Theories over Tea

It has been a long time since the first post. I had to write a new one. Oasis is over. Thank HIM. It was just rubbish. No money, no new contacts. Just work and more of it. Sleepless days. and a re-emergence of stress-induced scalp psoriasis attack. It was not bright in the least words.

 

My sidey, Prashanth (i think thats how it is spelled, too many variations) and I regularly go out at night to grab a Double Classic or a Double Elaichi. They are beverages, the first one coffee and the latter tea. Diwali meant no shop was open, and I had caught this flu, so tea was essential for survival. As always we had run our pockets dry, and were contemplating who to beg money from. Luckily Santa owed me 20 bucks,so we gleefuly picked up the cash and went to ANC. ANC was closed. SAC seemed to be the only option.

We weren’t sure about SAC too, and the fever was raging. Luckily the immigrant tamizhar of Pilani at Food King had decided to open shop till 2:00. We quickly ordered 4 teas, 5 bucks a cup. Sipping down those precious drops and clinging onto my jacket, we started doing what we do always. Crap

Existensialism, reasons, life and girls all form part of our discussions. Maybe its our way to vent anger at those undeserving people, or maybe we are just jealous. But who cares? Theories crop up during these wonderful sessions, which I am pretty sure is the most wonderful thing I’ll take back from Pilani (apart from the largest private DVD collection in the world).

We have all heard Lounge Piranha, fell for their charm, swam through their created psychedelia, oogled at Archana, and laughed at those who missed it all. Now Prashanth and myself are pretty sure that all their riffs and other musical pieces have had serious inspiration from Floyd and Coldplay. For heaven’s they do sound like Coldplay. But the experience was worth the money (in my case, myself being in Lights I don’t pay for Prof. Show tickets).

Coming back, one of their songs had a certain line being repeated a lot of times, “The world is just so unrequired.” We were just randomly putting together thoughts about this whole thing called life. Why do we live? If we consider that there is a higher being called God or some power who has taken pains to create us, then what do we get on finding out about HIM? Afterall, religion says that we do everything to reach a higher state of being.But why, do we need to know all this? What good? We study hard, get our jobs, make a family and die. We are so inconsequential. What difference does it make if Anil Ambani or say Bill Gates makes another 20 billion dollars? What difference does it make if some scientist realises that light is made up of particles and not waves? The answer is simple. NOTHING.

The question then is why try even?

Haven’t you ever pondered over the question, why is life scare in the universe? That’s because we are the error percentage. We are not suppossed to exist. Dont you see it? It’s pointless.

Death becomes HIM. He is the destroyer of the worlds.

 

PS: The tea was good, and we went back to our rooms, realising exams were starting on the 4th on next month.

The Cartoons Quiz Poster (The story will be told later)

 

The Cartoons Quiz Poster, the new one

 

It finally did take place (huge sigh of huge relief). I am so glad all because of the fuck-ups that preceded. We were asked to make some events by the Co-ord Rishabh Kaul. He was going on like ELAS is so seemingly inactive this semester and if we need to retain some budget and not face any cuts we must put in some effort and do some 6 events this sem. Two already did take place. The Freshers Challenge and The King and I events were nicely did. So we had 3 months left and a backlog.

Suddenly I had the onus of making the Cartoons Quiz with Santhanam Balaji (a.k.a Santa). Now I am a workaholic. So I keep on finding newer questions even before important exams (no wonder my CGPA is nowhere close to decent). So we decided the date and all, but at the last moment the whole dream just collapsed.

Now the room booking system in Pilani is a bit fucked up. There’s a place called ID (Instruction Division), which handles all room-booking. The procedure is that we block the dates and timings for an event already online and then go and physically book it in the ID office. We need to get the signature of the Dean,SWD (My beloved NVM Rao), and the Instriumentation technicians. This is insanely stupid. Then we need to resubmit the whole jack-shit back at ID. Its not like all the above-mentioned offices are in the same building or that the people who are to sign are in their places when we need them. It is crooked. We may have to wait for manyhours or a day or two if NVM isnt there. Fine now they changed the procedure this year, I have no idea why. They made it into 2 forms instead of one. Increased papyrus clot.

So now its the job of the juniors, the first-yearites that is to make sure the room is booked, the posters stuck and all. Now new into the job and not given adequate instructions, they fucked up. They didnt go physically to book in the ID. Santa thought I had told them to do it, I though Santa did. Classic fuck-up.

So the room doesnt get booked, we are fucked, posters up, people told to come and the event is cancelled.

Baaaaaha shitty.

That evening after finally calming the waters, we receive one hour of therapy from the Co-ord, about our incompetencies as a batch, and how irresponsible we are, and that now he is aged, he can no longer take all the responsibilty. We smile through all it, slowly sucking at those precious Polos.

So we decide to postpone it to today, Thursday the 16th, after two big exams namely Electrical Sciences 1 and Mehanics of Solids. The quiz was all made, and we booked the rooms beforehand. Abhimanyu Negi was suppossed to make sure all shit was right.

But reaching there at 5 we found out that the AV form wasnt approved. NOT ANOTHER FAG-UP PLEASE. Luckily the LTC guy was more than helpful, arranging for it to be done in 5 minutes. The swift feet of Santa ran for our lives. We couldn’t take one more day of humiliation. So all set and Mighty’s Mighty Laptop burning, we set on at 5:30.