The First Day Of College

Wasn't it supposed to be fun? Whoever said that, was either a big jackass or had meant to exclude engineering colleges in India. Because the first day was as dull and uneventful as a Katrina Kaif bollywood flick.

We had to reach the place at around 11 am, for the director's address. When we reached the convocation hall, where the address was to take place, we got to know that the director was supposedly 'ill', and the address had been postponed to 4th August, 2008. We then waited for about half an hour, as a guy on the stage announced group numbers and the names of the students from that group. After our groups were announced, we were asked to queue up outside the hall at a specific place marked for our group. Two teachers came along and asked us to follow them, for a tour of the whole college campus. They showed us all the boring labs and classrooms, the computer centre, and a library (it wasn't called a library, it was called something else, which sounded really dumb). After the tour, we sat in a classroom, and were asked to fill out registration forms. As we filled them out, we were handed a copy of the time table. Then our names were called out, and as we went one by one to the teacher to submit our duly-filled registration forms, and sign our attendance sheet. After the whole process was over, we were just asked to leave.

That's right. No ragging, no interactive session with the seniors, no fun, no welcome, nothing. We were asked to leave. All I can do is hope for better, but somebody tells me that engineering colleges aren't a lot of fun.

Hash Goes Ad Free, And Dead

Though Hash does get around 80 hits everyday, I declare Hash to be officially dead. Hash was the classic rant blog, and has some of the masterpieces that I wrote when I was frustrated with somebody, something, or the world in general. But as I mentioned before, too much policing on the internet is what has caused the death of Hash.

Saying Hash is dead does not mean that I am denying myself the right to post on it if I want to, it just means that if you have subscribed to Hash in your feed reader, you can remove the subscription without worrying much. But if you think that it still has some potential to be revived, and would like to write for it, you can always drop in a comment here and I'll see what I can do.

There were a few Google AdSense ads on the post pages, which I have now took down because they are serving no purpose. Hash now is an archive of some of the greatest content ever published on the World Wide Web. Of course, I still blog at RutSum. You won't find great rants like you used to get here, but still, its worth reading. A good source to pass time for the new age web professional.

Stop. Fucking. Your. Toddlers'. Brain.

And I mean it.

Why in the fucking world do you think that your kid is a dumb, good-for-nothing little twerp? You do because probably you were one when you were that age. But get this straight, your kid is damn smarter than you, always, even if he fails at his maths class, or if he looks like a retard and pukes all his food out at the dinner table. Your kid is your offspring, and the environment makes sure that he/she is way more smarter than you.

I remember the time when I was 4 years old. Whenever we had relatives or other random adults coming over to my house, they used to call me from my room and ask me recite something; mostly a nursery rhyme or a poem. I actually remember quite a lot of these incidents, in fact I remember them so clearly in my photographic memory that I remember the dumb smirk that those guys used to wear on their faces, in an 'oh-i'm-so-mature' way.

Regardless of what I said over there, I used to recite in my mind -

Twinkle twinkle little star
What a stupid fuck face you are
You are so full of shit and pride
I wish that you died the day you got a bride
Twinkle twinkle little star
Blockheaded; that is what you are.

Do you really think that this is the most amazing thing that your toddler could do? Try installing a spy-cam in his room, leave him alone over there with a variety of things -books, toys, tools, gadgets and furniture. Monitor his/her activities. What will seem to you as a playful gibberish activity, would actually be your-kid-kickin-your-own-ass, he would be outsmarting you in terms of creativity and productivity.

What he/she needs is a little understanding. When he tells you that he drew a picture of himself with his family, you think, "Aww.... he's so little and cute, and he can even draw now!" or worse, "Wow baby.... That's a good boy. Now finish your milk. Yes, drink it all up, each drop of it."

Is it so difficult to admit that a 3 year old can achieve more than you have in 30 odd years of your life?