Download Link : Oasis Online Quiz 2009
The Oasis Online Quiz 2009 is right now active. You may send me your answers in either .pdf, .doc or .docx format to arun@bits-oasis.org.
Deadline : 27th October 2009, 1200 hours.
Download Link : Oasis Online Quiz 2009
The Oasis Online Quiz 2009 is right now active. You may send me your answers in either .pdf, .doc or .docx format to arun@bits-oasis.org.
Deadline : 27th October 2009, 1200 hours.
Well two things crept up in my mind these few days. The first one was about how Megan Fox is just yet another one of those plastic babes. OMV there are so many of them. By the time I get old I hope it wouldn’t be so costly and dangerous. I might like a cheek lift and a chin modification, some liposuction and melanin-reduction and maybe a scalp treatment. The whole concept of Botilinum toxin (or Botox) is so cool, but I don’t want to lose the flexibility of my skin. But to think of it it sounds like fun. It’s just a small cost for being cool. After all medical science is advancing at such a fast speed, that according to the doctor in the first episode of “It’s Only A Theory”, who’s theory that “The first 1000 year old man may already have been born“, it is quite possible. But his theory got trashed by the panel of delinquent experts. Thanks to Omniscient for downloading that episode, and sorry Bhupy I just kind of hate Megan for being the Sexiest Fake Celebrity of all time.
Plastic surgeons said that she has had two nose jobs, her lips done, Botox on her forehead and around the mouth, and breast implants from a ‘A’ to a large ‘B’. She let her eyebrows grow in, got a tan, has a fabulous make up artist (eliminates freckles), has a better hairstylist, and wardrobe team. She wasn’t that hot in 2004.
“Even I will look good after $100,000 make-over”
So the other thing that caught my immediate interest was this meme called the “Ninjas can’t catch you“. Hosted first on 4chan, I spent my whole day wasting time thinking which one I should put as my wallpaper. Well you decide while I gloat over why I am not able to come up with better posts. CLICK THUMBNAILS FOR LARGER IMAGES.
Courtesy: http://stylefrizz.com, http://4chan.org
Dear friends, believe me when I tell this, Microsoft isn’t going to give you money, so please keep yourself from mailing the millions in your mail-list this unnecessary scam.
Also to add to this are some quite trashy comments which gives it away, because all of them look alike.
Searching for Apurv gangwar leads to this facebook search, poor chap
http://www.facebook.com/people/Apurv-Gangwar/1047334789
Dear friends this is a hoax and it would be better if you realise faster.
I am sorry,
Alvin <abhi.david@gmail.com>
rahul ranjan [mailto:rahulranjansrivastava@gmail.com]
Chintan Patel <chintan.v.p@gmail.com>
manali satam <manali3sd@yahoo.co.in>
Suraj Doshi <suraj_doshi1234@yahoo.co.in>
SANJAY BANKAR <sanjaybankar_2006@yahoo.com>
Nishad Mane <mane.nishad@gmail.com>
Vaibhav Agrawal <vaibhav.agrawal0095@gmail.com>
sri <13sanya@gmail.com>
and my dear friend
You all failed the hoax test miserably.
You are all so cute (read dumb).
On 22nd of September, we were all anxious about this colossal of a quiz, supposed to happen in BITS-Pilani. It was an auto quiz, and my friends had like always again thought quite conveniently of excluding me from their teams, because, well the Vlad was no auto-junkie.
At the last moment, my brah Santa, collaborated with me in a cunning adventure. The day was pretty hectic, to top with a Transport Phenomena-2 Lab. Then I ran the steps upto Room 2220 also familiarly called the ET or Engineering Theatre. We were greeted by some Mahindra men and women, all wearing white with a a small logo asking rhetorically “BIG FAN OF AUTO?“. The back side said “PROVE IT. Mahindra Auto Quotient” (Prove it, I say)
The prizes were pretty captivating, kind of like a dream come true, but I definitely couldn’t avail of the first and second prizes because of the simple reason that ” I don’t have a passport“.
First Prize: Tickets to the Geneva Motor Show
First Runners Up Prize: Dune Bashing in Dubai
Second and Third Runners Up Prize: Mahindra Great Escape 4×4 Rally
We settled down and engaged in casual trivial chit-chat with our compatriots and started creating nuisance. In some time, a tall, fair, young, just-out-of-college guy turned up and introduced him as our quiz-master. This is how I would describe him
“He was a Sardar (Surd), as in someone from the plains of Punjab. He had a Khara on his right arm and had an assortment of various bands sticking close to it. He was about 6 feet 4 inches, was fair, quite inexperienced and had the typical Surd accent. He was a Mount Strombo of Sardar jokes, waiting to splurge out anytime. He just didn’t have any charisma. He wore a red t-shirt coupled with jester-like pointy edged shoes in black leather. A Typical Chom.”
After a delay of around 90 minutes, we got to the prelims. The prelims were confusing, as the questions were all trivia. We thought we would never make it. When it was time to finally reveal the answers, everybody was throwing up all their limbs in anticipation of grand audience prizes. Clearly Mr. QM had no idea what to do. People were blurting out answers everywhere. So he would go from one person to another asking for the correct answer, which took so much time, approximately about 5 minutes for each question. And when he finally encountered the right answer, he would pause, as though he was inducing an unknown dose of lethal suspense into the irritated atmosphere. he was getting on my nerves by repeatedly doing, “Your answerrr……… is absolutely correcttt“. Not even ‘absolutely right‘, but ‘absolutely correct‘.
After a gruelling 40 to 45 minutes of QM- induced-torture, we were astonished to realise that we had actually made the cut-off. Prahytech and Eswar were sulking in the audience. It was stupid, the whole affair actually. The teams were named after many of Mahindra’s brands. We were Team Max Pick Up. Sexually perverted enough.
We ended second and lost the opportunity to make it to the next level, but we didn’t mind. Some important points I would like to stress over here are
1) This quiz was the worst one I ever attended. The QM obviously had no clue what he was asking or what the answers were.
2) No background knowledge provided by their research team.
3) Huge delays, and lot of wasted money.
4) No adequate consolation prizes to even the first runners up.
5) In one question, the QM asks the age-old question “In the 1994 Imola Grand prix , why did Ayrton Senna carry an Austrian flag with him?” The obvious answer would be , “Ronald Ratzenberger died the last day in the qualifying race, so Ayrton wanted to wave the flag in honour of Ronald when he crossed the finish-line.” But one team answers in a way, it invokes laughter in the rest of us sensible fellas “Because he wanted to wave the flag” and he accepts it. We argue but to no avail. He was as dumb as a doorknob.
6) One team identifies a roadster as Chinkara, but doesn’t add Roadster to the name. We add both of them together and say “Chinkara Roadster” and we get points.
7) We all hated him.
I was disappointed with the quiz. Though the concept was good, but only able, intelligent people should be let host a quiz. Quiz-hosting is a hard and tough job, he chooses between right or wrong. Idiots are not welcome.
Congrats to the 2nd-yearite team who made it to the next level. Luck was on their side.
All I wanted was a post, and all I could get was this.
One nice evening we (Prashy and I) strolled through our corridor, and found this on a plate. What is it, we still have no clue. But it disappeared hours after it’s discovery. I suspect the cleaner to have consumed what was left.
Maybe we should let Dexter decide.
And somewhere else

Mr. Reddy you should have trusted in Agusta over Bell.
5 reasons why it crashed.
1) Pilot was high on marijuana.
2) YSR forgot to play Counter Strike, so they went back, and hit a tree.
3) Gremlins
4) Mahla was angry and wanted somebody dead.
5) The Maoists threw a stone.
6) He wasn’t Ready for the flight.
May your soul rest in peace.
Yeduguri Sandinti Rajasekhara Reddy (8 July 1949 – 2 September 2009)
An entire month of laziness, a blogger’s block that puts even the South-American sloth to shame. But I am here, rising like a young dark-skinned phoenix from the ashes of a sad registration (to my new semester) and enjoying the finer beauties of my new-found relationship. I promise an entire gamut of new posts, which could be controversial in their own right in the following days. I have to find time to blog, but I guess I am now the Family Guy, and will find it harder.
The last on month, I have been living in post-hair-cut-stress. A bunch of jobless friends who I call “desperate Vlad-wannabes” are trying to rename me as Arun. They are finding it so hard to do so, because the Force is still strong in me. The Vlad never died.
We are now in Malviya Bhavan, nestled quite comfortably between Food King and Sky Lab. Food is plenty and the nights are empty. I am out till 11 pm every day, quite busy. So one fine night when Prashy and Ritwik, called me to Food King I just dropeed in. Reaching there. We decided to eat something, hmm.. I think it was Onion Pakoda and then tea. Since the Onion Pakoda was taing a lot of time to reach us, we grabbed our tea cups and made room outside on the low wall.
You might be wondering why I am blogging about some stupid drink, while the more important pressing matter of Presidential and General Secretarial Elections are running in BITS? My hands are tied.
Prashy and Ritwik continue discussing about some random Top Gear episode while I try to figure out what happens if you click the click button.
Jobless as we were, Ritwik suggested on trying some new drink by the name of American Nuts. Prashy was convinced and i offered to pay. We then started guessing the colour of the drink. Prashy was like white, because it has the white-man’s semen. I was like chocolate, coz of the nuts and that they are brown. We all agreed to ourselves that this was indeed the horniest drink in Pilani.
After another long 20 minute ordeal, we got our glasses. Turns out its just cold condensed milk with a topping of mixed fruit salad with vannila ice-cream. There are no balls, no funny tasting semen coloured jellies, no alcohol tinge, nothing. Frankly my dear, I am disappointed.
Conclusion: 50 bucks flushed, a forced smile on everyone’s face.
Courtesy: Appikuzhy for his Nokia MusicExpress Camera, Prashytech for Picture Editing and Ritwik for company.
The corrupt back stabber: Pinarayi Vijayan
The case : SNC Lavalin Scandal
What you say??