Nov 5, 2009

SUBMISSION OBSERVATIONS

I have a thing for different processes' in Engineering Colleges. Last year it was VIVAS. This time I want to throw light on process that student-teachers practice jointly during SUBMISSIONS

1. Submissions can never take place in the time slot assigned. If a time slot of 9-11 is assigned, submissions will start at 10.30 and will continue for the rest of the day.

2. First question you are asked after your journal is signed is - Kaunsa grade aaya.
A typical conversation would involve
A: Kya grade diya
B: A+
A: Mereko toh A hie diya rey. Mera impression acha hai na (:P expression on his face)
B: Lowest grade toh C+ hai rey. Aur tereko pata hai kya, Person X itna chatta tha, lekin fir bhi B+ hie grade mila.
C: Arey A, usne kya viva liya kya?
A: Nahi rey, kuch dekha bhi nahi.Ekdum mast sign kiya journal par.

3. You start writing you write-ups only 1 week before yout submissions. 

4. The 'paper management' that an engineering student can do is  unbeatable. Consider you have 5 subjects, 8 write ups per subject and 4 pages per write up. That makes it 5*8*4 pages/papers. First part of management is asking for journal sheets/assignments sheets from your friends. Second part is filling the sheet with whatever crap you want to. Third part is sharing that crap with friends for them to fill up their sheet. Fourth part of management is getting all those sheets from your friends and arranging them in a particular order. 

Ask anyone else to do this in a span of 1 week and you'd know the difference. :P

5. Drawing diagrams: The LHS of your journal sheet is always meant to be left blank untill the last day. You never draw your diagrams when you write your write-up. You keep it till the end.  

Others will be added later. :P


Oct 28, 2009

David Shepherd dies :-(

I don't know why but I'm sad that David Shepherd is no more. He was one of the best umpires I've seen officiating in a cricket match. I still remember his jump when the score used to be 111,222 and so on. I'm sad because I remember in 12th, I once had an argument with a friend when she claimed that Umpire David Shepherd had died and she was quite confident about it when it was some English County cricketer with the same name who had died. The first thing when I read this news, I sms'd her about his death. :-(

His pragmatic approach earned him respect from not only players but cricket fans like me as well. 

My condolonces to David Shepherd's family. 

May his soul rest in peace. :-(

Oct 17, 2009

How?

Two years and 3 months and I have not enjoyed the days I used to. The fun I used to have. The enthusiasm lacks. The smile I sported. I no longer want to get out of my house and enjoy the day. The whole festive feel is missing. 

Here is the question: Why?

9-5 schedule, no vacation and of late - Monday tests are the main reason.  

I have college from 9 in the morning to 5 in the evening every single day except Saturdays' and Sundays'. I remember as a child how excited I used to be about Ganpati, but the last 3 ganpatis, before I can actually enjoy it, its time for visarjan. I used to visit the ganpati mandal from my old colony at least three times in the span of 10 days even after I shifted from there to this new place. Last 3 years, I have been in engineering and I can't find time to go there at all. At the end of the day, at 5 pm I am too tired to actually go to my old colony and then get back home to get to college the next morning. Of course, bunking would do, but its not always feasible. This year, Ganesh Chaturthi could not be enjoyed because of Monday tests. It was just the second monday test and being totally unprepared was not something that anyone in the college followed, though late on, we were used to coming for the test totally unaware of the syllabus. The whole Ganesh festival feel is missing. You have your daily routine and the routine is too taxing to allow you to enjoy any festival.

Diwali - During school days, a 20 day break meant that Diwali was thoroughly enjoyed. Now, we have 4 days holiday for Diwali, only public holidays are given off and other off days are compensated with us working on Saturdays. Why cannot even engineering students be given at least a weeks off for Diwali. Any ways the holiday wouldn't help because Diwali coming during submission time means that we have loads of pending work. I am not blaming any one for this situation but something has to change. We need to be allowed to enjoy at least some days in a year. Many feel that the in 4 years of engineering, every day should be devoted for academics alone. And the many don't include students. Earlier after Dassera, I used to wait eagerly for Diwali and now even before I realise, Diwali is already here. Gone are the days, I used to wait for the day I used to buy new clothes. Now, I need to find time to go and buy them. Around a year or 2 earlier, I was ready with new set of clothes 15 days in advance and now I went out and got shirts for myself on the day of Dhanatrayodashi or Dhanteras.  

I can't even enjoy New Years' Eve. Exams from December 1st week to January 1st week mean that new years even cannot be enjoyed. Though, we friends do meet up it would be so different if we didn't have exams going on. 

I want to enjoy all the above days. 

My question: How??

Oct 13, 2009

THOSE OF YOU WHO DIDN'T VOTE

YOU SUCK 


(and this doesn't include people who went to the polling booth and were told they cannot vote)

Sep 20, 2009

Long time since a blog update. I can't think of anything to fill in this space. A few months back, I could at least boast of having an active blog. Now, I can't do that either. :-(

SOMEBODY HELP!!! 

Jul 2, 2009

RANDOM PUNE STUFF

Pune - My second home. If I ain't in Mumbai, 90% of the times I will be spending my time @ Pune. I just love Pune and (not quite) the people there except ofcourse my cousins which is the primary reason I go to Pune in the first place. 

Some random Pune crap. Some incidents.

The day after I gave my MH-CET to get into 4 years of jail. 

I had booked a ticket for the 10.30 am MSRTC Shivneri bus to Pune from Chembur Maitry Park. I'm punctual except if it comes to meeting up with friends. If we schedule to meet at 6.30, I will reach at 6.45 and still be the first person. On this day, I reached Maitry Park at 10.10 am. There is this bus which reaches Maitry Park at 10.15. Another Shivneri and I'm asked by the driver for my ticket. I tell him that I have a 10.30 bus ticket. He tells me to get onto the bus and directs me to the last seat which is very very uncomfortable. I curse my decision to board this bus when I have a 10.30 bus ticket which guaranteed me seat number 1 (the one behind the driver) . It is certainly comfortable than the last seat on the bus. I cursed and cursed. For 30 mins. I was still unhappy with myself. 

I reach Pune and then hear the news that the 10.30 bus met with an accident and the driver died in the accident.  Anything could have happened to me. I might have escaped with minor injuries or would have had permanent defects or died as well. Anything! 

That day I thanked God. A government bus driver asks me to board the bus for which I had no ticket. This might never happen with any govt. agency but it happened with me and I escaped an accident. 

Pune and CADB

No! I'm not talking about mechanical engineering stuff. It's chocolate that I'm talking about. 

Chocolate Ice cream + Chocolate Milkshake (with butter) + grated chocolate. 

Glass 3/4th the size of beer glasses they show during cricket and football matches in spectators hands. 

Price: Rs 30/- only

Awesome stuff!!! 

Some more Pune incidents/stuff later!! 


May 10, 2009

FUN WITH NAMES

Bored of your name, here's some fun stuff with names. 

My friend ranjit came up with these awesome 3 comedy questions with my name.

What will Harshad's possesive girl friend tell everybody?
That he is HER-shad.

What will you call Harshad when he makes a mistake?
ERR-shad

What will you say when you want Harshad to lose badly?
HARR-shad

I came up with 3 more to counter him. His name is Ranjit Warrier.

How will you inform Ranjit about a war?
Ranjit WAR-HERE.

Ranjit scored a run of the last ball of the match and won it.  What is it?
RAN-N-JEET.

Ranjit is wearing a baniyan. How do you say it in marathi?
GANJIT

And now over to others who read my blog.  Atleast I assume they read it.

You want Rishkul to keep quiet. What do you say?
SSHH-kul

Siddharth is in midst of a big problem. How do you tell it to others?
Siddharth in Deep-shit (His surname is Deekshit)

You want Kirti to make something out of coconut. What do u tell her?
Kirti Khobra-kar. (Her surname is Khopkar)

How does a person form Tamil Nadu tell Shraddha to shred coconut?
Sherd-DA

Chinmay Kamath is doing some work. How do you tell it to others?
Chinmay Kaamat.  (Marathi mai padho)

You don't want Chinmay Kamath to eat. What do you tell him?
Chimay Kha-Mat.

How does a bowler tell Nikit to edge the ball?
Nick-it.

Sreyashi is in love with a guy named Sreyash. What does she say?
I want Sreyash-hi.
(Btw Sreyashi is the co-autheor of this blog named Sneha)

You dont want Saransh Makwana to visit your place. What do you ay?
Saransh Mat-Anna.

You want to call Adhitya Iyer. How do you do it?
AYE-YAAR Adhitya



All this was done in 10 minutes flat. Once I get more, I'll post them. 

Any resembelence to any character, living or dead is purely intentional. :P


May 8, 2009

Was going to update my blog but....

It was a period of 3 months where I didn't update my blog. A number of post's half written and later deleted. Its not like people wait for me to update my blog, but I want to do it myself. A list of post's I left half wirtten or just didnt start.

1. Industrial Visit : It was a 10 day trip and almost everyone who reads my blog had come for the IV, so no point writing about it. Though I wrote a poem, but it was something not everyone knew about. Hope you liked the poem. ;)

2. Mumbai Indians (before IPL began) : Its good I didn't write about it  then. I would have written, "what a well balanced side Mumbai are and how they were certain to be in the semis." IPL began, in its middle stages, and we are having a competition with KKR over which team sucks more. I'm a die hard fan of Mumbai Indians, and will always be. All football lovers, what EPL is to you, IPL is to me. Want to have an argument over it, I'm ready!

3. Mumbai University and how it manages to suck more as enter SE, and so on: Really don't need to elaborate more on this, but seriously, its boring to keep abusing the system now. Let's be a part and try to suck more than what our system sucks.

4. Description of all my FRIENDS : I still have hald the article on my blog profile. It would be tooo gayish to do it. Sorry, its not something I am comfortable doing.   

5. Politics : I can still write, but that would be giving too much importance to politicians in India. I have immense respect for Manmohan Singh, P Chidambaram and Pranab Mukharjee. That's it. No one else. But I support BJP as a party just because they don't have reservations on their ajenda. Sorry LK ji, I would'nt like you as the PM but would like your party rule. You just don't have a good candidate as your PM candidate.

6. College Fest: Nothing to take home. College festivals in engineering colleges aren't the best just because for participation you'd need non-engg students who have exams when we have fests. And we need the support of the college, which the students never get. 

7. Times Now : It's the english version of India TV. Need I say more? 

That's it! 6 half written articles and later deleted. There were actually more than 6, but even I have forgotten about them. 

Saw Mi Shivajiraje Bhosle Boltoy yesterday. The message given is very good. Instead of blaming others for their problems, Maharashtrians should try to solve their problems themselves. Why blame the Shetty's who have hotels or Gujjus who have started business's in Mumbai or Biharis who are ready to come here and do jobs which Maharashtrians aren't ready to do. Yes we need no slums, but Maharashtrians should try and find the solution themselves instead of driving away the migrants from Mumbai. Would not like to again get into it, so leaving the topic right there. 

BTW, everyone plese read fake IPL player blog. He is an awesome writer. 

Apr 24, 2009

THINGS

A post after a long time - almost one entire semester.  So many ups and downs this SEM and finally have the big test starting 28th April, 2009. 

Had a very good IV in Jan follwed by some boring lectures initially after which we found a new term - electronics giri meaning doing nothing. We hardly had college. I don't remember me sitting one entire day of college. May be just 2-3 days when we had all lectures and practicals - the rest were electronics giri days. I would sincerely like to thank the SPIT electronics faculty for the fun I had this SEM. But travelling 1 hr to reach college and realising you have had only 1 hr of college in the entire day is not somthing you'd like, even I didn't.  I remember the canteen trips. We went to the canteen a minimum of thrice daily and had nothing there. 
i)Go and come back.
ii)Go and mayb have chaas/misal and come back.
iii)Go and come back.
Went to the Bhavan's canteen quite a lot of times and had amazing Alu and Tikki Chaat there. Bhavans canteen is way way better than SPCE one. 

Realised quite a lot of things. The first being I can't do people (Chinmay u can sue me for copyright infringement :P). I just am not comfortable with people I have met just once or twice. It takes me a minimum of 2-3 months to be comfortable with people and that too only if I am with them 5-6 hrs on a regular basis. Probably due to this nature many people have thought that I have lots of attitude, I am khadus, et al. During my school days, I wasn't comfortable talking to people of the opposite sex - now how am I to blame for it? I am not too comfortable even now - but thanx to orkut and yahoo messenger the situation has improved a lot. A couple of my friends admitted later that they felt I had loads of attitude just because I never spoke to them or I ignored them. (Pls dont thing they were ga-ga over  me or something like that :P)  The friends being from my jr. college. But thing have certainly changed now. Shraddha admitted today she felt I was khadus and later added I still am - I have no comments :P .  Anyone reading this blog and having felt that I hav loads of attitude and stuff like that, it because I am shy and no other thing. I just cant do people. 

IITians aren't great. Realised this thanx to our mini-project guide. They sleep, can't teach if there is no AC and think they are just too smart. 

I am short of topics. People who take the pain of reading my articles must be happy.  (Yeh waise bhi faltu likhta hai toh padhkar kya faayda likhneka :P)



Mar 22, 2009

The Unsinkable Bond

She sipped her coffee, rested her elbow on the table and stared at the plants outside her window. She took a deep breath and said to herself, “I have to arrive at some decision. I have to make a choice”.

How she wished the world would come to a still. How she wished everything around her would just stop moving. There are so many questions revolving around her head. “Why does it have to be me….Haven’t I given my best to this relationship?” Perhaps this is life. You don’t know what’s right or wrong. You just have to come to a decision. A decision which will in turn, decide your future.

Priya still remembers the time when it had all started. The hospital, the surroundings, the chaos in and around every ICU. It was all still alive in her mind. She could still hear, see and feel everything. She still remembers the time. The time when the doctor arrived and announced, “Priya, I’m afraid. You have a huge responsibility coming. You sister has been diagnosed with moderate mental retardation.”

The world turned upside down. Everything around her went blurred making her feel dizzy. She felt paralyzed. The doctor of course need not explain what the disorder is. Being a psychology student, she knew everything. She knew she had to take care of her sister herself and be with her day and night. She didn’t know what to feel. She was just helpless. But the only thing she knew was, to be prepared for the worst.

Years glided by since that day. Priya loved her mother and her sister. She gave her best to cure her sister or at least not to make her condition worse. How she loved to look at her day and night. Her sister, lovingly called Angela, was charming in her own way. Priya just loved to attend to her, to teach her, to play with her. Not a moment came when she felt her sister was a burden. While others sympathized with her, she considered her little sister as a blessing. For her, she was the angel in the family. Then the day came when her responsibility had grown further. She became all alone. Her mentor, her idol, her mother was gone. Oh, how she dreaded that day. Her mind went numb. Her only solace, her support would no longer be with her. Once again, her family was reduced to two.

But then, Priya was a strong lady. Her mother had never let her feel the absence of her father. She was raised like a boy. “The matured of the lot” - she had got used to this statement – from school, to college, to work. How this made her so proud. Priya was the wall to her mother. Ever since her father left, her mother had gone through the worst. Watching her mother crying to sleep everyday made her feel helpless. “Can’t I help my mother to move on?” – was the question she would ask herself. That’s when she decided to be a psychologist. Having immense empathy towards others, she was ‘the chosen one’ in this field. Success came to her way easily. Her confidence, dignity, her personality was charming. She walked like she ruled the world. Her smile could make a raging bull jump into the pool of happiness. Her sense of independence made the men go weak in their knees. She was like a magnet. People would be drawn towards her in no time. That’s the time she found her soul mate-Nikhil. He was just the perfect for her. He was her strength. How he comforted her. How he made her feel at ease. He was the only support to her now, the support in raising her sister. In a blink, he became her life.

And there he goes – “I want you to shift your sister to a mentally challenged home”. Could she hear him right? Is it Nikhil? The same Nikhil who had once said, “No matter what, you should always look after your sister yourself and I’ll be there with you”? Her hand trembled. “Do you even know what you are saying”? Then came forth her options – whether she wants him or her sister (who would very soon leave this world too). The words felt like bullets in her ears. How could she leave Angela? She was her sister, her sole responsibility. The bond which she shared was indescribable. What about Nikhil? Why did he leave her in this turmoil? Why had he made those promises when they were never meant to be fulfilled? She had no answers. Nikhil had simply refused to give any. She just knew she had to come to a decision.

Staring at the plants today, sipping coffee, Priya realized the time has come to arrive at a decision. But she was unable to do so. Suddenly there came a hand gripping her shoulders from behind. She looked around and saw her sister. Angela’s eyes were twinkling. It was screaming with joy saying – “I know you’ll be there with me”. Priya took her onto the lap and hugged her. She hugged her like never before. It’s strange how people who are called “mentally challenged” are so purer at heart than the so-called ‘unchallenged’ ones. Perhaps this is when we are at our best. When our mind is like a child and loses that shrewdness which makes us adults. Without a second’s thought she took her phone and typed – “I’ve made my decision. Let’s not cross our paths again”.

That night she went for a walk by the sea face. It was pitch dark. She didn’t know how long it had been since she kept staring at the waves crashing on the shore. Time to time, the cool breeze slapped her by the face. She was devoid of all emotions. The clouds growled, the lightning above the sea made the whole surrounding picturesque. She walked. She walked like a new person. Her body, her soul was numb. Suddenly she felt the rain. The rain which made her see life from a different perspective. The rain which kissed her with love gently. The heavy breeze made the trees bow down to her – for being the way she was. Yes, she was alive once again. Her dignity, her self-respect bloomed like an immortal flower. She was free, in love with life, with herself. She understood the secret – the bond of the sisterly love. The bond for which she is still living. The bond unsinkable.

Jan 23, 2009

PROBABILITY


It is almost impossible for such a question to appear in a MATHEMATICS QUESTION PAPER!!!!

We were made to write this stuff during our Maths lecture on Probability. The prof. even said it is a very important question! :-|





What is the probability that the professor knows what to teach?? Probably 0 (zero) :P



Jan 19, 2009

A poem on a specific incident during the IV.

The Contrive 

Everything was done 
when they arrived in a van;

Four of them with torch and backpack,
To check everyone in the pack;

With torch in someones hand,
People ran towards their camp;

The four went about with their plan,
Which was unknown to the people in the clan;

The went into every tent,
to check for inebriant;

Presence of inebriant was very much there,
It made no difference to people who weigh;

Everything that remained,
No one knows what happened.