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Triple Ehttp://dementia.blog.co.uk/en-UKhourly82000-01-01T12:00+00:00Triple Ehttp://dementia.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/fc/20f90b5ef3dc3148ff62009332c134_160x200.jpgtitle-1430340http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/12/12/title~1430340/2006-12-12T19:33:09+01:00 <p>I'm not into reverse advertising. But I've realised that this domain isn't working well for me. Maybe its the so-called 128kbps service provided here. Or maybe it's jus plain inefficiency(of what or whom, the disclosure of which may not lead to dire consequences). So further posts cannot be viewed at your (in)discretion at <a href="http://dentedworld.wordpress.com">http://dentedworld.wordpress.com</a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/12/12/title~1430340/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>I'm not into reverse advertising. But I've realised that this domain isn't working well for me. Maybe its the so-called 128kbps service provided here. Or maybe it's jus plain inefficiency(of what or whom, the disclosure of which may not lead to dire consequences). So further posts cannot be viewed at your (in)discretion at http://dentedworld.wordpress.com

]]>"Tharoor for UN SG"http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/10/15/tharoor_for_un_sg~1224583/2006-10-15T18:31:23+02:00 <p>This was my profile name on orkut, for a few days preceeding Tharoor's forced exit from the UN SG (United Nations Secretary General, for the world-affairs-challenged dudes n dudettes out there) race. I didn't exactly expect people to respond, "Oh, yes! Tharoor, his articles in the Magazine make quite a read." But then, nor did I expect the following responses from fellow orkuttians either:<br> S: What's Tharoor for UN SG?<br> Me: Tharoor's the Indian candidate for the post of UN SG.<br> S: But why you put tharoor for un?..are you related to him?<br> Me[<em>exasperated! Itching to be at my cynical best]</em>: No, not related. He's the Indian candidate, so I guess, we should be in favour of him.[<em>Yes, dude, he's my neighbour's doctor's friend's long-lost brother!]</em><br> R:Why had you changed your profile to Tharoor for UK?<br> Okay, I'm seriously rolling my eyes now! Why do people act like their dictum's "Ignorance is Bliss"?<br> A little information hurts these people, doesn't it?<br> They'd rather get updated on the "who's hot" list in college. "Why know about some godforsaken diplomat who's going to lose anyway? Why bother keeping updated? My IQ's marginally bigger than that of a nitwit, so I'm definitely contented."<br> Another hilarious encounter when I was in the hostel:<br> [Anyone keeping up with my blog might have realised that the svce hostel's one of the strong contenders for the inferno-on-earth award, 2000-2006. Owing to this, I settled myself in the common-area (let's call it that, shall we?)]<br> S: Why are you sitting here?<br> Me: I was feeling kinda claustrophobic inside.<br> S: What? Glossy?<br> Yep, its all glossy inside. The hostel management just found that a fresh coat of glittering yellow paint improves student performance by upto 200%.<br> This is an ode to all the people I've met, who think looking good, acting dumb, gets work done. Sometimes, it even does. Beats me!<br> Brings me to the dumbest blonde-Mandira Bedi! When it comes to this, she takes the honours, leaving the other contenders far behind. She comperes (again, for want of a better word, let's call it that, shall we?) "extraaa innings" telecast during match breaks. Ahem, the only extraaa stuff I find in her is err, her assets. Boy, is she good! She plays the part of the giggly-blonde. She is so capable of putting the show out of business. She is so capable of making Powar's quick reflexes seem lethargic, she makes ignorant sound bordering on ingenuity. The first time I saw her speak, I went, "This lady, she thinks she's a brainbox or something? If she does, someone puhleeze go tell her, pronto, that she ain't." These ladies actually take the effort to seem like ignoramuses. Where're we headed?!? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/10/15/tharoor_for_un_sg~1224583/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>This was my profile name on orkut, for a few days preceeding Tharoor's forced exit from the UN SG (United Nations Secretary General, for the world-affairs-challenged dudes n dudettes out there) race. I didn't exactly expect people to respond, "Oh, yes! Tharoor, his articles in the Magazine make quite a read." But then, nor did I expect the following responses from fellow orkuttians either:
S: What's Tharoor for UN SG?
Me: Tharoor's the Indian candidate for the post of UN SG.
S: But why you put tharoor for un?..are you related to him?
Me[exasperated! Itching to be at my cynical best]: No, not related. He's the Indian candidate, so I guess, we should be in favour of him.[Yes, dude, he's my neighbour's doctor's friend's long-lost brother!]
R:Why had you changed your profile to Tharoor for UK?
Okay, I'm seriously rolling my eyes now! Why do people act like their dictum's "Ignorance is Bliss"?
A little information hurts these people, doesn't it?
They'd rather get updated on the "who's hot" list in college. "Why know about some godforsaken diplomat who's going to lose anyway? Why bother keeping updated? My IQ's marginally bigger than that of a nitwit, so I'm definitely contented."
Another hilarious encounter when I was in the hostel:
[Anyone keeping up with my blog might have realised that the svce hostel's one of the strong contenders for the inferno-on-earth award, 2000-2006. Owing to this, I settled myself in the common-area (let's call it that, shall we?)]
S: Why are you sitting here?
Me: I was feeling kinda claustrophobic inside.
S: What? Glossy?
Yep, its all glossy inside. The hostel management just found that a fresh coat of glittering yellow paint improves student performance by upto 200%.
This is an ode to all the people I've met, who think looking good, acting dumb, gets work done. Sometimes, it even does. Beats me!
Brings me to the dumbest blonde-Mandira Bedi! When it comes to this, she takes the honours, leaving the other contenders far behind. She comperes (again, for want of a better word, let's call it that, shall we?) "extraaa innings" telecast during match breaks. Ahem, the only extraaa stuff I find in her is err, her assets. Boy, is she good! She plays the part of the giggly-blonde. She is so capable of putting the show out of business. She is so capable of making Powar's quick reflexes seem lethargic, she makes ignorant sound bordering on ingenuity. The first time I saw her speak, I went, "This lady, she thinks she's a brainbox or something? If she does, someone puhleeze go tell her, pronto, that she ain't." These ladies actually take the effort to seem like ignoramuses. Where're we headed?!?

]]>title-1159721http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/09/25/title~1159721/2006-09-25T19:11:59+02:00 <p>Three posts on the same day is something unusual for me. Power Electronics isn't yet done, nor am I doing any more of it. "Record notebook" as they call it, totally defeats its purpose. Completing it is about as interesting as watching paint dry. Getting it corrected is as easy as getting into Fort Knox. Learning from it takes about as much time as learning Swahili. Not exactly the classic british understatement, are we. I've always pondered over paradoxes. Infinitely finite. Generally specific. Blindingly dark. Exactly how I feel when I think of what's going to happen a year, two years, a decade hence. Certainly uncertain. Reminds me of Heisenberg. Insanely sane. Or was he sanely insane? Maddening ingenuinity? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/09/25/title~1159721/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Three posts on the same day is something unusual for me. Power Electronics isn't yet done, nor am I doing any more of it. "Record notebook" as they call it, totally defeats its purpose. Completing it is about as interesting as watching paint dry. Getting it corrected is as easy as getting into Fort Knox. Learning from it takes about as much time as learning Swahili. Not exactly the classic british understatement, are we. I've always pondered over paradoxes. Infinitely finite. Generally specific. Blindingly dark. Exactly how I feel when I think of what's going to happen a year, two years, a decade hence. Certainly uncertain. Reminds me of Heisenberg. Insanely sane. Or was he sanely insane? Maddening ingenuinity?

]]>title-1159202http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/09/25/title~1159202/2006-09-25T16:35:46+02:00 <p>My comments seem to be stuck at the jinxed number 13. And I don't wonder why. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/09/25/title~1159202/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>My comments seem to be stuck at the jinxed number 13. And I don't wonder why.

]]>title-1158649http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/09/25/title~1158649/2006-09-25T13:37:13+02:00 <p>I sit here, blogging shamelessly, when 3 experiments in power electronics and 1 in linear integrated circuits beckon. But I confess, Hugo Chavez' outburst(was it?) at the United Nations seemed more tempting. Here are teasers of what he actually tried attempting:</p> <p>"...It reads easily, it is a very good book, I'm sure Madame [President] you are familiar with it. It appears in English, in Russian, in Arabic, in German. I think that the first people who should read this book are our brothers and sisters in the United States, because their threat is right in their own house.</p> <p>The devil is right at home. The devil, the devil himself, is right in the house.</p> <p>"And the devil came here yesterday. Yesterday the devil came here. Right here." [crosses himself] "And it smells of sulfur still today..."</p> <p>"...But the government doesn't want peace. The government of the United States doesn't want peace. It wants to exploit its system of exploitation, of pillage, of hegemony through war..."</p> <p>And here's the catch: Chavez claimed that Chomsky was dead, even though the 77-year old author was well, most importantly, breathing.<br> "An excuse for a human"? </p> <p>He sat down to warm applause, but according to me, his political and diplomatic career have gone for a toss, and in the wrong direction at that. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/09/25/title~1158649/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>I sit here, blogging shamelessly, when 3 experiments in power electronics and 1 in linear integrated circuits beckon. But I confess, Hugo Chavez' outburst(was it?) at the United Nations seemed more tempting. Here are teasers of what he actually tried attempting:

"...It reads easily, it is a very good book, I'm sure Madame [President] you are familiar with it. It appears in English, in Russian, in Arabic, in German. I think that the first people who should read this book are our brothers and sisters in the United States, because their threat is right in their own house.

The devil is right at home. The devil, the devil himself, is right in the house.

"And the devil came here yesterday. Yesterday the devil came here. Right here." [crosses himself] "And it smells of sulfur still today..."

"...But the government doesn't want peace. The government of the United States doesn't want peace. It wants to exploit its system of exploitation, of pillage, of hegemony through war..."

And here's the catch: Chavez claimed that Chomsky was dead, even though the 77-year old author was well, most importantly, breathing.
"An excuse for a human"?

He sat down to warm applause, but according to me, his political and diplomatic career have gone for a toss, and in the wrong direction at that.

]]>title-1141560http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/09/19/title~1141560/2006-09-19T19:05:02+02:00 <p>You feel like you're spiralling downwards to eternity. The strongholds now prove the weakest link. Its, as they say, a crazy, crazy world out there. You're numbed. You can't act. You desperately want to prove yourself. You want to get there. The pinnacle. The zenith. Now its a long way. And now its just-there. You can see the sun glinting off the peak. Its a dog-eat-dog rat race. You feel life's unfair. You feel everyone else is given the unfair advantage. You're lonely. No one understands. You know no one understands. Maybe you just think no one understands. Maybe you're wrong. Maybe it doesn't make a difference. Maybe it does. Maybe this follows Murphy's law-if something can go wrong, need I say more?-and Moore's law. Only here the complexity involved doesn't refer to the chip. It refers to yours truly.<br> Engineering Ethics just manages to suck the life out of you. Its not like we're these bunch of morons, escaped from an asylum, who need to be taught "honesty" and "truthfulness". The general opinion around here is that we're an irresponsible generation brought up on a life of deceipt, carelessness, irreverence. We need to be taught what is right, what is wrong. We need to be able to classify values, prioritize our rights and duties, blah blah. If you get the drift, this is what it feels like after attempting an Engg Ethics CAT-Continuous Assessment Tests. Another ruse to wreck the student community. Another day, another week, another semester in the life of a totally disoriented student. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/09/19/title~1141560/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>You feel like you're spiralling downwards to eternity. The strongholds now prove the weakest link. Its, as they say, a crazy, crazy world out there. You're numbed. You can't act. You desperately want to prove yourself. You want to get there. The pinnacle. The zenith. Now its a long way. And now its just-there. You can see the sun glinting off the peak. Its a dog-eat-dog rat race. You feel life's unfair. You feel everyone else is given the unfair advantage. You're lonely. No one understands. You know no one understands. Maybe you just think no one understands. Maybe you're wrong. Maybe it doesn't make a difference. Maybe it does. Maybe this follows Murphy's law-if something can go wrong, need I say more?-and Moore's law. Only here the complexity involved doesn't refer to the chip. It refers to yours truly.
Engineering Ethics just manages to suck the life out of you. Its not like we're these bunch of morons, escaped from an asylum, who need to be taught "honesty" and "truthfulness". The general opinion around here is that we're an irresponsible generation brought up on a life of deceipt, carelessness, irreverence. We need to be taught what is right, what is wrong. We need to be able to classify values, prioritize our rights and duties, blah blah. If you get the drift, this is what it feels like after attempting an Engg Ethics CAT-Continuous Assessment Tests. Another ruse to wreck the student community. Another day, another week, another semester in the life of a totally disoriented student.

]]>Red Tapehttp://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/08/24/red_tape~1066227/2006-08-24T18:40:19+02:00 <p>This is one of those times that you realise the sooner you want to get work done, the tougher it is, thanks to red taped bureaucracy. Ok, maybe svce isn't the congress, but organising a self-proclaimed "state-level" symposium's making the railways look like maglevs. I seriously don't see the whole point of it. The papers that come in are so plagiarised, they'll give kavya vishwanathan a run for her money. We've got participants coming in, just to prove that the magical ODs aren't without their reach. The whole purpose is lost. The attitude's defeatist. Nevertheless, if you're in Chennai, on the 26th of August, Saturday, so vetti(jobless) that you're willing to travel 35kms to check out Pulse '06, if you don't mind cliches, be there!<br>Just in case anyone's been keepin up with this blog(fat chance!), I've been too lazy to gather my thoughts and convert them digitally..sheesh! somethin's gotten to me. <br>Anna University has once again succeeded in getting 1,40,000+ counts on its site on a single day. Here's how. The semester exam result publication has become a legacy in the Chennai student circles. Exactly 1.6 months after the exams, the convos are knowingly(by those who've studied-all-semester-but-didn't-do-well) and unknowingly(by those who've studied-all-night-but-didn't-do-well) steered towards "Someone I know knows someone who knows someone, who's the someone in AU, told me that the results are gonna be out". Trust me, that does the trick. The site gets like a zillion counts, to the satisfaction of those in the COE. They strike me as dapper maniacs, watching the count go higher, a satisfied smile on their faces. Don't even get me started on the day when the stuff's <em>actually</em> out. Me, managed a decent 82%. Phew!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/08/24/red_tape~1066227/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>This is one of those times that you realise the sooner you want to get work done, the tougher it is, thanks to red taped bureaucracy. Ok, maybe svce isn't the congress, but organising a self-proclaimed "state-level" symposium's making the railways look like maglevs. I seriously don't see the whole point of it. The papers that come in are so plagiarised, they'll give kavya vishwanathan a run for her money. We've got participants coming in, just to prove that the magical ODs aren't without their reach. The whole purpose is lost. The attitude's defeatist. Nevertheless, if you're in Chennai, on the 26th of August, Saturday, so vetti(jobless) that you're willing to travel 35kms to check out Pulse '06, if you don't mind cliches, be there!
Just in case anyone's been keepin up with this blog(fat chance!), I've been too lazy to gather my thoughts and convert them digitally..sheesh! somethin's gotten to me.
Anna University has once again succeeded in getting 1,40,000+ counts on its site on a single day. Here's how. The semester exam result publication has become a legacy in the Chennai student circles. Exactly 1.6 months after the exams, the convos are knowingly(by those who've studied-all-semester-but-didn't-do-well) and unknowingly(by those who've studied-all-night-but-didn't-do-well) steered towards "Someone I know knows someone who knows someone, who's the someone in AU, told me that the results are gonna be out". Trust me, that does the trick. The site gets like a zillion counts, to the satisfaction of those in the COE. They strike me as dapper maniacs, watching the count go higher, a satisfied smile on their faces. Don't even get me started on the day when the stuff's actually out. Me, managed a decent 82%. Phew!

]]>title-899231http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/06/21/title~899231/2006-06-21T12:43:06+02:00 <p>Myth:<br> "When you're gonna go for inplant training, trust me, you're gonna be asked to play peon"<br> Fact:<br> Hmmm.. not exactly. Day one: read up lighting. Flood lights do not go for toilets, 300 lux for office, 5 lux at night, 10000 lux during day. "Amazing eye. God's gift", proclaims one of the employees.<br> Day two: learnt how a miniature circuit breaker works. Not bad at all, considering I <em>did</em> learn something useful from the 250 page catalogue.<br> Day three: You're given a transformer catalogue(they seem to have endless copies of those, catalogues for <em>everything</em>). While leaving, "you've not yet finished your 'training'? I'd never have recommended this company for an inplant training." </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/06/21/title~899231/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Myth:
"When you're gonna go for inplant training, trust me, you're gonna be asked to play peon"
Fact:
Hmmm.. not exactly. Day one: read up lighting. Flood lights do not go for toilets, 300 lux for office, 5 lux at night, 10000 lux during day. "Amazing eye. God's gift", proclaims one of the employees.
Day two: learnt how a miniature circuit breaker works. Not bad at all, considering I did learn something useful from the 250 page catalogue.
Day three: You're given a transformer catalogue(they seem to have endless copies of those, catalogues for everything). While leaving, "you've not yet finished your 'training'? I'd never have recommended this company for an inplant training."

]]>title-861949http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/06/08/title~861949/2006-06-08T06:25:26+02:00 <p>Take 1:<br> This blog is desperately crying out for a new post so here goes(nah! repetition)<br> Take 2:<br> Now a blog is apparently abbreviated from we'blog', which means you're logging stuff online. Hmmm..Bad start. Ok, writer's block. What the hell! I've not even started writing. Fine chuck this is full of crap.<br> Take 3:<br> 27pc reservation in IIM<br> 27pc reservation in JIPMER<br> 27pc reservation in AIIMS<br> 10pc reservation in govt jobs<br> why not: 27pc reservation in parliament for the educated.<br> God knows we could do with some politicians like that. What with the elections and freebies galore, people would think we're so reekin' rich. After the elections, though, it's a different story altogether. The only (un)promise fulfilled would have been the cheif minister's b'day bash. Its a different story at the centre. First reservation, then the price hike. About the latter, no one was willing to touch a potato so hot, lest their political ambitions fizzle. The whole thing's a farce. No politician is willing to give in. And when the students actually take the issue to the streets, literally, they're branded as being 'irresponsible'. The tamasha on the political scene just shows how an irresponsible minister, philanthropic till the next elections, can decide the fate of students, or rather, the leaders of tomorrow. What I suggest he do, if he's genuinely for the cause, is introduce a reservation of 27 pc in the parliament, for people who're educated and damn sight responsible than he is. Before I'm accused of plagiarism, I'd like to go on record saying that I've borrowed a bit o' the stuff from one of the 'Game, Seth and Match' articles from the deccan chronicle.<br> Talking of plagiarism, the media seems to have forgotten 'How Opal Mehta..'. This is coming a bit late, and though I haven't read the book, it still beats me why on earth would anyone going to Harvard want to publish a book on chick-lit genre, a heavily borrowed one too. I've read the reviews and it sounds to me like Main Hoon Na minus Shah Rukh parts.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/06/08/title~861949/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Take 1:
This blog is desperately crying out for a new post so here goes(nah! repetition)
Take 2:
Now a blog is apparently abbreviated from we'blog', which means you're logging stuff online. Hmmm..Bad start. Ok, writer's block. What the hell! I've not even started writing. Fine chuck this is full of crap.
Take 3:
27pc reservation in IIM
27pc reservation in JIPMER
27pc reservation in AIIMS
10pc reservation in govt jobs
why not: 27pc reservation in parliament for the educated.
God knows we could do with some politicians like that. What with the elections and freebies galore, people would think we're so reekin' rich. After the elections, though, it's a different story altogether. The only (un)promise fulfilled would have been the cheif minister's b'day bash. Its a different story at the centre. First reservation, then the price hike. About the latter, no one was willing to touch a potato so hot, lest their political ambitions fizzle. The whole thing's a farce. No politician is willing to give in. And when the students actually take the issue to the streets, literally, they're branded as being 'irresponsible'. The tamasha on the political scene just shows how an irresponsible minister, philanthropic till the next elections, can decide the fate of students, or rather, the leaders of tomorrow. What I suggest he do, if he's genuinely for the cause, is introduce a reservation of 27 pc in the parliament, for people who're educated and damn sight responsible than he is. Before I'm accused of plagiarism, I'd like to go on record saying that I've borrowed a bit o' the stuff from one of the 'Game, Seth and Match' articles from the deccan chronicle.
Talking of plagiarism, the media seems to have forgotten 'How Opal Mehta..'. This is coming a bit late, and though I haven't read the book, it still beats me why on earth would anyone going to Harvard want to publish a book on chick-lit genre, a heavily borrowed one too. I've read the reviews and it sounds to me like Main Hoon Na minus Shah Rukh parts.

]]>title-781026http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/05/07/title~781026/2006-05-07T08:07:59+02:00 <p>Its awesome to be back in the Gulf, The moment the plane landed here, i couldn't get the grin out of my face, everything too neat, too glitzy. In fact, too glitzy to be normal. I've been wondering about what makes this place tick. Apart from oil, its the seemingly hospitable environment to the white-skinned, the clannish unity of the people here. Only the previous day had my pracs got over, the ride back home from college was already alien. Here's why: pracs over at 12:15. Waited in the library for quarter of an hour, not only for the want of something better to do, but to escape the scorching 40 degrees. Put my bag in the only 1:00 pm bus available. Waited as the bus got full, fuller, and well, by 1:00, there were students sitting on first aid boxes. To add to this, we had entertainment in the form of radio mirchi, a local radio station. We arrive at poonamallee, after a bumpy ride so characteristic of indean roads, this li'l village masquerading as a town, flags of political parties everywhere, as though mocking the plight. When these people can promise 2kg of free rice, tv sets and other fairytale stuff, is it near impossible to promise better roads, better bus stands, better railway stations, more schools, the list is endless. The DMK, currently in the opposition, has conventiently decided to make its election manifesto that of the ADK's apparent shortcomings, while the ruling party's promised free tv sets too, for fear of being left behind in the freebies marathon. While the former has arithmetic, with more than 4 parties on its side, including the age-old congress, the latter's banking on chemistry to win the elections. Courtesy: NDTV. Another thing i've discovered here, thanks to my parents. Its unbiased, and definitely a welcome respite from the likes of sun music, sun tv etc. Talking of respite, the political party Lok Paritran seems to be a respite, in fact, many a shade better than these conventional political stuff. No soft promises. All they promise is clean, transparent governance. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/05/07/title~781026/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Its awesome to be back in the Gulf, The moment the plane landed here, i couldn't get the grin out of my face, everything too neat, too glitzy. In fact, too glitzy to be normal. I've been wondering about what makes this place tick. Apart from oil, its the seemingly hospitable environment to the white-skinned, the clannish unity of the people here. Only the previous day had my pracs got over, the ride back home from college was already alien. Here's why: pracs over at 12:15. Waited in the library for quarter of an hour, not only for the want of something better to do, but to escape the scorching 40 degrees. Put my bag in the only 1:00 pm bus available. Waited as the bus got full, fuller, and well, by 1:00, there were students sitting on first aid boxes. To add to this, we had entertainment in the form of radio mirchi, a local radio station. We arrive at poonamallee, after a bumpy ride so characteristic of indean roads, this li'l village masquerading as a town, flags of political parties everywhere, as though mocking the plight. When these people can promise 2kg of free rice, tv sets and other fairytale stuff, is it near impossible to promise better roads, better bus stands, better railway stations, more schools, the list is endless. The DMK, currently in the opposition, has conventiently decided to make its election manifesto that of the ADK's apparent shortcomings, while the ruling party's promised free tv sets too, for fear of being left behind in the freebies marathon. While the former has arithmetic, with more than 4 parties on its side, including the age-old congress, the latter's banking on chemistry to win the elections. Courtesy: NDTV. Another thing i've discovered here, thanks to my parents. Its unbiased, and definitely a welcome respite from the likes of sun music, sun tv etc. Talking of respite, the political party Lok Paritran seems to be a respite, in fact, many a shade better than these conventional political stuff. No soft promises. All they promise is clean, transparent governance.

]]>title-769840http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/05/02/title~769840/2006-05-02T07:55:37+02:00 <p>Resolution: stop complaining on blogs. I know its a bit too late for resolutions, but what the hell! Ok fresh start:<br> 1. Pracs-went on pretty well.<br> 2. Study hols-i'm gonna dubai..(yay!! no more hostel!). Ok there i go, bringing up the hostel again.<br> 3. Univ-well..some things better left unsaid.<br> Now talking of university, sorry folks, but i just cant help breaking my resolution. Now which university takes 400 bucks for revaluation of a paper, gets its students photocopies of answer sheets for 300 bucks more and apparently re-evaluates the paper, only to find "No Change". Well, mine did. The whole concept of scoring marks in a paper corrected by the use of a key totally eludes me. Its more like a who-can-guess-the-answer-better sorta contest. Ok university exams coming up. I shouldn't be saying this. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/05/02/title~769840/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Resolution: stop complaining on blogs. I know its a bit too late for resolutions, but what the hell! Ok fresh start:
1. Pracs-went on pretty well.
2. Study hols-i'm gonna dubai..(yay!! no more hostel!). Ok there i go, bringing up the hostel again.
3. Univ-well..some things better left unsaid.
Now talking of university, sorry folks, but i just cant help breaking my resolution. Now which university takes 400 bucks for revaluation of a paper, gets its students photocopies of answer sheets for 300 bucks more and apparently re-evaluates the paper, only to find "No Change". Well, mine did. The whole concept of scoring marks in a paper corrected by the use of a key totally eludes me. Its more like a who-can-guess-the-answer-better sorta contest. Ok university exams coming up. I shouldn't be saying this.

]]>The Eagle has Arrivedhttp://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/03/06/the_eagle_has_arrived~617097/2006-03-06T12:05:02+01:00 <p>I've realised that my blog is desperately crying out for a new post, and something other than the lines of control systems, machines and the hostel..so here goes:<br> While i was absconding the following things happened (not necessarily in that order):<br> George Bush visited India, Saint Gobain opened the new float glass plant at sriperumbudur, the largest of its kind in asia, India managed to beat Pakistan on foriegn soil, but pulled a face-saving draw against England on home ground, Salman Khan sentenced, Jessica lall's killers acquitted, Sensex reached an all time high of 10,500, Lakshmi Mittal's unannounced bid for Arcelor was followed by some very unpleasant rhetoric, Nokia announced that their manufacturing facility at sri p will be inaugurated by the Indian and Finnish Prime Ministers, and oh, results were out.<br> It seems like a mass of contradictions to me. Nokia setting up a manufacturing facility is reason enough for India shining. Nokia phones have become ubiquitous, sure enough, but isn't it time that we in India come up with something indegenous? I'm actually not surprised. Out of the 40 lakh engineers the 280-odd engineering colleges in the state churn out every year, how many can truly call their college an institution of learning, where they spent their 4 years, looking forward to each day as a day of reckoning.<br> The marks obtained in exams shall depend on how much and how accurately Bakshi or Dhananjayan has been studied. Practical marks shall be awarded solely on the neatness of records. Out of such an education system emerge the leaders of tomorrow. Most of them (before i get mugged, <em>most</em>, not <em>all</em>), are happy to join one of the numerous BPOs, offering help to ppl, whose IQ may be better left unknown. Is this how our future should go about earning a living? How many of us might have thought what actually makes certain people "click" in India. Its the thoughts of service to the nation, the thought of the country that so selflessly offers itself to us. Its time we stopped pointing fingers, something that so easily comes to us, and actually <em>did</em> something. We're not low in resources, we've got a huge talent pool, why else then do we look at others for help. Sadly, its taken outsiders to make us realise. (contd.)</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/03/06/the_eagle_has_arrived~617097/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>I've realised that my blog is desperately crying out for a new post, and something other than the lines of control systems, machines and the hostel..so here goes:
While i was absconding the following things happened (not necessarily in that order):
George Bush visited India, Saint Gobain opened the new float glass plant at sriperumbudur, the largest of its kind in asia, India managed to beat Pakistan on foriegn soil, but pulled a face-saving draw against England on home ground, Salman Khan sentenced, Jessica lall's killers acquitted, Sensex reached an all time high of 10,500, Lakshmi Mittal's unannounced bid for Arcelor was followed by some very unpleasant rhetoric, Nokia announced that their manufacturing facility at sri p will be inaugurated by the Indian and Finnish Prime Ministers, and oh, results were out.
It seems like a mass of contradictions to me. Nokia setting up a manufacturing facility is reason enough for India shining. Nokia phones have become ubiquitous, sure enough, but isn't it time that we in India come up with something indegenous? I'm actually not surprised. Out of the 40 lakh engineers the 280-odd engineering colleges in the state churn out every year, how many can truly call their college an institution of learning, where they spent their 4 years, looking forward to each day as a day of reckoning.
The marks obtained in exams shall depend on how much and how accurately Bakshi or Dhananjayan has been studied. Practical marks shall be awarded solely on the neatness of records. Out of such an education system emerge the leaders of tomorrow. Most of them (before i get mugged, most, not all), are happy to join one of the numerous BPOs, offering help to ppl, whose IQ may be better left unknown. Is this how our future should go about earning a living? How many of us might have thought what actually makes certain people "click" in India. Its the thoughts of service to the nation, the thought of the country that so selflessly offers itself to us. Its time we stopped pointing fingers, something that so easily comes to us, and actually did something. We're not low in resources, we've got a huge talent pool, why else then do we look at others for help. Sadly, its taken outsiders to make us realise. (contd.)

]]>title-548439http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/02/09/title~548439/2006-02-09T12:36:26+01:00 <p>Its that time of the year, when people think they're irreplacable, what with hostel day n stuff coming up. Been there, done that, i think it's a total waste of time, funds and intellectual resources. It was supposed to mean a whole lot of fun, according to our RTs(resident tutors..whatever). Now when i say fun, i mean that kind of fun which those people have who throng the tv hall at 9.30 in the night, to watch selvi, a soap, the logic of which i'm yet to work out. So due to their awesome talent of managing HR, (more to do with managing and flattery of RTs) they're given the godawful task of managing the hostel day. With a crowd like the dimwitted serial gang(as i prefer calling them), you can't expect more than the usual stuff, dumbc, antakshari, crackpot, turncoat(it's called speak for and against, to aid those who don't believe in taxing their brains for something not remotely connected to serials and gossip), and take a wiiild guess, musical chairs!! Come on guys, get a life. You're not organising some 3rd grade party. For heaven's sake, this is Venky. Its an <em>engg college</em> and you're enrolled in a <em>professional course</em>. Seriously!! Oh, and how could i leave out the dance stuff. With so many gyrating bodies, mostly out of phase with each other, its even a wonder that the hostel's still standing. And these people go out of their way to entertain us with their vocal skills, unasked. If you're listening, thanks, but no, thanks.<br> I thought it was better last year, but now, i realise that the only people who make life a lot better, when you're holed up in the middle of nowhere, parents away, and contact with the outside world depending on the vagaries of cell networks in godforsaken places, are friends. But times change, people move out and you're left to pick up last threads and get on with it. That's life, i guess and that's venky hostel life for you. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/02/09/title~548439/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Its that time of the year, when people think they're irreplacable, what with hostel day n stuff coming up. Been there, done that, i think it's a total waste of time, funds and intellectual resources. It was supposed to mean a whole lot of fun, according to our RTs(resident tutors..whatever). Now when i say fun, i mean that kind of fun which those people have who throng the tv hall at 9.30 in the night, to watch selvi, a soap, the logic of which i'm yet to work out. So due to their awesome talent of managing HR, (more to do with managing and flattery of RTs) they're given the godawful task of managing the hostel day. With a crowd like the dimwitted serial gang(as i prefer calling them), you can't expect more than the usual stuff, dumbc, antakshari, crackpot, turncoat(it's called speak for and against, to aid those who don't believe in taxing their brains for something not remotely connected to serials and gossip), and take a wiiild guess, musical chairs!! Come on guys, get a life. You're not organising some 3rd grade party. For heaven's sake, this is Venky. Its an engg college and you're enrolled in a professional course. Seriously!! Oh, and how could i leave out the dance stuff. With so many gyrating bodies, mostly out of phase with each other, its even a wonder that the hostel's still standing. And these people go out of their way to entertain us with their vocal skills, unasked. If you're listening, thanks, but no, thanks.
I thought it was better last year, but now, i realise that the only people who make life a lot better, when you're holed up in the middle of nowhere, parents away, and contact with the outside world depending on the vagaries of cell networks in godforsaken places, are friends. But times change, people move out and you're left to pick up last threads and get on with it. That's life, i guess and that's venky hostel life for you.

]]>title-542175http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/02/07/title~542175/2006-02-07T12:49:55+01:00 <p>"You can enjoy idling more thoroughly when you have plenty of work to do". Read this in Reader's Digest some time back and ever since, it's been nagging me when i've got 3 observations, 3 records and i sit reading Gone with the wind or Jeffrey Archer. Awesome book, Gone with the wind. Margaret Mitchell's managed to capture every aspect of human emotion, mostly envy, romance and satisfaction, with patriotism, anger. You end up feeling sorry for Rhett and as for Scarlett, well, she deserved what she got.<br> Jeffrey Archer's a league apart. His writing's is awesome. "...The Parliament house which usually looked like the Lord's on a rainy day had now taken the look of a crucial Ashes final..."(First Among Equals). His latest book, false impression wasn't all that good. It read more like one of the run-of-the-mill potboilers. But then, its definitely more entertaining than listening to machines ma'am drone about induction motors. Trust me, she doesn't know her stuff. And with cats coming up...(some things are better left unsaid). And I seriously can't figure out what covering your observation has to do with getting it corrected. Will it in some way alter your values, or does it make you look so irresponsible in front of staff that by default, an uncovered observation has manipulated data. Grrr..</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/02/07/title~542175/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>"You can enjoy idling more thoroughly when you have plenty of work to do". Read this in Reader's Digest some time back and ever since, it's been nagging me when i've got 3 observations, 3 records and i sit reading Gone with the wind or Jeffrey Archer. Awesome book, Gone with the wind. Margaret Mitchell's managed to capture every aspect of human emotion, mostly envy, romance and satisfaction, with patriotism, anger. You end up feeling sorry for Rhett and as for Scarlett, well, she deserved what she got.
Jeffrey Archer's a league apart. His writing's is awesome. "...The Parliament house which usually looked like the Lord's on a rainy day had now taken the look of a crucial Ashes final..."(First Among Equals). His latest book, false impression wasn't all that good. It read more like one of the run-of-the-mill potboilers. But then, its definitely more entertaining than listening to machines ma'am drone about induction motors. Trust me, she doesn't know her stuff. And with cats coming up...(some things are better left unsaid). And I seriously can't figure out what covering your observation has to do with getting it corrected. Will it in some way alter your values, or does it make you look so irresponsible in front of staff that by default, an uncovered observation has manipulated data. Grrr..

]]>title-538962http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/02/06/title~538962/2006-02-06T12:52:06+01:00 <p>Curiously, this is my first post and I seem to be suffering from writer's block already! I've got nothing worthwile to say(I actually do, but its too tedious digging up stuff from the recesses of your brain after 4 hours of electric machines) I'll just say i'm a second year electrical engg student studying in one of the 280-odd engineering colleges in tamil nadu, India. To be more specific, its called SVCE. And since one of my interests lie in cricket, and since curiously enough, one of the players has slammed a century (which has already made headlines in the website of one of the leading newspapers), and since our college still believes in good ol' dial-up for net(making crossing the highway to our college during peak hours look faster), and since i can't think of anything more to say, well, adios!! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dementia.blog.co.uk/2006/02/06/title~538962/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Curiously, this is my first post and I seem to be suffering from writer's block already! I've got nothing worthwile to say(I actually do, but its too tedious digging up stuff from the recesses of your brain after 4 hours of electric machines) I'll just say i'm a second year electrical engg student studying in one of the 280-odd engineering colleges in tamil nadu, India. To be more specific, its called SVCE. And since one of my interests lie in cricket, and since curiously enough, one of the players has slammed a century (which has already made headlines in the website of one of the leading newspapers), and since our college still believes in good ol' dial-up for net(making crossing the highway to our college during peak hours look faster), and since i can't think of anything more to say, well, adios!!

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