It's One o' Clock at the Water Works

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20 year old undergrad student.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

I missed the lecture

Yeah...It's 1000 and I've slept through the lecture. Won't make this one boring as the last one though.


Wonder what sadistic pleasure the profs get by making attendance compulsory. Is it for our good? But how do they define good for others and what if people don't want the goodness of others.


So far so good.

Take the example of this prof we have who has made submissions of a problem at the end of the lecture compulsory. This way, he says he can keep a check on attendance as well as make sure that we study. But what for people like me who really don't wan to study, we copy the submissions. So, essentialy the prof is encouraging cheating.


Have been thinking the last few days over the purpose of my existence, it has come down to attending lectures, giving one exam after the other and then forgetting about it all. not that it meant much before but when I think of it, feel the tremendous purposelessnes and predictability of it all.


Two years on, I'll be a grad. take a shot at the MBA, if I get through, spend two more years there and take a fat paying job, get a green card, advertise myself in the newspapers- Punjabi Brahmin, 25 MBA Engineer Green Card holder looking for a big breasted babe, age no bar, caste no bar sex baar baar (old school joke). If she has some brains, I may not ask for dowry else will live off her father's money.


Fat aunts would say, "Munda life vich sattle ho gaya".


If I don't have kids in the first two years of my marriage, relatives, doodhwala, grocery store-owner, everyone would start advising about the neem hakeem they know thinking me to be impotent.


Finally, will have two kids and if both of them are females, the same aunts would say in the most sarcastic of tones, "Mushkilan te hondiyan ne, par kudiyan vi mata di kirpa han"


If they are both boys, everyone will be happy except me, because I'll know that they will grow upto be me. Enter the aunts again, "bahu te lachchmi da avtar hai".


I guess enough of my mindless blabbering. Next up: My experiences with the RSS.

My first Blog

Won elections for the college council yesterday. People are congratulating me on the record margin. Think that means that gives greater number to kick my ass throughout the year.

It's one in the morning. Am listening to Nusrat Fateh and thinking of my reason of existence.

Have spent the last two years of my life in an engineering college (dream of every young Indian) offering a degree in some mumbo-jumbo technology I am least interested in. There's a lecture at 0830 of the course I am sure to flunk.

Whoof!! It's tough job writing 'bout myself. If you read this, please do come back, I'm not always this depressing and boring.