Registration

First of all I apologise for the delay of my blog. Unfortunately this will prevail till I am not over with my GRE. Hopefully I will write GRE on 7th of september so you can easily think of what type of hustling happening on my side. I thought it would be hard to find time for me to write the blog, but the incident which took place yesterday needs a place to mark on.

' REGISTRATION ' it may be a single word for you but for me it was like standing on the verge of a sword. I was suppose to do the registration on behalf of my friend because of his absence. Out of four choices as elective we were suppose to choose any one. I clicked on one option and continued, in the end it showed one window and might be some error message at the negligent corner of the screen which I naturally overlooked. I was happy that I helped someone, but destiny played another trick and I was fooled by those rubbish, scoundral, ruffian, sadist academic section. He was not registered :(( . As a matter of fact whoever chose between any of those 3 options apart from a specific one, was not registered. Yesterday when we were checking our course of the new sem, out of curiosity I thought to check my chums academic page. I was SHOCK with astonishment that he was not registered.

Academic section people are famous for their cruelty on children. pura sarkaari kaam hota hai .Whatever, I shrugged my shoulders and went straight to acad office regarding the discrepancy. As usual they refused to entertain or even listen to me. It was pathetic , I HATE acad office :(( . Above all they are charging 100/- fine per day on my friend due to the delay of his registration. He is coming on 2nd of august and I dont know how am I gonna tell him about this because I didnt tell him anything regarding this adverse situation. I dont know how he will react. I dont know what to do now because things have been messed up and brooding the feelings of remorse inside me :((:((.

Return of Chums and My Transmogrification

One more day and again we will be in the midst of tug of war with the pedagogy system of our institute, striving hard to imbibe the erudition. If rope falls on our side then it would be our triumph otherwise disguise of rebukes bequeath by our dear professors. Our new session will commence on 25th of july. Institute is again returning back to its old pase as its educatee coming back to their sojourn.

B2 floor is now chirping with those old but acquainted amicable voices. Observing changes or better to say trying to dig out the changes happened in the last three months ' mota ho gaye', ' baal chote katva liye' ,' chashme ka frame naya hai kya' and lots more. Talking about the changes, I thought why not have something different and unusual, a surprise for everyone. I went through some sporadic changes and shaved french beard to give a newfangled look to my face. Occasional changes are always beneficial for an individual, it keeps you aloof from a retro look. First few days it failed to descry, virtually everyone overlooked my new look but slowly people started looking at my face as if I morphed myself in computer. Overall got positive feedback accompanied by few outlandish remarks.

To quote some they were like, " hey, you looking like that parsi tv actor ". Wonder whether I have a lineage running in iran responsible for my parsi looks.

Some started calling me " French Banagali " , hehehehe just imagine the combo of a french man and a bengali....ok stop!!! dont burden your minds. Still you have to read the rest of my blog.

But the strangest of all replies I recieved was today in the morning while having my breakfast. One of my friend, a typical " ghareluu " chap, returned from his ' home sweet home ' looked first few seconds and then replied " abe you looking like a french porn star "eeeeeeeeeeee....now that was the weirdest comment I had ever heard in my whole life. How come I look like a french pornstar ? Thank god my parents dont read my blogs otherwise they would have undergone a severe heart attack. Well I think he must have seen few french porn-movies in the recent past hence in every french beard he is discerning those exhausted men.

wuhhh!!that was something.

Apathetic Day Of my Life

me : " Hi "

jolie: " Hiii !! , so wazzup "

me : " What about a coffee "

jolie: " Sureeee!! why not "

me: " jolie....a....a....i...I...think....."

jolie: " what !! go ahead I am listening "

[ BANG ]!!!!!!!!!!! [ BANG]!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( at the door)


" shehhhhhh!! whos that ruffian brat, desperate to knock down my door with my shattered dreams "....these were the exact words I uttered in the morning when one of our dearest friend returned from exile ...ohh no no ...he wasn't accused for anything, actually he went germany for summer internship and came today in the morning. I am not a choleric who finds wicked ways to screw up others life but the awful incident made me doleful. I was about to propose jolie....arey jolie ko nahin jaante apni angelina jolie....but when the bad time comes it comes from all the sides. My dream shattered into millions of pieces when I found myself in my bed instead of that little cozy and magnimonious coffee bar. I gave thousands of curse to my amigo and cribbed why I woke up so early !!


Well life has to go on and on...so I started my day with an apathetic mood. Brushed my teeth, went for breakfast, came to my room and as quotidian routine checked blogs and mails. In the afternoon one of my chums came for the lunch. He is the another rare specie came straight from mars, but the story changes here. Despite of me, he curses god all day why the almighty send me all over from Benaras to live next to him. I get ultimate pleasure in making him brainsick with my moronic ,lunatic,non sensical ,loony , loopy,dipey, dopey, sappy, wacky demeanour.


Story doesnt ends at this point. In our T.I.M.E batch we have our beloved english linguist, who is expected to teach us various deep, unexplored facts of language. Our English sir is no doubt a noble man with respectable sense of humour, but when it comes to tantalize the organs of an engineer then even its an arduous task for a veteran comedian. Four years of oppressive study somewhere turns everyone to a weeping philosopher. Ok, so our English teacher to make the class lively and witty tries his best to crack poor to poorest degree of ineptly jokes. Ohh...gawd...when he cracks those sillily Pjs and fonly smiles, it looks like he is jeering on himself. The sad part of the story is that today in the evening class unfortunately he cracked outnumber of those pieces of turd. I cribbed, I bawled, I sobbed, I vociferated, I wailed, why I got up so early in the morning ?

So today I'll give my subconcious mind a longgggg rest, may be possible I'll find myself again with those half spoken words sitting infront of the most gorgeous lady...... hehehehe >:)>:)

5 Days of Solitude

I am not talking about Gabriel Garcia Marquezs' 100 years of solitude but the solitude we faced in the last 5 days . We were virtually cutoff from the external world, living solely hooked to our LAN facilities for time pass. Many rumours followed by few factual details filled the air of our institute with one question , why internet not working properly? When not able to answer those equivocal questions people started relating Blogspot hohalla with the internet connections of IIT-B.

quote:

" Bloggers in India are getting together to protest against the sudden blocking of popular Google-owned blog-hosting site Blogger by some Internet Service Providers (ISPs) like Spectranet, Mahanagar Telephone Nigam Limited (MTNL), Reliance Powersurfer, Airtel Broadband and Sify."

Blogspot has been under the strict vigilance of various authorities. Indian government's vicious tactics to debar blogspot not only made me go mad type of poignant mood but roused the holy lineage of bloggers.They protested against the government under the aegis of article 19 of the Indian constitution which states that "all citizens shall have the right ..to freedom of speech and expression".

Internet and its ample resources has blighted the new age generation.Internet has made us its partisan henchman to such an extent that for a regular net browser its almost impractical to live without net. To be more precise it has encroached and more or less responsible for the eccentric behaviour of the students. A decade ago the same age group of men were use to be equally joyous and blithe with their surrounding. Spending time with their amigos, sharing deepest feeling with chums. But now the IT development captivated the students in their 8 feet by 10 feet room, sitting infront of their dabbas searching desperately for virtual friendship. I dont have any intention to buttress the old age generation and accuse the new generation with calumny. Infact the new IT revolution has impinged everyone including me irrespective of age or sex.

Anyhow the failure of net supply proved a boon for me. It helped me to complete some of my academic commitments , if not net then possibly those commitments would have dragged me to solitude.

This blog is to testify that the net is working properly and above all BLOGSPOT still has to cover many more years before its debarment.

Hail Blogspot

Overly Diversified Career

Overly diversified and ample of opportunities due to the brooding of new IT sector not only made the life of miserable students hell but it gave rise to infinte dreams. The selfishness of grabbing 'THE BEST' as a career. Reaching upto the expectations of your family and hectic lifestyle turned the 21st century man into a robot.

" yeh exam bhi de do....fir woh exam bhi de dena...", I know what u must be thinking of. A mind full of perplexity dont know where to go. But today this is the ground reality when uncertainity of so called great career is at its peak. Before entering IIT I had a vision and clear cut aim of what to do with my life, but 3 years of dubious experience changed the crux of the story which is now, " jo sabse acha opportunity mile , use le lo ".... Hence apart from preparing for GRE , I entered into the thick dour forest of unknown world of business.

Yes, I have recently enrolled myself in T.I.M.E, not because they have excellent faculty but due to the fact that they come all over from Andheri to powai to teach us making our lives little peaceful. One more reason which can't be overlooked is their fee structure. Compared with IMS, TIME offers test and study materials at much cheaper rates.

ok...so I was talking about the CAT mock test. It was my second mock test which I faced with temerity. But soon felt the plight of the specimen paper which I was looking indifferently. It might be rude to say that the paper was difficult since everyone scored well except me. Infact I ruined that portion of the paper which was suppose to be my strong capability with respect to the other two. But you know it becomes hard to convince yourself when you rue for the mistakes which you could have abstained. Ruminating your earlier faults will not help you in future growth.

So while returning back to my hostel , strolling under the trees felt the rays of the sun dancing on my fingertips, striving hard in between the thick canopy of leaves to drench me and illuminate me with the ultimate bliss. Felt the need of a RESTART button of my life to return back in my dreamt utopia.

Life is like a river flowing with living water
where you have to ratify the fact how to abridge your destination.

New Obsession

What this world would look like without literary art or semantic explainations?

At times it becomes difficult to explain the perplexity of certain mesmerising moments which baffles inside your heart, flicking to quench. It happened to me few days back when I was browsing my 'Gulzaar' collection, there I found the songs of Maqbool. Paying little heed I added the songs to my current play list of wmp. Unknowingly the 'jhinni mini jhinni' song coaxed inside my soul somewhere in the abyss of my thoughts, that when the song ended it took me to a state of bemusement . It blandished me and believe me still its going on my windows media player. Just quoting the lines of Hazrat Amir Khusaru, a maestro bard who wrote those beautiful prose which has the ability to drench your soul from tip to toe in the aura of sufism.

It is almost impossible to translate the word rung into English. It is not colour, hue or anything like that. May be something like glow or brilliance or gorgeousness may come close to it. There are many different legends explaining the use of this word in the qawwali. Most of them point to the fact that Amir Khusrau sang these line ecstatically when he came back to his mother after meeting Nizamuddin Aulia for the first time, after a long search for an ideal sufi master – reason why the lines are addressed to the mother.

Aaj rung hai hey maan rung hai ri
Moray mehboob kay ghar rang hai ri
Sajan milaavra, sajan milaavra,
Sajan milaavra moray aangan ko
Aaj rung hai........
Mohay pir paayo Nijamudin aulia
Nijamudin aulia mohay pir payoo
Des bades mein dhoondh phiree hoon
Toraa rung man bhayo ri......,
Jag ujiyaaro, jagat ujiyaaro,
Main to aiso rang aur nahin dekhi ray
Main to jab dekhun moray sung hai,
Aaj rung hai hey maan rung hai ri.

What a glow everywhere I see, Oh mother, what a glow;
I’ve found the beloved, yes I found him,
In my courtyard;
I have found my pir Nizamuddin Aulia.
I roamed around the entire world,
looking for an ideal beloved;
And finally this face has enchanted my heart.
The whole world has been opened for me,
Never seen a glow like this before.
Whenever I see now, he is with me,
Oh beloved, please dye me in yourself;
Dye me in the colour of the spring, beloved;
What a glow, Oh, what a glow.

Desperate IITians

" Dekh.. dekh.. udhar ek babe jaa rahi hai....abe kash apne college main do chaar aise hotein "

This is a typical IITian dialogue when they go outside to hang out with friends (obviously and unfortunately with friends having similar sexual orientation). The scarcity of so called 'females' in IITs not only made the students desperate over the years but lead few of them to major metamorphic changes [PUN intended]. After four years of imprisonment, aloof from the external world, any remote girl with biological specifications of a female considered as a ' babe'. By the end of first year we not only had knowledge of technical tactics but came to know about the diversification in english linguist regarding girls.

girls can be broadly classified into two major categories

1. Fe Males

2. Non Males

The first one is acceptable and praised by the students, but the second one are those who are responsible for the outnumber of henpecked husbands. 'Non males' can also be classified as those girls who possess the physical stature of a female but unfortunately thinks with men's perspective.

When we were sitting inside our convocation hall for registration in first year, then the director of IIT-B announced with glare on his face about the ratio of girls in IIT. It was a great news for them that girls number increased from 5% to 5.5% with respect to the last year. But for us it was nothing better, may be increase in one or two gal....naaaa !! not fair. Situations are so pathetic inside IITs that u can think of it like in this way, there are all total 66 students in our batch accompanied by only 6 opposite sexes. Ratio of 1:11 ....ohh gawdd !!! dont know how they manage to handle this aberration. Atleast we have 'some' number but dont know how Aerospace department is working on, poor guys they even dont have a single girl to boast on.

Desperateness has reached to its zenith that you can smell it in common language as a redolent lingo 'Despo' or 'Despogiri' derived on the similar grounds of typical mumbhaikar language 'bhaigiri'. Somehow we tend to become habituated to this conditions, infact this change could be seen in the girls as well. Initialy they were use to give quick glance on abusive longitudnal waves even if it was around 10 decibel points* but after 3-4 years no matter what you speak infront of them they become kind of impervious to everything.

Now thats the INSIDE story......but still every year we pray to the almighty government to have quota for the girls .

" shayad humara bhi kuch bhala ho jaaye..... "

* - Decibel is a unit of measurement of the loudness or strength of a signal. A whisper is about 20 dB

Second Day In Our College

While I was cleaning my wardrobe, few bits of paper fell off on my toe. On looking at them carefully I found my past experiences of my freshie time on them. So I thought, why not share my few enthralling moments with you.

" WoW !! " I think there is no other word except this exclamatory sound to emphasize my excitement and jubilant mood.Finaly I cherished my dream and sustained it till the dooms day.After coming to the college, time is just like leaping every odd numbers.First day passed as if day comprises of only 1 hour instead of 24 hours. Today is my second day in Powai. I didn't get much time rather I was so tired that I couldn't complete my scrap.But now after one day's rest everything seems to be refulgent as if some one refurbished them for me.

It's sunny afternoon after two days of heavy downpour. Since I am from varanasi so it was difficult for me to acclimate myself with the new atmosphere. It has been only two days but I can feel the metamorphic changes inside my self being. I have been alloted hostel 13. Though thirteen is considered as unlucky number but you wont believe its not better than a 5 star hotel. Outside my room I have a large terrace where you can enjoy the panoramic view of the Powai lake and heeranandani gardens. Seniors are friendly and try their best to cooperate with the students. We have tremendous extra curricular activities continuously going on in our campus during semesters.

" Orientation " , this word has a lot of weightage initself atleast for a freshie. Whole day goes to orientation in various sections of our institute and at nights about the events took place in our college. Early in the morning we were suppose to meet near the Lecture theatre. Our journey began with our respective departments and then in the end to the central library.

Metallurgical and material science as the name suggests, it has the labs with heavy machines with old rusty look. Overall It puts an impression of obsolete machine parts dumped as scraps.

Central library was awesome. It contains approximately 1.5 lakhs of books well maintained and fully revised. Whole library was well equiped with computers and advance searching machines. Due to the LAN facility no longer one has to scroll through those torn pages of catalogue to search books of his choice. Our orientation was over by 4 o'clock after which we came back to our hostel for rest.....


I think I should leave now because I have to get ready for my techfest orientation .......

It Was A Hectic Weekend For Me

July is the month of admissions and fulfilment of dreams of thousands of children, similarly my brother was frenzied with happiness to get an admission in his dream college. My cousin who has just passed his class 12th got admission in Symbiosis pune. Mesho and mashi flew directly from lucknow to pune for the admission of Kunal in Symbiosis as soon as possible. Everything went on smoothly, Kunal got admission and fortunately found an appartment which he has to share with other two children . Mesho mashi then came to mumbai to my sis's home. In the same evening they rang me and informed me about their plan for next few days.

Mashi wanted to go to kunal's paying guest house once again to ensure that her son is alright in supervision of his big brother who is in his second year of MBA in pune itself. Since I am an introvert by nature and a man who loves to live in his own dreams would certainly try to escape from such social obligations. But unfortunately I reluctantly said yes because there were no other ways to escape from this pit. When I met mashi and showed my gratitude to her, suddenly she looked at my face and suggested to have a quick tour to shiridih. Now I must say at that moment it was like " ohh gawd main kyun aa gaya...koi acha bahana bhi nahin mil raha " ...but you know the common hindu belief, never say or think about god in wrong way. So I was somehow felt like under the bondage of religion at that time and didnt get the opportunity to plea for my rescue.


We happily left for pune and took volvo bus from nerul( its on harbour line ) . It was my first time on the express highway so I was enthralled by the serene beauty of the untouched ghats. Before entering Lonavala and khandala I smelt the redolent of the city with the traces of the buildings built on mountains cutting them brutely. Whole natural beauty was lost in the gloomy dense fog of commercialization. However after three long hours we finaly reached pune station and from there to my cousin's home. We left for shiridih next day in the early morning so that we could get enough time to return back to pune before dusk. While returning from Shiridih we watched lots of sai baba movies in which people rococo Sai baba's shrine and with full of sanctimonious devotees reciting paeans to make him happy.


We reached Pune by 8 o'clock, met my cousin gave him the prasad and left for mumbai. My mashi is in her 50's so she has tonns of prejudices regarding the new generation . She is a live example of acerbity for the new hip hop generation. Therefore naturally she was afraid of travelling during night due to so called fear of bhaiya type people who are suppose to plunder people whenever they travel at nights. But it took half an hour to convince her that the general gentry and overall scenario is different in mumbai as compared to UP. She reluctantly agreed but with one promise that if she is convinced that the people travelling are OK then only she'll travel. I also nodded with loyalty because it was a valid point.

Fortunately one volvo bus was waiting for the passengers. Mashi first went inside the bus to inquire the quality of passenger, but I could surely tell by looking at her face that she was enough reluctant to travel. I could make out with her expressions that she must have saw some half drunk men watching bar girls dancing inside the bus. She came down and was about to say NO but suddenly people with wives and children hurriedly went inside the bus. Now mashi was in dilemma whether to go or not and finally she chose to go because the number of people with family overcame the number of single men who were sitting initially inside the bus. Believe me when I got inside, there was nothing as such type whatever I saw on mashi's face. As the matter of fact there were few middle aged men disconsolated from their bosses, sitting at the back half dozing so that they dont get disturb by the incoming passengers. Now that was hilarious .Overall It was bit tiring journey since whole day we had been travelling more than half of the time in buses glued to our seats. But I enjoyed the western ghats untouched beauty, about which i'll write soon when I will feel like I have justified vaocabulary to express my thoughts.

Torrential rains in Mumbai

For few days I left my blog untouched aloof in the midst of few intellectually brilliant thoughts. On reading other blogs , I thought why not include myself also in the race of sharing some bits of daily incidents.Why not share some of my past few days experience in this torrential rain.

It was similar to the last catastrophe of 26th july. ohhh ...still it shakes me with terror . At that time I was suffering with phalcipharium malaria. I know.... I know ...it sounds bit biological but what can I do , my doctor told me its amongst the fatal one. But however as with time wounds heel up similarly i recovered :) .
But thank god I am not ill this time . so I tried my full IIT capabilities and facilities ( net facility) to interpret ....ok ok atleast not interpret but understand the rains at my level best.

So it was my daily routine to check out religiously the progress of clouds and their erratic movements .I must say its the game of nature, neither scientists nor the intellectuals could explain natures next move. It was evident from the vanishing and again showing of the clouds at certain regions. However the crux of the story is that the cyclonic winds above the orissa region shifted and still shifting towards the western ghats hence resulting in heavy downpours in mumbai and suburban regions......

while I was sitting by my window and enjoying my roommade black tea , it was drizzling outside with heavy gust. Suddenly I heard a BANG .... it was not a bomb or a cannon, then what was it...I rushed to my friend’s room to get an idea what was going on. Then came to know that due to lightning a building collapsed in heeranandani ( heeranandani is a residential area near our IIT campus) . It was sad but what can we do, its in the hands of almighty god.

Andheri which is considered to be the heart of the city, struggles hard to survive in these rains. I went for my CAT common mock test . My examination center was in andheri in some abc college don’t remember the name. College was in itself evident of the struggle of the anarchists movements at the time of revolution of independence. Few more years and hopefully we wont see that building again because of its pathetic condition. Anyways I was talking about the effect of rain ...so when I came out with gloomy and screwed up face..... because of the data interpretation portion of the paper, suddenly noticed that students were gathered at the door steps ....it was a horrible scene may be too difficult to explain in words for a novice linguistic like me . Road was submerged into 3 feet muddy water which was flowing like a routine river trying to make its way out inbetween the thick canopy of concrete. I gathered courage and jumped into that gutter + rain + sewage + etc etc not going into details and composition of the water :((

Whole traffic and train lines were paralysed but hopefully BEST buses were trying their best to prove their names right ..:D so I took one mulund bus and by god’s grace got a window seat. It was shocking to see mumbai, the so called megacity in the world crying for help infront of the mother nature. Water level was so high that in few places water came almost inside the bus making hard for the bus to continue. On coming nearer to powai we were almost in some elevated area so water level was under control. Finally I reached IIT powai and took one autorikshaw for the hostel....

But I wont forget this dooms day when everything looked like under the hands of nature ..