ब्लैक - बैंचर

Life has taken a complete turn… From being a carefree, loud-mouthed brat to a professional and punctual employee, its been a hell of a transition… And a painful one! The worst part was the hospital… Numerous injections, several saline bottles, cheerful doctors and countless headaches later, I remained but a shadow of my former self… Its only when your temperature crosses the 104 mark that you start respecting your body! Took me 3 weeks to regain my energy… But something else happened that somehow made these three weeks seems insignificant… To begin with, I realized and accepted the limitations of physicality, even though the doctors are still unsure about the reasons of my sudden sickness. The body is exactly what you put into it. Put destructive(shitty) thoughts and unhealthy(crappy) food inside, and one day you shall bear the brunt of cells which owe you nothing! A startling revelation- PARENTS!!

No offence to any person, region or cuisine! Its around noon.. People are working on ProE. Someone is talking on video conferencing. The volume is too loud for my taste.. And my desktop's showing the same bloody error message for the past 3 days! Installing ANSYS is a pain in the ass, voluntarily or involuntarily :-x Coimbatore is a place for those who like to slog, and slog only! If you dont get fed up of eating dosas and sambhar 3 times a day, you might surely get your head busted whenever you try to speak hindi or english and they wont understand a single word! When you have to walk 8kms to reach home just because you cant explain the name of the bus stop to the conductor, you know you are damned! Especially when you realise this at 9pm(lonely streets and no public transport) :-P This is what they call a paradigm shift, indeed.. For someone used to waking up at 10am, that too only for breakfast, getting up at 6 and making your own breakfast(after shaving, bathing etc.) is a

Latest news on the Delhi gang-rape case is that the victim is being shifted to Singapore for extensive treatment at St. Elizabeth Hospital, renowned for organ transplantation. And they are setting up a panel exclusively to look into this case. The motive of the crime will be investigated. What motive does rape warrant? Raging hormones, male chauvinism or illegitimate children? The government has fallen to new lows and Delhiites are protesting their hearts out on the icy roads. For centuries now, men have been consistently misusing the physicality to satisfy their lust and domination. A girl is raped in her own house when her parents are out. Another girl is kidnapped and raped in a moving car and then, thrown on the sidewalk. A patient is raped by her doctor. A student is raped by her teacher. A girl is raped by her neighbor for rejecting his marriage proposal. One girl is made to strip in a road full of apparently impotent citizens by a gang of hoodlums, taping themselves proudl

Loved it, hated it, cursed it, blessed it.. A mixed bag of emotions! Its only when you reach the end do you realise how wonderful the journey was... The night of 29th July 2009... That's when my journey began. The night was ripe and, for the first time, I entered AH5-310... BITS Pilani Goa Campus, that's the way I remember it, a deadly combo of discipline, fun, frolic, rules and academics! Morning dawns and thats when I get a view of the majestic B-dome.. And began the ritual of classes, clubs, inductions, projections and rejections. Looking back, I have had it all..

Disclaimer : This article is solely meant for reading purposes. It bears some connection to any character, event, incident or issue, living or dead and any resemblance is not entirely unintentional and somewhat co-incidental. Should any person, sect, religion, group or government feel like throwing me into prison or issuing a fatwa against me, I beg to appeal to their common sense, if any. Kindly look over my mistakes, for you all are honorable men, apparently. As a person, I m among the top brass of the world. Why, I had a great childhood, an enjoyable school life, adventurous college semesters and now have a comfortable job at hand. Had the chance to learn as much as I want, to work as little as possible and still be rewarded, despite all my flaws... Had the time to think, ponder over everything deeply... Always had too much time at hand!

Had a roller-coaster month... First of all, my laptop's motherboard got fried and has been recuperating at a dingy shop for two weeks now. The first two days were the most difficult ones, what with a distance from facebook and, of course, NFSMW.. By now, most of the excitement of updating and uploading on facebook has washed out(perhaps, for the best!).. Next comes the interviews which were largely helpful in killing my confidence. One would expect their alumnae to extend a little moral support towards you when they are on the interview panel. But one certainly wouldnt expect them to throw lines like "I am here as an employee of this company, not your alumni". And it doesnt stop there.. Consider this. The very person sitting on the panel has been a 'god' at mechanical engineering stuff, considering he was the one who produced the most ambitious project till date. And he is working as a business analytic. Nothing wrong, I agree. But when that very same person gr

First things first.. Does size matter? In this age of big achievements and bigger ambitions, everyone wants to make it large. And yet, its often said that its the smaller things in life that gives you real pleasure. Now here comes the best part. This is small... Smallest, in fact, when it comes to cost and size. Nano, to be exact. TATA gave us the Nano. The cheapest car in the world, but innovative nonetheless. Let me satisfy the cynics here itself. This car is NOT a failure. The few incidents of fuel injectors catching fire were in fact the wrongdoings on the part of the customer who meddled with the electric connections. Another case was that of a silk cloth left hanging in the exhaust pipe, later catching fire.

Been out of touch for a long while.. Had my head rammed with things like placements, formal clothing, even interviews! Still much confused, the picture is now getting less blurry as to what I want to be, years from now. Bouts of philosophy are not really a big time-saver though.. But they help, nevertheless. A book called The monk who sold his Ferrari and a person codenamed Zen helped out. Precisely, it all taught me to accept myself and celebrate the weirdness. In the end, make peace with yourself and all the world is your playground. It hardly matters what car you own, how expensive your wrist-watch is or whether you have a sea-facing villa. Though I wont say no to any of these things, they are not worth shelving my conscience, self-respect or friendships. "Heaven has no bank, except that of your own deeds", my Hindi teacher used to say. My parents want me to have a life much better than they had. But how can they not see that in my own eyes, their lives is exactly what I

Last night, this college lost its best teacher ever.. Always patient and calm, Sir taught me to be truthful to myself and to others. BITS Goa will never be the same without him. No longer will we see Sir riding on the campus roads on his bicycle.. No longer will we him shopping with his daughter... Farewell, sir! May you find peace and solace, wherever you are.. We will always cherish your values and teachings :-) 

Had there been anything different going inside his head, God would have made people without all their vices. And we would have been born and died on identical times so as not to trudge the road to afterlife alone. Why is it that one cant carry on independently? Why should a person always crave for company? Why are we scared of facing the times alone? Why do we need to share happiness and grief? As it is, elan and sorrow are nothing but a state of mind. If you smile even in the darkest of times, you can face it. And happiness is known to bring tears in our eyes. Could it be a mere co-incidence? You decide.