Lausanne
AS: Why do you dance with your eyes closed.
MA: When I dance with my eyes closed, no one can see me.
AS: Hmm .. Wait that doesn’t make sense ..
EPFL
AS: Why dont you cut your hair ??
KB: Because I am scared how my shadow will look like after I cut my hair. I am so used to looking at my shadow like this. I dont know …..
AS: Jeez … thats pretty scary !!
So its an amazing summer again. The most awesome summer ever, though I say that every summer. There I am doing a project at CRAFT, Lausanne, Switzerland. Then we have so much travelling all over the Europe. France. Spain. Italy. Switzerland. And then there is so much partying. Crazy parties. So many free drinks. Getting drunk and losing my stuff. Then trying to find them the next day. So many festivals to see. Dance and Trance. Too many concerts to attend and all the great music. Rock and Roll. Trip and Jazz. So much to do for that rush of adrenaline. Hiking. Paragliding. Snow-trekking. All that and only one summer.
So it all adds up to approx 3 hours of sleep every night. And no blogpost even though there is so much to write. Whatever.
I’ll try to put something up on the blog soon. Soon I say. ZZzzzZZzz ….
Some random quotes from 3 months in Europe :-
1. CRAFT
SD (to GZ’s girlfriend): Did GZ tell you that he brought you to CRAFT today so that you can be a subject for my Docklamp experiment.
GZ’s grlfriend : What GZ that why you asked me to come with you to CRAFT.
GZ: Wat !! no … Thanks guys for screwing my love life.
SD: hehe, thats why we have no girls here.
2. Lausanne
AS: Yea! I slept with Fabrice yesterday night.
KB: Umm … shouldn’t it be “slept at” ??
AS: hmm … ohh yea … shit.
3. Rome
AS: I bet you cant beat me in ping pong.
AG: Can or can’t ??
AS: Can’t with a T like loser with an L.
4. Paris
AS: yeah, thats true.
ET: Wait, we haven’t slept togather already, right akshit ??
AS: ummmm …
5. Lausanne
AS: Howcome there are so many old people here ??
KB: Yea, the swiss people dont die. They keep on livine. Walking on streets with their IV’s hanging by the side. Like zombies. Damn, I wanna leave swiss before i get old.
6. Rome
DG and GS: We make crazy hot love every night.
AS: Umm .. I am not jealous.
GS: And then we eat Italian Gelato in the morning.
AS: Screw you. Lucky bastards.
7. Paris
Random Guy: Asian men are so soft and smooth. ahhh.
FH: Gulp !! I am half asian BTW. But I am not comfortable. I think I gtg.
Random Guy: Would you want to go to the Sauna with me.
FH: What !! No !! Why ?? (runs like hell)
8. EPFL
KB: Then i shat in my underpants. And it was a huge blob of shit. So it was hanging in my underpants. It was dark and I was too tired to change. So I slept like that anyway on my side so that the shit blob doesn’t smear my ass. And there were my mom and sister on each side of me …
AS: The food tastes so much better now.
9. Lausanne
AS: Didn’t you go to that 90 Frank dinner you planned to go to ??
FH: I refuse to spend more than 10 franks on something that becomes shit in 3 hours.
10. Montreux
MA: (drops her ice-cream on ground) Zut.
AS: What does Zut mean.
MA: It means like Shit in french. But its not offensice. I mean its ok for the children to say.
AS: So its like child shit.
11. Lutry
MA: I teach english to 10 year old French speaking children. Do you know how they say ‘thank you’.
AS: Fank you?
MA: Fuck you.
12. Paris:
DG: A girl is gonna come through that door in 2 mins. Tell her “voulez-vous, couche avec moi”.
AS (to SB): voulez-vous, couche avec moi.
SB: Oui.
DG: Wait, I ask you all the time too. And you never agree to have sex with me.
13. Rome:
Waiter to CS: Would you like to try my tiramisu?
CS to everyone: I dont think we are at the right type of restaurent.
14. Rome
DG: Are you drunk?
ST: Not enough to sleep with you.
DG: Lets get some tequila.
ST: No matter how much I drink, I will never be drunk enough to sleep with you.
DG: Damn. Give me back my 20Euros for the beer.
15. Lausanne
AS: Do you have a spare matress at your home on which I can sleep for the night.
AH: Ohh yea. Its a beautifull 25star matress, with the nicest cigarette holes you will ever have seen in your life.
AS: Ohh. Actually I can walk back to my place. Its just an hour from here. Thanks anyway.
16. Lausanne
AT: I’m the most beautifull girl in the world with enormous breast and little ass. One meter 86 cm. And beautiful white teeth brushed with colgate. I do have a lot of hair on the legs though, and every where else, but its ok I guess. Surely you saw me on TV!
CA: Is she always like that after a beer ??
More often than not, I find myself debating on this topic while strolling back from Cheddis, the student friendly (??) 24-hour food joint (??) at our apna KGP.
Ever observed the change in our lingo when we move out from KGP to civilization. Suddenly we find ourselves short of words. God bless the KGP way of life.
Anything irritating, unpleasant, boring, frustrating, bad, uninteresting, is frusst. No hassles. The degree is conveyed to the listener by the number of s’s in frusst. To the outside world, frusst and frussssst might me the same. But not to our trained ears, which have been tuned for all the different types of frusst’s during all these years.
The same argument holds for kuchh. The difference of meanings is conveyed by the chh’s in kuchh. “Kucchhhh khaana hai” is totally different from “kuchh khaana hai yeh kya ?”. The former being said after a wholesome meal at Billoo’s and the latter being involuntarily said after one look at mess food.
Great is also the way all human qualities can be resolved in just a few groups. One of them being a God (the amount of godness depending on the length of preceding kuchh eg. “kucchhhh god hai yaar”.) or a Stud, the race inferior to gods. (And yes. Even the chicks so wrongly call themselves Studs while I so cleverly know that it should be Studette 
).
Binary is the way to go about everything. State of person – in load or in peace. Similarly with time. Its either loaded time or peaceful time. Similarly with life. “Peace maar na” or “load hai yaar”. Anything and everything can be only twofold. Peace or Load.
And thats about it. All the vocabulary one needs in life. Minimalism at its best. The way to live.
On a more serious note, I have so much hard time when I can no longer use words like subset, exponential, hashing and whole lots of others. Imagine you are having food at a restaurant. Wouldn’t it be so much easier to just say “My order is a superset of your order” rather than having to say “Whatever you have ordered is already there in my order”. Or imagine you are at a store. “Its price has been increasing exponentially” is so much simpler than “this week’s increase in price is more than last week’s and the trend will continue till infinite time”.
But change, no matter to which side of the origin, is always good. And I am enjoying it. 
Someone very innocently asked me once, “what is your concept of happyness ?”. And I was left fumbling for words.
Hardwork pays bigtime and it feels good, and may lightning strike anyone who denies that. But then we re-invest our earnings. Put our past experiences and knowledge to use. Work even harder. It pays even more. And does it feel good. Hell yeah. Even better. We feel on top of the world.
But then there comes a time. A very dark and awful time. And we think what exactly is our “concept of happyness”. And we think. And we stop. And we look back.
And we realize its all a dream we have been feeding our heads. Confining our brain in “the Matrix”. And who else, but We, are “Agent Smith”. Creating the Matrix for our heads. Redefining happyness for our own good. Fooling our heads. Making it work for us. Luring it further into the oblivion.
But who the hell says its wrong. Why does Smith always get to be the bad guy ?? It has worked all this time. We fooled our heads, lured it to work hard and it has paid. Whats the catch ??
The catch is this. We control Smith. And we don’t let Smith know that. We fool Smith into allowing us into fooling us.
Don’t let Smith take full control of your head. Don’t forget your “Real concept of happyness” from the one you have let Smith fool yourself into.
Don’t let the feeling of climbing a mountian sink too deep into the oblivion. Or talking your heart out to your loved ones in cold winter nights. Or shouting out your best song with your best friends.
That’s the catch. And then when you realize it, the dark clouds give way. The dark and awful time passes away and we find ourself in “the Architect’s Room”. The Architect of the Matrix. And we face the choice. In Architect’s words “Take the left door and go back into the oblivion. And I will see you when the next anomaly arises. Or take the the right door. And you shall find the “Real concept of happyness”.
And there comes a time when we take the right door.
Yes. Believe it or not, in this world where anything that has two legs but no wings has a blog of their own, this creature still doesn’t blog. Not till the last half an hour. And now I evolve, and lay my first step in the BlogoSphere. And hope that these footprints get washed down by thousands of other footprints in this sand.
