Recos and transcripts

A horrible experience of academic office and its sarkari kaam is well illustrated by me in my past blogs. Unfortunately, again I have to knock the doors of academic office for the transcripts. The very thought giving me shivering of the long Qs and thrashing heat, sweating from tip to toe.

Today I met my faculty adviser and seminar guide for the recommendation letter, a must thing if you want to go for a decent university. So here goes the conversation :


Characters :

Nayan: A normal guy who loves to chase his ideas and dreams. But 4 years of torturous environment made him bit nabduu. He is afraid of professors because according to him professors are avtaars of diabolic people on earth to torment poor souls of students.

Prof. 1: A globular and well rounded personality ( physically). His starry eyes is quite capable to scare the pesty devils of Ramsay brother group. A good soul by heart because he saves students in BTech and seminar presentations from being stripped off by the nagging examiners, above all he gives good grades due to which students get attracted towards him during BTP and seminar allotment season.

Prof. 2: An unexperienced but enthusiastic professor. Teaches english in the class and puts greek in her question paper, ' ab yeh wahi baat ho jaati hai, mooh main raam bagal main churri '.

Act 1, Scene 1

(Metallurgical and material science department, 3rd floor corridor. Few people standing here and there for some lab work. Chemicals Lab door is closed but the noxious smell of chemicals making the corridor irresistible for breathing. )

Me : " Good morning sir !! "

Prof1: " hi!! have seat " ( I didn't expect such type of exuberant warm entertainment :D )

Me: " Sir , I want to pursue masters in bioMEMS, Can I have your guidance regarding grad schools" ( Ratta maar ke aaya tha , ugal diya unke saamne)

Prof1: " sure Nayan, what doubts you have ? "

Me: " Sir, my dr is blah ...blah.....blah " ( We need to cash out our accolades and projects >:) )

Prof1: " good " ( A standard reply, I wonder if I would have told him that I looted your home, then also his reply would have been the same :)) )

Entry of a third person

Me: " What you suggest, where I should apply "

Prof1: " ohh !! thats a difficult question but nevertheless I will give you some names and you can ask them. They are working actively in the field of bioMEMS " ( A nice way to sugar coat ' look, I dont have much knowledge, better consult someone else. I might lead you to wrong path ' )

Me: " ok sir !! " ( I was thinking that I wasted my so called precious time because at the end of the day what matters is the result. )

Me: " sir, in case I require your recommendation, will you grant me the same" ( without wasting anytime I jumped to the main question )

Prof1: " sure " ( now this made me happy , chalo ab lag raha hai time waste nahin hua :) )

Act 1, Scene 2

( Metallurgical and material science department, 2nd floor corridor. Few rooms open and light coming from the windows falling on the crystal clear mosaic floor. Room number 203 is partly open where prof 2 doing her daily routine work diligently. Her specs are as usual kept on the side table along with few research papers.)

Me: " mam , may I come in?"

Prof2: " Haan sure , what happened"

Me: " Mam I screwed my GRE so I want to discuss about my graduate school"

Prof2: " ok!! " ( as if she was expecting that I will screw my exams >:P )

Prof2: " Why dont you apply to University of California - Berkley " ( Haan ab wahi baaki reh gaya hai !! milna to bahut door ki baat hai woh acads aur gre dekh ke kachde ki peti main na fek de)

Me: " Mam, are you sure they will accept my application "(lines of ambiguity appeared on my forehead)

Prof2: " If you want, I can talk to one of my colleague working as a professor there about your chances " ( professors are also good at times, just you need to keep a balance between your relationships :D, a good relation pays a lot in future)

Me: " sure mam why not !! thanx for the valuable advice "( neki aur pooch pooch)

Prof2: " ohh its ok Nayan, best of luck for the admission procedure"

Me: " thank you mam"

**The end**

End of another semester

I am standing on the verge of completing my 7th semester.

Feeling great with a bit of indifference.

Almost acquainted myself and habituated to these half yearly businesses.

Now exams appears and evanescences as if they are part and parcel of life.

I remember my first year experience, all of us were horrified due to plethora of tests , quizzes and exams but by the end of under graduation things tend to become much simpler.

Learned lots of good things and novel ways to copy the assignments keeping in mind that it should pass safely from the hands of professor.

Spent days and nights in the terrace, enjoying the evening breeze and aiming high for the future, dumping the fact that it requires a certain level of hardship.

Birthday bumps and late night parties, hanging out with friends and enjoying some fine espresso coffee in ccd.

I'll miss all of these

I am feeling sad and dejected thoughts plaguing me, whether I'll get all of these pleasures in future.

Feeling insecure.

I am sure I'll miss college life and yet I don't have any other way but to wait one more semester and depart from the abode of chums.

Nevertheless I have an option always open, try to include few backlogs then your stay will postpone :D

I will miss you IIT :((

Life must go on

I screwed GRE
I messed my CAT
and I dont have any idea about placements, for me trading and finance is not more than fooling people and getting maximum out of them and IT a tool to exploit human beings just like a ' kolhu ka bael '

virtually I jeopardized my carrer and now sulking on the remorses. It is true that life must go on and on. I dont know whether you have seen the movie Moulin Rouge. It has a soundtrack picturising life with the help of a melodious song just similar to life must go on. Yet life is full of suprises and its equally applicable ' jo hota hai ache ke liyeh hota hai ' hence forth tension mat le mammu jo hoga ache ke liyeh hoga.

I left blogging for few days rather month, reason could be academic commitments but somewhere I didnt feel to write anything. Life has been undergone an upside down and I felt myself inside a churning machine. Then today in the morning received a buzz from a freind and then I felt that people do care about my writing. Infact Darsh too raised questions about my identity and survival, this could be the possible reason why I am back.

Sometimes it happens when you meet someone it becomes a memorable moment to cherish. You talk, you share feelings and understand each other more profoundly. The question which is pondering me is the authenticity of such virtual friendship. What are the limits and expectations one should pose on such type of relationships. The paradox of chatting is the fact that you talk and chat, share your feelings with a person to whome you have not even seen yet ignorant that a highly skilled bot could be sitting on the other side. Though you speculate an image and flesh the thoughts in your mind to console your heart that you are a human being. It happened with me yesterday while I was doing my regular assignments, askew my eyes from the papers to the desktop monitor and saw someone online after a large gap of time. It was a joyous moment to see her online because we have been chatting for a long time. Dont think it in otherwise. I havent fallen in love or in such stupid business at this crucial moment of my career but just imposing some thoughts about the virtual friendship.