A Romantic Night with Madame DBus

A warning to potential readers (if they exist), this following article is slightly technical. As a move to make it remotely bareable, I have decided to blindly splatter it with over-dramatization, poor jokes and innuendo. Hopefully, you will enjoy it, whether or not you have a technical background. It might help to replace my characters with whoever you’d think I’d be uncomfortable with. Do comment on your selection.

‘Tis the eve of Valentine’s. I can imagine thousands of couples all over the world planning a romantic day/night. It also happens to be the eve of my most feared quiz, my arch nemisis, Dr. ThermoD (yes, he has a thick curly black mouschtache and speaks french). However, in the true spirit of love, I decided to blindly force my way through all reason and spend some quality time with my sweetheart through the wee hours of the night.

Another Concert, and another Rant

I promise I have a better article in the works, but since I’m trying to keep regular with posts I’ve got to push out something…

Another weekend, another concert. Arguably this is college life; going to second rate concerts to try and glean off some musical taste, establish contacts, and then form an army to take over the world (with music and harmony). But this concert was particularly bad. So bad that we walked out half way through.

Snippets:

• … infact I had planned to cycle there alone and plod around in my loneliness
• Granted I really don’t care about my public appearance, but going to a more or less posh area of town in what are essentially jammies is a bit discomforting.
• … the giveaway: a man standing in a suit painted like a thermometer (and a lungi ).
• Evidently they knew they were corny, but I don’t think they quite understood the magnitude.

Passion Flame: A Rant

I’m posting a poem I wrote last summer (before I had come to IIT). To set the story, I was majaarly pissed off by the coaching centre mentality. I had been madly in love with physics (though we’ve broken up, we still remain friends), and a year and a half later, my passion was just sapped away. With the exam over, I decided to generally start writing again, so I started with this. As you will soon see, I have abused the language in nearly every way possible, just to play with it. Most poems I have written till date have been of a melancholy tone. I wanted to try something new and that’s the explanation for the sudden shift in tone in the last few stanzas. It is pretty long, and I hope I don’t bore you with it.

Preview:

Noooo! I scream inside,
This is who I am
A thousand pieces, together a puzzle,
Each bit part of a grander scheme,
The relation only obvious in afterthought
To do this is to me as to the dog a muzzle,
The bird a cage, the boat an anchor
If it be that I am the jack of all trades,
So be it, for that is who I am,
The jack of all trades,
But king of none.