What if there's no way out ?

Caught in a maze, when all I can see a wall ahead, searching for the way out, how do I believe that there is a way out? I keep searching for the way, knowing that I might just be misdirecting myself all the time. What if the groping dark and the haunting silence was meant to be my destiny? How do I get the courage to fight back? How can I believe that I can ever get out of the labryinth? Can this be correlated with a known scenario which has a solution? Is the approximation in practical and feasible?
I look up and cry in despair to my ex-friend tomy, flying in the hot-air baloon over the maze to pick me up!!! He always knew my location in the maze. The transmitter chip that he had in my mind to observe how I behave in a maze, worked well for him. He was just busy noting down the valuable information and thinking how it can it be used to predict the behavior of humans when they attacked his fellow dogs.

Wonder why I am up for a PhD (Piled Higer and Deeper!!!) and trying to crack a bug at 3:00am at nite:(. Human race is anyways heading for destruction finally.

Ghulam Revisited

Never believed in something that happened at the ending of the movie, Ghulam , but could correlate so much to the movie yesterday on the badminton court. With absolutely zero energy left in me, I was contesting in a match for the third position against an seemingly arrogant chinese. It was quite an unusual day for me, I was playing after quite sometime, for the first time a singles tournament, and with totally different kind of shuttles. It was a corwd of nerly forty guys to beginn with, and I strategically entered into a easier draw. But in anycase, I somehow dragged myself to the semis, and by that time I barely had any more energy to be burnt out in my body. But with acouple of protien bars and lotsa gatorade I was able to stay thoroughout the game and lose :(.

But now was the match of my life, I was playing a chinese for the third position. My muscles were giving up and the guy was cruising to a victory in the first set. I had already gotten into a defeatist mode, and thought I will just accept defeat without playing the second set. Mr.Opponent was leadin, 14-1, but, just then he made a snide remark to his friend, "I wish I was playing a better player for the third position" , which kinda got me furious. I took a short break, pulled all my spirit back, gulped a bottle of gatorade, and fought back. I lost that set 15-10. Followed by winning the next on 15-4. I was no more tired, and felt that I could beat him very peacefully. Leading 7-1 in the third set, lady luck bade a goodby. I fell down trying to pick up a drop, and sprained my calf muscles. That was the enfd of the day, infact, I realize today, that its the end of atleast close to a week of physical activity for me. My opponent, I thought went ahead and claimed the third prize, but later realized that he was courteous enough to share it with me. (10$/2= 5$ each:-p and a T-shirt:)).

Anyways it was a wonderful experience... and a wonderful end to a day when the Nittany lions crushed Michigan to win the conference... rather shared the win with OSU .. like I shared the third prize:)

Potter Mania

Wonder if it was the ambience, the energy of the crowd, the enthusiasm of not only the kids but a gamut of age groups, but the first day show of harry potter was really impressive. People in the theatre dressed up in cloaks, carrying wands, every other person wearing potter glasses and claps every now and then during the movie, well I am sure it can certainly not be called a mad infatuation of just the kids. Although not a great harry potter fan, I went about an hour before the movie, and to my surprise found just two rows available for sitting, the first and the last rows. Well, actually the last, because my friends had reserved them for me(they arrived an hour and half before the show!!).
In anycase, the movie stood upto my expectations since I did not have much to scale it from the finer aspects, as probably the potter fan club might. I was impressed by the cinematography, and the direction, and ofcourse the story was quite impressive, certainly the best one so far. The irony of the night was that, my roommate Mr.B who had minimal interest in watching the movie and slept over the movie was there with us to watch the first day first show, while an ardent potter fan, totti, was forced to sit back and work on his presentation for his thesis defense next day.

Extremely touched by the analogy given by totti, which was related to my Arsenal Mania, I watched the movie again with him yesterday night, and that was fun too!! I actually observed some finer things which I missed the first time :)

Anyways, its a good movie to watch, I suggest all you guyz to check it out. As of now registering myself with the potter fan club.

Down the Aisle

Walking down the Aisle,
anxiously awaiting her smile.
As he watched her come bye,
looked down to check his fly,
then he looked up the sky, to thank god,
and from the pocket pulled out his IPOD.
But then he dint want to show off,
he wanted to show that its simplicity that he is full of.
A million times he looked up and down,
made him look like a clown,
scared of watching her come bye,
what if she thinks he's just a lecher passing by!!
While all the thoughts were driving him crazy,
he removed his glasses to make sure they aren't hazy.
Then came his chance,
they exchanged a glance,
and in a flash of time,
he found himself in cloud nine.
Yes, she did that, she made his day,
seems that she was smiling all the way.
It was just him who never looked at her,
never made his mind to ask her cell number.
Everyday he waits for tommorrow,
to watch her smile and drive away his sorrows,
and as the days go bye,
he is still a single at Aisle five.

TV serials

Completely enjoying every second of South Park's new season, I just wanted to look back on the gamut of TV serials I have watched over ages. As far as my memories go, I think the first ever serial I remember watching was something on DD1 called, Buniyad , was probably about some family story , but just do not remember anything about it. I was always into watching cartoons and enjoyed all the supermans and spidermans... DD2 was something that probably revolutionized the viewrship, and got people exposed a bit more to media. I used to love the comedy series and the countdown shows, the later I still ike to watch, but tried watching some of the comedy serials that I used to love... I was surprised to find them no funny at all.. wonder why... Anyways, then was the cable invasion and the world of soaps. I hate to say this but I was a big soaps fan and infact have followed a couple all the way till the point when I started hating that series. I have seen many people complaining about them but i always believe that if anyone starts watching them, it just sucks u into watching them and that's the whole trade all about. I think at Ekta Kapoor makes what sells. All the crap about the soaps affecting the society never caught upon me. Back in chennai during my undergrad I stopped watching even news chanels, I just remember watching ESPN/STAR sports. I ocasionaly watched some wonderful quiz shows on BBC especially when my friends used ot appear on them, but predominantly sports network.
Talking, present, I am back to appreciating cartoons:-p. The ones I really love watching are actually more of spoofs, gross and full of sarcasm. Standups, and regular comedy series' have also joined my list only after coming to the US. In fact I never really watched a lot of f.r.i.e.n.d.s, back in India. Its only after coming here and watching it for a million times that my dialoges are often plagiarized from it. ANyways, enough of crap I guess.. but the fact remain.. for now, South Park .. top of my charts:) Totti, lets get some DVDs this weekend maan:-p

Sports corner

As an ardent fan of Arsenal Football Club, I was pleased to watch arsenal win both in Champions lg qualifier and EPFL, while Chelsea losing both. After watching the highlights of thegame a couple of minutes back, and unable to share my feelings with any other Arsenal fans (Noone's picking up their phones :((), I thought of penning it down. The victories were in fine style and the goals were really classy.

ONE MORE reason to be in India... I get to watch all the games on one of the best ever sporting coverage networks in the world, ESPN/STAR sports for Asia. Unlike the sports network in this part of the world, where there is not even a news coverage of world sports :( Miss those days so much, when all the Arsenal fan club used to gather in hostel common room to watch the champions league games at midnight :(

Seniority

Zonked out after a long night out, as I walk through the corridors of CSE building, I realize that a sense of seniority has started to creep in me. I have always been under the impression that my seniors are much more brilliant than any of my batch fellows, but wonder if we stand upto the mark. Delving into that thought I kind of concluded that, probably the juniors always typically tend to find their seniors smarter in most cases, and probably the hierarchy follows. Actually, I know couple of other people have thought about htis and discussed, like shiva was offlate nicknamed Senior in his lab as he seems to be the person to reach out for in case of any problems in his lab. Totti, getting numerous number of calls from all his juniors for getting fundaes on research etc...
In any case, I think many of us would certainly agree from atleast IITM's culture and intellectual level point of view, that we certainly saw a decline in the intellect level over time in IITM. I wonder even if that was because we always used to rate any batch compared to their senior batches. It just a compliated thing that always takes me by surprise, how we typically form impressions about people across generations.

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And the saga continues....

He had always known that silence spoke volumes, unfortunately it was in a language he failed to decipher on most occasions.A long pause.He stared for what seemed liked ages.It made little sense.May be it was'nt meant to be. He shrugged and looked at his friend. The pregnant silence was ruptured by his friends intermittent sobbing. Today was Diwali, it was supposed to be the "Festival of Lights", but things were different tonite. "Lights out", yelled the Jailor. The lights went out and the virgin night was silent and dark again. But, then was he reminded of his lover whose murder brought him here. All of a sudden, the summer heat in the cell, felt dreadfully cold, when, every moment of his past life flashed in front of his eyes as he stared at the writings on the wall .