My Reflections@Kofee and Konversation!!!

Back! Back! Back!

2008-11-05T08:49:00.000-08:00

Visakhapatnam,
5th November,2008.

To,
My Dearest Blog!

Subject: Apologies!!!

Dear Blog,

Ya, I may not be Raj Thakre but you know, I can get busy sometimes, right?
Over the last few months life caught me in some tight spots. Some jagdas with people who no longer matter to me, some heroic stunts which screwed me and some damn exams where I got marks for writing bull-shit!
Meanwhile, in one of these dirty fights (the kind of fight, that you re-run scene by scene in your mind for a long time afterwards, each time improvising it with a new RajniKanth stunt) I was asked "Of what use are you?" by one friend who is obviously very gifted. Well, I sat down to think. Yeah, seriously of what use am I ? I found it and am still finding it too asking to conjure up an answer but my dear friend and dear blog and dear myself will know it in their time. Surething!
..And!!! Yikes!! Exams are just round the corner, so I gotta go...but sure I will stay in touch and yeah did I tell u? I am shortly buying a Karizma R (Yellow)...thats another thing keeping me very anxious!!!
Stay in touch.Get back to you pretty soon. Wish me all the best for my XAMS

yours beautifully,
Prady

Every HumanBeing is a force to reckon with.......

2008-09-27T20:36:00.000-07:00

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

{'Where the mind if without fear' by Rabindranath Tagore}

In the world of 21st century, every human being has his own self-respect and is a force to reckon with. He has the right to express his opinions and his freedom of expression, thought and speech cannot be encroached upon.......In a world where every person respects every other person's ideas,feelings and his rights, a environment of free thought-exchange can be generated that will do a lot of good for the country that was yesterday, is today and will be tomorrow......

:-)
Prady
kofee-and-konversation

An Internal Exam Misfires....

2008-09-22T09:34:00.000-07:00

Scene 1:
Place: Our class
Time: 1:00 pm
Cast and Crew-
Actors:Prady,Dheeraj,Pradeep,Rajashekar
Direction:GOD(G-generates;O-operates;D-destroys)

At 1:00 pm I wasnt still sure how I could even give a decent attempt at the Electrical internal exam that was due in 40 minutes......Pradeep & Rajashekar werent looking as restless as me. Why would they? They would have been preparing yesterday while I was in Switzerland or Mauritius singing duets with Genelia...too much dreaming,man! Dheeraj was more than helping all of us to get geared up......Finally it was time to go........and I asked my best mate Dheeraj to wish me good luck........The asshole instead said I would land up with THE 'alternator experiment'.............

------scene cut-------

Scene 2:
Place: Electrical Lab
Time:Bad Time
Cast and Crew-
Actors: Fate, Destiny, Bad Luck...........not me at all
Direction:GOD(G-gambling;O-only;D-destroys) & my EEE sir

If you are walking into a electrical lab for an exam , if you are not exactly well-prepared and if you are not one of those lucky idiots, then the last thing you would want is to end up with 'Regulation of 3-phase Alternator by Synchronous Experiment' whatever that means....I prayed to God, heavens, my EEE sirs and every diety that I could remember that I dont get it. But, He thought otherwise......and I ended up with the nightmare..........20 minutes, my paper was still blank and the sir called me for a one-on-one VIVA

Here we go,

Me: Good afternoon sir! (rather too politely)
Sir: Sit down! (couldve been less intimdating)
Me: Thank you sir!
Sir: So, 3-phase Alternator aah??? (smiling wickedly...)
Me: Yeeess sir......
Sir: What is a commutator?
Me: Something which commutes current sir. (quite confidently)
Sir: ???????What????O my god!!!
Me: !!!!!!!
Sir: Okay, what is the use of brushes in a generator? (he seemed shaken after my last answer)
Me: To clean sir.....
Sir: To clean????What clean? (he seemed unnerved)
Me: To clean the generator sir...... (doubtfully)
Sir: ???Baboi!!!!!! ehem?what is the principle of generator?
Me: To convert mechanical energy into electrical energy.
Sir: How does that happen?
Me: On the basis of Flemings Left Hand Rule?
Sir: Can you explain?
Me: Blah...blah...blah..... (I spoke rubbish all the while showing my right hand!)
Sir: You can go now!!! ( he was nodding his head in disbelief)
Me: Thank you sir!

----Scene cut-------

nothing improved in my paper too and I was more concentrating on 'personal' issues......to hell with the internal I thought.........and finally ended screwing it up big time and went out looking out for Dheeraj----to kill him.

कभी कभी............

2008-09-21T06:31:00.000-07:00

Hey, this is an interesting SMS( a parody of a song from Jaane Tu.....) I received from one of my frnd Srikanth......Thought I'd share it......

कभी कभी थो लगे classroom में रही न खुशी और न मज़ा........
कभी कभी तो रहे हर class मुश्किल और हर sum एक सज़ा........
ऐसे में कोई कैसे अपने teacher खो पढाने से रोखे और कैसे कोई सोचले every day is gonna be a sunday?!!!!!

Thnks to Srikanth.....and to Google........

This post is dedicated to Jagan Bhai....who taught me ABCD of blogging!!!

A Working-Day for me is when you work the LEAST...

2008-09-19T18:54:00.000-07:00

Episode 1
Getting up & Going to College:

"Shit!Shit!Shit! ...........F***....(censored!)........." It was 7:15 in the morning by the time I got up........I swore out at Aamir Khan for the wonderful TZP.....I was watching the film for 5th time till 1:00 yesterday night...and overslept like a cow. I have to be at the bus stop atleast by 7:45 before the dog-van(my college bus) swarms in, Ghajini (our driver) madly honking the horn. Muttering various curses ranging from U-certificate to A-certificate on all the people (my profs, my college, JNTU board) ,I managed to get ready and reached the bus-stop. There were only the girls who most probably were talking about their new nail-polishes or Calvin-Klien perfumes....(what do they know how many things we have to think about?...including them! rite?). I was searching for my soul-mate Srikar. He shared my misery.........only difference was Aamir Khan used Jaane Tu....on him........We were desperate to shove our asses up and into the bus and catch our daily dosage of sleep ---40 km from Vizag to Vizinagaram , thats 1 hour of sleep that lands us in trouble---college-yikes!!!It was almost 9:00 by the time we reached the college and I zoomed to the classroom for completing a particularly sucking BEE(electronics) assignment. C2D( coperate to dominate, thanks to Chetan Bhagat) and Srikar whisked away to his deparment after the customary "You-Suck" and "Kiss-my-Ass" exchanges.

Episode 2
College Blues:

The profs seemed to be bent on testing my patience severly.Particularly, my BEE sir. He was a gentleman, but the subject sucks. I couldnt make head or tail of what he said about tranformers...and by the end of the class I was even more agitated when Pradeep and Dheeraj beside me were discussing e.m.f equations of the transformers.Just when I was trying to make faces at them, the new TD(thermo) sir walked in. I was already praying to the heavens in desperation for the lunch break.After 2 more hours of Steam Tables and some sheer brilliance from Dheeraj and Pradeep, it was lunch break. Finally , the lunch boxes were out at 12:50 pm and promptly swapped.We indulged in a 10-course or even 12-course slurpy meal(heheh.....at the end, we often get confused in identifying our own boxes).The next 3 periods were usually very nice because the lectures sounded like lullabees and usually I slowly dozed off, my heavy tummy also co-operating greatly.But, it was Java today and you would only sleep in his class if you decided that it was the last thing you are going to do in the world.As usual sir made Java interesting and it was 3:20 pm by the time he left us. Luckily we had a sports period so we headed towards the canteen!!! After one plate of 'samosas' topped with gossip about spicy love-stories or sour 'dishum-dishums', I saw no reason why I was dragging my ass around the campus. So, I hoisted myself back into the bus. A track from 'Ek Chaalis Ki Last Local' in resonance with the rhythm of the bus made me slip into a good sleep. And at 6:00 pm I was back home finally, trying to look convincingly tired.

Episode 3
Back home:

Mothers are always mothers. Thank you God! Even though I looked fresh like a flower (I usually do.....afterall, what is it I do in the college ? Just go and come back...) my mother felt I was looking tired, and pale, and all worn-out!!! I readily pounced on hot, mouth-watering food. And she dutifully pampered her only son....the spoilt brat. Mothers indeed will always remain mothers.Thank you again God! Soon, I was on my PC, surfing the sites ...trying to stay away from learnhubs and such geek stuff as much as possible when my mother called out "C'mon take out your books and stop that computer".Books eh? What books? they always decorated the shelf and I havnt yet discovered a better use for them. So, I gave the trademark "Nothing-to-study-mom" reply.As a rule I take out half an hour each day, from my 'busy' schedule to plan assault on my enemies and some profs. So, I started figuring out the best ways to get even...........one of these days, I thought I had to go for a practical examination..........with one guy spreading rumours and irritating me. Finally, I managed to get behind the books by the time dad came home. I was in my room seriously thinking why I didnt like TD while I loved Java? And why I didnt hav a GF yet?My father knew I was showing him the actor inside me and asked me to give it up, he told me he wouldnt believe it even if I was really studying! I gave it up.....and sat before the computer to watch WANTED and Angelina Jolie.

This is a template of my daily routine and its a peep into a usual day of mine.....of course if its not BEE,then its MMS and if its not Java, its MOS..........And if its not samosas then its pakoda.........but whatever, its always rocking!!!

IF by Rudyard Kipling

2008-09-17T06:00:00.000-07:00

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

This is one poem that moved me very much and brought a profound change in my attitude in life. The poem is a sermon to each of us, on how we have to attempt to live. Each line by the poet delivers a strong message.......

What's wrong with me? Y a blog?

2008-09-17T05:42:00.000-07:00

I thought, I was like a small sub-atomic particle of a great gaint polymer called the world. Who would care to hear to what this tiny human being has to say? Who will ever be interested in my life, and every detail that constructs this experience? So thinking I muted down the voice inside me. But, the impalpable urge to re-discover myself made me realise the truth- Let me write for myself.For this one time let me get selfish. Let, me write about the fun I had , my follies , the thoughts that crossed my mind and the emotions that touched my heart. Let me design a mirror that would reflect my life. Let me have a dairy that atleast I can read afterwards in my life and smile or cry or feel ashamed or feel proud about what I felt in the past. Let me be cautioned if I were to change ever. So I decided , let this mirror and the dairy be my ' Kofee and Konversation'. In the run, if my Cafe can become a hang-out for people who love the world as much as I do , then my intentions will be eclipsed.

K&K is a dossier on my life, about each day that rolls by ,bringing with it loads of exciting stuff.

Kofee(coffee) is a stimulant for all of us,it switches-on each day of ours, and Konversation(conversation) is a piece of information exchange. The very combination of these two is too romantic to resist...........like each new day, full of surprises can be. Thats why my blog is called ' Kofee and Konversation' (K&K).

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2003-09-17T06:32:00.000-07:00

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Herche’s Blog Disclaimer for the idea of a disclaimer.

Prady..... :-)
Kofee and Konversation