My school life..

I was thinking of my crazy days in school.. I have been to most parts of India. I started with my kindergarten in Tuticorin, moving to Bihar, repeating U.K.G coz of some age probs, did till 2nd there, off to Rajasthan(Near Udaipur) till 6th half..remaining 6th in Oxford, Bangalore..7th to 10th in National Public School, Rajajinagar..11th and 12th, National College, Jayanagar..And finally here,IITM..

I had amazing school days..I jus regret one point in hindsight. All my school life, I've been mocking at most of the teachers, simply because I never found anyone good enough..(Till my JEE days of course..), and this has hit a hard nail onto me. I still remember my college principal telling me ' Karthik, it doesn't matter how hard you try, or how brainy you are, you will NOT succeed unless you have the blessings of the teacher. So, do not irritate them.' And i think I never managed to get anyone's blessings..lotsa curses though..and its costing me heavy..Some of my episodes were(Which I can recollect)...

1) My chem teacher..I used to constantly piss her off..like:

She : The electrode potential is always E(Anode) - E(Cathode) or E(Right) - E(Left).

Me : Maa'm. Why E(Right) - E(Left)..?

She : Because anode is always conventionally on the right..

Me : What if I look from the other side..?

Class goes into laughter.. And she goes like ' What do you think of yourself..blah..blah..'

2) I still remember paining our Bio teacher with one of my friends, while she did reproduction chapter..

She : Babies are born by a natural process called..whatever..

Me : Maa'm. Why natural.? Or..explain..

3) Paining math teacher in 7th(along with a guy, now here in IITM) for hajjar classes asking her why SSA congruency condition was not valid..and finally she accepting that SSA condition was valid but not there in syllabus..!

4) Got screwed once maajorly in oxford.. During a social class...I stand up and say

'Maa'm. If we go at this rate, we won't even finish even half the syllabus' I distinctly remember, she stopped taking classes after that, people in my class were really pissed off with me, and I had to go and beg..beg..plead..apology..with the princi too..And then, finally she yielded...huh.

5) Eating in class sometime, and getting screwed..


6) This was one heck of it..We had to write an english essay in an exam on any topic.. I wrote an essay which dealt with 'kidnapping' of our entire section, and guess who the kidnapper was : My PT Teacher. So my english maa'm shows it straight to my PT maa'm, and she shoves me big time..

7) This was real bad..
Me telling the Physics teacher in 10th that english class is free, and telling the eng teacher that phy maa'm wanted to take her class..got properly thulped..

8) In 8th, encouraging one of my friends to go and put the teacher in an awkward position by sayin ' Maa'm. He's calling me fucker..'

9) In 10th, we had this 5 marker question on 'menstrual cycle ' in Bio. I wrote such a ridiculous one line answer that she came and asked me ' Karthik. Whats this..?'. The answer was something I don't want to be putting up here.( I got half..for the diagram..)

10) I think this was sometime in 6th..or 7th..English class..

She: Karthik..Stand up, and give me an example of a request (question).
Me: Can you please go out..?
Class into hajjar laughter..Don't even remember what happnd after that..

And then of course there was the case in 9th when me and 4 others were suspended for 3 days because we laughed uncontrollably at a teacher's torn saree(Torn in an objectionable place)..Can't help it much though..

Well, it goes on as usual. And I can somehow sense that all that is affecting me. I am nowhere near my potential now. Doing reasonably well, but nowhere near my best..So i stopped doing all this.. If I get pissed with a prof now, I either bunk the class, or sleep..Besides, if I try out my usual school stuff here, my efforts for getting into IIT might go a waste...Might very well get kicked..

High hopes..

Well..Continuing along the lines of the 'suttum vizhi' post, its time again when I just have to write about this song. High Hopes, by Floyd. The impression usually goes around that most of the Floyd songs are dope songs, they send you on a instant high once you listen to them. And I experienced this in this song. An absolute dope song, it takes me on a high every time I listen to it..And I've listened to it over a hundred times now..Which effectively means I've gotten a high a hundred times..!

Love..

An arbit poem about love, no rythm, no nothing..but anyways, jus felt like writing one..

What is it that happens to us when we are in love,
Why does the world seem to hold no meaning at all,
You could spend ages with her, chatting away,
And yet not feel the tide of time passing away.

You see her in your eyes, all time of the day,
Little do you realise what you gotto pay,
As you dream of her throughout the day,
God only help you, hold your way.

You know very well your concentration is lapsing,
But alas! You're helpless, it's not your fault,
Then do you realise how tough this is,
Studies and love together are surely taxing!

You know she's all in life you need,
And never to anything else could you pay any heed,
But a good boy as ever you were,
You give it your best, well, to forget her.

Lo! Time is taking its toll on you,
You're unable to manage the pressure,
As you vacillate between the books and her,
Shivering at thoughts of grades that summer.

But no, it turns out much tougher,
As you start feeling inseparable from her,
Of your future, as your mind reminds you,
You curse your fate, your mind in a hullaballo.

But you see, God's always there,
Watching you with the ever smiling face,
How to get you out, does he know,
Provided you take time off to give him a bow.

So God's what does the trick,
And gets you out, well before any hitch,
And then you go on a studying spree,
With the thought ' God! Can I fall in love when I am free?'

Language..

Over the past year, my ways of communicating with friends have radically changed.. towards the negative side. Its reached a point where almost every sentence of mine has more non dictionary words than the dic ones. Some of them are ( A few are explicit!)...

Before : ' How do you do this problem? Its very tough.'
Now : 'Ey..This problem is rod da..how the fuck do you do it..?'

Before : ' My cycle is making so much noise'
Now: ' This damn thing is gen making N noise'

Before : ' I did very badly man '
Now : ' I cupped hajjar man ' or ' Got denged '

Before : ' I am so depressed '
Now : ' I am hajjar pained '

Before : ' He's such a pain '
Now : ' He's a madar..'

Before : ' I just love this organic chem '
Now : ' Organic is just sexy..'

Before : 'Hey..No way..thats wrong'
Now : ' Bulla..My ass thats right'

Before : ' Don't exaggerate'
Now : ' Don't put cock'

Before : 'The paper had some tough questions'
Now : ' It was gen shady'

Before : ' He's so good. Such an amazing guy'
Now : ' He's GOD'

Before : ' This is irritating me so much '
Now : ' This is a co..sucking thing '

Before : ' This isn't working properly. There's some problem'
Now : ' This is slisha screwed up da..'

Before : 'He doesn't tell anything to others '
Now : ' He's such a RG bastard '

Before : ' Everybody did badly da '
Now : ' Junta got rap..'

Before : ' The paper was so tough.!'
Now : ' Mothering only..'

Before : ' Its ok. Don't keep that in mind'
Now : 'Ey. Pack da. Balls to that'

.......The list goes on and on..Dunno when I'll stop using this language. Hopefully its not too late before I can recoupe.

Muahaha..

Done with my BT exam today. Went quite well. Was just reminded of this incident which happened day before, in the morning. Hostel life glorified.

Maths class at 8 in the morning.

I send a SMS to one of my friends at 7:50 saying ' Are you going to the math class..?'

I get a reply at 7:55 sayin ' I don't know da. I'll see if I'm awake'

Me: rolling....

Once again..

I am once again in the 'Bunked classes-Oh shit, what to do now-Mug last minute-Vomit out' state. BT101..(Forget the name..I don't even know it..)

The only problem being this time there is too much to mug..600 odd slides..and 3 days left..

Suttum vizhi...

Well..I wonder, as to why music has such an enormous impact on most of our lives. Its a sweet mystery, as to what happens to our brain when we hear a tune that somehow matches the frequency of our nerve cells..and we just feel like going on with it, on and on..feel like closing our eyes, imagining ourselves in an alien, heavenly infinitely vast place, with only us, and the song..There IS most obviously a CERTAIN relationship between music and our response to it..The basic inspiration for this post is a song from one of the recent tamil movie 'ghajini' called 'suttum vizhi'. This has become one of my all time favourites, dunno why, as whenever I listen to it, with Bombay Jayashree's voice sweeping my body away,I almost reach an unconscious state,
unconscious of the sorroundings, and all I hear is...the music. Thats the main point why this post came up..This is not an extraordinary song or anything, but somehow, SOMEHOW, it takes my mind with it, and I feel there is some unseen force thats overpowering me, making me go in waves with the song..I am lost for words..Someone..someone, please explain..!!

Harris Jayaraj is GOD..

ID120...

Hoo hoo... I managed a score of 56 on 80 with last minute prep..! Thankee God..

I am in love...

...With my SOM prof.. Just reminds me of one of his 'Oh very many' motivations he gives us..

"The difference between the students of IIT and the other colleges should be that they should know how to solve a problem with data given, you should know why the data is given"

Man..he rocks..