End Of My Stories.

Stories about a validation phase protocol of which I have no clue, about Timestamps when my own clock was ticking away, Ink Pens which seem to run out of Ink all time and Keynesian theory I invented in the exam hall. You name a topic and yes there was a story. The topics which I vaguely remembered and spent time too busy to fill words were less than the time staring at the water can looking at people who were just as bored as me and wanted a break. The extent I am bored is always proportional to the rate of spinning my already curled hair. The first one hour of my ANN exam was spent in desperately finding the difference between "Explain the structure of biological Neuron?" and "Explain the neuron communication?". To me, both were one and the same .I wrote it in the answer sheet and in the hurry forgot to even strike it ! Not only them, almost most of the questions appear to be pointing to a vague data in my memory space. I have even thought about the fate of the prof who actually goes through the stories I write ( so do the other Comp Sci students) . There was this habit of rechecking the paper to find if I had missed something when I was in school. Now I am even scared to even open my answer sheets lest I faint reading my chaat stories.
If I forget the three hour ceremony of filling answer sheets, I just love the exams. The last minute preparations with Yazhini and Sowmya, watching T.V series, Enrique and Ricky Martin videos, the idea of always bunking CT's(but never fulfilled),the target of submitting the paper within an hour ( Before Pradeep If possible), learning stuff from Viji and Nivi,solving crosswords,reading newspaper intently and lot more were worth writing the exams.

Sufi is back.

Sufi is back in roadies, Hell Down Under! Just two days back I was telling Amrit that he was one guy who never got to even show his talent before he got eliminated for no reason. Rumours claim that he actually won the show. Fingers crossed till its confirmed.

Freedom

I am terribly hungry and am locked up in a prison named hostel when guys at the same time can hang around at any time. So very discriminating! I just feel like shooting everyone who makes laws and still shout about equalities and bullshit. I hate MCP's who suggest girls for PR desks. Someday I will roam free, perhaps in a few months.I hate people who break lines and get in as if everyone else who is in line is extremely dumb. I hate people who claim they are all honest and nice because 99% cases they are not.

The Gift Of Gab

He talks, smiles and steals the show while I sit watch and listen. He entertains and remains in the memory of everyone while silently I fade into the background.Talk and steal the world.They may say just Blah but with such emotions and persuasion that we indeed say yes, it was so blah.
When we were returning from trip from Nit Warangal I noticed something really special in a person. Vk was sitting and talking casually. First a few people were in the bay, then few more came and all of a sudden the whole bay was filled with people.He was saying normal day today stuff like what happened when Raghavan caught him and what happens in his lab but in such a nice humorous way that everyone else was just glued together in that one bay, few hanging in the corners trying to grab every word he said and laughing. It was such a good time spent with everyone that I can never forget it. Anyone can forget any one of the person sitting in the bay, but not him. Few may paint, few may write while the other few may be excellent dancers but "Gift of Gab" is unique and outstanding.
I went to visit my teachers in SBOA few days back with my friend . I met all my teachers esp comp sci teachers. They remembered me and said " you were Santhosh's set na" . Few were telling all names like Ashwini, Radha , Divya before they struck the right cord.I heaved in relief .Even my name is not so tough to remember I thought but then teachers do handle tons of students every year and when I pop up in front of them after three years out of no where, it does become a bit tough. That made me thinking that indeed I belonged to Santhosh's set and not the other way round. He was the guy whose life revolved around words. If you find his mouth shut,that must be because he was eating from someone else's tiffin box ( or his for that matter). When mam started with "logic Gates" , Toll gate, colgate, billgate and every other gate was echoing in the room except boolean gates from him.
The stone in the pic is called the Blarney's stone.The Blarney Stone is a block of bluestone built into the battlements of Blarney Castle, Blarney about 8 km from Cork, Ireland. According to legend, kissing the stone endows the kisser with the gift of gab (great eloquence or skill at flattery). Happy Gabbing!

Are Ants Walking Always?

Do ants sleep? Do they have a brain? How large is their heart? Do they talk? Do they fight and have enemies? I wanted answers to all these questions when I saw them in a neat straight line in TP( Training and placement department) when we were asked to wait for the Oracle interview .I was either trying not to fall asleep in that sofa or was really interested in those cute ants. Few would break off the line and my sleepy head was imagining things like one particular ant did that because it confronted an ant it did not like to talk to. I wished I could hear them talk.Just when I was still not able to decide if ants really have grouped into like minded communities, I was called for my interviews. I really thought I did my HR bad. The news of my selection was one big surprise and later relief.My both Tech interviews were fine if not for the boring questions I had put to the second interviewer when he asked me if I had any questions to ask. I am sure he would not have dared to do that to any student who followed me in the interview. I was still in the ARE ANTS WALKING ALWAYS mood and started off.. Why is everyone running away to Blore? Where will there be place in Blore to live if everyone settles there? Why can't you have your company in a silent place like Assam? ( You know Assam is awesome!) What should I code for you guys for the company to pay me eight Lakhs or even six or even four?What are the qualities you guys exactly looking for in a student?Why is your company's share value RS 20 ?I mean is it not a bit on lower side? Why don't you open it to public? What is the feedback you would like to give about me ? Why is your company's written procedure so bad when it's reputation speaks otherwise?I did answer all the tech and coding questions he asked me but I guess that could never have compensated the damage done. When I came out, I had this intuition of overchaating the other person ( which comes frequently ).
I learned one thing after the interview, to speak out your mind and be free. I was desperately trying to be all serious and nice in my previous interviews. It never worked out.I wanted to ask CISCO panel why they conducted their written so late that no one had anything left in the mess to eat . I wanted to ask NetApp why they allowed guys to write using mobile torches when the current went off.It was unfair for others who did not have a torch in their mobile or not even a mob in first place.It was for five minutes but still. Murphy's Law works always. When you really not want something,you do get it.
So coming back to ants, do you really think that ants sleep? I always see them walking.


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A Talkative woman.

Timbuktu Timbuktu and Timbuktu. This place has got stuck up in my mind since three days . I wanted to write about it asap but for the lock up Opalites face after twelve at night. This place has this strange quality of entering my mind only when I can do nothing about it. Timbuktu is a place as you people can infer. There are people from Timbuktu in my college.These aliens do talk nothing other than Timbuktuians. Timbuktuians are known for their intelligence and sharpness. They hang with others of the like so that their sharp brains are not blunted by the foolishness of others. Now the question is " Do these people consider people originally born but migrated Timbuktuians?".To shed the invisible non existential generous nature of this lot,I may answer a YES. Timbuktuians are fun if only they would stop their outlandish talk and ardent devotion to Timbuktu at least for a minute.
I know this blog has nothing but Timbuktu . When things get on your nerves, you can't help
Timbuktufying about it. May God bless Timbuktu's. May God decrease their tribe .

PS : Lord Emsworth does not like girls who use post scripts . I came across this place in "The talkative man" by R.K Narayan.

Bey Ab To .

One thing I am very sure I love is songs.I start with one song in the morning and it keeps running in my mind ,mouth and notebook in a loop wise fashion till evening. One imposing threat to sit near me in class perhaps. Few things just add to the curriculum without threatening the sensibility or rationality of a person.Perhaps we shut our senses to these facts.
In the beginning, it was getting messages from people who intended to send it to another Lavanya . Then came cpc's and now campus placements .Go to eee Audi, listen to the ppt, write the exam and come back. It seems to have become some routine or soon shall be just like we subconsciously get up in the morning and brush ( provided u do).All I can sing is " Ab to aadat si hai mujhko aise jeene mein".