The walk out and the 7 hour tale.

So,

we start of today , expecting it to be the usual saturday .

I lazed around. Got up by 6:45 and lazed around more and finally forced myself into the bathroom by 7 for a 7:30 cab to office.

we expected 4 hours of math only to find that one of the most incompetent teachers stand in front of class before we got in.

our names he called . As i searched, i saw a happy 36 on the paper and so did the others. We got some corrections done on Zum's and Bash's paper and did the one best thing of the day.

we took my camera bag .. and walked out.

"The Walk Out"

Thus started the 7 continuous hours of bunkage. We started off sitting in the balcony of the 2nd floor block , talking , reminiscing and just listening to songs.
*click click*

Which was then followed on by a move to the 1st floor and talks about first impressions of the others and some Elaichi tea, Green Tea and some Badam Milk.

*more boredom*

Which was then followed by random moving around in the block (thanks to some 2 peoples who didnt get their IDs), stinks, laughs and more moving around

*stomach growls*

Food. Food. Food. we went.

*bad expression*

Food ? Food ? Food ? We went.

Current time - 2:00 PM ; No. Of hours bunked = 4 + 1Hr Lunch ; Next Class = POM ; Duration = 2 Hours ;

Decision?

DP: Lets go.
Kee: No.
S Kun: No.
Gugu: No.
Bash: *in the bus*
Rd: *in another world*
Zum: *in another world*

DP: Lets go.
Kee: Lets play some game na
S Kun: *starts playing with his cards*
Gugu: *Calls his brother*

DP: Coming or not, i'm going.
Kee: Hey lets play 'andhar baahar'
S Kun: Hey guys, new trick check it out *shows*
Gugu: "OK, will call you later kano. bye"

DP: meh. *sits, angry*
Kee + S Kun + Gugu: *start playing andhar baahar sitting on the floor of SAP labs*

List of games played in Next 2 hours:
Catch the card
Paper Ball Cricket
Paper Chur Chand
Dumb C
Hide from the professor whos class you just bunked

End Result: FUN.

"The 7 Hours"

--part 2 coming up--

The bunch

 Ever felt lonely ?
Ever felt New ?
Ever felt that you would love to get the hell away from a place ?

Maybe you have, maybe you havent. But i tell you - I have. And it doesnt feel nice at all.

it hurts the hell out of your mind.
it pains you all the way down to your roots.

and inccidently, no one can help you with that. You just have to find some way to get over it.

Mine, was the bunch.

Kee, Bash, rd, Cutie, Dp, Zum. The bunch, MY bunch.

Its 2 months and 11 days since i started and i feel at home at work.

Is it just me or is there an irony hidden somewhere there ? Home at work.

More like an oxymoron. But for me, i enjoy both - Irony's and Oxymorons.

Oxymorons? Meh. They're just a bunch of morons who made life for me so much simpler.

This post today is dedicated to each of those morons in my bunch.

One i cant be without confiding in.
One i cant be without being teased by
One i cant be without trying to follow what is being said
One i cant be without all the learnings
One i cant be without the silence
One i cant be without the competition.

You know who you are. You know what you mean to me. You know i care.

You guys are awesome.

There will be individual posts coming up. Till then hang on to your pant/ie(s).

A terribute

 Part 1

Today, i feel like writing this (i hope) 2 part series on a tribute that i want to give to a certain friend of mine. He's already been introduced and i dont really know what i will be able to do not knowing that in just a couple of days i will not be breathing the air with the same composition as him.

He's the second friend that i had when i started college but the first one i truly opened up to. I even remember, i was leaving to bengaluru after becoming friends with him, and i texted him a goodbye for now and said "I enjoy your company mate, hope we can be friends" and he said "Me too!!! (mind you, 3 exclamations) You're a really nice guy and  a real good help during class", i looked at that and laughed and didnt know then that it was the beginning of truly one of the best friendships of my life

I've never felt wierd around this guy.
I've never felt out of place
I've never felt that i couldnt share
I've never felt that i wanted to keep something from him
I've never felt that i want to stop listening to him
I've never felt any of the things that i thought i'd feel when i saw him
I've never felt less challenged around him
I've never felt that he's left me alone
I've never felt that me and him were never born on the same continent
I've never felt that we never shared a time zone
I've never felt that he's elder to me (bah, who cares)
I've never felt that we dont share faith
I've never not liked his music, though i say so
I've never not enjoyed his useless renditions of normal conversations .. Music'd
I've never ..

I've always felt we had a connection
I've always felt that i could be myself around him
I've always felt that i could tell him any crap though he'd close his ear
I've always felt inspired
I've always felt motivated
I've always felt challenged
I've always felt protected during the "ragging" hoaxes
I've always enjoyed his useless jokes , and yes i get them 10 minutes later
I've always hated his style of code
I've always loved his way of thinking
I've always admired his patience
I've always been calmed
I've always..

I'm sure you know who you are.

And if you readers dont know who i'm talking about .. Buzz off, you dont even know me then ! o_O

No matter how much you hate me for not giving the ball to him. "I Caught It!"

Google Command Line

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Uber awesome. No more going all the way to blogger to post. Write on Q10, Post via googlecl ! :)

End, of a fucking age

I've told this to you before, and i'm telling this to you again - "Dont die"

We met about two and a half years ago. Back then, lets face it - we were each other's way to pass of time. But today .. when i'ma see you go into those doors and a stoopid baricade keeps me from bumpin wrists , i come to realize something.

These three years have hands down been the best years of my life. I've had the most fun in my life in these 3 years. Be it me yelling at you for a button1.click() event or you saying the dreaded "dont piss me off now" , theres always been something that told me that we're a good team.

we're a darned good team i say. A darned good one.

All these 3 years we lied to the department to get out of class, didnt submit assignments (oh well, that was just me), bunked classes (which was followed by me calling my dad), won competitions, mauled some arse in cs .. i now see a pattern .. in all those things we did, there was a "we"

we hate each other - true.
we despise each other - true.

but i'm glad its we.

and now .. i dont want to say it .. but for both me and you, its going to be I

I conned the google dudes.
I got my first piece of code into the SAP erp software
I made a video
I learnt a new language
I got featured by cuso
I made a kernel
I
I
I
.
.

why ?

I dont like I
in fact, i prefer We

let me say something ..

I dont care if you're @ google
I dont care if you come up with 1000 new concepts
I dont care if i become a coding god
I dont care if you get featured
I dont care if i build an os
I dont care
I dont
I
.
.
We
We will live
We will build an os
We will get featured
We will come up with 1000 new concepts
We will make T2 designs what its supposed to be
We will make I into We because I stands alone, but We has a companion.


I really dont know what i'm trying to say here . Lets just say i'm Low. Not high, Low.

I guess what i'm really trying to say is ..

I'll miss you.
Now get lost and do your job.

Dont you dare forget me. Dont you dare forget the promise. Dont you dare forget T2.

Dont you dare
.
.
.
think that its the end of a fucking age.

because its like our mahan SRK says "Picture abhi bhaki hai mere dost!"

—

Go to google.
have fun.
become HR
do what needs to be done

just dont forget,

the fun times
Loyola
Medu vada dude
LFF
Department of computer science
Rollcall
CSI
A walk to remember
Andaroo
Jerence
Vivel Videsh Vijesh Vivizi or Vivek
Terry
Sam
or me
the cons
the pranks
the jokes
the memories
the classrooms
the cards

just dont.

*Music plays*

We may live Km's apart

But I will be We
and thats how its meant to be.

Alfred Jerome Lazarus, googler,
Bye for now.