Exiled on Republic Day….

26^th Jan 2007, when everyone had been sleeping in their cozy quilts or watching the parade on DD1, I was in the theatre to watch Salaam-e-Ishq. I had been making plans to watch the first show since 2 days, but Daman and Suneet refused to go with me coz their ‘intuitions’ said that the movie would be pathetic, and so did some of my other friends suggested. But the adamant 'me' refused to listed to his sixth sense and there I was sitting with Richi in the cinema. A day before I didn’t even know the cast of the movie, (aur chala tha Deepi Salaam-e-Ishq dekhne). Anyhow, the movie had already begun by the time we took our seats, in the middle row of a scantily filled hall.

About the movie, I don’t have words to describe that marvelous stuff. Actually it was not one movie that I haad been seeing, it was like 6 movies going on at the same time and a TATA Sky kinda system, that lets the projector man change the channel into the one he likes the best. The six stories didn’t seem to be interrelated at all, although those were forcefully made to in the end. My friends generally ask me ‘best couple kaunsa tha?’ Well, seriously speaking, it was sohail and isha kopikar, kyunki vo poori movie me bohat kamm dikhai padey they. Their role was like, the others had to attend nature’s call so chalo sohail ka scene dal do… janta khush ho jayegi!!!

SAVA teen Ghante ki ghatiya movie. What can be worse to start a national holiday. But things didn’t get better as the day passed. I had my finishing school. Sir, adores students who are in time. So I was there sitting alone in class, 10 mins before the intended time. Sir a gaye…. Time badha… 2pm, 2:05…2:10…2:15... I was hopelessly looking at the door, waiting for someone to accompany me to listen to Sir’s lecture. But, MY day had something else for me. The lecture had started, and I was there, ‘akela’. The lecture was amusingly boor as ever. I had been wandering into an unknown land when sir said ,”Now we’ll a break, and after the break you’ll ask me questions about the previous session” All time long during the break I had been thinking of a question… “What was it that Sir taught??? Was it a duet song that I’m to practice for…. No I was something related to listening.. listening to a girl??? No, Was it my communication with the Convener about the Vesta? Or was is another proposal? It was something else yar…. God!!! Someone tell me k sir ne kya padhaya tha…”

My new semester with ‘Guru’

The semester started a while ago. Here awhile equals a few weeks but for the Thaparians the time remains ‘awhile’ until and unless the Exams are around the corner. The sem till now had been a bit silent, as far as the studies are concerned, although my schedule has been JamPacked.

So let me tell you about my mentors for the semester. My esteemed teachers. (Sorry! I still don’t know the names and the credits of the subjects; I’ll try to enlist acc to best of my knowledge.)

1. Mr TQM alias Mr. Sahu:- Poora nam nahi pata, all that I know is that he is a sweet smiling pathetic teacher, or might be that the subject is so. I attend the class just coz our class is combined with the Chemical branch and ‘khapp paun vich bahla maja aunda hai’, and of course some other understood reasons, which ought not be disclosed.
2. Mrs. Inderveer Chana:- She’s no new lady to me, as she’s the same old teacher with spring in her nodding head, that moves up and down as words flow out. A good strict teacher.
3. Mrs Gurvinder Kaur:- The Thaparians might know it what I’m gonna write before any of my smallest hints coz, for us, the name is enough. The most elegant lady of the TIET. And this is the only class that the students look forward to attend to. The reason for this goes by a dialogue of Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. “Ladke class attend kyun kartey hain yeh to……. U knw…….. aur ladkiyan yeh janna chahati hain k ladke class kyun attend kartey hain!!!”
4. Mr Deepak Garg:-This is the third time that I’m being taught by this Computer ‘Maestro’, or rather ‘Computer Mistri’.. PJ tha na??? That’s his class all about, full of PJ’s. One of his famnous PJ’s, “Jaise ek car ja rahi hai, yeh to nahi kahoge ke char tyre, ek steering, char seats ja rahe hain”….. Students laugh, and he thinks that they are laughing at his jokes, but the actuality is drastically different.
5. Mrs. Damandeep:- A dedicated teacher. Had been taught by her in Summer Training. And all I can say is that she knows her subject.
6. Mr. R.K. Sharma :- Ummm… He is a good but highly psychic teacher. He teaches well, explains well, but at times is too impulsive. Although he is smart(??), par pata nahi kyun Biotech di sohni kudiyan ne apna subject change karva leya :( Class sooni Sooni si lagti hai.
7. Mr. Bhattacharya:- What to say about him. He’s our MBA subject teacher. Again a good teacher, BUT HIS VOICE!!!! He speaks as if he is gargaling all day long. He takes half a minute to complete his sentence and another two for us to understand what he was talking about. Sometimes as he speaks my name, I feel as if he is calling some “Deorhindr”
   

Enough about studies… A line or two about ‘Gurubhai’ to finish the blog.

L.M. Thapar, the founder of TIET passed away this week. And our prestigious institute didn’t have the classes off on the day. But we planned out not to attend the classes, not to mourn of course, but to see ‘Guru’. Oh college life hi ki jithey bunk maarke movie nahi vekhi!!!

The movie was good, the best part was ummm.... can u guess whose hands those are??? Well, Daman was the first one to reach the theatre and got the tickets this time. How happy he was at his big achievement!!! He actually deserves a big round of applause for his feat....

Movie is a worth watch, bundled with marvelous acting jobs by Abhishek and Ash, and most importantly, even Mithunda has done a great job!!!

I remember the words of one of the girls as we left the hall. She said, “Abhishek ki acting kitni achiiiiii thiiiiiiiiiiiiii.” Her accent of saying was as if she’d suffer a heart fail, had someone tickled her ribs at the moment……

My tryst with orkut.com

Lately we were having a ‘Time Management’ session in our CL classes by one of the sexy psychologists of Punjabi Univ. She was asking about various activities that we do in our whole day. Students had been giving some of the traditional answers like ‘Swimming’, ‘Eating’, ‘Reading’, ‘Writing’, and all of a sudden ma’am turned to me and asked the same question. Without a second thought, I shot out, ‘Orkutting’. I still remember the sweet wide smile, that ma’am gave, when she heard me say that. Might be she was not expecting any of such answers, but I’m sure most of the readers won’t have any doubts over me suggesting this activity…

‘Orkut’ has, by far, become one of the most preached religions of the present generations. The post I’m writing lists down the various changes and the teaching that Orkut has given us.

• There were days when mailbox used to be filled with most of the junk mails, but now, Ahan! That junk has been given the name of ‘scraps’. Hindi me bole to ‘kabarh’, te Punjabi vich kahiye tan ‘raddi’.
• When the olden times saw small favors like, “Hey Could you please deposit some money in my account”, or “Could u please lend me a pencil/pen”, the ‘Orkutters’ have an extremely different demand, “Can you please Check my Scraps, It has been four hours since I checked them”, and sometimes the accent of the favour varies somewhat like, “Oye! Scraps Check Karke Dassin.”
• The otherwise immeasurable, term called ‘being busy’ can now be measured to precision. The measure of how busy, or rather how ‘vehla’ a person is directly reflected by the ‘Scrap Count.’
• The idea of how famous a person is can be had from the ratio of the number of friends he has, by the number of fans, plus the number of testimonials. So renown= Friends/Fans + Testimonails.
• Who says unemployment is still the greatest concern for India? People have now got a great job, depending on their skills and efficiency. For instance, ‘safai karamchari to clean up the scrapbook’, ‘photographers to keep their album updated’, ‘writers to fill their profile info in a highly impressive manner’, ‘caption contestants, to change their display captions and pics weekly, or maybe every day’, ‘Hackers, to control certain accounts’, ‘Aashiqs, to put up handsome pics and attract gals’, ‘Gals, to discuss cool guys and favorite K-Soaps.’
• Communities have been redefined. People who considered their lives to be too hectic coz of certain social communities they were a part of, are now a member of hundreds of communities, and the number is still growing.
• Gone are the days when we used to have a separate diary to remember the birthdays of near and dear one’s. Orkut Zindabad!
• Each person on orkut knows when the other person is ill, has exams, went somewhere, came back, bought something, got a gift, won a lottery and so on and on and on.
• The Computer Maestro’s in the colleges are just left to find out ways to access 'orkut.com' from the campus. And, as a ‘jugad’ is found out, it’s gonna be the hottest news of the day.

Log kehte hain k Pyar me kuch kuch hota hai, lekin yahan to baithey baithey kuch kuch ho jata hai jab

“Scrap ki chingariyan chalakti hain,

Tann me jwala bharakti hai,

Bhool kar koi to ek scrap kar do mujhe,

abb to orkut hi meri bhakti hai….”

My Firsts….

It has been four days since we all wished our near and dear ones a Happy New Year… But to many of us, the 1^st Jan is just like another day perhaps, the only difference being that we try to forcefully take a bath and get ourselves into cleaner aprons, and the evenings are marked by fun on streets or romance on dating spots. But this first of Jan and its colleagues brought it with many of the firsts into my life. The first of some things at could surprise any of my friends. This blog is dedicated to these changes in the blogger.

My First Night Out with Novels

This might seem a very natural thing for a voracious reader, but for me, it was just an out of the world thing. After I saw my Hyderabad tickets being cancelled, I decided to dedicate my holidays to bring out a reader out of this writer. I think I had been amazingly successful. I finished ‘If Tomorrow Comes-Sidney Sheldon’; ‘Error of Judgment’; ‘Illusions’; ‘Love Story’; ‘I moved your cheese’, ‘The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari’ and am half done with ‘Godfather’, I don’t get much of time now coz of the college schedule. Anyways, reading is really fun… and the most astounding part is that my net surfing hours came down to just around 2-3 from the whooping 12-13 (In Holidays).. kakka padhai vich busy si na ;)

My First Morning Walk

A just another guy says “I’ll be going for a morning walk tomorrow.” Any objections??? I don’t think so. Now let’s change the frame of reference. Deepinder says “I’ll be going for a morning walk tomorrow at 6:30 in the morning, no matter how harsh the weather might be.” Hey readers, don’t look at me like that, I’m not a criminal. “I know I sleep at 2:30a.m. and used to wake up at 11 in the morning, but it’s a new time yaar... Believe me I’m going for a walk tomorrow.” Nobody did believe that. But, jo cheez sabne mana kar di.. Deepi ne to vo karke dikhani hai na ;)

Date: 3^rd Jan 2007, reported as the coldest day of the year.

Time: 6:30 a.m.

Theory: I was wide awake and ready to move my first step to my maiden morning walk. The weather was chilling. As I Moved down the road, made invisible by the fog, I could hear voices of rain over the trees alongside the road. It was the heavy dew which made its way from one branch down the other giving an illusion like the clouds had been pouring just over those vivid trees. The air was too fresh, and I all the way kept wondering of its fate when it’ll be all polluted and dry as the day ended. All the way down and back, I had just one fear, yar din me kuttey bohat khatarnaak aur bhukey hotey hain :( I didn’t want to be their breakfast.

Actually this walk had been an inspiration from a number of factors.

• Nobody at my home could believe of me waking up early morning, and that too for a morning walk.
• My friends thought that it was another of my silly jokes, when I told them of my plans for the morning.
• And the Most important of all was the Novel ‘The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari’, which said that when u need to achieve a goal, just imagine the results that would be brought by the action you perform on your way towards your destination. Feel the results, as if you already have it with you. I did the same, I saw myself as a fit guy sitting in the college and never sleeping in lectures ;)

My First Nine Pointer

I think my eyes deceived me when I saw my GPA to be 9.00 :o (For the previous semester). Did I see anything wrong, I still don’t know. I’ll surely confirm on Monday when the list is displayed. The CGPA is 8.22. “Not bad Mr. Deepinder”

My First Blog of 2007

Well, This post is special in three respects, First that it’s the first post of the year, second that its my silver jubilee post, and third that its my most technical post. Has been a long journey since I started blogging, and the readers have remarkably kept me in high spirits to keep writing. But I’m sure to loose many readers who read this blog of mine….

Tension na lo mittron… next time to fer bhorna shuru karna hai mai…