Indeed Me

Tweets for Dummies!

2011-04-27T14:51:00.002+05:30

New to twitter and confused about what to tweet? I have analyzed on what the world is tweeting about and here is my guide on how you may earn a few RT's at the end of the day.

1. Funny one-liner: Nearly 78% of the RT's * are these. Now you need to have a serious talent to cough up something original. While not being talented is not a crime, but not being able to google a one-liner is definitely criminal. So, google something that is not floating around the bird world already and enjoy a few mentions around the internet. Best advice is 'A funny one-liner every hour, makes everyone retweet you baar-baar' (That, sir, was original)

2. Be a star: Notice some familiarity among the people that get most RT's? Well, most of them are known faces in movies, sports, music etc. So, if you have a talent to have a fan following, go for it. Easier said than done, I know.

3. Star Power: Another lucky strike is to include every possible celebrity who is active. Carefully count the characters left after the piece of news/one-liner etc. and @include all you can in the space. Lucky few might get RT'd by one of these and that will be your ticket to the 'top-tweet' seat.

4. #Twitter is followfriday Sachin God: Okay, so you are desperate and have no talent and/or luck for the above. Try making a gibberish sentence with the current trending topics and keep tweeting every few minutes. Sure you may be classified as a bot by few, but who knows, you might get picked up by some real bots and get RT'd. No harm trying, eh?

Now, time to try my own luck!

* Yeah, fake stat.

IITs !

2009-07-25T01:05:00.002+05:30

I just noticed the list of current IITs and was surprised by my ignorance of the number of current IITs ! These were the IITs where students took admission this year. Note that

IIT Bhubaneshawar (IITBN)
IIT Bombay
IIT Delhi
IIT Gandhinagar (IITGN)
IIT Guwahati
IIT Hyderabad (IITH)
IIT Indore (IITI)
IIT Kanpur
IIT Kharagpur
IIT Madras
IIT Mandi (IIT-?)
IIT Patna (IITP)
IIT Punjab (IITRPR/IITRN ?)
IIT Rajasthan (IIT-?)
IIT Roorkee

Looks like we are getting out of suitable abbreviations ! :)

On a serious note, for the first time, a second round of allotment was held since many seats were left vacant after admissions. So, probably for the first time, the second round of allotment was held for IITs. Shame !!!!!!

Source: Wiki, http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/NEWS/India/Losing-sheen-Over-500-students-say-no-to-IIT/articleshow/4814025.cms

Statement of "Real" Purpose

2008-02-17T18:43:00.003+05:30

I hope writing a statement of 'real' purpose will motivate me enough to write the statement of purpose I need for my IIMB interview. So, here it flows.
"Starting with my background, my chemical engineering education at IIT Roorkee not only taught me how to use chemical engineering in industries, but also showed how it would be to live in a plant full of conversations of densities, viscosities and chemicals. I felt that it might not be a bad thing after all to try and talk about such terms, but man, I was wrong. Then I saw that everyone is running after MBA, so investigated about that option. Came to know that one needs to read Hindu for that, so I tried it also. But switched back to regular HT in two days. ET didnt even come to mind after that. So, I thought let me give a shot at CAT and try my luck, and I ended up getting some calls.
The tough story began now. Someone at coaching said that start reading ET, so I have been getting ET daily since that day, you can realize how open minded I am when it comes to hearing others. Also, I have come to know that you people want a clear vision of goal in life, now how can you expect that from someone with specs from childhood. Coming on to why I want to do MBA, I think I when I see that everyone at top posts are MBA, I am fascinated to what do you people teach them at your institutes that very few non-mba people reach higher. So, you can see my curiosity in knowing about almost everything I see. If you ask what field I want to pursue my MBA in, then you would be shocked to know that I have made a thorough study for that too. I read about finance recently and cannot differntiate between share market and fish market. I have heard that human resource is a waste of a job and no one goes to operations and marketing. So, I will let you have the honour to fit me in whichever place you want me to. See, how much I respect elders. And yes, I definitely want to have diverse options when I finally see some place to begin the career, since I have read that 240 companies came last year for recruiting a same number of students. See, I am a good reader too.
I am everything else you people want to have in a graduate for your institute. You name it, I have it. To end it in roadies 5.0 style, 'I am crazy about MBA'. (See, how closely I follow current affairs)."

Disconnected @iitg

2008-01-01T23:18:00.000+05:30

Some ten days after return from Guwahati, the first day of the year (Happy New Year !!) at Roorkee suddenly reminds me of Guwahati. Oh how much did we missed our campus out there...
The first steps into the big campus at iitg were suffcient to tell us that it would be a long week in the mountains. Already disappointed that the cell were not working, the "52 seater dedicated bus" was a treat to watch. Its better not to write much about that somehow working dedicated bus. After a yawning inaugration, rooms at the hostel reminded of the home at our very own bhawans. But they were fine for a week to spend. (Except of course non working tubelight for for which I was supposed to mail some authority from this place where I had no idea who to mail, and more importantly where to mail, forget the fact that I did not had a computer/laptop afterall. I was wondering when they will send the tubelight, maybe during next academy, and where, maybe on the mail).
Anyways, the vastness of the campus did not deter us to walk to the cc nearby, where fortunately I could discover some internet. The internet was found only for few minutes only though and rest of the days were disconnected. However, the major shock was to see the nearby shops which made us feel proud that our CL is not bad after all.
And the final shock came at the canteen. One dish to rule them all... yah.. only one thing avaiable at the nearest canteen, maggi. Anyways, major shocks were all over now and we geared for the ppts.
Yawns, yawns and more yawns. One more thing proved during the ppts, barring a few, btech is fraud everywhere, group 1 ppl may tell better as they happily claimed that they were all fraud. There were some good things for sure, Stud's PJs is not one of them (You know this guy is stud if you meet him). There were some bakras, IGBT and IGBT Power being the most. We had bollywood presence among us also as Mr. Anil Kapur a.k.a Mr. India. And the group 2 was proud to have an official photographer too. And it was some nice hospitality by Coordinator and party.
So the week ended quite quickly in the tight schedule and we were all back soon after a great week at iitg.
Ab neend weend aa rahi hai...sona chahiye :)

Banged @iitg

2007-12-13T22:35:00.000+05:30

It finally turned out to be a not so perfect beginning as it was expected. Its the inaugral day of 6th indo german winter academy and to say at least, its disappointing.
It was a fast start to the day, with a run at the airport to catch the dhakkan (oops...deccan) for my first trip to north east. A nice view at the Himalayas and the Mt. Everest helped the day but it is finally turning out that it was the best time of the day. 3 intriguing hours onboard, that too without anything to munch ! Well, atleast the flight was ontime surprisingly, and we reached Guwahati almost on time at 1430. And thankfully, the airport was better than that of Jamangar. Well, the best part of day was yet to come.
Its 2:30 pm, we are out of the craft, trying to restart the phones, thinking that they will show some glimpse of the signal, but of no use. Manju's words proves to be true. There goes one of the God's finest creation of modern times, cellphone. Well, not that we were not prepared. But it came to rather as a shock. Anyways, the taxi moved on, but not for long, one small mistake by our driver, and we were bang back on to car in front. And then it all started, in the middle of the road, the back of the car in our front was damaged badly, and the front of our taxi, completly battered. We all thankfully escaped with minor bruises. Some Assamese fighiting went on. We are stranded in between for an hour before we are rescued by someone and taken finally to the IIT Guwahati, which will be a long post in itself as you will see in the next post.
A nice beginning to lets see what may prove to be a long week at the (lot of bad adjectives to come after I write the next post) campus. Till then, goodbuy from this limited net facility, no phone Guwahati, about which I will describe tommorrow. Bbye.

3 Down (Updated)

2007-12-05T18:46:00.000+05:30

Its the most feared and most loved time of the entire graduation of four years. And I am really riding a wave of ups and downs (Its more of downs and downs). Still dont know what I am talking about ? Its the placement time. And I just hope no one have such a time I am having. Have a good look.

03/12/2007
Monday early morning
12:00 AM - 7:00 AM Prepared for the final exam.(slept for hardly 2 hours)
9:00 AM - 12:00 PM EXAM !!!
2:00 PM - 3:30 PM IBM Online Test
3:30 PM - 6:00 PM Prepared for the interview of Lehman Brothers at 6:00 PM
8:00 PM First round of interview at Lehman

Tuesday early morning
2:00 AM Shortlisted for the next round (only shortlived happiness)
3:00 AM Second Round HR Interview.
5:00 AM Second Round Interview
7:00 AM Final List came out (Rejected :( )
7:00 AM - 7:30 AM Tries to find some place open for breakfast (no sleep for the night)
7:30 AM Scheduled British Gas interview
8:00 AM Prayed to get the slot changed to the afternoon batch (Request granted)
8:30 AM - 12:30 PM Slept for 4 hours :)
1:00 PM Scheduled Process for British Gas
2:00 PM - 9:00 PM (Continuous process of BG, hardly 15 minutes relief period in the entire process !!)
10:00 PM Results Declared (I am in the waiting list - dunno to be happy or not)
10:30 PM - 5:30 AM Finally a good sleep just to get a shock in the morning.

Wednesday
6:00 AM Schlumberger came out with another shortlist, have few people less than the previous list, and I am one of it.
6:30 AM Got to hear that previous list was not the correct, this is the new, and is final. Disappointed.
7:00 AM Still decided to go to the placement venue for any ray of hope.
8:00 AM Vaibhav Tandon pulled off a beauty ! Got all the rejected people back for the GD Round.
9:00 AM Back at hostel, ate some breakfast, dressed up for the GD
11:00 AM Schlumberger GD
1:30 PM Schlumberger List for the interview round came out. And I am in it. (but still hang on, read next line)
1:35 PM List pulled down on account of some discrepancy.
2:30 PM Another list comes out, same as previous list minus six people. Needless to say, I am one of those six.
6:00 PM Back at hostel, just to get ready for ITC GD at 8:00 PM
6:39 PM (Writing this stupid schedule)

Its same clothes since last three days (almost)
but..

picture abhi baaki hai mere dost...

PS: Please pray for me.

Update:
9:30 PM ITC GD
12:00 AM Shortlisted for the interview round.

Thursday
1:00 PM Interview (No. 6 since Day 0)
1:30 PM Interview (No. 7 since Day 0)
2:00 PM onwards Tension...
2:30 PM Waiting...
3:00 PM Interviews going on...
5:00 PM Here comes the list...

And rest all is history.

Thanks for the prayers :) Love you all.

It Rains in Jamnagar ?

2007-06-06T13:57:00.000+05:30

Its some 20th day of my internship in Jamnagar and for the second successive day, I can see the clouds hovering over near this MAB, where I am currently sitting and doing nothing, nothing in the sense that nothing of the office work I am supposed to do.
As the frustration mounts of being in the office and doing hardly anything, I just saw outside the drapes of this suddenly noisy main building, and is surprised to see dark clouds. As per the disappointing information we got from our pantry boy, it rarely rains in Jamnagar. (Two rains in two years is not very inspiring)
My colleagues have also left today to enjoy a much better weather, while I stayed back to enjoy this good speed internet, as compared to the great dial up of the room. So, for once again, I have nothing to do but pass some 4 more hours in the office.
I am quite fed up by chatting and orkut is also down with some maintainance, and the words I can hear right now around me is as usual "...ppm level of sulfide in some blah-blah....", which i can tell you, is not at all inspiring for doing any work. Work I did today were,
1. Checked mail and orkut in the morning
2. Worked for around 45 minutes to finish off some pending work. (and i said that i dont work at all)
3. Created a google group for CAT 07
4. Had Lunch
And finally writing this one.
I can see some more clouds outside the window, and to answer whether it rains in JN or not, I will be back soon.
Cia.

Powerless

2007-05-30T14:54:00.000+05:30

"Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you,
But when you feel so powerless, what are you gonna do ?? "

Alas

2007-05-28T23:07:00.000+05:30

Just at the moment you think that life is back on the track, bang, yet another thing goes berserk. And again, it might be happening to me for the nth time. Its really off the track. Just when you think it is the time to enjoy, comes another wave, and everything in the ocean again. Here I am, standing in the front of a tunnel, and sensing a train coming.
Here I am, who was just hoping a resurgence of hopes, suddenly creeping under the burden of heavyweights.
Time and again, I am mocked at by life, but this time it wont be yet another mockery of sorts, its time to mend, time for revival, time for some serious action, may be destructive, may not be, hoping for the best. I am down but not out. Fun will be back again.

A Midnight Summer Dream - II

2007-05-27T00:24:00.000+05:30

The dream turning sweeter, or is it? Happy day, happier tomorrow, will it be?
Today, shall I call it happy, yah may be, but certainly the six sigma series wasnt remotely a happy expierence. However, a much much better time, and at this end of the day time, am I happy, yes surely.
More strange things are happening, I am turning more into a nocturnal writer, but I have no complaints with that. Spending more time at the central park, exhausting, but I would also take that as another good. Turning more electronically evil, and no problems in that as far as it is pleasing. Listening more of Robbies and Ronans tunes, but thats nothing new with me anyways. Even right now, instruments play as I key in these words. Ringing in my ears too, are different voices, eyes are also perceiving differently, words are flowing out differently. Spending more of the time with oneself, and wishing to delete this soon. Life may be turning into a new dimension, somewhere nicely I suppose.
So far, so good.

A Midnight Summer Dream - I

2007-05-24T23:08:00.000+05:30

Another year, more internship, its being Reliance this time at Jamnagar, Gujarat. Much hot, more people, more work, more fun and much more pain this time. A bad day to sum up all today. Another hour remains as the next day comes and hopefully a better day will dawn upon me. Lying in the lawn a couple of hours ago, thoughts were running through my mind, urging me to write which I am doing right now, senseless though they will be sounding.
It is 11:21 right now, and would be another day when I finish this off, and looking positively into the coming day, I am sure something great will happen tommorow. You know one thing, its so strange how a week can change you so much, how your viewpoint changes about different people, you just never come to know how much life changes in just one week, one day or may be just one moment! Last summers are still so fresh in my mind, and what had been happening these days had been nothing but the real same good old days, but there is a change, they are no more good. Life changed a lot the past year, and my sixth sense is still confused about whether the summers will be something that I can look forward to, which incidentally I was highly looking forward to a couple of weeks ago. But today, what I can see in front of my eyes is nothing. No hopes, no cheer, no smiles, no expectations. The life it all seems so selfish tonight, so meaningless, and so painful.
I can still remember what I was thinking a couple of weeks ago, after a real painful semester, how I intended to enjoy these summers, how much I was thinking about making the most of the summers with so many friends. But in just over a week, how much has changed. The place doesnt seems anything but a burden. All the enjoyment is vanished, it feels so bad when you see people laughing and enjoying, dunno why? Everything is looking so depressing, yet a ray optimism is there. As the night is maturing, there may be a some good santa somewhere with an early present for me. For as the midnight is approaching, I can feel that tommorrow will be the day that will bring back the light of happiness to me. I can only hope. Till then, I have nothing but to suffer in this dark and lonely Jamnagar night.

Two Thousand And Seven

2007-01-01T12:55:00.000+05:30

Happy New Year !!
Waking late in the morning, after partying last night, its good to follow a resolution to be back to writing.
Moving the pace up in the new year, there are good and bad things to begin with.
A new wi-fi connection at room, which means some active posting from now. :)
But, the first Tuesday will start a new session, which means 8 AM classes again. :(
Past week was good.
Chatted and Orkutted after a long time. :)
But had lot of work after a good holiday break :(

Hopes to have more of :) and less of :( coming week.
By the way, Eid Mubarak too!!
Catch you all soon.

Indian tOil-III

2006-08-16T21:41:00.000+05:30

So people...before my memories fade out and the summers become a thing of distant past, I feel it is a better idea to just dig out the great summer of discontent. But, no more bad-bad or shit-list in here...just a brief thank-you-kind-of-stuff and a some rememberence.
Ok, if it is meant to be thank you kind of stuff...then thank you Dr.N.S.Raman, for many reasons, giving us ample oppurtunity for bunking the training, by going on a week off, signing letters allowing us to go early, and umm..ya for guiding through the project as well...(just kidding, make the order reverse). Well, just for refernce, his room was the first right door after the mid-corridor glass door in the PD block, which is next to the administration section (I take great pride in remembring the in-campus routes even till today).
Thanks Mr.Gwasikoti, for providing us the only office party during the training period. It was incidentally Mr.Subbarao birthday, another officer out there, but we were thankfully provided coffee and a double dose of pakora and sweet by Mr.Gwasikoti.
Thanks Mr.Mohansundaram, for providing the most invaluable contribution during the entire training period, without which the holidays could have been a true nightmare, his personal computer with internet connection. The design computer did not work thankfully and the second one was no good either, so the grabbed computer became our only survival kit for the summers. Really, we owe this summers to you.
Thanks Mr.Bhagat, once again for the sweets you gave in for your promotion, and of course for providing us the unique oppurtunity to become a part of your summer training (Yawn...)
Thanks Mr.Frenchie (I am not forgetting your name, I really dont know your name), for writing innumerable CDs for us.
Thanks Mr.Venky and the guy in the lab of Mr.Raman corridor for giving us a computer on the penultimate day of our training, otherwise it would have costed another day for summers to bear with.
Thanks Mr.Ramu (Motu) for serving innumerable coffees, irrespective of whether they were of Rs.3 or Rs.4 or Rs.5 (I narrated the tale of coffee in the previous post, i remember).
Thanks photostate guy, for photostating our reports so fast...
Thanks to other canteen peoples as well.
Thanks Ms.Ritu and other training girls, for practically nothing, but just to mention, I wrote your name.
Well...some rememberences...not all of you would be able to understand...
Air-conditioner outlet outside Mr.Mohan's lab.
The lawn full of insects outside the same lab.
Snowfall outside the Dr.Raman's corridor.
The no-chair lunches in canteen.
Her SMSing in the library.
His sleeping in the library.
ABCDEFGH College, Sonepat.
Kashyap's lecture on TBP.
The Rs.1 Conductor episode and '101 ways on how to save Rs.1'.
That approx. Rs.120 bill.
The bike-taxi.
Manish Sir...
tc.
The cat and mouse newspaper billboard.
Office-waali Ritu.
The bhuttas.
The iced-tea.
The burger.

Well...this couldnt remain as brief I thought it will be...
After all, good memories die hard.
But this was damn serious, wasnt it??

Bbye, c u all soon.

Indian tOil-II

2006-07-28T12:19:00.000+05:30

As the "Oh No !!! Blogging Banned In India" panic gets over, I seize the oppurtunity to relive the summers in this continued post...Just a reminder, in the previous post, I had reached my "Oh..so far" office somehow and thankfully this post will be happier than the part 1. And as I am in a sedate mood these days, I am writing this at my serious best.
So, I have entered the premises and this is what it looked like after the entrance.

Very proudly, I can also like to give you details of location of the buildings, departments, labs and one plant called something 'pilot plant' (which I first thought was named some 'filer plant'). If you didnt get it, I am giving these details very proudly because I finally, after those 7 weeks, know where our HOD had his cabin. Incidently, I have forgotten his name by now (Help me smita, tell me his name...boys have a short term memory afterall). But there are some people I cannot forget and I am gonna dedicate this to them.
First of all, shoots my shit list...all those who helped making the mess of my day out there.
Numero uno is that librarian...thankfully I dont know his name. For all the Roorkiites, and especially Chemicaliites, he looked like our NA teacher and that is perhaps the reason I hated him. Add to that, he gave me a good scolding while I was sleeping in the library (Our IIT library is for sleeping, isnt it)...Okay okay, if you are one of those good old library student, dont give this I-will-see-you look, i am just joking there in the bracket. However, that incidentally turned out to be the last day at the library and we got shifted at a computer termainal. Talking of library, there were many better 'looking' people in their to see than that librarian. About them, later. They are definnitely not on mine shit list.
Then there is the canteen guy 'Madamji', thankfully does not know his real name too. But I am sure you all guys gonna hate him too, when you will get to know about him. First of all, his rate list was as follows: Coffee Rs.4 or 5 for people like us...and Rs.3 for 'Madamjis' (girls, if you still didnt got it). Cold drink Rs.10 for me and Rs.9 for..yeah you got it now..'Madamjis'. If this is not enough, hear this. And boys, hear this, if you are with a girl and you are paying for the coffee (since you are with a girl, it will cost you 3), he will give the change back not to you, but to the...yeah once again...'Madamji'. And you dont need to wait for the coffee, the 'Madamji' will have it sent by 'Motu' a.k.a 'Ramu' to you. More about 'Motu' later, he is also not on my shit list. (Someone would have killed me, if he was on mine shit list).
Then there are all those stupid guards who never let us out before five. CISF will perhaps kill me if they read this one.
Then there was one 'never-laughed' looking girl who used to hear fanna songs while we (tried to) talk to our guide Dr.Raman. About Dr.Raman too later...
I know this is not turning out to be a happy post either and before you think that this is also one of those 'with malice towards one and all' article , I would definitely end it on a higher note before finishing it out in the last part of this trilogy.
Remebering others then, there was that poor Manipal guy, a fellow trainee who had to live in that library for what seems to be ages before ending his training with a presentation two weeks before it ended for us.
Then there were those groups of girls who would wait in the canteen just to get a look of mine :) (all right, perhaps not, who cares, but one of them was real cool).
Then their were a lot of other guys to remeber, about them later in the last part, which will surely be a happy ending.
To Be Continued...
A joke to share in the end,
Height of suicide: A dwarf jumping from a footpath...(You might think this is irrelevant here, but it is not)
C ya all later...

Indian tOil-I

2006-07-12T13:31:00.000+05:30

Once upon a time, I started to write. After some time, I could not continue. And now after a long long time, finally I resume. Well, for those who dont know what kept me away up all this time, this one answers it. And this one also deeply dedicated to all my those friends who helped me during this time to make the number of my scraps up above to 1415 (and still counting). During these past 8 weeks or so, I recieved these scraps and messages asking whereabouts of me. You know, the outcomes of big-time orkutting, innumerable scraps like "Howz hols.....????? nd Howz training,,,...??!!!!11......" (no disrespect intended with all those who wrote these), inspired me to write a big answer to all of you who asked me this question. And since this training went for so long, it has to be atleast a three part extravagenza for all of you to hear. So, here goes the part I of my stint with IndianOil, where I had my summer training all this time, if you havent yet reckoned. And, this one is how it turned out to be, Indian toil.

Since I was talking about my whereabouts, let me first give you some information about the whereabouts of the location of this place, where the IndianOil was located. It was a research and development center located in some sector 13 (I am still to find an autowallah who can tell me where is this sector 13, no one seems to knew this sector 13) of faridabad, haryana. And all those who do not want to have a look at my profile, I live in ghaziabad, which is some 40 odd kilometers away from that no-auto land (Yeah, I am also still to find an autowallah who would take me to the Gate no. 2, IndianOil). However, auto is of something later stage, first you should know how I started to reach anywhere near it (I am seriously considering writing '101 ways to reach IndianOil' which I discovered during these days). Actually, it was this distance and the traveling only, which made the whole training a toil.

So, the day started for me at 6.30 (Yeah, these are holiday times, and this is of course 6.30 AM). 45 minutes for a quick daily routine, to step out at 7.15 sharp (Okay, it was not so sharp, read it 7.15 to 7.25). First mode of traveling, an auto. No worries so far, local autos are fast enough to get me to the bus stand well enough in time before the bus leaves at 7.45 (read 'anytime the driver thinks it the paune aath'. It varied from 7.40 to 7.50). It was a UP roadways bus, which dropped me at sector 37, Noida (I traveled through 4 cities to reach). The bus was daily full of the same people, who all seemed to knew each other for ages. The rear of the bus was full of this one group, which had to laugh after almost each and every dialogue, usually a nonsense joke (ganda is what we call it in Roorkee). There were a few who had to sprint almost everyday to catch the bus on time (and they say we do not produces good athletes). There were some office going ladies. There were some college going girls (actually, 3 only, and some people say I dont have good observation skills). And then there were different conductors almost daily. Not much of crowd till one Vijay Nagar, after which the bus was full of people with victorious smiles of being able to enter the bus (That one may get a seat from that bus stop was may be a record breaking stint itself). More odd sounding places then, like Mamoora, and oops, I missed one Lal Kuan, where I am always looking for that red well, and havent founded yet. Well, 45 minutes is all it took to reach that sector 37 stop (and 5 minutes to get through the flood of people).

Cross of the road, was the place where I had to get the bus for Badarpur Border (or Bodder, Bodder which the private bus conductors yell while throwing us into the bus). Not to forget, this one is equally, or rather more jampacked than the previous one. Forget imaganing a seat here. One is lucky enough to get a seat if sufficient people jumps out of the bus before Sarita Vihar, or if someone is a girl, because there is always the space for the madam ji's. A 3-4 minute stoppage at the Expressway, and a few more stops to the Mathura Road is what all it took before its flooding (its with sweat this time) .The hardly 30 minutes way to the Border takes more than 45 minutes, thanks to the Delhi traffic at Mathura Road. However, one is lucky if there is FM in the bus. If so far, one have had felt no problems, the toughest was yet to come.

The Badarpur Border, which was always flooded with buses, never had a bus for faridabad. Passengers pour in, buses go by, people wait, but the bus for faridabad never comes early, and never has it got a place to stand without brushing atleast 4 people. Regular stuff happens inside then, money passed on to the conductors for places like old, neelam etc., passengers near the gate being asked to give space to let others move out, shouts to driver to have the bus stopped etc. Well, it thankfully never continued for more than 15 minutes, and after that it has usually been a half-empty bus ride (half-full if you call that an optimistic approach). Finally, after a week or so, even I had started recognizing the place where I had to get down, for it was always hidden behind a tree (But I am still to know the name of that place). Anyways, the major part of the journey was over, that only a 5 minutes auto-ride left and another couple of minutes walk to the gate (not exactly couple of minutes, if I had some slow walker besides me). Signing in to the register and into the center, another brisk walk to the training officer for attendance. And once again, the same old words, 'You are late', and the same old replies, 'Traffic, Sir...what else...'To be continued...

A word of caution: If the conductor in a DTC Bus shouts 'Ticket bolo aage', never shout back 'ticket' thinking that he is asking you to say ticket, you have perhaps not seen their temper on such jokes, I have seen.Anyways, make that scrap conter above ... 1416

I know What You Did Last Summer !!!

2006-05-18T00:34:00.000+05:30

Directed By: Jim Gillespie

Cast: Jennifer Love Hewitt Sarah....

Hang On...No, this is not a movie review, I just got carried away by my own title.
Anyways, its not the title which made my mind swing places, its actually the summers. Its soaring these days and its driving me crazy.

Today, I walked from my room to my dear old department (yeah, its one of the newest but walls tells its ancient saga. I wonder if this was the wall where Anarkali was dumped in and the department authorities thinks it of archaelogical value and dont care to have them repaired or whitewashed).

Anyways, as I stepped out of my room on the road (some 40 degrees celsius or so) I knew I had done something I should not have. I wore a black T Shirt (All Credits to Cognizance for that. Thank You Mr.Bisawa, Mr.Sharma et al.) and full trousers (Imagine going to HOD room in Bermudas and expect an A+).

I took the road with maximum trees per unit length of road which was some 1.23245 trees per 5 meters of concrete (Apologies, Mr Bhargava (RB) I was not carrying my calculator for 10 decimal accuracy), but found it of not of much use.

Looked like our department peon was directly connected with the sun god, he had not opened the nearest rear gate from my hostel and I had to walk some quarter of a mile to discover shade.

Relieved after drinking some half a tank of our dilipiated department water cooler which gives hot water in summers and cold in winters (they call it the Reverse Osmosis Process), I wandered somewhere in search of a noticeboard where some of our dear professors and associate professors may have displayed the outcomes of our efforts where we withstood hours of sitting 3 hours and writing something we all mugged a few hours ago (well, not all of us mug to score in exams, atleast this is what some thinks and says. Mr. Agrawal, are you there).

However, a professor arrives in his AC car while we wait outside on our mini golf course (Mind it, its ours, and not of the other side Metallurgy department). After 15 more minutes, we are graciously told to please leave the cabin of our professor and to come after having lunch. The visit to department wasted.

...Strike 1

Not held back by this blow, I decided to give another long walk to the diametrically opposite Earthquake departnment (which is indeed opposite to our Chemical department in condition as well) with a ray of hope that I will find some good on this seemingly bad day (I actually found a lot of rays, but of sun not of hope). I took the displacement (Dispacement is the shortest path between two points, they say), which had unfortuantely no trees but a view of our Grand, Royale, Regale ...and so on Main Building. The clock above showed 11:30 and I hoped that I will be in some long lost shade by 11:45. I succeeded but still had another task to find the professor in the expansive department. Some shake table Laboratory was the outcome. Climbed Up the stairs to his Air Conditioned Office with a hope that he will atleast be humane enough to allow me in the much needed low temperature for a few seconds. Well, it turned out to be nanoseconds. Once again, graciously told to have some lunch and come later. The visit wasted.

...Strike 2

Thinking what did some Mr. Daruwalla or someone else meant while writing in some "Todays Stars"

Sagittarius: Will have a relaxing day. Works will carry on smoothly. Romance in the air. (Relaxing, Duh..., Smooth, yeah smooth like the top edge of walls of our hostels (espically SB), and romantic, if you are one of those who thinks this is what the summer of 69 were like). Took Another way this time, preferring the main road to come back to the hostel. Reached a half way, a great thought came as I almost fell partly in happiness and mostly due to the enormous rays of sun at 12 which took away all the rays of feeble hopes away. I decided to turn left from the library and take a nice long nap in the lab, our great Soochna Mahamarg Kendra or ISC if you didnt got that. Cursing myself why had this divine thought not came to my mind earlier, I paced my way first to Nesci, forlorned in summers due to absence of girls and presence of loo (no not the English one) and then to the Lab. Shelling out another 13 bucks for the nth time since summers for a half a minute of pleasure, I once again walked towards the lab. Coming first to Nesci meant that I had to walk double the distance of what I had to actually walk had I gone to my hostel directly, but I was ready for that for thost 30 seconds of frappe. So, once again, I was on my foot to our saviour lab. 30...25...20...15...I was within seconds of relief. Then everything came to a sudden end...

Matloob ji : AC kharaab ho gaya bhaiyya ji...

...Strike 3

Out

P.S. I know what you did last summer !!!

You sweated, what else...

Basically Dumb!!!

2006-05-14T14:36:00.000+05:30

Before I go to the main stuff, let me introduce myself a little on this new one.

Myself, Tarun Madan (not some Indiranagar Idol or "the best bowler of Shanti Colony"). I am a student in IIT Roorkee with varying moods. If you have any interest in knowing, then these days, I feel

Frustrated : /frstren/ noun
1. [U] the feeling of being frustrated
2. Me
Life is not very cool these days and I am frustrated on well not one but all in general. This has however made me experiment new things with my friends and people in general. More of this I will put on later on (Doesnt seem a basically, technically and grammatically correct sentence, not going with the title of the post). Anyways, I move on.
Complicated : /kmplketd;NAmE km/ adj.
1. Made of many different things or parts that are connected
2. Difficult to understand
Cant explain you this feeling but yeah thats what I call myself when I feel screwed up by the life. Not screwed up these days but not in great spirits either.
Lethargic : /ledi; NAmE lerdi/ noun
[U] the state of not having any energy or enthusiasm for doing things
No one to blame for this except the you-know-who (the weather, what else are you thinking, Potter fan?)

Well, enough about myslf now. Basically this post is named so because this is the most often used word to begin a sentence. And it begins this blog too. A weirdo reason, but thats indeed me. Well actually this post is dedicated to all those basically those people who actually use basically. So, I have explained myself in these three words above there and basically this is had been my mood for major portion round the year. Basically, these things have made me feel much more lethargic and basically bored. (I know, too much of Basically).

Now coming to the actual part of this post which is indeed a small one. Just this I observed these days that there are a lotta words that have been prototyped as the words to begin a new sentence, Basically being one of them. Well, or rather basically I know a lot of people using this to begin. Another word is Actually, another one used by some of my friends here. Also, there is Exactly, yes the 'Egggzzactly' of Javed Jafferi in Salaam Namaste, familiar and famous these days. People use weirdo combinations of all these three.
"Actually, I am basically going there..."
Now did that made any sense? not to me.
People use Actually and Exactly in place of Yes. Yes is boring, they say, whatever.

Disclaimer from the Author : Basically this should have been in the beginning but who actually cares. This post bear no basic actual resemblence to anyone. If you feel actually irritated after reading this, please feel free to blame no one else but you. Ya, you only, eggzactly...