***** IMMORTAL FEELINGS *******

N.B: Any relation with anyone living or dead is totally at reader’s behest. Don’t get personal n emotional. (Please.........) 

She conveyed her feelings secretly gathering all her courage. He had no response to it. Only change was exchanging of true smiles every time they saw each other.

A day before vacation, it was raining incessantly in the morning. A feeble attendance turned up for the class. Even the number of teacher witnessed a shortfall that day. So the school ended an hour earlier. The dark thunderous clouds were looping all over the sky. However the rain had stopped for a while. So the boy hurriedly gathered his bicycle for his way home. It was a long journey way back home through the woods. The heavy rain started pouring again within minutes as he left.  So he stopped under the shade of the tree. The thunderstorm had drenched him to the skin.He saw her shivering and moving towards the shade for some protection. Even she was completely drenched. 

They looked at each other shyly without exchanging a word. Seeing the brewing thunderstorm he offered her a lift on his cycle. She agreed to move ahead with him amidst the rain. Completely drenched they moved through the woods on the lonesome path. She could feel his warm breath on her neck as they moved ahead. The flex of his muscle touching her body as he paddled through captivated her thoughts. However they continued without exchanging a word. But the fire of love flared through their thumping hearts. Both of them could feel each other emotions even without uttering a word.

As Soon as they reached the façade of her home, he conveyed his response to the unanswered question. The question asked by her months ago gathering all her courage. She explained of her anxiety for the moment and planted a passionate gentle kiss on his cheek. Remaining speechless and holding each other hands, they kept on seeing each other. They wanted to talk to each other for long but were short of words now. The distant friendship had blossomed into love. Breaking the silence the boy promised to keep in touch during vacation as he was moving to LEH for visiting his parents.

Her family was out of town for a week. The loneliness was killing. However his voice on phone kept her some solace to her heart. For last two days she became restless as her calls remained unanswered.  Until this happened, the news of cloudburst destroying the LEH was being aired. Emergency helpline numbers were of no use. She kept on praying with her weeping heart in some hope for his survival. Suddenly she could hear some familiar voice calling her outside her house. Her prayers were answered as she saw him outside. She ran in his arms with her misty eyes. He explained that he had left LEH a day earlier before the disaster struck. Even he could not spend a day without seeing her. It was his feelings that saved him.

 “When you have true feelings for someone, the whole universe conspires to bring you together”

HALLUCINATORY TRUTH

N.B - Based on a partially true story. Any comparison with personal lives should be at own behest.

I could sense something unusual as the dawn was breaking. An acute pain coupled with thunderous cacophonous sound rattled my brain. Deemed it wisely to move out to have some fresh air. Everything was placid. The haunted streets created a sense of fear. Everything was stand still with no sign of life on the road. No sigh of relief for my mental condition. The mournful silence further deteriorated my mental & physical condition. Everything seemed an illusion and caused dizziness paralyzing my senses. However continued walking through the street beside the meandering river. Just after few footsteps through the desolate place, could hear the sniffling sound. Being frightened & gathering some courage I traced forward the amplifying crying sound. There was a lonesome girl weeping on a bench.. Some sort of apparition! On my first sight had an eccentric feeling of déjà vu. There was some uncanny familiarity. However my aberrant mental state provided me no assistance in recognizing her.

I approached her to know the cause of grief . What was she doing alone in this isolated place? She got even more feared and was adamant of breaking her silence. After persisting obligingly for some time, slowly she stopped weeping and started muttering her sorry story in an undertone.

Her initial words seemed incoherent. Her name was ……. She deeply loved one of his school mates. But never approached him ought of fear. She would spend long hours thinking about him. Once she gathered all her courage and disclosed her feelings for him. There was no reply. Like strangers they carried on. The only visible change was sharing of a smile on seeing each other. She heard something from his friends. Of late that even he developed some feelings for her. However he didn’t want to embarrass her publicly and lacked fortitude to convey his response to him. However her parents were adamant on the decision of her marriage. As it was considered taboo for a girl to be single at her age in the society they were living in. Her affection was so deep that she could not even think of anyone else. Hence following her heart she was left with no choices. The only viable option was to flee away or SUIC…

As the shades of night were getting lighter, I was interrupted by a call from home and moved away a bit to attend it. As soon as the call ended I turned back, to my dismay found the bench vacant. She seemed to flee away by the fear of being recognized by hordes of morning walkers in an isolated place. 

So even I left towards home with my sub conscious mind. Still thinking of where had I saw her? Am I connected to her in some way? Many questions started revolving around my already shattered brain. As I grasped the daily local newspaper and peeked through, I got shivers through my already numbed body. The headline reported of a suicide in the nearby colony bearing the photo of the same girl. She attempted suicide last night in lieu of respect for her love, who happened to be my closest friend. Soon everything got clear .  I fainted then & there itself and have no clues of the aftermath.

!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE WEEKENDS !!!!!!!!!!

 The college life is over it seems. We have just had a partial peek into the professional life lying ahead for us. The disciplined 8 – 6 life enervates you as the sun sets. Truly speaking from my perspective as of now everything seems gloomy and dark (darker than coal).

There could not have been better start for the week from my perspective (ONLY MY). Though even i boycott such malpractices that disturbs our economy so much. The BHARAT bandh meant no class for the first half of the day. The notorious mind would not have left us so easily. Some mysterious OCTO FUSS Paul is always after us. We wouldn’t be left behind with a paid working day without attending lectures. They arranged for a series of lecture in our hostel itself after the lunch break. (OOOoops this is 2 much). It was truly funny to watch some serious mates who were wearing safety shoes also for attending the lecture delivered at their footstep. (LOL- for attending safety & env classes).

The next day was even worse but there was some respite as it was at SNTI. As I had my lovely sleeping space at the last row. The classes were of 1 hour each of COC- code of conduct followed by a series of lecture on first aid & vigilance department case studies. As if we were toddlers who are just ignorant of such practices and values in professional life. The only lecture on steel manufacturing process was the best we had till now during the first 2 days. Thereof we had our guided works visit of LD shop, COKE PLANT, B.Furnace.

We were inundated with weeklong printed schedule thereafter. The lectures from all senior managers & V.P. The training classes begun from thursday. Every class mocks us with the message:

“MISMATCH ERROR – w.r.t engg specialization & current employment industry”

Every lecture begins with a note: “How many of you are METALLURGIST here”?

I didn’t knew that metallurgy was so boring. During our college we thought that METALLURGY was all about that KALA KITAB (v.j.singh). hahhaha.

The week long classes were all concerned with briefing us with iron, coal (!#@#%^^$#*%$^@ - SEEMED Absurd barring a few lectures) the sole necessity of the steel industry. The lectures were delivered by the masters of the subject with loads of experience in respective fields. Unlike college classes the scenario here was a bit different. We were all neophytic dumb ass hole listening to some serious discussion. Some left us with no idea of what we witnessed i.e. heard or seen about during that confined duration.

One of the innumerable bone of contention in the system that needed some discussion among the infifnite reforms. The new proposed identification medium of RFID.  I was happy as it sounded something high-tech for the first time. I reacted: WOW now that is some exciting stuff of prestige for being an engineer. Though didn’t heard or knew the full form of it. All that excitement vanished in a phew when I typed RFID on the Google. Disgusting we were to be traced of our every coordinates with the radio frequency I card. It was truly unethical for an organisation which scheduled a 2 hour lecture on ethics. Even the Indian players rejected such WADA clause earlier this year.

However finally I could summarise this week as a bit interesting. Since we had some more wee hour at our behest. We were again back with Pandeyji who gave us a jalebi treat. Few stuff like dinner with MD are lined up for the week ahead. Surely, the training provided by SNTI is gradually turning a bit interesting with a mix of requisite fun and work.

The fortunate 1.5 day weekend brought a light smile to me.

(Hope the same for the others GUYS (with whom i have only a slight interaction) n GALS (0000000).

CORPORATE WORLDs - Honour Killing

DAY 1 -- ON THE JOB

Yet another case of HONOR KILLING though would not find an inch on PRINT OR SCREEN MEDIA. Usually H.Killing is associated with some family controversy and feeble mindset of illiterate class of people. However this time hordes of to be professional were being tortured and mentally killed by some literates people of the global organisation. It was beyond imagination that the start of the new life would be so long, irritating and annoying on the very first day. The incident deserves more than the nationwide hue and cry over the condemnation of such atrocities being practised in workplace.

The day started off as per schedule for some event at SNTI. However our bus driver had different plan for us it seemed. He took us to XLRI which was unfortunately the wrong destination as per his instructions. He was instructed to take us to SNTI. The result was our running behind of schedule by about 20 minutes. On arriving we received our starters kit with loads of stationery items, a novel and ....... This was again preceded by a live MD ONLINE program being aired live on the screen. The program was a live interaction program of all the national and international divisions of the GLOBAL king in steel making. This engrossed us to a gentle slumber for about 75% of the AV. Further we proceeded for filling of the joining formalities. Though it was something more than more lengthy than formalities. It took us more than an hour filling own and family details umpteen number of times. Some questions were raised like

Why on earth was the carbon paper invented?

Does the persons self and family details changes from one form to other.

Filling every form twice was excruciating and worsened the situation. Finally the whole procedure left us with only 1 hour for lunch as we again had to report at SNTI for post lunch (FORM) session.

The same underwhelming story being repeated again barring a new form being handed over to us again. This was the worst of  all forms. As it asked for brief description of interests, qualities of a good mentor and other blah blah..... This was done to know us better and provide us a mentor most appropriate to us. Don’t know how could one judge anyone with these details which was motivated from the person next to him or her for maximum number of poor spirits like me out there. A person like me whose sole interest, hobby, quality is to sleep.  Further after light refreshment again there was nothing to do except for filling those bloody bank account forms. In the mean time few of our mates were inside the auditorium enjoying the ac. They took their own time to come and fill those bank forms. We were ready to go back abiding by the schedule and on time. However only few of us seemed interested in going back as no one was there on the bus. After waiting period of about 30 minutes few others came and the bus moved towards destination leaving the girls and few others behind in the SNTI.

Truly the whole process on the very first day Su%#$%$. Everyone of us were lethargic and lackadaisical after the long, boring and annoying day. This was the whole story of first day. Hope there could be some remedy for getting away from those irritating forms in days to come. So that the future batches could be relieved of such situations on the very first day of one of the most event full day of their career.

Its beyond expectation that such perfidious act could be practised by the organisation or this is what the corporate world is all about?

VIVA-VOCE - Mother of ALL Hilarious Examinations

One of the best moments to be relished of the 4 years of college life was the VIVA–VOCE (VOCAL EXAMINATION OF COOL IDIOTS LIKE US). These were the confidence booster for lesser mortals like us who are Engg with a difference. Most innovative, stupendously nonsensical and hilarious answers to questions related to unknown topics were most enjoyable. We frequently found ourselves amidst topics of which we knew absolute 00000. Some user friendly teachers who would explain the answer themselves to the question asked.

However my style had been to remain away from the teacher and have minimum eye contact. So that it was unknown that I was also a part of the group. It was better to be quiet than to give ludicrous answer. I loved those satirical remarks of the professor.  

The team work as always pays in viva voce. Certain people often tend to disturb the harmony of the team. There are team members of different kinds who can be categorized as follows:

• People who would like to interrupt others in the group mates – you have to protect yourself from such mates as they try to gather maximum attention of the panel, thus diverting the whole panel on themselves. However such assholes prove handy for people like us who always tend to give absurd answers.
•   People who blindly follow the principle :

“SILENCE IS THE SOLUTION TO ANY INNER QUEST” 

They just like to keep quiet. They are the most ideal group mates who keep calm, cool inside the room. Their feel too dignified to answer a fool. Every question seems to be foolish to them. One has to be cautious of such partners as the question gets diverted to the person beside him.

•       People who make gestures dancing their fingers around. Sometimes shows the middle finger in between to the panel. They embellish the vocal examination via their presence. They can simulate the working of a turbine; parts of boiler, even describe stresses with their hands. You require some extraordinary courage to do such rubbish, absurd things in front of teachers. The thing to be noted is that they do these wizardly things with confidence. Of which Khujju remarks: 

“KUCH LATPATA RAHA THA WHO HATH SE AISE-AISE”

They are an embodiment of grit & determination of giving persistently wrong explanation. They also give justification to their wrong answers. 

• People who speak the questions asked to them only. These are the modest people who do not interrupt unless and until a direst question is asked or if the question gets passed it on them. They are too straight & simple. They are not known for their coruscating wit.
•        People with good command over English. They would speak too fast with such an accent that the panel also gets confused and thinks the answer is right. They are an asset to a group as panel rarely asks question to such group as they know they would not be able to understand anything. They bamboozle the examiner with their words.
•       People whom teachers knows. Such group is also saved as all tough questions get diverted to him. The group members suffer in terms of marks owing to him. Sometimes the teacher remark: “YOU SHOULD ANSWER THIS, YE TOPPER LIKE QUESTION HAI”.
•      People who get tensed each & every time. They would know the precisely detailed description of everything related to topic (if discussed in hostel). But they tend to stammer and inter mingle everything known to them when they speak in front of panel.
•     Finally the category of few peoples who visit the teacher after the viva voce. To discuss the question asked to them during the 5 minute period. Such act of flattery rarely helps. As Ravi (Murga) chuckles on BHU by saying: “SAALA DH….. LIYA”.

These are the various kinds of people I have known throughout my B.Tech period. Even I fall in more than one of the categories. There can be a few more categories of people around.

I remember one of the most comic remarks from 1st year V-V. Where the Prof was patiently listening to my explanation for about 5 minutes after which he said when i stopped.

  “TUMNE JO ANSWER DIYA WO TOH 100% SE BHI JYADA GALAT THA”. 

We would always try to distribute ourselves in such a way that we are farthest from the teacher. As the person in front has to face maximum question. The asking of question from the f"ellow mates as soon as they come out from the hall. The frustration on the teachersby saying 

“SAALA !@!@$#$!@%$%, ##!#$#^*&^, #@#%5%$%, ….. hai. Hum jo bole who 100%  sahi tha.”

I really enjoyed such moments. Put in your experiences from your memories. I am sure everyone would have faced numerous such incidents (accident) during their Engg. Period.

I would cherish those 15 minute memories for long time. 

Irritated-Frustrated-Bored-Annoyed-Confused

I have been just released for mental hospital a day before. My dysfunctional brain got crushed by the atmospheric pressure. I have lost my senses and am an insane suffering from identity crisis. Bored for long and in dearth of thoughts to write. I tried to recall the news heard, read, seen unintentionally during past few days. So presenting whatever I scribbled through my 1 byte memory left. Trying to brief up the whole story witnessed so far.

As usual the fearless of all Indian enemies MAOIST, NAXALITE playing commonwealth games with INDIA transport system. Initially starting from Dantewada (bus), then moving on to Gyaneshwari express(train) disaster and many more such incident waiting in queue. PLAYING WITH RED FOR THE CELEBRATION OF BLACK (week). Indian government has found their own home grown terrorist who tries best to keep the population under control (accelerated mortality rate - dreadful carnages), thus serving the nation in the best possible way. Maoist friendly UPA government without any answer to nuisance are busy celebrating their anniversary in the cabinet. The table top runway Manglaore airport being overshot and had an accident leading to loss of 158 life along with 8 miraculous escapes. The media heckling 24 x 7 X 3 for the unfound black box of the charred plane. Once the black box was found all news of crash stopped floating on the screen. Media shifting their focus to respective correspondent. Claiming themselves to be first to show BB being found with the exclusive footage. How brave were they to show that BB was still not found instead of helping to search BB among debris. As if a one man army of intrepid explorer. Still good for nothing.

Steve Jobs vs BILL Gates competition continues. MS being toppled by Apple (the father to I phone). An engineer’s lifeline FB banned in Pakistan & Bangladesh. Biggest threat to a company’s management – Labour Laws creating havoc to Chinese I phone manufacturing company FOXCONN (10 suicides in protest). The hoopla and the media galore over KITES from last year. All proving ephemeral. I think even I could write such films script. (hehehehe) The topsy turvy Jharkhand government back in action. COAL THEIF, unhonorable Chief Minister Shibu Soren unwilling to part his throne. Showcasing the result of distributed mandate. Some force full MMS scandal that leads to suicide and suspension. The cops bringing shame to the whole protectionist body of Indian government. The results of budding students being declared with success stories along with the photographs. ECLIPSING the whole of newspaper for 3 days after respective result.

Pakistan as usual facing challenges as they are not able to keep up with the mortality rate due to fewer blast in last fortnight. Most recent Lahore bomb blast killing only 62. Facebook adding some unknown security features. Google displaying the best doodle ever on Packman 30th anniversary. Sensex playing its sensitive game with maximum volatility and checking endurance thus floundering the always roaring traders. WHY CANT I PLAY TENNIS. I can cause upsets (to myself). Roland Garros back in action with no upsets till now. READY FOR RAFA – NADAL clash again IN FINALS. Indian youngistann team carrying on with the seniors loosing streak of T20 to ODI AGAINST UNDERDOG Zimbabwean team.

That’s all for weeks news .SIGNING OFF

World’s first mentally retarded News reporter – RKS.

***** IN Rememberance *******

Its time to bid adieu

To the old sweet friendship that we brew

Strangers were we

Far from our sweet home territory

It seemed as if the journey restarting from nursery

Alienated was I from such confined hostel life

Thanks to my roomies  (Pranj,Prash,Prab..),

 Who made it all fun and easy for me to survive,

We read, played and giggled making fun of others, (mostly 3 P’s)

That’s how we spent our beautiful times all together.

FINAL SEMESTER DISASTER - The last unwanted gift from NIT

The one man army really bambooed the confident student group of NIT. The arrogant minded college authorities responsible for conducting examination really jilted the whole confidence of every student. The final semester paper of an autonomous body was set in some other campus. Such radical change was disastrous. The new rule said it was compulsory to secure 17 marks in the final paper. Starting from first semester to final semester, everyone’s paper was covering the whole syllabus.

As far as the final year was concerned there were two papers where the common question came for every branch students. Though being taught by different  professor. This meant to prepare for any exam you have to be acquainted with four times the original syllabus. The one night study was not sufficient till now to cover the single notebook. We were expecting bouncers in every paper.

Unfortunately we lived beyond our expectation. As we received N numbers of bouncers everyday. More than what India faced against the aussies in the T20 match.

50% of the papers had all bouncers. As none of the questions were from the syllabus covered in class. A paper had a mix of questions from outside paper and inside paper as option for every question. It was for the sake of the options that we could answer few questions. Otherwise I could guarantee that none could have touched even a single question. Our condition was just pathetic.

The confidence had all vanished and we all prayed for the magic figure of 17.

Few question like

A 10 marks question for writing the feature & objective of input device.

really fused every mind taking the exam.

The facebook updates throughout the week spoke the whole story. The juniors were facing most difficult exam of their lifetime as they had all core subjects. We were fortunate enough with respect to this as we had only 2 branch papers. Rest of them were global subjects. (where one could write anything without knowing anything)

As always there  were some novels method for cheating being invented by the innovative minds out there. The new methods comprised of using 5 calculators in exam. In the absence of sunlight in the stormy weather, mobile torch was used to see the contents revised on the bench. Writing everything is still in vogue. The heat of the exam coupled with ambient conditions gripped few honest souls. Some were carrying geometry box for first time in their NIT career.

All the innovators were also fooled this time as the out of the syllabus questions puzzled everyone. We sincerely wished that the same should not happen next time as the juniors would really find it hard to cope with this kind of unfamiliar situation.

This time we witnessed a really bad situation. Where the harsh and foolish remarks by the teacher lead to such step taken by a student. I sincerely hope that such kind of thing do not occur in future. The college authority should work on improving its internal education system. Instead of stressing the student with such step taken a day before exam.

************* I HAVE NOT ***************

Tired of taking final sem exam,  a few snippets from my side for a break.Truth 

I have not uttered more than 5 words during VIVA VOCE. They are SORRY Sir, I don’t know.

I have not been involved in a mess since an FIR was lodged against me when I dropped a year after 12.

I have not talked on cell phone for more than 3 minutes. Whether it’s with my friend, or my friends GF ( I don’t have any) or my family members.

I have not spent anything on clothes till now during the entire period of my lifetime.

I have not wore a new cloth in the first year of buying. First it is kept in the closet for an year then and only then I wear it. I remember having new shirt, shoes in the cupboard bought in first year till now.

I have not travelled to any other state except W.B in my entire lifetime. All my journeys have lasted for a maximum duration of 30 hours.

I have not had a girlfriend since 14.09.87. my D.O.B.

I have not read a novel since last 2 years.  Yet I know entire story of few novels launched during the period.

I have not watched a movie completely in my entire lifetime. Either I get asleep or I use the forward button for completing it within 15 minutes.

I have not gave an objective exam seriously till now. I always attempt 75% of paper with my absurd guesses without any logic.

I have not spent more than 10 weekends in college during last 4 years. More than half of such events coming during last few months.

I have not had a day during last month without cold drink or an ice cream.

 N.B -- The list to be update  every week.

ENGLISH - the only prerequisite for being an engineer

i am an engg, i know hinglish

As per my experience, if you know tit bits of the funny language you can be an engineer. There are innumerable proofs to support the clause. Like using a verbose sentence makes the examiner feel that yes it ought to be right. There have been many persons who have been fooling around this from last 4 year. There are students who in spite of working hard, knowing everything related but lacking command over the language have poorer result than the others. 

The same was with the placement scenario. Few people got better placement than their peers just because of their better command over the language. Its good if you require a marketing profile person who could be a salesman for you. On the other side if one requires somebody for core jobs then its injustice to eliminate a person on the basis of G.D. you got to know him better. Coming from the metros, with worst possible entrance academics and still they got to be better than you just because of foolish E. This has shown the way communication skill has taken a centre stage of all academic affairs. Still we boast of our educative talent pool. Its engineering and not arts or philosophy we are talking about.

There have been many instances within an institute of national importance. One can know the standards when a lab assistant says

“ touch tar” (wire in electrical lab).

However there are other well renowned colleges also where the medium of interaction is the local language. Its gibberish and encrypted for people from other state. My brother suffered from such problem in initial years of engineering. Like all Humans, the most flexible of all species he adjusted himself as per circumstances.

One of the hilarious VIVA VOCE (every v-v has been hilarious till now as lesser mortals like us rarely utter a word on the other side of the table) incident of workshop –

What could one answer when one hears the questions like:

Job the name?

Tool the name? etc

Other best surprising moments:

I will finish you all, next Monday?

(means syllabus would be completed before Monday)

This will move on dono side? ( dono means both)

During oath taking ceremony of annual sports -- do hajar nine ( 2009)

There are others with enormous teaching experience and yet use incorrect spelling for words like discover. A boy got poor grades in the workshop as he could barely understand the question asked in Hindi (he was from southern part of the country). If u know how to write (better) in English u could easily pass more than half of the subjects, fooling the professor.

Thus we could easily claim that ENGLISH is directly proportional to engineering. From whatever background you are if you know how to write in the funny language, you ought to be an engineer. A great mockery of our education system. Hope the system gets improved quickly. We need to bring some immediate changes.

Input a few instances from your memory. I am sure even u must have experienced something like this.

60 ML -- Disaster

60 ML -- The treat where everything went wrong

An occasion of celebration, Shiv at Hindalco, Vishal at CIL

The venue was 60 ml.

We hired an auto, riding through bumpy n dusty roads,

The little distance seemed as if we were going abroad.

Ambience was electric, dim lights, Aroma of food and wine everywhere

Surprised were we, at unaccustomed cuisine of Jamshedpur being hidden there.

Resting our asses on the chairs, we ordered food in pairs,

Providing respite to our innocent tummy that was waiting long in despair.

Within an hour the restaurant condition got crystal clear,

Service was pathetic, food was also not dear,

Everything was worst in that hot & humid atmosphere.

Adjusting to the circumstances, people shifted their attention to the pool table,

Posing for camera & IPL was keeping them at behest,

They were doing just to what they always do best.

Finally it was packing time as everyone moved out annoyed n frustrated,

Deceptive ambience of the restaurant maked us feel cheated.

So the final verdict is,

60 ml was never again to look after

As it was a complete disaster.

As soon as I finished writing the poem, the result of Maruti was announced in which SHIV got in. We had treat on same day which was 1000 times better than 60 ml disaster and worth 650 ml.

 **********************************

case history -- mystery MAN

I know him from the day when he idolized bajrang baIi as his role model. Usi samay samajh aa gaya ki bhai sahib NAUTANKI hain. I was born in the city of great leaders – if u hear this anywhere it ought to be him. A person who never speaks his mind but always in accordance with situation. Really a mysterious person as he himself proclaims. Trustworthy person whom u can trust (at your own risk), Jovial, affable, co-operative, muscular, mysterious, atheist, good cricketer etc. His own eating habit comprising of !!@#$%%^&&. Got his own fan club comprising of NIT hunks(?????????). As of now he attends MIS classes regularly and sometimes sends message for someone like “COURTESY COSTS NOTHING”. He is always associated wherever there is discussion of PM (1-????? 2-prime minister as he was born in city of great leaders). He has got very feeble memory. U can never trust him with ur keys as he doesn’t knows the address of his own keys and pen drive.He gives NON STOP fundas without an interval. An asset possessed by few.

Another phone freak with 4 numbers attending n calls/day. Sometimes with friend, others with friend’s gf etc. I can challenge he is the only one in NIT whom everyone knows. The remotest corner and staff of NIT knows him. He has alone established his V&E club with few members. Single handedly he managed all affairs of the club. A smooth sailor @ due to placement at IOCL. A down to earth person, rarely do one finds such rarest of rare species on this rare planet earth with such jovial and wicked nature.

contact him at your own risk. 

http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#Profile?rl=mp&uid=14022274960287959548

I HAVE A FEAR

FOR all my friends who maked the engineering career as the best period of my so called LIFE. (Thank u all for being a part of it.).

I have a fear.

As the D day approaches near.

Fear of separation makes tears roll down my eyes,

The jocund heart is remorseful, bleeds to which nothing can entice.

Together we played, studied & shared every emotion,

Suddenly the world seems out of motion.

 May all my friends and foes always smile and thrive

Oh lord! Carry us safe across the ocean of life.

****************THANK YOU****************.

******** IN SOLITUDE ********

Is kavita ke saare patrr kalpnik hain

Disclaimer --- This fictitious poem has 1^st line inspired by VKG… and is truly one from imagination. Any relation with anyone living or dead is totally at reader’s behest. Don’t get personal n emotional. (Please)

Bored, confused, tired of spending ages in vacuum,

Perished by revolving around own axis,

Dizziness numbed my senses, paralyzed my innocent eyes.

Stranger yet, some mysterious charm was present there,

That was emotionally attracting me in despair.

So, for the first time among the crowd,

I found someone to think about.

Elegance, simplicity and purity of thought were her asset,

Her little smile on every meeting was keeping me at the behest.

Again I was elated, confused, shy, amazed of the recent happenings,

The new mystical subject was complex, to be understood in a lightening.

Friends was the message that got misjudged, miscalculated by friends.

Leaving me alone at command of waves in the middle of the deadly sea.

I lost the smile, the sheen and that ecstasy.

Yet again I was left back among the dark shadows of the crowd

And spent my few exquisite years in solitude.

Surrounded by the dark thunderous clouds for the unheard crying.

All hopes lost as this dark cloud lacked the silver lining.

THANK YOU

I WAS BORN TO FLY

N.B -- do spend time for penning down ur comment i.e appreciate or criticize..

MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT POETRY :

I was there among the leaves, the birds, the stars and the sky.

As if I had freedom to fly,

However slowly as the years passed by,

Narrowing down my horizon of mind and the eye,

And I had no clue of the changes happening by,

Suddenly I was lost among the books and the competitive cries.

Living a book worms life who does not knows to fly.

Loosing harmony with nature, my passions and every single passer-by (????),

This miserable life was haunting and murdering from inside which is not to justify,

Being exhausted, realized I was not born to comply,

I was there to lead, to rule, to dignify,

To spread happiness and maneuver everywhere like a butterfly.

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THANK YOU

JUKE BOX --- final destination of everyone............

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The rejuvenating playground after loads of frustration and involvement in work related activities.( leading to the feeling of haggardness and frazzelment ) Though we had decided to refrain ourselves from such space due to some reasons ???? Now everyone knows the reason. All the public were dancing to the tunes of our bald DJ vishal. The DJ was prepared (thorughly reseached & well enlisted )with his sound tracks for the evening. There were really some special sound track thoroughly researched for R.Auy. the most beautiful meaningful dedication of the evening. 

(remember ACCHA SILA DIYA TUNE MERE   ….....)

Though there were drunkard bastards among the throng who were enjoying themselves. Their atrocities were least appreciated by me at least.

The crowd would anxiously come up with dedication on behalf of their friends rather than for themselves. This was surely enjoyable till I was not a victim of such deeds. Some were targeting the recent hidden secrets of O.M. Leading to a series of dedication because of that. From Su…t , Sa…n, Di…h, R.A…y , etcccc. Though it would have been even more interesting had the dedication came in large numbers from the opposite sex also. The Bhojpuri soundtrack was wittingly played at right time 

(thanks to our DJ with brains n without hair) 

for infusing the exhausted crowd with dancing spirits again.

The continuous flow of song dedication was keeping the students on high spirits. There were a few sitting around the dance floor. But one after another they also joined in both the boys and girls. I was busy taking snaps all round and involving myself on dance floor in frequent intervals. The dedication made on behalf of Pranav jee was thoroughly enjoyable after the most recent controversy. (B.Pl….) I knew that at some time or the other even I would be on the slaughter. So I tried to keep my friends engaged on the dance floor by taking their snaps. Thus distancing them from the dedication desk.

After some interval of time as soon as I saw Sum.., Pra… moving towards the stage I knew that it was my turn and henceforth I moved outside. So that to emotionally blackmail them to keep them out of their motion. But recent surge in my number of admirers couldn’t be stopped. So at the same point of time When I was outside along with my friends, I heard of the dedication on my behalf. This could have really been avoided as I didn’t wanted to be in limelight for unwanted reasons that could hurt anyone. I seriously apologize on my behalf if somebody was hurt by that. At the same time my friends have every right to carry their part in doing anything by which they could enjoy themselves. I was afflicted because of their dedication at such temporal style. I was better of a secret admirer than being known at the public domain. However the circumstances which they brought me in was just opposite of my introvert, humble and modest living style and character. (really ????) It was  more eventful  this time because of the presence of ...

Amazingly tech fest J.Box was surely more successful than that of utkarsh J.b. All because of mismanagement and involvement of few bastards.Finally we had our whole team photo at the end of the most event full period of my entire college life. I seriously enjoyed being a part of it except for the one instance mentioned above. Thus the J.B was among most enjoyable part of tech fest. Imprinting us (rather only me) with good memories and disturbing my years of solitude.

Although such event could have been procrastinated easily by my friends as I love my introvert style of living. Have a great sense of respect for everyone of my friends. Sorry if somebody was hurt in the process.

Thus the J.B was the most coveted place where something was (???) in the air for everyone.

Excluding me.(hehehhehee)

THANKING YOU…