If all the students who slept through lectures were laid end to end, they'd all be a lot more comfortable.

There comes a time in every grad student’s life; that they look back and wonder if they should have started their thesis a few months back. This more often than not happens during the few months before they hope to graduate. And this gentleman and ladies is my story.

There are many signs that you better get up from your lazy ass and start working before you get kicked out, or worse, lose your job offers because you can’t graduate. Well, since I have suffered already, I will save you all future agony of realizing things too late.
Just follow my point-guide system. (if you read cosmopolitan way too often for your gender, you'd know what to do). For those who don't, all you need to do is select an answer and then later sum up the number within brackets and read the section below the questions for interpretations.

- How good is your social life?
   - You can differentiate between Saturday and Tuesday just by looking out of your lab window (-4)
   - You talk to the occasional  opposite-sex person (0)
   - You tell them about your progress in your thesis (-1)
   - All local bouncers know your last name (+6)

- Can you play any musical instrument?
  - I designed one with a FPGA board, I can sorta play that (-8)
  - I know this person, who can play guitar (0)
  - I play 6 instruments, and sometimes with red bull, all at once. (+7)

- Do you know what the bell curve of grading is?
  - I am too busy submitting assignments and writing research proposals to care about that (-5)
  - I know what a bell is, and i also know what a curve is. Hence by rule of mathematical deductions, i know what a bell curve is (+2)
  - You kidding? I plot them on excel daily, to see the inverse slope and my standings in the class.(0)

- Describe your School newspaper
  - We have one? (-3)
  - Sorta in black and white (0)
  - Describe? I design it weekly, I am the chief editor and the best reporter they have. (+5)

- Have you travelled much?
   - Well, yeah, I find my way well to Starbucks and my lab. (-2)
   - Yup, few places close by, during fall and spring breaks. (0)
   - I have been to more cities here than my total number of credit hours (+5)

- What do you do for exercise?
   - Yeah, the occasional basketball to keep fit. (0)
   - Well, i run around trying to find my advisor. (-4)
   - Wii-fit for body, PSP for hands, guitar hero for abs, wii tennis for arms. (+5) 

- What websites do you visit frequently?
   - Weather ones, just to check if its too cold to walk back home. (-2)
   - Just my emails, to see if my advisor has mailed (0)
   - rentacoder .com to see if someone has placed a bid on my thesis project. (+5)

- How good is your cooking?
   - I can boil water  (-2)
   - I love take away food (0)
   - When my mom came to visit, she had tears of joy in her eyes to learn that I cook better than her (+10)

Ok, now that you have answered all questions, let me give you an easy way to interpret these results.

If your total is less than 0.
   - You have way too much time reading stupid articles online, you need to concentrate on your thesis.

If your total is 0.
  - This could be your total marks if you continue taking lame tests online.

If your total is greater than 0.
  - It's a wonder you took enough time to take this test, the same effort and time on your thesis will ensure you graduate.
As for me, 
   If your total is equal to 45 points.
      - You need to stop writing weird tests on your blog and get back to the real world and start working on your thesis.

There are two tragedies in life, neither one is love.

He wakes up in the hospital after a long night; unconscious, breathless, with tubes and needles covering him. He wakes up not knowing what happened, not knowing what lies in store for him. All he can see is her beautiful face, all he can feel is the warmth of her touch. His life ended the previous night, but a new one started this very day. A one starting with her and he only has her to thank for it.

I am not a good writer, so I’ll just steal lines from great ones. George Bernard Shaw once said “There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it.”

I had a tragedy, I had what I wanted and was going to lose it, in a matter of a breath; it’s absence. We all think about our final day in this world, what people would say about us. What they would feel after we’re gone. Would it matter to anyone? How many people have you touched on this planet, how many have you moved? Who touched you?

It’s funny how you remember the most silliest of things, and in a strange way, I guess that’s what matters. The way the cute girl from your fourth grade shared her lunch with you after the bullies put sand in yours or the way you find that secret letter written to you by the nerdy boy you like who didn’t have the courage to give it to you.

Life is full of surprises, some good and many you could live without: but that’s what life is, a rollercoaster you ride just once, never know what’s around that corner, but you are over excited and screaming to see and feel it. Sometimes you do get sick, sick of the ride and tired of that uneasiness in your stomach; and you just want to get off. But the truth is, you started this ride with many people on board and you are going to get off with them, together, like it or not. And that’s what keeps many going I guess, the fact that we are all in this together.

He holds her close, looks deep in her eyes filled with tears. He wants to say he’ll be there for her no matter what, no matter how nauseating the ride makes them. They paid for it, they are going to finish it together, with each other. He just stays quiet, looks deeper into her eyes, holds her hands and continue this rollercoaster ride…

If I would have ever got a chance to talk to George Bernard Shaw, I would correct him and tell him, the two real tragedies in life are people giving up on their hearts desires and people not knowing them.

I’m not a great writer, I just copy lines...

There are two tragedies in life, one is not knowing your hearts desires and the other is giving up on them.
G.

Life is like a hot bath. It feels good while you're in it, but the longer you stay in, the more wrinkled you get.

People often ask me (ok, maybe not “often”) what I think the secret of life is. My reply as usual is in a short two word sentence, “Who cares”.

After a stern look they reply ‘I care’ and I’m back putting on my thinking cap wondering what they want to hear from me.

They generally ask when a boyfriend becomes an ex, or the expiry date on the milk carton shows that of last week. Expecting somehow, that I have been the chosen one to carry the secret of life along and that I am ready to share the secret with their dumped ass confused soul.
And here I was with my recent kiss with death (hmmm, smooch sounds more like it..) asking the same questions to myself. What is the secret of life?

Well, as the status message on my chat client reads ‘don’t worry about life, you’d be lucky to get out of it alive’ (ok, i lied again, i don't have cheezy status messages like that. All my status msgs are pimped to send viewers to my new websites) , I suppose that’s the bottom life, relax, take it easy and you’ll do just fine. Guess don’t let work affect your personal life comes a close second in the secret of life. A close second only to, at least have a personal life.
Till recently I was always worried about money and I soon realized, remembering the age old song, we’ve come to this world empty handed and we are gonna leave that way.

Donald Trump might beg to differ being buried with a $10,000 Armani suit and a Rolex watch and a few hundred dollar bills in each hand.  But I suppose he’s smart enough to remember Egyptians and grave robbers. If he doesn’t, well, show me where he’s resting in peace.

In the end, just remember, there is no secret to life, it becomes just what you plan to make of it. Though more often than not, that plan does not work out, but I won’t go into that now, there are a million self help books out there.
But people are not willing to believe that there’s no secret so in order to keep them satisfied with answers, I just repeat, taking a line from peanuts.

The secret to life is owning a convertible and a lake.
When it rains you are pissed that you can’t drive the car, but hey at least your lake is filling up. And when the sun is out shining brightly and drying your lake up, you see the silver lining and take your convertible out for a spin…

Hell was full i guess, so they sent me back..

Prologue:
"I am sorry to put you through this", "I really am".. saying these last few words, i collapsed on the the floor next to the Toyota rental vehicle.

Holidaying in Florida over the July 4th weekend, one would barely expect to die..
but if you are that allergic to prawns as i am, well, that is a harsh reality.. After a blast of a weekend parasailing, clubbing, playing Frisbee in the sea the last sunday, we went to a casino.. having never been to one, i was excited as a child on his first camping trip.. or a women's first love.
The casino was exciting, blackjack, roulette, poker. you name it, i lost money there..After a few hours on the floor, we were hungry and went to grab a bite. I ordered a chicken fried rice and general Tso's chicken from an Asian restaurant at the food court. After eating half i felt uneasy, i saw a prawn piece or two on the plate and then it struck me, they had given me prawn fried rice instead. Knowing what happens to me when i eat prawns, i started walking to the car, my condition becoming from bad to worse. My lungs swollen and wind pipe shut i couldn't breathe. I reached my car and my inhaler didn't seem to work.after over 40 puffs from it, my condition didn't improve a bit. I gave a friend the thumbs up to call for help. The feeling i had was the same as one would get if they held their breath for over 5 min, with no oxygen in my body, i felt faint, they say your life flashes in front of you the last moments you are alive, for me it just did that. Few moments long forgotten came back me me, i managed a smile to have lived a fuller life up till then. But i couldn't believe i wasn't in control at that moment. I felt sorry for what i was putting my friends through and what they had to go through after i was gone. I lost consciousness.
Still on the phone with 911 my friends were trying to direct they cops our exact location in the parking lot. I could barely hear what was going on, but i remember hearing stuff like open the back, switch on the light. Figuring out they couldn't find us in the huge parking lot, somehow in the lapse of any reasoning, not able to convey anything, i put my head on the car horn, And i don't remember anything since then.
What i gather from people around me was the cops were there a good  one minute after i was unconscious, and they put me to the floor and a couple of minute later the ambulance was here. My friends had given the exact problem over the phone with the female on the other side of the 911 call. They intubated me (put a tube down my throat, so that the blockage could be bypassed) and i was on artificial breathing whole night. I don't remember anything, but i can only imagine what people around me had to go through, seeing my hands tied to the bed a pipe through my mouth and no way to know if i would get up or have any permanent brain damage.
All i remember the next day was some one shouting out my name, telling me this would hurt just a little bit, when they removed that respirator from inside me, luckily for everyone around me, i started breathing normally, all i could muster asking was "where am i" and "how long was i here". The answers reminded me of the harsh reality of last night.
Having being so used to medications from India for my condition, i wasn't responding to any of the treatment they had in US. My heart kept going into Tacky each time they gave me the breathing medicines. I was fine from that morning. But trial and errors with the medicines were scaring me. And every doctor asking me if my family had heart issues wasn't helping any cause either.
She stood by me, for hours and hours, taking care of me, doing whats needed, i am only so grateful, cant even begin to tell her. From calling 911 to calling a nurse everytime my heart rate jumped above 165.
It was one hell of a night i guess for everyone. Lucky for me, i don't remember much. for those who remember, i guess, thanks doesn't begin to express my gratitude. From a phone call to an ambulance next to me taking 10 min, i suppose this system works, remind me next time not to crib about the taxes i pay here. Most of it ends in good hands.

Epilogue
Got discharged directly from the ICU on Tuesday, having being classified as a flight risk (cabin pressure might collapse my lungs) i am still stuck in Florida, but somehow the paper masala dosa i had yesterday, tasted like the best paper masala dosa out there...
I wonder if life will be any different now, apart from being extra extra careful about what goes into my mouth. Guess not everyone gets a second chance.

There may be 50 ways to leave your lover, but there are only 4 ways out of this airplane.

Have been doing a lot of travelling lately, so its only fair that i write about it.And since lists are so popular nowadays, not to mention the space they take up because of tabbed bullet points, here goes one.

Top ten things that tell you that your flight is going to be a horrible one.

- You are allowed 2 bags of 23 Kgs each and you end with with 3 bags of 30
Kgs each.
- Your carry on baggage is heavier than you - you are 6.3
and the distance between the seats is 1 feet.
- The on board
entertainment system attached to your seat has malfunctioned and is stuck on a
language you dont understand.
- And on a channel you dont wanna see.
The channel was the on board information system. I mean who care if
you are flying sooo high and the temperature outside is soo low...
- Of
the 15 cute people on-board to serve you, you get served by the 16th.

- Your travel agent messed up and you end up eating a low fat - diet
meal. Basically a lettuce leaf with grated carrots.
- You plan great
things on your four hour stop over at Paris airport including getting lost at
their thousands of terminals and shops and having some good looking french
people help you out. You get off at terminal 17E and
your next flight takes off from 17F.
- You land and try to act really
suspicious so you could be strip-searched, adding a great article for your new
book. Custom officials done even look up to see you, inspite of you checking yes
on the 'Live Animals/insects?' box on the immigration form.
- Your connecting
flight is delayed because of bad weather( or a quick search for insects on-board
) and all the TV sets in the terminal are tuned to the weather channel. Thank
you, but I can see outside!!
- Your friends coax you into buying insurance
for lost baggage, and quote the increase in chances because of three bags and
multi-country destinations/transfers. Hoping for a quick thousand or two
(dollars) you anticipate few bags less at the baggage collection. First three
bags that come out are yours, red in color and tagged by your dads unique
ribbons ( which btw, every Indian dad had the idea before their sons/daughters
left for the land of opportunities )

Yeah Okay! I know thats 11 points, you can imagine the flight I had. Anyway, the drama didn't end there, try balancing three huge bags on a small luggage cart carrying a heavy backpack and a lonely planet USA book.

Some Study, Some Have Fun But People Like Me Are Born To Annoy The Hell Out Of Others.

Having come all the way to this far off land, having spent all of the money parents hoped to spend after retirement feeding the greedy funding-less professors and having wasted enough time in the lab doing research work for some moron who wouldn't add my name to the paper he is publishing based on my work I felt it was time to give some back to the society. And the easiest target was the Teaching Assistant of my Programming course.

These guys get paid like 12$ an hour, how would I know? I quit as a T.A before. Anyhow, if they were getting 12$ to grade my assignment, I sure as hell am not going to make it easy for them.

So I present to the world wide audience ( or the 2 people who actually read my webpage ) ,
Top Ten Ways To Really Piss Off Your Teaching Assistant.

10 . Write your code, then delete all enters and non required white spaces. Send the entire assignment in 1 huge line.

9. Write proper comments, in fact copy paste 90% of the man page( it's the help page ) of the function into the comments for each and every function you write. In fact write comments for braces, whitespaces and so on. Make sure you include the following comments as well.
\\ This is the start of the assignment, I am almost ready to write code. So here I go.

\\ This is the end of my program, and this is the last word I would type. Damn.

8. Write functions for every operation. And make sure you put them in a different file and include them in your main file. A simple program should consist of at least 50 submitted files each with their own .c .h and readme.txt files.

7. On graphical assignments, print screen the windows blue screen of death and make that appear every time the TA runs your program correcting and running properly after a few seconds ( you don't want to get Zero do you ). Extra fun/points if you assignments are Linux based.

6. Declare really really really really really really long variable and function names.

5. If your assignment is due at 11:59 Pm, then send it at 11:58 Pm and bombard the TA's mailbox with 70 mails saying, and I quote "Did ya get it". Keep repeating this and other mails like "I am wondering if you got my previous mails" or "since I haven't heard from you, I am assuming that you haven't gotten my mail, so find it attached".

4. Send print copies of code with no indentation and no supporting binaries, and if executables are compulsory make sure you burn them on a blue ray disk or 3inch floppy disks.

3. On text assignments, quote famous people in the IT industry as, "Steve Jobs defines Fork function call as the following.." or "Gates considers multithreading better than multi processes because". Go one up by quoting them from movies and incidences involving them.

2. Check online for various courses you have already taken in your undergrad, go sit in few of those classes, just send the TA a completed assignment without you being officially part of the class.

1. This is how you should go about writing your assignment, write a batch file which will create a shell script which will run a perl script which generates a c file which depending on your mood could be the program required by the assignment or if you are feeling evil could generate another shell script which generates a perl script……


 

In olden times, sacrifices were made at the altar, a practice that still continues.


Will you marry me?

Well, this bit is part fiction, part fantasy and a part based on a real life story. Any resemblance to anyone living or buried might not be as coincidental as you might think.

“AAAAggghhh” he screamed when she slapped him half across the floor. The marks of her tiny fingers making, what seemed to him, to be deep gorges on his unshaven face. He had never once been slapped before, let alone by someone he adored. He had been planning for this moment for a long time now, and had thought of every possible course of action, taken every step to ensure a perfect evening, and a perfect end to the evening. Pity, head gears wasn’t on his planned agenda.

He met her a few years ago at a bungee jumping event, he was the safety instructor and it was her first time. He still remembers how she trembled before she leaped off the edge, the only reason she did was ‘cause he said he’ll buy her a hot cup of coffee at Starbucks if she survived the fall. Well he was joking of course, anything to take her mind from the few hundred feet of free fall, there was no way he’d meet her again, the safety crew at the bottom would dust what’s left of the lifetime memory of her pants and he’d get back to promising hot beverages to the never ending line of people.
She screamed her lungs out, and then a breath later, once more. Finally, with her feet firmly secured to the ground, she swore never to let herself be tortured like this again.
“And the area code is 216” she said when he was attaching the safety harness to her yet again, and this time she jumped, life at stake, with a lunch and a coffee promise.

“Hey, dude” he said when he called one of his friends, “Of the four C’s for a diamond which one of them is Cost?”.
“Ha Ha, wait, are you serious?”
“Yeah, been thinking of this for a while now. So want to join me ring shopping”
“Absolutely, congrats man, she’s one lucky girl. Am so happy for you guys”
“ Thanks, I am so excited, now all we need to do is figure out the cut, the carats, the clarity and the color.”
“Dude, women are not shallow and don’t look for all that in a ring, for them it’s a constant reminder of their loved one, and his commitment to their love. It represents their belonging to someone and the emotional bond they share. It doubles as photo album storing memories of all the good times and the bad,
It is more about the promise you make of your journey together rather than your carats or cuts”
“Yeah Right!!” they said in unison as they decided a place and time for their shopping trip.

A million ideas from his close friends for that perfect proposal, he knew what she’d love most. A quiet evening at home, lying in his arms. She was never the outgoing person, very quiet and laidback. For her, life was this mystical thing, like the shadowed part of the crescent moon, she was content with the smallest of the smallest things. She never had a perfect day she could tell her grandkids, so he had to make this one big. Thus began the preparation for that one night, when the two became one.
He knew she’d always like to play some game after dinner before they watch a movie. He stole all the letters needed to spell ‘will you marry me’ in case she wanted to play scrabble, he modified the top chance and community chest cards to read out the same in case she was in the mood for monopoly and so he went on, altering all games they could possible play to suit his needs.
He made a cd for the player with a slideshow of their photos, right from the bungee jumping days till now, the funny comments about her hair, the remarks about her short height compared to his gigantic self. And ending the snaps with a perfect photoshopped image of them in wedding attires in an alter right besides the ocean and the caption reading his mind.
He’d been taking dancing lessons, so when his friend, the local RJ, played their song as a dedication to them both, and she looked at him with those eyes gleaming for him to take her to the middle of the living room and dance away, he wouldn’t have to say no like always.
He came back home early from work and set on what was left of his master plan; he cooked her favorite dishes, funny how the most common of the dishes was her favorite, he still had to email his mom for the recipe though. He set the table for two, the scented candles all ready to be lit. His friend just called and confirmed the song and a give-me-a-missed-call-when-she-says-yes notice; he planned to run a ‘Lovers Paradise’ section tonight on radio. He lit the candles to aromatize the room.
Then the doors opened, she was early, a man wrapped around her lips. She didn’t expect to see him there. ( What? You don’t like this? What did you expect from a story from someone like me?? Ok ok, ignore the last line then.. I’ll move on with my love story.. though it would be great if you would let me continue on the cheating bitch direction. Spoil Sport. )

She called him, said she was stuck at work. ( you still think she is cheating on him, don’t you. If it helps he’s hot, funny, tall, attractive, smart and rich with good hair. What’s wrong with you negative people?? How can you think this about this sweetheart of a girl? She’s like a kid, well, He does treat her like a kid, and in a way she is, she loved him way too much, so much that even a poem wouldn’t describe. )
She said she has to entertain a few clients at the restaurant by the lake and wouldn’t be home for dinner. He was crushed, all the planning for nothing, another day then.
She called him a sometime later, said it’s was an early dinner and wondered if he could pick her up. He was halfway there before she could finish asking him.
He stepped in the restaurant on the lakeside of Lake Erie, not a soul there, just a table near the window with a lit candle and a gift box. He read the card, it just said “Love You”. ( NO, she didn’t not leave him and run away, will you people STOP thinking about her like that, she’s an angel. She’s just waiting for him to open the gift. Come on who else books a whole restaurant for one dinner on a random night? )
She hugs him from behind; he almost decks her to the floor (Guys and their reflex actions). She wishes him a happy birthday, and he’s confused cause his birthday is more than a month away. “Yeah silly, I know” she replies. “but then it wont be a surprise will it?”.
“So, I guess I get two gifts then huh?” he says opening the gift.
After a more than perfect evening next to the lake with the fireplace keeping them warm and with its cracking sound every time there was silence in the room when they kissed, they drive home stuffed with food.
He opened the doors only remembering his master plan for the night; she sees the table set, radio running, with the candle halfway through its life.
“Never leave a fire unattended” screams her army upbringing.
“What about the thousand times you leave it in the bathroom so close to those shower curtains” he complains.
She asked why he didn’t tell her that he’d planned something too, he honestly said that he completely forgot with the sight of her and the vastness of waters next to him. She sits down, napkin on the lap,
“So waiter, what is tonight’s special”
“What?? You can’t possibly eat another bite. You ate more than a baby elephant at the restaurant”
“Don’t expect much tip Sir” she says as she serves herself the food laid out. “You are crazy you know, don’t complain when you wake up with a severe stomach problem tomorrow” he says smiling while warming the remainder of the food.
“Yes, your food does get my stomach upset a lot” she says giggling her favorite wine down her throat.

“So which movie are we watching tonight” she asks while settling down in the sofa. “How about Rush hour” he says while wondering about the wasted time altering the games. “How about titanic” she says.
They’ve probably watched that stupid movie like a thousand time. “No way, let compromise, how about Shrek”. Finally after a run down of last years top ten at the box office for all categories. She challenges him to a game of hangman, winner gets to pick.
So after half an hour of guessing ‘The Truman Show’ ‘ Forest Gump’ ‘Apocalypse now’ ‘Pretty Woman’.
He finally writes down this as he puts the cd on the player while she thinks. After all her chances and after the man was dead and hanging. She asked, ok, what is it?
He bends down, takes out that ring from his pocket, opens the box and says
“Will you marry me?”






He rubs his face and its red, he’s surprised. And in pain, he looks at her confused. His eyes asking why.
She replies “Firstly, for the fact that you even had to ask. Secondly, that confused look on your face after you asked, like the answer was anything but a hell yeah!. And last but not the least, that’s not even a movie, cheater!”
“So you want this or what” he teases her showing her that diamond. He puts it on her finger as she admires his photoshop skills. “We don’t need an expensive wedding now, you can use your skills to put our faces on celebrity wedding images” she kids while they hear his friends voice from the radio, “Tonight there’s a special moment here, I know this couple for a long long time now, well they are my best friends, both wanted me to dedicate a song for the other. Everything was set, they were supposed to give me a missed call when they wanted their song played. Funny part is, they both called it ‘their’ song, but both songs were different. Anyway, neither of those morons called me yet. She was surprising him for his birthday and he was proposing. So either the wuss backed out, or she said no which I don’t think is possible, or maybe they both are waiting for the other to show up for their surprise. Hey, I couldn’t ruin their surprises so I kept shut”.
“Wait till I tell him you slapped me” he cut in.
“Since I promised I’ll play these songs for them tonight, I’ll will keep that up and play them for the two love birds, hope you all enjoy them. Thanks for listening; I will see you same time tomorrow night. Until then, let love keep us alive.”
She looks at him, as Lionel Richie fills the room with ‘Stuck on you’, with those eyes again, he takes her to the middle of the room, holds her close and sings along in her ear as they danced to the tune. A moment later they are on the couch tongue tied as “their” second song plays on the airwaves ( frequency modulated ).
“ ‘Come a little closer’ is so not our song” he complains…
“It is now” she says with the ring gleaming on her fingers and as the candle melts its way down..
And as the song ends with the Dierks singing ‘Come a little closer baby, I feel like laying you down.’, she pulls his face away, looks deep into his eyes.
He knows she wants to say something, so he asks what.
With her piercing eyes still stuck on him, the candle just burning out, in the sudden darkness, she says “Honey, you do know that you aren’t supposed to use blanks for punctuations in hangman right?”