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Showing posts with label NIT Hamirpur. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NIT Hamirpur. Show all posts

11 April, 2008

Four years- a memoir

The autumn of 2004, pants folded and the furious rain trying to snatch away the umbrellas. First rendezvous with the Electrical block of NIT Hamirpur (my college) & I grinned: Ah! this magnificent building is going to be my department for the next four years and somewhere I knew that I've made a wise decision.

Happiness, excitement, fear, anger, friendship, love, success . . . . . .endless memories hitched inside the heart.
These insured four years of life are about to end and soon the things are going to be different. I often wonder: why do things have an ending? Is it to make a new start? but the new start again heads towards new end. After all why do things come to an end?

19 February, 2008

Friends

Togetherness
Destiny brought three of us together as roommates but choice made us best buddies. Two years of togetherness, arguments, laughs, care, annoyance, and the endless gyaan (advices). Our growth was entangled together and each one of us felt a sea change in our lives
After two years of togetherness we had to move separate ways and the single threes became three singles.


The biggest enemy

Distance is the biggest enemy of any relationship and ours was no exception. Each one of us got so busy managing life that we could hardly find time for ourselves.
Nearly two years passed and the feelings started piling up.


Best feelings in life are never said

We had a short reunion yesterday and it felt as if we are still the same; the same old friends.


Destiny is sweet, but unknown

Now Atal might be busy studying or surfing internet & I'm here penning down my feelings whereas J.P might be busy tracking the stock market. Don't know where the destiny will lead us. Each one of us is heading towards different direction yet the bonds never cease to break. Maybe because the strongest bonds in life are cherished inside heart, they are beyond the reasons of time and distance.

PS: 20th Feb is Atal's B'day. Happy Birthday Atal.

16 April, 2006

Exam time



Less than three days to go for second periodicals.
All that blaring sound of counter strike had stopped.

Miss the noise of hard rock & sound/games in the corridor.

The shouting has converted into whisper.

With silence all around I feel its best time for my novels.

So I must go on with them. coz I love them. . . . . . ,.

19 February, 2006

One day out of Life

Is Life all about running & catching things?

Hello Friends,

Recently met a chatting friend of mine, he's a computer engineer & working with a software firm & drawing handsome salary. When I enquired about his life, all i got was an incentive to write this article.
He missed his college life immensely & myself being a college student dedicate this article to him. Coz his experience led me to think about my life & here i discuss one day out of my daily routine.

Well, before entering into this professional field i was a hermit who loved his grotto immensely coz it protected him as well as provided isolation.
They say,"experience makes the man". But what if the person doesn't have adequate time left in his hectic schedule to sit and analyze his experiences?
so here i begin with:


It's 7:00 in the morning and the blaring sound of mobile alarm makes the Hermit (used throughout this article as alias for the author) wake up (mammas good boy,gets up early in the morning).
With a bit of anticipation, this hermit turned professional (or you may call him "the Monk who bought a Ferrari") move in for a light jogging. After few minutes of slogging outside it's time to change and stride towards class. usually he's the second last person to enter into the class(last being the teacher) & last bench is the best option available to him. Last bench coz the teacher can't figure him out and also he respects the fact that some people are sleeping & they should not be disturbed by asking doubts or making any kind of noise. For him lectures are nothing but making the exact copy of his teachers notes(which obviously that teacher got from his).


When the going gets tough this hermit takes a dip into a novel where the hero(Robert Langdon) is trying to decipher the codes hidden in the famous Mona Lisa painting by Da Vinci, or Whiteny is about to die on the very next page of the novel.
The electrical teacher points out to him and asks: you back-bencher, tell me that "when will maximum power transfer take place across a transformer"?
The reply generally starts with emm,sir emm..... probably when the copper losses are equal to the Iron losses..... And....Yes!!, Robert Langdon entered the right code. also the answers end with etc's, inorder to show that he knows much more than what he just spoke.

Now 1 hr is left for the lunch & the haughty rookie shall be taking the computer programming class and this time Mr.Langdon is not able to break the codes, coz he's entrapped by the infinite loops & runtime errors. As the rookie's regime ends, it's time to stride fast towards the hostel mess. 10 minutes for lunch and after he gets logged-in to chat with a yahoo friend. But within no time the guy next door enters into the room and makes him realize that there's nothing to exult about the friends list in the messenger coz there's an assignment to be submitted within an hour or so.

The world around him seems to be crestfallen and Google is the only option left with him for the assignment(these situations make him realize that Google is the greatest invention of man, not the wheel).With the assignments submitted it's time for the electrical practical, here in lab all the Einstein's surround the instructor's table as if corpse of any famous personality is being dissected. The instructor makes every one proud by endorsing emphatically that "an electrical engineer deals only with 440 volts", but the statement becomes clearer when someone touches a live connection-("electrical engineers deal only with 440 volts but they also die coz of 440 volts").

As the practicals are over every face is filled with a strange kind of mirth. After this whole days tiring schedule, a cup of tea or coffee at canteen is the best option available, or else a hand into counter strike (a game about killing & getting killed) or chat with a yahoo friend relives from the whole days stress. by the time the counter reading enemies killed starts counting fast, its time for the dinner.
As the dinner is over it's time to handle multiple tasks on the pc like a screen slave. One hand at yahoo chat and another at web editing or writing a blog like this one. All these things are accompanied by some catchy oldies or gajals of Jagjit singh or Gulam ali.

So when the clock strikes 12:00hrs in the midnight, its time to log off all the chats & turn the pc off. coz at 8:30am it's power systems class.With this the hermit's day comes to an end.
Usually the weekends are met with a trip to the nearest town and watching a late night movie along with friends or just sitting in the balcony and staring at the beautiful sky in amazement.

Friends this was the glance of one regular day out of my life. by the time i was about to finish this article i got a bit nostalgic about my college life. I don't know why but, when i am away from this life the moments of laughter spent with friends make me cry and those of crying makes me laugh.
I remember the words from the movie 'finding nemo':
"Dream what you want to dream;
go where you want to go;
be what you want to be,
because you have only one life
and one chance to do all the things you want to do".
Bye........