down and out

What the hell. Completely out of the blue. A freak accident … a shattered glass-door at the CSSC, te insti comp center, blood oozing out from the right hand, … literally a trail of blood followed through 2 floors until i could get some cotton to stop the flow … fortunately no stitches, just a pressure bandage and a sling … practically one hand out of function for at least a week …

So bored, … ‘Heroes’ getting monotonous, can’t even play FIFA09 now … It’s too bad, man … too bad

Next week will be too busy, … finally have to hurry for the abstract submission for IOMC-2009 … anthropology field tour on next weekend … amid all this happens … ::sigh::

I almost forgot my blog …

Yeah, literally. I feel guilty.

OK, the midsems are over … and the intersections. Talking about intersections, now i know what my problem is. I can’t get out of my mental shell of reservedness quickly. I plan things, but fail to take advantages of  random ( or non-random, but unplanned, nevertheless ) chances that come my way.  It was somewhat a  ‘rab ne …’ kind of thing ( maybe it still is ) … but i think i ‘ve missed the train … come on, people are not machines …

What the hell … i ‘m again talking crap again. FOR GOD’S SAKE MAN, JUST F**KING GET OVER IT, PERIOD.

Well, about other things, … AoE … or rather AoC … i’m a natural at initial economy building and rush tactics ( reaching castle age in 18 mins is no mean feat for a novice, though in Arabia Verde), though i’ve to work a lot on army control, … guess it will come from experience … and TT … with an extra bit of motivation, i started playing again , … happy i’ve got over my mental block of hitting a smash finally …

and Music … well, this thing, MiniLyrics rocks … instant lyrics download … awesome … i’m getting a fan of Telugumusic and Mohit Chauhan … the latest crush is ‘New York Nagaram’ by A.R.Rehman, … though i like its original Tamil version better … i’m going to debut in Ripples this yr, surely. Numb, in the end, baatein kuch ankahee si, man bawra or some bengali number … let’s see …

Can’t help it …

A queer  feeling … that of being stuck in a no man’s land … confused, stoic … longing for something, but, time and again, things falling just out of place due to damn coincidences … yet startling intersections … desperately trying, but the mind just refuses to move on … no, it’s not an infatuation, a part of the brain remains constantly trained upon, although I’m ever trying to shift the focus …

Been listening to Mohit Chauhan’s ‘yeh doorian’ … umpteen times, repeating again and again and again for the last 2 days … trying to grasp the pattern of the song, but each time getting mesmerized by the haunting melancholy of the tune and Mohit Chauhan’s voice …

The midsems start next week, Pujo just after … I don’t know, where’ll it culminate in … just no idea. So near, yet so far. If someone told me about what I’ve been doing lately, I’d never have believed, even a couple of months back. I’d always have liked to surrender to the arbitrations of time … how long will it go on like this ? Whatever happens, things will be never be the same. Time’s a great healer, but it can’t heal anything and everything.

THE WEEK …

Technically, though it’s only 4 working days, with an extended weekend …

Monday, 10 Aug – The Anticipation … everything’s as usual, getting up early for gym, going to class in 1^st half, reinforcing the recent ever-growing habit of bunking classes in 2^nd half – today the excuse being playing poker, spending the afternoon trying to do something new on the lattice-graph project with Pocha, then trying to get rid of the guilty conscience by copying class notes throughout the evening, but soon slipping into familiar (read ‘lyaad’) territory by  watching ‘Love aaj Kal’ from tommy’s HDD after dinner, the only twist being some ‘hidden’ things getting copied from the external HDD to my lappie, among them a pdf that’d prove to be an eye-opener in course of the week  …  and what else, … checking mails and a familiar, dal-chawal uninteresting day comes to an end …

Tuesday, 11 Aug – The Initiation … Gym in morning, classes as usual, seeing the 2^nd yr juniors mass-bunking classes for organizing Freshers’ in evening, … which comes by in no time, … going to the auditorium with only a hint of a flutter, which turns into a ‘WTF’ as soon as getting into there and taking a seat, with people all around exponentiating my misery asking ‘hey who’s she-hey where’s she-good choice, man’ like comments, my wondering how it happened, as I technically told only ONE person (apart from batchmates, that is) … the fateful moment comes, on stage, people going up like crazy, the DVD gets handed over, … a slight touch …  constant and obvious references throughout her on-stage grilling … the program getting over at a little over 11, … Return to hostel feeling queer, mixed … then, for a change, a little bit of return to normalcy, with Navoneel da, a research scholar, one of the chief architects of my misery this evening, asking me to be a part of a project that would surely be out as a publication when finished … it all ends with reading things like USS from the pdf got from tommy’s hdd …

Wednesday, 12 Aug – The Confusion … As usual, getting up for gym, a tad late today, my funda about front press getting bashed by Haru Daa, the 70+ hulk at the gym, telling it’s not really for your chest, but to build your deltoids … a nagging thought in the brain … what now ?? a knee-jerk reaction, … IGNORE, you’ve got no chance anymore, after what happened last evening … doing that during breakfast … passing the 1^st yr classroom on way to our class … trying to be ‘normal’ among different people giving different fundas throughout the day, … a good session of ‘bhaat’ in afternoon … again the pdf, it says something about a certain P.E.A. …  thought I’d experiment, but no chance during dinner, … suggestions and comments still flowing in … tried to study in night, started a bit, but everything drifted away with the shuffled Coldplay playlist …

Thursday, 13 Aug … The Decision (or, is it?) … I don’t know. Honestly, it was the first thing in mind after I got up, went to gym, … for the first time my throat felt dry during a morning workout, … a growing restlessness, again Coldplay, … I can feel something new, some sort of freshness all around the body, my face … it first occurred during the awfully boring class of Diff Eqns … something getting up the throat, even quickening of pulse (I know it’s getting gross, man, it’s too irrational … but that’s how it felt) … a new tautness in the muscles, a confidence that I can do anything … what the hell is it ?? During lunch, … still no chance for the experiment, … but a twist, … the straight line is still not connected, and a third vertex has come into the imaginary plane, … for sure, those signals were unmistakable, surely they’re not random … about the second vertex … damn it, missed a great chance to talk, all due to some goddamn moments of delay …

Weekend … The queer feeling persisted throughout Friday … it’s a new me, definitely, … for the first time I’m longing to return to the hostel for the week, don’t know whether I’ll get the all important ONE chance, … if you understood an iota of what’s happening, wish me luck, … if you didn’t, still do wish, … a novice like me will need loads of that !!

Who says religion isn’t science ??

At this college there was an extra credit question “Is hell endothermic or exothermic”
This is what one kid wrote:

First, we postulate that if souls exist, then they must have some mass.
If they do, then a mole of souls can also have a mass. So, at what rate are souls moving into hell and at what rate are souls leaving? I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.
As for souls entering hell, lets look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to hell. Since, there are more than one of these religions and people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all souls go to hell.
With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in hell to increase exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change in volume in hell. Boyle’s Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in hell to stay the same, the ratio of the mass of souls and volume needs to stay constant.
So, if hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter hell, then the temperature and pressure in hell will increase until all hell breaks loose (i.e.,Hell is exothermic).
Of course, if hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in hell, than the temperature and pressure will drop until hell freezes over (i.e.,Hell is endothermic).
So which is it? If we accept the postulate given by Ms.Therese Banyan during my freshman year, “That it will be a cold night in hell before I go out with you,” and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having a relationship with her, the second case cannot be true. Therefore, hell is exothermic.

The kid was the only one who got credit.

http://bash.org/?top2

Week 3 …

Well, more than halfway through. Now i’m really itching to have the classes started. Although things are making progress, and i’m also enjoying, sometimes it becomes really BORING.So, the update is like this -

1. The microchimerism project … we’ll be looking for cell types of the chimeric cells in tussue samples, … it’s fixed …
2. My pet project … did an alternative problem … the updated pdf is here … lat_inter1.pdf
3. The third one is still hanged, don’t know what’ll happen to it …

Week 1 …

Albeit second week after the exams, officially it’s the first week of holidays as most of last week went by slugging out preparing the stat assignment for submission. OK, i guess this time things are looking up quite a bit. The summary is something like this -

1. Would be visiting the SINP throughout the holidays, but not continuously, as will be working on 2 ( maybe 3 ) projects.
2. I guess nearly everyday have to shuttle between our own insti and SINP.
3. First, our microchimerism project. At least, for the presentation in November, things have to hurry up a bit. I guess, besides the RT-PCR thing we’ll be doing some sort of immunological analysis of biopsy tissues and inferring about the immune response invoked.
4. This one i’m really excited about. Was toying with this idea for about 6 months, finally making some headways into it. Pocha aka Abhik from our batch joined, we’re doing it with guidance from Prof. Arni S.R.Srinivasa Rao of our insti and Prof. P.K.Mohanty , SINP. … You can check about this project here – lat_intro.pdf
5. Learnt LaTeX, for preparing the above pdf synopsis. Well, … it’s pretty cool. Gives your article a weighty feel
6. Keeping my fingers crossed on the problem about the miRNA-TF network project getting resolved.

Random …

random tings that are crossing the mind …
1. feeling guilty about being so lazy about blogging … not that i had nothing to write, but just plain laziness …
2. Abstract algebra exam on 4th, … i can NEVER be that much meticulous like during +2, agreed, but i feel things are falling into place inside the dura-pia-arachnoid …
3. fake ipl player’s blog, … just awesome, a treat for badshah-haters a la me …
4. Summer projects, … the pet project’s in cold storage, desperately screaming to be revived … many ideas galore otherwise, all feasible, … but … let’s see …
5. Bein the mess convener, for the coming yr, … reflecting about being the person whose j***t will get burnt more than anyone else in the next one year …

6. No gym, again feeling guilty, … the only problem’s the waistline. Crusade gave a funda that if you stop gym then fat accumulation happens more in front of the belly than the sides … hm, i can see

The Vitriol

It was the last drama in the drama festival organized by the insti, and it was staged by our boys’ hostel, the BHOS. Well, the representation was great, complete with dev-d songs ! and the subject … i don’t know what they actually tried to say. On the surface it was the cliche’d ‘you can seemingly not give a damn about the system but actually you’re meekly surrendering to it all the time’-type thing, but there are lots of situations and metaphors that need explaining.I

It’s on a hotshot, a little corrupt corporate guy, named P ( for protagonist, of the drama ), who has a flirtatious secy (who also acts as a pizza deliv. girl, a maid servant, and a poor woman), a jealous colleague Q ( who’s also seen as an intelligence head), a pair of peons, his father … all make appearences as other characters in the drama. P is held guilty by the system, though no one knows of what, and in course of time he finds himself lost amid the numerous hostilities that plie up against him and succumbs.Of course everything happens metaphorically. There was a vivid protrayal where his boss is showed as a judge who sits with cotton in his ears and a sunglass in eyes, with a balance in hand … he chooses to not see/ hear anything, … portraying the ‘andha kanoon’.

It’s really a job well done, … hats off. But i guess for some people things were a bit too much !! And the main thing is the significance of the name … everyone’s got different interpretations …

how similar can two (completely unrelated) person be ??

                                                   Person 1                                                                            Person 2

NAME :                                  Junior Roi                                                                           Samit Roy

AGE :                                             37                                                                                      20

COUNTRY :                      New Zealand                                                                               India

… and now the pics …

Junior Roi    

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Samit Roy

It happened thus. … People ( means us students, of course !) here are nowadays really excited about a certain facebook game called mafia wars and for that everyone’s sending wholesale lots of friend requests to arbit people who are mafia wars players as well to get them in their own mafia. Thus i got freinds with this guy Junior Roi. Actually i added him after seeing his pic (and the similarity with our batchmate samit) in Haloom’s prof. Samit’s still reluctant to appreciate the similarity, but when i showed it to Roi when he was online he was pretty excited about it

… Strange, such an amount of similarity, between two unthinkably distant ethnic people … one an aboriginal New-Zealander, another a bengali who was brought up in Chennai !!

 

P.S. saw two diametrically opposite films on alternate days. The first one was the much touted CC2C ( arre, Chandni chowk to china re baba !). Most of the times i felt like screaming mad coz i was having to tolerate the unthiknably stupid stuff, thrown in one after another, in search of the elusive bits of Kung-fu ! And the second one, ‘The Prestige’… oh my … what a film ! this Chris Nolan guy’s a genius, man. That twist in the last was unthinkable. To me it felt really grisly to think of what Hugh Jackman’s Angiers did with Tesla’s machine. Really, film ho to aisa.