BIODIESEL...HIC! : RELOADED

It had all begun on thursday.
At a loss of things to do in these extended vacations, me and Sahil took up a paper presentation on 'Biodiesel as an alternative fuel' for a competition to be held at Sri Venkateshwara college (SVC).
We got down to actual work on saturday evening; beginning with filtering the data that both of us had compiled over the previous two days. By sunday midnight, we were done...and we had the satisfaction of having put in a sincere effort.
It paid off.
First prize.
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Please come back.
1>> I dont have anyone to kick in the morning to wake him up.
2>> No one to fight with over who goes out to buy the milk, fills the water bottles and cleans the kettle.
3>> Nobody to tell to shut up.
4>> I did not bring Roasted peanuts. Its your duty to get them for me.(Yeah; i did bring aloo-bhujiya which is almost over. :-P)
5>> Nobody tries to seduce me now.
6>> Nobody to discuss the intricasies of life with a cup of coffee at 3 in the night.
7>> Nobody to help steal the milk powder from Nikhil's jar.
8>> No reason to say our fav : "hum hain..." ;-)

crap aside,
SAALE HANDWASH KO KYON LOCK KAR KE GAYA HARAMI??
jaldi vaapas aa...i hate using soap!
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BIODIESEL...HIC!

I got to learn something today.
Something significant.
You hear people talk about working for hours and feeling they could have worked more. Working because work does not feel like its namesake. I always had this standard thought for such people: go to hell.
Today changed that perception.
Working on this presentation for a competition at venkatshwara (I hate the term 'venky'..dont know why, but somehow reminds me of an oily burger), i did not realize how time passed. Its about midnight, and though i am a bit fed up with it, the overall process has been wonderful.
Considering the lack of time (and sleep) that i'm facing right now, more on this to follow.
Goodnight world.

Happy independence..oops..republic day

Its 12:07. The phone oscillates madly.
"hey ppl! Its d republic day! v'r indianz! lets celebrate it! I'm proud to be an indian! Jai hind!!"
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Whoa. Take it easy brother. Patriotism generally finds an outlet only on these selective days when we get a day off; and when the day off is compounded with a hugely extended weekend, patriotism overflows. But considering that neither am i particularly patriotic nor glad that there is another day off, such messages do one vital thing - piss me off.
When i say i am not patriotic, i also say that i dont hate my country either. Just that the notions of 'motherland' and 'swades' dont go down well with me. And i'm very sure i would have been equally non-patriotic--if i may use the term--had i been born in some other country. When you say you love your country, what do you mean? Do you love that one page map in the atlas? or do you love the boundaries that require a passport to cross? Our forefathers were patriotic. They loved their motherland. For a typical person living in, say, Karnataka before the partition patriotism would mean the love for India.
After partition, however, the love is restricted to the territory left behind by our holy neighbours. Keep dividing; keep reallocating the territory..remove Haryana..Punjab..Uttaranchal..and with each successive division the area being 'loved' would keep diminishing. Hail the patriot who loves his motherland! only that his mother may have been born in a land that now belongs to someone else..but hail the patriot nevertheless! for he's the one warrior..who'll love the motherland till he dies..however so you may divide it...keep dividing..and you reach till his city..his colony..his block..his road..his house..his room..his...okay; lets spare the gory details..so come on...shout it out loud..HAIL THE PATRIOT..FOR HE'S THE WARRIOR...HE LOVES HIS MOTHERLAND..

P.S. : Ever heard of Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam? Try it out brother. Helps. And you dont need to send out SMSes celebrating it too.

There i go again..

If contemplating earned something, i'd outdo Bill Gates.
ACT!
All i've been doing is think, think and think some more.
Contemplating writing stuff.
And there has been so much. The pilani trip..the hangover..shifting to the hostel..histrionica..14-odd dramatics competitions..8 wins..all those fights with Ankur on whether the hindi stage or the street play is doing better..joining the debating society..vacations followed by the internal examinations to name a few.
And i'v contemplated writing about all of these.
Act.
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