Give this a thought....

When a rose can smile, even with thorns constantly pricking her tenderness,

Why can’t you??

When Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge), herself, is chilling out with her veena,

Why are you breaking your head mugging those incomprehensible equations and unintelligible concepts!!

Water, Air and Fire II

Here is the next one...Air...the space between heaven and earth...which gave birth to spirit.

AIR

Like the occasional gust of air that brushes against your tender cheeks,
With your eyes shut, as you let your soul get pampered to its peak;
She walks along leaving you mesmerized by her grace and lore,
The bracing breeze or her fleeting look, you are left longing for more.

As the zephyr quivers both the green and ripe leaves, impartially,
She makes a million hearts flutter as she paces past elegantly;
On a typical day, when you least expect something extraordinary,
When the sun shines bright and everything looks merry;
The breeze changes its direction and blows right through your terrace,
She enters your life and you wonder why God is so generous!

Like the breathe enters the flute pores to create melodic symphony,
She pervades your soul to transform your aura in to a mellow harmony;
Just when you get addicted to their enjoyable presence and vitalizing touch,
The tender breeze takes the form of devastating cyclone, wrecking thy life,
No rhyme or reason, she walks away breaking the bond of man and wife;
And you are left wondering why the hell then the breeze blew your way,
Merely to make you realize that, with woman and wind around,
Unpredictability is not far away!

Water, Air and Fire I

The three mothers of Universe – Water, Air and Fire, considered as the origin of the entire cosmos strikingly resembles woman’s persona. I have attempted to compare their traits one by one. This post is dedicated to water, the creator of Earth.

WATER

Just like the little rivulet, flows down the hillock, bubbling gaily,
The cherubic little girl in her surpasses the impeding pebbles, effortlessly,
As this coy brook shapes into a waterfall, with the sole aim to advance,
The woman in her rises up to face the circumstances that resists her stance,
Triumphing over the trials, as this torrent transforms into a gigantic ocean,
Powerful yet modest, boundless yet in limits, mighty yet full of compassion,
The mother in her assumes such astonishing contrasts with ardent passion.

Life begins in womb as the fluid shields the fetus, blood induces the spirit,
And milk nurtures the baby, all forms of water, revitalizing the teeny bit,
The perfectionist in her creates the flawless combination of beauty and brain,

And she delivers her elite creation, beating the limits of unbearable strain,
The graceful curves, the soulful serenity or the refreshing vivacity,
It’s a delight to admire their traits and get mesmerized in their beauty.

I wonder what God had in his mind, when he created woman,
Strikingly analogous to the aqueous spirit!

Craving Heart

As I walk along the shore beneath the moonlight radiance, all alone;
My heart craves to reach out and make you all my own;
My innocent soul longs to get intoxicated, drowning in your soft brown eyes;
And the timid me want to surrender in your secure hands tie.
Where are you, my honey?

Watch the rolling ripples, as they drench your sand-soaked feet,
Don’t they deliver my perpetual thirst, just for that one sight;
Listen to the melodious breeze which makes the tall pine tree dance,
Don’t they tell you how you pervade all my trance.
How could you ignore my cal, my sugar?

Like the sight of moon urge the waves to swell in passion,
Your thought makes my heart beat in similar fashion;
Life without you seems like a dreadful nightmare,
Don’t you have few moments for me at spare?
Don’t you miss me the way I miss you, my darling?

Am I?

Not a bead glistens my eyelashes when I am in intractable trauma,
But can’t stop my surging tears when my hero dies in an onscreen drama;
Am I weird?

I crave and miss my loved one, whom I cannot see,
Is it because he is no longer there for ME?
Am I selfish?

I wish to pull the moon and wrap it around,
I long to get hold of Aladdin’s magic lamp to fulfill my wishes unbound;
Am I immature?

Death scares me, Rejection scoffs at me, Expectations tenses me,
The fear of losing my kith and kin terrifies me;
Am I a coward?

Am I weird, selfish, immature and a coward?
So many negatives huddled in a pod,
Am I a pessimist?

Homosexuals ---- Criminals...Are They??

Homosexuality...Impending verdict....criminalized victims....raging debates....open letters…misconceptions and controversies…all part of this tabooed issue. The Section 377 of Indian Penal Code states homosexuality as something unnatural and hence criminal. Criminals…huh &#$&…with rapists and perverts roaming scot-free…how can you possibly justify turning otherwise law-abiding citizens into criminals just because they have different sexual preferences — choices that hurt nobody?

Homosexuality is as old as human civilization. The only problem is that views on these issues were proscribed from being voiced. C’mon ours is the land of Kamasutra…what’s wrong in discussing something which always existed. Ignorance…the sole cause of unmanageable rise in AIDS and sexually transmitted diseases. At least things should be favorable with the educated masses…but the condition is no better.

The frustrating part is that this matter is being dealt by a bunch of illiterate crooks in the cabinet that do nothing but shy away from the topic. These decisions should be taken by intelligent minds that can contemplate the sensitivities of the concerned and pass a favorable judgment. Just like some people have different religious preferences (would you punish an atheist for being a nonbeliever?) or career preferences….these guys have different sexual preferences…why can’t we handle them gracefully?

Every individual needs his own personal space and no law can snatch that from him. By the way, how are they going to keep track of who’s doing what? If there is no justification for a law and it is not enforced anyway, then what reason is there for keeping it as part of the Indian Penal Code? Surely, it is much easier to simply abolish it. It is high time homosexuality is legalized. After all, how can one have a society that is liberal in religion, economics, art and culture but prudish in its ideas of homosexuality and lesbianism? Why would we need laws to maintain something that is natural? Are there laws forcing people to eat or sleep? But there is a law forcing people to have sex in a particular way!

Even if this act is decriminalized or even legalized nothing revolutionary is going to happen unless there is public awareness. We cannot argue that law is equal to all…then how is polygamy legal for Muslims? People would question its validity posing quotes from religious scripts stating that it’s unethical. And yet again there would be debates and open letters but no consequences. That’s how India is!!

A Leaf Outta My Personal Diary

I had nothing to write…Writer’s block…huh….donno…Got tired of addressing serious issues…So something about me!!

I am thinking about:
(Yawn) Whether to brush and then switch on my comp or vice versa (I ended up doing both….simultaneously)

I want:
To go trekking…The climate is perfect…slight drizzles…cool breeze…hillock smeared with greenery…clouds capping the peaks… (A friend rejuvenated my love for trekking…Thnx :>)

I wonder:
How my mom patiently listens to all my weirdo philosophies!

I regret:
About nothing!!

I am:
Short- tempered (cat is out of the bag!)

I like:
Lotta things…sleeping for 10 hours without feeling guilty…Reading Eric Sehgal fictions…Fighting with my friend over silly things and then making up…Listening to “When you say nothing at all” again and again…chatting endlessly over ma favorite coffee…devouring faloodas at C-1…splashing water and playing in poodles…the list is endless!!

I dance:
For myself….without caring whether I look clumsy!

I sing:
All the time…Life is all about music..Isn’t it?

I need:
My cell… (donno where I kept …have been trying since morning to track it…but then its in mute mode…:<)

I cry:
When the stress is insurmountable…very rare.

I laugh:
24/7…I have this silly smile pasted on my face :D

I make:
Decent hakka noodles and tomato soup!

I write:
Religiously…That’s my medium to vent out my frustrations!

I confuse:
Everybody around…I love that puzzled look on their face!

I love:
My family…my friends…my cat…animals in general...(except cockroaches)…my cell…(sounds stereotypical na…but can’t help it)

I miss:
My childhood… every morning mom would run after me with a glass of milk…dress me up…pack my bag… wait to receive me from school…completely pamper me!!

I admire:
Tamil Brahmins…they manage to excel in every thing…academics or performing arts…maybe it’s genetic or their “thair sadam” (curd rice). I am proud to be half-mallu half-tamil…but then I have spent half my life competing with them!

I will:
Gift my mom a cosy penthouse with a big balcony on 17th floor with lotta vegetation around!

I believe:
Politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other." (Read this somewhere...so very true)

I feel good:
When my jeans seems to be loose … (even after skipping my yoga exercises)

Coffee Delights

As the golden rays coyly routes amid my curtain crease,
The softness of early hours seems to hum a soothing piece;
What tempts me away from my quixotic dream,
Is the captivating aroma of my coffee filled till rim;
As I groggily clasp my logo-tagged coffee mug,
The sweet-bitter fragrance gears me up for the worldly tug;
How could I ignore the grandest yet the most tranquil wake-up call,
Which lovingly reminds me that life is a ball.
I love my first COFFEE!!

Vande Mataram...Why the Hype?

Yet again a trivial issue is hogging the limelight and the political denominations are exploiting the max. Vande Mataram has created a controversial hullabaloo across the country with every form of media exaggerating the debate, whether it should be made compulsory in schools or not. India being a secular country, I believe we should not force people to sing this song if it upsets their sentiments. Moreover force is an objectionable element…Isn’t it? How can the largest democracy of the world support this funda? What do the political parties want to prove by enforcing the so called Hinduism?

I do agree that the song instigates a strange kind of jingoistic patriotic wave…the lyrics are exceptionally beautiful as it describes the pristine beauty of our motherland, but why malign the beauty by creating a controversy? Furthermore why are the political parties so concerned? How many of them can sing Vande Mataram properly? Forget about national song…Can they sing our national anthem correctly? A developing country like ours needs to focus on graver issues like poverty, unemployment, corruption etc. Why create communal dissonance over a petty issue?

Having said that, I don’t endorse the views of Muslim community that Vande Mataram is anti-Muslim. The two stanzas that were approved simply praise the motherland. Don’t you think we do owe our motherland and there’s nothing objectionable in glorifying our land?

Vande maataraM

sujalaaM suphalaaM

malayaja shiitalaaM

sasyashyaamalaaM maataraM

shubhrajyotsnaa pulakitayaaminiiM

pullakusumita drumadala shobhiniiM

suhaasiniiM sumadhura bhaashhiNiiM

sukhadaaM varadaaM maataraM

English Translation

Mother, I bow to thee!

Rich with thy hurrying streams,

bright with orchard gleams,

Cool with thy winds of delight,

Dark fields waving Mother of might,

Mother free.

Glory of moonlight dreams,

Over thy branches and lordly streams,

Clad in thy blossoming trees,

Mother, giver of ease Laughing low and sweet!

Mother I kiss thy feet,

Speaker sweet and low!

Mother, to thee I bow.

What is obnoxious about the lyrics? Eminent patriots like Asfqullah, Maulana Abul Kalam, Abdul Hamid laid down their lives singing vande mataram…A.R.Rahman popularized this beautiful version…Are they not bonafide Muslims? When Hindus open heartedly accepted and epitomized Taj mahal, built by a Muslim, as a national heritage, why can’t they sing Vande Mataram?

The larger issue is why are we blowing this issue out of proportion? Many would start questioning the validity of our national anthem...It’s better to avoid these clashes and focus on solving the real problems. Let’s not succumb under the malicious ‘divide and rule’ policy…What say?

Magical Tears

Irrepressible emotions inundated her large limpid pools,
Glistening pearls trailed along the brink,
Volcano of passion that encumbered her tender heart
Adulterated this magic fluid with a brackish tang,
As the tiny drops glided down her supple cheeks,
Her heart alleviated, wispy like a gentle feather,
Her spirit composed, regaining back the tranquility,
Vigor rejuvenated to confront the complexities,
Vivacity to struggle and buoyancy to thrive nourished.
What a miraculous tool tears prove to be!
What if God had not created tears!

Women...Are they inferior?

As the recent Sabarimala controversy continues to rock the country, the priests and women activists anxiously wait for the capricious verdict from the Supreme Court. But what I fail to understand is what is wrong with women entering the holy portal?

The Sabarimala shrine, where women between the ages of 10 and 55 are strictly prohibited, is a shrine to male celibacy. Lord Ayappan is said to be the god of the brahmachari. In that case even married men should not me allowed. If women are allowed into Sabarimala, says the thantri, the entire edifice of the temple will collapse and the very reason for the arduous pilgrimage will be nullified. Under the camouflage of traditions, they want to emphasize that religion is pure and women are dirty. The perverted hatred of woman’s body. Purity….How do you mete this quality? Is purity limited to anatomy? What about integrity of soul? Does that insinuate that men entering the sanctified portal are free of malevolence? Forget the common man, even the so called descendants of God succumb under the pressure of meretricious iniquity.

The deeper question is…Are religions hostile to women? Woman is blessed with the inimitable potential of nurturing a new life in her womb. When the nature itself has bestowed her position next to God, who are we mortals to challenge the decision? This issue is not limited to sabarimala; it extends to day today life as well where womanhood is condemned as sin. In most nuclear families it becomes a period of oppression for the woman when the Ayyappa season begins. The kind of trauma a woman undergoes due to this primitive and distorted belief is not yet being debated. It is a silent scream.

With women attempting revolutionary changes to alter the outlook of society which is primitively male dominated, these religious fallacies prove to be major hurdles. The religions are on collision course with modernity, and unless religions reform themselves, societies will never change. So to change the society we have to instigate people to contemplate, instead of meekly accepting the meaningless customs and traditions. Equality among sexes can achieved only if there is social parity and this can be attained only by changing the mindset of the people.

Silken Strands Of Love

When bonds are strong and emotions run deep,
Blood-ties turn immaterial and fervent affiliations reap;
Words seem scarce to express my love for you brother,
And hope this liaison retains its glory forever;

Your soulful eyes, dazzling yet coy;
Your cherubic face, that radiates with joy;
Your caring words and priceless advice,
Bro, you are so affectionate, loving and nice;

On this propitious day, as the sun rise and earth bow,
As the birds triumph the sky and exhilaration comes in tow;
I tie you this silken strand to mark my platonic ardor,
And wish you loads of happiness and success in all your endeavors.

Unsaluted Heroes!

It was an exhausting Thursday. Monotonous lectures had drained me out and I slumped into the comforts of my cushion. I switched on my loyal partner (in crime) and enqueued some of Lata favorites on winnamp. “Aye mere watan ke logon…” Lata’s voice crooned imbibing a nostalgic feel to the jingoistic piece. My mind went through emotional turbulence as always.

Have you ever imagined yourself in the shoes of our altruistic soldier who battles at the border to safeguard our country? 15000 ft above…cold and lonely…chilly winds spanking violently…he crawls up the cruel rugged terrain. It is fear, raw, unalloyed, unrelenting.... and yet he moves, slowly but with determination to fight for the nation. To die for the nation. He scrambles up with the gnawing fear that he may never see his 5 year old daughter again. The sweet little thing with wagging ponytail whose smile lightens up his world…her sparkling eyes…her clinkering giggles… he might not be there for her. It isn’t feared…it’s just a wishful regret. Fear is not in his dictionary. Death is not what matters. What matters to him is the pride of his motherland. Triumphing over obscurity, he proceeds to overpower his tryst with destiny

‘Jab desh mein thi diwali

Vo khel rahe the holi

Jab ham baithe the gharon mein

Vo jhel rahe the goli’

What a noble soul! With this world filled with selfish people and uncertain objectives, our infantrymen strive towards a gallant purpose. ‘What makes them choose armed forces with so many lucrative professions around’…I tried to ponder…Is it the money they are getting from the government... (lol)? Is it the fame which drives them towards this supreme sacrifice? Or is it the pride that one takes in being an Indian? It is nothing but boundless love for motherland

But do our relentless warriors get the honor they deserve? We certainly cannot reimburse the sacrifice but we can at least acknowledge their gallant feat… What say?

Beauty...What is it???

With the beauty pageants creating superfluous hype and columnists arguing and counter-arguing whether they obliterate preset morality, I tried figure out …What is beauty all about? “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Outside appearance fades, what is important is having a beautiful heart, soul and mind. When one is beautiful inside, it radiates from the outside.”…our views echo with such analogous diplomacy.

But do you think people genuinely believe in this? Then why do every matrimonial ad demand beautiful, slim and fair bride even if the groom is immediate descendant of orang-utan! Fanatical hypocrisy, isn’t it? Do they want life partner or model whom they can show off? These people dream of rare tall, thin, and fair specimens of apparent human perfection which represent the whitewashing of Indian norms of beauty. More importantly, they have begun to play an enormously significant role in the lives of the average Indian woman. The intimidating fact is that even parents want their daughters to look like a glamour doll thereby hurting her morale irrevocably. The only faction benefiting are the beauty product companies which promise unfeasible transformations. This “beauty” philosophy hasn’t spared even the corporate world. Good looks facilitate that critical head-start. Why this prejudice?

We have certain stereotypical perception when we judge beautiful people. We think that beautiful individuals are talented, creative and sensitive; that they have an ability to exert a positive influence on others. Those, who have not so pretty, or absolutely unappealing faces, are usually perceived as people who cannot boast of such qualities and traits – just an instant visual contact is enough to conclude so. Unattractive people are usually perceived as someone unhappy, malcontent, presumptuous, stupid and exhausted with their own lives.

Do you disagree with me…Then tell me how many of us check orkut profiles from our friend’s list without heeding much attention to the photo? It’s nothing but human temperament…Our visual senses are formulated to assess people on basis of superficial factors but our neural senses are rationalized to identify beautiful souls…but who cares to identify? Social consequences of human appearances are enormous…can’t help it…Can we?

Old friends...Only their memories linger behind!

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. After devouring on delectable pav-bhaji, I grabbed my remote and perplexedly toggled through channels with eyes half closed. I was almost dozing off, when suddenly my phone rang. Tanya was on line. It was almost five years, since we met. We were best friends in school. Bunking P.T. period, playing pranks, gossiping, sharing tiffin, solving worksheets…we did it all together. But then her dad got transferred to Delhi and we departed with promises of regular phone calls and e-mails. Initially we called up every week...then it reduced to once in a month and then only on birthdays. Since last two years we were completely out of touch.

Her call was a pleasant surprise to me. After the initial “hi” s and “how are you” s, we were in complete loss of topics. Promising to meet her at our favorite ice-cream parlor that evening, I slouched back into the comforts of my sofa cushions. My equations with her had changed. We dint share the same kind of liaison. Uncanny void had crept in our relationship.

This made me speculate…Are our relationships governed by distance and time? Is it because our priorities change? Or is it law of life? Are we so selfish that we let go people once we know that they won’t be around anymore? Or is it….out of sight out of mind? Are old memories like compilation of wonderful moments; we recollect, feel nostalgic and then move on? I fail to understand…what is it that undermines the glory of friendship?

Memories seldom fade!

It was an important day for her. Priya had recently joined a reputed corporate firm. Recognizing her capabilities, her boss had given her opportunity to handle a prestigious presentation, which few freshers even dream of. She was confidence personified, but the magnitude of the assignment sent a quirky uneasiness down her stomach. Brushing away her anxiousness, she once again assured if everything was organized, got into her Santro and switched on her favorite music station.

Scrutinizing all the details of the presentation, she drove smoothly down the lane, when suddenly the radio resonated with “Durr se koi aaye, kahin chupkese wo dil mein sama jaye….saajana...” It bought back elapsed memories. The episode was still fresh in her mind.

Horizons always rocked but this time it was special as it was her final year, last festival of their engineering epoch. STRINGS, her favorite band were performing that night. Completely engrossed, her body swayed in harmony to the music of …Durr... when unintentionally, she stepped on someone’s foot. She turned around to apologize, lo Behold, it was him. For a moment her eyes met his and she could almost hear her heart throbbing in exhilaration. Mortified by his bamboozled look, she turned around right away. She couldn’t believe her eyes, she was seeing him after two years and he hadn’t changed a bit. He looked the same, tall dark handsome with those soft brown eyes which still stared in bafflement. How much she loved him even today! Time and distance truly makes heart go fonder.

The crowd swayed frenziedly and the ardent emotions of the song made her face glow with ecstasy. The song was almost getting over with the guitars strumming raucously and the crowd roaring in complete dissonance. The ambiance was ideal and the mood perfect. She felt she won’t get a better occasion to confess how much she loved him. With her heart thumping hysterically, she turned around only to find him gone. Her eyes searched for him but he had vanished. She felt completely cheated and thwarted. She had lost him again.

The screeching horn of the adjacent Honda city bought her back to reality and she smiled with a glint of regret. The radio crooned Enrique Iglesisas’s Hero. Would she ever find her hero? Wherever he was, she still loved him and she knew he would always occupy that special place in her heart. Brushing away her thoughts, she once again ensured if everything was ready for the presentation. Hmmnn...After all nobody can ever forget their first love.

Giving Away My Daughter

This is from a father's perspective

She looked stunning, just like her mother. Heavily bordered Kanjeevaram sari, chunky gold ornaments, aromatic jasmine strings adorning her lustrous braid and her cherubic smile enhanced her beauty. It’s my daughter’s wedding today. Caught in turmoil of emotions, my heart felt like lead. My eyes brimmed with tears…tears of joy??...no…they were tears of contentment. She noticed them. I couldn’t escape her questioning eyes. I brushed away the tears and blamed the musky smoke. But she knew the reason and gave an assuring smile.

“Papa, I would never leave u”, she had said when I teasingly remarked that Arun(her fiancee) was waiting.Daughters grow up so fast. I still remember the day when I was handed this little bundle of joy. Deep blue eyes, I affectionately named her Neelakshi. Everything she did amused me. From a naughty toddler to confused adolescent, from Daddy’s little girl to responsible daughter, her growing years were so delightful. Caring daughter, wonderful cook, established writer and an efficient engineer, she is all rolled in one and I am sure she would make a superb wife too. The pride, the satisfaction, the elation bought back my surging tears.

Today, I am giving her away. New place, new relatives and mounting apprehensions, I know my daughter would handle them tactfully. I would miss her.Her absence would haunt me now.

Deep in her childhood memories, I was enjoying the nostalgic feel when suddenly my thoughts were disrupted by the priest chanting… “mangalyam tantunanena mama jivana hethuna kanthe: badhnami subhage! sanjiva sarada: satam ” . Amidst the rhythmic mela-thalam of drums and showers of akshadai, my daughter made a grand entry into the connubial phase. My emotions fiddled between anxieties to thrill, just like the first day of her school when I left her in the classroom among strangers. Then she was a tot, now a woman but she would always remain her Daddy’s little girl!

Shell Shocked...But Mumbai moves on!!

Utterly stunned and frozen in trepidation, I saw the news of serial bomb blasts. Eight of them, in the first class compartments of the Lifeline of Mumbai…local trains at eight different places, all in western suburbs at peak hours left the entire country scandalized.

My mom works in Santacruz and the news sent a cold jerk down my spine. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening; all I could do was to try contacting her. With mobile lines jammed, landlines dead and heart beat soaring I felt completely helpless. Fortunately, she had taken the previous train and reached home safely. That was a close shave. The turmoil of emotions I went through during those ten minutes, ranging from terror to anxiety, from anticipation to relief is beyond description.

The news channels splashed the bloody sight throughout…from splattered blood stains, severed heads, and limbs to headless torsos, the prospect disgusted me. Humanity???...Does it really exist? What kind of sadistic pleasure do these psycho lunatics derive from such inhumane acts? Do they really know what they want?

Mumbai…I still can’t figure what kind of attitude this city has…whatever be the catastrophe and however intense, it jumps to control the situation to minimize the inconvenience. Locals spontaneously sprang in to help out the victims even before the professional help arrived. This city is nothing but “never say die” attitude personified.

But is it fair that our beautiful city becomes the target of natural calamities and human terrorism recurrently just because we manage emerge out successfully? But whom to blame?

Contrasting Match

Oh Lord! The sun looked blushingly beautiful,
With the smoldering golden rays adorning her periphery;
Perched bashfully across the firmament, like a daughter dutiful;
She fondly gazed the sea, with hidden adoration deep inside her core.

Oh Lord! The sea looked delightfully angelic,
With green blue hues stretched across the horizon;
He never lost his cool, unruffled and imperturbable forever,
Even when the surging waves tried his tranquility.

When the birds returned to their nests,
And life began to slow down to rest;
She audaciously expressed her undying love,
And he acknowledged his constrained passion.

Against the wishes of the sky seething red,
And the approving sanctity of the moon and stars;
She sunk in the glory of his deep dark ecstasy,
And thus the contrasting match lived happily ever after!

Moments To Cherish

‘Engineering College’...The most wonderful phase of an engineer’s life. Three years down and one more to go...everything seems like a beautiful dream. The unlimited fun we had is beyond description. The entire experience has been enriching and elevating. Our engineering curriculum is so well designed that it not only provides proficient engineers but also efficient managers. C’mon who else can complete six technical subjects with twelve chapters each within a span of two weeks and still manage to clear with a decent first class! Isn’t that incredible! Precise time management, expert in meeting deadlines, unruffled even in extreme stress and competent in technical skills….That’s a preview of an engineer…Where else can you find a better professional?

The biggest mystery of engineering…Lectures…I still don’t know why are they conducted...probably for the stipulated 75% attendance…lol…we too manage to grace the occasion for the same. But we can’t afford to waste our time…so we do utilize it in some fruitful activities like mugging up wordlists, solving aptitude papers, completing journals and assignments…c’mon we are sincerity personified…ahem… at least sometimes! Occasionally we do indulge in throwing chalks or paper balls on the front bench geeks …if the professor is lenient enough.

Now the most important aspect….Friends, without them we could have never survived. As far as my experience goes, I have met some of the most wonderful people in RAIT.Different backgrounds, varied personalities, distinctive perspectives….I had the opportunity to interact with all kinds and it in turn broadened my spectrum of perception. Politics to career, current affairs to relationships, we discussed and analyzed all of them over samosas and coffee. Those comforting words after heart breaks and over-night analyses on what went wrong….be it exam results or relationships...they were there when we needed them the most. Lord! Life wouldn’t be so beautiful without them.


College Fest…be it IEEE techfest or HORIZONS…these were the only occasions when displayed our genuineness and sincerity towards work. Team spirit and hard work, we always managed to put a successful show inspite of internal politics.
Engineering has been a wonderful experience…full of mixed emotions…truly class apart and just a year left…hmmnn…feeling nostalgic. Uhh...why can’t engineering be eight years long!