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food,travel and living: The Enigma drive

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Its 3 HOURS again :-/

11-07-11: NOS lab

The thing with these big production houses is that they make really wonderful movies, cash in big time and then create a below par sequel(s) ( or prequel(s) as seems the trend these days ) and ruin everything good about the initial product. But the fact that they keep doing it, mixed with the age old truth that faculty at cusat sucks must be why I'm looking at the screen and thinking " oh God! Its 3 HOURS again!"
One can easily fall into believing that the transition from windows 2000 to Ubuntu, and the change in teacher in charge [ form VK boss to Kutti Srank ] would bring a drastic to change how '3 hours' is handled. And to a certain extend it has. Its now less 'Kandhahar' and more Daniel Pearl. More staring at a screen and less looking down at the floor. Terrorism still prevails though.
The weird thing about 'cusat labs' is that you are ALWAYS expected be on time and in full uniform regardless of the fact your teachers seem to be living in a different time zone. India is very huge after all! But if you are late one day [ which is like real late cause the teachers are late and so if u are late you must be really really late .. err you get the point ] be prepared to face the 'wrath of the Gods'.
I wear a bluish-grey jeans to lab one day and Thallachi goes all savage on me. That, when everybody else in the lab is wearing a black jeans :-/ . I suppose that is the 'sin' I did. Her relentless shouting, got really vile at times. So I made up the corniest of excuses, " err Ma'am, the pant wasn't dry ! ", and turned around to see fresh morning sun light pierce through the curtain unsettling every bit of dust that seemed to be around. GULP!
And guess what Thallachi replies? "Yeah. I know what that feels like. Even my kids face the same problem. Your mom must be working. Its a problem with the institution and the society and..[ i think she mentioned vice chancellor once] .Do one thing , write an apology letter and attend the lab!"
So I tear a piece of paper and scribble :
" Respected Ma'am;
I'm sincerely sorry for the 'wet pants'. I promise not to wash clothes again during the weekdays. I'll ensure that i don't commit such mistakes again in the lab. I hope you treat me with all the compassion and kindness of a mother and accept this apology.
Yours faithfully, NT. "
Thats cusat for you. Certain 3 hours in your life here can be completely worthless.And quite extraneous!
Squeak + screech. Great. That must be ma'am. " NEVIN!.."

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Priority and moving on!

I guess it would've been evident by now that i am incapable of writing an article from a neutral perspective. I write purely on what I've learned from my own silly life and from the others that surround me. Please don't take the examples seriously its purely been put in there to explain my case a little more.

When Philomina ma'am said that we wouldn't remember and love her the way we do now after some 10-12 years little did we realize that in those words lay one of life's biggest,darkest secrets. Of priority and moving on.

Why she said that to a bunch of 1st graders is a completely different thing though. Either she was terribly disappointed with what was happening with her former students or she just wanted to instill the very essence of life (be it very early). Life moved on. Second standard and Philomina ma'am was still more important than the principal. New teachers came in. Maths became 'complex'. Science divided itself into chemistry,physics and biology. Soon 'Gulmohar' became an extinct species. And gradually Philomina ma'am became 'just another teacher' at school. Don't get me wrong though. There is still huge respect for the teacher. Infact I distinctly remember the first lesson she taught me[ and that takes some remembering], "Mr amd Mrs Sharma". It is just that more important teachers have walked into my life after that.

To forget is not a crime. But to 'deliberately' do so, at times, can hurt. I know putting 'deliberately' and 'forget' together does seem like trying to mix oil and water. But its different from 'avoid' though. You can avoid talking to that stranger you added someday on facebook. You can 'avoid' meeting up with your best friend after a fight. Its part of life. To 'Deliberately forget' is when your old schoolmate texts you a 'howdy' and you don't reply. Not because you have any genuine reason for not wanting to. You simply don't . Slowly the relationship dies. And life moves on they say. The surprising thing is that, its the very you, who would wait for an eternity to get that one reply from the newly met lady friend, that does this.

"I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member." Some quotes never seem to die!

Priority changes. If it didn't, it wouldn't be priority. Likes and dislikes keeps varying with time, the environment, the people around and the popular culture. Its what defines the present day life. You always keep your laptop away before a football match . Everyone of us has formulated a priority chart to be followed. And our mind is well capable of putting any task into the list at any time. Priority is so much intertwined with human lives that programmers have even developed priority based data structures to accommodate the human desires.And at some point they govern one's likes and dislikes. Last day I happened to read a couple of 'love letters' [ if you can call them so :)] I had written to my ex-girlfriend. The language used in it was, to put it in a mild way, pathetic. I was addressing the girl like I wud a guy, I was using 'Chwweet' instead of 'sweet'. And I was even listening to Westlife! One could probably attribute the 'addressing' part to the trend in the cinemas those days, starting from a very hit movie 'Niram', the 'Chweet' part to the 'sound cute' ideology and so on. The fact of the matter is I can't stand any of these today and considering the fact that its been just some 5 years, this is a huge transition. And then I found my old Slam Book [ the autograph book with questions in it]. For someone in a premiere engineering college to have written his aim in life as " to go to the moon and make love " is not only incredibly funny but also showcases the true changes that comes to a man with age [ Though he still is determined to get one part of his aim right! err must be the going to the moon thing :D ].

A lot of change infact comes with time. The fact that there was a 'boot cut' era some 4 years ago is a striking example to the cause. But when it comes to dying relationships its always people that plays a role. I know you , you know me and we are the only people left in the world. I don't think i'd be 'moving on' then. Its when one new meets new people that life changes. For instance I used to think Westlife and Savage Garden were cool. And everyone around me agreed. Then I met new people. And one day, a former school captain asked me to hear Pink Floyd. What started out as an act to impress him, soon turn to be an obsession.And thats how life is. Infact I even googled 'top ten beatles songs' just to make sure that my 'cool' status is preserved.

We are all steadily changing and sometimes its difficult to keep track with the past. You might not find time to text your old schoolmate everyday. We would think a facebook or an orkut[which in itself is the best example for people and their moving on to better things] would be the solution to this problem. But the truth is, we very seldom use this medium to get to our 'old pals'. We log in, we see the people we like, we talk. We make separate groups and be 'invisible' to all other 'unwanted friends'.

At no point have I ever believed 'Moving on' is a bad thing. I was so much in love with a girl but she moved on for a man whom she thinks is better. Now I can either sit and sulk about it or choose to carry on. What do a 20 year old know of the world anyway? Its a big fat world and there are a lot of people to be met. Its all about striking the right balance between the two.To find the right pace to be moving on. And the key to it is to prioritize right! 'Right prioritizing'' can be different things for different people. A scientist and a bartender can have different YET right priorities. Ultimately life should always be a constant march forward. It might be tough. It might even lead to some broken hearts. But its what the world is today!

As is the case with most of these articles, I really don't want to draw a conclusion. Like you, I'm still learning about the world and the people that live in it. I only hope to remind you a little of the bygone years and perhaps regain some of that lost love!

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In the quest for funniness

Everything about the article is untrue! Even the names. So you wud be pretty dumb to believe this actually happened.

I woke up this morning and in a breath taking [err i mean that long breath u take after u waking up] morning soliloquy i finally concluded " It is high time that I became funny!". So I got up from bed , went to mom and said [NO! I didn't say the barber shop joke this time around x-( ]" Amma, you knowJithin Pallath. We were travelling from Dharam.." . Amma[interrupts] : " Vachakamdi nirthi poyi pallu thekkada". OH! Allright :(

OK! SO that didn't go all that well [ angel in the mind : "ellathinum adhinde samayam undu dasa"]. The brush,the close up tooth paste,the mirror, the reflection. Rewind! The brush, the RED close up tooth paste [ devil in the mind : Now that looks like mixed fruit jam]. I quickly make my way to the kitchen and checked for any signs of Kappa[tapioca]. NONE. which meant today was yet another "sunday 'bread'y sunday". The mirror. The reflection [ and NO, the reflection didn't wink at me]

Attempt 2: A slice of bread + close up + another slice of bread.

Ideology: [ If I can't be a story teller might as well be a prankster]

Bro walks in with the newspaper, [evil laugh inside of me] looks at the table, " amma! i've been eating this non sense for the past 2 years! i don't want this !". Amma : " ok! don't eat if u don't want. Its Nevin's! ". Err Uh oh!

For everyone who knows their malayalam movies think srinivasan[in disguise], sukumari and "poocha nakkiya choru". Everyone else, it went pretty bad!

You would think the 2 flops would've discouraged me. It kinda did but i was pretty adamant that i would make someone laugh so I moved on.

The orange volvo bus .

On my way to IMS I meet an old friend from TocH [ hmm must be very old! I dont even remember his name :P ]. A lot of casual talk and then the best question I could've wished for " when does college re-open?"

*pause* Now I'm so used to ppl asking me this question.It seems nobody likes it when i am jobless. So with years of practice i've finally devised the perfect funny answer for that question. *play*

"oh who cares! i'll go to the college once i start seeing ppl in uniforms walking around." Bloody brilliant right? And what do I get in return? A smirk and a reply " yeah! u lot do have shitty uniforms"!

3 and things were suddenly looking very very dull.

Maths class , break and then verbals.

A little into the class and Hannah asks " Have you all logged into ur myIMS page yet? ". Blank stares! " So when do you plan to do that? on the day of ur exam"? AH! There it was. An opportunity to try out another joke. I reply " Err no. On the previous day of CAT exam". LOL ?? Smile atleast? Instead everyone in the class turns around and just keeps on looking at me! " What? I was just trying to be funny :( "

4 and I take a break.This is just not my day. Avanish,CT and I walk to hot breads, order all sorta junk and i get so busy talking that i accidentally pour ketchup over my chocolate danish and takes a bite.[now this, on any normal circumstances would result in laughter]. Instead both of them look at me with complete dismay,shakes their head and carries on! Damn, they should be laughing their ass off. [And oh btw, the ketchup +chocolate combination wasn't all that bad].

Blame everything on facebook. Thanks to them everyone's a WALL these days.

I begin to wonder whats happened to everyone. Malayalis. They hardly ever showcase their emotion. Consider Mammooty and SRK for instance. While the former's eyes just 'reddens' in the final speech in ' Kadhaparayumbol " , SRK weeps like a 3 year old in "billu". Ah yes relief. The non laughing thing must be in our genes!

Co-operative medical college.

Walking through the long tunnel/slopes[or whtever u call them]. A group of young men comes from the opposite direction and one nutter cracks " thala helicopteril muttandu nokiko" and the rest all breaks into loud monstrous,boisterous laughter. HA HA! very funny guys. And didn't you all act in that Vinayan movie? some mystery island !

Damn. 4 good shots at being funny and nothing worked. And when i walk quietly, i get guffawed at! Whats the world coming to? So i scribble the events of the day as a facebook note.

But now when i read -" Ayye. What the hell's happening to my humour sense :( "

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