Paxi's Journal : Entry 2

The tinsel town which was forlorn for a week , is agog and brimming with the plaintive whines.My friends who ventured out to seek their loved ones have returned victorious, laden with a rich platter.Some samaritans bothered to notify to the hungry gourmands and rest stuck to the Hammurabi's "eye for an eye".The week before was spent amidst jigs,jugs and cunning stunts.Now I find myself tethered to taxing projects and exercising my quadriceps femoris for the zillion trips to the library and study hide-outs.The decadence has percolated deep and I see some of my best friends bow down and give in to the fuming white stick.I manage to find some solace in yesteryear songs and lay some foundation bricks in my sanskrit escapades.I think the vicissitudes and ladies have got a perfect alluding prey in me...................

cerebrations of a cunning linguist

"Word"ly pleasures has always been my indulgence.As per me, the most percolative way to reach the erudite is by "cunning linguism" instead of being a "master debater". Jargon, for many writers, has always been the last retort for recognition but the guises of the pen make the perfect re-partee. After close to 2 months at K, I feel konsummated and in kadence with the K-way of life.No wonder, If George Eastman were to visit the place he would have even rechristened his name.The practice of swapping the C with the K is parlance here.Amidst all the karousels, there lies ample scope to prove pen prowess-the networking sites prove to be the vista of narcissism and my komrades jump in-I just try to be a Kogent Komment passer.Cutting the long story short,Master debating lies in spills and thrills but cunning linguism is all about wordly licking

Epicurean's dream

Come August, and in Orissa they say-Its Elysian fields.

The murky sky, the Spiteful rivers in spate, The rainy-brainy-cycle-dashers, the seeping lackadaisical verve :), the father returning drenched and the lil' kids reaching for the towel and searching for the marshmallow, the impudent son wandering off cantankerously..........and it goes on Among some of my favorite memories are the Elysian Ilisis (Hilsa) that are pricey yet ubiquitous at those times. The Sunday would begin with Dad and mom sipping tea and the kids (me and my big bro) rushing to the refrigerator for sweets/the kitchen cupboard for nuts and flakes.Dad would being narrating "his days"-The energy, the climate...and would finally come to food.Mom picks up and just brings fish into the limelight.After some animation and decisions on the amount to be brought-Dad sets off to the Fish depot(usually taking my bro alongwith in his erstwhile Bajaj Chetak :( ).The welcoming of dad was just like a victor and Mom in the mean time would get ready and begin the kitchen affairs of the day.We, the lil' ones spent the morning running some onion/garlic errands ,reading papers, and ear-gasm-ing at Rangoli(aired at DD).

Dad, although being a busy doctor would ensure that he calls us and enquires about the cooking progress !!!.At 1:00 PM bliss was served on the platter.............

Missing those days and the table histrionics of My dad , My bro and My mom

Extricating the Tweener..

It was started by a lackadaisical Vilas, who will always be remembered as the man who had 46 consecutive ATP wins(Novak came perilously close). The Tweener was called the "Great willy" by Vilas and it was done sometime in 73'.His 1st loss during the 46 streak was at a best of five-set final, Vilas dropped the first two sets by 6–1, 7–5 and then retired in protest of Năstase's use of a spaghetti strung racquet (which was banned by the ATP shortly after).


Yannick Noah was also a Tweener exponent and used it to a good extent.He is now a celebrated samaritan with a musical bent:)



Carrying the legacy was another Frenchman-Fabrice Santoro.

He would always be remembered as the marathon man-the 2004 French open clash with Clement was big in itself until Nicolas Mahut-J.Isner killed it in terms of length .


In the present era , Roger Federer is the celebrated tweener (Djoker was at the receiving end!) and even Nadal does it often.


What's astonishing is that Gaby was also an exponent :)

A Day : Konfessions

09:00-Cacophony #1
09:01-Right thumb exerts force to silent it
10:13-Battling with lactic acid , I wake up and grope to reach for the Lappy
10:27-Ablutions done, victor goes vanquishing
10:33-I think of quick nibbles @ my way to class
10:53-Reach class-Saved from being barred somehow
12:53-Marketing transforms from a secant to a tangent
13:13-Its an asymptote now!
13:49-Lunch along with some Gyaan on Anna(As in Oriya we would be saying Arna with Anna)
15:28-Learn some how that Battle of sexes was in Economics and KGB were too good at it
16:49-Sachin's cover drive
20:01-Mail flooded with hosti(e)lities
22:11-Some how realize that i had a quiz at 22:00
22:33-Submit it 2 minutes late, don't know about the repercussions yet!
22:47-Manage to put up-"To Do: Bath,4 projects, 3 club activities, 243GB movies"
23:09-Cut the crap-Thinks of posting this after the 10 min dawdle

Paxi's Journal: Entry 1

At the stroke of 4, only 3 categories can be awake and kicking-The Bacchanalians, The Vigilantes and The "Komrades". Sleep is just a mere "necessity" as Clooney in Three Kings would advocate.I see myself transformed and changing fast-My nocturnal ruminations have been starved of the pulchritude completely, Blaring alarms and Ugly Berner Lees' have stamped presence.The disheveled hobbledehoy has been taken captive by the vicissitudes of Gillette Etiquette.I see the Kampus as a krucible-frenzied at 23:59:59 for 2 things-deadlines and livebodies (Birthdays !).Wish I could write more--If I write back soon that means I have dealt with the K bug else someone has booked me with verbosity ........:)