A book falling on the foot from a great height would hurt lesser than a pin prick on the foot and the former would be ephemeral in comparison to the latter which would leave a mark. The smallest of things hurt the most. Sometimes we say or do things which are not at all important to us or we think we could joke around about it unaware that to someone it is like a pin prick.
I know its tough to understand why everyone is not like me, why does he not have the same sense of humor or why does he take things to his heart. But then it is vital to realize that he is not like me. He feels and touches things differently from me. He may like what I like, he may do what I do, but he has his own ways and his own happiness factor, for that matter an emotional factor.
He is my friend, I can say anything to him he’d not feel hurt, he knows im kidding. But is he able to take jokes to the same extent as me. Does he have the same emotional feelings I have about things. What If he does not like joking at all. All this is imperative but do we really ask ourselves this when we say something about someone. Are we sane enough to think before we speak. If not we say it and then we regret. We feel remorse for what we said, but spoken words cannot be taken back.
An old man once told me, anger is like an eraser. It erases our capabilities to think. We already don’t think before we speak and if the little sanity of cognizance we have is also erased then we would be bantering rather than speaking. One must think before he speaks, or better still one must not speak if he has nothing good to speak.
I too have been through lot many situations where I experienced remorse and realized it when it was too late. Too late to be forgiven. Its not tough to speak at all, even a 2 year old can speak. Speaking the right thing is what is tough. We should always take a moment to think before we speak.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
A Delicate Cohesion
Collect a bunch of ants and put them in an entirely new environment. Immediately they explore and adapt to their different and challenging surroundings and gradually move to their objective of gathering food and returning to their colony by following the pheromone.
Now, gather a bunch of students and put them on one project. Analogous to ants the students should explore and adapt to the various panoramas of each other and eventually visualize a common goal to effectively achieve it as one cohesive group which sadly isn’t true.
Very commonly we are by default considered to be functioning like ants. Instead of being individually judged, a mass of us are judged in a group and each individual in turn is expected to reach out for an equivalent position. Though studying under the same theme, each student has his own bucket of thoughts and packet of actions. When two persons with different buckets are brought together they try to minimize the conflicts in their ideas. Imagine if four or more different buckets were spilled together then instead of creating a new bucket, an excessively useless new mixture of failure would be formed.
One must argue that this is not always true. In a project if all aspects are not explored the project may have some shortcomings. But if all these aspects are brought together at the same time then the project would be a total mess. This is exactly what has been happening with me and my projects. I am made to work with people having various interests and no matter how hard I try to push my interest, the project always ends up being something which is a convergence of the ideas of all the members.
I sit back and think had I worked with people matching my interests I may have been able to reach my ultimate goal and not something much more condensed. In a restricted environment where the administration has its own set of fancy rules trying their level best to suppress and torture each and every student this kind of cohesion is almost impossible. Instead of being given the freedom of innovating and producing quality ideas, our new born ideas are given no heed and are buried even before they get a voice.
I ask why? Why are we not encouraged to produce new results. Why are we made to work on previous results. I don’t want to do what’s already been done. I want new ideas to float all over and maybe create something which I can be proud of. I just hope that this delicate cohesion is no longer continued and maybe someday we will see people following their dreams and not killing them.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
The MKFHIA
(Pronounced as Mafia – Dude the K is silent)
A brief description of the most stochastically functioning MKFHIA group I’ve encountered in my life. All members are garrulous and have the most amazing sense of humor I’ve seen. Now let’s see why it is called the MKFHIA.
M (Mota) : As he is rightly called; he’s the guy one can visualize with a machine gun in the hand and a cigarette stuck between the lips. The only thing missing is the mascara on his eyes. The guy knows What to speak when to speak and most importantly how to speak. He has an added ability to flexibly twist his body in a robotic manner when the groove is on. He loves to be on a high and the best part is, he is loved only when he is on a high which mostly he is.
M’s Pastime : ” Kaffia”
M’s Hottest Line : “Don’t mess with my girl”
M’s Good Mood Reaction : “Any crap talk related to ABSOLUT”
K (Kyle) : The eldest member of the MKFHIA. In fact he grew older just a few days ago. Most logical and well reasoned member. The calmest I must say.
K’s Attire : “Icard + Specs”
K’s Normal Mood : “A warm smile”
K’s Best Expression : “Abeee Saaallee”
F (Fatty) : She really does not fit into the word but she surely responds to it. Another dimension of the human physiology can be introduced simply by studying this woman for not more than a day. A sparkling smile does more than justice to her lovely presence. A new look of her hair gives the o la la chill down the spine. She has an amazing ability to ameliorate the sickening pain of college lectures. In fact attending lectures with her is more fun than bunking them.
F’s Color : “Purple”
F’s Coolest Gesture : “Hug/Jaddu ki Jhappi”
F’s Good Mood : “Jump Land OMG”
H (Hottie) : Which he totally is. Cutest cheek to be pulled but are very tough to reach. The guy has mastered the ability to play BE-2 and has successfully scripted it too. Now he has shifted to a more couched life of the Big Bang Theory. One peg and he’s out yet he is the most interesting character in the MKFHIA.
H’s Ride : “WAGON R”
H’s Bodygaurd : “I”
H’s Attire : “Bagged”
I (Pictorially the letter signifies the tallest of em all) : The guy has a sexy attitude. The MKFHIA is incomplete without him, especially on the dance floor. When walking he is in a different level of vision, the top most person. Dude it’s his height I’m talking about. Another BE-2 player and an awesome gangster.
I’s Fav Gesture : “\m/”
I’s Best Word : “BC” (Usually understood by lip reading him)
I’s Attire : “Long”
A (AK/Ink) : Ive never met someone like him before. The drummer aka designer is another extremely calm guy of the gang and though sometimes in his own world, the gang is entirely empty without him. A’s the guy who makes the eyes turn when he enters the area. I’d say he’s the gangster with the designer drumsticks in his hands.
A’s Attire : “Baggy Pants”
A’s Best Expression : “Looking through his specs listening to you attentively and giving a genuine feedback”
Well this is the MKFHIA.
A brief description of the most stochastically functioning MKFHIA group I’ve encountered in my life. All members are garrulous and have the most amazing sense of humor I’ve seen. Now let’s see why it is called the MKFHIA.
M (Mota) : As he is rightly called; he’s the guy one can visualize with a machine gun in the hand and a cigarette stuck between the lips. The only thing missing is the mascara on his eyes. The guy knows What to speak when to speak and most importantly how to speak. He has an added ability to flexibly twist his body in a robotic manner when the groove is on. He loves to be on a high and the best part is, he is loved only when he is on a high which mostly he is.
M’s Pastime : ” Kaffia”
M’s Hottest Line : “Don’t mess with my girl”
M’s Good Mood Reaction : “Any crap talk related to ABSOLUT”
K (Kyle) : The eldest member of the MKFHIA. In fact he grew older just a few days ago. Most logical and well reasoned member. The calmest I must say.
K’s Attire : “Icard + Specs”
K’s Normal Mood : “A warm smile”
K’s Best Expression : “Abeee Saaallee”
F (Fatty) : She really does not fit into the word but she surely responds to it. Another dimension of the human physiology can be introduced simply by studying this woman for not more than a day. A sparkling smile does more than justice to her lovely presence. A new look of her hair gives the o la la chill down the spine. She has an amazing ability to ameliorate the sickening pain of college lectures. In fact attending lectures with her is more fun than bunking them.
F’s Color : “Purple”
F’s Coolest Gesture : “Hug/Jaddu ki Jhappi”
F’s Good Mood : “Jump Land OMG”
H (Hottie) : Which he totally is. Cutest cheek to be pulled but are very tough to reach. The guy has mastered the ability to play BE-2 and has successfully scripted it too. Now he has shifted to a more couched life of the Big Bang Theory. One peg and he’s out yet he is the most interesting character in the MKFHIA.
H’s Ride : “WAGON R”
H’s Bodygaurd : “I”
H’s Attire : “Bagged”
I (Pictorially the letter signifies the tallest of em all) : The guy has a sexy attitude. The MKFHIA is incomplete without him, especially on the dance floor. When walking he is in a different level of vision, the top most person. Dude it’s his height I’m talking about. Another BE-2 player and an awesome gangster.
I’s Fav Gesture : “\m/”
I’s Best Word : “BC” (Usually understood by lip reading him)
I’s Attire : “Long”
A (AK/Ink) : Ive never met someone like him before. The drummer aka designer is another extremely calm guy of the gang and though sometimes in his own world, the gang is entirely empty without him. A’s the guy who makes the eyes turn when he enters the area. I’d say he’s the gangster with the designer drumsticks in his hands.
A’s Attire : “Baggy Pants”
A’s Best Expression : “Looking through his specs listening to you attentively and giving a genuine feedback”
Well this is the MKFHIA.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
A SPEC-tacular Story
The smallest things in our life matter so much that we just overlook them and take them for granted. This incident I am about to tell you is something that is very common and can happen to anyone. It goes like this.
A few weeks ago I had been asking mom to get me new frames for my specs. She kept on opposing this demand of mine saying that my present frames are perfect (which they surely were) and that I don’t need new ones now. Alright, fair enough. But I still wasn’t satisfied enough to stop cribbing. So one fine day mom takes me to the optical shop. Sweet..! Not really. After exploring through the glass shelves for about an hour and trying each frame and staring aimlessly at myself in the mirror, I give up and finally realize that my present frames are way better than what I could have traded them for.
Glad as I was, I kissed my frames and wore them again with a new love for them, feeling more stylish and sexier (which not to boast I already am). So not even a week passes and I again start craving for a new frame. So off I go again merrily hopping to mom with lots of positive vibs and hope. And then just outside the kitchen I say, ‘Ma, I need new frames’. Hearing this mom turned. With whatever hope I had come to her the reaction mom gave me was more than reassuring, infact excessively optimistic maybe fishy. With the sweetest smile on her face and the softest tone in her voice she said, ‘Adu, don’t you understand in one go’. And you would not believe the kind of expression I had on my face. The amount of positive vibs with which I had come and the amazing reaction with which mom replied, all my hope was suddenly crushed yet I wasn’t sad rather I could feel a pack of laughter about to erupt. Then it happened, we both started laughing at the way I so optimistically asked for a pair of frames and mom so lovingly refused them.
Come to think of it, maybe I dint even require new frames, just wanted to demand for new ones so that’s why this happened. Whatever it was this was fun. So again with my frames on my face I continue seeing through them.
Then one fine Wednesday morning when the sun was right above us, I decide to go visit my friends. As careful as I am with my eyes, I pull out my sun glasses (which have +1.75D lenses, enabling me to see clearly) and put them on my eyes. Now as I am very well aware that seeing without those lenses in front of my eyes is pretty tough for me, I grab my lovely set of frames and stuff them in my upper shirt pocket. Cool what a perfect day it was. Reaching at the rendezvous I am glad to meet my friends and so are they. As we walk down the streets something makes me touch my shirt pocket. As obvious as it seems, yes its true, my lovely set of frames were not there in my pocket anymore. A sudden chill ran down my spine. Where are they? How could I have been so careless? I don’t want new frames. I want my old frames back. What’s done is done. No its not. I plead my friends to retrace my path just in a hope to find my specs. They agree and we walk our way back to the origin. All in vain.
Some emotion it was to lose my brilliant set of frames. Everyone tried to make me feel better saying aaaahh adi great now you will get new frames. But I so wanted my old frames back, I was in love with them. They were perfect for me. How could I have even wished for new frames. So still trying to keep it out of my mind I spend some time with my friends and its around 5:30 pm in the evening that I realize that I can no longer keep my sun glasses on. How could I keep them on with the sun setting but then how could I take them off without me being able to see. Tough call but I had to remove them. So squinting my eyes I see the number on the bus and safely board it. Now clinging on to my other belongings (cell phone, sun glasses and my wallet) I stand and wait patiently for my stop to come. After a nice half hour I get off tired and sad at my stop. Now wasn’t it a perfect day. To my surprise I mistook the previous stop to my stop. Great..! I shout for a by standing rikshaw and sit on it. Home sweet home…!
Mom sure was pretty enthusiastic about knowing how my day was till the time I told her that I lost my specs. Oh well the whole story rewound again.
So as a punishment for my carelessness I told mom that I am not going to get new frames for at least another semester and till then I would use my old frames. One day passed. And then another, but something dint feel right. Maybe it was the weather, no it was the back pain, no it was the lack of sleep, no now I know, it was the specs that were bothering me. They dint feel comfortable. It couldn’t be. I just stopped wearing them because I got new ones, they were perfectly fine. But no, still my eyes just refused to enjoy the view from these set of frames. So just the other day I went up to mom and said, ‘Ma..! These frames are not comfortable I need new ones’. To which mom replied, ‘Okay..! Lets wait for the weekend, then you and papa can go see some frames.’ As fast as time passed, the weekend came –today. Me, all excited and beaming went to the optical store. There yet again I saw almost all frames full frames, half frames, rimless, flexible, thick sides, thin sides and I shortlisted 3 out of them. Then it was time to choose. One was a full frame which was a little small for my eyes so I had second thoughts. The other was a half frame, pretty light but was somewhat a casual frame. The last, another half frame, a little trendy but it didn’t much suit me. Wow. After all the short listing I was back to square one.
Excitement all shattered I returned home irritated and angry at myself. The frames I lost were a pretty cool set. I loved my previous set of frames. Funny as it may seem, I now miss my frames. Finally, lesson learnt that everything big or small in our life matters and that we should not look over them instead look after them and cherish them.
A few weeks ago I had been asking mom to get me new frames for my specs. She kept on opposing this demand of mine saying that my present frames are perfect (which they surely were) and that I don’t need new ones now. Alright, fair enough. But I still wasn’t satisfied enough to stop cribbing. So one fine day mom takes me to the optical shop. Sweet..! Not really. After exploring through the glass shelves for about an hour and trying each frame and staring aimlessly at myself in the mirror, I give up and finally realize that my present frames are way better than what I could have traded them for.
Glad as I was, I kissed my frames and wore them again with a new love for them, feeling more stylish and sexier (which not to boast I already am). So not even a week passes and I again start craving for a new frame. So off I go again merrily hopping to mom with lots of positive vibs and hope. And then just outside the kitchen I say, ‘Ma, I need new frames’. Hearing this mom turned. With whatever hope I had come to her the reaction mom gave me was more than reassuring, infact excessively optimistic maybe fishy. With the sweetest smile on her face and the softest tone in her voice she said, ‘Adu, don’t you understand in one go’. And you would not believe the kind of expression I had on my face. The amount of positive vibs with which I had come and the amazing reaction with which mom replied, all my hope was suddenly crushed yet I wasn’t sad rather I could feel a pack of laughter about to erupt. Then it happened, we both started laughing at the way I so optimistically asked for a pair of frames and mom so lovingly refused them.
Come to think of it, maybe I dint even require new frames, just wanted to demand for new ones so that’s why this happened. Whatever it was this was fun. So again with my frames on my face I continue seeing through them.
Then one fine Wednesday morning when the sun was right above us, I decide to go visit my friends. As careful as I am with my eyes, I pull out my sun glasses (which have +1.75D lenses, enabling me to see clearly) and put them on my eyes. Now as I am very well aware that seeing without those lenses in front of my eyes is pretty tough for me, I grab my lovely set of frames and stuff them in my upper shirt pocket. Cool what a perfect day it was. Reaching at the rendezvous I am glad to meet my friends and so are they. As we walk down the streets something makes me touch my shirt pocket. As obvious as it seems, yes its true, my lovely set of frames were not there in my pocket anymore. A sudden chill ran down my spine. Where are they? How could I have been so careless? I don’t want new frames. I want my old frames back. What’s done is done. No its not. I plead my friends to retrace my path just in a hope to find my specs. They agree and we walk our way back to the origin. All in vain.
Some emotion it was to lose my brilliant set of frames. Everyone tried to make me feel better saying aaaahh adi great now you will get new frames. But I so wanted my old frames back, I was in love with them. They were perfect for me. How could I have even wished for new frames. So still trying to keep it out of my mind I spend some time with my friends and its around 5:30 pm in the evening that I realize that I can no longer keep my sun glasses on. How could I keep them on with the sun setting but then how could I take them off without me being able to see. Tough call but I had to remove them. So squinting my eyes I see the number on the bus and safely board it. Now clinging on to my other belongings (cell phone, sun glasses and my wallet) I stand and wait patiently for my stop to come. After a nice half hour I get off tired and sad at my stop. Now wasn’t it a perfect day. To my surprise I mistook the previous stop to my stop. Great..! I shout for a by standing rikshaw and sit on it. Home sweet home…!
Mom sure was pretty enthusiastic about knowing how my day was till the time I told her that I lost my specs. Oh well the whole story rewound again.
So as a punishment for my carelessness I told mom that I am not going to get new frames for at least another semester and till then I would use my old frames. One day passed. And then another, but something dint feel right. Maybe it was the weather, no it was the back pain, no it was the lack of sleep, no now I know, it was the specs that were bothering me. They dint feel comfortable. It couldn’t be. I just stopped wearing them because I got new ones, they were perfectly fine. But no, still my eyes just refused to enjoy the view from these set of frames. So just the other day I went up to mom and said, ‘Ma..! These frames are not comfortable I need new ones’. To which mom replied, ‘Okay..! Lets wait for the weekend, then you and papa can go see some frames.’ As fast as time passed, the weekend came –today. Me, all excited and beaming went to the optical store. There yet again I saw almost all frames full frames, half frames, rimless, flexible, thick sides, thin sides and I shortlisted 3 out of them. Then it was time to choose. One was a full frame which was a little small for my eyes so I had second thoughts. The other was a half frame, pretty light but was somewhat a casual frame. The last, another half frame, a little trendy but it didn’t much suit me. Wow. After all the short listing I was back to square one.
Excitement all shattered I returned home irritated and angry at myself. The frames I lost were a pretty cool set. I loved my previous set of frames. Funny as it may seem, I now miss my frames. Finally, lesson learnt that everything big or small in our life matters and that we should not look over them instead look after them and cherish them.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
What is the 'Reason'
Not believing in something and believing without a reason are similar. This does not mean you stop believing. Believe in your instincts and then find a reason to believe. Isn’t this what we are all interested in – “Finding the reason”. If you believe you cannot then nothing can make you do it; if you believe you can then there may be a chance you can do it, but if you believe with a reason then you will do it.
Everything I say or do has a reason. Every argument has a reason, every solution has a reason. Come to think of it, each and every question too has a reason. If there can be a reason to the big bang theory and that quarks are the smallest particles then why cant there be a reason for those questions which do not have a reason. We sleep, eat breathe and do every possible thing for a reason.
What if mankind did not reason? Then we would not be the same as we are today. We would be least inquisitive in what makes to world around us. We would be mere puppets tied to the strings of mimicry and traditions. But some things are always left unreasoned.
We reason because we are curious. We reason because we need to know why? Our brain is constantly thinking of something, anything. Wouldn’t it be a waste we let it think of random things. Why not utilize our resources. Why not rather think of something which may help us think more. This is what makes us different from each other. A difference between a bright person and a not so bright person is the reason to reason. Our brain is constantly working and needs to be assured of what we are doing before doing it or what we are hearing or doing and it contradicts everything.
I am often termed as argumentative. Though some of the arguments are useless which are meant purely to manipulate people and get things done my way, but arguments are the reason I know what I know. If for my argument you do not have an assuring answer then I consider myself correct, which in reality may or may not be correct. But does it stop here. No..! Then I argue myself to find the reason to the argument and hence find the correct answer to it. ‘I’ here refers to every individual. That’s what we do. This is the firewood that burns the bonfire of our mind.
So always try to find a reason to every question that comes to your mind. You can never take things for granted. You must never follow rather you must lead.
A thought provoking quote: ‘I think therefore I am’. – Descartes
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Pitra - Paksha 2008
Hindus don’t have a special day assigned as grandparents day. Our thinkers have assigned full 16 days for remembering our forefathers/mothers every year. Paksha is equivalent to a fortnight.
It is the first time I am actually penning down the reason why I remember y forefathers. I have been blessed by my forefather/mothers as they share their ultimate terabytes of knowledge and experiences. Apart from genes/characteristics, knowledge, love and happy state of incompleteness too are the components that flow in us down the generations.
For me, correlation with my ancestors is not just a ‘fact of life’ but an important reason of my being, an encyclopedia of my past, present and the future. On my paternal side I know my grandmothers. I know my father and his siblings all of whom have satisfying reasons to survive and fight in this utterly competing world. On my mother’s side, I know my nana and nani who have given me detailed mythological knowledge of our beliefs. I may not believe in them but I respect our traditions and am proud of who I am. My grandfather/my mentor/my friend has imbibed and learnt the most this never ending course of life could teach. Being just a tadpole in Darwin’s theory for survival I consider myself the fittest as I have the resources and the experiences which my ancestors have passed on to me; yet I remain incomplete.
I am very lucky to have a guiding light for any and every situation of darkness I may face in my path. I hope my guiding lights are always there for lighting my path and directing me to the correct route.
It is the first time I am actually penning down the reason why I remember y forefathers. I have been blessed by my forefather/mothers as they share their ultimate terabytes of knowledge and experiences. Apart from genes/characteristics, knowledge, love and happy state of incompleteness too are the components that flow in us down the generations.
For me, correlation with my ancestors is not just a ‘fact of life’ but an important reason of my being, an encyclopedia of my past, present and the future. On my paternal side I know my grandmothers. I know my father and his siblings all of whom have satisfying reasons to survive and fight in this utterly competing world. On my mother’s side, I know my nana and nani who have given me detailed mythological knowledge of our beliefs. I may not believe in them but I respect our traditions and am proud of who I am. My grandfather/my mentor/my friend has imbibed and learnt the most this never ending course of life could teach. Being just a tadpole in Darwin’s theory for survival I consider myself the fittest as I have the resources and the experiences which my ancestors have passed on to me; yet I remain incomplete.
I am very lucky to have a guiding light for any and every situation of darkness I may face in my path. I hope my guiding lights are always there for lighting my path and directing me to the correct route.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
XYZ of Trust and Betrayal
Have you ever been betrayed? Has anyone ever broken your trust? Have you ever confided into someone who gave you away? Has anyone been leaking your precious secrets?
Maybe yes. Or maybe you never came to know. Or maybe you always overlooked it due to some vague reason. Trust, faith, hope and consistency are just four words in the English dictionary but I guess the four corners of the square that completes your confidence in a person – may it be family or friend. I’m not much of a mathematician but I inferred something from what all I have studied. Life is like mathematics:
Step 1: We trust someone for the first time. Why? No reason. It’s an assumption which will be proved correct or contradicted according to the variables involved.
Step 2: Now that you have assumed you trust the person, you have faith in the person. And yes you tell your secrets and ask your questions. You assume you are sure that the person can be trusted and you have faith in him/her.
Step 3: All right..! Hit and trial sure does work here too. You do a little back bitching about the person and interpret the reactions. Either ways your final solution is not much affected. So hit and trial is just to validate step 2. Move ahead. Ok. You assumed you trust the person and hence in turn you have faith in him/her. (One concept yet to be introduced in mathematics is – emotions). You now hope that the person will not contradict your assumptions. This is an important step and cannot be overlooked. So you take your time and observe the persons behavior.
Step 4: Life may be like mathematics, but I must remind you that the time taken to solve the problem is totally different in both cases. So assuming you have spent considerable amount of your time in completing the above steps, you encountered some fallacies. A tool called self judgment is used here. Being professional students I expect you all to have well developed brains and know how to use it (and I would not be wasting any time to explain the same). So you use this tool to interpret the fallacies. Once you are satisfied and agree to proceed, you can finally see that you are closer to the solution.
Step 5: If you have successfully completed the steps then you can confidently say that there is consistency between you and the person above mentioned in the problem. Congratulations. You get an A grade in life problems.
Ha.! If only that were so simple. Till step 3 everything is smooth. Come the step 4, yes there comes the fallacies. You thought that the variables are just variables. Ha ha. Yes they sure are variables but alive and walking variables just like you, each having an individual set of brain to further complicate your already complex problem. Step 3 was not as helpful as thought. You back bit remember. Like you are solving the problem for some person similarly some person is solving their problem where you are the ‘person’. There you go. Once they reach their step 3, there is stuff about you (fake or true) spreading like wild fire. Though fake or true was mentioned in brackets, it is the most significant thing in the previous line. Iff the wild fire is fake you can proceed like before and be fortunate enough to reach step 5. Again congrats!
But wait. If it is true, you know who did it. Correct.! Here the results from the ‘self judgment’ are not so pleasing. Your assumptions are totally contradicted and as it is said “tera to katta ho gaya”. For this situation there is another step:
Recovery step: Forgive.! Try again. Maybe you screwed up the solution.
Nah…! I would never go for the recovery step. Or would I? Should I.?
Finally I would say you are the judge of yourself. And you are the student and teacher of this problem of yours. There will not be any mentor solving this for you. But if you are damn sure about the solution then just take a deep breath and say “It’s life man, had to happen.!” Forget it and move on. If it’s tough to move on, don’t worry time never stops - it will make you move on.
That’s what I call the X.Y.Z’s of Trust and Betrayal….!
Sunday, August 10, 2008
First Robotics (out of station) trip - (29th-5th Jan 08)
Our experience in IIT-Kgp was one of the most amazing and lovely one ever. It is the first time I ever went on a trip alone all by myself. This trip meant a lot to me. I started of with a partial fever and bad health. But the care and support of our seniors and of course the chilled cold drinks (reverse treatment) cured me completely.
In Kgp (not to brag) we were the only team amidst the first years who could qualify the prelims. So once qualified we moved on to further show everyone what we were made of. We qualified into the top 16 then knock out matches narrowed down to top 8 then top 4 and then finally top 2. We came 2nd in this event. The event was a nail biting one. Final round was a best of three round and we gave our best. It was amazing.
Day wise program:
Day 1 (29th Jan 08):
We left from New Delhi Railway station at 10:35pm. I had 100F fever all night and next day morning too. Food from home was apt and supplies were good.
Day 2 (30th Jan 08):
Morning was chilly. We are still in the train. 4th yr senior’s home town is crossed. Supplies refilled. Day was long. Journey was tiring. Still fever was bad. I tried to act normal. At night we were sleeping and suddenly were woken up because Kgp station had come. We packed in a hurry and were lucky to get off the train in time.
In the Kgp campus it took lots of time to get accommodation and once we got it, we settled ourselves and slept in peace.
Day 3 (31st Jan 08):
Day was free. Registration for respective events was going on. We realized that campus was BIG and we had to walk a lot to the vikramshila – place where the robotics events were being held. Entire day was spent in fixing and assembling our robots. We ate in a small dhaba which was good. Night was late because our practice time slot was really late.
Day 4 (1nd Feb 08):
The day has come. Our first prelims event was held today. We were partially scared and excited. All those mixed emotions and the pressure was emanating from us. With lots of courage we completed the event in a very decent time limit. We qualified the event with pride and entered the top 16 out of 100 participants. Next day was not going to be easy. Competition was tough (I mean that’s what we thought at this point). Anyways we slept early.
Day 5 (2nd Feb 08):
Event was to be held at 9am but as usual it got delayed. At 1pm we finally presented our robots on the arena and wow!! the event was amazing. We cleared the event in a very short time and with great perfection. We were happy. We went back to our room to change and freshen up. But alas! Something had to happen. We qualified in to the top 8 and I received a phone call that our event is now and if we did not come in 2 minutes the other team would get a walk over. Like mad dogs we ran to the arena and were in time. But no, this was not enough. The structure to be built was a surprise one and man it didn’t seem easy. We thought that this was going to be our last event, so with lots of confidence (negative) we performed. As they say “best bot has to win”… We qualified into the top 4 and this was finally enough for today. This night we did not sleep as we were trying to improve our robots. I slept for 2 hours.
Day 6 (3rd Feb 08):
The semi-finals and the finals were held today. In this event we had all the JIIT participants at our arena giving us amazing support. Some luck was with us and our opponent robot’s wheels dismantled and yippeeee!! We got into the finals. The finals were held right after the semi’s. We had to build a structure and the structure whose height was greater won. The round was a best of 3 round. We won the first the opponents won the second. And oh my god the event was getting better. There was shouting, screaming and our fingers were getting sweaty. We placed a block they placed a block we placed another so did they. Damn! It was so close. We almost won. But… eh!! They took this one.
This was the one and only match we lost in the entire event. But we were happy. We jumped with joy that we won at IIT-Kgp. It was amazing. Our shirts were filled with graffiti from our beloved friends and seniors. We call it “college ka pyar”. We roamed around a bit. Saw the campus and slept early.
Day 7 (4th Feb 08):
Early in the morning we got up and got ready for the station because we had to catch a train for delhi from hawrah. We reached the station and boarded the local train. Scheduled time was 3 hrs. We spent most of the time sleeping. At hawrah we went directly to the station and reserved a place for ourselves. next we ate something and then went to see the hawrah bridge. Back again at the station I slept a little and finally it was time for the train. We safely boarded the train and were on our way home….
This was my first and most amazing trip for robotics. It has become one of my biggest achievements and greatest experience. I look forward for more such trips. Till then bbye..!!!
Cheers to my group -STRATEGISTICALS..... Rock on..!!
In Kgp (not to brag) we were the only team amidst the first years who could qualify the prelims. So once qualified we moved on to further show everyone what we were made of. We qualified into the top 16 then knock out matches narrowed down to top 8 then top 4 and then finally top 2. We came 2nd in this event. The event was a nail biting one. Final round was a best of three round and we gave our best. It was amazing.
Day wise program:
Day 1 (29th Jan 08):
We left from New Delhi Railway station at 10:35pm. I had 100F fever all night and next day morning too. Food from home was apt and supplies were good.
Day 2 (30th Jan 08):
Morning was chilly. We are still in the train. 4th yr senior’s home town is crossed. Supplies refilled. Day was long. Journey was tiring. Still fever was bad. I tried to act normal. At night we were sleeping and suddenly were woken up because Kgp station had come. We packed in a hurry and were lucky to get off the train in time.
In the Kgp campus it took lots of time to get accommodation and once we got it, we settled ourselves and slept in peace.
Day 3 (31st Jan 08):
Day was free. Registration for respective events was going on. We realized that campus was BIG and we had to walk a lot to the vikramshila – place where the robotics events were being held. Entire day was spent in fixing and assembling our robots. We ate in a small dhaba which was good. Night was late because our practice time slot was really late.
Day 4 (1nd Feb 08):
The day has come. Our first prelims event was held today. We were partially scared and excited. All those mixed emotions and the pressure was emanating from us. With lots of courage we completed the event in a very decent time limit. We qualified the event with pride and entered the top 16 out of 100 participants. Next day was not going to be easy. Competition was tough (I mean that’s what we thought at this point). Anyways we slept early.
Day 5 (2nd Feb 08):
Event was to be held at 9am but as usual it got delayed. At 1pm we finally presented our robots on the arena and wow!! the event was amazing. We cleared the event in a very short time and with great perfection. We were happy. We went back to our room to change and freshen up. But alas! Something had to happen. We qualified in to the top 8 and I received a phone call that our event is now and if we did not come in 2 minutes the other team would get a walk over. Like mad dogs we ran to the arena and were in time. But no, this was not enough. The structure to be built was a surprise one and man it didn’t seem easy. We thought that this was going to be our last event, so with lots of confidence (negative) we performed. As they say “best bot has to win”… We qualified into the top 4 and this was finally enough for today. This night we did not sleep as we were trying to improve our robots. I slept for 2 hours.
Day 6 (3rd Feb 08):
The semi-finals and the finals were held today. In this event we had all the JIIT participants at our arena giving us amazing support. Some luck was with us and our opponent robot’s wheels dismantled and yippeeee!! We got into the finals. The finals were held right after the semi’s. We had to build a structure and the structure whose height was greater won. The round was a best of 3 round. We won the first the opponents won the second. And oh my god the event was getting better. There was shouting, screaming and our fingers were getting sweaty. We placed a block they placed a block we placed another so did they. Damn! It was so close. We almost won. But… eh!! They took this one.
This was the one and only match we lost in the entire event. But we were happy. We jumped with joy that we won at IIT-Kgp. It was amazing. Our shirts were filled with graffiti from our beloved friends and seniors. We call it “college ka pyar”. We roamed around a bit. Saw the campus and slept early.
Day 7 (4th Feb 08):
Early in the morning we got up and got ready for the station because we had to catch a train for delhi from hawrah. We reached the station and boarded the local train. Scheduled time was 3 hrs. We spent most of the time sleeping. At hawrah we went directly to the station and reserved a place for ourselves. next we ate something and then went to see the hawrah bridge. Back again at the station I slept a little and finally it was time for the train. We safely boarded the train and were on our way home….
This was my first and most amazing trip for robotics. It has become one of my biggest achievements and greatest experience. I look forward for more such trips. Till then bbye..!!!
Cheers to my group -STRATEGISTICALS..... Rock on..!!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Second Year "The Beginning"
Another year of my life has successfully ended. No its not my birthday. I am talking about my academic life. A new year “second year” of professional education has brought me even more subjects than I had previously. But as an advantage I would say the subjects are of my interest. So it is now that our education as professionals that is “to be white collar people” has begun. Doesn’t it seem like a preplanned life college then graduation then job and so on. NO. We have to slog for it. So that’s what college is. Its just the beginning or should I say, it is the beginning and we must gear up. Either ways, we got to study our own ways.
Let me give you an overview of what the second year seems to me. First things first. I am now addressed as “Aditya Sir” (Courtesy Juniors). We are now the ones who have to help our juniors and set an example for them. We are officially the ones who are to rag the juniors. We are the center of attraction these days.
After two months of luxurious holidays, college on the first day was a pain. Air conditioners not working, water in water coolers nothing close to cool, faculty torturing us mercilessly hour after hour. Oh.! First day was bad. Second day did not bring any luck either. Now one week has passed and still a part of me is not comfortable. Being a day scholar I pity the hostlers who have to return to their not so comfortable rooms and eat the not so edible food. But never mind. Everyone adjusts.
So all I have left to say is, lets get to know our juniors and let them not be harassed - the college will do that. Lets become a little serious in lectures and lets become a little carefree after 3 pm. Lets just live life to the fullest keeping education in some part of the mind if not entirely.
CHEERS to all..!
Let me give you an overview of what the second year seems to me. First things first. I am now addressed as “Aditya Sir” (Courtesy Juniors). We are now the ones who have to help our juniors and set an example for them. We are officially the ones who are to rag the juniors. We are the center of attraction these days.
After two months of luxurious holidays, college on the first day was a pain. Air conditioners not working, water in water coolers nothing close to cool, faculty torturing us mercilessly hour after hour. Oh.! First day was bad. Second day did not bring any luck either. Now one week has passed and still a part of me is not comfortable. Being a day scholar I pity the hostlers who have to return to their not so comfortable rooms and eat the not so edible food. But never mind. Everyone adjusts.
So all I have left to say is, lets get to know our juniors and let them not be harassed - the college will do that. Lets become a little serious in lectures and lets become a little carefree after 3 pm. Lets just live life to the fullest keeping education in some part of the mind if not entirely.
CHEERS to all..!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
First year
It was 24th july 2007. After the crazy and painful ‘dakhile ki daud’ I finally managed to get into Jaypee Institute. First few days at college were pretty unhappy. So much discipline, uniform, rules and restrictions. It was like a prison. I heard that getting into college was like freeing a bird from its cage. But in Jaypee it was like putting a cloth on the cage. Time passed as it always has. Attending lectures, submitting tutorials and sitting for two hours in the suffocating labs had become my everyday routine. But yes, some part of me sure did enjoy the college. As I got acquainted with the way the college works, I knew that whining wouldn’t make a difference. Ok so if the college couldn’t give me fun, I will find fun on my own. Then it all started, bunking lectures and sitting in the café for hours, getting my proxy put but still sitting outside the LT in the khopchas, mass bunking labs and going to great india place to check out the ‘worlds of wonder’. I had become the ultimate fun person. This college gave me loads of friends, true friends, who always have your back and with whom I had the greatest times.
I or rather we joined an innovative club called ‘confluence’ related to robotics. I joined in big hopes of making sexy and shiny machines which blows our minds just with its looks. But what we were introduced to was nothing close to any of this. Still not losing much hope we made our first robot and took it to USIT, Delhi. Didn’t win anything but it was the first time. With experience and guidance we improved quite a bit and made it to IIT-KGP. Won a second prize there. That was one hell of an experience, something I can never forget (hope to make it there this time too). Now we are mainly working on autonomous robots though haven’t given up on manual ones.
Okay I remember, with fun comes academics. Along with the fun, I had some regards for my studies too. Semester one went bad and with the thought to improve, semester two went worse. Ah.! I knew I didn’t study. At the end of the day all I can say is that it was the first year it hardly matters, but that was just to console myself. Enough already with the academics. Ok ok..!!
After the first semester came the long winter break. It was the first time in the holidays that I realized that my college sure was loads of fun. Long winter break went by quite slow but it sure made everyone realize that after all Jaypee aint that bad a place to study and have fun.
Then came JIVE, our college fest. It was among one of the many infamous terms used and ridiculed by our seniors. But still being our first, the first years put in a lot of sweat in its preparations. Our fest was a hit. It was the one thing that I loved about the college, our fest. O.! It was lovely. I don’t know why the seniors had such an impression – maybe this time ‘we’ were there (he he). Altogether I would say that the fest was really very nice. Everyone was dressed up according to the occasion, cameras clicking, dancing to the DJ and feasting. Nice times.
Semester two brought nothing but studies for me (from the teachers side, still none from mine). It was a long and boring semester. Still we managed to bunk loads of classes and sneak to shipra or spice. In the end we even managed to get short attendance. It all happened pretty slow, but once the exams were over it was a big relief (apart from thinking about the results ). Summer break started then and I just lazed around and cultivated my hobbies.
Now I am sitting in my room writing all these wonderful experiences of the first year of my life in college, realizing the importance of finding pleasure in the smallest of matters that happen around us. Alas, now I can say I am ready for level two of my journey. Come to think of it ‘Jaypee’ rocks. Am happy to be a JIITian.
I or rather we joined an innovative club called ‘confluence’ related to robotics. I joined in big hopes of making sexy and shiny machines which blows our minds just with its looks. But what we were introduced to was nothing close to any of this. Still not losing much hope we made our first robot and took it to USIT, Delhi. Didn’t win anything but it was the first time. With experience and guidance we improved quite a bit and made it to IIT-KGP. Won a second prize there. That was one hell of an experience, something I can never forget (hope to make it there this time too). Now we are mainly working on autonomous robots though haven’t given up on manual ones.
Okay I remember, with fun comes academics. Along with the fun, I had some regards for my studies too. Semester one went bad and with the thought to improve, semester two went worse. Ah.! I knew I didn’t study. At the end of the day all I can say is that it was the first year it hardly matters, but that was just to console myself. Enough already with the academics. Ok ok..!!
After the first semester came the long winter break. It was the first time in the holidays that I realized that my college sure was loads of fun. Long winter break went by quite slow but it sure made everyone realize that after all Jaypee aint that bad a place to study and have fun.
Then came JIVE, our college fest. It was among one of the many infamous terms used and ridiculed by our seniors. But still being our first, the first years put in a lot of sweat in its preparations. Our fest was a hit. It was the one thing that I loved about the college, our fest. O.! It was lovely. I don’t know why the seniors had such an impression – maybe this time ‘we’ were there (he he). Altogether I would say that the fest was really very nice. Everyone was dressed up according to the occasion, cameras clicking, dancing to the DJ and feasting. Nice times.
Semester two brought nothing but studies for me (from the teachers side, still none from mine). It was a long and boring semester. Still we managed to bunk loads of classes and sneak to shipra or spice. In the end we even managed to get short attendance. It all happened pretty slow, but once the exams were over it was a big relief (apart from thinking about the results ). Summer break started then and I just lazed around and cultivated my hobbies.
Now I am sitting in my room writing all these wonderful experiences of the first year of my life in college, realizing the importance of finding pleasure in the smallest of matters that happen around us. Alas, now I can say I am ready for level two of my journey. Come to think of it ‘Jaypee’ rocks. Am happy to be a JIITian.
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