13 December 2009

Does Bohemia ring a bell?

Healing...

10%

20%

30%

40%
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100%

Dhak-Dhak!

It's working!



p.s.: Phew! It was close. Cupid, you bitch!

moral of the story: Saffola. for a healthy heart. (:P)

[p.p.s: open to interpretations... (:P)]

24 November 2009

I will NEVER EVER miss a class. Come Hail! Come Snow!

15 November 2009

101


Past hundred posts, I would like to thank everyone which includes my close friends, my cherished friends, my wing mates, my relatives, my readers, my pet cat and my (late) pet dog for inspiring me to write.

A special thanks to Tulika for pointing out that I made it past 100.


p.s.:

BILL GATES AND HIS HELL:

Satan greets him: "Welcome Mr. Gates, we've been waiting for you. This will be your home for all eternity. You've been selfish, greedy and a big liar all your life. Now, since you've got me in a good mood, I'll be generous and give you a choice of three places in which you'll be locked up forever.

Satan takes Bill to a huge lake of fire in which millions of poor souls are tormented and tortured. He then takes him to a massive coliseum where thousands of people are chased about and devoured by starving lions. Finally, he takes Bill to a tiny room in which there is a bottle of the finest wine sitting on a table. To Bill's delight, he sees a PC in the corner. Without hesitation, Bill says "I'll take this option."

"Fine," says Satan, allowing Bill to enter the room. Satan locks the room after Bill.

As he turns around, he bumps into Lucifer. "That was Bill Gates!" cried Lucifer. "Why did you give him the best place of all!"

"That's what everyone thinks" snickered Satan.

"The bottle has a hole in it!"

"What about the PC?"

"It's got Windows 95!" laughed Satan.

"And it's missing three keys,"

"Which three?"

"Control, Alt and Delete."

p.p.s: if you have end-sems you ought to be mugging!

28 October 2009

TAM101

If "paat" means ten and "aanjee" means five then "paata-nehein-jee" means fifteen.

22 October 2009

Nights after nights I have been dreaming of the bold curves, surfaces meeting each other, the mirror finish, a thoughtful choice of leather, the balance of utility and style, the hum of a caged monster, the sleekness and the naughtiness and the ferocity all in one form, the art, the machines that goes into carving the art into reality, the human in the machine, the machine in the human, and an endless road leading towards the skies...

18 October 2009

Classroom Stories

In a certain class, a certain prof showed us a video about how the differential gears worked.

Two students instead observed:"Oye yaar - if the hand of the girl in that video is so beautiful then how beautiful the girl must be?!"

12 October 2009

Classroom stories

*Disclaimer: A few of the stories have been twisted a bit.*

Scene-1:

Prof: "This is some old stuff. I will skip this."

Students protest: "Sir NEW! NEW! NEW!"

Prof with a smile: "Exactly. That is what I am saying. You knew all these".

Scene-2:

Tam people have a very interesting accent. For example: "Waata Saar?" instead of "What Sir?"
or "Oooh thataa?" instead of "Oh! that?".

It so happened, a Teaching Assistant (T.A.) said this in I.C. Engines lab while explaining about the emissions from engine:

"Smoke and sootaa are both the same and are harmful".

I was absolutely amused and enlightened.

Scene-3:

In a certain exam everyone got numbers less than the number of fingers on both hands. The Prof asks: "Anyone having issues with addition of marks meet me"

A certain student in class:"What sir you can make addition mistakes when dealing with numbers less than 10?"!!

10 October 2009

AWARDED!



- From Pankhuri

07 October 2009

Unhurried Footsteps on Moonlit Path

There was time- enough time for them both before the sun rose. This night was theirs. He had traveled more than half the country's length to see her and she had sneaked out of her home after midnight to see him.

She was a bit nervous as she waited. Someone walked in from the darkness. Anxious eyes searched the other's face. The joy of recognition - a sudden twinkle in their eyes. A smile broke on their faces which narrowed a bit as if to ask: "how are you?", but then it grew wider unrestrained like the gushing flood water. Yes it was flood indeed - of emotions - never had they imagined they would meet like this! They were thrilled! Absolutely overjoyed!

For a split second they couldn't decide what to say for they had so many things to say all at once.

He was the first who spoke:
"Miss Nautanki - "

"Haat! I am not talking. Is this a time to meet?"

"Theek hai. I am going back then."

"Oyee - ruk toh! Mein to awevi bol diya.."

"Mein itney dur sey aya - tujhe awevi lagta hai?"

"Arey nehein..."

Before she could say anything: "Ab chup! Pata hi hoga tera naam nautanki kyun rakha hai?".

More smiles. They weren't those sophisticated lovers, you know, who need to present expensive gifts to profess love. For them just being together was enough!

Smiles grew to laughs that reverberated the silent night. At first she was a bit like: "Don't you laugh so loud - others might listen". But eventually his charm did the trick - she was laughing uncontrollably at his silly "useless" jokes. Useless is in quotes because thats what she called them.

Talks were varied. It hardly had anything to do with love. They talked about the coffee shop, the drying lake, the traffic, their classes, their frustrations, their joys, their lives... Far away the city lights twinkled. Nothing had changed except that two people now were no more two.

They walked, in silence. For not always they needed words to talk. A smile would suddenly creep their face like a flash illuminating their pretty faces as they would have remembered something very embarrassing that had happened to them. And they continued to walk weighing the words carefully before speaking. One of them was a poet you know!

They seemed to be mesmerized. Life was enchanting. Life seemed like spirit inside a bottle - intoxicating, volatile. They wanted to enjoy every minute as dawn approached. Yet like spirit in the bottle time was vaporizing fast and they tried but in vain to catch falling sand with their hands.

Train at 8:30. He has to leave. Never had he felt more helpless - he wished time would freeze.

Byes are indeed a difficult thing.

-X-X-X-

As the train speed past the forests he stood at the door, air gushing past him, his eyes cast leeward. She walked home in disbelieve - she actually met him and he left already! She was shaken.

p.s.: Apologies readers - I wasn't able to write regularly. But I promise I will continue writing.

Thanks a lot for your support, especially a special friend who pushed to me write a multiliner! This post is dedicated to them :)

VC said...

"I have noticed one thing - in a restaurant when a guy and a girl are dating they sit opposite, when they are committed they sit side-by-side and when they break up they sit cross"

- Shri Shri VC

17 September 2009

Two-lines

Swine flu doesn't differentiate between rich and poor, or man and woman, or young and old. Therefore the name of the virus is "Hi! anyone?" (H1N1)

16 September 2009

JUMPER SAID...

" The problem with women is that they think they can change their man into their way. Why can't they let man be himself?"

" All men think different but want the same. All women think the same but want different."

- Shri Shri Jumper