A word of advice

Imagine. You are in a library reading something really interesting. There is divider on the table that blocks your view. You decide to put your feet up on the chair on the opposite side (Believe me, its very comfortable). You continue reading and unknowingly put your feet down. After sometime you feel like putting them back up again. Never ever do so without looking over the other side of the divider. Boy that was close! God knows what that girl sitting on the other side would have done…

Golden Ratio

Changed the name of the blog to '1.61803...'. As you may already be aware, this is the golden ratio. The ratio that is behind everything beautiful! Saw a book called the 'The Golden Ratio' at landmark today. Browsed through it and it looked quite interesting. I'll read it once I finish 'The Music of the Primes'. 

'Excellence' by Harsha

Opening mood : Lazy

 

I was browsing through the net and I came across a video of Harsha Bhogle’s speech at IIM, Ahmedabad. Since I was in office, I decided to watch the video at home. It was quite late in the night when I remembered about it again and decided to have a look. Since it was taking a long time to download, started watching another one where Harsha was talking about Sachin. It was a vintage Harsha.

 

But even after watching the other video, the download of IIM one was not complete. It was then that I realised that the video was more than an hour long. 11:45 in the night is not right time to start watching an hour long video. But I could not resist the temptation.Harsha had been called to speak on ‘Excellence’. Sounds interesting! Okay I’ll watch for 10 mins I thought to myself.

 

He started off describing his early years at IIMA. Then he went on to speak about ‘Excellence’. The speech was just amazing. But there was one part of the speech that stood out for me. He said “When I started out as a commentator, I tried to compete. People asked me how many years of cricket I had played and I wanted to prove that I knew about cricket. But it did not help. Then I decided to make my guests look good. I did not try to compete with them. If I make Sunil Gavaskar look good or Geoffrey Boycott look good, they would want to work with me.” Wow. What a thought!

 

By the time I realised that the video was about end it was almost 1 in the night. But I wanted it to go on. Boy, I can listen to this guy speak for hours on end. And every time I listen to him I become a bigger fan. So much so that when Harsha is not on commentary, something feels incomplete when I watch the match.

 

This is the kind of video you have to watch when you want to clear your head. It was a cold cloudy day today. But Harsha brightened it up for me in the middle of the night!

 

Closing mood : Sleepy

The last class

Ouch! It hurts....


Went to college today morning. Late as usual. That's cos I slept late.... And the reasons go on.
Missed the first hour. Advanced Computer architecture! Believe me, I have no idea what the subject is about. Last semester in engineering we've got a project to do. And unless we copy a project or buy one from outside we won't have much time left to study the "four" subjects in syllabus. Our team being one of those rare few idiots who do the project on their own (probably because we've got nothing else to do!), we are almost completely blank about the subjects.

Second hour was Data Mining. Perfect lecturer! Came in with important questions for sessionals, dictated them, told us he won't engage anymore classes and left quietly.

Third hour was free. God knows why. Maybe the lecturer was on leave. We went to the project lab to complete a few left out things. Then at 4th hour got a missed call. Someone was going to take class. We rushed to class. It was our favorite, Mr. RK (sir). Constitution was the one class I was interested in. But today could not keep my eyes open. Because there were very few people in class, I had to sit right in front. By the end of the hour he asked to stand up once and sit. That's his way of waking me up! Make no mistake, he is very friendly with students. But there were a few giggles from behind. And the usual stare from first benchers as if they've never seen me before.
Then he declared it was his last class....
And someone from behind said "last class of the semester man f**k".

It suddenly hit me.
This was it. The lecturer in first hour had probably finished his classes and the 3rd hour guy did not come cos he had finished his!

The last class of my student life was over. Just like any other class.

I had imagined it a lot different. I thought the whole class would be present on the last day. And there would be huge cheer at the end. And a really long hangout till late in the evening.

This was abrupt.

Not even half the class was there. No cheer. No talking. Everyone just dispersed.

Not the perfect last class. But the 4 years before that were just awesome.

I hope the party has just begun.