Rohit's Realm - Berkeley (City)
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August 20, 2002
Can anyone really think of anything worse? I just spent 4 hours trying to remember where in the HELL I spent $10 between July 6th and July 8th (as I had starting and ending balances, but a discrepancy in the amounts), only to realize I had added the first balance wrong and in fact my checkbook was really balanced all along. I am a majoring in electrical engineering & computer science, otherwise know as a major in pound me in the ass mathematics,
and yet I cannot balance my checkbook or even add correctly, even while using a calculator.
August 23, 2002
So I woke up yesterday at 6:30 a.m., but it was dark so I went to sleep again. I then woke up again at 9:30 a.m., but it was still dark, so I went back to sleep again. I then got out of bed at 12:30 p.m., and IT WAS STILL DARK!!! What the HELL is wrong with the weather in this godforsaken Bay Area.
Why is Nor Cal
weather so ridiculously cold? And more importantly, why is it even called a part of California at all? California denotes great weather, warm, sandy, beaches, hot girls, and expensive real estate.
September 02, 2002
I shouldn't complain. Really...hot days only come once in a blue moon in Berkeley, and I know that in a few days, we will return to miserable, cold, rainy days. And it's not like I'm not enjoying the glorious sunshine, and the ability to wear shorts three days in a row. But still, it's TOO hot here right now!
March 02, 2003
I went to do laundry today, which is always a huge production, considering I have no on-site laundry. It's the biggest pain in the ass ever. But in any case, I had headed to the normal laundromat I have been frequenting this entire semester, and started up the laundry, when two of the most obnoxious idiots came into the store. It was a man and a woman, closer to thirty than twenty, dressed like junior high school kids having a severe identity crisis. The guy was wearing torn shorts, had a green mohawk, chain wallet, too many piercings, and large chains around his neck, that probably made it hard for him to walk. The woman looked pregnant, but wasn't, had enough makeup on so you couldn't see her face or recognize any features, and had dark purple hair.
April 06, 2003
Sunday. It's laundry day. The last two have resulted in me discovering the bottom rung of society as well as realizing that the laundromat is the worst place ever. Today was no exception to this general trend of horrible laundromat experiences, but I think it was the most significant because it was very upsetting to me. Let me describe it from the beginning.
April 25, 2003
My grandfather passed away yesterday. He was 84 years old. I got a phone call last night around 10 p.m. My dad broke the news to me immediately. I couldn't say anything for a moment. I didn't really know how to respond. I was definitely not expecting anything like that. I didn't even know he was sick. I guess being out here in Berkeley really cuts me out of the loop on a lot of stuff. My dad was speaking very calmly—too calmly. I didn't know how to respond to that either. The conversation was filled with long bouts of silence.
December 20, 2003
I had possibly one of the most miserable flights home yesterday that I could have ever had in my life. Flying home from Berkeley has always been a shitty experience, ever since my first year, but this trip broke all records. It was so bad, I almost started laughing and crying all at the same time on numerous occasions!
April 27, 2004
The War of the Roses, a series of medieval English civil wars fought between the House of York and the House of Lancaster between 1455 and 1487, is worthy of passing note in almost any survey of modern European history as a pivotal event in the formation of the House of Tudor. Perhaps the 2004 analog of this war, involving the House of Rohit is comparable neither in its relevance nor its impact on modern Europe, but I would assert that it sure is a hell of a lot more awesome.
June 27, 2004
Remember that dorky club from high school: the Future Business Leaders of America? Well, how about the Future Drug Lords of America? Why do I mention this? Because I'm looking to join the latter. Hey, you should be happy I didn't say I wanted to join the former.
March 01, 2005
Living on the infamous Telegraph Avenue in the nefarious City of Berkeley has both positive and negative aspects to it. The negatives overwhelmingly come to mind: bums threatening suicide on the streets at 4 am and thus disturbing your sleep; the almost unbearable stench of urine and feces that one must confront when entering or leaving on any given day and at any given time; and of course, the dicey walks home on weekend nights with crazy assholes looking to sell you crack and other goodies. So where in this cesspool of human debris do I find the positive? One word: the chance at retribution. Welcome to the post you've all been waiting for: the one in which Rohit flips out at a homeless person. No holds barred. Parental discretion advised.
July 18, 2005
January 4, 1988. Reagan was President, Gorbachev was General Secretary of the Communist Party, the stock market was recovering from Black Monday, and Michael Jackson's Bad was less than four months old. That very same day, in a small, nondescript town in southern Orange County known for its clean streets, wide roads, and cookie-cutter houses, a small boy just turned four, and relatively shy, emerged from comforts of his home to confront the world of academia—a world that would occupy his life for the next eighteen years to follow.
February 11, 2008
Those readers who have only recently joined me in the meaningless and ultimately futile enterprise known as my life—I mean, the Realm—may justly assume that the purpose of this blog (insofar as it has one) is to indulge the self-absorbed, narcissistic tendencies of its (optimistically) cynical author as he drifts aimlessly in a turbulent sea of mediocrity, loneliness, and despair. While this may indeed be what the illustrious Realm is about these days, incoherent rambling about mediocrity, loneliness, and despair was not where it got its start. In its original manifestation, the Realm existed for two purposes: (1) to counteract a world obsessed with and deluded by theoretical agents of purported happiness such as love,
marriage, and children; and (2) to hate on bums. In a much-referenced entry last year, I acknowledged my shameful hypocrisy with respect to the former; today, I shall do so with respect to the latter. Say it ain't so, Rohit. Say it ain't so.
October 14, 2010
Last I left you, dear readers, I was ensconced in a most melancholy state, brooding somewhere in the depths of Orange County. A lot has transpired since then. For starters, I have moved to a new time zone and am writing this from my new apartment. But more on that (very) soon. Today, I discuss what passed in the interim, namely a trip to the Bay Area for my five-year college reunion, Cal's Homecoming Game against UCLA, and most importantly, a reunion tour with the maladjusted boys formerly of 1524.
