tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5069914597888661792024-03-13T03:24:53.362-07:00Miyan Fatte ki dukanमियां फत्ते की दुकान में कुछ बिकता नहीं, सब मुफ्त मिलता है. मियां फत्ते अपने विचार सर्वजन हिताय बाँटते हैंFattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-22185982048893533772014-11-16T10:13:00.002-08:002014-11-16T10:14:19.057-08:00The Gaze<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
</div>Here I am, <br />
trying desperately<br />
to see in you-<br />
Gazing hard<br />
hoping that<br />
my gaze will turn <br />
you transparent<br />
and i shall finally<br />
get a look into<br />
that opaque inside <br />
of yours.<br />
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After trying<br />
seconds turn <br />
in hours and<br />
hours in days<br />
which lead to<br />
weeks and months<br />
that have now <br />
turned in years<br />
and i finally <br />
have attained <br />
comprehension of<br />
the fact that<br />
I and you<br />
live in parallel <br />
universes.<br />
In mine<br />
we're one already<br />
and in yours,<br />
we're acquainted<br />
to each other.<br />
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~~<b>Fatte</b>Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-67586280314815608782014-09-27T00:41:00.001-07:002014-09-27T03:03:49.051-07:00भौकालयद्यपि हिंदी व्याकरण में तीन काल होते हैं- भूत काल, वर्तमान काल एवं भविष्य काल किन्तु यू पी में एक काल और होता है- भौकाल। <br />
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तो जहाँ दुनिया का हर काम पहले तीनो कालों में होते हैं, हम अपने कार्य सम्पन्न करने के लिए भौकाल का सहारा लेते हैं।<br />
हमने कल जो भी किया था वह भौकाल में था, हम जो आज कर रहे हैं वह भी भौकाल में है और जो कार्य हम कल करेंगे वह भी भौकाल में ही होगा। हम हैं ही ऐसे अखंड भौकाली। हमें क्रोधित कर दो फिर तुम्हे हम बताएं की क्या होता है प्रचंड भौकाली। <br />
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हमसे यह प्रश्न कई बार हमारे कई सीधे सरल मित्रों ने किया, की आखिर यह भौकाल है क्या? भौकाल का शाब्दिक अर्थ क्या होता है। क्या करें बोहोत ही असमंजस में डालने वाला प्रश्न यह। भौकाल को समझा या परिभाषित नहीं किया जा सकता। भौकाल महसूस किया जा सकता है बस। जिस दिन आप भौकाल का मतलब समझ गए समझ लीजिये आप भी भौकाली हो गये। <br />
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क्या यह क्यों आवश्यक है पूछ रहे हो? भौकाल पे प्रश्नचिन्ह ? छुटकऊ एक पान लगाओ बे अब दिल पर लगने वाली बात पूछ ली गयी है।<br />
भौकाल आत्म ज्ञान है- भौकाली को अपनी श्रेष्ठता का ज्ञान होता है। जिस व्यक्ति के जीवन में भौकाल न हो वह इस मानव समुद्र में गुम हो जाता है किन्तु भौकाली को लोग याद रखते हैं। यदि आपमें भौकाल है तो आप स्ट्रोकलेस वंडर से सिक्सर सिद्धू बन जाते हैं.. अन्यथा आकाश चोपड़ा की तरह रिटायर हो जाते हैं। <br />
बिटवा यह याद रक्खो भौकाल जीवन का सार है, बिन भौकाल जीवन बेकार है। अब जब बात निकल ही पड़ी है तो भौकाल का महत्व बताने वाली एक कहावत भी सुन लें, यदि आप भौकाली हैं या भाउकलियों के साथ रहे हैं तो आप अवश्य अवगत होंगे इस कहावत से:<br />
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*Word Censored * फटे तो फटे, भौकाल न घटे। <br />
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लेकिन हम बोल क्यों रहे हैं यह! यदि आप भौकाली नहीं हैं तो अभी तक आपको समझ नहीं आया होगा की हम ये भौकाल का भौकाल बना क्यों रहे हैं इतना। यदि आप भौकाली हैं तब तो आपको भौकाल के बारे में जानने के लिए मेरी आवश्यकता नहीं। <br />
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अछा रुकिए यू पी की शब्दावली से कोई और शब्द ले कर आते हैं आपको बताने के लिए। <br />
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तब तक अपना भौकाल टाइट रक्खें <br />
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<b>फत्ते भौकाली</b> Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-1600284242519503672014-09-21T03:02:00.002-07:002014-09-21T03:03:38.629-07:00आज का संगीत <br />
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आज एक महाशय ( एक मित्र के मित्र) को फेसबुक पर दुखी होते पढ़ा की हमारे देश में संगीत की कितनी दुर्दशा हो चुकी है एवं यो यो हनी सिंह और बादशाह जैसे गायकों ने भद्दे भद्दे गानो ला कर समाज प्रदूषित कर रखा है। हमें यह बात कुछ जँची नहीं तो हमने उस पोस्ट का जवाब कुछ यूँ दिया:<br />
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"यद्यपि हमारी और आपकी जान पहचान तो नहीं है, किन्तु आपके शब्दों भीतर कहीं दबा छुपा विरोधाभास देखा तो स्वयं को रोक न पाया। सोचा अपने विचार प्रकट कर ही दूँ, शायद इसी बहाने मित्रता हो जाए।<br />
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आपको एक कहानी सुनाता हूँ:<br />
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एक बालक ने अपने घर के बरामदे में खड़े हो कर राह चलते एक व्यक्ति पर एक कंकड़ फेंका। कंकड़ भले आदमी को लगा किन्तु उसे बच्चे पर क्रोध नहीं बल्कि उसकी बाल सुलभ हरकत पर हंसी आ गयी- वह बालक को देख कर हंसा और आगे चलता बना। बालक को लगा उसकी प्रशंसा हुई और वह और उत्साह इसी प्रक्रिया को दोहराने लगा। आज वो लोगो पर बड़े बड़े पथ्थर फेंकता है- जिन्हे चोट लगती है उन्हें गुस्सा आता है और तमाशबीनों को हंसी। <br />
यदि बालक को पहली बार डांट पड़ जाती वह शायद ऐसा न करता। या अगर तमाशबीन हंसना बंद कर दें तो वह अकेला पड़ जाए और शायद इस भय से पथ्थर फेंकना बंद कर दे की कहीं नाराज़ होने वालों में से कोई व्यक्ति हमें एक कंटाप रख न दे। <br />
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मैं ये मानता हूँ की कला यानि की आर्ट अपने श्रोताओं/ दर्शकों के समाज का प्रतिबिम्ब होता है। यदि हमसे एक पीढ़ी नीचे के यह किशोरवय बालक इन गानों को सुनना बंद कर दें तो कौन हनी सिंह और कौन बादशाह। हमारा दुर्भाग्य यह नहीं है मित्र की आज हनी सिंह या बादशाह भद्दे गाने गा रहे हैं। हमारा दुर्भाग्य यह है की हमारे और हमसे एक छोटी पीढ़ी के बीच संवाद का अभाव इस अधीर स्थिति में पहुँच चुका है की जो हमें भद्दा लगता है वह उन्हें कर्णप्रिय प्रतीत होता है। यदि हम अपनी खुशफहमी से बहार निकल कर विश्लेषण करें तो हम शायद यही पाएंगे की समस्या तो हम लोगों में ही है।"<br />
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हमें यह नहीं पता उन्हें बुरा लगा या भला. उम्मीद यही करता हूँ हमारा तर्क अवश्य समझ आया होगा। Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-8898893728396400392013-09-28T10:27:00.001-07:002013-09-29T01:07:45.743-07:00I can't NOT Give a fuck.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
</div>Today, a friend doing his MBA, sent me an application form- some summer internship application form that he has applied for as a part of his MBA Syllabus.<br />
There was a portion which had to be filled by a close friend of the applicant and I being one, was sent the form. There were three questions<br />
1) Applicant should start doing…<br />
2) Applicant should stop doing…<br />
3) Applicant should continue doing…<br />
The friend had to answer these questions based on his knowledge of habits of the applicant.<br />
So as you know… when you speak about a friend you don’t talk with respect. My first impulse was to trash my way through- to give silly immature answers to everything that was being asked.<br />
Being foulmouth and cracking stupid jokes is what we- the people of NIT Jsr enjoy the most.( OK maybe foulmouth part I like a little more than others :P). We laughed away everything. Never ever paying seriousness to absolutely anything- it was a way of life our dear friend Kunwar Akhilesh Singh, being the only sensible guy amongst us, never approved of. He would get irritated if we created a ruckus shouting at novelty while having the Friday night dinner. He would shout at me if started my abuse chalisa at a public palce. We found a way to even make fun of this seriousness of KAS- christening him chacha for his sobriety against our extravaganza of “I- don’t and won’t- give –a- fuck”.<br />
We were not being wrong- we were being our age, enjoying the autonomy from the supervision of our family, doing as our heart pleased. He was not wrong- he conducted and still conducts himself with the typical responsibility of a middle class Indian Child.( Or Maybe he was also behaving his age? :P Sorry Akhislesh couldn't resist the joke- it was on. :P)<br />
Anyways, so my first impulse was to ridicule each and every question of the form with all the skill that I had gathered in those four years of learning. An impulse which was more of a hangover of the perpetual inebriation of NIT JSR in which the sole moto of everything that you do is “Not- a-fuck-shall-be-given”.<br />
In fact till now I have done that- these MBA Guys keep giving you link for their online surveys- Sachin, Sahu, Auddy and Prabal- if you have read the reults of your online surveys you gave me to fill- I have done serious fuckjob with answers given the anonymity online surveys offer :P<br />
But just as I was about to act on that first impulse- I read the complete form. The part of the form other than the 3 questions I was supposed to fill. It was an actual form. Something serious from the real life that we are all part of. If I fucked with it, he would just have filled something sensible in it and sent it on his own and not been a part of the joke. He would probably not even have laughed- maybe he’d have been frustrated if I did that.<br />
As soon as I realised that it was a responsibility of behaving like a grown man that I was trusted with- that I am supposed to give real life serious meaningful and truthful answers to the questions, I had a sinking feeling. Like some ball had been dropped in my stomach.<br />
I have had this sinking feeling earlier too- when Rajath got married. Then also, I had felt the ball dropping in my stomach. The feeling of finally having grown up. But that was a happy occasion. There was another emotion of being firecly happy for him which probably overtook the sinking feeling. Whatever small intensity of sinking feeling remained- I drwoned it in Rum and Whiskey with Prashant and Rajath.<br />
But today the magnitude of the sinking feeling is much higher. The mass of the ball dropped in the stomach is multiple times more than that time. And I am sitting here alone- We can’t drown anything in Rum and Whiskey on our own. We need the comforting company of friends to crack all those sex jokes that only we laughed at and to let that river of profanities flow.<br />
As I realise that I can’t even drown anything in ethanol on my own… the feeling worsens. <br />
I slowly accept that I have grown up and I have to be responsible.<br />
When one said “Abe pyas lagi hai bohot”, a dear friend’s favorite response used to be “ Haan Muh Khol abhi pilata hoon pani”. I have come to realise that such jokes can’t be craked now. They are history.<br />
If today I go to the very same dear friend and say “abe pyaas lagi hai bahut”, he’d probably qietly go to fridge and give me a bottle of water.<br />
Maybe once in a year or two when few of us Get us and rivers of Ethanol flow… we’ll help ourselves to a few of these- feasting hungrily on the small Joys that these Jokes give. Laughing on punches that none on planet earth other than we people will laugh on.<br />
This sinking feeling is an acceptance of the three and half year long denial of the fact that the days of perpetual inebriation on “i-don’t-give-a-fuck” have ended. ‘A fuck’ has to be given as many times as it is asked for… Maybe it’s for good that I have finally realised this.<br />
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Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-87301743962140279262012-09-16T13:19:00.001-07:002012-09-16T13:24:34.375-07:00This crossroadI stand on a road. Many such roads are there around me- Going in every direction possible. there are people- countless people. Some are working with spades and shovel. Dripping with sweat. some are just walking... near and far they are walking.<br />
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As i stand here and look at them- the outlines are not very clear. The features of this scene are not very sharp.i certainly am not drunk then why can't I make out the details of the scene. Why are these people working? Where are they going? where do these roads go. why are there so many roads? What exactly is happening.<br />
When I set out I guessed I had a plan. I guessed I knew where was I going. Plan! Ha! Who was I kidding. I wonder if there was anything as feeble, as vulnerable and as weak knee'd as my plan.<br />
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My plan was an illusion that I had. It was a mirage that provided attestation to my extortionate sense of self worth that led me to believe I could dictate my destiny. Could I be more flawed. Now that I realise this... let me try and figure out which road should I go. Ha! Like my choice matters!Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com0Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh, India26.8465108 80.946683226.733172800000002 80.7887547 26.9598488 81.104611699999992tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-2746708839417445562011-03-08T09:26:00.000-08:002013-09-29T05:49:44.611-07:00THIS streetThere were roads- which I loved to travel,<br />
Slippers in feet and wearing THAT combination,<br />
Of some t shirt and dirty jeans<br />
I loved to walk on… those roads.<br />
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I used to walk,<br />
I used to Jump, Play and laugh.<br />
With those Slipper wearing,<br />
T shirt and dirty jeans Adoring Playmates.<br />
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But gone have the slippers,<br />
The feet have the leathers of finest make,<br />
Gone is that combination-<br />
Of dirty Jeans and Tee,<br />
To be replaced with crisp Pants and shirts.<br />
Gone are the jump play and laugh<br />
And have been replaced by the void-THAT void.<br />
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This void when acknowledged,<br />
Threatens to engulf you- reminds you,<br />
That you are alone,<br />
In a street crowded with people.<br />
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This street is not the same as<br />
The road I travelled in slippers.<br />
That road, for some strange reason,<br />
People say I’m not allowed on.<br />
I’ve outlived my quota of that road,<br />
Oh, ok I agree…<br />
Anyways that road was too good to go on forever.<br />
But why is this street this difficult to walk on?<br />
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On this street, <br />
The finest leather in feet<br />
Alone and sweating… I’m running,<br />
Racing with people,<br />
For god knows what!!<br />
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Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-7785217228204175462010-12-31T12:37:00.000-08:002010-12-31T12:42:44.827-08:00i'm....I'M drunk.<br />yes! I am.<br />They say,<br />You shouldn't speak<br />when drunk<br />OK! I won't.<br />FUCK! I'll write.<br />Yes, I will.<br />I want to write. <br />But i can't.<br />Words elude me,<br />when i wish,<br />they'd espouse me, the most!<br />They do.<br />This treachery of words,<br />I fail to comprehend.<br />oh, I so don't understand.<br />Perhaps, these two had a fight-<br />words and 'Old Monk'<br />I am sure they did.<br />Chuck it. Let 'em fight.<br />I don't want to write.<br />Not Anymore!!Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-44300027802492058242010-12-13T11:50:00.000-08:002010-12-13T12:19:57.706-08:00Plight of a UPiet in Chennai<span style="font-weight:bold;">Disclaimer 1</span>: I have many Madrasi friends. If you are one of them, Saalon gussa mat hona. I’m only trying to look at a lighter side of the problems by exaggerating a little.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Disclaimer 2</span>: If you my non Madrasi Friend. Ap to samajh hi sakte hain.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Disclaimer 3:</span> If you are not my friend, jo samjhna hai samjho.<br /><br />So let me describe the day of an average UPiet in Chennai.<br /><br />Gets up by 8 am in morning. Yaaawwwnnsss… fuck. Why do I have to go office every day? Anyways, <span style="font-style:italic;">ab bhaiyya office hai to jana hi hoga</span>. Irritated at the fact that he has to work for the rest of his life and can’t just sit at home and make merry on dad’s money he gets up, gets done with daily activities and gets ready for office. <span style="font-style:italic;">Sala formals me jana jaroori hai. Jaise ham agar jeans pahin ke chale jaenge to kaam hi nahi karenge. Farji nautanki!</span> So after getting ready, this guy sets out for office. But before going to office our guy has to have breakfast. <span style="font-style:italic;">Misery time boy</span>. <span style="font-style:italic;">Bhaiyyaji</span> Goes in a decent looking hotel and looks up the menu card. <span style="font-style:italic;">Ame Gajodhar, ee ka ka likha hai be menu me? Bhaiyya Fatte, pachaas nautanki na karo, khana ho khao sasur nahi to bhookhe maro.</span> So our guy orders a plate of idli, sambhar and it is served to him. <span style="font-style:italic;">Ye kaha aa gaye ham… Gadaulia ghat pe poori sabzi aur jilebi ka kitta badhiya naashta mil raha hoga </span>:(. Anyways he finishes his breakfast and then orders one coffee. <span style="font-style:italic;">Kyu be Gajodhar. Coffeeya to badi badhiya banai hai. Haan be Fatte hame ummeed nahi thi</span>. Anyways he finished the coffee and sets out for office.<br />On the street he calls an Autowallah to reach mount road where his office is located.<br />UP Guy: Bhaiyya mount chaloge?<br />Auto wallah: Hindi ille saar.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Beda Gark!!</span><br />UG: ok, will you go to mount road?<br />AW replies in a sideways head motion which makes it difficult to comprehend whether he is willing to go or not. This can be yes and no both. Its amazing how they produce that head motion.<br />UG: Yes or NO?<br />AW: yes saar.<br />UG: How much(with an exaggerated hand motion)<br />AW: vaan twenty rupis saar.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Saala chor. Ye autowale sasure har jagah chor hi hote hain kya? Hamko laga Gorakhpur wale hi aise the, ye to yaha bhi wahi hain. saala pachaas rupaya kiraya hai aur ek sau bees bol raha hai. Ruko batate hain.</span><br />UG: Thirty rupees.<br />AW: what saar…<br />UG: No No I’m not going with u.<br />AW: saar seventy. <br />UG: No man. Sorry I’m taking another auto. (You bloody come down to fifty else I actually am taking another auto)<br />AW: No saar (speaks some tamil) seventy (tamil) rate (some more tamil).<br />Now, UG is thoroughly irritated.<br />UG: Bhag bh***. Jane do.<br />AW started speaking angrily in tamil.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Saaale haramkhor, abhi tak izzat se baat kar rahe the to samajh nahi aa rahi thi baat ab gariya diye to samajh gaye wahi hindi. Latkhor nahi to</span> <br />UG walks speedily to another AW(AW2). AW1 follows him speaking angrily in tamil<br />UG: Going mount road?<br />Before AW2 can utter a word, AW1 starts speaking to him loudly.<br />AW2: how much u give saar?<br />UG: Fifty, not more than that. <span style="font-style:italic;">Sala chutti le ke ghar baith jaange lekin pachaas se jada nahi denge.</span><br />AW2: ok lets go. <br />UG is relieved and AW1 is still shouting in tamil.<br />Anyways, UG reaches office. Thank fully in office almost everyone speaks hindi and those who don’t understand Hindi speak English. <span style="font-style:italic;">Bhala ho angrejo ka jo angreji chod gaye bhaiyya, nahi to aaj ham naukari chod chad ke azamgarh bhaag jate .</span><br />Works till lunch and in lunch goes to office canteen.<br />There’s rice and three daal type things in small bowls and curd. <span style="font-style:italic;">Kya Roti hai hi nahi. Ham to bhookhe mar jaaenge Gajodhar. He bhagwaan aisa kaun sa paap kiya tha hamne? Kaha subah dopahar raat har waqt roti khaate the aur yaha chawal ke alwa kuch hai hi nahi</span> :( :( <br />Anyways, he starts eating.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Abe sab kuch khatta hai. Teeno katoriyon me khatti daal hai. Saaala imli daal ke banayi hai kya.</span><br />Somehow, still half hungry, the guy leaves canteen. <br />Feeling sorry for self, the guy somehow endures the rest of the day and reaches his room.(luckily has less trouble with autowallahs this time).<br />When he reaches his room, he finds that the maid to whom he had given his clothes for washing has returned with the clothes. He takes the clothes and counts. One pant is missing. <br />UG: Where’s the black pant?<br />Maid: (very fast tamil)<br />UG: Listen, speak a little slow and speak at least one or two words of English.<br />Maid: English ille saar.<br />Fuck!! I must have been a sinful bastard in my past life. That’s why I have to endure all this.<br />Dear UG goes, finds another person in neighboring room of building who speakes tamil and asks him to be the interpreter as he speaks English. And finally UP <span style="font-style:italic;">wale bhaiyya</span> learns that the black pant has been given for ironing and he’ll get it in morning. <span style="font-style:italic;">Dhat tere ki. Khoda pahad aur nikali chuhiya.</span><br />Frustrated, UG thinks, after such hard day he has earned himself at least a good meal. Goes to a north Indian restraint. Has a lot of chicken Tandoori, chicken Kashmeeri and Roti. Then devours some soft drink and pays a bill of four hundred rupees(<span style="font-style:italic;">sala dhang ka khana khane me kangaal ho gaye</span>). And then mentally preparing himself for next day, goes to bed. <span style="font-style:italic;">Bhaiyya kal office bhi jana hai.<br />Badi kathin hai dagar panghat ki bhaiyya… Pitashree bolte the ki paisa kamana asaam kaam nahi hai to hame lagta tha ki yaar papa to bolte hi rahite. Jaake paav na fati biwaiiii….</span><br /><br /><br />Chaliye ab bahut der ho chuki hai aur hame bhi kal office jana hai.<br />I’ll write again when and if I have a new story to tell.<br /><br /><br />Signing off,<br />Miyan FatteFattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-25401364241490735702010-12-05T10:51:00.001-08:002010-12-05T19:53:20.810-08:00attempt for resurganceyou might(not) have noticed that i have not been very active blogger. but recently i turned into a dead blogger(as not a <span style="font-style:italic;">dead</span> blogger but dead who was a blogger). i tried to find out reasons and the only one thing that i could think was that i was bored with this whole blogging thing. so i kinda tried to reinvent myself with a new name. lets hope this name motivates me to blog more.<br /><br />aapka,<br />miyan fatteFattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-15378620083116506612010-06-04T13:06:00.000-07:002010-06-04T13:25:33.913-07:00Glimpses of Arunachal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAlebljzA5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/o6uMoMJlWHw/s1600/SP_A0250.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAlebljzA5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/o6uMoMJlWHw/s320/SP_A0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479014249704653714" /></a><br />I was brought up in a place called Pasighat in Arunachal Pradesh. Now, whether or not I like the place is an issue for another day but there is one thing that is unmistakable in Arunachal Pradesh- its scenic beauty. Every day, this State is first to witness sunrise in India hence it is also called 'the land of rising sun' and that’s how it gets its name- ‘Arunachal’. Like other Himalayan states, this state too is generously gifted in terms of Scenic beauty and hence has a large potential as a tourism hub. In fact the place could well be country’s signature in wild life tourism, adventure sports and most importantly- Hydro electricity. But why the promise in all these fields is still only a ‘promise’ and why any attempts towards fulfillment of this promise are thwarted is again a debate for another day.<br />What I’d like to share with you are a few stills of Arunachal Pradesh displaying God’s genius at aesthetic.<br />The photographer is not a professional and the pics have been taken using a cell camera… hence probably might not be awe inspiring (mind you, the place has potential to give awe inspiring stills). Also the photographer has a bias towards taking sunrise pics, he has clicked a lot of them so bear with me :P. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAlei2cKzYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TtKA1kACHdc/s1600/SP_A0255.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAlei2cKzYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TtKA1kACHdc/s320/SP_A0255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479014374495145346" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAleaz3BJOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8tKSY3Oq2zA/s1600/SP_A0247.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAleaz3BJOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8tKSY3Oq2zA/s320/SP_A0247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479014236363498722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAleavRx_pI/AAAAAAAAAEM/p4_IRSbKkF8/s1600/SP_A0246.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAleavRx_pI/AAAAAAAAAEM/p4_IRSbKkF8/s320/SP_A0246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479014235133574802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAleaB_h6pI/AAAAAAAAAEE/02PtTV4pJ44/s1600/SP_A0237.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAleaB_h6pI/AAAAAAAAAEE/02PtTV4pJ44/s320/SP_A0237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479014222977428114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAleZ5_JQfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Fk5Ko4q8gRA/s1600/SP_A0233.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAleZ5_JQfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Fk5Ko4q8gRA/s320/SP_A0233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479014220828328434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAld4JIzc7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/u9I9R8yMh7Q/s1600/SP_A0224.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAld4JIzc7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/u9I9R8yMh7Q/s320/SP_A0224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479013640779822002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAld3nJpW1I/AAAAAAAAADs/15fEPVX3ngc/s1600/SP_A0223.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAld3nJpW1I/AAAAAAAAADs/15fEPVX3ngc/s320/SP_A0223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479013631656549202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAld3UpUPwI/AAAAAAAAADk/6E3nIRP-qeg/s1600/SP_A0221.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAld3UpUPwI/AAAAAAAAADk/6E3nIRP-qeg/s320/SP_A0221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479013626689109762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAld2dllvbI/AAAAAAAAADc/iYLa6LItTYE/s1600/SP_A0219.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAld2dllvbI/AAAAAAAAADc/iYLa6LItTYE/s320/SP_A0219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479013611909529010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAld2G9WazI/AAAAAAAAADU/dGao318W1eE/s1600/SP_A0217.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAld2G9WazI/AAAAAAAAADU/dGao318W1eE/s320/SP_A0217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479013605835172658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAldeqixKLI/AAAAAAAAADM/I39sliMXAy4/s1600/SP_A0215.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAldeqixKLI/AAAAAAAAADM/I39sliMXAy4/s320/SP_A0215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479013203070494898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAldeHBlsxI/AAAAAAAAADE/xRjYBPc86oQ/s1600/SP_A0212.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAldeHBlsxI/AAAAAAAAADE/xRjYBPc86oQ/s320/SP_A0212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479013193536090898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAldd3ncpOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EUd24DefkVY/s1600/Photo0560.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TAldd3ncpOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EUd24DefkVY/s320/Photo0560.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479013189399913698" /></a><br /><br />PS: The photographer happens to be my brother and i'm publishing the pics without his permission... so i thought might as well acknowledge him :)Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-23390299759129536052010-06-01T04:16:00.000-07:002010-06-01T04:39:58.927-07:00AGNEEPATH<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TATxXZ2t2SI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QExFCM2LpQs/s1600/fire.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVLspa90f_U/TATxXZ2t2SI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QExFCM2LpQs/s320/fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477768431169034530" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I have this awesome poem collection by Shree Harivnsh Rai Bachachan- Meri Shrestha Rachnayein at my home. while going through it, i came across this most brilliant poem by the master poet... its a very motivating sort of a poem. i actually like to read it if i'm kind of in need of some inspiration. so here it goes.<br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ!<br />वृक्ष हों भले खड़े,<br />हों घने, हो बड़े,<br />एक पत्र छाह भी मांग मत, मांग मत, मांग मत!!<br />अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ!<br /><br />तू न थकेगा कभी,<br />तू न थमेगा कभी,<br />तू न मुड़ेगा कभी,<br />कर शपथ, कर शपथ, कर शपथ!<br />अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ! <br /><br />यह महान दृश्य है,<br />चल रहा मनुष्य है,<br />अश्रु -श्वेद- रक्त से लथपथ, लथपथ, लथपथ!<br />अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ! अग्नि पथ!<br /> ---श्री हरिवंश राय बच्चन</span></span>Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-28218916468854271252010-03-24T13:33:00.001-07:002010-03-24T20:12:15.110-07:00down the one side lane...Again I’m on the forbidden lane. Why does this happen to me? I saw her, didn’t feel a thing. She’s a Normal girl u see… just like any other girl u meet in Indian towns. Then I talked to her and I realized she’s not that normal after all… the girl has got brains(ok, I admit though with the fear of being called sexist- girls with brain is a rare species), she can talk and in fact can debate aggressively. And the moment I realized all this, I entered the forbidden lane. This lane has one way traffic and I have entered it. There seems to be no end to end to this lane and the possibilities of the lane being open for both side of traffic is nearly null. So basically I’m stuck. The lane is one way so I can’t take a U turn. Only hope is praying for the traffic to get open from the opposite side. But why did this happen. When I reached this lane there was a bold signboard- “One way Traffic” and still I entered. Why did I? Sometimes I feel, despite being seated in the driver’s seat I’m not the driver… the car is driving itself on its own. That’s the worst part… this car, which I’m supposed to be driver of, is acting on its own accord and I can’t decipher the algorithm on which it works. If I’m the driver I should be allowed to drive deciding which lane to enter and which not to. Ok let’s see… entering the lane was not my choice but the speed of the car was certainly my choice. Maybe I drove too fast; could have driven a little slow and after some time the traffic from the other side would have opened. But that was just not meant to be... god!! do something.<br /><br /><br />Too cryptic post eh? Didn’t get it? Don’t try… u won’t get itFattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-72523295746389745522010-01-28T16:50:00.000-08:002010-01-28T16:54:22.942-08:00मत कहो आकाश में कुहरा घना है<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: Aparajita;"><span style="font-size:100%;">recently, while surfing the net i came across this poem... this is one of my favorite poems. hope you like it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>मत</span> कहो आकाश में कुहरा घना है,</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family: Aparajita;">यह किसी की व्यक्तिगत आलोचना है.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: Aparajita;">सूर्य हमने भी नहीं देखा सुबह से,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Aparajita;">क्या करोगे, सूर्य का क्या देखना है.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Aparajita;">इस सड़क पर इस कदर कीचड बिछी है,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Aparajita;">हर किसी का पांव घुटनो तक सना है.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Aparajita;">पक्ष और प्रतिपक्ष संसद में मुखर है,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Aparajita;">बात इतनी है की कोई पुल बना है.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Aparajita;">रक्त वर्षों से नसों में खौलता, </span><br /><span style="font-family: Aparajita;">आप कहते हैं क्षडिक उत्तेजना है?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Aparajita;">हो गयी हर घाट पर पूरी व्यवस्था,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Aparajita;">शौक से डूबे जिसे भी डूबना है.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Aparajita;">दोस्तों अब मंच पर सुविधा नहीं है, </span><br /><span style="font-family: Aparajita;">आजकल नेपथ्य में संभावाना है!! </span><br /></span><span style="font-family: Aparajita;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> -दुष्यंत कुमार <br /></span> <br /></span></span>Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-19273965070712735282010-01-16T20:07:00.000-08:002010-01-16T20:08:39.214-08:00Three idiots- seriously?This Christmas we had another Aamir Khan movie uplift the benchmarks for revenues generated by a movie to stratospheric heights. The immense success of this movie- 3 idiots, has not only left vidhu vinod chopra(producer), raj Kumar hirani(director) and Amir khan laughing their way to banks but also won them the much aspired critical acclaim. This movie has specially been popular among the youth and the songs “aall is well” and “give me some sunshine” have acquired the cult status of campus anthems. But let us see what this movie directly or indirectly surmises.<br />There is little doubt to the fact that three idiots is an amazing movie. But it is an “amazing movie”-full stop! Nothing more than that… you’ll get the worth of your money- go buy the ticket, spend two and a half enjoyable hours at the theater, laugh your posterior off and come back. For this movie I might suggest a statement from our campus lingo “dil pe lene ki zaroorat nahi hai”.<br />If you give it a proper thought, you’ll be able to see that the two biggest sins committed by this movie are- its tendency of stereotyping and its polar nature. Though different in nature, both the sins are interrelated.<br />The movie stereotypes the higher education system in India and pushes it to a pole where it is totally rubbish- there may be a lot of truth in that but it is not completely true. Indian economy has been one of the fastest growing economies in the last decade- no nation can sustain that growth rate of its economy with a completely hopeless system of higher education, there has to be something good in it. True, our education system doesn’t have a lot of room for originality of thought and creativity but it’s not as though it has none of it!! The fact that I am a part of this education system and still thinking on my free will to write this article is itself a proof enough that there is still a lot of room for creativity too- without descending to the level of being a complete academic disaster. And apart from all of this, one good thing about the Indian education system that u can’t deny is that it instills a good work ethic among the students. It makes the students understand that there is no shortcut to success and the only way to attain and retain excellence is hard work- whatever may be type of excellence u desire.<br />The movie is culprit of stereotyping the teachers as fanatic, heartless and impractical bunch of jokers through just one character- professor Viru S. What it fails to remind is that such caricatures may be one in a thousand. Any average teacher may be anything but he certainly does not have any iota of resemblance with the character of Viru S. Ask any educated Indian- he/she will tell u about at least one (if not four- five) teacher who, at some stage of his education motivated him and would be a source of inspiration for rest of his/her life. This proves we do have a substantial amount of good teachers. Yes, this substantial amount might not be enough, we may need many, and many more of such teachers but this fact doesn’t make every teacher a Viru Sahastrabuddhi. The glass is also half full my friend.<br />The polar nature of the movie is depicted by its characters:<br />Rancho- incredibly talented person who doesn’t study even a little and is topper.<br />Chatur- Cramming expert crams everything and everything in front of him and is second topper.<br />Raju- doesn’t study even a little, second last person of batch according to grades.<br />Farhaan- again doesn’t study and is last person of batch according to grades.<br />It says nothing about the average people. The people who are moderately talented put in a sufficient amount of hard work and get average grades. These people make majority and hence it is these people who run our economy.<br />The movie tries to establish that you should be naturally gifted in any field in order to pursue a career in it or study it. You should not study engineering unless you are as gifted as the character Rancho. In case you are not as gifted as rancho- go about doing things like wild life photography. This sends wrong message- wild life photography is not some sweet hobby which does not require hard work. No one is a born wild life photographer, though one may be extra ordinary talented in wild life photography but even he has to get a proper education in the subject in which you have to put an equal amount of hard work in order to make a good career. So it again boils down to that tedious routine of classes, exams, results, projects doesn’t it?<br />Some might say the underlying message of the movie is “everybody has his strengths” and pursue your strength. But everybody also has his standards. What if my personal strength is academics but because I am not as gifted as some Rancho of my class is and I can’t top. What should I do- commit suicide as a character, fed up of his principal does in the movie? The phrase “I Quit” from that particular suicide scene in the movie seems to have become quite fashionable these days- I saw it in the orkut display image of one of my juniors and in orkut tagline of another ones. It leaves me wondering are we so feeble, unmotivated and inspirationally bankrupt lot that we quit on life just because we don’t have the life going our way?<br />Similar to 3 idiots, a Marathi movie titled “shikshanaaka Aicha Gho” has been made and if you ask a Marathi speaking person for the meaning of the title, he’ll tell u that it literally means “shiksha ki maa ka” (screw the education system)!! Do we want the future of our country in hands of people who hate education?? Do we want our next generation to have this notion that our education system completely trash and deserves to be screwed?<br />I don’t claim that our education system is perfect. It sure is in need of urgent reforms to relieve the pressure and strain and help develop more multidimensional personalities. But then we have to be the change that we want to see; only complaining is not going to help. Why can’t we work out solutions for the shortcomings of our education system.<br />Also we have to aware that any change in the education system can’t be carried out overnight. Our HRD minister Mr. Kapil Sibal has carried out educational reforms for class 10 board exam- these reforms are indeed very visionary in nature and similar(or even more extensive) reforms might be needed at the intermediate and higher levels. The media might be much more constructive if it suggested some reforms. No change in the education system is going take place overnight it will come in its due course.<br />Criticism is welcome but it should be constructive. What these movies do is instill a thinking into children that anything that causes ‘stress’ is evil- it should either be attacked or not even be attempted.<br />This incredible popularity of the movie in campuses across the country depicts only one thing that the youth of our nation is in no mood to study. If we keep hyping the movies like 3 idiots as we are doing now- we might soon become intellectually bankrupt. The tales of India being a global giant in outsourcing IT services might become only a glorified part of Indian history. Let’s not let that happen!!Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-62592089645833338472009-11-26T07:24:00.000-08:002009-11-26T08:40:02.973-08:00being at the wrong side of the table!!<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif"font-family:";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hi guys… I am sure if you happen to be reading this post, you might have appeared for a viva at some point of your life or other. If you are from my college; well then you know what a horrifying experience can these turn out to be. Most of us lesser mortals have by now understood the Pranjal’s law of Viva. Now let me introduce you to pranjal’s law of Viva. This law is like the first law of thermodynamics (energy can neither be created nor be destroyed) - everybody knew this but then suddenly someone came and said this is a law, big deal!</span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But anyways you all also may be very much aware of the Pranjal’s law of Viva but I hereby claim the credit of forming this law which states that “It is immaterial whether you prepare or not, if you are a lesser mortal appearing for a viva, you are invariably going to get screwed.”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And for your reference, “lesser mortal” in this law is defined as any student appearing for a viva who is not a fanatic psychopath doomed to be immersed in sordid melancholy of text books all his life. But considering this definition, your general perception may be that no nine pointer can be lesser mortal. But here I’d beg to differ with this general perception. U need not be a “fanatic psychopath doomed to be immersed in sordid melancholy of text books all his life” to be a nine pointer, sheer brilliance may also suffice. The grade sheets of a couple of nine pointers of my batch, whom I’m proud to say I know closely, are the testimony of this fact (I could give you the names if you asked for ‘em).</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Anyways mathematically, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If you are x such that </span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">x Є A, you are screwed.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A is a set defined as, A= U-F</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And U and F are sets defined further as,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">U= universal set of all the students appearing in viva</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">F= set of fanatic psychopaths doomed to be immersed in sordid melancholy of text books all their life</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So people next time you screw your viva, just recall the “Pranjal’s law of Viva”, you may find some solace in the despair. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Disclaimer: My work does not account for the breed of people we call toady or more popularly known as </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">arse licker. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The Pranjal’s law of viva may be applied to everyone else.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif"font-family:";"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif"font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">PS: This law has been drafted on the basis of experimental observations made during my last three years at the wrong side of the table. And as you would have concluded from the taste of this law, those observations haven’t been very merry. And the fact that the sadist butchers at the other side found bliss in our state added insult to injury!! But that was when I had not formed the law. Now that I have formed the law, I too resonate in the bliss of the sadist butchers!! Because as they say- “pain is inevitable but suffering is optional!!”</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-44113082883084399932009-08-13T03:21:00.000-07:002009-08-17T06:50:45.902-07:00Just a little thing mates<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I’ve been itching to write this post since last 4-5 days but have not been able to owing to some unavoidable circumstances. Now that the euphoria has finally subsided, I can write peacefully. Now, now don’t go all ‘kahe ka euphoria kaise unavoidable circumastances’, i know how annoying it is when amateurs like me try to build suspense so I won’t hobble around and get directly to the topic!!<br />So the cause of this euphoria is that yours truly, yes yours truly Pranjal has got placed in Mahindra and Mahindra, FES!! Yeah I know I shouldn’t sound too much pleased with myself but I’m yet to discover another way of speaking this out :) … so bear with meJ.<br />So this post, I am going to tell you all about the whole selection procedure of Mahindra and Mahindra that they followed at my place- National Institute of Technology, Jamshedpur and that they almost certainly follow at all other engineering colleges.<br />So the whole procedure started on the morning of 27th july about 9:15 am, with a PPT-pre placement talk.<br />It was at this ppt, we had our first look at the team that had come to select us for Mahindra and Mahindra. The team had three men and two ladies. Two of the men – Mr. Pramod Lamba and Mr. Sudhir were probably of same age- somewhere in mid fifties and third gentleman Mr. Adarsh choudhary was a bit younger somewhere in mid fourties. But the ladies- miss Ruchi Rawat and miss Soumya Bajpai, seemed stunningly young… I mean could have easily mistaken them for my batch mates had I not been absolutely sure that I know every girl in my batch at least by face!!<br />So it was miss Ruchi who initiated the ppt informing us completely about the selection procedure. She told us that she would be recruiting for both Mahindra and Swaraj division. Then Mr. Pramod, a short portly man got up and guided us on various aspects of Mahindra and Mahindra through the course of a presentation. The presentation was quite interesting, but I remember one thing told to us in the presentation quite clearly… Mahindra and Mahindra holds a total of 42% share of Indian market in FES(farming equipment sector). That piece of statistics swept me off my feet!! Boy, it is an agriculture based economy we are talking about and you have a 42%market share in the FES!! Anyways we were told that we will first have a written, then a group discussion round and then finally personal interview.<br />So immediately after the PPT we were addressed to assemble at the hall 222 for our written test.<br /><strong>Written test</strong><br />Previously I had appeared in two companies (Ashok Leyland and Telcon) and could not even clear the written, so I was particularly anxious about clearing the written. I had studied pretty much the same that I had studied for previous two companies… production technology and ic engines.<br />The paper had two sections-<br />Aptitude (25questions) and<br />Technical (50 questions).<br />The time duration of the test was 75 minutes and there was no negative marking and no sectional cut off. The aptitude was pretty easy… it had questions like “a drum has two holes- one can empty it in 6 minutes and the other can in 9 minutes so how much time will both take to empty it”. Such questions, I take, should be a piece of cake for any average engineering student. I felt Only four questions, based on coding, were difficult which I could not solve and hence I guess marked them [no negative marking!!].<br />Then the technical portion was very tough- I only knew some 12-14 questions out of the 50 completely… so I had to resort to guessing a large chunk of the paper… though most of the guess work was done a bit intelligently, a little bit of wild guess was also involved.<br />Anyways at about 12:30 the written was over and we were free… so I came back, had my lunch and was preparing to sleep around 2:00pm as Rahul Bhardwaj came and told me that I had cleared the written. I was one of the 37(out of nearly 80) people to have qualified the written. Then I was told that I had my Group Discussion round at 4:30. I started preparing for the GD, then had bath, dressed in the formals (I had to borrow hrishikesh’s tie because I had not bought one!!) and reached the training and placement cell of my college.<br /><strong>Group discussion</strong><br />The GD started 20 minutes earlier than its scheduled time. Anyways as we entered I was feeling very nervous. All the members of the HR team were seated there in the GD room. As we entered Mr. Lamba directed us to sit… and we all sat according to the roll numbers assigned to us… and then mr. Lamba and company asked few general questions to help us feel at ease with the GD room environ and calm down the nerves and that certainly helped. Anyways we were provided the topic- Indo-US nuclear deal. I had read a lot on the deal but that was well 7-8 months ago… we were given 2 minutes to think and prepare and so we did. And after two minutes bell rang to indicate the start of discussion I was the first one to speak… I spake, spake did I for one continuous minute when someone interrupted me and the discussion went on. After seven minutes the discussion ended and we all left the room.<br />The GD had gone well but I couldn’t be certain because two or three people in my group had spoken well. Anyways I came back and waited for the result and was not made to for long; for the result came with an hour and I had been called for the interview. Out of a total of 37 who had been selected for the GD, 18 had been called for interview. We were told that 6 people would be interviewed on 27th night itself and remaining 12 the next i.e. 28th and I was among the latter group of people. So I had one full night to prepare for the interview and I tried my best to study… I studied a little bit of IC engine but couldn’t study much… tried to study a little bit of industrial management and failed. So finally resorted to calling nidhi, my cousin who has this amazing ability to sooth your nerves even if you have a raging storm of nerves inside you. I can’t remember after talking to nidhi but certainly couldn’t study but yeah I kept the IC engine book OPEN in front of me to feel as if I were studying. And finally I decided to sleep at 2 and turned off the lights but again I couldn’t sleep until it was 3:30 and even when I slept o slept badly… got up early at 7.<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>The interview</strong><br />In morning I got up, had bath and got ready by 9 am and left for the TAP cell by 10 am. I had heard that the interviewers are mainly asking HR questions so I framed up some questions in mind and tried to answer myself but again, failed. I had taken a book of industrial management with me; I tried to study that and again gave up. I was nervous like anything… I was trying to calm myself, but couldn’t. I tried to ward off all those horrible thoughts coming in the mind and this time I succeeded. I thought just what my dad had told me “zyada se zyada kya hoga?? Nahi lenge… koi maar to denge nahi!! Fir try karna” and that helped… my dad is a genius I reflected. Then out came (from the interview room) Gaurav Prateek who was scheduled just before me and it was my turn.<br />The bell rang and in went Pranjal Srivastava. I asked if I could come in and was asked to enter and then sit down. Then Mr. Lamba asked me “srivastva jeee… pehle ye bataiye kaha se hain ap??” I told them I am from azamgarh, UP. The panel laughed a bit, and asked me if I knew what azamgarh is famous for. O told them it is famous for literary personalities and scholars like moulana shibli nomani, kaifi aazmi and rahul sankrityayan and then also told them that lately it has been in news for bomb blast accused and other terrorist activities to which Mr. Sudhir(one of the panel members) told me that it was only famous for that(terrorists)!!<br />Anyways interview carried on and I was asked why should they take me only seeing that they had 18 options available and I told them the usual I was enthusiastic, have the attitude of a sportsperson and blah blah… which may be a bit cliché but is true. I made sure that I followed each quality that I claimed to have, with an example which revealed that quality. This answer I had prepared beforehand, so I felt I did a good job answering it. Many such questions followed but there are two questions I remember distinctly.<br />First one was if I wanted to go for higher studies. Miss Ruchi asked me if I would go for M.Tech, MBA or anything else. This question I had tried a lot prepare but could not decide on a binary (yes/no) answer. So I told them what I felt honestly. I told them that I want to progress in the company… I would work hard and expect promotion but if after a certain stage I feel that I am unable to climb up the ladder and an MBA has become essential to reach my goal I would go for MBA, but if I am satisfied with my job and progress I would continue to work. Then Mr. Sudhir said “but your father is a PhD !!” I told them that my dad saw himself in a teaching career so he went to higher studies and he had an interest in research so he did a PhD and that I saw myself in industry so I would opt for industry to which they seemed to be satisfied and I got a “good”.<br />Then the second stand out question was a hypothetical situation. Mr Lamba asked “suppose you are working really hard and still you have not been promoted for two years. What will you do?” “tricky one” I thought and again decided to go by instincts. I told them the honest thing that I’d do. I told them “sir, I would go back to the basics, try and diagnose the problem and then rectify it.” But Mr.Lamba intervened “no no! according to you, you are working really good” I then thought a bit and said “sir, if I am not being promoted, there has to be reason for it. In such a case, I’ll start doubting my credentials as that particulars post holder. Then I’ll go to my seniors responsible for promotion and try to discuss with them the problems in my work and that how can I be more productive company and get promoted” and again this seemed to satisfy them… again I got a “good” from Mr. Sudhir and I knew I had nailed it J.<br />The whole interview had only single technical question asked by Mr. Adarsh Choudhary.<br />He asked me which subject was my favorite. I told him IC engine. Then he laughed and said “why does everyone say IC engine??” I told him “I think it’s because it is pretty easy.” Then he said “ask me a question on IC engine” and I obliged by asking “what is the difference b/w a spark ignition and compression ignition engine?” and then he said “now answer this.” Feeling elated I promptly answered this question because anyone who has studied only the introduction chapter in any book on IC engine would answer this even in sleep. Miss soumya then asked ki what would happen if a diesel engine was fed with petrol. On this question I told a whole lot of engineering- petrol has high auto ignition temp which won’t be achieved hence no combustion would take place. So the chemical energy of fuel won’t be converted to mechanical energy and hence no work would be done rendering the whole practice quite useless!!<br />Now in final moments of interview Miss Ruchi asked me if I had any problems in travelling. Again I trusted my instinct and gave her the honest answer that I had no problems in travelling for 7-8 years now, that is until I get married but after I’m married it won’t be possible for me to travel that frequently!! Then Mr. Lamba asked “nothing in pipeline for marriage?” and I laughed and replied that I didn’t have any girl friend so nothing was there in pipeline. Again Miss Ruchi asked me if I was open to working anywhere and again my response was affirmative.<br />Then I was told that I could go… and I came out of interview hall feeling that I had put up good show and stood a real good chance to get the job. But even then I was a little bit skeptical.<br />And then they decided to give us the results for our interview and again I was nervous like anything. But then they gave the result and it turned out that Pranjal Srivastava had got the job, and I went on an exploration to search the heavens for levels of clouds beyond the cloud nine!!<br />And finally on this cool august night as I sit on the roof of my hostel, completing this post, I have a job!!<br /><br />PS: This post was written some 8 days back and I have got an opportunity to post it today only because of the internet problem there at our hostel!!</span>Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-21616564570476539132009-05-21T18:26:00.000-07:002009-11-28T03:47:05.440-08:00till now<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sorry for being late…</span></span></span></b><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-tab-count:1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My end semester exams have been over ever since last Friday but somehow I did not get time to scribble in. ok time for updates… u might be thinking on the lines of “lucky bastard!! Exams over, must be havin fun”… well if you were thinking on those lines you couldn’t be more incorrect. This summer I have to do a vocational training as a part of my b.tech curriculum and that’s what I am doing these days. The fact that I am doing my VT here in Tata Steel, Tubes Division in jamshedpur means that I have to live here in Jamshedpur even during the summer vacations and it sucks big time!! Rub salt to the wound, I have to drive approx 16 km daily to reach tubes division, that too by 9:30 in morning.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Anyways but there are a few positives though… I am starting to have a feel of the industry and how the stuff is done here and also I get to peep in my future because I can almost visualize myself doing whatever the engineers are doing here in tubes division, in coming two years or so.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So this Monday I went to tubes division and I was told that I’d be doing my training under Mr. Santosh in ‘Precision tubes mills’. So I was taken to meet Santosh sir. When we reached his office, he was not there… most probably have been in the mill or some meeting. So we sat there in his office and waited for him to come. The office was a decent sized air conditioned room with various files neatly stacked in the racks. On walls are graphs regarding some aspects of production in previous years, altogether it was not at all how I expected the room of an engineer to be. We are such messy people… I expected it to untidy with files cluttered here and there but the scene was totally otherwise… he seemed quite an organized person. In my mind I was picturing a devilishly strict person who would torment us for the rest of our training.</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Then in came he-Mr. Santosh with one of his colleagues, Mr. Kaushik Pathak and I was surprised to see that he was very pleasant personality. Then Mr. Santosh turned to us and after a formal introduction, began to chalk out the plan for our training and it turned out that he indeed is a very organized and focused person. Now as he was going on a leave from the very next day, he introduced us to Mr. S.K Lal who would take care of our training until he comes back(which is on 25</span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">th</span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> of this month). Mr. Lal is another very dedicated person.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The one most important thing that I have learned in only three days of this training is that how to remain dedicated to your firm… each and single guy is so focused and dedicated to his job that it seems almost unbelievable. And then they are very helpful too… yesterday when we went there in the PT mill, we had some questions regarding 2” mill and 3” mill and asked Mr. Pathak and he promptly agreed to answer our queries. We sat in his office for some 45minutes and kept hurling questions at him regarding technical details of mills and he patiently kept answering them all. I was completely bowled over with his command on the each and every fine detail of the whole mill!!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Times New Roman","serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Anyways that’s all for now… I’d put the whole process of making pipes from steel sheets on this blog some day when I am completely thorough with the process and I have time… its very long and tedious process u know! Anyways</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">‘jai ram ji ki’</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-54053323492626943742009-04-17T11:57:00.000-07:002009-11-28T03:56:19.921-08:00oh damn it!!<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Have you ever been tortured by someone so much that you finally decided to document your feelings of loathe and repulsion about him in written form? Well, yours truly is just now going through the agonizing experience, and the cause is </span></span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">summer</span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">. Yeah you heard it right summer- the season. It is mid April and the summer is already here in Jamshedpur. It’s hot and it’s scorching hot. I hate it. Of the two extreme seasons- winter and summer, I hate summer most. The reason?? Well it is simple, during winter u can cope up with sweater, jacket and all but in summer… there is simply no escape… keep drinking lots of water, cold drinks, sherbet etc and nothing would work. It’s nearly midnight and I have just had bath, my third time today. Bathing is one of my desperate attempts to ward off heat and the better among the worse methods.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Given the water crisis the world is facing, I try to save water during winters by taking bath once in a week or more… but during summer; all that hard work goes in vain when I have to take bath 3-4 times daily. This season shouldn’t have been there in the calendar… God!! You should have researched on "what my children like" a bit more before bestowing them with this frivolous present of a season.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Some people like summer… they say it’s the best season, it brings mangoes. I say “damn you summer”, “damn you mangoes” and “damn you summer supporters”. I hate it… so what it brings mangoes… i wouldn’t trade my sleep for a superfluously sweet, yellow fruit. I can’t even sleep properly in this heat.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And to add insult to injury, my room is on the top floor of the hostel. So damn hot it is… it’s like I’ve lost my mind and have sat in a god damned oven. And the college doesn’t even allow us to have coolers in our room!!(as if my dad would have bought me one if college allowed!!).</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This heat makes me wish I lived in the era of cavemen… at least I could walk around naked, I mean everybody would. That may be effective to counter the heat. That is the only stone that I have left unturned searching for relief from heat because u know… when you live in a hostel or any society in 2009 AD, you cannot just walk around naked flaunting your things.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I guess this much is enough… I feel my heart getting light… I have vented out my anger and frustration cropping up from not being able to sleep and you have read it all. I guess I should have a bath again and try to sleep.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Signing off… adios.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-456631804434588542009-03-16T02:54:00.000-07:002009-11-28T05:49:05.346-08:00happy holi all(belated)<div>dt-07/03/2009</div><div>"KA HO BHAIYYA, PAN KHAIBA KA?" a panwallah asks me this as i come out of Varanasi cantt. railway station as if he was distributing pan not selling it, and i know that I have finally arrived Varanasi. </div><div>for ur information... the exams have thankfully ended :) and ecstasy would be the right word to</div><div>describe my feeling. And that i have arrived varanasi- the oldest city on planet earth,raises this emotion to the power of two. So ask me "how are you feeling right now Pranjal??" and i'd reply"ECSTATIC^2!!" [yeah i know that joke sucked :d... i'm pathetic with them!!]. This city varanasi is seriously wonderful... and it being so close to my hometown Azamgarh adds to the flavour. The people here are completely mast with their PAns in mouth... even autowallah will ask you " bhaiyya dlw, maduadih??", with that pan filled in mouth and if you are not accustomed to being talked to in this fashion, it is almost inevitable that u'll not uderstand that the autowallah is even talkin!! by the time u recognise to ur utter disbelief that this pan in mouth gruntle was supposed to be the autowallah talking, he would have gone presuming that u don't want to go on the route of DLW/maduadih. But anyways i simply love this typical accent, dialect and mannerism.</div><div>People generally associate this Pan thing with varanasi only but this is common for the whole </div><div>eastern Uttar Pradesh (if not whole eastern UP then at least the Awadh region of eastern UP...</div><div>including the districts of Varanasi, Jaunpur, Faizabad, Sultanpur, Allahabad, Azamgarh etc.) So whenerver some Panwallah uses this pick up line " ka ho bhaiyya, pan khaiba ka??" anywhere be it UP or (accidentally) outside UP, i can't help saying " theek ba marde laga da ek the meetha pan" (ok man... make one meetha pan). Another thing associated here with people in UP is that they are completely mast... they don't easily get tensed(well... exceptions do exist!!). And icing on the cake is that this being the holi season everyone is in the typical holi mood. So i'm loving being here right now. Anyways let me enjoy this season and the hometown leisures and thanks for reading hopeless braying of Pranjal completely again.</div><div>hope to write soon... till then,</div><div>*mouth filled with pan* "JAI RAM JI KI"</div><div><br /></div><div>PS: as i am home these days i don't have free 24*7 internet access which enjoy at college... these</div><div>posts will be uploaded a bit Late... that's why I've put date on top so that u can know the correct</div><div>date of post being written ;).</div><div><br /></div>Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-86632081277688406952009-02-20T22:35:00.000-08:002009-02-20T23:03:48.774-08:00a sigh of relief<div>Oh God... finally!!! finally we- the mechanical engineers have something to cheer about. Today, when i woke up and took the newspaper lying there in front of door in my room, i saw some statistics on the front page and trust me freinds, the such was the effect of those statistics that it made me grin wide fron ear to ear ;). The article said that there are strong turnaround hopes for the key economic sectors viz; steel, cement, auto,food and beverage. </div><div><br /></div><div>The data provided says that after a dip in last quarter of 2008, steel is back on his growing trends with 4.2% growth in this quarter.The cement industry has seen a whopping 10% more growth in december 2008 than november. But the most the most growth has been recorded in automobile sector-my favourite sector from the perspective of a future mechanical engineering professional. The passenger vehicles gerw at an exponential 32% and also the commercial vehicles saw huge increase figures of 23%. The FMCGs (fast moving consumer goods) showed a growth of 26.4% in year on year figures for quarters ending on december 31, 2008. Even the rail freightshowed an increasing trend in december 2008 by climbing to 7% after declining to 2.3% in oct-nov 2008.</div><div>The power sector, everyone knows is never going to go under loss because of its perennial and perpetual demand. </div><div>The figures are encouraging... at least they do provide hope to us mechanical engineering 3rd year students who are going to appear in campus interviews this year. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and banking on these figures that when I pass out from this great </div><div>college, NIT-JAMSHEDPUR, I surely will have at least one job in my pocket(if not two or three).</div><div>God bless us all job aspirants!!</div><div>'JAI RAM JI KI'</div>Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-82224361724546067632008-11-06T06:13:00.000-08:002008-11-06T06:42:53.206-08:00results outresults of the internship interview that i talked about in previous post are out... Rakesh as expected gets the internship... prabal looses out on this opportuntiy though.<br />koi bat nahi prabal, it's just a matter of time when u get placed in a one of the top companies visiting our campus...<br />Another dear freind of mine... Rahul auddy also got the internship. Congos to u both!! more success is here to follow u people. neways itz party time now and me off celebrating...Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-3242527161639620052008-11-05T23:40:00.000-08:002008-11-06T00:46:37.138-08:00<p>doston...today TATA steel has come in college for selecting us, 3rd year(b.tech) students for internship. They had provided us with the forms earlier in october which we had filled and submitted and now they studied the forms, shortlisted the forms which they found suitable according to their requirments and they have called the shortlisted guys for interviews. i have not been shortlisted [:(] and so i sit here on my laptop in my room in hall of residence-I writing this blog. I'm not even feelin hungry though it is 1:15 in afternoon despite of the fact that i'm one big bhukkad sort of a person. but the positive side is that two of my best freinds (Prabal and Rakesh) have been short listed though. The latter who also has been my roomie for first two year of my college is the topper of our batch in our branch. Now they sit there in the training and placement cell of our college waiting for their turn for interview... i wish them luck. </p><p>this guy Prabal, has nearly 2% of share in all the gray matter present on this planet!! Now that he is so brainy there is a high probability that he gets selected as an intern. If he gets selected, i would be the happiest man apart from him and and his family. There is a small story describing the reason of my glee in case he gets selected, which goes like this...</p><p>last night i was feeling really sleepy so i slept early ie, at 11 in night(i usually sleep by 2 am). At nearly 12, Prabal came and knocked at my door, i got irritated, why on earth does he have to wake me up at 12:00 when i've told him that i'm goin to sleep. anyways i got up and opened the door. there was he standing in front of me with his specs on. then he said " abe pranjal kal 6 baje uth jana sabere" (hey pranjal wake up at 6 tomorrow). I said "kyu??"(why??). prabal says " abe ghar chalana hai mere sare certificates ghar par hi hain aur kal to wo chahiye honge"(man i gotta go to my home coz all my certis are there and i'd require them tomorrow). i was like" goodness me, u r so sharp!! u remembered this". Prabal is a localite and his house is at telco collony nearly 15 km fom our college and he doesn't know how to drive and i do. so he asked me to take him to his home and i had no option but to oblige. i woke up in morning went to hostel-G to fetch bike from one other freind of mine Fareed. He gave me the keys, i took the keys and drove prabal to his home. we were there for nealy half an hour till he got all his certificates and meanwhile i feasted upon the delicious breakfast made by his mum. So by the time we returned(taking print outs of our CV's) it 9:30 already, the time for preplacemnt talk. we got ready in a hurry and went for the ppt. Thankfully it had not yet started by the time we were there. We were breifed about the internship program and then the list of short listed candidates was declared and his name was there. so i thought "chalo yar itani bhag doud kisi kam to ayi"(ok, at least this running around serves some purpose). then when i knew my name is not there i came back to hostel from academic builiding.</p><p>then our Rakesh is brilliance personified. He is supremely talented and the fact that he once got a grade of 9.76 out of 10 is in itself the testimony of the fact that he is brilliant. he also has a good personality and is a thoughtful speaker. As i already said earlier he is also our topper so he also has a high probabilty of getting the internship. So i'm keepin ma fingures crossed in hope and anticipation. i sincerely hope these both get selected coz i'm lookin forward for two huge treats at the 'novelty' (our fav if not the best restraunt in jamshedpur). God bless them.</p><p>will post again when the results are out. till then...</p><p align="center">"Jai ram ji ki!!"</p>Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506991459788866179.post-20265835989588728812008-11-04T22:49:00.000-08:002008-11-04T23:07:59.059-08:00<p>Hi folks- this is what our normal indian engineering student would have said. but i'm more of a namste kind of a guy... so NAMSKAR BHAI LOGO!!!</p><p>but guys i'm a beginner so in order to get a bit more readership i would write in english for timebeing but i promise i'll start blogging in hindi <u>once and if</u> my blog gets popular.</p><p>guys this happens to be my first post... i'm pretty much of a beginner so dunno what to write in here but i'll be back within 12 hours or so with something hopefully interesting to tell u[i'll think it's interesting at least but u may as in general is the case, differ] </p><p>to tata, bye bye and sayonara..</p>Fattehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15114419625401533767noreply@blogger.com1