Back after a hiatus!
Well, Im not in the IPC right now. The semester ended on the 14th of December, reaching(and ending) a crescendo of end sem preparations, as I lived in the library and struggled to convert whatever mid-sem 'D's and 'E's to justifiable 'C's and respectable 'B's.. I just might manage a B in thermodynamics, in fact... Whoa!
What a semester it has been! An overwhelming experience, joining college, learning freedom, right from registering to making your timetable and having a room for yourself(The latter might have figured in my poor grades, but take lite...), 'interacting' with seniors, BITSian bdays, DoPy, Raag, ARBITS... Awesome...
Cant speak the same for my acads though... I realized yesterday that I'm the only six pointer among my 12th grade classmates, who are 8 and above... Kinda sickening... Blame it on my college, where an average is given a 6 instead of a 7 or an 8...Will study like hell next sem, damn...
I also want to make an interesting point on my blue blooded insti's blue blooded character. The temperature touched a non thermodynamic zero two weeks back in Pilani and the next day I see some profs still wearing their immaculate starched shirts and t-shirts and jeans, nothing more, nothing less! This is the limit of institutionalization! Just because you live in a place that has a temperature range of 55K doesn't mean your blood stops regulating body temperature... You can't be that cold! (Anymore sentences with implicit meanings or metaphors and I just might be thrown out...)
The train journey home was as beautiful as ever. I would live in a train, given the chance. My favorite sophomore Venkatramanan's status describes it nicely, "the steady clickety-clack of steel wheels on polished rails...", ah, music to the ears... I love the way tracks 'merge' and divide as though they were composed of silk threads... The way, the world's largest institution seamlessly functions as a unit, right from laying the concrete slabs to the fish plates to the catering...Did you know that the Indian railways also caters to the Parliament? No wonder our babus are so bloated up... Till now I thought it was the moneybags.. Also makes you wonder about the people who sit on the railway tracks or the A-holes who blow them up in protest for some mundane cause... Anyone for running trains over them?
Cant speak the same for my acads though... I realized yesterday that I'm the only six pointer among my 12th grade classmates, who are 8 and above... Kinda sickening... Blame it on my college, where an average is given a 6 instead of a 7 or an 8...Will study like hell next sem, damn...
I also want to make an interesting point on my blue blooded insti's blue blooded character. The temperature touched a non thermodynamic zero two weeks back in Pilani and the next day I see some profs still wearing their immaculate starched shirts and t-shirts and jeans, nothing more, nothing less! This is the limit of institutionalization! Just because you live in a place that has a temperature range of 55K doesn't mean your blood stops regulating body temperature... You can't be that cold! (Anymore sentences with implicit meanings or metaphors and I just might be thrown out...)
The train journey home was as beautiful as ever. I would live in a train, given the chance. My favorite sophomore Venkatramanan's status describes it nicely, "the steady clickety-clack of steel wheels on polished rails...", ah, music to the ears... I love the way tracks 'merge' and divide as though they were composed of silk threads... The way, the world's largest institution seamlessly functions as a unit, right from laying the concrete slabs to the fish plates to the catering...Did you know that the Indian railways also caters to the Parliament? No wonder our babus are so bloated up... Till now I thought it was the moneybags.. Also makes you wonder about the people who sit on the railway tracks or the A-holes who blow them up in protest for some mundane cause... Anyone for running trains over them?
Heavy stuff apart, me and my friends went to Barbecue Nation yesterday and ate the waiter's(Yes, the waiter's) heart out, so much so that the poor devil begged us to try the main course also instead of sticking just to the starters... I don't think I'm gonna be eating out for weeks... Amazing food.. We all felt guilty and also generously tipped them too...
In my college, A person's cool quotient(supposedly) increases greatly if he or she has exotic tastes in books, movies and music.
Tanmoy: Hey, have you heard of Eluveitie?
Me: Nope, what is it?
Tanmoy: They are a band from Europe..
Me: Genre?
Tanmoy: Folk, Celtic metal...
(Hmm.. Celtic refers to the six Celtic nations of Brittany (Breizh), Cornwall (Kernow), Ireland (Éire), the Isle of Man (Mannin), Scotland (Alba), and Wales (Cymru). Yep, thank you Wiki...)
Me: Nice, how are they?
There you go... Tanmoy is a nice friend of mine, but sometimes, I can't even recognize the author or the director of some of the books or movies he mentions. Well, he isn't in Matrix(The book and movie review club) for no reason... Keeping up with the peer pressure, I decided to read Ken Follett's "Fall of Giants". The book is going good, about World War I or something...
Anyway, I have to deliver a mridangam to a senior in Cathedral road, about 6.5km of bad roads, traffic snarls and teeth munching away from my house...
Will keep the reader posted...
PS: Eluveitie is from Switzerland. Love you Wiki..
In my college, A person's cool quotient(supposedly) increases greatly if he or she has exotic tastes in books, movies and music.
Tanmoy: Hey, have you heard of Eluveitie?
Me: Nope, what is it?
Tanmoy: They are a band from Europe..
Me: Genre?
Tanmoy: Folk, Celtic metal...
(Hmm.. Celtic refers to the six Celtic nations of Brittany (Breizh), Cornwall (Kernow), Ireland (Éire), the Isle of Man (Mannin), Scotland (Alba), and Wales (Cymru). Yep, thank you Wiki...)
Me: Nice, how are they?
Tanmoy: Awesome shit, yo... I listened to them two days back and I didn't sleep yesterday 'cos I was high on them...
Me: Nice, will try listening to them...There you go... Tanmoy is a nice friend of mine, but sometimes, I can't even recognize the author or the director of some of the books or movies he mentions. Well, he isn't in Matrix(The book and movie review club) for no reason... Keeping up with the peer pressure, I decided to read Ken Follett's "Fall of Giants". The book is going good, about World War I or something...
Anyway, I have to deliver a mridangam to a senior in Cathedral road, about 6.5km of bad roads, traffic snarls and teeth munching away from my house...
Will keep the reader posted...
PS: Eluveitie is from Switzerland. Love you Wiki..
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