Personification Personified...

For those who travel, learn. And those who learn, change. The Grassroutes program is well summarized in "Road trips for social change". It is a fellowship program that centers around a 10-day road-trip, that is designed to make the Fellows question themselves and their existing beliefs.

The fellows Travel to a pre-decided location and spend a week there trying to research and understand the on-ground reality – the problem at hand, the non-profits, the change-makers and their actions, the community and the local government. They play the role of social journalists and capture the stories of all the people involved in community development, and on their return, share them with the rest of the country. They get to be activists by lending a helping hand to the change-makers and use their skill-set to help the local community in their own little ways.

Last year, three teams of fellows, The Hungry fools, Fabulinius, and Sada diesel, went to explore three different locations, and their inherent problems. Sada Diesel, cut across Chattisgarh, Fabulinius trekked in Andhra Pradesh, whereas the hungry fools spent ten days in the backyards of Tamil Nadu.

P.S. Information qouted from www.grassroutes.in

I've not been keeping well for the past couple of days. Fever, the off and on type. I had paracetamol the first day, and was having it everytime the temperature went up. Incidently, my roommate is also suffering from the same problem. Today morning, both of us decided that we should get ourselves checked, and get a proffessional opinion.

It so happens that for students under Manipal University, medicare is given by the Kasturba Hospital (which is a part of the manipal group) free of cost. But again, it enjoys a monopoly over the medical scenario in manipal. Our college needs medical leaves to be certified by the hospital. Otherwise, we're fined. Rs 50 per class. More on that outrageous topic later. What happened was, when I and Chinmoy entered the student clinic, we were directed to the medicine department. What's the point of having a "student clinic" if no student is examined there? Anyways,  we entered the medicine department. And exited immediately. That was because there were already 30 odd people sitting and waiting there. After sitting in the general lounge for like half an hour, we wen't inside, and occupied two of the four odd empty chairs.In about twenty minutes, our names were called. Why? We were supposed to go to the cash counter, and get the department's slip stamped with the medicare stamp. We went. We braved the Q. We got our slips stamped. We came back. We handed over the slips to the counter at the medicine department. We were directed inside the enclosure. We were asked to wait outside cabin 1. Another Q. God! Why do we get sick? Standing there, I noticed something. The cabin of the Doc said, "Asst Prof". There was another chamber with the same distinction. A couple of examination rooms, and a room which said, 'Proffessor and HOU". Now for the best part. In the center of the room, were sitting around a table HOT KMC(d medical coll) interns. And a couple o' guyz 2. They were the 1s who did the elementary work. Blood pressure, pulse and all that. MAN I'd love 2 fall sick again. Anyways we were ushered into the Doc's cabin in a while. He examined our case, and asked us to get some tests done. 3 blood tests, and 1 urine test. Shit. That was what came out of my mouth. I'm scared of needles. Very scared.

My head is paining like someone just shot it. I'm goin to take some rest. Rest of the saga later.

And wishing a very happy (belated) B'day to the LINUX kernel. 13th of March. 1994. Ver 1.0 of the linux kernel was released. That was a start of a movement. A start to the opening up of the information industry. A start to something that would change the way we exist.

http://i.gizmodo.com/5169216/happy-15th-birthday-linux

It is good to see people opening up to the idea of different sexual tastes, and letting thier feelings public. I believe the dark days for India are almost over. And I have a live example in the room right opposite me. He's this guy who goes by the name of Prasoon Kumar. Now the situation was such that I was kind of sleeping, and was wearing just my boxers. It was too hot in the afternoon to wear the T-shirt to bed. But I slept well past afternoon, and it was around 1900 hrs when I woke up. And this was how:

(Laugh, laugh, laugh, more laugh, and much more laugh)

(I just open my eyes. I seem to have kicked my blanket away. And here was Prasoon beaming, laughing, and in a full jolly mood. And my roommate, Chinmoy, and our friend, Anshuman laughing. On whom, I dunno, but I believe the case changes with the protagonist.

Me: Whatever happened to you?

Prasoon: Me? look at you, you are practically nude!!! cool

Me: uh!?! Oh! So? Does it bother you?

Prasoon: (Beams more, smile widens, starts laughing...)

Me: Why the hell r u getting excited? What do u get your hormones fizzin around when you see some flesh? That too male?

Prasoon: (Still laughing) Yeah, you look cool in that outfit. (laughing continues in the background)

Me: You know what? You're Gay.

Prasoon: Oh yeah, I am. (maybe that was sarcastic afterall, but the probablity is extremely low. He didn't even sound sarcastic...)

Me: I m sure u touch yourself at night.

Prasoon: don't you? (Stronger laughter in the background)

Me: No thank you very much. Your roommate must be beating the shit outta you, for all I know, He'd never tolerate you!

Prasoon: Remember me asking you if you'd be my roommate next semester?

Me: Shit! You're serious. GET OUT FUKIN' WHTER THEIF!!!!!!

That was the end of a revelation for me. I need security around me. More than the cricketers need around them. Period.