Mr India
Right in front of our hostel in the MGM Ground there was this somewhat gala event arranged – Mr India!(not the Grasim Mr India type, but that of body building). The vacant rooms in our hostel accomodated the best body-builders from across the country – those with hilly biceps, bulging triceps and tailor made abs. It was fun – we clicked fotos with them.
But what was icing on the muscular cake was the All India Women’s Fitness Championship held during the same function. Girls, stupid, not women.
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I saw Summer 2007 recently(3.5/5). They wanted to do an RDB, managed with moderate success i say…
Then I also saw the Incredible Hulk(4/5). Awesome, breath-taking, as usual. Guess what – there was Tone Stark aka Iron Man making an entry in the end! I can’t wait for the next!
IIT
I’m reading Five Point Someone by IITian Chetan Bhagat for the first time in my life. It was one of those hugely popular books i had given a miss, owing to my lack of faith in Indian authors. But my faith changed sides effortlessly after i read recently a book called Anything For You Ma’am by another IITian Tushar Raheja.
AFYM was fun, easy on my senses and fluid – if not exactly adrenaline inducing. A commendable job for a first timer, though the treatment is too simple and cliched and the jokes sometimes juvenile.
Five Point Someone is many notches above though; perhaps injecting a less potent sympathetomimetic drug into my veins, if not exactly epinephrine.
Both the books have connected me to one thing in common: IIT-D. It’s fascinating how a college’s campus can reach cult status throughout the country. And since i recently got in touch with some friends at IIT-D, so the books seem all the more relevant.
Politik
The college, when in all its elements, is no less than an arousing political battleground. There are groups and gangs, bacause there are no parties. The college does not hold annual elections, for the sake of keeping itself clean. And, it’s anybody’s guess if the motive is achieved.
The college is famous for one thing : whatever happens in any part of the campus spreads to all other parts like forest fire gone out of control. t happens with all medical colleges i guess. Everybody is a star.
There’s an underlying politcal tune humming in whatever happens in the college. Everything gets politicised. Well, it’s highly interesting and perhaps that’s why, highly undesirable. But it’s fun, anyways.
F.O.E.S.(and friends)
I am not trying to stay afloat. I am not trying to plaster a fake smile across my face. I am afloat and i am smiling. I was i little irked this morning, just that.
June 19, 2oo8 will go down in my college memoirs as a day of reckoning. A sorting out ceremony was arranged by Mr Fate, where i could c-l-e-a-r-l-y sort out 1. friends and foes; 2. Fake friends and real friends; and, 3. Good real friends and bad real friends.
It happened so that i am being accused of having done something(heinous, actually) which i know i never did. There’s this particular female friend of mine who thinks i did some sort of backbiting. I am accused of defaming her. She and and a couple of her good male friends have come up with mind-numbing stories, from where i know not. I refute the charges. Though, as if i care.
I give a sincere and goddamn fuck to people who’re switching sides. I extend my unholy fuck to those gossip-mongers who need a potboiler each hour to chew upon. And, my truest fuck to people who think i’m wrong.
I have a circle of friends which trusts me, loves me, care for me and i care for them. God save the people outside that circle. I have succeeded in anything and everything in life till now, with the same attitude which i follow today. If a few people think otherwise – fuck you.
I have just one short-coming, and all of my friends i’ve ever been in touch with will attest – i cannot remain cross with people for too long. May be the fog will clear some day: for my accusers(f.o.e.s. for now). It already cleared for me today.
I refrain from utilising my blog as a tool to rectify a topsy-turvy situation. My blog is not a veil to fend away unsolicited character-assassinations(phewwww). I am not a political party, and this is not a party MOUTHPIECE. This is absolutely may arena!
All Clear
I am not being modest or diplomatic when i say that i expected to flunk in at least one of the 3 subjects this time around. I haven’t. I’ve passed all 3 subjects. I just managed to cross the border in physio(52). Anatomy was relatively good(60). The bar has gone down this time, and my results clearly show the lack of hardwork and commitment. But i’m happy that just about 5-6 days of serious studies before exams did it for me. I had really lost it at home…
Manish has started blogging and how! I get mentioned in the very first post, though there are also lines like ” blogs only for boring, idle people”. Hummmmm
I’m thinking about replacing the name of my blog. MOUTHPIECE is and will remain the best choice for a blog-title. I’m actually proud of having my blog named mouthpiece 
. But change is inevitable. So let’s see when and what comes next!
I saw Forbidden Kingdom rather than Indiana Jones that day. Average.
The same day i saw Finding Private Ryan which hit me like – a bullet in World War II. It had my grey matter working overtime to churn out some substantial theory to explain my exceeding unpatriotism. I’ll write about it soon – at length.
Pracs over…
- The prelimns are over…and now starts the uphill task. The best part of practicals was bones in anatomy, and the worst the soft organs below diaphragm. I totally messed up uterus.
Will see Indiana Jones tonight…
- I like this new theme. I didn’t search for it, i just stumbled over it.
Insomniac
Finally, after a week, 6 back-to-back exams and a whole lot of head-ache and tension later, i’m back to the cyber-cafe. The exams were okay. I could’ve fared a good deal better had i not extended my home trip last month by say 10 days! Suicidal! Thank god(…?…), these were just prelimnary theory exams…
Physio paper2 was horrendous, and ironically the easiest. Since i knew almost all of it perfectly, i mis-managed time and ended up writing for my life in the last 15 minutes. And when has last 15 minutes saved a flunking man?
Rest were all the same. Average exams, with average questions. I’m categorically not proud of my exam-taking skill this time. I have to learn to be more professional and thorough.
Really, studying in double figures daily for the last 10 days was not a problem, neither is the surprising lack of sleep i’ve accumulated. It’s the back-to-back exams which really suck: They suck the life out of you. The library studying hall repels me now, after sheltetring me for major portion of the last fortnight. I feel full. I feel insomniac because whenever i lie down to sleep, i start thinking about the physiology of sleep.
I consciously attempted to unwind myself today by taking (i think) a well deserved break. I saw Sarkar Raj. An above average flick. Amitabh rocks.
The prelimnary practicals start in two days.
