Saturday, November 22, 2008
5th sem
i hope the 6th sem never starts....
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
WoW, A Revolution!
What we haven't heard of is another game of epic "shag" potential. WoW is the ultimate noob heaven. Here is a game where how good you are has no bearing on your thinking, hand-eye coordination or decision making abilities. What a heaven-sent! A dim-witted, hare-brained buffon (ahem... peACE can name someone here?) can beat Hanni/Datta/Adi given sufficient time. (and Xp - the elixir of WoW life) Why bother honing your thinking ability? All you need is infinte patience and the inhuman power to fight boredom at every level. This is what a typical WoW game looks like:
1) Find some poor creature of lower level than oneself.
2) Kill poor creature, making sure to strip its body bare of any useful items. Stringy wolf meat anyone?
3) Find more poor creatures and repeat steps 1,2 ad infinitum...
4) Find still more poor creatures and repeat step 3 (by extension, steps 1,2)
5) Occasionally, find some being much higher in level than you and beg him to give you some "quest" to take your mind of the incessant boredom
6) Perform "quest" that invariably involves steps 1,2,3 and 4 to be repeated several excruciating times over.
7) Gain ONE precious level of experience. Congratulations, you've got 2^1024 levels to go. See you on the other side of infinity.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention how NITK has adapted WoW. We keep one computer as the server. This computer contains ALL the data - Individual player's levels, quests etc. The whole nine yards. Every once in a while, the computer crashes. Hence the server has to be reset. Poof! There goes your hard work and 10000 crit kills. You've just been demoted from level 60 (It took literally months to reach - the higher levels take exponentially longer to cross) to level 1. All your hours spent wondering where to find your next quest from or how to enhance damage by 50 points, down the electronic drain. If by some miracle the computer behaves itself, the game's ruling "committee" decide to reset the servers anyway. Me thinks someone spent WoW time in class (trying desperately to reach 75%) instead of being dutifully glued to their monitors. How dare he? The shame! Luckily the "committee" understood the person's problems and decided to give him another chance. Phew! They just saved his life.
Silly me. I almost forgot to mention the inspiration for this article. A group of WoW addicts are heading back to college almost 48 hours early to, guess what? Play WoW. They intend to be at least 20 levels above the rest of the riff-raff before classes start. A lead to last? I doubt it. The server will crash anyway.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
hEArD iT tHrOuGh tHe GrApE vInE
A few days into the fourth semester, the ceiling fan in my room was spinning so slow you could have put your hand through it, and if I can remember correctly, some nutcase actually did so. The sultry Suratkal air does not permit people tolerating fans running at a half revolution/second. With the intention of getting it fixed I headed towards the hostel office, flinching because of the putrid smell of unwashed toilets and skipping every few yards to avoid stepping on dog poop. I walked into the hostel office in a sleeveless t-shirt and shorts to protect my modesty. The lady did at the office counter looked at my attire and then at my face. I was explaining to her, in Kannada, the situation re. the broken fan and was half way through it when she pointed at register lying on a table not very far away. Having done so she went back to whatever these hostel workers did to earn a living. Guys who don’t dress up for the occasion of lodging complaints didn’t interest her much. The register that she had pointed to was a complaint book of sorts. At least I gathered as much from its contents. Tube light not working, shelf not fixed blah blah blah. I wrote my complaint in bold hoping that this would speed up the process which it didn’t. A couple of days had passed and there was no trace of an electrician. It was then that (bastard) Prashanth told me that he had the electrician’s number and all I had to do was call him. And call him I did. In marched the electrician a couple of hours later. Problem solved.
This got me thinking about how our college was very much like a miniature India. Indian bureaucracy, I think would be a better phrase. You guys understand what I’m saying right? How many of you have made an entry into the Holy complaint book only to realize a week later that it’s probably being used as toilet paper in times of water shortage? This reminds me of something. The water shortage in 7thblock is the stuff horror stories are made of. You wake up on a bright sunny morning, having had a rather heavy dinner at Bittu’s or Kalash and your stomach feels a little iffy. You gather you toiletries and head off in the direction of the stench only to realize the bloody taps only release water in droplets. No choice but to hike to the ground floor Gult wing, first block or even worse, the open spaces. How many times did we complain to the warden? Innumerable is the right answer. This guy was quite the Neta I tell you. Did anybody else observe that the only time there was water in the 7th block tank was when he paid his weekly visits? I’m sure just before heading off for his rounds in the block he’d give the NITK water department a ring and say “Hey, swami, I’m heading to 7th block to catch those suckers boozing or relaxing on the terrace. While I’m there ensure continuous water supply. Just to rub it in their faces.”
I’m sure, at some point during your stay here,you’ve gone to the mess with a grumbling stomach only to find an infinitely large queue. To add to your misery, some %$^&* in front lets his friend join in and that guy does the same for his friend and so on. Twenty minutes later, when you finally get to the end of the line,what awaits you is garbage being doled out in the name of food. Frustration mounts. You want to tear your hair out, or may be someone else’s. Doesn’t all this ring a bell? Bad roads, bad power supply, bad water supply, bad queues, bad everything. We’ll be facing the same problems when we get out of college.
NITK mirrors India and Indian-ness quite accurately. Yeah we do face a few problems. It’s just that I have learnt to laugh at it and accept it as a part and parcel of studying here, the same way an Indian citizen would shrug his shoulder’s and drive his way through a pot-hole ridden highway as if it was more than he could bargain for. If you find me complaining endlessly about the food, weather, the clubs and everything associated with the college, it’s mostly because I enjoy doing so! When someone says anything against my beloved alma mater, you can be rest assured I’ll be out with brick bats in one hand and the issue of India Today which ranked our college eighth in the other! God bless their souls.I mean the India Today writers.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Education and Crime...
The Times LIFE this sunday carried this article on how more and more educated people are commiting crimes.The figures were vaguely something like from 8-9% to 11-12% of the total, if i got it right. Although you may want to exclaim that's like a very miniscule increase by all standards. But considering the fact that india is such a huge country the 3-4% increase spells a huge number of people.
It's said that lot of it was due to pent up anger and an instant of maddening rage. The cases quoted - the Arushi Talwar and the Neeraj Grover murder cases. The first case has a dentist father involved, the next one has a naval guy who was a topper in his batch and an upcoming actress butcherin the body to 300 pieces.
It also mentioned that the range of age in which most people in this category fall was 18-30 and in mumbai it was more like 18-21. The point that i'm trying
to make here is that this, i suppose, is the most trying age - as in everybody is under pressure to make decisions around this time which will affect their
lives for the next 20-30 years(in most cases). Now that's a helluva lotta pressure because you have not encountered such an important phase in your life.
And then to add to all that there is the expectation from the society(that is the people around you) which you have to keep up and meet. Although a few might
want to believe that it should not have any significance, but deep down i guess it really does - whether directly or indirectly. You cannot discount the fact
that in the back of everybody's mind there remains an imprint of at least what your parents expect of you, in the most basic terms.
Now all this competition and everything mentioned above is something people of earlier generations were not facing, at least, not of the same magnitude.
This is bound to drive people on the edge and keep them there for long enough to build up to a society in which the aforementioned incidents are becoming
more frequent and becoming of a much more brutal nature.
This should ideally give fodder for thought to the leaders in our country who are responsible for the education system that india so proudly boasts about.
And i suppose even we, as students and, facing the above have to consider and ponder on this issue. Because we are not exactly untouched by the mentioned phenomena.
regards
poi
P.S. u must forgive me for spoiling the fun and jovial nature of the other posts!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
New (Academic) Year Resolutions
Gulati:
Stop worrying, gripe less, talk without using words/phrases no one has ever heard of. (I'll let the comments add to this) Forget about IEEE injustice. It's just another regular back-stab. Plenty of those going around. Shall not display my immense expertise in lightning behaviour.
Heda:
Stop this obsessive, compulsive behaviour over Sharon, love BD more, look for other people to satisfy me, learn how to be IEEE con so that everyone doesn't laugh at me in final year.
BD:
Stop belting Heda, he may just be the one. Patent "shaaaata-thu" - It's being used way to often.
Watch out for new attendance rules - 85 %. Shaata.
Rushil:
I've got to focus. There is only one person for me. Come on, spell it out - maybe I'll remember it better: A. D. I. T. I. = Aditi. Foreigners are not going to be around anymore. There is only one person for me. There is only one person for me.....
Sameer:
No repeat of last year. No mooning over one person. There are plenty of fish in the sea. I've just got to catch one sucker. Just one.
Sheki:
Calm down. I don't have to show everyone that I'm the best. They should already know it by now :D
peACE:
MATLAB is not the be-all and end-all. There's more to life than Image Processing.
Vicky:
Gotta find the cheapest connection to Mysore. Need to save more if clandestine trips are to continue. Also need a better cellphone battery.
Ponky:
Forgive Gulati for beltings received in summer. Top class, show N.V. who's boss. Gossip with greater accuracy. I'm the KING. Yo!
EnViCi: I will not be bastard. I will not be bastard. No wait, I will be a bigger bastard.
Adi: I shall not message, its time I moved a level upwards. And yes, I shall no longer deny my Chinese roots. My country is finally going to make me proud at the Olympics. Also, grow lengthwise and NOT breadth-wise!
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Well, We've run out of decent resolutions. Feel free to add some if you like.
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Friday, June 20, 2008
Bala is always after Sheki
Sri G Balaji. [applause in the back ground]
Don't let his I-like-lollypop looks deceive you, for this guy has a monster hidden inside him. A monster which no human can emulate. A monster which every human would love to be around with. A monster which sometimes is so confused, it might act like a little girl. A monster which is still considered a legend by those who have not seen it.
Like every super hero, this monster [its a good one by the way, like king-kong only smaller and less hairy] needs something to bring it to life. Like spider-man needed the spider to bite him. This monster needs alcohol to fuel his form. The bad part is alcohol is expensive. The good part is Bala doesn't need more than 1.2*e-15 gm/ml to bring the monster out.
From being absolutely scientific [talking about benzene rings being sexy] to absurdly insane[No,I will not say it Bala].
The monster has been most commonly seen during or after exams, but we could not confirm these reports because the witnesses were in a 'monstrous' mood themselves.
It is impossible to tell the monster from normal humans in photographic evidences provided. There have been videos in the past with the monster in its full glory talking strangely into a 'mic' and speaking about 'EG Exams' funny, the monster has a nerdy side too.
Those who have not seen it continue their toil for the ultimate treasure hunt, The search for the 'High'-to-saurous.
[I'm sure many comments, slippers and other things will follow, this is purely for fun please, nobody take it to heart]