Dont study today!

Today is Saraswathi pooja or the day of the year when Godess of education Saraswathy audits and inspects the progress made by every student and blesses everyone to have a good year ahead.

This is a part of the Indian tradition and it has been religiously followed by most of the people who believe in Hinduism.

But believe it or not, when all government institutions like banks had holiday, NITT worked!
We had to go to class!

The funniest part is that last year even the college records and stuf were presented for this pooja but this time they have decided to work harder than seek blessing by not working!
Lage raho NITT!!!

THE END OF AN ERA!

Revolution is in the blood of the people of West Bengal. Kerala and WB are the only Indian states where strikes, bandh and hartals are still so frequent occurrences. In that context, I find there is a lot common to these two places. Another thing i admire from this place is Sourav Ganguly.

If there is someone who has dramatically changed the way Indian cricket, it is dada. In an advertisement in yesterday's newspaper i saw RBS tell TENDULKAR, its brand ambassador, to be the one who changed the way the game is played. true! but if there is any mention of who changed the face of Indian cricket and made its presence felt strongly it was Ganguly. Tendulkar was a failure when given this task!

As a skipper, he did the magnificent task of identifying the best talent and provide them the platform. All the youngsters of today's team were his picks. And after Kapil he is the one who has got India closest to the World Cup.

In spite of all the things, he was dropped, insulted, mocked but like a phoenix, true to his style, he arouse and made a grand re-entry into the test team.
these days he is being monitored and analysed every match, every innings.
Sure its disgusting to play under such conditions,and he's gonna quit.

Ah! when has the BCCI ever bothered. They severed ties with Kapil Dev after making him cry in public at the Karan Thapar show and insulting him in different ways. Now with Ganguly they threw him in and out of the team until he has come up to a conclusion that its better getting out before the board goes even harsh!

Adieu Ganguly. We will miss your class and arrogance that define you and your boys!
Indian team will never be the same without the PRINCE.

wake me up when september ends..

June.. july...august... Oh! nothing...i was only counting th no. of months i have managed to keep my blog dormant.

During this time, a lot of things took place. the last being that i got myself an internet connection. Reliance netconnect.

so i got stuff to write. (as usual... ;-P)
but.. not now.. some other day!

The Demanding Customer

Phew! Long time…. A lot of things to tell… Exams, Delhi tour, IPT, to Mumbai, now Kerala…. But yes, let me get back home to madurai. Got some time now so thought I will write something.

“That’s it!” I could not control my laughter any longer.

Actually I was traveling from Mumbai to Cochin in a Jet flight. Rain had already delayed the flight for a couple of hours. I had opted for a window seat. I always do that whenever I come to Kerala ‘coz its simply beautiful looking down from there.

The two people sitting next to me were part of a group of five. This guy whom I call the DEMANDING CUSTOMER was sitting in the seat next to my neighbor’s. He was wearing a green shirt and black pant. Anyways his dressing looked far from impressive.

This guy did a series of funny things and that’s why I simply could stand it no longer.

First as soon as we got in, this guy picked up the Asian Age newspaper browsed through it for a couple of minutes. Then he grabbed the Times of India from the seat pocket in front of me. (No regrets ;-) I hardly read newspapers in flight) then without looking into it for more than a minute, he stuffed that also into the pocket in front of his seat. Well, I thought, he was gluttonous for sure and was looking forward to what he would do.

Then they came with the welcome drink. He took a lime and my neighbor took an orange. After finishing it, my neighbor says, “he changla aahe”. (This ones good, in Marathi.) This guy then signals the air hostess to bring another orange and one for my neighbor too. So there you go, two welcome drinks!

Then, the master-piece. They served us snacks. Being a vegetarian myself, I knew the veg one had potato vada and some kind of stuffed parantha, if I can remember it right. Whatever; my neighbor took a veg and this guy goes for the non-veg one and finishes it quite quickly. Again my neighbor goes, “he changla aahe” and believe it or not! He asked the air hostess to get him an extra veg meal!!!

All this while, I enjoyed his performance and was looking forward to more from him. Now he went for tea. No, you got it wrong this time. He didn’t ask for extra coffee but ravenous that he was, this time he asked for three extra pouches of sugar!!!

No, its not over yet. The air hostesses were winding up the meals and were carrying the trolley down the aisle when this guy flicks (yes, you read it right. ”Flicks” without her knowledge) an additional pack of mouth freshener each for his friend and himself.

“Ha! That topped it all”, I thought as the plane touched the runway of Cochin airport.

Yes, in between all this action, I managed have a beautiful view of Kerala’s greenery and its scenic splendor though cloud had disturbed my vision for quite sometime.

Catch ya later with the many more things I want to write about. The wonderful experiences in Delhi and Mumbai. And yes, the Kingfisher flight ;-)

elections

for the first time i decided to stand for an election yesterday. the decision was taken an hour before the time of election. i quickly messaged most of the ppl i know if anyone else is also contesting...no one.ppl in both the hostels said they will me. so i went there with confirmation ki "is baar to munna paas ho jayega!". sudddenly from nowhere two more ppl also wrote their names for the secretary of eeea.
1st election- a tie between me n naizath. the third guy stepped out. the funniest part is i had asked my friend kc not to come for the election alone because he had bunked the class before. so now i called him

2nd election- believe it or not! he won it with 3 votes!! ppl couldnt believe it nor could i. so they counted the no. n saw that there were bogus votes.
the faculty got pissed off. he has told that he will announce some x or y from our class next week.

elections r always funny rnt they? i think its only now the present guy will how important is te post he was handling, for ppl r fighting n cheating for it ;-)

NITTFEST 08

Everywhere the internal fight is more gruesome and valiant, and the spirit of the warriors is unquestionably high. Our inter-departmental cultural, art and literary fest NITTFEST was no different. It would not be an exaggeration to say all the teams put up a brilliant show.

I don’t want to glorify NITTFEST over here. I want to tell about its conduct. Our dept came third fighting all the irreversible mistakes committed, when too many steve bucknors got into the judging panel. Tell you what; anyone in Nitt would agree ours was the most unlucky dept. If things went by audience poll I am dead damn sure that we would have won hands down. One particular department (perhaps because they learn to communicate) seemed to have an exceptional channel of communication with the judges. The judges seemed to understand and admire every other thing these ppl did. Whatever it is, I don’t wanna write too much on this coz the spirit is still high out here.

In particular, our movie spoof, music, choreo deserved better treatment!! I bet the judges of spoof dint have a clue what Troy is. They also had no clue of what Trojan War is or for that matter who Amitabh Bacchan is… I saw those ppl laughing their heart out for our performance and staring blatantly out of place at the Hindi skit by chem tech. the result: no eee in any positions, chem tech gets a prize!!!! Choreo I don’t know what the hell happened to them. Archi was the only better team. How did ece get in from nowhere?? And what on earth got the two Sarang winners of my dept no prizes at our nittfest? Those judges at music show had no clue of western music… and there were many more of such decisions like the one at zen gardening.

At the end of the day, it’s fun all the way. It was fun before nittfest, no amount of indecisive judgments could mar our spirit during Nittfest, and what a celebration was that after Nittfest… such a wonderful team. Seniors and our batch, we had a wonderful communication. So many new friendships forged in these few weeks. It was a fest to remember for life. That’s the spirit of my dept.!!!

And yeah, my new avtar in marketing team was cool. First time marketing, it was fun convincing and negotiating with people, bossing around with the ppl at stall, and the satisfaction of finishing off all the money settlement today itself!

Overall, three days filled with fun! Lot learnt, many new friends. Sometimes it seems funny how a person seeing whom I wouldn’t have bothered to look at, has become too close in a matter of three days!!

Once again a spectacular show put up by my batch mates vk, pooch, sappai, abhi and the rest and our seniors in particular anand, vishwa, punit, shaan, bong, kutty, deepika, gulji,…hey the list will not end any soon..So let me stop with this…

And yes, to all Steve Bucknors out there, our dept will be set to face you all in next Nittfest!!!

How I escaped death!

I never wanted to catch up with death at least not when I am just twenty years old.

We are planning to shift to Coimbatore and so to get info about the place n basics like house etc we went to the place in a cab last weekend. The hero of the plot, our driver, turns up at 0545 hrs in the morning. A pleasant looking young man of late twenties or early thirties. As soon as he sees us, he goes ”sir I will take your luggage..Sir I will do that... I will do this...”. my dad n I are like this trip will be just fine. At least this guy is very enthusiastic. So there we began the journey.

Journey with my dad is always been a comfortable experience. The first signs of this guy’s ignorance came up when he started deviating from main road claiming short cuts only to find every time that the road is either having work going on or blocked. Stupid guy, in spite of our insisted demand to travel in the highway, he turns to every turn possible and returns to the main road!!

We reach Coimbatore. If you have been there, the Trichy road turns right to the station. There are three ways right, centre and left. This guy is told “rightila ponga” (it means –go in the right side road). Believe it or not, all of a sudden he starts moving in the second (central) lane and we are almost under a bus! First escape from death!!!

We were alarmed. This guy has the potential to kill us. So we now try to explain things to him as if we were talking to a child with mongolism or dyslexia. We tell him “inga stop pannunga”(it means-please stop here). This celestial creature stops the vehicle-an indica- right in the middle of the road in front of Coimbatore junction!!!! I was reminded of the elephant. You know how the elephant stops wherever it is, the moment you command it to do so! Anyway, Second escape from death!!!

Now this is ridiculous, we think. Should we abandon him there and take another cab?! Chuck… we decide to carry on. Yeah then in Coimbatore city near the cantonment area, we ask this guy to turn right into the lane that cuts the main road. You know what he does? He takes a perfect U-TURN!!! Damn it, we conclude, this guy is Deaf too!

The petty ones I don’t want to mention here. We finish our work in Coimbatore and start towards Madurai. It starts raining baldy. We are now very skeptical about his ability to drive in the night that too in the rain! So we follow his turns and moves very meticulously. First thing he does is to turn right and in the process go in the wrong lane. A transport bus is coming in the opposite direction but all the noise we make from inside just manages us into the correct lane. So, our Third escape from death!!!

At one point the indication says right. This guy turns left! So he has a poor sight too!!! I know it is getting dragged. So now this mega one.

The rains aggravated. Visibility is poor. We are kind of tired after patiently keeping track of the route. All of a sudden my dad and I observe none of the milestones have Madurai!! We are shocked and definite there has been a mistake somewhere. We ask our beloved Durai, that’s his name, “ennappa, maduraiye kaaname. Wrong routeila vandittte pola irukku. Check pannikkalame?”(it means-what man, no mention of Madurai? Why don’t we check if the route is correct). With all the pride in his so called experience on road (which I still suspect to be false), he assures us that this is the right way. Every milestone reads Tiruppur. Just then, I see a Madurai-Tirupur bus going past us. Eh?!! I try to explain him all logics possible that if the milestones say we are moving towards Tirupur, then the bus must be coming from Madurai. This guy kind of gets pissed off and says if you are so doubtful we can clarify your problem. We ask a few people on the way and they say, “You are 20 km away from the point you should have turned the other way”. Shit! This is my reaction. I have to get back to Trichy before next day morning.

We divert in the right direction. Our hero is dejected. He says he is sad! Anyway, I decide to get down at Dindigul and take a bus to Trichy. Then again I am afraid to let my dad alone with this moron. So we make sure that he gets off dejection. Have dinner and I get down at dindigul.

I tell my dad “keep callin every 15 mins. I have no peace of mind”. My dad gives me kind of cool I will manage look. Fine.

Next day he tells me, that the driver slept off in the middle of the way!!! Wtf!??so that’s the Fourth escape from death!!

So basically, we happened to scrape past death not once but four times on the same day. All credits to the great driver!!