#badax

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You will never convince me the symbiont doesn't have it's own sapience and personality separate from the Trill. It's like being possessed, but with more control.

My headcanon is that it was Dax that adored Julian and it was Jadzia that thought he was too much, and Ezri was too overwhelmed at the time to separate her feelings from Dax's.

[itpcsaopaulo]

Obrigado a todos pelo grande trabalho em equipe #itpc #badax na Expobor 2016, com mais perspectivas de negócios para todos nós. Nos vemos na Expobor 2018! 🇮🇩 (at Expo Center Norte)

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The Last Page

You know when you absolutely have to study, but you can't take it anymore? That's when your crazy mind starts to kick in. That's what might be going through all of our minds right now. Yes, it's that time of the year again. Or rather, that time of the month, seeing as we have an exam every month. Perfect. The first thing that comes to my mind when I think "Exam" is "notebook." And that's what I'm going to talk about. Now where would we be without our trusty notebooks? Let's pick one up right now. Neatly bound pages, straight printed lines, title page announcing your boredom for the next twelve hours, beyond that, black or blue patterns (depending on which pen you prefer) writing the script of your life for the next week and a half... Wait a minute, did I say "title page?" Let's re-work that. How about we DON'T start from the title page, and start from the last page instead? Now isn't that much better? (Insert smiley face here). I've always maintained that if you want to know a person in absolute detail, the first things you look at are the last pages of his/her notebook. And the heavier the title page sounds, the better. You'll get an even more intimate perspective into your concerned individual's personality. The last page of a notebook will be filled with complex patterns, scribblings, and other such drawings and thoughts that the person would jot at that point of boredom or sleepiness in the lecture. And the colors! Maybe the Malhar FA and Graffix departments should ask for a color Xerox of the last page of a person's notebook to determine whether they're employing true artists or not. No, seriously, I'm not kidding. Try that next year and see what quality of artists turn up. And of course, how can one forget the chats? Now, let's get off "Facebook" and dive into "Notebook." They are amazingly similar though. Emoticons, colors, thoughts expressed in the most myriad forms of languages...you name it, it's there on that page. Of course, you can also learn a lot about the temperament of a person through these chats - though of course, not everyone will let you read them. To be fair, they are quite personal. So, you might want to just blacken them out, when you apply for FA or Graffix next year. Finally, the ultimate perk of looking at the last page is that you have reached the "end of the book," at least on first glance. If anyone looks at you they'll wonder how you got through all that study material so quickly. You can either choose to smile smugly, or say "No, I'm quite far from finishing." Either way, people will think you're smart. So what's on your last page? -Badax 18 July 2014

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Post-modern Fried Rice!

Most people would be getting back to class yawning and stretching and happy after the holidays. I for one, was ready to do the same, if it had not been for dear old Fried RIce, the college's only talking cat. I happened to be free at 9:40, and it was then that I ran into him. He started straight off by telling me that TY was going to ruin my life forever. "Hey. I've taken subjects that I like. I think I'll be fine." I said. "Yeah right," replied Fried Rice with a snort of derision. "If anyone ended up actually doing the subjects that they liked, we'd have a rather satisfied college. I, for one, was not allowed to do Chinese, because I was told that they didn't have it as an option. And Father Arun is another classic example. He's done his undergrad in chemistry. He even has a mustache to prove it." "What does Father Arun's mustache have to do with anything?" I asked, genuinely bewildered. "It's obviously the only proof that he was a chemistry student," said Fried RIce, with an annoying know-it-all air. "He wouldn't wear it with such pride if he wasn't. Have you noticed how the rest of his face is clean-shaven? That mustache is his medal of honour which he got from an acid blast that burned off all the hair on his face except his mustache," he concluded. I sat there wondering how to respond to this, when Fried Rice went on. "Also, it's not just about your subjects. Half your professors are retiring! Now tell me life isn't going to suck in TY." "Not necessarily, You don't know the new professors. They might be even better," I countered. "You're certainly entitled to that opinion," remarked Fried Rice with a cool calmness that I had never observed before. A thought suddenly struck me. "Are you employing post-modernism against me?" I said. "If you say so," said Fried Rice ambiguously. "That would explain the Father Arun reference," I said. "What about your whole Communist philosophy?" I asked, hoping to heaven he had gotten rid of it. "Oh that's there to stay," said Fried Rice with the air of a connoisseur sampling a delicate wine. "Anyway, there's some things nature can't change, like the fact that you are going to kill yourself at the end of TY." "If you go on like this, I'm not the only one who's going to be killed at the end of TY," I threatened, rather irritated by this new-fangled postmodern angle of Fried Rice. "You wouldn't dare!" shot Fried Rice. "I'll tell the person on the Confessions page who loves me that you attempted to kill me." Thankfully, the bell rang, and I fled from the foyer. When I glimpsed him among the benches later, he was snoring peacefully below the shade of a table, no doubt dreaming of the days to come, where he could happily end every debate he had with me with the words, "Post-modernism!" -Badax 30 June 2014

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The End (?)

And finally, the semester and the academic draws to a close. And with it comes the realisation that there's only a year left to go. A year. Three hundred and sixty five days. That fact is definitely reinforced when you see your favourite seniors hugging each other (and you) and realise that you won't be seeing them again in the foyer! Sad much?

Chill. This isn't the end. As people sometimes say to comfort the nostalgia, "This is a new beginning." Well, for us SYs it certainly is! We're going to see a lot of changes in the next year. Friends will be in separate classes according to majors. Free lectures will be plentiful (with the exception of a few particular departments and professors), new professors will be coming in, new friends will be made. 

There's certainly going to be a lot of active writing from me. Guaranteed. I've already decided that when I graduate, this will be the thing that I miss the most. Apart from the innumerable friendships I've managed to form, and will form, and Fried Rice the cat, and my friend the spy at the chaat counter. 

With that rather standard introduction, I think we should get down to a non-standard reflection. A reflection of the days ahead, which will be non-studying, non-CIA-filled, non-sleepless, non-being-crushed-into-a-train, non-busy and generally chilled out. Well, isn't that what summer is all about! Unless of course you're going for an internship. Now that's another story, which I will some day tell.

As for this last day, I'm pretty sure most people have gone off celebrating in a certain place described most aptly by the non-technical term for solar radiation. Divided by departments, united by....

For those who haven't, they'll have gone home and slept. Am I right?

Happy holidays!

-Badax

29 March 2014

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Cross Faculty Courses

The one course in the new semester that almost everyone seems to be raving about is the cross faculty course, no matter what the subject is. Here are some of the reactions, listed course wise:

1) Zoology: The Secret Lives of Animals. We all made fun of the name when we heard about it. But my friends who've taken it describe it as the best decision that they've ever taken. In fact, the number of applicants for Zoology were so many, that some people didn't get it, though it was their first choice.

2) Astronomy: This course is said to be extremely good too. The best part, say the people who've taken it, is that there is no really mathematics involved making it far easier than what they'd previously imagined.

3) Web designing: I've just got one reaction, that it is a decent course, not very bad to go for either.

4) Physics: The other course offered apart from Astronomy, Physics apparently has a lot a practical demonstrations coming up, which sounds like fun if you don't like the types of Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory.

5) Chemistry: Now this one has rave reviews from the girls especially, because involves the chemistry behind colors and art. Chemicals mixed to form natural and synthetic dyes, fashion colors leading to fashion clothes - every girl's dream I guess.

6) Nutrition: People say that so far, they've just been studying elements of food, and the reproductive system. Food and sex. Well, I don't know about you but that sure sound like a good deal to me!

7) Botany: Some people find it freaky to know that plants can see you, feel you, and hear you. I say this. Plants have a life. What about you?

That's all I have for now. Watch this space for more!

-Badax

14 Nov 2013

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Semester 4.02

The new semester is finally here. And with it comes the cross-faculty course, the suspense of the first semester mark sheets, the happiness or unhappiness of getting back to college, the taste of canteen food, the messing up of sleep cycles and the hugs in the foyer.

I managed to make a close study of the people in college today, and found that there were several varied reactions to the beginning of the new semester.

Firstly, most obviously, there were the people who were extremely glad to get back to college. I had an 8 o'clock lecture today, and managed to reach college at 7:50. The minute I stepped into the first quad, I heard a girl scream "OH MY GOD I'M SO GLAD TO BE BACK!!!" The screaming continued in repeated and varying degrees for a while, with different words added each time, until everyone from every floor was looking down upon her, either nodding and smiling at her innocence or glaring at her, hoping she would just shut up.

The next group of people were at the opposite extreme: they simply hated getting back to college. "Why can't vacations last forever?" was the rhetorical question of the day. Well, if they did last forever, life would be just one long holiday wouldn't it? And we'd never appreciate holidays if we didn't have hardworking days to compare them with now, would we? (Insert annoying smiley face here.)

Next came the ones who were absolutely indifferent about it. For these people, college was simply a matter of traveling on the train/bus/car, sitting in class, listening to the professor, eating in the canteen and getting back home. Nothing more. No expressions or emotions whatsoever. It was just another day for them. 

Then there were the people who had been working in college through the vacations at various events, like Antas or Ithaka. These people were not very happy to have lectures stuffed into their already limited time to complete their work. From now on, work would consist of lesser meetings, lesser quality output or extended timings, sometimes going up to insane hours in college itself. A few of them were starting to stress out already, even before the semester began.

And finally there's the cool, impartial observer, whose name is printed below, at the end of this post. 

Welcome back.

-Badax

11 November 2013

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Ending the Semester

So, after nearly half a year of mind-bogglement, surprise, joy, fear, tension, anger, happiness, frustration and pretty much every emotion in the book, the semester has finally come to an end. Here are some of the facts and thoughts on/of life from this last semester:

-Zara Hatke was pretty okay. Not dreadful, pretty okay.

-CIAs were a bit of an issue this time - right in the middle of Malhar practice, and right after Malhar itself.

-The world of Xaviers was divided into two camps when the end sems time table was out: one, who celebrated the anticipation of a really long Diwali holiday, and the other who dreaded the anticipation of a tight end sam schedule.

-Submarine. Green sauce on pasta. Chicken Cotton Blue. Quite a bit of new food at the canteen. Not bad at all.

-Moaning and groaning sounds in the exam hall, turned out to be Schezwan's kittens mewling for a meal. Of course, some people invented their own theories about the sources of the cat-noises.

-Two papers in each subject are harder than one.

-What did the fox say? 

-Psychology students grumbling to anyone who'll listen about their problems in life.

-Couples in the foyer will be in the same places after we return. If they're still together.

-Cross-faculty course forms need to be filled up. Don't do what I did and put first priority on one subject and put priority no. 9 for every other. 

-On a happier note, with reference to the above factoid, no SPC next semester. Yay.

-We're all at a loose end. Sleep, eat, drink and waste as much as you like. Nothing beats college, honestly. Blues will happen.

Well, see you next semester!

-Badax

13 October 2013