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Done All the formalities

In this context Formalities implies my last semester hulla ho
Done with my apping shapping and job shob
Total lukkha-Fultush masti
No cribbing for not blogging because I was hell lot of busy in past few months
never had an opportunity to look at my chunu munnu blog
Whatever, All well which ends well
My regular blog reader got married and I was not invited i didnt crib
My friends went for treat without me I didnt crib
and I am publishing this drafted blog after such a long time gap I wont crib

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.

My identity !!

nayan2910

nbduuu (lingo famous in IITs , full form -> NBD- nervous break down) , people say I usually undergo nervous breakdowns at the time of tension or pressure :P

I pester people on petty things, unless or until I give up or the victim.

03011036

bungalii :P




ps- will keep on adding about my identity

After effects of a war

The plumage of your fragile dove ,
Withering around , in search of soul,
The one you said pruned with hone ,
Need to look at the brighter soul ,
To juxtapose ur country beside a holy whore...
...Sounds disgusting in this time of plight,
But after effects of war makes the abode of blight....

-Nayan

Weird weirder weirdest

5 weird things about me

1. I loveeeee to coddle myself with cotton strands,I feel myself juxtaposed to a majestic tsar.I Enjoy that tantalizing senastion.Now it depends upon the availability of the cotton, sometimes tissue papers or fine stripes of newspapers works excellent . You may find my cotton bedsheets torn at the corners.It brings a yukeee look on the faces my friends but it acts as an opiate for me.

2. I prefer to walk through the potholes filled with rain water.I dont know the reason why I like it but I simply love it.Obviously there is a condition , provided the hole is clean.No enthu for gutter water :P .

3. I have a wooden stick kept beside my computer.I usually show keen interest in collecting weird but at the same time uncommon things.This stick was grabbed by me while I was on my way to Harsihchandragarh treckking.The good thing is that without any failure it attracts the attention of the visitors of my room and the bad thing is that undoubtedly they ask " yeh kis liyeh rakha hai " , and then it makes me go mad.

4. My past experience says that ' sweets tastes sweeter if you eat them when everyone in your home is fast asleep.' Trust me !!

5. I havent seen ' Munna bhai MBBS-1st part ' , ' Kabhi khushi kabhi gum ' and all time big hit 'hum aapke hai kon '

So now I have to play the role of Loki >:)
The following poor souls are suppose to
write about their weirdest side
and now its my turn to watch the show:)

The articulate writer - Arunabh
Father of the gidduism ( his research is still going on making gidduism immaculate) - Giddu
JS Sama - Prashant
gleefull Das
variegated personality - Sai
Dormant volcano - Bhokal

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder

" I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much; my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it. And then it flows through me like rain, and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.

You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... You will someday. "

The folds of the intricate beauty is still striving hard to get unwind by the beholder. What are the desires and the passions which thrives you hard to do some good and extraordinary in your life.Have you experienced the drops of rain falling from the sky straight in your lap, disintegrating without the revelation of its predestine fate.Its not inevitable hapless doom for that drop to fall in your lap but it does so because it has to.Sitting near the lake watching the dying sun bit by bit and anticipating that it may again come tomorrow with rays of hope.Watching the dance of the streaks of yellow orangish colours on the labyrinth of ripples, does it really makes sense to us or we have lost those aesthetic values in the mundane fast forward life.Lying back upon the terrace, watching stars in clear summer nights.Gentle breeze of west carrying the smell of terra,cooling the earth after thrashing spears of plight.Experience which you haven't , love what you dislike and live again the moments of jubilant juvenile.Is what we need today to make a refulgent life.

My Obsession

Where the mind is without fear

Where the mind is without fear

and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been
broken up into fragments
by narrow domestic walls; ...
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the
dreary desert sand of dead habit; ...
Into that heaven of freedom,
my Father, let my country awake.

This prose has been taken from the nobel winning book ' Gitanjali '. It would be in vain if I dont throw some light on the relationship in between Rabindranath tagore and the patriotism. In the year 1997, 26th january Amartya Sen published an article regarding the same. He argued that an ambiguity about religious experience is central to many of Tagore's devotional poems, and makes them appeal to readers irrespective of their beliefs; but excessively detailed interpretation can ruinously strip away that ambiguity. For Tagore it was of the highest importance that people be able to live, and reason, in freedom. His attitudes toward politics and culture, nationalism and internationalism, tradition and modernity, can all be seen in the light of this belief.

This song was written and musically arranged by the great maestro Rabindranath tagore. I can only put a sincere effort to interpret those intricate lines in english. But it could be possible that I may not be able to churn out the real essence of those beautiful lines. I beg to bear with that.


The rhyming lines tells us about the 'maa' or Mother. Poet has put an endeavor to invoke the mother or motherland for help. He is begging and trying hard to abet his motherland remember her glorifying days of past when she used to be strong and potent.

Once you were the heart and soul of our homeland
O your affluent beatific beauty resembles like a caring mother

O mother ,by seeing your glory its difficult to draw my eyes from you
Your doors have been opened and leading towards the golden temples
O mother

Right hand is embellished with shining sword of fire
Left hand bears the horn of triumph
Two eyes full of loving enchants
Mouth bearing the fire of destruction

O mother, what power is it which I see in you today
O mother

Your enticing face and the golden locks of hair form the clouds, hiding many things beneath
Your pellucid cloth covering the sky, O you indignant swayer


O mother ,by seeing your glory its difficult to draw my eyes from you
Your doors have been opened and leading towards the golden temples
O mother

Despite of the reluctance you faced the savage demeanor with smiling visage

left all alone, aloof in a wreck bestow
boundless throe of amaranthine pain

where is your penurious drape
where is your impecunious smile
sky filled with those timeless streaks of smile

O mother, what power is it which I see in you today
O mother

In this sullen night flow in the tranquil current O holy bearer
Your virtues mellowing in the abyss of heart O enchantress

O mother ,by seeing your glory its difficult to draw my eyes from you
Your doors have been opened and leading towards the golden temples
O mother

Ravindranath Tagore and Durga Puja

" Country burning in the fire of the aggrandized independence movement and on the other hand poets lyrical power to invoke common man by stirring his pious chauvinism "

aaji bangladesher hridoye hote kokhon aaponi
Tumi e opo rupo, rupe bahir hole jononi

ogo maa, tomaye dekhe dekhe aankhi naa pheraye
tomar duaar aaji khule gayeche sonar mondire
ogo maa

Daan haathe tor khodgo jole
baan haath kore shonkha horon
dui noyoner sneher haanshi
lolat mitra aagun boron

ogo maa, tomar ki muroti aaji dekhire
ogo maa

tumar muktukusher kunje meghe lukaye oshoni
tomar aanchol jhole aakash tole rudra boshoni

ogo maa, tomaye dekhe dekhe aankhi na phiraye
tomar duaar aaji khule gayeche shonar mondire
ogo maa

Jokhon onadore chai ni mukhe bhebhe chilen lokhini maa
Ache bhanga ghore ekla pore
dukher bujhe nai go sheema

kotha she tor doridro besh
kotha dhe tor molin hanshi
akashe aaj chodiye gailo, oi choroner biddir hanshi

ogo maa, tomar ki muroti aaji dekhire
ogo maa

aaji dukher raate shukher shrote bhasho dhoroni
tomar obhoye baje hridoye majhe hridoye horoni

ogo maa, tomaye dekhe dekhe aankhi naa pheraye
tomar duaar aaji khule gayeche sonar mondire
ogo maa

- Robindronath thakur

till now enjoy the lyrical beauty of similes
will soon write about my interpretation

Lage Raho Munna bhai and CCD ....What else you want !!!

" Lage raho munna bhai screening at H13 skybridge today "

These were the exact lines which after three years brought back the lost zeal and enthusiasm in our hostel. I still remember those freshie days when we were used to hang on balconies just above our tv room and watched dozen of movies on the previous night of the examination, seniors called it RG night.....

Well you must be wondering ..what is RG ? to know the meaning of RG you need to stay for more than two years in IITs( note* more than two years, this implies matkas ' MTechs' are too ignorent of this antique culture) . Whatever, after such a long gap of time again we hanged our legs in air and enjoyed the next would be blockbuster of bollywood. Very few movies are released with an originality and novel elements of fun within itself. I am sure Munna bhai is one of them. I will not say its a typical hall type movie perhaps you would like to see it in a movie hall. This is the beauty of this simple but at the same time highly profound piece of art.


Gandhijii was not an ideal for me. Infact I had a waspish attitude if someone praised him. Somewhere I blamed him as the soul reason for the partition of our country. The mishap and the miseries one had undergone during partition can be felt in the watery eyes of my grandma. I cant forget those days when I was young and ingenuous use to urge her to tell the story of partition and while describing the gory and the bloodshed she eventually ended with sobbing sound. After watching the movie again I found myself in the middle of thoughts fighting against the prejudices ,Was Gandhi the real culprit or it was a shear badluck which was written in the fate of India ? Different people have different opinions but for sure Gandhi has given us something important which is indispensable in our lives " Ahimsa aur Satyagrah ".....

While taking dinner Arpit, GC, GJ and I decided to celebrate the weekend in CCD. For long time we were urging for a hang out. Movie ended at 12:30 night with the alarm to get ready for the ccd. We laughed and chirped as if we were rejuvenated by those heavy dosses of nicotine. Attached few pics of the precious moments needed to record in the history of time.

the elixir of life

GC and Arpit making room for a perfect kodack moment :P

Arpit in Happy go lucky mood

GC became a victim of bad photography :P


Me enjoying the eternal bliss of college life

All about SMPS

Its hard to imagine life without computers. Few days back same happened with me. SMPS of my computer started showing some erratic behaviour howling and creating a hue and cry , change me- mend me- need a doctor.

I rushed to Lamington road, the very sweet abode of my beloved daughter ( computer). She was assembled there in Mahavir, the name of the hospital. She required a specialist or may be replacement. I showed her defective part to the doctor and he assured me to get it mended but there would be least possibility of replacement. She has beautiful 17 inches screen through which she conveys her anger , love and emotions. It would be unfair to overlook her intelligence, she is amongst few briliant students in our floor. She has reputed pentium 4 processor and 2 mb cache memory. Got a paranormal ability to detect the room temperature. Believe me if room temperature exceeds by 5degree she starts creating stentorian sounds implying to shut her off. Many times when I overload her with heavy softwares, she frowns and cries which could be easily deduced by her aggrandize fan speed.


For time being I replaced a 300 watt SMPS in her chasm making her feel little comfortable. Though she needs a 400 watt but due to unavailibility she has to carry on with this one. It gives you pain when you see your children in pain. Parting her vital part was similar to parting my own very important organ. Days passed and mid sem came which restricted me in my 8 by 10 room where one confines himself aloof from the external world . Studying whole night and next day spitting on the paper. Its all about engineering and technical study. Despite of the degree hardly anyone knows how to screw or unscrew mechanical parts. But hey !! we are not the mechanics , so why bother on technicalities.

Yesterday I went to Lamington to get an idea about her SMPS. Fortunately they said I can have the SMPS but unfortunately the one given by me was not working so they replaced it with another one. I felt bad and grieved without showing a strand of wallowing hapless expression on my face. Up and down of the whole day sucked the adrenaline from my body leaving a fatigued man behind. I slept like hell and woke up with first thing sitting infront of me, her SMPS lying before, flirting deliberately to get her replaced. So now I need to work like a mechanic and screw my daughter again with her all new SMPS.

Arts and Aesthetic

I dont know why I took Arts and Aesthetic as an elective for HSS course.
In our college we are suppose to do some humanities course to complement the weeping philosophers with a connoisseur. Courses are categorised as ' peaceful ', ' faadu ' , ' interesting', and etc etc. I consulted few of my freinds and concluded that Arts and Aesthetic not only would be peaceful but at the same time professor gives abundant of good grades......what else an iitian wants , good grades ...grades are just like the carrot in the hands of professors which he uses to move their asses ( students) .
Ok so I was talking about the course....we sing we luagh we dance and whatever activities you can relate with art and aethetic we do but superficially. A common adage, not to laugh before the exams that might bring miseries to you. Same happened with us. We poor technocrats , dont even know the difference in between hammer and love was struck by the thuderbolts of our beloved arts n aethetic professor Malshay. He must have had some prejudices regarding us that we are the holy lineage of E E Cummings. God save us from his poetic cohorts.
I know you are quite enthusiastic to know about the poem and its beatific lyrical affluence. So without any more delay here comes the great great E E Cumming ( the man behind the baffling minds of Arts and Aesthetic students )

what if a much of a which of a wind

what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)
-when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man

what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of things
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
-whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring

what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't: blow death towas)
-all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live.