In Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire, Hurricanes Hardly Happen.

K. has started calling me the "party animal". At least she did the last time she mentioned me to her friend S. I felt so cool! Of course, all that that means is that sometimes i drop by at college between 6.40 and 7.00 pm and then have a cold coffee at ruia. Or it means that i get invited to a birthday party with red and white balloons. Or it means that i sit below my house and be bitchy with another friend for company. If i'm really lucky, it means i get to spend time with a few friends for a couple of hours with the world's best view of Dharavi. (its a pretty place and let no one tell you otherwise).

Then, when you're home at 10, eating lunch while your family watches tv, you hear this whoosh. You secretly think its the rain. But after the number of "sprinkles" you've referred to as "rain", you're hardly going to try again. So you just crane your neck and try to figure out if there are any droplets to be seen against the night sky. Nope.
The whoosh happens again. Now you know you mustn't react. So you slowly raise your neck and check. Ha. Nothing, again. Nothing gives - the noise doesn't stop but there's no rain eaither. Is it a car? Is there water on the road? Your mind is in perpetual overdrive. After an hour of this subtle mental torture, you just give up. Someone tells you its the earth moving machine and you nod intelligently. You knew it all along. Sadly, though, you did smell the rain when you peeked outside the window. You did feel the breeze blowing from the south west.
This, I am sure, is the highest form of psychological warfare. Jupiter has decided to sulk in his little corner, and he has decided to gather his clouds around him. He refuses to share, that bad, bad boy. He has brought us to the state where we MUST discuss the weather. Sigh.

Now, once again where does it rain?
On the plain! On the plain!
And where's that soggy plain?
In Spain! In Spain!
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
Now once again, where does it rain?
On the plain! On the plain!
And where's that blasted plain?
In Spain! In Spain!
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!


A glass just shattered somewhere. So did my hopes.

Plus, they still expect me at work in the morning.

Cheerio.

Of Writing, Speaking and Reading...

All the MU engineering guys (who seem to be the only ones with active blogs) have exams. I don't. What I also don't have is something to write about.
I have been told I should be more careful what I write about. 'Cause you never know who's going to read your blog and reject your MS App cause you bitched. This is, quite clearly, a case of stiffling the author's inner spirit, an out-and-out violation of my right to free expression. Sadly, all these rights had this little asterisk mark next to them with "Conditions Apply" in fine print. You have the right to express yourself. It does not follow that no one should take exception to what you express. Sigh. This is a very tiring sort of thought process =D

Anywyas, where I'm interning, there about a zillion IIT-ians too. (Please note: they get paid a bomb cause it happened through the institute. I get paid zilch cause i didn't "demand" it, it seems) All the IIT-ians, regardless of which IIT they're from, share pretty much the same jargon. My question is - HOW??? How do students sitting in 7 different, self-contained corners of the world develop a similar language???
I'm sure you've all heard of "ulti" and "libe" and "muggu". But "gen". Apparently, its too much trouble saying "general" or "generally". So just use gen in either case. "Peace marna" is quite self evident. Rather, its very "ob" (thats obvious btw). And if you're standing around doing nothing, then you are "farting". What they call it if someone really farts, i wonder.

What I am going to do is find beautiful thoguths to expand on during my 2 hour journeys to and fro and then write about them. What fun. =P
I have an excuse though. I am reading my Allistair McLean books for the 29th time and its sapping my brains. Its as if the guy made a factory (much like Ram Gopal Varma) Its a very simple thing:

The Parameters:

World War II or not World War II
Land or Water (sometimes an oil rig - what an idea sirjee!)
Very hot or Very Cold
One hero or many heroes
Everyone dies o no one dies
Female married to hero or about to be married to hero
Kidnap of said female. Or not.
Female's father villian, or rich stupid man
Psycho type villians or brute-force type villians
Hero 35 or 45 yrs of age
Hero with gun or without gun (gun may appear later)
Type of problem - a Transceiver, a Dangerous virus, a Saboteur, Drugs or Ransom

After you've picked a suitable combination of the above comes the actual writing. After the first 3 books, just copy paste a third of each book to get the fourth one etc etc. And finally, give it a cool-sounding title. :
The Satan Bug, Where Eagles Dare, Puppet on a Chain, Ice Station Zebra and so forth.

The end product - rubbish spy fiction which a certain Sukanya DOshi will keep reading cause she has nothing better to do.

Anyways. I shall go rest my weary eyes which awake each morning with the break of dawn (which is approximately at 6.45 am if you didn;t know =D )

Toodles.

P.S. Do watch the Movie Guns of Navaronne. Its old and it has people in it called Gregory Peck. (peck???) but watch it anyways. And if you're into Audrey Hepburn watch Wait Until Dark.