The truth...

from wikipedia: Bhaskara II tried to solve the problem by defining (in modern notation) .^[1] This definition makes some sense, as discussed below, but can lead to paradoxes if not treated carefully. These paradoxes were not treated until modern times.

Bhaskara XCLMVVLCM did it!!!

5 reasons to save the planet...

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Aren't you an a$$ ho !!



You need a reason?

List of GAWDS

a. GAWD

b. Jimi Hendrix

c. Gordon Freeman

d. Douglas Adams

e. Almighty

f. Stallman

g. Wikipedia

h. daGmann

i. Borat

j. Harry Potter Lovecraft

k. Quentin Tarantino

l. Gordon Frohman

m. Duke Nukem

n. Tesla

o. Zeus

p. the Beatles

q. Akhil Naru, C-213, R.P. Hall, IIT Kgp - 721 302

r. Bhaskara II

s. Batman

t. Alan Moore

u. Nolan

v. Rumiko Takahashi

w. Chuck Norris

x. Joker

y. Neil Gaiman

z. Ellen Page

Quirkines... not the best virtue.

Note to self: Do not be too quirky.

Why?

Well remember the Summer Internship Presentation. The first presentation ever, followed by that first question tht you were, ahem, 'supposed' to ask. NO frankly, you were.

Yes, I was. And as an advice to anyone who stumbles across this piece, do not, and i repeat, DO NOT ask the presenter what his objective of the project was. I mean its okay if he didn't have one or he wasn't clear or even if the professor who penalized you for that agreed at the end of the presentation. Just do not be a smart-ass. The world doesn't like them; or at least it doesn't prefer any smart-assery from my kind.

The best thing is to not listen to the codswallop (yae HP!) and simply fish out that competition guide and solve those entrance exam problems, which i am terrible at, at the moment.

Lord save the meek. Oh yeah, He sent the professors to do that.

Dedicated to... :) (I'll write better next time... :P )

One little girl, one fine day,

Picked up a stone, and threw it away.

The stone, it flew,

Past hedges of dew,

Past heaps of hay,

Into the bright sunny day.

It passed towers of mud,

And flowers and buds,

And insects and trees,

Till mother earth beseeched:

"Come down O Little One!

Come into my arms,

Hold me tight and strong,

Cry not for what's gone."

And the little stone, it cried

"Mother earth, I died,

A hundred deaths, and more,

Why did He make me, a stone?

No girl of beauty,

Ever kept me beside,

To love me one day,

But threw me aside,

Or stamped me beneath,

Her beautiful li'll feet,

Or threw me away,

My fate does not sway."

"Oh my poor dearest,

Don't despair in vain,

A little girl's loss,

Is a loving mother's gain

Come into my arms,

And do rest a little while,

And dry up your tears,

Everyone has their trial"

And so the stone,

Leapt back to the ground,

And rested its head,

In a haven 'gain found.

Till one fine day,

In a big heap of weeds,

A lady came forth,

And wrote of the deeds,

Of love's labor lost,

Of the heart's sorrowful tale,

Her pages did fly,

In the merry wind's gale,

And the lady, the gentle soul,

Found a stone on the ground,

A queer little marvel,

Of nature unbound,

Unmoving and silent,

And yet a free spirit,

Bound not by the soil,

Or the weeds living near it,

And pick she did,

This lonely little stone,

And placed it on her,

Life's memories unknown,

And as if from a slumber,

The little spirit awoke,

And found itself amongst,

Memories of old,

Of tales both sad,

And beautiful and mad,

Of love's labour lost,

And thoughts that were glad,

She kept him on the pages,

The wind did try to blow,

But knowing it had a purpose,

The little stone did hold,

In a world unforgiving,

A small, sad stone,

Had found its story,

And a place, called home.

The Race

The snail and the slug
Decided it was time
To find who was better
In both runnin' and rhyme

"You carry a shell
That'll make you slow"
Said the slug to the snail
As it started to go

And the bell, it chimed
"Do not be too smug
For there's also the rhyme"
Said the snail to the slug

And so they began
To rhyme as they ran
"From a man to a man
Come on, you know you can't"

Said the snail to the slug
"You know you're a bug
Running into bad luck"
Shouted out the slug

And they both ran
For a queer sight it was
'Coz none had feet
Yet both had jogged

And queer a sight
One ought to call
A snail and a slug
Racing on a wall

One trying to catch
The other's trail of muck
And either fell behind
Or ran into plain bad luck

And the sight grew queerer
As they rhymed when they ran
Each one denouncing
The other one's plan

And the sight came to an end
A sorrowful one though
As a crow flew down
And flew off with both

Hollowness...

There are a lot of things, I guess, one can append to themselves once he/she realizes that vainglory has been a part of their routine lives.

Glory is measured, as far as I see it, not in the books of wise men or in the eye of the public and/or their institutions. It's a personal measure of how much you think, or know, you achieved. Personal satisfaction is glory, for every man and woman, and to take it away from them is like trying to take the proverbial bone away from the greedy dog.

We all are greedy for that bone. But it is vanity that causes us to lose it. Being content, it is taught to us, is the key to a happy life. But contentment arises, as I see it, from the depths of desire, and the want for glory, and as many a times as it is the cause of glory, it is also the casualty.

Being content destroys progress, but it can also fuel it. Moving on is the way of life.
:)

So it happened...

This is a note of thanks to the only person who read this blog in one go (and i wasn't sitting beside her/him when she/he did it :P ). So it goes to say, without doubt, that I am thankful, to say the least.

What transpired in the last week or two comprises of one of the most adventurous periods in my life in kgp. I'm writing this listening to don't cry your heart out, while smoking my last (hopefully ) cigarette. It's a classic, by ITC, the very company that rejected me as an intern possible. That and my adherence to non-sms lingo keeps me in a tight spot. And, then there's the last two weeks.

It started with SF, where I was one of the few who conducted the Parliamentary Debate and saw one of the best SFs ever. Then it was followed by a week of lab doldrums and a session standing outside the lab for telling the professor incharge that rememberance plays a crucial role in answering questions. Then came Kshitij where I had promised myself 3 days of uninterrupted studies. And like all things academic, that did not happen. Instead I attended the film making workshop. And I was one of the constant's of Plank.

I love Plank.

And we made the video which everyone liked so much. And then Orkut happened and Gtalk happened and there was Airtel and the face to face conversation which actually started it all. I learned so much, in every possible sphere. Except studies.

Luckily the crystal was a blonde and she promised the night of a lifetime only to leave me sleeping in the lab. And the induction motor saw me better the other two-thirds of my lab mates. Then came a night's long conversation, no three of them; something I had missed for a long time now, and will probably again for a long, long time.

I realised I love puctuation marks, had OCD (probably) and learned the meaning of Trust. I made stadiums on clouds only to see them crumble, played games, only to be tackled and fall flat on my face, a face that sported the largest grin that could be got without dope.

I knew I liked Meg Ryan, but realised I liked Julia Roberts better (which in no small means is contributed by the fact that we share the same birth-date). I learned how to spell 'No' with an 'a' and a 'w'. I learned how to space out in the middle of an Ad-Design meeting and relearned my love for spectacles and discovered a new love for coloured lenses. After a very long time, I became aware of my phone's location, it's ring-tone and how it felt to wait for a call, or an sms.

I unlearned to be formal over the phone and loved every bit of it. I relearned to dream, and remember them. I learned a new meaning of friendship and consolation.

I gazed into the eyes of a friend as tears ran out of it, and learned that a hug is more powerful than any word ever said. I rediscovered friendship, and that sometimes, you should listen to what is not said.

I reached out with hope as my hand and expectation as my name, and pulled out a gem, only to see it disappear into the night sky. Now it shall always shine as a bright star. I learned that 3 people tugging at me can't stop me from crashing onto the ground or running on a high of a lifetime. And I learned that you need not drink spirits to be high, you just need to be high in spirit :D.

I learnt how Karma can bite you in the butt, and that saying sorry to your ex's mom isn't the best thing. I learnt that hangoves can be cured by inducing vomits. I learned that my better halves in the lab can drink and make merry too and that these two weeks taught me alot.

And I compared it to playing golf, when I did, in an empty course, in the middle of winter, with the mild sun shining on you, and only your caddy by your side, speaking in a local Punjabi accent causing you to barely comprehend anything. And the feeling of awesomeness you get when you see the ball fly into the distance, zooming past the trees and over the lake, dropping next to a herd of deer headed by a spectacular black-buck, only to disappear into the forest. And then I'd walk all along the fairway, thinking about Maison Ikkoku and remembering how one can love a girl on paper, made of ink and words, more than everything made of flesh and bones. And then reach the forest Hoping to Find the ball, Trusting the caddy, and the rest faded away.

Will I find that ball, and play with it again?

I don't know.

But the game was good while it lasted. And it taught me to swing better.

This is to that person, who read the blog, and made this last week one of the most memorable of my life.

Cheers.

The Lab Chronicles.. 3.

Now's the time to restart
The crystal's back in action, and she's beating like a charm
It's the 7493's turn, SP to be taken care of

Next Lab session deserves more attention

2.

The crystal just ticked in at 11.058 MHz. Good but not the best.

Just realised lab report pending.

Screwed.

Just realized going to-be-thrown-out-of-lab only sane option.

Doubly Screwed.

Time to check 7493

A series of more frustaapa blogs... The lab series

Day one (read morning 3 am) in Lab (RTES).
-- Pulse...check
-- Eyes...check
-- Food...dammit!

Just run out of food supplies
consumed my final sandwich
circuit crystal not providing frequency upto mark (need 11+ MHz)
xkcd rules
megatokyo update awaited

Orkut profile a mess
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Happy New Year...

Resolutions:

1> No more booze, smoke or lazy ass attitude.
2> Keep the resolutions.
3> Refer to previous point.

Happy New Year...

Oh, who am I kidding, no one visits this blogsite.

haha

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