What the ,Who the...

I have a deep appreciation for the guy called Indrajit Hazra,the HT scribe, just because this journo dude resembles me and my screwed mind the most. When I told this dude that I love him , he grossly replied that he loves Spongebob Squarepants. I would have seriously fallen for him had he replied otherwise. Any ways continuing with 'what the, who the....' , I might not have revealed my hidden desire to beat little puppies till now, but now its out in the open. Why..just because they are so cuuuuuuuuuutttttee, damn. I love to beat puppies.


The bot is literally a zoo... Youve got a girraffe, a weasel ,an otter(yes there is one), a pig, cheetal , elephant, kalia, an Owl, a hen , a mouse, a fucked up lizard, what else you can bargain for? Moreover a visit to the zoo is free. These guys play Counterstrike and evaluators strike their marks in the mids. Four/five years on, they will graduate as Btech/Mtech in Counterstrike.Also there is a dude who has got married. Did i forget to mention there is a wild cat as well called Billa.


I am hereby adding posts from my previous blog of my first yr UG:
Hail The King :
I , Vishesh ,King of the world , do hereby wish to tell you my daily story:

Today I woke up with a yawn and the bright summer morning tried to induce responses from my happy part of brain, but a sudden itch on my buttocks nullified that signal due to the destructive interference of the two electric signals.(I do see the world scientifically as Anonymous advised me ). Anyway ,my bad breath invoked negative repulsive responses from my trying-to-sleep roommate.His eyelids start to oscillate with a high frequency whenever he senses anything bad. (I often tell him you should be an anti terrorism officer's dog, why have u come to IIT).Then I give a cruel stare on my knickers (My knickers hate me and have begun to slip out and reveal my modesty during the night). Then I wake up, aroused by the aroma of my underwear laid out on the chair.Now, where is my toothbrush , its not on the bed, neither on the table, Aha, there it is in my roomate's pencil stand.
Brushing you teeth is the most painful process.I need to walk a full 20 meters to go to the bathroom and then insert the brush into my mouth a full2 feet at that.Okay, brushing done but my teeth dont seem to look anyway different (and I request the readers to guess the color themselves.) I then carry on with my shit and then drop a drop of shower water onto my body (kawwa-snaan as my mother calls it). The next 34 minutes go into dressing up(pyjamas and a stupid T-Shirt) for my lectures and adoring my face in the mirror.(after a reality check I ve changed my looks from Mirror-Cracking to Average on my Orkut personal profile).Then ignore my awaiting breakfast and head towards my supersexy-ready -to-roar bicycle parked in the stand.

Venue:lecture hall7
Time:12 minutes late
I humbly oblige my Physics tutor with my gracious presence and like a King, ignore the lowly person's talk ....because he communicates in Hebrew.With my eyelids open only a quarter, the retina does not receive the image of the tutor ..only his shoes are dimly visible.Anyway I tolerate it somehow.After two and half looks at the watch( the half look in despair) I begin to receive audio signals emanating from a metal bell.My mind reacted ultra fast to this signal contrary to the situation a few seconds ago when I was almost asleep.With my brightened eyes I leap off.

Okay ...Phy Class done .Now some real gud fun ---The Practicals..Lets take the physics practical. 'Hmmmm..Its a Thursday mornin, and I m walkin down the Lane, '.....I like this tune very much(Okay it was Sunday all right ) .I have a spring in my steps (reebok) and wearin a terribly weary smile apart from my T-Shirt(stupid remember?).I float down the corriders and arrive inside the lab room to the relief of my labbie.The TA gives me a quick stare and the others from the group also give a look ...I stare them back(back off , don mess wid me , i'll rip off ur bladders). Okay its the linear AirTrack Linear Momentum experiment. Now I must confess that though the experiment is meant to be done by both the Lab Partners , but my labbie calls me his ghost partner coz the maximum I want to do in Labs is measure lengths and I shrug and rant when asked to do more. I really love to frustrate a person because the look that person gives me eventually is a tremendous satisfacton+motivation 4 me .Okay ,and every TA in the Phy lab xperiments turns out to be huge jerk.And definitely very pecuniary when it comes to marks.Phew , lab done .Lunch time.My chaapu bike is all ready for me.(My bike is the most awesome beauty Ive ever met ).
On my way back to my hostel I like to see ppl and workers going to their homes . The smile on their faces is a tremendous satisfaction plus they add colour to my boring life. I dont like aneebody in my hostel because everybody is a hypocrite(few xceptions though).
I fly back into my garage and I see my roomie giving a cutting-edge smile back..(I can picture this little boy with a similar smile, a hot wife sitting behind him and chunnu n munnu established between them, all facing the sun ..on a creaking bajaj scooter -thirteen years down )...something wrong I wonder?? Yes of course, I am reminded that the dhobi had sincerely requested my roomie to convey that Ive not given the last month bill.I flutter down the floor and arrive in the mess becows the HallCC is always packed and dark(i m bit of (claustro+Enochlo)phobic) .Now-My opinions about the mess food- The food is definitely better than what I expected when I came here.The food is sometimes lajawaab and sometimes so bad that I get repelled by the aroma from far away (especially the laukis) and march towards the canteen. So the opinion averages to OK and sometimes gud.
A gut-gut and burp later , my ass wants sum rest .