Chaath Puja....missing out again

Its been just 15 days I m back from home after DP vacations, but I surely missed the auspicious diwali & our great chhath puja. For we bihari’s chhath puja is very pious & is the biggest festival. We can afford to miss any festival away from home but we can’t afford to leave this one in particular. It has great importance in our life & belief. I have been captive in this college since the day I got into my Alma. It’s not that I donn love my college, I certainly do, but I hate the principal & the vice-principle with their fucking set of rules. This isnt a local or religious puja of Orissa so we don’t have holidays here. But yeah this is something, when every one certainly misses home badly…as much as I do.

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Since, I had the chance of attending the puja only in the 2nd year. It was awesome carrying the basket laden with puja materials, fruits, prasads, big bunches of banana, long long sticks of sugar-cane on the head, the males in the family are given the opportunity to carry it bare footed up to the ghaat (pond, river source), I started carrying when i was in 10th coz the elder son takes on the onus as its considered very holy. I have been enjoying this puja till my 12th it’s always awesome!

Last time in the 3rd year, I couldn’t go home as the internals (alias; mids) were scheduled. It wasn’t a great deal to miss out, but couldn’t go home anyway... missed home badly! So did mom missed me…his only but talented son, she couldn’t talk to me for her voice has gone heavy & she was crying the last time. I had decided to go home next time even if it accounted me to miss the mids.

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But...as we say “history repeats itself & it did” the cliché has been true. This time too the mids are scheduled at the same time when the chhath puja is. I had always wanted to go home, but couldn’t decide. Called mom & had a talk with her, asked her if I can home, 2 days earlier the puja? She wanted me to come home, but she candidly denied. She said it’s been only 15 days I have returned from the DP vacations, so advised me to just relax. She said, “It would be hectic on your part to travel”. I refuted her; said it’s not gonna be a great problem but she wanted me to stay & continue with the internals. I was very eager to leave the mids as its now has become a stale thing…any how it was decide that: I have just returned from the vacations so it was better for me to stay & continue with the studies as mommy says often.

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Today is 4th Nov…it’s a day, I ll always commemorate…No, no, nah, I guess I won’t forget this day for the reason I guess my blog reader’s know well…”The great engineering picnic of EEE roadies”. Today it was the 2nd day of internals & they were pretty okay as I was the 1st one to come out…I mean finish the paper from my hall in both the sittings; all the thanks goes to Rahul & he may forward it to persons whom he likes (as they helped him to get the Qs before). An hour with Rahul before the internals and I m sure that I m not going to fail, I may sound pessimist but I bet U, It wouldn’t have sound better if I would have said the other way round i.e. I m going to pass…(hahaa).

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It was the 1st day of the puja, where mommy pays all the tribute & worships chhathi maiya (maiya: mom) our religious name, gives water to her as a symbol of respect & utter faith to the setting sun in the ghaat (pond or river side). Papa would have carried the prestigious & religious basket over his head bare-footed to the ghaath & my sis (a lil fatty) would have all the pleasures listening to her new i-pod (although a duplicate one, but for her it’s an i-pod…let it B).

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Its was PAPA calling on my cell today evening & it was mom wanted to talk...hiding her heavy voice & pretending that she's fine but she wasn't. I knew it as there was nothing much to talk about followed by her silly Q. After some time she couldn’t resist & bursted out…crying over. She said, “son I have denied you to come but don’t feel like doing anything without you. All these festivals are chore without you” & cried over phone. Oh! it was so pinching, I just wanted to rush out & reach home, if I could, but I couldn't…I really couldn't. I thought I should have gone yaar…internals weren’t a big deal. Mommy would have felt better, even I would have done the puja ah ! missed it out all over again. But on the other hand Junaid (JUNI) was walking along with me returning from Sanjay’s home. Well I said mom “come’on mommy stop crying its okay, it’s been just 15 days I have come”, imagine I m iterating the dialogue which mommy has patented. But who can stop those tears it were out for her only but talented son, wouldn’t mind if U wish to throw the talented out of it, those tears would engulf & fill the eyes of every mom in the world when her son or daughter is away from home in the festivals & special occasions, may be Christmas, E-id or whatever…I reconciled mom saying, “mom there are a lot of friends who missed-out the puja as they were so long distance apart from their home at least for them please stop crying who would escort them if I fly out to you for I m nearer. We all played the chhath song in loud speakers & wanted to feel like being @ home. How honest was the attempt mommy? Okay now stop crying it won’t be good if u break out again”, its hurts…By any means no 1 in this whole world can make her stop crying except herself. I bet U, but again it’s MOM…who has cuddled the world in her laps & my mom is the same, lovely, caring & utterly dies for his only & talented son (hope u r not annoyed). I love her so much I can’t express as I don’t know how to? Some one please teach me…please!

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Tomorrow morning it’s the 2nd day of chhath, when the same puja would be repeated for the rising sun…the auspicious & great puja would end. I can see my mom worshipping, the way the aunties do & it would be the time for the Prassad…its distribution & subscription (I mean sevan). I know my sis is in full profit, she would handle the prassad section. Any ways I won’t be awake to witness the great morning but I can only anticipate it to be as superb as it always was, getting up @ 3am & preparing for the puja which would end by the sun rise & worship.

So tat’s our Chhath-Puja which drives me crazy & I m freaking out as I missed it. No one to blame but the time as I always say & believe: Destiny has surprises in store for me.

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I missed out…this time too, but some day I would surely make it to home @ Chhath-puja & would carry the basket (full of almost everything) bare-footed to the ghaath & would cherish the moments of eternity, utter faith & worship with my family & the community. I guess by that time I would gift her (my sis GUDIYA) the original i-pod which she always dreamt of & I would shed the sin of being her only biggest enemy in the world between her & her i-pod, the way I M today.

I love them…the sentence itself is the only proof of my inner self.

This writing is my tribute to my ever-loving & pious mom, who has been my inspiration.

I shouldn't B alive

Tête-à-tête with Death

Just after the laurels @ RRL & NIST, we were flying high in the sky. The confidence was boot-strapped by our hard work & generosity. Then we were on for the branch picnics. Every branch had organized their picnics & so it was, we the ‘EEEians’ hung out for the picnic on Nov 4^th’07. We choose to go to a beach as it was our only option. The place Paralakhemundi is in the extreme south & is an estuary to Andhra-Pradesh. The neighboring areas are full of beaches & ponds, which make a bee-line for all the picnic spots & adventurers. But one thing is of utter importance i.e. whether it be Palasa beach or any other normal beach in the vicinity; every beach is very-very dangerous for its high flying tides which are very cruel & conflated with immense energy… So we EEEians were on for the Party. We choose to be @ Srikakulam beach, same stuff. It was nothing but a death-trap. We boarded into a dilapidated bus counting its ages, but yeah! high on acceleration & celerity. So tumbling up & down we travelled to our dive like bunches of Humpty-Dumpty.

I observed the dumbest of guys who had jitters talking to girls had gone for a make-over. My GOD so much fun, so much singing, dancing & all that, I loved it. Felt as if school-days were back. It was so refreshing. I m not criticizing the fun & frolic but the thing which I saw in the bus was a strange view for me particularly or U can say the 1^st ever of its kind since, I joined engineering, the college taught me to maintain a distance from the opposite-sex, to mind, to stay away from them & rest, the girls taught us (not all…mind it!) as they maintained such a high-profile, GOD knew y? My school was much better! We dint had women’s-libber coz we dint needed it everything was just so accurately default, so much love & respect for everyone sprawled from inside. We missed this kinda co-operation from our opposite-sex in engineering indeed where we are expected to grow-up, but I felt my self much more matured in the school, no shame & no embarrassing moments working, playing & reading together. Since it has been 3 years being in the same branch & college so I shouldn’t complain about all this as it has now became a stale subject, who cares? God knows what’s the problem? I remember the very old dictum, “wherever women are concerned the un-expected always happens!”

Reverting back to the picnic & the bus… We reached our destination tumbling & my GOD it was so kool, such a superb place to hang out with. I was just thanking all who have selected the spot. It has a long bridge like structure spreading into the sea for few meters & the pillars supported it. It gave us a feel of a light house. Altogether the place was really nice, but yeah it was a dead beach, only few people who accompanied their repertoires were present. So me, kiran, pritish, samal, manoj & others decided & started playing volley. Playing & dwindling into the water we were enjoying to the utmost. It was a catchy & charming moment. But as I say destiny has some more surprises in store for me or something else for me to amaze. So I was going to experience a death-stroking more particularly breath-stroking stunt. In the meanwhile of volley we interrupted & we started making human colosseum & it was decided that a guy will climb & would jump into the water. It was fun giving exercise until.

Water was also very friendly. But the nightmare came true for me. I slipped the human architecture & suddenly lost the earth beneath. It was so strange, just imagine…ha! Even spookier to imagine isn’t it? So I though I would again gain the land. But it was the acme of my surprise I was pushed into the water to the side where level was dread & was flowed away strongly. I said to my self, it can’t happen to me common! Stop this game. But I was literally shocked inside the water (very salty indeed). I was getting deeper & I was encountering shocks. I tried to call Kiran, Hold me! Hold me! But I can see him static & restless. He could do nothing but to shout, “Sinha! Sinha!” I felt as if he was asking where you are going. Now, how could I answer him, such a stupid Q? It isn’t a joke he was really helpless & could do nothing but to shout for help, as he dint knew swimming neither I. Chandan (nick name: BURLA) when I met him, showed a strange expression, déjà vu as that of kiran. Samal too slipped off the architecture. I was unaware of this fact, but he was in a much safer situation @ least better than me. I wanted to jump but I missed the podium upon which I can lift up. On the other hand the much arduous work was to act against the water which was as strong as a wall. It doesn’t allow you to defy & grasp a breath. I rose, jumped with all my might & took a flashy breath to continue the vie. I was getting terror shocks. I was slipping off & off. So is this the end? I asked? May be! was the answer my reflex prompted. I couldn’t believe that all my frnds were standing & they are not moving a bit, literally struck by brazen shock. They had no other option then to see me flowing & getting away from them. I remembered the innumerable stories of people’s flowing & being drowned on to their voyage to picnics. I could see my name in the LIFO: Last in to the OCEAN & First out in the newspapers. Spookier utterly spookier!

In the small time I remembered everyone & everything I could. I could see my mom crying & grasping for breath. I could see all my laurels being wasted as all of them were recent wins & I was prepared for the ultimate end. I even remembered that my 3^rd mid & 5^th end sem were still unscheduled & I m unable to attend them. Most hurting fact was that I couldn’t add any further to my Achievements List as the recent wins were just the rookie season for me. I saw everything I could in that poky time of my tryst with death. I was wearing a blue band which was the only subtle & perceptible symbol as my arm waved for help. No one, neither the public present over there came forward. It all happened in such a short span of time, I can only presume you all to understand. I can actually find myself fighting inside the water, kicking it, punching it hard to get-up but I couldn’t. I was so helpless felt like crying, wish some one could have help me! Please my heart cried for help a message sprawled inside, “save me! U all are my friends…plz plz do something fast. If you be late to come to me, what’s the use? I would be gone by that time, make it fast friends…I need you.” I wanted to scream but the acerbic, barbarous, bestial & callous current didn’t allow me to convey this silent message. I wanted my friends to understand & everybody out there to do the same. It was so true & frightening, I m getting pilomotor-reflex (goose-bumps) narrating this. Trust me!

So finally the climax’s over, I remember the discovery series “I shouldn’t B alive” a perfect alias for the header.
TARA, my friend, somewhere was cuddling like a baby emulating a fish in the shallows of water, heard me. He came forward caught me! I could feel, Thank You GOD I m going to live now. Ah! I m relieved. He was like the GOD’s errand boy to me. He caught me & I pulled him towards me to get the grip. He wanted me to come forward, paddle forward. I could see nothing but TARA. He was my only hope. He was the narrow line between my life & death. Then some swimmers dared to come to me. A boy pushed me form back & I put in all my tactics to come away from the danger. I wanted to live, yeah! I wanted to live, seriously enough of this bad & void game. Oh finally I was safe to the shore badly defeated by the tides. I could see samal grasping & laughing as if it all was a joke. He too was punished but not like me. It was not at all a good experience. Kiran, Chandan & every one came to me, cushioned me expressed their fear that spelt inside them it was so true brazenly; I could see the fear so crystal clear on their faces. Never have I seen such frightened faces.
Thank You TARA, GOD & everyone…who love me. Here is I m safe & strong.
But the intrepid TARA was the gutsy lass who gave me my life back into my palms & felt as if he whispered “LIVE ur LIFE to the fullest this time”…which led to my lifetime achievement at IIT & much more…, soon to come on my flash list…Oh! Indeed it was very peculiar. The whole drama was so petulant & of course a never-ending, never-forgetting fear had made a mansion inside my heart & the memory is as fresh as if it all happened yesterday. Then I got my self dressed well & sat like a good-BOY (suna pilla in Oriya). That’s how my 1st picnic in engineering was an event to be ever remembered for me & all my friends who saw me drowning …A fresh anecdote of trauma ends for us or may b it’s a new beginning…! Of my life.
But one thing I can assure, after all this game my life changed a lot. I was destined for something & I m on the track to accomplish…my mission. For me life itself has been a game, ever since I m playing it.
Rightly said by Steve Jobs, “Your time is limited; just don’t waste it living someone else’s life”
Finally I should end with something I started i.e. “I shouldn’t B alive”… but I m.

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Tryst with TTE (uncle) @PALASA.

I was returning from bbsr after the counselling of my near village boy, got him adimtted into our college in Chemical engineering. It was the penultimate day of counselling so options were meager for him.
I arrived @ the BBSR platform, had 90/- in walletS & din’t wanted to get the ticket but the previous day while coming from palasa to BBSR in Vishaka express, in general boggies I had been caught by TTE for not having a ticket & I fooled him by saying that sir ! coz of the rush & the boisterous nature of line I couldn’t get the ticket, the man was really nice & abalzed by my confident look jst asked me to pay the nominal charge i.e. the fare itself, 70/-. It was so painful for me to loose my papa’s 100/- note.
One thing I have always encountered & I donn know whether its only with me or so…that wheneven I have a ticket no one comes to enquire & no one checks, I get angry feels as if I did a mistake getting the ticket. This time I really dint want to get one. But the spookier TTE’s face appeard bfore me & I got a sub-ticket. Ya ! A sub-ticket I mean it…, which means ticket upto the penultimate station not the actual station. So I got the ticket upto Berhampur coz it was 50/- (a round figure). I had low balance in my wallet & cell as well. I had planned as to save 20/- so that I can pay the bus fare & can get safely to Paralakhemundi the place where my ALMA MATER is. It was a very asymmetric kinda feeling, u know when u have no money & still u have to travel & reach as it’s a compulsion, so with the ticket to Berhampur I was ON to get to PALASA. I ran to the platform as it was getting late & I boarded into PRASHANTI express @ 5.45am at platform 3. The journey was nice, I managed to get a seat later, spent some time sitting at the door plate facing outwards. So after 4 hrours of journey I landed @ PALASA & as the boggie was just next to the engine so it actually stopped very far jst near to the place where the platform ends. So I got down & was walking down, wandering what if I m caught again, how would I manage to escape. In the mean while I could see the TTE catching the people who were tryin to escape from the rear end & through the tracks. I decided to sit up for some time & the by the time the checking would be over & I woul safely escape. BUT destiny has something else in store for me, some more surprises ! haha…Some one patted me from the back.
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• Preson: TICKET please !
• (Oh ! my GOD this is what I was thinking about, how cum he knew, Is he a clairvoyant ? )
• Me: Yes sir !.................................. (I showed the ticket)
• Person: What is this ?
• Me: sir, I fell asleep & by mistake missed the Berhampur station.
• Person: okay ! Pay the fine 275/- ……(I ridiculed !)
• Me: Sir, I m a student can’t pay so much !

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He handed me over to the head TTE.
The head scolded me & I defended as it was not ma destination & it all was a mistake! I pretended, again ma confidence saved me ! I had maintained a very confident look & jst peeped into TTE uncle’s eyes. He was trying to frighten me but invain. I said sir ! im an enginnering student @ Paralekhemundi but on the occasion of GANESH PUJA I had to go Berhampur. He said , its ur mistake & its not a sleeper or nite time tat u fell asleep, I refuted.
Later he asked me my I-card, shit ! I dint carry it sir !
He said, “ how can I presume that ur not telling a lie, u must have the i-card in ur wallet else I can’t help U”.
I defended as sir ! I was in a hurry. He asked me to come with him, I followed.
In the mean while he caught another person who dint have a ticket & fined him heavily. I knew I m going to be safe ! so I sat confidently. He even offered me to pay 100/- & fly away else I would be fined. I said. “sorry ! sir I have only 30/- in hand u can check! ”. He told me to open my bag searched ma pockets, pant pockets, my mixture packets even. Got nothing ! enquired abt ma branch & year ! I could now presume that I m going to get to my alma soon ! He became soft & his voices followed him as well. So this the spookier TTE had turned to ma TTE uncle & I started to confer in ENGLISH to give him a hint that I m really an engineering lass. Finally our climax conversations were,
TTE (recently truned uncle): Tomorrow U would go to foreign & u would be A class officers would u repeat the same stuff. Would u like to be caught by a RPF again ?
Me: Sorry ! uncle.
He took me to the stairs & then told a lady TTE to allow me to go.
I thanked him, sayin “THANK YOU very much uncle !”
This is how I escaped, nah ! not exactly escaped but was legally advised,
is’nt that ?

If you can read this, then thank God !

Recently, I was speeding up for my tutions in the evening when I observed something deep and confusing. I was discombobulated observing some of the odd things that God has made into the material existence.
While driving, I saw a boy not more than fourteen years selling famous novels by great authors. I asked him: "Are these original ones?" He readily said yes without realizing that they were not originals. He didn't even know to differentiate between the original and the duplicate ones, maybe, because he had never got a chance to see the original copies of the same books in his life.
Then I asked him: "Do you have the alchemist by Paulo Cohelo?" He then spread all the books distinctively on his palm, such that the title of each book was visible and said: "I don't know, but I've only these. Please buy from them only."He said and insisted me to buy. He knew how to display the books to the customer and just few minutes before from then on, I had seen him stopping in front of only those cars whose owners were driving or were at least sitting at the back seat.
So, ultimately he also knew which sections of the customers are to be targeted. He didn't know to read and write, however, he had the practical knowledge - who all would be willing to buy, how to approach the customer, how much time to spend with each customer and so on.
If he could learn the practical knowledge, then, maybe, he could grasp through the marketing concepts as well. It's just the matter of opportunity. Those who get it, take it for granted; and those who are unfortunate, they never come to know that they had been struck by an opportunity.
It was then that I felt the need for education and awareness. There are many institutions and organizations working for the same cause, but it's pointless to educate these children without educating their parents. It is not them who are willing to work for endless hours at the roadside, but their parents who are forcing them to do so.
Many children who enroll for the Non Governmental Organizations (NGOs); in most cases, they stop continuing after a few months as they fail to add to the income of the family.
In their childhood, they act as a source of mercy to their poor parents who use them to beg on the roads. A debile child makes it easier for its parents to look more pitiful and miserable.
In their adolescence, they are always kept away from books and other sources of education, just because then they would not be able to earn to support their family.
If, even by chance they feel the need for education and awareness, they are thrown into the pangs of 'the bad world,' which invokes them to live for some immoral reasons. Boys become addicted to drinking and smoking and girls are forced to sexual practices.
Finally, in their adulthood they get married to have more children and more income.
This is the scenario with present India, where no ones is at fault. It's just that the thinking process has to be altered. Once the thinking process is changed, the whole concept goes in favor of achieving growth.
Thank you God, for you made me capable to read and write. I want every citizen of every country to thank you like this.

~ HAPPY BIRTH-DAY " PRITISH "

THE KOOL SAMBALPURI.......GUY !

Hey folks...today is a special day...todays is PRITISH'S b'day. The B'day boy is of one of ma best frnd I have ever had.....it just crossed 12 in the clock while i was writting, so its a mis match in the publish...9th Aug is his actual B'day. The penultimate night I kicked him hard & wished him from the core of ma heart ! He's belongs to sambalpur, mY Birth-Place & the name fascinates me everytime i hear. He's very special to me & I pray may he live longer for years 2 come & achieve all the success that are bestowed 2 him...~

@ last HAPPI BIRTHDAY B'DAY BOY.....ALL AGAIN ~

~ MY PRINCIPAL IS A CODSWALLOP....!

Here's something bullshit...which confirms that my pricipal is definitely a codswallop not by nature but also by his brought-up...today i was sitting at temple with my girl-friend facing the unlucky & voo-doo administrative block the principal walked down to his home to take his lunch, he saw us sitting & there were a lot of other students sitting with their partners as well......any ways its a normal stuff & above all its a "co-ed" (co-education). It wasnt a great stuff, something went wrong inside the principal's arse & he called 6 of us sitting in the temple.

His intention was to target us & he was prepared to show his wrath & ire to both of us...prior to this he has also once warned us not to talk & meet. But who the hell is he to stop we fliers...!
He charged us like anythig....i reciprocated & in the mean time he uttered "BASTARD" .

I was jst out of condition i warned him, "Sir ! mind ur language & u can't use abusive words"
But what the hell is that...he was reluctant 2 hear all that....& thus i banged the door & went away.

The Journey of thousand miles begin with a single Step...

Model Exhibition at IMMT(previously Regional Research Laboratory {RRL},BBSR

The product MPPG...the ultimate...rural splendour !

Days passed there was another notice in the board & this time it was about a model exhibition to be organized in BBSR [Institute of Materials & Minerals Technology, (IMMT), previously and Regional Research Laboratory (RRL)]. All the colleges in the Orissa were invited to participate & we were completely jubilant to hear this, GOD knows ‘y’ we were so happy? but we really wanted to do something flamboyant & I guess this was an opportunity for us & we wanted to tap the floor. We decided that we will ride the wagon! We took up a project, it was pedal power generator, that converts mechanical energy generated via pedaling into electrical energy & thus this energy can be harnessed to lit bulbs, lamps & a lot of other appliances. This was the simplicity of this project, but unfortunately this project which was taken up by our seniors was incomplete, they couldn’t put an end to this & thus this was an infamous stuff.

The Stage all SET for ROOKIES ! @ RRL, Bhubaneshwar
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It was the audacity of we four (one of us is presently no more associated with us but we were happy to have him since). We took up the incomplete project & we were utterly confident that we can finish the project & can deliver a touch of perfection to this imperfect version of the machine. We had only one month left with us & the job was very hectic to complete. No one was confident that we can deliver a master stoke, instead every one believed that all our effort is gonna end in a fiasco & were waiting to ridicule us. But it was our pump that led us to hold the helm even in the toughest of the tuff situation. It was an awesome learning experience & u know what, we learnt a very practical rule of life that “Never expect anything from any1, coz it really hurts!” but the problem with us was, that we did ! from the college management, our friends & others.
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"HONCHO" @ THE DIDACTIC SEMINAR BY director, IIT-KGP

Particularly .......! not friends but some of the persons, were really jealous of us & they started bullying us, they commented as…”Comon! Yaar every body takes up this pedal power,... have something interesting”. These statements were meant to belittle our confidence & our zeal but unfortunately the try was unsuccessful. We were tough guys @ work & were out on a mission & therefore this was the pump which refueled us every time & saved us from the negativity of others. Thank GOD ! I had partners like MRINAL & VIKASH sir…..i can say with 200% confidence that these 2 are the best partners, I could have to rock show this whole world. One thing I would like to admit that nothing was planned in our case nor was that we 3 will form the prestigious “I-group” but we did, it was out attitude & fate that bonded us together & we conquered the epitome which we had set for ourselves. We learnt a lot from this tryst with life & we rookies had nothing to loose but a lot to gain, so we were on. There’s a dictum powered by my real life excursion & Mrinal says that ....> i.e. “Take RISKS, coz if I win I ll’ b happy but if I loose then I ll’b wise, so its definitely a win-win situation, so y pain for gain?”.
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So I was talking about the bullying stuffs, I was complaining about the fellow students like us , who were just loosers & left with only one job to do & that’s back bitting. Now we were shocked to know that even some of our teachers donn believe that we can do this.
I still remember the day when we went out with our idea to Mir. Sadat Ali one of the veteran faculty of the mechanical branch & he’s M.Tech from IIT-kgp, we thought he would definitely spur us & would help us to go along with this paradigm, but we were literally shocked to hear something which was unusual, he dint had enough reasons to believe that we can do this, he gave us a jerk look. But that’s fine he dint denied us at the end & he forwarded our letter to go along with this project if we actually can, then we got it signed from our favourite Paarvati mam, she’s our biggest supporter in our college. Then we went out with the license to rock, but it was not an easy stuff, it cracked us nuts to continue. We went out to Berhampur to get a gear which can be fitted, to generate more rpm then we had a lot of plans but we were falling short of resources & support. We started missing classes & giving our time to the project, we knew no one would help us after initial support. Teachers refused to give us attendance though they knew that we were upto something constructive but they behaved as if were asking attendance to sleep in the hostel or wank in the loo. One of my branch faculty opined as....“ comon ! abhishek ! it’s unfair to give U attendance for free”. They all wanted me to be present in that boring class & be a member of chore stuff & follow the didactic way of teaching.

. The MECHANISM so simple but MODEL so ROBUST.

My control system mam told me, “what is all this drama that ur doing man, stop this shit & attend the classes regularly!”... I was hurt! That day, coz for something which u give ur 200% & ur madly into it, if someone says such killing words it penetrates. I told this to Vikash sir & Mrinal so that it would give me some relaxation & it did. They told me to listen & remember every thing word by word so that we can put a full stop to all those buggers & we can break the jinx that, " it’s impossible to do something being in such a remote place". The day approached closer & closer, our paper work started we colleted the samples of paper-work of the international journals from our idiot principal. Now u would be wandering why I m referring him as an idiot? The very simple answer is bcoz he deserves that notion. Haha! Lemme list you some of his great deeds,
1. We went on to him when only 3 days were left, for the competition & we requested him to please let us give relaxation from the theory classes for last 3 days, so that we can put our every effort to win. We were ready to do all the hectic lab classes but wanted some resumption from the theory classes. Guess! What would have been his reply!
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Ya! Ur absolutely right, that moron told us “NO, NO, I can’t allow you such things. Donn ask me that, we narrated him the problem, that since 8am-3pm the classes are there & then if we give only 2 hrs the work can’t b done, as the college & the workshop is shut by 5. But who would preach him? He’s the smartest of the smart & we really donn believe that he’s an intellectual. If he would have been an intellect, he would have easily granted us the 3 days half attendance, he himself knew Y we wanted that. But he showed & proved that he’s an asinine. There are lots more & so I guess ur not interested to know any more about that boring person, who doesn’t deserve to put his arse on that chair.
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Then we continued with our work without any break & any facilities, we bunked the classes & put in whatever we did had. Our model was ready & thanks to our guide “Mohapatro sir”. He’s such a great person & has so much of the practical experiences. Truly he was the person who told us that, “ya U people can go along with this incomplete stuff & I m with U, just go ON!” His help gave us the hope & without which we could not have gone a step further, so we can’t forget him ever, every laurel that we have brought is bestowed to him & I really doff that man for his simplicity & high thinking.
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So we were out with the wishes of Mohapatro sir & Parvati mam. I still remember that day it was the final of T20 between INDIA & PAKISTAN, we missed that & just we boarded into bus & with that loud cheer we could guess that, INDIA has won the T20 world-cup, this was a sign that we are going to win. We could carve out our destiny out of that, everyone in our group had similar intuition. We reached Bhubaneswar & went to RRL straight. The director of RRL Mr. B.K.Mishra is the brother of our X-principal Mr. D.K.Mishra so we had some advantage & we were boarded in an AC room & just beneath that room rested the director of IIT-kgp Prof.Damodar Acahrya, who was the chief guest of that occasion. The penultimate night was a night never to be forgotton, it was just like a Galileo stuff, I ll naraate U how?
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As Galileo uttered “EUREKA” as he had found something really exciting & truly fascinating for which he was toiling since so many years & something very similar to that happened with us. That night we were rehearsing for the final presentation & we were making the models on the chart paper so that we can make our stage elusive & attractive. So as I was pedaling, we usually connect the cathode & anode terminals & then we lit the lamps. By the time I was pedaling it was Vikash sir, who disconnected the terminals from the battery & to our surprise we could seee the lamp still liting……& then it was the moment of joy & euphoria for us, very similar to the “EUREKA” stuff….
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Now we were damn sure that we are going to win….we had encountered so many signs that our confidence bolstered. The next day we were ready with all our chart papers & the model, it was so heavy that we were exhausted taking it to the tent from the room. We started the preparations & thus all the students from different colleges arrived one by one & we could see one thing common & that’s the robotics model, it was dominating almost every one had a same kinda model but they narrated it as unique & all that bla bla……..but genuinely I dint find any difference & thus started the exhibition the guest started coming & we connected the alternator with the battery the UPS1. The battery too has its own story.
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Mirnal had just completed 5.point someone& was greatly inspired by the one of the character, where the guy used his own scooter to carry out all his experiments, so Mrinal took out his own UPS battery & used it to connect the alternator with. The idea was a success, although it was preety risky to use the fine battery for such purpose but he was bold enough 2 take risks…. & every one else in our grp was. It was hundred times better than the bigger-battery which was initially connected as there’s a linear relationship that bigger the battery greater is the self-drop, so the smaller battery proved to be the better alternative, hatts off to MRINAL!
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There's another reason for the above praise......there's a magic in his hand. The penultimate night we were making posters for our model which represented the various features in short & clearly. What an effort, he drew every picture single handedly & in one attempt & wow ! It was so sexy & attractive.....it was really nice....it couldn't have been better ...as it was, it gave us a sign that may B we are going to win the compeptition, who knows.....haha........but again I would like to re-iterate ...”hatts off to MRINAL!”
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I guess u know about shahrukh’s movie “SWADESH” by Ashutosh Gowariker, where the guy travels to the village taking the other two in a bike, we too had a similar feel & chance to experience that. We needed to cut a piece of wood in a circular fashion which was not possible by the usual machine in our workshop & there was only one elderly person (carpenter) who’s an expert, so we had to take him to the AID office in the vicnity of the college, but before that we needed to take him to his house in the interior of his remote village named “Peticota” to take special blades for the circular cutting. We took Mohapatro sir’s bike & no body knows driving except me. So I was the driver & Mrinal with that carpenter sir named (SAI-BABA) went to his village, got the blades & went to the AID office, Orissa’s chapter.
OK! Sorry for that flash-back in the midst of the exhibition.
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Life’s never easy man & so we were actually put to the real test for which were not prepared @ ll & guess what happened it started raining, which was suicidal for our presentation & particularly the battery & ya for all that robotics model toooo……….haha.!!
So, with no option left we let the rain come down & fill the floor. After some time our shoes were dip into water, it rose up to our ankle & we were giving the presentation without any fail or problem. Thank GOD! The model was robust enough but we had some doubts about the battery but it too helped us & everything was fine, our presentation was also very effective, every one appreciated us for that & ya the product according to a lot of scientists was a mediocre one. Scientists arrived one by one, & I remember one of them who was completely filled with negativity turned to us & said, “whats the innovation in this model? it’s a old one & not been much in use! No doubt ur presentation is preety impressive but the model isn’t that lucrative & people are actually reluctant to buy it.” We were expecting such queries & we were prepared for that…I replied to that like,
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“Sir, tell me what’s the utility of new innovation? to serve the people & the every scientific & engineering product is meant to help the people & make their life a lot easier to live with. Sir tell me in how many villages have U seen this model? How many un-electrified villages employ this technique to help themselves & lit their dark home, he was shut & then I accelerated as, sir…until U make use of already existing products which has the potential to serve the people how can U demand about the new innovation & what’s the use of new innovation…Y should we cry for something which we don’t have…...first we should make use of what we have!” He was impressed & his attitude had a U-trun…..we were completely jubilant seeing that shift & he moved forward to the other models. Then came a young jr. scientist Mr. Manish who was too impressed by our presentation. Exactly in his words , “U can win prizes but its difficult to win hearts....& u have won my heart...” . Guess what! Being a new-bie if u get such a a comment from a veteran its so encouraging & uttterly spurs ur internal acumen & we had every reason tp be jubilant about our efforts.
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But all this joy was terribly shaken by the response of the chief guest of the event Mr. Damodar Acharya, Director, IIT-kgp. For him it was a unimportant model & was not actually impressed by the project & dint even spared even 2 minutes, so that we can complete our presentation. So we were pissed off....the joy was really short lived & we were up with our plan no.2 where we shorted the introduction & directly jumped to the mechanism & the working principle & thus we could sustain the people's interest in the model & we made sure that the efforts doesn't turn out to be a chore stuff.
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We still had our plan no.3 & 4 ready......& thus we were completely prepared for anything & there was a burning in us to win the competition. Then it was the lunch time. We went to have our lunch into the main building....it was so majestic RRL. It really gave us a feel of something like a massive laboratory, where world-class experiments would have been carried out.
The lunch was served it was tasty but some all looked to each other & we were not happy as we could read each other's face & thus dint take the complete meal. In the meanwhile on the organizers turned up to us & said that “ur model may not so impressive but ur presentation is an effective one.” We were in dilemma that we should be happy or it was an indication that we are off bcoz of our model.......but let it be whatever it was.we decided & thus decided to give our best in the same way as we have decided & thus we all reassured ourselves & it was a real painful situation & we guess it was the real test, that was the point where we got the glimpse of the real jitter & the real taste of the top level presentation. After lunch we were again back on to our tents & started the presentation. We put in our plan2 & it proved to be effective .....& this time judges & the fellow people seemed gr8ly satisfied thus we could regain our lost confidence & smile.....haaa....so heres the time for conference & the results were supposed to be declared over there after the conference. Again we were re-assured by the news that director of IIT-kgp was not the real judge. We all went to the conference hall. It was so majestic OH! My GOD. It gave me a real HONCHO kinda feel........
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So the director of IIT-kgp started his presentation, GOD it was so boring.......so lengthy........about an HOUR.........ya I m not kidding........more than an hour.......it was damn killing & was comparable to a 3rd degree torture...
Finally, the results time.....the resuts were declared like........from the last...

The appreciation prize to NIST, berhampur.
3rd--->. KISD, BBSR (women's college)
1st---> IACR, Rayagada.....
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" V " for Victory THE victorious " i " group.

2nd---> JITM, paralakhemundi
wow! It was such a happy moment that I cant forget .....& we all jumped in the hall jus tlike anything.....we ran towards the stage & grabbed the prize money of 2000/- with the most valuable certificate wrapped in the envelope. The reward of all the hard work & toil.......truly it the result of our dedication & I guess.....such effort was obliged by GOD>.. we 4 were the happiest guys.......
Immediately I called home & informed mom.......ooh she was so...happy.....& everybody else was.....dad was also jubilant. I can say both are just bindass characters. Both never stopped me from doing anything......gr8 & always supported me.....they allowed me to do ma best in what-so-ever field I wanted. Truly ! All my achievements are bestowed to them & I m proud of them.......really.......!!!!

Model Exhibition at IMMT (previously Regional Research Laboratory {RRL}, BBSR)

Model Exhibition at IMMT (previously Regional Research Laboratory {RRL}, BBSR)


Days passed there was another notice in the board & this time it was about a model exhibition to be organized in BBSR [Institute of Materials & Minerals Technology, (IMMT), previously and Regional Research Laboratory (RRL)]. All the colleges in the Orissa were invited to participate & we were completely jubilant to hear this, GOD knows ‘y’ we were so happy we really wanted to do something flamboyantly & I guess this was an opportunity for us & we wanted to tap the floor. We decided that we will ride the wagon. We took up a project, it was pedal power generator, that converts mechanical energy generated via pedaling into electrical energy & thus this energy can be harnessed to lit bulbs, lamps & a lot of other appliances. This was the simplicity of this project, but unfortunately this project which was taken up by our seniors was incomplete, they couldn’t put an end to this & thus this was an infamous stuff.

It was the audacity of we four, one of us is presently no more associated with us but we were happy to have him since. We took up the incomplete project & we were utterly confident that we can finish the project & can deliver a touch of perfection to this imperfect version of the machine. We had only one month left with us & the job was very hectic to complete. No one was confident that we can deliver a master stoke, instead every one believed that all our effort is gonna end in a fiasco & were waiting to ridicule us. But it was our pump that led us to hold the helm even in the toughest of the tuff situation. It was an awesome learning experience & u know what, we learnt a very practical rule of life that “we should not expect anything from any1, coz it really hurts!” but the problem with us was that we did from the college management, our friends & others.
Particularly not friends but some of the persons were really jealous of us & they started bullying us, they commented as…”Comon! Yaar every body takes up this pedal power, have something interesting”. These statements were meant to belittle our confidence & our zeal but unfortunately the try was unsuccessful. We were tough guys @ work & were out on a mission & therefore the pump which refueled us every time saved us from the negativity of others. Thank GOD! I had partners like MRINAL & VIKASH sir…..i can say with 200% confidence that these 2 are the best partners any1 can have to rock show this whole world. One thing I would like to admit that nothing was planned in our case nor was that we 3 will form the prestigious “I-group” but we did, it was out attitude & fate that bonded us & together we conquered the epitome which we had set for ourselves. We learnt a lot from this tryst with life & we rookies had nothing to loose but a lot to gain, so we were on. There’s a dictum powered by my real life excursion i.e. “Take RISKS, coz if I win I ll’ b happy but if I loose then I ll’b wise, so its definitely a win-win situation, so y pain for gain?”.

So I was talking about the bullying stuffs, I was complaining about the fellow students like us who are just loosers & left with only one job to do & that’s back bitting. Now we were shocked to know that even some of our teachers donn believe that we can do this.
I still remember the day when we went out with our idea to Mir. Sadat Ali one of the veteran faculty of the mechanical branch & he’s M.Tech from IIT-kgp, we thought he would definitely spur us & would help us to go along with this paradigm, but we were literally shocked to hear something which was unusual, he dint had enough reasons to believe that we can do this, he gave us a jerk look. But that’s fine he dint denied us at the end & he forwarded our letter to go along with this project if we actually can, then we got it signed from our favourite Paarvati mam, she’s our biggest supporter in our college. Then we went out with the license to rock, but it was not an easy stuff, it cracked us nuts to continue. We went out to Berhampur to get a gear which can be fitted to, generate more rpm then we had a lot of plans but we were falling short of resources & support. We started missing classes & giving our time to the project, we knew no one would help us after initial support. Teachers refused to give us attendance though they knew that we were upto something constructive but they behaved as if were asking attendance to sleep in the hostel or wank in the loo. One of my branch faculty referred “it’s unfair to give U attendance for free”. They all wanted me to be present in that boring class & be a member of chore stuff & the didactic way of teaching.

My control system mam told me, “what is all this drama that ur doing man, stop this shit & attend the classes regularly!” I was hurt! That day, coz for something which u give ur 200% & ur madly into it, if someone says such killing words it penetrates deeper. I told this to Vikash sir & Mrinal so that it would give me some relax & it did. They told me to listen & remember every thing word by word so that we can put a full stop to all those buggers & we can break the jinx that it’s impossible to do something being in such a remote place. The day approached closer & closer, our paper work started we colleted the samples of paper-work from the international journals from our idiot principal. Now u would be wandering why I m referring him as idiot? The very simple answer is bcoz he deserves that notion. Haha! Lemme list you some of his great deeds,

1. We went on to him when only 3 days were left, for the competition & we requested him to please let us give relaxation from the theory classes for last 3 days, so that we can put our every effort to win. We were ready to do all the hectic lab classes but wanted some resumption from the theory classes. Guess! What would have been his reply!

Ya! Ur absolutely right, that moron told us “NO, NO, I can’t allow you such things. Donn ask me that, we narrated him the problem, that since 8am-3pm the classes are there & then if we give only 2 hrs the work can’t b done, as the college & the workshop is shut by 5. But who would preach him? He’s the smartest of the smart & we really donn believe that he’s an intellectual. If he would have been, he would have easily granted us the 3 days half attendance, he himself knew Y we wanted that. But he showed & proved that he’s an asinine. There are lots more & so I guess ur not interested to know any more about that boring person, who doesn’t deserve to put his arse on that chair.

Then we continued with our work without any break & any facilities, we bunked the classes & put in whatever we did had. Our model was ready & thanks to our guide “Mohapatro sir”. He’s such a great person & has so much of the practical experiences. Truly he was the person who told us that, “ya U people can go along with this incomplete stuff & I m with U, just go ON!” His help gave us the hope & without which we could not have gone a step further, so we can’t forget him ever, every laurel that we have brought is bestowed to him & I really doff that man for his simplicity & high thinking.

So we were out with the wishes of Mohapatro sir & Parvati mam. I still remember that day it was the final of T20 between INDIA & PAKISTAN, we missed that & just we boarded into bus & with that loud cheer we could guess that, INDIA has won the T20 world-cup, this was a sign that we are going to win. We could carve out our destiny out of that, everyone in our group had similar intuition. We reached Bhubaneswar & went to RRL straight. The director of RRL Mr. B.K.Mishra is the brother of our X-principal Mr. D.K.Mishra so we had some advantage & we were boarded in an AC room & just beneath that room rested the director of IIT-kgp Prof.Damodar Acahrya, who was the chief guest of that occasion. The penultimate night was a night never to be forgotton, it was just like a Galileo stuff, I ll naraate U how?
As Galileo uttered “EUREKA” bcoz he found something really exciting & truly fascinating for which he was toiling so many years & something very similar to that happened with us. That night we were rehearsing for the final presentation & we were making the models on the chart paper so that we can make our stage elusive & attractive. So as I was pedaling we usually connect the cathode & anode terminals & then we lit the lamps. By the time I was pedaling it was Vikash sir, who disconnected the terminals from the battery & to our surprise we could seee the lamp still liting……& then it was the moment of joy for us, very similar to the “EUREKA” stuff…. Now we were damn sure that we are going to win….we had encountered so many signs our confidence was bolstered. The next day we were ready with all our chart papers & the model, it was so heavy that we were exhausted taking it to the tent from the room. We started the preparations & thus all the students from different colleges arrived one by one & we could see one thing common & that’s the robotics model, it was dominating almost every one had a same kinda model but they narrated it as unique & all that bla bla……..but genuinely I dint find any difference & thus started the exhibition the guest started coming & we connected the alternator with the battery the UPS1. The battery too has its own story.

Mirnal had just completed 5.point someone& was greatly inspired by the one of the character, where the guy used his own scooter to carry out all his experiments, so Mrinal took out his own UPS battery & used it to connect the alternator with. The idea was a success, & it was hundred times better than the big-battery which was initially connected as there’s a linear relationship that bigger the battery greater is the self-drop, so the smaller battery proved to be the better option, hatts off to MRINAL!

I guess u know about shahrukh’s movie “SWADESH” by Ashutosh Gowariker, where the guy travels to the village taking the other two in a bike, we too had a similar feel & chance to experience that. We needed to cut a piece of wood in a circular fashion which was not possible by the usual machine in our workshop & there was only one elderly person (carpenter) who’s an expert, so we had to take him to the AID office in the vicnity of the college, but before that we needed to take him to his house in the interior of his remote village named “Peticota” to take special blades for the circular cutting. We took Mohapatro sir’s bike & no body knows driving except me. So I was the driver & Mrinal with that carpenter sir named (SAI-BABA) went to his village, got the blades & went to the AID office, Orissa’s chapter.

OK! Sorry for that flash-back in the midst of the exhibition.

Life’s never easy man & so we were actually put to the real test for which were not prepared @ ll & guess what happened it started raining, which was suicidal for our model & particularly the battery & ya for all that robotics model toooo……….haha.!!

So, with no option left we let the rain come down & fill the floor. After some time our shoes were dip into water, it rose up to our ankle & we were giving the presentation without any fail or problem. Thank GOD! The model was robust enough but we had some doubts about the battery but it too helped us & everything was fine, our presentation was also very effective, every one appreciated us for that & ya the product according to a lot of scientists was a mediocre one. Scientists arrived one by one, & I remember one of them who was completely filled with negativity turned to us & said, “whats the innovation in this model? it’s a old one & not been much in use! No doubt ur presentation is preety impressive but the model isn’t that lucrative & people are actually reluctant to buy it.” We were expecting such queries & we were prepared for that…I replied to that like,
“Sir, tell me what’s the utility of new innovation? to serve the people & the every scientific & engineering product is meant to help the people & make their life a lot easier to live with. Sir tell me in how many villages have U seen this model? How many un-electrified villages employ this technique to help themselves & lit their dark home, he was shut & then I accelerated as, sir…until U make use of already existing products which has the potential to serve the people how can U demand about the new innovation & what’s the use of new innovation…Y should we cry for something which we don’t have…...first we should make use of what we have!” He was impressed & his attitude had a U-trun…..we were completely jubilant seeing that shift & he moved forward to the other models. Then came a young jr. scientist Mr. Manish who was too impressed by our presentation. Exactly in his words , “”

MY- Renaissance

My life’s 1st paper presentation

HI, there to every body out here…….

It’s rarely said & heard, but this is 1 dictum tat I firmly believe on to,

“BY SEEMINGLY REACHING 4 IMPOSSIBLE ONE OFTEN DOES THE IMPOSSIBLE”

My life’s 1st paper presentation

I was back from the vacations, got into the 3rd year & thus was happy to be called as a pre-final year boarder. This was the commencement of 5th SEM, so started the new mettle. It has been often heard that 3rd year is the only year of engineering where U get a taste of real engineering which becomes devilish but not intractable. The subjects were OK……not that tuff but yaa…..not that easy tooo…I would like to re-iterate that the level of difficulty which I always confer is only in nexus with average students like me more precisely u can call us “7.0 pointer”. I have found a pattern among the various meritorious students around me, I m in EEE one of the toughest branch compared to others, I know a lot of people would demur to this notion but candidly it’s true! There a lot of stars in EEE, I mean they are very nice students who has the aptitude of making any teacher go GAGA over them. Every body on an average is a meritorious guy & some of them who are very good friend of mine are truly stars!

OK! Forget it…this time I was transferred to the 1st floor & I joined my new roomies & ya how can I not mention that, Vikash Sir who rests in room-211 & I was in 212, Nearby the panache. As per the principal of electromagnetic induction there was a kind of induction of new aplomb in me. I donn know from where did it came but ya ….it was into my system & I was happy. I was joined by another friend MRINAL ANAND. The pump in this man is jst appreciable & I m lucky to have him. I knew him before but came closer only this time via Vikash Sir. So thus the feeling of renaissance was ignited among us & particularly ME!

We started the “I” grp to help ourselves to improve the interpersonal skills. We were appendage by some other guys, Ajit, Anshuman Sir, Shailender, Rajiv, Mayur & we trio leaded by the lass so called Vikash Sir. Then we continued with that without fail & this really helped us to regain our lost confidence that we are good orators & I realized that likes of Mrinal are not only good but excellent orators. I was on a ride of complete make-over as never before.

After some time in the mid of September, there came the notice of paper presentation competition on the engineer’s day to be organized in the college & the topic was declared. I felt like this opportunity was calling me to show up every body my finesse. Then I came to know that one of my fierce competitor, the topper of my college was into the competition. She’s a 9.0 pointer & truly an excellent student. She has already proved her credentials & has presented lots of stuffs. But my competence was to put to test immaculately this time & this is my mind itself that has put pressure to me, I expected lots from myself, coz there was a reason to fight. She’s a very proud girl who has showed a lot of disrespect to others. I can’t forget that day when she messed up with me & ridiculed me & that point was the end of our friendship, ya! There was a point when we were good friends but that day I realized this friendship was just a joke. She has done 1 good thing to me i.e she has under-estimated me! & every1 in my team.
Thus came the day when I was all set to give my life’s 1st paper presentation. I mustered my self to win & not to let her do the same. It was me with Vikash sir & we gave the presentation. It was an effective 1. Then it was mrinal’s turn next with Rajive & then it was her’s turn. Hers was a mediocre stuff, but the damage was yet to be done. There was a questionnaire round & our friends asked some nice Q, it was not irrational, the Q were completely justified & to the topic, but our dear topper was shut, completely shut! To her surprise she was not expecting such stuffs but sorry baby its ur onus to respond to the queries related to ur topic. But again there is a term called frustration & they showed it, the poor team mate of her agitated to the Q asked & referred it as baseless, this was such a shit & is suicidal when ur giving a presentation. She lost most of her marks there but still managed to be entitled 3rd.

It was one of the happiest moment 4 me. Candidly friends I should admit this that I was happy not bcoz I was 1st but for she who was 3rd. Comon friends I m a normal guy @ the end & it was completely natural for me to react in such a way. Anyways this completely pissed her off & she took it very seriously I guess! She jst wanted to take revenge as it was unacceptable for her that some1 has overthrown her. But anyways it was her plight & she was awarded for that.

SO i m the happy man @ the END>>>>> haha...........

My 1st Back Paper...MPMC

MPMC (Microprocessors & Microcontrollers) was the latest subject in the 5^th SEM, mostly conferred about this malevolent subject from our seniors. Well we have Mast P*** & Mast C*****, aliased by seniors.

When we started reading this we could see the mettle stuff present ubiquitously in almost all the modules. To add flavors to this bugbear we had our favorite teacher (HUH!), who was literally an alternative to nothing coz else her there was no one who could teach us. That was again so unfortunate about us bcoz she was no better than any other newbie to this subject, having almost null experience about this particular domain she was assigned the prestigious job of teaching us, the “EEEians” so then started the journey of a chore subject & we could determine our plight from the initial modules & the way she prints on the board, Ya! I mean it she’s no better than a Xerox machine, but on a board & that’s what she’s doest the best.

Started the series of mid-sems and as usual I scored a meager. In all the mids, I scored so less that I can’t reveal it but anyhow by mam’s grace I could manage to score 12/30 (just pass). So I was worried if this is my score then what’s gonna B my plight in the end sem examinations. GOD knows! Yaar!

The toppers remain to be the topper and they continued to score high pro-formally. But how about me? Truly speaking, ya… “I can’t take any one 4 granted” whoever it may B. I literally & disguisedly spurned her. I went to the class with a single notebook with all the stuffs of the 5^th-sem in one jotter and more beautifully it contained the stuffs of more than 6 subjects; the leaf pad was a mere appendage of a magazine that was my favourite time-pass in the class, but man! I was not such a waste I did carve out something substantial & that was my new hobby ‘collecting words’ especially the Buzz words. Truly speaking if u wanna own a great vocabulary & improve Ur oratory then these magazines can quench & satiate you. I started reading different articles in the class itself & that’s the way I utilized the boring time out of the class study. Sometimes I needed to be very careful albeit the stuff that, “I m a professional back-bencher”, mam sometimes do visited the last row & just checked out what “I was cooking”. I was very happy, I read a lot of articles & hence collected a lot of words that were not usual then I stored it in my words loG & jotted down its meaning. This actually helped me to improve my vocabulary much.

But did all that affect her in any waY? Never yaar! & ‘Y’ should it affect her…she does her job faithfully by doing the Xerox on the board & then eyeing on a couple of her favourite students (guys). For every query then she had her own favourite quote & a cliché for us “Bohi Padha” (Read Books) how puerile? Even the message was conveyed to her that no one except some meritorious students was actually getting her. But still she was an ardent believer that whatever be the stuff she’s not gonna change & she continued in the same didactic way. So days passed, passed the mid sems & thus passed the 5 months.

Oh ! my GOD ! the routine is out only 20days left for the 5^th end-sem & what about this exigency? It demanded urgent solution & that could only be solved by reading or u can say! getting by heart. This paper actually needs no concept but its something that U have to remember a lot. Here U shouldn’t ask why? Bcoz the stuff you have to learn is what that happens inside a microprocessor. Ya! The same that happens inside a computer & you must have heard about the Pentium processors, we had also studied that.

Honestly then started the series of study & I particularly studied MPMC it was cracking me nuts but again with no option left I tried to make myself comfortable & my friend helped me a lot in making things a bit easier for Me. ThanX 2 her for she wouldn’t have been there I would surely have been drowned. Whatever I really worked hard @ the end & guess what I became confident in that subject, at least the theory part & the problematic part was the programming that was not an easy stuff. Programming was actually a different one from that of a C & C++. It conflated the assembly level programming which was way beyond my reach & in the labs whatever the programming being done was all bouncers & I let then go safely. Who would take risk? Well the reason for such cognition was interest. I literally lost interest in that particular subject & thus every thing is lost if U loose the interest.

Whatever! The “D” day (judgment day) arrived on 22^nd Dec, 07. I was reassuring my self, trying to be confident and I became a bit, but destiny in nexus with BPUT has more surprises in store for me and for every body else.

Won’t U believe what happened the penultimate nite. “Rumors spread faster than inferno” the cliché is very correct. God knows from where we encountered so many confidants around the state & the myriad of questions waved in the hostel & the boisterous crowd rumbled throughout the night with their billowing Q-set to every one. A lot were happy in disguise having the virtual dossier in hand just before the end sem paper. I too blinked on the Q-set after all I m an engineering student yaar, no better than other guys but a bit different. My rommie dint sleep the whole nite & this shows the amount of toil we put in for MPMC. But i can't complain & y should I ?

As it was my fault, i dint studied it earlier and the i faced the repercussions. I went to bad at 3am & got up at 6am. Then i preferred to revise the stuffs, i was not OK ! with the block diagrams, they were cracking me nuts and i had to actually carve it out into the paper and i took that with me all the way mugging upto the examination hall. I threw the paper & was reassuring my breath and in this process i felt that i gained some confidence but who knew that the life expectancy of this propitious confidence was so short-lived? Any ways next i was on my seat and was staring at the external and was wandering whats inside the chamber of secrets that he was holding. The secret was about to unveil in about a minute or so & This was again astonishing, the BPUT maintained its spooky name. The set was too tufff @ least 4 me...I would like to re-iterate that Toppers continue to remain toppers & they remain impregnable.

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Programming & only programming , such high level programmings that its not even gullible 4 the teachers, but thats the way thing goes in BPUT...ultimately we are the ones who relapse.

Its not a new situation for me, as i have already encountered situations like this where I had nothing to do with the Q-set...bcoz the situation demands wat U know & not what the Q-is all about & thats the strategy I followed...lets C whats gonna B my plight, as I m really sceptical about clearing this MPMC paper...Friends its really pinching when after giving such an input to an arduous paper, U think ur on the track but @ the end the 3 suffocating hours when ur BIRO is paralysed gives U a feel that u were a waste the whole sem & that is the way U need 2 compensate when supplementary is out of the scene...hey I m getting Goose Bumps, i can't describe more >>> well its a real time experience, but it doesn't mean that its a bad paper or something like that, all what I wanted 2 say that at the end everything depends upon the Q-set & u need to be prepared 4 every surprise BPUT has in store for U....someday U ll realise that when ur mustured for any kinda situation to face U either get a cake walk set or even herculean stuff >> it all depends & the concept remains the same & true this time too "SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST"...!!!! BYE FRNDS ~~

So friends U must be thinking abt my result & ya ur absoltely correct this time i was really unfortunate & i dint mantained my neat & clean track record, I got a back in MPMC & with the GPA dipping as the share market crashes.....so i would jst foucs on clearing the papaer anyhow as there's no more supplementary xam.......& i need 2 appear 4 it with the juniors.........its a matter of shame & bete noire for me.....

Thats all for this time folks.......hoping U like this & i ll come up with the next part of ma life after this U-turn...........byee take care.......