boredom more than often leads one to utter depths of nonsensical activities of which taking an IQ test online probably wins d gold.
this however has lead me to a revelation that i have a 160+ IQ, as good as Einstien's...i always knew that, here is a certificate...
now thats what i call bull shit...infact lets raise the abuse to the nth power and end this issue here.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
full stop..Ph.D...NEVER!!!!
Never realized how lovely this tinsy winsy little dot looks at the end. Especially at the end of a hugely crazy piece of script which no one's ever gonna bother about. Done with my thesis man!So done...
Especially after like having indefinite number of drafts being named and renamed ingeniously from the 1st one simply saved as "done" and then followed by "finally done", "final at last", "hopefully final", "finally final", "fucking final"...the actual word file that got printed didn't have any such lucrative tags and it's mundane title "New Microsoft Office Word Document (1).docx" simply sounded divine.. the final dot, the end of it all.
Why did a simple "cut copy paste" funda get so freaky i still don't no...my memory refuses to delve back into those 5 sleepless days and nights. irony of it all....reading and re-reading and endless proof-reading still didn't allow us a thesis even close enough to being perfect...i shudn't be using the reference of perfection....our cover page title was messed...hehe
all in all....this entire fiasco just re-directed my future prospects....n i aint kidding....no more thesis ever......so no more Ph.D...that's that....
so what's next...done with submissions....presentations scheduled....got a job... (lousy) i know...and bookin tickets for singapore!!!!!! i want to end this blog with a full stop, so here goes.
Especially after like having indefinite number of drafts being named and renamed ingeniously from the 1st one simply saved as "done" and then followed by "finally done", "final at last", "hopefully final", "finally final", "fucking final"...the actual word file that got printed didn't have any such lucrative tags and it's mundane title "New Microsoft Office Word Document (1).docx" simply sounded divine.. the final dot, the end of it all.
Why did a simple "cut copy paste" funda get so freaky i still don't no...my memory refuses to delve back into those 5 sleepless days and nights. irony of it all....reading and re-reading and endless proof-reading still didn't allow us a thesis even close enough to being perfect...i shudn't be using the reference of perfection....our cover page title was messed...hehe
all in all....this entire fiasco just re-directed my future prospects....n i aint kidding....no more thesis ever......so no more Ph.D...that's that....
so what's next...done with submissions....presentations scheduled....got a job... (lousy) i know...and bookin tickets for singapore!!!!!! i want to end this blog with a full stop, so here goes.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
freaky Chakra...
Sunday again.....where was i last sunday?? on my way back home....after 10 whole days of intense retrospection....This sunday, i am back to square one.... Yet again, what is square one for me...it'l be more prudent to be back in the CIRCLE, which hasn't got any designated ones and tens, thankfully!
Frankly speaking, i dont have the slightest idea of what the following words are going to be. When i can think of doing something better, perhaps i'll stop typing.
I just thought of sleeping....great!
Frankly speaking, i dont have the slightest idea of what the following words are going to be. When i can think of doing something better, perhaps i'll stop typing.
I just thought of sleeping....great!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
today....last vipassana day
actually yesterday ie, for its 12.15 am now.....umm...lets ignore the 15 mins and its still today!
was the 11 th day of my 1st ever vipassana experience....the day i was released and have realized the actual depths of the term stone-buttedness.
9 days are really long. The 10th day....we TALK!! and even better if possible, are spoken to. What a feeling! I have actually passed 300 people every day without even smiling at most of them. I am compelled to use the term "most of them" as some were like me, who were meant to be of a little loose character and smiled and i was perhaps the most baggiest for i even whispered thrice(i think )with my room mate, and she was a complete sky bag for one night she hogged on CHIPS!!! She was my anchor to sanity.
But after completion of this whole "have yet to concoct an adjective for no existing ones can satiate me" experience, my still fragile and jittery mind is certain of a second, third, fourth and so on helpings coz BOSS! it works.
1stly,i have never laughed so much, absolute hysteria and without any material stimulus, its freaking fantabulous..2ndly, UMUL got engaged!!!!! 10 days back there wasn't even a guy in realm and she is ENGAGED!! Gods must be crazy. You want to bless, fine, but there HAS to be some limit. Giving me my tiara, my longing of last 18 months for mere span of 10 days of doing nothing! truly gods are crazy.
That was the 1st piece of news that reached me on day 10th, after the noble silence mandate was revoked. Then slowly and steadily we were ensnared. People I just noticed prior on were my best mates faster then i blinked. Day 10 ended at 2 AM, after relishing well preserved khakras and biscuits, sneaking past all the sevikas and gurujis, exploring all the possible kopchas which can house our ever expanding gang, amidst all the nocturnal creeps, and best of all with music & gossip. What a way to close the book!
My day 11, is ending here in this page, few highlights of this day.
From Igatputi to Vashi.
We boarded a train crazily crowded knowing fully well it'l stop at our required station "thane" only to know we were wrong and we ended up STANDING for 2 hours being pushed and stamped and abused only to alights at "Kalyan" during peak traffic hours. Obvious, had to board another train back to "thane" facing even better reception in an even fuller bogie if possible.
Thane to Vashi (my home town) ride was fortunately devoid of all adventures.
My mom.
She made chicken, prawns, paneer and kheer!! food is a mighty aphrodisiac. Moms are gods best friends, gods are crazy. i am so sorry mom i hurt you so often.
Dad. IN kOLKATA AND GOING CRAZY. He finally heard my voice. My voice is the sweetest.
My sermons. Suffice to say i stripped my memory naked.
Sonu. My sonu.
Umul's gift. Truly oblighed to all the staff of FOTOLITE (center one) who edited the pics,printed them, cropped them to fit the frame, packed the frame, gift wrapped it twice, all in 15 minutes and above all, tolerated my mania. bless all.
Umul's fiance. 9/10. the jeans yaar!! thats all.
Umul. My UMUL. umul GOT ENGAGED!!
Home again!! and GOD ARE YOU CRAZY!! AVINASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God you are sooo not sane. please i request you to now stop being so nice to me. i want to believe in misery. Avi was so so so so sweet. What timing!
Neha. i miss you. Piu, thanks for hearing me, GOd you rock. Goenkaji. thanks a ton.
to all, BHAVATU SABYA MANGALAM.
P.S. Please suggest synonyms for "crazy" and i mean the punctuations, esp. (!)
was the 11 th day of my 1st ever vipassana experience....the day i was released and have realized the actual depths of the term stone-buttedness.
9 days are really long. The 10th day....we TALK!! and even better if possible, are spoken to. What a feeling! I have actually passed 300 people every day without even smiling at most of them. I am compelled to use the term "most of them" as some were like me, who were meant to be of a little loose character and smiled and i was perhaps the most baggiest for i even whispered thrice(i think )with my room mate, and she was a complete sky bag for one night she hogged on CHIPS!!! She was my anchor to sanity.
But after completion of this whole "have yet to concoct an adjective for no existing ones can satiate me" experience, my still fragile and jittery mind is certain of a second, third, fourth and so on helpings coz BOSS! it works.
1stly,i have never laughed so much, absolute hysteria and without any material stimulus, its freaking fantabulous..2ndly, UMUL got engaged!!!!! 10 days back there wasn't even a guy in realm and she is ENGAGED!! Gods must be crazy. You want to bless, fine, but there HAS to be some limit. Giving me my tiara, my longing of last 18 months for mere span of 10 days of doing nothing! truly gods are crazy.
That was the 1st piece of news that reached me on day 10th, after the noble silence mandate was revoked. Then slowly and steadily we were ensnared. People I just noticed prior on were my best mates faster then i blinked. Day 10 ended at 2 AM, after relishing well preserved khakras and biscuits, sneaking past all the sevikas and gurujis, exploring all the possible kopchas which can house our ever expanding gang, amidst all the nocturnal creeps, and best of all with music & gossip. What a way to close the book!
My day 11, is ending here in this page, few highlights of this day.
From Igatputi to Vashi.
We boarded a train crazily crowded knowing fully well it'l stop at our required station "thane" only to know we were wrong and we ended up STANDING for 2 hours being pushed and stamped and abused only to alights at "Kalyan" during peak traffic hours. Obvious, had to board another train back to "thane" facing even better reception in an even fuller bogie if possible.
Thane to Vashi (my home town) ride was fortunately devoid of all adventures.
My mom.
She made chicken, prawns, paneer and kheer!! food is a mighty aphrodisiac. Moms are gods best friends, gods are crazy. i am so sorry mom i hurt you so often.
Dad. IN kOLKATA AND GOING CRAZY. He finally heard my voice. My voice is the sweetest.
My sermons. Suffice to say i stripped my memory naked.
Sonu. My sonu.
Umul's gift. Truly oblighed to all the staff of FOTOLITE (center one) who edited the pics,printed them, cropped them to fit the frame, packed the frame, gift wrapped it twice, all in 15 minutes and above all, tolerated my mania. bless all.
Umul's fiance. 9/10. the jeans yaar!! thats all.
Umul. My UMUL. umul GOT ENGAGED!!
Home again!! and GOD ARE YOU CRAZY!! AVINASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God you are sooo not sane. please i request you to now stop being so nice to me. i want to believe in misery. Avi was so so so so sweet. What timing!
Neha. i miss you. Piu, thanks for hearing me, GOd you rock. Goenkaji. thanks a ton.
to all, BHAVATU SABYA MANGALAM.
P.S. Please suggest synonyms for "crazy" and i mean the punctuations, esp. (!)
Sunday, May 17, 2009
cant think of any title...
Finally someone read my blog, and that has led me to evolve a new found respect towards my own writing. Having endured the regular conundrums of my never ending academic life, I realize how habitual I am to the comforts, dare I call them, of being a student. It is no small matter of consequence that I have been a student for over 20 years now, might as well enjoy …endure…a bit more.
For, as I see the last day drawing ever so near, june 30th ie, the obvious jubilation is somehow marred by the inconceivable abyss that lies ahead.
I am going to be 23. I am no longer a vulnerable youth allowed of nonsensical redundancy. I ought to liable for my actions…..am I making any sense!!!!!
If this continues, I’ll scare away the away my only patron and again this blog page will be in the doldrums of solitude.
Well lets c what more can be added to fill the page….hmm….starting Wednesday, I’ll be observing “noble silence” as prescribed by Mr. Goenkaji for hopefully ten days. Though I am told by all who know me that if the only time I ever sprint in my whole unexercised life, it’ll be during this venture. I so wish I could whole heartedly disagree with them, but they are my true friends. My sole conviction and only solace is that vipassana , if fails to achieve everything it desires of me, will atleast take away substantial portion of my weight as a consolation prize.
Mundane and highly superficial outlook ought to be criticized!!
Resignation to inevitable evils is the duty of us all. (J. A.)
For, as I see the last day drawing ever so near, june 30th ie, the obvious jubilation is somehow marred by the inconceivable abyss that lies ahead.
I am going to be 23. I am no longer a vulnerable youth allowed of nonsensical redundancy. I ought to liable for my actions…..am I making any sense!!!!!
If this continues, I’ll scare away the away my only patron and again this blog page will be in the doldrums of solitude.
Well lets c what more can be added to fill the page….hmm….starting Wednesday, I’ll be observing “noble silence” as prescribed by Mr. Goenkaji for hopefully ten days. Though I am told by all who know me that if the only time I ever sprint in my whole unexercised life, it’ll be during this venture. I so wish I could whole heartedly disagree with them, but they are my true friends. My sole conviction and only solace is that vipassana , if fails to achieve everything it desires of me, will atleast take away substantial portion of my weight as a consolation prize.
Mundane and highly superficial outlook ought to be criticized!!
Resignation to inevitable evils is the duty of us all. (J. A.)
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Running d last leg...
got my project....genetic study it seems....all my genes are going to do a tap dance when i finish these 6 months....
incase wondering what this writeup aims to do...nothing....just ensuring that the google people dont close my account due to inactivity....
i still want to have this account for i might develop some sense of creative writing some day...and to open another account will seem too much of a bother....
my laziness has forgotten all bounds....completely given up reading, not even seeing movies....
thank god for giving me the privilege of so much leisure....
incase wondering what this writeup aims to do...nothing....just ensuring that the google people dont close my account due to inactivity....
i still want to have this account for i might develop some sense of creative writing some day...and to open another account will seem too much of a bother....
my laziness has forgotten all bounds....completely given up reading, not even seeing movies....
thank god for giving me the privilege of so much leisure....
Friday, December 5, 2008
politically incorrect...factually irrelevant
so what happened to the spirit of mumbai...the outcome of all the protests, the anguished public being out on the streets....i hear that we have a new CM..some chauhan...who dwells in the belief that " people of Maharashtra are not interested who becomes CM."....this very unusual comment came as defence against the objections raised by our dear old Rane saab who very passionately feels that he should have been given the top job, he is definitely more experienced.
but then who isnt. Our PM candidacy is being contested by 80+ advani and the 75+ current PM is m sure doing a great job as well. There is definitely the golden policy of "old being gold" in the indian DEMOCRACY!!
the deputy CM...bhujbal....why does his name remind me of the Telgi scam...
Are we really to bother who becomes what...for do we really have a say,I am certain that the running the country is no mean affair, and i am certainly not interested. Its much easier to sit in my cosy chair and curse these old fools trying their level best to deceive those who can can be deceived that they are SERVING the mother nation...
i was seeing the movie sarkar....& a typical line struck me....when that "rashid" fellow tells "sarkar" that nothing can go on in the docks without his permission.....
we actually had so much arms n ammunition and rdx popularly believed to be imported and channeled via the coast....didnt our PRO-MARATHI leaders know anything about it....for the coastal region is the most prominant vote bank.
its a sadistic thought, but i am glad that for once the so called high society had to bear the grunts of our impotent system, but will it generate enough heat. And even after all this, the only concern of the netas are who'll get the gaddi....
yaar...kuch to sharam karo.
but then who isnt. Our PM candidacy is being contested by 80+ advani and the 75+ current PM is m sure doing a great job as well. There is definitely the golden policy of "old being gold" in the indian DEMOCRACY!!
the deputy CM...bhujbal....why does his name remind me of the Telgi scam...
Are we really to bother who becomes what...for do we really have a say,I am certain that the running the country is no mean affair, and i am certainly not interested. Its much easier to sit in my cosy chair and curse these old fools trying their level best to deceive those who can can be deceived that they are SERVING the mother nation...
i was seeing the movie sarkar....& a typical line struck me....when that "rashid" fellow tells "sarkar" that nothing can go on in the docks without his permission.....
we actually had so much arms n ammunition and rdx popularly believed to be imported and channeled via the coast....didnt our PRO-MARATHI leaders know anything about it....for the coastal region is the most prominant vote bank.
its a sadistic thought, but i am glad that for once the so called high society had to bear the grunts of our impotent system, but will it generate enough heat. And even after all this, the only concern of the netas are who'll get the gaddi....
yaar...kuch to sharam karo.
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