19/12

R is famous for its extreme climactic conditions; extremely hot in summers and extremely cool in winters. Though this time, even till mid of December, sun god was happily bestowing upon us its heat but the environment was is Styx. Everyone was asking the same question to self or other or even god; Why this time? Yes! I am talking about the same placement scenario. I again repeat, I was looking for a career not just a job, which I could not get finally from the campus. Campus placement policy restricts anyone to get more than one job offers, just to ensure that maximum number of people can be sold to corporates. It was December 18. I attended my second pre-placement talk this season: The SR Group. This talk left me with an impression of SR being a bureaucratic organization and the recruitment team, especially the HR counterpart, with their presentation skills assured me that I'm gonna mold them in my direction of thinking. You can say it as if I was being overconfident, but it happened. That very day we had a written test, absolutely resembling tenth class NTSE papers, just added with an extra technical paper in which indubitably I would have scored 49 out of 50. Test results were to be announced on 19th morning, 0800 hours. As expected, it was delayed by more than 2 hours. 1100 hrs: we mustered at the Science and Technology Entrepreneurship Park for non-eliminating discussion round. It was my second chance to suit up. After spoiling my first chance, I was totally geared up to crack this one. Later we had to face two rounds of interview: Technical and HR. No one among the recruiters were of my stream so, I and my fellow branchmates had to undergo telephonic technical interview. Below you can have a glance to the excerpt from my interview part.

(Technical round)

Good old Boss(Gob): So tell me about the marvelous work you are doing for your thesis.

Mr Overconfident(me): It's about this, that, blah blah blah....

Gob: What for? Any use in current technology?

Me: It's gonna revolutionize the current integrated circuitry...blah blah blah..

Gob: That's pretty good. (elated, eh!) So what courses did you undergo last semester?

Me: All the tautological ones( :P, it's pretty common in my department)

Gob: Have you undergone a course in which I could be interested?

Me: Yes sir! It's on Iron and Steel making.

Gob: (Highly elated) So tell me about impurity removal sequence in steel making (quite certain that he will grab my throat by this arrow, poor him!)

Me: (Hehehe) This way, that way...

Gob: (wiping sweating on his forehead); (quite difficult to break this guy). Okay! So what are the various causes of corrosion?

Me: One is this..and... and...

Gob: (Yes! I finally caught the nerve. Yes!) So tell me about dislocations and its fundamental phenomenon.

Me: It's this that... blah blah blah..

Gob: (Uff.. it's very difficult) Okay dear! We're done.

(Elated sigh; Yeah!)

Mr. Cool: So we will meet up again in few minutes for another round of interview.

Me: Yeah!

(Few moments later)

Mr. Cool: So walk me through your resume.

Me: (Yes! I got the same chance again and I am not gonna waste it :D) Dhishum! Dhishum!.. blah blah blah...

Mr. Cool: Wow! Why not for higher studies then?

Me: (Because I want to screw you up :P) blah blah blah...

Mr. Cool: (convincingly) Hmm. That's good. So, tell us about any difficulty you faced and how you tackled the same, successfully or unsuccessfully.

Me: (little thoughtful, and suddenly my brain sparkled with light) Yeah! It's about my communication skills. When I came to R, I was afraid to talk in English. (See today, I'm quite capable of making you fool :P)

Mr. Fool: Hmm. I appreciate it. So you must be fluent in you mother tongue, right? Tell me about yourself in your mother tongue then.

Me: (Uff..) Okay. blah blah blah....

Mr. Cool: That's good Mr. Overconfident. (to others) Any thing else?

Another wise man: You didn't tell about your hobbies, right?

Me: Yes Sir! It's all about Hindi Poetry.

Awm: Great! Can we be fortunate to hear some of your creations?

Me: (Oh dear lord!) Yeah! (singing)

Mr. Cool: (Sighed finally) So Mr. Overconfident. You can leave now.

Me: Thank you. (Elated sigh again :) )

(Moments later)

Mr. Cool assured me that he was actually fooled. Yuppie.. I was selected.

Though not satisfied. I'm still looking for a career, rather than a job. Hope the months of  February and march will bring blossomed moments for me. Till then, Wish you all a very happy and prosperous New Year 2009.

Employment paradox

Things do change. This is what, we all perceive and do believe. These are the days when many like me would be thinking the same way. After crossing the GREy period, I had been busy planning and trying to shape my career. The most happening semester of my undergrad life has been recently completed. Since the beginning of this semester, subprime bubble was approaching to touch the pin point. September 20th: It fianlly happened. Then and there onwards, the booming global economy has seen a sudden downturn. Elite poeple had been discussing, suggesting and if in their hand, started acting to control the meltdown. Financial market sank. Many of the major players are not any more among corporates. We had been observing this closely but was not able to appreciate the effect in our lives, until the semester approached completion. Yes! It should now be the time of rigorous interview sessions, for us. Haplessly, we are sitting idle, playing AOE or just killing time, hoping for our windfall; The Employment. In turn the situation has shown a viscitude to employers. Big players are not coming to hire us, so the dreams of many of us have simply died and they are just looking for a job. Small players are back with their good old attitude and thus fully exploiting the opportunity to hire "too-good-for-them" and savoring the fruits of recession. However, even in this situation, there lies their own eyecatching hiring style, asiding "good-boys" for a "fairer-sex". What am i doing? Yes! I am still looking for a career, rather than a job. Somewhere lies my ray of hope, which consoles me deeply and assures me that I will have my viscitude of fortune. Yes! Someday I will savor fruit of my patience and perseverance.

on special note: This most happening semster has cursed me with my first ever sgpa in 8 :(.

It wasn’t a time to do everything I wanted. I wasn’t in a somber (or jolly) mood either. Neither was it a time to blog. I don’t know why I made up my mind to put the reflections down here. I apologize to any vagabond (or wanderlust), luckily or unluckily, fording across this ravine of state of my mind. I apologize if you fell down here searching a scintilla of profundity. Quite contradictory, but full of verity, it is a ravine but lacks depth. Sometimes even I myself am not aware of my swerving mood. 

After having a jubilant and happening summer vacation in the lands far-far away, where resided a cruel ruler few decades ago, I returned to enhance my experience. I returned with a determination to rise again to explore the world, for which there is no rest of the world. Two months of painstaking efforts to master a geeky list of three-thousand-five-hundred weapons proved a killjoy till the d-day. I swear, my efforts weren’t degenerated, but I succumbed. I resigned before a machined program. Then and there I realized what my mistake was. Since the age of five, when I started learning, till date I kept myself away from English literature. Reading newspapers only did never proof helpful enough, to comprehend the reading. Two days of great depression, when the mood of financial market is also distressed, broke me from within. Then, rose the resolve again, to help me out of this Styx. 

It’s time for everyone for a week off. I’m signing off with a determination to keep this page updated.

Intuitive Ana and her circle

If you have plenty of free time, you can’t predict at any moment where are you going to waste it. Since last few months I’m trying my hands on writing, so started blogging. This September my blog page will turn two, but it remained indolent for quite some time and also the posts were not so good to lure people to read it. I had been to many blogo-sapiens’ (courtesy lefty) pages and tried to observe their style of writing which catches people’s interest. Many a times I have read beautiful carved stories on those pages and many a times I also thought to try my hand on story writing. I have written some Hindi poems, but only few. Can’t say why and where my rhetoric mind has been dormant since ages, which always loved creating romantic satires, I believed. Yesterday night, I was trying to create a plot for story, and penning down here. Hope to some extent I might be able to see a path for further improvement in this regard.

* * *

People rarely believe on intuitive minds. But one in a million intuitive minds sometimes sees a reality. Ana had been suffering from mental illness since last couple of years. Nobody knew how she became mentally ill. Her near ones only thought that she might have met with some severe accident.

* * *

Since her graduation she was living alone in a small cottage in a rarely dense location. She had some friends over there too and those people most often spent their evening together, at someone’s cottage or at some picnic spot. Ana was very creative and her hands were finely carved for very good paintings. She did not develop it as her profession. She just did it as a dilettante. Sometimes her paintings show a beautifully carved romanticism; sometimes those were dreary and sometimes frightening, creating a real horror. On a beautiful spring morning, James proposed to go for a picnic at a place around 200 kilometers from their living area.

James: Guys! Any specific plan for today or Ana, are you planning to show us again one of your frightening colorful mysteries.

Russel: James! Mind your tongue dear! If you can’t admire an art you don’t have any right to abuse it. You can’t imagine how beautiful she paints.

Sassi: Stop fighting you morons.

Ana: Well, true you my love, I’m not going to spoil this lovely morning in painting inside this cottage. Guys! Why don’t we go for a picnic today?

James: Ana! You cheated me. I mean, you just snatched the words out of my mouth.

James: Well, I was just to tell you about a lovely picnic spot I figured out in my last return trip from city, around 200 kilometers from here. So start packing up and get ready.

Sassi: Two hundred kilometers, means two hours run by car. James! Bring your car and ensure that everything is ok with it. (As a warning to everyone) you have twenty minutes to finish everything here.

After two hours, they are at the spot.

“Wow! A nice place to hangout, this beautiful morning.”

James brought his music system out and again the same, their all time favorite hip-hop. But for a while Ana looked mysterious. It felt that she was searching for something. When everyone started glaring her, to avoid further questions she decided to make another painting. As she took her accessories out, James exhaled, “here goes again the crap, Hunh!” Ana replied with a faint smile and found her place for putting her accessories. Everyone was enjoying as they wanted to. Ana was doing her painting, but a glare of Sassi on the painting frightened her. Seems she was doing some mistake. While painting she was lost in some thought. For a while she stopped painting and turned back to her friends.

Ana: James! Do you remember my painting which you took for the art exhibition in your college, around 5 months ago?

(Everyone is starring at her)

James: Oh Yes! Off course, dear. The beautiful green field at the exit of a small dense forest of a land lord. And, Ya the small hut at one side of the forest, probably where the landlord lived (laughingly).

Ana: And.

“At the center of green field you quoted some mystic place, I guess” James replied. “Yes! My dear and we are standing at the same mystic place” words just fell from Ana’s mouth.

“What!” “Please don’t spoil our day Ana.” “I’m not at all in a mood to spoil our day my love. See; at least have a glance around you. This is what mystifying me since the time I entered this place” Ana defended herself. She packed her accessories and took others to observe everything in the surrounding carefully. Then they returned to Ana’s cottage and searched for that painting. Everything looked perfectly matched.

Russel: You mean, you had intuition about this place?

James: Oh! Come on. It’s just a coincidence and nothing else. Don’t make it further mystery by adding intuitions.

That night they stayed there only. Ana fell back in her day’s imagination and completed her painting, another frightening one. So, she just kept that one with others and everyone took rest.

* * *

Two weeks later.

Ana was driving her car to the city. In the midday she thought to stop somewhere for her lunch. She saw a small roadside cottage and there were two benches lying outside. She stopped there and thought to ask for permission for having her lunch there.

“Is there anyone inside?”

Silence.

(To herself) “May be they would have gone nearby.”

She sat there and had her lunch, in the midst of observing the satire, “a good piece to paint down, I guess.” She started looking around and went inside. There was another gate in the far left corner. She went near the gate, knocked and a while later when it didn’t open she just pushed the door a little. It was open. It opened into a graveyard. She went a little inside and it again mystified her. She became lost somewhere or was trying to recall something. “Yes! It’s the same.” She observed everything round each and every corner. “Oh my god! It’s the same.” It was another painting of hers showing a lonely graveyard where a solitary old man was digging out graves. She looked for the old man. Forcing her memory she recalled the location of the grave in her painting and went around searching it. Suddenly she saw a grave already dug and stepped slowly nearer and nearer and what she saw shook her completely and she just ran to her car. There was the old man digging it further. She left the place for the city, little frightened, little lost in thoughts. “Why is it happening with me? How can I draw those places where I have never been to, those things which have never happened to me before?”

* * *

On return, she told everything what happened that day to her three friends.

Russel: Oh my god! It means you draw intuitively. Then your other paintings may have some clues. I think we should look for those.

James: Oh shut up! Idiot! It’s just another coincidence and nothing else.

Sassi: Why don’t we try for observing her paintings? May be if it is intuition then we can have some clues?

They started arranging her paintings at least in hope to find some clues. Suddenly Sassi shouted “I’ve been to this place. It’s around two hundred kilometers from this place, in north east. I think we should look for this place’s mystery.” “Good idea. We can hope to get some more evidences.”

Next morning, they all left for the place and the exploration did nothing else than to strengthen the intuitions. Ana was looking upset those days. Hunt and hunt for the places, she had painted. She had stopped painting further. Was worried about what actually these intuitions want to tell her. All paintings seemed in some sequel. All places found were in some coordinated arrangement, trying to convey some message. Twenty five paintings; and till now twenty four coordinated places found. What was the real mystery? May be twenty fifth painting will tell.

* * *

One day she had to leave for the city for some urgent work. Because of her illness Sassi wanted to give her a company, but Ana decided to go alone. She gave her cottage keys to her friends, who decided to stay there to figure out some clue using all the sequence of paintings. They took a location map and tried to figure out something using the places found.

* * *

Ana returned next morning. She asked for Sassi, James and Russel. Silence. “They might have gone to her cottage or to the last location to find the final clue” she murmured. She tried to knock at the door of her cottage but it was left open. Inside her bedroom she found something disordered. “Oh ya! They have left all the painting disarranged at my bed. That’s good.” But a glance at the arrangement shook her for a while. Twenty four paintings were placed in a circular manner symmetrically and twentyfifth one was at the center. There was a location map lying around and each of the twenty four places was marked, making exactly a circle. But another thought thrilled her completely as at the center of that circle, she was standing right then. Then she glared at the painting at the center. Yes! It was her bedroom with three bodies at the center and one some kind of vacant spot. That spot was nothing but the place where her bed was. Completely shaken with the horror of unprecedented she tried to displace her bed and got another shock. There was some thing covered. Terrified from within she lifted the cover and what she saw just forced her to run towards the door and she just ran shouting and crying and crying. There were lying the bodies of her three friends brutally murdered and a vacant place, probably for her but she survived. She ran towards the city completely terrified, completely shaken and met with an accident in her mental instability. Since then she was in hospital. No body bothered actually to find out about her cottage. No body knows, where are her paintings.

Euro Fever

On a beautiful spring evening, searching for a little place to witness the tussle does not state that I have caught the ongoing fever. Weather report says Deutschland will pour this week. Although it’s not pouring but weather is extremely fluctuating. In the morning thermometer indicates 22 degrees and cool winds from Alps may freeze you outside of your room. In the day time thermometer doesn’t indicate more than 25 degrees but weather is beautifully sunny hot and you can opt for sunbathe.

Yesterday evening Deutschland was playing Croatia and it was an opportunity for me to figure out the actual Euro-fever in Europe. I had to meet a German guy who had been to my home country for sometime and we had planned to watch the fever together. I didn’t know how fascinating he could be, about India or about Germany or specifically about the match; afraid of boredom I dragged some of my friends with me too. There was a big screen displaying the live match at our meeting spot and even one and a half hour before starting of the game freaks were present to reserve their seat. He took us to a biergarten so that we can find some places to sit there and enjoy the match. But, it was not in favor of Deutschland’s fortune that we could find a place actually. Then we decided to shift to the cultural center and this was the place where I could very well figure out the so called EuroFever. You can’t listen to the person standing beside you because of the synchronized noise level in support of Deutschland. Each and every freak was dressed in their tricolor flag or in the white team dress, sipping beer cans and shouting and shouting. If the Spartan plot of movie 300 had to be remade on this plot, the dialogue could certainly be “This is total madness” and in reply the deliverer could have been hit hard by the adidas’ soccer ball saying “This is Euro Fever and Deutschland is playing.” Or, might be his head could have been blown by the stroke of a beer bottle. In the awful combination of the madness and boredom of the German companion we decided to find our folks and we left that place saying “chuss” to Mr. German. As soon as we met our folks, Croatia did that. The first goal against Germany and I could see some faces leaning down in regret. May be they would be accusing Lehman as he was also considered to be the problem in the team. I’m not saying this on my own; actually I heard some of them to utter this. After the end of first half, I prayed for Croatia to continue and beat Germany so that I can observe another side of this fever, the agony. Truly as an observer, not at all malevolently I wished the same. And, Croatia did it again, but unfortunately I was no longer present to witness that. May Deutschland win against Austria! So that I can have further chances to complete my observation, and at least enthusiasm of these people does not die so early.

India Days

Reading a poster titled India-Days, anyone living outside this largest democracy on Earth, would fall into memories of his/her days spent in India, with its diversified culture and beautiful cosmos for living. Anyone who is eager to know India would be excited to attend it. When you invite a mix of people, some who belongs to India, some who has spent some moment in India and some who is eager to know about India, for such an event, just think of the beautiful intercultural experience being built for everyone. This is what exactly happened at Rupart Karlos University at Heidelberg, Germany.

On a fine morning, Deutsher Akademischer Austausch Dienst sent me an invitation to India-Days at Heidelberg. Reading the title excited me, and probably all other invited fellows, to enjoy a get together of many homely folks at home far-far away from home. The last weekend it held. Use wiki to know about Heidelberg, it would tell you about the most famous tourist spot there. It’s nothing but the Castle. So it was my first visiting spot too. At 1600 hrs we were received at the youth hostel and then we left for the Univ. for the formal inaugural of India-Days. Had a beautiful dinner at the Inaugural Night. The motto of this event was to impress Germans and Indians to enjoy the intercultural and educational experiences interchangeably. In other words, German agency was trying to impress Germans about India and to excite them to go to India. But, one thing for sure, in this event I realized the greatness of my country and how it is influencing the people far away. I am proud to be an Indian and every Indian must be. With EuroCup fever in whole of the Europe, it was a brilliant moment to enjoy our Desi disc that night. It was really good to see Germans, trying their hand on Bhangra with us and even singing our bollywood songs. This moment gave us another opportunity to see the fireworks at the Castle in the memories of burning of the castle by striking of a lightning. After another formal end to the event we diverted according to our previous plans to the cities of our interest and landed at Frankfurt, a commercial hub of Deutschland. Finally back to week life at work.

Cia later.

Ten unhappening days :(

Today is the day number eleven at a world which seemed completely unknown from a land few thousand miles farther. When you have not reached such place, you sometimes dream about the new experiences of life. New people, new climate, new living style and even the language. Smart enough people do adjust each and every unprecedented circumstance. Being an IITian (considered the hub of smart people), I was proud enough to be able to tackle the new environment. But, somewhere it let me down. Hunh! Not knowing their language has become an attacking tool for them. When I joined the institute as Guest Scientist, I got a login account here. Smart folks around me adored me, but they are unaware of the attacking tool that account is being used as. Each and every day, I am being forced to use Google’s language tool at least 5 times and for that matter many thanks to Google, Freetranslation and Leo. Even before going to the market, I need the help of these tools, to identify exactly what I need. But, after all I belong to the Great Indian Hub of Smart People, so I’m smartly surviving here. (Nice nomenclature after all ;) ).

Ten days have past and I’ve a fairly good idea of the city. So, let me take you to the tour of the city I’m residing in. Hitler and his followers made the city Nuremberg famous as they were trialed here after World War II. Nuremberg is also famous for some ancient civilization in Europe, which I have not yet bothered to find about. However I’m in possession of city map, provided by the person-in-charge of strategic planning of my institute, which coveys enough detail about the visiting places of the city. My city is around 12 kilometers away from Nuremberg airport and is known as Erlangen. As I’ve already mentioned its blossoming spring here, so city looks quite green. Summer is arriving and its initial phase is really intolerable. You always feel to be beneath cold shower. This city has almost a hundred thousand people living in. Twenty five thousand works here for Siemens and twenty five thousand studies here in the university. So removing these two will resize the city into half. Found many Indians here, mostly working for Siemens only. And, none the less a sardaarji too. Meeting sardaarji was quite eventful. I was going to the residence of other smart folks. Two of them were with me too. We came out of the supermarket with large baggages of eatables and caught the wrong bus, which left us at a place atleast five kilometers away from our destination. And next bus at that stop was one and a half hour later. So we had no option else to walk. After thirty minutes of exhaustive walking we reached a stop where next bus was half an hour later and there was not enough courage to walk further. It was like a picnic spot for us, opening our food packets we were enjoying the brunch hour. Suddenly one of us saw the most privileged sardaarji taking out his car and he just zoomed towards him. A sympathetic feeling for his countrymen led us find a place into the car and he dropped us to the right spot. He also promised us to invite on the opening of his Indian eatery in the early June. Hope we could find a place to eat like home. This weekend we folks are off for the Erlangen Beach Party. Wanna come along, then join us ASAP else wait for this page to be updated.

First impression as a Foreign National

Here it goes!

I’m finally landed at the land of Nazi’s. Country looked beautiful and green at first glance. The very first day, got the impression proved that Deutschland is the country which live by rules. Went through all formal proceedings to be a legitimate inhabitant of the city. Another important thing was the impression I received from the institution I would be working, it is maintained under extreme securities. Had to sign non disclosure agreement too, so I’m bound not to disclose what I have seen here. I’m provided with a nice apartment in the institute building only. The city I’m residing in is a village by the standards of Germany, but comprise of many big supermarkets and a mall which is surely more than double in size of Pacific in Ghaziabad. Its spring time here, so all around city is blossoming with greenery. Temperature always lies between 20-23 degrees. Sometimes it drizzles here too (perfect time to date someone ;) ).

The most problematic part of my stay, that people rarely speaks English here. So, I have become more of a dumb as I have to convey my messages through hand-gestures. Hope during my stay I would be able to learn a bit of their language. Rest, in the next update. This weekend I’m planning a nice city trip, so may be there would be more for you in the next.

I'm back!

Ah! I’m back.
It’s been long writing something, so it’s just something I’m penning down here (rather typing). Many more things happened during this long break. Many more times I thought of updating those here, but all those many more times I could just think. Result is before you. If you like to know in brief then follow else press Alt+f4 and wait for next update as that may bring you something readable.
Well, to start with, I would like to express something about my first ever engineering experience. I led the smart folks to an industrial trip in an industry situated in the state of erstwhile Rajputana. My first ever experience of a tour with whole lot of smart folks (along with a Geek!!). For those six days, it felt that could we have the power to stop the time to run! Days exhausted in industry and at night we all explored the city of lakes. Going to industry places was something which we never wanted during the tour but it allowed us to have an adventurous and beautiful experience of walking 1000 ft down the level on which humanity resides on the planet. Yes! It’s a mine. Listening about a mine first imagination in anyone’s mind comes of a coal mine, black everywhere and very dirty and muddy even. But it wasn’t a coal mine. Brilliant engineering masterpiece, as it is brilliantly air cooled. Rest about the city, where you can find many more places of historic importance, especially forts, palaces and lakes. The thing which I loved the most about that place was food. Always went for typical rajasthani food. Searched for best restaurants and I would suggest if you ever happen to visit that place do search for “Aapni Dhaani” and enjoy a brilliant combination of delicious food and excellent service. I would love to be there again and again.
It’s only in brief. If you wish to listen to the story in full detail then come to me sometime. Well, I have successfully completed my junior year. Before being promoted to senior year and the last memorable year of my undergraduates, I’m off to Deutschland for 10 weeks. I will try to keep this page updated from there. Watch out!

First anniversary of a Legitimate bachelor

It wasn’t a glooming darkness. Neither was sun being extravagant at the rise nor was the spring loosing its charm. But, certainly all those were being so picturesque that a rhetoric soul would definitely start penning down the cosmos being built; certainly it was bringing, for him, a reason to smile. It was the day, on which Chocolaty passes a complete year post legitimacy of bachelorhood. For the first time, he was celebrating his birthday among friends this way. Lords have grown up from R culture of beating-one-hard. So quite lucky he was, No Bumps! It was quarter to 0000 and lords started in its style. Noodles and lays made the tongue feel tasty-salty while refreshing Double-Sundae and heavenly Black Forest made everyone delighted. Just one to go and My-can started being shaken and at 0000 its seal broke and filled the cosmos with carbonaceous liquid. Having sipped those cans focus was brought to the pineapple cake and the party went on. Creative 2.1 was sufficient enough to let the wise people living in apartments beside lords’ dynasty know what is going on, and eventually they could not restrain themselves to point it out! His beloved Nokia 6610 started functioning; probably airtel was also supporting others to express them to Chocolaty.

Waking up with rising sun and a charming smile to follow daily routine was not surprising for him. The real surprise came a while later, like pooh was wishing birthday to piglet. A beautiful cartoon evolved in the black background to wish his birthday with utterly-butterly and delicious style. But fortunately (I would say it fortunately!) it was so happy to enjoy the chocolaty birthday, it forgot to disappear before the wise man could figure it out. And, here only he revealed that he actually noticed banging creative 2.1. Whole forest started singing the birthday song, reminding chocolaty of his schooldays. Thanks to you all.

When winter became panic

Its the start of 2k8 and winter season is at its extreme. As R is famous for uneven mood of weather, so anyone can guess its mood this time. January, started with little windy and chilling mood and probably would end up unchanged. People have even reported to find ice bricks lying on the lawns. If you go to buy a chocolate, and get a stone hard frozen one, then it should not be any surprise. All you have to do is to use hammering tools, readily available with meta and mech people, to savor it. If chocolate could freeze, then its obvious if chocolaty is shivering too much. Seems chocolaty has surpassed his and directly entered into geezerhood. Another hitherto being the suffering from abdominal pain. Now it has advanced to the extreme. Reason being, great hospitality available in R. First checkup, and sophisticated person just tries to guess something and ipso facto use you as his experimental physical model, ignoring the real that you are the prototype. You may have to skip your meals, as quantities of experimental parameters would be sufficient enough to feed the live machine. Later comes the diagnosis part. A 4x3 sq inch booklet contains all your history of using hospitality of R. And in some cases, you may be referred out for some proceedings. Today, chocolaty was seen to use outside hospitality, for inner diagnosis using radiography. It was 4th time in 4 years this body had been subjected, for radio waves to peep inside the abdomen. Only reason being other symptoms like extreme concentrated pain. Tried and tested, results are every time the same. Some thing was special during this experimentation. As chocolaty was already shivering from cold, he was given a punishment in lieu of availing this diagnosis. Called inside the clean room, asked to lay down on the experimental table exposing the parts above waste. See how humiliating these medicos are, as they had been watching the person shivering in cold because of exposing the body and the doc was involved in a private discussion. Whenever tried to cloth it, was warned by dementors. This punishment continued for 15 dying minutes. When the experiment was over, the body was booted out as another samples had to be prepared, for the same experimentation. Hope, some sensibility could be rooted in the mighty skull of these dementors.

1408

1+4+0+8 = 13, the evil fucking number

Once upon a time there lived a heart, which believed that it would never give up while watching any sensational, thrilling or horrific movie. It had witnessed the sensation and thrill of movies like grudge, final destination, ring and many more without a maiden sign of fear. Anytime, if challenged it had seen the winning side only, just like the famous writer Michael Enslin who always enjoyed the adventure in finding out the truth out of myth. Yes, yes, this is the guy who actually stopped that brave heart to beat anymore.

It is all about the movie 1408, which is centred on this character. Michael Enslin used to write about the hidden truth behind the myth about evilness of hotel rooms. He always won, but it was room number 1408 in hotel Dolphin which challenged his willpower. It was believed that no body could stay alive more than an hour inside that room. Mike became excited in finding out the truth behind this. Hotel administration tried its best to prevent the brave check into that room, by threatening him of the previous incidents, but he was a soldier of spirit. And, with that spirit only he enters the room, assuring himself to find out the truth. Few moments later, the evil of the room starts taking action, and a timer showing his lifetime started blinking. What was happening to that brave young man, I would not write that here, because it is really difficult to describe the thrill of the events which occurred. I can only say that whatever happened inside the screen, my brave heart died of its courage. The situation became like whenever a thrill was suspected, I paused the movie and went out to relieve the past effects of thrill of the movie, and start afresh to face next. Salute to the brave young man. However that character was fictitious, the events happening with him challenged my intrepid heart to every extent it could be possible.

At last, a must watch movie for every brave heart.

Winter of '07

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But before the next begins, where was chocolaty spending his vacations? Guessed? Off course, some days were spent at R (for the fulfillment of the curiosity of outcome of the previous). The moment arrived finally when chocolaty was excited for his first ever fly! Was he actually? Probably yes or may not. It was lucky indigo which got the privilege of offering chocolaty’s first ever fly in its airbus. Whatever be the situation at the ground, while in sky, he certainly was giggling with the scenic beauty, after getting the window seat. Rising sun through the sky crapping Himalayas, beautifully spread clouds which looked like heavy sea tides through out the reach of vision, combined with the beauty of Kanchanjangha summit, it felt that picturesque satire was planned to welcome chocolaty and offer him never dying memories of his first ever fly. Thanks to indigo. Thanks to winter academy organizing people. Thanks to nature.

Airbus reached Guwahati. The city of mighty and picturesque Brahmaputra, river islands, beaches, beach-islands, thick tropical green cover, natural sweet-water lakes, in the state of tea gardens welcome chocolaty. Taxi driver drove the way to Kapili, the privileged place to offer a week stay to chocolaty. It’s a hostel in IIT Guwahati. Whole campus surrounded with places of natural beauty and eye catching sights, especially in the evening time under the street lights. Seemed, it would have been a resort. First evening was just a formal welcome, and the beacon was lit for the war of brainwaves, so named Indo-German Winter Academy. It felt, moment later chapter one, two and three were closed with the strict routine life- wake up early, catch the bus by 7 am, have breakfast and the brainstorming session starts. Five potent dynasties were made martyrs everyday, with short intervals of refreshment for the next including a little larger one for feeding the energies to other brave sons of engineering schools, to keep their hearts beating at least upto their turn. And after this much disaster at the end of every chapter, no body could be left with enough courage to continue further. Another chapter began, with some soldiers having belief of survival, but probably intense prayers also could not work. After three happening days, some repose came into being, as further days were schedule for pre lunch battle only. Before welcoming this repose, a martial art dance program was organized. Sorry, can’t explain what happened there. Chocolaty did not attend that because he was reckoned to be the first soldier in the next day’s battle field. On the first chapter of repose, river cruise picnic was organized on the picturesque Brahmaputra. That night, local hosts led guests to their famous view point. The campus looks awesome from the top under the effect of great invention of Thomas Alva Edison. Next reposing session was spent for religious causes. Almost everyone went to the famous Kamakhya Temple in Nilachal Peaks and the Balaji Temple little ahead of the city. And then comes the last day at the battle field. Happyzzzz endingzzzz alwayzzzz.

Everyone was being emotional. To tie up these flow of intense emotions, local hosts decided to organize a farewell with Bonfire Nightout. Chocolaty describes that night in these lines:

आग की लपटें समां बाँध रहीं थीं
वारी-न्यारी यारी का पयाम बाँट रही थी
एक यादगार क्षण का लुत्फ़ झलक रहा था
सबकी हंसी ठिठोली से गुलशन महक रहा था
जब वक़्त बिछड़ने का आया,
अश्रुतीत थे हुए नयन|
सब अपने पथ को मुड़े,
दिलों में रहने का देकर वचन|