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LIFE SUX AND SUX HARD

Wonder how? Well here unfolds my demon-tale.

My train travel back to Trivandrum was as uneventful as Sivaprasad snoring his guts out. I reached home, in fear of the imminent CGPA shit and possible ragging in the 2nd sem. But neverthless those 20 days were spent full in the front of a Videocon PIP model TV. I missed that class reunion I had longed for a lot. It was too depressing. No bloody sonofabitch rang me up. Since I had long lost the craze of watching English soap operas, I tried watching Nat geo and Animal Planet on the defunct Asianet Cable System. Few choices made me sleep even more.

With restricted access to friends and the internet I was longing for the new PC which was due. After thoroughly convincing my parents the necessity of a computing machine, I was sure things would work out my way. Deepu's elder sis was getting married, so that meant that i would be able too see all my friend after all. Then one night it struck my Mom that I hadn't paid the next sem fees. i was destroyed. Either it meant that I would not get admission or that I would be late re. Either way it was like a bolt from the blue. FUCK I MANAGE TO FUCK UP EVERY FUCKING TIME.

Frantic calls and quick withdrawals of money ensured that I will not be affected by this indecision of mine. Then it was time to go and I still hadn't got my desktop. Two days before the D Day, we manage to locate a good dealer and settle for a 19" TFT, Core 2 Duo with 4 MB Cache and 2.2 GHz, Intel 945 GL board, 1 GB DDR2 RAM and a whoppy 320 Gigs memory.

I was thrilled. it just cost INR 26,800. Wonder what? on the final day we find out that the hard-disk was incompatible with the mother-board. i was devastated and finally made tro Pilani with the old CPU. On route I was booked by Mr. John Selvan for INR 1,290 for not taking a parcel slip for the PC on the train. Total bullshit.

I get roughed up by seniors on the train, thought not up to expectations. I got a 5.05 CGPA. I got angry on my B'day. I have hurt my foot playing football.............

Thats what they call SHIT HAPPENS

Unbearable

A freak accident on the 18th of December, 2007 has cracked the silver bowl of friendship and warmth that we 15 mallus shared. The ever-powerful Death has claimed one of us, that too in a ruthlessly cruel manner. Our dear Kousu a.k.a Koushik Rajagopalan perished along with his parents in that fateful December night leaving us in much a disarray as how to control this "unsahikkable" sadness.

Kousu was as lively as a seraphim and as gayish as Johnny Depp. His antics had filled many of our boring hours with continuous and memorable memories. His working mantra was to try, try and try more. An effortless bhujji, he was one of the few 9 pointers in our mallu batch.

We miss you Kousu............

Something I found on Hog Rock

THE WIZARD OF OZ

Four United States Presidents get caught up in a tornado .. and off they whirled to the land of OZ

They finally made it to the Emerald City and went to find The Great Wizard.

"What brings the 4 of you before the great Wizard of Oz?"

Jimmy Carter stepped forward timidly and said: "I've come for some courage."

" No Problem! said the Wizard. Who's next?" Richard Nixon stepped forward, "Well, I think I need a heart."

"Done! says the Wizard. Who comes next before the Great and Powerful Oz?"
Up stepped George Bush

"I'm told by the American people that I need a brain." "No problem! said the Wizard. Consider it done."
Then there is a great silence in the hall. Bill Clinton is just standing there, looking around, but he doesn't say a word. Irritated, the Wizard finally asks, "Well, what do you want?"

"IS DOROTHY HERE?"

Self Scraps 1.0

www.hogrockcafe.com You Fucking Know What

http://www.myspace.com/hyaenagallery A good gallery dedicated to Serial Killers and Horror pix

http://bizdom.blogspot.com/ Biz Quiz Site

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=221961067

Awesome profile

http://www.sorabji.com/_/albums.php Good photo album

www.wellingtongrey.net Physics jokes

http://my.opera.com/Maulkorb/albums/show.dml?id=152458 Auschwiatz Birkenau

http://my.opera.com/SerbianFighter/albums/show.dml?id=39696 Awesome Gallery must watch indispensable

rofl.wheresthebeef.co.uk/ Funny pic database

http://feastofhateandfear.com Read the name

Random snippets

the 5th element, Accidental Spy, American Kickboxer, Bad News Bears, Escape from Sobibor, Fuball, Mercury Rising, Shaft, Last Ride, Top Gun

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Miles Davis(Greatest jazz)

Bird Of Paradise

Don't Blame Me

No Blues

Scrapple From The Apple

Straight No Chaser

What Is This Thing Called Love

01 - On Green Dolphin Street

02 - But Not For Me

03 - Round Midnight

04 - Summertime

05 - Someday My Prince Will Come

06 - My Funny Valentine

07 - Autumn Leaves

01 - Tutu

02 - Movie Star

03 - Splatch

04 - Time After Time

05 - Wayne's Tune

06 - Full Nelson

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Jet Get Born:

01.Last Chance

02.Are You Gotta Be My Girl

03.Rollover DJ

04.Look What You've Done

05.Get What You Need

06.Move On

07.Radio Song

08.Get Me Outta Here

09.Cold Hard Bitch

10.Come Around Again

11.Take It Or Leave It

12.Lazy Gun

13.Timothy

14.Sgt.Major

15.Back Door Santa(Bonus Track)

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Evergreen Forever:

Amanda - Boston

Angelia - Richard Marx

Another Day In Paradise - P

Because I Love You - SHAKIN

Broken Wings - MR MISTER

Careless Whisper - WHAM

Carrie - Europe

Don't Break My Heart - 4B 4

Drive - CARS

Every Beat Of My Heart - RO

Every Breath You Take - POL

Every Time You Go Away - PA

Everything I Do - Bryan Ada

Hello - LIONEL RICHIE

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This is the shit before February 4 2007

Listen to the soothing dirge...........

It's all over, a 10 p, sorry hopes of even a 6.5 lay in desolate ruins.

My faith in everything seems slipping. The bones have been shaken. Its time I put in some real productive work.

Blogging has become like an addiction, and also finding new ways to cheat the new Cyberoam system. Its pretty easy. Though its not possible to divulge the inner secrets of the backdoors, be content that the ways will finally reach your ears through somebody you know.

So is orkuting, its just like cocaine.

The more you use it, the more you will have of it.

Lets drift to something else----- Souveniors

My Lights and ELAS Oasis shots are out, and much to my delight they are under heavy criticism. Being odd really has its adbantages. We were the only department to be dressed cool, the rest were way too formal, even Soundz.

I had this faint kind of feeling, that my life in BITS was turning all into B'Day treats and more grubs. Grubs (which I never went for) cost me a whopping Rs. 800 this month. Then there were the compree. I thought I had perfomed well in Physics test, but it turns out I again am on the wrong side of the average.

Maybe its time I kept on hearing the theme music of M.A.S.H

Suicide is Painless (Mash Theme Song)(Mike Altman and Johnny Mandel)

Through early morning fog I seeVisions of the things to be,

The pains that are withheld for me,

I realize and I can see...

That suicide is painless,

It brings on many changes

And I can take or leave it if I please.

The game of life is hard to play,

I'm going to loose it anyway,

The loosin' card I'll someday lay;

So this is all I have to say...

That suicide is painless,

It brings on many changes

And I can take or leave it if I please.

The only way to win is cheat

And lay it down before I'm beat

And to another give my seat

For that's the only painless feat.

That suicide is painless,

It brings on many changes

And I can take or leave it if I please.

And you can do the same thing if you please.

Adieu

What was the Davisson-Germer Experiment?

The Davisson-Germer Experiment was performed by Davisson and Germer in the late 1950s on a lonely night, cold and frigid, in the warmth of their bed. But the after-effects still last as another Chemistry Compree has desecrated my hopes of scoring an 8.5+.

That's that.

Today on this very blog, I'll dictate to you my dear reader, a few important events in my near life. It goes like this.


It was a good Wednesday evening. I had written my first Bitsian Test, Biology Test I. I thought I had fared superly worse, but much to my delight, all my test scores henceforth were worser than this one.To remember exactly I had scored 43 out of 60, and the average was 38. Since it was a Wednesday and I had a night-out that early morning, I went to sleep. Still shaken by the traumas of the introductions with my seniors at college, I was pleasurably sleeping calmly for the first time in a month.







By about 4:30, a shrouded image comes in front of my window. It orders, "TP, get to the audi, NOW."

Lets name that person A: Mr A whose name closely resembles mine, had asked me my introduction only a week ago. He wasn't rude like the rest of the others, but i could sense a touch of evil. I just could smell that something was amiss and our meeting had more devilish purpose. He kept pestering me over many a stupid question like asking me why I believed in Global Warming? He kept on telling me that it was a myth propagated by Al Gore (maybe because he just spends too much time on Uncyclopaedia).




Back to the action. Tired and frustated of these intermittent calls for intro, and also of the fear injected into me in a 'pacca' ceremonial way, I dragged my slumbering body half-awake to the Auditorium assuring myself that more torture will not kill me.

So I just end up there in the Audi for induction ceremony I suppose, because they that is Mr. V, Mr. A and Mr. R were constantly reassuring me that the job wasn't taxing enough, and that I was assured a decent place and a wider friend's circle. Dumb as a duck i was blinded by the falsities (though whatever they said was actually true), I agreed to join and so I met up with the two other apprentices, Mr. S and Mr. P









I was ceremoniously inducted.









Then somebody comes with idea of TP going up the GHODA.

The ghoda now is a 15 feet tall ladder which has rollers on the bottom. it is used for fixing up things high up on the stage. It has a chair on the top and the user has to either sit or stand on it while somebody pushes or pulls from the bottom.

So eager to make my first impression that I am a good and efficient worker, despite of my altophobia, I rush up the ghoda nad sit on the top. It really didn't feel that bad.

But then it was Mr. A, I distinctly remember who suddenly started rushing and running the ghoda through all possible co-ordiantes on the stage. the world was like a huge roller-coaster except that I was on top of it and no SAFETY BELT.




During the course of the adrenalin pumped motions, Mr. A pulled me back from one end of the stage to its centre. Then that happened what hadn't happened in 4 decades. The ghoda slanted and it fell, with me on top of it, hanging on desperately for the sake of my precioussss life.

As passerbys, on-lookers and eye-witnesses reported, the huge thing fell like a mammoth. I fell off it on to the solid granite floor. I still hadn't realised what happened. i had asked Mr. A to stop doing the madness that he was doing. But then as seniors say,

SENIORS ARE ALWAYS RIGHT;
JUNIORS ARE ALWAYS WRONG;
IN CASE OF ANY CONFUSION, REFER TO THE ABOVE
TWO.

My cries went in wain, as I fell like a fallen angel from the troubled skies in the flash of an eye.



It might be because the Devil thought that it wasn't time enough to call me to Hell, or because I sold my soul to the Him; I survived.


It was near-fatal. If I had fallen by a few more degrees difference, I would have ended up either with sure paralysis or Death.


They said I was reciting the Frank-Codon Principle or something and that I was doing "OOOOOOO" when I fell. But what i distinctly remember is that I asked Mr. A to five me his right arm, "B**T , give me your right arm".


A broken wrist is a major problem, as experience has taught me.

(1) You can't study properly as the pain is overwhelming.

(2) The casing causes itches and you learn to be patient.


(3) YOU CAN NOT WASH YOUR ASS AFTER YOU SHIT.

(4) YOU CAN NOT USE YOUR RIGHT HAND TO EAT.

(5) You need to suffer sympathies.

(6) You can't sit in the Lecture Theatre Complex without straining yourself.

(7) Bathing becomes a once-in-a- while activity.

(8) You stink.










(9) The next time they remove your cast for recasting, your hand looks dangerously shrivelled and you fall unconcious.

(10) If you do not fall unconcious the people at Birla Sarvajanik Hospital will make sure you fall asleep as they administer lethal injections of sedative drugs.

(11) You feel jealous of all those who have no broken arms.

(12) You want to take revenge but can't do anything about it.

(14) You feel sad.


But all that has taught me a few lessons, which I'll carry forward in my life. So to Mr. A no hard feelings. :-D


From the Fall Guy

Calamity strikes

Compree ======== Calamity

I realised it a bit too late. It struck without any compassion, striking down the tall walls of confidence which had till then defended the hopes of many. Math it was and the rest as they say is pretty workable. Leaving aside my study woes, I would like to tell you what I did today.

I had this pretty long discussion with this person (name withheld for privacy reasons), who kept on telling me to get it out of me. The thing in the context that had stuck to me like an entangling pythonic vine was the reprecussions of the repeating dilemma.

Move forward in life. Life will give chances, etc and all that. But what they fail to realise is that nothing has happened good to me in the last 19 years. I donot feel a bit happy about the things that have happened to me over the ages.

All that interests me is DEATH