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so we type... first of all.. i am back on the side where cigarettes are not addictive anymore..

we did really good work in our master thesis.. it was actually some research.. even by my standards. i was impressed by the kind of work we did. :) i am happy for that.. cheers to the turk. he was the one who made it all possible.. i mean it would have been impossible for me to do it by myself.. but it would have been equally impossible for him to do it by himself too.. both of us acknowledge that and that is what is good about it..

so let me catch up .. from that last post.. for my few readers.. who i know are the best and read the best of course...

last month i happened to be in this southern german city called munich. and there happened to be a fest where lots of ppl got to drink bavarian beer.. some word eh.. beer. i have been meaning to write this.. is that even correct.... anyway i went to octoberfest.i am feeling the aftereffects of the money pinch even today... but it was all worth it. even though i was sick like 1 week after i came back and i got ppl around me sick after that..

okaj! so vi start..

how did this go.. in the summer, i was alone here in lund.. with a french guy, an american girl.. and some indian friends. we cooked food.. we ate.. the french guy cooked... we ate.. and then my indian friends went back home.. and so the american girl came into the picture.. she became was with the french guy... no i am not drunk yet.. and anyway my icelandic friend who happened to be in stockholm asked me about the munich erasmus reunion.. i am not part of the erasmus program.. neither is my icelandic friend.. but we decided to do it anyway.. i had free accomodation.. thanks for afb.se and balls balaji.. so we booked our tickets.. 2-3 days before the october fest and the return tickets 2 days after the end of october fest. I am sure everyone who reads this knows wat is octoberfest..

so i took the flight.. my 3rd one.. to munich.. it was pleasant.. and we were welcomed by some friends..erasmus friends.. i knew them a bit.. not a lot.. but we are friends on facebook now.. :)

so we go to friesing and we walk towards the place where we collect ivar's baggage .. and i walk past this poster in the airport.. a bmw poster..all i see is the hood.. with a big bwm logo.. and suddenly it comes alive.. the damn thing.. its interactive.. the ad.. it starts up the engine as soon as u walk past the poster.. i was impressed....

ok.. then we take a ride in our erasmus friends car.. i call my indian wipro work mate.. who happened to be in munich..

we stay one day in friesing.. the alcohol is cheaper than in sweden ... we drank a bit..

next day we decide to go check out munich.. we took the really expensive but only possible train link from friesing to munich.. and then we walked around the city a bit. i did take some pictures which i will post soon..

so towards the evening.. we managed to get to the enlischer parken, where we met our other german erasmus friend.. okaj no erasmus anymore..

on the way to the garden, we passed by the american embassy.. and i thought.. oh oh.. i have pictures of the flags of all the countries i ever visited to.. maybe i can fake one and take a pic of the american flag.. and i take out my camera.. and there goes.. peeee peeee.. wtf... from where.. the guard said no pics.. move along ..so america has to wait..

then we met up with our friesing friends and went to haufbrau haus.. the octoberfest place throughout the year... it was nice.. i met my indian friends there..

next day we just went to octoberfest park and checked out all the tents.. decided which one we should chose the next day..

in the evening other ppl arrived.. 2 guys from italy, 2 girls from france.. carol managed to reach without any trouble.. caroline had some problems.. not unexpected.. after another night of sleeplessness, we got up at 6 and managed to catch a train to reach octoberfest exactly before the crowd started to get in line.. we got into the hacker-pchor tent at around 9. the first round of beers were served around 9.. and the first line to pee started at around 10.. fuck there was a damn long line.. it took me like 15 mins to just get a place to pee.. i dont know about the women.. so i drank and ate and drank and drank.. more beer.. it was good.. i ate some pasta with cheese.. ate some bavarian sausages.. the white ones with sweet mustard sauce.. and then at around 5, ivar was feeling a little nauseous.. so we decided to get some fresh air..

so that was the end of october fest in the tent.. oh.. there was a lot of singing and bottem's up 1 litre beer involved.. i participated only in the singing part.. and not in the bottems up part.. not only couldn't i afford it.. i wouldn't have been able to get down 1 litre in one go.. and the disgrace if u dont do it.. its too much..

once we got out of the tent.. it was four of us.. ivar.. carol and francesco.. we tried walking towards a cathedral.. i always wanted to go there and so we went.

i had hiccups by this time and i hate hiccups when i am drunk.. they take a long time to go away..

we reached the cathedral.. took some more pics.. laid down for some time and then we tried to find out where the subway was..apparently no one knew.. or no one understood us..

we kept walking.. i saw some indain uncles wearing sahara india tee shirts drinking beer.. and even though i don't speak hindi so well.. esp when i a little tipsy, i tried to ask then where the damn subway was.. and like (what i expect) typical indian uncles.. they started asking me who the beautiful girl was in our group.. i kept asking.. wtf is the subway man.. and ivar started using his limited vocabulary of hindi and started calling me madarchod and behanchod.. the uncles got prettly excited about this and started calling me the same.. just for the record i have improved his vocabulary.. and now he knows kannada also..

so they didnt help us.. but we manged to read the signs and we get to the subway.. so this is like the central station ok..

we get there.. i see 4 guys in military uniform.. we all see them and guess what they do.. they stop me.. only me... out of the four.. but its understandable no? a guy unshaved for almost a week.. and no haircut for more than a year.. so ask me for my passport.. which i had only that day.. i should carry it more often.. i dont do.. but i should.. they said 5 mins.. my friends took pictures of me there.. a fugitive.. the hiccups went away btw..

we caught the train back.. played some foosball.. i scored about 5 goals the whole stay in munich which is pretty good ;)..

and then.. i got sick the next day... it was the last day or the last day before the last day..

anyway i will come to the last day... we managed to spend the whole day in the english park.. we walked a lot.. ivar drank some more.. i tried to sleep.. tried to see all the dogs in the park..

and we came to the airport.. ivar teasing me all the time to wake up and stop being a madarchod.. and the fucking flight was delayed.. dammit..

i was so sick by this time that i would have given anything to be back in my room sleeping..

we come to copenhagen.. my ear hurt all the time we were in the air.. and we catch a trian to malmo.. and guess what.. we have to wait another hour to get back to lund. the guys wouldn't even open the doors to let us into the wages to get out of the fucking cold...

i reached back home at 1:10in the night.. walked all the way to delphi.. sick.. and slept for 48 hours in the bed.. i mean i was in the bed.. i didnt sleep though.. anyway i got better.. and life goes on..

maybe in january i will see some parts of poland...god be with you marta.. and france.. maybe even serbia and spain.. who knows..

so edit.. i will put link to facebook pics here.. .. exactly here..

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.