Tag Archive: Hate



Get a life, L-who's-ers!

Mind your own business.

Something forgotten by most of us.

Today, my brother’s senior high result came out, which sort of decides his future (the viewpoint of everyone living here in India). Luckily, his result turned out a lot better than we expected – but not leveling up to his peers. Well, competition is tough, so no blame.

Anyhow, well almost everyone who knew about it started ringing up to congratulate etc. But out of those, there are always one or two, who are always heads up about their own kids rather than others. So, there were few acquaintances of ours, who called up my mom to ask her about the result.

So what exactly the conversation was, I have absolutely no clue. But this is what I interpreted from what my mom told me:

Aunty 1: So, how was his result?
Mom: Eehh. Fine. Scored 88%.
Aunty 1: Hmm. Not that good. He does seem to have the caliber though.
Mom: Yeah. But we are pretty satisfied with this too.
Aunty 1: I doubt you should be. I mean my son got 90% something.
Mom: *hsjdgsjkh* Hmm. Okay.
Aunty 1: <<Blabbers about her friends who secured something around 90 plus minus etc>>
Mom: *STFU you freaking moron. I really don’t care about you or your bloody fake life, you pretentious little bitch*
Aunty 1: <<Still blabbers something about his kid, on how he’s so good in academics etc etc>>
Mom (angrily): Okay. Listen up lady, my kid does everything. He helps out with household chores, drives up even at 12 am to help someone in need etc. He’s not like other bloody kid who just sits at home stuck to his book and getting all arrogant about it. *In your face* (She was pin pointing to her kid)
Aunty 1: <<perhaps silent>> Okay.
Mom Hangs up.

NOTE: All the statements between ” * * ” and  ” << >> ” is what would be going in their minds.

So that was more like “Take that suckaa..!” from my mom to her. And I liked it.

But my brother totally went all haloed on it and said, “You shouldn’t have done that. It’s alright. We should just stay focused on our lives rather than poisoning it with hate for other people. And other people commenting shouldn’t really bother you at all.” I agreed. And she went all happy on how great her kid is. XD

But this sort of thing happened with few more aunties who chit chatted with my mum. And one of them came to us too.

Anyho, I always learn something or the other from him, although he is 3.5 years younger to me. But he is more sensible. I’m still a kid. And whenever I need some guy advice or any other stuff, I go to him.

Apart from that:

Exams from tomorrow. Wish me luck. And I completely forgot:

  1. The weather’s back to 43 degrees. Like I said.
  2. I just have 5 hours in all (even though my exam starts at 2 pm) to complete up with more than 7 lengthy chapters. And microprocessors sucks.
  3. Shit. I forgot this one.
Days remaining for my birthday: 47!
And maybe I think too much or it’s really true but I really wanna put up this question:
Do guys get all unromantic and focused more during exams?
Are girls really emotional freaks? (My answer to this: Yes.)
Because apparently my boy (okay. I’ll take the blame for this) doesn’t really bother up much these days. And he said that he really loved me. And now for him it’s more like, “I really don’t care”. (Perhaps this is because of my attitude. And I made him all fucked up with me, which is totally acceptable for his current behavior. But yeah. I do love him.)
Okay. And yes. Chances for this might being my last post are pretty high. Because if he reads this, he’ll definitely kill me.
Peace my little minions! 😛
And yes. He might even kill me for the fact that I even thought that he would kill me for mentioning him. Or that he doesn’t love me anymore. Or how much I think. Or anything.
Okay. I do think a lot.

Want To Hear A Joke?

So, I’ll continue my title here..

The funniest and lamest joke ever to be heard?

Definitely hands down on this one.


Well, these days I have my external (major/final) practical examinations going on for my current semester. First one was on Friday, the 13th (Sounds spooky, right!). So, we had two vivas today (16th, Monday). From 10 am to 5 pm (as per the schedule). And our class of 60 students is divided into 2 batch – Group A and Group B. Group A (the initial roll numbers) had Data Warehousing viva from 10 to 1 pm; while Group B had OOSE (Object Oriented Software Engineering). And for the next time slot (2 – 5 pm), subjects were swapped for the vivas.

Our first viva (Data Warehousing & Data Mining) started (not literally) at 11.00 am. This is the end term/semester practical exam, I’m talking about here, which actually changes our final result.

So anyhow, 11.00, we are sitting in the lab, waiting for our teacher to turn up. We ask our lab assistant, when will any of the teachers (either our subject teacher or our external teacher) will turn up. The tape was kept on loop for half an hour lullabying “5 mins, and he’ll be here.”

Finally, at 11.30, our sweet-ass assistant comes up and announces that we can do whatever we want as our final experiment from our files. Oh! How lucky we felt at that time! All of my group members, ran for their files, copied whichever experiments they felt were easy for them to explain to the external teacher. It hardly took us 15 mins to get our jobs done.

Again, we started pestering our assistant teacher, asking when will our teachers arrive for the viva. Monotonously he replied, ” She is from USIT (another school, from our university). And she said she will be here in sometime”. So we sat there, re-revising every possible thing we could. DWDM seemed an easy subject. You could speak or debate on the topics in this somehow.

Time: 12.00 pm

No sign of any of the faculty or external teacher. Sick and tired of the text, we gave away with our warehousing and started preparing for our next viva.

Time: 12.30 pm

Our external finally turns up. We breathe a sigh of relief. She starts with our viva. She asked us 2 questions, and our answers to both were futile. So my expectations of having a good nice scoring viva, swept away like the inscriptions made on the sand during a full moon day, in just few mins.

PS: This is just the end of Group A story. Group B’s external hadn’t even turned up till now, even hours after the scheduled time of their viva.

Time: 2.00 pm

The scheduled time for my next viva. OOSE. Group B students are forcefully made to leave the lab. We take our seats. Our teacher allotted us the question we did in our files. We start writing. No clue about our OOSE external. Both the groups are literally exhausted.

Time: 3.30 pm

She finally turns up. And that teacher is talking like jungle-es. She takes group B’s viva first, who are already done with their second viva. And then our turn. My jaws actually fell open with the kind of questions she asked and the way she was talking to all of us. So anyhow, by 4.30 we were done with our vivas.

End of Part 1.

Part 2:

Our batch has the highest number of students who failed to secure even the minimum defined percentile of attendance, which is 75%. We are around 41 students out of a bunch of 60-65, who are being “apparently detained” for not being regular with the lectures. And I have the least = 43%.

So our bloody dean, asked us to get our parents to college (Oh, yes. 3rd year, and we have to bring our parents to meet and talk to some teacher, sign an undertaking form for having a short attendance and acknowledging the fact that we can get detained next semester for failing to do the same).

And our head of the department for our branch, is such a jerk, that he is not letting us get away with it easily. So on wednesday, we have to go to college with our parents and sign a stupid form.

And I actually got bored and over with the aggression I had with my college, and few other intimate things in my life which were killing me. Because I actually started writing this from 7.45 pm and right now it’s 1 am. 😛

I had to deal with a lot in between, ranging from my mother yelling at my younger brother, to the same. And passing away few mins here and there, just made it more jaded.

So, I’m off. And I won’t be taking my folks to college for such a silly thing.