Writer’s Block

This time, the huge break is due to illness, Writer’s block, engineering exams, and a wholesome combination of dull happenings in my life. Apologies for the same.

Mr. Brightside

A man walking on the road sees an armoured vehicle go by, with a huge police escort. He observes the hulabaloo for a while, and sees something fluttering towards him. He catches it, and to his intense surprise, it is a Rs 10,000 note. With a shake of his head, he throws the note away and walks along. Noticing a TV on display at the showroom, he goes to have a look at the morning news. To his dismay, he sees the RBI Governor announce that a new note of Rs 10,000 has been introduced to the public. If only he’d believed…

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The admission process to a college is in progress. A boy looks at the ranks to which seats are being allotted. He has a score of 89%. But the score at which the current admissions stand is a whopping 94%. There are 20 seats and 200 students before him, for his preferred field. He has to choose between the train he has to catch back to his hometown, or wait for an improbable seat till very late in the evening, due to technical delays. He chooses to leave on the rain. When he gets back home, he checks out his standing in the admission procedure. There are 10 seats and only 7 people before him. His heart skips a beat…

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Girl lies in bed while looking at her bright mobile screen. She has a smile on her face. Her boyfriend has got excellent results in his exams, and he has offers from many universities. The only problem is that he has an opportunity to go to a very good university away from home. An equally good college right here at home has offered him a seat, but the lure of hostel life appeals to him. She doesn’t want him to give up his dreams, but in jest, she messages, “Are you leaving me?” Seeing his reply as “I might want to”, she switches off her phone, and it remains that way till next evening. When she tries to call him that time, his mom picks up, and in a tearful voice, explains that he’d lost his life in a bike accident. If only she’d had one last time to tell him what he meant to her…

A lot of things we do in life are done hurriedly. Sometimes we think back on them, sometimes we don’t. But whatever you decide, don’t be too hasty or impatient about it. Or you might live to regret it later :)

Reasons Why We Love June…

1. I’ll be back with some new posts, which will mean I’m still motivated to continue with my blog. Yay.

2. We get our vacations now, after everyone’s done.

3. And it’ll be raining when we’re NOT going to college. Which means we’ll be sadistic and rag everyone who’s taking that mucky road to hell :D

4. Inglourious Basterds will be out soon!

5. Kaminey will be out soon. I reiterate that I just want to watch the movie based on the name of the movie.

6. The transfer season actually makes my months :D

7. I’ll also be doing more research on my posts. Which means that you’ll get to read less half-baked posts. But probably more boring ones. Sucks to you.

Too Many Humans

We all know SPCE. I should rephrase this sentence to say, we all “think” we know SPCE. The fundamental thing to know about SPCE is that SPIT is connected to its original college physically as well as emotionally, akin to a mother’s bond with its child, the umbilical cord. Don’t get me wrong here. I am not being sappy, just getting my similes right. For SPCE Is as old as a mother to SPIT, infrastructure-ally as well as otherwise.

But the point I’m trying to make here is not about the bond between CE and IT. The point is about the knowledge you have about our humble college. Many students have tried and failed at an attempt to fathom the mystery behind the many secret rooms in SPCE. A rambling old building tends to have many rooms, and SP is no different. It’s divided into two wings, and each has a share of its secrets.

Many say a grand old treasure is hidden in the depths of the college, but brigands and pirates have not managed to get a whiff of it as yet. Enterprising detectives have tried their hand at peering into every classroom, and even initiated contests at the college festival, but have been unable to elicit a squeak from the guardians of the priceless and nameless entity.

Recently, there have been rumours going around about a monster residing somewhere in SP, and children fear to roam about in the college after dark. The monster is said to consume many pints of beer, remnants of which are rumoured to have been found on the SP terrace. In these days of doubt, the SP management locks up most of the college, in a bid to stay the monster and abate some of its anger.

Here are some of the rooms that have a certain mysterious air about them, and are in definite need of investigation:

1. Toilet on the 2nd Floor, close to the FE IT class

Located on the highest floor SP can offer, this is more popular amongst the IT people. Being a very mysterious and introverted lot themselves, they hardly let anyone know about this toilet. The toilet is as much a part of SPIT as it is of SPCE. Hardly anyone in SPCE knows of this place. It is remarkably small, has no mirror, and is virtually non-existent, referring to its size. It would hardly be called as an “ideal” toilet. As a TE remarked wisely, you wouldn’t know about it even after 3 years in the college.

2. The Gymkhana

Invisible to the naked eye, except to people who are in definite need of some shrink, this place has been widely documented and well ridiculed by some of my seniors. It is a deliberate insult to a gym, and a big insult to any sport. It is located at the end of a small, yet arterial road, just off the road leading to the workshop. The Gymkhana is well-stocked with all the necessary equipment required to ensure the health and well-being of the SP crowd. However, you need to pick a perfect time to enjoy its services, because it is highly popular with the aam junta, to whom this place is better known than their own classes.

3. Some classroom on the 2nd, which has no desks at all

This is one place you will never notice at all. It is almost always closed. Sometimes, it is inhabited by the lonelier kinds of the human race, merely to have somewhere to vent their frustrations. The room appears to have no use at all, except during some times when some teacher seems to be sitting in a chair with all her students around her. I have never been able to solve the mystery behind this behaviour. Will try to learn more about the goings-on of this room. Keep your eye out for it.

4. The dumping area on ground level

It is a highly claustrophobic area, with not much room for manoeuvring. Is a dumping ground for strange things. Strange sounds have been heard from its nooks and crannies when we have entered for retrieving our football. We’ve discovered every piece of furniture to have existed at SP at any point in its life, to be enjoying a nice rest there. Not many people know about this place, but you will find it when you miskick your football, to enter a realm of decadence and ageing.

5. The Wind Tower Room

I never really bothered to read the name for this room. It is a room you will see everyday, yet manage to ignore. It is well camouflaged. The only thing you will notice about it is all the water lying about the place. As a certain friend cleverly noted, it might be a medieval torture room of sorts, where the tortured souls are forced to urinate on themselves. Of course, the “clever” is in doubt. The room itself is a paradox, with no possibility of wind, due to lack of windows.

P.S: For the link to a brilliant video, this is where you can find it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfUS6mONpZ8

The Fiftieth!

I had contemplated writing a special article for my fiftieth blogpost, even taking the pains to research a subject I recently loved to like. I was all serious about it, reading articles on Wiki, downloading the movie Se7en to get a bit of background and even psychoanalysing a few of my friends. Yes, the Seven Sins were to be my Fiftieth blogpost.

But alas, fate(?) intervened, and I found myself lacking the inspiration(which happens rarely) or the ideas to put it all together. The last straw was when I forgot to save whatever I had written, depending on the ever-dependable WordPress to pull me through. That did not happen, which is precisely why I am here writing a consolatory post as my fiftieth.

It’s been a nearly a year since I started blogging, and it has definitely not beena breeze. I have gone through phases when I felt blogging wasn’t worth the trouble. You do get disillusioned when the pretty picture someone’s painted you about instant fame is shattered. It’s not all fun, being a blogger. You have to be constantly motivated to write something to keep your readers enthused, not to mention interested.

The time I started my blog was the most torrid time of my life, when I struggled with the idea that I might actually end up languishing in a 3rd rate college in some corner of Mumbai. WordPress.com was the only thing that helped me gain some self-confidence during that time. Even after exams were over and I got the time to write more often, I was frustrated by the lack of readers my blog had. Yet, I kept at it, and my real reward came when I joined SP. A certain friend has helped in publicizing my blog, and I cannot thank him enough for that. People have read, appreciated and hopefully enjoyed whatever I write, and more importantly, it has helped me make more friends at SP(both CE and IT). For this, I am grateful to all those people from SP who do read my blog.

Comments are the life-blood of a blogger. For all those lazy enough( ;) ) to not comment on anyone’s blogs, I would advise them to do so. Comments delight my fellow-sufferers like nothing else. So share the karma :D !

Gloating…

Yes, I’m not a very humble blogger. Yes, I count how many people visit my blog everyday. I love my blog, and it may be amateurish, but it’s the only thing in my life worth the while. 3505 hits and counting!

Now Reading: H.M.S Ulysses by Alistair Maclean
Now Listening To: Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac
Now Feeling: Lonely.

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