Iam back!

After a hiatus, The Rock has come back to his online abode.
The tour was smashing. Two weeks of fun and frolic and decadance. Iam going to spill it all right here. But for the sake of confidentiallity I wont use my friends' name unless they request to do so.

We came back on 20th but I am still in the hangover of the tour.
So the tour memoir is ready to roll:
First up the trip to railway station and followups.

Tour is here!

Tour is here!
I am going tommorow morning. I want to blog a lot but I'm not able to. Little too strifed for time.
Age of Decadance is here!!!!!!
But the big trouble is that our results would come out soon and so its going to be really messy after 13th. (That number again!!!). On top of it the current series mark would arrive home. Flunked in 2 subjects gloriously and had a rough time teachers. I was the OUTstanding student this season. So more trouble there. I will be back by 25th. or may not be here... Buried in the Tibetan Side of Rohtang Pass!

In other news:
Me and Anand had an accident 3 days back. Nothing much happened...
More on that and a big blog on tour and some posts lingering in my mind later on...

Later Days...

Tryst with Time!

So I entered the TIME office and saw the spectacled guy there. I never liked him and I suspect the feeling is mutual. The guy was very hostile when I asked him about the study materials. Atleast the material guy was quite decent and told me to wait in the library.
It was my first time there. I took up an issue of Business Today with the cover story: "India's Best B-School'. Some more material for my day dreams!
I got the materials and asked Mr.Spects about the forms of other Institutes and Trishna's Quant Book. The guy rudely told me what I wanted to know.

So I gathered my sorry ass and walked out of TIME.
Next Stop: Sreenaths house (I'll walk! After 5 Minutes... Auto!!!)
Yesterday was a Manmohan Day in all sense of the day. I got to see our Prime Minister Mr.Singh (err! not quite. I saw his black car. A BMW I think.) and on the whole day was 'Man Mohan'.

Lot of plans yesterday. I had to make an online registration for IIFT(why?) for myself, Nitin and Shanthi. The forms were online and had to be printed at that itself or so we thought. I decided to go to Sreenath's house for that.

As I was getting ready Mother told me to go to the Bank and put some money there. So she dropped me there. After some banking I felt really tired(duh!) and I head back home. On the way I bought two books: Deception Point and Digital Fortress by Dan Brown. Iam reserving that for the train journey to Delhi next week.

Rajappan had told me he would come to my place so that I could teach him his seminar paper
( iam supernaturally intelligent!). So I waited for him and promptly fell asleep. By 2:30 Rajeev came to my house. He came to drop his brother somewhere in the city. I told him to drop me bythe TIME office. I had to collect a LOT of materials.

Police did not allow us to pass to Pettah and we proceeded to Champion Bhaskaran Road. There seemed to be a road block so I told him to drop me there. After walking for some distance I found that the roads had been blocked as our PM was passing through. I proceeded to Kannanmoola and on my way the Police 'alerted' all the people to move aside(alerted is a gentlemanly term for their language). So I waited for the convoy to pass through.

We had seen an exercise earlier while coming back from college a couple of days back. Some 50 cars raging the road. So I expected to see a lot more.

Waiting.Still waiting.Can't move the PC is staring at me as if I was aHizbul Mujahideen. So I turned my thoughts to other things.

After some thinking I came to the conclusion that it is easy to assasinate our Prime Minister. They didnt even check me and I don't think they had any metal detectors.
No one seemed to care about a suspicious looking woodboard and haystack nearby. Someone can easily place a bomb in that.
Also you can use the street dogs to bomb the PM. Make them swallow timed gelatin sticks and kapow when the car comes nearby.
There is a disgusting stream and a bridge over it. A terrorist could easily hide in the undergrowth of the bridge (they could hide a full grown African Elephant!) and launch a RPG attack( Rocket Propelled Grenade).

I was alerted by a siren from far away. A police van was coming at the full speed, atleast its full speed. And then nothing. After some 5 minutes another siren. I braced myself for an audience with the PM and a police jeep came and went. Again nothing.
Now I realised the terrorist probably go mad and rush out to attack even before the PM came.
There was another siren, another Poloce vehicle I presumed. A van, a jeep and now what a bike???

In came a state car and an army of state cars, followed by an odd vehicle. A jeep with many antennae and the PM's car, a BMW I think followed it. Again an army of state cars. Why so many state cars? No , there was no double bacause I could see all the passengers in the state car.

The Police Men were smug and their faces read this: 'THE WORLD IS SAFE AGAIN! THANKS TO KERALA POLICE!'

I proceeded to the TIME office.


As my college days are nearing its fag end, I have started to feel the same old feeling of dread I had when I was in 12th. How, What, Where? The questions are raging inside my cranium!
Iam not placed anywhere, thanks to my appalling academics.

Why can't people understand this basic thing ?
Marks don't reflect a persons ability or his knowledge. I can shamelessly boast that I know my stuff much much better than most of my fellow compatriots. But for what? People say this all the time "Man, somethings big is kept for you. Something to which you are worthy!".
Hmmm. Seems too good to be true.

Don't get me wrong, Iam not in the least bit disturbed that I have'nt been placed. I am pretty sure that I will suffer in a any of these Indian IT majors. No real opportunity for your creativity to flow through and pretty hard work. Traditionally I don't really get on with the latter.
Next route: MBA ofcourse! Two months to go and have'nt started any kind of preparation.
Mock CATS are a real mockery for me. Ranks don't sink much low thanks to my verbal ability and fast reading, but an elite B-School??? Chanceless you hopeless!!!
Besides, I got no chance of getting a bank loan on top of one already I have without the Titan Muscles of a good B-School.

SO what am I planning to do???
In a year facing the world, burdened with hopes of my parents (and a big loan) and absolutely no plans???

My life has been a series of incertainities. Even doctors were uncertain to do a scissorian to get me out of the womb (They finally did!) So I hope something good will happen uncertainly!