Saturday, December 24, 2011

The Immortals Of Meluha- A Review

I bow to Amish. Except for his large picture at the back cover of the book, I love everything about this book. When we look at the best-sellers of Indian authors, we are left disgusted with the thought that,” Ohh..our India is that bad. We don’t know that…”. Many of these books portray poverty and hunger in India, which are written, perhaps, keeping in mind the western readers who still envision India as land of snakes and naked people. Amidst all these, Amish has tried a very different approach. Rather than writing sarcasm on India, he writes a fiction draped in our worldwide respected mythology and used it to find solutions to our contemporary problems.


What do we like to read?

Either something we connect to or we fantasize about. This book has both the necessary ingredients of any perfect read. Growing up in a beautiful secular country, most of us idolize or at least know about Shiva. Yes! The same Shiva who used to charm us, as a child, with a fierce snake round his neck. In fact, If ever we get chance to have photo session with a snake, we curl it round our neck. Don’t we? I suspect there is some inspiration from the image of Shiva residing in our mind. Amish uses our connection with Shiva to make us feel for his character. When we go through the book, we want Shiva to be damn good; we want him safe in case of fights. At least, I felt so. Taking a cue from Chetan Bhagat, Amish has used simple English and he succeeds in his attempt to appeal to general mass. This book is a best seller, this proves it.

Shiva’s wife Sati is another important and confident character. She stands for the confidence, strength and power of women. She has been shown strong and one who never compromised with dignity and respect. Perhaps Amish throws an ideal to Indian women and wants them to emulate the character of Sati.

Metaphors are abundant only if you draw parallels to them. Meluha, where state controls everything, resembles to a socialist state. Everyone is equal there. Swadeep, on the other hand, with a big gap between rich and poor resembles to a capitalist state. One starts picturing Meluha as a perfect state until you discover freedom at Swadeep. Amish has not concluded any of them better; rather he argues that no system is perfect and can’t be applied every time.

This book has everything that a classic stories offer: love, action, adventure and virtues. But amongst all, there are many beautiful philosophies, for example, he offers an explanation to why vikarmas (or the impure one) are subjected to some restrictions. He offers through an elegant example of weaved cotton threads, a recipe to win hearts. (try out!! Page no 216 ;)

This is a must read story which ends with a note where readers want more and more. When Shiva says “Har Har Mahadev”( har ek mahadev) he means that God resides within each of us. Its just the matter of realisation. Are we waiting for Neelkanth?

Friday, September 30, 2011

Its Always Darkest Before The Dawn

Silence

The only sound is of ticking of clock.

Dark

I can't see anything. I have a habit of glancing down my palm, just to check if my fortune is changing. Alas! it  never happens. It is too dark for me to have a look on my palm. Perhaps, in this darkness; while i am unable to see anything; there might be someone who is changing my hand lines. I don't know if this "someone" is angel to help or devil to destroy. Actually no one knows except time. Time is very powerful. Time has answer for everything. I don't mind if that angel or devil, whatever, changes in light. But i think they can't because otherwise their identity will be revealed and may be i will drive them away if they are bad one.

Time passes.

I am waiting for light. 

I am fearless. 

But darkness is not bearable for a long time. I think there might be light at some other place.

I make my mind to search for light.

I start walking. I see people around me. But they have light, only i am in dark. I run place to place only to find darkness and more darkness. But how can i compare darkness? they are just empty until you feel something. Because everything is black in backgrounds. 

Now, much time has elapsed since light has gone.

A shudder of fear grips my body.

I can't fear. I never feared. 

I am fearing now.

Wait!!!!!

What is this? Very fine ray of light. 

I start living on that ray. I am hopeful that one day this ray of light will light up the whole place.

I am happy.

I start thinking about source of the light. I feel greedy about how much light will be at that source.

Source of light attracts me.

I start walking in direction of light. I am about to reach there. I want to steal the source.

Suddenly it gets dark. Source of light elopes. 

I stand still. Mind is blank.

I am tired. Crying for what i hadn't had ever is not an option. I again start to think of getting out of this darkness without leaving any foot mark, so that darkness can't trace my way.

whoooooooa........i see a ray of light.

I start walking again. This time with more caution and care.

As soon as i start walking there is light. First thing that i do is to check for my hand lines.

There is no change. But I will manage with what i have. :) :)







Thursday, July 7, 2011

Coal Story-The Dark Side

Government has promised to provide electricity to every household in coming few years. According to their roadmap, they are to install 800,000 MW of power production units with 70% of total production coming from coal based plants. Now, when I am writing this article, India’s total power production from coal based plants stands at 80,000 MW through hundreds of plants distributed across the country. India’s increased stress on coal based plants has a little, if not full (though some reports say otherwise), inspiration from China’s power policy where a new coal based plant was commissioned every 15 days for the last two years.


But what policy makers of India are trying to ignore in their resolution to generate 560,000 MW from coal, are the increased challenges at social and environmental fronts. Increased population and industrialisation are already demanding large share of land for housing, industry and infrastructure. Apart from these, we need fertile land to feed and provide employment to our giant population. Problems like these make it difficult to acquire land for plants and their support systems. India’s thermal power plants are already facing shortage of coal supply. Adding to these is the problem of transportation of coal from mines/ports. A rough estimate says that one 40 wagon train full of coal is needed to run a 220 MW production unit for a day. Now, imagine the load on railways if 560,000 MW has to be produced. And aren’t we forgetting that coal reserves are bound to last for some decades only? What will happen after that?

There are some other areas too where we could derive inspiration from China viz. the pollution from coal based plants. A recent survey conducted in China declared 50% of their river water unfit for human consumption. Prior to Beijing Olympics, China took several steps to reduce environmental pollution. Those steps included decommissioning one power plant per month in Beijing’s nearby areas. These plants emit greenhouse gases. Increasing forest cover is the most efficient method to curb the problems arising from Greenhouse gases. But unfortunately percentage of land under forest cover has only decreased every year. If we were to believe a report titled,” Coal Combustion: Nuclear resource or danger” by Alex Gabbard, coal based plant exposes people of neighbourhood areas more to nuclear radiations than a nuclear power plant does, provided that the nuclear power plant abides by the government regulations. Global warming has increased sea level and coast lines are receding fast. Unexpected weather conditions are estimated and experienced in last few years.

These days, renewable sources like solar, small hydroelectric plants, and biogas based plants are not efficient enough to be connected to grids. Though, the dreadful future predictions have accelerated research in these areas but a lot more is expected than what is being done. Warning bell is ringing. Hope we respond to it fast.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

A word says it all

Vinita Dawra Nangia, a prominent columnist at TOI, in her recent article, talks of a single word that explains a person. As she advocates her concept, she elucidates that each one of us represents a word and that word stands for our expectations, love, aspiration, courage and for the very reason of our existence.

Amitabh Bacchan is ‘Angry Young Man’ and the legend of Hindi Cinema, Dilip Kumar is ‘Tragedy King’ on the 70 mm silver screen. If we can give words for reel life, we can find words for real characters too. It is difficult indeed, because I see this word as a tunnel to the world of our liking from the world where we have been made to live. As I appreciate this concept, I link it with the goal of our life. Right at this juncture, my youthful mind dreams of everything that I missed at some point of my life and I think those all are under my reach. I want a car; I want to live with my family; I want to visit different places. Will these things give me pleasure? I suspect. Probably I will think of opening a school some years later or may be creating any organisation to uplift rural lives. This is how our life works; priorities keep on changing and so do our likes and dislikes. At least, this is true for me. So, how come one word can describe me? In one sense, my dilemma signifies that I am still unsure of my destination. Though several destinations and roads leading to them come to my mind but the best one is hard to choose. Even sometimes, the most promising is a long one and the path to the closest destination is composed of a maze where the entry gates close once you are inside. Given my lack of experience, I could have gone wrong in the aforesaid words.

I started writing this after I asked my friends about that one word for them. One of them said, “Existence”. He explained that he considered his existence before everything on this planet. But is this not the word that explains all mango people? Yes, certainly. But then, some words are like cuisines that you find in the menu of every restaurant and then their menu have something distinct. Does this mean that our search is for the “special” in us? Well, I feel so.

A dear friend of mine is fond of astrology. Though I am neutral to this ‘beyond the world’ science, I relate to many things that he predicted on the sole ground of my birthdate. As I experience and my friend’s astrological predictions affirm, I often experience mood swings. As such, it is difficult to find a word that embodies me. But I will not lose hope; French, German, Sanskrit……….I will find it one day.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Ye Ishq haye....

15 days to end of PS. Mixed feelings. I got many new friends, learnt many new things and I have to go home. When I first stepped in this village(Rawatbhata), scorching sun, leafless trees, dry canals and lot of pigs on otherwise lonely road of summer afternoon greeted us. Evenings were spent at juice stalls seeping sugarcane juice, watching girls racing on their pep+ resembling foolan devi with scarf wrapped around faces to protect from hot winds. But last few days have no adjective to describe them. First few rains of monsoon have changed the whole surrounding. Trees get leaves, canal get water and we get uncensored beauty. Once my PS gets over, I will say more of it. Just some moments before writing this post, I was talking to …….umm leave his name; Shakespeare too said, “What’s in the name?” He is a close friend of mine. While talking, he doesn’t seem to be himself; I asked him if everything was all right.

Friend: yaar, feels like vacuum created in my stomach.

Me: Why you skipped dinner? Acidity can be fatal later.

Friend: uff..tu to kuch samajhta hi nahi hai. You remember that girl. My childhood buddy??

Me: Yes, one who wakes you up every morning? Some pratap I guess.

Friend: Yes…Yes…Prachi the same. I am crazy about her. I am in love.

Me: Then say her.

Friend: I hinted her before coming to PS and you see this PS is a too long affair. I am mad after her. I feel irritated, incomplete and lost if it go two days without talking to her. I am her friend since she knows what is to be friend. She credits me with everything that she had. Isn’t this show that she loves me. We talk for hours now.

Me: Indeed, everything shows. But this love thing is not a good thing.

Friend: It may be negative. But what a movie without villain! Similarly, our life should taste this handsome feeling at least once. These memories walk with you all through your life. Even if the memory is of short extent, it has ability to stir emotions.

Me: You look like a gone case.

Friend: (in fake anger) You won’t believe it and probably will never. But you will realise my words. It feels like heaven with her and you don’t need anything else.

Me: oye..pagal ho gaya kya,…

Friend: I am going to propose her.

Me: How? Are you going back home?

Friend: No, I will write mail. In fact I have many drafts saved in my mail account for that purpose. I write one every day when I want to propose her, hold her hand and go for stroll.

Me: Abe filmy!! Aaj kal kaun kaun si movie dekhta hai?

Friend: I went for transformers but scene to veer-jara ke hi yaad aa rahe the. I listen to old hindi songs.

(Starts humming: lekar pehla pehla pyaar, bhar kar aakhon me khumar, jadu nagri se …………)

Suddenly stops and says: I will not mail her. I will go home and I will propose her.

Me: hmm…

Friend: Now let me sleep..wish me GN and PD.

To avoid embarrassment, I googled PD to get the full form. I didn’t get anything other than Potential Difference.

Finally, I asked: What is this PD? Never heard of it!!

Friend: You can’t. It is Good Night and Prachi Dreams.

Wait for the result :)





Monday, June 27, 2011

Robin Hood... We need you!!


We need a Robin Hood. Needn’t we?

When Senior Loseley says,” cometh the moment cometh the man”; Robin realises his need and saves the England. As his tales goes, he was the man who robbed from rich and distributes amongst poor.  But what will today’s Robin Hood do? Will he rob banks? I heard about many gangsters that did the same in kosi region of Bihar. Or will they sit on fast until death as Baba Ramdev did? Our desi Robin Hood thinks that his fast will force government to make an agreement with Swiss banks (at least he knows the place) and then those private banks will give us money of their clients(if any). For a moment, lets create a hypothetical situation where the government has all the money that they want to carry their developmental programmes. What do you think they will do? As I say it often, the government will come up with a new developmental scheme aimed at painting the outer wall of home when the whole roof is rickety. In other words, government will envisage a new programme which will provide direct financial assistance to the poor. The faults with this kind of approach: first, without going to the root cause of the problem that is illiteracy and unemployment, they give them money to build houses or guarantees them job for hundred days per year. Second, they promote the habit of using crutches by a normal healthy person. I believe reservations and these schemes do not make you able but provide you an easy way to get a position which you are not able of. The correct path to development and progress should pass through the grass roots to top addressing every  questions that needs an answer.



Now, I will introduce you to some real Robin Hoods. Now when it is clear that rich in our era are beyond the limit of 13th century Robin Hood, let’s see how these Robin Hoods are helping poor. Bihar’s per capita energy consumption is 80 KWh per year which is the least amongst all states. Even the second last state (Assam) has double than Bihar(170 KWh). To appreciate the patience of people there, please note that the national average is 631 KWh. When cities are short of power supply, why would villages get it. Gyanesh Yadav, Ratnesh Yadav and Manoj Sinha cofounded Husk Power System. There company operates on 100% biomass; more specifically on the discarded husk. They are providing light to 25000 households in more than 250 villages. Of course they charge money for it, but they are creating 7000 local jobs and supporting education for 250 kids in nearby areas. Isn’t this what we expect from a Robin Hood? Farmers are most neglected and more sympathised section of society. I personally feel that they don’t get the required respect. Of lately, I came across an NGO founded by two IIT alumni. Shashank Kumar and Manish Kumar have started a NGO christened ‘Farms n Farmers’ which provides training and specialised suggestion on farming method and farming practices. Their suggestions have helped farmers in increasing their production and income.  

These stories are endless. But the question is how we can make a new story. We need such kind of approach which has blend of innovation and practicality. People are waiting for their Robin Hood. Following words are humming all around.


“cometh the moment; cometh the man…”



Sunday, June 26, 2011

The Median 2: Halfway to college life


1st semester. Those were the days when I used to go mess 4 times a day; that I still do. Just timings have changed. What that used to be breakfast those days, are now rescheduled to 1 A.M. NC. One day, I came back after dinner and heard some heated arguments at hostel entrance. After paying a little notice, I realised that noise is not futile but some intellectual hi-fi topic because only two people were speakers and rest 10 had surrounded them in hope of little increase in their knowledge or just to get socialised. These small discussions play a very important role in first few weeks of college as they create opportunities for likeminded people to interact among themselves. As for example, if discussion is on India vs. Australia in cricket or Man U vs. Chelsea, people can easily find their supporters. Isn’t this? However let’s come back to that discussion. Out of natural curiosity, I stood there for a while to get the theme of their interesting discussion.

First guy: You can’t question epics.

Second guy: Of course not, Science and philosophy are close to each other. You can’t go to master one while leaving other. As Great Feynman put this “Philosophers say a great deal about what is absolutely necessary for science, and it is always, so far as one can see, rather naive, and probably wrong.”

First guy: True, but every philosophy doesn’t have reason or logic, you can’t go on finding everything about a sentence which on first hand… (Brief pause…looks over the whole crowd present there and waiting for their head nod and to make them realise how important his words were.)…don’t even mean anything.

First guy: If you talk of philosophy, you can’t find anything better than Gita.

Second guy: I read that. (And he got busy enjoying the wow expression on the face of bewildered audience).

Suddenly a guy from the crowd shouted,” yaar, bari bari baatein ho rahi hai. Hamari samajh me kuch nahi aayega.”

Now, let me introduce you to first guy:  Praveen Srinivasan. Any guesses for second one??. Of course, Milind Shyani. Who else can remember quotes of Feynman that took me 10 minutes to google! And that guy which suddenly popped in between was Aditya Dadu. 

Krishna Janmastmi celebrations were just around the corner and one guy was collecting donations for that. He came to my room. His face started ringing bells in my memory. I couldn’t recollect though. He introduced himself as,” Mayank Singh from Bokaro Steel City.”

I asked,” FIITJEE??”. Yes was the reply and I realised we had done coaching at same FIITJEE bokaro centre.

Elections for hostel representatives. Two guys came to ask for vote. Pranay Aggarwal and Abishek Anand. Later I heard something about Abishek Anand that made me jealous of him. He had cracked JEE and PMT both without any coaching. An example of true genius. Even now, he don’t know anything about paper bound tomorrow morning and don’t feel surprised when he gets av+ where you get av after attending all classes and studying consecutive nights. Later I was introduced to Pawan Kumar during pandit’s campaigning

Those were the days when people used to ask JEE ranks and that was sort of indicator of intellectual level. And as you know how much first impression matters, people used to fake their ranks and ultimately there was the day when a dreadful excel sheet was released on DC with all JEE ranks. In that rain, everyone was naked; some half, some full. I have several interesting incidents associated with that but I choose not to write. After all, I love my readers. (Somebody is smiling ;)

It was T1 time. I was used to system where I didn’t give much importance to class tests rather I find it easy to prepare hard for one final exam. Seriously, I had no idea then that grades will be decided on marks of T1+T2+Compre. Chemistry paper; I wrote nothing. I counted how many people are there in my branch in that terrible1 hour. I reached hostel, some people were discussing the paper near stairs. I asked them which chapters we were supposed to study. They cried,”yaar, humari bhi lag gayi..single digit aayega”. I thought,”Ok, single digit av sounds awesome.” T1 became fun for me. I failed in Class 4 in Science and Maths; and it was 10 years since then. I was enjoying. I don’t why teachers at BITS are so fast in paper evaluation. Anyhow, I got 8; but interestingly av was 29. And those single digit people got AV+. Those single digit persons were Yash Patodia, Subhanshu Pareekh.

I had interesting teacher in Chem 1. Buzz was that Chem 1 had got 10% marks for attendance. I was already av-21 and I had no other option other than to listen his crap which was lost in his confused pronunciation. I played games on Bluetooth with Abishek Maheswari. I found there a guy which always sat with Subhanshu, and had always single expression. That guy is Anirudh Gupta. I found pretty interesting boy in that class. That guy had magnetic personality which always attracted me. I managed some of my T1 sins in T2 but still I had 3 Ds in pre compre. Thermodynamics was pathetic. Someone told me about a guy who could help me. I went to his room and asked for help. He quickly agreed. He was the same guy of Chem class: Ishan Kawley. For the last one year, we go every day to nescafe for the same drink, hot coffee. :)

Sunday, June 19, 2011

The Median: Halfway to college life


After the trauma that spanned two years of my life, it was the reaping time. The crop was giving me mixed feelings. I had option of many colleges to choose from, but finally after several rounds of dinner table conferences with papa’s colleagues and my tea party with seniors of my town; we settled down to BITS. When I was on my way to BITS-Hyderabad, several answers were still doubtful. Though the questions of those answers covered a wide range like,” Is this new campus good enough?, Is this dual degree a good option, Should I waste one year?”, but one particular section of questions were disturbing me more than any other and that was regarding my compatibility with new environment. These questions were important when I considered my small town background. But now after two years that makes me 50% engineer, I have no doubt left. Every question has now got awesome answers. But this post is about the people who made those answers awesome. Cheers to you all.

 August 1, 2009. This was my day of registration at Hyderabad campus. I boarded a bus for the campus. Conductor gave me a ticket and demanded Rs. 8. I made a futile attempt to read fare written on the ticket, because everything was written in Telgu and I can’t figure out anything except different type of curves resembling parabola, hyperbola. After half an hour, one other boy hopped inside the bus. I bet he can beat Malaika Arora in her figure “specifications”. After some moments of observation, I realised he is north indian. After hours in a place where it was difficult to communicate with anyone, I desperately needed someone to talk in order to supress my excitement of my first day at college. I offered him seat beside me. Within a minute, we recognised that our destination is same. He was also going to Hyderabad campus for chemical engineering. Finally we reached the place which was called BITS-Hyderabad and as said soon to be the most successful campus among four campuses. When our parents were dodging sleep in orientation, we checked out every girl present there. A fat old professor was welcoming us to BITS family while laying stress on advantages of BITS.(some true, some false. Professor must have to sleep with extra attention so as to dream so many benefits of BITS.) Together, we registered there for the option of sliding up. Though later we thought Hyderabad campus is not a bad option. The next day, we both were selected among 22 students from Hyderabad campus who were transferred to Goa campus. . This was my first meeting to Nawaz Nasar Malik. My first and one of the most close friends at BITS.

Nawaz went back home to attend a marriage. I decided to go to Goa that night only. Later I found myself with two more people going to Goa campus. We didn’t have any reservation in train. Somehow we accommodated in general compartment. One south indian guy was sitting in front of me. We started chatting and in that one night I spoke as much English as I hadn’t spoken in 17 years of my life. This guy is Vinayak Vishwanathan, who later became my neighbor and now he speaks fluent hindi ;) The other guy kept telling me about Msc(tech) information systems. At last, I had to admit that yes, I did mistake; rather than duals, I should have opted for Information Systems. This is my friend next door and later he went on to become source of some of my famous blog posts. So, this is Aayush Jain.

A fat lady asked me several questions before allotting me a room in Hostel AH5. Her size restricted me from asking her unnecessary questions. I reached hostel and a thin guy, probably 6 years elder to me, showed me my room. He introduced himself as Sunil and asked to approach if I had any problem. He asked me my name, my native place. “Bihar” as I said, he searched his memory for a moment and said, “room no 341; wo bhi pattna se hai”. After 30 minutes, I found myself knocking on room no 341. I was expecting a big grown up guy who would answer my knock but a girl opened the door. It took a minute for me to figure out that "pattna" wale bhai had arrived with whole family. He was not there and meanwhile uncle asked me almost all sort of questions. After a wait of 10 minutes, finally arrived a short guy with hair longer than normal. Exactly opposite of what, I had imagined him. Shashi Bhai, as he is affectionately called, has been a true companion since then. Always there for me, whenever I needed him in any sort of condition. It was 8th of August and it had been week since the class started. I had no idea of classes. Then, Shashi Bhai told me about one guy who was in chemistry. I went to his room, he was talking to someone over phone. I didn’t realised that then and I spoke something. He gave me fierce look that could make John Cena feel terrified and made stop sign by his left hand. Later I realised, he didn’t give me that look; that was his natural expression. Frankly, this guy does whatever his heart says. He left his TRW paper halfway because he didn’t feel like completing it. He slept at 11 am in first sem, no matter how much portion was still untouched. But he is true human being indeed. I haven’t found anyone more gullible and sweet guy than him. This is Pranav Nalawade; he is a sort of guy whom I love to spend time and discuss things from all over the world. One request to you all, tickle him at his stomach, Please. ;)

(To be continued…Its 995 words already.)



Wednesday, June 8, 2011

The Shadow and Shine

Bharat and India are personification of two identities living in our country. India visualises itself as a state constituted by people doing hard work for every single penny they earn at MNCs, who go to malls, spend 200 bucks on a movie, make movie like bheja fry hit, and set the picture of our country as everything happy-happy. On the contrary, Bharat is constituted by people who earn their living by back breaking hard work at any construction site in Gurgaon, or the farmers working in scorching sun in any poor village of Uttar Pradesh, or illegal miners in the mines abandoned by CIL in Jharkhand.

India and Bharat are radically different in almost every respect, be it culture, language or lifestyle. Though the area of India has increased post 1991's change in policy of country, our government has recognised these two separate state in our country from a long time. As acclaimed, our budgets were also aimed at strengthening Bharat with rich India. It is still debatable if economist rate this trickle down effect as a success. Government has supported Bharat with many developmental programmes but they all are like first aid. Permanent cure is not yet visioned. Government has to recognize both India and Bharat as integral and equal partners in development of country. Because if India provides you with technology, products, and capital; it is Bharat which gives a vast mass of consumers for product and manpower for development. Gujrat supported programmes for both commoners as well as industries and they are doing well in percentage GDP growth. On the other end, West Bengal lost its advantage that it gained during colonial rule, by the confused government policies which were indifferent to both Bharat and India.

Today evening while changing channels, i found a news(from Rajesthan) where villagers were protesting against excessive use of water by "rich". They claim that "rich" are wasting water when the whole village gets no supply of water from last few days. This is a simple case where the two states of our country see each other with distrust.  Once there was similar situation with slight deviation. Then there were some limited number of people who controlled vast area of lands and were called land lords. This led to rise of naxalism. Unchecked and unbalanced gap between Bharat and India can have similar devastating effects. There should be some way in which both the states understand each other's importance and respect their mutual existence. Now, government in general and society in particular, should make effort to reduce the widening gap between the Bharat and India, because then only we can create a country which assures justice, liberty and promotes fraternity among countrymen, as envisioned in preamble.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Tryst with Bhoot at 3 AM

"Knock Knock.."

"3 in the morning, must be Midas..always comes to ask for NC(night canteen) when it is too late, and then we ask the canteen guys, "kuch to bacha hoga, bhaiya"...now run to C mess or it may be Rastogi asking for something to eat or may be Vinayak asking difference between induction and Dc motor", i wondered how many thoughts raced in my mind without knowing who is knocking.

"hmm...coming"... i replied in a voice which clearly showed how much afraid i am of running to mess or to differentiate between two motors which collectively rotates almost everything on this earth.

"Ohh..Abhinav, you here!!!" i was amazed at my guessing skills that i couldn't think of the very guy next door, Abhinav, a year junior to us.

"Haan Bhaiya, Were you sleeping?"

"No No..was watching a movie..wanna join?"

"No" came his reply.

There was something unusual though. He was not looking the same. Looked as if he was a little frightened. Perhaps a redo in EG or a decreasing CG was the reason of his sleepless night. Well, not a big deal. First year students are generally poor at appreciating the real power of magical word used at BITS, "lite".

"What's wrong?" finally i asked.

"Umm nothing..actually yes..there are some weird sound coming from the toilets.."came a quick reply.

"What sort of sounds?"it aroused a sudden interest in me.

"Sounds as if somebody is typing something on laptop, and sometimes sound of turning pages and even once it sounded as if somebody dropped the pen" again a quick and prompt answer from Abhinav.

"Really..Lets go"

"No...No..I'll not go..bhoot ka chakkar ho sakta hai.." and this showed the real fear of Abhinav.

"ok..then go and call Jadu"

"We can fight with any living creature but bhoot leaves you with no option, how can you fight with something invisible. Bhoots are cute. Bhoots don't harm, they just frighten us." so many facts abouts bhoot came to my mind instantly.

"Kya hua ghantu ke" came the sound in a loud enough voice to wake me from fact finding dream on bhoots.

"Nothing..Kid says he heard something unusual near toilet..as in something supernatural sort of..." i explained him the situation.

"abe mujhe kyun le ja raha hai, sona hai" a hasten reply, even before i completed my sentence. This was enough to show the fear

"pagal hai..bhoot-woot nahi hota..chal na"

"i dont fear anything, just i am little sleepy..ok let's go" so he finally agreed.

After that we reached toilet, amongst the smell of urinals (which showed how bad our flush works), Abhinav was not wrong. There were sounds as he explained. I looked at Jadu and our faces had the same expression, 50% fear and 50% excitement.

We were still not out of the initial shock and there comes in a fainted voice of numerous grammy winner, Emine

                                                    "I'm not afraid to take a stand


                                                     Everybody come take my hand

                                     We'll walk this road together, through the storm

                                                Whatever weather, cold or warm

                                           Just let you know that, you're not alone

                            Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road."
 
Some years ago, i heard of bhoot who was fond of Himesh Reshamiya. Well, i can't blame the bhoot, Himesh Reshamiya's nasal voice have counter effect on living and non living things. But Eminem's fan are out of this real world too..amazing. We decided to call some more people and in 2 minutes, Pika, feynman, Midas, Vinayak all were there. We were discussing amongst ourselves when suddenly the door opened. Bhoot was standing before us and was amazed at so many people welcoming him. So, the bhoot was Slim Shady, another of my neighbours, standing before us with laptop and CAS book in his hand and ipod playing his loving Eminem's playlist.
 
"Abe yaar, kal assignment submit karna hai na, to socha yahi complete kar leta hun" was Slim's explanation.
 
"yaar ho gaya to mail kar dena" and this was Midas. ;)










Thursday, May 19, 2011

Sponsored

This world is of advertisement. Companies don't miss any opportunity, haven't you watched IPL? They have got sponsor at every possible inch of their apparel. So, while watching IPL last evening, I was struck with a new brilliant idea of selling sponsorship of marriages.

Imagine marriage invitations will be like:

HUGGIES
presents

                                   TANU
WEDS
                                                           MANU

At the marriage venue, a large banner will be displayed:

DOWRY PARTNERS: MARUTI SUZUKI, TANISHQ, NOKIA
We wish for your happy life ahead.

APPLIANCES PARTNER: LG, VIDEOCON
Unquestionable Trust. 
May God create trust between the divine pair like customers trust on us.

PHOTOGRAPHY PARTNER: CANON
May the all Almighty retains your love as it is today.

DINNER SUPPORTED BY:

UNITED PRESSURE COOKER
khaye jao, khaye jao; United ke gun gaye jao

PANEER SUPPORED BY: 

AMUL
Taste of India

HOME LOANS BY: AXIS BANK

I hope people don't need any child partner ;).











Saturday, April 30, 2011

LCC 420

TELEBRANDS - Hi friends, Pehle me bahut dukhi rehta tha !! Hmesha hatash rehta tha !! Mujhse padhai nhi ho pati thi. 1 assignment complete karne me mahino lag jate the. Hostel walo ke tane sun ke ro diya krta tha. Fir maine is naye club ke bare me suna - !!!!!!....LCC*....!!!!! Ye wakai lajawab hai, Ab main puri technical book library me complete kar leta hun. Duniya bhar ke taane aur galiyan apni girl friend se hans ke sun leta hu. Kitni bhi tough assignment aaye us se padh leta hun.




*LCC-- Ladki Chahiye Club


After this short promotion by one of the successful members of LCC, there is a story which will inspire everyone
of you.


1 year back:


Place: Corridor, Second Floor, Hostel AH5


"He can't do anything."


"Getting a girl is difficult; he can't get one."


"Guys, see the boy to girl ratio here, then we are from AH5, and at last he is sad Aarush."


"I will!!! Screw you, guys.. You will see one day..." came a confident yet meek voice of Aarush.


"Ok..I bet in front of all, if Aarush gets a girl during our college; i will run one round of central lawn naked." This was Veer, fond of betting on every second argument.


Aarush was feeling very low after all this and in order to keep his words, he went to people who had girlfriends.
Those great souls were touched by Aarush's gesture.


One of them commented," yaar, tune to meri struggle ke dino ki yaad dila di."


After this, those great people consulted amongst themselves and in greater interest of mankind and in particular,
for Aarush, floated a club Ladki Chahiye Club. Even then, it was not anticipated, that so many people will come for inductions. However, after 3 rounds of questionnaire, GD and interview, 5 most depressed souls were selected. This was decided on the sole intention that one who is most depressed needs greatest help of all.




After this, they floated a course, following is the handout:

                       Ladki Chahiye Club

                                   Instruction Division

                                       First Semester

Course Title: Get In Real Life
(short forms are too popular here. DISCO, MOS, EG.. This course is GIRL)

Course No: LCC420

Student in Charge: Aarush

Team of Students: Slim Shady, Midas, Feynman, Pikachu, Jadu

1. Scope and Objective of the course:
The objective of this course is to expose the student to a broad knowledge of experimenatal and theoratical methods to get a girl and train the students in the skill of operation and maintainence to keep the girl happy and going.

2. Utilities:

a. gtalk
b. Mobile phone(with a message pack)
c. deordant (preferably AXE)
d. Strong DC++ (acts as a grapevine)
e. A minimum balance of Rs. 1000 in bank account in addition to your expenditure.
f. Facebook account.

3. Course Plan:

a. Initiation- How to start conversation? Frequency of "Hi". When to wave hand and when to smile? (Lecture Number: 1-5)

b. Maintain the "hi" (Lecture Number: 6-7)

c. How to get the girl's phone number and gtalk id? (Lecture number:8-12) (Includes a lab)

d. How to talk and message using mass media device(mobile phone)? (Lecture no: 13-18) (Includes two labs)

e. gtalk communication with special emphasis on status messages. (Lecture no: 19-21) (Includes a lab)

f. Maintaining the relationship during hard times(e.g. T1, T2, compre). (Lecture no: 22-25)

g. How to indicate that you like her with special emphasis on body gestures? (Lecture no: 26-30)

h. Proposing-selecting accurate time, perfect place and right gift. (Lecture no 30-40)

4. Evaluation Scheme:

a. Test 1: 20% (during Winter vacation)

Problem: Identify and talk to girl of your choice and get her phone number as well as her gtalk id.

b. Test 2: 20% (during Summer Vacation)

Problem: Prepare a report on the girl's likes, dislikes, friends, and her history using social networking sites as well as using your communication skills.

c. Surprise Test: 5%

Problem: You will get a girl's call at the very unexpected moment and the girl is in very bad mood.

d. Assignment: 5%

Problem: Submit a girl's gtalk id every month. (NC for those who submit fake ids)

e. Lab components: 20%

Instructors will first perform the experiment themselves with the help of their girlfriends.

f. Comprehensive Examinaton: 30% (during waves)

Problem: Propose a girl of your choice.

1. Make-up Policy: Make Up for any component will be given only in genuine cases. In all cases prior intimation must be given to IC.

2. Chamber Consultation hour: To be announced in class by instructors

3. Notices: Notice, if any, concerning the course will be displayed on the DC/Ladki Chahiye Club Notice Board.


                                                                                                                                            Instructor-in-charge
                                                                                                                                             LCC420


Students who have completed this course with at least "C" will be eligible to register for the following electives:
a. PROM112
b. MONGI229
c. LIBRARY346



So, Aarush was the course topper and he was recently spotted with a girl in Shopping Centre and in Library where she was teaching him ES C242 ;)


Now, we all are waiting for Veer's public display of.......................................






Saturday, April 16, 2011

Hi

"Hi"
popped up in my chat box. Adrenaline flowed and heartbeat doubled with the sight of the name on chat box. Things were not the way they should be and this "hi" was threatening because you had no clue what was it for. May be a new start or may be the last nail on already withered, inexpressive and non responsive relation. There was a mixed feeling- pleasure that yes i was going to talk, excitement because the envelope was still closed and whatever was inside was still unknown, fear of losing(i don't know why because i dont have anything).

Many things deceive. Their importance is hidden. Trifle things to us can have immense value to someone else. And this was how this chat box was important for me. This was not just a medium of two way communication but an expression, a mouthpiece to say whatever we couldn't have said otherwise. Perhaps even more for this girl.

me: Hi

me: How are you?

Diya: fine, u say?

me: good.

Now a lull for a minute was killing because i didn't know what to talk. I didn't want to write for i might sound foolish. And most importantly, i didn't know why she pinged. Its not easy to break the ice after 4 months of bitter cold. A little warmth of love and affection was necessary to melt that ice which defy all the scientific reasoning. I wonder why should i? Why should i bear the pain of holding fire in my hand which was also not sufficient to melt the ice? Why should i suffer when i could have all the pleasure of the world open for me? But perhaps the life is not science, where we need explanation and logic for every thing. Somethings should be left unexplained, without being reasoned because it eclipses the beauty. Rose is beautiful, appreciate it, why should we bother why it is red.



me: How are studies?

Diya: pathetic. You study a lot.

me: just one day, i went to library and its buzzing all around the campus. People make sarcastic remarks. :|

Diya: hmm. I am tired of fighting.

me: That was not a fight. It was just a mutual understanding. Anyways it doesn't make a difference.

Diya: Loving you is difficult, and i am not that sort of person, who keeps loving people.

me: Why you always hide yourself inside a hard shell? Why not express yourself as you are? Why you prefer a double life and pretend what you are not.

I am timid and was timid too when i was chatting. But the last line was frustration, anger of the reasons unspecified, perhaps reason was Mumbai Indians lost their IPL match. I didn't know the reason but there was something, instigating me to act which i will not prefer normally. This girl was important, and showing anger is not going to change anything. Neither she is going to love me nor i was going to hate her. But anger is always important, show it otherwise it will burst.

Diya: I don't know what to comment. But does your double life statement mean that i love you and i am afraid to tell.

me: No...definitely not. But why can't you see things simple. Can't you say simply apple, why you prefer Malus domestica?

Diya: Because its me. I can't change.

me: Love me or not, that's your choice. But at least show up your emotion.

"Harsh, Harsh..SPM me test hai, jaldi chal sale", a rough manly voice was calling. And i woke up. This was a dream. I can't believe. Normally, if we lose dream in the middle, we have either of two wishes-" great dream..i want to see more of it" or " God save me. I am glad that it is over." But i had no emotion. Still undecided over what i should wish.

By this time, all type of reasons were coming to make me awake.

By the way, how do you think this chat could have ended???

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Couplets From Kabir, Rahim and Amir Khusro


पोथी पढ़ पढ़ जग मुआ, पंडित भयो ना कोय,
ढाई आखर प्रेम के, जो पढ़े सो पंडित होए.

Meaning: Written by kabir, perhaps the most used couplet in day to day life. It says that no one has ever attained greatness by just reading books. One who knows the meaning of love and forbearence is really great.


गुरु गोविन्द दोउ खरे, काके लागू पाये,
बलिहारी गुरु आपने, गोविन्द दियो मिलाये.

Meaning: Written by kabir, this couplet examines the importance of teacher in our life. It states that if God and teacher, both are present before us, whiom should we choose. We should choose teacher, because it is he who made us understand the meaning of God.

बुरा जो देखन मैं चला, बुरा ना मिलिया कोए,
जो मन खोजा आपणा, मुझसे बुरा ना कोए.

Meaning: Again creation of Kabir. It underlines the importance of introspection. It says that one goes on finding evil in everyone but i couldn't find it anywhere. When one introspects oneself, there is no one more bad than me.

रहिमन धागा प्रेम को, मत तोरो चटकाव,
टूटे से फिर ना मिले, मिले गाँठ पर जाये.

Meaning: Rahim says the thread of love is very sacred one and care should be taken that it doesn't break. Because its very hard to join it again, and even if it joins somehow, there is a knot which makes it abrupt.


रहिमन विपदाहू भली जो, थोरे दिन होए,
हित अनहित या जगत में, जानि परत सब कोय.

Meaning: Rahim says, trouble which comes for a small duration is very good for us. Because it gives us a chance to identify those who really love you and those who fake it.


खुसरू दरिया  प्रेम  का, उल्टी वा की धार,
जो उतरा सो डूब गया, जो डूबा सो पार.

Meaning: O khusro, the sea of love runs in strange and unknown directions. One who jumps into it, drowns and the one who drowns ultimately gets across.

(P.S. Motivational one :P)




खुसरु बाज़ी प्रेम कि, मैं खेलूं पी के संग
जीत गयी तो पिया मोरे, हारी पी के संग.

Meaning: Khusro plays game of love with his beloved. If he wins, beloved is his and if he looses, he belong s to his beloved.


                     खीर पकाई जतन से, चरखा दिया चलाय,
                     आया कुत्ता खा गया, तू बैठी ढोल बजाय.


This couplet has an interesting context. Once while Amir Khusro was going somewhere, he stopped by a well. Women standing there instantly recognised him and asked to make a couplet containing the words,"khir" , "charkha", "kutta", "dhol". And then only he could drink water. Legend is that, khusro came up with above couplet within a moment.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Wings Of Change

***********This article was published in leading Pakistan's daily,"The Express Tribune"*******



NEW DELHI: The electricity keeps cutting out, the Internet connection is crackly and the speakers don’t always work, but Santosh Kumar knows that 20 pupils far away in eastern India are relying on him.
Once a week, Kumar uses the Skype computer programme to teach maths to children in Chamanpura, a poor village in the struggling state of Bihar, 600 miles (970 kilometres) from his two-storey house in the suburbs of New Delhi.


The free Internet service allows the class to see, via a projector, Kumar’s tutorial which includes an animated tale about a greedy priest and a wily countryman to teach the students about numbers and the concept of infinity.“The first time I did this, they were really excited by the technology, now they don’t care,” Kumar said. “It’s normal to them.”

Kumar, a successful 34-year-old engineer, grew up in Chamanpura village before battling his way to a place at the prestigious Indian Institute of Technology (IIT) and on to a well-paid job in the Indian capital.
“It’s an uphill task to bring education to villages,” he said, recalling his teenage years when he would cycle eight miles to college in a nearby town.

Kumar’s cousin Chandrakant Singh, also now a well-paid engineer, decided during a trip back to the village to set up a school for children aged between 6 and 12.“I wanted to provide a world-class education to students in the remotest place on Earth,” said Singh, who remembers studying at night under the dim light of a kerosene lamp.

Unfazed by the fact that Chamanpura has no mains electricity, or by the refusal of experienced teachers to travel to Bihar, Singh approached his friends for donations to fund the Chaitanya Gurukul boarding school.
He installed two power generators and organised training for 16 local teachers before hitting on the idea of using Skype to connect students with professionals across India.

“The world’s greatest teachers don’t want to go there, so I thought maybe we could use technology to help our students learn faster,” he said.The school opened its doors in April 2010, offering admission to 500 students, 50 of whom pay nothing, with the rest charged according to their parents’ ability to afford fees.
The Skype lessons take place in the evenings after the day’s regular classes and at weekends.
Kumar was on board from the beginning, adamant that he could help the students and give them more “clarity” on what they learnt in class.

“Some of them were curious, others got intimidated, I had to work with them to rid them of their fear,” he said, pointing out many of them had never seen a computer before.“Now it’s like television for them, it entertains them and hopefully they learn something,” he said during another power outage. “The technical problems happen often. It’s extremely frustrating but we carry on.”

During his maths lesson, some students appeared engrossed by the video, while others chattered inaudibly in the back rows. But they snapped to attention during the question session, with everyone answering correctly.
“It’s a very different way of teaching, it helps me remember what I learn better than if I just read it,” Anmol Kumar Jaiswal, 11, told AFP via the two-way Skype link.

Pragya Parashar, a 12-year-old girl sitting behind Jaiswal nodded in agreement. “I like these lessons, it helps me understand things better,” she said shyly. “I also want to become an engineer like my teacher.


**********Here's the original link: http://tribune.com.pk/story/144147/skype-school-brings-knowledge-to-indian-village/***************

P.S. If you visit this link, please notice the spelling of DELHI. :P

Friday, April 8, 2011

Little things called Av.

Among many lines of interest like Poverty Line, Greenwich Mean Line, Sir Creek Line; there is one more line which has a psychological impact on the entire student community belonging to the colleges where relative grading is followed. Between the two different states of joy and sorrow, interesting and isolated behaviour, there is a fine line of Average lovingly referred to as Av.

Just after a paper gets over, instead of what was asked before,"paper kaisa gaya? " or self confidence boosting comments like,"paper was tough and kitna lengthy tha?" , now the question on every mouth is "Av kitna jayega?" Many a times, it reminds me of recent advertisements floated during the World Cup to exploit the cricket fever among Indians. As a parallel of that," Ek hi to sawal hai, mongi pe discuss karata hai. Dinner pe bird-watching bhi nahi karne deta. Sare chehro par ek hi sawal; Arey Av kya jayega ?"



As soon as the teacher enters the room for paper distribution, suddenly the guessing game (on Av) reaches an all time high, with an occasional feud and "chal lag gayi, 5-5 ki". Teachers go through the routine approach of rubbing the green boards, and then search for little pieces of chalk to write figures of exam(Av, highest, lowest). Some 10p's sitting on first bench help them in their effort. Then follows a triumphant sound (with desks playing the role of drums) in case average is low or otherwise a deep mourning sound coming from somewhere deep inside.



What is the difference between 24 and 27??

Just two marks. Doesn't make much difference.

And what if, average is 25.5??

Oh gosh!!! One who gets 27 is on cloud 9. In his mind, he is calculating little Av+'s of surprise tests, attendances and then then solace himself by lowering the boundary of "B". And in back of his mind,"aaj main upar, aasman niche. aaj main aage, jamana hai piche" is playing.

Now look at the 24's guy. Poor chap. Av-1..huh.. "Anyway i have to maintain C, I can't go to D" with "jag soona soona lage," in background. He goes back to his room and curses all those damn moments when he wasted time with friends. He will calculate his GPA and then again moments of despair haunt him like ghosts did to Ebenezer Scrooge.

aap tension mat lo, 24 wala 2 din me thik ho jayega :D

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

DC \m/

Special Thanks To ......................................*:

(*name withheld on request)y

DC++ is an important part of every BITSian life. When test/exam make people wander all night like Zombie snatching reports, class notes, there is one permanent place to chill out.

Yesterday was no exception, CAS assignment was killing our beautiful sunday morning. Everone of us has no clue to question itself, leave alone solution. The horrible MATLAB screen was making making fun of our restlessness by cracking beautiful jokes on FFT and DFT by giving errors which was not identified by google too.

Amongst all these catastrophe, when nothing seemed to help and the only solution to the problem was to end our lives, there was this guy who remembered his love and came to DC which relieved his mind and one more talented engineer was saved from trauma.



Enjoy his chat:

[01:06] Boy> Hey!!!!!
[01:06] Boy> :)
[01:06] Boy> kya haal hai
[01:07] Girl> :|
[01:07] Boy> madam
[01:07] Boy> boliye
[01:07] Boy> :X
[01:07] Girl> ye kaun hai
[01:07] Boy> raat bhar tp karti hain
[01:07] Boy> jara humse bhi baat kar liya kijiye
[01:07] Girl> :|
[01:07] Boy> hum bhi hai aapke diwane
[01:07] Girl> :O
[01:08] Girl> deewane ka naam bhi toh hoga
[01:08] Boy> file list kya chk kar rahi hain aap
[01:08] Girl> :sulk:
[01:08] Girl> aah
[01:08] Boy> deewana parwana hai
[01:08] Boy> door door se hi jalta hai aapko dekhke
[01:08] Girl> :S
[01:08] Boy> aah
[01:09] Boy> chaand ko kya maloom ......chahta hai use koi chakor
[01:09] Girl> hmm
[01:10] Girl> but whu is dis chakor
[01:10] Girl>
[01:10] Boy> hum toh tere aashik hain sadiyo poorane
[01:10] Boy> chahe tu maane yaa naa maane
[01:10] Boy>
[01:11] Girl> hmmm
[01:11] Boy> hmm
[01:11] Girl> hmmm
[01:11] Boy> hmm
[01:11] Boy> kucch boliye aap bhi meethi meethi baatein
[01:11] Boy>
[01:12] Girl> hhmmm
[01:12] Girl> hum kya bole
[01:12] Girl> hum ajnabeeyonse baat nahi karte
[01:12] Girl>
[01:12] Boy> karwate badalte hain saari raat hum.......aapki kasam
[01:12] Boy> kya ye ajnabee aapko jaana pehchana nahi lagta
[01:12] Boy> :|
[01:13] Boy> kya aapko kisi ajnabee ka intezaar nahi hai apni is tanha zindagi mein
[01:13] Boy> :)
[01:13] Girl> lol
[01:13] Girl> hume jana pehchana toh lagta hai ye ajnabee...
[01:13] Girl> but hum jise jaante hai woh itne romantic nahi hai
[01:13] Girl>
[01:14] Boy> haan hum wahi hain
[01:14] Boy> identity changed hai
[01:14] Boy> :|
[01:14] Boy> aur hostel bhoi
[01:14] Boy> bhi*
[01:14] Girl> lol
[01:14] Girl> hostel change
[01:14] Girl> ye kaise ?
[01:15] Boy> main shankar ka dost hoon
[01:15] Girl> ohhk...
[01:15] Boy> janmashtami mein aapke saath kaam kiya thha
[01:15] Boy> aapki awaaz suni
[01:15] Girl> hmm..
[01:15] Boy> tabhi se aap par fida ho gaya hoon
[01:15] Boy> tere honth kya hain gulabi kamal hain......ye do pattiyaan pyaar ki ek ghazal hain
[01:15] Girl> lol
[01:16] Girl> humne toh bahut logon k saath kaam kiya tha
[01:16] Girl> aap kaun hai bataye
[01:16] Girl>
[01:16] Boy> bas ek deewana samajh lijiye
[01:16] Boy> aise hazaro milenge aapko
[01:17] Girl> hume unknown deewane acche nahi lagte
[01:18] Girl>
[01:18] Boy> deewane ka dil todna acchi baat nahi
[01:18] Girl> ab nahi acche lagte toh nahi acche lagte
[01:18] Girl>
[01:19] Boy> chaliye
[01:19] Boy> shubh ratri aapko
[01:19] Boy> lekin deewane ko bhooliyega mat
[01:19] Girl> sry
[01:19] Girl> hum toh bhul jayenge
[01:19] Girl> yaad rakhne k liye naam toh hai nahi
[01:19] Girl>
[01:20] Boy> lekin hum yaad dilate rahenge
[01:20] Boy> deewana aapke sapne dekhega
[01:20] Girl>
[01:20] Boy> samay mile toh hame ek baar yaad kar lijiyega---------(aapka unknown aashiq)
[01:20] Girl> >_<




I get one thing from the chat, DC is bigger than the assignments or exams or quizzes or my degree which is result of my four year torture :D

Thanks to DC++, which helps engineers like us.

DC \m/



Monday, April 4, 2011

How it All Started...part 2

Click here to read the first part of the story.

"Deep" comes the reply in not so attractive, yet meek and gentle voice.

Though the whole WAVES of mine went in trying different schemes to talk to HR girls, yet occasional interruption of Deep through hi-hello gave feel-good feeling. After WAVES, life was back to normal, the same classes, games, library and sleep with an addition of a new friend. I was slowely recovering from Test 1 debacle and was assimilating with new environment of freedom and newly gained responsibility. Everything was perfect as it should be.

It was the last exam of the semester.. My train was bound the next day. While I was checking in at the security gate after bading good bye to a friend of mine, a familier voice trapped my attention. I turned back and saw a cute little figure carrying bags of weight more than hers.

"Good Bye.....Happy Vacation..." was her final words.

"Same to you..." was only what i managed to say.

First semester ended and so ended my library torture.

Nothing happened in vacation and 20 days of mother's love passed in a flick of time. We were back in Goa.

Perhaps, God was merciful this time and i was greeted with a decent PR number. After registration, i messaged Deep asking her PR number. (PR number or Priority number is a randomly assigned number to make ones time table) She was surprised of message as we hadn't yet exchanged numbers. We had long chat that evening. Looked a perfect start of new semester.



Days passed by and so increased our friendship. Occasional stroll after library followed the increased frequency of gtalk chats. Again Test1 was setback but not a debacle. And moresoever, this time i had a friend always supporting and encouraging. She helped me whenever i felt low. Every failure of mine was first routed to her and there she was, with a bag full of inspirational stuff. A good luck message before exam, became customary. With time, every ping on gtalk grabbed my immediate attention as it can be hers. I waited for her to be online.

There ended the second semester...

Friday, April 1, 2011

How it All Started...part 1

On timeline: Year 2009, first semester.

Where: Chemistry class

My chemistry lecturer was on full roll. He was explaining weird psi with all care so that no one could find out that he too is as much clueless on the Lord Shiva's balistic weapon's look alike as we are. (psi looks like trident or trishul  of Lord Shiva.) All melancholy faces were glued to the green board. Among those some enthusiast were copying as if those combination of psi's had some fortune making formulae.


psi

I started yawning and when it looked impossible to pass those 50 minutes, i opened my EG(Engineering Graphics) textbook and started reading that day's assignment. Suddenly a girl perched on the vacant seat next to me. Apparently we two had same EG section because she was holding an  EG textbook in her hand. After a while, those skew lines made no sense to me and to save redo, i asked the girl as much timidly as i could if she can explain me. 

And she happily obliged. A brief "thank you" gesture was shared before we parted at the end of the class. The next class, and again we found ourselves on the same chairs. This time physics and she asked me a question. Luckily and fortunately, i made it. It continued for one month. Later we read every subject other than chemistry in that class. That's how our friendship started, but still we didn't know each other's name.

After the trauma of Test 1 where my best performance was av-15, i was determined enough to do improve in test 2. I started visiting library. (I am too social to study in my own room ;) And there was she. In a week's  time, out of pity and sympathy, she started helping me in my studies. Still, we didn't know each other's name.

Then there was WAVES. And  one day, she asked my name.
"Harsh" was my reply and "yours?" was my question.

"My name is...................................." TO BE CONTINUED.

Second Part: click here








Saturday, March 26, 2011

STRESS ANALYSIS

My Mother: Hello....

Me: Hello..

Mother: How are you?

Me: Nothing......test morrow........studying..

Mother: you people have an exam every second day...(and suddenly remembering suicide cases due to exam pressure)..beta..aaram se paper dena...exam hi hai...



I don't have much idea about evaluation process in other universities, but in BITS, we follow continuous evaluation process which is collection of specially designed tasks over a period of time to test knowledge, understanding and skills attained by pupils. But to me, it is the check of patience, frustration and ability to hog through the night.

But i am not gonna talk about its advantages and disadvantages,but rather an interesting story of one of my exams.

Time: 5:00 PM
15 hours before my Mechanics of Solids paper(affectionately it is called as MOS)

Place: Road near Children's park.

I am happily chatting with a girl(whom unfortunately i liked). Considering my little knowledge in this subject, and already mountain full of av- on my head, ideally i should be studying this subject with all artificial zeal, i could generate. But you know, dil ka mamla hai...

Girl: Have you finished??

Me: (like dhoni, undecided till last moment wheather to play or leave the ball): Ummm.....yeah..sort of...only last chapter left..

Girl: Niceeee..

Me: Actually....I am blessed by three Gods living in front of me: God Sri Ram, God Vinayak and God Shiv.. They teach me..

(yes really....i am not joking..my three neighbours share their names with Gods.. but we refer to them rather as "kamina sriram", and rest i cannot not write..there is a report abuse button ;)

Girl: Ok....i have a little problem with Bending Moment Diagram..help me..

Me: Actually.........i have left this chapter only......

Our conversation lasted for 5 hours with all hope of my recovery cremated. And you know, Boys can never say, "ok..going to study.." because pata nahi, fir chance mile na mile..test ka kya hai..aate jate rehte hain....you know continuous evaluation process.



Time: 2:30 AM
 Venue:Hostel room
7 hours before exam.

My corridor is silent, occasionally that killing lull is broken by hanuman chalisa played by Mishra Ji. (another of my neighbours) By the way, this ongoing Test 2, Mishra ji has updated his exam time playlist with remix version of hanuman chalisa and durga ji ki aarti..

Suddenly a loud commotion breaks and sound of hustle-bustle starts coming. This sound forces me to take a peek outside. Midas comes, half panting..he says," harsh..you want to see 3-d glasses"...."Roly brought it....."

I give a look at  the diagram, i am feeding upon..and then say," hmm......lets go...u tried.???."

"nahi re....so many people in the queue........"

As soon as i entered in Roly's room....there was a 3d glass, but the movie............

Later, i was informed that the acclaimed 4 GB avtaar 3d print available on DC wasnt the 3d one..(now you know which 3d movies are left on DC)

Time: 9:15 AM
Venue: Examination Hall

I am doing desperate attempts with my calculator to find a meaningful number to write, but always ending up with stress value on beam of building in nanoNewton...

Time: 9:30 AM

Exam finishes.

I remember my mother's word."beta, aaram se dena...exam hi hai.."



Monday, March 21, 2011

Game Over: Press Enter to Restart :D

"you are not the kind of guy, I always dreamt of", girl said and looked at the bright neon light displaying Coca Cola in familiar Loki font.

And Slim Shady thought," sab film ka asar hai... isko lagta hai ki background me violin bajega, hawa chalegi... bullshit."

Slim Shady: Its ok. I dont have any problem. Everyone has one's own choice.

Girl: I don't really mean to hurt you but you know.....know...i can't give my 100% to this relationship.
Slim Shady: What else can i say!!!

Girl: You are a nice guy. You can get a better girl.

Slim Shady (to himself): "koi nahi mila, tab to tere paas aaya" (to girl): hmm.......but you will never find a boy like me.

Girl: tere jaisa chahiye bhi to nahi. I dont want a guy like you otherwise why should i "reject".......err....i mean leave you.

Slim Shady has now lost all his hope and in despair started spilling over all emotional dialogue, he remembered so far.

Slim Shady: One day you will climb all the ladder of success and that day you will not have a single person to cherish the success.

Girl: Why?? My family is not running anywhere. Aren't they enough??

Slim Shady: oohh..yes.........in fact they are. I was talking of someone special.

Girl: you mean..special "Like you".... i am happy celebrating single..  Well... You should be irritated of me..2 years of hopeless effort.

Slim Shady(trying to be filmy emotional, in a deep grave voice): hmm.......your irritation soothes me somehow...

Slim Shady(resorted to last weapon): In the two year, i lost many girl as i had no one except you anywhere in my mind.

Girl(to herself): ek to hogi nahi... confidence se jhuth bol raha hai..(to Slim Shady): ok..and who they are?

Slim Shady: uumm...None of your business..leave it......

Girl: No..no...at least i should know, how much you sacrificed for me!!!

Slim Shady: puja....

Girl(interrupting in between): Pujaa....my friend..i will try to talk to her regarding you..

Slim Shady( looks like i am in trap): Arrey no......I was talking of girl who used to roam with puja.........

Girl(phas gaya kamina): Anyways...........you recollect her name........tell me then....now......i am going to nesci.......Vijay is waiting for me...

Later in the day, Slim Shady is found addressing the gathering of 25 esteemed "still single" friends.

Slim Shady: Arrey....i am feeling very light now............Because of this girl, I was not getting a better looking girl than her...It was like i was in jail..and i am free now........ great feeling you know........

All(in chorus): Treeeeat...................chal NC chal................

Slim Shady: Abe mere account me 32 rupaye hai..*

(*Last line is the favourite excuse of Slim Shady to us.........not to girls ;)










Thursday, March 17, 2011

Why Jeson Likes Pink???

To all those who don't know, there are two halls in BITS-Goa, which serve food to 2000 people. The dishes which they prepare are not found in any other part of the world or may be what they serve is the distorted version of cuisines relished by others. Those two areas are popularly known as A-mess and C-mess. At the start of every month, every student is allowed to select either of the two messes depending on convenience. Now, that convenience includes proximity to girl's hostel, for some demons; proximity to library, and at last the quality of food. But this post is not about the food there but a sacred, pious love story of Jeson and A-mess staffs.


A-mess Sign Board

Perhaps, their love started much earlier but now jalim jamana knows about this. And as always jalim jamana is against their love. Here's is the conversation of two commoners.


Rusty: Bhaijaan!!! You heard about Jeson..

Bhaijaan: hmm....campus is buzzing with his tales.. Perhaps the trauma of two year "girl deprived" torture..

Rusty: Even then...Mess people!!! He should have thought about our prestige, if not his.. How can i even go to Mongi with him... People give such dirty looks.......

Bhaijaan: Koi nahi...apne galti karte hai to usko galti nahi kehte.. Let's accept the reality.. Its not his fault only..haven't you noticed the pink uniform of A-mess guys??


Pink Uniform (A mess staff)

Rusty: Jeson too is to be blamed..Why did he take undue favour from them? He gets 4 pieces of chicken when rule says 2. He gets 3 sweets when other get only 2.

Bhaijaan: arrey, even yesterday, the whole pink army was surrounding us and Jeson was giving them smile.

Rusty: Aur tab bhi bhaijaan, He goes to mess in his erotic red shorts.. Apparently, the whole mess goes crazy with the first sight of that shorts. Bhaijaan, if you remember, there was special lunch on his birthday..

Bhaijaan; You are such ignorant, even the mess option of Jeson is already selected..obviously A-mess.

Rusty: Bhaijaan..I have information that there is a big portrait of Jeson in A-mess office and all staff fold their hands before him before starting day's proceedings and during night..you know what...............

Bhaijaan: Stop it!! I cant listen to it any longer. Lets get him a girl. Call him..I'll talk to him.

Bhaijaan: Hey Jeson...We were thinking that you need a girl. Why don't you try to put an advertisement? Design it. I'll publish it.

Jeson: OK..I'll try.

The next day following advertisement was published ;) Click on it to enlarge.