SEMESTER-II
We (Me, Akshay, Adi n others) boarded Taj early in the morning, but were late in reaching Gwalior because of dense fog enroute. Poor Shivanshu bore the lion’s share of the pulling each other’s leg affair…. He was even nomenclatured with his present addressals then.
We celebrated the New Year in Jaipur with few of our seniors. We put up at Rahul sir’s place where the hospitality was superlative. The dinner we had at Choki-Dhani was a treat beyond comparisons…….not only in terms of quantity, but also the inherent eminence involved in the process of serving a starving individual…… the calls of ‘ Padharo SA ‘, ‘Baitho SA’, ‘Thoda aur khao SA’, still find faint reverberations in my ears. We had a stupendous taste of Rajasthani food and hospitality at the same.
I was drawn into the Data Structures and Client-side scripting languages. Semester-I had its wedges of ‘Bakar’, however I liked to confine myself in my room remaining pre-occupied with academics or IT magazines.
Akshay, Uniyal, Ankur, Ankit made it a point to come over to my room almost daily, mocked the sudden alterations in my attitude. I gave them stupid replies—something like I consider it a waste of precious time even when it came to watching movies.
The seriousness lasted a month, I again got back to the old ways… only difference being I started spending appreciable time in the library. Nothing much happened during early and mid January, I reminisce myself as being a taciturn observer of the normal tide of events and exaggerated explanations of the same.
The festive epoch was soon to come….
The month of February, brought a surrear joy as me and Ankit won the Double Wicket Cricket Tournament (one of the few completed endeavors in IIITM….. I must say!!!)
Even now, I evoke the two overs when we garnered about 28 to 30 runs in EACH, Arvind Sir and Shivanshu being the unfortunate sufferers.
Subsequently, a blue streak of northern light showed upon the IIITM campus- the name was Aurora’04. Well!!! Don’t get cajoled by the narration ….. I remember the Chief Guest’s introductory statement… something synonymous with the following lines:-
“On this solemn occasion my memories go back to the days when I was one among you, and used to witness the inaugural ceremony of our college’s cultural event THOUGH
The number was far more then , than what’s visible right now….”
The three days of Aurora have marked groovy recollections of fun and fervidness, TRENDZ was consummate …. I danced both solo and group (as usual…..) by the way, I was one of the hot properties of IIITM then, as dancers are always appreciated in their respective first years, its only when I performed the same reiterated steps in the following years …. the student fraternity realized that I am game only for a handful.
Well!!! that’s how I’ll plead my case in the court of justifications.
However, the Mr. Aurora contest infused within me the poise and buoyancy which I am carrying forward to date. Am still livid at my dim-witted retort in the judge’s question round where I inaugurated the centralized AC plant , appointed 20 faculty members and built an auditorium for Aurora, as the director of IIITM 10 years from then. Nonetheless, I regard the runners-up title in a personality contest in my very first year at college as one of my foremost achievements.
Infotsav’04 rolled up and folded without any ruckus. Finally my second majors in IIITM dawned (SMEARING THE MOST TESTING TIMES IN MY TIMESTAMP…..
… quote ----- PERSONAL REASONS----- unquote)
As always the gushing and rushing moments… (did not have many but definitely the most notorious till date)
• A minor altercation with Akshay due to gross misunderstandings…… in the same inhalation, I’ll say he’s one of the most considerate friends I’ve made in IIITM….. I do not hesitate to share my intricate tribulations with him.
• I won’t state this explicitly, but the incident before the majors bore a tremendous brunt on my ethical dogma (I was always a proud person in this aspect before…). I must confess that it took me long to become conscious of the ignominy I had caused to my conscience and the affected persons.
Let me tell you, this incident and my suspension from college during my 3rd semester mark the most defining moments of traits…. I learnt to accept the cons within my character…. Moreover, learnt to confess my mistakes both intricately and externally.
CONFESSION seems to be synonymous with an effort to sever an obstinate pile, but all it takes is a humble acceptance of your blunders juxtaposed with an over-ride of your self-esteem. Once accomplished, life will take a drastic U-turn, it’ll seem as if it had never been better….. Please appreciate these views as they are penned out of experience.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Monday, October 10, 2005
All Virtuous Traits Come With A Bubble Reputation
Three years in IIITM, have been a judicious mix of the occasional invigorating experiences juxtaposed with the perennial ignominies (unfortunate developments---- is my implication).
I infer that, the state outside the watch over walls of our saccharine dwellings is arduous, to be very polite. As a teenager, I always dreamt of spending time in isolation, as it aroused a prodigious sense of adventure within me, where I would be free to tread the mill of my existence within the realm of my sole perceptions. The very contemplation of pursuing education with hostel accommodation sent shrills down my vertebrae.
Looking back, I cannot help but smile at my inanity, a smile that conceals thedisenchantment with regards to my innate dream of the past.
With deep regret I confess to have fallen prey to the ‘TRAPS’ of life- the EMOTIONAL TRAPS to be precise and, concise at the same. It sometimes gets so TOXIC that I feel like making a insipid dash towards oblivion.
Over the last year, I instilled within me a healthy conscience as result of regular prayers,
pleasant thinking and convincing actions which exhorted me towards the incomparable source of bliss in a dignified manner….. but probably as nature has it etched in its directives that -
-- ALL VIRTUOUS TRAITS COME WITH A BUBBLE REPUTATION
the moment you make the slightest contact, the bubble ruptures leaving behind a soul which can do nothing but be remorseful, wishing ardently … if apologies could set right the unfortunate mistakes…. ALAS.
I made the mistaking of overriding the budding superciliousness (arrogance, egoism, etc etc to name a few..) within me, by unconsciously attributing myself to the various peaks in the context of fame and success.
Now at this juncture, I find myself weak and impatient (ONCE AGAIN…) …… knowing fully well what I am doing wrong ….. somehow, am able to do nothing about it. I feel proud to think of the days when I achieved my purpose with dedication and perseverance without worrying of the insurmountable odds that existed then. Today when I am much safer (with very few odds against me)….. I feel cowardice, failure in being perseverant and constant unwanted apprehensions are mocking me at my face…..
Perhaps I would have been better off at home with mom n dad around, who would sense my solitude, make me do the inevitable prayers (reference: Carrot and Stick Policy), counsel me and advise me with examples within and outside my family. My brother and bhabhi would have enlivened my world with their terrific situational humour (I have a pathetic sense of humour, though I am perceived by others as having prohibitive wits).
I’ll again go back into the shell for the time being, regain the composure, the tenacity, the vigour, the zeal moreover the temperament to be emotionally stable.
I have no words to express the contentment I have experienced in writing my long enduring thoughts. Please don’t brand me as an pessimist after going through this blog, its just my experiment to change the direction of the high-rise tide in my life, at present. Sincerely hoping for success in this endeavour.
I infer that, the state outside the watch over walls of our saccharine dwellings is arduous, to be very polite. As a teenager, I always dreamt of spending time in isolation, as it aroused a prodigious sense of adventure within me, where I would be free to tread the mill of my existence within the realm of my sole perceptions. The very contemplation of pursuing education with hostel accommodation sent shrills down my vertebrae.
Looking back, I cannot help but smile at my inanity, a smile that conceals thedisenchantment with regards to my innate dream of the past.
With deep regret I confess to have fallen prey to the ‘TRAPS’ of life- the EMOTIONAL TRAPS to be precise and, concise at the same. It sometimes gets so TOXIC that I feel like making a insipid dash towards oblivion.
Over the last year, I instilled within me a healthy conscience as result of regular prayers,
pleasant thinking and convincing actions which exhorted me towards the incomparable source of bliss in a dignified manner….. but probably as nature has it etched in its directives that -
-- ALL VIRTUOUS TRAITS COME WITH A BUBBLE REPUTATION
the moment you make the slightest contact, the bubble ruptures leaving behind a soul which can do nothing but be remorseful, wishing ardently … if apologies could set right the unfortunate mistakes…. ALAS.
I made the mistaking of overriding the budding superciliousness (arrogance, egoism, etc etc to name a few..) within me, by unconsciously attributing myself to the various peaks in the context of fame and success.
Now at this juncture, I find myself weak and impatient (ONCE AGAIN…) …… knowing fully well what I am doing wrong ….. somehow, am able to do nothing about it. I feel proud to think of the days when I achieved my purpose with dedication and perseverance without worrying of the insurmountable odds that existed then. Today when I am much safer (with very few odds against me)….. I feel cowardice, failure in being perseverant and constant unwanted apprehensions are mocking me at my face…..
Perhaps I would have been better off at home with mom n dad around, who would sense my solitude, make me do the inevitable prayers (reference: Carrot and Stick Policy), counsel me and advise me with examples within and outside my family. My brother and bhabhi would have enlivened my world with their terrific situational humour (I have a pathetic sense of humour, though I am perceived by others as having prohibitive wits).
I’ll again go back into the shell for the time being, regain the composure, the tenacity, the vigour, the zeal moreover the temperament to be emotionally stable.
I have no words to express the contentment I have experienced in writing my long enduring thoughts. Please don’t brand me as an pessimist after going through this blog, its just my experiment to change the direction of the high-rise tide in my life, at present. Sincerely hoping for success in this endeavour.
My unpretentious and convoluted insight into 2 years of stay in IIITM - Semester I
SEMESTER- I
Day 1- I was keyed up to the brim while boarding the Shatabdi Express. Mixed feelings were surfacing … one reminiscing me of my past in school and DCE… the other thrilling me towards whatever lay ahead in ABV-IIITM.
I was disappointed at the first stare across the campus but the, then Director, Mr D.P.Aggarwal was impressive. I felt I need to emulate his confidence and veracity.
Johney was the first person to whom I introduced myself, next was Ankit followed by the bunch in the hostel (remember meeting Raghavan, Jayant, Girraj, Sudhanshu…..).
Among the girls it was Vandana Mam initially, Anubha and Jyoti were the first from our batch.
Have fond memories of the first stroll with Dhruv, the guy radiated virtuosity throughout the chat. Left me uncertain as to how do I situate myself within this batch of pinnacle performers ?????
Ragging was never an apprehension, my precedent rendezvous helped me carry the flag through troubled waters without much ado…. of course the numerous stumbles are not ruled out.
The preeminent part was the approach with which our batchmates tried to establish intimacy (or sometimes distance themselves…) from each other in the earlier days.
It goes without saying that the first impression cast goes a long way… I could not help admiring people like Johney, Dhruv, Jayant, Ankit, Bharat, Nikhil, Marut, Anubha, Jyoti for the moderations in their conduct during the initial days ( I developed a predilection towards them ).
Next were the festivals starting with Parichay’2003 and Topa’2003…. Were fun!!!.
I state confidently that all hands will raise with unanimity with regards to the find of Topa’03- Ashutosh Uniyal, guy of immense brilliance and grasping power. Till date people exclaim that he does not do justice to his potential…. In the same breadth they are thankful for the same.
Pages kept turning while we got accustomed to the hostel life, method of study, ragging as well. Cricket, table tennis and badminton under lights were the highlights.
On the academic front, the gravity of many of my batchmates ….Marut, Bahri, Yogesh were stupendous springs of motivation for me. Ankit, Ashutosh and myself bought our PC’s after several rounds of consultations from our seniors.
All these accounted for the first three months….. ,meanwhile, Gwalior did not engross me by any means.
The cricket match between India and Australia has marked groovy recollections…. The cheering and the pail of slangs flinged on Symonds and Agarkar!!!!
The final month was by far most exciting- my team with Dhruv made it to the badminton finals but we were, sort of, comprehensively beaten by Prateek sir and Marut. No infamy in being packed down by a superior side. Memories of our official Freshers are still embossed on my grey cells.(….remember Uniyal having a tremendous bout of fever but still made it to the party, only to come back and fall unconscious on the bed….. another week off !!!!!).
We could finally walk hands on shoulders with our seniors, saying hi rather than good mornings and afternoons!!!!
Finally majors dawned, next memoir was myself leaving for home in Taj, eager to discuss the past semester with my soulmate(s) in Delhi.
Life is a mixed bag and likewise was this semester… I discuss the gashing moments now, which made ME vulnerable to rips and trips, CAN’T say about OTHERS…!!!!.
Would like to specially mention that the following are purely my sensitivities …….
NO pun intended, NO fun either..!! Please do not treat the following as themes for heated exchanges within the group.
--- The CR elections and the subsequent altercations with the seniors in the hostel seemed untoward to me. I’d like to quote the centre of attraction then-Alok- is indeed a man with a golden heart. It’s his stimulations which play the spoilsport. Keep a check on them mate and no one can stop you from escalating.
---The question papers episode still seems incongruous. No more comments!!!!
---I noticed guys took great pride in associating themselves with girls…. Looked down upon those who did not do so. People used to concoct their own stories pertaining to this topic, on many occasion I sensed the crocodile in the sea, nevertheless kept mum. The whole proposition seemed obtuse(the most decent word). I was always of the opinion that one spawns his identity at his own behest…. Arrogance due to companionship is nothing but perfidy. (Emotional support is a different issue….. cannot say about physical supports).
---My first visit to the GH turned out to be a bamboozle. Don’t exactly remember the occasion, anyways, let me quote Miss X’s (for obvious reasons) words for me and Dhawal who was alongside me then…..(I overheard her whispering to Miss Y !!!!)
(The English translation)
For Dhawal—he’s a cute guy, seems sane n smart. Don’t be fastidious, he looks like a long shot.
I expected something far more superlative n encouraging… BUT….
For Sanjeev—yeh to pehle din se hi apne liye ladki dhoond raha hain..
So blunt… so perilous… I was amazed how somebody could gather an impression without even talking to me. I thought Miss X possessed tremendous insight….perhaps came out of a dozen affairs.
That signifies the nail clippings for semester I … thank you for patiently reading my piece…. The other semesters follow in the subsequent mails..
Day 1- I was keyed up to the brim while boarding the Shatabdi Express. Mixed feelings were surfacing … one reminiscing me of my past in school and DCE… the other thrilling me towards whatever lay ahead in ABV-IIITM.
I was disappointed at the first stare across the campus but the, then Director, Mr D.P.Aggarwal was impressive. I felt I need to emulate his confidence and veracity.
Johney was the first person to whom I introduced myself, next was Ankit followed by the bunch in the hostel (remember meeting Raghavan, Jayant, Girraj, Sudhanshu…..).
Among the girls it was Vandana Mam initially, Anubha and Jyoti were the first from our batch.
Have fond memories of the first stroll with Dhruv, the guy radiated virtuosity throughout the chat. Left me uncertain as to how do I situate myself within this batch of pinnacle performers ?????
Ragging was never an apprehension, my precedent rendezvous helped me carry the flag through troubled waters without much ado…. of course the numerous stumbles are not ruled out.
The preeminent part was the approach with which our batchmates tried to establish intimacy (or sometimes distance themselves…) from each other in the earlier days.
It goes without saying that the first impression cast goes a long way… I could not help admiring people like Johney, Dhruv, Jayant, Ankit, Bharat, Nikhil, Marut, Anubha, Jyoti for the moderations in their conduct during the initial days ( I developed a predilection towards them ).
Next were the festivals starting with Parichay’2003 and Topa’2003…. Were fun!!!.
I state confidently that all hands will raise with unanimity with regards to the find of Topa’03- Ashutosh Uniyal, guy of immense brilliance and grasping power. Till date people exclaim that he does not do justice to his potential…. In the same breadth they are thankful for the same.
Pages kept turning while we got accustomed to the hostel life, method of study, ragging as well. Cricket, table tennis and badminton under lights were the highlights.
On the academic front, the gravity of many of my batchmates ….Marut, Bahri, Yogesh were stupendous springs of motivation for me. Ankit, Ashutosh and myself bought our PC’s after several rounds of consultations from our seniors.
All these accounted for the first three months….. ,meanwhile, Gwalior did not engross me by any means.
The cricket match between India and Australia has marked groovy recollections…. The cheering and the pail of slangs flinged on Symonds and Agarkar!!!!
The final month was by far most exciting- my team with Dhruv made it to the badminton finals but we were, sort of, comprehensively beaten by Prateek sir and Marut. No infamy in being packed down by a superior side. Memories of our official Freshers are still embossed on my grey cells.(….remember Uniyal having a tremendous bout of fever but still made it to the party, only to come back and fall unconscious on the bed….. another week off !!!!!).
We could finally walk hands on shoulders with our seniors, saying hi rather than good mornings and afternoons!!!!
Finally majors dawned, next memoir was myself leaving for home in Taj, eager to discuss the past semester with my soulmate(s) in Delhi.
Life is a mixed bag and likewise was this semester… I discuss the gashing moments now, which made ME vulnerable to rips and trips, CAN’T say about OTHERS…!!!!.
Would like to specially mention that the following are purely my sensitivities …….
NO pun intended, NO fun either..!! Please do not treat the following as themes for heated exchanges within the group.
--- The CR elections and the subsequent altercations with the seniors in the hostel seemed untoward to me. I’d like to quote the centre of attraction then-Alok- is indeed a man with a golden heart. It’s his stimulations which play the spoilsport. Keep a check on them mate and no one can stop you from escalating.
---The question papers episode still seems incongruous. No more comments!!!!
---I noticed guys took great pride in associating themselves with girls…. Looked down upon those who did not do so. People used to concoct their own stories pertaining to this topic, on many occasion I sensed the crocodile in the sea, nevertheless kept mum. The whole proposition seemed obtuse(the most decent word). I was always of the opinion that one spawns his identity at his own behest…. Arrogance due to companionship is nothing but perfidy. (Emotional support is a different issue….. cannot say about physical supports).
---My first visit to the GH turned out to be a bamboozle. Don’t exactly remember the occasion, anyways, let me quote Miss X’s (for obvious reasons) words for me and Dhawal who was alongside me then…..(I overheard her whispering to Miss Y !!!!)
(The English translation)
For Dhawal—he’s a cute guy, seems sane n smart. Don’t be fastidious, he looks like a long shot.
I expected something far more superlative n encouraging… BUT….
For Sanjeev—yeh to pehle din se hi apne liye ladki dhoond raha hain..
So blunt… so perilous… I was amazed how somebody could gather an impression without even talking to me. I thought Miss X possessed tremendous insight….perhaps came out of a dozen affairs.
That signifies the nail clippings for semester I … thank you for patiently reading my piece…. The other semesters follow in the subsequent mails..
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