Exam-time activities

Why why why why why… Why do I start reading novels as soon as exam time arrives? Over the years, it has een happening with so much regularity. It started when I was in the 9th standard. I remember starting with a James Hardly Chase the day before the Quarterly Exams were to begin. This went on for every exam since then. And my appetite for exam time literature just kept growing. For a long time, it was LotR and Silmarillion. Once I came to college, it became E-books. There were re-readings of Harry Potter(ugh!). Wheel of time series, Scarlet Pimpernel (re-reading), The Three Musketeers, The Inheritance trilogy books (Eragon and Eldest) and A Song of Ice and Fire books are some of the other ones to join the list. For example, last midsem, it was a re-reading of Wheel of Time. And this time? This time, it is a really fast reading of Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card.

And since my last entry, I have not studied a word. Ruination, here I come…

AAARRRGGGHHH HELP! Its here!!!

They are back….
You know that they aere a waste of time, the people who target you with it know that it is a waste of time but it still goes on. Maybe because it is some sort of weird psychopathic ritual.
They never actually leave you. Even when you think that you are free of them for the present, their thought will keep lingering in the back recesses of your game-literature-mythology-sleep-food addicted brain. And when they at last catch upto you..phew…once a semester is hard enough but these bastards come TWICE a SEM!!!

To put it simply…exams are here…

Man…what a waste of time. The preparatory leave started on the 19th and today is when i finally started searching for the syllabus and the recommended textbooks. The PL for me was a time for sleep, Warcraft and most importantly, NARUTO (if u dunno vat dat is, try this). Seems like i still haven’t lost my interest in Anime. HEHEHHE…thinking of any anime always makes me smile with glee. Don’t ask me why coz i don’t know myself.

Back to exams…well there is nothing to come back to. Exams are the biggest waste of time since room cleaning.

Well, one more thing is here…poets associate it to pristine beauty and all that crap. Calvin sees more opportunities to create his masterpiece snowmen. The Starks had it in their family motto. It is associated with Skadi, The Witch King of Angmar and the Lich King. Yes…*shiver* Winter is here.

There is no season i hate more than winter. In my home state, there are only 2 seasons. It is either the Rainy season or it is Summer. Even in December, the minimum temperature wont go below 22 degree Celsius. And here i am, writing this post, dressed in a T-Shirt, woolen sweater and a Jacket on top of that. No, I am not naked below, am wearing jeans (which in never do in my room unless the circumstances are extreme). It isn’t over. I sleep with woolen socks and woolen gloves on. And i cover myself with a “Creel Blanket” (thats vat it says on the blanket bag). Anyway, i suspect that i will have to take out my woolen inners once i come back after the winter break to face the full onslaught of Winter.

There are very few good things about winter. One is drinking hot, sweet and STRONG coffee and feel it warm your body. The other is bathing in hot water (but what i really love is standing under a REALLY hot shower at the end of the bath just so that I remember what hot feels like). Other than these things, winter is just shit.

Bro and Mrs Bro are coming home next month. Looks like this vacation will be fun…

Now leave me and let me go back to my miserable and obviously pointless slogging.

Fantastic Fantasies

Have been thinking about writing this for a long time. Recently I realised (actually realised) that I was a fantasy freak. Any type of fantasy was good enough- Be it literature (LotR, Wheel of Time) or Games (Warcraft, Prince of Persia) or even Comics (Read:Calvin and Hobbes) and Anime.

Sometimes I go into this fantasy mood where I am some great warrior or a great wizard. Reading some fantasy can effect this transformation. So can watching some Warcraft or Prince of Persia Wallpapers or playing them. Even a song that I heard when I was reading or seeing fantasy is enough to take me to this fantasy state. Take a look at this picture. The Blood Elf male looks so…confident. Perhaps even to the point of arrogance. Standing ready for battle, fully armoured, Pulsing energy and power…looking at us as if we are mere jokes to him. That look…so DEADLY…

What does this make me? An escapist? A day-dreamer? Maybe. Well, I just cant help it. There is something about fantasy that just sends my imagination into overdrive. Maybe it is actually just me…you know, the frustrated part of my brain, the part that wants to just leave this sick and boring world. The part that wants to see new things, to feel new things, to live in a pure and brilliantly magical world. Sometimes I imagine myself as The Prince, walking through the ruins of what was a large and strong castle in search of the beautiful yet elusive Empress.I imagine myself walking through ruined, yet beautiful courtyards, walking over a centuries old layer of leaves and twigs. The moonlight shines behind me and the only sound is a light crunch of dry leaves and the echo of my steps as I wander among the cavernous halls. My weapons are ready to strike at the shortest notice as I try to find out all the hidden secrets of the place, limbs as ready as that of a hunting tiger’s, muscles as taut as a drawn bowstring. The very thought of a situation like this gives me the shivers of excitement.

Even the dream of being able to see Kaileena in flesh on her Island…well, the picture may give an erotic impression but what I see is the Empress lying on a bed, her beautiful face looking straight ahead in deep thought, her brilliant black hair, her exquisitely beautiful clothing, the band on her thighs, the jewelery at her hips, her toned body, all in the light of a beautiful sunset.

A couple of days ago, I was reading about the ebooks based on the Warcraft world. The very thought of being able to see Rhonin help free the Dragonqueen Alexstrasza or Khadgar and Anduin Lothar defeat Medivh/Sargeras, to imagine the powers wielded by these warriors, to know what it means to become a true warrior…there starts the adrenalin pump. The strong elves, graceful yet deadly, the Blood Elves, with their weakness for all magics, Mannoroth, with his immeasurable pride and strength…ahh…a man can dream.

So there it is…one of my many faces. Yes, I am escapist, I am a day-dreamer. My friends keep making fun of my obsession. And I don’t give a shit. Actually, I fell happy and blessed that I can draw joy and comfort from nothing other than a simple image or a tune. And I can at least enjoy my fantasies and dream of a better world.

Wasted

Wasted. Thats what I was yesterday. As wasted as a man could be without any booze. So wasted that that i fell asleep in my friends room while watching some videos, leaving his laptop switched on, wearing his headphones and even forgetting to take off my glasses and jacket. Yeah, and I left his room open too. The whole night.

He came to his room at about 4 in the morning to fing me snoring and he woke me up so that he could take my key and go off to sleep in my room. Well, there are some special times when one should not speak to me. Because it just dosent register. They could give a sermon right beneath my ear and I wont even know that they are there. Those times are:

1. When i am reading a book
2. When i am sleepy
3. When i am playing (computer games obviously)
4. When i am satisfying my stomach. ( in the mess, not in the toilet)

Well, coming back to what happened, he asked for my key and i gave it to him without a single thought other than “leave asshole, me needs to sleep”. Well, i should have remembered that my room was a mess (nothing new), the bed was messier (err..frequent occurance), and my clothes (underwear) were all over the bed.
Anyways, me woke at 12 in the noon and went to my room to see how he was doing. Surprisingly, he actually cleaned up my bed a little bit. The clothes that were on the bed were now on the floor and the undies were thrown unceremoniusly on the shelf.

I wake him up and go back to his room to check my mail. Its around 1 in the afternoon and my stomach starts grumbling. i was thinking abut going to the mess when Tedy comes and askes me if i aint coming. Coming? Where? OHSHIT! I totally forgot that we were invited to Kutty and Kutty Inc for a lunch. In 2 minutes, I am ready and off we go to where the foid awaits us.

Post Lunch Thoughts.

Oh shit. My stomach aches. Too much food in too little time does this to me. I ate so much that I didn”t have space in my stomach for even dessert. Disgraceful aint it?
So I am back and now more mov ies and more surfing.

BTW forgot to mention. My laptop is in the service station. Wonder when he will call me telling me that the lapy is repaired. i am feeling so jobless without my lappy. Lappy, Lappy, where art thee? My heart doest weep for you.(grammatically correct i hope)

What Alcohol does to Man

Date: 2/11/07

Format Number : God Knows.

Yes, you have guessed it right. I formatted my system (again). This time, there was also some repartitioning and some other tweaks. All in a vain attempt to make Warcraft go faster.

Yesterday night was the branch placement party. Around 19 of us went to the party at a 24 hr restaurant nearby and stayed there the whole night.

Notable events:

I tried a peg of “Blender's Pride”. Think it was whiskey. Apparently, according to others, it is supposed to be good. Tried taking some small sips but the taste was so bad that I could not handle it. So I downed it all in one go. Then came the recommendation that white rum is tasty. So I took a peg of it, added a lime and some 7-up and took a small sip. It reminded me pf the liquid Appa used to buy to clean the insides of the tape recorders. So again, I finished it off in one long gulp. In 10 minutes, the world started going around me. I started talking, talked more and soon, a torrent of words was coming out of my mouth and I showed no signs of slowing down. Soon the air was thick with the stench of booze and expletives. It took another half an hour for my 'high' to go down and my tongue finally got some rest. The rest of the night was spend in gorging food, playing cards and drinking coffee.

One guy in the gang drank a little too much and had his moment of high soon after. Unfortunately this was followed by his hours of agony. He fell asleep and puked while sleeping. Initially he was seated in a chair and soon after was spotted sprawled on the floor. He had to be lifted onto the table coz his brains, arms and legs failed to listen to anyone. Then a couple of hours he dry retched for abnother half an hour. Talk about being a mess.

Got class tomorrow. Shit man. Saturdays should be declared rest days.