It has all to do with the timing I started the blog actually. We had 6 days of holidays around Dussera last year, if I remember correctly. 2 days into it, I was freakin bored. Everyone either went out of station or were busy with placements and things like that. Frustrated with the boredom, hungry for some excitement and craze, I thought of starting with a blog and while I was thinking of  a name for it… have no clue what I was thinking but the first thing that came to mind was frogs. At first I had frogsarecrazy in mind…but whats more crazy than making frogs crazy?…making them sexy… : p

When you start being crazy and start getting cheap thrills out of it, craziness itself will then take over you… and  I opened a blog with the name frogsaresexy and then went on to write my first posts about underwears and visiting the boys’ toilet…. : p

well to be honest, it did work, the response was better than expected….

few freaked out, few laughed like crazy, few were like “YACKKKKK”. Listing out a few verbal reactions about the term:

“frogs??!!….pj man….I knew there was something unworldly about you.”
“….fine….but why frogs??!?! and why sexy??!!”.
“…no normal guy will have such a blog name macha….something seriously wrong with him….”
“…you find frogs sexy!!??!!!!”.

to some of them I told frogs were going extinct and I was supporting the cause of protecting them, and guess what….some of them actually thought it was true….few others  argued that I could not be right as they found loads of frogs around their own house,well, I did enjoy every point they made to prove me wrong….

After all the nonsense I guess its time to be ‘normal’….or atleast behave normal….:p…so starting over with a new blog name….see you there….

screen shot of epaper

Our paintball picture came out in the paper- DNA,After hours, jan 2oth, pg 4 (I was told we would have made it to pg.3 if it wasn’t for NC’s bad behavior on the battleground) as far I remember there was this only one time I wore a mask for a snap and that is the one which makes it to the newspaper : p. Anyways…thanks a lot to Rashmi (my journalist friend)…

P.S: will surely put up a better picture of the article in some time.

The Red Team

VK had once mentioned about it when i was in 3rd sem sometime. Having watched it on discovery kids…I had thought it was kiddish and ignored it. I don’t know how it all worked out but suddenly  one fine day 12 of us ended up going to play paintball. Though I still haven’t been able to make out whether it was kiddish or not, it was a lot of fun….

location: Bannergatta Rd.
occasion: semester vacation (jan 2009)
headcount: 12 of us
cost:500/- per head

The Event:

split into 2 teams (6 each). 3 rounds of play 1st one: the team losing all its players first loses, 2nd and 3rd was something to do with posting flags in the opponent team’s base., 20 bullets per round. My team won…nothing great actually…the other team sucked.

We had ammo left so we could make our own 4th round- whoever hit NC the most number of times wins. In the excitement everyone lost count…so wonder who won.

@ the end of the day:

Felt 3 rounds were too short, but it was total fun. And oh ya… the pellets really hurt.

All of us

Mukesh B Jadhav – Home guard constable
Jayanth Patil – constable
Yogesh Patil – constable
Ambadas Pawar – constable
M C Choudhary – railway police
Gajendra Singh – NSG commando
Shashank Shinde – inspector
Prakash More – sub inspector
A R Chitte – constable
Rahul S Shinde – SRPF constable
Tukaram G Omble – asst. sub inspector
Balasaheb Bhonsale – sub inspector
Bapusaheb Durgude – sub inspector
Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan – NSG commando
Vijay Salaskar – sr. police inspector
Ashok Kamthe – additional cp
Hemanth Karkare – ATS chief

and most importantly to THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER…..

and also…

I’m sorry I don’t remember his name….but I bow in honour to the constable at the railway station who stood guard at the gate…. ran inside to face the terrorists with the AK47s himself having  just a laathi while the entire mob was running out in fear…..  unaware of the cctv which was capturing his valour….

it is a shame that all we can do is salute them….but let us atleast do that sincerely and with a sense of nationalism….

What the hell are you thinking...?!!

On 20^th January 2009 America will officially have a new president, Barack Hussein Obama. Just reviewing how he and his ‘change’ are going to affect us……

The first thing that scares us is his opposition to outsourcing of American jobs to foreign countries. Among the countries which will be hit by this is our own, and is a thing to worry about especially for us ‘techies’….or is it??!!….

Firstly…as we know politicians, a lot is said and hyped during their campaign, but after winning the elections they’ll have to confront reality, so it is still a question as to whether his opposition to outsourcing will even hold after he stands President and how far he will go to implement it…Secondly…after all, what can he actually do to reduce/stop outsourcing, he surely cant tell all the US companies to simply reduce/stop it, America is a free democratic country and industries will surely have their freedom to do so. All he can do is increase tax on the companies which ship away ‘American jobs’ but the companies will probably still find it cheaper to get their work done in countries like India even with the extra tax that needs to be paid, experts say taxing has very little to do with offshoring anyways…so hopefully Mr. New President isn’t a big worry for us…

Anyways may be I’m still a student to be talking about all that…so putting all that aside…

Is it only me who notices the striking similarities between Barack Obama and Lewis Hamilton….i mean…they look similar (with respect to outline of face, hairstyle, shape of ear), both have a similar broad smile(not shown in the above pic by Hamilton), both born to a black father and a white mother, both successful at a young age in their respective fields, Obama becomes the president and Hamilton becomes champion around the same time….hmmm…

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We are now in the 7^th semester of engineering, with our college life in PESIT drawing to an end, here we are so apprehensive about what is to come and what is to happen, thinking about, planning and working on and worried about our careers to come. Our goals, our ambitions and our dreams at stake. Amidst all this a few memories personified as a little kid stands there laughing at me, calling me back, back to my far past, back to those days in my native when I was That little kid and all that I wanted was enough money to buy those cakes in the bakery on the way to school.

I wore navy blue shorts to go with a white shirt and went to school with a kerchief pinned to my collar. I used to go to school in an auto sitting in the front with the driver, on the small gap he made for me on his seat. I used to sit there and wait for the driver to squeeze that horn. It used to amuse me how squeezing that rubber could produce such a loud thrilling sound out of the wide opening at the other side. I had tried doing that myself a couple of times but that rubber bulb proved to be too hard and too big for my tiny hands.

St. Josephs Convent was the name of my school:

Those were the days when I was the class teacher’s favorite kid. Upsara miss (as she was called) it was, who had once gifted me 2 black pencils simply because she liked me which made me no less happy than I would be now if I got a golden pen with a diamond nib. Gone are those days when we stood in a straight line shoulder to shoulder and had the ‘Peeing Competitions’-whoever peed the farthest won, all for the 25ps ‘peppermints’ that the winner got. Jagadish it was, my best friend back then…the 2 of us used to make ‘paper rockets’ in all shapes and sizes with each one having a unique flying skill to show. We had 25 to 50 of them in each of our bags and in the break time we flew them all around the classroom showing-off and me trying to prove the rockets I made were better than his and vice versa. For the Republic Day Function, the 2 of us were paired with a girl each to waltz on stage. It is only now that I realize what the big guys in school had so much to chuckle about looking at a boy and a girl dancing together that way. And that one day in school when I could not hold it any longer and let go in the classroom with the whole class looking at me and I pretended as though I had no clue how my shorts were getting wet. It still makes me close my eyes and cover my face in embarrassment.

Those were the days when I was a Hero in school:

I was the only kid in the entire class who wasn’t scared of the monkeys, the only one who would walk past a group of them to go back to class after the lunch break with everyone else waiting for the monkeys to give way. The silver plate (was suppose to be a shield) and the yellow certificate which I got for winning first place in the race of ‘Balancing The Slate’(on our heads) gave me no less joy than winning an Olympic gold when I went to collect them up on stage. I still remember how I dreamt about getting Superman cape and flew to school with it. It was after a lot of hard work that I once stood 1^st in class. I still remember how proud I felt when I read those three words on my report card ‘Keep It Up’. And still… yes…a Hero who once peed in his pants…or rather…shorts….

Those were the days with my cousins:

There was the day when my cousin spent hours together trying to teach me how to spin the top in attempt to impress my mom as to what he taught her kid. There was a day when my other elder cousin bought me one of those cone ice-creams sold on carts on wheels with mouth watering taste and we climbed up the tamarind tree next to our house and sat there in a world of our own licking away the ice-creams. That tamarind tree also reminds me, my cousins use to climb up high( as I was still too little for it) and got those tamarinds down, we smashed them on a stone, mixed it with salt and chilly powder and I simply can not explain that heavenly taste. Gone are those days when we went to the terrace top and jumped down somersaulting onto the haystack below and sprinted back up only to try the feat again. In return to that thrill, we suffered all night without sleep, scratching our arms and legs (the hay made our skin itch horribly).

Those were the days when I got cheap thrills of little things:

There was a day when I was lost in amusement when my dad bought be those star shaped radium stickers. I got onto the bed and covered myself in the blanket watched it glow in the dark. Those were the days when I crafted a mobile phone with few sheets of paper and spoke on it with no one on the other side of the line. We use to make flying machines using a straw, a safety pin and a rubber-band and used a pencil for it’s take off, the joy we got seeing it fly still cheers me up sometimes. How I wondered why the hens we had in our house can’t fly though they were birds and had wings, I remember how I caught the hen and threw it up in the air trying to make it fly. How I played with those lion cubs on the blanket I used. The first time I took my cycle out of the compound all on my own without my parents’ notice…a couple of bad boys on the street caught me and ragged me, that was I guess my first experience of fear, fear of them stealing my bike and fear of facing my parents after that, they somehow finally let me go.

Those were just a few memories of mine. My heart craves to write a much more but my stupid grown up brain says I’ve written a lot already. Those days are gone….. but the Little Rascal still stands there raising his arms in my direction and laughing at me, laughing at my present state and making me laugh as well. I don’t know whether it was the happiness of once being him or the grief that I am not him anymore that filled my eyes while I was writing. These memories are now, just mine… and mine alone….

]]> http://frogsaresexy.wordpress.com/2008/11/09/before-i-was-7those-were-the-days/feed/ 3 suraj sany1925 sany1955 sany1913 http://frogsaresexy.wordpress.com/2008/10/12/significance-to-identitywhistle-no1/ http://frogsaresexy.wordpress.com/2008/10/12/significance-to-identitywhistle-no1/#comments Sun, 12 Oct 2008 18:19:37 +0000 Suraj Prakash http://frogsaresexy.wordpress.com/?p=14 ]]> Let me first tell you how a true ‘Student of PESIT’(only male describe…female left to your imagination…) would appear as expected by our college…oiled hair brushed sideways with the haircut the way they do it in the Army, a neatly pressed set of shirt and trouser (preferably borrowed from his father or his grandfather) with nothing ‘written’ on it…. with the shirt tucked in, and the shoes ofcourse clearing any doubt that the human is anything below 30 yrs of age…there you have it… the Student of PESIT is ready….ooops…sorry, how could I even forget…he’ll surely have a blue/yellow piece of tag (blue means restrictions void after 3:30pm…yellow means under captivity 24/7 )round his/her neck with a white card hanging onto it and on the card you’ll find someone’s picture who’ll look like he/she’d want to kill him/herself with striking similarities to the person wearing it….We call it the ‘PESIT ID card’…

It happens only in PESIT….Encounter with the principal:

At lunch I eat, had a chat with friends, drank lots of juice and after all that was on my way to the E.C block boys’ toilet to unfill a by product of the digestion of the juice I drank…I met someone on the way…THE PRINCIPAL…

Me: “good afternoon sir”

Pincy: “What’s your name?”

“Suraj…sir”

“which branch?”

“Electronics”

“how will I know?”

(“huh…if my memory serves me right…I think I just told you…that’s how you should have known….”)

“sir!?!”

“how will I know man..?”

(confused… ”what is he asking??….please let me go… I want to pee”)

Going by the expressions on my face, he must have realized he had to make things simple for me…

“where’s your ID card man….?…how will I know you’re from this college..?”

(“holy Christ…not now…”)

“ sorry sir, I forgot…”

“ are’nt you proud of being a student of PESIT…?”

“ yes sir, I am..”

Takes his ID card out from his shirt pocket

“then why don’t you show it….look at me…even I wear it all the time..”

I was wondering where the extra ‘e’ came from in the spelling of pesit on his card…it’s amazing how our senses are influenced by our mind….

“!!@#$%^&(*&^%$#@)(*&^%$!@#$%^&*”

I simply could not listen to what he was saying….my brain was to busy holding tanks…

“!@#$%^&(*@#$%^&)(&*((*&^qwerfsghdzfjur&*)(*&^%“

(“what’s he saying”)

(“this goes on for any longer I’m sure to lose bladder control right here…and as far as I know you guys I’ll have to pay fine for that too…so for heaven’s sake leave me…”)….

Ok…I’ll stop it at that and just say…things went on peacefully after that…

These are things a student of pesit goes through…it happens only in PESIT…

With all that said… the fact remains…. these concepts are not put into practice without thought and awareness of well experienced people in the management and we should simply agree and accept it irrespective of whether it’s right or wrong…it has WORKED for us…the massive progress of our college in terms of placements, quality of students and quality of staff* in such a short period of time are proof enough for it…

And besides…it adds so much flavor (good or bad) to our college life…if you’re a PESITian you’ll know what I’m talking about…

The text to follow only for Student of PESIT:

So when you meet the so called RVites/BMS bulls/MSRITians anywhere in the city…stop hiding those ID cards….pull them out and hold it against there face and make them read those 5 letters ‘P E S I T’…..and let them know they only wish they had it with their names….

*conditions apply

It was the day prior to our take off to goa. Keeping in mind a lot of them were going to get wet out there both of us were in short of underwears. So we went to buy some…together…

Both of us went in…I took lead and bought a pair for myself, I hardly took 2 mins… reacting to this Riki was like “you done with it so soon…”… “ya..I’ve come here to buy a three piece suit for my wedding reception next month”…I chuckled and looked up at him….he was actually serious…he added…”not choosing any colors…?”…I was a bit confused… but then… this was only a sign of what was to come. ”No I’m done” I said…

Then started our man’s shopping…

“Show me some underwears my size…” he said to the shopkeeper who came out with a few. Riki slowly reviewing all of them said “ok…show me colors in this design…”!!!!…I was dumbstruck by what I just heard… Don’t know why the shopkeeper was so excited by this… He went in and got a whole lot. I had seen shopkeepers spread cloths on the table when I’ve gone shopping for shirts and trousers but UNDERWEARS!!!….one by one he took them out, spread it with both hands, threw it up in the air and slowly laid them on the table…”for christ sake will somebody please tell him he’s selling underwears… not bed-sheets for the beds of The Royal Family of The United Kingdom”….

15 mins went past and still counting…I was sitting on a chair leaning over to the table with my chin resting on my palm with my elbow on the table… feeling so bugged and wondering what the hell was happening…staring at my pal shopping for his briefs….

By now there was a whole bunch of them spread out… in all colors and designs…cow dung green, bright flashy yellow, dirty brown, blue one with black dots on them, black one with red stripes on it, maroon one with yellow flowers on it… they were all there. And there I was…helpless…I felt so dizzy up in my head looking at all that…I was surely going to throw up if I stayed there a second longer…so I went walking to some shop near by and bought some stuff for myself for the trip…

I came back…it was 30mins gone…and yeah…you guessed it right…he was still there shopping…only improvement though…. He had chosen one…2 more to go… itseems…

I stood there reluctantly just starting to get frustrated…looking at him and thinking how a guy can be like this…he was lost in deep thought for choice staring at the heap of the 3 holed fabrics spread all over the long board.And then he asked a question which I wish no man shall ever ask another…”macha…how do you think I’ll look in this one..?”!!!. I was speechless…you might have heard these words from Roger Federer when he won Wimbledon for the 5^th time in a row…or from Micheal Phelps after his 7^th gold…or from M S Dhoni when he won the World Cup, you might have heard of it from someone who’s just won a noble prize…but in my case…this was my moment of honor… in an undergarment shop in 1st block rajajinagar.

But I was too scared to give a negative reply. I made up my mind and said “awesome, take it…”…no.2 done…one more to go…

45 mins and it went on…i lost it….Wtf was happening… “dude just pick one and lets get out of here…” I said…and he goes ”It’s not everyday that we come shopping just wait a few more minutes…” i asked…”you mean a few more hours..??!!”….and wonder why he was all pissed off with that…”you want to go…you go…”…”ok fine…bye…we’ll check out your pretty looking undies in goa..”…and I fled away…what a relief it was…I could finally breath fresh air again…

I wonder what happened to him after that…rumors has it that he’s still in that shop choosing his final piece…

But take one advice from me…if you are a guy don’t ever go shopping with the doc…if you’re a girl…I’d leave it to you…after all you might enjoy the part where he says ”how do you think I’ll look in this one…?” but still I would say it’s not worth taking the risk…

*true name not used due to not so humble request from the true character…

*slightly exaggerated but still….a true story

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