We ended in zeroth place!!

“Remorse” (smoke y’s room), not one bow did happen to me!!

UD-bow ‘09

ALMOST Cursed!!!!! (Krrrrrrrrrrffff) 

It started on Monday, the 30th of march, the evening when I didn’t have any bottle o’ glass. It did seem a bit exciting at first and must have been extremely tough to get through with the same spirit(no grogs!!) for the next four days. It was the Ud-bow ’09 held in M.S.Ramaiah Institute of Technology. 

      Although we didn’t get to attend many events because were a part of them, the fest couldn’t have got any more entertaining for us. And it didn’t end there, the whole fest got better day by day.

      I was out on 31^st to unleash my horizon hoping some scallywags would accompany me but then they marooned me. Marooned I was like a buffoon waiting for some exciting happenings. I was cursed to be alone. I was so close to going home and having a nice sleep. The suffocation in the work-shop uniform was getting to me in the hot sun. And ye better yet, I did find a solution. It consisted of a change of clothes borrowed from a friend and the temptation of just getting into an air conditioned room. And the closest port was the Hi-tech seminar hall. When I docked there, it was like a shot of morphine beginning to flow in my veins (Not that I know how it feels, but just mordantly assuming it!!!).

 I took a seat there while my team-mate gave up hope, just ending up on his bed in his room. And I must say that he frankly doesn’t know what he missed out on. I didn’t have anyone to accompany me there in the hall and there is not one bit I regret entering the JAM. It wasn’t the air conditioning that makes me say this, but the event over-all. Then it flashed to me what Ud-bow ’09 was all about. Every scurvy dog was arguing there, be it criticizing or just arguing for the heck of it, making it the best way to make people laugh and involve themselves in the fun environment. It still amazes me of how the guys went readily on stage, just to get objected and criticized at their unfinished statements(shadies!!) and yet manage to walk off of it, with a broad smile on their face and a bigger one on the audience and that is what surprises me- how could something so intellectual and pretty complicated to an extent be so darn entertaining. Never was I cursed. (Pirates we are, for you to got more muddled in arrays of bewitching lies!!)

DEAD MAN’s day!!!

The main port amused me by some landlubbers tearing their throats for antakshari. Many lost faces I discovered on stage(most of them were Teachers!!!)on my way to discover seminar port  for some louts were about to croon…..(gaga googoo gay gay!!! Krrrrrrrred were the amplifiers!!!).Indubitably god-forsaken island I was going to land. Thanks to my mateys for leading me to other ports!!!

      On the other side of the spectrum that day, the DC was going on too. Although I missed it, my friends went on and on about it. Apparently, the words –Brussels, Adebayor and eccentric seemed too tough for them, and I can’t seem to imagine why.

      At the end of the day, I just can’t imagine how events could turn around more than the previous day.

      The answer although seemingly obvious has to be mentioned. It might me a stretch, but yet the truth to mention that I was so involved in other events that I never even found time to snap. The only time I got before my Sports and Entertainment to click some pictures was in the food court which can be justified just my looking at my pictures. The journey to the food court also paved way for some brilliant sights such as the “Insipid Hayabusa” stoned at the back literally(Under the proof of pics). 

      The Sports and Entertainment quiz seemed to be conducted so perfectly by the seniors, special thanks to the quiz club. The questions in the Prelims itself seemed to be so harmonic with the whole theme and not to mention the people there who seemed to be so in coherence with the knowledge. The whole fun lay in the very taste of the people mingling and meddling around with the knowledge which they already had to come up with something rational for the one they didn’t know. I couldn’t have been more surprised after the results of the prelims were out when it was informed that were the 9^th team to contend in the 8 teams finals, all thanks to Appy-the man of simple tastes( pansy) ,  Shantha-the soberman  and santa-the Payal. The first round in the Finals itself seemed so classic and by that I mean the Album-art parodies of the legendary albums by the best musicians seen by time – Led Zeppelin, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Pink Floyd, The Doors, etc.. And the contenders there in the finals yet managed to know what was exactly happening. The rounds went on and on with one oblivious question followed by another in extreme arbit for an amateur like me. But it doesn’t exactly end here, the teams competing with me managed to answer so many. I’ve not exactly been in many quizzes, but seeing those people at work seems to instill this aura where you feel the need to know the answers to them by some or the other means and the reason being that when a person develops an interest or a passion for something, he can be separated from the rest of the flock by what he does to cultivate it. And these people seemed to be the ones who did. They had an interest in sports and entertainment and justified the reason for having so on stage.

And so I was bit bewitched on dead man’s day and the main stage beastie feasted on me (trufjgh djfue.. I’m no sushi…noooooooo!!!!!!)

AT BOW’s end!!!!! (nooooh it cant end……. I want I want I want!!!...rest)

      Today, as soon as I docked at the college, the Rock vibe was instilled in everyone, everyone eager to come to college and watch the bands doing what they are good at. I come further into college, I see the technicians setting up the amplifiers, monitors and the instruments, the perfect setting at play. Louts like shahas, civil brigands , etc(males & females),etc(sbs) were significant. 

 But, I had other duties to attend to such as this reporting, missing out on the main essence of the fest.

      But, the fest overall consisted of all that I can think of – right from the intellectual stuff to the rock scene to the literary events. Over-all, it was pretty much perfect for what I’ve experienced. Seriously, can’t wait for the next Ud-bow.

For now…. U scabrous dogs.. on the deck!!!!!

Bring me back that horizon!!!!!

Ooh it ended!!! 

Note: Names mentioned have been influenced by other beings such as the puppies near c² and not under beverages.

PS: There were grog fests happening all over (ah u lousy underestimating brainiacs!!!!…)

 Orekundy tribenaresh-'OT', responsible for all queer stuff included!!!

YET grateful to OT, mate!!

TO know about first placed brigands and more about ud-bow!!!

 

Mrs and Mr Awesome!!!

I'm grateful to the jury, for naming us "The Best Couple of the Year"...

My castrated, queer partner here is also thankful... (we have sacrificed a lot !!!! aaawwww chhhh - that is hot)

"hey ya!!!.......
take my number!!! "
"hmmm... thats provocative!!!!"
(says bow )
psyches not considered......
(dare not!!!!!! )

What's that????... oh... Not any more bows!!!!!

I'm a retarded boffin trying to ascertain my theory - "Carriages run on tar roads"..........

noooooooooooh!

I'm rehearsing for the Rodeo in LA-Corrida...('haec patria est'... yo latino)

nahhh!

I'm the ultimate Highwayman waiting for another carriage or bullock-cart to pass... (hzzzzzz!!! krrrfff!!!.... Cars not allowed here)....

HTE GERTA CHENHGIS KHNA

{“Bower” was he?????} Can’t say…. But has bowed many…..

I’m not bowing ma……………………..

  



Nostalgia will be sooooooon established…….
This time it’s THE chenghis (Genghis: that’s what the humped ones say) who will save you!!!!!!!!!………
Believe me 
As I’ll be surely benevolent unlike that serene picture and it’ll be exhilarating……awwffff
No abzyf’s allowed (no hard feelings u ankeknas)……..ahhhh tat Hurts!!!!!!
I’m the Next chenghis Khan……… (Hmmm when will I ever make sense?)
For, it’s me to conquer whole world to have more descendants of my imperial family
I’ll save u people (people doesn’t include male ones, abzyfs and middle ones)……
Terrorists will not bother you………..hmmm something fishy no it’s cranky
Well u should wait for my next bow shit to amplify your empathy….
And I know it’s not subtle though sublime as no terrorist mama will exist when I shall be Genghis……..oh no Chenghis ………  
This time no exacerbation……..
Woo hoo….I’m the next Chenghis
I’m not BOWING………..
Thy shall not be doomed… instead be multiplied and arrayed ………….
Bow you terror striking scumbags……… I’m here to create one more India……
1 billion more……..
Sabotage……..ha-ha………. you can’t beat me…..
I’ll be hard on you and hard on what I’ll do……..
I’m bowing that “let you Saboteurs incur the wrath of BOW”…….
I’ll be conscientious too about my every move…………
Be psyched up you scumbags…………. Cause no cliffhanger will Save you……….. 
I’m not Bowing ma………..

so u haven't been BOWED yet!!!!!!!!!!!

B'day

Said dwellers,

Around me;

Its goin to be a new day,

New morning,new dawn,

Would be shading my life,

Its gonna be my birthday.

I smelt something else,

Something different from those words

I realized

I was reaching my end;

By one more year down

Ones I need goin to fall

By one more day

All I'm struggling for

And taking trouble for,

Would be in grave,

Lying beside me.

I never wanted it

I wanted to stay

As I was, or

As I'm now,

Not reach further, not any more,

My dreams blacking out;

And my good thoughts being shattered,

I wanted no hope,

For that new day

Was leading into darkness

Every time I thought about this;

I forgot!!! Rather I never wanted,

To put my dream into action,

That was to attain a bright future.

This being only a thought

Still remaining a thought,

But no bravery is against it;

Inferring that my bravery

Was also ending &

Lose my needed ones,

I realized…..

Only one question

Would rattle till my end;

FUTURE

Is it goin to provide

New dawn or just my ASHES,,,,,

Who cares!!!!. Unless the cake takes you to coma rather than slumber.......

Mahatma

Claimed to be the

Three monkeys don,

Always wanted the poor

To see a bright dawn.

Never did he mind to

Get slapped twice,

And so he tried to

Knock the sympathy of Brit.

Spoke always the fact;

Made it stranger than fiction,

Self-sufficiency: he aspired

Still has remained a dream.

Our mother needs another,

For which everyone can

Be a Gandhi.

Our India needs more of peace and truth

Needs one to show the others

Non-violence is fierce than fight.

Where truth leads to victory,

For that even we can be Gandhi.

But as the history was created,

As the fact remains,

As the dates oct2, 1869

And jan30, 1950 speak

Mohandas has became the only MAHATMA

Leaving us to be a Gandhi,

For which even we can be Gandhi….