Tuesday, September 11, 2007

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.