Ok, i shall attempt to write now.. (hardly) without feeling the need to be compelled to write technically and politically correct. Its been terribly long i've written in any form really; so yeah, if you're evaluating me, get lost. I am in the midst of a (grueling) Practice School 1 industrial training program (grueling due to heat alone).. a time in every BITSian's life where he/she gets "industrial exposure". My industry..... is Birla Museum, in Pilani campus itself... life is pretty close to what it was during regular college.. just a new campus, a few new chicks, an attendance criterion.. and some other shit that i can't or won't remember. The days are pretty hectic actually, the time except that which we spend th the museum. in the museum- yeah we have plenty to do- play cards or chess or free cell, or watch movies or football videos, or play bingo (yes, that's right) and even name place animal thing (not me though).. as one can see the schedule is
Memoirs from a quest to uncover the fabric of the universe