Ingrediants of an extracting sem

"Just 2 more years of hard work till you get a good seat, then life will be totally easy. Come on.." The encouraging words of my aunt 4 years ago, reminds me now of the best ironies in life.I pity every secondary schooler working his ass off due to blind faith in the above statement. Especially, when it so happens that with every year ahead, the going gets tougher. Thanks to my faculty, I cant expect a greater torture in my course after this sem. WHy? EE2001. THe terror of every electrical adn computer engin student of NUS. the subject that is designed with the whole purpose of killing the students by exhaustion, sheer mental and physical exhaustion.

A toolbox, 200$ , a topic( an intelligent health device), 4 months time - recipe for torture.

Its effects:

- being woken up every saturday and SUNDAY morning at 8 am sharp by an over enthusiastic project partner, who unfortunately happened to stay in my hostel.

- 12 hour tete a tete with my tool box every weekend, screwing up wires into dumb processors, writing endless pages of asm codes, grtting ur teeth to make the stupid machine follow a simple algorithm.




- scrounging on the same instant noodles and nescafe mud coffee till my tongue became dead and i lost my ability to taste any food.

- spending every instant of my free time in lab, staring at the dumb machine i am supposed to create, cursing myself for taking up engineering.



- Night outs at engin, com hall, turning myself into a sleep deprived machine, capable of working for 30 hrs straight, napping on chairs, benches on the faculty corridors,mid night talks abt unimaginable things with terrible aquaintances just to keep the eye open..

- Waking up every single day with the worry of the system failures, the problems in codes and circuit designs, desparation to find the solutions atleast on that day.



- Being holed with one of my team mates(whom I happened to like before), for weeks together, till we drove each other crazy.I came to know how dreadful the effects of clash of personalities could be when put in close quarters for a prolonged period.Anyone who claims "opposites attracts" must be deaf and dumb.

- Periodic upheavels of out-of - the -world happiness and ectasy the minute our integration finally worked only to be replaced by ground-hitting-gloom and devastation when it would automatically crash in the next minute.



- afraid to death on THE day, we were supposed to present our "working" machine. Praying till the God himself couldn't have borne it any longer. And the blessed relief., soaking my entire body in bliss, when our half impaired system decided to put up a decent show..

The prize of succes :
A PASS. and A "PHD" - Personal Health Detector,the solution to a perfect home health care.


But Above all, a feeling of winning a huge battle, surpassing a herculean challenge, great relief of never having to repeat this mess, a tolerence and endurance for all sorts of people and Of course, a happy confidence that even I can become a passable engineer.

Puppets in Strings.

Thursday evening, post gruelling exam bliss, McD burger + coke dinner, engaging the mind in an enjoyable vettiness, I enter the YIH TV room and meet my freinds after 1 week of intense cramming.Amidst the vetti talk, snide comments, xam cribbings,the topic suddenly turned to Mumbai. Caught unawares, my bewildered, ignorant, just out of a cave look was the instantaneous response. "Yea right", i laughed. Stunned looks, a chilling silence followed. THe thrashing began.
Somehow,when i managed to get hold of a comp, the astonishing, out of hollywood, action thriller headlines greeted me. It was like getting sucked into a dream. a ridiculous dream. my ususal type. Half hour later, the news flash still kept coming , more deaths, more tortures. THe dream got more ridiculous, fanatical, evil. A look of a gunman, in black clothes, resembling a hateful aqaintance . the witness statements screeching along..“My brother, Manish, died in the firing at Colaba’s Hamaal Galli.” ..THe shock, the idocy hooked me to the comp for the rest for the night. Worried chats with Anxious friends from Mumbai, unable to contact their families at home...Why, How, Who, What next??. Thousand questions pounding , yet the most terrifying of all, the sick feeling, the frustrating regret "What can I do!" As discussions turned to heated debates,as speculations and predictions were thrown in 'bout the involvement of Govt, as calm voices analysed the issue like a talk during tea time,the paralytic realisation struck - to be hung helpless as puppets on strings of some power, helpless to do nothing but yap about the misery, attacked by rage and guilt. Still in shock, I remembered I still got an exam the next day.

AAAAAAAAAAA

That felt great. If you are wondering about my crazy, hair- pulling state, I have been studying for the past5 hours about the rise of Malaya and the effects of South east Asian maritime events in Singapore's globalisation. Anyways, I wanted to say a personal good bye to all those who care to read my useless blog before I die. Bye friends, meet you in hell!

best quotes

Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves...will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we're gone...and wonder who we were. ...how bravely we fought...how fiercely we loved?
The gods envy us.They envy us because we're mortal.Because any moment might be our last.Everything's more beautiful because we're doomed.We will never be here again.
Men rise and fall like the winter wheat but some names will never die.


If they ever tell my story, let them say..I walked with giants.Let them say I lived
in the time of Hector..tamer of horses.

Let them say...
I lived in the time of Achilles.