The end and the beginning

With 12 grueling hours topping off a largely similar week, my work draws to a close.

What this means to you: Articles on everything I've mentioned in the past but let slip.
What this means to me: Life. Liberty. The pursuit of the fairer sex. Or, as a friend put it,

"There'll soon be a billboard on Elliots Beach... "Wanted: Single Woman, any shape, size, age. Kindly contact the undersigned. Mod"

 

Rather than leave this a stub, I thought I would put in a few pieces of junk that are too small to occupy their own topics and interesting enough to warrant mention.

First, visit Wiki: Balls by Picasso for a well written entry that describes the literary society of NITT. Depending on when you decide to pay a visit, the status of availability of said site will vary. If you have a wiki account, post in the Talk section and vote against deletion ^_^.

Second, and with a slight shade of importance, are quotes. Not the quotable kind you get in RD (Ex. Love people. Use things. Never confuse the two.) but the kind that must be shared with the intensity of a roll. Mentioned below are actual snippets from a conversation we were having with a professor who is overseeing our project.

Prof: So, you're from Trichy. You know, that place is fit only for night schools. Because it is Tiruchi Raa Palli.
Us: He He... yeah...

Prof: Do you have all the data I gave you?
Us: Yes sir, we have it all filed.
Prof: Oh, that's not possible. Only if you're in Mech Engg., you can file everything.
Us: Ha. Ha. *cough*

Prof: Tell your friend Harshavardhan to be nice to people, or he will be called Harsh vardhan.
Us: Yeah...

Prof: (In MS Excel) Ah, I just managed to add 3 rows to the sheet. Now, I can order the same brand of tea (Go figure).

Prof: In a North Indian restaurant, there is limited variety - Rotis, sabzi and raita. Each is kept in a separate row. A customer eats there and complains that the sabzi provided isn't hot enough. Why?
Us: ??
Prof: Because it was kept in sabzi row!

(WARNING: Grand finale)
Prof: It is the year 2020. There has been a variant of avian flu that has killed most of the chicken on the planet. All the people are sad since tasty wings are out of the question now. I create a device that manages to cook crows (they aren't that tasty normally) and brings KFC back in business. Now, to patent my invention, what do I call it?
Us: *Blank stare*
Prof: Mycrowprocessor!
Us: *Facepalm*

We hope you enjoyed it.
And I'll try to make up for this with a few good posts ^__^.