Hindi Humari Matra Bhasha Hai!!!

Suprabhat …. Itni hairat se mat dekhiye, yeh blog (blog ki hindi nahi ati.. maaf kijiye), Hindustan ki matra bhasha hindi me hoga… kyun hoga uske peeche ek bohat hi bada kaaran hai jo mai yahan spasht karma chahata hu… agar aagya ho to mai aage badhta hu, agar aagya na dein to bhi mai age hi badhta hun..

To saathiyon, yeh bat kuch teen din pehle ki hai jab humara chote se bhi chote karyakartaon ka parcha tha.. (microprocessor quiz), us din sath hi ek Vaad-Vivad pratyogita thi jisme ki mera mitra Vishnu hissa le raha tha, kintu uske pas koi jodidar nahi tha. To atyant vinamrata se usne mujhe uska sath dene ko kaha. Vaad vivid ka mukhya shirshak mujhe theek se yad nahi… kuch ‘sahkartaon ka bharat me udyog’ aisa kuch tha. Kuch pal hichkichate hue maine Vishnu ji ko han kar di. Lekin stithi te tabb ek ulta moorh liya jab humein pata chala ke us pratyogita me bhag lene k liye aur koi pratyogi nahi aya hai aur mera aur Vishnu ka nam delhi me hone vali vaad-vivad pratyogita k liye bheja j raha hai…

To is waqt haalat kuch aise hain ke mujhe hindi nahi ati aur na hi kabhi maine vaad vivid nam ki koi vastu ka paalan kia hai… Vishnu ji hindi me maharaja hai… to abb yeh kehna theek rahega ki hum dono sabhi karya bhagwan k hathon me saump kar, vahan poori aish karnenge. Lekin sath hi sath mehnat aur lagan se ji jaan lagakar vaad-vivad bhi karenge. Asha rakhte hai k delhi me Murphy uncle humein tang nahi karenge aur hum apne college ka nam, apne parishram ki badolat, mitti me nahi milne denge…

Vaise is awastha me mujhe us din ki yad hai jab maine cartoon network hindi me dekha tha, aur 'Swat Cats' ko 'bade miaun' aur 'chotey miaun' ka nam dia gaya tha. Hum use dekhte hue bass pet pakad kar haste hi rehte they. Shayad delhi me bhi vahan upasthit shrota kuch aisa hi karein ... Mera ek mitra mujhe aashwasan dete hue kehta hai, "Deepinder, jab tu hindi bolta hai to aisa lagta hai k tu jhooth bol raha hai."

Bhagwan ka aashirwad aur aapke sath ki aasha rakhte hue mai is waqt yahan se vida leta hun..

Namaskaar!!!

Murphy's Law... A Practitioners Approach!!!

Some of the readers might be quite inquisitive to know as to what on earth is this “Murpy’s Law”. But guys you’ll have to wait for some time before I tell you about one of the greatest laws on earth, ‘THE MURPHY’s LAW’

Now this is about the tech fest ‘Aranya’ in our college and a workshop called ‘Robotix’ where I came to know about Dear Uncle Murphy. We were a four member team, me(D),B ,C and S So I gave the name BCDs to the team. There were around 31 teams to attend the workshop. It was conducted by four guys from some TRI in Mumbai, the one who delivered the lecture was Ankit Mehta, an ex-meachanchi from IIT-Mumbai. Ankit was a ‘phenomenally kool guy’ wit dramatic epressions. Actually he used to refer every part of a robot as ‘guy’, ever situationm as ‘kool’ and each of his or anybody else's experiences as phenomenal. He, along with the team, had been a part of numerous international robotic competitions.

So it all began with some videos of robots being pictured on the screen and we were gasping over them, just like small kids are astounded to se an aeroplane flying in the air. Now that was the point where my ‘Dear Uncle Murphy’ made an entry.

According to Ankit Mehta, Murphy Law states that “Worse things happen in worse of the situations.” He supplementd his definition with an incidence of his own where they went to take part in an international competition and just before the event something happen, but in any case their team was the one to hear a 100 Decibel of applause.

Something about the workshop….. the boring lectures were made interesting by some videos(specially the last one where he showed us some pics of his experiences in the Robotic field). I came to know many things during the theory classes. Like the Tata took over corus for $8 Billion, and the turnover now has reached 23 million from a mere 5 million making tata the fifth largest company ( earlier it was placed at 56 ). And yea, for an acquisition it isn’t necessary that a big company takes over another big company.. (Courtesy: Business today on my desk during the theory classes ).

Okay now the best part of the workshop, the robot we made, it looked kind of crane. We started over with a bad luck when I cut down a belt given to me, and later came to knw that the belt was to be used as it is. In any case, the base was ready with not much difficulties (Waiting for Uncle Murphy??? Wait…. ) On second day of the workshop we were given another kit to add a manipulator to the base we made.(ie. The arm of the crane and a gear kind of system). We were the first ones to complete the job in the room. There was a feeling of joy tickling our heart and we took turns at the photo session with the Robot. Then came the name ceremony. B&C&S were thinking about various names, something like Robby, Bot, bla bla… I suggested adding two headlights to the model and S threw in the idea of hanging a bell around the neck….. ( yahan par maine kaha, yar iska naam hi billu rakh lo ) In the end he was given a decent name after the name of our instructor…. He was named Ankit…..

Anyways, today we had a competition with the model we made…. Uncle Murphy was somewhere around the corner. I spent 2 hours yesterday debugging our Ankit, and finally with a few uncleanable bugs I took Ankit to the college in morning at 9. But, Uncle Murphy let us know that the contest was at 2 pm. Kool, we had time to test Ankit under the pathetic Thapar Conditions, with hundred eyes staring at Ankit. Uncle Murphy had started the induction process with the following happenings…

• B & C were late as ever and left early as ever.

• The connections would go lose every 15 mins.

• I got a soldering wire from market and came back to college only to know that I had forgotten the soldering rod at home.
  

• The screws were to be adjusted every now and then.

• The belt on the wheel slipped off too frequently.

• And the worst of all, 15 mins before the contest I came to know that we had fir one part upside down…..

• A traffic jam made C late to the college.

In any case, after 4 hours of harsh testing, I took ankit to the Audi, where the contest was to be held. There were 30 teams registered for the event. Two rounds, we (using the Ankit) were to pick balls from a plate, and put it in another tray placed at a distance. Our turn came… I prayed God for success, then pleaded Uncle Murphy so that he may not interfere…. We qualified to the next round… Too thrilled, thanked God, Thanked Dear Uncle Murphy…

BUT, THE SECOND ROUND…. I prayed God, but made a BIG MISTAKE…. FORGOT TO PLEAD UNCLE MURPHY….

We were on the stage, the wires were joined in place, I tested it was fine…. Now 2 mins to put the pick the balls… the clock began, and so did uncle Murphy's job, Ankit refused to move… with a few throttles, he finally moved, but in installments (moving and stopping), I had a fear that a belt might come off the wheel, but our uncle had something else for us… I picked up 3 balls… 2 of 15 points each, and one of 5 points making it 35.. Good na??? That’s what we thought it to be… I successfully placed the balls in the destination tray, WoW.. that was the most amazing part of the game... S & C asked me to go back and pick another ball (I think that was uncle Murphy who asked). I put Ankit in reverse gear, he didn’t move, I gave a soft jolt, he finally moved and uncle Murphy Won… the reverse movement of Ankit, took with it 2, 15 pointer balls off the plate, and we were left with just 5 points, It was too late to get back and fetch another ball….. and too late for us to get back the prize we already had in our pockets… But never knew the uncle Murphy was a pickpocket….

I still hear the applause we deserved… And still feel the pain we experienced…

Jai Uncle Murphy…

God Bless!!!

The Frustrated Weekly of T.I.E.T.

Hi guys, this post is gonna be right from the desk of a frustrated blogger.(I had better word, but somehow can’t use that publicly)

The question might arise as to what is frustration… Well frustration is that state of mind and body which arises because you are sharing a covalent bond with a non-destructive particle called the TIET. So when this molecule, ie. The (Thaparian)nThapar molecule combines with an unknown question paper in the mid sems, it undergoes an unexplained and uncontrolled fission reaction producing large amounts of energy which is good enough to burn the sun(But alas not enough to burn the inst.) The products of this fission reason are large number of crosses, 1’s and 0’s supplemented by a few ticks at some places unidentified.

The basic conditions required for this reaction to occur are, that u got to take admission in an inst., like the Thapar, do a lot of orkutting and blogging and u got to study the last night, and study as if u’ve never studied before.

Hmm…. This was my exam week… Totally Out of control… Theek hai last day hi baith k padhai kit hi as ever lekin iska matlab yeh to nahi k sara paper hi out of syllabus dal do.. Vaise slbs bhi kise pata tha, paper se pehle jitna pata chal gaya, ya jitna kisi dassi ki copy me ( jo Photostat karvai thi ) me likha ho, bass vahi slbs hai… In any case, Exams were a serious HELL. If today someone asks me “Hey where are you from” I’d just say “Sir I just left heaven when I joined Thapar.”

Umrao-Bejaan-Anjaan-Pareshaan-Hairaan!

Chalo exams are over now. But another this awaited me. Umrao Jaan. (named Umrao Yawn by my frnd)… We made plans to watch the second day second show. This time Daman was given a warning, either to come in time and buy the tickets, or I wont be responsible for the results. Parr sardar kithey sudharda hai…. Salla fer late… mainu poore 10 mint uhna di udeek karni pai.. te sardar sahib aye, ticketan farhiyan te fer beh gaye movie vekhan (I hope next time time te aun di khechal kar lenge bhaji). Par yar jo v hai, Daman to bina movie da swad nahi si auna…

Movie began, the first half an hour was a total comedy. Kya vo log urdu jharh rahe they, aur kya humein samajh a rahi thi, upar se Director ne jo Buddha chuna tha role k liye.. “aalameaza, muktavil ko muktaviz karke mukhteyar me mukhvisat karne k liye mukhvasit kijiye” itna ghoor k mat dekho, mujhe bhi nahi samajh aya, but that all we heard in the whole movie. And this simple sentence took approx. 8000 time cycles to complete (courtesy:Microprocessors). I had been checking my watch after every 5-10 mins, waiting for the interval, aur in the end poore paune do ghante bad we woke up from virtual sleep. But had to bear more in the second half too..

Movie Review

Poori week to frustrated gai thi, end bhi to frustrated hi hona tha. Yup, the movie was too frustrating. The story line was not that bad, the direction was fine, but it was tooooo slow. Had the pace of the movie been kept a bit fast, it could have been easily completed in half an hour. If you have habit to take the senti stuff seriously, then please carry a handkerchief along. The only thing I liked about the movie was the lyrics, and Ash’s expressions in the dance. But the frequency of songs was too much…. But all in all... Movie was Umrao Bejaan

The Anti Climax

Actually that’s the after movie climax, but is more interesting than the real movie climax. We had some guys sitting behind us with their special explicit comments on the movie, which kept us awake for 3 long hours. But the climax was something else. A husband and wife came over to them… Aunty angreji me kuh keh rahi thi unhe, something like “what are you doing over here, you people come from educated families, and what a mess have you created over here. If u want to watch a movie, watch it quietly, sut quietly, let others see too or otherwise don’t come” Then I saw Aunty's eyeballs coming as a googly towards me and with the same beautiful english verses. (Maine kuch nahi kia yar.. mujhe kyu keh rahe ho :( )

Uncle had just four words which were repeated over again and again on regular intervals… “Durr Fittey Muh Tuhade”

And the guy had 3 words to say to his frnd on Mobile after Uncle and Aunty left,

”Yar Tagore Aayin Zara”

Aur uske bad kya hua… I Don’t know… I really Don’t know…

Don or Omkara!!!

* I’m not going to divulge any of the movie details in this blog.

The blog title might sound somewhat astounding to some of the readers… Actually I couldn’t find a better title for what am gonna describe in this blog.

So we had plans to watch ‘Don’ First day Frist Show… Suneet reached the venue at 8:30 and got his place in the ticket line… te assi usde nikkamme te nithalley yar dost mittar feer late.. Daman sabton late.. humesha di tarah, vi jadon ticketan mil jangiyan tan assi araam nal a javange… (Daman angli var tainu hi line ‘ch lagauna hai).. The line was long… too long… We hardly had any hopes of getting a ticket (coz of less number of seats in Mini Tagore), until there was a bomb blast near the ticket counter… (10 Rs vala Alloo Bomb) Then we saw police arriving in the scene, and all the ‘maara-maari’ at the ticket counter was taken care of… so we finally got the tickets and were well seated in time in the jammed up hall… There was no gal in the hall until this time.. then suddenly, some girls made their way into the hall, bass fer ki si… seetiyan taaliyan te cheekhan…

The movie started… “seetiyan taaliyan te cheekhan”.. We thought that this 'khapp' would end as the movie moves ahead, but since the movie was a refried samosa version, we had to add spices to it… the 'khapp' increased like an exponential function... every scene, every dialogue was followed by ‘extra innings’ .. Punjabi ishtyle…. (I wish I could write some of the comments here, but that would make the blog somewhat unreadable…. For instance, Roma was given an explicit rhyming name, and every time we saw her.. We heard something from the crowd….the dirty minds would guess it right…) So it was all like, Don being pictured on the big screen, and Omkara being played in the hall…. “seetiyan taaliyan te cheekhan”

The Movie Review…

Movie ekdum raapchik hai…. A must watch.. at least once… the songs are a little ‘ajeeb’ types(at least for me), except the ‘khaiye paan banaras’ , which provokes you to sing along and shake a leg… If you are expecting the same ‘Bachchan’ drama, then you might be served with a surpirze in the second half of the movie (although its based on the same story line with many scenes and dialouges stolen from the original flick, but the twists added are drastic)… The King Khan has done its best…. Bass ikk gall samajh nahi ai.. I heard him say in an interview that he does only what his son could see and admire…. Umm…. Does his son like his dad to be dancing with Kareena like ...... ??? (an original snap from first show) Amazing stuff this new generation is…
That’s all for now… Happy Watching…
“seetiyan taaliyan te cheekhan”


P.S. Wish You all a Very Happy Diwali...

Pratigya

Hello friends, a post too soon… I was really provoked by my own self to write about today, about the great time I had being apart of ‘Pratigya’

As a preface I’d like to tell you something about Pratigya. Pratigya is something I don’t really know. All I know is that these people went to some school in village and got some cards made from children out there, and the cards are then sold at college. The money hence collected is given to the school for the benefit for the children. Sounds pretty simple, right? I too thought the same… till today.

In the morning Rajanvir in his own ‘All India 4th prize winner in debate’ style told me that they were going to the place today. I was a bit hesitant to accept his offer of going along with him. But somehow, I was game.
We were to leave at 10:30. Me and Rajan on my bike, bought some samosas(for the children) and he lead me to a really filthy place, and I parked my bike in front of a small un-cemented house, with a buffalo tied in one of the sheds and some children sitting on rags. That’s what Rajan called the ‘School’. I searched for a teacher out there. And my search ended at a lady in around twenties ‘aunty’ with a long stick in hand. In any case we were in. Other pratigya members, who reached before us, were busy pasting a small sheet on the back of cards. I too got glue and started the work. Some of my friends were really astonished to find me there (As if I was an Alien to the land). Anyways.. I was there doing the work and observing the activities at the same moment. Children were sitting in the open. There was an aged women resting in one of the rooms of house, and another aunty cooking something on stove. The buffalo was attending natures call (shayad thapar ki kudiyan dekh kar use complex a gaya tha.. so tension me thi).
After we were done with the sticking stuff, we moved over to stage two. (The children were given samosas in the meantime). We had to paint a child’s hand. And get its impression on the back of card. Then the children were to write their name on it. I never took paint in my hand. The blogger’s eye was busy in observation.
There were around 25 students of different age groups (below 10). I don’t really know what they were taught. They were all made to sit in discipline by the rule of stick. One by one the paint was applied to each child’s hand. Ek bohat cute sa sardar tha. After the hand impression was taken, he was asked to wash hands. He went to the water bucket for the purpose, and calmly cleaned his hands. But suddenly a gal follows him to the same place and puts her hand in the same bucket. So the scene was like. One bucket, four hands, six eyes. (2 xtra blogger ki jo sabb kuch dekh rahi thi). The four hands suddenly shook the bucket and some bubbles arose outaa the water. Smiles could be seen, enveloping face of the 'tiny birds'. But before I could think of anything else, the stick made them disperse and take their seats. (I wish I could click a snap).
Then was the turn to write their names on the cards. So children were asked to come one by one. We had to confirm from each of them whether he knew how to write his name? Many of them didn’t and the others were first asked to write it first on a piece of paper, and them copy the same to the card. But we had more to do. We had to write the child’s name ourselves on the paper, in language he was comfortable in, and then he would copy the impression, first in rough then in fair on the card. Still, many of them couldn’t copy it right. The hindi ki matras always made a confusion. (Specially in a name kranti, who put a bade ‘e’ as well as chote ‘e’ ki marta on ‘ta’)

The sardar’s name was “Ashish”. A really shy guy. Too much dedicated towards studies. We saw him opening his copy even after the school time was up and the children were asked to pack their bags. A future ‘dassi’ maybe. The first time I saw him smile was when I took him over my shoulders. Here are some snaps posted of the great personality.

There were two more guys. I could guess one of them must be the Class Representative. The way he was instructing each one of them to put an impression, write a name etc. the other seemed to be his personal assistant.

To end up the spree, Rajan started distributing some pencils etc. to them. As he was distributing, he asked to say ‘babbu’ zor se to get the goodies (Babbu was the pet name of one of our mates there). So everyone was after him saying ‘uncle babbu’. In the end, a small gal approached him and asked for a pencil. He said that she already had it, so couldn’t get another one. And the clever gal says, ‘BABBU’ and extends her hand again… ;)

That was all…. A final ‘bizzzzing’ round with the studs, and we were on our way back to the good old Thapar.

BE se MBA tak

Hi blog. Might be kinda untimed post, But I had too much of MBA this week…. So presenting before you, after Daman’s ‘D se D tak’ Deepinder’s ‘BE se MBA takk’…. ( I’m sure daman will get copyright for the blog names now ;) )

So it all began last Saturday when I was looking forward to the hectic week ahead. Quizzes…. One on Monday, one on Tuesday, and one on Wednesday…. In short one each ‘M se W tak’ ;)
Okay how many thaparians believe that weekends are for studying….. (oww… at least I expected a better response) hanji… to Sunday ko padhai kahan se honi thi… vo to hoti hi mid sems se pehle hai… quizzes to ‘mutual understanding’ and ‘co-operation’ se hoti hain.. :p

On Saturday and Sunday I had another chore to do. That was a survey for the visitors of the ‘Vishal Mega Mart’ (the survey was our project work for MBA).. Kanwar had been a regular ‘taffridar’ of the mart, so knew the time when we’d have some hot crowd at the place. We were in the mart by 7p.m. but whats this? No happening crowd :( I felt like killing that guy who brought me here at this odd time. The survey was hectic. Had some ass kicking experiences. The first of them all. I went to quite a ‘mod’ kinda family. Husband, wife ant their son. I explaind son and uncle for what I was there. Aunty was busy selecting some bags. And suddenly she turns back and says.. “Bhaiya yeh Leather me nahi hai kya”… no more words… I was away…
Amit bhaiya k sath bhi kuch aisa hua. He went to an aunty and said ‘Xuse me’.. and the lady says.. ‘ ya. Whats its price?’
Another guy there approached me for a business deal.. kehne ko jaldi me tha aur survey nahi bhar sakta tha… lekin us sale ne mere 15 mint lagwa diye, explaining me why he was here (he wanted to open an ebony in patiala, so was just there to see and analyse the mart) .. then he started off with explaining me all the theory and working of ‘ebizz’ Perhaps he wanted something from me. He wanted to make me presenter of something I never understood.

The day was over with arnd 30 performa’s filled. We were there again on Sunday for the same purpose., but a bit earlier this time… Ahh.. better crowd ;)

Wont talk much about Monday and Tuesday quizzes, they went like any other quiz would. Studying an hour before the quiz but finally what comes into rescue is ‘akkar bakkar’.. and the hardest of the time being when Sir asks you.. ‘Aur quiz kaisa hua..’ and you have no other option than mildly shaking ur head against ur will and saying… ‘theek thak ho gaya sir’

Wednesday ki quiz postpone karva li…on the basis that we have our MBA Mid sem on Wednesday… had a hard time getting that done… I was trying to get that done on Monday. Met Sanjay Sharma Sir on Tuesday. That was the first time I came to know that the short guy whom I often thought of as some ME repeater was actually our teacher… uff.. he’s a hard stubborn guy… humein kehta hai… “Proof leker aao k kall tumhara Mid sem test hai… Concerned teacher se document sign karvao…”
Hum bhi kahan kamm hain… I took an application to our Dean Sir... DOAA sir ne Sanjay Sharma ko fone kharka dia. And the quiz was postponed…(Mittaran da na Chalda). After that I went to meet our respected Sanjay Sharma Sir… as I expected.. khija hua tha… mujhe dekhte hi kehta… “Quiz to postpone karva li… abb kua cheekhne aya hai??” :p

Okay, now Wednesday we had our MBA ka Mid Sem Test… bunked all classes that day for the unseen unknown fate ‘ The first ever Mid sem of MBA’ But, things were different.. Just b4 the exam, v 8 people decided to attempt just 50% of the total paper… ;) (I still wonder if all of us did that, results awaited). Ma’am wud have a shock when she see’s the attempt.

Another day attributed to the MBA kaand was today.. ie. Thursday.. Now guys this is sick…. I was the only student attending the class. All were away for one or the other crap reason. And ma’am was too determined to teach. I don’t really know what she taught. I was just attending a quantized class, ie. Nodding my head, asking some useless questions ( basically meanings of some needless terms) at regular intervals. I was in such a tight situation that I couldn’t even take my mobile out of my pocket and do some messaging as ma’am had her eyes on me all the time. Sleeping in class was just unimaginable.

So that was all about the week… Time to sleep now… for I couldn’t sleep in class :(

Dandiya or Bhangra

This is about a dandiya night organized by the TIET students at the Maharani club premises on the 5th of October ’06.

Days before the date, the event had got the required publicity, more of coz of the couple entry… some common questions in the crowd, “ Are you going for dandiya? “, “ Kiske sath?”….. “Acha uske sath…. Teri vali ka kya hua.. use nahi le ra raha sath me”…
And the replied like…”I don’t know if I’m going”….. “ Vo kisi aur k sath bhag gai…. Vaise bhi I’m good going single (kuch jall raha hai)”

Anyways, stage was all set for the dandiya night… The event was scheduled to start at 6:30, so I was there at sharp 6:30 (Mr. Punctual after all)…. Kuttey chamak rahe they, tare bhaunk rahe they… deepi aya aur gaadi me baith kar mobile pe sites kholni shuru kar di.. waiting for the partner.. (although I knew that she’ll be coming at arnd 7:30, as she told me… lekin jaldi ane k bad tauntne ka maza hi kuch aur hota hai) So, I was there…. Arnd 7 o’ clock I saw some of my frnds… fir came the main scene… ‘Maal Gaadi’

Thapar di kudiyan di pehli bus.. poori bhari hoi…
ikk de upar ik kudi chadhi hoi.…
koi healthy wealthy te koi sehat ton mari hoi…
mundeyan di sangat dooje pase kharhi hoi…
mundeyan ne apni apni selection kari hoi….

har ikk eddan saji inj hoi jive bhateeje da viah hove…..
ya jive best couple da award uhna vaste hi reserved paya hove…

vo kehte hai na… door se dekha to Aishwarya raii thi….. door se dekha to Aishwarya rai thi…. Paas jakar dekha to padosion ki gaye thi….(Miss Palampur)

I was still there waiting for my partner…. Time 7:30…. Tick tock tick tock… then came the second maal gadi… same scene.. Same procedure.. Same drama
We were in by 8 pm. Wow… I waited for just one and a half hours.. That’s sensible enough (I waited by choice I think, so no curses to anyone)...

We bought the sticks… (It was too early to know that they’ll be of no use after a couple of minutes)
We (me and my instru frnds) all were looking each other as if a dandiya teacher will emerge outaa some magic dandiya stick and teach us how to play with those drumsticks… But we were on our own... trying hard to play dandiya… but rather just looking for a chance to beat each other (at least I was, but hardly got a chance)… Punjab wich dandiya kadon takk chalna… utton di gane vi uho jehe… readers I request you to please take a break here and give a shot to do dandiya on song. “Dus Bahane” or “BEEDI JALAIKE.. JIGAR SE PIYA…Jigar Ma Badi aag hai… “ (gaana mast tha yar).. soo the sticks were down…and the Dandiya night was converted onto a bhangra night… the sticks were just left to mark the centre of the circle around which we shook our leg.(I was kinda in love with my dandiya sicks... kept them along all the time). We heard an announcement after an hour that there were some snacks being served for us… but when we reached there, all that was left was a ‘tawa’ and tikki par garnishing ka kuch ‘saman’.. Line me laggke pani piya and we were back to the dance floor (the sticks were still with me)… … Danced a lot… with some innovative steps at each round… “Beedi Jalaike” being the best part….... the DJ was good… and there were some idiotic games to mar the fun…(A game which asked the guy to find his gal’s missing sandal outaa a lot of sandals)..
The dance was just like any other dance party in college, the only difference being that we paid for it and the gals specially bought matching bangles, lipsticks blab la for the event…
(Why do I think that the post is getting too long)
Okay making long things short….. The Night was WoW.. (but for the funless games and the xtra spicy dinner with rubber chapaties) I heard that dance floor rocked ( The floor cudnt get the privilage of my foot over it)
In the end I lost one dandiya stick of mine :( .. I kept the other as a momento, rembering the Dandiya Oops Bhangra Night… :)


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Ek Choti Si Love Story

Hi, many of the readers might be looking forward to find something abt my latest crushes… I’m really sorry, but the story(not a fiction) I’m posting here is much more interesting…

Like any other love story, this one too has a hero and a heroine, but the twist is that the hero is just around 5 years old and the heroine too is a toddler.
I’m the spectator, who’s sitting in a room where the saga was being played.

Here you go….
Our hero, a cute lil fair chap, looks quietly at our heroine. The gal is no less than aishwarya rai. Big, deep brown eyes to attract you at very first sight.

No doubt, our hero was attracted too, he comes in, looks and thinks something. He takes a deep breath and moves ahead. Dont know what he says to her. It was some silent eye language. She silently shakes her head. I thought the story was over. Ahan! but we had something else to come here. She looks sweetly at her parents, as if her eyes were demanding some favor from them. Parents say yes and she signals our hero to come to her. Wow, lucky guy, but he had his own plans, for now it was his turn to say no. He moves out of the room. The girl was desperate to say her heart. And the guy was moving here and there consoling himself as if saying, “Hey dude whatever you've done is right.” Was it? nea... What could he do? I saw him moving in and out. He took few steps towards the gal. Was thinking something, the guy and the gal took turns to stare at me as if I was someone too unwanted over there at the moment. . I knew I was, but how could I miss the panorama? With the stares being ineffective, our hero takes a step forward… she is shy. He looks at me. Takes an about turn and moves out of the room. The gal sensed something had gone wrong. The guy now half closes the door, and tries to take an eclipsed view of his ‘chand’ through the half open door. She's doing the same from her end. I sensed something was better. He moves in again. The gal takes the lead too. But a twist…… guy's mother calls him now.. ‘A jao beta time 4 dinner!’ Taking a decision against his will, our mama's boy stepped back. The papa's gal is now restless. Is moving to and forth. Right and left. Hmmm.... That was a nature's call... Her mom takes her to the washroom. Hey! Whats that, our hero is back into the room. Looking for someone who had left.. But he has no idea of where she is.. He goes out, is given some food by his mom. But I think he is in no mood to eat...

I always thought that love stories had a happy ending. But here it was different; it was time for the girl to leave for home. Our hero was nowhere in the frame. The girl's eyes search for someone, to find noone. And just the memories are left behind..

The last time i saw our hero was 10 mins after she left. He came into the room searching for someone.. He found, just those memories...

In Fact.... We are The One Who CLICK!!!

Hey people... exams over... no 'exam katha' to be posted.. just some pics of my friends of CT3 group..

MEN IN BLACK!!!

Thats no Shaktiman... Thats out Bhukki Man..

Firki badmash... Rajput

Our Logical Boxer... Anna

And Thats.....

Your Very own Bloggger...

P.S. I regret the loss of mundi of some of my frnds in the group pic.I didn't have individual pics of other friends, so posted just the ones I had...

How to be a 'Dassi'

Exams starting from Monday… It might be surprising for many as to how could I get time to write a post. Ummm… I had to, just for a social cause, to help those ‘veer jawan’ who are fighting to earn a 10 CGPA. Just some laws and theories that could change your status from a seven point someone to a ‘dassi’.

Ten Simple laws, enlisted in increasing order of their importance.

10. Study in an optimized manner… That’s what you already do, the difference lies in what you study. Study only what the teacher speaks in the class.

9. Pretend that you are intelligent. Theres are two ways to do it…

i) Be the most “beeba bacha” in the class….

ii) Sit with an intelligent lad. Be the most mischievous guy in the class. The teacher is sure to ask you the question. Before that sms your friend sitting in other corner to create chaos when the question is asked. You have the time to consult for the answer when the teacher’s attention is towards the chaos.

8. “The Law of Orkutting”. If u have a free internet connection or a broadband, keep yourself logged in 24*7. Keep some depressing orkut name added on with a depressing pic. This provides two benefits, one that , it makes people feel that you are not studying. Second, you are sure to get many best wishes for the exams. YOU NEED THEM BADLY!!!

7. Every senior is your helper. Keep a separate telephone directory for them.

6. "The BEE Theory”.. just like an irritating bee, keep wandering in and out of teachers’ room. He might divulge an important question, and also give some Photostat notes with important lines marked.

5. Target the Library Staff… It is a known fact that the books generally aren’t reissued. Believe me they are. Just find an uncle/aunty in the library.

4. The “Law of Chamchagiri”… It’s one of the most important laws.. remember. The teacher is your ‘ann-data’, the one to give you marks. She/He is the sexiest creature on earth and is equipped with Newton’s Brain. Let the teacher know that. (Please don’t make it a habit, or u might start believing it.

3. “The Rishtedar Theory”. Make a list of All the teachers, and try to find out where can you find a rishtedari with them. Uncle, Aunty, Chacha, Chachi, Didi, Bhanji, Saas, Sasur, Dada Dadi. Kuch bhi chalega… bass get them to know that you are their ‘rishtedaar’

2. “The Half Mark Theory”.. This comes into effect when you get the checked answer sheets. When you’ve written something but you know that your answer is wrong. Teacher ko Choorhna nahi… pakde rakhna… roona peetna….. end me khushi hi milegi….

1. THE MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL…. Its coined by my friend Suneet. “The Vomit Theory” For every question, just vomit out what ever you’ve swallowed in its context, may it be relevant or irrelevant. Remember that those examination hours are the ones when you get a ‘golden’ chance to make theories. In short, teachers nu fuddu banaun da uhi mauka hunda hai…

SATUTORY WARNING: TESTED AN PROVED UNDER STANDARD CONDITIONS. THE RESULTS MAY VARY.
*THE WRITER IS AN ASPIRING DASSI

The Birth Of ' Vanjara '

Hello friends, I think this post should’ve been the first one to be posted….
Ie. The Birth of VANJARA…. How the word Vanjara actually came in to the life of this blogger and how was he influenced by it…. Wont write much of theory, just take u straight to a practical approach…. Here You Go…

Vanjara

Duniya di bheed vich

labheya mainu ik guwacha,
bedol badan, haddiya da dhancha,
ik takk si vekh reha uh val mere,
akhan vich usdi lukke san ghup hanare.

Aakhda mainu,

le chal mainu mere des,
mai nai rehna ethey,
jithey vikde ne bhes.
Jithey imana da mul nai,
hanjuan da tull nai.
Vandiya gaiya ne ruhan jaat paat de na te,
rab vi rul gaya japda jis tha te.

Koi nai ajeha

jisnu jeyunda mai aakhda,
mar rahiya ne jindan,
le le maut da aasra.
Eh vekhde ne sab kuch,

par band ne akhan,
singurdiyan na ruhan,

jad chekhde ne lakhan,
dhup cha sab sehende ne,
par jaban ton si na kehende ne.

Kyu chup ho jad koi tuhadi ijjat hai lutda,
inha jinda nu mai eh var var han puchda,
kyu banne ne hath gulami de furman nal,
kis band kite ne muh kuj paseyan de guman nal?

Aakhir kad tak is bheed vich

firda ravanga mai maara maara,
mai kudrat de sach da ik vanjara ,
mai kudrat de sach da ik vanjara...

-Deepinder Singh

BE-MBA@TIET – A Self Orientation….

FINALLY!!!
Yea.. FINALLY!!! The BE-MBA starts at the TIET on the 10th of August 2006 with a shagun 11 students…A historical date… The project underwent a saga of events, no less than any K-Soap dramas….
Won’t tell the events though coz that’d take one full blogspace…
Starting with my first class of the MBA.. it was an interesting experience.. Although, just any introductory class of a new semester in a new college… Remember that question of Munna bhai-MBBS “ Tum doc kyun bann na chahate ho” yee.. We were asked the same like Deepinder Bhai-MBA “Tum BE-MBA kyun karna chahate ho”
Then it was followed by introduction of the new staff members… ek se badkar ek item…
The first one was Mr.Apurva Bhakshi.. He started off.. “ Okay.. first of all let me congratulate u all ‘guys’ for making an intelligent decision…. “ I really felt like kicking his ass for using that word ‘guy’.. I wanted to ask him,” Sir what does guy mean??? Have u seen the meaning of the word guy in dictionary??”… BUT I WAS HELPLESS!!! Just solaced myself with a cunning smile on my face and a signal to kanwarjot.. par vo bhi dekh lia usne… “yes Sardarji.. any problem??? Aap kuch kehna chahate ho???” … kya kehta bechara sardar…

Another item was a lady (don’t remember the name).. her speaking accent as that like paramjeet kaur from bathinda… “Ai Cangratulaate you aaal foar tha aaadmission too thias couarse”… in the end meri halat yeh thi k ek shabad bhi aur bolti to ‘Ai woauld haave barst oat wath an uncontrolaed laughtaer….’

Anyways… the intro of rest was over… and Ravi Kiran Ma’am took a 15 mins lecture…
The worst part was that the class was held in a fan-equipped F-104, rather than the otherwise promised Air Conditioned R&D :(

Okay, the second part of my blog is a self orientation for myself…. This is the extract of speech that I delivered in the 1st yr. orientation prog. (Refer:-‘Five Minutes of Fame’)

“I feel that the most important step in any major accomplishment is setting a specific goal. This enables to keep your mind focused on your goal and off many obstacles that will arrive when you are striving to do your best.

You don’t need to be a ‘Krish’ or a ‘Superman’ to do certain things. You can just be an ordinary chap, sufficiently motivated to reach challenging goals. And the foundation of the endeavor lies in realizing your basic ambition, because these are the years that have enough potential to make or break a life and that would differentiate you from any other person walking on the road

Here I’d like to tell u about a great warrior, a long while ago, who faced a situation, which made it necessary for him to make a decision which insured his success on the battlefield. He was about to send his army against a powerful foe whose men outnumbered his own. He loaded his soldiers into boats, sailed it to enemy’s country, unloaded soldiers and equipment, and gave order to burn the ships that had carried them. Addressing his men before the battle he said “ You see the ships going up in smoke… this means that we cannot leave these shores unless we win. W have no other option. We Win or We Perish.
They Won.

I’d like to end this with a few lines as said by Mark twain…
‘Twenty Years from now, you’ll be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbour, catch the trade winds in your sails, Explore, Dream, Discover.’”

Ik Naam Tera

Well this post is something out of the blue… I jumped over to writing this post coz of an incident written in Hardeep’s blog… when Mrs. Ravana(as named by Mr. Hardeep) was teaching us in 3rd semester and I was sitting on the last bench for a change…
The scene has already been well explained by hardeep, but I think I’ll violate the copyright and present it again…
It was the day when this lady wore a sarree… I’m sure she must have got a compliment from Mr.Duryodhana ki, “darling aj badi sexy lagg rahi hoo”… Well that sexy lady… I mean sanki lady entered our class and this was the scene…
Class: whistles…. Woooooooo….. pheeiiiiiii…. Ayyeee.e..e.e..e..
Ma’am with a deadly smile on the face and an errie silence as that of a grave yard stepped on the stage and without much of a reaction started teaching…. But nea.. WE ARE THE STUDENTS OD CSED AND ELECTRICAL…. The hooting continued… then ahhh…. Ma’am k dialogues…”Main kahan kahan rehkar ai hu.. I have taught in IIT.. (bla bla)…… lekin tum jaise bache mujhe pehli bar dikhe hai…” followed the lil bit of chit chat and hooting at the last benches…. Ma’am turns to board and suddenly turns back and delivers a dialogue…. “Tumhe dekh kar mujhe pata hia kiski yad ati hai????”..................????........................ “Kutte ki poocnch hoti hai na..….”
Fer ki si.. mittran ne shuru karr ditta MEAW MEAW… BOW BOW……
That was it… we weren’t in the class the next minute…
Well under all these state of affairs, I was penning down my first Punjabi poem…. Many of you might have read it already, still posting it again coz there are many said and unsaid memories related to it…. From the core of my heart (a hindi translation of the same follows for all those who have a hard time with punjabi)

“IK NAAM ‘TERA’”

Ik Chann Si main mangeya tera naa laike,
Ik supna si main buneya tera naa laike,
Ik naa tera hi mai is jind vich vasaeya si,
Enha badlan de vich ik hanju main lukaiya si...

Kithey firolan main ajj enha dil diyan baatan nu,
Sunehere us kall de vichere hoye jazbatan nu,
Jind Vinn ke meri jo bahaar le gaye,
Is laash utte charhe hoye jo har le gaye...

Chiikhdi is laash vall main murh murh vekhda haan,
Ajj dil de jazbatan nu akhran vich main vechda haan,
Koi sunn le meri eh fariyaad sajna,
ajj chadd challe assi eh jahaan sajna.

Kade enha ambran vichon ik awaaz jadd aayegi,
Sisakde dil di roun dilan de paar jad jayegi,
Koi karda e yaad mainu, mai jaan javanga,
Us din murh main tera naam lavanga,
Us din murh Main tera naam lavanga...


Ek Naam Tera(hindi)

Ek chaand tha maine manga tera naam leekar,
ek supna tha maina banaya tera naam lekar,
Ek naam tera hi maine is zindagi me basaya tha,
en baadlon ke beech me ek aansu maine chupaya tha

kahan dhundu main aaj dil ki baaton ko,
Sunehere us kall ke bichere hue jazbaton ko,
Zindagi Cheer ke meri jo bahaar le gaye,(vinn actually means to pierce)
Is laash k upar chare hue jo haar le gaye

chikhti hui is laash ki taraf main baar-baar deekhta hu,
aaj dil ke jazbaton ko akhron se main beechta hu,(akhar =alphabets)
Koi sunn le meri ye fariyaad sajna,
Aaj chorh chale hum ye jahaan sajna

Kabhi in ambron me se ek awaaz jabb ayegi,
sisakte dil ki roun dilo ke paar jabb jayegi,(sisak=to sob, roun= weep)
Koi karta hai yaad mujhe, main ye aan jaunga,
Us dinn dobara main tera naam lunga,
us dinn dobara main tera naam lunga...


P.S. Please take some time to leave your valuable comments...

The FIFTH semester at TIET!!!

Another semester another set of new subjects and with that another set of resolutions of 5,6,7,8,9,10 pointers…. And a fate that everyone knows…
Well this section of my blog is dedicated to all those souls of the TIET who have taken up the tough task to teach us, The Comp Sc. branch, in the 5th semester…. And with due respect and regards I’ll try to “give a brief account” of every ‘only one of its kind’ creature. Okay six subjects… I’ll take one by one…

• Object Oriented Programming of 4.0 credits…. (I mention the full name and the credits so that I might not forget them in the next interview ;) ) … The teacher Mr. Bhalla or the ‘laash’ as we call him. Well, this lad is always punctual in the class, provided he comes. From the time he enters the class till he takes a leave , you are living in a senseless world, where you are free to do anything, ranging from polishing your writing and sketching skills, till trying hard to hear what he says….. The best thing about him is that his lecture duration is generally what the students always want…
  

• Theory of Computation of 3.5 credits…. Mr. Ajay Kumar The lecturer at TIET. He has been taught us in the training also, and from the that time onwards I has known that he is a good and a hard-work teaches, keep aparts the ‘bihari’ accents… All in the alls an intelligents teacher..
  

• Computer Networks of 3.5 credits… Aww… remember the mangalsutra ma’am of my first post??? Miss Ass hima??? How I love to sleep in her class, and how I hate the smile she gives me when she finds me playing ‘hide and seek’ in dream world of my own and turns me out of the class without any credits for the 30 mins i’ve spent in the class. Iss Subject me kunda pakka.
  

• Database Management Systems of 4.0 credits… Mr.Prateek Bhatia... the man of dynamism… you can see the sweat dripping down his face when he ends the lecture… The only lecture that I attend with whole hearted enthusiasm…
  

• Software Engineering of 4.5 credits… Ms Inderveer Channa.. Nothing official about her, just any ordinary teacher. Comes in, takes attendance, teaches, gives recurrsive ‘dhamki’ about the difficulty in the subject and goes out ….
  

• Microprocessors of 4.5 credits???… Subject me kya hai ye abhi takk nahi pata chala… Teacher kaun hai???… ye bhi nahi pata chala… As written in time-table, it had to be Yugnanda “ma’am”.. but at the moment some young gal is taking our………………….. yea.. she’s taking our ______ kya vo padhati hai, kya hum padhte hai.. aur kya bheje me jata hai… ITS ALL A “?”.. and the biggest problem is that she’s not even worth looking at for a whole one hour….
  

Well, that was all about it… this was more of a formal post, just to keep memories updated. The extract of the speech, the one I mentioned in my last to last post would be coming up when I start my MBA classes next week….. Till then…. Keep clicking guys….

The Interview... Screwed it all...

Hi Blog… must not be expecting me sooo soon… hmm had to be here.. Well I’m not gonna write what I spoke in my speech… but rather I’ll tell u how the interviewers screwed me…. Vaise interviews are all about screwing up the innocent chaps.. Sorry.. Innocent people… (No slang to be used now... The reason u’ll get to know soon)

Okay this was an interview for the admission to the BE-MBA course of the TIET… Though we are all selected because the seats are 80 and the students who applied just 20.. Still it’d a matter of shame if I’d be ranked 20 :( (Fingers crossed)

Yesterday was an aptitude test… Mittran nu shaunk tukke maaran da.. 100% attempt :D
The day today started with a GD on “Can business and ethics go together?”
Here was my first interaction with the interviewers... when one of them asked, “Is the topic okay or does it need to be changed” very confidently I admitted “Sir, if others agree, it can be changed.”
Won’t say anything else about the GD, for it went just average… and Miss Waraich being the shining star…
Then came the hour of ordeal…
There was a panel of four people (two professors of the Thapar, Deputy Director of iit delhi, and fourth one I don’t know who) to take the hell outaa me, Oops, its out of me….
I’ll try to draw the exact picture, portraying the exact sequence of events and the exact words used... As far as I can… here you go…

The Interview:

Me: May I come in sir… (Not heard)…. Sir may I come in?????
Interviewer (In): just a moment… yes come in…
Me: (after giving sort nod, as if wishing them… hello)
In: So Deepinder…. Deepinder Singh….. Tell me something about yourself...
Me: Well, Sir I’m simple guy……
In: (looking straight into me) guy??? What does guy mean???
Me: sorry sir, it’s a slang word, ought not be used over here, but since I used it I’m sorry for that…
In: Have u ever seen the meaning of the word guy in the English dictionary??
Me: I’m sorry sir, I haven’t...
In: (talking among themselves) Actually he uses the word 'guy' because George Bush uses it.. (and they shared a laugh over my sweating face)
I suggest you for the future not to use these words in such formal places… and btw, what’s the opposite of guy.
Me: (amusingly) Sir it’s a gal….
In: Hmm… So what else..
Me: I’m a simple g…….
In: But you don’t look to be simple….
Me: (amazed, astonished, threatened….) Sir I just try to make myself presentable enough…
In: okay… tell something else..
Me: I come from a medical background, My Mom, dad and sister..
In: So how did u opt for engg.
Me: Sir, I had no interest in bio, and I and my mother always wanted me to be engineer.
In: these days there is more use of Mom and dad and so on... why???
Me: Sir, we are living in an internet world, and ppl are into these chatting and stuffs.. Where the use of shorthand is too much...
In: okay why do u think that you are doing MBA…
Me: (I thought that I had my chance) Sir, its not mandatory for an engineer to do MBA, but still it important because adds to you managerial skills, for example, you make a mobile, and engg. Would have only the technical knowledge, on the other hand a business manager would have only the knowledge of how to market the product, but if u are a techno manager, then u are in a situation to increase the marketing but having the know-how of the product as you sell them…
In: what all subjects did you study in your last semester and what all credits…
Me: umm.. umm.. umm… Operating Systems 4.5 credits, Numerical Analysis and design 4.5 credits, material Science and engg. 4.5 credits… System management (??) 3.5 credits… umm…Environmental Studies 3 credits…. Sir I’ve named 6 (please count again guys) and yes Computer Design 3.5 credits….
In: there is no subject like Comp Design.. its comp Architecture… :
Me: Oh yes sir, sorry..
In: This shows ur seriousness abt ur studies…
Me: (blank)
In: These days you see the companies advertising too much, do you think that its good for them??
Me: Well, the advertisement is very imp, for a company as it lets the people know abt the new products in the market..
In: But is too much required??
Me: Well too much of it I guess doesn’t has any harm, but it neither helps them.. Still advertisement is required… (At this moment I was thinking abt adsense adds on my blog )
In: What do u say abt the advertisements eg. For a bike, wont u look for the features rather than just blindly seeing the add...
Me: (I ‘thought’ again that I had my chance again) actually it’s all a matter of the image one haves in mind about a product. For example, let on one hand MS Dhoni endorse the bike, and on other hand Shah Rukh does it, now the image of shah rukh is larger than Dhoni (Sorry cudnt think of anybody else) for a person… take another example... The navratan teil, earlier it was endorsed by Govinda with a smaller image, now amitabh does it.. With the change in the person. The image of the product has become larger in your minds, so this provokes a person to try the product…
In: Do u think that the companies are imposing the products on the consumers..
Me: No ma’am these days consumer is the king…. A company produces what the consumer wants..
In: (I think I said sumthing abt sales and marketing before, I don’t remember) Whats the difference b/w sales and marketing..
Me: umm… umm…. Sir Sales is.. umm…
In: Do u know or are u just trying to make out...
Me: sir just trying to make out..
In: whats ur CGPA??
Me: Sir, 7.99
In: What’s GDP.
Me: Sir Gross……… umm..
In: What’s the GDP of India..??
Me: Sir don’t know…
In: You don’t know what’s GDP??
Me: I’m sorry Sir…I have not much of knowledge I this field…
In: Okay… You can go..
Me: (confused) Sir May I leave???

And as they say…. Rest is history…….

Five Minutes of 'Fame'

Hmm. The training finally ended on Saturday, but with a sad note… A saga of events... had to part with the new frnds, ek ladki jo pasand ai thi vo bina bat kiye ja rahi thi and my rival won again, project dekh k ma’am said that she expected something better from us… Whatever, that’s life…
But the day today… the registration day… :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
I’m not happy coz I was officially being promoted to a new semester. The reason is something else… I’ll start off with the yesterday… ie. The Sunday 16th July.
As said by the Dean Acads, I had to deliver a speech at the orientation program for the first year on 17th, the Monday.
(I always “longed” to get a chance to take part in debates in the school times)
I woke up at around 12 p.m.(Sunday) in the afternoon and made out plans like I’ll be completing the draft of the speech by 6 p.m. then wud start with its cramming up and so on… hmm.. the speech was made till 6pm.. but jab tak Orkut zindabad.. aage k sare plans choupat.. I was orkutting till 8.. Still I think I had enugh time… so I started.. I think I welcomed the students(the first line of speech) around 15-20 times in this undertaking… and raat 1 baje tak I was “unable” to speak out the whole of speech without looking into the paper… Literally speaking… meri “fatti hui thi”!!!
And the worst part was that I didn’t know at what time was the program where I had to face the mob.
Anyways, today I reached college at 8, and I came to know that the program was at 11.
To shorten the blog, I’ll directly take a leap into the auditorium…
My First Fear… The students were accompanied by their parents and the near and dear ones..

My Second fear.. I was made to sit on the stage with Mrs. Shanatakumari on my right and Mrs. Alpana Aggarwal on my left..

My Greatest Fear… FATTI PADI THI!!!

After the mic heard the voices of The Dean Acads, Dean Student Affairs, S.Das (the most interesting speaker, the head of the “phyotech department” hu told us “phot is phyotech”) and some more.. and finally to Mrs Seema bawa.. Then to DEEPINDER SINGH KALRA!!!
Stepped forward… tick tock tick tock… dhak dhak dhak dhak… dayen deekha.. bayen deekha… koi dekhne layak ladki nahi dikhi.. fir bass meri mundi upar neeche left right.. looking into nothing but darkness, I just vomited all I had to speak completing the five minutes speech in three minutes…
The best part… there was no 'biz biz' for a change as I spoke… ;)
I came back and sat down… looking towards the audience for a reaction.. I could see none, except for the applause that still echoes in my ears (I wondered if those were hallucinations)

The orientation ended…
The moment of my life… Dean Sir approaches me and says thank u.. well done.. I asked ‘Sir theek than na??’ sir says… “arey bohat badiya tha”
Okay hunn tak mittar famous ho chukka si…
As I moved out of the audi, I could see some eyes falling on me (or maybe I felt that), whatever I just rushed out.. Then, some more appreciation… some parents approached me, introduced themselves and their wards to me, and asked some questions abt the college and studies… Arey ek to bohat hi mast tha… Father pooch rahe they ki kya ise abhi PC leker dena chahiye… I said yes. Harshit said maybe.. And the son was reacting like. “Papa te aavein hi kahi jande ne, hor te chahida nahi ki PC, I’m a big man now” ( that’s what his actions said)
And the most precious one.. “Beeta have u been taking part in debates and everything before???”
I think I could…. I wish I would…..

P.S. taking into consideration the length of the blog, I’d post some extract of the speech in my next blog!!!

OPERATION ORKUT!!!

ORKUT BANNED AT THAPAR!!!
WHAT CAN BE MORE DEPRESSING AND SUCKING THAN THE NEWS THAT THE ORKUT HAS BEEN ADDED TO THE BANNED LIST OF SITES BY THE THAPAR AUTORITIES....

THE FOLLOWING IS THE MESSAGE DISPLAYED WHEN U OPEN ORKUT.com...

"This is a message from the IT Department.

The web site you are trying to access: http://www.orkut.com/is listed as a site within the category 'Banned'

Current Internet Access Configuration does not allow you to visit sites within this category at this time "

THE WORST PART OF THE OPERATION IS THAT THE SITE IS OPEN FOR TEACHERS TO ACCESS FROM THEIR LOGINS, ie. IT's RESTRICTED ONLY FOR THE STUDENTS OF B.E.

TO ADD TO THE WOES, THE TEACHERS ARE SEEN ORKUTTING AROUND IN THE LABS!!!

NOW KEEP SCRAPPING GUYS!!!

Whats new at TIET!!!

Hi Guys…. Anybody waiting for me??? No :( okay no problems, I had to be here.. After all mere blog ka sawal hai yarrr…
Wel this section of my blog is for the Thaparians who are away from their college and are very curious to know about what’s happening at The Thapar Institute of Engg. And Technology…
Actually I was being overloaded over with questions from my friends, who are away to their homelands..
Every time the same Question.. “ Aur suna college me naya kya hai ???”Soo here I am with all the ‘naya’ in the college that I could get an eye on… might miss somethings. Sorry for those…

• First and the foremost… The new Director of the TIET.. Dr. Sxy Saxena, has taken a leave from the instt. and a young lad(??) in his forties, Dr.Abhijeet Mujherjee has taken over his responsibilities.. Dr. Mukherjee was previously a Professor IIT Mumbai ….
  
  
• A long cherished derire seems to be fulfilled when Thaparians are looking at some kinda Shoping Complex in the grounds besides the Polytechnic.. Abhi tak koi dukanein khuli to nahi, but lets look forward to the best (I hope ki koi xtra classes na laga dein un shops me)
  
  
• Might sound a bit strange, but another construction.. the partitioning of the BIG ONES OF THE F-Block… yup.. the rooms F-108 and F-101 are being split into a baap and a bacha combi..(maa kaun ye abhi pata nahi) The baap is being developed into a step type format(as of the digital classrooms) and the bacha, as said by the working bhaiyas, is being done into a computer lab kinda thing…
  
  
• Now something for the day scholars… the expansion of the Scooter Stand…. Finally we hope less of chaos at the otherwise “nonu sa” scooter stand

• If you make an entry during the night hours in the college, you might have a gala welcome as there are some stylish street lights being installed all the way from the main gate till the campus…
  
  
• And yea... I missed out one of the most important things… The Toilets of the C- Blocks are being renovated to as of the B-Block… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ;)
  
  
• For the computer Science Studs... Four new Staff members… So I’ll just wish you a Good Luck… Let their teaching be a surprise for u… :)

• Arrey yar ek baat to bhool hi gaya... the gals would be very happy to know ki unke favorite "BHIM BHAIYA" is Back at the famous Bhim ki Hatti
  

Ummm.. I think that’s all for now… so see u guys at the registration ceremony on 17th, which acc. To the Dean Acads has been made simple this time..
And for those going in for BE-MBA… the test is on 18th at 5 pm & GD on 19th after 2 pm. The MBA classes will start a week later

ciao...

Mai Mr.Fatima Banna Chahata Hu!!!

Well Well Well... Hi again... :) Am back guys... but sorry no philosophical stuff this time... This time the blog is gonna be, what I call a selfish stuff... ahh not that selfish, just I wanted to pen down some of my old memories... the memories of my school days...
So, this was the last day of my school, Our Lady of Fatima, my Farewell Day... As the trend goes, the guys had to wear suits and the gals sarees.. Talking abt the guys, we were all the more excited to see our classmate grls in sarrees, who at didn't even know how to handle their dupatta... About me, the suit was well decided after a lot of confusions, and I was ready. As the law of Deepinder's punctuality goes, I was the first of my batch-mates to reach there. Wearing a Dark Blue Suit with Maroon tie and Maroon Turban, on My Cream Bajaj Chetak, 1984 model. After an hour or so, when all were there, the proceedings started. Ahh.. the start u all know... Lighting the lamps(bechara lamp pata nahi kitni bar jaga aur bujha hoga) and then pledge by the house captains. And our Hon'ble Head Boy and Head Gal. Then the fuction started... The first round was the modeling round.. kya kuch socha tha maine.. ki ladke ladki ka pair banayenge, I'd be paired with ..........(?????) and hum log masti se modeling karenge... but the things were totally different.. A group of 20 guys and 20 gals were asked to stand in two lines(one for each), perpendicular to each other.. as if for a march past... then then each line asked to move alternatively on a ghatiya sa music...and the judges were made to sit right in front of the grls' march( u can guess why) chalo chal liye.... The next round was that of Dance and question round(formality sake) There were some interesting games, nice skits and some usual westran dances and bla bla dances b/w the rounds...and as usual, the dramatics ruled till the end..
Okay now comes the punch of the endeavour.. My dance round... some expectations that I'd be selected for the round, and I was. The round in total had 40 studs in number

I'll directly jump over to my number.
The song- Chaiya Chaiya - Dil Se
The Performer- Deepinder Singh Kalra
What what can u expect.... I've displayed some pics to help you out....

As the song started, my coat was off..... round and round and round whirling over my head.... soch raha tha ki ladkiyon ki taraf fenku ke ladko ki taraf... fir finally man me pata nahi kya aya and maine ladko ki taraf fenka :(.. had it been today, it'd been grls, u see i was a shy guy :).. Then Shah Rukh all over my brains... and ahh... I jumped.. like Shah Rukh??? hmm.. yea.. farak itna tha ki usne train me cotton k upar chalang lagai thi aur maine apne school me concrete k upar... sabb taraf cheekhe sunai de rahi thi.. I never heard if those were in my favour or if the voices asked me to just stop it... Whatever, carried on.... aage pichey upar nichey dayen baye... (not PT that was my dance).. In the end.. all I was left with some swollen knees, and aching body :(

The result ......
there u see below...

Yea I was Mr. Fatima....... Shocked??? Everyone in the crowd was.....

Smile :) & Making of "you"

Hiii guys.. I'm back... with my second blog.... everrrrr... vaise kaafi cheeti a gaya shayad... chalo hunn a hi gaya te kuch tan bhor k hi jaavanga... umm.. thanks to all those who took out time to read my first bak bak and those who didn't(happy stuff).... and thanks for the comments... sooo based on the comments... I saw that some ppl wanted masaledaar.. yarr abb masaledaar kya hoota hai?? is it something like hari mirch.. lal mirch ... garam masala.. bhuna hua jeera.. haldi , garam aach pe tadka??? Did that line bring something called a smile on ur face... (thanks to the person jis se maine ye lines churai thi ;) )
Okay this vesion of my blog explores a seriously stupid topic... ohh no.. not the beautiful ladies pasted above... but what u see in them(no x-ray glasses to be used plz).. lemme start
People often query my noble smile... Why this curve on the face sets everything straight???

There are three things that make up a person... thats what one of my teachers Mrs.Gandhi used to say. Raftaar-The Way you walk, Guftaar-The way you talk, and Dastaar-The way you dress up... True to the spirit... I see another thing... always noticed, what everybody has in himself, but sometimes we are tooo busy with tackling our worries and problems that we just tend to turn a blind eye to a handy solution to those worries ... yes thats a smile, which has a share in each .... A Smile is an inexpensive way to change ur looks... people seldom notice clothes when u wear a big smile.. The pic of the lady u see on right was awarded the “Smile of The Year Award” Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day. Taking up an example of today... one of my frnds was all sad... totally bugged up... and her name said something like “:(:(:( Worried :(:(:(“..... an eye to see that name would give rise to two feelings ... kuch loog kahenge... yarr ye to sari rehti hai choorh ise... second feeling would be of pity and concern asking her what happened... and solacing her like nahi beta sabb theek ho jayega.... bla bla bla... but in the end the purpose is only solved when a desire to replenish oneself and being cheerful takes over the existing state... a desire which is built up in oneself... I wont go deep into the topic of desires.. that'd be porbably my next post (ahh.. why do i see a sense of relief in those reading eyes... huh???) okay just a simple suggestion to her... change ur name to ”:):):) Smiling :):):)“ and she changed to “Smiling Although Worried :):):)” would that make a difference???... A question for u... (I'm still to find out the results, think till next blog)
Now the other form of a smile... umm yes... thats “ tum itna jo muskura rahe ho, kuch dard hai jise chupa rahe ho...”
Some people smile a lot... Look into their eyes.. dark and deep... u think everything's okay... and it is.. till it's not...
:) Keep smiling - it makes people wonder what you've been up to :)