The Truant Tales

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.

Made an ass of myself on radio (live phone-in). The RJ asked a couple of question, but due to echo and heavy feedback, I heard only a couple of words in each question. So my answers were not at all in sync with the questions asked.

Very Paula Abdulesque.

Yippie Kay yeaa!!!

Stress dissipating.....
The sparkle in my eye returning.....
drowsiness remains the same (When you're trying to cram 6 months of education in a week of half assed studying, you tend to lose out on a lot of sleep)

Words like Psychrometric processes, Backlash in Involumetry gear profiles, Hagen-Poisuelles derivations, Capstan and Turret Lathes, Adam Bashforth predictor and corrector method for fourth order differentials, etc, are slowly fading away into a dark abyss deep within the bowels of my mind. (Yes. I've been reading Stephen King lately. Misery)

Two days ago, while playing cricket, I tripped over and hit my jaw against the hard tar. From then on my teeth have been paining.

The two nights after that, I've been dreaming about getting abducted by the 'dentists mafia'. Is that normal? or am I just an anti-dentite?