There is a time in every man's education

There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.

The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact, makes much impression on him, and another none. This sculpture in the memory is not without preestablished harmony. The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray.

We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cowards. A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise, shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

If only

If only I had known.

Or did I? Maybe I did.

Ah, screw it. Its over anyway.

Only fuckpots crib.

The one that wasn’t meant to be

I ran, wondering if I could make it,

My instincts weren't sound enough,

I'd given up sleep for this and I admit,

I did not foresee the bluff

I hadn't a clue why I was taking it,

As I entered the cramming was on,

So was the last minute lifesaving shit,

Dint bother me, my moment was gone

I walked in uneasy; I'd made my peace,

I was just gonna let it pass,

Said he, the tall fat guy, 'Shut up please

Relax, no test today, I dismiss this class'

The death of the PPT

Ah, what would life be without the PPT,
Empty audi and an emptier high tea,
With them done, life wouldn't be the same again,
The oh so lovely monologues of mck, bcg n bain

And the placecommer; spare him a thought,
This ain't what the disciplinarian had sought,
No one to order around, nobody to fine,
Blasphemy he cried, when the PGP1 dared to opine

As he sat back and recollected his spoils of yore
The pride, the 'audacity', the fcuk he kept in check before,
The harried PGP1s, their schedules, their mindspace,
Wonderful were those PPTs, sweet were the times of Place

These roses…

These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones;

they are for what they are;

they exist with God to-day.

There is no time to them.

There is simply the rose;

it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts;

in the full-blown flower there is no more;

in the leafless root there is no less.

Its nature is satisfied, and it satisfies nature, in all moments alike.

But man postpones or remembers;

he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future.

He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.

Self Reliance by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Blogging from Word!

Another of those things that mankind should be grateful to Microsoft for (the others being windows/excel!)

I am writing this from the comfort of my word processor window! Nice J

But I have three projects and a BGS presentation tomorrow morning! and that aint nice!

Confessions of a comatose classmate

Once upon a time in Bangalore,

Was a guy who just couldn’t sleep at night,

With projects, presentations and an ass so sore,

He’d gotten used to his sorry plight

Every night he'd lie and stare,

At the walls, around him and online,

And to think of it life's not fair,

Some classes were at 8! not fine!

He tossed and turned and you know what,

He tried every position he knew,

He even tried to exhaust himself,

And cut down on strong brew

And so he would tell himself, Dude!

I am gonna stay up through class today,

He'd fight it hard and still hit the desk

Coma, his nick, was damned to stay!

And on a not-so-fine day there was a PPT,

It sounded cool and he took notice,

But when they got to the boring slides, you see,

He napped a sec, but the placecommer just wouldnt miss

Life went on and so did he,

Another bunch of endterms at IIMB,

A vision then told him 'Its okay to classnap

Life is not all about classes, you see!'

He was last seen enjoying his nap,

Through some monologue or mindless yap,

No more struggles, no resistance anymore,

Life's fulfilling when you sleep through a bore!