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THAT WAS FREAKY!

The great and glorious, and also previously mentioned, deducing powers that I possess tell me that you lot are probably wondering what I am referring to. What I am referring to, is a singularly nerve racking experience that I had the singular displeasure of experiencing.
Most of you know that I go to FIITJEE for JEE training. Now I have often written less than graciously about a fair bit of people there (not including someone who is about to be mentioned). Now they believe teaching mathematics at FIITJEE, methinks they think that it is of some little assistance in the IIT-JEE. Well anyway, when you teach mathematics is useful to have a mathematics teacher. For me (and my batch), this illustrious post is filled by one Mr. Ashish Khare. This same Mr. Khare also happens to be fairly interested in computers in general and is in-charge of their site updates etc. So he decides one day to google FIITJEE. On the third page there is a link to the archives of this journal, one particular entry in which I had gone off about how mathematics papers were stupidly hard at FIITJEE. Note he’s a mathematics teacher.

So today he walks up in class and tells me he’s been reading my blog (he did not know of blogs, so he said it in a way which made me think about it a little before it dawned on me that he’d been this journal). Naturally, this caused me extreme discomfort, and I was on the verge of hydrating my clothing all class as he’d asked me to come along so he could show me what he was talking about.

Well, I did go along with the fellow, and he contrary to set mathematics teacher behavior, was a brilliant sport and even asked me if I’d like to help him with the FIITJEE site in my free time.

Conclusion - Classic case of all’s well that doth not end in a well.
Cheerio then.
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!

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I am NOT dead.

Contrary to popular belief and the hopes of the municipal corporation of the city of New Delhi, I am not dead. I still am very much in the land of the living. Those who do not believe me will kindly go and check the archives of the department of consumption.

With a thunder fit …
There many things in this universe that happen less often than others, still other things that do not happen at all. Some of these tings are, indeed so rare that not even all the Greek gods have seen them. One such thing is a Bloodfistonian stomachache. This rare, and almost mythical (though very uncomfortable) phenomenon took place yesterday night, and lasted trough the day. The night was marked by thunder and lightning, and the day with windstorms. Also, I’m told Venus came to watch. You lot probably think I’m making too much of a small thing, but then you lot are also plain stupid. I’ve not had a stomach ache in a good year. Also, you will understand that I have a lot of stomach. Hence there is a very large part of my person, which messed up when my stomach is messed up.

I will return.
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!

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Why, you wondered …

You probably wondered some time last week about why I have not written for so long. Let me tell you.
Thirteenth, the day of the result, every T.V. news channel west of the sea of Rhun declares that the dance of democracy n India is over. Everyone that is, but me. This is mainly because I have seen too many Lok Sabhas constituted not to know that what has ended is only the first movement, not the dance. The fun part has only just begun. Here is a day-by-day break up.


13.05.2004, Thursday.

The Verdict is in …

Nine O’ Clock Wednesday night, a seventy year old fellow got up from his chair in counting hall number fifty four in an obscure district in an equally obscure part of the Indian state of U.P. and said “Constituency to Mr. ABC of the BJP by XYZ votes”. So ended the greatest democratic exercise in history, and the most complex logistical procedure in the same- The Indian General Election and the counting of the votes.
The people have spoken, and this is what they said—
1. Congress+ 219
2. BJP+ 188
3. Left+ 64
4. The rest of the lot gets the rest of the lot.
In my personal opinion, the right party won, but the wrong man lost. Atal Bihari Vajpayee is the last of the true statesmen this country had. Sonia Gandhi could not stand up to him if she … forget it, she could never even come close.

14.05.2004, Friday.

Murder, Death, Kill, it's all happening on Dalal Street.

The markets showed their love for communists in general this day. The communists on the other hand, showed their sense of propriety. Neither was a pretty sight. The General Secretary of the CPI(M) promptly walks out and says that the divestment ministry is going to be scrapped. The markets decide that it’s a brilliant time to go vacationing. Leisure activity of choice? BUNGEE JUMPING.
300 point drop.

15.05.2004, 16.05.2004; Saturday, Sunday.
No great revelations, mainly because the communist politburo and later central committee was meting in order to decide whether to join the government or not. True to communist efficiency, this lasts two days. They decide not to join the government. Sonia Gandhi elected chief of the congress parliamentary party (or committee or something).

17.05.2004, Monday.

Black Monday, Slaughter on Dalal Street.

No one called this. This was the big one they all feared but didn’t see coming. Trading stopped thrice, and the maximum loss of the index was close to 800 points before the panic control measures took control. The net loss was something like 500 pts. Which is the highest ever.

Net loss of the order of 10¹² (yes twelve) rupees

18.05.2004, Tuesday.

What the flying f*** is the madwoman doing??

Five o’ clock this (that is Tuesday) afternoon, the biggest bungler in Indian politics pulled off the most graceful yet pointlessly idiotic political maneuver in history. Sonia Gandhi refuses the post of prime minister. Forget the people, forget their mandate, she just … decides. The markets shoot up (I’m not trying to imply anything). Heaven only knows why she did it. Sacrifice ?? Please. That’s the biggest clod of shit I have ever heard, and I sat with Manav for a year. What the hell for? I mean, you need an object for a sacrifice. What is the goal, what does she mean to achieve by sacrificing the post ? I mean, this is the most nonsensical thing I have ever seen, and I have seen the ’91 government. Half her party is in a state of shock. Nobody knows what to do. You see, the congressmen are very good at plying second fiddle, especially to a Gandhi, but they have no real Prime Minister people.

One good thing does come out of this, Dr. Manmohan Singh gonna be new P.M.

19.05.2004, Wednesday

It’s almost over

Manmohan Singh, Doctor of Economics, former lecturer at the Delhi School of Economics, former Governor of the Reserve Bank of India, former finance minister, and the father of Liberalization in India, went , with Mrs. Gandhi to meet an old rocket scientist. The rocket scientist gave him a letter. A wax designed and manufactured only for this purpose sealed the letter. The seal belonged to the First Citizen of our nation. This letter effectively made him the most important and powerful man in India. It was the invitation to form a government.

Personally I think it turned out well, he’ll pick the minister tomorrow or thereafter, and there will finally be a government. With him as P.M., firstly the communist effect goes down, there is no infighting for the finance minister’s post. Everybody’s happy. Or so it seems. God bless us all (more like god help us all).


FOR THE REPUBLIC!!!!!
Jai Hind. (excuse the corniness)
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!

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Mista Purezident did something today that I honstly thought beneath him. He renamed his blog "Karan's Journal". Remind you of somthing?
It's sad to see this, it really is. I'm very disapponted.
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE.