Read the signs..

When god doesnt want you to go to the office.. he tells you. Here….. dont fucking get out of your bloody bed.

1. Its freaking raining.
No, I am an honest and earnest and sincere bitch who will go to office no matter what.

Here mofo..take the next blow.
2. Traffic Jam
So what, better late then never. quiet not…but sort of. I will reach the office…sometime today.

Bloddy rascal…you shall walk on the bog before you reach the office.
3.Puddle in front
Aint no mountain..high enough. Aint no valley low enough…. la la la.

Fuck you here…face the hunger now.
4. Reaching late==>breakfast is over. Since there is no power..no sandwiches/juices either.
Alright..alright… I have been foolish, am sure I can remain hungry for a while.

5. Elevators are not working
wtf,..

6. Lab network is down
Oh..son of a..!!!!!

I have mooe’d

Catch me on the other *site*.. To err is Binary. what? it is!! or this could be a great opportunity to let of go of .. I dont know..severely beating your head against the wall!!
Down with this silly url…

All in a day..

The bad day
Waking up on the wrong side of bed may not apply here. I dont have an other side of the bed.. when it is pushed up against the wall!! Yet I manage to do so ..ofcourse metaphorically.
Some days like the on I had today are scathed by the sheer inactivity, half owing to the weary eyed self and half owing to the 2 hours worth of mind numbingly stupid questions put up by the “powerpuff gals” (which wanted me to cry and laugh at the same time). No airconditioning, no display for one whole hour… just playing victim to their fly trap seminar parades which doesnt even carry enough importance to gather an audience around. STUPID….

The Dream
Tired, and letting the heat wave take the best out of me (goodness of my heart,my humility.. et. al ), I reached home
smeared in dirt. Headed for a siesta only to be interrupted by the strange phantasmagorical which I cannot assign to the events happening in the real life. I have absolutely no idea where did it come from.
I had visions of anthony hopkins who was dressed in white , and he was on bent on his knees, explaining better ways to fart and deliver babies. (I absolutely have no idea.. what its about). He is certainly scheming to take over the world as I sensed it. I witnessed abduction of a very pregnant kate winslet by the “hassasin” ,from within our college campus (what was she doing there to begin with) . As I and AP (I have no idea why was he there) went to report this in the “bawana thana” (am just quoting what their board said), we see a not so pregnant kate winslet interrupting us to say that she was there..and not abducted at all.
And then I woke up. I dont know if I have been watching too much lost.. may my mysterious adventures be benign.. and may not amount to clinical madness.

The salesman
We are not frequented by salesmen, specially not the ones who are selling alternative to Microsoft powerpoint!!
But their claims from being an MBA student always makes my parents lend them a patient hearing. Sometimes a demo too.
When I was young, I was made to pick up from the something from their collection of encyclopedias (hence the addiction to wikipedia.. a never dying thirst to bear useless chunks of information.. that too not sufficient enough to win quizzes and stuff). This doorbell played an important role of saving my the utterly engrossing mystery of pregnant kate winslet!

random..

The birthday that was..

This birthday kicked each previous birthday’s ass. Dont have many reasons.. but for one.. I had no birthday party and cake. Now you might think how sad it was, but if you slightly know me.. you would know how much I hate cliches. I hate every cliche so much that I never say that to anybody.. because its cliched! I hate cliches so much.. that I once wanted to be the last person to be wishing some body on their birthday. (We dont talk much now ).
So.. no cakes, no embarassing out loud singing of hideous birthday song, no candles… heaven!
Loads of HCF.. with some chinese. How did the day go?? Well.. cooler, comfy clothes (you see.. I hardly dress up for anything..), dexter season 1.. with unlimited supply of cola and ice!! My favorite dishes for breakfast and lunch.and a quiet sunday afternoon…. ! hmm…

Dexter

Now I always get the reaction.. “‘s lab”?? No. I say. Its a show about a serial killer who happens to be a forensic blood spatter analyst. Strange? yes. I was left confused by the strange nonchalance of it, as protagonist sits with a grin in front of dismembered body with the severed head kept has cherry on the naked abdomen. Creepy.
But as the show progressed, despite of hardly (or hardly wanting to) relate to it, it gets entertaining.
Certainly enjoyed it.

The Romantics

This book I have arranged, is probably the best example of effortless writing. It speaks of life I have always wanted. A fresh start, a new city and river flowing through it, golden sunset, misty mornings. I wonder will life be as idyllic as I want it to be.

Encounters of the third kind.. its still part 1.

Just got over watching some Bollywood classics.. “Sautan ke saat din”, “Teri Patni” and “Mawali -the play boy” I decided to get back to the encounter posts that are plodding their way to popularity (of course..)

I know the title thing is not funny any more.. (or was it funny to begin with?). But how would I differentiate those thousands of bloggers who with an air of smugness about it..are writing (in)sanity into their pages…

To Reminisce.. is a funny thing. And to make it public is even funnier.
But I would take the risk of exposing several layers of my thought process.. and help you jump to conclusions about such hideousness that my twisted mind is.. a trail you were set on the day you met me.

so..where were we?

Rise and Fall of iDCE
Do you remember once .. when I kept writing for this thing called iDCE. And when I wrote about condoms and singlehandedly got us thrown from the college’s domain. (I am thinking of putting it up again.. as a part of vintage posts)
Well.. iDCE was a marvellous idea to begin with, engaging and entertaining as it was, I think it was marred by inaction on our part. But the titanic is too far from coming afloat again.. (or will it.. someday in the middle of the night!)..so no blame games!
Actually there were three editions..
one that got us started
one that got us thrown out.
and our ultimate issue on our own domain…
So then we got some hits, it was a good week. I enjoyed for whatever period we could keep it alive.. and before we knew…we were sort of falling apart. We even tried to revive it with the domain of ours.. (Those poorly spent 1600 hundred bucks) 8 people’s share it was.
While our 1600 bucks never got compensated for by the college .. some poor bastards got their crappy magazine printed on glossy paper .. last nail in the coffin!
Now I spend my times.. pointing out all the errors they make in those silly issues made available in print (Something we never got even slightly close to)
sigh…
but its all cool. I had fun.. infact I had the most fun writing that condom article.. am all in for free speech suckers

note: “we” from here on refers to (Me, Aastha, Abhishek,Swati,AP,Rashmi,Sunil,Siddhant)
Roadies Roadies
I invent the weirdest of the games. And yes this would be credited to me
What started off as “pointer to me” where the players would have to point to some other player(yes.. raise an arm and point a finger at somebody). And the one who is not a part of cycle or one who has the most pointers to him/her would be eliminated. I never won. Sort of a punishment for inventing this bizarre thing.
As conspicuous as it would get, some people in class took us for raving mads. Sometimes it looked like a very bad courtroom drama.We had to adapt the game to the environment of Anshu madam’s labs, full of inactivity.
So we started to vote people on little white paper chits.. Roadies style.
Once you are voted off, you are expected to dip your chair further below the remaining contestants (Bless those chair with jacks and stuff). And there would be strange twists brought in.. all sort of wild card gimmick.
We are one strange bunch load of people who hang out!!

Another game I invented.. but never took off was right before our compiler lab viva. It was called the bit shifting game.. where you stand in a circle and physically perform the circular shifts . It was not that fun.. but full of thought.. learning and you gained real insight from it
I remember Rajender saying “Kya kar rahe hain ye..” when he saw us attempting to play that game (PS Rajender.. we owe you a post..)
Once we played dumb charades in the microprocessor labs with Anshu Madam. Some serious fun is what I am talking about .
So..in short.. if you are yet to come in contact with us.. please think twice. If you already have.. we mourn for your loss . We are..after all an acquired taste.

Encounters of the second kind – part 1

Well.. for who have not followed this poorly written, tasteless spate of my sketchy recollections.. I have only two things to say..
1. “Not any more “.
2. My firs post was titled.. “Encounter of the first kind – part1″

So..kindly note… I decided to keep the part -1 in the title, because doing otherwise would have been … normal! Also note..that I am shameless enough to point that..so that you may take notice…and….well you know.. .

Picking things exactly from where I left off..

of hitting fists and broken wrists
still in second semester..
3rd quarter of the class, assigned to the electrical measurements lab , first floor.. with a guest faculty (whom I know went on to set the entrance paper for IP that year). Working with wires…something I hated since school. I remember standing next to Khurana and Rajender while doing the experiments… nothin more I can say..about it..can I.
I remember a day, when I helped Kanika out in one of her experiments when her whole group had disappeared from the lab. That was one of my first encounters with her as such. Less did I know that next week she would be playing “who has stronger fist” with me. Boy…she hits hard!
There was nothing much exciting about the PEE lab..

Mech Science labs were fun. With those chairs with hydrolic jacks fitted in them, we couldnt resist a collective swivel whenever the teacher looked away. It was there.. when I had my first interactions with Kriti. Talking about music…I began to sing Zombie and that is how we did not become the best of friends (of course there is more to that)
I remember saying a crude version of “You like it when people poke fun at you” in front of what…10 people. And that is how I got her all worked up.
“Think before you speak” said Kanika.
I didnt even know that it hurt that bad, kartik told me about her lid..blown off. am I in trouble?
but then… when you are not the closest of friends… you really should not take liberties. So..a lesson in public behaviour coming my way..
about a whole semester of not saying hi’s and a whole semester of avoiding glances… when we finally got
past that awkward..”You-must-be-sorry” regime.. my car broke her hand.
A flat tyre, a borrowed jack, an old car..and a kriti jumping on the wrench.. => broken wrist
Now that is a clear sign. A little divinity and a little stupidity can screw things over.

Paper that wasnt
There came the third semester, and we all got to meet NSR. Our first tryst with the Information and technology department.. then HOD of which had locked his room never to return. Nothing much happening in thir semester apart from us “breaking up” with Khurana ..after the slapgate scandle. (I have been told not to write about it..so… )
Anyway.. I also remember Sunil’s insatiable thirst for analog electronics. Just before the vivas… he kept drawing all sorts of crazy circuits with a condensor here and there.. throwing me and Siddhant into absolute state of perplexity! Almost brought to tears..when he screwed his AE paper bad . Not that I worked wonders in it…
Friends
This is when we started talking to Aastha (and would talk hours and hours the night before every paper)… rather she started to eat our lunches
Sunil, Siddhant and everybody had known aastha all along, but had never really talked to her. They too were suprised to see this other side of her.. the side which could recite all the potty poems out loud..and could eat like guys!
Keep it coming.. the party has just begun!

I also remember a fight between team Aastha (and Saurabh) and team Reshbha (and Reshbha) involving lots of finger poking, fork pointing… yelling and crazy temper. While I and swati shared a chilli garlic watching it like a tennis match.

Till now , I had known AP only as the bespectacled being who is always texting. And Abhishek… well i was not really fond of him. . I honestly admit that a guy who never acknowledged your presence , would continue with his headsets on.. making you feel invisible at times.. would come across as strange! I never had really talked to him.. until the day we all went to the book fair. And I came to know..he had practically read every book. From then on.. we started to hang out more..
I remember he would say..
“Tu Amar ko janta hai?? It is like a parallel world..where you dont exist”
and I would say..
“I existed before we knew each other..so..”
was it iDCE when we really began to interact more… absolutely yes. We even got aanchal and swati to the very gate of boy’s hostel that was fun!
Meanwhile I got to know some more people.. Ruchi for instance. Naive and maniacal as she always is.
Sarabh (who would further his friendship with SIddhant on his trip to Germany..)..and Ajay (whom ..what peopl say I would.. “dethrone” from the iDCE kingdom)

at Jaipur
Then came a great summer at Jaipur… Aastha, Swati, AP, Abhi and I bonded like covalent carbon in a buckminsterial structure. Our frequent escape to Dominoes… those late night (9 pm) strolls in the campus.. where Abhishek almost got killed (:P).. those early morning (6 am) labs… bad mess food and one particular evening when we all sat on grass and talked about Aastha’s honeymoon plans in venice
“You must rush…venice would submerge in 10 years..”
and her shopping plans in Paris..
That evening… is something I am always going to remember

So medievial history.. to contemporary… in the next post I will be talking about people who have been important in my years in college…
coming up in the next post… our little games in anshu mam’s calsses, the rise and fall of iDCE… and a friend you least expected to be friends with…

Mid Semesters..

What started off as a facebook status update, but my mind lingers on to it. Which are the worst and best mid sem papers I have given in the college.
I just gave my last mid semester examination in DCE..(ok… I will be ploitically correct.. DTU..phh!) and

cant help but be all nerdy and all geeky…
if you dont likey, then dont readeeyyy

This list is not based on marks scored or not scored. I had the lowest score in engineering Maths II, but that doesnt figure here.. why?? because some exams are more traumatic …even if you score decent. The sheer feeling of ignorance and lack of preparation just sucks that happy place out of you. The dreaded 90 minutes..

worst mid sem papers..

5. Physics – first semester
I think I dont know why I recollect it as a terrible experience, but optics in first semester was dreadful.
The horror of newton rings and all those bizzare things that I still dont understand, and would probably fail if asked to take the course now. However, teachers were good and fairly liberal. I scored decently.. wave mechanics saved me seriously..

4.Artificial Intelligence – VIII th semester
I am yet to get my score for this one, but boy after giving this paper, I didnt had the will to smile. It was just so tiring to see yourself try every question and not answering any in a complete manner. It really sucks when what you read is not asked in the paper. An absolute downer. A sort of a blackout amidst the paper, and I didnt had the will to write it. Seriously… disheartening

3.Manufacturing Processes (Ist semester)
Now this paper, I am never going to forget in my entire life. 2 questions, 10 marks each. n number of sub parts in both the questions..and anything and everything was asked in the paper. That silly workshop book by hazra chaudhary… didnt make sense to me at all. Not even the slightest. Tools and cupola furnace.. some terms we didnt undertood..and never will. The whole DCE… (alright.. DTU (alright DCE.. (alright DTU…(…)))) in a tizzy on that chilly morning, when people in RTV trying to overhear each other’s discussions.. just in case someone knew better!

2.Advances in Computer Architecture (VII semester)
Now the subject sounds really good.. I bet. Its not. Its VHDL, that too taught poorly. Now.. I am not placing the blame on teachers for not teching, they hardly ever. I place the blame for not letting us know the exact amount of syllabus. They would just tell you to read all the chapters…and give the most obscure topics mentioned in a corner in some stupid old boxes.
Even if person evaluating the papers is sound, the exam would not be a trauma, but in our case… that person was so hard to reason with. I mean what do you do when you just have to sit and play who-blinks-first with a cow. it was exactly like that.

1. Digital Circuits and Systems (III rd sem)
Daddy of all worst papers ever! Now..not being in praise for myself..but I am good in this subject. I mean, I and Sunil worked our asses off for this one. And I thought we had it in our hands. But just on the D-day, when a 5 variable quin Mclucsky question gets out of your hand, you come to know that you have messed up some columns of your truth table…and you have even messed up more of it while trying to fudge the resutls up in the paper… its really bad.
Even though the paper was never shown to us, I still doubt whether it was ever checked.. I bet marking in an 0/1 manner I would barely get an 8 on 20. Ripped my heart out..

And… thats enough exam talk for now. Would come up with worst subjects overall as well…

Random..

The disaster that poached eggs could be

Call it the Julie and Julia effect, but I would not. When it comes to food, I have tried to sound like a connoisseur who eats at the chinese van occasionally. I read Veer Sangvi’s Brunch column regularly, and have come to know some little things about food and wine (though I never had any.. except when I was a kid being experimented with).

So.. Julie poached an egg, so did I. Except that instead of forming a a well formed cake like lump and appearing absolutely delectable, mine was a sort of floating white phlegm in the whirlpool of water and vinegar. I had to sieve it, eat the coagulated strands of something that tasted like boiled egg.. surprise there!

Cooking 101 is so on!

Earth hour

Last year, I was so enthusiastic about this, I still have the poster from last year. Yet this year, I gave up on observing it. Why??

Well.. why do you want to turn off all the lights and plunge into a collective , self inflicted darkness?? If the discom does that.. its fine. But if we do , out of our own wishes… are we freaking out of our minds??

I just dont get the funda. I mean, if n million homes save electricity for an hour, there is so much electricity saved. Kudos. Try that for 2 hours.. then 3 hours.. then 4 hours.. and before we know we are back in the dark ages.

The amount of electricity we end up wasting every day, is not something one can just magically compensate for in an hour. All it would do is wash away the guilt bubbling deep inside. I had this enthusiastic friend of my sister, who bustled into the place, turned off all the lights.. and planned to do so in rest of the houses she had a chance of being let in.

“Ok.. why are you observing the earth hour?”

“To save electricity..”

“Why dont you get your electricity disconnected then?”

“That wont do na. Think. so many million homes, with 1 hour of electricity saved. Electricity saved is electricity generated”

“And what about those days when we dont switch off the lights.? We are eventually consuming it!”

“But.. we are saving 1 hour worth of electricity across the world”

“But.. what would you do with it if you dont use it?”

“Save it for our future generations.”

“So easy.. saving it for future. ANd your future would save for the future of their future.. and they could all go living happily ever after .. in the future”

“Yes.. “

“Ok.. at least let the poor scientists ,who are working so hard at finding alternative sources of energy keep their lights on”

“But we have to our part. Neither you nor am I going to find an alternative fuel!”

“So you deem yourself utterly futile. There is nothing better you can do to save the planet..”

“I am doing my part. what are you doing? “

“I am studying capital budgeting .. so that I can save the cheer leader.. and I can save the world.”

“Now you are just saying lines from a tv show..”

“Do you wanna watch it?? we have it on time shift..”

“Cool… I missed the last episode.”

“Sure.. go ahead”

“You wont join us..??”

“I dont watch heroes..! Happy Earth hour by the way”
And that is how I saved the hour

Encounters of the first kind : part 1

The college is about to come to an end, and the people you met, who stayed with you for a good 4 years are always going to hold a spot in your memories. They will awlays stay there, .. only with bigger noses and tinier feet. But what would remain the same is the first encounter…

(Of course.. you are the alien)

A day before I got to know that a friend of Gautam’s (now in NSIT) is going to be my new class.
“Bahut padhne wala ladka hai. Dhyaan rakhiyo uska..” were the exact words..

“Siddhant Goel. Padhne wala my ass! I will show him. ghanta padhne wala phhh..” I thought, smiled as I drifted to sleep.

day 1
I knew Shruti Sharma, from my school days (she used to be a senior) and she was going to be there. “Pheww… I dont have to make frnds all over again. I will just be frnds with her frnds. Easy!
No pressure.. Just make it work with the bunch you get.” I said to myself.
Having not seen her in a while, I was not sure whether I could spot her. “Hmm… she is really really fair.” “How many really really fair girls could be there in my class.”
With that in my head, I reached the dusty lab.
There this girl standing.
girl.. check.
fair.. check.
Though she didnt ring a bell.. I mean.. there is a chance that I might be making mistake here.. but she was really really fair. and was a prime candidate for being Shruti. There…
“Hi Shruti??” I asked in disbelief..
She nodded, in disbelief.
her bespectecled friend nodded in disbelief..
It was Aarti standing with Ankita.
yaeeks.. first day.. and such a blunder!
Hours later, Ankita would be seen sitting with Anuradha.. and they I thought were taking turns raising their hands.

Inside the registration hall, no shruti in sight, I could only collect my form and start filling it. My plan A is on hold, and now its the time to make conversation, my plan 9 (from outer space..as you will see)
How to make friends.. over a quick conversation.
As I was signing the sheet, I saw two guys approaching with the classic seeta geeta problem of “who-is-who”. There were two Anupam Kumars in our class..

I collected my form, and was filling it out. There I saw Atulya. Now my dad and his had a little chat on the day of registration. I certainly expected an air of recognition, only to be blown away.
“Atulya… right? Hi”
“.. ya I am Atulya. But sorry yaar I dont remember your name” said he.. and his then gang burst into a very unsettling laughter..Laughter for them and unsettling for me.
“Fuck! Thats strike two. First day… and two strikes. seriously Fuck!”

Then..
There.. entered a mob. The mob.
A lot of chatter… and hum and din of well acquainted, possibly impossible to infilterate gang. Boy.. if 20 people, together. Poor me .. the outcast .
Shruti was a part of that mob, and hey.. I could be friends with her friends. Plus.. there is someone called Siddhant Goel I could be friends with.
Shruti was sharing a joke with two stick thin people. The taller one, seemed to very pleased with the joke, laughing his heart out. The other one was all flushing with confidence.
That was Prateek Jain. The one who was in control of his senses… the guy I had seen in my crash course classes. Boy.. crash course didnt suck at all. We both made it here.

“Hi Shruti..”
“Hi Prateek. Kaisa hai tu”
Interrupting a very wholesome conversation was Siddhant.
“You are Prateek Nigam?”
“Ya. You are Siddhant Goel?”
tap tap tap, exchange the numbers.. awkward smiles and I, said Hi to the taller one. The one I will have *to be* friends with
” Sunil”
“Prateek..”

There… minimum effort, and you have a sort of people to hang out with! yaee.
I also met this female, who was all smiley and cheerful.
Swati Khurana! Who I thought was flashing a 1 Kilo Watt smile the very first day. Weird.!

Standing out.. next to the railling.. I saw a boy and a girl.. discussing amongst themselves…
“Yar DCE ka crowd kitna mast hai”
and I said to myself “All this crowd has come from NSIT only. he he he”
That was Aastha and Saurabh.

Day two..
waiting for a lab, there came a girl. With two guys walking her sides. I am not to use my walking a pup or the bodyguard analogy.. sorry! But you get the picture
She was wearing heals.. and I was just picturing her stumbling on one of the blocks and toppling over in the pool near CC. The two guys, Divyanshu Anand, and Prateek Khurana! The girl.. Rashmi.

Later in the class..
A guy wearing a cap trying to get people to introduce themselves to one another… “a natural leader” I said to myself.. Maneet Bansal.

In the canteen..
One Rashyap Sahi… taking me for an NSITian and getting me to introduce myself in hindi.

making the first program in college, with Samrat (who later asked me whether I hailed from UP) and Kartik (who ,I learned was there in my school for almost a year)

Walking with Sunil and Siddhant, asking whether I was being “unwanted” or a “tag along”.. (the silences were making me feel like one). Turns out… 4 years passed.. I am still the one who does all the talking..

Some days when Sunil and Siddhant wont turn up, I would try to make an auxillary gang. A sort of backup. And.. me being a chronic front bencher got to know Prateek Khurana. Ghissu’s connect at some level.. I guess. Its like an instant brotherhood…
But then we sort of stopped hanging out… dont exactly remember why(may be after I saw him trying to cheat in the discrete maths paper)
funny..how I judge people..no?
… it was long before the famous AE lab incident of 3rd semester, when we officially stopped hanging out with him.
More to come about that in next few posts.
Plus… I will write more about Aastha and when we discovered our common passion… FOOD
Kanika’s punches in the PEE lab,
my car almost smashing Kriti’s right hand , AP and abhishek changing the tyres… with aastha’s wrench,
my first meeting with NSR, us playing roadies with anshu madam as Ranvijaya , us playing Charades with anshu madam, and the never documented before ..slapgate scandle of course:D

My abrupt mornings

Sleeping at 2 am has become a ritual now. I put down my headphones, turn off the laptop putting an end to the shameless rerun of a friends season. While the lappy shuts down, I get rid of any thing that suggests that I was up late till the early morning. Stealthily I fetch some water, on my toes trying not to knock anything over… and back to my bed with a book in my hand. I read till it stops making any sense to me.. and thats when I know it really is the time to put most of my bodily functions on hold.

As detailed and ritualistic as my sleeping protocol may be, my mornings are always abrupt. Like a poorly ended sentence, a badly finished rap song, a door bell rung while you are on the toilet seat.
Mornings hate me. The bright sun mercilessly enters the room which had known nothing but the dark since a good 8 hours. What once roared with your snores, smelled with nothing but your farts now becomes the playground for the cleaning lady. She would make sure that she turns the fan off when you most need it, turn the lights on when you could actually hit someone for doing so.
As swarm passes by your room, restoring the place for the day,
you dont scream and sit upright as if a dead corpse which came back to life; I do.
Back to life, as I … scratch my head and derriere , sometimes at the same time, look for those slippers, pick up the pillows.. (How did they get there..), fix the sheets as they lie curled up as a ball somewhere on the edge, eyes still telling the tale of the movie that was.

By the time I wake up, mostly everybody has attended to their business.. so I get generous time to read my morning paper on the toilet seat, a generous supply of hot water, loads of crappy imitation of coldplay’s best.. almost to a point when people have to bang the door to shut me up. Nothing makes a morning better than wet wet slippers making the chipmunk noises.
Few hours of letting everyone know that I did wake up and I did take a bath… I give in to the might of the bloodshot eyes and sleep..
Letting this chirpy morning, with cacophony of infinite sabzi walahs put just a tiny teeny coma amidst my dream sequences…. back in those gardens…and gazillion background dancers…
hai huk hai huk hai hai ..