I planted a few mustard seeds in a small pot 1 week back to capture shots of its growth. I am always amazed by the tiny wet grass macro shots that I come across. This was a small expt I did on my window sill. It is actually a pain to manually focus in a point & shoot 5 MP camera. Can’t get rid of the grains. Took around 120 odd shots in every angle. Moreover, today was a cloudy day. I got tired of waiting for some yellow natural sun light in the afternoon so ended up putting the tinge in PS w/ heavy cropping. It is inevitable to PP with such limited resources. But I’m not complaining! =)
First day of college:
Half an hour early in the class.
New faces. Confused, Scary [this is PESIT for God’s sake! =P] looks.
Got lost on the way to Chem lab.
Found the Nescafe Coffee Cart too crowded and intolerable.
Felt odd and displaced in the Open Air Theater.
Too diffident to enter the canteen filled with seniors!
Silence in ‘the group’.
Went back home right after the classes at 3 pm.
Last day of first sem:
I was 10 minutes late for the exam today. The invigilator gave me “the look” when I entered the silent exam room. Worse, I had to borrow a pen from someone and she went- “This is an examination hall!!” True story =|
Confusion about a lot of things still prevails. BUT, “this is PESIT, LOL man!!”
Shortcuts to reach Chem and EC lab sooner!!
Spend 5 minutes of every break drinking coffee at Nescafe. Getting addicted to coffee BIG TIME.
Best place in college = OAT. Period.
Have masala dosas at canteen at least thrice every week!
Today, we had a great time Bowling, Hogging, Talking & Spending 3 freaking hours in a BMTC bus [201 = Bangalore Darshan] trying to get back to college. Walked in the open city roads at night. Tried to convince a guy to quit smoking [really]. Played Truth. Sang senselessly. Debated on things like education, dating & Op-Amp Summers and Subtractors =|
Shocking Conversation Examples:
“What is sorry?”
“A string of 5 characters”.
“No, its an array pointing to a string of 5 characters.”
“How much did you score in T2?”
“I’m not telling.”
“How many time should I ask for you to tell!!?!”
“Put it in a loop!”
Finally reached home around 9 pm.
I just got up from sleep. Its 10:52 pm & I still need to START preparing for the comp quiz tomorrow. Theory AND lab. These quizzes are hell. They last for 15 minutes & get over even before we I realize that its begun. On top of this, we are being “tested” in the ‘tronics lab tomorrow. Each of us will be given an experiment and need to get the circuits right to proceed. Learning 14 freaking topics for 2 freaking marks.
To add to this mess, I’m currently on antibiotics AND pain killers for my wound [which by the way, hasn’t healed much & according to the doc, the internal blood clot has started spreading (?)]. The blueness is turning into purpleness =P
& tomorrow happens to be the last official working day of college! Never realized amidst all the mess!! First semester just flew by!~
I met with an accident today morning while going to college. A maniac bus driver was driving at 80 km/hr speed. I was taking a turn [with the indicator ON, ahem] and he appeared out of nowhere. I applied breaks suddenly but couldn not control the 110 cc beast and feel with the bike on me. Passers stood there watching me trying to lift the vehicle off me but nobody came by to offer any help. Finally a nice lady helped me out. Everything went back to normal as I headed towards college. The pain in my leg started to show its presence after an hour. I couldn’t tolerate the pain and went back home.
I dared my grandmom to keep this a secret; thinking the pain would vanish by evening. BUT she HAD to let everyone [read parents] know. Dad examined the hurt area. Internal blood cloting has turned a part of my swollen leg blue in color. I was expecting him to yell at me for having ruined the brand new bike with scratches & for my carelessness, irresponsibility, recklessness, no-sense and such similar things.
He congratulated me for having experienced my first official road accident.
[for with it comes valuable life lessons]
[or so he thinks]