LSD or LD?

Logic Design aka LD seemed to be the most illogical thing on this side of the universe today... Damn why'd they make the paper so screwy!

Maybe I ought to take LSD...

Hey guys, the Orkut site is down...! :-(

Looks like my social circumference has a radius r=0 for the next few days!

The Time Table (and a sincere prayer request!)


Date Subject
26.12.2006 MATHS III(31)
30.12.2006 LOGIC DESIGN(33)
05.01.2007 DATA STRUCTURES(35)
08.01.2007 OOP WITH C++(36)

I await prayers for safe deliverance from all the peepals of the world!
Gratefully yours,


I'm sitting here in the Nut lab of college as usual, when I see a couple of hairballs rolling all over the floor of the lab... The fans are blowing it.

I see it trace it's path amidst all the feet shuffles and chair legs and people walking and network cables and whatnot. And make it's way back to where it had started from. It's a symbol of life. You are a hairball, just getting to know people, touching their lives in some way moving on... And then you go back to where you came from... And then the cycle repeats itself. And there's always somebody watching you.

Not reacting to what you do, just observing... And blogging.
An update on the reality shows issue:

If you look at any newschannel worth it's salt today, all they're talking about is the reality behind reality shows... One day it was CNN-IBN and the next day it was NDTV. I mean, come on! They're organising SMS polls and looting the public and the irony of it was that on CNN 80% of the voters thought that reality shows weren't rigged. And the next day on the NDTV poll it was the other way around! :-)

Now that's changing views for you!

And since when did we need two newschannels to run an expose on reality shows! And leave us more confused than ever!) Don't we all have something else to worry about?
Nut Lab Adventures

This is funny, my friends and I head to the "Nut Lab" in college as we call it and log on to Talk. Then we sit within a few feet of each other and bitch about everybody in class and whine about why engineering is such a waste of time. We ogle at girls on Orkut and check out some interesting blogs.

And all this when we're supposed to be educating ourselves in the matters of S-R Latches and Abelian Groups. :-)

This Diwali was full of contribution... I did my bit for global warming and the kids who toil all year along making those crackers... Funny, the noise levels were perceptibly lower this year, departing from the usual all-day long boom-bang-schreee-soiwush-sharddadadda...

Didn't take any photos this year though, but I do have pics from two years ago.

An attempt has been made to convey a sense of the colours and smells...

Of course, you can always reduce the amount of crackers you burst: and enjoy the show others enjoy putting on... :-)

Saw this really cool looking spider while down at the garden. Was helping amma move some plants...

Shown here are the front and rear views of the spider, as well as an interesting detail noticed on it's web.

Inertia: Small Contribution To My Life

Funny thing is I haven't been able to think of a single thing to write about, these past few days. My college ended with the final days of examinations on the 22nd and I've been slothful and blissful these past two weeks at home. Funny, now that I think about it, I was at home while studying for the exams. So, in effect nothing has changed for me.

While slogging away for the exams, all I could think about was what I'd do after those exams. After them, I've got no energy to put those plans into effect. I guess those smart guys were right when then talked about Inertia. Beautiful thing, this inertia - it's what keeps planets revolving around the sun, the rivers flowing, the flowers blooming, the rains pouring down (and the subsequent drought!) , everything. The universe works on Inertia. The tendency of a body under influence of change to remain in it's state prior to the change. And then when I listened to a podcast on Inertia, I knew, that one word was cause for so many events. People and all of life in general, when struck by tragedy, picks up the pieces and plods on...

Weird though it may sound, after a month of studying at home, and another month of exams... you know what, I'm comfortable at home (eating all that wonderful food... and gaining oodles of weight) I tip my hat (assuming I had one) to inertia.

If inertia was an entity - inertia, and it had an iPod, then it'd get up every morning listening the strains of 'Let It Be' by The Beatles... and go to sleep at night listening to 'Everybody's Changing' by Keane.

'Reality' Shows=Real(Script+Acting)

Reality shows are as 'real' as the script around which the characters
play their parts!

How real are reality shows, really? After The Apprentice, many shows
have come out along the same lines. The shows usually go like this: A big famous guy at the top screaming at poor inidviduals looking to make a quick buck. At every episode one guy gets kicked off, then somebody finally wins. Memorable event - for the next two minutes. And whaddaya know, there's another show. After that a new-season.

I was watching one of those shows on TV yesterday, one I think about a bunch of wannabe master chefs apprenticing at a restaurant run by a very famous chef who just loves
being the most annoying perfectionist on earth. Damn the guy! All he
does on the show is yell, chuck saucepans at his pupils and make them
cry in the wine cellar, where of there's a camera waiting to tape all
the action.

The plot is pretty simple, there are twelve people, split into two
teams. These guys have to cook food in a restaurant run by the chef,
and make sure all the customers get their order correctly and of
course, the food has to be 'just perfect'. So, most of the time
they're preparing the same things over and over again, just because
the chief thought a risotto face mask would be a great morale booster.
Then again, there's the wonderful words of encouragement he hurls at
them. Here's a sample:

"You piece of f***in shit! Stop slobbering and get down to it! You
look at me when I'm talking to you. This is so F***ED up!"

There was one segment in the whole thing when, there was no audio for
about a minute and a half, thanks to all the swearing.

Think about it, how can you expect these guys when the only people
they can depend on are a a f***ed up coach and their roommates - whom,
by the way, they're trying to knock off as early as possible to stay
in the game. So, the pressure from within is pretty high? So, hysteria
and breakdowns are common.

Doesn't the anger, fear and resentment, pour out of them into the food
that they prepare. Just when you're thinking of strangling the chef
who is dumping the roast duck Ala Fontaine which you took half-an-hour
to prepare into the confines of the waste bin, you're preparing Chef's
Salad with Thousand Island Dressing, you accidentally slip in a very
hot chili, you'll probably end up choking the life outta the diner!
Then, the chef can strangle you!

So, how real are these reality shows? The camera usually focuses on
the person who gets eliminated in the end. So, towards the end, even
before they nominate the potential eliminants, you know who is gonna
go! So, confirming you're right is the only purpose of watching the
show. And these job-candidate kind of shows will appeal to you if you
enjoy watching people getting humiliated. (Funny, and I thought Simon
Cowell made American Idol bad enough!)

A few pictures of the monsoon. Check it out.

Mind you, these are only a prelude. Couldn't possibly shoot in the rain with dad's digicam unless I wanted to get into serious trouble.

When you're in the middle of a powercut, not many things you see outside make sense - a view from my window.

What do you think this could be? An interesting shape captured in the middle of a powercut.

My resting place bathed in lamplight.


The summer is relentless this year in Bangalore.

Friends seem to just slip through your fingers when you've just begun
to think "Hey. I'm getting to know this person." Everything seems
unprofitable and stale. Nothing seems doable. I just slump into a coma
these days, when I look at the pile of books lying on my desk. It's
not worth it, I tell myself. I'm usually content with re-reading a
nicely thumbed edition of Wodehouse. I laugh myself silly and when I'm
done reading, I think - God! What a waste of time!

My thoughts too seem too obscure for words. I go to college because
I'm expected to. Not because I want too. The thirst for knowledge that
was there before the first semester exams is gone. I feel too
saturated to care.

Dry weather and heat are ever-prevalent. Some rain, that's all I ask for.
I walk home everyday and the only companions I have - the leaves - dry
and restless right now seem to agree. All zest for life and learning,
along with my imagination, has vaporised in the summer heat.

"Brrr! Wish it was a bit warmer.”

I used to think this way in those chilly winter months, November to January, and now the summer is here, and I'm wishing it was December. Well, what's one to do when that's the way we are. When we're settled on wishing for something different, we change colours the minute we get what we wished for.

The temperature in Bangalore is around 35°C. I go to sleep in a sweat, I wake up in a sweat. I bathe in a sweat. I spend the whole day sweating it out. Psychiatrists would have quite a field day observing the 'paranoia' of society during the summer months.

Subject observed to be in a state of constant fear.
Indications: constant perspiration, cursing, muttering.

These are not cold sweats though. They're warm and unwelcome.

Adding to the woes of people are the mosquitoes. The summer seem to bring them out in full force. They're here, there and everywhere you go. They seem to follow you around like faithful dogs – dogs that spread itchy skin, malaria and a load of other freebies. Damn, they're under the table right now, biting me on the back of my calves... YOW! (scratch -scratch -scratch -scratch -scratch -scratchscratchscratchscratchscratch)

If there ever was a worse concatenation of circumstances (as Bertie put it) this would be it. The fan in my bedroom hasn't been repaired despite numerous complaints. The damn thing seems to run only at a speed which would be a sort of merry go-round for the mosquitoes. This is at max. speed. Maybe I should start charging them for the drinks and amusements I provide. They're taking me for granted, I feel. Ingrates!
Ever had one of those days... One of those days when you feel that the road you had been travelling along all this while led to nothingness. It's just a road that leads nowhere. But, we all want to reach, somewhere, don't we?

I'm only 18 years old and I keep getting this feeling at various points of time. What is it? Maybe I'm just too jaded. Is it disillusionment that stems from the feeling that I can never be the stud who can charm any girl he wants, or the popular guy that everybody goes to when they need help, or somebody to talk to? Or is it because I'm not in the 'upper echelon' of society's intellectual class i.e. I'm not as smart as I thought. The answers only leave me more and more confused.

When I have everything a guy could want: a loving and supportive family+dog named Simba (okay, I got two younger sisters who are a pain in the backside but still they're unexpectedly loving and supportive at times); a few friends who seem sincere (very rare in these times, or should I say, a few friends who haven't stabbed me in the back yet); a nice house which my friends refer to as a 'kottaram' (palace); I have a healthy body without any defective bits (I haven't come across any yet, but you never know...), I live in a nice neighbourhood (no bombs exploding here everyday, it's very peaceful here. But there's the occasional drunkard to liven things up a bit); I don't need to go door-to-door salesman-ing, or carry bricks up 20 floors at the construction site of apartments to support the family...

"Weird," - you might say. "What more could a guy want? Hey dude, stop whining and get a life!"

Are these just unfulfilled desires, should I go out more often? Should I get a girlfriend? Will that help me unwind? But then again, my past experience with asking girls out has left me averse to the idea of getting involved at such a stage. When most people involved in relationships in college, are not doing so well academically, would that be such a wise decision? Why do something that might turn against you and hurt you in the future, if you're not sure you can handle it?

The problem is I don't know where to begin. How do you solve a problem that's so obscure that trying to solve it will raise more questions? It's like trying to escape from a bottomless well whose sides are smooth and bathed with oil - to escape, there's only one way, that way is up out of the well - but to go up you need to stop falling - to stop falling, you need to get a grip on the sides, but to get a grip you need a rough surface which you don't have, so what can one do?

So, what I can do is stop whining and start learning - learning to live simply, learning to channelise the energy I'm wasting pondering something that's totally pointless and leads to no answers to doing something that'll make me appreciate life for what it is, learn to enjoy what little I have and be a better human being, live each day as it comes, go to sleep each day with the satisfaction that something was achieved that day, maybe then, I won't even need a girlfriend or a bigger brain. I believe in karma, I respect it. I shall do what I'm here to do.

Of course, as to what those things are, I have no clue.