ORGANIZING RANDOMNESS

Alarm rings. I look at the phone : 7 am! I get up and sit upright. I had a choice, like always. I chose to get up for a change. I hadn't seen the morning sunlight for a really long time. I enter the washroom. And then, I remembered. The flush wasn't working as there were water issues in the building [Not our fault. Sometimes families also screw up]. There was yesterday's crap, which was still not cleared [:S :S] . We had some real crappy food yesterday night, and you know, things weren't looking good. Things were not smelling good either.  So, what did we do? My friend & I went to McDonald's and like hogged a really nice breakfast. We were hoping to do the morning ritual there, and we find the their toilets not functioning due to "technical reasons"! Technical Reasons? What? Do the bum showers have some sophisticated electronic hardware attached to it? Anyways, we head back home, rather constipated.  We follow the traditional approach of using the b...

Things have finally settled down a bit after a rather hectic 45 days. So last Saturday, few of us decided to go for the 2nd show for Oru Kal Oru Kannadi[OK OK]. There is nothing special about the film. It's just another mediocre effort, mediocre script, an awful hero, and a brilliant comedian. But, it's not the movie that I'll remember. It's the after effect, which was rather bizarre that day. There are 3 important things one has to remember when going for a Night Show: 1. Carry your documents along.  2. Don't throw away your movie tickets.  3. Wear Helmet. So, I strictly adhered to the above points. The theater was about 12km from my house. I had almost reached home, and surprisingly, there weren't any cops en route. But then, I was wrong.  I was stopped by them, along with another dude. He was returning home after his office party, and was little drunk. So, they dealt with him first. He didn't have any documents, no helmet, and w...

Earlier this week, my mom had left for Nagpur, to attend a friend's marriage. For her, it was a welcome break from her mundane activities. She is having a ball actually, sans her notorious son! :) If you are wondering what's so special about 'Home Alone', well, it kind of is. Rarely do I get the gigantic place for myself, and well, I was looking forward to it. Technically speaking, at home,we generally don't talk much. Nothing actually changed much initially. I still kept fiddling with my laptop or was on the phone. Apart from the usual stuff, I wanted this to be different. My school mates come home often. They don't need any invitation. My home is their home. But, for some reason, it's not the case with my college buddies. So, yes, I decided to call them over! Some of them did turn up, and we had a nice time.  What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!  Anyways, the next morning, they were gone and things were back to square one.  Now What? ...

Friday Evening. Most Important presentation of my career. I got out from my boss's cabin. I am one of those guys who barely sweats after half an hour of strenuous exercise; and here I was, dripping with sweat. My shirt was wet. This rather uneasy situation was probably a morale boost for my fellow associates. I didn't care for that. What I did care about was about the date I had that evening. I was 2 hours late.   'No Action this weekend as well!' Damn!  Well, just another solitary weekend, I thought. The only plus point was that I still had the 'Job' - that would pay my rent,  give me calories, pay my gym fees, buy me booze and smokes, pay my rather expensive pseudo 'dates', satisfies my parents, and ultimately that yields nothing but deep anguish within.  I headed to my apartment which was 5km from work. Naturally, it took an hour to reach! I had a nice cold shower and grabbed some beer. I had been alienated from curr...

08/08/08 - Very Auspicious Indeed. Go ask the numerologists. The Beijing Olympics had begun. Well, that didn't matter much to me. The onset of awesomeness had taken its course. Those were the days when the conversations would be like: A:  Hi. What's your cutoff? B: 199. :( :(. Nee? A: That's all? Sad dude.  :P :P B: You? A: 200 B: Must be ECE, definitely! A: Yes. I am so happy. ('We should ask him now the same question :P') Getting into ECE was/is/will be like getting a ticket for a Justin Bieber concert. Just like the latter, it is getting out of it, that matters. I recall the first day, leaving my house at 7 am, for some lab. I get into the bus and hand over a    50(Those days, the conductors would literally pound you for this. Now, if you have change, you get smashed!). So I reach college by 7 30, and still I am one of the last ones to get there. I see uptight looks on people. I mean, it is the first class for heaven's sake! I w...