December blues.

*This is basically a nostalgic kind of post....so it will be of interest to a few.Feel free to skip*

Another December and another boring end to the year,from the past 3 years December has been spent slogging hard for odd sem final exams which usually are held in the last week of December and 1st week of January in our god-damned university..this timing is beyond my comprehension,when I go back home, I just stare at my bedroom ceiling lying in bed all day 'coz all my friends are back in college having had their hols in Dec. 3 Decembers spent doing last minute lab experiments,then doing the lab exams and then finally theory exams....the whole 3 months of the sem squeezed into a matter of hours and last-minute-mugging orgies...........

But it was not always like this.Back in school December was the month of chilling out.We use to have our annual day in the end of December(like every other school I know) and the whole month would be spent doing various kinds of drills and exercises in the brilliant winter sun for a grand show on that day.That meant no classes for an entire month,trips to the school stadium and cardboard cricket in the corridors and inside classes..on reaching home,there never used to be too much stress on studying as all tests and exams were far away,so many evenings were spent reading all kinds of books from Glimpses of world history to numerous Enid Blyton's,even Nat-Geo mags!The best part of the month used to be the last week when the school used to close for about 10 days after the annual day.Mornings would be lazily spent watching TV and then around 11, all of us friends would gather for a round of tennis...I tell you.... nothing beats tennis in the winter or tennis under lights in summers or tennis......basically.This would be followed by reading just the most unimaginable stuff (now that i come to think of it) like hardy boys or illustrative books on Egyptian mythology......at various points of my life I wanted to be an engine driver,an Egyptologist,an astronomer,a writer,a mathematician,a drummer!!(more on that someday).In the evenings..cricket in the black field and mindless meaningless gupshup walking around the colony or sitting on the ledges around the tennis court .In the nights...I don't actually remember what I used to do...except just before sleeping I would be laying down inside my mosquito net...again reading under my table lamp.Oh and later when I was in 9th or 10th grade...most of the afternoons would be spent listening to Guns N' Roses and Def Leppard...everyday...the same songs and the same albums over and over again.I must have heard that GN'R Live Era cassette at least a 1000 times if not more.....an yeah how can I forget watching those Australian tours of various visiting teams on ESPN...even test matches...especially the Boxing Day test....It used to start around 5 in the morning and carry on till about noon.........
Looking back these winter holidays and December in schools are the things I miss most about my childhood.Summers would be spent at grandparent s's houses and Durga Puja hols was fun too but there used to be more stuff to do during those times...and less of simple lazing away those beautiful winter mornings and in general goofing around.......Ah! I shall stop here.Enough you navel-gazing depressive nostalgic ,mathematical function!thy shall not bore!(*grimaces at the misguided attempt to liven things up*)

A very very happy New year to one and all.May all your wishes and dreams come true!!!.

P.S:gave my Computer Networks paper today...so this has to be done:I bury you-you stupid acronyms you ATM,TCP/IP,UDP...you freakish IEEE standards with all your crazy numbering and most importantly you Data link layer protocols...I hate you!! Tannenbaum R.I.P muhahahahaha :-)

Dystopian themes.....

I somehow have a great liking for Dystopian themes......I like it better than any mystery/detective stuff as this whole chaos in the future thing is strangely spine-chilling.The dark 'what-can-be' side of the future gives the author a canvass which he can enliven with any shade of gray and gives us a perspective of what can be wrong with the present world...My favorites being V for vendetta
,Ayn Rand's Anthem and Issac Asimov's The Foundation series though the last one cannot be called strictly dystopian.I am not a great fan of Ayn Rand's Objectivism shit but I like Anthem for its non-pretentious, threadbare story-line.I read The Foundation Series when i was a kid and was spell-bound by the wondrous theme of a galactic empire and its collapse...I also remember reading a story back in school in my CBSE English textbook about a time-travel back into the past for a strange kind of Dinosaur Safari and how these bunch of hunters end up trampling a innocuous butterfly which causes a Domino's effect through time causing a very drastic change in the present...... and oh.. I so want to read George Orwell's 1984 but somehow have never managed to lay my hands on it.


P.S :Its 2 in the night and i have no idea why I am doing this...I have got exams 5 days from now and really should be getting back to my books...the rest of the day being spent in watching Southpark on you-tube and Will &Grace on DVD.....god bless all of us toiling away under the tyranny of VTU exams.Best of luck to everyone.

Actually speaking I am much more freer now....the conscience is liberated and I can be as aloof/critical/sarcastic as I want to be.Happy Birthday sis!.....a nice return gift of a day I received

Somebody give me a shovel...I have got memories to bury......

hand in glove

the silent war of words
caught between lines never spoken
the gaping holes,left after three years
of avoiding the inevitable.
they work hand in glove.


the eclecticism of the superficial conversation
and the purity of the baser undercurrent
intertwine and confuse.
they work hand in glove

years of small talk and running in circles
frustration- depression- rage
turn me into a recluse
they work hand in glove

scarred memories of a smile and the fragrance
of the wind blowing through the hair
of memorable bus rides and loopy earrings
sadden and bemuse
they work hand in glove

the finality of the unspoken verdict
for the frivolities entertained in the mind
of the unfaltering optimism and the desire
to give it your all -one last time
already my muse
with destiny;
she works hand in glove.