The Truant Tales

The college fest started yesterday, which means that the classes are suspended (Woohoo!), gaudy posters are stuck in every inch of the college reminding us of the various events and the college is over-run with pretty girls who would otherwise never venture into the college, all dressed in similar outfits (tight tank-tops) to coax and goad us timid college-goers into participating in one banal event or the other (Contrary to rumours being spread, beer drinking isn't one of them). But they won't get me. I'll choose not to participate; instead I'll cowardly use the cover of the dark auditorium and jeer the participants.

The first major event I saw was creative dancing (who better to jeer than spandex wearing men?). While the break dance was the most popular (Spastic gyrations? Epileptic fits?), there was one guy who took break dancing to the next (albeit comedic) level. I don't know why but he went on stage wearing a blindfold (to counter stage fright or just a gimmick were the popular theories doing the rounds in the auditorium). He started off well and thirty seconds into the dance he pirouetted twice. Well executed twirls. Unfortunately it went downhill from there. He lost his orientation and then for the next ten minutes he danced to the side wall. He seemed to enjoying himself - even blowing kisses at the wall. During the fiasco, the audience kept shouting 'Turn to your right!'. He seemed oblivious to the shouts. He ended it by bowing (to the wall!), took two steps back and unfolded his blindfold.

Expensive jogging shoes + track suit = 1000 Rs.
Sunglasses + Soundtrack to Britney Spears' Womanizer = 500 Rs
Dancing to an obdurate wall, blowing kisses to it and then bowing to it = Priceless.

Read the title in Arnold's accent. Sounds Cooler.

Anyway, I'm back to the online world - back to the world of spam, inane status messages and useless twitters.

The rail wheel factory project was hastily completed, at last. Whoopee! We had to fudge a lot of numbers, the design seems totally flawed and it can barely even increase production if implemented. That's what you get when you give a factory design project to a bunch of 3rd year mechanical students. The amazing part though, and the most shocking part, was that the project in-charge took 30 secs to peruse through our 60 page project (A month's work of slacking), scratched his chin a bit ('The government official in thought' look) and then declared that this was a very good project!

Almost immediately after the end of the project, the sixth semester started. This is the worst semester for mechanical students, ever (Deja Vu. I'm pretty sure I said the same about the last semester). It's a semester of subjects like; Finite Elemental Analysis, Mechanical Vibrations, Theory of Elasticity, Design of Machine Elements II, Heat Mass Transfer and Mechatronics (Yup, we're soo advanced that we have to make up words).

So, to deal with the hopelessness of this semester, a bunch of friends decided to go to Pondicherry and get drunk. It was a three day vacation. Pondicherry is a beautiful place, really clean, especially the French Quarter.


The promenade

I don't remember most of it. Time seemed to fly by, the place seemed unfocused and the ground unsteady. 'Beer - the root and solution to life's problems' - Homer J.

Life's a bitch and here's more proof: It took me a long time to get my voter's ID card. Then life steals it away. The dates for Election 2009 are announced and I can't vote (it's a pain to get the duplicate, and most likely, I won't get it on time). To quote the incumbent, inefficient, incoherent, unintelligent state government - 'It's a conspiracy by the opposition'. Those bastards, I won't have the pleasure of electing them out of office.