Archive for May, 2007

Industrial Training

May 31, 2007 3 comments

The overall Goa experience was nice. We came here for industrial training and ended up doing lot more things! Imagine a whole branch visits a place like Goa! Terrific, isn’t it? Yes, it was (neglect my previous post). We got to know a lot more about each other (yes, interesting stuff!). There were many notable occasions, like the one where Bachcha, about to enter the toilet, calls out to Hula and says, “Dude, come let’s go,” like Size asking Randwa, “Abe, prosti ke rates me bargain hota hai kya?” (he later claimed that it was just for information pirpose, just in case!).

Oh, I forgot GSL (Goa Shipyard Ltd.) where we were supposed to undergo training. Well, nobody went even as much as half the required number of days. Good old habbit of proxy worked well! Yes, it was awesome to see huge ships, but, believe me, the hot engine room in the hot and humid weather drains all the excitement.

We stayed at Vasco and used to visit Panaji on weekends. Those trips were nice, beaches, churches, fort… But we missed the nude beach 😦

We enjoyed, clicked babes on our cameras whenever we sighted some, not to forget the day when someone brought a condom (freely distributed as part of an awareness programme), filled it with water and hung it on a hotel door! Many other hilarious stuff in next post.


Bye Bye GSL

May 25, 2007 2 comments

One month is a bit too much, even in Goa. Now it’s almost over and, hopefully, next week, i will be in my home!

p.s. GSL: Goa Shipyard Ltd.

Apple this time, not Nokia

May 16, 2007 2 comments

Spiderman 3

May 14, 2007 7 comments

Don’t watch it.

On Creativity and Aesthetics

May 10, 2007 Leave a comment

As my train was about to leave certain station en route, a small boy came to my compartment and started picking up bottles and newspapers lying everywhere. What really pleased me was that he didn’t take the papers as they were, pages flying here and there and arbitrarily placed around. He unfolded them, neatly arranged the pages and again folded them beautifully, just like my mom busy cleaning the drawing room. Sometimes you find aesthetic sense in unexpected places!


May 10, 2007 8 comments

This is a true story.

The boy boarded the train at 2:30 pm. A warm December afternoon. Bidding a final goodbye to his uncle who had escorted him to the station, he settled on the berth. He looked around in the compartment. A few people were sitting there, all quiet. Among other people, there was the girl. She was dozing off, a blanket covering her legs, baring one feet. The boy looked at her and then around the compartment. Unlike others, she was dressed quite smartly and it seemed improbable that any one was escorting her. She was travelling alone. She was asleep.

The train was chugging along. He noticed a newspaper lying on the berth beside her. He didn’t pick it up. After some time, she opened her eyes just for a moment, as if to inspect the people sitting around her. He sensed a nice opportunity and asked her for the newspaper.

“Ya, sure.”

She shut her eyes again. Having read a few pages, he too felt sleepy. He folded the newspaper neatly and placed it beside the girl. He tried sleeping but in vain. After some time, he gave up. Most of the people were now asleeep, so he felt bored. The girl finally woke up. He thought of starting a conversation.

“To Chennai?”

“No, I have to go to Bangalore.”


He had finally broken the ice. The conversation was a soothing one because the journey was very long and the route was too dry. The girl hailed from a place somewhere in his neighboring state and attended a medical college in Banagalore. She talked endlessly about her college and her friends. It seemed she had known the boy since eternity. The boy too was delighted at this.

“I am in my second year but it seems like ages. I still regret the day I thought of going for medical!”

“Don’t presume that engineering is a piece of cake!”

“I know yaar. Still I can’t get along with medicine. You know, all my siblings are pursuing engineering, and I am stuck here.” She laughed as she said so.

“So sad for you! How’s life there? Were you ragged too?”

“Yes, ragging is inevitable, you will agree to that! But it was all very peaceful. They tried to scare us with skulls and all. Hey, do you know what one of my seniors did? He took a skull, put an electric bulb inside, and decorated it in colourful clothes! That was meant to scare us, will you believe that?”

“Very funny!”

“What about you? Ragging in engineering colleges is severe, I’ve heard.”

“Well, do you remember Munnabhai? That was something I faced. “


And they talked and talked. After few hours, they realised that they didn’t know each other’s names. He asked for her name.

“That sounds Bengali. Is it?”

“Yes. What is your name?” She sked.

He told her his name.

“A Bengali name. But you are not Bengali, I suppose?”


“Then what are you?”

“You mean caste?”

“No! Why caste? I mean your origins. Which place? From where did caste come into picture?” She was laughing again.

He told her about his college and friends and narrated some very funny incidents of his college life, which made her chuckle. She talked about her professors, some very boring ones and some highly intellectual ones. She said one of her professors had answer to every damn question they ask and they aptly named him “Google Search!”

When a pantry fellow came with tea, he offered her one, which she gladly accepted. Next time, she offered him a cup of coffee. It was all very friendly.

The train stopped at a station at around 7 in the evening. A bookstall was present just next to their window. She was gazing intently on a Femina. He asked her if she wanted it. She was wavering. He got up to fetch the magazine for her. She asked him not to bother, but he alighted on the platform. She paid the vendor through the window. He also bought some mint for himself.
The train resumed its journey. The next day was 1st of January. He wished her for a happy year and she reciprocated his greetings. He offered her the mint whenever he had one. So much that she remarked, “You have literally given me the half of what you bought!”

She said how the boys of her class had the untidiest of rooms and how the girls have the cleanest. “It’s a universal phenomena” he answered.

She taled about her interest in palmistry and he told her about his friend who had similar interest.

They talked about endless things. She had to alight at Chennai from where she had a connecting train after a couple of hours. “Wake me up tomorrow, else I am sure to miss Chennai.”
“Don’t worry.” He assured her.

Next moring he asked her to get up. She didn’t. She was fast asleep. She touched her gently, for the first time, on the elbow and told her that Chennai was appraoching. She then got up.
Both of them got down at around 3:30 am at Chennai station. Both bid goodbyes to each other, and he said it was nice meeting her, offering for a handshake. She shook hands with him, remarking that it was indeed a pleasure to share his company.

This was a true story.

In case you didn’t notice, he didn’t ask for her cell number. He didn’t unnecessarily shake hands at every silly thing. He didn’t plead for future contact. Some relationships, some friendships are born instantly and you never see that friend again after few days. Yet, you relish the friendship. He understood that.

This is not a deliberate attempt to defend the male sex. But this is just a humble request to girls that “boys” need not be considered as “lustful” or “despo” or “uncomfortable to be with.” I came across many girls who considered that boys always stare at them, harass them mentally and are responsible for a feeling of insecurity and lack of confiddence in them. But not all boys are like that. What I mean is that girls are right in employing protective means when facing or dealing with strangers, but they should have a feeling of trust towards friends. It really hurts when you talk to some childhood friend and feel a distantness in her manners. It hurts if she doesn’t agree when you say that you will drop her to her house.

To all girls reading this, I request to be “friendly” to your friends, and to all boys reading this, I request to give the girls reasons to be very friendly. Friendship is a wonderful feeling and must be cherished in every sphere.

We part to meet again

May 3, 2007 2 comments

Examinations are finally over and it’s now time to relax. I have a month long training in Goa, beginning 7th of May. I definitely look forward to it! But it’s now parting time once again. Not so prolonged one, yet we part. It doesn’t feel good. This time I will say goodbye to seniors who are undoubtedly among the best people I have ever met in my life. I hadn’t thought of it till Doodh remarked that when we come back for the next sem, those fourth yearites won’t be with us! A week or two ago, I had a chat with Uday (one of those 4th yearites). He said he couldn’t believe he was about to leave IIT!! Two years have passed for me. Three more to go. Let’s hope for the best for everyone…