Dizzy

I was there!!!

2011-03-14T11:24:00.000-07:00

“How will we reach Nagpur, watch the match? Where will we stay?”

“Oh! Its no problem at all!

Catch Geetanjali, Reach Nagpur @ 8 am in the morning, take bath in the restroom, do your stuff, reach the stadium by 11, watch the match, catch the 1.35am train, reach NITRkl in time to enjoy the Sunday feast!”

Child’s play, isn’t it??

On reaching the station, we found out that Geetanjali has been delayed by 2hrs. Its ok. No need to panic.

By 9.30, thunder had struck. Geetanjali had been cancelled!!! There was another train at 10.30- the Howrah-Mail but what If it also gets cancelled?

Abhinandan Rout comes up with a priceless idea,” we will borrow bikes and go to Nagpur!!!! ”

“who’ll give us bike to go to Nagpur??

And he comes up with another priceless thought “ we’ll tell that we are going to sector 2!!!”

But we dropped that idea after checking out its feasibility. Going back in case of another train cancellation wasn’t an option because of the insults of friends associated with it. May be stay hidden was better.

Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice and so the howrah mail arrived. Pranav showed his spierman-esqued skills to get on the running train and managed to get the general door open. We somehow adjusted our asses on the steps of the compartment door. Pranav came up with some stories about how people die or lose their legs sitting there. Since I didn’t want to die a virgin, I left the daredevil seat and occupied a safer one. We somehow half slept and half woken managed to pass the night in midst of severe smell of chicken (the live and running ones, not the cooked delicious ones!!)

On reaching Nagpur @ 10.30am, my and Pranav’s eye scanned for hot girls while the same organs of Nandan sir and sunil searched for toilet!!! The battle of search was won by the team of Sunil and Nandan! Their victory meant some priceless moments of us getting spent standing outside the toilet waiting for them to come out of their comfort zone!!

By 11.15am we were out of the station and looking for conveyance to the stadium. We took the first one that we found even without negotiating the fare. And what a thrilling ride it was! The auto hardly ever crossed 20kmph barrier with stopping 2 times on flyovers. With the other vehicles zooming past us we were left to ponder about whether we will miss the 1^st innings!!

But somehow we reached the stadium in time. Most fans were dressed in Indian jerseys. I and pranav also got excited.

Pranav- ”we should get jerseys too”

Me -“sure! I am feeling naked!”

Pranav-“ whats the cost?”

Shopkeeper -“ 900rs!!!”

Me-“ lets get our face painted @ 20rs!!!!”

I and sunil got our face painted with the flag with Pranav deciding to keep his good looks unaltered.

When we were heading towards the entrance, I saw a pretty face that seemed familiar. It was Utkarsha. Manisha (guys both are my school mates) was also there and their college friends (and their very hot friend!). I don’t remember any of their name (and sadly her too!) as they were being introduced I was lost in my thoughts “ oops! My shirt is dirty. My jeans is too low. my cap is dirty. Should I remove my cap?”. I tried to gather myself before utkarsha asked for a pic with the group. And once again my thoughts were “ really, I should remove my cap! Should I give a smile or a serious look while posing?”

Finally we bid adieu with me feeling “that was lame!!!”

Thanks to the VCA’s excellent management, it hardly took time to enter well before time. We watched our idols practice and warm up. The atmosphere became electric once MSD decided to bat. (I am not going to include the match report here.) I had an orgasmic feeling with watching The God’s 99^th international century. I can now tell my grandchildren that I watched the God live!

I was there when Sachin scored a chanceless and classiest century. My heart beat with 40000 other cricket fans. My heart skipped a beat with every spectator with every falling Indian wicket. I was there when team India collapsed. I was there in the noise deafening cheer to each Indian boundary and roof shattering roar of each South African wicket (though I missed the rhythmic hooting of our common room). I also felt sunk with the lost like all other Indian fans. I was there. I was there sharing the roof with hundreds of hot chicks in the stadium!

While returning, we travelled without ticket and the irony is there were only 8 passengers! When you take the ticket, you travel in a crowded compartment and when travelling illegally without ticket you get an empty compartment!!! Our return journey was comfortable and we reached in time to catch the Sunday feast!!

But alas once again I LOST MY CELL PHONE!

The Joker vs Nadal

2010-09-14T02:59:00.000-07:00

Who said that it wasn't a dream final because Fedrer wasn't in it?
Who said that it wouldn't be worth to watch?
Who said that both Nadal and Djokovic suck?
All of them should suck it and keep sucking it (don't feel offended, I am just quoting Maradona's statement at a press conference)!!!
True it wasn't between the two top seeded players of the tournament but it was between the two top ranked players in the world ( Our "dear" Fedrer has slipped to rank 3 now). It was a match between two players who wanted only one thing- The Championship. It was between two humble human beings who were ready to die for each point played!
The first set went to Nadal in a fashion that is expected from a Nadal match. The opponent being nervous and Nadal pounding on each of his nervous heart beats like a predator. It was the similar story of the opponent commiting unforced errors at Nadal's will. The opponent showing frustation at every mistake and Nadal's awe. But even in that set Nadal was broken, a feat acheived only twice in the whole tournament till then.
The second set was played somewhere in heaven. Djokovic was hitting the ball fiercer, running after each ball harder and making Nadal commit unforced errors. Nadal even committed a double fault. Djokovic was covering more ground and Nadal was frustated. Nadal even punched his racket in frustation, a scene hardly associated with the calm, composed and confident Nadal. Winners and aces flew from Djokovic's racket, Nadal was broke and the score was 3-1 in favor of Djokovic. Nadal had committed 11 unforced errors compared to 2 of Djokovic's, a number that Nadal commits in the whole match in an ordinary day.
But Nadal is made of sterner stuff. He took his game to a new level. He hit the ball with more fury, played at the meanest of angles. Djokovic resisted. He answered each ball of fury of Nadal with similar intensity. Nadal's each double handed backhand was returned with his brand of double handed backhands. He forced Nadal out of his comfort zone of the baseline to play at the nets. The players went as deep in the baseline as they could to pound the ball as hard as they could. The ball and racket cried for mercy and the match looked like a Nike commercial. But Nadal prevailed. He dished out winners at will and Djokovic's frustation made him commit errors. Both players showed tremendous court coverage. But till even mother God wanted a break to take a breath Nadal had clawed back in heroic fashion leveling at 4-4 and Djokovic serving at 30 all!
But the break broke Rafa's momentum and the Serbian held his nerve to deservingly take the set 7-5.
The third set was no different from the second. The way Djokovic was hitting the ball, running around, chasing balls, it looked Rafa was playing against his mirror image. But Rafa also notched up his game. Towards the end the Serbian looked getting weary after matching Nadal for so long. Nadal took the set 6-4.
In the last set, as Djokovic got tired, Nadal accelerated and it was Game,Set, Match, Championship, Career Slam for him. The expressions of Djokovic in the last game told the story about Nadal's reservoir of energy.
But Djokovic fought, saved 19 of 25 break points and showed his spirit.
Novak stretched,stretched and overstretched Nadal. Noone else could have done that to Nadal like him.
Nadal might have found his nemesis.
The Dark Knight won the Championship but the Joker was the entertainer!!

Pakistan Cricket = Match Fixing Incidents ???

2010-08-31T06:50:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer: I am sorry if i have hurt any Pakistani supporters feelings.

"Hey dude! Pakistan won the match!!"

"Huh! Probably the match was fixed!!"

This is the most general view of the Indian public. We associate probably all the victories of our "dear" neighbours!! Is it our hatred towards them or their close relationship with the word "Controversy", I am not sure. Well I too belong in the class of such thoughts and always love to see Pakistan loose (except when a loss could mean a world record victory streak of Australia)!!

Recent allegations against them further dents their reputation. A talented bunch of cricketers ,who excite the world with their sheer in-born talent are suddenly overshadowed by the ghost of Match fixing. All the credentials of a Mohammed Amer, Asif, Umar Akmal, Wahab Riaz are forgotten and they are seen as a bunch of guys who sold themselves. The incredible story of Zulqarnain Haider is suddenly forgotten amidst speculations and accusations. A great test series is suddenly forgotten.

Shahid Afridi couldn't have chosen a better time to retire as it saves him a number of uncomfortable press conferences. The new skipper ,Salman But, comes in and finds himself in the centre of all the debacle alongwith Amer and Asif whom ability to swing and seam the red cherry like a banana amazed spectators throughout the summer. The sting operation video ,operated by a British Tabloid, probably had more hits than the supposed money made by the players.

Pakistan's new found ability of getting bundled out 100 almost every time they batted in the test series against England seiously was sowing doubts in minds of the spectators and supportes (not mentioning their butter fingers which supposedly have become their speciality in the field!!). After the video was aired, not only Pakistan but also their opposition's reputation took blow.

Was Stuart Broad really good enough to outscore the entire Pakistan team in both innings?

Was it really Anderson or Pakistani batsmen themselves who made the pitch look like it had demons in it?

Was Pakistan's win over the Aussies really hard won or Australian palyers wanted to make some extra bucks?

Was Randiv's no-ball had some bigger reasons than denying Sehwag a ton?

Such questions will keep coming in cricket lovers mind. Australian cricketers had to come into press to state that they were clean.

The Cricket has taken a severe blow in the time of identity crisis for cricket itself. How can one take interest in watching a match whose result is probably decided and when one feels that he is just watching a recording of the match?

Is BCCI also somehow responsible for this incident because if they had allowed the Pak players to participate in the IPL, they too would have carried fat paycheques back home and probably wouldn't have required to make some extra bucks by falling through such lows?

Pakistan will keep on producing raw talents but such incidents will always be a spot on Pakistani Cricket, a question mark would be there on each individual after every every good or bad show. The ball of magic of new Pakistani quickie will raise doubts whether it was his mesmerising talent or some extra cash paid to the batter to make him look such. The huge six was the poof of the talent of the new mavrick of Pakistan or was it a bookie's gift through the bowler.

Its not only sad for Pakistan but all Cricket lovers.

Shame all the Culprits.

Irony of an NITian(Single I only)!!

2010-07-28T14:16:00.000-07:00

"Son, Where are you studying?"

"I am in NIT"

"Oh! You mean NIIT!!"

This the most common reaction I get when I mention my college name. Come on guys,at least you can show some respect to the "could have been IITians"!! Don't say NIIT, we are at least better than them (though I would avoid any chance of knowledge duel with them!!) and studying in a national level government college.

With a little more effort,concentration and luck we could have avoided the identity crisis by being an IITian! But we also rubbed our asses hard to get in here and get mentally raped and our asses spanked by the professors,their assisgnments and even the authorities each day probably like an an IITian. Being in NIT at a place like Rourkela also doesn't help because most of the people outside Orissa don't seem to have sufficient geographical knowledge about the town. And so probably they end up thinking

"Poor Kid! Couldn't even get admission in a good city!!"

And some even speak their mind out like one of my relative!!

"Hey where have you taken admission?"

"At NIT Rourkela,Uncle"

"Oh! Where's Rourkela?"

"It's in Orissa"

"Why did you take admission there? You could have gone to Delhi. Or even Bhubaneswar NIIT would have been better if anywherein Orissa!!"

"No.No. You don't understand. It's not NIIT, it's NIT. National Institute of Technology, an engineering college!!"

"Oh! Why didn't you try Bangalore then? I heard everyone can get a seat there. You could have too!!"

And the story becomes more ironical when you know that his son is studying at some engg. college in Siliguri!!

Even a person as knowledgable as a CBSE school principal in a town reacted

"Never heard of it!"

when heard of NITR!!

My cousin had once said to me

"Dude! Why didn't you took admission at J*****guri Engg. College. It's the best in India with a campus of 240 Acres!!"

And my reply was

"I ain't qualified enough to get in here and I am happy to study in smaller campus of just around 1000 Acres!!

My friend once snapped

"ITS NOT NIIT, Its NIT. Haven't you heard IIT and NIT in the same breath EVER??"

Come on guys! We know we are not IITians and we also sometimes feel bad for not being one so but still we are one of the best. We are NITians!!! And I am proud to say that. So next time before poking your nose and commenting on ourselves, please update your knowledge a bit and also learn the difference between one 'I' and two 'I's!!!

P.S.: Dear bloggers, blogger.com has been blocked at NITR because according to the intellectuals in the administration, its a DATING & MATRIMONIAL site!!!

When do you realize that you should have got a smaller vacation

2010-05-28T05:31:00.000-07:00

1. Your Mom no longer makes food of your choice.
2. Seeing you idle everytime, your father starts predicting that you don’t study at hostel too and start scolding for that.
3. You start reading Harry Potter books again and follow them with the respective movies and then try to point out the difference between them.
4. You try to download @5kbps though you know it won’t finish till you board back.
5. You open Twitter and wonder what to do now and then check others’ tweets in hope of replying someone.
6. You start pinging your online friends and say that you miss them even when you feel it’s gay-ish.
7. You start watching England vs Bangladesh test match.
8. You start watching India play in ODIs even without Sachin-Sehwag-Yuvraj.
9. The most awaited Bollywood flick turns out to be a disaster and the most awaited Hollywood movie is not being released in your city.
10. You get a week long fever when you are about to book tickets for a trip.
11. (Directed at someone) You start making political blog entries and expect your friend to make a comment.
12. (Once again directed at someone) You visit Kanha National Park nth no. of time to woo a tigress and proposing that you can make the no. of Tigers rise if she agrees.
13. Your blog looks like a CBSE board answer sheet.

Once again India Disappoints in ICC Event

2010-05-12T05:34:00.000-07:00

So once again India has fared poorly at an ICC event (2007 WC, 2009 T20 WC, 2009 CT, and 2010 T20 WC). However this time it wasn’t such a big disappointment for me as I had expected it. The only little hope was due to the expected slow nature of the West Indies pitches but as soon as I saw the pitches at Barbados and Kenningston Oval, the scene had become very clear. Indian squad had only one player that could hook and pull, the skipper himself rests were dancing puppets.
Why the selectors showed hurry to pick the team was a curious case because the squad wasn’t supposed to join any camp and all barely got a 5 days rest after the IPL. But in the process they left the most dangerous Indian Batsman, Robin Uthappa (who had hit almost 2km of sixes in the IPL and had the best strike rate after Kierron Pollard), preferred to choose a spinner (Piyush Chawla) who had gone for most number of sixes rather than the one among the highest wicket takers (Amit Mishra) and an all rounder who was without any match practice (Ravinder Jadeja).
West Indies had shown the world that the Indians don’t like the ball at their chin and it was amusing to see that even after knowing that they once again would targeted, no one had done any preparation for that.
Gambhir , test player of the year, got out to similar length deliveries throughout the tournament and his running between the wicket in the match against Sri Lanka prompted Ravi Shastri to say “worse than gully cricketers”!!
It was always going to be difficult for India without Sehwag to get a flying start because though how good form Murali Vijay was in IPL, he neither possess the instincts, attitude or caliber of Sehwag. Yes he had scored a terrific 127 off 56 in IPL but there he had benign pitch and at least 3 sub standard bowlers to prey upon. Here he had to face quality bowlers bowling in tandem.
The inform Raina looked dangerous in St. Lucia but was soon found out at Barbados. Yuvraj looked more interested in sporting new goatee than cricket. Once touted as the best fielder India had, he made too many misfields. Dhoni never seemed as pumped up as he was playing for Super Kings (remember the game against Kings XI when he almost caused cricket to be censored!!). The generally tidy spin of Jadeja was easily hit for maximums and he spilled more catches than anyone else. Pathan as expected was never as dangerous as in IPL. Bhajji was economic but failed to take wickets, Zaheer was off colour too.
Mind you all batsmen struggle against good quality short pitched bowling not only the subcontinent batsmen but the problem is that we don’t have the ability to give them their own medicine. Even after over 50 years of cricket we still haven’t been able to unearth a genuine quickie who can bowl consistently at 150 kmph mark. So its our batsmen only who find them at the receiving end. What Nehra and Praveen did to the minnows Afgani batsmen, came back to haunt our own batsmen! But then there was Pieterson showing that it wasn’t any difficult to handle short pitched stuff even on Barbados against Steyn and Co. which was for me the innings of the tournament alongwith Cameroon White’s 85 against the Lankans.
The fielding of the Indians was below standard too with catches being dropped on regular basis and easy runs being provided in the field whereas England and Australia held on to even half chances and fielded and attacked the bowled like tigers.
India actually never played the fearless brand of cricket that won them the inaugural T20 WC. The Proteas also paid price for the same mistake. The teams faring best in this tournament are the teams who have played fearlessly i.e. England and Australia. Kieswetter and Lumb have added freshness in the English team and this time they are the best considering the Powerplay scores are concerned. Kevin Pieterson has looked the old fearless, dominant, arrogant KP.
Aussies have the best new ball pair in both batting and bowling. Both Nannes and Tait can hit the 150kmph mark consistently and trouble anyone with their pace (infact Johnson, Harris also cross the 145 mark regularly!) and bounce and the pair of Warner and Watson are the most destructive pair to say the least. The Aussies have always found a rescuer when the chips were down like Mr. Cricket Mike Hussey, Cameroon White and even the kid Steven Smith.
So most likely its gonna be or should be an England vs Australia final. Australia have the edge in bowling department while probably Swann gonna hold the key against them. Australia will be wary against the new daddy Pieterson and Morgan. Whatever be the final result I would say that I have enjoyed the English team play this time.
BTW, it looks like for India to win the ICC T20 WC again, they have to organize it in subcontinent or get it approved from ICC that they can play four foreign players in the team!

P.S. Vishwanath Anand once again made India Proud by winning the World Chess Championship on the same day the Indian Cricket Team was knocked out.

Home! (Sweet) Home!

2010-05-03T05:31:00.000-07:00

Sitting in my home, feeling sleepy because I missed 6 hours of precious sleep as waken up earlier by mom (@10.30 am instead of 4.30pm in the hostel!!), I started writing this blog after mom hijacked the TV to watch some helpless, crying women on TV whom she considers to be her family (well I can’t blame her as I consider the likes of Dean, Michael,Barney, Ted, Robin etc. as my family!). BTW, my face is covered in some experimental face pack shown on AASTHA channel, I suppose. It contains potatoes, cucumber, papaya and other weird smelling wild stuffs. Tomorrow my hair will join my face being the subject of experiment!!! The food is great though and Papa had brought chocolate, chocolate pastries and soft drinks for me. Still haven’t gone out of my home in nearly 48 hours because most of my friends here will join me in June onwards so it’s getting a bit boring as most of my time is being spent watching cricket or seeing the Katrinas and Deepikas shaking their booties on music channels (because the movies they show on the movie channels have already been downloaded and seen in the hostel!). Still loving my mom’s care and food and the luxury of ordering anything I want and getting it without moving my ass.
The freedom of hostel is gone though with the rules & regulations of home have been imposed. I had to convince so much to watch the late night world cup and Fool’s Gold. But the thing I miss the most is the free net, free downloading, tweeting, facebook-ing and chatting.

Moving back to 1st May

I once again missed my Alleppy Express by oversleeping (why do they schedule trains at 0530 Hrs??) so I boarded Tapaswini 3 hrs later to reach Ranchi in time. Nikhil had got the ticket, when I checked I found I was reserved as
BITANSHU DAS Female 20 C1/62
I don’t know whether it was an unconscious mistake or my Nikhil had become despo enough to travel with a girl!! Well I was thinking of buying a pair of orange!!
Next hour was passed checking and rating girls at the station with Ashesh. I was already missing Twitter. There were so many things to tweet about like “Checking that girl in white Lee Tee-best I have ever seen if we remove her teeth!!”, ”some guys are dinking coke mixed with water!! And faking it as beer!!lol!!”, “Oh! Look at those foreign chicks, the last one’s HOOOTTTTTT!!”, “Oh! F***! I am F20!!”, “There’s a books called 20years and still virgin. I want to buy it but cant read it at home!! ?”
But the reservation mistake soon was found to a wonderful one as the highest rated girl(she was rated 8.3 by me and 5.6 to 6.8 by Ashesh) had the seat no. C1/63!!
So here’s the tip guys: next time reserve yourself as Female in a train!!
The TT didn’t make an issue out of the reservation and all my efforts in thinking excuses were wasted. However there wasn’t a dull moment in the journey with the lappy, high ratio of fairer sex ratio and the storm around.

P.S. Sorry friends for such a horrible post!! It was written just for making an entry though every incident mentioned is true! Shit! I have already started missing hostel life!

Maths Woes

2010-04-13T15:36:00.000-07:00

I tried so hard (to study maths)
And Got so far (flipped the whole syllabus)
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter (abe yaar abhi kuch nai samjha, lagne wali hai)

With the Big, red Thick book of monsters (Engg. Students don’t require more hint to name the book) on my bed I am still trying to figure out what are the chapters in the course. It’s already two days since I asked Ashesh what’s the syllabus and his “thodi der” is still not over (According to someone, it’s the antaheen apekha!!). Sabya stated “the syllabus is from chapter 10 to 15”. My heart said “Manti just 5 chapters!! You can do it!”. But my unused brain soon figured out 5 chapters means around 375 pages!!! Even my never-say-die attitude remained unborn to at least start the course!
After convincing me that someday I have to begin and it’s the last time I will be studying maths I opened the book. The first topic stated “Fourier Series, Integrals, and Transforms”. The chapter sounded familiar as I had already read it in the 1st Sem (only because it was in the course and not because I am some geek who completes course of 3rd sem in the 1st one itself) but the familiarity ended there only. I could recall as much Sanjay Singhaniya(btw, he was using cheats) could in Ghajini about the chapter. Frustrated, I decided to move on.
The next chapter was “Partial Differential Equations”. I could recall some concepts which I had read some part during mid sem test. So I decided to move forward to the untouched part of the topic where I could see the words “Fourier series”,” Fourier Integrals”,” Double Fourier Series”(as if people were not satisfied to see the students suffer with Fourier series only, they formed even Double one!!!),”Laplacian something”, “Fourier-Bessel”(not again Fourier!!). I straightaway knew “Bahut buri lagne wali hai!! Kisi se samajhna padega!!”. The sight of Complex Chapter was smoothening in the next chapter and my heart elated with joy which soon was deflated by Conformal Mapping and etc.
Mr. Cauchy was waiting with his theorem and formulae in the next topic of Complex Integration which looked at least manageable (thanks to some excellent crash course teaching by Kushagra during mid sem). Theinitial names of the next two chapters looked cute (like Taylor, Laurent etc.) but their surnames were “Series” i.e. the sign of a skull with two crossed bones for me!! So I didn’t even dare to open the chapters as I knew all things there would be having everything alien about them (thanks to the numerous proxies in the maths classes).
I now slowly closed the book shut my eyes and said ”Bhad me jaye, kal dekh lenge!!” and started watching new episode of HIMYM.

I was so wrong about you NITRkl, I love you!!!

2010-04-04T06:28:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer: I am writing this post after I have found a new love for my insti's campus and maintainence after my recent visit to NIT Jamshedpur.

Smell of cow dung was in the air, the trees were dry and without leaves, the mess was a really messy and smelly!! This was my first impression of NIT Jamshedpur where we arrived at 4 am in the morning.
We were put up in the common room of Hostel C above the mess. There was a cooler provided which when turned on produced this foul smell like I was in a zoo by the bull pits. A CRT television (can you believe, a CRT television in Common Room!!! Gosh!! We have LCDs in ours!!) was also there but can you imagine there was no water cooler even in the mess!! While exploring, I came in the vicinity of a closed door. The odor coming from inside almost did serious disturb to my olfactory system. Yeah, you guessed it right. It was the bathroom (I wondered how anyone can bath in that room!!) provided to us.

Skipping to the next day (I am not going to include our sleeping details!!!)

The morning breakfast was better than us and by morning the mess was less messy and smelly! There was also a powercut in the morning which lasted almost 7 hrs!! My friend wanted to recharge his cell phone. So we set out in the day to recharge his cell, see the campus a bit & visit the LH. They don’t have ‘Hex’ or ‘amul cool’ to recharge!! We had to go outside the campus hiring an auto just to recharge! The market was what you call, AWWEEEFFFFUUUUULLLLLLL!!!! Hell, why do we curse sector 2?? The campus area looked like an extended version of our “Backpost”!! We couldn’t find any canteen(no night canteen too!!)!!! Can you imagine that, and we curse “Rangcol” and “Calorie”! The huge barren area around the campus resembled a prison in a desert! The trees were dry and leafless and many abandoned houses gave a spooky feeling even during daytime. After lot of walking we found the LH. Most of the windows were closed. One was in the process of closing which was catalyzed by seeing looking at her (she seemed cute though?) . The other two, who braved the heat to keep their windows open, still looked better than NITRkl’s standard! The main academic building looked like a typical government office. The only Air Conditioned place is library like us where we don’t go.
Guys read the next line very carefully. The important “commodities” shop was around 4kms from the institute!!! May be that’s why the authorities have allowed students to keep their own bikes. Cattles were omnipresent in the campus but the good thing was that so were the thelewalas and khomchewalas.

Our stay was a two day and two night affair and we didn’t get any non-veg item (how can they eat and survive!!), though the quality of pulses and rice was certainly better and our 16 member squad had done 175 shots of nimboo pani during the period(i used 'shots' because it sounds cooler) !!!
BTW, their hostility was lot better and their authorities were very good compared to ours.

One interesting incident:
I went into the boarders’ bathroom to take bath. The guy who entered in the next shower cubicle was singing loud and all the time. I wondered whether it was because his door had no lock. When I finished my shower, I tried to find out the reason. And the reason was:His cubicle door was half broken with the lower half missing!!!

P.S. We were knocked out of the EZINCT after loosing both the matches comprehensively. We cut short our stay and returned back without seeing the city after we were informed that there would be no electricity for the whole night!!

My 1st “legal” day at NITRkl swimming pool

2010-03-30T13:26:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer : It is not a swimming coaching manual, so please don’t try this!!! And I am not posting any picture of me in my swimming costume, because I haven’t receive the payment yet from “Sports Illustration” to do so!!

Guys and whatsoever one or two girls reading this, first of all be very clear that I still don’t know swimming even after spending my whole life at around 700m from the bank of Ganges and studying in a school having a swimming pool!! The basic reason behind this is I am Very LAZY and hygienic (haha!! just to give a good reason)!!! BTW, I didn’t want to check my immune system by swimming in the “Holy” Ganges and talking about the school pool, we were allowed to use it once a year during “The Pool Side Party” (well I think there were swimming classes in the evening but who cares what happens there after school!). For the Non- Michaelites ,The Pool Side Party isn’t as cool as it sounds. Girls used to play in the pool in the 1st half with all the boys abandoned and when the time for boys would come, they would eat their snacks sitting besides the pool watching us taking dive in the pool!!!
I always had the desire to learn swimming ever since Amisha Patel had to save Hrithik in KNPH!!!
So when I heard that pool would be starting at out college, I was determined abhi nai to kabhi nai!! I even tried to jumpstart the process even before the pool had opened and avoided a DISCO by 4 hrs!!
I wanted to dive in the pool In the very 1st slot on the inauguration day but couldn’t thanks to registration process of Insti and dress code in pool. Then the time came when I had the swimming costume but the pool closed for repair!!
Finally on 31st march 2010 in the slot 4.45 to 5.30pm , I had my first ‘legal’ jump in the pool and felt all the waters rushing in through nose, ears , eyes and whatever places in that very jump!! I tried to learn from some guys who claimed to know swimming but couldn’t pick up anything for first few minutes. Slowly I made my first ‘float’ after a lot of unsuccessful attempts. Then Mozzie taught me basic body position while floating which surely helped. I was now able to float successfully to some distance. Sunil told me to rotate arms as if bowling to travel in water and how to use my legs to keep my body up and also travel ahead. I kept on practicing those few tricks umpteenth times. The intake of water through nose and ears too couldn’t deter me. Finally till the end of session I could travel around 10 to 15 m.
It was quite tiring with my legs straining but still quite enjoyable 1st experience.
But wait “Amisha” don’t jump yet, I have still a lot lot to learn to save you!!

Be a Vampire – Questionnaire Form

2010-03-25T13:28:00.000-07:00

Q1. Why do you want to be a vampire when there are other respectable living creatures too?
Q2. When you become a vampire, what steps will you take to expand your family?
Q3. What will you do if you have a crush on a human?
Q4. What is your present routine? And how will you shift into the routine of a vampire?
Q5. How much happening is your night life?
Q6. On a cold night which of the following hot drink will you like to take:
a)hot coffee b) hot chocolate c) human blood d)hot tea
Q7. What will you prefer
a) Sleep on bed in a comfortable house
b) Or sleeping hanging upside in bat form
Q8. Why tournaments such as IPL are more suited for us (both playing and watching)? And also mention the bonus.
Q9. You may have to study in the same class again and again to hide your age. How will you cope with it??
Q10. Which part of the world would you prefer to hang out as vampire (remember you can’t roam in sun)???
Q11. Who will be your fashion icon as a vampire?
Q12. Which bank would you like to rob
a) Swiss Bank b) Deutsche Bank c)Bank of New York d)Webster Bank
Q13. What’s best cosmetic for your wrinkling and ageing skin?
Q14. Suppose you are on a road trip. Which place will you choose to spend your daytime?
a)hotels b)motels c)bars d)discos
Q15. Which disease is most dangerous for you?

Terms & Conditions:
1. Answer of these questions will prove how much you like a vampire and how much have you thought to be a vampire.
2. The answers shall be evaluated by the judges. No further queries shall be entertained.
3. Some questions may be trick questions. Answer carefully
4. Participants shall not be below 18.
5. Once transformed, you cannot return back in normal human form.
6. We are not responsible for your deeds and whatever happens to you.
7. Don’t forget to attach your vampire photo with the form otherwise your form will be rejected. If you don’t have such photo you can send a photo in which your canine teeth are clearly visible.

P.S: This form was designed after some guys demanded that they too wanted to be a vampire like me and wanted to know the criteria, terms & conditions. U can send the completed form to bitanshubitsnbytes62@gmail.com.

The Journey of NITR Roadies

2010-03-21T02:46:00.000-07:00

Well 1st of all let me clarify that I am not a very big fan of Roadies. I started watching it because of Bani only. Then came Ankita, Shambavi, Anmol, Tamanna, Roop, Bobby,and Natasha to keep me engaged to Roadies 5.0 and 6.0.
I wasn’t actually interested in participating in the event NITR Roadies by shelling out 200 bucks for registration but still the name of the judges meant I had a good chance and when the form was given at my room by some junior, I decided to take part. The form was quite interesting ,I filled it within 15 mins and submitted to one of the judge. Being closer to the “Raghu” and “Ranvijay” meant I didn’t have to go through the interview process and was directly selected in the main round. If my maths and memory is not weak then I think there were total 14 selected for the event and alas only 4 were girls and none were gorgeous!!
Teams were divided and the 1st task was to catch a cock (the bird of course you perverts!!!). I was more intended to save my Lee T-Shirt and JP jeans so I did not take too much trouble and let others do the catching stuff. Second task is not worth mentioning.
Next day began with one of the participant pulling out and another not turning up. Egg catching and dropping into basket task was easy and our group won. There was a money collecting task and ask the participants those who collected (borrowed) large sum are still regretting!! Our group was the winner in this task too thanks to Rambo and so we had a double vote out. Let’s not go into details of the vote outs and all and jump straight to the watermelon task. It was the most difficult task for me as watermelon was and still is YUCK for me!! We had to eat the watermelon without using our limbs and I somehow managed to eat and still not vomit there. But there was the next task waiting. It was to drink “ajwain pani”, which smelled bad and tasted worse, as much as we can in 5 mins and also run!!! My tummy already full with watermelons decided to quit taking any more water after 3 glasses and I threw up like never before. I never threw up so much even after 3 bottles of beer!! I still tried to take more and kept throwing up, total 5 legitimate rounds were counted and somehow we managed to tie with the opposition(there’s always a somehow!!!) and thank God the guys performing the task were made immune. Girls were asked to eat very ripe bananas but our team lost the task. There was another task that day but I was not performing in that so I skipped it here (this is my blog, I will write about myself only, those who have complains, they are free to write their own blog!!!). The day ended with 9 participants left.
The last day of NITR Roadies began with a combo task of cycling and basketball in which you were supposed to basket sitting on a cycle in motion. Once again we were in the victorious group courtesy to some poor skills of the other team and “stand out” performance of Rambo( nick name of a participant). Poster collecting task depended more on the knowledge of NIT rather than anything else and it was a free way to remove the NITRUTSAV posters by the organizers!! Is it necessary to mention that my group WON again?? There was a tug of war (need to mention the winners??) in which two participants suffered minor injuries(however their expressions suggested something else!!) We lost our 1st and only task when my mouth proved too small to eat a Mowa hanging above my head!!
After it came the most embarrassing task. We were made to do sit ups on the centre stage of esplanade thanks to “incredible” mathematics of girls (it also shows the fact why so many girls cry after board maths paper!!). I did a total of 118 sit ups including 58 in 1 min!! A guy, voted out earlier, shot the whole push up thing and said “Dudes! This one’s going to Youtube!!!”).
I replied sheepishly” Blur my face and please don’t write the caption- Punishment for eve teasing!!!” .Wait friends! Don’t go and check out Youtube to check whether its been uploaded or not!! Pleassseeee. Izzat ka sawal hai!!
Moving over, the next task was bit physical. We were supposed to sit in a chair position(though it looked more of a position we sit everyday morning !!!) balancing cups on our legs, head and stretched out hands. 3 of the contestants clocked 7 mins, so the tie breaker was implied in which cups were filled with water. Needless to say I won (thank god the tiebreaker lasted only 20 secs)!!! And the 1st year girl in my group won the dart competition between the two girls(effect of my group!!), I was given the opportunity to choose my finalist between the girl and another boy. Those who know me will know whom I chose!! But to carry her into finals I had to sprint around 50 yards and untie her in 35 secs. The final was about collecting signatures from the NITRUTSAV secretaries, conveyors and coordinators. It was completed easily with the support of my friends and I had become the NITR Roadie(though there were no crowds and not much cheer but a lot of GPLs and demand of Treat!!!!).

Oh!! Thank you for your applause. I am flattered!!!

I wanna be a Vampire!!!

2010-03-08T10:30:00.000-08:00

Dudes I am tired of this normal human life. Supernatural and Stephenie Mayor’s masterpiece along with series such as “True Blood”, ”Vampire Diaries”, “V” has made me to think how cool it would have been to be a Vampire. Really I wanna be an Edward Cullen now with abilities like super strength, super speed, super hearing power etc etc. Think guys, life would be so cool with them. First of all, you could go and look into mirror without signs of ageing!!100s yrs of age and still you look like a teenager! Cool ha?
I see that even my lifestyle suits perfectly for being a vampire. Sleeping in day and doing all other stuffs at night! So being vampire means a jhakaas nightlife. No worries of earning to eat. Any financial problems, then simply switch back to your old trusted vampire ways!
The new girl looks damn hot, wanna make her your girlfriend?? Cut the crap of impressing, proposing etc. ,just get hold of her and suck few drops of blood, she is in your family now!! No waste of time! Or you want a short term relation? Then simply use your hypnotizing power!
Imagine you are far away from a bathroom and there’s the unwanted emergency call. A normal human being would have no option but either to run towards a lonely place or shag in pants in the process doing so! But being a vampire, u don’t need to worry. Use your super speed to reach to the bathroom in time! Forgot something important at your home? Super speed is always there to help you. Be it some practical copy or your ID card, anything is just a few mins away! NIT students, no need to hide notes in bathroom during exam when you have access to your room in the same time!
Talking about exams, what better way is to hypnotize the invigilator and write an open book exam or make a conference call during it! May be there’s a super vision too to let you peek into the topper’s copy.
Top priority for guys: wanna know what girls talk about?? When will your super hearing ability come in use. Every girlie chit chat now seems to be taking place next to you!
Feeling week n your powers too seems weak? No need to worry or shell out hefty doc’s check up fees. Just have some blood to drink, it rejuvenates instantly and you are back in business.
Found your Bella Swan?? Take a leaf out of Edward’s book. Show her your reddish brown eyes, glittering body and the next moment she would want to become a vampire too!
And what should I write about super strength: it’s every guys’ dream. Taking pangas and dealing with it with your fists: pure Sunny Deol style!
Anyone reading this having same thoughts then let me know. We together can begin our quest to become one with fangs. I am even planning to have a visit to Transylvania!!!
Any vampire reading this is requested to contact me so that we can discuss our terms and conditions and let me be a part of his family.
BTW, it seems i make quite a cute vampire!!!!!

Binga!!!!

2010-03-03T10:37:00.001-08:00

Scene 1 : The clock’s showing around 2.10pm in the afternoon in the Port of Spain. All the Australians look tired. Lara is well settled in 70s and seems to produce another masterclass while chasing 407. The pitch is as benign as it can be; ball hardly seems to be bouncing. Suddenly the red cherry is handed over to an enthusiastic blonde. Everything seemed to change. The blonde hustling in from round the wicket aims at Lara’s body and suddenly pitch becomes responsive to the energy of the bowler. Lara is made to jump, sway, duck to everything hurled at him for the next 20 mins. He is reduced to being a puppet owned by his master, the blonde quickie. The same thing continues till tea and even after that. Lara’s confidence takes a major blow and he finally gets out to a harmless Stuart McGill. The spell on either side of the Tea interval handed the match to Australia.
Scene 2 : India is touring Australia in December. It’s Boxing Day Test, Melbourne full house. Australia have unearthed a new fast bowler who is touted to be the next fastest to ‘Thommo’. The young blonde, looking like a Hollywood star, comes as first change. Everyone have their one eye fixed on the new kid on the block and the other one on the speedometer. He steams in and bowls the first ball. People murmur “Gosh! He is quick!”. Indians, never known for their ability against fast bowling, finds him too hot to handle. The kid finishes the innings with 5/47. A star was born.
Scene 3: It’s a hot June afternoon in Antigua. West Indies are cruising along at 310/4 with Chanderpaul looking solid as rock. The blonde is in action again. He gleefully accepts the unrewarding, dead old ball given to him by his captain and he turns it into a boomerang. The next 6 overs bowled by him is one of the finest spell of reverse swing ever bowled. He turns the match single handedly in those 6 overs by taking 5 wickets-2 LBWs, 2 Bowled and 1 Caught Behind.

These are the scenes that give me Goosebumps and because of them only cricket is my favorite game.

Yes. I am talking about Brett Lee here. The best fast bowler ( and I mean fast bowler not some guy bowling in 130s) of this decade. The guy who retired from Test Cricket and nobody cared because the whole world was going gaga over Sachin Tendulkar’s 200. Such is a luck of a fast bowler! You always give 110% of your effort, bowl in excruciating pain, bowl your hearts and lungs out on dead and docile pitches, everytime charge in to bowl so that the spectators get excitement and when the day comes that you tell the world that you can no longer keep on doing that because you have already torn off your body in doing so, you see everyone flocking towards a guy, holding a bat murdering your kind, who has already got enough adulation of a seven lifetimes!!
FAST BOWLERS are mad!!
Such has been Lee’s luck! He always bowled his heart out but in return the praises would be showered on a charismatic and talismanic Shane Warne or pin point accurate Glenn McGrath or even the black bagman Jason Gillespie and Mitchell Johnson. On being the quickest, the limelight was hogged by an errant Shoaib Akhtar and now Shaun Tait, a mere 4 to 10 over bowler!! Dale Steyn is now termed as the best fast bowler but the cricket pundits forget that he rarely goes past 148 and Bond hardly plays! On even his last day in test cricket, he limped off the field not carried on shoulders around the park. And when he decided to walk into sunset, Tendulkar was there to snatch even that moment from him.
Tough Luck Buddy!

He was a guy who would on any given day any given time bowl 150+ even if the pitch was dead, the body refusing to go along with the mind, the grounds were empty or the result was merely a formality. He drew girls to stadium by looks and guys there to feel the rush of adrenaline. He had looks to be the next Shane Warne and he plays guitar too, but he remained pure Brett Lee, a gentleman.
Not to forget his tireless and safe fielding alongwith his handy batting which almost managed to win the 2005 Ashes 2-1! Who can forget the sympathetic pat on Lee’s shoulder by the big, burly Freddie, another moment when he ended on the wrong side of fame!
The brand Brett Lee doesn’t just end on the Cricket ground. He plays guitar and probably is the best musician who has played test cricket ever. He has a band named “Six and Out”. He has even sung in tune with the legendary Asha Bhonsle and that too in Hindi! He has acted in bollywood too, though taking name of the film here would be an insult to Lee himself!! He even has his own fashion line BL!

I will always miss The Blonde in pure white test clothes steaming in towards the batsman with an adrenaline rush and hurling thunderbolts one after another. Test cricket and its spectators will always miss the sight!

But the silver lining is
He will keep playing in the limited over formats and we will see him in IPL too. Hope he bags the purple cap this time and no one else takes away the limelight this time.

P.S. I am really sorry to bring this post so late.
inspired from the article: "Hail Binga, you singing,swinging, fast bowling thing" from cricinfo. To read it, click here.

The Coal Capital City

2010-02-28T10:59:00.000-08:00

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

2010-02-26T11:31:00.000-08:00

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

2010-02-18T05:17:00.000-08:00

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

2010-02-17T05:23:00.000-08:00

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

2010-02-09T06:04:00.000-08:00

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!!!”.

I HATE FEDERER

2010-01-31T04:43:00.000-08:00

This post has been written just after the victory of Roger federer against Andy Murray in the Australian Open Final 2010.
God! Another federer victory at the championship finals. I am really fed up. Now you will be thinking why I hate federer. Well he is probably the greatest tennis player of the Open era, records glorying his feet. And yeah he has got most no. of grand slams (16 to be precise), has most no. of Wimbledon and most no. of consecutive US open, most no. of days at the top of the ranking and etc. etc.
But his perfection makes me dislike him( I might be jealous). He looks like a well oiled infallible machine, churning out heavy ground strokes and delightful one handed back hand shots at a boring repetition. There’s nothing fancy in his approach and personality but dull perfection brought by hard labor and some in born talent. Time after time he will produce an ace or a winner or make the opponent to commit an unforced error by his unforced error. After earning each point there would be a slight glance to his opponent saying “yeah! I am perfect!”. He seems to play each match as if he is destined to win.
Whom do you support when Australia plays England in cricket? I know England because you are tired watching the aussies win. Similarly I am tired of seeing federer win. I wanna see players rated underdogs overcoming odds and scripting fairytale victories. I wanna see guys commiting errors and then producing some miraculous shots to win. I want players showing emotions, pumping fists like a John McEnroe and Rafael Nadal or showing outburst like a Marat Safin. I wanna see colorful characters like Wilfred Tsonga, Patrick Rafter and Andre Agassi not someone like federer. I wanna see a Spaniard bull like approach running for each ball as his life depends on it wearing sleeveless Tees showing bulging muscles.
I had my hopes rested firmly on Nadal. Nadal is federer’s nemesis.
The following is a breakdown of their head-to-head results:
• All Matches: Nadal 13-7
• All Finals: Nadal 11–5
• Grand Slams: Nadal 6–2
• Grand Slam Finals: Nadal 5–2
• Masters Cup: Federer 2–0
• Masters Series: Nadal 6–3
• Masters Series Finals: Nadal 5–3
Nadal broke his 5 consecutive wimbledon’s dream, winning French open’s dream for a long time. He in fact humiliated him in the French open. But when everything seemed fine and federer was frustrated and almost on verge of retiring, Nadal got injured and to my horror federer came back.
I don’t consider federer is great till he conquers his nemesis Nadal as Bjorn Borg did to McEnroe, Sampras did to Agassi. When federer will conquer Nadal, then only I will say
“HAIL federer!!!”
Till then
“ I HATE federer”

n btw, i forgot to mention the best thing to watch in Federer's match----- Mirka Federer

The “lonely” train journey in a general compartment

2010-01-27T10:23:00.000-08:00

The above title might give you the idea that it might be one from ISS but believe me it’s far far away from anything like that (and that’s my regret!).The 26th Jan’s holiday meant that we could have a four day vacation by bunking a single day. So I planned to visit Kolkata and enjoy its natural “resources” (Rourkela is certainly deprived of it). One of my friends promised to accompany me but just few mins before he backed off. But I being a very “determined” person decided to continue with my journey.
Getting reservation was out of question so I boarded in the general class (the best thing about general class is that you save a lot of money but still can charge your parents saying that you boarded the sleeper class) which was far more crowded than I had expected. There was hardly any space to keep your feet. Noticing a Bengali crowd sitting, I tried my way in by talking in my native language. A “kind” guy provided some space for my butts between his legs and I sat down without thinking about his sexual orientation (and thank God, he was straight).
There was a band there too going to play in IITKGP spring fest. I also met an IITKGP student in the same compartment (can you believe that the guy had come to NITRkl for the ceramic engg. seminar!!). In the meantime a drunken man was entertaining everyone around with his philosophies but finding it quite similar to lectures of our dear professors, I quietly took out a novel to read. Seeing this a young guy sitting right opposite started reading a book. I later figured out that it was a biology book after I saw some “familiar” diagrams (how lame is that to read a bio book first of all and the magnitude of lameness increases when you do so in a journey). The journey continued. Each stoppage meant a little more comfort and space for my butts. But the Tata junction had someone “special” to offer. He seemed a normal guy with a Chinese handset but the handset was some sort of torture weapon. It contained bhakti songs, folk songs and songs which I had never heard before played at full volume. My each grey cell seemed to burst under the intense pressure exerted by the speakers of the devilish device (though the incident increased my faith on the battery backup and speaker power of Chinese handsets!!).
The passenger count decreased remarkably at Kharagpur and I too finished my novel amidst all the mental torture. I now decided to watch videos on my mobile (all those perverts, stop thinking dirty, they were just video songs). But soon I found a dozen of eyeballs leaning over my shoulders to get a glimpse as if I were a girl with a deep neckline top!! So I shifted to audio songs. Nothing interesting happened further and I reached Howrah safely with the 45000 bucks package I was carrying.
I was tired and sleep deprived but as soon as I got down, my eyeballs started scanning everywhere to load my memory with beautiful “items” ,saving them for later uses. I knew all the tiredness of the journey from the “resources” deprived city of Rourkela to The City of Joy(i now can feel what "joy" means) was worth it!

Trying to be a Blogger

2010-01-18T13:25:00.001-08:00

Ummm……..Hi!!!!
I, Bitanshu Das known mostly as “Bitsy” at NITRkl, “Bits/Bittu” etc.(the etc.here includes some embarrassing ones that I don’t wanna mention here) among my school mates, “Monty” in my colony and “Manti” among my relatives, am following footsteps of few of my friends, some bollywood stars and few other famous(with lots of free time like me) and writing my own BLOG!!!! Phewwww!!!
I was thinking of achieving this feat from sometime but was lazy and wordless enough to prevent me from doing so. But sleeping disorder since last few days have given me an opportunity to create my blog (actually I am trying to get bored to sleep now!!!).
I have that blogs can be addictive, so I decided to give a try to this addiction too (but still I think it cant beat Vodka sitting comfortably at the top). Till now you must have already noticed that I have no topic to write on and I am just trying to give you some headache so that you too end up with sleeping disorder like me!! Let me tell you from very first blog itself that my blogs wont contain any serious topics, it will just be about some nonsense (like me). So if you are planning to follow my blogs to get help in your HS assignments, please stop reading immediately. Neither I am planning to compare between MBA and Mining Engg. (I hope my dear friend doesn’t take offence!!) because what basically I know that study SUCKS and so will both and money might(I m not sure enough to write “will”) not be a problem later in both the lines(but still management graduates are destined to get hotter chicks!!!).Any guy reading this blog who liked it are requested to leave a comment(pleeeaaaaasssssssseeeeeeeee) and curses are also a welcome in case you don’t like it!! But if the reader is a hot gal, you are requested to leave your number (I hope I am not sounding like a despo!!!)!!!!
Whoaaa I have written some nonsense without a topic and FYI it contains 391 words, more than in any of the essay I have ever written in those boring English classes or terrifying tests! I think I don’t have any more capacity to bore you for time being.
So I guess it’s a good bye now.
Thanks(for wasting your time).