A friend of mine (Geetla) has this amazing quality of keeping a track of his dreams. Of what use is it? Well, it will open up new and witty conversations on a social front; brooding over those dreams at a later point of time can be a good time pass and most importantly it can be of some use in courses like creative writing. The inspiration for a creative writing story can be your dream. Having known all these uses, even I tried absolutely hard to keep a track of my dreams. Here's one of my successful attempts:

CC (Narmad's lit sec) goes onto the stage and announces- 'We'll have the DJ now. This will be followed by the toasts. Junta, enjoy the DJ.' After an hour of rocking and shaking, we settle down finally for the most awaited part of our four years' lives- 'The RG's.' Tarun in his formal attire, as if paying his final respect to the seniors, says 'Let's start with the third wing because Bhaand is finally passing out of the insti from that wing.' And a huge round of applause from all around. The entire insti is in our hostel to witness this rare event of Bhaand passing out. Tarun's assigned the duty of reading a 50 paged toast to Bhaand, and the surprise package is that a page in Bhaands toast will precede the toasts of other pass outs. This is to keep the night alive and memorable. So, Tarun's a dressed up man with a huge task infront of him. Anyway, the objective of the dream is just my reflection about my wingmates, with a statement about Bhaand preceding all my speeches on the others. Later in the morning when I was reconstructing my dream, I was forced to believe, so as to avoid logical inconsistency, that
everybodies reflections on everyone else would have opened with a statement on the thalaivar.

Since the dream had a well defined objective, I will ignore all the minor details and only focus on my comments in the videos. Ofcourse in the hostel videos, thanks to ATM, I look better than I did in the Chandrayaan one. So, here I am on the screen talking about my wingmates:

Its a privilege to our batch that the thalaivar is passing out with us. Our batch is a blessed one.
Ashok Gurumurthy: I remember the meanings of the GRE words hypercritical and hypocritical by associating them to him. He is too self-centered. He demands perfection in anything. A bridge GOD. Highest GRE scorer in narmad:1570. A gen vague stud, disliked by many.But, I personally learnt a lot from him.

The thailaivar would still claim his age is barely 25, and he's too young to get married.
Bala Subramanyam: A muggu as well as an academic stud. Will talk to anybody with a pleasing smile on his face. Always greets me with a big hi. I enjoy my conversations with him.

Thalaivar knows each and every minute detail about anything and everything in the insti.
Mukund: A silent boy, with a great sense of humour. He can dangerously defame you, if you are not too careful in conversing with him. Very nice guy, though.

Thalaivar has seen batches and batches of people come in and go out. He himself doesnot very well remember when he joined the insti.
RK: A very active member in the list of my H-group members. A fight putter. He's the hostel opener in our batch. He can put an S in vague T.Pradeeps courses even. Claims he's a quake God before me, but I heard reports from the other quakers quite contrary to this claim. The famous RK's omens are like the Tuck's TNR, just that they didnot receive enough publicity through filter copies and beloved news letter coords.

Thalaivar has this uncanny knack of getting ragged by freshies.
Thanu: One more chweetie, cutie in my list. Very very nice guy. Tries too hard to get girls. In the process attracts guys. Brilliant wit and an awesome sense of humour. Bastard, was a non working member of the hostel council during 3rd year. The worast aas that narmad ever had :)

A fart session with the thalaivar would range anywhere from an hour to a day.
Siva: Didnot interact much with him. But, I am aware that he's a huge elec stud.

Thalaivar's juniors are presently teaching in IITM. Prof. Pattabhiram from physics dept is one such example.
Karthikeyan: An innocent, ideal person. A big muggu. Used to mug even during power cuts in our fresh year. A very principled and organized man. Will put lot of fight to achieve whatever he wants and finally achieves it.

Thalaivar's a big carnatic music stud.
Bose: A food freak. If you get food from house, be careful about bose. He might complete the entire thing without it reaching the others. Has some annoying habits. He would want to work on your computer when you are doing something imp on it, even when his comp is in a working condition. And what does he do, if you give him a comp? Watches a gult movie. I still can't forget the incident where in he generally walks into my room while I was watching a movie and switches off my comp. But, a great guy at heart. Surely helps you, if you ask for it.

Thalaivar has an unsuccessful political background. He contested for the gen-sec elections twice and lost both the times.
Sameer: Huh, where do I start? A certain legend. Has lots of fundaes and is a big stud. But his CG speaks the other way. (Btw 8.75 in CS means he's a cupper.) Then, the entire Sharavti is his. Gives a lot of opportunity to Rohit and me to propound new theories about him, a few of them being the Analog-Digital theory, the famous mango story. If 75%attendence rule is applied to the residents in the hostel, Sameer will be the first one to get kicked out of this place. And guess who named him NIL? Its the thalaivar.

Thalaivar has the credit of being the best GCU head over the years. He actually worked in some post which doesnot require anyone to work.
KT:A man with a huge history. He reminds us of heroes in typical factionist gult movies having a painful flashbacks. He has a knack of creating apocryphal stories and actually making people believe them, details of which are divulged in the toast. He puts in lots of effort to solve math problems for arbit orkut girls. He would have improved his CG, if only he translated all that enthu into proper acads. A classic example of the famous statement 'Behind every mans fall, there's a woman', with a slight modification that 'there are women,' in this case.

Thalaivar got a new bike of late, the pleasure, after which he's reported to have become a hedonist. He was quoted saying, 'my pleasure' 'with pleasure', 'I have pleasure' etc.. lot of times.
Rohit: Stud, studder, stud max. This describes him completely. Any problem related to technology, Rohit can solve it. He belongs to the invincible force of PJ Gods family in my batch.
Has a clean history. Everybody likes him and not to forget, he's good at raping people.(especially sameer and kt in matters pertaining to across the oat.) Architect of all the Sameerian theories and ya, Namcy is due to his creativity.


Thalaivar has been the subject of several ignoble papers, filter copies and shaastra news letters.
Harsh:An elec God in EP. He has a great sense of humour. Very busy person. Will be in China today, Chennai tomorrow and Australia the day after. Atleast, this was the reason attributed for him not being found in the hostel too often.

Thalaivar is the architect of classical dance at Saarang.
Cum Boy: Never stays in Narmad. He's like a permanent resident of Ganga. Lit god. Perhaps the only guy who has a bad impression about the wing.

Thalaivar has maintained versatality in taking up Shaastra/saarang coordships and volships over years. He has toured over all the departments in both the fests.
Shoban:My room-mate. A fundae God and stud, but very down to earth. Generally agrees with anyone with a smile on his face. But believe me, if he dissents, he makes sure the other ones views are changed. A typical argument with Shoban starts with 'HVallooooo', in the typical Shobanian style.

Bhaand contributed a lot to the IIT lingo in the form of WTTit, WTTak etc..
Anup: Anup's room marks the beginning of the quake team of narmad. One thing that amazes me about him is that he's a quake god as well as an 8 pointer in elec. Both DONOT go together, and Anup is the only exception to this rule. Always greets people with a great smile. And did I forget, he is a silent lit god. The famous Anup poems are yet to recieve patronism.

Bhaand was offered asst wardenship of Krishna hostel and asked to move out of Narmad. He showed middle finger to the CCW people and refused to move out.
Vickram: Fuckrum as popularly called is a big bull. He loves bullying and physically assaulting people. He came close to breaking my hand one day for taking a gold finger from his plate during grub. A confrontation man. He led a rebellion against Pandu (CS Prof) for the way he graded them and ...I donot know what happened later. A PJ God and a fart lover. Belongs to the gumble of quakers.

Narmad GBM's may be classified into two categories: Those dull ones in which Bhaand is absent and those fun filled ones, funny because of Bhaand raping every possible secretary. Even Helmet couldnot escape the Bhaand rape.
Kai: Kai Vela meaning hand job. I hear, true to his name he's very good at hand jobs. When I first saw him, I thought he's some gult movie villain. Now, I think he can be one. Chain smoker, quake God, has a good sense of humor. And you know what, our man hosted a booze party being madras eyed once. Junta have actually turned up for that just to create that entire episode of madras-eye in the 3rd wing.

Bhaand has ideas of giving CAT and spending another phase of his memorable long-lasting life in IIM. Implications of this will be profound.
Pondy: Here goes the story of a certain Pondy, a JEE cracker without any coaching. Once upon a time he was a stud; stud in everything: acads, cricket, table tennis etc.. Then came quake, like the lady Macbeth and removed all his enthu. Who would believe me now, if I say Pondy received the 'Best enthusiastic freshie' award during our first year? A very soft spoken guy.

Bhaand is equally famous among the faculty as he is among the students.
Kid: Kid is what mothers would think kids should not be like. He has all possible bad habits in the world. Added to which he's an RG god. He puts too much senti to cover up his RG.

Bhaand claims, he is the co-founder of the anti-gult committee. But the fact remains, Bhaand loves gults and gultiness, another term coined by him.
Gigolo: Kadamur Bhavani Ganesh, a digo-gulto-tam. The famous KBJ's were as famous as the TTN PJ's. But the KBJ era terminated with Giggs getting too busy with less serious things like Shaastra coreship. He leads a silent life across OAT, and I blame it on the tit for not publicizing it enough. His gayness is never revealed. Sometimes reciprocates in a weird way when greeted with gayness, sometimes initiates it. May be he is influenced too much by the TITTIAN philosophy. And lots and lots, let the toast take over.

Even after being so aged, Bhaand doesnot have a single white hair. All the countable hairs on his bald-head are black. I envy him for this.
Left-Tit: I love you, leftit!! Where do I start about Tittappa a.k.a Sandeep Makam a.k.a Leftit, a.k.a, in short and to put it terse, the tit? Pointed sisters, Mechatronics, G cubeness (Gult Gay God), wing icon for getting bumped? Every concept of Tits life is a big episode.
The tit is a robotics stud with lot of tech enthu.
More in the toast.

Bhaand is credited for giving dressing down to some great bullies like Preetham Singh Meena and actually making them feel bad about what they have done. This happened when Bhaand was playing footer in the quadrangle for the first time, and perhaps the last time in his life.
Nikhil: One of those stud-cs-guys kind. But a very reasonable muggu, unlike the elec kind. He has boundless enthusiasm for acads. Back in time, he used to mock everyone who mugged at any point of time; and when he mugged, all the doors and windows in his room used to be sealed.
Now, he's changed. Nice cricketer. Puts amazing fart, especially on politics and tit. Of late he's into hobby club.

Bhaand is a polyglot. Apart from gult and tam, he can speak dig, hindi, mallu and several dialects of local Indian languages(atleast this is what I think when he starts 'singing'). And as already mentioned, he contributed an important part in the evolution of IIT lingo as a new language.
Raghu: Silent boy, robotics stud. Belongs to the set of BC putters in first year. We both enjoy a beautiful gurunath partnership.Whenever I go towards gurunath he goes away from it and vice-versa. One guy who actually loves to learn stuff.

Bhaand is Gyaad. I repeat, Bhaand is gawd.
Paedo: Person with lot of self confidence and self esteem. Belongs to the rarer kind of BS putters from Aero to BT. If there's somebody who isn't raped in a presentation, by T.Pradeep, it's Paedo. One more of the home-sick kind. You never find him in the hostel during weekends. A big-big stud, but maintains low profile.

8RF

The Paramanu Visphot is over, though with lesser intensity than expected, yet proving its point. With no other quiz in the immediate future and having done with my GRE last week, I feel relieved and relaxed. To put in GRE terminology, ensconced. In celebration of this relief, I am back to blogging, in about just less than an year after I've published my previous post.
And, thanks a ton to Baille for giving me the topic for blogging by tagging me, thus in a way motivating me to make this come back. Thanks a million tonnes to the same dude, for saving me from the embarrassment of not having been tagged and thus also preventing me from resorting to remedial techniques of self-tagging, as done by a famous shaastra events core. I promise to stick to the rules of tagging, unlike the aforementioned self-tagger, who questioned the rules of tagging. Let me also take this opportunity to publicize this famous dictum 'A tagged blogger is worth 8 non-tagged bloggers', coined by me.
Anyways, here are the rules of the game:
1. Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.
2. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts.
3. Players should tag 8 other people and notify them they have been tagged.

Let me get started
1. People think I have a horrible handwriting. So horrible that, once in my 9th std when I wrote one page of notes legibly, my math teacher treated the entire class with pastries and samosas. She later regretted it, for it was just a transient change. I however, have different feelings about my handwriting. I feel, I am one of the very few people who write in a matured way.

2. My school is a part of a Christian missionary called the Montfort association. Every year, different schools from this association have a literary and cultural meet, which is called the'Montort Fest'. Our school hosted the fest in my 10th std. I was the head of all the student volunteers that time, which is like a facilities and hospi core for saarang (oh...ya, I agree- it's a hyperbole). As a part of hospitality, I had to make sure that all the rooms (which were our class rooms) that the guests would occupy were well attended and facilitated. In this connection, I got this weird idea of writing some brain teasers on the board with two intentions. The major one being pseud putting, and the minor one being, that serving as a pass time activity for the guests. Worst part was that all those teasers were questions from Resnick and Halliday, for which I myself didnot know the answers. Much worse was that I had announced prizes without consulting the higher authorities, with a definite hope that no one would come up with any answer. One of them actually came up with an answer for some teaser, and my replies to him were 'may be, but think of it, You are almost right...I want the exact answer.' After repeatedly saying so, he got shit pained and asked me if I knew the answer. I immediately escaped from him saying, I was busy and had some work to do. After that whenever he saw me, he used to smile. This made me bunk the last day of the fest, because of which I was looked up as a malingerer and eventually didnot receive my certificate as the head of the student volunteers.

3. I very proudly acclaim here that I have split up the faculty in my school into two factions. One faction that likes me and one faction that severely hates me. This was exposed when the teachers were deciding the list of best out going students in the school. At first, my name didnot find its place in the list. But later, thanks to 'my faction', a separate best student award was created just for me. It was called the 'Best Science Student.' I bragged upon it for a long time after that.

4. My biology madam had a daughter who was my classmate. They were the residents of the same colony as I was. So, I used to converse with them quite freely. My friend used to mock me at this intimacy and used to make all vulgar comments about me and this girl. I waited for my chance and got it. The same guy's interest in biology had deepened as we stepped into class 10. So then, he got closer to the madam and hence her daughter!! I retorted by mocking back. I enjoyed the way I was requiting, until he complained about the same to the madam. Gawn was all her impression upon me; this made her cross the floor from 'my faction' to the other faction.
This dude is now pursuing his MBBS from Osmania Medical College, Hyderabad.

5. I had this great obsession of writing on the blackboard. One day it so happened that one of my friends had drawn a middle finger on the board. This made the class teacher appoint a post called 'The Board Incharge', and only he among the students would be allowed to touch the board, for decorating it or filling in information about the daily attendance etc..Because of my obsession, I was the only proper contestant for this post and eventually got it. My duties: Write a proverb on the top of the board once in every two days and fill up information about the no. of absentees everyday. One day, the proverb I wrote read 'Chasity is the first virtue in any man or woman.'My english teacher pointed out the mistake and asked me to correct it. I forgot to make the correction and the next day 'brother principal ' (this was how we used to address the principal), John Kallarikal walked in. He is a big big stud, and this is the only man in the school to whom I used to be afraid of. The pocket in his frock used to be very big, specially designed for him to carry a cane in it. Any indiscipline wouldnot be tolerated. He was known for caning the SPL infront of the entire school for a stupid act of his. On entering the class he asked, 'who wrote this.' Nobody claimed responsibility. His repeated inquiries went in vain. Sensing that the situation is getting heated up, one of my friends slowly uttered my name. Followed the others. Some pointed at me and some looked at me as if giving him a hint about the culprit. I was saying my prayers. Then I heard him speak 'Success has many fathers, but failure is often an orphan.' This removed all the fear out of me and I raised my hand . All he had done was to say "it's 'chastity', which means purity and not 'chasity'". The next day's proverb on the board was 'Success has many fathers. Failure is often an orphan.' I can never forget it. Subsequently, I became a good friend of his and a great fan.

6. Before Bro.John, Bro.Chacko was the principal of the school. I was in 4th std at that time and obviously I was a cute looking boy :) I was passing by him; he immediately took a chocolate and gave me. I ate it. That night I had a serious stomach upset and I was accusing and cursing the principal, citing his chocolate as a reason for my stomach upset.The next day I stepped into the school and heard an interesting news. The principal had been beaten up by some unknown persons, popular guess being the naxalites,( for he was taking lots of donations) and hence admitted in the hospital. I kept quoting this incident to whoever troubled me anytime after that.

7. I love to live with an IITian tag. People keep believing whatever crap I talk about science and math, so much so that I taught a relative of mine pursuing her MCA, Graph Theory, without having a clue on what it is.

8. As a Chandrayaan coordinator for Shaastra, I mailed the speakers from my gmail id, which is jimmy87.pavan. Now they think Jimmy is my surname. (Btw, my name was Jimmy even before coming to IIT because I played cricket like Jimmy Adams, a West Indies batsman.) I mailed the PR director of Chandrayaan, DrKrishnamurthy addressing him Dear Dr.Krishnamurthy. He replies me back saying 'Dear.Dr Pavan.' Is he mocking me?

So now I tag the following people: Sameer, Sayan :), Giggolo, Leftit, Pressure, Jaanwar
sdk, rampi

PS: @Sayan: No offence intended. It was only for humor.