This person is friend of steve jobs , langotia yaar of Homi J. Bhaba and he has seen it all ……hes the one and only ……. lean ,mean and the tutoring machine ……. Raaaaoooooooo siiiiiirrrrrrrr. It is not till now that i have come to know that Rao sirji was the man behind the idea and invention of proximity fuse of artillery . Having being in company of elites from Hp , Xerox and other distinguished lab , Rao sir all together has had a wonderfull career profile. My 2 semesters under his guidance (though my attendance being the usual ebby) has been a wonderful experience . But alas, like all epic tales come to a stop , so my journey with Rao sirjii ends tommorow …….. we will miss you sir
The whiff of that sugary crystaline saffron sweet with liquid goody oozing from its core , the crisp fried delicacy that justs melts as you pop it in your mouth …….Ooooh i love jalebis ……every vacation i had one grievance ….assamese cant make good jalebis ………….if you ask me they cant make anything …. ask a localite the delicacy of assam …… 9 out of 10 will say “””” ummmmmm…..ahhhhhhhhh……ooooohhhh(mind you this person is dumb but courtious enough to answer a question which he cant possibly ) ……… daal bhaat )……..New canteen has raised the standards of variety of snacks available …. hope it doesnt result in attrition of lambu’s effort ……..
I mean what the @#$* . My beloved prof . yet again ditched us after we came to attend his class (yes thats a great effort on my part) , and he rides off to conduct JEE ? We havent even completed one cycle of presentation , yet we take pride of being a part of decaying system called IIT . I mean , how better are we compared to kanya putri pathshala of some xyz village of central india . WE WANT TO STUDY (i assure you with my palms on my heart i am in whole of my senses and not in influence of booze) . Das sir ab pada bhi do ……….
Fancy whims of childish teens, thats how i would put it .Sometimes i remember the days of thunder , the days of Republic Day Camp or popularly known as RDC. I miss how simple life was and how simple and basic necessities brought smile to our faces. Now we are not even satisfied with 1tb of movie collection.
Back during the days of RDC things were different .Its all about surviving in conditions pigs find filthy , and here im not exagerating. You may ask the guys from sainik school what reputation RDC has (they would call it the hell on earth). A typical dau for a person ,this one being a best cadet candidate a.k.a Me , was getting up at morning 4 o’clock in central indian autumn and winter (temperatures fell to 7 degrees and in Dehli , the main camp even 2) .After having bath (rather freezing yourself) we marched nearly 3 to our firing range carrying two rifles at times……waait it doesnt end. Imagine being asked during pre-dawn hours to fire at target of 1×1 feet ,5 bullets all in diametre spread of 3 cm. I did that. Then after the usual lectures of how dumb we were of not being able to fire correctly in darkness without vision support ,we were marched back empty stomach to the camp. Usually by now the breakfast (how it was served is another story !!!!! but to tell you a bit , the tea was in same bucket that was used for bathing and washing) was over and we ate what was left by my commorades in tent , a genuine gesture of care by them for their beloved BC (best cadet) . Then we ran about 1km to the drill grounds , just full with tea and poha , so taht we might not be punished.
But there stood our PI staff Subedar Kuldeep singH and Hav. Ramphal , with their smug looks (actually Physical Instructors had a condescending view about best cadets thinking they were too elite to be cut out for hard labour). With the usual punishments of front roll , frog jump , laxmi puja (some weird fatigue that i wouldnt describe now) , murga , i joined my other colleagues for general parade. This parade was highly sycnchonised and disciplined one . One mistake and you repeat the drill as punishment (the whole process took 30 mins and usually it was the best cadets who were at fault due to not being able to devote full time to drill sessions). After usual doses of sugar-coated abuses and having marched for nearly 15 kms at times , we retreated to cultural activities. All this was from 8 o’clock to 12 o’clock under bright sun.
Sounds amusing of what cultural activities are there in N.C.C . My friends RDC camp has cultural events that would put best events of colleges in india to shame . And i surely have witnessed musicians that would maket our IITian rockstar look like toddlers with jingles. But then BC’s being class apart had to attend GD sessions , GK classes , Interview mockups , First aid classes , Psychology tests and loads of other stuff , all lasting for about an hour and half.
Then came the best part of day …. 2:30 to 4:00 pm we were unmolested , free to rest , usually a time i woul d wash my clothes (sometimes after days ) , sit back and relax in my tent. This was time to chat with colleagues about things happening outside. One thing about camp is you rarely know what is happening outside. My whole 7 months of 9th standard are in some way missing.
But then time always flew , with a blow of whistle , the PI staff swooped upon the helpless , exhausted cadets , sometimes brandishing a self styled reed like sabre at lazy butts. With droopy eyes we marched back to drill area for another 10km of drill lasting sometimes upto 7:00pm.
With sun down came the biggest relief , with sore soles , broken back , dried mouth , and sweat beads on brows , we returned back to the lovely tent which was actually meant for 6 people but accomodated 10 cadets. With usual dinner at 8 , the classes for cultural and natiaonal integration programme (in short drama , spoof and other crap for spreading NI ) started . But then , we the elite BC , had a different routine , with sessions of General awareness , cuuernt affairs , interviewing techniques we were bored till 2 0’clock .
We cringe to study here , imagine giving test and interview after this fatigue!!!!!
Then we retired to our overcrowded yet cozy tents , only to hear whistle after 2 hours of sleep and the whole process began again , and where there was no whistle there was the sole of DMS boot of instrustor on our arse …….. for 7 months.
Our tent area was made in area cleared of shrubs and grass , though occasionaly dogs and pigs did pay a visit , acoompanied by snakes .During autumnal rain the tents sometimes got flooded with water and mud and we had no place to go .Unable to do anything , we put ground sheets on mud and slept like logs. But one thing i cherish is we switched on the radio , put it on low volume and went to sleep hearing songs of kishore da.
And here i meet boys who think they have seen all. Those were the days ,,,,, Golden days
They say when the things look bleakest , there comes a ray of hope. So you must be thinking “what made the jerk have reversal of mood”. Well the mr. jerk has something (and after a loooooong time) to be happy about. Next is what is it …… Hmmm cant really say or there woul be “abuse of electronic messaging”. Last but not the least Thank you Almighty.
And others all the muck.
A rather cliched phrase but seemingly true as ever. Some guys do have all the luck , to the extent even their biggest goof ups reward them. And the others ? Well they are the ones who were born to cringe on formers luck. God loves diversty , and he loves it so much that he made me the one in between (the luck crap i mean … nothing queer 😛 ). Well this is because he tends to dangle the succulent carrot every now and then, making be believe that I’m the one with luck , but then with blink of an eye , i find myself on the other side of wall kicked so hard that his sole gets imprinted on my butt. And this happens time and again period.
There dangles the carrot again ….WHAMMMM!!!!!
Well a few months backs with virtually , when we had nothing to put our teeth into , the B1 lobby had a wierd idea. An effective idea to keep at bay the infiltrators from south (i hope you get the wind of what i imply). A rather cool idea with even better name. Its teh “AUTOKILL”
product id #129bh23
Autokill is designed to keep at bay the cheap manual labour in form of household maids, a usual occurence in NCR.
1. Fully automated , no hassles.
2. Prevents drainage of national revenue to otehr countries.
3.No boom bam in neighbourhood.
But alas , we cant implement it . Our dept. seems too weak for such strong stuff.
(Hail flower power …………. sensitise urself to things around ………….. be a design in you ……………. yaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy)
Well…… having been ditched by every other prof who considered my profile and commented in rather usual pattern , them being :-
1.Your profile seems to be interesting
2.must make a good match
3. sorry no funding
I felt i should pour my heart out by writing a blog (way to go ….NERD)
I feel like a four year old child to whom a stranger offers the cotton candy , whose eyes light up at the sight of mushy confectionery , and his pure heart thanking the good samaratian ,, only to be snubbed at the end with smack on the face “You cant have it ……looser”.
But still i still endevour by apping in even more disgusting manner than usual , without actually looking at profiles. I even got a comment from one which said
Although I don’t usually respond to the numerous IIT summer project requests that I receive, I am answering your message because you seem to actually be aware of what I do.
I am quite sorry to say that I don’t have any space (that is, spare supervisory cycles) in my lab for the summer. I encourage you to stay on your path, and consider applying to our program for graduate school eventually.
I didnt even see whether the person was a man or a woman …… This is what you call luck!!!!
There was a time in first year where every tom, dick and harry , these three being the usual IITian seniors had just one thing to say about design —-“Arrey yaar maze kar , yeh 4 year holiday package hai” . I really got irked by this .And so i took oath (not one where you burn your hand over a candle) , to do something (which is still nothing!!!) about the decadence of the reverend institution. Three years down the lane , i am writing this post , warming my ass sitting on my chair and surfing for long hours doing virtually nothing .Though the flame has been carried on by seemingly over enthusiastic juniors who wish to revolutionise the methods (Good luck at that!!!!).
All being said , whats the subject .Well apparently my most beloved Prof (due to the fact that his non-attendance always seems to put my diligence of being non existent in classes to shame) has become ,errrr,ummmm, was made , rather the new HOD. so what is expected of him ? Well nothing can be said in advance , all i can say is if he improves his attendance , something really can be expected.
With third year coming to end , i feel i have lost my bearings . With few , rather none, directions to go ahead with i stand with no clue .Gone are the days when i could pinpoint exactly what i want to do and when it should be done . Now all that remains is a shattered foundation ,on which my confidence thrived for so long , a real example of Nebuchadnezzar’s clay foot. Was i really cut for this mess .I no longer feel a sense of pride and honour to be one from ‘highly acclaimed institute’ .Puff of vanity has vanished. Nor can i deal further with the existing ‘twisted sense of competition’.
With one more year to go , life will have more hardships to offer , the worse part being they come in the form of Trojan horse .The recipient remains unaware of the malice the giver has to offer. And so i look at the clock , with every tick seemingly long like melenia , waiting for redemption………