some college tales

Finally i m done with my exams ....
which lasted for more than a month, perhaps the longest exam ever conducted in the history of MANIT.
At first the exams were supposed to take place between November the 4th to 12th but due to some political reasons they got scheduled for 12th to 25th. But to our disgrace and perhaps to the glory of an NIT as well,on November the 15th we lost one of our friends,which etched an infamous case of suicide by a student in college history. The reasons, not yet clear about what actually happened on that day. unfortunately the aftermath was very serious leading towards an uprising by the students. However, the management discontinued the examinations and vacated the hostels as preventive measures.
But finally when the things settled down the exams took place from 11th of December to December the 19th and finally we were free from the shackles on 22nd December when our last viva was conducted.
it's hard to imagine such a long examination
and the worse thing being whatever occurred in between but sorrowfully this is the truth and we have to live by it... perhaps until we are dependent on THEM

Last night something awesome happened with me, perhaps something that my every teacher wanted me to feel
No further riddles, It is the detestable feeling that my teachers got while banging their heads on my illegible handwriting
Fortunately, my handwriting has improved a lot or may be enough to not let a person loose his or her nerves. I say this because I have not received any complaints against my handwriting since last couple of years. However, what wonders me is this guy whose sessional I am holding in my hands. Man!! His handwriting will surely give complex to Darsheel Safari of Tare Zameen Par that somebody else was more worthy for that role.
Well I don’t intend to calumniate or defame this guy. Instead, I should be thankful to him for refreshing the fond and spicy memories related to my so-called handwriting. Let’s rewind back to Ahmedabad when Mrs. Hema , my English teacher once called me out and said,” Samrat it’s hard to understand where you finish a word and when you start another.” Because my handwriting was like…-“c an yo ure ad thi s ???”
Then during summer vacations she gave us an assignment asking everybody to practice Cursive handwriting. Mrs. Hema perhaps thought that children will finally start writing at a greater pace and clearly too… she was right…
Many of my classmates did show signs of improvement. But the worst was yet to come. It was me of course and now my handwriting was like ……ehhh
haphazardly stuffed books in a shelf, some leaning to the left and a few others to right and some unfortunate ones nearly kissing the floor of the shelf. More elaborately, you could call it a rice field sustaining a storm (a friend of mine once said… well he used another metaphor not worth writing here)
A few more metaphors are… as if somebody thrashed a road roller all over my copy…
Now I assume you have a clear picture of what my handwriting looked like.
Another teacher of mine( I hope she is reading this) Mrs. Meeta chakraborty advised me once “Samrat… nobody asks for kinda decorated handwriting from you… all we want is that we can read it at first glimpse… that’s all…”
Well it took next 5-6 years to implement her words but finally I vanquished.
But before that I have yet another incident from the pages of my life…. Way back to 7th class …I was in bhopal by now.
During sept-oct B.Ed undergraduates come to our school as a part of their curriculum. So we were asked to cooperate with them. They were inspecting our class test copies when one of them called me and separately and said” samrat you have such a horrible handwriting!!”
Perturbed and outraged said I “ Mam I have a broken wrist..”
“Samrat I have seen your class work copy… do you have broken boneall through the year???”
I was shocked by this answer. Anyway, as matter of fact she never saw any of my regular copies…
Perhaps coz I never made one…;)
Huh… clever lady… Her name was Ms. Archana and I clearly remember she was wearing a blue sari at the time of this incident… which occurred in front of the cycle stand… (The older one)
Perhaps there are … or will be some incidents and people in my life who I will never ever forget…
Bye … till my next post…..

5 crosses 4 zero's...

5 crosses 4 zero's... A nine by nine grid... all you have to do is to have three of your symbols in a line...Yeah!!! It is the Tic-Tac-Toe, I call it T3, and the rest call it cross-zero.
Now if your delusion says that it is a mere game, then think again...
Today I came across the technical aspect of T3. I learned that T3 is not just a game, it's a disease ... a contagious one..rather an epidemic... coz you start playing and the people around you do the same...(if you are stuck in an unavoidable necessary disaster)Don't question this creed. It's a cul- de-sac for your frustrations...!!!
Read on to find how...
Prior to beginning I should reiterate that I am a college student, in mechanical discipline . Here's the catch.... there is no girl we can stare at, in case a lopsided loquacious loon is liquidating our brains on a lucid topic...
in a simple sentence...
when a lecturer is compelling you to bang your head on the desk... coz you are apprehending not a single idea of his lecture...
In other branches you hv at least the above mentioned option to bear the pain of lecture...
Anyway today it were Yash and I sitting at the 3rd brnch in our class ... I won't mention the subject and proffessor either because I have 3 more yrs to spend in this college.
The lecture was a complete nightmare for us and for the class as well...
Isuggested playing Pen-Fight... But it was a little noisy and noticeable game..
So we agreed upon playing T3 (despite knowing that there are only a few cases of this game, couple of them ending as a tie and rest in a predecided win)
But you won't believe i spent those hard moments... And in a few minutes(as I feel) the lecture(rather call it bakwass)...finished...
Just try a hand of T3 with your benchmate in college and behold the magic

i need brain-storming

I know I am not getting regular with my blog....

But i can't help it. I've learned what a diary should look like so i won't be sharing gibberish conversations. So my dear friends I'll be penning only those instances which somehow somewhere will always remain engraved in my heart.

As for today it was my first day in college as a 2nd yr student and so the things went normal as it does on first day of any academic session. I returned home at 3:40 PM, I guess and had a sane conversation, some may call it a debate with Shrutika Singh, a great friend of mine. She is an intellectual being, but maintains an aura around her. So many people find difficulty in testifying her. It might appear quite immaterial to you why am i describing that girl !! It's because then it will be easy for you to innovate a conclusion to this battle between an agnostic and a theist.

It began with my profile introduction on a social networking site "orkut". And soon it evolved into a debate whether God exists or not.

Before I begin with our discussion I have an incidence to narrate. An year ago when I was totally exhausted with the things happening to me, I had declared Him to be non existent. But then Rahul Lalwani, a close friend of mine, preached me, "if you don't get what you want then remember god has something better for you... i never disbelief him... whatever situations are bestowed upon me.."

It was a brain wash for me and again I started believing in God. But today yet again someone sneaked into my mind and questioned my trust on Him.

She said “God is just a way to hide your deficiencies that you cannot explain a particular phenomenon…It’s just an innovation of a crippled brain”

Then my answer was that god is just a feeling that somewhere somebody is there for you. It gives you an inner strength that the task you have under your sleeves will accomplish. Moreover, I added that science can explain most of the things but for everything else, He is there. Ever thought what is the reason behind you being yourself,why do we sometimes feel as if things were preplanned… and many more questions.Regading this her reply was that it’s only a cloak to hide our debilities.

I believe that He has created this world under a fixed set of rules. That’s why I adhere to Einstein’s ideology” God never plays dice…!!” It’s incomplete and I‘ve added

“God never plays dice…!! But won’t let you know his move either”

The debate ended inconclusive and I went out for a stroll.

When I returned I took the Times Of India and started reading the editorial page. But then I don’t know why, but I switched to an older issue of TOI and found something interesting

I m pasting the link and the matter along with to solve any ambiguities..

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Opinion/Editorial/Hang_your_gods/articleshow/3212136.cms

Does God exist or not? Man has been posing this question for thousands of years. The question itself is the child of a confrontation: between those who believe and others who don't. But, what's the truth? Before answering this question, one needs to understand how the concept called God has come to play such a dominant role in man's life.
Let us begin with understanding our gods, the Hindu God, the Muslim God, the Christian God to mention a few. Every one of these gods is omnipotent.

They're supposed to have performed miracles and saved huma-nity from crises in the distant past. Believers who look up to them will tell you their gods still have the capacity to perform such feats. So, psychologically speaking, it seems man is ready to bestow anyone with the status of a god if He can save him from trouble.

Hence, it wouldn't be wrong to assume gods are the children of misery. For, a happy man who celebrates every moment of his life would hardly require any god.

He needs God only when life metes out a raw deal. So, ironically, it won't be an exaggeration to say, gods and Maoists thrive on the same soil: the soil from which the plants of poverty, famine, pestilence greed and war sprout. Gods can profit from their business because everything is in a state of flux.

The angry gods - pagan by nature - stand testimony to this fact. Take the case of the Hindu gods. Most of them are decorated with an array of glittering weapons.

They've multiple heads and arms to tackle hydra-headed enemies who work incessantly for the destruction of humanity. Some of them are even seen in dancing postures wearing garlands made from human skulls. Would these gods have come into being if man had lived a life of benediction?

It goes to prove our popular gods are not only the children of misery, but they're also the children of corrupt ruling classes. It's when the ruling classes fail to deliver justice that men start looking up to their Super Saviours. It's not surprising that individuals who shunned politics in favour of spirituality became the alternate leaders of the masses - shepherds like Krishna, Jesus, Buddha or Mohammed who brought along divine messages.

How does one express his gratitude to the super heroes? Certainly, by worshipping them, by creating scriptures about what they preached, and creating cults designed to attract more people to sign up. People get lured into becoming believers primarily because they are led to think that there's always going to be a saviour who will shoulder their responsibilities. Unfortunately, they don't realise that freedom comes from assuming responsibility, not shirking it. Followers, in reality, are slaves.

However, those who believe in God and those who don't are equally foolish. The believers must understand that all their gods who existed in human forms earlier have met their end over time. A dead god is not likely to revisit now and save them from their troubles. Even the old scriptures won't be of much help in the current circumstances. As for non-believers, needless to say, through their denial, they only keep God alive.

Instead of debating whether God exists or not, it's time man met the dormant God within. He can aspire to achieve this only when he stops searching for an out-of-the-world saviour. He should understand that a saviour is similar to a big banyan tree. No rosebush can grow under its expansive shadow. So, if man wants to achieve Godhood, it's time he threw his gods into the fire.

Finally I arrived to a conclusion but I need your help do post in your suggestion and ideas…

Thank you