Good day.

I know, I don’t like the template either …

It’s just that template changing is time-consuming activity and I haven’t the time. I’m up to my neck in work. I brought it on me, I know, but that does not make it any easier to deal with. Point is, the template stays, at least for a bit.

All school appointees and general idiots will please note, I’m talking about my blog template.

Now, about the passport services of the Republic of India. Writing (or indeed, typing) anything about them is an exercise laborious to both mind and fingertip. This is mainly because the ‘services’ part is, for the most part, nonexistent. As most of you might have guessed, I have recently had my passport made, under the ‘Tatkal’ or express scheme. If you do not happen to know a Joint Director in the employ of the Government of India, I suggest you do not opt for the express scheme; the regular one is faster.
I will not give a minute-by-minute account of the place, but here are few of the major points of interest. The ‘help’ booth cum reception desk was unmanned all day. The RPO, the guy who attests the passports, had a stomach that could have easily been mistaken for Grand friggin’ Central Station. There were computers there, which were very obviously on loan from the national museum or some similar establishment, which also explained the phenomenal efficiency level of the place. There was a three hour-long line, which I fortunately avoided, due to mum’s post, if you take my meaning. Getting passport in three days, woohoo.

The microprocessor located inside Mista Puhrezident’s skull has been acting up again. He basically fell apart in mathematics today, blundering about six or seven times a line, cutting and scratching lines of work and finally ending up stabbing himself in the elbow with his stolen parker. Unimportant but funny.

Oh, and also, somebody set the default setting for the dot matrix in lab four to “pause”, so the damn thing pauses by default, hence every print order just queues up, and nothing is printed. Very confounding, Mr. Mukesh had to fix the dogged thing in the end, because we just could not comprehend the fact that some one could be thick enough to do this, and hence never checked.
Cheerio then.


AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!

By the way, blogger just asked moi to sign in for gmail. Brilliant new concept, hope it catches on. I'm nisheeth@gmail.com now, and the rediffmail account I have is hereby suspnded until further notice. any mails to me will now go to this address, NOT to the hotmail or the rediffmail address.

Good day.

Cyberfest.

Day One
We reach school and go straight to The Web Resource Center. Part of the reason for doing this was that the basic person we were relying on to win Linux programming for us (moi) had never seen a bash widow before. So we waited for the crowed to arrived, checked out bash, and I enjoyed the rare privilage of teaching Mista Puhrezident a thing or two about computer related stuff.

We go to the transport department where we are informed that the eight of us must go in one van. After using some strange metaphysical matter compression techniques, we al load up and head for “Mata Jai Kaur Public School, Ashok Vihar”. We enter the school and realize that the side drummer at said school wear the same sashes as our honorable Head Boys/Girls. No more need be said.

We were made to sit in a pandal, which looked more like a langar ground than an auditorium. The chief guest did not show up, so they tried to give us gum by making the school chaprasi stand in for him, and give the speech.

The day was a general success, except for our moronic juniors who loose the files in which they store their answers. Believe it. We, that is to say Mista Puhrezident and I won Linux programming, and both our teams qualified for the senior quiz.

Day Two
Major disappointment. Okay, so we won senior programming, but that is Exun’s pet event, and we had the Azgez of the Bloodfists on our team (not to mention Rrrungtah formerly known as H.Ed. Pro Gramma) , we simply could not have lost. But we lost the senior quiz, which was disappointing. The quiz itself was one of the worst I have seen in a fair bit. The quizmaster was hyperventilating all through the quiz and the scorekeeping software seemed to mark on the basis on the basis of some sort of randomization function.

Only the Azgez of the Bloodfists could win more than one event.

There were two things I liked about the place, the keyboards in the labs and the school band, which by the way, was awesome.

Final rating – Decent to incredibly terrible.
Cheerio then.
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!

Good day.

The Dance Begins …

Of democracy that is. Tomorrow begins the single largest democratic exercise in the history of history. The Republic of India, that is Bharat, will put to vote. Consequently, every Tom, Dick and/or Harry who can tell the difference between a seat and peat (and a fair lot who can’t) is out on the street wanting a chance to run the country. Obviously, they succeed.
Furthermore, as this is the largest democratic exercise in the history of history, it is also the most futile piece of coordinated human effort in the history of, as aforesaid, history. But still, please, whatever you do, go out and vote. The day is off; 60 minutes lost can’t hurt.
Remember, if mera Bharat mahan, sau me sey ninyanby beimaan is taken to be true, then that still makes ten million honest folk. So take pride in India, and go out and vote. God knows those poll booth people need something to do.

Tomorrow is also my first Exun event in the capacity of programmer. I am going for Linux and senior programming. I am all excited. Hoohaa.
Awlrighty then
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!

Good day.

Enter the Bloodfist …

Into EXUN that is. Not a big deal, but as it is such an important event for that little midget of a clan, I thought I’d mention it. Apparently they, that is to say we, now have the honor of taking out printouts; this has Mista Puhrezident all excited.
Hoohaa.

Now as any Member of Da Klan would know, the only proper way to wear a sash is about the waist, with the knot on the right. This fact has obviously escaped all of the higher appointees, which by the way, does not surprise me one bit, all things considered. For the information of the general public all major post holders at school have got these brilliantly red sashes. They are a little more than red queue dividers and a little less than bad quality mats. Let us leave it at that.

Any one who meets Da Tall Dark and Decomposing One will kindly, in their cheekiest voice, tell him how well his suits him. This goes for the lot of them actually.

There is this short woman at school who enjoys writing poetry, the length of which, quite unfortunately, bears no resemblance to her ground clearance. One such example is at this time occupying what I consider to be an undeservingly large number of kilobytes on Mista Puhrezident’s blog. Now woman, I have nothing against you, but this ghastly excuse for verse I am solidly against. I am not against going off on Mista Puhrezident either (quite for it actually), but I suggest you steer clear of going off on blogs. Blogs are great and wonderful things and as you don’t have one, methinks you should keep your extremely large trap, and decidedly rusty pen, shut.
That’s it then.
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!

Good day.

From the left … QUICK MARCH

Man, there is just nothing to write about, life is very boring. Everyone is doing absolutely nothing of interest, except perhaps marching. Yes, about marching. The March Past is this really illogical and pointless thing Big C does to amuse her guests, and get off on the power she wields. ALL school appointees, without exception, are made to march, like the first friggin’ infantry, and salute her as they go past (her). And they tell me she’s not related to Hitler.

She Who Hath Titanium Rod Up Her Arse (M.B.I.H.P.S.) is the most irritating being on the planet, and enjoys marking out, on the class list, who has given in their work and who hasn’t. Lord, she’s an H.O.D.; you’d think she’d have better things to do.
Mukesh has basically sworn not to show up in time for class. The guy is so regular at being late that people set their watches by his comings and goings.

Mista Puhrezident’s birthday party movie and pics are up, so check out his blog.

H.Ed Pro Gramma has finally found time in his extremely busy schedule to check my Exun entrance program. Or so I hope.
If sarcasm was quantised, and every unit of sarcasm was a grain of sand, then the amount of sarcasm on the word ‘busy’ in the last statement would be the equivalent of a planet the size of Jupiter, made entirely out of compressed sand.

Also, about Da Flawa Gurl. She came to Karan’s birthday party, which basically made Karan’s day, if not year. Amiable girl, as far as girls go, which is not very far. This however is no reason for anyone to stop teasing him/her bout the other. I presume that it is not out of goodness of heart that the Badshah prohibits all his subjects to stop the teasing and therefore I will not say what I think of his order or the threats of Ka-dongs or Ka-bongs or whatever.

NO KLANSMAN IS TO OBEY THE ORDER

That’s it then.
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!

Good day.

Just when you thought it was over.

Yup, just when you thought that I was done, that I had stopped and would never write again, I return.
I had reshuffling tests, which went a lot better than expected, but also caused a major lack of blog updates.

I had planned to write a thing or two about Mista Puhrezident, so I will write a thing or two about Mista Puhrezident. The man is the cheapest, most heartless, selfish and profit minded person I know, and I know Da Tall Dark and Decomposing One. He shall go down in history, of course as the president who sold the freedom of The Exunclan to Big C, just so he could be an appointee. The disgrace. Needless to say, if anyone from Da Klan even tried this, he would be olivated (given the olive press treatment). To ensure that the spirit of this clan lives on, I have decided to join it. Such is the greatness of the Azgez of the Bloodfists. Furthermore, he is the most monstrously stupid, not to mention suicidal man this side of Ursa Minor. He called Vrinda Marwah a bitch. Then he posted it on the net, for all (including miss Marwah) to read. For those who do not know Vrinda, this is just about as smart as testing the motion sensors on a landmine with your left foot.

I have recently committed the gargantuan error of lending money to Da Tall Dark and Decomposing One. For obvious reasons, I will say no more.

The reshuffling tests have also caused a lot of backlog in my schoolwork, which I plan to cover up this week. This is not very nice since I had planned to chill this week, which I can’t do now. F***.
Mista Puhrezident’s birthday is coming up. God bless his airiness for telling me that. I plan to eat him out of house and home. Woohooo.

Cheerio then.
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!