My noise

We always have something or the other to report without being as desperate as India TV or the like. A lot has been happening around here. Here are the top headlines :

1. Baccha B wing aa gaya
Baccha Bhand has recently shifted to the B wing with his room mate, Diesel. The event met loads of appreciation from the residing B wingers. However, some persons seemed to be unhappy with the change. In retaliation to the move, they stole Diesel's mattress as a sign of dissent. As a result, Diesel has had to sleep on the floor for the past two days. He complained to the local authorities saying, "Humaare Angrez desh mein hum kabhi zameen par nahi sote the."

Bhand, however, was very happy with the proceedings and seemed to be inert to the mattress being stolen from him room. "Bas hum B wing aa gaye hain. Gadda kho jaana toh bahut choti cheez hai." he said, much to the annoyance of his roommate.

2. B 108 is now 19 ptr room
That's right. Dassi has shifted to B wing as well. With his advent, B 108 is now officially the most intelligent room in the hostel. The prev highest was Warden's room at 18.4 ptr. B 108 with 19 pts, has taken over that repute. His shifting process, unfortunately, was without event.

3. Mega thief on loose
Rumors are flying around about a super thief who walked into a hostel room by breaking the lock on its door and stole some Rs. 3000. How far this is true is unknown to the TNNU team, but we will keep updating you as soon as we hear more news.
Btw, the hostel supervisor and warden were on high alert and were seen patrolling the hostel in the morning.

4. Baba - the most important person
In a recent survey held in B wing, Baba was voted the most important personality of the wing. Last year's winner was Sardy, but due to unfortunate circumstances, he had to shift to new areas. On a different note, Baba has also been awarded 'The most promising politician' award because of his tremendous ability to campaign.

5. Last but not the least
Popliss has been rumored to have been dating an RI partner. He was heard defending himself saying, "Arey RI means Relationship Internship na?". Aside from that, he has decided to play it cool and deny all allegations. He roommate , Raj11, has been complaining about Popliss's sudden voracious appetite for romantic music (Especially Enrique), a sudden spurt in his carrom and 29 skills, and a sudden inability to sleep at night.

That is all the news for today. Do visit our website http://fieldleftblank.blogspot.com/ for more news updates.

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It was nearly dawn break when Bhand staggered out of Cancer's bar. A balmy breeze made him pull his coat tighter around him. He had barely managed to reach the road when he saw a figure blocking his way. Jhalla Baba was in his police uniform as usual, with a scowl upon his face. He was thoroughly unimpressed with the bacchanalian body stumbling towards him.

"Stop!", he ordered. "What makes you think you can wander in B wing in that state?". His voice was baleful, if anything.

Bhand flinched at the sight of this pain-in-the-ass in human form. "Leave me alone" he muttered with whatever little consciousness he had left. "I am just going home". He drew himself to a somewhat erect position and made an audacious lunge to get away from the policeman. Unfortunately, his attempt was balked by a stone wall he didn't seem to have noticed. Rather augustly, he crashed into the wall, nose-first and collapsed onto the ground. Baba smirked and walked up to the eagle-spread Bhand on the pavement. He grinned avuncularly at the figure on the ground. "Up to your usual mischief?" he asked him. "I know who you are, and I know how to handle banal folks like yourself" said baba kneeling down next to Bhand, who was by getting really pissed with baba's austere behaviour.

"You are the wannabe B winger, Bhand, aren't you?" said baba again, and allowed himself a smile. "Why do you keep coming to the B wing? It is simply an atrophy of your precious time, I tell you. You would be smart if you took my astute advice when I say, 'go back to your village'. But then of course, it's all up to you. If you choose to hang around in my wing, you'd better be careful. One wrong step, one sign of beset, and I'll be breathing down your neck like an angry pack of bloodhounds and make sure you atone for your crimes." Bhand had heard baba belabor his points before. It was a shame he was beholden to listen to policemen. All their badinage were not good for his temper at all.

Baba was blah-blahing away as usual. Bhand couldn't make sense of what he was saying. He seemed to have transcended into a beatific, bardic state. For all that Bhand cared, it was no more than a verbal barrage to his interests. He held up a hand in front of baba's face and balked his attempts at philosophy. "I beseech you to stop." he said finally, when his voice had been restored. "Such besmirched gibberish is not behoove for this moment, officer. I shall consult you at my leisure some other time when I feel like being beguiled. Unit then, with a hand shake and a beneficent word, I shall take my leave. You have beleaguered me enough for tonight."

Baba looked like an awl had been driven through his testicles. He began to belie Bhand's statement, but the latter had already got up to leave and before baba could protest, Bhand had made a beeline for the alley's sole exit.

[To be continued...]

I had nothing better to do. I have been reading Barron's GRE wordlists and I keep getting astounded by the sheer number of words I have never come across. So I here's an article that contains numerous words from the first 4 word lists of Barron. If you have gone through wordlists 1 to 4, it could be great practice to read the article and recollect the meaning you have mugged up so far. ;) [At some places I might have tried too hard to insert a word from the list, it might be fairly obvious]. I hope some of you might find it useful. I've bolded the words from the list to make it easier for you guys ;)

Do comment if you liked it. I'll think of writing more such articles.


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A long time ago, there was a kingdom far-far away from everywhere. The very existence of this secret land was known to but oh so precious few and the much aggrandized aestheticism of the kingdom was whispered from ear-to-ear as allegories of the time. The aborigines named this mystical land 'B Wing' or Beta-Wing (They were inspired by Sci-Fi would be my guess).

Over this great land ruled the mighty Virus (yes, mighty in every aspect). He was an amulet to the citizens, and in their own amorous fashion, they had adorned him with an appellation that was to serve as an allusion to the ardor they had for him. "Arbiter" they called him and it was an apotheosis in itself. He was seen as the bearer of peace, the messiah as it were. He was ever willing to absolve mistakes if he was convinced it was adventitious.

Into this kingdom that was agog with happiness and joy, came Bhand. He had absconded from the abutting village and he had abstruse adulation for the kingdom that lay beyond the realm of his own. It wasn't as if he hadn't been admonished about the dangers that may lie in entering the kingdom in the dead of the night. Many a friend had grown tired of adjuration. Despite the ambivalence, Bhand decided to chance his arm and steal into the borders of Virus's empire. The tales he had heard were too alluring to resist. For you see, Bhand live in a 'dry' village, if you know what I mean.

Walking quickly, he stopped at a bar near an apothecary's signboard. Cancer was tending the bar, cleaning up some ancillaries at the end of an arduous day. Bhand strode up to the counter and slammed his fist on the table. Cancer turned around, rather surprised at the anachronism of the visitor.
"Dont just f**k around" shouted Bhand amok. "Hand me a beer you cheap bartender!"
Cancer raised an eyebrow at the animadversion but said nothing and slid a bottle across the counter.
Bhand spoke nothing until his thirst was assuaged. Askance, he thumped the bottle back on the table. Assaying Cancer with an apathetic eye, he asked for another round. Cancer was used to such abusive behavior. For a moment he abstained himself, but then spoke as he handed the stranger another beer.

"From what I apprehend, you don't seem to be from this town."

"Well I am, you may have never seen me, yeh filthy scum."

Cancer was perhaps affronted by this acrimonious attitude. Maybe it was time to show this stranger that people could see through his artifice. People of this kingdom were far from asinine.

"What's with the antagonism?" , asked Cancer once Bhand's heavy huffing and puffing had abated. "It is you who is in an abject condition. You would do well to be altruistic."

"I don't need any of your wisdom, thank you. You can do well to hand me another beer with some alacrity. Its the only anodyne I need."

"Are you an anarchist or something?"

"Nay. Far from it. You could call me an apostate" said Bhand between hiccups.

Cancer was apprehensive of Bhand's state as he consumed one beer after another. Maybe at the apogee of the night, this man could be far from ambulatory. The amoral had to be done.

"Just get up and leave. You are getting too drunk and its too late in the night." said Cancer, who seemed to have abdicated his duties and was now sitting on a stool himself. "It's not that I abhor you, but I think I have to abrogate you for today."

With a rather weary nod, Bhand disappeared through the arcade and into the sleepy night.

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PS: Of course, I couldn't cover all the words, there were too many. But I've tried to leave out only those words that are fairly common in our vocabulary.

I have enlisted what I believe to be the top ten mysteries of the years I have been in college.

10. What meebo means when he says 'wahaan', 'woh' and 'us din'.

9. What Saaki does all day.

8. Who reported the booze gang.

7. Who is the 'non-flushing' group using our washrooms.

6. Who is the person who eats chips, biscuits etc in the third Bathroom on A wing side.

5. Who is that eco-friendly personality who turns off the water cooler on the hottest days.

4. Who is the person who repeatedly locks the wing's doors from the outside

3. Where does Randi dissappear every evening and every sunday.

2. What does Chidiya do in the RC.

1. Who made blade an OP.

Will you forgive me for what I have done,
though it were done before?
For what I've become?

Will you forgive the place that's true to me
-that I call home
where I am meant to be?



Would you heal the pain I have indoor?
but it wont suffice,
for I have more.

Would you lend me the power to see
what my tomorrow
has in store for me?

"Bai kahaan hai yaar!" cried Naks from somewhere inside the bedroom. It was well past 1pm and Naks was accustomed to being woken up by the bai early in the morning at 10. Nigs was awake though (Somewhat). He was lounging in the living room on the make-shift beds that lay there. He opened half an eye when he heard Naks's voice, but didn't bother to reply. It was all part of the charm of the hideout. He turned over on the bed to see Naks stumble into the room coughing his brains out.

"Bai kahaan hai yaar?" Naks repeated, rather uselessly.
"Arey why are you asking me? You took her phone number na? Call your darling bai up and ask her where she is for yourself.", Nigs mumbled from between the folds of sheets.

Naks groaned slightly as he settled down on the bed next to Nigs. He coughed loudly again and almost puked. "You know what?", he said, turning to a Nigs who was desperately trying to get some sleep. Nigs uttered a dissapproving grunt that Naks took to be a sign of interest. He went on, "You remember that girl I had been hitting on? You thought she was out of my league na? Too sophisticated for me. Ha ! Guess what? She is really beginning to show interest now. She even gave me her phone number. Look." He shoved his phone in Nigs's face. Nigs uttered a monotonic 'hmm' to satisfy his roommate and turned away again.

"Where is the bai yaar?"

Nothing could have pleased Nigs more than a sucker-punch in Naks face. Instead he replied, possibly for the last time, "Arey you have her number na? Call her, you idiot." Naks was amazed by the enlightening idea. "Arey badhiya baat kahi tumne, Nigs. I'll call her after I brush." He stumbled to his feet and coughed rather horrendously. "Hang on," *cough* "I'll brush-" *cough* "-and call her." Scratching his newly shaved head, he headed off to the bathroom.

Naks's phone rang next to Nigs. Any onlooker would have told you, it was the last nail in the coffin. A sleep-deprived Nigs is very capable of toppling any Most-wanted list on his day. It was the bai. "Main aaj nahi aa rahi," said her voice on the phone. "Main bimaar hoon".
"Theek hai.", said Nigs smartly. "Koi baat nahi". He clicked the phone shut.

"Who was it?", came Naks's question to which Nigs had no hesitation in replying. "It was our good friend Mika. He will come a bit late today."

"Oh, ok" said Naks from the bathroom and began humming a very irritating tune. Back in the living room, it was action time. It was really simple action though. Not fit for the script of a thriller movie. For you see, it was merely a matter of swapping numbers on a cell-phone. The bai and the sophisticated girl had now exchanged phonebook personalities.

Nigs placed the phone back on the bed as Naks entered in the room again. "Lao, give me the phone." he said, but picked it up himself when Nigs failed to respond. Nigs turned around in his bed to satisfy his now-aroused curiosity as Naks dailed the bai's number stored on his cellphone. Nigs grinned as he heard the phone ring at the other end.

"Hello", said Nakul as someone answered the phone.
"Hi, Naks!" came the rather excited and accented reply. Naks raised an eyebrow. He never knew that his bai was an angrez.

"Aap ghar nahi aayin?", he inquired, rather puzzled.
"What?" came the equally, if not more, puzzled reply. "Why would I come to your place?"

Naks stared at the phone for a second and then at Nigs. He covered the mouthpeice and hissed, "Nigs, did you know our bai knows english?" Nigs gave a broad smile and shook his head.
Naks got back to the phone rather confidently. Maybe this bai was pretty hot after all. He always had the hots for her, but had somehow been turned off by the lack of sophistication in her. Now this was an altogether new perspective of the bai.

"Arey aap yahaan pe kaam karti hain na? Flat 216? Aur aaj subah aap nahi aayin?"
"What are you saying, Naks? I don't work for you."

Nigs was shivering with excitement. He was tremendously pleased with the way this was heading.

"Kya baat kar rahin hain aap? Phir kaise kamaati hain?". You could have pushed Nigs over with a leaf. He couldn't believe Naks was dumb enough to ask such a question.

"What?! To hell with you! What work do I do there?"
"Arey aap hi toh yahaan saaf safayi kartee hain! Bhool kaise gayin?"
"OH SHIT! Naks, you a***ole. You think I am some kaam waali bai? Go to hell. [Hangs up]"

Naks stared at the phone again. Nigs was struggling to control his laughter. Naks finally turned to Nigs and said, "Yaar, our bai is hot! And she is playing hard-to-get."

Ramlal is just too common a name. It was the first thing that came to my mind when I read his name-tag. I leant back and allowed his bright orange cloth to blanket me from the neck down. Now that I thought of it, I didn't know any other Ramlal. I wonder I thought it was common. The 14-inch tv rested precariously on the mantlepiece overhead. Maybe customers were not supposed to watch tv. It was only for the men at work I figured.

I looked around while Ramlal went into the back corner of the shop to fumble inside a drawer. I, however, was confined to that barber chair. My view from that humble perch was to be my world for the next few minutes. In vain, I tried to get a better view of the tv. The audible commentary was drawing my curiosity to that little box. It doesn't matter if you are the most extraordinary person on earth. When you are in India, cricket seeps into your viens. It is simply impossible to stay away from it. A few seconds of struggle later, I withdrew to my fate. My watching tv was not meant to be.



Ramlal walked back slowly, staring at the tv. His open mouth revealed a rather unhealthy paan-chewing habit. He put the final nail in the coffin by pushing my head downwards. So much for my attempts to watch tv. I drifted into the open-eyed slumber that I so often use, whether in class or when studying. It was only when Ramlal shouted "Arey yaar!" that I woke up. The rather excited commentator informed me of a run-out. Ramlal was cursing under his breath. "Inko khelna hi nahi aata hai", he muttered through clenched teeth. I silently prayed for his anger to be not reflected in my hair-cut. I decided to calm him, even if it was just a bit.

"Rajasthan ke fan ho kya?", I inquired politely, referring to the Rajasthan royals team that was batting. "Haan yaar" came the reply as I felt his scissors furiously snipping through my hair. "Yeh log yahaan se bhi haar jayenge". The instrument in his hand was gathering speed. My internal alarm went off. Something had to be done soon, or the end would not be pretty. "Arey tension kyon le rahe ho? Abhi toh bahut batting baaki hai. Yusuf bhi baaki hai na."

That seemed to have done the trick. The metal blades came together with relative ease now. "Haan, woh bhi hai", he said grinning at me through the mirror. "Dekhte hain". He followed his words, staring up at the tv while his tool lazily cut through my hair.

"Ok." I thought to myself. "Let's weigh the options. Furious barber vs Blind barber." In the end I decided to let the blind barber do his work. After all he was a professional. I glanced at him in the mirror. He stared open-mouthed at the tv, at Yusuf who had just come in to bat. He seemed to be least bothered about the goddam customer occupying the chair in front of him. I figured I am really bad at all this. I should be the last person to try and talk sense into people.

God must have intended Baroda to be His hot oven but instead thought it would be rather fun if he made people live there instead. If that is his opinion of humor, I strongly condemn it. In the crackling, pain-in-the-ass high 40's this is possibly the driest heat in the whole of Gujarat. At least Ahmedabad has its Sabarmati and Surat has its Narmada. Baroda has a naam-ke-waaste Sursagar lake that is more famous for the pav-bhaji on its shores than for its water. In this sweltering heat, I headed to my nearest ICICI bank to undertake the rather shitty procedure of paying my college fees.

For those whose are not from our magnificent institute (heavy sarcasm), the procedure requires us to deposit a DD of the amount and a special form along with it. It some weird collaboration they have established with ICICI bank. But it seems they forgot to inform the employees of the bank about this great treaty. A lot of you by now would have already begun to snigger at my plight with the mercury hitting 48 and with this seemingly alien 'form' at the local ICICI bank.

Ever had a bad day? It is the day when you are tired as hell and just want your task to be gotten over with and you are faced by possibly the dumbest clerk on the face of the planet. Yes, there he was. Holding my form in one hand and the other hand scratching lazily at a region in the proximity of his groin.



"What is this?", he asked me. I awoke from the half-slumber I had drifted into while he had been assessing the form. "It's a form to submit my college fees.", I said, although I was pretty confident it was going to be of no help.

"Toh mujhe kyon de rahe ho?". I swear to God, he was lucky that there was nothing blunt and heavy within my arm's reach that I could clobber him with. I counted to ten under my breath. It had never been so painstakingly difficult. "I am supposed to submit it here. See the ICICI bank ka sign on top? This is ICICI bank right?"

For a few seconds he stared at the sign. I half expected him to hold to the light to verify its validity or whatever. "Sahi baat hai.", he said, most unnecessarily. "Bada special college hai kya tumhaara?" He laughed at his own joke and glanced at me as if beckoning me to join him. I gave him a sort of a sneer in reply. He was too caught up in the humor of his joke to notice. After what seemed like a year in DoTA time, he got up and leant over to the cubicle to his left. "Aanu suu karvaanu?", he asked the clerk next to him. "Thappa lagayi de ane student copy paachi aap", came the deft reply. May the stars bless that clerk.

Giving me a rather sheepish smile, he stamped the form with surprising dexterity for a person so slow in the head and handed the student copy back to me.

Slit from the throat to the top 'f your
chest and your fcking, flaying arms
See darkness quiver before your eyes
Watch death consume you before you fall

Feel me crush your broken bones,
Smell my ruthless breath upon your neck
You're my fcking trophy (I'll hang you up)
You are my fcking corpse !
Now diee !


So tell me, who is your Fcking God now, Mortal
Who's your fucking God?
Where's the God who kept you alive, Scum...
Where's that fucking God now?

Shut up and die !!
Don't look around, don't whimper
Just die !!


Never saw it coming, did you?
Never saw it pass you by
Never saw me kneel now, did you?
Never thought you'd die ... At my hands !

I am not kidding. The temperature here is in the mid 40s. It is about one in the afternoon. The air is still and dry. And outside my house is a baraat in full swing. The noise, as usual, is unbearable. How these people are managing to dance in the sweltering heat to that sickening music beats me. There is a whole bunch of kids and adults alike, dressed in the most suffocating attire you can imagine, dancing away to "beats waale" songs.

Dance Gujju Dance. Live Gujju Live. So much for that.

As I rest peacefully at home, there lie before me a host of articles that have been demanded. I shall list out the demands without naming the demandees. Readers are most welcome to criticize a certain topic. Please feel free to use the comments (I never moderate any comments ;) )

"Semiotics of ChiChi"
"The Battle of the Booze gang"
"What love means to me"
"Who are the welders?"
"Is BTF the real MATKA warriors?"
"How to write a good article" (I dont know why this has been demanded. I am a very ordinary writer, I assure you.)
"The tragedy that is Nakul Gupta"

I found the last topic extremely hillarious when it was brought to my notice (I am sure many you did too). So, I shall endeavour to fulfil the request as soon as possible. Until then, have fun. And ya, fakeipplplayer rocks.

I've just realized how difficult it is to come up with something to write that is non-controversial, original and non-boring. Each time I think of something to write, I realize that somebody, somewhere has already written about it, and has written way better than I can ever dream of writing. Take my comedy scripts for example. At some point or the other in the plot, they seem to run into one of P.G. Wodehouse's works, and not even in my wildest dreams can I think of penning down words that can equal his standards. I drift off mainstream comedy, and I run into either lack of originality or into words that are better off not said. If I quit comedy altogether, I am downright boring. One of my friends once told me, "If you want people to read what you write, write something humorous because honestly, you are not good at anything else." This was after he read my article on "eLitmus" on this blog.

All this in the midst of my exams, I must add. Now that my exams are over, I've got time to kill, stories to tell and people to cheer up. The week prior to exam results is by far the most cheerless week (It even beats the week just before the exams in its tense silence, nervous breakdowns and sweaty palms).

"What use is it? Why are we living? We will simply die, and no one will think of us. There will be a portrait of you or me up on the wall, with a fresh garland for about a week. After that, people will simply walk past, and even the garland would be a plastic one." - Goggi, two hours after the SEn exam.

A couple of days back, I made a feeble attempt to revive the Music Room. The music room, before this attempt, did not have a mike. Without it, there is absolutely no way a vocalist can be heard over the din of the drums and the electric guitars. (Not that the mike is of too great a help either.) I approached Funkk, our technical head for a mike. He was genuinely surprised that there was none in the music room. I explained to him - "Kya karein yaar, yehi izzat milti hai humein yahaan". Any other onlooker would have clapped and sobbed his heart out at that dialogue, but Funkk bhai (a.k.a. Hitler) was unmoved of course. Half an hour of convincing later, I procured a mike for 2 hours. From now on, I will need a formal mail to the Cultural Committee each time I want a mike. Very convenient indeed. I am so proud of the system we have in place.

Then again there was the pre-placement exam. An unbelievable 15 out 200 students passed (That's right, this is no typo). Alright, if you were the placement guy, what would you make of that? I could think of the following:
1) The test sucked. There is no way such a catastrophic result could come to hand.
2) The students suck. There is no way these morons could have made it through AIEEE in the first place.
3) The college sucks. It has managed to make dumb-asses out of the quite brilliant students that entered the institute.

I think they have gone for option 2, judging by the mail that has been sent to the students. I might have agreed if it weren't for a few facts -
-The only 50 pointer of our batch (10 pointer in 5 semesters) did not make it through.
-Out of the 15 students that passed, 7 were CAT-Trainees (was this a placement test or a CAT test?).
-The most brilliant persons from the Gaon (a.k.a. raj11 and Rangbaaz) did not make it through.
-Virus made it through.

What more do I say? It is not the students that have failed; The system has failed.

I feel the need to thank some of the 2005 batch guys personally, so here goes :

I would like to thank

Chito - For being my first inspiration in college.
Sid Lal - For showing me, even Entelechy is possible with sheer dedication.
Anushree - For showing me, there are high-flying people who are humble as well.
Camo - For showing me that a Dota game can be won with great leadership even if the opp is much stronger.
Abhinav Krishna - For showing me writers can be pretty hip as well.
Rohan - For showing me how conveniently one can run away with prize money without giving a treat.
Kanni - For convincing me how valuable a WOW account is.
Rohit Bhagya - For showing me, you dont have to be cool to be a dude.
Hummer - For some seriously imba career advice, and for convincing me that Ganja is not good for health.
Glaze - For showing me, I am not as thin as I think.
Bssr - For the rather ironic statement in my first game as Techies - "Nice suicide re PoPe"
Charan - For telling me my ecampus password in the middle of a Dota game
x6 - For being the first andhrite dota player to talk to me in hindi when he asked ,"Ghar ja raha hai kya?"
Crypt - For showing me that you dont have to be bad at studies if you are a gamer.
Zephyr - For re-introducing me to AOE and for all his tips in the game.
Logan - For being the first person to kick me out of an AOE server.
Goon - For the statement "Shit! Cancer has been around so long I thought he is in my year"
Keeks - For showing me how popular one can be by being a noob at Dota
Anil Kishore - For being the neighbour I talked with only on DC.
Termi - For being a truly inspirational CS to Dota story.
Moor - For being one of the few people who knew me by face before knowing me as Cancer.

I might have missed out a few people. I'll keep adding to the list.

Okay, I admit, we should have put a lot more thought into this by now. But we are admittedly a rather confused lot and we definitely need food for thought.

'Welders' is the name of our band suggested by Bhagwanji and upheld by our drummer, Wrath. It was also rather sarcastically suggested that we wear welder masks whenever we appeared on stage for a gig. With the 6th semester heavy on our hands and our brains running out of creativity, we haven't really bothered to argue about the name for our band. Hopefully, in our last year of college, the biggest improvements would be - a good name for the band and a decent bass guitarist.

Our college and especially our batch has an explosion of guitarists and vocalists I must say. Thankfully, two of the best are in our band. We also possess the sole drummer of our batch. Violah Wrath! As for the vocalists, it was a rather random toss-up, and somehow I managed to find my way in. Nearly a year since we came together. A couple of us have already considered dropping out for a better career in music. All those dreams have been laid to rest for now though.

Where have reached? What do we play? Tricky questions indeed. It is our dream to play some serious Thrash Metal with hints of Alternative Metal. The guys with the instruments are upto it. We only need a touch of co-ordination and a few ounces of practise to rise to decent levels of metal performances. My vocals are still lacking though. It is hard to maintain the raspy voice over the duration of half a dozen songs. I guess I am the weakest cog in the machine for now ;).

Of course there is a missing gear - the bass guitarist. There are so many people who play the guitar in our batch that we thought it would never be a problem. But it has turned out to be. There is yet to be a person who has seriously and with great intent picked up the bass guitar. Until we would probably have to manage without it.

What to play is probably the biggest dilemma. It is very hard to find songs that each one of us is capable of performing. There are songs that have extremely difficult solos. There are songs whose vocals are totally beyond me or UT. There are songs with prominent bass. And there are songs with incredible drums. We have to carefully avoid such songs and pick a playlist. For now, we seem to have settled on some simpler songs of Megadeth, Metallica, Judas Priest and Nirvana. We hope to do a bit of COB, Lamb of God and Arch Enemy sooner than later. Let's see how that works out. Also the original needs a lot of working on. It is tougher that most people think, to come up with a quality original.

I am sure we would greatly appreciate it if you guys could suggest a name for the band for a start ;).