rollin rollin rollin

Ive always heard about people speak in awe about "the NIT'S " and " the IIT'S" . The Priemera donna of education in india where students spend day in and day out trying to reach the frontiers of enginnering science and working to make this world a better place . I read in a recent article about the phenomena that people work all night out till the dawn breaks. The students who are going to take india to a new summit of technical perfection.

yeah i hear you. Enough with the crap.

For all those of you who have read five point someone ....they musta understood that iits dont actually work the way the project themselves to be.

anywayz this is a story about rec jaipur. something i went through last night .

well the author who wrote about students studying late at night made his inference frm the lights he saw in the room. dumbo , the guy musta slept and forgotten to put out the damn light. and as for some others ..it muste been a bad night full of movies or that the poor chom musta gotten up to take his trip to the loo.....so much for education and hard work.


6:00 pm dec 1 2005

im sitting in my dumb room reading my ped notes trying to make sense out of it. yeah PED is proceess equipment and design . well the name sounds gawky??? well its worse than that dude. it is the ulimate test of your mental powress . which atually means formulae you just cant by heart and theory u just cant digest. and so i go crazy and i start thinking about what i could have one instead of just being with the book. i could have had bakar wit a cup of tea at thadi ( the chai shop) or just taken my beloved yamaha for a spin. But that was not to be . i had to be there sitting with that book playing romeo to ped .

time was going like a tortoise. a slug rather . equations design procedures and crap sapped my sanity.

so i was going crazy trying to get a damn long formula in my head when a guy knocks at my door.

"its open "

no response to my call except for incessant knocking.

yeah some bugger .

i get up n open the door .

"poda patti"

yeah its my mallu friend freaking out.
first the exams n now this ....seeing him literally jumping about made me go crazy .


ok mech has a toughie tomorrow. never see guys behave like this otherwise. yeah im sane i decided .

7:00 pm dec 1 2005

back to PED. i get my ass to the chair when i hear noises frm the lawn.


" come here man , im all alone , fight me now man....why wait till tomorrow ? come you coward. ...im all here for you....you want me ....then take me....i cant take this.."

wow a fight i decided .....exam or no exam i could not miss this .


i went out expecting to see two groups and two guys raring to go .

well all there was on the lawn was a final year metallurgy guy ...half naked.....screaming at someone in the stars above .

wow.....flipped case ...i mean..its a mean day for everyone i guess.....


i turn back to see another mechanical dude....having his book in one hand and punchin it wit the other......

" fight man fight.......yeah i know it ....sigma squatre theta raised to 0.4......come on kutte...ill get ya.....fight......"

wow ....i must be hallucinating....

i return to the room



peace dawns again as i try cramming more stuff into my head ....yeah somewhere im screaming to myself....fight man fight"

8:00 pm

chang chang chanchangs......

"beti ......"

"dekho na is ne mera dil toda "

......what the ???

oh my god.....the gujju next door was watching a movie at full volume on his brand new speakers ....nice ones to hear rock...but i was just not in a mood.....

yeah i get up again and go to his room......."bhai...whassup man movie b4 the exam...???"

yeah man....not going to pass anyway ...so why bother studying...wanna join me....heard u guys have a bad one tomorrow?"

yeah ...but could you turn the vol down man....?

kya yaar....i mean dont you know hostel is about adjusting...cant believe u madrasis..


ok ...save the crap for later man ....

i slam his door and come out....

poor jon was on the lawn....

yeh hes my nepali friend....

i reach him and the smell of rum is obvious. Drunk the day before an exam.

yeah he was trying to make sense of his life from the black sky and the stars...

"pass nahin hoga to kya padna??"


wow another flipper


10:00 pm dec 1 2005

the night draws on with the design getting somewhere .....yeah i think i can get 10 out of 50 now....10 more to pass i tell myself....eyeah .....i didnt want to give up as yet....
hmmmm

aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhh


bachooooooooooooo

bhago bhago sale.....

last straw......i go out .....chinki guys playing police and robber....

christ ...this is a college......we're grown ups.....

no sir.....exams are weird.....

i come back and sit in the room and try to think about the weird things,......

wasted years....yeah thats my ringtone.....dads calling.....10 minutes of advice later ...i keep the phone down ....thinking about the last line...

hope youll top the class this time. son ...

.if only wishes were horses beggars would ride !!!!!!!!!!!

helll i cant pass and i need to hope to top the class.


wow...hands up in the ear i let out a scream..streching my vocals to the max......yeah i need a release...




knock knock..its the door....

its my neighbour from banaras....


"kya hain sale mallu ...pagal ho gaya hain kya...padh le......paagal pana mat kar .....

u mallus are all crazy man....."


yeah man...that the last straw....



hell with the exams and hell with the marks....ill lose my sanity......

thank you PED.......i shut the light out and embrace the forty winks...

well one things for sure ...at REC JAIPUR sanity in normal terms is insanity....

insanity and craziness are normal...


premier institute of higher education.....dont know if its for real...

so long

got an exam on monday too....lets see what happens...

SHADOWS OF EVOLUTION

Gene's are indeed all that determines a man's life- his character , personality , likes and dislikes. I never paid a thought to the fact that i am indeed a reflection of what traits my forefathers bore. In the mad race for individualism i rarely paid close attention to the fact that i never could actually achieve what i wanted because i could not run away from what i was and heck no i am not frustrated about it .Rather i stand in awe at God's manifestation of man .

Sometimes you just come down to yourself , sit down on that lonely bed in an abyss of a room where thoughts are easily met than words and emotional and mental trauma is lost in a torrent of philosophical idealogy. This a again where i find myself after a similar downpour of subdued feelings.

There are certain things you want to be and dont want to be. There was distinctly one thing i wanted to be - MYSELF. I tried to do everything i could. Yeah in my formative years i did ape every role model of mine but as i grew out of my early teenage and crossed 10th grade i could feel a distinct set of priciples ( or the lack of it :) ) grow strongly inside me. i felt a standard reaction for a standard event; a certain difference in opinion time and again. That was when i started to feel this surge of individualism. Yet that was then and this is now , 5 years later.

I was talking to a close friend when i was asked a question- how is it that you "shamelessly " walked with your worst enemy into the college canteen today. I was lost for an answer.I just allowed the question to pass. Lost for an answer i returned to my room perturbed with what people thought about me. Not that i didnt care but more because i really bothered a lot about this friend. Incidentally my enemity with this "friend" came up from a certain problem between them into which i was involved. Again not my fault but then i was'nt in good terms with him either. today i walked into the canteen hand in hand with him as the world watched in surprise.

My dad used to always tell me that the greatest talent in a man is to forgive and forget. A thought i detested primarily because i felt we were human and not of the godly type. I never realised that while i outwardly opposed the ideaology , deep inside i was already putting it into action.Unknowingly i sincerely forgave every sin with all of my heart. While my dad who practiced what he preached, and got the nickname of " buddha " , i walked scot free just because of my unconcious hypocricy. Today i plead guilty, a guilt thats more to be proud of than shameful. As i look back i see the best friends have been those i have forgiven. Travesing the principles and ethics by which i lived , i stand friendly to one and many. Though with a touch of arrogance, i do state this primarily because i forgave without realising that i was forgiving . It was too natural to knowingly do it .

Another fact was that i did a lot for my friends and rarely found myself refusing the most utopian of demands made of me. Putting my work aside i plunged in to help many a guy , quite a few of them who used me . Again i ridiculed my dad for helping people and getting cheated in the pursuit of social work. He never listened to me much but went on with the way he was. I never realised that it was not that he didnt want to change but that was who he was. A person who lived for others. Selfishly i do understand that i am indeed the greatest benefactor of this trait. TOday as i prepare to head home, i can already hear my moms advice ringing in my ear :- " dont allow yourself to be used; where there is money there are friends."

Again a reflection of my dad in me.

As i look deeper into my thoughts, my actions i see a greater influence embedded in me. Not that it was all by words but rather something that was in me from long back. My actions, my spendthriftness, my callousness, my love, my care all but a fraciton of what my dad had. Sometimes i look a couple of years back and see how i have changed and i think life has moulded me more into the person i wanted to be - MY DAD.

My moms anger , her intelligence, her reactions all have found a part in me . Yet my dads character seems to be more pronounced.

I used to look at myself and feel that i was a complete man. Noone ridiculed me and everyone wanted to be me. In this dreary desert i find my self a subject of ridule .

With everyday i find greater mistakes pointed put in me. afinegr pointing from all sides. Sometimes love and affection is tested by strong words of distrught and actions of contempt. Yet through all this i find my wounds assuaged by the fact that i have indeed become a lot like what i wanted to be. COntent at this thought yet discontent and sad at the way my affection is treated , i move on . For its in my genes to pursue , win and survive and to have to will not to succumb.

DAD MOM I LOVE YOU FOR MAKING ME WHO I AM ...WHETHER GOOD OR BAD.

GOD BLESS ENGINEERS

In a period of garralous times that i have endured ...when i even stopped blogging....there was a mail i could not resist. it was from a good friend called abhinandan t popularly known in out circles as the 't' man. it just showed me how proud i should be for that fact that in 6 months i can call myself a chemical engineer.

read on

Award Winning Joke

This particular joke won an award for the best joke in

a competition organized in Britain and this joke was sent by an

Indian......


A MBA and an Engineer go on a camping trip, set up


their tent, and fall asleep. Some hours later, the


Engineer wakes his MBA friend.


"Look up at the sky and tell me what you see

The MBA replies, "I see millions of stars."


The Engineer asks "What does that tell you?"


The MBA ponders for a minute:


"Astronomically speaking, it tells me that there are


millions of galaxies and potentially billions of


planets.


Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in Leo.


Time wise, it appears to be approximately a quarter


past three.


Theologically, it's evident the Lord is all-powerful


and we are small and insignificant.


Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful


day tomorrow.


What does it tell you?"


The Engineer friend is silent for a moment, and then


speaks.


"Practically...Someone has stolen our tent".

WEIRD ,WEIRDER…..WEIRDEST.

Emotions are one of the weirdest of all phenomena. Emotions of the femine gender being all the more profound and all the more bizarre. With myriad and surprising turns and forms, it but leaves a guy spell bound and speechless( many a time in frustration).A deep sense of belonging and a greater sense of possessiveness in a sense of negation often turns a guys screws loose often in the guise of a lack of understanding of these apocryphal feelings. In the modern Kali Yuga where women demand and achieve their equal stance with their male counterparts, it is but a guy’s aptomb in handling this that his chances of success in life stand.

This write up comes as a result of experiences, failures and the bizarre stupefying events that have been there in the chronology of events that have shaped my mortal life. I hope that there are of few females reading this because all I intend to get from this article is a few reasons.

As they always say dreams need people and people need dreams. It is these multicolored, multifarious dreams that take a man to the realms of reality. As they say,”behind every successful man there lies a woman”. Is that because women go behind successful men only or really because they are able to instill and foster that sense of creation into a man’s mind. Well that seems quite surprising because from what I have seen in many people’s lives in this 21st century, men often give up their dreams for their “someone special” rather than achieve it because of the woman. The case is vice versa too. Then why does one go in for such relationships where we are unable to handle these problems and are unable to take our lives one step closer to our dreams?

The worst problem with the female mind is the fickleness it associates itself with. It is so unstable that when a man tries to understand it and thinks that he has indeed made some progress, another surprising facet pops up to prove him wrong. Is it so difficult for a woman to actually define her needs? I’ve seen this so many times that a woman demands the guy to do something and he does just that and she gets cross at him for that. Yeah , it sounds too idiotic to be true. Yes sir, truth is always bizarre and bitter. Why so? Maybe even God doesn’t know.

This write up could go on and on defining and redefining the various problems men are put up with. However maybe it’s better to go one by one.

I have one answer to this. Men are practical and live down to earth. Women live in a romantic dreamland always attributing their “small” gargantuan expectations to BASIC DEMANDS. They ask for the moon and then say, “ I just expected that much. Be happy that I’m asking only for the moon, I didn’t ask for the sun now, did I?”
Now what do you say to that????

Chao .Enough for a day I guess.

MYTH OR REALITY : TRAVERSING INTO THE UNKNOWN

( This article is written Nrupal Das , a fouth year student of metallurgical engg at NIT , JAIPUR. Check out his budding author)

UFOs, the excitement and the mystery that surrounds it, is gigantic in dimensions.

UFOs-Unidentified Flying Object relates to any air borne object which by performances , aerodynamics characteristics or unusual features does not confirm to any presently known aircraft or missile type or which cannot be identified as a familiar object.

US President Jimmy Carter saw one and launched a $20 million inquiry to find out more about it ,Muhammad Ali saw one of the them, millions of responsible have reported UFOs and all have been astonished by strange craft performing inexplicable antics in the sky.

For decades ,people who claimed to have seen UFOs were dismissed as gullible buffoons, yet sightings continue to pour in .In spite of many attempted cover ups by numerous space agency of the world ,its clear by know that the UFOs exist and are perhaps manned by extraterrestrial creatures.

In September 1977, a lawsuit (PIL) was filed in an Arizonian (American) court against CIA with charges that it possessed thousands of documents about its involvement with UFOs and had actively conspired to keep them secret from the public by denying their existence .They won the case and the court directed CIA to make public 10,000 secret papers of which only 900 papers were made public and the rest kept secret sighting National Security. This is enough evidence to prove their existence

We don’t need to think of UFOs as a modern phenomenon , in fact

Scientists and astronomers have been logging inexplicable objects in the skies for centuries. Until man himself learned to fly ,he had no way of knowing what those objects might be .Today ,our own knowledge of space travel opens the way to new interpretations of the old sightings to find some new answers for the most baffling mysteries in the human history.

Millions of people have claimed to seen the flying saucers. A few believe they have had even closer encounters. There are people who suddenly realize they cannot account for a missing phase of their lives. Many relive the lost hours or the days under hypnosis and sensational stories emerge that are really out of this world. The persons have passed lie detector to prove the authenticity of their experience, modern scientific tests positively to prove that they are not bluffing.

Famous scientific authors Charles Berlitz and William Moore claimed that US has with itself many damaged parts of crashed alien spacecraft and perhaps bodies of aliens in secret custody .During 1960s there were wide spread rumour of many alien spacecraft crashing in many parts of the world.

US military chief prevented their pilots and even commercial pilots from speaking about the UFOs to the media, they were threatened with fines and imprisonment and were asked to depart immediately to their authorities on seeing any of the UFOs spacecraft .These were revealed by retired pilots .they were directed to shoot down any unidentified spacecraft where as government continued to deny their presence.

Persons claiming to have encountered UFOs sometimes suffer from radiation diseases and in a few occasions affected by such chemicals not yet known by mankind. A person vanishing from his home town and is found 5000 miles away in a few hours. How would you describe that? Fighter planes vanishing with no wreckage found anywhere , photographs of peculiarly looking flying objects .

Two scientists doing research on UFOs were found dead , perhaps they knew too much. Finally how would reason for the disappearance of $20 million communication satellite Sitcom 3 without any trace. Such powerful radars which can detect beep of cellphone in the moon couldn’t know where there satellite vanished .

Fisherman finding ultra pure magnesium in 1950s claiming to have interacted with the UFOs is equally baffling as the magnesium obtained could only be prepared as late as 1970s.

Some scientists are saying as the UFOs do not obey the general physical and aero dynamical laws they cannot exist and the reports are all hoax calls to hallucination . But they fail to realize that our grate grand father some decades ago were saying that if humans had to fly than God would have given them wings but as that is not the case therefore humans cannot fly. These scientists are also repeating the sequence and their future generation would see a different thing .

Do any of us have the answers to these queries ? The answer is a silent no and it would remain so ,until governments come forward and say the truth, about the mystery of the millennium.

NEW TEAM AT MIDLESS MUSINGS

hey guys

mindless musings finally stopped being a one guy effort and now has started to opoerate through a team of 2....its with great pride that i wish to announce that Nrupal Das has accepted my invitation to co author this blog..

with this partnership we hope to bring to you better articles n better fun.

SO stay tuned to mindless musings

ciao

Nithin
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BLODDY WARS OF THE EGO AND THE NET

At a time dating way back to 7 years before i still remember paying 60 bucks to browse for an hour . Seven years later i still sit in front of this dumb comp doling out crap to people.Hell yeah Ive been browsing for a while now and my one eye has gotten red and sore after these night out's on the net ( thanks to asianets nightbird connections)

So then ...there was this time when i first saw my sisters visiting card with a yahoo email address written on it.Within a coupla days, after spending 120 bucks and treating the cafe "chettan" to some pepsi , i finaly made my prescence felt on the net.Yeah dudes net was pretty expensive and irritatingly slow those days .I mean i used to browse in a god damn cafe with 6 comps connected on a 59 kbps modem of satyam online .The net was infact so stupifying that every 10 minutes i could hear the modem crackling like a hungry frog as it reconnected.For christs sake we used to pay for an hour while we remain connected only for about half that time.Thanks to net sonic though half the public who were ignorant came to know only a while later cause most common pages were uploaded from the cache.

Anyway , i finally had an email id!!!!
Then thanks to MS WORD ( you never said word in those days , Microsoft added some weird weightage to the name .Now though its like shit man )i created a visiting card which i proudly handed over to any friend of mine who needed my phone number .Man in sixth standard those days , i could easily make out how stupefied my friends were.

So i continued on the same run and then created web pages after i learnt HTML from a friend.MY sis placed her next challenge .Get you name on google!!!

So i musta made a million web pages which i submitted to google and i still couldnt get my name in google when i put the keywords as nithin ramachandran.Yeah it hurt my ego like hell.

Getting my name into google became an obsession .Finally after getting to college , the college site was listed in google and my name appeared finally in the search tag .I still wasn't satisfied cause it never paid off since it wasn't my effort .So i continued with the web pages and my blog and then finally i just put in the words one day and there it appeared as the first link on the page of listing

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FINALLY THE GREAT ONE GOT HIS NAME ONTO GOOGLE MARKING THE END OF MANY YEARS OF CONTINUED WARFARE WITH GOOGLE.

MAY THIS SOUL REST IN PEACE ON THE FULFILMENT OF YET ANOTHER PROMETHIAN TASK

CIAO

MIRAGES OF COLLEGE LIFE AT NIT JAIPUR

Every college in the world has a typical hangout that is ethnic and at the same time comfy enough to let every soul release his heartfelt emotions in that place.For all of us in rec jaipur it was a lonely chai (tea) shop in a small slum sort of a place inside the college.

Any guy in his senses or even otherwise would easily agree to the magnetic persona of this place.The beauty of thadi is often found on a winter night when its terribly foggy and as you walk down that road , the mist slowly clears up to the light of the kerosene lanterns with a huge crowd bantering to the tunes of the steaming tea."Thadi" forms the most coulourful side of every NIT Jaipurian's life. A typical farewell night finds final years in their drunken stupour screaming all sentimental crap and hours of even more crap on how they are going to miss thadi.As a first year student a coupla years back i used to wonder about the crap that they gave out.However , three years of my association with the magic of thadi finds me missing it even for a holiday that i spend at home.

Thadi has something in it that draws everyone to it. For christ's sake there aint no 5 star treatment at thadi...its all self service.Maybe it might be because the prices are phenominally low; well it aint low either. Thadi is merely a sandy area with a few stools propped up and a small tinshed where "Kesar" brews steaming hot tea and some omlettes.However the magic of thadi lies in its influence on all the students (of course im talking about the boys .Thadi is an area fiercely guarded from the girls.They would defile the spirit of thadi).Every party begins and ends in thadi; so does every weird idea for a trip.Every exam finishes with a chai and ciggi from thadi and every fight usually does begin at thadi.Its the myraid emotions on display in thadi at any given point of time that surprises evreyone.A kaleidiscope of the boys hostel , every rumour begins here, spreads and then is finally discussed and disposed off here.

Sometimes , one begins to wonder at the great sort of majestic beauty a place neednt have to attract one and all.What is it about thadi that attracts everyone. A friend in the heights of nirvana, once wrote baout thadi thus - "Thadi is where the mind and the soul meet , where sadness is heightened to happiness and happiness to ecstacy and every guy comes to thadi in search of this magic".Nobody could have said it better.Thadi is not a chai shop at college, its a religion and a way of life in itself.Any word uttered against thadi in the college and you could find the guys with the fiercest of faces ready to pounce on you.I mean lunacy for thadi is so high that a group got on stage on the annual day calling themselves " the creed of thadi regulars".Ahem! i was pat of that group.

Thadi is the mecca for faggers, jerusalem for boozers and the mount kailash for the stoners and for the lesser mortals , its the holiest place for the ambience. If you dont make a trip to thadi once a day in college , you ain't a cool dude.

LONG LIVE THE MAGIC OF THADI, THE SERENE, THE SUPREME , THE MYRAID.

THE ENIGMA OF THADI SHALL FOREVER REST IN THE HEARTS OF EVERY MNITIAN .

CHAO FOR TODAY

CURRENT MOOD: SORTA KINKY, CRAZY, AND BY JOE SURE IS OUTA THIS WORLD CURRENT MUSIC: DREAMTHEATRE - HOLLOW YEARS ;MAIDEN- COSMOS ESTAIS AMIGOS CURRENT PROBLEM: DAD'S INTERRUPTING MY TYPING WITH ADVICE ON THE BENIFITS OF EARLY SLEEP

MOTORCAR DIARIES

an ordeal an experiment where lifes smallest talents are the oughest to gain. Driving : manslaughter of the human heart"








When Henry ford built his “carriage without horses”, he probably would have never anticipated the number of heartaches it would be the cause of. Ladies and gentlemen, do not be mislead by the innocuous usage of words for this ain’t no story of how my heart ached when I bought a car for somebody but rather a story of how I learnt to drive.

I had barely passed my first year at college and even more than the anticipation of the results was my anticipation for March 6, 2003;the day I would officially be an adult and more importantly be eligible for an official license. So the day I got back home I adamantly announced that I needed to get my license. My dad had just recovered from getting a license for my mom which, trust me, was really a promethean task. Yet he couldn’t talk me out of it. It was a question of my prestige at college and I was in no mood to let it go by that easily. Every poor father tires out in putting some sense into his son, and my dad was no different. Finally with much persuasion he succumbed to my demands. Period.

True he had agreed to me ;but then after the gruelling experience that he had been given by my mother he decided to get me "educated " by a driving school. Thus the great ordeal began.


As a kid who played a lot of games on his blasted comp, I never expected to do too bad . So that morning , me and dad went to the driving school guy and enrolled.I had expected that driving school would be like our college labs where there was theory first and then a practical class.So after an agonising wait for about half an hour, the guy looked at me and asked"pokaam"(which means lets go). I was absolutely bewildered.I was wondering where he was taking me;maybe for a ride to explain all thats there in a car .WE reached near a Maruti 800 (which looked like an abandoned 1950 volkswagen beetle than a 1994 model that the rusted writing on the bonnet indicated) which quite obviously had suffered at the hands of many a bad student (like my mom i laughed to myself).

A few seconds later my laughter quickly subsided to horror as the teacher tossed the keys to me and asked me to get in the drivers seat . I thought he was trying to scare me or something but as I got in the car I felt better.It was just like in the video games ...only difference was that if i crashed a single R button restored me to the game ..while this was the real thing.

Well to cut the big thing short , and to my pride I could drive without the teacher yelling much in about a week. Five days into my classes, I realised that I was to share my one hour of driving with a girl. Just like Tupac said , I was "fresh outa jail california dreamin".The thought that I would be with a girl in the car made me feel happy.NIT Jaipur hadnt been very fair to me in the first year. Little did i know that my fragrant dream was one i would never forget ....maybe why im writing this three years down the lane.


So then finally a week and a half since I started my illustrious career as a driver, we finally stopped before a huge mansion and this gorgeous beauty came tumbling down the road(not literally, but thats the way she walked).As she came my instructor muttered that she had comeonce before and didnt get the license ."Enjoy the ride mone!!(enjoy the ride son!!)".

So she got into the car , the overpowering perfume clearly indicating her dad was a gulf dude .She looked back and smiled at me .
"Asha",she help her hands out.

"Yardley?" ,it slipped outa my tongue.

"excuse me? "

"oh I'm nithin, I was asking about the perfume".

"oh ....hee hee .....cute boy"

And so the ride started........a ride i would never forget.


-to be continued

CHASING THE WILD GOOSE:

Life is one of the weirdest puzzles, a journey through an unearthed minefield, where every step seems to lull one closer to death and the worst part is that you just can’t see it coming. Mindless musings tries to tread on this unknown path trespassing through unknown territory.

Why is that we live, trying to get everything out of life -money, power and fame?? Though we know that we are just having those 60-100 years of fame we tread on like hungry dogs living for the moment. It has been one of things that has troubled and amused me .Don’t be misled by my words, I assure you that I’m from no asylum and neither do I have to need for a rehab. Think about it .Isn’t it true?
For the faithful few who believe in God I’d like to ask one question. If there’s a God who cares then why does he let us die? Why does he leave us in this strange illusion of life? Empowering man with the cerebral powers, God tries to cripple him by granting him mortality. Life is nothing but a mere game of mortal combat where you fight and then die and become the mud and dust that you despise. Talk about self respect- You don’t have much of it even when you die. If you think that I’m talking about "Why live?" I’m also asking "Why die?"

From time immemorial, man has tried to get the secret portion for immortality. Time travel, in a way is another dream leading to a virtual immortality. Even today we talk about immortality at all levels. Paulo Coelho fans would surely remember "The Alchemist". Fools that we are, stupidly glorifying the power of man as the most intelligent creature to walk on the surface of the earth; we fail to realize one important fact. During one of my discussions I heard my friend say - "God made the universe and then made man to glorify his majestic creation". Though it sounded so illogical to me, I suddenly could make out logic in it. Hell to being an atheist for I ain’t one. I’m just behaving like a curious confused homo sapien.

To all readers I just want the answer to this question:-
Which is better living or dying?
If to live then why? To foolishly pursue a dream, achieve it and then die leaving it all behind?
If to die then why? To become the mere dust for others to trample on?

THE MAN BEHIND MINDLESS MUSINGS

COLLEGE BLUES II

Well it was this teacher named Ms la. She was a gorgeous lady and seemed to have a kind face. Well I’m always bad at judging people. So then she came to the board and in a perfectly no nonsence manner.One look at her attitude and I immediately settled down to the standards i expected from an NIT, a premier institute for higher learning.

THEN PANDEMONIUM STRUCK!!!! question time!!!

Well I did clear my entrance and my twelfth grade with respectable grades but two months of happy go lucky holidays had erased my hard disc all clean.

"You there in the lined shirt, yes you , whats KCL?" I missed by hairs breadth.It was the chinki next to me the weird name. "Maam when volatge is so and so and current is so and so and the cirsuit is in so and so the net current voltage blah blah". My mind was running on overdrive.Yeah I've heard it somewhere before but what the heck;It was all greek and latin to me. I tried to go low and dissapear behind the benches and the guy in front of me.

"God please , save me ". Like all opportunistic homo sapiens I remembered Him only in distress. Hell to all the ideals I preached on being an atheist.This was mayday for my ship in distress;Only a supernatural power could save me.Well I should have stuck to my ideals because the invevtable followed.

"You there,shorty". ("Heh Heh not me again " , I thought) "You there , Orange shirt .Cant you hear me calling you ?"

Sirens blared , alarms rang in hi-fi volume and my adrenalin was pumping so hard in to my body that I thought my chest would burst with my heartbeat. I looked at her as though i thought it was'nt me ."Cant you understand English? Hello Bhaissab , uthiye to .angrezi samaj nahin aata?" Well this was really greek and latin to me. Hindi wasnt my best sword to fight with."Oye chutku".Well i could understand that and it hurt my false male ego."Hell to her questions.I aint no shorty".I rose up to my full height , easily dwarfing her and scaring her with the bloodshot look in my devilish eyes.( Atleast i thought so; comeon guys no drama no fun and no manliness)

"Whats KCL? Whats Kirchoffs law?" Mental overdrive clouded my eyes and a force of maybe a hundred G's shortened my majestic height. I thought the ground was pulling me so hard that i would sink into the earth.

"Ka ka ka sa sa sa llll..........maam iiii caca can't remember maam"

"What , you dont even know KCL?"

"Madam i know but i just can't remember"

"Whats your name;where are you from?"

"Nithin Ramachandran, kerala"

"Madrasi? Get out of the class!!"

My ears never betrayed me .They always worked well.Maybe they just conked off because of the new climate- I consoled myself.

"What are you staring at ! Get out I say!!"

What ??.....Hello?? ....Is this college or what?? I mean one wrong answer ( well no answer rather) and youre out. C'mon man get real ;I was looking at her hopefully trying to keep my face as innocent as possible but to no avail.

It was her eyes which were bloodshot with anger now. I quietly lowered my eyes and picked my books as she got back to the podium to begin her lecture.Mr Longname Chinki next to me held my hand and nodded quietlly with a quiet smile on his lips. Well a guy mocking me added insult to injury. (Later I realised that it was actually a note of empathy and understanding).

As I got out of the class my sisters advice played like a streaming real audio on a slow intenet connection through my head."Nithin remeber one thing - rub a teacher in college on the wrong side and you arent going to get a degree in your lifetime".

Well I started out well on her advice.First day , first class and here I am , thrown out of the class. "Thanks sis those last words really helped heal my fresh wounds so well."No more ego was left in my system.My brain was behaving like a scratched disc on a player.Not knowing what to do i stood outside the hall ,Tears flowing freely down my cheeks.(HEY laugh guys ; had you been there you woulda cried too).

Suddenly there were a zillion prof's around me."Ragging hai kya beta .Uska naam bata do hum dekh lenge".

"Whaaaa?"

Hindi blah blah kept on going at lightning speed for around a zillion minutes.I was stripped out of my identity card and I quickly realised that they thought I was crying because I was a victim of ragging.

Hell to ragging dude. Im standing here in a frying pan and your putting me into the fire.
As realisation dawned, I looked up to a old prof who seemed to be kind enough and blurted out-"Saaar ragging nahin nahin.....class question teacher nahin bola .....bahar nikla diya "My hindi was horrible enough but I guess they were used to guys from the south ( some dumb madrasi for them).The message registered instantly.

"Kya ragging nahin hai kya .Then why did you waste our time.We have other classes and your crying here and wasting our time.Get lost!!"

Hello?? .....Not again!!!

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Well that was the way my first class in college took place .Two "Get Losts" and a serious loss of pride in under an hour .

"Kudos Nithin, Good start",I tell myself.

Thankfully there were a few better days than that.Yeah you've guessed right ! There were worse days !!

I know you want to hear about all that too.Maybe I'll save that for later.Got to hit my bed now

MINDLESS MUSINGS

hi everyone

welcome to mindless musings .

yeah as the name suggests it is a mindless endeavour indeed. a page where experiences bear colour through the thoughtful words, where the mind exercises least and the words speak more.
its not only the thoughts but the learning from he actions that are important.

this column tries to bring alive this fragant life .

so watch out for more at mindless mmusings

COLLEGE BLUES

College is about studies, isn’t it? Its about the fervour of a lifetime about the job your going to get, the percentage of a lifetime that’s going to take you to where you want to be in your professional life and so on. Yet isn’t there a more personal life associated with college life. Most of us in college would agree to this statement. Well here goes my experience at college.
The first day about college is always about the trepidation of treading into new territory, isn’t it. It wasn’t any different for me either. I was literally thrown 50 feet and awoken with a thud as i came to terms with the blooming city of Jaipur from the sleepiness I was used to in the palm fringed state of Kerala. I had my humble origins in Trivandrum, the capital of coastal Kerala. Jaipur was a new experience- totally different people, horrible (at least to me) food and of course an unforgiving weather.
Let me tell you first about the first class I had. I feel those Goosebumps arising as I feel every time I remember that day. It was a moderately sunny (moderate in desert climate standards) day with absolutely no clouds in the sky. As I walked to college I kept my eyes away from prying seniors and kept thinking about what I would do in the next four years. Promising myself that i would work harder than ever, I strode onward towards the eerie building. My first class was scheduled in the ADM block or the administrative block (I found it quite odd though that classes were held in the administrative building). The class was a cornucopia of eager faces; I could make out a few chinkis, a couple of dark tulus and many locals. Finding a seat next to a proper chinki, I set my books and my box (yeah! I did use a box, but it lasted only the first day) and sat staring at the board. I was wondering if the weirdo next to me knew any English at all and my knowledge of his “ chin chon choo “ was as much as I knew about life on the Andromeda galaxy. I looked him up again and getting tired of the silence i extended my hand-“ Nithin Ramachandran, Kerala” what about you? He closed his eyes and shook my hands with both his hands and said “ Khumyungbum yum Jao Singh “. I just stared at him with a blank expression on my face; a couple of minutes later I said, “ come again , what’s your name ?” Well he repeated the name around a hundred times and I managed to learn the first two words of his name. However our discussion was interrupted by a gorgeous young lady .



- to be continued