Lets Get Reco(ta)rded!...

Record Work - A Herculean task which students across the world, or atleast in my college, loathe to do but are forced to do so solely because the teachers cherish pushing innocent students like us (I'm just not referring to myself!..I'm generalizing!..But any cynicism in the form of comments intended to slaughter my image are most welcome!) into Hell and laugh at our plight as we struggle to be victorious in this perfectly needless exercise!...

I would rather appreciate walking into a room filled with hot molten lava, guarded by vicious menacing canines(I totally freak out when it comes to dogs!) equipped with 1500 watt speakers playing Avril Lavigne at an ear piercing volume, but I simply can't write records!...
Statutory Warning : All this is just a figment of my vast imagination, so please do not try putting me into any of this torture!..

I just do not understand why these retarded fools (My Teachers!..) make us act like xerox machines and photostat pages and pages of crap that is already there in our manuals!...They also give us such short deadlines and we are forced to sit all night and work so that we get permission to enter the lab during our semester practicals. (Or atleast that is how they threaten us!)..

I also am clueless to why most respectable colleges employ such devils to conduct our practical classes!..A standing example would be my Electrical Engineering Lab In-charge, whose name I refuse to disclose for personal reasons!...She is such a ruthless merciless semi-barbaric tyrant female who, had she been born a hundred years earlier, would have sent Adolf Hitler himself scurrying for cover!...She effortlessly puts that I'm-the-sweetest-female-on-earth smile and captivates students into believing that she is a nice person but once you land up entering class with your records incomplete, you are done for!...She might tear your image apart with her heartless statements and massacre you in front of your class!...But the ones who laugh at you are the ones who get a better dose when their turn comes up!..:D

She is also a professional at tearing record sheets and she does it with such perfection and elegance that I always wonder if she would have previously worked at a cinema ticket counter tearing out tickets for people!...Thus we land up bunking classes and sitting and writing her records all day (Not that we would'nt bunk otherwise but even a half-witted fool would prefer munching on mysore bondas at the canteen rather than doing that slave driver's work!...)

Now she is just one among the list of countless dictators in my college though if I had to rate them, Miss know-it-all would win hands down!...I guess you would have now understood why engineering students use this trademark statement "Engineering is sooooooo tough da!!"...

Now comes the worst part...After we work like slaves and complete all our records, the lab attendants (They are pretty nice people though, but their level of partiality is gender oriented!) drive a rusted iron nail through my record!...(Now that's how they can show that the record is completed and signed it seems..A practice followed in most schools right from the 10th!)When I see it, I literally am able to feel the long pointed steel pike piercing my teenie weenie delicate little heart!...But such is fate and we are compelled to undergo this inhuman torture for the next three years!...

I'm venting out all this not to gain your sympathy, but to portray the plight of us!...There are no solutions to this problem, but feel free to put forth your views on this subject but please understand that if your views are not against this topic your probability of getting into my bad books is reasonably high!...Oh wait!..I still have not done my record index yet... So I must bid farewell!...Adios!...

S.L.E.E.P - Sheer-Laziness-Effortlessly-Encouraging-Procrastination!...

Slumber - A simple yet contagious syndrome affecting most students facing exam tension!...God!...If only I could write my records during my sleep, my life would be a splendid replica of paradise!....Alas!...Now my life's turning out to be a perfect catastrophe thanks to this entertaining and enlightening activity called Sleep!..

I guess books (Only the academic ones!..) have this inbuilt sleep-inducing mechanism that could by far, be a lot more superior to most excellently conjured intoxicating potions in wizarding world!....Hmph!...

Now to the procrastination part....Once sleep creeps into me, however energetic and vibrant I may be, I find all my energy sapped out of my body and I crave and long for my darling pillow and my lotus-soft mattress!...And to add fuel to the fire, my college books are like pillows themselves, and bring out captivating images of me hugging my Cathy (By the way, thats what I call my pillow...Makes it a lot more simpler to stimulate sleep!..:D)..Thus I always land up having to choose between studying while I duel my sleep or to go flatten myself out on the bed!....

No points for guessing that my option is predominantly the latter!...Which is why I land up postponing most mandatory jobs for the next day..Now this keeps happening every day until I land up standing in front of my teacher, my tasks still incomplete, my eyes scanning whether my boots are well polished, and hers, boring unto me expecting answers for her billion-dollar questions!...

I still am spiritedly hunting for that one solution that would eradicate this problem of mine..But right now I have already begun traversing my path towards dreamland and I guess I lost control over what I was typing quite some time back...My humble apologies if there are errors...

By the way, all comments, suggestions and solutions to this devastating problem are most welcome!....Im already drifting away!....Yawn!....

Life - God - Success - Oh and my first Blog!..

This is supposed to be my first blog!..I thought it would be advisable if I started with the one thing that my mind is generally preoccupied with at all times...Bingo!....It is God!..well if I have to contemplate on the concept of God as such it would take me another 1600 blog entries and a lot of patience and even if I actually land up being succesful in this herculean endeavour most of us would be octogenarians and India would have won their second World Cup(or so I hope)....

Oh now back to the topic...Why did I start off with this topic?..Well as my first statement suggests I am a God-fearing person (Though I call it God-loving) and so I visited the temple as a part of my regular routine...I happen to see this girl(I saw her praying!...So chill!...I am a strong-willed person when I am in temples)..The girl was in....Conversation with God!...Standing in front of an Idol and whispering out dialogues..or rather petitions...And from my point of view it was a futile one-sided conversation(If it was one sided WHY would I call it conversation?..)..Now let me come to that!...This girl, an innocent girl that she is, whenever she saw someone observing her, she reduced her decibel level to a very hushed tone or she generally stopped...I kept observing her during my rounds (They call it 'pradakshanam'...If you aren't very much into all this, then skip the last statement) and I realised that she was pursuing her petition session with vigour.

Now what intrigued me was the result of the girl's ..ub...session as I would like to call it for now..She had this broad smile planted upon her face once she was done with that...And after her share of rounds she walked out....Now here's the turning point..The dangerous part...After few months comes the second half of this incident... my mom was on her way to a grocery shop and since I was at the peak of boredom and I fancied a walk, I tagged along with my mom...N suddenly my mom yells "Shrutieeee...."...N lo behold!...Its the girl from the temple!..My mom's like "Epdi ma exam ellam panne...Results vanthacha?"(vaguely translated as "How did you do your exams dear..have the results come out?")..And to this she replied saying she had got over 90% and was the second highest in her school....And after a small talk with the girl, my mom continues to walk...And she tells me "Epdi vangina ne therle da...Saatharnama thaan antha ponnu padippa"...Which means "I have no idea how she did so well...She is a very normal student"!.....

Now that's how the concept of God materialised in my mind and I have been all the more involved in it!...Well if it still has not struck your dumb brains, her performance is attributed to the conversation with God(refer to my 2nd paragraph if you have lost touch)...And thus I justify my topic.... Life - God - Success!...:D