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.