End Semester Blues.

The boredom of being surrounded by job talk and app talk.
Strained Si/Compressively strained SiGe dual channel MOSFETs and their troubling threshold voltage curves.
Retorting to my professor every time, which isn't helping the cause.
Making the last effort to get over That 70s show by watching the whole boring 8th Season in one stretch.
Coming to know of the babe value of Mila Kunis as a result, and watching the older episodes in a new light.
Refusing to take the solicitous advice from father.
Deciding not to spend more than a year of my life working for a corporate, finally.
Frequenting thoughts of an old friend and the mistake he made in life.

Anyway. For all you 70s show buggers. Here's a review of the whole thing.

Season 1.
Season 1 is not in the same class of seasons 2 and 3. Its doesnt have the flow of the other seasons and most of the humour came from Fez alone. Donna is a drag and Jackie hardly had any part to play. Kelso is good as always. Hyde comes to his own in the second half of the season. Yeah, about that. This season has some of the best circle scenes in the show. The best performer of the season without doubt is Eric. His adolescent naivety carries many episodes like Streaking, Battle Of The Sexists, Drive In, Thanksgiving, First Date and Prom Night.
The Top 3 Episodes :
That Disco Episode (Totally hilarious)
Thanksgiving (Sleazy humour. But very very funny)
The Water Tower (In this one Kelso falls of the water tower while the gang was painting a giant pot leaf on it. At least one guy falls of the tower in each of the eight seasons)

The Exam Hall

Wandering eyes.
The morning cold stings through the long metal armrests on either side.
The girl in the front row tucks away her pen. She'll crack the test because the questions paper is probably the same from last year, and she would have solved it two times over. She yawns as she looks around and touches her curls. Daylight gleams of her white skin. I want to hide inside her. Know her dreams.
I get up and walk towards the water can to sneak a look from the front of the hall.
Two men walk around for the signatures
White answer sheets. Fountain pens. The aisle rising up and narrowing down.
I am empty. In the middle of daylight. And dreams.

Confession

My inherent disposition to stay lazy makes me brag about work. I don't think I was made to do work.
What I will do is stop cribbing. :)

The other kind.

This is the dumber kind. She even has a community called "Biharis+Education=DeadlyCombo".
Read the whole thing here

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To be

If I thought highly or my art, why would I want to become famous ? Why would I want to leave my work to the vulnerability of another judgement ? Ironically, confidence apparently is the key to being rich and famous.
This is my objection towards the writers of self help books.
Jah : Why can't we all just be ?

Arbitness

Hyde fried a frog.
Jah : And it is alive.

The crappy world rant

I have a good friend who went a little mad on that brilliant movie, like the others who changed their desktop wallpapers to match the moving-green-characters-on-black motif, or like my prof in last semester's German literature class who brought the name up while discussing Kant's Critique Of Pure Reason. I can mimic the agent and vividly remember the fighting scenes thanks to the hundred times this friend, who also happens to live next door, has shown them to me on his comp; but otherwise I don't dig things like virtual reality and didn't bother to understand what it was that the white bearded old man actually said. Certain questions that I think the movie asks however, have been on my mind of late. Thought I'll post them up now, even if that means I'm breaking a tradition this blog has. What the hell.

This is about how unfair this world is. ( And no, its not the blaming society crap again. I don't blame anyone as such. In fact I tend to think everything that happens is a result of randomness that prevailed in the early stages of evolution of the universe. ) Yeah but the system that we have has the peasant who grows the food I eat poorer than I. We have investment banks that generate more income than economies of most nations by merely utilizing what basically are loopholes and by doing no productive activity. It is not fair, and if your notion of fairness has an element which transcends from balance sheets and productivity indices, you'll be as convinced as I. The question to be asked however is if the system is crappy.

Would we have been better off say in a world where everything ran fair and square. Where the work you did brought the rewards it deserved, and only what it deserved. Where the people with skill were recognized, and the others were reduced to jobs like running stock markets. Where submissiveness was eliminated entirely. A system which had the laws made based on a majority decision and had them enforced in such fashion so that no petty mishap is left unnoticed or unpunished. A system that could as well been implemented in a computer program.

I believe that any argument is useless, for objective solutions do not exist. A human is human because he succumbs to his perception, and it is impossible for his whims to coexist with laws or rules that basically are constraints on free will. On the other hand there is no denying that order and control are important for the sustaining civilization and ensuring a progressive atmosphere. But then is everyone clear about what progress means ? What are our established social orders based on if not on random factors. Most importantly what right does anyone have to mess with my notions of right and wrong ?

So were I to be given the choice to be plugged into a computer where I could do what I wanted, what are the reasons I could give to refuse ?

Jah : I think I know why randomness increases in the universe.

Jah's Saturday

Order of events.
Waking up to an innocuous looking afternoon after nightout in the Lab.
The Crappy Lunch at CR-C1.
The arrival of Narmad's Prodigal Widow.
Putting in Red's room.
Watching two episodes of '70s show in Red's room.
Playing with Red's costume in the Narmad play. Donning his hat and painfully untangling the tie.
Returning to the newly configured room where the bed spans for 75% of the total area.
Trying to teach Guggu how to juggle with two balls, unsuccessfully.
Watching the first half an hour of Dor for the second time.
Listening to Sultans of Swing and tripping on the guitar solo at the end of the song.
Getting black duct tape from Gurunath.
Putting up 6 posters of Yana Gupta in the newly configured room.
Installing the Widow's hard drive on Guggu's comp and copying to it the 8th season of '70s show.
Putsing again, with the Prodigal Widow and Hyde.
Packing the insti's photo session for the degree certificate.
Cycling to CCD to thulp brownies.
Talking to two profs, Ashanti-Wind and Gattuso in totally tripped state. Trying to recollect in CCD what it was Ashanti grinned about.
Going to CLT for the Narmad play (which wasnt as bad) and taking pictures.
Going to Minar, with Hyde and thulping grub in the night.

Silence

Jah : I am silence. Complete in substance and emotion. In a way I am everything you hope to become.
Presumably.

SMS2

Cigg is NOTHIN in front of grass...Its bloody marijuana man...Wat fun!?? Guys I swear!!

(Same female)

SMS

Honestly vinet..I don understand how u cal urself educated youth...All jus 4d sake of timepass,d kick or mayb u hav lotta tension??which excuse do u choose??

(Courtesy the female.)

Narmad Drams

I was supposed to play this totally gay actor in the Narmad play. Turns out the character itself is packed now.
Jah : Narmad dramatics hasnt lost any of its zeal from the day when the gunshot came a second after the man fell down.
Heu*. Remember the bang bang thing ?
Jah : Lol. Good times.
Good times.





*Quantum Laugh. Rights Reserved.

Guggooo is going to Jam

Jah : Idiot.
Yeah.
Jah : If I ever become a prof, I'll be a rod prof.
That is ob. Tomorrow I'm cleaning my room.
Jah : Yeah right.

Wisconsin, here I come.

Filling up form for Madison.
1 Night. 1 SOP.
Oops.
The play.

Save and exit.
And to the common room.

Evening Buzz

Jah : After football jimmy kicks ass.

Good day for football today. Red and me put the good old pass-to-me-pass-to-you-cross-to-me-and-finish goal in the firssht move.
Totally fundoo Totally fundoo

Jackie is back in town after 6 days in Bhilwara and around.
Claims to have put on 6 kgs in these 6 days. Bhilwara has bad weighing machines.

Jah : He looked constipated.

Hmm yeah. Jackie's is having a bad time. She's got some kick-out notice upon her door. Has two back to back Ashanti Wind nightouts on friday and saturday and after that a quiz on monday.

Jah : Whats with Leo ?

He packed the Veena.

Jah :Hmmm. Bugger has potential.

Class Notes.

Will classroom notes ever be called art ?
Jah : What crap ?
There is a motif. If not for all the labeling.
Jah : No.

In general interest.

(because Jah said no more writing notes on cellphone)
Advice to the entire jimmies : Never keep chewing gum in your room.