A formally informal report

An important segment in an Engineer's life is the one which arises in the Eighth semester, No! Not placements, Of course, even that is important, but this is much more intense. One of you guys who are reading this should be able to guess it, yeah, I heard you, it is the Project! For seven semesters, we cursed the Education system for not providing us the force to explore practically the theories which we have been learning. That was one of the points which I used in my GD to clear the process of yet-another-IT firm-in-another alphabet, seriously, when I look at my college's placement record, the list of IT companies in it almost cover the entire alphabet list, so no more 'A' for Apple stuff. Now Ssshhh! I can hear you giggle( If that is not you, then it is probably me myself) Even I am going to be a part of the IT world this year(Assuming I get the Offer letter soon!), So all i can react is by *pumping-fist-in-the-air* , while most of you reading this will have *face-palm* reaction( Thanks to Whatsapp Language) . So this applying practically is practically not possible, which i am able to understand now. Cursing the education system is what i did for all these years, but even now i continue to do so, reason- Project. Maybe, if i had got the desired the output with less strain and enjoy watching sitcoms during supposed-to-be-the relaxing semester of the entire course( though tat sitcoms part is still a part of my routine) , still here i am, trying to compile the Project Report( a whopping 60 pages! Phew! Will someone even attempt reading that??) with a review pending and of course, the output too! Hopefully i get the output soon, already portraying an unshaven beard( Does not mean I am completely into the project, Just for a timing! ) . Final year, finally finding peace! Really?? 

Snoozzzzzz

Now please do not stress on 'z' while you try to pronounce the title of this post. It looks odd. It looks even more odd when you have the look, which you are having now, on your face as it feels even more odd. Jokes apart( assuming you would not have even smiled at the previous sentence if you are a person who is alright). There is a reason why i did that. So what is the first thing that one does early in the morning, Wait! Did i just say 'early' in the morning? The best part of being a hosteler is that i would not hear a ' Ajay!!! Get up you lazy!! Its almost 6:00 am ' or there would not be a lot sweat early in the morning which may make a sudden shift in your dream land from a cool beautiful London to a dead hot Egypt, all because my father had switched off the fan, also no sudden gigantic wave splashing on your face when you were on a trip with your girlfriend and suddenly you start looking for your mask which you had kept inside a drawer( so that the common people do not know you are hero who saved them) just when i realize 'oops! how can i have a girlfriend when i do not even talk to girls' and then you open your eyes just to find out my mom had used a 'watery' technique to wake you up. Please do not search for a full stop in the last sentence, yes i accept its long. Long enough to even bring a big yawn on my face. Alright, so just when i get to a phase in my dream, where am are about to perform a heroic action, i hear a sound, that's a background score(you might think), only to realize that it increases each second and at one point, all other characters in that scene start shouting like ' Shut that thing off! ' and then i wake up trembling only to rub my eyes so many times to avoid the confusion between 'Snooze' and 'Dismiss' and in spite of practicing the night before everyday that the one on the right is 'Dismiss' , i end up pressing the wrong button only to realize all my characters in the dream-scene have already packed up citing the inconvenient ambiance. I then wake up, this time cursing my left-handed-behavior and looking at the time to find out that am just ten minutes away from a two minute brushing+ face wash, a 3 minute dress up+ combing + 'perfume' -ing , and oh wait! an important thing keeping a 'viboothi' in my forehead just in case of a backup and a four minute walk past four buildings and forty students and fourteen professors and a final one minute sprint to the classroom past a staircase of...of...probably seemed like a four hundred step staircase, leading to hell as i was like breathing out carbon dioxide three times the quantity of oxygen i had inhaled and finally when i see two of my classmates running before me to the class, then i decide 'Okay G! This time am going to pull off a Usain Bolt' only to find out i had run past the classroom owing to an inefficient braking system and of course due to a tremendous acceleration. Alright! please stay with me, few more words. So i peep into the class and find no staff and there is a sudden 'look! there is an alien from a foreign world' look from all of my classmates as you really feel weird and finally manage to pick a seat, just when i try to fist my arm in air( being proud of your achievement), someone enters the class and says ' Sir is absent today and attendance will be collected from the staff who is going to come for the third hour, you may leave now' . Now please do not read the last sentence again, because it might not make sense unless i mention that the 'second hour' is already a free hour. 

RUSH

Factly speaking, i am clueless of what am going to write, as always. But please do not keep your palm on your forehead with a 'Sighh!!' thinking ' OMG! This fellow has started it again' , This time i can assure you, i can manage, in spite of being unprepared. You know what's the advantage of blogging, nothing. Yes, Nothing! Since there is no advantage,  one need not worry about anything. Just write your heart out. Of course, readers are not there to listen to one's stupidity, yet, one can make even the smartest of readers (who choose their novels only after searching the author's previous works in Google even before reading the synopsis of the story) to read at a stupid piece of write up, just by impressing them with your style. Oh Please Wait! I was not referring to me and you either. Just a general opinion on blogging. Alright! Any guesses why i have kept the title as RUSH ? I am sorry, forgot that the previous phrase is supposed to be used by delegates who give us lecture sessions and seminars and inspire us so much that we start dreaming about the topic right away with our eyes closed. So getting back to that RUSH thing, no specific reasons for that. I thought of rather using ' Title innum vekala ' as a title, but remembered that our Tamil George Clooney had already had purchased the copyright for it. So i stuck to usual method of listening to My Playlist , predominantly comprising of Hans Zimmer soundtracks, and No! No! Please do not confuse with Justin Bieber, the one whom am talking about is a GUY, Seriously! So just as i surfed past the list, I listened to my new addition from the movie- Rush. A soundtrack which am hearing for the eighth time straight and as i write this, i can feel what they usually call a Goosebump with the hair in my arm seemingly overjoyed and trying to jump out of my hand except for the strong root which holds them from doing so( Also, am not a guy who is ready to get waxed! ) , thereby after looking at the excited turn of events happening in my arm, i decided to give the title a shot with the name of the soundtrack. Now for those, who do not know who Zimmer is, please do not Google it, rather ask me, in that way, i will realize that you have read this post. What an idea ! I guess it is time to evict Abhishek Bachchan from the trying-to-impress mobile data carrier advertisement and replace with someone who thinks the way just the way i did few sentences back, No! No! Not me myself! Please, am not a guy for publicity( Moreover, I do not want to get cursed from Ash). Now before you send me a text shouting, i would like to inform that the 'Mysterious Friend' of mine, whom i had spoke of in my previous post, will surely be revealed with a Big Bang! Stay Tuned to hear from G. ( Man! i really wish blogging get improved by including Voice Recordings, getting so tired to use both the hands for writing!! ) .