When I had come down to the small wretched hell hole over boarded with nature..something known to the world as Birla Institute of Technology..We were told by various people, whoever came across us told us, "Each and every tiny minutest miniscule thing that you'll see, lay your eyes on and actually LIKE..dont worry BIT administration will go out of your way and find a way to cross it right out of your liking's list..!"
We didn't know how its actually supposed to take control of all these things.
Then it soon hit us..It started with the canteen, the only happening sector of our monotonous, moribund life or culture and they stopped the cheapest of items-french fries etc.
Next year the meals which were value for money were also slashed from the menu..stuff like-Moghlai paratha,cutlets,venkys menu, kababs everything....!
Next year inflation had gone to 11% (now at an ever high of 12%) and it hit us in the face..boring sad canteen food prices hiked..!
Then S.Data joined in the torture game..he slashed the only thing that served as a source of entertainment for us..ORKUT..gone!
Which only marked the curbing of various facilities..even music and free sms sites were blocked..
That hit us bloggers on the road and we took out our weapons..our only source for venting out our vengance and a culture which was rising on its own..Soon enough it had caught the eye of the curbers of bit culture..anything that gives us any pleasure..smacked out..!
So came DOOMSDAY..and soon enough we typed in the url of our blogs or our friends blogs for the propagation of our culture and found "ERROR :The Requested URL cannot be visited", and then it dawned upon us..another thing just aken away from us.Just like that!
One of my friends went out and spoke to the administrator and he said if he doesnt see anything negative going on then he'll put it back up.Whatever that means..!
Till then:
"HAIL ULTRASURF!!!!!"
Sunday, 10 August 2008
Wednesday, 23 July 2008
1 sq. ft
"..but SPCQ how are you going to wake up for class if you have a single room.."
The first sentence that my parents uttered when they came to know that I was getting a single room back in my 1st year. I consoled them with lot of ambivalent expressions and dubious plans about how I'm going to make it.
Anyway, finally I made it through without a F*, or any issues what so ever.
Then came 2nd year, not only it meant shifting from one hostel to another, and the good old senior-junior sessions, but also the anxiety of sharing a room with someone, and all the first's of a room sharing experience..soon like always everything got stale and old, and nothing bore its freshness or carried and appeal that it once did..!
Start of third year, and it was spent by envying all the hostel-mates who had single rooms, and hours spent in calculating and devising a perfect plan for seeking a single room by the time I was in fourth year.
It was dawning on us that its about to be fourth year, and all my friends had written their applications with a lot of thought, where as I had randomly scribbled some words and put the important ones in bold and underlined fonts (read :NRI ).
End result: Voila...Single room, all mine..!
But does it still count when you have two huge cupboards in your room, making the room feel very small..And even when you close your eyes, you get a feeling of the room closing down on you, and a gutt wrenching feel of claustrophobia even though you've never had such issues before?
Well at the end of the day when you want your desired share of silence, space and piece of quiet may be its just a matter of time before the fact of 1 Sq. ft. area room eases in...!
As Nupur says: "Officially single with a single room!"
The first sentence that my parents uttered when they came to know that I was getting a single room back in my 1st year. I consoled them with lot of ambivalent expressions and dubious plans about how I'm going to make it.
Anyway, finally I made it through without a F*, or any issues what so ever.
Then came 2nd year, not only it meant shifting from one hostel to another, and the good old senior-junior sessions, but also the anxiety of sharing a room with someone, and all the first's of a room sharing experience..soon like always everything got stale and old, and nothing bore its freshness or carried and appeal that it once did..!
Start of third year, and it was spent by envying all the hostel-mates who had single rooms, and hours spent in calculating and devising a perfect plan for seeking a single room by the time I was in fourth year.
It was dawning on us that its about to be fourth year, and all my friends had written their applications with a lot of thought, where as I had randomly scribbled some words and put the important ones in bold and underlined fonts (read :NRI ).
End result: Voila...Single room, all mine..!
But does it still count when you have two huge cupboards in your room, making the room feel very small..And even when you close your eyes, you get a feeling of the room closing down on you, and a gutt wrenching feel of claustrophobia even though you've never had such issues before?
Well at the end of the day when you want your desired share of silence, space and piece of quiet may be its just a matter of time before the fact of 1 Sq. ft. area room eases in...!
As Nupur says: "Officially single with a single room!"
Saturday, 19 July 2008
HAPPY B'DAY "DD"
"...I remember the 1st time we met, it was magic. Your b'day I can never forget..It marks my journey...part of my life which is going to be cherished by me forever, years which shaped me into what I am..Our batch day, your b'day the odds are amazing...Every year entire batch celebrates your b'day..
This year is the year when we are all together for the last time..The last time when we will be celebrating your b'day together..with all the madness..all the themes that we'd ever developed for celebrating your b'day...all the crazy expeditions we'd set for you to discover your gifts..all the madness and the 'bending-into-two' moments and falling off the bed...all the crazy movies and marathons we'd experienced..
This is the year when we'd all be together..the last year when I'd be giving you gifts by hand..Next year its going to be a call and a courier..OH! It's going to be so different and difficult..
STEEL YOURSELF BABES!!
Love you loads..& I know its outrageously sentimental but its all from the heart..& it's all true..."
Requested to be put for you from your DD.......
"Happy Birthday" from me also...!
This year is the year when we are all together for the last time..The last time when we will be celebrating your b'day together..with all the madness..all the themes that we'd ever developed for celebrating your b'day...all the crazy expeditions we'd set for you to discover your gifts..all the madness and the 'bending-into-two' moments and falling off the bed...all the crazy movies and marathons we'd experienced..
This is the year when we'd all be together..the last year when I'd be giving you gifts by hand..Next year its going to be a call and a courier..OH! It's going to be so different and difficult..
STEEL YOURSELF BABES!!
Love you loads..& I know its outrageously sentimental but its all from the heart..& it's all true..."
Requested to be put for you from your DD.......
"Happy Birthday" from me also...!
Tuesday, 8 July 2008
Rs. 10/ hour
Today when i logged on to my blog..finally..seemed like a million years but apparently was just around a month. I realised my last post was on the 4th of June which isn't really all that long ago, but I guess when surfing isn't free, you don't have an abundance of free time and the freedom to carry out your daily duties at your own will isn't exactly an option..not only does it get reflected on your life but also the net (being a blogger) carries a very neat resemblance of the same.
So finally after had got net, not free,(stupid slow GPRS costs Rs.249/month..luckily I've got people to pitch in, moving on....) I guess i can say net doesn't well at least cost me Rs. 10.00/hour but then again anything being 24/7 sure bears its own advantages.
Guess, I finally have the time and peace of mind to surf endlessly and read my fellow bloggers recent posts. Who cares about schedule anymore, the disciplined tamed self of 1.5 months old has gone off to hibernate for another good 2-3 months that is till another need for discipline is felt or any SOS situations crop up.
Welcome back all the endless series, vague and intriguing movies, countless outings, neverending number of heartbreaks & heartaches, those glorious days of discussion of butterflies in one's stomach for crushes, listless sessions of B-A-ching, time and over again buffets, treats, parties,high times, hangovers and looting ones friends of their reminant cash during those never abating sessions of bankruptcy which seem to outlive our college stay, and last but not the least doing one night stands...for preparation of exams ( Hello!!! what were you thinking??!!! ;) ) and I almost forgot PLACEMENTS & UNIVERSITIES!!!!
HERE'S TO FINAL YEAR...days which will pass like the wailing storm, but which hopefully I can savor every moment, taking a plunge pretty much blind folded with friends and acquaintances worth knowing almost each and everyone in their own little unique way...Here goes nothing......
CHEERS!!!
So finally after had got net, not free,(stupid slow GPRS costs Rs.249/month..luckily I've got people to pitch in, moving on....) I guess i can say net doesn't well at least cost me Rs. 10.00/hour but then again anything being 24/7 sure bears its own advantages.
Guess, I finally have the time and peace of mind to surf endlessly and read my fellow bloggers recent posts. Who cares about schedule anymore, the disciplined tamed self of 1.5 months old has gone off to hibernate for another good 2-3 months that is till another need for discipline is felt or any SOS situations crop up.
Welcome back all the endless series, vague and intriguing movies, countless outings, neverending number of heartbreaks & heartaches, those glorious days of discussion of butterflies in one's stomach for crushes, listless sessions of B-A-ching, time and over again buffets, treats, parties,high times, hangovers and looting ones friends of their reminant cash during those never abating sessions of bankruptcy which seem to outlive our college stay, and last but not the least doing one night stands...for preparation of exams ( Hello!!! what were you thinking??!!! ;) ) and I almost forgot PLACEMENTS & UNIVERSITIES!!!!
HERE'S TO FINAL YEAR...days which will pass like the wailing storm, but which hopefully I can savor every moment, taking a plunge pretty much blind folded with friends and acquaintances worth knowing almost each and everyone in their own little unique way...Here goes nothing......
CHEERS!!!
Wednesday, 4 June 2008
Wrongs of a society
So today while feeling extremely triumphant with the feeling of having successfully wrapped up my utterly gnawing summer project i was sitting at home enjoying a lazy afternoon flipping channels which apparently i have not done in quite sometime now.
Getting back to my point..I stumbled upon MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA..
It portrays the Japanese society of a time pre-IInd world war..
There's a cult of extremely poverty ridden sector of a society..and they are groomed with extreme care and diligence to make them suave sensual and extremely graceful.
They are taught how to seduce one's patron with very graceful gestures, and very formally.
Their virginity is dealt out to the highest bidder,their invitation to the bidding ceremony is a rice cake. The GEISHAs please people with their company,and when finally when a man feels he's ready to commit, she commits her life to him, her patron is called DANNA. While she may not sleep with anyone else, and stay truthful to him and devote her life to pleasing him as apparently he has an unhappy married life and a GEISHA is his way of recluse and treating himself; he goes on sleeping with anyone he feels and cares about.
And lastly, no he does not marry her, because she's a geisha..
If u ask me she's just a graceful prostitute and they are born and brought up with such care so that they can seduce someone so that they get to be their Mistress's, that is their whole and soul aim in life.
WHAT KIND OF CRUDE BRAIN-WASH ALLOWS SUCH CRUELTY IN A SOCIETY I ASK?!!!!
Well,Japanese people are supposed to be the well mannered lot, I don't dare to think what the others are capable of..
Look around, you'll find sons smoking pot, girls getting pregnant, husbands cheating and beating their wives in front of a so called educated society and no one ever raises their voice..Was'nt eduation also supposed to be about being eduacted morally???I sincerely ask you why do you put up with this?????
Our parents have brought us up with clear cut morals. All our lives we have been taught to choose between rights and wrongs, how do we let go off all that just to indulge in ideas of something mainly because people around you coax you that its supposed to be good?!! Before the 1st time you do try you don't even know its good or whether you'll like it, you know all your life you have been taught better, but you still go ahead and do it anyway, I ask..
IS YOUR MORAL CONSCIENCE OUT FOR LUNCH??!!!!
Don't put up with what you don't want to..History is not created by acts of non-violence..you are known as a coward..To create history while you earn respect is standing up for what everyone knows is right.
Oprah Winfrey said: "Courage is not about being fear-less, it's about doing things in spite of being scared to shit!"
Getting back to my point..I stumbled upon MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA..
It portrays the Japanese society of a time pre-IInd world war..
There's a cult of extremely poverty ridden sector of a society..and they are groomed with extreme care and diligence to make them suave sensual and extremely graceful.
They are taught how to seduce one's patron with very graceful gestures, and very formally.
Their virginity is dealt out to the highest bidder,their invitation to the bidding ceremony is a rice cake. The GEISHAs please people with their company,and when finally when a man feels he's ready to commit, she commits her life to him, her patron is called DANNA. While she may not sleep with anyone else, and stay truthful to him and devote her life to pleasing him as apparently he has an unhappy married life and a GEISHA is his way of recluse and treating himself; he goes on sleeping with anyone he feels and cares about.
And lastly, no he does not marry her, because she's a geisha..
If u ask me she's just a graceful prostitute and they are born and brought up with such care so that they can seduce someone so that they get to be their Mistress's, that is their whole and soul aim in life.
WHAT KIND OF CRUDE BRAIN-WASH ALLOWS SUCH CRUELTY IN A SOCIETY I ASK?!!!!
Well,Japanese people are supposed to be the well mannered lot, I don't dare to think what the others are capable of..
Look around, you'll find sons smoking pot, girls getting pregnant, husbands cheating and beating their wives in front of a so called educated society and no one ever raises their voice..Was'nt eduation also supposed to be about being eduacted morally???I sincerely ask you why do you put up with this?????
Our parents have brought us up with clear cut morals. All our lives we have been taught to choose between rights and wrongs, how do we let go off all that just to indulge in ideas of something mainly because people around you coax you that its supposed to be good?!! Before the 1st time you do try you don't even know its good or whether you'll like it, you know all your life you have been taught better, but you still go ahead and do it anyway, I ask..
IS YOUR MORAL CONSCIENCE OUT FOR LUNCH??!!!!
Don't put up with what you don't want to..History is not created by acts of non-violence..you are known as a coward..To create history while you earn respect is standing up for what everyone knows is right.
Oprah Winfrey said: "Courage is not about being fear-less, it's about doing things in spite of being scared to shit!"
Monday, 19 May 2008
Solution to life or is it?
Sometimes in life dont you feel you could do without all the complexities and materialistic things that encompasses our lives and just live peacefully forever and for always in a small hut .
Guess that's again the easy way out of life and its traumas and its perks as they say:
"WITH GREAT POWER SOMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY!!!".... or did spiderman say that???
Guess that's again the easy way out of life and its traumas and its perks as they say:
"WITH GREAT POWER SOMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY!!!".... or did spiderman say that???
Saturday, 10 May 2008
SLOWLY SINKING IN..!
This was a long overdue post so do not relate to it...n undz its not a copy of ur idea , Harsh gt part of it as a forward, ask him for proof..! (LOL)
Yesterday was hostel night, (which was definitely AWESOME!!!!) the last hostel night of which we were a part, now its all gone from now onwards it will only be "The HOSTEL NITE we had ....",moving on....
So much has changed since the last hostel night, then I was a silly little girl babbling around whatever i wanted whenever I wanted to. Now I'm a matured girl babbling on whatever i want, whenever i want,....1 year ago i was straight and now...(keep thinking, you either already now it or you never will)...LOL..
On a more serious note 1 more HOSTEL NITE means one lesser year in BIT. I seriously have no clue where all the moments dwindled away. All I could remember are glimpses of me coming down to Ranchi with my parents to finalise my admission procedures, our seniors badinaging us, dollling out the dress code, escaping to town in salwar kameezes and changing in Capitol Hill's washroom, and stil not buying anything to eat from there.I have to say though, everytime we headed towards capitol hill to change I (or should I say "we") thought they are definitely not opening the doors this time..
The mad parties we had, the trend set by Rhea and soon culminated to all rave parties in the hostel. The night outs with friends, the moments when time stood still-yes my beloved friends you know what I'm talking about-VIVAs, EXAM rooms, PERFORMANCES etc. etc. etc. all equally tormenting.
But nonetheless memories worth treasuring.
If I could assign an award for the time-stood-still moments,the few TIME STOOD STILL nominees for the award would be:
1. As you all know physics lab used to get us marked on a scale of 10,and well believe it or not MG was the champ. I dont know how he did it but he got -5 yes!!! thats a negative sign he got negative 5.BELIEVE IT OR NOT!!!
2. AT's pre-planned excuse for not being able to answer viva questions.."Sir,mere doon-o kutte marr gayye aaj.abhi dafna ke aa raha hoon.meri mummy ka bhi tabiyat kharab ho gaya unki seva kartte karte,poore ghar ka bojh mere pe hai...."and it went on, my memory fails to remember the entire conversation.
3.My friends actually got these questions asked not during viva but after class.
One day her sandal got torn and she wasn't being able to walk properly and the professor asked her to wait downstairs.Later when he met her he told her" Aaap-ki sandal toot gayyi hai,app-ko lift de deta hoon hostel tukk.", she somehow managed to wriggle out of the extremely tempting offer.
4. During a viva:"kaunse hostel se ho..bitotsav mein dance kiyya tha na..achha naach lete ho!.."
what the hell!!!
5.During viva my friends explainning the concept of filtration by giving an example of strainning tes, my HOD "chayye banan-i aati hai aapko...chann lete ho??"
6.My Hod again, a guy's collar bone got broken and has some stitiches also so our HOD asks him how's filtration relevant in your accident.We are all bummed out as to what is he asking, then he says"Aap ka sirf RBC nikkla tha bleeding ke time pe our ohir ,mesh form honne ke baad serum nikla tha.This is a primary example of FILTRATION..!!!" WHO & WHY did anybody appoint this guy..!
7. During our Physics-I class,YB was being teased too much by SK so she started punching him, the professor saw and said "The guy in the red T-Shirt and the girl after him get out of the class.!
8. I used to be despised by A.Keshri of Com-Sci Department and he had taken my case N number of times, atarting form crossing over guys who were sleeping in class and coming over to my desk to see what i was scribbling on my desk, to making me individually run programs of c which i sucked at and matching my program list with the programs on my comp.You name it and he has done it.Anyway, so it was finally performance i had armoured myself for this and i go in ready to brace for impact, he seez my file hes lik "only52 programs?!!!",im lik"sir, i'd ran out of index paper thats why else i have65 programs on the comp u can check if u want".He said it wont be considered.HM had done only35 progs and he was damn proud of him.
Then during the performance HM inspite of having C++ in +2 level no idea how to run the program and i told him and his program was bugged and didn't run. My program ran and was completely debugged.
End result:HM-A+, me- B
HOW???!!!!!!
There are a lot of things in BIT which doesnt make sense and perhaps never will, but the bonds you build the memories you gather are worth cherishing forever and for always. Something which seems like without which your life would never really be complete, I'm not saying they are all happy memories they were building blocks to a new, matured and improved YOU.
Guess thats what we were all here for.
Now we've been there and done that.!!!
Yesterday was hostel night, (which was definitely AWESOME!!!!) the last hostel night of which we were a part, now its all gone from now onwards it will only be "The HOSTEL NITE we had ....",moving on....
So much has changed since the last hostel night, then I was a silly little girl babbling around whatever i wanted whenever I wanted to. Now I'm a matured girl babbling on whatever i want, whenever i want,....1 year ago i was straight and now...(keep thinking, you either already now it or you never will)...LOL..
On a more serious note 1 more HOSTEL NITE means one lesser year in BIT. I seriously have no clue where all the moments dwindled away. All I could remember are glimpses of me coming down to Ranchi with my parents to finalise my admission procedures, our seniors badinaging us, dollling out the dress code, escaping to town in salwar kameezes and changing in Capitol Hill's washroom, and stil not buying anything to eat from there.I have to say though, everytime we headed towards capitol hill to change I (or should I say "we") thought they are definitely not opening the doors this time..
The mad parties we had, the trend set by Rhea and soon culminated to all rave parties in the hostel. The night outs with friends, the moments when time stood still-yes my beloved friends you know what I'm talking about-VIVAs, EXAM rooms, PERFORMANCES etc. etc. etc. all equally tormenting.
But nonetheless memories worth treasuring.
If I could assign an award for the time-stood-still moments,the few TIME STOOD STILL nominees for the award would be:
1. As you all know physics lab used to get us marked on a scale of 10,and well believe it or not MG was the champ. I dont know how he did it but he got -5 yes!!! thats a negative sign he got negative 5.BELIEVE IT OR NOT!!!
2. AT's pre-planned excuse for not being able to answer viva questions.."Sir,mere doon-o kutte marr gayye aaj.abhi dafna ke aa raha hoon.meri mummy ka bhi tabiyat kharab ho gaya unki seva kartte karte,poore ghar ka bojh mere pe hai...."and it went on, my memory fails to remember the entire conversation.
3.My friends actually got these questions asked not during viva but after class.
One day her sandal got torn and she wasn't being able to walk properly and the professor asked her to wait downstairs.Later when he met her he told her" Aaap-ki sandal toot gayyi hai,app-ko lift de deta hoon hostel tukk.", she somehow managed to wriggle out of the extremely tempting offer.
4. During a viva:"kaunse hostel se ho..bitotsav mein dance kiyya tha na..achha naach lete ho!.."
what the hell!!!
5.During viva my friends explainning the concept of filtration by giving an example of strainning tes, my HOD "chayye banan-i aati hai aapko...chann lete ho??"
6.My Hod again, a guy's collar bone got broken and has some stitiches also so our HOD asks him how's filtration relevant in your accident.We are all bummed out as to what is he asking, then he says"Aap ka sirf RBC nikkla tha bleeding ke time pe our ohir ,mesh form honne ke baad serum nikla tha.This is a primary example of FILTRATION..!!!" WHO & WHY did anybody appoint this guy..!
7. During our Physics-I class,YB was being teased too much by SK so she started punching him, the professor saw and said "The guy in the red T-Shirt and the girl after him get out of the class.!
8. I used to be despised by A.Keshri of Com-Sci Department and he had taken my case N number of times, atarting form crossing over guys who were sleeping in class and coming over to my desk to see what i was scribbling on my desk, to making me individually run programs of c which i sucked at and matching my program list with the programs on my comp.You name it and he has done it.Anyway, so it was finally performance i had armoured myself for this and i go in ready to brace for impact, he seez my file hes lik "only52 programs?!!!",im lik"sir, i'd ran out of index paper thats why else i have65 programs on the comp u can check if u want".He said it wont be considered.HM had done only35 progs and he was damn proud of him.
Then during the performance HM inspite of having C++ in +2 level no idea how to run the program and i told him and his program was bugged and didn't run. My program ran and was completely debugged.
End result:HM-A+, me- B
HOW???!!!!!!
There are a lot of things in BIT which doesnt make sense and perhaps never will, but the bonds you build the memories you gather are worth cherishing forever and for always. Something which seems like without which your life would never really be complete, I'm not saying they are all happy memories they were building blocks to a new, matured and improved YOU.
Guess thats what we were all here for.
Now we've been there and done that.!!!
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