Ahoy there..
Been a while again, my apologies....it was the damn internet connection. What with commuting 5 hours a day and all the remaining work I didn't have time to get it fixed. All's taken care of now, so...........here I am!
This past month has been a tad eventful. I went to a couple of symposiums and discovered that I am as knowledgeable about engineering as a dog's flea bitten ass. Needless to say, it was very morale-boosting to know that.
I've been suffering from a kind of writer's block lately, since it's been such a long time, and I haven't written anything concrete. This applies to my exams also, although I manage to concoct some wild theories of my own, based on the combination of my irrefutable sense of 'alternative' logic and pure, unabashed, spontaneous stupidity. It's often that I'd be doing the proverbial 'laugh till you fart your pants all the way to Jupiter' routine upon reading my answer papers...and to top it all, I'll be getting anywhere between 70s and even 90s out of 100. Maybe the prof was high while checking the papers...who knows? Who cares?
Anyway, there was this one incident where I was back to my blundering idiot mode...
March 16, 2012
It was a morning of stifled yawns of barely stifled farts. The electricity had been out almost the whole night, and I just couldn't sleep. I somehow dragged myself to the bathroom and bathed after brushing and shaving....
After my small breakfast of oats, a couple of sandwiches and a rotting banana peel, I stumbled out of the house. Half asleep, I cycled till the main gate, dismounted and parked the bicycle(BSA Ladybird) with a skid near a dog's grumpy face. After being chased for 20 m or so I crossed the road and walked till the bus stand, wide awake at last..
Not for long, though..
Once in the bus, the spinning stupor returned, possessing me for the entire route. Fortunately, the last stop was my destination. I got down and sleepwalked till the platform and dumped myself onto an empty seat on the local train. You're probably wondering how come I found an empty seat in a local train....well, it was 7 in the morning. I unceremoniously flung my bag onto the luggage rack overhead, fell asleep almost instantaneously........
I woke up.
It was 8:20.
I missed my station.
oooooooooooooooooooooooh crap.
I sprang up, slid the bag from the luggage rack, and quickly got off at the next station.
Something is wrong, my sixth sense told me....
Why does my bag feel so light?...I'd brought a shitload of books to return to the library...
I got the answer soon enough...it wasn't my bag.
Like the cliched movie scenes, just then the train left the platform.
oooooooooooooooooooooooh crap.
I opened the bag and found a fat wallet in a plastic bag. Enter devilish grin.
I realise that the other person would probably register a case of theft when he realises what happened. Devilish grin vanishes immediately.
With a Shahrukh-esque expression on my face, I head for the station master.
There is no station master.
I dial the guy's number, which I got from the wallet.
"hello?"
"kaskhajh"
"I got your bag by mista-"
"asjagsdjgjg asdlkjuiyuiweyjgjhgagdnbn akdkahkdsuuysudyjghjg"
(It's all Greek (tamil) to me)
oooooooooooooooooooooooh crap.
I take the next train to the last stop and visit the railway police station.
I hand them the bag and file the report, before one can be filed against me.
Two hours later, I get my bag back. Report retracted.....whew..
I take the next train back.
I reach the college.
oooooooooooooooooooooooh crap.(I HATE my college)
The End.
Yesterday was my birthday.
With my financial situation and otherwise, I had never been to a pub before. My bro told me to meet up at a pub he got to know about, after college. I did so, but couldn't reach soon enough...I missed the stand up comedy and a few of the songs by the visiting band...Molotov Cocktails.
It was nice though....They still played a few songs after I dropped in. Alive by Pearl Jam, two more that I don't know, and for a nice finishing touch, Killing In the Name by Rage Against The Machines.....nice band.
Plus....FREE BEER!!!!!!!
After that, I had a nice dinner at a restaurant near our place with my bro and mom...
All in all, a nice birthday experience after a looooooooooooooooooooooooong time.
Cheers!
This is the Alcoholic Toddler signing off.
Been a while again, my apologies....it was the damn internet connection. What with commuting 5 hours a day and all the remaining work I didn't have time to get it fixed. All's taken care of now, so...........here I am!
This past month has been a tad eventful. I went to a couple of symposiums and discovered that I am as knowledgeable about engineering as a dog's flea bitten ass. Needless to say, it was very morale-boosting to know that.
I've been suffering from a kind of writer's block lately, since it's been such a long time, and I haven't written anything concrete. This applies to my exams also, although I manage to concoct some wild theories of my own, based on the combination of my irrefutable sense of 'alternative' logic and pure, unabashed, spontaneous stupidity. It's often that I'd be doing the proverbial 'laugh till you fart your pants all the way to Jupiter' routine upon reading my answer papers...and to top it all, I'll be getting anywhere between 70s and even 90s out of 100. Maybe the prof was high while checking the papers...who knows? Who cares?
Anyway, there was this one incident where I was back to my blundering idiot mode...
March 16, 2012
It was a morning of stifled yawns of barely stifled farts. The electricity had been out almost the whole night, and I just couldn't sleep. I somehow dragged myself to the bathroom and bathed after brushing and shaving....
After my small breakfast of oats, a couple of sandwiches and a rotting banana peel, I stumbled out of the house. Half asleep, I cycled till the main gate, dismounted and parked the bicycle(BSA Ladybird) with a skid near a dog's grumpy face. After being chased for 20 m or so I crossed the road and walked till the bus stand, wide awake at last..
Not for long, though..
Once in the bus, the spinning stupor returned, possessing me for the entire route. Fortunately, the last stop was my destination. I got down and sleepwalked till the platform and dumped myself onto an empty seat on the local train. You're probably wondering how come I found an empty seat in a local train....well, it was 7 in the morning. I unceremoniously flung my bag onto the luggage rack overhead, fell asleep almost instantaneously........
I woke up.
It was 8:20.
I missed my station.
oooooooooooooooooooooooh crap.
I sprang up, slid the bag from the luggage rack, and quickly got off at the next station.
Something is wrong, my sixth sense told me....
Why does my bag feel so light?...I'd brought a shitload of books to return to the library...
I got the answer soon enough...it wasn't my bag.
Like the cliched movie scenes, just then the train left the platform.
oooooooooooooooooooooooh crap.
I opened the bag and found a fat wallet in a plastic bag. Enter devilish grin.
I realise that the other person would probably register a case of theft when he realises what happened. Devilish grin vanishes immediately.
With a Shahrukh-esque expression on my face, I head for the station master.
There is no station master.
I dial the guy's number, which I got from the wallet.
"hello?"
"kaskhajh"
"I got your bag by mista-"
"asjagsdjgjg asdlkjuiyuiweyjgjhgagdnbn akdkahkdsuuysudyjghjg"
(It's all Greek (tamil) to me)
oooooooooooooooooooooooh crap.
I take the next train to the last stop and visit the railway police station.
I hand them the bag and file the report, before one can be filed against me.
Two hours later, I get my bag back. Report retracted.....whew..
I take the next train back.
I reach the college.
oooooooooooooooooooooooh crap.(I HATE my college)
The End.
Yesterday was my birthday.
With my financial situation and otherwise, I had never been to a pub before. My bro told me to meet up at a pub he got to know about, after college. I did so, but couldn't reach soon enough...I missed the stand up comedy and a few of the songs by the visiting band...Molotov Cocktails.
It was nice though....They still played a few songs after I dropped in. Alive by Pearl Jam, two more that I don't know, and for a nice finishing touch, Killing In the Name by Rage Against The Machines.....nice band.
Plus....FREE BEER!!!!!!!
After that, I had a nice dinner at a restaurant near our place with my bro and mom...
All in all, a nice birthday experience after a looooooooooooooooooooooooong time.
Cheers!
This is the Alcoholic Toddler signing off.
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