MS Word

I vividly remember the lot of red strikes and round clear red circles I got as a school boy in my notebooks.The math teacher,being particularly zealous when it came to correction,used to circumscribe my calculations with particularly large ovals which started from one end of the page,encompassing all,ending with a flourish cutting the start of the oval forming a decent sized noose.In fact,I beleive,so much was her zest for redding my notebook that the circles included for a majority of times,elementary calculations that were without doubt correct.Even if I ever ,in regard of the matronly figure,forgave her on that account,she would definetely need to apologize to me someday on taking away my power of assumption or rather redding it.It was because of those overbearingly large red circles that I doubted my statements like "Let x=no. of mangoes that Ramu has". :P At that time most of my englih teachers had about the same habit.It was as if any 250 word piece of witing would look good only if the blue mass of words was suitably punctuated with a lot of red.

The first time I met Microsoft word,I was reminded of them again,after a very long time.You see,they have the same highly disconcerting habit of redding stuff.While it is most helpful,if you put that indicative curvy red line below "words" like benaeth or curwy,My dear Bill Gates,you still have to apologize to mankind on how your deplorable software decided to red proper nouns?? Now,I sit writing references to my report with Sankalp on The Word.Fine if you think Haykins(a no unordinary author let me assure you) should be spelt Haskin or Harkin or Hakim or Haying but it is agonizing when I enter my name for a change and find that according to Word Aditya is wrong and it should instead be spelt,Abita,Anita or Dainty????

Anyway the name stuck.I am called Dainty nowadays.(rolls eyes..hmph) but not before I turned tables on my dear friend Sankalp by redding his name too in Word.Out of Sank Alp,Sandal and Sanyal,wicked me chose to call him Sandal.:P It was a pity,we mused later,that Bill Gates didnt know Hindi because the closest hindi expletive that came close to ShivRam's redded castration by WOrd, Hiram, is harami. :)It also turns out,we joked about later,that Gates might have been afraid of our professor because Word hardly touched his name.The maximum it did was to sugeest meekly to try putting a space between the name,which was not taken anyway.

Discliamer: Word or no word,nuffink cann correct da speeling mishtakes here on this paage.Screw red.

11:51 to 12:12

I am sleepy.It has been a long day.Not work wise.I dont think I would be so tired if I had actually done something useful this whole 24 hours.I would have been running more on adrenaline than anything else.But I am sleepy and tired.It has been an unproductive day after all.

At the end of one-and-a-half-months of my summer project,i am vaguely left with the feeling that maybe I dont get to do what I wanted to do after all.Publish a paper.The material is excellent,quite stimulating but despo-ism and given-up is not an unordinary attitude to wear at the end of the day,after being subjected to the idiosyncracies of the heralders of learning,our proffesors.While the paper may not happen I sure have learned several things about myself in this stint at IIT Kharagpur.Lets summarize shall we?

a)I apparently can go a full morning and afternoon without anything but tea,provided I get dinner(preferably rice and sambar) at the end of it :P

b)I can survive horrendous bathrooms adorned with extremes like decaying walls that look like they are going to peel off and fall on you while you try not to touch them while taking bath or lavarotories "protecting" or trying to protect the privacy of their occupant with locks that would fall off if a 2 year old sloth lazily pushed it.

c)My shoulders are as good as they were in high school when my heavy(understated) bag used to be the object of perpectual amazement to fellow bus-riders.Now apparently,I can carry a heavy book on Statistical signal processing,an umbrella,dozens of loose papers,2 hard bound long notebooks and my sweater in it without resembling the hunchback of Notre Dame when I get it off.

d)That there are places where samosas are absolutely absolutely uneatable.And at such places,if this blogger tries vainly to get through a second plate of samosas he will end up with a potta neppi(stomach-ache) the next day.Oh,gastric troubles too :P

e)That it is better to use your own legs and walk than try riding a bicycle of the 70's which looks fully capable of dismatling itself into shambles when you try to overtake a cycle rickshaw wala.

f)That sqeuaking chappals annoy everyone,even the matronly white haired old lady who you thought was too busy to notice it even if the lab was on fire.

g)That I dont ever want to hear the squeaking of a bed in the room above me when its occupant is moving his bed around or (more understandably) jerking off because it is going to remind me of this place :P

Okay,thats a lot for now.I dont think I can stand the sleep anymore.I have to get back,escaping the dogs,to my room and then face the mosquitoes you know :P