Life, The Universe, And Everything In Between

well, this should take care of it. FUCK THIS!

new version of blogger... dunno if it'll help, cause my cause seems to be one of those lost causes you encounter everywhere...tried to "switch now" but somehow my login name didn't exist... after trying atleast a dozen times i decided to blame myself for having forgotten.. and then, god save google, i saw the link for logging in with my google username... such a relief after having thoughts about creating a new blog...not that this one seems to be doing much...

pointless. completely. i don't even know what a transfer function is, although the question paper says this expression is one. i don't know what a magnitude plot is either, nor do i know how to go about sketching one. this kind of shortcoming makes me regret not studying, and i don't like to regret anything, so i'll move on and pretend that transfer plots and magnitude functions don't exist. and what is an asymptotic Bode diagram? must work fast. not much time left. it (time) is an all'pervading culprit. i wonder why time is not a matter of study like these stupid subjects. if people knew better about time, and its consequences, it would be a better world, wouldn't it? go go go GO!

writing like this, with all the time in the world and poking at the keyboard with one finger is good for lazy monts. might comeup with actually acceptable stuff if i continue do this over a long time. too lazy, though, plus the shoulder starts to feel uncomfortable pretty soon. should've written that more concisely. rest... its good to be nowhere in particular...but that's just a feeling. actually, its just a slightly longer time delay on the inevitable blow-up-in-your-face situation that i'll be facing sometime in the future. come to think of it, i actually know a few things i should've been doing right now. but it's all good, the present is receding into the past at a pace very well-suited to my mood right now. sleepy and tolerant to the conversation of two or more adults and, intermittently, a 12-year old.

domestic help. i don't remember what i was thinking when i typed that in my cell, but it certainly is food for thought...i've seen so many people who've been in that position...in the house, other people's homes, at markets with families (lugging around the kid in this place or pushing around the kid(in a pram, i mean, not bullying it) in the metrocities)...they define the start of the lower strata of humanity in most terms...financial, emotional, situational...i wonder what heir driving factors are, how they (and, for all i know, their antecedants) came to realize their vocation was this; the carrying out of the whims and fancies of economically stronger people. money, of course, and luck. i'm sure there are lots of these people who revel in their job, taking delight in serving their employers, and then again there are those stereotypical butlers and valets of English culture who've formed an image of their own, helped liberally by P.G.Wodehouse's creation ...

the most basic question an ordinary mind asks is Why. Why? well, it depends. on the reason that guides you to a state of perpetual dilemma; or, alternatively, to a state of dissatisfaction for which a plausible reason fails to present itself. in the latter case, it is almost always a plaintive, sighing Why? that escapes thought processes as vocal residue. the origin of this all-encompassing question is simple enough. to depict, that is; to understand it would be like achieving time travel. this is how questions, in general, arise: an event (any event) is the driving force behind sparking off a thought process (in the brain). this thought process is hindered by any number of problems that may be existent or non-existent (being fabricated through inherent paranoia of the brain). these hindrances lead to questions. at this juncture, it becomes crucial that the questions be answered. in effect there may be many questions. schematically, this situation is shown more appropriately as this ar...

un-freaking-believable noise these people are capable of...yoda-speak... they should live with warning signs around their necks - "beware. close proximity might cause loss of hearing and/or sleep". i won't be surprised if this snoring causes an avalanche in the upper reaches of the himalayas...and fuck indian railways, man...stupid bastards can't ensure that anything will run as it should...cracked lines, of all things...and fuck these snoring bastards,too...