Rowling's 7th book,..err.. it's title has been 'released'. Some
cause for outbreak of tension among us potter fans eh.
If you're a regular visitor of her website, you might have noticed
a new diary entry, claiming she'd had a dream about her being
Harry, and this particular 'news snippet' has been doing the
rounds in various fan sites, discussion forums, blogs, news papers
even. I don't mean to be hypocritical here; being a fan of this
particular series, I am excited about the final book, but I seem to
be quite 'behind the times'. I should have been arguing over who's
going to be dying, or who's going to be the mysterious 'R.A.B',
whether Dumbledore is really dead or not, and which side Severus Snape is actually loyal to, or if he's a double agent. Alright I
sure did wonder about these things but to actually fight over
it, wo bhi in public, well that part goes over my head. And I
sure would consider Saddam Hussein's dreams as more
important and surely more interesting, absolutely zero offence meant :D. Why doesn't she just shut it all, finish the book and
go to bed? In the least she'll be preventing this recklessly foolish
behaviour of the 'higher-up's in the fan community'. The Potter series is surely a grand piece of fiction, but the
bigger factor that supplies the books' popularity is the way
it's been promoted and marketed. One would love to be doing
what's in than not, and J.K.R. has seen to it that her books become
the order of the day, and how! If you're skeptical,
just enjoy the fantastic tales, just dont jump into the hyped-up bandwagon, it takes lesser energy to form your own ideas
about the climax than listen to the endless rounds of
discussions, and surely more fun.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
As, I said before, I've been a reasonably good student. But check out the heights of being good at getting marks:
Sweta (refer this) called and told me that I'd got 177/200, and I was dumb-struck. I had expected around 78% and ended up getting 88, these are only the sessional marks, mind you. Sweta herself got 198/200, yeah, and this is engineering 2nd year we're talking about. That's not all. Our class has got marks like 195/200, 193/200,191/200,180/200, and then comes yours truly.
What is happening over here? We shouldn't be getting such marks, the world shouldn't be so flat, the cats shouldn't be showing signs of loyalty, the clouds shouldn't be so low.....why the hell??..... can't the lecturers do something about it?? Are they so helpless that they have to award marks such as these?? Is Engineering trying to adapt the competitive exam feel, or is it just me and my under-worked guts?? Someone tell me!! Am I studying too much?? Sure as hell the above mark-holders are. I just dont see any other branch or class in my college being so bothered with sessional marks. My neighbour's 14 year old kid has been attending IIT coaching classes for the last year and he comes home every weekend to clarify doubts, and his parents can be heard saying that he can do math at home but doesnt get enough marks ............@#$!%%^ MaRkS mArKs MarkS MARKS marks !$%^&$#^......
I see times changing ahead of me.....parents visit the clinic to find out whether their new-born has enough brains to score record-breaking those-things, men of the underworld keep their business roaring by simply sending threat-letters to corporate colleges and 'concept' schools ("We want your moolah, or we will kidnap your college topper")If this happened to the principal of my college (where I did 11th and 12th), the principal would coax the gangsters into a 'business-deal'.....people are exchanging marks for money....
All this just doesn't seem to affect some people, but then it seems to affect everyone around me, well, maybe they just dont say it out loud.... or maybe it is happening all over, and I am right somewhere, or maybe it's happening only in my part of the world, which is quite small( am I glad for that or what!)
Let's all make up our minds and try to change the educational system, let us try and convince atleast a fraction of the population that marks take you only that far, let's bring it down to a level where everyone has everything, everyone is educated...let's educate them!!!
This may seem like I'm against getting marks or something. I'd like you to know that i'm only having my say about people around being obsessed with them.
Sweta (refer this) called and told me that I'd got 177/200, and I was dumb-struck. I had expected around 78% and ended up getting 88, these are only the sessional marks, mind you. Sweta herself got 198/200, yeah, and this is engineering 2nd year we're talking about. That's not all. Our class has got marks like 195/200, 193/200,191/200,180/200, and then comes yours truly.
What is happening over here? We shouldn't be getting such marks, the world shouldn't be so flat, the cats shouldn't be showing signs of loyalty, the clouds shouldn't be so low.....why the hell??..... can't the lecturers do something about it?? Are they so helpless that they have to award marks such as these?? Is Engineering trying to adapt the competitive exam feel, or is it just me and my under-worked guts?? Someone tell me!! Am I studying too much?? Sure as hell the above mark-holders are. I just dont see any other branch or class in my college being so bothered with sessional marks. My neighbour's 14 year old kid has been attending IIT coaching classes for the last year and he comes home every weekend to clarify doubts, and his parents can be heard saying that he can do math at home but doesnt get enough marks ............@#$!%%^ MaRkS mArKs MarkS MARKS marks !$%^&$#^......
I see times changing ahead of me.....parents visit the clinic to find out whether their new-born has enough brains to score record-breaking those-things, men of the underworld keep their business roaring by simply sending threat-letters to corporate colleges and 'concept' schools ("We want your moolah, or we will kidnap your college topper")If this happened to the principal of my college (where I did 11th and 12th), the principal would coax the gangsters into a 'business-deal'.....people are exchanging marks for money....
All this just doesn't seem to affect some people, but then it seems to affect everyone around me, well, maybe they just dont say it out loud.... or maybe it is happening all over, and I am right somewhere, or maybe it's happening only in my part of the world, which is quite small( am I glad for that or what!)
Let's all make up our minds and try to change the educational system, let us try and convince atleast a fraction of the population that marks take you only that far, let's bring it down to a level where everyone has everything, everyone is educated...let's educate them!!!
This may seem like I'm against getting marks or something. I'd like you to know that i'm only having my say about people around being obsessed with them.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
di da di da tu tum tu tum
It's been a while, and I wonder if anyone is actually reading my stuff. Anyway, as I'm not posting on any particular topic, let me just randomize the post....the title is random, well almost....we had English 'Lab' in first year, which was when I learnt how to define the sound of a particular sentence...LOL, what fun it was....to analyse such silly things as come-and-go sentences and scrutinise how we've been speaking a language, and, in the process, learn how to repair an old out-of-order tape-recorder, which takes the liberty to stop gracefully as one tries to sleep off it's verbal compost....now, did I just call it fun?
And an update on my last post: I passed my driving test - marginally, I should add. And now I'm a kinda-proud license-holder.
'Wad else....?' Well, we've moved to a new, better house, and settled down good and proper, so good and proper that it became so routine that I had to change myself to, well, change.
And I've got my mid exams in a week and haven't even started preparing. The stuff that was waiting to be gulped down a fortnight earlier is still waiting, and the heap is growing gradually into an Everest of sorts, and here I am blogging away to entertain my poor bored soul. Only mine. Boo Hoo. Sob Sob. And bloody why, oh why did I have to volunteer to give a seminar in a much-disliked subject of mine?? Some god-forsaken inspiration to improve a badly wilted marklist....how very typical of me.
Well it all makes me look like a hyper-bored human living solely for nothing, if anything like that is possible. And I must admit it's kinda true, the way I'm disconnecting every para of the post...(sigh), makes me feel like I'm waiting for an apple to fall, all the while sitting under a banana tree. Guess I should greet the exams like old friends (duhhhh!!!!) and hi-five them and plan for some holidaying later on. Some ray of light at the end of a tunnelled Great Wall of China....
And an update on my last post: I passed my driving test - marginally, I should add. And now I'm a kinda-proud license-holder.
'Wad else....?' Well, we've moved to a new, better house, and settled down good and proper, so good and proper that it became so routine that I had to change myself to, well, change.
And I've got my mid exams in a week and haven't even started preparing. The stuff that was waiting to be gulped down a fortnight earlier is still waiting, and the heap is growing gradually into an Everest of sorts, and here I am blogging away to entertain my poor bored soul. Only mine. Boo Hoo. Sob Sob. And bloody why, oh why did I have to volunteer to give a seminar in a much-disliked subject of mine?? Some god-forsaken inspiration to improve a badly wilted marklist....how very typical of me.
Well it all makes me look like a hyper-bored human living solely for nothing, if anything like that is possible. And I must admit it's kinda true, the way I'm disconnecting every para of the post...(sigh), makes me feel like I'm waiting for an apple to fall, all the while sitting under a banana tree. Guess I should greet the exams like old friends (duhhhh!!!!) and hi-five them and plan for some holidaying later on. Some ray of light at the end of a tunnelled Great Wall of China....
Monday, July 24, 2006
This is something one can never learn off a book.
I have been a reasonably good student in college.
I signed up for driving classes last month. I started off well, and everyone including me was happy. That was until last Monday. You might have felt sometime: Today isn't going as I'm wanting it to go. You can say that that's exactly what I felt as I sat in the driver's seat. I assumed that I should dismiss the thought and I started the car(read: a rather careless assembly of ancient motor parts, which just happened to be in their right places for just enough time.)
"Grunt grunt...bang!" The car, you guessed it, stopped. The shopkeeper nearby looked interested, and so did the onlookers. My Sir gave me a look that said:"Do that again and I'll just about allow you to do the steering."
Okay mister. I know what I did wrong. I started it again, and held on to the clutch this time. And Yay! It moved!! Well, it moved, and nothing else. A few paces and I was heading straight into the speed breaker, which greeted the local residents every weekday by trying valiantly to dislogde a few neck bones as they went over it on their two wheelers( you might include the car I was in). No problem. Still in first gear. "Bump, clang..*ouch* ..thud!@%%$#@."
Woah. A few metres into the 8 km long torture, and my palms are already sweating. I'm actually reliving a bad, !bad!, *bad* experience. Let me finish it though, or I'll be sleeping trying to swerve out of the way of the endless mass of vehicular population(read: fan, sound effects provided by Mr.Next Door's T.V.)
Yeah. I hold on to the steering wheel *hard* and steady the moving mass of assorted metal and take a turn. Goes alright, oh but these things tend to happen, a tiny ray of light is but gladly accepted when one is trying to escape the unattended mass of emotions. You actually feel the unsolicited effects of a dementor attack, even though you're a muggle. Now if you're staring at the words 'dementor' and 'muggle' with a *familiar* buzzing in your ears, shame on you!
Uh oh. I'm going haywire with my narration of my version of 'A Series of Unfortunate Events', though it may seem I'm just juggling (with?) your time(giggles).
Okay mister. Woah. Yeah. Uh oh. That sums up the words I used on that fateful Monday while driving(learning to, twiddling with, playing around, et al). Now I'm glad to announce that I have reached the end of the month-long course(end of my tether, more like) and I'll be giving my driving test next Monday. Now was that coincidence or do the dementors like their Mondays??
I signed up for driving classes last month. I started off well, and everyone including me was happy. That was until last Monday. You might have felt sometime: Today isn't going as I'm wanting it to go. You can say that that's exactly what I felt as I sat in the driver's seat. I assumed that I should dismiss the thought and I started the car(read: a rather careless assembly of ancient motor parts, which just happened to be in their right places for just enough time.)
"Grunt grunt...bang!" The car, you guessed it, stopped. The shopkeeper nearby looked interested, and so did the onlookers. My Sir gave me a look that said:"Do that again and I'll just about allow you to do the steering."
Okay mister. I know what I did wrong. I started it again, and held on to the clutch this time. And Yay! It moved!! Well, it moved, and nothing else. A few paces and I was heading straight into the speed breaker, which greeted the local residents every weekday by trying valiantly to dislogde a few neck bones as they went over it on their two wheelers( you might include the car I was in). No problem. Still in first gear. "Bump, clang..*ouch* ..thud!@%%$#@."
Woah. A few metres into the 8 km long torture, and my palms are already sweating. I'm actually reliving a bad, !bad!, *bad* experience. Let me finish it though, or I'll be sleeping trying to swerve out of the way of the endless mass of vehicular population(read: fan, sound effects provided by Mr.Next Door's T.V.)
Yeah. I hold on to the steering wheel *hard* and steady the moving mass of assorted metal and take a turn. Goes alright, oh but these things tend to happen, a tiny ray of light is but gladly accepted when one is trying to escape the unattended mass of emotions. You actually feel the unsolicited effects of a dementor attack, even though you're a muggle. Now if you're staring at the words 'dementor' and 'muggle' with a *familiar* buzzing in your ears, shame on you!
Uh oh. I'm going haywire with my narration of my version of 'A Series of Unfortunate Events', though it may seem I'm just juggling (with?) your time(giggles).
Okay mister. Woah. Yeah. Uh oh. That sums up the words I used on that fateful Monday while driving(learning to, twiddling with, playing around, et al). Now I'm glad to announce that I have reached the end of the month-long course(end of my tether, more like) and I'll be giving my driving test next Monday. Now was that coincidence or do the dementors like their Mondays??
Monday, June 12, 2006
Hurray!!!
Guess what guess what!
I made Poornaa walk three kilometres!!!!
Yipee!!! Haba haba ho ho haba haba.
She had the misfortune of meeting me in Bangalore and being hungry at that particular point of time. So I bribed her with a plate of set dosa and walked her to one Sanki Tank, around one-an-a-half kms from her place.
The babe now owes me the same, and more!!
Hey Poo I'm sure you're going to comment some red hot lines,(wide grin) just try and make them spicy too!!He he.
I made Poornaa walk three kilometres!!!!
Yipee!!! Haba haba ho ho haba haba.
She had the misfortune of meeting me in Bangalore and being hungry at that particular point of time. So I bribed her with a plate of set dosa and walked her to one Sanki Tank, around one-an-a-half kms from her place.
The babe now owes me the same, and more!!
Hey Poo I'm sure you're going to comment some red hot lines,(wide grin) just try and make them spicy too!!He he.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Intro.
Hey readers, this is Anusha B. I guess that must sum me up. Yeah, well your name is everything right? For now, let it be.
This blog is somewhat of an extension of my previous one, Anusha B. I abandoned it altogether. But go ahead if you want to know what Me is all,um..partly, about.
There was a time when I had thoughts of giving up blogging, but then boredom got me back where I was, and as I surveyed my blog, I knew I needed another one.
So, that's about what I have for now. Let's see what more Me has in store for You in the coming ..umm..days. :)
This blog is somewhat of an extension of my previous one, Anusha B. I abandoned it altogether. But go ahead if you want to know what Me is all,um..partly, about.
There was a time when I had thoughts of giving up blogging, but then boredom got me back where I was, and as I surveyed my blog, I knew I needed another one.
So, that's about what I have for now. Let's see what more Me has in store for You in the coming ..umm..days. :)
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