Testing my knowledge.

The wonderful people of my university are currently in the process of testing my knowledge with a bunch of tests on subjects so outdated they've lost all relevance. What astounds me is that a group of people with collectively a million degrees between them cant come up with different questions to for a subject over a period of 3 or 4 years. Is it really that tough to come up with new questions? I realize its hypocritical to complain considering it allows me to study for one night, spend the day before exams writing shit on a blog no one reads and still pass but if this is the encapsulation of my college education, it leaves a bitter aftertaste. What is the point of studying when you know that at the end of the day the person who checks my paper probably knows less than me and marks me depending on whether his wife cooked him a good breakfast or not [i.e. arbitrarily]. I've watched the cynic-isation of most of the people i know here, starting with the smartest. An education which makes you lose faith is probably worse than no education at all. In their defense, it ensures that anyone can become an engineer. But isn't that killing the whole point? I think its the difference between communism and capitalism. Remove the fear of failing and you remove the motivation to succeed.
I will regard the 4 years i spent here as a sacrifice to the altar of all that epitomizes what not to do with your life. That's the only education they gave me.

Rohan Shrugged.

Ann Rynd. According to some, one of the greatest writer of our century. As it happens, i include myself in that number [The some, not the writers]. You go through life with this small voice in the back of your head that says you're not doing anything with life. I think the worst possible indication of a fruitless day is when you go to sleep at the end of the day and you lie awake in bed waiting for sleep. That's why childhood is said to be the best part of your life i guess. Immediate sleep. Anyways, its that whole feeling of pointlessness [ compounded with our wonderful education system which leaves us with a fulfilled feeling] that she tries to fight. If you haven't read any of her books, the basic concept is that the only way to live is to what you're passionate about. The problem I've had with implementing this is to find what to be passionate about . I know people whose life is music, sports, even writing. The only thing I'm passionate about is money [yes, yes. I'm madu] , both how to make it and spend it. I do engineering without the slightest interest and now i plan to do an MBA without the slightest motivation except they're the easiest paths to making money. Wonder sometimes if this really the best way to spend the currency of my time.
What happens if you cant find something to be passionate about in your entire life? Is that why people make up by finding a someone.
Maybe that's what all relationships are. A desire to matter.

Let there be light.

They say all god had to do create us , with the us being as in we and not the United States as much as they consider themselves to be the finest of His creations, was to wave his hand and there we were. Kind of anti-climatic if you ask me. He created a million different breeds of ass kissers [the "vehemently" religious] and ungrateful bastards [ Agnostics trying to be relevant by showing His irrelevance] without bothering to think about the billion others who don't want to listen to their crap. Personally i think religion is overrated. Now the Greeks got it right with the Aphrodite temples, naked goddesses, gods chasing woman, woman chasing woman, etc but everything after that has been basically an attempt by the incompetent and unsuccessful to do the one thing that they unfortunately excel at - creating a "moral" society so that Everyone is as frustrated as them. This way even if they lose, no one else wins. Before i go off this tangent which dignifies those idiots with my rantings, i'll get back to the reason i bought up the whole let there be light thing. What he did with the wave of a hand, i did with a click of a mouse. Let there be a blog i say.
Other people can finally listen in to the voices in my head.