The Coal Capital City

P.S: This post is specially written to honour the request made by a very special and dear friend. I was requested to write it on the city of dhanbad. So I have tried to praise the city as much as I could.

Dhanbad is also known as “The Coal Capital of India”. The city is in the state of Jharkhand (for those who feel the name Dhanbad is as alien as a treat without asking! Samay n pranav please don’t take offence here because this line is specially added for some particular reader) and having coordinates 23.8°N 86.45°E( certainly not measured and checked while writing) for those who are too good at geography). I am not going to mention the population here because I never counted and also because by the time you are reading the post it would be increased by multiples of 100.
My visit to Dhanbad was mainly to attend a Blue concert (I am referring to the band here!!). The journey began by missing the only direct train to Dhanbad and so added few extra hours of travel due to the break journey at Ranchi. We reached to my friend’s house at 6.30 pm instead of 11.00 am but we had a surprise waiting for us. The performance of Blue was the previous day, and it was Jal’s performance together with Ranvijay hosting an event. I am not gay enough to drool over Ranvijay so I was interested in Jal only. But the show was a disaster(thank God I was attending it by a free pass!). But I am not gonna tell about the show here because the post is supposed to be on Dhanbad not a dried Jal!

Returning to the main theme: Dhanbad.
Guys the city rocks because of it’s rich “natural resources”. I would on any given day prefer to spend a whole day on the roads here! You should certainly give a try. The roads at some areas really prove the point that it is a city in Jharkhand!! However the power cut situation might just prove something different. Weather at February was quite hot and the Sun was really shooting flames giving the hint that during summer it really can become a burning coal and the city a furnace. I wasn’t long here to comment on water situation and I wasn’t interested enough to know about it’s political situation. Markets seemed good (the hirapur market had roads wide enough for a guy like me to walk!)and the presence of Big Bazar(I am not sure enough about the quality of product here but the game parlour there made me to mention about it) and City Centre( I didn’t go inside to check the brands there because there wasn’t enough crowd on Holi) added glitters. Fame multiplex was my personal favourite point at Dhanbad and there was a small CCD (now CCD has lost its charm since it opened in a city like Rourkela) too. But still the God for food junkies –Mcdies and KFCs were missing. Cant't tell much about the price of commodities but i can ensure that one important commodity was expensive ;)!!! The transport system reminded me of Patna(mostly autos). I don’t know anything about the friendliness of people but roadside romeos seemed omni present(I excluded myself here!).
I guess I have covered all the topics as taught in Social Science. If anything left you can tell me and I would add it.
So how soon are you thinking about visiting Dhanbad?
In the end I would like to say that I really enjoyed visiting here and I am not kidding about this.

My Rendezvous with Exam

For the first time in my life I gave my exams sitting on first bench sitting directly in front of the invigilator! On raising my eye level, I could see only two things:
1. The eyes of the ‘Devil’ seem to be saying “Dare to Cheat??” and
2. The rules and regulations pasted on the board with its last line saying “DON’T EVER THINK OF ADOPTING UNFAIR MEANS. YOU ARE A TRUE NITIAN. BEHAVE LIKE ONE!!
The sitting position cost me around at least 20 marks in the total, 2 Grade Points!! Phew!! Only engineering students can know the true value of Grade Points. We rub our asses off studying (the night before exam) to secure one more Grade Point and here I dropped two! God made man a social animal. It was not our fault. Then why don’t these invigilators understand there’s no harm in taking helps from others, it’s our nature not desire. Knowledge is gained on spreading. I don’t ask answers in the exam for my sake but for the sake of my classmate in his process to gain more knowledge!
First Exam: 1st day, huge shock:
After preparing as much I could, I went to give my first paper only to find out I was allotted the 1st bench and straightaway I knew, I am gonna get f***ed badly this time(I still have no clue for which sin I paid such huge price). But thanks to our beloved and respected Mine Surveying Prof.( yes I know, this is an endangered species and he is one of those rare ones present) and his question paper I could sense that my doom day was not on Monday!
Second Exam: Went to be slaughtered:
The second exam was the nightmare for all mining mates and I was no exception. The Prof.s Hitler-esque behavior in the class was enough for us to ensure we were mere lambs to be sacrificed to his paper. I knew the doom day had arrived. But somehow( I dunno it was the prof. showing proof that he too had a heart ,though filled with anti student thoughts or my good preparation) I think I manage to escape the inevitable one more time.
Third Exam: The Trauma of Maths:
Since entering NIT maths has been a trauma for me. My three semester grades read like a extension to a C++ file! I this time was sure that my good luck had finally ran out but the crash coaching institutes of my friends really worked and ensured this time too I had managed to beat the odds!
Fourth Exam: Good Luck turns Bad:
I knew that I knew nothing about exploration but the Xerox copy of my friend’s note suggested that the syllabus was only 18 pages( how wrong was I because each page was scaled to four pages of the original copy and each page was supposed to be mugged up!) and also Tendulkar’s superlative effort meant I was overwhelmed for few hours and started my syllabus very late night. I tried my best to remember as much as I could but it all blacked out. Sweating each moment out I really missed out my little small scribbles of papers containing knowledge of almost encyclopedic volume which had accompanied me in so many exams earlier(though still I managed to push one small “trick” up my shirt’s sleeve and have a look even sitting at the front!). My one friend even told me that he had left class notes in bathroom. I rushed there only to find some son of a b**ch had already removed it! I knew that finally the day had come and I accepted my fate calmly like a braveheart!
Fifth Exam: A Silver Lining:
As soon as I checked the seating arrangement for OE exam on my mail, I knew I had been given one last chance of redemption. I was allotted on the second last corner bench. I paid my full attention in writing my sweet little tiny encyclopedic information on a 12.7cmx10cm paper whose snap I have included here so that u can see how an engineering student can write the whole syllabus in such a small manuscript!

It helped me adding 14 marks question into my kitty but still I left 10 marksquestions but that wasn’t my fault, it was the fault of the girl whose notes I had Xeroxed. Had she written them, I could have included those information too in my manuscript.
But thank God because the exam has ended. I am over those hellish days and wanna begin fresh. Friends please pray that I never get the 1st bench ever again in my life.

P.S: This was also the 1st time that I had attended exams in jeans! Earlier I would have preferred cargos with 12 pockets so that the manuscripts are indexed chapter wise in each pocket but this time I found that jeans pants are useful when folded at the bottom in the last exam!!!

How To Get Hashim Amla OUT

Disclaimer : This post has been written just after the completion of 2nd test between India and South Africa. India somehow managed to pull off of victory in the match in dying moments and hence saved their no.1 ranking. But in the process the faced a resilient Hashim Amla. This post is dedicated to the South African batsman of Indian origin.
Indian bowlers found dismissing Hashim Amla as tough as we faced yesterday to perform a mass bunk! The bearded guy amassed 490 runs in the series with being dismissed just once. He had scores of 253*, 114 and 123* in the 3 innings he played. Whatever plans the Indian bowlers had for him didn’t work certainly. So I thought of few ways to stop him during my free time (i.e. during a lecture!). Have a look at them:
1. Bowl an excellent delivery to take his wicket(seems easy but ask the Indian bowlers how tough it is!)
2. Put some lice in his long and thick beard so that he would get out scratching around.
3. Position many close-in fielders & ask them to chant “TERRORIST” whenever he is on strike(hope you remember the incident) and hope that he loose his cool and does something rash. And don’t worry about any racist charges on the team because Indian team knows how to deal with such situation thanks to the Aussies.
4. Ask some character like Sreesanth to bowl a good beamer well ahead from his bowling crease
which connects him on his head( as Sreesanth did to Pieterson though he missed his target!!).
5. Ask some tough guy in the team to knock him down while taking run to get him run out(remember the Shoaib-Sachin incident in the Asia Cup 1999 at Eden Garden?).
6. Ask someone like Badrinath(who might not feature in any more series) to bang the ball on his head from the short leg postion(backward short leg would be a better position to aim to back of his head). Though in such case Wriddhiman Saha would be most suitable as he would be able to justify his selection and worth in the team!!

So here were my few ideas(thought during the lecture of 45mins duration) to dismiss Amla. Have you got any?? You can share it in the comments section. Feel free to innovate or get as low as you can because for me victory is far more important than Sportsman Spirit.
What about you???

G.Mats THINK ABOUT THIS

Disclaimer: This is my first post in which I have targeted my friends. It does not involve any humor. Sorry for this. But I have written it from my heart and I too want best for you all. Just consider few questions asked here.
(My blog is inspired from one written by my dear friend, to read his view Click Here.)

This is a question to all those students away from home, what do you expect from your batch mates with whom you are gonna spend some precious years of life???
A little bit of support?
Is that too much to ask?
Which college doesn’t witness mass bunks?? Students in other colleges mass bunk for days, let alone a period. But for few of our batch mates, it’s like committing a sin for which they could get destined to rot in hell forever. For them life since school is getting up early, praying, attending school daily, return back to home ASAP with no connection to the outside world.
After getting to college where every teenager feels a sense of freedom, their already dull life becomes dead. They change their routine though!! Their new routine become like
1. Getting up early to study in a calm n cool and try to boost their already swelling CGs environment when others are sleeping after enjoying their nightlife.
2. Going to classes early so that they can capture the first bench right under the nose of the prof. where they can smell his sweat n feel the spit and chalk dust falling on them for some extra TA marks.
3. Returning back to hostel as soon as the class gets over (if they don’t have to do any more butt kissing of the prof.) without even paying any sort of attention to the “Disturbing Elements” of their batch.
4. As soon as the net is connected, try to get some extra knowledge on Wikipedia and google on the topic taught so that next day they can meet the prof. alone with their new gained knowledge and gain an equivalent status of his son-in-law.
5. Study as much they can and Sleep well before the night life of hostel begins so that they don’t get indulge in any malpractices.
The routine remains same for their 4 yrs. Of B.Tech.

Dudes don’t you think that there are more things in life to do, more adventures to try, more heart thumping moments to experience. Or do you feel satisfying in living a dead life like this?
Have you ever thought that you have already wasted your teenage life like this?
Some give the excuse that we will have fun after we get jobs. For them, don’t you think your 8-to-5 life will transform into 8-to-8 life? When you wanna have fun, either you will found yourself alone or your body will no longer support you in having fun!!!
Dudes these are college days, our happiest days in life, days which we will remember in our entire life, memories of these days will light us in the darkness of our old age, these memories will bring smiles to our faces even during the toughest days of life.
Have you ever thought how many have you collected such memories even how many friends have you made???

Btw, before signing of I want to tell this to a dear batch mate. Dude we were not some Bajrang Dal elements who were asking for mass bunk, we were your batch mates. I know attending one class would give you 1 extra hour to have a look at the sole girl of our batch and you speaking against us might impress her a bit too but do you really think she is the one who will support during your tough times here or us, your friends??

Best of luck to all the G.Mats for your life!!!!

Math+Programming=Disaster i.e. Math Lab

Let me first tell to all those who haven’t heard about such a lab and think that how a lab is possible even in math is that in this lab we are supposed to write C codes(no idea how I even got a ‘C’ in C lab!!!) for numerical methods( I still dunno what are they……….just got through with a ‘P’!!!) in maths!!! Seems like our “dear” insti had better plans to torture us by unleashing the mega monstrous forces of both the topics together as if getting a “chamatkar” mentally individually by them was not enough. And by the way, what the hell are either of mining and civil engineers are suppose with both the topics in their respective fields??.
Somehow we have been escaping this fateful day since the beginning of this semester as no professor was turning up (no no………dont think that they were kind and understanding but because they too have “awesome” relation with computers, leave alone programming!!!). But thanks to our very own “dear” classmate, who dragged their ass over to the lab, our 3 hours of free time each week also came to an abrupt end like all other good things.
It was though relieving that the net was on there as we could check India inching towards an innings defeat. The prof. kept on muttering some alien language(it was something related to math I believe), I was busy on following up with the wagging Indian tail on cricinfo. My brain though kept filtering the meaningful words uttered by him like “question” ,”bisection method” ,”attendance” ,”F grade” etc. but I heard the most important line of him that attendance won’t be given to those who won’t show their working program(what the f***! It’s the only reason that we cross the boundary of classroom with our evil feet). So I tried to figure out what should I do n the answer was easy “take community help”. The help was almost instant as I got a code but sadly it had to be debugged. After investing some precious time of mine, I managed to compile the program successfully. But alas! It would go in an infinite loop. I tried a few more times but the computer was still happier to go into an infinite loop rather than what I needed! I tried searching it on the reservoir of knowledge (the internet) without any luck. I tried to ping some friends on gtalk, the smarter ones won’t reply n ones who replied quickly went offline on learning the type of help I needed! Thankfully my reliable friends(talking about ones present in class and who too had their asses on the line) would arrange a code(which was as believed working on some systems) which too won’t work for me. Finally after many attempts we could get our hands on a working code (which accepted us too!) just minutes before the class ended. We quickly jotted it down along with its output and went up to the prof. proudly to show him our effort. He asked me that if I had done it on my system or copied it, I replied confidently that I can show him working on my system(and hoped inside that he would not give himself enough punishment of going over upto my system to check). He signed on my paper and thank God the period was over!
But the worse may be is yet to come because “ Semester abhi baaki hai mere dost!!!”.