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The demon

2011-06-07T00:29:00.008+05:30

That little sound evokes deepest desires of the heart, and every time it unfurls in my ears, there is a sadness and desperation that takes over me. In spite of however cheerful I could manage to appear, there is this loneliness that always stays in my heart. I can feel it living in my body, in my very spirit, changing forms faster than blink of an eye. I can feel its existence when I hate someone for nothing, when I feel sad when there is every reason to be cheerful, when I feel lonely in maddening herd of friends. And every second that I try to fight it, to win back my happiness, I realize that I am fighting myself. I am fighting a battle with this demon which claims to be me.

The demon sleeps within, and it wakes up without warning. It takes over me. It tells me that I am bad, that I am imperfect. It is my fault for whatever I don't have and it is my punishment to suffer. The lack which created it manifests itself in hatred for others, in guilts and shame for acts where I have played no role. The demon tells me that it is fine to have and nurture my fears, to run away from them, and it is alright to tell lies. It tells to be someone I am not. And when I allow it to grow, it tells me that I don't exist. The existence always belonged to the demon, and I am just a thought image, the shadow which has no independent reality.

But today that demon is getting weak, for the light has been shone on him. It can't stand light of recognition. It rules when it is dark, when you are blind to see that you are not him. But when you realize that this demon is nothing but an unholy accumulation of your guilts and fears, and when you realize that you are are bigger than these petty mistakes of past, this demon begins to die. It vanishes in a flash. And then what remains is pure love for yourself and pride in your existence. That is when you regain your freedom, and win back the happiness which was always yours. That is where virtues are nested and life becomes the the pleasant journey it is supposed to be.

The demon is being defeated. Prepare for celebrations. Prepare for king's arrival in the world.

Invention of the human anatomy

2011-06-05T10:57:00.004+05:30

It's been a long time since human invention. God did it once, over a period of time, but now I think someone must attempt the feat again. So here I am in my quest to reinvent the human skeleton system. And I have already started. Here is what I have done till now and what are my further plans :

1. I Figured out the core structure of skeleton system.

2. I invented the human skull

3. I invented the chest cavity, and left it to evolve into a rib cage.

4. I invented the scapula, two of them.

5. I have fitted the scapula on back of the chest cavity, both of them.

1-5 is what I've done till now. Now about my plans from 6-18 :

6. I will invent human spine, and will take a gooood amount of time to do that, so that'll be two points.

7. Still onto the spine.

8. I'll then invent the pelvis.

9. I'll fit the pelvis and link it with the spine.

10. I will then invent femur and fit it on the till completed skeleton.

11. I will go on to make tibia and fibula and put them in their right places.

12. Then I will invent the human foot !!

13. From there, I must invent the clavicle. It will then link scapula and sternum.

14. Humerus must be invented next, in our quest to make the human hand.

15. And of course, it has to be fitted in its right place :)

16. Then will come the time to invent radius & Ulna.

17. And then the human hand !

18. Fitting them all together, we can conclude our invention.

And so will arrive our moment of EUREKA !

Guys, the journey till now has not been easy, and it will pose great challenges as we move on. But with your support and love, and by god's unconditional generosity, I will complete the daunting task.

Thank you guys, I must now get back to work.

The man

2011-05-27T10:35:00.009+05:30

The sky is blue this moment, and the next it is crimson red. A luminous battle between the clouds and the darkening sun is just about to begin. Heavens are thundering and lands are prepared to be wounded again by the razor drops. The bleeding sky is being torn apart by unceasing onslaughts of light. The mystified laws which have intrigued us for ages, are being written still. It is the play we just can't understand. What was giving us life a moment ago, is now gasping for final breaths. Nothing is absolute. Nothing is constant. Everything changes. And the change which once brought us into existence, today demands our end.

The violent streaks in the sky give away the secret. They were here for a while but are silently fading, only to return again. This is the cycle which moves everything in the creation. Nobody understands the magic, and nobody cares. Everybody is just too worried about the raging war which will consume last left bits of their lives. There is a vehement battle going up there now, but the previous moment, heavens were in silence. There was peace. The little chattering of the beautiful nature was as serene as the god itself. It was a moment of astral contentment of completeness, where you would float in stillness of deep blue oceans, staring at the stars, and there was nothing that could give you more happiness, nothing could take away what you had.

Yet when the death is near, there is one man who is as contended and as happy. He understands the secret. He understands that death is as essential as the life he cherished, that he is far too big to be broken by it. And it's not the matter of this one death, many more will come. But he understands something that others don't. He is detached from the cycle of life and death, he accepts who he is and that is all he cares about. He is free like the winds, like unvanquished spirits. There is honesty and courage on which an immaculate character stands. There is true love that charges every cell of his body. In his very core he is made up of love. There is nothing that he resists, nothing that he is attached to and nothing that he judges. Life and death bow before him, because he is bigger than both. He is everlasting happiness, everlasting freedom.

The streaks in the sky will fade. The battle up there is all but overture to the peace that is about to follow. A new cycle of life and death is about to begin. He is not here now, but he soon will be.

Nobody understands and nobody cares; but he is the immortal soul of creation, the law of the universe, and the reason why everything is.

Pursuit of Peejay-o-logism

2011-03-27T02:16:00.010+05:30

And then I held my blog in my arm and breathed into it's nostrils, the breath of life; and it became a living soul yet again. It rested in peace for one year. Many thought it died. But it was only under the watchful eyes of its creator. The creator loves his blogs. He only tests them to the limit of their faith. There might be wait in his bakar temple, but there is no injustice. The Bakar lord is ever generous and loving to his faithful blogs. By his grace, this blog is back to life again.

As the semester began, spirituality happened to me. As the semester ends, I am still trying to reassemble splintered pieces of my life. Spirituality either takes you to god or it rips you apart. I don't know what took me to spiritual path, but generally it is either a tragic incident, 3 idiots and PJs. Tragic incidents you know why. 3 idiots - because it satiates you with 'follow your dreams' pills and following your dream is your pursuit of happiness which turns into pursuit of peace and so on and spirituality follows. PJs on the other hand, are the most beautiful and unadulterated way of god devotion. It is an art, a science, a science so pure that only god is more pristine. You might not believe it. You may even laugh. But friends, I speak truth.

Pjaying, as I believe, is the pursuit of most eternal and rudimentary concerns of man. It is about decrypting human thought in a radical way and inferring ideas from simple expressions that can very well be the science of next age. Sometimes these ideas can be so revolutionary that they are desisted even before they are fully heard. Best ideas can have people making awful faces, stuck in disbelief and their reactions loudly conveying abhor, which can soon turn into banishment for the discoverers. Galilio, for example, was the ultimate PJ cracker of his age. Hated and tormented during lifetime, his PJs acquired cult status within the then-geek community a few years after his demise. It was he who once stood before the pope and said 'Ye mama so fat, she's the center of solar system.' Now it’s exact and pure science and he is the worshipped in all corners of the world. The great devotees are so lost in search of the quintessence, that they enter a state of spiritual orgasm. Randomness that characterizes most fundamental components making up the universe, suddenly becomes a part of their selves. They start renouncing all materialistic pleasures and abate into a state of peace and contentment.

If that is getting too melodic for you to digest, I can also give simple arguments. As I have often being saying that people who can laugh at most pathetic jokes (PJs), can laugh at anything in the world. And if they can laugh at anything in the world, they are better equipped to cruise their way through pain and sufferings, and that too laughing and enjoying. And when that starts happening, they start living their life to the fullest, crossing every barrier they are subjected to and accomplishing impossible all though their lives. Infact, some of the most happiest and greatest people on earth are the ones who have taken refuge in the confines of this great science.

Saying is not believing and doing is believing. Don't care about what I say. Try it yourself. Immerse yourself in the flow of PJs. Start listening to them, start tolerating them, start enjoying them. Lower your standards so much that world starts hating you. Make yourself so pathetic that people despise you. Be so low grade that you become a laughing stock of yourself. And then you will laugh at everything that comes to you. Everything will become a frivolous matter. Forget matter, it won't exist. Everything will be a frivolous spirit. You understand and laugh at the big cosmic joke. You will go mad, but only to the outside world. Inside, you will attain redemption. You will be attain nirvana. You will be one with the god. This is spirituality my friend.

I have given you food for your thought. Now you must chew it, because you must always chew food well before you swallow it. If you don't want to, at least I have wasted 5 minutes of your life. It took me 50 minutes to reach here. Even if 10 of you would read this post, I would have wasted 50 minutes of universal time. That nullifies my time with universal time. We take a whole circle and come back where we started. Big joke, cosmic joke; laugh now ! hahaha ! hahahahahahaha !

GO mad ! hahahahahahaha !

Cautley Nights...

2010-03-12T01:00:00.010+05:30

Past few days, or rather nights, have redefined what awesomeness earlier meant for me, and that too in an unexpected territory. While the might and capacity of bakar are beyond any question, you still can't expect it to unfold all it's awesomeness so addictively in a spacetime you are least acquainted with. And when that happens, in a place where you least expect it to, little is left to be said or done, and you are just absorbed in it's sheer splendor. And among all the places, Cautley, situated comfortably far down away from reach of fair humans who dwell in upper lands, seemed like the last place which could suffice my insatiable appetite for bakar. But it was matter of just a few nights which altered all my previous beliefs and theories.

I am a part of a random campus news magazine and also a random organization trying to promote entrepreneurship, and that gives me enough reason to visit Cautley, for it houses all kinds of fellow random members. I have been in these outlying settlements before, and returning back is always an exalting experience. It gives you a much required break from the hassles of the urban life we live up the slope. And imagine trekking to such a beautiful raw place in company of some highly enlightened writers to discuss relationships. When such refined nobility takes up such a task, you can expect highest level of civility in their conduct. The discourse on relationship started with the moderator guiding it as we moved step-by-step from theory to case analysis, scrutinizing relationships in detail hitherto unheard of. After clearly defining various aspects of love, we applied the concepts to real life. It was then that the "random" confessions were made, "random" love was revived, "random" people were discussed and false and unfortunate, yet some "random" associations were forcibly and just for the heck of it invented. Besides that, a lot of non-random stuff was discussed as well, some of which was obvious, some shocking and educating. The awesome night which titillated every sense of our's had to come to an end, for nature demanded such, and it did end, but only after leaving an impact. The night still stays alive in our memories and will continue to do so for a long time to come.

But just when you thought that you had the best of bakar, it amazes you again. Leave a day, and I got a different reason to visit Cautley. Once the work was complete, Bakar started showing it's true colors. Like an honest wanderer devoutly relying on his instincts, I allowed myself to flow in the stream of bakar that followed with a kondy editor, soon extended to include a pinky one as well. And then from self-actualization to more on relationships, from wild and naked dream confessions to problem of excess, everything under the sun was discussed. Without even realizing how fast the time ticked away and dissolved the night in itself, we went on till the last it was permitted. And after the awe-inspiring session, all through my journey back up home, I couldn't help but think and regret of missing out so long on this bakar paradise. The simplicity and generosity of rural folk, and their intelligent ways, all encompassed within their modest demeanors can humble farce people like us who disguise in urbane flairs. I can just express my earnest gratitude and respect for these beings, who inhabit the awesome lands.

And before signing off, here is brief synopsis of my life unfurling in present:

1. I've got new speakers and I'm vehemently playing hard rock to notify the matkas of my new purchase who have made several attempts to kill me by playing songs from '80s C-grade Bhojpuri films.

2. All my feelings for the department which I melodically expounded in my last post, have been falsified, thanks to the trip that won't happen.

3. Catch-22 is some catch, the best there is !

And with that, I sign off !

Typing, Evolution and department of mathematics

2010-03-06T00:48:00.000+05:30

Even after loops of scanning you'll not be able to figure out what is so special about this post. While I have no unreal expectation from the chance readers to come up with an answer, I would indeed like to tell them that this post is coming up at a painfully slow pace, because I'm typing it with the universally accepted rules of typing, involving all eight fingers and two thumbs. I had a dream last night of a beautiful Indian girl typing a love letter on an old typewriter in a decaying government building. I am convinced that I can only find and reach her through a stenographical job, and for that I must first acquire necessary skills. And here I am, practicing typing on freeware online tutorials, where I need to burst balloons by typing alphabet appearing on them to see the animals standing below dance in amazement, and to wait for fart like sounds to fill the room when I press a wrong key. Since the newly induced lag is giving me more time to think, some will plead that I should now be more responsible for the content I put up, not like the toilet bakar, which btw, I still maintain was a valid observation. After an arduous wait, my last blog got just 2 comments (generously counting), of which one was my own reply to a rather squeamish remark. These are the times when you think of the good old days when genuine appreciation wasn't hard to come by and there were takers in whatever your mind could muster and spill.

Just like my blog, even I've evolved over time. It may seem naturally routine, but already being at top of the chain, I find further evolution quite amazing. All my thoughts have been altered, to varying degree, about my own self and about things tangible and intangible. My ideas of own my department have witnessed a sea-change. In my first year, the precincts of mathematics department were darker than Mordor itself, and such thought is permitted if you take into account the conclusive resemblance of everyone in department (from faculty to clerks) to foul orcs. The tales of torment this evil empire inflicts on the poor freshman souls can send shivers down the spine of even darkest of sinners. For an year I trembled and cried for my own fate and things didn't change much until I entered second year and found my own reasons to visit the dreaded territory. And when I did, unexpectedly, I couldn't help but feel waves of patriotism walloping me. Walking down the alleys of the wrecked building is like walking in history through times of our revolution. With valiant names like Swaminathan, Balasubhramaniam, Tilak Raj Gulati, Raj Rani Bharagava, Gangopadhaya - engraved on the archaic nameplates, one is bound to wonder if the professors here are descendants of our exemplary freedom fighters. As patriotism diminished my fears and abhorrence, more mathematics started creeping into my life, and the department became and instrument of that. These small doses of interaction were useful indeed, but could never suffice for my unwavering skepticism and the preparations I was making for the war ahead.

I entered third year with valor and heart of a spartan king, to face and conquer my fears. But even before a shield was raised or a sword was whirled, the far too placative stance of the enemy made the battleground too amiable for a slaughterous war. It wasn't an amusement park ride exactly, but the once dark and spiteful enemy seemed to be indubitably generous and concerned. Though always strict, the professors weren't that bad at shelling out marks, or giving occasional breaks, or cracking occasional jokes, or sometimes asking our opinion and then implementing it as well. In fact as time went on, the hatred was discounted to cordiality. We are a small batch of eleven taking on this evil empire for the first time, and every little struggle of ours adds to our understanding a pinch of its own flavor. The iniquitousness of the professors doesn't seem so obvious anymore, it seems more like a delusion of the earlier years. The place itself doesn't seem so bad, the subject not so hideous. I am still not too senti about the department yet, but I can feel a more stronger association being forged every passing day. I can't say if its good or bad, but the department is indeed finding its place somewhere in the whole of myself and lending a push to the evolution of my spirit and body.

While that is all I can say of my department now, I am being lifted up by the beautiful clattering rhythm of my dabbing fingers, which are getting more quick and musical. My typing speed is taking off even before I draw curtains to this post, which may sound a drastic improvement but is actually spread over two days. I hope that one day this skill will help me get that beautiful women, but even if not, I'll make peace with what it adds to me. Till then, I'll keep bursting balloons and wait for my moment to arrive.

Toilets - The temples of a new world order

2010-01-14T19:06:00.004+05:30

Let me jump to the point right away. Indian society is not in the most salubrious of the states today, badly afflicted with every kind of social disorder. If one were to map out the roots of an ordinary Indian, he would have to cut through a vexing maze of castes and religions down to bewildering detail. The mind boggling division and sub-divisions within the society conjures up a highly entangled mesh of hatred and more hatred amongst them all. But amidst this turmoil, inspiration comes from an unusual source. There is one instant which effectively dissolves all barriers of caste and creed. The one circumstance for which the human mind can defy, even if momentarily, the enormous weight of materialistic and cultural ties which arrests it's life. When this moment arrives, there is no poor, no rich; there is no religion and no creed. This moment my friend, is great like none other - the greatest equalizer in human society - this is the moment when nature's call becomes a shout.

There is no other urgency big enough than to timely make number two before it burst opens in the world itself. Whatever faction you may belong to, cultural or economic, you will never want to carry yourself in a stained underwear for rest of the day. And imagine the borderline cases you have been into, how many times have you cared about your social status or the caste you belong to or the pride you have taken in your affluence. When you gotta do it, you just gotta do it. And the moment you enter into the toilet and you loosen and position yourself and you know you have made it, rare feats can compare with the joy of victory so attained. You are not just any ordinary person on a commode, you are the king on your throne. The joy of expelling can attain orgasmic proportions. This is the point of extreme happiness, regardless of whoever you are, you can arrive at it. The task demands equal commitment from everyone and favors neither the rich nor the poor and those who can accomplish it, are the kings. You can be the king in spite of whoever you are and this is justice and equality in true sense.

This little run of search-position-discharge brings everyone at one equal level. It lays the foundation of a society which is just and beautiful in demeanor. Our quest for such a world has evidently been a futile effort, nothing more than a clueless trot. The questions maybe complicated, but answers may not be necessarily as snarled. Infact, they are very simple and all around us. In this embroiled society, toilets provides us a glimpse of the perfect world - where everyone is equal, where everyone is happy and there is peace and harmony all over. While nobody can undermine the importance of toilets even today, they are still abominated in general context. What we fail to see though, is that the objects of abomination today can very well be the temples of a new world order.

So next time you are into a toilet to do your daily business, don't forget that a peaceful future of humanity begins right where your butts are.

An over-heated Problem ??

2009-12-18T23:31:00.003+05:30

The Copenhagen meet to strike a deal on climate change is making headlines everyday now. Nothing seems as urgent as saving the world. It is imperative for every country to bind itself to emission cuts for consequences of the denial can be catastrophic. We have the obligation and opportunity to be the generation which retrieves earth back from the mess our great grandfathers ( read previous generation Americans, as they are fondly called) have left it in. That is how it is all projected to us and that is how we understand it. Global warming demands immediate action and there is no doubt over the fate of earth if we choose to be delinquent. Yet, one wonders the righteousness of our approach towards the problem. Our measures, to whatever meager sum they amount to, still need to be examined if they are the steps in right direction, and more importantly, with right intentions.

While no one questions the enormity of the problem and the sentiments are strongly in favor of taking stringent actions, there are some very interesting viewpoints and assessments that deserve wider analysis. An Editorial in TOI dated a few days back tried to elucidate why and how the 'Global warming' debate has been blown out of proportion; why this entire movement seems like a huge setup to shift the economic balance of power which now seems to tilt in favor of new emerging economies. Of course, such arguments may sound unnecessary and maybe ignored on account of routine journalism to present counter views. Articles like these which denounce our over cautious standpoint is susceptible to plentiful criticism not just from environmentalists, but even from other factions. Debates like these should leave adequate scope for different opinions, but such adamant advocacy and strong resentment towards a counter opinion raises suspicions of a foul play. Human sentiments have steered the history and have shaped the world we see today. This is what seems to be happening again. By aligning the public opinion around the globe, industrialized nations seek their own revival through climate change. Global warming, besides being a "huge problem", is a necessity, a tacit strategy for their return in a world that is inclining towards the emerging powers. They need to stage a comeback, and global warming promises just that.

The dissidents do not claim it is entirely facade. There have been too many experiments around the world at different times with adequate conformity to reject it as a ploy. What is questionable is the intention and understanding in the global community. The problem is serious, but it hardly gives the impression that the solution seekers are not interested in benefiting from it, even at the cost of others. Europe, US, Japan and others who constitute the developed world have been pushed to a backseat as the emerging economies like ours are spreading their influence. The growth rate for these economies have plunged down to near zero, and for some, even below that. This recession has showed that such economies are now much more vulnerable to downturns while emerging markets like India and China have grown better tolerance. In these circumstances, green industry which holds the potential to turn around the fortunes of the wrecked, rest completely on our sense of urgency. With available technology and capital, developed nations have an edge in starting out in the industry that promise to overtake all others in scope and size. Countries like China and India will be forced to slow down while the developed nations accelerate right back on path of growth .And this is the reason why these countries are so unwilling to share technology and capital and why they want to burden us with unreal responsibilities after polluting earth for over two centuries. The wheels of capitalism are in motion again, as some prepare to save themselves, even if it comes at the price of drowning others.

The Copenhagen meet is at a verge of a breakdown. Developed nations haven't moved an inch on their propositions. Developing nation, quoting an English daily, "have pulled the emergency chain before the train collides with an unbreakable wall". In a sense this is good. A bad solution is worse than no solution. Unless developed world realize the true magnitude of the problem and desist itself from the greed which has left us in this turmoil, we shall remain incapable and foolish as ever to save our own selves. I neither side the hardliners, nor the critics and cogently realize the weight of the problem that looms over us. But illogical decisions based on wavering human emotions can do humanity no good. History will approve as it has seen the fall of some of the greatest civilizations when greed corrupted their values. We have over exploited the little planet, to the extent that it can undo all our evolution in matter of years, something which it is completely capable of. There is a bigger challenge than the climate change today, and that is to face ourselves and ask - Are we ready to change ? Do we accept our mistake ? Can we give up our selfishness and greed? At this point, the answer doesn't seem affirmative, and unless it is, we can't expect a solution. Copenhagen will subside in history as one of the biggest failures of the mankind. Not where humanity failed to delineate a sensible political draft, but one where it failed to confront itself with dignity and prudence.

Khai-Khai

2009-10-21T15:08:00.002+05:30

It took me a good measurable time to realize that 'Anonymous' was no Greek philosopher, even though his quotes found their way right next to those by Socrates and Aristotle in popular English dailies (Secretly, I still imagine him as a Bald man with loads of beard straying all over his face). Nevertheless, I still value and preserve much of his wisdom I mustered during my school days. He had resolutely emphasized on human relationships and its complexities and why is it so important for us to address them with the attention they demand. Had the Greeks taken some time off writing volumes on astronomy and trigonometry and paid a little heed to what the bald man with loads of beard had to say, they would have actually been worthy of the hype they've left behind for themselves. After all, it is the intricate web of human relations that bonds everyone of us into a society and thus into civilizations which propels our advancement. It's a fabric holding entire humanity together and you don't have to be a great philosopher or a rocket scientist to get the idea. Yet, we continue to be oblivious to the grand scheme of things. We overlook the patterns as if they never existed, as if they are inconsequential. Instead of solving the puzzle, we just keep on complicating it. It's like total chaos all around and as Mr. Anonymous would have sadly pointed out, we are loosing ourselves into it everyday, every moment.

And while the entire mankind seem to be traveling the erroneous path, the brilliant B-Clan (Bakar Community) of R-Land seems to have provided a break. And what a break it is. It has taken the entire place by storm and promises to be the next revolution that can change the world. Take note Mr. Obama, this is what you might want to talk about in your next speech. For all the uninformed, this phenomenon is called Khai-Khai. Veterans call it the holy game (That would be Vidit Agarwal and gang.) The name of this divine game is composed of one word, repeated twice - Khai. Khai is a steep fall leading to a sure end for every thing that goes for it. It may sound dreadful, and the way it is pronounced in iteration sounds more like a childhood game like ghar-ghar and office-office than instilling any significant fear. But the fact is, that it actually embarks on something as fundamental as the harmless emotions that characterize children playing those games with iterative names. It is a simple game which paves way for humans to open up and find where they stand in the labyrinth of life.

It is a game with a hypothetical situation (having dreadful real consequences) and 4 simple rules. The situation is that you are standing with two of your dear ones on the edge of a Khai and circumstances such arise that you are to save one and end your tryst with the other by pushing him down to a painful end (hypothetically of course).The rules are as simple as a boolean expression. 1st, you can't save both of them. 2nd, you can't push both of them. 3rd, You can't jump yourself to avoid an answer and 4th, you can't deny a decision. You have to choose one and you have to do it veraciously. And that's about it. It may sound simple, but you can appreciate the challenge only when you give it a shot yourself. It is an open forum, a battle against yourself. You play with no one else, but just against your own negligence in quest for your own enlightment. The game doesn't end with one question. Questions are thrown on you one after another, with all the permutations and combinations you can think of, ultimately to craft a list of people who matter to you most. The game continues for hours with an unspoken promise to say and hear only truth and nothing else. Even if you try, the game is self-structured to offset any kind of diplomacy and pretense. Layer by layer, every person is unleashed. Hearts are broken, relationships are strengthened, barriers give way to new alliances, just to make some fresh wounds. It is a roller coaster ride that takes you through shock and celebrations, joy and sorrow, love and realization in some of the most defining moments of your life. It reveals who you are and where you stand in the human ecosystem that every individual builds for itself. Khai-Khai lets you evaluate the entire humanity against yourself. It is beyond awesomeness !

Let me construct a small example of how difficult and interesting it can be. Since to ensure everyone understand what we are talking about, I'll replace the characters by important organs. I don't know if I'll be doing justice to the game since it is experimentally found to work best on humans, but you can at least get an idea of what its all about. So here is A playing Khai-Khai with B.

A : Let's play Khai-Khai

B : Sure

A : Okay, choose between right hand and left hand

B : It's a no brainer. Right Hand of course

( Everyone anticipated it. It was his right hand after all !!)

A : Heart or Brain ?

B : ummmm....this one's a little tricky

A : ( Brags a little for framing it)

B : ( After some thinking) Though, I know Brain is more important, but I listen to my heart more. Let it be Heart.

(Many sitting around are shocked. A knew it, as he claims. But Brain can't believe it. He remains silent and try to appear indifferent, but he is shocked to the core. Heart, on the other hand, always knew it. B turns healthier with red cheeks in days that follow !)

A : Aur ab Mudhe ka sawaal. Eyes !!

B : Nooooooooo......

A: Yes....

B : Not this one...I'm not answering this

A: Right eye or left eye ?

B : Shit. I can't answer it. I'm sorry.

A : You don't have that option. You have to answer.

B : But they are both same. Exactly Equal.

A : You have to choose one.

B : This is insane.

A : Just choose one.

B : ( Thinks a lot. He wants to give up, but can't...it's Khai-Khai after all)

B : Okay ( Eyes on him now. Complete silence)

B: It's......( More eyes follow. Hearts pounding)

B: It's .........I can't do it !! They are both EXACTLY same.

A : That won't do B. Just say it.

B : Okay OKay. Though they are both equal, it's the...left eye.

(There are murmurs in the crowd, faces staring at each other to make sense of the declaration. Right eye is shattered. Left eye tries to maintain decorum, but still find itself boasting with left eyebrow penetrating almost into the forehead).

A : Bhaiya...Macha di !!

A : Now left eye or the heart ?

And it goes on.

So if you want to get a true feel of the powers of Khai-Khai, you have to allow yourself to play it. It'll be full of surprises, sometimes much to your dislike. But you'll resign with content at the end of the day. Inspite of every feeling that goes along with this game, it promises more satisfaction than you could have bargained for, for nothing is more enlightening than the truth itself. It is the game where you want to speak the truth when nothing compels you to, but your own inner self. And since all this is so dynamic, you have to follow it every day with every single person who concerns you and there are people who do that religiously. In fact, sources claim that after an immensely popular and life changing season 1, Khai-Khai has now entered its second season with wider fan following. That is the power of truth. That's the magic and addiction. That's the solution and revolution. And that is the essence of khai-khai, which so beautifully resonates with the purpose of our existence. If you want to understand the meaning and origin of life, stop taking refuge under clueless babas or spending billions on stupid underground accelerators.

Play Khai-Khai and enlighten yourself !!

Absolutely random and uninspiring post

2009-09-15T21:28:00.014+05:30

As in regard of tastes and eating habits, I presume I’m quite as normal as anyone around is, except for minor deviations from the standard normal curve of food habits. I may sound a bit mathematical, but as a matter of fact that’s the way I am evolving. Thinking in discrete ways and trying to model different situations of life into mathematical equations has happened to me more than once now. It’s quite fun and imaginative and definitely not at all geekish as it sounds, for I never play by the rules of the subject. I, infact invent my own rules that suits my mind better (and in some cases allow Chuck Norris algorithm to strangle the problem with a cordless phone !!).

Breaking out of digression, I'll resume by expressing contentment over my food habits except on some occasions, notably those involving sandwiches. Sandwiches are tantalizing, succulent and symbolic of lighter moods and good times. Millions of people around the world will fondly recall how sandwich has played it's part in their times of celebrations, joy, sorrow, winter, spring, love, peace and what not. It finds mention in thousands of stories of everyday lives of humble mankind, in recitals and in epics. Sandwiches are beyond word...they are awesome !! But unfortunately, I don't share any sentiments I've poetically tried to expound. They come from my peculiar observations of people who are madly in love with this little things. Years have gone, but I'm yet to figure out how anyone can even sparingly relish these neat triangles full of filth. The idea of vegetables (especially cucumber) mollified in butter and all that covered in bread sounds absolutely hideous to me. It's appalling and very dismaying. You just can't ignore it. But then people will disapprove. They love it, and they do that very generously. When we talk about sandwiches, Yes, I do feel abandoned. I declare here that even after a strenuous search spanning years, I'm yet to find a single person who despise sandwiches as strongly I do. Among many desperate measure I have taken in my quest, I confess owning and moderating a single member community on orkut for an year - 'I hate Sandwiches'. No one subscribed to my ideology. No one still do and I feel helpless at times. In my defence, I want to say that I genuinely tried, but even after umpteenth attempt, I'm not able to alter my feeling towards them. It'll be with me till my time, and after that the world shall forget this loner forever.

I hate sandwiches. Though it fascinates me and grilled sandwiches subdue my hatred to some extent, but I still hate them like anything. And so do the coffee in CCDs and Baristas that people like to have with them. It is a sad story. One that results unconditionally and entirely out of circumstances. I loved CCD for all the good times of my sweet teenage and I loved that trip I had in first year with my best friends. Everything was great. We had a delicious breakfast on last day in a CCD romantically located on top of a hill in Mussorie. Everything was so unnaturally perfect that something had to go wrong ( I Interpreted I'll screw my mid-terms in exchange of so much happiness, which I eventually did). Things turned bad in a different way as well. During our descent back to R-land, some pseudo forces started acting upward on my coffee and other goodies I savored with it. Regurgitation drowned away the sweet memories of the trip and taste of coffee became synonymous with vomiting ever since. 'Don't think about chocolates and coffee' - my friend advised me during that harrowing time. I tried following his command but in a pathetic effort, I couldn't think of anything else but chocolates and coffee. Now every time I feel like throwing up, CCD and it's coffee and hot fudge crosses my mind. The same goes other way round. Being in CCD gets me back to all those mountains and that journey down the hills with all the puke and it's thoughts around. It has mercilessly left me devoid of all the good memories of past and coffee in CCD is a closed chapter for me.

And finally we come to pizzas. Before moving ahead, let me clarify that I love them and they are my idea of a really good time. But strictly, I'm a fan of Pizza hut pan pizzas only, and one amongst them that walks out with all the honors is Veggie Crunch. After a tiring JEE, my hungry self feasted upon this lovely pizza for the first time. It was love at first bite and the affair hasn't ended yet. Infact, the girl with sweet voice taking my orders in some call centre knows that over 90% of time, I order this specific pizza only along with cheese garlic breads. While I'm so fond of veggie-crunch, I have never liked anything Dominos or Papa John's has ever invented. Once again I'll shy away from normal food trends here by announcing I've not enjoyed, infact I hated, the much celebrated variant of Dominos pizza - The cheese burst. I know people are mad about it but for me, it's lot of cheese for the taste buds that adore true taste of pizza. Come on guys...cheese is tasty, but it has no right whatsoever to overwhelm the taste of pizza, something that is so classic in itself. I prefer pizzas unadulterated, least so by cheese. Unlike coffee in CCDs, I have no regrets to inform my utter disregard for this kind of food that is so low on creativity. It's just a bribe of cheese overdose to hungry uninformed people at a cost of loosing something so much blessed, so much eternal.

With that I'll like to conclude this post. Though I'm not very fond of South Indian food too, But I've found a decent amount of humanity not liking it as well.

Rest assured, I'm perfectly normal in all other aspects concerning human lifestyle. At least, thats what I perceive and any comment on the same shall be entertained only if conveyed in most diplomatic and encoded way.

TATA BYE BYE CYA SOON

2008-12-31T15:23:00.002+05:30

It's time to bid a very happy farewell to 2008, quite a eventful year !!

Wish 2009 bring more prosperity and peace...

and yes, I forgot to even wish my Blog a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY who turned 1 just a few days back.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG :)

An old gossiping women that we are

2008-12-05T19:59:00.016+05:30

A semester came and a semester went by, and amid the cruise I comfortably ignored the torpid existence of my blog. Such things never happen for the first time with me, and especially if we are talking negligence and unaccountability. You can say, I have a history. But all things apart, I no longer fancy stretching this post with inconsequential fables of my life. I would have wanted that a few days back, but not now. I'll reserve that luxury for the subsequent posts. Right now like everyone else in the country, my thoughts are predominated by the terror attacks in Mumbai and our own inability to protect ourselves from such intrusions.

About 10 days ago, terror shed it's shadow on our beloved city Mumbai. Dark chapters are registered everyday in this country's history, whether they are communal riots, wars, discrimination, bigotry, corruption, shameful political dramas or terrorist attacks. This year we had seen it all. 64 bomb blasts in last 6 months. But this time it was far too much adventure, far too much destruction. A boat walks right from Pakistan, straight into the heart of our city creating havoc, leaving hundreds dead and a nation mourning.It wasn't just a terror attack, it was a proper foreign invasion. I don't know what to feel; feel sad, feel anguish, frustrated, stupid, dumb or what.

I no longer feel secure going out shopping now.My parents forced me to call off the Goa trip we were so excited about. England team withdrew it's tour midway, fleeing back to the safety of their nation. No champions trophy this time. No tourist outburst for the Incredible India. It's a financial loss running down in billions, and it's loss of faith and security. Maybe that's what these terrorists wanted to achieve. And maybe I could safely claim, they have not disappointed their masters. But yet again preserving our wonderful record, we easily let things happen. Where was the security ? Where was the intelligence? And why do we turn diligent or start contemplating only after adversity dints it's way into our lives? This time we have been rendered naked and everyone can see how just unprepared we are. It's not about a security lapse. It is about our thinking and our mentality.

The reaction of the government, those wonderful statements that government issue right after such a disaster, sometimes they so make me feel if I could just evaporate into thin ether. It is at these times I feel so disgraceful being an Indian. Look at Israel, these fanatics kill their 2 citizens and they strike them right into their heart. These terrorists won't dare spell Jihad against America again. And see what we Indians do. We condemn these attacks. A few years back, Bangladesh killed our 16 soldiers in an erratic aggression on eastern borders. Now a country like Bangladesh which can't stand a chance against our might, dares to kill our soldiers in a fight born out of our sheer passiveness. And still what we do, we condemn the attacks and we pass a proposal in parliament 6 months later denouncing the attacks and promising to take action by building diplomatic pressure on the neighbor. Can't you sense this is what old fearful women do. Men strike back, once and for all and the enemy conceives a 1000 times before daring such a feat again. Old fearful gossiping women lay quite enduring all the pains while men rule the world. America never needed the consent of world before evading Iraq. No protests around the world or even in it's own territory ever mattered. While we, we Indians, after all such attacks try to prove America and the world that our Neighbors have been involved in fostering terrorism. We seek permission from the world to take actions. We are so feeble in taking decisions ourselves that at virtually every point we affirm that we are still slaves. We will take lots more time to break the thousand year tradition of slavery. Why don't we just accept it ; we are just too soft to live in this world.

Of course, we live in a nation that has served under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi and likes. They taught us non violence and peace, the universal values that remain valid even to this date. But surrendering over to these values while terrorists roam fearlessly in our country and ripping apart bodies of our people is not practicing non-violence. If somebody threats your existence without any sane reason to do that, you have full authority to wipe them out of their roots. I don't think we need any permission from anywhere around the world to hunt down these terrorists if we are sure of their hide-outs. We need a strong leadership, one that can use all the diplomatic weaponry to choke the finances these terrorists are thriving upon and which can summon the defenses for an invasion right into their centers if the need ever arise. We are in paucity of good leaders and our corrupt and impotent political system is incapable of fulfilling that demand. If you look at the core, the solution lies in the change of mentality, change the way we think and all the changes will trickle down to other factors consequently.

The only positive this entire episode has brought with it is a sense of awakening. People are getting united to fight terror, and not just terror, they are raising their voice against the crooked and fraudulent political system. People from all walks of the life belonging to all factions of the society are gathering to express how annoyed they are. The politicians of our country, the dirtiest creatures ever to assume life, they have finally started to hear our cries of belligerence. I can't infer that this incidence can spark a revolution. But slowly things will change, as they are changing now. Democracy is the last revolution in a democratic setup, rest all other changes take their time to happen. Change is bound to ensue, as our society is undergoing transition and as our youth is becoming more responsible and expressive. But I fear, there will be still many more attacks that'll follow before we can break the mind barriers that has enslaved us for centuries. Many more soldiers, many more brave officers will lay down their lives for our protection. This nation can never forget their sacrifices. They died by the bullets of terrorists, which pierced their brave souls as a consequence of decades of treachery by our politicians. They are no less than terrorists, even more foul. And we have our own contribution in their making. This is a moment of shame for all of us. It's time to regret and cry, but more than that to learn a lesson, so that we can undo the mistakes that has brought us here. This nation is like our mother, a diseased one, but still she do everything to nurture us. It's time to pay her back.

The only concrete solution to this problem, I'll stress once again, a change of mentality. Once we promise ourselves that we'll not tolerate anyone exploiting us, whether they are politicians or terrorists, all problems will meet their solutions in the aftermath. Good leaders will come out from good people and they'll serve the wants of this nation through democratic channels. All we requires is to break that barrier that has been binding us for long. We need to believe that we can invoke a change. It is tough, but unless we believe in ourselves, there is no progress we can make.

An entire semester came and an entire semester went by, as everyday I saw a quote on my notes register

"The Person who cannot believe in himself, cannot believe in anything else"

I saw this entire story and then I remembered this quote by Roy L. Smith. Suddenly Everything started making sense.

P.S : I request the people of this nation to live like men, but I nowhere want them to perceive that I am a male chauvinist.

P.S.S : That was a DJ !! ( Dang Joke, a step below PJs)

P.S.S.S: Jokes apart, I'm very serious about this post.

Jaane tu ya jaane na...( The review of my life )

2008-07-15T23:13:00.011+05:30

The sodium light transpiring into my room from that old window unfurls itself all over the room. My pupils are wide open, enough to see every trifling detail making up the place. Things like this don't befall often, because at four in the night, I'm generally lethargically crashed to bed. But Now, I'm here, my eyes wide open and my savage mind more clear than ever, a stir of thoughts flowing over space and time as I prepare myself to encounter my past, my present and my future.

It starts when I was young. I often used to visit a fantastic hang-out place with my parents, that's DC, District center, as we fondly call it. Actually, this place generally brim with friends, hang-out buddies, college guy, couples etc etc. Those were the days my body clock went out of my understanding and I discovered puberty. I acquired new habits to discern every pair of shaved legs, espy every enlarged butt, observe all the burgeoning tees, secretly glancing on every girl, her boyfriend, her friends, and other flaunting groups all around. Those guys and gals were my inspiration and my idea of college life, but almost on all occasions I used to bump into a group of losers. And now what do I mean by losers ?

Losers, as in my conclusion, are the group of those guys hanging out together looking dreadfully humdrum, uncool and you-know the typical kind of feel they would measure out to the atmosphere. The reason, the proper reason for such kind of abysmal emanation was just one - There was no visible tinge of women in their life. Of course, mothers and sisters are not counted. Just by looking at those guys one can make out they will never have a girlfriend in their lives, and their parents will arrange a marriage for their losers in due time. Even then, they were never not hanging out together. They were just crying over their wretched fortunes or laughing at the world for the shit that crowds it. Typical losers. You just know they are losers, no second thought, verdict delivered. Anyways, a small point to be made. whoever I assumed to be those losers, they always looked as some science freaks !!

It's about 6-7 years now since those trips. But life has taken strange turns. Time is an unusual thing. Sometimes it slow downs, sometimes it runs too fast, you know, it changes it's speed a lot. But still it just ticks away at one same speed. I can look at my clock now, which is hanging harmlessly over the wall and isn't very much like how I see it during light, but it still quite seemingly tells me that it's just few more minutes to dawn. And then the sun will rise again, cracking that blue light in the purplish black firmament. A new day will begin, and it will end and begin again and the cycle will go on forever. And somewhere in those cycles I'll see the world, I'll live my life and then I'll fade into the eternities of the life. Thoughts like these don't befall often on me. But today is different. Today I saw Jaane Tu ya Jaane na. No, it's no special film, nothing great or epic about it. 2/5 is a brilliant rating to go with for this one. It's that simple old testified and tried love story, the same old wine in a new bottle. But then you'll subscribe with me for the sake of that old wisdom that as the wine gets older, it gets more intoxicating.

Love stories are really common in our flicks. There may not be even a dozen successful movies without featuring a romantic affair tinseled with half a dozen songs. But does the reel life so significantly depicts the real life? Suddenly if Bollywood becomes the gauge to measure this country, half the time the beautiful men ( with six pack abs and funky dress sense) and women ( tall, fair, educated, sensible and cultured) would be falling in love with each other after years of best friendship and fighting their parents in most cultured way. The rest half, they would be singing songs, making humor, bashing bad guys and stuff. Not quite really close to reality, is it ? But still, sometimes it embarks on something so important, so natural, so crude, so perpetual..you know... and that's love, the companionship of the opposite sex, you can't hide these desires for long. Indians aren't know to be much adventurous when it comes to finding mates or losing virginity, but then luckily living in such a liberal minded family and having made so many friends who were girls, it seems so paradoxical that I still haven't satisfied that ultimate rapturous desire.

That's it. Sky is going blue now. Birds and chirping already, and my mom is preparing herself to break free from slumber. But it's still not so clear. Something is wrong. Is it the AC ? The room is chilled now, even as I comfort myself in the quilt. I'm not feeling cheerful. Maybe because I don't have any girl in my life. I'm 19 now, at 20 an average Indian male discovers the joy of manhood. The height of the bridge don't worry me more than it's foundations. The problem is I even don't have a true love in my life. It's not that you need one so desperately for you, it's just sometimes you think that there should be someone you could share some moments with, if you could ever just talk for nights on with her, sometimes just lay down on her shoulders and look at the infinity that abounds the sky and those stars that glimmer in deafening silence of love. It's just those moments where the clocks slow down forever, where times runs paces as it had never before, when it just ticks away tick by tick, and the whole creation dissolves in it.

Somewhere far in neighborhood, an alarm rings up, diminished sound, nonetheless distinguishable. Chain reactions work amazingly when left to nature. The ringing alarm ringed a few bells in my mind. I'm sure, if I haven't been distracted to it, these thoughts would have never occurred. I just realized something. When with my friends in DC, after that Okay film, I was more than desperately scouting for those losers inspite of all the beautiful womankind that inundated the air. Now I realized, why I couldn't find them. Because it was us now. Yes !! We are the losers. No girl, no love, we are the f*cking damn losers !!

My mother is already up, maybe refreshing herself before lodging into the kitchen. Sleep approaches to minus infinity, and I can no longer take it. I'm out of my bed to open up the veranda and to notice the roads wet with water and the smell so typical of monsoons lingering in the air. I laid all night wide awake not even noticing the heavy rains that had flooded the city. I used to find this kind of air particularly very romantic, until now. But today, here I'm standing alone, with nobody besides me as I face my past, my present and my future. I somehow convince myself that in spite of every thing, I don't fall in the same category as those losers. 95% of my friends ( including my respected seniors) don't take the pleasures of female companionship. 75% of my fellow mates from DPS struggle on the same lines. Most of the guys I look around don't have girl-friends. But then, it's Delhi. You look around and you find couples chatting and laughing. Yup. It's quite easy to find mate in Delhi, for it's an open and liberal minded city, and I'm proud of that. But then, it just don't happen. You need at least a strong reason and some due time to get a positive feedback. At least, I'm not the kind of guy who can goto a party and mesmerize the ladies with his charisma. Had I been in college, I may have had made a girl-friend long ago. But then I'm in IIT. You know, the land of males. But even the thought that I compared myself with those loser guys just scared the shit out of me. One girl missing from your life, and it seems your life is about to shatter as with your next breath. Sometimes you just think, that one girl, who is not in your life and you even don't know who she is or if she ever exist, if she can bring your optimism and pride crashing and puts you in the league of losers, imagine what a real girl can do.

I tried to convince myself to the best of my capabilities. It may not resolve the truth of the situation. But now the slumber within me is seeding out once again. My mother is now in the kitchen, unaware that I had been awake all night and what all I went through as I scrutinized my life. Neither does she know that I'm in my bed again and would not wake up before my maid would serve the lunch before me. She'll be in her office when I'll lie to her that the breakfast was nice and the day was as good as the other days after I wake at 9. I don't care if the all the darkness has vanished from the skies. I don't care what the birds are up to now. It was the kind of night that don't encounter me often, but it's over now. I don't know how it will affect times of my life. Someday maybe, I won't even remember it. The sun is out and the night is gone. The sun will fall and another night will come. And in this cycle of life, this night and the adventures it brought upon will dissolve forever into hibernation.
Heaven.

P.S : zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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Adhesives under Swiss Guard

2008-07-01T21:33:00.003+05:30

Browsing the net or browsing the book stall isn't the only kind of browsing people are doing these days. They are browsing a lot of different things. For example, you can browse your own blog. I just did that wonderful thing, and you know what I found out, I just found that I have been publishing very intelligent posts lately. Very intelligent and for that sole reason, very irrelevant in this world. And then you see, I'm the lord of bakarthoery, not some intelligentstuff theory, or something like that. If I can't publish crap, no one else can. But then everybody in the world is doing that. That's what the web is all about, you publish crap !! It's as simple as that. I'm not the sole responsibility to induce intelligence in the world. And nobody even ask me to publish intelligent posts. And most events occurring around me are some of the most unintelligent things happening in the world. So I, Solemnly pledge today to relive myself of all my responsibilities to make this world an intelligent and hopeful place to live in.

Okay (sigh !! feeling relieved). So lets start with one of those things that just happened to me in very recent past, recent enough to call it present. I just met up with an old childhood friend. We used to call him 'Pochcha' ('Pochcha' is a kind of sweeping cloth, generally torn underwears, used by domestic servants in middle class families to clean the floor). His father is the owner of an adhesive company. When we were in 3rd standard, and were like cute little puppies, he forcefully made me believe that he owns the biggest company in the world manufacturing Fevicol, and is the richest person alive in the world for past 100 years ( that was the age of the earth according to him and he didn't acquainted with numeration after 100). They manufacture adhesives by a very complicated and multi-step processes involving 100s of coins. In first step they used to melt the coins and in second step it became adhesives. These coins were swiss Rupees, worth hundred of rupees and were manufactured in their Swiss factory located in Switzerland. Then they used to carry the adhesives back to India in a train, and it was guarded by hundred thousand million swiss soldiers ( I'm just translating how many times he said hundred into shorter terms). And those soldiers were under command of none other than the President of Switzerland - Hitler. Well, I never believed a word of what he said, but circumstances made me pretend that I did.

Today after several years, we met again. He has grown smart looks, and stands 7 inches taller than me and twice wide with 6 pack abs and stretched muscles. Of course, I didn't call him 'Pochcha'. He was on his Charisma, and I learned later, was going back after throwing a treat to his friends, as he successfully tugged 75 on IQ tests on his 9th attempt. Good for him. He really needs it. More than I need those six pack abs and muscles. Luck can be merciless at times. Anyways, as he went past me, I started the all unintelligent conversation, one among those that always keep happening with me.

Me : Hey !

Pochcha : Hey ?

Me: You recognize me ?

Pochcha: Uhmm...??

Me: I'm Amit. Remember we were in school together some time back?

Pochcha: Oh yes ! Now I do. How'r you doing buddy ?

Me: Great ! What about you ?

Pochcha: I'm fucking whores !! 100s of whores.

Me: Great !! ( Pretending to look impressed)

Pochcha: ( Showing off, acting to chew a chewing gum he don't have in his mouth and pretending to hum a song as if I'm really impressed. Bragging actually).

Me: So what are you doing these days except fucking whores. I mean, you must be attending some college right?

Pochcha: Yaa, I'm doing my BA. It's Bay..Bay..something of arts. I don't know the name of the college.

Me: That's nice.

Pochcha: What college are you in anyway( taunting, as if I know the name of my college)

Me: I'm in IIT Roorkee.

Pochcha: Ohhh....IIT ( impressed). Is it in Delhi ?

Me: It's IIT Roorkee buddy.

Pochcha: Yeah! But where is it? Delhi ?

Me: It's IIT Roor...Yaa. It's in Delhi.

Pochcha: So what are you doing there, B.Com ?

Me: It's actually 5 years Integrat...yaa B.Com.

Pochcha: Ohh ! I knew One day you'll be doing a B.Com. B.Com in Science stream or Medical.

Me: Science.

Pochcha: Nice !! Nice !! So ? made any girlfreinds ? ( Showing his muscles as if he was supposed to while asking this question. Life can be very unfair)

Me: Nah ! We don't have a lot of girls in there.

Pochcha: Where ?

Me: In my college.

Pochcha: So what ? I fuck whores all around Delhi. You can't restrict yourself to just the college.

Me:But I don't have muscles like you.

Pochcha: ( Showing off, acting to chew a chewing gum he don't have in his mouth and pretending to hum a song as if I'm really impressed. Bragging actually).

Me:( Trying to act modest, pretending I don't want to slice him into two pieces)

Pochcha: Hey! You know about my adhesive company, TicToc Adhesives.

Me:Yaa...(For God's sake...say you burnt the factory. What company will have it's name TicToc, anyway?)

Pochcha: You know, we signed a deal with a swiss company. Soon we'll be opening up in Switzerland. We'll be manufacturing Swiss adhesives then.

Me:(Here we go !!)

Pochcha: After the deal, we will be one of the biggest adhesives companies in the country. We will become very very rich. Hundreds of thousands of millions of...

Me: Hey ! It's been nice talking to you. Really. But I'm extremely short of time. Got to go. Now. Take care. Bye

Pochcha: Bye ( and wheels off)

A week later, I read in a local newspaper that a local adhesive manufacturing company - TicToc adhesives has signed a deal with a swiss manufacturer of local goods. This deal will allow Indian company to manufacture deal for the swiss company and it's sub-units. And also allow to expand it's base in rest of the Europe. The Indian company, which had been operating locally within NCR, will become one of the leading adhesive manufacturers in the country. It's a significant deal because now even small companies are going global and expanding ata very fast rate, and as in this example, bagging big deals so as to emerge the top players. This deal ...

Life can be very very very unfair.

How'r u doin ??

2008-06-29T01:37:00.005+05:30

Walking past the morning newspaper with my unbrushed teeth, on some morning in springs of '03, I saw a blonde named Jennifer Aniston standing with a Golden globe trophy. It was love at first sight. Very soon, we were kissing each other on a marooned island, secretly making love, away from our half a dozen children, which I had fathered her. Now there was another lady in my life and things were going great, until my mother dragged me back to the world pressing me to brush my teeth and getting prepared for the breakfast, that was already freezing now. Now, she can be very demanding and stubborn at times. I would never mind skipping a breakfast, if that can anyhow help my love life. But I had to heed my creator (and over the years, I found out that the hard way), and before she could snatch the paper out of my hands, I glanced those subtitles which clearly indicated where my destiny lies

'FRIENDS sweetheart bags the Golden globe award.'

And that's how I started poking around F.R.I.E.N.D.S, just because of dear Jennifer. I watched a few episodes, couldn't understand much, except for that some sunaffabich bumbling man named Ross Geller was already having things with Rachael. Now I didn't like that. Seriously. And I didn't like that man too. (However, I forcibly changed my notion about him very soon, as I realized I was being too GUNTHER !!). But that's how I gradually got myself involved in the series. And then before I could realize anything, I was laughing with these guys, crying with them, enjoying with them, and having loads of fun with them. Suddenly I had new friends in my life - Rachael, Monica, Phoebe, Chandler, Joey and of course, Ross. And that's how slowly I forgot dear Jeniffer and Courtney swapped places with her. I had a crush on Courtney for a very brief period, but it just didn't matter at that time. That won't be a reason enough now, to meet my new friends every night.

I still remember the initial months of my 9th standard. That was about the time I started spending a lot more time with books, as I realized there was no other option than to study my way out through those tougher academic phases. That was the time academics began to suck and I realized I need to spend least an hour or two on the table, everyday, something I had never done before. That was where FRIENDS came in. Everyday, after my regular hitch with the books, FRIENDS at 10 on Zee English was always there for 5 days a week to help me revive the cultural shock the new academics was giving me. It's like an old friend helping through your difficult times. I would talk about the series with my friends later in the classes, but hardly any of them was seeing them at that time ( Of course, all of them are madly in love with the series now!!). But in those tough hours, my folk-fare deprived themselves of one of the greatest proposals of friendship ever designed.

But anyhow, I continued watching the series, and I take pride in announcing that I watched the 9th season live as it went to air in America. It was definitely one of the best seasons and I have seen the entire season in order for 5 times now. That was a good one, but My favorite is the season 7, the season preceding my luckiest number. Take a look at some of the best moments from it.

Now I don't know how actually I can come up with some of the best scenes without doing injustice to the others. There are just so many. There was this story when Ross and Joey were stranded on the apartment roof, and the other one on thanksgiving when Ross couldn't remember all the states. And that one with the Spa in Ross's home, or the one when Ross hits the pole in central Perk while attempting to hit Joey, and he so fantastically ducks. TOW Rosita dies, TOW Joey "accepts" the award on her behalf or TOW Ross comes in as Holiday Armadillo. TOW, TOW, TOW...And then there were those senti ones too. There were just so many, I can't even recollect them now. Mind completely blocked you see. OverLoad !! This series had this amazing ability to take the viewers through a hilarious rides, with emotional turns and then back to the humor track. I guess that's what differentiated it from the other series, and that's why people became really attached to it. 10 years, mind you, is not at all, on any scale, a small time for any series on American Television.

As I said, I watched the 9th season live and was expecting to watch the tenth season again with the Americans,it arrived a little late in India though ( an year late actually). As always, the season was outstanding but the last episodes, the parting of the friends just broke me up. That were the finals of my 11th standard, and I remember that I went into a big depression for about a week or so after watching those last episodes. At that point, it seemed, I had lost someone of my own, forever. It was a feeling I never had before, I had never experienced how it felt to loose someone, and still I couldn't believe it was happening. After all, they were just characters, not in real life, and thousands of miles away from me. Anyways, I felt the ache, and it gradually went away, but it seems I still have lots of feelings for them, especially for ...well..uhmmm...Joey. After my initial stint with the girls, I guess I found my true love in Joey. Yeah !! Not that kindda love you would like to have on a unscathed island, just the kinda love you have with your baby...or your puppy!! Lots of love anyways. So here I conclude, By giving you some of the best joey moments. Laugh and keep smiling and keep saying : How'r U doin ??

A walk to remember

2008-06-18T13:46:00.007+05:30

"first you will smile, and then you will cry --- don't say that you haven't been warned."

I picked up this book while strolling past a book vendor in Cannaught Place. I had decided to buy this book some time back after reading very positive reviews about it on shelfari. And it was just by chance I happen to walk across it. I bought the book for a ridiculous price, a price not very synonymous while shopping with street hucksters. Now, all this should Ideally not be part of a book review, but you know, it's just to give a personal touch and set the tone.

This is what I'll call the most beautiful story I have ever chanced on. No book till date ever bring tears in my eyes. This book almost did, and the emotional fallout of this book was enormous.

This is a love story of a boy Landon Carter. A series of events led him fell in love with a girl named Jamie Sullivan when they both were seventeen and about to graduate from high school. Her father was a minister in the baptist church and the two families never shared a musical history. And the relationship was never cordial between Landon and her father, who had crossed fifty when Jamie was born. Of course he was a very old man when the story was told. Jamie, on the other hand was downright devoted to god. Everything in the world according to her was a part of " Lord's Plan". She lost her mother when she was born and carried her mother's bible all the time with her. She was very sweet with everyone, even animals and helped any, any soul, needy or not. She wasn't the kind of girl that would hang around with friends or chill out some on weekend night. She would rather prefer to spend her free time in an orphanage. Although this made her very popular with the aged population, she was never much liked by her fellow mates, especially boys in the school. Landon on the other hand was a totally normal boy, and tried to maintain distance with her. But events did happen and as they went by, and gradually they both fell in love with each other.

Those were the most beautiful days of their lives as they enjoyed their first love. But destiny takes a turn here. The love and happiness broke into dismay and sorrow. Their lives were about to be changed forever, and it is at this point that tears will start flooding your eyes till the very end of the story. I won't tell you what happened, and how their love finally shaped, but believe me, even if I tell you the entire story, it won't even matter. Because this book is not so much story driven as it is character driven and Nicholas Spark just miraculously weaves those characters and the lives that they live, so much so, that you almost starts to feel a part of them. You will laugh with those characters and cry with them. And even when you put down this book, they will remain within you for a very long time.

All I can say to conclude is that it is a very very beautiful book and no person should ever miss on it. And yes, As you read the book, you'll realize the there had been quite a few attempts back here in India to translate it through various medias, but I'll bet my youth if we could have gone anywhere even near to the emotional grasp of this story. It's just soooo beautiful.

Must Must read it !!

A new post !!

2008-06-14T01:38:00.003+05:30

It's just for the sake of it, I'm putting on a new post on my blog. The thing is that, it's not that I haven't been visiting my blog so often. Well I'm not ignoring it. I have written about 4 posts write now which I haven't published yet. As soon as I finish a post, I realize that it would be better that I don't publish it. Not that they are not worth it, it's just some other strange reasons which I can't broadcast, because if I do them, there would be no reason not to publish them. And it's even not that I'm not working on my blog anymore. I do visit it everyday and I'm in constant search of topics to get about them. As soon as something happens, I'll surely put it on the this bakarblog. As most of you don't read my blog ( Note: When I write blog, I write it as if I'm serving to every reach of humanity), you won't care why I'm not doing so. Those who ever even faintly thinks of it, have absolutely not effect in their lives whatsoever( Though I may caution you of the butterfly effect). By this time, if any one of you is reading this, must have realized that this post is an absolute waste of time and digital space and some people have this wonderful ability to keep on talking and talking when there is nothing else left to talk. And I promise you, I could have extended this post to GBs if my lappy wasn't running out of charge. Anyways before I go, some of you wise matter must should acknowledge the title of the blog : The (GREAT) Bakartheory !!!

One year on the Road less taken....

2008-05-27T00:04:00.003+05:30

An year ends, what can easily claim to be among the best times of my life. The college life, and particularly the hostel life, had been a totally new experience for me, and I have rejoiced every moment of the feast. I have made new friends and learned so much in many different ways. I can conclude it by saying just this : I have grown up a lot !!

But this was the first year, and as often the case is, it's not always the best yadrstick to measure your rest of the college life. After one year, it was just natural for me to ask myself again...one year ago...did I make the right choice ??

I'll tell you what it was like one year ago. One year ago, at this point of time, I was anxious and was in a big dilemma, just like many of those who were done with host of entrance examinations and were now on the needle head of situation as the results were slowly rolling out. I was confronted with something very similar. After cracking the JEE pathetically, I managed an Int. Msc in Applied Mathematics in IIT Roorkee. On the other hand, I had the option of IT in DCE. There were two paths, and go ask any normal delhiite, the choice was pretty much obvious.

IIT is IIT, but DCE isn't bad either. Any engineering aspirant knows that, especially someone belonging to Delhi. If he cannot break even into top 2000 in JEE, he'll be giving a serious thought of taking up something good in DCE/NSIT rather than chasing the IIT dream. That's how most Delhiites think. Come on, step into my shoes, or rather in my mind, and just see it for yourself.

'You love Delhi, so much that You can call yourself city-sick to some extent. If you take up this course, you'll be living in Delhi all the time !! Enjoying every moment of whatever wonderful is happening here. Damn !! you can make a girlfirend !! And Then you're getting IT in DCE, something that most of the crowd still fancy. IT, an extremely wonderful field, with best placements going on and most light course structure, how can anybody just leave it ? But hey, you are doing it!! And for what ?? An Msc. course in IIT Roorkee !! hey, that's not even an engineering degree and that's not even an IIT !! And buddy, it's Mathematics, for 5 years !! Yuck yuck yuck !! And lol...it's a first time course, you even don't know the course structure yet. Hell !! they haven't even designed it. And placements ?? You sure it's not for research...well it seems like that,...and those two year JAM guys don't seem to be making a lot of money either. And Mathematics department sucks there...maybe only after E&C. Friend !! Let's talk shop now !! Let's face it...FORGET IIT !!!'

Forgive my mind for being too hyper ( too many exclamation marks !!) but that was exactly the state of my mind at that time. And as you must have realized, any man with tiniest sense of logic would have happily opted for IT in DCE. But I didn't. I took the road less traveled, very less traveled. And to some measurement, I can posit it as the road totally untraveled. But why ? It wasn't out of adventure. Whatever logic you can conclude from babbles of my mind, it all fails on it's last two words: " Forget IIT !!!". That is something I can't do !! For two years I have rotted my ass on piles of books to get into IIT. I never thought what course I'll be getting there, but the driving force had been IIT and the life I will get there. It was IIT, my real aim, and not the further consequences and situations that will boil along with it. But my decision was not just based on emotional factors, it stood on pillars of hope and optimism, on a very new and thinking.

This was the time when got around a book called 'The World is Flat'. I have to admit that this book had been the most influential read in my life. I got to know so much going on in the world, and how new things are happening...actually how the world is going flat. What this book did was, it just confirmed some of my fears, like the non-linear relationship between education and industry. Today, a person is valued not because he maybe a king of one and may or may not be jack of some, but because he is a king of at least a few and a jack of some. Gone are the days when a mechanical engineer is required to build and design new cars and machinery and just take care of the technical know-how of his profession. Now he is expected to do a lot more than that. He is expected to organize resources much more efficiently, effectively lead people working under him, participate in the growth of organization, understand and optimize his role in global supply chain and have better understanding of economic forces that are today shaping a new world.

A MBA degree can help a lot, but it just don't end there. Today economic and scientific progress is governed by so complex processes, that everything is intermingled with each other. If you think that biology has no roles to play in aerospace technology or material sciences has no role to play with the browser you are using or any other connection like this, I'm sorry to inform you, but you have just been too ignorant till now !! You see, until there isn't a major breakthrough in material sciences, you can't expect new electronics to shape up, and until that happens, you can't expect any major hardware revolution which in turn can foster a software revolution which brings about You-tubes, Googles and your browsers. We have reached at such an height that all scientific and economics and even social processes have been so much entangled, that it needs a pro in lots of fields to take us up a notch higher. The machines build today for advanced medication requires just not the expertise in field of electronics, but also in biology. It's just an example and world today is full of it. That's why you see a lot of switch-overs these days. Most of the engineers end up in field of finance, because today companies require people who can better understand the planes or computers they are making, and hence apply suitable economics for better progress. And because the demand is way too more than supplies, placements are pretty hot.

Being in Applied Mathematics, I believe certain things can go in our favor. There are a lot of fields we can disperse in like Software, Finance, Economics, technical fields like aerospace or higher physics or mathematics. The choice is broad and the course seems promising over these aspects. The course offered to us has quite a lot in common with the successful Maths courses already in service at kharagpur and kanpur. I just hope it all turns out well for us. Of course, the success of the course will depend a lot on our batch and the guys here are simply talented. We can yield something nice, only if we are ready to get a bit more serious with acads. So I guess, It's time to rot some real ass over the texts.

Let's see how things work out !!!

As we grow here and what we'll become...

2008-03-16T00:08:00.010+05:30

The day I cooked up Bakartheory, I promised my substance that I'll blossom a post at least twice a week on it's tender stems. Time has passed and my substance questions me. For past two months, my blog had been marooned unscathed and there had been no more than 3 posts added to it, counting very generously, the fortnight before that. You know, I'll fool my self if I say I couldn't find time, but I'll still say that because I've become such a bustard sluggard, such bustard sluggard that can never find even a hint of spare time in the routine he lives. Living the IIT culture is like living very lavishly. Sometimes I feel bad, we live a life an average Indian can't even think of living but bills in enough taxes to make sure that crap like us get off well from this place to serve the nation. This issues touches onto something different and I'll write about this somewhere else in spacetime. Right now, I'll just like to focus on the IIT culture and how is it molding us, so much so that I can't even face my substance as after a long time, I breath yet again in blogosphere.

I can't put the entire blame on the life I'm living in my hostel, but stewing it with my personality and aspirations, to a large extent I can. First time I landed here, I never knew we were expected to have so much fun. I expected to do a lot of ghissing. That notion soon changed. I realized, that the best way a person can survive, or better say live life king size in IIT was, to allocate minimal time to academics and devote rest of the share to a world lot of activities, which will nurture his personality to the fullest. But yes, there was a minimum time to be dedicated to studies. Until you are in possession of a celebrated brain or you are a knucklehead, that minimum time in IIT means, attending enough lectures to save an attendance back, submitting all tutes and pracs on time ( or at least, not so late to land you in trouble), and learn enough stuff (and that won't take more than a day or two) so as to atleast sense what the question paper is about. Rest the system can take on it. You can gracefully expect something decent out of your results if you have managed that minimum quanta of time. As we say here, it takes a lot of effort to fail in IIT. But what if someone actually puts in all that effort and starts doing the things by too daring means.

I'm part of a group called Watch-Out, a group that brings about a student news magazine twice every semester. Being in the group, I have talked to a lot of seniors over various issues as we keep conducting surveys and interviews among students every time we bring out a mag. While talking to them you get to learn a lot about this place and some other things too. This can provides you with a lot of insight. But you see, It's not difficult to sense a level of frustration that has taken toll over them. I have seen this with lot of seniors, this thinking of theirs to get out of this place as soon as possible. They've had their share of fun here, but not everyone seems very cheerful with the life they live now. Of course, they radiate nth degrees of coolness which can't let anyone go uninspired. But they do admit themselves, that they've been disappointed in some way or the other. I'm not saying everyone is frustrated, but many are and amount of that vary over a large range. I had been chewing over this aspect for a long time and had been wondering how can this so colorful life let down anyone. Yes, I'm new and the life we have just subscribed to, seems very glamorous. But with time, everything change. I pondered over it long enough to realize that one day, we too may grow bored out of the life we live. And I see, entropy already increasing in the direction I think.

Last month had been a rugged road on the venture of time. Chaos finally taking charge of me as my life sinked in the ocean of turmoil. It was never earlier than 4 in the morning that I banished to the bed. And whenever that happened, you'll find myself with my peers in most inadequate postures. Naturally, I never piled out on time to attend the lectures. I must have missed over half of them. I got a few proxies, and rest were all marked absent. The other classes that I attended, I was found absconding seeking salvation in the shades of Alpahar and Khosla. My TS marks are nothing my parents could boast of and my academic life is on it's way of decimation. Leave the academic life apart, I never cared about it much. But a little problem with a nut and a screw can bring an entire bridge down. My oblivious self on the part of academics has affected every other work that I've doing. Once I know I can ignore academics, I know I can ignore any other stuff as well. I'm not playing squash anymore, neither I'm doing anything for Cogni, and nothing great for the cells I'm committed to. When I came here, education was never high on my list, but I intended to do a lot other activities. And when I see myself horsing around my own pursuits, It's all natural but to fret. And thats here that I can conclude.

We all expect things in life, and when we don't get them (including women, of course), we sulk and we erupt within. I have seen people here, who have been left disappointed in lot of ways. Academics has disappointed almost everyone here. There is a limit, at least in theory, to which anyone can engage in inventing and harnessing crap (Bakchodi). After that, everyone can feel the dormancy creeping into the talents they have. Some people come here with lots of expectations of the academic environment they will get, like my roomie. He is kind of really interested in Higher Physics and he's rare and lucky to get the branch of his choice. But the reality concealing this place is far away from anyone's anticipation. I'm happy to see him resorting to other interests, but many people who are dedicated downright to studies, are disappointed the most. First year can serve you well, with a new air and everything exciting and colorful, but as you grow here and find your best not being exploited, it's your gusto that channelize into dismay later.

What I want to settle with in this post is, that life in IIT is not the way people think it is, and I have realized it now. Personally, it may never disappoint me because academics was never in my 'I want to do good in this thing' list. IITs have lot to offer for those who seek for other activities. But from the point of view of academics, it hardly serves it's purpose. It's not a place for academic excellence. Maybe for excellence in field of entrepreneurship and management, but not for academic excellence. Academics is deprived of genuine interest. The frivolity is so much, that in most of the lectures everybody, every student sleep. It's an unchallenged tradition. Even I sleep along with everyone else, when I'm not supposed to sleep. But I still sleep, and in moments when I wake to change in positions, sometimes I think that we are being taught by the best in the country, some of the most prized men. And then we are sleeping not paying a damn to what the profs are muttering. Are we fooling ourselves or the system, or sometimes I think, maybe even this country. And then discerning the depth of thought I had penetrated into, I raise the eyebrows up, smiling over myself for the thoughts I just had, I decide better to submit again to slumber god. If that's the way things are supposed to happen, I'm no maverick to foster a new cognizance.

And yaa, our tech-fest is on it's way !! At least I can promise my substance to add a post to the count when those three glorious days come.

Coffee in the mountains...

2008-01-15T23:48:00.000+05:30

This is the story of coffee in the mountains. It starts not so far away and not so long ago. In the shivering cold of the concluding year, the NCC camp left most of them hankering for adventure, and it was in those days that they decided for the expedition. They were six friends : Tanay, RV, Gigs, Jayant, Babe and Dang. They were back from their places after spending a much awaited break-out from the insti life and now the starvation for adventure was getting furious. Confused they were till the hindmost moment, but in the end, they all agreed to set out their foot for the mountains in the first light of the weekends. So that's how they started the new year. Early in the weekend morning, after a sip of tea, they sat down in a buggy that was supposed to escort them to Dehradun, a very prominent city in the Himalayan foothills. And it was there that the story of coffee begins.

But before going any further, you'll need to know this,...something about these fellows. Starting with RV, he is an awesome and cool isolated system who hates to share anything with anybody ( except for the possible exception of his would to be GF...as he confesses). His obsession for his N-93 is quiet very apparent, but what's not is, is his secret impulsion to search for a wi-fi in whatever building he enters. Tanay, is a very expressive person. Loads of stories and for all occasions are always ready with him, which are supplied by a very special newspaper delivered only to his house. He also enacts the stories, in an action replay sort of manner. Gigs and babe keep on fighting, most of the useful time, always contradicting each other when babe tries to prove Haddus are universally assholes. Babe would keep running from one end of the mussorie to other, finding the right angle to snap up the same mountains thousand times. He'll take all the slangs thrown at him by the group for this reason, with a teethful smile. On these occasions, Gigs would be having shopping nightmares or be very worried or would be searching a Vodka shop. And Dang, inspite of being in Musoorie, would keep talking about the heavens in Dalhousie and the beauty thats shrouding it. He'll sometimes find himself in very awkward positions in photos. He'll remain very suspicious if his friends are planning out for a meal in a South Indian Cafe. And in all this mesh of traits, jayant will try for a dose of Welcome (the pathetic movie) again. He'll never spare any oppurtunity for pulling a (or two) leg, and he is a pro at this. But there's another issue. He'll believe it's night if he's asked to belive it in noon. He believes in pretty much all the things that are told to him, so much so, even AJs. ( AJ AJ marke **** to hila ).

And now since you have an idea of the people you'll read about in this post, they begin their journey. After making it to Dehradun, all engaged themselves in useless bit of shopping , like Gigs bought a pair of Addidas shoes (ironically, original) which would be vomited on during the quite eventful retreat. After the shopping, they all hanged-out in Barrista. This was the time, the old memories drenched the gang. Those good old times, a cup of coffee with the friends, hot coffee, sometimes cold, and all that leisure and all that talks that went along with it. Wonderful times, once again were wandering right in present. After those blessed moments, they headed for the mountains.

It took them sometime to find a lodging, but eventually they settled for one among the decent lot. Ensuing the contentedness of finding an abode and after capturing some glorious posses on the micro-film, they again launched themselves on the roads of Mussorie. This time round, they ended up in a games parlour. They played games worth about 300 bucks, and telling you, that a lot of money for ten minutes of rapture. All the childhood swaying away in front of their eyes. Anyways, highly content, they took a dinner in Dominos, a very average meal, as Dang described. He frequently argued with babe and Gigs, convincing the superiority of Pizza hut over Dominos. The poor ambiance and service, which all agreed on, forced them to leave early and fall back once again in barista, for a hot fudge treat. And there, they enjoyed, sang songs, talked all the crap their minds could formulate, tried some strings on guitar and Played the truth-only version of truth and dare. Nice time, to sum it up. Coffee shops, were becoming their favorite hangouts. But the cold outside and the night overhead, was something they enjoyed too. A stroll back the hotel, lavished upon them the shining gold in the twilight. Yes, Dehradun with all it's street lights on, sparkled like shimmering gold, as they viewed the city from scenic spots of Mussorie. Babe, who was transfixed by the view, made a lot of desperate attempts to take the beauty down in his camera. He was spellbounded by the views, resolved to gape every moment at the gold spread. He was determined, but after quite some insistence from the gang, he toggled his plans for a night-out in artic balcony. They all made themselves cozy in the warm quilts to start-up with the Bakar, which lasted more than 2 hours, and I'm excluding Ice Age 2, the movie they all saw together for an hour or so. Like all the bakar sessions, this one started too with random insanity, but ended with all intellectual discussions. They talked about live-in relationships, university culture in IIT R, the future of the country, entrepreneurship. Whatever, they talked, they all enjoyed every moment of it.
This part of the trip, Dang gave it 10 out of 10.

The next day started with the ropeway junket, which led to the higher extension of the hill-station, where they saw mountains covered with snow. Dang convinced the gang, they'll find loads such in Dalhousie. They retired from the place on a 20 minutes walking journey, full of scenic beauty, and the descent allowed loads of oppurtunities for photography. Babe ran all the height up and then down to reclaim his forgotten bag. All settled, the group decided for some shopping, a decent meal ( Not south Indian, as Dang sighed ) and another Hang-out in CCD. Another cup of coffee, and an hour of relieved Bakar that they all engaged in. Soon, they packed up for the departure, bidding the final good-bye to the mountains they had such a nice time in. The retreat, though, was the bad part of the journey. There was Loads of vomiting and a Big Gigs crying, and Dang was not feeling perfectly healthy. Jayant was on the verge vomiting too ( Don't think of CHOCOLOATES !! ), but somehow the journey ended finally. The rest of whatever followed was quite uneventful.

One of the most talked about stories in the journey was an IIT in mountains. IIT Mussorie, for example, sounded a hell beautiful, and IIT Dehradun would be so cool, giving all that city-like feel. But the group wondered, if any other IIT, even a one in mountains, could be as good and as cool as IIT Roorkee. After all, this was the place where they all met, and where the gang was formed. This was the place where they all belonged and where they all were walking finaly, inspired, somewhat tired and a world lot excited, as their delightful trek drifted to finality.

If you like reading this post, you'll also like to read NCC Camp( fire)

If everything could happen the COGNI way...

2008-01-09T18:42:00.000+05:30

Cognizance is approaching fast now, and it dazzles me to know it is the second largest tech-fest in the country, and it does so even more with it's young age of four. Talking in context of other IITs, IIT Roorkee has a bad habit of losing out on everything which amounts to University rankings, especially the PR ( what people think about your place). When you compare yourselves with any other institute in India, except "our brothers" (with the possible exception of IIT Guwahati) or when you don't compare yourselves with anyone, you feel this IIT is better next to heaven. We've got one of the most beautiful campus in the country and hostels that other IITs envy. And we have such good sporting facilities, great food and brilliant internet accessibility. We've all the luxuries at our disposal. But the point is, there is more to the college life, and especially a one in an IIT, than that.

The Problem with IIT Roorkee is that it has still not moulded in the shape of an IIT. In 2001, University of Roorkee was converted to IIT Roorkee. That's the problem. And you see that word - University, that's the biggest problem of them all. That's the reason why we have such a bad habit of losing out to other IITs, as referred above. The University culture is still prevalent here. IITs are places which breed intellectuals, gives them lot of room for creativity and thinking and enough resources to materialize them. That's something like a trademark of these places. But not our's. We still live in those old days where University Politics and dominance was the way to get things done. You are not supposed to be creative in a University (defined in Indian education system) and you have no scope to look-out in any field that is not a part of your curriculum, which is lol...devised by the gods of University Politics. Passiveness, is the word that can best describe the administration here. They want to improve, but not at the pace other IITs are going, or how a "world class institute" should uplift itself. It's not that the progress in not visible or you get a feel of typical government administration here, but certainly you don't see the level of progressive ideas other IITs make. There are cells and societies here, and lot of them, which keep experimenting different things now and then, but they are never given sufficient resources or mentorship support or even encouragement to do something ground-breaking. The administration is reluctant to implement new ideas that dilutes their authority ( as what they feel because the idea is not Their's). Just for example, this institute won't go off the way to arrange even a few grands to support a project if it's out of pre-determined budget ( This actually happened with a guy in Electronic section of Hobbies club). I'm quite accustomed of exaggerating stuff, but it's all truth, even if with somewhat less immensity.

And That's why I'm so amazed. To make a very young tech-fest in a fiercely competitive environment the second largest in the country, requires a vision of great leadership and ideas, that are adored and cherished by the new generation, the ideas and efforts that belong to them. I don't think I have any further permit to comment more on this issue. I'm just in first year and say what I've learned by my observations and by interactions with some seniors whom's opinion really count. Anyways, I'm happy to see Cognizance reaching such heights so early and applause to those who have made this possible, and yes, administration needs special mention here. Hope to have a great fest this time again. But just imagine, if everything here in Roorkee could happen the GOGNI way...

So I'll leave this one here. And I'll leave you with this photo: The leaning tower of Pisa (of Roorkee). I found out this while on my way to breakfast in Khosla, which I believe, deserves an entire post to do justice to the pleasure it provides :

This is still in front of Electrical department. It's been more than a week and it seems the " administration" has taken no note of it. Lol... Go out and check it before it's gone.

Silent Wings Are Loud Again...

2008-01-03T12:30:00.000+05:30

So, once again we are back to the life of anarchy after spending a much awaited break-out from it, to meet our people, in our ancient lands. Anyways, since now we are back, the SILENT WINGS ARE LOUD AGAIN, just as I promised ensuing the NCC camp(fire). We are back now, and we are so happy. It seems all those days of yore would soon be soaring their way to the posterity, and the signs are showing up. We got good new teachers ( Now this is important: When we say good teachers, we don't want to say they teach well and all and what not, what we actually say is how lenient they are and how careless and undemanding they can get while taking attendance ) and we got good classrooms too. Even the hefty fine of 500 bucks, imposed on many of us kind-souls as a lousy hoax devised by our alma mater to annex profits, don't quite seem a big deal. The optimism is in the air and the sun is shining over head. Although it kicks the god out of our ass to get up in the morning leaving out of cozy quilts in the killing cold, but the thought of the day ahead, and all the fun we are going to have with our lot, makes the painful mornings all that manageable.

The best part is, this time we have an easy course structure. The last time it was more difficult and it was our first experience. For the nonce, we have gained a lot of knowledge regarding time management and we have, hopefully, much less to handle. And with minimal academic pressure, we are all free to watch movies, enjoying bakar and trying hands at sports. Like me, Yesterday I played Squash, breaking a long tradition of physical inactivity. Those who are not playing are hooked to their lappies downloading whatever crap available anywhere, and few of them have joined Guitar and Drum classes. The rumors are, love is in the air too. Now the identity of the 'love-birds' is highly confidential, but most of us are wise enough to understand who they are. Well, it's all so good going on...and life is so happy now. Maybe I'm getting too over-optimistic, and many of you can rightly argue, but the internet is working so good now, it's a pleasure surfing and a pleasure blogging.

And Hey !! This is our Photograph...Some of us from the I batch. locate yourselves into it...if you are into it.

Anyways, the year has started, and so has the new semester and so has a new phase in our lives. The start is good, and we can just hope everything goes fine. After all, we deserve some luxury after spending gruelling months stuck up in the first semester !! Lol...

Let's Hope for the Best....

LET THE PARTY BEGIN.........

Adieu '07

2007-12-31T00:07:00.000+05:30

Time to bid farewell to, what I endorse, the most eventful year of my life. And what an year it had been. Although, all the action started after the interval, it was sufficient enough to over-compensate the lull in the beginning. The melancholy from the previous year continued it's grip over me as the year began. The JEE frenzy was on it's peak with me spending sleepless nights mustering all the bits and pieces I could make out of past year and a half. And the labor did pay off, in the form of a big JEE rank. I am quite enough a theist to accept all results like a well mannered boy. After some tough decisions and flustering spend of days, I ended up in one of the best technical Institutes of the world, in a non-technical course. For this place, IITR as we call it, it was just matter of days to wipe out any skepticism about my judgment of the situation I was renounced in. And from here, the adventure begins.

For the first time in my life, I lived a hostel life, in the hog heaven, in the lap of luxuries. Everyday was a new venture, a happy junket, where I made all those friends and learned so much, in all the quarters you can sum up in the mind. I was in an environment shrouded with cultures from all over the country and it's folks taking in charge of the new life they had just grabbed. These guy were brilliant, in every field. If there could be anything like talent-burst (due to over-loading), it would have happened right around me. And with them, I laughed, played, learned, danced...yeah ! I started dancing too...I'm still pathetic at it, but I'm improving...everyday...coz we dance almost everyday. We spent together nights out in canteen eating paranthas and soup maggies and petties Bhujiya. We spent together nights out mugging up the stuff and taking and giving lectures a week before the exams. And there was Thomso, and all those Birthday bashes, and finally one hell of an NCC camp to sum up everything in the best possible way ( Click here to know more about that NCC Camp). In these 5 months, I lived a very eventful life, full of ups ( mostly) and rarely downs.

This year was also a good one for India. The economy boomed and many significant political events unfolded. And this had been a good year for the world peace too. Not much of war, and quite an increase in poverty reduction measures by developed nations and a built-up of that sort of mentality. We have seen many issues being resolved and a growing sense of humanism all around. I just hope 2008 carries all the good momentum with it and prove to be a prodigious year, and better than the marvelous 2007.

All right buddies, I'll take off now...only to meet you in the next year. And I'll leave you with this video...from one of my favorite band's new album...just to keep the momentum going.

Linkin Park
Alb : Minutes to midnight
Song : What I've done

Check-Out the lyrics of the song.

The Battles from the SOUTH... ( Part 1)

2007-12-26T07:19:00.000+05:30

After some intense data mining in you-tube for, what...3 hours, I found these amazing videos all ready to showcase the Indian Film Industry to the world. Although you can never be short of action flicks produced here, especially in South, there are few that really stands out. Here are a few of those ....

And this was one of the most hilarious...ha ha ha....And don't forget to see what happens when the Hero defeats the villain in this " clash of Titans"

I will be back with more of the south...till then, keep laughing.

INTO THIN AIR

2007-12-22T01:02:00.000+05:30

''Nothing has ever moved me more than this book did. I had nightmares after reading the book. This would be my best read ever. ''

I had been plagued by heat in the Cwm every time I'd traveled through it, and this trip was no exception. Climbing with Andy Harris at the front of the group, I continually stuffed snow under my hat and moved as fast as my legs and lungs would propel me, hoping to reach the shade of the tents before succumbing to the solar radiation. As the morning dragged on and the sun beat down, my head began to pound. My tongue swelled so much that it was difficult to breathe through my mouth, and I noticed that it was becoming harder and harder to think clearly.

Until a week ago, I had not even heard of this 'New York Times Bestseller', 'Times Book of the Year (1997)' and what not. I'm not a reading addict, but growing up in a culture advocating books and all, I have inherited some good habits too. Although, I don't have an entire database of publications at my fingertips, I'm atleast quite familiar with some nice titles out there on stands since recent few years. This book was an exception, however. What actually propelled me to buy this book was the apparent contradiction of my belief that Non fiction texts cannot appeal to patrons expecting adrenaline outbursts. For me, non-fiction was always about emotional encounters, revival stories, biographies, events and era documentation and in recent times, host of self-improvement and assessment guides. Putting it simply, for me it was nothing but boring and serious compilations targeting intellectuals in particular. So I kept a distance from these works and happily confined myself within fiction enclosures. Consequently, an adventurous bestseller based upon non-fiction content, came as a surprise to me. Eventually, it was the realization of the non-fictitious character of the book at every moment of the read, that made the story so enthralling.

Jon Krakauer, a full time writer and author of many non-fiction adventure bestsellers, was approached by the editors of the Outside magazine to climb up the Everest accompanying a commercial expedition. In mid ' 90s, it was realized among many that it was high time to throw some light on commercialization of Everest story. So Krakauer, set off to conquer the peak of the world in a trek led by Rob Hall, an elite in the mountaineering world. On May 10 1996, he reached the summit of Mount Everest alongwith a number of clients from different expeditions in a painstaking and enduring journey. At this point, a bank of clouds was taking shape on not so far horizon, an indication of the storm that was about to follow. In next few hours, this storm engulfed within it, lives of as many as 12 people, making 1996 as the deadliest year in history of mountain climbing.

Jon Krakauer, takes you step by step to the summit of the world in disclosure of his horrifying and chilling annals. He recounts all the pains he and the members of his team went through and the efforts of the Sherpa community in escorting these inexperienced climbers to the top. It's not just the rampancy up there at the altitudes, but the emotional drama that unfolds as a fallout which demands a skilled writer to jot down the turmoils as authentically as they happen. And they got Jon Krakauer, the right man in wrong place.This book is so well written that you can feel the horrors of breathlessness at 28000 feet, cold that lingers 150 degrees below zero and the quest for survival in the most harsh conditions nature has set-up. He narrates the story in most compelling and honest way. His survival guilt becomes evident at many instants. He passes over his own hardships and applauds the heroism of those who risked their lives to save the stranded members of the climbing parties. Ending the book openly, he leaves the readers to ponder over many questions, still left unanswered.

This is one of my best books ever. This book had a similar effect on me as Titanic had on my tender mind years ago. Well, I won't say more. If you are looking for some heart-pounding and thrilling read, stop your search here. I highly recommend this book.

NCC Camp( FIRE )

2007-12-19T20:48:00.001+05:30

Ten days of toilsome punishments, for the crime of being unaware of the fact that NCC can't be compulsorily imposed with the course being offered to us. We have had enough of excruciating parades all through our first semester to endure the horrifying camp quietly. What killed us was a ten day delay to meet our family and friends. Our seniors had confirmed, we won't be in a position to spend the post-camp day in elation. Who can, after waking up at 6 in the morning... jogging his way all through the campus to finally report in the PT grounds. His plight would be nurtured by a 6 hour long parade session, exclusive of 1 hour period, twice a day, totally dedicated to attendance. And if this was not enough, there was food to be cooked and plates to be cleaned and every piece of work to be done by cadets ( Yes !! we were the cadets !!) . And during this entire phase of 'Stalinism', no one was allowed out of the hostel premises. But hey !! there's positive to it too. In case any of the cadet die ( a very realistic situation, we guessed), the family of the Martyr would be compensated with a lump sum of 2 lacks.

This was the stuff recited to us, by none other than our divine seniors. We had blind faith in them, whatever they said, was gold. But this time, they couldn't had been more wrong. It wasn't the case that their observations were not upto the standards set by themselves. This was the reality of most of the NCC camps. It seemed horrible to us, mainly because of the IIT culture we had adapted to. When you are in IIT, 90% of the time you are supposed to be lazy and engaged in Bakar sessions. This is quite contrary to the general public belief, but it's true. Go ask any IITian and he'll reassert what I claim and what had been done thousands of times by our seniors. Coming back, their wisdom about NCC camps was not even close to what reality was about to be this time. Because this time at NCC camp, we had a hell lot of fun. So much, that we wish it had stretched a little longer.

The first semesters ended on a low note, the reason being it ended with exams. We were horrified with our future prospects. Day 0, the introductory session was the testimony of our fears. An entire regiment of officers explained how badly they'll screw us for next ten days. All hopes were gone. It seemed a life sans happiness, love, mercy...and humanity. And in these circumstances we discovered our obsession for freedom. We had decided we were not going to be restricted. We were not doing stupid parades for hours and hours ! We were not going to torture our legs standing in useless formations !! We were not going to wash our plates with our own hands !!! We were turning into mavericks.

That entire night we spent discussing plans to escape, our strategies, revealing secret way-outs to nearby hostels, which one of my friend had explored. Most of the lot just gave lukewarm reactions while discussing these plans, deciding against all kind of possible rebellion. But me, and a bunch of my friends, had already decided.

Came Day 1. In the morning I was relieved with simple task of going to the vegetable market to assist in purchase of vegetables and fruits. Though it demanded labor, it was still easy as compared to the grueling work-out my friends underwent. In the next Assembly though, we had to execute the plan of our break-out. We stood in three companies, forming a rectangle short of a side, where each side was formed by the cadets standing in files of 3. We surreptitiously moved, on knees, behind the last files and made our way to entrance gates, hiding from the guards ( cadets !! ) and other officers. After that first escape, we were all too excited and a bit fearful. We started a movie and watched it that afternoon. Still suspicious, we kept a close watch on the progress of the parade. But that was our first victory. We had to celebrate that in the canteen, which was still open and would cater to our services next few days (thank god the owner realized the potential of income in such a camp. Fortunately, no resistance came from any authority). The following evening we escaped yet again. We were feeling excited. We were feeling we could do anything in the world. We were feeling, maybe for the first time in true sense, like IITians.

And so came day 2, day 3 and so forth. We were met by our fellow cadets from a local Polytechnique ( KLP). These blokes were taking NCC much lightly than us, although they attended all their parades quite regularly. As far as our small group was concerned, we were found absconding at all points and and all times from all the duties, except at the time of summoning up in the evening for attendance. The rest of the day we just slept, watched movies, slept again, enjoyed Bakar sessions, played old childhood games, slept some more, ate at restaurants, played computer games and did I mention... sleeping ??

Lots of orkuting..and lots of computer games. Me and a friend of mine popularized 'Medal of Honor' in the wing. For a span of time, everybody was playing it. And those who weren't, were watching movies, because movies are the favorite pastime of Indians. We are mad about them. In south, the mania is even more. And so we have, The Haddu Communities watching Haddu movies together. Sometimes they watch Hollywood flicks, and I have personally seen a Haddu ( Hyderabadis, aka Haddus as they are called in campus) closing his eyes and enchanting name of god, at the sight of a women in cut-sleeves.

Anyways, the movie mania continued it's grip over the tenants of RJB, courtesy the hundreds of movies available on sharing. There were, at any instant, over a dozen house-full (room-full) shows running in RJB. And now, many like us, had realized, the pleasures of redemption. Dozens bunked the parades, went out to Civil Lines and perished in the hours of their duties. Nobody was serious, even the officers. Such had become the frivolity of the camp.

The officers, though, spotted the growing indiscipline among the cadets and took some tepid actions, the actions all conked out pretty soon. However, a few of the cadets were caught, like me and my friends, sleeping late after the PT was over, in room locked from outside (Don't ask how they got in). Our names were noted and we were threatened to face serious action. Nothing happened. The other day, I was almost caught running. Small things like these happened with most of us, but no serious action was taken against any culprit.

Day 4 and Day 5 were special. We were taken, in companies - two at a time, to shooting range. We fired first, from the light .2 mm, and then from the SLR . Man !! The blast was staggering. It changed my entire notion about guns. They are not toys. Certainly not. You just don't need the right technique to aim the target ( which I considered as the only major requirement to fire with a gun ). You need a lot of strength in your shoulders to carry the gun and withstand the recoil. Anyways, firing SLR was fun. It was the only NCC devoir, we all accepted without defiance, mainly because of the dangers involved in display of delinquency. After the retreat from the range, we were back to our normal life of insolence.

This way, most of our camp went away quite easily. When at times, we felt bored in hostel, we could sneak out of the boundaries guarded by our friends in uniform. For those who were not much comfortable with our liberation, we always had our NSO coach calling us, thanks to the NSO guys staying back. This way, we were also able to go and check our marks being displayed in various departments. By the end of the camp, most of us had estimated our rough c.gs. It wasn't a big issue in the end, inspite of the consideration it demanded. All what mattered was we were all going to be departed soon. We had a brilliant time together in these days. All the time we spent in watching movies or the bakchodi we had together. It was so much fun. And those stealth flights, though they became useless and unnecessary in the end, were all so exciting. We all wanted the reunion with our families, which for some of us was for the first time. But we all wished we had a bit more of these NCC days.

The last day, we saw the caravans moving from the hostel, tents being packed and NCC flags being pulled down. We all fancied this moment since the start of the camp. But then, there was a lull. It seemed we were going to miss something. Many of our friends departed the same day, and many more departed that night. All hostel lights were off, save for a few from where low, and unexpectedly, yet understandably unenthusiastic voices could be heard. The next morning, we all were set to bid the final goodbye to our residence. But we knew, we were going to return, and return pretty soon, and the silent wings would become loud again.

The Secret Ancient Treasure

2007-12-18T14:12:00.000+05:30

I confess here, that I always aspired to be a 'gaming freak'. I could never be one, though. But secretly, I still pursue that dream, inspite of knowing that I don't have within me, what all devotion it require. Change is my Middle name (Amit Change Kumar....hmmm). I cannot cling to any one thing for too long. My passions just keep on changing. Until last year, I was dead sure I had to serve mankind by gifting myself to Science (more appropriately to MIT). A year before that, I had full plans to form my own party and root out corruption from the country by invading into the battlefields of politics. But with the Genesis of Youth For Equality (YFE) and release of Rang De Basanti, I was assured that Youth of the country was now coming of age and will take good care of nation even in absence of my leadership. So I switched my interests to Physics, which I believed, was Depleting in values and logic and was in urgent need of bright scholars like me. Anyways, that time has passed and I have realized lately it's at a stage where only maniacs can serve to broadcast it's irresolute outcomes. As of Present, I have left myself free to choose my passions when time requires. It's a good feeling to feel free. I operate as per as my heart commands. So now in these Christmas Vacations ( or semester vacations...when would I grow up ?? ), I have revived my passion for Gaming !!

So now I'm going to present to you the secret treasures of gaming world. These game were not much popular in India, but they received significant admiration in more developed gaming societies. They received good acclaim from Indian critics too, but most of them went largely unnoticed by majority of Indian Gamers for whom the gaming world could not expand beyond the realms of Brian Lara Cricket, Age of Empires, Counter-Strike and a couple of similar titles including Road-Rash, which is still quite popular. So here I present to you some of these games...which apparently continue to be my all time favorites.

1. Serious Sam

This is a monster game. It created a big-fuzz when it was first out in 1999. It changed the entire outlook of FPS (First Person Shooters) forever. Never ever before, FPS players had encountered such big bosses. Not only that, the entire game is a Deathmatch in itself. It's like, nearly infinite ammo and infinite enemies. You will tire shooting but the enemies just won't stop. Talking about the enemies...they are in plenty, both in numbers and in variety. In no other game, you can expect such a massive body count. A few of the enemies are particularly scary. Consider for example,headless kamikaze..these headless creatures carry their screaming heads in their hands and will run at full speed into you to finally blast-off and causing serious damage to your (extremely vulnerable) health. Then there are werebulls whose mere contact can send you flying miles in the air ( and I mean it !! ) They'll charge you dozens at a time. There are countless such enemies too keep you busy till the bosses show up. I can assure you, you just CANNOT not face any bigger bosses in any FPS ever developed. Their mere sight will kick the soul out of your ass.

Oh yaa...I know I forgot to mention the plot. The strong story line is another positive to the game, besides a great gameplay and splendid graphics and sound experience. It's like this :
Aliens attack, all hope is lost, you fight good. You get sent back in time to stop the Aliens in ancient Egypt. So it has all the elements for a perfect and engrossing adventure - ancient worlds, aliens, dark magic, secret doorways, spine-tingling range of weapons, bosses and what not..??

This is an ultimate FPS experience..and as you must have guessed by now...I just can't explain in words what all it can do to your life. Go play it..and have one hell of an experience.

click here to download the demo of the game

2. Tropico

Tropico, in my thesis, is one the most developed games ever forged by gamesmiths. It's not, in any sense, like any other strategy game ever devised. One thing that make it different from other games is the politics that finds itself in the center of all the action. For the first time, developers had seriously focussed their attention to homogenize jugglery into the games. Besides a monumental display of prodigious Artificial Intelligence, the game has enough heart, soul, humor, and humanity to make it unique.

So it goes like this, you are a newly installed boss in the Banana Republic in Caribbean - 'Tropico'. Your people are empowered with the right to vote and hopefully, the right to enjoy a good standard of living. You can start as a leader by choosing your attributes from a wide expanse of qualities and flaws available. For example, if you have a financial background, that would reflect in your industrial outputs. If you were a radical scholar, the communists and intellectuals would be pre-disposed to support you or if you were lodged in by, say CIA, you'll gloat over the patronage of Uncle Sam. Anyways, you start with a handful of building and couple of dozen of your citizens. You start by erecting buildings which are then constructed by laborers. Remember, that you don't have a direct control over your people. They would do their work by own, more or less, on time but besides farming, transportation, building and doing host of other professional activities, they also need to take rest, go shopping, seek entertainment, medical care, rejuvenate themselves with religion and sometimes just strolls around the island. All your people belong to one or more factions : military, religion, communists, capitalists, intellectuals and even environmentalists with varying degree of commitment. Now its upto you to keep them content...capitalists and communists..intellectual and religious..all of them together. And if the internal politics wasn't sufficient, consider this : you try to flourish in an era of cold-war !! You need to keep cordial relations with both US and USSR to garner good deposits without which your entire empire can go flat within moments ( you can actually see the rebels roaming when this happen). And did I tell you, You need to conduct elections every then and now and possibly in a fair way because US, UN and intellectuals would be keeping a close watch to ensure transparency and honesty. ...So you need to keep your people happy...build a large economy...and if possible, shape up a small fortune for yourself in Swiss bank by being a just little bit naughty (read corrupt) !!

I can assure you one thing...you'll enjoy every minute of Tropico, especially if you are a strategy or city-builder game fan. This game involves intense thinking and strategy-building , but will still not overload your mind. The music is amazing and the latin soundtracks set up the mood. You can hear them millions of time without ever growing bored. The graphics are awesome and the interface immensely simple. All the game can be played with your left mouse button. The only improvement i can think in the game is a better ending with a more spectacular end to our decades long regime. Anyway, this is a fantastic game sure to be a hallmark in the era of strategy games. So rub suntan all over your body...and get ready to be the KING of somewhere HOT !!!

click here to download the demo of this game

3. Commandos

Now this is a strategy game. It's all about strategy..and nothing about anything else. The series has, till present, came up with 3 titles, each being a major improvement upon it's predecessor. The buildup of the game is centered around realistic missions in World War II. The First title includes about 20 missions, each different and dynamic with burgeoning difficulty. The 2-D maps are all beautiful and realistic, highly detailed, shrouded with enemy barracks, tanks, electric fences, armor and artillery and German soldiers at guard with absolute resoluteness.

Every time, in order to complete a mission, you are provided the control over a group of commandos, from the pack of total 6 that you have. These commandos are all unique in their appearance and character. Like the Green Beret, is all that powerful and strong, marine can swim underwater and row boats and the spy can be much useful if you can arrange a German uniform for him.

Commandos is a stupendous game, not because of it's relatively simple interface or looks, but because it makes you think. It's different from other games in the genre because it's not like starting from scratch everytime you start a new game. There is no fog of war and every information about the scenario is at your disposal. You just need to complete a given task, like destroying a radio station or a dam or switch off the power supply to Radars, like the real missions of war. To succeed, you must have a brilliant co-ordination between your troops. You need to make split second decisions, and act even fast. Plus, you need to be careful that while eliminating the enemy one by one, the other guards don't even get a hint that the foe has intruded into their camp. One of the best thing about such a trade is that you'll get a lot of room to be a little ingenious. Although, there is always a best possible way to get the job done, it can be done in so many ways with using different traits of your different units. And that's the reason you'll like to play the missions more than once.

I'll leave you with that. If you think that you have got some brains and are a fan of strategy games, this game will test you to extreme.

GO PLAY IT !!

Click here to download the demo of the game

Return TO IIT Roorkee Video

2007-12-18T01:34:00.000+05:30

Now...here's one video you must show all your friends and family....Captures all the good locations of the campus and some sweet moments of...someone from IIT R

The pics are awesome and the music gets too gud after a minute or so. The video starts taking you into the grip, after that !!

Take a look...and you may get a bit senti if you happen to be a pass-out...nice stuff....and hats off to MANISH AGGRAWAL...apparently the person who did it...