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Saturday, June 14, 2014
Enough talk already!
It has been almost 3 weeks of acche din so far. Initial enthusiasm is still to wane, and we are still waiting for that magic wand whoosh to set everything all right. Modi has become the Prime-Minister of the country riding on a wave of backlash against abject corruption and absolute apathy of the Congress Raj vis-a-vis the concerns of the Aam Aadmi. Kejriwal, with his go-get-it attitude and earthy persona appeared like presenting a decent challenge to the BJP juggernaut, but ended up digging his own grave by resigning from the Delhi government (and I say this only because of the unfair advantage of hindsight). However, 49 days of Kejriwal in the Delhi government were scrutinized as if India was Delhi and Delhi was India. Newspapers, online magazines were flushed with daily reports and assessment of Kejriwal's doings - and doings he did. He had more to show from his stint of mere 7 weeks, than what governments have to show from a full term of 5 years! And that's what I had been expecting when Modi took on the gauntlet on 26th of May (or was it 25th?). Some serious action! But what do I get? I get "Bonhomie in Parliament, Rahul, Modi shake hands", "Cabinet secretaries give presentations", "Modi issues ten commandments to his ministers", "Modi is a workaholic - works 18 hours a day" - Front page of national political news reading more like the rangeen page of Punjab Kesari. The other day, Modi gave his debut speech in Parliament talking about "inclusion" and more of politically-correct stuff, probably trying to pull off another 'Modi 2.0', as Tharoor aptly put. I know, India is a big country and governance, planning and all that takes time, and probably Modi's PR enterprise thinks that by putting out such 'news' in the media, they are doing him a favor by manufacturing an image of a 'PM hard at work', but frankly speaking, I don't think that such a manufactured product would last for long if there aren't any ground changes. So, Mr. Modi, be the Messiah that everyone has been hoping you to be. Otherwise, people's patience might wear out sooner than you expected. There has been enough talk (and Power-point presentations) already!
Sunday, February 26, 2012
The Road Not Taken
80, and still counting. Although, so far, I had been reveling in false merriment of still being able to maintain a healthy weight, that is, even with such an unhealthy sit-on-a-chair-and-keep-on-hitting-keys-until-you-die lifestyle, the digital weighing scale brought my world crashing down. 80.96 Kilograms - it said, and no matter, how hard you try to convince yourself, all things digital have such an aura of accuracy about them, that you eventually end up accepting the truth in red (ever wondered, why all these weighing scales have red displays?). And so, a guy like me, who had never imagined even in his wildest dreams (and I have had some really wild ones) that he would be worrying about his waistline, today finds himself engrossed in a daily supervision of rising and falling numbers. Lol, that was just an exaggeration, but there is definitely a certain element of self-consciousness, taking roots deep inside me right now. Else, how would I explain the umpteen things that I do now, that you generally do, when you are – what’s the euphemism – a “little bit on the healthier side”. And although, I like to believe otherwise, it was perhaps due to this changing scheme of things, that I finally decided to take the road seldom taken. The road to Pune University campus, where a 5 K “dream-run” was supposed to begin at 7:30 in the morning.
Waking up early can be a tough job, requiring some early planning from your side. For starters, you can place your alarm clock at least 5 feet away from your sleeping territory. Perhaps, that’s also the only thing that you can do. So, here I was, getting up, when it was still dark, giving a wake-up call to the other guy - Vishwa, when it was still dark, and staring out of the window, when it was still dark. The temptation of that I-will-sleep-for-just-5-more-minutes was always there, but the plunge had been taken, and there was no turning back. Comrades fell (read my room-mate going back on his promise to join me), the will was tested, but I continued, still fighting off the sweet seductive mistress that sleep is. To be true, the sight of dogs, that dot the road from my flat to office, barking at the top of their vocal capabilities, did dampen my spirit a little, but I risked them anyway. After all, one doesn’t come this far, every day. And so I reached, without any incident, the Baner road, where the other guy – Vishwa, joined me in my insane pursuit. A petite Bajaj auto (you see, I come from the land of Vikram, colloquially referred to as the Bada auto) came strolling along, and our journey to the University Gates began.
We landed at the Gates of Glory around 40 minutes before the scheduled start – something that might have gotten us into record books, if the world was populated only with 20-something engineers. The signs were encouraging – there were already some people huffing and puffing their way down the road. Some were young, some old, some even barefoot, all of them having a small white-chart cut-out stamped on their chests, proclaiming the enormity of their endeavor. We too, started in the opposite direction, towards the source of this intermittent stream of runners, hoping to reach there well in time. On the way, as it usually happens when you visit a college/university, our discussion veered towards general campus talk (for example, we discussed how a very tall building currently under construction, could become the default choice for anyone seeking pre-mature life termination). And so we ambled along, with the nonchalance of a drunkard, until we finally checked the time to find that it was 7:23 already. We looked as far as we could, but there still seemed to be no flag-off point in sight. And to compound it , there were not even any runners on the road this time. Somehow - talkative, busy creatures that we are - we had failed to take notice of the fact that that intermittent stream of runners, had dried up completely, quite a while ago. So, here we were, after almost 90 minutes of gladiatorial efforts (it’s all relative!), stranded on a runner-less road, clueless about where to go. Seeing no point in going back, we continued forward, hoping to find someone to guide us to the flag-off point. Thankfully, very soon, we caught up with a middle-aged man (Somehow, like the beginning of a dream, I can’t remember when he entered our frame of sight), jogging along slowly. And before, we could pose him a question, he asked us back – “Ye 5 K dream run ka rasta yahin se jaata hai kya?”. To which, I retorted haplessly – “Ye 5 K start kahaan se ho rahi hai?”. At this point, the man changed to a more sympathetic tone, and said - “Wo to university gate par left-turn hai naa…Shivaji statue.. wahin se”. Flashing back came the image of the fork in the road at the university entrance, that we had so blissfully ignored to take the right turn. Following the anti-route of the runners looked like the most logical thing to do then, as all the runners poured down from the road on the right. However, in light of the recent revelation, we realized the fallacy of our assumption – those runners were probably on their way back to the starting point instead of the other way round. With a silent sigh, we turned back, and broke into a gentle run as the unsolicited advice of the middle-aged man on how to approach a 5 K run - “Bhago, chalo… Bhago, chalo… Dil ki dhadkan dheere dheere badhegi” – faded into the background. I was still hoping secretly, that the man was talking about some other left-turn – a left-turn that was nearer to where we were now. We continued to run, rather lukewarmly, asking at every turn about the starting point, lest we get lost again. But then, precious time had been lost in all this hara-kiri, and our enthusiasm began to drop as we realized that we won’t be able to make it in time. No sooner than later, we saw a whole bunch of runners coming down the road, which meant that the race had already begun; thus effectively shutting out any hope to participate this time. We switched back to Socrates-esque mode (For the uninitiated, Socrates used to discuss philosophy with his students while walking), and as a way to compensate for the missed race, we decided to walk back home the entire distance. We reached the university gates; the fork, and the guard posted there, very matter-of-factly, confirmed that we had indeed taken the wrong turn. We looked around to see if there were any pointers to the venue; and on finding none, concluded that the organizers had probably become bored of putting up the same pointers every month again and again. As Murphy would have put it – “Agar tum kisi cheez ko poore dil se chaho, toh saari qaynaat tumhe usse juda karne main jut jaati hai” and as Lennon-McCartney would have replied – “Let it be”, we sauntered back to our flats with a resolve to come back again. However, for now, it was time to give in to the antics of that eternal seductress that I mentioned before – Sleep.
So much so, for a Sunday morning, when I woke up, well, when it was still dark.
Waking up early can be a tough job, requiring some early planning from your side. For starters, you can place your alarm clock at least 5 feet away from your sleeping territory. Perhaps, that’s also the only thing that you can do. So, here I was, getting up, when it was still dark, giving a wake-up call to the other guy - Vishwa, when it was still dark, and staring out of the window, when it was still dark. The temptation of that I-will-sleep-for-just-5-more-minutes was always there, but the plunge had been taken, and there was no turning back. Comrades fell (read my room-mate going back on his promise to join me), the will was tested, but I continued, still fighting off the sweet seductive mistress that sleep is. To be true, the sight of dogs, that dot the road from my flat to office, barking at the top of their vocal capabilities, did dampen my spirit a little, but I risked them anyway. After all, one doesn’t come this far, every day. And so I reached, without any incident, the Baner road, where the other guy – Vishwa, joined me in my insane pursuit. A petite Bajaj auto (you see, I come from the land of Vikram, colloquially referred to as the Bada auto) came strolling along, and our journey to the University Gates began.
We landed at the Gates of Glory around 40 minutes before the scheduled start – something that might have gotten us into record books, if the world was populated only with 20-something engineers. The signs were encouraging – there were already some people huffing and puffing their way down the road. Some were young, some old, some even barefoot, all of them having a small white-chart cut-out stamped on their chests, proclaiming the enormity of their endeavor. We too, started in the opposite direction, towards the source of this intermittent stream of runners, hoping to reach there well in time. On the way, as it usually happens when you visit a college/university, our discussion veered towards general campus talk (for example, we discussed how a very tall building currently under construction, could become the default choice for anyone seeking pre-mature life termination). And so we ambled along, with the nonchalance of a drunkard, until we finally checked the time to find that it was 7:23 already. We looked as far as we could, but there still seemed to be no flag-off point in sight. And to compound it , there were not even any runners on the road this time. Somehow - talkative, busy creatures that we are - we had failed to take notice of the fact that that intermittent stream of runners, had dried up completely, quite a while ago. So, here we were, after almost 90 minutes of gladiatorial efforts (it’s all relative!), stranded on a runner-less road, clueless about where to go. Seeing no point in going back, we continued forward, hoping to find someone to guide us to the flag-off point. Thankfully, very soon, we caught up with a middle-aged man (Somehow, like the beginning of a dream, I can’t remember when he entered our frame of sight), jogging along slowly. And before, we could pose him a question, he asked us back – “Ye 5 K dream run ka rasta yahin se jaata hai kya?”. To which, I retorted haplessly – “Ye 5 K start kahaan se ho rahi hai?”. At this point, the man changed to a more sympathetic tone, and said - “Wo to university gate par left-turn hai naa…Shivaji statue.. wahin se”. Flashing back came the image of the fork in the road at the university entrance, that we had so blissfully ignored to take the right turn. Following the anti-route of the runners looked like the most logical thing to do then, as all the runners poured down from the road on the right. However, in light of the recent revelation, we realized the fallacy of our assumption – those runners were probably on their way back to the starting point instead of the other way round. With a silent sigh, we turned back, and broke into a gentle run as the unsolicited advice of the middle-aged man on how to approach a 5 K run - “Bhago, chalo… Bhago, chalo… Dil ki dhadkan dheere dheere badhegi” – faded into the background. I was still hoping secretly, that the man was talking about some other left-turn – a left-turn that was nearer to where we were now. We continued to run, rather lukewarmly, asking at every turn about the starting point, lest we get lost again. But then, precious time had been lost in all this hara-kiri, and our enthusiasm began to drop as we realized that we won’t be able to make it in time. No sooner than later, we saw a whole bunch of runners coming down the road, which meant that the race had already begun; thus effectively shutting out any hope to participate this time. We switched back to Socrates-esque mode (For the uninitiated, Socrates used to discuss philosophy with his students while walking), and as a way to compensate for the missed race, we decided to walk back home the entire distance. We reached the university gates; the fork, and the guard posted there, very matter-of-factly, confirmed that we had indeed taken the wrong turn. We looked around to see if there were any pointers to the venue; and on finding none, concluded that the organizers had probably become bored of putting up the same pointers every month again and again. As Murphy would have put it – “Agar tum kisi cheez ko poore dil se chaho, toh saari qaynaat tumhe usse juda karne main jut jaati hai” and as Lennon-McCartney would have replied – “Let it be”, we sauntered back to our flats with a resolve to come back again. However, for now, it was time to give in to the antics of that eternal seductress that I mentioned before – Sleep.
So much so, for a Sunday morning, when I woke up, well, when it was still dark.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Last Night....
Last Night was exhilaration typified. Pure and plain unadulterated ecstasy. An exemplification of that delectable experience when you feel a sudden wave of immense pleasure shoot through your spine, which then subsequently subsides, leaving the mind and the body, wholesomely satisfied. After all, five hours (10:00 pm to 3:00 am to be precise) of relentless crusading can exhaust even the best of men and to be honest, it felt real great when it all ended. And it was in these blissful moments that when I finally decided to go to sleep, my mind decided otherwise and took me upon an errand that was totally and absolutely uncalled for.
Greatest Ideas generally come to men at the most humblest of places. Archimedes thought of buoyancy in the bathtub. Newton got the idea of gravitation (and was therefore able to explain why eventually, everything comes down) while whiling away in the park. No wonder then that yours truly came up with a unique take on world matters and the things plaguing our society at large, while in his bed, doing something as trivial as trying to see the ceiling through the dark. In fact, as I write this, I am myself amazed as to how could I even think about such matters, after just having done what I did. Nevertheless, that’s not the point. The point goes about 30 kilometres from here, to Hardwar which is these days, being swamped up by such an enormous sea of humanity that it forces you(or at least me) to think – Is this what God is all about?
Religion is a very private matter and I firmly believe that whatever a person does in his or her private life is nobody else’s business. But still, don’t you think that this nationwide mass-hysteria and the sudden urge amongst millions to gain salvation in a jiffy- of the kind that we are witnessing these days, is way too non-sensical a phenomenon to be explained by reason or logic? Of course, it’s a matter of faith, you may say. But then, I daresay, that there is a very thin line that separates faith from superstition. And it’s only when humanity in such gigantic proportions starts crossing that line blindfolded, that I start getting a little uneasy. After all how can you suppose God to be naive enough to provide you with a special window every fourteen years, so that if you manage to bathe in the Ganges during this “window” period, you will gain direct entry into the heavens. God is mature and grown-up. That’s the reason why he doesn’t play dice. And that’s exactly why he doesn’t provide shortcuts. However sadly, all things religious have become so convoluted these days that it’s hard to see through the layers. And it bothers me sometimes seeing religion losing all its purpose.
Religion was intended to liberate us, to emancipate our society of its ills. But, if you would seriously give it a thought, you would realize that religion has done more harm than good to us. Religion is being run like a business today with a marketing propaganda, and while the gullible common man gets caught in the web, our holy men are laughing their way to the banks. Radicalism, fundamentalism etc. all, have their roots in religion (or the misinterpretation of it). The lesser said on it, the better. And that’s why I am compelled to think – What if there was no religion? Just for a moment, try imagining a utopian world without religion and you would see half of the world’s problems solving themselves. Pull religion out of the equation and you would have no crisis in the Middle-East, no Indo-Pak Crisis, and no Al-Qaeda. But alas, things are not that easy. We think too much and we worry too much especially, when it comes to religion. But, God isn’t obsessed with us. Is he? Because if he were, then that silly song –“Aal Izz Well” would have made some sense instead of sounding as silly as it sounds today. So naturally, now the question arises why are then we so much obsessed with God? The answer isn’t straight and perhaps has a psychological dimension to it.
So what I suggest is this –
Don’t care too much about God. Just stay cool. Be practical. Enjoy life. Get a little bit spoiled if possible. And who knows God might just come knocking at your door saying –
Amen...
P.S : If you are still wondering what the first para was all about, I take immense pride in telling you that last night I was finally able to execute my first CUDA program on my GeForce 8400M GS GPU (it isn’t a big deal but at least it sounds good) after five hours of relentless binging.
P.P.S : Binging is fun.
P.P.P.S : I know what you were thinking then and what you are thinking now.
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Greatest Ideas generally come to men at the most humblest of places. Archimedes thought of buoyancy in the bathtub. Newton got the idea of gravitation (and was therefore able to explain why eventually, everything comes down) while whiling away in the park. No wonder then that yours truly came up with a unique take on world matters and the things plaguing our society at large, while in his bed, doing something as trivial as trying to see the ceiling through the dark. In fact, as I write this, I am myself amazed as to how could I even think about such matters, after just having done what I did. Nevertheless, that’s not the point. The point goes about 30 kilometres from here, to Hardwar which is these days, being swamped up by such an enormous sea of humanity that it forces you(or at least me) to think – Is this what God is all about?
Religion is a very private matter and I firmly believe that whatever a person does in his or her private life is nobody else’s business. But still, don’t you think that this nationwide mass-hysteria and the sudden urge amongst millions to gain salvation in a jiffy- of the kind that we are witnessing these days, is way too non-sensical a phenomenon to be explained by reason or logic? Of course, it’s a matter of faith, you may say. But then, I daresay, that there is a very thin line that separates faith from superstition. And it’s only when humanity in such gigantic proportions starts crossing that line blindfolded, that I start getting a little uneasy. After all how can you suppose God to be naive enough to provide you with a special window every fourteen years, so that if you manage to bathe in the Ganges during this “window” period, you will gain direct entry into the heavens. God is mature and grown-up. That’s the reason why he doesn’t play dice. And that’s exactly why he doesn’t provide shortcuts. However sadly, all things religious have become so convoluted these days that it’s hard to see through the layers. And it bothers me sometimes seeing religion losing all its purpose.
Religion was intended to liberate us, to emancipate our society of its ills. But, if you would seriously give it a thought, you would realize that religion has done more harm than good to us. Religion is being run like a business today with a marketing propaganda, and while the gullible common man gets caught in the web, our holy men are laughing their way to the banks. Radicalism, fundamentalism etc. all, have their roots in religion (or the misinterpretation of it). The lesser said on it, the better. And that’s why I am compelled to think – What if there was no religion? Just for a moment, try imagining a utopian world without religion and you would see half of the world’s problems solving themselves. Pull religion out of the equation and you would have no crisis in the Middle-East, no Indo-Pak Crisis, and no Al-Qaeda. But alas, things are not that easy. We think too much and we worry too much especially, when it comes to religion. But, God isn’t obsessed with us. Is he? Because if he were, then that silly song –“Aal Izz Well” would have made some sense instead of sounding as silly as it sounds today. So naturally, now the question arises why are then we so much obsessed with God? The answer isn’t straight and perhaps has a psychological dimension to it.
So what I suggest is this –
Don’t care too much about God. Just stay cool. Be practical. Enjoy life. Get a little bit spoiled if possible. And who knows God might just come knocking at your door saying –
Amen...
P.S : If you are still wondering what the first para was all about, I take immense pride in telling you that last night I was finally able to execute my first CUDA program on my GeForce 8400M GS GPU (it isn’t a big deal but at least it sounds good) after five hours of relentless binging.
P.P.S : Binging is fun.
P.P.P.S : I know what you were thinking then and what you are thinking now.
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Monday, August 24, 2009
If Only Everybody was an Ass...
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away there lived a dozen donkeys. They were all simply donkeys, as normal donkeys are expected to be. Pure and simple. Calm and serene. Living life in their own style, not a care for the rest of the universe. Never the ones to flinch from hard-work, these donkeys were the epitome of altruism and perseverance ( Thanx R-asS ) in their own beautiful way. And with that childish innocence and mature composure of theirs, they painted such a perfect picture of themselves that it was hard not to envy them.
But after all, they were donkeys. And as they say- Once a donkey, Always a donkey. So, their world evolved in a manner very different than ours. Their society became a supreme example of what is meant by just and fair. A complete absence of competition, avarice, ill-will, hatred, deception and vanity put their society in a league of its own. And all of that, precisely because they were donkeys. Because being donkeys, they were never able to articulate such emotions as the complex thought process required to generate such feelings was simply beyond them. So, they continued to live like brothers. Peace at its colossal best. And the last time that we heard of them, they were still enjoying the fruits of harmonious coexistence like nobody else in universe.
Now cut down to 2009 AD, Planet Earth and we begin to realize that much has gone terribly wrong with this world of ours. Men have ceased to be Men. Lust is ruling the roost. Anarchy runs wild in the streets as we watch meekly, surrendering ourselves to our desires. Masked faces, fake smiles are on display everywhere,daily. Words like conscience, trust sound more hollow than ever. Emotions have taken a backseat whilst ‘I’ has become the driver of our actions and thoughts. We have been reduced to walking corpses, our lives mere ironies.But may be, we were not destined to end this way. And thats why it becomes even harder not to imagine what life would have been like in that society in that galaxy far, far away. The thought comes racing to my mind- Our world could have been a much better place to live in.
If only we weren’t this awesome.
If only we didn’t have such brains.
If only Everybody was an Ass...
P.S: Read between the lines.
But after all, they were donkeys. And as they say- Once a donkey, Always a donkey. So, their world evolved in a manner very different than ours. Their society became a supreme example of what is meant by just and fair. A complete absence of competition, avarice, ill-will, hatred, deception and vanity put their society in a league of its own. And all of that, precisely because they were donkeys. Because being donkeys, they were never able to articulate such emotions as the complex thought process required to generate such feelings was simply beyond them. So, they continued to live like brothers. Peace at its colossal best. And the last time that we heard of them, they were still enjoying the fruits of harmonious coexistence like nobody else in universe.
Now cut down to 2009 AD, Planet Earth and we begin to realize that much has gone terribly wrong with this world of ours. Men have ceased to be Men. Lust is ruling the roost. Anarchy runs wild in the streets as we watch meekly, surrendering ourselves to our desires. Masked faces, fake smiles are on display everywhere,daily. Words like conscience, trust sound more hollow than ever. Emotions have taken a backseat whilst ‘I’ has become the driver of our actions and thoughts. We have been reduced to walking corpses, our lives mere ironies.But may be, we were not destined to end this way. And thats why it becomes even harder not to imagine what life would have been like in that society in that galaxy far, far away. The thought comes racing to my mind- Our world could have been a much better place to live in.
If only we weren’t this awesome.
If only we didn’t have such brains.
If only Everybody was an Ass...
P.S: Read between the lines.
Monday, June 8, 2009
A Treatise on the Classification of Various Personas @ IIT Roorkee
Life is a kaleidoscope. And so is College. You meet tons of ppl in life and though, classifying them based on similar characteristics might not be the best of jobs, it is definitely more interesting than counting fingers in a digitized binary image of a hand (Yeah, thats my Summer Project). So out of this utter joblessness and boredom springs out this post, which attempts to classify the crowd at IIT Roorkee (particularly my batch) into discrete sub-classes on the basis of well-defined parameters. Any suggestions or queries regarding the classification are requested to be forwarded to the author through comments. Anyway, here it goes....
a)“Kal Kurt Cobain ki Punya tithi hai” type species: Okay, this one is inspired frm somewhere, but this phrase describes this omnipresent species so aptly that it has to be included in the list. Almost every college has them and in fact the population of this particular species can be used to gauge the supposedly CQ ( “Coolness” Quotient) of that particular institution. These people love Black more than Satan and know it all about all those “hairy” issues. And more than often, these people know only two things more about Nirvana- lyrics of “Smells like Teen Spirits” and the birthday of Kurt Cobain( not to mention,which they celebrate with as much zeal as their gf’s birthday).
b)The Genuine “Kal Kurt Cobain ki Punya Tithi hai” species: Unlike the previous category, these type of people are really rare and are generally found in groups bonding with like-minded people. In fact the fake “Kal Kurt Cobain ki Punya Tithi hai” species had acquired such large numbers in recent times that it was only after some cutting edge research in this field that the existence of this species was established. But yeah, these people do exist and they take pride in themselves like nobody else. Each one of them is above the mundane mundanities of life with the Nirvana lyrics populating approximately 83% of their vocabulary (Yeah, Barney told me abt this). These people also have an uncanny ability to associate at least one Nirvana song with anything under the sun which may be something as insignificant as an eraser or something as significant as an Atom bomb. U name it, n they have it. It is a proven fact now that this species is aloof of all humanity and has serious difficulties in mingling with the members of any other species.
c)”The AT wing waale” species: For the uninitiated, AT (pronounced Aay-Tee)wing happens to be a block in Govind Bhawan (my hostel) at IIT Roorkee, where “A Few Good Men” (its a nice movie!)frm amongst this endless sea of jobless people reside. Undoubtedly, the most hard-working men ever born ,these people happen to be the source of most of the recurring migraine cases on campus. ( I say this only after numerous nukkad conversations with beings of the other branches). Prejudiced to sports, these people have been found to have a strong liking for Projects and the likes. And though, the source of their unwavering self-motivation is yet not known , spies have been already set free (exactly at 6 pm yesterday) to seek the elusive secret. The secret holds promise and may find applications in areas as varied as helping a hopeless failed suicide-attemptee to the pschoanalysis therapy of the Indian Hockey Team.
d)” The Holier-than-thou Branch Changers ” species: Fondly known as the BC’s (Pun intended!)........ exactly 83% of the fondness for them ends then and there. In the words of a certain dude by the name of Abraham Lincoln( 16th President Of United States Of America), these ppl are “ for the books, for the books and for the books”. Though the characteristics of this species might remind you of the “AT wing waale“ species and no doubt they are very similar, the crucial difference lies in the fact that they have been always like this(since birth). And although occassionaly spotted on a Tennis Court or in the T.V room, these sightings are more of an exception than the norm. Other very obvious characteristics are that they have a monopoly over the front seats, are the front-runners in submitting Tutorials and Assignments, sleep well before 12 midnight (Yes, this IS true) and always seem to know the syllabus of the test tommorrow well in advance. In short, they represent what IITians “should” be like but are not.
e) “The Mob” species: These are the “suppossedly” lesser beings on the campus who are neither 9 pointers , don’t have girlfriends (Actually this applies to the previous two species too) and haven’t even approached a single Professor for a Project (Surprise, Surprise!). Always, the first ones to leave for home, this species truly epitomises the –“Koi nahin yaar...Chalta hai” attitude, come what may. Kurt Cobain & Co. are as alien to them as the aliens themselves (No surprise here!) and usually depend on the “AT waale” and the “Holy BC’s” for tutorials and assignments.To nobody’s astonishment, this species comprises the majority of the campus population and in more formal terms is the “sea of jobless ppl” referred to in the third description. However, they do take solace in the fact that they are experts at CS and NFS and that Bill Gates was a college-dropout. When prodded about their out-of-sync lifestyle, they often quote Oscar Wilde,who once famously said-“ The Mob Rules!”.
f) “The Girly Girls” species: Non-existent. (The peculiar non-existence of this particular species can be accounted for by the adjective “Girly”).
g)"The Non-Girly Girls" species: Conspicuous by its extremely small population and sheer looks (Yeah, SHEER LOOKS! Thats all what it takes to identify them), this species is a specialty of the IITs. However, due to some God-Only-Knows reasons, the numbers have slightly increased in the past one year and as of the present day their population is being measured in terms of ppm (parts per million of dudes) instead of ppb (parts per billion of dudes).
As is the case with all the lists,above list is also in no way exhaustive and suggestions for further refinement of the classification would be gratefully accepted and given due credit.
P.S:@”The AT wing waale”
I love you all.
P.P.S:@”The Holier-than-thou BC’s”
I love you too.
P.P.P.S:@"The Girly Girls" Species
I really miss you.
P.P.P.P.S:@"The Non-Girly Girls" Species
Who cares...
P.P.P.P.P.S:@all
Yeah, the Mob does rule!
a)“Kal Kurt Cobain ki Punya tithi hai” type species: Okay, this one is inspired frm somewhere, but this phrase describes this omnipresent species so aptly that it has to be included in the list. Almost every college has them and in fact the population of this particular species can be used to gauge the supposedly CQ ( “Coolness” Quotient) of that particular institution. These people love Black more than Satan and know it all about all those “hairy” issues. And more than often, these people know only two things more about Nirvana- lyrics of “Smells like Teen Spirits” and the birthday of Kurt Cobain( not to mention,which they celebrate with as much zeal as their gf’s birthday).
b)The Genuine “Kal Kurt Cobain ki Punya Tithi hai” species: Unlike the previous category, these type of people are really rare and are generally found in groups bonding with like-minded people. In fact the fake “Kal Kurt Cobain ki Punya Tithi hai” species had acquired such large numbers in recent times that it was only after some cutting edge research in this field that the existence of this species was established. But yeah, these people do exist and they take pride in themselves like nobody else. Each one of them is above the mundane mundanities of life with the Nirvana lyrics populating approximately 83% of their vocabulary (Yeah, Barney told me abt this). These people also have an uncanny ability to associate at least one Nirvana song with anything under the sun which may be something as insignificant as an eraser or something as significant as an Atom bomb. U name it, n they have it. It is a proven fact now that this species is aloof of all humanity and has serious difficulties in mingling with the members of any other species.
c)”The AT wing waale” species: For the uninitiated, AT (pronounced Aay-Tee)wing happens to be a block in Govind Bhawan (my hostel) at IIT Roorkee, where “A Few Good Men” (its a nice movie!)frm amongst this endless sea of jobless people reside. Undoubtedly, the most hard-working men ever born ,these people happen to be the source of most of the recurring migraine cases on campus. ( I say this only after numerous nukkad conversations with beings of the other branches). Prejudiced to sports, these people have been found to have a strong liking for Projects and the likes. And though, the source of their unwavering self-motivation is yet not known , spies have been already set free (exactly at 6 pm yesterday) to seek the elusive secret. The secret holds promise and may find applications in areas as varied as helping a hopeless failed suicide-attemptee to the pschoanalysis therapy of the Indian Hockey Team.
d)” The Holier-than-thou Branch Changers ” species: Fondly known as the BC’s (Pun intended!)........ exactly 83% of the fondness for them ends then and there. In the words of a certain dude by the name of Abraham Lincoln( 16th President Of United States Of America), these ppl are “ for the books, for the books and for the books”. Though the characteristics of this species might remind you of the “AT wing waale“ species and no doubt they are very similar, the crucial difference lies in the fact that they have been always like this(since birth). And although occassionaly spotted on a Tennis Court or in the T.V room, these sightings are more of an exception than the norm. Other very obvious characteristics are that they have a monopoly over the front seats, are the front-runners in submitting Tutorials and Assignments, sleep well before 12 midnight (Yes, this IS true) and always seem to know the syllabus of the test tommorrow well in advance. In short, they represent what IITians “should” be like but are not.
e) “The Mob” species: These are the “suppossedly” lesser beings on the campus who are neither 9 pointers , don’t have girlfriends (Actually this applies to the previous two species too) and haven’t even approached a single Professor for a Project (Surprise, Surprise!). Always, the first ones to leave for home, this species truly epitomises the –“Koi nahin yaar...Chalta hai” attitude, come what may. Kurt Cobain & Co. are as alien to them as the aliens themselves (No surprise here!) and usually depend on the “AT waale” and the “Holy BC’s” for tutorials and assignments.To nobody’s astonishment, this species comprises the majority of the campus population and in more formal terms is the “sea of jobless ppl” referred to in the third description. However, they do take solace in the fact that they are experts at CS and NFS and that Bill Gates was a college-dropout. When prodded about their out-of-sync lifestyle, they often quote Oscar Wilde,who once famously said-“ The Mob Rules!”.
f) “The Girly Girls” species: Non-existent. (The peculiar non-existence of this particular species can be accounted for by the adjective “Girly”).
g)"The Non-Girly Girls" species: Conspicuous by its extremely small population and sheer looks (Yeah, SHEER LOOKS! Thats all what it takes to identify them), this species is a specialty of the IITs. However, due to some God-Only-Knows reasons, the numbers have slightly increased in the past one year and as of the present day their population is being measured in terms of ppm (parts per million of dudes) instead of ppb (parts per billion of dudes).
As is the case with all the lists,above list is also in no way exhaustive and suggestions for further refinement of the classification would be gratefully accepted and given due credit.
P.S:@”The AT wing waale”
I love you all.
P.P.S:@”The Holier-than-thou BC’s”
I love you too.
P.P.P.S:@"The Girly Girls" Species
I really miss you.
P.P.P.P.S:@"The Non-Girly Girls" Species
Who cares...
P.P.P.P.P.S:@all
Yeah, the Mob does rule!
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