Some chaps from a call centre company called Voiz Serv came to college and basically told us we didnt have a chance of being employed as engineers anyway so why not join a call centre instead? I suppose their argument was compelling but I didnt pay too much attention cos

1) It was freezing cold in the seminar hall with all the air conditioners going at full blast and

2) I really had to pee.

There's something about extreme cold which makes you want to pee, I dont know what. After half an hour I was an agony and hissed angrily each time the chap asked us a question.

Overenthusiastic marketing chap who cracks cliched jokes : " What skills do you have that set you apart ??"

Me : "I can pee...."

Overenthusiastic marketing chap who dosent know the difference between genuine laughter and mocking laughter: " You think knowing ohm's law will get you a job?"

Me: " I gotta pee..."

Overenthusiastic marketing chap who derives sadistic pleasure from not letting people pee : " Business Process outsourcing is the best thing that happened to India"

Me: "Whimper! squeak! I gotta peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"

I think the brain is directly controlled by the bladder and not vice versa cos after a while I began hearing things:

Overenthusiastic marketing chap who also sells insurance for burst bladders: " Well, you guys have been excellent, its been a great pressure meeting you."

At this point, I couldnt take it, I just raised my hand and wiggled my little finger at the speaker. Without waiting for a reply, I ran out of the seminar hall. Was dismayed by the sight of the newly built fountain shooting water into the air. Shut my eyes and ran to the toilet block ( ground floor and first floor, only toilets). Never had I seen such a beautiful building. Ran straight into it did my thing and lived happily ever after.

Walked back home with Anju and noticed she had a wooden plaque with a prayer on it. Someone had given it to her for christmas. Took the plaque, read the prayer and then whacked her a few times with it. Nothing more pleasant than whacking Anju with " GOD'S PRAYER".

Went to the gym later and then headed for Odyssey. Place was jam packed with kids as there was some show for them. Pushed aside the Santa Claus and gave the security chap my bag. Paused a moment to survey the crowd and shook my head in disgust. The kids, their filthy rich parents, the teenagers with too much makeup, too much attitude and too many cellphones, the annoyingly cheerful Santa Claus who kept trying to shake my hand, they all irritated me. They were a snobbish bunch, all pretending to enjoy the spirit of christmas. Entered the shop and found it even more crowded. Checked out a few items, was appalled by their price and got back home.

Yesterday, I unleashed a grin that split my face in half. I still havent stopped grinning...my friends know why.

K, that was the most pathetic blog entry ever. I'm sick of a wishy washy, watery existence. Ladies and gentlemen, make way for the Hairy Chested, mentally tough brute!

I'm depressed. I feel rather unintelligent. Each entrance exam seems to prove that I dont have the stuff to make it big....I dont know what I lack, the brains or the drive. Perhaps I really am intelligent but just lack the desire, perhaps i'm not intelligent at all, I dislike being so ordinary, I dislike having my intelligence measured by such exams, I dislike being intellectually average....I'm sick of exams.

Read " The English Teacher" by R.K Narayan, fell in love with the hero's wife and mourned with the hero when the wife died. Spent the afternoon in a coma and woke up after 4 hours, feeling at complete peace with myself and the world. Also went shopping with my parents, visited the temple and got back home.

I just finished " The Covenant " by James Michener and I've decided to get back to R.K Narayan. Dont get me wrong, I think James Michener writes wonderfully well, but this book was heavy with Christianity. He's also gone through great trouble to describe how the African Tribesmen killed each other. I've had just about enough of men impaled on spikes or their genitals ripped off.... its sickened me and I dont think I'll pick up another Michener for a while.

R.K Narayan I like and I got 3 of his books from the library today, just finished reading " The Bachelor of Arts " and just started " The English Teacher ". R.K Narayan seems to be the only author I really identify with. Simple, to the point and at every moment I'm able to relate each one of his characters to someone I know. My thoughts and ideas seem to mimic his perfectly, I really wish I could write just like him.

Well, have another hour before I head for class, I guess I shall pick up " The English Teacher" again.

Downloaded some Coldplay off kazaa and love the lyrics:

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start

Running in circles
Coming in tales
Heads are a science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start

Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard

I'm going back to the start

My parents have left for Madurai to attend a wedding and my cousin is making dinner. So far he has succeeded in making dosas of questionable shapes and sizes but I'm no complaining. Its not everyday that one gets a dosa shaped like an irregular polygon.

Also realised I tell everybody everything thats going on in my life, now thats a bad thing, so I shall put an end to that. Thus I shall not tell you that I was once chucked out of a shop for loitering, nor shall I tell you that I chased a friend with a mop in a shopping complex, so there!

A fairly uneventful day. I made an appointment with Savant Technologies to make some enquiries for my project but the chap didnt turn up.
My SCMHRD exam is tommorow...not sure how it will be. Nothing much else actually, I spent my time either working out a few problems in quants or reading "The Covenant" by James Michener. I've taken quite a liking to his books, I think I'll pursue his writing for a while. I've had a lil too much of R.K Narayan for now and James Michener is a pleasant change.

There's nothing nicer on a chilly night to sit by yourself in your room with a nice book and your mother making a regular appearance to fill your plate with hot dosa and sambhar. Now that I've finished reading " Rosy is my relative ", I want to turn back time and start again.

I also visited Richie street for the first time and I found it absolutely bewildering. I've always known it to be a place where one could get electronic goods easily but I had no idea that one could buy computer hard disks from a vendor whose shop consisted of one newspaper laid out on the dusty road on top of which a dozen computer peripherals would be piled. The place is absolutely amazing. Hundreds upon hundreds of shops crowding the street, dealing with nothing but electronics, all incredibly small and all incredibly jam packed. In every shop I saw a man pondering over a circuit as he simultaneously soldered components onto a printed circuit board.

My friends and I were out there in order to purchase components for our project and we saw an advertisement for this place called Ajit Electronics. I found the place, opened the door and found myself not more than 1 foot away from a scowling sardar who sat on a dilapidated chair surrounded on 3 sides by mountains of electronic components, the fourth side being reserved for the customer. The place is so tiny that only 1 person can enter at a time. He shook his head irritably when I asked him if he sold current and potential transformers so I turned around with some difficulty and left the shop.

We werent able to obtain the components we needed so we were pretty fed up at the end of it. Got back home and crashed on the bed. Slept for a couple of hours, got up and read the book. Perhaps I should study now.

College reopened but we were left free today so a few of us spent the afternoon in the english department helping Lima maam correct the english model exam papers. I came across some truly remarkable answers like:

Question: What will the world be like in the year 2070?
Ans : Computers will do all the work and man will become fat and lazy. Hence transportation will become difficult.

Question: What are the precautions to be taken in a Nuclear Power Plant?
Ans : Do not perform nuclear reactions close to the eye...

Otherwise did not accomplish much in college, came back home and ran to class where I had a mock XAT. The quants section was totally vague....couldnt make too much sense of it.

Came back home and feel dead tired. Will probably drop down any seco.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

I have a terrible cold and my head feels like its been filled with lead :-(. I'm irritable, grumpy and tired but I just cant sleep. I was up till 1 last night playing a game of scrabble online, after which I spent the next 2 hours watching a tamil film dubbed in telugu and a telugu film dubbed in tamil.

Got up with a splitting headache and did nothing but mope around the whole day. Tried dozing in the afternoon but there were just far too many phone calls.

Went to a wedding in the evening, recognized absolutely nobody, ate dinner and got back home.

I am only moderately aware of the events happening in the world...not a very good thing considering many entrance exams have a general knowledge section. I really should read the papers and watch the news more often.

My grandfather treasured the newspaper. It had to be read in the morning while sipping hot coffee. After reading the paper, he would spend another 5 minutes carefully folding and creasing it. The paper often looked much better after he'd read it.

As a child, adolescent and rather immature adult, I have always avoided the newspaper, deeming it to be one of those boring things adults read out of force of habit. My own interest in the papers has been limited to reading the sports section and in that, only the cricket section. I care not for politics be it central or regional. We seem to be having elections all the time! I dont see the point in knowing who the external affairs minister is or who the health minister is..whats the point if they keep changing them anyway? Perhaps I have the view of an ignoramus but I am a content ignoramus.

Unfortunately, the chaps who set the papers for entrance exams dont seem to share my view. Infact, they have a seperate section called " General knowledge " which gives me the willies. I dont know where to start reading from :-(. Oh well, I could atleast try to read todays paper...