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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Study well and you'll do well

Being our Sanscraintz birthday this week. Thought would share some of those mind blowing experiences that happened in college.. Somethings can only happen in college life... and somethings can only happen in my class :).. to write about all that.. i ve no idea wat it takes..this is just another one of them...

I have always had a tough time in all my exams. I have no clue as to why. But when I look around the people and what they have to say.. its very simple: "Study well and you will do well..." it s not as simple as it looks.. there are many assumptions and complications inside that one line. You may study well.. but not get what u studied in the exam.. or u may forget it. or not have time to complete the paper.. or misread a question.. i mean so many things cud go wrong.. but for me it was usually one thing. i dint study well.. so i dint do well in a lot of the exams. But luck was going to change for once...

What is a college life without having a crush on a girl from another department. That is one of the best time passes and best excuses to bunk classes.. get drunk.. recharge mobile and get lost in ur own thoughts.. i had one such crush in college.. i was so sure that it was not goin to work out.. just like any of my other crushes.. but killin time was a mind blowing experience. every girl who i had a crush on will ve a unique quality and this girl used to top her class.. i mean really a mindblowing cgpa she had..

My dad always used to give me something like 1500 rupees at the start of every semester for buying books. But as usual i blow it on smoke or drinks.. but just to avoid the guilt of spending dad's money like that I made sure to buy one book every semester. a random subject and made sure it was a cheap book.

Now here comes the connection between all the above lines. It was my sixth semester and that time I had bought a book called Microprocessor 8085 or somtehing.. and never had opened the book until a couple of days before the semester exam. but i get this wierd news from one of my friends that one of my classmates who i was not in good terms has the same book of the girl who i had a crush on.. all of a sudden i get really possessive before my sem exams. my crush had that same course a semester back and she had topped it.. so when taht guy is not there in his room.. i break into his room.. steal her book and keep my new book as a replacement. wow.. dad;s money wasted.. but i felt as if I had got a precious item in return.. the same book with her name written on it..

I came to my room.. decided to study that book well.. and top taht exam. she was my inspiration i said to myself. For two days I hardly got out of my bed. I read every page where she had marked it as important. and added comments near her comments. I was sure that book wud go back to her and this was agood chance to express myself i thought. Some of the comments I wrote were ;
1. in the front page next to her name, Good ppl buy this book.. smart ppl borrow it.. smarter ones dont return it..

2. in some places where she had marked as important i wrote why to waste time studyin abt some microproicesor that no longer exists..

and comments like this in many places.. i tried to be funny and smart at the same time.. in the end wasted more time thinking abt wat to write as comments.. but somehow.. i also used that book as a pillow and managed to finish studying for the exam. This time nothing could stop me.. I was too sure..

For those of you who have studied in PSG taking an exam is a really stressful experience especially if ur exam hall happens to be A310. Its like a hugeeeee rectangular hall with some 500 plus students.. and some 15 invigelators.. pin drop silence.. and even a breeze was a noise.. all u can hear wud be sounds of pen scratchin at 50 words per minute. I went there to race those pens that day coz usually my pen wud be sittin in my mouth acting like it is thinkin wat to write next and win a nobel prize.

Sharp at 2 the question paper arrives. We usually get multiple sets of questions papers.the first set has only long answeres and has some 4 or 5 questions in taht for 30 marks. if u dont do well in that ur probability of clearing the exam reduces by 50 percent. u ve to write that question paper for about 2 hrs and dont even the option of running out. and 2 hrs later then u get the rest. In many ways i felt PSG exams had been made fool proof and this was the one. I smiled.. thought abt her.. thought abt her book and opened the question paper. forward 30 seconds into the exam hall..

DAmaaaallllllllll. a sound of an explosion.. it was my heart.. the whole paper was greek and latin to me.. not one question i knew.. How can that theory of study well and u will do well not work for me.. i did study well.. but then I realised.. I was in EEE (electrical and electronics engineering) and she was in ECE (electronics and communicationss..) and they have two courses with the same book... all those places she had marked as important were of least importance to me all of a sudden..

helll.... i studied the wrong syllabi.. i dint even know wat was taught in class and wat was not.. how dumb cud i be.. Gone baby gone.. exam gone baby gone.. i said to myself.. and the worse part was sittin in that A310 hall for those 3 hrs.. it cud really drive anyone crazy and make u shout at the middle of an exam.. my pen went back to the mouth..
other hand started scratchin my head.. and felt as if my watch stopped running.. after 3 hrs.. finally it was over.. i wrote watever i had studied..

A monht later results come.. Just pass.. Escape da ...

Cheers!!

Nambi

Monday, September 08, 2008

let me drink?

It is hard to imagine how much impact tamil movies have on boys of chennai.. we always get inspired by a scene in some movie and we keep tellin our friends some day we wanan do that. A few of the examples cud be.. throwing the cigarette in the mouth like Rajni kanth (most popular but too tuf..).. Dating 3 girls at the same time like kamal hasan... but they were all tough for normal ppl.. so Surya became an instant hit with more "DO"able stuff. Taking your Girlfriend on a long drive at the ECR.. or drinking with your wife on weeeknds like Jilnu oru kadal..

Somehow for all my friends who are likely to be married in the next couple of years.. that Drinkin on weekends became a dream life. And all of a sudden the girl who sits with u while u drink became a dream wife for most of my friends. and this blog is just about one of those victims and how far he went to make that dream come true. (I am not going to mention the name of that guy.. for those of u who know my friends. here s a little clue.. He spent most of his college days in gym.. broke his sisters savings bank to play pool.. got palce in infy.. has been changing jobs ever since.. got married to a doctor recently.. well if u ve not guessed it then its Satish)

I have no clue why his dad decided on his marriage suddenly.. but the best guess me and partha (We three together are like the tripod) make is that he was drinkin with us and goin home drunk without taking any precautionary measures of eating pan masala or anytin.. In spite of warning him not to do that.. he used to convince us saying his dad does not drink and thus he cannot know how it smells when someone is drunk.. What a logic machi.. or probably he even assumed that his dad had never seen a drunk person before in his life and that he would never doubt his golden son would ever touch poison like alcohol..

That had been going for a while when one fine day Satish's mom complaints to Partha's mom saying her son is coming home drunk everyday.. and by assumption everyone now knows all three of us have been drinking outside.. so his dad waits fora chance.. catches him red handed and gets him married.. ok now his dad's assumption might be :From now on my son wont drink outside and come.. That did come true.. when i had a online chat with him a couple of weeks back..

Me: Hi da. Called you this weekend and you dint pick the call. What have you been doin.
Satish: Illa machi. Had gone to get sarakku (alcohol) for the weekend

(I am initially shocked to know that he was drinkin over the weekend and I was thinking with who did he go out...)

Me: That's great da. So where did u drink and who all were there?
Satish: Not outside da. Inside the house. Do you remember Jillnu oru Kadal movie. same style machi..

Me: What?? Dey. They were staying alone in Bombay in that movie. But you are staying with your parents.
Satish: Yeah. That is why I drink after they go to bed. (What an way to escape.. I used to watch all mid night masala after my parents had slept and he is taken that one step further..)

Me: Machi thats kool. So guess you are really happy after marraige and good that your wife does not beat you up for this.
Satish: Yeah da. Things are going fine.

Me: So Machi.. still with Haywards 5000?
Satish: No beer da. Only whisky. (But that movie showed him having beer i guess.. or may be i was wrong)

Me: Machi whiskyaa.. why da? why not beer
(this is the place where he gave the most intelligent answer of the night)
Satish: Beer will smell bad and parents may find out next morning. That is why..
(What the F____ as if whisky will smell like room freshner or something or as if his parents cannot find out when his son is totally drunk with whisky and not beer..)

Me: Super machi. Super. So happy for you man.
Satish: Machi got to go now will catch u later.

I was wondering if he was heading to the liquor store again to get some sarakku but it was a weekday he wont do that i thought. But why not.. a person who is capable of saying whisky is better in smell and drinks in his home after parents sleep might as well drink on weekdays!!

All of a sudden my whole concept of marraige had changed after this chat. All this while my definition of marraige had been losing freedom. Now its like gaining freedom. You can drink inside your own house.. cmon guysss.. time to get married!! and more than that we get to fulfil our dad's dreams. Not coming home drunk.. but drinkin inside the home.. wow.. times have changed.. generations have changed.. guess the first question when i meet the girl i want to marry will not be "Will you marry me?" but i ll ask her "Will you let me drink?"

Cheers!!