Back home

August 29, 2009

When school was over, I though I would be eternally depressed for the rest of my life. Seriously, the guys from my class were the coolest – and I would cringe at the thought of leaving all of them. But that hasn’t happened. I’m happier than I’ve ever been before…the guys (and girls!) in college are equally fantastic. I’m learning to play table tennis from friends, and learning to play guitar from another friend who is equally interested in string theory as he is in guitar strings. Friends may change, but friendship is here to stay.

But now, I’m back home after a five hour journey by train. Suddenly, everything comes back washing over me like a torrent of freezing water. The moments spent dreaming, reading Fundamentals of Physics and science fiction instead of school books, gazing alone with a telescope. Today, as I went past the countryside, I saw two boys in uniform standing under a sunshade sipping juice packets. An ordinary sight – but it hurt me like a stabbed heart reminding me of childhood happiness.

I will be going back to Trichy by bus tomorrow. It is strange, being just a visitor to your own home, isn’t it?


Writer’s block

August 23, 2009

I once heard that the great science fiction writer Isaac Asimov once had a writers’ block, and it was the worst ten minutes of his life. Apparently, my writer’s blocks last much longer than Asimov’s. You know what it is like when you simply stare at the blinking cursor for minutes together, wondering when it would move rightwards in a flow of Times New Roman characters…I felt in such a mood for a really long time. Maybe its because life has changed dramatically, that I am no longer as contemplative as I once was. It was then I remembered these lines from the movie Finding Neverland, which finally brought me back to the keyboard again:

Peter: I still have no idea what to write.
J.M. Barrie: Write about anything. Write about your family, write about the talking whale!
Peter: What whale?
J.M. Barrie: The one that’s trapped in your imagination and desperate to get out.

Sharp and crisp, don’t you think?


NIT-T Report Two

July 29, 2009

Having survived the previous attempt by secret agents to capture me, I write this article to disclose more never before heard data.

Again, we begin at the hostel codenamed Diamond at the National Institute of Technology, Trichy. The place is a wide, two storeyed building; close to the other honourable first-year hostels Agate and Coral. At the hostel entrance, we find an armoured gate, which could withstand attacks from heavy gunfire and even Hellfire missiles. Despite the presence of this gate, there is little or no fencing surrounding the hostel, a minor vulnerability. It is also rumoured that the hostel contains considerabe quantities of plutonium, and even perhaps antimatter canisters left by experimenting researchers. However, despite the availability of such advanced compounds, I should also remark that drinkable dihydrogen monoxide (H2O) is a relative rarity in the hostel.

It would be injustice to ignore the bathrooms. Despite the hostel’s considerable population, each floor contains only 5 rooms for enjoying baths. After spending a good time in the queue, we finallly enter the bathroom. Some rooms even have broken holes in the doors, thus revealing the occupant inside. When the bucket is finally filled with water for the exciting bath, a young and avid chemist can research the process of sedimentation, or an avid physicist can research the scattering of light; for the water is actually a colloidal solution containing major amounts of dirt. Students of both categories may also contemplate the possibility of being captured and beaten if they spend too much time researching.

Finally, we enter the classes. All the classes take place at the LHC – the Lecture Hall Complex, although few know that the abbreviation is a codename for a secret Large Hadron Collider replica located underground.

OK OK, enough kidding around – I’ll cut the crap, I want to talk seriously about this one:

The lecturers are really not good. We have the subjects Physics, Chemistry, Maths, Humanities, Engineering Mechanics, Humanities, environmental engineering and engg. graphics; along with practicals. Not one teacher, from the above subjects impressed me. I mean, guys, this is NIT we’re talking about. Even the ones from school, or the IIT coaching centres were way better. To digress, the teachers simply seem to assign work to the students, merely repeat religiously what is given in some textbook and do not teach with gusto or engage the students in any way. Like, as if we’re just 10th grade students or something. We’re asked to take notes; not to express ideas. It is a one way monotonous digress from the teacher to student; never an exciting discussion. Above all, it seems to be about working and memorising, not much about thinking. Many teachers do not even speak proper English. Maybe all of it’s because we’re just first years or something (just?). Or maybe most of the things people learn here are from the library. Still, I expected captivating Carl Sagans; but I found thoughtless bureaucrats.

Thats all for now. Until next time, loads of love from graffiti. Got to go, feeling hungry…


NIT-T priority one dossier (CLASSIFIED)

July 21, 2009

So yes, I’m officially into Regional Entertainment Centre (REC), or Regional Engineering college…ahem, it’s the National Institute of Technology which has all these alais names used in code language in case our conversation is being tracked by Jason Bourne’s or James Bond’s enemies. Ahem, anyway…

Begin at the beginning: The hostel, also codenamed as Diamond (there are a couple of more hostels with similarly unguessable codenames such as Emerald, Agate, opal and so on). Probably because the college name starts with ‘National’, many of the guys from the humble first year hostel are from all over India; and some are apparently confused with the definition of national, since there are even people from Nepal, US etc etc., Thus it is no great universe-shattering surprise that I share a secret location in the Diamond hostel with a guy from Hazaribagh, Jabalpur and someone from some remote place in Andhra which I don’t even remember. Due to this reason, we all agreed to converse in the language of English, as suggested by my friends in the Illuminati.

Nanotechnology is apparently not well developed in the campus, since the whole NIT Trichy occupies a megnormous area of 800 acres or 3.24 sq. kilometres (if you are a fan of the metric system, as all intelligent guys are) probably one of the largest in the country, though rumors to build a particle accelerator larger than the LHC in NITT are quite rife (OK, if you believe all the stuff I wrote…..well, believe me: you are quite an innocent dude. Paradox?). Training begins in the campus tomorrow, where I’ll be studying Production Engineering (Due to the highly volatile nature of the information, what exactly we’ll be learning to produce has not yet been disclosed to me.) Hopefully, I may sit in the front bench of the class with an air of a seeker of knowledge, taking notes without perpetually hibernating.

This concludes the secret dossier. By no means is this the last one on this topic…more are coming through; unless I get killed by the guys in black suits and cooling glasses who are currently following me for revealing top secret information.

Appendix:

Tomorrow evening is the solar eclipse between around 4:30 and 6:00 PM, with the maximum around at 5:00 PM. Don’t miss it, wonderful comrades!


Life 2.0 (beta version)

July 17, 2009

Whoa!!!

The only constantly appropriate state of the human mind, I realized, is surprise. I mean, is it already time to enter college? Gosh, I feet like I just left from kindergarten...sniff…sniff…

If you don’t know, I’ll be leaving for NIT Trichy hostel tomorrow, to study ….sniff…production engineering.  I don’t have a laptop, so I dunno how the  HELL I am gonna keep blogging – future strategising isn’t my strong point, you see. Maybe it is time to say good bye to the Good Night series after all! Oh wait. My aunty’s home is near NIT, so I can go there every week to access the Graffiti In My Heart headquarters, or maybe grab a future friend’s laptop, or go to the computer centre (if there is one). The point is ….your dear old graffiti would NEVAHH say goodbye to his readers (even if the no of readers could be counted with a single hand…sniff) yet.

So its time for a new life. Sure its gonna be fulla both good and bad stuff compared to the last one, but I’m pretty sure that the beta version will be replaced by a stable professional version fast. I’m packing all the stuff right now. Along with the usual toothpaste – brushes, clothes, cellphone, clothes, mattresses, stationery items and yet more clothes; I’ll be carrying some unusual stuff: A night sky chart, a poster of the Hubble space telescope, solar goggles (there is a total solar eclipse on July 22nd) and an abacus (I just learned how to use it, just need some practice). Oh, and a copy of Resnick – Halliday’s Fundamentals of Physics, the book which helped me to pass the AIEEE examinations in the first place. (many so-called guides for that entrance examination are just assorted crap. Irony: Fundamentals of Physics wasn’t designed with that purose in mind – as an AIEEE guide.)

Guess that’s it for now. If you still don’t believe that I will continue blogging, read this piece I wrote years ago in my previous blog (which is now mercifully lost in the blogosphere):

  • I believe that a blogger should express himself for what he really is, not what he wants himself to be.You don’t have to be ‘cool’ to write…
  • I would much rather respect a person who draws an ugly sketch and gets laughed for it than a person who doesn’t draw at all. Its the same with blogging.
  • I believe that there is no need to exaggerate or embellish stuff in life. Life is beautiful as it is.
  • A blog should uniquely represent one’s true perspectives, intentions and opinions, no matter how bizarre or uncommon.
  • I believe that blogging has its own ultimate rewards, no matter how pointless it may seem.

Now, do I sound like a quitter? DO I, PUNK? (holding the collar)

But…sniff…I really feel like I just left kindergarten!!!