whadowenamethis

yes...

soon i will be back where i belong.. and its not very exciting...

but its not bad so afterall..

i think about the things that i could have done, and i have done most of then things i wanted to do.. or at least i dreamt of doing. i am sure i can do the rest i want to do from wherever i am in 2-3 years... fo sho ... lets see..

cheers to Q3...

and btw i don't feel really great!

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lets start with some geekiness... ;)
i love Vim. i will donate money to the ugandan kids foundation once i make some..
more | is a very useful key.. along with tee and & it makes logs and debugging a lot easy at work...
i am 25 years old! yeah! happy? no not really... sad? not at all.. its just another year..
i guess people feel old only when they have nothing to do, or maybe when they have nothing else to look forward to.. but i have things to look forward to, so yeah.. 1984.. was a good year..
i read the book too.. 1984.. i mean wtf.. why is it on the best selling list? come on man.. make the hero win after all the suffering!
i read catch 22 also.. i tried reading it in UG but i couldn't get past the first chapter.. too many charecters to remember.. or atleast i thought so.. but its a good book.. people should read it.. why? why not? ;)
in the summer.. right now.. i am working towards completing my thesis.. about decimating stuff.. its fun.. only thing is. i don't really like matlab.. i wish everything was fixed point.. damned floating point causes too much trouble.. so when working with matlab always do comparisons with integers.. round() function is a very good thing.. but well anyway never mind.. matlab is useful..
i am kind of addicted to cigarettes now.. i am ashamed to say i am addicted cause i am on the verge.. it would take me some effort to get back to the place where i was.. on the not addicted side.. i will try..
i work out 4 days a week.. but those six packs look like they will never show up in this lifetime.. but the bright side is, i like my shoulders hehehe..
i met new people.. guys from bangalore whom i knew were in Lund, but didnt meet much.. and they are cool.. it was fun to be with them and i am happy that they got jobs here and that they will live close by .. i won't spend too much money on alcohol from now on hehehe..
one thing that i have not been able to do after having spent almost a year here is see and visit places in Europe.. i should do it before i go back.. december.. we start.
Friends are gradually settling down in life.. they have all started feeling bored with the jobs they have.. everyone wants change.. even though people say that change is the constant thing about life.. change which makes people happy never seems to happen... i have also been told that when i say things i use seems to a lot.. i like telling stories and stories without seems to.. are not really stories..
Tika nagar in DVgere joke was really funny.. but I wish TC all the best.. i am sure he can do it.. like ash said.. he has the talent..
many people who i have talked to.. complain about living in sweden.. my thesis partner always complains about sweden.. but i think its a very cool place to be in... i wouldn't change anything about this country if i were given a chance..
i wouldn't change anything about India either..
Australia would be a place to visit before i start feeling old..
i should learn how to bake a cake.. before the summer is over.. 20 more days.. i have to hurry up.. maybe tomorrow i will try baking one...
and killing flies in sweden is really easy.. they are dumb.
the indian national drink is assam tea?
tea originally comes from turkey and their national drink is raki!

Vt1-Vt2

I am alone now.. the whole corridor is empty. It feels wierd. Lots of things have happened. This is a reminder to myself to remember these days in Sparta.

Silence... oooooooooo ooo silence.. Tomcraft. ;)

I don't know what to do. I need to get some sleep, I chat with people who i don't usually chat with. Not because I am an asshole when I am not alone, just because I don't have anything else to do.

People should write more on their blogs, or maybe I should find some new ones to read. I read the news. TOI and the latest headlines from Mozilla Firefox.

I am a good cook now, thanks to youtube, I wish I had more spices to make the food like it is supposed to be.

I thought it wouldn't be so bad, the summer. But the fact is there is no summer in Sweden. Its just 4 days of sunlight.

The job at the coffee shop is done, It was nice washing dishes for a living. And thanks to all my friends, I have survived till today, comfortably ..

World hold on is a very nice song... I have been introduced to a lot of different music these two terms. Something I have realized is that I don't really have any preferences to music. I like classical a bit though, but I am not good enough to recognise what is whose work.

Ok, now I will write a line about all the people I met.
Ozan the turk, was with us for 1 year, but I got to know him only this semester. A lot of things :)
Aleksander from Macedonia, I didn't know about Macedonia until I met him.
Elise the french kid... cooool.
Alessandro from Italy.... thanks for the great road trip.
Marc .. nice quick witted remarks.. always.
Ivar, icelandic guy, cool guitarist with cool stickers on his guitar.
Balls, from BMS, our DSP project manager.
Can my thesis partner... leave some work for me man .. please.
Guo Na, Alex, and Hong, the chinese hard working people.
Lin and Amy.. the chinese family..
Carol, the rock fan.. french are really cool.
Marta from Poland, the hip-hop, boy friend addicted neighbour.
Naveed and Zubair, our pakistani corridor mates, nice chapatis man.. and the kidney boner thing was really cool.
Carrie the pregnant chinese with her pictures on MSN.
Walid, thanks for the speakers. Hope you have fun back home.. Lebenon.
ok my room number is A305.. should remember that too.
Axel, the cake master...
Edgars our east europian body builder and Moris his friend.
Puneet, thanks for everything. I mean without you, we both know I wouldn't have been here.
Louis, the guy from Quebec, you have quite a lot of balls man..

Caroline the cutest and the one of a kind girl who is alive. I am sure I will still miss you when I read this some months later. I hope we can meet often. Without you, life here in corridor A would not have been the same. Ok I will bestow the honarary Chief 1 title to you. :)

Maja Djordjevic, my love. I hope this will last for sometime :) You are so much fun to be with....

The time is Sparta has been one the best hostel stints ever in my life. It was equal to the time spent in Cauvery-DJ-Chamundi-MV.

Everything fell into place like clockwork. I don't know what else I could have asked for more. Its almost complete.

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general bitching

I am feeling prettu good now.. if you know what i mean, you are on the right track already.. but mostly you won't. So here is what i see.. i see my computer screen moving up and restarting from a bottem position again. do you know what a raster scan is.. its horizontal.. but that is what i see now.. only that it is vertical.
I have some confessions to make. When I goto some parties now.. i do go more often than i used to.. i don't really think about what other people think about me. Like suttu said "dance is about expressing oneself". you are right man suttu.
I have/had this self conscious thing about myself.. me being an indain.. i don't knw whether all indian desi's have this feeling, but i always had it.. even before i was here.. that i was being watched and it made me nervous.
Some really nice friends have made me realize that it doesn't really matter..
my really nice friends also thing i talk wierd stuff when i am a little drunk. I don't think so, maybe they don't hear this stuff everyday so that is why they think i am wierd.
I had a coversation with a good friend of mine recently. It was about Hitler. I think he was a normal guy, I mean who doesn't wan't to control the world? or who didn't want to control the world. more like who didn't want to "rule" the world. He lost. I agree. that doens't make him the loser. I mean think about what would have been had he kicked everyone's ass. She says "you not being an aryan would have died", maybe i wouldn't be alive to write this today, but all the world hates him cause he lost. had he somehow overcome his immense chool to slaughter ppl and just got on with his job, maybe he would have had what he wanted. i don't know what he wanted, but i think he wanted to rule the world.
I have used backspace a lot till now..
There are other things also. I have met some ppl from other nationalities. My manager once told me in a team meeting that indians have an advantage over the chinese. and it is that we speak a little better english than them. He also said that the chinese have realised that and that the current generation which passes out of the universities speak better english. My generation, i still believe we are better.
I don't want to be called a racist, but i have some unfavaourable opinions about the chinese. I talked about it to a chinese guy today and he was pretty angry. I mean i tell the truth and he is angry. WTF man. come live in my corridor and you will see what i mean.
i am bitching... hehehe it feels good.
I tried to send a girl a gift on facebook, but it costs money.. charged through you credit card. I mean i had a free gift to give, but it wasn't really nice.. so i didn't send it to her. am i drunk or wat.
so what else do am i thinking, i start my second try at learning swedish on monday. I want to learn it this time.. so even though place i have to go learn it is far away i will go learn it.
its snowing.. or rather it was snowing.. its been snowing intermittently for the last week. we made a snowman.. my first one. i thougt about calvin before i went and did one.
I am running out of money... life is good, maybe i won't regret coming here after all.
I wish i had more challenging things o do.
I used to write a dairy on my fedora3 system. I had to install windows many times and the boot loader, but i had managed to keep my dairy for three long years. Even though i use linux now, i don't write anything for myself, maybe its because i don't have my complete dairy with me.
I always have had this feeling. When i think about what i am, and what i think right now, i feel that after a few years(maybe one year) when i look back on what i am now, i will feel like i am a kid, i mean grow up man.. but thats the way it is
Its life.

R.V.C.E days

I got up from trying to sleep to write this.. This is mostly relevant only to me and maybe a few people who would read this. But i am sure everyone has had their moments in engineering life.
I will start with the first thing i remember related to RV. I had a cousin who was there, a year before me. I came to know him personally(my earliest memory of him to date) a few days before CET. I didn't know he was in RV at that time, only that he had aced in the CET and had some super awesome tips on how to do it. The tips did work! believe me.
Next thing i remember is that i was somewhere in of the uttara or dakshina kannada districts when we got our CET results. we were on a trek to kudaremukha hill(very big hill ~=mountain) which we never climber. nevertheless each of us got wet.. completely. Our guide, mentor, lecturer, idol etc... offered to buy me new underwear as everything that i had bought was also wet. I think i took his help. He was with us when we got our CET results.
Next thing was the trip to RV with my dad. "The damn college didn't have a proper garden in front of the main admin building" was my dad's argument to make me chose an engineering college in Tumkur, which by the way has the best ever gardens in all the engineering colleges i have seen. On our way back to majestic, the BMTC bus had a puncture.. we had to take another bus.. not a good sign again.
Next thing was CET cell. I went for the sports quota selections... yes.. i wanted to get a feel of the CET cell before i could do the real thing. First up were national level medal winners, next up national level participants... anyway doesn't matter... only one thing worth mentioning. I saw this super awesome babe... i was sure she was from Bangalore(i didn't know cool babes could come from mangalore also... no its not just you). She was really awesome. she was a swimmer is what i would get to know later.
Next was my actual seat selection. but wait.. before this we also went to KREC for other REC selections.. trichy was supposed to be great.. these guys made these on the spot rules about taking 10th and 12th marks cards and not giving them back.. so we had to chose either another REC of RVCE. We(me and my dad) chose RVCE. Just for the record I was almost first in the list had i chosen REC. Also one more thing, that day was really uncomfortable cause i couldn't find a place to shit.
Ok back to CET cell.. i am waiting for my name to be called.. fuck only one girl in top 10? she's got specs.. what would you expect man?
I see this guy.. who looked like a kid with big soda glasses sitting next to me.. See at that time, even I was a kid.. so this guy must have been kids among kids. Anyway he was reading "The Hindu". I don't know why, but i have always had this thing against that paper. I think its for learned people and that it has too much information... But it made me snigger at that guy..
I got my seat.
I went to RVCE... fee paying day.. like most(?) of the guys my age... i might be wrong here cause later i met some people who all happened to be related in someway to bank employees... i didn't know how to fill out a chalan(?) and deposit money.. I went to vysya bank after getting those RGB things from the office counter.. and i see this awesome Swimmer again. Fuck she is in this college? Too good man.. but she had this other dark guy with her.. and they were talking in english.. damn.. not a very long queue. paid money.. next hostel fee.. done.. go home.. come back starting day.
At this point i don't remember whether i went home or whether next day was first day of college, i remember staying in the hostel cauvery-30 one night before the first day.. Mayank came and told me to shave off my so--so-- mustache.
First day.. sports complex(?) i am sure it was called something else.. dont remember.. i saw this guy.. who was like 15 feet tall walking with all the people going to eat at DJ..
I remember my "spider-man" T shirt and some 2nd year seniors in those brown uniforms ragging me about spiderman. To tell the truth, I thought getting ragged was kinda funny.. it made me laugh always.. "has math chutiye" or something along those lines was always wat i got in return.
I remember crying 2 times after getting ragged.. I was(am) a sissy... a little..
We had this big fear of going out alone.. so always went in groups and had to be back inside hostel by 9PM else muniyappa would not open gates... going to browsing centre.. stealing chappals to compensate..
Then one day.. the greep chappal nataka.. melvi (the miser) is a born actor. he did the part so well... denga.. poor guy. kiran feeling sad that we always made fun of denga.. and forgetting about feeling sad the next day.. the "salute" to denga..
My first monthly feast.. wow.. coke.. 2 ice creams.. so much..
Assy's infinite b'days, ash's incident with gandhi.
Water fights...
Playing football. I would keep for pretam who was my first festhos captain sometimes after college..
Anup, TC, Michael getting ragged... seniors getting kicked out of hostel.
Last day of first year.. KK drunk, me and ash go down to check out whats happening.. i get scolded and called bad names by KK, anup being cool dude explaining he needs more booz.. you be a good boy and go back to your room and sleep... me going back.
DJ hostel(127)... super mess.. the warden beating the child workers...
Ash's comp... the first porn movie. There were like 20 people inside the room.. sitting at everyplace... dark. doing dunno what with themselves...
smoking outside the window during internals....
AOEII, quake3.
Splashing water on the truce-maker Aunty's face.. TC's smelly b'day. New year. I was waiting for my lab exams. TC coming to room getting drunk.. asking the other rakesh not to tell his DVgere friends about him drinking. me telling him to shut the fuck up and sleep. Chintu coming back on mohan.. with beer dripping onto his sweater with puke.
There was this dhaba near college.. don't remember its name.. but i remember going there with gajaraj and some others..
The first time i saw bhatta smoking(probably in first year) near that krishna's night canteen.
more football and night cricket.. (rape-the-chicks to be remembered)
chamundi.. shitty hostel.. we chose the ground floor for some group reasons.. (116). shitty room.. with rats crawling.. no light. no place to do anything...
trying erasex the first time.. seeing the videos later.
getting piss drunk.. and getting high.. making self promises never ever ever to do it again.
puking my guts out literally... and getting high(after that)
opening the main cage door of chamundi for nice guys coming back from MG road. this requires some explanation. i had this huge bunch of keys which i borrowed from the half asleep gaurd to let my friends in.. I couldn't see the keys.. forget the hole.. but guess what, i picked the right key on the first try.. piss giggling outside the hostel.. now that i remember.. all the guys in that group outside the hostel are in the usa.
playing counter-strike.
ofcourse i have to mention sneha. Everyone loved sneha. We went there almost every week to hear out TC and his stories.. never ever got bored. Last time i saw this place had become real posh.
getting placed.. first job.
last day of football with seniors.
4th year.. kiran saying he wants to study this time.. seriously and so doesn't want to be in the group.. but still comes to the same d-wing.
trying erasex again.. feeling like a loser. sending messages.. heartbreak. love. heartbreak.
photo day.. pic with some girl i admired (courtesy harki).
going to the club.. taking pics.. pissing on all places wherever we could..
i dont remember the day i went back home...

EDIT: There are a few more moments too...

Kiran "borrowing" the chess book permanently from library in the first year, thinking he got caught... denga consoling him. Me and kiran discussing out future on steps in cauvery.

Mara bovi's joke on chodan, his size and why he should study mechanical and not computer science using a keyboard..(i just heard the joke).

Chodan's penalty kick which gave "quad damage" their win over the senior bengali team. (see.., there u are not at all miniscule.. that is a golden moment to remember forever ;-))

There is one moment about harki too... 2nd year... warden suddenly invades room in the afternoon with our PD... the G man was standing with harki umanka and sid on the 2nd floor i think.. harki was laughing.. we were pretty sure there was something fishy about the sudden visit.

slum-hund miljonär

That was done with google translate.
I knew the answer to the 20 million INR question before it was even asked. It made me happy at the end of the movie. Its a good movie..
I would also suggest musicovery, the classical section on the dark side is very good. Rodrigo Leäo Cinema is a really good composition.
Life is good.
I probably missed the awesome bike trip.
edit:I noticed it the last time i wrote something here... there is something about the 26th.

København

Ok, everyone who i knew, has been there.. so i thought maybe i will also go see this place. Its pretty good. better and bigger than the two "towns" that i have seen.. Malmo and lund. C always used to call me, and I would say next time maybe, for everything. I think she had finally given up calling me, and since i also wanted to do something with her, I decided to goto CPH. Actually C and E were planning to go there anyway. E was going home to see her parents for some days, and C wanted to go along with her to be with her. So we bought 200 SEK tickets from here, and off we went. E works at a coffee shop and she provided us with some free burgers...ahaaaa.. pork.. it really tastes good. I am sorry that a big part of the world's community doesn't eat it. They don't drink too. And you should hear the reasons they tell me about drinking. They tell me that one will not be oneself when one is drunk, I don't know where or who gave them these ideas. I told three guys that it is because of the religion that they don't drink, and not to give all these bull shit ideas. They tell me smoking is ok, but drinking is not.. i believe its all some stupid ideas.
Anyway we went to Copenhagen central station, it was quite old, and C was as always happy, and was having a lot of fun. E was our guide since she was good. I was really impressed by her skills to read a map, which i would realize as not so easy if one doesn't know where you are on the map to begin with. But once you know where you are on the map, its quite easy. So off we went, into the city centre. The main streets are bigger, wider than the widest in Bangalore. C doesn't really pronounce Bangalore properly, and i haven't really told her its bengaluru now. We saw some incan-type looking guys playing the flute and guitar and all, selling CDs with their music for i think 25kr. 1 Danish Krona = 0.738 SEK, and 1 SEK= around 7 INR. I went on, looking at the shops and all. We went to some park-cum-old building place, and it also had a jewish museum, which had a pretty big entry fee.. I really admired the way these girls talk to people. Its quite nice how they explain stuff about students, money and maybe next time since we are here for quite sometime... E then saw some guy running.. jogging actually... they do that all the time of the day. Back home, i have seen uncles and aunties doing all these wierd looking exercises in the early morning and evenings, but these people, they workout whenever there is daylight. Maybe its the weather. She started running behind this guy with her camera, i dont know whether she clicked photos or not, but she stopped at the other side of the bridge. One more thing is that people, i mean almost everyone, is listening to some music(i think) always. Everyone has a funky mobile phone and their ear phones plugged in. reminds me of BTS buses with nokia headsets and our FM radio jockeys. So the point is, unless u practically fall on them from behind, they can't hear u running with them.
Then as usual, i with my "funny indian accent" was trying to explain something to C, who in turn would shower me "sorri, what waz that?", "oh.sorri". E found some place where there was a piano. So some background check. I have come to believe now that most french girls learn how to play something, and the piano is something which most of them play. It so happens that C is a very good player( i had just heard about this, but indeed it turned out to be true). E, tells C that she should check out this place with the piano,(both are jazz fans), and i don't know what that is.. it supposedly has something to do with improvization and stories which i can't believe one can express in those songs without words. So off we go, me falling behind, not knowing whats happening. We go into this old place, which looks like a shop where one repairs piano's. E is checking out stuff, saying, "wow, nice place.., C maybe you should try playing" .... " Noo, I am not sure...."... and then comes this very old guy from some inner room, and says "hello!".. And the E says "Hi, we were just passing by and thought this shop was really nice and all, and we heard the muzik, which was great... and so we thought we will just take a look, i hope you don't mind".. "no no, its ok... but this is my home!", and both C and E start "Oh! really!, we are so sorry.. we didn't know.. Oh!, we are sooo sorry", ( i am standing like a statue near the open door)," Oh, its ok... i don't mind, can you please close the door", finally i say something "ya sure, sorry."
"C here plays very well"..
"No, i don't really",
"Oh does she.. well, you must play something.. "
"ya C, come on.. you can play"
and then she sits down and starts playing. I don't know what its called, but it did sound quite good.. her hands were moving so elegantly, she was quite good. I will try to add a link to the video which i took when i was doing nothing else.
the old man gets quite impressed by the taste of these two girls, and is happy that he has someone to talk to, tells us we should listen to some great jazz music and plays some...( i still am looking dumb, there are several clocks hanging here and there), we listen. It was quite good it seems, or so the old man and C thought. Then he played for sometime for us, and then E played for a minute or so, we had some nice talk, he made C play a song or two about some dying cowboy and some guy proposing to a girl and all.. gave her some names and some sheets with music.
And i think, reading those sheets with &!.|.. is quite difficult. It was like looking at binary numbers.

I hope i am not boring you yet.

Then we went to this seaside place, took some more pictures, talked some more, went back to the central station by the subway. I told them we didn't have a subway yet in my "city"... and there came a "oh.. really!", and we went. E thought each city has its own subway culture or something similar, and asked whether i had ever been in one, i said i had been in one in Calcutta, and C asked me how calcutta was.. i told her its very very dirty and never to go there.
We went to a pub inside the station, saw many people supporting liverpool which kicked some useless team's (west brom) butt. I felt sorry for the losing team, i mean how can people feel happy when its a one sided match. i would never cheer unless it was a good fight. I tasted some guinness.. i can't really say whether it was original or not, but i will believe that, thats how it will taste until i goto Dublin.
Then we went to kastrup, found a relatively quite place, talked for sometime, played some games with a paper and a pen, me and C went around the empty airport, took some more pictures, E was really tired, she went to bed. It was funny sleeping in the airport, E and C( now thats funny) had got sleeping bags, and I didn't, but the airport was quite warm, I lay there, some people came to clean the airport with those small golf cart kinda things, didnt disturb me since i was not really asleep, but pissed of E quite a bit i guess. She got up at 5 i think, checked in her bag, bought us a chocolate drink. We said good bye, and thought we will go back to copenhagen and see some more places, since it was dark the previous day. We decided to go to a place where there are some "colorful houses", and after walking for a long time, i figured out where we were on the map, and we went there. Then C said, there is something called "the little mermaid", ya it really was very little.. i was more impressed by the snakes and the lady riding a chariot with bulls...
Then we got lost again, walked and walked and walked... finally came to a river?, i am not really sure whether it was a river, it looked like one, where i saw swans!, i don't remember when was the last time i saw them, maybe never, we walked and walked, I didn't read the map very well, but C said "oh, its ok!, i didn't read it at all!", found the way back again... and by the time we came to the central station, were quite tired and hungry. Saw hard-rock cafe.. well i thought, some place where everyone i knew wanted to go, so we went.. ate a nice brunch.. had some nice time. C liked the music a lot, and even i thought the place was quite cool!, i showed her that there was one of these things in bangalore... it said "Bangalore 2007" in the book on the table.. i think that was the newest addition to the chain, since no other had any dates beside it.
Changed trains in Malmo and we were back in Sparta!

PS:
My laptop keyboard in screwed, caps lock is now shift => Ubuntu rocks.
Mrs. V(S?), if you read this, sorry for not having called you yet, i know you wouldn't mind. I will soon?
I am learning new stuff about unix!