Wa(l)king dreams

Sunday! The day that we all look forward to. I personally don't like Sundays, 'cos Mondays are just around the corner. But this Sunday was special. No classes on Monday, less assignment pressure than usual and the fact that I just managed to get hold of 4 movies. Life can not get better.

I managed to sleep at 5.30 today morning after watching 2 (or was it 3) movies continuously. I personally never get tired of all this sentimental and action crap that the moviewalas continuously feed us. The best ones are the "love stories". I am one of those people whose entire love life that can fit on one side of a very small grain of knife. It is nice to find that there are other people around the world who find love, and live happily ever after (I wonder why the divorce rates are so high!?!)

I decided to hit the sack when I couldn't keep my eyelids from coming into close contact. Suddenly, Sids is banging at my door, 'cos it is 1.30 pm and high time that we go for lunch. Lunch at Pavitra was great. After the 25 paise episode (I think Sids has an account of it in his blog), the service was great. Back to the room, watch another movie, grab a shower, and then off to the volleyball court.

Now, here I am, banging my poor keyboard to smithreens, thinking of what to blog today, and writing a really long post. The day passed like a dream, and a nice one at that. Life doesn't get better than this.

Nerd level

I never knew I was such a "gone" case. Wow, am I a god or what?? :))

A ride back home

I must have written this post yesterday. Guess I was so tired that I put it off till today. I am back in Chennai. Good ol' Chennai, the land of 3 climates: hot, hotter, hottest [not an original quote, heard from many people describing Chennai :)) ].After the end of finance exam, it felt great to get out of college. There is nothing better than being at home, having so much time to do nothing, and being constantly pampered. But this whole post is not about Chennai at all. It is about the ride back home.

Vasanth, Badri and I left iiit-b at around 7.15. After escaping from a few death traps (those private bus operators between Bangalore and Hosur), we managed to get a nice and comfy ride. Meenakshi Bhavan at Hosur had some nice masala dosas and chola pooris for us to polish off. We reached the bus stand at around 9 and lo! and behold there was a decent looking bus from Hosur to Chennai. The seats looked comfortable and we thought we might just survive the ride back.

A warning to all those of you who want to grow tall. Consider the fact that you will be taller than the average Indian, and have your head bumping constantly in the roof of every bus, or auto that you ride. Consider the fact that even seats are not made to fit you in. And consider the fact that you might some be forced to go in a bus and fit your long legs in a very small place. I hope I have managed to scare atleast some of you from growing tall. Life is difficult (though the guys in the volleyball court think otherwise ;) ).

The seats were pretty comfortable, atleast to the other two guys. I really have to thank Vasanth, 'cos he took care of my laptop and gave me some space to stretch my legs. The bus ride can be summed up in two words - "bone rattling". I never knew that I had so many bones in my body that could rattle like that. I felt like people riding a bicycle [or whatever it was called] before an inflated wheel was invented. We were tired, and the rattling did help you to go to sleep, once you were beyond the brink of exhaustion.

The bus managed to come into Chennai at unholy hours [4.30 in the morning is a time that most folks wouldn't mind commuting]. Thanks to late night service of the ever-dependable MTC, I am back home. And in one piece! The post is pretty long. I guess I should stop now, and hold my peace.

Bang, crash and a creamy cake!

I may be a little late in writing this, but it is not every day that a person gets lifted by a bunch of people (!!!) and kicked till he starts howling, and then let down to be wished "Happy Birthday". For the uninitiated, welcome to the world of colleges and birthday bums.

Yesterday wasn't my birthday. It was a long time ago (end of may). But my buddies just decided that they wanted to kick me. So, one of them goes and gets a cake. Another suckers me to walk all the way to college telling that we are having "bums" for one of my seniors who just landed a job in Google. And guess what, I drag that poor guy all the way to the college, only to find that I am the "Bakra for the Day". It just aint fair. I lost count of the number of kicks after the first dozen.

The "best part of the night" was the cake. I am not sure how it tasted. I managed to get a small piece into my mouth before the guys tore it to pieces and stuffed all the cream on my face. I got more cake on me than inside me. Then came the "worst part of the night", I had to take a bath at around 1 in the night. Lucky me, the college has hot water running 24 hours. I go back to the room and find that my t-shirt (the orange one with iiit-b logo and let's log out on it) covered with cream. And then, I find that I had forgotten to go to the shop to buy some soap. Lightning struck at the same place twice. It was one thirty by the time I finished cleaning myself and my t-shirt. A wonderful night. The problem was that I was on the receiving end of the cake.

Is it right to hit back?

I just came across this post at whurleyvision about networks that can not just monitor threats posed to them, but actively respond with countermeasures. Sounds like a very interesting idea. There is a project called OpenSIMS that is currently working on it. But is it right to hit back at a network threatening you? What are its future implications in Information Warfare? A pity that I could not read the whole article on newscientist written by William Hurley...