castigat ridendo mores

Nope Zalikha- thats a beer belly:)

Its been awhile since I put up a reasonable meaningful rambling apart from my usual requests for pendrives and lost ipods and also a diwali nite invitation. Lets just put that all aside

Castigat Ridendo Mores- latin for one who corrects customs by laughing at them-figuratively meaning someone who serves as a critic, a blunt one. Sometimes a nemesis, but very often an Anti-hero- sorta like Wolverine.




I have recently irked many individuals particularly the ones who are pseudo-backbenchers... yes the group that like to hang around near the back of the lecture theatre but freak out when they miss an alphabet that was spurted by a lecturer. There is one particular organism from this group that has the traits of a Mongoloid who keeps staring at the back not realizing that it is a general understanding that if you're at the back of the lecture, chances are you aren't really interested in paying attention and you'll zone out if the lecturer doesn't garner your interest.
Mastura (captain of the front row) for example sits in the front row as she feels it'll help her concentrate in class, and I applaud her for this and feel some mongoloids who do reach this website should understand that being a backbencher is not merely sitting at the back of the class.
its a conformity you agree to. Its a brotherhood. Its a way of life. Its an identity. A front bencher is one who wants to separate socializing from studying, and pay full attention.
A middle bencher is one who chooses to pay attention during important lectures and doze off in between boring lectures (they're in the middle to avoid detection as they're eclipsed by the Mastura-like terrestrials that occupy the front. The infamous Dundee group occupy this bunch and they are pretty cool in the sense that they don't make that much noise nor do they make a fuss when others are talking behind them. They're a good bunch as they conform to their midrange ways, ignoring the extremes (front vs back benchers)


Now here come the Pseudo-backbenchers. Those that sit behind, because its where the general rebels of the batch sit. yes, lets mingle with them as it'll increase our street rep. Now if anyone has any issue with this statement, prove me wrong:). i mean if you do wanna pay attention and require total silence, move to the middle or front benchers. WHY MUST YOU KEEP STARING AT THE BACKBENCHERS WITH THE HARD-ON KILLING (POTONG STEAM) FACE OF YOURS AND SNARL LIKE THE BEAST OF BALROG! Ah yes, provide me with an adequate understanding of your logic. Now if you have issues with us back benchers, feel free to MOVE IN FRONT. Guys like me have been veterans of the back bench since i was in primary 2. In primary 1 I sat in front as I was the monitor:).



Being a backbencher is someone that phases in and out of the lecture- hence providing his input whenever a question arises so the rest of the hall can share his thoughts. A backbencher is someone who wishes to indulge in personal discussions with fellow back benchers at the back and we pay due respect to the lecturer by sitting behind and not interrupting his lecture. some of us do bring coffee, tea and other foodstuff(cross reference- meehun, fried rice, pork ribs, Pau(s) and loads of other edible material to be engulfed during the lecture). We engage in smaller discussions and arguments as well as brainstorm and try to link our lectures as often as possible. Which is why we have the added ability of critical thinking. YES ITS A FOUL WORD TO THE PSEUDO's. It means having the ability to question and reason everything mentioned in the lecture. While you pseudo's are busy badmouthing me for talking at the back, the subconscious part of your brain is dying to be half as witty as I am. And so you come to my blog just to read what i wrote about you and then deny the fact that you're a pseudo to ease your fecal movements later in the evening:) tough luck.


Now my advice to the pseudo's (you know who you are)- you either shut the fuck up and sit down and bear with us talking without making fucked up retarded faces that resemble the arse of a branded mule, or you move to the front and write down every word uttered by the lecturer. its a free country, do as you wish. As long as you don't tread on me, I'm willing to close an eye and spare you from my list of people to fuck up.


another thing, I recently chose to be a badass and give someone a piece of my mind as i felt like it. Well with no offence intended he was an oriental. Nope i dont have anything against orientals as i am not a racist. well not like you guys anyway. I speak my mind and forget it:).
so yes, this oriental was speaking in the crudest most foul way in his loud voice spurting saliva and the bun he was chewing all over. And i decide to give him a taste of his own Shit. So yes, i confront him, and he says Don't Humiriate yourself (I KID YOU NOT). so i break into a laugh before correcting him and giving him a heads up that its a humerus not humelus (the bone that connects your shoulder to your forearm). He turns around- admitting defeat of course as he does not have his usual group to back him up, and says something in crude Cantonese and walks off.



Ah yes, personal satisfaction, insulting someone in a language they don't understand. I just wish i could sink to a new low like that. I mean it would be amazing if I could like insult everyone in Punjabi if i were losing a battle of wits. Haih... God was cruel. He gave me a working cerebral cortex. DUDE- what i dont know won't hurt me.. It only gives me a reason to blog about you and fuck you up even more:). i mean if you aren't witty with your comebacks, don't engage in a battle of wits. You don't see me challenging Kelvin to a GuitarHero Playoff, or Chong Bing to a Chopstick Rice Eating competition, or even Lenster to a 6 PACK pose down.. You dont mess with Sanjeet and his gab. Cause he'll make you just walk away with your cremastric reflex intact as your balls shrink in a shiver so cold your spine quivers.
Btw, Joon Heng isn't really depressed. I just teased him because he always worries in life. Just like Ben Luke isn't Manic Obsessive Compulsive, but he's always in a rush to do something. Its just an exaggeration. TO THE MAJORITY of you who say, don't la, they're sensitive:) thanks for being the good pro-bono solicitors of the nation. what would we do without you. Gosh. Look, if anyone has an issue, they can bring it up to me. they don't need no messenger. I am not some ghastly being in which a medium is needed to c0mmunicate with me, but i do appreciate the sovereign nature in which I am exalted. Yes, lets inform others to tell him because he's The Sanguine Prodigy, He might insult our faces off. NO.....
lol



And to the one leaving for Singapore. The prayer for my loneliness, and the cinnamon in my cake, I hope you have a safe journey. It was ironic we met today, and yet just holding your hands and staring into your eyes said the world to me. Anthony remarked about the emotions that ran thru me. I guess somethings are better poured out and not kept in within. You shall be adored from afar, and missed deep inside :)

a humble appeal

Dear Readers

I have recently lost my pendrive in LT 2 during one of the practice sessions for the Diwali Night.

One of the properties of plastic is that it doesn't evaporate as a solid and as it is not there now, I can only assume someone has taken it.

I therefore humbly appeal that you return it whoever you are.

It is a black Kingston pendrive with a black and green APACER lanyard. It has a 4 gb capacity and contains all my short notes for CNS. It also contains 3 episodes of house, my pbls and 12 medical books that I had recently downloaded, along with songs for diwali night.

I am appealing that you return the pendrive or at least the files inside it. Please burn the files into a DVD and place it in my mailbox in vista komanwel B-24-5.

If you feel like returning it, please do contact me or anyone in M206

Thank you,

Sanjeet Singh (M0608136)

A last request

Dear batchmates (M206)

It has been a long arduous journey, this medical course in IMU. When i first came, i couldn't wait to leave, and now that i am leaving, the  nostalgia (no chongbing pls not again) of what has been an interesting journey tends to draw my attention. Yes i will miss IMU, and her constant mood swings as her entrances change every semester, and our Lecture times are never standardized. 

But as the curtain draws close, there is but one big occasion left. It is with great pride that I say I am a member of an M2 batch.. and M206 is just the finest M2 batch in my personal opinion. As I remember in Diwali night semester 1, many batchmates cheered us on as I remember the rapturous applause that was deafening to my ears. (neither sensory neural nor conduction). and a repeat performance was present last year. It was a truly emotional moment for me as I was committed to a dance and the drama, only to find out my paternal grandmother had passed away just 2 days before the diwali night.

(thank to sengchye and IMU for the next pic)

One year on, and in possibly our final diwali night, and occasion as IMU students, i urge you all, fellow batchmates to join us for the diwali night on nov 14. I understand it is a big ask, but let me personally entertain you guys as i play the comical role of an overprotective dad in a drama i co wrote. also we will be performing the bhangra, with Mandeep and Harkeerat among those involved. 

I humbly ask of you people to join us, and i know the organisers and people behind the diwali night are probably not the best lobbyists but i urge each and every one to come as a favour to me. I shall be indebted to you all.

thank you

and i Hope to see you there...

Sanjeet

aut viam inveniam aut faciam ( I'll either find a way or make one )

Dance of Death by Steve Harris & Janick Gers

Let me tell you a story to chill the bones
About a thing that I saw
One night wandering in the everglades
I'd one drink but no more

I was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight
Gazing up at the stars
Not aware of a presence so near to me
Watching my every move

Feeling scared and I fell to my knees
As something rushed me from the trees
Took me to an unholy place
And that is where I fell from grace

Then they summoned me over to join in with them
To the dance of the dead
Into the circle of fire I followed them
Into the middle I was led

As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear
But still I wanted to go
And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me
As I walked onto the coals

And I felt I was in a trance
And my spirit was lifted from me
And if only someone had the chance
To witness what happened to me

And I danced and I tranced and I sang with them
All had death in their eyes
Lifeless figures they were undead all of them
They had ascended from hell

As I danced with the dead
My free spirit was laughing and howling down at me
Below my undead body
Just danced the circle of dead

Until the time came to reunite us both
My spirit came back down to me
I didn't know if I was alive or dead
As the others all joined in with me

By luck then a skirmish started
And took the attention away from me
When they took their gaze from me
Was the moment that I fled

I ran like hell faster than the wind
But behind I did not glance
One thing that I did not dare
Was to look just straight ahead

When you know that your time has come around
You know you'll be prepared for it
Say your last goodbyes to everyone
Drink and say a prayer for it

When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed
And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead
When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed
And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead

To this day I guess I'll never know
Just why they let me go
But I'll never go dancing no more
'Till I dance with the dead

Not that my post has anything to do with the above, but I happened to be listening to it as i was typing this post..

Amidst the chaotic nature of my week, and no there is no ''oh shit i didn't study this week''  in this story. Chaos in my life involves actual things that matter rather than the reflection of some lecture notes that seem to have engulfed the minds of many people i meet today. A very appropriate Latin saying follows - 

parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus 

Mountains will be in labour, and an ridiculous mouse will be born 
(all that work and nothing to show for it) 

No offence to those who work hard, its just i applaud the effort, because i could never sit down and stare at some guided words whilst repeating them to myself continuously for the next hour or so. Anthony for one has always accused me of being like many others, the type that deny studying, whereas he forgets that i actually take pride in studying when I do. But then again, a wayward young soul like him would not understand. At this point in time, there is so much more to look at. 

As i embrace my very own secret garden, I'll let the butterfly of my choice in. I shall lay the most awe-striking flowers in her path and gently caress her wings as I choose to ignore the brightly coloured petals of the flora around me. Instead I choose to embed the sight of her wings, the symmetrical colours and arrangements that will be imprinted in my cortex as I embark on newer frontiers in the land of the Highlander. But in this secret garden, she'll always have a presence in my life, my comfort zone, my zen. 

One person commented my posts were getting too emotional and at points too metaphorical to understand, and my personal reply to you is that it serves as a morse code, on which everyone will read and have some understanding of, but only she will know exactly what it means. As Jimi Hendrix's The Wind Cries Mary plays on my iTunes, i take a step back to think about the smaller things in life that matter to me. A slice of Gion Kyoto bread, Some pitted prunes by my side, A bag of black-currants in my fridge and Ronnie James Dio nibbling the cage and trying to find a way out. 

Yes today i reflect on myself and I think who the hell am I kidding. I'm a lil annoyed with a few people. Mainly this joker that wears white headphones and walks with his nuts pressing against his Wrangler's. Phoney, Samsung MP3 Players don't require Ipod Headphones to work man. and most of all, buy yourself a new pair of pants. Pull them up to your waist, cos we all hate men without asses. Last but not least, if you're a fucking sissy, then stop using your bearded chin as in involucrum to cover the sequestrum that is your detrimental self esteem. 

1 down. I took a pot shot at a loudmouth today. Brainless loudmouth always seeks strength in numbers of his feeble counterparts. A pack of rats can bring down even an elephant they say. Well he managed to anger the Emu, but the Lion roars strong. As the Panther mentioned, he vocabulary was exhausted before I even got my boxing gloves on. So he left with a frown typical of one who admits defeat. To the 21 year old Emu, I got your back, don't you worry. If its a battle of wits they want, then bring on the gauntlet and watch Connor Macleod demonstrate how the flight or fight response works. I fight, you flight. And there are no 2 ways about it.

I have spoken, and my ego is now at rest. 

''I am immortal.i have inside me blood of kings. I have no rival.no man can be my equal. Take me to the future of your world.'' - Freddie Mercury ( who later died of AIDS)