What's wrong?

It was a sunday morning with bright skies. I don't know how thats remotely relevant to this story. But lets just stick to traditions and start the post with a description of the weather situation.

As I was saying, it was a sunday morning with bright skies and I had been awake throughout the night. Doing nothing. Doing what? Doing nothing.

Yeah nothing.

What? Nothing.

When someone pings me with the most epic question mankind has ever come up with, the I-would-really-jump-down-6floors-to-show-my-concern-towards-finding-out-what-you're-doing,

What you doing?

I don't know, I was just poking my nose. Glad that you asked anyway.

I always had put up a fight with myself to make sure I don't type out 'nothing' or 'nothing much' or a lazy 'nm'. But this sunday morning had someone had attacked me with the epic question, I'd have lost my battle. Nothing.

So there I was, doing nothing. The sun came out around 6 am, when my mom walked by my room, stood there, gaping,

"Don't tell me you didn't sleep all night"

"I obviously slept. I just woke up." Such a liar.

She took a quick look at the bed, which still had the all rubbish I had thrown-on, the previous day.

"Coffee?"

"No I'm going to sleep. Going back to I sleep I meant." I'm bad at this.

Thats when she gave me a look from which it became obvious that the end of the world is drawing nearer. It was the day my sister's giving an important exam and I had totally forgot about it.

Being a honorary member of the Indian Education System since kindergarden, let me tell you what important really means. Any exam which is going to bother your future is termed important. Simply put, every exam you write in your grade 12 is important. Everything has a weightage. Even the physical training exam, which you've thought you're writing it simply because you're otherwise jobless at home, has some weightage. Just wait and watch. The Board would soon find ways to penetrate its way to your Facebook profile and give 5% weightage to all the quizes you take. Even Anita, the psychic can't help you.

As I was saying, she was about to write this superimportant exam, the final level of the Pre-Medical Pre-Dental. She had always wanted to be a doctor. Everyone in my family did. So naturally, the house had a very tense situation. We packed and left, 2 hours before the exam. My golly, TWO HOURS.

After much of pep talk, the bell rang and the fighters, heavily armed with hall tickets and pencilerasersharpnerscale entered the arena with roaring excitement as the crowd watched tensed. They disappeared into the walls of the exam halls and we were left alone, blinking. It was all amusing. It was just a year ago what I was one among the fighters, leaving behind the amused crowd. Now I'm a veteran.

I was day dreaming in this profound amusement, when my dad called me over,

"This is Dr Something Swaminathan. And he's my son, studying in IIT."

That 3 letter word forced me into a mini career guidance session which included finding responses to questions like

"Do which is better? Mechanical or Electrical?",

"Chemical Engineering? No no my son hates chemistry",

"D'you think Computer science at NIT is better than Aerospace at IIT?" (My personal favorite. Browny points for creativity)

Thats when I began to wonder. Fundamentally there's something seriously wrong. I know people who clear JEE and have not a single clue of what stream they want to put their rest of their life into. Whatever the rank they get, their choice is just the same as the choice of the crowd who get ranks close to theirs.

This strangely reminds me of this scene from Bug's Life where new born babies come rolling down the conveyor belt and the queen ant looks at the each baby and decides whether it could become a soldier or a worker. Just a look. Points to it and the queen mutters 'soldier', next, 'worker', next, 'soldier'...

This resemblance is just sad. Its all upto that rank you get, that exam you write, your performance at the conveyor belt. Smile. You're a worker. Act tough. You're a soldier. The baby does not even know what its putting its life into.

"Perform at the conveyor belt well and the rest is taken care of", they assure the baby.

"Wagawaga", it replies in Baby(UK) which translates to "Why don't you give me a break?" in English(UK).

"So tell me, which is better? Mechanical or Electrical?"

I had day dreamed a bit and this was parent#6 I was talking to. Same questions. Same mentality.

"I don't know ma'm. I belong to neither." I was polite.

Something's strangely wrong.

Stuff I've always loathed to hear

"The subscriber you are trying to reach is currently switched off. Please try again later."

"Please close the door. Please close the door. Please close the door..." *Elevator female*

"Its 8:30 and you're still in bed! Rahul, wake up! Rahul! See I have a mug of water in hand..."

"In today's class we're going to deal with organic meta subtituents in sterioheterochemicycl..."

"Drive slowly. Don't go too close behind the bus. Stick to the median. Go slow. Go slow." *Mom riding pillion*

"Look he's wearing pink. Hahahaha. Look he's got ear rings. Hahahaha. Look he's..."

"I'd like the students sitting in the last 3 rows to come to the front. No no no not there. Only the front seats."

"Half an hour left" * If its a Math paper*

"Two and a half hours left" * If its a Computer science paper *

".. then take left, keep on cycling for another 5 kms. Then take the next right to a petrol bunk. Cycle for another 2 and a half kms and you'll reach a fancy store. Just buy some jumkies worth 5 rupees. D'you have cash?"

"Can you 'put' doubles?"

"Hey freshie, come here..."

"How much did you get last quiz?"

"Dude upload the minutes of the meeting asap"

"Hey we're going for a movie. Coming? Cool! Btw, its in hindi."

"Is this your OWN design?"

Arrrgh!! :X

A change in layout

"Check out my blog now dude. And tell me if you have any cribs.", I pinged Sanjith.

"I read your post yesterday itself and even commented on it!", his reply.

Err.. It took him another 30 seconds to realise there's something else different here. Yes. The layout!

I'll just briefly explain the "funda" behind it here. I got used to this funda-for-everything way of life after a whole year in IIT. :) Anyway, since its a personal blog, the pics represent very random pieces of my life.

The trademark yellow autorickshaw has ever been the mascot of Chennai. I was born, fed, scratched, pinged, loved, kicked all my life in Chennai. I owe a lot to this city.

Idli, Dosa, Vada. Mmmmmm. Period.

The main gates of IIT. Everytime I used to cross by it during my school days, I used take a deep look inside, telling myself, "for one day, I'm somehow going to get in!". Now as I go past the gate, I'd be like "Why can't on earth cant the auto guy drive faster? I want to get home fast!".

Next, a cinema camera. Well I'm a great fan of great movies!

To the right side, is a diffraction pattern in our physics lab. Physics has been my fascination since early schooling. Err.. Seriously.

Below it is my shadow clicking my shadow as a general interest for photography.

The picture below the shadow guy is dedicated specially for the beauty in feminity.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.. Ah there's not a single person on this planet without getting wooed by this altime super awesome sitcom. No other TV show has ever dared to replace it!

The tale of floating heads

"Can you please pass me a spider? I need one urgently."
"Sure. But before that I want you to make this lizard look good. Remove a leg or a hand if necessary."

Well, my blog is not the right kindof spot to start off a heavy discussion on animal rights. But before Tamanna attempts a suicide, let me clarify (I'm going to pull off a Vijay). This was a regular conversation which happened in one of the brightly lit rooms of the Centre For Innovation (CFI). Yes, if you haven't guessed it yet, the Shaastra 2010 Graphics Design team is working there!

If you're blank on what (or who?!) Shaastra is, well, there's always Google. For the rest, yes I'm a coordinator for Shaastra (who?what?) Graphics Design and I, with the design team, has been made to surrender our vacation for the noble cause of well, Graphics Design!

Its fun to be a Graphics Designer. Seriously. I'm just in my beginning stages but can still feel how awesome it is. First of all you get this immense pleasure out of actually creating something. There's a commonly used adjective in insti dictionary - "godly". That would be the EXACT description of how you would feel after finishing your piece of work and hit Save.

The chief motive for me getting into design would be my Design Core. His works which he constantly uploads to his blog inspired me a lot! Damnit its cool stuff!

The next chief motive ("How many chief motives you dumb ass?", a random blog reader) would be the 100s of threads in the EP department group discussing ideas for a department tee shirt but with no final conclusion. Every group member swears an oath to remain silent after that.

The next chief motive (Patience please. This is the last!) would be the commonly agreed fact that being a Designer is just plain too cool.

I still do have a long way to go. Being in the Shaastra design team has definitely been a very good chance to learn! And oh well, how can someone forget the grub coupons! Sluurp..