Good day.
The Supreme and Exalted leader of the Klan has again taken keyboard under palm (as opposed to pen in hand) and you are blessed for you may read the wisdom that issues forth from his hand.
Returning from the twisted wastes that constitute my brain and my ego, the real reason I am typing this entry is a most amusing conversation that I had the singular misfortune of being the lone observer of. It is my belief that I should give a fuller account of the two people between whom this conversation ensued. One happens to be my computer teacher, who enjoys squashing mice with her feet. I am not kidding. I have it from no less than her own mouth, that she had the singular pleasure of being inside a room which she could not immediately exit. Upon then sighting the unfortunate rodent in question, she proceeded to stomp at it till the mouse breathed it's last. Now, I must tell you that this particular teacher (though a very friendly creature by all rights) has a very large bearing on the speed of the earth's rotation, so we can be sure that the mouse suffered. So the next time you get extra homework and think how cruel, obstinate and unthinking your teacher can be, please remember that at least you do not have to deal with heartless, rodent murdering females.
But, not digressing from the topic at hand, the other member of this unbelievably pointless convesation was a friend of ine, who, hereinafter, shall be referred to as Da Geek. He is the biggest bug lovers (computer bugs, not organic ones) that I have ever had the supreme misfortune to meet. He enjoys looking for bugs in OSs &c. and then writing endlessly about them in some geeko-Prussian dialect which, in parts, seems to resemble the English language.
The conversation itself began when our teacher finally decided to continue teaching us, and began to preach to the undividedly attentive class, strings and their use in C++. Now, we got to a part where she told us that cin>>string; would not work well as the input would terminate on encountering a space. The ensuing conversation was thus --

Da Geek : It's a BUG. Hallelujah, God save me for saying it but I sit here and, in the name of all that's holy, do swear it's a bug.

Teacher : It is not a BUG. A limitation maybe but a bug ...

Da Geek : It's a BUG.

Teacher : It is not a BUG.

Da Geek :NIIT brainwashed you, your opinion cannot count.

At this point the both stated a bunch of computer mumbo jumbo, at which point this sundry instrument between my ears that I hold to be a brain, completely switched off. But from what I did gather they were aruing about the difference between a bug and a limitation.For crying out loud WHO GIVES A GOD DAMN RAT'S GLUDIOUS MAXIMUS??
You can understand my plight. A Geek and a computer teacher, I'll take the rock and the hard place thank you very much.
Further more, the CAS situation in Delhi isn't any better. We are still subject to torture through bad,bad sitcoms, and even worse, (horror of all horrors) Hindi soaps. God save us.
Big C is up to her old tricks, but we are managing to survive.
Till next time, cheerio.
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!

P.S. - Obviously, the above narrative is severely overstated. For a less sensationalised though more biased version click here (Da Geek's Blog).You may also do so if you are interested in Bugs in iPods and Mac OSs and such like.
Gludious maximus - Two large muscular lobes located at the posterior of the human pelvic girdle.
Apology Notice --The above statements are completely devoid of any malacious intent. It is to be noted that the writer is a two hundred pound person with am more-than-generously lined waist, so his comments pertaining to anybody's mass are more of an irony than anything else.