I hate IE

I hate Internet Explorer.

I just sat for about 20 minutes in this blessed cyber cafe wrirting a huge long post in the forums and WHAM,Mr.IE has to encounter a problem and shut down.Brilliant!!!

Well this MBA coaching seems to me to be a greater fraud than the IIT coaching thing is.The CL people seem to have given a 10% scholarship to every laggard who managed to crawl to his exam center.And the nerve of them to call me up and say that I was getting that scholarship because I was among the top 50.

They can wait for me all they want.I ain't falling for a Rs.2500 bait.I will probably sue them for something like ILLEGAL EGO INFLATION.

थोड़ी सी 'The Alchemist' पढी.Its a tiny book but seems to be taking an eternity to finish.I dunno but each sentetnce seems to be loaded with a dozen meanings and interpretations.Paulo coelho बहुत घुमा फिरा के बात कर्ता है साला,मुझे तो headache ही हो गया पढने में.

What its all about

In the year of their lord 2005,The Random Ranch was inaugarated by ringlord on August the 9th.

Note:No effort has been made by the author to tamper with his frame of mind while penning(keyboarding???) any of what follows,so that the words are truly about 'ME,MYself,and My Expressions'.Plagiarise at your will and leisure!

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:

Thanks are due to all my friends who introduced me to what is now a full fledged movement of random and antshant ideas and utterances that I am pretty sure has marked me for life and has inevitably ,knowingly or unknowingly contributed to what I am.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Hi.I am Kislay Verma of IT-5th sem(as of now,will try to change that every 6 months,hopefully).I am known as ringlord on the LOUNGE forums.My hobbies incude listenng to all sorts of good music ad reading all sorts of books.I love playing the guitar (that doesn't translate intome being good at it.On my good days I am just short of pathetic,But I likes it )

FOREWORD:
In keeping with the style in which i have started this my humble attempt at the mighty art of blogging,whatever follows will just be like looking into the book that my life is(for all that itis worth).The ideas are not organised and most often there is no point to them.They just are,senseless maybe but very the essence of my being and my world.Emerging,sometimes from the efforts of conscious cerebration and sometimes from the meaningless meandering of the river of randomness,here they are .And maybe you can make something out of them .Most of the times,I can't.