30% engineer

well,another semester passes away, quicker than my imagination,with a lot of memories to cherish, many big lessons,many short queries,some riddles unsolved,many infinte jiggles......
infact at times i feel,my five years of life at stolen by this kgp campus,the only time back i remember i had to kill was the one month break at home.though the very basic question i feel i that "have i learnt anything relating a technocrat after being 30 % engineer".the anser is probably no,i am more or less on the same knowledge platform,except some rubbish formulas have deeply penetrated my mind,to thrash my creativity and imagination.someone said back to me"nehru made IIT to collect all ignited minds at a place and dumb them all ".
well ya i have learn some extra acads stuff,for which i guess IIT is truly known for.or may be it was just me who missed the bus,may be my colleges have learnt some think here .
hard to comment,anyways
happy holidayzzz

I hate semiconductor course :(

I seriously hate semiconductor devices course,i hate the way its framed,the way its taught,and the way its graded.donno it was who's god damn idea to write 300 pages of theory with hell lot of formulas for a junction with size of few nanometers........huhhhhhhh...cant help...every time i darre to open the book i feel so sleepy that i cant do anything else....i donno whom to blame,cos its such a maggu thing that i read the whole 120 pages chapter that was fully devoted to a chaotic deplection junction but couldnt get a single good fundoo thing out of it,rather it was a bit of formulas that strugggled to go inside my mind.....n this is not only my problem.....its the problem of whole batch....i donno whether the prof is blind or what but the whole class is sleeping,or rather made to sleep during the lecture...i guess the people who took this as breadth must have had sleeplessness.with 4 more days to go for endsems every other guy i talk to about this course the reply is"yaar poora chapter padh liya par kutch samajh nahi aya,jab bhi book kholta hoon neend a jati hai,frusssssssst".today we were to submit the assignment and at most 4-5 guys did it for themselves rest all took theirs and copied in the class right under the nose of prof,infact many of them just came gave their attendence and ran from the back door..this is it......even i had a cool nap in the class,but cant blame my self......really this course sucks.with big bolting diagrams and graphs througout this book, i donno are we here just to go for research or what?cant things be made simple?is it necessary to extrapolate every n-type regoin till it gets pinched of and we end up in few more hundreds of equations....

SPEED ........ my passion

back from a memorable homestay...happy n fresh ....i thought the very first day something missing....some thing very important to me.....can u guess it ...it was a bike...haaa,well,it may sound funny,but that's it,SPEED has been my passion for long,how long even i do not remember.....when i was a kid i was once asked by some relatives "beta ,kya banoge bade ho kar",i replied almost instantly,"pilot" ,they asked me why,n ,i was qiuck again,"kyonki aeroplane ,tez,bahut tez udta hai".
same was my dream till 10th class, was i learnt about the NDA exams,for which one has to clear medical test's and all stuff,i was taken abak ,by the information,because,i was sure they would send me right back.........:(( .some one told me why dont u try for an engineering in aeronautics,at such small age it was so easy to divert the mind,and i landed to kgp with my b.tech, not in aerospace,but electronics,i feel amazed at my self,but there is still a hope i could clear a post graduae exam for air force,the problem is same ,physical fitnss,for which i just need to gain weight,not much difficult, is it? at times i used to dream of a day,when i would be standing with other army pilots in a row,with chest protuding out,and a keen eye n ear to the words spokn by the commandent,"who will take up the challange ,against the enemies",and i would get a chance,to fly higher than any one had ever flee,faster than the thought of the enemy,crush any one with my zeal.....................
but ,here i m ,sitting in my room,just happy wid my dreams,though i have lived up to my passion a bit,twice i got oportunity this year to go on a long drive,on KARIZMA,and rest u can imagine,it feels so great to with winds passing by at such a speed that,hairs fall back,cheeks are pushed in,and eyes just have a gloomy view,milometer crossing 130kmph,on a clean ,clear,empty highway at the midnight 12,this is something i can cherish all my life,it may soud stupid,but i felt soo great after the ride,happy that i have great senses,and i was fast,soo fast that people barely had a look, who's riding.
they fact that bikes are not allowed in kgp was also a shock to me during admission,cant help,at most i could do ,was to by a racing bicycle,and try my luck hard to have some fun,n ,that's what i have done?
CAN ANYONE TELL WHY AREN'T BIKES ALLOWED IN CAMPUS,ITS FIN IF THEY IMPOSE A HELL LOT OF TRAFFIC RULES,BUT PLLZ GET THE RULE CHANGED!!!

back to my life....

Well,this is life......... there is a moment when i m about to leave from home within minutes with a bit of excitement and lots and lots of emotions growing every second,then a moment when i m on train with friends ,whom i met after a long long time,lots of chat and gossip,programs for time ahead, then next morning i m back to my alma mater,for another 2 months or so,with a bit of frustration over the climate at kgp,and excitement to meet other friends.

yes, this is it......, i enter my new home,AZAD ,with a new room,new roomie,new mess,new neighbors............lots of unknown people around,some curious to know me,some just as arrogat ass they can be, and life goes on.......time passes as i interact with guys around,get to know their hometown,their habits and hobbies.......i ran for the first time in my life in a race ,and to my own surprise i get to know i m a good runner.......yes this is life,i never knew i can run 9 km at a go,i never knew i can dance too.......with lots of discoveries over myself time just slipped by my hand..then all of a sudden i came to realise i have exams too,heheheeee..... this is life,i forgot the soul aim of my stay a kgp,or rather i was much happier not to remember it,neways...with a very tight schedule ,exams just came and passed by,then elections and other formalities.....a lot of things happened in between which made me realise by goddies and pitfalls...birthday just came and passed,except for the heavy birthday bumps i got everything was just as normal as i t can be,same schedule,a lot of work,a lot of phone calls and msg's added to the moments to cherish....and now after this whole period of 2 months at last i got my peace of mind and calmness of heart, at 1:30 am ,to look at my own blog.......i cant explain how happy i m with present state of mind,how happy i m when i realise how smart and tough i have been over my own expectations to pass this 2 months,how difficult it was to get some words of praise from a persons mouth,and i got it...kudos to myself....this is life.....
u never know the time ahead can bring u with a smile on face or with a sorrow hidded deep to be revealed to the outer world........ yes this is it,some one has rightly said
हर पल में पयार है ,
हर लमहे में ,ख़ुशी है ,
रो के खो दो तो यादें है,
हँस के जीं लो तो जीनदगी है ,

something on myself......

I donno whether this was to be blogged or not,still confused,but on the advice of one of my friends,its here,hope u get some scene of ur life out of it.......
tarana mein dil ka yun hi gata chala tha,
wakt ne jo samne rakha nibhata chala tha,
bachpan mein khoob mauj udai,
kanchi,khelono se bhi khoob nibhai,
pure ghar ko sir par utha lena,
doston ke gudde guddi ki sagai,
soochta hoon kya haseen wo din the,
kyon na unhi ko badhata chala tha,

fir aati hai school ki yaadein,
kash koi vo mere din vapas la dein,
jhoolon par baith a,b,c,d gana,
ma ka pump ke neche baitha kar nehlana,
rickshaw mein antakshari khelte school jana,
har roj gande kapdoon ka ek naya bahana,
dadi ki kahaniyaan,poore ghar ka pyar,
mano,koi nanha shehjada pala tha,

vo class ki masti,vo teacher pe hooting,
interval ki khichai,tiffin ki looting,
ghar par kharab numbers ke bahane,
karname kitne kiye hain, bhagwan hi jane,
exams ke dino mein bhi chhat par cricket,
plastic ki ball,aur kursi ka wicket,
subah se raat tak,cycle par ghoomna,
birthday ka cake,aur sangeet pe jhoomna,
teacher ki mimicry par,hasi ka sagar,
daant padne par,aankeh bhigata chala tha,

high school mein padhai ki jhanjhat,
model's mein videogame khelna,fir board mein aafat,
worldcup ke match dekhte board ki padhai,
jeet har par shartein,shartoon par ladai,
10th mein noida picnic par gaye the,
poore coach mein school ke students bhare the,
antakshari khelte girls-boys ladna,
train mein sardi ki ratoon ka akadna,
ladakpan ke josh,aur javani ke anushashan par
kyon mein bachpan apna bhulata chala tha,

fir aaye 11th ke maggai ke din,
JEE ki musibat mein kho gaya "tintin",
subah ki school aur sham ka tution,
FIITJEE ke test,arihant ka induction,
fir bhi masti hai khoob udai,
sector 7 school thi mauj ,masti ki khai,
na teachers ka ana,na class mein padhana,
2 peroid attent kar,school se bhaag jana,
tution aur padhai ki musibat ko,
isi tarah mauj mein jalata chala tha,

wo jee exam ke din ka excitement,
exam khatam hote hi,study room se absent,
aieee tak mama ki shadi ki dhoom,
paper ke ek din pehle khola study room,
aieee ka paper khoob makhaya,
fir bhi bheje mein,koi tension nahi aya,
jee ke result par kharab mood,
fir bhi sab ka kehna "very good"
ab lagta hai jo rank mila usi ke layak tha,
na jane kyon ummedein badhata chala tha,

dhanbad mein councelling,kgp mein admission,
is beech na jane jhele,kitne tension,
tha kya meine soocha,kya paya hai meine,
ek poora saal bhar masti mein bitaya hai meine,
hostel ki hullad,roj sham mein bhaat,
class mein der se ane par,prof ki daant
electrical ka paper,chemistry ko magna,
din mein soo jana aaur ratoon mein jagna,
fir aati hai nss camp ki yadein,
kshitij aur sf koi kaise bhulade,
hai paya bahut kutch,bahut kutch hai khoya,
jhaadu bhi lagaya,aur kapde bhi dhoya,
purana vivek kahin kho gaya hai,
collage mein raat jagkar,khud so gaya hai,
garmiyoon mein meine,dhoonda hai khud ko,
kyon lakshaya ko pal pal galata chala tha........

Ek panghat........

THIS ONE IS MEANT FOR ONLY THOSE WHO ARE POETIC AT HEART,
else it will seem to boring,rather just set of ryming word,hope u understand it.......


ek panghat ki mein baat likhoon,
kutch vyarth likhoon kutch khas likhoon,
iski ek baat badi nirali hai,
kyon barish mein bhi yeh khali hai?
jab roj dharti ma,suraj ki daah sookhti hai,
na jane kitne rahgiroon ko yeh , jane se rookti hai,
jahan door door tak ,is vishal marubhumi par ek ghas nahi,
sach poocho to sahad ke sagar mein ,iski boond si mithas nahi,
door khade mujhe ,ye adsukha panghat,dharti ka saakh dikha,
par paas gaya jab mein iske,aag nahi bas raakh dikha,
sheetalta tarasti iski sookhi bandar ka kya kehna,
bejan iski oath mein bas tapna,aur dhoop sehna,
sach poocho to yeh kavita bas ek panghat tak nahi seemit hai,
iski dararein muk nahi,saras hai,aur jivit hai,
hai hamara bhi antarman duniyadari ki barish mein suukha,
ek pal ata hai mauj bhara,duja reh jata hai ruukha
kagaj ki kashti naav bani,barish mein kab tak tik payegi,
jab tak pani ki boond ko rahi samajh,khud par na bithlayegi,
hai vyarth pasara bahut yahan,do paise ki batoon ka,
din to din bhi aise lage, jaise ho dewana ratooon ka,
aap badlo ya na badlo,ye door,zamana badal jayega,
kabhi dil khush hoga,kabhi kabhi dehel jayega,
mein kehta hoon ek baat suno,aye jo musibat tumpar,
has dena aankh mein aankh mila,chale jayegi,vo bhi haskar,
dard mitata nahi davakhane se,mitta hai dava ko khane se,
kimti samay jo nikal gaya,fir kya matlab pachtane se,
duniya badi durangi hai,har koi khata hai dhokha,
pet to logon ka bhar jata hai,par man reh jata hai bhookha,
mein shayad jo sooch raha hoon,poora na shabdoon mein likha paaun,
is panghat ki tapan ka,jeevan ki jalan ka geet na poora ga paaun,
yaaron jeven ki uljhi guthi ko,kutch shabdoon mein kya khoolein,
jo padha hai thoda vichar karna,ab isse aage kya bolein.

Two more days.......

2 more days to go,n i will be back to my collage,i still doubt that whether i m happy or sad to again step out of home.......may be the world outside is my share of life,and the love,care ,food of home is a sacrifice to it, or may be god wanted me to cycle between this 2 alternatives to sholder responsibilities and passion at the same time,friends and family at the same time.

donno,i really dont want to think what's gonna come next in my life,my new hostel,its environment,people around,and the way the will interact,just wishing to have a blind date with the coming time,packed up my bags.....preparing to say good bye to my sweet little niece,i some how feel a pain in my stomach,but dont know wat its meant for.may be yes,i loved my collage life more,its very true ,i had a great time their,with lots of friends,lots of rooms to live,full independence,bhaat sessions,late night walk round the campus feeling its pleasent silence,beneath my heart ,i m somehow happy,after all i m their with a purpose,it may be diverted from studies,to interhall activities,gossip,chatting,online gaming,still i have something to do,infact loads of things to do,to keep me busy,then just sparing time.as if i m telling to myself....
"tum badlo ya na badlo,zamana badal jayega"
"kabhi dil mehkega,kabhi dehel jayega"
"naav utari hai pani mein to ,patvarr samhal mere rahi"
"nahi to lakshya aankhoon ke saamne se nikal jayega"

My poetic side...........

After a very serious talk on the dogs and their competitors,here i m with a very different vivek before u.i hope most of u who are interested of poetry would have listened to Mr.kumar vishvas and his very famous poem "koi dewana kehta hai". well ,he came to kgp and on a hindi poetry writing competition he gave the same topic to write on,to my great fate i got my poem selected among the top 3 poems selected by him....have fun reading it.

koi dewana kehta hai,koi pagal samajhta hai
mein kitna hoon tujhmein dooba,tera kajal samajhta hai,
meri majboori ka kya hai manzar na tum poocho
ye to punam ki raat ko sahil samjhta hai

kale is aasman par kyon ek hi chand khilta hai
taroon ki mehfil mein bhi yeh tumse akele milta hai
daag to hum bhi hazaroon le lete khud par,
aisa mauka hum jaise bedaag ko kahan milta hai

tere aakhon ke noor ne kutch aisa dubaya hai,
gota mar iski neeli satah par hamne sara jag paya hai,
hasrat ye hai ,ab ek pal bhi na tu door ho mujhse,
manzar ye hai mano ,meri aahat par bhi tera saaya hai,

likhta hoon is umeed se ke tumko padhaunga
tum na padhi to koi baat nahi door se hi gungunaunga,
tumhare kanoo ko jo na aaya raham mere dil par,
khuda kasam,mein teri is ek jhalak par hi saari umar je jaaunga

dharti ko chhodo ,mera to jannat par bhi gujara nahi hota
koi tujhe ghoore ,mere is dil ko gavara nahi hota
dost kehte hai laga hai rog pagal ho gaya hoon mein
mein kehta hoon,tum na hoti to mein aisa aavara nahi hota

hai rahat pai ab meine,jab sab kutch kho ke baitha hoon;
pehle behoosh rehta tha,par ab madhoosh rehta hoon
tera milne ka har ek pal,meetha gagar se lagta hai
jab door tum jati ho,to khara sagar sa lagta hai

fursat se hoon baitha aaj mein likhne teri javani
mere shabdoon ki tadpan ke bina tu hai adhoori kahani
padhenge loog,soochenge hai thandi aag ye kaisi
kehenge mujhko dewana kehenge tujhko dewani

jo aakhen band mein karta hoon,to bas ek tum hi dikhti ho
mere kore in sapnoon mein,na jane kya kya likhti ho
jo aakhen khol dunga to,ho jaoogi firse dhumil
shaan or shaukat se nahi sajti,bas tumse hai meri mehfil

bhatki meri is naav ko ,kaash tu kinara de de
kohra khoob ghana hai,teri aakhon ka sahara de de
naam ab tera hi yaad hai,khud ka bhool jata hoon
kisi ko ho jo pukarna to aashique kunvara keh de

padhenge log ,poochenge mein kyon bas pyar likhta hoon
mein to bas is anokhe jagat ka sar likhta hoon
sach kehta hoon mein bas yunhi bekaar nahi likhta
mera izhaar likhta hoon,tera inqaar likhta hoon


hope i liked it,lots more to come !!!!!! hang on.

CHEER'S TO THE DOGS

WELL , surprised by the heading, aren't u .but for myself, i m shocked , taken aback and disturbed by the incident that took before my eye's this noon. As to everydays schedule, my MA took the food for the stray dog , living nearby , who was anxieously waiting for the stuff.
i was standing at the door observing the clear blue sky . then something very unexpected turned up . as my mom kept the roti and other stuff wrapped on the floor just outside the door and made a noise to call the dog , A short heighted , sulky , dusty man came in no time , from where i donno and grabbd the food from the rain wet floor and ran.
The dog chased him a bit as though the only legitimate owner of the food passed by my mom,but the human (i donno whether that man realy was) horrified the dog with his stick,
and began to eat as if he had seen the food for the very first time in his life.
his horrified face is what i cant forget,as if i was some alien to him,his sunken eye's made me feel some sort of pity , his bend back , trembling body unveiled the frustration in his heart
.wid nothing to comment on his clothes , i can only say , the moment my eyes caught his face i was lost in some world unknown ,or rather unnoticed . if this be the human condition's in the land of epics , where at times we cant even figure out the difference between a man and a dog,
for even the dog showd some emotions ,we better not boast our developments.
Cheers to the 2nd highest economic grown rate of india , for this is what we get outta it . Cheers to the 60 yeas of independence , for we fought for this big deed , while the britishes kept"DOGS AND INDIANS NOT ALLOWED" , WE somehow have maintained their tradition alive,
cheer's to my neighbours for this incident was a source of amusement and gossip to them,unaware of the realities of the world , cheers to the media who's engaged to make taj one of the seven wonder's , motivating people to spend money on sms , for they are very much unaware of the wonderful living conditions on motherland,they are busy wid various sting operation, shooting every part of mallika's body while she dance,b'cos there is no need to catch the dark show of poverty in every corner of state ,what's the need,this news wont fetch them any money,hail to the dogs for even the had enough emotions to pity on the man,
for them is the kingdom of heaven,lets rejoice the achievement of our country in various fields of science,for this is what they end up in.......haaaaa..
i may sound errotic to the reader,but yes this is the irony of life.for some of u may find this a filthy pour of my mind,i m damn serious,for once vivekanand said "give me 100 dedicated indians and i will change the country",i guess 100 may not be the number we need this time.......
here i pleadge that what all be my savings as i start to earn i will spent 5-10% of it on these nomadic conditions of my countrymen....
and i invite u to join the club,as we youth are to reep the seeds of a fruitful future.
for this unwinds one more mystry of life ,as to what exactly is happiness,think abt it........each and every induvidual has his owm measure of happiness ..
isn't it...for my mom the food was of no use... for the dog i had great value...for the man it was no less that a gift from heaven,wisely said,for a five rupees of dairymilk may not be of any value to me,but if i give it to my little niece,her joys would feel no bound,the whole day he will mop around and recite"CHAHU NE CHOCLATE DI".
donno whether i m right or wrong.donno what i meant to convey to u through this blog has come up rightly through the words but,yes u would have felt the fire,now its up to u to turn ur face off or burn the holy bright.
"may god help and prosper the DOGS of my country,for the humans too have joined their race.................".

why this blog????????

Yes,the very correct question?
god knows wat made me create thsi blog space,but as i type these letter on my laptop screen,i feel a world unknown being unwrapped.still at this midnight of my summer hols i find it much comfortable to do this very unexpected job(atleast for myself).struck hard wid the boredom of unending summer hols,i feel pain to pass my time or rather kill time.....passing my whole day wandering .......playing wid my sweet niece.chatting whole long eve wid my friends and killing time on my laptop,i feel there are times when we are so short of even a second that it can turn mountains in the journey of life,and now here i m finally on my blog which i will surely use to post my poems and articles on various evedent happenings in my collage(IIT KHARAGPUR) sparing time soo lavishly as if its no worth to me now.i remember time of my jee paper when even a single minute could have made a huge diffrence to my life and consecuences,time when just a delay of few seconds prevented me from myself having a memorable trip to goa(i missed the train) and now i have it in soo excess?........god.......THIS IS LIFE....u neverr know the fuss it can make..........even the sudden turn it can take.......at times we sit doing things just for sake.........passing and playing,give and take...yet we observe even very important things face out fake......and then we are on a thoughtless dry lake.......cheers to my friends .......have a choclate cake.......and just continue this unending chaotic life's bake.