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[My stats rose... so the blogroll's active, and I think a few of you have added me into your feeds too. Neat.]
Haven’t I said this enough times already, I hate vacations! The dreariness, the boredom, the fretful search for “fun things to do in vacations”… ugh, having fun is such a pain in the… neck. (One of my next year’s resolutions is going to be to swear less… which will probably imply that I’ll be saying 60% less words in a day.)
Hell, even the telly’s boring. The MTVs, the Channel Vs, the ESPNs, and the Zooms, ugh, pitifully boring. The only saving grace is the Great Indian Laughter Challenge, now being telecast as the Laughter Knights (ha ha, so punny!), which is really fun to watch every night at 9p.m. (all those nerd types still in campus, ask the likes of Menace or, whatsisname, Deo to get them for you.)
Uh oh, I realized now that placements are going on… that’s why folks are still in campus… shit, I feel stupid. Another of my new year’s resolution would be to be egotistical, narcissistic, and selfish (Okay, whatever, more than I was already… khush!), and therefore allow me to shamelessly say that I have managed to get myself a good job with a healthy pay-package and that I’m Loving It! (Screw you McDonald’s! … Screw isn’t a swear-word, you can ask Sashi or Scientist if you doubt.)
Will anyone even read this? I doubt. I think “Renderkid”, his parents named him Bhargava (ha!) would, I think Kulbir would, I know I have. Yawn. Well, at the least the average IQ of the readers is much above the world average.
yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwn
*yaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnn*
*stretches*
*twists*
*yaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnnnnnssssssss*
*scratches head*
*scratches balls*
*yaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnnnns*
huh? what? I’m up? already? Shit, I’m not ready… See you in a bit.
… but then again
agar I’ve logged in toh I might as well write some crap… I had to get my laptop fixed today (I, BTW, own a Toshiba); my hinge got thukofied so, well, usi ko theek karane. (I have a 3 year warranty, but they said the warranty didn’t cover that… wtbh!) Anyways, so theek-veek karwa diya and then, you know me, I started chatting the banda up. I asked him ki what to do taki the hinge stays safe for, at least, another 2-3 years. The d00d said, and hold your breath nah… weak though it may be, it’s still the punchline, “don’t open and close your lid too many times”! Aha! Kya Idea! (Please, please, please, please…and ek aur please… one phatta) It changed my life!
Okay, that’s it.
happy blogger’s day…
… I wanna stop here. Isse zyada likhunga toh it’ll spoil the effect.
short?!
kal se many times I’ve heard that my posts are short (&& (sweet || !crisp || someOtherCrap))… wth! You want Ramayana and Mahabharata just do a bloody Google! (I kinda liked cuil.com, but Google toh Google re!)
Of the many points I have against writing mammoth posts, the most salient one is that … well, because others hain nah!
Anyways, crapping isn’t the point (today). Blogger’s Day is gonna be held on the 30th of August (and I’m gonna be at home slouching in front of the telly with a glass of coke and a plate of chicken sandwiches watching MTV (Enjoy!)) I attended a meeting yesterday (20080820) where _we_ discussed blogging and its pathetic and miserable state in IIIT(-H) these days. Ab agar any of you “wonderful folks” were vellah enough to view this post (&& (wereNotInTheMeetingYesterday && areAnInterestedIIITian)) do do whatever they want you to do on Blogger’s Day (and _don’t_ you dare thinking of running away home! You miserable pissant!)
exit, stage left…
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So why don’t you blog anymore?
Oh, I dunno. I just don’t feel like it. It’s a bit too impersonal and I’m finding equivocating a tad bit too hard.
Does that mean you won’t blog anymore?
Not really, no. I might write once in a while. Truth be told, I’m not much of an online reader, and most of the times that I do read online, it’s work-related. I’m also not much of a news-follower and most of the times I hardly know what’s going on in the rest of the world. It becomes really hard for me to post _impersonal_ stuff, hence.
What about the frustoo posts?
Ugh, I don’t think anyone likes ‘em. Come on, who will? Also, I’m not exactly an emo so I don’t even manage those that well.
This isn’t making much sense.
I know, right? Totally pointless. Wanna grab a cuppa?
Sure, let’s go.
of torn posters and niklo-ing heroes
Ah, i missed the scene. It’s been such a long time and I hadn’t posted any crap; all the crap kept accumulating in my head till I reached such a stage that I began feeling like a clogged up drain in a public toilet. It’s time to flush. Sadly, being a sulabh-sauchalaya, water is a bit of a problem. That’s all right though, where I work there’s no limit on the amount of soft-drinks we’re allowed to guzzle down in one day. Soft drink it is then. I guess, I’ll choose coke.
I hate vacations, man. I miss talking to friends. I even miss the weekly cogsci meetings. Yup, really. Thankfully, after this academic year ends, we won’t ever have summer vacations. (I’m saying “thankfully” now… I’ll hate that fact later.)
Ugh, man. I’ve gotta skip. I’d better get back to guzzling down free soft-drinks and pretending that I’m working when in all actuality I’m just following Scientist’s credo.
_shifted…
… to a better place. the only reason i’ve stopped writing here is coz i’ve found a newer and better place to fill with crap. that place is … well, more private. (lite.. i’m maintaining a diary now… and i can’t write everywhere, can i?)
so… arrivederci!
of wednesdays…
man! today’s a wednesday… a day right in the middle of the [working man's] week. can’t wait for today to end and tomorrow to begin, but tomorrow’s a thursday (and hence, also not a week-end) and that’ll make tomorrow suck too. ptch!
BTW, i’ve actually realized something and i’d like to retract all the idealistic bull-crap i’ve been flinging. in order to be clearly heard and to be paid attention to, one has to tower over the rest of the (also shouting) people… for that one needs to climb atop a stage or a podium.
i leave it to you to subC the metaphors.
of a tale untold…
WARNING: apart from the title there’s nothing interesting about the post.
have you ever seen those squashed frogs on the road? i saw 4 today, and it got me wondering… how would it feel like to be run-over and get squashed by a (very) fast-moving giant object?
i thought, and i pondered, and i mused, and i cogitated, and i ruminated… and then i got it. we do know what it feels like; all of us. we’ve all been squashed too. only in our case the fast-moving giant object is metaphysical, rather than physical – as was the case with the poor frogs (or were they toads?).
[[don't ask me where i got the title from... i've lately realized of all the things i hate the most, choosing titles for articles and writing subjects for missives are right at the top]]
