Bits of me

Moved

2011-10-01T23:51:00.000-07:00

Guys,
in case anyone is still expecting a post here -
I have moved (and gotten more serious and grown up :P)
to
http://www.gowrithampi.wordpress.com

An open letter to The BITS Family (Students, Faculty , Alumni , Non academic staff)

2009-11-22T15:40:00.000-08:00

Dear Ma’am/Sir/Friend.

I write today to talk about a quaint little quirk which has entered our fledgling campus a while ago. The absence of a second x chromosome and a y chromosome in its place has been taken as the deciding factor to determine the freedom of an individual post 11:30pm at night. To understand the particular appeal of this little trait in determining to a large extent the life of a human, we need to go back a little in evolutionary time. Since I am targeting a largely Indian audience, I do not expect a load of creationist trash in counter argument here. I do love India.

I am a layperson when it comes to evolutionary biology however I will layout the bare essentials in non technical terms. Organisms were quite capable of reproducing asexually. Copies of the DNA were made and two individuals produced, a few mutations may have occurred in the copying process. In the evolutionary tree, sexual reproduction provided a clear advantage, genetic variation could be promoted and new genotypes could arrive by intermixing of genes. Thus the two sexes arrived on the scene, one of these capable of carrying a new human being into this world right from the stage of fertilization to almost full development. It is this sex that we choose to discriminate against.

Why? Well the ‘cost’ – read as energy cost of carrying the entire female reproductive system , mammary glands, and the ‘cost’ of pregnancy etc meant that the female body had to compensate by being physically smaller, less muscular, more vulnerable to attacks.

Everytime humans smirk at the other species, destroy them indiscriminately and give the superior grin and air of arrogance of having reached the highest brain to body mass ratio, they should be reminded. They are just evolutionarily programmed beings who still treat the ‘weaker sex’ the sex that protects and brings them all to the world by sacrificing its own physical capabilities, pretty damn bad.

The rule was introduced citing probably the lapses in security which would occur if the extra x chromosome is found loitering after our friendly neighborhood star is no longer visible. Certain males of our species have been known to have a tendency to make ‘mating’ advances with no consent of the female. Ah the thoughts for the arrogant human on the top of the animal world – they keep increasing. Or is it tradition, the real reason. It happened in Pilani, so why not here in Goa? Isn’t tradition the ugly reason we give with its highly euphemized name for copying mistakes of the past and spreading them into the future until someone opens our collective eyes? Without the early reformers sati would be a jolly little tradition today, wouldn’t it?

So why do I write now? Why not when the rule was introduced? Let me be honest to my errors first, I was busy and yes I somehow did not bother. I put up with it, maybe because I myself wasn’t on campus, I offer no excuses for my unforgivable apathy. I shall however come to what triggered the outburst right now.

I hope everyone has heard of Sandpaper, The international alumni magazine, lately they seem to share the same twisted sense of humor as my friends on campus.

http://sandpaper.bitsaa.org/campus/midnight.htm

Kindly give the above link a glance. My friend exalts at his new found freedom after 11:30 and rightly so. It was achieved with hard work from student representatives. Its these little words that caught my eye

“Dancing, screaming, and jeering outside the girls’ hostels, all directing their glee at the hapless girls. They tried feigning disdain and indifference but had to do so inside their hostels! Well, the girls wistfully watched us guys revel in our new found freedom.”

Well, what can I say? Maybe if such people were present during the holocaust, they’d walk up to a gas chamber and yell “ha ha ha – I’m not a Jew, F*** You!”

Probably before the women got the vote, they burst crackers after every election to celebrate the mind numbing ‘brilliance’ of their species in the ill-treatment of half the population for the reasons mentioned above. Anyhow let me not get too bitter, I have nothing against this fellow BITSian, neither is the article the main issue of the letter. It is a general mindset and the mistakes are mine too for keeping quite for so long.

I would just like to ask a few questions here.

To the administration – Do you admit that you cannot treat your male and female students equally and provide them equal rights? Do you admit that the female students pay equal fee and face the same competitive entrance but are denied freedom on the basis of their gender? If this is because of an inability to protect them how do you plan to compensate to this meager BITsian representation of half of the world’s population? Or is compensation not required because it is the weaker half?

To the students (including myself) – Is it only Maggi that can get you moving? Note that I am not advocating the mentioned behavior in anyway. I am asking for questions to be raised and clear answers given, and at least be honest enough to accept blatant sexism occurring in a reputable educational institute. Is watching and gleefully reveling at the woes of fellow students as long as it is not you the attitude adopted by the student body? Or is it because the paltry votes of a few females won’t affect the results of a CSA election, Mr None of the above doesn’t require the help of his female friends I guess.

To the girls in particular (again including myself) – How long will you tolerate? You do know that our ancestors willingly tolerated Sati and the ill treatment of widows are we following their footsteps? We still as a society barely whimper at the numerous cases of female infanticide. Discrimination, large or small is born of the same evil seed. Even the mildest form of it has to end for the most vulgar of them to be crushed.

To the alumni – With all due respect, There have been numerous occasions of alumni intervention to get things right on campus. What happened this time? A mistake replicated across campuses was just highlighted extremely distastefully in your esteemed magazine. Did you all just enjoy the ‘joke’?

Thanking You

Yours Sincerely

Just another BITSian

Why hate Richard Dawkins ?

2009-11-15T20:46:00.000-08:00

Hello , People me blogging from office , and im not really supposed to do tht :P .
However, I found an answer to an interesting question I had been asking myself .
Why do so many religious people hate Richard Dawkins ?
The answer may seem apparent , he doesnt agree with them , but he doesn't stop there, by questioning their faith, he seems to offend them. Well yeah , as he says the religious can take offence at just about anything.
However, I dont think they hate him cos he doesn't respect religion , they don't hate him for 'slander' . Why they really hate him ?
Cos he's the little boy in the street yelling out that the emperor has no clothes. While all along , the perception of clothes on the emperor has been the driving force of their entire lives.

The vestigial brain

2009-10-28T12:03:00.000-07:00

Ok , im not a psychologist but its increasingly apparent that certain statements which would make absolutely no sense to a sentient adult brain at full maturity if presented in an objective manner, makes perfect sense to a mind moulded by convictions of the previous generations and wide sections of the current population (tradition and culture , notice the two dangerous words exceedingly romanticised at great dangers to the society). I shall therefore try to rephrase some of them here, in an attempt to bring in some objectivity. Some of this has been much better done by great minds of the past and I shall borrow from them, cos I am sure I can no better.

1)


There's an invisible man living in the sky who watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry forever and ever 'til the end of time!

But He loves you. He loves you, and He needs money! He always needs money! He's all-powerful, all-perfect, all-knowing, and all-wise, somehow just can't handle money! - George Carlin: If I might add - Mister invisible man has a morbid obsession with one of the life processes of one of the millions of mammals on this tiny planet. He doesnt like it when homo sapiens attempt to reproduce before they walk around a fire in front of a large audience or exchange flattened rings of metal in front of a comically dressed man. Now that pisses him off real bad and he promptly sends the invisible steamy substance in these mammals (which he calls a soul) to hell , and watches them burn there. Or maybe he'll make sure the mammals are born as slugs next time.

If I'm born in a piece of land within imaginary boundaries , then that piece of land is superior to all others. I shall die for that imaginary boundary and I'll get goosebumps when people talk about men dying for protecting my imaginarily bounded piece of land. Instead of sighing at the ultimate foolishness of war, Ill feel glorious

(mistake not , its very important to defend ourselves and those who did defend us are great martyrs. We jus need to go beyond blind patriotism and see the root cause of all war , greed and misunderstanding. Instead of jus glorifying martyrs, shouldnt we work towards eliminating their need)

The possession of testicles has great bearing on whether acts by a human are acceptable or not. If you don't have testicles , the old invisible man probably wouldn't approve of you consuming ethanol. Oh yeah , he has an eye for these details . Especially with our species. Doesn't seem too very concerned about what the other life forms are doing , after all we are the ones burning holes through his well crafted ozone layer. So we should be blamed for some stuff, true true...

At a certain time in your twenties , you are obliged to perform a funny ceremony with someone from the opposite sex with a hell lot of distant relatives who u'll never recognize watching. Its important for the female to have a large mass of Au (gold) displayed on her self during this weird ceremony. Both the male and female shall not have fun or choose to customize any part of this ceremony. Invisible father above is still watching. It would be highly desirable if the male and female don't decide to choose each other , cos after this ceremony they are obliged to copulate , populate and coinhabit for the rest of their lives.

This insane list could go on forever. Im tired though now .. think i'll go sleep :P

Smart Goans

2009-08-29T21:03:00.000-07:00

Hello Everyone , Gow's no longer in Goa physically but as long as my carefree spirit is still found on Goa's serene beaches , this blog needn't change.
It has been two months into Practice School 2, by far the toughest course at BITS .Probably the greatest amount of learning through any formal course happens in PS2 .
Some people get to know what they want to do for the rest of their lives, others exactly what they want to stay away from. The latter category is more heavily populated.
Anyway guys , this wasn't supposed to be a post groaning about the drudgery of PS2 , there are plenty of those and most readers would be acquainted with these facts already.
What I want to talk about is a culture that envelopes humanity in which life is vestigial, to be caught up with on a rare weekend. The week spent discussing complex jargon of businesses barely understood by self professed experts. People impeccably dressed with polished accents and suave mannerisms sitting at desks sounding pompous , knowledgeable and sometime arrogant. CVs stacking work experience and educational qualifications into towers of glory. The snide remarks and subtle innuendos targeted at subordinates , the false smile and blatant sycophancy piled on superiors , a sigh hiding the chagrin while being slighted by a senior , avarice barely hinted in a momentary grimace on hearing about a colleagues promotion (promptly replaced by the veil of a smile). The racing heart and the beads of sweat in a well air conditioned room , at the sound of a deadline that comes roaring on , the dry eyes and the aching necks it is all a part of corporate culture.
Of course it's not all bad , there's the glitz and glamor at the higher levels, there are lunches and dinners with teams even for the fresher.
In the end though , it's all just a part of eking out a living. I wonder how many of these experts would give a damn about their job if they were gifted a million dollars. Ultimately people work to earn a living they have no time to live.
The mind as usual wanders off to Goa , the sands , the seas , the small town folk their fish and fenny, large number of holidays and feasts , shops that happily close down at 6 , never open before 10. The general lazy air . Not to say that Goans are lazy imbeciles , but there is a laid back air around them, maybe its their surroundings. I can't help but feel that they are the smartest people in the world . When people want to commercialize their beaches and turn them into corporate nightmares , there is nothing laidback about Goans anymore , they are up and about protesting and cancelling New Year, right until the dellusioned politician resigns. The Goans have everything that the rest of the world is hunting for, but has no time to find. Fish , fenny , music , churches , the rivers and waterfalls , the seas , a land of bounty and a people at peace. Development to them is not a megalomanic urge to construct sky scrapers. Even mining, which is creating a big issue , has caught all the Goans attention, the corporates know that their days of indiscriminate pillage are numbered.
Rock On Goa !

Blast from the recent past

2009-06-23T23:10:00.000-07:00

Hello all , Im back . This time with a post I wrote just before leaving campus , publishing it now.

I'll return sooner I hope.

So , that's all folk ! , My 4 years in BITS , the Goa campus finally drawing to an end. I thought this would be the day I'd look forward to, free to do what I want , no longer constrained to the BITS system. Never knew it could feel so bad. I cant stop to reminiscence, the onslaught of memories is just too rapid , four years are lost in a blur. Its still not sinking in , there was too much taken for granted, the fresh air and the open spaces not the least among them. John's , Bogmalo will never again be a stone's throw away. The freedom I had here despite all of the restrictions imposed by BITS , that freedom is something I'll never find at home. Wonder where my PS is going to be. The uncertainity is killing me.
Goa made me who I am , brought me up from an insecure seventeen year old who cried when her parents left , to someone who is now ready to face anything thats in store be it the recession or ramans grading.
I have stopped identifying with my cast or regional community , When people tell me i am a malayali nair , it means nothing to me, you might as well tell me that I dropped in from Mars. Being with this colorful mixture of India has erased the boundaries in me. My perspectives have changed. Its in places like these that Tagore's "narrow domestic walls" are indeed broken.
As I step out into the real world again I wonder, If I'll be able to retain the core values that I acquired in BITS, leave aside my prejudices, not just about people but also about social norms, tradition , moral rights and wrongs.
I have learnt that tradition sometimes is just a fake sense of pride and ill deserved honor bestowed to a mistake made many times, over generations, repeated by the young cos it was done by the old. Innovation is needed just as much in the social sphere as in the scientific. The resistance is just much greater when it comes to the social.
While I havent lost my belief in God , I have come to appreciate atheism. Learnt that faith opposes reason. Learnt the hard way , to be myself , to be who I am , irrespective of what is thought by those still rooted in ancient social conditioning.
I have acquired interests in particular fields , a desire to build a career in business analytics.
My love for the written word has also intensified . Journalism , another love acquired in BITS.
About the people I met , the friends i've made , I can go on endlessly. Mainly though , strong friendships can be maintained only with adequate personal space and mutual respect for certain boundaries, four years on the same campus with the same folk has taught me that.
How many of the beliefs will I carry with me ? How much of the knowledge will I build on ? How many of my friends will I retain? I'll have to wait and watch.
Right now , I need to step out, Its Goa calling !! :)

Robbed of the magic

2009-04-04T00:06:00.000-07:00

I remember visiting magic shows as a lil kid, maybe 4-5, too young to understand that illusions are just smoke and mirrors. I dint have to know enough of the laws of nature to know that something here was defying them. The wide eyed, wide mouthed wonder while watching a carpet fly, a sawed up lady spring back to life and a rabbit popping out of a hat, the gasp, the silent movement of the lips shaping a barely audible how, all markers of an unending thirst to know more and a willingness to go to great lenghts to find out the answer.
Let us now imagine a scenario where instead of a magician in vivid colors pushing the limits of reality, an old grim looking man in a dusty room , equiped with a black board and a chalk teaches a child exaclty how each of these tricks work. The only difference here, is that the child has never really seen these tricks being performed.
While there's a high probability of the first child learning the technique behind the illusions by taking great pains teacher or not, It would take a miracle to even faintly interest the second one. The poor thing is wondering why in the world he should know how to make a furry animal quite similar to a rat jump out of apparel used to cover the head of balding men.

Let us now take the case of men in the years bygone undertaking long and perilous journeys to discover the secrets of life, to measure the world and the skies. Their constant urge to know constantly drawing the best out of them, with scant regard to their own lives, let alone luxury and comfort. Juxtapose this with our unwillingness to walk till a lecture theater a few hundred meters away to learn sometimes these very facts to the unearthing of which lifetimes were dedicated. Centuries of knowledge maybe packed into 50 minutes. How many times do we feel its worth the effort ?

Curiosity and wonder is inherent in every child. It would take a lot to kill it. Maybe 12 + 4 is exaclty what it takes.

Hans Raj Khanna

2009-03-17T18:16:00.000-07:00

I'm back to blogsville after eons , thats not unusual for me . Well , what woke the sleepin demon in me again ? Jus a wiki article read after a night time robbed of sleep by insomnia.

Justice Hans Raj Khanna , dont know how i stumbled upon this page durin my mindless meandering through the web , with more tabs open on chrome than ever thought possible by google.

neway... Here was a man who had upheld what I hold closest to my heart, during a time when it was feared that this treasure would be lost forever in my blessed land.

Freedom and Liberty.

The year was 1975, when in the name of an emergency , the country's prime minister did what citizens today do quite blatantly , rob people of their freedom .

By a few technicalities in the constitution, she was able to detain without trial a large number of people under an Internal Security act and render the bastion of freedom - The Habeas Corpus invalid.

Yet the writ was filed and the case taken before the Supreme Court. It's here that we can see a beautiful example of justice being upheld in this nation. Well not exactly - the decision did go in the PM's favour with most of the judges doing the only thing they could being as they were constrained to the lines of the constitution which gave unrestrained power to the reigning government. However , one man did rise above the lines and saw into the spirit rather than the letter of the law. He delivered a judgement which he knew would mean a premature demise to his aspirations to one day be Chief Justice . In his words, his judegement was

"detention without trial is an anathema to all those who love personal liberty... A dissent is an appeal to the brooding spirit of the law, to the intelligence of a future day, when a later decision may possible correct the error into which the dissenting Judge believes the court to have been betrayed"

Seldom have I come across words better said. The courage , leadership and charisma of this man, who did his bit to pull the country out of its darkest hour. The most gallant knight of democracy in its most depressing year was hailed by the new york times too.

Today we watch a scene of religious and cultural intolerance , of chauvinism unparalleled , enjoyment of simple liberties by women being rewarded with blows by ruffians. No questions are asked . Are we ne better today than we were during the emergency ? Will a voice rise again in our midst and speak freely and fearlessly minding not the heads that may shake and tongues that may cluck or even the spears that may be raised ?

As I ponder over these questions (and also over whether to hav bfast or jus sleep off finally :P) I also realise how little the common Indian knows about men like Justice Hans Raj Khanna. Maybe while they decorate our history textbooks with the likes of Stalin and Hitler. They could tell us tales of such heros too. A little inspiration would go a long way in an era where once again people fear to rise for their rights.

freedom

2008-03-08T13:39:00.000-08:00

The Sena against Valentine's day , BJP against beauty contests , The Goa-Police against rock concerts, AVK against B'day parties. "Welcome to India where as comedian Vivek puts it.. "Ur Free to piss on the streets, but not kiss"
Women's day 8th March - BPGC - Venue- Audi - A gathering of educated youngsters. My foot !
Mr and Ms Waves - The way the female participants who walked the ramp were treated, u definitely had to give an award to BITsians for the heights of blatant sexism , ad disrespect to women (that too guests of the college) and kudos to the audience who laughed along. Pat on ur back. Imagine having to walk the ramp , perform ur talents on stage , and answer sexist questions ( btw clean creativity has hit rock bottom in bits and questions without 'subtle hints' are non existent) when all the while some moron types crap abt u and ur anatomy on a huge screen at the back for all to see! Well at BITS - thats just another event, something all women are expected to endure by virtue of their gender. Ultimately it was just a violation of the right to dignity. Its amazing how after 17 years of education, knowledge of basic rights ,sensitivity to feelings is at absolute zero.

The bad evening doesnt end there- Junkyard Groove told to pack up and leave @ 11:30 by the police , it was just good clean fun on the campus. So what if some ppl got drunk , y r the others to blame ? y stop such a wonderful display of talent for such a flimsy reason ?
Where did the right to freedom go ?

Its high time, we get to know our rights, stand up to them and respect those of others.

money doesnt grow on trees , thank goodness for that !!

2008-03-04T13:27:00.000-08:00

Money doesnt grow on trees , a popular saying.
They say it as if it would be a good thing if it did. What would happen if you had to plant a tree ,nurture it , wait for it to grow, and produce your shiny coins and crispy notes.
Cost of creating that money would be soo high, much more than just printing it out in a mint large scale. And what about the money that is just keyed into accounts by banks ?
It has no kind of paper or metal banking , just a number quickly typed in , effortlessly transferred @ no cost @ all. (i mean actual cost of creating the money not the value of one unit of it )
Infact if we started using edible nuts as money , they would grow on trees. They are just far more expensive than the money we use today ( one of the reasons y its not considered for use as money)
Ultimately, point i make is Money has no value of its own , Its value is derived mainly cos its accepted as legal tender for goods and services. If the govt were to print a lot of crispy notes today and give it away to all the poor, ultimately it would just lose its value and result in sky high prices for all , no better condition for the poor.
Ya i knw its just a saying , shouldn't be interpreted too literally. I'm just trying to say, what may appear to us to be a state of euphoric bliss , may just be a predecessor to pandemonium.

is there a roark in all of us ?

2008-03-04T12:58:00.000-08:00

Ayn Rand's Fountain head- naa i didnt finish the book. I put it down , got started on my study oriented project,on currency areas ( And switched to pointless surfing on the net)
Thats what i am expected to do , stick to deadlines , exams , reports, labs, presentations,
not read , learn , explore.
Is there a Howard Roark in all of us ? struggling for expression ? To move away from all the constraints , paths fixed by the society.
Are we just following a well laid road, leaving the rest of the countryside unexplored ?
Where will this road lead us ? After all, ultimately to the grave.
No its not pessimism , just a thought, if its going to be just one journey, why take the beaten path. The end is the same , without doubt . The joy is the journey . The joy is in exploring. why worry about where a way less traveled will lead us to ultimately ?
The journey is life, not the destination.

Tonight at three I pray,
Oh lord dont show me the way,
help me blaze a trail
to a land where no1 has set sail

Ps: thoughts @ 3am in the night are usually dismissed as junk after a good night's sleep

The Jaundiced Eye

2008-01-29T05:39:00.000-08:00

Man, the past couple of weeks have been absolute hell for me , started out with a really bad fever . Life was like writhing in pain in an unending inferno, which threatened to make me go insane. Misdiagnosed @ BITS as some viral infection due to some pathetic blood reports , i was put on some of the meanest antibiotics, unknowingly i was killing my already damaged liver ( poor thing) . Despite misgivings i had to let my parents knw, and of course whn the fever wudnt come down, mom did. So mom came to goa to take care of gow. Till then , i was kept alive due to excellent care by my two wunnerful frienz.. pavi n vaish.. lil angels they are, thnx 4 saving my life !

neway .. mom's coming brought solace , the fever started coming down , but the nausea never stopped, further blood samples showed varying liver enzyme levels but the damn biliruben the one compound which would indicate jaundice remained low, confusin and scarin the hell out of all and sundry, wtf was wrong with me ?? ultra sound reports were normal.. neway it was decided tht i shud fly home . so i hopped on to an indian airlines flight to chennai , early jan mornin.. as yellow as the ripest mango in chennai's hot summer , ( still no diagnosis of jaundice ) lol ,I was the sickest lookin thing in the flight , god knws how i sat thru it , hair dirty and matted , it looked like.. thnx to budget airlines et al , beggars are now flying :))

In chennai , after a quick consult with a family doc , I went into the apollo emergency , heavily dehydrated and liver enzymes spiking (though i didnt knw it yet ) . 10 bottles of painful iv later, i could finally feel a lil alive again. Tests finally confirmed hepatitis A . The doctor was a cute and jovial man , he brought solace by behaving like nothin was wrong with me @ all , and i wud be up and about in no time. " Have Biriyani if u wish " , he would say with a sly smile
then the acidity started , cos i hadnt had solids for weeks , the stomach acids gushed into the esophagus like the joyful waters of an open dam.. DAMN! My chest burnt like...i cud actually sing beedi jalale .. jigar ma badi aag hai :P .. heavy antacid tablets , syrups and shots later.. i was fine again.

Today i was discharged, after 7 long painful days, hail those sisters who took care of me all along , I always feel nurses shud b treated as equals with doctors, esp in India where dignity of labour has taken a bad beating since the days of manu...

Neway i was standing at Apollo , waitin for the car to drive me home , i got dizzy due to xtreme fatigue, i was wonderin y am i here, far away frm goa , where i shud be , my studies , college activities , my work for quark all taken a beating, how will i catch up ?? what about the tasteless diet i have 2 follow ??
Then i saw a bit of the blue sky outside, it had been a week since i had seen it last , 2 since i had noticed it. I smiled. The sky was the same calm blue , the good things were still waiting for me , jus the same , though i wasn't aware of it. My life @ goa , is still there, like the sky , waiting. The same with good food.

Sometimes we fall during a race , we scrape our knee , but then we get up and look up and see the sky, it may be a while before we catch up , but its worth it. After all, those who look just ahead , may never look above.

hibernation done

2008-01-13T22:26:00.000-08:00

k ppl , those who jus cant blv it.. its true , its happening !!!! Gowri Thampi is writing another blog entry. Dunno y , maybe it's contstant reminders (and threats) from frienz.. but i now seriously feel that the time for the resurrection of blog has finally come. :P

and for now ppl all i hav to say is i hav wrked my fkin ass off , on Optimus , Corporate event of QUARK - 2008 ( Quark is the techfest of BITS Pilani - GOA campus , this time in association with Cognizant , Thermax, Cypress Semiconductors ) , so if neone is actually reading this blog, they must do me yet another favor by registering for the event , solving the caselets that will be up soon and then come to goa and party yoyoyoyo... 15,000 cash up for grabs !!! Workshop by Reuters on specific aspects of finance , it doesn't get better than this people , so wat are u waiting for ???? go to http://www.bits-quark.org and click on optimus under corporate, with tht i leave for yet another optimus meeting . Adios

the damn test thing is over

2006-09-20T11:17:00.000-07:00

thats it.. i am done with test1.. though i F**ked up real bad.. its over , its gone , its history , its no more.. i jus need to cremate the papers when they arrive and give them a decent funeral... but the prob is test scores never become obsolete .. they have an everlasting memorial (cgpa); btw that sux too...

Anyway i had a really gr8 time today.. 8 of us gals shooted off to vasc0-da-gama ( jus plain old vasco)... on the way to the zari bus stop we saw a dead dog on the hi way.. its guts spread out on the road.. not a pretty sight.. but it reminded me of a tragedy that occured @ my alma mater - psbb - a month ago ( i am diverting here.. not talking abt my gr8 time for a while)

some of the school kidz were hangin out @ anad bakery ( ab was a fav hangout and i miss it) after some iit class.. when they noticed that the bus th@ they had to catch home was rollin in.. the hurried dash across the road cost 2 guys their lives.. left 2 girls seriously injured.. god bless their innocent souls and give their parents the strength to live .. is all i can say. The usually footloose Ms Gowri was xtra cautious on the road today

The bus ride to vasco is a fascinating experience.. that really takes u places ( ya well literaly too it does) .. the jam packed crowd.. the smell of alcohol, fish .. a conductor whose whistle sounds like a horn and a horn that sounds like a whistle, the cheap lipstick , trinkets on local women ,it takes u down to what india really is , the real heart & soul of it... i love the way the bus twists and turns around as newton's laws takes a heavy toll on the sardines (oops passengers)

@ Vasco we did the usual stuff.. temptations , goodyland .. eat like pigs.. went to a t-shirt shop .. threw everythin around( drove the guy crazy) and dint buy a thing.. lol..
We tried getting Anu's shoe repaired by a roadside cobbler.. but he was too drunk.. so we had a good laugh and left with the torn shoes

The ride back home ( hostel) was in an auto..5 of us.. with pavi on my lap..vaish mentioned the latest tamil movie ( vetteyadu villayadu) was on the hub ... rite now pavi's tryin to download it.. may watch it tonite :)

Thus life goes on after a stupid test... the sc , sac are full again , couples back under lamposts... and int he hostels...ppl are back in the common room.. browsin the net , logging on to dc++ ,watchin tv, readin mags.. the eerie silence th@ flooded the corridoors replaced with loud music.. i think even the 10ps are taking a break.. lol

I think i'll sleep thru the morn tomorrow.. never hav cared much abt classes.. got damn phys mt.. havent drawn a single graph for the past 3 exps.. hope i can slip away tomorrow.. else 'let him give me the () i desreve .. :)) .. too tired to care..

anyway ciao again ...
i luv life !!!!!
GOwRi

2006-08-09T10:14:00.000-07:00

ok i have been ignorin this blog 4 a while... cos of two reasons

1) we were driven out of our hostel, forced to shift to a our present substandard residence which means no lan
2) the busy bitsian life
anyway the week since i joined campus for the 3rd sem- i landed here only two hear the dreaded words - " we're shifting " the chaos and confusion which followed cant be described well in words.. we were a group of tired, angry and muddled gals.. tryin to make ourself at home in a new hostel jus behind the mess!!!!! yuck!!

the juniors got an opportunity to laugh @ us ( many would regret it later) and we learnt many lessons in life.. abt helping each other and getting seemingly impossible tasks done solely by the merit of team work

ofcourse those who came with their parents had a better time.. same cud be said for the ones with steady bfs.

after the chaos of shiftin.. i got my time table substandard again with sk sahay for cp tut .. however the number of tuts had decreased to 1 per week givin me substantial free time... i therefore decided on an elective - ' Symbolic Logic ' hope i do it well more in l8er posts!!

skool anniversary... a strong pulse of nostalgia hits me

2006-07-28T10:04:00.000-07:00

i attended the 49th anniversary celebrations of my beloved school today... it took me a year back in time... an excited but unsure kid.. packing bags to leave home for the 1st time... i remember clearly the flight to goa... the pure scenic magic of goa i saw thru the plane window as i landed, the hotel we stayed @ .. the first time i saw my college.. my new home and met my fellow mates, my second family... sleeping thru freshmen orientation (lol.. it was better than the pm's visit though)... tasting mess food for the 1st time (i felt like a rat being poisoned slowly in a cold laboratory far away from the cozy warmth of it's hole -my home).

What hit me even more than the mess food was the serenity , peace and splendour of the campus.. the new hostels with red roofs and neatlawns... the majestic BITS-DOME.. our gigantic auditorium.. Lecture theaters that reminded me of the parliament , quite sound proofed classrooms with green boards and windows with slanting red tiled shades to wash down the rain (modern and new...yet sumthin abt the red tiles reminded me of kerala ... my native land...later on i wud discover plenty of similarities tween goa and kerala)...

I was alloted gh3-276... a lil room with windows opening into our hostels lawn...i went to pavi's and vaish's room( my old psbb mates who r with me in bits)... met others on my corridoor

the next day we selected our time tables

the 1st class i attended was a physics tutorial by Dr Ashish Asgekar.. his longish hair... slitely girlish looks and earring were the 1st things i noticed ( it jolted me into a u aint in school no more kindda mood).. they announced a test can u beat that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! less than a week into campus we wrote our 1st physics test

what i suspected was true unlike school where someppl wanna study and others dont.. in bits every1 is good and almost evry1 wants to learn..ppl went bezerk abt a simple test.. the 1st test was ez.. the rest wudnt be( sigh!! how was i to know)...

they killed us durin our 1st semester with a mini test system .. which means we wud hav tests virtually everyday... so 1st sem was a blurr...

i remember our chemy prof nagaraj kowliki and his weird ways... he kept saying right after every few words.. cos that was the only english word he cud say well.. he was a post doc with a phd in chem but he knew lil chem and even less english... i failed nearly all his tests and got a midsem grade of 'D' in chem ( later worked it to a c)

prob n stat by rajan arora was fun.. he made us work a lot.. but developed a strong understanding of the subject

then there was BJC babu whose thermo lectures wud be virtually empty.. our thermo tutor Mr Sachin Waigaonkar was extremely strict and wud flare up for nuthin.. but he was a good tutor and developed r concepts well.. i still messed up thermo.. but that was entirely my fault. there was this bloke called sk who taught thermo to the other batch .. he did his phd from london and he was pretty sure that we wud all fail thermo no matter wat (unless ofcourse he was ur tutor or @least ur lecturer)

workshop practice was fun (the practical part) i never attended much of the lectures ( dont even ask abt the pathetic tuts by ack .. whu wud jus stare into space) i had fun with my workpieces( dandiya stick,pen stand ( wood n metal), welding, shaper, bookstand,lathe- candle stand etc)

i spent most of my 1st sem getting over homesickness, getting to know ppl and trying ( though failing) to pass tests

somehow finished it with a cg of 6.74

2nd sem ... i am gonna rite abt it tomorrow... i also wanna describe my skool anniversary and mention a few aspects that touched me deeply

for now bed calls.. i wanna be with my granny for a while before i leave

ciao
luv
Gow

the 1st

2006-07-27T09:29:00.000-07:00

I promise to think of more creative names for my future posts...if there are any...lol....i am not a very patient person... neither am i systematic or organised.

Started this blog as a personal space for me to rant... dont care abt who reads it or who dusnt read it ..so its gonna b just as cluttered and chaotic as my room and my mind...

i am jus this very very ordinary 18 yr old girl.. my ordinaryness borders on xtraordinary!!!
pjs apart .. i am this really confused person who is gonna ( in a few days time) start of her 2nd yr @ bits-pilani , goa campus ... ( studyin econ and eee) xtra-ordinary combo brought about by my very ordinary bitsat score... anyway... a 2.5 month long holiday comes to an end in a few days time... maybe thats wat made me start of with this blog... taking solace in the internet jungle which for me is a virtual home as cluttered and messed up as my solid one...

so saying i start of with my blog.. which may not survive for more than a few days.. or it might... jus might... have a long and healthy life as my companion.. to all those who try to read this (not expecting any @ all) ... srisly there r bttr wayz to kill time..