Hemant kumar BIET JHANSI

Observation and Perception, we as humans should not be intuistically bounded.

2011-06-03T00:24:00.000+05:30

The other day i was at Kashyap canteen,the one at saket.I saw a few ants crawling nearby where i was sitting,they were crawling at a below normal pace that these creatures are bound to.Amarnath was with me.I questioned him regarding the slow pace ,these creatures seemingly busy with their own business were exhibiting,he ignored my intuition (as obvious it was).Seemingly unsatisfied with the response of my neighbor i told him the exact reason of the ants slow pace.

A question that struck me,why is it that some people question everything that happens around them and some don't?why is it that people remain unaware of raw facts worth analyzing that are strewn hither-tither?Or is it just too bad a habit to question something and anything?

There are certain truths which stand out so openly on the roadsides of life, as it were, that every passer-by may see them Yet, because of their very obviousness, the general run of people disregard such truths or at least they do not make them the object of any conscious knowledge. People are so blind to some of the simplest facts in every-day life that they are highly surprised when somebody calls attention to what everybody ought to know. Examples of things falling around due to gravity lie around us in hundreds of thousands; but observers like Newton are rare.(Its not that i am saying like i want to be a newton)

Walking about in the garden of Nature, most men have the self-conceit to think that they know everything; yet almost all are blind to one of the outstanding principles that Nature employs in her work. This principle may be called the inner isolation as i had observed among the roughly 300-400 people living here at BIET Jhansi with me, which characterizes each and every living species on this earth.

Even a superficial glance is sufficient to show that all the innumerable forms in which the life-urge of Nature manifests itself are subject to a fundamental law one may call it an iron law of Nature which compels the various species to keep within the definite limits of their own mind forms.For example each animal mates only with one of its own species. The dog cohabits only with the female dog, the bird with the the female bird, the stork with the stork, the mouse with the mouse,and the human with another human..
Deviations from this law of self-isolation and ignorant to the happenings around take place only in exceptional circumstances. This happens especially under the compulsion of captivity.Captivity,especially the mental one is a a very dangerous thing for an intelligent species like us.Mental captivity can be of any form.Captivity of getting attracted to a girl and not being able to think beyond that,not being able to use one's faculties of reasoning while she is around,not being able to think wisely in the opposite sex's presence.And not being able to think when in an situation of emergency requiring patience and thought. But then Nature abhors such thinking with all her might;and her protest is most clearly demonstrated by the fact that the hybrid is either sterile by mind or the fecundity of its group is limited in reasoning and active use of mind too.

In most cases hybrids and their progeny are denied the ordinary powers of resistance to abnormal and adverse situations demanding out of the box analysis and thinking or the natural means of defence against outer attack.Such a dispensation of Nature is quite logical.

The mentally stronger must dominate.And not harm with the weaker, which would signify the sacrifice of its own higher nature. Only the born weakling can look upon this principle as cruel, and if he does so it is merely because he is of a feebler nature and narrower mind; for if such a law did not direct the process of evolution then the higher development of organic life would not be conceivable at all.

The fox remains always a fox, the goose remains a goose, and the tiger will retain the character of a tiger. The only difference that can exist within the species must be in the various degrees of structural strength and active power, in the intelligence, efficiency, endurance, etc.,with which the individual specimens are endowed. It would be impossible to find a fox which has a kindly and protective disposition towards geese, just as no cat exists which has a friendly disposition towards mice.
That is why the struggle between the various species does not arise from a feeling of mutual antipathy but rather from hunger and love. In both cases Nature looks on calmly and is even pleased with what happens. The struggle for the daily livelihood leaves behind in the ruck everything that is weak or diseased or wavering; while the fight of the male to possess the female gives to the strongest the right, or at least, the possibility to propagate its kind. And this struggle is a means of furthering the health and powers of resistance in the species. Thus it is one of the causes underlying the process of development towards a higher quality of being.

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If the case were different the progressive process would cease, and even retrogression might set in.Since the inferior always outnumber the superior, the former would always increase more rapidly if they possessed the same capacities for survival and for the procreation of their kind; and the final consequence would be that the best in quality would be forced to recede into the background. Therefore a corrective measure in favour of the better quality must intervene. Nature supplies this by establishing rigorous conditions of life to which the weaker will have to submit and will thereby be numerically restricted; but even that portion which survives cannot indiscriminately multiply, for here a new and rigorous selection takes place, according to mental strength and health.

The act which brings about such a development is a sin against the will of the Eternal Creator. And as a sin this act will be avenged.Man's effort to build up something that contradicts the iron logic of Nature brings him into conflict with those principles to which he himself exclusively owes his own existence. By acting against the laws of Nature general people think that they prepares the way that leads to thier ruin.

I disagree.

Let's Question nature,for we are the one's who can do it.

"Man can control even Nature."

A Conversation.

2011-05-21T11:40:00.000+05:30

He was not a happy man.

Jatin's frayed nerves resisted to get cooled even in the plush comfort of the air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdhi express.He was the Project Manager and still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought; he had tried to reason with the admin person, it was the savings in time. As PM, he had so many things to do!!

He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use.

"Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop.Jatin glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.

"You people have brought so much advancement to the country, Sir. Today everything is getting computerized. "

"Thanks," smiled Jatin, turning around to give the man a look. He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stockily built like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass.

"You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office and write something on a computer and it does so many big things outside."

Jatin smiled deprecatingly. Naive ness demanded reasoning not anger. "It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it."

For a moment, he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but restrained himself to a single statement. "It is complex, very complex."

"It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply.

This was not turning out as Jatin had thought. A hint of belligerence crept into his so far affable, persuasive tone. "

Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in. Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work. Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office, does not mean our brows do not sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe me that is no less taxing."

He could see, he had the man where he wanted, and it was time to drive home the point.

"Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centers across the country.

Thousands of transactions accessing a single database, at a time concurrently; data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand the complexity in designing and coding such a system?"

The man was awestruck; quite like a child at a planetarium. This was something big and beyond his imagination.

"You design and code such things."

"I used to," Jatin paused for effect, "but now I am the Project Manager."

"Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over,

"So your life is easy now."

This was like the last straw for Jatin. He retorted, "Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work.

Design and coding! That is the easier part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality.

To tell you about the pressures, there is the customer at one end, always changing his requirements, the user at the other, wanting something else, and your boss, always expecting you to have finished it yesterday."

Jatin paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realization. What he had said, was not merely the outburst of a wronged man, it was the truth. And one need not get angry while defending the truth.

"My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't know what it is to be in the Line of Fire"

The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Jatin.

"I know sir.... I know what it is to be in the Line of Fire......."

He was staring blankly, as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time.

"There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night.

The enemy was firing from the top.

There was no knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom.

In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive."

"You are a...?"

"I am Subedar Sushant from the 13 J&K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a soft assignment.

But, tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier.

On the dawn of that capture, one of my colleagues lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker.

It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety. But my captain sahib refused me permission and went ahead himself.

He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded... ....his own personal safety came last, always and every time."

"He was killed as he shielded and brought that injured soldier into the bunker. Every morning thereafter, as we stood guard, I could see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant for me. I know sir....I know, what it is to be in the Line of Fire."

Jatin looked at him in disbelief not sure of how to respond. Abruptly, he switched off the laptop.

It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a Word document in the presence of a man for whom valor and duty was a daily part of life; valour and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical heroes.
The train slowed down as it pulled into the station, and Subedar Sushant picked up his bags to alight.

"It was nice meeting you sir."

Jatin fumbled with the handshake.

This hand... had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, and hoisted the tricolour. Suddenly, as if by impulse, he stood up at attention and his right hand went up in an impromptu salute.

It was the least he felt he could do for the country.

GD-PI Process,an unnecessary process in selecting candidates for MBA.

2011-04-08T21:21:00.001+05:30

This is my 100th post upon this webspace of mine.Kuch achcha likhna chaah raha tha par bheje main dhangg ka kuch ghusa hi nahi.Anyway,lets proceed.. Each one of us who've appeared for MBA entrance tests are familiar with the selection process that includes Group discussions and personal interviews.... In march i had my IIT Kharagpur interview as i was shortlisted on the basis of my JMET score for thier Vinod Gupta School Of Management(VGSOM) MBA programme.I had my GD first.Later when i entered the room for my PI the very first question that the panel asked was "What is the important role played by GD in selecting students for MBA?".I replied exactly opposite of what that Professor might have expected from me.

I said"Sir,i think GD and PI both are invalid processes in selecting applicants !".Thier reaction--"much larger eyeballs" staring back at me :P.

People are trained on "how to speak in GDs" and "How to prepare your interview answers?" etc by professional trainers and that's an industry in itself. Thousands of applicants each year get to know the nuances of clearing these selection rounds and then get final admits into the b-schools.

According to me, they are all being a part of a broken system and one that is invalid in today's working environments, challenges, and other related factors upon which the selection processes are modelled.

If one of the major objectives in a GD is to check how one will perform in situations that involves groups, and tackle issues like group-think etc, then we are addressing challenges that existed 30-40 years back. In today's organization culture, people rarely work in such large groups and at most times team members work with each other from remote locations. The whole structure of GD and the way of selection (or rejection as many point out) was based on the industrial/manufacturing revolution that happened many years back. I don't think it will be wrong to say that the entire MBA curriculum in many places and countries (like India) is predicated on those lines to satisfy Industrial revolution requirements.

The challenges of today and the future are different. I don't want to use a system that broken and invalid to select people into my curriculum for meeting present and future challenges. What will test them for through a GD? Why should I subject someone to a 20-30 minutes jabber and then take a call on that?

Same goes for the PI. If I am to believe that b-school selection process reflects the requirements of the corporate world, then a single PI is not the norm of selection anyways in any large corporation for jobs worthy of MBA graduates.

Some of the best companies to work-with and the ones that are changing the rules (to be followed by others soon) are not hiring based on 1 interview or 1 essay. There are multiple rounds, tasks, etc which are lined up to test the skill sets of individuals. No longer are people getting promoted to their level of incompetence. There are proper systems in place in the corporate world, but let's understand that its all dynamic and prone to deviation and changes towards betterment.

Whats really sad is as Professors, academicians, and that lot- nothing is being worked out to get to better solutions. Selecting through GD-PI is as good as selecting people at random - both are broken systems and will not yield the best results. Some might argue that through GD-PI the fittest survive and then get admitted. Then we are making the MBA curriculum represent entirely differently, and some of the best minds will get rejected only because they could not speak in a fish-market-GD or could not convince some doubting-thomas during the PI. Please note that people who are part of these panels are also products of that previous generation who see fitment to match perceptions according to their Jurassic work-ethics and culture.

A system-wide change is required to revolutionize the entire process. Maybe some anthropological study can be conducted across the industry spectrum to understand today's work-ethics and ways and then reflect the same in the selection process accordingly.

PS:IIT Kharagpur came out with the list of selected candidates for thier MBA programme and I..am not one of them.

Valentine's Day...and my Stupid little heart

2011-02-04T22:22:00.004+05:30

You have no idea of what m talking about am sure.. Human beings are so emotional..emotions run so deep in them.we r d best thing created by this god ever.i"ve heard ur entire life flashes in a second before u die,first of all that 1 second isn't a second at all.it stretches on forever like an ocean of time n infinite feelings u wuld hav had in ur entire life.for me it was lying on my back in my room..gazing though d window at d falling stars..nd d fallen leaves of d dying trees dat lined our hostel's street..like my old grandmothers hand caring my forehead...nd d frst time i saw my prize i won as first prize in civil's event at BIET....and my beloved frnds...my frnds...at CTKHS..at KV...nd frnds at BIET..whom i"ll soon lose....forever...but then its hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world..sometimes i feel like m seeing it all at once nd its too much..my heart fills like a balloon tats about to burst...nd then i remember to relax ..nd try holdin to whatever i've got...frnds..happy moments...and feelings..and then it falls upon me like rain..and i can't feel anything but gratitude fr every single person that came in my life...this stupid little life..You have no idea of what m talking about am sure...but don't worry ...You will....someday

2011-02-03T01:17:00.000+05:30

"I come to this magnificent house of worship tonight,
Because my conscience leaves me no other choice.
A true revolution of values will lay hands on the world order and say of war:
This way of settling difference is not just.
This business of burning human beings with napalm,
Filling our nation's homes with orphans and widows,
Of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into veins of people normally humane.

Of sending men home from the dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged,
Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Happiness-a contagious gloom

2011-01-08T18:19:00.000+05:30

It first struck me a few months back while in a transport on a road in jhansi one of d many cities that have witnessed my childhood(yes am a child at heart !). I happnd to see a young poor boy f inconsiderable means - a street urchin as the sort is referred 2,he could be compared wid one of our BIET Jhansi's mess workers. He was laughing, his head thrown back in mirth, possibly over sum comment of his begging companion or on witnessing sumthng on d road. In dat one moment, his means, the dirt, the hunger, the bleak future - they were all forgotten, sacrificied in favour of the mirth he hd dipped his mind into. I wondered how convenient it would be if one could freeze time to that one moment - the boy then would be in happiness forever - no adversity would face him. We are not lacking in moments of joy - whatever our circumstances or station in life - our problem is that they are only temporal.

Some months back,when we aere being alloted rooms at New Boys Hostel,as I was with some amusement and some pain, reflecting on my own state f mind, which hd frm relative happiness, plunged to some pain nd with the passage of time and some more events, jumped to an even happier frame than before it sank. It seemed that ny feeling of joy or sorrow seemed particularly intense (if not exclusive) to only those times when a change in circumstance happened. That it to say, there seemed to be no inherent elation or despair in any particular state (or set of conditions) - these feelings manifested themselves only when dere was a change. So a change for a poorer set of conditions would generate sorrow and for d better - joy.

If I were 2 illustrate wid an aid of a very simplified exmple - if u were on an income of Rs 100,000/- a month nd I were on Rs. 5000/-, and if both of us hd been at our respective levels for some time, we would both be (all other things being equal) equally happy / unhappy. If however, I found my income the next day increased to Rs 100,000 my joy would be intense, equalled by the depth of your despair should you find your income fall to Rs. 5000. There is a side road here on the relation between hope / expectation nd happiness, but I will go down that some other time filhaal to Ashu ka blog pad raha hun :)

So, d point being - happiness is a function of state change nd nt of any state in itself. Actually, 2 be more general, there are two sources of happiness - that of a state itself (HPst) and that of state change (HPchng) where HPchng seems many times higher than HPst.

HPchng however, fades wid time - it is felt keenly in the immediate aftermath of the state change, and fades with time as one becomes accustomed to the new state - and memories of the old fade.

Therefore, HP = HPst + HPchng(t) [HP=Happiness,St=state,Chng-Change]

With HPst negligibly small as compared to HPchng(t)

so, HP ~= HPchng(t)

Which makes me look like one of those Adobe placed guys frm our collg BIET Jhansi who illustate their points wid equations or pyramids or concentric circles or if they be more accomplished - with equations below pyramids surrounded by concentric circles but am nt one of them.

Anyway, taken in conjunction with the first case, we see that to have HP as high as possible for as long as possible (which seems to be in some form or another, a common goal of man), our state itself does not matter if we were to rest on it - what gives happiness is only rapidly changing each state for the better, without resting much on our laurels. Meaning, money or fame for example, are of no use but more money and more fame are to be welcomed. Which also leads to a painful conclusion - no matter how much one gathers or achieves, one can hold onto happiness only by gathering or achieving more. If you can see a Tantalus somewhere - yes, continually longing for more (and getting it) is the only known way to happiness.

Now, for a spanner in the works. We have referred so far to happiness. Change the signs and we're talking sorrow. So,

SW ~= SWchng(t) [SW=SORROW]

with an understanding that there is an SWst, but which is inconsiderable as compared to Sc(t) (remember the boy).

Now SWct(t) is a sorrow caused by the worsening of conditions. It too, thankfully, fades with time and memory, but always lurks around as long as there is a set of conditions worse than the current. Which means that the more one gathers or achieves, the more one is at the risk of SWchng(t). So the most impoverished, fate slapped survivor is at little risk of an SWchng(t). He has to contend only with SWst.

So, you see that your goal of eternal happiness can occur only by freezing time, or by rapidly changing states for the better. However, with each ascension of state, you risk losing it and landing up with SWchng(t).

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
-Hemant Kumar
the unknown

Houses do not breathe.......My childhood's tale of horror.

2010-12-22T19:30:00.004+05:30

I understand that my exams are around the corner,added to that the nervousness spread amongst us(the poor UPTU students)by ever non-ending circulars(adding to that Ashutosh Vikram's circular too...he he)but despite the prevelant tense atmosphere i would like to share here one of my greatest bhooootiya incident that happened to me when i was in my 8th std at CTKHS,Tundla.

To begin with ,that was the day when my nanaji had died.It was the first time i had ever seen a dead body in my life.....LIVE ! :)...My poor nanaji's body,as dead as a door nail.... was put in the middle of the varandha of thier house,everybody was mourning over his death,and almost everybody was crying and sympathizing with my poor nanaji except one ...................me !,i was not even pretending to mourn....u knw what,i was instead busy analysing and examining the effects on a body upon death comparing my nanaji's body with the bodies of little poor creatures that were kept in small shiny,twinkling jars filled with some shit in my biology lab.

Anyway the rituals were performed,everybody had some food at 7 pm and then it was time to sleep(at least fr me).Us din mere mamaji ke dono ladke bhi aaye hue the...Minku and Manoj bhaiya[Mayank vyas and Manoj Vyas],bhaiya was in 12th grade hence he was a bit serious kinda guy but as far me and minku were concerned we were considered as the weapons of mass destruction[whenever we were together],Chalo aage badte hain,since no one was happy as it was a day of mourning everybody just found a place wherever he could and went to sleep.I and minku were on the ground floor in the same room.My mamaji,mamiji,mummy,papa and buaji were in the hall in the older part of the house adjoining the verandha ,the rest[other people] were in the tent.

Though everybody was quite tired hence almost everyone of us went to sleep quite soon,except me and minku.Our young innocent 8th grade shaitaani minds imagined and discussed all sorts of hillarious things about nanaji,we wondered how nanji would have made it to the heavens without using a propellent ! nyway we continued gossiping and laughed and smiled and cherished everything that we had in our innocent minds.

“Will you two get to sleep? We can hear you all the way from our room” hollered my mother from the old part of the house. We referred to it as the old part because that was what it was. Our nanaji's home was an old country house that had a new addition built onto the back.A large mud room was what separated the old part from the new part. My brother and I had our bedrooms in the new part, and our parent’s bedroom was completely at the other end of the house.

“Yes mummy/yes buaji” we synchronized our voices for good effect and began to giggle some more. We were enjoying each other’s company and the novelty of having to share a bedroom for the next few days.We were glad for each others company because neither of us had felt very comfortable alone in the house. The strange thing was that although the old part was creepy with its spooky attic and the decaying dirt floor basement, it was the new part that sent shivers up our spine.

Once again a voice of reason bellowed from the old part of the house. This time it was my mamaji accompanied by my father. We understood we had reached our limits at this point. Our giggles and small talk turned to hushed whispers. As I began to settle in, minku quietly asked if I could hear ‘that’.
“Hear what?” I asked.
“Shh, listen” he replied.

Lying in my bed I strained my ears to hear what minku was referring to. Through the closed bedroom door, I could hear the faint sound of someone gently walking across the common room floor. “Sounds like Mom or Dad is checking in on us” I finally answered.
“Yeah, I guess.” exhaled minku from above.

As we lay quietly in the dark, the sound of the light foot steps slowly made there way to my room. “Dad is that you?” my maternal brother[minku] asked. The steps stopped but there was no reply.

“Mom is that you?” I giggled nervously. There was still no reply.
“Well one of them must be out there.” minku whisperer to me.

For the next few moments we were content with the idea that one of our parents was merely checking on us. Either that or my or his father was up to one of his tricks again. Then just as we were beginning to relax, a faint but detectable breathing came from the corridor.

“Did you hear that?” Concern was rising in minku’s voice.
“Uh huh.” I whispered, “Probably just mamaji trying to be funny.”
“Ok Dad, your not funny.” Growled minku towards the door.

For a moment the breathing stopped. Then it started again right outside our door. It wasn’t a heavy breath such as someone gasping for air, but rather light and fluid. Regardless of it being a parental hoax or not,minku and I were becoming very uncomfortable. I could feel the bed shift above me as he sat upright.

“Ok, he’s taking this too far.” he whispered in annoyance.
“I’m scared.” I admitted.

For a brief moment we sat frozen in our place, I with my blanket wrapped around me and minku like a tiger ready to pounce from a tree limb. The light breathing commenced once more. And then the unthinkable happened. The breathing came through our closed door and into the bedroom.

“What the hell!” shouted minku,utterly terrified. Leaping from the top bunk, he flung open the door and ran. Too petrified to move, I pulled my blanket over my head and prayed for something to take away what ever it was in my room. Gathering my courage, I unwrapped my head and listened. The only sound was the clamber of feet coming from my brother and both of our parents running towards my room.

My father and mamaji searched the room and the rest of the house but found nothing. Perhaps if it wasn’t the sheer look of terror on our faces, our parents would have passed it off as a child’s prank. Instead our parents rationalized it as the settling of the house. In the wisdom of my youth, I turned to them and announced, “Houses do not breathe.”
-Hemant Kumar
the unknown blogger

Sweet Memoirs of BIET Jhansi's Hostel Life

2010-11-26T04:19:00.000+05:30

The time has passed so fast but the memories or say the “ADHYAY” are so many that it might not be possible to pen down each of them in this post.'A Home Away From Home' is probably the best way we can sum up the essence of hostel life in a sentence.

A student's life is a medley of getting up in the morning, having a quick bath, followed by a very quick breakfast, running to reach the college on time and staying awake at class and wishing you were anywhere but here (maybe at the Mamu or at CC).

The lifeline of the Hostel is the TV Room - be it a cricket match, movie or Rakhi ka insaaf :), the power output of the students is enough to shatter the glass.

By then it is 7:30 and you are looking for someone in the hostel - where do you go? Not anywhere but the Mess, which provides food for all who care to come and and also an opportunity to throw bowlfulls of sabji on others faces if u feel like that the food is not good or the mess is too crowdy to eat,thus increasing ur public interaction substantially besides making u a fit contender for the javellin throw event for next CWG(i plan to throw rotis next time so that i may get a chance to participate in disk or discuss throw as they call it,who knows i might win a bronze !). For all those who don't and who are too broke to go out, you can visit the Deepak canteen - for all those late night studying students and Maggi, Omelette, chips for those who want a midnight snack. But better get back fast as the clock strikes 12 and Boom! Its birthday time..... chocolate cake, ciggis,daaaru,beer sheer,murga shurga.. GPL the birthday bumps - are all part and parcel of a hostel birthday party, an unforgettable experience.

The most dreaded job, the nightmare of a hostelite - Washing clothes(fr me)

All in all, life in the hostel is a blend of ups and downs, sharing of emotions, developing the friendship of a lifetime or just becoming strong enough to face the world. This is a place where your friends are your family with whom you share beautiful memories you would live to tell!The hostel life for me started in august 2006 and from there on i"ve met with various people. Some very interesting and some even more interesting. In Saket i and some of my best friends Deepesh,Bareilly(Gaurav) and Hapud(Pankaj)resided in Room No G-5,G10 AND G-7...though later on all of us settled our butts permanently in Barraelly's room G-7of the hostel.Being freshers we started preparing for the IIT-JEE,though thats a different story altogether and i wish to put that small but a major part of my life later on,let me continue with some of the sweet memoirs of our Hostel lives beginning with Saket and moving on to others subsequently.
The first incident which comes into mind is that of ragging. Ragging was great fun. In one of many incidents,which Deepesh is not aware of even today,I was asked to put a big “Danda” near Hapud's’s “LING” and was asked to suck it! In another incident “Hapud” was made to run from one side of the room to another and was asked to blow horn at various virtual stops. Can you guess how he was supposed to blow horn—- By pressing his butts!!
One when I,Barraelly and Haapud were walking in the campus when seniors like Nirmesh Tripathi sir and Mittal sir asked all three of us to sit on the road near kashyap canteen and pose like the three monkeys of Gandhiji.
Ha ha ha ha Barraelly was asked to be “Jo bandar dekh nahi sakta” and he closed his ears. WoW! said Tripathi sir!!!!
At that same time Hapud was running barefoot with slippers in his hands. Kya Scene tha!
Then in "MY" second year In those 2 months there was so much negative energy in the room,the roomies were the great Mahipal and seedha saadha Manoj Yadav. The guy(Mahipal) cried on every little things. “Aaj Garmi nahut Hai”, “Kuch Samajh nahi aa raha hai”, “Mess ka khaana bahut jhaantu hai” etc etc were his few statements. later , people like Bhardwaj,Eshan,Rathore etc were joined by me and thereafter started—-एक नया इतिहास जिसमे रोजाना एक नया अध्याय जोड़ा गया……..
@ One Night I, Hapud and Barraelyy were very depressed of having no girl friends while Deepesh was enjoying the life with Soooooooo Mannyyyyyyy.(deepesh sorry bhai,but hum logo ko yahi lagta tha :)
Barrelly requested me to somehow find him one girl . I readily agreed and asked him to get dressed the next day in New Kurta and wait at the CC near NBH hostel. He was made to wait for couple of hours and drank atleast 4 cups of tea "ALONE"…….. and girl?....there never was agirl going to come for him :)……….
The same night when the discussion was going on, Barrelly was sleeping but something happened and he suddenly waked and in a very बेचारी condition said to Deepesh– यार हमारा भी कुछ जुगाड़ लगाओ न……! I and everybody else laughed like anything seeing the face and ishtyle of Barrelly.

@Manoj yadav saahab को बीच बीच में कुछ हो जाता था. एक दिनों वोह मोजे पहन कर सो जाते थे तो कभी सर पर रूमाल बाँध कर, एक दिने GYM जाते थे तो एक दिनों दूध पीता थे…….. एक बार Cricket खेलते थे तो अगले दिनों सन्यास गोषित कर देते थे…… Manoj Yaadav Saaheb was just an amazing personality.
But he was like an elder brother to all of us and was very dear to g-5,g-3 and g-2 rooms.
@ एक नयी भख पेली जाती थी in semester 2nd when Barrealy used to get mangoes for us from his home. खाने के बाद सबको message किया जाता था………“आम पेल दिया गया है…..”
@ The real fun time was of the exams when all the people ran for some अज्ञातवास to study. Hapud used to teach new “AASANS” to cope with the examination fun.
@ Remember that Manoj Yadav episode. He was very happy that finally a very sexy girl and his old friend had break off with his BF and was showing interest in Yadavji(him). Then one night he entered G-5 in under wear and said, “हमारा चूतिया कट गया , उसका तो पहले से ही boy friend है” All the roommates(BARRAELLY,HAPUD,ME,MAHIPAL,BHARDWAJ AND LAKHMANI) laughed a lot that night and enjoyed the Yadavji's various comments.
@ The “BAAP” of all Bakchodis was when Vats used to enter our room,comments by barraelly like"aur budhdhe ..hain...neend nai aa rai hai ...budhdhe sharam kar"pure envrnmnt ko khusnuma bana dete the yar !. In the mid of corridor what happened is known to few. Hapud must be laughing reading this(i hope he reads this junky-punky blog).
@ There was one incident in Movie restaurant.Waiter clarified that there is no chicken available today but our dearest Barreally continued asking —-”चिकन है चिकन है “ he he.Waiter was irritated badly that time. Yaad hai BArrelly kuch??

@. Why was Shivi Srivastava named Baba is also very interesting story. एक बार Baba की मूछों में एक सफ़ेद बाल देखा गया था और उसके बाद उन्हें Baba की उपाधी से नवाजा गया था. समय के साथ साथ वे पूरे कालेज में Baba के नाम से famous हो गए.
@ During the tour of South Africa in 2006, India performed very badly in the ODI series. Vats was so disturbed by the defeat that he pasted photographs of few SA batsmen/bowler and practised hard looking at them.

My all-time favourite real life incident is a story narrated here,day sunday 0ct the 12th 2006,Taj express

Once, i was travelling by the Taj superfast and because of some work wanted to get off at Datia. The problem with that was prevelent at that time was the fact that Taj would not stop at Datia(it was changed the next year). On realizing this, i pressed the panic button(matlab got frighttttuuuunnnnedd!!! ) and asked co-passengers what to do. They comforted me and saying that there was no cause to worry. All fast trains slow down at dis station, and they would help him jump off the train. All he i had to do was continue running to maintain his momentum. Father Newton would take care of the rest.

So, i arrived and as promised, was helped off the train. Remarkably for my age,mind and body, i timed my jump, landing and subsequent jog to perfection. Piece of cake. Now, in Jhansi(and nearby areas), when you see a fellow guy in need of help, the thing to do is to lend a helping hand. On noticing me running beside the train, the passengers in the next compartment did what comes naturally to them. They pulled me back into the train! HA HA HA HA despite me protesting to them....aur phir mujhe agra hi utarna pada!

Note: If u remember any of our incidents or lighter moments then write it in the comments. Lets’ remember all those funny moments.

Life Stops at Bus Stop(jhansi's Bus stand).

2010-10-22T21:16:00.001+05:30

This time instead of following the same old-trodden railway's iron path by sitting in the Taj i decided to go to my hometown Tundla via the Bus,just to experience something new.........hence one saturday evening, in the twilight hour, I lethargically walked out of the New Boys Hostel(BIET Jhansi's Final year boy's hostel) took a tempo to the bus stand(erstwhile i'll call it a bus stop).I reached the bus stop safely despite the craggering moves of the tempo...i stood silently ....... A
bus stops about 20m away from me (to my left). I run to catch it with 2 heavy bags
(one is my back-pack, and one my "heavy" mind )

“Does it go to Gwalior?”
“No!”

I walk back very slowly. Almost at snails pace

“Ting, Ting” “Ting, Ting” – There is a guy selling roasted peanuts.
I wonder, how does he earn his bread by selling just those peanuts. Or does he eat
just peanuts for his living?

My mind continued to flutter..

I look around. There are guys dressed in college uniform, holding bags in hand, with a
dejected look on their face! It doesnt require a Newton to guess that they didnt
have a good day at college....probably they were shown the door of thier class by creatures like "pathak"....(my classmates would get it !)the moment they would"ve entered it.

In the mean time, another bus stops 20m to my right. I ran there. Same story, The
bus doesnt go to Gwalior.

It was getting darker. More people accumulating in the bus stop. I could see a
silhouette of a young couple, holding hands. They are probably the only 2 souls
there who didnt want the bus to come.

Time flies. Its 20 minutes since I reached there. Bored of standing alone, I
bought peanuts for 2 rupees.

“Sammmmmosa” “Sammooosa” – A man selling samosas for 5 rupees each. He was so
drunk that he couldnt stand. All the money that he earns by selling those “Over
Priced” samosas goes to a bar.

I also caught sight of a beautiful girl there with a back-pack similar to mine.
My mind continued to fly on that boring evening..
I am sure she has a laptop.
she should be a b.tech student frm university or ambabai wid IT.
What could be the make of laptop – IBM thinkpad or dell.. blah blah blah..but i never had a feeling to go and talk to her....but kept lookin at her at discrete intervals....

Another ten minutes passed with random thoughts. She gets into the next bus.
So did the silhouettes. I go back to the peanuts guy and take peanuts for 5 rupees.
Ah, now I understand how he makes his living

My life was stranded in the bus stop. I appreciate my patience to stay there for
half an hour without a bus.

There are people there to make a living out our patience. (the peanuts guy, the
somasa guy etc). An auto guy comes and stands in front of me. “Vroom, Vroom..” He
is trying to make his living out of my impatience.

I show my disinterest by looking away from him. I catch sight of the samosa guy
smoking “beedi”.. Rings of smoke flew in the air.. He was in his own world! So am
I.

All these random thoughts engulfed my mind as my life stopped at a bus stop!

Yes, LIFE STOPS AT BUS STOPS! BUT NOT THE THOUGHTS

Mandatory Disclaimer !

2010-08-24T17:24:00.001+05:30

All opinions expressed on this blog are my own and do not reflect those of BIET Jhansi students and employees,staff,or any official whatsoever, colleagues, family or friends.I express my opinions as a free citizen of a democracy exercising my Fundamental Right of speech. The intention of this blog is merely to air my views and opinions (and sometimes, frustration) and is not intended to insult, instigate,disgrace or hurt anyone(body,organisation or institution). Anyone is free to disagree with any or all of my views and can express them here or elsewhere. Any civil dialogue that is not unreasonably hurtful is welcome. I, however, reserve the right to delete any comment without any reason or warning.No content of this blog will in any way be a violation UNDER IPC Sections 506 and 295A .Legal issues if any will be ristricted to the Firozabad jurisdiction only.This blog/web space is in the process of being copyrighted to safegaurd my interests erstwhile this be considered to be under the creative commons commercial INDIA License.This space resorts to politically and ethically correct statements, complying with the spirit of blogging .This is an opinion medium, not a reporting medium and hence should not be IN ANY CASE BE TAKEN AS A FUNCTION OF MAINSTREAM MEDIA.The blog complies with the NAAVI guidelines.

Thank you,
Hemant Kumar
the unknown blogger

BIET Jhansi,the silent observer............Speaks !!

2010-08-24T16:01:00.001+05:30

Every year, around 300-320 students come to me around mid-august.
Most of these folks are toppers from thier schools and even districts. These students
come with a determination in their eyes… With an air of arrogance ofcourse! :)
Each one has so many unique characteristics, each one so different from the other. Sometimes, I think I have seen all kinds of students. But every year come mid-august, I still see so many types of students....

I stay calm and listen to each and every one’s “intro”.. The intro given to seniors.. the first lesson in “Ragging” Book.. Intially, I enjoy the introduction given by the student.. Even I want to know each and every one of them.. But as each chapter of the “Ragging” book unfurls, I stand there helplessly. I see students crying[sometimes :)], but I cant do anything.. I just cant do anything..:(

The students go back to hostel and curse me! They hate me! They want to get back home many a times and run away from seniors.. But they cant! But every cloud has a silver lining.. These 300-320 folks get to know each other in the “Vrindavan jail and Yashodhra Jail”..:)
Sometimes, they build such a bond, which doesnt break for life..

Time flies with CTs and exams.. And they hate them all, CTs in particular.. time flies faster.. and these kids are going to be treated as grown ups soon.. you know what I am talking about.. About the “Freshies”.. Here seniors treat the juniors and finally accept them as a part of the “seniors” community.

Time continues to fly as these guys finish semesters after semesters.. They finish the 3rd and 4th..
By now almost all the girls in the college are “Settled!”…:) Its probably the best time of a students life.. they propose behind the lined up tress ,bushes and sometimes on mobile phones[:)] thinking that nobody is seeing them.. They forget that I am there and observing every single action of every single student who comes to me..

Life proceeds in another dimension.. most of them would have picked up smoking, drinking and some probably even doping Again.. I see all the gangs going “OUT”[to the YH ofcourse !! :)].. I have seen it all.. this is not the first time it is happening..

More time flies, this time even faster.. Students are forced to sit in the labs for the sake of attendence.. listen to heavy GYAN from seniors in the name of Events.. Lots of things to learn.. But no time.. . Some where, some how, these people start loving me.. Yes!! These are the same set of ppl who hated me a couple of years back.. Well!! I didnt feel bad when they hated me. I have seen so many batches flying past me.. I know that these guys will love me.. soon..

The placement season happens.. Most of these guys will get placed in very good companies.. This the period of celebration for most.. disappointment for some.. hope for many… Most of these ppl will look back and wonder if they have learnt anything over the past 3 years.. But they all slog on the day before the recuitment and some how.. make it.. Yes!! These are real assholes, with a lot of potential.. just that they dont use it! Its during this campus season, you can see the best of these students.. Somehow, they make it!
Some of the guys go ahead and study, most of them join these companies..

Its almost always a happy ending at the end of this season.. They dance, they drink.. they go merry!! But they forget this silent observer..

All good things have to end! And the 4 year roller coaster ride is approaching its finishing point!! These students realize it and go for various treats!![to movie,sreenath,some on elite and ofcourse YH too !!] Spend more time with friends.. promising to keep in touch with them for life!! I just continue to laugh.. because this is not the first time I am seeing this promise… But certainly, it will be the first time if they keep up the promise..

The senti season will result in an all time “high”.. But as I said earlier, All good things end.. These folks accept the sad reality and move on the lead a successful life.. By now, they just cant forget me!! They love me so much that they feel like coming back to me!! But again, they cant come back that easily

I am sure as you read this, even you are yearning to see me!!

I am your very own “BIET Jhansi”..

Students come and students go.. the mid-august will continue to come over me...........

I am like your mother.. I will accept you anytime you come.. In any form you come!! I will be proud of you the way you are!!

After all I am your mother, yes, your “Alma Mater!!”

-By
Hemant Kumar
the unknown blogger

Truth of UPTU engineering colleges,cumulative Ranking of UPTU colleges.-PART 2..

2010-07-02T11:48:00.008+05:30

The recent years have seen major IT giants like ADOBE,MICROSOFT,and IBM visiting the government UPTU institutions which erstwhile were confined to IITs and top NITs only and this can be marked as a major development for UPTU stundents.
Its a fact though that these major companies recruited considerably fewer students as compared to thier counterparts in centralised institutions like IITs but that can be credited to the availibility of only a few students that posses the requisite qualities of a world class enginees as expected by these companies.

Major IT companies recruit considerably fewer students as compared to what the 'MASS RECRUITERS' like TCS,INFOSYS,HCL,WIPRO etc normally do.But the package given by the Major IT giants varies from 5 lacs per annum to 9 lacs per annum for UPTU students and the package for MASS RECRUITERS varies from ''1.8-2.0-3.8'' lacs per annum depending upon the company involved.
These Major IT giants visit ONLY AND ONLY THE CAMPUSES OF GOVERNMENT ENGG COLLEGES OF UPTU,they dnt go to pvt colleges(this is a FACT ! )
The difference in package and numbers of students selected while recruitment is due to d diff in job profiles for which the recruitment is being done and also the market stand,value and overall turnover of d respective company.
Most of the mass recruitment is done for the ''TESTING JOB'' which does not require much of the technical knowledge nd expertise at large,what it requires is some gud communications skills ,little bit of programming language(generally C)nd a good aptitude.

coparatively the selection in companies like ADOBE,IBM,MICROSOFT demands a good technical knowledge,xpertise in atleast one subject ,very good programming skill,good communication skill in english ,sum xtra curricular achievements plus a good academic record.
RANKWISE LIST OF COLLGES GOOD IN PLACEMENTS:--
1.HBTI KANPUR.
2.MMM GORAKHPUR.
3.BIET JHANSI.
4.IET LUCKNOW.
5.KIET GHAZIABAD.
6.JSS NOIDA
7.KNIT SULTANPUR
8.GALGOTIA INSTITUTE NOIDA

BIET JHANSI has seen a drastic improvement in its placements for CS-IT departments,this year we had our students selected in ADOBE-4,IBM-2,INFOSYS-28,TCS-27,WIPRO-12,HCL-8.

Truth of UPTU colleges,a cumulative ranking of UPTU colleges.

2010-07-02T11:13:00.001+05:30

Among the state engineering entrance exams UPTU SEE ,an exam conducted by the UTTAR PRADESH TECHNICAL UNIVERSITY,LUCKNOW(UPTU) holds the reputation of being the largest entrance exams among all the states of India.,wherein more than 1.5 lac students compete for some 18,000 seats of various courses.
UPTU has got more than 400 colleges affiliated to it,including both private and government institutes,. . and this numbes is still on a rise.And among this huge heap of colleges in UPTU we have 5 government engineering colleges and some 10-15 gud private engineering colleges.
Now coming straight to the point,as of which colleges in UPTU are better when compared to others i would like to point out one thing here very clearly that it is for the students to decide the status of a college i myself wuld nt point a particular institute as bad,and the factors upon which you may analyse nd find the statur of a college-i will discuss them there.
The main factors which define or make up a gud college are:-
1.Placement.
2. Faculty
3.Infrastructure.
4.Facilities.
5.Extra activities' scale and standard.
6.Atmosphere of the college.

I will discuss each factor in detail and enlist those UPTU COLLEGES which are best under a requisite factor.
First let me begin wid d biggest criteria for selecting a good/best college in UPTU(yeah,specifically UPTU)
. . and that is the Placement.

PLACEMENT SCENARIO IN UPTU GOVERNMENT ENGINEERING COLLEGES:--
Government engineering colleges no doubt attract the top rankers from the UPTU SEE and infact some of the best brains in the state.The quality of the students here is indeed remarkable.Thus these places are by default the top notch targets for recruitment by the HR's of companies.To put it straight the QUALITY and QUANTITY of placements is the best in government engineering colleges.

It's almost every year that companies like Infosys,TCS,Wipro,HCL,Adtel software,CISCO etc themselves send mails to these colleges(even at BIET JHANSI)asking for the suitable slot to be granted to them for recruiting the students,which is just opposite to what happens in private UPTU colleges,in these institutions its the college authorities nd the TPO who constantly approach the HRs of these companies to visit thier campus,so here comes a contradiction betwixt the govt nd private UPTU colleges,it is the value of the govt institutions that makes companies to themselves visit the campus of these UPTU institutions.

For the first time at BIET JHANSI CAMPUS.....an initiative by COSSCO

2010-05-12T02:35:00.002+05:30

A serious issue this time

2010-05-09T19:36:00.002+05:30

Every time i write a post on this blog of mine,i try to bring out a light issue out of my life here at BIET jHANSI or sometimes society at large but there's a lot of heavy stuff going on in the world right now. So instead of the usual, I'd like to tell you just a little bit about why putting even a little bit of oil in the oceans can be so disastrous.

Most of you know that if you take pretty much any type of oil, it will float on top of water.

But what if the amount of water you have is much, much larger than the amount of oil that you have? It turns out that the oil will spread out over the surface as much as possible,like try it yourself==while eating food in mess try putting some (some means some...just much less then a drop)ok....try putting some oil from your vegetable that you are eating(waise bhi panchwati main mess wale itta tel dal dete hain ki bas poocho hi mat)....so what i was saying is that try putting some oil into the jug of water ......and then seee fr urself the area that that minute amount (less then a drop)of oil covers on the surface of water in the jug !

So now,one big question strikes my mind !

How much is as much as possible? ...the answer is==Until the oil on the surface of the water is just one molecule thick. So, how thick is one molecule of oil? Believe it or not, Ben Franklin was the first person to measure it, and you can measure it, too! All you need is some oil, an eyedropper, and a flat, clean body of water.(now don't try it in your mess....especially these notorious SAKETians)

The eyedropper is great, because a single drop of anything that comes out of an eyedropper is going to be almost exactly one milliliter of volume, or one cubic millimeter. That's tiny, isn't it? You'd have to line up one thousand drops in a line to get something one meter (a little over three feet) long. But when you drop just a single drop into a flat pool of water, it spreads out to make a circle that's huge!

This single drop, which was just a millimeter in size (about 1/25th of an inch), now spreads out to a diameter of 24 feet, or over seven meters!

If I work out my math, that means a single molecule of oil is only about 2 nanometers (or 20 Angstroms) thick!

(Beware of the number one hit on google, which unwittingly uses far less than a milliliter of water in their experiment, and gets an answer that's almost 50 times too large!.....here's the link check it out urself...http://www.worsleyschool.net/science/files/molecular/thickness.html)

Well, what does that mean if -- instead of a drop of oil -- I dump an entire gallon of oil into a large body of water?

It would spread out to make a circle that was 450 meters in diameter. That's over a quarter of a mile. From just one gallon (about 3.8 liters).

And what about the Oil Leak which is spilling oil into the gulf of Mexico in the western duniya of ours right now?

It's currently spilling an estimated 200,000 gallons of oil into the gulf of Mexico every day.

In other words, every day, a new 125,000 square kilometers (or 50,000 square miles) of ocean will eventually get coated in oil when it finishes spreading out. That's almost as big as the New York State of America.

Practically, of course, this much oil won't spread out to be one molecule thick; more like 100 molecules thick in most places, but that's still a huge disaster! Many of you will remember the Exxon Valdez spill and the consequences this caused:

Well, the one in the Gulf of Mexico, as I write this, is only seventeen miles away from the Mississippi Delta. It's one thing to look at pictures of animals killed from an oil spill.

This isn't only about animals this time. This isn't happening in a corner of the world where very few people live. This is happening in a place that will affect millions of people. And by time this leak is fixed, we may well exceed the total volume dumped by the 1989 spill(i hope someone at BIET Jhansi remembers that date still !). This is about your world, your oceans, your environment and for many of you, your own health.

Wake up guys !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Paranormal Activity---My perspective .

2010-05-09T11:40:00.006+05:30

It’s been six hours after I saw ParanormalActivity, and it still has me looking over my shoulder, checking out shadows, and turning on the lights of my room,and every 2 minutes looking at my room's window....just to ensure that there's no one looking at me through my window from outside(mere room ki khidki se poori wing dikhti hai.....woooooooh). I feel fairly sure that I won’t sleep soundly tonight. Any bump or creak that my room or dome(BIET Jhansi ki bhasa main bole to dome mane ''''''khopcha re....khopcha""") makes is going to make my eyes shoot right open. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that can freak me out faster than a well spun ghost story and specially if it be like this one..(phoonk wagerah ki to mujhe hawa bhi nahi lagi thi.....:)).

in the movie there is a guy named , Micah who tries his best to battle the unseen presence that has been following Katie,his wife, ever since she was eight-years old. He buys an Ouija Board to communicate with the Thing, sprinkles powder on the floor to capture his footprints, sets up umpteen video cameras all over the house and keeps the bedroom door ajar. The couple even calls in a demonologist(he he he wahan pe aise log bhi hote hain...aur wo bhi professional) to give them some sane, scientific or spiritual advice. But nothing does seem to work. The bed does keep creaking at night, the stairways shake with loud thumping noises, the door shuts and opens on its own accord, the sheets get crumpled, heavy breathing fills the air and Katie begins to bruise....woooooooooooooooooohhhh...scary isn't it !

Okay, okay, I know the “thing” in Paranormal Activity is labeled a demon, but call it a demon, call it a ghost, call it some Mother Fucker Doug if you’d like, but if just ONE of the things that happens to the couple in this film happened to me, you could call me Micha because I definitely would have left Panchawati,forget the idea of leaving my dome !.

i watched this movie at 2:00 am at night,all alone in my room,[[[with my chaadar wrapped around me in such a way that a demon or bhoot would easily look at me if it was in my room,but i wrappd chadar so well ..only to ensure ki bhooot agar chahhe to kitta bhi mujhe dekh sake but i should not be able to see a glimpse of any bhoot,out of all that covering the only thing that was coming out was just my eyes which were staring at my Pc monitor and nothing else !]]....with my sony ericsson ear phones plugged into my Pc n my ears...player was Ogg(an open source pplayer.....guess what ....i don't use windows....it sucks the hell out of me...i use Linux as my platform)and the volume was full at its max !

If you haven’t got the idea yet, ParanormalActivity worked for me,it really really scared the fuckin shit out of me. Will it work for everyone? Probably not. If you don’t have some part of you that gets creeped out by ghosts and things that go bump in the night, then you may enjoy how the movie was shot or the skillful camera tricks,like one of the cool flips in the short movie competition organised by FAH(Fine Arts and Hobbies Council,at BIET Jhansi......under Mahotsav I guess...YAR IN LOGO KO KOI ACHCHA NAAM NAHI Mila tha) that was presented by our third year CS smarty Ashutosh Vikram(nickname D****e :)]and his team, but talking about Paranormal.. it probably won’t be scaring you. See, I can watch all the gore you can throw at me, make it through the Italian films with the animal violence,or the SAW series i can watch all that suckin stuff and there’s not a slasher that’s been made yet that can give me the willies, but give me a film that realistically portrays a spectral menace that I can’t see and I’m done. By the end of Paranormal Activity, I was tense, jumpy, and a little sweaty around the edges to be perfectly frank.

No doubt this film will be endlessly compared to The Blair Witch Project(i wonder how many at BIET Jhansi are aware of this project !...only if u call it a project...but i never gave a damn to it :)), but to me there’s no comparison. Here’s what the Blair Witch gave me, a bloody ear, a girl snotting in the camera, a stick man, and an ending that left me wanting to punch someone. Call me crazy, but I need a payoff after I sit there for ninety minutes,phoonk ki to khair baaat hi chod do. On the other hand, Paranormal Activity gave me a spooky atmosphere, an incredibly tense build, characters I actually liked, and in the end… no spoilers here… it pays off in spades. I wish I could go into further detail as to what the film did right, but that’s going to have to wait for HOSTEL release because I don’t want to ruin a frame of this film for you folks.(yar koi ek cheez batao.....BIET ki ladkiyan is tarah ki movies dekhti hain kya?...i mean they wuld just run away like a hare on mere pronunciation of the word ghost...forget about a scary movie being watched by them.....he he he he :)....am i right guys?...are girls here that spoooky?or is there really a mentally balwaan naari,the rani laxmi bai of jhansi living in yashodhra? :)]

But anyway guys, we Indians are a braver lot. i Didn't really feel the chill, except in one or two sequences to be honest. But more than the leap-out-of-your-seat factor, it's the sheer experimental quality of the film that needs to be savoured and saluted. Shot entirely with a hand-held camera and featuring just two people for most of the screen time, the film manages to hold your attention in an age when cinema has donned a whole new `Avtar'. Even the horror is mostly imagined, minus all special effects that generally form the core of hardcore horror films like The Exorcist. This one's more in league with Rosemary's Baby where you feel the chill without ever seeing the scare factor.

So if you’re interested at all in the supernatural, then I highly recommend this film. If you’re interested in horror films that stand outside of the normal teen scares and remake mush that the studio generally turns out, then see this film. If you want to support a film that has traveled an amazing road from premise to screen to national release in USA(not in INDIA though), then see this film. If you’re not ready to chance having the beejebers scared out of you, then see this film and get spooked anyway. I was totally not expecting to like this flick. In the dark wing of ground floor at Panchawati(remember it was 2:45 am in night when i watched this movie) on my way to get some kurkure from Deepak Canteen, I was already talking crap about how it would more than likely suck. I was wrong. I’m not saying Paranormal Activity is going to change the game or revolutionize horror cinema, but it will make me sleep a little less soundly tonight.

i wish a Happpy Paranormal activity in all of your khopchaas :) !...................[I AM NOT KIDDING...Wooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh]

COSSCO's TEAM SANDHAAN...

2010-03-25T03:13:00.011+05:30

I am writing this blog post on the behalf of 7 people,rather i should say 7 visionary individuals.All of them previously unknown to each other,each from a different background,each from a different location and places in Uttar Pradesh,each having a variety of reasons,motivations and inspirations to do things.Each of them had distinct perceptions,disparate ideas and above all diverse visions.
Nevertheless they besides having some differences ….still had somthing in common.
This whole year as 3rd year CS students,it has been a beautiful journey for them,Specially this journey of more than 30 days.
They had started from scratch,with no clue of where they were heading,each of them having completely distinct perception of the world and different things to achieve in the period of 30 days that were to come.

Inspite of such an incoherent and hazy beginning,they had worked together for a common goal.A common vision to achieve.One single reason has motivated them all.

All those differences and diverse visions have faded away to engender me.

This could only be described as phenomenal.

I am what those 7 visionary individuals defined me to be.
I AM SANDHAAN 2010
Name of those visionary,inspiring and intellectual personalities,
1)AMARNAATH KUSHWAHA,CS 3rd year---the man of ambitions
2)HEMANT KUMAR,CS 3rd year----I'm an Asshole and i'm proud of it,i love to remain hungry and fooooolish.
3)SONU KUMAR MADDHESIA,CS 3rd year---the decorator and designer
4)MUDIT KHARE,CS 3rd year---the influencer with his own musketeer
5)VIPIN SINGH,CS 3rd year---Mr Coooool !

These seven people were guided and ispired by Mr.Arvind Gupta,Secretary COSSCO nad Mr.Shivi Srivastava,Treasurer COSSCO.

We hate india....??

2009-10-10T00:56:00.002+05:30

A few days back two friends of mine forwarded me an email pointing to the existence of a hate community called "we hate india" in orkut.. They wanted me to join a campaign calling for shutting down the community. My first reaction was that of intense curiosity; I logged onto Orkut and found the group. It contained a profile picture of a burning Indian flag and had (only) 86 registered members at that time. It was moderated by one Miraslov Stankovic from the Russian Federation.

Several different emotions swamped me. I started thinking about the power of hate, and its destructive potential. It baffles me that the dark side of human beings is so easy to evoke, and how it is so easy to deviate men and resources towards hatered, while it is so difficult to get people to donate money or time for a good cause. As I was thinking, my eyes fell on the number 86. Just 86! With millions of users in Orkut, that number would be less than the total number of new members registered in Orkut in 15 seconds. That raised another question in my mind -- "If hate is indeed as powerful as I think, why is the membership so small ?". Slightly baffled, I read the introductory page ( or the profile page ) of the community, and all my doubts were wiped out. The followers of an ideology based on hate usually lack the intellect to think (these people are usually designed to march behind symbols (the burning Indian flag in this case), not think), and look upon a leader to give voice and reason to their "movement". As with most enterprises, even hate requires a charismatic leader who the followers can look upon.

The tiny membership of "We hate India" is easily explained by the lack of leadership. Miraslov, the moderator of this group, is hardly able to organize his thoughts; infact communicate them. As I read through the profile of "We hate India", it left me intellectually disgusted. It wasn't the message (or the lack of it) that disgusted me, it was the quality of dedication he gave; . No wonder, not many people would want to be associated with such a group or such a "leader".

The second thought I had was about the power of online publishing and its consequences. The Internet has empowered people with tools to publish their opinions.(we have a blogging revolution going on in BIET .....infact one of my frnd "Ashutosh" frm CS 3rd yr has just askd me to read a new post on his blog) This comes at a price -- a lot of stuff on the internet is copied, cached, or backed up. It is almost never deleted. The 86 members of "We hate India" run the risk of being branded as perpetrators of hate forever. Having a different political view is one thing; being part of a hate group is an entirely different ball game. What i even think is that this community might have already come under the radar of secret services of a few countries. I can say without surprise that that if one member of such a group commits a hate crime or is involved in a terrorist activity, other members of this group run the risk of being declared guilty by police or some spy government association. Just being part of this group can hurt their careers, and even their friends and families in the long run. Did these 86 people think about these consequences before openly declaring their participation in a hate group?

I did not join my friends in shutting down this hate community because I think every group has the right to freedom of speech (and its consequences). I may not agree with what they say, but I would defend their right to say what they want to say. I also think that as Indians we should stop being offended by trivial issues like burning of the National flag; as long as those burning the flag import the cloth and matchsticks from India, so that the parents of a few children in India would be earning money (in the textile and matchstick industry) to send them to school.

Mandatory disclaimer

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All opinions expressed on this blog are my own and do not reflect those of BIET Jhansi students and employees,staff,or any official whatsoever, colleagues, family or friends.I express my opinions as a free citizen of a democracy exercising my Fundamental Right of speech. The intention of this blog is merely to air my views and opinions (and sometimes, frustration) and is not intended to insult, instigate,disgrace or hurt anyone(body,organisation or institution). Anyone is free to disagree with any or all of my views and can express them here or elsewhere. Any civil dialogue that is not unreasonably hurtful is welcome. I, however, reserve the right to delete any comment without any reason or warning.No content of this blog will in any way be a violation UNDER IPC Sections 506 and 295A .Legal issues if any will be ristricted to the Firozabad jurisdiction only.This blog/web space is in the process of being copyrighted to safegaurd my interests erstwhile this be considered to be under the creative commons commercial INDIA copyrights.This space resorts to politically and ethically correct statements, complying with the spirit of blogging .This is an opinion medium, not a reporting medium and hence should not be IN ANY CASE BE TAKEN AS A FUNCTION OF MAINSTREAM MEDIA.The blog complies with the NAAVI guidelines.

thank you

Hemant Kumar
the unknown blogger

Three things you didn't know about Hemant Kumar

2009-09-27T16:21:00.003+05:30

Top 5 Facts for the Name Hemant kumar:

1. How well envoweled is Hemant Kumar? 36% of the letters in my name are vowels. Of one million first and last names i looked at(using the internet), 47.7% have a higher vowel make-up. This means i am averagely envoweled.
2. In ASCII binary it is... 01001000 01100101 01101101 01100001 01101110 01110100 00100000 01001011 01110101 01101101 01100001 01110010
3. Backwards, it is Tnameh Ramuk... nice ring to it, huh?
4. In Pig Latin, it is Emanthay Umarkay.
5. People with this first name are probably: Male. So, there's a 98% likelihood i sweat just thinking of the price of shaver blades.

3 Things You Didn't Know anout Hemant kumar:

1. What is my power animal?my personal power animal is the "Sasquatch"[more info here..http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bigfoot]
2. My name converts to 8 in'Numerology'. If it is'nt bulls**t, it means that i am motivated by material success and have an aptitude for business, managerial and financial matters. This comes through my uncommon discipline and persistence.....he he he
3. According to the US Census Bureau°, fewer than 0.001% of US residents have the first name 'Hemant' and 0.006% have the surname 'Kumar'. The US has around 300 million residents, so i guesstimate there is only 1 American who goes by the name "Hemant Kumar".
to know more about me click on the image of the animal that represents me below !

IIM vs IAS vs Software Engineer

2009-09-19T20:36:00.002+05:30

These are facts based on listening to some of experiences of people in these fields .

Well i recently talked to one of the passouts of our college BIET Jhansi,he is a Software Engineer at Adobe in Bangalore ,he said that When you compare the development in life there , the progress there is difficult , you need to be a very good engineer compare to a moderate engineer and a good communicator in services !! What u get is some components , design and develop and ya u get ur weekends , go be a happy guy witha wife n few kids .

Now you start to trade , and you suddenly feel u r a born “trader” !! You become intrested in finance and think of an MBA In this sector if u join as a fresher u most probably end up being in an ibank where u need to work 16 hrs a day and alternate Saturday’s . You can join them even as a undergraduate but u generally join as a “Analyst” and if u want to become an “Associate” you need a stint with a B-School . Even most of B-School grads retire as a n Associate . Still you are not the “decision” maker . To be the decison maker you need to be an “MD” but most of them retire at Associate level .

Here the crowd is young … n u retire early compared to a Software job .

Now turning to IAS , you are the decison maker !!! You get Authority to drive the projects that change lives of people . But pay is less , but u get the perks . What do u earn for ?? You need to pay House EMI , car EMI etc .. If u get these then is’nt the pay competitive . You join IPS .. you get to ride horses !! the royal life .. After all what does money get you ??You get a power with money ..If that power is given by Authority , its great !!

Dont be in any illusion !! Its ur life u need to decide :)

-Hemant Kumar

Navratrey..The true colors of life

2009-09-19T12:44:00.004+05:30

Navratri is a very important Hindu festival celebrated in India, which is devoted to Goddess Durga.Every year in my hometown Tundla a grand "mela" is organised for this festival...the whole of Tundla gets submerged in the lights and colors of joy and happiness...i love being at my home town during these days...The festival is celebrated with great reverence and faith across the country. It stretches over a period of nine days, with each of the nine days being dedicated to one of the nine forms of the Goddess. Talking about the history of Navratri festival

, it can be explained through the stories mentioned in the Hindu scriptures. In

case you want to know more about them, explore the information given below

History & Origin Of Navratri

In different parts of India, different legends describe the history of Navratri:

North India

The legend in North India goes that Mahishasura, the mighty demon, worshipped Lord Shiva and obtained the power of eternity. Soon, he started killing and harassing innocent people and set out to win all the three lokas. The gods in swargaloka appealed to Lord Shiva, to find a way to get rid of the demon. To protect the world from the atrocities of Mahishasura, the Trinity of Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva united their powers and created a d

ivine female warrior, known as Goddess Durga. Mahishasura, when he saw the divine beauty of Goddess Durga, got mesmerized.

So fascinated was Mahishasura by Goddess Durga's beauty that he approached her with the intention of marriage. The goddess agreed to marry him, but put forth a condition - Mahishasura would have to win over her in a battle. Mahishasura, proud as he was, agreed immediately! The battle continued for 9 nights and at the end of the ninth night, Goddess Durga beheaded Mahishasura. The nine nights came to be known as Navratri, while the tenth day was called Vijayadashmi, the tenth day that brought the triumph of good over evil.

Eastern Belief

As per the legend prevalent in East India, Daksha, the king of the Himalayas, had a beautiful and virtuous daughter called Uma. She wished to marry Lord Shiva, since her childhood. In order to win over the Lord, she worshipped him and managed to please him as well. When Shiva finally came to marry her, the tiger-skin clad groom displeased Daksha and he broke off all the relationships with his daughter and son-in-law. One fine day, Daksha organized a yagna, but did not invite Lord Shiva for the same.

Uma got so angry at her father's rude behavior, towards her husband, that she decided to end her life by jumping into the agnikund of the yagna, where she was united with eternity (since then, she came to be known as Sati). However, she took re-birth and again won Shiva as her groom and peace was restored. It is believed that since then, Uma comes every year with Ganesh, Kartik, Saraswati and Laxmi and two of her best friends or 'sakhis', called Jaya and Bijaya, to visit her parent's home during Navratri.

Another Legend - Ram and Ravana

Yet another legend of Navratri relates to the Hindu epic Ramayana. It goes that Lord Rama worshipped Goddess Durga in nine aspects, for nine days, in order to gather the strength and power to kill Ravana. He wanted to release Sita from the clutches of powerful demon king Ravana, who had abducted her. Those nine nights became to be known as Navratri and the tenth day, on which Lord Rama killed Ravana, came to be called Vijayadashmi or Dusshera, signifying Rama's (good) triumph over Ravana (evil)

CS guys ...are they seedhe saadhe?

2009-09-19T12:32:00.002+05:30

What is it which makes us CS third year guys in BIET jhansi vulnerable to believe easily whatever others have got to say.Today i woke up at 8:57 am,and we have classes beginning at 9:00,so i was late.Anyway i thought of attending the second class which starts at 9:50 and is of Er.S.K. Gupta sir....the subject being compiler design.
When i went to the mess,i had a surprise awaiting me,not that today we were getting the breakfast which was supposed to be given to us on saturday but somthing else,it was 9:06 am and the guys you'll find in the mess at this time are all "Late for first class " people........anyway when i entered the mess what i found completely made me gasp my mouth at myself,about 30-35 guys were sitting having thier breakfast........AND THEY WERE ALL CS GUYS !!

After enquiring one of them i came to know that some Chemical and civil guys had jokingly started shouting in the hostel(panchawati) in the morning that first class of CS people has been cancelled !!..and many of the guys accepted it without trying or even caring to atleast get up off thier beds and ask those people what the reason was for cancellation of first class today.

Still when i tried to make ma mood to attend the second class i started to search someone who could go along with me....i found Akshay Omar(one of the cutiee cutiee guys that we"ve got in our CS 3rd yr)...but this man simply spoiled my mood when he talked like this on gtalk..............................
[GLIMPSES OF CHAT WITH AKSHAY OMAR IN THE MORNING]
talkwithaks is online.
Hemant: second period chalega
Sent at 9:29 AM on Wednesday
talkwithaks: yup/
Hemant: cup
talkwithaks: oup//
Hemant: delicious soup
talkwithaks: okup....bup
Hemant: chal saale....... abe bata yaar...second class chalega?
talkwithaks:kaun jaa raha hai?....chamakal walon ne aaj apni akal dikha di..main nai jaa raha.
hemant:abe chal na rn verma ka hai be....pelega beta
talkwithaks@gmail.com is offline and can't receive messages right now.

Later in the day all the 28 somthing boys got scolding for trying to have an (unsuccessful) mass bunk and disturbing the discipline of department.

Chennai waiter’s diligence made him I.A.S. Officer.

2009-09-17T12:44:00.001+05:30

It is not a story, but it is a real thing that had happened in a waiter’s life in Chennai. With his strong mind and determination, the waiter succeeded in passing his Civil Services Examination 2007and he is now an I.A.S. Officer.

Hard work with matching inner determination often yields the desired results. Read his story and aim for your success with a determination to attain something you wished.

Chennai waiter now in IAS

In Chennai for the last eight months, K Jaiganesh (29) served food to hungry customers at a small eatery next to Satyam Cinemas in the city. Now, he will continue to serve people, though in a different capacity — as a civil servant. Battling poverty, Jaiganesh has fought his way up to emerge the 156th rank holder in the Union Public Service Commission Civil Services Exam 2007.

Born in an impoverished, backward class family in a remote village, Vinavamangalam, near Ambur in northern Tamil Nadu, Jaiganesh is now looking forward to moving away from cleaning tables and taking food orders to learning the nuances of administration at the Lal Bahadur Shastri National Academy for Public Administration in Mussourie.

Jaiganesh, who managed to acquire a bachelor’s degree in mechanical engineering from the Government Thanthai Periyar Institute of Technology in Vellore, had to take up odd jobs in order to pursue his dream to join the IAS.

The eldest of four siblings, he had landed in Chennai after graduation. “I had tried unsuccessfully to appear for the civil services examinations thrice from my village. I realized that I needed to be in Chennai to be able to make it. Therefore, I secured admission at the government-run All-India Institute for IAS Coaching at Anna Nagar. Having come here, I had to take up whatever work I could get to pay my monthly mess bill of Rs 600 and travel,” he recalls.

At first, he worked in Satyam Cinemas, issuing tickets for a monthly salary of Rs 3,000. “But soon, I found myself caught in a 10 am to 8 pm job that did not give me enough time to prepare for the civil services. As a result, in 2004 I failed in the main examination. I decided to quit the job and moved from one job to another before landing up as a waiter. Thankfully, at the eatery I had time to study,” Jaiganesh says.

During his three years in Chennai, Jaiganesh stayed with his friends and used their phones to stay in touch with others. Today, after his success after six unsuccessful attempts, Jaiganesh has this to say: “It’s been a struggle all through.”
CIVIL SERVICES ON HIS PLATE NOW: Jaiganesh passed the exam after six unsuccessful attempts

We congratulate Jai Ganesh for overcoming the hurdles and passed the I.A.S. examination with good faith. He is standing as victory symbol for those who lost their hope in passing examination

“Diligence is a great teacher.”

2009-09-06T02:18:00.001+05:30

BLESSED YOU WILL BE IN THE COUNTRY!

2009-09-06T01:50:00.004+05:30

We are in BIET Jhansi, but we are in a very rural country area. The Bible says you will be blessed in the country and we are. My wonderful friends(Rohit,Rahul,Sonu,Shivraj,Sirjee,joshi,Yogesh[all CS Third year]....and many more and I study and live(currently) here in biet,I am Very happy because I have a wonderful family surrounding me. Thank you so much for visiting my little part of blessed Indian,infact Bundelkhandi life!!!

2009-09-05T20:30:00.000+05:30

BIET JHANSI HAS CHANGED !

2009-08-12T15:22:00.001+05:30

Well it's the first post that i am writing since i entered third year of my degree course in computer science and engineering here at BIET jhansi.
After the second year results came out were escalated with joy :) ,as we would now be getting single rooms alloted to us !
Third year registrations were scheduled on 7th,i and other friends of mine arrived at the college on 6th.
What i saw of my engineering college simply made me to gasp at myself,all the four boys hostel were neatly painted (not whitewashed).I went inside the panchawati hostel ,the hostel in which we were going to live ,it was again all painted from inside ,floors of galleries and rooms were all washed and made clean ,i checked the bathroom and toilets and found that they were furnished with new pots,tiles,pipes,and taps.It was hard to believe that this was the same panchwati hostel of BIET jhansi, for which the then third year(currently the final year living in NBH i.e. new boys hostel,the first class royal hostel of BIET jhansi)had to stage a dharna outside tie director's house in the campus ,for the huge water shortage faced via them.,, . . . it was like panchwati had created history as i could see my face in my room G-9O s floor,as it was so clean.

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2009-05-16T16:01:00.003+05:30

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2009-04-19T20:28:00.000+05:30

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Are girls innocent?

2009-04-16T19:05:00.003+05:30

There are only two kinds of people in this world. First kind, who have entered a girls' hostel and other kind, who wish to visit someday. I know some of you might not agree and might argue about the existence of a third category, who haven't visited any girls' hostel and never want to do so. But, honestly speaking this kind of people are rare and my blog is for the general mass and I don't care about the exceptions.What comes to your mind when I say the word ‘girl’? I know you would be thinking about beautiful faces and analyzing them unless you are not from BIET Jhansi. Scene here at BIET Jhansi is quite different. So, far BIET JHANSI guys I would like to help their hibernated gray cells.So here come some pics of sweet faces which at least can make the BIETians think that girls' hostel is a beautiful place. So see it then read the following part of this post

So now here comes a usual night at my hostel (boys'). I was searching the BIET JhansiLAN (on a frnds computer...i do'nt have a PC yet !!)for some videos.My search entry was always related to girls (I know what is going in your mind).At last I decided that this search would be my last search and I would download the file which comes at the top. I saw a file named as, “girls hostel (MUST WATCH).avi”.[THIS VIDEO WAS LATER PUT OFF BY THE USER] I didn't care what the file was about. I just opened the kurkure packet and started enjoying the short film err video. A girl who was looking very decent I mean good-looking, strolled in my friend's HP-laptop's screen and entered her new room. There was a normal sort of conversation which resulted in a quarrel between that girl and her room-mate.The girl (the main protagonist of the video) was totally mad about cleanliness. I mean she was expecting her hostel to be a salubrious place to say the least. Though her were long and was curly she was looking good. She hated everything about the hostel and college I suppose due to her attitude. The environment created by the director was perfect hostel-like. She also had serious arguments with her seniors and a boy in particular !!!!(he he he).I still remember one line said by the girl which surprised me as well as the boy,i.e. “......you cheap, disgusting, moron, you f***ing trash can, the moment you see a girl you can't even get hold of your hormones, why don't you try these lines with your mom?”.[WARNING-please do not visit my blog if you find it's content violent enough !!! a stay away for weak hearts]
The boy must have been furious after this sort of an insult but what he did with his friends was shocking.They locked the girl in her new room. But she was not alone; to add was a piece of sample from the morgue, a cut hand. Imagine a girl who is a cleanliness freak has to spend a night with a cut hand. After a while when her room-mate notices that they have forgot to open the lock of her room they suddenly got tensed. One thing which was unexplainable in the whole plot was that the boy lived in the same hostel which was supposedly girls' hostel. If I'm not correct how you can explain the quick appearance of the guy when the girls are frightened after discovering that the girl is still being locked in the room. The boy comes with a sleepy face and opens the room very casually. Then he discovers a thing which dumbfounded me. I couldn't speak for at least 3000 milliseconds.can you guess what it was ???

My childhood freaks????????/

2009-04-16T18:52:00.000+05:30

Teenage immature love is the current hot subject of blogs. So, how about childhood pleasure (love is not a suitable word)????

well let me today tell u a story of my initial love….(can I call it love!!).When we lived in jalandhar(my dad was posted in Punjab then…we shifted to tundla(U.P.) later)I had a neighbour who had a daughter named Deepti….she was a close friend of mine then.

We were really good friends. Here we mean Deepti and me. We went to School together, we were at the same tuition so we spent really a good chunk of time studying together, and after studies it was time to have some fun. Unlike other boys and girls at that age generally there were no grapples between us, but whenever a quarrel started it was quite difficult for anybody to stop us. We enjoyed watching the same TV shows which generally comprised of many emotional(boring) TV soaps (mainly of DD-1), as in those days cable TV was still to see the daylight in India.

To say the least we always loved our company. Despite the fact that our most of the games were indoor still we were very active (I was naughtier). It is rightly said that good times pass at a great pace. I would like to mention one of my childhood mischiefs. ************************************************

My grandmother is an art-lover. She had bought a new statuette of a village woman from an art exhibition. I’m his grandson so how could I miss the chance to analyze the beauty of that artistic excellence with an overrated mathematic brilliance. So, I gradually felt each and every contour of that non-living beauty (hey!!! Don’t think that I was having any bad intentions). But as I tried to check the neck of that beauty, it (her face) fell on the floor. I knew that I'm into some serious trouble now .My grandmother is very strict I remember once she slashed 1 month’s payment of an innocent maid who broke her yet another art-piece gifted to her by an artist friend. My grey cells started their work .I must say they hardly get any chance to work and if at all, their success record is incomparable (000%).Still I somehow managed to fake that non-living lady that she(it) is not headless. I breathed with a sigh of relief after my maiden engineering assignment. I murmured, “Well-done!!!” I heard a voice saying,”you are gonna.............” I realised it was Deepti.

Deepti: Hey what have you done??

Me: Please don’t tell to anybody.

Deepti: yeah of course, except grandma.

Me: Nooooooooooooo.

deepti: I’ll!!! let’s see what punishment you get??

Me: Deepti I’ve a 5-star (chocolate).

deepti: So what??

Me: It’s for you. You are my best friend.

Deepti:am bored of these chocolates everyone gives me these foolish things. Am I still a kid???

Me: So what do you want?

deepti: Let’s try something different. Last day I saw a Hollywood movie.

Me: Then??

deepti: I saw a boy of our age kissing his friend(girlfriend) on her birthday. Give me a kiss.

Me: Hey I’m not your boyfriend.

deepti: I think you are.

Me: How can you say that?

deepti: I don’t know but last day Shivangi (her classmate and also mine) told that I’m your girlfriend and you are my boyfriend. So now are you kissing me or I’m going to grandma??

Me: Okk!!

I came forward, thought how to kiss ...??

I was very close to her,suddenly she screams,"hey!!! wait what are you doing??" Actually, deepti's mother came and as she(deepti) was smarter so she fooled me and I'd to face all the misery and compunction.

But, I don’t know why but perhaps it was the worst day of my life as I was experiencing every new thing which was not pleasant (except that kiss!!) as my father saw us doing the junior romantic scene. The consequences were quite obvious.

Google Maps Now with 360 !

2009-04-01T16:26:00.000+05:30

Google Maps Now with 360 Streetside Views

Google had earlier announced a new 360 streetside view for Google maps at Where 2.0 a year ago, The 360 views are a better version of Amazon’s A9 static panoramas. Google’s views let users virtually stand in the middle of any street, able to look in a full circle around the location, giving a better feel of the place you’ll be going. It is reportedly available in Denver, Las Vegas, Miami, New York and San Francisco.

The imaging used in the new feature was collected by a company called Immersive Media, whose vans throughout these cities to collect the photos.

Top map competitors Google and Microsoft have both been experimenting heavily in enhancing their mapping applications. Microsoft has a similar streetside view for New York and 8 other cities, which we reported on back in February of last year. Other map visualization innovations have been birds eye view and emerging 3D products. Microsoft launched a 3D product last November. Google has since licensed 3D mapping technology just this month.

2009-01-11T18:37:00.001+05:30

Well i think its been quite a long time i last blogged.ha am here again,nd ya i wish u all (if any :) ) a very happy new year 2009, .may this year bring u a hell lot of goodies nd happiness. . .he he. . .well abi bas itna hi. .i m feelin quite cumbersome typing on tis keypad.0.will typein later,bye

2009-01-11T18:28:00.000+05:30

2008-11-26T22:35:00.000+05:30

We have our semester xams approaching.DKS sir is putting us under a lot of pressure,. . .

DOUBLE-CLICK any word on my blog ! !

2008-10-14T23:23:00.001+05:30

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