Full Attendance wali class

<DISCLAIMER>  This post is definitely about the people mentioned henceforth, and any (and every) resemblance is NOT ,as they say,  purely coincidencial.... :D

As our Ladies Rep (Abhinav , who else :P) summed it up in his comment on ma'am 's post on fb; and as the adorable little sardar kid once said years ago in Kuch Kuch Hota Hai,

Tussi ja re ho?, tussi na jao!

This one's definitely about as welcome as spring entry in our teaching staff: our DSP miss. I have had my sweet and sour moments, but she's always smiled on my buffooneries. 

Our's is a nation of youth and education, and college is the place of reverence when we talk of fun and future. But then, there's a dearth of quality teachers. (Though I have been lucky to get the best of tutors).

By quality ,of course I mean a string of certain adjectives:

• Well versed in English (and we all have had one/two teachers whose English would put Shakespeare to shame ;ZNMD's "mantel buoy" is a classic example :P )
• Voice audible enough (though in this paticular ma'm's class, boys' maintained pin-drop silence . Compare this to first year's Physics prof! Though he remains my favorite by awarding me full marks in his paper. Hahaha)
• Having the ability to accept if he/she doesn't know the answer to some question ( well, usually we see teachers trying to act in a bizzarre fashion and say whatever the book says should suffice! So that's why we students reciprocate this by confusing them via our answer sheets :D)
• Guiding light (pardon me for my poetic nonsense): Ma'm would take up calls as late as 11.30pm (now, that is late by human standards, something hostelites would find impossible to understand). 
• Excellent rapport with students: Look at fb (or the latest edition of Renesa) and this fact remains undisputed. Our dear Bhoomika friend updated an upset status and ma'am took it upon herself  to cheer up the poor kid. And such long comments! (Ma'am I do envy your command over language and keypad....hehehehe)

And who doesn't want to see a teacher who's good looking and gives marks??

#Will miss ya' ma'm .... When you said gain knowledge, we started trying earnestly and when you said you too had experienced doubtful moments of CGPA=JOB as a student, it really relieved us and now we hope not to get disheartened so easily....

Challenge: Is there any other instance where students guys of other departments have wished that they were in EC for just one class....Hehaha! Ye Guinness World Record Hai :P

<DISCLAIMER> Maska ni maar ri, my feelings are ekdum sachchi! (Come on I can never lie about Kuch Kuch Hota Hai...)

<This one's last wala, pakka> 

Have fun ma'm and never forget me[ which believe me is a difficult task, coz I'm so adorable na! :)]

Andy capped by Juggle-Bandhi : Jug Suraiya's blog-The Times Of India

Andy capped by Juggle-Bandhi : Jug Suraiya's blog-The Times Of India:

'via Blog this'

Online Shopping Stores and TV Advertisements – KartCompare

Nicely Written!

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“Mango People in Banana Republic”

Credit: Priya Gupta
A friend who wasn't in the mood to design this
and came up with this spectacular picture!!

#My entry for a local competition :)

“Mango People in Banana Republic”

This statement by the ruling party’s son-in-law is a foot-in-mouth act.

Meanwhile, his current enemy (considered a stooge of the opposition) is all smiles.

People with power usually have good oratory skills. They can motivate the masses and build a strong nation.

Sadly, these “apples”-of-the-eye of high and mighty indulge in senseless war of words.

Nonetheless, the Mango People fight for vegetable prices, flaunt their “BlackBerries” ,check out movie reviews on “Rotten Tomatoes “and work hard to keep the country intact.

The general verdict of these mangoes:

“Good and progressive governance seems like sour grapes.”

By-Vinti Dhawan

Going berserk at the dawn of tweenage

filed under Vendetta
Chapter B: Vendy turns twenty


Then: You're 12, you are excited about being on the threshold of teenage.
Now: You're 19, you go berserk about entering tweenage!

Then: Whoa, I'm gonna be a grown up now!
Now: Sigh, wish I could be 5 again!

Then: I'll be out of Middle School, and will have my own version of High School Musical.
Now: I want to enter the best B-School, earn at least a zillion , and HAVE to look the best.

Then: Since last three months, going gaga over the fact that my bday is round the corner.
Now: Like exams, the D-day is knocking on the door, and I want to take as long as possible to turn the door knob.

Then: Hinting mummy now and then , during supermarket excursions, to buy the inevitable Vanilla Essence.
Now: Feigning the lack of knowledge that your pals are bringing some random cake.

Then: Your family gives you a lavish party.
Now: The hole in your pocket just transformed from its microscopic self to a gargantuan avatar .

AS WE ARE asks you to weave your Fantasy Yarn

Thank You friends :)

A school for all seasons - Indian Express

A school for all seasons - Indian Express:

A school with no bell, no designated periods, no specific curriculum and open all 365 days. A government primary school at Kardelwadi village in Shirur taluka of Pune district stands out for its unique model. Kardelwadi has a population of 1,200 and is around 50 km away from Pune. Teachers Dattatrey Sakat and his wife Bebinanda, who run this four-room school with 95 students, travel five km every day to reach the school from Shirur to be with their “children”. For the past 11 years, the school has stayed open every single day, and at least one of them has been present.

“We have never gone on leave together. Even if one of us has some work, the other remains at school. And if I have to go out, I go late in the evening only to be back the next day,” says Dattatrey. And fortunately, they didn’t even have to take long leaves for ailments all these years. “We wanted to bring about change by being part of the system”, says Dattatrey about their initiative. Dattatrey teaches English and other subjects, while Bebinanda teaches Math. Between them, they manage all the subjects.

The beginning was tough. The Sakats had to start from scratch when they shifted here from another government school in 2001. “This was a dilapidated place with rats, no blackboards, no benches and no toilets,” says Bebinanda. The entire place had to be done up for which they got some money from the village committee. They also used a part of their savings. “It is like our own house—painting walls, cleaning up, cooking for the kids and teaching them,” says Dattatrey, who realised that the children could complete their primary education only if both of them put in a lot of extra effort. That’s when they decided to work round the week. “Our efforts got us a good response from the villagers who then entrusted their children to us,” he says. They also put their own son in this school.

The school opens at 8 a.m. and closes at 6 p.m. The children who come in early in the morning clean the rooms and water the plants before attending their classes. “We do not have any planned periods. We also decide the subjects ourselves. We use audio-visual aids too,” says Bebinanda. During the lunch break, children play and help fellow students with lessons. However, it’s not all work and no play all 365 days. Though the school observes the customary state holidays and summer and Diwali vacations, the children come to school during holidays too for extra-curricular activities like singing, dancing, theatre and elocution. The Sakats say their aim is not merely to teach but also develop the children’s personalities.

When the children started excelling in exams, this unique experiment got noticed and brought in various awards for the Sakats, including the state Quality Improvement Award in 2010. The school then caught the attention of neighbouring villages. Soon, parents from other villages started sending their children to the school. Baban Shelke even shifted to Kardelwadi so that his son could study here. Balasaheb Nanoor took his son out of a private school to put him into this school. Dr Sharad Thombe, a doctor who practices at Shirur, enrolled his daughter, Gauri, here. “Today Gauri, who is in the fourth class, manages her studies and extra-curricular activities very well and has won laurels for her school in dance competitions,” Thombe says.

Various welfare organisations have donated audio-visual aids to the school. Local MLA Ashok Pawar too has donated generously. The school today, has a television with cable connection, an LCD monitor and computers. “Whether it is simple multiplication, division or even saying the numbers backwards, the children are adept at it. We run slide shows on the LCD monitor almost the entire day which helps students learn the concepts better,” Bebinanda says. “And until the entire class has learnt a concept, we do not proceed further.” The Sakats believe that good education doesn’t really come from grand infrastructure but from teachers who are willing to go that extra mile.

Gauri Thombe, who has excelled in both dance and studies, enjoys coming to school all year round. “It’s more like my second home. We are taught a whole lot of subjects and the teachers simplify them for us,” she says. All the children have excellent handwriting. Teachers from more than 7,000 schools in the state have visited the school to witness this unique experiment. Even the British Council has an annual exchange programme with the school. The Sakats also prepare mid-day meals for the children, to ensure they get the right diet. Six-year-old Sachin, who was earlier diagnosed as malnourished, is now a healthy child, thanks to the meals at school.

Since the school is under great pressure to take in more children, the Sakats are now looking for land for expansion. Students of their first batch are now in college and often come back to meet them. They also offer their services to help the school develop further. “We just want to continue our work, and we would be happy to have more teachers help us in our work,” the Sakats say.

Zila Parishad education officer Dattarey Sendkar says that for 80 students they have an allotment of two permanent teachers. “Now that the number has increased, we have put up a proposal for a total of three teachers. It should happen soon,” he says. Zila Parishad CEO Anil Kawade says the school has shown that state government-run schools can also excel, and students have proved this with their results. And setting an example for others is what motivates the Sakats.

MindBend 2012

MINDBEND 2012

Some dictionary terms first:

A. Fest                  : A gathering or event with a particular focus
B. Technical Fest: A Fest relating to technique or proficiency in a practical skill
C. MindBend , NIT SURAT: A contraption of dream into reality

Once again comes that time of the year when the SVNITians gear up to put forth a plethora of technical acumen and managerial know-how. 

NIT SURAT roads adorned
in
the festive mood :)

A four day fete of technology, MB 2012 showcases a potpourri of art and video, pastiche of music and artillery and an assortment of engineering contests and business competitions .

MB Graffiti 

So, all ya' fellow SVNITians , lets bring back the magic of previous MB editions and this time create higher benchmarks for ourselves.

Beyond that point of saturation

Saturation is when they say it's a limit!
Beyond this, either the system does not exist or the dynamics change adversely.

(As an engineer, bundles of confusing info is thrust upon me and I'm supposed to complicate things. That's precisely what I've done for the start.)

Anyhow , here , not the scientist in me (if there's one), but the philosopher has to deliver the speech. Here it goes:

Papa once told me: "Listen greedily, speak judiciously!"
Yes, Papa himself was philosophizing at that  instant.

But a true funda!

People use their tongues extensively, maximum of which is bullshit.
Thus, it's are duty , as fellow people, we the listeners, to use our ears and not brains , during these bullshit deliverances.

Brain is a stupid entity really.
It tends to think a lot and consequently, screws itself up.

Ears are the venerable gifts of God.
They come in pairs, and serve two pious purposes.
1) Use and throw, like my beloved 2 Rs. ball pens, taking bullshit from one end and giving it a damn and throwing it out from the other.
2)Taking the analogy of ball pens further, we can use them to jot down important points in our mind-the notebook and simply forget that crap we noted.

Now, comes saturation.
Yes, I know he/she is talking crap. Speaking crap about me. Accusing me of crap. Telling me crap about myself. CRAP.

He/She is the villain of my tale and I want make a scapegoat out of him/her.
(This him/her, he/she is irritating me! Lets address him/her as BRAINLESS BIGMOUTH )

Coming back to my list of accusations:
BRAINLESS BIGMOUTH (whoa, even this is gigantic to type, BB from on) is and has been chewing off my skull and oh, for sheer self amusement.

Say, I'm in deep-shit. Okay, I'm supposed to get the bashing for it. FINE. But, seeing it as an opportunity to slight me  ...

OYE BB! IT'S BEYOND MY SATURATION LEVEL.

If Papa provided me a funda (above), I have some of my own.
HEAR,DON'T LISTEN
( No abuses, chillax BB, I'm a clean talker!)

(As my collegians say, "Light le")

I don't have any X-factor or Y-factor or whatever you call it

filed under Vendetta
A. February One, 2012

(1) 
This one's about Vendetta. Pronounced as Vandita. And apart from the name's spelling, nothing about   her can be termed stylish.
She's short, but can carry off heels comfortably.
She has got rid of some of the flab, she flaunted thanks to sumptuous home-made food and absolutely no exercise.

(2) 
That was before she came to the girls' hostel. 
Vendetta's room-mate is Pearl. Pearl is what Vendetta wants to be. Pearl loves art, sports, food, clothes, places, people, everything.
Vendetta loves Pearl.

(3) 
Everyone at their graduation school believe Vendy is big entertainment in small packet. 
Vendy (she hates this nick-name) can set fire on any ramp, college fest's or Paris Fashion Week's. Any. If she wants to.

(4)
Pearl can vouch for the fact that Vendetta (not Vendy, as Pearl knows way too well her room-mate detests the nick-name unanimously given to her) has a sweet voice.
But not singing-type. But again, Pearl knows way too well that Vendetta can easily win hearts, if not the award, in any competition she participates in.
Vendetta has that "X-factor"( don't you dare call it "oomph"!) that can win over the judges and audience alike.
Judges are the male professors, audience the male students. Oh yes, these girls study in an engineering school.
Vendy doesn't agree( I'm short, slightly plump,I don't have any X-factor or Y-factor or whatever you call it)
(She has this thing with X and Y, they rule engg, they rule chromosomes: crazy, but complete Vendy stuff.)

(5)
Pearl can tell you. 
Vendetta shops in Paris, with her fashionable aunt, when it comes to 'chick dressing'.
Vendetta shops in London,where she used to live, when it comes to everyday wear.

Agreed that with Vendetta's size, which is neither too thin, nor extra large, most of the clothes are embarrassingly tight or shamefully loose.

Whereas , with her slim(=perfect for Vendetta), tall frame; Pearl finds it hard to wear anything that wouldn't appear to be on a hanger.

(6)
They both have issues. Common and different. Both suffer from hair fall and pimples. Both can't make big circles of friends. They have friends " who aren't close" or as they say : "are at a safe distance".

(7)
Shelly is their closest friend, or so to say, comes closest to being their friend.

(8)
Shelly is a mix of both Vendy and Pearl. She's short and slim. Studious and sporty. Charming and charmed.

As Vendy charms her seniors and faculty into giving her notes and marks, Shelly charms the huge crowd of nerdy males of her "Robo Rage" society.

As Pearl is charmed by the guy sitting just behind her in every class with his jokes, jibes, male-jargons; Shelly is charmed by Sean- her benefactor of movies, encyclopedias and wild dreams.

(9)
Sean owns reservoirs of DVDs, books, photographs and dimpled smile-killer eyes.
And all these, he happily shares with Shelly, nerds, professors,the security guards of the boys' hostel, the security guards of the girls' hostel and anyone and everyone who can benefit from him, and he from them.

 (10)
Vendy is sure that the only benefit Sean derives out of Shelly is her notes.
Shelly's notes are inevitable, to pass any test. 
Shelly doesn't like to share Vendy's ideas about Sean.

Shelly chooses Pearl's opinion of Sean.
(Pearl loves to watch movies, old and new, and read books of all kinds, and Sean provides all this to Shelly, Shelly to Pearl.) 
(Thus) Pearl basically calls Sean a good boy who is sharing and caring.

(11)
Our three ladies often go to theatre or restaurants or shopping together.
Vendy and Shelly study together (because Pearl never studies), Shelly and Pearl eat out together (as Vendy is still struggling for a figure that's not 'round') and Vendy and Pearl watch their "heroes saving the world" on Vendy's laptop.

(12)
Tonight Shelly is sick. (I will find this virus and invent an antidote for this viral infection, I swear).

Vendy has been reading a book; not full of circuits , but on how to impress your boss. 
(Which boss she wants to impress? Probably, she'll apply the same rules to play her seductress role on the lab assistant tomorrow...)
Pearl is window-e-shopping. Browsing many a things on Vendy's laptop on various online stores.

Shelly enters. No, Shelly weeps. She has an upcoming Robo-Race and has to combat this strange viral infection.
All the three head towards a nearby medical dispensary. 
Medical staff here knows Shelly quite well. (As much due to her frequent check-ups as much as for her research on use of syringes)

Vendy and Pearl sit outside, praying for their friend's health.

Vacation Ends

PROLOGUE  page2

Her summer break started. The exams had ended and now it was time to have full on fun for coming 3 months. 
Itinerary for this journey had been prepared in her mind the moment the last exam ended.

The first stop of her fun ride was at the TV Tower she used to look up to while 
waiting for the movie to start at the open theatre Drive-In Cinema.
Ride itself was on BRTS , the cool bus service that made her city less congested . 

Next stop was in another city, where her cousin was getting engaged . This meant meeting the near and distant relations , beer, biryani, gossip and gala. 
Now the joy train headed towards Mumbai . Shopping and sea-link at Worli . Back to home.
Watching TV became her 9-5 job .

Next week was a road trip to the city where her elder brother used to go to kindergarten as a toddler. This place had changed from what mummy remembered it to be. Of course, she wasn't there in the picture then.
Seeng dana, "Sachin" mangoes and the smell of  fish filled this city.

Her tour now took her to a food mela. Here, there were fruits day, veggies day, dairy day and at the end, a feast .

A little break was needed to fuel up the tank for the rest of the journey.  Also, the wait for rains wasn't over yet.  Neighbourhood quarrels, community bhajans and a few daily sitcoms later, she is again raring to go. After-all , nothing on her itinerary has been covered as yet. And, 3 months are now over. 
So what, a new plan can be chalked out, a new train can be boarded....
Waise bhi, college itself is another vacation , whatsay?

Know Thy Star - II

Here, I write about two girls .Both of them played roles that were of 6- 12 years of age when I used to watch them on TV.  I was the same age.

Jodie Sweetin and Tiffany Brissette.

Stephanie Tanner

Or popularly known as Stephanie Tanner (Full House) and VICI the robot (Small Wonder).

No, I didn't hero worship them. 
But, they seemed to be the cool icons for my age. 

After many years, there's a re run of Full House on Zee Cafe` . This made me Google about these two young stars to find out wassup with them these days. 

Realisation dawned upon me that they have grown up! Like me, they too have changed. Unlike me, they are in their 30's.

Know thy star was to help me know about people I watch and cool stuff they're upto. 

But, in this case, I decided it would be better for me to know them as their characters and not their real selves. Not because Jodie (who was once a smart kid Stephanie) is now a mother or Tiffany (once an affable robot who could shower out tears and flip through pages of a book in seconds and tell each and every line out of it) is now a former actress and currently a nurse.

Because, they form a part of memory which is still child like. 

I actually remember myself playing a computer in a small act-play competition in class V and speaking out my dialogues the way VICI used to say. Oh, I won first prize for that one. So, its one happy memory. :)

Is it necessary to know the real person who is so different from what you have always known him/her to be? 

You can count on me

Count On Me

- Bruno Mars

If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea,
I'll sail the world to find you
If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see,
I'll be the light to guide you

Find out what we're made of
When we are called to help our friends in need

You can count on me like 1 2 3
I'll be there
And I know when I need it I can count on you like 4 3 2
And you'll be there
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Wooooh, Wooooh
yeah Yeah

If you toss and you turn and you just can't fall asleep
I'll sing a song
beside you
And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me
Everyday I will
remind you

Ohh
Find out what we're made of
When we are called to help our friends in need

You can count on me like 1 2 3
I'll be there
And I know when I need it I can count on you like 4 3 2
You'll be there
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Wooooh, Wooooh
Yeah Yeah

You'll always have my shoulder when you cry
I'll never let go
Never say goodbye

You can count on me like 1 2 3
I'll be there
And I know when I need it I can count on you like 4 3 2
You'll be there
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Wooooh, Wooooh
you can count on me cos' I can count on you

Know Thy Star - I

Misha Collins 

Misha Collins stars as Castiel, the angel who pulled Dean from Hell in The CW's thriller "Supernatural." He, and others like him, are intervening in human affairs for the first time in 2000 years, because the armies of hell are on the move, and Lucifer has been released.

Collins was born in Boston, Massachusetts. Before turning to acting, he worked as an intern at the White House during the Clinton Administration in the Office of Presidential Personnel. He then moved on to become a producer and copy writer for National Public Radio on a show called "Weekly Edition." After graduation, Collins traveled the world for a year, spending several months in monastic seclusion in a monastery in Tibet.

In his down time, Collins can be found outdoors kayaking, biking, running or hiking in the mountains. He also enjoys back-country snowboarding and recently took a winter trip to the Sierras where he built and slept in igloos. In addition, Collins is a published poet with works in "The Columbia Poetry Review," "The California Quarterly" and other literary journals. Collins currently resides in Los Angeles in a house he built and designed himself.

Lyrical joy

As pure as a child's laughter and as innocent as the child itself! 

Thank You Shiksha for asking me to listen to this one. Haven't heard it or seen its video as yet, but the lyrics brought me Happyness .Indeed, its kind of my taste. 

A song can offer us many joys. Lyrical joy. Musical joy. Visual joy. 

Good lyrics get inside your head and stay on your tongue. A singer's baritone or the instrumental nicety of a song or both together make you croon the song all the time. Visual joy is well, to each his own! 

Coat Of Many Colors
by Dolly Parton


Back through the years
I go wonderin once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat
And it was way down in the fall
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told a story
From the bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldnt wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss
Chorus:

My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

And oh I couldnt understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes

But they didn't understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

Lalu sir

Well, what can I say? Sparsh brings us closer to some seniors who till then didn't exist for you, and then are omnipresent thereafter. Last year met some crazy lot, but this time it was Lalu.

Tall guy he is. For me, most of them are tall, anyway.

He apparently is quite talented. Sings. Dances. Makes music. Acts as well.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xR44zwcvsxw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XDQe8FAE5mU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkzxCq0fX-8&feature=youtu.be

Promised us  a dinner we never got. But I did get many tags.

• Firstly that I crack very creative Pjs. 
• Next that I'm a true blue Delhi di kudi..... mu-phat types ( frank that is).
• Then that I'm a mic person, stage and I are made for each other.That I should have definitely anchored our cultural fest.



Worked till 4am for this event :)

• Also, unlike other girls, I'm seen drinking tea at the galla.

I was supposed to give Sir a wake up call at 6am, then 6.30am and then 7am finally.
But since I myself managed to go to bed at 4am, next day I met him at 10am, trying not to yawn and he stares wildly into my face.

I got hurt during our event , after which he jokingly told everyone that Vinti has broken her leg, something that she has already complained of for some 20 times.

Haha, I did manage to throw the ball as far away
as possible during practice sessions :P

Sir asked me once if I had a monkey stuffed toy. I told him I don't play with toys! He said that girls do get animal toys as presents. And I told him presents come from our admirers and you guys gift teddy bears to girls, not monkeys!

Last he ordered that we meet after exams, which we couldn't.


 So, I decided to bid adieus to you Sir, this way. Hope when you come back for convocation, dinner finally happens.  Wish you luck!

Drunkard in backyard ~~~~ Blackout in between

These final exams brought along with nervous nights, two crazy crazy incidents.

April 30,2012

As I was splashing water on my sleepy face, thinking of Negative Feedback Amplifier and DC Chopper circuits , a guy peeked inside our washroom. I was shocked! He disappeared that very second and I tried to ignore this apparition . Walking out of that glum washroom and marching towards my notes (on my bed, in my room), I again saw that creep drinking water from our common tap. 
Heck! 
I indignantly told my room-mate about this labor-class looking guy inside the girls' hostel, and angrily wondered  why such people have to work around us at night. She too got irritated, as much with her Structural Analysis as with the absence of the hostel supervisor when such people work in our hostel.
We crammed our notes.....it was night tea time now. 
Meenam, my roomie's classmate walked towards us, expressing happily that she hadn't studied anything till now. We too echoed the same. (Every one does that, although we all know very well that we all study!!!)
She again came back, this time probably to ask the syllabus. 
Meenam (in her foreign accent): "Did you hear the bathroom incident? Didn't you hear the bathroom incident??"
Me: " No, tell us!" ( Like every other girl , gossip gives me kicks :D , even during exam time)
Meenam (chirpily): " There was this guy inside the first floor's washroom!! One of the girls went there , but was shocked to find him there. He said he was a cleaner and asked her to come later. She ran away, totally scared. Again she went, again he made her run away. Later, another girl went there and as she came out, that psycho was staring into her face!!!!"
Anushruti (runs towards us to add some more fodder to this). 
Meenam (continues, now in high spirits and even thicker  accent):  "That guy starts pretending to clean the bottom of wash basins , with a dry broom (oh yeah!) and girls yell and call the supervisor. She hurriedly rushes to the washroom, screams who's there, a girl's voice replies. Silly madam believed that. Huh! We girls crowed and shouted, then ma'm knocked hard on the door, he finally came out! Our warden soon came here, and grabbed that guy away by pulling his collar."
Priya and I can't stop rolling with laughter. (We are idiots, we should be scared of such breach of security.) 
 Anushruti: "He was a drunk ! He's handed over to the police....."
Well, every guy's dream is to get somewhere near our hostel and this 16 something, drunk , labor looking man walks in and spends a hell of time on two different floors of our hostel......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
May 1,2012

It would be my favorite Principles Of Communication exam the next day . So I slept the whole afternoon, and woke up at around 7pm .  Priya went to the library to teach Sunny something, so in my solitary confinement ,        I tuned in the radio. 7.30 pm and Priya yells from downstairs: "Hungry?"
I say yes, and run towards the mess, thinking I'll eat quickly and finally open the books. We eat a little and electricity is gone. Power Cut!
We can hear groans of girls from all over the hostel, obviously since we all cram energetically a night before exam. 
We hope light would come back soon as it always does.( That's a good thing about Gujarat) In the mean time the mess girls have stopped cooking, saying they can't cook while they can't see. We too can't study . So we wait.
We wait. 
And wait...... they do cook for us, under the emergency light. We have eaten and still can't study. So since electricity is not there and its way too hot, me and Priya run downstairs to grab an ice-cream and this is what we see: Meenam, Ranjita , Snigdha and Somya are studying under the street light.

Snigdha and I try to recollect who that famous guy was who used to study under street light....??!!??

Was it Edison?

The Reason

Its The Reason- by Hoobastank. Enjoy.

No sorry , no thank you?

Friendship means no sorry , no thank you. Really?
Well, sometimes these very words get you friends. And sometimes these very words save you friends.
Meghana is a sweetheart. I don't know what I may be to her.... I hope she considers me well too.

Prior to this Hostel Day ,  I had a string of exams , with professors telling a day before conducting 50 marks practicals and quizzes, sometimes twice a day, back to back. Sleepless nights have never really happened to me, and have always fared well enough in tests. I basically don't fear exams the way people usually do.
Head aches and nervous jitters happened to me in an unpleasant , uncommon way.

Of course, me being the JHS (you could picture JHS as second in command, on any funny sunny day) had to play an important and tiresome role in making our beloved hostel's "DAY" a great one. I had it worked out with Nupur (HS), another girl whom I dearly like and Meghana (JHS herself).

Catering was being looked after by Priya Agarwal , a first yearite , who reported to me and I to Nupur as well as our warden.
Meghana and me spent our good one and a half hours deciding upon a theme for the D-Day and then the next day I spent my four lectures designing a poster-notice for the same.

Then, on a rare four days back to back holiday, I went vacationing with my family to a resort after which came the above mentioned string of exams, tying me to my books and a new found fear.

The whole week was traumatic , as the practical exams showed no outputs and hostel day preparations poked me from left, right and center.
In between journal completion, Bhumi and Radhika made me help them write a letter to the Hostel Section to ask for funds for the Hostel Sports Day.
The next evening I , along with Priya, my room-mate and our mess auditor, designed a poster for the article writing event with loads of excitement , wishing many entries would pour in and we would have a nice time judging these entries. Meghana was among those to compliment us for our poster. Of course Bhumi again asked me to write up a little poster for the most awaited Treasure Hunt .

Exams finally came to an end on Friday, and Priya got really unwell. We decided to see a doctor on Saturday, which somehow got postponed till Monday.
Monday was our hostel day.
While people hated us for our conspicuous absence, we spent horrible moments at that horrible hospital, Priya still not feeling a nano-metre better.
At around 7pm, all dressed up, I went downstairs to find Meghana and a few other girls doing last minute decorations and then came a sour comment from my sweetheart: "So you found some time off?"

I  felt a little sad, then super angry, then full on hatred came all over me.

Next day I heard Meghana had cried the whole morning and was admitted to a hospital for seriously ill health.....

..... After 3 days, and many unpleasant stares and whispers and unkind comments about my "lack of participation" in the hostel day preparations and finally after I couldn't take it any more, wrote a little get well soon apology card to Meghana.

Write for yourself, your home--your hostel

THIS YEAR ON OUR "BLACK AND WHITE" HOSTEL DAY  I BRING TO YOU  AN ARTICLE WRITING COMPETITION WHERE YOU CAN WRITE JUST ANYTHING UNDER THE SUN ABOUT YOUR STAY AT KASTURBA BHAVAN  AS WE BID ADIEUS TO OUR LOVELY HOSTEL

A new page in my diary...

With love, from heavens above

We Indians have a great culture of celebrating and thanking heavens for our every new step, venture, pursuit or purchase.
 A new car, television, home, utensils, baby, computer, job, birthday, our favorite cricketer/movie star's birthday, his/her baby's birthday, passing matriculation, passing 12 years of education, a new juicer-mixer-grinder or anything that brings about a new something in our lives. Remembering God and merry making is what we love to do. Like Hobbits who love to eat and party all the time.
These are events in one's "timeline" -a la Facebook- that mark achievement, enhance one's happiness quotient and form fond memories. 
"Every man's memories are his private literature."
Indians love to keep memories, photo albums, old letters, we could run our own museums ...
Its nothing to do with being religious or being bound by customs and compulsions, we find a solace in this way of life. There's a feeling  that a higher power or a supreme being or the ultimate is looking after us and our new decision is a good one and will bring us lots of good. 
This is essential for human resource development . 
Its interesting that we are such a diverse nation , having as many ways of paying our gratitude to our as many Gods for as many reasons. Decorations and ceremonies involved our often fun-filled and enrich our moral science. These bring us together, like a close knit family. 
And there's nothing wrong in attributing our all to God. It isn't that hard-work and perseverance aren't  the reasons for one's success. The idea is that hard-work and perseverance are infused into us by God or let me call it "faith". 
Faith in oneself or one's parents or mentor too is equivalent to faith in holy father up above, that's a different discussion altogether...
My personal belief is that this "thanking God for the world so sweet" is a sweet way of showing humility, being happy and looking forward to better things out of life.

RIDZI

This is a story about a tall girl by a  short  girl....... Short  one met the tall one on the first day of college  both trying to find the location of EM lab , sem 1 

Ridzi joins AIESEC and dedicates as-they-say her "SOUL"  to this organisation and finds many friends and a few "friends"..........   

Ridzi's world famous ACTIVA is our B-Div's  public transport...... weneva you are hungry, wanna make a trip  to canteen or galla , have forgotten your assignment at your hostel or  its a rush-last-minute job, ask for *KEYS* ;) 

She's super famous and has a spider's web of contacts!!! ( though  she denies this and says  meri toh kisi ke sath bhi interaction nahi hai....!! :P)

She makes me go green with her
a) Academic Record
b) way with the professors (she won't accept this but we all know.... )
c)her luv story
and many such things....

EXAM TIME:
SHE'S NERVOUS LIKE HELL AND THIS MAKES US ALL EVEN MORE NERVOUS!!
HER NOTES SAVE ME, MINE SAVE HER
I ASK HER DOUBTS AT 3AM , WHEN SHE'S FAST ASLEEP
SHE SOLVES MY DOUBTS AND FLOODS MY INBOX WITH HER 100 MORE DOUBTS AT 6AM WHEN I AM ASLEEP!!!!

 As I took it  for granted until our LR  once
said  and then I realised we are close to best friends!!
Well lets just say we are friends who are always
ready to pull each other's legs and hold hands and
feel sad when EC/EDC marks are announced and
ask each other for party for small things

RIDZI...... I WANT BIRTHDAY PARTY!!! :D :P