My dog ate my homework!

Ah… Feels good to be back after a long time. πŸ™‚ Let me skip the pleasantries and get right to the dirt. A few days back, my lecturer gave the class an assignment to write and submit. Now normally I wouldn’t give a damn about it. But of late, the studious idiot in me has awakened and is rearing its ugly head in full fury. So I started writing my assignment. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ I know, sounds close to impossible right? That’s what even I thought.

After a small bit of writing (3 pages to be exact), I did some good bit of thinking and got the REAL ME off his lounger. There waged a war inside my head and the nerdy bookworm was gloriously defeated. But I still had to come up with a good excuse and I had none as the REAL ME was swatting flies for a long time. And so I thought why not I use the classic alibi? “My dog ate my homework!!!” πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ Awesome excuse isn’t it? No? That’s alright. I didn’t think so too. And I don’t even have a pet dog. πŸ˜› I just wanted to write about something. And here it is. πŸ˜›

So whoever read this post has now witnessed a taste of the sheer craziness and also lost 2-3 minutes of their apparently valuable time. πŸ™‚ No, don’t thank me people. I already know I’m good. πŸ˜€ So until next time (which won’t be too long), yours truly AnniYan a.k.a Pavan.

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April 11, 2010 at 9:10 PM 14 comments

Sir, Yes SIR!!!

Hello everyone! I am back here again after such a long time, that I don’t even remember how long. πŸ™‚ But that is not what I am here to talk about. I want to dedicate this post to the people who changed my life and are constantly continuing change it for the better. These people are none other than my very close friend Abhilash and the person I respect the most, Mr. Nandeeshwar S. B. They changed the ragged course that my life was taking and guided me back on track. A million thanks to both of you.

These past couple of months have been something of a blur. First, there was the submission of our project – The Student Information System; a website for the college where parents could view the details of their wards seated at the comfort of their homes. Then there was my selection in the College Website Maintenance Committee for replacing the current website and maintaining the new one. And then there is the participation in SBMJCE‘s (Bangalore) programming contest.

One after the other it has been just like oneΒ  battle after another. I feel proud to be part of this team which is led by my favorite lecturer, Nandeesh sir. I feel like a soldier in a platoon who is tasked to fight one battle after another. Here the Sergeant Abhilash guides me through all the rough terrain, briefing me whenever necessary. Our General Mr. Nandeeshwar points us in the right direction where there is something remaining to be done.

When I said I feel like a soldier, I meant that because I feel I am doing something where I don’t expect anything in return except that the battle needs to be won. As a soldier I also feel extremely loyal to you, sir; and my college. And even if there arises a time when drastic measures are to be taken, I know that I will be guided and I follow faithfully. Hats off to you Nandeesh sir!!! OVER AND OUT!!! πŸ™‚

October 13, 2009 at 10:19 PM 12 comments

‘Crick’ De India

Hello readers! This time I want to talk about something that has been plaguing my thoughts for a long time now. Wonder what it is? Before I tell you about that, let me ask you all question. How many of you have heard the names Dhyan Chand, Balbir Singh and Dhanraj Pillai before? Many of you might answer that you have heard the last of the three names I mentioned. And even that is because the name appeared recently in the papers. No, it was not in the crime section or the politics section. It was in fact under sports.

And the three people I have mentioned are actually former players of the Indian Men’sΒ Hockey team. They created history in a game which is supposed to be a country’s national game, but which is ignored by 90% of the country’s own population. The country I am talking about, as is obvious, is none other than glorious India. All this ignorance is because of a game called Cricket. I personally hate cricket. Just because of the publicity it gets. I feel it doesn’t deserve all this popularity it is gaining. In fact, the game gets so much publicity by the media that it has entirely eclipsed all other games and sports.

I wanted to write about this since a very long time. And now I am taking the initiative to put it into words. But before I wrote this article, I wanted to make sure how much other games have suffered. What better place to start than Wikipedia? And so I began with our national game, Hockey. Field Hockey to be exact. Did anyone know that the Indian Hockey Team remained unbeaten champions for six years in a row in the Olympics? And it has not even finished in the podium after 1980(Olympics)? This doesn’t end here. The same condition exists even in the World Cup. The statistics were disturbing. You can find out more about them here.

One good thing is that Tennis is gaining more popularity and so is Formula One racing. It is high time that the people realized the tricks the media is playing on them and they start thinking for themselves. Having said that, as a closing note I would like to dedicate a poem which I wrote to the Indian Hockey team and the various other sports that have lost their value in India because of Cricket.

How fare thee Indian?
Do you remember me?
Or are you caught up in the tricks the media plays?
Forget me not oh diversified media; for I sway to the tunes that you play.
Steeping the people in ignorance and misinformation,
Is the most reliable source of the entire nation.
Why, oh why do you choose to obliterate;
what you claim is not worth to iterate?
Wake up, oh ignorant Indian!
For the time is nigh that you think like one.

I sign off today hoping that this small post which contains long suppressed emotions of a true Indian makes a change in at least ten others. Proud to be an Indian, Pavan a.k.a AnniYan.

June 19, 2009 at 1:12 PM 13 comments

Lalbagh Express

Hello everyone! Here I am again; back after another long break. πŸ˜€ I want to take this opportunity to enlighten you all with how enjoyable a boring train journey in the sweltering heat of the afternoon sun could get. πŸ™‚ Yup, you read it right. The things I mentioned here are actually the contents of a perfect recipe for ultimate boredom. Now let me tell you about the scenario in detail. It was a hot summer afternoon; my mother and I were to catch a train to return to Bangalore. After we got onto the train and got settled into our seats, I started to chat with my mom. Nothing special, just some small talk to pass the time. But after sometime, it was starting to get boring. So both of us realized it and stopped. My mom went to sleep in the sitting posture itself.

I wouldn’t blame her. We had had two very tiresome days prior to our journey. This was the time I really started to regret not buying a book at the small book stall in the railway station. Then I started thinking. The seat to my right was a window seat. But it was empty for the time being. Apparently he had booked for the ticket from some small town on the way where the train made a brief stop. I sat in that seat and started looking out the window. Now me being the day-dreamer I am, started to watch the cloud formations. And believe me when I say it; one of the patterns looked exactly like a mermaid. You know, like the cartoon The Little Mermaid in which they show you some sexy mermaids. I sometimes wished that they had a lower body that was human(you can keep guessing why πŸ˜€ πŸ˜› ). But that was when I was interested more in cartoons and the female anatomy than the creativity part. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜›

Courtesy: Flickr.com

Courtesy: Flickr.com

So there I was, dreaming away and imagining myself some pretty good fantasies(now I won’t say what kind. πŸ˜› ) when this guy whose seat I was sitting in walked in on my wonderfully landscaped dream. I cursed him under my breath and moved over to my seat. My mom had woken up by now and was reading a Tamil book. A pity I don’t know how to read Tamil fluently, otherwise I could have borrowed the book. But I had far bigger things in store for me. I couldn’t let a simple thing like boredom get the better of me. So I turned to my left to see a lady in her late 20’s sitting with her 4 or so year old daughter next to me. The kid was actually throwing a tantrum that she wanted to sit with her father. The father actually looked so tired that I thought he would drop down unconscious if he didn’t get some sleep.

Now the mom understood this and tried her best to keep her daughter with herself. I actually pitied the woman, because the kid was actually pulling her mom’s hair with quite a good amount of force. That was when I realized that the lady could use a hand. I tried to distract the girl by smiling at her. She quieted down all of a sudden. I bet she thought I was some pedophile πŸ™‚ Whatever it was, the kid at least let go of her mom’s hair and mellowed down.

This was when I started looking at all my fellow-travelers πŸ˜› πŸ˜€ . There were all kinds of people. The I am ok with anything kind of people (me and my mom), the family to which the lady and the girl belonged to, the show-offs/wannabe’s who think the world is too shoddy for them; and then there were the middle-aged couple who were trying to make small talk with their fellow-travelers. πŸ˜€ I spent the rest of the time talking with them and the lady. I was also occasionally trying my best to annoy the wannabe sitting next to me by talking so loudly that he could hear me over the loud music playing on his headphones. The rest of the journey went by pretty much the same way.

And that was when I got the idea that I should write a post about that journey. And so, here I am narrating to you in the best possible way I could; the journey from Chennai to Bangalore in Lalbagh Express. I want to make a note here. I got the initiative to turn a most boring thing like a train journey into totally exciting adventure by thinking of Dinesh’s blog. I learned that lesson and wish that other people who read this article learn it too. πŸ™‚ Saying that, I promise you that I will be writing new posts without giving too much of an interval between them. Signing off, Pavan a.k.a AnniYan. πŸ™‚

June 8, 2009 at 11:24 PM 18 comments

HaSaRd

Hello folks! How have you been? You might be wondering what the title of this post means. Most of you would even think its a typo. Don’t say you didn’t think so! πŸ˜€ Anyway, for the geniuses who know what it means, I guess I wouldn’t need to explain. But for us other idiots(yes, even I didn’t know what it meant before searching for a title to write this post πŸ˜€ ), Hasard in French, means Random. Cool title huh? πŸ˜€

Random - by Pavan

Random - by Pavan

Anyway, the main reason I wrote this post was to show the world what it meant to be completely random. To be completely un-scheduled. πŸ™‚ Yes, it is a wonderful feeling. Starting past Wednesday, I have carried myself in a completely random manner. First there was an unplanned 20 Km drive on my bike to my friend’s place, just because I was bored to death. πŸ˜€ And the next day, I went in the opposite direction. But I didn’t cover that much distance as I did the previous day. πŸ™‚ It was absolutely exhilarating. πŸ™‚

On Friday evening, my parents and I were supposed to catch a train to leave to my cousin’s engagement. But the whole day, I was acting like nothing at all had been planned. And in the last half hour, I did my packing and left with my parents. πŸ™‚ The train journey was the most horrible one in my entire life. The quality of the seats was SO good, that I almost puked when I saw it. No, really. I have traveled in General compartment, which doesn’t require prior reservations. But even that was better than this particular journey.

The following couple of days went by in a blur where I was helping with the errands and chores for the function. The return journey was comparatively better. And so, I was in Bangalore eventually. πŸ™‚ Ah! Home sweet home! πŸ™‚ I did whatever I felt like doing the past couple of days too. And there ends my Random Week. πŸ™‚

Now that I have recounted whatever I went through, I would like to share a thought with you guys. Take some time off and do something unplanned. Give yourself a break from the monotonous lifestyle. Have fun and carry on. πŸ™‚ And oh! The most important point. DO NOT get carried away and get stuck in the randomness. πŸ™‚ It is just a break. You have to continue with your life without the randomness. But once in a while is a good thing. It means you are still there and not drowned out in the machine-like world that we nowadays have. πŸ™‚ Signing off and continuing with other non-random things, Pavan a.k.a Anniyan. πŸ˜€ πŸ™‚

March 25, 2009 at 11:30 AM 19 comments

A.I.-nalysis

Today morning, I read Su’s post on a chatter bot. You can find out more about chat-bots, or chatter bots here. What I always do when I find a chatter-bot, is that I want to confuse it. Even while abiding by the conditions one needs to follow when talking to a bot. The conversation was something enlightening. I will post the whole conversation between me and MyBot. And I will also list out what I found out, and where. πŸ™‚ This is just my way of proving we are better than the machines. πŸ™‚ I know I am nothing but a stupid critic who can’t come up with something similar. But, I guess I have more fun in pointing out the faults of technology. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜› Here goes.

MyBot says:
Welcome to the world of artificial intelligence. Are you a registered user?
Pavan says:
Apparently not.
MyBot says:
In this case, I assume you came here for your own MyBot, right?
This is the answer it is supposed to give if the answer resembles a no. πŸ™‚

March 13, 2009 at 12:33 PM 24 comments

Emote-ed

Hi to you all! I am back here after a very long gap. Thanks to SU, I felt utterly guilty to have brought my blog to near extinction. πŸ™‚ That has driven me to write a post just like the wind does, the clouds. Now enough with the chit chat. On to the real deal. Or should I say, “Reel deal”? πŸ˜› I used the quotes for a reason. πŸ™‚ Did you see the most visible title of this post? Of course you have. πŸ™‚

Anyway, has anyone of you felt that someone is hiding their emotions? Most people would answer yes to this question. Now why would people want to hide their emotions? Aren’t we the ones who want to be more expressive? Ok. I know I am asking too many questions and not giving any answers. So here goes. People hide their emotions mostly because of an insecure feeling. This is a topic that will take up another whole post if I start talking about it. So to conserve space and to save all of you from much irritation, I won’t discuss it now. But one thing is very confusing. People who don’t feel insecure also hide their emotions from many people. Why is this done?

The answer is simple. If we were to keep ourselves transparent to the world, we would naught but be thought to be too expressive. If anyone asks me why and from whom they should hide their emotions from, I would tell them two things. The answer to the why could be because you don’t care what a person thinks of you. Another reason would be because you want yourself to be unpredictable by another person. There are many advantages as well as disadvantages to the second reason, which I would do better than to mention now.

So moving on to the second question. Whom should I hide my emotions from? This question can be a little difficult to answer. The simplest answer is that you feel things would be better off without letting the other person know what you feel about something. An example would be your boss. You don’t want him/her to know what you feel about something. That could put you or your accomplices in some cases, πŸ˜€ in a huge mess. An emotion well hidden from the right person is the right answer to a huge problem. πŸ™‚ Who else should I hide it from? Definitely not from people you care about or people that care about you. I think that statement was pretty clear and needs no more explaining.

Finally, I want to say that we need to think twice before we express our emotions anywhere. The wrong emotion at the wrong place could wreak unforeseen havoc throughout any sane man/woman’s mind. I am browsing through this topic without going into it too deep for the reason that all that what I have said in this post are things what I feel. If anyone feels otherwise, this blog is always open to your feedback. And finally, its good to be back. πŸ™‚ Signing off, Pavan a.k.a Anniyan.

PS: This is the 50th post on Care To Take A Look? This is a huge milestone for me as I am also only 4 comments away from the 1000 mark. πŸ™‚ I thank all of you who took their time to go through this blog and leave your valuable comments in it. πŸ™‚

March 9, 2009 at 1:05 AM 12 comments

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