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This is a poem (or fun with words with some rhyming) dedicated to my friends. The title is "Bastards" because even after knowing that I can't live without them, the jerk heads are leaving in a month time.

I feel no shame to admit that this poem of mine is inspired by Phoebe's song in Friends,

"Monika Monika have a happy Honika..."

Have a look...

The more you say, the lesser it is, about this walking-talking English book,

Sweet innocence of yours is your strength, Mitesh my friend, The Rook…

A touch of his, a thought of his, can solve any problem which lingers,

Keep your bizarre laugh intact, Akhilesh my friend with golden fingers…

Seconds it takes, the artistic mind of yours, to make everything luminous,

Never ever lose the gift of creativity, Anshul my friend, The Evil Genius…

Be it football, mind-boggling puzzles or be the world of words, his glory never fades,

Have a happy life ahead, Amal my friend, The Master of All Trades…

He manages it all; rarely does he fall, with his cool and composed mind,

Happy combing with your weird hair, Anshul my friend, mastermind one of a kind…

Dassi we call, the real savior of all, mind as sharp as a dart,

You prosper always, is all I wish, Vaibhav my friend with the golden heart…

He holds his own, chooses his path and does it what he believe,

You stay the way you are, is all I want, Ashish my friend, our group’s reeve…

He does it all precise, fast or slow; leaving his friends is not on his list,

My buddy, my roomy, my companion; Atif, my friend, you the man, the perfectionist….

Music is his love, Guitar his passion and his real strength is his quality of compassion,

You live your life like a beautiful song I pray, Mayuresh, my friend, the musician…

Behind the medals, the pointers; there is a passionate but emotional guy as you open the lid,

If you down your energy, I promise I’ll kill you, Sitanshu, my friend our whiz kid….

He is kind, he is funny, he is dark and handsome, and fewer are there who are taller,

But top of it, the purest heart in this world, Vikas, my friend makes you the most eligible bachelor….

P.S.: Dogs, bas public mein tareef ki h zyada khush mat hona, tum kisi kaam ke nhi ho...:P

LDR

This is something which would only interest electronics people. After reconsideration, may be it won’t attract everyone. But what if I say here LDR means

LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP.

My second attempt to write about “E”. For those who are still confused; it’s emotions. What else could be better but to take love as the first emotion to think about?

There are numerous people around us who have tasted this dark chocolate of love. With the ceremony of bid-adieu coming soon, this attempt of mine is dedicated to those who have been in a relationship and were lucky enough to spend time with their beloved in the campus (A special mention to M P Hall and Nescie which were, are and would be blessed with the presence of the love birds) but would be taken away with the requirements of jobs. The guys with LDRs, who are satisfied only with the voice of their loved one and a meeting or two in a semester time (A special mention to Mr. Anil Ambani who I guess would be running his business of telecommunication in loss just to make things comfortable for his “loving” customers) and for those who haven’t been privileged with this feeling and think themselves privileged to be away from this but somehow having a hope to find the “someone”.

Coming from M P Hall during The World Cup semifinal, one of my single friends said, “This is so sad for those in relationships. They had to spend time with a single girl instead of enjoying the Indo-Pak clash with their friends cheering for our country”. The same time, the guy in question would be thinking, “how fortunate I am that I am enjoying these moments of glory for my nation with the one I love.” The third guy who is just listening to both of them was watching the match with friends, cheering and in between sharing updates with a person sitting hundreds of kilometers away (Again thanks to Mr. Anil Ambani).

All these things are about to end for many. Mc D in Allahabad won’t be lucky enough to witness the dates of the people of our college it’s been serving for about four years. Things could be same who think that the farther they are from this “keedha”, the better it is. But someday they have to bite the dust too.

The one with LDRs…. May be for some of them falling in love with the voice, rather than actually seeing continues to be the motto and for some, they could be privileged to find job in the “same” city….;-)

But there’s got to be something in this “E” which makes people jump around and distribute sweets when they experience it.

It s been long since I have written anything! There are numerous reasons for this holdup and if I say World Cup was one of those, then I won’t be wrong. This post is not about the world cup, I guess I and almost everyone have said a lot about it on facebook, buzz and gtalk status msgs. It’s been 'one of a kind' ride, this world Cup. Where the whole nation shared the happy emotions with Sachin and co., there the hunt of Ms. Pandey and the pranks on Pakistani Cricketer and media persons ( which btw they are themselves to blame for) are bringing mischievous smile to everyone’s face.

Emotions! Why isn’t there a concept of arithmetic in it? I mean to say, if you are happy and sad at the same time, it must be like…

HAPPY – SAD = No Emotions At All.

But fortunately or unfortunately it’s not the case, They all mix up and swirl around your head and that big pumping machine, the one you call heart and everyone attaches a song to it, it plays with you, it aches and rejoices. For an example, you celebrate one of your friend’s successes and get depressed with another’s letdown in the same thing. But one good thing, all well when end’s well. And after all there are few priceless things in life, and for the other things, there is Vijaya Bank’s ATM card.

This post is on a day before CTs ( which btw are the last for me in this college but again facebook and buzz have enough say on this), it simply means that I am reluctant to study and if you are reading this last line, you are no different than me…..:)

P. S. : If you find something incomplete about this post just think that I am some where finding out me in different “E”s.

our PM is not only a proud owner of an extraordinary resume but a great body too...:P

It all started in I semester only. The variety of sizes of Chemistry’s Jain & Jain was the most interesting part of our book shelves. The size of the books was proportional to our marks in exams. Like the healthiest book gave the healthiest marks, 20-30 out of 30. The weaker one helped to fetch 11-20 and we can expect the range of score from the weakest of that array. Fortunately or unfortunately I was around 10. So it’s simple, I never preferred the healthiest of the lot. The jugad technology of TOPO in Engineering Drawing was the most imaginative thing in my engineering life. I have no idea where you will find Engineering and where drawing, in our process of TOPO.

Still I am not able to figure out, how a future Electronics & Communication Engineer was supposed to learn that what the percentage of the materials in a welding rod is. Yes, the story of II semester. This curriculum drew a line between me and my best friend, mathematics. How on earth do they expect me to mug up mathematics? Thanks to C classes, some logic was alive but how it all flew by as soon as we entered English classes, GOD KNOWS!!!




Thanks to some extraordinary unity in our classes, we made a record of bunks in III semester in our college, OOPS!!!, as Kushal Sir says, Institute. Here was the starting of the mugging up of solutions. A simple but intelligent process:-
> Convince you teacher to give important questions from a specific book.
> Find out the solutions manual of that book from DC++ and MUG UP!!!
> Yes, the mantra… just mug up the solutions.
> If you get it right there, your luck, if you can’t, well again your luck.

IV semester, first encounter with the most torturous department of the institute, needn’t say the name, guess, Mitesh will find it out and so will everyone. First time in college life I had to open book after going from classes. The basic protocol of attendance is, you come in class and you get the attendance. Who give this right to our “future builders” to change the provision of attendance? Give the answer of his question, and then only, the attendance register would feel your presence for the day. The rat race of torturing students to death among two “E”xtraordinary departments was only bad for us and had no effect on them.

Came the V and VI semester, where my belief from the process of examination just vanished into the photo-copying machines of our pedagogues. We experienced the taste of History in engineering, logic don’t matter, what counts are the facts, “LAST YEAR YEH QUESTION AAYA, ANSWER RAT LO”. And we said, “EXAM PHODH DIYA YAAR”.
Did I ever mentioned, that we did labs and had projects, well… as you guessed it right, they don’t really matter now.

This is the story of the turnover of the students who used to complete their syllabus weeks before exams, now have to rely on one-night stands.
Those who were never late for schools, now leave at 9:05 for a class at 9:00.
Those who use to “bath”, get properly dressed and leave as scholars, now…well, lesser I say, better it is.

And interesting thing is, still counting…..
Yeh to final year hain yaar…:P

As I was going through the serene beauty of nature, the greenery took my thoughts into her tranquil deepness
The rays of sun passing through leave disturbing my process of cogitation, I see you and it all cease there
The artful eyes and a perfect smile makes me losing myself and I still met me...