:-)

Told my dad I drink. He asked me to be in control and be safe :-)
This is brilliant, I say!

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May the M dv/dt be with you

It does

It feels good to be back.

Pics

This Pulitzer prize (2006) winning photograph shows two students of Mechanical Engineering at IIT Madras in one of the classes. The expression of helplessness on one student's face and the yawn on the other's shocked the entire world and humanity.

This is another Pulitzer Prize winning photograph that shows one student of Mechanical Engineering at IIT Madras collapse to a natural state of sleep in his classroom. The expression on the student's face and his desire to hug something (the back rest) portraying his inner suppressed desires, shocked the world.

Hmm

If there's one thing IIT teaches you, which nothing else does, probably - It's stretching your mind - stretching the capacity of your mind to get fucked. You get fucked - You try to recuperate - You get fucked again. You get no time. Things hit you hard. You learn to smile, and come out.

Now doing

Tensor Calculus :-)

Long time

The Sensex is driving people out of their senses. Bhutto's People's Party clearly doesn't appeal to all the people. Lewis Hamilton needs tons of luck in his life. What's right without a left, they say. Couldn't be truer in today's world. Ditch all that. Let's get to some inputs from my side to the world.

1. Never take short to and fro walks on a street.

I did this a couple of days ago when I dropped my sister at the Dentist's place. I was waiting outside, and for lack of a better thing to do, I decided to take short walks - back and forth, and did so for a while, till I realized someone was giving me company. I looked beside, and there it was, a nice dog. It seemed like it (he/she) had discovered this new dimension in life - Back and forth walking. I stopped, waited for a minute. I started walking, and it started too. I stopped, and yes, it did, too. And then it looked up at me. (I love it when I'm so tall, the angle of inclination at which these small things look at me gives me a kick, like I'm something they look up to, really. Like I was three feet away approximately, which makes it, um, arctan(2). Pretty decent). I decided there was only one way I was going to get rid of it without scaring it. I stopped, took steps sideways (perpendicular to my original direction). It was confused, and it walked away. I felt proud.

2. IQs of RJs

I was on a nice drive, and I made a mistake. I turned the radio on, and I had to hear RJs stuttering away - with words losing their identity, and only sentences having theirs. As in, usually, an alphabet is the tiniest bit you can break down anything to, but for RJs, it's a sentence. It is, gentlemen, a fucking sentence! No, you may not have the right to listen to, or discern words that make them up. Only sentences. And, right from branding 'Kadhal' (love) as success or failure as if it were a race, to high degree illogical statements like Kadhal illamai Vazhkaye Illai ('Without love, there is no life'. I thought it was the other way around), the RJs just prove the Logarithmic IQ law of the universe. The Logarithmic IQ law (Courtesy PBK) states that there are two sets of people in this world.

Set 1: IQ1 = 100 to 160+, IQ1 = Integer
Set 2: IQ2 = log (IQ1)

These RJs are part of Set 2, with logarithmic IQs.

3. Never eat your favourite sweet and drive a car.

Never, ever, do this. It's dangerous. Like this time, when I had a small box of Kaju Burfis to keep me busy while driving. The thought process, went something like this (in a span of 10 seconds)

This Kaju burfi is brilliant - Oh, where's the brake - How can something be so good - Where the hell is the brake - Wow, wow, wow - Ah, there is the brake - Fuck, this is awesome, haven't tasted stuff like this before - Oh, there's something ahead - This is just melting in my mouth. Wow - Oh, that something is coming closer - I should buy more of these - Ok, why is the car ahead coming closer - This rocks - Ok, I need to do something, it's coming too close - Oh, shit, no, I'm going towards it - Wow, I love this again - I think I should brake - Kaju Burfi man, fuck. Pack brake - Oh no, it's a meter away - Oh, apply the brakes - Yumm, Yumm - Shit, I'm gonna bang into it - Brak...Yumm. BRAKE...

4. A Certain Professor

I heard from a MTech student here, that a certain well known senile professor of the design department in Mechanical Engineering here living his last days (Clue: Invert dasarpaviS) gives problems in exams of the following nature.

Original Problem (In a book) - ' Tom and Harry carry out a stress analysis on a beam of the following shape...... They find the critical tangential stresses to be 10 and 20 MPa. They further go on..... Dick joins them and finds out that they've missed out on the normal components of the forces. He corrects them.....'

Problem in the Exam: ' Senthil and Palaninathan carry out a stress analysis on a beam of the following shape...... They find the critical tangential stresses to be 10 and 20 MPa. They further go on..... Panneerselvam joins them and finds out that they've missed out on the normal components of the forces. He corrects them.....'

Creativity, they call it.

5. Advertising

There are so many schools today that teach advertising, the art of advertising, and the different forms of advertising. Advertisers today are moving on to subtlety, capturing emotions, spreading a strong message, developing a brand as a relation, etc. But, my dear friends, there are many who choose to think otherwise, and advertise in the most kuntriest fashion.

Well, I define Kuntryness in advertising to be this:

Kuntryness - Directly Proportional to -> T1/T2

(Or) Kuntryness Ratio = k T1/T2

Where k = Proportionality Constant
T2 = Total duration of the advertisement
T1 = Time duration when the brand name is read out

For instance, an average Ad, say a Ford Ad, would be of a minute's duration, with Ford coming for 3-4 seconds towards the end. The Kuntriness Ratio for a Ford Ad = 1/15 (Take k=1)

Consider the following Ad, which I heard on the radio the other day (It was in Tamil, I'm trying to translate it into English here)

'Saravana Stores. Saravana Stores for your mom. Saravana Stores for your dad. Saravana Stores. Saravana Stores for your brothers and sisters. Saravana Stores. Saravana Stores for Deepavali. Saravana Stores for Sarees. Saravana Stores for Jewelery. Saravana Stores. Saravana Stores for everything. Come visit. Saravana Stores. Pondy Bazaar, T Nagar. Saravana Stores. Yes, you heard it right, Saravana Stores. '

Kuntryness Ratio would be nearly 1. Fucking one! I mean, what the Sarafuckingvana is this? I swear, if at all I have enough money sometime in the future, I'm going to do a leveraged buyout of Saravana Stores and close it down.

6. Cosmozone

An Ad on Mount Road for a brand of Clothing, Cosmozone, caught my attention, even when I was driving.



Getting to the point, are we?

Fuck

Fuck everything in life man. Fuck it. Fuck fuck fuck it.

Fuck it.

Bisi

I've been busy for the last few days, or at least would like to claim so - for the larger good of mankind. As proof, you could consider the dreams I've been having. Lately, I don't seem to be seeing people, things, nothing. I seem to be reading only sentences.

Like I frequently read 'However, the candidate is expected to demonstrate his/her competence in all the three sections'. Then I fucking start breaking open the seal in my dream, only to find nothing. Then someone laughs at me, and I can't see who. But it sounds familiar. Ditch.

I also usually see 'Sorry, we will not be able to participate owing to lack of funds'. (Ironic, as that may sound. I mean, what the hell - Owing to lack of funds?)

Cha, bad.

Hmm

Now, there seems to be a small problem (?) I have.

I realize that there has almost never been a moment in my life when I've sat back and thought 'I've achieved something' and have felt really happy about it.

What is this supposed to mean? Is this good? Is this bad?

Hmm, whatever.

Um

7th, it is.

@all: Ditch it. Arbit post.

8RF

My good friend and Cockas had tagged me quite some time back, and I conveniently chose to ignore it - flatly telling the world that I was too busy. I usually don't like lying, so here I am, responding to the tag.

Here are the rules:

1. Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.
2. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts.
3. Players should tag 8 other people and notify them they have been tagged.

8RF about me:

1. I have given my parents enough reasons to believe (forcibly, perhaps) that I'm one screwed up kid they have. It all started with U.K.G, when I proposed to a girl in school. I was expecting a better reaction to a 'I love you' than the girl walking straight home and telling my mom about it. If I seriously meet his girl now (That I don't remember her much makes it rather impossible), I would like to clarify to her that I didn't really mean it then and she should stop taking things seriously in life.


2. I was a naughty kid at School. I've got sent out of class more number of times than I can remember, I'd been suspended in 9th Std for laughing at a teacher's torn Saree (at an objectionable spot) and many more such memorable incidents. Some teachers also used to have a problem with me using their full names directly in the articles I used to write in the 'writing' section of the English paper. It was embarrassing to them, apparently. For instance, I remember I wrote a short story in an English exam where I based the story on a kidnapping incident with our PT teacher as the kidnapper. I really loved writing the story, but didn't really like the scolding that followed.


3. I've had great problems with my braces, when I had them. I've broken my incisors during volleyball, I've had my lips stuck between the braces once, etc etc so much so that my dentist told me openly that I was one of the 'strangest' and 'most difficult' patients he had had. I'm morbidly afraid of braces now.


4. I consider logic to be one of the main guiding principles of my life. Everything has to be logical to me, has to 'make sense'. Otherwise I get really pissed and sometimes can't stand it. Though I've had people arguing with me suggesting that things are not entirely logical in the world. I somehow find that tough to comprehend. I wouldn't want to be a logician or anything, but I'd largely want to use logic in my professional career - whatever may be the situation. I think it's one of the best things in this world, right now.


5. I am called 'Database' by some people. The reason for this follows. I grew up wanting to be in IIT, largely because of my dad and his constant glorification of the place and imbibing this feeling into me that I should be here or nowhere else. Harmoniously, I too developed that passion for IIT, and specifically JEE. I religiously used to follow all the JEE toppers' names - those that used to come in papers etc. I just used to relate to JEE so much in life, that it was pretty laughable. One of the most memorable incidents regarding this has been the following:

Incident : Ragging in my freshie year - At Gurunath - Torso, Mahanama etc

Torso, to me: So tell me, have you heard of AT? (AT is Arvind Thiagarajan, IITM batch of 2005 - JEE 2001 topper)

Me: Of course

Torso: What of course? How do you know him?

Me: He was AIR 1 in 2001

Torso: Oh, so you're some big stud eh? All JEE 1 and all you know. Bastard. Tell me, who was AIR 1 in 99?

Me: Abhinav Kumar. He's now at Harvard

Torso: !!. 97?

Me: Arvind Sararf

Torso: Wtf! 95?

Me: Subash Ajit Khot

Torso: Floored

Don't blame me. I'm really passionate about a few things


6. One thing I just cannot do in life is to be Average. I always have this urge in me to be the best in whatever I do, and I feel miserable if I'm not. Of late, I've understood that this urge in me is not entirely practical - So I've begun to accept compromises - However, I would still want to be the best.


7. I always look for humor in life - Day to day incidents - People. To me, a person is lifeless is he/she is not funny. And I've increasingly started to dislike people who do not appreciate humor and like those who do. To me, that's something that can keep you going anytime.


8. I'm a big big Pink Floyd fan. To give you an example, I really plan to have Floyd playing in the background during my wedding reception (when_ever I get married, that is)

I don't tag anyone.

Hmm

Life's been nice to me of late; Intern was nice, college's about to start in a week's time. It feels really good to be back home. One of the things I sorely sorely missed during my intern, was the spam folder in my Gmail Account. There they were, hundreds of them ranging from 'Nobody likes it if you fake it' - to - 'Become really big' - to - 'How grown are you' - it is just too trippy to read all these and keep deleting them.

Also I've discovered that GRE is one of the most pointless exams I'll be giving - Makes no sense at all to just mug words like we used to mug big big answers in School.

And I'm really contemplating whether to close this blog.

Hi!

Hi guys, girls, Makam and others

I've not been able to post anything of late. Blogger's blocked at my intern place. Apparently, one can always choose to blog away company secrets to the world if he/she wants.

Will post soon! Till then, take care and have fun!

Hmm

Scene: Me studying something seriously

My sis to me: Are you concentrating and studying?

Me: Of course

She: Ya, so you're not.

Ironic isn't it, that you can never say I'm concentrating while you're actually concentrating, unless of course, the only thing you're concentrating on are the words I'm concentrating. Even then, Blah.

Crack!

I've been wanting to post this for a long time. This post is dedicated to Aunty

A few days back, last month perhaps, it was a hot afternoon on one not so particularly enjoyable day. Now, what usually happens on a hot afternoon? A class of course! So it was. Maiya jabbering his usual set of disjointed words which were begging to be connected. I was expectedly seated in the last bench, appreciating many fine things like Maiya's good fortune that made him a prof at IITM etc etc. Sania and Aunty were sitting beside me on either side.

Maiya went on talking. I was half asleep. Maiya then wrote some shite on the board. Who cared.
The board was a good seven meters away. Suddenly Aunty sorta wakes me up, points to the board and asks me 'Macha, what does that look like to you?'.

I turn to the board and ask him 'What're you talking about?'

He replies 'That formula written there'.

I then looked up to find a formula which was written on the board

Well, it actually looked slightly different. It was Maiya's handwriting of course that made the difference. The actual one looked similar to this (Thanks to Caesar for making this in Photoshop :D)

Now, I looked at it and burst laughing. It was an absolute crack! Brilliant! Seven meters away a professor wanting to profess some serious stuff writes a formula involving an exponential function, hoping to get a response like Oh-my-God-Where-the-fuck-did-e power rt-come-in-refrigeration. Instead, you have good engineers, with hawk eyes that can spot beauty seven meters away!

This was one of the best cracks I had ever seen.

For those who still haven't got the beauty of the pic, shame on you. Eat a rat and take a closer look.

Skd

Apart from the numerous atrocities we've had to undergo in Mech through many preposterous acts by the aged people of IITM, there are a few gems too. Sample this: Skd, who said this in one of the classes:

'I have no reason to believe in God. But when I realize that one of the most efficient heat exchangers ever made in the past or the present is our throat, I have a strong reason to believe in God'.

Yes, it is indeed true. If you were living in a cold place with a room temperature of -10 deg, the air at that temperature could kill you. In microseconds, before the air reaches your lungs, the upper respiratory system acts as a regenerative heat exchanger (similar to fluidized bed) and brings the temperature to the body temperature. Brilliance.

Dear

To:

Madarmugam

CC: Madarprasad, MadarRao
BCC: Solar

Sirs

Sub: Reminding you of your senility

I would like to introduce myself as your killer to be. Take care.

Sincerely

CB

Wallpaper

My new wallpaper - 10 MW Solar power plant in California. Beauty ain't it?
Imagine sitting on the receiver and looking around!

Ooh

Oh yes, it's been quite a while since there has been any Verbodynamics on this page. Indeed. You should really understand, it's not my fault. Circumstances have caused the same. India was out of the World cup, and for a few days my hands objected to type out any word which had the letters I, N, D, I, A, W, O, R, L, D, C, U, P, H, A, R, B, H, A, J, H, A, N, Y, U, V, R, A, J, S, E, H, W, A, G, etc etc. Don't call me an idiot. I tried my best, till my hand spoke to me one night in my not so sweet dream, telling me that if I dared to write against it's wish, it would write my Power Plant Engineering End semester exam in Hindi. Now, why would I want to take such a risk. So, I let a few days pass by, till it was all fine, when something else happened: Supreme court stay order. Now, after this news came out, I had to spend a few days understanding the Indian judiciary, and to what extent the Supreme court judges can misuse their power (for instance, their personal vengeance against men with blue turbans and revealing Kurtas, etc) , because of which, again, I could never blog. I almost understood it perfectly, and was all ready to venture out to blog when I realized that I needed something else to blog, something essential, which wasn't with me. Come on, smartie. Of course, I'm talking about time. (Haa haa, I made you bulb). It took a few days, when I finally got what was necessary - the time to blog. I started blogger and was about to start posting, when a bad habit of mine played spoilsport : Often, I suddenly get the urge to read news. So, I opened a new Tab, and clicked on IBN. And lo, what I found there was a nice front page article and video of Richard Gere kissing Shilpa Shetty. Now, I again spent some time on analyzing that video, if it was morphed, or if it was really Gere kissing her, or someone like Himesh wearing a wax figure of Gere, etc. That took a couple of days, and I again lost time to write. Then my hand came to the rescue again. Yesterday night it again spoke to me in my dream, and told me that if I didn't blog today, it would write my Power plant engineering exam today. So, I just had to blog.