct, at least that's what i've found on five different occasions. barrons sucks, i mean. its just too tough to follow books like these. they intend to change one's habit of studying. i still wonder how come amateurs get 1450+ score just after going through barrons.
so, for now, good bye to any thing such as barrons, i'll most probably cling on to my own wordlist, and some of kaplans.
it's 0603 hrs in the morning right now. the same story's gonna be repeated today too. lets see if i can pull myself up.

2006-06-05T17:10:00.000-07:00

Well what. there ain't not much to say. not much to tell. not much to blurt. not much to fucking complain about. that's what i've done actually, since the past three years, i've complained like a dog out in the street. nothing much but just waiting for the irrelevance of my being to be more ostensible than anything. just a few minutes ago, i was in my bed, feeling cozy and comfortable, and some thing told me to write some lines of utter bullshit on the Internet. it's hard to get up from a position like that, and even harder later on, when you realize that it was not supposed to be anything better.
to describe the room where i sleep would be the perfect thing to do at this point of time. it's a 15 x 8ft room with dark mushroom colored walls and off white ceilings. the pc is situated in the computer shelf while i like working keeping the notebook on the table, and sometimes on the sofa. yeah, the sofa, the room is surrounded by an array of sofa arrangements, which gives the room a cozy little look when the lamp is on. i usually read while lying down on the mattress, with the lamp glowing besides me. whatever, that's about the fucking room where i spend most of my time.
there's one thing, amongst many (and many of them i really don't know about) that both, at times, irks and kind of, makes me somewhat feel good. its the goddamn mystery of me feeling cold while it's hot and hot while it's fucking cold. my parents have complained about this to a lot of my nagging relatives, almost to the extent of showing them an example of my so-called-weirdness. it irks me because i dont know why that happens (just a click away, actually), and makes me feel good as i spend most of my time in complete silence - no humming of the a/c or the fluttering of pages because of the stupid fan. such stupid reasons.
anyhow, the end.

two months, prof helmy and all

2006-06-02T13:23:00.000-07:00

It's almost been an year since i watched Lolita (1962), and haven't yet been able to get rid of the soundtrack 'Lolita Ya - Ya' and 'Shelley Winter's Cha Cha Cha'. I hate getting stuck to unusually good soundtracks. It's like it's been embedded with me now, nothing can separate us, not even a better movie, for, there cannot be a better movie than this one. Whenever i'm alone (quite often), in a cold room on a hot day, my table lamp glowing on my bedsheet and the wall, its so very soothing to hear these songs.

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It's a strange, permeated feeling these days, may be a small but quite strong fear of something going wrong somewhere inside me. I get all kind of random thoughts. Some even like shooting myself in the head with a local make gun. Some times, i even thought about the spots to target so that i can feel nothing at a suitable time. But i'm trying to get over with it, i'm trying hard. As a result, i've started smoking a lot more too. It's like i'm waiting to be reduced to a rubble, when an appropriate time comes. I think i'm also suffering from an emotional malady , something close to Asperger Syndrome, but i still gotta confirm it though.

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And yes, this just came to my mind, the fucking doctors who went on strike. (***profanity ahead/but all my views/neither for it/nor fucking against it***)
Believe me, provided i had a gun, i'd have shot the bastards through their fucking head and bladders for the unneeded ruckus the sons of bitches have created. It's even shameful for me to talk about this but anyways. This is my fucking country. I got sick of seeing all those "RDB" mails in my inbox, had to route the alumni_dit to the spam bin. The alumnis: some of them--> piece of whore shit, some make sense but wtf. It seemed like medicos (i've even started using that word), were shamelessly short of attention, and had to take this supercilious step of going on a strike. What about the patients, do they fucking deserve to be life savers? They put lives of hundreds on hold for a fucking strike and something which hasn't been implemented yet? I need a gun, seriously i do. But then, this is where i can shoot there balls off, if not anywhere else.

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A little thing for me to cheer about (by having a cigarette more than usual), Prof. Ahmed Helmy, USC, today, couple of hours ago, decided to take my case forward to his RAs (regarding an internship opp. this winter, and a probable MS). He's asked me to wait for atleast a week as he's in the process of moving on the University of Florida from where he is right now.
So lets see, haven't told her yet, but will once she gets back from where she is right now.
Meanwhile, its back to WWW, Fiction, WW II, and soundtracks.

yes, in between the fucking end sems

2006-05-21T15:10:00.000-07:00

Del Shannon, a great, 'Hall of Fame'd, blues and rock 'n' roll artist of the 60s and 70s, died after shooting himself fatally in the head in 1990. It was speculated that he couldn't cope up with the unimportance granted to him by the public and the pressure of not being recognized anymore even after delivering great rock 'n' roll/blues hits of the 60s.

Many of us won't even know who the fuck the poor soul was, let alone hear any of his songs. His one song - 'Only the Lonely', is a great great mix of stunningly smooth voice, and the way he repeats - 'Only the Lonely', aahhhhhhhh, orgassssm. Del spent almost a decade (1970-78) indulging into drugs and alcohol, as he was mentally drained by the loss of album sales and contracts some time before. In 1990, just after signing and starting his work on a retribution album, he shot himself using a .22 calibre gun at his mansion. I feel sorry. Especially when people forget great artists and devote their all (oh so insignificant) attention to carbon derivative boobs and candy floss music videos. Del Shannon RIP.

It's 0359am and i'm not feeling sleepy at all. Oh so different me! The asshole. Now its 0400. I'm feeling sleepy now.
And yes, tougher times ahead. Have exams on three consecutive days -24-25 and26. Waiting for my sorry ass to get fucked real hard this time. I'll be there to wipe off the blood with a wet tissue on 31st. And i'm not worrying at all.
goo night.

31st May

2006-05-16T12:16:00.000-07:00

So, it's back to where i was. Poor, sorry, old, fagged, fashed and tired me. I thought i'd cruise through with my end sem preparation. But this had to happen to the poor Akhil Jaggarwal. Though i'm not that sad about it, but i think it's time to study, and study earnestly and sincerely. Anyhow, bullshit. I was always in favor of end sems first and mid sems later, i.e. end sems before the mid sems, i.e. a major assessment first and a minor assessment later. That, too, can help the likes of poor ol' me s. What else, what else can i think so that i can write it here, fill up the space, impress the old english scholar inside of me. Yeah, monsoons are now around 40 days away from Delhi. May be even that is wrong.
Yes, important new information regarding me. This poor old son of a bitch got 4 in Modeling and Simulation Paper. But honestly, i didn't deserve that. I mean come on, was it my fucking mistake that eighty percent of the paper was from the only chapter that i was happy to leave, ch 9. Okay, it was. So now what: read MS till you're sure you won't get an E.R, thats fucking it.
Registered for both, GRE and TOEFL the last couple of days. The former on 27th of July and the latter on 21st. I'm excited about it. Eagerly waiting for the summer vacations to start.
So long, and thanks for all the fish till 31st. (yeah i deeply miss you Hitchhiker's :( )

passion, emotion, insolence

2006-05-13T06:43:00.000-07:00

i dont have much to say, dont have anything to say at all, but i can, and i will end it with something which has no connection with what's happened; as i'd like it to end this way:

"Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you"

i'm a victim of software counterfeiting (sad face)

2006-05-06T12:43:00.000-07:00

Gary McKinnon. He hacked into admin accounts of NASA and USDoD (termed as other military networks) in 2002 using default passwords. He claims to have found crucial and vital information regarding free energy, UFO technology and how US satellites "airbrush" UFOs out of high resolution images. He even had a quick chat with a network engineer to whom he quicky anonymized himself as a a personnel from Military Computer Security. Gary has now been sentenced sixty years in prison for a pardonable-and-not-so-mischievious offence. Zacarias Moussaoui, who was sentenced for life for conspirating and killing thousands of US citizens is luckier i think. I mean come ohhhhnnn, 60 years?
Besides, there're various reasons, because of which, i believe (though i've always watched and tracked every single penny piece of UFO-fact/fiction with great zeal, and i'm not exaggerating) that there's absolutely no way that the US or any other country for that matter would be hiding any space age details of any such technology. Why would US spend billions and billions on old technology if it had any such details (so that they could reverse-engineer) of the space age 'free energy technology. The US needs billions more for its growing power demand, why so much fuss over third world countries like Iran and, if i must say- Saudi then? Had the US had free source of oil (OIL-the single most important fluid for US, and us) it'd have given no leverage at all to the third world countries i believe.
Anyways, i was thinking if all the 'he raped the fuck out of me' accusations were true enough. If not, what about the statistics, how many "rapists" are actually accused of not raping the victim. Well, what if the statistics claim around 40%? On a personal note, what i believe is- a big big majority all high profile rape cases are made up. How can a woman so easily (may be seducingly) get into a car and get raped nice and easy and then report it to the nearest police station (Latest rape accusation on an influential industrialist's son in Bombay).
And yeah, fuck-and meanwhile- i'm a victim of software counterfeiting (a sad face, again)

calendar girl and killings

2006-05-01T15:19:00.000-07:00

Satya Tej, the 5 yr old son of the late K. Suryanarayana watches the mourning in a state of shock and disbelief. His eyes and astute composure suggests he's still to come to terms such as beheading and the Taliban. His sister is inconsolable, and if i keep myself in a position where his other is, i will cry too. A killing is different from a death. The state of shock one has to come to terms with is in a very very painful position to be in. The Bahrain based Alomoyaed Company, which was laying a network for the Afghan mobile company Roshan, has decided to pay Rs. 2mn as compensation to the deceased's family and the lifelong funding of education for all the three children. He was just an engineer. He had four mouths to feed and
wanted his son to be an engineer. Just like my father wanted me to be (though i know, what actually happened).
Afghanistan is India's old friend. But that 'old' had the Talibanis with them. And now they control seven major territories in Afghanistan.
Ah, our Jammu and Kashmir. 34, mind you 34 innocent villagers were killed by the militia yesterday. They just asked them to turn off the lamps and open fired like animals and later stacked the bodies on one another. One yr old Raju's mother lies in hospital battling her nearly fatal injury and the trauma of dead husband and her daughter.
Now, what'd be interesting to se in the coming days is the great, intellectually advanced(i hate that word) indian media's portrayal of these killings and their apparent seriousness towards these issues, oh! provided they're free from covering the another gem of india-the bollywood and the fashion weeks.
Anyways, i can just only write about the killings. What else? i know it sounds like a irritating rant but thats what i can do, what can a boy from a middle class family do about an engineer who's been beheaded in the Afghanistan? he can just write about it.
Its not because of some stupid reasons that i hate my country as much as i love it.
Meanwhile, this fortnight could be the biggest and the most important fornight of might stupid meaningless life. It's make or break here on from now.
'Highway Patrol' by Junior Brown makes for a very good song if one's driving and the destination is some distance away. Highly recommended cheerful song. Also recommeneded is 'Calendar Girl' by Neil Sadaka.
The night lamp looks good glowing brilliantly though politely on the novel-Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. And i wont read it. good night, its too late.

cancer for the cure

2006-04-23T06:20:00.000-07:00

I'm sick of spy cam pornos, aarrgh, they beat the hell out of me, now. Oh! yes, there was a time when a majority of living space on my hdd went to spy cams but now, no, no, no. The reason why i watched them hours and days was the curiousity to know about how people behave during their intimate moments. But of late, it became a hell lot of stupid, some absolutely going the normal way, some pretending to do it wild, some wives faking it more than often (or may be i was fooled), some premature ej cases and the similar. All in all, the bottomline is: say no to spy cam pornos (for the time being).
I am yet to finish Brave New World (Aldous Huxley). There're reasons, definitely, i know i'm not of a kind who hangs on with inportant books for such a long time. Firstly, the book was not was i was expecting and when that happens: you (or i) tend to repel. Secondly, the theme is more biological than anything, and i can stand anything not biological. Thirdly: haha (what an asshole i am), i didn't had much time.
I watched Ugetsu monogatari (1953), Kenji Mizoguchi (or Tales of a Pale and Mysterious Moon After the Rain) yesterday morning. I believe late late nights are the best time to watch movies. And yes, Ugetsu, its a tragedy of sorts. Excellent use of insinuations and implications, male-female bonding, the importance of staying wise and faithful etc. It's an adaptation of Matsutaro Kawaguchi's fantasy novel: may be tales of Mysterious Moon etc etc. It can easily be in the list of those Asian movies one wont wanna miss, if, he has a choice of seeing very few Asian movies (sans India).
My throat doesn't feel alright. There's some nagging problem somewhere. May be i had a hell lot of cigarettes in the past few days. So i'll refrain from having some the next three-four days.

atavistic

2006-04-17T13:58:00.000-07:00

you know, once in a while, or may be never, or may be too many a times or may be hell with it, one may inadvertently come to a point in his life where what he does and decides at a particular time may leave a big big impact on the rest of his life.
this is one such fucking time.
i don't usually write about portentous failures in my blog, but this failure would mean a lot to me. as i said earlier to a team mate, i'll get fucked out of no where if don't make it this time around. wait, i want to analyze.
i start with the project---->i also start reading and thinking----> i fuck up and fuck with my college and some of the teachers---->i gradually realize its more profitable to work once and enjoy later---->and hence i work----> and hence i work more for the final blow---->i fuck up/with more----> (now the future arrows)----> i don't make it through---->what now?
Okay, i do nothing and lie on my ass looking at the screen mindlessly and aimlessly, was it worth it? what the hell was wrong with doing some hard work?
its been goddamn motherfucking five semesters till i started thinking less about my girl and jerking off once in a while, so after three months of hard work, all i get is a cold faced ass looking at me and saying no you couldn't make it.
i won't be able to take it.

Tempo

2006-04-16T07:07:00.000-07:00

Wow. Push the Tempo. Fatboy is God of electronica. And PtT is the zenith of electronic music. Drop the Pressure by Mylo is another one.
newyorkhack.blogspot.com - just feel a bit compelled to write about this. yeah, one can take it as an effect of reading her blog, but really, it's otherwise. The lady in question, M.S ( i know her real name), was working and earning well. She was an author too. Now, what could've been the best platform for her to build on and pursue her 'dream' or whatever. No, no, before that, one thing is for sure, she's very bright and pretty smart, not street smart, but very bright.
So, i believe, she took some rest, thought for long how to go about it. Approach publishers? leading publishers? how? how to instill the confidence of making the right investment?
She decided to touch upon a delicate and still not-so-talked-(and written) subject. And the rest would be too lame to explain, i think.
Push the Tempo.
Even though this being a carefully and meticulously planned move, i like her approch. The way she's bought out the rudeness and ignorance which exists for just no reason - that is good.
I don't agree drivers on Delhi's roads are filled with this much rage.
Anyways, the DoS is 21st and my heart fills with air and about to burst. If i don't get through this successfully. I'll be done. Believe me fellas, i'll be out and out damned. Fuck god, please please.

Karaoke

2006-04-14T13:00:00.000-07:00

Are soundtracks really that good or is it just me who falls in love with them. Take Mary McBride 'no one's gone love you like me' frinstance from Brokeback Mt. This one really makes you feel pain somewhere, especially if one's (or was) in love. Its difficult to get such innuendos.
Some movies really hit me hard, as do some books, as do some soundtracks, as do some softwares, as do some lamps, as do some boobs, as do some words, as do some oldies, as do some assholes, as does no download limit, as does a nicely laid bed.
Jarhead (2005), Sam Mendes, is another good movie too. Some regarded it as Full Metal Jacket of this generation. That was crap. Full Metal can never be compared to any war movie. Its not a war movie, actually. It's Kubrick's take on Vietnam War and Marine psychology. Yes, Kubrick's take on Vietnam War cannot be termed as a war movie. What's with the Kubrick's take then?
Anyways, cut the bull crap, Jarhead is indeed a nice movie. Gyllenhall and Scott MacDonald do great, specially Scott as D.I. Fitch. I expected nothing more than Mendes, not that he has to prove anything.
Returning to Full Metal Jacket, it'll indeed remain as one of the best war movies (yeah it is, that was bullshit). Somehow stuck between Paths of Glory and FMJ.

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Despite her (seemingly) loving me, i still somehow, feel somewhat, but not exactly -alone and lonely. This comes as a surprise to me too. Of late i've started enjoying sad songs. Yeah, sad songs are enjoyable when one's feling lonely, not otherwise. I'm not able to sleep well. I don't know why. For e.g. yesterday evening i tried hard for a quick 1hr nap, but to no avail, ended up wasting couple of hours. Thinking about something, anything.
I keep getting nostalgic about the days spent with grandfather, going out to Zoo, Purana Qila, republic day rehearsals, i keep telling people about these fond memories irrespective of their concern.
Another thing, i feel i've started liking Japanese karaoke now. Since the past 3 hrs, i've been listening to some 'Kakakaka yeh yeh', 'tushinaankaa', amongst others (its difficult to translate) . It's nauseatingly addictive.

so thats it

2006-04-12T13:30:00.000-07:00

No, i wont talk about what happened with the goddamn notebook, that'd be too lame and complaining.
The situation demands an exigency of actions,of alacrity, agility and mobility. I think i've been a bit too late on everything. Be it an academic matter or extra-curricular. I also think that, after the remaining one year, or the time within which everything's going to be decided, the viewers of this blog will notice (if they finally realize what fuck i was up to) that it was my obdurate behaviour, ill planned schedules,drawled, lamebrained and imbecile approach, and more importantly, procrastination, which build up and ultimately led to the indubitable downfall. I'm more than serious here, believe me, i'm almost shivering as i'm writing this, things wont be as colorful as i expect them to be if i continue my drawled approach in a retarded fashion. The reason i'm being rather stereotyped is: i've fucking wasted the three most important years of my stupid little life and i dont know now, how to get a way around this. Should i cry? no she won't let me. Should i fucking shout? no, the parents might get up and then may not be able to sleep for the rest of the night. Should i fuckin sit up and re-schedule? that won't help either, you needed some respawm time, sorry you've wasted that.
Okay then, i guess i've figured it it out. There's a cigarette in the almirah cabin, (yeah the very same almirah, goddaammnnnn fuck). Stop writing this piece of shit and smoke the hell out.
Yeah, smoke the hell out.
The hell out.
Out.

something bad bad

2006-04-07T12:43:00.000-07:00

Something bad is going to happen with me soon, or take it this way: sooner or later. I remember having deliberately fucked up with something i ought not to. It may take week, or months, but i'm sure that when things will be bad, they'll tend to get worse.
The last week was one nervous wreak, i thought a lot of things for e.g, though procastinating them as usual. It'll take some serious planning from my side to get myself out of the deep shit i'm in. Real Deep Shit.
When i think hard into the matters so as to figure out why me, tout que je puis penser à est: procastination. Time will tell, from a ramshackeled derelict to a hard working asshole.
That's it.

10:46

2006-04-06T10:14:00.000-07:00

So, guess what the big news is: excavation in Egypt leads to new found stories regarding the relationship between Judas and Jesus. The artefact (verified by carbon dating, hints it back to 300 AD) hints at Jesus asking Judas to betray him so that he could leave the material flesh to enter the spiritual world. Now, that is a surprise. What was Passion of the Christ about then? or for that matter a hell lot of movie of the same genre. oh god! my 300 bucks! This will lead to a maelstrom of heated discussions. So, did he ask the romans to crucify him (or were it the jews who asked roman to crucify him?) Dubious literatue, i must say.
Indian mythology, on the other hand, is much more pellucid, subtle, indubitable and perspicacious. Imagine Rama mailing Ravana in advance to inveigh Sita.

V for Vendetta is a very good movie, kinda revolutionary i think. Hugo Weaving's voice and Natalie Portman have ensured an oscar, atleast.

A lot of shit flowing around regarding the increase of reservation for privileged class to 49.5% (after the inclusion of OBCs). With myself being a defunct vaingloried privileged, all i care is about the quality of engineers India will produce after 4-5 yrs.
Lots more to follow.

flu, down with flu

2006-03-31T10:56:00.000-08:00

Pretty bad, the situation, heavy with mucus, my nose, head's feeling heavy, eyes drooping, had a combi a minute a ago, doesn't seem to affect much.
See, that had to happen. My blog, i mean, mine-pissed of someone. Can anyone believe it. IT PISSED SOMEONE OFF (i'm screaming). It feels nice in some stingy kind of way, how much prafanity can you include after all? Anyways, i dont care anyhow.
Summers are gonna ravage in vey soon. Don't feel like writing more about summers and my experience with the same. I'm already down with some heavy dosage.
Blognation.

Jill Carroll

2006-03-30T11:10:00.000-08:00

Jill Carroll. Kept captive for almost three months, the Christian Science correspondent was released today peacefully. She was wearing a gray head scarf and was releaced near Iraqi Islamic Forces building. Daniel Pearl. I saw those videos. Ghastly is the word that comes to my mind. Jill now wants to be with her family. But all through her ordeal, didn't it look as if she wasn't going to be killed. The captors were not exactly radicals. Everyone knew that. Anyways, she's free.
I notice that i've been coming up with bulllshit in my blogs of late. Words, sentences, paragraphs, fuck they dont make any sense at all. This has something to do with the shitty music i listen to while writing. Al Green, shitty house, Dion and Belmonts and shit. Shit, its shit that i write. Shit!
Its 1251hrs and this is what i could conjur up. feeling lil bit weak today. SOME OTHER TIME.
Lunatics, Jesuits, Joyce, , , , , .....

Dark black

2006-03-27T11:26:00.000-08:00

'We haven't turned around' playin in the background, excellent song, excellence and excellent. Don't knwo why i get stuck to some soundtracks. When did i start listening to soundtracks? It started back in '99, when i saw premiere of American Beauty at Shiela (pretty famous then, a decent crowd hanged in there) . The track hit me like anything else.
I always feel movies affect me a lot, so much to the extent that i start feelin a part of it, my way of living centered around what i see. But what, i don't know that yet. But still, yes, there is something that's altered.
(Lookin lookin.... [old western tone].. pmmm aaappmmm aaappmm....womaaaannn, hard to find......oyeeeeeee.....oohh ohh i'm lookin.....aaahhhh keep it on....) fuck man how do they make these kinda songs, geniuses, great. By the way thats Kill Bill 1 soundtrack.
Bad bad day again in Iraq, 40 of them got killed again, dont know how many more, i want to stop writing about how many died and why. It was some Police Recruitment Exam though. I feel sorry, again.
How many times has it happened that one has tears in eyes just because of remembering some loved one.

placements issue and assholes

2006-03-26T11:55:00.000-08:00

A lot of ruckus anf filth has been made of the whole issue which had its essence in sitting and discussing, and of course online polls. i don't know what to say, can't make up my mind why or how does it affect me. Considering the options we have, i'd rather divide them according to the following criteria:
1. Post CAT
2. Pre CAT
3. Post/Pre GRE

I dont care what those with CAT exam care, all i've in mind is how much will it affect my GRE preparation as and when i start preparing for it. I'd be benifitted in both the cases actually. How? I'll have a reason to show the VISA execs that i've a reason to come back to my country. That'll ease the verification process.
Anyways, i think i've made a fool of myself talkin about all this. Hell with everything for the time being, i've a lot more important things to do for the time being. I need to quit smoking for e.g. hahahaa haha again made a fool of yourself!
Cut Cut Cut Cut, viddy it outta here O my brothers.
I feel lazy most of the times, partly its because the chair i'm sitting on tends to go backwards, and partly because i smoke a lot. Yeah, i smoke a lot. I need to quit. I need to do it quick.
End of an another blog.

3:56 AM-and i'm half sleepy-half mad

2006-03-25T14:27:00.000-08:00

Dream a little of me, Etta James and Louie Armstrong, thats what's playin in the background ( ooh i'm as blue as blue as.....ohh how you linger on.... baz baz bazz i linger on there....still ravin...longin sweet dreams.... gotta keep dreamin...) This man has a voice like hot knife through butter, and with Etta james, its melted cheese with jam... great.
Still dont feel like sleeping, just watched a fantastic movie (Paths (i just wrote Pasta) of Glory). Had a cigarette couple of minutes ago, had coke on the rocks, it was amazing. Just dont know how long will i hang in there, will this pneumatic feeling of being in a temporary delirium will cling on to me forever. How long will it take before it starts bush-whacking (yeah, Bush's everywhere now, he even dared to enter my blog) my ass and lungs.
Nothin great tomorrow, but somethin even more greater. Will meet Neetu after 9 days, and 9 days is a lot of time. So're 9 months.
Alcatel is set to buy Lucent Technologies in a $34bn merger that'll create world's largest communications company. Can't Microsoft buy Google, or Google, after, say, 10 years down the line, considering its growth rate?
Britian got their arms law revised and made it illegal to carry arms, then why the fuck can't US do the same. Seattle witnessed a bad day today, pretty hairy i mean, a man shot and killed 7 people in their teens and young 20s before shooting himself at a house party early on Saturday.
I feel bad for such incidents, really bad, when people lose their lives for someone else's stupidity.

Don't know

2006-03-25T09:38:00.000-08:00

Fuck man this will be one very active week, and weekends more so. We gotta decide this week the outcome of the outcome. More than that its the workload that follows suit. Fuckin crap, I feel sorry to have taken the initiative.
See, couple of movies that I've seen past month have hit me hard, its nothin like "oh! Its changed my world!" But what amazes me is why, why the fuck can't Indian filmmakers act like gooseducks when it comes to original story scripts. I mean, look at Japan, the nation was in totters after the bombing during WWII, Kaneto Shindo, a prolific jap film maker made couple of masterpieces that ruled the way films were made all over the world. The first one I'll talk about is Onibaba, 1964 (The Devil Woman), (my reviews on IMdb), it'll take bollywood atleast another hundred years to develop a gene that facilitates the thinking process for original story writing, fuckin creativity is what i mean.
Another one is Suno No Unna (Women in the Dunes) Hiroshi Teshigahara, another prolific jap director. This was borrowed from a novel but look at the damn way it was directed, and, it did somehow hit my thinking process. Its no point talkin about what these movies were like.

My classmates are some real precious bull shit. Some, because of a severe concussion the head, or due to sheer retardation, go to an extent of commenting about anything and everything. Fell like packing a real horrorshow of a punch, straight into their balls, and then kick there guts out.
The girls are attention grabbing bitches, as it seems. Most of them in the college are.
I 'd like to end feeling bad and sorry for all those who have lost some dear loved one in the Iraq war.

dig your own hole!

2006-03-25T09:27:00.000-08:00

Nothin new, exams, over, free, feelin screwed up, windows challenge, IIT project, moby, clare quilty, james joyce, brave new world, english dictionary of difficult words, new book depot's owner is gay, many are not, old pc, no notebook (yet), gre, toefl, no dates, fucked up again, 512 mb ram, inspiron 6400, attention grabbing buffoons, assholes, fair girls, 'A' shaped ass, durex sensitive, i'm not, cd-rw, iraq, samara, sectarian violence, a clockwork orange, anthony burgess, faulty motherboard, when will Neetu get married, i need to get sanitised, really stupid people, ass lickers, ass licked'ers, both retarded, i'm one too, fuck you earth, love you mother nature, people who fall apart, people who stay together, illinois, microwave, i hate dying, i hate america, i hate iraq war, i love smoking.

2006-03-06T07:21:00.000-08:00

Well what do you say about this fella to the left. He sprays shit from his ass and leaves all his mates in an area of 4 sq mile petrified with a guilt of being an animal.

I found this Bulldog pretty cute, as much as some of the girls in my class.

WESC: Links, Downloads, Resources, Team and Status Info.

2006-03-06T06:49:00.000-08:00

Well, what's is it going to be then, eh?
So, Quilty and his three droogs, i.e Pete, Pugie and Vim, after a rudiment go at the annual WESC, have finally made it to the second round of the much coveted pinnacle of creativity and rigmaroles.
I'm going to post links resources and other yada yada at this link regularly. It'll be an indexing of whateva i find over the Internet (notice the capital 'I', can you guess why?).
Pretty soon I'm goin to put our Interim Report over here, which became a subject of arraigned capabilities.
Well, for now, what it is going to be is: I'll start posting from tomorrow onwards.

VOIP- da introspect (okay, kinda)

2005-10-15T12:05:00.000-07:00

VOIP, yeah VOIP (gettin a bit repetitive), thisindustry is expected to grow five fold by 2008 from its current worldwide revenue of around 4.5 Bn. That's one mighty mighty increase. Recent Skype acquisition, emergence of key players like Yahoo! and Google surely increase the competetion further. The five fold increase prediction mayretuned to around 7. Microsoft is now ready to muscle deep into voip field by introducing LCS(
Live Communications Server ) which enables them to switch to multimedia while keeping a hold in telephony. Microsoft also is working on a new client, code-named "Istanbul," . Istanbul will be more of a full-fledged communications client, which will allow users to switch seamlessly between text and voice. AOL, though most of its revenues come from advertising, it has to start afresh in voip, with new broadband player offering cheap telephony which includes video and broadband in a single package.
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I remember early days, as early as eighth grade, when I used to talk to a girl named 'Jessica Bromley',(yeah, the spectre of my passion had rooted early) situated in Brooklyn and a student(don't know now whether a whore or a an engineer) of some Goldstein High School. That was my first use of internet telephony. I used Hottelephone.com's free calling service and we used to talk around every fortnight for some eight or nine fortnights. Then, Hottelephone got some kinda ban to its credit and havent spoken or written to her since then.
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What the heck's up with winter? I mean you can sniff it at night, but on some nights, summer does crawl up your arse. It's goddamn 16 October and no signs of a vernal winter. With 2005 being the second hottest year on record, I think i am quite wrong at arraigning at our Clim God.
Cumon Clim God, gotta see our teeths chatter hard!
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End of Blog. Rise of a Blognation. Rise of a Blognational.

2005-10-01T18:32:00.000-07:00

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The Ineluctable Blogger-II

2005-10-01T14:46:00.000-07:00

Nothing keeps you more busy than reading, and that too after midsems. Time.com's Archive section, the biggest reading database on internet, is an apotheosis for a reader, to know unswervingly about alomost everything. Be it Space Shuttle's first flight, Columbia to Vostok-I, or North Korea's nuke program. For the last seven days, I've taken printouts of almost fifty of the highly voted for cover articles and sure, it was one hell of a neck breaker.
Yuri Gagarin's first flight was the most enjoyable.
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Also read a lot about VO(visa officer) woes on Indian students for a F1 visa. And least to say, their abnegation is completely plausible. VOs are complete professionals, the act of sniffing out the hidden intent of staying back and hence a potential immigrant is something the're mastered in. Only 60% of student who apply for a visa ae actually permitted, undergraduate studies being the toughest case and PhD being the easiest. Graduates take a beating from both sides. If applying to a lower ranked university, VOs mawkishly rejct the applications, except for the cases where the student is a genuine one. Genuine here means, tried hard for a good university, but the right brain didn't allow him to do so.
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Seriousness is more contagious than the average Ch****yaap. Lots of CAT guys are now going for CL groups. In some cases, that fuels more students to decrease their daily dosage of insouciance and think a wee bit more about whats gonna be done in the future during the wee hours.
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Results are gonna come soon. Analog and Digital COmmunication is the most feared this time, a suppli here would mean end of the road for many. Not for me though, i never started off.

The Ineluctable Blogger

2005-10-01T14:43:00.000-07:00

So what the heck if I can never even think of getting my % above 70?
So what the heck if I'd always be in a delusional state of a refulgent schizophrenic?

Above all, this is the first time I've realized that yes, they weren't fools when they said they were studying C++.
And yes, the prospect of pursuing MS is the bleakest of all the remotest careers I may extricate. But I'll still go for it.
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Recently read somewhere what an asteroid around 1000 ft in length has one in eight thousand chance of giving our planet a french kiss in 2029 or so. Believe me 1 in 8000 is a very very strong contender for kissing Earth when compared to astronomical grades. However, my hopes of tearing my books apart vanquished when I thought about the recent NASA mission where they blowed a comet's balls off. So, all ye gearin', leerin'' asteroids, better buckle off coz we're here to kick some arse, good luck next time!
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NSITLounge is doin wonders, had one of my friends had his throat fetched in front of 20 odd ppl. However, the fetcher had to fetch a hundred sorry's from his voice box to get the matter over.
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For the time being, I return to the usual groundings I've to offer to myself: books(pas acadamic), magazines, Internet, et cetera.