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     I had already given up on my cellphone by then. This little bit of new age techno wonder had left me frustrated as I tried in vain, leaving me wounded but a bit wiser... We aren't emancipated from computers, not yet. Those huge guys singing the Blackberry song will have to wait...
     If you havent understood just yet, the GPRS in my cellphone couldnt handle the massive amounts of data required to be upoaded and downloaded to create a blog... Poor fellow just passed out.
     So here I am, in the IPC, trying to rack my brains up to find that little and long forgotten department in my brain which was supposed to handle creativity and English and memory. Little 'cos it hasnt seen much activity in the past 2-3 years and long forgotten because of a phenomenon called JEE coaching.
     As a third year senior and English Press Club Ed Arnob Hazra sir puts it, Welcome to BITS, Pilani, the land of technocrats and Shikanji addicts(And no mom, Shikanji is a cool drink, nothing more), where brains are dumbed down in the running from and to the LTC, the faculty departments, the ATM(which is usually empty), the messes(where food is okay) and occasionally, the bhawans (And I shudder to think what's going on in the IITs, 'cos Bits ranks first in 'Overall personality Development', whatever thats supposed to mean... Still, nothing to beat MoodI and Saarang...)
     Well, what keeps me going in this place? The Dept of Photography(DoPy) is a nice place to hang out at.. Take the steam out while we listen to music(Good Music) and do some work, and the Raag room, where the pot jamming sessions take place. It's not a lot cooler than its sounds 'cos hey, you dont find many ghatamists who have also managed to flunk the JEE, pull their socks up for BITSAT and have a father in NITT, so that they cant go there... GOD, I'm unique!
      Time is 5:15pm now and i get  the familiar "Pplo..." message from poker.
Oasis starts from tomorrow...
Insomnia.