Yaahoooo!! Exams Over

Exams are almost over, so to say, only one left that too after three days. So its time that i take a break. This sem's exam brought me some new experiences and new ways to cheat. Although i know that this is the final year of my college life and if i got caught in any of these malpractices in the examination hall, i would get a straight extention in my academic career by one year and I dont want to live in this frust place for even a day after i complete my graduation rather under-graduation...eeh whatever. Thats another case. So here it goes:

Exam started on 19th nov for the whole institute, but as my department is great, my exam went off from 23rd.

[23rd Nov] Econometric Analysis:
I have been always wrong in choosing electives. Last sem it was Financial Management and this sem its this econometric analysis. Examzz over and i dont have any god-damn idea what was it all about. While taking the subject, i thought it might help me in getting into some management or business jobs. But when i realized that i have done a mistake, i wanted to change the elective all together. Then this bloody professor was a big hurdle. His instant reaction to my request of changing the subject
"son, there is no way out...it has got only a one way inlet traffic....why u worry...u are an iitian..u must love challenges now " WTF...what am i to do with the challenges??...what matters is the grade and i was pretty sure that i wont be getting a better one.
So four months passed and i hardly attended half of the classes but my proxy was given by one of my true friends Nitesh, thats what he tells me. Time of exam came and me got prepared to be brutally raped. Collected some xerox copies of notes of the brightest and sincere fellow of the class and started reading it. But all in vain. Never able to understand a sentence correctly. So, i prepared cheats, paper cheats, that too 2 pages long and hide it inside my calculator. Got inside the exam hall and occupied the last but one seat in the enormous hall so that i can watch every invigilator at a time. Clock ticked 2pm and it started. Looking at the question paper i was hallucinated. Gazed around me, and opened up my rescuer, the paper (they call it pudiya, the newspaper vendor saw me making these notes that morning and appreciated, cant forget that!!). What the hell, problems after problems:

• All the questions were written in hardcore economics language, i mean i just read the notations and their derivations. I knew the question demanded some derivations, but which one??....got totally confused. i had everything in my hand and i couldnt do anything....thats the sadest time of ur life
• A professor came by and sat at just a yard away from me. Fuck him!! He continued staring at people for at least 30 min from that place.
  
• So when i saw no scene of help from my chit, i started peeping into my true friend Nitesh. I made him sat in a seat front of me coz i have always an alternative plan if one fails. Gotto see some answers and i think i am now in a position to get a "P" grade in that subject

Its a history now...so after giving the exam, i just forgot that i had taken econometric analysis on my own choice which fucked me up totally.

[24th Nov] Dynamics and Mechanisms of Machines:
Now these types of subjects i love. One because i deals with mechanical department. Two because its prof is my project guide. This exam went good but that excellent.

The other day had got the worst things in store for me. Two exams on the same day and the best part is i didnt even touched these subjects after the mid semester whereas people said there was a whole lot of syllabus after that. But who gives a damn seriousness..At least not me. Final year baap!!! just have to pass the exam to get my ass out of this campus as soon as possible.
The longest ever duration i devoted to studies. Starting from 8 pm night to 8 am in the morning with a full nighout. Totally exhausted and saturated mind i went to give the exam. My eyes were burning and they wanted some rest too but u see they have to bear all these tortores...
[25th Nov] Heat Transfer (Morning session)
Same trail of screwing continued here. This time tried to write each and every formulae on whatever was visible like biceps, arms, legs..etc instead of using old paper chits. But shit yaar...it was very embarassing to pull my shirts off to have a glance on the hints. Couldnt do that in the exam hall...Actually i didnt have that much guts....yea thats the word i was looking for. So finally this exam also got me fucked up.
[25th Nov] Thermal Operations in Food Processing (After-noon session)
As i was getting frustrated on the way my cheating missions were failing, i invented new one. Tore papers from my notes which were seemingly important to me and pasted them on other notebooks. Kept all these copies open on the table where we had to submit all our belongings and went inside. Got out of the exam room at regular intervals and pretended to stand in front of the table and doing some crapy things like wiping out the sweat (its winter season here with day having max temp of 25 C), getting back an eraser, or pen or scale, everything separately. So, finally i can say that this was the most safe and easiest way to cheat and score the highest ever marks u ever obtained. It worked in my case, hope it does if u adopt it.......but then luck matters the most in all these activities and i know i am quite lucky all the time.

So, that was the reason for me not writing any blogs for such a long time. But now that i have got a three days break, i have already planned to how to spend these. Today itself there will be a night show of "Dil To Pagal Hai".....Veer-Jaara got me freaked out, so its better to watch another better yash-chopra movie. Then, i had to watch "Apprentice", the series i just started loving after Friends. But its not that addictive. And lotsa movies in store in my little and tiny hard-disk which are in the folder "To Be Seen"

Some Stuffs to do when You are Fee !!!

Try this:

1. Wake up late in the morning and without brushing your teeth, roam around. Dont use a mouth freshner also.
2. Hit a hard punch on the face of the strongest person around you. And dont forget to show a total 32 to him.
3. Watch 4 hindi movies back to back in the exam time although you dont have a lilttle idea about the syllabus of the subject coming the next day.
4. Leave your room still and dont clean it for 4 months (thats exactly one semester). Use it for sleeping purpose only and you can hear weird sounds at night.
5. Have a bath once in every 5-6 days but that too when people start complaining about some foul smell coming from somewhere. Pointing at the other person shout "he farted, i heard" and the next moment had a bath with a fragrant soap.
6. Having filled the CAT form, change your mind in the last moment not to give the exam where you are sure of failure and consequently miss the last train for calcutta to pose a genuine reason. I dont believe in "failures are the steps for success". It should be success or nothing.
7. When your friend is ready for a birthday treat, loot him as the 40 rogues used to do. People get very much excited at treats and even more if its an ice-cream and sweets treat.
8. Google out whatever you want but with the "i am feeling lucky" button. It shows some real kool search results. Couldn't still figure out what its all about.
9. Whenever you play some songs in winamp, start dancing also with hard thumping on the floor. As i am on the 2nd floor, the person just below me gets annoyed all the time. Its even worse when i wear leather shoes and do the same. When it comes to dumbells, i can find him knocking at my doors with a angry look.
10. Its quite obvious now that exams make you freak out a little bit and compell you to write such blogs. But its much more pathetic for those who are reading it. I wasted my time in writing and you did in reading upto this. Injoyeee
    

He hehe......UpUpAndAwaaaayyyy (^_~)

After the Interview

[ .....contd ]

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Mr. Ravi (name changed for confidentiality), about 43-45 yrs old, came to Azad hall at around 6pm. I was as usual in my bed. Sleeping of course. What do u expect one to do when he is in bed !! He had a chat with some of the students there and then went to Park (the most expensive hotel in Kharagpur) along with 7 guys, 4 of them were from our department. They rang me up at around 8 pm when i was preparing to go for a study in central library. Afterall, at one time in a semester, one has to be serious about his acads. I rushed to Park on my bike.

By the time i reached there, they had spent 30 min and their daaru treat was almost over. They all were totally drunk. I thanked god that i came late. I ordered a full chicken tandoori and thats it. I am on diet these days..he hehe.
"where have u been Mr. Maharana?" asked Mr. Ravi
wow, he still remembered my name "eeer sir...i was about to go to the library"
"as far as i remember, we are here only because u didnt wanted a booz treat....instead u suggested for a dinner"
"yes sir, actually i slept and when i woke up it was already late.....and i thought you all would have had your dinner by then"
"aaah c'mon....how can we forget you....drink a glass of vodka and i assure u, in front of all these guys, that your entry in my company is guanranteed"
"thank you sir for your proposal...but as i said before i dont drink and thats against my principles...."
"bhenchod (in punjabi accent)"
"Excuse me!!"
"In my recent past, nobody had rejected my requests.....maa ke laude"
Everybody around the table started laughing. And i feel myself smiling but i was lil bit confused. What happened to this bastard? Why is he talking like that??
And then, all the 20 years of supressed iitian lingo came out of his mouth one by one. We were totally surprised and then we also joined him and talked as we talk with our friends with all the lingo in their uncensored forms. Following are few of his statements which i can never forget, although i knew that he was drunk:

"There are only two ways by which you can succeed in life.....one: know what to do, two: be passionate about what you do" point noted

"Dont waste time on girls at this stage of life....Build your career first....and then maa ki laudi, all of them will come to you....and you ll have an option to choose" good point Mr. Ravi....highly in support of you.

"What?? how come u guys havent lost your virginity yet.....we used to explore all the time on our bikes and we had a concrete map of where to get whores...even we used to go to digha for that" you were lucky guys sir.....now we spent much time on our comp...and the rest in extra-curricular activities...no time to think of all these craps

"The best form of sex here in kgp is masturbation....do it in innovative ways all the time and i assure you that it ll satisfy you much more than real sex" No comments.....wooow!! how do u do that?

"I have a son of 13 and a sweet daughter of 4....when i reach home at late nights say around 12, my daughter always keeps awake and hugs me all the time....and that madarchod son, only says hii dad and goes back to his computer even if it was 8pm....mann karta hai maa chod doon haraami ki...but then i realise that his mom is my wife....actually its not his fault also...i can see a iitian in his at this time...bilkul mere pe gaya hai lauda" eeeh...family life is ruined when you go for money and responsibilities

"mere nanhi si jaan pe jo bhi nazar daalega, uski to main maa bahen ek kar dunga....goli maar dalunga saalon ko....tatte phod dalunga.....there was a boy in my baby's class.....i can clearly see he was flirting with my lil kid....his parents wanted us to meet them at their house....i told my wife to call those madarchods to our house.....and so they came......my kiddo was sitting besides me....and that son, sonofabitch, also came and sat besides her.....i was talking to his parents but my ears were stuck on the conversation of my daughter and that bastard.....madarchod khud ko iitian samajhta hai but my daughter will go into mit....she was showing a large middle finger to him all the time which made me proud that afterall meri beti hai...sabki maiya chod sakti hai" btw.....sorry but i was wondering about ur wife, Mr. Mane

"i was from mumbai slum area...and used to share bathroom with 25 families and for waht, shiit!! Now i own a bif house in mumbai with 5 bathrooms...in acads also i was weak....in a class of 34 students, my rank was 30th and the other 4 were god type.....but for all these one has to wait and work hard.....i started first as a salesman.....and see....i handle the whole indian branch and am paid in fat swiss money.....you'll realize there is a great difference in 2 lacs and 10 lacs....but there isnt any between 10 and 15 lacs.....now money doesnt matter much to me.....i cant find any time to spend with my family....its only the weekends that i get some but then all the time work goes on in my mind....this sucks man" man, the steep rise in career is awesome

He wanted to share these moments with a friend of his. He was from RK hall and the same batch. He went out of the bar cum restaurant and gave him a ring. Totally drunk he was and shouted all the slangs he knew and cut the phone. Little while later, that guy named Sexy, called back and asked "who the hell are you". Reply was "madarchod, main hoon...m in kgp....puraani baatein taaza ho gayi yaar...wish you were here....and u know what...there isnt anymore fight between azad and rk.....its now azad and nehru....RK bastards are out of the scene now." bla bla.....and then we went inside the bar and bhaated again. Boy, it was the best time i ever had in my life. The CEO of a such a big company talking like that. I couldnt even imagine in my weirdest dreams. He wanted to have some drugs 'ganza' and play guitar. The guys who had exams the next day were very much worried and Ravi gave them an assurance that if anybody fails in the exam, he ll absorb him into his company. But he wanted some company that night. And we were also very much excited. The azadians took him into their hall and god knows what they did with him. I bid him good-bye and thanked him for all the funde and treat.

I can say now that "Where ever an iitian goes, whatever he becomes and whatever he does, the iitian inside him always remains alive and which is why he can see himself different from others all the time...which is why he is very confident that if he can pass 4 years in iitkgp, he can easily overcome the rest years of his life through any ordeal....however big one iitian becomes, he sticks to his basics all the time....Live example Mr. Ravi Malhotra (name changed) who autographed a permanent signature on my mind"

[The End]

The Interview

[ Earlier in the Afternoon ]

Buhler, India's top rice processing company, had came to our department to give a presentation and recruit some B.Techs if they are really interested. Ravi Malhotra (name changed for confidentiality), head of Buhler's India branch, is a 1982 passout from Azad hall. Department doesnt matter as he never needed anything what his depatmental courses had taught him. Just to mention, he was from Chemical department. Anyway, all the ghasis were quite elated because this was the first departmental company which showed its ass this semester. Each and every student attended the presentation.... M.Techs too, who knew they will not be considered for recruitment. Presentation went damn good. The image of the company in everybody's mind was crystal clear and amazing. Interested students were called for interview at 3:00pm.

[ 2:55 pm:::my guide's chamber ]

"why are u sitting in this company, u waited for tractor companies to come...and now u changing ur mind...are u sure u wanna join this company"
"give me a confirmation that a single tractor company is coming except TAFE....u give a consolation and i ll carry on my project instead of wasting time in this interview"
"well, i m not sure they will come or not....but as i promised u, i ll fix u up in UIUC.....what about ur apping"
"sir....apping is altogether a different thing....to be on a safer side, why not keep a job in packet and carry on the apping work....after all this company has come offcampus....so no harm in sitting in it...i can ditch it anytime i want"
"ooh...this is offcampus then.....ok then u proceed...and keep the talk very much casual.....dont be nervous and all the best.....btw remove this tie....u dont need in such an interview"
"yes sir....as u wish" i removed my tie and loosened my collar button and went on to the interview chamber.
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I saw many M Tech guys standing in front of the interview room. I mean what the fuck, i thought they werent allowed to sit. But anyways. The best part is their interview ended in just 2-3 mins. They were coming out of the room furiously. I asked them what questions did he posed. "Which branch do u want to get into in and why" "Waht are ur salary expectations" "where do u see urself after 5 years" and they stop. Thats it. Is this an interview, i wondered!!

The 1st BTech,Kedar the palmistry guy, went in. To add some more in his bracket he has a job in IBM already and in high demands in his place as a groom. There was a little pane engraved in the door through which we guys were looking at him. He put his ass on the chair and sat like the king of Vandamore. "Ohhh no...not now....he is playing the tricks he conjured during IBM interview....difference being the interviewers were two ladies there and here its a big fat guy" But his interview went quite for a longer duration than the MTech people. He came out of the room and I rushed in.

"Hello sir"
"Please have a sit Mr."
"Mr. Asheesh Maharana, thank you sir.....Here is my biodata"
"Well asheesh....is it clear in your mind that we havent came here for recruitment as such...we dont have ne vacancies now.....but in may-june, we ll certainly have and then we ll contact you guys....."
"very much understood after the ppt....."
A prof, who brought this company, got inside the room. I said Holy shit. I cant lie anymore in front of a prof who knew me very well. I cant say i am hard working as he knew i never did a job on time which is assigned to me when i was G.Sec Sports of my dept and he was the prof to whom i reported all the time. God save me.
"So, asheesh in which dept u wanna join our company and why"
hehe, the M Tech walaa question.
"Sir, i want to start my career with the Design and Development of machines coz this is the area i am really interested in and i have taken all the machinery courses which were offered by my dept. To gain indepth knowledge in machines, i have done a lot many course in mechanical department also. Its a different matter that i just missed a minor degree in mech "
"Hmm....well proffesor, i remember....the hall days started in our batch....PAN loop celebrated together in that ground in front of them...is it still going on now"
The professor was looking at me.
"Oh yes sir....thats the best day of the year for a hall.....but now its kinda different....different halls celebrate it separately.....the main motive being the elections....the target is the 1st year student specially....everything has been spoiled by this politics now....now Azad and Nehru are bitter rivals....they can kill each other if given a chance"
"bad...thats really bad....you dont invite your profs?"
"no way sir.....when we have booz flowing openly, how can we think of inviting profs.....infact the wardens are also not invited"
"oh my god....thats bullshit"
"moreover thats the only day when we are allowed to take girls inside our room....who is gonna miss this chance"
the prof left the room to attend a phone call
"Have you done anything till now?" with a weird look
"Pardon me sir"
"Ahem...we are diverted from the interview.....so u wrote here that u know computer designing....3D autocad, i guess, u can work on"
"no sir....i know 2D autocad....for 3D designing i opt for Maya and inventor.....but if u want i can learn that.....it becomes easy to expand ur ideas when u have a strong base "
"yea thats true"
"sir, can i ask one question?"
"aah....go on"
"in the ppt u told, 150 crore is the annual turnover in india.....and i guess there are not many rice processing factories in india..then whom do u sell all these advanced machines at the rate of 60 lakhs per piece as u said"
"you are mistaken my dear....many factories are there in india"
"btw sir, whats the rank of your company in india....i never heard of this company in the last 3 yrs of my study over here"
"first...a way above all other factories"
"and in the world"
"well there are some japan companies which are on the top now.....but we are trying our best to give them good competition"
"is there any RnD office in india branch....i dont think there is any sort of research going on in that branch which has got merely 160 employees"
"thats true....we dont do research here....these are done in switzerland, our headoffice and in many US offices....in india we do projects....we build rice mills for our clients.....you ll have to do that also...prepare models of mills, draw them on autocad ...all that stuff"
"actually sir i never thought of it before.....plant designing is not the area i m interested in.....how am i going to work in for projects when i am interested in designning machines..."
"haha..you can always learn that....we dont expect anybody who joins us to know everything....thats why we send them swiss and germany for training for 6 months which can extend to 2 years"
"Learning ll be a good experience for me"
"one last question....what is ur salar expectation"
"looking at ur company's profile and my opportunities there, a salary of minimum 3 lakh i can expect"
"ok asheesh, we ll contact you in may"
"fine sir....thank you.....sir, u said you would be coming to azad in the evening for a trip"
"yea i would be there at around 5 or 5:30...and we ll go for a booz treat then"
"sir, i dont drink....how about a treat in park?"
"aah thats fine.....anything u say"
shook hands and went out of the room.

[to be continued........]

Gunda - greatest movie ever made

I do not share my views over movies, but this is something which i cant stop spitting out. Last week, it happened that i got addicted to movies. Every single movie on lan i downloaded and thoroughly watched, seriously. 5 movies back to back in a day, you can well imagine how dedicated i was. When i got frust of the english movies, i wanted to switch over to some hindi drama type films. You cant dare to call hindi cinema to be "movies", they are simply "films". Neways....that time no new hindi film was in market, so picked up a Mithunda starrer cinema called GUNDA. Before writing anything about it, just peruse over some of its dialogues:

• Protagonist, the main villian's (Gang No. 1) typical statement: "mera naam hai bulla, rakhta hoon hamesha khulla"

• His brother's: "mera naam hai chutiya...acche accho ki khadi karta hoon main khatiya..."

• His right arm's: "mera naam hai pote jo apne baap ke bhi nahin hote" "jaljala jaag utha hai...ab sabko pata chalega ki gangwar start hone waala hai....lashen is tarah se tapkengi jaise nanhe munne bachhe ki nunni se pishaab tapakta hai.....tapp tappp" "Kyonki aajkal nehtagiri aur gundagiri ek hi baap ke do haraami aulaad hai" "Waah kafanchor nehtaa, khotey sikke ne kya baat boli hai - boli hai to aise boli hai jaise bandook ki goli hai"
  

• Villian of Gang No 2: "Mera naam hai lambu aata....saale ko dunga maut ka chaata"

• Villian of Gang No. 1 on the rape of her sister: "Munni....meri bahen munni...to tu mar gayi....Lambu ne tujhe lamba kar diya....Maachis ki teeli ko khamba kar diya"

• And in these dialogue war how can our hero, MithunDa lag behind: "Garibon ke liye jyoti, aur tum jaise gundon ke liye jwaala, naam hain shankar, aur main hoon goondaa number 1"

I guess this much speak volumes about the movie. Some obsevations on this drama..ahem i mean film:
1. Dialogues are just superb. Nobody can ever imagine that bollywood can make such desi style and typical indian dialogues which suits each and every character in the film. applaudable!!!
2. Its a great play...ahem..i mean film , if u are action lover and love to see the hero win all the time this film is for you only. MithunDa is great at fights yaar....i just love him
3. Songs.....cant comment on these as i didnt get time to listen to them. The dialogues and the plot kept me so mesmerized that i skipped all the songs.
4. Dance....Nobody can beat MithunDa in this field. After all this is the first hindi hero who brought male dance into bollywood as it is now. Although i skipped the songs, but i can see MithunDa dancing with faster and quicker moves.
5. Entertainment......Full time. Not even for one second, u ll feel like bored. I can bet on that.
6. It has created a new wave of fans in IIT kgp. --The MithunDa fan club--. Sharukh Khan after his so many great movies with the lastest Veer-Zaara couldnt create such effect as this movie Gunda has created.

And what else do u need to make a hindi film hit? But as i always say, everything is not perfect. Everybody has got some weaknesses as i got from the horror movies. Surely this movie has some:
1. You need to think beyond and take the second meaning of all the dialogues. That way, u can enjoy more
2. Not even a single sister is left raped. So, among women, this movie will find some difficulties to spread its charm.
3. Never watch this movie...sorry i mean film, alone. Have two or three guys with you. I watched it alone and can bear only the 1st part. Didnt have courage to open the 2nd and 3rd CDs. 1st one was more than enough for me. Infact, I have watched this part for more than 3 times till now coz of which most of the dialogues have been memorized by me and my friends. I can clearly guess how funny and enjoyable the other two parts would be.

I, Asheesh Maharana, hereby declare that this low-budget movie of 1998 "Gunda" should be nominated for the National Film Festival award. Although there is a news in air that it should go for the oscars but thats quite imposs kinda thing untill and unless it has some great starcasts and a huge budget. But it can do well in all Indian Screen Awards- Videocon, Samsung, etc. If people can understand the underlying meanings of this greatest movie, surely no one can stop this film from excelling in all fields- director, choreographer, script writer, best actor in negative role, best actor, best comedian.... u name them, it ll get them.

There is no point of missing such a film. Get hold of it from somewhere. Even if u dont get it, apply any tactics and watch this film of the millenium. You cant just afford to miss it!!!

The Diwali Day

People say, you get new clothes, new foodies, cookies and what not on the festive of Diwali. But come to IIT kgp and you'll forget all these things. For the last four years of my stay here, i havent been able to eat properly on that day. I had to fill my stomach with a mere egg burger or a cup of tea/coffee whatever is available by that time. Did anyone say new clothes......Huh!!! You can watch me with pied dress all colored up with rangoli powders. I sometimes think that i celebrate holi two times a year, the latter one in a bigger and for a much extended time as long as a week. Here they used to call this competition Rangoli and Illumination.

Illumination:

This is the most extravagant way of wasting the money of students. But then it is the most unusual thing happening in this whole eastern zone, rather in India i guess, at least not in any college level. It first starts with a big budget of around Rs 50,000 (lil more than $1000). And mind it, this isnt any money of iit administration, it is the money of student.
Anyway, illumination, we call it illu for short, is a competition between different hostels here. On the day of diwali, the whole iit hostels will be powered off and they ll decorate their halls (other name of hostels) accordingly. The hall which does it brilliantly wins. This looks simple but its that much harder when u get into it. Preparations for this starts more than a month before. A proper theme is decided which has to be depicted to the judges. According to the theme, various designs are made, which are very simple though. Chatai are bought which have huge dimensions on which the designs have to be transferred. After doing that, small loops with a size to support the diyas are fastened to the chatais along the design. Many tests are done before the final presentation. Dry test where the diyas are checked again and again so that the clear figure comes up. Wet test where the whole scene is given the final look, the diyas are filled with oil and lighted and then checked for the figure. If all is perfect, green signal to go ahead for the final round.
This is the one just before the final presentation, where students are 20-23 fts high from the ground and ligting diyas for their illu to be judged.


10 min after this picture was taken, judges arrive and the whole view looks mind blowing and marvellous. You couldnt believe that just students without any professional skills would have done this.




Isnt that nice???

Rangoli:

After watching this, you wouldnt be in your senses anymore. You must have seen many paintings, numerous sketches and not to say Rangolis also. But when you see the rangoli that is done here, you cant think that this can be done on this earth too. A painting, and i mean a proper painting is taken and it is copied exactly on the floor not by any colours but by color powders. You can probably think how much laborious work it is by watching the following picture:



It has also got its own complications. The main objective is to repaint a pic of paper size 8"X5" into a 14'X9' floor rangoli (" for inches and ' for feet, for clarification). The floor is divided into equal number of divisions as done in the painting. The sketch is then traced on the floor by markers. And then it begins. Powder colors termed as rangoli (some kind of chemicals i guess) are mixed with sand so that they slip away from hand easily and spreads uniformly. With the help of small sieves, you start putting layers of colours on the floor. The shades has to come as they look in the painting which is the most difficult part of it. But neways, by around 6-7 days the whole rangoli gets prepared with 3-4 nighouts of course apart from 6-8 hours work a day. The rangoli that fetched the 1st prize last year is this, have a look:


And i was involved in it totally. This year due to some genuine problems i couldnt contribute much but i always wished positively about my hall.

Result/ Prize:

It would be surprizing that after spending about 1 month of one's academic semester, investing around 50,000 bucks, what one gets in prize in a pot full of rasgulla.
1st Prize: 300 rasgulla
2nd Prize: 200 rasgulla
3rd Prize: 150 rasgulla
Consolation Prize: 100 rasgulla
Is that what all these are worth for? But what makes sense is the winner. The prizes dont matter here but the title does. The halls which win these titles, illu and rangoli separately, cant sleep for the next two days enjoying their success. Same happens with those who dont get anything. But not in enjoyment but in mourning of the wastage of their 50000 bucks which is non-refundable, which burnt in just 10 min in front of their eyes and fetched no rasgullas also.
Well what can one expect in the land of Bengolis.....Anything, just anything for a rasogolla......"kimon dada? thik bolche naa"

The Plan

Our wing is planning to visit some places during winter....obviously the first thing that comes to our mind are the nearer spots like Digha, Puri etc.....Been to digha, a few days back with all my TDS (Technology Dance Society) members....it was really fun and when we came back we all were sun tanned....have a look at it

It took us some days to recover from the different shades that our skin had adopted..... Actually, earth's ozone layer has really thinned down.....and environment savers must start thinking about this seriously as its getting dangerous to bath in ocean for 4-5 hrs at a stretch.....shall come to this trip later on....

Finally, we came to one common conclusion that this december we are going to Guwahati and then to Shillong where we can peep into bangladesh villages.....i did it twice and so i wanted my friends to do....The view was awesome.....Cherrapunji, the place known for the heaviest rainfall in india, looked marvellous that time when it was all surrounded with clouds, when u can feel them at ur lips.....This wasnt enough to make all of my friends to agree for it......there is a temple in guwahati called ....hmmm......oh god, its erased out of my mind.....neway, that temple is famous for bringing your wishes come true.....the secret is, it is one of the reasons why i am in IIT instead of the preparations and knowledge that i had and only i knew....... my wish was "i ll never ask for nething if i get into one of the iits, no matter how bad my rank is"....and it happened.....i got not so bad rank and got into the best college i wanted to be.......well thats another story and i am getting distracted now...... For the non-atheists and religious friends of mine, it was a nice place to be in the winter......and for the others, shillong trip was the 'thing'.......

Packing it up shortly.......Happy Diwali

Internet is Injurious to health (sometimes) - II

Fuck me !!!.....i should have guessed that Kedar is learning Chiromancy from the same site from which i verified that afternoon.....Some dumbos never fail to excel

Internet is Injurious to health (sometimes)

The other day, one of my friends Kedar held my hand and looked at it carefully. "Are you alright?" I asked. He replied "You are very passionate". "What??...Dammit...You believe in all these craps...If yes, tell me something i know about myself but never told you guys?". He looked at my right hand with a kid glove and answered back "You ll have a very beautiful wife........." [pause for 4 sec] "...four children" [pause for 10 sec] "2 boys and 2 girls.....andddd a parallel affair". "Huh!!! Were those pauses for making up such a vague statement. Dont you think 4 is a quite high a number when it comes to progeny of one's....I mean when its high time for controlling population, how can an educated person like me go for not 2 or 3 but 4 children". I knew his theory was total blunt but still then i appreciated some of the predictions he made. Wife being beautiful doesnt mean , in any case, that you can have four. Thats bogus...

"Chiromancy" is what they call the art of reading one's palm and predicting the future. Palmistry was used initially but not in use now as it gives an indication of "sadhu" and "sants" which most people dont like. This is what we were doing and discussing in the Heat Transfer class. I came to my room and searched for this art on net. Afterall, lets use the net for good at least for once. 4 children, i cant believe.....i need to verify that. Finally, after some serious searching i got a suitable site and found that i am really destined to have four children, two boys and two girls. God damn it....All this is fake....Everything is faux......Bulllshit or Horseshit, whatever you like to call it......Closed the computer and crashed on my bed

Oooh....Thats gonna hurt Again

Have you ever thought of completing a four months work in a day? Are you in a position to speak on a specific topic for at least 30 min when you know nothing about it, neither the subject nor its contents? Given a time bound, are you ready to face a whole lot of bloody professors who are promptly prepared to fuck you up? Hmmmm.......guess i do

I, finally, stood up on my legs and washed my face to get ready for removing the project work load. It was in the afternoon when my ripped soul needed some nap. Still then gathered all the latent courage and headed for the department on my bike.

The research scholar who is assigned to me for assistance is a real cool dood. Not only he arranged everything for me, starting from the machine repair to all the instruments needed for measurements, but also, to my greatest surprise, he called a junior of mine for entertainment. It would be harsh on my part to call that junior a guy but that was a 'she'. I wondered what 'she' has to do in farm machinery. Actually, my prof alloted her a project same as that of mine and told 'her' to contact me and get the whole funda. Earlier the prof asked me what to do with the girl who approached him for the project. I suggested him some real good projects which were suitable for 'girls' with no masculine work involved. But the girl seems quite interesting in the subject and what one can do if the concern is too much. So, this is how it went.

There is no need to describe the whole project here. It would be better for me if i write that in my report instead of jotting it down here. Anyway, she was given a cell and told to take the time. Thats what she was there for. Moreover what can you expect from a 'girl'. Although this statement is quite ironic as there are much more expectations that u can have from a girl only. Without diverting much from the topic, my project completed within 30 min of its start. Got all the data in my notebook and offered a treat to all the associates out there. Alas! the 'girl' left as soon as the data were taken. So, i guess she missed the treat.

Got a seminar to deliver on my project on 3rd of December. I think i am quite early in completing some portions of the project. Precisely speaking, none of the objectives have been completed yet. And i cant think of any explainations i should give the profs about this.

Holy Fuck!!!!! I forgot that notebook at the cafeteria

Listen... Clouds of the Sky !!!

Oo Asmaan Ke Baadal

Oo asmaan ke baadal
Kyun ho raha hai tu pagal
Jaan ke pyaar mein apni
Ho raha main ghayal.

Jab suni thi uski
Madmaati woh paayal
Uski adaaon ka main
Ho gaya tha kaayal.

Yaad usse karke main
Khus ho jaata hoon
Ki ek uska chehra hi
Ghar baahar paata hoon.

Salil si masti thi usmein
Kya main tumko bataoon
Darde muhabbat kya main
Ab tumko sunaun.

Aaj kahan woh hogi
Kab mujhko khabar hai
Dil mera ab aapse hi
Bekhabar hai.

Oo asmaan ke baadal
Kyun ho raha tu paagal
Jaan ke pyaar mein apni
Ho raha main ghaayal.

The Story of a Poem

I could see the paper snoring
And my poem beginning to yawn.
As I thought, thought and thought
But the start never came on.

"Essay", i finally broke the silence
"No way", declared the pen.
"Essay", justified my paper
"Are only for serious men."

After a long while I asked,
"How about a joke or two?"
Giggling at me the paper said
"Sense of humour, and you?"

This time I said with conviction
"A story wont be that bad."
"Oh no!" sighed the paper
Even the pen wasnt too glad.

"Lets jot down a poem"
They looked at me in glee.
I had no other option left
But to write what you can see.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT:
I am very much thankful to my dear friend Sunny babe, who is my constant source of inspiration for writing poems. One needs a very hard and forceful push to do these types of 'non-economical' and 'time-consuming' craps for which i owe him a lot. I am also grateful to my wingmates whose bitter criticisms on my non-poetic sense posed me this challenge and i find myself getting into it by starting this kind of useless thing.
I gives me immense pleasure on the release of my first poem which was kept in the draft mode for more than two weeks. Hope there would be at least one person in this whole world who ll like to read my poems. And thats my best friend MAsh.

Asheesh Maharana
Dated: Friday, 5th Nov