BinDaas Bol....

"Warrior Returning Back to Home"

2011-06-13T13:49:00.000-07:00

The day I reached Ranchi, newspapers were full of headlines " Warrior Returning Back to Home".No, it wasn't for me. Mahi Bhaiya returned for the first time after winning the World Cup. Though this time he was seen trying to protect his wife(Sakshi Bhabhi) rather than himself from the crowd. It was chaotic at the airport. Everyone wanted one look of this MSD and his wife. I am sure Sachin-Anjali have lost their popularity now in the media buzz. One the other hand for me returning home was a bliss as usual though I didn't have so many people waiting at the airport.But, I had one person waiting for me i.e Mom which was all I wanted.

Ranchi one where I have spent my 20 years of life minus the Singapore days has evolved a lot. From the days where my grandfather was proud of owning one of the two Lambretta's( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lambretta) in the city to the date where Scooters have taken a back seat. From the days where the Local Zilla School Ground was for playing Cricket to the days where the ground is used only for Trade Fairs. Though Ranchi was much cleaner this time , thanks to National Games(one where things are rented by Government at a rate higher than its Cost Price).

When one comes from foreign land, there is something around you which keeps others busy. I have always been thrown the same volley of questions even after 3-4 visits.
1)What course?
2)How many years are left?
3)How is the food?
4)When are you going back ?( This Question sucks)
5)Aur. Anything Interesting ? (This question is from the younger lot of people and one should understand what is he/she hinting at)

I also seem to have a fixed set of answers for all the questions except for the last one .So, it doesn't bother me much. If I start talking about food. A simple Rice with vegetables gives u so much pleasure one can't imagine. Specially when the taste buds have been out of use for so long, it feels amazing. Moreover the street vendors seem like they have been waiting for me for years. Not only you enjoy eating but also have a bit chit chat sessions about their life.Seems strange, my life is changing so rapidly but when I see those vendors they are still there. 7 days a week, from morning till they can spot some Customers in the night they work tirelessly.Their sons have been also forced to take that job. The little kid who seemed to be helping dad on few busy days seem to have taken a responsible job in of the street shops. On the flip side new malls have come up. Chains like Dominoes have also made a mark on the city. In fact a 5 star hotel has also come up. I like this change the best as this makes Ranchi eligible for hosting a International Cricket Match in the new stadium that is coming up.In spite of all this one thing that I wish doesn't change is the calmness that the city gives you. I would love to see the city in the same peaceful state even in the future.

Ode to the Nice Guys

2011-06-10T10:11:00.001-07:00

link:http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/~jenf/writing/rant04.html
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

Software Engineering

2011-04-30T04:46:00.000-07:00

Public Bus Simulator!!

Making change

2011-04-28T01:56:00.000-07:00

An Article very well written!
Must Read!

Making change

Another Night well wasted!!

2011-04-25T07:23:00.000-07:00

Exam might be knocking on the doors but there is something which will keep you going...Thats Music!!! Another night.. where we randomly played some mash-ups..mixing two or threee songs.

2011-04-15T10:15:00.001-07:00

2011-04-15T10:14:00.001-07:00

2011-04-15T02:14:00.000-07:00

One of the Articles Written by my Batchmate -Siddhart
http://www.facebook.com/Siddharth.Fofo.Janarthanan

If I am to talk about women based on the experience with my mother, I would have to say they are extraordinarily (sometimes irritatingly) stubborn, supremely far-sighted, thankfully atheistic and with an amusingly messy room. But my mother does not represent the world of women. She is just one oddly wondrous piece among millions of other equally amazing ones. And that is how everybody feels about their mother. Whatever said and done, as long as mothers exist in this world, women will never lose their place in the hearts of all, irrespective of gender. Does that mean this writer thinks motherhood to be the sole attribute and purpose of womanhood? Of course not. I have just said motherhood is one attribute of women that no one cannot think of; a forte no man can ever take up for himself.
History is full of examples of outstanding women across all known human fields. Science, politics, arts, sports, religion, administration, education have all had the privilege of having been shaped and nourished by hundreds of astoundingly inspiring and courageous women. My own personal favourite is Elizabeth I, the Virgin Queen of England who revolutionised the English way of life against many odds and established the country’s Golden Age. A highly passionate and resolute monarch with brilliant administrative capabilities, she reached the heights that none of her predecessors nor successors (male or female) matched up to.
It is well known that women have had a tumultuous standing in society. It is believed that in the ancient civilisations, men and women were considered socially equal, but somewhere in the middle, things changed. And not for the good. Women faced repurcussions just about everywhere; inside the house, at the work places, in the arts etc. The feminist movement then came into being, to bring about gender equality. Its been a long process and its still ongoing, and thankfully things are changing. While true gender equality will be achieved only with a fundamental shift in the society’s perception of women, policies are being made in the right direction.
Sadly, in the developing Asian countries, I feel women, more often than not, are their own biggest obstacles to overcome in order to achieve liberation. Many a time, I have seen families where the girl’s own mother, aunts and grandmothers end up being the most prominent dream-snuffers and oppressors. One would think that these women will be the beacons of hope who will provide the support they never got, to the girls, but unfortunately that’s not the case.
So what do I think of women? Well, they come in all shapes and sizes and shades alright. Pretty things with an astounding depth of heart (men do too, but they aint that pretty if I may say so). They are the only species on the planet who physically torture themselves to look good; and have such hope and tenacity they put me to shame. The one thing that I will not say about them is that, “they complete men” or, they are “the perfect balance for men” etc. I find the idea of attributing their very existence and purpose to support men or complete them highly offensive. And well, also because, men are quite complete themselves :D

2nd Year - 2nd Semester

2011-04-14T07:30:00.000-07:00

First Day at NTU

Senior : Which Course ?
Me: CE
Senior : Full Form Nahi Aaata ?
Me: Computer Engineering
Senior: Kaha se hai ?
Me: Ranchi
Senior : Acha Bihari hai ?
Me: nahi , Jharkhandi ( I shouldn't have said that)
Acha chal CE meh hai isiliye chor raha hoon.

This was the respect or you may call it sympathy you get from people when they come to know that you are in CE. This is all due to just one Semester. Which is - 2.2. It has become my slogan kind. 2.2 hai yaar!!
A semester where other non CE Students get angry as you generally don't go clubbing with them. Your batchmates become sarcastic if you are not seen for a few days.Mom-Dad finally start realizing the distance inspite of Skype and phone. Brother feels amzazed that how come I dont get enough time even to make a phone call. GirlFriend is happy with saying the three Ultimate Words that a GirlFriend says that makes you feel so happy. Any guesses? No, I am not talking about expressing those words of love, but I am talking about " KOI BAAT NAHI".
This semester you are given two bags. Both of them equally interesting when you go to issue them initially with lot of LEDs. You also have to make Public Bus Simulator which is fine but when you have a Canadian Professor then it makes it worse. Besides this you have subject like Operating System which I hardly consider as part of this semester's workload, not because its damn easy but I hardly get time to realize its presence.
This is not it. At this stage, you are expected to have a lot of knowledge about different companies around Singapore. This is the time you are also expected to apply for Industrial Attachment( A semester long internship in the 3rd Year, Sem1/2). The only hope for some rest is the coming Summers. Oh wait. Don't you wish to do something fruitful this summer?How can you waste the summer. So,time to sacrifice your India Visit. Time to Sacrifice the food that gives you orgasm even when you even think about it. Time to sacrfice everything you wish to do in Summers(Censored).
Is studying everything? Is finishing your projects enough. Oh wait! You wont get an on campus accommodation if you don't go for ECA's. With the shitty system, hardly anyone expects getting a room except if you have won some elections and have enough points.

This is one of the Projects that I did this semester. A Micro-controller Project, Kinect sensors were the additional feature I used which was the coolest thing for the Proff.

2011-04-14T03:14:00.000-07:00

Courtesy - FUNCAGE.com

Lesson 1: Naked Wife
A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, “I’ll give you $800 to drop that towel.” After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob.
After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 dollars and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks,…
“Who was that?” “It was Bob the next door neighbor,” she replies. “Great!” the husband says, “Did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?”

Moral of the story:
If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.

Lesson 2
A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, “I’ll give each of you just one wish” “Me first! Me first!” says the administration clerk. “I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.” Poof! She’s gone. “Me next! Me next!” says the sales rep. “I want to be in Hawaii,relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.” Poof! He’s gone. “OK, you’re up,” the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, “I want those two back in the office after lunch.”

Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say.

Lesson 3
A priest offered a lift to a Nun. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said,”Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest removed his hand. But,changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, “Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest apologized “Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.” Arriving at the convent, the nun went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, “Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.”

Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.

Lesson 4
A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A rabbit asked him,”Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?” The crow answered: “Sure, why not.” So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested.
A fox jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very high up.

Lesson 5: Power of Charisma
A turkey was chatting with a bull “I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,” sighed the turkey, but I haven’t got the energy.” “Well, why don’t you nibble on my droppings?” replied the bull. “They’re packed with nutrients.” The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.

Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it wont keep you there.

Lesson 6
A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Moral of the story:
1. Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy
2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend
3. And when you’re in deep shit, it’s best to keep your mouth shut!

2011-04-12T13:08:00.001-07:00

2011-04-12T13:06:00.001-07:00

THE BADA MOON NIGHT - DEVIKA SHINDE

2010-10-09T13:02:00.000-07:00

THE ‘BADAA MOON’ (like full moon) NIGHT (Also the night when the Singapore F1 Grand Prix practice session was in progress, when we saw Dabang, tried our voices and guitars at music, haunted the campus and didn’t sleep a wink)

Honestly, this is going to take me eternity. And yet I am bravely embarking on this very tedious task of detailing the last 17 hours of my life. Why? ( I ll list three points since three sounds like a complete reasoning). Because, point one, some days (not to forget the nights) just demand and deserve this kind of attention and appreciation and point two (most importantly) I don’t want to be studying and point three I am so random!

(A disclaimer. The proceedings of the night have been so chaotic, random, funny, stupid, weird that try as I might, I know I cannot portray the craziness here. I can recap the night and hopefully, through that, we relive the night.)

I guess the story starts on a fine Friday evening (6 pm on 24 th September 2010) with a message from a certain Dilparinder Singh with the proposal to watch ‘Dabang’ the very same evening. After a dozen messages sent to and fro and here and there (facebook included), the 7 55 pm show of Dabang at Jade, Bugis is fixed and, in a way, the stage on which the drama for the entire night is to unfold, is set. The movie party consists of Amitabh Awasthi, Devika Shinde (the one writing this), Dilparinder Singh, Harjoben Singh and Varun Banka (names strictly in alphabetical order). All this while, my dear Russian professor is painstakingly explaining radiation in his dear Russian mafia accent and announcing a not-so-dear CA scheduled for the next week. It is 6 30 pm as I run out of LT 20.

Boon Lay Interchange. In typical Indian style, it is 7 30 as everyone gets to the interchange (as against the decided 7 pm) which pretty much rules out the plan of taking a MRT train to Bugis. A seemingly panicking wait for Mr Awasthi (in which we considered leaving our senior behind), a not-so-long wait at the taxi stand (where we run into Karan and Ananya out to execute their pool-playing plans and wondered why people don’t car pool and patiently watch women load one grocery bag after another into the taxi – one even had a foldable trolley) , a few detours thanks to the Singapore F1 Grand Prix and we are at Jade 5 minutes late for the movie.

The journey here demands some more words to its credit. I actually wish I had had a recorder to reproduce all the randomness (this word is soon going to be amazingly overused) that the poor cab driver had to endure. And unfortunately I do not have the skill to put it in words (actually, is that even possible?). Among the usual accusations of “Kitna ganda sochta hai” and the blatant lies of “Hum kitne shareef aur seedhe saadhe hai!” and the usual senseless chatter (which our cab driver silently endured) two things stand out.

Mr Amitabh Awasthi – recollecting for us the Year One of his batch mate, a certain Miss Pavani. This Miss Pavani was personally offered a high funda post (which I don’t remember right now) in year one by a certain senior Dimas. On quizzed why so, Mr Awasthi answers with a mysterious “I don’t know why.” which is quite enough to lend wings to our (dirty) thoughts and make us burst into even more laughter (since we were already laughing).

Mr Harjoben Singh. I think he was telling us a story about something when all of a sudden he excitedly points to the sky (we are still in the taxi) and ends his half finished sentence with a “kitna badaa moon hai!” The rest of the time was basically spent in debating how big the moon really was, how accurately Joe had recorded the size of the ‘badaa moon’, comparing it to the average size of the moon in India (and then in various cities), how the ‘Singaporewala moon’ is different from the one in India, how Banka and I are drunk for not joining in the discussion and making fun of it and how the spectators at the F 1 circuit might be enjoying the sight of cars zooming by at the Esplanade Circuit with the backdrop of a dark sky in which hangs a ‘badaa moon’.

Jade. So we reach 5 minutes late. The first scene we see as we settle into some random seats is Salman Khan shooting a co police officer who wishes a promotion for nabbing thieves (so that they can fake an encounter). I am not even attempting to explain the movie here. It was fun, amazing fun as we laughed our way through the whole movie popping pop-corn (which some declared to be too sweet) and with our legs comfortably perched on the row ahead. A special mention here to Salman Khan’s dance steps, to Makkhi, to Munni, to subtitles (without which this movie would have made minimal sense to me), to the dialogue writer (who according to my Google research are Jalees Sherwani, Faaiz Anwar and Lalit Pandit- I wonder why we couldn’t find them in the credits) and to the 3 D animations.

Another special mention ( and a complete paragraph) to Joe’s ambitious and adventurous plans. The Bond guy has decided to sky dive ( so what) without a parachute ( OMG). Awasthi is shattered and we remind him of our plan to forcibly make him go for reverse bungee jumping. That is enough to freak him out for the moment. Joe is meanwhile detailing his outlined sky diving plan. One memorable situation considered was the complications faced if he ends up above a water body instead of solid land ( I think water is easier to manage here than solid ground). The discussion closes with the conclusion that worst case scenario it will be the first and last time that Joe does sky diving. All thoughts of fear and insecurity are drowned as the huge screen flashes “Live each day like its your last.” as though urging Joe to go with his dream plan. A message from the universe Joe.

Post movie. We run into a few seniors of whom I remember are Srinath – Mathangi (both wearing matching purple shirts) and Ankita Gupta (“Hi, I am the new ISCS President). After a couple of chicken/paneer tikka rolls depending on nonveg/ veg preference ( one being sponsored by DPS for the ‘Bharteeya’ experience) and a chocolate muffin everyone has a good shot at me and my chocolate), the general plan is to head back to campus ( “MRT yaar! Taxi nahi karni”) but the roar of F1 cars calls us and we make our way in the general track direction knowing very well that we won’t be able to see a thing and yet not ready to turn back without trying. After walking as far as allowed, we head back to campus dreaming about the time when IA will allow us to buy the F1 tickets.

City Hall MRT. Joe is suddenly seized by a desire to prove that he is the tallest or maybe it was to find out his height ( I dont know). So basically, everyone is measured against him and the difference in height is added to the person’s height. (Important assumption: Joe is taller than the person he is being measured against , except DPS.) The technique fails rather spectacularly as he ends up with at least three different heights for himself. Tsk tsk.

City Hall MRT again.Banka locks Joe’s mouth and drops the key into my mouth which effectively means that Joe cannot talk (which is a relief for some time after the excessive taxi-talking over ‘badaa moon’). The MRT ride is pretty much spent by DPS in trying to make me admit a supposed crush over Banka and then sending a message to Mehak about it which leads to a fight for the possession of DPS’ phone which further leads to memorable lines as “Don’t touch my instruments.” Joe, though silent, actively supports DPS. This continues till attention turns to Awasthi and he is grilledabout the girls he likes. After much time (for the people being grilled) Boon Lay finally comes and offers reprieve as a few more seniors meet us on bus and the topic turns to jobs and fourth years and poems to be written for birthdays. Joe has been relieved of his imposed silence but for some reason prefers not talking.

Hall 12 Lounge. The plan is to start ‘Cheapfucks’ on the lines of the quite popular ‘Cheapmuncks’ video doing its rounds in NTU (you are an outcast if you haven’t heard it). A few juniors join in and what follows is a trailer of the night to be. Random guitar strumming of random songs with random singing (sorry, DPS put his heart and soul into the singing) with Joe clicking random pictures from random cameras of random people doing random things (coming soon on facebook). Joe finally opens his mouth to sing Sutta when he sees us struggle with the lyrics. Attempts are made by certain people to delete certain photos with no success. Opinions of the Straits Times on the CWG are read. Frustration levels rise due Nikes squeaking on the floor. Inanimate objects are declared the most photogenic in the room. For record, we hear the ‘Shanty News’!

Outside Hall 12 Lounge. Post 12 am the lounge is declared too hot and the party moves out into the open. A random race later, we find ourselves walking to NIE.

**DANGER: YOUR ARE ENTERING A HIGHLY RANDOM ZONE. ADVANCE WITH CAUTION.**

NIE. Banka, Joe and I find ourselves at the NIE basketball courts. We call the others to join us there but don’t last there ourselves (we do stay there to randomly play tag and randomly roll the roller around) due to a sudden random desire to visit SSC.

The NIE lift, stopped at Level 1. There is a random attempt to click a particular random picture for a considerable amount of time. Upon successful execution, we spill out of the closed lift into fresh air and make our way to the spine, taking random water breaks at every water cooler.

The Photo ( sorry Banka)

North Spine. Joe and I decide that we like the noise of our Nikes on the floor and randomly go squeaking our shoes till we spot a Police Car. Another random water break follows. We randomly pick up a Tribune at North Spine

SSC. The Tribune is torn apart to serve as a thing to sit on to protect us from the wet grass as we sit on the slope behind SSC. What follows are random stories- ‘Mumbai’ (told by Devika), ‘Places I have stayed and studied at in India’ ( told by Joe), ‘Meeting with APJ Abdul Kalam’(told by Banka), ‘School’ (contributions by all) among others. Finally I decide my backside is too numb to sit there anymore and we change base again.

ADM. Joe decides to randomly sit on the railing, Banka randomly lies down and protects his head from wet grass with the same Tribune and I spread the Tribune on the top of a random lamp and sit atop it randomly. We admire the ‘badaa moon’ (which isn’t ‘badaa’ anymore) and identify Orion constellation. With music in the background, we review the random pictures taken till then till my cell battery dies out, discuss the Ladder Theory, discuss all the recent couples on campus, decide that Joe and I are the minority singles left on campus ( “Love is in the air”, says Banka, the committed boy, “tum log bhi dhhodhna shuru karo”) . Immediately every eligible and non-eligible person of the opposite sex in put under the scanner and ranked according to the newly learnt Ladder Theory with much confusion on my part about who goes where leading me to form new ladders and much hilarity on Joe’s part as he places people below the ladder length ( which he does not admit to). Joe discovers a small hole in the pipeline through which water is spraying in the form a fine mist and analysis starts. We decide to see dawn and then leave.

Its dawn. Hunger strikes. Time to change camp. We walk down the cement lining till we think we won’t fall and break some bones and run to Can 2.

Can2. Its closed when we enter. We watch the stalls preparing for the day, finally get our breakfast and fight over whether or not to upload the random pictures on facebook. Further on, our singlehood is attacked by Banka, the committed boy. We are through with breakfast after a few problems ( “I want ice Milo without the ice.”) but no one wants to leave. Joe decides to make himself a wrist band out of the straw (maybe he got very fond of it). After much thought, it is decided that we play pool.

Nanyang House (up the frikking hill). Its closed on Saturdays. So we turn all the way round and sit watching some Chinese fidgeting around with the lion dance costumes. Randomness strikes. I try the ‘Anuja chain thing’. Supposedly, Banka and Joe are having a son and a daughter each(separately). Topic moves back to eligible people on campus. Two guys realise the extent of my randomness.

SRC Tracks. Joe is rather quiet and declares Banka and me to be drunk for laughing at random things. I randomly declare that I like my shoes and Banka randomly retorts “You like your shoes. You love your shoes. Go propose to them.” We identify a problem as Banka and I are following the same though process about things which is pretty scary. We randomly check our weights at the SRC area. I rejoice on having crossed half century! For once in my life, I weight 51 ! Note that though I wore shoes, Nike guarantees that they weigh no more than 400 grams so i am still above 50. Yippee! Memorable day. Joe’s desire to know his height is left undone as the tallest measuring thing SRC has reaches till our waists. We randomly decide that the two girls on the tracks would be better off not jogging and decide to move on.

Hall 8 Lounge. Signs of fatigue show. On our way to the Hall, we notice the Police car returning back. We reach the lounge and crash with my laptop. Like good NTU students, we check our mails and immediately log on to facebook. Banka, eager to see my hidden albums, is trying to convince me to log in with no success. The same thought process creepiness carries on initiating a HI 6 from Banka which is met with a shocked reaction on my part and an admittance of not having seen HIMYM Season 6. Photos are transferred from the cell (now charging) to the laptop and scrutinized by voting (which pretty much goes for a toss later). Randomness follows with threats to break my facebook password, my dear lappie being declared ‘too slow’ by two CE/CS (even God can’t remember, only they themselves know) students with the promise of getting it back to normal, with random chatting and devil face chatting on skype and (in my case) bursting into peals of laughter on seeing Joe’s amazingly expressionless face. Suddenly we realise its near noon.

Management Gyan By: Praneet Mervin

2010-10-03T02:32:00.001-07:00

* Lesson Number One *

A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?"

The crow answered: "Sure, why not."

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Management Lesson: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.

* Lesson Number Two *

A turkey was chatting with a bull.

"I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy. "Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull. "They're packed with nutrients."

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually gave him enough strength to reach the first branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fortnight, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.

Management Lesson: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.

* Lesson Number Three *

When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Boss. The brain said, "I should be Boss because I control the whole body's responses and functions."

The feet said, "We should be Boss as we carry the brain about and get him to where he wants to go." The hands said, "We should be the Boss because we do all the work and earn all the money." And so it went on and on with the heart, the lungs and the eyes until finally the asshole spoke up.

All the parts laughed at the idea of the asshole being the Boss. So the asshole went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to work. Within a short time the eyes became crossed, the hands clenched, the feet twitched, the heart and lungs began to panic and the brain fevered. Eventually they all decided that the asshole should be the Boss, so the motion was passed.

All the other parts did all the work while the Boss just sat and passed out the shit!

Management Lesson: You don't need brains to be Boss, any asshole will do!

* Lesson Number Four *

A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold, the bird froze and fell to the ground in a large field. While it was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on it. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to realize how warm it was. The dung was actually thawing him out!

He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard he bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him!

Management Lessons Summary:

1. Not everyone who drops shit on you is your enemy.2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.3. When you're in deep shit, keep your mouth shut!

CheapMUnks - IN LOVE WID THEM!!!

2010-09-21T04:27:00.000-07:00

Suhana And Mehak !!

Oh Hum Dum Suniyo Re~~~

OMG/Babia ~~~~

OMG/Babia - The CheapMunks by In the Loop

R U AN INDIAN ????

2010-08-27T12:24:00.000-07:00

Article by By Dr Farrukh Saleem(PAK)..Must Read!!!

2010-08-19T07:38:00.000-07:00

Written by a Pakistani journalist about India .......

Here's what is happening in India :

The two Ambani brothers can buy 100 percent of every company listed on the Karachi Stock Exchange (KSE) and would still be left with $30 billion to spare. The four richest Indians can buy up all goods and services produced over a year by 169 million Pakistanis and still be left with $60 billion to spare. The four richest Indians are now richer than the forty richest Chinese.

In November, Bombay Stock Exchange's benchmark Sensex flirted with 20,000 points. As a consequence, Mukesh Ambani's Reliance Industries became a $100 bill ion company (the entire KSE is capitalized at $65 billion). Mukesh owns 48 percent of Reliance.

In November, comes Neeta's birthday. Neeta turned forty-four three weeks ago. Look what she got from her husband as her birthday gift:

A sixty-million dollar jet with a custom fitted master bedroom, bathroom with mood lighting, a sky bar, entertainment cabins, satellite television, wireless communication and a separate cabin with game consoles. Neeta is Mukesh Ambani's wife, and Mukesh is not India 's richest but the second richest.

Mukesh is now building his new home, Residence Antillia (after a mythical, phantom island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean ). At a cost of $1 billion this would be the most expensive home on the face of the planet. At 173 meters tall Mukesh's new family residence, for a family of six, will be the equivalent of a 60-storeyed building. The first six floors are reserved for parking. The seventh floor is for car servicing and maintenance.. The eighth floor houses a mini-theatre. Then there's a health club, a gym and a swimming pool. Two floors are reserved for Ambani family's guests. Four floors above the guest floors are family floors all with a superb view of the Arabian Sea On top of everything are three helipads. A staff of 600 is expected to care for the family and their family home.

In 2004, India became the 3rd most attractive foreign direct investment destination. Pakistan wasn't even in the top 25 countries.

In 2004, the United Nations, the representative body of 192 sovereign member states, had requested the Election Commission of India to assist the UN in the holding elections in Al Jumhuriyah al Iraqiyah and Dowlat-e Eslami-ye Afghanestan. Why the Election Commission of India and not the Election Commission of Pakistan? After all, Islamabad is closer to Kabul than is Delhi .

Imagine, 12 percent of all American scientists are of Indian origin; 38 percent of doctors in America are Indian; 36 percent of NASA scientists are Indians; 34 percent of Microsoft employees are Indians; and 28 percent of IBM employees are Indians.

For the record: Sabeer Bhatia created and founded Hotmail. Sun Microsystems was founded by Vinod Khosla. The Intel Pentium processor, that runs 90 percent of all computers, was fathered by Vinod Dham.

Rajiv Gupta co-invented Hewlett Packard's E-speak project. Four out often Silicon Valley start-ups are run by Indians. Bollywood produces 800 movies per year and six Indian ladies have won Miss Universe/Miss World titles over the past 10 years.

For the record: Azim Premji, the richest Muslim entrepreneur on the face of the planet, was born in Bombay and now lives in Bangalore.India now has more than three dozen billionaires; Pakistan has none (not a single dollar billionaire).

The other amazing aspect is the rapid pace at which India is creating wealth. In 2002, Dhirubhai Ambani, Mukesh and Anil Ambani's father, left his two sons a fortune worth $2.8 billion. In 2007, their combined wealth stood at $94 billion. On 29 October 2007, as a result of the stock market rally and the appreciation of the Indian rupee, Mukesh became the richest person in the world, with net worth climbing to US$63.2 billion (Bill Gates, the richest American, stands at around $56 billion). Indians and Pakistanis have the same Y-chromosome haplogroup. We have the same genetic sequence and the same genetic marker (namely: M124).We have the same DNA molecule, the same DNA sequence. Our culture, our traditions and our cuisine are all the same. We watch the same movies and sing the same songs. What is it that Indians have and we don't?

INDIANS ELECT THEIR LEADERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And also to mention: They think of Construction of own nation, unlike other nations who are just concerned with destruction of others...

Simple answer to why the Indians fare better than the Pakistanis - They don't focus on religion all the time and neither do they spend time and money in devising ways to kill their own and everyone else over religion.

ROOMIE's THEORY !!!!

2010-08-11T12:54:00.000-07:00

This theory is complete fiction and has no relation wid any one living or dead.Any resemblance to any living person is purely co-incidental.

U must have heard of String Theory, Gravitational Laws,Bro-Codes..This one is the latest research after which I have come up wid this theory called
"THE ROOMIES THEORY"

(Though there are always exception to this theory.I am sure my future roomies are few of them)
1) Roomies Gf can be treated as ur own pseudo gf.(gf's care so much abt ur roomie)
Tumhara roomie kya kar raha hai?
Did ur roomie sleep?? whr r u now?
tumhari roomie koi gf nahi hai kya??

2) U might have to pick up roomies phone when he is the washroom or bathing.

3) U might also get to read sms/Skype messages/fb chats/inbox mails etc of roomie's gf

4) The guy might also elaborate abt his gf itna ki u might start imagining her in ur dreams.

5) U can always get the share of roomie's gf gifts or favours such as good snacks in the nght/ choclates / and smtyms evn get ur room cleaned.

6) There are times when the girl wants to talk to u in order to be sure abt her bf deeds.So,U have a great chance!!!

7)U can easily send her a frnd request and u might even be chatting wid her more than ur roomie.

8) The best part is when there is a fight between them, generally u r the one who enjoys the cream!!!

9) In public,roomies gf tries to avoid her bf in order to avoid been seen as couples(So,nxt best option is bf roomie..bf ko bhi tension nahi and gf also feels comfortable)

10) This theory might not apply in all cases. For Detailed conditions required for the theory to apply wait for the PHD Paper which I will publish. Need some more roomie experience in order to Summarise!!!!

Tab tak ke liye..

Have a great time to all roomies.
Cheers!!!
:D

2010-07-14T07:34:00.000-07:00

Its been a long while since I have blogged. Holidays have made me very lazy. :)
After coming back to India,it was a different feel all together.Back home,it felt great.Seeing your parents waiting at the airport and then running(reminds of srk..very filmy)to hug my mom is always a cheerished feeling for anyone. One may become independent,but in front of my parents I still feel the same as I was 5 years ago.Dad still treats me like a 14 year old teenager(MOm ke liye 14 is still a bigger no).
Summer was a very special one.The duration of my holidays was a topic of jealousy for some of my friends.But, someone made me realize that this holiday was gonnah be the last Extended Vacation before my retirement.It kinda scared me. There was also a pressure to utilize these months in an efficient way.I didnt want to regret later that I wasted loads of tym. But...sometimes its good keep it simple..and thats what I did....First month I had a blast wid family and friends....Meeting my close frnds was like ausum...but I did realize that Distance never affects friendship or any kinda relation.( So, some +ve for LDR).
Enjoyed Terrace Cricket...Don't know I still enjoy it to a great extent.After those sweaty Matches, the same terrace became a Lounge !!!! Sharing each instances of the past 6 months...there was a very different kinda smile all through.Sometimes its good to part wid friends..because then u realize the importance of them in life :)

Exam Exam!! Go Away..Little Varun Wants to Play!!!!

2010-04-26T00:54:00.000-07:00

Exam tym...Evn if u have studied the whole sem or u havent...(havent one sounds more nyc)....Exam tym scares evryone...I am supposed to be having the toughest exam for this sem tom...infact I have two exams tom....but I am in a no mood to study..Its the tym...u start remembering things which has no relation to ur present ..but why the hell do they creep up at this tym...I have no idea...

Bro says...chill out...don take tension...Though he must be also knwing that chill is one of words which goes to hibernation in these days...Mom says....I hope u r preparing well!!!!...I strt laughing !!!!.Don knw how this transition has taken place..same person who was aiming for a 90+ evry tym he sits to write the paper...Is happy jus to give his best...disregarding the grades....may be thats what is required in cllg...But I will take tym to adjust.....

Moreover,the feeling of goin to back to home creeps in....which is very fatal in these tyms...thr r ppl I see who seem to be very cool....they actually use one of the special properties present in few of homosapiens..that is camouflage ..they can hide their anxiety and pressure... evn they do feel the "thrill" of giving an exam the next day..!!!!!

So,hoping that exams do get tired of themselves sm day..and give us sm peace(A dream of evry student,which may never come true..)..though as MY java Tutuor says...Seeing is believing...so I rather jus see the dream and believe it....bcoz Exams will always rejuvenate and get fresh evn after they get tired....So its better to find a screwdriver to unscrew urselves after an exam,bcoz u knw that ki thr will be a day whn u will be screwed(no literal meaning intended here)
(this line is one of the weirdest line I could come up wid...but don knw why it seems very suitable for the situation)...

Complan BOy!!!! Complan girl!!!!

2010-04-11T16:55:00.000-07:00

I was never a complan boy!!! milk was just a one day affair in a week..I remember when I used to not drink milk or any kinda complan/bournvita...one of aunties used to tell me..."Beta,complan piya karo..jaldi bade ho jaayoge...tumhe apne bhaiya jitna bada hona hai nah!!!!!!!!!!!(hhaha..I can still remember her tone.....)..I used to fall in her trap...becoz at that tym...being an adult was one of the fantasy of my life as a kid... ..this post is dedicated to my aunt!!!!!...

When I was a school goin kid.(waise I love to be called as kid even today) ,I was waiting eagerly to get to the legal age mark.Evryday had the same routine....utho..skl jao..utho...skl jao...same light blue shirt ..same tie which I used to wear while running towards my busstop..and same conductor who scolded evryday for making so much noise in the bus(though I was the bus monitor)...Always had a thought...its so good to be an adult..no restrictions..all fun..no tension of skl and all...

Today I may be more than 18..but it has brought some added responsibility...I have the so called rights to do legal things..(no details in public)....Those days..when most happening time was when I used to play in recess in school...before the bell rang for lunch tym..i had my frnds running towards the field..though I had sm priority in getting sports Items...As I had offered samosas to the games item keeper once...(haha)....The only time when I felt that I need to be responsible was when the next day I had my final exams..School was so much fun!!!!!Never had the company for fairer sex in school,but the school bus had enough of them to have sm boyish fun....

Disney hour,Shaka Laka boom boom,Son pari now seem so lame.No more trying Flames.Stonepaperscissors which was one of the best tym paas now seems so kiddish.
Now,ego has crept in....friendships no longer remain as innocent as they were...Slangs which were a sin when someone said ..F-word is part and parcel of evryone's vocab(though I am still holding on)...I often wonder how my friends change their vocab when they go back to their homes.A sachin run out or rooney goal miss..wld have different reactions when they are in the uni and at home...

I often start feeling these days that I am getting alone day by day..When I see the future..I am seeing just myself struggling make a mark in the world....A kid who used to never leave my mom's hand when on road....has to drive safely in narrow lanes of the world.....that is what happens when u grow up...!!!!!!! As a kid,we often used to say.."mujhe jaldi se bada hona hai"......that is what sums up all.!!!!!!!

Socializing..a term which I had only read on page 3 bulletins .is part of my uni's evryday life...a guy/grl not into it.. is more in the happening lot.!!!! I often smile..when I see people showing off that they don't study..oftens happens in evry uni...what a great pride it is when someone says they dont study..bcoz then they wont be tagged in that "padhaku" or nerd society.....Drinking.smokin...is the parameter for a person's coolness.....character...evn wikipedia does not have any information abt it...leave it abt the rest...(i may have diverted from the title..but this is something which always instigates me to write something)

To be Contd..

LOved this original creation!!!!!!

2010-04-09T01:18:00.000-07:00

BY MEHAK NAGPAL
mnagpal_91@yahoo.co.in

“Maybe it’s best if you let go,
Times change and life goes on,
Why?", she asked, “Why the hope?
Why are you still holding on?”

My eyes are wet, but I smile anyway,
And as I turn to her, this is what I say:

Because he’s the last person I think about
Every night before I fall asleep
Because every time his eyes meet mine
He sweeps me off my feet

Because his is the first face I want to see
Every morning as I open my eyes
Because I know I can’t forget his smile
Even after a million tries

Because every time I am with him
Everything else just fades to gray
And the way he says my name
Still takes my breath away

Because somehow I feel like he’s here
Whenever they play our song
Because every time we talk on the phone
Thoughts of him haunt me all night long

Because every time I hear his voice
It brings a smile to my face
Because every time I feel close to him
It takes me to my happy place

Because every time he cracks a joke
He makes me laugh like no one else can
Because all the time we spent together
I was happier than I’ve ever been

Because sometimes when I want to break down and cry
I still need to put up a false pretence
And somewhere through this hollow emptiness
I can somehow sense his presence

Because every time I feel alone and weak
I realize why I’ve held on for so long
And I look up at the sky, the stars, the moon
And I tell myself, come what may, I’ll always have the strength to hold on

Because I’ve felt a love like never before
And it made my world just seem so right
Because nobody ever says it easy
But at the end, it’s always worth the fight

Because without him standing by my side
My life is empty, incomplete
Because when I told him “I won’t let go”
It was a promise I meant to keep

Because somehow, somewhere deep inside my heart
I still believe in fate
Because someday we’ll be together forever
And I know he’s worth the wait …

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So any gfs???????

2010-03-21T02:17:00.000-07:00

statutory warning :
The author at the time of writing this post is single..!!!!!!!!!

X:How are u?
Me:fyn
X:How r ur studies goin??
Me:goin good
ME:how r u?
X:fyn
X:So any gfs?

In childhood I do remember that girls and guys were so anti of each other..Guys who evn talked once to a girl..was teased in the guys community in school...matlab aisa mano...us bande ne duniya ki sabse badi galti kar di ho......aur agar kisi ladki ne ladke se baat kar liya..tab ladkiyaan toh us bandi ko boycott kar deti thi...

Things changed....Now,the guy who kind of hangs out more wid the gals is considered the dude of the grp...and Girl who has loads of guys as her frnds...is a object of jealousy for her grp.....

Relationship(boy and gal...bcoz parents,brother-sis waleh relationship ke baar me I don have enough wrds.)kisi ke liye moral support,kisi ke liye his/her life...kisi ke liye life meh problems ka inauguration...and for some it is solution ka bhandar.....

Parents se jhooth bolna abt bf/gf ...though parents knw that beta/beti bade ho gaye hai.....(they must be hiding smthing)...but the basic thing that matters for a guy/girl is that whatever they move on to...(thoda philosophy)..they must set their priority...(kitna ideal dialogue...very easy to say)...

So,if anyone do gets into something..be truthful,honest..and specially this one for those...If u dont get smone in ur life who brings magic to ur life....don get crazy....bcoz its not abt getting into some kind relationship...its abt living that in ur life..

College Life - PART 2

2010-03-20T10:55:00.000-07:00

Second sem of my college life is goin to end.Last few days taught me various things about life at College.Coming years of college will be more fun.But these are some thoughts which I find will be relevant to all of us in our coming years of life.

Every semester u will get new friends.And Ur best frnd in the last sem may not be the same in this sem.

Gaane toh itne pasand aayenge joh pehle kabhi nahi hua.Evry song will be realted to a memory and will be remembered for some past incident or person.

Calling back home and to ur old pals does help.

Sona woh bhi kahin bhi aur kabhi bhi...will be the best thing.

Some might get nocturnal. Subah breakfast karke sona and raat meh maggi kha ke bhi raat bhar bhooke rehna...is ausum feelin.

Pressure meh kaam karna...jab watt lagi ho and kal report submit karna hai...phir next day report submit karne ke baaad ki feeling...woh feelin early submission se nahi aa sakti.

Doing something weird and what we call "vellahpanti"..when u knw that studying is very imp that day.......and then to show it off some of them even put that as fb or orkut status...

Most imp ("Roomate theory")
Roomate ki purani gf se dosti nahi karo...and don dare to date...

Jab kisi frnd ke parents aaye...show that ur his/her best frnd...Atleast u will get ghar ka khaana...

For those of you who have come to college in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school: despite what many will tell you, it can work. The key is to not let your relationship interfere with your college experience. If you don't want to date anyone else, that's totally fine! What's not fine, however, is missing out on a lot of defining experiences because you're on the phone with your boyfriend/girlfriend for three hours every day.hahahah

Welcome failure into your lives. It's how we grow. What matters is not that you failed, but that you recovered.(I loved this quote)

Avoid watching TV...Srsly....LEave TV for four years..

Kaafi pics lete raho...Will help u to get refreshed in the next sem...after u see the last sem pics....

...college life is the time..when u can shape ur persona...

Don worry if u get embarrassed sometyms...(experience)...seniors might often take a case of u..

Do wash ur bedsheets.atleast once in a sem..or have frnds to help u out...

And yah...I havent realized yet that so quickly I am gonnah move on to my second year...so Cheerish every second ..bcoz u never knw when the four years might end for u..............

(note - I might not sound good wid my hindi and english...but plz meri bhavnaon ko samjhna.)......

Lecture ki kahani ..meri jubani...

2010-02-22T21:48:00.000-08:00

BIntan Chale Weekend par...Shaam ko pav bhaji khaaana hai.....Bret Lee Retire ho raha hai..aaj raat MANU ka match hai....Shaam ka kya plans hai...saamne wali bandi HOT hai badi.....These are some coommon convo which we have during our lecture..And sleep is like honey dew slumber in Lecture theatres...It feels like hibernation is better than lecture....Jus while sleeping its important to wake up in middle in order to reaalize that next lecture isn't starting....

Look at the Irony of goin to lectures..We often text our frnds .."in lecture..talk to u later"..as if Lecture meh hum kitne engrossed hai...LEcture jaane ka inspiration could be few of the following..Good looking lecturer....or Good Company...or agar GF/BF saath meh hai toh tab toh best tym to hang out.....The most imp thing before u come out of the lecture u suddenly realize that u r no more sleepy...and me toh after attending one lecture feels that kitna bada achievement raha aaj ke liye.....sorry I may be getting too much into hindi feel..bcoz shayad hindi galliyon ki tarah..hindi meh hi likhne me feel aa rahi hai...so srry for the language probs....

Mereko dekho..me toh itna busy in maths lecture ki I am getting inspiration to write this post...jo meh abhi likh raha hoon....chalo next tym if u go to lecture do remember to get engrossed...but even if u dont pay attention, the bottom line is when near the exams u wld relate wid ur notes ..u would realize there was smthing u had read when u were discussing ur dinner for the day...So enjoy ur lecture....