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…

Dressing up of Santa Claus

Those were the invaluable school times when we, the innocent chaps were made to do certain eeky things that we can’t even think of doing today. And one of those things, those sweet old memories, when I was the Santa Claus (not the only Santa Claus) to adorn the Christmas Celebrations of 2001.

It was 20^th of December when Mrs. Chawla asked me to become the Santa Claus. It had been a tradition in our school that one of the chubby cheek chaps would get himself into a big red coat with cotton all over his face and move around dancing with children during the Christmas celebrations. So this time it was me. I reluctantly accepted the proposal after it had been turned down by Vaibhav, for he had done the job last year.

I remember the day when I came home and told my parents about this. Gaush! Those smiles being thrown on me, and my sister was all the more exited. She always wanted me to see as a Santa Claus I think. I was to get my apron prepared myself. So my mum was given the tough task and I was given a big long coat and an old salwar to wear. Something was made into a big ‘Santa ki Bori’ and I stuffed it with old newspapers to make it look really Big. And yea.. how can I forget the wonderful red cap with a lining of cotton wool.

So, the day had arrived. A day before that I had come to know that unlike the previous years, this time there had to be four Santa’s dancing in the school. One for each house and there was a proposed competition among them. The competition of “Dressing up of Santa Claus”

I was there in the chemistry lab. A young lad with no beard and confused eyeballs studded into to be Santa’s face. Vaibhav and one of my seniors (a girl) were given the task of giving this Santa Singh a make over to Santa Claus. To begin with I got into my apron and was made to sit on one of lab’s ‘interesting’ stools. (I call them interesting because their structure always appealed to me) Then the senior ma’am started her work. Those soft hands applying hair fixer on my face. I think I felt something fishy in myself, but I think I was too young to analyze certain things. So let it be… The cotton wool was cut into Santa’s long fluffy beard and was fitted in the proper place; some more cotton was made into big bushy eyebrows and was given the destined place. Some cotton on the sides of my face and another large chunk of it to make some hair falling on the back through the cap. I had not seen a mirror ever since. Finally, some more cotton, and a lot more cotton was nicely placed to anywhere they could find a place. Even my coat was given a lining of fluffy cotton. (Sorry people, I don’t have a pic of myself in the dress up)

Then someone told that the Santa of St. Mary’s house, Simran, had stuffed some pillows under his coat, and hence I had to do the same. I refused. Anyways, finally my turn step into to the Christmas grounds was here. I had to dance and move along with a Christmas song being sung. I was nicely taught corruption before I went off. I was told to ‘surely’ distribute sweets among the judges. They say is ‘isse extra marks miltey hain.’ I was afraid of just one thing, “yar vahan koi meri daadi na khinch de.”

Anyhow, the song started first, and I was signaled to make my move. So off I went… HO HO HO HA HA HA… Dancing around… As I was told, I made my first move towards the judges. Meri itni fati hui thi k mujhe pata hi nahi chala k kaun judge hai aur kaun baki teachers. Bass sabb ko achi rishwat de di.. ;) Then I moved on to throw sweets to the small small kiddoos, who stood around me fighting for a single toffee. During those times, we found ourselves really lucky to get a 50p vali toffee from the dear Santa. And today to some were really lucky to have 50p vali éclairs and 1Re vale ‘Natkhat’ k lifafe… I think the children were deceived by the big bora on my back. Abb unhe kaun bataye ki isme toffees nahi newspapers hain ;)

Chalo the song was over, and so was my drama. I just pulled off my Santa Claus dress up to get into my normal mode, as I got back. I was declared second best Santa. :)

The best part in our Christmas celebrations was the Plum cake. A small slice of it that we got after the function was over and we had to retreat to our classrooms. Har bar socta tha k kisi tarah se mujhe do piece mil jayein. :D Kintu yeh mumkin nahi ho pata tha :(

I can still smell the fragrance of that delicious cake. Lovely unforgettable times…. They never come back :)

Merry Christmas Guys!!!

Antim Upkhyan(Episode)

Sabb kuch taiyar tha, sabhi sthan taye ho chuke they, nirdeshakon athva anya adhikariyon ne apni apni manzuri de di thi, kalakaron ne bhi tarikhein de di thi, lekin achanak, ek mukhya kalakar bimar pad jata hai aur uski jagah adakari karne vala aur koi kalakar uplabdh nahi tha… aakhirkar, film thapp pad jati hai aur ab uska kuch nahi kiya ja sakta…

Ji deviyon aur sajjno, yeh hai mere Hyderabad Safar ka antim parinam. Shuru karne se pehle yeh vaada karta hun ki yeh mere ‘Hindi Meri Matra Bhasha Hai’ shrankhala(series) ka antim kyansh(episode) hoga. Aapki sahuliyat ke liye maine shabd kosh(dictionary) ka sehyog leker kahtin shabdon k arth dewargeron(brackets) me likh diye hai. Yeh hindi dekh kar hairan mat hona. Mai yeh vakya hindi k shabd kosh ki sahayata se hi likh raha hu.

To bhaiyon aur unki behno, kuch jyada nahi hai aaj kehne ko, bass itna k mera Hyderabad jana radd ho gaya. Karan iska yeh hua ki hum dono me se ek mukhya adakar, mera saathi kuch sankat me pad gaya jiski vajah se humara vahan jana abb namumkin hai. Dukh to hai hi, lekin ek bat ki khushi bhi hai k maine in chann dino me bohat kuch seekha. Mai is blog ke madhyam se apne mitron Chahita, Archana, Mishika, Shweta, Nitin, Nitesh, Neetu, Vivek evam Ojaswini ko, jinhone apna keemti waqt nikalkar, vaad vivid ki taiyari karne me mera sath dia… aur Suneet, Tarun Aditi, Rajanvir, Vikrant, Shuchita, jinhone meri poori honsla afsai ki, ko tahe dil se shukriya ada karma chahata hun ...

Angrezi ko Hindi me anuvad(translate) karna…. Tauba.. Agar aap me se koi aisa karna chahata hai ya bhavishya me kabhi aisa karega to mai use ek salah deta hun k apne sath ek disprin ka patta zarur rakhey.. Bohat zarurat padti hai inki. Aur han, agar tum ladkiyon ke sath karya kar rahe ho to apna batuva ghar pe bhool kar aye.. ;)

Dukh to lagta hai, kyunki aisa suavsar (opportunity) bar bar nahi milta, lekin yehi zindagi hai, jo hai use swekar karna hi iska niyam hai… Fir bhi yehi chahata hun ki bhagwan kabhi kahin mujhe ek hindi vaad vivid karne ka mauka zarur dena… Mai apne doston k sath voh haseen pal dobara vyateet karna chahata hu.. Vo angrezi ko padhta, vo sar ko khujlana, table ko peetna, vo shabd-kosh kholna, vo kholkar band karna, hatash hona, roothna manana, hasna hasana, vo fokat ki parties aur vo zabardasti kharacha karvana …… Tum chattan ho doston… ( You Rock Guys!!!)

Inn chann shabdon ke sath mai is hindi k bhoot ko tata bye bye kehta hun…. Aur vapis apne normal hinglish vidhi(mode) me pravesh karta hu…

NO MORE HINDI!!!

Alvida…

Some Things in Life... Never Change..

Yes that’s true… Some things in life really don’t change… anyways... That was just the title of the post, I’d rather say a deceptive title of the post coz … bass man me icha utpann hui to yeh title title likh dia… koi khaas vajah nahi hai…

So as the trend goes for every Thaparian blogger, after the end sems, the post about the exams, the semester, the tushan, the crushes, the teachers, the marks, the grades (not pointing to anybody) and bla bla bla… I’m NOT gonna do the same… I’ll just write about the semester, the crushes, the teachers, the tushan, the grades and yea… Hyderabad…

About the semester… umm.. Nothing official about it… ek bat samajh me a gai.. teacher pe impression hai aur baton me tashan hai to tumhe marks dene se koi mana nahi kar sakta.. :)

“Some things in jugadbazi never change…”

About my crushes… Had many this semester… and some serious ones too (Not Deepti (ma’am) of course) My close frnds might know their names... I’m not gonna post anyways coz of personal reasons. (actually political, social, physiological, legal, interpersonal, etc. reasons)

“Some things in tharakbazi… never change..”

My grades… Pathetic as ever.. although end sem kafi hadd takk phood dia, still I’ll manage to get a CPGA to just over 8, that too just coz of an A in trng.. (baki Deepti (ma’am) ji ki kripa rahi to Micro me bhi A lagg jayega)

“Some things in Thapar never change”

Something about Hyderabad

Kafi hairat se dekh rahe hooge ki yeh hydrabad kahan se tapak pada beechon beech… To deviyon aur sajjno, avastha kuch aisi hai ke jo vaad vivid sammelan mera delhi me hone vala tha vo abb Hyderabad me hai aur mai vahan jhakk marne ja raha hu… jhakk marne ki to bachpann se hi aadat hai meri, so mujhe is karya me jyada kathinai nahi hogi… Lekin sabse uttam kathinai is bat ki hai k mujhe abhi takk koi khabar nahi ki maine vahan jaakar karna kya hai…(aish ko chorhkar) abhi do din pehle mujhe vaad-vivad ka vishya pata chala hai… sunnna chahenge kya??? Matt suniye…. Kehta hu rehne dijiye aur yeh khirki(window) band karr dijiye… maan jaiye meri baat….

Khair .. kehna batana mera farz tha aaur sunna samajhna aapka… abb mai kya kahun.. to bhaiyon aur ek do ko chorhkar baki meri farzi behno, mere vaad vivid ka vishya hai…

“SOSHITON KA ARTHIK EVAM SAAMAJIK SASHTIKARAN KEVAL SAHAKARITAON KE MADHYAM SE HI SAMBHAV HAI...”

Maine bola than a mat suniye… abb bhugto…..

“Kuch chezein zindagi me kabhi nahi badalti.”

Umm.. Finally a line or two about Kabul Express.. The movie was good. Arshad Warsi was mindblowing and the direction was superb, it was like watching Aaj Takk and Cartoon Network at the same time.. (with a glimpse of FTV )

Daman reached theatre on time (for a change) lekin uske time pe pahunchne ka kuch khas fayeda nahi hua… (Thanks to su, C and dassi) koi na Daman, We’ll give u another chance next time… But I’m sure, He’ll be late as ever…

“Some Things in Life... Never Change”

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.’”