2012

It’s the 5th already, way roo late to wish you all a happy new year. So no new year greetings to all you CRAP readers.
Like everyone else, new year gives me a chance to look back at the things that happened in the previous year.

2011 started in great style for me with an awesome midnight party followed by a two day trip to wayanad, which was awesomer(or even more awesome (or whatever)). They say well begun is half done. My case was much different. 2011 was the worst year I had ever had.

In January itself I had my first bike crash. It was a minor one which left me uninjured buy bike needed a new headlight assembly. Valentine’s day passed with me being single as usual (forever alone). Very next day I got a Valentine’s day gift.  I still have the marks on my face. Bike needed a new headlight (again). But the Yamaha ASS mechanics did a slow but good job and the bike was as good as new. Petrol prices kept increasing almost every month, making things difficult but somehow coped with it, driving like uncles. At one point I got over 62kmpl.on my FZ which even the Yamaha folks wouldn’t believe.
2011 wasn’t a good year for academics either. Thanks to good grades in the previous semester, he CGPA was still close to an 8 . However, life, in general, continued to be dull boring and uneventful. For many weekends, the only thing I did apart from the daily stuff ws play counterstrike online, sometimes upto 15 hours a day.

Call it luck or whatever, I got an opportunity to do a 1 year internship at a big big IT firm (no sarcasm). And so now I’m  in Bangalore enjoying (not really) corporate life. The work is good, working environment is good and the pay is good too (considering I’m still a college student). Most importantly, there is job satisfaction, the magic factor. Office is fun at times, but life has become monotonous (on weekdays). The only relief is whatever amount of time I’m awake on weekends.
Money kept flowing from the pocket at the same rate at which it got filled in. But then, it did feel awesome to spend self-earned money (only the first time though). I’m no longer dependent on others for money (hey, last week of a month doesn’t count)
Met some new people, lost contact with a few good ones and stayed away from a lot of assholes.
Still support Manchester united.
Got an SE Xperia Arc S (gift from bro). It’s my first android device and I’m loving every bit if it. In fact this post is from my phone, which is the first time ever I’ve done such a thing. Bla bla bla….
Enough for now. Hoping to have a good year ahead. If you’re lucky you might have one too.
Cya.

Good news

So, the news is Omkar made it into the newspapers with this article on Pune Mirror. The CRAP team congratulates Omkar on achieving his celebrity status.

P.S. Omkar’s Blog

Still Here

CRAP ain’t dead. won’t die anytime soon.

the week that followed

In case you are wondering which week, it is the week after this happened.

The first two days went quick. really quick. Thanks to pencilin and other antibiotics I was sleeping most of the time. In fact as much as 40 hours in 2 days. Usually I sleep towards my sides i.e. on my shoulders. But my right arm was plastered, and the left side of my face was plastered too. So all that sleeping was done on my back and my back started aching. Talk about irony of sleeping.

Meanwhile I was getting some royal treatment. Food and water was brought to me all the time. Had lots of visitors, who brought fruits and other stuff. I had to get up from bed only for the bathroom. lol. In fact this continued for a week.

Since my right arm was plastered around the elbow region, I couldn’t bend it. This meant I was forced to being a leftie for a few days. It wasn’t particularly tough because I didn’t have to do anything that required too much power or grip.

For the first few days I couldn’t open my left eye for long. In fact even after some 5 minutes I could feel some pain around the eye and it would water up. But after some 5 days or so I could keep it open for upto half an hour. I remember watching India’s match against Bangladesh. Was sitting in front of the TV with eyes closed, listening to the commentary. Would open them only when the crowd makes a lot of noise or goes totally silent. Thank goodness for instant replays

I was told I could remove the stitches after a week and so exactly after a week, went to the hospital to get them removed. The nurses had no mercy at all. Assholes. First they they took all the bandages on the face as if they’re tearing some movie poster from a wall. That did hurt. Then they cut the stitches. That hurt even more. What hurt the most was when they took the bandage from my arm. It was a big long wound (not deep though) and it probably hadn’t healed completely. The nurse took it off in a flash as if she was waxing me or something. It hurt so bad that if voice had come out of my mouth, everyone in the state would’ve heard me. It hurt THAT bad. Probably by far the highest amount of pain I had gone through in my life. I so badly wanted to kick the nurse but she was lucky she was on my side and near my head. damn.

Took a few minutes for me to get back to myself. Got back home. Could open the left eye completely now and for longer periods of time. So its TV/computer/sleep 24×7