... a mirage fools everybody ... > March 08, 2005 Its been a pretty weird set of exams so far. Okay, only two since the last update... but weird. Chemistry didn't go at all like I expected... I mean I think I answered a lot (almost all) of the questions correctly. Weird... considering its me and chemistry. But it was a simple, though different paper. Maths was what was weird. I came out of the hall thinking I'd got everything correct and then, I learnt that the last step of one of my answers (a 5 mark one) was probably wrong and another 5 mark answer was completely wrong. I forgot the word 'least' in it. Then I made a stupid mistake in one of the earlier sums where I copied something wrong. That's 1/2 a mark gone at least. And I don't know about the statistical part either. Overall, a paper I'm really unsure about. Pig tried to cheer me up by telling me about this relative of his who got a 50-60 in every paper and got a 100 in maths. Which means, there's definitely scaling. But Loyola's papers go to crappy places and that does not reassure me. Convent papers somehow manage to come back graded with everybody getting above 90. Arghh... its so frustrating. I could have got a 100 on this paper. Physics is two days later and I can almost feel the 90 percentage goal thingy slipping out of my hand. Maths was something I was hoping to capitalize on and I hate studying all the Physics derivations... but oh well... looks like I'll have to ace this paper to keep my percentage high. Computer Science could have been a backup if not for the crappy places Loyola's computer papers get to. *sighs* Even when I'm trying, I'm a loser from the start. Yesterday, I was so depressed that I watched TV from 6:00 to 10:00 at night, at a stretch. It still didn't make me feel any better. Most of the time things were just going on and I was in my stupid pessimistic world. I guess ISC doesn't matter... I should get into one of the colleges in the States anyway, but I don't know if I want to go to just any college. I can't imagine leaving India for any place that's not Harvard (ha ha!), UChicago, UPenn (Wharton), Northwestern, Duke, Smith, Amherst or Swarthmore, but if I don't get into any of these places, I might just have to settle for Trinity or some mediocre place like that; unless I get a good ISC aggregate. Damn... when did life get so complicated? I can't wait for the exams to end... I really, really hope Morphine's mom allows her to come to Cal cuz' otherwise the rest of us won't have half as much fun. I don't see what her objection is anyway... I mean her daughter's going to be in college in a couple of months and she won't be able to monitor her then. I really don't see why parents have to be so over-protective all the time. On another note, I think its time to comment on some of the more ridiculous things that makes India the place it is. Indian Idol - don't worry, you heard right. And if you're thinking its some kind of crazy take-off on Americal Idol, hey, you're right again. The sets, the starting credits thing... everything's a take-off. Now, like everything Indian, I was pretty sure it was just a rip-off. Imagine my surprise when they actually credited Simon Fuller for the concept... people here have actually started respecting copyrights! Anyways, the episode I'm talking about is the final. I had nothing to do that day, cuz' Maths was two days later and my parents had roped me into this thing earlier with a "they are pretty good" argument. I'd watched a part of a previous episode, and I'd thought one guy there was pretty okay too. Can't remember his name. Oh well... another way to waste half-an-hour right? That's what I had thought. So, it started. The hosts were stupid and idiotic. There's no two ways about it. Aman Verma and Minnie Mathur are two people who have nothing witty to say and who seem to have never been educated. A huger contrast to Ryan Seacrest cannot be found. Well, they bored you for about 10 minutes and then when they stopped, I was like - "Ah... here we go. The results?" But no... they brought on 10 previous contestants and made them sing. Then, they made them sing again... and again... and again. Then our heroes came on stage who sang again... and again... and again. This was a waste of one hour, at least. Then, we had them sing some song in support of AIDS victims, which sounded totally lame... the lyrics sucked. Also, none of these songs were original... you had them singing stuff that we've heard at least a hundred times before. Anyways, then there was some stupid battle thing between the two finalists... with the two finalists not interested in the least. In the middle, one guy just trailed off and the other guy, in a high burst of spirits, tried to end it, all superior. Another fifteen-twenty minutes gone. During all this, we were subjected to each side's parents thanking God and the viewers again... and again... and again. Then, we had to see this guy coming along escorted by two guards in military attire carrying the results, as if they were highly guarded State secrets or something. So, then, it took half an hour, for the people to come out with the results and when they did after pausing and stopping about a million times... everybody cried and the judges (WHAT judges? A music composer who gets "inspired" by other people's songs for his tunes, a choreographer who doesn't know anything about music and a singer whose more taken up with his looks than anything else) hugged the winner guy and it seemed like the thing almost descended to a level of banality not possible. And somehow, I never felt the same thing about American Idol. I hate being one of those people who are about everything American, but they just don't make a big deal of things. And they have all kinds of different people with different talents there. I mean, there's Bo Bice now and he is incredible as a rocker... and there's Anthony Fedorov (sucks... but that's okay) whose more of the soul type. Its just more varied. But then why did I watch Indian Idol for so long? Well, it was fascinating. The way the Indian public makes a big issue and dramatizes even the most stupidest of things is inspiring. I love my country. I love it because its so absolutely ridiculous sometimes. People praise India for its mysticism and its spirituality. I love it more for its people... we get excited about the stupidest of things. The other day, I saw this really poor looking kid who began talking on a cell-phone (don't ask me where he got it) whenever anyone walked by. I don't know what kind of a kick he got out of it... his clothes were half-torn and his hair was all mussed up, but I guess he thought he could fool everybody as to how rich he was just by talking on a cell-phone. Its funny in a way, but incredibly sad in another. "What do you mean, I hurt your feelings? I didn’t know you had any feelings. ... pennies and nickels ... - March 25, 2005
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