Innerwear over Dhoti.... Up up and away.....

Having a Gult converted to Kannadiga converted to Tamilian (okk! to be fair enough to all states .. soon to be Keralite) as a roommate has its fair share of advantages apart from the fact that he can curse you in n! different languages and you can still stand grinning there not understanding a single word.

Right now we three roommates stay in three different rooms and coincidentally I happen to be at the end of the laughter propagation chain. The moment I hear a hysterical laughter piercing the silence two rooms away, I buckle up for the things to come, flex my facial muscles and get ready. Around 30 seconds later, a stifled conscious laugh a room away, and then I know its my turn.

For a kid who grew up on generous doses of Dr. Vishnuvardhan and Dr. Raj who rarely tested the sensibilities of the kannada audience save for an occasional jump from a 50 feet building or swimming across the Cauvery during a heavy flood, my generous roomie introduced me to the wondeful world of Telugu and Tamil superheroes. I always thought those stories about Captain and Rajanikanth were fake and pseudo stuff created by overzealous and jealous teenagers. But now, I take pleasure in introducing them to all you innocent people whose brains have never been tested to such extremes.

For starters, Balayya with his superhuman powers.



All you kids attempting wheely on your 180cc bike. Grow up. Rise to the occasion (with your tractor)!!



Get your horse to fall on its back, generate great momentum pulling the reins and you are all set to slide with it. Slide, slide and away.......



Ever heard of the LBR? The Large Bullet Reflector. Breakthrough....truly!



For the benefit of those that are still on their chairs or aren't on their way to the hospital, you can dare see this and this.

And for those of you who repeatedly asked for the past few months and those who didnt ask too, n! is a strange number and I love it. For those who think small, say 10, then 10! would be a big number (for their understanding) and for those that think big, say 10000, then 10000! is anyway a huge number. So I prefer n! to n in most of my conversation.

How boring can this get?? Aaargh....... shut up! [Gunshot] Enna pairu Gardheek Vengadesh, My brain is wrapped up in SBR ... hahahaha.....Jai Chennakesava, Jai Chennakesava....

BT Grapes and artificially induced sourness.......

A small scoop of a past chat...

K:What the hell?? M: I do not mean to insinuate anything against him,

M: but the only way they know you have done anything at all, is what you tell on your r****e and S**(in caps!)solving an assignment problem can magically transmogrify into 'Designed a logic circuit for use in high-temperature furnace controllers as part of a term project'

K: aah

but isn't tat faking

M: its never a step function its always a gradient

So, what's legal and what's not? What if I just get hold of a couple of reports and engrave (or rather get a calligrapher to do it) my name on them? Would I be better placed? Alas! I know not any faking! The maximum extent I could ever go is push my standing in the class rankings a couple of places. And any of these rankings aren't even official for none is bothered of any number more than 5 (whooh! 5 is indeed a large number) Maybe, and just maybe, I'll turn a better faker next time. Till then, the rest of the world can have my grapes!

Update 1: Well! Even people who ask questions like "Is PhD allowed after MEE" get into the best of the universities. And yet my grapes show no signs of ripening nor sweetness. Damn!

And by the way, whatever happened to this wonderful social networking site called Orkut?? Till date, know for its simplicity and googleness (its a good adjective already!) suddenly decided to throw in n! number of apps. So while we had newbies scrapping in their own scrapbook "Hi, how are you" or often coming across a testimonial stating "Haven't seen you for long" (is that supposed to be a complement??), we are now being bombarded with projectiles of rotten tomatoes Mr X throws at Ms Y (and thats supposed to be yuck! as orkut states), updates of X being confused, Z being happy and R being tired, people buzzing at the unearthliest of times, 2am in the morning (what the heck?) In its eternal competition with Facebook, orkut is turning out more to be a lazy man's paradise. Well almost! for some lazy men still write blogs about what the rest do!

Blogomania

Ok! So here I am writing a piece that turns out to be a lame substitute for a blog. When most my peers are either scrambling around to get VISA dates or even dates, trying to grab the best job off campus with the heftiest of pay packets or worse still working heavily on the projects, what does yours truly do?? Go through random blogs at breakneck speed. Well, its in my nature to categorize things. But I've been bombarded by such variety of blogs that I've come to believe that categorizing them is a sin. Well, almost!

To start with is the extremely lame attempts at humor like my blog. Trust me, even the author cant get himself to smile at such blogs during the second reading. Next comes the know all emperor of the underworld who tries to create a halo of fear and a sense of superiority through his blogs. No mention of the actual name, some weird substitutes like 'Burning Cigar', 'Dirty Wolf', 'Menacing Threatener!' or even a 'Maniac MOnkey' with generous references to to some equally 'interesting' rock star (Pardon me if I cant differentiate between rock and metal, for both are hard to me). Then there are these lonely Devdas' who crib, cry, swear at their lost love. Far away from all these lies another category, (oops! categorizing again). You'll have to read a million links and hyperlinks to understand a single blog. Often filled with content much beyond the actual blogs, they make long long reading. Not to forget tech blogs, first time blogs (Ah! my first post, hello everyone stuff), pages by first year undergrads (the tender age where most lecturers seem perfect material for some ridicule), poetry and the list goes on and on.....

Oh! the sexist that I am, I was totally oblivious about the opposite sex. Here, you would find only three types of blogs. First, extremely sensitive sweet blogs, talking at length about the redness of roses or the lavenderness of lavender. Second, blogs that yap, yap, yap, yap and yes! yap more with no obvious intentions. Last but not the least are the blogs of the liberated women power of the 21st century (is it 22nd??). Marked by heavy use of swear words, blasphemous contents and of course Sharukh Khan!

Lastly, there are some blogs that are best left unread. Like the one you just managed to read!!