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!!!