The place where time stands still !

A new begining! (quite a depressing one!)

2007-12-05T03:51:00.000+09:00

I am thinking of resuming blogging. I haven't got a slightest hunch about the source of motivation (if any) that lies behind this whole buisness. Maybe I am too ashamed of the way I used to write. Maybe I want to prove the world (Yawns!) that now, I can write. I might not be the best, but I certainly ain't the worst. :P
It has been quite a few years. I haven't blogged for years if not months. A hell lot of water has flown under the bridge meanwhile. I am no longer the cheerful, ' World is a nice place to be a part of'- kind of a person' anymore. My capacity for certain things has shot up like anything. My appetite for certain things has weaned so much that I can't identify with my own self.
They say that you keep passing through all sorts of weirdass phases in your life. But why would someone call something a change of phase when actually, it is like a torn fabric with patchwork on it. So much of it that one can't recognize the original colour. Dad and a lotta other people say, all of this is happening because you have way too much time at your disposal. I don't necessarily disagree with all of that. But coming to think of it, this amazing gift of time I have rewarded myself with, is meant exactly for taking a break. For Doing things I had always wanted to do. To enjoy life without any inhibitions. I can't seem to percept that happening. My passions have turned themselves into a feeble interest sort of thing. All I keep doing, is something that I have no control over, force myself to get trapped in my own thought-trap and enjoy being a masochist for the moment. Thinking about depressing things has become a warm, cozy solace for me.
I know that, this particularly bad written post, which displays the (in)abilities of the writer in ample amount, stinks of whining. I guess I am no longer the person I used to be. Like the sick girl in the O Henry's 'the last leaf', I am watching the psychedelic page turn as this year passes by. (No! I am not planning on dying as the year ends! :P) But I have the same earnestness in my eyes. I am looking for the old painter dude. Hoping that I will find him soon enough.
Cheerio folks!

A Lost post a.k.a saga of the onida man!!

2005-08-12T02:55:00.000+09:00

Hullo Chums !
Sorry for being underground for quite a while. Oh yes,I was being searched vehemently by the entire Ma.Po (read big bellied farts ) for a crime I never did.
Well, If you insist I'll tell the true(!) story.Actually I was holydaying in switzerland(did I get it correct ?) with Angelina Jolie and riding around in a Brabus branded Maybach62.I also performed in a gig with metallica at "the reastaurant at the end of galaxy " and discussing about the current global scenario with a Martian .(Lots of winks .So many that the writer goes blind with one eye!!)
If you are actually interested about my absense around ,read Varun's latest post (crap if you ask me).After the long (3days) holiday in Matheran I've returned Pune once again ready to inhale the "pure(or POOR!)" air in Pune and for living to wait for the next holiday.Actually just a day after I came back I went to Water Kingdom which by the way is the worst place you can think of if you are a naturist(or whatever it's called!). The dock from where the ferry leaves off for Esselworld and WK is the epitome of being unclean, grimy, soiled, begrimed,
muddied, grubby, filthy, foul,
besmeared, messy, unwashed, untidy,
smudgy, befouled, sullied, tarnished,
polluted, unsterile.
Oh God ,please forgive thy children for being so unashamably selfish and outnumbering and also competing about the living environment with pigs.
Man has truly progessed very far and he feels guilty about one thing that is he still can't make phenomenoly more mess than a pig .In hindu mythology, Lord Vishnu once took "Varahavatar"(varah means our good ol' mammalian friend with uncanny ability to digest anything) maybe we unknowingly think that we can outbetter god atleast in this field.(zzzzz........)
I request all my readers ,please don't litter garbage around because it's a crime against mother nature and if she files a lawsuit against us it'll be impossible for us to settle the argument inside or out of the court of the creator paying anything because all we own is her humble gift only.
If you ask me you like the seas or the mountains or the forests I really think that I can't say anything for sure .Each of them have their own beauty oozing from every bit of them.If you ask me which one of these calms you or which one scares the hell out of you,again I would only say one thing for sure that the only thing worth fearing for the want of your life,your identity,anything with "I","me","mine" is another human being. Because we are so tiny ,so humble ,so underpowered compared with the elements that it's really not our call to call.As for the animals ,I have certain reservations about some of the animals and their attitude towards me.Maybe I'll tell about that some other time.
Well, I don't know whether you have heard about it or not but a vicious creature(!) called "Onida MAN" is prancing around pune and trying to scare people to death by his onidian antiques .All the readers please beware of this creature for he is very cunning and has a weird sense of humour and gets sadistic kicks from killing people by no ordinary means.
A complete feature on him is expected very soon on this blog all of you and your friends must brief themselves about this minion of the satan(a possible illuminatus!).So hit back soon for the complete story......

AAh ......... somebody...aah ..save me...oh god .....ah....Onida man has attacked me ...........aargh...somebody dial 100........oh please Onida man spare me......ah I can't stand the torture that mf**in bastard oooooh ............
Goodbye cruel world,I'm leaving you today.Goodbye,Goodbye,Goodbye.Goodbye, all you people, There's nothing you can sayTo make me change my mind.Goodbye.
HA HA HA (wicked laugh)
I am Onida Man!
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he 'live or dead?
(Has he / Icy) thoughts with in his head?
We'll just pass him there,
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
in the great magnetic field
When he traveled time
for the future of mankind
Nobody wants him;
He just stares at the world,
Planning his vengeance
that he will soon unfurl
Now the time is here
for Onida Man to spread fear,
Vengeance from the grave
kills the people he once saved
Nobody wants him;
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
now he has his revenge
Heavy boots of lead
drills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can,
Onida Man lives again
All ye foools who never belivd him(blogger) hell awaits for ye all..
Becuse The Onida Man is back and this time he is even more deathly..
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
(PS :-Sorry for all the lingistik mistaks ,me pa and me mama never sent me to a school !)

The Sound of Silence

2005-07-26T02:49:00.000+09:00

Dhak dhak dhak dhak…
The only sound you hear when you’re alone. By alone, I mean totally separated from the world, surroundings. All the things tat can produce any sort of audible vibrations are muted for you. You go deaf towards all the sounds. You don’t hear people talking, neither the automobiles can break your state of mind. So calm, so numb so soothing! Even the elements refuse to make their presence felt. Your body and mind achieve a sense of tranquility very fulfilling, awing. You only fell your own presence nothing else. Some more time and you can sense the gush of blood through your veins washing the walls off the exhale. Every breath you take seems to filter your material presence.
The mind usually so vulnerable, so agile starts responding to the wink changes around you.
Now you feel what the great Maharishis and Yogis pronounce as “Moksh”. A legend says Swami Vivekananda used to experience a glowing flame on his forehead between the eyebrows every night before sleeping.
All the sounds have their typical effect on us due to their characteristic pattern. Some of them irritate us while some soothe us, some ignite us, some depress us while some of them scare us. Imagine a horror movie without any sound! However grotesque, scary, gory, a film without sounds would be like a body without soul and obviously be voted the best comic movie of the year! Swap the scores of F & F and Braveheart and what you get is a sinful combination of craps and ridicule.
One should really appreciate the gift of hearing from the Gods. Close your eyes. You still feel very much alive with all the sounds making the presence of the material world felt. Walk into a sound proof studio alone (or purchase Bose’s ambient noise canceling headphones ;) ) and you feel lost, lost in the flow of time, feeling nothing but helpless and vulnerable.
Now having written all these things, I don’t know where to stop so I guess I should stop now. CIAO!

Biking blues

2005-07-09T03:05:00.000+09:00

Whoa mateys! Long time no see.Well,as my earlier post (long ago in time but what does it matter to when, time here stands still ;)) said about the funeral of my PC ,I am very proud and happy to declare it as a revenant.So I'll be posting stuff again ,(ir)regularly.Watch this space for further information.

There's another huge news.My proposal was accepted and I am too proud and gay (the original meaning I was referring to ,of course!)to tell you that "finally"(all my friends will agree on that), I could lay my hands on a mean and macho machine "Avenger" (I dunno who am I goin to avenge and what for ! ),originally named "Eliminator".After the unfortunate incident in 12std when I rammed a friend's(!) bike into a shitty lil bike and dragged on and about the road for almost 30-40 feet ,chances of me getting a bike of my own were thinner than Joey topping SAT.But ,Yo! clink the glasses ,I couldn't have asked for more.

Here's something you might find interesting about bikes in indian market.If you want to contribute more to it or want to suggest some alternatives ,you're most welcome,folks.

Pulsar 180 : Born to be brashed.
Pulsar 150 : Big bro is watchin.
Fazer : Where's that bastard Dino who stepped on my nose?
CBZ (old): Turning heads 150 degrees.
CBZ(new): A gymnast in a Clown's clothes.
Eliminator : Look into my eyes and say 'I don't want a ride.'
Avenger : Differing by a spark.
RE Bullet electra : Nothing electrifying!
RE Bullet Machismo : Macho with an is!
Enfield Bullet : Amplified Heartbeats....
Thunderbird : Not so thundrous!
Enticer or YBX : The "DEAD" spirit of yamaha.
RX series : Gods of small things.
Karizma : Rich boy's toy.
Bullet Lightning 535 : Iron steed out of mordor.
Java and Yezdi : Try kickin' me ;)
RD350 : I don't ride fast ,I just fly low.
Ambition : A begger with a crown.
Unicorn : A legend did't come true!
Eterno : A preggo duck!

My first love

2005-07-01T04:20:00.000+09:00

And there she was clad in a blue, kinda revealing dress .
As for me I was trying to control the rush as much I could.It was a rainy day , which only further added ethanol (!)to fire.I could see her smooth ,bright skin glowing ,rather radiating.
I stood there mesmerised ,feeling so small and helpless.
Her eyes were shiny and almost saying "look into my eyes and say that ,you don't want to touch me."
In this romantic scenario,I stood there dumbstruck,awestruck and lost wondering whether I should may be talk to her or my be ask to come for a ride(literally!).
I couldn't gather any guts to ask her out and to tell her that she was the most beau thing (of its kind)I have ever laid my eyes upon.
But today R.H.R.N , I take a vow to propose to her before tomorrow evenig or I will kill myself ,oh sorry! I'll kill somebody else.
O my god,o holy thou ,please listen to my outcry and send me a kg full of courage (that would be suffice,I guess!)
by speed post . No,private courier only ,I'll pay! ASAP.
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This part of post is only for people with their faiths lying towards satan.
O dark lord, O king of hell,send me two able bodied guys with AK s and that will be all!.We'll settle our accounts,next time I drop by there.

2005-06-24T04:31:00.000+09:00

Really sorry people ,
I had created the post in wordpad in the evening and now my stupid dumbfuck PC is off its rocker so can't post anything today..

Musical journey

2005-06-12T04:38:00.000+09:00

Music has been quite an integral part of my life (in the matters of listening only! Due to my not pursuing learning to play any instrument music has lost a super duper rock star ! )since I entered teenage,and I progressed from crap new wave hindi music to indipop ,then to western pop
britney and other suckers to mild soft rock like Bryan Adams and stuff.I won't go into details of that as I still can't forgive meself entirely about liking (sorry! digging ) that crap .
Bryan Adams ruled my playlist for quite a long time then came Santana and "just like the ocean under the moon " it swept me away in its R&B influenced heavy beat ,blazing guitar solos.I still remember the feeling of the smug mood "smooth " used to give.Then I toyed with Roxette ,def lepard and out of context the OST of MI-2.Well ,as for the MI-2 OST I bought the cassette thrice .Once a friend broke it ,next time another friend stole it and third time I stole a cassette from a friend.Recently I bought the CD of the compilation but though now I feel I wasted money ,I do occasionally wake my neighbours up by putting it on(louder the better!! ;)).
One day I found some The Beatles songs in a mp3 CD and was totally hooked up on "I wanna be your man" and "And I love her".My stupid (and stubborn!)friends said I was sick and stuck in sixties and hippiedom.(perhaps some might like to explain what happened after that!!)
Aditya and I went to a rock concert for the first time in our lives and still couldn't believe our luck that it was "Agni " the veteran pune band and enjoyed it like nothing (for free!!).He already knew some of the songs they played but I only knew that this was "the" music that has an ability of kicking some ass.
Then I started listening to "Metallica" and found a really nice website reviewing the rock bands by a chap George Starostin and started exploring the other high rated bands by him.Actually I had already watched "Turn the page " on the TV but had only watched it for ....well the video was quite outrageous for my maturity level."Wherever I may roam " is the ultimate rock anthem ever made and I first heared it in Apache "bose speakers".Somedays later I also started listening Nirvana a bit and stopped it after going through Curt's stupid suicide note .After listening to "Sabracadabra" I thought why not check out the "Black Sabbath",and really went mad over "Paranoid".I started liking "Black Sabbath "and "Warpigs" after quite a long time which I regret a lot but Ozzy's "bat chewing " personality and sickeningly high pitched voice were the main hurdles.Instead the cover album which was a tribute to BS seemed a good compromise then.Other heavy metal bands like Deep Purple,AC_DC and G'n'R are absolute kickass.
"Pink Floyd" was a major headstart in putting new methods rather breaking all the rules and methods and I loved "shine " and other popular Floyd stuff and would like to confess that I'm still in that place only."Led Zeppelin","The Doors" and all the pyschedelia stuff has been a constant companion for the drinky doos.The Who 's "Wont' get fooled again " is the greatest rock song ever(in my opinion !).Just scream with Roger and watch "Kids are all right" to see Moon the loon 's inhuman drumming."Behind blue eyes " still sends a shiver over my body.(if somebody's gonna kill Fred Durst for f**kin up with the song I'll help!)
"Aqualung","Bouree" introduced me to Jethro Tull and the man with the flute and fantacy of imagining himself lame by one leg."Thick as a brick " comes out as a motley of songs with a texture more complicated than a sandstone but with the smoothness of a marble.
I also find old hindi film music very "classic " and it really makes my day when I listen to Kishore's voice on radio (which happens rarely as they are busy playin shit dripping ads and Dhoom esque stuff )while on my way to college in the bus.(if somebody's plannig to blast the 93.9 station I 'm with ya ,buddy)
Finally U2 which I've liked for years for simplicity and the feel of the U2esque music with smooth bass notes and nice rythm.
All these years music has been a real good companion in highs and lows,exams and parties,while boozing and driving(fagging would have been more apt but never liked it) and a real nuisance to all living creatures in my neighbourhood.I hope this musical journey called life (Okay okay no more poetic shit) has less crackles and distortions and more riffs and crescendos.
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Due to the increasing traffic and popularity of my blog I wo't be able to post anything for next 2-3 days.Potential readers don't get disappointed yours truly will be back soon.

Paperback Rider !

2005-06-11T06:04:00.000+09:00

Quite an unusual thingy happened today.I was going to BCL and was late for the appointment with BD (that sillysod arrived 45 mins late!) there.
Well speaking of punctuality,I respect people who are punctual and try to be so atleast when dealing with them(I said "try" ;)) but somehow I run out of petrol or I can't find a pair of socks or stupid mama's catch me for nothing or I find myself unable to "do it ASAP".A friend of ours who used to be punctual for most of the times but after one or two incidents when we couldn't reach on time began to think that he is betraying us by not returning the favour.
One day he decides that instead of coming or coming late 'why not come at all' .I really couldn't digest that I was waiting for them like a drop of molten icecream waiting to fall on your new shirt and these fellas leaving me there alone on a sunday afternoon which was by the way only off day we had got after two weeks of continous college(you don't wanna know which !).Now you only tell me which is worse.
And now he thinks that he really ought to work upon his policy of "if my friends are diving in a ditch full of shit so should I" thus losing complete respect we had for him for his punctual behaviour.
Oh !I'm so sorry about the diversion ,I was saying ,today I while on my way to BCL was waiting at a traffic signal near PU(lots of them in pune! or poona as some call it! ;) ). A kid with a bunch of Mid day came to me and pleaded for purchasing one of those.I tried to buzz him off saying I didn't understand english and so wasn't interested.But this kid wouldn't go.When signal was about to go he asked me to drop in the next signal ,I agreed.He called one more friend of his and made him sit behind himself.When I told them that I can carry only one of them as traffic policeman (mama's/crows) was standing in the chowk.So this kid says that "Don't worry uncle(uncle ? SOB), all the policemen know us very well ,you just drive."
Of course ,I didn't know what to do but listening to his confident notion I did so.And really these guys shouted greetings to the policeman and he just smiled and overlooked us.(we made quite a sight for the public ,me sitting on the edge of the seat and bunch of paper bundles as my props for the circus I was conducting !)
After that one of them asks me ,"Are you related to Sanju baba? you look similar ". Hey , now should I take this as a compliment or should cry over my dressing and (non)grooming sense or lack of it !
They also said that if a cop catches you ,get back to us ,we can definitely help you.(Now I have a reliable as per he said contact in RTO !)
Apparently these parentless kids didn't go to school at all and made their income from selling newspapers on the roads ,begging ,washing cars and so.When I asked them about all this they looked quite hurt about it and I didn't push the subject forward.
Some days ago people were talking about how cruel we are to animals and stuff ,and how dogs shouldn't be killed as they are being killed and so .(no offence meant towards canine or feline family members) Some people I have seen who treat their dogs and cats better than their servant boys(of course illegaly kept) and would like to show my unexceptionally large butt and fart in their general direction.The future of this country is dependant on these fellas and instead of being moulded into a good citizen they are moulding glass bangles in glass factories ,stuffing gunpowder in crackers at sivkashi and on the other side people from our world (sorry for being rude and self derogatory to a cynical extent) throwing tons of food away because we don't like it or we are suffering from a mental disorder which disables us from deciding how much we need to fulfill our tummy even though which is an activity we have been indulging in from our respective dates of birth.
I would like to plead before you guys ,please when the next time you find yourselves behaving like nuts ,shove your "my money my choice" attitude up an ass's arse and just for a moment think rationally 'bout what you are doing.
And do feel free to honestly comment anything on my writing and what a crackpot I am .(that might be the subject that could win you a Nobel for detailed research on it ;).

Of whiskey priest and all!

2005-06-10T04:30:00.000+09:00

Just the other day I was watching the Yes Minister series and I realised that I have much in common with Jim Hacker (though I'm not a Minister !!) in the matters of moral conscious.In one situation,Jim is informed with a sensetive news about illegal trade of weapons from a secret source in military ,and is prevented by Humphrey from passing the news to PM because it might reveal some facts which might threaten the government itself.He really gets depressed as he can't fullfill his duty (Usually which is of just being a good beurocrat!) and is labelled by his wife as a "Whiskey priest" for his desperation.
When you see disturbing things in society happening ,many a times it's not in your hands to do anything but sit and shit.It's not like you don't want to ,but you simply don't want to get your ass fired for something you haven't done.Some will call it being politically correct, but it's the sign of the Moral vacuum inside us.( Ha ha
Guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up)
I don't have any right to discuss about morality and stuff as I have said earlier somewhere because really I don't quite care about it.Of course ,I won't blame my upbringing for that because such ideas about society and your duties is a late teenage phenomenon when you are totally independent(you should be!) about what you like ,what you care about ,what you think and what you don't.
People are always seen contradicting themselves in these matters.Take a look at Nehru family (no offence meant towards readers with same surname!).All of the Nehru family right from Motilal were foreign graduates ,always been great friends with ruling Brits ,never had to worry about tomorrow, freedom movement for them was a publicity stunt because they knew even before independance that they will be ruling india as Gandhiji's support was with them.Gandhiji was a true '"Bania" (buisnessman) and always did everything after a good thought and knew that Nehru is the only man with enough charisma and brit favour to carry off the post he had been given.
This might have been a reason behind his lack of faith in the way of "Stone shower as an answer to a brick ".He or his colleagues lacked the spirit of a figher but a rational mind and a silly faith in Churchill and other twits.
I will confess that even after writing this I really respect Gandhiji and Nehru's too.It's just that their way was too human ,too non gamourous ,too mild for my taste.
Wish I was born then to support the left wing people!
Well , exams are finally over and I am again able to listen to the voices in my head(After listening 'warpigs' on full volume on my music system it's ringing !).By the way if anybody is planning a trip to sinhagad ,the ghat is closed ,all ye lazy suckers you 'll have to climb up there.

2005-05-24T04:02:00.000+09:00

Due to the "overwhelming"response to the story "stuck in a car. . ." here is the aftermath of the story you read in the last post.
Two days after that C's dad and mom told him about some brats who somehow used to open their car's door and do some mischief inside the car.He exclaimed "What? How do you know?".Then dad told him that he noticed everyday that the driving seat was moved from the position ,then rearview mirror was disoriented .One day the "brats" had left the door open,too.
He also had planned to visit the car one of days but couldn't because of the busy shedule in the seminar.
Hearing this C really regretted that he didn't posses any supernatural powers using which he would had disappeared from that place instantly and flushed himself in a toilet.
Just think what would have happened if C's parents had actually minded catching the "brats" they were referring to ! or that friend had crashed the car somewhere ? Or C had been caught by a traffic mama? Even worse what if he had crashed into something or someone?

Really, Kids may be all right ,But teens are certainly not !!

Nodoby wants to guess?

2005-05-23T03:54:00.000+09:00

Well ,It seems like nobody wants to guess .O come on people! show some innovation!

Stuck in a car you can't get out of!

2005-05-22T04:24:00.000+09:00

All the people who have done something like this it at least once will find todays post reaally amusing.

Disclaimer:If the following story or its characters have any resemblance with any living or dying or dead persons it should be considered a coincidenso.And also it's not advisable to try this at home.

There was a boy say "C" in XII std. He was really a nut about riding bikes and cars though he wasn't even 16.He had asked his dad for the car ride millions of times ,never succseeded though.One day came a golden opportunity for him to fulfill his wish.His parents had joined some course and the car was going to parked at a place near a ground everyday between 5 to 8-30pm. Now our h(z)ero(ya ! whatever !) comes up with a brilliant plan to learn to drive and so calls his other friend say "R" who is already par such mere worries of asking for car keys and stuff and asks him to teach him how to drive.He says ok ,and tells him that he will come at 6 o'clock at that place and then they can go driving.
Day1 : The day finally dawns and C goes to that place in evening and watches his parents lock the car and go away for the course.Now as for the car keys he already had smugguled the spare key out .He tries to wait for the friend to come but he is so despo that he decides to atleast crank the ignition on the place itself .After that he thinks 'I've watched dad drive very closely so many times and I feel like I can do it'.So he moves the car a bit in the reverse gear and comes out of the parking slot.Just then he realizes that his dad has a really sharp memory and can always tell if the car wasn't in the position he had parked in (another prev experiance if C)thus he marks the treads of tires just as they were and puts big stones and bricks over the place where car was parked.Now feeling smug at his unexeptional outburst of quick thinking he drives around in the nearby campus till his friend arrives.R sees C driving and falls short of words to say anything to him and they go driving out on the roads (Both of them were under 18 !)and come back at 8 o'clock and park the car just exactly it was parked before.
Day2 :Having enjoyed driving very much Mr.C with silly confidence goes on FC road to pick up R and eventually some of his madcap friends also.One of them is rather smart and asks C for the car keys and says he 'll show him the real driving .First reluctant C eventually agrees with him and gives him the control over steering and sits in backsit.This friend of R's turns out a complete maniac and drives the car like he's doing a whore and almost yes almost kills C with fright.Swearing that he'll never let him touch any of his (C's) belongings (or borrowings !) he parks the car where it was.
Day3 :This day was the last day of the seminar and thus C (yeh he still had the nuts to take the car out!) follows everydays course and goes on a drive with R and M(another common friend!).But the destiny had something else in mind. Today C forgets to mark the treads and put the stones on the parked space. After quite a while of driving our friends return to the parking at 8-15pm (last day of the trilogy of fun evenings so they came lil' late ) only to find an another car parked over the exact place their car was supposed to be. All three of them felt like

1) Killing the owner of that car
2)Doing some stuff to his car
3)wishing they were never born
4).................well WHAT TO DO?
They were already falling short of time as C's parent were supposed to come back at 8-30pm.So they parked the car very near that other car and crossing their fingers ,toes everything quickly left (leaving R's bag on the back sit).Fortunately C's dad didn't realize that car wasn't in the same parking slot but the next one.And C could sneak out the bag the next day without knowledge of his dad.

Well if you think that's the end of the story , NO there's more to come...............!

Guess what happened next and win 10000000000000000000$(my credit card no is I6DO6NT6HAVEANYMONEY) !
Or wait for my next post><

Also plz forgive me for my jumbling of all the tenses together .Those who already know the story don't spoil the fun by sending the real ending.

Mathematically Challenged !!

2005-05-21T05:14:00.000+09:00

Yesterday 19th of may,2005 ,was the last mathematics paper I had to sit for in this E&TC course of 4 years and I'm "severe, intense, very great, excessive, immoderate, extraordinary, unusual, uncommon; inordinate,exaggerated " ly happy about it.
It's a lot more special for me as the previous acquintance with it was merely an escape (got bare 40 marks in M2!).

Why engineering maths is a nightmare for students appearing for maths papers for the first time?
(I can tell abt only the first time ,as fortunately I never needed a 2nd chance to make "concepts " clear abt any subject so far.Views on the subject in discussion from veterans will be appreciated !)

Gone are the days when maths was a scoring subject and once you got the concepts clear you didn't have to practice(rattofy! ) the examples.
Just look at the topics, people.
Can you relate anything at all to anything you experiance while doing an (budding)engineer's job ?
Tell me sincerely how many of us can design a real LPF or stuff by applying transformation theory , or can presicely tell the interpretation of Bessel's fuction of blah blah order, or tell me what the hell is this error function.

I think(yeh! I can do that too.) we are just being stuffed with loads of crap (I shouldn't say crap as most of it I couldn't relate to anything I'm learning so I don't know) without telling us the use of it.
I am sure that profs will say that you are going to need this in blah blah subject
blah blah year, but if so how come we are supposed to study if we don't have anything to relate it with.
Instead of that some real design work ,some really cool pracs (and not the ones with "Thus we have studied the working of --." type conclusion.) technical visits would really help.
I am not saying that mathematics paper shouldn't be there but come on guys it's really just a job that requires to glue your ass to a chair and solve (Um sorry ! mug ) all problems at least twice before exam that means a couple of weeks of exhausting maths orgy fun and you top the PU.And if you want to make an ass of yourselves try to grasp the concepts and go ,sit for the paper .I bet the entire income of a Las Vegas casino that you won't be able to solve the paper of even 40 marks , about clearing the subject you might!(Jai Jaikar Baba!) but scoring is utterly impossible.
Tomorrow Mr.X with top of marks in maths goes on a very critical assignment which needs mathematical analysis ,What's he going to say "Oh, this kind of problems weren't there in Nirali (or Bafna didn't teach this, even better I left this for option) Surely he'll have his tushie fired real nice.

I sincerely hope that somebody with at least some awareness of the condition of today's Edu system will someday head the PU and at least our juniours will have a better oriented syllabus than us, though I know it's a lot to ask for considering the available infrastructure and vested interests of people with decision powers.

Well thats all for the keyboard today. Stay tuned but don't get lost in the warphole of time flow .
AND also best of luck to all ye engineering people.
Just remember

Aaj nahi chhoota to kal chhotega,
October ke baad may to aata hi rahega !

First post ever ! (finally!)

2005-05-20T04:18:00.000+09:00

All the people who never place a book down without finishing reading it;

All the people with capability and passion for audal orgasms
through good music;

All the people who don't have to make any effort to nod their heads in satisfaction listening to Rock;

All the people who don't think of wheelies and stoppies as sheer madness but the only way to ride a bike;

All the people who get fascinated by the large sets of LOTR movies,enjoy every bit of adrenaline from Fast & Furious, laugh their asses off watching a Monty Python movie,And love the friends and Yes minister gang;

All the people who think that exams (rather their pattern ) is crap,and all the authorities in PU are simply nuts(sorry to the people with relatives in PU!);

All the people who think laziness is only relative quantity with magnitude in fullest form only in undesirable directions !

And lastly stand out and speak out (verbally or ...........) for the thing they belive truly and strongly and blah blah!

WELCOME TO MY BLOG HEARTILY ! And nice to meet somebody of biradari.

CAUTION : Persons not fitting in any of the above mentioned categories interpret following messege carefully .

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