Saturday, May 26, 2007


So it's been a week at MICA.

The train journey was fine. The only problem was at Vijaywada, my comfy seat was taken over by two pesky brats who felt the need to continually make their presence felt by screaming at the top of their lungs. But there is nothing that some good Metallica and a Creative Player cannot solve :-P

The MICA Mahindra Thoofan took me and my Chennaimate Rahul to MICA. The driver, en route, felt the need to slow down whenever an aethetically pleasing sample of the X chromosomed species was passing by. Finally, after picking up a couple of stray bucket-buying fellow MICAns who found our Thoofan by serendipity. Got to MICA - finally. The place is, as has been documented numerous times over, beautiful.

Meeting up with people who I knew just as Orkut faces was the high point of the week ;-)
Let me try to 'structure' my thoughts here...

Food: People seem opinionated over it. But somehow three years of staying at Kaveri Men's Hostel, Thrissur, seems to have hardened my gastronomy so much that anything tastes good :|
I was pretty shocked to see Idlis and all up here! I guess having a lot of Mallus in the admin has some benefit ;-)
I wonder how long the party will last. As Accenture has taught me, sheep are always fattened before slaughtering. So this feels like a li'l deja vu!

Hostel room: Neat, spotless, clean and uncluttered. Then I moved in :|
But since it is much cooler outside rather than in the kiln-like (Utsavism here!) room, we try to spend most of our time outside it! We do sleep... Well, for something like 4 hours, but then... It's sleep! And oh yes - for charging notebooks!

Band: The musically inclined are many, and we have fun making other people's lives hell at nights ;)
There's me and Prateek, a very modest but wonderful guitarist. Then Anshul, the drummer bereft of things to pound on :P and Gaurav - an incredibly talented keyboard player, who usually has the crowd gaping with their mouths wide open. And then, sigh... Me :| The only sad part is, only I seem to know the lyrics to most the songs so I am forced to sing. Guitar volumes are made high enough to cause constructive destructive interference (was that a pun or what!)

PJs and Puns: People asked me why I stopped PJing in Chennai. I told them I need a college atmosphere for that. And this is proof. A day after stepping into MICA, and close association with Rahul Ashok and Utsav, the PJs and pathetic puns are freely flowing. Sample these collaborations:

Q: What do you call an orientation programme for Electrical Engineers?
A: Induction programme :P :P

Q: What do you call it when a dog other than Roxy roams the campus in his stead?
A: Proxy :P

These and many more will promise to be the scourge of MICAns for two years :-P

The course itself: Ah yes. Ranging from sleep-inducing to downright cool. We are forced to watch clips on management leadership which would cure the most severe cases of insomnia. At other times, we are asked to describe ourselves and something that the rest of the batch would remember us by after two years!

Online-ness: I thought I saw the ultimate at work, when three people in the SAME CUBICLE were actually having a virtual conference together!!! Sheesh - and I was supposed to be thankful that I would not have to go through that again when I came to MICA. And what do I see? Orkut rules here - people scrap each other from other ends of the lawns! Well, I AM doing communications - and this is rather interesting :D
Reminds me of a Glasbergen comic wherein a couple are at a table, typing away on their notebooks.
Man types: After so many meetings online, it's great to finally meet you in person.
Woman types: Same here.

Oh well...!

And yeah - these are all the reflections I wanna draw after one week of being here. The crowd is good - the friends are good - the food is good - No really! I wonder how things will remain after a couple of weeks. As of now, wish me happy inducting ;-)

Tuesday, May 15, 2007


Okay... This was while a friend and me just started off trying to make sarcastic statements and be Wodehousean at the same time.

While not achieving the heights of Chandler Bing or Plum himself, I could come up with the following.

Theme: Rock band.

"I wouldn't call the drumming bad. I mean, I enjoyed the symphonic orchestration of a pile of vessels being knocked over on the kitchen floor at home. This was, in comparision, just a tad more out of timing."

"His singing bears the type of voice which makes you reinstate your belief in the adage 'silence is golden' "

"His guitaring was good! Yes! In between the half-baked solos and off-key riffs were some moments of perfect silence that occupied 90% of the time. So, yes, 90% good guitaring!"

"The only key that the band seemed to have was the one to their hotel room. And it looks like even that will not be needed for too long."

"The only time the band seemed anywhere near Rock is when a sedimentary object was projectiled onto stage in the general direction of the musicians."

"It was actually musical genius, I thought. Keyboardist playing in A, Guitarist playing in D, and singer doing it in G# minor. And you thought Yngwie Malmsteen was good at scales? Ha!"

"The guitaring was terrible till one string broke. Then he automatically became 1/6ths better."

"This band was single-handedly responsible for converting me from a lip-synch hater to lover."

"This type of performance is what mandates the term 'guitar so low' "

"And for once, we were actually thankful for Chennai's 10 o-clock curfew"

"It was the singular time I witnessed a power failure being greeted with a standing ovation."

"He was the type of guitarist you'd do anything to see play a power chord - watch him hold a C major while electrocuting him with 300 Watts of power!"

"I have heard nursery inhabitants play better percussion with rattles."

"Zildjian initially made cymbals as noisemakers to frighten away the enemies of the Ottoman Empire. This drummer could have become a national hero had he been in another era."

"Thankfully the mic was an inanimate object. Had it been a living being, it would have probably swallowed the battery and committed suicide by the first paragraph, rather than survive the entire performance."

"I like the brand positioning of this band. Rather than playing decently and just being sidelined as 'another decent band', they chose to play absolute rot, and carve a unique niche as a pathetic, terrible band. They now own that genre. Shitrock."

Special thanks to DD, who was there to witness these streaks of madness first hand ;)