Sunday, April 08, 2007

The reasons ... again

I juz can't think of anythin to write about. Which makes me wonder why I started blogging at all.
I gave it quite a lot of thought (wish I would think this hard about my subjects ;D) ...
1. Let me just state the obvious reason first - every old cat and her rocking-chair grandma blogs. There must be something in this, I decided.

2. Doing your BE in Vizag can get more boring than watching Shivnarine Chanderpaul bat in a test match.

3. A blog can be a really neat tool to catch the attention of ppl who don't seem to listen.

4. I'd like to say that this is a perfect place for me to share my knowledge and ideas. But the bare truth is, blogs are a nice little place for rumors, rants and revolutions (don't ask me about the last one.. juz alliteration :D)

5. Lastly, since paper and pen are rare commodities in an engg coll hostel, I figured blogging would help clear the rust that's accumulated in my very rarely used brain.

This post hasn't taken even a fourth of the time I took to think about what to post.

Next time, no time waste.. only bakwaas. :D

Cheers

Farewell


This is a photo os me with some of the guys at the farewell party our juniors threw us. The party was unexpected and the party was a damp squib... literally, with the gods somehow confusing our open-air disco masti with primitive rain dance. :D

The party was more like a ragging session. There was no participation from the oh-so-boring girls and we guys were all hell-bent on scandalizing the rest of us.

There was no emotional sobbing/hugging, nothing... not that i'm complainin about it!!

We came, we ate, we...err... we left. Heck, we didn't even have the patience or the mood for a proper group photo!

Saturday, October 21, 2006

A paradoxical situation

The one song I've been listening to a lot of late is TIME by pink floyd.When I had initially started blogging, I did so assuming I would have a lot of "free" time. But, as it so often turns out in life, I was so very wrong. I have not a minute to spare ( How TF then did I manage to find time to write now?). The whole of September got smoked up in the web of GRE and the 'october heat' this time is almost too much to bear, what with all the internals, projects, seminars, presentations, mid-sems and finally the end-sems. Considering I usually do one day batting, my nervous system has been reacting badly to the fact that I am actually tensed up about the exams. But then, I have only 40% attendance and all that attendance was for the labs and to submit my project... so it is pretty obvious I should be sweating since I don't even completely know the names of the subjects for this sem.
I doubt if any of my prof's know my name... or atleast know that I exist.
Hazily have i written the above. I know not what it means. It's 2.30 AM and my alarm is going out to blare out the first few seconds of B.Y.O.B at 4.30am. 2 hours of sleep is way too much during slog time. I need to get rid of my laziness.
Again, TIME is of the essence, but sadly, I have but none.

Monday, September 18, 2006

The Hostel Gang at a Party




At the 1st party thrown by Naidu, Sunny and Satya at Green Park

Sunday, September 17, 2006

The Reason

Why blog? I've been pondering over these two words since I first read about blogging in the "Technology" section of a newspaper. Why would anyone spend so much time typing out their thoughts for the open public to read? I realise that this first blog of mine has come several months after blogging has actually caught on as a global craze. Then one day, um, today, I realised blogging was a good way to liberate myself from the clutches of this boring life of an engineering student. Also, it was a good way to galvanize the gray matter to better my rusty english writing ability, considering I haven't written anything considerable in these 3 years of non-english speaking environment.
Also, the good thing about blogging is you can write about absolutely anything and for people like me, it's better than having to maintain a diary, which is such a pain anyway.
Good Bye Dear Diary( of which I must've filled exactly one page).

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