Today I made a huge discovery. But I decide to remain silent about it least I give Edison inferiority complex in his grave. I love probability. they have questions like: find the probability that at least one bomb strikes a gupta ? Ans: 1.  Prateek starred in a movie called : R&AC, beer and dhoka. The plot is usual, R &AC exam comes up, prateek says he needs to study for it and 4 days later, he's caught having beer at Geoffrey's. Fat pahadi liar!!!!!(for the geeks, R&AC stands for Rat's Ass Crap..the "&" is just in there to make it look all sophisticated and complex)...The gupta battalion hates me,seems I'm giving them free publicity. What a bunch of morons, they are already 70% of the public!!!!....for baniyas, they do suck at mathematics!!!!!.....I'm a mallu who did half of his schooling in anna-land!!!...life can't get any better near the equator......at times,"what is are you doing" sounds like a legitimate sentence(courtesy my 7th grade maths teacher.....and yes, she had a proper south indian name: samrajyalaxmi!!!!)............and of course, I do have those friends who go "ada paavi!!!" (* tamil for :oh my god, its said that the anna ancients used to say this to scare away humans!!!) at the mention of words like beer, puff, pint, whiskey, sex, girlfriend and life....there's a general feeling that southies are marginalized in N.India...well, if you walk around in lungi(I knew one who went modern and dressed in red shirts,yellow pants and freaky dev anand styled caps....didn't help either), acting like rajnikanth and talking like vijaykanth(nokidding, check this out:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxQt8WDpIpM), accusing people here of giving you weird looks, you shouldn't be surprised. I had a friend with a dark secret in school. Like all "baiys" in my school, excluding the guys in a group who had the title conferred "the rascal fellow" by the principal on each of them(the only resemblance I have with one of those rascals, with the same name as me, is when I stare in the mirror, everything else is fictitious...parallel universes..and mirrors are cheap liars u see,...even the magic mirror cheated the witch queen(sweet monica bellucci)....:-(..!!!) he had a patch of vibuthi ( ash.....all kids were great fans of Lord shiva)...but the truth was.....IT WAS FAIR & LOVELY!!!!!...that rat bastard used it as a back up during the lunch break beautification...and he actually thought it was a million dollar idea and pledged a whole string of "mother promise" and "god promise" when I found it out. ( for the nosy ones , his name was Suresh and the only thing darker than him him was him on a no moon night with no stars.). Yes, it's my semester exam time and yes, I'm bored!!!!

May the force be with you. and with me. and so be all the crap. People are subject to trouble in various sizes and shapes and designations. Weird faculties, old-hag HODs and fat ass lab assistants. Life is determined by a variety of variables, download speeds, manga updates and torrent availability. In college, some people have very good academics...the rest have a life and great friends. The Queen of England is married to the King of England....queer people....if you are already the Queen, marry another country's prince..!!!. Sex is over-rated. So say those who have had it. Hypocritical Bastards!!!. Certain people in college have 100% attendance..by 4th year, they are like the crew on Davy Jone's Dutchman...a part of the scribbled walls, defunct ACs and broken chairs. The pigeons poop on them and nobody notices!!!. Of course there are certain limitations in college life. And of course, they are all fictional. Life Daffy Duck...a flurry of quacky rules. Everybody likes a joke once in a while. All the remaining while, its just the joker at a high probability of skull injury. Its important to look at the bigger picture. Everybody should look at the bigger picture. That way, you get to be irresponsible for the smaller parts and still have a justification for it. Of course, you were looking at the bigger picture!!!. Who invented the word "apple" ? In a lecture, a long restrained need to piss can be a huge driving force :
- it keeps you awake...the only time you look forward to going to the washroom.
- the act is more relieving than a lecture in progress.
- you feel good after a good piss, but feel pissed after a lecture.
Now, a mathematical problem:
A and B live 158 kms apart. A can walk at 3.7 kmph and B can walk at 2.2 kmph...assuming both decide to walk towards each other, find,
- what the hell is wrong with A and B ?
1- both are crazy.
2- you are crazy coz you came up with all that.
3- both 1 and 2
4- I am hungry. I need food.

The duct tape blog started as a blog about the story of the duct-tape and has come to cover various topics, like "staring at white walls to kill boredom", "studying the motion of imaginary flies", "b.tech engg" to "nothing". Everybody loves to dabble in philosophy.Doesn't make a difference if its self made or the highly prevalent "Ctrl+c" and "Ctrl+v" types. Google Buzz is still a no brainer......my brain can't comprehend what it is trying to achieve. Emoticons are over-rated.....they make your fingers do circus stances on the keyboard, and I can't ever seem to remember them. Its equivalent to manually remembering to laugh at a joke than spontaneously laughing at it. It must be taken into consideration that the English language was funny even before the emoticons "lol"ed their way into the language. (of course most of the jokes were English jokes and there were more chances of a partridge pooping on ur head twice in succession than an Englishman understanding their own jokes. Eg.:
englishman 1: I saw thies indean maun with aa twiech on his faace. The faace snotted averytaime he lau-oghed. aet was saw fanny I haed to haold my paaants fram fallin doon.(which translated into meaningful english means:I saw this indian man with a twitch on his face. the face snorted everytime he laughed. it was so funny I had to hold my pants from falling down).
englishman 2: hahahahahaaa. you aere a fanny maun.(19th century "lol"ing. you are a funny man). (yes, they were racists)
GOD(highabove) : what the fuck!!!!! twany pieces of twit poodles!!!!!
the author: end of joke. start "lol" ing or "rofl"ing ur ass off.

men make and un-make themselves, but the cake still needs to be baked and coffee is good anytime of the day!!...........ya, I know, don't ask why!!Its called mechanical engg.

Very little is known about Mr. satpathy ( the guy who teaches *ahem-ahem* for 4th year mechanical engg.) other than that his name rhymes with aggarbathi and he is of the male bong species, where male is actually ,in most cases, an exaggeration. There are a few male like sanyal but then he can beat the shit out of actual males so fast that the victim would hope they were of the opp sex. And we aren't talking about the sayal type bongs. (Hope now sanyal is not offended about me blabbering about the bongs.). And then, very little number of people care to know more than a little about satpathy. The sad fate of mech faculties. If somebody had asked him " what is your favorite part about teaching?", I'm pretty sure that at the mention of the word "favorite", a subconscious trigger would have already splashed images of gulab jamun/rosgollas in his head that it would have drowned out the remaining part of the question, even though nobody would have any idea as to what the question was about. An average class in a standard mechanical 4th year section is made of the following components :
- two/ five bollywood songs sung in the class which initiates a whole plethora of animal laughter. Any normal/sane time and these songs would have been unbearable, but faculties do have a gift of making even the most mundane gutter shit appear extremely good.
- a bunch of random expletives hurled at nobody, but which the faculty assumes to be directed at him, making him vulnerable to a whole lot of abuses that would make the 1st few appear like they were religious verses from the vedas.
- a set of games that is played at the last few pages of the notebook. The faster the guy who won the local class Olympics in these, the better for him to be all the more less discrete about it.
-some stupid comment by the faculty aimed at silencing the students, but instead ends up shoving the faculties’ foot down his mouth.
- a blackmail / ransom game with the attendance by the faculties aimed at the student, only to make the faculty realize that certain vocabulary have expanded a lot while since their college days.
- the final roll call at the end of the class, the only time in the class when faculties are allowed to assert their importance. After all, if every dog can have its day, then once in a while, every faculty should be allowed his minute!!

N.B: I just got away with writing “all the more less” above!!! and you thought there was nothing wrong with it.