I am blogging this on notepad just in case the virus kicks into place again. The wierdest thing possible just happened. There was this virus on my comp that frequently shows up and starts doing wierd things like chanigng everything I type into nb//- and repeatedly loops this. It also changes the colume like hell, and no matter what key you type on, it automatically holds down the ctrl and alt keys to bring down the menu associated with that function. So basically the only way to type anything at all is to bring up the symbols thingy in word and click on one letter at a time. Damn. Did something like "not blogging today because of virus" but that whole text changed into something like "nb//- nb//- nb/--" as soon as I copy + Pasted it into notepad. I am hoping like hell that this does not happen again. The point is this problem has been there since I purchased this computer. Now this guy came and changed the keyboard, and the whole thing began working again. I don't understand how the fuck in hell that happened. It just does not fucking make sense, how a dumb keyboard can change your volume, prevent certain programs from loading and basically messing up your comp big time.
Anyway, I have to blog about yesterday too, I went all the way to VT to see if my name had come in the list, but again there was no list in KC. Damn. But SIES is not a bad college. On the way over, the monsoons had already kicked in big time and there were like seven trains stuck one behind the other on the slow track. The fast track wasn't much affected and it ended up in CST only around twenty minutes late. The train also stopped at Bhandup, I donno for what reason. Harbour line was totally closed. Then, when I reached CST, I caught a 138 to churchgate, got down before the signal, the theatre was still showing batman returns but thats a huge flop here at least. My name wasn't there, and I walked back looking for a bus to catch to CST. Usually, I head over to mittal towers and catch the bus from there, but this time, I came back to church gate and walked back to CST. All those guys tried to sell me porn and pictures of Jesus on leaves, but I didn't succumb to any of these exteremely tempting offers, and ended up at the first shop that sells pirated cds. Just realised now that the tenth results are out. Want to see how my friends have fared. Anyway, i ended up there, and purchased NFS U2. The pics during the installation looked like the ending animated sequence from 2 fast 2 furious, but maybe that is on purpose. Anyway, that chick, forgot her name, walks around naked all the time, heather brooke, yeah, never really liked her, and she looks fat in u2. But the game never really started, I don't have enough RAM. in the twenty first century with 192 MB RAM is ont of the worst place you could be.
Here is, for the heck of it, twenty five worsts places you could be at
25) In hell. Yeah that just about makes it to the top twenty five.
24) In Mulund with a fast track watch or a cameraphone
23) In Iraq, with Bush presidenting the USA, and Saddam "presidenting" you.
22) In Marine drive, in the vicinity of a Cop, and female.
21) In the "Ladies" compartment of a Mumbai local when you are eleven. (young enough to be allowed with you mom, but old enough to... you know. I tell you, you can't look at anything but the cieling)
20) In a Mumbai Local. Any how.
19) In Jai Hind college. Worst canteen guy ever.
18) In Bhandup, with a fast track watch or a Cameraphone.
17) In the vicinity of the opnoxious fat bastard called Biswajit.
16) In Mulund.
15) In Karakatoa around a hundred and fifty years ago.
14) In the vicinity of any Mumbai cop anywhere.
13) In Iraq. Anyhow.
12) In SIES college of Arts Science and Commerce.
11) In DPS with a cameraphone
10) In the Ganga with a scratch (you'll get all the infections from hell).
09) In Kamatipura with money (Having no cash was the only thing that saved a on-the-way-to-become-a -journalist friend from a bunch of pimps)
08) In Currey Road with a handkerchief on your right hand (actaully not THAT bad - depends on how you look at it.)
07) In Dombivili with a fast track watch or a cameraphone
06) In Dadar with a bag. Any bag. Hell, in Dadar with expensive clothes. Hell, in Dadar full stop.
05) In a Mumbai Local with an Itch. (Seen people being there doing that - not a pretty sight.)
04) In Mumbai, out of doors in June (with or without umbrellas and raincoats - does not make any difference)
03) In the twenty first centuty with 192 MB RAM
02) In a temple with shoes (believe me, there is almost NOTHING worse than this)
01) In the vicinity of SK.
while THAT kept me distracted, and celebrating the use of my comp again by blogging even mroe nonsense than I normally do. If you have actually read this much, you desperately need a life. I am going to add that in my sidebar somewhere. In fact, if I don't stop writing now, I probably nee a life...
Hell. It's fun being dead. After I purchased the CD, I went to SIES, and saw tat te third list wasn't put up. Not too dissapointed, I came home. then went and played some badminton, after breaking the calculator over some argument.
My fater didn't scream at all, he had a load of important contacts in tat digital diary. Damn.
Pretty much won the badminton matches, but the club house wasn't dry after all, the water was leaking all over the place. will have to go to school now and see how the results were. Might not do tha, will just go to eden woods in the evening and find out.
then about today - might as well go there. After many futile attempts at fixing my defunct computer, I gave it up and called the repair guy. Who repaired it - by changing the keyboard, which is pretty wierd. Almost as wierd as 42.
Now I have got this new temporary keyboard, which does a load of cool things, like it has a www button, an e-mail button and all sorts of play/pause/mute controls. cool eh? Wanna buy something like this, will go do that now.
Ah well...
will stop this notepad blog right now, and probably go swim. Not in the mood but will get there real soon. Haven't swum in a long time - might as well go do it.
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