Kabeer ke dohe !!!!

In the next 4 hrs .. I am "supposed" to occupy the last bench of my classroom...Goals are what i set for myself everyday .....today i'll attend all the classes.....i'll submit my records today(2 weeks beyond the due date)...i'll prepare the presentation...blah blah blah...but here i am writing this shit when i am supposed to finish loads of pending assignments...i take a plunge into my memory and i can recall a gentleman named Kabeer ,who for, lesser beings like us had uttered a few words of wisdom ...but unfortunately those words somehow managed to find their way into the text books...which seem to make the liveliest of things around us appear mundane .Kabeer is lucky enough not to have encountered engineering students.....for all his life he preached the importance of TODAY ..... and here after three years into engineering ......for us there's hardly any difference between sleeping and hibernation........Kabeer did not live in an era of disclaimers ....or else at the end of the collection of his verses ..it would have read "These verses as subjected to risk from engineering students...please read the offer documents carefully before even bothering to go through the verses ".

my junglee ideas!!!!

I am writing after a long time...the reason being- i had my midsems(its not that i was studying...its just that i dont want some ppl to know that i was'nt studying)...but finally exams are over(dont expect any reactions...they r just over..thats all i've to say)...all my earlier post have been related to engineering(ALAS!....i know too boring topics too discuss)...but this blog is about something im interested in ..and not frustrated about...so this time its about ....THE TIGERS....THE INDIAN JUNGLES....when i was in my 6th standard i was lazily walking past the book shelves in my school library(everybody generally avoids this place..but in school i used to lyk it..coz it was the only place where u wud'nt find urself under the nose of teachers) i saw a fat hard bound book and inscribed on it in golden letters was "JIM CORBET..AN OMNIBUS"......I had heard about this person from my grandfather...so i thought of giving it a try....i issued that book(i was the only issuer of the book in last six year!!!)......but by the end of day at school i started cursing myself for having issued such a heavy book bcoz it meant that i had to carry an extra kilo on my back and cycle back home....At home in the night i opened the book delicately as if it was a bible....and for the first tym in my lyf i started an adventure of reading a book which had more than 200 pages....i was overwhelmed by the english for at that level i was only as good as B for BALL(its not that things have changed much but still my vocab has increased... now its B for BUNK) ...whatever ...i started enjoying the book....I was now more keen to know about tigers and i became a die hard fan of JIM CORBETT...i started reissuing the book week after week(to compensate for the heavyweight of the book i used to leave some of my text books back home)...i told my mother i love the animal tiger...and i want to work in the forests...

her reply-"kutta bhaunkne se to tu darr jata hai....jungle mein kya kaam karega!!"

(huh! thats wat is called sarcasm!!!)

but i would lyk to quote jim corbett here-"courage is ......going about with your job when u r struck with fear"

u dont need to put ur hand in tiger's mouth to be called courageous..thats insanity!!



I visited KANHA in 7th standard and i for the first tym saw a tiger in the wild...I can tell u that there's nothing more mesmarizing than seeing a tiger at its best in the wild....(i can tell u one thing ....the guide was as scared as everybody in the gypsy was ...so why all the accusations of cowardness on me...)...whatever..that was a trip which i will remember throughout my lyf...i started referring to kanha as "HEAVEN ON EARTH"...after that trip ive visited kanha almost every year...sometimes i was lucky sometimes i wasnt .....but for me the charm of kanha is never gonna die...After that my ambitions fell as low as that i wanted to be a forest guide...






again my mother's reaction-"atleast yeh bolta ki IFS karna chahta hoon to fir bhi sunne mein accha lagta..par tu to hadd hai"

tym has changed school's over....to beforest guide got stuck up in engineering(thats wat happens to idiotic ideas lyk mine).......i have started enjoying wildlyf photography nowadays....for its something that has got the "SOUND GOOD FACTOR".....my recent visit to kanha with 3 of my school friends was as rocking as ever(also i had my share of "first tym" on this trip).....to bring the curtains down on the post i wud say that may be in 6 years i was the only issuer of the book and may be still in my school library u might find me as the only issuer (on record in the issue slip)...but this book changed my attitude towards tigers and other wild animals for ever......

3 idiots and my life......

(Disclaimer:this post has been written just after a day packed with classes and hence should be read with the same feeling in mind)
Writing a post after a gap of a month,I still am unable to share some interesting experiences coz in these 30 days my activity was limited to dozing through all those boring lectures(an yes, a yet again pathetic grade sheet to greet me on NEW YEAR).So we better discuss three idiots in this post....my every single lecture(the scene in our classrooms can very well be compared to a psychiatric ward....the student being taken to the brink of mental torture with all those formulas and theorems)made me think about that movie.It makes me think ...What use is it to me that if we connect a multimeter to a two legged device(god knows what is it called)....it gives a value which i jot down obediently without even being aware of its unit.When i ask my prof ,what are those devices called ,she gives a look as if to say-"OH MY GOD!!!you dont know this???......you should have been playing with them in your kindergarden". Now thats quite ridiculous and that is the reason i find this movie even more appealing.It has Potrayed this happless situation of ours in such a comic manner that it compells me to watch the movie over and over again(its like seeing your own assasination but still enjoying it).Although everything in that movie is not that close to reality lyk.....We dont climb up our director's bungalow (its a different thing that its a single storey house) coz i dont think our institute can afford the cost of stationary for listing down the charges againts us...nor do we have ambidextrous professors like sahastrabuddhe but still the expression on the faces of students is a carbon copy of the one depicted in movie.It has those bored and some obnoxious faces like that of chatur(here they are referred to as GMAT.....).I find some so talented yet frustrated and some so untalented yet unconcerned(i belong to the second category)students in the campus(just as this movie has shown) all ruing the day they decided to plunge into this quick sand(engineering college).So all engineering student ....if u want to learn the definition of a machine you better go and watch this movie than daydreaming in your class....

This is my first post and it has to be about my experience at a uranium mines about 10 km from jamshedpur .Dont ask me the name of the place.....bcoz ur immediate reaction would be....wat??...wat!!!....nara......no...no...narpahar.......what did you say was the name??....where is it??....So leave it ....spare me the pain of explaining u the details......I spent one month at this place and it can very well be described as the most traumatic one month of my life.When a friend of mine asked me what was the nature of training i told him that it was a vocational training in a uranium mines so as to sound like an engineer with a purpose but the truth is, i wanted to say that it was a horror show organized for mining engineers whose tickets cost us a cozy winter vacation at home.My friend replied-" awesome!!! it must have been a great experience??".Now, wearing a 2kg helmet ,a 5kg caplamp and boots that tear into your flesh and then walk 5km daily 1000 feets below the ground ,if that sound awesome then i'll say India-Pakistan relation is just awesome.When we first went underground we all were childishly excited.....we all thought that we would now get a live demonstration of what we read in books(its a different thing that we hardly read books but it sounds nice)....and you know what when we were in the cage(its an apt name for a box of metal that brings people out of that hole which, had it been in a MNC's office would have been called an elevator but the case here is different as mining engineers dont deserve anything that sounds or LOOKS good!!!)it was not mining we discussed.I asked ashesh as the cage moved -"whats the eligibility criteria for appearing in CAT".Now dont get me wrong ...CAT is not a term we learnt underground neither had T.I.M.E put up a publicity stall down there.....but that was a question that came up spontaneously when i saw what mining engineers did underground.After my first day@underground i had lost all interest in mining and only thing that kept me going was that at the end of the horror show i would be given a certificate signed by Charles Darwin (Mine Manager in this case) aknowledging in this case my struggle for existence in this case.I have realized that at this moment in life im making a DRIFT(a path made in a mines through waste)in the engineering field and until and unless i find a CROSSCUT(a path that connects DRIFT to ORE BODY)in this case MBA im never reaching that ORE BODY which here refers to a decent career.Dont think i mentioned those terms to show off my knowledge but i mentioned it as they are the only terms i could gather in my one month of hell and they deserved a place in this ode to uranium mining