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 solution....no 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 situations....it gives us the space to introspect, to analyze the things...it lets you form your own theory and design the apparatus to do the experiments with truth....at 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 loop...in 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 dies...it just gets lost in the processing.......

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 ghy...at 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 ..no 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!!

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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..

THE GIRL WRITING AS HERSELF....

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

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 songs...life'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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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!

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 her.....it's 17th day and things have gone worst from worse...today 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 sad...how 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" ..how 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 me...it was just a month back and we were planning to get married..and today i am left alone....in 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!!

MY VIEWS..

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..
JAI HIND.

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 one..windows 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 dynamic..you 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 out..how 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…..
Poly

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 work...so 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 big...at least for me..so 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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Global Education Center -2 Infosys Campus, Mysore

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

Enjoy the front view.

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

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 yaar....now 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!!!!!

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.

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,
Saurav

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Rain........

11:18 a.m.to be crystal precise....

10th july,2010

its raining profusely....dark clouds...cold air...me 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 love...no expectations...no 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 visible....you 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 confused...you 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 think....so 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 hai.....it 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 benchmark.....science 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.

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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 1^st week of August and training will be going to end by 15^th Aug. And my bad luck is that our convo being at 4^th……….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 16^th – 31^st 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.

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 dhaba....by 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