The Ranger

The ranger stood by the river peering,
o'er the mountains vast
looking for a certain being so he could,
sigh - "At last"
None he found whither he sought, and
the journey echoed his past.

The lake saw the visitor,
glancing o'er her shimmering face,
enquired she of his charge,
asked what brings him to her place,
I look for a man; a friend; a brother;
an ally who speaks my tongue.
A being who has much to tell and,
plenty to hear from the other.

Ask the mountains, for he knows best, said she,
many a winters endured has he
Of the man you seek, I know not,
for none who walks, has passed me.

The mountain stood tall and wide,
holding the ranger in his bosom.
Spoke the ranger to his rocky hide
if the man of a nature such he fathom?
Nay...
Bellowed the giant earth, of him I know not,
But the clouds might answer thee, and
give you an answer better than me..

The ranger spotted a lone cloud,
adrift by the blustering wind,
Cried, he too, in vehemence,
of lacking knowledge and of innocence.
Said the drifter to the rueful countenance,
Give in not to despair,
seek the sun for an answer fair.
For he descries all,
from the smallest blade of grass,
to the colossal mountain tall.

Many a miles have I trodden thus,
and many a ears have hearken'ed me,
The sun is the wisest, they said, of all;
and thus I approach thee..

Search why for a man such,
when unique'st of the living are thee.
A man you describe has never been, and
shall never in the coming be.
Alone art thou in flesh and bone,
but never alone in spirit free.
Such was the wisdom the sun shone;
and it shines still upon those who care to see..

Thoughts on God and Religion II

It's a lousy way to start a post but I think I owe my readers an apology for not writing for a considerable amount of time. The tribulations of a 'writer's blocked' mind is better not said.

Continuing from the previous article here I would like to present how modern science does not - as popularly believed - contradict religion, but in fact sings the same rhyme in a slightly different note.

God - the product of perspectives

I often feel that the "5 blind men and the elephant"* analogy suits this situation perfectly. Each one of the blind men , see things from their perspective and think it right to crack another man's skull. The truth, as I need not assert, is far away from us. Why then must we even bother? Why, if we are such universal dimwits, should we consider breaking our heads over something so profound and over-whelming? Should we not abandon that train of thought altogether?
I think not!!
I think of ourselves and our collective dilemma as that of a kindergarten child's when he encounters a grade 10 math problem. Imagine this child were to somehow have a very very basic knowledge of algebra or trigonometry, his head would still reel when trying to think of something of that complexity. More so practically such a child would not be able to comprehend the magnanimity of the issue. Such is our dilemma. But then is it also not true that the same kid would some day end up doing them at ease in less than a minute?

In a nutshell, the human race, at present, is not evolved to effectively do a "2 and 2 is 4" type of analysis on these subjects. We are however - taking an optimist's stand - able to comprehend the question at hand, which I feel should come as a great relief to all of us. Like I said in my previous post, eliminating wrong choices will eventually leave us with the only and the right option. So that is all I'm doing - discarding the bad apples.
Many people are of the opinion that a man's religion is his personal choice and must not be questioned. This is far from truth. If someone were to believe that Mickey mouse is God, he would be sent to the psychiatric ward, strangely if a whole nation believes Mickey Mouse is God, it becomes customary for the visiting dignitaries to visit Mickey Mouse temples/churches/.../ and offer respects. That brings me to this question.

Is individual stupidity madness and collective stupidity culture?


Evolution and scientific temper.

A little digression here is required. Imagine the world several thousand years ago. Imagine when man first looked up at sky and wondered what lies beyond, or when he first peered far and wide into the horizon wondering what he could find farther than the farthest point he could see?
Now, this man, is our metaphorical kindergarten child. He is a person with a tiny bit of knowledge - gathered from his wanderings - confronted with a humongous task. What would such a person do?
It's obvious that he would try to solve the problem using whatever resources (knowledge/methods) he has. So, it shouldn't come as a surprise if he were to think that the world is flat. Why should he think any different? The Earth does look flat and he is rightly entitled to believe so. This man, was a man of science at the most primitive level. The earliest pre-historic scientist. He was attune with his senses and arrived at a solution which didn't clash with his observations.

If we were to move a few thousand years ahead now we would find that religious texts, scripts and God concept also happened because of man's acute shortage of resources combined with a desperation to find answers. An analogy here would be the plum-pudding model of an atom. Although it has now been proven wrong, yet it holds a historical significance because it led us here.

God was our plum-pudding model. Religion was man's scientific inquiry gone awry. It is obvious, he thought, that nothing can be born out of itself and therefore someone created the universe. So lets call him God. Owing to millions of people's imagination broth'ed over several millenia the God concept is now as colourful and vivid as man's imagination itself.
Pre-historic man is not to be blamed, we are. He had no access to telescope or else several false theories wouldn't have originated at all.
So this is another reason why the God concept is redundant. It throws evolution off-track by several thousand years. It means that the child in Kindergarten is made to sit in the same class year after year. Hopefully, some such children are learning to break free.

I'm taking an agnostic stand here, but I believe that someday the kid will no longer be a kid. He would evolve and find the answer. Our role in this evolutionary juggernaut is to ensure that it doesn't veer off course, which is a very very important responsibility.

The above essay takes a strongly objective view of the God concept and does not attempt to explain any subjective aspects. This is done for the sake of clarity.
In the next article (yes, there has to be another) I will try to explain that polytheism is indeed true. there are only two kinds of God - a personal God and an evolutionary God - each having different purposes.

Thoughts on God and religion.

This post is in response to a post written by Akshay Yadav. After reading his views on God and religion I felt that I too must say few things. So here it goes...

As a kid I was a staunch atheist, a non-believer to the core, much to the dismay of my deeply religious and pious parents. Then, there was this intermediate stage in my life when I actually started making sincere efforts to be religious. I must have been around 14/15 then. One can say that as an impressionable young teenager, fitting into the peer group was more important to me than the myriad intricacies of religion and spirituality. Then, later sometime in my college days I turned towards spirituality. The 'God is one' and 'all religions are the same' philosophy. My views since then, have not a little, or rather they have rather evolved slowly, fermenting like wine. May be many decades from now I can sit back and enjoy a refreshing sip, a result of years of accumulated wisom.

Over these many years, I have listened to every single argument, idea, theory on topics ranging far and wide, from the hackneyed right wing fanatical discourses on religion to more subtle and intelligent constructive analysis of the universe bordering on logic and reason. None of them even come close to providing an answer.
All this and more made me wonder if there is even an answer to 'Life universe and everything'. If life were a science-fiction novel then I would have accepted 42 as the answer for 'Life universe and everything', but alas! it's not so. So what is it then? The answer?
Alas, I don't have any to offer. This post by no means tries to find any answers, but only to negate and discard (eliminate) few wrong choices humans have made as the author sees it.

Religion

However much I try to appreciate any religion I only feel that I'm deceiving myself, that I'm protecting it solely because I'm linked to it by birth or because my fellow brothers elsewhere are.
I think its time I stop the proverbial-brushing the dirt under the carpet.

Every man has a signature style which reflects in his work, thoughts and actions. Leonardo da vinci had a signature style, Michealangelo had one, so did countless other men-distinguished or otherwise- like Tolstoy, Mozart, Chopin, Raja Ravi Verma, Kalidasa, Ayn Rand, Speilberg, Ruskin Bond etc etc.. If you look at humanity as a collective whole, you can see that just like an individual, mankind too leaves behind a unique signature stamp on all its creations. A common thread runs through all his creations which finds its base in human psychology. So if one were to study religion with an academician's nonchalance one would observe that religion is after all a product of man's innermost and deepest psychological manifestations. The interaction of different psychological faculties of man viz :- insecurity, comfort, fear, sense of belonging, urge to love and to be loved, deliverance from pain etc is the cornerstone for the popularity of organized religion. As an example, don't most of the popular religions we know advocate God as some sort of a chief/king/leader/ruler etc with unimaginable powers and reach? The fact that man wishes to visualize God as a just and benevolent ruler who punishes the bad and rewards the good is an extrapolation of a noble King who rewards the good and punishes the bad. Almost all Hindu Gods bear this resemblance in varying degrees. Christianity - though never admitting directly- gives the image of god as a grand old man with a silvery white beard looking down on his subjects. Koran mentions the concept of 'jannat' and 'jahannum' meaning heaven and hell, again one can see man's footprints here. Garudapurana mentions the existance of different types of hell for different categories of sinners. Why then are we made to believe that these scriptures have been given to us by Gods/angels/heaven etc. Any religion in its simplest form is nothing but an outcome of the feudalistic mindset of man.

Two things are worth noting here, fear and insecurity. Man throughout is principally being run by these two faculties. Religion exploits these two emotions perfectly into making men into sheep.
Do this else you'll go to hell. (fear)
If you do bad things in this life, you be reborn as a frog/donkey/lizard/ in your next life. (fear).
Do this and you will become prosperous.(insecurity)
Do this and you will be happy.(deliverance from pain).

Being a part of any organized religion gives man- in Freud's words- a sense of belonging. It gives him answers to questions which otherwise would not have been answered, the fact that these answers are pseud completely escapes his mind.
A battered mind knows no reason. It clings to any explanation which is pleasant and comprehensible. A man would rather live believing in something, anything, than live in doubt-truth be damned. I strongly agree with the agnostics on the comprehension part. Man wants to hear what he likes and not the other way round. He likes to hear simple believable answers, not complex solutions which pose a million newer questions. This makes it terribly difficult for rationalists to make inroads into this argument. Disowning organized religion and knowing that its just a community building exercise could be the first step in reaching 'higher conciousness' (I'm trying my best not to sound preachy here..). To those who might want to argue that religion is necessary not to reach God but to shape the character of man, or to impart discipline etc here is an interesting paragraph I read somewhere

If religion really is a crutch as so many atheists believe, then it
is unreasonable to imagine that you’ll accomplish much by trying to kick the
crutch out from under someone. A wiser course of action is to get people to
realize that they don’t need that crutch after all. They’ll never truly be rid
of that crutch unless they toss it aside themselves

.

God

There is another interesting argument I have heard from people(believers), that the concept of rituals, going to temples/churches/mosques etc may not have a higher spiritual/scientific meaning but it gives man "peace of mind". They quickly narrate how performing some act made them feel lighter, more powerful and happier and that this ought to be a reason good enough to do it. This makes me wonder if religion has any higher meaning to it at all.
Does this mean that God is a placebo item in the larger context of life?
For the uninitiated, placebo is a dummy pill that doctors give to patients who imagine that they have some illness, when in reality they don't. Such pills don't have any medicinal properties but only make the patient feel better. Psychology yet again.
So did man actually conjure up God so that he can believe that someone is looking after him to feel good? It strangely reminds me of 'Wilson' from the Tom hanks movie 'Castaway'. Such a thought process has its advantages too. It would ensure that man does not lose faith in virtues, hard work, justice. His concocted visions of heaven and hell might stop him from becoming a savage and we have order on earth. But then are we so weak willed and pathetic that we need to go through such elaborate and organized rigmalore to get a little peace of mind and stability!

In my next post I'll write about my views on the rationalists approach to the big question. In my opinion physicists have taught us more about 'God' than any religion. Its lack of popularity though is because of its sheer objectivistic approach. I found it necessary to tackle God from the most popular view point in this post. i.e. Visualising God as an extension of human himself (hence the word He). It is what the greeks call 'Anthropomorphism' i.e. human like. In my next post I'll talk of God more as a concept. I'll save my words till then.
Adios....


P.S :- for those who wish to know more on the agnostic vs. atheist debate, please read 'the God Delusion' by Richard Dawkins.
I have absolutely no intentions of hurting anybody's religious sentiments. the motive of my post is to try understand better why people believe in what they believe and how it came to be so.

Aunty No.1

There is something about them, middle aged, hair in a tight bun, salwar kameezed and kitty partying aunties that I detest, and detest so much. They say that man's intuition tells him beforehand of an enemy approaching. This premonition it seems, fills him up with a strange mix of hopelessness and despair- a nauseatic feeling of sorts, thus giving him a strong urge to either fight or flight. So it wouldn't come as a surprise to you if I were to tell you that this was exactly how I felt stuck in between gigantic (yes gigantic, gargantuan, brobdingnagian) aunties decked up in all different coloured attires, hair bun and all in a party hosted by my very generous relative. This relative of mine who also is a near neighbour, retired from active sevices of the Air Force sometime back and hence the party. I guess it was some kind of a farewell party for himself. But then, you know, these defence fellows don't really need reasons to party [smiles]. These guys work hard (really hard) and wash the back numbing pain with an old monk xxx rum. So give them a reason, and they'll give you a party, and if you are nice to them you get invited to such parties too.

"Well. Thats great!" you might opine.

Well great!! yes it is. The party atmosphere, the socialising, the frequent back slapping by retired army generals(?) with their customary "So, young man....." opening statement; until the aunties enter. Now these women don't like to be called aunties mind you, they take offense; trust me, I know, and it feels really greasy to call them with their last names - of course prefixed by the ever so omniscent Mrs. adage. It kinda makes you feel like a wannabe, like some sort of misfit who is trying to gain approval of the society by his over zealously charming demeanor. What else will you call 'em? Chintu/pappu/bunty/pinky/ ki mummy.. Egads NO!!!

There is more cliche in it than all Yash Raj movies put together. If you know how to deal with such situation/s do advise me.
But that's not the motif of this post. Below is an excerpt of a conversation I shared with one very up-market, modern, socialite of a woman.


"So, manouz.. mummy kaisi hain?", she enquired.
"Fine aunty", I said grinning [what else could I do].

She didn't respond very well to the word aunty and winced at the sound of it. I could see that she flushed uncomfortably.

"aap log toh yaha aate hi nahi? tumhari mummy ko bahut kaam rehta hoga, tum toh aa sakte ho na."

"Haa aunty, I'll surely come sometime." More grinning by me and if my observation is to be trusted this time I saw a faint glint of scowl on her face. Her face wore a more convoluted expression than before

"Toh kaha kaam karte ho manouzzz?"

Gee!! Manouzz?? Is it the drink!? and I thought people have problem only with my last name..

"Microchip Technologies aun.. er.. em.. Microchip." (see I can learn from situations)

"Whaai dinchu traaai for Infoseees?" she asked looking cresfallen.

"No.. Aun.. erm.. no I'm interested in hardware, pure electronics."

"Haa.. Achha.."

A little time passes, a few exchange of pleasentaries with few other people.

"So you were dees cusseeng sometheeng weeth Pallavi(her friend's daughter). She eez also doing ilektroneeks."

"Yes",I said resolutely, by this time I was getting tired of grinning and my cheeks were beginning to hurt a little.

"Your compeni makes fleep flops?"

"Err.. eh yes..", looking astonished.

What!! how.. hmmm.. err...

"Thats what I heard you talking to Pallavi so .. "

Aaahh!! Thats how she knows..

A long pause followed with both of us looking at each other waiting for the other to say something. A strange uncomfortable feeling passed over me, the feeling one usually gets when one has been painfully dragging a conversation and has suddenly ran out of ideas and is now on the verge of being caught. I finally broke silence

"Actually flip-flops are very basic. We need large number of them to get something useful ... eh.. ummm.. ", I was still reeling under shock by her previous question and was fumbling for words when

"Haaa.. that ees correct. Demand bahut ziyada hoga. So you make ilektroneeks for making fleeep-flops?", she pressed on.

Now by this time I was really impressed, chastising myself for behaving high-handedly I said,

"No aunt.. er [shaking head] .. Its like.. I work on the tools that are necessary to design these... My department is called CAD, and I'm a CAD Engineer there, so basically I write scripts that make designers job easy.. so my resp..."

"Its naaaice to wear it in rainy sizhun."

"Whht.. hein??WTF?!?!?!", I thought.

"My daughter has two fleeep-flops, one pink and one maroon.. she wears it to tyuushunn and... "

"pffffftttt!!!! ?!?!?!HOLY @#@#1?!?!gdku2$$&*~gd#?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!"

I didn't remember the rest. I was in a daze. I don't think there is any church near Jalahalli but I'm sure I heard church bells ringing, or was it that my screws came loose.

Fiteen minutes later...

I was driving home at 70kmph near gangamma circle laughing like a maniac.



P.S :- @ my engineering friends- the flip flop you might not know is this --> flip-flop

@ my non-engineering friends - the flip flop you might not know is this --> flip-flop

Of men and their dreams....

*************************************************************************************

------------------------------------------ The birth --------------------------------------------

"Get up boy! Up!! Pick up your sword. You have many a battles to win! You are a soldier! You can't sit here and play in the dirt all day long."

"But papa, I don't wanna go anywhere. I wanna stay right here and play. Look at the castle I made in sand papa. Do you like it?"

"There is no time for such non-sense boy. Grow up!! You're not a little kid anymore.. You are meant for great things. GREAT THINGS!! ..When you are ready you will enthrall the whole world... So throw those toys away and come with me... "

"But papa... "

"Look.. If you do as I say I promise I'll get you a real castle, A REAL BIG CASTLE. All yours. You can play with it all day and night."

"Really papa!! Really!!"

"Yes... You can have your own horses and elephants in there and you can ... "

"What about dragons papa... Giant big dragons... "

"Yes those too.. Come on now.. you don't have any time to waste.. Every second of your life is precious."

"...and rabbits.. and dogs and .."

------------------------------- The long journey ------------------------------------------------

[years pass by... ]

"How far do we walk father? How many more miles are there between me and the castle?"

"Oh, many.[pause]..many more... your journey I'm afraid is not very easy. It's not for the weak hearted to embark on. The fact that you have embarked on this speaks many a hundred volumes about you. Your task though painful will bear fantastic results. Trust me!!"

"Have you seen the castle? How does it look like?"

"I haven't seen it, but I have heard a lot about it. It lies beyond these vast stretch of mountains. Across these high elevations, it lies, at the highest point of the highest mountain that bears its weight upon the mighty earth.. There is where your dreams take shape son... That is where you want to go.. So waste no time and set forth.. find that mountain which cranes its neck above all others and kisses the skies, and standing on top of it is your castle.."

[smiling] "I can't wait to set my eyes on it father.. "

"I'm glad to know that son.. I once feared that you will never agree to embark on such a mission.. but I see now that my fears were ill founded."

"No father, that'll never happen. You gave me a dream and now I can't see anything other than what I want to see. I promise you father, that I will see no sight that does not lead me to the castle, I will hear no sound that does not talk of the castle, I will strive as valiant men have striven, and I will burn as nature chooses to burn ambitious men who hark on doing the extrordinary, I will keep walking until I have reached my goal. I promise."

[turning back at the man... his father]

"Aren't you coming with me father? We have walked these many years together, won't you walk with me anymore?"

"No son, you are to go alone. I stop here.. I have done my part. I have held your hand long enough. You walk alone now.. Good luck to you."


------------------------------------- The pursuit of knowledge----------------------------------
[adulthood.. ]

"So it is you then.. "

"What?"

"You must be that brave young man everyone is talking about. You must be the one going to the Mt.Alfresco."

"Alfresco??"

"Yes, the highest peak that bears its weight upon the earth, the mighty mount Alfresco. Alfresco literally means the sky. They say so because, upon looking at it from a distance, it looks as though the sky merges with the mountain. No one is ever known to have climbed it."

[beaming.. ] "Yes, I was told about that, and I am about to do exactly that."

He continued...

"Tell me wise man, tell me how to reach there.. I have walked many a years on this flat earth, I now wish to start my ascent. Tell me how I can realise my dreams."

"you will have to cross many a smaller mountains before you even see a glimpse of the Alfresco, Head north, climbing every mountain you come across, and you shall see your dreams."



---------------------------------------Brief moments of ecstasy---------------------------------

He gazed into her eyes, holding her hand, and said, "I seem to run out of words . I don't think I can correctly express how happy you make me feel."
"I hold your hand and my world freezes before my eyes and my thoughts whirl out of control." he continued.

"Words, I believe weren't made to express feelings of love dear, for the simple reason that words can't describe my feelings for you. Love knows and understands a different language. That language I know, yet I don't know."

[long pause.. ]

"A brush of your hand and the years of pain disappears.. happiness is so much yet so little..you mean so much to me." he said smiling.

"and yet you wish to climb that mountain of yours..", she sighed and continued..

"If I really do mean so much to you then I ask you, for whatever my love is worth, to stay back, and take me as your wife. I need you as much and perhaps more than you will ever need me."

"Please my love.. say no more..Your words... they... they make me want to stop. It fills me with a deep craving for a family, a longing for children and the happiness that they bring. I hope you understand that I can't jeopardise my dreams, that my path is set and I shall not waver...

[pause..]

"Let me go..." he said..

[stiffled sobs.. ]



------------------------------------------Just this once-----------------------------------------

"I'm exhausted.. This doesn't seem to end at all. Will I ever reach the end of it?" , he thought to himself climbing a mountain. I can't seem to do this anymore.", he thought.

"Just this once.." cried out a voice from behind.. "Just this once... "

"Who are you?"

"Consider me as your mentor. think of me as a teacher or a guide. I can help you."

"Have you been to the top sir? Do you know how it is?"

"No noble traveler, I haven't. but that is where you should go. Your castle awaits you there. Strive and keep faith. Stop not young man.. You are meant for this."

"Thank you... you rekindled my faith in myself.. you reposed my faith in my dream.. I shall carry on.."


-------------------------------------------Just this once again----------------------------------

"I'm exhausted.. This doesn't seem to end at all. Will I ever reach the end of it?" , he thought to himself climbing another mountain. I can't seem to do this anymore.", he thought.

"Just this once.." cried out a voice from behind.. "Just this once... "

"Who are you?"

"I'm your mentor again.. this is your last mountain before the big ascent.. So don't lose faith.."

"thank you yet again, Sir.. I shall carry on.. thank you so much.."


-----------------------------------The closing chapter------------------------------------------

"seventy years I have battled thus and my days are few.." the old man addressed to self in a voiceless soliloquy.

"My body is frail and limbs are gaunt and yet I walk, my spirit, carrying me forward."

"I am there.. I'm almost there... " he mumbled to the voices in his head. His folks were long gone, his father dead, his mentors dead, his love perished, yet he spoke to them in his mind. Their voices and his- difference of which he knew not- egging him to carry on.

And then with the last few final steps, he climbed atop the summit and looked up, expecting to behold a sight that he had already seen in his mind.


[long pause ... ]


--------------------------------------------Agony and despair----------------------------------



A small stone arch was all that stood there, dilapitated. The arch surrounded by mounds of dust stood there as if mocking at him.


Joy turned into disbelief and disbelief gave way to agony. His body slumped, unable to bear the weight of the pain that filled his soul. He kneeled thrusting his weight upon the earth, and suddenly let out a loud wail, heard only by the arch. The old man wallowed in pain, thrusting and swaying in all directions, with the guilt of having wasted his life overbearing all his senses. but it was not the last thing he did.

The stone arch has many stories to tell and if it is to be believed then the old man broke into hysterical bouts of laughter interspersed with few garbled words here and there.

If you were to ask the stone arch that stands there even today, it would tell you that the last few words of the old man's lament were "...my castle in air... CASTLES IN AIR.. CASTLES.. CASTLES IN AIR!!!...."

Bucket List...

• Play the guitar like Joe Satriani.
• Learn Martial Arts.
• Climb Mt.Everest.
• Visit every country on the planet - big or small - on my Enfield :).
• Kiss the most beautiful girl in the world..
  
• Swim without fear of water..
  
• Write a truly breathtaking novel...
• Visit Antartica (Before the ice melts).
• Experience Zero Gravity.
  

So long and thanks for all the fish..

At this moment the only thing I can think of is the sheer amazement in knowing how much I am missing college. I had known always that I would make the big leap someday from a college graduate to a professional, but it had never occurred to me that I would respond this way. In fact my own behaviour amazes me.

I still remember my school graduation day ceremony. We were still kids then. Although we used to consider ourselves as men at that time and used to behave unnecessarily macho , often transcending the limits of chauvinism, I know better now. I know that we were just little kids then. I think I have grown wiser with time. Anyway, I remember quite in detail how I felt when I stepped out of school. There was a sense of relief. A sense of excitement and a feeling that something is going to happen to me in near future, something pleasant. We felt like we have accomplished something, you know, a spectacular feat, that needs to be applauded. We knew in our hearts that we were all winners that day, each one of us. A kaleidoscope of feelings had taken refuge in me on that day. Relief, exhilaration, joy, excitement, all of these found their way inside me, but not once did i feel sad that I won't be going to school again. It was more or less the same after P.U college too. But I see a remarkable contrast, now, after having completed engineering. There seems to be a sense of loss mixed with the feeling of joy that has come along with my new found freedom. The joy is of course there. The happiness by all counts is difficult to miss. But this strange mix of sadness along with the exhilaration makes one very heady cocktail of feelings.

I think four years did the trick!

I finally had to relent. After all how much ego can any man hold in himself?

They say that I am a cold emotion-less machine with very little human like feelings. They even went to the extent of summarizing that the biggest robot I have built is myself. They were wrong.I confess, I am going to miss going to college.
I will miss being a student, the joy in doing things the wrong way , or in doing things MY WAY . Those four years when we got the chance to 'stick it to the system'. When we were the kings of our worlds.^

C'est la vie ..

So here it is folks... Good Bye .. To all of you. Friends, classmates, aquaintances, unknown arbit funny guys, unknown arbit funny girls, pretty girls in the canteen, the miss world wannabes, the canteen squirrels, the lecturers and profs* and everyone else. All of you have been dearest to me, yes, you too ugly arbit guy from planet zorg.

Good Bye y'all . Thanks for the wonderful memories. Hope we'll meet again..

So long...









^ of course none of this is applicable to PESIT and RVCE guys, for they know not what freedom is :D

* Did you observe that profs and lecturers have been listed in the end? I know what you are thinking. Its not a co-incidence.