Strike One!

As if the last few days werent hard enough, I had to get this mail now. What a timing!

Wake up one "fine" day, and I get a mail from one Mr. John Gardner. Kept asking myself where I heard the name before. Then I chanced upon the title of the mail. It read "Reviewed Application". Then my heart missed a beat. This was the dreaded moment. And tadatada....This is what the mail read......................

We have finished reviewing your Application for Admission into the Industrial
Engineering program at the University of Minnesota.  I regret to inform you
that we have denied your request for admission into our program.  We have
returned your file to the Graduate School, who should be sending you official
notification of our decision through the mail.

We thank you for your interest in our program and I wish you the best in your
academic future.

Sincerely,

So there it was. My first app bump. One down. Lots to go :)

Give the dog a bone

Saarang is finally here and I still cant feel it.
The vibe aint there. But the people are there.
The excitement aint there. But the media is all over.
Maybe it is because of the constant involvement.

Anyway after an interesting inaugaral ceremony (with Rajiv Menon being the guest), things got a bit better. I found the classical music show to be , surprisingly, interesting. Not a bad way to start the fest. But the best event so far has been the Nagesh kukunoor lecture. His simplicity won the audience's hearts. He connected with the crowd unbelievably well. Thts "Hyderabadi" for you! (Just like yours truly :D)

With Choreo night coming up tonight, it sure is going to be an evening to look forward to for more reasons than one. :)

P.S: I have recorded parts of Kukonoor's Q&A section. Let me see what I can do with it.

Change of seasons

After a frantic December and January, I will be taking a much-needed break. Heading to Hyderabad for the next 4 days. Will be back on Sunday and after that we have Saarang :D

So its gonna be a fun and relaxing time ahead

Btw i have kept my New Year resolution of repairing my computer and uploading the pics of my wingmates :)

Wing damage

This blog is dedicated to my dearest wingmates. So without much ado, i present you blah blah blah


Gautam

The moustache is to remind him that he is a man. He should have joined the cops, wonder what he is doing here.

Do i need to say anything about this???


The mouth



Who is next????


The mouth after 30 years!!

Our Mallu chettaaa

Aaaeeeeiiiiii!!! Where is my Shakeela??




So who was it yest??

Sassyman



Sorry dude, this was the best pic i could get of urs! :P



I got no clue what he is doing under the mouth and mallu boy

Bulb



Bulb on his comp


Bulb on his comp the next day

The story goes on and on and on.......


This is what exists in my wing so you now know what i put up with everyday :(

Status seeker

It had been a gloomy December and an even gloomier January ( so far). After 21 days into our placements, I finally got shortlisted for a company today (Yeaaaiiiii!!!)

Now to scour the wing for shoes and belt for the interview :)


P.S: Pics of my "dearest" wingmates will be up at a blog near you :D

The last stop???

Time: 1536 hours, January 5th 2006
Location: My room

Look! It's moving. It's alive. It's alive... It's alive, it's moving, it's alive, it's alive, it's alive, it's alive, IT'S ALIVE!

ITS MY COMPUTER!!!!!! ITS BACK!!!!!

My precious is back and kicking ass big time.....

ok rewind......

Time: 1411 hours, Sometime in December
Location: Sass's room

I hate linux....i cant use half the commands and if not for its graphic interface, samba i would be like a goat in a butcher's shop listening to the sharpening of the blades ...the sound of inevitability (I love agent smith for some reason).

ok forward a bit

Time: 1123 hours, January 2nd, 2006
Location: My room

The computer service guy arrives. He fiddles with my precious. It flutters. Shows signs of life. Yes, come on I know you can do it. Just a bit more. Almost there. YYYEEEEESSSSSS!! Its back. The BIOS screen runs, and then....and then comes the blue screen of death! Alas! My joy was shortlived. The comp guy takes it with him.

A bit more forward

Time: 1310 hours, January 4th 2006
Location: At a traffic police patrol opposite spencer

Sir, we and all students sir....we cant pay that much sir (that was after blowing coupla quids on new years). That was me putting student senti to a cop. We have almost mastered that art. We have tried it on auto drivers, taxi guys, Ad block staff and.....Basically the Prime Minister's Office is left out so far. They are on top of the hitlist. Anyway, I was hoping this senti would work. But cop looked least interested and I feared the worst. I definitely didnt want to pay him a thousand bucks just because the vehicle's insurance expired. After spending 20 mins with 4 cops who did nothing but threaten that they would shower me with expletives, i decided to part with 1000 bucks, 1100 to be exact. With a heavy heart I handed him over the money and all that time I kept thinking of the things I could have done with it. Life Sucks... So does the New Year.

Just then, the cop (who was counting the cash till now) looks at me and tells me "Son, You look like a nice educated boy" (He says it in tam, no enthu to translate).

Immediately I look around to confirm if he is talking about somebody behind me. Nice? Educated? Hunh! What was that guy on??

He continues " Thats why I wont charge you the entire amount. I will charge you only for 300 bucks". I immediately beam like the Sun god himself. I was glad to have met this compassionate cop, who takes mercy on "nice", "educated" people. But the wicked man above , you see, had other intentions. It was not without its price. For the next 15 minutes I talk to the cop about IIT, Civil engineering, influence of computers, Operations Research, his son who works in London, his first daughter who is working in a s/w company and something about his second daughter which I frankly didnt care a damn about. I was talking to a cop in the middle of the road, in the middle of the day about his family. He soon let me off to catch somebody else, who was driving in the wrong lane. Yeaiiii!!! That is my ticket to freedom. One man's misery is another's glee....

The things I had to endure for getting a computer repaired......AAARRRRGGGHHHHh

Ok....whats wrong with this remote....

Time: 2325 hours, January 4th, 2006
Location: My room

Still no word from them. They said they would call. What happened?? Something sounds strange. Is it just me or is my computer calling out to me. I can still recollect the fond memories of me, my comp and my stolen Common room chair. Will wait one more day...then i have to go in....Behind enemy lines it is.

Baaaahh.....still forward

Time: 1504 hours, January 5th 2006
Location: My room again

It was a warm summer day. The sun was beaming as brightly as Sass's Colgate tooth.

I get a call.
I answer it.
I look up.
I see my room.
And outside......it is my computer!!!!! At last she is back. My precious!!

Gosh! The things I had to do to get the comp running.

Now, where is the bluetooth?

I swear on my wingmates, I shall upload the pics asap and shall not rest till then......else I will change my name to Rahul :P