Just yesterday, 24th of April 2010, I was coming back after a very tensive time. I had just given a group viva and was walking back to the hostel on the pathway. It was a viva on a design assignment that I and my group members had got for the partial fulfillment of the the course called Microprocessor programming and interfacing. Though the assignment was quite a fun to do, the viva was equally not. It was about 6 o clock when the weather suddenly changed. Black clouds, cool wind, dusky weather, it was the kind of weather LOVED by me. For the last 2 months, I have been pining by the intense head and humidity without a respite. And here it was, what i wished for… As i enjoyed the weather, a small poem aroused in my mind… I further extended it later just to make it longer. So here it is, Read the rest of this entry »
Many of you people out there reading this post might be aware of the fact that I used to write time-pass Hindi poems during my 11th and 12th class… if you don’t, I am telling it to you now. I used to use my mobile phone a lot in those time. And it was the only source of entertainment that I had. These poems were written on the phone’s new msg editor by me in the time when I felt bored after solving a hectic amount of questions or if I wanted to rest for sometime after meals. Now, I do feel that some of you might have an apprehension that like my earlier post, this one might also turn out to be very long and elaborate like a report. But before you come to any conclusion, hold on your sigh, cause I will try to keep it as short and simple as possible.
Now this मुशयारी is one of my favourites. I had written this towards the end of my 12th class and had shared it (or text msgd it) to all my friends. It goes like this –
Samundar kinaare baithe hain, kabhi toh leher aayagi. Apne saare puraane yaadon ko, pal mein baha le jaayegi.
Is Dil ka kya bharosa, pal bhar mein unhe bhula de, saare rishte naaton ko yeh, pal bhar mein hi jala de.
Sacchha rishta toh woh hai, judai ka gham jise tadpaati hai, doston yaaron ke ruh ke bina, viraaniyan jahaan cha jati hai.
See, it was short as promised, wasn’t it. But please, let me describe it a little bit.
Here Samundar refers to the ocean of work and challenges which lie ahead of me after I pass out of school and enter college, away from home and family. So I am sitting at the edge of an ocean ready to face it and have engraved the golden memories of my school life and friends on the loose beach sand as a souvenir. this is because, the heart is very forgetful. It forgets all others when it is really engaged into some thing. Thats the weakness of the a human heart. But, one day, when a high tide comes, or should I say, I get really busy with my work, I might forget the memories while fighting them. And those waves would wash the sands away.
But, even if the memories are carried away, the loss of my friends will be deeply felt when I couldn’t find any of my dear friends around after the hard time has passed away. At that time, there would be no one to cherish with, there will be no one to rejoice with. There will be no one with whom I can spend some fun times. It will be all calm and quiet, and I will be left completely unaccompanied by them, and segregated.
Just on a lighter note, there is nothing too serious about it. As in, I am not really getting isolated from my friends. I still keep in touch with them through mails and mobile. Just wanted write a senti poem with a grave meaning, just like we had in 10th class literature subject. So thats all I wanted to write.
A friendly quote…
Here is a letter written by Abraham Lincoln to the head master of the school in which his son was studying,
He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just, all men are not true. But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero: that for every selfish politician, there is a dedicated leader…
Teach him that for every enemy there is a friend. It will take time, I know a long time, but teach, if you can, that a dollar earned is of more value then five of found.
Teach him, to learn to lose…And also to enjoy winning. Steer him away from envy, if you can, teach in the secret of quiet laughter.
Teach him, if you can the wonder of books…But also given quiet time wonder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun, and flowers on the green hillside.
In a school teach him, it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat…
Teach him to have faith in his own idea, even if anyone else tell him they are wrong…
Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough with tough.
Teach him to listen to all men…But teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth, and take only the good one that comes through.
Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he is sad. Teach him there is no shame in tear.
Teach them to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidder but never to put a prize tag on his heart and soul.
Teach him gently, but do not cuddle him, because only the test of fire makes the fine steel.
Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself because then he will always have some sublime faith in mankind.
This is a big order, but see what can you do… He is such a fine little fellow, my son!
Now, this letter is very close to me as I had heard it while I was in my 9th class via one of my English teachers and had liked it very much. Its just today that incidentally, I got to read it after a long time. And I do feel the gravity of a responsible and affectionate father through Mr. Lincoln’s lines.
This letter is divided into many paragraphs, almost 12 of them in its body. Each expressing a different aspect of life. Each with a compelling power to think and to ponder upon. Each pregnant with meanings. Lines which reflect most of your own lives’. Ill try to explain what I conceived of them.
In the first two paragraphs, Mr.Lincoln speaks about his son to be taught to believe in truth and goodness. As he is a child, new to this world, innocent and truthful, he should be made aware of the fact that evil, atrocity, corruption and other unjust activities do exist in this world. People are there who carry out unjust activities on a selfish note. But he should have faith that even if evil exist in this world, there are angelic people too and this balance between the two kinds is the Law of this world. Indirectly somewhere, he tries to refer to the inner evil and the temptation towards bending down to it, which is prevenient in human blood (metaphorically speaking). But however overwhelming and attractive it may look, truth, goodness and honesty always prevails it. It may take a long time before he learns and experiences it himself. In this context, I must say, that I myself took a very long time to learn this, probably at the age of around 16 – 18 and I do believe that its better the earlier.
The 3rd paragraph refers to “take as it is and learn from it” characteristic. He says that one should cherish and rejoice his success, but keeping in mind not to hurt others morale or be selfish in actions. He also says not be disheartened in the case of failure, but to learn from it and to respect the fair success of the competitors. You may ask a question here that “ What if the other person won on grounds of unfair means, through unjust recommendations, through bribery ??? “. You can find a reference in the 5th paragraph, conveying that it is honourable to fail, than to win by cheating.
Mr. Lincoln also says that bookish knowledge does not complete our education. We also have to learn and appreciate Nature and its teachings and offerings to us. And its true, for example, modern aircrafts are being based on the principle on which birds are able to fly, underwater vessels are being closely related to aquatic animals’ movements. Nature has so much to offer to us and we should be greatful to It.
The next few paragraphs speak about the way he should behave in the society. The lines speak clearly for themselves and are very clear in their conveyance. The main part here is that one should be open to only the truth and should not believe in baseless rumours blindly however convincing they may seem to be. And even then, one should embrace the good part or the brighter side of it and disregard the rest. This is one of the key factors leading to sustained happiness. It somewhere linked to the precautions taken following the first two paragraphs
The line “Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he is sad. Teach him there is no shame in tear.” is my favourite lines. It’s so easy to read and admire it, but it is much more difficult to practice it in real life. Don’t believe me? try it for yourself. How deeply grave a person becomes when he is sad, and how desperately a person tries to hold back his tears when he feels like to shed them away. It is because of the prevalent norm in the society and the feeling of embarrassment that has led to such consequences. But have you ever wondered, how relaxed you feel when you let your emotions out, when you speak away what’s on your mind, when you get even a spark of happiness in your sad times??? I have felt the soothing effect. These attributes are build up within the individual and is very difficult to impart. Maybe that’s why, Even Mr. Lincoln wonders whether the school can teach that stuff to his son.
The next lines are self-explanatory and refer to the characteristics of a good human being. Only thing, that he has used heavy and complex predicates.
He also speaks about the importance of making people learn and understand in a balanced way, i.e. one should be “gentle in teaching but not liberal” in the approach. This is valid to all fields of teachings and learnings. It has been carried out since the ancient times. A student should be fairly rewarded for good work but should also be punished equally for a blunder or indiscipline according to me. Also, a liberal attitude towards a ward often results into a spoilt youth. And if you look around you, probably could find some examples. Also, austere and demanding behaviour towards them may lead to a lot of complications in the child’s behaviour including display of rigidness.
Finally, Mr. Lincoln couldn’t hold his emotions any longer and finally confesses that its a big task for both the headmaster and for his son to go through it. He knows it will be a difficult path for his son to follow, but he has no other option. And like any other parent, has faith in his child. And signs the letter as a “father “ (Dad) rather than Abraham Lincoln, President of United States. A thing to be noted.
It is the beauty and sincerity of the words that one needs to imbibe from this letter, rather than praising it for its sublimate characteristic. He has displayed the true will and the rightful responsibility of a caring and affectionate father towards his son.
The term education may have been used by one many a times. But very few people know its core meaning. Most of the time, it is misperceived as studies or knowledge or any other tangible means that assures a settled life. If you would ask any school student, Why they go to school, almost all would say to study. Maybe, even the parents send their children for the same reason. Ask yourself, or imagine yourself as a school student, the same question, probably the answer remains the same. How rarely do u find a student realizing the value and importance of education. Blame the society, blame the competition, but ultimately, its about you and you only who is responsible how you mature yourself. However big and heavy the books become as time passes in schools, let them advance the courses, the education still remains incomplete without the aspects of teachings brought about in the given letter.
Thus, what I feel, is that Mr. Lincoln has described in his letter, a complete and ideal model of a complete, comprehensive and fruitful education.
He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. ~ Clarence Budington Kelland on his father
Answer Paper distribution is one thing which takes away all the fun and frolic that goes on after the exams are over.Everyone get keen to know their performance.Every single person wants to outperform.Some know their fate while others hope for the best.But this time…………this time, it was not the same for me.
To be sincere, i had put on, what i think, is a sincere effort in this semesters first test, which was held for all subjects starting from the 19th of march to 24th. I was quite confident of my answers and was happy, compared to the last semester which was a disaster, that i saved this semester from catastrophe. But, fate was set to play a foul game with me.
It is Wednesday, 3rd of March 2010, when at once, papers of three subjects were distributed. I had faired bad in all of them. It was a shock, or should i say, a bolt from the blue. I could not figure out whether there was any fault in my preparation, or was it that the others have surpassed my academic level overnight. In either ways, I was the one who has to suffer. The saddest part is that the first paper i had received today was related to my branch and that’s where i have fared extremely horrible. And most of the blame goes to the teacher who has cut my marks just because she could not have understood my answer. I am petrified. Is this the way to start a semester??? I myself am felling ashamed of myself. I started crying.
I still remember the days when i was at home. Whenever something happened like this, my parents were always there to console me, comfort me, if they knew that i had put the effort from my side. It had happened to me sometimes before also. Then i would be with my mom, who would be going on consoling me. I could also see the sadness in her for me. That would give me the feeling that there is someone else also who shares your griefs with you, who really cares about you. They say, it feels better if you shed away some tears when you are depressed, when you are sad. But i realize now, that even that doesn’t work. Theres no one here who can lend me a shoulder to rest on and restore my confidence. Theres no one here who could say me not to worry. Every other student seems like a rival, who wants to get better marks that everyone else. They are nothing less than butchers, wanting to jump past over others. They do ask about each others marks, just to feel proud that they have left him/her behind, or to curse him/her if the other person has scored better. They can be companions, but not friends. They can be competitors, but not helpers.But that is how it works, that is how life runs here…
I feel lost in this huge world. In such situation, my Laptop becomes my best friend with whom, i can spend some time on, playing games, surfing the net, listening to music, writing a post in my blog… But that is just peripheral, which calms me down only from the outside.
In that case, I do realize, that the only person who could restore my confidence, who could bring back normalcy in my life, is none other than, myself…………………………..
Yeah, thats what we get, don’t we???
Its again the net in our hostel that everybody is worried about. Its totally unpredictable. This maybe about the 10th time in 1.5 years that our hostel is devoid of net for a continuous stretch of time. And to make it worse, even the LAN is not working (that means no DC). Why is it in only our hostel that all problems occur? Is it cursed??? And this time, its unbearable. Living without DC in this campus is worse than living in a strictly secluded place. After all, its the lifeline of our campus. All those movies, those games installers, those chats in the main window. These are the essential elements for a lively stay in this campus. And now, we are devoid of it. Also, FYI, even the academic FTP was not working, but that doesn’t make any difference for me .
Now the authorised people who are supposed to look after this matters, who are no good than VELLAS, either just come to have a peak into the server room, give a long description of the problem to convince us that it is an uphill task to repair it, promise us to fix it asap, and then never show their faces for the next couple of days. And we frequently open DC++ after coming from classes praying that a miracle may happen today, or ask other hostel mates about the status. But its only after a week or more that the technicians finally come with their magic tools, cut some wires here, fix some ports there, and within minutes, our laptops get the green signal. It doesn’t seem to be such a difficult task, does it???
That day, the news spreads like an electromagnetic wave. A new spirit ignites within everyone in the hostel. Everyone get their hands on the laptops to experience sheer pleasure again, and again we rise up, and again we spam, and again we download, and again we chat, and again we surf (and again the nerds scan the academics FTP site for whatever), and again we enjoy and again our lives become meaningful. But………………………………. we still live under the fear of being disconnected again soon .
As the name suggests, this week many seniors who were in exile for one whole semester in their Practice School 2, finally came back to campus for their final showdown, PLACEMENTS.
This is the word which is in everyones mind while in BITS or probably, any college in India. U see, Indian colleges are more of traditional ones, rather than being practical. What determines the preference of colleges in the list of students are the Placements (Take the preference order of IITs for instance). Anyways, don’t bother about it and cant change it either. So the placements season started of well with some really good companies coming and taking the cream students of our farewell batch.
So, this week huh…….. started of normally (Its always normal when u don’t have any test around).But, Tuesday was really a very very exhausting day.I had 4hrs of practicals consecutively in the afternoon that day. And yes, add to it another 3 hours of robotics workshop in the evening. And to make it worse, i had slept for only 5 hours the previous night. Man, even i don’t know how was I able to keep up to my senses that day. The next day was Saraswati Puja, the goddess of knowledge. _/\_. The students in BITS are quite religious ones. All the festivals, be it of any religion, are celebrated here with great pomp and show. Well, not that pompy though. But they do conduct the necessary rituals properly. And then we have a cultural show in the evening in the second largest auditorium in India (the audi in BITS Goa). But the lack of a temple is deeply felt, atleast by me. And add to it the lack of a swimming pool.
Coming back to some gup shups, this week, I had a sneak peek into the history of Punching Machines. Man, it was different. I came across a punching machine which was about 30 years old. One of my friends had the antique with him nicely sitting in a corner of a drawer without being noticed. I had actually come to ask him for one as I needed one and he gave it to me. It was all rusty and old. I was afraid to use it cause I didn’t want my friend to lose his punch machine. But he assured me that it wont break. Though it got stuck after punching the paper and wont spring back to normal, I was able to take the punched paper out after applying some power. Still, it left some of its rust smeared on the paper.
After the fun part, comes the serious part. Now some people in this world still exist who don’t give any importance to some selected activities or hobbies which THEY consider to be insignificant. They rather criticize it and try to change the mindset of those who try to do it out. A similar incident occurred with me also. Now, I am into animation and the multimedia world. I try to learn the various softwares and techniques of it. But one of my friends doesn’t seem to like it and tells me that its nothing but waste of time. I get angry and a heated argument starts over it. His point is that it is worthless thing and there is no scope of innovation in it and it doesnt do any good to anyone. Bloody hell, what about the cartoons that u used to see in ur child hood days? What about the flashy advertisements that u enjoy? What about the special effects u enjoy in movies and the TV Series? What about, say “Avatar”? Didn’t u enjoy it? So think before u start pointing towards any job in the world. Even if the smallest and the unnoticed ones have their own value to this world. Never ever try to underestimate any of them. Or if they stop, the whole process of symbiosis will be disrupted.
So on that note, I take ur leave. Will listen to some classic songs now. Have a great week.
Yawnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn……………………Feeling very tired this Saturday. Was very tired on Friday night and had to get up early. Anyways, how are u???
So the second week huh… Was pretty normal. Had class as usual, had food regularly, relaxed, slept and got up the other day. And the cycle continued. So nothing unusual or dramatic. There were certain deviations though.
I had a bad stomach this week and suffered a lot for it. Had to miss a very important class because of the pain. Restricted myself from spicy food for a day or two. But again, back to those ‘chatpata’ and ‘masaaledar’ tasties the very next day. How can u keep me away from tasty food??? For those of you who don’t know, I am a really big foodie. I can’t resist myself from having them.Can’t do anything about it.
I and three of my friends had a robotics workshop named Robo CV this week which was on making motor controlled bots (both wired and wireless) that would process any image and move according to them. Sounds pretty interesting na??? It is interesting but do u know how exhausting it gets when one sits continuously for 5 hours listening to the theory part of it. The same happened in the workshop. We had to sit continuously for about 5 hours for 4 days listening to the boring lecturer. We had no other option as the days of workshops were limited and had to be wind up fast so that we can start working on our bots. The last day was a bit interesting though as we got to run our bot on digital signal outputs (i.e. by giving specific instructions from a computer) for the first time. “My First Bot”, it was a cherishing moment and the feeling was overwhelming. It was such that we have got a pet. That day was Friday when we came back late from the exhausting workshop. And on Saturday, I had a very important class to attend in the morning at 8 o’ clock. K
So, now you know why am I really tired today. Now let me go to sleep. See you next week. Byeeee…….
So here it is, my first week in both my new semester and my newly created blog
This week actually saw a drastic change in the environment and mood of mine. Last weekend only, I was enjoying in Hyderabad with my uncle, aunt and my sisters. And then, suddenly on Monday I realized “Hi Abhijit, U are an engineering student ,remember, in BITS Pilani Goa.” And then another voice said to me “yo yo chow, ur holiday stuff is gonna end this Monday, Man”. This thought was completely concealed by the fun I was having with family. Seriously, I almost forgot that I was a student. So with a heavy heart, I packed my bags and left for the campus, bidding goodbye to my beloved ones and thinking about the next vacations(to console myself, ob).I reached campus a day before my registrations for the next semester.
Now BITS’s registration system is very funny. There are many sections with limited seats for a particular course and there are 6 courses in total for every student. Each student is given a priority number RANDOMLY generated on the computer against his ID no. which sets the order in which the students would come and select the section of their choice for each course. So, what happens is that the students with higher priority fill up the sections with good teachers in them and the ones with lower priority are left with the rest of them. So, u see, this is very unfair. But the thing is, if they want to make it unfair , intentionally, which I think they do, why can’t they just allot us the sections RANDOMLY??? In this way, our time and some energy would be saved. So BITS people are both unfair and cruel (Li8). Anyways, so the whole of that day went away in registration procedures. The next day was a holiday cause our seniors had to do their registrations that day. The regular classes were to start from the Thursday.
One very unusual thing that I felt about some of my BITSian friends around me was that they were very stingy. There were a lot of incidences in the past also but this time they were very hard felt. What happened was that I suffered from jaundice last semester for 2 months and could not study properly. So, obviously, I scored low marks this time and my CGPA went down. They all knew it well, but still, they kept reminding me of it by asking me again and again about my performance, or by discussing it in front of me. I felt very bad and even after telling them not to, they continued to do it either directly or indirectly. I cursed them in my mind, and silently went away.
Another very disappointing incident happened with me this week. I was in a mood to go out and enjoy the beaches of Goa. Considering the time factor, I decided within my friends that we all would go to a nearby popular beach, Bogmalo Beach. The plan was set. We were to depart after taking lunch. But just see their attitude, one by one they kept on making vague excuses for not going out. ”Arrey I suddenly have a cricket match today yaar” “Arrey, he is not going? Even I don’t feel like going now” Huh….cant u just say that u have a problem with me? In other times, u forget about everything – I thought to myself. The whole idea of the trip was to enjoy and have a fun time together. Their backing out at the last moment made me annoyed. But what could have I done. I can’t change their mindset. Maybe they are treating me like this because of the fact that I had scored less than them this time. And they are very happy about this. Maybe now they want to show me down.
Anyways, I can’t help it. Maybe I am wrong about them. Why in the world they would be against me. Maybe they just wanted to rest that day. Maybe all these bad thoughts are coming to me just because I have just come back from home. As such, I have no one else in this campus whom I can spend some time with. They are the only people who fill the gap between me being away from my family. As the sun went down behind the hills on Saturday evening, I stood on the hostel’s balcony enjoying the cool breeze and the soothing beauty of Nature in this state called Goa. I forgot everything that had occurred and stopped thinking about what’s coming next. The feeling was mesmerising. It was the perfect ending of my first week of the year in BITS.
So, that’s all guys. Hope u didn’t get bored reading this post. It’s much more fun when u experience living a life than reading about one, I know. Everyone’s life is filled with such sweet and sour moments and each one is unique in its own way. That’s all from my side. Will meet next week, till then, have a great week
“Oh no”,these were the words that murmured out of my mouth after my IIT JEE ranks were out.I still remember the day when i saw my 4321 rank in the JEE of 2008.I could not control my tears on realizing that I wont be able to make it to a good b.tech degree in any of the 5 respectable IITs.At that time,all i was worried about was myself.My sole aim of getting into IITs was the fashion of being in one of em.The charm,the aura,people get amazed when they know u are in an IIT doing a B.Tech degree.Thats what i wanted.
I had never thought of giving any other entrance exam other than IIT-JEE in my 12th class,but my parents pursuaded me to do so.I gave both BITSAT and AIEEE.But their results didn’t matter to me at all.I went to the IIT counselling and got nothing but an M.Sc degree in Kgp.I didnt want to do any M.Sc at all.Then there was the AIEEE counselling where I got Chemical eng. in Trichy.Chemistry?Yuckkk… I hate it.I got 65 rank in my state entrance but was not interested to study there.Then there was BITS,where I presently am at doing Comp. Sci. in Goa Campus.Ill tell u how i ended up here.
I thought of repeating for IIT-JEE 2009 at the cost of 1 year,but then my inner voice spoke to me “Why dont u keep this 1 year as a reserve for ur MBA,ur ultimate dream?”.So,I opted for BITS and came to Goa leaving my heart behind at home and my mind in IIT Kgp.My BITSAT score was not enough to fetch me even a mechanical degree in Pilani campus.I was sad because at least Pilani is a bit well known college,but Goa,I don’t know whether even engineers would be knowing it.Instead, I was quite upset to have not got into IIT.I saw other boys being very happy to be here and i still think how can they be so?The very first thing that I noticed about the campus is that its more suitable for being a beach side hotel than a educational institution.My business minded mind spontaneously started thinking of measures to make it a profitable one .
“Nyways”,I thought”I would try for IIT again next year while studying in BITS and get the hell out of here”.I did that and again,the next year,there was some improvement in my AIR(I had got 3696 rank this time).But still,it was not a respectable one.So after getting depressed over the situation,I came back to BITS with a heavy heart in my second year.I started hating BITS more than ever this time.And still do so .It has given me a lot of irritation,lack of recognition and low dignity.Even if someone consoles me,i calm down only for that moment.So,you see, i cant help it.Now after completing 1 year in BITS,I have become used to all these things and don’t care about it.Just have to spend the rest 2.5 years anyhow and get rid of it.It wont come back again at-least.There are lot of other things ahead.All the weeks that have been spent in BITS have been very mood swinging ones.So i decided,just as a hobby(and for some typing practice),to give a brief account of how my previous week in BITS was spent.I would probably update my blog every Saturday(as Sunday is a holiday here,OB) and if i don’t do it any week,assume that I am on leave.