Tidbits and taxi rides

I saw a few construction workers at the construction site of the MRT station near college. They were holding nokia phones, complete with bluetooth headsets. You know, those things abhishek bachchan and bipasha basu wore in Dhoom2 when trying to amaze us with advancements in thief catching technology.

If you thought listening to auto drivers complain about rising petrol prices and new government policies from the moment you stopped hassling about the fare to the moment you actually paid up was payment enough for the journey, you are a comrade of mine. But believe me when I tell you, singaporean taxi drivers make their indian counterparts seem as loquacious as a lamp post struck by a silencio spell. The thing is, the fare is metered so you dont hear much about the “naasama pona government raising the petrol prices”, or about the traffic or even the next India-West Indies cricket match. The taxi drivers here take on the role of the high school guidance counsellor you are now thankful you never had. This is an actual conversation I had with a taxi driver while returning from the airport.

(I should mention that there is no way I will be able to capture the *singaporean* accent and without that, I must admit it doesnt have quite the same effect)

Td : So what are you doing in singapore lah ?

Me : Im student..in NUS

Td : Ah NUS..good university..which country are you from ?

Me : India..

Td : India..In India there are no universities?

Me : No no there are lots..I just decided to come to singapore..

Td : Are universities good?

Me : Universities are very good..

Td : Then why did you come to singapore ?

Me : Uh..international exposure and all that..

Td : Yes yes very important. You stay in hostel lah? How many people in one unit?

Me : Unit ? Well..around 300 ppl I thnk..

Td : No no unit, house, unit, not block

Me : Oh room..well one person per room..

Td : Oh ok..what course are you doing ?

Me : Computer engineering..

Td : How long you stay in singapore?

Me : Well course is for 4 years..so another 3 and a half years i guess..

Td : 4 year course lah? What you going to do after college ?

Me : Uh I dont know… I havent decided yet..

Td : You should keep studying lah, study for as long as you can. Look at uncle now, uncle too old
to study. Cant study any more lah. Do you have a girlfriend???

Me : Uh no…..

Td : Dont listen to girlfriend. Study first, most important, girlfriend come after that lah. Make
lots of money for your children. Thats what every father wants lah, he wants his children to do
well. That is why we earn money.

Me : Um ok….

And then thankfully we reached my hostel. So after my parents, teachers, tuition teachers, uncles, aunts, grandparents, neighbours and my sister’s stuffed lion, it was the taxi driver’s turn to tell me what I should do in life.

Hoo boy, give me an over charging autodriver any day. Even when he rips my wallet, he has considerations for my soul which has always believed in “start thinking about tomorrow when today gets over”, “plan not and have feelings about not sticking to your plans, not” and “If the taxi driver is actually asking for the right price, he probably has a wrong destination in mind”.

It is now 3:42 AM. I was about to publish this post and sleep when I got a phone call from another nocturnal friend who, unfortunately for me, lives in the same block. He wanted me to come and take a look at his new hairdo.

Ladies and gentlemen, Karthik Balasubramanian. If you were dragged out of your room to be asked to take this picture when you had an 8 o clock Digital Design lecture, you would be outraged. But then, that was if you were planning on attending the lecture.

And while I am at posting pictures, here is one I took just outside the typing room at school. Most of you can guess who wrote that. I prefer “not to talk”. Get ittcch ?

And a picture I took at the NUS library bookstore

And my wonderful friends at it again…(They have a thing for bonking stuff)

Notice red circle. But that didnt stop her from trying to shoot the eyelashes off that poor mongoose. (Click to enlarge)

And dd with our prize

And no this is not the elec engineering lecture, though the scene wont be much different(if he actually managed to wake up in time for the lecture that is). Aswin aka M*tter(rhymes with batter) B*tch(rhymes with pitch) doing what he does best.

And our resident VHP activist..free….

ZOMGWTFBBQPWNSAUCE GIVE MY PHONE BACK!!!

Memoirs of a rush(i)a – True lies

Once upon a time in a far away kingdom, there lived a young man, who was perfectly happy with his life. He had all he wanted, a good place to live, nice clothes and plenty of entertainment. Though he courted disaster by slandering the Heads of states, ministers and the occassional lab attender who visited the kingdom periodically, he always managed to steer clear of the gallows. He also had a companion called Ninjalot who aided him during these courtships but then he does not come into this story.

Life was serene, with the frequent summons dealt out by the court jester, B.A.B. Abr Ham, doing little to disturb the tranquility that had settled around the young man’s life. This was when the evil witch lady entered the scene. When he had first met the witch lady, which was about a year ago, she seemed quite nice. The fault was not his, the entire kingdom had thought so. It was only as time progressed that everyone realised that her magical skills(among a lot of other things) were not what she made them out to be. She was an attention seeking braggart who got into trouble very frequently with the Minister of Commerce, R.Paramasivan. That in itself should speak volumes about her mental capabilities.

They say that birds of a feather flock together and it was not long before the evil witch lady had acquired a lackey, a wonderkid (he made you wonder how anyone could be so dumb) who lived in another dimension. When he and the witch lady got together, they made a better pair than Dumb and Dumber, the only question being who was dumber(it was a close run thing).

And one day, the evil witch lady started hatching plots to malign the young man. With the help of her brainless lackey, she started spinning malicious lies which in essence indicated that the young man had *gasp* smiled at her */gasp*. She sent out her trusted lieutenant to spread the tale that would surely have spelt doom for the young man had people decided to believe the lackey. Is this it ? Is this the end of the career of an honest young man(well honest looking but lets not split hairs) who wanted nothing but to have fun in life?

Well no not really. There were just 17 major things wrong with the plot which the witch lady doesn’t seem to have considered. A few of them being

* The young man did not remotely resemble a male aquafina transport vehicle

* In fact he had never shown any signs of attraction towards things that were the then main cause of the depletion of the ozone layer

* The lackey wasn’t the smartest person around, the first two people he told came and informed the young man about what was being said of him

When the whole story came out, the witch lady denied everything, the wonderkid was left looking stupid(well stupider than usual) and the young man, out of his philanthropic nature, decided not to press charges against either of them. It was after all, all in a days work. Normalcy returned to the kingdom in the matter of a week.

And (most of them) lived happily ever after.

Author’s note : This is based on a real life story of a fictional character.

The banian and the bird brain

Author’s note: This factual piece is entirely fictitious . Any resemblances to real life “characters” and incidents are purely coincidental

Story 1 : If you can’t practice what you preach, just shut up.

Once upon a time, there lived a group of kids whose relation to each other was that they had studied in the same class. All of them had also just passed out of school and were spending their “well deserved” holiday as fruitfully as possible. They played basketball and cricket everyday and football at the beach once a week. Among them was a certain character called N.VinVin. This VinVin had once injured his “pinky” while trying to catch a tennis ball and was supposedly not allowed to play games for a week. And so he didnt turn up for the cricket games but when the class played football, he made a not-very-dramatic appearance. I guess he came because he heard kadalai at the beach was very good.(Hey, I mean the eatable variety ! honest !). And so, since he could not play, he took up the post of Sven Moron Eriksson. As fate would have it, he took it upon himself to reposition my entire team and finally, the only people standing anywhere near the goal keeper(me) were the two forwards of the opposite team. Needless to say, we lost badly and it wasnt too hard to find a scapecow scapegoat. But it really was his fault.

This story doesnt end with the preaching though. The next week, Mr.VinVin’s fingers had become alright and he wanted to prove to us that he wasnt all talk. But sadly, or maybe unsurprisingly, Wayne Loony couldnt score a goal. And whats more, he managed to miss from 3 feet in front of the goal. He then decided to be the goal keeper and who can get past the great Buffoon ? Seemingly everyone. And he blamed it on the north wind.

The following is based on another one of those “characters” in the above mentioned fictitious class.

Story 2 : You should give up on cricket when…

Rameez hits you out of the ground. Or when Deepan’s kid brother(who is about as tall as the bat) hits you for 6 runs in 3 balls. Or when the opposing team has scored 22 runs in 7 overs and 10 of those came in your first over. Or when you take 15 deliveries to complete one over. Or when the only person who thinks you can bowl is you.

Some valuable lessons in life he needs to learn…

Common sense 101

Repeating the same joke 10 times doesnt make it funny.

Saying “fp”(feel pannadhae) everytime someone says something you dont understand is not really a smart thing to do.

But then, you wouldnt be doing that if you were smart.

When you make a joke, run it through a spell checker first. That way, you will prevent people from laughing at the wrong things. But then, that might be the only way you can get anyone to laugh at your jokes. Decisions decisions….

When you are called a bashibazouk, dont start with “As if…” and stop there.

And they lived happily ever after.

(The names in the title are interchanged. Pardon the artistic liberties)

Memoirs of a rush(i)a – Chapter 3

I just realised that I have never really talked about what went on during phsyics classes, the most “happening” periods of school. This means a lot of things (other than physics) happened during these classes. General scene during a physics period :

1st bench : Swarun(anon2) avidly listening to every word the teacher utters

2nd bench : Sriram prasath bugging kaushik, needless to say neither of them listening to a word

3rd bench : Ashwin messaging siva who is messaging vinod(might be worthwhile to mention that
the 3 of them sit a few feet away from each other).

4th bench : Man and pointerram thinking up complex problems, somewhat related to whatever chitra is talking about.

5th bench : Nabil furiously copying english answers

last bench : me and ninju playing bingo(we always use our physics classworks)

and suddenly

Chitra : At about Niranjan, what are you doing ?

Ninju : 23

Me : 14

Ninju : 5

Pointerram : dei ninju she is calling you da…

Ninju : uh ? oh..er writing notes ma’am

Chitra : ok…nabil..can you please get up and answer this question ? You seem to be copying
something from that time…

Nabil *gets up, grins at everyone who is sitting in front of him* : I dont konw ma’am

Chitra then goes on to ask sriram prasath, kaushik, brainpraveen, tb and datch, none of whom seem to know the answer.

Vinod *after suddenly waking up from a cell-phone induced slumber blabbers something*

Chitra : Adhu ille ma. I think rushi knows the answer to the question. pleasssse get up

Me : Eh ? oh that..oh yeah… i remember…wait wait….

Ninju *turns to me and grins like a fool*

Me *thinks for a couple of more minutes* : Um..ma’am can you repeat the question ?

Chitra : sit down, sit down
*and promptly goes on with the lessons. nothing wrong with the class today*

Once in 11th, we had csc as the last period. Kvkk didnt notice the bell ringing and was still standing inside class and talking to swarun(anon2), not letting us leave. It was already 3:20 and we were trying to find ways of politely letting kvkk know how late it was. I came up with this wonderful idea. Only, it wasnt very effective. This is what happened :

Me : Sir, is TIME.h supported by a gcc compiler ?

Kvkk : yes, it is supported..why do you ask ?

Me : We are using TIME.h in our project sir and we were wondering if we would be able to SEE
the TIME in a gcc compiler.

Kvkk : yes yes you can see the time

*and promptly continues talking to swarun(anon2)*

Finally, swarun got the hint and told kvkk that it was really late and he let us go.

And we played football again today. This time, my team had the non existent defence but we still managed to hold them to 11-6. Some weirdo joined our team halfway, I dont think anyone knew who he was. His vision seemed to be restricted to members of the opposite sex and no one else was getting the ball. But Aatha(frog) was our hat-trick hero though if you ask datch, he would tell you that frog should have scored atleast 5 more goals with the number of chances he got. I agree with him.

Nothingness.

It began with the first exam of the first revision sometime during december. Life was a rollercoaster going downhill and before we knew it, we had written three revisions and the APSC in 30 days. The whole of february was like the calm before a storm. And in march, the board exams rushed past like one of Ramesh Powar’s quicker deliveries. And then,

Nothingness.

These past two months were part of an eagerly awaited holiday. I spent most of the 6 days “study” holidays we got for C.Sc boards planning how I would spend my time. And this one time, I actually managed to keep to my plans as much as possible, though I dont remember them including “Help mom clean house every saturday” or “Call the TataIndicom guy every alternate day and ask him why the connection isnt working”. But still things went quite smoothly and life trudged along comfortably.

But now, an unsettling monotony has crept in. There are only so many times you can ooru suthify this ooru where there isnt much to suthify. Also, most of the specimens who lend a meaning to ooru suthifying seem to have outsourced themselves to bangalore. Everyday, I talk to the same people, fight with the same people and make fun of the same people. I play the same game, delete group mails all from the same person and read the same blogs for the zillionth time.

Atleast back while I was in school, I had something to look forward to each day. I couldnt wait to see if RP would stick to her word of not correcting the assignment notebooks of those who hadnt finished their holiday homework. I would wonder if LS would remember to check our classworks. I would wait and see whether Chitra would remember to conduct the “surprise” test she had told us about, last week. I couldnt wait to see if my project would crash the school computer again. I would wonder when I was going to get the next blackmark.

Some times, I looked back at things too. Most of the time when I woke up, I would wish that I had completed the math or chem homework the previous day instead of doodling all over my math classwork. Sometimes, I would remember about the homework only after I woke up and I would try to come early to school to copy it from some idiot who has finished it already. I would wake up at 7 45 and wish that school didnt start at 8 15. I would come to school at 8 30 and wish that I didnt have to go through the princi’s office to get to my classroom. When kvkk starts giving me lectures about “stupid idiots who come late to school”, I would wish that RaviShankar got a life and stopped putting jaalra to kvkk.

Without all this, life seems very dull. Now I have to look for new peaks to scale, new realms to conquer and new oceans to sail.

Oh well, until then.

Motocross madness and Life in an 8 inch diameter

All due respect/credit/thanks/apologies to Microsoft and Star Sports

It all began with the forging of the great rings, three were given to the elves, immorta.. that day when we were playing cricket at St.Mary’s ground. I didnt have a ride home and was looking for a lift. I didnt want to walk home coz it takes 49 minutes and frog (er..navneet) would probably be my only companion. I already had the unfortunate experience of walking home with him once and apart from bugging me about how he was walking so that he could correct his figure and correct figures in college, he also dumped me when we reached his house. I had to walk the rest of the way alone, I wasnt really complaining though.

Well so holy cow Vinod offered me a ride and I gladly accepted. So, to say vinod drives like ..or shall we say wants to drive like Valentino Rossi is an understatement. As we overtook Splendours and even Honda Citys(mind you, we were riding on a tvs scooty(i think)) on the Adyar bridge(or the “Thiru vi ka bridge for the wise), he reassured me with the words “when you ride with me, you have to risk certain things. like your life…” and we nearly avoided buying an old lady on a tvs 50 a premature ticket to heaven. As we were coming down the adyar flyover at what I would put at 65kph(and passing a nearby skoda octavia), the bike started wobbling a bit. And this is what happened :

Vinod : Dei stop shaking da..
Me : I cant help it..its the way you drive !
Then, Bang
Me : What was that ??
Bike starts shaking madly
We roll to a halt
Vinod : Er… I think the rear wheel is punctured
Me : Oh.. um… so what am I supposed to do ?
Vinod : You can get off the bike for starters and help me push it off the road

We got stranded in the middle of the road, aptly, right in front of the tvs service station. But we pushed the bike over to a nearby puncture shop and the guy gave us a bill of 85 bucks. Vinod unfortunately didnt have a single paisa and I paid for the whole thing. Quite an adventure huh.

And today, at the Stadt de france Beasant nagar beach, the greatest football match with the goal 15 size 11 adidas shoe steps wide took place. We were 8 on each team and well it didnt take too long to figure out who were the better team.

In my team, there were two strikers, kvt and vinod, zero mid fielders and 3 defenders, stinku, pointer and shaik, and Js who was running around not really doing anything. Soumi was on our team too but Im still not sure what position she was playing(not to say that she was bad ofcourse). And me was goalkie. The other team had 2 defenders ninju and sridhu(some may argue that this amounts to more than two but I will let the debate continue), 1 midfielder, the mystic(who was a bit rusty today I think, I didnt see her kick the ball farther than 3 feet) and the rest of the team playing forwards.

It turned out to be a slaughter and by the time we had the first drinks break, the score was 8-3, our team on 8. But no one bothered to get the poor goalkeeper(me) any water and I was dying of thirst when the second half began. Anand and Ajit joined us, Anand on our team. The slaughter stopped. It turned out to be a massacre. The final score was 16-8 or somethinglike that, I lost count after 12. Kvt scored most of our goals, though this was due to a non existent defence. They would have scored quite a few goals too, with kr and dd kicking free kicks from everywhere towards the goal but the great goalkie was there to stop them(most of the time). Some of you might now be wondering with concern, what happened to the poor goalkeeper who was dying of thirst? Well the rusty mystic took pity on him and got him some water. But most of it was finished off by stinku and siva. sigh….life…

Next time, we should probably have a wider goal on one side and lesser number of frogs who cant even spell “offside”, let alone know what it means, playing to even things out. Maybe it will do the trick. Maybe.

There never was much hope, just a fool’s hope.

(All apologies to Gandalf)

Memoirs of a rush(i)a – Chapter 2

Physics period is one of the most fun or most boring periods of school. Ofcourse, the amount of fun you have is inversely proportional to your proximity to the teacher. Which basically means that while those sitting in the last benches can do just about what they want, the first benchers suffer badly. But if you know how to ask ridiculous questions and start meaningless arguments, life in the first bench aint so bad either. And while the teacher looks on trying to comprehend if you are talking about physics, you can happily argue with Swarun(anon2) on why the graph she has drawn on the board is wrong because the “i” looks like a “j” when seen from this angle. He, ofcourse, always supports the teacher. But hey, you cannot have a disagreement with someone who agrees with you !

Life in the last benches is even more fun. I cannot count the numerous classes ninju and I spent coming up with blade jokes and spreading the wisdom or playing bingo or sometimes dumbC. There is always the danger of a “At about rushi will answer this question” or “niranjan, what are you writing?”. The experienced campaigner knows how to dodge these death blows and always uses his “physics” “classwork” (which occassionally doubles up as a rough notebook and in times of desperation, an eg classwork).

The ever elusive eg classwork is another story. As mentioned earlier, I always turned in my rough notebook as my eg classwork. During the second term of XIIth standard, babu finally decided to check the label on the notebook and promptly marched me off to kvkk. kvkk opened my notebook and saw diagrams of ..erm something I drew while making the sincere leader wait before rubbing off the essay topic “My Daddy is the Best” during 11th standard. And kvkk found it absolutely hilarious and started guffawing as he always does. Babu felt he had the wrong attitude about the whole thing and tried to take me to LS because I had once tried to pass the notebook off as my english classwork and “English CW” was still visible. But I smooth talked and “sorry sir”ed him out of it and he finally returned my physics cw/english cw/rough notebook.

There was once a time when I tried to pass off Sriram Prasath’s physics classwork as my eg notebook. It almost worked but thats again another story.

Memoirs of a rush(i)a – Chapter 1

RP for the first(and the penultimate) time, decided to give us homework in 11th. She gave us about 10 sums to do over the weekend I think. Needless to say, there were 7 people(out of 46) who had actually done the homework. So she made the entire class(without the 7) stand outside and gave us all blackmarks. As a means to redeem ourselves, she gave us 10 more sums that week and asked us to complete it. This time, there were actually 8 people who had completed it. The whole excercise was repeated. The only thing that happened out of this was RP decided not to give us homeworks again.

And then there was typing class. There is a guy in class who we shall call ASK. So this ASK suddenly wanted to make paper rockets and let them fly inside the typing room. But only problem was he didnt know how to make paper rockets. So he asked me and I made one for him. Well, genius can always be imitated and he made some 20 rockets and started a rocket fight with two other idiots who were sitting opposite to us. I think these two idiots should have known better seeing one of the idiots was the class leader. So the next day, typing sir promptly reports the matter to RP . She comes to class and this is what happened.

RP : So , who were the ones responsible for throwing rockets in class ? Was it Niranjan ?

*He was on her goodbooks even then*

* Ninju immediately protested his innocence and claims that he wasnt even in our batch(which is why he escaped I guess)*

*RP turns to ASK who was the assistant leader*

RP : So ASK, who threw the rockets ?

ASK *gets up and acts as if he is in a great dilema*: “Rushi Padhuman threw them. And……*he names the two idiots very fast hoping RP wont hear their names*…

Me : HUH ??? WHAT??? I THREW THEM ?? WHY YOU #%&@^*&$

RP *Turns to the idiot who was the leader* : I am very disappointed in you. Please go apologise to your typing sir*sends both of them off*

RP *turns to me* : I should have known. Well ?

Me : I didnt throw the rockets !! I just made them, I didnt throw even one !

RP : So they flew by themselves ?*grins*

Me : Ahem…*Looks menacingly at ASK who grins back stupidly at me*

RP : Go, go apologise to him(she meant typing sir).

We go to typing sir who says he didnt even complain to RP. He says babu did it.( I actually dont know who threw rockets in babu’s class even now). But he made me take all those @#$%@# rockets with me for some strange reason. So I carry them along and on the corridor meet who else but LS.

LS : Rushi Padhuman, what are you carrying in your hand ?

Me : Ah er..uhm….paper rockets ?

LS : Yes I can see that. What are you doing with them ?

Me : Uhm…typing sir asked me to throw them away ..so im er..taking them to the trash can..

LS : Hmm…were they used in class ?

Me : Uh..no no *looks like ahem lost sheep*

LS*actually believes me* : Hmm…ok go.

Later in class, she complimented the class leader for being so skillful in papercraft Sigh there was a time when teachers were actually taken in by my innocent looks…

Blast from the past

As I was trying to think up a new title for my blog, I suddenly felt the urgent desire to rant about what happened exactly half a year ago.

November 1

It was a cloudy day and there was a threat of rain. It was also the day of the culturals organised by the Computer Science society of Anna university(or whatever they call themselves). Ashwin, NR and I had registered for the quiz and the first event was the prelims. The questions werent too hard but they certainly held a surprise. None of them had anything to do with computers or computer science(except maybe “Expand GPRS” to which Ratha( one of my classmates who was also in the quiz, though in the other team) had answered “Global positioning Random Systems”). We thought that maybe this was just for the prelims and the finals would be different.

(At this point, the historian would like to mention that as much as he would like to write about everything that happened, he will have to digress and his editors have politely requested him to refrain from doing so)

Well so there was also dumbC for which we hadn’t registered. dd, kr and I decided to give it a whirl and while we got “absent minded professor” in 44 seconds(the cutoff being 45), we failed to get “Akbar”. Then we went to a spin-a-yarn competition. We did a nice job of bringing together RP, south african jails and jailers, parking tickets and and partial differentiation in the 2 odd minutes he let us speak. But we didnt even get selected for the finals (Not that we expected to though). The judge told us we didnt get points because we didnt stick to the topic(which was “Math teachers always multiply something something..”). Forgive me, I thought this was spin a yarn.

There was also a written adzap kinda thing(I dont know what they called it), we had to design posters for a theme. We picked airlines and actually came up with a smashing poster. We had an awesome tagline (“One wing to rule them all, one wing to fly them. One wing to bring them all …”), it was beautifully symbolic(we named it WTC – Wright Through the Ccenter). We had amazing illustrations(by dd) showing our plane go (w)right through the World Trade Center(think WTC) buildings. The plane was, ofcourse, un(h)armed. We had cool stats showing how much beer we had on each plane. Or champagne if thats your poison. We had stats to show how many of our planes crashe in a year. We also had a cool logo showing The One Wing.

And then there was the Sacred Heart team which painted their poster in shocking pink and fluttered their eyelashes demurely while turning that abomination in.

Guess who won and who didnt even get a mention…….

The judge was this stupid looking guy who wore a violet designer jacket(so lets call him VJ). He acts like some Slim Shady clone(or tries to talk like one) and makes jokes, 9 out of 10 of which fall flat. We couldnt hear the tenth due to some problem with the speaker. So we are all sitting in the auditorium and this VJ dude calls up the Sacred Heart girls and gives them the first prize. And then he asked them if they wanted to take a photo with him. But sadly, he recieved a nose job(read cut), they said they had to leave and…left. With the prize though. We would have gladly taken a picture with him if thats what he wanted…sigh. Hey come on, it was 500 bucks !

After this outrage, we were all standing near some building where we are asked to stand for some reason which I still am not aware of when we heard that the dumbC finals and after that, the quiz finals would be starting at the main auditorium. This place was at a considerable distance from where we were staking out and suddenly it started to rain. Actually, it was more as if the sky was falling on our heads. Holy co.. Vinod got his bike and gave me and dd a lift to that place but all three of us were soaked to the bone. When we entered the auditorium, there stood a smarty pants(to whose blog I shall not link here) who said “Hey rushi, your hair is finally flat now!”. Ha ha.

Both the teams had qualified for the quiz finals. And surprise number 2 : None of the questions in the finals were about computer science either. Apart from being woefully underprepared, my team also had the advantage of having some brainiacs in it.

There was one question in particular.

“This gadget is known as the untiring soldier, ever faithful, ever accurate and never misses.”.

Most of the teams were going on about heat seeking missiles and nuclear bombs when the question passed on to us.

Me : Dude landmines.

Ash : You think so ? I dont know…

NR : I think it is cell phones.

Me : Cell Phones ??? What are you talking about??

NR : Yeah, never misses, always accurate…

Me : What kinda weapon is a cell phone ?? What do you do, shine the light into your enemy’s eyes?????

Ash : I kinda agree with nr here…

Me : Dude no dont do this

Quiz master : So team 4, do you know the answer ?

Ash : Cell phones.

Quiz master : ??? *thinks he has not heard him right* Come again ?

(Well I dont blame him, he was hearing lots of “Panzer tanks” and “F-15s” so cell phones were kinda new to him)

Ash *decides to elaborate* : Cellular phones you konw..mobile phones ?

Quiz master : Uhm no..thats not the right answer.

And guess what the correct answer was.

Landmines.

That question was worth 5 points.

We came 4th.

The third place team was 5 points ahead of us.

This is called rubbing salt into the wounds.

LTNP..yet again..

I had thought that when the boards got over, I would have nothing to do and I could laze around all day, watch everything that comes on TV and play on the computer whenever I feel like it. And right now, I am doing exactly that.

Before I go further, I would like to warn my readers that this might be a very provocative post. After reading this, some of you may feel like killing me. To you I say, be warned of dire consequences. Remember, the pen is mightier than the sword and when it comes to that, none of you are any match for Paddy van Gogh.

Normally, my life is fraught with with peril, whether it comes out of bunking the morning assembly or not bringing the EG classwork to school for 3 months in a row or telling my first standard teacher she was stupid(When I was in first standard ofcourse. Now, I would use politer words). Some times, not bringing math classwork to school and trying to come up with convincing excuses enriched my life. I shared most of these moments of peril with Niranjan(Though I might add here that while RP mostly believed me, ninju had to stand out half the time. Hey what can I say, I just have charm!).

But right now, my life is BORING. I am having to court a very reluctant disaster(in the form of phone bills) but nothing seems to be happening(“seems” may be the operative word here. Time will tell). I almost envy those who are attending classes and are finding ways to occupy themselves.

On second thoughts, I dont.

If the alternative is attending 6 hours classes everyday with tests on alternate days, I prefer my lifestyle. It may be boring yes, but its atleast a life.

Oh wait I forgot, Dr.Dolittle is on soon. Cya Kids !

Anyone who is having malicious intentions, just leave a comment. Paddy van gogh will do the rest.