I know I shouldn't be doing this. I can also predict the fairly dire consequences that await for wasting an hour's time blogging, but when the whole world conspires to keep you from studying, there is little that you can do to resistht the waves of distraction.
At no other time can you have such profoundly meaningful insights into so many things that will in no way help you in the exam tomorrow. At no other time can you appreciate the hypnotic quality of the arrangement of seeds in a pomegranate. At no other time can you truly reflect upon the illegibility of your handwriting. At no other time can you come across fascinating discoveries like the mole which was hidden all these years amidst the hair on your head. At no other time can you imagine "lol" looking like a drowning man. Well, you get the drift...
As everybody will have experienced, "study holidays" make for some of the most interesting time in a person's life. Be it watching movie after movie, flipping past pages with zero concentration, the sudden berserker-like urge punish yourself for wasting time and the occasional piece of information which is promptly forgotten, study holidays are extremely useless. (for me atleast).
If you are thinking about how the topic of this post is related to everything that I have said above, dont bother thinking. there is no connection.
I had intended to blog about a badly injured dog which had half its face siphoned off and was looking like "Two Face"'s pet dog. and my attempt at getting some medical help for the poor creature.
An hour is wasted! the urge to blog has subsided, and now its the time of panic to set in and give me some much wanted seriousness.
May the force be with you.
P.S. The credit for coming up with "lol" looking like a drowning man goes to Abhijit.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Bunkitis
Blogging for the first time from a laptop. Not even a sentence down and this thing is already testing my patience. It's hard to shift from a proper desktop keyboard to this small, feather sensitive keyboard.
There was this SMS joke which was doing the rounds a few weeks back. "Why was Vishveshwaraiah such a good engineer?" "Coz he didn't study under VTU". Lame as it may sound, after completing almost one semester under an almost VTU-like syllabus, I'm bound to agree with whoever created that joke.
The classes are dominated with the "izzzzit"s of my maths professor and the "wadijit"S of my chemistry prof. And not to be left out is our dearest Constitution of India teacher (Bolamma.. pronounce it as you will!) who has this amazing knack of continuing to teach even when its blatantly obvious that nobody is listening. The best teacher presently is our EVS prof. I say he's the best because he never comes to class and always lives up to our expectations and bunks whenever we want him to.
The general feeling in all classes is the urge to physically throw the teacher out of the class or scream in frustration. This is infact the first symptom of "bunkitis". A condition often found in frustrated college-going students. Other symptoms include constant boredom, hands which refuse to part with the mobile phone, sudden interest in the colour of the flowers in a distant tree, and in extreme cases, a sudden urge to get up and sing in class.
Bunkitis is a plague. One person can transfer it easily to lots of other people. The rate of transfer of the plague is directly proportional to the closeness of friendship and the abundant availability of pocket money. In rare cases, when the whole class temporarily has the plague, a phenomenon known as "mass bunk" is found to occur. Mass bunks are rare and are more often than not foiled attempts.
After a lot of research, a cure was found for "bunkitis", much to the dismay of the student community. It was found that "guilt" is the best medicine there is to prevent bunkitis. This research proved effective in the early 1990s but was soon proved redundant by the most recent batch of patients whose brains find it very hard to generate the required level of guilt to effectively tackle this disease.
A brilliant breakthrough was produced by college authorities to tackle this menace. "Attendance shortage", the latest drug available in all colleges is a sureshot way to cure people of this disease temporarily. But even this cannot guarantee complete cure as "bunkitis" resumes it work on the human brain as soon as "minimum attendance cut-off" is reached.
The student mind is probably destined to forever be in the clutches of this disease.
More on bunkitis when I get affected by it, which will be in a week or two!
Ciao... May the force be with you.
There was this SMS joke which was doing the rounds a few weeks back. "Why was Vishveshwaraiah such a good engineer?" "Coz he didn't study under VTU". Lame as it may sound, after completing almost one semester under an almost VTU-like syllabus, I'm bound to agree with whoever created that joke.
The classes are dominated with the "izzzzit"s of my maths professor and the "wadijit"S of my chemistry prof. And not to be left out is our dearest Constitution of India teacher (Bolamma.. pronounce it as you will!) who has this amazing knack of continuing to teach even when its blatantly obvious that nobody is listening. The best teacher presently is our EVS prof. I say he's the best because he never comes to class and always lives up to our expectations and bunks whenever we want him to.
The general feeling in all classes is the urge to physically throw the teacher out of the class or scream in frustration. This is infact the first symptom of "bunkitis". A condition often found in frustrated college-going students. Other symptoms include constant boredom, hands which refuse to part with the mobile phone, sudden interest in the colour of the flowers in a distant tree, and in extreme cases, a sudden urge to get up and sing in class.
Bunkitis is a plague. One person can transfer it easily to lots of other people. The rate of transfer of the plague is directly proportional to the closeness of friendship and the abundant availability of pocket money. In rare cases, when the whole class temporarily has the plague, a phenomenon known as "mass bunk" is found to occur. Mass bunks are rare and are more often than not foiled attempts.
After a lot of research, a cure was found for "bunkitis", much to the dismay of the student community. It was found that "guilt" is the best medicine there is to prevent bunkitis. This research proved effective in the early 1990s but was soon proved redundant by the most recent batch of patients whose brains find it very hard to generate the required level of guilt to effectively tackle this disease.
A brilliant breakthrough was produced by college authorities to tackle this menace. "Attendance shortage", the latest drug available in all colleges is a sureshot way to cure people of this disease temporarily. But even this cannot guarantee complete cure as "bunkitis" resumes it work on the human brain as soon as "minimum attendance cut-off" is reached.
The student mind is probably destined to forever be in the clutches of this disease.
More on bunkitis when I get affected by it, which will be in a week or two!
Ciao... May the force be with you.
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