ADROITE EGOTIST- CASE STUDY

Happy new year guys and gals!!....Life seems to be very strange, the things you want doesnt acctually want you to get it. With many twist and turns , life in short is never blantant and always circumlocutory.
Enough of this no LIFE business, The semester began with a new thrill. with my class unity broken and class being attended while i stay back at my home enjoying life with my new CAM.
Nevertheless, the impact is tacit. The day i arrived, i was stuffed with news more than what i can acctually hold to. I had to placate my professor about my attendance and lab manuals. WHile my friends walks in the streets with many heads turning towards him. LOL !!..Must be a gate crashing incident. Its a religion in my college that the most dumb and lazy goons and goonies(i meant the gals) carry the title of "OH!! My god!!". This argument was fought with many cogent people but at the end the most eloquent person stands to gain the most of the importance. My interest grew more huge and grandiose. Now, its the time to investigate the CASE of "OH! MY god"...
First review, it was simple, this creature works day and night and almost is nocturnal and philanderer except the unreasoning sexual orientation part (:P). This served the purpose, the next day the creature looks half doped.
THe creature moves around with some "elite" creature, who are garrulous, boring and very very inane. The inference, the box rite in your head is not being used.
The meet always, be it in the canteen , at the gate, in the hostel, at the gym....at the bathroom( oops!!....come out in flow), they just move around in a gregar.Oh i just forgot, Their new means of transport is from a 2 wheeled machine to a violet hilled 4 wheeled transport...strange......
THE RESULT: I became even more confused moving on to the test 2.

TEST 2:
I decided to test their mode of talk. The observations were very interesting.
THey just talk , talk , talk something but most of the time , they talk the same thing again and agian. They are hardly cogent speakers, they are verbose.
The creature under observation is quite different from the gregar , he is laconic. But unfortunately, conveys more through emotions and facial expressions.
Offcourse becomes very very cajoling when it comes to a telepathic talk through a small box which he holds it near the ear. The time flies , and he turns from laconic to glib loquaciousness.

RESULT:
A chameleon is the main characteristics of this creature.

TEST 3:
Socialization patterns.

This was very interesting as it walks on the road, he smiles and talks to everyone on the roads, not to the creature of the same sex but its the other. Or he walks with the same telepathic instruments on the road. His Colour changes as the sun goes to bed, he talks to almost everyone , everyone with ease. Phone calls comes flooding and creature on the other end, unvaryingly cajoles him and also obviates him.
its obvious to this kind of creature to obviate him as anyone would do the same for a king being coronated twice.

RESULT:
In short, the test for this continues.....next observations about the behaviour pattern would come in next paper.
CONCLUSION: CHAMELEON CREATURE, BOASTFUL, CELEBRITY........and more coming ...
the next paper would have his complete description.

Why?Newton: My Engineering Story - 2009

Why?Newton: My Engineering Story - 2009

flooded eyes....

It was a dark and silent room. It was so silent that i could heart my own heart beating, beating so erratically. I opened a half wooden door to find the same darkness in filling up my eyes. My breathing became strong and i found it difficult to breathe. Click! the light switched on, a neon bulb burning on top of the mirror....the mirror was dazed, with stains of ferric oxide on it. The remnants of the old drops formed a foggy dull shine, i could see my face, it looked more tired than before, the faucet was opened and gush of cold water started pouring out, it was cold , really cold. I bent down to wash my face , a gush of water cleansing the dust, i opened my eyes and found it covered with red, red liquid. Frantically, i washed my face with the sleeves of my shirt....my piece of brown skin showed up still stained in red...i washed my face with water, this time i observed the water flooding my hands, it was clear, i washed my face and quickly glanced at the mirror, my face covered with red. I dried my face using the shirt sleeves again and it was red but i could feel the cold air on my skin, i noticed, my eyes became red...i was standing looking at the red drops flowing from my eyes.Shocked!! I again jumped my hands into water and cleaned my eyes..i glanced at the mirror, i see myself laid face down, with the same clothes. Scared, i could feel the blood flowing into my hands and legs...i brushed my eyes again and again.. every time i look at it, i find myself laid down but now i see myself standing up slowly....not believing that it was in there.Immediately, i pinched myself for a dream, i could feel the pain. It was moving towards me, face stained with blood , arms twisted and neck broken. It kept coming closer to me, believing it to be haunted i panicked and reached for the door, i opened the door and i saw something falling towards me...screaming...i ran back...i found a body falling from the door.....the sound of it falling was echoing in my ears. Frightened , i walked up to the body and kicked it lightly...it laid still..i kicked it even harder...it laid still....i lowered myself and rolled the body to check out who is it..........i gasped back with fright , i found myself painted in red, with a big pool of blood at the center, unable to believe , i lowered agian and went to the body and checked out his body...i found it breathing.....with perspiration giving me enough toil, i cleaned my forehead, and checked it pulse....the body had no pulse..i check it again ..the pulse was dead..yet the body breathing...........

I closed my eyes not able to believe of what had happened....i could see my eyes flooding, i shut my eyes even more......with time, i opened my eyes, the floods poured out through my cheeks and i realised that i was on my bed with no body and blood around....yeah with just one difference, i am feeling of guilt for what i had done!!....SORRY, i am paying the price for it heavily!!

where am i to??

the alarm rings...it rings...it continues.......i hear a faint loud noise echoing behind the alarm, it didnt stop , it continued growing louder, it grew louder than the alarm..now, i am restless i tried opening one eye lid to see the noise that is given competition to my phone's alarm....i usually consider my phones alarm louder than certain laptops itself....the voice seemed to be familiar, and it was cming from the figure next to my bed....the blurring figure kept making the noise, it took a few seconds to recognize this familar voice and the figure.....as though pumped with an injection of adrenalin,i sat on the bed ..folding the bedsheet..it was my mom kept shouting and shouting..no special reasons..getting up late....i took my phone and switched the alarm off but my moms wrath kept pouring, till i dragged myself to the wash basin to have a look at me and reach for my touch paste and brush...after the morning innings , my mom left for school and i somehow finished one glass full of milk...(burp!!)...with a sudden sense of anxiety i sprint to my room...switching on my computer...being a very very ultra modern comp it takes 20 minutes to boot up and alas my anxiety and adrenalin are ready to be pumped., i switch on my internet router and double click the "google chrome" and went off to collect the news paper and go through the headlines...after 10 minutes the chrome gets loaded and the internet gets connected..thankfully the internet is broadband...something too fast for an old tortoise (my comp)i type in yahoomail id and wait...the curses keeps rotating ..keeps rotating..the progress bar shows"connecting to mail.yahoo" ...again i glance at the cursor..it didnt change...with time, not only my patience was thinning my anxiety was also....i started becoming restless....alas, the main page of yahoomail apppears.....i rapidly type in my mail id and password...and press enter.......again the waiting game starts...but this time...t was very long..expecting a good news via the mail, the opened another tab and typed in gmail.....my anxiety grew as the tab in which yahoo was opened was showing the cursor rotating along the side it just said "YAHOO MAIL" ..to my dismay i havent recieved a mail...i logged out and signed in almost every 20 minutes just to find the same....even now i have written this blog only during that 20 minutes time....again when i open the mail box i get "NO unread message"

I M MUKUNTH

The Hot brownie which i had from valentine kept my thoughts in it till coming to college by auto. Offcourse , also the fight about who being the best - Priyanka Chopra or Vidya Balan?... Fights apart, in recent times , i have been following the path of silence, however it didnt bring out much of change in me as me being a total introvert. The money was being paid to the Autowala and we were crossing the road, a youth ( nothing new) came fast in a bike and crossed us, he probably thought that the girl coming with us would be impressed by his "youthful" sense of driving. ON the contrary the girl was pale and i dont think that she would have even noticed the guy going in the bike. The college gate greeted me ad mist the guards whistling and the rather unusual couple walking in as we walked into our home. They seemed to be different something which they had and i lacked..........thoughts ran like chaotic rats in search of reason, they couple noticed me gaping at them but still kept showing they teeth and smiles at each other. It was getting late now, the dark clouds of time pulled the girl with us away to her territory. I marched towards my lair, I kept observing, everything ...every little thing happening around me. I noticed the argument between my colleagues walking with me about their profs being gud or bad........argument persisted in th background while my attention slipped to the next road, this time it was a bike ..no no bike carrying 3 people on it, all of them enjoying especially the guy in the middle. i knew him, i knew him very well. He was a guy who liked the girl with whom i walked into the college with. He noticed me gaping at him, all he had to give me was a very very awkwardly sly smile. The argument about the professor hadnt stopped yet, it seemed to be abysmal. By this time , my thoughts grew even more hungry...about what?? probably still searching for the question. A burst of laughter broke my thoughts, my stubborn stare caught the attention of group of young girls gossiping at the PMC. I reluctantly changed the look on my face, however my stare didnt give them a shit, they became quite but it was short lived , all broken again by a burst of laughter and they went back to what they are good in. Furiously i paced fast to my territory, which the arguments about the professor being good or bad heating up very well. I didnt give them a heed , again i was lost in thoughts , i saw people moving past me yapping in god knows wat language, people cycling fast and humming music and enjoying the AR rehman singing inside them.The lassitude lights kept moving as fast as the train moves in through a tunnel. Alas, i not only reached my hostel, the argument stopped , nevertheless the argument was superseded by the guy who always does even though his opponent had put in better arguments. I walk up hurriedly to my room , 2 heavens above.....passing though the people screaming , yapping , crying and cajoling . The last turn i made with my key , the latch was freed and the doors to my pretty messy heaven tore open. Now, Though the thoughts have stopped searching for the reason - all it said was I M MUKUNTH and its better you commune your self in this four walls to watever you were searching...............HAPPINESS AND JOY...................................

The other side

Its been a while since i have blogged so i guess its the tome to begin a new era of blogging. Lols there is not gonna be a much of change in it...pretty much the same but with loads of facts and the blizz for others.

The three of them ran helter skelter in search of refuge from this tormenting rain. The clouds grew grey ,the peacocks grew colourful, and the three of us running in search of the nearest "dry " place. The wind grew strong, the rains dropped harder and the road became a stream.The rain wasnt expected anywhere sooner according to the unpredictable meteorologists. finally, the three thick friends found a shelter to save themselves from the never ending rain. The place was a bilapilated old college building. The three of them dried themselves using their wet napkins. The rains began growing stronger as the drops acted as slabs of opaque water falling mercilessly due to an endless fight in the skies. Shyam sighed and sat down in the steps dejected, cursing the rain. Rahul was busy making his wet-burnt phone work. while Vishal maintained solitude. The echo of the rains lingered and was broken by Vishal's loquacity. Rahul kept cursing the rain and while Shyam kept nudging him to stop. Vishal kept talking about the rain , how heavily its raining and how beautiful sounds it must be making. Noone ever payed any attention to each other. The rain began to abate and the opaqueness of the drops began to lessen and there in the far end stood a peacock with it full feather flocked up dancing to the nature's tune. Vishal grew anxious and ebullient and screamed in excitement as he saw this happening,Shyam saw the beautiful angel and began acclaiming the nature's beauty. Rahul heard the call of the peacock and began estimating it dancing tunes and enjoyed her hoarse voice....Shyam and Vishal got off the shelter and ran towards the peacock ,but the legend took off as it saw them approaching her at full speed. While Rahul stayed back. The dejected friends just smiled at the pesky bird and walked off to Rahul....

meanwhile one of the other 2 friends saw the three best friends and commented" saala, what a piece of shit they are, running after a peacock after all??" and knuckled....while another replied "Dude, they are special!!" the former countered" u supporting them kutta??" the latter knuckled"yeah"...the former fumed with rage and siad : u wanna be those bunch of loosers who call the peacocks crow sweet??" "yeah , it is sweet for those who doesnt hear it"," its an angel for those who doesnt see it" and " its a boon for us to keep listening to us without objecting to us".........." so u mean that they are physically handicapped??", "NO!!...they are just differently abled with different special gifts"

DEMISE of equality

It was Shilpa's one of the most common days of her dissappointing life. As usual, the routine of her life for the past few years ,was to dress vivdly wid plain clothes and get ready to take her bag with her to search for admission . She wanted to go to college, and learn and earn more and give back what her parents had given her. The thought of her parents gave her an overshadowing remourse of the past , the life with them . She always vividly imagined the days wen her father used to carry her to school and tell her about the things going on in science and urged her to pursue the path never tyaken by many. Her life was completely different now, first of all she is grown now, and her parents are no more who died in the godra riots. She has been brought up in hostel with the amazon grouchy warden. It was about early morning , she stood in front of the mirror checking herself giving a quick glances at her watch. wen she had done , she flew towards her bag which a steriotyped one, she didnt look if her files and certificates were fine, as she knew tat it would be undisturbed body like the unclaimed corpse in the station. She ran down the road,she hurried her steps inspite of her having a hell lot of time for the interview. She almost jogged her way to the station , which by now was completely crowded by the local mumbaikars going to their work. She hurried to keep the pace with commuters and got her ticket, she sped to the platform and checked her watch , it showed 8.15 am. She had plenty of time, the interview was at 10.00 am. the fast local arrived and the crowd got down monotonously before the train could screech to halt. She amde it a point to get into the lady's cmpartment which was difficult to be spoted among the crowded bogies of the train. With her expert eyes she got into one, just beofre the tain kleft. The train immediately spung into immense speed and there the station dissappeared. She whispered" all going gud", the journey was about 30 minutes and by the time she reached her station , the compartment was almost empty. She was nervous ,as she desperately wanted to get into this college as this was her 18th college in mumbai she is trying for,Inspite of her gud grades and excellent educational rcord she has been denied admission. She briskly got into a taxi and went to the college, she was early , atleats an hour early. She hurried to the office , the office just got up after a along weekend break, the clerk guided her to the principal room and within minutes as though knowing the whole plan of the college she reached his cabin. It wasnt open yet, it was a common site for her as she usually reaches the place well in advance, she took time to relax herself and get into the interview mood, she quickly zapped through her files and certificates and kept repeateing her intro that she was about to give, she didnt forget a bit , everytime she told her intro she was excited about it even now, this being her 19th time. The clerk called her inside, she didnt know y, she looked questioningly at him, she replied " admission ke liye , patha hai na..dus baje". she freakishly gave a smile and nod , realised the time flew out well!!, the principals room was serene, with a huge neatly put desk and a board of tropies in the side. The place smelt of morning dew. The principal, looked at her and gave her assent to sit, the interview began , she briskly gave and showed her files , the principal seems to be impressed, she was sure to get admission , the principal gave her a nod , and questioned" its been 4 years since u completed ur school and y havent u got admission before , wat were u doing for these years?" her head spinned, she just hoped tat she would nt be questioned abt tat, she bleakly replied" a job, i was doing a job, so that i cud get enuf for my college", the next question was immediately and delivered a chill to her spine" wat job?? and wer?", she tot to tell another thing but she didnt have any sort of certificates to prove tat she has been working, her happiness was gone, gone forever, it was completely overshadowed by her past, she replied" i wont tell tat", the angry principal questioningly argued with her, the debate was for about 20 minutes , she came out of the cabin, drenched with sweat, she knew for sure tat she wont get admission agian, she was completely sobbing, she ran to a quiet corner and cried aloud, she kept sobbing and screaming" y me??"" wat did i have to do wid this??" " i am not supposed to be like this"...like always she walked agian back to her lair disaapointed , she sobbed even more, this time it was in her room, she wanted to end her life,nothing in this world matter to her to live, all she wanted for was education, the crime which she had made of thinking of education, she made up her mind and jus ransacked her room, searching for something strong. she made a noose with her bedsheet from the fan hook , bearing a worried and scared heart about the death and pain, she got on the chair, the noose carefully on her neck, she wiped her tears and screamed but still sobbing , and she pushed the rim of chair, the noose tightened and she couldnt breathe, her death enveloped her, with a last few jerks from her body the life of this innocent gal was taken. Shilpa could'nt forget the fact that she has been denied admission , which really prickked her . She was denied inspite of gud record , just because she was a sex worker which time could never heal............