growling belly...

finally, the much awaited celeb-n8 or "jashnn" as it was named. a polite smatter of applause for our film and music society for managing to get the show on the road and pull it through without any mishaps. comparing it with what i have heard had happened last year when javed sum1-stol-my-balls ali had come, u cud actually say "good" and not have it sound like an overstatement. a brief account of the night- pritam tarried, pritam croaked, pritam left. err.. no thats not it. to be honest, it was a pretty decent way to spend an evening. and since i got to spend it with the person i already spend all my evenings with and love it, i am not complaining. pritam's entourage was good. his songs (i hate to use the word "his") wer good too. the evening, to be honest, did not give me everythng that i wanted from it, but it still ended up adding yet another cute li'l snap to this beautiful collage i am building. and ya, it made me miss my dinner. i hate celeb-n8's
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of bikes, fags and motherfuckers.....

bikes suck! sitting down here, now, in front of my desktop, i am wondering what the fuck did i do all day? just biking and nothng else. thanks to it, i missed out on meeting some very good friends, i missed out on watching movies that i have rented, i missed out on a dinner with my parents, i missed out on pretty much everything i had planned for today. and its not like i was riding some fancy bike on some fancy stretch of tarmac, it was just a plain ol' discover on ctc's roads. i fucking hate myself. add to it the spermless bastards who call themselves cuttack police. enforcing the helmet law as if their lives depended on it. well guys, fuck you! u dont simply decide one day to ask people who have been riding bikes all their lives with wind whipping through their hair to just strap on those heavy contraptions and move about. its decided, i am gonna go out for a ride tomorrow, and i am going without my helmet, jisko jo ukhaadna hai, ukhaad le! i am pissed with everything. and ya, new-found respect for my nicotine-addicted pals. i now get an idea how it is on u guys wen u dont get ur fags. u just simply need your daily dose. u need the high it gives u. u need to feel it run thru ur veins. u need to inhale in every breath. u need it to just 'be'. to clear the air (pun, laugh it up) i dont want people who are reading it and who are even a second older than 25, to freak out and call up my parents; i am not fagging.

fags remind me, there are people back there in the insti who are seriously pissing me off right now. wont be long before i start handing out pieces of my mind, in generous helpings. adios.

wow..!!

er...ahem....ya!!! phursat mile to sab bataunga....

long nocturnal walk, 2 cups of coffee, 1 of tea and some hot chocolate

ya thats pretty much all i did this evening, and considering how the day started, i, despite myself, will admit it was a pretty good ending. i woke up this morning looking forward to one of the most awkward, and possibly embarassing, conversations ever. but, hats off to the people involved, it turned out to be neither. so here i am, sitting, typing all this crap while people are busy sleeping,gtalking, jerking off, poring through books, or on the phone. but with all this caffeine in my blood, sleep is so out of the question. well atleast i have my hot chocolate, and in fact, i just finished the cup. but i dont think i am going to modify the title to something like ".........and a cup of hot chocolate", dont think so, it sounds cooler the way it is. i really have nothing to write about. i am talking shit and i fucking know it. but this is exactly what i wanna do right now, although i run the risk of losing whatever little readership i have after this post.so guys.....FACE!

shivratri tonight and our night canteen guy, in a state of utter inebriation, has decided to not open shop, thats the story behind my liquid diet. that reminds me, i have my midsems coming up in a week and i see no escape from the severe punishment my ass is gonna take this time. the problem this time is interesting subjects like electrical, mechanics, have been replaced by shithead topics, datastructures, environmental and safety. they are so boring, they are disconcerting. talk of boring, i really need to clear the air about this movie 'trainspotting'. i mean, what exactly do people see in it? all i saw was nothing but absurd and outlandish stabs at being "abstract". for me, no matter how highly it gets rated in imdb and no matter how many times d361 flashes its poster on its cover page, i wont like it. it was a fucked up movie the day it was released and its a fucked up movie now. only someone as pretentious,as wimp-assed and as sex-deprived, as danny boyle, could make it (ya slumdog millionaire sucked too; but not sunshine, flukes happen i guess).

i have machine-drawing lab 9.30 am tomorrow, a saturday. the fuckbrains of our insti are making us follow last monday's timetable on a saturday. told you life here is shit.


P.S. dont ask me how liquid diet reminded me that midsems are coming up. i am wondering about that myself.

mosquitoes.......!!

ok, so when i wrote the title of this blog i had some other things in mind which i wanted to write and it was mainly about these winged creatures which have so dramatically increased in numbers and are giving me such a hard time, but i just got a phonecall and turns out, at this moment, mosquitoes are the least of my worries. need sleep. good night.

Bunking DS classes

Well, here we go..... Formally beginning my blog from today, first the honours- special thanks to my e-cell senior for introducing me to this thing - i had always thot it wud be a pretty lame thing to do.......... sitting around writing stuff that no1 is actually gonna read; 2nd, to the rapidly heating up atmosphere of rkl for making me feel restless enuf; to sum oder ppl for pissing me off so bad yesterday night dat i HAD to find an outlet; and lastly to our dear and wish-he-was-departed HOD of CSE for making me so very disillusioned wid d concept of classroom teaching that i just bunked 2 hours of datastructures ( at great peril to my attendance) which ultimately afforded me the free time i needed to sit down and type away. There's a lot really to write about, so much that i hav no idea wher to start. 6 months here already and its like i know this place inside out although i get a feeling my real life here is only just getting started. and the way it looks i think i wil stash all my champagne in cold storage. too many frustrations, lot of angst, little compensation. case in point, i am real hungry at d moment and totally not in a mood to drag myself over to hex. so wat i did 5 mins bak is go ovr to d mess to grab a pack of hide n seek (nothing like chewing awy on ur fav biscuits while doing sum writing, innit?). turns out d mess guy is in d common room watching sum ridiculous movie where a woman, face painted black and tongue sticking out, was waving her trident at sum "bad guys" (also black-faced) hu wer scattering away evn before her trident pointed in their direction, all wid heart-rending screams that wud put messrs Wilhelm and co. to shame., all the while acompanied with sounds of bells and conches hitting the most jarring notes possible. so wat i did was call him and d bastard actually says,"dont disturb me during d climax, cum after 5 mins".

_l_ THIS is how i feel about life here at present. i hope things correct themselves in the future altho i dont count much on it. But i gess no matter how impossible the situation might seem to be, u never really let go of ur hope coz at d end of day dats wat keeps us goin....