White Tiger

Lately I was afflicted by the “I want to write but what do I write” syndrome.

And then I was buggered by the “Excellent I will write on this topic but when do I write it” disease.

But I couldn’t resist from writing on what I have hit this time around.

WHITE TIGER BY ARAVIND ADIGA

Described as “With remorselessly and delightfully mordant wit”,

I seriously doubt that delightful part.

I know every one is gaga over the fact that the book has won the bookers prize.

And 99% of the people are hitting the bookstalls for this reason only, after all a award winning book by a Indian author has to be read by every Indian.

A brilliantly written book, one you surely can’t ignore once you have started.

The simple yet non colloquial way of narration has been tastefully done.

But the only thought that used to run through my mind while reading was doesn’t the writer find even one good thing about our country?

The author I feel has twisted every existing belief, custom, life style, behavior etc into a negative aspect just in the name of reality check.

There are numerous beautiful books out there which have exposed some of the most horrifying truths but have also appreciated the few things that are still good.

An apt example would be The kite Runner and A thousand Splendid suns by Khaled Hosseini.

Both the books explore the war ravaged country Afghanistan, the brutality faced by the inhabitants of that country, the atrocities inflicted on the poor people, the dirty politics and war that have eaten away a once beautiful country.

But Khaled has also highlighted the fact that in the sea of negativity there still exist some hope, there still exist some good men out there who genuinely want to do good for others and for themselves.

Life and people are not as evil as has been portrayed by Mr Arvind Adiga.

I don’t think everyone in this country is as morally depraved as the characters in that book.

Neither am I denying the existence of such people, but this holds true for every nation not just India.

Don’t accuse me of not being able to accept the truth.

I am full aware of the fact that most of the things mentioned in the book are true, but not all.

I firmly believe our people are not so amoral, depraved and insensitive.

True for me....

So many times I had this weird feeling that the same sets of events have already taken place.

As if I am living through the sequence again and again, going in a circle.

Whenever I feel this I try really hard to remember the exact circumstances of my previous encounter, but try as hard as I might it still eludes me.

But still have this gut feeling that I am not wrong.

It’s kind of like a déjà-vu.

And this feeling fascinates me because the key to the puzzle eludes me.

Each such encounter feels like a teasing, a reminder that I have yet not cracked the bounded coloured box.

What if it actually turns true, that we are indeed living in a time loop?

Guess this is what makes life exciting, the unexpectedness that lines every aspect of our life.

Have you ever woken up feeling you just fell from a height.

A feeling of weightlessness because of the illusion of falling marks this experience.

Free fall which lasts a split second and before you know what’s happening you are awake.

Some things are best left alone, knowing everything takes away the charm of curiosity.

Updates....

Long time since I jotted down my thoughts.

Many things have changed in a short span of time.

College days are over for me and a new professional life has taken its baby steps.

Complete carefree days has become a thing of past rather than being the norm of life.

Responsibility has taken the centre stage.

Managing your time and resources , taking responsibilty for things that happen around you.

No more th defense of "being just a student" comes in use.

Offcourse this in no ways mean that there is no exictement in what am doing right now.

Infact I feel so good, as if atlast am doing something constructive.

But I have realised with the right environment you can be encouraged to do even the most pathetic job in the world.

Positive vibes matter a lot, and I have been blessed with a wonderful work environment.

Once you start working you truly come to know your strength and weaknesses.

You come to know what you are cut for.

The cluttered image becomes less confusing with each step you take towards working on yourself.

But I miss my friends.

Now also when I meet up with my old friends I feel as if am back to my zone.

The same old crappy talk, back to jeans and tops, hogging on junk food and basically doing all the time pass in the world.

Its like a breath of fresh air when I sit and speak utter crap and not having the pressure of being always right running through my head.

In college every mistake was forgiven with an indulgent view.

Another dissatisfied soul......

Sometimes I feel today’s work culture erodes the family culture in a way.

An ambition for which diligent work has to be done somehow leaves mortal people who are part of your life in the back burner.

Like you are working towards something you feel will make your life secure and perfect yet loosing track of the purpose for which you were creating a secure world.

So where are we heading. Is there a solution for this thing?

Can’t we balance out things, remain ambitious yet be less greedy rather than dredging the same old loop of aspiring, achieving and dissatisfaction with the achievements.

O Henry

William Sydney Porter better known as O. Henry, has got some of the most amazing literary works credited to his name.

Right now I am reading his selected collection of short stories; around 51 short stories are there in all.

He has written about 400 short stories in his lifetime.

His each and every story is characterized by twist endings.

When you start a story you will be like what where is it heading, there is something that author is trying to say and sure enough at the end you come to know the essence of each character.

Each setting is different from one another; the characters are refreshingly simple yet have a meaningful existence in terms of the message that the author is trying to convey.

You can always be assured of a typical “O Henry ending”.

It will always be playful and optimistic making you smile at how a simple story can make such a profound impression on you.

Every character has been inspired by every day people and for each setting a section of the society has been chosen and has been wittingly described.

Wit that’s the 1^st thing that hits you when you read his works, witty is the one word that’s present in abundance in his every work.

If any one can get a hold on any of his works then please do read it.

You will love it.

No body can escape the charm of his witty, playful, optimistic, simple and graceful style of writing.

Back with another set of thoughts….

Things taken for granted make sure they haunt us back in the form of longing….

A look that made you smile every day may not be there when you think you have it….

Dreaming is fair enough if coupled with some hard work….

Happiness does have a knack of coming up knocking your way when we are about to loose all hope…..

Solution is there for every apparently unsolvable problem……

Lazing around is the best way to skirt important work to be done….

Boredom is the best indication of how useless your routine has become….

Best way to tackle uselessness is to make you yourself useful in some way or the other….

Setting high goals does prepare one with satisfactory results….

No one is born with knowledge it can be garnered whenever you feel doing so….

It’s your business to find your strength at most you can find a guide for this purpose…

Excellent times have to be cherished because they sure not going to repeat that often…..

Period of lull to be looked upon with optimism for future and not with despair of the present……

Ultimate frustrated thoughts

Rusted brain which hasn’t been oiled for the past at least four to five years…

Vague idea about future… but firm on what not to do….

Pampered in small little ways….

Foolishly friendly to every other person but have found some gold coins on the way…

Clinging to things that are not supposed to be disturbed in the first place…

Whiling away the time for now yet no regrets….

No focus just lazy mindset….. with little upstarts in between to do some quality stuff…

One moment excessively happy next moment confused….

Desperately wants to be frank with oneself yet the evil ego comes in between…..

My Musings..

Behavior solely decides others attitude towards you.

To an extent at least, you see being nice doesn’t necessarily mean you will be treated equally nicely.

So I guess the foremost thing that one need to understand is that you yourself can only satisfy ones need.

Others may be able to compliment it, because what satisfies you is decided by you.

So raise the bar for yourself (so that you work hard to achieve your target) and lower the bar for others (waiting for others to do your job is plain laziness and foolishness on your part).

So called final year project ......

Last final semester and all I have done is time pass.

In between studied for may be 4 to 5 days during mid semester.

For rest I can safely say all I did was finding different ways to while away my time.

But all this was broken with the unexpected project presentation that was expected from morons like us who had done nothing to present.

Our project topic is fault detection using wavelet transform and all we had managed to understand so far was wavelet transform.

Every project session (which itself numbered very less) was marked by finding few more IEEE papers related to the research papers done in our topic without going through any of them.

Yet we were unperturbed by the prospect of the presentation, after all this whole thing was arranged for our juniors.

So with this happy thought we made an entire ppt with 32 slides and started reading serious stuff.

All this crashing down when we showed our ppt to our guide who clearly ordered us to change the whole damn ppt with more focus on the detection techniques.

This meant going through all the ieee papers.

Oh by the way before all this mess we did try genuinely to learn matlab to use it for analyzing signals.

But after one week we had to accept we have too less time to learn that properly.

So yesterday we went through all the detection techniques and found after all it’s not that bad.

Infact it is interesting for the most part.

After properly understanding we made slides which took us some 4 hours, and then our pc crashed so we lost all the slides.

We tried all possible options to retrieve the data but ended up making the slides again.

So an entirely abnormal but fruitful day ended with us reaching our home at 11 in the night all exhausted but glad.

As far as the presentation is concerned, am sure none of my juniors must have followed all the mathematical mumbo jumbo that we spoke today.

Total tp...

For the past few days am racking my brain as to what to write about.

Went through all my previous blogs and trust me am baffled that how in the world did I write all those serious things.

You write the best when you have got nothing else to do (meaning you are all time bored with nothing constructive to do) or when writing is the only medium to vent out your charged emotions.

Off coz the blogs that I have written to do away with negative feelings are the ones that actually elude me.

So where was I, yup what’s up with me?

Well nothing much, just adapting to new changes in my life, doing time pass, basically having a jolly good time.

Not that this is any different from my usual days but yes the change that’s going on now is a good change for a change; because as I said before I hate changes but that’s the only thing that is constant.

Recently a close friend of mine gifted me a special book by the name The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini.

It’s simple but a powerful story of journey of two people as different as you can get yet bonded by a bond which goes beyond the bond of blood.

The language is at its simplest form but the words provoke you to think beyond what is implied.

Subtlety at its best; that’s the best way I can put it.

On one hand you have got Amir who has got everything that a materialistic world can provide him with and you have Hassan, poverty slapped onto his face yet has got everything.

But some how Amir is the one you can relate with and Hassan some one whom you can idolize.

The story begins with these two people sharing a curious bond with no name, set in the time when Afghanistan was obscured from the world map because of its normality.

Through this book you get to know a beautiful world which once existed in Afghan before it was ravaged by one and all.

It makes you realize what we have lost due to our human errors.

The pulsating culture, the pride, the exquisite cuisine, the scenic beauty, the action packed kite running etc that existed in Afghan once upon time has been beautifully put down.

Between all these intrinsic details you have got our lead pair living a life at its innocent best.

T++ alliance group

Jan 7^th was the day when our crazy dance troop aka T++ alliance group was formed.

Am still trying to work out as to how in the world did we convince people like Aditya to dance that to on crazy numbers.

Because believe me even hard core dancers will think twice before agreeing to scheme that we had formulated.

Ok did I just say we naaa let me correct that, the creator of the whole concept was the one and only Nishant Prabhu, no one else will even think of presenting such an idea to a group who are all in there final year engineering .

Ok enough of jargon let me get straight into what he came up at the end of the day.

We had people coming in blazers and all and dancing to the tunes of nache re mora, girls behaving like dons, guys doing hip hop in lungis and doing out of the world steps in an equally eye popping Tamil song.

But the one routine which won many hearts was guys doing all jhatkas and matkas for Maar Dala song.

After our performance during the elims all the guys in the audience declared that they are ready to turn into gays after seeing Aditya dance.

And sadly for us girls no one was even bothered to have a look at our routines all were to agog to see what next crazy thing are guys gonna come up with.

But one thing I will say I never had so much fun.

Our dance sessions used to be filled with jokes with me screaming at the top of my voice at deaf people.

Our breaks used to be of minimum 2 hours for fear of giving out the wrong signal of dedication.

And like any daily soap opera we had all the turns and twist like robe, nishant and Adish having their interviews scheduled on the actual performance day because of which mid way we scraped the whole dance.

Then thanks to the excellent buttering of Nishant we all agreed to dance at least till the elims and as expected getting selected knowing that we won’t be able to perform on the actual day of performance that is impact day…. convincing the entire PA team to let us perform on the 2^nd day of pratibimb.

God but everything was worth it.

The people who were initially skeptical about the dance even they miss the dance, now that it’s over.

Kudos to all the guys for their sporty spirit and us girls for tolerating them he he….

TRICAL TURLY ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As crazy as it gets...

Destruction of expectation coined by nishant and followed by one and all in our crazy trical group.

You think you are a good reader of a person’s character then come to our class and all your cherished skills will be put to shame.

Though all are well nigh 21 yet seldom do we act like one.

Yes we do have characters like Anup Rao who claim to be all matured and have got this ‘ I don’t care “ placard hung around his neck 24/7 yet is the most eager one to listen to all sorts of gossips.

And will come up with a justification like he needs fodder to have fun or something to that tune.

Blunt to the point and biggest critic u can ever have.

Off coz he finds ample support in Aditya Hariharan who for 1 moment will speak on some technical stuff and not make any sense whatsoever even though we all hail from the same so called electrical branch and next moment record absolute crap and play it all day long.

Who doesn’t get worked up so easily but has a blast watching others getting worked up.

His best friend Deepayan as lazy as one can get off coz swati can give him a tough competition in this area.

Nocturnal creature and sarcasm etched on every word he utters.

Good at sports yet don’t see any point in going for matches which are scheduled early morning.

Then we have got the crazy trio Nishant, Adish and Rohit Bendre.

Restless and constant chattering, popping up with hair raising ideas which even

4 year olds will feel embarrassed to do.

Offcoz at no point of the day will they accept that they are kiddish instead you will be blamed for having no sense of humour.

Macky and Ankur the two characters whom you can trigger any moment with any thing.

Mad people who prefer to think from their heart rather than applying brains when they get worked up.

Hot blooded …

Govind is the best but of all… he is so sweet and sporting.

Dunno how rotho tolerates this crazy group the only sane one in the group if one 4gets his deadly pjs.

Then comes the fevicol group me, Swati, Jyothsna, Chithu, Shweta and Pooja.

No need to introduce them, already have writtena lot of crap about them.

So that pretty much makes up our trical dance group.

Am pretty sure when every one reads this all will be like what about you well all I can say is am not as insane as Nishant.

thoughts to fill in......

Appearance is deceptive a phrase that I picked from my school days and yet still marvel every time it crops up from no where.

Off coz another thing that excite as well as scares is change, the only thing that is constant.

So here I am thinking that I know everything that’s happening around me yet no clue about the culmination.



I know will be paying for my foolhardiness pretty soon, but you see it’s after all human to err.
And mistakes and setbacks are great propellers to boost up my energy.
After all constant jerks are good eye openers.

Goa Trip!!!!!!!

Don't believe your friends when they ask you to be honest with them. All they really want is to be maintained in the good opinion they have of themselves.
-Albert Camus

Is a thing of past…..

These last few weeks have shown me “friends are born not made’.

You just need some moments to truly get to know each other to connect.

Sometimes even when we know a person is a great human being still somehow we don’t manage to be close to that person.

Am sure we all have experienced this at least at some point of time.

So this post is dedicated to the beautiful moments that we had with our class.

Thanks to our dedicated set of managers headed by the self proclaimed god Nishant Prabhu we all 40 of us headed for Goa for 3 nights and four days on 16^th of dec.

Initially we all felt there was some awkwardness but as time passed we all gelled like anything.

Doing crazy water sports like banana boat, Para sailing and speed boat during day time and at the same time freaking out people in the middle of the night doing planchet.

Off coz planchet was one man show by Mr. Nishant …. because of which all the girls slept in 1 bed…. and guys too tried their best to erase all the remains of the planchet setting so that they can sleep peacefully…. and when all of us came to know it was staged all the guys praised nishant left and right laced with all the bad words in the world…

We didn’t visit half of the goa but somehow it didn’t matter at all because we had so much fun in our group only.

But whateverplaces we visited were beautiful and peaceful, places like St basicilica , Chapora fort, the Cathedral, Aguada fort etc can take your breath away with their beauty.

The only disappointment was that Dona Paula.

God when we reached theresomebody told me the place is dedicated to a couple

Dauna and Paula who had it seems committed suicide from that point, what crap.

After reaching home thanks to the link sent by Adi I came to know Dauna stands for Madame and Madame Paula was an extremely charitable lady… talk about some fancy folklore and actual bland reality.

Ohh god the food, I have to mention this it’s very spicy and u just can’t eat the whole damn dish in goa.

God either they serve too much in one plate or u don’t have any place left inyour stomach with all that beach water.

Here I have to mention our girls room which was dubbed washing room my Anup.

It was pigsty in one word; on the last day when we saw all the clean rooms of guys we were positively mortified.

Water and sand used to cover the floor and all the clothes strewn around with absolutely no order.

Goa and drinks go hand in hand.

This was amply proved by our class ka guys.

But kudos to them for keeping every time atleast 2 3 people in control to control the rest of the talli people.

Man drunk people are the most entertaining people around and deepayan wins hands down in this competition followed by santosh and beautifully rounded up by aditya.

Hari was thoda scary, but was fun watching him also saying all crap.

Like this I can go on and on about our class trip but some things can only be experienced not narrated to feel the enjoyment.

The card games that I played for the 1^st time, sitting on the beach and just relaxing, antics of Rohit bendre and his entire group, we girls chit chatting till the wee hours, the cruise which was dominated by VJTI, awesome steps of adi during the DJ, singing all songs based on each character of our class, brain theories by Shri Anup Rao at 1 in the night etc

God crazy class on the whole but total fun, and the most cool thing that I am happy about is the comfort level that exist now thanks to this amazing trip, meticulously planned by Nishant, Anup, Aditya and Ankur.

Aamchi aai tumchi aai Veermata Jeejabai

Hip hip hurraayyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Calmness

Circle of thoughts was just a fantasy I thought…..

A beautifully phase from which I will soon get over………

Reality which was too good to be true….

But what else could I think……

There was an absolute change in the ways I perceived everything….

Things seemed not to affect me so much as they used to….

There was calmness in my approach to things which deserved such an attitude….

No sense of urgency anymore…..

It’s a good change that’s for sure…..

No more getting worked up for all the things that crop up…

If things have to happen they will happen if not then chuck it…

You can’t do everything ….

Some things are best left alone…..