I am now in a prestigious place. Too good I must say!! I am not a person, as you brain dead would have guessed, who like to do anything. Actually I like to sleep.... A lot!!! So waking up at 7 to go to class at 8 in the morning 6 days a week is like a torture that can only be rivaled by reading this blog!!
Actually I represent everything that is exact opposite to the belief of the department here. the motto is "quiet excellence demonstrated"!!
Quiet is every thing this blog is not.... I have posted the link on my chat status, my status in social network, tied people in the chair in front of the monitor with their eyelids taped to their forehead..... I have advertised my blog everywhere!! Only other planets are left now.
As far as excellence is concerned I can not understand the meaning of this word so cant say anything about it.
And I certainly dont have anything to demonstrate!!!!
The class is full of awesome guys (Plzzzzzz get those disgusting images out of your mind unless it turns you on)!!!And looks like only guys... It turns out that I am chick magnet.... with the same polarity!! So most of the girls have managed to eluded my presence!! The unfortunates one who couldnt are quite cool though. I just hope they survive all of us guys.
As far is place is concerned there is NOTHING like IIT.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Bloody Experience!!
"How far are you willing to go to save another human's life?" said the man in white as he handed me the rugged yet kinda soft used up red ball.
"I am willing to shed my blood for them!" I replied with a sense of determination as i felt the pressure around my arm increasing from the cloth tied around it. And then he punched the needle in my arm.
Bloody hell!!! I hate needles.
This isn't my first time thought. My first time was when I considered power rangers were cool!! I wasn't sure then. Not sure if I could do it. Not sure I would be able to sustain the agony of watching my own blood going away from me. But then our lab teacher told us that whoever goes through with will receive above 90% marks in the lab!! All the doubts and hesitation vanished like the hope of retaining the T-20 World Cup... Till date I am proud that I got those marks through my own sweat and blood!!
Time has changed though. World has gone broke. I cant touch my toes anymore (with straight legs). And apparently blood bank now use hosepipe to suck out the blood from the donor!! They sucked out entire 300 ml or so in just two minutes!! Nearly one-tenth of the time from when I first visited them! maybe they are afraid that I'll run away, with the needle sticking out of my arm and a blood bag dragging behind.
But I urge all you useless people sitting in front of your monitor reading this to get up and donate your blood. Unless you are drug addict, or drunk, or have some hideous disease, or weigh less than Michael Jackson when he died!
Like they say "give blood save life", or something of that sort.
"I am willing to shed my blood for them!" I replied with a sense of determination as i felt the pressure around my arm increasing from the cloth tied around it. And then he punched the needle in my arm.
Bloody hell!!! I hate needles.
This isn't my first time thought. My first time was when I considered power rangers were cool!! I wasn't sure then. Not sure if I could do it. Not sure I would be able to sustain the agony of watching my own blood going away from me. But then our lab teacher told us that whoever goes through with will receive above 90% marks in the lab!! All the doubts and hesitation vanished like the hope of retaining the T-20 World Cup... Till date I am proud that I got those marks through my own sweat and blood!!
Time has changed though. World has gone broke. I cant touch my toes anymore (with straight legs). And apparently blood bank now use hosepipe to suck out the blood from the donor!! They sucked out entire 300 ml or so in just two minutes!! Nearly one-tenth of the time from when I first visited them! maybe they are afraid that I'll run away, with the needle sticking out of my arm and a blood bag dragging behind.
But I urge all you useless people sitting in front of your monitor reading this to get up and donate your blood. Unless you are drug addict, or drunk, or have some hideous disease, or weigh less than Michael Jackson when he died!
Like they say "give blood save life", or something of that sort.
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