About me now

Now that i am writing for my profile, i'd like to mention that i've somehow fallen into the concept of keeping a low profile. LOW PROFILE not as in some dumb lines like "i am what i am" or "u gotta ask my friends to know that". oh c'mon. there wud b only two categories of ppl looking into your profile. one, who know u or have met u so much so as to add u in their list. they wudn't need to look into this section of your profile neways (technically speaking. though i luv to go thru the about me sections of ppl whom i already know). two, those who saw ur testimonial or scrap for a god-damn beautiful lady here on orkut (if u r a male), or those who saw ur picture in someone else's scrapbook when u scrapped the third person (if u r a non-male). so, only in the latter case does this section of your profile really holds meaning. and writing short dumb lines like those told above, wud beat the purpose of ABOUT ME section altogether then.
so, talking about low profile, i've always been writing huge stuff for myself, and may even do that not-knowingly, this time as well. i've always been enchanted by the super ecstasical attraction of limelight in the past. being noticed for wat u do (which mostly included in my case, playing pranks, doing wierdo stuffs, laughing loudly or mocking some one real bad), being talked about. not so any more. i've been convinced that u dont have to b in the limelight or u dont have to have a magnanimous PROFILE at all times. u dont have to ridicule other ppl to grab someone else's attention (someone else either refers to a grp of ppl or, mostly, a lady). u dont have to laugh away in class for no reason whatsoever, just to make the teacher feel horrible about himself or herself. no, u dont have to do that. u only need to have to do something extraordinarily productive for the humankind as a whole (ahem....yeah cudn't mince my words lesser) to grab that limelight. u just need to be NICE, to everyone u do give a damn for. for everyone else, why shud i care? there definitely might b someone else who'd b caring a bit about them as well. so then, i dont have an obligation towards them to care about, and hence i dont even need to pull their attention.
Therefore, LOW PROFILE is the word. keep rocking.

About Me

This is what i've been keeping in my Orkut Profile uptil now. i wanted to update the section. so i thought i'd preserve this thing here. i kind of......love this.

5 feet 9 inches from tip to tip (tips taken as bottom and top, one at a time). normal in all respects, excepting the following -
1. nose a twitch larger than proportionally required, so as to place symmetrically between the two eyes.
2. has a short memory span which lasts newhere between 3.6 to 7.84 microseconds, when it comes to lectures involving reductive methods of extracting pure lead (Pb) and henceforth.
3. stares for an invariably long period into empty spaces, thereby putting the brain either on shuffle mode or standby.
4. has low affinity for water at temperatures ranging from 283.7 to 298.7 K.

i derive ultimate pleasure out of screeching voices, aimed at me for reasons whatsoever. about some of the most important people in my life -

Dad is a hunk. he puts immeasurable effort into making me count my blessings and not ask for 3 recharge coupons of rs. 100 each for my cell phone, each month.

Ammi jaan makes sure i've got my both ankles and wrists in place, the first thing in the morning, keeping in view the frequent sprains resulting from careless sleeping positions of mine (ahem..). ritualistically, wakes up at 2 am every night to make me realise the differences between the Owl and Human Genus and puts me to bed.

Haaroon doesn't care, about nething. all he cares about is setting reminders on a dozen cartoon channels that show on the TV. reckless bicycle riding and roller blading has a new messiah in him.

Pranjal seems to b on a never ending spree of finding flaws with stereotypes and tricking people into misleading arguments about the already established facts of life.

Shanky wants to b a rock star. sets no priorities at any point of time. thinks hard about the most insignificant and inprofitable things in life.

Aarav is one DUDE, for sure. his call-me-and-tell-me-the-venue attitude gives him invariably high ratings.

Zenab can never think of nething not to talk about. has bonded ionically to her cell phone and wudn't be happier if even food and water were sms'ed to her. is totally messed up but a darling, nevertheless.

Mehul wud never plunge into a conversation of ne kind. answers in monosyllables, and takes mammoth effort to say "bye" on phone.

Sufy has taken a vow to never stop laughing. has a stunted growth and has always attended skool so as to oblige to our very need of her esteemed presence in the class. plans to.....oh, never mind.

So long...eh....

Been on the net a couple of times before this too. sify i-way. he was right. before going to the cafe, i had so many things in mind that i planned to do on net. once i reach the god-forsaken place, only things i can think of at the spot are orkut, scraps, reply to those, gmail, reply to those, messenger, and nothing more. didn't even bother to check entropy-on-the-move. so here's how it is.
first day (i.e the orientation). library auditorium. top floor MIT central library. a humungous (feels so good to b able to use that word after such a long time. i said i was sorry, u shrimp) hall. some 300 ppl sitting, staring at the blank projector screen (which has now bcome such a monotonous sight that it causes VISUAL POLLUTION - quoted C.Rajagopalan). some holy crap blabbered about the college, the Credit system, ragging, laptops, BICYCLE (oh ahahahahaha...). the first day in the class. cant remember whom i sat with. wasn't definitely a girl. can clearly recall the INDO-PAK BORDER (quoted - that ENGLISH TEACHER, Natasha or something). well by that she meant the passage dividing the rows of boys and girls in the class. huh. ya the border was here too, at least the first day. only some fortunate late comers (time > 8.15 am) were able to make it in the PAK area. some of them my hang-outters now. ok, now that i have used the term HANG-OUTTERS, let me explain wat does it mean. now, i, or neone else for that matter, can only DESCRIBE as FRIENDS the people that they get to hang arnd with. they might or might not mean the same. "might not mean" doesn't imply that they spite against those so-called frnds, but they cudn't find a more appropriate term to categorize those ppl falling in the much crowded range between (actual)FRIENDS and AQUAINTANCE (yep, orkut cant do it either). so that is the category that i have called hang-outters(phenomenon known as NEOLOGISM, if u know it). ok, so talking about ppl here, forming impressions doesn't take me ne time, and neither does changing them. heard a guy playing "come as u are" in room 226. found out then that he was the same fortunate late-comer (time > 8.15). got along with him real well. formed a ROCK BAND at the spot. NAME :- CLEO'S FUNERAL. that name came after much thinking though. some of the proposals that came along the way were - THIS WAY UP, and some more which i cant remember at the moment. though, i didn't bring my own synth along. am gonna borrow it frm somewhere.
was thinking. whn's that time gonna come when i'll pull my own strings. dad called yesterday, and out of a sudden pang of realization asked me whether i had had ne haircut since leaving home. i said that no i hadn't. told me to get that at once, or so did he mean. plan shattered. had earlier thought of going home with long bangs. doesn't matter though. i m not getting that bloody haircut ne time soon. i wanna play at the PEROXISM with these on. yeah baby, feels like my own strings. but even this semester wont last longer than 4.5 months. no, not that i want that to last ne longer than this, i want to go home on vacations, more than nething else.
soon am gonna upload the impromptu speech on MONEY, that i gave in the class. felt good abt it. but let me confess, tht was the best topic that i could have been given to speak upon. that one line, MONEY CANNOT ACTUALLY BUY YOU HAPPINESS BUT CAN DEFINITELY PUT YOU IN A GOOD BARGAINING POSITION, was quite a thought over (and over) line. i cant really remember if i thought about it myself or read it in RD. maybe.

Scales

Shrimali sir says there are 7 fundamental physical quantities (he is confused till date whether to call charge or current the fundamental quantity, well never mind). all other physical quantities can b derived from these seven and can hence b measured. but having said this, the word remains PHYSICAL. oh now wtf, sure only physical quantities can b measured. "tum mujhpe kitna trust karte ho?" sweetie, had i known the dimensions of this god-forsaken quantity called "Trust" i wud have definitely let u know. ok for time being why not try to derive the dimensions. lets c, trust....one HEAVY feeling tht keeps thumping like sony ericsson's bass reflex headphones...makes M1. trust seems to b inversely proportional to the time tht relation sustains, so much so tht it makes T-2. so far, so gud. M1T-2. darling i trust u 12.376 metres/second2. now get a physics tutor and a life.

Over and Out

32700, something. dont remember the exact figure and am in no mood to open another tab for it too. time was around 7.45. cudn't sleep the whole night through. mom and dad were having their morning tea. bloody me, i felt as if i ruined it. ruined it? are u mad. is nething left to be ruined. have been thinking for some days, some spiteful things about people who care the most about me in the world. every thought came crashing down though, this morning. also been thinking for some days, tht these people's worlds are revolving around me. even if it isn't so, it atleast seems so. dont know why tht doctor said tht my eyesight is 6 by 6(watever tht means). i do have to put a lot strain to see the score. neways, he has asked me to go to him again, but am sure the first thing he is going to ask is the same tht i expect him to. dont know whether i wud want to go or not. i dont think this shud b the feeling at the moment but i m still thinking if i'll be going for the movie on monday or not. i've asked dad to remember to bring the pencil colors. do i have everything else. geometry box, check, pen, sort of, admit card, yes, pencils, wtf. dont know whether st pauls will b gud for it or bad. i mean the environment might prove inconclusive. but again, wtf. no centre was better or worse as yet. so why fret. still want a t shirt, u asshole, wudn't tht b enough. bikes, t shirt, girls, mobiles. i even switched this one off in the morning. mithapur was bad. really bad. i mean there were a lot more to b discussed thn chocolates and chocolaty things altogether. wudn't know wat they have got. 216 shud b gud, or so did i think. the ratio suggests it shud b gud. but statistics lie, people lie, results are amazingly gud. she was saying on tv tht u cant judge a persons knowledge in 3 hours or something like tht. another sucker on the microphone i say. u can grade people like nething. why those grades dont lie. u can see the picture, clear as is meant to be. i still think she lies.

Wish you were here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.