Disclaimer's Notice :
Guys, please do no proceed further with the post if the below conditions are not applied to you:
1) This is a very lengthy post.So, you have to be a patient reader, else fuck off.
2) If you are a gamer, not as in a casual one-two games player, but a devoted patient diseased coz of gaming-addiction.
3) If you are a DA-IICTian, rest fuck off immediately.
4) If you are an intelligent commenter.I dont want a random dickhead to surprise me with an expert comment.
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Recognize the above seqeuence of lines? It is supposed to be the half of the time taken to open your eyes, because of the scream/abusive words "spoken" quite in a loud amplitude; or because of an Alarm (no NOT an alarm clock to wake you up for lectures), but an 'verbal' Wakeup alarm by so-called-gaming-addicted-brains to let you know that the previous game of DotA or CS got over and they needed one more player for the next game! ...The above one is status time my goddamn-always-outdated-for-gaming PC took to to load the respective map for the game.
After which in milliseconds the passive-waiting-until-death characteristics visible even in your face just morph into a monstor,with full adrenaline rush, to blow up the enemies, played by very well known dickheads. Most of them you would hardly be acquanited with. Am saying this coz you might not have felt that way coz any of you hardly talked face-to-face with antras perse or vice versa wrt northies.Accepted, it was coz of langage deficiency. But, once the concept of smileys and short-SMS -lingo words are injected into yor brains, it didnt matter at all , if you even did not knew who (and from where,etc) your is team-ally player. No offense, but I hope you kids have grown up now and living a globally-cultured lives talking to different people, who you would have thought, not even in dreams you would have to deal with that kind of asshole from XYZ or so. :D
Ok, sorry that nearby racisit views, but lets go on to lighter parts.For every one was addicted to write "LOL" when he gets a shock on the death of his character in game or which he finds even remotely funny per se it always striked me initially shocking how incredibly the IQ of an a decent AIEEE top scorer degrades, slowly, withering away every page of books he had mugged up in the all-Indian-Engineering-dream to get into the premier IIT institutes.
Sadly, the dream feels so remote that even the distance between the earth and sun seems less compared to archive the dream.Even after taking the painbearing lashes of equations,
torture of reading a new question every paper on same topic ( which you know you have read before sometime, but forgot the details in it now!), fighting with your sword (pen) against the devlish smiling fuckfaced teachers, and countless unexplainable factors and figres the magic wand did not work for me and most of fellow DA-IICTians. Cheer up now, everythin isnt over yet, rite... :)
Going back to gaming , the 'reborn' gamer comes over to the room or meet in the lobby or FC to discuss and prove how few interesting things were there in the evening games. If there was more of oxygen in the air to burn up, there there would be lot of matchsticks lit up to empty the magnificient pack of 10 Goldflake ciggarettes, else roam all around the wings searching for a 'spare' cigarrete which usually ends up sharing with 3 other guys, but that satisfaction of smoking magical puffs...ooooh. Similarly if the blood pressure increases, the next game would start then itself to kill more, buy more armour and stuff, to shout and scream at others, to feel the satisfaction a thirsty Vampire would get when sucking blood, and majorly.....TO WIN THE FRUCGKING GAME!! to prove yourself better than the others. Tell me, if were/are any sports player, be it indanized version of soccer, or girl's baddy game or cahsing the tiny ball on a table have you ? EVER? felt the same way the adrenaline rush which you get while playing virtual sports? I think, we know the answer :)
Sigh, as the saying says 'Every dog has its day', what I fail to understand is ; does it mean every dog has its day to shine and bark its ass off to prove worthy or does it mean the apocalyptic day of the Dog has come and it has to take contless beatings from his master?? Because I used to feel both of above instances at various points of time, within the timescale of 4 years in DA-IICT! Lemme elaborate a lil bit.... After the crucial gaming instances which longed for hours, most of people are almost devoid of physical and mental energies, and some drowned into the sea of sleep ( you could see in their eyes)....Still most of most of the gamers turned up showing their gullible faces @ GALLA even before it used to open @ 6:30!
Are you hungry? Go on, have poha or burji or omlette..
Are you thirsty? Go on, have multiple small cups of chai...
Are you mind-fucked? Go on, buy a pack and finish it off there itself within 2 hours....
Are you bored? Go on, have chat with a person you knew by face perse, but never had talks with....Which were effective wrt talking with seniors whom we had talked in an-underground-GAY-sense, Eg: "You know Voodoo is the best player in DA-IICT,He shoots like this and that...blah blaah"...Nonetheless their personalities turned out way outbound when compared to the perception in our brains what we had thought abt him!! You have to be understand here, I am not being GAY in any sense :x
Is everyone bored? GoGoGo Dumb-charads, where most of the time I never knew about the old-classic-Telugu/Hindi movies, but managed to act dumb and convey the words!
Are you thrilled still? Go on, move to the other galla @ 8, and then lie down @ cots for hours from 8 to 12 when the famous Bhai combo(yeh Dev bhai and Ashok Bhai) arrive to fill up your stomach and make your tongue sweet with delicious Pav-bhaji and Khas pani.....yummy! I miss it nowwwwwwww
Well, moving back to our dens to have a nice sleep for the sun used to shine so bright, it became hard to keep my eyes barely open to tolerate the torture. As, you know they way I lived, as in taking bath once in 3 weeks (still somehow I follow this trend even now also), washing clothes in 2-3 months (err. no kaam wali/ washing machinee @ home here, so you know, this also continues), bed sprawling with clothes and cds and books and finding a little space to lie down without even changing your jeans or jacket! But, still the mammoth of dreams in my sleep would never leave me alone. Most of the times based on story of heroes of DotA or thier magical fights or previously CS shooting spree or based on some noir movie which hit you so bad mentally and psychologically even grass would not dare to do! Even more to add a background score the Metal tracks played randomly used to take out my sould from the body and putting it back wrt the drum beats, for I could not possibly head-bang while sleeping , right? It wasnt so bad either. Some times there was total peaceful sleep, no sound, no thinking, no dreams, JUST PLAIN SLEEP as in COMA or something. But , interestingly most of those used to get interrupted by an unexpected call @ 10 AM or so by a so-called-friend with whom I hardly used to talk, or by the pressings/pulling accompanied with shouting "Kaloo, uth Jaa....POP QUIZZ hai!!"
Jesus that used to be so painful to wake up just after 2 hours of sleep to get 'normal' to grasp the situation, when everybody in the wing ( applied only for E-Wing) just starts sprinting here and there carrying brushes and towels and clothes to rush as soon as possible. But, lucky me I was not bothered about clothing ot smeeling good, so I went back to sleep to get woken up just couple of minutes later, by bernaulli or ranu or some accepted-respected-friend :) who wont leave you alone even if you say "No, man not interested", for they cared abt you somehow (have to confirm coz of gayness or ??) Sigh..I managed to find my slippers in time and when I go to pee/shit at that battle-cry time, amazingly the whole bathroo used to get booked, this hardly even happened @ 8 AM when the bookworms ususally get up, clea up and attend lectures in fresh-manners (fuck off you narcisstic bastards). So, I have to just control my pressure, and then the real sprint starts...from Hostel room to the holy rooms of LT!....Jeez although in reality it is just 500 Mts far or so....but the strain one would feel running in such above conditions and mental tortures is incomparable even if you print for 10 kms soberly..
Phew, few seconds to grasp before you enter the arena where one dickhead stands on the diaz, looks at you in a manner as if we are aliens who landed on earth just days ago...And then he takes a decision in his ingenious brain somehow and conveys "Guys,you are late for the lecture which is supposed to have Pop quiz. Although you were helped by friends to wake up , but you can please leave. Come early next time ;;; accompanied by a wink ;)".. This part was not as shocking as you would think at this moment, because I had other things to look upon that time, like shitting urgently, pee for 2 mins, and then go to fc to fill up burning stomach and then go back to galla again...Well, if you ask how I felt abt the quiz and course, here is my thought and response I would have given at that time.."Fuck the quiz, fuck the course, fuck the professor, fuck the mid-sems, fuck the end-sems, fuck the grades, fuck the semester, fuck the degree, fuck everything". This is why I stopped going to lectures, quizzes, labs, and also exams sometimes.
You would think again ATM that "jeez what introverted thoughts, that's why you suffered, you bastard"..Lol, for this I can prove at least in 10 ways how it didnt apply to me and you were the introvert that time...But, lemme in other hand show you how this attitude was beneficial only to me, from all the 240 students in the batch :) I have flunked in around 10 courses in the span (dont ask me which all, I have to open up the grade sheet, god there are 50+ courses!) for which some had re-exams, but the concept was removed, thans to book-worms jealous ass pricks such as Jayneel Gandhi or some1 ( you mother fuckign morons,, did you even give a thought about its repercussions even once? )
Butt lucky me and the lucky summer courses ( yeah I stayed every dreadful summer of all 4 years) I used to score 'B' grade somehow, not that even then I attended lectures or soemthing, but somehow, cannot rememeber now :S which summed up in incresing my pointer , even more than an average pop-quiz attended who used to get a 'D' or 'C' grade who ended up unable to reach even 5.5 CPI @ placements...Damn, thanx to chakka for this....I had one course that time, DCS i presume, didnt attend the lectures and labs, he was pissed, but had to convince him somehow I needed a 'B' grade to get my ptr coz of which I can get a job! took up the pain of doing BTP under him (it wasnt dat bad, but the friggin maths stuff :@ ), fucked up that exam which had some idiotic nonsense signals and digital stuff, the question itself could not penetrate my Metal-Head....still he awarded with a 'B' got the ptr...printed the score sheet and gave the infy written just an hour after it...managed to pass it, arranged for a formal wear and shoes and ties ( i think I didnt bathe even that time!) thankx to Munshi for dressing me up handsomely ;) Fucking such idiotic questions @ the HR interview...chee, still I remember I fucked up 2 out of 5 of them :S...Results were out at night, just before Bernaulli's birthday...and as known I had had a job in my hand...after which my attitude had strengthened up 100 times and didnt not bother to even look out for any other oppurtunity.....alas, it wasnt same for every1, I rememebr darinda, who was not placed and gand-phat that time saying "Abe kaloo ka bhi placement ho gaya"...Err you mother fucking kleptomaniac bookworm piece of shit, am way better than you in countless ways...Sigh, not just him even Bernaulli was not placed yet, after TCS, Ignfosys and Mindtree .....bahahaha cant stop myself laughing, you fucking prick what did you do at those interviews, tell me you didnt try to strip or seduce the interviewrs.. Wish you would have cleared that down to earth idiotic Infosys written exam, you would be here @ pune now :\
No, this game doesnt end here....few guys were soo hyped up that, 'chei Infosys and TCS are mass-recruitment', lets try in persistent or Sapient or Tata-elxsi, and they indedd got the multiple offers in thier hands,.....alas, another comical tragedy in life known as recession of 2008...hahahah you assholes ho gaya dream jobs ka GG? now , where are you @ infosys? Wipro? TCS? lol, tell me it was worth it grinding your ass off all those 4 years? Still disagree ot agree? Piss-off then... the corporate game just started got miles to run after :) lets see who lasts where!
Thanks to the timely periods of tourneys, when guys foght up to form the best clan from the place and fight up with other clans as practice sessions. I personally never had to fight out in the hierarchy in my batch or one above to get a place in that golden clan, offers were always open for me. I know I wasn't such a great player, or dat great teamwork occured which I used to expect, or a great team leader or a calm analyser or an avid supporter in times of losing the games... But, still I led afai remember 4-5 clans? Earned the most out of all game tourneys, got acquainted with not just college pro-gamers,and played maximum no. of games in and outside DA-IICT , won and also lost lots of games...and also tested and played numerous rips and full version pirated games...
But, things changed year by year while senior elite batches left and idiotic batches off 250 dickheads and cunts started joining after us. Phase of CS was over, then entered golden era of DotA, while dried up soon enough. Not that there were no more gaming, but there were less servers when compared to earlier and the % of n00bs incresed bombastically, those fucks never played well nor tried to play well per se. Its not in thier DNA and blood, which makes them not worthy of following our steps in gaming! Damn, I spent time even in those chut servers just to timepass, there was no more tough-fights, I hardly felt adrenaline rush any more, no more alternate strategies to bring down the powerful enemies, no more experimenting with the way of playing....It became so simple, just join the game, do what you want, just come over the fights and kill the n00bs and then buy stuff and then rape them again....jesus what I had become from what, soon as expected the skills faded away, everythign started drying up, became boring....so had to jump over to alternate timepass which amazingly blessed me with such immense wisdom ATM...
Books! damn, i had never thought I would be reading philosphical books at any point of time. But mark my word, I never felt struggling against a book trying to prove the author wrong by having virtual converesations with him while reading! The thriller books i had read earlier were good timepass, gave some thrills and frills but hardly any logical sensible conlucions out of them, but then came the time to move onto Sci-Fiction and Philosphy which has had its impact on my brain forever, for the respect I shall be giving to the authors for inducing such unexplainable effects with just words! Hail Nietzsche! Hail Guevara! Hail Hitler! Hail Descartes! Hail Plato! Hail Sartre!
Movies! Damn again, I was into movies since childhood whereas I never had a TV cable connection @ my house ever in my life, got beaten up couple of times from the warden @ jail kwown as IIT-coaching institution for bunking lecs to attend premiere shows of Matrix, etc. Still I had not developed a taste for movies, for I watched only those popular ones which were accesible at that time. Time changes, so does the taste. Thanx to the various downloaders of the seasons who kept on waging wars against the slow speed net connection by using JAP and FREEDOM and RS and PYTHONS!
Thanks for compiling up the top iMDB by'Sam'!, numerous Director's Specials by 'Koduru','sp1n', etc
Music! Damnest thing in my life. I could never ever be the personality I was before joining DA-IICT, which was devoid of any kind of musical taste. I remember it was one track which blew off my mind while I was roaming in a remote village doing Rural Internship. It was clawfinger's 'Biggest and the Best' featured in SK|Heaton 's gaming vid.
The heaviness of the guitar riffs, the aggressive vocals, the drum beats which shaked up even the mitochondrias, nonetheless the theme itself. I had never felt that way wrt even Metallica or any other Rock band. Hell, I dont what what got into me I then devoted myself to the devil of Rock-n-Roll aka Metal. This rage, this addiction, this weird mixed feelings, this noise had engulfed into my soul. This had driven me into take the great leap into the depth where I could find as many discogs of bands all around the world with such different idealogies and thinkings but had a common style of playing music, which most of the people refrain from listening to, coz it was not smoothing enough or uncomfortable form of music. Initially I crawled while tasting different kinds of pouplar bands of Metal, time came when I had to move even more deeper to find the origins and truthful sounds which the then indie-independent bands had performed. The bewilderment caused out of such branched genres of music under one common tag 'Metal', within not one track, or album or the whole discography never can be compared with any other band! By then I had downloaded around 50 GB of mp3s, with which I could listen to months without repeating same track, but new bands keep popping up and also I could not miss out the classic bands, so I devoted most of time in downloading albums and albums ,while an avrage dickhead spends on 'surfing' the net for new scraps or some chutiatic news or some celebrity nude pics, etc. Now, affirmatively can say no other asshole can stand up against me wrt taste or history or collection or even headbanging to the Music :)
Hell I almost forgot of the impact of a personality who is not even a resident (evil) of India even now! You know already, such lethargic, non-brushing, non-bathing, use-and-throw clothes, dont-give-a-fuck to anything kind of personality. He had influenced me in soo many ways which exceed the impact of most famous gamer of our batch aka 'CC' or HTB wala asshole who could not even sing at the most needed time or the scary south indian monster from E-wing known as 'Thota' or my slimmest roomie ever or....(list goes on, all had influenced me anyways :D ) but this squeaking fuck was an angel of death for me, my personality changed and changed and changed forever, following and taggign with him while watching such weird movies ( which became the godly movies of all times), listening to such weird noisy music ( the only branch of music I shall bow towards noe), such exquisite style of gaming, such weird thoughts and thinkings and views after smoking/drinking up loads of stuff, and such circles of friends....Mr.Mouse, I owe you a lot, which I could never pay you back with!
You, have to understand over here that, I am trying to brag about myself, but to show how I ended up being "unique" in any sphere of my life. Finally, was all of it worth to live up like a personality known as Kaloo? Hell, yeah!
