Friday, December 10, 2010

Save tigers again!!!

Hi...again I am back on 'Save Tigers'...
Today's slogans..'Save Tigers','Save Environment'...etc etc...How??
--Advertisements?Climate Summits?protocols?
Media war?Celebrity talks in closed studio in AC?Political war between developing and developed countries?
Crores wasted (natural resources along with money) in each of the so called 'Climate Talks'?
What the diplomats would do talking to each other if the citizens of each nation does not feel the
importance of every bit of every resources we are using?
People are there who just laugh on the whole concept of climate change..some just cant believe the fact that they need to save water,electricity,food...they get these things in abundance and they waste..and these people are the so called 'educated' people...they have studied about earth and environment for about 10 yrs in school, they have studied about renewable-nonrenewable resources,about endangered animals,about extinct animals, about pollution,about climate change etc in science and each of us have read Mr Gandhi-'Earth has enough
to satisfy every man's need but not every man's greed' .....but we forget yaar..we always forget..
We always forget that the earth is not going to expand...
we are proud to remember that we are the best creation of God,with a lots of brain power
but we forget that 'with great power comes great responsibility'...we forget that this earth is for us to live not to destroy out of ignorance and greed....we forget that though we assume God in form of human being,God is the builder of the whole earth..starting from a microorganism.
Now..the conclusion from the lecturebaji is - everyone of us should do their bit to save a bit of resource..first we should try to influence ourselves and only then we can influence people around us.
Again lets come to 'Save Tiger'(Dont mind..this is a magical creature for me)...
how to save tiger?-By saving their habitat..
how to save their habitat?-by preserving forests..
how to preserve forests?-simple yaar,by not cutting them..
But..wait a second...we need to clear out forests yaar..or else where will the ever increasing population go?
how can we urbanise?how can we bult industries to generate commodities for meeting the ever increasing demand?
how can we earn money to buy a home,a car..sorry two/three cars,live in perfect luxury?If we don't cut forests then how can we get minerals for our products?for meeting the ever increasing demand of electricity?
There must be a way to find the balance.....people are trying hard for this...but I don't know how and what should I do...
I just know that I can save a little bit of water,electricity and food,plant some trees,use a bit less
polythene bags,try to encourage others for doing the same and blog about it..

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Monday, December 6, 2010

One Year and counting...

Today I can proudly say that I have survived 365 days at Infosys
Technologies Limited. On a second thought, it has been a dream journey
so far. With so many lovely people around, who made it so easy for me,
I have no words to thank you. Infosys Training, hailed as one of the
most hectic/tough/blah..blah..blah.. Sorry I never felt so.
It (Training) was the cream of Infy life so far. Less tension, less
responsibilities, more friends, more time at my disposal.
Thank you each one of you for believing in me!
Thank you God!

Kumar Saurav
Associate Member,
PSD (Infosys Leadership Institute )
350, Hebbal Electronics City, Hottagalli, Mysore -570 018.Karnataka.

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Saturday, December 4, 2010

Guys, I DONATED BLOOD YESTERDAY and IT FEELS GREAT....350 4 minutes..all my life i was waiting for this moment...i was not eligible before actually!!

It was State Blood Transfusion Council..which came to college and organised the camp..we also checked for thelesamia minor..

Strangely,85% of the donors were girls..some of them were not capable but they reached there..i suppose its easy to stir them emotionally..or the other way round they have more tolerance..(Guys, dont take me wrong!!)

Please do take this opportunity...provided you are confident of your health conditions..

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

How Wikileak did it yaar??
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Monday, November 29, 2010

Don't know....

Love is so confusing don't know when you fall in can even don't know if its love for someone else or just a selfishness....when a person says 'I can do anything for you'(or even thinks ) the most selfish activity of that moment takes place because the underlying sentence is 'I can do anything for you to be with me' or 'I can do anything for you and i expect you to do the same' or 'I can do anything for you to love me'....etc etc...
This is not true always. Two persons can love each other in many strange ways..without knowing that they love each other or feeling the love within oneself but not expressing as they are afraid of losing it..... they cherish the love within...very protective,very selfishly....afraid of hurting it...they love the love so much that they forget the person for whom the love is meant to be.....
Why do we cry when our loved ones goes away?Thinking about our loneliness or about the loneliness that our loved one will feel without us.....

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Sunday, November 21, 2010

Customer Care: Real Life Example

Hi All,

All these days we keep hearing stories of how we should do our bit to complain for whatever wrong happens around us. On a small and personal level this happened with me in the month of April, 2010.
Just felt like sharing with you all.

Please click here to find the complete conversation: -

( All the mails from my side were sent by my mobile, the one with which you all are familiar with.)
:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Take your Life back inspired

In today’s world, it can be easy to get lost in a sea of complications. It seems we have to go to great effort to get back what is natural, what is pure and what is simple. Naked addresses this ever growing need, guiding you through different aspects of your life and exploring how you can enjoy the goodness of simplicity. The book has four sections, based on the four classical elements. Water, Earth, Fire and Air, which the ancient Greeks, believed as the fundamental blocks of all matter and energy. In Naked, the four elements represent four natural approaches to personal well-being. Water looks at how we can use this essential substance to cleanse our lives, washing away mental and physical toxins. It helps you to explore all the ways that water can enhance living, both in terms of cleaning and restoring health and well-being. Earth invites you to enjoy all the goodness and energy of the earth. This includes the substance of the earth itself as a cleansing agent and as a source of minerals. The chapter also looks at the foods that spring from the earth, and the many ways we can enjoy the beneficial energy contained within them. Fire is about creativity, and energy. It helps you to unleash your creativity and get your mind into a fertile, productive space. The book also explores how we can sustain positive energy within us to meet all the challenges and opportunities that life throws our way. Air deals with your connection to the spiritual aspects of yourself and looks at how you can achieve harmony and balance in your life. It explores the lessons to be learned in the simple act of breathing and presents various methods of meditation. The book also discusses relationships and the ways that you can achieve balance within them. This completes the mind, body and spirit approach of the book.
As the pace of life gets faster, it is more important than ever for us to remember the important things in life, to keep things simple, and to be naked once again.

Naked (how to feel naturally healthy) by Linda Gray. A Nature book regarding reviving yourself and using nature to heal your physical and mental liabilities. It’s one of my personal favorites. Be sure to read it and be pure, feel yourself again. I am really inspired, so posted the introduction of the book, for just an insight. Once you get to it, you know there’s a lot more, that nature offers you, just spend some time to read it and if you believe in it, practice it.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

ye november ka jaadu hai mitwa........

someone just touched the soul like the november breeze touched the phool....
someone ignited the passion and i forgot all my tension...
someone came in the dream and gave me a dream.....
before i could realize what happened to me....someone just touched the soul....

Monday, November 8, 2010


16th Oct: (Nabami)

Hi guys, it’s me. Ya, after a long night yesterday, finally its me again. Yeah. That’s what matters to someone close to me, my parents…for them it’s just me which matters.
I decided to spend the final day of puja with them, their simple questioning, gentle whereabouts, simple thoughts and overtly emotions are funny to think, yet they are yours in more ways than you know.
Morning hours are always busy if you have a handful of time and loads of kinships who care for you. From morning to dusk, it was all hi-hellos, everybody congratulating on my recent jobs and their piece of advices about private companies and the pay involved, I could just ponder how everybody can come to the same conclusion without even happening to see it once or be a part of it somehow. Whatever, I felt happy and feel belonged, maybe there’s somebody that cares and wish me success. You can call it faith or a false solace, but it’s lively I saw you. Loads of sweets, prasads, gifts, clothes and the heavy meal resulted in dizziness, time to sleep then.
Its evening and we are all set for The Divine Intervention. Everybody wore everybody’s, I mean gifts. I had my mom’s gifted Mangavar’s creamy Sherwali, sis wore her dad-gifted salwar piece, ma and baba wore my gifted Mysore silk saree and Peter England’s. It filled all nice and beauty. We started our journey. As customary routine, my sis passed along chewing half-fried chanachur and panipuris all the way, my dad took the lead showing us the way and kept the guardianship going, mom as usual was the pace-maker (as the pace of a group is the pace of the slowest runner in the ally) cozied by sis, and me, well I took a rather beauty turn, I was all photography, of course my new found love- my DSLR. Hard to put in words, yet it was exhilarating. Thanks to a Hydrabadi biriyani, Chicken muglai and savory sushi added to the beautiful evening hours. We came back in 2300 hours, had snacks and sweet-dreams.

Next day: Dashami fever-

Well, by saying Dashami ‘fever’, I meant it literally. I had my temperature rising to 99F and feeling cold and a bit sick, I started packing my things the very next day. Dumped my latest collections of dvds, packed gifts, my home-left stuff and of course, my beauty, my Dell 1545.Packing set and done, went to the internet to check up on the flight’s status, met some old friends on the way. Spent the evening explaining my girlfriend things that cannot be explained – like why I came for seven days and not fourteen days till the lakshmi puja a few days ahead, promised to be back on valentines’ again and yeah, her ring on her fingers, it was mine. It looked so cute on her hands. Bye-bye love.
So here’s where my short vacation ends. Hope you guys felt the same way I felt while writing this. And yet, tomorrow is another day, the day I will be gone and day I will have to wait another six months to get. And it’s my probation period in Infy, so I guess it’s just the beginning.
Happy Dusshera!!!
Signing off,

P.s: Will be posting the pics on Picasa. End of “Love in the air”

Monday, November 1, 2010


27 Aug 2010, Wednesday
0600 hours
Nameri Natural Park.

I am 45. I grasped my breath, coughed my lungs, cleared my throat and disregarded every single signs of ageing one possibly could have. Sick for a few days now, I took my customary diabetes pills, meditation doses and laid back on the wooden bench. That’s how my day begins, with a gentle morning walk. Yet today’s a day unforgettable. It’s the day I failed, failed for 22 years now.

28 Aug 1988
0100 hours
Diary page – The D-Day, Graduation Party.

Recollecting recent past:
I was following her from the terrace. Her magenta silk satin, elle18 makeover, stellate ring to Gucci bag, everything fitted her. She is just so perfect. My eyes followed unhindered through overcrowded hall-way, our champagne-clad Club 18 set, to the dining set, off to disco and the hiccup party. Suddenly she looked disturbed.
Her quick steps ran my heart as I followed her to the vast second floor balcony. I studied her as she looked far-away into the jovial night-life of the city. I moved a few yards away, away in the dark. She looked moved and terribly sad. Her watery eyes spoke more than her quivering lips. Ok, that’s enough.
‘Hi Aratrika. Happy Graduation’.
She retracted; tried her best to gain back composure. ‘Hey, how are you doing?’
I am a good friend of hers, a friendship developed over my six years stay of college. Words gave to emotions, emotion gave to tears. I discovered it was the lost necklace that cracked her down; moreover it was a planned gift to her mother on their anniversary.
‘Hey, it’s gonna be all right. Take this and nobody is gonna notice.’
It was my set. We went shopping together and got two similar sets for our moms.

I pulled the gold off my sherwani and put it in her palms, closed it and passed her my last words:
“The day you will see through it, you will see through me.”

Present Day, Nameri Natural Park:

‘Do you have a water bottle in your sack?’
‘Ya, sure’ I said as I passed it along. The old lady rested for a while. To my surprise, she had my necklace and in her fist, my love letter, intentionally preserved by me inside the crest for her to find out someday, which said:
‘I love you, always have. Never able to tell you and never will. Wish you and Rohit many happy regards.’
Her lips spoke:
‘Why did you have to leave me Dev? Why?’
‘I can see through you.’

I couldn’t say anything. Not twenty-two years before, not now. I closed my eyes only to see she’s gone, forever.

P.S : It's friction, a story for here at internal story writing competition in Infy. Kept at word limit of 450, so details got compressed. I hope you guys enjoy this story of a LOSER and yes, nabami is up next for posting, stay tuned.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010


Hi all,

It’s mid night again. It’s 21st of October. 11 days past my last tit-bit of blog posted last week. Let’s get into the act then.

The Past Few Days (Astami, Nabami, Dashami, Ekadashi) :
It’s painful the way saptami got washed away. More when you expect more from ‘The Mother’ who gave me my home 10 months back, only for her 10 days stay here and every day is a bliss, a new hope to love, affection and the blessings of us own. It’s very rare I have them around me and now I understand what’s love, why we need love, how is love. Great to be home during puja anyways. Still lightened showers, drizzles around the palm tree and fog around the far hilly grazed corner across the lamppost won’t stop. End of saptami here.

The last four days since my arrival had been a hurry. We had a homely puja, Ramakrishana Pathachakra (for those who understand). It kept me busy for sometime arranging dishes, basketful shopping, caterars’ arrangement and all. Still the essence of being in home and able to enjoy it is irrevocable. Puja was yesterday. Houseful of relatives, affectionates, friends, elderlies and bypassers crowded and kept the ambience swinging. ‘Kirtan and Path’ followed the actual Puja which was followed by Anjali, asirbad and Bhog,’kichori-prasad’. The aura and the sweet smell filled the atmosphere and I promise you will never get it anywhere else, It’s only your home you can feel it. The puja’s over.

15th Oct: (Friday :Astami)
Our small little gang went wild. It’s sort of a reunion of old hardy bunches. The lightened exteriors, the brightened city, flowering garlands on places over the city, soothing ‘aariti’ and rabindra sangeet was on the onset. Don’t know how to express that in words, better to keep and miss them for another 360 days to come. So all set to gloom, Me, my sis, my sweetheart and the best pals’ newfangled outfits…all the freshness and enthusiasm set to go, to the Mother Divine. Anyway, it was fun. From stupendous pandals and excellent lighting outdoors, the fireworks to the chantings, the smiling devotees to the cheerful children, everything was enjoyed, relished and soaked in a faith within ourselves. And all we prayed is to make us a better human and the world a better place. Love thy all and sly no further. Spend the day hand-on-hand relishing panipoori, amra, chanachur,rolls, biriyanis blab la bla despite a 1.5 hour long wait on the queues to catch the biggest and largest of all pandals in Agartala; a missing ring which turned things around me (plz ignore)* ; my pals falling sick of drowsiness and tension*. Yet it was the first puja day for me. All the 2000 kms or more travelled in two days to catch the moment, and this is it. I’m loving it. Not to mention the pics captured, the fun we had and meeting friends all the way was inevident and full. Well datsit, end of the day. Only nabami left.
*(All the stories are headlined – not elaborated as it’s sort of personal)
N.B: Catch nabami on Part three.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Happy dushera!!!!!!!!!

Hope sabne apne apne style me puja enjoy kiya hai....maine v kiya hai but not totally in my way...i had to follow the instructions of my project lead....maa durga ki kripa se i got a project on the first day of puja and i had to go through the documents for the next three days,through weekend,through puja.....nice start of happy times have come to an end....

Anyway,had a nice experience of puja in i visited three pandals...had prasad in one of them. The puja culture is really nice hear...people organising puja here does it like a family affair and people enjoy it like a family was a nice experience...

Met arijit yesterday,at prantar's home...he was going to chandigarh....purane dino ki yaad agayi....

Enjoy guys.....and take care....

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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Vijayadashmi ki subhkamnayen dooston.......

Early air....festive of sweets....jalebi....friends....reunions...what else you can ask for...
hi guys, i had a great outing yesterday....went to gokul's place....bhola bhi aaya hoya tha....kamal and hiranya also turned up....we had a nice small reunion....we shared experiences....what is going on in life....we roamed in the city....complete aawara gardi ki!!....jalebiyan khayi....mithai khaye...pandals ghoome....walked a lot....bahut maaza aaya....

City mein kya traffic thi bhai.....har taraf log hi took me two hours to reach OIL campus...festival season mein it is expected aur wahi hoya....finally reached my hostel at 8 i reached, i was informed by my captain that we have the semifinal match at 10 P.M...i was awfully tired....i was shivering also....i might have had fever at that time....but cricket ke saamne kuch nahi....i geared up....prepared my self mentally....played the match...made 13 odd runs...took 1 wicket....our team won and we entered the finals.....the final was scheduled for 11 P.M....took rest...played the finals....yaar, kuch match hoya.....nail biting finish thi....batting first, we set a target of 59.....the opponents were chasing...ekdum aaram se....last two overs mein they required 5 runs.....i was to bowl the second last over...i bowled....gave away one run....last over and four runs...ball was handed over to a first yearite...he was nervous....i could see that on his face....he bowled and he bowled brilliantly....we enthused two run outs in that over...and we won the match by one run....celebrations erupted.....our team went mad....we couldnot believe that we pulled it off....

Thursday, October 14, 2010


Hi All,
Reporting at midnight. So officially the story starts here, 10th of October.
Recollecting recent past:

9th Oct, 1600 hrs:
Agartala, home.
I saw her after so many days. She’s nice and beautiful as always. A cheerful smile and a blown kiss fades everything else, makes life interesting, feels like its ‘time to live’ and ‘enjoy’ for the next few days. I met Symphony after we bade ‘Happy valentine’. It was romantic.
The next three hours is a beautiful journey. From exchanging smiles to smoothing touches, from panoply of kurtis, sandalwood, sandstone necklaces, lakme lipsticks to a gel filled lampstand aka ‘Candle-light dinner’ filled the emptiness in my ‘Corporate life of late’. Raised to my occasion was Canon 500D, my new found love. Got the moments captured, reviewed, criticized, edited and ready for posting and transfer scheduled tomorrow. Today was a moment after many days it felt. It was love all around.

9th Oct, 600 hrs:
Kolkata Airport, Away from home.
Arrived domestic terminal. Looking all around. Early morning but the streets look geared up for the day.
‘Hey Chai’…..’dudh cha dio’.
90 earlier minutes was the end of all. I left Bhubaneshwar late night yesterday to reach by today’s early dawn, thanks to my oversized American Tourister, the kids besides my compartment, the night walker familyman, the journey tension..all of who supported the cause…’wake up early boss’. I am in need of some sleep. Managed a shared prepaid and laid down for 15minutes.
Early Kolkata looks serene or maybe the whole world looks so, never happened to wake up this early to catch up this far. Anyway, recollected my PNR, enuired the status – scheduled, flaunted my pass, walked pas the gates of security, looked for room and space to rest a few more minutes.
I heard a voice…there he was. My half-opened eyes could recognise him. I met Sonal. Blink of an eye and found my name calling again, this time its Basu. Heads up and ‘high-spirited’ Neristians rock and roll continued sometime more until it was boarding time for Sonal. Bade Bye and it was time for another cute Airport guy to come and meet us, Yes!!!...Rishi. Called him up, as cheerful as he is, came that guy along with a list of codes and traffic control therapy (that’s part of his training). It’s nice to meet him and correlate evrything we shared and past through and new experiences without which we can’t go by. ‘See you man, Njoy !!!’.
Me and Basu took adjacent seats and it was time for another comesum. We met Atanu, exchanged Hi’s and blah blah….Happy Durga Puja. We landed Agartala airport at 1130hrs, its time to go home now.
We departed.
Mama, I’m coming home.

M gonna sleep now. Already 100 hrs.
Catch my next updates in 72 hours.
Dev for SHUBHA SARODIYA to all.

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Saturday, October 9, 2010

A thought...

Happy Birthday poly...............have a nice time ahead..........
I dont know what to write....i clicked the 'new post' and wished poly and then i am stuck..reason?...lack of words/lack of ideas/lack of emotions/lack of thoughts or just the opposite? it!! lack of clartiy.....may be the reasons are lost...or may be they are there only but just invisible like air or still like water...i just need to create a wind or touch the water to create a ripple....or may be they are stuck in a storm,swirling within...thrashing onto each other and can't get out.The weather is fine,calm..only one swirling storm is there...inside...just want to spread the storm everywhere...destroy the calmness,turn the softness to destructive beauty....
...just a thought..:)
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Friday, October 8, 2010


"We need affiliation from people around us. We need it for our own enrgy." I dont know how many of you agree with this....but the sentence says alot.....we all need affiliation....its true but do we need it for our own that the reason for which I need it....I thought over it....I gave a deep thought over it but then I realised the sentence is not for me...."we" can not be replaced by "Mnx"....
By the end of the day when I feel I have not talked to my friends either I message or I call them up....that is not because I need something in return...mujhe apni friendship pe itna bharosa hai bin mange sab kuch milega.....but because its about the friendship.... atleast I cant stop myself from talking to my dear ones...I love listening to them I love sharing with them....the best thing is that now I dont need to tell my friends(Air Force) who is Poly, Nupur, Paromita, Bipul, Prantar, Sachin, Ved, PD or Rohit......they know alot about them....and you now jab papa ke paise use karti thi tab wo maza nai ata tha spend karne mein ab to jaise kuch bhi dosto ki pasand ka dekhne se u can't stop urself from buying....I met with many friends out here....pure din ek saath after a long time.....and then at the end of the day I asked what all changes they observed within me and then the things I heard was awesome....thanx to everyone.....I love sharing my experiences with PD and Sachin days bohot yaad ata hai was awesome!!!!!!
When Rohit was in problem and he called me up I was so haapy....but the worst part was hum canteen mein 5'O clock mil nahi sakte the....but the feeling says somewhere someone is there who think about you....and consider you close to him/her.....when paromita call me up for all that happening in her life......when Bhaiti says yaad aa gai tujhe meri...wo sachin ka phone receive karte hi excited sa "hi".....says alot without saying a word!!!!!!! Thanx friends its all U which tell me how much I know myself!!!!!!!!!!!
I hardly watch my new photoes....when ever i sit on Lappy I keep on opening the college pics.....Paromita u remember the song for your birthday "wo hai Paromita"......all my friends saw the video and they all liked it a lot.....after thinking I can say that the sentence cannot be for me....atleast those who know me can say you all alot............!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010


After living in the beautiful campus of the Indian Institute of Technology,Guwahati for more almost 430 days and experiencing the subtle variations of the weather, I have realized that I have lived some of the best moments of my life. The area just outside the campus is called Amingaon. Its so green. If you will walk down the road, you will feel that u are somewhere in kerala.The mighty Brahmaputra is always there to accompany you. The ashwaklanta mandir, the ferry ghat, the doul gobind mandir and of course the brahmaputra bridge are some of the places I often visit when I don’t feel like doing anything, when I don’t like feel like thinking anything…just to be with myself……IIT has been a good experience…first, to be with some of the best brains in the country…the geeks….nerds…..students are so free and independent…so open-minded….crazy to fulfill their passion and at the same time trying to handle the tough academic curricula…and they do it successfully…the system ensures that once you pass out, you are robust enough, tough enough to do anything and everything….producing the real engineers…who are capable to solve real life problems…..the other day, I was chatting with my guide and he told me…and I quote..”see, we are engineers and not mathematicians…hats off to them how they think…give big big theorems…prove them….i mean they are genius…we cannot think like them…we should work application specific….we don’t work on assumptions…we should think practically….we should be aware of the constraints that we are going to face while implementing something….” It was indeed a thoughtful thought….i pondered over it…in the mind, I had a flashback of whatever I had done in the project till date and I realized that if I go for the implementation, I will have “n” number of issues to tackle….so I decided that I should first find out what are the constraints….what is the ground reality…

I will tell you something about my project… is tilted”authenticating encryted data”….there is tremendous and overwhelming flow of information in the digital world…..this information needs to be protected....from whom? From pircay….for having secured communication…for making the communication secured, you need to present the information in way that is non-sense for unintended destinations….only the guy for whom you are sending the message is able to decode it….this is called as encryption….encyption scrambles the information, removes the correlation among the data points…

We are aware of the fact that bandwidth needs to be properly utilized. When, we deal with multimedia data like images, audio, video ..we actually deal with a large heap of information…it needs to be properly represented so that the storage and bandwidth requirements are reduced….compression gives us the solution…..compression looks for the correlation….looks for the pattern in the data and tries to remove the redundancy…..

And, here is the conflict…..compression looks for patterns….encryption tries to remove it….so, the first issue to be tackled is to have an encryption algorithm which preserves the compression ratio to some extent…..

Authenticating means to prove that I am original, I have originated from the true source…I have not been manipulated….here, I represents information….industry standards that are used are watermarks, hash functions, message authentication codes….in my project, I have to incorporate watermarks/hash with encryption so that the watermark remains invariant to the encryption process…..thats the second issue to be tackled….

Project has been a great learning experience….sometimes you don’t know what you are doing…where are you heading….there are moments that when you come to know that the lines you were thinking on was wrong… have to rethink, reorganize yourself….

At times, the final year of seems boring….no course work…only teaching assistantship duty…so going to the lab is not mandatory(thanks to my guide for being so flexible with me)….there are times when I feel blank….all alone….i so eagelry wait for the clock to hit 6 p.m. when the sun sets(the scorching sun I must say)….and I just flee away from my room into the ground…..i try to find someone to play with… or cricket…when there is no hang out with, I run….and run…and run….theni come back…drink one litre of milk….my hostelmates call me milk boy!!

Final year has been gracious enough to give me time to read some books…..books are the greatest companions….”To the last bullet” written by Vinita kamte, the wife of late Ashok kamte introduced a great personality….his life style, work ethics will surely have an everlasting effect on my life…presently reading”three statesmen: gokhle,gandhi and nehru”…trying to get into the history….trying to see how that world looked….how those visionaries affected the future of this country….how they shaped up our lives…..i think that the solutions to the problems lie in our past…unless we don’t know it correctly, we wont be able to appreciate and understand why things are like that? Gokhale once told and I quote…”we will never be able to unite hindus and muslims completely”…..i found it so true….

Also reading…”The world since 1945”….there is so much diversity across the nations…I always thought why countries are in conflict….now I realize, why they have so much less conflict!!economic imbalance, power concentration, arms race,neo-colonialism…these issues are taking the world towards more disorder….chaos…we need leadership…..leaders who can guide people…..

Seeing so much problems…so much diversity, I realize the importance of gandhi….what he tried to do….we have to accept the fact that difference will always be there at different levels….at community level, at caste level, at state level, at nation level….people have found unique tools to divide themselves in groups….groups which have common agenda……I will give tell you what I have experienced in my hostel in the last one year….the division between north and south people is so strong…they wont talk with each other….in the mess, they wont sit with each other….there is always a conflict on the mess menu….now leave this aside…once you enter south, there is again division…keralites will be together..telgu will be together……other day, I was talking to one of my friend and my classmate too on the very same issue of why there is such a division….he told that when we sit with north people on the table, they talk in hindi and we hardly understand anything….northern people say they talk in telgu and we don’t understand anything…they shud learn hindi…but the same question andhrites can also raise that why you don’t learn telgu…..and the poblems persists…. ..when the biggest assest of the country fight on such petty issues, I feel bad….acceptance, tolerance, presevearence have been the highlighting point of indian culture…have we lost it? Question haunts but the adventure to find the answer excites….and the excitement increases my belief that gandhi will make a better india…

Sunday, September 26, 2010

The great Indian psychotherapy - Chetan Bhagat

The great Indian psychotherapy


(TOI, 26 Sep 2010, All That Matters, Page 22)

Countless articles, books, thesis, papers and research reports have tried to answer the question, ‘what is wrong with India?’ Global experts are startled that a country of massive potential has one of the largest populations of poor people in the world. Isn’t it baffling that despite almost everyone agreeing that things should change, they don’t? Intellectuals give intelligent suggestions – from investing in infrastructure to improving the judicial system. Yet, nothing moves. Issues dating back thirty years ago, continue to plague India today. The young are often perplexed. They ask will things ever change? How? Whose fault is it that they haven’t?

Today, i will attempt to answer these tricky questions, although from a different perspective. I will not put the blame on everyone’s favorite punching bag– inept politicians. That is too easy an argument and not entirely correct. After all, we elect the politicians. So, for every MP out there, there are a few lakh people who wanted him or her there. I won’t give ‘policy’ solutions either – make power plants, improve the roads, open up the economy. It isn’t the lack of such ideas that is stalling progress. No, blocking progress is part of the unique psyche of Indians. There are three traits of our psyche, in particular, that are not good for us and our country. Each comes from three distinct sources – our school, our environment and our home.

The first trait is servility. At school, our education system hammers out our individual voices and kills our natural creativity, turning us into servile, coursematerial slaves. Indian kids are not encouraged to raise their voices in class, particularly when they disagree with the teacher. And of course, no subject teaches us imagination, creativity or innovation. Course materials are designed for no-debate kind of teaching. For example, we ask: how many states are there in India? 28. Correct. Next question –how is a country divided into states? What criteria should be used? Since these are never discussed, children never develop their own viewpoint or the faculty to think.

The second trait is our numbness to injustice. It comes from our environment. We see corruption from our childhood. Almost all of us have been asked to lie about our age to the train TC, claiming to be less than 5 years old to get a free ride. It creates a value system in the child’s brain that ‘anything goes’, so long as you can get away with it. A bit of lying here, a bit of cheating there is seen as acceptable. Hence, we all grow up slightly numb to corruption. Not even one high profile person in India is behind bars for corruption right now. This could be because, to a certain extent, we don’t really care.

The third trait is divisiveness. This often comes from our home, particularly our family and relatives, where we learn about the differences amongst people. Our religion, culture and language are revered and celebrated in our families. Other people are different – and often implied to be not as good as us. We’ve all known an aunt or uncle who, though is a good person, holds rigid bias against Muslims, Dalits or people from different communities. Even today, most of India votes on one criterion – caste. Dalits vote for Dalits, Thakurs for Thakurs and Yadavs for Yadavs. In such a scenario, why would a politician do any real work? When we choose a mobile network, do we check if Airtel and Vodafone belong to a particular caste? No, we simply choose the provider based on the best value or service. Then, why do we vote for somebody simply because he has the same caste as ours?

We need mass self-psychotherapy for the three traits listed above. When we talk of change, you and i alone can’t replace a politician, or order a road to be built. However, we can change one thing – our mindset. And collectively, this alone has the power to make the biggest difference. We have to unlearn whatever is holding us back, and definitely break the cycle so we don’t pass on these traits to the next generation. Our children should think creatively, have opinions and speak up in class. They should learn what is wrong is wrong – no matter how big or small. And they shouldn’t hate other people on the basis of their background. Let us also resolve to start working on our own minds, right now. A change in mindset changes the way people vote, which in turn changes politicians.

And change does happen. In the 80s, we had movies like “Gunda” and “Khoon Pi Jaaonga”. Today, our movies have better content. They have changed. How? It is because our expectations from films have changed. Hence, the filmmakers had to change.

If we resolve today that we will vote on the basis of performance alone, we will encourage the voices against injustice and we will place an honest but less wealthy person on a higher pedestal than a corrupt but rich person. By doing so, we would contribute to India’s progress. If everyone who read this newspaper did this, it would be enough to change voting patterns in the next election. And then, maybe, we will start moving towards a better India. Are you on board?

lost in the processing.......

The innermost level of consciousness:

a sudden surge...conflicts and confusions...knowledge expansion...more confusion...when we start projecting our problems on a higher dimensional plane, we allow more factors to have an impact on the doubt we broaden our horizons as we gain knowledge but at the same time we make our lives difficult...we start thinking more....scratching our head....trying to find out that optimized solution that suffices the constraints...we always strive to find the ultimate truth...sometimes we feel that we are the sea and we know everything...and the very next moment, the notions...the understandings fall apart....ability to learn and unlearn the things gives us the flexibility to face such gives us the space to introspect, to analyze the lets you form your own theory and design the apparatus to do the experiments with the end of the whole process and irrespective of whether we learnt a new thing or unlearnt an old one, we definitely stand as a more experienced being

the whole life moves under a big for loop until we enter that infinite life we have so many control loops, conditions are being checked, some printf statements, some scanf statements...calculations,miscalculations, break statements, if-then-else statements....sometimes, I feel that life is the largest and the most complex program ever made...where the programmer never just gets lost in the processing.......

Thursday, September 23, 2010

The Last week

Last week has been pretty eventual.Things weren't going the way i wished it to be. But somewhere i knew, i could not let it be that way. So, on a tuesday evening, i packed my bags and left the base..Took a bus to ahmedabad..booked train tickets..but the train got late..and i knew i neither have time nor the patience to last the ordeal of indian railways. And right then, a friend came to rescue..he got my plane tickets booked and i was suppose to take this flight to siliguri the next day..i searched an army cantt. and lodged myself into it for the night..
Talked with my sister and barsha, before sleep engulfed me..and next day i was there at the airport to fly to delhi and from there a momentous 4 hour flight to bagdogra through 03:30 pm,16 sep 09 ..i was there at bagdogra airport...and at 0530 pm i was there at the gates of 5033 ASC battalion...and ten minutes later i was at her room.
For all you people wondering where was i travelling this is to tell you that i was taking this journey to win back my love, and name i am sure all of you know..

As soon as she saw me, the first question she asked me was,"Rohit! what are you doing here?"..I have no answer answer at all...i just went and hugged her...and trust me as the evening got darker...we got closer..took her out for a nice dinner...and by the time we were returning from there, i realised 20 minutes of love has triumphed over 20 days of loneliness,aloofness...
It was two more days before she actually said,"i love you"..but long before i always knew she always loved me..
I don't know what i did was right or wrong ...but i always knew that i should not be repenting 30 years down the life for not trying..And now that she is with me, as ever...
Let me tell her that she is the most amazing women that i have come across...and it's not just about loving her but more than that. I have been harsh..lot of times unfair,but she has been fair enough to let me in her life everytime..I just wish to say thank you to her..for everytime making me realise that she is the one for me....

And i wish to say thank you to all my friends here..who have been amazing support in the times when i needed them...Meenakshi deserve a slightly special thanks but then i am thankful to each one of you for letting me know that i have some truly marvellous people to fall back in life even if i make mistakes...

finally to one and all,There's no greater investment in life than people and there could not be a better investor than me in those terms!!

Whatever is being written here are the fuckall views of the author him self and could be subjected to extreme disagreement with no offence meant.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Pay for courage!!!

What happens when you show courage (or i should say common sense) in India?
Ans:Nothing..instead you'll lose what you used to get.

Recent incident:
During the Jama masjid firing incident a rikshawpuller,Saleem Ahmed did what his senses told him..he threw some pebbles towards the shooters n tried to stop them from escaping...he became the talk of the day,hero of the city through media but from that moment on nobody was willing to take a ride on his rikshaw.People were afraid that they may be targeted if they ride his rikshaw.The whole day he earned nothing whereas his collegues had a good business,he had no monet to buy the day's food for his home..he paid high for a bit of courage.Media used him like a hotcake for sale, mae his face well known all around and took away his earning...
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This is the stuff legends are made of..Worth a read..

This is the stuff legends are made of..Worth a read..


It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and gulmohars were blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my postgraduate department and was staying at the ladies' hostel. Other girls were pursuing research in different departments of Science. I was looking forward to going abroad to complete a doctorate in computer science. I had been offered scholarships from Universities in the US... I had not thought of taking up a job in India.

One day, while on the way to my hostel from our lecture-hall complex, I saw an advertisement on the notice board. It was a standard job-requirement notice from the famous automobile company Telco (now Tata Motors)... It stated that the company required young, bright engineers, hardworking and with an excellent academic background, etc.

At the bottom was a small line: 'Lady Candidates need not apply.' I read it and was very upset. For the first time in my life I was up against gender discrimination.

Though I was not keen on taking up the job, I saw it as a challenge. I had done extremely well in academics, better than most of my male peers... Little did I know then that in real life academic excellence is not enough to be successful?

After reading the notice I went fuming to my room. I decided to inform the topmost person in Telco's management about the injustice the company was perpetrating. I got a postcard and started to write, but there was a problem: I did not know who headed Telco

I thought it must be one of the Tatas. I knew JRD Tata was the head of the Tata Group; I had seen his pictures in newspapers (actually, Sumant Moolgaokar was the company's chairman then) I took the card, addressed it to JRD and started writing. To this day I remember clearly what I wrote. 'The great Tatas have always been pioneers. They are the people who started the basic infrastructure industries in India, such as iron and steel, chemicals, textiles and locomotives they have cared for higher education in India since 1900 and they were responsible for the establishment of the Indian Institute of Science. Fortunately, I study there. But I am surprised how a company such as Telco is discriminating on the basis of gender.'

I posted the letter and forgot about it. Less than 10 days later, I received a telegram stating that I had to appear for an interview at Telco's Pune facility at the company's expense. I was taken aback by the telegram. My hostel mate told me I should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of cost and buy them the famous Pune saris for cheap! I collected Rs30 each from everyone who wanted a sari when I look back, I feel like laughing at the reasons for my going, but back then they seemed good enough to make the trip.

It was my first visit to Pune and I immediately fell in love with the city.

To this day it remains dear to me. I feel as much at home in Pune as I do in Hubli, my hometown. The place changed my life in so many ways. As directed, I went to Telco's Pimpri office for the interview.

There were six people on the panel and I realized then that this was serious business.

'This is the girl who wrote to JRD,' I heard somebody whisper as soon as I entered the room. By then I knew for sure that I would not get the job. The realization abolished all fear from my mind, so I was rather cool while the interview was being conducted.

Even before the interview started, I reckoned the panel was biased, so I told them, rather impolitely, 'I hope this is only a technical interview.'

They were taken aback by my rudeness, and even today I am ashamed about my attitude. The panel asked me technical questions and I answered all of them.

Then an elderly gentleman with an affectionate voice told me, 'Do you know why we said lady candidates need not apply? The reason is that we have never employed any ladies on the shop floor. This is not a co-ed college; this is a factory. When it comes to academics, you are a first ranker throughout. We appreciate that, but people like you should work in research laboratories.

I was a young girl from small-town Hubli. My world had been a limited place.

I did not know the ways of large corporate houses and their difficulties, so I answered, 'But you must start somewhere, otherwise no woman will ever be able to work in your factories.'

Finally, after a long interview, I was told I had been successful. So this was what the future had in store for me. Never had I thought I would take up a job in Pune. I met a shy young man from Karnataka there, we became good friends and we got married.

It was only after joining Telco that I realized who JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry. Now I was scared, but I did not get to meet him till I was transferred to Bombay. One day I had to show some reports to Mr Moolgaokar, our chairman, who we all knew as SM. I was in his office on the first floor of Bombay House (the Tata headquarters) when, suddenly JRD walked in. That was the first time I saw 'appro JRD'. Appro means 'our' in Gujarati. This was the affectionate term by which people at Bombay House called him. I was feeling very nervous, remembering my postcard episode. SM introduced me nicely, 'Jeh (that's what his close associates called him), this young woman is an engineer and that too a postgraduate.

She is the first woman to work on the Telco shop floor.' JRD looked at me. I was praying he would not ask me any questions about my interview (or the postcard that preceded it).

Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, he remarked. 'It is nice that girls are getting into engineering in our country. By the way, what is your name?'

'When I joined Telco I was Sudha Kulkarni, Sir,' I replied. 'Now I am Sudha Murthy.' He smiled and kindly smile and started a discussion with SM. As for me, I almost ran out of the room.

After that I used to see JRD on and off. He was the Tata Group chairman and I was merely an engineer. There was nothing that we had in common. I was in awe of him.

One day I was waiting for Murthy, my husband, to pick me up after office hours. To my surprise I saw JRD standing next to me. I did not know how to react. Yet again I started worrying about that postcard. Looking back, I realize JRD had forgotten about it. It must have been a small incident for him, but not so for me.

'Young lady, why are you here?' he asked. 'Office time is over.' I said, 'Sir, I'm waiting for my husband to come and pick me up.' JRD said, 'It is getting dark and there's no one in the corridor.

I'll wait with you till your husband comes.'

I was quite used to waiting for Murthy, but having JRD waiting alongside made me extremely uncomfortable.

I was nervous. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him. He wore a simple white pant and shirt. He was old, yet his face was glowing. There wasn't any air of superiority about him. I was thinking, 'Look at this person. He is a chairman, a well-respected man in our country and he is waiting for the sake of an ordinary employee.'

Then I saw Murthy and I rushed out. JRD called and said, 'Young lady, tell your husband never to make his wife wait again.' In 1982 I had to resign from my job at Telco. I was reluctant to go, but I really did not have a choice. I was coming down the steps of Bombay House after wrapping up my final settlement when I saw JRD coming up. He was absorbed in thought. I wanted to say goodbye to him, so I stopped. He saw me and paused.

Gently, he said, 'So what are you doing, Mrs. Kulkarni?' (That was the way he always addressed me.) 'Sir, I am leaving Telco.'

'Where are you going?' he asked. 'Pune, Sir. My husband is starting a company called Infosys and I'm shifting to Pune.'

'Oh! And what will you do when you are successful.'

'Sir, I don't know whether we will be successful.' 'Never start with diffidence,' he advised me 'Always start with confidence. When you are successful you must give back to society. Society gives us so much; we must reciprocate. Wish you all the best.'

Then JRD continued walking up the stairs. I stood there for what seemed like a millennium. That was the last time I saw him alive.

Many years later I met Ratan Tata in the same Bombay House, occupying the chair JRD once did. I told him of my many sweet memories of working with Telco. Later, he wrote to me, 'It was nice hearing about Jeh from you. The sad part is that he's not alive to see you today.'

I consider JRD a great man because, despite being an extremely busy person, he valued one postcard written by a young girl seeking justice. He must have received thousands of letters everyday. He could have thrown mine away, but he didn't do that. He respected the intentions of that unknown girl, who had neither influence nor money, and gave her an opportunity in his company. He did not merely give her a job; he changed her life and mindset forever.

Close to 50 per cent of the students in today's engineering colleges are girls. And there are women on the shop floor in many industry segments. I see these changes and I think of JRD. If at all time stops and asks me what I want from life, I would say I wish JRD were alive today to see how the company we started has grown. He would have enjoyed it wholeheartedly.

My love and respect for the House of Tata remains undiminished by the passage of time. I always looked up to JRD. I saw him as a role model for his simplicity, his generosity, his kindness and the care he took of his employees. Those blue eyes always reminded me of the sky; they had the same vastness and magnificence.
(Sudha Murthy is a widely published writer and chairperson of the Infosys Foundation involved in a number of social development initiatives. Infosys chairman Narayana Murthy is her husband.)

Article sourced from: Lasting Legacies (Tata Review- Special Commemorative Issue 2004), brought out by the house of Tatas to commemorate the 100th birth anniversary of JRD Tata on July 29, 2004 .

Sudha Murthy and Narayana Murthy

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Hi All....tried singing on stage after a long time....

yesterday i went for auditions in a singing competition in infy...nice experience..singing for 1 min 30 secs...dont even know what i sang...obviously i didn't get selected...better luck next time...
I was shocked by rohit's blog....but ya..thats rohit in love...yaar this love is a disease that takes out all the hidden emotions from inside a person,can turn the personlity upside down...please think a hndred times before falling in love(anyway you will never fill like thinking about it when you'll like a person but still try)...
I bought a new mp3 player and suppressing all the emotional outbursts by listening's good..i feel like i am so much privileged,so lucky,getting everything i need without asking anybody and so unlucky that i even don't know why i am living for.....

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Friday, September 17, 2010

The Bihari Way

(Shared Note of an Anonymous blogger)

LE BALAIYA, ee ka hua?
Kahe albalaye huye hain? Etna narbhasane se kuchchho nahin hoga.
O-mi-gosh, what's this? Why are you so flustered? Such nervousness won't help matters.

The inveterate linguist may scream at such an apparent contamination of Hindi language but the average Bihari simply loves to throw all narrow parameters of grammar to the winds. For them, the funnier they are, the better their adaptability is into their inimitable lingua franca. Over the years, Biharis have invented a language, which has an unmistakable stamp of their own.

In recent times, its popularity has traveled far and wide beyond the borders of the State many screen heroes, including Amitabh Bachchan, have mouthed Bihari clichés with characteristic élan - a far cry from the days when it was thought to be an infra dig of sorts for anybody other than country bumpkins and unscrupulous politicians to perpetrate such "verbal atrocities".

All that, however, is passé now. Bihari Boli is sweeter than honey now not only in Bollywood but also on the campuses of prestigious universities and IITs across the country. Words like harbaraye, garbaraye, bargalaye, thartharaye and dhanmanaye which would have sounded Greek to outsiders earlier are being used with gay abandon by the hep youngsters there.

Sobriquets laced with double entendres like "garda", “bawaal” and “dhuan” denoting the varying degree of a girl's beauty can be heard not only in Patna University colleges but also faraway Fergusson College in Pune. Moreover, a-go, dugo, teengo and chaartho type of numerology that was a matter of disdain not long ago is being accepted even by the stiff upper-lips without any qualms. So, notes sarka do (pass on the notes),"batti buta do (put out the lights)", Principal ko harka do (bamboozle the principal), burbak kahin ka (you stupid fellow!), hum to biga gaye (I was thrown out) and Hum to huan thebe kiye the (I was very much there) are some of the expressions which have conveniently made their way into the otherwise prim-and-propah St Stephens, New Delhi. Similarly, coinages like dhakiyaye (shoved), mukiyaye (punched), and latiyaye (kicked)are the current rage. Hiyan (here),huan (there), kahe (why), enne (this way) and onne (that way) are some of other typical words, which are spoken rather nonchalantly by so-called educated lot.

One, therefore, does not get surprised if one hears tanikke for little, nimman for good, anhar for darkness and ejot for lights. For them, colloquial language need not be tied to any narrow rules. E topicwa par maatha khapane se kuchchho nahi hoga (nothing is to come out of this topic), as one wit commented. Among many characteristics of this language are its terms of endearment. Seldom does one hear people on the streets calling each other by their real names. Raju automatically becomes Rajua, Pappu turns into Pappua, Rajesh into Rajeshwa and Shatrughna at best Satrohna.

This potpourri of all Bihari dialects has also coined new terms for human anatomy which would baffle an FRCP if he were to land here straight from Edinburgh. Here gor means legs, moori is substitute to head, ongree is equivalent to finger, thor denotes lips and kapar is synonymous with forehead. This language also has more onomatopoeic words than probably any other.

Words like tapak se, gapak se, and japak se can be understood by listening to their phonetical sounds. No longer is Bihari language associated with a few howlers like eskool (school), teeshan (station)and singal (signal) only. There are certain words which carry the precise meaning but which cannot be properly substituted by any word in other languages. Machchar bhamhor liya is probably is one such example. Bhamhorna is a super word, which means the collective assault of mosquitoes to "bhamhor" you. But then, one might argue, where else do you find so many mosquitoes to bhamhor you. Similarly, routine sariyana (to arrange one books and notebooks in the schoolbag according to the class schedule), Dupatta lasiyana (when a girl's dupatta sweeps the floor as she walks unknowingly)give the exact word for which other languages will take a sentence to convey the meaning. Right from Laloo Prasad Yadav, who emerges as the best speaker of his ghar ki boli to the inimitable Shekhar Suman, everybody loves to flaunt his native command of the language. Earlier, Biharis were notorious for atrocious gender sense and shoddy pronunciation.

Now, the same traits have become the tour-de-force of their conversation. The time has certainly come to raise ekadhgo (one or two) toast to the longevity of the Bihari language.

"Teengo" cheers to that!

Monday, September 13, 2010

I din't know where to pour my heart so here

Somebody says,"some people leave it not knowing how close to winning they were"..i kept this in heart...and i tried for every single day...from 25th october...i cried..then when she said,"i don't like you crying"..i cried in loneliness but never let her know.....she said,"if you love me, don't call me"...i waited for two days and then she called and now i could not stop calling's 17th day and things have gone worst from i am not crying but..but how would i stop this water coming out from my eyes....i have gone to every nook and corner, tried every desperate attempt...just hoped somebody could make her believe that i loved her..somebody could just tell her..that this guy would never be able to live without her...somebody could fill that love back in her heart....And now that i am losing every single day..i hope somebody could hold me and say,"don't lose her,not now...don't give up now..not atleast now...she might be just thinking about you"....i just wish i don't turn out to be loser..i get battered , shattered but don't lose it here...because if i lose it here...i have lost it for ever.......but the question is how? the question is how....please god, friends....whoever...can you just help me fulfill one wish!! i promise i would live without asking for another!!
I could not eat food, i don't feel like drinking. I have got exams everyday, could not study anything...lied to her that i am studying hard because she said she would come back..i know she would never,but how could i let it go..I don't know after how many days did i go to mess....but as soon as i took my plate and food...saw it and tears started flooding my eyes...i ate a spoon and have to get up and run out because could not show these teary eyes to anyone..after all i am fauzi, not supposed to be crying!! i could have written this on facebook but i could not because she would get could not i hate her? what has she done to me? but i would love her..let's see if she would ever love me again....what do i asked in life? just that she'd be with me!! but i guess, it was too much for her!!
how could i even ask her to come?? how? when everytime i ask her to!! she would say,"don't i have any right to be happy" should i tell her, that i really want her to be happy but just could not let her go...i just want to come out of all this mess...absolutely...entirely...may be i get posted to andaman..may be somalia..may be anywhere where i do not have a phone to get in touch with her....i try deleting her no. but how would i ever forget her numbers...i have forgotten mine but could not do with hers...what was so bad in me that she hates me..that is just the answer i seek..if she could just tell me, why she hates me? ..i thought she cared for me..she really loved was just a month back and we were planning to get married..and today i am left hope that...she falls in love with me again..these tears could move her..only if she knew...that coming to somebody's life could save someone's life!!

Sunday, September 12, 2010


The festival season is back.. today Id and Ganesha chaturhi is making buzz.. a few days later, Durga puja and Diwali would be there.. these festivals have been the unique feature of our country.. these are the times when people from different religions intermingle with each other and thus reduces the tensions of communal and regional differences.. these festivals also boosts our economy as shares start escalating owing to large scale investments by the people. markets flock with colourful items and thus attracts humans of all ages...
India being a secular country has some of the world's vast potential in terms of cultures, languages, people...As for example lets the case of a small state arunachal pradesh.. though this state has a population of just 15 lakhs (although it has an area equivalent to bihar), it has around 52 tribes all having different languages and different cultures..and its interesting to note that they communicate in hindi only because of this huge language divide..
This is not the case of only arunachal, the whole india is having uniqueness in each and every field.... Recently India was ranked 7th in terms of favorite locations for holidays.. Do u know why? thats because of the decent hospitality and a bunch of cultures accumulated at a single place.. no country can provide this much amount of diversity..
But we need to preserve this diversity.. this is being diluted owing to large scale westernization and privatization.. Human values are being mortgaged to maximize profits and earn money..large scale scandals and corruption is demoralizing the health of common man..Also there are some of the worst internal problems .. Naxalite neing one of them.. rising prices are making the life of common man hellish..
The moral of the story is that our country is great.. and there are shortcomings in each and every country.. but we indians are robust and capable enough to overcome these... Lets hope for the best and do our best to counter all these..

Monday, September 6, 2010

Here I am.....

Hello everyone…………..
This is poly reporting from Navi Mumbai…I m typing in my own laptop…its ACER…got from college…decent 7..ubuntu..having wi-fi in college…good feeling..
Life has altogether changed..bombay..the people…the rain..the baked corns…the watermelon juice…the accounting classes…the tea in breaks..we have 80 minutes of each class..20 minutes of break in between..
I m staying in a private hostel…its another side of Bombay…lake surrounding it…greenery..mountains..where u can trace a waterfall from the hostel..good accommodation…large windows…typical maharashtrian food with garlic and mustard seeds everywhere..its at the remotest part…once u enter the hostel…u have to think twice for getting out again…
MBA is fun…its get to have a feel of the real world…nothing is superficial..everything is tangible..the students may be flashy at times..its the demand of the job..but when you get into it….its a different dimension…how everything is regulated…where the money is coming from and going the economy is handled…the implications…the terminologies…the consumers..the profit makers…the middle men..the market structures…the funding….sometimes I sit and think how things are complicated and extended….they seem to be never ending…its cyclic...whatever we have learnt can be a part only…optimum utilization of the resources…resources include your knowledge…your money…your actions…your common sense…your diplomacy…your values and tradition….
Initially it was difficult for me to cope up…I really took a long break from studies..students are from different backgrounds…some of them are genuinely brilliant…they speak through their clarity in thoughts…their presentation skills are awesome…some of them speak from their desk, when they come at the front they are not upto the mark…I was criticized for my presentation skills…I worked on it…the more knowledge I have on my subject…the more confident I am…there are exceptions always…
Mid term is over…result not that good…and frankly I have left pondering over the result also…that thing only spoilt some of the best times in my graduation…two years I want to do something concrete….something which I can treasure for the rest of my life…its not about the job only…not the good firm and good position…of course they are important…but…………………………………..
I think at this point of time when every one is settled now…everyone has gone through the ups and downs…there is still the room to think about what should follow “but”………….
It always feels like breathing fresh air when I come back to LOC….i miss the innocence…the jovialness..the pranks…...the zero hypocrisy of graduation days…when you come to post grad..a piece of advice…don’t open up much…be good to everyone…but don’t overdo…there is the risk of either being misunderstood or not understood all…
The fourth anniversary is approaching…I don’t know how to mark it..but the best part is that we are updating ourselves…we are keeping the LOC alive through our experiences and sharings….
NERIST is there….alwys in my heart…I have put the picture of NERIST campus…the view from the guest house as my wall paper…and I am not feeling like removing it……………………………………ever…
Stay happy everyone………….
With prayer and regards…..

Friday, August 13, 2010

hi guys...after a long time i am blogging.hope all u guys are doing gud in ur respective places.i am at bangalore now.No m devoting all my tme to meet my relatives and friends in bangalore and to read new books.I should say i am a bit lucky to get to stay with one of our college senior 'jyotsnadi' who is also working in infosys.
Bangalore is least for i feel like a bit lost in the crowd...not able to identify myself too...i hope its a temporary feeling which will soon overcome.Good thing is that i am going home next week..staying there for about 10 days..till then i'll try to know bangalore and myself too....
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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Global Education Center -2 Infosys Campus, Mysore

Arguably the most beautiful piece of architecture when it comes to workplaces.

Enjoy the front view.

Saturday, August 7, 2010


hi everyone.....m blogging after a long time....anywys in between I met Paromita.....Jyotsna di....and waiting for tomorrow will meet Vandana di, Jyotsna di.....Baisam.....Paromita....and , most prfobably Anish bhaiya......I missed convocation I am alllowed with internet, mobile....every saturday and sunday we can go out....but for going out on weekends we need to clear our weekly test that is on friday.....!!!!!!
Life is full of adventures.....on 28th we are having adventures sports.....anywys daily we comw to know something new all that I can't write...jab mile tab bataongi......oe I got some work!!!!!!! Will be back soon!!!!!

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Final Postings from Infosys

Final postings of 2k3@Infosys.

Nitul :- Bengaluru,

Payal :- Mysore,
Ronit :- Bhubneshwar,

Paro :- Bengaluru,
Abhishek :- Bengaluru,
Prantar :- Bengaluru,
Debi :- Bhubneshwar,
Ari :- Chandigarh,

Saurav :- Mysore.

Wish them good luck,
thanks for my share.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Its been sometime....

Hi All,

Somehow while changing the whole look of the blog page of LOC I realized that it's been some time that I scribbled some of mine own thoughts on this page. I know I have been active, giving you the latest pictures, the latest happening from this end, but not my feelings.

Life is somehow been very kind to me, in the sense I am having a dream run in every sense of word. The work to me would be described by the fact that I am loving Mondays, and every mornings its like I want to go to my office and meet people and work.

Been a dramatic journey through the training and to many's surprise landed up in the place where I was probably dreaming some years down the line. Infosys training had been a big time picnic for most of us. Now that all have finished their training in flying colors, I am sure they would agree that training@Infy was a cream of all.

Its nice to be in a place full of caring, jolly people. There is so much to learn all the time. I am simply loving it.

Just took this time as some pictures are getting uploaded on facebook as well as orkut. Hope the pictures would say the thousand words which I wasn't able to express.
Love you all, thank you so much for all the support you have given me, and I expect the same in times to come.

Wanted to mention that Sanjay Sir gave a pleasant surprise by gracing the occasion of the reception ceremony which followed after the marriage of my brother.

Will come back with more next time....

Love and regards,

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Saturday, July 10, 2010


11:18 be crystal precise....
10th july,2010
its raining profusely....dark clouds...cold sitting in my chair with lappy in my lappy...a bottle of water just being the only companion.....seeing those rain droplets falling under the gravity or are they really??......or may be they are crazily in love with the earth....they fall and they lose their identity...ekdum unconditional demands....careless...juts crazy to meet her love....nature has so much love to offer...pure, serene......guys have you observed one thing?
rain droplets...if you try to see them directly in the sky, they are not visible...if you try to see them in a black background...may be the window...they are so can estimate the size, their velocity and u can actually feel them.....wait a minute...someone's knocking on the door...i will come back....

11:28 A.M....hi.......madhusudhan bhaiya the....he came to return his umbrella.....let me say something about madhu bhaiya.....he has been such  a great wallmate....a great advisor...friend....big brother....taking care of me....i admire him because he has struggled so much in life...ekdum self-made hain bhaiya.....pure heart and agreat guy......

haan to hum kahan the....yes.....rain drop visibility....why they behave differently when seen under different backgrounds....or its we who are perceiving it diffrently.....and a sudden thought comes in the mind....dont these rain droplets symbolise people around us....the environment surrounding us....they behave differently...they act weird....they argue...they love...they quarrel...different situations......actually I am confused....may be I have made you all might be thinking that sachin is behaving weird!!or am I or its how you perceive me.....

when we look around us..there is so much to much to ponder over.....questions aur sirf questions hi aate mann mein.....answer search karne jao to mann restless ho jaata hai.....confusion paida hota hai......dilemma hota hai.....par zindagi rukti nahin.....chalti rehti has to...

you know guys we all nonlinear dynamic systems......we are affected by so many factors....multi-body problem.....we have so many feedbacks...sometimes khud bhi nahi pata chalta hum aise behave kar rahe hain to kyun kar rahe hain.....why we go through so many emotions.......kabhi kabhi jab log agal bagal mein aise behave karte hain which you dont like....then we only see the present behavior of his and decide how we behave with them in the future......but remember we are unaware of what happened with them in the past.......future cannot be predicted without the inadequate knowledge of the past also.......for me its because of the ignorance about the past that we argue, quarrel.....behave weird......but let me ask you all.....who decides what is weird.....who decides all reasons.....what is logical thinking.....who sets the may not be able to answer this.....but may be we, humans, can........if we start accepting people around as they are.....we start thinking more.....start acknowledging others presence......may be one day we will find......then we will understand the beauty of that rainfall....those rain droplets.....who fall and even when they fall, they dont lose their beauty..............

i am feeling like crying....
take care guys....
I sign off at 11.50 A.M.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Happy Birthday

Hi Prasenjit Deb,

Indyarocks wishes you a very Happy Birthday. Hope u have loads of fun today.

Keep rocking @ Indyarocks
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Sunday, June 13, 2010

Hi, everyone.....missing u guys a lot.

Hi everyone, its been a long time. The life out here is very boring, u don’t have time to chill or rather nothing to chill. I am undergoing my field training at Rajasthan Atomic Power Plant 5&6. We have to work here in shifts. And seeing what our seniors are doing in the field / control room and that we will have to do after posting, its not encouraging. Its very hot n dry out here, but a bit relaxed as hostel rooms are furnished with ACs. Anyway, since I m on top of the merit till now, I will have the choice to choose any of the sites for the final posting. And that would be decided on 1st week of August and training will be going to end by 15th Aug. And my bad luck is that our convo being at 4th……….This had been the most awaited day to get together, but gonna miss it, forgive me buddies. We will get vacation of 15 days, from 16th – 31st Aug and will plan to meet u all (maximum possible).During last vacation me, Sachin, Gokul n Abhishek had a get together at guwahati. I also met Bhola and Nupur.

And regarding personal life, I m still single.

Sachin, Alok, Rohit, Gokul n Pd se baatein hoti reheti hain…………….. Poly, Paro, Arijit, Saurav,Alokojjal, Meenakshi, Nupur,Basu, Rohit Ranjan and Devi se chatting/ mssng hoti hai…….

For last few days, it is FO Meenakshi who is found online most of the time and had a long chat wid her. Now, she must be at home. Congratulations to her for being FO.

Congrats to Saurav for his new achievement.

Congrats to Poly for getting selected.She is having her fun time at home after almost a year at Mumbai. Her post tells that she has gained weight. So, she must upload some pics….

Congrats to Sachin and Gokul for our paper being published in ieee.

Rohit is having nice time with studies. And it looks very surprising and funny when he calls me to ask questions regarding subjects like control, dsp n all. But he is having nice time around the beach.

Alok is having fun time at home. But because of that, I cdnt wish him happy birthday. Anyway, happy returns of d day buddy.

Gokul is little bit confused, he needs suggestions from us. So, guys call him and give some ideas.

Missing all you guys a lot.

This night off, we are planning a trip to jaipur…………….

Keep in touch.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

After some very hectic time,sunday was a day worth celebrating.Weather was terrific for a shaurashtra morning-Black clouds hovering overhead, sun playing playing hide and seek, a nice buzzy breeze blowing. We decided that it's time we wash some of our sins and go to mandir.The 'paapi' that i am,even God hated me to be there.As soon as we sat on the bikes,the wind started changing colors and in no times we realised it's gonna rain!!
But today there was no stopping us.My room mate asked,"if we should go?".To it, i just asked , you wd be able to manage the bike. He said yes and there was no looking back.

Riding some 80 kms this day, we went to temple,museum and mall...the three might seem different but this is how we young indians are-traditional ,ancient yet eager to accept change.

We were soaked and dried almost 10 times but when i slept it somehow seemed the best day after a very very long time..following is the detail---

** We started riding by the sea...and the wind kept us reminding us it's all powerful existence..but after 20 minutes of painful ride we managed to get into city...went to mandir...don't rly remember the last time i'd been there...
and after that...a museum..where we got to see lot of weapons..and to tell you it was a ranjitsinh's palace..must watch for every cricket fanatic...after that navigating through almost unknown paths , leaving city..we went ahead only to be soaked by rain almost 10 times..slept through rajniti..played bowling,cricket...had delicious meals by roadside the end we were tired but the happiest day in jamnagar
It's great to see very welcoming blogs on the page. One was sachin's and the other's poly.I just realised the love birds are fueled and fired. Espescially sachin is pondering and it's worth.When i talk about problems,there are always solutions.And i have a strong belief that the solution to everything lies in just one thing-education. Not the education that teaches you to build rockets,missiles,guns.The education that morally empowers you towards the constructive growth of the society.
Times have changed and at times i repent on the choice of my career.I had a chance meeting with the founder of Western Buddhist order and when he was leaving,he just said,i am not convinced with the choice of your career. He asked me to meet him in case i make it to london sometime.That seems bleak but nevertheless i realized during the talks that was worth it's mettle.
But friends,i said this to poly, that we are too young to understand lot of dynamics and we need to put up some good time in our careers , learning different trades of the game before we actually get into something that would help bring in change.
I just have one dream,and that is to see this country be one of the most educated and least corrupt of the countries.And the right way about is entrpreneurship...may be social entrepreneur..i just hope some day, i be able to light the fire in me again for the cause.....
we have a responsibility towards the people if not the nation...

**I am sorry for the unorganised write -up..but this is all i can come up

Saturday, June 5, 2010


11:24 A.M.
5th june,2010....
before starting, i would like to thank everyone in LOC to come up with such a beautiful concept...where we came together...discussed..quarrelled...laughed at each other...spent some of the beautiful evenings together...the lawn...the canteen...on the personal note, i came to meet 15 varied persons....people with their own traits, unique speciality, special talent....i had and i still have the previlege to interact with the concepts, the ideas that these have in year has passed..but thanks to this blog we know where we are...what is going on each others life....

one among us is going to be the flying officer.....yes flying officer meenakshi singh is going to be inducted into the indian air force....heartiest congratulations to the young lady....

questions in mind:

the naxalite problem....why so much of innocent people are dying....what are the problems....why the naxalites have gone to a killing spree....what are the problems they are facing...why they have taken such a radical way to change the system.....why they are frustrated with the democratic to remove the corruption......what happened to Gandhi....why people have left the concepts of ahmisha....why there is so much restlessness in our there any problem with our ideologies....india needs its youth....india needs to discover its past glory.....can we ,as privileged citizens of this nation, contribute....we are privileged that we got the education....we have the privilege to eat three times.....all the basic amenities are fulfilled and remember that we are getting all this at the expense of someone else.....locians kuch karo na yaar desh ke liye.....start by debating on the problems..may be we will come up with optimum solution...we have to accept that there is a rising india but there is another india which is growing weaker....which is hungry....which is filled with anxieteis of day-to-day life......

i quote these lines .........
mast yogi hain ki hum sukh dekh kar sab ka sukhi hain....
kuch ajab mann hai ki dukh dekh kar sab ka dukhi hain......

i feel restless......i want to do something for my country....i want to....i feel the pain...i feel nation needs me.....

i dream....yes i dare dreaming.....when i dream, i desire and when i desire, my dream culminates into reality....aaj mann mein hausla hai.....aaj mann mein utsah hai...aaj mann mein umnag hai....aaj is desk ko phir se gandhi ki jarurat hai.....i will walk...i will run...i will do...i will try....i will fail....and i will fail again...and again...and again...but at the end of everything i will have the satisfaction that i did something....and remember what ever we do it never goes waste.....aap jo bhi karte hain...that remains.. that affects the energies and people around you....i see in myself gandhi....i am gandhi and i will change the face of our times.....


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