Breakfast… at Mummy’s

IIT till now has given me many things I never dreamt of, and made me something I never was, memories I will cherish all through life and blah blah blah c’mon u know what crap follows!!!

Bottom line- It has given me a lot (too many to name)!!!

But remember everything comes at a price, only that the price (or one of the many prices I paid) this time was my “breakfast”. Dats precisely wat happens when “the probability if u having breakfast” starts depending on factors like

- the time u wake up
- climate of the day
- food in the mess
- ur moood! and blah blah…

BIG DEAL!! U may think. But it has played a huge role in reducing my

already pathetic weight of 59 kgs by more than 9% (9.32 to be precise!) to 53.5 kgs in two years. That may seem insignificant to many.. but it took me 18 long years to gather those 59 odd kgs.

Big bro (until two years back) used to get scolded (a lottt!!) for matters regarding studies. But somehow I managed to beat him in the degree as well as the volume of the scolds for reasons ranging from ‘carelessness’ to ‘singing out loud’ (shouting- dats wat Dad says it is!) and ‘not bathing in time ’ to ‘idleness’ (see lil’ bro’s diversified family business!!). to the present hot topic for the last two weeks-

“Not eating properly back at IIT”

This blog is written out of the exasperation, anguish and guilt arising from the repeated interrogation and cross-examination (by Mom and Dad) about my eating schedule at IIT. Sometimes it becomes rather difficult with Mom (who is endowed with argumentative skills of a criminal lawyer) when she traps me with my own words!!

Will someone plz tell ‘em breakfast at mess, is not ‘steaming dosais with milagai podi (the best sidish ever known to mankind) coupled with neatly cut boiled eggs with the right amount of pepper and salt sprinkled and a glass of cold milk luring u to gulp it down.’

It is walking to the mess in the hot sun, standing in line with a steel plate eagerly hoping that the vadai would be less salty and the idlis will be a bit softer. Its hoping against hope that the sambhar would be less spicy and the puris would be less elastic. Moreover there is no ‘Mom’ standing beside to make sure, I eat every bit till the end.

Thats “mess” for you!! My friends!!
But…

For the next two months,
Mornings will be yummy!!

For I shall have,
Breakfast at Mummy’s…

-- Shailesh R Nadar

7:15 pm May 24, 2007.

Breakfast… at Mummy’s

IIT till now, has given me many things I never dreamt of, and made me something I never was, memories I will cherish all through life and blah blah blah.. c’mon, u know what crap follows!!!
(inset: The Giga Mess at IIT Mdras)
Bottom line- It has given me a lot (too many to name)!!!

But remember.. everything comes at a price. Only that, the price (or one of the many prices I paid) this time was my “breakfast”. Dats precisely wat happens when “the probability if u having breakfast” starts depending on factors like
- the time u wake up
- climate of the day
- food in the mess
- ur moood! and blah blah…

BIG DEAL!! U may think. But it has played a huge role in reducing my already pathetic weight of 59 kgs by more than 9% (9.32 to be precise!) to 53.5 kgs in two years. That may seem insignificant to many.. but it took me 18 long years to gather those 59 odd kgs.

Big bro (until two years back) used to get scolded (a lottt!!) for matters regarding studies. But somehow, I managed to beat him in the degree as well as the volume of the scolds for reasons ranging from ‘carelessness’ to ‘singing out loud’ (shouting- dats wat Dad says it is!) and ‘not bathing in time ’ to ‘idleness’ (see lil’ bro’s diversified family business!!). to the present hot topic for the last two weeks-
“Not eating properly back at IIT”

This blog is written out of the exasperation, anguish and guilt arising from the repeated interrogation and cross-examination (by Mom and Dad) about my eating schedule at IIT. Sometimes it becomes rather difficult with Mom (who is endowed with argumentative skills of a criminal lawyer) when she traps me with my own words!!

Will someone plz tell ‘em breakfast at mess, is not ‘steaming dosais with milagai podi (the best sidish ever known to mankind) coupled with neatly cut boiled eggs with the right amount of pepper and salt sprinkled and a glass of cold milk luring u to gulp it down.’

It is.. walking to the mess in the hot sun, standing in line with a steel plate eagerly hoping that the vadai would be less salty and the idlis will be a bit softer. Its hoping against hope that the sambhar would be less spicy and the puris would be less elastic. Moreover there is no ‘Mom’ standing beside to make sure, I eat every bit till the end.
Thats “mess” for you!! My friends!!
But…
For the next two months,
Mornings will be yummy!!
For I shall have,
Breakfast at Mummy’s…

Shailesh R Nadar
7:15 pm May 24, 2007.

A sem to forget… aanh or a sem to remember..??

The end of fourth semester must mark a new beginning to my life at IIT Madras.. or atleast I hope it will!

This.. incidently is also the sem I sweared at the most..

The REASONS clearly being-
- Academically the heaviest sem I would ever be in.
- Special mention to the math course LinAL (Linear Algebra) which is the crapiest thing I ever heard or will hear.
- My performance (academic) the worst ever, I spose.
- Low EQ (Entertainment Quotient) all through the sem.
- Away from home for the longest period in my life… 124 days..
- And last but not the least.. Expectations, many of ‘em were belied.

Here it starts..
The number ‘26’ acquires a NEW meaning..
The sem started on a scary note with 26 credits to complete.. u wd know better if u knew wat credits were. Attending the first few weeks of classes, we knew we will have to go through complete crap… and I bet it was!!

A SAARANG dat cupped..
Then came SAARANG our cult fest.. supposed to be the 5 most happening days of the even semester. But guess wat?? To add to the agony of the sem, it cupped and very badly at it. “An excuse for a pro show” by Sukhwinder Singh made half sure that the guests wont revisit SAARANG. And from my side… it cupped too.. despite of being in the Hospitality department I could not find a girl to go for Salsa with me… Can u believe it?? Well in my defence -- I din put fite!!

Quizzes came calling… infact without calling...
Well I don remember much… C’mon the sem is over daa!!..... :)

EQ!!!!
There was little or no entertainment this sem.. no enthu to watch English movies.. watched DDLJ, Bombay, Roja, Anbe Sivam and nothing new..
And with F.R.I.E.N.D.S over.. had to find solace with “How I met your Mother” and “Two and a Half Men”.

Nearing the end..
Towards the end it was reduced to counting the days.. End sems were seen as nothing but a barrier between home and hostel.. And all that remained was to cross it soon… whichever way possible!!!

Confidence graph!!!
Had a bumpy confidence graph all through sem... sometimes at my zenith and other times at my all time low....

**But still Every dark cloud has a silver lining.. And this sem, (DARK as you may call) was no different..**

I broke barriers this sem...
Be it the way I thought about people or the way I looked at life or be it the number of classes I bunked or the number of torturing PJs I shared (with a friend of mine)...

I came out of the shell called “SHAILESH”.. listened to arguments.. made mine and got convinced and made my point too.. Mind gave way for new ideas about future.. And for a change, I started thinking seriously about them... Life(minus acads) suddenly seemed much more peaceful..

Life used to be painful.. It(I mean ‘the sem’) taught me to find pleasure in the pain..

Experimented a lot.. did things I never did before.. and liked them too.. (I don mean booze or fag.. okay )

Finally….

Fell a lot this sem… but got up too…

Understood my friends well… and enemies better…

Suffered heavy blows… but din fail to strike back..

There were failures this sem, literally BIG in magnitude, but the HOPE for REVIVAL still remains..

And it is for this one reason.. This sem would remain as a “Sem to remember” and never to forget..

1:52 am, May 9, 2007 Shailesh R Nadar.