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  2. Pearl Harbor Day

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    Incidently, Navy Week is being celebrated here. Its meant to commemorate the brilliant tactics used by the CNS to persuade pakistan to retreat during the '72 war. Brilliant tactic - (people with contacts at the Pentagon make a note)- the focwf ordered 3 tugs loaded with rum off karachi. the people mistook them for class A cruisers. next day- no war. Simple az zat.

    Why the rum? HOW ELSE DO YOU EXPECT THEM TO RUN A SHIP??????

    Lameness aside (she's gone to school. WHY?????) its the 3rd most aniticipated time of the year (after diwali & holi, the festival of colour which i mentioned elsewhere). it starts with all the usual PR stuff, airshows (SuryaKirans = SunRays = our Blue Angels), open day (civies are taken on a guided tour of a couple of r-class destroyers, k-class guided missile frigates, LSTs and OPVs), a host of competitions for kids across the city (they get the prizes on an OPV about 15 miles offshore. you can probably imagine how they feel, surrounded by thousands of tons of clean, efficient and lethal machinery, with hundreds of clean and efficient men in cleaner, more lethal white uniforms going about unimaginably lethal tasks - this was told to me by a first time visitor when we were 6, its still in my mind. since dads been getting only commands all my life, and never number 2 posts, everyone's always been extra friendly with me, so i was more than a little surprised to hear his view.). The 2 major events of the celebrations are the navy mela, and the navy ball. a mela is a carnival in hindi, and its got everything you can expect, since the naval missile depot is just 30 klicks upshore. This year, even the BrahMos was on display, on a transporter, along with all the other goodies. The mela was a real treat for me, as She sat with me through every single ride. Okay, it wasn't that great, since nothing fazes her, while some of them were really freaking me out. It was a real effort, going green and smiling at the same time. but anyway.....

    And the Ball, aah, now THATs something. the navy spends $$MILLIONS$$ every year on the ball, so you can imagine what its like. its held in the officers institute, and they get all the big djs and actresses. the whisky flows like the amazon, and the party stops 2 days later. And i've never been to one. <_< Ever. we have 6 in a year (may, summer, independence, navy and new year's ball), and i've never been to a single one. i hesitate to ask my rents, and they hesitate to ask me. both sides are just waiting for the word, but they know i hate dancing. i'm not exactly a party animal. I can do the waltz, swing, foxtrot and samba, but absolutely NOT the freestyle. I feel like a comeplete ass. I prefer staying at home and hearing about it the next day. Though my rents have given me an ultimatum - my exams start on march 1st, and the last engineering entrance exam is in the 1st week of may. so though i miss the may ball (first weekend), i'd better be ready with a date, a ticket, a blazer and 2 right feet by the summer ball. Or else. (the threats make castration seem like a pleasure.) Hopefully i'll sprain an ankle in june. but just in case, i've started watching MTV :( HOW THE HELL DO YOU DANCE TO RICKY MARTIN???????

    And gyrating to IndiPop is even worse. the jhatkas and matkas (verb, informal, the act of shaking one's hips and bodies to rhythmic music) really drive me nuts. My sis goes for filmi dance lessons. gonna have ta pick up steps from her.

  4. Spore

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    Here's what Gamespot had to say about it:

    Spore E3 2005 Impressions

    The next game from the creator of The Sims will let you start your life in a raindrop and end up conquering entire worlds. We take an up-close look.

    E3 2005 is under way and we made absolutely sure we took the opportunity to visit with Maxis' Will Wright to get an up-close demonstration of Spore, an all-new game that will let you evolve from the petri dish to interstellar travel. As we saw, you'll begin your life as a microscopic organism swimming around in a primordial soup, devouring any microbes smaller than you and avoiding any that are larger that might potentially attack you. Once you devour enough of your fellow microbes, you'll actually be able to evolve by using a universal editing screen. At the microscopic level, you may be able to add cilia (tiny flapping "hairs" that let you move more quickly), flagella (whiplike projections that also help you move quicky), as well as defense mechanisms that will let you fight off larger beings.

    Eventually, you'll evolve into a multicellular being. Wright's sample creature resembled a three-eyed, three-legged alligator that swam lazily about under the sea after about 10 generations removed from the microbe form. Like in the primordial soup, in this form, you'll be able to devour smaller beings and fend off (or flee from) larger ones. Once you earn enough "points" by doing things like eating enough to survive (you can choose to be either a carnivore or herbivore), you'll be able to lay an egg that will let you design the next generation of your creature. If you remove your creature's fins and replace them with legs, your creature will sink to the bottom of the ocean, then simply walk onto land to begin the next phase of its life.

    On land, you'll wander across the surface of an earthlike planet populated by creatures actually created by other players. Spore won't be a massively multiplayer game, but each time you or any other player designs a creature, then that creature will be uploaded to a master online server that will automatically populate your worlds with any player-created creatures that are applicable to the needs of the world. Wright explains that the game will model a functional ecosystem with a "food web"--so if you create a world that needs a flying carnivore creature to complete itself, the Spore master server will search its own database for a player-created flying meat eater and download it to your world, which, as Wright puts it, will "bring together the best aspects of massively multiplayer games without the restrictions."

    Wright demonstrated how you'll be able to teach your creatures new behaviors by combining existing ones (for instance, using the "eat" function while commanding your creature to move will teach it to drag its prey along the ground). Different creatures will have different strengths and weaknesses, but as Wright explains, "there will be no single best creature." Larger and stronger carnivores will also be slower and may have trouble catching their prey, for instance. At this stage, you'll want to evolve by laying an egg, but you'll need to put out a mating call (our creature emitted a quailing cry and a visible ring of white rings around itself) until it found another creature of its species. Once it found a prospective mate, the two creatures got together to the tune of a Marvin Gaye-esque R&B song, and eventually laid the egg. Once you've earned enough points to lay an egg, you'll be able to edit your creature once again, adding weaponlike additions to its body (such as a tail stinger), additional legs, and spending points on your creature's brainpower.

    With enough points spent on developing your critter's brain, you'll eventually see your creatures band together as a primitive tribe. In the demonstration we watched, the three-legged alligators had already gathered a small pile of fruit and vegetables outside of their primitive huts. At this stage, you'll assume control of that particular tribe (and may find yourself in competition with other tribes of the same race). Surviving and thriving in the world will let you purchase upgrades for your tribe, such as warlike enhancements, like a rack of spears. This sort of addition may make your tribe more proficient in the art of war, but may also make them a characteristically more-aggressive race. We watched as Wright dropped a pair of bongo drums next to the spear rack, causing two of the critters to begin pounding on the drums with their tails while four others wrapped spears in their tails and danced around the campfire.

    Over time, you'll be able to advance your civilization by purchasing upgrades for your primary town's hut, eventually building out a full-on city. The city we saw was a whimsical-looking town full of Baroque, pastel-yellow buildings. At this point, you'll be managing your funds and citizens' happiness, as well as looking outward to dealing with other tribes. Wright drew a comparison to the classic Firaxis strategy series Civilization, in that you'll be able to grow your holdings either through military force, economic force, or impressive culture that will let you assimilate other tribes. We watched as a rival tribe, which had apparently focused on technology and had a stark, metallic city of skyscrapers (as opposed to our tribes' Dr. Seuss-like buildings), sent out a small group of tanks that rolled across the hills and opened fire on our walls. We responded by researching a squadron of fighter jets to dive-bomb our enemies. But Wright demonstrated an even more important priority for civilizations in Spore: the space race.

    The top-level terrestrial tech you can research will be the UFO--a gigantic flying saucer that will let you cruise around the face of your home planet and collect environmental objects and plant life from around the globe, as well as abduct any life-forms you'd like to transport elsewhere. By zooming out far enough, we were able to see our UFO in the solar system and we could see it actually traveling to a different planet. Different planets will have different climates and may not have livable atmospheres, so dropping a creature onto a nearby moon without any colonization will be a good way to watch a creature explode. In order to colonize planets, you'll need to launch hydrocarbon canisters that will eventually create a breathable atmosphere. If you create colonies early, you'll have to enclose your cities in gigantic glass bubbles of air (but as Wright pointed out, you might just as well make a race of superintelligent dolphins that live below the sea whose space colonies would instead be filled with water).

    By zooming out even farther, you'll be able to see the entire galaxy and actually travel to other star systems created by other players. From this view, you'll be able to play as an intergalactic conqueror, but you could just as soon attempt to make friendly contact with other galaxies. Doing so may let you take on missions for other races. Wright compared this style of gameplay to Grand Theft Auto's free-roaming gameplay.

    Spore looks incredibly intriguing and it seems to make the highly complex dynamics of evolution seem highly intuitive, and even simple. Since the game procedurally calculates everything, you won't have to manually edit any of your creatures or buildings (though you can if you wish to), and you'll be able to watch your civilization grow from a single microbe. The game is scheduled for release in fall of next year. Stay tuned to GameSpot for more updates.

    By Andrew Park

    Posted May 18, 2005 11:50 am PT

    - I cant wait.

  6. Tha Chump Isz Bach, Bebe!!!!!

    in Ready Room

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    1st Oct:

    “THA CHUMP ISZ BACH, BEBE, THE CHUMP ISSS BACH!!!!!!!”

    - Ahmed Kaddour, The Contender, bout 9

    No, seriously, I bet the guy meant something else entirely. Lebanese, living in Denmark, and fighting in the US. Poor chump.

    Hi everybody, how’re you all doin? Bin a long time since my last visit, but school’s takin its toll. got prefinals from tomorrow (that’s a laugh, considering finals are in April), and then a much needed 10 day break from 7th to 15th for Dussehra. They’ve completed the 10 month syllabus in 4 months [academic years here are from April to March, with 10 day summer, autumn, and pongal (in jan) breaks, and 2 other holidays- one Indian festival, and new year’s. 11 working months in a year, 7 days a week.] Oh, yeah, and I haven’t been to school for 12 days, coz a cyclone hit here, causing the school to close for 3 days, and I told them I had conjunctivitis for the remaining period of time. And on day 14, I come down with a real fever, but exams have begun, and I cant miss them (rather, my parents cant have me miss them).

    I’ve been playing a bit (lot) of AoE2-AoK in the last few weeks, and now something’s gone wrong – Every time I start a random map/deathmatch, every one resigns between 15 and 18.20 minutes of the start. More than a little frustrating, trust me. And my strategy is more of (totally) a defensive one – I develop my civ to the Castle Age, and research everything, and then start producing units (Paladins and Heavy Horse Archers, usually). But the problem with this is that in any other setting besides easiest and easy, I get kicked. I should probably produce units early on in the game, but I don’t see the point in creating any other units besides Paladins, HH archers, and trebuchet. kinda worried about wasting gold.

    A friend of mine, he usually has a lot of games, has given me SH II and Ghost Recon today. Cant wait for the hols.

    I went to this gaming parlor called Gamedrome (hah!) a couple of times, but got kinda sick of it. They’ve got pretty good games (Halo, CT, UT’04, AoM, NFS4 etc), but I’m fond of neither FPS’s nor racing sims. Strategy and military sims are my thing. Still, its better than nothing.

    I asked my parents about my nickname (Jerry, though I’m formally Adhiraj. A misnomer, coz it means King of Kings. But you won’t catch me complaining) Every time I bring up the topic, they wink at each other and go into spasms. Its really irritating. I’ve figured out how to get back at them. Next time I’m at my grandparents’ I’ll ask them about my rents names. That should fix it.

    3rd Nov:

    Okay, sorry about that gap, but I didn’t get time to finish typing. I bunked school today (4 of the lecturers have taken the day off, so it was rather pointless to go), and jumped on the sys at the first opportunity.

    Nothing much happened in the last month. Mom went to Chandigarh in her Dussehra break, leaving us all here feeling more’n a little pissed (Chandigarh’s a frikkin awesome city. Anything that happens, if it doesn’t happen there, it aint happening.) Dad took me ‘n’ lil sis to Hyderabad, a metro about halfway b/w the coasts and 12 hrs by train from here for a coupla days. Did a lot of siteseeing, and wasn’t impressed by the hyderabadis. Firstly, they’re mostly Muslims, and it was the month of Ramzan (still is), so there was a lot of islam to be found. The issue – I don’t like muslims. They give me the creeps. All that religious fervour and everything freaks me out. And the women in burquas reminded me of the ninja assassins in Tzar: The Burden of the Crown (another neat game). All in all, I was kinda glad to get out of there. we went to the Char Minar (4 towers), a largish white marble building with, as the name sez, 4 minars. Safdar-Jung museum, a huge building in the centre of Hyderabad which was filled with artefacts, ranging from the cool (teutonic battle axes) to the hideous (a portrait of Safdar Jung’s grandmother). Got chatty with a gaggle of French schoolgirls on an excursion (to halfway around the world??? the French are crazy). They were about 15, and asked me everything I didn’t have the faintest idea about. After getting used to the accent, I had to get used to the language. They kept slipping back to French, and all the French I know (courtesy pg wodehouse and whatever little my rent’s remembered from their college and europe days) can be written in a page. Come to think of it, I didn’t do much. Just kept nodding my head and saying ‘omelette du fromage’ over and over again.

    After sampling some of the local delicacies, we found ourselves on a train back home, seated opposite a Scot miner from Edinburgh (errinbra , as he called it). He worked for a company with an unpronounceable name, and had an equally unpronounceable wife and daughter. He said he was prospecting. For gold? Renewing the quest for the mother lode in the Far East? Nope. He was prospecting for oil. In the oil fields of the Godavari. What a git.

    Another cyclone hit a day before we got back, and the airport was under 8 feet of water. Mom’s flight got delayed by 3 weeks. And then a reservoir started releasing excess water, all of which flowed into the airport, raising the level to 10 feet from the 4 it had drained down to. Another week. She got back 3 days ago, finally bringing an end to all those days of anticipation (she always returns from a holiday looking like Santa’s sis).

    School hours have reduced. this is our revised (and much better) timetable:

    0650-0830 : Math

    0830-1010 : Physics

    1020-1250 :Chem

    <30 min break for lunch>

    1320-1420 :English/Informatics Practices

    1420-1700: Math

    1700-1800: Physics

    1800-1900:Chem

    So now I leave at 6 and get home by 8. on most days I bunk the post lunch session. They call home, but I’ve convinced my parents that I cant study in school, so I’m allowed to bunk. You should hear them field my calls from school.

    Receptionist : “Aaannh, hyillo saaar, this Sri Chaitanya joonur coolidge, aaaaaaaaadhiraj nat comink for the classes. Why?”

    While mom keeps making up excuses, dad’s pretty straightforward. His usual reply is “ Yes ma’am, he’s trying to skip school to study nowadays.”

    A few moments of stunned silence follow that remark, and then another attempt is made.

    Rec: “ But saar, how he is studying at home?”

    I ‘m always tempted to pick up the phone here and interrupt with a real wiseass comment, but my mom will probably kill me.

    7th Dec:

    ‘Allo ‘Allo , and my apologies, I’m gonna finish this today. 2 months is way too long for a post.

    Now that we’re approaching the final stretch, they’ve started loosening the screws a bit. Exams have reduced to 3 a week (Thu, Fri and Sundays) and I’ve finally started studying (not too hard, of course, otherwise my rents’ll start checking my temperature again.) Winter’s set in, and this is the coldest we’ve ever had. Temperature’s have dropped down to the low 20s (centigrade) and everyone’s in thermals. My fingers are numb with cold, and typing is a real effort. It gets a little colder and I’m telling my parents I cant write 

    November 1st was Diwali, the most important hindu festival. It’s the culmination of one of our 2 epics, and since it’s one of the longest in the world, I’ll give you a brief synopsis.

    A long, long time ago, when men were real men, and monkeys real monkeys, there lived this king named Dasarath or something in this city called Ayodhya (this I’m sure of). Now, this king was of the Arthur breed – handsome devil, loved by all, and all that. BUT – he had 3 wives. Each of them bore him a son. Ram, the hero, and heir, another of the galahad clan, Bharat, the good brother, and Laxman, the other good brother. Bharat’s mom, whose parent’s had, for some inexplicable reason, named her Kekiye, was a bitch. Capital. She wanted her son to be the heir, so she did this and that and persuaded dasrath to screw the first chappie to enter his hall. So ram gets exiled for 14 years, and Bharat acts as interim king. He refuses (good bro and all that) and instead places ram’s nikes on the feet of the throne. Laxman goes with ram, and gets him a wife (sita), and monkey friend (8 feet tall, capable of flying, and son of god. Also the dude of the story) Hanuman. This cat, hanuman, was blessed by the gods so that he could fly, move mountains, and change his size at will, among other things. Something like a simian Abrams. Oh, and he could talk, just as all the other monkey men, vultures (our equivalent of the wise owl) and every other critter.

    So, like, sri lanka (minus the sri at that time) was infested with demons (called asur’s, and rakshas(es) )The demon king, ravan, was a 10 headed mother of a man (jah!!). he was flying around in this turbocharged winged chariot, and saw sita bathing or something. So (long process) he gets her to lanka (in chains), gives her riches, and gets kicked (royally, if the texts are to be believed) by ram, laxman, hanuman, and all the monkeys, bears, and other animals dumb enough to head to lanka. So anyway, when ram returns to ayodhya, the people, inspired by guy fawkes, start off a fireworks display, and they all lived happily ever after. The Day of the Fireworks is called Diwali, from Deepavali, meaning festival of lights (deepa – diya – lamp) and its everyone’s absolute favourite day. We get a holiday, screw around in the mornings, eat a lot of sweets (mithai, traditional Indian sweets, about 5000 types, all frikkin awesome), pray to Laxmi (goddess of wealth) at sunset, and then grab our fireworks and raise cain.

    This Diwali was extra-eventful for me, coz on this day (1st nov, 2005, let it go down in the annals of history) I found my first crush. Serious. She’s a year younger, around 5’6, fair, grey-green eyes, and a real pleasant person. She’s a treat to be with, and luckily for everyone who’re still here, I’m feeling too cold to sing her praises. Basically, I like her a lot. A lot a lot. So much too much, as the kid said. Apparently, I’ve done a miserable job of keeping it quiet, coz everyone was kidding me about her in july, and I’ve just realised that crap, they were right. She doesn’t seem to mind me that much (a sign in itself, aha!) as long as I shut up and stay outta sight. No, seriously, we’re hitting it off well, and I was supposed to tell all sometime soon. And then, yesterday, something happened (suspense). I started to think!! (ghastly wailing music rises to a crescendo, and then fades). (okay, the Warsaw concerto, I’ll keep rommel happy). The problem- I’m 16, and in 12th. To cut a very long note short, nothing can happen. it’ll be stupid of me to start something, right when I’m supposed to be focussed and everything (we can see that, can’t we) and I’ll probably screw up somewhere and be left neither here nor there, like the chap on the jackstay when the winch seizes. There is also this Other Guy (there has to be, hasn’t there), whose her classmate, and always, always depressed. He’s like a pot of negativeness (and crap, though that’s probably just my bias), and it really pisses me of to see him crib all the time, especially since I’m just the opposite. The good bit is that he’s 5’8 to my 6’3, and though I’m thin, he’s scrawny. So if it comes to the battle of the wusses, I’m cool. Ivan, my right hand man and lieutenant in all matters (also the chap from whose shoulders I fire, as he happens to be the strongest guy up and down 10 years, and a nationals swimmer), has offered to beat him up for me, but I’ve refused. Any beating up of people skinnier than me is going to be done by me, ivan can handle anyone larger. I’m considering giving up, and studying, but its not working too well. It was Salvor Hardin who said Violence is the refuge of the weak. Sometimes I really feel like yelling out “I’m weak, I’m weak, now just lemme at that sob”, but I usually settle for my kid sis (she can really kick the crap outta me). Anyway, what will be, will (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

    Okay, back to the light side, studying has become almost impossible coz the whole place is literally swarming with chicks all of a sudden (where were they when I needed them???) and everywhere I look there’s a 15 year old in micro – minis swishing past the window. I spend more time in the balcony than on my table, and compiled a table detailing the exact time at which each one goes past, and which window offers the best view. Things have gone so outta hand, I’ve resorted to studying in the loo on days before exams. And there’s 6 more months. Chris rhea would’ve been happy, I’ve got god’s great banana skin everywhere I go.

    THERE GOES ONE NOW!!!! IN PINK!!! Sorry guys, but there’s a man’s work to be done!! Cheers!!!

    Cyclone out

  9. Need your guys help. Survey..

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    Posted

    Cyclone

    Wellington Gymkhana Club, Defence Services Staff College, Wellington (I)

    Mayonnaise and Chicken Sandwiches

    The Mayonnaise

    Painful cramps, diarrhoea, nausea, almost everything like paddles. ended up in the hospital, along with every single officer on the lawns except dad (he had a milder attack). IV, liq diet, glucose soln for fluids etc

    What do I do now? everything as usual. infact, i eat out more. nothing tastes better than dead, decaying poultry boiled over a broth of goo with pepper for taste.

    Oh, and Mc Donalds. It was the raspberry.

  10. Life goes on..

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    Hiya fellas, 'tsup? ivan and i just got back from college, my butt is sore after an 8 hr exam. sheesh! whatever happened to human rights? And just before we left, more good news: along with the usual mon, wed and thursday exams, we're gonna have three more after hours this week, coz the entrance exams're only 9months away! All this would've been bearable had the girls been there, but the ones in our batch are duhs, and the juniors had a 4 hr exam, so they all ran off early. just our luck :(

    With reference to my last post (sunday last, same title), things dont seem to have gone as well as I hoped. No.3's not spoken to me this whole week <sob!> Something tells me she's trying to avoid me (she turns away the second she sees me, fer christ's sake!!!) and I think i'd better cool off a bit. On the other hand, No.1 couldn't get her eyes off me in the pool (I do happen to have a set of 6 packs, coupled with a long, clean stroke) and I flirted with No.4 (latest on my list, huge tits, and big smile. PERFECT!!! Also in next building. and whats more, her brother is my classmate. AND i'm like hulk hogan next to him. AND he's flunked a year) for a good 2 hours on Thursday. So on the whole, i guess i didn't do that bad.

    Cj, my friend, you're absolutely right. I AM nuts, certified, and thats all right by me. but wait till you read about this guy: On thursday, the juniors (including no.4) and I were hangin around at the bus stop after college, and she was sitting with her thigh next to my head (the seating area is like a double step) and the 2 of us with another chick (who everyone thinks is crazy about me, me inclusive :lol: ) were crackin sick jokes, when suddenly this guy (Cj, pay attention to this bit) i know comes. i yell out a greeting (not reproducable here, by any standards :D ) and he walks over. As soon as he catches sight of her he slows down. With a glazed look on his face walks up to us, and with his nose 2 inches from her huge tits, says , "Uhh, ___, you know, hi, and everything, what, uhmm, look, you'refaceisreallysmallcomparedtotherestofyou, what?" BLAM!!! he got a cracker on his ear, and ran home, leaving me to comfort beauty in distress. jeez, what an ass! thats the worst pick up line used on her since my "Hi there, are those real???"

    ok, what else. my gaming time is down to 30mins a week, and only AOE2 and Caesar3, so i get really pissed everytime i get my GameSpot newsletter <_<

    Tomorrow's dad's b'day, I'll get home early by 1900. might even log on.

    Starting my SAT preparation today, gotta write it next summer. dads told me - for students goin to the US, its 100% or nothing. I think I'm at 95 already B)

    rather quiet week, by any standards, so i guess this is it. I'll report in again next weekend.

    Cheers,

    Cyc

  11. Good Morning 15/05/05

    in Ready Room

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    J, chaat is something like a salad. its got chopped tomatoes, potatoes, onions, capsicum, tamarind syrup, mint sauce, red chilly powder, mint leaves, coriander, chaat powder (yup), and a whole lotta other stuff. i've only mentioned the ingredients you'll know. the net result is like a salad, only, its spicy. there're about 250 types, and all avalaible at Mumbai. its like this thing you have with the evening cuppa. awesome thing. i've only had around 18 types, my rents've had all, just like everyone in their gen. though, thanks to McDonalds, its losing its hold amongst this gen.

  13. Good Sunday Morning

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    Hi fellas, hows it goin? been AWOL last 3 weeks coz i busted my 6month net pack in 1month and 3 days chatting with this really hot chick whose moved to the western coast, about 1000 miles from here. her dad was transferred to the SeaKing wing in Goa, so she bid us all a tearful farewell on the 8th o' April. thing is, we rather liked each other, but just didn't get around to mentioning it till 2 days after she left. i felt like an ass when i realised that i'd wasted the last 3years <sob> She was HOT!! the sort that makes your heart start throbbing in the upper reaches of your aesophagus, and she has this huge set o' tits, which makes it really difficult to look in her eyes when you're facin' her. damn, i feel like kickin' myself!

    Anway, the last 3 weeks were rather hectic. for one thing, i started my 12th (and final) year of school on the 1st of april. its already promising to be hell. they've cut school timings for our class by more'n half a day. i now leave at 6 and am back by 2. but i knew something was wrong. sure enough, on the 2nd day we were, ahem, requested to stay back for 7 hours (no kiddin'!) after school for prep time (we call 'em study hours). so now its back to the 6-to-2000 routine. the only saving grace is that we're given a 30min lunch break and are allowed to talk to the girls, outside school premises and after hours (we actually need permisson to do that!!!).

    Summer break started on the 22nd of May. Whoohoo! one whole week of no school! what a consolation! On the 31st it was back to the grind. no more hols till the 12th of Feb. atleast we still get a day off for New Years. they tried to take that away last year, but we threatened to boycott classes, so they gave us a day off. assholes! The hols were fun. i got 3 hrs off everyday, and spent it swimmin, flyin (flyin' is banned now, moms orders, coz my twin-prop stalled mid air once, and the power glider started doin some nasty turns when i caught an updraught over the airport, and mom saw it all. once we managed to revive her, she gave me real hell for it), and playing basketball. saw so many chicks that i started getting worried about my sanity (we dont have many at school, so it was a real treat).

    trying to hit it off with a couple of them. got 3 in my sights. hopefully i'll get a chick by the year-end. one is in the building next to me, i see her about once a week, she's 14, in the 10th great, and has this really stupid look on her face all the time. but, like i told ivan when he accused me of poor taste, whose gonna be lookin at her face, eh :)

    the 2nd is my ex-chem teacher's younger daughter. she's frikkin hot, a year junior, well built (yeah!!), and rather good looking. Only problem-she's rumoured to be a bitch, and wants to be called Lisa Blade, for some unfathomable reason clear only to her. anyway, if she's anything like her mum, i'm gonna like her (we haven't spoken yet.)

    The 3rd is a classmate of mine, and has been for 5 years now. surprisingly, we know very little about each other. we're from the same state, thats all. We dont talk to each other beyond the eye-catching and the "Hi, 'tsup". she's tall, got long, sleek hair tied back in a ponytail, huge (i mean HUGE) tits, with a rear to match.

    *this is where the crap hits the fan*

    I finally decided to try my luck with her (No.3) yesterday. after school, ivan and i were waiting in the school lobby ogling at the girls passing by, when the head (and his 2 flunkies) called him for something or the other. they started screwin' him about something, so i backed off, debating whether to run outside lest they started on me too. i was about to turn away like the good friend i am, when she walks up to me (it was a narrow passage, so she probably didn't have a choice. i was obstructing a whole lot of people where i stood gaping anyway) and sez hi. so i decide to stick around for a bit and see how my first try at wooin someone goes. i reply with a hi, howya doin? we make pc for a while (3 seconds, actually) when i realize that hey, she is lookin hot! so while i struggle to convert thoughts to words, her jingbanggang walk up and surround us, smirking at me (GIGGLING SHOULD BE BANNED!!!!!!!). it was too late to back out now, coz i'd already sed "uhmm, i say, y'know what, like," 20 times. (hey, i was tongue tied and drooling over those C cups, so help me) So i say," Hey, where did you go for the hols?" (it wasn't news to me, as i'd done my homework, but my brain was rapidly losing control of my mouth, so i thought i had to shut up fast). She says "oh, just home, Punjab, why?" "coz, like, you're lookin really........really........" "what?" "uhmm....really.....just......like...." "what???" "y'know, grglll-grlgll-grmph-glaaaaaaaah..." (total motor control-lost!) "sorry, no, you're just, whew.." (this is when i accidently looked down, major mistake, coz my eyes refused to climb back above her chest, and then my hands went crazy, and i started movin 'em around like a drunk traffic cop, when it hits me how big they actually are, and i actually tried cupping my hands around them!!)She looks at my slowly approaching hands, which are now forming two parts of a circle, and with a shocked look on her face, says "fat??" i reluctantly drop my arms, and still starin at them, go "glug-gulp-gno" "Hey, answer me! DO I LOOK FAT???" "no, no, not at all, you look gorglugoseglugglgglug" "look, i can handle it. i know these jeans make me look fat!! admit it!!" My face started turning crimson, and i knew i was screwed. so i resorted to the emergency procedure "No, thats not what i meant! seriously, you're fine, you're looking, like, wow!! Frikkin' Awesome!! crap, is that really the time?? I gotta run. Cia" and scrammed, feeling like a real moron. damn, and the whole damn platoon was laughing so loud, it made my ears go red. why the f@#k cant girls walk alone? how the hell am i supposed to talk to one, with 49 others listening? Anyways, i felt really guilty about it, and thought i'd apologize today, but crap, she didn't come for the exam. looks like tomorrow's gonna be d-day. i think i should wear my v-guard to school, just in case.

    ok, getting on with it, ivan's chick hasn't spoken to him for 2 weeks now, and he hasn't bothered to find out why. we're warning him, he'd better go and start sucking up to her again, before something really goes wrong. she's got a nasty kick, and wears these sharp-ended sandals to school when she's pissed, so ivan'd better hope his reflexes're good. otherwise he's gonna end up with a broken shin, no doubts there. (I speak with experience, having been at the receiving end of it many times)

    So, like, i'm only allowed 5 mins online now, so i'll post this and browse around for a bit. i had my last bit of gaming last week (finished IAF, 688(I) Hunter/Killer, AoE1, expansion, SW:Rogue Squad, AvP arcade and Dune2000). gonna get to play (legally, ofcourse) next summer. till then, gonna have to content myself with Morrison and Boyd's Organic Chemistry and the Handbook of Electrical Engineering (written by my grandad). what a life.

    Y'all have a great week, and I hope i've not wasted anyone's time.

    Cheers,

    Cy

  16. Good Morning 15/05/05

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    Solid. hey, if you're still in correspondence with her, ask her to send me this song if she has it on her system "Dil Chahta Hain" I cant get it anywhere :angry: Oh, and also, could you find out where they make the best 'chaat' in mumbai?

    cheers,

    cyc

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    16 here sucks. totally. parents screwin you all your wakin hours, hot chicks everywhere who want to do everything but be with you, and a future of sorts to make. Who sez teenagers have a great time? my 12th year was perfect, danke vhery much.

  19. Good Morning 15/05/05

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    Newfoundland, here i come!!

    though the climate may be an issue. after 4 years in this place, i dont think i can handle the cold. the average humidity is 75%, with no rain for 9 months, and summer temps at 51C. winter is as low as 32 :blink: i had real trouble when we moved here, since our previous posting was at this hill station with English weather. two extremes of the climate, i should say.

    oh, and i wanna try cod.

    That is one tough friend of yours, J, i mean, i've never even heard of a divorcee in India, and then to move abroad and start off again there!! She-Man of sorts, eh?

    women usually encounter horrible resistance here if they become the breadwinners. in extreme cases they're mutilated and acidified, but not that often. ussually its the 'beat the wife till she submits' routine among the low mid earners. my mom is a psychologist, and she tells us quite a few stories of how women are subjugated among the poor. some of them're really gross. its hard to imagine men like that exist. Sickos, the lot of them.

    cheers,

    Cyc

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    Vhilkommen to unzere laager-- unt iknore Zhyklone--- he'z juzt ein kid mit thingz to prove you know... :lol:

    Hey rommel, this kid happens to be the same age as ivan. and we got to the same school. same class. same bench. 4 years. and we're neighbours. hows he not gonna listen to me, with me hollerin at him day 'n night??

    AND he's goin through the same zhit :D

  25. Good Morning 15/05/05

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    Its a bit of both, Baltar. If, lets say, i go sick for the next 12 months and dont manage to ATLEAST get into the navy, (I AM THAT........DAMN.........GOOD :D:D) my poor mum's gonna get a cardiac, so is my dad, and the rest of my family (extends to everyone i dont even know i should know). my kid sis will take it well though, she'll just stick her tongue out at me and screw up the tennis court AGAIN. but thats just us. the common man works at any job he can get. unemployement is rampant here, especially educated unemployment. and social security is not something you find here. hawkers on the streets selling fruits and veges to housewives during the day, and tossing and turning on thin rags at night are M.Techs and M.Sc's. its on tv everynight, from Murdoch's star news to the local channel, but no one can do crap about it. thats why the brain drain occurs.

    an example-Volkswagen has been given land outside this city to build an IT park and a manufacturing plant, along with 2 graduate colleges. i asked a stranger in the bus enroute home about his job prospects (he knew english and he had an exam paper labelled "B.tech BioChem 3rd yr Finals" on his lap). the thought of vw building all that far from any civilisation (10 miles outside the city behind 2 hill ranges) and no commuting facilities and still employing skilled labourers seemed kind of a pipe dream to me. well, the land was given by the state govt last week, and VW set up a small enquiry desk in town to recruit skilled post graduates. ALL THE WHITE COLLAR JOBS WERE ALLOTTED IN THE FIRST WEEK!!! and this is not even a city anyone abroad has heard about. thats the level of unemployement. so people take whatever they can. anything that can feed the stomach. its only with us upper-mid that we have a problem, but I'm not exactly a layabout, and my future is assured. whatever it is. But i cant speak for the common man. even though i've tried. their life is pitiful, and unless visas get more common, we're gonna remain like this. as long as there's bureaucracy, there's gonna be the brain drain. just cant be helped.

    *Damn I'm good!!!*

    Thanks Joker, dont worry about the presidents. got them all mugged up, along with the oath. GK used to be my forte-royale in school B)

    Yeah, i know about the SiValley. lot of us there too. and that entrance exam for kindergarten, i got through 14 years back. flunked the 8th grade one, though. but how can a naval school not take a naval officers son? sure thing, i went for my entrance results, they were like, "You've got an average of 40%, pass is 60, therefore you've passed, and school starts next week".

    Oh, and those ruthless li'l monsters? you should really come to india, i'll show you real monsters. take ivan, for example. he's almost one. and he's a nerd by your standards. our nerds? you dont wanna know. they call me a loafer without a future, and non of the fellow students talk to me much in class, just coz i go to the gym, talk to chicks, play every major sport, fly microlights&gliders, and read every written Isaac Asimov. And i watch......wait for it.....MTV!!!!! I'm a disgrace!!!!

    Cheers

    :thumbsup::thumbsup::thumbsup:

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