<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916365959566154186</id><updated>2012-02-09T19:19:47.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myriad Musings Mine...</title><subtitle type='html'>Things i just wanted to say about stuff. Read on, and u'll find a lot of personal views on a huge variety of topics. comments and criticisms are welcome..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriadmusingsmine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6916365959566154186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriadmusingsmine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06153992854394397977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ba71L7FYqkU/SDaLlx05ZFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/a6aFfrZ2uI4/S220/Picture+082.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916365959566154186.post-8909456469694844880</id><published>2008-07-01T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:37:46.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NITK... 1st sem, part 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shyam.nitk.ac.in/images/NITK-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://shyam.nitk.ac.in/images/NITK-pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a while since my last post. I was pretty apprehensive about my blogs, but thanks guys, for all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ur&lt;/span&gt; encouragement. I was wondering what to write on, and even though nearly all my batch mates' blogs have a post on our first year there, i  thought of putting one up myself. Here's what i thought of My first year at National Institute of Technology &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Karnataka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally into college!. after two years of preparation, two months of exams and two days of counseling, i landed up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NITK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Surathkal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... supposedly one of the best colleges in the country, decently good infrastructure, brainy dudes all around, a good mechanical dept, and best of all, a beach! I'd heard about the legendary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mangalore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rainfall, and therefore made it a point to carry an umbrella. The first day at college was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dampener&lt;/span&gt;, quite literally, as was counselling. Getting off at college in torrential rain (to put it very mildly!), my dad and me soon realized the futility of having umbrellas there. It was simply of no use. The rain was coming down in near horizontal sheets of water! so much for umbrellas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, settling into college was pretty boring for me. Since i was the only one from my school in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chennai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to make it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NITK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i was pretty bored and devoid of decent company. College began very auspiciously for me, i bunked the orientation session ("one of my seniors told me it was useless" was what i told my mom. the real reason? i had my friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;b'day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bash in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mysore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on that day!  :-P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes were decent. No, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong, i meant the classrooms were decent. the classes themselves sucked! sure there were a few decent lecturers, but on the whole, i expected something better. i guess all of us did.  After all, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NITK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! But, i was soon brought down to earth by a few hilariously stupid sessions. I'll try and give you a brief summary of each, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shankar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;Math lecturer. An amazing teacher, and an amazing person! One of the most enjoyable classes that most people used to look forward to. He's got this style of teaching that most of us instantly took a liking to. Just the sight of him striding into class, top button open, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;laloo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;prasad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haircut, and with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kreyzig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;schaumm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; series book in hand with a couple of chalk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;, can make u stop whatever u r doing, and listen to his classes! He's even got a couple of quotes that are world famous in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;NITK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Check out &lt;a href="http://hock-eye.blogspot.com/2008/02/nitk-chronicles-2.html"&gt;chit's blog&lt;/a&gt; for them. And the best part?.. He almost never took attendance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Rifat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ara&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Our electronics "lecturer"..ahem. I just dunno what to say about this creature. I need to warn you that my opinion may be ever so slightly biased, i never could stand the sight of her, and we had quite a few run-ins! Initially, i was genuinely interested in her class. It was electronics after all, and i wanted to know what exactly the geeks of every college learn! :P But when she started saying stuff like "see this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;fliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; floss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;" (read "see this flip flop here" for those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;geekily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oriented) things started getting too pissing off. she made absolutely no sense most of the time. And save the first bench guys, nobody could hear a word of what she said. One fine afternoon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; decided that i needed to show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt; amount  of respect to the course and  i was dutifully taking down notes (for a change). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;For &lt;/span&gt; more than half of the class she was going on and on about the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;freakency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"  (frequency) of something. i had no clue what that something was. And neither did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;chaitu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;anees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(who was intently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;msging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; someone) , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;toma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (whom i had to wake up to ask), chit (who was also sleeping like the rest of the class). I decided things had gone too far, and raised my hand to ask her. I stood up and asked her what frequency she was exactly talking about. She was pretty pissed i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt;. Her face turned a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;surathkal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-beach-sunset red and she glowered at me and shouting out some stuff which i managed to decode into what i thought was "when the others know, why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; u?" I promptly replied saying no one in my vicinity knew about it. (I guess this was where most of the rest of the class woke up!). I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; exactly know what she said next, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;chaitu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; also stood up and came to my defense, saying he dint know what she meant either! Now, that certainly pissed her off and she started into a speech that would eventually take up the rest of the hour. It was quite good fun actually. She left college after the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I feel truly victorious!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dr. S V &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Kamat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;He taught us engineering graphics. Pretty good lecturer, only thing was it needed every ounce of our energy to stay awake in his class. But once that was accomplished, it was pretty enjoyable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Satish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Chem prof number 1. for half the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;time pass&lt;/span&gt; character. Probably watched a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;KBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He resorted to "audience poll" to figure out the structure of a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;compunds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I heard he got his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.D and fled the college immediately, before they set him a test in "elementary theories of bonding"!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dr. R C &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Bhat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Chem prof number 2. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;hitler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if there ever was one. Everyone dreaded the flick of the right hand fore finger dismissing one from the class ! come late to class, stare dreamily into space, talk, nay, just look away from the board towards someone, and you run the risk of being banished from class. I'd once forgotten to put my phone on silent in his class. Halfway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; class, he's giving us cell equations and it starts ringing! SHIT! once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; managed to get the ring under control, i look up to see him staring at me as though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; killed his brother or summat! one days attendance gone, i thought as i prepared to get outta there. but incredibly, he dint banish me!. he said "first and last warning.. blah..blah..blah" and actually let me stay! He used to teach well, though and was pretty systematic. Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; happy i never have to sit in his class again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Nityananda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Shetty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;Chem prof number 3. He was the HOD of the chemistry dept. He was pretty good as a teacher, but for the fact that his voice was somewhat like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;trelawneys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (of Harry Potter). Cant say anything much about him, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; have to ask someone who actually managed to stay awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Ambica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Mallya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; She taught (more likely, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; teaching) us professional communication. We assumed it would be decent fun and time pass. Until she started lecturing us on "methods of communication" and "roadblocks to communication" and so on and so forth. we needed something to spice up the class and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; exactly what chit came up with. A couple of (pointless) group discussions later, he was the commander-in-chief of all anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;mallya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; forces! Just try convincing chit about something that he doesn't believe in, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;u'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know what i mean. He just would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; agree to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;mrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;mallya's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; opinion. And watching the two battle it out for supremacy was the ultimate time pass for those who weren't as inclined towards slumber as certain others! Usually no conclusion was reached, which was perfectly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; by all of us. Chit started wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;kurtas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to classes as a symbol of "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; AGREE"! subsequently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;chaitu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;anees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (who according to her resembled her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt;) and i(who according to her resembled her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; (?!?) ) joined the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;kurta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dr. A C &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Hegde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;Chem lab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;in charge&lt;/span&gt;. good teacher, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; told. Again, i cant verify these claims. Toma and i usually spent these classes trying to wake each other up all the time. Needless to say, neither of us succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;D'Souza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; workshop in-charge. Maniac of the highest order! His reasonably good competence  and knowledge of the subject were overshadowed by his eccentricity. No idea whom he's trying to kid. He comes through as an over enthusiastic and overzealous teacher at first. But his classes become truly hilarious when he starts reeling off his "experiences". I  simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cant&lt;/span&gt; resist listing a few!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once, an old student  of mine requested me to help me. he said "&lt;/span&gt;Alex sir, I'm stuck in a problem. The girl whom i  loved has taken my money and now wants to leave me. Help Me!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; worry, Alex will take care&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;". I spoke to the girl and her parents for just ten minutes and she agreed to marry him!. That boy then called me and thanked me profusely. He is today in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Tirupati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;pooja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, thanking god. He asked me also to go, but i dint go. do any of you know why?? do you know?? because i told him "&lt;/span&gt;My dear friend, i can come, but i will not, because i have the workshop class for first year, mechanical students! i can't miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; class!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(continuing in the same context) Have any of you been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Tirupati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?? (Few people raise their hands). Have you seen the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Hanuman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Statue there? When i had gone there, even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a christian, i sat there near the statue and meditated! God came and told in my mind "&lt;/span&gt;Alex, There is a small shop at the end of the row of shops. I have kept an item there for you. Take it, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; always be with you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" so, i went to that shop and took that  item. So, even today, i can talk to God!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt;I can go on and on and on...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Unbelievable?! Believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That covers all the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; teachers. I'll cover the second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; teachers the next time around! so long folks!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6916365959566154186-8909456469694844880?l=myriadmusingsmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriadmusingsmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8909456469694844880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6916365959566154186&amp;postID=8909456469694844880&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6916365959566154186/posts/default/8909456469694844880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6916365959566154186/posts/default/8909456469694844880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriadmusingsmine.blogspot.com/2008/07/nitk-1st-sem-part-1.html' title='NITK... 1st sem, part 1.'/><author><name>KJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06153992854394397977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ba71L7FYqkU/SDaLlx05ZFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/a6aFfrZ2uI4/S220/Picture+082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916365959566154186.post-4673231590704510337</id><published>2008-06-14T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T05:41:22.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kent.ac.uk/music/music_symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 445px;" src="http://www.kent.ac.uk/music/music_symbol.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's one of the few aspects of life that we are exposed to, whether we notice it, and want it or not. It's everywhere. Almost any shop you enter these days has the latest regional music blaring out. Any hotel, any function, any get-together almost any happening is accompanied by some form of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why am i suddenly expounding the omnipresence of music? Its because i'd like to point out the difference between merely "listening" to music and "knowing" it. Any Tom, Dick n Harry on the road will listen to and tap his feet to the beat. And it would require true genius to compose foot-tapping music. But between these two, there is this (reasonably big) group of people who are neither here nor there. It's this group that intrigues me, and hence , this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are budding amateurs, millions of them,  who find themselves reasonably talented at singing, or playing any any particular instrument. Then, there is this group of people who are keen listeners of music. All that's good. But, its pretense that kills everything. I must admit, i'm no great student of music. I belonged to the first group that i talked about in this post for many many years. I used to listen to any kind of music, and enjoy it. And then, college happened. People always say the first year of college always changes something about you. Well, in my case it was my outlook to music. Thanks to chaitu, bhejafry n ani (fellow madcaps from college), I started listening to music more keenly, with a view to understand and soak in the euphoria that (i slowly discovered) music provides. Listening slowly led to inspiration to do something myself, and now i find myself learning the basics of drums. All that is very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, coming to the pretense part of it. I have always had acquaintances who claimed they were "music buffs" and they "understood" the language of musicians, and so on and so forth. They could reel off names of famous musicians, and talk about that awesome song, and this mind-blowing solo. I must admit, I thought myself to be a  small insignificant thing in front of them, as far as music was concerned. Now, when i myself am just learning to really enjoy music, i get back to them, to try n increase my music-related status among my friends. Only now do i realise that the so called "buffs" weren't so buffy after all. The more i delve, the more i realise that most self-proclaimed followers of music are just trying to be someone they are not. Even that's ok by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://geneuser.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/music-notes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://geneuser.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/music-notes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me think was, why put on this act? why pretend to be this music-geek when u really are not? Seeking attention? possibly, i thought. Until spoke about this to one of my good friends, who himself is a keen follower of music. We discussed the issue and decided that it's just the outlook of the society these days. Especially among the student crowd, it's normal for people to want to be different and unique. That leads them to pretense, which kills the whole beauty of music. It is no crime not to follow music too keenly, it's a matter of personal choice and interest. But, when people try  to be something they are not, just to get noticed, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a similar note, there is the ever present fallacy that classical music is boring, and bland, whereas rock, metal n stuff like that is "cool". Again, everyone are entitled to their personal opinion, but I feel bad for people who do not try and assimilate the beauly of classical music. I myself am no badshah at classical music, but if I myself (who has been listening to a lot of classical music only for about 4-5 months) can begin to enjoy it so much, anyone who wants to can. For those who still feel that its all bullshit, well you are missing out on a lot, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, all said and done, music is for relaxation, for undisturbed joy, and ultimate satisfaction. So, anyone who hasn't yet taken to listening to music seriously, you are sorely missing something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6916365959566154186-4673231590704510337?l=myriadmusingsmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriadmusingsmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4673231590704510337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6916365959566154186&amp;postID=4673231590704510337&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6916365959566154186/posts/default/4673231590704510337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6916365959566154186/posts/default/4673231590704510337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriadmusingsmine.blogspot.com/2008/06/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>KJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06153992854394397977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ba71L7FYqkU/SDaLlx05ZFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/a6aFfrZ2uI4/S220/Picture+082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916365959566154186.post-6627251895358933732</id><published>2008-06-13T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:38:36.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last!..Kubica gets what he deserves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sportseventstravel.co.uk/motorsport/MS-F1-CANADIAN-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.sportseventstravel.co.uk/motorsport/MS-F1-CANADIAN-06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montreal, Canada has always had the knack of throwing up many suprises. be it in the form of off-course excursions, pit-lane poker (as steve so aptly put it!), or thoroughly unexpected winners. And this year's edition dint disappoint! Robert Kubica became Poland's first grand prix winner. That 32 toothed smile, complete wid the bald head with a small tuft of hair trying to conceal the obvious said it all!.. Awesome result and full pionts to kubica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice sessions on Friday n Saturday projected what was expected, the red cars and silver cars sharing the honours at one apiece.. Qualifying was quite an exciting session... Lewis produced magic towards the end to snatch pole from the pole, kubica, in the dying seconds! its quite baffling why heikki is struggling when lewis is so sublime in the same car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.certina.com/getfile/5e468d0e-d71b-4de1-bd09-4fdd50931443/Robert-Kubica-2008-Internet.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.certina.com/getfile/5e468d0e-d71b-4de1-bd09-4fdd50931443/Robert-Kubica-2008-Internet.aspx" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, raceday dawned with the good news that force india would not occupy their customary place on the last row of the grid after all! (Why oh, why did Super Aguri leave :( they usually have that honour! ) some penalties and Adrain and giancarlo were spared the embarrassment. The track conditions were atrocious to say the least. A FIA Formula One race track with such bad tarmac?! unbelievable... so much so, that overnight relaying of the tarmac was necessary. The track officials are gonna get screwed for that surely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the 5 lights went out, all cars got away cleanly, no first conner incidents! (surprise, surprise!) but just when u think that the canadian grand prix can be normal after all, Sutil blows it. after an awesome drive in monaco, a lot was expected, but the poor old german cudnt do much!... that led to safety car period no 1... lewis' lead curt down completely... we did expect quite a few cars down pit lane when it opened, but it was quite a procession!.. positions 1,2,3,4,5 and 6 into the pits!.. talk about pit lane poker!.. the ferrari pit crew did an absolutely awesome job to turn over kimi so  fast, that he actually was ahead of lewis in the pit lane! but trust lewis to screw it all up!.. the idiot dint even see the red light at the pit lane exit and ploughed right into kimi!.. nico had no option but to plough into lewis' back!.. there comes the expected Montreal-Mayhem! KImi and Lewis out of the race!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba71L7FYqkU/SGoigDGybGI/AAAAAAAABW0/5ZQOJgFb8pE/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba71L7FYqkU/SGoigDGybGI/AAAAAAAABW0/5ZQOJgFb8pE/s320/untitled1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218021052247075938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually come to think of it, justice might have been served after all!... KIMI bangs into Sutil's back in Monaco, Lewis does the same to KIMI here!.. hope someone bangs into Lewis in france!.. anyway, that left the whole race in kubica's hands... Massa had to do another pit stop, which relegated him to 17th. but the fierce brazilian that he is, he fought back to 5th, in what was an astounding, albeit unnoticed drive...alonso was looking really good, when his gearbox dumped him. things just dont seem to be happening for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the race was exactly what the fans expected!-excitement, uncertainity, and entertainment.. watch out for the flying ferraris in France though!.. they must be smarting after they had all the bad luck in france. but with kubica and BMW doing what they did, both drivers' and constructors championships have been blown wide open!.. France promises to be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6916365959566154186-6627251895358933732?l=myriadmusingsmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriadmusingsmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6627251895358933732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6916365959566154186&amp;postID=6627251895358933732&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6916365959566154186/posts/default/6627251895358933732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6916365959566154186/posts/default/6627251895358933732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriadmusingsmine.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-lastkubica-gets-what-he-deserves.html' title='At last!..Kubica gets what he deserves'/><author><name>KJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06153992854394397977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ba71L7FYqkU/SDaLlx05ZFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/a6aFfrZ2uI4/S220/Picture+082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba71L7FYqkU/SGoigDGybGI/AAAAAAAABW0/5ZQOJgFb8pE/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916365959566154186.post-1047832461977864812</id><published>2008-05-23T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:48:32.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Its taken a while coming, this first post... Despite wanting to start off thruout last sem, it never actually happened... well, now that it has, alls well.....&lt;br /&gt;or is it?.. er.. wait... maybe not, coz my moms cries of "Kaauuusheeekkk, Kaauuusheeekkk....." just drowned out "buffalo Soldier", so i'd better get going!... later, ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6916365959566154186-1047832461977864812?l=myriadmusingsmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriadmusingsmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1047832461977864812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6916365959566154186&amp;postID=1047832461977864812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6916365959566154186/posts/default/1047832461977864812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6916365959566154186/posts/default/1047832461977864812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriadmusingsmine.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>KJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06153992854394397977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ba71L7FYqkU/SDaLlx05ZFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/a6aFfrZ2uI4/S220/Picture+082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
