The Quests of Life

I maintain to this day that a day will come when I will forsake studies, the world and all in it for my never ending quests. I am a man of science and I need reasons for everything that happens or anything that performs the deadly crime of even existing. But I admit a few of my quests have absolutely no end. For instance, my quest to try and find out why playing with shadows causes me to stay awake at night (they don't but I can't say what they actually do to me. It's very embarrassing). There was a time when I was 6 and  tried to find out why I could never build a Lego wall higher than 12 blocks without it falling. Being a smart little boy, I tried adding a better base but it never worked!! The obsession held me till about 3 months ago when I finally did it and built the wall using the very same bricks that I used when I was 6, albeit with the help of a little superglue. Another time, I tried to make a pop up card for my friend but kept failing at keeping it closed. So I spent 5 years working and working and working, until finally I perfected the art of pop-up cards. Unfortunately, no one appreciates them these days so I'm relegated to try and teach my 11 year old cousin how they are a really sweet way of saying things (of course, there's also the fact that they cost nothing but that problem still has 8 or 9 years to strike him!). My current quest is to find the perfect finger snap. Being a lonely child and having almost nothing to do for most of the day, I stumbled upon the ancient art of Finger Snapping and have dedicated my life to finding the substance that enables the perfect snap. For those who wish to know,  the perfect snap must be quick, must not cause a lot of effort to be spent and must set up the fingers for the next snap simultaneously within a matter of milliseconds. So far I've tried rice flour (too grainy and causes wastage of effort), dust (causes fingers to be smooth and reduces the sound) and a few drops of water(hmm....still working out the kinks but has potential). A few more years of effort and I will find it, hence making mankind's life more or less the same as it was before. But till then, I live in hope!

Ciao!!

     

The Joys of Gibberish

People say I'm very weird; and they are absolutely right. To me being weird is being different, unique and sometimes......very annoyingly so. Sure, I ruffle a few feathers on the way; sure, I make people believe I'm loose in the head. But all this fails to make any difference in my day-to-day dealings with the people around me. One of the few things that people don't really notice, however, is the way I tend not to curse.....or more specifically, curse in the usual swear words. A long time ago, a relative of mine (can't really remember which one, seeing as I have millions of them) told me I shouldn't curse and that it's a bad habit. Any normal person would have not cared and continued, a respectful person would have listened and tried not to. But then, I'm not the avearge person. So what do I do.......I decide to invent my own language just so that I can continue swearing!! This was about 8 years ago. Back then I loved it since it made me feel that I was the only one who could do it and during that time, I made a promise to myself that I would never forget it (Please don't even begin to try and fathom why or how this happened. If I can't explain it....You can't either!!!!). Thus began the origins of something that would make sure I would never be called normal ever again. In an age when people used terms like "Dang it" or "Fish", I went so far as to label both these swear words as "Heftyn" and "China". Now, I can't bear to even spell the common swear words anymore!! Plus, the words in my language keep changing every year or so, so I have a so called "dynamic vocabulary". I admit, it isn't actually insulting to say, "China you!" to anyone. They would most likely just start laughing and call you a nutter. But the good part would be that they would walk away, thus ending what could have become a very nasty fight. And when has making people smile ever been a bad thing? So I'll end the post here so that people can continue calling me weird and I can keep cursing them in my own special little language.

Çiao!!

A New Life

Here I am now, a month into my professional college. After all I've heard about the free atmosphere of college and the supposed fun that people have there......I have to admit, what I've heard is most definitely true!! The most fascinating thing is how people have stopped actually teaching us and now begin to talk to us like we're equals. It's a little disconcerting to be having an interactive class for 50 mins and being formally taught only for 10 mins but I'm not complaining! The best part is the friends I've found. Again, I've faced problems here....mainly concerning the rate at which I've made them. It took me 2 years to make my closest friends in 11th and 12th. In a month's time, I've made so close friends here that the number greatly dwarfs the one from college!! It's very strange how I've done this but I have absolutely no regrets. Jornalism, the subject of critique.......how great it sounds! So far, I'm not exactly feeling the love. That may be the fault of The Couple but as a certain III JPEng student told us, "Don't lose interest no matter how boring they make it!!" (Everyone from I JPEng who reads this had better know who this was. If not, ask Anju.) As for Brit Lit, on one end we have a teacher who first tells us not to believe what the author says and when we try discussing the contrary, she just shouts us down and tells us to believe what she says......which is going back to square one! On the other end, we have one of the coolest teachers alive teaching us poetry!!! I mean, how many teachers do you know who like Metallica and have watched most of the newly released movies before us??! Psychology is just one of those things both dreams and nightmares are made of. Father Varghese, the living proof that there is God....very much likely! With a small bit of hair on the front that looks like its been stuck with gum, he strides into class, asks us to observe 30 seconds of prayer and begins lecturing us. I have a feeling most of the guys just keep staring at the assistant who apparently is a teacher, though I have my doubts if she can actually teach or not. Then we have her......Ammu Lukose, just one letter away from reinvigourating energy. Unfortunately, due that one missing letter, she saps all your energy instead! But the subject as a whole is really interesting. My mom's yelling at me to get off the comp now so I won't be able to comment on the 6 canteens in the place. But then there are newslatters to find that out in. To all those currently working on theirs, I wish you all good luck!

Çiao!

P.S. I dedicate this to all my friends in class! You guys rock!!! Love you all!