The last day of my under graduate education.

At this point in my life, I'm seriously tempted to grin and tell the world that I will no longer have to go to college. The joy of not having to worry about using the boy's staircase to lunch and getting hauled up for it. Priceless. 

To be fair, things weren't that bad all the time. Especially during the last semester, I did enjoy myself comparatively. However, I still thumb my nose at everyone who thought that their idea of discipline was more important than actually learning anything in college. 

Anyway, life beckons and so on and so forth. I'm going to be doing a lot of things which are going to take me out of my comfort zone.I have to stay away from home for the first time in my life. I will either hate that or end up liking it immensely. On one hand, I'll have to do my own laundry and do everything on my own. On the other hand, it means independence and self sufficiency which can be a heady mixture. Maybe the next few years will bring out everything I never had the chance to find out about myself so far. 

And I'm looking forward to that.    

She was just behind me!

Okay, this was something which happened quite a while back, but I was just thinking about it and voila! I present to you yet another pointless blog post featuring my cluelessness.

If you have been diligently following my blog you will know that at one point of time, I used to go walking with a friend in the mornings at a park. If you haven't, you know it now. 

Right at the beginning of this not very successful venture, I had no clue how to get to the park from my place. So my friend used to come to my place on her bike and then, I would follow her to the aforementioned park on mine. And because I'm so freakishly clueless about routes, she had to do this for a few consecutive days so my brain would finally get the idea and remember the way. 

On day three or four, I was sufficiently confident that I would not get lost on my way back home. Even then, being my friend and all, Charms decided that I could not be trusted not to get lost. She told me she would come with me for part of the way and we started out as usual. 

Now, right in the middle of the way, I saw an alternative route I knew about and smugly took it. Who said I didn't know my routes? I totally knew this one. I reached home safe and very modestly refrained from boasting about my feat to my parents, partly because I knew that they would laugh their heads off. 

I was happily starting out on a new novel in my bedroom when my doorbell rang. 

I'll spare you the suspense, it was Charms. She looked like she was hyperventilating and let out a huge sigh whilst clutching her heart when she saw me. This seemed unusual. I politely asked her what she was doing at my place.She responded, not so very politely, that she had come to inform my parents that she had lost their daughter somewhere in the city.

Yep. Not being equipped with a cell phone for a mere walk in the park, she had no way of knowing that I had not lost my way/met with an accident/ been abducted by aliens. 

The minute she noticed that I wasn't behind  her, she pulled over and even had a very interesting conversation with a traffic cop in her limited Tamil, most of which consisted of her wailing, 'Uncle, she was right behind me! I lost my friend!' and the traffic cop nodding understandingly, like young women frequently came up to him at seven in the morning and complained that they had lost a friend.

Of course, after I finished laughing she yelled at me some more and finally said that she would never take me anywhere again. According to her, I should have waved goodbye before venturing off on other routes.

 Now why didn't I think of that?   

Project Documentation

I'm done with the documentation for my final year project! Trust me, it was a big headache. And I mean BIG.

First off, it has to follow an exact format which no one knew about. After foraging amongst the discards from our seniors, we finished it and was immediately informed that we'd done everything wrong. I must have taken print outs of the damn thing at least three times and suffered from high blood pressure before getting it verified. And mind you, we couldn't just replace the wrong pages because all the page numbers would change. And we had to scrap an entire chapter about the development tool, because the project-in-charge thought that it would be inappropriate to have a chapter about a development tool we hadn't developed, but it was totally okay to shove all the stuff under that chapter into other chapters unobstrusively. 

And it cost us a small fortune to get four copies of the thing printed out and bound. Made us regret the fact that we hadn't made a much shorter document. Then it was a day or two of unbridled tension over how we would get the thing signed from people who chose that exact moment to be unavailable. 

And all for what? Nothing. Those four beautifully soft-bound copies with color printouts of all the screenshots will never see the light of day again and will most probably spend the rest of their life lying in forgotten corners and hopefully, being recycled. 

On the brighter side, I finish college in three weeks. Woo hoo.

P.S: Anna Karenina and Emma are must-reads. And I've started with Shantaram. I haven't read enough to form a definite opinion about it yet, but I'm waiting to see how it will turn out.