Firstly, as you see, the blog is dying and well i can say it is dead....Nobody but me, is trying its best to keep it alive......but i will as i said i will...
Secondly,
Its more than what i thought it would be. Mr. Xabp, if by any chance you are reading it, life has changed drastically out here, after you left. Your theories and then modified innovative ideas of us, well, they are smoked into a pile of dust (your roomies were the first to do that, by the way), none the less, there is nobody to push up the system-of-ideas. Just one word. Gone.GONE.
Pathetic. I am tuned into myself these days. Shortly there is this idea that i will share.....
So thanks anyway,
Take a bow.....
The Viento
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
Saturday, 6 August 2011
Whats in for me??
Quantum is underway and i am way too excited. Last chance and perhaps the deciding semester. Physics or Biology... Well, biology gives me this inside feeling and every time i read about an experiment or read a paper. Its obsessive and well very extensive and with physics it adds up the spice. The profs of bio are awesome (exception this semester) You look around and you feel the world is precisely a biological process and with physics it makes it much more easy. Physics is interesting, physics is gapingly awesome, physics is passion and madness. Biology is silent, true, more faithful, and is an obsession once it gets into your blood. Truly, it is and both compliment each other perfectly. I had always loved physics or i had thought, but in fact its not physics which i had always loved. Its the largest and the smallest explanations of the largest and the smallest thing present in this universe. Before coming here, it was physics which i had acquainted myself with to explain the tiniest and the biggest explanation. But then, there stands biology giving the best possible explanation you would get in the entirety, that eats your heart with passion and obsession. well, lets hope for the best.
Take a bow,
The Viento
Take a bow,
The Viento
Monday, 25 July 2011
This is insane....IISER K has gone crazy.
You can't just sit back and watch now! But still it hits me like a bullet to see most of our friends not with us.. IISER can't do this. They can't detain anyone for one single subject. THIS IS EXCRUCIATINGLY PAINFUL AND UTTERLY INSANE. And that too even of a person who has pointer as high as 7!!! How can they do this?? Half of our class...your life will be screwed if this happens!
Man, this thing has saddened me. IISER K will be then called like "institute-to-get-screwed".
Anyone out here, do you agree with the word called "detained"............
We need to talk...........
Who's with me??
Please we need support..
The Viento
Man, this thing has saddened me. IISER K will be then called like "institute-to-get-screwed".
Anyone out here, do you agree with the word called "detained"............
We need to talk...........
Who's with me??
Please we need support..
The Viento
Sunday, 24 July 2011
How not to live your life @IISER Kolkata : Act Two
Holler m'fuckas (/Greetings, Ladies)! Time for another discourse, a lesson for life, a priceless nugget of information emerging from within the depths of the ocean of drivel you float around in. Or, as eloquently put by The Viento, do the rest of my bitching over here.
I hadn't planned on the order of my lessons in HNTLYL101 (hints, anyone?), so this post will seem anachronistic. But hell, you'll 'get a life' for reading this. So, lend me your imagination for a while (money is a perfect substitute, though).
Lesson 1: Never categorize people @APC ROY into
a. Roommates, and people who you'd consider sharing a bed with
b. People next door, and on the floor above with high-speed internet connections
c. Sanmoy Mandal, and his elk. (which surprisingly has had only one distinguished hall-of-famer till date)
The what, and the why : See, category a and category c are pretty relevant sub-divisions of the 'Batch-mates you're bothered with' branch. They'll help you lay down a consistent protocol for communication with people around you. Presented with an infuriating 70 odd candidates to live out your fantasy of squeezing toothpaste into someone's pants while they're blissfully asleep, or have a who's-got-game-bitches competition at bathing time @bathrooms, you'll be better equipped to filter out the dross and the mundane, and embark on the aforesaid adventures with like-minded fellows.
It's category b, that kinda 'lured me down the path of sin'. Legendary story, though, that one. It had tropes on friendship, revenge and redemption. Throw in some drama, the 'twist', a big showdown, and the bit about a geeky kid with a laptop who's actions fall into the moral grey area - and you have the makings of a bestseller. I'll save recounting it for sometime later, though!
The aftermath saw me lose out on a couple of friends (forever?). But I try stacking it up against the awesomeness of the whole thing, and it stops giving answers.
Remedy : Just relabel category b as 'People next door, and on the floor above with high-speed internet connections I won't steal internet-access from', and you should do just fine. Ooh, and just so you don't fall into a similar classification, try and come up with something more imaginative for a password. (Example, if your WLAN's called World Wide Item, meriitem as a WEP passkey would probably be a bad idea. How bad? 8 hours, 23 minutes on a 29-line python script ;)
Go home, chew on that.
Cheers,
Abhinandan.
p.s. I think now would be a good time to apologise for keeping category a in the dark about http://www.iiit.ac.in/admissions/undergraduate/ntsekvpyselected . I chose CND over CSD, and will now pursue a B.Tech in Computer Science and MS by research in Computational Natural Sciences (folks, we're looking at Quantum Computation here) over the next five years at IIIT-Hyderabad.
Also, please direct your attempts at sending me down a guilt-trip towards my project mentors at IIT-Delhi, and later at DIPR. Had it not been for those two amazingly wonderful pieces of code I wrote over the summer (and IISER's assessment of my end-sem project - surprise! it wasn't burning_trees.py), I'd never had dragged myself out of the self-loathing rut I'd slipped into. It wasn't exactly fun to be me :P
To everyone who matters, be happy for me.
I hadn't planned on the order of my lessons in HNTLYL101 (hints, anyone?), so this post will seem anachronistic. But hell, you'll 'get a life' for reading this. So, lend me your imagination for a while (money is a perfect substitute, though).
Lesson 1: Never categorize people @APC ROY into
a. Roommates, and people who you'd consider sharing a bed with
b. People next door, and on the floor above with high-speed internet connections
c. Sanmoy Mandal, and his elk. (which surprisingly has had only one distinguished hall-of-famer till date)
The what, and the why : See, category a and category c are pretty relevant sub-divisions of the 'Batch-mates you're bothered with' branch. They'll help you lay down a consistent protocol for communication with people around you. Presented with an infuriating 70 odd candidates to live out your fantasy of squeezing toothpaste into someone's pants while they're blissfully asleep, or have a who's-got-game-bitches competition at bathing time @bathrooms, you'll be better equipped to filter out the dross and the mundane, and embark on the aforesaid adventures with like-minded fellows.
It's category b, that kinda 'lured me down the path of sin'. Legendary story, though, that one. It had tropes on friendship, revenge and redemption. Throw in some drama, the 'twist', a big showdown, and the bit about a geeky kid with a laptop who's actions fall into the moral grey area - and you have the makings of a bestseller. I'll save recounting it for sometime later, though!
The aftermath saw me lose out on a couple of friends (forever?). But I try stacking it up against the awesomeness of the whole thing, and it stops giving answers.
Remedy : Just relabel category b as 'People next door, and on the floor above with high-speed internet connections I won't steal internet-access from', and you should do just fine. Ooh, and just so you don't fall into a similar classification, try and come up with something more imaginative for a password. (Example, if your WLAN's called World Wide Item, meriitem as a WEP passkey would probably be a bad idea. How bad? 8 hours, 23 minutes on a 29-line python script ;)
Go home, chew on that.
Cheers,
Abhinandan.
p.s. I think now would be a good time to apologise for keeping category a in the dark about http://www.iiit.ac.in/admissions/undergraduate/ntsekvpyselected . I chose CND over CSD, and will now pursue a B.Tech in Computer Science and MS by research in Computational Natural Sciences (folks, we're looking at Quantum Computation here) over the next five years at IIIT-Hyderabad.
Also, please direct your attempts at sending me down a guilt-trip towards my project mentors at IIT-Delhi, and later at DIPR. Had it not been for those two amazingly wonderful pieces of code I wrote over the summer (and IISER's assessment of my end-sem project - surprise! it wasn't burning_trees.py), I'd never had dragged myself out of the self-loathing rut I'd slipped into. It wasn't exactly fun to be me :P
To everyone who matters, be happy for me.
Saturday, 23 July 2011
You can't go..
Before i start crying along, well, i will surely miss you, Panigrahi! Being just frank, so no big issues right? screw the earlier blog that i had posted. noffence, but, i wish you never got there...man, dont go! Please, heartiest request!. You're one of those who make iiser possible! come on man, you have got a big bright future out here! Shit! Asshole! Why do you have to do this??
Come'on, we need you, in a zillion ways possible, and those are just petty thing that now i am crying for! Asshole, you said you'd comeback! Atleast, you were and will be always my first love! Come'on now, change your mind!
Your craziest ideas, your fascinating views, inspire us all! Dude, the counter strike legacy and yes the fifa thingy, you can't just leave us like that! No shithole, you can't! fuck you!
Fuck you!
Come home..
The Viento
Come'on, we need you, in a zillion ways possible, and those are just petty thing that now i am crying for! Asshole, you said you'd comeback! Atleast, you were and will be always my first love! Come'on now, change your mind!
Your craziest ideas, your fascinating views, inspire us all! Dude, the counter strike legacy and yes the fifa thingy, you can't just leave us like that! No shithole, you can't! fuck you!
Fuck you!
Come home..
The Viento
Thursday, 21 July 2011
So it goes like this....
Enough of your ruddy good-for-loser's shit!! YOU, Hey You, i am talking to you XAAbhinandan, abhinandan or whichever bitch' name you would like to hear...You are more than a loony mommy than a papa...Real Papas don't bitch about.....eh!
Tell me!! How the hell can you act so saintly over the phone? Acting so saintly but then with your bestowed upon the good but yet so vile and hollow speeches(did you hear that, yes shit!!! Or Shall i say again? )But then you do the rest of your bitching over here, i presume?? Watch out, he goes here again!!
But then don't dare to be "soulful" (reply...though i can be, but never you....get it??) ...your blog was trying-to-be-me comeback!! But then, ahem.... (in a whisper.... "pitiable"...!) :D :D
No offence !!
But was a stupid pale rhetoric ( Oh yes, but it was!!)
Take a bow,
The Viento
Tell me!! How the hell can you act so saintly over the phone? Acting so saintly but then with your bestowed upon the good but yet so vile and hollow speeches(did you hear that, yes shit!!! Or Shall i say again? )But then you do the rest of your bitching over here, i presume?? Watch out, he goes here again!!
But then don't dare to be "soulful" (reply...though i can be, but never you....get it??) ...your blog was trying-to-be-me comeback!! But then, ahem.... (in a whisper.... "pitiable"...!) :D :D
No offence !!
But was a stupid pale rhetoric ( Oh yes, but it was!!)
Take a bow,
The Viento
How not to live your life @IISER-Kolkata - Act one
That's right bitches. Papa's home.
Jog along, you lil' wimps. You, HEY I'M TALKING TO YOU VIENTO, off the fuckin' stage. And where's that fat kid? INTROVERT? You there, boy? There's Dreamer, all goody-two-shoes sitting there, with perfect posture - ah, my boy's showing me some respect - See, you lot? Now gather around, papa's got news.
Before I lose control of what I'm writing, Sandipan Dasgupta, I love you. You never cease to surprise. You're special, boy. This is God telling you (yeah I'm allowed to assume whichever roles I want to. move on.) to have fun in Seoul! Screw the camp, screw 'em babes. Whatever. Have fun, buddy. And if you can, give them oriental gals 'The Look'(c)SDG. You know 'The Look'(c)SDG I'm talking about... Let no female that dare falls into your view escape clothed, in your mind, as well as hers :P (you may, however exercise quality control) Mothers lock up your daughters, daughters lock up your mothers - the Lord of Lewd is on the loose!
Rajarshi Bhattacharya, as much as you'd hate to deny this, you owe me. When I 'accidentally' ripped apart your plumbing connections, I set in chain a series of events that would culminate in you setting off for a special journey. Just don't forget to give 'em Raj, dude. He's still in fashion outside of India. :P Try and visit the stadium where one of the best-WC-finals-ever happened, man. And pay my tribute to the vanquished. RIP, my fond memories of Germany, Class of '02.
Yeah, now that we have that dross all cleared up, let's get down to business, shall we? Or maybe we'll do that in Act two.
Cheers,
Abhinandan.
*lights out. curtains fall.*
---Oh, and can we please stop being so nice? You're very soulful, Viento. Ah yes, the feelings are mutual, Dreamer. *trills* How about, Yay biyatch! you're finally getting rid of that hag! (and get out of the hut) or, something sombre too, like... Baibhaou, WHAT IS UP? Careful, now. You don't want cat-fights in the new batch, do you (yes!yes!yes!)?
Did somebody upgrade themselves to version 2.0 in the summer?
---
Jog along, you lil' wimps. You, HEY I'M TALKING TO YOU VIENTO, off the fuckin' stage. And where's that fat kid? INTROVERT? You there, boy? There's Dreamer, all goody-two-shoes sitting there, with perfect posture - ah, my boy's showing me some respect - See, you lot? Now gather around, papa's got news.
Before I lose control of what I'm writing, Sandipan Dasgupta, I love you. You never cease to surprise. You're special, boy. This is God telling you (yeah I'm allowed to assume whichever roles I want to. move on.) to have fun in Seoul! Screw the camp, screw 'em babes. Whatever. Have fun, buddy. And if you can, give them oriental gals 'The Look'(c)SDG. You know 'The Look'(c)SDG I'm talking about... Let no female that dare falls into your view escape clothed, in your mind, as well as hers :P (you may, however exercise quality control) Mothers lock up your daughters, daughters lock up your mothers - the Lord of Lewd is on the loose!
Rajarshi Bhattacharya, as much as you'd hate to deny this, you owe me. When I 'accidentally' ripped apart your plumbing connections, I set in chain a series of events that would culminate in you setting off for a special journey. Just don't forget to give 'em Raj, dude. He's still in fashion outside of India. :P Try and visit the stadium where one of the best-WC-finals-ever happened, man. And pay my tribute to the vanquished. RIP, my fond memories of Germany, Class of '02.
Yeah, now that we have that dross all cleared up, let's get down to business, shall we? Or maybe we'll do that in Act two.
Cheers,
Abhinandan.
*lights out. curtains fall.*
---Oh, and can we please stop being so nice? You're very soulful, Viento. Ah yes, the feelings are mutual, Dreamer. *trills* How about, Yay biyatch! you're finally getting rid of that hag! (and get out of the hut) or, something sombre too, like... Baibhaou, WHAT IS UP? Careful, now. You don't want cat-fights in the new batch, do you (yes!yes!yes!)?
Did somebody upgrade themselves to version 2.0 in the summer?
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