“Where you off to?” queried my roommate. I could sense insurmountable suspicion in his eyes. Awkward silence. I was pulverized.”Udupi” I retort, rambling lucidly. I had sftifled. He had sensed it. He yanked himself up from the bed, rushed through the corridors, and gave shouts of ‘GPL, GPL, Sloger’s going to the reading room’. I dropped my bag meekly in submission and surrendered. My arms were held, my legs spread and promptly GPLed.I was battered, clobbered and bruised. My damped spirit lifted me up, and a dogged 15 minutes later, I was in the reading room. I could atleast find 20 guys from my class. I swore under my breath. I parked myself underneath a fan rotating at less than a revolution an hour. My steadfastness all at once failed me and I submitted. A small little siesta couldn’t harm me, I thought. I had almost dozed off, but I was woken up by a man sitting right beside me, who struck up a conversation with me.
Unidentified asshole: Sup macha?
Blank me: Who are you?
Unidentified asshole: I’m God. I’m here to answer all your questions, demystify all your mysteries. So go on, ask what you please.
Confused me: Am I drunk?
Smooth-talking God: No. You’re having a hangover. I’m real. Go ahead. Test me.
Baffled me: AlrightIE. Let me test you then. Who is the biggest sloger in the world?
Composed God: Even monkeys with half a brain can answer that. Shobhit. Madman. I appeared before him last week, the same way I did today, and the first and the only question he asked me was the schematic of an FPGA. I couldn’t answer it. He ridiculed me and answered it himself.
Amused me: Ya. I know. Tell me this. Why did you choose Tronix for me?
Witty God: So you could appreciate Friday nights better.
Not amused me: Not worth it, my friend. Why doesn’t anyone sleep in class? Why am I the only one?
Flattering God: Because they don’t dream. And besides, you’re not the only one, have you seen Parampalli?
Convinced me: Yes. That’s true. Tell me this. Do Voice club guys impress you?
Smug God: You crazy? I’m asleep at 4 in the morning. I don’t have the damndest idea what they are doing up so early!
Curious Me: I hear you have a crush on one of the Tronix girls. Come out with it God.
Hapless God: That girl who sits in the first bench right?
Very Curious me: Who? Rangdal?
Embarrassed God: No, you fool. That second year girl. Unbelievably pretty. Damn, we were good together. But she likes you more. Lucky you. (Gnarl)
Flattered me: Of course she does. Tell me this. How can I anticipate surprise tests?
Knowledgeable God: When you’re least prepared. I’m a big fan of Murphy’s Laws.
Unimpressed me: You are a sadist God. You should be ashamed. By the way, do you know who wrote that anonymous newsletter?
Smug God:Muhuhahahahaha!!
Disgusted me: For the love of God! Tell me. Who’s winning next year’s CR elections?
Helpful God: Navin
Confused me: Putta?
Ambiguous God: No.
Still Confused me: Vignesh?
Unclear God: No.
Stunned me: Naveen T.B?? You gotta be kidding me.
Shocked me: Ok, Ok. One more. And please don’t mention it to anyone. But….. Am I gay?
Smiling God: Only in the closet. I’ve seen the way you look at Videsh.
Hopeless me: Damn.What will I tell my mom? Anyway, can I mention this conversation in the class blog?
Cunning God: Only if you mention the gay part. Only then.
Me: Deal
God: Deal.
He disappeared into thin air, leaving me despondent, and yet having the satisfaction of demystifying invaluable class details. I put my head back on the desk, and lost myself in deep sleep. Not so many miles to go before I sleep.
Posted Non-Anonymously
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Teeming masses
There are two ways of writing a post.One is when you sit and think and let your ideas flow, with a lot of backspaces and swearwords punctuating.That is called blogging.Other is you don't think and let your mind drift; set it free and wonder as it asks questions that astound you, amaze you, embarrass you or just plain ignore you.When you know you are in no state of mind to think, i suggest you don't think about posting.close your eyes and let it type...That is musing.
Bangalore, sometime in the middle of the summer:i am standing.and i see this tree.it has its branches swaying in the wind.It (the tree) is fulfilling its purpose as a flower bearing tree.the branch however is growing towards the adjacent house.Why?
why is the branch so desperately trying to curtail its life by venturing into no-go territory when it should, ideally move upwards towards sunlight which is but a few degrees away?
It is like asking a fish why it ventures out of its shoal when it knows(?) that itll be eaten by encircling predators.It is a certain thing.As certain as the conviction of the predator that given enough patience and alertness, it will get food.
the fish and the branch, are victims of teaming up.
someone has to take the axe.someone has to be the sacrificial lamb.That someone wouldn't be anyone without the same team,which eventually requires a sacrifice,for the 'greater good', in order for it to exist.
i wonder if every single fish in a shoal has its day.if, as fingerlings are born,the older ones are pushed towards the edge,to perish,for the team.
i wonder if apart from teaming up, the life of a fish is meant to end in the jaws of the predator.just as the branch is meant to be cut,just so it can grow long enough to grant stability to the flower-bearing tree.
i wonder if a fish would live longer in solitude.or does it need the shoal like the branch needs the tree?
What is a team?When is a team predatory on its members?When is a member indispensable?
when is the team more important than its members?Now that i come to think of it...does any company exist for its employees?does any idea,any thought,any business plan work to benefit the creator, the participant?Does a machine care for its cogs?Do human entrepreneurship enterprises care for anything other than profit?If yes, can an employee really believe to be benefitted from the company's policies?On an individual level, is the designer of a machine sure it won't replace him?Are human ideological creations intelligent?Do creations work in an unfathomable way to benefit us?or is that a fantasy we like to believe because we want to go beyond utilitarianism?Is Adam Smith's 'invisible hand' a myth?Is this post psychotic or what?i cannot answer now.can you?
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