Sunday Bloody Sunday

Sabbath seems to be the most tiring day recently. lets see what transpired these last 3 weekends:
2 weeks past : a really long breakfast trip that i already covered in English yesterday.
1 week past : a lone wolf quiz in the college that i had to conduct
today : a 7 km stroll that lasted 6 hours n culminated in an aching ear, hoarse throat, a honey gobbling spree & the possible beginning of a sunday morning quiz league named The Roosters, that is to roost at 6 am every sunday at the Outer Canteen of BIT Mesra.

anyway, apart from the irrevocable brain damage caused, today's trip got a conversation started that one of the involved parties was kind enuf to forward, n i'm bored enough to print here. so here's to Sunday Bloody Sunday.

The conversation was between Zlogrian : Z and His Hugeness : HH. the two other beings mentioned in the conversation are my not so humble self : referred to as Hathi and another morning stroller/jogger/quizzer : Shrill.btw, the count stands at 37 officially now. thats the number of people who have asked the question.

Why does His Hugeness call you Hathi?

why indeed? any answers my dear friend? anyway. on to the conversation.

8:41 PM HH: so i hear you and hathi are planning morning quiz club meetings!

8:42 PM Z: yes, and where did you hear that from?

8:43 PM the rooster quiz, in tribute to the rooster that sat on the oc fence this morning and screeched as we hatched the idea. bless his soul for he is now mess dinner. 8:47 PM HH: i have my sources

and that reminds me

i forgot to take the dinner coupon

damn!

8:49 PM Z: tehehehe

8:50 PM sources... you some secret agent?

8:51 PM HH: not everybody who has sources is a secret agent dearie

its called cultivationg the right contacts to get the right info

8:52 PM Z: wow! BIT sure has taught you to be wily

anyway, would you be game for something like that?

8:54 PM HH: actually i was always wily

:D

a veritable snake in the grass

8:55 PM as for me...i wont be able to attend any of the meetings as sunday mornings for me mean mock CAT tests

but you guys can go ahead with it

8:56 PM Z: we are talking early mornings, and cat gets over sometime in november, after which you dont have an excuse

HH : a very commendable initiative from a self avowed non quizzer (as you told me some 5 times during the lone wolf quiz)

8:57 PM actually the mba entrance tests are till january

Z: yes, im not a quizzer, but one league is better than no league, and BIT is not likely to see many leagues

HH: after which i would certainkly like to come

Z: ok, go ahead, managerhead of the future

you will be welcome anytime

8:58 PM after all, who is a better quizzer than you?

HH: but then again i would,as a voice of reason,like to advise you to chose a less inhospitable time than sunday mornings

8:59 PM that has a very simple answer- hathi

9:01 PM but then again if hathi and you are organising it voices of reason would tend to be drowned out

;)

6 minutes

9:08 PM Z: 3 alarm clocks and you wont have a problem with sunday mornings

HH: trust me I will

9:09 PM american idiot playing on my comp has trouble waking me

but anyways thats yr call

Z: well, Shrill, Hathi and I met at the oc today, and we think its a fine idea

9:10 PM HH: and it is

all i have a beef with is the timing

Z: thank you, and you are welcome anytime

tehehe, suggest a better time then?

9:11 PM HH : as i said sunday mornings are a horrible time to be doing anything(and that includes quizzing or for that matter taking mock cats)

saturday aftrenoons perhaps?

9:12 PM Z : its the best time, everyone is free, weather is fine,

HH: or sunday afternoons for that matter

Z: people are too busy then

will tell the others to consider that

HH: well then keep it a bit late

Z: but what if people want to go to town? then afternoons is out of the question

HH: certainly not early mornings

9:13 PM well you cant please everybody

Z: haha, you need to get into a health regime, start now

HH: as i said its hardly a prob with me - as it i wont be coming till next semester

9:14 PM but you've gotta think about the majority

and the majority don't go for early mornings jogs (or turn vegan!)

so there

9:16 PM Z: ok, will reconsider, but bit shortens my day considerably, as of now, sunday morning remains free

9:20 PM you leave for the mock cat at 9, the rooster quiz is at 6-7

5 minutes

9:26 PM HH: 6!

you expect me to get up at 5 :30 on a sunday morning!

9:27 PM you vile woman

Z: dont get up

HH: god will punish you for dishonoring th day of sabbath

9:28 PM dont get up?

how else do you propose i come for the 'rooster quizzers'?

Z: yes, you dont want to

HH : see i again go back to the point

i want to

9:29 PM but not at those godforsaken times

anyways its your, shrill's and hathi's call

so make a decision

and publicise it

i'll help however i can

9:30 PM i kinda gotta go now

so ta ta

Z: thank you, great altruism on your part

tata!

9:31 PM HH : i know...i've been a real good chap at heart for quite a long time now

anyways cya
hmmm.
let's see what ultimately transpires of this idea.
and i promised a cousin ill post the questions to the lone wolf on my blog. so here : Prelims
PS: For some reason Z's system is on GMT+8... hence the time is weird.. coz i'm typing this at 2000 hrs.
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Now playing:
Antonio Vivaldi - Adagio molto - The Four Seasons - Autumn

Breakfast Travel Logged

"the lads who went forth - 23rd September 2007 "

"A day of days'" is seeming to become the ubiquitous title for most of my days theses days. may be its just something in the wind. or in the water. or maybe the windy rains. whatever. seems like its getting harder to er dampen my spirits in this wet weather. maybe thats what they mean by being in you element. the travel travail being described here is one helluva long walking affair. about 7 kms of walking in 5 or so hours, combined with a sumptous meal and a dash of hedonistic pleasure. actually, it was just a trip to the only '_-star' hotel in the town/ city/ whatever ranchi is to be called, for the sole purpose of a breakfast buffet. the plan was hatched rather unexpectedly while enjoying a nice cup of hot chocolate fudge in the comfort of my room, and teasing another less unfortunate individual by telling her exactly what it was that she was missing. breakfast buffet at capitol hill on sunday morning. one innocent line. and our doom pronounced.

so it is to be. seven hours, two lemon teas and another cup of hot fudge later, we are two clean bathed dressed up gentlemen on our way to a nice sunday breakfast. at 0530 hrs. at 2 km walk followed, all the way to NH-33 which managed to get us the amazing experience of being driven forward by the wind blowing into our umbrellas. i mean it has to be something if it can account for the propulsion of a heavily clad pachyderm. about half an hour of walking and having your jeans completely drenched does get your digestive juices flowing rather well.

so at 6 am,we managed to hitch a ride on a passing interstate bus to the theater located in the town where we got off the bus without loosing any significant appendages. from there it was another ridiculous walk against the raging wind n rain to the destination for which we had set out. at 6:50 am, we entered the lobby of the hotel. one pair of jeans, one thick cotton jacket and my sweatshirt completely soaked. did i mention my socks were already squishy? and to top it all, we were early. it turns out that afraid to end up late for the buffet n miss it altogether, we had ended up arriving before they were ready for us.

so 15 minutes were spent taking photographs in the fashion of tourists of the place which we have frequented one time too many.this coupled with conjectures concerning the kind of reaction the trip might provoke from the faint hearted company known to inhabit our neighbouring rooms in the hostels helped count away those agonising minutes without succumbing to the raging digestive juice currents n the belly growls.time for a little recapitulation before launching away at the buffet table. it was a sunday. no one in their right minds got up on a sunday. so we had observed that honourable hostel tradition. by not sleeping.buffet breakfast consists of real, appetizing food. that actually had a taste of its own. and hence is reverrred by us hostel-vasis. respect. hence a day of fasting had been observed to make sure that the slightly over priced meal turned out to be value for money for the perenially broke students.

and the finishing touch to the details.there was a statewide bandh declared by the MCC(not the Malgudi Cricket Club), an organisation which got away with pretty much what it wanted in east india. the occasion was supposed to be something we didnt try bothering to understand.back to the table now. 0730 to 0930 was spent enjoying the first meal in the last 36 hours. you see breakfast at the hostel is normally skipped for the infinitely more pleasurable extra 15 minutes of slumber before heading to the daily drudgery of daily lectures. if we manage to get aware of the time before lunchtime that is. i'll save myself from more unnecessarily hurled objects from the readers by skipping the fine details of the meal.

now came the second goal of the journey. the complete details of this secondary goal are left to the readers interest (which is doubtable considering the title of the story : The Underwear Escapade). since the shops in ranchi only open at about 10:30 am on sundays, we had another hour to kill before we can be on our way again. so off to the hair salon for a much needed haircut and a much sought head massage. my partner in crime, after about 3 whole minutes of convincing and cajoling gives into to getting the same package. at the end of 30 minutes, two beaming creatures resembling civilized humans, totally unlike the one who had entered the establishment leave it with a look of relaxed contentment writ large across their features.

a solemn pledge is taken to repeat this ritual at fortnightly intervals, followed by a lengthy discussion pertaining to why females enjoy combining salon visits with their shopping adventures. however, the detour has still not completely met our expectations. the two guys are reduced to standing outside the entrance of the only half decent store,taking a headcount of the employees as they arrive for the weekend's share of shovelling around with dumb faces in the store, with no clue as to where the object you are seeking might be. at 10:45, we are finally allowed in, our now dry umbrellas and backpacks checked into the baggage area. now starts fulfillment of goal, which shall not be detailed here, to save content for another separate parallel tale.the adventure at the shop is completed with only 3 individual embarassments, and a trip to the nike store in the nighbouring arcade. at 11:30, we headed down the main road again, on to the trekker stand to the only available transport back to the college.now,this was supposed to be the part where we sat back and enjoyed digesting the meal. alas, it was not to be.

what the trekker trip ended up being was a 16 km trip that took over an hour while learning the art of packing two dozen human beings into an amazing configuration in a vehicle that is meant to carry 10 people and possibly some luggage.and this is discounting the people who just grapple on the rear and the overhead-rack travellers. finally, at noon, two things stumble out of this marvel of engineering and wait for circulation to resume to the leg-like appendages sticking out of our torsos. that took 10 long minutes and a ridiculous and stupid looking dance routine.after making complete nincompoops of themselves, the two morons walked the three odd km back to the confines of their hostel rooms. soaked to the last garment they wore, they showered & changed (in that order) and retreated to a nice peaceful slumber.

That's about it - an average weekend breakfast trip for this zogland-er, who has been certified unanimously as a clinical case. albiet one who happens to be a certified foodie.

cheers.

...

the Zlogrian wrote : 

cocoa, spice, tea and coffee,
let us eat and drink to peace,
not of world or boundaries drawn,
but to us who sleep not but yawn!

its 3 am . . .

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd; 

Alexander Pope

blessed are the forgetful: for they "get the better" even of their blunders.

Nietzsche

moving. thats the only word i could think of.

ok.

thats all you can say to things sometimes.
take em as they come.
face em. embrace em.
take em on.take em along
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eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
new police story
two weeks notice
hard candy
finding neverland

five movies. insomnia. loss of appetite.what next?
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listening to too much love will kill you by queen at 3 am. remembering the first time i heard.sitting in the front of a Tata sumo headed for school in 11th.Irritated, confused,frustrated.no idea why.6 years ago.places, people,situations change.and the song remains the same.it still makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck.
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watching.gazing at that majestic bird as it sits and preens its wings. as it spreads them and feels the wind, and looks every which way with such grace as if it hardly cares.and then coming back 15 minutes later and trying to find the that lordly raptor again.

smiling as i follow the lovely mynah as it struts on forward on the path ahead of me.now walking with gaeity, now hopping along like a bird, now turning around n staring like a child.
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wonder what it is that really changes.am realizing very simple obvious things in these last few days.friends. future. goals. being a 6 year old.smiling to myself as i lie back and watch the stars.feeling the wind. feeling the morsels of food go done slowly. savouring that warm feeling in my stomach. as TS puts it, this feels good.waking up to life. one realization at a time.
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what was it that i said.a true friend will always be there for you no matter how much you or circumstances might happen to push them away.they will be there.be it days or decades later that you may take to realize that.its a fact.
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just created a Slashdot party for this saturday. let's see how many people end up actually finding out about it.
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Now playing:
Queen - Too Much Love Will Kill You

hmmm