Do you see the world as it is ...
Or do you see the world as you are?
Goodnight
A.G
If You Can Read This You Are Literate.
That, in itself, is a dangerous proposition.
You have been warned.
I have engaged myself in philosophical endeavors, sub consciously off course, to such an extent that charades such as internship no longer seem to occupy my mind.
I find myself much the happier for that despite having knowledge of the fact that I shall cry about how I didn’t take it seriously when I should have.
The future will always be uncertain. Maybe that is why I look forward to it.
I do realize that it is not time that matters but the amount of work that I do.
Time, surprisingly, however, wields little power over those who do not submit to its demands
I, for no particular reason, am reasonably elated today
I have observed the hype generated by orkut these days. In addition to this I have also observed that most people creating accounts here do so for it is the latest fad. I find this reason outrageously preposterous.
If only people did it with right earnest …
Ahh… these words needn’t be taken seriously … or maybe at all.
I wonder when people will stop trying to be a football of the mass’s opinion.
I shall take leave now in order to try and satisfy an insatiable urge to devour chocolate ice cream.
Until next time …
A.G
I woke up in the afternoon today, as usual. As I got up to brush my teeth and use the mouthwash I realized the futility to actually be conscious of the entire process. I, therefore, went through the motions half asleep. As I put the mouthwash liquid in my mouth I noticed a burning sensation in my mouth, which, I thought, was due to the strong concentration of the liquid in question.
It was when the burning accelerated that I actually took notice of the bottle housing the liquid.
D-E-T-T-O-L.
Perfect.
In other news, Half of Bhaddal population has their 6 month internship at Punjab Infotech.
Now, Punjab Infotech is responsible for all computer related awareness and education in
Some of the personalities about to make PI their office for 6 months are … Ami, Sodhi, Mandeep, Ashish, Ratra and quite a lot more.I have omitted any titles such as Mr. (or Ms. !!!)
This great movement to PI (Punjab Infotech) by Bhaddalites, I am sure, will lead to an eradication of computer education in
The people may then resort to riots to protest this. This, in turn, may bring about the fall of the entire country’s economy ( since riots tend to have that effect).
Oil prices would shoot up, people wouldn’t be able to afford water and eventually cockroaches would take over the planet.
All because Punjab Infotech admitted students from Bhaddal for their 6 month internship.
Little did they know !!!
Is it not funny what results speculation can bring about?
Goodnight
A.G
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter 'n sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream comes true
Dream on, dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on, dream on, dream on
There is a strong possibility that whatever I may write tonight may prove to be gibberish but I shall type anyways. Even if it is just to kill time.
History is proof of the same.
Circumstances can be the Achilles Heel or a stepping stone whichever way you choose to interpret them.
I say this for I have seen it happen first hand.
I feel like confessing tonight. Confessing my truths, my regrets, my joys, my dreams, anything that occurs to me right now … alas … confessions, here, shall serve no real purpose.
A.G
I’ve been listening to Take it Easy by The Eagles all day long. Why don’t they make more songs like these anymore?
Here’s something that will shock almost everybody in touch with me to the core.
I actually went looking for shoes today !
Ok ok, it’s only because ma left me with no choice but I went nonetheless. Now here’s the bizarre part - I actually found a pair that I fancied. They look like the sneakers that Michael Jordan wore in Space Jam during the ending Basketball match. Not bad. Not bad at all.
Plans for buying a mobile are turning more complex since everybody is giving me mutually exclusive opinions on which set I should opt for.
It seems the natural habitat of nincompoops is no longer restricted to the confines of the
I say this because I have just been informed about the new policies framed by our management.
Once 80% of the batch has been placed, even then under no circumstances are the placed candidates to secure more than two job offers.
Perfect. Great going.
Do not loathe me for the stance I am taking on this issue. I can only hope that you view this with a sense of rationality.
How does barring them help the others?
I can say this with a certain degree of confidence (despite the rigging of the Home Institute – Which, by the way, is no longer a rumor or something kept under the rug) that the company is looking for quality. Not Quantity. If they believe a certain individual fulfills the criteria required off him then should he not be the one selected? Do his offer letters from other companies make a difference here?
Off course I cannot argue against a company which has a policy of barring candidates who already have been placed. That is a choice that the company has made.
It is not a question of exercising the option of appearing or not, here, but, simply, of having an option to exercise in the first place. Whether any of us choose to actually appear for an interview again is not the matter. The matter is that we may have the choice to do so. That, I believe, is also a fundamental pillar of democracy – Something that this country swears to abide by.
I do solemnly hope that half of those responsible for formulating nonsensical policies, not unlike this one, become terminally ill.
The other half, it is hoped by me, may be forced to eat a concoction that tastes like kaddu, gheeya and baingan all rolled into one.
And after that may the Devil take over the souls of each one of them and make them watch reruns of Ekta Kapoor’s soaps.
I shall contact Satan myself for the same.
Alternate suggestions for the above are always welcome.
Oh and Good luck to everyone appearing for the Tech Mahindra exam tomorrow. I’ve heard it won’t be the easiest.
Goodnight
A.G
It is 11:32 PM and I find myself typing these words. They have no purpose tonight. I do not know what to write about, whether I should write anything at all here but I am, nonetheless.
My entire existence in the past week has revolved around this silicon collection they call the computer.
I think it is apt to mention here that I love this font.
I am experiencing life like never before.
Take my schedule for instance. I sleep at around 7:00 AM and wake up somewhere between 2:00 and 3:00 PM.
I find myself distanced from the rest of the world and I could use that. It has long been overdue.
I’ve been listening to good music too. Life, without college, is, just like old times. Sigh …
For no specific reason I shall mention here that the Ole Ole Ole audible in Yahoo Messenger is hilarious.
My movie watching spree continues.
Here’s advice for all you males – Fixing a female’s PC is a remarkable feat to achieve if you can manage that without having to sacrifice your sanity in the bargain.
Sobby STILL hasn’t handed me my confirmation. Boo Hoo for that.
I have been devoting time to the guitar too. The soothing effect brought forth by it is of unquestionable beauty.
I think this should act as my cue for spending more time with the 6 strings tonight.
Goodnight.
A.G
At this midnight hour I cannot help but quote the lyrics of Always by Bon Jovi.
This romeo is bleeding
But you can’t see his blood
It’s nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up
Now I’m drowning in the flood
You see I’ve always been a fighter
But without you I give up
Like the way it’s meant to be
Well, I guess I’m not that good anymore
But baby, that’s just me
And I will love you, baby - always
And I’ll be there forever and a day - always
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don’t rhyme
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind
And I’ll love you - always
Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye
What I’d give to run my fingers through your hair
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers try to understand
I’ve made mistakes, I’m just a man
When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you’ve been needing to hear
I’ll wish I was him ’cause those words are mine
To say to you till the end of time
Yeah, I will love you baby - always
And I’ll be there forever and a day - always
If you told me to cry for you
I could
If you told me to die for you
I would
Take a look at my face
There’s no price I won’t pay
To say these words to you
Well, there ain’t no luck
In these loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams
And our old lives
We’ll find a place where the sun still shines
And I will love you, baby - always
And I’ll be there forever and a day - always
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don’t rhyme
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind
And I’ll love you - always
The heart has to be one of the most destructive forces known to mankind.
Goodnight
A.G
I’ve haven’t ventured out of the front door in over 55 hours now. I shall be spending the entire night online again. My system hasn’t gone offline for three days straight (though I sign out of messenger at times). I have no plans of shutting it down anytime soon unless, off course, the Electricity Board begs to differ.
God said “Let there be light” but the Electricity Board said “Not so fast !!!”
I am safe for now.
My tryst with movies and books is continuing.
Plans for Rendezvous 2006 are gaining momentum with frequent middle-of-the-night- online discussions concerning costumes, costume changes, track sequences, lighting etc.
Mr. Dhand plans for us to get together on the 22nd for dinner.
Sobby still hasn’t handed me my confirmation letter. I think I need to reprimand him for the same.
The bluest eyes in
Like the stars that fill the midnight sky her memory fills my mind
Where did I go wrong, Did I wait too long or can I make it right
The bluest eyes in
Goodnight
A.G
Actually, it is only I who is back.
My broadband connection had been giving me problems for the past week or so and that should explain my absence for long.
My exams are now over and I, therefore, have enough time on my hands to devote to this task. These post is proof that things are now back to normal. Thank God for that. I have been watching movies and reading a lot these days.
You see, I always make plans during the exams … plans on what I shall be doing with my free time during the vacations and since these vacations shall be lasting long I thought up a few things to do. The most extraordinary part is that I have been sticking to them.
And the exams … well they didn’t go according to plan. IBS was more like a horror movie.
I’m just glad I’ve seen “THE END” of that.
I am currently installing all required software I shall need. I had to format my beloved system in order to get the connection working. The procurement of a suitable OS disc for the same proved to be tedious. My disc is with a friend who has conveniently departed for
In other news, the track for Rendezvous 2006 is nearly complete. I mean the rough draft.
I have been spending enormous amounts of time at The Browser these days. The people there now recognize me by name.
I finally plan to put an end to my friends’ woes and buy a cell phone. The only reason I need one is that I may be able to access the net using Bluetooth (In Delhi – where I shall be training). I do not care if I have incoming or outgoing facilities or not. The important thing is that Bluetooth must be up and working. Messrs Saini and Arneja suggested I set my eyes upon the 6681. (Yes, Arneja I actually remember the name of the phone ).
And and and … I’ve been messing around with ways to crack game protections and some of them do work. It’s funny what a dissembler and a debugger coupled together can do . (evil grin)
So much for that.
I am back online and it’s raining outside. Things are looking up.
Until next time
A.G
The number of the beast. So says the Bible. It turns out the Bible finally got one right.
Mr. Arneja, I am guessing, would be smiling if he ever read this, though I doubt he ever will. The reasons for this shall not be mentioned here.
What shall be mentioned here, on the other hand, is why I believe the aforementioned date is, in fact, the number of the beast. The beast, probably, is the University that shall hand me my degree at the end of my graduation. The story follows.
Note – The number of the beast also happens to be one of Iron Maiden’s finest albums, I believe, to date. That’s a hard rock band, in case you did not know.
Anyways … continuing …
Nincompoops inhabit P.T.U
This, I believe is a fact that has been established beyond all measure of doubt and now should be painted across the walls of every PTU affiliated college.
The sanity of the concerned authorities is also under question by me.
I find myself unable to resist the temptation to question the importance of actually studying the syllabus for any PTU paper.(since rarely do they ask questions from it).
The clock screamed 9:30 which indicated the start of our RTS (Real Time Systems) examination.
Now, as is becoming habitual with me, I glimpsed at Mr. Jha (since he receives the paper before I do) and waited, patiently, for a reaction. It was the same Kuch nahin aata look on his face which I am now beginning to get accustomed to.
The alarm bells started ringing when I noticed Ms. Pal, seated two seats behind him, smiling with her right hand on her face looking the question paper. I then turned to Ms. Verma for hope and I found the same effective reaction. All the above 75% ers were perplexed.
That should be indication enough of the state of the paper. You see these toppers( and quite a few more) are people who rarely emote during an examination and to see things change in this exam was horrendous and gratifying at the same time.
Horrendous because of the implications the question paper would have on people like me and gratifying because now, maybe, they know what we go through in most papers !
Now, in such a paper, most people are out to salvage the most they can from it. This, in turn, requires more than just a fair bit of concentration. This is when Mrs. Aman (Our Ex- DAA teacher) steps in the classroom announcing that some students still haven’t paid up for the Seniors’ Farewell. Wow . Perfect timing.
This was followed by our RTS lecturer Mrs. Arunima telling us to attempt each question. The only problem here was that the below 75% ers had no clue what to write about.
How do we know what Fault Tolerant Architectures are?
TMR should probably stand for Totally Meaningless Redundancy .
I’m assuming you get what I am trying to tell you here.
Off course the above 75 % ers would’ve had no problems writing SOMETHING that would thereby enable them to get grace marks.
A single song resonated in my mind for the entire duration of the exam Rape Me – Nirvana
I think it is apt and ironic how the song seemed to fit, perfectly, the situation I found myself in.
Calls to Mr. Gupta for some points to elucidate upon proved to be futile. (Except in the last 2 minutes, by which time it was already too little too late.)
I spent the three hours writing about things I had no clue about, finalizing my plans for the 6 months training, imagining what it would be like if I were to stand up and run away with my answer sheet amongst other things that are best left unmentioned.
I still do not know what hit me during those three hours but it sure was unpleasant.
For Mr. Sahore, though, it was just another exam.
Goodnight.
A.G
Here I am, having chocolate milk and about to embark upon the task …haha task !!! RTOS ! … of watching movies all night.
I have taken an overview of the entire syllabus and I hope to consolidate on the same tomorrow.
The track for Rendezvous 2006 is going on fine too. Preparation started off sometime in March.
The biggest problem I face is when I have to leave out some song. You see each song ,taken individually, takes around 2-3 hours to mix. That includes ripping it, cutting it, selecting the required portions, mixing them, adding effects, tempos, scratching etc etc .
Now imagine you having to leave 6-7 such songs out of the final mix. It isn’t easy. The worst part is … the final mix isn’t ready yet. Infact, I might just have a brand new track for the finals. I guess it’s back to the drawing board in a while.
Oh and wish me luck for RTOS. I go to battle the day after tomorrow
Goodnight.
A.G
Failure seldom stops you. What stops you is the fear of failure.
- Jack Lemmon
Excuses are the nails used to build a house of failure
Never walk away from failure. On the contrary,study it carefully -- and imaginatively -- for its hidden assets.
-Michael Korda
Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.
- Robert Frost
Are you educated?
I've just been thinking about this and more.
Goodnight
A.G