Destination:Ooty

Going on toor to ooty. And let me make one thing clear. I HATE packing. I mean whats the point ? I am going to eventually unpack everything again.

Isn’t it more exciting if you realise once you’ve reached your destination that you’ve forgotten a) Charger b) toothpaste c) Underwear d) all of the above. No???

I have done everything I could other than pack. Untangled my earphones. Downloaded songs for my phone - after all, it’s been at LEAST five days since I did that. Eat conspicuous amounts of junk food . I’m even contemplating finishing some long forgotten record work.

Still can’t wait to get on that train. Be back in five days with plenty of pics.

Stuff I say.

Actual conversation at a wedding.

Chittapa’s mama’s second thambi : You have your father’s eyes

Me: Nope I have my fathers watch, If I had his eyes he wouldn’t be able to see.

CMST: Er.. Bye.

This is the reason I don’t talk much.

I hate my brain.

A cousin of mine wanted me to write him a short story involving a crotchety old man and love. And I’m stumped.

I want to be able to write a story on demand, but when I demand that my brain get started, we have conversations like this:

Me: So, brain, I need a short story about a crotchety old guy and his take on love.

Brain: Okay.

Me: Can you do it?

Brain: Possibly. What about a story about an evil toaster and a brave little sandwich ?

I stare at my brain disapprovingly (which is easier than you think if you roll your eyes up far enough).

Brain: How about one where a human falls in love and marries a vampire ?

Me:That’s plagiarizing twilight you twit.

Brain: I dunno. I need to sleep

Obviously, my brain and I have issues. So the story requested may not be the story that gets written because my brain is about as cooperative as a sulky two year old.

Anyone got any storytelling magic they’d like to share with me?

Exams update

THEY’RE OVER. w00t

Lets not talk.

One of the worst situations to ever be caught in, is riding the bus with someone that you kinda know.

Of course, it just happened to me now.

I stepped into a semi empty bus, all set to enjoy a solo ride, when in walks Allotius.  Now, it’d be fine if I didn’t know him at all, but because I use to kinda know him a couple of years back, The Rules of Life dictate that I must speak to him during our ride, despite how I’d much rather continue mull over how I’d lost three whole marks in biology. As I was just getting ready to silently ignore him, he spots me.

And so the dance begins.

Him: Hi

Me: So, whatcha doin these days

Him: College, Anna university.

[ Mad awkward silence for what seems to be about half-an-hour]

Me: Shivram’s college?

Him: Yeah.

[Another eternity of silence]

Him: So school’s out early?

Me: Exams.

[He starts a sob story on how evil his professors are]

The next time this happens to me, I’m just going to spout an endless stream of facts, so that there is no gap in conversation and there is no need for the other person to speak.

Me: Odontophobia is the fear of teeth.

Me: Octopus have three hearts

[Bus stops]

Me: Bye

[Victory is mine]

Note to self : Watching house does not count towards studying for biology.

Exams Ahoy

Exams start tomorrow. And I’m stumped. Zero preparation. Zilch.Absolutely nothing. That’s basically a big no no.

So its time for two weeks of social seclusion and sleep deprived nights.

I cant wait.

I get obsessive.

I like to stand up for What I Believe In.

And one of my newest causes is Getting Tyrannosaurus Rex’s The Respect They Deserve.

I am all in on this one.

I saw Jurassic park recently. Jurassic park as we all know is awesome. While it did show a pretty cool T-Rex, it gave the spot light to Velociraptors.

And anyone who reads XKCD would know that raptors steal the spotlight there too.

Let me burst everyone’s bubble when it comes to Raptors - okay? They had feathers. Yes feathers.

You know what a T-Rex says when he sees a dinosaur with feathers?

Basically nothing, because dinosaurs don’t say much. But still a T- Rex would kick a raptor any day.

No other dinosaur comes close to being as awesome as a T-Rex. Okay, raptors were pretty cool because of that spiked tail, but they still weren’t as cool as the T-Rex.

I will not rest until the T-Rex gets the respect it deserves.

Well, maybe a little nap here and there, but for the most part I’ll be spreading the word in their defense.

So if you meet me and I start talking about T-Rex’s, know that it’s not mokkai and I am doing a good thing.

[Thanks to apoorva who basically co-wrote this with me, and thanks to padu for having the patience to read a rough draft of this once]

Just blame the sun

This week is Blame the sun for everything week, according to Apoorva. Apparently some bloke in Poland  has revealed that violent behavior increases solar cycles. Thus Apoorva suggests that we use this phenomenon to our advantage. We have a brand new scientifically-valid excuse for any socially disruptive behavior.

Great! I will now blame the following on the sun:

Desiring greatly to kill many people, including a few classmates and all the guys at Corel who developed the Corel draw UI.
Being reluctant to change my socks this week (I am making the effort)
Being unable to produce the usual lies for certain situations e.g. “The Internet was down and all the information I required was unavailable, so it will be done as soon as possible” as opposed to ” I used up mu bandwidth by downloading movies”.

Looking like I haven’t slept in days despite getting a decent amount of sleep every night.

Being too lazy to buy new shoes, though my old ones look like they were attacked by a group of hungry lions.

Getting second in shipwreck at ORCA.

Whew, that feels a lot better…

The chennai photowalk

Taken at the chennai photowalk. Pics up on flickr as soon as BSNL gives me my connection back.

What I learned in school today : Don’t make fun of bald people.

Well it’s true. A particularly pious teacher decided to warn us about the dangers of disobeying elders. What better way to make a point than to quote the bible ?.

So began the story of Elijah (???) , a wise man, cursed with baldness. One day he was minding his own business, walking home, when he is attacked by a group of children who tease him for being bald. But Elijah was a “child of god”, so he turns round and “curses them in the name of the Lord”, and instantly two female bears emerge and maul all 50 something children.

The moral of this story : Don’t make fun of bald people

It’s easy to see why we all love chemistry class.