Kuch Meetha Ho Jaye....

This Deepawali came to me in a very perplexing manner, when I was unable to decide, “What should I do on this deewali?” As my bro was away in Denmark, I was feeling lonesome this time. I was missing something deep inside me. What was that? I really didn’t know. Although everything was perfect around me, still it was not complete. Other reason which I could figure out was my medicines which kept me drowsy all the time.

But still it was The “Deewali”. So I thought I would imbibe all the delicious and mouth watering sweets this time ( although I knew that I would have to burn all the extra gained calories as now a day’s I’m trying to get into the shape ). But Alas! I had to drop this idea. Thanks to all who did a “great” job of adulterating the milk, mava & all. I thought it would be better to enjoy deewali without these “sweets” (which might contain subsequent amount of poisonous elements) rather than lying on a 6 by 3 bed in a hospital ward. So I decided let’s do something else. And when you talk about deewali, you talk about fancy fire crackers, if not my first, one of my childhood loves. I quickly checked my wallet (it’s called the desperation for something, when you try for something really impossible, as in this case, searching wallet for money…..). I took the keys of my bike and rushed out from home. But suddenly I stopped. I looked the ambiance. I inhaled the air & I was again in nuisance because it all reminded me of my environment, my earth. All the reports, facts, discussions regarding global warming started swinging around my mind and asking me a question, “Will you also play the part in this desolation of nature?” I thought for a moment and decided that I would play part but the positive one. I decided not to celebrate Deepawali with earsplitting, polluting crackers (although I did use some “phuljhadies” as a part of long-established rituals).

Again I was in same dilemma, “what to do now?” Freaking out with friends sounded me quite uproarious and wholehearted idea. I pulled out up my phone and started calling my buddies. But I found most of them out of town. Only one or two were there and they were also busy with their own stuffs. I was disappointed. “How fast does the time change?” I thought. I mean I still remember those days when I was in +2 and all of us used to gather on propitious occasions like Deewali and act like nuts. Now only after four years, we hardly get time for such kind of get together.

So finally I decided to spend my time with my loving family. I didn’t go anywhere and stayed at home. It was the best part of this Deewali that I got a chance to be at home. I spent eminence time with my family which made me apprehend that whatever be the state of affairs, whatever be the circumstances, only our parents are the ones, who are always with us, in every walk of life. Love you Maa n Daddu….

Unscrupulous Elections: A Corollary of Past

Ahhh…Finally I got time for uttering my words, for emptying my totally messed up mind. Last month just passed like wind with a tick of clock and I didn’t get a single minute to write something. Firstly all that MBA prep stuff kept bothering me by my falling scores (although I’m improving now), then the f******g class tests where I couldn’t perform well due to killing headaches (and dropped three of them….no issues I will cover them up in next ones), then series of archetypal Indian festivals like eid, navratra, dashshra and list goes on and on and on. Finally all this ended with nothing special incidents and I thought now I could get back on work again.

But, as Forrest Gump said, “Life is like a box of chocolates. U never know what u r going to get.” I had to meet with something unavoidable or rather say irresistible affair and that was COLLEGE ELECTIONS. (And this time I was avoiding it but thanks to SRI SRI 1008 TARANG SINGHAL MAHARJ who seriously has some chulla about all these things…. &#57@)!!..... I consider my readers to be able enough to decipher the codes with most apposite words). Now what I love the most about the elections is that we get a chance to intermingle with juniors and specially girls. But this time I was not even going to consider this yummy part of elections and decided to stay away from this crap. But you can’t control the virtues of destiny (chintu u know I’m hiding ur choolpana). In spite of having no personal interest in elections, we (my group and of course me) had to get into it. Now the one reason behind this was the chool of chintu and the other and main reason was that we are the persons who have zero tolerance for something which is going wrong. Although sometimes we ignore it too but yes we can’t see something going wrong silently. So we had to come forward (again… we have also done it in our previous years and fortunately, we have never lost a single election) because the person who was contesting election was someone that if I start describing him, the whole para will consist only asterisks. All I can say about him was that if he would have won, then the day would be just around the corner from now when apex institute like HBTI would turn into a third class underdeveloped degree college.

Although we were the winners of last years’ elections, yet the job was not easy. Because we had only one talent with us and that was of captivating the students by our voices. With no money in our pockets, intense rivalries in our own batch, we started our campaign with a bang. Our only motto was to play fair game and we played. But we forgot that we are the part of such an institution where a student’s mentality can be easily prejudiced by many factors. Factors like CASTism, REGIONism, BRANCHism and other kind of conventional ‘ism’s have capabilities of altering the result of elections within a night before election. But this year we came to witness some diverse and dreadful factors influencing elections like the BACK DOORS exploiting the votes by their black money, budding engineers selling their souls and dignity at the cost of some amount of money or liquor, and something other obnoxious things which can’t be posted here. So this time our main purpose was not only to win elections, but to make students dependable, especially first year guys who are easily ill-advised by all these ‘ism’s and luxury greed. And we did the same. After all the pains, up to some extent, we were able to wake them up. We ignited the fire inside them. Not only in the boys, also in the girls. We transformed them from anesthetized listeners into negotiating engineers. And we saw the results. For the very first time in my college life, I witnessed the most gratifying election outcome, where it was clearly noticeable that the decisions were made on the basis of competence of the contestant, not on the basis of these ludicrous existing factors. We won, again, with the considerable margin of 200 votes without getting our hands and souls dirty. Now one may ask me what I have gained from this election. It’s true that I could have used this time somewhere else, but yes, it is also true that somewhere I have stopped something wrong which gives me enormous inner contentment. Contentment of not being the part of an idle crowd which can only criticize others, but don’t have the guts to come frontward and act. They say that they are watching or thinking very closely about the matters. But actually they only think. They don’t retort because they want to be fooled by themselves. Only difference is that they come to realize it when it gets out of one’s hand. You just think about it. Till then, let me relish this victory and reply to all the congratulation masseges and chintu, I am getting more masseges from GH then you.

Discordant Talks…

It was Monday morning and I was very excited about my first B.Tech project presentation. Because it was the moment I was waiting for, to prove my mettle in academics which I could not do in my past three years of engineering. So I prepared well enough for this along with my team members and reached for the presentation. Our topic was on robotics so I was a bit nervous.
Now if I talk about project presentations, it is considered to be most bloodcurdling moment for every student. When all prodigious pedagogues of department sit together to check our acquaintance. And when they start with paroxysm of cross questions, we found ourselves burying under an edifice of questions. When seniors used to tell us about all this, I used to think that it would be good for the students. So I was confident and positive about my good presentation.
Finally things started in usual manner. It was department’s committee room and all the faculty members were there. And as I started the presentation, moot questions from faculty members started bouncing on me as I expected, but in a different manner. And it was really staggering to see the discussion. We were having the answer of each and every question. But…the big BUT….we were not getting a single chance to explain ourselves. The guys sitting there were not questioning us. They were simply trying to nip us into the butt. And the questions were like, “Have you seen any vehicle which has wheels extended out of body?” Our cynical sir was not able to realize the fact that the diagram clearly indicated the model of chassis of vehicle. Others were too busy in understanding the mechanism of model and the best thing was that they were not even listening to us and successfully proved us wrong! Congratulations Sirs on your great win. There were professors, asst professors and lecturers and they were not able to understand the fact that we were just proposing the idea of building a robotic model. We had not started yet with the fabrication part. And if you expect something really outstanding and innovative from our side, then instead of defying our idea, you should help us. On the first hand, you are not giving us a single penny for our project, and on the other hand you expect from our side a model which can carry a large weight! What kind of hypocrites you people are? And the way in which they were discussing the things…oh God. It was feeling like a session with explosions of personal egos when no one wants to listen to other. They were looking like few lunatics in a slanging match and whole scene was taking place in front of us. And we were clamoring for telling our point. Well after all the arguments and deliberations, we were referred with our topic. Yes obviously it was a sigh of relief but I was more disappointed. I was wondering about these venerable pedagogues who were so insular about the things. We, as students, don’t expect to be treated like this. We don’t expect our mentors to be so parochial towards the matters. Doesn’t it simply indicate the fading Guru Shishya Parampara in this country of teachers like Dronacharya? For me it was really shameful to see all this because they were not looking like the ones to whom we call our mentors, they were looking nothing more than a coterie of dimwits.

Happy Birthday to Tarang....

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This entry is dedicated to this past week of August when I celebrated two birthday bashes back to back. And both of my fellow McGians. Week started with 10^th Aug, the day for which the assassin inside me was waiting for so long. It was Tarang’s Bday. Hi hu ha ha ha….. You must be thinking why I was so happy? I tell you the reason. As this year we will be celebrating our last bdays in HBTI, we thought it should be something different. It should be extra special. So my roguish mind gave me an idea of Third Degree Birthday Celebration and Chintu (Tarang) became the first victim of it. But as you know that “Deewaron ke bhi kaan hote hain”, Chintu had an idea what was going to happen with him so he was a bit mentally prepare for the show. But he misunderstood the degree of persecute.

Finally, after all the setting up and deliberations, stage was ready for the show.

Venue: My room

Time: Aug 10^th, 12AM.

Actor in lead role: Tarang Singhal

Actor in negative role: Nitin Mishra

Supporting Actors in negative role: Vivek Singh & Munendra Gangwar

Here we go. Show started when Chintu was asked to remove his shirt and sit on the chair. (He could not refuse because I have an unfair advantage of my gargantuan built over him.) Unquestioningly, he sat on chair, half naked. I took a nylon rope and tied him with the chair. And Chintu started screaming for mercy. Now Birthday without cake???? Is it possible? No. Ding…please brings the cake and yummy fresh chocolate cake was in my hand. Now cake and Chintu, face to face. Three….Two….One….BANGGGGGGGGGG…. Within a second, his face was covered with cream coz of paroxysm of cake on him. But I made a mistake. Instead of hitting whole cake on his face, I should have hit his face on the cake. Result… some cream was on my room’s floor and walls. But the cake was for the birthday boy. So we collected all the cream from the floor and walls and very carefully wiped it on Chintu’s whole body. It was more like applying ubtan, the only difference was of cream, instead of turmeric. After all this, what’s next? Next step was more interesting. It was the time for the egg shots. Three consecutive egg shots one by one, starting from me, followed by Vivek and Munendra. And I don’t think I need to explain here how tarang was reacting. He was not reacting. He was blaring like nutter, disturbing all the neighbors. So we had to stop him. Chintu is an addicted junky (although now days he is avoiding it) and Mc Allo Tikki Burger is his favorite. So we brought it for him. And there was, in spite of all agony, a smile on his face. But, poor chintu, again trapped in our noose. Actually, before his arrival, we placed green chilies in his burger. Alas! He was lucky. Chilies were not hot enough to make him bounce from the chair. But we compensated it with four or five extra green chilies, which we gave him with the last bite. His reaction? Needless to write I think. Shouting with all the fire in his mouth, he asked for water. But we gave him cold drink followed by his ablution with cold drink. And those small droplets, when fell on his torso, were more like sharp needles (as chintu explained it later). But a birthday without birthday bumps is like an apple pie without cheese and a kiss without a squeeze. So we had to follow the tradition. But we replaced the traditional GPL by tight slaps. Five slaps in a row. One by one. And with the final slap, mission was accomplished. After 20 minutes long operation, we reached to the climax. Chintu was on the rampage and when he came back after having shower, he reminded me of Tom Hanks in Cast Away, when, after spending four long years on that Iceland, he came back to Memphis. Same like Hanks, Chintu was not able to realize that party was over and he was sitting with his three best fiends. And when he came back to real, he promised me that on my bday, I will be playing the lead role and he will be running the show. His last words were, “Pape, I will not forget. I will pay you back till the Last drop of my Blood.” Ok Chintu. I’ll wait buddy. I’m not afraid of you (Although I know meri sabse gande tarike se watt lagegi, yet dialog marne me kya jata hai). But Feb abhi door hai. Till then, I will find any exit plan for it.

Carpe Diem guys.

www.medhbti.com: An Ode to Mechanical Fraternity...

Being an 21st century net addicted engineering student, I was always fascinated by those interactive blogs and on-line communities, helping different people with common interests in gathering together at one common junction and share archetype bazookas of their creative thoughts.
It gave me a push. Why can’t we have our own junction where all the prodigious minds from all over the world in the field of Mechanical Engineering gather for the advancements in research and development of new technologies? Other reason behind this thought was that, as a Mechanical Engineer, I always believed in practical studies than mugging up the boring text books. I always believed in some firing brain storming sessions which, indeed, help us in polishing our basics.
So I decided to do something. I decided to create a blog. I started with it and collected some data from net and created a blog of Mechanical Engineering Department, HBTI, Kanpur. Now for any further improvements and suggestions, I sent a link of it to Dr. Onkar Singh Sir, HoD, ME Department. I was completely blank about his reaction. Will he appreciate it or discard it as a piece of shear waste of time? So I kepy my fingers crossed.
And finally I got a ping on my mail next day and surprisingly it was from Onkar Sir. He called me to his office and asked me to do something I had never thought of. He asked me to create the website of ME Department and I was bewildered because I was either hoping for the best or prepared for the worst, but never gave a thought to it. I didn’t know what to say because I had no idea about either html or web hosting. And without thinking about how will I do it, I said, “ok sir, I’ll try my best.”
So the countdown began and I was searching for my starting lane. Fortunately I had heard of some kind of html editor called Dreamweaver (Courtesy of three of my friends in my group who are from CSE). So I called them and asked them to brief me about it. (Special thanks to them)
That’s how I started my journey. With the help of some of my classmates and juniors, I managed to collect the whole data and material needed of website. I still remember those days going into each and every faculty office for updates and with the leather shoes, it was even more difficult. Then to compile them single handedly, it was damn feverish task. Still I had to do it because it was a commitment. A commitment of a student to his teacher.
Finally with the continuous support of Onkar Sir and financial aid from Association of Mechanical Engineering, HBTI, Kanpur, within three months, I found myself very near to the summit of my destination. And finally we reached there and we all were having a reason to proud of.
Department of Mechanical Engineering, one of the oldest and elite departments of HBTI, Ladies and Gentleman, is the only department with its own personal website www.medhbti.com. We started silently but ended with a bang when Dr. K.U.Bhaskara Rao, Director, DMSRDE, launched it officially in MECHARNIVAL 2009.
Now I am in final year of my B.Tech and when I look back on those three months, I feel like nothing is impossible if you have two things with you. Your will and your hope. I, despite of having no knowledge about coding, programming, web hosting etc, could do it just because of these two forces. Because your will and your hope are two things that no one can snatch from you. And I still hope that my fellow Harcourtians will keep this spirit alive in HBTI.
I always like these lines, “Two mice fell into a bucket of cream. One quickly gave up and drowned. But other one struggled and eventually churned that cream into butter and came out safely.”
Always be that second mouse.

Getting Started....

Hey everyone.....this is Nitin a.k.a Pappe (name given to my by my fellow McGians). I’m a Mechanical Engineering Student of HBTI Kanpur (I wonder why people find Mechanical Engineering difficult....infect I love it, though my marks does not support my claim....). Now the reason behind my "NAAMKARAN" is my cock-a-hoop, 6 ft tall appearance with a bit dark complexion.... (Although I look stunning girls...... ;). If I quote my friends, I almost look like an assassin when I walk with my attitude on sleeves..... (Me….an Assassin?????). Well it’s all up to you what you want to call me, it’s all accepted. As far as my inner self is concerned, u will need to spend a little time with me....u may find me a bit introvert in beginning, but as the time will pass, you will come to know more n more about me (some shades of my nature which remain unrevealed by my first impression).... As far as my hobbies are concerned, I like to do anything which I find interesting to keep my mind occupied. A total music freak with different different tastes. From soul touching instrumentals of Yanni and Beethoven to hard rock foot tapping tracks by LP, from melodic creations of Rahman to classic gazals of Jagjeet ji, I love them all…. Stage performances are my second love after music. Whether its dance or singing or acting, I love to do all…. (Even in my final year….). For any further information about me, kindly go through my profile... (I promise it has not a work of "ctrl+c and ctrl+v").
You can also find me on orkut . (http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#Profile.aspx?rl=ls&uid=15460652057576747948).
If you are a facebook user, please go to (http://www.facebook.com/nitin.mishra.hbti )

Now for those who already know me, what am I doing here may be still bewildering for them. Blogging is not Pappe’s cup of tea! Its not like compiling a no of music pieces together and create a master piece music track for choreos (our HBTI version of Opera without that glass breaking high pitch voice).....blogging is for free thinkers....(although I am), the writers who play with words like they r playing with strings of violin....(too poetic....) and this is my biggest fear....I have a feel that I can't write so I thought just give it a shot.....that’s why I am here....to conquer this fear of writing....(Special thanks to Chintu a.k.a Tarang for motivating me. For all of u, Tarang is my fellow McGian and a regular blogger....although sometimes I don’t understand what he writes... http://crackatdawn.blogspot.com/) so you all have to bear with me....u have to tolerate my little attempt....
Please post your genuine feedback so that next time, it will prove to be less "Dassu" for you....
Carpe Deim guys.... (Seize the day)