San(')s Sanity

Meant only for those the author has personally asked to read.Anyone else wanting to read should do so at his/her own risk.No compensation for any ailment resulting from excessive scratching of head/chin caused due to this post. The following post maybe based on some real life incidents though which and whose are left to the imagination of the reader. There are also some parts of the part which are fictional, amusing and "Calvin-and-Hobbes"esque.The author hopes these come true too. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the land of Unknown, King Anon grew impatient at his inability to win wars .Not because he lost them, but because he didnt go at war at all! He had a sufficient army and basically he would probably be victorious if he tried.But he remained the King who never ventured into battle.Until that day. That day he was sleisha high.Life was fun and he had been highly entertained by his jester ergo he...

Strange title dont you think? Well its just a trivia title.Pseudputs basically.Didnt want to sound mundane and all. There was a book by Agatha Christie of the above title and basically it came out in another name as well."And then there were none".Thats the actual title of this post...(btw its a good book; plot of a million bad hollywood movies but a good book nevertheless) And then there were none.Saarang days that is.This time round, Saarang got over oh-too-quickly. Ran away like a cheetah, floated like a butterfly and stung like a bee.And stung well in fact... Without going much into anything, I ll just say Saarang ,this time, has been an eye opener for me. Things learnt and other things unlearnt during these short 5 days.Had an impact in my life.In fact, I almost wore my coords badge to class today :P.Saarang life seemed so peaceful. But then I think its enough.Saarang was supposed to be a change .Like a short break.And it served its purpose.Life needs some ...

Heck, I aint talking about the movie.Im refering to Saarang: mother of all culfests.3 days down.Here is a brief report of my thoughts re my original goals and plans on the days lost... Day #1: Pack... 4 days to go...lets just enjoy ourselves Day #2: Pack... 3 days to go...lets do something useful though Day #3: Give up...I totally understand how 4th years feel. And thus, our valiant protagonist who began the culfest quite optimistically, settled for a more realistic outlook later and finally has ended up with such a pessimistic view.But life has been highly enjoyable nevertheless. Day 1 began on an excellent note with Nokia offering great music where unbelievably untalented dancers such as yours truly were able to dance to his hearts content.And the rock show ,which belied musical hopes ,was highly entertaining otherwise cause of the company I kept and of the vehement headbanging (which subsequently resulted in substantial neck pain till today...)and amazing hindi songs render...

For quite some time now I have been searching for the movie of the above name. Before I went into the movie I had various notions to how the movie was going to be, from the people who had seen it."Intense" was a common comment as was "extremely good".Thota even said "it was a kind of movie after seeing which you wouldnt be able to see any other movie for quite some time ".Vipin agreed.But nothing could have prepared me for this... There are some movies which leave a mark in your mind...burn a mark rather. And these movies arent the hollybood blockbusters but more often the less known yet critically acclaimed films.Machan this one movie was like that.Following the lives of four individuals who somehow or the other become addicted to drugs, this movie goes all out in depicting how bad , nay, unbelievably bad ones life can become with drug abuse. After the movie ended, I felt empty all over and totally psyched.And I cant explain it.Ive never known any d...

Dreams ,people say, are the metaphysical manifestation of one's inner most thoughts and wishes.Dreams are windows to ones life and how he or she wishes it to be.Apparently each dream of ours has an inner meaning but that isnt what Im gonna blog about. Im rather going to blog about the idiosyncratic wierdness of peoples' dreams and how much I personally fear daydreaming... Today morning was like any other.No first hour ;ergo a few more moments of that perfect bliss called sleep.That feeling which envelops a person after a hard days work (or just after a days work :D) and usually that feeling you carry over to your classes the next day. One moment Im asleep dreaming away to glory and then I suddenly wake up and realise I am no longer in some alien world.I dont exactly remember what my dream was about although I do recollect that there was something very different about it.Different in a good way..Thats something I hate about dreams... you manage to remember the really really s...

Warning: The contents of this post are to be read keeping in mind what IITians attempt to do during Saarang.Most of the failures described here bear absolute reference to the author's life and all characters portrayed here represent real life people. My first year at IIT was all about having fun though I distinctly remember that I used to study much more.Seniors were fun to hang around with and I was introduced to the great game of football.Hostel life was excellent although almost all of us localites could at best be described as quasi hostelites since we spent only about 4 nights in the hostel. But when I heard about Saarang and the possiblities one had with all the inflow of people (read females) into IIT during the same, it was a feeling of ecstacy.Pure joy.An IITian and this? Thats awesome.I put majar strat and joined to fight for the cause as a catering vol.For you see every person who came to Saarang need not attend every event.But they sure needed to grub!!! That wa...

A week has passed and college has been wonderful.Many things contributed for the this and you kinda hope that such studness could possibly continue into the whole semester though you ,heart of hearts, know the inevitable truth that such perfect conditions cannot recreate themselves .Which makes me quite sad. Many of my profs decided for some reason or another that the first week of college is not a time to start teaching.Apparently the second week is much more apt for such a beginning. But I do fear this semester in a way though.All the courses except maybe 2 are just so damn BORING.I almost slept off in the very first class of the semester!!! That cant be good? Quake has reached an all time high playing for me atleast.So much so that I actually stopped playing it for sometime (translate as when the power went I had no choice but to stop ). Footer seems to be losing favour with me though. After almost the 'best' game of my life yesterday (the following happened to me in n...

The title is one of my best excuses whenever someone asks me a question whose answer Im either ignorant of or choose to be ignorant of.However here it seems apt to describe the current hostel life albeit only three days have passed. One of the biggest changes to the hostel has been the private caterers in the mess.Somehow many people seem to dislike the food and prefer the old staff and the grub.I , however, feel that the new system is far more organised, efficient and overall gives a touch of "class" to the otherwise insipid mess of ours.One point I do feel pained about is that they seem to offer too many extras ergo multifold increase in the already staggering mess bills --- No pain , no gain? People seem to be engrossed in whatever they're doing which is strange because as I said already its been only three days since the semester dawned .So either they are mugging in advance(refer room no. #129,Narmad and #123,Mandak) , or they're caught up doing whatever ...

Finally the semester begins and Im back in the hostel.I never make New Year resolutions mainly coz I know that I will forget them the next day let lone keep up the damn things.So anyway here are the details of my holidays on reflection... The actual dates : 3rd Dec to 3rd Jan The dates due to Prof Hema Murthy and co whose assignments we procastinated to end of semester : 10th Dec to 3rd Jan Number of books I read : 1 (Digital Fortress - Dan Brown) Number of movies I saw : I cant count so much :P Number of good movies I saw : I can't remember any :( A new game learnt : Poker An old game played : Basketball Number of times I played quake which I thought would be my prime distraction in the holidays : 2 Number of live football matches I saw : 3 (Damn the CAS) Number of days I saw the football matches : 1 (Refer to the sentence in the brackets above) Number of old school friends I met up with : 3 (Sus, Shiva and Arjun) Number of old school friends I ...

I pride myself in maintaining a blog which more or less is updated enough number of times albeit the posts bordering on a triple point of insanity, stupidity and thankfully some mediocrity (the only sane part).Alas I realise now that the ironically , during the holidays I am unable to keep up with myself.The pain , The pain of it all... On a less theatrical note I am unable to actually give a reason for not updating my blog.I have been online atleast once in two days though it is usually to check the 50 odd mails of sheer idiocy and spamming which the tamgumbal churns out .Very enjoyable affair especially mail converasations such as Kabi : dont spam da Kabi : please dont spam da Satya : you stop da Me : Shut up Satya Arunachalam : Ya Satya shut up Kabi : Junta dont spam Ramk : Dei ovara irruke Me : ok Hardy : ok Arunachalam : ok Satya : Dont pain da Me : ok Hardy : ok Arunachalam : ok ... ad nauseum Its fun and it requires no activity from the brain...apart from ...

From forever there has been one actress on whom Ive had a crush.Its not as much a crush as a feeling of warmth on seeing the person albeit only on screen.A feeling of ah-there-she-is-,-there-she-is.That person is the beautiful Meg Ryan.Ok so she may not be the sexy babe or the hot chick, but Meg is what I would term unbelievably attractive.And I know some of my friends agree with me... And during the semester which faded away into the abyss but 2 weeks ago, I had gotten hold of a Meg classic, The City Of Angels.Alas I was half way through the movie when I realised the file was corrupt and it just stopped playing.I was distraught and tried in vain to get the movie somewhere else. Finally I got to see the film the day before yesterday.the movie was good though not great.But Meg was fabulous.And I am finally happy. ------------------------------- (Rereads the above lines) (Struck by terror, sheer terror) Damn I sound like a hopeless romantic.(!).But it is Meg Ryan.., --...

Its been a long time since I just wrote a post about nothing in particular.A post which comes from the mind, the heart and your soul, from the sheer nonsense that your existence thrives on and from the inexplicable neural signals which permeate your brain giving rise to the random thoughts and feelings that make you who you are... What about poker? Having watched a few "Poker Tour Finals" on tv (shows my level of joblessness) I somehow have come to like this game a lot.Unlike many other games and sports I think poker is also based not only on skill and practice (believe me it is still based on the former two) but also on the enigmatic thing called Luck.Lady Luck.The one thing scientists prefer to count as beyond their realm and mathematicians can but put a bound on.Thats the one thing nobody in this planet has successfully been able to control or even explain to a degree of satisfaction.And yet luck ,be it good or bad, seems to be behind some of the greatest things in the ...

(Act 1 scene 1) Many many years ago there was a IITian.He was on the threshold of a new semester, the fifth semester.A dreaded semester he was told.A semester filled with dark and deadly courses all of which had potentially fatal tasks which were innocently termed "assignments".Alas someone forgot to remind the protogonist of this blog that assignments are best nipped in the bud.He chose to let them grow... ... (Act 999 Scene 1) We join the hero feverishly working away on his beastly assignments.As he looked around the aircondtioned dungeon where the apparatus to perform the tasks were found, aka DCF, he realised he was alone.Alone in the cold and poorly lit room.(The room wasnt poorly lit ;but saying it was brightly lit doesnt suit too well with the situation).Sadly it wasnt that the other valiant characters of his branch had finished their work; they just found it simpler to work in their abodes. (Act ? Scene ?) Enough of this childish crap.What I am trying to...

The terror of fifth semester is now behind me.Atleast mostly.When God created the Comp Sc department he made it too peaceful.Having realised his own folly, he added a simple yet painful component since he wanted to make life a little less peaceful for these deserving souls.Alas he added the assignments. ASSignments.And how many ... Without realising the true difficulty of the situation or perhaps realising it and deciding that procastination is the only solution, all the Herculeans Tasks were rescheduled for after the exams.Ergo the deadlines are next week(2 days is the earliest one).The assignments are to be begun... Waving a hand or wishing the work away doesnt help, but for today I decided to ostracise myself from the plethora of progrmming which lays in front of me.Perhaps tommorrow I may rue this decision but then today I want to just peace out.So far peace out => Quake, movies, Quake, doing nothing, Quake ,etc. Before I forget , there is one thing I wanted to blog about...

Is there noone to comfort me in my hour of need? Physics the bane of the world proved itself indeed, The pain and the torture are multiplied 10 times over, Like the agony of getting dumped by your lover. Alas for the AI folk, they have to start mugging as if this was all a joke, But for the rest of us given up souls We have to find some place to dig our holes. I see no light at the end of the path, I shall stop before there's too much fart But then the final deathblow remains, When we look for the grades next to our names No other time has an alphabet been so important, But then I ask, is it really that significant, For life goes on ,relentless and eternal So we must put this behind us and say "Arre, chal..."

Ok so I said I wouldnt use titles.I just felt a title would be appropriate today. Now that 4/6 of my exams are through, I feel more relaxed.Tis another fact that I havent done my end sems even close to how I wanted to do, but then whats done is done. On a sudden whim I went home friday and thats probably the reason why I couldnt blog during the weekend.I was Sunday but the C slot portions was so intimidating that I restrained from blogging.Not that anything much happened.B slot, ANN and C slot have all reared their ugly heads and have been fought off in a less than impressive fashion.Physics the bane of the world and OR the unpredictable remain to be vanquished. Sanjeev the Noble and his partner-in-mind Helmet the Pseud shall rise to the challenge once again.But only after Helmet the Pseud enjoys some free time and Sanjeev the Noble relaxes in blissful glory. The irony in the story is , the real work begins only after the endsems finish coz the assignments which our branch...

Whats wrong with me??? I have an insatiable urge to blog at the most unusual times .For example when I have a rape level exam tommorrow studying for which is as useless as ... as useless as... the most useless thing (I am not as creative as I thought :( ).Anyways I just was thinking about my current obsessions with some Tamil songs. Currently I listen to only 2 songs (atleast for 2 days now).As in only the same two songs played over and over.Why? Thats my question too.Basically I think that last year I got to listen to zuck Tam music .Make that zuck music.Coz back then I didnt use my comp as an enterntainment device (I didnt use my laptop much) and my music sources (FM,MTV,etc) were being rudely ignored for lack of time mostly. Anyways so all that music drought has made me get addicted to whichever song I hear.Thats strange coz the reason I used to love FM was the variety and that the same song didnt repeat much.Well as they say, things change...people change. The songs I am n...

I didnt want to add a title for this post.First of all, I shouldnt be blogging.I have soo much work.Mugging basically.The quintessential bane of an IITians perfect life.Alas it isalso the barrier between me and my one month of R&R.Though what can be more R&R than normal hostel life you ask... Why is there no title for this blog, you ask? Well basically, I was going through my old posts (really fun thing to do) when I realised my current posts dont have the same feeling about them as the ones of the past.Those are more "today I did this.yesterday somebody did that.Pseud.Give up" and the like.Somehow I think I was able to express myself more then when I blogged sparsely. Anywho(what the fuck is this word and how this enter my vocab?), today I woke up strangly confused at around 6:50 to realise it was only 6:50.I had slept at around 2 after trying to finish some A slot portions.All I did today was sit in my room and study Networks and occasionally check mail and pl...

I was very angry today when I came back to my room from home.Pained with life and especially with my "friend" Rajsekar who called me and said something to do in some assignment.But I cant blame him.I hadnt done anything for it anyways.And the truth was I more pained with myself than anyone else.I hadnt done anything useful at home.Nor did I ever wish to.Home was like a place away from all the mugging, from all the psyching, from all the distractions(wait I am highly distracted at home by the tv but here I am distracted by everything else) and finally home is a place where you can do nothing and still feel no guilt about it. So much said Im slightly happy to be in hostel.Not that I have done anything great here since I came.Not much progress viz-a-vis the assignment.Nothing mugged.Not at home.Very depressed(sleisha depressed atleast). Anyways the point is I saw this site and everything was better (atleast momentarily): God Hope u like it...

Me am very happy to come second in Creative Writing.The piece wasnt titled when I sent it, I wonder why not.So here's the (Basically the first stanza was given and we were asked to continue) Titleless Limerick (Much applause appreciated) Adi-dasa the ever-ambitious sadhoo Burnt his feet walking the fire-bed through So the next time, he ran on the coals With hidden padding on his soles And invented the first ever sports shoe. His friend who he called Ri-Bok Who was once in a state of shock Since he was very cold Some clothes he rolled And wore them to create the world's first sock. There was yet another creative dude Nikey, though many considered him rude He overdid things a bit His motto Just Do It He even ran the streets in the nude. The three were very close friends The pioneers of many many trends They cheated a lot Bought things which were "hot" And claimed the means were justified by the ends. Once there was a bitter dispute ...